#our first night together i was falling asleep while still having a fit

[snzluv3r]

i love having a snzfucker girlfriend so much she makes me feel so attractive and special in moments that i’ve normally been made to feel gross and embarrassed and small, like i should be ashamed of things i can’t control.

not only does she treat me with kindness and patience when i’m having a horrible allergy attack and can do nothing but sniffle and sneeze, she makes me feel pretty and worth loving and even sexy and it’s so special and i’m never going to get used to it

[callsign-rogueone]

intimacy alphabet - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x reader words: 1.9k (oops.) 🏷: NSFW. all of it. afab reader, but no pronouns or gendered nicknames used. mentions of penetrative sex, oral, soft d/s dynamics, the usual stuff. I plan to do one of these for each of our boys eventually, but feel free to send a message if you want a specific one prioritized! this is a sexy democracy, after all.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sleepy cuddlebug. half the time he manages to get you guys out of bed and into the shower, then proper PJs and brushing teeth etc., but the other half, you’re just curling up in each other’s arms and knocking out then and there — you’ll shower in the morning. and he might suggest that you shower together… something about saving time and water… totally not just so he can see you naked again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his hair, the thick, fluffy curls and the way they contrast his skin nicely. and his arms. he may not be as jacked as his friends, but he’s got some nice strength and definition there that he worked quite hard for.

and don’t get me wrong, he loves every single part of you — but your chest. if you wear a low-cut or tight-fitting top, he’s gonna be staring. he just can’t help it. loves playing with your nipples, sucking on them and leaving hickies on your chest and collarbones. 

also loves resting his head over your heart while you cuddle and having you play with his hair, especially if you were in charge that night; it just feels so soft and safe and warm… he’s also the type of guy to like to fall asleep with a handful of boob, not even in a sexual way, just as a comfort thing. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

says he has no strong preference on where he does it — but really likes to cum on your chest. not afraid to get messy, but he’s a good guy, so he’ll be the one to clean it up and/or wash your sheets for you later.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s pretty open with you about what he wants and doesn’t really hide anything, especially now that you’re in a committed relationship. but before said relationship, he definitely didn’t think of you when jacking off in the shower, and most certainly did not gasp out your name when he finished. yeah, that was the tipping point for him, when he realized just precisely how bad he had it for you and decided to finally do something about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

before you started dating, he had little to no experience. you figured things out together, and now he knows what he’s doing and what feels good, but it’s still fun for y’all to explore and find out new things about yourselves.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

loves you on top / riding him. that way he can see your pretty face and kiss you and hold your waist / hips, watch your chest bounce while you take him nice and deep… lots of perks to this position (for him, at least. but he’ll offer to take over if you get too tired.)

also fond of anything where you’re super close together, chest to chest or side by side — he wants to be as close to you as he can, always.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

always down for a giggle in the moment. he loves hearing you laugh. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s doing some maintenance on a regular basis. doesn’t have much body hair, other than the loveliest little trail from his navel down…

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

oh, he can be so soft and sweet and romantic… we’ve collectively accepted that Bo is a total sweetheart, and would be so gentle and respectful and loving with you, especially your first time (which is on my very long list of smut ideas lol) 

but yes. kisses everywhere, lots of murmured praise and affirmations, soft touches… that’s just the default for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

see letter D.

in the beginning of your relationship, he was handling matters himself more often because he didn’t want to scare you off by propositioning you all the time -- a slight breeze can get this guy going. but now that you’re comfortable with each other, he’s usually doing things with you instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

not quite a kink, but he really likes overstimulation. if he’s fucking you and he cums before you do, he’s not stopping. he’ll push through the sensitivity to get you there too. he likes overstimulating you, too (remember what I said about spending hours between your legs?) but sometimes it’s not even on purpose; he just gets lost in the sauce and doesn’t want to stop -- you have to pull him off of you by the hair. coincidentally, that’s also how you found out that he likes having his hair pulled.

he also loves when you take charge, focusing on yourself while you ride him / grind on his thigh / sit on his face… he wants to make you feel good, but he also finds it really hot when you take charge of your own pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

your room, his, the showers… he won’t try much else when you’re at the school or at Riorson house (too many people around). but if you ever get a house of your own, you’ll be christening every room. and probably every piece of furniture, too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

all the standard stuff: seeing you undressed, seeing you dressed up or wearing anything revealing, you touching him a little too much (especially touching his chest or waist), when you use that soft, teasing tone of voice. and honestly, if you initiate things / say you want to, he’s ready to go --he’ll almost never decline that opportunity, and it’s a confidence boost to him: he wants to be wanted. 

also, you being possessive and protective of him — I have a scene written where Darling threatens someone at knife-point for hurting him and he’s just like 😍😍

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

does not want to do any sort of degradation or name-calling. again, he’s a sweetheart, and he wants you both to feel loved and respected 24/7, even when he’s railing you or you’re edging him or whatever. it’s just not his thing. nope. not happening.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he can and will spend hours with his head between your thighs. sometimes he’ll just ask you out of the blue if he can eat you out — you can keep reading or doing whatever you’re doing, he just wants to lick your pussy while you do it. though you never stay focused for long, not when it feels that good.

and he loves it when you go down on him. the boy just cannot shut the fuck up when your mouth is on him, babbling praise and swearing and making the prettiest little sounds. he would love it if you swallowed, but again, he’s happy to finish anywhere.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

he can be slow and romantic when the time is right. he gets faster/rougher when he’s desperate, when he needs you so bad that he can’t hold it back anymore (often after you’ve been teasing him all day.) but it’s usually a good medium pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves them. this boy is ready to go at the snap of your fingers. he’s absolutely down to spend the spare half an hour you have between classes fucking you. however, comma, you always underestimate how long things will take and you’re definitely going to be late, so you might as well skip class entirely, right?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

you’ve done a fair amount of experimenting thus far in your relationship, and are content with your usual routine now. anything new is always prefaced with a conversation about it / asking if it’s okay before you do it in the moment. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go a good two, maybe three before he’s tapping out, but preparing for war is exhausting, so you usually aren’t going much farther than that anyway. and of course, he’s giving you loving check-ins and water breaks etc. between rounds, especially if things are getting rough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t decide if he’d like to handcuff you / tie your wrists or not. that way he could really take his time with you and make you sit still while he plays with that pretty body of yours that he loves so much, but then you can’t touch him, and he really likes you touching him… hm.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

proper foreplay is definitely happening nine times out of ten (the tenth being a very quick quickie), but he doesn’t like to draw things out too long, because that means he has to wait as well, and he’s too impatient for that. you’re direct with each other about what you want in the moment.

however, it’s very fun to tease him all day and get him riled up because he’s just so fucking cute when he’s needy, and he’s not afraid to beg, either. but if you take the teasing too far, there may be consequences…

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not necessarily loud, but definitely vocal. he’s not afraid to moan and whimper and whine, especially when you’re in charge for the night. but even when he’s the one doing the work, he’s still panting and giving you praise, etc. very nice to listen to. also not afraid to make noise when he’s going down on you, humming and moaning at the taste. a bit of a messy eater, too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he loves it when you mark him up -- hickies, scratches from your nails… this ties into that love of you being possessive of him. he doesn’t even try to cover it up, wearing them proudly as a sign to any onlookers that he’s taken, thank you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s pretty lean, some nicely defined muscle, and there’s a very nice contrast between his skin and the green of his rider’s relic, which takes up half of his back. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

quite high, as mentioned earlier. he’s really into you, and incredibly easy to get in the mood. you’re having some kind of sex 3-ish times a week, or however many times you want -- he’s adaptable, and will always respect you / won’t push things if you say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly, since you are almost always cuddling after (unless you have somewhere very important to be) and he falls asleep super fast if you’re holding him and playing with his hair -- that’s a guaranteed way to get him knocked tf out.

[ashascoven]

❃☆ showering w/ the pyromaniac rat man ☆❃ pt. 1

☆ so hi!! um!! welcome to my first fanfic lolz (im nervous about posting this can you tell ?!?! o(*°▽°*)o)

☆ im rlly new to posting on tumblr, but ive been reading fanfics on here for a WHILE!! it's inspired me to write a silly one about my favorite lanky robber <3 if theres any mistakes, PLEASE hit my line abt it (i beg)

☆ here is part 2, which is smut/nsfw, also on my profile!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆

reader is a female who's known for working with plants

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading, buckle up yall)

fluff??

emotional stuff, but nothing intense (??)

first time writing an australian accent, pls lmk if anythings weird!!

hope u enjoy :,D

“Hggshmmshh.. peeaachh c-c.. cobbler.. mmh.. eeheeheeheh!! Piee..”

“Dammit! Move over, rat-ass!” 

You felt as if you had finally managed to doze off only a couple minutes ago. 

One second you're about to drift away into a somewhat decent sleep, counting flying sheep and letting your drool start to fall.

The next, you're getting whacked in the head with a metallic hand or shoved by a wooden peg in one of your sides.

Having to share a bed with a loudly snoring pyro-freak who reeked of gunpowder and body odor was not a promising night of rest, especially in a room of pure humidity and sweat. 

The mattress beneath you two was unbalanced and squeaky, the walls surrounding it adorning overgrowing vines and tears in its paper.

His twisting, turning, n’ noises didn't make it any better, but it was kind of reassuring in the sense that you weren't sleeping alone.

When was the last time he even showered anyway? 

Does this man know how to?

How does he sleep like this?

The more you questioned the Australian in your head, the more his body managed to keep sprawling across the queen sized mattress you two shared. 

Both his normal and prosthetic limbs jabbed at your back, his armed belt straps and gauntlets not contributing to your comfort whatsoever. 

“Fucking- MOVE!”

You gripped at the bed and gave him one kick in the ass with your bare foot. 

The maniac yelped himself into a giggling fit, somehow still remaining asleep. 

God, what's his secret to being such a happy sleeper?

With one last scoff, you nearly pushed him off of the bed, but you didn't think twice about it.

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your previous position with your back facing him, crossing your arms and trying to let your eyes close again.

You thought about the mission you two were given together, recalling it hundreds of times in your head to hopefully quench at your inability to have a comfortable sleep.

Back at one of those Overwatch HQ meetings, they discussed wanting to try something new while still maintaining everyone's duties. 

Experimenting with how different heroes and scientists worked one-on-one with one another for “observational purposes,” they said.

Gibberish about increasing the rate of productivity within our cause by cutting down our dispatched team sizes.. 

“More groups of heroes can get sent out on more missions if distributed differently..!”

Blah-blah-blah..

You ignored all of the blabbering at the time, your ears only ever being open for what sounded most important and intriguing.

“It'll be an educational experience for great future references-” 

You reaaaallyy didn't think you'd be in one of the duo dispatches, yet here you were, somehow still in the flesh.

All that was asked of you both was to keep a watch out for anything suspicious at some abandoned town in the middle of who-even-fucking-knows.

Wooden huts n’ houses that were falling apart, yet they somehow still formed and held a small community of humble elders.

Supposedly, this place was a possible target of some well-feared terrorist group, and “Grandpa Jack” wanted you two to scout.

Discussion about exposed plans for making sure as many innocent people as possible experienced war “too” made your blood boil. 

It didn't make sense to you, the whole “no pain, no gain” mindset.

Clearly these people chose to live all the way out here to get AWAY from the danger, why force that on some old people anyway?

With their lack of clean drinking water and functioning power in an empty desert, you were sure they've already seen enough.

“Haven't we lost thousands of innocent civilians already? Omnic or not, they can't just keep coming up with all of this frivolous shit and throw it at us..!”

You grumbled to yourself outloud, unconsciously turning to face the ultimate rat that was laying behind you.

“Why would they send us here if they KNEW there were people out here who needed help? Wasting precious time by sending two of us out here instead of a whole team is beyond me, honestly! We'll just keep getting killed and..” 

Your eyes ended up catching onto your distorted reflection on the goggles that Jamison wore to bed.

It made you trail off and unball your fists, causing you to think about the old people again.

You thought about how much you were gonna get onto HQ's ass to seek a better home for them all.

They were sweet to you and Jamie, and you were pretty sure he would try to take one or two to keep as parents of his own.

Considering he didn't have any living ones anymore, it would check out.

Your eyes wandered off onto the flickering of the dying light bulb hanging bare off the ceiling.

The bulb hung right behind mister sleeping beauty, holding on by torn wires.

You were surprised your sleeping partner hadn't managed to somehow pull it down in his sleep yet. The thought made you smile for a bit, letting your face rest.

Then, your hand reached up to Jamison's face. 

You didn't think much about it since your mind was more on other things still, but you unconsciously held his cheek.

You watched as he smiled in his sleep, gently putting his own hands on yours and nuzzling into your touch. 

The feeling of his rough palm against your skin along with the metal of his other one sent a chill through your body, but you didn't pull away.

Just looking at him resting like a baby put your mind at ease for a bit.. It helped calm your grumpiness from not being able to sleep these past few nights.

It’s been the longest mission yet, and also the first one that you’ve slept together with a person you were sent with.

You ran your thumb over his lightly chapped bottom lip, your mind finally winding itself down.

You two had somewhat of a record of being assigned missions together, but you were never as close to each other as this. 

Something about the way your silly acquaintance slept carelessly in front of you was strangely inviting.

You swallowed your emotions and repressed your urges to suddenly hug the rat man, drawing your thumb lower to his chin. 

You ran it over his speckled face hair, still letting him hug your arm. 

“Mmmmh.. G-gosh, so.. so waaarmm..! waarmm like a maarshmaallooww.. eheeh..!!”

He chuckled in his sleep as his hugging turned into more aggressive snuggling.

It made you wonder if he'd remember anything once he woke up.

Outside of those thoughts, you were heavily caught off guard.

You didn't know if you wanted to comfortingly rub at his hair, continue holding his face, or try to hug him entirely.

Internally? You wanted to do all of those things, but it didn't feel right yet.

Despite all the deep talks you've had with Jamie on the drives and flights to missions together, you guys were still just friends at work, right?

Would it be weird to treat a friend as such? 

Did he think you two were even friends?

You always had a tendency to overthink the simplest of things.

Questions would fog your mind the split second a minor inconvenience popped up, you struggled to help that “problem” all your life.

Yet, your time spent with him so far made it feel like your questioning wasn't a problem at all. 

You always wanted to know the specifics and the “why” or “how” in anything that interested you.

Jamison was similar. He fed into your talks about figuring out what's after death, your master-list of alternatives to milk JUST for enjoying it with cereal. your wonders about what being an omnic felt like, and even your rambles about plants having feelings.

He was so invested into the plant talk that he now avoids stepping on anything green to show you that he cared about nature's heart too.

He admired your outlook on everything, the way you approach things by being your real self.

He also liked that you didn't look down on him for having an explosive personality. 

Everyone else at HQ had something against the lanky robber, but you didn't hate him at all. You two matched each other in the way that you were both transparent and almost always had a fixation or a story to share.

His eyes practically turned into sparkles whenever you two got into your deep conspiracy talks because no one else bothered to entertain his yappering about bombs, especially with mutual ranting about something else.

It was nice, soo..

You guys had to at least be friends, right?

“Mate! Earth’s waitin’ for your grand return! Ya aren’t dead yet.. Are ya, plant woman?”

Friends.. Yeah. You thought you two were cool buddies for all it’s worth.

“Aye! I knooow, me charmin’ physique’s too much to take in aaall at ooonce but-!”

It’s crazy how you were thinking about his eyes sparkling because.. Huh, how come they’re doing it right now?

“I can’t have ya dyin’ on me yet.. Ain’t no doctors around to come and shock ya awake!”

Gosh, who knew the local bombardier had such a twinkle to his eyes anyway?

“Is yer brain workin’? Want me to.. rewire it for ya?”

Twinkle.. twinkle.. twinkle..~

“Well, she’ll be apples! Ya goootta snap outta it mate! What is it ya want this time? An autograph? Some lollies? Aye! Aye..!”

You were so zoned out into the thought of his eyes, you didn’t even register that you were now actually looking at them; he had woken up.

Your hand was still on his face too, but he wasn’t hugging it anymore. 

His robotic right hand was knocking the top of your head lightly while his skinned left one was holding your cheek. 

His facial expression was one of concern despite his messy blonde hair and some drool glistening off the side of his mouth.

With the way he clearly scooted closer to you, you two were actually really close to each other this time.

“Woaahh.. Ooh.. Oh..? OH!!” You froze up again, covering your mouth and (almost literally) getting knocked out of your trance.

“Whew!” Jamison sighed in relief.

“There's me’ plant woman! Turns out me charm was too much for ya to handle afteraaalll!” He chuckled, quickly shifting into a lounging model pose and striking you a sly grin.

“O-Oh.. Oh my gosh! H-How long was I like that?” You panicked a little, wiping sweat from your forehead and quickly rubbing it into the tail of your shirt.

“Since me eyes opened up! Let's say.. ‘bout half a’ hour?”

“H-half an hour?!?”

“Yeah! Are ya alright? Did ya think me eyes were THAT gorgeous?” He chuckled, rubbing his chin. 

“Pshh..” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once again.

“It’s alright if ya think so! I think so too! But, ya aren’t allowed to tell me fans that! Ehehe~!” He grinned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and jokingly snuggling his head against the top of yours.

“E-eugh!! Fans my ass! Wait until they find out that you probably don't even wash yours, you stinky!” You exclaimed, trying to push your way out of his arms but to no avail.

“S-stinky?!?! Hey-! There's a’ supa’ top secret special essence in me junker way o’ livin..! T-the cleanest ya'd ever know!! How 'bout ya take a smell~!??” He challenged, immediately shoving his arm pits in your face and keeping you in his grasp.

“GOD! Quit it!! You smell terrible-! Ugh!!! Let me go right now!”

“Nuh-uh! Hatin’ on me wondrous magnificence ain't nice!”

“Your breath's gonna kill me, you bastard! Agh!! You literally need a bath!!!” You were muffling into his arms, trying to push him away even harder. 

You managed to push yourself upwards, but you still were trapped in his grasp as he giggled n’ snuggled away. 

As much as you hated to admit it, his silliness was really comforting, charming in it's own way even.

Yeah.. he didn't smell the best, but!!.. He was kind of fun to be around. It was hardly ever boring around the rat man.

“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, no longer fighting to leave his sweaty arms.

“Your eyes are.. nice to look at. Anyway, I'm tired and somehow comfortable in this position so if you move weirdly, I'm pushing you off the bed.”

He loudly gasped, his eyes widening and sparkling so much so that you could've sworn staring directly into them would've blinded you.

“Y-ya really m-mean it?!!?!! A-about.. me eyes?!? OoooOOoohh~! I.. H-How I could jus’ kis-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his head. His face was buried into your chest while his arms were still around you.

You felt him freeze, his immediate blush against your chest practically able to burn through you. He didn't scream or pull away, just sat there for a bit, shocked at someone hugging him back for once.

You sighed out again in content, now leaning your face on top of his head. His hair felt surprisingly soft against your cheek, but he still smelled bad.

“God, you smell so terrible.. but.. you're kinda.. comfy and..- Okay you're actually very comfy what the hell.” 

You gushed, your leaning turning into you practically snuggling against his hair.

The rat man stayed frozen in his position, shock taking over his body. For once, it wasn't one of those triggering shocks that turned his trauma into adrenaline; it was a.. refreshing kind of shock? The kind that was making him realize how starved from affection he really was for so long.

He felt like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

“If only you didn't move so much in your sleep, tsk tsk.. I can totally get over the strong burnt tire smell for how snuggly your hair is thoug-”

“Ihh shay..”

He suddenly muffled through your chest, but quieter than his normal tone.

“Eh?”

One of his fingers twitched.

“..Ihh shay shihh!”

“Fucking- Get out of there and spit it out!”

You pouted, pulling his face out of your chest’s cave to look him in the eyes and hear him properly.

“I-I’ll stay.. still! m-mighty still.. i-if ya keep on.. rubbin’ that pretty face on ma’ skull.. p-please? please mate!!”

‘Absolutely the fuck not!’ is what you almost instinctively said, but something about this weird man’s vulnerability around you gave you a feeling his request wasn’t ill intended. 

He nudged you into a softer tone towards him for the night, so you silently raised a brow. He kept pleading, his sparkling eyes bouncing between you and the rest of the room.

“I-I ain't had anyone.. touch me ‘air, l-let alone me whole body i-in years! Feels comfortin’- so- i- uh- p-please mate! i won't be buggin’ ya’ rest any longer i-if ya felt kind ‘nough to.. perhaps grant me thee honor-!?”

“I’m doing it, so hush up.”

“Y-yes m’lady”

He quickly blurted out, before burying his face back in-between your chest with a relieved giggle.

“Hah, for someone who goes by being a rat, you're sure acting like a puppy right now.”

“Y-ya really think so!?”

“Yeah sure, but- hmph, the ‘junk’ part still applies. I'm so close to dragging you into a bath myself..”

“>:(“

“Wait.. This kinda gives me an idea..” 

A mischievous grin growing on your face as you mumbled to yourself.

“Whaddya say?”

He grumbled, oblivious to your scheming. You slowly tried pulling away from him, but to no avail.. He unconsciously scooted closer into your arms with each pull.

“..nothing, ratty-poo.” 

You pushed him away quickly with your hands now gripping his shoulders.

“A-ay mate! W-whaddya push me away foorrr? I was enjoyin’ me time in there.. :(“

He yelped in response, his arms now crossing with a pout.

“No more snuggling until you take a bath!”

“W-whuh!?”

“I'm not cuddling your hair until you wash it.”

“..noooo :((“

“No shower, no snuggle!!”

“:(((... Fine..”

“W-wait- You're giving in that easil-?”

“JUNK ATTACK!!!!”

He yelled, diving back into your chest with his arms around your waist once again. You scoffed, not cuddling or holding him back.

“Rat-ass.”

“Y-yes m-m’lady..??”

“I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me, or I'll kick you off.-”

“N-no!! P-please mate!-”

“I'll go and grab a bucket of ice cold water to throw at you so help me you don't mov-”

You've never seen a tall grown man back up to the edge of a bed so quickly.

“GO.”

You yelled, pointing violently at the bathroom door.

“NEIN!”

“I SAID GO!”

“NO!”

“You want more cuddles from me, right, ratty-poo..?~”

Your tone softened as you twirled your hair and pleaded your eyes at him.

“I- u-uh- y-yes m-m'lady but-”

“THEN GO BATHE!”

He whined another ‘no’ in response, crossing his legs and arms while looking away.

You sighed, before crawling across the bed and hooking your arm around his.

“Lord.. What am I gonna do with you..”

“W-well I- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SHOWER JAMIE!!”

You yelled again as you held him in a headlock position.

As he whined, you held him there for a bit, thinking.

“Hmm..”

“You l-let go of me t-this instant mate! T-the junkers back in me home town w-wont be pleased with how you're behavin’ towards me greatnes-”

“What if we took a bath together?”

“-and once they find out what you've- huh-!?!”

“You and me, we bathe together. I'll literally help you clean up if it means you won't stink in bed.”

You said casually as you quickly faced him towards you and dropped him onto the bed. He landed on his back with his arms above his head while you sat on top of him.

Questionable position if you may, but you dare not complain about the view.

He was too in shock to notice it either.

He stared at you wide eyed. 

He opened his mouth and put a finger up to say something multiple times, only to close it with more thought and look away, his finger curling up and down with each pause.

He thought about the offer for the long time.

Then, he rubbed his chin. You watched carefully, not letting your guard fall in case he felt like randomly wrapping himself around you again.

“Hmph.. if t-that’s what it'll take.. then I suppose a.. mighty handsome fella like me.. wouldn't mind bathin’ with a.. pretty.. f-flower woman like you!”

“Uh huh..-”

“B-but under one of me’ own conditions!”

“.. you're what now-”

“Bath cuddles?”

He clapped his hands together in a praying motion, pleading with those damn sparkly eyes again. It's like he just does it in command at this point..

“God, what are we, a couple?”

You yawned with closed eyes. 

“I-I.. W-well! Your one an’ only gentleman of’uh bombardier wouldn't complain!”

He nervously smiled and blushed, his gold tooth shining comically as he said that.

It earned a giggle out of you, followed with covered mouth mumbling.

‘You’re so silly, it's kind of attractive..’

“Whaddya say, me’ pretty plant-y mistress?”

“I said, you're so silly, it's kind of.. u-uh- cool-? I guess??!? I don't- Mistress!?- I- W-whatever- C’mon, let's go! Into the baaathh we goo..! C’mon c’moonn..”

You spurted out, getting up and dragging him by the arm into the bathroom. 

You didn't really think through the fact that.. this man would be so close to you while you two were undressed.

Oddly enough, he didn't give the vibe of someone who'd try anything, but it was still weird. 

One second you're forced to share a bed with this guy.. And the next? You've convinced him to take a shower with you??? Weird..-o!!

When you two made it, you both kind of just stared at the bathroom and each other for a minute. 

It was a decently sized room, but the entirety of it was a shower.. literal shower room?.. whatever.

There wasn't a sink or toilet like the bathrooms you were used to. 

Instead, there was just one large shower head in the center of the room, a drain in a corner, and tiles that patterned the floor and walls in a creamy gradient. The two handles for the shower were next to the doorway, labeled for their temperatures.

There were also two slim windows higher up on two walls facing each other, slightly cracked for the steam.

The only light you guys had came from either these windows, or from the doorway to the room you shared, so it was acceptably dim.

Some vines creeped through corners here and there, but it was surprisingly much cleaner than the rest of the hut you guys stayed in. The non-direct warm lighting really set the vibe.

As you turned both of the handles halfway, you watched in surprise as the rat man happily stripped at whatever he had on, going for a dive on the shower floor as if it were a kid’s waterslide with a ‘yippee!!’

It immediately followed with a groan of pain from him, and a reactive facepalm from you.

With a sigh of ‘Oh, what I'll even do with him..’ (ironic), you quickly undid your hair and stripped off your clothes while he wasn't looking.

He swiveled around right as you finished, watching in awe as you awkwardly shuffled onto the floor next to him with a travel sized bottle of soap and a mini loofa.

“S-ssheesh..” he gaped, “what a beautiful woman..”

“T-thanks, b-but don't look too hard, silly guy.” You joked lightheartedly and rolled your eyes, your initiative agenda from before going out of the window because of the attractive man in front of you.

The hot steamy water combined with how it washed away some of the rat man’s dirt made his revealed skin slightly harder to not drool over..

..but you fought any urges or sudden fantasies you had right then and there. 

‘It’s just the lack of sleep getting to me,’ you quickly scolded yourself in your head, ‘.. there's no way I shoul- COULD see him like that, yep..’

“You're.. not too shabby yourself..” You muttered to get it out of your system, painfully controlling your hands from wandering. Thankfully, he probablyyy didn't hear you. 

With that, you were getting to work with your soap on his arms, trying not to think too hard about the man before you.

“Caaan I have me cuddlin’ time with ya noooww, plant womaaan?”

“Noo! I just started with you and I'm not done yet, rat-head.. Be patient n’ be quiet.” You grumbled, finishing his arms and scrubbing his back like a concerned mother.

“Pleeeaaaaseeee…????” He covered his eyes and whined as you made way to his torso with your loofah. The scrubber was barely holding on and you weren't anywhere near finished..

“Don't make me tie you down in here just to get you clean, bastard..” You threatened, moving from his back to his front side. You held at one side of his torso, scrubbing away.

He moved his hands from his face to his sides, looking down at you with that puzzled gaze once again. You glanced up at him with a raised brow before looking back down at your work.

You weren't actually all too irritated. Tired, yes, but it was actually kind of destressing being able to work your hands at something like this. 

You were also literally.. bathing a grown ass man, but you'd be lying if you said anything about preferring to be at home, bored and alone.

At least this mission gave you some kind of purpose, and alongside an entertaining goofball as well. It could be much worse, but it really wasn't bad at all which you liked.

Suddenly, he started patting your head, a close eyed grin on his face.

“Oouuhh… M-mate, ya know.. Thanks a lot for this! I appreciate ya’, I really do!”

“Don't sweat it, poo-face, you were already sweating enough in bed anyway..” You chuckled with another playful eye roll.

“If you weren't gonna bathe yourself, something had to be done for BOTH OF us to catch some rest for the mission, and goddess KNOWS I can't sleep with a loud stinky man..” You responded mindlessly, gently grabbing his face by his jaw and scrubbing his neck.

“It gets.. hard sometimes,” he threw his head back with a sigh, “I know I'm supposed ‘tuh.. do it all me’ self but, I lose me’ mind to the world o’ bombs!” He chuckled.

“You don't say…” You coughed with sarcasm, still listening and cleaning. He's used to your personality by now, and he knows you never really mean any harm.

“Oh, but I do! Even with me’ prosthetics, it jus’ makes it harder n’.. I could never fancy the time to.. uh.. keep takin’ em’ on n’ off..”

“..It bugs me, the pain, it's a reeaall.. buggin' feeling, both in me’ arms n’ legs.. n’.. the mind. It does somethin’ to ya, makes people call ya crazy!” He gestured by wiggling his normal arm, then his robotic one in comparison. 

You put his arms down like an annoyed cat, but you weren't actually annoyed, just trying to reach over him to attempt washing his hair.

“..but really ‘m not.. I.. I just resort to.. expressin’ what takes it all away.. and uh! bein’ me!, ya’ kno- Aauh.. T-that feels.. holy..” He cut himself off, sighing in relief. You had bowed his head under the running water for you to better reach him, unknowingly giving him a more direct view of your bare chest. 

“A-Anything to take me’ mind off the.. A-ahem-.. the uh.. rot.. the distinct feelin’ of not bein’ the same as everyone else.. anymore.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying not to stare as he spoke, but you didn't think much about it.

“People stay clear of me all the time! N’ they think I don't be noticin’ b-but I do!” He ran a hand through his hair after you moved down to his legs.

“It hurts, but.. I just keep doin’ me’, I try not to stay in me’ past, live for me’ mum, n’ keep it movin’!”

“Oh! That's also why I like ya’ mate!” He smiled, throwing up finger guns.

“Whuh- Really?” You looked at him.

“Yeah! You don't treat me funny for me’ quirks! You always seemed like.. a couple screws loose in somebody’s noggin never bothered ya’! Me’ motors don't drive ya’ wild, do I?” 

“Pshhh… You definitely drive me crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm never down for a wild adventure with you, rat-ass.”

“See? Ya’ get me! I know your tired n’ all, n’ I'm sorry for takin’ away from your beauty rest like this but..” He scratched his chin and sighed, looking to the side.

“Thanks mate, r-really..” He mumbled, shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you for a genuine hug.

“I- U-uh-.. Your.. welcome? All I've done was treat you like.. a normal human being? As you.. should be?” You awkwardly hugged him back, confused.

You pulled away, your hands on his shoulders.

“Despite our friendship, I don't know what it is you've REALLY really been through, but no matter how tired or over it I may seem, I still think you're hella cool of a guy.” You warmed up to his hug, patting his back.

“Whenever you wanna chat about.. literally anything in the world, you know who to come to, silly.. Seriously, don't ever sweat it.” You smiled and yawned, going back to washing his upper body off for a second, more gentler time. 

You were surprised he didn't question the hot water in hot weather or how quickly it managed to cool you guys off. It was definitely making you more sleepy though.

“T-thanks, plant woman..” He wiped away a tear, sighing with a contentful “aah” as you tended to him. He leaned back, taking in the feeling of your care.

“Ya know, you're reeaaal good at this.. are ya’, perhaps, experienced ‘n bathing other people?” 

“Wh- This is.. how baths are meant to be taken, no?”

“T-together??!? Mate, I’d kill to have this luxury of bein’ cleaned by ya’ like this all the time!!”

“Whuh- No! I m-meant.. the soap and water, you fucking peanut.”

“Ooh.. W-well!” he pointed a finger up, “I don't care ‘bout standin’ under some lousy water for a’ hour! But.. ya’ make me want to if it means you'll be the one cleanin’ me!”

“You're an adult, Jamie.”

“Don't forget me’ prosthetics-”

“They're literally waterproof sealed..”

“How would ya’ even know that!?”

“You told me this in our past rant sessions, twice I might add.. Something about avoiding radiactiv-”

“Screw you, mate! ( ` ﾛ ´ )”

“..You probably would though. (>ᴗ•)”

☆ if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading!! feedback is 100% welcomed and appreciated <33

☆ i promise ill get the smut out for this eventually.. ill also make a pinned request post soon!! with graduation coming up, im a bit busy :((.. BUT ITLL ALL COME!

☆ ^^ update, here it is!!

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[soulessjourney]

Mother and Father Are Fighting Again

Paring: Astarion x fem!DurgTavReader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Tav and Gale clash over the role of the party's leader.

Warnings: Some language, Humor, Tav and Gale Bickering

A/N: 100% how I envisioned the party selecting thier leader going. This guy is a little short but I do hope you enjoy it!

Your small yet growing group sits around the fire, their gazes occasionally landing on each other and often resting on you. There you are, half asleep, your hair tangled and messy on one side of your head. They had woken you up because the thought of having no official leader plagued Astarion’s thoughts at night, to the point where he couldn't meditate properly. Rubbing your hands over your face, Shadowheart picks at her nails before speaking up.

“I think Tav would be a good fit; I mean, she is the one who got us all together in the first place,” she says, earning a hum of agreement from everyone but Gale.

Letting out a yawn, you bring your hands up to rub at your eyes, and Gale points at you. “I disagree; she can barely keep her eyes open. We need a leader who can be alert just in case someone decides to raid our camp. She sleeps like a log; I mean, look how long it took us to wake her this morning.” Your eyes slowly trail over to Gale before falling into a tired glare.

“I’m sorry that it was hard to wake me. It’s not like we fought an entire goblin camp yesterday while you sat there and nagged me about having the Tiefling's celebration here last night,” you snap, brushing the stray hairs from your face. “Besides, I didn’t ask to be included in the nominations; they all just decided to include me. I don’t even want to be the leader of the group,” you say, throwing your arms in the air.

Gale goes to say something before Karlach speaks up. “Well, think about it, soldier. Whenever we speak to others, they immediately begin talking to you. You walk with confidence; they already think that you’re our leader. You defuse situations and persuade people just like a leader does,” she says, causing Gale to let out a groan.

Nodding along with her words, you can see where she is coming from. Those in Emerald Grove talked to you and only you as your party stood behind you waiting for something to happen. When you dealt with Auntie Ethel, she specifically dealt with you and only you. “You’re right; maybe I will consider running for the position. I mean, if people already think that I lead our group, why not?”

Gale shoots up, resting his hands on his hips and shaking his head. “No, you just said you don’t want to lead our group; you don’t get to backtrack now. That’s not fair at all. Besides, my case still stands; you’re not fit to be a leader, especially if we can’t even wake you. You’ve also made some questionable choices. For example, who just decides they want to take on an entire camp for a cuddly bear?”

Crossing your arms, you lean back against the log and against Shadowheart's leg. “I’m allowed to change my mind, especially when someone makes a valid point. And I didn’t decide to raid the goblin camp just because Halsin is a cute little bear,” you gush, before your smile drops. “I did it because allying ourselves with most of Emerald Grove was in our best interest, and the best way to do that was to take down their leaders and then wipe the rest of them out. Besides, most of it was done for us when I chose to poison their drinks,” you shrug, a smug smile spreading across your face as Shadowheart pats your shoulder in agreement.

Gale lets out a scoff as he racks his mind for anything else to hold against you. His eyes widen before a sly smile spreads across his face. “Maybe if you and Astarion weren’t sneaking around so much, you’d actually be able to sleep.” So, he had heard you sneak off last night. Heads slowly turn to look at Astarion, who raises his hand, his eyes widening slightly.

“In my defense, oh who am I kidding, I won’t hide the fact that our night together was just as enjoyable as watching you get drunk and cry over Mystra.” Astarion shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Karlach lets out a laugh, and you turn to face her with a confused look. “Sorry, soldier, you just looked so horrified when Gale pointed out your nighttime escapades. Don’t worry; we’re all quite aware that you and Fangs fancy each other. You’re not that secretive. Just do tell Shadowheart and me the details later.” She shrugs, earning a groan from you as you hide your face in your hands while Shadowheart lets out a hearty laugh.

Gale clears his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention and giving you a break from the girls trying to fish for any details they could force out of you. “Are we just ignoring the elephant in the room here? That elephant being I’m the most qualified to lead our little group of... you.” You raise a brow, your hands moving to fix and straighten your hair out.

“Alright, Gale, since you’re being so moody, do I need to go find a boot for you to chew on so you don’t explode on us?” You press, “Besides, they’re our friends, and they all have names, so I suggest you start learning them. Some leader you want to be.” You grumble, looking away. The bickering between you and Gale goes on for some time as the heads of your friends move to watch whoever is talking.

You weren’t sure who got tired and broke first, but Lae’zel speaks up. “Why don’t we just vote? Each person can cast two votes, and we go from there. It can make figuring out the leader easier and just as fair.” Lae’zel wasn’t one for many words, but when she brought up ideas, they sure as hell were amazing. If only you could get her to actually pitch in on attack plans more often. “Those who want to run can’t vote, just so we know you’re not casting votes for yourself.” She says, grabbing a journal from her tent. Ripping out the paper, she sets them down on the makeshift desk made out of a rock a few feet away. Setting out the quill and ink, she turns and nods. “Cast your votes and then place them into the helmet on the table.” She says, watching as the other camp members stand up and walk over to the table.

Looking at Gale, he keeps his eyes trained on you, and you let your eyes narrow in his direction. “What do you want, lizard brain?” You snap, shifting your body away, and you look over your shoulder, your eyes narrowing even more.

“I have a lizard brain? Have you not looked in the mirror recently? Actually no, lizards are extremely intelligent creatures. Now, a good insult is that you look like a lizard.” He quips, sending you a triumphant smile.

Before you could respond, Shadowheart sighs and sits between the both of you. “If you two don’t stop arguing, I’ll have Astarion tie you both up and leave you here as we move on.” She grumbles, only to earn a laugh from Astarion.

“I would too! I mean, Darling, you would just as delectable tied up for me, begging me to let you go.” He hums, only to earn a horrified gag from Gale, and your expression to match his. Astarion was many things, but a shameless flirt with zero filter was one of them. Sure, you were attracted to him, given your many outings into the woods together at night, but sometimes you reevaluate just as to what about him drew you in with half the things he manages to say.

Lae'zel settles back onto the ground, arranging the scraps of paper before her. Counting them, she lifts her gaze, eyes shifting between you and Gale. "Tav wins the votes," she declares, casually tossing the helmet aside. Gale glances around at everyone, beginning to complain, alleging that you had charmed them in an attempt to secure the votes.

Karlach sends Gale a pitying smile. "Sorry, Gale. It's nothing against you. Tav just appears to have our best interests in mind and is a natural leader. Not that you're not a leader, but it just feels right to follow in her footsteps," Karlach says gently. Gale nods in understanding, then looks at you.

"I apologize for being childish, Tav. That was extremely wrong of me, and I shouldn't have done that. You deserve the role as much as anyone else here. I will follow your command and trust you to lead us in the right path," he states, bowing his head. His words and actions bring a smile to your face.

"Thank you, Gale, and I apologize as well. I promise to be the best leader I can be. Your input matters to me; I can't make decisions without you guys. But I do promise one thing: I will get these tadpoles out of our heads and save every single one of you. You're my family, and you all deserve saving." You notice Astarion looking at you, pride and admiration filling his eyes. There's something about that gaze that brings a blush to your cheeks. It's a look you'd kill to see over and over again.

Astarion uncrosses his arms, smiling gently at both you and Gale. "I'm glad you both kissed and made up. It's extremely odd to watch our mother and father fight again," he remarks, earning a confused look from you and Gale as the others laugh. Clearly, you both missed a chapter in this adventure.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

William Killick struggles to speak after seeing his woman naked for the first time!

Thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy this small drabble!

warnings: none other than an awkward needy William, and some fluff🥰

William stared in desperate awe and shock when he walked into the bedroom, seeing you standing their nude, the bathrooom towel laying on the bench at the end of the bed.

You didn’t seem to hear him come in. He brushed at the back of his neck awkwardly, he didn’t want to startle you but he never knew his wife could look anymore beautiful than she already did so effortlessly. He had never seen a woman nude before, and the sight of you turned away from him, your back running down to where your ass curved over your thighs, water slowly dripping off of your nearly dried skin had him almost gasping for air while he was working up the courage to speak.

Turning around flipping your hair, you were met with the longing, protruding gaze of your husband whom was to be sent away in a few days as he had been posted.

You’d never felt more vulnerable, yet so easily consumed by the sight of him and his eyes inching down your nude body.

“I um- I seem to have forgotten my watch.”

Walking slowly toward him your eyes never left his. He could feel his cock begin to throb in his pants at the sight of your rounded breasts, and the way your nipples were hardened by the cold breeze flowing in through the cracked window.

You took his hands in yours, placing them over your breasts that fit ever so perfectly in his hands, he couldn’t stop himself from massaging them slowly and gracefully. 

“Don’t feel so out of touch love. Do they feel good?” His eyes fluttered shut and he gulped down his nervousness, attempting to hold back from groaning. “Yes they feel quite wonderful.”

Your hand rested beneath his chin, eyeing your husband seductively.

“Look at me William. I mean really look at me.” Your hushed tone that always seemed so gentle he couldn’t resist and he complied with you, revealing his baby blues that looked as if they wanted to devour you.

William was always a very polite and respectful man and you knew he hadn’t intended to walk in on you nude, yet seeing him so dazed with that animalistic stare was beginning to arouse you immensely.

“We don’t have long until we’re a part you know.” He nodded in response, his hands still feeling stiff around your breasts as if he was scared to move them anywhere else.

He couldn’t help but take enjoyment out of the squishy feeling of your boobs, his fingers twiddling with your nipples that he wanted so desperately to suck.

He stepped back, admiring the way your hips curved gently, the way your skin looked so enamoring, and how your pussy glowed in the dim-lit room looking like a well heated spot he wanted to rest his head upon and dive into your succulency, searching every inch of the divine beauty of the woman he so desperately cherished.

“I’m almost to stunned to speak my love. I- I never knew you looked so lovely and ravishing underneath your clothes.” You raised an eyebrow, causing him become bashful and stuttering.

“Not- Not that I didn’t think you weren’t perfect with clothes on I just- I- I apologize I’m really bad at this…” William wanted to go hide in his innocence and shyness yet he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you.

Your pressed your chest against his, moving one of his hands down until it was resting over your inviting and soaking pussy that felt too good to be true in his hand.

Leaning forward, your lips softly pressed near his earlobe before you began to whisper sweet nothings to the man you loved.

“Take me William, please. I want my husband to make love to me before he’s away serving our country.” When he felt your hands brushing off his jacket, and sliding down cupping his growing bulge that was all he needed to hear before picking you up underneath your thighs and carrying you to the same mattress that you’d fall asleep together in every night.

[uhohwhathaveidone]

hello ! I read your fic about Sebastian. I can't stop smiling while reading your fic. I love you and your fics so much!

And do you mind if I ask you something about Sebastian and the Hufflepuff Readers?

One time I was reading a book with a friend in the library. Everything was fine until a guy walked past my table and I couldn't stop looking at him. I didn't even know I was reading the book upside down. Even though it was a short time, I still remember that moment well. Like love at first sight!

So I would like to request a similar situation for Sebastian and the lovely Hufflepuff readers.

I've never turned my book upside down while distracted by a pretty person, but I have sadly forgotten how to eat. That's a story for another time though.

Flipside (S.S)

I'm glad you've been enjoying! I hope you like this one even more <3 I need to stop using Ominis for blind jokes, though, I might have to put myself in the corner if I do it again, but it's ok because I can't see either. Good Charlotte is currently playing, life is good, <3

      Sebastian leaned his head onto his hand, looking down at the table as he waited for class to start. Ominis sat beside him, having switched places with Poppy, listening to the many conversations that happened around them. Sebastian stifled a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, the grogginess of the morning still sitting over his head. He looked around the room, watching as students talked with their partners at their tables, watching for a moment as Natty sat alone, looking down at her book. He shook his head as he turned to Ominis, “Did you have trouble sleeping last night?” Ominis looked at him, confused. “No. Why?” Sebastian shrugged as he sighed. “I couldn’t sleep last night, kept tossing and turning.” Ominis furrowed his brows.

      “Perhaps it’s because it was our first night back. You tend to get restless the night before we start classes.” Ominis said. The sound of a door opening sounded as he talked, yellow and black robes quickly passing through. It caught Sebastian’s eye, who tuned Ominis out as he watched you look around, confused. Professor Ronen walked over to you and greeted you, gesturing to the tables for you to take a seat. Natty perked up, waving to you as you walked over, patting the seat next to her. Sebastian watched you sit down and fit your robe, a shy smile on your face as you talked with Natty. “Sebastian? Are you listening to me?” Ominis asked, nudging Sebastian’s shoulder with his own.

      Sebastian quickly looked over to Ominis, blinking as he tried to refocus himself. “What was that?” He asked, glancing around. Ominis sighed as he shook his head. “We were talking, remember? Did you fall asleep?” Sebastian shook his head, glancing over to you again. You made eye contact for a split second before you quickly turned your head back to Natty, a small blush gracing your cheeks as you continued to talk with your new friend. “You’re doing it again, Sebastian.” Ominis said, pinching his side. Sebastian jumped slightly, huffing as he swatted Ominis’ hand away. “I’m not sleeping! Just…distracted is all.” Ominis shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

      “I heard the door open. Though, I didn’t recognize the footsteps.” Ominis said, turning his head as he listened to his surroundings. “Has someone caught your eye, perhaps?” Sebastian scoffed, still unable to comprehend how Ominis’ hearing was so good. Ominis smiled as Sebastian remained silent, moving to poke his side again. “Stop that! I was just looking around.” Sebastian hissed, keeping his voice low as he slapped Ominis’ hand once again. Ominis chuckled, shaking his head as he fixed his seat. Professor Ronen clapped his hands together as he walked through the middle of the classroom. Sebastian tuned him out as he began to talk, stealing glances at you as you watched, confused. He watched as Natty slid her book over to you, only for it to be whisked away in an instant and sent to the professor. “No time to study now, of course!” He said, and Sebastian watched as your cheeks brightened in embarrassment, causing a small smile to tug at the corner of his mouth.

      The professor kept talking, but Sebastian still didn’t listen, his mind running in circles as he watched your face change every few moments, usually switching between amazement and confusion. It was only when Ominis elbowed him did Sebastian tune back in, watching as students began to stand up. “What are we doing?” He asked, earning a small laugh from his friend. “Accio. You use it to bring something towards you.” Sebastian nodded as he grabbed his wand. “Grab your book, it’s safer to use.” Ominis continued, pointing his wand at the book on the table. Sebastian sighed, picking it up and holding it in his hands. He watched Ominis raise his wand and cast the spell, feeling the book being ripped out of his hands. His eyes widened as he watched it fly back to Ominis, who held his hand out as it landed, grabbing it, and smiling. “Your turn.” Sebastian readied his wand, narrowing his eyes as he watched the book.

      “Accio!” Sebastian turned his head as you shouted the spell, watching as you smiled happily when the book flew into your hand. “Sebastian!” Ominis shouted, feeling the book fly from his hand. You had said the spell at the same time, and Sebastian had immediately forgotten what he had just summoned to him, feeling the hard spine of the book hit him in the chest. He groaned slightly as the book fell into his hand, frowning as he looked at the spot where he had been hit. Ominis tried to hide his laugh behind his hand, knowing that Sebastian would complain later about a bruise. Sebastian looked around, noticing that you had seen the whole thing and had a slightly worried expression on your face, meanwhile Natty stood there, holding in her own laugh. “It was a fluke, won’t happen again.” Sebastian said, mainly to himself. Ominis raised a brow as he shook his head. “Of course, now let me try again.”

      Sebastian stood with Ominis as they listened to Professor Ronen speak, mentioning that they would be trying different activities the next day to help practice. Ominis nudged Sebastian again, “You definitely need practice, so pay attention.” He whispered. Sebastian only shook his head, waiting for the class to be dismissed. He looked across the room again, finding you standing next to Natty still, a smile on your face as Natty whispered something in your ear. “You are dismissed!” Ronan shouted, gesturing for everyone to gather their items. Sebastian hung by the door, watching you grab your bag and book when the professor asked you to stick around for a moment. You nodded as you slid the book into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you walked over to him.

      Ominis sighed beside Sebastian, kicking his foot as he turned to walk away. “Let’s go, before whoever it is you’re staring at thinks you’re going to kill them.” Sebastian scoffed as he slowly turned to walk with Ominis, fixing the strap of his bag. “I do not have that kind of face, Ominis.” Ominis shrugged, turning his head to Sebastian. “And how should I know?” “You can’t keep using that excuse-“ “Watch me, because I surely can’t.”

      Finally parting ways with Ominis, Sebastian headed for the greenhouse. He kicked a stone as he walked, wondering where you would be while he was stuck in Herbology. Yellow looked good on you, he thought, and just by the way you had acted in Charms, he knew that you fit into the Hufflepuff house perfectly. He liked your smile; it was bright and looked good on you. He also liked how your voice sounded with his own, only hearing it that one time when you both shouted Accio. He hoped that you didn’t think he was weird, if you had noticed all the times he looked at you. He sighed as he reached the doors to the greenhouse, slipping through them and taking a seat at one of the tables.

 

    He reached into his bag and brought out one of the books for the class, flipping through the pages as he passed the time. He tuned out the voices that spilled into the room as his thoughts began to wander again; right back to you. It was as if you had a charm placed on you, drawing him to you. You looked great, nice too. Even from across the room Sebastian could see the twinkle in your eyes when Ronan had caused the book in front of you to fly towards him. You blushed too, right? When you made eye contact, Sebastian swore you had blushed for a moment. Did he really make a fool of himself in front of you on the first day, too distracted by you to catch the book he had summoned to him?

      Professor Garlick’s cherry voice brought Sebastian back, greeting you as you walked in. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he watched you walk in, a smile on your face as you greeted Garlick. He kept his head low as he watched you converse with her, pretending to read the pages he had in front of him. You nodded as Garlick explained the basics of the class to you, that twinkle in your eye coming back. You were closer now, and Sebastian found himself looking into your eyes; they looked like gems in the sunlight, twinkling in excitement as you learned more about what you would be going over in class. His eyes widened as he quickly brought his attention back to his book, watching as Garlick gestured for you to take a seat. He stared at the pages, not bothering to read them as he watched you in the corner of his eye, slightly panicking as you made your way over to him.

      You took a seat beside him, smiling as you greeted him. “Hello! I’m y/n.” Your smile was sweet, and Sebastian found himself talking before he could even catch up. “Sebastian, it’s nice to meet you.” You nodded as you reached into your bag. “I saw what happened in Charms. How’s your chest?” Sebastian’s eyes widened as he set the book down, a slight heat creeping to his cheeks. “You saw that?” You nodded, grabbing a book from your bag. “It’s a tough book, I hope you didn’t hurt yourself too bad.” Sebastian scoffed, trying to brush off the fact that it did, in fact, hurt a lot. “I’m fine. A little book isn’t going to stop me.” You chuckled, looking over at him. “Speaking of which, what chapter are we going over? The professor didn’t say when I walked in.” Quickly, Sebastian felt behind him for the book, still turned to you. “Uh, let me see.” He held the book up as he scanned the page, his brows furrowing as he tried to understand what he was reading.

      “That’s weird…Did I grab the wrong book?” He asked quietly, mostly to himself. You laughed as you watched him, noticing the title of the book was upside down. You watched for a dew more moments, watching as Sebastian stuttered to himself as he tried to comprehend the words, a slight blush to his cheeks. “Sebastian?” He froze, hearing his name leave your lips easily as if you had said it all your life. He peeked over the book at you, using its pages to hide the pink that had grown darker. You smiled at him, taking the book from his hands. “I believe you have it upside down.” You flipped it back to the proper side, handing it back to Sebastian as his eyes widened in embarrassment. “I knew that. I was just testing you, that’s all.” He stuttered, earning another laugh from you. “Of course. Did I pass?” “With flying colours.”

 

    The two of you chatted throughout the class, Sebastian quietly making jokes about certain plants to make you laugh. You pointed to an illustration of a Mandrake on one of the pages, mimicking its face as you scrunched up your nose. Sebastian thought it was adorable. As the class ended, Sebastian waited by the doors for you; not having anyone to walk with, or Ominis telling him he was creepy for waiting. You talked with the professor for a few minutes, glancing over every now and then and sending Sebastian a smile. He smiled back, his heart skipping a beat each time you sent that smile to him. It was intoxicating; Sebastian almost thought you had slipped him a love potion. He shook his head as you walked over to him, opening the door for you as you passed. He quickly followed behind, walking by your side. “What’s your next class, then?” He asked, putting his hands into the pockets of his robe. You bit your lip as you tried to remember, furrowing your brows. “Potions, if I’m not mistaken.” Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that he too had potions next. “Great! I’ll walk with you then since we’re going to the same place.” You smiled as you nodded, taking a breath as a breeze blew by. It cooled Sebastian’s face as he fought the heat that continued to rise to his cheeks, grateful for the bright sun; it would be a great cover story for why he was so red. “Let’s hope your books aren’t upside down this time, or that you don’t get attacked with any either.” You joked, earning a scoff from Sebastian. “I have a great relationship with books, I’ll have you know.” “Clearly.”

[junicult]

I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !

I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!

What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3

!! harvey as your new husband

contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.

note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓

when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.

even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.

bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.

and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.

so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.

not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.

some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.

anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.

harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.

he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.

so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.

it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.

“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.

it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.

when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.

so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.

you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.

settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.

there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.

at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.

any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.

so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.

or at least, not nervous in a bad way.

“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”

“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.

“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“

“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.

he really knows how to overthink everything.

but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.

by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.

when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.

if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.

[papayatori]

Fall away (p6)

Inumaki Toge x fém!reader

It had been two weeks since my first mission, and the stale taste of death still lingered in my mouth. No matter what I did, the remnants of that cursed spirit seemed to follow. My senses were heightened as well as my ability to sense cursed energy. I knew that absorbing the spirit would allow me to control it, as I had tamed it and could call on it at will like Fushiguro could his shikigami, but I was completely unaware of just how much I had also gained from said cursed spirit.

Gojo had never mentioned anything about possessing a spirits power after absorbing it, even if it goes without saying, there’s more to it than simply gaining its existence. That said, he may not have been aware of it himself; after all, it isn’t every day you meet a sorcerer who uses cursed spirit manipulation.

On a brighter note, after a long week of training and attempting to use my technique, Nobara thought it would be a good idea to take this Friday off. We all happily agreed, especially Megumi, who was tired of attempting to help me train.

Maki had suggested we go to this cafe she had been to a while back, none of us argued as she probably knew it better than any of us did. We all walked and chatted the entire way there. Panda and Maki were closer together, whispering about something I couldn’t quite understand. I heard a slap from beside me that peaked my interest.

“Is that all you think about, you pervert!” Nobara yelled at Yuji, who seemed to look a little taken aback by the slap to his face. Megumi looked like he was trying not to laugh beside him. I giggled.

“It’s not all I think about, usually I just don’t think at all! You should be proud!” Megumi shared a humorous glance with me before letting out the laughter he couldn’t contain any longer.

“At least you admitted you were an idiot this time.” He said, still laughing. Yuji scowled at him as Nobara started laughing as well. I even heard a low chuckle from Toge beside me. To this, a genuine smile appeared on my face.

Toge and I had grown together over the past few weeks. He trained with me day and night, always called me before he went to sleep if he didn’t simply show up at my door to say goodnight. He even went as far as sitting in my room with me until I could fall asleep a few times. I’d heard before that a persons kindness could only go so far, and now I was simply waiting to find the end of his, and praying i never found it. Though, I had to admit, I was left confused with our relationship. We were two friends who liked to hug each other and occasionally kiss each other when we felt it was needed, and that was about as far as it went. Neither of us bothered to try and unravel the ball of emotions we knew we felt for each other, and it was sort of calming. Though, I knew eventually we would have to take another step or step back into what we were before, and neither of us were confident enough to do so.

As if on cue with my thoughts, Inumaki reached for my hand. The breeze blew his hair gently, framing his pretty face perfectly. His violet eyes turned to meet my own green ones, he was absolutely stunning.

“Y/n, you’re drooling.” I heard Maki call cooly. She smirked at me as realization hit the others and they were thrown into a fit of giggles.

“Her face was priceless!” I heard Yuji cackle. Megumi jabbed him in the ribs with a small smile.

“At least she uses her brain, idiot.” I tried my best to stifle the laugh that tried to escape from my lips, failing utterly. Toge had an amused look in his eye, squeezing my hand gently before he turned back to talk with Yuta, who was also giggling along with our conversation.

The day was beautiful, it perfectly framed the occasion. Children were running around everywhere, parents and couples walking side by side. It was sort of like a movie. This was probably the first good memory of Tokyo that I really could call my own.

“Woah, Maki! Is that the cafe you were talking about?” Yuji pointed to the cute shop to the side of us as she nodded confidently. There was an outdoor area with a small pavilion over the top of it, small plants and vines seemed to sprout out of nowhere in an organized fashion. I was mesmerized.

Nobara immediately started gushing, rambling on about how perfect it was and just how lucky she was to have a friend like Maki, who in return seemed to blush furiously at the attention she had unintentionally called to herself.

Toge walked in beside me, sitting down at the outdoor area beside me as well. He didn’t let go of my hand as I expected him to, instead showing the rest of the group his vulnerable side. Maki and Panda continued to whisper to each other with small giggles. I sent Maki a concerned glance, to which she shrugged and continued to giggle with Panda.

Chaos ensued outside of the little cafe. We had loud outbursts and giggles that filled the entire pavilion, but no one seemed to mind. Yuji even flirted with the waitress openly, getting her phone number and astonishing all of us. He proudly puffed out his chest as we left the small area to head back to the dorms.

It was getting quite late, and the food that we had eaten had made us all exhausted. We all ate our weight, it was delicious.

Maki walked beside me for a little bit, gushing about the little cafe and how we all needed to come back the next chance we got. I completely agreed with her. I was happy with today.

We were walking through a quiet part of town, a residential area that I’m sure was full of sleeping children. I smiled at the thought of having a family to look after one day. As if on cue, Toge smiled at me. I wonder if I had accidentally given him my thoughts. I blushed furiously.

“I see you two are comfortable.” Maki smirked at me. I rolled my eyes, I was surprised no one had said anything earlier. Yuta walked beside her, sneakily holding onto her hand. She caught my gaze and quickly looked away, pulling her hand from Yuta.

I felt the world fall from beneath me, I let out a small gasp as it grew closer to me. I didn’t even realize what was happening until my face was inches from the ground. I let out a helpless squeak that I’m sure I’d find embarrassing later. I braced myself for impact, but it never came.

My head was spinning and my gaze was loose. I couldn’t focus on anything really. Was this death?

I looked up to see panda and Maki giggling to one another again before scowling at them. This was definitely planned. I then realized that I had actually never hit the ground, suddenly becoming aware of Toge’s arms wrapped around me. He scoffed quietly at the two in front of us.

“Are you alright?” He spoke quietly for me to hear. His voice was deep and smooth, my face heated from the sound of it. I nodded quickly, pulling myself from his embrace reluctantly.

His arm stayed around my waist for the rest of the walk home, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. It was oddly comforting to have his arm around me. I could feel his every emotion, his every breath beside me. I thought of that neighborhood we walked through earlier again, thinking of how calm it was and just how badly I wanted to settle down and start a family. Unintentionally, I was thinking about being with Toge. His comfort was everything to me, and so far, he was the only one who could calm me to this extend. I saw him as a father, as a partner, and I found myself falling harder for the man than I should have.

Toge would be a really great dad.

I saw him with two kids, a boy and a girl, playing in the yard with them. His eyes were full of love as he gazed upon the two running around with him. The only thing I wanted was this now.

“Salmon.” I heard from beside me. I tilted my head to the side, but he only shrugged.

The others were walking further ahead of us now, leaving us to ourselves. I was grateful for that, the teasing was starting to get a bit malicious, though I didn’t really mind. Sometimes it was just nice to be with Inumaki.

I smiled at him, one that he returned with a warm gaze. His mask was still unzipped from our incident earlier, and he didn’t make any moves to change that. I looked at his markings, seeing the seal of the Inumaki clan and gushing about how cute it was on his dimples. He flushed, looking away from me.

Part of me isn’t used to the fact that he can hear my every thought if I were to let him, mostly because he seems to be the only one I can do this with. In return, I felt his emotions stronger than I could anyone else’s, I saw his visions more vividly than I saw my own death in the black eyes of that curse he had tied to the floor all those weeks ago. I suppose I should be thankful for that curse, because if not for it I’m not sure either of us would’ve been confident enough to make a move on the other, or if I would have come to terms with it myself. My skin flushed once again. He must have seen what I was thinking about him being a dad. I mentally cursed myself.

We were closer to the gates now, I could see them in the distance. Toge’s arm tightened around me, showing me he was still there.

The others bid their good nights, seeing themselves back to their rooms. Toge led me to mine, his arm still curled around me. He didn’t stop at the door this time though, instead walking in and shutting it behind him. I smiled, sad that I was no longer in his embrace, but happy to know he didn’t plan on leaving yet. He immediately pulled out his phone and started typing. I couldn’t get a feel of his emotions anymore, either, which worried me slightly.

“Did you mean what you said?” His phone stated plainly. I tilted my head, not remembering what he was talking about.

“Huh?” He huffed, typing again. He was cute when he was pouty.

“I hope you’re aware than I could see the things you were imagining earlier. Did you mean that?” My face drained of all color, suddenly aware of what he was referring to. I nodded slowly as he smiled slightly.

“Y-yeah, Toge. I meant it.” There was no sense in hiding it anymore. “I think you’d be a great dad.”

His smile grew large, into a grin that worried me slightly before he tackled me in his embrace. He kissed my forehead gently, looking back down at me as he smiled.

Neither of us had realized the position that we were in until it was too late. I lay on the bed facing upwards to him, feeling every breath on my face as he lay on top of me. He didn’t bother moving, only collapsing on top of me with a chuckle.

“God Toge, you’re going to kill me.” He chuckled again, thinking to himself.

I guess you could say I took your breath away, huh?

I laughed out loud, pounding his chest with my fist and trying to free myself from our tangled position. In a battle of pure strength, he would beat me without batting an eye.

Thankfully, he took the hint and rolled over into his side, pouting slightly. I giggled and poked his dimple.

“You’re cute when you’re pouty.” His face flushed a tiny shade of pink, but he didn’t avert his gaze, only to type on his phone again.

“What are we?” His phone asked. The question took me off guard, I averted my gaze and stared into the intricate void of the ceiling above me.

“I don’t know, Toge. I’ve been meaning to ask you that.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around me as he lay on his back.

“Seeing as you think I would be a good husband, why don’t I be your boyfriend?” His phone sang. I felt my face heat aggressively as he stared into my eyes. His own violet ones becoming a sea of emotions. I felt his pace quicken with my own. Surprising myself, I smiled at him.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” His eyes widened.

“Really?” He asked out loud, not really meaning to talk. He scoffed at himself. I chuckled softly at the sound of his voice.

“Really,” I started, catching his gaze again. My chest filled with warmth as he gazed down at me. I could’ve stayed like this forever and never complain a single time. “I’d love to have you as my first, though. Just bear with me, I’m new to all of this.” His irises grew to the size of dinner plates. He grinned giddily and tackled me again, showing my face with little kisses as he did so. I giggled, doing my best to shove him off. I wasn’t used to this much affection, or really any at all.

“So that’s a yes, right?” He asked me eagerly, this time completely intending to speak. His voice was the song of the heavens above. I smiled at him.

“That’s a yes.” He showered me with kisses again, leaving me a giggling mess. I felt him smile into every single one of them until he got to my lips, eagerly kissing them with more passion that anyone could put into words. I pulled him closer, feeling the need to have his lips on my own. I smiled, feeling him smile too.

Both of his arms were around me now, cradling my head like his life depended on it. His body was crushed into my own, leaving me gasping for breath when we finally pulled away. He buried his face into my neck. I felt his warm breath on my skin, burning it everywhere he touched. I felt my heart quicken again, I felt my need grow into a happy pain in the pit of my stomach.

I willed myself not to cry, I forced every muscle to stiffen as Inumaki held me and loved me. I desperately tried to stop whatever was about to come, but to no avail.

He lifted his head, seeing me in a sobbing mess. His eyes were frantic, searching for any answer he could.

“I’m fine, I just got overwhelmed. Not by you, before you ask, I just don’t get attention like this. I don’t think I ever have. I can’t describe to you what it feels like to have it suddenly.” He nodded in understanding before pointing to my heart.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on in there, y/n.” He pointed to his own heart afterwards. “You forget, I can feel everything you do.” He coughed aggressively, I knew he had gone too far. I felt terrible. He sensed it, shaking his head violently, his hair swinging as he did so. I giggled at him as he wiped the tears from my face.

We stayed like this for a while, neither of us willing to move. We had found something tonight, something neither of us wanted to lose, something neither of us could afford to lose. If I lost Toge, I was now aware that I would lose a part of myself; and judging on his actions as I’m thinking this now, he’s become aware of the same feeling.

His head dropped to my neck again, kissing it sweetly before I heard soft snoring from beside me. Had he really fallen asleep like this?

I snuggled into his shoulder, feeling his warmth surround me as I closed my eyes. I kissed it gingerly, hoping to return the love I felt from him.

“Goodnight, pretty boy.” He stutter a little, coughing, before I heard his breath even and small snores again. I giggled before allowing the darkness to take over.

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I was standing on my own, darkness encasing my surroundings so thick that I couldn’t see a damned thing. I cursed myself for not being smart enough to bring a flashlight.

My phone was dead, I could see anything, and I could feel the presence of someone’s eyes watching my every move. This was not an ideal predicament, but I suppose I had put myself in it and I’d have to take myself out.

I heard a chuckle from behind me. Terrified, I turned to find nothing but the residual of cursed energy. My skin crawled and my stomach churned relentlessly. Who was with me?

I was frozen as I looked forward, my heart racing as if I’d run a marathon. A man stood before me, his forehead stitched together to the rest of him. I went to scream, but nothing came out. His bangs were lopsided, his hair pulled back flawlessly. It was almost as if I were looking into a mirror. He had some of my features, my strong jaw, my pointed nose. The only difference was his brown eyes compared to my green. He bared his teeth in a malicious grin.

“So, you’re the one I heard Satoru talking about the other day.” He said. His voice was even, calm. I was about to panic.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked, but my voice came out hushed and meek. He laughed maniacally.

“I am you, and you are in my domain.” I heard him laugh again, but this time it was distant. I saw him moving away, my head spinning and my pace quickening further. I was done for, I knew nothing of what was to come.

I woke to the sound of Toge calling my name. He was shaking me softly, trying to wake me without ensuing a panic attack. His eyes softened when I met his gaze. He coughed violently. How long had he been trying to wake me?

He pulled me into his chest, cradling me gently. I melted into his touch, forcing the tears that threatened to fall once again to stay put, I had embarrassed myself enough tonight.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” His voice hoarse. His hands threaded through my hair as I pulled him closer, nodding.

I don’t remember everything that happened, but Toge mentioned that I had screamed, scaring him awake. I wanted to die of embarrassment.

He held me for the remainder of the night, neither of us falling asleep, just holding each other as if it was our last time together. He never let up, either. I was grateful for him being with me.

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The day was exhausting. We trained hard with each other, not wanting to risk being separated. I used this as a ticket to distract myself. Neither of us mentioned my nightmare, though we did get Toge some cough medicine. His voice was still hoarse and his throat still hurt pretty bad, I felt awful for that but he reassured me that it wasn’t my fault and he had known better.

The others kept to themselves today, too. Something about a mission coming up that they needed to prepare for. Though, I couldn’t help but notice Yuta and Maki sparring with one another. I chuckled at the thought of another couple forming within the group.

Speaking of couple, no one else was aware that Toge and I were one yet. While Yuji tormented me about it, I still hadn’t mentioned anything yet. I was still sort of scared that someone would take it the wrong way.

He knocked me off of my feet, causing me to fall to the ground helplessly. I dusted myself off as he laughed.

“Tuna.” He said, still laughing. He took my hand and squeezed it a little before letting go. I smiled at him regardless of my embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m distracted.” He nodded, probably knowing fully what was going through my mind.

“Do you think that my spirits are like shikigami? Do you think I can learn to call on them the way Megumi does?” He shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. Though, I guess Megumi sensed he was being talked about and was looking me in the eyes. I smiled, motioning for him to join us. He gave me a small smile back before walking over.

“I heard my name.” He said quietly. I nodded as he gave me a look that urged an explanation.

“Do you think you could teach me how to call on my spirits?” His eyes widened.

“I think our circumstances are a bit different, y/n. That may be a question for Gojo.” I sighed.

“I was hoping to avoid that.”

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All afternoon was spent trying to figure out how to use my abilities without asking Gojo for help. Which, in my opinion, was utterly wasted. Toge had fallen asleep in the grass, which I thought was cute but I’d never let him know I thought that. The sun was setting, and I wasn’t sure what to do. If I asked Gojo, it might cause problems or be the enlightenment I needed, and honestly I wasn’t ready to take that gamble.

Instead, I woke Toge, who was surprisingly grumpy, and finished the night in his room.

Sorry for the abrupt ending, wasn’t sure how to end it without carrying over into the next chapter, anyways enjoy!!!

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[spiritlion]

Touching My Hand in a Darkened Room

A/N: Well not the piece I was originally working on but hey can’t help a little inspiration. I seriously couldn’t get the art of Hot Rod and Unicron out of my head and the psychological damage it had on him. This more so a glimpse at it more so then anything. I know I know it’s angst but it’s soft angst I guess with cuddles and comfort. Hopefully you enjoy it @archie-sunshine ✨ also it can be found on ao3 for my more particular readers

WC: 1.2k

CW: Slight angst, night terrors, a bit hurt-comfort, ptsd (implications of it at least)

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Drift awoke in the night in a cold sweat, his breathing heavy as he pushed himself upward in bed. His heartbeat was thrumming in his ears as he tried to collect his thoughts; as his eyes adjusted to the still-dark room a feeling of dread overcame him. He didn’t know what prompted him to wake up so suddenly when he had been sleeping so soundlessly before that.

Running a hand over his face Drift grimaced at the slickness of his own sweat. Pushing a hand through his unruly bedhead, his gaze turned downward to Ratchet who was watching him confused but alert where he lay. 

“What’s wrong?” His words are soft but firm. 

Drift looked down as he clenched his fists sighing deeply. “I don’t know I wasn't dreaming or anything, I just woke up in a state of shock and perhaps unease.” He pondered as his brows pinched together. 

“It’s been a while since you woke up in distress.” His conjunx added.

“The last time this happened Rodimus was having night terrors…” Drift trailed off realization dawning on him as he quickly tried to get out of bed only to trip and fall face-first into the floor. 

“Primus, Drift are you alright?” Drift groaned as he listened to the ruffling of sheets before being turned over on his back. 

Ratchet was staring down at him with concern as he checked over his state. He groaned “I think so my feet got caught in the sheets.” 

Ratchet sighed as he helped untangle his husband from the clutches of their bed. “Why were we in such a hurry anyway?” 

“Rodimus. Night terrors. Me waking up out of the blue like that he must be having another episode tonight.” 

He could see the realization click in Ratchet’s eyes as he sighed again before helping Drift to his feet. This close to Ratchet he could see the worry in his usually stern face which he knew was just a mold from centuries of war and tragedy. Drift hummed as he leaned down kissing his brow feeling it soften at his touch. 

“Megatron and Minimus are away so I’ll slip over and check on him. You can go back to bed if you want.” 

Ratchet fixed the robe he wore shaking his head. “No, I’ll join you. Primus knows I won’t fall back asleep without you at this point. Besides Rodimus’ bed is way better than ours will ever be.”

A snort let his lips as he grabbed for Ratchet’s hand the healer wasn’t wrong Rodimus’s bed was big enough to fit the three of them plus maybe three more. Drift watched as Ratchet blew out the candle he had lit and then walked them towards the door. The old wood squealed on its hinges as it opened, alerting the nearby guards who quickly went back to minding their own business.

He recognized one of them as Riptide but the other person he didn’t know then again Drift hadn’t met all the new members of the castle’s staff either. Walking past them both Drift and Ratchet quickly made their way to the end of the hall where Rodimus’ room was. Opening the door as quietly as possible they slipped inside the dark room. 

Drift didn’t need any light to see he knew the layout of the large room like the back of his hand. He quickly made a beeline for the bed. A quiet whimper hit his sensitive ears as he climbed into the large bed but no one was in it. Looking over his shoulder he could make the outline of Ratchet who titled his head in what he assumed was confusion. “I’ll check on the other side.” Drift continued to watch with curiosity at what his husband was doing. 

He listened as Ratchet shuffled about the room, his steps heavier than his own as the moving outline stopped opposite of where he was now. He observed as Ratchet got down onto the floor and Drift quickly grasped what he was doing and followed suit he lifted the duvet cover and peered inside to see his lover curled in on himself. 

“Roddy? Are you okay?” 

A sniffle came from the young lord as Drift heard Ratchet grumble before he heard shuffling. “Come on kid, let's get you out of there.” 

“Ratchet, what are you doing?” Drift questioned as he got up climbing into the bed to watch. 

“What does it look like? I’m trying to get him out!” He grunted, hauling the young lord into his arms. 

“Could you light a candle?” Getting off the bed Drift shifted through the nightstand and found a pack of matches. Quickly grabbing the candle on the table he lit it illuminating the room in a soft glow. 

Turning back, Drift watched as Ratchet laid Rodimus on the bed and his face was turned away from him. Though from the expression on Ratchet’s face, he knew whatever state Rodimus was in wasn’t great. 

The war was horrifying for everyone in different ways and they each copied differently. Rodimus didn’t talk much about what happened that day when Unicron invaded. Drift knew it was the cause of many of his night terrors in the past. Placing a hand on his shoulder he felt the trembles rolling off of him as he gently turned him onto his back so he could his face. Rodimus’ face was blank looking but his eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion. Brushing back his red hair Drift bit his lip as he shared another worried look with Ratchet. 

A soft sigh left Ratchet as he spoke. “Come on kid talk to us, we can't help you if you don’t tell us what you need.” 

Rodimus’ eyes shifted towards his voice and Ratchet grinned before reaching for his hand squeezing it. Hesitant at first but relaxing under Ratchet’s reassuring gaze Rodimus returned the squeeze. “Stay with me?” The uncertainty in his voice had Drift’s stomach twisting as he glanced down at him. 

“Of course we will starshine.” He promised as Rodimus glanced at him and nodded.  

“Alright, I’m going to move you so I can get into the bed as well okay?” Ratchet chimed in, making Drift meet his gaze again as Rodimus nodded his approval and Ratchet pushed him back until his arm hit Drift’s knees. 

Flopping onto the bed next to them Ratchet let out a sigh before rolling onto his side as he propped his head in his hand and leaned over watching their lord. “Drift, dear, would you gather the blankets and actually join us? Rodimus needs all the comfort he can get right now.” 

Drift didn’t hesitate as he collected the strewn about sheets and comforter and put them back in order. He didn’t bother with all the extra pillows that usually lined the empty spaces in the bed and scooted over to them. 

Settling into the plush mattress Drift snuck in behind Rodimus who was huddled into Ratchet’s chest. “Roddy? Can I touch you?” He whispered hopeful. 

A grunt was the only indication he needed as he carefully laid his arm over his body and brushed his fingers against Ratchet’s hand. The elf peeked his eye open before closing it and entwined their fingers. 

“Blow out the candle will you?” 

Drift groaned at having to get up again but he did anyway pushing the blankets off of himself he leaned over them both and blew out the candle shrouding them back into darkness. “Satisfied?” 

“Always.” A snort from Rodimus had Drift gasping dramatically. “You are influencing him Ratty.” 

“Good, now lay down I’m exhausted.” 

Drift laughed to himself. “Coming my love.”

[desswright29]

Break of Dawn

I wanna take you to Paris and spoil you I wanna go to Marseille and enjoy you I want those guys in your DMs to talk to themselves And then tell all their friends that they know you I wanna make you forget about your ex I want you overthinking all your texts I want the neighbors to hear you yell Told me she's a CEO I can tell

Pairing: Letitia Wright X Black Fem Reader

Contains: Slight sexual content

A/N: I was half asleep writing this so excuse any errors. But I thought it was cute and wanted to post to feed into our Tish delusions. Enjoy!

It’s been six months. Six months and you still couldn’t believe this was your life. Everything had happened so fast, now here you were 3am  in Cannes, France with your girlfriend Letitia Freaking Wright! How you pulled that shit off is still a mystery to you, but here you were, limbs intertwined brown skin mingling together, not able to tell where which one ended and where the other began.

  You lay on her chest arms wrapped around her waist, music playing over the built in speakers in the ceiling. As she hummed and massaged your scalp through your goddess braids. She’s surprised you with this trip, flying you out to spend time with her in London while she was on break from filming. On a Sunday You guys hoped first class on a euro train and headed to France. You were elated. The trip had been what dreams were made of. You guys based yourself in Cannes, but each day spent a day in a different city in France, exploring, eating the best foods, visiting the most beautiful sites. Then you guys would come back to your beautiful Villa hidden away by the trees near the ocean. You would find yourself some nights when Tish was asleep sitting pool side looking at the sky and ocean connect. Tears of gratefulness flowing down your face. 

  Now laying here with her you feel fear gripping your chest. Could you really maintain this lifestyle. She could have any girl she wanted. Why you? ‘I can’t do this.’ 

  “Tish”

  “Hm?”

You pause and take a breath.

“No” You hear her say softly yet unyielding.

“What?” 

She removed her hands from your scalp reaching down to lightly tap your chin signaling you to look up at her. You maneuver yourself to lie inbetween her legs arms crossing across her abdomen resting your chin on your intertwined fingers. She lay with one leg comfortably bent and one straight. One hand behind her head, the other she brought down to gently brush against your cheek.

“You were about to try to sabotage this.” She says. “N-no I wasn’t.” She smiles that sexy one sided smile. “Oh really?” She lifted a brow. “Tell me what you were gonna say.” 

“ I-I was just gonna uh- say that I-“ you let out a frustrated sigh. “I was about to sabotage this.” She lets out a laugh. 

“Talk to me, what is it Tattoo?” You smile at the nickname she gave you because when you got the chance to be with her you loved to be attached to her hip. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Baby, why me?”

She bit her lip “Why not you?”

You close your eyes and shrug.

“ Look at me pretty girl” You looked up into her beautiful intense stare. No matter how long you’re around her you still couldn’t get used to her stare, it always sent your belly into a fit of butterfly’s.

“You notice that I’m always very intentional about letting you know I won’t hurt you, but let me be clear when I say that if you left me, it would hurt me. I feel like you believe this is one sided, like it wouldn’t mean as much if you left me because you believe that I could have any woman. Which could be true. However, they wouldn’t be you. And you have no idea how good it feels to be loved by you.”

You look at her your eyes watering, tears threatening to fall. 

“Here you go with that poetic shit” She throws her head back in a laugh. 

“Come here baby girl” she said as she stood from the bed, her hand reached out to you. You grabbed it and allowed her to lead you out of the bedroom outside to the infinity pool that over looked the ocean. It’s now just before sunrise. She brings your body close to hers as you both entered the pool. 

 “You mean the world to me, the only way I’ll let you leave is if this” she points between the two of you “us is something you really don’t believe you want. And I know that’s not true. You want this just as much as I do. I want to be loved for real just like anyone else. And I’m praying my lifestyle doesn’t get in the way of the only person that I genuinely feel safe giving my heart to. I love my life. Love the fact that I get to live out my dreams everyday, but something about experiencing it with you makes it so much more worth it. I thank God everyday for sending you to me, and I don’t want you to ever doubt that my beautiful girl. Do you understand me?”

You nod now in full blown tears. 

“Nah I wanna hear it baby.”  She says softly lifting your chin and ghosting her lips over yours. 

“Yes Tish, I understand.”

“Now I don’t want to hear that doubt shit anymore.” She pressed her naked body into yours as your bodies float freely together. She pressed her lips against yours in a soft passionate kiss that soon turned heated. She wrapped your legs around her waist and walked you to the edge of the pool pressing your bodies against it. Her hands roam your body until they reached between you two to touch you where you needed her most. She stroked your pearl slowly as you let out a moan. 

“You feel that? That’s how much I love you. Let me hear you say ‘Tish loves me.’”

Your head falls back in bliss. 

“Tiiiishhh” you moaned out

“Almost baby girl keep going” she says speeding up. 

“Tish l-loves me”

“Say it again, louder”

“T-Tish loves me!”

“Fuckin’ right baby, you better know that”

She held you there massaging words of affirmation into you, speaking words of praise into your skin until the sun shined bright in the sky. 

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Taehyung's beautiful "Rainy Days" (Song Analysis)

*taps mic* is this thing on?

Well...it's been a while, hasn't it? We've been silent but we are still very much around, still listening to the Tannie's music, watching all the content, still loving vmin and namjin, we watched all streamable D-Day concerts, the Disney+ movies, all of it, we've just basically been keeping our ARMY time to ourselves.

But then came Tae.

But then came Rainy Days. And we were lured back here to scream a little at what we've gotten.

And yes, before the inevitable anons come to try and discredit everything in this post, yes we are aware that (so far) Tae doesn't have any writing credits on the songs on Layover, Love Me Again and Rainy Days. But try as you might, no one can ignore just how vmin coded Rainy Days is and how specific some of the references are. Everyone picked up on it, regardless if they were a vminie, OT7 non-shipper, or even a xkooker. Posts crying about and pointing toward Park Jimin being the one were everywhere and honestly, I've missed moments like there.

So, Rainy Days, huh, let's talk about the vmin references, shall we?

First of all, can we talk about just how gorgeous and atmospheric Rainy Days is? And how very Taehyung it is? Because it just fits him truly so perfectly, just like Love Me Again does. I love how the soft mellowness of the song contrasts with the brutalistic architecture of the building shown in the MV, the old-school iMac, and the little Pomeranian acting as Yeontan. I did get tricked into thinking it was Yeontan until Tae did his live and told us, nope, that's Rocky, a doggy looking very close to how Yeontan does since he couldn't travel with Tae. We know Yeontan has health issues, so I should've guessed as much, but either way, it is absolutely adorable how much love for Yeontan is in Tae's debut as solo artist. Find you someone that'll love you as much and as deeply as Tae loves Yeontan. I'll wait.

I love the use of the iPhone sounds within the song, the notification tone as well as the typing sound, though it isn't very fitting (it also reminds me of vmin, how they enjoy FaceTiming, texting and calling each other) for someone who was the Samsung Galaxy ambassador ha ha. Wonder what Yoongi had to say about that.

But moving along to the lyrics, as well as two moments from the MV itself, there are a few vmin references that are hard to ignore. And they were "obvious" enough that basically everyone picked up on them.

The first little thing, and this one could very well be a reach, is this Little Prince/Jimin connection. In the MV Tae falls asleep watching TV and we're shown clips of a fox and a flower which immediately made everyone think of the fox and flower from the Little Prince, and then also the moment in the first season of In the Soop when Tae and Hobi went on their little trip and spotted a mural/poster for the Little Prince. Adorable.

Then in the second verse we have Tae singing the following line:

We can start again, open all the doors

The mention of doors made me perk up because it instantly reminded me of this line in Sweet Night:

That I still hope the door is open

So it feels like, if Rainy Days really is a vmin song, it would either play before Sweet Night, or after, when something came between them but Tae wanted a second chance, still had a hope that they could be together and that all things aren't lost yet.

Now this, who do we know basically laughs at anything and everything Tae says, who has mentioned time and again that Tae is the funniest, like in one of the RUN episodes he mentioned how Tae had been making him laugh all day as well's throughout the filming? That's right, our boy Jimin.

Don't believe me? Well, check out this thread and see for yourself.

Next we have the line:

You're my four-leaf clover

Do I really need to explain this one? In a BB or memories DVD, I don't remember exactly, we had a moment when Tae was looking for a four-leafed clover and Jimin, to surprise and make him happy, went and acted as though he'd found one for it (though it wasn't a real four leaf one) which made Tae happy anyway. Years later for their performance of HOME, standing in front of what appeared to be a reference to the Mirror or Erised, we saw vmin wearing matching four-leaf clover necklaces with Tae appearing next to Jimin as though he was what Jimin's heart desired the most.

Then in the MV we have a scene where Tae is in some kind of art room creating. Eventually he picks up a baguette, which points for originality, and uses it to paint a Vante art piece showing a painting that looks like an alien with its little antennas. And who reclaimed the alien "nickname" just a few years and and who is basically the only one who can still call him that? Exactly. Jimin.

Speaking of whom, further in the lyrics we get this line:

Those hurtful words

And sure, perhaps I'm delulu and reaching, whatever, let me have fun, but still that line reminded me of something. FESTA 2020 where Jimin spoke about how he was sorry for the things in the past, how they were buddies back then (I'm still waiting for him to elaborate on that one, they were buddies back then so, Jiminie, what are you now? Care to share?) and got into a lot of disagreements and how he now feels sorry for the harsh words he used with Tae. And Harsh words can very much be hurtful. So another potential reference?

At the end of the day, as I mentioned before, Tae doesn't have writing credits on Rainy Days but, as you just read, those things just fit a little too well to be just a coincidence, right? So perhaps, just like they'd done with Chingu years prior, maybe Tae sat down with the producers/lyricist and told them what he wants in the song?

And that would be it. We're both extremely excited for the rest of Layover, for the next 3 (!!!) MVs, and all the promo Tae mentioned he has planned (based on ideas and things he saw ARMY had mentioned wishing for) and if he'll have writing credits on any of the songs. But it is a little strange to me how Tae has been so outspoken about working on and writing songs for his mixtapes for years, how he'd shown us snippets from his songs, and yet now as we are getting his debut album, no writing credits (so far). Guess we shall wait and see.

[chaiandsage]

I was thinking about Trust Life (when am I not, I am insane and obsessed, I swear) and how it would fit into the larger canon of the life series as a whole, and two major things have always stuck out to me.

1) Limited Life, what with Jimmy being a Bad Boy and not saying I love you back to Scott (bc bad boys only love their moms) and how Scott would react to that through the lense of a post Trust Life game - I imagine him going back to visit Tango at TIES and just acting over the top about it like "How dare he not say he loves me back! Evil! Jail! Jail for Jimmy for ten thousand years!"

2) What healing happened between Scott and Impuse between the end of Trust Life and the start of the Secret Life games, because Scott was so ride or die for Impuse that season, Gem and the Scotts were all so close, but like, he and Impulse had MATCHING SKINS. And I mean, I know that it's difficult to say because Secret Life was only coming out around the time you finished TL and so it wasn't exactly something to factor in while it was being planned/written, but as established I am crazy and so I'm going to be fitting the TL lense over every life series that happens for the rest of forever and it's just funny trying to fit it together.

Anyways, that is all. Just weird thoughts with me.

Omg. Okay, so I too have considered this and first of all, for the record, I'm pretty sure I did come up with the outline and story idea for the fic long before LL and SL came out. I did try my best to alter things as new stuff happened, like for example, most of the interactions between Scott, Tango, and Jimmy after Trust Life (the game) were going to take place in Rivendell rather than a mix between Chromia, Tumble Town, and the Citadel--but I'm getting off track here. My point is that while LL does still take place after TL, if a bit later than it did in cannon, whatever happens during that game is still up for interpretation. Like that whole "Say it back" interaction between Scott and Jimmy could have still happened, or it could not have because the offshoot events of TL made things happen differently later. It's completely up to you what you would like to believe happened.

That being said, assuming that interaction did still take place between Jimmy and Scott, that whole "jail for then thousand years" bit is hilarious, but my take on it would be more like: Maybe Scott takes it for the joke that it is at first, but later, it slowly starts to eat at him the more he thinks about it. Same with Jimmy. Like in the moment he probably assumed that Scott would understand that he was doing it for a bit (which he did) but then starts to question if Scott really did understand that--and oh god, it's such a small thing to worry over and Scott seemed perfectly fine when he left but what if he really did take him seriously?? Maybe the worry keeps Jimmy up one night and he snaps, deciding to run over to Scott's base at (insert crazy late hour here) in the morning, knock on his door, grab him into a hug the moment he answers, and ramble about how sorry he is and that he was only joking and how he really, truly does love him and Tango more than anything in the world, and "please don't be sad, I will always love you I promise"-- And Scott just reassures him that he understood he didn't mean it (even though it did bother him a little, but he decides he'll just mention that later). Maybe they message Tango to come over and they all just fall asleep together that night only for Martyn to wake up and find them sleeping soundly in a tangled pile, thinking to himself 'How the heck did Scott's bfs break into our base am I really that heavy of a sleeper?' In conclusion, they're all idiots in love.

Scott and Impulse... yeah, that's a tough one. I would imagine that they'd heal eventually and start being friends again, but as you said, the speed and intensity at which that happens in SL would not make much sense when applied to the TL universe. And it wouldn't make sense for someone to pressure them into being on a team together since not doing THAT again was suppose to be Grian's entire takeaway after TL. So with all that in mind, here's the best take on this I can come up with:

Tango is very understanding about Scott's dislike for Impulse. He still hangs out with him, but constantly lets his boyfriend know that he is under no obligation to hang out with them or befriend Impulse just because he's someone close to him. Scott is fine with this at first, but later, he starts to view it as a challenge. He thinks back to what Cleo said to him during TL, how back then, she suggested that he try to get along with Jimmy since even though they'd broken up at the time, they weren't leaving each other's lives completely any time soon. He thinks the same applies to Impulse and how if he and Tango's friendship was able to make it through the mess that was Trust Life, then Impulse probably isn't going anywhere either.

Impulse still feels genuinely sorry and regretful for everything he did and said to Scott. He's spent some time before SL making up with Jimmy, but has made little headway with Scott. Scott doesn't outright hate him anymore but they're still far from friends. Impulse continues to feel guilty for his actions all the way till SL and he spends the beginning of that game quietly approaching Scott and trying to make conversation with him. Scott doesn't push him away, but he is still hesitant to stick around him. Nevertheless, Impulse continues to help him out occasionally during that first day, leaves little things for him like iron or food, asks him if he needs anything or if he could get him something, maybe shoves him out of the way and takes an unexpected headbutt from a stray mountain goat for him at one point... But sometime later, Impulse gets his secret task that says he needs to "make cherrywood his entire personality." He sees that Scott and Gem have decided to build their bases in the only cherrywood biome on the server, so now he's gone and made things even more awkward by being forced to do the same through his task. He continues to hang around them in the same biome while being entirely unable to explain that he's not trying to be weird, he's just doing it for his task and Scott just happened to want to set up his base in the one biome he really needed to be surrounded by for the day. So ensues some very awkward tension that carries on throughout the day where Scott feels as though it would be too harsh of him to outright ask Impulse to leave while Impulse continues to panic internally and Gem tries her best as a mutual friend of them to lighten the atmosphere a little and defuse the tension. Surprisingly, it works and the three of them end up having a little fun.

At the end of the day, when Impulse is FINALLY able to reveal his task, Scott is the first one to burst out laughing at how ridiculous it is--"THAT was why you wanted to build in that biome? Ha! Oh my god-!"--Any lingering discomfort between them is effectively broken and Scott decides that he's alright having Impulse stick around the same biome as he and Gem for the rest of the game. He wouldn't just force the guy to build an entirely new base somewhere else, would he? That would just be overly petty. They continue to talk throughout the game, grow a little closer, Gem continues to mediate between the two of them and tries to get them to see the good in each other. Maybe she has a few one-on-one conversations with each of them about this when they're alone and the timing calls for it. Meanwhile Jimmy and Tango (Tango especially) start to wonder how the heck these two are so okay with each other now. Scott tells them about it later. But yeah, that's about the best I can do for how wild their situation is. Would love to hear some of your ideas if you have any or ever come up with some!

[mcu-senshi]

Elrond Needing Reassurance

You had been married for not even a year, and yes, that is but a blink of an eye for elf but it has been pure bliss. You are the Princess, daughter of the High King Gil-galad and you are accustomed to the busy life of diplomacy and endless education. But, lately you have noticed that you been seeing your husband a bit less than usual. You are certain your father has a greater plan and regardless of being one of the leaders of such a successful and well-regarded kingdom, your father does not tell you everything until he sees fit.

The last few weeks you have traveled more than you have in the few decades and when you returned you noticed your husband a bit off. Elrond, your darling Lord Herald is still as focused and wise as ever and always seen with a scroll in hand, but you noticed something different.

Upon your return you did not see him at the royal gate to meet you. He claimed that he was simply occupied to greet you upon your return. You excused him without a doubt. When you and the council members who traveled were finally settled, you asked him to meet you in your private dining area and he did not show. After a handful of failed attempts you had to scheme in order to ask your husband what was weighing on him. So you had someone send a message to your husband, claiming the request is from the King. Your message was simply that he was to meet the King in the library an hour before sunset to discuss an urgent matter.

You walked into the library well before the scheduled meeting time to ensure Elrond would not see you. And you waiting. Your ever-punctual husband walked into the library and upon seeing you his face lit up, but you saw the slight hint of hesitation in the corner of his eyes before his soft smile graced his face.

“Good evening, my beloved,” you greeted him.

“Good evening my Princess,” he returned as he looked around for the King. “If it is my father you seek, he is not here. And he will not be here as this meeting was but a decoy.”

Elrond gave a slight nod and walked beside you and you headed towards a more secluded area of the library. “My darling, why are we here?” He asked you.

“Well,” you began as you brought your hands together, “I know we are both quite preoccupied, but I have noticed a change in you recently, my Love.”

“I am a bit ashamed, my Princess, I must admit to you,” he began. You were a bit surprised because you wanted to open up a bit more but since he spoke up first you simply listened. “I have felt a bit differently, but I promise you my Love, it was not my intention.”

“My darling husband, have I done or said something to upset you?” You asked as you looked up to him with a bit of worry in your eyes.

“Valar, no, my Love. You have not.” He replied as he took hold of your hands. “Then why do you look at me differently or simply look away at times?” You asked.

“My mind was introduced to the feelings of jealousy, my Starlight, I apologize,” you locked eyes and then that is when his face and shoulders relaxed. “I began to feel jealous when I realized that you traveled with all men and your time with the council mostly with men” You smiled up at him and you realized what had happened. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel a little extra love and attention.

“May I reassure you, my Love?” You asked as you took your hands from his so yours could envelope his. He nodded and took a deep breathe in.

“My sweet Elrond, you are the love of my life and I will do anything to see you smile. While I know that our positions demand so much of us both, you will always be my warmth and my strength. No matter of how much people I must meet, and believe me there are times I wish I simply did not have to meet such egotistical lords and ladies in the name of diplomacy,” and at that you both let out a chuckle. “You are the who I dream about each night we are not physically together. You are the one who I want to wake up to and fall asleep next you every day. I want to wake you up with kisses every morning and I want to fall asleep in your arms each and every night. I could never imagine of a more loving and amazing partner to call my darling husband.” And with that you kissed his hands and then quickly moved to his neck and chin and cheeks and nose and finally you planted quick kisses upon his lips. He wrapped his hands around your waist and your body as close as possible to his and deepened the kiss.

“I apologize for feeling jealous my darling Princess,” he said as he broke the kiss. “But you must understand that I still worry about you being surrounded by such warriors whose legends and towering figures proceed them. I hear of them joking amongst themselves about who could sway you away from your marriage.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a laugh. “My darling sweet husband, I would simply cut the hand off of whichever guard or warrior who dare attempt such a thing.”

[the-starry-seas]

I would say roll the dice but actually...

33 - a kiss to a scar/mark/other with Bail/Breha/Fox

FOLLOW YOUR HEART. YOU KNOW WHAT I DESIRE!!!

I KNOW WHAT YOU DESIRE

From the kiss roulette :3

For once, Fox comes home exhausted. Kit has been running all over the planet, petting everything that moves and lets him get close enough, and Fox has been worried about how every one of those things seems to be armed with entirely too many teeth.

Breha smiles when she sees him.

"Let me guess," she says dryly, "Kit finally got you into the forest."

He grumps under his breath and sinks to his knees next to her chair, resting his head on her thigh. Her fingers are in his hair a moment later. It feels glorious.

"I found that file you were asking about," Bail says, coming into the room with his datapad. He pauses in the doorway and smiles faintly. "Kit got you in the forest."

"Yeah," Fox sighs. Apparently it's obvious.

Bail hands his datapad to Breha and sits down next to Fox, leaning in to touch their foreheads together.

Fox brings a hand up to cup Bail's face and sighs softly. He has no idea how all his tension just melts away when they touch him, but he's grateful for it, every single day.

"I don't suppose you want to call it an early night," Breha suggests.

"Mm." He leans back against the chair and looks up at her. "I think I could be convinced."

"We do have that wonderful new couch," Bail murmurs.

And somehow, that's how Fox ends up sprawled on his stomach in front of the fireplace, his shirt discarded somewhere on the carpet. One of the throw pillows from the couch is tucked under his head, his arms folded under it, the carpet surprisingly soft against his skin.

Breha's skirts flow around him as she kneels over his hips, a hand on the carpet near his shoulder, the other trailing lightly down his side. She kisses the back of his shoulder, then down his spine, her mouth warm and gentle.

He tucks his face into the pillow and hums softly. He's too tired to go too far, but somehow... all they want is to touch him, sometimes, without any demands in return. He still doesn't fully understand why, but it's the only thing that can get the last of the tension out of his shoulders.

Bail cradles Fox's hand in his, kissing the fingertips scarred from picking up broken transparisteel. His body fits against Fox's perfectly, like the halves of a quotation mark. It makes Fox feel like he belongs.

Breha's thumb smooths across one of the lines left by a senator's beating, her mouth following soon after, faint little touches that he can barely feel, but that make him shiver all the same.

Her hands stay gentle as she follows the branching lines of the lightning scars across his ribs and up to the top of his tattoo.

"I think I remember what this one is for," she murmurs, kissing the smallest foxglove bell at the top, between his shoulders. "Adopting Leia."

"And this one," Bail adds. His hand is ticklish, his thumb brushing lightly back and forth across Fox's ribs as he kisses a spot halfway down Fox's side. "That was your first visit to the summer house by the lake."

"Our anniversary dinner... or rather, that lovely little side room after the second course."

"First time someone called you Mr Organa."

They kiss every bell from his shoulders to the dip at the small of his back. Fox falls asleep sometime while they're lavishing their attention back up his spine, the fire crackling gently. He trusts them to still be there when he wakes back up.

[daydreamingyuta]

Glue Song│Mark Lee

Play Glue Song by beabadoobee while reading! :)

It’s your first anniversary with Mark. He took you out to a nice dinner and got you your favorite flowers. It feels like you have been walking on a cloud all night. Mark was being extra sweet because of the special occasion, not that he wasn’t aways sweet. 

After dinner you two went to his place. You two spent about two hours just talking. You could talk to Mark forever. His ideas and the way he thought about things only made you fall in love with him more and more. 

At some point you two ended up in the kitchen, Mark playing music on his phone. It was dark in the kitchen and the only thing lighting up the room was the moonlight streaming in through the cracked window and the light from the open fridge. While Mark looks for a water, a song starts playing on his phone that makes Mark stop. 

“Our song!” He says, smiling.

Glue Song was playing. A while ago Mark heard this song and it reminded him so much of you that he showed it to you. Ever since he showed it to you, you would hear it play all the time while you were together. It played in the cafe while you two were getting coffee one morning. It played on the car ride to the beach on your first little vacation together. It played the first time you fell asleep in Mark’s arms. And now it was playing here, in the kitchen, on your first anniversary together. 

Mark walks over to you and grabs you hand. He puts his hands on your waist and you two start swaying together to the song. 

♪ I’ve never known someone like you ♪

You snuggle your head into Mark, fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces. 

♪ Don’t forget to kiss me, or else you’ll have to miss me ♪

Mark places a soft kiss on your forehead, still swaying with you.

♪ I guess I’m stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you ♪

Mark hums along to the song and you can feel every vibration. Both of your hearts so full, you can’t help but to smile at each other. 

[sirianasims]

Chapter 9

The End of an Era

Welcome back to the Duchelli household, where we are hurtling towards the final stretches of our first generation.

I’m not sure what is going on here, but I think Johnny is showing off some yoga moves. On the sidewalk. To a stray cat.

His daughter Jodi is pretending she doesn’t know him in the background.

To increase the household income enough to send Cora off to university, everyone is working hard. On top of her criminal activities, Alex has taking up writing a few books and painting.

Cora is still single and has no real friends, so for Love Day, she gives a rose to her beloved sister.

Brielle and Shawn used Love Day to finally make it official. No one was surprised, as they have been together for a while.

Another visitor dropping by is one of Brie’s best friends, Ariana Broke. She’s one of Angela and Dustin Broke’s twin daughters.

This is Adriana, the other twin. Both twins are very close with Brie.

Cora has neither the time nor inclination for making friends. It’s all about homework.

After fulfilling his aspiration to be the greatest bodybuilder ever, Don is back to being a serial romantic. He still has strong opinions on cheating, and most of the women closer to his age are married, so the dating pool is honestly a little sparse. Therefore, he invites out the somewhat younger Evie Delgato.

Evie tells Don all about her college, and mentions how she isn’t planning on settling down in a serious relationship until she gets her career started, so she’s open to just having some fun.

And so, after “having some fun” in a back room of the bar…

… Don kisses Evie goodbye before she heads back to her dorm.

Cora has gotten a job as a barista, which means she has to get up insanely early. So she’s always tired and in a bad mood. Late night studying does not work well with 5 AM workdays.

After work and a nap, she barely has time to fall asleep in her breakfast before going to school.

Her barista job, however, has given her a newfound appreciation for coffee, and she manages to talk her parents into letting her buy a fancy coffee maker at home.

Much better! Hopefully this’ll get her up in the morning.

While out on the town one day, Don hears someone cry in the ladies room. Out comes Morgan Fyres-Munch. Don asks her what is wrong, and she tells him that her and Wolfgang’s marriage has been rocky for a while, due to the stress of them living with her aging parents, and he finally had enough and left her.

Always the gentleman, Don cheers Morgan up and invites her to join him for coffee.

They hit it off immediately, and Don does his best to make Morgan feel better about herself.

It doesn’t take long before Morgan starts flirting back.

And to no one’s surprise, they end up in a back room.

Cora is really doing nothing but studying. She’s trying to get accepted into the distinguished degree in Physics at Foxbury University, and that takes hard work.

One evening, the girls are given school projects as usual, and Brie brings, besides one of the Broke twins, this guy.

His name is Aidan, and it turns out he’s a bit of a nerdy loner. Maybe Brie brought him because he reminds her of Cora. They immediately bond over robots.

“Alex, babe, will you still love me when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“Of course, honey.”

And so, Don is the first member of the family to hit old age.

Cora, would it kill you to leave the voidcritters alone and attend your father’s birthday? Sheesh. Even Christie from his fitness club is more excited than you.

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