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CS AU: Once Upon A Grimm (2/?)

Summary: The world was far more complex than most people realized. Humans went about their lives, completely ignorant of the fact that there was a world of fairytales existing right alongside them. Well, not really fairytales. Not in the Disney sense, anyway. Many, like the Grimm brothers, had woven the truth into their stories, but the creatures they wrote about were even more nightmarish than their macabre and monstrous depictions. Creatures known as wesen. Supernatural, other-worldly beings who have always lived among humans and have always been hunted by those who had come to be known as Grimms. A struggle of secrecy, balance, and power among these species has existed since the beginning of time. This is a story of a man with his own struggle. The internal struggle of being a human, a wesen, and a Grimm, and the external forces that seek to eradicate one or all of his natures, especially those he tries to keep hidden. Fortunately, Killian Jones is not alone in his struggles nor his secrets. His personal savior, Emma Swan, has secrets and struggles of her own.

A/N: This fic is inspired by and will borrow from the NBC show Grimm. I confess I did not watch Grimm when it first aired, but absolutely fell in love with the show during a binge fest years later. If you have not seen the show, no worries! My beta - who has not seen the show either - assures me that it is not necessary. If you have seen the show, then I hope you’ll forgive the huge creative license I am taking with the material. This is not a strict Grimm retelling with Once characters. This is my own spin on the lore and cannon of both shows.

Sorry I am so late with this update. I underestimated how demanding real life was gonna be now that we are back in full swing with school. I'll do my best to stay on track going forward!

I cannot express how much I have enjoyed being a part of the @cssns all these years. Thank you to the mods who have kept it going year after year. We've had a terrific run! Huge shout out to @kmomof4 for always being my cheerleader and for her exceptional beta skills. A HUGE thank you and many fangirl squeals to my artist @eastwesthomeisbest for the amazing job she did on the cover art that accompanies this fic. Please go show her some love!

FYI: Because the show took cues from the Grimm brothers’ works, much of the vocabulary associated with the supernatural creatures was based on German or German coded language. For words like wesen and woge (which will be explained in the text) the w is pronounced with a v sound on the show. I’ll be using terminology from the show and more common creature names interchangeably within the fic.

Rated E (eventually) / Also available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me! / Prologue

Chapter One

Two and Half Years Later…

“What have we got?”

Killian approached the scene with his partner, Robin. Their mate and uniformed officer, Will, brought them up to speed, keeping his voice low as the men conversed on the walkway that led to the grand house towering before them.

“Grace Hatter. Eight years old. Never made it to school this morning,” Will informed them, reading over his notes. “Father says she left the house at a quarter to eight like usual. An hour later he got the call from the school telling him she was absent.”

“Do we know if he’s clean?” Killian asked, assessing the distraught man who was being questioned by other officers.

“No,” Will replied. “Dad’s name is Jefferson Hatter. We're looking into him.”

“Mom?”

“Deceased.”

“Okay. Thanks, mate. We’ll go have a talk with him.”

Killian and Robin continued up the walkway. When the father caught sight of them, he rushed down the front steps to meet them halfway.

“Are you the detectives?”

“Yes, sir,” Robin responded. “Detectives Locksley and Jones. Can you tell us more about your daughter? When you last her? What she was wearing?”

“Yeah, um…” The man took a moment to try and compose himself. His hand shook as he brought it up to run down his face. A shuddering breath filled his lungs and a sob caught in the back of his throat. “She uh, she left here about 7:45. She’s wearing purple leggings and an oversized, purple top that has a white rabbit on the front of it. She also had on a red hoodie and her backpack is pink and purple with her name on it.”

“Does she often walk by herself to school?”

The man, Jefferson, nodded, tears welling in his eyes. “Ever since the beginning of the school year. She wanted… She wanted to be a big girl this year.” He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the freshly fallen tears drops from his face. “I was reluctant, but the school isn’t far and normally she walks with another little girl and her brother down the block.”

“But not today?” Killian inquired.

“No,” Jefferson answered. “Ava and her brother are both out sick this week. Grace walked alone yesterday, so I didn’t see an issue with her walking alone again today.” His face reddened, the tears now cascading down his cheeks as he pleaded, “Please. You have to find my little girl, please!”

“We’re going to do everything we can,” Robin promised him, digging a card from his pocket. “An officer is going to stay with you as we canvas the neighborhood, but if you think of anything else, give us a call.”

“Th-Thank you, detectives,” Jefferson said, taking the card then following one of the officers back to the house.

“So, what do you think?” Robin said under his breath as they turned back towards the street and surveyed their surroundings.

“If he’s involved then he’s an excellent actor,” Killian replied. “I think it more likely she was grabbed on her way to school. The question is… where?”

The street was lined with houses on one side, facing a wooded park area. The little girl would have made her way to the end of the block then turned to go around the woods. The school was located on the other side, about seven blocks away.

“We’ve spoken with all the neighbors who are home along the route she would have taken,” Will said, joining the detectives. “No one saw anything.”

“Maybe she didn’t take the usual route,” Killian said, jutting his chin towards the woods. “Maybe she took a shortcut.”

“Dad was very specific about the route,” Will told him. “He said Grace wasn’t allowed to cut through the woods.”

“Yeah, and we all know you did everything you were told when you were a kid,” Robin quipped, slapping Will on the back before heading towards the woods.

The three of them followed the worn path, carved out of the foliage by those who had used the woods as a shortcut over the years. Although focused on the task before him, Killian could not help but acknowledge how fortunate he was to do this job with his two best mates at his side.

It had been a series of unfortunate events that had led them here. Two and half years ago, he and Robin had been uniformed officers at different precincts and Will, after washing out of the academy years before, owned a local bar. After being attacked and having his life, once again, turned upside down, Killian had spiraled a bit. Neglectful of his duty and spending too much time at Will’s bar had made him a less than stellar candidate for detective, despite his high scores on the exam. However, everything changed once more the night Will’s bar went up in flames.

Though it had been deemed arson, they still weren’t sure how it had happened. The explosion and fire claimed the lives of more than a dozen officers and detectives from both Storybrooke and Glowerhaven. In the aftermath, personnel had been reshuffled, reassigned, and reevaluated, giving Killian a second chance at a detective slot and transferring Robin to the Storybrooke precinct. Will, determined to bring the perpetrator to justice, had reapplied to the academy and finished top of his class before being assigned to the Storybrooke PD.

Although the arson case had gone cold, Killian and Robin, with an assist from their favorite uniformed patrolman, had managed to garner the highest number of closed cases of any rookie or veteran detectives within the city or its outlying suburbs. Robin often joked that the reason the three of them were so good at this job was because in another life they would have been criminals themselves - and therefore knew how their perps thought - dubbing themselves the pirate, the bandit, and the thief.

Of course, he had no idea that Killian possessed abilities beyond those of a normal human detective which gave him an advantage. Abilities he was currently applying in the hopes of bringing this little girl home safely.

When the trail forked, the trio branched off in separate directions. Once out of sight from his mates, Killian crouched down and closed his eyes, homing in on the sounds around him as he inhaled deeply. Over the years he’d made peace with his wolf side. It wasn’t always easy to keep the wesen reined in, or explain away how he’d been able to accomplish some of the things his supernatural abilities allowed him to do, but as time went on he found ways to balance his human and wesen side.

Not able to pick up anything out of the ordinary, Killian resumed his search further up the path. A moment later, Robin’s voice called out.

“I’ve got something!”

Killian rushed towards Robin’s voice, arriving alongside an out of breath Will. Both men were too focused on the pink and purple backpack laying among the ferns to notice Killian’s lack of exertion.

“Grace Hatter.” Will read the name where it had been monogrammed in bright pink, confirming it belonged to their missing girl. “She must have been grabbed somewhere in this area.”

“Careful where you step,” Killian reminded them. “Will, call it in and inform the others that we have a crime scene in Wonderland Woods Park across from the victim’s house.”

Will stepped away to radio it in, leaving the detectives to peruse the area.

“Killian, we got boot prints here. They look fresh.”

Killian noted the direction of the prints and commented, “He took her this way.” Setting off down the path, he shouted over his shoulder, “Stay with Will until CSU arrives. I’ll see where the prints lead.”

Once out of sight, Killian crouched down again and took in a deep breath. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention and a primal growl rumbled in the center of his chest. He could tell the scent was wesen, although he wasn’t sure what species. There was something vaguely familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.

Never before, since his transition, had he ever wished for the moon to be in its full cycle. If it were, then his sense of smell would be stronger. He’d be able to discern the little girl’s scent better, as well as her abductor’s, and he’d be able to tell which direction the two had gone once they’d reached the road on the other side of the woods.

Cursing under his breath, Killian made his way back to Robin and Will. The Crime Scene Unit had already arrived and the area was being cordoned off so they could work making casts of the boot prints. Killian eyed Grace’s backpack as it was being bagged and tagged so it could be processed for fingerprints. He wished he’d gotten a chance to scent it, but the K-9 unit was already seeing to the task.

“There isn’t much more we can do here,” Robin told him. “Will and the other officers will follow up on the neighbors they didn’t get a chance to speak with earlier. Maybe one of their security cameras will have caught them coming out of the park.”

“Aye,” Killian said with a resigned sigh.

Clapping Killian on the back, Robin suggested, “Let’s go get some lunch. By the time we’re done, more evidence will have been collected and processed, then we can focus on whatever they found.”

“I suppose I could eat,” Killian relented. Robin was right. There was nothing more they could do that the other officers didn’t already have handled. They’d need their strength and their wits about them for the long afternoon and evening ahead. “Where did you have in mind?”

“How about Aesop’s?”

Killian cocked a brow his partner’s way. “Aesop’s? A bit swanky for lunch isn’t it?”

Robin shrugged. “I hear they have a great burger menu.”

“Mhmm,” Killian hummed. Something in Robin’s demeanor had him dubious as to whether that was the real reason. “I suppose we could check it out,” he replied with a shrug of his own, followed by a wolfish grin. “So long as you’re buying.”

~/~

“So that’s the real reason you wanted to come here,” Killian ribbed in a sing-song tone. “The lovely and elusive Miss Mills.”

Robin’s cheeks flamed pink behind the bun of his burger as he took as long as he possibly could to bite off then chew a mouthful.

“You know this constitutes stalking, right? Why not just ask her out?”

Robin swallowed and chased the bite with a sip of water, once again taking his time running his napkin over his mouth before placing it back in his lap.

“You’re hopeless,” Killian exasperated, getting up from his seat. He shot a wink over his shoulder to his mortified partner as he approached the nearby table, teeming with lawyers in their power suits. “Miss Mills?” he said in a feigned tone of surprise.

“Detective Jones,” she said in a friendly yet reserved greeting. “Funny running into you here?”

“Aye,” he said. “The lunch burger menu was recommended to Robin and me, so we thought we’d give it a go.” He gestured back towards the table Robin was metaphorically trying to hide beneath. Miss Mills - Regina - gave him a wave which he awkwardly reciprocated. “I won’t keep you,” Killian continued. “I was on my way to the facilities when I spotted you and just wanted to say hello. Enjoy your lunch.”

“Thank you, detective. A pleasure seeing you,” she replied, though her attention was not set on him but rather still subtly fixated on his partner.

When Killian exited the lavatory hall on his way back to the table, he slowed his steps and his lips twitched up in a smile. Robin and Regina were standing at the table conversing as the prosecutor’s colleagues were filing past, on their way out the door. Regina slipped Robin her card, her painted lip caught between her teeth, and he accepted it with a full, bright smile. Killian chuckled to himself, eager to take the mickey out of his friend, when something in Regina’s countenance shifted.

She’d turned towards the door, prepared to follow her colleagues, when her entire body went rigid. Something rippled through her expression and Killian was taken aback by what he saw.

She woged.

Regina Mills was… a hexenbeist?

No. He had to be seeing things. She couldn’t have woged. If she had, the entire restaurant would be in an uproar, especially Robin. There’s no way anyone would have missed the gruesome sight of a hexenbeist revealing her true form. Unless…

No. That wasn’t a possibility either. The full moon wasn’t in cycle yet, so there was no way he could have witnessed a demi-woge. Could he?

Regina’s features returned to normal, but her posture was still stiff and on guard. He followed her eyes to try and determine what had prompted such a response and was stunned to see another woged hexenbeist casually standing by the hostess stand. She had flaming red hair and was dressed in a tight, green dress. When her human face presented itself once more, she wore a smug, slightly challenging smirk.

Finally collecting herself, Regina marched past the woman without a word or backward glance, but the red-haired witch watched her all the way out the door and down the block.

“Did you see that?”

Robin’s question shook Killian from his shock, but a fresh, confused panic spiked within him. “See what?”

“The text,” Robin said, lifting his phone for Killian to see. “We’ve got a body.”

“A body?” Killian parroted, attempting to get his racing heart under control while processing what his partner said.

He didn’t see it, then. Didn’t see them change. Then why did I?

“Not Grace Hatter?” Killian’s heart dropped a little as his mind finally caught up.

“No,” Robin assured him. “Not the missing girl, but the captain wants us to take point on this one, too.” He beckoned Killian to follow him through the tables towards the exit. “I’ve already settled the bill. Will’s waiting for us at the scene.”

Before heading out the door, Killian scanned the restaurant for the red-headed hexenbeist, but saw no sign of her. He tried to shake off the unnerving feeling her and Regina’s woge had elicited in him. The mystery of why he had been able to see it at all would have to wait. He had more pressing issues to concern himself with.

~/~

“Are you sure this is even a homicide?” Killian heard Will ask under his breath. “Looks more like an animal attack?”

For the second time that day, Killian’s hackles rose. The scene before him was familiar. Too familiar. He could remember, as though it were yesterday, making the same inquiry to the detectives working a similar scene. A scene that had led to Killian being attacked and transformed. A scene that had been declared an animal attack after the DNA had come back as inconclusive. A scene where no other evidence had been left behind except…

“We got a boot print!”

Killian’s entire body reacted in a ripple of goose bumps and a sharp inhale confirmed the truth as a familiar scent penetrated his sinuses.

It’s him! He’s back. The blutbad who attacked me. The blutbad who made me. He’s back and he’s killed again. He’s killed again and… HE’S TAKEN GRACE HATTER!

“Oi! Kill, er… detective. You alright?”

“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost, mate.”

Killian’s Apple apple bobbed painfully. “We need to go see the Captain. Now.”

It was a quick ride back to the precinct, though Killian’s silent stewing had probably made it feel longer to his partner. Robin knew him well enough to not pepper him with questions when he was like this, allowing him space to get his thoughts together. It didn’t mean his mate didn’t side-eye him with furtive glances the entire way back to the station, though.

“Captain Gold, do you have a minute?” Killian asked at the open doorway of their captain’s office.

“For my two best detectives? Of course,” Captain Gold said, gesturing them forward. “How’s the investigation going into the missing girl? Or is this about the body we found? A jogger who was a student at the local university?”

“Actually,” Killian hedged, still unsure how he was going to convince his captain and his partner of what he knew to be fact. “It may be about both.”

“Go on.”

Killian and Robin took a seat in front of the captain’s desk. Leaning forward, Killian began to fill them in on what he’d pieced together.

“A little over two years ago, there was a hiker who was attacked in a similar fashion to how we found the jogger today.”

“I remember,” Gold said, nodding his head. “That was ruled an animal attack, wasn’t it?”

“Aye,” Killian said. “The DNA was inconclusive, but that wasn’t the only evidence left at the scene.” Flicking his eyes towards Robin, he said, “There was a boot print. Just like the one at the scene today. And that’s not all…” Sitting back, Killian wiped his hand down his face and let go a heavy breath. “The same day the hiker was attacked and killed, a little girl went missing in Glowerhaven.” Robin’s eyes widened and Killian knew he didn’t need reminding, but the Captain still needed to know. “I know because Robin helped work that case and we were mates back then.” Setting his attention back on his captain, Killian continued. “Look. I’m not saying all these cases are connected, but we did find boot prints where we suspect Grace Hatter was abducted, and it all feels a little suspect to just be coincidence.”

Captain Gold tented his fingers in front of him, and his eyes narrowed at Killian. “I’m inclined to agree,” he said, after a few agonizing seconds. “It’s all too coincidental to not look into.” His eyes shifted to Robin. “Locksley, reach out to Glowerhaven and see if you can get a copy of the missing girls file from two years ago. Check it for any similarities to the Grace Hatter case. Jones,” he continued, focusing his attention back on Killian. “Follow-up on the boot print. See if the one from the hiker’s scene matches the jogger’s, then compare it to the ones we found at the abduction site.” With a dismissing nod, he added, “Keep me informed.”

“Yes, Captain,” the two detectives replied on their way out of Gold’s office.

“How did you put all of that together?” Robin asked. “Remembering that girl from more than two years ago who went missing the same day a hiker was mauled? I don’t think I would have put that together.”

“I don’t know,” Killian deflected. “Something about that night just… stuck with me, I guess.”

“Well, good pick up,” Robin said, clapping him on the back. “I’m gonna call GPD, then head over to collect those files. Check in later?”

“Aye,” Killian told him. “Later.”

It took Killian less time to confirm the boot prints were a match at all three scenes than it did for Robin to make it back with the files. Although it proved the crimes may be connected, the boots that matched the prints were a very common brand. It would be nearly impossible to find their suspect that way. Frustrated, Killian shot off a text to Robin and Will, letting them know he was gonna go out for some air.

There had to be a way of finding this monster.

Not that he hadn’t already tried. He’d gone back to the scene of the hiker’s mauling time and time again in search of any clues, hoping to discover the identity of the killer and the wesen who had turned him. Once the case had been cleared from homicide, investigators believing a wolf or mountain lion had caused the grizzly death, there had been little Killian could do inside the law. He’d been too preoccupied with the changes he was facing as a newly made wesen to pursue the blutbad on his own, and too worried about what his brother’s reaction might have been if he’d turned the case over to a Grimm. A Grimm who might have been able to detect such changes in his little brother.

Now, he couldn’t help but feel as though the jogger’s death and the missing girl were his fault. He should have told Liam about the rogue blutbad or gone after it himself.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake this time.

Digging his phone from his pocket, Killian dialed his brother’s number and held his breath as the call rang.

This is Liam Jones. I’m not available to take your call. Leave me a message.

“Liam. It’s Killian. Call me back. I’ve got a situation here that might require your expertise.”

Typical.

Killian’s phone vibrated in his hand. He glanced at the screen, expecting it to be Liam returning the call. Instead, the caller ID displayed Will’s name. Killian knew he’d been pouring over videos collected from neighborhood cameras, and he was eager to hear if he’d found anything that might help them locate the missing girl.

“Will? What you got?”

“Not much,” Will confessed over the phone. “I’ve checked all the cameras we collected from Tweedle Drive, the street the perp would have exited the woods from, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Nothing?” Killian asked, defeated. “From the whole street?”

“Well, there’s a bit we don’t have footage of, but none of the videos show any car, truck, or van he may have used to move the girl. The only vehicle on the street at that time was the mail truck.”

“The mail truck?” Killian repeated, an idea coming to him. “Do me a favor. Find out who was working that route today and whether the postal service issues a certain type of boot for their employees' uniforms.”

“You think it was the postman?”

“It’s the only lead we’ve got,” he told Will. “If nothing else, the postal worker may have seen something. We should track them down as a potential witness.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

“Text me the name when you’ve got it.”

“Will do.”

A renewed rush of hope filled Killian as he made his way back to the precinct, but it was hindered by a fresh realization.

If the postal worker did turn out to be their suspect, then he wouldn’t be going up against their usual perp. He’d be going up against a wesen. A blutbad. And not just any blutbad… his sire. The one who had turned him. Would he know? Even without the full moon bringing out his wesen characteristics, would his sire be able to tell what he was?

Killian stopped short of the station door and did an about face. He needed to better prepare himself for this confrontation, and there was only one person who would be able to help him do so.

Searching his contacts as he made his way to his vehicle, he prayed this call would not go to voicemail.

His prayer was answered.

“Hello?”

“Swan. It’s me. I need your help.”

~/~

The fingers of her left hand drummed against the counter as the nails on her right were being assaulted by her teeth. Normally, Emma Swan would not allow a situation to unnerve her this way. Of course, it wasn’t the situation, not really, it was the man involved in the situation. The man who only came in once a month to pick up his wolfsbane tonic and share polite pleasantries with her or her brother, who assisted her at the shop. The man who had agreed to keep things between them strictly professional after the one time thing incident that had occurred early on in their association. The man who had kept to that promise… until now.

He wasn’t coming here for his tonic - the full moon was still over a week away. He wasn’t coming here for tea, or spices, or herbal remedies, or anything within the purview of her business. No. He was coming here because he needed help on a case. He was coming here because he had nowhere else to turn. He was coming here because he needed… her.

Although they had managed to keep one another at arm’s length these past two years, it hadn’t been that way at first. The month following his attack and introduction into the wesen world, they had texted and chatted numerous times, having built a rapport by the time of the next full moon.

A rapport that simmered with attraction and temptation.

Fortunately, they had both understood the seriousness underlying his stay with her during that first full moon. Setting aside the obvious chemistry between them, they focused instead on the alchemy of finding the right balance of wolfsbane. Everything had gone as expected… until it hadn’t.

“Emma, sweetie,” Granny said in her admonishing tone. “Are you trying to drive us both mad with your fidgeting?”

“Sorry, Granny,” Emma mumbled, removing her nail from her teeth and flattening both hands on the counter.

The elderly woman’s soft, weathered hand covered hers and she gave it a light, comforting squeeze. “What’s got you all riled up? You said he was a regular customer.” Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted to the side. “Is it because he’s a lycanthrope?” Patting Emma’s hand she assured, “I may not look it, but I can still hold my own. If he gets unruly, then--”

“No, it’s not like that,” Emma said, cutting the woman off in a rush, not wishing her to get the wrong impression. “Detective Jones is much more disciplined than lycanthropes are believed to be. He’s… he’s a good man.”

“Then why on earth are you worked up in such a state?” Granny inquired. “I can practically smell the anxiety and tension wafting off of you.”

Emma chewed her bottom lip, then silently cursed herself. Get a grip, Emma. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she straightened her posture and schooled her features. “It’s nothing.”

Granny let out a dubious hum. “Try again,” she said. “If you want me to help a lycanthrope - and a detective to boot - that has you all tied up in knots then you’re gonna have to give me a reason.”

Emma released a heavy sigh. She knew Granny was right. The woman was going out on a limb for her, the least she could do was give her the truth.

Given that she expected the detective to arrive at any moment, Emma quickly told Granny about her and Killian’s first meeting, and the subsequent month that had followed.

“Sounds like the two of you became fast friends,” Granny remarked, though Emma thought she could detect something slightly off in the woman’s tone. “What happened?”

Glancing at the door, Emma wasn’t sure if she was irritated or relieved that he hadn’t arrived yet. She’d never told anyone what had happened.

“He came to stay with me for the full moon, as planned,” she began.

“Here?” Granny asked, knowing the proprietor lived above her shop.

“Yes,” Emma confirmed. “In my spare room. I wanted us to be close to the workshop so I could make adjustments on the fly.”

“What do you mean?”

Swallowing, Emma told Granny about the experiments they did, testing the effectiveness of the wolfsbane. “Things like, provoking his temper and trying to elicit responses that were more primal,” she hedged, with half a shrug of her shoulder, “to see how well he could keep control under such stimuli.”

“And?” Granny prompted. “How did he do?”

“He did great,” Emma said, then winced slightly as she added, “Until August showed up.”

A knowing huff left Granny. “Yeah. I’d imagine the presence of another male might have set him off a bit. Did your brother come away unscathed?”

“Barely,” Emma replied. “Killian didn’t know who August was and when he saw him hugging me he… woged.”

“As in… fully?”

“Yeah.”

“That must have been intense for all of you.”

“It was,” Emma sighed. “I had to use magic to diffuse the situation, but once cooler heads prevailed and I was able to introduce the two of them, I thought things were resolved.”

“Until?”

Emma’s mind flashed back to the morning after he’d woged and tried to attack August. The morning after the final full moon.

“So… you made it through your first full moon.”

“Aye. Thanks to you, love.”

“No need to thank me,” she told him. “I should be thanking you.”

“For?”

“For not ripping out my idiot brother’s throat,” she said in a tone mixed with amusement and annoyance. “I told him not to come here this weekend, but does he listen?”

Killian hummed, a sultry, toe-curling sound, and sauntered forward. “Perhaps gratitude is in order then?” he murmured, tapping his lips suggestively with a raised brow and challenging smirk.

“Yeah,” she said, a little breathlessly. “That’s what the thank you was for.”

Another sinful sound echoed past his lips as he pressed further into her personal space. “Is that all your brother’s life is worth to you?”

“Please,” she scoffed with an eye roll, trying, and failing, to get her heart rate under control, knowing full well he could probably hear its erratic beat. “You couldn’t handle it.”

The corner of his lips lifted in a feral and taunting manner. “Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it.”

The crack of the t against his tongue reverberated through her, and without thought she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, fusing her mouth to his. It took him the briefest of seconds to respond, inhaling deeply before thoroughly devouring her.

It was hot. It was primal. It was all-consuming.

“That was…”

It was a big fucking mistake.

“A one time thing,” she murmured, pulling back from his chasing lips. “We… we can’t do this. I… I can’t do this.”

Releasing him, she took several steps back, unable to meet his eye or look upon his confused expression.

“Swan,” he panted, both of them still working to catch their breath. “Have I… Have I done something? I know attacking your brother was bad form. Please don’t think I’m unaware of the seriousness of that--”

“No, it’s… it’s not that,” she said. “I know you didn’t really have control over--”

“Then what?” he asked. “What’s changed?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Emma rocked back on her heels and said, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to… I mean… this is all new to you and the last thing we both need is to complicate an already complex situation. I think it would be best if we… kept things professional between us.”

She braced herself for his response, expecting him to be angry. Expecting him to accuse her of leading him on, or taking advantage of him while he was vulnerable. She hadn’t expected him to run a hand through his hair while letting go a heavy sigh before agreeing with her.

“Aye,” he said, softly. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps now is not the best time to…” Flicking his too blue gaze up to hers, he gave her an earnest smile. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me, Swan. I think I’ll be able to manage on my own now, thanks to you.”

“You’ll still need the tonic each month,” she reminded him with a slight edge of panic in her voice. She didn’t mean for their association to end altogether. “And you can still call or text me if you have questions about--”

“Thank you,” he interjected, cutting her off before she could continue with her offer. “I’ll swing in for the tonic in a month’s time. I’ll be sure to let you know if there are any issues regarding the treatment.” Reaching up, he pawed at a patch of skin behind his ear. “I, uh… I should go. I have a shift in an hour.”

“Right,” she said, letting him pass so he could collect his things from where he’d set them by the door. “See you next month?”

“Aye, Swan,” he said over his shoulder as he exited the shop. “See you then.”

“Only… I didn’t see him then,” she told Granny. “I chickened out and left the order with August.”

“Are you telling me,” Granny chastised, “that you haven’t seen that young man since--”

“No!” Emma replied, indignantly. “Of course I’ve seen him. We just… it’s been…” Another heavy sigh expelled out of her lungs. “After our… shared moment, I did avoid him for a bit and I know he struggled to cope with his transition, which made me feel worse about how we left things, but then there was this fire at his friend’s bar, and he made detective, and I don’t know… something about him changed. Things were less weird when he came in and we managed to carve out this nice, albeit superficial, relationship and yet--”

“The feelings are still there?”

Emma laughed a rather hysterical sounding laugh. “Uh, no. No feelings. I mean, obviously I care about him, as a person, but my current demeanor has nothing to do with feelings.”

“Oh? What does it have to do with, then?”

Emma didn’t get a chance to answer the woman’s smug question. The bell over the door chimed and the two women's heads snapped in its direction. In walked Killian Jones, as handsome and alluring as ever.

“Swan,” he greeted with a reverential nod. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Of course,” she managed to choke out, her mouth having gone dry. Clearing her throat, she gestured towards Granny and introduced, “This is, uh, Granny Lucas. She runs the new B&B and diner up the street. I thought she might be able to help. Granny, this is Detective Jones.”

“Please,” he said, taking Granny’s hand and offering it a polite shake. “Killian will do.”

“A pleasure to meet you, detective,” Granny said, obviously sizing him up. “You’re not at all what I expected.”

“Meaning?”

Her gaze still assessing him, Granny quipped, “Most lycanthropes have me wanting to rip out their throats within seconds of meeting them, but you… you’re different.”

Killian’s brows shot up and his eyes flicked to Emma even as he continued to address Granny. “It seems you have me at a disadvantage,” he said a little too calmly. “You know about me, yet I have no idea why Swan brought you in on--”

“Granny’s a blutbad,” Emma blurted out, causing his brows to raise even higher as his head snapped back to the elderly woman. “I thought, seeing as you said your case had something to do with a blutbad, and that you needed more information about them, that you’d like to have your questions answered by someone who--”

“Not just any blutbad,” he said, cutting her off in a tone laced with menace and anger. “The blutbad.”

Emma gasped. “The one who turned you?”

“Aye.” His gaze turned dark and his features hardened. “He’s back and he’s killed again. He’s even taken a little girl captive.”

“That’s terrible,” Emma said, keeping herself from reaching out to offer him a hand of comfort. “When did you--”

“Today,” he told her, catching both women up on the case of the little girl and the jogger and how he’d connected them to the cases from over two years ago.

“We found matching boot prints at the crime scenes, but I also detected his scent at each location. I knew there was something familiar about it, but didn’t put it together until I smelled it mixed with the jogger’s blood. It brought back the olfactory memory of that night,” he said, momentarily getting lost in thought until he shook his head and added, “Of course… I can’t enter that into evidence. Fortunately, we have a lead, but I am wary of confronting him without knowing more.”

“More?” Granny said, her countenance a bit stand-offish and very imposing. “Like what?”

“Like,” Killian hedged, wetting his lips and taking a moment to assess Granny as she had him. “Whether I’ll be able to know him by scent even if he isn’t woged. Typically, I can’t detect wesen by scent whilst they’re in their human form or see them demi-woge unless it's the full moon, so I can only assume he was in full woge when he abducted the girl and attacked the jogger.”

Granny remained stoic and stone-faced, still unsure whether she should trust the gemacht wesen in front of her.

“Look,” Killian said with a tone of authority Emma imagined he employed often in his line of work. “I know there’s a code among wesen. This desire to look after one's own kind. But this guy is a killer. He’s killed two people that we know of and may, even now, be holding a little girl captive, so please. Help me find him. Help me find her.”

The reminder of the little girl softened Granny’s features. “If he’s done what you say he has, then he’s putting us all at risk.” Quickly, she flicked her gaze to Emma then back to him, conceding, “You’re right. There is a code among wesen, but it only extends so far. It sounds to me like this blutbad has gone feral, and his behavior is only going to escalate the longer he’s allowed to run wild.”

“Then… you’ll help me?”

Her posture relaxed further and she stepped up to the counter, bringing her closer to both Killian and Emma. Nodding, she said, “Yes, I’ll help you.”

A relieved breath fell from Emma’s lips and she took Granny’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Granny.”

Granny patted her hand then straightened her shoulders, getting down to business. “Now, I’m no expert on lycanthropes, but unless he fully woges, I don’t think you’ll be able to tell whether your suspect is the blutbad you’re looking for. If he is feral, then it wouldn’t take too much to provoke a response, but you’d have to be ready. Once he woges… he’ll be out for blood.”

Emma saw a shudder pass over the detective and she wondered if he was remembering his own experience with an uncontrolled woge.

“What about the girl?” Killian asked. “What motive would he have for taking her?”

Granny pursed her lips together then hesitantly replied. “If he’s feral, and attacked someone before, then he’s likely gotten a taste for human blood.” Killian and Emma both grimaced, sickened by the notion. “I’d wager he attacked and fed on that jogger first. Probably lost control. He knows he’ll be good for another week until the urge takes hold again, but by then it’ll be the full moon and it’ll be risky for him to be out and about. He probably took the girl in preparation of making a meal of her later. Taking her now gives him time to fatten her up.”

Emma thought she might be sick, and while she could see the shared disgust in Killian’s face, she also saw rage.

Granny caught his eye and imparted, “Having her will make him even more territorial and dangerous. So you’ll need to be ready for anything.”

“Will he, uh…” Killian began, haltingly. “Will he be able to discern who I am? What I am?”

“No,” Granny said, shaking her head. “I only made that quip about lycanthropes because Emma had already told me what you are… and I wanted to see how you’d react. You ought to know by now that wesen can only sense you during the full moon.”

“Aye, but he isn’t just any wesen,” Killian countered. “He’s my maker. Are you sure that won’t have an effect?”

“I don’t see why it would.”

Killian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, a reluctant question seemed to pause at the tip of his tongue.

“So there won’t be any… connection between us, then? No weird side effort of my turning that would make me sympathetic towards him or beholden in some way?”

Granny scoffed and cocked an amused brow at him. “Such sire bonds only exist in fiction.”

Killian’s head fell in relief and Emma could now detect how much tension he must have been carrying over that worry.

“Gemacht sometimes latch on to those who aid and guide them through their transition, and many times that is the wesen who turned them, so if you were to have bonded onto someone it would have been the person who was there for you at the beginning of and during your first change.”

Killian’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto Emma’s. Her heart stuttered, then began pounding in her chest while her breath remained trapped in her lungs.

Granny’s gaze volleyed between the two of them, her heading tilting to one side as she quipped, “I suppose that explains the pent up tension I’ve been sensing between you two.” A warm smile lifted the corners of her mouth in response to their awkward reaction to the call out, and she assured them, “Don’t worry. The bond was temporary. I dare say enough time has passed that it would be gone altogether.” Her no nonsense demeanor returned as she focused her attention solely back on Killian and asked, “Anything else?”

Unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth, Killian cleared his throat and said, “Just one last thing… Do you know who this blutbad might be?”

“Afraid not,” Granny told him with obvious regret in not being able to provide him a name. “I only relocated to Storybrooke a few months ago, and I find it best to avoid my kind as much as possible.” Her eyes fell down to the counter and on a bit of a grumble she added, “Bad things happen when we get into a pack. Especially when we see red.”

Killian’s eyes went wide.

“What?” Emma asked. “What is it?”

Killian locked eyes with her once more. “The little girl. Grace. She was last seen wearing a red hoodie. And the jogger and hiker both had on red jackets when their remains were found.”

“So, red provokes him?” Emma said, shaking her head in confusion. “But you weren’t wearing red when he attacked you. You were in uniform.”

“Which,” Granny interjected, “along with your natural demeanor of dominance and authority, he would have seen as a threat.”

“Which means he’ll likely view me as a threat when I confront him.”

“Most likely,” Granny warned. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and Emma knew she needed to get going so she could get back to the diner before the evening rush. “My advice,” she said, rounding the counter on her way out. “When you do confront him, do it alone. You don’t want him to feel trapped or backed into a corner, and if things go badly…”

“Aye,” Killian agreed. “I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

Extending her hand, Granny offered him a sincere expression as he accepted the gesture. “Take care of yourself, Detective. I hope you can bring him to justice, but if not… bring him down any way you can.”

With that, she said a quick goodbye to Emma then exited the shop.

“Tough old bird,” Killian said in her wake, causing Emma to huff out an amused breath.

“Yeah. Granny is… something else.”

“Terrifying, I believe is the word you’re looking for,” he quipped with a light chuckle.

The two shared a laugh then stood awkwardly regarding one another for a long moment before Killian cleared his throat and said, “Um… thank you, Swan. I truly appreciate your help. I didn’t know who else to--”

“It was nothing,” Emma blurted out, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I mean… I was happy you called and that I could…”

Her words fell away and a wash of something akin to embarrassment or bashfulness swept over her. Her face was hot and her palms were starting to get slick.

You're being ridiculous, Emma. You’re not a silly school girl unsure of what to say to her crush. In fact… you don’t have a crush. This isn’t a crush. This is--

Killian’s phone chimed with a notification. Pulling it from his pocket, he checked the text and his grip tightened to the point that Emma feared he’d crack the screen.

“Killian? What is it?”

Slowly, Killian’s eyes lifted and met hers. The look that swirled in those blue depths made her breath hitch.

“We found him, Swan.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand in a way that caused her to shiver.

“Who is he?” she asked in a whisper, only vaguely aware that she was rounding the counter to move towards him.

His eyes never left hers and once she was standing before him, they flickered between her own as he answered. “His name is Quinn Adair. His address puts him outside of the city. Out in the woods.”

Emma swallowed hard as an eruption of worry filled her chest. “Are you… You’re not going to go after him now are you?”

“I have to, Swan,” he insisted. “He has Grace, remember? I have to get to her before he…”

Emma nodded, knowing that time was of the essence for that poor girl who was probably terrified out of her mind.

“Just… be careful?” she said, wetting her lips, which caused his gaze to drop down briefly. “And, um… Call me later so I know how it… so I know the girl is okay… and you.”

“Aye,” he said, pocketing his phone. “I will. I promise.”

She expected him to rush out after that, but he continued to stand there. Conflicted.

“Swan, I know this isn’t the time, but… what Granny said earlier. About us. About the bond that might have been created between us. Was that… Was that the reason you pulled away? Did you suspect?”

“Killian, I…” Emma didn’t know what to say. It would certainly be a plausible reason to give him. One that was safer than the truth.

It would be a lie, though.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, waving off the question and sparing her from having to answer. “As Granny said, whatever was going on between us at the time, it’s likely run its course, so…”

“So?”

Stepping forward, Killian grabbed her hand and lightly held it in his. A rush of goosebumps swept up her arm when his thumb brushed over her knuckles.

“So… Maybe when this case is solved and things go back to relative normalcy, we could… try again?”

“Try again?” Emma parroted. A contradictory cocktail of hope, elation, dread, and panic collided within her as her good sense warred with her wants and desires.

“As friends, I mean,” he clarified, and in tamping down her own disappointment she missed the tone of it in his voice. “We had the start of something I was beginning to cherish and I miss…”

“Me, too,” she told him, turning her hand in his so she could give it a squeeze. Maybe it was reckless. She’d avoided close relationships all her life for a reason, and yet… “I’d love to start again. As friends.”

His smile took her breath away, but it was quickly schooled so he could focus on the dangerous task that lay before him.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she asked, filled with concern about him facing his maker alone. “I know Granny said not to make him feel trapped or backed into a corner, but I doubt he’d see me as a threat. And I doubt he’d be expecting a witch.”

His lip curled up on one side. “As much as I would love to see him go up against your magic, I won’t put you in harm's way like that.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he quickly added, “Besides. I need to try and do this by the book. I’m a cop before anything else.”

“I get that,” Emma relented, begrudgingly. “But I’m going to keep my phone close by in case you get in over your head and change your mind.”

“In over my head?” he said in feigned offense. “I’ll have you know, love,” he murmured in a low timber, edging a bit closer to her. “If there is one thing I’m good at… it’s surviving.”

“Mhmm,” Emma hummed, meeting his taunting expression of challenge with one of her own. “Well, I’m going to insist that you stop by afterward in order to prove that to me.”

He smiled down at her, another message alerting from his phone, indicating it was past time for him to go.

“As you wish.”

Chapter Two - Coming Soon!

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aciddaffodil · 2 months ago

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Summer 2024- What I Dropped

Wistoria : Wand and Sword

I was so here for this anime; the animation is stellar and magic society interesting. A very simple concept of MC wanting to be with his childhood friend but doesn't have a lick of magic. Cool- until there's no likeable characters and it just feels like its showing off flashy sakuga fight scenes. Not to mention the fucking fantasy racism with the dwarves which is just...gross? Who knows, I may binge the rest of it once its fully out? I definitely want to try watching it again.

No Longer Allowed to Live in This World

A Dazai-like Sensei character does not successfully die by double suicide with his beloved and is reincarnated into a fantasy world. He constantly uses his power of negativity and absorbing sleeping pills/poisons as his ability against monsters. Everyone fawns over him, and he can offer some good advice...on occasion. I just didn't see the point to keep watching it and dropped it after 5 episodes.

Failure Frame

The Isekai(?) Overpowered MC who is dark and edgy and wants to cause ruin upon the Goddess who brought him to this fantasy world, and most of his classmates who abandoned him to die as a "low" ranker with skills that cause harm. What bothered me most was 1) the 3D CG shots just don't blend and make all the monsters look awful and its BLAUGH and 2) having to hear about men npc's wanting to rape a female npc character just is annoying and gross.

Plus-Sized Elf

I think the only thing noteworthy is all the workout advice in it- of which I won't retain anything of it and the plus-sized fanservice exists. I personally just didn't want to waste my time with it anymore even though the episodes are short.

2.5-Dimensional Seduction

It was a cute nerdy experience of them first meeting but honestly, I did not vibe with this show. I'm sure this show is enjoyable, as people have compared it to Dress Up Darling and like it.

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer, Trained to Death by the Most Powerful Party, Became Invincible

I gave this like 5 episodes? But finding out the dude is actually super over-powered and not just trained to death...was disappointing. For a trashy fantasy series, it was pretty good and fun to watch. I just have a habit of rage quitting if something frustrates me or if you listen to how cheesy and horrendous this opening is, that will do it as well lmao. Rick and Raenette's friendship is really sweet. I think him having the same dream as these S-tier adventurers is cool and I do hope they achieve their goals by the end of the series.

Why Does Nobody Remember Me in This World?

I attempted to watch this 3 times, but it kept putting me to sleep so I dropped it.

Narenare Cheer for You

The only P.A. Works anime I've ever dropped. It was because of how irritating the line art is in color and how ALL the outlines of literally everything is in color. And when it comes to specific scenes, it gets muddled and that's why I couldn't stomach it past 2 episodes. I'm sure it's a cute cheerleading anime but the style of it was awful to me personally. WHY CAN"T THERE BE CRISP OUTLINES WHYYYYYYY.

Tasuketsu- Fate of the Majority

Ah yes, death games premise and where deaths aren't permanent cause you can ask a question and have loopholes which take away from the emotional impacts some character deaths have. I.e., the protagonist's best friend who came to life again with no reasoning behind it. The rules are so dumb but the power system interesting, I just didn't care to keep watching.

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It is frankly terrifying how much anime I'm keeping up with this season...my count is at 26 and even the most mediocre I have brainwashed myself to not give up on cause they all have some sort of redeeming factor. CURSES.

#anime #seasonal anime #summer seasonal anime #tasaketsu fate of the majority #narenare cheer for you #wistoria wand and sword #why does nobody remember me in this world #The Ossan Newbie Adventurer #2.5 dimensional seduction #plus sized elf #failure frame #no longer allowed to live in this world

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arzu-writes · 8 months ago

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Dear Future Pyaar❤️

Just thought I'd write you a little note thoda filmy style mein before we actually meet.

I hope you love chai as much as I do. Agar nahi, toh koi nahi , I'll make you a convert. Chai is bae, after all.

If you can tolerate my K-drama obsession, especially my random dialogues and funny dance moves , then you're already a keeper. Sarangeo❤️

I hope you're ready for our food adventures. From street food to fine dining, hum saath mein sab kuch try karenge. And yes, I will share my manchurian with you (sometimes).

We don't just travel to places; we travel to new cuisines. Samosa in Delhi, pizza in Italy, or momos in the hills- you name it, we'll eat it.

Hope you're up for binge watching shows and then arguing about what to watch next. K-Drama ya Bollywood movie? The eternal dilemma.

Be it beach or a bustling street, walking hand in hand, talking about everything and nothing - can't wait for those moments.

Just a heads-up, I'll drag you to every pani puri stall we see. And yes, the challenge is on to see who eats more!

I promise to be your cheerleader, your partner in crime, and your pillow when you need one. We'll make our own little filmy story.

So, dear future love, bas thoda wait karo , I'm on my way (or maybe you're on your way? ) Let's make our life a beautiful mix of love, laughter , and lots of food!

#writing #writinglife #love writing #my writing #writers #thoughts #books & libraries #poetry #music

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ama-dillo · 1 year ago

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Did anyone else forget they viciously hated season 15 of supernatural. I'm on episode 17 of my whole series binge and I'm seething at what they did to Dean. Let alone how passive Castiel is before his final moments. Knowing the next episode they kill him off makes me infuriated.

Watching this season is like sex on meth. It's good when it's there but for terrible reasons and it feels nice untill it's all gone and your left empty and sad and worse than you started. (I wouldn't know, don't do drugs, kids.)

Watching Dean go on a world ending tantrum. Jack dying with the Adam bomb (get it, Adam). Cass not using any of his resources or even stopping Dean like he was supposed to.

Sam's classic we need each other speech used before every season finale was honestly stupid that it had to come to that. The Dean thing was wayyy out of left feild I was half expecting him to stamp his foot into the ground and pout.

I just don't see an ending. I see panick and rush and big stakes but what I don't see is reccelaition or Dean finally getting peace in any way shape or form.

I don't see Castiel getting treated any better than he has since season like 10. He's the most useful asset and he's treated like shit and then when he leaves everyone gets pissed like they didn't drive him away.

And Sam... Don't get me started on how much Sam DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PICK HIS BATTLES!!! He was all for trapping Jack in a box (L.O.L) for enternity just a while ago. Sam can't decide if he wants to be Dean's supportive yes man cheerleader or a character with problems and emotions. The flip flopping is making me mad. He can't even have his own opinion about Jack without Dean's approval.

Speaking of Jack I just kinda don't think they knew what to do with his character when they're done doing the whole " oOoO is he good or eViL" thing they just try to kill him and and give him kind the same arc he has with Duma about making his Dad's proud which is stupid. I don't think he was givien a lot of character let alone character development so any season plot solely about him flops in my mind.

Speaking of character development. Instead of deep plots with character growth and soft down to earth inner meaning. They yell and scream at each other and I feel like none of the characters like each other anymore. Happy moments are few and far between. Dean had some serious character assassination and Sam basically got declawed after the show decided he wasn't "main character enough" to have his own arcs in Dean's spotlight.

Btw at multiple points I was SCREAMING at my television the writing 😭💀. I think at one point I said " it feels like the writers are slamming their faces into the plot and painting with their wrinkly foreheads" (for well needed context, I am pro union always have been and no matter what choices execs or producers or writers choose to make everyone deserves live able wage)

But the writing got worse with age (though the direction and color grading got way better shots from the show look fantastic) I just don't think the team had any heart of new ideas to share with the class and as someone who goes to Supernatural to cry at the end of the day when the world is too much. It breaks my heart when Sam and Dean aren't Sam and Dean anymore.

God is the writers.

Chuck wanted an ending where the brothers killed each other.

The wanted an ending where everyone dies the end.

Though chuck didn't get what he wanted they certainly did.

I don't know. If you like this season I envy you. If you think this is the perfect ending and you love it, I am so happy for you. But me personally. This is not it.

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fueledbysano · 3 years ago

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𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎. ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ + ʙᴏɴᴛᴇɴ

just famous boyfriend privileges...

ft; bonten!mikey, athlete!draken, designer!mitsuya, rockstar!baji, streamer!chifuyu, actor!ran, model!rindou, p0rnstar!sanzu, businessman!koko

includes: fem!reader, slightly suggestive for haitani brothers + koko, and highly suggestive for Sanzu.

a/n; I wanna be their little gf pls LOWKEY WANNA BE DRAKEN'S NBA WIFE?¿?¿?¿ Idk I'd be happy to be any of these tbh...

♡ MIKEY — already famous

- He is your scary dog privilege in the streets.

- But behind closed doors, this man is severely touch starved for you.

- He may be the biggest gangster in the streets but he loves being the small spoon when you're cuddling.

- As much as he wants you out of his activities, you insist staying by his side.

- What's important to him, is just as important to you.

- The capital seat at the meeting room is your throne. Basically yours, you seat on it more than he does. and all you do is look pretty, just distracting him and his men during a discussion.

- Everyday is always a date with him. You never run out things to do together.

- From indoor dinners, movie bingeing, card games, and swimming in your million-dollar penthouse's pool to late night drive down the city, impulsive out of country trips, and trips to his favorite private spot at the beach.

- Although he disappears at times, it is to solely protect you from the dark impulse he had pent up, not wanting to have you around when he has burst outs.

- With you by his side, your relationship is a beautiful adventure.

- You're his escape, a constant reminder that there is still beauty in his life— someone worth holding on to.

♡ DRAKEN — the athlete

- We're not talking the university varsity boy, no.

- A professional athlete.

- You're the first person he looks for after training, and you're always ready to freshen him up.

- You're his number one cheerleader, cheering him on every score he makes and entrance in the court.

- The courtside front row is your throne.

- Wearing his jerseys, showing off that “DRAKEN” text above the number to show off you're his.

- Basically, you're an NBA wife in the making, yes.

- Cameras love you, showcasing the star player's pretty girlfriend.

- Training dates!

- Watching or joining him on training, forcing his personal trainer in getting used to having you around.

- Draken always takes you wherever he has a game, as he considers you his strength during matches.

- and when the team wins, he takes you with them to have a celebration party.

- and to show his gratitude, he'll treat you like a queen for the rest of your trip.

- Buying you anything you'd like, taking you anywhere you want, simply spoiling his number one.

♡ BAJI — the rockstar

- You're the rockstar's girlfriend, congratulations, what's that like?

- It all started when he made a mixtape entirely for you, easily capturing your heart.

- You often attend his band practices, getting a first listen to their singles and recordings.

- He is the bassist. and bassists typically have the reputation of being the favorite one in the band (next to the lead vocalist).

- and he was no exception to that.

- Girls at their live shows go overly crazy for him.

- You knew that, letting their screams of adoration slip as you didn't mind them.

- But throwing their bras at your man?

- Well, that's kinda hilarious.

- Baji just throws them to the vocalist anyways, and continues to play, occasionally keeping eye contact with you in the VIP lounge of the venue.

- Blows you kisses and sends winks, making the fangirls go crazy, thinking it was for them; which, you find particularly funny.

- But they all go silent when the setlist comes down to that one song— the tune he wrote specifically about you.

- He always looked forward to performing it live, as he gets to sing it especially to you in front of a crowd.

- But as the chords started play, with he could only focus on you entirely; pouring his heart into the lyrics as he sweetly offered them to you.

- They may perform it from night to night on different cities, but you'll never get tired of the beautiful masterpiece made for you, and still can't believe is loved by many others.

- You two have your own special bunk in the tour bus so you can share, leaving the other members jealous as they only get to have the cramped beds.

- But they genuinely adore their bassist's girlfriend; welcoming you as one of their best buds.

- Will teach you how to play the bass when you ask, which he'd been secretly hoping for sometime now.

♡ CHIFUYU — the streamer

- You make occasional appearances in his streams to play together, which his viewers love.

- The chat drowning in Hi's and Hello's every time you walk by the frame or leave Fuyu snacks and drinks.

- You're definitely a mod on his Discord server.

- His fans sometimes make edits and fan arts of the two of you, which you save and cherish dearly.

- While there are people who love the two of you together, there's also the ones who resent your relationship.

- Constantly posts you on his story to show em thirsty girls in his DMs that he's taken.

- Takes you to conventions and tournament events as his VIP.

- City walk dates every time he tours, even making a vlog for his channel to treasure the memories.

♡ MITSUYA — the designer

- now THISSSS

- we're talking.

- Firstly, you never run out of stuff to wear.

- Weirdly knows your measurements by heart from how much he's made clothes for you.

- You get first dibs on the first row seats on his runway shows.

- and he dresses you up all pretty too.

- Of course he's giving you the best pieces, almost outstaging his own models

- Complementing and matching outfits are a must everytime you go out together!!!

- You two make the articles and the "best dressed" lists.

- Taking you to runway shows and fashion week events.

- and the best one yet— he took you as his date to the fucking MET GALA when he got invited

- Slayed that event.

- Mitsuya loves spoiling you on trips he goes on.

- Which is a regular occurance. He loves his job so much, as he could do what he loves and still get to spend time with you.

- and your unconditional support means the world to him, he couldn't love you any more.

- Seriously thinking of proposing to you on your next trip to Paris...

♡ SANZU — the pornstar

- His contet started off solo.

- But his impressive performance somehow did amazingly well, making his way to stardom in the industry.

- You knew what he did for a living, cause, well, you were once just a viewer of him.

- So when you two got into a relationship, you didn't hesitate in making content with him when he asked to.

- Now, you have hundreds of thousands of people subscribed to you, with millions of views.

- You put out content at least twice a week but you had your own lives when you put the cameras down, of course.

- You spoil each other a lot with your hard-earned money.

- Mostly, he buys you the cutest lingerie sets you've been eyeing.

- and the most divulging ones he'd die to see on you.

- Getting recognized in public is really awkward, you got used to the— “Oh my god I know those people but I'm not gonna say from where” look.

- Livestreams... he gets feral during these.

- and you do go live regularly as well...

- Getting your pussy fucked on screen real-time is definitely one of the fan favorites.

- and yours, too, cause the donations ask not only to get you fucked by his cock but also some of the items from your impressive collection of sex toys.

- which you've been dying to try out every single one of, and every stream is that window of opportunity.

- One time, a donor asked him to do a line in between your breasts— which he did.

- and he's been obsessed since then, doing it regularly even off camera.

♡ RINDOU — the model

- Model boyfriend Rin... you're one damn lucky soul.

- You're always so mesmerized by his devastatingly handsome physique.

- So when he told you that he did modeling for a living, you weren't so surprised.

- He had quite the following and big brand partnerships, so you felt a little stupid when you didn't recognize who he was.

- Sends you the copies of his latest photoshoot to make it your wallpaper later on

- Always asks for your second opinion and lets you pick the headshots for his cv.

- You're basically his personal photographer, too.

- Loves to include you in his Instagram feed to show off the wonderful woman in his life.

- Well mainly to let the stalkers know he's taken.

- Lets you open brand deal packages with him and try them out together.

- Models' work is very unpredictable and often impulsive. You could be in the middle of lunch when his manager calls in for a photoshoot.

- Just like the other day, he was suddenly called in for a Calvin Klein photoshoot. He didn't wanna leave you alone and so he let you come on set.

- It's always a delight for him to have you at work, as he has all the inspiration he needed to get through the long shoot.

- Absolutely adoring the fresh photos displayed on the screen, beholding the beautiful sight of your boyfriend's fierce expression and poses.

- They let him keep the underwear along with some stuff afterwards, which you definitely tore off of him that night.

- Doesn't have a lot of friends in the industry, but when his close ones are with him, he doesn't make you feel left out, even showing off to them the love of his life.

♡ RAN — the actor

- His debut on the big screen was on a successful Netflix show you'd encouraged him to audition for.

- Since then, he'd have a huge following of people his performance and on social media.

- Your relationship with him isn't a secret but you two don't go flaunting each other either.

- He thought blancing being an actor and your boyfriend won't be an easy task.

- But with your support, you easily carried your relationship together.

- He hated paparazzis eyeing you around. Thankfully, that wasn't always the case. But when it happens, expect him to throw a coat over yourselves for privacy.

- You help him practice his lines at home, in the car, during a dinner date...

- He was beyond happy when you agreed to be his date at the red carpet premiere of his new movie.

- Everyone loved you, and the two of you together.

- On set visits are a regular occurrence. Bringing him food in his dressing room or to simply see your boyfriend and show up for support.

- and well, squeezing in a quickie in there, hopeing his co-stars and bosses didn't hear.

- You're more than alright with him kissing someone else for the film, It'ss his job. But, you just make sure you're not on set for that particular day.

- and he always, always asks you first.

- and when you happen to be on set, you make sure to give him a much, much better kiss when you get home...

- Takes you to award shows. You're automatically his date.

- Giving you the biggest kiss once the presenter announced his name, the camera panning to the two of you as everyone adored the sweet moment.

♡ KOKO — some sort of businessman.

- Owns one of the biggest night clubs in the city

- Along with numerous properties you're not sure what exactly are for...

- Makes deals and favors for people and meets rich personalities regularly.

- Basically, it's how he made a name of himself.

- You two are always at some luxurious hotel, spending the night at the best honeymoon suite after a fancy dinner.

- It makes you feel bad though that you're barely at your mansion, which is also an astonishingly lavish place.

- Shopping dates are your favorite. The both of you love strolling down designer outlets to buy yourselves (or each other) something nice.

- and after these, you bet there's gonna be a Versace on the floor later on tonight 😳😉

- That's not all, dating a rich man is living the premium life.

- He eventually gets you a black card of your own, even putting his last name as yours.

- Regular out of country trips. Craving for some Greek dish? This man takes you to the damn country. There's a summer festival in Bali? He's booking you tickets there. You feel like skiing? He's booking you plane seats to Canada right now.

- You also meet the other rich girlfriends and wives when Koko meets with their men.

- They secretly hate you, mainly for having your hands on the latest designer pieces, having a pass on the most exclusive places, and catching their mans' eyes...

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athenaseden · 2 years ago

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A little Work Wives Au for yall. I am a sucker for Gerald and Joe not existing, Melissa and Barbara meeting at work, falling in love, getting married, and having kids ! No TW here just a whole bunch of family fluff. (Blame my Moesha binge for this.)

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Melissa picks up the infant, quietly telling her not to spit up again as she situates the throw up towel. She just had to change out of a shirt she's been dying to wear and she refuses to have to change this one. Gina is babbling happily on her hip, grabbing at her mother’s hair. The redhead knows being in a rush caused the accident. Her niece is coming over to look after the girls while Barbara and herself go out. Nina dragged her into a double date and last night called to ditch them. Barbara convinced her that they still needed to go and that Toni was already looking forward to looking after their girls. (Barbara didn’t actually have to do much convincing.)

Leaning over the bed, she puts her phone on the side of her purse before checking that she has her wallet one last time. Pulling her hair from the tight grasp of Gina’s little hand, she hears the doorbell ring. “Sounds like Toni’s here, lovely.” The clock on the nightstand displays 6:30 in a glowing red. She could laugh, it’s Toni alright, right on time not a minute before or a minute later. Melissa throws her purse on the opposite shoulder and heads out of their bedroom. Down the hall, she hears her niece greet her wife and ahead of her she sees their toddler making her way to the living room just as fast as her little feet will take her.

Usually, she’d call out to be careful but Barbara beats her to it. Passing the threshold to see everyone, just as her oldest slams into Toni’s legs squealing. Melissa chuckles a little watching the brunette take a step so she doesn’t fall over while pulling away from Barbara’s embrace. Taylor’s squeal causes Gina to make a similar sound, right in Melissa’s ear. Leaning away, she gives her daughter as much of a glare as one can give their smiling infant. She loves their children very much, but at the current moment, she would love 10 minutes of space from them.

The truth is Melissa is hungry and tired and really needs this date night more than anyone can get her to admit. Just an hour or so to breathe. Melissa’s gone back to school, the catch up has been dreadful. Barbara is equally tired, home with both girls and helping Melissa’s cousin, Diane, with various portfolios and other projects for her classroom. Barbara was missing being in the classroom and Annette, Melissa’s cousin, had mentioned her daughter needing some help. Barbara didn’t hesitate. She said yes before Melissa could finish asking.

Across the room, Taylor is begging to be picked up and Barbara is leaving Toni’s side offering her a “Good luck”. Toni has her knee brace on tonight, which means Taylor will not be carried around or picked up for a few hours. Toni hurt her leg in high school as a cheerleader, it was the moment Barbara decided they needed more than one ice pack and heating pad in the house. That decision has since been very useful with their toddler running about and into everyone.

Barbara meets Melissa halfway across the room reaching out for Gina, “Come, dear. ‘M afraid your mother might have you for dinner at this rate.” Although she rolls her eyes, Melissa knows her annoyance with these small things is because she is hungry. Pulling the towel from her shoulder, she offers it to Barbara who shakes her head, “Don’t need it.” A mild disappointed look passes her face, at that but quickly fades away as she sees Toni approaching them.

Before she and Barbara had Taylor and Gina, they had a stubborn teenager. Melissa never wanted Barbara to see her actual family drama but the day Toni showed up at Melissa’s apartment when Barbara was over, it was too late. During those hard months, Melissa saw for the first time just how fiercely Barbara loves. “Hi, Aunt Mel.”

The redhead wraps her arms around the shorter woman’s shoulder, “Hey, hun.” It has been a few months since they’ve seen each other. “Thanks for doing this.” Toni pulls away from the hug with a big smile that tells Melissa, she really did jump at the opportunity. “Of course. Besides I miss you all and wouldn’t pass up getting to see these two again.” Eyes following Toni’s gesture behind herself, Melissa sees Taylor is standing on the couch listening. She gestures for her to sit not stand by pointing down, which her daughter understands and follows.

“Let me show you where Gina’s things are before we leave.” Barbara beacons Toni down the hall first, baby leaning against her chest, thumb in mouth. Melissa scrunches her nose at the back of their heads. Turning around she finds Taylor looking up at her from the couch sadly, eyes wide with her little lip poked out. With brows frowned in confusion, the redhead walks to the couch opening her mouth to ask what is wrong. Taylor speaks before she can, “You and mommy are leaving?”

Taylor has been struggling to fall asleep without being tucked in by them both. Melissa has come home to find Barbara dosing holding Taylor's hand with the child nearly as far gone as her mother. Just as soon as the girl heard her, she was begging to be tucked in and afterward would fall right to sleep. Melissa sits on the couch beside her and smooths out her skirt, tapping it to invite Taylor to sit in her lap. “We are. We will be back in a few hours, ya know.”

Her reassurance has stopped the impending tears but has done little for the already heavy breathing. Sucking her teeth, she pulls her daughter to her chest who then buries her face in her mother’s shoulder. The toddler has had one or both of them home more consistently the last few months than she has since she was a baby herself. Barbara and Melissa have enjoyed it just as much as Taylor which is one of the reasons it's taken them so long to go out. While rubbing her arm, she listens to both the sniffles of the little one in her lap and passing conversation as Toni and Barbara walk toward the kitchen.

“Hey, mommy and I will tuck you in when we get back, okay?” She feels Taylor nod and take a deep shaky breath. She chooses to wait to move until Taylor does or others come back. Mel knows after a minute that her daughter’s calm again, but doesn’t stop rubbing her arm. Just as Taylor separates from her mother, the other three reenter the room. “Ready?” She asks them, Taylor hopping from her lap to walk to them. Before Barbara can nod, Toni pulls out her phone, “Wait, you have to see the pictures of Lily.”

Though she has calmed down some herself, Melissa is still very hungry. In hopes of getting them on the move, she opens her hands to take Gina from Barbara, “Time to say goodbye, Mommy.” The older woman kisses Gina's cheeks before handing her off. Melissa chuckles, taking their daughter and wiping the small lipstick marks off tiny cheeks, replacing them with her own as she walks to the carpet across the room.

She places Gina in her bouncer, shaking the rattle to get the toddler’s attention. Taylor walks up beside them, her own toy in her hand and Barbara’s lipstick on her cheek, looking at her sister first then her mother. “Love you, mama.” she says, hugging her mother’s legs. She makes quick work of kissing Taylor's forehead and replying, "I love you too, belissima." Mel's own forehead against her daughter's. The redhead has known one thing from the moment she and Barbara started planning their life together, this (the girls, the house, and Barbara) is the best thing to ever happen to her.

Toni is putting her phone away, walking away from Barbara over to Melissa and the girls by the time she’s given both a kiss again. Barbara is by the door with her coat on and Melissa's in her hand. As she walks to the door, she can hear Taylor talking to her sister about her own toy and knows she’ll be okay for the next few hours. Turning her back to Barbara, she slips into her coat, waving goodbye before opening the door for her wife. On the way from the door to the car, Barbara reaches over and grabs Melissa's hand, “You’re cute.” Not liking the jab at her facade, she replies rather high pitched, “I just told her goodbye?!”. Barbara simply smiles and kisses her cheek before walking around the car.

3 and a half hours later . . .

They’ve come back to find all three girls asleep on the couch. Toni is startled awake by the door, Taylor by their voices. They took their girls to their own beds, kissing them both goodnight. Melissa made her way straight to their bathroom afterwards. She had brushed her teeth and changed, expecting Barbara to have joined her already when she emerged to their bedroom. Halting her routine, she made her way back to the living room where she found Barbara and Toni on the couch that was pulled out the bed. Leaning against the door frame she watched quietly as her wife told her niece that it was never any trouble to stay the night and that they always enjoyed her company, no matter how unexpected. In the morning, Melissa will check in on Toni. For now, Barbara’s taking the lead. Neither seem to spot her, she’s happy to just watch.

In one last reminder to get her point across, Barbara gently caresses her chin and rests her forehead against Toni’s, “I mean it, sweetheart. You have a home here whenever you need it.” Toni’s voice is small when she replies, “I am good, Auntie I promise.” but still she nods that she understands. Barbara kisses her head, telling her goodnight and stands before she sees Melissa. If it were any other night where they weren’t both exhausted, Melissa might have been wearing a shit eating grin. But she’s not, she’s got tears in her eyes and looking at Barbara with so much love. The older woman wraps her arm around her, walking them both to their room. “You’re cute.” Melissa repeats her line from earlier. Barbara only shrugs. Later, when they’re in bed, with Barbara’s arm around Melissa’s stomach and Melissa’s fingers threaded through her’s, the redhead will mumble, “I got it from you.” and Barbara will know exactly what she is talking about even on her way to sleep because she’s been thinking about it all night.

#work wives #abbott elementary #barbara howard #barbara x melissa #married au #melissa schemmenti

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youranemicvampire · 4 years ago

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My favorite shows and movies I’ve watched in 2020

Not a professional critic or film girl, jus wanna recommend some good stuff. Random order.

Russian doll (2019-)

Natasha Lyonne is a genius. A death loop that gets deeper and more creative every episode and it has only 8 so you can binge it and be satisfied.

The good place (2016-2020)

Comedy and Philosophy? This is the one. It’s one of the shows that i would recommend to every person on the planet so we can all be better people without reading those incomprehensible and inaccessible philosophy books.

The disastrous life of Saiki K. / “” Reawakened (2012-)

The most hilarious anime i’ve seen! And i can’t even explain why. It’s just about a psychic and idk how they made it that funny every single episode. Effortless and Random.

Sex Education (2019-)

America should take notes. Still about s*x, but it’s closer to reality than most American teen shows + It breaks stereotypes. idk how to describe it., this show is cliche, but in a refreshing way?? Weird. It’s good.

Pose (2018-)

Now, This is how you do it. I’ve seen a lot of music/dance-themed shows and movies and most of them are mediocre and inauthentic. Pose has a heart, passion and it stayed true to their culture while casting real gay men and transwomen. Overall, It’s realistic and hopeful at the same time.

Diary of a prosecutor (2020)

A comedy depicting the daily lives of prosecutors. Freaking hilarious. The situations they’ve been, everyone’s comedic timing and reality of being a prosecutor are on point.

Swing kids (2018)

About Korean kids with dreams and passion for tap dancing in a middle of senseless war and divide. A dance movie with an actual good story.

SKY castle (2019)

If you watched Parasite and hyped the f out it, you should do the same with SKY castle. It highlighted greed, Korea’s educational system and mental health by using satire, drama and suspense. A masterpiece. Literally the best Kdrama i’ve watched. I know it’s the 2nd highly-rated show in Korea, but Internationally, very underrated. So watch it! NOW! It’s on Netflix!

Nobody Knows (2020)

Bias included, I watched it for Kim Seo Hyung (The same actress from SKY castle who just won top excellence award for this so you better give her flowers) and stayed for the story. It’s a mystery drama about a cult, importance of good adults in life and empathy. Slow-paced, but never had a dull moment. Full thoughts without spoilers here.

Disclosure (2020)

Watch this so you’ll know representation is not just a “woke” shit. It’s fucking important! It shapes how you perceive reality.

But i'm a cheerleader (1999)

A QUEER FILM CLASSIC. Seriously. It’s on the top of the list of films new queers should first watch. It’s a satire about a lesbian cheerleader in a conversion camp. Funny, cute, entertaining, relatable and happy. Yes, HAPPY! Done with tragic ones.

Black lightning (2018-2021)

Not even a superhero fan, but it gave me adrenaline rush, and made me think. What i also love about this is the parallels with reality. I get it that it’s sci-fi, but isn’t it more engaging if you can imagine it possibly happening in real life. +They treated the wlw storyline as a normal thing as it is.

The L word (2004-2009) / The L word: Generation Q (2019-)

Ok this is not the best show in the world. It’s too white and got A LOT of issues, BUT i’m still gonna recommend it to “new” lesbians like me (R18+) especially when you experience this isolation stage. It’ll make you feel normal. If you don’t wanna watch the original one, i think you can skip to Gen Q because it’s more diverse, has a better treatment of transmen and transwomen and got a lighter tone so far, just watch a summary/recap of the OG.

More recommendations:

2019

2018

2017

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daisies-write · 4 years ago

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hello～! can i request for Gon & Killua dating headcanons please? also love you two and your writings btw💖💘💝

Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck - Dating headcanons

I really have no idea why it took this long to make, I love these babies so much it hurts I-

Can I get them as my bfs plz?🥺🥺

-Yasu

Requested by: @dukinaxael

TW: none, these are wholesome boys right here buddy

Writer: Yasu

Word count: 1125

Gon Freecss

You don’t really remember how it happened in all honesty; a romantic relationship with him would be gradual and it’s just like, you’re friends one day even though you both act so much like a couple and then you just wake up and realize it’s already been a few weeks since you started dating.

I mean, who kisses their best friend good morning and goodbye?

Everyone was constantly on edge with you two, trying to find out what was the exact nature of your relationship, especially Killua.

He’s the one who knocked some sense into Gon.

“Are you dating (Y/N), yes or no?”

Poor boy freeze for a while with his signature smile still on his face and than he just chuckle like:

“Yeah I suppose.”

“You SUPPOSE?!”

That’s it. Killua’s done with Gon’s bullshit.

This genuine angel, blissfully sweet and adorable would treat you so well. It’s in his own way but he’ll always look out for you and have your back, in all and every situations.

Even if he’s usually very oblivious, he’s observant and very in tune with your emotions. He knows whenever something’s up and he’ll immediately do something to cheer you up, be this doing something stupid or going on an adventure with you.

Honestly your relationship isn’t quite different from a friendship.

Dates are always improvised.

“(Y/N), wanna do a picnic today? As a date!”

Doesn’t really care much about PDA. Like he doesn’t mind if you’re uncomfy with it, he just won’t do anything in public. If you’re okay with it, cool!! That means he can kiss you whenever!!

Would always be holding you in some ways.

Hand holding, pinkies locked, clinging to your arm, hugs, cuddles, you name it.

Can be big spoon and little spoon ! He loves having you in his arms so much and talking to you and he can’t get enough of laying on your lap when you both watch a movie or something.

He’d be very invested in your hobbies and just the things you love in general. You like painting, doing sports, music, acting, baking, whatever you might do really, he’s gonna learn right besides you and look closely at what you’re doing.

Gon just think it’s so amazing to see you so excited and passionate. It really makes his heart skip a beat.

I feel like Gon would absolutely use some nicknames/pet names with you but would mostly stick to your name. It feels more natural to him. But there is times where he’ll just use an excessively sweet pet name on you in a joking manner or when he wants you to give up on some activity so you could cuddle with him.

Would randomly buys you gifts. You’re almost 24/7 in his mind so whenever he’s out, he’ll just take you things that made him think of you. Might it be a weirdly shaped branch or a piece of clothing. It really could be anything.

“Here, it’s a heart shaped rock I found on my way here! I thought you might like it!”

You can’t resist his sweet smile and now you cherish the rock and would protect it with your life.

Killua Zoldyck

tsun tsun boy and everyone knows it but him. Point it out when he punches you in the arm after you showed him any type of affection and he WILL punch you again.

How you got together? You made the first move. It takes way too much time for this big dumbass to understand he loves you.

Genuinely thinks you’re just a friend to him until you kissed him on the cheek jokingly one day and he just,,,couldn’t,,,process,,,

It basically hits him like a brick tbh, like “yep man, you fell big time.”

Not much of a difference from before you got together, he always was protective of his friends. Now his soft side is just even softer with you.

Expect a lot of teasing. He really can’t help it. That’s his way of showing love.

“Yo dumbass!” every time he sees you.

Can’t use pet names to save his life, it’s too embarrassing for him. But will definitely enjoy it if you call him “love”. For some reason it makes his heart beat faster and he overall likes it a lot.

He’s baby, big baby, assassin baby but baby anyway. Just kiss his hand and he will be red the rest of the day.

Killua doesn’t like being public in his affections because he’s always scared the wrong person sees you together and indirectly puts you in danger. He’s not wrong, unfortunately.

But behind closed doors? He would cling to you like there’s no tomorrow. You have no idea how much he loves laying down with you and play video games or watch stupid videos with you till 3AM. Little spoon or big spoon depending on his mood and your preferences. He’s fine with whatever as long as you can give him the physical affection he craves (poor boy is touch starved)

Lives to make you laugh and feel happy and good in your skin so you bet that whenever you feel down, he’ll do whatever he can to cheer you up. He might not be the best at it at being a cheerleader but he’s a good listener and will always tell you things in the most straightforward way possible.

“Yeah no, ditch that friend, they sound like a bitch.”

“What do you mean you don’t like your body? You blind now?”

“Y/n, come here. Don’t tell Gon I gave you chocolate and not him, he’ll kill me.”

Personal life coach tho. You don’t know where this boy got all his super good advices (trauma) but you should really follow them, they’re all super useful. He thinks things through twice as much when it comes to you jsut so that he’s sure that he’s helping you as much as he can.

Would totally love styling your outfits. If you were okay with making matching ones with him, he’ll be ecstatic.

Like Gon, he’s super invested in what you love. Will listen to you rambling about any topic with a fond look on his face. Might even try some things with you.

Would die to bake with you for some reason. Killua would really be enjoying doing cookies with his s/o. Especially if they’re Halloween or Christmas themed.

Watch him eat the whole icing before you can even put it on the cookies.

Dates with him would be very casual and lighthearted! He likes them as much as home, binging movies and snacks, as he likes them outside, running around like idiots or jumping in supermarkets carts for fun. Cart races is a must.

You have too many inside jokes with him, it hurts. Kurapika, Leorio and Gon just don’t understand your conversations anymore. You just put your hand on the table and say “waffle” and there’s Killua wheezing all of a sudden.

Honestly, he’s just an amazing boyfriend, 11/10

#hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #killua x reader #gon x reader #hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh 1999 #hunter x hunter 2011 #hunter x hunter 1999 #killua zoldyck x reader #killua imagines #killua zoldyck imagines #gon freecss x reader #gon freecss imagines #gon imagines #x reader #yasu writes #ari reviews

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solo-23 · 3 years ago

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I'd debated about whether or not to post this because it's definitely a rant and there is definitely a lot of negativity, but I need to vent after last night's episode (with some leftover issues from earlier this season, too). If Betty is your favorite and you don't like to read anything negative about her, you will not like this post.

1. The way the voicemail has been blown completely out of proportion by the writers, reviewers, and some shippers is ridiculous. We keep hearing about how it was terrible, emotionally abusive, toxic, and something that Jughead definitely needed to apologize for, but nothing he said was actually out of line. There is absolutely nothing in that voicemail that Betty should have been surprised about, let alone treating it like it somehow turns her into the victim in the fall of Bughead.

It's not surprising that Jughead has now apologized twice for the voicemail, even if he doesn't actually remember all of it, because he knows that it hurt Betty. He can also probably guess what he said because he knows what he feels and how it can be exaggerated when he's feeling depressed or under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Generally if you actually admit what you're thinking or feeling when you know it would hurt someone, you feel bad about it. It doesn't matter if it's true or not, or if you're under the influence. A good person apologizes if they know they hurt someone. Jughead is a good person.

Just a note here, I've seen other people saying that Betty's actions while high should be excused just like people have said Jughead's voicemail should be excused because he was under the influence. Being under the influence DOES NOT excuse the voicemail.

The fact that Betty cheated on Jughead, did continue to sneak around with Archie while debating whether or not she wanted to "officially" pursue him, hid the whole affair until Jughead actually caught on and she had to make up a direct lie to his face or confess, never actually explained anything to Jughead (things like she was the one who stopped the affair, she wanted to stay with Jughead, etc.) even after he asked if they could talk about it, stood him up at Pop's a year later, and then stood him up again at the book release party justify Jughead's voicemail. And he has apologized for it twice.

2. That is why it was so intensely frustrating for Betty to just brush off his apology (again) and then turn the conversation to her, but without actually apologizing for anything. When Jughead mentioned not really being able to remember the voicemail, she could have brought up what bothered her in it so (a) he would know and (b) they could actually discuss the issues, which could have led into Betty actually explaining what happened with the cheating, including how the affair ended, and she could have apologized for that. It still wouldn't have been fully satisfying because Betty never apologizes first for her actions, but it would've been better than nothing. She also could have apologized for standing him up, although at least she explained why she didn't make it to the book release party.

3. However, she still didn't admit to or apologize for giving away Jughead's manuscript. The entire reason Jughead relapsed into drinking and almost plagiarized Cora is because Betty gave Jessica his manuscript. No, Betty does not get credit for "saving" Jughead because she was present when he got a phone call from Samm and admitted that he wasn't the author. She's the reason he was in that position in the first place. Yes, she had been drugged. Yes, Tabitha was present and didn't stop her. No, neither of those things excuse it. It also doesn't excuse her from sharing the voicemail with Tabitha and Jessica.

Why not? She and Tabitha were still shown as functional when all of this happened. Jessica admitted that she drugged them to try to get the manuscript. They were both capable of thinking and arguing. Betty chose to give the manuscript to Jessica. It wasn't until afterward that Betty and Tabitha started being really impacted by the drugs. Jughead's manuscript wasn't Betty's (or Tabitha's) to give away and doing so completely screwed Jughead over.

There are some questions here--did he switch over to his typewriter and that's why there was no backup? did he forget to save a copy on his laptop? did his laptop crash or get lost? who knows, but in the story it doesn't matter. There was one copy and Betty gave it away, placing Jughead in the position of losing his agent or plagiarizing another author.

Also, for playing the voicemail, Jessica had just brought the drugged fries to the table. No one is shown as having felt the effects of the drugs until Tabitha made a comment about being warm after the voicemail is over. Betty had been reluctant to help from the beginning, before Tabitha mentioned the "don't be a Betty" line, and made fairly rude comments about Jughead throughout the episode. I don't think she needs to apologize to Jughead for sharing it, but I also thought that playing the victim and having some people blame it on "being high" was ridiculous.

4. You cannot convince me that Betty cares about Jughead in the slightest when he was telling her he was an alcoholic and he's trying to get better and he's clearly drinking alcohol right in front of her and her response is "I'm an addict, too. I'm addicted to serial killers." She's struggling, yes, and it's good that she's opening up, but if she cared about Jughead at all an appropriate response here would be "So, why are you drinking?" or "are you okay?" Show some sort of concern for someone who is relapsing in front of your face. Jughead does it for Betty when he suggests she should take a break, even though he's in a moral quandary caused by Betty, depressed, and drunk.

Also, no, chasing serial killers is not an addiction in the same way as drugs or alcohol and it's insulting to say they're the same. Chasing serial killers could be described as a compulsion for Betty, or a hyperfixation, but it's not the same. It's difficult, but you can choose to not follow a compulsion without experiencing the often severe physical side effects experienced by actual addicts. I'm glad Betty recognized that she has a problem, but no, that is not an addiction.

5. The entire conversation is extremely awkward. It's clear that it isn't what Jughead had in mind, but his life that he had just been starting to get back together fell apart. He sank to new (or at least different) lows. Betty seemed like she wanted to leave as soon as she got there (understandable given how awkward it was, even secondhand) and disappeared once Jughead was distracted by a phone call. It's understandable, but disappointing. The part that was really frustrating, though, was that after talking to Jughead about how unhealthy her serial killer obsession is and how she's worried about her mom, she still goes out. Alice was passed out on the couch, which Betty paused to acknowledge. That should have been a turning point for Betty and it just wasn't. Screw these writers.

6. I loved that Tabitha and Jughead had mutual apologies, discussed their issues, and genuinely seemed to care about each other. I also loved that Jughead still cares and worries about Betty (frustrating as it is when it seems unreciprocated) because it's so true to Jughead's character.

7. It is absolutely fine and understandable if Betty has moved on from Jughead. She seemed to believe that if he found out about the cheating in their senior year, it would be the end of their relationship. She started shutting him out and trying to move on the next day.

However, as a Jughead fan, it's intensely annoying to see him still struggling with the lack of closure and continuing to have feelings for Betty after all of that. I would have preferred to see either both of them move on, then rediscover each other later (or not, depending on where the show is going), or have Betty be the one who still clearly has feelings for Jughead and have her regret blowing up the relationship.

8. Overall, I hate a lot of what the writers have done this season. I don't particularly like any of the backstories for the characters during the time jump, I don't like each character following a separate plot line(s), the lack of interaction between characters, and how disjointed everything feels.

The mothman plot was interesting, but seems destined for a disappointing end. There have been a lot of missed opportunities to bring storylines together (Jughead went missing while Archie was looking for escaped prisoners, he could have found Jughead; Jughead hitchhiked with a random trucker, even without the trucker attacking him he could have seen clues or found Polly; Sweet Pea or Fangs could have seen Betty playing hooker and organized an intervention instead of having the weird cult plot line; I'm sure there's more). Maybe it'll be better with a binge watch, but I'm having trouble maintaining interest in the final three episodes, let alone rewatching this mess of a season.

BONUS: I was relieved that the Bughead talk did not go with my worst case scenario. Based on the possible B/A return, I was a little bit worried that Jughead would apologize for the voicemail and remember what he said, then talk about how he always knew Betty had feelings for Archie. Betty, who said she'd been "wanting this since high school," would then nod along and say she was sorry for hurting him, but acknowledge those feelings. Then Jughead would ask why they never acted on those feelings after the breakup, Betty would talk about the FWB, and Jughead would go full B/A cheerleader and tell her to give it a chance (like the Pacey and Joey chat about Dawson at Mitch's funeral in Dawson's Creek). I was dreading that possibility and I'm so glad the show didn't go there. I'm sorry if I've given anyone nightmares.

#anti betty cooper #rd fandom negativity #riverdale writers negativity #anti barchie

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didyoubringauntienat · 3 years ago

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Bestie I challenge you: 1-60 for the ask game

wooooow... @stephanieromanoff I’ll get my revenge

what does your wallet look like?

favourite colour?

Red or black

do you own a pride flag, or more than one?

I sadly don't own one

describe your favourite outfit.

A baggy top with some joggers

when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter? how’d she do it?

I honestly can't remember

do you use nail polish?

Nope

do you keep organized?

Nope

ever take naps?

Yeah

who was your first crush?

I think it was a guy in my class called Jack?

what are your crush tendencies? fall hard or often?

I literally have a crush on the bar staff so yeah I fall hard

describe your ideal day.

My ideal day includes having no work needed to be done and no interruptions whilst I binge watch tv and do some diamond art

describe your ideal date.

Dinner and a movie before going on a night time walk

what’s your favorite food?

Cheesy chips

who do you feel most comfortable around?

My friends and my baby brother

what is your favorite compliment to receive?

I don’t like compliments

did you/do you like highschool?

I did to begin with but then I soon hated it

favorite animal?

Dog

do you like your name?

what kind of weather is your favorite?

Sunny but not too sunny that when you’re driving it blinds you

do you believe in horoscopes?

I guess

tell us about your music taste.

I like anything with good lyrics that I can actually understand

have you had your first kiss? if so what was it like?

Yeah I had it when I was four. It was with Jack underneath a post office in nursery. Some girl snitched and the teacher caught us

did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid?

Yeah his name is Mr Ted I’ve had him all my life

what time do you usually wake up/go to bed?

I usually wake up before 12 if I don’t have an alarm and go to sleep around 4am

what dream trip would you take with your wife?

Oooooh I’d go through Europe

do you have any pets?

I have two pugs and a terrapin

what pair of underwear is your favorite?

My white boxers

what makes you smile?

Comedy and hugs

what makes you feel heavy?

My uni work or an argument

what makes you feel better?

Cuddles

how do you show your love?

Touch but if they’re not into it I just let them tell me what to do

when is it time to get a haircut?

When I can afford it

where would you live if you could live anywhere?

Probably somewhere hot like Spain

do your friends and family take good care of you?

I believe so

have you always used the labels you use now?

what makes you laugh?

Literally everything

who is your favorite fictional character?

At the moment probably Fez

who do you admire?

My friends

describe yourself with three words.

Stupid (in a good way), funny and chaotic

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Like 20 minutes

what do you wish you could tell your younger self?

Do get those tinsel looking highlights

what would you do if you won the lottery?

Faint

would you call yourself a romantic?

I’m not sure

what is your gayest childhood memory?

Having a full on breakdown when my mum wanted me to wear a cheerleader outfit to school for world book day as I had started not to like dresses then

do you have tattoos or want any?

I don’t have any but I’d love some

what’s your worst habit?

Smoking when drunk

what are you proud of?

Performing twice at west end (UK version of Broadway)

did you know you’re actually a gift to the world, for real?

No so shut up

what’s your favorite memory?

Meeting my present bestie

do you have a sweet tooth?

Yes

what do you like most about yourself?

At the moment nothing

what makes you fall for a girl?

If they match my vibe

make a recommendation.

Margø on spotify

have you ever had your heart broken?

Yes twice recently

when do you feel most yourself?

When I’m on stage

name a gorgeous celeb.

Jenna Coleman

what are some of your favorite songs this week?

LOVELOST by Margø

tell us 2 of your biggest hopes and fears.

Biggest hopes- that I complete second year and don’t spend all my loan at once this term

Biggest fears- not having my biggest hopes

what flavor of chapstick/lip balm is the best?

At the moment I love my Minnie Mouse one

are you okay?

No but I’ll be okay

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Binge-Watching: Pokemon Johto League Champions, Episodes 4-7

In which we meet a familiar old face, and we explore the many ways how Pokemon are cool to the people in their world as well as in our own.

Up to Bat

So, remember back at the start of Johto when we met that energetic baseball fan Casey and I said I hoped we’d see her again during the Johto League? Well, turns out I didn’t have to wait that long! Everyone favorite Electabuzz cheerleader shows back up to challenge Ash once more in Bug Pokemon catching challenge. And man, I really forgot how much I liked her. In a sense, Casey’s an in-universe representation of Ash’s growth as a Pokemon trainer; for once, he gets to knock some hard-earned advice into the head of someone just as scatterbrained and reckless as he used to be. The way Casey pushes her Chikorita to keep fighting long past the point it needs a break is so reminiscent of who Ash used to be it’s scary. A hundred episodes ago, Ash might have been making that exact mistake with his Bulbasaur. Now, thankfully, he’s grown enough to call Casey out on her mistake and remind her that her Pokemon’s well-being is more important than her immediate goals. He even makes the smart call to lure the dangerous Scyther away rather than risk fighting it around Chikorita. It’s a reminder of how far he’s come, and it gives him a rival character who he actually has a healthy relationship with. How’s that for novel? I’ll betcha that Bayleaf is gonna be quite the contender once we finally reach the league, and I can’t wait to see what else Casey’s got up her sleeve.

The Thrill of Discovery

Let’s get one thing straight: Pokemon are cool. The reason this franchise has survived as long as it has is because the critters at its core are just inherently cool. And they’re not just cool to us: they’re cool to the people who live alongside them in this fictional universe. They may be as common as animals, but the humans of Pokemon are just as intrigued, excited and entranced by these critters as we are. And this chunk of episodes has a couple pretty neat reminders of how the people in this world have just as much fun learning about Pokemon as we do. There’s a pair of bickering researchers who disagree over what type Sudowudo is; it looks like a Grass type, but all the research says it’s a Rock type, so what gives? What I particularly like about this episode is how it portrays the importance of questions and examining things we take for granted, even when they turn out true. Sure, the research was right and Sudowudo was a Rock type after all, but the skeptical scientist was right to notice how weird it was that it could seemingly perform attacks of many other types. Without her desire to find out more, they never would’ve found out that it uses Mimic to copy other Pokemon’s attacks. It’s a well-made argument for challenging assumptions and not letting preconceptions get in the way of finding out the truth, and both researchers come out better for it. From now on, they’ll save their arguing for the stuff that matters and focus on the facts instead of trying to beat each other intellectually. One might even say they learned that... facts don’t care about your feelings? Eh? Oh god I’m so sorry end me now.

Ahem. Yes. Anyway, the next episode speaks directly to my weak spot by reminding me how much I used to love paleontology. Prehistoric animals are freaking cool, what do you want from me? And it strikes me just how much weight is given to Professor Oak’s former student finding a colony of prehistoric pokemon still alive in the nearby reservoir. Because, yeah, it would be a big deal to find living members of a species thought to be extinct for millions of years. Just with Ash and company observing them from afar, their subtle awe makes it feel as momentous as if we discovered a living velociraptor up in Canada. And on the complete other end of the spectrum, the carrier Pidgy delivery service in the next episode serves as a fun way to explore Japan’s artisan culture. So many craftsmen pour their entire lives into their craft, making it their life’s work. But as times change and modernity makes some things more convenient, that level of effort starts to feel obsolete. The carrier’s owner sees the world changing and decides it’s better to shut down his business, since planes and emails can do his work with much less effort and dedication. That way, he can retire peacefully and let his grandson choose a different path. But his grandson still wants to keep the business going; even if it’s outdated, it’s still part of his family’s history, and he’s eager to dedicate his life to keeping the craft alive just like his grandfather before him. It’s moments like these where you can feel how special Pokemon are to the people of this world, how they’re more than just glorified pets or fun sideshow attractions. There’s a real beauty to their place in this fictional world, and it’s a beauty I never get tired of exploring.

Best of Team Rocket

-”I should start reading the sports page.”

-”Now I guess we all have to start using baseball terms.” Accept your fate, Jessie. It was meant to be.

-Okay, the timing on the hot air balloon suddenly burning into nothingness was perfect. Ye gods, my sides.

-Oh my god, the tree costumes. You’ve outdone yourselves this time.

-”Extinct, huh? With a face like that, it’s no wonder.” Jessie is savage today, god damn.

-”Why don’t we come back tomorrow with a bigger tank?” “How do you come up with these incredible ideas?”

-”The victory belongs to the spoiled!”

-”I think we’re in for one shell of a fight!”

-”How should I know? I already had my idea for the day!”

-”It may be cloudy, but our motto always shines through!”

-ahahahaha oh my god this is why you invest in flying Pokemon for aerial battles you dingus

Odds and Ends

-Wow, straight up kidnapping. That’s a new one.

-Shot down by a Venomoth. Ouch.

-Lmaaaao, this show really loves its Beedrill swarms.

-”Don’t worry, it’s just a lame Team Rocket trap.” Ahahahaha, he knows them too well.

-Lol, this guy’s literally just an NPC quest-giver.

-Oh my god, it just clicked: Sudowudo’s name is literally “pseudo wood.” This fucking franchise, I swear to god.

-”I agree, yours is the first hand I’ve held in a while!” Alright, that was smooth.

-”But at least it has good taste in vines.” pfft

-”I don’t know what to believe anymore.” “When you do, let me know and I’ll agree with you.” ffs Brock

-Okay but Sudo and Wobuffet have some sparkling chemistry ngl

-Lol, the squirtle watering can.

-This Sudowudo has so much goddamn personality. He’s such a little shit and I love it.

-”Time to dry up, water girl.” aksdjkdfhskdjf how the turntables have

-”That’s what I used to say to get you off my back!” Lol, nice.

-Wingy, Flingy, Dingy and Norman, huh? One of these things etc etc.

Onward ho. See you next time!

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #pokemon #pokemon gen2 #misty pokemon #brock pokemon #ash ketchum #pikachu #team rocket #meowth

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peachyteabuck · 5 years ago

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celebration (lance tucker x reader)

summary: you apologize to lance for missing an important competition by indulging in one of his favorite fantasies

pairing: lance tucker x reader

words: 1,585

trigger warnings: roleplay, cheerleading fantasy, d/s dynamics

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You can’t tell why you’re freaking out so badly; you’ve been planning this for weeks, every detail meticulously thought out.

You had your friend tailor the waist and bust to accommodate the weight you had gained after college (who knew that when you stopped going to rigorous three-hours a day practices, five days a week, you would go up half a bra size and increase your waistline by two inches). You made certain the tight top hugged you in all the right places and left just enough midriff to tease; you ensured the skirt covered just enough ass to cover just below your ass.

The poms and bows had been unearthed from your mother’s antique-filled basement, white high-top sneakers purchased last week along with a pair of matching socks with cute little frills along the top.

You’d even gone through the grueling process of choosing what underwear you’d don. Should you go for something sexy and sweet (lace)? Or simple and innocent (cotton)? No matter the fabric, what color? Or did fabric influence color? Should you do something similar to the black and forest green of your uniform, or play it safe and wear a color you know Lance loves? Would Lance even mind if the color of the panties he was definitely going to be ripping off didn’t match the rest of your outfit?

After three episodes of Great British Bake Off-worth of heavy contemplation, you ended up choosing a cotton, baby pink pair Lance has never seen. They’re cute, but not too cute. They’re sexy, but not too sexy. It’s the perfect balance of eroticism and innocence. Also - they show the cute little patch of slick that forms when you’re ready to get absolutely railed.

Regardless of all your preparation, you’re nervous. Very nervous. Your heart beats against your ribs and your hands shake. Each breath in is sharp, each one out is shaky. Every few moments you look yourself up and down once more, readjusting the bow or retying your shoes or contemplating fixing your eyeliner or smoothing down the acrylic fabric of your skirt. The latter seems to be the least helpful, as the plastic doesn’t do much to absorb the sweat that’s collected on your shaky palms.

The only thing that distracts you is the familiar bing! from your phone. Lance’s name flashes across the screen, right above his message.

be there in 15

Another, a few seconds later.

just leaving the gym

Exactly seventeen minutes and forty-five seconds later, you can hear his car pulling into the driveway. You can see him walking up the pristine, white cement walkway from your bedroom window, pulling back just enough that he can’t see you.

Leaning against the wall, you try and slow your breathing as you hear your boyfriend unlocking the front door.

“Babe!” He calls once it opens, dropping his heavy gym bag on the ground with a loud thump! before placing his keys in the small bowl just inside the threshold.

Slowly, carefully, you place yourself at the top of the stairs. “Yes Coach?”

Lance doesn’t look up for a few seconds, looking for his phone or wallet or something else in his pockets. The seconds are tense, your heart racing at a rabbit’s pace as you wait for his eyes to meet yours. When he does, time seems to freeze as his brain processes the scene in front of him. As Lance’s breaths get deeper and slower, you can see the insatiable lust you’ve come to know and love push him into delirium.

His mumbles slack-jawed with watery eyes, “God, baby, you- “

All you can do is chew the inside of your cheek, twirling a strand from your ponytail around your fingers and biting your lower lip. “Do you like it?”

In an instant, Lance has you thrown over his shoulder as he carries you to your shared bedroom. There, he throws you onto the bed, which remains unmade from when he left earlier that morning.

As he pulls back, eyes ablaze and jaw tense, he laughs darkly. “Oh darling,” he muses, tone almost animalistic.” What should I do with you? Should I take this,” he leans to rub the material of the neckline between his middle finger and thumb. “Off?”

Lance reaches under your skirt to run his fingers over your panties. As he feels the wetness already pooling between your legs, soaking the cotton there, he moans. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t we? Bet you want me to fuck you right here in this uniform, don’t you?”

Heat floods your body, replacing all nervousness in your veins. “Whatever you want, Coach.”

That, that name again, it stops him, and you can see him tensing the muscles in his arms. In a moment fueled by adrenaline and an insatiable hunger for the man you love, you get up on your knees to paw at the tent in his gym shorts. You kiss around it before stopping just above the waistband. “Whatever you want.”

A beat passes before Lance becomes animalistic, growling at your hips and picking you up to slam you against the mattress. He still hasn’t spoken, your actions rendering him speechless.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you ask, eyes wide to feign innocence.

A husky laugh escape Lance, interrupting the kisses he was leaving up and down your neck. “Call me Coach, darling.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Do you like it, Coach?”

Lance laughs in a voice you’ve never heard come from him before, one hand moving under your skirt as you lock eyes. “Fuck yeah I do.”

His fingers push the soft fabric aside and run them up and down your dripping slit. The two of you moan in unison as he sinks into your wet heat, your walls clutching onto him. Lance’s movements are fervent, fingers quickly finding that special spot inside of you. “God, you’re such a good girl, such a good slut for me - getting so fuckin’ wet like this. You thinking about me pounding that pussy? Fuckin’ love the way you feel around just my fingers,” You release a high-pitched whine as his thumb rubs over your swollen, desperate nub. “Oh, baby, you want your Coach’s cock inside of you? Want me to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk? Or should I taste you, with my tongue on your clit and you spread out all cute as I lick at you until you can’t stand it anymore?”

“All of it!” You scream, frantic for more than just his fingers. “Fuck me until I can’t even talk, Coach, please!”

Lance bites down on your neck as he adds a third finger, still rubbing at your clit. You cum quickly and loudly, deep sounds dirty and downright pornographic. In the hazy pleasure that floods your senses, you don’t notice him freeing his aching cock from his annoyingly-red work attire, and the feeling of him pushing into you forces your eyes to the back of your head and a new, even lewder noise leaves your throat.

Your hands try to find purchase on the cool, white sheets before latching onto Lance’s back, your baby pink nails leaving blistering, deep red lines down his toned back. With each thrust your boyfriend becomes that much more eager, than much more restless for release – and as he bottoms out his perfect teeth bite into the collarbone not covered by the uncomfortable fabric of your top.

“Beg me to cum,” he hisses. “Tell your Coach how bad you want to come.”

“Oh, fuck, Coach!” you scream. “Oh my god, please let me come! Please make me cum, oh my God I need it please Coach I need it!” Lance moves a hand down your sternum and rubs at your clit with the pad of his thumb. It seems he can’t speak anymore, too focused on watching his cock move in and out of you with the skirt bunched up at your hips. Another orgasm, one that nearly blinds you as you lithe on your shared bed, rips through you while Lance continues to fuck himself in and out of you to chase his own.

His teeth gnash as he comes, a low groan coming from deep within his chest. The pleasure that floods his veins is all-consuming – so much so that it takes all of his will-power to not collapse right there and then, leaving the mess he made of you to your own devices.

Somehow, somewhere, he finds it in himself to pull out of you – an action that makes you both groan at the loss of contact. He makes it about three feet before you’re reaching for him to come back to bed, you know he’ll change the sheets tomorrow anyone.

“I love you so much,” Lance whispers into your shoulder – still clothed in your uniform. You giggle as you run your hands through his soft, sweaty hair.

“I told you!” You scold. “I told you I’d make it up to you for not being able to go Nationals with you.”

Lance kisses your collarbone, his wet hot tongue trailing over the bruises he’s left there. “I mean, yeah but I didn’t think it’d be this.”

You smack him lightly as you snort. “Psh, like I’m gonna forget your number one fantasy.”

Your lover doesn’t respond, instead kissing where the opening you didn’t realize he’d torn in your top exposes your breasts.

“Ready you round two?” You gasp out when you feel his fingers dip into you once more.

“Oh, Hell yeah.”

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker #tucker #lance tucker x reader smut #sebastian stan x reader smut #lance tucker x reader imagine #lukis writes stuff #why did it take me so long to finish this LMAO #but it's week THREE of a weekly fic #i feel so proud of myself lmao

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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colour me blue, chapter three (branjie) - holtzmanns

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But now, Vanessa gets to be part of it, too. She gets to show Brooke her favourite places to eat, her favourite places to go. She can introduce Brooke to her own friends that she’s beginning to reconnect with, bring her to work and get her the friends and family MAC discount because Brooke’s always complaining about the amount of makeup she has to buy for ballet.

She can take Brooke on a date.

That is, if Brooke wants to.

AN: If you’ve made it to this chapter, the epilogue, thank you. This story was a rollercoaster to write, and I am so grateful for all the sweet comments and feedback on it. I dunno if I would delve into subject matter like this one again, but it’s definitely pushed me to follow through on stories and become a stronger writer in the process. Special thanks to barbie and writ for being wonderful cheerleaders with this story, I love you both <33

“Three life sentences later and I’m free!” Vanessa throws her arms up in the air, nearly losing control of the walker that she’s started to need less and less every day.

“Mija, keep your voice down. Everyone in the lobby’s looking over at us.” Vanessa’s mother swats at her arm as they walk out the front doors of the hospital, ones that she’s not going to have to see for a long, long time.

Well, until her next appointment with her cardiologist. But still.

“I can’t. This is some Shawshank Redemption level shit. I’m finally outta here.” Vanessa ducks out of the way when her mom tries to swat at her shoulder again, nearly ramming into Brooke on her other side, who’s trying hard to keep from laughing.

Brooke can’t help it, though, a little giggle escaping from her lips, and Vanessa can’t help but wink back because she’s happy, so happy.

She’s made it through the months of rehab after her transplant, the endless therapy to gain her strength back. Learning to walk again, getting her voice back and stronger than before, being able to do things by herself the way she should be.

Vanessa feels powerful.

Sure, she’s still going to have appointments that she needs to go to, more check ups and physiotherapy to make her body even stronger, but it doesn’t matter. Because finally, finally, she’s going to have more to life than a hospital room.

Vanessa already has, in a way, with Brooke around. Dropping by the rehab unit after her ballet training, telling Vanessa all about how she’s been building her own strength back up, too. Bringing in different snacks each time for the two of them to try together while they binge watch more trash TV. Cheering Vanessa on as she practices walking in physio, as she’s able to do more and more every single day.

She can take Brooke on a date.

That is, if Brooke wants to.

They drop Vanessa’s mom at her house - technically Vanessa’s house too, after she’d had to move back in a couple of months before being admitted to hospital. When she hadn’t been able to clean her apartment anymore, make herself dinner, because she’d become weak and tired before finishing either. When her heart couldn’t take the strain of simple household tasks any longer.

In rehab, she’d practiced cooking again with her occupational therapist, practiced getting dressed on her own. Practiced all the little things that someone should be able to do on their own, abilities that had slipped from Vanessa’s grasp as she had become weaker and weaker. But now? Vanessa’s stronger. She has to take it slow, yes, but she’s getting there. She can do things on her own again.

The prospect of independence makes Vanessa feel limitless. She doesn’t need others to do simple tasks for her anymore. She can take care of herself, hell, she’s been cleared to go back to work. She’s not reliant on anyone anymore, which means that she can move back out again soon, too.

Not that she’s been at her mom’s house in months, what with being in hospital and all. She just doesn’t want to stay, to stagnate.

Brooke looks at Vanessa from the driver’s seat after they drop the hospital bags with Vanessa’s belongings in them in the front entrance. It’s been months since Vanessa’s gotten her heart, months of her getting stronger and stronger and more independent, but Brooke still looks at her with a dusting of awe on her features. Like she can’t quite believe that she’s looking at her, that she’s there.

Brooke’s gazes are always filled with emotions that Vanessa can’t quite decipher, but ones that are enough to make the heat rise to her cheeks, have her heart (her new heart) turn over in her chest. Because there’s so many unsaid things between them, so much that they haven’t talked about because they haven’t had the chance to, but now that Vanessa’s out of the hospital?

They’re going to have the chance, and the time. Endless time, time that had felt like it was being snatched away while Vanessa was in the hospital.

But not anymore.

“So, where do you want to go?”

Brooke’s question makes Vanessa pause. Sure, Brooke’s asking about options for lunch. But the question feels so much deeper, like it could be about everything in Vanessa’s life.

Where is she going to go? What is she going to do?

The possibilities feel endless. She’s going to go back to work because she misses it, being able to put people together with a handful of products. Maybe she’ll start working out again once she gets cleared to do so from her doctor. Maybe she can watch Brooke dance, maybe Brooke can teach her some dance steps herself.

Vanessa’s life isn’t restricted anymore. She can make her own decisions, have the chance to try out different things.

But for now, for the first choice she’s going to make with her newfound freedom?

“Let’s get some Chipotle.”

“Can I look yet?”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Vanessa twirls in place before flopping back on the mattress in front of Brooke, dropping the makeup products in her hands into the bed. “I ain’t done. You still need glitter.”

“Glitter?”

“Yes, glitter. This ain’t gonna be a boring look. Now stay still.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow but acquiesces, letting Vanessa dust her cheek lightly with her finger. Vanessa can feel the familiar routine of doing makeup settle into her bones, make everything feel like it should, the way it used to.

Vanessa’s had a couple of shifts back at work - not too long, only half days to start - but they’ve gone well. She’s able to restock the shelves, do makeup on clients, stay on her feet for hours at a time. Each step she’s able to take feels like she’s dreaming, like she shouldn’t be able to.

But Vanessa is. She finally is.

Brooke had picked her up from work today since she’d had the day off, intent on spending the evening eating comfort food and watching TLC. But then Brooke had seen the coloured liner on Vanessa’s lids, the dark lipstick and she’d brought up the question that she’d asked months and months ago, back when they were both still sharing a hospital room.

You’d said you’d do my makeup one day, remember?

And so Vanessa’s gotten Brooke sitting ever so still on her bed, mapping out her face like a canvas with contour and highlight and cut creases. She feels like she’s on a roll, like she never wants to stop, not when Brooke is her favourite new client. The most beautiful client she’s ever seen, one who still gives Vanessa soft little butterflies in her chest even after months and months of knowing her.

Vanessa brushes some excess setting powder off of Brooke’s cheeks, removes the clips in Brooke’s hair that have been holding her locks out of the way. She can’t help the little noise of excitement that she lets out, poking Brooke’s shoulder until she turns around and faces the mirror.

“Done.”

Brooke opens her eyes and looks in the mirror, and the gasp that leaves her mouth makes Vanessa want to dance around.

“Holy shit, Ness. You’ve made me look good.” Brooke’s turning her face slightly, looking at it from all angles. “How did you give me cheekbones?”

“You’ve always had cheekbones. Real easy to make you look good when the source material is already so beautiful.”

It’s true. Vanessa’s seen Brooke in all sorts of states. In the hospital, makeup free, hair mussed. In her stage makeup, looking like a doll in pointe shoes. Sleepy when she wakes up from a nap, makeup smudged on her face no matter how many times Vanessa tells her to take it off before she passes out. Somehow always perfect.

But Brooke’s cheeks flush crimson at her words just the same, her eyes ducking down. It’s still thrilling somehow, the fact that she’s known Brooke for what feels like ages yet some things still feel so new, so unexplored. Mostly because life had kept them from getting the chance to do so - the hospital stays, the near death moments that took a little bit more precedence over getting to flirt with Brooke the way she wanted to.

But not anymore. And Vanessa’s going to take it.

“Shut up.” Brooke’s cheeks are still pink but Vanessa can see the pleased look in her eyes, the way she keeps glancing up at her reflection.

“Prettier than every single one of those models in the MAC makeup ads.” Vanessa leans on Brooke’s shoulder - not because she’s tired or needs to rest, but because it’s nice. Comfortable.

“Liar.” Brooke’s smile is soft when Vanessa lifts her head back up, and Vanessa realizes how close they’re actually sitting.

Vanessa gives her a cheeky grin back, one that makes Brooke’s smile grow. Vanessa loves the sight. “Never lied in my whole life, Miss B.”

“You lied to your nurse that one time when you hid a bag of potato chips as a snack in your bedsheets.”

Vanessa sticks out her tongue at Brooke, making her crack up. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

Vanessa notices how long Brooke’s eyelashes are when they settle into a silence, when Brooke grabs her hands and starts to draw patterns all over her palms.

“I remember when I’d hold onto your hand when sitting in your room in the ICU, months ago. You wouldn’t squeeze back, asleep and all that. But your hands were still warm. Your pulse was beating by your wrist.” Brooke’s voice is soft and she doesn’t look up, continues tracing along Vanessa’s lifeline, her heartline. “It made me believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. If your body was still fighting that hard to keep going.”

“Can’t keep me down for nothing.” Vanessa puts a finger under Brooke’s chin, lifts her face up to look at her. She can still see the residual haze behind her eyes, made up of the weeks and weeks of uncertainty that they’d both gone through, so close to having everything go wrong, despite the fact that it’s been months since then. Months of Vanessa healing more and more.

The fear is still there.

“I’m still here. And I ain’t going anywhere. Not now, not when I have you.” Vanessa pauses after the words leave her, because-

Does she have Brooke?

Conceptually, Vanessa knows that she does. She knows that Brooke’s become her best friend and favourite person to talk to and spend time with and she never ever wants to lose her, but-

But then Brooke kisses her, grabs her face with both of her hands and her lips are soft, so soft and Vanessa can’t help but gasp when they break the kiss, when Brooke’s forehead is against hers and they’re both trembling slightly.

Vanessa looks up, her lips parting unintentionally and Brooke’s eyes are as wide as hers, her chest rising and falling and she looks like she’s about to apologize, pull back, and Vanessa can’t help but close the distance between them once more.

Kissing Brooke feels like the first time Vanessa had gotten to walk without a walker again. An action so new, so novel, one that makes her pulse race and her head spin, but also one that feels familiar. Like home. Like this is what they’re meant to be doing, what they both deserve. Brooke tightens her arms around her waist, pulls her closer and Vanessa’s never felt like she’s fit anywhere better than within Brooke’s embrace.

Vanessa pulls back and Brooke’s face is lit up brighter than the sun and the little laugh that leaves her is one that feels like a bit of release, one that they’ve both needed for so long. Vanessa almost doesn’t want to let go of Brooke, move farther back from her ever again, because it feels right. Safe. Like home.

Brooke’s her home.

Not the hospital, not her mom’s house. But rather her home is a person, someone who’s taken over her heart despite her objections, who’s been through so much with her.

Vanessa never wants to let her go.

“I wanted to do that for so long.” Brooke whispers the words, as if speaking any louder will break the spell and shatter whatever is keeping them in each other’s grasp.

Vanessa presses a little kiss to the corner of Brooke’s mouth because she can’t help it, can’t keep herself back. “Why didn’t you?”

Brooke shoots her a look. “Why do you think?”

“What, that little hospital stay?” Vanessa waves a hand airily, holds back a laugh when Brooke raises an eyebrow. It’s not joking material yet, not really. But almost.

“I don’t think your old dinky little heart would have survived a kiss from me, do you?” Brooke snickers and Vanessa feels her own mouth drop open.

“As if.” She shoves Brooke’s shoulder but can’t help but giggle too, join in Brooke’s laughter.

“Imagine if I’d kissed you and your heart rate monitor sped up and started beeping faster. That would have been hysterical.” Brooke looks smug, too smug, and Vanessa groans at the thought.

“God, don’t even start. That would have been embarrassing.” Vanessa shudders, then pauses. Because sure, back then, Vanessa would have cared, but…

“Feel it now.” Vanessa grabs Brooke’s hand from where it’s resting on her waist, presses it on her chest.

Above her heart. Her new, working heart that’s beating strong, so strong, pumping blood and oxygen around her body and keeping her alive. Letting her kiss Brooke.

Brooke’s hand is warm under hers, pressing to the side of her breastbone and her lips part, her eyes widening. “It’s fast.”

“All you, baby.”

Now that they’re both out in the open with what they’ve been holding back (Brooke’s kissed her, kissed her), the words feel natural rolling off of Vanessa’s tongue. Like she’s been keeping so many things back from Brooke for her own good but now she can tell her, have her know that she cares.

Vanessa drops her head against Brooke, their hands still pressing above her heart and it feels so right, so perfect. As if today hadn’t been their first kiss but more like their hundredth, as if they’ve been like this forever. She fists her hands in Brooke’s shirt, relishing in how close she is, how she can almost feel Brooke’s breathing.

“I’m glad we’re here now.” Brooke lifts her head up before leaning in to kiss her again but Vanessa pauses, pushes her back slightly.

“Hold up. I know it’s liquid lipstick, but you’re gonna make it smudge. That took real effort.”

Brooke snorts. “Don’t care.”

Vanessa can’t even protest when Brooke leans in again, because the heart beating fast in her chest may not be hers, but it’s strong. It’s showing her that she’s alive, how lucky she is, and how Brooke has captured it and made it hers, one hundred percent. Something Vanessa doesn’t want to change for the world.

Vanessa won’t have to, not when Brooke’s holding her this tight, this close. Not after they’ve both made it through the worst of the worst to get here, coming out the other side with two beating hearts that are in sync, the way they’ll always stay.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #hospital au #lesbian au #colour me blue #holtzmanns

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