#the scar kisses have very soft rn

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jeweler!wanda always making sure Skitch is wearing the safety gear because the last thing she wants is you getting hurt, badly or not. but sometimes you just forget the safety gear and logan might need to call wanda for the rescue! she also definitely kisses old scars on your hands

Oh for sure!

The scar kisses 🥺

"As much as I love them, at least half of these could have been avoided, love..."

Skitch is definitely better about safety while working once they're with Wanda. On one hand, Skitch forgets to wear safety gear because they just wanna ✨make stuff✨ and on the other hand they're like, "I don't need em anyway, I gots this! Trained professional over here 😌" two hot seconds off of almost cutting their finger off-

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Leaving lipstick marks on various CRPS 1/2

this is probably going to change because queue stuff but i might not write the second part of this with the other characters i write for unless theres a demand for it- brains going crazy but not for writing rn hisshiss characters: slenderman, splendorman, masky, hoodie, ticci toby notes: reader is GN and wears makeup CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

if you can get him to bend down so you can actually reach his face, he lets you pepper his face for as long as you want... assuming he doesnt have anything else that needs to be done

ive mentioned before that physical affection isnt something that slenderman does often, at least in terms of giving... but hes not going to stop you from showing your love for him however you like

if you can catch it, you can see the faintest raise in his cheekbones- hes smiling!

may lightly press where his mouth would be against your own mouth in his own gesture- even though he doesnt do this sort of thing often he knows its important to you... so he at least occasionally returns the favor!

the lipstick marks on his face dont tent to remain on his face for that long, though...

SPLENDORMAN

loooooooves when you kiss all over his face, loves getting affection from you in general

soft chuckles and giggles as you cover his face in lipstick marks, hes trying so hard to remain still for you so the marks dont smudge too bad

keeps the marks on his face for a while, usually until he needs to go interact with someone who isnt you... not that he wants to hide your relationship or anything like that- he wants to keep appearances is all!

will kiss all over you in return, even though he doesnt really wear makeup

you can sometimes hear the bells on his tentacles chime as you hold his face

MASKY

the best youre going to get is kissing on his mask, he... doesnt like taking his mask off around other people.. including you... actually now that you think about it youre not sure if he takes it off even when hes alone

very still when getting kisses from you, its almost a little unnerving how still he is during the entire exchange

sometimes your lipstick leaves stains on his mask so sometimes he may deny you if youre wearing any makeup

not really anything mean against you... he just doesnt want random splotches on the material... you may be able to convince him to take it off so you can clean it for him

will occasionally nuzzle his face against your cheek after you kiss him all over

HOODIE

hes still like masky, but hes more likely to snake his arms around your waist to pull you even closer to him

his mask is made of a fabric so kissing it kind of... feels off.. on top of that you cant see the marks left behind that well due to it being black

though... hoodie may feel inclined to lift his mask up just enough for you to kiss on his actual face- he only ever pulls it up high enough to see the bottom of his nose

sometimes forgets to wash the marks off so when you see him lift his mask up to eat something you just see color splotches all over his skin

grinning the entire time youre kissing him

TICCI TOBY

takes his little mouth cover off for you so you have more skin to kiss, though this only really happens later on in the relationship when you two are closer... hes not exactly ashamed of his cheek scar however he knows it may... put you off..

takes a while for him to warm up to physical affection although he wants it so bad, give him some time and hes going to welcome you with open arms when you want to leave your marks all over his face

literally... hes going to wrap his arms around you and pick you up- if youre close enough to a bed or couch hes going to fall back

typically turns into a bit of a cuddle session as well

sometimes hates that your makeup can leave patches of color, but he loves the attention more than he hates the cleanup

[crguang]

i feel like jingliu has so little content in hsr rn so... 😭

Would you might making headcannons for jingliu with a fem!reader, thanks so much xoxo <3

god, my beautiful fierce moon lesbian… she deserves the world

where do i even start. i would call jingliu a rock but unlike one, she doesn’t sit through erosion, she fights. she’s fast, she’s strong of mind and body, she’s relentless in everything she does… being with her is surreal because you have someone so ahead of everyone else, who stands on her own, and it’s often inconceivable to think that she needs you

jingliu has spent so much of her life just waiting to die. she’s spent most of her years haunted by the destruction caused by the abundance (and she still is… like ok), burning planets and scorched earth ruled her dreams and influenced her present until that one tipsy evening when she realized that she was more than just a sword. and she needs you for that

she faces the setting sky and she sees you in it, colorful and real, unlike her nightmares. you’re alive, she’s alive, and her life is her own. she doesn’t have to dedicate it to survival or revenge, it would be a waste when you look at her that way. she’s admired by many but the stars in your eyes make her falter. she feels like she can actually cut the heart of a star, if only to prove that she’s worthy of your adoration

jingliu is bruised, her hands are calloused and her body is lithe with scars and yet her touch is soft. she’s affectionate in a clumsy way because she’s spent too much time with a blade in her hand and not enough with your cheeks between her palms. she stares a lot, whether you’re in the training yard or lying next to her; she hopes she’ll see your face when she closes her eyes instead of past atrocities.

she doesn’t do PDA because she has a “undefeated sword champion” reputation to maintain and likes that the cloud knights under her command are all a little scared of her. behind closed doors, her way of initiating physical contact is subtle; she’ll wipe food from the corner of your lips or stand unnecessarily close as you show her something. she likes tracing your features with a finger when you’re asleep the most

tipsy kisses!! she can hold her wine but after a bottle her lips are always on yours. her cheeks are flushed, eyes lidded and shoulders relaxed, and she feels much less bothered about kissing you in front of her friends. it only gets heated when you’re alone though

she loves wine and sparring to relax. she knows real tranquility when you’re massaging the knots out of her muscles with warm palms and revering dedication. she’s not the type to sit still for long so at first you have to convince her that it’ll feel nice and that she’ll be much better afterwards. she indulges you, and after that she avoids asking for a massage every week by not so subtly twisting her neck when she knows you’re watching

jingliu strong. jingliu very strong. she can manhandle you regardless of your size. will have you seated on her lap and be offended that you think you could crush her. your weight on her feels nice in any setting, it keeps her grounded

if you’re a fighter please spar with her. she likes beating you. always available for a quick win, it lifts her spirits instantly. i mean, with her knees on each side of your hips and the sharp edge of her sword against your neck as she gazes down at you, are you really losing?…

dating jingliu is such a privilege, you’re privy to that part of her she’s nurturing just to be able to love you the way you deserve. she’s a quick learner, even if there’s still some hesitation in her touches. you make her feel like a woman and she cherishes that with everything she has, even when her mind starts to wither with the mara.

[dokoni-mo]

Crave: Part Four || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: you're his now, but what next?

Mild NSFW

word count: 4544

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 william is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, willy is obsessive, possessive too, and a little creepy, and a hypocrite, and narcissistic lol, and a little bit of a yandere, or at least becoming one, mentions of divorce, dysfunctional parent-child relationships, secret relationships, swearing, gaslighting, manipulation tactics, dom/sub undertones if you squint, willy is VERY egotistical, allusions to corruption kink, praise, kissing, Michael is in this

minors dni // pls read warnings!!

a/n: look ik i said i'd finish KNY first and i AM working on it i promise but i am down atrocious for willy rn and i cant help it,, this story and writing willy is also really interesting to me sooo yeah :)) taglist is still open, enjoy! (also disclaimer: i do not condode this type of relationship irl, this is just my take on being with peepaw)

part one // part two // part three

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Sundays were always William's favorite days of the week. Something about them just always felt slow to him and comforting.

They were always placed perfectly in the midst of his busy schedule. On Sundays, nothing was required of the brit. He was able to take his shoes off and relax, knowing that the work week was still away from him. The calm before the storm, if you will. Back when he was still married to Clara, he would make a treat of them. Make his family a traditional American breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything.

Not because he loved them, no. Of course not. It was for himself. He liked making himself a banquet. Living in America for so long, he found that he rather enjoyed it's food. The slight chubbiness in his stomach and thighs showed for it. If it were up to him, William would have the whole feast to himself. His family only tagged along because they lived in his house. And he allowed it to keep his façade. Kept them happy and content for a while, too. Shut them up.

But, this time was different. This time, making breakfast on a Sunday morning was special. Because he was making it for you.

And you were the only thing William ever truly loved.

William woke that morning as the sunlight of that beautiful Utah morning crept in through his window, hitting his pale eyes to wake him up. The brit often woke up early before the sun had even made her first appearance, but allowed himself to sleep in just a hair that day. How could he not? When he had the most adorable little bunny in the world curled up in his arms? And potentially disturb them? He wouldn't ever dream of it.

He kept his promise to you in that he didn't leave you throughout the night whilst you slept. He wouldn't even dream of that either. William had one night stands in the past, yes, but you were far above that.

He loved you. He would never leave you.

Just like how you'd never leave him.

Blinking the grogginess of his sleep away from his eyes, William took a deep, long breath of the cold morning air through his nose. Looking down, he could see that you were still asleep. You must've turned around while you were sleeping, because you were facing towards the older man now. William's arms were still snug around your waist, and your little hands were gently laid on the expanse of his scarred chest. Last night must've really wiped you out, since you were still snoring softly before him, your hair partially covering your precious eyes.

William smiled at the sight of you, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face and gently press a kiss to your forehead.

It's alright, little one. Rest all you like. You're safe with William.

The safest place you could be is in his arms.

Don't you agree?

William pressed a few more soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks as he watched you sleep next to him, careful to be quiet and light so he didn't wake you. You were so adorable. So perfect. Just having you next to him made the man feel warm inside, made him smile genuinely.

You were the only one that had ever had that affect on him. Even his ex-wife couldn't accomplish that. She had only been easy for William. He knew that in order to be normal, he would have to take a spouse eventually. Clara was just the only person available at the time. And, to add on, there was also the accident that was Michael. It was only natural for William to marry her. It's what a normal man would do. And his past flings were only just that. Flings. Something to keep him entertained for a night or two.

Clara was never his bunny. Never. She was never even close. Nor any of the other people he had been with.

You were his bunny. And no one else.

And that's why he loved you. For real. Loved you.

Just like you loved him.

As much as William would've loved to shower you with kisses until you woke up, he knew that you would be hungry when you did. It was rather rude of him to promise you dinner last night, then never give it to you. Poor thing, you must be famished. He was sorry, bunny, he was. William always wanted to take care of you. He was just so, so excited to finally have you. Get you all alone with him. Make you his, once and for all. You enjoyed yourself, though, didn't you? Oh, heaven knows William sure did. You were the best he had ever had. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad now, was it? But, still. William couldn't have his bunny go hungry. That was just mean. William could never be mean to you, bunny. Never.

So, allow him to make it up to you.

Leaning forward one last time, William pressed a long, drawn-out kiss to your soft cheek, his eyes lingering on your sweet face a moment longer as he pulled away.

"I'll be right back, bunny. Don't go anywhere." He whispered to you, careful as to not wake you up.

Pulling away from you and out of the covers, it was much colder for William in the cool air of his room without you next to him. You must've felt colder as well, considering how you groaned in your sleep and rolled onto your other side. You had pulled a bundle of the covers along with you, holding it close to your chest as you settled again.

William couldn't help but feel a little sad. He wanted to be those covers.

But, he had to have patience. Michael wouldn't be back from his mother's until tomorrow morning. William still had at least 24 more hours with you. After he made sure you had some good food and water in you, you and him could cuddle all he wanted.

Perhaps even more. Perhaps he could show you a few more fun games you and him could play.

If you were up for it, of course.

Before leaving his room, William crept over to his old wooden dresser and opened up its drawers without a sound. Carefully, William pulled out his favorite pajama pants and sleep shirt and pulled them on, relieving him of just being in his underwear. While he was nearly certain you didn't have any plans of waking up anytime soon, William still left one of his shirts on the end of his bed for you just in case. Shit. What if you did wake up? While he was cooking? You creeping down the stairs all tired in his shirt. It would look so good on you too. It would surely be too large to fit you properly, but not long enough to cover your lower half in any meaningful way. So cute... Come here, won't you, bunny? That's it, good. Lean up against the counter for William. Don't you and him just fit together so perfectly? William's big hands feel so good on you, don't they? Doesn't his fingers fit so well over your cute little butt? Precious bunny, don't mind him if he just had to-

Goddamn it William. Focus. (Y/N) is hungry. This could wait until later.

Giving your sleeping form one last look, William disappeared out of his room and into his kitchen.

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Mr. Afton came to realize that he wasn't too sure of what you liked and didn't. Even after pestering Michael for so long about your interests, and snooping on your friends and classmates over the security cams in the Diner, William was never able to pick up on your food preferences. This was fine. He would learn what you liked and didn't over time, now that you and him were an item. This was the first time he had cooked for you, sure. But it wouldn't be the last.

You and him had a whole lifetime to explore together now. Surely he would learn your diet over time. He wouldn't be a good partner to you if he didn't.

William ultimately decided on something safe, yet also something that would let him guess what you did and didn't like. Toast (one with butter and another with jam), eggs (scrambled), a few pieces of bacon, and water. Surely you would eat at least one of the toast slices. If you didn't, perhaps you had a gluten intolerance. That would tell William a lot right off the bat. The eggs were a gamble, even more so the bacon. He knew that a lot of people didn't like eggs, and felt weird eating them. Elizabeth was like that. The bacon was a meat product too. You wouldn't touch it if you were a vegetarian, nor if your religion didn't allow it. And, if you were a vegan, you would only have the toast with jam. At the very least, however, you were going to eat one of these items. His sweet bunny was kind. You would be polite, and happily eat whatever William gave you that also aligned with your diet. And, if there was nothing you liked, he'd happily get you something you did.

It was a perfect test. William was rather proud of himself.

The brit wouldn't make you climb all the way downstairs for your meal. He wanted to spoil you. It was your first morning with him, this should be celebrated. This was the start of your relationship, and William would be damned if he didn't make you feel loved and cherished today.

Gathering up the plate of food and water cup on a tray, William carried up your breakfast to his room, pushing the door open with his foot. You were still asleep, and it didn't even look like you had moved an inch since he had left.

Silly bunny. You were so cute when you slept. He could watch you for hours. Maybe he would tonight. Just to drink in how cute you were. Hell, if he still had that old polaroid camera, maybe he could take a picture for when you weren't able to stay the night. William you are a genius. A picture would be perfect.

He'll look for it later. When you're in the shower or something.

Setting the tray down on his nightstand, William paused for a moment to admire your sleeping form for a second longer, hovering his face a few feet away from your own. You were so gorgeous. So peaceful and ethereal. You looked like you were a dream. Feeling his lips part, William lifted up his hand and cradled your cheek in his palm, his calloused thumb gently rubbing into your soft skin.

You were breathtaking.

But, it was time to get up, little bunny. William missed talking to you. And oh did he want to talk to you about some things.

Leaning forward, William pressed more kisses onto your face, this time harder and with more purpose.

"Good morning, my love." He rumbled out to you in between kisses. Gently stroking your hair, William could feel you stir underneath his touch, you being gently roused out of your sleep. You tried to protest at first with a few mumbles, and William couldn't help but chuckle. His breath fanning against your face, the brit continued to press more kisses to your forehead and cheeks until you finally cracked your sweet eyes open. You looked up at the older man, the sleep still laced in your tired eyes and voice as you spoke.

"Mmn... William?" you rasped out, making the man smile as he smoothed your hair.

"Yes, love," he responded, pressing another kiss to your cheek, "It's me. Good morning, my precious bunny."

You gave him a soft smile as you took one of your arms out from under the covers, rubbing circles into your eyes to wash away the sleep.

"God, I really thought I was dreaming." You mumbled to yourself, making William chuckle again.

"No, love, no. Not a dream at all." William leaned in and gave you a quick peck on your lips, "Though for me, it is a dream come true."

You let out a sleepy giggle as you sat up, pulling the covers up to cover your still-bare chest, "That's really cheesy, yknow."

"It's the truth, my love. Here."

William moved from your side of the bed over to his, picking up and holding out the shirt he got out for you earlier. With a small thanks, you took the shirt and pulled it on over your head, the loose clothing draping across your shoulders as you pushed the covers back down. Mr. Afton sat next to you and watched.

Damn. Mr. Afton was right. You were adorable in his clothes. You looked better in his shirt than even he did. And that was saying something. He had picked every single article of clothing long ago, and tailored it so he'd be as attractive as possible in them. Of course, he was a little biased. But still. You were just too cute.

"I made you a little something, too." William said as he reached behind up. He picked up the tray of your breakfast and set it gently in front of you, watching as how your face lit up with a smile.

"Oh, wow, this looks so good, thank you!" You exclaimed, picking up your jelly toast and taking a bite, "No one's ever made me breakfast in bed before."

William felt himself smile as his heart swelled in his chest, "It's not trouble at all, love. It's the least I can do after such a wonderful night, yeah?"

You took another bite of your toast and nodded, chewing and swallowing and wiping your mouth before you talked again, "I'm assuming you wanna talk about some things?"

Wow. You were rather blunt, weren't you, little one? William often forgot how smart you were. It's alright though. He loved that about you. How you challenged him. You were perfect.

"Yes, I do, bunny." He said, reaching up to smooth out your hair away from your face, "If that's alright with you, of course."

"Yeah, it's alright. I just have one question before, though."

"Hm?"

"You lied to get me here, didn't you? About Michael needing help?"

William felt a chill run through his veins at your words, his pale grey eyes widening ever so slightly. How did you know? Did you really put the pieces together that quickly? You seemed to believe him last night, you had asked about his son a plethora of times. Or were you just putting on an act? Just being kind to the older man, because surely he wouldn't call you over that late at night for nothing, right? Damn. He had never had someone see through his lies so quickly before. William was a good liar. If we were being technical here, he had been lying for almost 40 years now. Of course he was good at it. And, he was good at covering his tracks too. Finding some way to make his lie believable when he had to lie again to keep it going.

But there was no point now, wasn't there? At least, not with this one. You were a clever bunny. No point of keeping it up.

"I..." William begun. He sighed to himself and nodded, "Yes, love, I did."

You took another bite of your toast, "Why?"

Based on how you looked at Mr. Afton, you didn't seem mad. Not at all. This was good for him. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like if you were upset with him. It'd break his heart. You seemed to like the truth. So, it's the truth he would give you.

"I just couldn't think of another way to get us alone, my love." William said, "I hated being without you. I wanted you for so long, I just... I'm sorry, bunny. I should've thought of another way."

Swallowing your toast, you looked at the brit with a smile forming on your face. Wiping away any crumbs, you leaned over your tray and pressed a gentle, soft kiss to his pale cheek, making his lips part in slight shock.

"It's okay." You said, "I lied too. So we're even now."

You lied to him? Oh, bunny. Naughty bunny. William didn't like bad bunnies that lied to him. Not at all. It was against the rules. You should never lie to William. His job is to keep you safe, and he can't do that if you're bad.

But, then again...

You weren't very aware of the rules yet. Not yet. That's something he wanted to talk about with you today over your breakfast. And you did forgive him readily. The two of you were even, as you put it.

William will let you off the hook this once. He had been doing that a lot these last 24 hours, but it's alright. You would learn in time. William could be a bit more laid-back for now.

For now.

"And what did you lie about, hm?" He asked, genuinely curious. He couldn't even think of when you possibly could've lied.

"When you called me," you explained, "and I said I had class in the morning. I lied about that. I don't have any classes today. I just didn't want to go out that late. You totally fell for it though. I mean, who has classes on Sundays?"

You were right. William maybe should've picked up on that. He was just too excited.

Oh well.

"That's...all?"

You breathed out a giggle, "Yeah, sorry. I just felt kinda guilty. But, I'd say we're even now. And I definitely don't regret coming over."

William let himself smile again at this, leaning in and giving a kiss to your temple, "It's alright, bunny. I forgive you."

When William settled back down in his spot, he made it a point to scoot a little closer to you, placing one of his hands on your bare knee and rubbing soft circles into your skin. He didn't like having to be so serious with you. He wanted you to have fun with him. But, William needed to be serious, so that you could have fun. So that you and him could stay together forever.

You needed to know your rules.

And, more importantly, he needed to gauge when it would be best to see you, and maximize the amount of times he could. You were a college student, so he knew you'd be busy. He was a busy man too. But he wanted as much time with you as possible. Having you near him made him feel loved. And safe. And warm. And comfortable. And...

Normal.

You loved him just as he was. When no one else did.

His sweet bunny.

His.

"Now, love," He begun, sounding sweet yet firm at the same time as he stared deep into your eyes, "I want you to know beforehand that I'm only doing all these things because it's my job to keep you safe. And happy, yeah? That I'm only trying to keep us safe."

You nodded in agreement.

William flashed you a smile, "Good bunny. Now, just for now, I think that it's best that we keep our... relationship just between you and me, yeah?"

You raised your eyebrows a little as you set your toast down, wiping your hands, "Our... relationship?"

William was a little confused.

"Yes, love." He said, "Is that not what people call it these days?"

You shook your head, "No, no! It's just... I was preparing for you to say just, like... That last night was great but we can't see each other anymore."

What? You expected him to just give you a one night stand? William felt his heart break a little at your words, his brow bending downwards as he cupped your face in his palm.

Did he not do a good job of showing you how much he loved you? Did you not feel loved? Bunny, you need to tell him these things. William wants you to feel good with him. Both emotionally and physically. He wants to show you just how much he loves you, and damn him if he can't get the message across. William loves you so, so much.

"No, love, no." He reassured you, "I meant what I said earlier. That I want you to be mine, forever. You remember, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement, a tiny smile reappearing on your sweet face.

"I mean it, bunny. You're the only one for me." His thumb traveled down to your lips, pressing against the soft skin, "My precious darling..."

Your smile grew as you pressed a kiss to William's hand, nuzzling your cheek further into his touch.

"But, we have to be a secret?" you asked, your doe eyes looking into his.

"Unfortunately, love, we do." His thumb went back to rubbing gently against your cheek, "Just for a little while. Believe me, I want to show you off to everyone. It's just, for now, it's... complicated."

"Wait... you're not married, ri-"

William chuckled, "No, no! Definitely not. I've long since been divorced, love."

"Then why do we have to be a secret?"

William smiled at your question. You were just so adorable. You wanted him to show you off, didn't you? Precious bunny. Of course William wanted to let everyone know you were his. Because you were. His. He didn't want anyone in this fucking idiotic town taking you away from him, no.

It's like he said. It's complicated.

"Because, love," he explained, "It just might be a little... jarring to some people. Especially to a certain someone we know."

Fucking Michael. William knew that if Michael found out about you and him, hell would be raised in the house. William didn't want to deal with the headache of it all. The little brat might run off and spread some nasty rumors too. Or, even worse, feed you all sorts of lies. About how William was no good for you. About how he was just a mean man that wanted to have you just for some good arm-candy. That William didn't love you.

That's the one. That's the one that made William's blood boil, at even just the mere thought of it. William did love you. He loved you more than anything or anyone in the entire world. And you loved him back. Who was Michael to take you away from him?

No one. Absolutely no one.

William knew you wouldn't want to be a secret forever, though. As easy as it would be. It was fine though. William didn't really want to keep you a secret either. He was genuine when he said he wanted to show you off. He wanted to kiss you and hold your hand in public and not apologize for it. Hug you. Let you walk around with his marks on your neck. Smell like his fancy cologne. And even, perhaps...

Oh. Oh, that was a good one.

Perhaps even he'd put a ring on your finger.

Oh, god. His little bunny. With the ring he got them on their finger. In a little wedding outfit. Having it written on paper. The honeymoon...

Yes. That was a good one.

He'd have to keep that in mind for later.

"But," you said, "Michael is still my friend. I can't just not see him around classes and stuff. He's still gonna wanna have me over and all that. Wouldn't it be... awkward?"

"It doesn't have to be," William reassured you, taking one of your hands into his and kissing your knuckles, "We'll just have to pretend for those bits, won't we? Perhaps if we get a moment alone, too..."

You giggled at his insinuation, a faint tint on your cheeks.

"Do you think you can keep our little secret safe, bunny?" He asked.

"Yeah," you nodded, "I can. I can keep a secret."

"Good. I promise to keep up my end of the bargain, too."

"So... when will we get to see each other then? I still have classes during the week, so, like, the weekends?"

William kissed the back of your hand again, giving it a squeeze, "That'll be the best time for both of us, yes. I know you're busy with your studies, and I'm busy as well. However..."

William let go of your hand briefly to reach behind him into the drawer of his nightstand. He felt around for a few moments before he found what he was searching for, pulling it out and shutting the drawer.

"I'm usually in my office while I'm working. Here." He explained, pressing the object into your hand, "This is the spare key. If you go in through the front, just take a right and keep going until you reach the end of that hallway. Mine is the last door on your left. You're free to come in whenever you want, bunny. Just make sure no one sees you, yeah? And if I'm not there just wait a little, and I will be."

Mr. Afton watched as you turned the key over in your hands, the silver reflecting onto your adorable face.

"You work at that diner that all the kids like, right?" You asked, "The one on Main with all the robots?"

William chuckled, "Yes, love. That's the one."

"Cool. I've never been there before."

Trust him, bunny. He knew.

"Well now you have a reason, yeah?"

"Definitely."

William smiled at you again, leaning in and giving you a kiss on your cheek as he took your hand into his again.

"There's just a few more things, love." He said.

"What is it?"

William wasn't too sure how you would react to this last part. Your real rules. But, he also knew that you hadn't had a relationship before. Perhaps you would just think that they're a normal part of a relationship. It's not like what he was going to ask of you was hard or anything. It was just a few things to make sure you were safe. Something to keep your mind occupied with him. He didn't want you wandering off already, no. Not that you would. You loved him. When it came to you, however, William was more paranoid than normal. He didn't even want a chance for you to slip away from him.

It'd be okay. Surely. You loved him. You wouldn't mind a few rules, wouldn't you bunny? They're just so William can keep you safe. Isn't that what you want?

Of course you would. He just had to word this properly so it didn't' scare you.

"I would... appreciate it," He begun, rubbing soothing circles onto your knuckles, "If you would phone me at least once during the week. And tell me if anyone has been pestering you. And be honest with me. Always. No matter what, yeah?"

William reached out and smoothed your hair behind your ear, dipping his hand down to cradle your cheek again in his palm.

"Can you do that, love?" He asked, "Be a good bunny for me?"

He could feel your cheeks heat up again as you nodded.

"Yes, I can..."

Mr. Afton smiled, "Thank you, dear."

What a good little thing you are. So eager to please him already.

"But," you peeped out, "What if Michael answers instead?"

You made a fair point. William's son was rude. And often made William's life all the more harder. Hell, it was because of him that the brit couldn't show you off around time. Hide you away. That goddamned brat. Michael was lucky that he was the reason William knew about you. Otherwise, William would've never seen anything good about that boy.

Embicile.

William let out a hum, "Don't worry about that, love. I'll take care of it. Just talk to him like you normally would, I'll be there eventually. I promise."

"If you say so."

William felt his smile grow at your words. You were just too perfect. William wondered why he didn't enact his little plan sooner. The way he felt now versus before was starkly different. This must be what real, genuine love and happiness felt like. The older man would sometimes feel jealous of those who got to experience it, thinking he never would. But, here he was, and here you were.

You made him so happy, bunny. His sweet, precious angel.

"Is there anything else you want to add, bunny?" He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable too.

You shook your head, "No. Just, thank you for breakfast. It was yummy."

William took that as a sign that you were done and took away your tray, setting it on the nightstand, "It's no trouble at all, love. Now, come here. Let me hold you a bit."

The brit saw how you smiled as you scooted over in the bed closer to him, so pretty just for him. William leaned back against his headboard as you drew closer, wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you into his lap so that you were facing him. He took your sudden proximity as an opportunity to capture your soft, precious lips into another kiss, feeling how your hands rested on his strong shoulders. William's hands couldn't help but start to wander when he felt your heat close to him. Down your hips and waist. Down to your cute little butt, and those delicious, soft thighs.

You were still a little sloppy and timid with your kisses, but William didn't care. He was honored to be your first kiss. First time. First boyfriend. Everything. It's not like you'd ever want a different man, anyway. You were his. And only he could treat you the way you were meant to be treated. Can't you see it, little one? He already knows nearly everything about you. He did plenty of homework beforehand. Studied you. Researched you. Watched you. Planned everything just so you'd fall into his arms. He loved you. He loved you more than anything. He couldn't even put into words just how much he cherished you. And just how many times he's imagined this very moment before.

So, its okay that you're not the best kisser. Totally fine. You'll learn in time. There's plenty more kisses where this came from.

He made sure of that.

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To Michael, the weekends always flew by with such speed that he barely even realized that they were there.

The brief reprieve he got from them was never nearly enough. Not even on the odd occasion that he had three-day weekends. Nothing would ever be good enough, so long as he knew as he had to go back to his damn dad's house.

Fucking hell. Michael hated his dad. He hated his dad more than anything he ever hated or will ever hate. He knew his father hated him too. He knew that when his sperm-donator looked at him, there was no love there. Michael wasn't sure if the old bastard was capable of love. There had been nothing there for all the years Michael had been alive. Nothing for him, nothing for Elizabeth, nothing for Evan, and certainly nothing for his mom. His mom was lucky, though. She was able to get out. Get a divorce and move two towns over.

But, Michael wasn't so lucky. The court had decided that his father should've gotten custody of him for whatever reason. Bull-fucking-shit. The only reason William wanted him was to keep his torture going. Michaels father knew the young man was miserable there, but didn't care.

Sick fucking bastard. No wonder mom left.

Michael had considered moving out when he was 18, but the idea was shot down nearly as quickly as he had thought it. He needed to go to college. And, his dad's place was the only thing close enough to a college. Michael couldn't afford an apartment either, not with the pitiful salary his dad gave him at the diner. So, Michael's hands were tied. He had to live with his old man.

Sick fucking bastard.

It was harder and harder each time to say goodbye to his mom and brother and sister. But Michael knew he had to, but always promised to come back next weekend. A promise he kept ever since he got his license. This time, however, seemed even harder.

The fights Michael and his father had that last week were horrible. Nearly full-on yelling matches with one another. His dad had refused to admit that he stole Michael's car keys. Mike fucking knew he did too, as much as the old geezer tried to deny it. Bastard went as far as to unplug the fucking phone from the wall too. Michael was basically on house-arrest for no goddamned reason. Michael was forced to clean the entire house too, until everything was nearly spotless.

"You're not going anywhere until this house is fit for the bloody queen, young man." His father had said.

Was this just some sick game his dad was trying to play? A new method of how he can make his son's life all the more shitty? Maybe. Knowing how he was.

But, still. Mike tried to remain optimistic. Both he and his old man had a few days to try and cool down. Have some stress-relief. Maybe Michael could just come home and they could pretend like the last week never happened. Which, he had learned, was the closest thing to an apology he would ever get from William.

Hopefully he could come home and it'd be alright.

Hopefully.

Michael had gotten out of his mom's house a little later than he wanted. By the time he had gotten home, the sun had already begun to creep down the horizon, and the cool night air had begun its trek across the whole neighborhood. Pulling up to the familiar driveway of the house, Michael was quick to notice two things at once. The first being the most obvious was the pit of dread growing in the bottom of his stomach. It was okay though, he always felt that way when he returned home from a weekend at his mom's. The other thing, however, was the fact that the lights were on outside.

How long had it been now? That Michael asked his father to leave the light on for him? It must've been years. It was a simple thing to ask for, probably the only think Michael ever asked for from his father. But, of course, William had never delivered. Ever. It was one more way William made sure Michael's life was a living hell. Show him that he will never get what he asks for, or any sort of nice things.

But yet, they were on.

Strange.

Taking a brief moment to collect his thoughts in the sanctuary of his car, Michael took a deep breath in and out of his nose, running his fingers through his combed, feathered hair. Once he was ready, he pushed open his car door and stepped out, locking it behind him. The young man then shifted his keys around in his hand as he approached the front door, eventually finding the lock and opening it.

"I'm home!" Michael called out into the empty foyer as he shut the door behind him. He looked around for a moment for any sign of his father, but saw none. Pausing for a moment, he listened for any sign of him tinkering in the basement workshop.

Nothing.

What the fuck? Where the hell was he?

Whatever. Old man was probably just at Mr. Henry's house or something. Maybe the diner. What did Michael even care, anyway? He could use this opportunity to slip into his room without a fight.

In the quietness of the house, Michael could hear how his footsteps echoed off of the wooden floors and onto the walls. It was eerie, in a way. But why? Whenever he came home from a weekend away, the house was always like this. Hell, it was like this nearly constantly, unless he or his father was using the phone, Mr. Henry was over, or there was a fight. But, that night it was just... different.

Mike didn't know what it was. Did he even want to know? He wasn't sure.

But it had to do with William. He knew that much.

Michael was smart.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Michael groaned at the sight before him on instinct. Of course he couldn't just go to his room without there being some sort of trouble. He had thought he smelled smoke in the doorway. There, at the head of the table, was the man of the hour. His dad. That stuck-up narcissistic piece of shit. The old man was surrounded by all sorts of papers, an ashtray pluming smoke with...

Was that a cigar? A fucking cigar? Michael's father only smoked those around the holidays.

What was the occasion?

Michael watched as his dad realized that his son was home, and how the slight smirk on his dumb face grew as he looked at the young man.

Hell no. Hell fucking no. Something was up.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that, Michael." His father said, setting his pen down and tamping out some ash from the cigar, "You'll give your old man a heart attack."

Michael rolled his eyes, "I said I was home. Or are you going deaf now, too?"

William chuckled as he took a puff of his cigar, which made Michael's skin crawl. The fuck was his deal?

"I'm not that old, son."

"You look like it." Michael mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes.

William placed the cigar down as he took a bundle of papers into his hand, leaning back in his chair as he read them, "How was your trip?"

Okay. No. Something was definitely up now. William never ever cared about that kind of shit before. And where was all the sarcasm? And the griping? And the whining and throwing a fit? The old man was in too good of a mood tonight. He was never in a good mood when Michael came home. He hated Mike, and Mike knew that. Mike hated him too, and wasn't shy about showing it. And neither was his old man, in the past at least.

Something had to have happened. This didn't just come out of nowhere.

That bastard did something. Michael knew it.

But what?

"Since when do you care?" Mike asked, crossing his arms.

"Is it a crime to worry for your children now, hm?" William asked, a hint of sarcasm in his accented voice.

Michael rolled his eyes again, "Cut the shit, old man, I-"

"How are Elizabeth and Evan?"

"I... They're fine. Evan still carries that bear you gave him. And Liz asks about you all the time. She misses you. They both do. They wanna visit."

William's face looked indifferent about the matter, "They're always welcome. Just bring them next time you come back for the weekend."

"Yeah, bullshit they're always welcome."

William looked up from his papers and raised an eyebrow, "Someone's hostile tonight, hm? Traffic bad on the way home?"

That condescending prick. Michael was already getting heated, the redness of his freckled cheeks hard to ignore. He re-crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"I know you did something." Michael admitted matter-of-factly. From across the room, he could see his father's smirk growing ever-so slightly as he set his papers down, dipping forward to rest his arms against the dining table. The old man laced his fingers together as he looked at his eldest son.

"Do you now?" William asked, making Michael clench his jaw.

"Yes."

"And what exactly might that be? That I'm supposedly guilty of?"

Michael swallowed the lump in his throat as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. Shit. He didn't think that it'd get this far without it just turning into a screaming match. Michael didn't have any proof William did anything. Not anything that solid, at least. But it'd have to do. It was enough to convince him that his father did something, and having known that damn bastard all his life, that was enough. William probably knew that too. Knew that it was just enough to rub in Michael's face, but not enough to accuse him of anything without sounding like an asshole.

Sick fucking bastard.

"I... I don't know." Mike admitted, "But I know you did something. You never act like this when I get home."

William tsked, "Getting mad at me over nothing? Come now, Mike. You're better than that, surely. You know, you sound more and more like your mother every time you go over there. Old bat's still rubbing off on you, I see. Pity."

Michael felt his jaw clench again as he pushed himself off the wall, taking a few steps closer to the table and pointing his finger at the old man.

"Do not bring mum into this!" Michael exclaimed through clenched teeth. "You did something and I just know it! Cut the shit already!"

"I'm still waiting to hear what something is, Michael." William said, not moving an inch, "Whatever it is you can tell me. You know I'll apologize for it."

That fucking liar. Michael's dad never apologized for shit in his entire life. And he fucking knew that too. Michael's vision was starting to go red.

"You never ask how Liz or Evan are! And you left the fucking light on after I asked you for years to leave it on and you never did!" Michael was raising his voice a bit more than he wanted, "You're just... different! And I know that damn look! You did some shit, I know it!"

William sighed and leaned back again in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Michael, I'm not in the mood to do this with you right now."

"Bullshit! You want this to happen!"

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because that's what you fucking do!"

"Do what?"

"You fucking start shit because-"

"I didn't start anything, Michael. You're the one that's angry here."

Michael had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from yelling, running his hands through his hair as he let out a laugh of disbelief.

"I can't fucking believe this..." He said.

"I can't either, Michael." William responded as he stood up from his chair, gathering his papers and tamping out his cigar, "And to think I deserve all this, after just trying to be nice to you..."

"But you're not! You're just-"

William held up a hand as he looked down at his son with a disappointed expression, cutting him off, "Save it, Mike. It's late, you should just go to bed, yeah? You're just tired from the drive. I'll be in the basement."

Michael watched in disbelief as his father made his way across the kitchen without another word, opening the door to the cellar and closing it behind him. How fucking dare that old piece of shit walk out on him like that. Goddamn it, he knew what he was fucking doing. He knew. He always fucking knew. He was just trying to fuck with Michael again. Play another one of his stupid fucking games and make Mike's life a living nightmare.

But Michael wouldn't give up so easily. No, he wouldn't he couldn't.

He had to know what his father did. He had to.

He needed proof.

And the proof was here. Somewhere.

After listening for a moment longer, when Mike was sure that his father was down situated in his workshop, the young man got to work.

If he was going to find some sort of proof, it had to be somewhere where William didn't think that Michael would look. Or, it was somewhere where William knew Michael would think would be too obvious of a place to look. But it could be both at once. Michael knew that was probably the case. William was smart, he had to admit, and knew how to hide things well. But Michael was smarter. And had the advantage of putting up with the old brit's bullshit for his entire life. He knew how William operated. Or, at least, could make a good guess of it. In the past, he had to find other things using the same logic.

The best place to start would be narrowing down possibilities.

His father's room would be too obvious. It definitely wouldn't be there. Bedrooms are the first place people stashed important items to them. So that they were near, and felt safe knowing that whatever they were trying to hide was in a safe space. William's bedroom was always neat and tidy too. Everything had a very specific place, and William almost never added or removed from his inventory of things. It would be too easy of a place.

Definitely not there.

The workshop was too obvious as well. It was like William's second room in a way. The old bastard often slept in there when he was working on a new project. It was just as tidy, too, save for the workbench. Proof wouldn't be down there either. Besides, Mike didn't like going there too much. It was creepy.

Not there either.

Could it be Michael's room? No, certainly not. That was too much of a risk that Mike would just find it on accident. Maybe in Liz's room or Evan's? No, for the same reasons. In the kitchen? Maybe. There were a lot of drawers and cupboards to stash things in, especially in the ones that were only used once or twice a year during the holidays. The living room was a possibility too. There were lots of nooks and crannies to store things in. Hell, knowing his father, if he really wanted to hide something, he could even go so crazy as to rip apart floorboards or tiles and hide things underneath them. William always took pride in his house and the fact that he owned it, and could do whatever he wanted to the things that he owned. Controlling piece of shit.

But, even still, all these possibilities didn't seem right. They didn't feel right to Michael. He had to think. What was the most on-brand thing that William could do to hide something. Think, Mike, think.

The bathroom? No. The diner? No, too far out of the way. Mr. Henry's place? No, too far still. Outside? No...

Suddenly, it hit him. Michael felt his lips part at the revelation.

What is the most visited room in the house that you don't think twice about going in to? Or what's in there? A place where you can easiest hide things in plain sight, because no one ever pays attention.

Bingo.

The laundry room.

Michael quickly made his way over to the room, flicking on the light switch as he entered. At first glance, nothing seemed to be out of place from when he last went in there. As expected, however. This was only a ruse to throw him off, Michael knew.

The first thing he did was tear open the cabinets above the washer and dryer, digging through all the contents to find something, anything. Nothing. He even went as far as to push on the backside of the wood, feeling for any pieces that broke off into secret tunnels. Nothing.

Bullshit. It had to be here.

Michael next checked the two hampers that stood next to the machines, digging all the way down and shifting through all the clothes inside of them.

Nothing.

Bullshit.

Michael knew that he was close. He could feel it, taste it on the tip of his tongue. It was here. He knew it was. Whatever his father was trying to hide from him, it was here.

Think, Michael, think.

Hidden in plain sight... in plain sight...

In sight.

Inside.

Bingo.

Michael spun around and knelt down in front of the washer and dryer, opening the washer first. Inside, a wet, dark pile of his father's clothes greeted him, and Michael sneered. Although the clothes inside were damp, it didn't stop him from pulling each and every last article of clothing, inspecting each and every one of them, and even pulling out all the pockets of the trousers and coat. Eventually, the young man reached the last article of clothing and threw it to the floor.

Nothing. It had to be the dryer.

Shifting his weight to his other knee, Michael opened up the dryer door. Inside, another dark pile of his father's clothes greeted him, although this batch wasn't wet like the other one. Still, Michael took his time pulling out every single article of clothing and checked it thoroughly, discarding it to the ground if it was of no use.

Quickly, Mike was able to reach halfway into the pile of clothes. Reaching in to grab another pair of dress-pants, Michael noticed a contrast of fabric within the pile. His grey eyes gravitated towards it immediately.

His father didn't wear things like that. He was an old-fashioned, dress-to-impress person.

That wasn't his father's.

Reaching in, Michael grabbed the article of clothing. It was soft and plush, but still felt like it had a lot of history to it. It felt used, and loved and cared for. It felt like it missed whoever owned it.

Michael pulled out the garment and turned it over in his hands. It took him a moment to process what it was exactly he was looking at, but when he realized, he felt his blood run cold.

It was a jacket.

He knew this jacket.

He went to classes with this jacket. He skipped classes with this jacket. He went to lunch with this jacket. He drove in the neighborhood with this jacket. He joked around with this jacket. He did homework with it. He called it on the phone. He gossiped with it. Hugged it. Squeezed it. Cared for it.

This was a jacket he knew.

Your jacket.

~~~

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[fhrlclln]

Okay so I have been reading the older eddie x reader fic and HOLY SHIT I NEVER BEEN SOO ADDICTED TO A SERIES THAT MUCH.

But I was wondering in like the future for the series maybe can you do one were eddie is like very insecure about himself and questioning why the reader is with him instead of someone her age and maybe she makes his feel all better about himself and like praising him and you know what I mean😏.....idk I just thought of it and why not ask but if not totally fine with that 🖤

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

BABES, SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY. but this is so cute, and eddie :( all that overthinking with his insecurities has me wanting to kiss him so much rn.

suggestive themes under the cut

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fucking heaven. eddie huffs out a smoke, sighing softly afterwards, the nicotine pleasant in his lungs. his room feels warm and good, a pleasant day with an extra pleasant pretty thing in his arm right now. his bed always felt extra soft when you stayed the night with him. the morning sun was shining brightly right now in his bedroom, the faint smell of sex and his smoke filling his nostrils. you’re snuggled against his bare chest, your own bare body warm against him making him feel a little sleepy how relaxing it is for you to be in his arms.

“so pretty.” he mumbled to himself, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to wake you up and destroy this intimate moment he’s so drawn in. you asleep beside him, looking so peaceful and serene. his beautiful sweets. god, how is he so lucky?

he smiles to himself remembering the first time you two had finally hooked up. the porch, the staring, the desperate kissing and fucking your room. all started from you staring at him. he could say he’s been pinning on you as well that day. mr. munson. he fucking loved it when you first uttered that shit to him. putting his cigar on the ashtray, he scratches his beard slightly as he nuzzled his face against your head, inhaling your scent. he held himself a groan how you started to smell like him, still addicting how he can finally say that you’re his. though…

“don’t deserve you.” he mumbled again, knowing you wouldn’t hear him. he questions sometime how you, a young pretty girl would be with a man like him. he’s fucking old, well, not that old. old enough that would puzzle everyone why you would be with him. he owns a mechanic shop, still lives in a trailer, makes a decent amount of bucks, just not the amount to take you on a fancy date that you deserve. you deserved someone better, younger even, a man in your age that has a road to being fucking successful than a silly mechanic like him. he’s got that grime on his hands, calloused and rough. he look’s too scary to be holding hands with you out in public, remembering the time your shocked mother was yelling at him for dating her little girl for such a ‘intimidating’ man like him. why are you with him?

his insecurities bit him hard when he doesn’t notice you stirring awake. you yawned, your body pleasantly sore from last night’s usual. your felt damp as you snuggled against his chest, littered with tattoos and faint scars. your hand rubbed his hot skin as you looked up to see him awake and lost in thought. expression tense and clipped, one that you exactly know after months of being officially together.

“eddie?” you softly called for him as eddie finally met your eyes. a moment of silence passed seeing him so puzzled for a moment yet he smiles now, leaning down to kiss you.

“goodmorning, baby.” he greets, voice deep and gruff. the scent of cigarettes lingering on his lips as you reciprocated with eagerness that you expected to continue with his body pressing against yours. yet he shortly pulls away, making you dazzled.

“something wrong, eds?” you quietly asked seeing him different.

“nothing, sweets.” he assures, kissing your forehead, the voices in his head bothering him for a time as he remembered what he thought of. it was stupid of him to feel this way. but he can’t help it.

“bullshit.” you called out groggily, adjusting yourself to sit up, the covers exposing your skin. your breasts hang freely out of the cold air as eddie took a good look at you, trying to distract himself. “tell me please?”

his eyes shot up to yours, sighing as his hand dart out to softly rub your exposed skin. “usual shit my brain likes to do. i don’t deserve you.” he starts, trailing ahead before you could protest, listening to him as he lets his inner thoughts out.

“oh, eddie.” you pouted, crawling towards him to place a kiss on his lips and his cheeks, sitting firmly on his lap. cupping his face in the palm of your hands as he looks away sheepishly.

“it’s nothing, baby—“

“you’re the only man for me.” you assured, holding your gaze to his shiny doe eyes. the wrinkles on his forehead contorted as you gently placed loving butterfly kisses all over his face, making his heart thump loudly how affectionate you are.

“don’t need someone younger than you, eds. you’re the one for me.” you whispered, kissing his jaw as his hands rubbed the sides of your waist up to your breasts. he breathes in your scent, cock stirring underneath as his bitterness slowly disappeared inside of his chest with your loving words.

“yeah?” he sighs hoarsely as you grind against him. still not that convinced.

“yes. you’re funny, hot, old, pretty— you’re perfect to me, eddie. that’s why i love you, because it’s you. just you.” your eyelashes fluttered, cheeks getting glowy in the morning sun as eddie held back a moan when you grind your hips down harder. the duvet covering your wet pussy from his cock. but everything went haywire when you told him that he’s perfect.

“even the nerdy shit? my job? my financial status? i’m that perfect—“

“yes.” you rolled your eyes at him for still questioning himself. “isn’t that not obvious already?” you smiled making him laugh heartedly. he hugged you, sighing as he kissed your neck. he really doesn’t deserve you. he thinks, yet you’re convinced he does and that was enough for him to accept it. he fucking loves you for all it’s worth. you moaned as he suckled your soft flesh, his hands went down to your ass as your arms wrapped around him, holding onto his neck as his biceps flexed gripping your buttocks.

“i love you.” you whispered to his ear, cementing it all as he chuckled, warm breath against each of your skins, body heat mixing as pulled the blanket off him as he smirked hearing you gasp when your wet cunt sat on his hard cock. desire in his eyes, a happiness in his chest to know that you want him— him. he leans back, watching you sit up to place your hands on his wide chest, a feral look in his eyes as he cocks his chin at you, looking so smug yet amused making you the one who’s heart is thumping loudly this time.

“show me how much you love me, sweetheart.”

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WHEN IS IT MY TURN?? 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[goosewriting]

Stripes (rottmnt Leo x reader)

request: reader is really insecure about something about themselves (for this, would it be ok for the stretch marks on their inner legs and lower torso area) and Leo finds this out so he does something that makes reader feel better like- idk kisses and words?

summary: reader is insecure about their stretch marks and Leo comforts them with smooches. 

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader

warnings: just fluff qwq

word count: ~850 

A/N: this is a request from AO3 from a while back. (reqs are closed rn!) this one has been turning in my brain like a rotisserie chicken ever since. hope it’s to your liking :D 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Leo came over for movie night like always. It’s become a little tradition to start the weekend together. He’s already got all the snacks ready and is waiting for you to join him in your living room. You said you’d change into something more comfortable a while ago, but never came back. 

Tapping his fingers one last time on the armrest, Leo decides to go check on you. He makes his way to your bedroom but stops at the open door, leaning on the frame. You’re standing in front of your full-body mirror, looking up and down at yourself. That’s when Leo notices the grimace you’re sporting; he doesn’t like the way you’re looking at yourself at all.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I recently got these new shorts…” you start, rotating your body so you can see your backside in the reflected image. 

Leo is about to comment that they look really good on you, maybe joke that you’d look even better without them. But given your furrowed brows he bites his tongue.

“They’re comfy but…” you sigh, and your figure slumps slightly forward. “I don’t think I like them after all.”

“Why’s that?” Leo asks genuinely.

After a moment of hesitation, weighing in your head whether you should tell him the truth or not, you decide that there’s no point in trying to hide this from him.

“You can see my stretch marks” you finally answer, tracing the lines over your thigh.

At that, Leo pushes himself off the doorframe and approaches you slowly. He stands next to you and one hand reaches to hold your own, while the other rises to gently stroke your cheek with his knuckles. He takes a moment to find the right words, then turns to face the mirror and looks at you through it.

“To be honest, I don’t understand why they are a bad thing” he admits, and you know there’s no malice or undermining behind his words. “I think it’s cool that you have stripes like me.”

You let go of his hand with a light scoff and hug yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. 

“It’s different” you say. “Yours are actual stripes. They even glow when you activate your ninpo; that is cool. Mine are just scars, and scars aren’t pretty.”

You avert your eyes from the mirror, unable to look at the turtle or yourself anymore, feeling the tears starting to sting behind your eyes.

“Go ahead to the living room” you say and turn towards your wardrobe. “I’ll change into some sweats and be right there.”

You never make it to your second choice of pants though, because you’re being gently pulled back. Leo guides you to sit on the bed, and you comply, averting your eyes to the ground. He kneels down in front of you and softly grabs your chin to have you face him.

“Scars aren’t a bad thing” he says, a soft lop-sided smile adorning his features, trying to comfort you. “They mean you overcame something, that you were strong. And your stripes show how amazing your body is at adapting and protecting you.”

His hands roam up your legs lovingly, starting to trace out the visible patterns of stripes peeking out from under your shorts.

“You always say how much you like my stripes” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh that makes your breath hitch. “I see yours the same way.”

The next couple of minutes are spent in silence, the only thing you can hear is the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears as Leo’s lips ghost over your stretch marks, placing soft kisses along your thighs, climbing further up. You lean back onto your elbows as his hands lift your shirt, revealing your midriff and the marks that reach almost to your belly button. Leo’s kisses and caresses continue here as well, until he kisses up a trail over your stomach, chest, to your neck, and finally, your lips. 

By now, all your senses are focused on him and him alone. You understand the message he’s trying to get across, and for now at least, you believe it. You let yourself fall onto your back completely and your hands join behind Leo’s neck, kissing him deeply, thanking him for his comfort. 

The kisses turn into a lazy make-out, and when you finally feel like you’re able to talk again without bursting into tears at his softness and the intimate gesture, you gently push the turtle off of you. 

“There’s a movie still waiting for us” you say, slightly out of breath. 

“Right” he responds after clearing his throat and gets off the bed. You follow suit and give him one last peck on the cheek, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for that, by the way” you mumble into his plastron. “I needed that.”

“Anytime” he answers, hugging you back just as tightly, but then he lets go suddenly.

“Race you to the couch!” he calls over his shoulders as he's already left the room.

“Cheater!” you accuse him, making your way to the living room with a laugh, insecurities long forgotten.

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🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @hearteyedracoon, @koalaray, @maribatshipper, @whygz, @xnorthstar3x

[smutinlove]

You were my light (Part 4)

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: Tiny angst, suggestive, nothing bad really.

☽ Author's note☾ That fun turned into me writing part 4 cause it's fun. anyway it IS VERY rushed. I'M SORRY. I was gonna make this like 20 parts long but school is starting soon. EEE gritting my teeth rn. wtf. show some love by liking. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die ❞

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Two weeks. You have been staying in Alexandria for the past two weeks. Carol, the sweetest person you had ever met, got you an apartment in Alexandria. But there was still some part of you that wanted to leave. Go back to the woods. The woods were a bit like home to you.

But now Alexandria is your home. For now, at least. You would stay here, despite the dirty and angry looks the Alexandrians gave you. Even if Carl ignored you, you would stay here. For Carol.

Carl Grimes was a confusing fellow, wasn't he? Yep. That motherless man was strange and did not trust people easily.

Rick had been pushing Carl to talk to you. And Carol had been pushing you to go up to Carl and kiss his pretty little face. And maybe have sex with him. Maybe.

"Carol, what the hell?! I will not be doing that. Never!" You promised the gray-haired woman. "Please, I've seen it. You two have been staring at each other like it's the first time you've seen the opposite sex."

Carol laughed. She placed a plate of food in front of you. Carol, I just ate—"

"—Yeah, three hours ago. Eat," she ordered. "But—"

"No. Now, eat, Y/N." Carol was sweet like that. She cared about you. Carol reminded you of your mother, Lucille. She was caring, brave, smart, and could be strict, but you were always happy with your mom. And now she was dead. Gone. Erased from the world.

Y/N Smith, girlfriend of Carl Grimes—it does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

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You saw Carl with Judith, his younger sister. She was a cute kid. "Carl!" You called out.

"Judy, go back inside," he whispered to his younger sister, and she reluctantly obeyed.

After Judith left, he walked up to you. "What is it, Y/N?" He asked. Carl sounded bored. Were you really that horrible to him?

"You've been avoiding me. Why?" You asked.

Well, so much for not asking him that.

He scoffed and looked at you in disbelief. "You—" He laughed. Why was he laughing? Maybe YOU shouldn't have asked that. It was a bad idea. A really bad one. You muttered an apology before quickly walking away from him.

But to your surprise, you felt him grab your wrist. "Leaving so soon, doll?"

There he was, back to calling you "doll" and sweetheart.

Men.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me," you said.

"Well, you thought wrong, sweetheart. You were so wrong."

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Lips touching lips.

You could feel, those warm, soft lips. Carl's lips. Your lips. Lips moving against lips. Carl's hands were on your hips. Your hands are on his shoulders. Both of you were sitting on his bed. "Doll." Carl's voice was rough and breathy. "Hmm." You hummed.

He kissed you again. But then he abruptly pulled back: "You sure you wanna do this, Y/N?"

You nodded. He started to unbutton your shirt.

Your shirt came off. Then Carl's. "God, you're perfect, doll."

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You were lying next to Carl. Completely forgetting how he knocked you out, slapped you, and fed you dog food.

And then you remembered what you said.

"Carl, about what I said—" But he swiftly cut you off with a "Sweetheart, I just had my dick inside you. And you're still thinking about what you said?" He chuckled. "Doll, you don't need to apologize. I swear. It's fine. I was a jackass to you. And hey, I deserved that hit. I got a pretty cool scar out of it." He laughed.

You remembered when you hit him with a glass vase. It was a bad idea. But he said it himself; he got a cool scar out of it.

He was gorgeous.

...

Part 5?

☽ Another author's note☾ so what do we think guys?? Part 5 will come out tomorrow. I SWEAR WITH MY LEFT TOE AND PINKY THAT I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE THIS SLOW BURN. BUT SCHOOL GUYS. I GOTTA FOCUS ON BEING FAMOUS FOR BEING SMART. 🙄ANYWAY i love you all so much ❤️y/n, why do you have to lie so much? you promised my girly carol that YOU WOULD NOT FUCK CARL. dumb bitch. anyway carl is totally into us like

[tired-biscuit]

thank u for the clarification!!

(reader is 18+) (innocent reader)

Stepdad!Kiba who cries with you at your mother’s funeral, Holding you close to his warm chest as tears stream down your face and onto his shirt. (Cries, But just a way of making sure his image isn’t affected❤️)

Stepdad!Kiba who moves you guys out to the countryside, A cozy little cabin, Far from any other people, Nearest farmer’s market is 50 minutes away by foot, Your room is also conveniently without an A/C, Oh well, You have your daddy to keep you warm <3

Stepdad!Kiba who makes breakfast in nothing but a pair of boxers, Every muscle and scar just right there, Kisses your forehead roughly and pulls you uncomfortably close, Chest to chest.

Stepdad!Kiba who takes up drinking as a hobby, Holds you close and tells you stories from when he was younger, Whiskey on his breath having an effect that it shouldn’t have on you.. <3

~~NSFW~~

Stepdad!Kiba who makes you help unpack, Box after box until you find his box of.. fleshlights, All of them are extra large and look very, very worn, Chuckles at you when you shove them into his arms and ask what they are, “Y’know, I’d really prefer to give a live demonstration.”

Stepdad!Kiba who secretly starts throwing your clothes away, Acting clueless when all you have left is some lingerie you didn’t even know you had, Gives you some of his old t-shirts, Fucks his fist raw to the thought of you roaming around in his shirt and with easy access to your pussy. <3

Stepdad!Kiba who starts walking around naked, His greek god body and cock all out to see, Who’s excuse is that he’s the man of the house, All he needs is a woman. (soon to be you.)

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AHAHAHAHAHGSGSSGSGSGSG im sorry im no good with fully-fleged smut scenes :(

cw: stepcest // fem!reader, 18+ mdni

OH MY GODDDDD ANON, HE'S SO FUCKED UP I LOVE THE DIRECTION YOU PICKED; I COULD KISS U RN U DID PERFECT

if anything gets me going, it's age gap AND corruption with this mf. i just know he'd use you completely the moment he'd manipulate you into things you're not completely sure about, because he's one fuckin greedy bastard. but he's the authoritative figure, too, right? he knows what's best for you, surely he does?

you're thinking he's doing what's best for you, when all he can think about is ruining your young, inexperienced body and taking complete control over your equally as young, inexperienced life.

he doesn't let you bring any boys to the house; he says he's just keeping you from getting hurt because they all want one thing, and it's most definitely not theirs to have when he's around. so protective; your big, strong stepdaddy is even nice enough to watch over you through the night by making you share a bed with him and keeping you firmly wrapped in his tight embrace, no matter that all of your clothes are discarded on the floor because of how hot the summer nights can get.

if you behave, he even whispers into your ear; lips touching your earlobe and occasionally dipping to that sweetspot on your neck that makes you want to whine and squirm as he tells you all about his day he never brings you along to experience.

but no matter, what's important is that he just makes you feel so good. always pampers you and spoils you, runs his fingers through your hair and calls you sweet pet names you physically preen at. feeds off of the tension he brings between you. pushes the limits of moral reasoning.

especially when you decide to be a good girl for him and end up sinking to your knees and taking his fat cock down your throat when he comes home tired from work and needs something to cheer him up so, so bad.

but he's insatiable, so he decides that he's gonna make you his fully. some first time, sort of lousy bj isn't enough, no matter how cute you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. he needs to see you cry from how big he feels in your tiny, soft virgin cunt to be truly satisfied. to hear you squeal out his name, at which he demands that you call him daddy instead because he's just that. your daddy.

and you do, ofc. you do anything your daddy demands of you (he asks so nicely after all, even tho he's already manhandling you into position even before receiving an answer.)

if he's always there for you, the least you can do is be there for him <3

ALSO NOT HIM FUCKING HIS FIST AFTER SEEING US IN HIS CLOTHES, I WILL GO INSANE FROM HOW HOT HE IS BYE

[taegularities]

RIDDD 🎀🖇🩵

are you truly feeling better? ;-; a migraine is the last thing i'd wish upon anyone among list of terrible headaches, bcs i used to have cluster headaches— so i can only guess what's a whole migraine must be like ; please take care of yourself, and rest well :(

i don't know if it would be insensitive to drop the following long message here rn, but you obv have the liberty to ignore it till you feel better or as you wish. this is your domain, after all. love you.

"RUINED" : RAMBLE.

i had to drop the headcanons that's been eating up my mind bc the other day while i was taking my mock tests, my mind kept drifting off to the couple. lol. so here's a list of headcanons i had as a reader, from all the different bits of the story and the things you told us. hehe. these are mostly 'soft moments' as asked by you in that ask ( i wish i could drop the reference links, but i'm on my phone so it's hard to operate dually. however, i shall say which parts inspired what brainrot : they're from your works )

RUINED : BRAINROTS.

inspo : a!oc is the type of person who knows what she wants, her saying : two years of marriage and i still put up with the way you put the toilet paper the wrong way around. lol. her being very organized too bc she doesn't want work to pile up and focuses on her tasks in office. both of thm loving to sing

if she loves her things organized, i can see— during the beginning of their dating life, tae'd come over on a random weekend, only to find a!oc cleaning up, in her most natural state, and the mundane aspect of it would melt him. why? bcos he's the been there, done that sort of person, but not when it comes to these things. the domesticity, i mean. hehe.

also, the fact that she trusted him enough to show that side of her? :') the only reason she wouldn't stress about her look is bc she's adorably engrossed in her work and NEEDS IT DONE AND HE SAW HER IN OTHER STATES TOO 🫠

HELLO, RID. CAN YOU SEE HIM ENTERING HOME TO HER ONE DAY AND A!OC MOUTHING THE LYRICS OF A LOVE SONG TO TAE WHILE DOING MUNDANE THINGS WHILE THE MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BG?

AFTER THAT THEY COMPOSED THEIR OWN SONG OR SMTH IDK U TELL, RID!

inspo : a!oc being adorable-oc in general. her eyes having the purity even in the lewdest moments, her general love and admiration for him, original ruin you devil tango on the phone drabble 😮‍💨 a!oc loving to draw, tae in general loosing his composure around her lol

this one is loosely based on what my friend did once. so we were in a fb video call and she just randomly made a quick sketch of me on doodle. it was beautiful. 😔

since we are talking soft moments mostly, i can literally see him trying to sexually rizz her up on some video call— imagine him going like 'are you touching yourself?' or smth bc her hands are busy 🤣 but homegirl, who misses him sm and can be an adorable vixen, leads him on— only to send a quicksketch of him so beautifully done ( with artist-oc : a!oc touch 🥹 )....and can you imagine his reaction? always 'interpreting him anew' x 'you are an artist to me, okay?'

SORRY! I DON'T REMEMBER THE LINES VERBATIM!

inspo : basically, tae's protectiveness towards her, a!oc not liking to depend on people, her caring about his demons and wanting to fight his battles and these intially clashing, smex that melts you. tae : i cried, she crode. we s-crewed. ( no, rid. you never wrote that but its just a lil meme ref 😭 ) old tae and his demons.

this one is also from initial years. i think if she were to ever get injured in any way or had a scar—however minor, he'd still spend hours on those spot/s, kissing & hating himself for not being there when it happened. also, i think if she didn't tell him about such a thing/things bc it's not an issue to her, because he had sm going on according to her and didn't wanna pile on— he'd be upset. can see her making jokes about it since it's nothing to her, and him glaring at her with swimming red eyes ( just like the wedding drabble where he threatened her to never leave him ), and making similar threats to his favorite girl ( mid-lovemaking ) ☹️

you often write that before meeting her, tae's biggest flex in bed was composure. so i can literally see him shortcircuting (even during the roughest rounds), hearing her say the most loving things and her unadultered affection. the holds only bared by his urge to take care of her first like you always say.

also, i think when he first introduced her to his world of ruined tango, he was more concerned about her, than a!oc herself. can see him internally worrying, but she is the type to want it harder and more, anyway, to his constant surprise 😂 no, but seriously. suppose it's waxplay, and he knows what he's doing bc he's a pro, but it's still his a!oc 😭 no matter how much lust and control is swarming around them, his need to smear his affection on/inside her is REAL! ever love someone so much that even being balls deep in them isn't enough bc you wanna consume them whole??? and merge with their soul and being??? that's them, and it was novel for him. right?

and you said he kinda likes giving away control more now? why can i see a!oc, simply like a mini-him in some ways, just loving on every nook and crany of his being, when she first took over charge? 🥹 she must have had sm love to give him 🥹 i mean, in the past giving away control would be all about pleasure, but i think when he gave her that role for the first time, he wasn't expecting getting LOVED ON. CAN U HEAR HER WHISPERING PROMISES AND COMPLIMENTS IN THE PUREST WAYS? ( yk how she said, "well, it's true. i want it' about his 🐓 in such a harmless way? 🫠 ) whole lotsa crying, right? ....right?......RIGHT? 😭 bc it's never enough. not until they breathe. the other. in. AAAAA-

inspo : random ig reel, lol. this girl asked her bf, if her soul were to get switched with her bestfriend's, who would he pick. homeboy replied : i will take you to an exorcist 😂

imagine somebody asking her that question, but the other way around and in tae's presence— can see him tensing up bc hello, ry!jk wassup 🤩🚨 but a!oc will also pull up a "will take him to an exorcist" answer and set his demons free 🕊🕊🕊

inspo : papa!tae and mama-a!oc.

sometimes, i assume their first born is a son, then i settle for a daughter. or maybe an older brother to a lil sister. anyway, daughter is a mini a!oc. teenie tinie version of her 🤏🏻🥹 and he looks like such a girl dad at times, too.

to me—the babygirl has a!oc's eyes, his nose, and a pair of both of their lips combined, but also her father's fullness. why her mama's eyes?

BC DOUBLE HER, DOUBLE THE PEACE IN TAE'S LIFE.

imagine her wrapping that tiny chubby soft hand around his wedding ring instead of the pinky/thumb/index 🫠 he'd definitely be like : both of you women are gonna be the end of me :))))))))))))))))))))

little monet family. 🎐

it's so late at night. i resign 😮‍💨 please, recitfy me as you wish. also i forgot a lot of them, so pardon me 🫂 i couldn't articulate properly. had so much to write and tell but 🕸🕸🕸 love you, rid. thank you.

HI LOVE 🥺 i was feeling better last night and most of today haha but now the headache's coming back :')))) just why :'') it's a pretty horrible pain, but welp. and no worries babe, this isn't insensitive at all??? in fact, this is so fkn sweet?? 😭

yes, she def seems like someone who has her act together. as an office assistant, she's used to working neatly and diligently, so she'd be scolding tae for little things for sure hahaha :') ahhh the domesticity would shoot an arrow into his heart. he's never experienced such a love, you know? so to know somebody's here and his home… must affect him for sure :( they're both kind of an anchor to the other, and prove each other time and time again that they're able to show their true side. NAWH THEIR OWN LOVE SONG THO YES PLS.

the purity even in the filhiest moments is so fucking real. i don't remember if i actually mentioned that, but yes??? she's an angel, so there's some innocence in her eyes no matter what. NOT YOU USING MY QUOTES AGAINST ME IN A SKETCH SITUATION 😭 omg the confession.. you are an artist to me :') she would she would she would!!!

oh, he'd lose his shit if he saw an injury on her :( i remember my ex once crying and rushing to the hospital when i fell in the shower, and i had a lil scar on my chin (still do), and i think tae would feel similar? shedding tears and inspecting her wound and just everything :( he loves his baby and wants not a single scratch on her

omg ofc, he'd never be able to keep his chill with her hahaha no touch is ever enough. needs her melted with him <3

"i think when he gave her that role for the first time, he wasn't expecting getting LOVED ON" BABE YESS!!! 😭 maybe that's why he's so comfortable with her, too, even if he gives away control. he knows she knows what she's doing. also omg the exorcism one 😂 they're both witty so 100%.

hahaha honestly, i can't remember what i said about their firstborn or if i said anything at all, but yeah honestly both is possible!!! a boy whom he loves teaching life, or a girl who he adores with all his heart.. would definitely destroy him, along with oc hahaha that's a bit too much for his lil (big) heart :') little monet family 🥺

i hope you slept well!!! thank you so much for typing this all out??? i can't believe somebody's ready to do this for me or is invested enough in one of my stories to come up with such wholesome and long ass headcanons??? i love you fr 😭 i'm always here if you remember the others. thank you <3

[imagoddamnonionmason]

GOOSE!!!!! HI GOOSE!!!!! OMG EVERYONE I CANT BELIEVE MY EYES ITS GOOSE!!!! FUCK YEAH ITS GOOSE!!!

Hi girl it’s me again here to send in another round of my incoherent babbling-

Steph and Zach… where do I even begin? Got a couple things for them.

Imagine Steph, not liking many forms of attention, with Zach, used to showing his affection in unconventional ways.

For example, say Zach’s handling cold food or has been in the cold for a very long time. Now, He puts his freezing, cold hands on Steph’s lower back and asks her (like it’s a genuine question) if his hands are cold.

Something softer- Zach could spend hours just feeling Steph’s body. Not even in a sexual way (though he obviously has his favorite parts 💀💀💀)-The warmth and texture of her skin remind him that she’s real- that she’s alive- that she’s his woman and vice versa.

“The scars are just a reminder of what didn’t kill ya yet- and look at you. Lived long enough to meet my sorry ass. You’re one unlucky girl to have to put up with my BS 24/7.” JUST MAKE THEM KITH ALREADY-

That’s it for today lmk if you think of anything else-

LET ME BABBLE WITH YOU BECAUSE THESE TWO- UGH I'll address the cold hands thing first because that so funny 🤣

Now this particular scene I have in my head is pre-marriage, they're home and Zach had nipped out for something - maybe he'd gone to the store because the fridge was looking a bit sad and empty.

Steph has been stood at the window (where the hell do they live? Flats?) looking out at the sky and the snowfall, seeing it thicken on the road's surface. It's only a short walk to the store, Zach should be back soon. And eventually, when he does come back, Steph watches him traipse up the steps, fumble the fob at the entrance because his hands are freezing, as puffs of large clouds of breath crystallise in the air.

A few minutes pass and she hears the door to their shared space open, heavy footsteps hover in the hallway as there's the rustle of clothing and grocery bags. She'll slowly move from the window, move to the kitchen and wait for Zach. She has her back to the rest of the room, already opening up the fridge in preparation for putting groceries away. There's a thud of the bags being put on the kitchen counter, and before she can ask if he's alright, to go warm up, she feels large hands sneaking under the hem of her shirt.

The icy cold sensation has her yelping, jumping, but she's between her taller boyfriend and a fridge and there's nowhere to escape to.

His hands are now gliding over to her stomach, before he pulls her closer to his chilled body.

"Am I cold?"

"Ye-yes! Zach- fuc-" they both start laughing and Steph becomes a little heater for him. He eventually thaws out lol.

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As for the other little bit- GIRL U GOT ME ALL SHADES OF AAAAAAAAAAAA RN

Stephanie would definitely struggle with the scars for a little while, not because of how they look necessarily but because of what they represent. This deep sense of failure that she attributes to them is a heavy reminder, but to have him caress her skin, to worship her in that soft way, without judgement, without disappointment. DAMN.

The sensation of his calloused hands running over her skin would cause shivers to run up her spin, a tight feeling in her stomach to form, and a heat in her chest to rise up her neck and on to her features (because affection even if she's used to it by now from Zach will still have her a beet red mess lmao).

“The scars are just a reminder of what didn’t kill ya yet- and look at you. Lived long enough to meet my sorry ass. You’re one unlucky girl to have to put up with my BS 24/7.”

She'd be facing him immediately, hands gripping his shirt before giving him a little, soft glare, like how dare you say I'm unlucky. Before he can say something else stupid, she would place her lips to his, softly, tender, hesitant because her initiating a kiss ppbbppbppbppotjtnrb?????

But yeah, kissing him means he can't come out with any more silly comments about her being unlucky or something of the sort because they found each other, need each other, and are lucky the stars aligned to allow them to meet.

[dilucsfav]

OMG AUTHOR POSTING TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW?!?!?!?!?

sorry, this time it’s not a request, it’s just what i wanted to write 💔 ive been doing hcs so much that i haven’t done an actual story in a while yk??

very small diluc scenario cuz i couldn’t resist and i really need this rn <//3

Loveliest of All

warning(s): insecure reader, mention of scars & body dysmorphia, slight(?) nsfw

The warm smell of toasted marshmallows from the scented candle filled the manor, my slight heaviness in breath as Diluc’s warm lips trailed up my forearm— holding me so gently, as if I were fragile glassware and would break at any rough moves.

One hand lay accordingly on my wrist, keeping my arm in place, as his other hand held my hip down against the bed, his thumb rubbing smooth circles into my figure. Treating my body with such love and carefulness, his gaze trailing up to stare at my expression.

I was so hot from the warm room and Diluc’s hot body against mine. His lips found their way to my shoulder, then carefully, to my neck. I was his, his to love and to treat with sincerity and passion.

His fingertips traced the edges of my scars, my beauty marks and insecurities. The warmth and affection engulfed me as he kissed my marks— parts of my body that I wouldn’t allow anybody else to see. His head leaned down to my lower body, kissing every imperfection that I cried at the sight of.

It was odd enough that the most noble, bravest man of Monstadt was treating me like this. His gentle and soft lips giving my skin endless kisses, his eyes wandering up to look at me, almost as to reassure me how wonderful I truly looked.

Even though my mind ran with thoughts, picking at every little “bad” feature that showed on my body, my exposed skin that he was now praising and rising genuine interest in— he thought I was the loveliest person he’d ever lain eyes on.

His inviting and warm hand placed itself on my jawline, holding my chin and tapping on my bottom lip. He admired my features; from my nose, my eyes, cheeks, eyebrows.

I smiled to his touch, wondering how I got so lucky to have the Darknight Hero at my fingertips so easily. How could I make such a man bat his eyes at me so willingly? Make him drop to his knees, hold my ankle and strap my heel on as if I were his porcelain doll?

So many precious memories suddenly flooded my brain as the soft man kissed me tenderly, not leaving any of my skin untouched by his infatuation for me. My eyes started to fill with tears at his words.

“Are you still tense, angel…?” He took my face, studying me. “What more should I do to assure you that I love every part of you? Am I doing something that makes you uncomfortable?”

“No!” I quickly said, and I earned a frown at this response. His hurt eyes looked between mine, trying to fish answers. “I’m sorry, Luc. I’m just—”

I didn’t want to cry over nothing. But I couldn’t help the hot tears that melted down the sides of my eyes and became cold as they touched my hair. I turned my head against his touch, my brows creasing as I tried to control my breathing. His eyes immediately widened as his hands retracted away.

I grabbed his large hands, looking right at him and squeezing his palm; It was almost a desperate action. I filled the silence by taking his hand and placing it back on my cheek, making tears spur down my face even more.

His thumb ran under my eye, wiping away the tears that ruined the peacefulness my face had displayed previously. His delicate touch reminded me that he was there, he loved me and couldn’t understand why I thought so negatively of myself.

The body that had made his eyes glance twice, the fingers that wiped the blood from his wounds, the legs that wrapped around his hips in a hug, the lips that had only spoken love to him and gifted him with kisses— how could he look at me so unpleasantly when all my body’s ever shown him was love?

“I’m here,” Diluc whispered, almost as if he read my thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I wanted to thank him for loving me so much, I wanted to apologize and show my gratitude to him for treating me with such elegance and compassion— but all I could do was kiss him.

Kiss his jaw, his cheeks— even more desperately at his lips. I couldn’t help myself as my breathing picked up from the eager kisses, a sloppy excuse for an apology. I couldn’t stop kissing the man, the man who had lips that honored me.

In the moment, as mine and his fingers collided together as he pinned my arms back down— the world stopped. As his lips desperately went down my jaw once again, his fingers squeezing mine, his legs now holding my hips down— I craved his touch more than anything in this world.

“You’re beautiful,” he insisted, burying his lips against my collarbone and kissing down my chest, his devotion swallowing my tense body. To assure me that he loved me more than yesterday, to assure me that my tears were not overdramatic and exaggerating— he heard my cries, and he answered affectionately.

“You’re the loveliest in all of Monstadt.”

[can-of-pringles]

So I've been having some thoughts.. about Silas and Copia (surprise surprise /s) anyway they're an ace couple (Silas is sex repulsed while Copia is neutral or favorable) anyway I was thinking about all the non sexual intimate couple stuff that they do because they're very cuddly and touchy, sensual attraction off the charts, also I'm just yearning tonight

Here's a list

Cuddling in bed, keeping each other warm.

All their little touches, touching arms, shoulders, backs, faces, etc.

Bonus sometimes Copia likes feeling Silas' beard and is always surprised about how soft it is.

KISSES. All the kisses all the time. Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek, the lips, more personal kisses like on the neck and shoulder etc for more private time.

Holding hands.

Taking showers and bubblebaths together. Helping to wash each other's hair.

Rubbing each other's shoulders or achey joints.

Helping each other dress and undress.

Silas helping Copia with his makeup.

If they have dry skin during winter or cold weather, applying lotion to each other.

Copia applying lotion to Silas' top surgery scars.

Running their hands through each other's hair, lightly scratching each other's scalps.

Gently bumping their foreheads together.

If one of them gets injured, the other wrapping a bandage around the wound or putting a bandaid on it.

One laying their head in the other's lap.

Their legs getting wrapped up slightly while cuddling.

Hugssss.

Ok this one is based off a irl thing, but one of them very lightly running their fingertips slowly down the other's arms and legs, causing goosebumps and a shivery satisfying sensory feeling. (I promise it's good y'all)

Another based off personal experiences thing. But listen, they're both neurodivergent, sometimes they get tired of the hygiene stuff they have to do daily, so they do it for each other. I'm talking about gently brushing each other's teeth after a long day. It's like a massage tbh.

Y'all may think I'm weird but you just don't get it.

Copia helping Silas with his T stuff.

Helping to warm up each other's hands on a cold day.

That's all I can think of rn. I might add more.

[violettduchess]

I noticed licht doesn't have a kiss fic yet. Sorry, I know you're busy with the broken heartstrings series rn but I'm gonna trow it in anyways for when you might have time, before i forget about it [again]

hugs ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ and Love, V

A/N: Thank you for the request @viohasgoneintothewoods 💜 Licht has been requested several times before (hello Licht kiss anons!) but I wasn't sure how to fulfill it without it being a bit darker than some of the other kiss fics. But now that I have thrown myself into writing angst, this request fits right into Broken Heartstrings (and is a lot faster to write)! So here you go!

Word Count: 568

His name means “light.”

And when he holds you in his arms, you believe the warmth that fills your heart rivals any bright ray of summer sunshine. Peace and contentment flood you at the feel of his strong embrace, a fortress that would withstand anything if it meant protecting you. He is a bastion of love, a bulwark you can hold on to in the face of any turbulent storm.....but what do you do when those very arms are what is shaking? When the light you know he possesses begins to dim?  

His name means “light."

But the man you love is haunted by shadows. The past has a dark grip over him, long tendrils that snake their way silently through his mind, that wrap around his heart like black, thorny vines and squeeze. 

He is a paradox: delicate strength. Mighty fragility. 

In the bright light of desire, when he allows that passion to overrule any other emotion, he is as powerful as Helios. But instead of driving four fiery steeds across the sky, he is blazing a trail of kisses across your body. His lips are fire, stoking the heat in your veins, bringing a sunset-colored flush to your skin. As sure as the sun burns a beaming path across the sky, so does Licht set you aflame. His mouth is sure, his hands are steady. He is a torch in the darkness, lighting the way, leading you higher and higher towards the heavens. His name escapes your lips, the sound a comet of radiant light across the night sky. He kisses you and you are a supernova on the verge of bursting. You are Sirius, the brightest star in the heavens. You are filled with the light of his love and his adoration and his fervent need and you are unstoppable.

His name means "light."

But sometimes desire and love and want are not enough to spark that glow. Sometimes the darkness wins. Sometimes his mouth is unsure. His hands unsteady. Sometimes he does not think to reach for you at all because he is afraid that he is something foul, something that will not empower you but rather taint your goodness with something less than. He shrinks into the shadows, prefers to wrap his arms around himself, storm clouds pelting him with a cold rain that screams, “You are unworthy. You do not deserve this.” It is then your turn to reach out, through the stinging gray fog and find him. To pull him into the warm circle of your embrace, to run a hand over his soft, silver hair and press kiss after loving kiss against his chilled skin. You kiss understanding against his cheek, cold and damp with tears. You kiss acceptance against his pale forehead. You kiss empathy into the curve of his jaw. And you kiss his lips, feeling the way they tremble against yours, and give him all of your love, tender and patient. Over and over your lips touch his. Over and over you tell him wordlessly how deeply you love him. Over and over and over until the tremors that wrack his scarred body cease. Until his war-torn heart finds a steady rhythm once again. Until the haunted shadow fades from his luminous eyes. Until the well of tears has run dry. 

His name means “light.” 

And you will always find him in the darkness.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

[writermask-0807-backupblog]

KOCHO SHINOBU X READER {"LET'S PLAY A GAME OF PRETEND." or: "THE HOLE IN MY HEART WHERE YOU USED TO BE."}

A/N: I'm backkkk! Honestly I'm so happy rn, seeing the amount of likes the all might piece got me so quickly! I might just burst from excitement and happiness. So here I am, with a Shinobu fic!! Honestly I just can't stop simping for this tiny lady 😘. I hope you enjoy!! And please COMMENT!!! I would really like to know what yalls think. *Writermask out 🎭*

Warnings: angst with no happy ending, hanahaki, blood and gore (not that graphic tho), character death, unrequited love??? Also, I may have used this - too much 🙃

KOCHO Shinobu is a hollow of the person whom she used to be. 

She's all empty smiles and even emptier promises, blank, listless stares and hollow kisses, and the saccharine of poisonous words, twisted and barbed and ready to cut and hurt, just as easily as she can heal those raw wounds with a simple flick of her smile, a touch of her deft, nimble hands. She's as dangerous as she is beautiful, and her smile is twisted and angry, and worst of all, she's not yours. Not anymore. 

(And now you think, she was never yours in the first place. ) 

The overly sweet, and cheerful disposition she wears- a remnant of her sister's, leaves a sour taste on your tongue, makes your heart wrench painfully under your ribs, and you can't look at that forever-present smile, knowing it's false- a lie. The weight of this bitter revelation stifles you to the point where it's unbearable, because it's not the same. She's not the girl you once knew, and it hurts knowing that. 

The girl you knew was all flustered, averted gazes, reddening blushes and sweet words, (that you know were genuine). That girl used to intertwine your hands together shyly, big lilac hues coy, and the soft curve to her mouth was never constant as it is now- weathered by her short temper and disapproving frown, though every time she offered you that mild smile, you knew it was heartfelt and raw and tender with love and warmth. 

That girl was full, brimming with emotions- with a sort of life and energy you could never tire of, all sweet smiles and even sweeter kisses, not the blank, dead hollow she is now. Now, she's shattered dreams and broken promises and the very epitome of hurt. 

Though, you know, deep within your heart, that she must have loved you too- a long, long time ago, when both her sisters and you were by her side, at that one point in the whisper of time when all had been right with the world- when all had been right with her life. 

(Fleeting smiles, tender touches and soft peaches on a summer day. The press of a delicate, rosebud-like mouth against yours, and the flutter of wings.)

It seems like an eternity ago now- the memory of that precious time, and you cradle every second you've lost, hold them close to your heart, tuck them in the corners of your mind- every treasured moment, when her mind hadn't yet been clouded by the thirst for vengeance, and her love had been true, once upon a time. 

She'd been so- so happy back then, youthful and nervous but still kind, and your heart aches with the memory of it all- the old scars pulsing back to life and stinging with a rekindled vehemence, as if telling you, can you feel it? The pain, the rawness, the agony? Because this is reality, this is the world you've forgotten, the world that's forgotten you. This is not your home, the dreamlands you've wasted your days frolicking about. Do you understand? 

(And you remember, that slight twitch in the corners of her mouth, no matter how rare or minute or bashful, had always been genuine, real like the emotion- the warmth pooling in her eyes.)

But fate, as cruel as it is, snatches that innocence and snuffs it out like a candle to the darkness- destines all the good things to come to an end. 

You remember her eyes on the day it happened, and the memory's vivid and agonizing, burning at the forefront of your mind even now, years later. 

(You still breathe the air of death, smell the metallic, rancid stench of blood.) 

Those big, innocent lilac hues had been forced wide by panic, round with pure terror, pulsing with a rawness you'd never seen from her. You remember every second and every sensation you'd felt in that moment: the wild, unsteady thumping of your heart threatening to surge out of your ribcage, plummeting into the pit of your stomach, the sting of bile rising in your throat, the sudden dryness of your mouth, the erratic racing of your pulse. The panic and the fear bursting through your veins- God there's so much blood, so much blood. Why's there so much blood?!, the cold dread coiling around your spine as you'd taken a shaky step towards Shinobu trembling in the corner of that alley, your hands clenched into fists as they'd trembled against your sides. 

Look, Y/N, she'd croaked, tone rasping, and voice breaking with the edge of tears, fueled with a wild desperation as she'd shook her limp, motionless sister by the shoulders, look. She's not moving- Kanae's not moving, she's not breathing. She's not moving, tell her to breathe! 

And you remember the spillage of blood, a splatter of ardent color eye-catching, and vivid against the dull canvas of the ground, as the bright crimson had pooled into a small ocean. The rich substance coated each and every surface, painfully prominent against her paling skin, drenching her hands and clothes, harsh scarlet staining Kanae's lifeless corpse, and your own flesh as you'd dropped beside her, knees wobbling and buckling under the weight of your horror. 

The thick liquid stained your hands as you'd slowly reached out to the shuddering, petite frame of your lover, as she'd hunched over her sister's dead body, and you remember how your wavering voice had breathed desperate, shaky (lieslieslies-!) reassurances into her hair. Less hysterical than Shinobu, despite the panic squeezing at your chest and the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, you'd tried to pull her away from the blood and gore, pry her away from all that pain and hurt and death- but it all ended in vain, futile efforts, as she'd scrabbled to clutch at Kanae's tighter than ever before.

(Don't take- don't take her away from me! Please, Y/N, please…) 

You remember the funeral and the grief and the tears, rolling down your own cheeks, as you'd wept and mourned for the loss of a dear friend. Shinobu didn't cry. She'd remained frozen and emotionless throughout the event, but her eyes were red rimmed and glassy, like she was in a far away place, or maybe even stuck inside her mind- inside the fabrications of her own little hell-hole. 

When you'd squeezed her hand in yours, to remind her that you were still there- to be an anchor if she needed to remain grounded, a shoulder to cry on, someone to share her woes with, she'd looked at you silently with those dull eyes, and there was so much grief and mourning in them that it broke your heart. 

She was never the same after that. 

For a while, she was distant, despite you offering support and help in any way you could. Things had been tense between the both of you, and you'd been filled with nothing but worry and unease when she offered you nothing but silence. 

But then one day, out of the blue, she visited you- with a smile so sickeningly sweet that it felt bitter, more cordial and polite than it was genuine, and you'd known immediately that she'd changed. That mild smile was full of laughter and false brightness, but it never reached her eyes. 

She was uncharacteristic- sugary sweet in a way that felt sick and bitter on your tongue, and her eyes unsettled you to the point where you felt discomfort creeping down your spine and pooling into the pit of your stomach. Her eyes, those deep violet hues- they were glazed and dull despite that bright smile twisting her lips, lifeless even. 

(And yet somehow, they were also colored dark with the hue of hatred.) 

Your Kocho Shinobu had died, and from her ashes was rebirthed another- all hollow and bitter with loss, filled with an unadulterated rage and seething with silent fury, but it's always carefully masked- always concealed behind a well constructed, unwavering facade- the stretch of her lips opening into a broad, false smile. 

And yet, like the masochist you were (that you still are), you selfishly chose to be back with her, coaxed by that terrible, terrible smile, even though she never truly loved you- at least, not anymore. 

Kocho Shinobu is a hollow of the person whom she used to be, but in all of her empty smiles and false cheer, she manages to complete you- piece your fragments together and mend the broken parts of you, in the most inconvenient of ways- fills you up in a way only her, and no full person ever can. You hate her and love her for it.

But you only wish you could heal her hurt, mend her cracks and soothe her heartache in the way she so dutifully eases yours. It's painful, going about everyday and playing pretend with her like this- like you do everyday, despite knowing that there's a certain edge of darkness behind that bright smile, that there's anger above the pain and deceit beneath the false-love. 

But despite all that- the lies and the deception, despite the obvious fact that you're both playing a game of pretend that slowly draws close to an inevitable end- she still manages to make your heart stutter and skip a beat, for your breath to hitch in your throat, for the most bittersweetest of aches to squeeze your chest, because she has buried seeds in your gardens and nurtures the life she knows she's grown. 

Because there- deep within the darkness, in the trenches of your heart, through the cracks and crevices, there are roots, the bittersweet fruits of your love, anchoring themselves to your very core, thin and spidery and subtle, before they invade you almost completely, corrupt you. 

And those petals, scattering on your palm like cremation ashes, soft and white and innocent as they are- they're stained with your blood, constrict your airways and suffocates your lungs, strangles the breath out of you, blooming quietly in the darkness, roots and fronds curling around your ribcage, pushing and pulsing beneath your flesh, ready to break out at any given second you spend in her presence. 

And in all of their beguiling innocence and purity, they're venomous- poisons every strained breath you manage to choke out, holds every trace of festering grief and despair and unrequited love you've so desperately tried to snuff out. 

But they're still traces of her you refuse to erase, growing and feeding on your pain, frost-hued blossoms unfurling in the darkness and falling past your lips like the floating of prayers. They're memories, this disease, this terrible illness, and they're memories you can't bring yourself to forget- remnants of a past you'll never be allowed to have again. 

(And every uncurling of the springtime blooms unfurling inside your chest, bunched and dropping past your mouth is as much as hope as they are memories. They're hope that she's still in there, that your lover is still there, just buried beneath the layers and layers of faux kindness and cheer. But they're also false hope, and that's what makes the pain all the more bitter for you to endure.) 

So- you'll go on like this. You've got no other choice than to lie in this bed you've made yourself, accept your fate with the pathetically weak resignation you've always possessed. 

You're not strong- not like she is, but you'll endure this sickness for her, no matter how selfish it is. Because every time you glimpse of might be a fragment of her previous self- it manages to bring so much joy, so much hope and happiness, despite the ache that follows after- the sudden hollowness that stretches open inside your chest, the feel of wet petals flooding your mouth, the tickling cough that rattles you to the very core. 

After all, she is the one who tends to your gardens- water the plants of her making and allow them to grow, for the venom to manifest, to take root deep inside of you, gnaw away at all the simple, bright soul that's you, and despite the bitterness your unrequited love that plagues you in flesh and blood and soul, you manage to swallow it down and fake a smile just as easily as she does. 

Because this is just a game of playing pretend, you can easily force the hurt down, and the selfish anger of your own, the grief and the despair like the coward you are, and hide that piece of ugliness deep inside the caverns of your heart- just like she hides her pain. 

(And it's tragic just how easily you fool yourself with this web of lies- how easily you've become more entangled in the threads- a puppet to your own emotions.) 

But no matter how good the both of you are at playing this game, at prolonging the torment just for that one blissful slice of paradise- you know, deep within the marrow of your bones, you can never truly fill up the gaping void yawning inside of you, can never replace it with stolen moments and lies and deception- the hole in your heart where your Kocho Shinobu used to be. 

FIN - 

[what-youd-expect]

Honestly both sound appealing, lay it on me (tho I understand if you prefer I don’t reblog, I know ppl like you prefer to stay in your own corner and that my blog isn’t. particularly small skfvdjdhdj)

Alright so we're doin both!

👌(・`ω´・ ●)👌

(Quick thing before I start.)

Normal headcannons are in Blue

Tk headcannons are in Pink

Alright with that settled here we go! (They aren't going in def ill just keep em simple)

•°Normal Fluff Headcannons!°•

• I find the concept of Reginald being the flirt of the relationship making sense, but imagine how red in the face he would get if Right Hand tried it back, I'm sure my man wouldn't be able to handle it being thrown back at him.

• RIght Hand may be seen all stoic and such, but he's definitely the most tender out of the two. Reginald adores it when they get their moments alone, because Reg specifically gets to see the part of him that no one else on the Tophat clan does.

• Right Hand is the big spoon in the relationship and a MASSIVE cuddler, and Reg is all for it!

• Right Hand man's love language is acts of service and physical touch (obviously). Meanwhile Reginalds is gift giving and words of affirmation.

• Reginald adores kissing his husband's battle scars. And in my headcannon, Right has LOTS of them. Right finds it very therapeutic, especially the massive one he has on his face.

• They both usually put on a normal co-worker facade being both Leader and..well..Right hand respectfully, but almost everyone in the clan knows of their "Secret" relationship. They just pretend like they don't to keep up the "facade"

Aaaand now onto the other part...mwehehe!

(✧ω✧)/\

▪︎□Tk Fluff Headcannons!□▪︎

• Of course the most ticklish in the relationship is Reginald, he especially can't stand having his hips and waist touched. How Right hand man found this out is that they were slowdancing to their favorite record when Right Hand man squeezed a lil to hard.

• Reginalds laugh is loud and high pitched, even consisting of Squeaks and Snorts aplenty. Meanwhile Right hand man has low soft giggles and chuckles that usually gets emitted through a closed smile

• Despite what you might think, even with the Cybernetic enhancements, Right is still ticklish. Though that's a secret for only him and Reg to know >:)

• Both are terribly stubborn when it comes to staying up late to finish a task, of course one always tickles the other to get them to come to bed and sleep.

• When Right is feeling playful enough, he'll usually mess with Reginald while he's doing his important leaderal duties. Things like quick pokes to the side while doing morning announcements, or thigh squeezes while in the middle of meetings with the rest of the clan.

• Reginald will always go into a soft giggling fit whenever Right fluds him with soft kisses, it doesn't help when your husband has a scraggly and terribly tickly mustache. Right hand man likes to tease him while doing it too, saying things like "Wot's the giggles for love?" And "It's me stache innit?" Reg never tells him to stop though so he's left there giggling and squirming but enjoying it non the less.

Aaaaaaand with that, that's all the headcannons that I can pump out currently

(or at least the ones I can think of rn (*ﾉ∀`*) )

All and all you can see that I've put alot of time and effort into these headcannons!

I am BEYOND grateful that you asked me for these headcannons, this is a MASSIVE comfort ship for me and I don't mind at all if you reblog it or not

Thanks for the chance to ramble @the-irken-pony !

Big preciation all around!

This is DEFINITELY one of my new favorite posts I've made

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a list of ship fanfics to write using these

Have a great day! 💟👌👍

[castle-dominion]

5x2 cloudy with a chance of murder

Love the mandolin style music or w/e this is

castle shut up lmao & fun lighting Oh we can still see her scar RC: No one is going to be able to tell that we’re together by how you are dressed. KB: Oh, no? I only work with a roomful of detectives. It’s their job.

I thought that one was HIS lol that's why he said no not getting paid, not your coworker lmao Ooh they are in europe!

Man I miss kissing people... Reminds me of lanie & esposito "no puppydog eyes" but they are sort of coworkers but not exactly, same with demming, he was in a different department so they could date

Oh this is how esposito always knows mor ethan becks, he gets there first & gets info from the unis

Becks is pretty *notices the coffee immediately* it could be BECAUSE it was her first day back

"as a single man"

Lanie is lookin awesome rn! she can Tell. woman's intuition

Ryan is pretty <3 this is the hair mum said looked like mine before we both cut our hair. Still mad at each other : (

Becks no, they really are still mad...

That was a long sigh

This man is,,, not normal...

Oh look at that he's really acting like me "it's johnny" Jonathan Goodheart: That stalking was a misunderstanding, and… That other thing happened on a really hot day.

I like things that are soft HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR

AFTER the gunshot? Lanie detective moments!! She def pointed as if it was between people "I know a lot of guys"

mandy michael slaying nice word The five day forecast won't be the same RC: What kind of a family, happy or dysfunctional? In the commentary I think andrew marlowe said castle at the beginning of the year is like a big happy family but at the end of the year like a big happy family at thanksgiving fog is an awesome name lol. Mum had a dentist called doctor ow

"the bay" New york's finest lmao

Lucrative "sell by date" & "according to harvey" set dressing with cleavage XD

Yeah she's probably in bed by seven pm.

Lol castle playing on the screen

haranguing??

KB: Isn’t she the reporter that shows up to cover stories in her bikini? RC: Yeah, y—I don’t—is—I didn’t notice that. KB: (playful) You want to…try it again, make it sound a little more convincing? RC: No, I’m good. KB: (playful) Okay.

Faster-than-my-ex-husband-in-the-sack fast. Isn't he married? Uh huh

Ryan interrupted him & now look at them fight

Music <3

JE: Let me take the lead. KR: Whatever. JE: What? I got more experience. KR: Yo, Javi, do you mind if we call a time-out… while we collar this guy? Huh?

Reggie's wife is sleeping with her too

True, there are some careers that are very age dependent, like gymnastics. You can keep up your physical fitness but it takes more work & you need to let some things go.

When harry met sally

RC: Well, I don’t know. You and I were just friends for four years. KB: Yeah, except you were trying to sleep with me that whole time. RC: What? KB: Mm-hmm. RC: Excuse me, it was you that was trying to sleep with me. KB: Wh—? RC: Don’t tell me you dress like that for Esposito. [Esposito walks up.] JE: What’s for me? KB: (simultaneously) Nothing. RC: (simultaneously) Don’t worry about it.

Clipping the tinted moisturizer scene where espt interrupts ryan in the middle of giving information. Why is he wearing makeup tho? To hide that he got f'ed up a bit? To pretend he didn't [do what he did for the reason he did]? Also he still does have a black eye, it just isn't as visible now

What kind of relationship? Rings a bell huh? & the sex is amazing *both smile looking in the distance*

I can't tell if ryan is taking off or adding on makeup but it def made esposito pause

Proposing to your wife with ray the helicopter pilot flew her straight to the hospital

Kristina Coterra: I’m sure you must have women throwing themselves at you all the time. RC: Well, we all have our crosses to bear. She goes back to watch He could have said "I didn't want to stand you up on TV"

RF: Uh, well, if she was up in the chopper, she must have been using the direct tox monitor. RC: The direct tox monitor, of course. KB: You have no idea what that is. RC: No, not a clue.

Yeah that's so right, doctors so often only talk to the parents not the kids. I had a great pediatrician.

Ryan knocks & CASTLE leaves to talk with him... becks stays in the interview... interesting. Castle really is part of the team

Lenny my beloved

THE FANCY PAPER

Wow this factory owner is... INSANE

"shuts her down" is not funny

Yeah lol it could be "if any of this" this meaning styrene "gets out" into the air "I will kill you"

lmao that is SUCH a big corporation thing. Turning the fricking frogs gay. GIRL NO THEY ARE TRICKING YOU THEY ARE TRICKING YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT

Ryan's makeup is actually sort of working Cool how they can get tech to do sun time verifying

Nah y'all should go home, don't work through supper. One of you even has a wife to go home to!

RC: Uh, are you sure you’re okay— turns to address the room as a whole about leaving the case instead of Beckett about the date Are you okay with this? JE: Okay? Are you kidding? It’s Kristina Coterra. KR: Yeah, besides, since when have you let cop work get in the way of your busy social life?

interesting scene going in there through the city, helicopter type scenes

Ew oysters may be an aphrodesiac but I would not want to kiss someone after eating oysters

Oh no his phone is calling her also castle you could totally say "I'm not comfortable with this on the first date"

KB: Yeah, well, there’s gotta be something that we’re missing. KR: Speaking of missing something, Castle should be way more excited about his date tonight. KB: Why? KR: According to Celebrity Examiner, Kristina is notorious for seducing famous men with her extensive bikini collection. (chuckle) [Esposito and Beckett stare at Ryan.] KR: What? Jenny buys it, and it just happened to be open to that page on the coffee table. KB: What’s your point? KR: Isn’t it obvious? She’s totally gonna put the moves on him. JE: No way. Not gonna happen. KB: Thank you for actually showing some maturity. JE: He’s totally gonna put the moves on her. (chuckle) KB: Don’t you guys think that he’s actually evolved beyond that by now? JE: He’s a man, he has a pulse, so… KR & JE: No.

How did he get away? what if you do say no? If the genders were reversed we would be outraged. In fact, I am. lmao the upside down shot I love it

GIRL HE IS ABOUT TO GO LIVE, LET HIM FINISH HIS SEGMENT OR SMTH, YOU ARE SO WRECKING THE NEWS

gay!? Not for a story, but for the career the story would bring Girl if you didn't mean to kill her but just to scare her then you would have the safety on, empty mag, empty chamber, not cocked, & also careful with your muzzle control, altho ig u were trying to threaten someone

Ryan is letting his bruise show again esposito on the other hand looks like he is wearing makeup now

Wow that is a tall place to go for those volume buttons. lol wow that was a crappy fight scene. Must be embarrassing for ryan to have that freezeframe on tv in the middle of the precinct. Also I still have an old tube tv with that style of volume. Did u see ryan punch that man & he had no reaction but ryan made a face like he himself had gotten punched in the gut?

Oh no are they going to break up after ONE DAY? & even if you do implode, you got to enjoy your time! Good. Set boundaries. Did she threaten him? I mean it was a joke but still KB: It's--it's too soon. I just--I keep seeing her boobs in your face. RC: *smiles, also thinking about the boobs in his face*

Ok it has only been two hours, I've got this. I watched about one & a half episodes, that makes sense time-wise