#you done fucked up a-aron

[reformed-misfit]

When your dockmaster quits because the overlords raised all rates by 9%, except his pay.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Prepare to cry because I am.

She's so excited and hopeful and happy!

He's dazed and a little confused. And feeling strange.

The way his voice cracks on this line fucking WRECKS ME.

She's so excited and happy for him! The spell is broken! The curse is cured! He's on his way of being human again!

He doesnt know what the fuck you're talking about babe.

The light is hurting his eyes. The brightness of it on his skin is burning, the hope flaming In front of him is bursting like a supernova.

He's discombobulated. He's dizzy. He's damn near human again.

She's so fucking happy.

The fucking PAIN IN HIS EYES.

He breaks the kiss and goes back to being scaley and galaxy eyed.

Back to the curse.

Because it's safe.

Fucking hell, his utterly broken expression. Fighting back tears, grasping at the trembling semblance of normalcy.

He's in disbelief, but he's trying to keep the shred of hope he had.

She kissed him right?

She came back to him right?

She's.... his....

Right?

Oh no.

[molliemoo3]

The fact you can get 3rd in f3 and be the 2nd highest place rookie, and still get dropped by your driver academy is a pretty fucking awful look for driver academies

[bittwitchy]

cw anti st*ggy and st*cky joke:

its funny how much i hate st*ggy considering i also dont like st*cky romantically

[scoonsalicious]

10.4 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, brief mentions of sexual situations.

Word Count: 3.6k

Previously On...: Bucky ran to Lily for comfort after running out on you. Despite her best efforts, Bucky realized he done fucked up, A-aron.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Everything but this and all of you is shit right now, lol.

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After Bucky had stormed out of The WarZone that evening, you had tried to call him. Dozens of times. At first, he’d declined the calls, but soon, they went straight to voicemail, and you knew he had turned off his phone. Either that, or he’d blocked you. 

You knew he would be upset when he saw the contents of that envelope, but for him to make those accusations of you, and then to run away without even giving you an opportunity to speak or explain yourself? To say you were pissed off would be an understatement. So, you did the one thing that came to your mind as a way of dealing with the pain and frustration you were feeling: you went home and drank.

You’d been obsessively staring at her phone screen as you put back glass after glass of wine, willing Bucky to call you and apologize, to text asking for your side of the story, for anything, really, but after hours of his silence, you finally had enough and composed a single message to him:

>> When you’re done with your temper tantrum and want to talk like a grown up, you know where to find me.

Probably not the most mature thing you could have done, but you had been drinking, after all. Besides, it’s not like it had mattered; he’d never answered, anyway. You’d probably never hear from him again. That thought, amplified by the alcohol, had sent you down a dark tunnel of tears and ugly sobs. You honestly couldn’t remember ever crying this much over a man– not even when you’d found out about Connor’s affair, and you’d been married for nearly a decade; no, that had felt more like a relief, like finally having an answer to a question that had been stumping you for ages. But now, here you were, a blubbering mess over a man you hadn’t even known for a full week. 

You weren’t sure what hurt the most about it: the fact that he thought you went looking for that information, the words he’d said to you, or the way he ran out without even hearing your side of things. You didn’t even have the bandwidth to consider the betrayal of him going through your private papers.

There had just been so much potential with Bucky. So much promise. It could have been something beautiful and amazing, and now, it was over before it had even had a chance to really begin. And that just made you sad. Sad, and lonely. Maybe you’d finally get yourself a cat. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Perhaps it was finally time to embrace your destiny as a spinster cat lady, just like your mother had always threatened since your divorce. Why fight the inevitable?

A soft knock at your door took you out of your depression spiral. You quickly glanced at your clock– 10:45 pm. Far too late for a social call. Most likely, your nextdoor neighbor, Jeremy, had locked himself out of his apartment and wanted to hang out at yours until maintenance came by with the master key, again. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you made a move to stand, but the alcohol sent a wave of dizziness through your system and you almost fell stumbling back down to the couch. This time, you moved more slowly, holding on to furniture for support as you shuffled toward the front door. When you made it about half way, you heard a voice from the hallway that definitely did not belong to Jeremy. You froze.

“Sugar? Are you there? Will you open up, please?” 

Shit. What the fuck was Bucky doing here? You couldn’t possibly talk to him right now– your face was an absolute mess from crying and you were still so drunk. And what if he was still angry? 

You considered your next course of action. Opening the door was a no go– any conversation could only end in disaster. For the same reason, you couldn’t try to talk to him through the door. Knowing the effect he had on you, it would probably only be a few minutes before you were letting him in, begging him to fuck you. No, the best thing to do would be to retreat to your bedroom and hide until he went away. Maybe he would just assume you weren’t home.

Yes, that was the way to do it. To your wine-soaked brain, this seemed entirely logical.  You turned to head back into your bedroom, but you missed-stepped and banged your shin into one of your end tables.

“Fuck,” you hissed in pain, trying to keep your voice down as you rubbed what would no doubt become a spectacular bruise.

“Doll?” Bucky called from the hallway. “I know you’re in there. I just heard you. Please let me in. I just want to talk to you.”

Damn it. 

Without another thought, you hightailed it back into your bedroom, throwing yourself under the covers. Just hearing the sound of his voice through the door brought back the memory of his tirade from earlier in the day, and the words he’d spoken to you:

“You wanna know how many people I killed that didn’t make it into those files, because I promise you, sugar, there’s a hell of a lot. You want to know about the time Hydra sent me to kill an ambassador, told me to leave no witnesses, and I took out his wife and his two kids, too? ‘Cause they couldn’t have been more than ten years old. That kind of thing get you off, doll?”

The rage in his voice had been palpable, and if you were being honest, it had scared you. Not the rage, itself. You knew he was capable of it. No, what had frightened you was how quickly he had turned that rage on to you.

The thought brought a fresh wave of tears, and before you knew it, you were crying yourself into a fitful, restless slumber.

*

There was an incessant pounding coming from the living room that echoed the pounding in your skull. Moaning, you rolled over and picked up your phone to glance at the time. 1:47am. The pounding persisted, and it took your now hungover brain a moment to realize someone was knocking on your front door. 

With a groan, you shoved your head under your pillow, hoping whoever was there would go the fuck away and leave you to die in peace. 

“Ms. (Y/L/N), it’s the NYPD; please open your door.” Well. That got your attention. Sitting bolt upright, you jumped out of bed and nearly tripped trying to get to the door in a hurry. 

You checked the peep hole, making sure it actually was one of New York’s finest, and opened the door. 

“Can I help you, officer?” you asked, leaning against the door frame.

The officer gave you the once over and smirked, and it was then you remembered you’d chosen a pair of boyshort panties and an off-the shoulder cropped Army t-shirt for your pajamas that night. With a scowl, you crossed your arms over  your chest. 

“Are you “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” the officer asked, obviously amused by your discomfort. 

“I am,” you nodded. “What is this about?”

“Do you know this man?” the officer stepped aside, revealing Bucky, who was standing sheepishly off to the side of the door where you hadn’t been able to see him at first.

“Hey, doll,” he said with a shameful half smile and small wave.

“One of your neighbors found him sleeping against your door and called us. He claims he’s your boyfriend and he was just waiting for you to let him in. Since he’s an Avenger, I figured I’d give him a chance to prove his story before I booked him for trespassing.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. You were far too hungover to be dealing with this right now. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you clarified, and you didn’t miss Bucky’s face falling at your words. “But we are dating.” You stood back from the doorframe, making some space. “Come inside,” you told him with an exasperated sigh.

Bucky gave the officer an “I told you so” smirk and shoulder checked him before going inside your condo. You rolled your eyes at the childish display of machismo. You thanked the officer and moved to close the door, but he put a hand out, preventing you from closing it.

“Are you going to be safe if I leave you alone with him?” he asked you in a low voice, all trace of his earlier smirk gone. “Do you have any reason to fear for your life?”

You couldn’t help it– you snorted in laughter. “God, no,” you said. Yes, Bucky’s anger had frightened you, but you couldn’t believe he would ever go so far as to actually hurt you. He just wasn’t that kind of man, right? “I promise you, officer, I’m perfectly safe with Mr. Barnes. I mean, he’s an Avenger.”

The officer nodded. “Just making sure, miss. My partner and I will stay in the area; if there’s any trouble, call 911 and we’ll be nearby.” You thanked him for his concern, but assured him it wouldn’t be needed. He tipped his cap to you and headed for the elevator. 

You closed the door and leaned against it with a sigh. You needed to get some liquid in you. Immediately. 

Without sparing a glance at Bucky, who was standing by your coffee table, studiously avoiding looking at you,  you made your way into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you said eventually, keeping your back to him as you ran the glass under your refrigerator’s water dispenser.

“Yeah… I wasn’t sure what to say to him to get him to let me stay,” he said, and his voice was closer now; you could tell he’d followed you to the kitchen.

“What are you doing here, Bucky?” you asked. You took a couple of sips from your glass before finally turning to face him. He looked… rough. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were red-rimmed, as though he, too, had spent some of the last several hours crying. 

Bucky swallowed thickly. “I came to apologize if you’ll let me,” he said, looking intently at your face. “Shit, sugar– have you been crying? Did I– fuck– I made you cry, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, doll.”

You let out a short bark of a laugh. Part of you wanted to throw your arms around him, bury your face into his shoulder, and never let him go, but what he had said to you earlier in the day was… well, it was horrendous and uncalled for, and you couldn’t, out of respect for yourself, just let it slide without some kind of explanation, and some real groveling.

“Explain yourself,” you said shortly, crossing your arms over your chest once again, as though putting a physical barrier between the two of you. 

Bucky swallowed and moved back toward your living room and began to pace. You followed, keeping a decent amount of distance between the two of you.

“I freaked out when I saw what was in that envelope,” he said. “As you no doubt know by now, I did a lot of shit, back when Hydra had me, that I’m not proud of. I’m… well, I guess you could say ‘sensitive about it’ would be an understatement. I carry a lot of guilt for what they made me do, and a lot of shame. Ever since I…” he paused, mulling over his word choice, “came back to myself, for good, I’ve been trying to make amends for all the harm I caused. To make things right. I know I can never erase all the pain I inflicted, bring back the people I killed, but I try to… to make things better. Where I can.”

He slumped down into one of your armchairs, a look of defeat crossing his handsome features. “It’s never going to be enough,” he sighed. “I know that. There are always going to be people who look at me, and only see the Soldier. No matter what I do, how much I atone, or how many lives I save, they’ll never see Bucky Barnes.”

“I told you from the beginning, Bucky,” you said, leaning against the wall that divided the living room from the kitchen, “it was obvious to me that you were blameless. A victim. And so, for you to accuse me of getting off on—”

“I know, sugar,” Bucky interrupted. He was looking up at you with sorrowful eyes. “I never should have accused you of that; I was an ass. I was…” he averted his eyes, embarrassed to admit this next part to you. “I was afraid.”

“Afraid.” You rolled the word around on your tongue. “Bucky, you’re a super soldier. A fucking Avenger. What the hell do you have to be afraid of?”

“I was afraid that if you saw the real me, what I had done, you’d run screaming in the other direction,” he admitted without looking back at you. “Or, that the only reason a dame like you could be interested in a guy like me was because you were attracted to the darkness. To the monster. That it wasn’t actually me you were into, but the Soldier.” He finally looked up at you in time to see the puzzled look you gave him.

“It happened before,” he said, voice low and shamed. “There was this girl– her name was Jessica– and I thought I was in love with her, you know? Thought maybe I’d finally found my person. Was gonna ask her to move in with me but, turns out she just had a thing for the Soldier. She got off on the violence of it.” He looked down at his vibranium hand, flexing and unflexing his fist. “The old one did so much damage. They had me use it to hurt so many innocent people, and then I found out she searched for Winter Soldier choke porn on my computer. This thing that had caused so much pain, brought me nightmares, that woke me up screaming at night, and it was her fucking kink.” 

He looked back up at you, eyes desperate and pleading. “I couldn’t stand to go through something like that again. Not with you, Major. Especially not with you. So, I panicked, and I was an ass, and I hurt you before you could explain, because I didn’t want to give you a chance to hurt me.”

You sighed and moved away from the wall. He was weakening your resolve to be pissed at him by the second. In fact, your heart was breaking for him. 

“And now I’ve ruined things between us,” he said, “before they even really had a chance to begin.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am, and I understand if you don’t want to forgive me. I was awful. I just… I just want you to know that I’ll always look back on the time we spent together as some of the best days of my life.” He made a move to stand up, but you took a step toward him.

“Oh my god, sit down, you idiot.” You walked closer, putting both your hands on his shoulders and slowly moving down to straddle his lap, his hands slipping almost subconsciously to your waist. “I don’t know if this is going to come back to bite me in the ass or not, but I forgive you.” You draped your arms around his neck and softly kissed the corner of his mouth. “Were you dumb? Yes. Did you overreact and behave like a child? Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you, but you just playfully wrinkled your nose at him. 

“But are your concerns understandable, after everything you’ve been through? Also, yes.” You began to toy with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Next time you find yourself feeling like that, or questioning my motives, please promise me that you’ll talk to me instead of yelling at me and icing me out, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, nodding profusely, “I can do that. I promise.”

“Good. Now, I feel this goes without saying, but I want to make sure we’re both on the same page, here,” you said to him. “ I did not seek out those documents. Someone sent them to me, anonymously. I didn’t tell you about them when I got them because I didn’t want to offend you or remind you of a past I know you don’t enjoy reminiscing about. I meant it when I said that I only want you to tell me if and when you’re ready, so I hadn’t done more than peruse the documents to get an idea of what they were and see if there were any hints as to where they came from. The only clue I have to the sender’s identity is a note where they wrote “Do you know who you’re fucking?” in black marker, but the letters are all blocky, so it’s not even like I can compare handwriting samples or something.”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oh, shit. Sugar, I’m so sorry. If someone is targeting you because of me…”

You blew out a raspberry and waved your hand dismissively. “I’m a big girl,” you told him. “I can take care of myself. I have a ton of guns and awards for marksmanship, so don’t worry about me.”

A corner of Bucky’s mouth tugged up. “That’s actually really hot,” he admitted. “Remind me to take you on a date to the shooting range sometime.”

You tried to bite back your grin, but failed miserably. “Cheeky of you to assume there’ll be more dates,” you teased him.

Bucky tightened his grip around your waist. “Are you saying there won’t be?” He looked genuinely concerned, and you didn’t want to tease him.

“That’s gonna depend on you, Bucky,” you told him. “I’m not Jessica, and I’m not going stand by and let you punish me for the ways she mistreated you. I can tell you right now: if you ever talk to me again the way you talked to me in my office, it will be the last time you ever talk to me, at all, do you understand?”

Bucky nodded. “I don’t want to lose you, Major,” he said, and you could feel the sincerity in every word; and you hoped that he would be true to his word. “I promise to never let my anger get the best of me and speak so disrespectfully to you ever again.”

You nodded, satisfied for now. “Good,” you said, standing up from his lap. “Then we can call it a night.”

Bucky rubbed his hands on his knees and stood up. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “I’ll, uh, just be heading back to the Compound, so…”

You tilted your head. “No. It’s late, Bucky. Come to bed.” You reached out a hand, and Bucky’s entire demeanor changed, his face lighting up with surprised, but cautious delight.

“Really?” he asked, as though he almost expected you to pull your hand away from him and tell him you were just joking. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “I missed you,” you said simply. And it was true– it had only been a few hours, really, since your fight, but you had missed him. You had seriously considered that the two of you might be over for good, and you didn’t want to waste an opportunity to be close to him. 

Bucky reached for your hand, pulling you into him in the process. You let out an ‘oof’ as you collided with his chest, but soon his arms were around you, the fingers of his flesh hand tangling in your hair. 

“I missed you, too,” he said, leaning down to kiss you, and you felt yourself melt into his hold, the rough skin of his calloused right hand dragging along the exposed skin of your hip, the cold metal of the left tracing delicate patterns up and down your side. You could forgive him practically anything when he kissed you like this.

“We should go to sleep,” you said, breathlessly pulling away from his lips, “before we get ourselves worked up into a situation.”

He followed you into your bedroom, and you did your best to not ogle him as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. The second he joined you under the covers, you scooted over to snuggle yourself against him.

“You said we can’t get each other off,” you reminded him as you burrowed your head against his hard chest and rested a hand on his ass. “You didn’t say I couldn’t cop a feel.”

Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, and you could hear the rumble of it through his skin. “Yeah, that’s definitely a loop hole, sugar,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and rested his cheek against it. Slotting his knee between your thighs, the two of you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. 

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you said, trying to fight off a yawn.

“Goodnight, doll,” he replied, running his hands up and down your back. “Thank you for giving me a second chance. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

As you drifted off to the sound of his heartbeat, you couldn’t help but hope he was right.

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[chanelnumbermine]

rising | paul aron x fem!reader

warnings: smut: mdi!, switch dynamics, oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, aftercare

also, just brace yourselves, it’s long. smut to comfort, to fluff

summary: rising tensions, rising sun. would it give rise to something beautiful?

dampness in your panties and butterflies in your stomach were a dangerous combination. especially for a one night stand.

but it was the summer vacation and you were in italy, staring at the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. logic had nothing to do with this, because his body was now pressing into you, almost overwhelming you with the heat. you could feel his biceps flexing underneath the think fabric of the shirt, threatening to rip the material apart. and you probably would’ve done that yourself already if you weren’t still in public, making out at the side of the road. both of you stupid with desire. didn’t help with actually finding your way to his hotel room.

your clothes didn’t last long, now scattered all over the floor and the bed. “fuck” he hummed into the kiss as you unclasped your bra. his hands were everywhere. feeling the weight of your ass, relishing the way his touch send shivers down your spine and made your kisses deepen. you head a low moan, but couldn’t be sure which one of you let it out. you were a mess, mess of limbs, sloppy kisses and clothes. paul took you in his arms, breathless. “you sure? sure you want it?” you just kissed him. “just fuck me” you smirked.

soon his tongue making circles around your entrance, hovering over your clit, only for his teeth to graze over it lightly. his blonde curls tickled your sensitive skin. shyly, you caressed it and tugged on a strand of his hair. god, it was so soft. you couldn’t help it, you threw back your head and felt tears forming in your eyes. sadness, pleasure, longing and pure admiration for his beauty proved lethal. “that good, huh?” he smirked, his tone teasing. you swallowed hard. his eyes bore into you mercilessly, but there was something so warm about it. so warm that it have you butterflies.

paul loved seeing the reaction to his teasing. the parted lips, small shivers and muscles tensing under his touch. he was pretty damn good with his tongue and hands. all the one night stands, the nights with his ex, some friends with benefits made him amazing at giving oral. it made him proud to see a girl come undone just from his fingers. the control and the sights got him every time. but he has never brought a girl to tears. he just hoped it was the good kind of tears.

“no, ugh, i mean… yes.” you inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. “you just look really fucking beautiful between my legs.” paul groaned and bit the inside of your thigh, unable to suppress the moan. you yelped quietly and bucked your hips into his face. your body telling him to focus his ministrations elsewhere. he was more than happy to oblige, sinking his tongue into your core, his hands spreading your legs wider, caressing your smooth skin. “can you keep it open for me?” he asked, kissing just under your belly button.

his tone was so tender your heart swelled with affection. you nodded, not trusting your voice. he took his right hand and groped your ass. he sucked on his index finger and slowly dipped it inside, earning an impatient shudder. he smiled and returned to sucking your clit, while his thumb collected your wetness. with just one finger, moving slowly and the middle finger teasing the other hole, another moan filled his ears. you felt him chuckle into your core, fingering you until you came for the first time.

your thighs closed on his head, a sigh escaped your lips. you layed motionless, mind hazy until you felt him lick his way up from your core. you lowered yourself to meet him in a passionate kiss. there was more than just the usual hunger and selfish desire. there was warmth in it. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands cupping his cheeks. you were on top of him and looked into his eyes for permission. “go on, baby” he said breathless. your fingers traced the edge of his boxers, with every touch getting closer to his already hard erection.

the last article of clothes fell to the ground with the help of your teeth. paul moaned at the sight of you freeing his member with a single move of your mouth. you scoffed and smirked, reaching over to your scattered panties. still warm and damp. not thinking much you put them between his parted rosy lips. his moans sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught. you saw the shock in his eyes, but it only made you clench your pussy.

your hands were on his chest, your body was hovering over him. you teased him, rubbing your soaked core over his length. his hands grabbed hold of your ass, guiding you to finally sink into him. you smirked, feeling the desperation in his movements. you pressed a sweet kiss onto his neck as you lowered your hips, taking him in slowly and pulling away again, leaving just the tip inside. you started riding him, fast, just to stop for a second, just to watch his face contort in pleasure. you picked up your pace again until your legs started giving out. you gasped, feeling your edge getting closer.

you took out your panties from his mouth and kissed him tenderly. he could feel you slowing down and gently flipped you beneath him. “let me finish this?” he asked, gasping for air. “yes, please.” you choked out and felt him thrust into you with a single move of his hips. paul bit his lip, breathing heavily and he looked absolutely sinful and beautiful doing it. not even breaking a sweat, pounding into you without mercy. you gasped every time he hit that sweet spot inside. “i’m close” you whimpered. “me too”

he stayed inside even when the cum filled up the condom, even when he slowly collapsed onto you. feeling the clenching slowly fade away, seeing your eyes lazily flutter open again. “f-fuck” your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, letting yourself enjoy this moment of fullness just for another second. you felt his head rest on your shoulder, his breath tickling your collarbone. this action alone made you clench again. you blushed and giggled. “hey” the blonde only hummed in response and pressed a sloppy kiss onto your skin.

“d’you want to shower?” you looked at him and hummed. tried to stand up, but your thighs didn’t want to comply. you took a hesitant step forward, only making paul’s smile wider. he kissed your temple and scooped you up into his arms. could’ve sworn you heard him whisper the word cute into your hair. he put you down carefully, his arm lingering for a second too long. like he wanted to join you, but was too scared to ask. flashed you a sheepish smile before disappearing behind closed doors.

like a horse released out of the reins, you thoughts were running wild, your heart chasing them around. you paid little attention to the water dripping down your body, because you were biting down on your arm. “i wasn’t supposed to do this” you scolded yourself and groaned silently. you were supposed to stay away from boys. especially those who only wanted to have fun for one night. and especially those who made you feel like it was more than a hookup. only to get your heart broken all over again until it was so cold it scared you.

fuck. but who could blame you? for when you left the shower, there was a fresh linen shirt and some underwear waiting for you. he left the hotel room. did he want to put some distance between you? or he went back to partying? because it was just a one night stand, a conquest or whatever. you ran a hand through your damp hair, now messy from shaking your head with disapproval and wandering around the room. fuck, what were you even doing with a boy like that? looking like a fuckboy, with at least a dozen girls eyeing him that night and a group of friends that stared at them knowingly.

but before your thoughts could spiral completely out of control, the door opened. to reveal a tangled mass of blonde curls and two boxes of pizza. then paul’s flushed cheeks and parted lips when he saw you. his eye lit up immediately. “i was scared you would leave” he confessed, scratching the back of his neck, laughing nervously. you returned the smile and chuckled.

it felt almost like a date. almost. because you were both fucked out, laying down on the floor, two candles barely enough to light up the room. because you were eating with your hands and stealing awkward glances at each other. because the only thing you knew about him was his name and how he felt inside of you. because the mere thought of what you just did made you blush furiously.

“sorry, can i ask you something” you looked at him, your eyes lazy. “sure” was he… nervous? paul ran a hand through his curls meeting your eyes before looking away again, saying: “you didn’t cry because of pleasure, did you?” he whispered.

well, fuck it, you’re probably never gonna see each other again. like all the other one night stands. it was just for one night. right? for some reason that realisation left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“you’re right” you pursed your lips and focused your eyes on the melting wax. anywhere but his face, anywhere but his warm eyes, that looked like the light at the end of the tunnel that was your romantic life. “there was something in your eyes… that made me realise how lonely i am” your voice broke and you tried to mask it by whispering when more quietly. like if you said it quietly enough, he would never hear this confession. because what you were feeling felt wrong, even embarrassing. that a random stranger on vacation that you slept with just made you feel loved.

you felt a feather light touch on your arm. you looked up quickly and was shocked to meet paul’s eyes. he immediately retracted his hand and swallowed hard. after kissing you everywhere, pressing into your body desperately, eating you out; he was too shy to touch you. “i’m sorry” he said, his voice deep with understanding. “boyfriend?” he guessed. you shook your head. “no. no, it’s been just me for a long time. i’m always so busy with my studies and working on myself that it’s really hard to even imagine myself in a relationship. “i know the feeling” he whispered, lowering his head.

“i’m pretty much travelling all the time, working hard to pursue my dream. doesn’t leave much room for anything really” a confession slipped from his lips. “i know i shouldn’t complain. i’m living my dream life right now. it’s just… what’s the point of all this happiness if there’s no one to share it with?”

“and your family?” you asked carefully. “sure, i can feel they’re proud of me. but they’re so far and i feel so bad every time im leaving” paul shook his head and licked his lips. he didn’t expect to open up to some random girl he just slept with. but, it didn’t feel like you fit that description. you were brave and confident, warm with a touch of melancholy that only added to your charm. it didn’t feel like you met a few hours ago. yet he knew so little about you. just your name. and your body felt wrapped around him. he shivered

“makes you ask why are you even bother doing it, doesn’t it?” you mused, looking somewhere in the distance. “yeah. exactly.” he hummed and looked down. he felt his stomach flip. why would someone so beautiful have to endure such feelings? why would you have to deprive yourself of the happiness of romance? resort to seeking solace in the arms of random men? for some reason the least though made him clench his fists.

“is there a moment you remember that makes you keep doing all this?” you gestured with your hand and looked out the window. the moon was slowly fading away and the sun has begun rising. in this small moment the opposite words collided, night and day blurred the lines of reality. paul stole a glance at your face. he thought you looked absolutely angelic in the early morning light. he reached out to touch your arm and carefully pulled you closer. “it’s the eyes”

“the excitement and pride i see in my brother’s eyes when i succeed.” he whispered, dropping his head, nuzzling into your collarbone. the recent times were most exciting and the loneliest of his life. sometimes debating whether it was even worth it to continue. so he lived off the moments when he made other people happy. but it was all so shallow sometimes.

or it just seemed that way compared to the depth of your eyes when you took his chin in your hands and looked at him. the way you rested in his arms, dozing off every few minutes, your breath hot on his chest. his shirt carelessly draped over your shoulders, barely covering anything. paul threw his head back and covered his eyes with his arm and let out a small quiet laugh. “fuck”

you were sleeping in his arms, morning light seeping into the room. paul was basking in its gentle warmth, unable to believe his luck, stealing lovesick glances at your relaxed features. “i’ll find you again. don’t know where or how, but i swear to find you.” and with that promise on his lips he fell asleep too. spent and so so happy. but in the morning his lap was cold and empty. you were gone.

left a small thing behind: a small note on his desk that read: “[your phone number] if you ever want your clothes back” paul smiled to himself.

because you took something more than a shirt from him.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

hello could you make a story Aron paul rivals smut 😍 song All I Need

You didn’t specify which All I Need song so I went with All I Need by Lloyd, I hope that was the one you wanted 😖😖.

All I Need

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader

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It was a night of celebration as my boyfriend, Paul, had just clinched a win at the Formula 2 race. We were at a bar, sipping on drinks and letting the night's excitement wash over us. I ran my hands through his blond hair, tugging gently as I congratulated him with a passionate kiss. He tasted like victory and desire, and I knew tonight was going to be wild.

As the drinks kept flowing, our hands became increasingly adventurous. I felt his strong fingers squeeze my thigh, creeping higher under my skirt with each bold caress. I leaned in close, my breath tickling his ear as I whispered, "You know, we could always make this an early celebration if you're up for it."

Paul needed no more encouragement. His hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples through my dress. I moaned softly, leaning back to give him better access. The music throbbed around us, but the only rhythm I felt was the beating of my heart and the growing urgency between my legs.

Without warning, Paul stood, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. The crowded bar didn't seem to notice as we made our way through, our bodies pressed tightly together, my back against the solid wall of his chest. He pushed open the bathroom door and guided me into a stall, locking it behind us.

The confined space only intensified the heat between us. Paul's eyes burned with desire as he looked at me, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I grinded my pelvis against him, feeling his length through our clothes.

"I need to feel you," he growled, his lips finding my neck as he started to kiss and bite my sensitive skin. His hands fumbled with the zipper of my dress, tugging it down urgently. I lifted my arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but a lacy bra and thong.

Paul's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of my bare skin. His mouth found mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed freely over my body. I reached down, desperate to free his cock from the confines of his pants. It sprang free, hard and thick, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently as I felt his sharp intake of breath.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his hips thrusting slightly into my hand.

Needing to feel him inside me, I turned and lifted myself onto the closed toilet seat, spreading my legs wide. Paul's eyes widened at the invitation, and he wasted no time, diving his head between my thighs. His tongue found my clit, circling and flicking as he moaned softly, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as my hips bucked uncontrollably.

The sound of the song "All I Need" by Lloyd filtered through the bathroom door, providing a sexy backdrop to our dirty encounter. Paul's mouth worked its magic, his lips and tongue sending me closer and closer to the edge. My breath quickened as I felt the climax building, and then I was falling, crying out in pleasure as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

But Paul wasn't done. He stood, stroking his cock as he pressed the tip to my soaking wet pussy. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, burying himself deep inside me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him stretch me wider than I'd ever felt before.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need.

He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he plunged in and out of me. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small stall, mixing with our grunts and moans. Paul's eyes never left mine as he pounded into me, his hands grasping my thighs to pull me closer.

The music outside seemed to echo the rhythm of our fucking, and Paul moved in perfect sync, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. I felt his balls slap against my ass with each forward motion, and I knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice strained. "I want to cum inside you."

I nodded frantically, my body on edge again, eager for release. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up."

With a final, powerful thrust, Paul buried himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitch and throb as he emptied his load deep inside me, his warm cum coating my walls. It was the first time we had ever been bare, and the sensation sent me over the edge. I cried out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of his release.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathless and spent, before Paul gently pulled out. I felt his cum trickling out of me, but I didn't care. I'd never felt so deliciously satisfied.

Paul helped me off the toilet and straightened my dress, his fingers lingering on my body as he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

I smiled, knowing what he wanted. "Take me home, and you can have me again."

The drive back to our place was a blur, fueled by the overwhelming need to be with each other. We tore into the house, our clothes falling off along the way. By the time we reached the bedroom, we were both completely naked, our bodies glowing with desire.

Paul laid me down on the bed, his mouth finding my sensitive nipples as he teased and suckled, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, my hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue his oral exploration. His tongue trailed down my body, dipping into my navel before settling between my thighs once more.

This time, his mouth worked slowly, his tongue teasing my clit in lazy circles as his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I bucked my hips, riding his face as he ate me out with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, and I reached down, grasping his length and pumping it gently.

"I want you to fuck me again," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "I need to feel you inside me."

Paul growled his approval, positioning himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he entered me, filling me with his hardness once more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he began to move.

The tempo built, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we chased our release. Paul's cock felt incredible, stretching me wide as he thrusted deep and hard. I met his movements, my hips lifting to greet each forward motion, our skin slapping together in a sexy rhythm.

I felt my orgasm building like a tsunami, and I knew Paul was close too. His breathing became ragged, his grunts filling the room as he gave one final, powerful thrust. "I'm cumming," he roared, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release once more.

My body followed suit, my walls clenching around him as I cried out, my juices flowing around his shaft. We rode out our orgasms, our bodies convulsing in unison as we enjoyed the intense pleasure.

Collapsing onto the bed, we lay tangled together, our sweaty bodies pressed close. I felt Paul's cock twitch inside me, and I knew he wasn't done yet. With a wicked smile, I rolled over, straddling him and impaling myself on his still-hard length.

"You're insatiable," he said with a laugh, his hands grasping my hips as I began to move.

I rode him slowly at first, lifting and lowering myself, feeling every inch of his cock. Paul's hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples as I bounced gently on his lap. The feeling was incredible, and I quickened my pace, my breathing becoming shallow as I chased another climax.

"That's it, baby," Paul encouraged, his eyes glued to where our bodies joined. "Ride that cock."

His words sent me over the edge, and I threw my head back, my body shaking as I came around him. Paul followed soon after, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up, filling me with another load of his hot cum.

Spent and satisfied, we lay on the bed, our hearts pounding and our limbs entangled. I trailed my fingers along Paul's chest, feeling his steady breath on my skin.

"That was incredible," I whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.

Paul smiled, his hands pulling me closer. "And this is just the beginning."

We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies still connected, ready to continue our passionate exploration in the morning light.

[nyssaswitch]

Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Synopsis:

Y/N is Gavi’s sister.

A pool party is being held at Gavi’s house with Frenkie de Jong, João Cancelo, Marc Guiu, Héctor Fort and Aron Yaakobishvili in attendance.

Y/N is living it up, flirting with all of the guys (and who could blame her, her brother’s teammates were HOT).

But deep down, she has a sweet spot for Héctor.

Chapter 1

Y/N’s POV

Today was the day that Y/N had been looking forward to for weeks, today Gavi’s teammates would all meet up at his place for the long-awaited pool party.

You were giddy with excitement, since you knew that Héctor Fort would be coming too.

Ever since you first laid eyes on him when accompanying Gavi during football practice, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head.

You had a thing for football players, fuckboys and Mediterranean men and Héctor was the perfect embodiment of all three.

You knew that this was technically a pool party, but you wanted to look your best for Héctor and so you’d spent four hours painstakingly doing your hair and makeup before the guys arrived.

Since you were gonna be “swimming” and it was 25C outside, you’d put your hair up in a stylish messy bun and had kept your makeup minimal.

As for your outfit, you’d done your best to pick out the skimpiest bikini that you owned, if that wouldn’t catch his attention, you don’t know what would.

Even you had to admit that the “bikini” was quite revealing and so, you’d decided to wear a coverup over it (decent as you were). Though you were well aware that the coverup was see through and left plenty of cleavage exposed.

Worst case scenario, Héctor wouldn’t be interested in you and you’d just hook up with one of Gavi’s other friends instead.

After having locked yourself in Gavi’s bathroom for the past four hours, you entered the living room and saw Gavi sitting on the couch.

He gave you a once over as he frowned and said “you know it’s a pool party right? We’re gonna be swimming”.

“Oh I know, you said, with a smile”. “Who are you trying to impress?” asked Gavi. “No one” you squeaked, fuck, was it that obvious? You thought to yourself.

“And what in god's name are you wearing? Could you possibly have put on anything skimpier?” asked Gavi.

“You worry too much Gavi, please just take a chill pill”. “Fine”, he said, ”just know that I”ll be watching you closely and if any of the guys so much as looks in your direction, I'll kill them”. “I don’t need your protection Gavi”. “Trust me you do”, he said.

At that moment the bell rang. Saved by the bell, how cliche, you thought.

You jumped up and said “I'll get it”, as Gavi looked at you and rolled his eyes, you skipped to the front door.

In front of the door stood Frenkie, Pedri and João Cancelo.

“Hi guys, are y'all ready to party?” you asked, as you gave each of them a hug.

“As ready as I'll ever be”, said Frenkie.

“It’s nice to see you again” said Pedri.

“Looking good” said João Cancelo. “You too”, you chirped and blushed.

“Where are the others?”, you asked Frenkie.

“Marc, Héctor and Áron Yaakobishvili will be arriving in 15 minutes, Marc just texted me”, said Frenkie.

“Okey-dokey, can’t wait to get the party started”, you said. “Come on in”.

The three boys walked in and greeted Gavi.

“Woah, Gavi, you’re so lucky to have someone like that as your sister”, Frenkie said.

Pedri nodded in agreement, while João said “poeh”.

“You guys are disgusting” said Gavi, you do realise that that’s my sister, you’re talking about?

“Oh we’re well aware”, said Frenkie while grinning.

Gavi objectively knew that his sister was good looking, ever since Y/N had been in middle school, guys had been throwing themselves at her and his teammates were no different.

“Okay, can we please stop talking about my sister?” , said Gavi.

“Sorry”, João said. “But can you really blame us?”

At that moment the bell rang for the second time, causing the boys to stop bickering.

“I'll get it”, you said in a cheery voice.

You opened the door and your face lit up when you finally saw Héctor, for a moment there, you were afraid that he wouldn’t show.

“We’ve come bearing gifts”, said Marc Guiu.

“We brought plenty of booze” said Áron Yaakobishvili, lifting a bottle.

“And snacks”, said Héctor Fort, holding a platter with delicious looking mini pizzas.

He gave you the platter and as he did, your hands briefly touched, sending an electric shock through your whole body.

You wondered if Héctor felt it too.

They brushed past you as you took the tray with pizzas and placed them in the fridge.

You were still reeling from Héctor’s touch, when you made your way to the outside pool.

The pool was large and deep enough to to be making somersaults in, which is why the guys loved Gavi’s pool.

Part of the fun was seeing the guys rough housing and in swim shorts no less.

The boys had started to play football by the pool, with Áron acting as goalkeeper and the rest of the guys taking turns trying to shoot the ball in the goal.

Áron however, was giving them a tough time, demonstrating how he was shaping up to be a promising future goalkeeper for Barcelona’s first team.

Áron loved how hard the other guys were trying and started taunting Héctor once it was his turn saying “you know the ball’s supposed to land in the goal, not next to it”.

“Just you wait” said Héctor. “Yeah, we”ll show you”, said Marc.

“Eventually”, Áron retorted.

After having played three more rounds, without any of the guys managing to score, Áron said “let’s make this more interesting, the first one to score will get 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N, if Y/N is up for it, that is”.

“Y/N, how does that sound?”

“Hmmm, sorry, what were you saying?”, you hadn’t been paying attention to what Áron was saying, too wrapped up in the ogling of all the football boys and since you were basically surrounded by eye candy, you had to divide your team between each of the 6 boys milling about.

“Well, since none of these guys have managed to score, I came up with a little proposal, the first person to score will get 7 minutes in heaven with you, are you up for it?”

5 faces were staring at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your response.

“Y/N you don’t have to agree to anything that makes you uncomfortable”, said Gavi protectively.

“So Y/N, what will it be?” Asked Frenkie with twinkling eyes.

Your breath hitched and your heart started beating a little faster, oh how you’d wished for a moment like this to occur. For Héctor’s arms to finally wrap around you and feel his lips on yours.

“Sure, I’m in,” you said coolly, while looking straight at Gavi, who just shook his head disapprovingly.

“Alright then, time to step up our game lads”, said João.

The atmosphere by the pool had changed, the guys, who’d started playing in a rowdy and playful manner had all turned quiet and pensive, pulling out all the stops and trying their hardest to make that goal.

After, what had seemed an eternity, you heard someone shout “GOAL!”.

You looked up to see Marc pumping his fist into the air and looking smug at the other guys.

“Have fun man”, Pedri said.

“Yeah, I’m definitely jealous”, said Frenkie.

Marc walked up to you, gently grabbed your hand, looked into your eyes and asked “are you coming with me?”.

Shit, you thought, you’d hoped that Héctor was gonna be the one to take you home, but it’s not like you could just blurt out “actually, I’d prefer to go with Héctor”.

So you weakly nodded and followed Marc inside the house, as the guys started cheering behind you.

“Y/N, where’s the guest bedroom?" asked Marc.

You took his hand and silently led him to the guest bedroom, your thoughts a million miles away.

Marc sat down on the bed holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over the backside of your hand.

Listen Y/N, I know it might seem like this came out of the blue, but I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time, ever since I first saw you.

You’re gorgeous and you’d make me the happiest guy alive, if you’d let me make you mine right now.

Your breath choked, this wasn’t how you’d imagined the pool party would go, but Marc, was very attractive as well and how could you say no to him, while he was looking at you with so much yearning.

He leaned in and cupped your face with his right hand, planting a soft kiss on your mouth.

As soon as his lips found yours, you carefully reciprocated.

While continuing to make out, you climbed on top of him, rocking your hips back and forth.

Marc’s breath hitched, he let out a sigh and said “baby please let me see all of you”.

You responded by unclasping your bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.

Marc grasped your breasts and slowly started massaging them, causing you to let out a whimper.

Marc chuckled, “you like that huh baby”.

You groaned “oh yes Marc, please don’t stop”. You continued to grind your core against his crotch, feeling him grow hard.

“Hmmm, baby, please stop, you’re turning me on so much and I’d rather cum inside of you” said Marc.

You lay down on your back and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, Marc pushed one finger inside of you and whimpered “hmm, you’re so wet for me baby”.

He continued fingering you and just as you were about to come undone, he slid his fingers out of you and placed a kiss on top of your forehead.

“Sssh, baby, I know I know”, he said as you whined in displeasure, your orgasm having been so close.

Marc slid into you, filling you up wholly and stretching you out.

You let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid into you, Marc doing the same.

Marc started pumping into you harder and harder, you felt yourself getting close to climax and yelped “don’t stop”.

Marc continued to pump into you at the same pace, while you reached your climax and screamed out “oh Héctor”.

You could feel Marc filling you up, while he looked at you with hurt in his eyes.

“I, I’m so sorry, you said hastily”.

“No don’t”, said Marc, “I guess that explains everything”.

“Explains what?” You asked him.

Why you seemed so quiet and hesitant when I finally made that goal and why your first reaction was to look at Héctor.

“I”-

“You don’t have to explain yourself Y/N, I guess I know why you agreed to the game in the first place”.

Marc stalked off, with hunched shoulders, leaving you in the bed looking bewildered.

[neverchecking]

Ok my friend 🐲 Aron sent me the request you did for them

And I have jump on the wagon I am a huge smip for rauru and I wish he was fallowing us .

But I have a huge idea can I request yandere rauru x Link sister reader Where the reader has been with her twin brother though everything and rauru not only saves Link but his twin who both have weapon of light.

And rauru some how join Link and the reader on the journey and Link know rauru is yandere for his sister but know he is only one worth of her and gives him the ok Plus link knows he won't hurt his sister unlike some one who did AKA Zelda abd he is low-key playtonic yandere for his sister. So he ok with rauru

So rauru and the reader are in a cave to get away from a gelok king ( I heard about it don't know where. I just took down the thunder one.) And he in heat which he has not been in for so long. And the reader fighting a bunch of enyms and her get hurt triggers his animal wild side and he quickly goes to save the reader who is being overwhelmed by monsters.

And he see They have a mix of monster extract mix with mud bud and dazzle fruit that makes the person that smell's it go super horny and if they don't get help they can die.

And of course raturu needs to help his soulmate and breed's her and quickly takes her to the time temple and puts her in a nest for more breeding.

And can I be 🐔aroun I love the cucos!

You absolutely can! Welcome to the party 🐔anon!

I've never written for Rauru before so bare with me? I also fucked around with Spirits and stuff here. So give me some leeway here please?

TotK Spoilers.

Smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW:

・❥・Raura was...unaware that the swordsman had a sibling. Nevertheless one as effervescent as you were.

・❥・He hadn't seen anyone with quite so much effortless grace since his late wife.

・❥・Of course, he didn't know about you until seeing you creep alongside both your brother and Zelda into the cave where the Demon King was being held. You had expressed your distaste, quite loudly in fact, but were ignored.

・❥・By Zelda. Link had taken your fears to heart offering a hand to you to ease your nerves.

・❥・You seemed far too delicate for this line of research however.

・❥・From the pieces Rauru had picked up, you were a researcher for the Zonai culture, taking a great interest in his race. It made his ears twitch in joy as he watched you awe over the carvings on the wall.

・❥・You were so...spirited in everything you did. Even as your brother fell to the Demon King's prowess. Zelda had been launched and he had to make the difficult decision between you and her. You made it for him, pushing him towards the Princess.

・❥・ You were naively selfless even when it meant you were the only one remaining in the Demon King's line of sight.

・❥・He had launched himself at you, but in doing so had also freed Rauru.

・❥・In the miniscule time frame given, he had managed to not only save you, but your brother as well, even if gloom riddled your veins and threatened your very precious life.

・❥・You staggered and swayed when you had awoken, fretting over your brother before even daring to glance out the entrance. From there, he had beckoned you towards the Temple.

・❥・Link had gone off to get the Light orbs, leaving you to stand guard at the door. Leaving you with him.

・❥・You had introduced yourself to him, bashfully thanking him for everything he had done- to which he waved off. It would be such a waste to see a life as bright and eccentric as yours burn out so quickly.

・❥・When it became obvious that you were so fragile, especially with the new enemies headed your way, Rauru had made the executive decision to abandon the temple to join you. While Link had lost an arm, you had lost a bit of your rib cage, which now was stitched together with Zonai tech and prayers. His sage made up the center component over your heart. He would follow you.

・❥・He would protect you.

・❥・Between himself and Link, who refused to let you wander far, you never saw so much as a scratch. Rauru understood he was powerful and knew that the only reason the demon king had lasted as he did was because he was unprepared (And had to care for Zelda).

・❥・That was not the case with these riff-raff bokoblins or measly Moblins.

・❥・They could barely point to scream before falling by his claws in a puff of smoke.

・❥・He had eventually gained Link's confidence in his ability to protect you, meaning the swordsman would leave you in his capable hands to tackle some of the...more difficult challenges.

・❥・That did not stop you from finding trouble that even Rauru was hard pressed in saving you from.

・❥・Oh no. When word from another researcher came about a stone that could bring a spirit back to their living form you ran off without much more than a note for your brother.

・❥・However, it came at cost. You had to slay the King Gleeok-- a beast not even Rauru ever went looking for a fight from. It was high in the sky islands (If your looking for specifics, lmk, I gotcha) and you were hardpressed to get to it, even with a Zonai glider. But by the Goddess, you had done it.

・❥・You had much more skill than Rauru had previously given you. Your intellect with the herbs of this world combined with your cutthroat aim was enough to have the Gleeok biting at it's own heads as you shot at it with bomb flowers.

・❥・Just watching you take down this massive beast had something he had not felt since the heartbreak of Sonia's death stirring.

・❥・Zonai had had breeding seasons for millennia before him, but he had only ever gone through one.

・❥・This had felt exactly like this one time. And he wasn't anywhere near prepared.

・❥・He had viewed you as his soul partner by this point. As if Sonia's soul had come back to form you. To give him another chance at love. To sooth his aching heart and mend it together.

・❥・The Gleeok fell with a mighty roar, pulling him out of his stoop. You were victorious, but wounded, quickly scampering to the chest remaining. Inside was the very stone you were looking for, showing it to him with a bright smile.

・❥・Throughout it all you still smiled.

・❥・And it made his heart race. Moreso when you offered the gem with the explanation you had wanted it for him. If he choose to take it.

・❥・It was not a hard decision.

・❥・It was an...unfamiliar feeling. Getting weight back to his previously weightless limbs, which now had bones and flesh. Muscles and fat. Fur and hair.

・❥・It was all so new to him once more.

・❥・A shrill cry had you both looking up to where an army of the dastardly flying rats were, eyes set on you. You were in no condition to keep fighting.

・❥・Lucky for him, he was.

・❥・It took very little time to wipe them out, but by the time he had done so, whatever heat in his gut had amplified by ten. And you were looking at him with those big doe eyes, singing his praise over and over and-

・❥・And he just had to have you.

・❥・To breed you and mate you and make you his. His, his, his.

His claws raked against your hips as his hips smacked against yours. Over and over again, reaching deep within you and crashing against your cervix. You had expressed concern in whether his species were meant for intercourse with Hylians. Where or not he would fit.

He assured you he would.

And he did.

Watching your drooling cunt stretch around him, fighting to make room and to accommodate for him had him disgustingly intrigued. He couldn't rip his eyes free from it, watching as he sunk into you only to pull back and do it once more. Over and over and over again. Until you were nothing but a babbling mess beneath him.

Watching your body move and rock with him was more than he ever could've imagined, calling his attention when it wasn't watching your greedy little hole.

He could've died here, again, a happy man. A much more fulfilled man.

He knew he wanted you to carry his kits, he just knew it, and with the way your body seemed so receptive to his, it was bound to happen. Your body seemed to accepted every little thing he did.

And when it did accept his young, he would ensure your safety at all times.

No more exploring the depths for Zonite. No more running around playing construction worker. No more playing hero and fighting Gleeoks.

No, he would build you a gorgeous nest in the temple of Time where no one could touch you. Where you could care and carry his kits until they were good and ready to be birthed.

Your brother would make the effort to visit, he knows Link would. You would miss nothing on the ground level.

All you would need would be him. Right in front of you. and he wouldn't lose that chance again.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

"Settling in"- Once in a lifetime chance (Midsommar AU) Chapter 2

part 2 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: After a long journey you arrive at the commune and meet the other guests. Soon it shows, that it isn´t going to be as harmless of a trip as you thought it would.

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of character death, describtions of violence, manipulation, people disappearing, mentions of an unhealty relationship, afab reader

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When the five of you meet up at the airport and Cregan tells you how long the journey ahead of you is going to be, you believe your eyes are going to pop out of your head. At least it amuses the northerner. Aemond is in deep, whispered conversation and so you continue talking to him. Trying to find out as much as you possibly, which isn´t a lot, but it is still a good talk. Shortly before boarding you see the little notebook in his lap.

“Can I see?” You point down to it.

“Oh, It´s uh nothing special. Just the terminal.” He quickly closes the little notebook and stuffs it into his bag.

“Okay.” You murmur. You don´t get much time to think about his behavior anyway as boarding begins shortly after.

As much as you wanted to believe you mentally readied yourself for an almost twelve fucking hour flight, you could never have done that. Even if four of them are spend at a layover somewhere along the way it´s the middle of the night and all the coffee in the world couldn´t help to keep any of you awake. The only two that don´t seem to be affected by it so much are Cregan and Aegon. Then again with a sleep cycle as fucked up as his, you probably wouldn´t be tired right now either. Once you lift off into the air again you finally put your headphones back on and take a sleeping pill so you won´t be too tired when you arrive at the destined airport. Jace is engaging in quiet conversation with Cregan across the isle from you. Asking him a thousand questions already. Ever the determined student. Aemond beside you is absorbed into his phone entirely. So you don´t say anything to interrupt him.

By the time you all get off the plane every single joint and bone hurts and the remnants of the sleeping pill try to pull you back to slumberland. You are barely able to keep your eyes open until you reach the car that will bring you the rest of the way to the commune.

“We have another two hours to drive so if you want to rest up some more you are more than welcome to.” Cregan warns the four of you. It´s an offer you take him up on immediately.

“Is it okay for you if I rest on your shoulder?” You whisper to Aemond who just nods. He hadn´t said a single word to you ever since you met up with the others. At least that way you don´t have to hear Aegon´s downright gross comments about the poor girls that you pass.

Still, you lean your head onto his shoulder. Unable to stay awake any longer, with the soft humming of the car in the background. When you get shaken awake again, an eternity could have passed and foe all you know you could be on an entirely different continent. All around you is nothing but wide meadows, mostly untouched by humans, except the little village like set up of huts and gardens nearby. Even the air is so different from the stuffy air in King´s landing. You take a moment to breathe in the freshness and soak up the clarity, before Cregan already leads you over to a group of people around your age. Walking off to greet a girl in a foreign and rather hard sounding language before he introduces her to your little group.

“Guys, this is my sister Sarah and her friends from dorne, Coryanne and her fiancé Aron.” You can hear the northern accent thicken as Cregan introduces all of you.

“You´re right on time, we just took these. That way were all gonna be high at the same time.” She has a nice voice, even even though her accent is even stronger than that of her brother. Looking down you see the bag of mushrooms in her hand. At first you are more hesitant to than the boys you are with, but in the end you still take them. The whole group wanders over to a patch of grass to sit down and talk while the drugs did their thing. During the walk Aemond pulls you behind a little.

“I didn´t know they would offer us that. You didn´t take them because they pressured you, did you?”

“It´s okay, Aem. I´m good.” You reassure him quietly so the others don´t hear you. For a moment you think you see worry in Aemond´s eye, but it still seems so cold.

You shake the thoughts that come up away quickly and go to sit down a bit away from the others. The grass feels so nice under your skin and so you close your eyes some more, waking up right in the middle of your high. And it is not a good one.

When you first open your eyes, you see blades of grass grow out of the upper side of the hand under your head. When you sit up the sun becomes more and more irritating. The light was just too much. Shouldn´t it be night right now? You hear people talking to you. Far away voices trying to calm you down, but you don´t even hear your own answer. Standing up, heavy breaths pull at your chest. A fast heartbeat making you deaf to all the noises around you.

When you get back to the group you see Aemond look at you in a way that lets you know he wasn´t happy about what happened.

It´s already late when you get to the sleeping quarters for lack of a better word. The women and men were separated into two big open houses with all the beds. Standing along the walls in two floors.

The next day Cregan picks you up to take you along to the first ceremony. One of the female elders gives a speech, before the whole commune walks all the way out to some cliffs, where two other elders already stand on the edge. And what follows then you could never be ready for. The elders that stand over you take a step and their bodies fall to the ground with a loud thump. The sound and sight alone are upsetting enough, but when one of them starts to cry out and moan in immense pain, your stomach pulls together even more. Bile wandering up the back of your throat as the commune members begin to mimic the wails. Adrenaline floods your system when one man goes up to the elder and bashes his head in with the largest wooden mallet you have ever seen. It takes a while, but eventually the cries stop.

The second the ceremony is over you begin to run away, back to the quarters. In the distance you can hear that Coryanne is similarly as shocked as you are and the voice of an elder explain to her that the people saw it as a great honor to die this way. But even Aemond´s constant repetitions of “It´s just their tradition, we´re just not used to it. Once we get over that it will be fine.” All you wanted to do was leave. Leave the commune, leave the north and leave whatever happened here behind.

Back at the quarters, you throw your suitcase onto the bed and attempt to pack your stuff, when Cregan approaches you. Taking your hands in his gently he sits down beside you.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, but the tears that stream down your face won´t let you answer.

“Hey, it´s okay. I understand how you feel. Seeing this must have been hard, with your parents and all. I do. My own parents died when I was a child, but the commune took me under their wings and they all became my family instead.”

“No, it´s not because of that…” You insist through more tears.

The northerner continues to console you, letting you cry into his strong shoulders until there are none left. On your way to dinner you see Coryanne talking to the elder you recognized as the one that had calmed her after the ceremony, but you don´t hear what they are discussing. And you don´t want to listen in on their rather heated looking discussion.

The meal, that is always consumed at a table big enough to fit everyone comfortably, goes by uneventful. Though you do notice the longing looks that one of the girls is giving Aemond while serving the food.

Seemingly uneventful as the next day begins. There were no ceremonies that day and so you are left to find something that kills the time yourself. Not knowing what to do, you wander around aimlessly until you hear a commotion brought up between Aegon and one of the elders. The local man is yelling at Aemonds brother in a language none of you understand until Cregan runs towards you to clear up what happened. In full Aegon fashion he had peed against the sacred tree. Luckily Cregan manages to calm everyone down for the most part, though you can´t remember seeing him again after he followed one of the girls that had been very welcome towards you. You try to shove any worries aside though. Aegon was a grown man and even though he was high most of the time, he would be able to defend himself.

During lunch you get told that both Coryanne and Aron had been driven to the Airport the previous day. Which explains the absence that had truly worried you.

In the afternoon you are content watching the busy life of the commune. Seeing Jace talk to one of the elders questions for his thesis.

Not long after Cregan joins you once more. Hiis hands suspiciously hidden behind his back.

“What do you have there?” You look up at him with a small smile.”

“Just a little something for your birthday. Nothing special.” He holds out a page of thick paper for you to take. On it you can see is a painting of you, made with what you guessed was coal.

“Oh my gods, it´s so beautiful. How did you even…” You are too overwhelmed to find the right words for a moment.

“Jace told me on the flight. I´m sorry, it´s probably embarrassing that I gave you a gift and Aemond didn´t.”

“Oh no. It´s really beautiful, thank you so much. And it´s my fault, not Aemond´s fault. I forgot to remind him and he was so preoccupied with coming here and Uni and everything. It doesn´t matter anyway.” You insist.

Yet no matter how often you told yourself, it didn´t relieve the painful tugging in your chest at the thought, that he had forgotten once more.

His `apology´ in the early afternoon doesn´t really help either. He approaches you with an apologetic smile on his lips and a muffin with a single candle stuck in at the top in his hands.

“Aemond what are you doing there?” You ask as heat spready over your cheeks from the looks of the group of younger women that stand close by.

However Aemond doesn´t answer. He only begins singing happy birthday and when the lighter in his hands fails to light the candle for the nth time you speak up again.

“Aem, seriously, what are you doing here? This is not necessary at all.” The looks are getting increasingly more uncomfortable.

“No, it is. I just thought your birthday was yesterday and so I didn´t say anything, but that was wrong so I made you this.”

“You really didn´t need to. And you don´t need to apologize it´s fine everything is fine.”

 And so the day finishes as uneventful as the last. But with your mind finally caught up with the journey the long hours of sunlight and the sounds you weren´t used to wouldn´t let you sleep. Sneaking over to where the boys are sleeping you slowly shake Jace by the shoulder.

“Hey, what´s up?” He whispers, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Do you still have those sleeping pills?” You ask in the same tone. Not wanting to wake up any of the others. You only barely notice that Aegon´s bed is still empty.

A little later when you go back to your own bed you see the boy sneak around, but the medicine starts to work already and so you don´t have the mental capacity to ask any questions or even try to talk to him.

The next day at breakfast he is missing as well.

[alexdelray1]

Part Two. 42 Miles Morales x Reader.

I love everyone who leaves a heart and a comment (^^)

Btw

Miles will be from 42.

Miles will be Miles from 1610.

Part one:

What happened in the last part?

Aron left the room saying something to him and after a while he came out… Prowler?

Oh, what's a girl to do.

He got close to Miles and said something while taking off his mask. Wait, is that?

Just like fire burning up the way.

If I could light the world up for just one day.

Watch this madness, colorful charade.

Miles?

No one can be just like me any way!

End of reminder.

It's probably a mistake. It's not even remotely possible. Miles isn't bad, he always helps everyone, yes he has a bad temper sometimes, but to be a villain?

Pull yourself together Reader. You have to separate your private life from the one with a mask. Even though it seems impossible now, it has to be done.

I adjusted the mask on my face and took a deep breath. We have to save-- I didn't finish the monologue because I heard a small explosion.

I looked out the window again and saw Miles use electricity or something to attack Miles. Miles jumped to the ceiling and tried to jump out of the window where I was. When he jumped out, I quickly grabbed his costume and started swinging with him.

-Who are you?!- Miles asked me, trying to get away from me.

-Reader. Miles, do you realize what earth you are on? - I asked him and still held him tightly.

-Not really.- he replied numbly.

-You are on Earth 42, where you are… the villain. This is not your earth. - I said and looked behind me. Miles chased me with his uncle.

-Can you swing well now? - I asked him while running away.

-Yes! I've been Spider-man for almost a year! - he said, still holding on to me.

-Do you have a mask?- I asked, still avoiding the bullets flying at me.

-In a jacket!- he shouted at me.

-The plan is that you run away, fly as close to the police station as possible and if he stops chasing you, sit on the roof of the police station and try not to get shot. - I said and as soon as I was at the highest point in the air I could, I let him go and kept swinging.

Miles fled towards the police station and, as I suspected, Aron followed him. Miles was on my tail constantly shooting. I did a lot of dodging until I saw a big old building. I flew into it and prepared for the attack.

After a second, Miles flew into me and they stood in a defensive pose.

-I wanted to ask you how you knew where I was. It shows that you proprably have a chip in your friend. - he commented and we started walking around.

-Maybe I have it, maybe I don't, but I can tell you one thing now, Miles Morales, you're wasting yourself.- I said seriously, trying not to show weakness.

-You don't know how many times I've heard that. I know whether it is a waste or not. Anyway, it's a pity that you saw who I am now, I'll really have to kill you. - he said and shot at me. I dodged.

-Do you know that if you do this, you will completely fuck up your universe? - I asked him.

-So this is about the universe? So this guy is some other me? Strange, I thought he was my clone.- he commented.

-Miles, I know we don't have a good relationship, but try for the sake of the universe. You may not believe me, but a bad thing happened in your universe last year. Very. And because of this thing, this universe was doomed, but I came and saved it. Understand. - I said, trying to be serious and kind to some extent.

Miles didn't speak for a moment. Finally he sighed.

-What's going on with this clone?- he asked me and crossed his arms.

-He's just in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess… - I said.

-How so? - he asked me.

-No one really told me what it was about, but I had heard about an anomaly that had something to do with it. It was very strong… But there will be proprably a fight here. - I grabbed my head.

-Scale?- he asked me.

-Depends. I think it will take the upper fifth avenue. Looking at other universes, that's where the most important fights take place, I said.

-Upper fifth Avenue? Reader lives there. I have to get her.- he said and headed to the window.

-You don't have to.- I replied and he turned to me.

-Why don't I have to? This is my girlfriend. What if something happens to her?! - he asked me and got angry.

-You know, you're not very good at guessing. And I'm sorry I didn't drink tea then.- I said.

-What do you mean?- he asked me, probably reaching some conclusions.

-Think, genius.- I said. Well, to be so delulu. I can't believe I smashed him.

-Were you stalking me and my girlfriend?- he asked and I slapped my forehead. I'm starting to believe that some people must have delulu in their genes.

I took off my mask.

-Satisfied?- I asked and raised my hands.

-Reader? You? But… But… How is that possible? - he asked. He was seriously shocked.

-Miles, I have to tell the truth. I am not from Earth 42. My universe was destroyed by a certain person… As an 'apology' I was given this universe to live in. In this universe, spider-man couldn't become spider-man because of a certain incident, so to keep the balance, I stayed here. - I said with guilt.

-Who was supposed to be Spider-man?- Miles asked me.

-You, but I had no idea you would become a Prowler.- I replied.

Miles looked down. His mask electrically came off his face. Tears were falling from his eyes. I ran to him and hugged him.

-If I became Spider-man, would dad be alive?- he asked me.

-Probably yes.- I replied and he started crying into my shoulder.

-Everything will be fine.- I said quietly.

From now on we will work together no ma--

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three bullets hit my back. Miles looked at me in horror and then behind me. He took me in his arms and started shouting something.

I don't know what is happening… I'm tired… Why is everything so muffled? I don't know. I want to go home…

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

He's rattling the cage of the beast. Getting pissed and snarling.

With the creepy magic talisman on a chain in the back locked away specially in the pawn shop? Or was that just added snazz?

🥵

But yeah that talisman?

Oh something destiny related.

With the dementor looking thing before.

Are we shocked that hers is unpleasant?

Here's the imp back, og rumplestiltskin at your service.

But rumple, you promised belle!

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Ending Unplanned

Cross posted on Ao3

Chapter Five- All American Bitch

I am light as a feather, I'm as fresh as the air

Coca-Cola bottles that I only use to curl my hair

I got class and integrity just like a goddamn Kennedy

I swear, with love to spare, I

Forgive and I forget

I know my age and I act like it

Got what you can't resist

I'm a perfect all American bitch

All American Bitch- Olivia Rodrigo

A few weeks had gone by since Sam helped Aron during her seizure. Their relationship had since returned to the same it had been before; awkward and tense. Even more so at times now. 

He seemed to be avoiding her like the plague, and the only times she’d seen him recently was during meal times and passing through the halls at night. It was odd, but nothing new, so she brushed it off. Though if she was honest with herself, it hurt her feelings a little. Her and Melody joked amongst themselves that he was afraid of getting cooties from her.

Aron’s health flare up had calmed down recently after a very long and painful month. She’d been able to walk consistently again, her seizures calming to the point where it was just to her normal, daily smaller ones, and her hands returned to normal. The only thing that lingered was a tingling feeling in her legs with occasional numbness, but it was nothing she couldn’t put up with.

So of course, she was taking the opportunity to go to dance class.

Aron was standing in front of the mirror, putting her hair up in a bun. The tight hairstyle was uncomfortable and a bit painful after a while, but necessary. She’d recently redyed it, retouching the roots and adding more lighter purple highlights in the front. 

Once her hair was done, she grabbed her bag and walked downstairs quickly. She filled up her large water bottle and put a few nutrition bars in her bag. She quickly ate one before stepping outside to wait for her uber.

About ten minutes went by of her waiting, and she was starting to get irritated. She opened the app to look for any explanation, but just as she did that, she got a message informing her that her ride was canceled.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Aron shouted to herself in disbelief.

After checking a few times to see if a new driver could come get her, she groaned in defeat, feeling her anger stir in her chest. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe Erik could drive me, she thought to herself. He’d offered before, so hopefully he wasn’t busy. Melody, James, and Matthew were all at work, and Damien couldn’t drive yet. So it was either him or Sam…

She made her way to his bedroom and knocked. When Erik opened the door, she grinned up at the incubus. “Hey, are you busy right now?”

“I’m afraid so, Princess. I have new interns coming in today, and a fitting in about fifteen minutes that I was unaware of until about an hour ago,” he explained, making Aron deflate.

“Damn it,” she sighed. 

“Is everything alright?” he asked her.

“Yeah, it’s fine. My uber canceled, so I need a ride if I wanna get to dance,” she explained.

He hummed. “Well, I can push some things around if you need me too. I’m sure I can make it work.”

She shook her head quickly. “No! No, don’t worry about it. Have a good day at work!”

He smiled down at her. “I will try. I hope you are able to get to your class. I’m very sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

She grinned back. “It’s fine! I’ll figure it out.”

Soon Erik left the hallway and went outside to leave for work. Aron frowned to herself as she walked slowly through the hallway, making her way to Sam’s room. A part of her already felt bad for bothering him, another part wondered if he’d even say yes. He was already avoiding her like she was some kind of disease.

She went to his door and knocked, waiting patiently for a response. When there wasn’t one, she knocked again.

“What are you doing?” Sam’s voice suddenly appeared behind her, making her screech in shock and turn around quickly.

“AH- I mean, hi! Hi! Uh, fuck” she paused and took a deep breath, beginning to laugh nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t see you coming.”

“It’s fine, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya,” he said back, raising a brow at her. “You gonna tell me what you’re doing standing outside my door?”

“Yeah, um. Can you please drive me to dance class?” she asked.

Sam furrowed his brows. “Can’t Erik take you?”

“He’s busy,” she told him. “And I’d walk but my legs are still going numb sometimes so I figured that was a bad idea.”

“You’re gonna go to dance with your legs numb?” he asked incredulously. 

From the expression he was staring at her with, she assumed he was annoyed. But her therapist had told her that she made that assumption often, and was usually wrong.

So instead of immediately apologizing and taking back the request, she stared back at him with a blank expression. “Yeah. And, if you take me, I will buy you uhhh… something.”

He raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Food?” she tried, unsure of herself. But she really needed to get to class, so she’d be willing to bribe him. “Yeah, food. Anywhere you want.”

Sam looked at her for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, I’ll take you.”

Aron’s face morphed into a bright grin as she bounced slightly. “Okay! Thank you!”

“Yeah, no problem…” Sam said back gruffly, a blush warming his face.

Soon, the two went out to his car and left. As per usual for them, there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. Though for Aron, it didn’t bother her much. She leaned against the door and stared out of the window as he drove, but occasionally did glance over, seeing him tightly gripping the steering wheel.

She frowned. Do I annoy him that much? Whatever, who cares. If it’s that much of a problem, he should have just told me no.

…I’m totally overreacting. I don’t even care that much, why won’t my brain shut up about it?

She fought an eye roll at her own inner dialogue.

Soon Sam dropped her off at the class, which would last about an hour before he’d come to pick her back up. She made sure to thank him before getting out of the car and walking into the studio.

The dance class was extremely difficult and draining, despite being on skills and technique Aron had nearly perfected before the decline of her health. One of her teachers even made a comment about it, and Aron felt the urge to rush to the bathroom and puke or cry. Or both.

For the first time in years, Aron found herself counting down the minutes until the class ended. Sure, she did that when she was younger, as she was required to take tap class, which she loathed. 

But this was different. It was a lyrical-contemporary class, one of her favorite dance styles, but she could hardly keep up with what the instructor was saying. She suddenly wished she hadn’t tried so hard to get a ride, and just given up.

Struggling to perform a skill she used to excel at was devastating for Aron, especially when that skill was something that’s always brought her so much peace.

Aron found herself fighting tears by the end of the class, quickly rushing out to hide it. She tried to wipe any that had fallen down quickly as she walked over to Sam’s car. 

She sat in the passenger seat, the exhaustion evident on her face. Sam seemed to have been deep in thought, eyes shooting up from the steering wheel and up at her immediately.

Even so, she smiled softly at him as she buckled her seatbelt.

She had almost missed that same blush that kept showing up on his face.

“Hey, uh…you alright?” Sam asked as he started the car, his tone unsure.

She assumed he could sense that she’d been upset, but didn’t think much of it. Aron nodded quickly. “Yep,” she said quickly. “Figure out where you wanna get for food?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “That burger joint Matthew took us all to is open, if you wanna go through the drive through.”

“Ooh, that sounds really good,” Aron said back. “They had really good chicken nuggets.”

Sam glanced at her for just a second before turning his eyes back to the road. “It’s a burger joint. Why the hell are you getting chicken nuggets?”

She giggled, relaxing more. “Hey! Don’t judge me. Chicken nuggets are top tier. You’re just being a hater.”

“A hater? Seriously!? No, you’re just weird,” he said back.

“You know what’s weird? Judging people for eating chicken nuggets,” she countered, her tone light and playful. She found herself relaxing, the mood less awkward than earlier. “And since when are you a food critic?”

“I’m not-! Look, just when you go to a restaurant that has a bunch of options, why pick the thing you can get anywhere?” he asked her.

“Well- ju- Because!”

“Because why?”

Aron sputtered as she tried to find an answer. “Okay, you know what? Since you’re Mr. Food Critic today, tell me what you’re gonna get!”

Sam grinned. “Easy. The western burger.”

“What’s even on that?” she asked incredulously.

“Other than the regular stuff? Bacon, onion rings and barbeque sauce,” he told her.

Aron bit her lip to stop her smile. “Okay, well, ya know what? I’m not judgmental about people’s food choices, so I’m not gonna say anything.”

He huffed. “What’s that supposed to mean? Got a problem with it?”

“Nope,” she said back with a grin. “Nothing at all.”

“Whatever,” he said back, and Aron could see the small smile on his face.

She couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. Sure, it was just one interaction, but Sam was a lot more pleasant to be around when they were actually talking. It’s probably nothing, don’t overthink it!

Soon they got their food and decided to park so Sam didn’t attempt to eat and drive at the same time. He was already not an incredible driver, but Aron refrained from saying that.

After a few moments of eating, she turned and looked at Sam. “For your information, these chicken nuggets are incredible.”

He chuckled. “Sure they are, Doofus.”

“Doofus? How am I the doofus here?” she asked during her soft laughter.

“You just are,” he said back with a grin.

She giggled and shook her head, continuing to eat. She felt a lightness in her chest, a general happiness at the happier mood between the two of them. She wanted it to last, but wouldn’t let herself get too hopeful.

[blysse-and-blunder]

In lieu of a late summer commonplace book

sunday, august 25, 2024 ~ 6:30 pm

hello again c:

trying to remember what routine feels like, what my rhythm from semesters and work-weeks past felt like, and i think i had a good thing going with a sunday afternoon/evening round-up post alongside filling out my planner and to-do lists for the week. so here we are again, at long last.

reading recently finished a couple of things, several thanks to @un-serial-writer's excellent recs. pictured below in no particular order:

most time spent reading, and therefore the one that feels like the biggest accomplishment: lady, thomas tryon, a best seller from 1974 that was among the many agéd vacation reads and slightly-musty paperbacks in the family cottage. i didn't predict the twist but it sure did take like 80% of the book to actually get to there being some genuine suspense. luckily, i like a slice-of-life and even better when it's, like, an interesting study on how the seventies thought of / wrote about nostalgia for the thirties.

least time spent reading: the intuitionist, colson whitehead, which was exceptional except that i did feel like i had missed something when i finished it. huge fan of the setting and characters and twists and atmosphere and prose, though.

most enjoyable time spent reading: prophet, by helen macdonald and sin blanché, which was so goddam compelling and had such delicious dialogue, only to leave off in the middle of a GOOD SCENE C'MON. delicious character work btw the two leads! delicious concepts and premise! not sure i feel like the payoff from the main threat really...landed...but it almost doesn't matter.

most reluctantly enjoyable / frustrating time spent reading: bunny by mona awad, which i want to discuss with someone who has done an mfa in creative writing (aron. aron please. it's like not even good but it is? something?). its got two sort of big twists and i was very grateful for the first, then sort of disappointed by the second, and then the big reveal at the end actually did gratify me. i will not be forgetting this one but i also, desperately, need to mock it with someone who will understand.

watching most recently, the bear season two, because i am finally catching up with the culture. yes chef please it is so good. i just finished ep. 7, "forks," and oh my god richie. richieee. don't make me so, so proud of you. save me, juliet, etc. i also texted @madonnavenus after watching ep 6, "fishes," because that was a lot. but luckily, luckily, the emotions were manageable through the distancing effect of recognizing that it was acting, good talented but most importantly familiar actors doing incredible work (and successfully making me so, so tense and nervous ha ha). jamie lee curtis you're a queen, and also, god. sarah fucking paulson? gillian jacobs? and then also john mulaney was there, immediately recognizable, taking me out of the fiction in a useful way genuinely. but lest you think i'm forgetting our main loves, here's to sydney and marcus and ebra and tinaaaa.

i love finding these promo images online, they're always so goofy.

listening shout-out to my comfort listens this summer: the new decembrists album as it ever was, so it will be again (2024) and the associated spotify this is the decembrists playlist,

and the two podcasts 99 percent invisible's breakdown of the Power Broker and dimension 20's the unsleeping city, which in fact speak to each other so well and it was such serendipity that i ended up listening to both of them this summer. i think i said out loud, early on, "brennan you mother fucker you've read the power broker" when i was beginning to understand who the villain was going to be, and whether he actually had or not, it's a beautiful thing when your soothing book club urban design readalong ends up cluing you in to a twist in your magical new york urban fantasy liveplay.

playing today specifically i finished another language in chants of sennaar, but for the past month (while getting over covid, l m a o) it's been pokemon. old school 2DS pokemon ultramoon, for anyone who wasn't here when i first inherited it in 2020-- i've evolved three of my favorites, dear sweet primarina, my growlithe is now up an arcanine, and i've gotten my much beloved mareep up all the way to ampharos! i do wish she still looked a little more like a sheep still, the flaaffy evolution is really like peak design imo, but i still love them.

unpopular opinion maybe but i 'm really leaning into pokemon refresh, both as a former neopet kid, someone who is consistently amused by the way this mechanic forced them to animate and come up with cute/affectionate animations for like zubat, and also as someone who, like, does periodically think too much about the real-world uhhhh implications of video games. getting to scritch arcanine or cubone (which can apparently feel it even through? the skull mask? hilarious) makes it feel a little less. mean. to make them fight.

making fallow month+. i have two new patches to sew on the jean jacket, which meant rearranging a few already on there, but apart from pinning things into a possible new arrangement, no progress there.

working on - syllabus plan for fall class-- finish assignment plan tonight, finalize readings and post? by tuesday? - diss chapter 1 which is now four -- you fool. you absolute buffoon. - article draft. see above. - cover letters (x2) see aboev. - raship work because it a) pays me more immediately and b) allows me to feel in control of my life somewhat. we stan a concrete list of achievable tasks and accountability to an external structure. - oh yeah and this translation i'm working on-- for fun!

yeah, it sure is the beginning of the semester next. week.

[daemon-in-my-head]

I don't wanna sound bitter. Cuz I'm not. But I am very much disappointed. And probably a tiny bit mad.

Larian, I very much appreciate it that we get a new patch every 4 weeks or so and that you guys continously throw in "new" content, but; please for the love of everything that is holy take your time.

Patch 6 broke the game. Hotfix 18 made it even worse for modders, those with modded games and even just the vanilla experience. Patch 6 was very much still playable, whereas Hotmess 18 crashed the game round about every 30 minutes for reasons beyond human comprehension. Hotmess 19 fixed the .exe resulting in most script mods working again and Aron stopped his personal vendetta against me, but even now there's random funny lil bits and bobs of what the hell? and apparently some lines are marked as impossible again.

Please, for the love of god, test your patches. This is a fully released game, not EA and your players didn't sign up to be your beta testers. I know it's modern custom to treat your user base like they are, but speaking as part of the user base; I'd rather not.

I don't want to start the game directly from its .exe, continuously stay offline in Steam, or turn off auto updates for fear they will break everything yet again. I know my game is volatile because of mods; I understand that, and I'm not complaining about it, but mods didn't cause the bugs and crashes I've faced, and y'all confirmed it with the patch notes. Especially since I had the very same issues on my very much vanilla Steamdeck myself.

I do appreciate the work you do, but I don't appreciate the way how it is done. There will always be bugs and all. That much is normal. But they shouldn't be this severely game breaking or change the whole fucking .exe. That, to me, screams 99% untested, maybe on 1 particular notebook or PC and in some very small capacity, but not really. That's not a simple "oversight" anymore.

It happened before with Patch 4 which was incredibly broken and caused me to stay away from the game for weeks and I'm seeing it happen again right about fucking now.

Also the whole discord drama bit. If you know what I mean, you know how fucked up it was. Shall I add that some characters received a bunch of idles and some barely any or straight up none? If you commit to such updates, why not wait until you have something ready for everyone instead of stoking the flames by yourself voluntarily? Your players don't mind waiting longer if the end result is worth it, you know.

Please get your shit together Larian. You guys advocated for your players, but this isn't that anymore. This feels like a sellout. The very thing certain people tried to complain about at the Game Awards. Love you guys, but please. Please. Get it together again.

Okay. Got it out of my system. Back to my usual bullshit. On the bright side, this did trigger me to go write again after spending the entirety of yesterday asleep.

FYI; even if this was caused by the whining, get mad at the devs, not at your fandom. It wasn't their fault, the devs made these changes. Some of these people were right to complain (can we be adults about it this time pretty please? We all just want our ships to sail smoothly and our blorbos to be as developed as they deserve.)

[pxperplxnets]

1. a kiss in secrecy

this is the part of the new series that i am writing. i took the concept and prompts from yurawiththegoodhair on ao3, and i will be writing them for the couples that i see most fitting for the respective prompt. i hope you like them!

summary: first part of the 50 kisses series, a kiss in secrecy.

pairing: paul aron x aurora simmons.

paul and aurora character descriptions

word count: 496

lowercase intended!

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“i'm going to the bathroom, please don't kill each other” dino said, looking at aurora and paul glaringly.

aurora did nothing but show him his middle finger as paul rolled his eyes. dino laughed and left the room, leaving them in an awkward silence.

they had confessed their feelings for each other recently and they were still hiding their situationship from their peers. the newly revealed feelings still felt a little awkward between them, as they didnt know how to show them.

so they are mean to each other to hide the awkwardness.

“why are you breathing so hard? oh my god” aurora groaned, looking up from her phone to look at him.

“really? i'm breathing too hard?” he complained, looking at her too.

“yes.” she dared him with her eyes.

“shut me up then, come here.” paul looked at her with a grin adorning his lips.

that took her by complete surprise. yes, they had made out multiple times, but it was still new to her how forward paul was when he wanted to.

“fuck no, if dino comes in and finds us kissing we are done for. also i don't want to kiss your ugly face.” she denied, looking at him with fake disgust.

the way her nose scrunched made her look adorable in his eyes. just watching her mean, sarcastic humour made him feel all giddy inside and it was a very weird feeling. not one he could express to her without her making fun of him, anyways.

“okay then, your loss” he stuck his tongue out at her without knowing that this gesture made her feel the same thing he had felt before.

they went back to the silence, the only thing that could be heard was sounds that came out of their phones. stolen glances were exchanged from his part, noticing how she was shamelessly staring at him.

he was just so hot, she couldn't help it. she couldn't help to think of how she wanted to lay next to him, caress his face and kiss him. she knew she could, and her time was running out before dino came to pester them again.

fuck it

she stood up from her place on the couch and sat alongside him. he looked up at her and showed her a small smile that made the butterflies in her stomach do flips and turns.

aurora grabbed his face and left a small kiss on his lips. it wasn't like their other kisses, it was tender and short, but left a smile on both of their faces.

they looked at each other for a few seconds before they heard footsteps nearing the room. she stood up again and moved to the opposite couch, continuing to watch her phone as if nothing had happened.

“you guys didn't kill each other!” dino celebrated, laughing a little too long about his own very unfunny joke.

while dino laughed, paul sent a wink in auroras direction, making her smile.

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authors note:

okay, ive been having a horrible writers block, but now that ive found this i got a bit of inspiration, so lets hope its good!