#he comes back and goes crazy in the woods for a bit

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Oh my god season 2 is the season for psychotic Jaden truthers (it’s me, I’m psychotic Jaden truthers)

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little miss wingwoman (3) - ln4

You meet the Norris family, Penelope drops by for a surprise visit, and luckily Christmas Eve goes off without a hitch. Thanks to your amazing skills in everything that comes with being a nanny.

warnings/notes: I, once again, am posting christmas after christmas and i don't care <3 happy hanukkah by the way!! also shout out to my brother who inspired the whole 'athena falling asleep' bit here bc he did this w my baby cousin on christmas eve

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Lando is welcoming in his siblings while you're in the process of finishing up a quick little Christmas Eve dinner. They'd requested nothing crazy, so you'd scoured the internet to find a simple chicken dish, and had Lando go out to buy some games to play with the family. His siblings had all been on the same flight, but with a little rain systems coming through Monaco, his parents flight had been delayed a few hours.

Meaning, you got to be eased into meeting your roommate of barely a weeks family, and spending the holidays with them.

As you finally set down some tin foil over the last few sides, sliding them in the oven on a preheat setting to keep everything warm until Lando's parents arrived, Oliver and Flo poke around the corner to look at you.

You don't notice them studying the way you flow through Lando's kitchen, you're too busy counting over the names Lando had told you--Oliver, Flo, and Cisca, his siblings, you think in that order with Lando ahead of Flo. Then, Savannah, Lando's sister-in-law, and his two nieces Mila and Athena. His parents, Cisca and Adam, though you can't imagine calling them anything other than Mr and Mrs. Norris.

"Oh, guys," Lando's tone is full of smiles, proudly waving an arm to you as you turn around and discard your oven mitts onto the counter, "This is my roommate, Yn."

"Ah!" Oliver smiles, Athena in his hands sraring up at you with wonder in her eyes, "This is the roommate I've heard so much about."

"Oh, god, I hope all good things?" You step around Lando to properly greet each sibling, Savannah, and the girls.

"Lando talks about you a lot." Cisca teases softly, looking over at her brother, who flushed and quickly asked what everyone wanted to drink--safely deterring the conversation. Above everyones scurrying heads into the kitchen, you meet Lando's eyes, and find you can't look away as he crinkles up in a smile before turning to find cups for everyone.

A bit later, Lando runs out to go collect his parents from Nice's airport, leaving you with the siblings. Mila and Athena have taken to exploring the living room under their parents watchful eye as you scour for a good Christmas movie for them--settling on the Grinch after a while, just to have it on in the background. You can tell Athena's getting ready for a nap, but with so much excitement and noise, she seems to be struggling to settle down. Savannah seems a bit flustered, so you take a seat with her on the couch while Flo and Cisca sneak some cookies in the kitchen and gossip.

"So," Oliver starts, "We spent so long catching up with Lando, I never had a chance to ask anything about you."

"Oh, Sorry!" Savannah calls, turning to place a hand on your knee, "Don't want you to feel left out!"

"Don't apologize, it's alright! He's your brother and you said, Savannah, the last time you saw him was Goodwood, which was--what, July?" You say, watching as Cisca and Flo come to the living room, sitting down with their nieces and their toys by the big windows. Savannah offering the girls a thankful smile for taking them off her hands for the time being.

"Yeah, it's been a while." Flo hums, "And Cis and I didn't even see him at Goodwood, we saw him at Silverstone."

"He's so busy with racing, I see why but I still worry for him. He's still just the boy he was when we were young and running amuck through the woods in the middle of nowhere. He had no friends back then, and I worry he isolates himself here too, just blames it on being busy." Oliver leans back, running a hand across his head. You can see the worry for a baby brother he's watched grow clear in his eyes, and Savannah soothes a hand across his shoulders in comfort.

You hum softly, "He's got Max. And Oscar, Charles... Carlos, Alex and George, though I guess George is in London now... a lot of the drivers live close--we actually bought them presents for Christmas. He's got all of Quadrant too."

"And you," Flo prompts, looking up from where Athena tries to grab onto her hair.

"Yeah," you breathe out, turning to Oliver, "And me."

"How'd you meet?" Savannah asks and you smile.

"Max Verstappen, his 'bonus daughter' Penelope is the girl I nanny. I've worked for Kelly since Penelope was maybe three or four months, actually. Just an extra set of hands for her, but now I'm sort of like a housekeep? I watch the apartment when they're gone, cook, clean, help them keep track of everything--the two of them are also so busy." You laugh softly, watching as Athena uses the table to toddle her way over to her parents, Savannah picking up the sleepy toddler and laying her on her chest.

"But, with their baby on the way, the room I was living in is turning into a nursery. They didn't want to move, especially with a whole baby coming, so they helped me find a new place to live. Luckily, I knew Lando... kinda... we never really spoke much before but Penelope adores him so I've been out with Penelope at races or even in Monaco, and run into him."

Savannah watches as Athena scoots out of her hold and climbs across the couch, the curious toddler now taking up space in your lap as you wrap up your explanation, and a place a hand on her back, "So, Lando let me move in. I've pretty much transformed his entire apartment in exchange for the rent he's covering for me."

"I was going to say, it looks a lot better than the last time I was here." Oliver chuckles, Savannah countering with, "Yes, it does. A woman's touch was needed for sure."

"Lando kept asking us all about how to live with a girl," Cisca looks over her shoulder, watching as Flo and Mila move to join you on the couch. Little Athena snuggling into the warm of your hold as you move back.

"I told him it was just like living with sisters," Oliver rolls his eyes, "but he was insistent there was a way to do it wrong."

You laugh softly, imaging the way that he had probably begged for some sort of advice over the phone with his siblings, gently rocking a fussy Athena--who has been refusing her nap since she'd gotten into the apartment almost two hours ago now.

You speak softly, to keep the girl from waking up as she nearly is sleeping, "There really isn't, and I've been moving around so much my whole life I don't really have a set way to live. I kinda just adapt."

Before you can say anything else, the front door opens, and Lando announces he's back. Savannah lifts Athena, who whines, clinging to your shirt, and you shake her off, "I can take her, if it's okay."

"Sure, if it's fine. I wouldn't wanna wake her so close to her falling asleep. Athena loves to cuddle, she's a clinger," Savannah laughs softly, brushing her daughters wild curly hair back. You nod, holding her the way Savannah instructs--missing when Penelope used to be this tiny in your arms.

Lando's parents--Adam and Cisca, are happily talking with their children when you round the corner into the kitchen. Everyone turns with your presence, smiling at the sight of Athena curled in your arms, Mrs. Norris audibly aweing at the scene as you smile.

"Hi, it's really lovely to meet you both," You say softly, stepping over so they can give you hugs and greet their granddaughter who refuses to come out of the comfort she'd found nestled in your chest.

"I'll get the food out," Lando says, "I imagine you're all starving,"

"God, please." Flo whines, Oliver going to help his brother. You linger with the Norris parents in the hall, smiling softly as Athena lets out little snores against the warm fabric of your sweater. Savannah long gone after being dragged off by Mila.

Mrs. Norris moves into the kitchen, laughing as she scolds her sons for stealing bits of food while they bring everything out. The stack of bags and gifts flow down the hall now, the jackets and shoes overflowing the racks, and you can't help but smile at the liveliness of the once empty apartment.

"You're a real charmer," Adam says after a second and your attention is drawn to Mr. Norris. He grins, "Haven't seen Lando this organized in years."

You laugh softly, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Athena's back, "It's the least I could do for him, considering he won't let me pay rent. He's been really kind to let me live here."

"That's Lando for ya," Adam looks at his son in the kitchen, helping Mila get seated at the table, "He'd give you the skin off his back if he could."

As if sensing you both looking at him, Lando's head perks up, scowling as he comes over. He takes his father's jacket out of his hands and urges him to go get a plate of the food you'd 'slaved over' making all day in the kitchen. You can't help but giggle as he shoos away his father's knowing smile and wave as he goes to join his wife and kids.

"Thanks for saving this whole holiday," Lando looks over at you, catching the way you're already looking at him. A soft smile gracing your lips as you sway the toddler in your arms.

"Your family is lovely," you reply softly, "I'm glad I could do something for them."

Lando's quiet for a moment, the both of you just watching eachother. Turning back when Flo and Cisca start cracking up over some teasing thing Mrs. Norris is saying as Oliver scowls and rebukes whatever she's saying.

"Do you want a plate?" Lando says, "I can get mine last."

"No no, wouldn't want to wake Athena. I can always heat it up after she wakes." You wave a hand, and Lando nods, stepping closer to wipe a crumb off your cheek and brush a piece of hair back into place before Flo calls him over. You wave him on and he goes, making a spectacle about making his way back to the group.

Slowly, you make your way back into the living room, slowly sinking down on the couch and getting comfortable with Athena still snoring in your arms. And as the Norris' carry on in the kitchen, you can help but lay your head back on the cushions, cuddling in to the comfiest position you can find.

You fall asleep around the point Martha May announces her love for the Grinch, and right before Flo brings out Uno for the group at the table to play.

Lando comes over about twenty minutes later, pausing when he sees you knocked out. The rest of the family peeking around the corner as Lando grabs a blanket from the chair in the corner and walks over to where you are--Athena still snuggling into your hold. He gently drapes the blanket over the two of you, grabbing a pillow to lay under your head so your neck isn't killing you in the morning, and just takes a pause to sit next to you.

His eyes travel down your hair, to your closed eyes, parted lips, the soft breaths that leave you. The way Athena has tucked herself against your chest like she just knows you're safety, that you know how to take care of her. He lifts the blanket a little higher, resists the urge to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, and stands.

No one moves fast enough for him to not catch them staring.

"Looked like you were gonna kiss her for a second," His father chimes. Lando feels heat rise to his cheeks as his siblings laugh and he just waves away their comments as he comes back to play the game with them.

When Athena stumbles in to cuddle her mom about thirty minutes later, he peeks out to see you still asleep on the couch and tilts his head. Oliver leaning on the wall leaning into the living room as Lando steps forward, tucks his arms underneath you and carefully lifts you. It's not graceful by any means, but when your eyes flutter and you settle in as he holds his breath, Oliver bites his lip to keep himself from laughing at Lando.

"I'll get the door." Oliver says, nodding his head to where the spare bedroom is. His whole family pretends not to see him nearly whack your head into the wall when he brings you into your room and lays you on the bed. Mrs. Norris does come to ensure her son has you tucked in properly, with the blinds lowered to block out the setting sun as you curl up in your bed.

"Poor thing, she's absolutely knackered." She hums, waving Oliver out of the room as Lando sheepishly rubs his neck, walking over to her.

"She cooked all day, and we've spent the week decorating everything," his voice is soft as he looks over at your sleeping form in the bed, before his mother pulls him out of the room to shut the door.

"Well, she did a wonderful job." She winks knowingly at him, earning a shy laugh from Lando as she brings him back over to the table to keep playing games.

You do manage to get up and freshen up around nine, after his family has left to sleep off their jetlag. Lando's sitting on the couch with--surprisingly to you, Penelope.

"Max dropped her off, he and Kelly have dinner with their parents and P was supposedly exhausted." Lando pokes the girls cheek, but you can see she's clearly wide awake, sheepishly smiling up at you as you chuckle to yourself.

"I'm sure she was," You chime, sitting down at the counter as Penelope climbs up to sit next to you, leaning on you and looking up at you through her long lashes.

"I just didn't wanna go." Penelope admits softly, "All everyone's been talking about is the baby. I don't care about the stupid baby, I wish it was just me again, and I didn't have to fight this little thing in my Mommy's belly for some attention."

You hum, rubbing a hand up and down Penelope's back. She'd been complaining to you about the baby since you'd gotten back to Monaco, and you'd brought it up to Max and Kelly already. From the time spent in their apartment with them, you knew it wasn't their fault Penelope was feeling this way--after her first complaint. They'd both apologized to her, and explained it to her, and after that Penelope had been fine for a while.

But having every single person in your extended family fawning over the unborn baby in your mothers stomach--buying him tons of gifts and clothes, things Penelope was used to be doted onto her, the shift had to feel weird.

"Max and Kelly still love you," it's Lando who chimes from the couch, groaning as he stands up and stretched out his shoulders, "It's been hard for them with the baby coming, and you know how much the baby needs."

Penelope nods and you pout. Usually, Christmas Eve was reserved for the Verstappen-Piquets to spend the entire night together. But it seemed every one of their traditions had been tossed aside.

"How about this," you say softly, "I have some stuff left over to bake. Why don't you, Lando, and I make some cookies for Santa, hm? We can leave them out at your apartment when I drop you off."

Penelope does light up at that and agrees, so as Lando helps her get supplies, you finish shoveling your dinner into your mouth before standing to help them with baking.

By the end of it, after Penelope's roped you and Lando into a flour fight you know is going to be a disaster to clean up, you and Lando end up carrying up a sleeping Penelope and a plate of cookies. Max laughs softly at the sight of the three of you covered in flour, and Kelly thanks you both for staying up later to watch her.

When you return to Lando's apartment, the two of you elect to finish watching whatever movie is playing on the tv. And the quiet moment, broken by occasionally showing each other something on your phones or asking questions about this absolutely absurd 80s christmas movie, just fills the home with a sense of warmth you aren't expecting to feel.

It almost makes you not want to go to bed, but alas, the Norris' are coming back over in the morning, so you two duck off to bed eventually--hesitating to part due to the invisible magnet that holds you close.

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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: forehead kisses to all of you guys! you guys showed love and support for the last ten parts!! so crazy! 💜 i appreciate every single one of you xoxo! <<prev >>next

The hard, freshly made, picture you made was drying out in your now scarce room. You bullied your way into staying one more day at your house. Paul was confused, with most of your things moved in, but you didn’t want to tell him that you had a surprise for him.

Paul on the other hand, had a surprise for you too. He occupied his time with a project of his own.

The people in your household were happy for you. From the outside looking in, you looked content and well on your path. They even saw the love that Paul had for you just by glance. It reminded them in a way that romance wasn’t all the way dead.

As you stared out of your window, you realized that things will never be the same again. People outside of the pack wouldn’t know the real truth. You were coming to terms that you were okay with that.

Paul didn’t wait for the birds to chirp. With the sun barely up, he texts you. You were still asleep and missed it. He called, the vibration vibrating your bed and you pick up the phone and sleepily mutter out a hello.

“Come on, I’m outside.” he says to you.

Trudging down the house steps, while yawning, you run your eyes with the heels of your hands. He kisses you as soon as you’re in the passenger seat as if he hasn’t seen you in years. Moving your head to the side, you chuckle a bit as you gasp out, “I can’t breathe.” He does nothing but nips your neck. Feeling a sharp nip, you pull back to him looking back at you, his eyes were dark, something told you that his wolf was sitting right there at the surface.

“Anything else I can get for you?” the older waitress asks you both as you both have cheeks full of breakfast. You both shake your heads and she’s on her way.

Looking up from your plate, you still see his eyes looking at you as he swallows his food. You look down and adjust the fork in your fingers and grin a bit, “I made you something.”

“I made you something too.” he replies calmly.

You look up and replace the grin with a smile.

“I have to go back home to get it.” you tell him. He nods, “Oh.” and looks at his food and takes a stab into his food.

“So, how have things been?” you ask, it was only a day but from experience, so much could happen in a day.

He shrugs halfheartedly, “Went on patrol and then back home.”

You nod and choose to say nothing. He goes back to looking at your face as he finishes up his chewing.

Walking out, you see more people out and about since the sun had fully risen. Paul drives on the road in front of him.

You step out and he stands to the side from the front door. “Open the door with your new key.” he tells you.

You do as that, he comes in following after you and he waves his arm over. “Come, here.”

You follow him as he pushed open the door and revealed a handmade bookshelf with all of your books neatly stacked. You peer over it and you turn around and wrap your arms around his chest and out your head near his heart.

“Thank you so much. You’re the best.” you whisper and he keeps his hand on your back, and you squeeze him as hard as you could. You pull back and take in the room with your eyes.

The bed was huge and looked very comfortable to sleep in. It was also made up. You knew where everything was already, you spent all day with him to set everything up.

With your back turned, you feel a hot hand move your hair out of the way and your neck is immediately attached to Paul’s lips. Your eyes was still on the nice view of the woods from the window you were looking through. Your heart was thudding and you felt a deep familiar ache. You felt another sharp nip, followed by an open kiss and it makes you breathe in shakily.

You move but he still leans forward, still attached to your neck, and keeping the grip tight. It felt good but you wanted to talk to him. He does it with more pressure and passion. The nip feels sharper and it kind of makes you wince so you were able to get out of the way.

You place a hand on your neck to check for blood but there isn’t any. Your eyes look up to his. He gives you a dominant stare down.

“Are you okay?” you ask him. The way that he looked and currently acted, was a bit worrisome to you.

“I was going to ask you that.” he says and his hand cradled the side of your face, strongly but gently.

You look somewhere else and nervously lick your lips, “So, um..Are you taking me back to get your gift?” you ask him. He traces a thumb along your bottom lip and tilts his head, “I’m not worried about it.”

He doesn’t have to lean far forward to capture your lips again. His warm hands snake his way up under your top and he goes right back to the spot of your neck that have you shiver. As you’re leaning forward on him, the peeling of your shirt is rising.

“I’m still tired.” you whisper to him, moving back a bit. He looks you up and down, and due to him picking you up, your back knows how the new bed feels. Laying next to you on his side, Paul keeps his lips lowered into yours. You melted into him as his hands smoothly felt the skin of your body. Your underwear is around your ankle and your legs are clenched around Paul’s hand. Panting and holding his forearm, you try to gain control of your shiver spell. Minds were blown, Paul just couldn’t get enough of your smell, he was almost drooling at the way his fingers were glossy as your hips fluidly rolled up to meet him. Warm lips hit your throat and as you quietly called to him.

You woke up with daytime still waiting outside and the spot next to you, had Paul with his head turned over fast asleep. You don’t remember going to sleep but the covers covering your bare lower body reminded you of what you did remember. You feel with your leg to see if you could find your underwear in the bed, but without success, you just get up and put some bottoms on.

You turn around and Paul startled you, his eyes were on you, and sitting up and awake. He was just heavily sleeping not even a minute ago. You softly chuckle and place a hand on your chest for a second, “You were just asleep.”

“Where are you going?” he asks with a listlessly voice.

“I’m just going back really quick to get something.”

He huffs softly with annoyance and places a hand where his ear and hair meets and scratches.

“What’s wrong.” you ask him, catching wind of his mood.

He flings his arm down and replies, “I told you I wasn’t really worried about it, Y/N.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I was just trying to do something nice.”

He doesn’t say anything but rises up and leaves out of the room.

Silently, you made your way outside. You touched the painted object to make sure it’s dry, and varnished it before carefully placing it in the frame. You carefully placed it into the backseat, with something covering it.

Back at home, he stood with arms crossed and you unwrapped the picture with a smirk.

He carefully took it and let his eyes glaze over the shiny picture. He couldn’t stop looking at it. You watch his hardened face stretch into a look of awe as he gives you your favorite smile, “Our first time at the cliffs.” Bringing you close to him, he kisses your nose, your cheek and your eyelid, which makes your eyes flutter and you giggle. “You’re so amazing.” He says softly squeeze your shoulder, “You’re so good.”

He immediately hangs it up. You hug him from behind when he’s done taking a step back, to examine the picture once more in its new space.

You both decided to go to Emily’s for dinner. You notice Paul’s silence on the road. The silence however didn’t stop him from returning your glances. With the car stopping in front of her home, you place a hand on his shoulder and you can tell that it needed to be said, “You can talk to me.”

He lets out a breath as he lets it all out, “Cold ones live right in Forks. We can’t even touch them because of some old treaty our ancestors made.” he says, as he said it like it was an injustice.

You rub his shoulder and stare out of the windshield. He continues, “More people are just going to shift and we can’t do anything about it.” he says and shakes his head.

“I know you will keep me safe.” you say and you look at him to see if he can tell that you were sincere. “You will keep me safe right?” you ask him and snake your hand on the nape of his neck. He looks at you with a natural look of certainty, “Of course.” He holds your face as you both drown into each other. Both wanting to forget that oxygen existed. With muscle memory, both tongues memorized the same dance.

Empty chairs showed Jared and Kim’s absence. After complimentary exchanges for Emily’s cooked food, you watch her as she doesn’t eat immediately. Instead, she leans back into the chair and smiles a bit, “I wish everybody was here for this, but I can’t wait any longer to say it.”

Your eyes go to Sam to see him giving her a small, almost shy, smile. You watch Emily as she lifts her hand and displays the shimmer object sitting snug on her left finger. You gasp and smile but you want her to say it out of her own mouth.

“We’re engaged!” she says laughing, overwhelmed with happiness. Paul gets up to congratulate Sam as you hug Emily. She shows it off and your eyes mirror the sparkle. She sat and talked about how it happened as you and Paul were sucked into the storytelling. Sam held his imprint’s hand and squeezed it at tender times as he watched his fiancée beam with glee.

After a long time of convincing Emily to have a seat, you wash the dishes.

“So, how do you and Paul like the new house?” she asks, ready to receive your thoughts.

“It’s nice!” you tell her while nodding and she rubs her hands together and says, “We can do a bit of house shopping if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” you tell her and plate the wet dish on the dish rack.

Paul popped up, off of the couch when you showed signs of wanting to go home. Hugging Emily goodbye, you promise to call her. Hugging Sam, he gives you a look, a look you wouldn’t forget. It was as if he was checking on you. As if he knew something.

Going to bed, you didn’t like to wear bottoms anymore. Paul kept you warm anyways.

You really did like the heat. You have a feeling Paul made you like it. As your grip your fingers in his shoulders and arms matched his strong grip around you, hot skin scraped your insides deliciously. You felt the same sharp nips in your neck but it enhanced tingling sensations. Sitting up, your body was melting on the center top of him. Your hips stayed relaxed open as you were taking all of him in. Noises through the mouth, sighed and whispered to each other. His heated hands overheating the front of your body as he felt and touch every inch.

Naked bodies were pressed together as you fluttered your eyes open. Paul’s body heat alone made you feel hot. Shifting and moving to roll out of bed, you realize he was still inside of you. The movement almost made your eyes roll back.

Peering through the mirror as you get ready for your shower, you stare at the redness on your neck. You softly touch it as the color stuck out. You almost called it a hickey but the sight of it wouldn’t allow you to. The shower water beats down on you as you scrub and reflect. It didn’t hurt, however, you thought about how Paul would nip you in that same spot and you almost breathed out a moan by just the thought of him and his actions.

As you were walking towards Emily’s home, Sam is leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“Hey.” you tell him. He gives you a kind smile before he asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?” you ask. He nods but his eyes flickers to a certain spot on your neck. He walks forward and tells you, “We should take a walk.”

You and Sam walk side to side as if you both took walks together on the regular. Listening to the crunchy footsteps, with both hands in his pockets, he speaks out, “Are you hurting or anything?” There was genuine concern.

You shake your head at Sam’s question. You take a look at him, “Does it look like it?” you ask. If you were showing it, you wanted to know.

“I just caught a glimpse of your neck. I wanted to just tell you to be careful.” he says leisurely.

“Be careful? Of what?”

He eyes you, “I will let Paul explain it to you.”

“Sam, it’s okay. You can tell me.” You try to persuade. You felt like he could just vomit it out without leaving you in the dark.

He doesn’t say anything, now turning in the direction of the house.

“Sam.” you call to him and you have his attention. His eyes are on you.

“Is it possible that like…even when you’re human, Emily can see your wolf?…In your eyes?” you flat out ask him. You hoped it had something to do with that. Maybe more information would come out.

He just nods and gives you a polite smile, something about his actions tells you, you’re on the right track, “They’re apart of us after all. When you and Emily come back, you and Paul will have plenty of time to talk.” He then turns back around makes his way up the steps that leads into the house he shared with Emily.

You tried your best to stay in tune with Emily and her conversations. She showed some suggestions and you tried your best to put your best opinion in. You don’t know how well you acted, but it must’ve been well enough to be able to still get nice things for the bathroom and kitchen. You silently thanked Emily for her eye on decorating.

Paul hooked the television up in the living room as you put the brand new silverware that you washed, away. You listened to the natural sounds of business as you thought of ways to start the conversation. You just hope it wasn’t anything bad.

The right time happened when he was finished and was able to get the tv to hum the digital programs. Sitting close on the couch, you both have eyes fixated on the electric box.

“Paul.” you say to him. He hums a response. You were hesitant because you now had his attention, you didn’t know how he was going to react but you just needed to tell him.

“Did you know I can see your wolf sometimes, in your eyes?”

It was silence for a quick moment before he speaks out, “Really?” he sounded a bit shocked.

“Yeah.” you tell him.

“Have you always seen it? Or..?”

“Just when your feelings are strong, I guess. The first time was the night you took my virginity.” you say quietly, remembering the moment as if it played out in front you live. You remembered the dark dominant eyes staring back at you when he insisted you wash another man’s scent off of you.

“He doesn’t scare you? Does he?” he asks, not even paying attention to the television.

“No. It’s just intense that’s all. I know he’s apart of you.” you tell him softly and turn your head to look at him.

The night was sweet. The love making was sweet. You both took turns jolting at each other. You almost told him you loved him. That’s how good he made you feel as his hips snapped into yours. Both souls licked at each other as skin rubbed against one another. Your insides kept screaming more, more, more. Paul felt pleasure throughout his entire body. His grunts and groans echoed in the bedroom along with the smacking of skin. Looking down, he felt good that you felt good as he gifted you strong pumps.

An soft throb was lingering on your neck as you used the bathroom in the morning time. Staring at your reflection in the big mirror, you grimace at the sight in between your shoulder and neck. Walking into the bedroom, you find Paul pulling his shorts up, as he finds your eyes.

“You sure did a number on me.” you say softly while giving a light hearted smile and throwing on a shirt.

“Sorry.” he murmurs and throws his arms around you lovingly.

“What does it mean?” you ask him as he sways you slowly in his arms. He turns you around so you can face him. He was just going to put it out on the table.

“It means… I want to mark you.” His eyes penetrated yours.

You don’t understand, “What do you mean?”

“It’s like marriage. Except, the wolves’ version. The legends explain the process. I’ve been trying to hold him back but…you’ve been telling me that you’ve been seeing him.”

“That’s.. what he wants to do?”

“Yes.”

You nod at this and understand why Sam was telling you to be careful. Why he told you that it was only Paul’s place to tell you.

“We have plenty of time for that.” you tell him with certainty and you grin at him. Paul leans down and gives you a sweetheart kiss on the temple.

Paul on the other hand, knew that his beast wasn’t patient.

Paul, the man, was trying to suppress the wolf from claiming his mate. He wanted to at least give the grace of taking things slower in that aspect. Marking meant more than just a literal mark on the neck or marriage. It meant forever. It meant mating for life. You wouldn’t be able to bear children with any other man other than him. Only his children with you would strengthen his bloodline. Imprinting was complete devotion but marking was putting the nail onto everything. It was way more than being joined as one.

At lunch, you helped Emily as you both talked. Due to it being summertime, the mark was big and on display if your hair didn’t cover it. You were surprised when Emily didn’t even mention it.

“Em, is Sam going to mark you since he’s marrying you?” you ask her as you wash off vegetables for her to cut.

She shakes her head, “I asked him when I heard about it in the legends. But, I guess his wolf feels like he would hurt me.”

“The legends…When do you hear them?”

“At the next bonfire. If Jacob phases, we will have one, but other than that, Old Quil usually have books and diaries for insiders to read.”

You nod understanding, “When Paul was hurt and the nurse gave him his medicine, she told me that I could hear them at bonfires.”

“That was Sue. Sue Clearwater. It will really help when you hear them. You will feel like you’re up to date with everything.”

Just then, you hear the front door open. You look over to find Kim.

“Hey.” Kim speaks out and you keep your eyes down on your task. Pretending as if she doesn’t exist.

“Hey, Kim. We need your help.” Emily says.

You take your time with cutting the vegetables, but you feel Kim’s eyes still on you.

“Wow. What happened to your neck?” you hear Kim ask when Emily left to use the restroom.

You still don’t say anything as the sounds of the knife chopping fills the silent air.

“Hello?? Y/N.” she says.

You breathe out a sigh, feeling yourself get irritated.

“So, now he’s roughing you up.” Kim says and scoffs.

“Shut the hell up.” you grit and say and without thinking, the pointed part of the knife is directed towards her.

She looks down and scoffs, “If you did that to him, maybe this wouldn’t be there.”

“If you minded your business then maybe you wouldn’t speak on things that you don’t know.” you hiss out and chop the vegetable in front of you as if it’s Kim’s face.

“Nice to know I’m appreciated. I did nothing but look out for you.”

“Appreciate what? Setting me up, snooping, and trying to drag me to hell with you? Appreciate exactly what?” you say with narrowed eyes and Emily strolls in, “Kim, please don’t start. Everything was going smooth.” she says in a calm tone.

“Start what? I just want her to understand-“

“Kim. Just drop it.” Emily says. Kim sighs in defeat as she abandoned her task and goes into the sitting room.

You and Emily work the kitchen together and when the food for the boys were done, you both sit in the backyard in the outside chairs.

“Will you and Kim ever get back into good graces?” she asks in a hushed tone.

You watch the sky as you shake your head, “No. Hell no.”

“You guys were friends since forever. A common ground might just be found someday.” she says, feeling bad about the damaged bond.

“If I hold onto that, I would be asking to get hurt. A lot more.” you say. You and Emily suddenly see Jared and Sam emerge from the trees in the woods. Emily meets Sam halfway in the backyard and he kisses her senseless. You turn towards the door and see Kim about to come out until Paul comes from behind her and spooks her.

She jumps and screams and he’s pointing and laughing at her reaction. Jared holds her, trying to contain his own laughter, being the prankster of the bunch. “Kim, it’s alright.” he says rubbing her back as she hides her face in his chest.

“No, he’s an asshole.” she says and makes sure she’s looking at you while she says this.

“Come, on. The food is ready.” you say to Paul trying to switch the conversation. He happily allows you to take his arm.

At the table, the clicks of plates and forks are collectively being heard.

“Jacob is going to be phasing sooner than we’ve thought.” Sam says.

“What’s taking the kid so long?” You ask, you didn’t want it to happen, but the anticipation was worse than it actually happening at this point.

“He’s too gung-ho for the leech lover.” Paul says and rolls his eyes.

You chuckle, “Leech lover?”

“He’s talking about Bella Swan.” Jared answers laughing at the nickname as well.

“Who’s that?” you and Kim ask at the same time but you cringe at the fact.

“Chief Swan’s daughter. She just moved here in January. Billy Black is really good friends with her father. She used to come here a lot as a kid for the summer and became best friends with Jacob.” Sam explains.

“So, why call her leech lover?” you tease at Paul but he doesn’t show any playful energy back. “Because she’s dating a bloodsucker that’s why.” he says and shakes his head in disgust.

“Does she know? How did he not kill her. They kill people right?” you say, spitting all of the questions out.

“Yes, she knows. He damn near did! Just in March, she was in the hospital with a broken leg and everything. I can’t believe they ran with the whole, “her clumsy old self just fell down the stairs and through a window” bullshit.” Jared says.

“Right. How come none of the doctors noticed the bite mark on her wrist?” Paul points out and scoffs while shaking his head, “The Cullens are a motherfucker.”

Jared hands down agrees to that. A lot of questions swirled in your mind as more food was put into people’s mouths and the conversation carried somewhere else. “Why on earth would someone knowingly date a cold one?” You asked yourself in your mind.

[soaps-mohawk]

The Unicorn

Kyletober Day 8: Frottage

Summary: You were hesitant at first until he proved himself. Now you just like watching.

Pairing: Kyle x John x John’s wife!reader

Word Count: 1,133 words

Warnings: brief fear of cheating at the beginning, Frottage, badly written handjobs, a couple and their unicorn, fingering, mention of munch!Kyle

A/N: This one was fun to write...you'll see why hehe

MASTERLIST

He's cheating. 

That had been the first thought that came to mind when your husband sat you down to have a conversation. He'd just returned from months of being away, and you knew he was going to drop the bomb. There was someone else, someone younger and prettier he met halfway across the world on deployment. 

What you hadn't been expecting was for him to come out as bisexual. After years and years of marriage he'd never even once hinted at it, much less told you. Then again, you know sometimes it takes time to notice and accept these things. You wouldn't have guessed though, your rough and manly husband who chops wood and works on cars and goes fishing is also interested in men? 

Never judge a book by its cover, they say. 

What had shocked you even more was his admission that he met a man he was interested in. Fear had spiked in your heart, thinking he was going to divorce you for this man, but what he said next shocked you almost more than him coming out. 

He wasn't going to leave you, he wanted to bring this man into your relationship. 

You had been hesitant at first, worried that he might wiggle his way into your husband’s heart and you’d wind up divorced anyway. 

Then you met Kyle. 

You’ve never been so glad you decided to try. 

Your thighs are slick as you watch them, a tangle of limbs and tongues. You're seated on the lounge in the corner of the room, watching your husband and his toy. Your thighs are still trembling slightly from the near mind-numbing orgasm Kyle had given you with his mouth a few minutes ago. 

Your husband is currently cleaning the remnants of it off Kyle’s face with his tongue. 

You're nowhere near satisfied, your pussy starting to throb again as you watch them. Kyle's hands are resting on your husband's soft waist, the prominent bulges in their briefs pressed tight together. Kyle moans into John's mouth as he pushes his hips against Kyle's, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric. 

“Bloody christ.” John groans as Kyle kisses down his neck, focusing on the spot behind his ear. You taught Kyle all of John's favorite spots, all the places that drive him crazy. 

“Fuck...” Kyle hisses as John grinds against him. 

“Let me see that pretty cock.” John growls, pushing Kyle back just slightly. 

You bite back a moan as Kyle pushes his briefs down his legs, that cute, pert ass on display from your angle. His cock stands at attention, longer than he is thick, but John makes up plenty for that. His cock is thick and heavy where it sits between his thighs. Your pussy flutters as you stare at them, two beautiful men so very different and yet so much alike. 

Kyle takes John's cock in his hand, pumping it as he steps closer. You half expect him to drop to his knees, but instead he steps right up to John, closing his hand around both of their cocks. You watch captivated as Kyle rubs their cocks together, his long fingers wrapped around both. Their eyes are locked, lips parted as they both breathe heavily. 

“So fucking pretty.” John groans, cupping the back of Kyle’s neck. “Look at you.” 

Kyle sinks his teeth into his lip, his head tilting back into John’s hand. You shift in the lounge, putting your feet up on the ottoman to give yourself room. There’s a painful throb between your legs as you watch them, your fingers slipping down between your thighs to try and ease that ache a bit. 

John tilts his head down, a glob of spit landing on their cocks. Kyle’s hand spreads it across their skin as he continues to pump their cocks, his hand picking up speed. You match his speed with your fingers on your clit, your pussy already wet and pulsing just from watching them together. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Kyle groans. “Feels so fucking good.” 

John leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, both of them staring down at their cocks as Kyle rubs them together. They’re a sight, the two of them. John is always the dominant one, and Kyle is always willing to sub for him. He trusts John on a level you can’t quite understand because you’re so separated from their world. It’s different from the trust you have with your husband, but perhaps that’s why the three of you work so perfectly.

Kyle lifts his gaze, staring into John’s eyes. His kiss-plump lips are parted as he moans, the sound like a sweet music harmonizing with John’s own deep, breathy groans. You sink your teeth into your lip to hold in your own as you sink two fingers into yourself, easing off your clit to delay an orgasm. You don’t want to distract them from this moment, you don’t want to pull them away from each other. Not yet. 

Kyle’s hand speeds up even faster, his hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans, dropping his head to rest it on John’s shoulder. 

John grips his hips, both of them thrusting into Kyle’s hand. They’re close, the telltale needy breathiness pitching their moans higher. Your own fingers curl around the arm of the chair, the wet squelch of your fingers hidden under the wet sound of their cocks. You can imagine them coated in precum, slick and shiny as they get closer and closer to their orgasms. 

“Gonna cum.” Kyle moans, his words muffled against John’s shoulder. 

“Cum for me.” John grunts, cupping the back of Kyle’s head again. 

Kyle’s whole body shudders, his hips jerking as he cums, the white fluid leaking from his tip to coat his hand. John follows almost immediately after, a long groan leaving his lips as his hips press against Kyle’s hand. It’s such a tender moment, both of them breathing heavily, leaning against each other as Kyle’s hand slows to a stop, milking every last drop they can give. John eases Kyle’s head up off his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It speaks volumes of their care and love for each other. 

John leans forward to whisper something in his ear, Kyle’s lips lifting in a smirk. They both turn to look at you as John leans back, your face warm as they meet your gaze. Your legs close around your hand as you sit there, the energy in the room shifting. 

“Not quite done yet, are we, sweetheart?” John says, his gaze darkening as he looks at you. 

No, you’re not. 

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[cometjuice]

Do you have any headcanons for Lou Ellen? Love ur art btw!!

OH BOY DO I

and thank you!!

Here’s my little headcanon backstory of where lou came from and how she met will.

i think lou ellen is originally from tennessee, deep deeeep in the appalachians where old magic is rife. The appalachians are one of the most haunted places in the united states, and for good reason. There is a lot of history there, spanning back millions of years.

she grew up dirt poor, like in a tiny cabin her granddaddy built himself in the middle of assfuck nowhere with just her mom

who is not the most mentally stable and definitely was not ready to have a kid.

since lou is a demigod, weird things happen (as they do) and the town begins to see her as “other” and “odd”. they ostracize her and her mother, and her mother blames lou ellen for their treatment.

eventually she either runs away or gets kicked out at age 12 and makes her journey to new york.

she is completely alone, but something is telling her to go north. does she know why? or where north is? nope, but she knows better than to question the woods.

basically hitch hikes cargo trains until she hits new york where she never makes it to camp but is instead intercepted by luke.

in return for her loyalty, he gives her food and shelter while also capitalizing on her anger towards both her parents; her mom and her other mom who she’d never met but resents for leaving her with a crazy woman who hated her.

she fights for luke simply because what else can she do. she doesn’t *like* him but he’s her only source of food and shelter right now. she starts to bond with some of the other demigods in luke’s camp, some other nemesis and hecate demigods.

she gets claimed on a quiet night, by herself. i think a part of lou ellen just knew, after being told by luke that she was a demigod, that hecate was her mother.

it’s just made sense. and that night, three snakes come to her, and she just knew. a bit of an odd night.

she keeps it to herself, that gut feeling that brought her to new york telling her that she should NOT divulge this information.

during the battle of manhattan, she is locked in a scuffle with some ares kids (post silena) and is left to bleed out by her “comrades”.

that’s when she meets will.

despite knowing who she fights for, he still saves her life, unwilling to lose another person even though she fought for the people who killed his brothers.

wills kindness and desire to choose forgiveness strikes lou ellen. he offers for her to come back with him, that they could protect her. she doesn’t need protecting, she survived all this time on her own goddammit.

but she doesn’t go back to luke either. after watching another battle where it’s obvious kronos (masquerading as luke)doesn’t give a shit if she lives or dies, she goes to will.

it was hard at first, everyone treating her like she was dangerous. it was exactly like tennessee.

but will was her rock. he defended her and his constant presence eventually persuaded others to let down their guard.

the second to really let his guard down around her is cecil of course. cecil didn’t have an opinion but if will liked her, than damn of course he would.

they bond over terrorizing him and debilitating mommy issues.

[nitpick7]

i feel like the life series fandom has not properly utilized the angst potential of the wildcards yet. and maybe i just haven't read enough posts or fics yet, which is definitely possible, but i'm gonna ramble anyway. (disclaimer: i've watched every pov but probably will get details wrong anyway.)

session one. pearl goes off, alone, away from her group for just a bit. just to mine a little bit more, get some iron. she's crouching at the edge of a cliff to get a better look at the cave, when suddenly the ground isn't underneath her anymore. she doesn't even slip, doesn't have time to react, she just falls.

session two i've thought about so much that i started writing a oneshot (unfortunately still a wip). everyone having to eat rocks and ores and wood and just so many things that they are not meant to eat... but they're all literally starving and real food doesn't fill them anymore. so they're biting into anything they can get their hands on, just hoping and praying that it fills them and doesn't poison them or make them float away... the terror every time the food changes? scrambling to find the next items to eat. ough.

the SNAILS. god. the snails. those things are cute but deadly. bigb, start of the session, seconds after the wildcard activates, hearing something and seeing something and then he's dead. gone. he's gone from peacefully mining to dead in seconds flat and everyone instantly knows just how deadly this one will be.

the speed one... has less angst potential. it's more just the constant fear, being constantly on edge, not used to the speed everything is moving at. they're frustrated at being too slow or their brains aren't moving as fast as their legs, or it's the very start of the session and they're frozen in time with no idea what's happening.

triviabot is less about the trivia itself and more about how it makes everyone act. sabotaging their friends and enemies alike, hiding bots, feeding people false information. they can't trust anyone in that session. but the moment they can trust someone, they latch onto them. someone gets a question about an ally and books it across the server to ask them about it, hoping their bot is still there when they get back.

more on triviabot: there's also the effects if they get something wrong. the robot voice is crazy because to themselves, they sound perfectly normal, but no one can fucking understand them. they're just unable to communicate and don't know for how long. or they're knocked down a few hearts, unable to be fully healed. constantly hurting at least a bit. being equipped with leather armor that they can't take off, unable to protect themselves. tripling in size, not being able to fit anywhere or do anything because they're so big. or their snails coming back, slower but still terrifying.

the mobs one... the very first thing that happens is everyone's beloved pets being killed. unless they happened to have the resources for a nametag beforehand. bdubs almost lost his horse! lizzie spent forever trying to collect mobs just for them to be murdered again! and the trial chamber. grian, joel (who didn't even want to be there), etho, scar; already in the midst of battle, and then all the fucking mobs change? they were terrified in real life, do you know how good that could be in fics?

you may think that there is little angst potential from superpowers. you would be wrong. again, it's less from the wildcard itself and more from how it makes people act. impulse teleporting ren into an obsidian box full of water in order to prove ren was lying about his power? that shit's CRAZY. WHAT THE HELL. impulse literally tried to drown ren to prove scott's point! and like good for him but!!! holy shit!!!!! or grian, who should know what he's doing, losing pearl's ability mid-air and falling to his death - grian falling to his death? (and obviously the listener symbolism with martyn and jimmy. we know we can do stuff with that.)

the final session is just. all of that. but combined. and more wild. it's everything all at once, randomly activating and deactivating, no one knows what's going on and it's a mess. just confusion and chaos.

so. yeah. there is my ramble, i might do smth with this but i might not. please add to this if you have more wildcard related angst, i will love you so much. Ɛ:

[maopll]

Merry (early) Christmas! May I request Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley finding their s/o, who gets cold easily, wearing their jacket/coat?

Warm me up

# genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: sorry for being away for a MONTH i was so stressed out from school... T-T and I AGAIN did add a lil bit spice for wrio. I can't stop myself.

⌗:, pairings: kaeya, childe, ayato, neuvillette & wriothesley w/ gn!reader

⌗:, extra: happy late Christmas I couldn't finish it because I was worn out </3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ KAEYA ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Its a little secret that none knows about. The coat he wears and what you wear on cold wintry days are his as well. It's quite noticeable but according to him, "Nobody's gonna know!". He goes crazy whenever he sees you wear his big coat. It makes you look so cozy...and soft...like a warm fireplace in winter morning which always have a welcoming feel to them.

The trip to Dragonspine was, as usual, extremely cold. The fire that Kaeya made from the dry firewood wasn't enough to keep you warm. "You want me to make the fire more big? I can find some more dry wood for you" He asked voice laced with concern. You knew that no matter how big the fire or enormous layers of cloth, you won't be able to keep yourself warm...unless Kaeya offers you his comfortably warm chest...and hands too.

As if able to understand your gaze since your shivering form really gave it away, he walked up and sat behind you. He wrapped his arm around your body gently and said, "Lay on me. It'll help you keep warm" you relaxed your body and brought your knees closer to yourself and making yourself feel at home. You heaved a sigh of relief as if you've finally been able to stop the piercing cold wind from affecting you any further. "Thank you Kaeya" he smiled at you, "As long as you're comfortable". He sealed the conversation with a kiss upon your forehead.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

He has been born and brought up in Snezhnaya. A nation with only snowy landscape all around. Naturally he was quite well adjusted himself to the cold atmosphere of any place that you visit. While he should be having big long coats in such a dry and chilly climate, he refuses to wear it because, "You can't get this cold anywhere else! it's a test of courage!".

You had a cup of hot chocolate on your hand as you flipped through the pages of the book. The big bear blanket and the brightly lit fireplace did make you warm but not enough. You shivered "Brr...its really cold if only he was at home..." during the coldest of days you ache for his comforting presence and his big warm arms enveloping your body as you two cuddle in the plush couch often times drifting off to sleep unknowingly. You missed him so much that you quickly sprinted towards his closet and grabbed the biggest jacket of his. You scurried inside the multiple blankets and drew his big fluffy jacket around you. His familiar scent filled your senses. He smelled like the ocean, no matter how faint the scent was, it was refreshing.

....the door of the room opened, and the wooden floor dreaked beneath his boot-like-shoes. "Babe?" he quietly asked, hoping to receive an answer, but as soon as he was about to go find you, he saw you laying comfortably on your stomach with his big jacket enveloping you as you softly snored. He felt himself falling for you adorable antics all over again. He slowly picked you up in his arms and carried you to bed. He murmered, "Sweet dreams, sweetheart..." with a kiss.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ AYATO ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The ocean breeze can get quite chilly right? With the layers of clothes you had on you, the coat was barely enough to even keep the piercing cold win from making you whole body numb. Sure, you acted impulsively and decided to sit down near the railing. You started off into the vast ocean. Ayato wasn't here most of the time and your time of respite to soothe your heart from missing him. "He's taking care of matters....he will come back soon..." you mumbled and hugged your knees close.

You felt an already warm blanket being draped around your figure from the back. Looking at the delicate fabric and the seam's design you turned your head back a little too quickly. There he was...the one who you waited so long for...He chuckled softly seeing your bewildered face. "You'll catch a cold if you sit here in the cold like this with barely enough layers dearest" He kept his hand on your shoulder blades gently. "Ayato...I thought you'll come..." "Let's say I did a few little things here and there which allowed me to spend some more time."

You smiled at him sweetly and got down from thr railing. You intertwined your hands with his and with a peck on his cheek, " I missed you so much..."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Not done yeeetttt?...." you slumped on the couch as you waited even longer for him.

With a chuckle, he said, "It's almost done... just a little bit longer, dear." Then soon he went to work and correct the piles of paperwork. He has been avoiding them for quite a while now, and it had to be done one day. He may be the cold and formal Iudex of Fontaine, but even he loses the grip on his stoic personality whenever he's with you.

The evenings are quite cold in Fontaine, and he saw how you tried to warm up your arms. You didn't want to disturb him since his pending work's deadline was tomorrow in the afternoon.

While you were busy staring into space, he wrapped his coat around you. "Hm? Suddenly?"

"I saw how you were trying to warm yourself up and I apologise. I can't be the one to warm you up but I hope my coat suffices?" He said chuckling, a hint of blush on his fair cheeks. You grinned from ear to ear, "It's quite enough Neuvi, thanks for caring about me so much" you cupped his cheeks gently with your hands.

"I love you" you said as you touched his forehead with yours. A sign of the utmost affection for one who is the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Sigh... I know it's cold, but that's no reason for you to stay under the covers... it's 9 pm, now how long do you plan to do it?"

Concern lacing his voice as he saw how you tried your best to warm up your feet with whatever you could find. "It's too cold and I can't keep bothering you for so long, you've got work to do" you tried to sound as if you were alright but in reality, fighting the cold was really taking out all your strength from you.

"Wait—" you felt the covers being lifted from your head. He swiftly carried you on his arms and ploped you on the plush couch. Upon inspecting your surroundings, you saw how he had prepared everything from A to Z... there was a warm tea, leg warmers and special fur on the couch, which was especially sold during winter and the fireplace. "Wriothesley? You prepared all this for me?" You spoke bewildered.

"Yes. All the things that will keep my beloved warm and happy while I'm unfortunately working, " he spoke gently, holding your hands. "Wow...looks like I won the lottery when I received a boyfriend," you said while ruffling his soft hair.

"It's good thank you... but" you smirked maybe something other than this can keep me more warm?" "What are you imply?— Oh...I see" he chuckled on realising your intention.

He slithered his hands on your thighs and seductively said, "I don't mind that warm treat on such a cold day"

[wild-dagon]

There is one amazing linked universe fanfiction on AO3 that I can’t remember the name of but it’s a Wild join the chain story.

Wild’s slate goes crazy and 8 of his shrines are different colors. He goes to investigate the one closest to Kakariko and finds Wind and a broken shrine. He then goes on a journey to find all the other members of the Chain through Hyrule (with a lot of Wild angst) I just can’t remember the name of it (it haunts me)

However it has birthed my own brain child. What if it’s not the chain that gets scattered across Wild’s Hyrule but their loved ones.

Botw has a lot of locations that call back to old games that could make this very fun.

Let’s say the Chain arrived in BOTW and Wild is so relieved because the step out of the portal just outside of Hateno village and he’s like “what a stock of luck” and takes everyone to his house. They are all able to relate and they think the goddess is giving them a break.

But while they are relaxing Wild’s slate starts beeping. He pulls it out only to see something weird. There is a new glowing symbol on his map. One he recognizes but shouldn’t be on his map. He calls Time over and shows him his slate, he wants to confirm what he’s seeing. Time looks at the slate to see Lon Lon Ranch’s little cow symbol flashing on Wild’s screen.

After a little bit of discussion (no that’s not supposed to be to be there. Yes it just appeared) they decided to go check it out. Wild can only teleport with one passanger and there is no way Time is letting him go alone (these are his kids) and the isn’t letting anyone else go (it has to do with Lon Lon ranch)

The two of them teleport over to the Wetland stables and start making their way over to the Ranch Ruins. Wild tells Time that they have to be cautious because there is a Guardian in the area. But as they approach they can see that the guardian is already on alert and the Bokoblins near by are also agitated.

Wild and Time pause to try and take in the situation when Time spots a flash of red hair. His heart drops because it can’t be. He points it out to Wild and asking him to use his slate to get a better look. As soon as Wild does he can see a terrified Malon hiding in the ruins of the ranch trying to stay as quiet and still as possible.

The two rush in to save her (wild handling the guardian with an ancient arrow and time quickly dispatching the Bokoblins). Malon is shaken but unharmed. She tells them that a portal opened up under her feet and dropped her into the ranch ruins.

They make their way back ti the stable. Time wants Wild to teleport her to Hateno immediately but Wild and Malon are both against leaving him alone in Wild’s Hyrule. They agree to make it back to the safety of the stables and then Wild will take Malon to Hateno before returning for time. (Deportation with passengers is also hard in his body and he doesn’t want to take the risk of passing out in a dangerous location when he’s their only way out).

They call Wind on the way back so the Chain is waiting for them at the Shrine. Wild’s exhausted from the teleporting and Twulight helps him back to the house as the boys lead Malon to Wilds home. They whole way there they are wonder why Malon is here? And more importantly will anyone else come through?

Yes.

I think Ravio will come through for Legend (his little bunny symbol appearing in the map) he appears on Eventude Island because of course he does and Legeand is flipping out because that’s the name of HER island and he can’t lose anyone else (you could also have Marine appear here or just do the angst of Legend worrying about losing someone else to the island)

For Twilight you could do it one of two ways the Oridon symbol appears and they go to find Rusl (and maybe his whole family) if it’s them I would put them in one of four places: by the broken mirror by Lurelin village. Maybe in the Faron woods or the Damel forest as they are both in the Faron province. Or somewhere in Akkala because u want someone to go to Tarry town. But I think the best place to put them would be Arbiter’s ground just because it’s such an iconic place in TP. (You could also do Midna near the mirror)

For Sky it’s obviously Sun (his Zelda) and I would put her in the forgotten temple. It’s to perfect and almost tomb like plus with all the guardians it makes for a stressful place for her to be. Especially if you put the shrine on the fritz. Even if it’s not she probably would have triggered some of the guardians but trying to leave.

Wind would be Tetra or Aryll and I would put them near Lurelin village as it is the most like their game or you could throw them somewhere completely different and put them in the dessert. (I need a good place to put them)

For Hyrule you could put Dawn (the princess from his first game the red head (right I’ve never been sure which was which)) or Aurora (the Zelda from Link’s adventure the one who slept for 100 years, the brunette?) or both in to the Typhlo ruins (the island that is shrouded in darkness) I think they would be really freaked out by that place.

For Four you could do Dot (or maybe Shadow) I’m not sure where to put them. Maybe somewhere cold since Four struggles in cold environments or maybe they are the ones that go to Akkala.

For Warriors it’s either, Artemis, Lana, or Linkle and they are in the castle. Or the Garrison ruins but I think the castle is the worst location for them.

Basically the links are rushing to their loved ones side and Wild is tagging a long as guide and transport. The bigger the group the harder it is on Wild and they have to do some traveling to get to a safe place to teleport the group one at a time. Some will have more travel time than others.

You can also have Flora trying to help out and find loggings for everyone.

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Love your stories btw ♥️, may I request 🐈‍⬛ with alpha leader Max V. x sunshine! human reader mate ( moreover how they met ). She’s walking alone in the woods where she runs into Maxie in his wolf form, she gets a bit afraid since he looks intimidating but starts to pet him and coo at him while Max let’s her because he immediately knew that she is his mate ( he’s enamored yet amuse at how cute she is). All of the sudden, another wolf from his pack comes out of nowhere trying to “protect” Max since you’re human causing them to push you away resulting in you bleeding and being hurt. Max sees that and goes crazy

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It had been a last minute decision to take a hike in the woods.

Between the stress of moving and the fact more boxes kept being left at your doorstep, you were seconds away from losing your mind and immediately needed a break. But you didn’t like the idea of stopping by a nearby restaurant by yourself like some lone wolf. Normally, you wouldn’t care but the idea of judgemental eyes following your every move wasn’t exactly your idea of relaxation. 

And with a massive garden that led out into acres of woodland, it seemed like the perfect choice to take a small hike and get to know the area around you. 

You had been careful to keep note of which path you were taking as you set out, a backpack with essentials and an extra layer in case it got chillier as the sun went down. It was serene, something about being surrounded by nature and being disconnected from city life was an escape you didn’t even realise you needed as you padded through the woods. 

However, an hour into your hike, the last thing you expected to see was any wildlife bigger than the odd bunny running past your legs. Maybe a fox if you were pushing it. 

But certainly not a wolf.

You had been humming away to yourself, basking in the calm and peaceful air around you when you heard a twig snap. Your head snapped up, a soft smile on your face as you expected to see another little bunny. However, your smile quickly fell and you stopped short in your path the moment you saw the large wolf on the other side of the clearing. 

He was big. Far bigger than any dog you had ever seen, though that was much was a given. His fur was a mix between light brown and blonde, though you couldn’t exactly be sure. But his eyes—they were different. They were a striking blue, and you almost felt like they could look right into your soul. You felt stupid for even thinking that, though it didn’t stop you from feeling as much.

You held your hands out hesitantly, the fear striking through your body when you realised the way his eyes were locked on you. You swallowed back the ball at the back of your throat, taking a small hesitant step back. 

Yet, the wolf just tilted his head at you like he was confused. 

You took another step back, and only then did it seem to pick up on the fact you were trying to leave. The second you saw it move towards you, you let out a scream on instinct and raised your arms up to cover yourself.

You waited. You waited to feel the wolf’s claws digging into your skin or his teeth sinking into your flesh. You waited to feel the wrath of a known predator, but instead you felt his snout nosing your legs before he slumped down at your feet.

You stared down at the beast with wide eyes, unsure if you were even living the moment or if it was one of your fever dreams you’d wake up on the couch after in a complete daze. But the wolf let out a small whimper and you found yourself almost smiling down at him.

“Oh,” you murmured as you hesitantly reached out to stroke his fur—almost surprised by how soft it was—only to fully grin when he let out a noise of contentment. “You’re just a friendly big guy, huh?” 

The wolf only rolled onto his back, paws in the air and his tail wagging as you softly rubbed his belly, laughing a little at the way he preened at the touch.

“What a good boy,” you cooed softly as you kneeled down on the floor, the shrubbery beneath you cushioning you as you continued to pet the wolf. “I never knew wolves could be so friendly.”

However, lost in your awe and surprise of the friendly wolf, you had failed to notice a second one slowly approaching you from behind. 

You didn’t feel the pain until a few seconds later, more focused on the fact you were fucking winded from a large wolf tackling you from behind. You lifted yourself off the ground, sitting up as you choked on your own breaths. And when the pain hit you, you raised your hand to your forehead, only to quickly wince when you felt the tender wound and the stickiness of your own blood. 

But your own injuries seemed to be the last thing on your mind when you noticed the friendly wolf standing in front of you, growling and flashing his sharp teeth at the second wolf (who now, in comparison, looked smaller than him). 

You shuffled back, your head spinning as you tried to process the sight in front of you. And then, the most unexpected thing happened. 

Where the friendly wolf stood moments ago, now stood a man. A very naked man. A very pissed off, naked man. 

“Go!” He growled, despite the fact he was a human now and no longer an animal. “Get the fuck out of here before I decide to rip your throat out! Go while you still have a fucking chance of saving your life!” 

The second wolf whined and whimpered, bowing his head in submission. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone, running through the woods he appeared from moments ago. 

You must’ve let out a noise because suddenly the man was turning to face you, uncaring of his current lack of clothes or the fact he was a fucking animal moments ago. His focus was completely on you, with those same blue eyes staring at you with a mix of worry and concern.

He kneeled before you and, if you were sane and normal, you would have scampered onto your feet and ran away by now. But for some reason that was beyond your own understanding, you didn’t feel the need to run away from this man. Not yet, at least. 

His hand reached out to softly push your hair away from your face, only for his lips to turn downwards at the sight of the wound on your forehead. His fingertips trailed across your cheek and down your jaw before he murmured quietly to himself, “my mate.” 

And yet, there was only one thing you seemed to blurt out in response. 

“What the fuck are you?”

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Analysis (+Headcanons/theories) I have based on this video

So it's already made abundantly clear that this is centered around Season 4 Emerald Secret

And I am very certain that this is what Aphmau experienced while under the effects of the Forever potion.

She could, somewhat, hear things going on in the real world. Whether it be Aaron's voice or her own voice. Plus there were the occasional visions of what was going on.

And even when she didn't see it, she knew what was going on out there too. Which we see in the prison scene when Aphmau comes across Aaron locked away in the prison cell.

This would also explain why Aaron disappeared immediately after. Because Aaron is not in this little Limbo world. He can't do anything there because he is not there. That was simply an image conjured up by Aphmau's mind, or possibly the world itself as a form of playing tricks on her mind.

It also follows along with what was already confirmed back in Season 4 about those under the effects of a potion being aware of what was really happening.

My specific theory/headcanon is that this is a sort of limbo like world where anyone under the effects of the forever potion goes. Or at least the mindcontrol kind (aka not the type used on Tatiana). Which is also why we see Zane and a few other people there.

Zane was very clearly for a long time to the point where he was forgetting things and isn't quite sure how long he was there other than the fact that it had been a while. And Zane was the first person of the three that season to be put under the effects of the forever potion. He was under the effects for a couple days.

The whole wife and kids thing? Well the kid did say that she actually doesn't have a dad. Maybe it was just Zane's imagination trying for some last attempt, desperate grasp at something that could be considered normal before he lost his mind entirely?

(I'd also like to think that when he was knocked unconscious it helped break down some of those walls keeping him from reality which is where we get that scene of him and Garroth in the woods until he is cured and freed which is why we don't ever see him again after that in this video.)

Then there were also the other people who we could see wandering around the place. They are people also under the effects of a forever potion, just not the one's be Ein of course. Peebs/Ollie (the blonde guy) was acting deranged, the same way Zane was starting to, so he was likely there for a long time as well. Probably even longer. Even the kid was acting a bit crazed. And slowly as the video went on, Aphmau started to act a bit more crazy-like and forget things as well.

Then what is very clearly people all zipped up and crawling around like monsters?

People who have already been fully affected by the forever potion. Once the effect becomes permanent, this is what becomes of them. When they are free and moving around, they are still technically able to escape if they are able to figure it out. But like this they are confined. They slowly lose themselves until they break, leaving themselves permanently trapped.

It is made very clear throughout the video that Aphmau is under the effects of the forever potion as well since, not only is she hearing things from only when she was under during Emerald Secret, but also when she looked in the mirror her eyes were green for a moment. Another peek at reality.

We see multiple of these peaks at reality. The voices. The green eyes. The snow. The bandana. The jacket. Every single scene on the mountain where she sees Aaron for a moment but not herself.

This is also clearly happening to the other people. For example when we see the stabbed man hanging out of the fridge and Peebs/Ollie is acting a bit crazy again trying to claim his innocence. I honestly think that's someone he unwillingly killed due to the forever potion.

There is still of course the possibility that this is all centered around Aphmau's consciousness and not a joint limbo. For example the kid constantly accusing Aphmau of hurting someone, being a monster. Peebs/Ollie attempting to stab her using a knife eerily similar to the one she stabbed Aaron with.

I still like to think that it is a joint limbo. But it is a place meant to torture them, even if it means torturing each other. Which is why they seemed to act one way one moment and then act differently another.

Besides, doesn't the whole walking around an abandoned place, places involving/tied to Aaron, places that feel strangely familiar, remind you of anything?

Once Aphmau reached the island that was laid out like the woods and cabin she traveled while under Ein's control, her outfit is changed to look like the one from Season 4 Emerald Secret. Another bit of reality bleeding through.

And as these blips of reality bleed through, they all pile on top of one another. She's in the clothes she changed into, her eyes are green, she's in the cabin and by the cliff side, she has the knife, she's hunting down looking for Aaron. The door even gets destroyed by the monster to the exact same way it was when Aphmau kicked Aaron through it back in season 4. Aaron backing up towards the edge as Aphmau gets closer.

And then she sees herself.

Everything has aligned perfectly and reality is clear again. No more blips, no more possibilities, just what was really happening this entire time.

We are confirmed that Aphmau is in some sort of mindscape when we see Forever Potion Aphmau point to her head and say "You've always been here. Right here."

Then of course we get the whole "In this world he never came back. Did he?"

So this version she sees. This is not technically her. This is a version of Aphmau where Irene never saved Aaron, where she was trapped with Ein forever. She became one of the monsters.

My theory that this what original Aphmau saw still stands despite this major lore drop at the very end. The version of Aphmau we've been watching is both of these women the difference comes at the end, when they are finally two separate people. The Aphmau we see through the eyes of continues on and is freed. The other Aphmau is trapped forever.

This version still exists even after Aphmau is freed. We see it in Season 6 When Angels Fall when Micheal reactivates that magic.

Because a forever potion isn't meant to be cured or broken out of. It is meant to last FOREVER. This version of Aphmau will always exist now. The two will forever share a mind. Only now they have traded places. One living her life freely in the outside world. The other trapped in her own mind.

Sorry if this doesn't make any sense, I'm not quite sure how to explain all of my thoughts

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Hiii i loved presentiment so much, and I was hoping you could drop the lore on joel and sarah? and how he ended up becoming obsessed with the reader? tyyy

I'm so glad so many of you are enjoying presentiment!! It makes my day when people ask about lore and such, so thank you! 💓🌸 So, what happened with Joel in my mind is that Sarah went missing / was kidnapped when Joel was at work - vanishing without a trace, really. Joel searched high and low to find her, contacting the police while he still lived in Texas : it was a huge case for the small town, Tommy was in Joel's life at the time as well. I imagine a few months go by before they find her in the lake, with evidence of foul play : and Joel just loses it, goes absolutely crazy, he's broken and distraught, a shadow of a man. He’s lost himself, and there’s nothing left besides rage and violence, a need to destroy and tear everything to pieces - including himself.

He blames himself, thinking he was neglectful and got his babygirl killed. When the foreign DnA results come back with a match, he finds the perpetrator and...yeah. Flash forward a few years, Joel's pretty fucked up by now : violent and angry and hollow - existing as a ghost. Composed of nothing but grief and a twisted desire to be loved again, to be told that he’s not a monster who let his daughter die. He's moved away from Tommy, gone off the radar himself, and situates himself in an abandoned cabin near a small town in Wyoming. He's not really himself anymore at all, he barely feels human. He knows Tommy stopped looking for him after Joel ended up killing random men in bar fights and dumping the bodies in the forests around the town. He knew some crappy couple lived in the house across the forest, but everything changed when he saw they had a small child. It would torment him to think about, bringing back all kinds of memories he had buried deep. He would lose his mind every time reader's parents let her play, alone, in the woods : and would often watch her from a distance to make sure she's okay - scared this little girl would meet the same fate his Sarah did. ( that's the 'jackals' reader makes reference too, it's just joel watching over her from behind the trees ) He kinda made it his own responsibility to care for her indirectly, seeing that her parents were extremely neglectful : reminding him of his own regrets. He'd sometimes 'break' into the house to put extra food in the cupboards in those weeks reader's mother would go on a bender, when reader was still young enough not to question an infinite food supply. It was almost like torture for him to watch a little girl go about life alone, knowing he wished he spent more time with his baby before she got taken away from him. He kinda dipped after she got to the age of 14 and met Jerry : he knew she was in good hands and left her alone for a long time, only accidentally seeing her again years later when he got back from a hunting trip and saw her smoking on the porch, all grown up. That's where everything switched, and where the story starts. He feels as though the reader was brought to him for some kind of reason - like she was his second chance to fix everything he did wrong. ( when he goes to the gas station all those nights : he's checking on her to make sure she's safe, but he's also being a bit of a creep because he feels their imaginary 'dynamic' that he came up with has shifted with her age. He also comes to the diner after she didn't show up to the gas station or home, and decides to get rid of Jason after seeing the way he eyed reader : there was a point he thought Jason took her, and got so scared at the possible idea he killed him anyway. He asks reader if she's scared to test her survival skills and such, and almost wants to prove she's not capable of taking care of herself so he can justify taking her ) Joel feels as though he's undoing what happened to Sarah by keeping the reader safe and out of harms way, in a mini-psychosis during the story until the last confrontation. He believes he's doing 'the right' thing, but a large part of him is still simmering from his past violence and anger : he felt good when he killed Sarah's murderer, and some parts of him are just sick and twisted. which is why he hurts the reader. He feels it's out of his control, like he's split down the middle. He spends all his time with the reader because he regrets not being around sarah more often, he doesn’t let her go outside and locks the door because he wished he watched sarah closer.

Joel doesn’t see the reader as his daughter, but he compensates with his actions - trying to heal his own wounds.

His lines are blurred, and he's trying to deal with his grief and monstrousness by caring for the reader, and ends up finding some clarity at the end of the story before the smut. I hope this answered your question! I didn't have a concrete idea of Joel's lore besides a few main points lol.

[nobylerdoubt]

Let's Analyze - Season 1 Mileven

A couple of notes first:

In 2016, when Season 1 released, our society was MUCH more heteronormative than it is now. It may not seem that long ago to some of us, but this was only one year after gay marriage became legal in the US.

For reference, I remember in 2018 when Love, Simon came out, it was a huge deal - this was a mainstream movie about a gay boy finding love. It was groundbreaking. It wasn't the first by any means, but I just remember it being such a huge thing, so keep in mind this is 2 years before even that.

All this to say the 2016 the general audience was much different than it is now.

Next, I will say it's fairly well established that the first season of Stranger Things was written as a stand-alone. There was always a hope there would be more seasons, but in writing season 1 the Duffers didn't know the characters as well as they would after filming.

In Beyond Stranger Things, the Netflix special post-season 2 they explain that it was post season one, before season 2 was green lit Netflix had the writers, the Duffers, and Shawn Levy all sit down and plan out season 2, and the course of the future of this series.

So looking back at season 1, we have to take everything with a grain of salt - the scope of the series hadn't fully been realized yet.

Final note: This post more argues a narrative for if Mike is a gay character, rather than bisexual. If you are a Bi Mike Truther, this post may not be for you. More on my opinion on this here.

So let's get into it.

From the beginning the foundations for Mileven are rocky at best.

We know that Mike's season 4 speech was a lie - his life didn't start the day he found her in the woods, this was not love at first sight.

When Mike, Dustin, and Lucas find El and bring her back to the Wheeler's house, Mike is the only one treating El like a person. Lucas and Dustin seem to act more like the kids that they are.

Mike is the one who offers up his coat to El, who is only wearing a T-shirt.

Mike asks questions about how they can help her get home - whether there's a number they can call, if she's in trouble. Dustin asks questions about El's hair and if she has cancer. Lucas asks if she ran away, and if that's blood on her shirt.

So right out of the gate these our the boys first impressions of El:

Dustin: She's weird and different. Lucas: She's potentially dangerous. Mike: She needs help.

And this assessment holds up throughout the rest of this scene as well - Dustin fixates on El's willingness to openly undress and how that's weird. Lucas makes comments about how dangerous she is, kind of agreeing with Dustin's "crazy" assessment by insinuating she escaped from Pennhurst Asylum. Mike strives to make sure she's comfortable and has a place to stay for the night.

So it's definitely apparent that Mike is softer on El than the other two boys are - but does that make it inherently romantic? I would argue no.

He's really only being just a bit more nice and a bit less immature than Dustin and Lucas here, and this is also just a key part of Mike's character.

We know, especially in hindsight, that Mike desires to be needed. We wants to be a protector. He's doing that for El, but he's also doing that for Will too. If he had to choose between the two of them, he'd choose Will.

Here's the play by play of the conversation here to illustrate my point:

Dustin: I think we should tell your mom. Lucas: I second that. Mike: Who's crazy now?! Lucas: How is that crazy? Mike: 'Cause, we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember? Lucas: So? Mike: So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom, and your mom - Dustin: Oh man. Lucas: Our houses become Alcatraz. Mike: Exactly. We'll never find Will. Alright, here's the plan. She sleeps here tonight - Dustin: You're letting a girl - ! Mike: Just listen! She sneaks around my house goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will.

How romantic.

Okay okay, but we know the Mike speech in S4 was a lie - that doesn't mean that Mike didn't have a crush on her in season 1, right?

Alright, before I go on to make my next point I want to say this - I think Bisexual Mike, who once had feelings for El but has bigger feelings for Will is entirely plausible. I think if you watch earlier seasons and just can't unsee Mike's feelings for El, can't convince yourself otherwise - I do think that a possible way things could have happened with them. We don't get a ton of insight into Mike's feelings in this series, so it really is hard to draw conclusions on whether he liked El or not, when did he realize things were turning sour with his and El's relationship - has he realized at all yet?

So if you disagree with what I'm about to put forward, there's no need for Byler doubt because it's just as plausible and valid that Mike did actually have feelings for El that faded over time. However from my perspective, and my theories, I just believe otherwise.

Innocent Beginnings

So my theory is that we start to see somewhat of a shift in Mike's demeanor towards El after the conversation with Lucas on the Baseball field.

We see three main Mike and el interactions before Lucas teases Mike.

First when Mike showing is El around the house that day. This scene to me gives off that while Mike is definitely trying to impress El - but its in the same way he might try and impress his friends. Talking about how his TV is ten times bigger than Dustin's, how fun the lazy boy recliner is, and showing off his toys and being a nerd about star wars.

Then later when Dustin, Lucas, and Mike describe to El what a friend is. Mike is very excited to jump into the explanation of what a friend is. You can very much see in this scene that what Mike wants is for El to be their friend.

Finally, the scene where Mike tells El to meet them behind his house at 3:15. 3-1-5. This is definitely a tender moment, but I also see this excitement in Mike both to go out and find Will, but also to invite El to join them. And as always, Mike is very careful with her because he can see she is afraid and a bit lost. Tender, but not explicitly romantic.

Overall, all interactions between Mike and El so far have been about Mike trying to be nice to El, and furthermore wanting to invite El to be friends with the group.

Then we have this scene - notably in front of a baseball field. I plan on making a separate post about the baseball motif in the show, but for now just know that baseball in the context of the show symbolizes conforming to societal expectations.

So we have this conversation:

Lucas: If you love her so much why don't you marry her? Mike: What are you talking about? Lucas: Mike, seriously? Mike: What? Lucas: You look at her all like... "Hi, El! El! El! El! I love you so much! Would you marry me?" Mike: Shut up Lucas.

Now with this scene I'm looking at Mike's tone. He's not blushy or bashful, trying to get Lucas off his case. He's genuinely confused, then annoyed. from his tone, what I interpret is that from Mike's perspective, Lucas is way off base (heh) with this claim.

But now I come to you with some personal experience with being a queer person. Regardless of whether or not you actually have a crush on someone - if someone else claims you do, you question it. Sometimes, you start to believe it yourself. Especially when your this young, and you think everybody must be experiencing life the way you are. So you think "wait, maybe this is the way 'liking someone' feels" because, as Lucas and Dustin have established, a boy can't just be friends with a girl like that. It has to be different.

So now lets look at Mike's interactions with El after Lucas's claims.

Peer Pressure

Here El asks Mike what happened to his face, which Mike initially tries to wave off as nothing and assure her he's fine. El reminds him friends don't lie, and that she understands. This is a genuinely kind interaction, and we see the gears in Mike's head start to turn. There's a little bit of a double take and a smile. In my opinion this is Mike kind of questioning things. the seed has been planted - he's a boy, and El's a girl. Is this feeling more than just friendly?

I'm skipping over a few parts here, but I'll get back to them.

When they dress El up to go to the school and use the AV club room, Mike does seem to have some sort of reaction to El's "Cinderella moment". I talk more about it when answering this ask, but I view it more as curiosity and mild surprise, followed by annoyance when he catches him self calling her pretty - because he knows Lucas is going to make a comment about it.

Kind of a big jump now to when El saves Mike when he jumps off the quarry. El admits to mike that she's "The Monster", and Mike assures her she isn't (which is similar to what we see him do with Will in season 2). The two hug, and Dustin joins them.

This moment was the butt end of jokes for a while when the series first came out - Dustin joining what is clearly a romantic moment unawares. But during my latest rewatch I couldn't help but noticed that there isn't so much as a pause on the moment between just El and Mike before Dustin joins. If this were a romantic moment, there would have been a beat or two before Dustin joined for the comedic follow-up beat. Instead this reads as a hug between friends.

Then, there's this brief moment where Mike helps El clean up. She mourns the loss of her wig, but Mike assures her she doesn't need it.

Eleven: Pretty? Mike: uh... yeah... really pretty.

This part in particular I interpret as "uh, yeah, sure." He's being nice and assuring her she doesn't need a blonde wig to be pretty, though pretty isn't exactly a word he's used to using with his friends.

When Nancy and Mike get to catch up upon reuniting, they promise to not keep secrets from each other anymore.

Mike asks if Nancy likes Jonathan, to which she says no. Then Nancy asks if he likes El:

"What? No! Gross!"

But now that's two people who have pointed out to Mike the he might or should have feelings for El.

Mike talks to El about how after all this she can live with the Wheelers. And his mom can be like her mom, and his sister will be like her sister.

But like, uh, he won't be like her brother.

Mike here is describing his ideal of how this will all turn out after this monster stuff is sorted. What he's describing is more akin to being friends - more truthfully siblings. But with the expectation that other people have put around his relationship with El, that can't be what it is.

So he kisses her.

And that's the main scope of the highlights of Mike and El's relationship in season 1. On a rewatch of everything outside of characters outright telling us he likes her and the kiss scene... there isn't romance to be seen.

But in the words of Avril Lavigne... he was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious.

Of course that's not all of the Mileven interactions this season. I skipped a few to talk about in this final section.

So This is Love?

There are several moments throughout season 1 where Mike loses his cool. It's not exactly giving endgame couple to me.

When they see Will's body in the water at the quarry, they're all understandably very upset. Mike, perhaps, most of all.

When El goes to comfort him, Mike smacks her hand away.

Mike: Mike? Mike what? You were supposed to find him alive? You said he was alive. Why did you lie to us? What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?

Now I understand Mike here. His best friend just died, and El had led him to believe he was still alive and able to be saved. In the heat of the moment I would lash out too.

But I think what we have to remember here is that this show isn't real life. It is written in specific ways to give intentional messages to the audience - should they choose to listen.

They could have written it where Mike leans on El for some emotional support (similar to how she emotionally and literally leans on him for support throughout the season) or if that was maybe too raw for the character, he resists her support and runs off. But instead they have him slap her hand and then ask what's wrong with her.

Mike berates El even more when they get back to the Wheeler house until El shows him that Will is alive.

Once again I think if the writers wanted to convey that these two would one day make a good couple, Mike could have apologized. He could have said it's just really upsetting knowing Will was gone.

But again no attempt is made to soften the edges of a supposed endgame couple.

After El throws Lucas off of Mike and knocks him unconscious, Mike turns on her. Once again asking "what is wrong with you?"

The following episode showcases a really harsh fight between Mike and Lucas. They both have an unwillingness to apologize as Dustin tries to facilitate forgiveness.

Mike's unwillingness to apologize to his friend reflects his doubling down on his aggression with El after Will's "body" was found.

Again, I see Mike's response as human, the way I'm phrasing it may seem negative but the boy is going through a lot right now and I think his response is understandable. I just think it's interesting that Mike would have a similar response to anger against El as he would with Lucas.

Especially when we see in upcoming seasons that there is one person who doesn't seem to ever get the full force of Mike's anger...

So to sum it all up:

Before Lucas points out Mike's supposed crush on El, Mike's interactions are just very friendly

After Lucas points out Mike's "crush", Mike's interactions with El are still mostly friendly, but somewhat more affected by this idea Lucas has planted in his head

Mike lashes out at El several times throughout the season, which I see as a choice the writers made to illustrate that this relationship is not going to last.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 6 all chapters

TRIGGER WARNINGS - I'm so bad at these, feels kinda redundant in a yandere fic, BUT this chapter mentions violence against women, NOT between u & john.

-It's not two days later that a teenage girl goes missing. The town rises up in a tizzy. Everyone volunteers in search parties in the woods. But deep down, you know they should be looking for a beat-up Dodge van. You tell the police, and they take it down, though you doubt they're taking you seriously. The tip lines always go crazy when something like this happens. They’ll have mountains of information to comb through.

The very next day she appears at the police station, bruised, traumatized, but miraculously alive. A burned-out Dodge van is found later in the woods on the other side of town. The girl can't remember much about how she got free, just that someone saved her. She didn't get a good look at him. It all happened so fast.

The next day, Mr. Wick comes into the coffee house with a nasty scrape on his cheek. His eyes have a hard glint to them, sharp as obsidian. 

Somehow, you just know. 

On your break you slowly lower yourself into the seat across from him. 

He doesn't look up at you. 

“What happened to your face?” you ask quietly. 

“Tree branch.”

He's probably telling the truth, but you know there's more to it. You're not sure what you want to ask. You don't want to out him. You wouldn’t have evidence even if you did. You're glad someone was able to find that poor girl, and whatever happened to those men...good riddance.

You realize you are just sitting there staring at him with your lips parted when finally he lifts his eyes to you. 

You feel utterly pinned by his piercing gaze, and your question about the van and what happened to the guys in it dies on your lips. Even you know it would be stupid to mention it, here. Somehow, you’re still brave enough to ask a different question burning in your mind.

“Before you retired... were you a cop?” 

He snorts a little at that. 

“Hardly.” 

You nod, mostly to yourself. With a house like the one he lives in? Of course he wasn’t.

“Ok.”

You realize, you don’t really want to think on it too hard. It doesn’t matter, anyway.

You stand to go, but he touches your hand, ever so lightly. Still, it’s enough to make you freeze in your tracks. If you had any sense, it would be out of fear.

When it comes to Mr. Wick though, you’re afraid you have no sense.

 “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we good?”

“Yes.”

You answer emphatically and you mean what you say. You listen to the news and probably to too many true crime podcasts, but it’s still easy to forget sometimes in your little town that the world's a big bad place. You're glad there's someone who can balance it out a little bit in the right direction, even if that someone has to go a little bit outside the law. You squeeze his hand, and it seems like that's enough assurance for him.

He goes back to his book, and you go back to work.

Later, you bring him a pastry, the coffee cake you’ve noticed he likes on occasion.

“What’s this for?”

You don’t know why you find the suspicion in his tone endearing.

“For taking care of us,” you answer. It’s hard not to fancy Clear Forks has gained its very own avenging angel in black. Whether he came from Up Above or Down Below doesn’t matter to that girl, and you find, it doesn’t matter to you.

[em-harlsnow]

how about the tiktok trend where they take their partner on a hike and tell them “no one will hear you scream.”

okay yes definitely.

Mickey doesn't understand Ian. He doesn't think he's ever truly understood the enigma that is his husband. Even when they were kids, Ian was eager to do stupid Army drills in the summer and on weekends and to Mickey's knowledge, no one was holding a gun to his head. Ian was also attending school in the summer and Mickey didn't even do that shit when he was supposed to, never mind the extra crap. And now Ian likes to go on runs so early that only God is awake. Ian's always been a weirdo.

And now, Mickey's out of the house on a Monday night when he wanted to be in the warmth of their apartment on a warm sofa, but instead he's out in the wilderness. Well, not quite the wilderness. The woodsy bit behind their apartment complex.

It's cold, it's dark, it's late. Ian dragged him on a walk. Why would he do that? Ian claims to love Mickey, and yet he's torturing him. Ian also keeps calling Mickey a drama queen whenever he says he's being tortured.

"How long do we gotta be walking for, Gallagher? My knees are fucking aching."

"You're an old man. Walks are good for you. Plus, look at how nice it is to be with nature." Ian points out, stopping them in a small, dark, cold clearing.

Mickey doesn't know when the fuck Ian became some yoga instructor, wanting to be connected with the fucking elements, but he's done worse weird shit. The ROTC crap was more annoying.

Ian's beside him, then, with his hand pressing against his back. That's nice, Mickey thinks, because no one's around and Ian's warm. Maybe he wanted to fuck in the forest. Mickey could be down for that, if it wasn't freezing cold.

That's definitely Ian's plan, Mickey thinks, when he feels Ian's mouth near his ear.

"No one will hear you scream." Ian whispers, not in a sexy way. In a motherfucking creepy way. In a murderer, serial killer type of way. In the chop-you-up-into-little-pieces-and-eat-you kind of way.

Mickey darts away from him like he's just told him he has the fucking Plague.

"What the fuck!" Mickey shouts, backing away whenever Ian starts coming closer. "What's wrong with you?"

"What?" Ian asks, dubious.

"You said 'no one will hear you scream'! What the fuck?"

"What? I said 'it looks like a dream'." Ian tells him, eyeing him like Mickey's ridiculous and crazy. No, no way. Ian's the psycho-killer here, not Mickey. He knows what he fucking heard.

"No the fuck you didn't!" Mickey shouts.

Ian, the scary bitch, has the audacity to laugh at him. "Yes, I did. You losing your hearing too, old man?"

Mickey shakes his head in disbelief. "No. No, you're doing that fucking thing. That gas-firing thing."

"Gaslighting? Why would I be gaslighting you, Mickey. We're on a nice walk. It looks like a dream." Ian's looking at him all puzzled and shit, but Mickey isn't falling for it. The man is lying, Mickey heard him say it. For sure.

"No! It looks like a goddamn horror movie! No one's gonna hear you scream, motherfucker." Mickey retorts, cautiously jerking away whenever Ian tries to go near him. It's not like he thinks Ian's going to kill him, not really, but it's a freaky thing to say. Mickey's more considering how Ian could have been replaced by a killer alien shapeshifter thing, like he read about in a horror story years ago.

Ian laughs, again. "Mickey..." He chuckles, as if Mickey's insane.

"No, don't you Mickey me. We're going home, right now."

Ian shrugs. "Okay, let's go back."

"Never coming out to the fucking woods with you again." Mickey mutters, then watches as Ian tries to be some kind of gentleman and let him go first. "No way! Walk in front of me, bitch, I'm not letting you stab me in the fucking back."

Ian holds his hands up and goes first, and Mickey keeps a careful eye on him all the way back.

---

Back in their place, Mickey's still uncertain about whether Ian's been replaced by an alien. He keeps smiling at him in a strange way.

When Mickey gets into bed, he's sure that Ian is not Ian.

"No, you're sleeping on the couch and I'm locking the fucking door, you alien freak." Mickey says, blocking Ian from getting in with him.

"Mickey, come on. I was joking, okay? It's a trend."

"So you did fucking say it, and you were fucking gas-firing me." Mickey accuses.

"Gaslighting. And yeah, sure. But it was for a trend. It was funny. Let me in my bed."

"No. I don't believe you." Mickey tells him, raising one eyebrow.

Ian sighs and sits down on the bed instead, no matter how hard Mickey tries to stop him. He pulls out his phone and searches for it on TikTok, then proudly displays it to Mickey.

"See? Just a trend. Now let me in bed."

Mickey narrows his eyes. "Fine, asshole. Don't be surprised if I fucking make you fucking scream in the middle of the night."

Ian smiles. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Mickey smacks him. "You're not funny. Jokes should be illegal to people like you."

"I'm hilarious." Ian argues, then smacks a kiss against Mickey's cheek like Mickey isn't extremely mad at him right now.

He's more annoyed that the stupid TikTok trend prank worked, though. That's what's really getting him. He got fooled. Mickey's going to be annoyed about it for days.

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

my mind is stuck on thicker Bucky after the war, he’s been home, Gale’s been feeding him well, taking care of him. he’s got pudge on his tummy, his tits have a bit of bounce to them, his arms are a little thicker, he’s got a bubble butt that fills out his slacks more, but he does yard work constantly.

just something to keep him busy because if he’s not busy then he’s going stir crazy. so cue Gale watching from their back porch as John just tosses wood around, digging up plots for their garden, wood working old benches he’s found.

but his tummy keeps flashing from his shirt, his biceps are bulging, he’s got sweat trickling down his throat making his white shirt a little see through. and Gale is just foaming at the mouth the entire time.

which is how John finds himself being pinned down before he can go shower. sweat tracks being licked off his throat, hands groping at his chest, and he is not a man that is gonna complain.

when Gale gets his arms pushed up, shirt tangling and pinning him down slightly. just to bury his nose in John’s armpit, licking across the hair there before he’s moving his mouth over to bite a mark right by John’s nipple.

that mark is glaring up at Gale which then prompts him to suck more, leading down to John’s tummy. where he sucks an almost belt of them in, and before he can even get John’s pants off. his lovable golden retriever man who has been moaning, panting, and begging so nicely the entire time, cums in his pants.

Gale just has to roll him over and open him up, so he can push in because John is begging him for it. he’s telling him to, he isn’t too sensitive, he’ll be alright, just wants to make his boy feel good too.

and if it’s watching John’s little bubble butt bouncing back at him as he thrusts in that gets Gale to cum so hard he almost blacks out. well…that’s for them to know, and John to flaunt about later on.

-🦕

xx

I am always here for thick Bucky 👏

I know Callum said he was a little bit chunky in MOTA and I argue he wasn’t chunky enough 😈 Jkjk it’s his body, but seriously… that was not chunky lol Enter at your own risk we’ve got thoughts on size, sweat, armpits, and more ❤️

But give me a Gale that watches every bite John takes with a little flutter of excitement and pride because he made it himself and he’s nourishing his partner who’s still trying to recover from the stalag a year out. Then one day, John’s innocently working on the yard and takes his singlet off while Gale’s sipping lemonade on the porch like a pretty housewife and suddenly finds himself pinned in the grass with a half feral Gale on top of him.

All he can do is sit there and take it as Gale laps up the sweat between his pecs before burying his face between them with a groan, fingers digging into the new give of John’s waist. He doesn’t linger there long though, he gets his hands running up the soft underside of John’s biceps, nails scraping along and leaving marks in their wake, forcing his hands above his head as he nuzzles into John’s armpit, moaning and licking for all he’s worth and John swears he’s gonna come in his pants.

Before he can even do anything about it, like try and buck up against Gale where he’s cradled between John’s legs, Gale is moving again, biting and sucking a path down John’s chest, paying special attention to the little roll his pants are digging into to. Gale practically worships the spot, groaning as he works at it, fingers digging in mercilessly into John’s thick thighs.

He wants to say something, because he’s a little embarrassed about how much he’s let himself go but Gale’s cooking has just gotten so good and it honestly seems like Gale’s having a religious experience. John can’t be blamed for coming in his pants.

When Gale finally pulls away, face flushed and eyes half crazed, John goes willing when he tells him to roll over. He might whine about it a little bit but he can’t help but to shut up when Gale calls him a good boy.

As his reward, John gets Gale diving in and eating him out despite how sweaty and gross he is, putting his oral fixation to good use before getting railed so hard and rough he’s almost a little worried he won’t be able to sit. Gale fucked into him like a man possessed, one hand on his ass the whole time, smacking or kneading into the give of it while his other hand explored John’s body restlessly.

It takes them so long to recover, lying there in the grass, side by side, that the sun ends up directly overhead. John can only wheeze and wave Gale off when he springs up and declares he’s making fried chicken, biscuits, and mashed potatoes for dinner. John knows he’s gonna eat every single bite and not think twice about how it’ll settle on his body.

He wonders if it was a one off, brought on by him getting sweaty from yard work. Except, he wakes up the next morning to Gale riding him like he’s a galloping horse, fingers squeezing at his John’s pecs like they’re tits. John can deal with some tight clothes and a little extra jiggle if it means getting to see Gale like this. John’s belly is never free of hickies moving forward.

[apollosunshineisdead]

my favorite lyric or two from every will wood song

Everything is a Lot:

6up 5oh: "they shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD!"

skeleton Appreciation Day: "give me all your LSD so i can feel my mind unweave again!"

front Street: "you said let loose, but now you're lost"

aikido!: "i told doctor tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with children with need Prozac, prilosec and lo-jack, triple-sec and lexapro"

white Knuckle Jerk: "i wonder how i woke up in the middle of my surgery, and i watched them botch my heart"

cover This Song!: "i'm just a little bit crazy 'bout you, just a little bit out of my mind"

Thermodynamic Lawyer: "so all that i see, absolute entropy as the chemical bounds fall apart"

red Moon: "the crescent rests, tethered to the west"

lysergide Daydream: "ooh, i wanna be on the picture on the postcard, pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend"

the First Step: "i lost count after 21 in the college crawl"

jimmy Mushrooms': "i think the truth is that everyone's wrong!"

Compound Fracture: "bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas"

everything is a Lot: "night sky, i wonder why i am alive until i die / i find that at this size, no answer can be right"

destroy to Enjoy: "lao tzu, chaung tzu, yin-yang tattoos, FUCK your mystic wisdom! find your own way home from Bonnaroo!"

SELF-iSH:

self-: "i'll shake the apples from my family tree, so when the autumn comes to take the leaves..."

2012: "testing my hypothesis, never finding a theory!"

cotard's Solution: "rolling my third eye into the back, of my head and squinting through the black"

mr. Capgras: "eulogy or biography, i'm who i ought to be, and that is God to me"

the Song with 5 Names: "WHAT IS "IS"? WHAT IS "NOT"? WHAT IS "WHAT"? WHAT'S UP PARTY PEOPLE! WHAT? / WHY I WONDER WHY I'M NOT WHATEVER, WHAT THE FUCK!"

hand Me My Shovel: "looking up, i could say Heaven sent me! / hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"

dr. Sunshine is Dead: "i'm noone if i'm nowhere in between!"

-ish: "well at 27 will i see, that i was born to be the man i'll be?"

The Normal Album:

greetings from Mary Bell Township!: "so give me your half-life crisis / i can tell that you know where paradise is!"

(vampire) Culture: come on, drink that BLOOD! didn't they want your blood?

Love Me, normally: the Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"

2econd 2ight 2eer: "my grip on the secrets' slippin' while i'm speakin' in tongues!"

laplace's Angel: "so if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor / neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door"

i/Me/myself: "eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic"

...well, better than the Alternative: "she's gonna be a lot like me, but i don't wanna be at all like me"

outliars And Hyppocrates: "i am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you, the red hot sky"

blackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA: "his ribcage was a hornet's nest, his palpitations set the beat!"

marsha, thankk you for the Dialects: "doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that / disease is in the eye of the beholder, tell me "so it goes!""

love, Me Normally: "is there nothing to fear, cuz shit's getting weird!"

memento Mori: "no need to fear cuz when it's Here you won't be alive / try not to think about it!"

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs:

venetian Blind Man: "string on his finger, a tourniquet ring"

yes, to err is Human: "if you don't hate me, then reanimate me!"

your body, My Temple: "furthering the fever of your fervor for believing, I will"

when somebody Needs you: "fishing lure moon on a string for you, didn't you say you need space?"

"In Case I Make It,"

tomcat Disposables: "what's the moon made of? meet me there after i'm gone"

becoming The Lastnames: "weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss"

Cicada Days: "here at the end of days, my god, what have I done? / christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all i dreamed of"

euthanasia: "and every, everybody dies / fighting for their lives, just trying to survive"

falling Up: "airplane eclipses over spirals of math – would or could the impact kill me?"

that's Enough, let's get you Home: "but CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home"

um, it's Kind of a Lot: "sorry darling, please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize!"

half-Decade Hangover: "but i can't make amends for things i can't remember"

vampire Reference in a Minor Key: "the seraphim on my shoulder, whispering "please don't turn your head""

you liked this: "Ten Red Flags that a Neurotypical Narcissist is Trauma Dump Gaslighting You into Sex-Negative Self-Abuse Emotional Labor and Internalised Reverse Racism Against Post-Modern Flat Earthers with Facts and Logic (Number Seven Will Destroy Your Family)"

the Main Character: "judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach"

Against the Kitchen Floor: "i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all"

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll: "and i hate proving that i'm still human after all"

BFB's Blueberry Pie: " "

Willard!: "so gather 'round pandora's skinner's box, look through the one-way mirror / if you can see in shade's of grey, the colors are much clearer"

White Noise: "it begs the question just to tell you the answer!"

ICIMI outtakes:

misanthrapologist: "I hear your hear beating under the floorboards" and if i did, you deserved it: "that i really don't carе what you think or what you say, either that or I do way too much, oh well whatever, either way"

thank you for listening