#like a puppy with a crush hoping to be noticed and appreciated] this is normal behavior wrt a good friend!

[cute-sucker]

can’t stop thinking abt s1 rafe x shy!pogue!reader where he’s so mean to her but she has the fattest crush on him 😢😢

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ YOUR CRUSH ON RAFE CAMERON WAS ALMOST DEGRADING. it was exciting for him because it made him wonder how much he could push you. how much he could push you, and you'd still look at him with those adoring eyes of yours. how long you would offer up your body, innocent with your pouty lips.

it didn't matter if rafe dismissed you, or if he acted as if you didn't exist—you stayed there, trailing after him like a lost puppy. he liked it too, the thought that no matter what he did, you would still be there.

really, it was sickening how much you liked rafe. he'd push you away, cold mask on his face, the words, 'dirty pogue,' already on his lips—yet you would come back to him. with your soft words, and little gifts. sometimes you left him a small snack, a glittery pink pen etching your initials. sometimes he'd try not to notice the way you'd always be hopeful during parties with your tiny clothes, almost ready to talk to him.

see, he was nice to girls. how could he not be? but you. you defined every rule in the book. you were way to nice, you were a pogue, and lastly, there was the persistence. you wanted a boyfriend, not a hookup. but you were testing every limit he had with your presence.

he could barely control himself with you around, groaning softly when he saw you coming his way. there was a meekness to you, almost as if you were surprised you were even talking to him.  

"rafe?" you'd call, and when he turned around. of course, you were already blushing, pursing your lips to hide your smile, "um...would you mind signing this?"

rafe looked at you again, licking his lips before regarding your pleading look, "yea, why not. what's it for?" then he looked down at you, holding eye contact for a little longer than usual. quickly you got flustered, blinking down as you tried to hold eye contact back.

"uh—it's just for something."

"something? tryna be mysterious and shit?"

"oh no rafe! i—"

finally, he snapped, "alright listen. i know you like me, but uh, i don't do that girlfriend or boyfriend bullshit. especially not with a pogue," he drawled as he gave you a once over, before giving you slight look, "now, either we hook up or nothing."

you gulped, shocked at his outburst, but you couldn't help but pout. wasn't this what you wanted? all dressed up in your cute jumpsuit, all dolled up for him. so he could look at you, so he could appreciate you. at this point all you just wanted was him. but you couldn't give yourself up that quickly. all the blood rushed up to your head, and you knew you were blushing. hard.

"i don't know what you're talking about!" you blubbered, taking a step away from rafe. he laughed, cocking his head.

"oh shittt, don't give me those pretty eyes and tell me you don't want to fuck me?"

suddenly you bit your lip, feeling shy. this was the most you had ever said to him. of course it had to go this way. so you did what every normal person did; murmur something softly that was hard to pick up. but rafe was rafe, he perked up, eyes full of glee. as if he was enjoying your torment.

"c'mon doll, spit it out."

"i..."

"yeah? do i need to draw it out of you?" he whispered, stepping closer to you. your lashes fluttered, feeling like a deer in headlights. now or never. heat went through your body before you looked back up at him. you blinked slowly, a shy look on your face, taking a deep breath.  

"i...i do."

with his tongue tucked in his cheek, rafe leaned back, and signed the paper radiating smug satisfaction, "good. good. now that's settled, lemme finish something here before we get to that."

then rafe gave you a once over as if he knew the effect he had on you, before rising to leave, "see you tonight."

[vinnytotherescue]

Bubbles

Pinocchio x reader

Just fluff because the game is killing me :')

Having the warm water cascade down their sore and tired body is something that most people would crave after a long and arduous day, and of course (y/n) was no exception. She has been running errands for Hotel Krat all day, from helping Eugenie with fixing Pinocchio’s weapons to taking care of Mrs Antonia. When she came across the Hotel she never expected that her life could for once be normal again so she appreciated every sweat and sore muscle she would get from all the work. It is indeed a lot better than fighting for your life everyday and not knowing when Mr death himself was going to be paying you a visit. 

Following the carpeted hallway to her new bedroom she couldn't wait to surrender to the pure bliss that the warm water would give to her aching body. The moment she entered her room she started searching for her bathing products, not much just a vanilla shampoo and body wash, some stuff that she had managed to salvage from a destroyed market. Of course the hotel had such supplies but she figured that she could use hers before returning to the property’s last goods. Grabbing all her stuff she turned to the bathroom but she was suddenly stopped by the creaking sound of the bedroom door opening. Even though she knew who the mysterious intruder was her head still snapped to the source of the sound. Pinocchio stood there his clothes once again stained with the dark black liquid, a proof of his recent battle against more automatons. Even his face was stained by the same substance but his bright blue eyes shone through the darkness of it all.

(Y/n) stared at the boy a smile already plastered on her face. Her an Pinocchio had gotten very close over the past few months, him being her mysterious company and her being his coach to humanity. P offered her a smile as well and entered the room, the dark oil staining the carpet in the process. The girl could only imagine how stained the hallway carpet would be just from seeing the mess created on her carpet in a matter of seconds. 

“P! What have we said about the shoes! You are transferring the oil all over the place!” Pinocchio smiled sheepishly as if saying sorry and his eyes fell on the girl’s bathing products. 

“Are you going for a bath?” P tilted his head still staring at the products. P was always curious about how the water must feel on the skin, he never really showered, there was no reason since he was no human. A little water and a change of clothes would do  before his next trip to Krat.He would get dirty again anyways. But he always loved the way you smelled after a bath, so fresh and airy. He wanted to try it too, but he is a puppet how would his body react? But he ran in the rain, walked in big paddles, he must be fine right? 

“Yeah i was just getting ready-” 

“Can i join you?” P still didnt fully understand the concept of privacy and intimacy. Having a bath with another person just felt normal, he was so hopeful that he didnt notice the embarrassment in the girl’s eyes. 

“A-A date would be nice first-” The boy stared in confusion clearly not understanding the meaning behind it. (Y/n) clutched her stuff tighter and tried to regulate her erratic breathing but to no avail. 

“You know i can shower first and then you can go too” 

“But i don’t know how it works, i have never tried it before” His bright blue eyes stared into her very soul, so hopeful she could not refuse. She had such a crush on him she could not refuse anything really he looked incredibly adorable trying to persuade her. And he managed it. 

“Fine come on let me grab another towel” 

P rushed in the room and followed the girl like a lost puppy as she searched for an extra towel. After she grabbed one she headed toward the bathroom and turned on the faucet, hot water slowly filling the porcelain tub. Pinocchio watched the girl’s movements like he was a painter and he wanted to capture every single detail. 

“What are you doing now?” The water level was rising as the aromatic white liquid left the bottle and filled the tub with unique bubbles of all shapes. P felt like he was dreaming. 

“I am filling it with some shampoo! It makes all those cool bubbles it is perfect for relaxing!” (Y/n) beamed as she watched the bubbles double and triple in amount. P came closer and placed his human fingers over them, each of them disintegrating leaving behind a beautiful light aroma. His smile returned and as he played with the water and the girl just stood there anxious since she was done with the preparations. 

Now comes the hard part, going in.

“I-I think we should get in before the water turns cold” (Y/n) hugged herself anxiously and avoided the boy’s eyes that had settled right on her figure. 

“You can go in first” P left the tub and turned his back to the girl, waiting for her patiently as she undressed and got in. Not going to lie, (Y/n) was pleasantly surprised by this and she climbed in as fast as she could. It was such a nice feeling knowing that she would not be disrespected. P was such a kind soul and that is one reason she fell for him in the first place. 

“You can get in Pino too” thank god the bathtub was big enough for two people. (Y/n) shut her eyes the moment she saw P removing his stained shirt even though she would love to just take a peak. However, Pinocchio was so respectful towards her it was only fair she would act the same. After a few seconds she felt the water rise a bit and her cheeks turned bright red, her hands unable to leave her face.  

“You can open your eyes (y/n), I am done” the girl shook her head and removed her hands hesitantly. Her eyes immediately locked with the blue ones she had fallen in love with and she could feel herself melting, the hot water providing no help to fight it. Pino on the other side was beyond happy, the warm water felt so good against his cold skin and he could see the dense black oil struggling to stay on his body. His hands grazed the bubbles, a game of survival for them and a moment of temporary bliss for him.

While he remained focused on the sight of the fallen bubbles, (y/n) couldn’t help but notice the dark oil tainting his beautiful freckled face. Her hand went up to wipe it before being able to control the movement. The moment it landed on his cheeks his cerulean eyes had already landed on her. The shade of red on her face turned darker and after wiping the dark liquid she snapped her hand back. 

“Sorry you had some oil on you face” Pinocchio held the part of his face that she touched and longed for the warmth. Grabbing her hand he placed it back to his cheek as he leaned on it. (Y/n) was slowly dying by now. The warmth of her body for sure had found the boy and she just stood there like a stone statue. But the closer she looked, his fluffy hair was also stained….Shoot. Impulsive decisions were her forte by now so her other hand reaching to touch his velvet locks was no wonder. 

“Your hair is stained too Pino, did you bathe in oil or something?” Her hands racked through his hair as she tried to remove some knot she found in the process. 

“It just splashes everywhere, i can’t control it” the girl just stared at him sympathetically. It is no secret that every time he would return to hotel Krat she would be worried that under all this oil would be hidden some kind of nasty wound. She knew stuff out there were very difficult. She also knew that Pinocchio was very capable of protecting himself but that did not stop her from worrying like crazy. 

“it’s ok Pino,just… wait” She swiftly turned around and grabbed another bottle smaller in size and poured a generous amount of shampoo in her hands. After making sure to emuslify it she scootched a bit closer to the boy. 

“Can you turn around for me P?” the boy stared at her in question but nevertheless obliged. His back was now at her, thankful that he wasn’t able to see her flustered face anymore. He was much taller than her so she had to sit on her knees to reach properly. Her hands spread the aromatic shampoo all over his locks and she slowly started massaging his scalp. Immediately, she could feel his tense body relax and his head slightly fall towards her. A small smile found its way on her lips as she swept back his hair after rinsing it. His hair reached above his shoulders, the color almost as dark as the color of a raven due to it being wet. He slowly turned his body to face hers, dazed almost by the relaxing massage. He just looked so relaxed for once. (Y/n) could finally see clearly both of his eyes and all the individual freckles adorning his pale face. His eyes stared at her hair and a happy smile returned back to his face. 

“Can i wash your hair too?” The girl smiled and passed him the bottle as she turned her back at him. He carefully tried to imitate the girl’s movements from before but with his legion arm it was always a bit more complicated. He was always afraid that he would hurt her somehow. Like a delicate flower, the moment he would touch it it would crumble like all of the automatons in his way did. So he truly tried to be very careful. The feeling of his legion arm was so different but the cold metal felt so good against your throbbing skull. 

Having both of them washed their hair and the water turning cold was a sign that they should probably get out. Pinocchio was the first one to step out offering the girl a towel right after wearing his. She clearly tried to suppress her urge to look at his upper body as she herself wrapped a towel around her. Emptying the tub they both exited the bathroom and (Y/n) was quick to search for a blowdryer. Pinocchio was already changing into a new pair of clothes, his wet hair dampening his brand new shirt. (Y/n) shook her head giggling as she changed too. 

“Come here silly, we need to dry your hair, your t-shirt got wet” Pinocchio couldn’t get sick so drying his hair felt unnecessary but he would never say no to spending more time with her. He simply sat on the bed in front of her as she blow dryed his hair. The hot air felt so good against his damp hair and the steady noise of the blowdryer was making his eyes droopier minute by minute. His body felt so heavy and he started leaning towards the girl. Finally he was so tired that he couldn’t hold on anymore and let his head fall on her lap. The girl signed in defeat and turned off the blowdryer. His hair was still wet in places but he looked so peaceful sleeping on her lap. She simply let her hands trace over his soft features. 

“You are lucky that i love you” 

“I love you too”

It is fair to say that this was not what (y/n) expected the end of her day to be like, but she was certainly not mad at all. 

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The end 

A.N: Thank you so much for reading everyone! If you have any other ideas for lies of p x reader just drop them in my inbox, comments or dms!

P.s Let’s pretend that water would not hurt Pinocchio in any way Lmao

[snarky-magpie]

(Moonwater! I really need to write them their own fic. The nerds deserve to be happy together.) A shadow falls over their table before James composes a reply.

“Hey, Reg. Didn’t expect to find you here, but it’s a nice surprise.” Remus accompanies the greeting with a friendly grin. “James,” he adds with a flinch. Didn’t he notice James at first? But why would he approach them otherwise? Side note, this hiding spot sucks if so many people found him here. But also. Reg? Since when are Remus and Regulus, which, by the way, sounds like one of those muggle myths Lily told him about, on a nickname basis? As troubled as he is by Regulus’ news and worried about Sirius, he can’t help but observe the scene in front of him with fascination. 

Remus is still watching Regulus with a gentle smile, crooked thanks to the scar that tugs at the left corner of his lips, and James expects a scathing reply, possibly containing any or all of the following: filth, half-breed, scum, impure, not worth to lick the soles of my shoes. Or at least that’s what Sirius has him believe. Instead, the younger Black’s behavior performs a complete turnaround. The aloof amusement shrouding him during the conversation with James disappears as if Remus has put a Disillusionment spell on him. Red blotches pop up on his cheeks, and he sputters for a moment before he replies, and when he does, his voice comes out all squeaky, all its posh enunciation gone. 

“Hi, Remus, uh. Sorry. Hope I’m not intruding. I’ve had—a thing, well, a problem, really, I needed to discuss with James.”

“No, of course not. I’m just surprised because you usually take the nook under the stairs, right?” Remus says as if his familiarity with Regulus’ study habits is normal, then blushes furiously.

What in Godric’s name is happening here?

“Yeah.” Regulus meets Remus’ eyes. 

“Quietest place in the library,” they say in unison, both turning even redder than before. 

James bites his lips to stop himself from doubling over in laughter. Oh, this is beyond excellent. Regulus, stand-offish, holier-than-though, stuck-up Regulus, the pureblood heir par excellence, has a crush on the resident werewolf. You can’t come up with this stuff. And Remus seems to be crushing right back. He’ll so owe him for the wingman service he’s about to provide. 

“Regulus was just telling me how he needs help with his transfiguration work. Don’t you, Reg?” he says, dragging out the nickname. Savoring it. The younger Black stares daggers at him but holds his tongue. Clever boy. He understands James is working in his favor here.

“Really? I’ve got Transfiguration to review for the NEWTS. Maybe I could help you?” Remus offers, guileless. Regulus swivels his focus to him, and the daggers melt into puppy eyes in an instant. If James weren’t beside himself with worry about Sirius, he’d pop over to the kitchens for some snacks and then spend the rest of the evening sitting here, enjoying the show.

“That’d be, um, appreciated,” Regulus mumbles.

[spenglersweetheart]

I have idea

Egon isn’t one for falling in love easily in his mind there has to be a bond, friendship bond, trust etc, what if one day after a mission with reader ( rookie ) he helps them with the filing of the samples collected and they crack a really good science joke and before he can stop himself he snort laughs.

Ever since whenever Egons in a bad mood reader tells a science joke

oh, this is actually so cute !! i love it 🥹

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Anything to Make You Smile

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU DIDN'T MIND FILING THE SAMPLES WITH Egon. In fact, you much preferred it over making the bust. Though, that part was always fun, too. You had gotten along with all your new coworkers. Well, at least, almost all of them. Egon Spengler was a hard one to crack. The others told you about his seriousness. Which you didn't mind, it's what helps him stay dedicated to his work, and you honestly admired that.

When you guys came back from the most recent job, you and Egon pretty much immediately rushed over to the laboratory so you two can start with the samples. It was honestly your favorite part of the day. But, you noticed that something was off about Egon.

You knew he wasn't the one for emotions, as they are not really easy for him. But you wanted to get close to him. It may be because you were starting to gain somewhat of a little crush on him. But ... No one needed to know that. Not just yet, at least. Today, though, he was a bit off. He's not known to be a talker. Maybe that was just around you, but he looked a little more sad than usual.

You walk over to him when you file one of your last samples. You watch him carefully, before looking up at him to speak.

"You okay?" You finally get the courage to ask.

He only gives you a hum of approval, which wasn't really normal for him. It makes you raise a brow in interest.

He starts to walk away, you immediately follow right after him like you're some lost puppy. You tried not to make a habit of that, as it could possibly annoy him. You thought for a moment, before an idea finally pops into your head.

"Hey, Egon, did you hear about the chemist who threw sodium chloride at his taxi driver?" You question.

Egon rose a brow in interest and in slight concern. "I have not," he answered, "Are they okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, they're alright. The police caught the guy. They ruled it as a salt."

Egon looks at you, a chuckle falling from his lips, it eventually turns into a laugh, letting out a snort. Seeing him like that makes you smile wide.

"How did you come up with that so quickly?" Egon asked.

You gave a shrug. "I dunno. I always had a knack for science related jokes," you answer, "I've got a ton of other ones if you want them."

"If you're sure," Egon says, "I could use another one."

"Alright, so a neutron walks into a bar, right?"

Egon gives a nod. "Yeah?"

"He asks how much for a beer. The bartender replied, 'For you? No charge.'"

It's another corny science joke that makes Egon laugh. You were happy that someone appreciated your science related jokes like you did.

"I saw you were feeling a little down. I just wanted to see you smile for a change," you tell him.

"Well, it certainly worked," Egon responds, "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem. Anything to make you smile," you say back to him.

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── ♡ ( AUTHOR'S NOTE! ) :

not my best work i don't think bc i am Tired™ but i really hope you like it! i tried my best.

[nocrayonstoday]

"addictions"

in which a character with an addiction discovers that they're someone else's addiction

d.page x nb!mc , drabble/oneshot

a/n: first time doing a daniel fic!! mostly because there are so little so why not do one for the fandom (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) hope u like it !!

wc: 690

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daniel page was in the potions classroom like usual, working on yet another potion. he had an addiction to making these, it was practically his lifeline. o.w.l.s are approaching soon, and daniel had been spending his whole day in the classroom, trying to perfect every potion that may appear in the exams. mc and ivy decided to drag him out of the class and explore hogsmede, since there was no way he was going to be in a classroom for the whole weekend.

"daniel!" mc said as they opened the door, walking into the class, ivy following suit. "oh, hi mc, ivy.." he replied, focused on his cauldron.

"we're going hogsmede and you're coming with us, you can't spend the whole weekend holed up here!" ivy said, standing near the door. mc nodded and added, "c'mon daniel, we'd really appreciate it if you came."

"can't you ask robyn or kevin or lottie?" he dismissively replied. mc shook their head.

i want you, they thought.

"please daniel?" mc gave him the best puppy eyes they could, and he reluctantly agreed. ivy and mc both cheered and dragged him out of the class to catch the train to hogsmede.

it was obvious that mc had a crush on daniel. everything he does makes the butterflies in their stomach flutter, and he doesn't even realise the effect he does to mc! just him agreeing on going hogsmede with mc made them feel fuzzy and warm inside.

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once in third year, cassandra and the freys' were being an annoyance, and daniel was getting on his last nerve, ready to duel them. mc calmed him down, until cassandra insulted daniel's family. something snapped in mc when they heard her comment. mc went up to cassandra and gave her a cold, hard slap. everyone surrounding them turned to look, and daniel was embarrassed. he was hurt by cassandra's remark, but shocked at mc's reaction. he had never seen mc upset, let alone angry.

daniel quickly grabbed their wrist and dragged them away from cassandra and the freys'. when mc felt a hand softly grabbing their wrist, their anger faded away and was replaced by confusion; their cheeks flushed when they realised it was daniel's. he never let go of their wrist, through multiple corridors and staircases.

eventually they reached an empty classroom, and daniel looked at mc with a worried expression. he placed a hand on their shoulder, thanking mc for standing up for him, but also worried for them since they were always optimistic and never one to get angry. if anything, it would be daniel. mc was at a loss of words, as they were flustered at his touch, as their lips craved his lips, their touch craved his touch. mc was addicted to daniel, and only they know what their heart longs for.

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the trio reached hogsmede, and ivy immediately made a beeline to the three broomsticks. they ordered butterbeer and enjoyed their time there, although mc seemed a little distracted by something. that something was the way daniel's auburn hair glistened under the lights of the inn, the way he always had on a frowny face until a joke was cracked and that cute laugh appears. the smile only for his closest friends to see. only his closest friends. that thought made mc sigh and wonder if he reciprocated the feelings they felt. in which he most likely didn't. ivy noticed the slight tension between them, and excused herself to the restroom which resulted in a long, awkward silence between mc and daniel. usually they would talk like normal best friends, but something was odd in the air.

"are you okay?" daniel asks with concern. mc looked at daniel with reluctance, "i like someone." they said. daniel waited for them to continue, "but i know he doesn't like me back. he's got the cutest smile and the sweetest set of eyes, it's hard not to like him. but he's not addicted to me the way im addicted to him."

"well, who is it mc?" daniel asked curiously. "he's addicted to potions..." mc replies softly, which daniel then finally took the hint.

[jils-things]

Hi hello 🐭 anon again and uhh

OMGGHHJKLGFH NOOO I DIDN'T JUST SMILE LIKE A DOOFUS BECAUSE OF YOUR REPLY the images *savesthemimmediately* yesyes he looks very good the clothes the messy ponytail hnnnhgg I wouldn't mind… holding his hand…… what

Hjjfjklllfghjk he seems like such an interesting but tragic character!! ( Partaking in war?? just to care for his mother and him 🥺🥺🥺) And his relationship to Irene is so… wholesome? Like a brother figure watching over her jlkgffxllfdgv I love that!! 🥺🥺 Him letting her leave the house!! I can imagine that she's looking at him with big eyes and he just sighs and is like “I pretend I didn't see you leaving” GOSH I LOVE THAT (I don't know anything about his personality but that's my first impression and I hope that's alright telling you…..) Also bc I'm curious: How is his reaction to Irene and Norton getting together? ��

Btw I… I just noticed that he has a skin based on another fav/crush of mine (I just feel the need to share bc I'm loosing my mind what a coincidence) and- I mean his normal skin with the hood is also very nice and uh- no I'm sure this won't become a thing uhh I guess it's over for me isn't it heellp

-Shy 🐭 anon

hello again 😈😈😈 hehee go stare at the pics gogogo 😈😈 /t jeje

yess!! i adore him sm for thattt 💚💚 it started first as me being biased to him because i main him in-game and didn't know him very much, but not until i tried to read his story did i feel more appreciative of him 🥹 then boom. familial. hehehe i wanted to reflect their sweet bond to how i feel abt him irl (i know that's majority of everyone's fo list but it just feels different here ngl wohoho) soooo yes! AND YES that little scenario is spot on!!! she is exactly the type to give him puppy dog eyes (and he looks stern as hell) but give it 5 seconds, he'd sigh and tells her, defeated - to go ahead 🔥🔥🔥

AND OIUGHDHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE NAIB AND NORTON ARE SO FUNNY TO MEEE ok so these two are actually a very popular duo for some reason (they never met irl) and the way they portray their dynamic is that... THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER A LOT!!! LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT ITS FUNNYYYY even the stageplay adapted their little quarrel but made it seem like they're homies at the same time HAHAA 💚💚 and it's almost the same for my ship too!

naib is actually very against irene liking norton since it conflicts what her father wants for her (irene shouldn't be liking commoners) and this is partially him being protective of her (but masks it off as "just being your bodyguard") but time goes by and he really notices just how much irene wanted to be with norton and only him, so there'd be one day where he'd confront norton like; "campbell. you are not going to break lady irene's heart or i will GET YOU. give her a chance." (at the time, norton is very closed off with his feelings for her. its typical of him) and when they do get together ... they're like silly close rivals. butts heads often but they're pretty cool 👍👍👍

i have this silly doodle that perfectly reflects what i think about them! i think its better to see with visuals too hehe

[tanoraqui]

Gil-galad Son of OC & 50/50 Odds Celechwes Fixes the Noldor (I, II): Scenes from a Courtship, Part 2: Correspondence

(I know I said I’d start putting this directly on AO3 but it’s been a Busy Few Weeks irl and I finished this chapter other than some OC names at the end, and want to share.)

“…from southern Hithlum, from easter Hithlum…” Celechwes said, digging out the contents of her bag and depositing them on the office table. “A package of birthday sweet rolls for Orodben from her uncle—late, I know, and probably stale, Dorthonion took longer than I expected…a letter from Fingon to Maedhros, long as usual—”

“Oh thank goodness!” Himring had a new lieutenant managing its mail, the former having been killed by a warg raid last week. She nearly knocked the other letters off the table in her haste to grab the thick envelope from Celechwes’s hand. “I’ll take it—oh, no, but I have guard duty in just a few minutes! …Do you know how to get to the northeast tower? Can you bring it to milord?”

“Is it so urgent?” Celechwes asked, struck by her sudden alarm. “I didn’t think anything was amiss—there haven’t been any new assaults, that I know of!”

“No, no,” the lieutenant assured her. “Well…” She scrubbed a hand down her face. “Fileg, the wolf that got her—it was going for Lord Maedhros, when he was busy with two others. She got between them…it wasn’t even his right side, but he still always takes such things hard. He’s been…keeping watch in the northeast tower nearly every moment since.”

The northeastern tower was the one that looked directly toward Thangodrim and Angband.

“I know the way,” Celechwes promised. (She’d never been there particularly, but Himring was laid out very neatly.)

“Thank you,” the lieutenant said fervently. She pressed the envelope back into Celechwes’s hand. “Letters from Prince Fingon can raise him from even the blackest moods—maybe you can get him to come down to the mess hall, even!”

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If Celechwes had thought “keeping watch” was some sort of polite euphemism, she was mistaken: Maedhros Fëanorion was very much keeping watch like a common sentry, from the high, open, freezing top of the northeastern tower. His one conceit to lordliness was to be seated on a bench before a gap in the crenellations, rather than standing or pacing - a bench that looked suspiciously like someone had dragged it up from the slightly warmer guardroom below. She wasn't sure he’d noticed: he sat like a marble statue with a naked sword across his knees, frost at the edges of his cloak, gaze locked on the distant, dark peak to the north.

But he turned to her as she approached. The strange light in his eyes was dimmer than she remembered, and colder. He said sharply, “What word?”

“A letter from Prince Fingon,” she said, offering her packet. “News of the harvest festival, and other things.”

For a moment, some expression threatened to break through his stone face. Then he turned back to the teeth of the wind. “You can leave it here.”

There was already a roughly folded blanket and a half-finished breakfast beside him on the bench (it was nearly sunset). She tucked the letter under the wooden plate.

Then, on an impulse she didn’t question, she hugged him. From the side, so as to not block his view if he craned his neck. He tensed at the first touch, then returned to statue-stillness. He felt nearly as cold as stone, too.

He remained straight-backed when she let go. But he looked away from the Enemy again, and there was the faintest hint of humor in his voice. “Did Fingon send that, too?”

“No,” Celechwes admitted. “But he would have, if he’d known you needed it.”

At last the lips twitched on that marble-perfect face; the tall, straight shoulders slumped just a fraction. Maedhros conceded, "He would."

-

Thalawen, the new mail lieutenant, kept her in Himring for three days. At first, Celechwes suspected that she'd been turned into a temporary talisman for their lord's health. Only when she was ushered into his office on the fourth day did she see the full conspiracy.

"My nursemaids have insisted I write back to Fingon immediately, before the early snows slow all the couriers down." Maedhros said, handing her an envelope nearly as thick as the one he'd received. "Consider this a priority - we'll pass on anything else you were going to carry beyond here."

Behind his back, Thalawen and her captain both gave Celechwes a thumbs-up.

"I'll leave immediately," Celechwes said with a straight face.

But Maedhros didn't dismiss her to it. He stood behind his desk, then hesitated, perfect stern statue no more.

"Is there something more?" Celechwes asked.

“You shouldn’t have– touched me unexpectedly,” he said at last. severe with warning. But there was vulnerability in the clench of his jaw. Shame. Something aching and something blindingly burning. “You’re lucky I didn’t draw my blade on you.”

Then he sighed as though losing a battle with himself. "Yet, I understand that you do sometimes carry...extra words, and gestures of affection?"

"Yes," she said curiously.

"Then I have this, too, for Fingon." Swiftly he rounded the desk and swiftly and fiercely he hugged her - though never so swiftly that she couldn't have moved if she'd wished.

She did not. She reached up and hugged him back. The Noldor weren't a people of casual physical contact, and nor, frankly, were the Falathrim. But Celechwes spent most of her days in happy isolation from anyone but a horse, and she was equally happy to overfill her stores of skin-hunger to last through the voluntary droughts.

And the lord of Himring was warm flesh to touch again, and she felt some pride in that.

"Thank you for the care," he whispered into the top of her head. "To both of you."

-

A week later, it was her turn to hesitate, as she placed the letter in Fingon's hand.

"...Do you mind coming over to those stairs for the rest of the message?" she said finally, pointing across Barad EIthel's front courtyard. "It's just, you Noldor are all so tall, and I don't want to shortcharge the experience."

-

She found herself riding between Eithel Sirion and Dor-Lómin and Himring more often after that, with an ever-increasing variety of messages.

-

“Please embrace him again, truly in my name this time—and I hope you know that once you’ve started this, you’re never escaping the duty again. Unless you want to, of course.”

-

“My cousin is absurd.” (A fond smile.) “Don’t take his teasing to heart—it’s only meant for me.”

Celechwes smiled impishly back. “I assure you, neither of you has yet risen to the level of my tolerance for teasing.”

-

“A peck on the cheek.”

-

“A punch on the arm!”

-

“Make him tell you the blueberry pie story.”

-

“Please offer my congratulations again, with clasped hands, and while you have hold of him…see that he truly took no more dire wounds than a scratch on the arm. Of course we must say the orc host was defeated handily, but…”

“I’ll fly back here with the whole, true story,” Celechwes promised, “as well as whatever he writes himself.”

-

“He held the last pages down with a weight rather than his own arm, I can tell, and he only does that when the stump pains him. Please— see that he uses his salve, if you can, and tell him I’m sorry.” A wry laugh. “He won’t scold you for it.”

-

Celechwes stood on a low footrest in one of the many parlors at Fingon's palace-fort at the western foot of the Mountains of Mithrim, while Fingon stood on the ground before her. He read aloud, “My Dearest Fingon:

"First off, before any other news, know that you are not only ridiculous, foolish, and far too willing to face all the ills of the world as though you alone can, nay, must fix them—not only are you all these things, but you are so superlatively these things that I’ve had to enlist Celechwes to help me manage them. Is she there, waiting while you read this aloud? I asked her to stay and bully you into reading this aloud.”

“I am,” Celechwes said, as though Maedhros could hear, and because she already knew what was written next. Maedhros had shown her the script-letter before bidding her back to Dor-Lómin with it.

"I expect she said yes just now." Fingon read with a sparkling smile at being teased by two people at once. But it grew softer and sadder as he continued.

“I have enlisted her in the hope that, as you seem to believe of me, hearing these words from another will finally convince you of their truth: For the last time (though I will say it until the end of Arda if I must), I forgive you, you ridiculous elf. If you somehow insist that there is something to forgive, when obviously I should be thanking you until the end of Arda, I forgive it.

“(Celechwes, take his left hand here, and kindly kiss the palm.)

“I forgive the hand that held me still and caught me as I fell.” Fingon’s voice shook as he read Maedhros’s letter, as Celechwes took his hand and gently turned it up, and pressed a kiss to the bow-calloused palm. “Indeed, I love it, as I ever have.

“(Celechwes…'” 

He looked up at her, ceasing to read. "Celechwes..."

“Don’t stop, valiant prince,” she murmured, guiding his hand back to the page so she could switch it for his right.

“I forgive the hand that swung the blade and freed me,” Fingon read on obediently, tears in his eyes. Celechwes let her lips linger against his palm. “And I love it as I ever have and ever shall, as fiercely and truly as I love the rest of thee.

“So stop listening to winds from the north. It doesn’t suit you at all—"

Celechwes leaned down (barely) and kissed his forehead. Then, self-indulgently, she bent a little further to chastely catch his lips as well.

Fingon broke off, breathless for an elf who had done nothing but read a letter aloud.

"Is that from Maedhros too?" he asked. Tears dampened his cheeks, but he smiled as though helpless to do otherwise.

"No," Celechwes admitted. "I'm sure he would have, but that was just from me." She squeezed the hand that she still held. "You're very sweet, you know, in addition to foolish, ridiculous, and all the other things."

-

When next she saw Maedhros, it was in his brothers’ fortress in Himlad. They were feasting with their people when she arrived; she sidled into the edges for a laden plate, as was any hard-riding courier’s right. He found her later, as she slipped back out to the barracks.

“Thank you,” he said without warning, bent and kissed her on the cheek. She’d heard wine made him morose, but he was unusually merry. His smile turned the pale summer pre-dawn brighter. 

Her breath caught, because he was well-named, even when tipsy. His fiery hair, half-bound, brushed against her shoulder.

“Who is that for?” she asked lightly. “You should know, I only just arrived, I won’t be carrying anything anywhere until at least tomorrow.”

“For you,” he said seriously. “The sight of you was the best part of this evening so far.” And her breath left her again.

-

Fingon dashed cheerfully down his tower steps to greet incoming couriers at his fortress in Dor-Lómin. When Celechwes came west over Ard-galen, she more often than not met him leading his cavalry through wheeling exercises on the great green fields. One time, she arrived at Barad Eithel in the sleep-yearning dead of night and crept upstairs to place her message-bag in the box outside Princess Lalwen’s office, for it was Lalwen who administrated the entire high-royal courier service, and Fingon met her walking down the hallway. His clothing was rumpled and his hair tied back with just one gold ribbon, but he was whistling quietly and examining a sheaf of papers in his hand - scout reports, he explained cheerfully, also for his aunt’s review in the morning.

Celechwes complained about it to her fellow couriers in the mess hall the next day, once she’d peeled herself from her overdue bed.

“He works too hard! Does his father put him up to this?” She peeled an orange with the vigor with which she might tell off Fingolfin of the Noldor. “Here, Fingon is his war leader. In Dor-Lómin, he is a vassal lord. When he goes afield, he is a diplomat. And everywhere, he conducts drills, meets the enemy wherever he can, manages meetings, and even collects the mail - and not like paranoid Curufin, or that stick-in-his-ass seneschal in Mount Rerir! Does he never sleep? Has he never learned to delegate?”

[A], an older Noldorin courier snorted and muttered something to her hot tea in Quenyan. But after her time at the early camps around Lake Mithrim and nearly two hundred years delivering messages along the Siege-line after that, Celechwes had a decent grasp of the forbidden tongue.

“What do you mean, ‘not when beautiful flame-haired maidens are the ones bearing it’?” she demanded (translating to Sindarin, of course). “Damn, no, that makes no sense - I still can’t track all those extra syllables. Anyway, he doesn’t just do it when I bring letters from Maedhros, when I could possibly be bringing letters from Maedhros, if that’s what you mean - ”

Their other three tablemates groaned. [B], who rode relay back and forth between Barad Eithel and Tol Sirion, punched [A] in the shoulder. 

“You ruined it!” [B] cried. “You ruined the whole betting pool!”

“What?” Celechwes asked, bewildered.

“Shh!” [C] hissed at the others, waving his hands. “She hasn’t figured it out yet! Ix-nay on the etting pool-bay!”

[C], too, was a Falathrin wanderer-at-heart - and, as such, he used the same unsubtle quay-slang Celechwes had grown up with.

“What betting pool?” Celechwes demanded. “Wait, you don’t mean - ” She slapped her orange peel down on the table. “For the last time, my hair is blonde! And even if it wasn’t, sometimes people just have red hair! What is it with you Noldo and this madness for it?”

Chin in his hands, [D] said, “You hair is a little red in the sun, you must admit.”

“You’re a Noldor,” Celechwes said. [D] shrugged.

“Is there even any difference between ‘Fingon receiving a letter from Maedhros’ and ‘Fingon receiving a letter from Maedhros borne by Celechwes’?” [C] asked [B] thoughtfully. “I mean, the long ones that come with tokens and probably poetry, not just official dispatches.”

“Not by my route,” said [B]. “Not for at least a fifty years now. So, wait, are we admitting to the betting pool now?”

All four of them turned to look at her, expressions ranging from excited to apprehensive to once more concealed behind a mug of tea ([A], too, had gotten in late last night).

“Are you saying,” Celechwes said slowly, racing through her memories, “that Fingon only runs out to greet the courier when..it’s me?”

[C] and [D] slammed their hands down on the table simultaneously, startling many other breakfasters. 

“This decade! Ten gold!” [C] shouted.

“No victors!” [D] shouted back. “[A] ruined it; no victors! All reimbursed!”

“Actually, I think ‘one of us ruins it’ was [E]’s bet,” [B] mused. “And [F’s] as well.”

“For the love of Varda,” [A] cast her prayer up to the heavens, then met Celechwes’s gaze straight-on. “Yes. That is exactly what he does. He has the sentries in at least five forts in on it.”

Celechwes thought of a bright smile bounding down steps, shining cavalry wheeling and racing towards her over green fields, and haste-rumpled clothes with a single, sleep-tied golden hair-ribbon, and felt a blush rise in her cheeks.

“Oh,” she said faintly. “I didn’t know.” 

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Owl anon...hey I got a request....a shy reader or maybe weak reader...I'll let you decide....x pitaya dragon? Idk if they should be yandere or not so I'll let you decide that too lol!

Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Shy/Weak!Reader HCs

.Pitaya dragon cookie is a rough and violent dragon; they crave destruction and love a good fight. They found good fun in crushing the weaker cookies even if their “fights” were boring and pathetic.

.Then you showed up, you were a particularly fragile cookie. You were so meek and had trouble speaking to others or starting anything social.

.Pitaya at first thought it was funny, they’d had never seen a cookie as weak as you before…until it started to get cute. Like how one would a puppy, at first.

.When Pitaya first approached you, you had nearly passed out from fear alone…then felt utter confusion when the great red dragon had started a conversation with you.

.Well, it was mostly the dragon talking, you were struggling to keep up but Pitaya didn’t seem to notice. You tried to tell them to slow down and they almost immediately shut up when they heard you speak.

.They were quiet…was this…an encouragement for you to lead?

.Gulp…. “Um, great dragon can you…perhaps slow down? It’s difficult for me um…to keep up…”

.Pitaya takes your request as seriously as they can and tries to speak as a speed good for you, though occasionally they slip back to their normal pace. They were…odd…

.Ever since that day Pitaya would visit you, follow you around and just observe. They’d even be caught cooing at times because they really thought your little shy self was that adorable.

.They’d tried to push you to be more outgoing and would get angry when you’d just clam up more, it took Hollyberry smacking them upside the head for them to really listen.

.They can’t force you to be more open, they have to work at your pace. The Queen Mother even gave her old sparring and drinking buddy some tips on what to do.

.With this information Pitaya came back with a vengeance, but in a good way!

.While it was clear they were struggling with it, they were working more at your pace and not trying to force you to be social. Because of this you started to bond with them more easily and eventually became good friends.

.In fact…they were pretty much your only friend; your shyness didn’t do you much favors in the friendship department.

.They seemed to take pride in being your only friend, seeming to relish it in fact. You guessed it made them feel special and you agreed with that.

.You were surprised with how good of a friend they were, in fact, they were a very protective friend.

.Pitaya will hiss and growl at anyone they deem a threat to you, keeping you close to their side when you’re out. They simply don’t trust anyone else with you.

.Honestly it was a bit flattering that Pitaya cared so much about you and you wanted to show your own appreciation.

.You’d learn about dragons in return and Pitaya themselves, you learn that similar to a dog or cat Pitaya has sweet spots that they really love being scratched.

.They reacted very positively to this and was all over you.

.They noticed their feelings towards you are growing but they don’t much mind until they can fully understand it. One of their favorite things is to just keep embraced in their warm body.

.Once you two are romantically together Pitaya adores the sugar out of you and makes it known, very physical but stops when it gets to be too much.

.They’re even more protective over you, territorial towards perceived threats of the mateship.

.Like literally looming over someone they don’t like, hair spiked out, tail lashing, wings fanned. The works.

.They’re more outward about helping you through your fears and heavily enjoys flying around with you in their arms or on their back in dragon form.

.Though I hope you accept that by agreeing to this you’re mates for life now. Good luck!

[darlink-xoxo]

OUR FAVORITE SONG!* ੈ♡‧₊˚

in which, you can't help glancing at your crush while listening to your favorite song

and i guess he cant either..

GIF isnt mine

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new post lets gooooo <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

pt 2 is right here

this the song 👇 enjoy 🫶

Warnings: Fluff, Possible ooc bakugou, Little Swearing, Puppy love 🫶.... and also spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You were choosing to spend the free time you were given in class to study for the upcoming test, yes you were that bored. So with nothing else to do you succumb to the soft melody playing in your headphones, lightly bopping your head to the beat of the music.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵,'

you oh so desperately didnt want to fail, this was ua of course, and with a teacher like Aizawa.. well you didnt want to take any chances. you had both your textbook and notebook opened on your desk, as you read whatever in the next book, anything you found remotely useful you wrote down, and if nothing appealed to your studies, you simply distracted yourself by doodling little things on the sides of your paper.

so deep into your studying, you barely noticed the man on the other side of the room. Bakugou was slouched over his desk, his head laid over his folded arms as he appeared to be sleeping to pass the time.

'𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵.. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 <3'

y/n mindlessly scribbled down their notes and/or doodles, time seemed to tick away slower than normal. lazily glancing back and forth between their notebook and textbook, y/n recited the lyrics in their head, now's not the time for karaoke..

'𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵..'

'maybe i just wanna be yours<3'

y/n took a double take once they realized they had written that last lyric instead of their textbook notes.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,'

grumbling, they erased the lyrics from their paper, deciding to give both themselves and their hand a break from writing. choosing to read over their notes to make sure they didnt miswrite anything else.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

pausing, y/n finds their gaze leaving their notes. and instead, focusing on the blonde tuff of hair hidden behind a certain boy's arms

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..<3'

y/n stared for a moment, taking the time to appreciate the scene in front of them. until ultimately regaining control of themselves. startled by their actions, y/n feverishly returns to their notes, hoping the subtle shake in their hand isnt as violent as their heartbeat.

'𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 '𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵.. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵,'

bakugou shifted, the feeling of being watched settled through his skin. he slightly stretched for a moment, before slowly opening his eyes.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯..(𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦)'

his gaze eventually landed on y/n, who finally got their heart to calm down. his half lidded narrow eyes hid the way he watched fondly as y/n glanced back and forth between their textbook and notebook.

he found it funny that y/n never really studied their notes until right before a test, 'last minute preparation' he recalls y/n calling it. he remembers how y/n fumbled to explain to him that glancing at their notes right before a test helps bring their notes to the front of their memory, therefore making it easier to remember.

'𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨..'

bakugou continued to watch them, his steel gaze never wavering even when y/n glanced at him.

y/n was taken aback for a moment, the feelings they barely had under control moments prior, were beginning to make their forceful return to the surface.

'𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵..'

bakugou stared in mild amusement as y/n awkwardly smiled at him, his gaze held strong and unnerving as his eyes trailed up and down on y/n's form.

'𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵..'

y/n felt their body unconsciously tuck in on itself when they noticed bakugou's eyes trailing down their form, watching their every move with a fire burning red beneath those eyes.

'𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~'

bakugou almost found himself chuckling as he watched y/n practically crumble under his gaze, it's as if y/n didnt know their gaze held a similar effect on him as well. although with him, it's more internalized.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~'

y/n could feel their heart explode in their chest, did bakugou know the effect he had on them?? it doesnt help the fact that this could very much all be one sided, y/n felt even more embarrassed remembering that the music was playing in 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 ears.. not his

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

bakugou watched in mild confusion as y/n suddenly buried their face in their hands, slowly peaking at him through their fingers before quickly going back into hiding.. did y/n really think covering their face would stop him from admiring them?

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴...'

y/n could only pray that bakugou would stop staring at them with that look any time soon.. how could they even try to calm their rapidly beating heart?? was he trying to give them a heart attack??!??

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

bakugou continued to watch in slight amusement, silently laughing at how he probably would've had a similar reaction if roles were reversed. where he was the one who caught y/n staring, but then again.. he and y/n are very different.

for one, you'd never catch him hiding his face behind his hands.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,'

y/n sucked up their nerves and took one final peak at bakugou from behind their hands, silently awing at the way the ends of his lips quirked up into a ghost of a smirk, a smile even.

quietly removing their hands from their face, y/n maintained eye contact to the best of their ability. even with the growing temperature change running up their neck.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.'

bakugou simply watched y/n's reactions to his gaze, posing as indifferent as he soaked up their attention for the short while. fuck.. why did they have to sit so far away from him??

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴<3'

y/n recalled accidentally writing out the last lyrics from before, internally burning at the fact they immediately thought of 𝗵𝗶𝗺 once they read the miswritten lyrics.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!'

bakugou saw how y/n quickly glanced at their notebook with thoughtful eyes, before looking back at him and seemingly melting in their seat.. oh how he wished he knew what they were thinking..

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

y/n closed their eyes, trying with every fiber in their body to relax their racing heartbeat and thoughts. only to open them and need to start the process all over again as they realize bakugou has yet to look away from them

'𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

a sudden clap at the front of the classroom broke the two out of their trance. y/n slid off their headphones, letting them rest along their shoulders. all attention went to the front of the class where Aizawa stood, as soon as all eyes were on him he began what he had to say,

"the test has been postponed, something came up all of a sudden as principal nezu.."

y/n straight up put their headphones back on, not even bothering to listen to the rest. they stared down at their nearly completed notes, guess they'll just have to finish them when the test is a week away again.. casting a glance at the poorly erased lyrics from before, y/n felt their heart hammer in their chest once more.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

bakugou silently rolled his eyes with a 'tch', not even bothering to listen to the explanation. he lazily gazed at nothing in particular, yet he couldn't help in the sudden shift of his attention.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

y/n was irked at the fact they could no longer listen to their favorite song without thinking about that hothead and the staring contest they shared just now. although, that's probably half their fault.. sighing, y/n dug into their pocket and pulled out their phone.

'𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)

bakugou grumbled as he removed the single earbud he wore in his left ear, feeling around in his pocket as he pulled out the case and his phone

'𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~...)'

both students simultaneously turned on their phones. both proceeded to check their notifications, clicking on something before turning off their respective devices and kept their attention in front of them.

although the two different students sat on different sides of the classroom, they still thought about each other without the other's knowledge. they both found themselves glancing at the other, and both had unknowingly felt the other's gaze.

both students were listening to music, somehow having the same song playing in their ears. they'd never tell a soul about how the song they were listening to was from a playlist they individually created.

y/n's was 'thinking about him<3'

bakugou's was 'only them'

hm..

maybe the two aren't so different after all..

[nifolution]

Baby Blues 7

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, infertility, heartbreak, cheating, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, harassment, pregnancy, argument, therapy, making up

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 7

The next morning, Y/N decided to head into work. Needing the distraction to take her mind off the giant flaming mess swirling around her. She had no idea how to navigate through it, only that she needed to. But for now, it was easier to focus on her job. She looked forward to trying out the new weapon she was finishing. That was the best part, being the first to use the latest device. It would also give her an opportunity to let out some aggression. Screaming into her pillow only did so much.

“H-hey.”

Y/N looked up, surprised to see Bucky standing near her workstation, bag of takeout in his hand. “Hi.”

“I brought lunch. I was hoping we could eat together.” Bucky figured if they were going to take it slow, he'd start at the beginning. This was familiar, safe. His face lit up when she nodded. He leaned in to kiss her, but quickly pulled back when she tensed up. It was too soon. He hated having to restrain, but knew he couldn't push. As much as he wanted his wife and everything to be normal again, he had to remember not to rush it. He needed to earn her back.

She hoped he didn't notice her frown as he sat next to her. There was still a lingering resentment that he didn't deserve polluting the moment. A hatred and hurt her heart clung to that needed to be ripped out by the roots. Bucky wasn't to blame, he didn't know he was doing anything wrong. Still, Y/N held onto such anger. And with Tanya gone, she had no one to direct it at but him. As the couple ate, the feelings sat unresolved and terribly heavy between them.

There was a part of Bucky that couldn't help wondering if she was real. Was this really Y/N? He wanted to reach for her, but was afraid she’d deny him. Afraid to touch her, afraid not to. What was the right answer? “I um, I'm still suspended, so I have all my time to devote to you. If you don't have plans, I could get us a reservation at Pasquale's tonight.”

Y/N's eyes grew wide, “No, not Pasquale's, you erm, just no, okay? I can’t go there anymore.”

“Oh... right.” Message received, he ruined her favorite restaurant for her. Clearly more happy memories destroyed, but which ones? What dates were with Y/N, which with the witch? He doesn't know. His mind can't tell the difference. Bucky hummed, his mind racing. “Um, there's a new taco place in town. Tacos are good, right?”

She smiled, “Yes, tacos are good.” Y/N stood and picked up the weapon. “So, you want to help me test this puppy?”

“That depends, am I firing it or being used as target practice?”

“Guess you're going to have to find out.” Y/N smirked as they walked to the testing area. She felt herself falter and shook it off. She had to cross that ocean, bridge the distance between them. If she had months ago, maybe she could have stopped it from happening... She had a lot to make up for. Y/N took Bucky’s left hand in hers. Relaxing as the cool from the metal seeped into her skin. It was a step.

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The date wasn’t going so well. They burned through idle chit chat faster than expected and deeper conversation was not something they were ready for, a weight hanging over their heads ready to crush them. Bucky held out his right hand, wordlessly pleading with her to take it. Thankfully, she did, but the silence continued, both fighting off tears. The words unsaid too overwhelming, too painful.

Bucky could feel Y/N pulling away, even though his hand still held hers. “Hey, hey, focus on me, be here with me.”

She tapped her chest “I want this to stop hurting.” Y/N sniffed, a few stray tears escaping.

“Me too, Honey.” He gripped her hand tighter, knowing they’d have to cut the date short. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky brushed her tears away with his vibranium fingers. Looking into her eyes he didn't find the love he usually did, only sadness and pain. He did this to her. “Please love me again,” he begged.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating. A demon inside her throat trying to claw its way out. She wanted to say it back, say something, but didn't know how to articulate what she was going through. In a panic, she got up and hurried out of the restaurant.

Bucky could see something in her eyes break before she ran off. His blood froze. He threw money on the table and caught up to her. “Y/N, wait, please don't leave. Just, just wait.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. "I'm sorry… I know you must hate me. I hate that this happened to us. That I did this… I hurt you."

Y/N looked at his tear stained face. No more walking away, not again. She couldn't do that to him again. “I hurt you too.” When he wrapped his arms around her, she returned his embrace, closed her eyes and breathed in. He smelled like him, smelled like home. She buried her face in his chest, leaving kisses above his heart, whispering apologies.

He held her tight, like his strength could stop their broken relationship from falling apart, stop her from leaving him. Bucky kissed the top of her head, a bittersweet vow, “We're going to be okay.” Y/N placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. A promise to meet him on the other side of this tragedy. Refusing to drown in the guilt and grief that they lose sight of each other.

After a minute the awful memories flashed behind Y/N’s eyes, ruining the comfort. She gently pushed him away. She couldn’t ban the images from her mind, a part of her still hated Bucky for the pain. It felt like there was a barricade blocking her heart from him, protecting it from further damage. All her walls were up and she hated it, she knew it wasn't his fault. This wasn't on him and it wasn't on her. This was something terrible done to them both and the only way through it was together. They agreed to go to therapy, it was too much to handle alone.

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The first month was hell. Once a week Bucky and Y/N begrudgingly sat down with their therapist. Found ways to put the shattered pieces back together, let the bad feelings and memories go. They focused on learning to communicate, even when it was painful or uncomfortable. Tackled the fear of it happening again, because the bitch was still out there somewhere. Grieve what they lost and start anew. And most importantly, forgive each other and themselves. Small steps equaling giant strides in healing.

There were unavoidable setbacks, negative thoughts and insecurities reared their ugly heads. At times one or both of them would get upset, but they were encouraged to be patient and talk through it. Healing wasn't linear. But if the relationship was worth saving, and it was, then they had to put in the work to rebuild the trust and companionship. As long as the love and commitment remained, there was hope.

Their therapist gave them a jar of 40 folded slips of paper. Each contained a different couple's exercise, some normal, some crazy, some sexy. They were instructed to blindly pick one twice a week, or as often as they felt comfortable. The red ones were more risqué, but if they picked one they weren't ready to try, they could put it back, or throw it away. Bucky and Y/N found the activities ridiculous at first, but it soon became a fun experience for them to share. Mutual massage, feed one another, body paints, switch phones for a day, park and make out like teens, make a mixtape for each other, take a bath together, surprise underwear (open to interpretation), cuddle under the stars, take a long walk... They planned to revisit the ones they were not yet ready for.

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The second month of therapy went better. A new grounding technique helped them to slow down and reconnect. Once a day, and when either got stressed or overwhelmed, they put their foreheads together, held somewhere on the other's body and took 10 deep synchronized breaths. It created an intimate space for the two of them to take their minds off everything else and focus on each other. Y/N and Bucky both looked forward to those moments of calm closeness.

Bucky took the chance and began kissing his wife after those moments. A small peck the first few times, eventually progressing longer and deeper. Kissing him was both easy and difficult for Y/N. She never started it, something was still holding her back, but she had faith she’d get there.

At the next session, their therapist gave Y/N blue post-its and Bucky yellow ones to write each other appreciation notes. They would stick them on each other or leave them around for the other to find. The notes started innocent, but over the weeks became flirty, then naughty, and sometimes included doodles.

Y/N and Bucky were having lunch in the lab again. Sam was there making an adjustment on his wings. He walked by the couple, opening the mini fridge in the corner to get a snack. After a beat he yelled, “Why is there pornography on my yogurt?” He held up a yellow post-it and glared at them.

Bucky turned to Y/N, his face red, “I thought that was yours.”

Y/N could barely control her laughter, her cheeks hurt from smiling so big. And when Bucky smiled back at her, a real eyes squinted, nose scrunched smile, it felt like falling in love all over again.

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In the third month, Bucky asked her to go bed shopping with him. He couldn't sleep in the other one after learning what he’d done, he didn't expect Y/N to. They picked out a whole new set, including pillows and bedding. It was a band-aid, but both felt better after. Torching the old bed helped as well, a flaming act of catharsis.

The new items were delivered two days later. Y/N stubbornly insisted on helping him bring everything in. As they carried the mattress into the bedroom, she stopped and stared at the many holes Bucky had punched in the wall.

He lowered his eyes, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile. “It's okay, we’ll fix it later.”

When all the pieces were inside, they got to work rebuilding their bed. Bucky got nervous once the project was finished. “Will you stay the night? I just… I need you here with me.”

Her answer was just as timid, “Okay.”

The hours ticked by, quietly staring at one another as the moonlight drew shadows across the room. Gentle touches, reminded each other they were there, neither wanted to be the first to fall asleep. Bucky brought her hand to his chest, stroking her fingers. He needed to know something, so he broke the silence. “I'd do anything for you, you know that right?”

Y/N met her husband’s eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“Tell me you still love me.”

Her breath hitched. She hated the broken expression he wore, the feel of his right hand slightly trembling, he was scared... She couldn't let this continue. The walls had to be torn down, she had to let him back in. Y/N sat up and leaned over him. “Of course I still love you, Buck.” She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him with everything she had.

Bucky returned her kiss with equal fervor, crying in relief. “I love you so much.” He cradled her face and pulled her down for another kiss. “I'm yours, Y/N. I'm always going to be yours.”

“I'm yours too, Bucky, forever. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.” The look of adoration he gave let her know it was exactly what he needed to hear. Y/N laid her head on his chest, holding him tight. As she drifted off to the lullaby of his heartbeat, wrapped in his arms, she knew they would be ok. They never wanted to be anywhere else but right here, together. Safe, warm, and loved. It was home.

When the sun peeked into their room, Bucky still asleep beside her, Y/N put her wedding rings back on. She was never going to take them off again.

Chapter 8

[tr0p1cal]

freckles

Summary: waking up to their s/o charting their freckles like constellations

Pairing: Wilber x gn!reader, Sapnap x gn!reader, Dream x gn!reader

Warnings: not proof read, but other than that it’s basically just a load of fluff-

A/N: had this idea for a while and decided to do it :D hope you enjoy :P this can also be cc! or c!, so you can just imagine it however you’d like :) also pls ignore the weird writing style change in the dream part- I wrote it a month later after some bad writers block lololol XD enjoy!

A/N no. 2: feedback is very very welcomed and wanted as I’m new to writing stuff like this! Seeing what people think is normally very motivating and would be much appreciated if you could spare a moment to let me know your thoughts! If that’s not possible at the time, that’s always perfectly okay, but it would be most helpful to know :) <3 Thank you much ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Wilber

Okay, Wilber would absolutely LOVE your freckles

Like 100% simps for them every moment he gets

Loved them before you even started dating

He’d probably randomly come up to you, grab your face, and admire them

Doesn’t matter if you have a bunch or just a few.

Everyone would make fun of him for it too, like it would most definitely be a known fact

There’d be an ongoing joke that he only liked you for your freckles

You’d totally play into it too-

Before you and Will got together, everyone would always play flirt with you to annoy Will because EVERYONE know he had a fat crush on you

Besides you of course- you were so oblivious you didn’t even get it when he asked you out </3 rip Wilber

But even then he loved your freckles and always made sure you knew that <3

You stirred in your sleep, slowly beginning to wake up. As you took in a breath of air, letting it out with a sigh, you gently went to rub your eyes, only to realize there was something in the way. You opened you’re eyes, met face to face with your beautiful boyfriend. “Well good morning lovely,” you said with a growing smile, voice still rough from your grogginess.

“Good morning to you as well, my love.” He smiled back enthusiastically.

“What are you up to?”

“Well I was just occupying my time with admiring you’re amazing freckles,” he said with a cheeky grin

You sighed knowingly. “Were you ‘marking out constellations’ again?”

He faintly chuckled, debating with himself whether to admit it or not. “Yeah, maybe I was.” He shrugged. “What about it, huh? What’re you gonna do about it?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just messing around. “God, you are so annoying sometimes.”

“Maybe, but you still choose to deal with me on a daily basis,” he said with a grin, poking you gently on the nose.

“I hate you,” you joked dryly.

“I love you too my dear.” He smiled, pulling you in to cuddle.

Sapnap

Sap really didn’t think your freckles would be something he’d come to love so much-

When you first met, he didn’t even notice them

To me, Sap gives off MAJOR himbo vibes-

Idk how that connects here- I just needed to say it...

Anyway-

You were actually just really good friends for a long time, slowly developing feeling for one another

It took forever for you to get together because neither one of you wanted to “ruin the friendship”🙄

George “accidentally” he claims it was actually an accident, but no one believes him outed you feelings for one another on steam

After that you talked it over and bam! The literal power couple of the century🙌

It didn’t take sap long to realize his love for your freckles and never fails to voice his adoration

He’s just a big puppy frfr

You felt gentle hands brushing over your skin as you slowly began waking up for the day, a smile spreading across your face at the sensation.

“Oh I’m sorry bubs, did I wake you?” Your boyfriends gentle voice rang through your ears, causing you to smile bigger and flutter your eyes open to get a look at him.

“Nah, I needed to get up anyway, so don’t worry about it,” you said with a groggy voice, yawning and stretching a little.

Sap pulled you close, snuggling into your chest. “No, I don’t want you to leave yet,” he whined playfully.

You laughed at his antics and ran your fingers through his hair. “Okay okay, I’ll stay a bit longer. You’ve convinced me.”

You laid there for a few minutes just basking in each other’s presence.

“Oh hey, what we’re you doing when I woke up? I just felt you touching my face.”

Sap looked at you and grinned. “Oh! I was charting your freckles!”

You starred at him for a moment. Charting? Like how you chart constellations?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, exactly.” 

Dream

Freckles. You’re a sucker for them and always have been.

Dream and you accidentally started dating after pretending to be together-

You’d always loved his freckles, but never verbally admitted it

Sap and George new you both had a thing for each other before either of you even realized

They’re the ones that got you to fake date for a bit lololol

You’re honestly just a big simp and so is he

Since you got together though, you’ve made it quite clear just how much you like his freckles

You’re constantly commenting about them or simply just poke them

He’d absolutely love that you’re a big dump for him

I mean- mans do have a bit of an ego to him, so you showering him with compliments and shit would be perfect to him

He’d also like his hair being played with frfr

You woke up to your partner soundly sleeping, cuddled close in a loving embrace. The sight brought a smile to your face as you watched dream sleep. Instinctively, your hand moved to play in his hair.

As you quietly laid there, enthralled by the beauty of the boy you had the pleasure of calling yours, you couldn’t help the lingering stare on his lovely freckles. See, you found them so captivatingly beautiful, you couldn’t help but love them.

You gently reached out towards his face, softly drawing imaginary lines connecting his oh so enchanting freckles to on another. This was an act you did constantly. Though sadly you were interrupted by the eyes of your lover slowly fluttering open.

“Mmm good morning my love. What’re you doing?” His voice was groggy and low due to him just waking, causing you to shudder slightly at the angelic sound.

“Good morning to you as well honeydew,” you said with a bright, energetic smile. “I was just admiring your captivating beauty. As one should always do,” you grinned.

He laughed and shook his head a little. “You’re too much. It’s far too early in the morning for you to start with all the compliments.”

“Dream, my dear, it’s never to early to tell the truth.”

[teeninpanic]

Five Brothers (5)

requested from @profoundtyrantharmony

tagged: @chessmattandvodka @heavenly1927

@angel-todd-dimitrescu I loved your idea but I didn’t want to add even more characters, but I did my best to still mention them and have a thing or two of them. ❤️

summary: Ragnar, Aslaug, Floki, Lagertha and the Ragnarsons got teleported into the 21th century

excuse me if you find grammar or spelling errors. hope you enjoy. <3

As before, when you finally woke up the others were already up. You walked out from your bedroom, and around the stairs your eyes met with Björn’s. You wore shorts,because it was very warm out,and even inside. His eyes were constantly at your tights. “good morning” you mumbled with your still sleepy voice. “good morning to you as well” you heard him say. “You look beautiful!” that was new. But your turned around and thanked the compliment anyways. Then you met with Sigurd. He seemed sleepy as well or if he wasn’t sleepy, he was lost in the mind, wondering somewhere. “good morning” you mumbled again but Sigurd didn’t answer.

“Y/n!” Hvitserk raised his voice almost screaming your name and covering his eyes. “oh” he took his hands down from his eyes. “I thought you were naked” You both laughed it out. “ I mean I wouldn’t…” he didn’t finish his sentence.

“good morning to you too” you smiled back to him.

Hvitserk is a precious sweat heart. You always look at him like he is an innocent puppy because well… that’s how he,looks like to you ,although in this world, nobody is really innocent. But still, you keep having these thoughts around Hvitserk, to go up to him, and cup his cheeks, and then give him a nice hug. He would 100% deserve it and you think that he would appreciate it as well.

Since the vikings teleported to your backyard, your house no longer knows the meaning of silence. There is always somebody yelling or moving around now. This is must be the same feeling couples get after starting their family.

You passed next to your kitchen but you take a few steps back to rewatch what you just saw one second ago. Aslaug and Ubbe. They are at the kitchen, making breakfast. You smile at the view. A warmness spreads out in your heart. It’s nice to see them like that. Then you go see the rest of the vikings and there they at, at the living room, in front of the tv.

“What a nice boat” Floki sights and you can tell that he misses building his boats.

Then you look at the tv and you laugh out. It is so chaotic that the vikings in your living room, are all watching Pirates Of The Carabbean.

“what is so funny?” Ragnar asks

“ah nothing” you toke deep breaths.

You used to be obsessed with that movie. That’s where your crushing on Johnny Depp started because who doesn’t love Jack Sparrow? You decided to watch it with them, while you don’t have to get ready for work. You sat down next to Ivar and admired what you achieved. They were all in new clothes, they were clean and they didn’t look like, few days ago they just teleported into your backyard. As you all watched the movie you have noticed that Ivar next to you is giving nice looks to your legs as well. You felt a new kind of warmness open up in your heart but you didn’t know why did all of that just happen. 

As an add came up the living room grew lonely and silent. Lagertha went to the bathroom, Ragnar and Floki just disappeared.

“You are very revealed today.” you heard Ivar talk. “ go and put some clothes on” you understood that in their time walking in shorts weren’t a thing but you also did told them that it is absolute normal in nowadays. You didn’t answer anything. You were shocked he said something like this. He looked at you then with a smirk. “My brothers won’t be able to control themselves and well…” he signed “they get whatever they want” he scoffed.

“What does you don’t get?” you asked but after saying the question out, you regret it. Asking something like this from a cripple is foolish. You almost said “sorry” but you thought that would make the conversation even more stiff.

“Ability to walk” he shrugged then looked at you again. “I could do so much more things if I could just walk! they would notice me and actually accept me as a Ragnarson.” by his words you almost felt the sword that has been in his heart since he came to the world. You could never imagine what did he went through “If I could walk, It wouldn’t be a question, I would be the best son!” he is looking forward, imagining his life like that. “I would go and sail away, discover just for fun like the other vikings! I would have all the woman because for sure they would be all over me” you laugh and he scoffs then he turns to you slowly. “maybe then I would be treated like a human being”.

“The people who have hurted you must be out of their minds. You are a smart,great and kind person.” you answer, trying to pour life in him. That little smirk haven’t leave from his face.

“to you.”

“to everyone.” he was surprised you would ‘protect’ him like that. “They are must be just jealous.” You turned your face to the tv again because you couldn’t look into his eyes anymore. They were too beautiful. You almost felt like as a simple human, you are not worthy to look into those blue eyes.

“Like Ubbe, now because I’m chatting with you” You turned around to look at Ubbe and he was staring at the two of you from the kitchen. As you met his eyes, he just looked down pretending that he didn’t just stare down you and Ivar.

“Do you think he’s jealous?” your specialty were from now on is asking stupid questions.

“ He is all over you. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I thought you were smarter.” He kept looking at you

“I have noticed that he has an interest in me”

“Do you ? have?” he asked it quickly. Like it was the most important thing in the world. His eyes were wondering all over you.

“No. I don’t. He’s sweet and it’s nice to talk to him but, just like it’s nice talking to everybody else.” now you shrugged.

“What about Bjorn? Or Hvitserk? Or Sigurd? Oh Sigurd is your type isn’t he?” he joked around and you punched a little into his shoulder which made him laugh.

“No. I don’t have interest in them.” Relief stretched out in your body when he didn’t ask if you have interest in him.

He keeps making you feel things. You keep caring about him and getting lost in his eyes. He has such a precious smile and laugh you wish he would be happy all the time. The good thing is, he seems to be, next to you. And well you haven’t forgot the time when he started dressing up in front of you. He took his shirt off so many times giving your eyes the hint of heaven;or should you say Valhalla?

Time flew by, and you had to get ready to work again. and by seconds you were already gone leaving them alone in your house again. This time you didn’t worry as much as yesterday about them being alone… in your house…

After talking with Ivar about how he wishes that he would just born as his brother’s and would not suffer with his disability, you got to thinking and then remembered an old friend of yours could help with the situation.

You had a great surprise present plan. Now, you only had to make it come true.

to be continued…

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[katyasrussianaccent]

symptom of your touch (natasha romanoff x reader)

Author's note: This is my first natasha smut fic, been writing it in my head for so long. Hopefully you enjoy this piece of self-indulgent smut!

Summary: You're Tony's personal assistant with a crush on Black Widow. Could it be possible that she might feel the same?

Warnings: Bathroom sex, bottom! Nat.

The first time you met Natasha was in the meeting room at Stark tower. You’d been working as Tony’s personal assistant for about two months now; a job that was both unexpected but incredibly appreciated - the daily bills through your letterbox were getting more and more threatening, red words in large letters demanding money you didn’t have.

You were a friend of Sam’s; you used to jog together before you were replaced by Captain America. You didn’t mind, not really, because well, it was Captain America. You couldn’t compete with that ass. And while you didn’t jog as much, Sam always made sure you were okay.

Like most people; you were a fan of the Avengers. If you had to pick a favourite, it would have been Black Widow. Maybe it was because she was the only woman, but there was something about her that you just really liked. And it wasn’t just because she’s really fucking hot and you’re really gay.

You had walked into the meeting room; your hands full with various drinks. For superheroes, the Avengers were really particular about their drink orders; for instance Thor gets really annoyed if they forget the whipped cream on his hot chocolate. You walked round the room, handing each drink out and trying to not look so obvious as you eavesdropped. You handed Clint his drink and turned towards Natasha. You assumed she had been away on a mission, because she hadn’t been around until now. You swallowed a little; the object of your affections was literally sitting right in front of you.

“Agent Romanoff,” you said, holding out her drink; a matcha green tea latte. She looked at you for a second, a thoughtful look on her face as she cocked her head towards Tony.

“What happened to…..?” Natasha trailed off, looking at Tony expectantly.

“Shannon. Pregnant,” Tony answered, putting his hands out over his abdomen to mimic a pregnant stomach. “She was two seconds away from turning the floor into a slip and slide.”

Natasha scrunched her nose up before looking back at you. She took the drink from your hand, a small smile on her face before she turned back to the team. And it was in that brief moment, that you knew that she was going to be a big problem for you.

It’s a while before you see Natasha again; not that you were keeping check. You’re in the meeting room cleaning up; humming a song as you pick up pieces of paper. The door opens and you look behind to see Natasha standing in the doorway.

“Oh. Good afternoon Agent Romanoff,” you say, smiling. She was in her civilian clothes; a simple tank top and dark jeans. The jeans are practically molded to her shape, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not stare at her ass as she passes behind you. You aren’t sure how someone could make such a simple outfit look so amazing. “Did you need something?”

“Clint, he forgot his phone,” she replies, walking behind you and grabbing the cell phone that lay on the table. “I swear he would forget his head if it wasn’t attached.”

“Good thing he has you to keep him in check.”

She smiles politely in reply but doesn’t respond as she walks towards the door. Your mouth opens slightly to say something, anything, to make her stay just a little bit longer. You fail to do so in time, and you sigh as the door closes and the room is empty again. You aren’t sure what makes Natasha so fascinating, you’ve spoken to her literally twice, but there’s just something about her that makes her so enigmatic. Though you suppose it’s literally her job to be like that, and you briefly think of the people that have fallen under her spell.

It’s strange, how although she’s incredibly dangerous, she feels just like a normal person, a person that could kill you in one move, but a normal person nonetheless.

You’re chopping tomatoes in the kitchen, your mind starting to zone out as you watch the knife slice through with ease. It’s been a long day; while working for Tony has been a lifeline that you desperately needed, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so tired. The fridge door beside you closes, and you startle at the sudden noise, the knife moves from the tomato to your finger, the pain sharp as blood begins to pool in the cut.

“Fuck,” you say, hissing as you press you other hand against the cut, moving to the sink to run it under water.

“I am so sorry,” a voice says behind you, and you turn your head to see Natasha at your side. “Are you okay?”

You sigh a little, “I’m fine, but the tomatoes are ruined.”

Natasha moves nearer to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from her body and any previous pain you felt has suddenly disappeared at the mere proximity of her. “It’s okay, Stark can afford a few tomatoes.”

You giggle before reaching over to get a paper towel, but Natasha beats you to it, pressing the towel onto your wound wordlessly.

“Baby,” she mutters as you wince and you look at her, mouth agape in shock. She ignores you, and you take this opportunity to look at her as she tends to the small cut on your finger. She must have been somewhere hot on her last mission; from this close you can see the slight colour on her nose and cheekbones where she’s caught the sun. As she moves out of your personal space, the scent of her invades your nostrils and you’re surprised that she smells so delicate and floral.

“I think you’ll live” she says, jutting her chin out to point to the small band aid on your finger.

“Have you ever thought about being a doctor?”

“Why? My bedside manner not appealing to you?” she asks, and you look down to hide the blush on your face as you think briefly about what Natasha’s bedside manner could entail.

“Uh, not at all, it’s very appealing. I mean, not very appealing -”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she says as she leaves the kitchen, leaving you with a bandaid on your finger and a warmth between your thighs.

--

The first thing you notice about the party is how loud it is. It’s Tony’s birthday, so Stark tower has been transformed into a full on party tower. The room is crammed with people, and you take a moment to look around to see if you can find someone you know to attach yourself to. It wasn’t that you disliked parties, you just weren’t the type to spark a conversation with strangers. You can see Thor in the middle of the room, holding a keg as Steve is on the floor chugging from it. Guess even Captain America needs to let loose sometimes.

You bite your lip as you scan the people near you, your eyes zeroing in Natasha. You take the opportunity to watch her briefly from a distance. She looks amazing, a simple black dress that has a slit to the upper thigh that shows a delicious amount of leg when she moves. You haven’t spoken since she called you cute, and the more you thought about it, the more confused you were. While cute was a compliment, you weren’t sure if she meant it in a puppy kind of way. Sexy wasn’t the first thing you thought about yourself, but you kind of wish that she had picked a better word. Maybe you were just imagining tension that wasn’t there because you hoped it was there.

You exhale any nervousness and plaster a smile on your face as you walk towards her. She raises an eyebrow in greeting and you wave at her, immediately regretting it.

“Hi,” you greet and she smiles a little.

“You look nice,” she says, her eyes roaming over your body. Okay, maybe you weren’t imagining things.

You blush, your face feeling warm as you mutter a quiet thanks. “It has pockets,” you respond lamely, putting your hands in them and pulling the dress out, like she needs to be shown what pockets were.

“Drink?” Natasha asks, cocking her head towards the bar. You shake your head. “You don’t drink?”

“I do, just not here. I don’t want to make an idiot of myself in front of my boss,” you answer. You don’t have a problem with alcohol per se, you just never know when to call it quits. And while drunk you is fun, you really want to make a good impression.

Natasha nods in understanding but walks off towards the bar anyway, and you stand there for a second confused before following.

“Two virgin daiquiris,” you hear her say as you get to her. You can see the bartender pull a face at the request, but it quickly disappears when he sees who’s ordering.

“Coming up,” he mumbles, his eyes glued to anywhere but Natasha as he moves with haste.

“I think you scared him,” you comment and Natasha smiles a little, a smug smile that shouldn’t be so sexy, but it really is.

“I get that a lot,” she replies and you hum in acknowledgement. “Do I scare you?”

The question takes you aback and you ponder a moment before answering. “Do you want me to be scared of you?”

“Answer the question,” she says, a little firm in her tone.

“No. No you don’t scare me.”

She purses her lips. “I think you might be one of the only ones not scared of me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask and she closes her eyes for a second, sighing.

“Fear is a very powerful thing. I like the way it feels,” she says, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look so vulnerable.

“There are other powerful emotions other than fear,” you reply. You aren’t sure how to respond to her, serious conversation was not your strong suit.

“Like?”

“Lust. Love. Anger.”

There’s a beat of silence between you as you look at each other, your eyes reading over her unreadable face, nothing on her features to give away what she's thinking.

“So you aren’t scared of me. What emotion do you feel?” Natasha asks, causing you to splutter as you take a sip of you drink and you’re suddenly wishing your drink had alcohol in it.

“Out of the three I just gave?” you ask and she nods. “Uh well, I hadn’t um really thought about it.”

It’s stupid of you, to lie to a literal spy and you know for a fact she know’s you’re lying.

“That’s not true,” she replies and you take a sideways glance at her. “You think I haven’t noticed you looking at me?”

Your heartbeat quickens and you start to stammer an apology. “I - “

“I know, because I’ve been looking at you too.”

“Wait what?” you ask incredulously. “Are you sure there’s no booze in this drink?”

Natasha laughs and you smile at the sight of her. “Very sure. You’re very cute, did you know that?”

“I did not, but now I do. I’ll be honest, this doesn’t happen to me a lot, so I’m not really sure what to say or do.”

She slides closer to you, a smirk on her face as she leans close, her breath warm on your cheek. “Well there’s a bathroom over there.”

It takes a minute for you to register what she means, and you can see her wait patiently as you look at the bathroom door across the room and then back at her. The blood is rushing in your ears as you grab her hand and pull her across the room, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

The bathroom is luckily empty when you both enter, and your hands don’t leave hers as you push her into the stall furthest away from the door. You open your mouth to speak but it’s interrupted as she surges forward, her lips on yours. She tastes like strawberries with a slight hint of booze, and you wonder how many drinks she’s had before you arrived. You find yourself not really caring as her hands move to your neck, yours follow down to her hips, your fingertips ghosting her back.

You’ve kissed before, but this is different, like fireworks and gunpowder in a small room; every nerve in your body alight with hot, searing fire. You switch her round so her back is against the door, your hands roaming ever inch of her body, tight muscle beneath your fingertips. Part of you wants to take your time, explore every part of her, but the greedy part of your brain wins out and it’s not long before you’ve got one hand moving in between her thighs.

Your mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking at the hollow of her collarbone, a small moan falling from her lips and you want to hear that sound again and again. She opens her legs and you cup her above her panties before going underneath them, your fingers moving past soft curls and into the warm, wetness of her pussy.

You curl your fingers up, and she gasps, her breath hot and fast against your skin. You move them inside her, pumping in and out slowly as her hand grips at your hip. It feels powerful; to have the great Black Widow fucking herself on your fingers in an act of desperation.

“Please,” she whispers as you continue to slowly move.

“Please what?” you ask, stopping completely causing a small whine to escape her lips.

“Please fuck me,” Natasha replies, rolling her hips against your fingers.

“Okay,” you say simply. You press a kiss to her cheek before sinking to your knees. A brief thought about gross bathroom floors crosses your mind, but you push it away as her hand strokes your hair. She takes the hint and pulls her dress up around her hips. Your hands move up her thighs, nudging them apart so you can pull down the lacy underwear she wears; shoving them into your bag. Pressing kisses up her thigh, her breath hitches as your mouth ghosts against her clit. She sighs as your tongue swipes at her once before moving in to circle at her clit with your tongue.

She moans, a low, quiet moan that ends quickly as you both hear the bathroom door open, the chatter of two women filling the once silent room. You look up at her, raising an eyebrow in question. Natasha looks down at you, a slight flush on her cheeks as she nods. You place a finger to your lips, before moving back between her thighs. She tastes sweet, sweeter than you imagined, but there’s something there, a slight tang that makes your tongue tingle. Of course she would taste fucking perfect; everything about her is perfect, and you can’t stop yourself from tasting her more and more, drinking her in.

Your fingers join your mouth and she’s warm as she clenches with every movement inside her. She’s jutting her hips against your mouth, and you can feel your wrist start to cramp as you fuck her roughly, but you know she’s close, the grip in your hair getting harder. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, your knees are starting to hurt, but you want to make her come undone, to fall apart.

You hook her leg over your shoulder to get deeper, never stopping the pace as you fuck her. Her body begins to shudder, and you look up to see her shove a fist in her mouth at the exact moment the toilet next to you flushes. A moan escapes her but neither of you seem to care as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Her chest has a sheen of sweat, and you want to run your tongue over it, taste the salt of her skin. But that’s for another time.

Natasha looks down at you as she tries to catch her breath, and you get to your feet ungracefully, wincing as your knees twinge. There’s uncertainty in your stomach as you look at her. What does this mean, does it mean anything to her? You had just made her cum in a bathroom stall, but maybe that was normal. It wasn’t to you, but normality was subjective.

“This party’s kind of boring, do you want to get something to eat?” Natasha asks, breaking you from your inner turmoil. You blink at her as your brain registers what she’s saying. The once uncertain voice in your head is screaming at you to say yes.

“Sure,” you reply simply.

“Cool,” she says, nodding, her face still slightly flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she felt a little awkward.

“I’m not getting those panties back am I?” she asks as you walk towards the bathroom door and head back into the party.

“Nope,” you say, patting your bag for good measure. “Besides, you might not need them.”

--

[sofreddie]

My Favorite (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N and her hunting partner, Gemma, decide a visit to their friends, the Winchesters, is in order. Everyone pines for everyone and they're all idiots.

Characters: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam x OC!Gemma

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Pining, Drinking, Almost Smut, Crack

WC: 2,453

A/N: Another one that's been sitting in my WIPs for a long time. Gonna have about 5 parts, maybe more if inspiration flows. Sort of dives right into the story and characters and takes off from there. Feedback is appreciated. : )

"Imagine saving your asses once again," Gemma tittered, striding into the Bunker and marching ahead. The place was slowly becoming a second home now.

Sam and Dean followed behind her with Y/N, all of them slowly dispersing around the war room.

"Saved our asses is a bit of an exaggeration," Dean countered, dropping his duffel on the war room table, "We just all happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"Yeah," Y/N agreed with a shrug, "I mean, it's not like Gemma and I came in there to see you two on your asses about to be monster chow or anything," she added.

"And we definitely didn't charge on in there like a badass set of bitches and cut them, bastards, down," Gemma grinned smugly, turning to the direction of the kitchen. "I'll help myself to a beer."

"Grab me one," Y/N said as she gently tugged off her jacket, examining a gash on her upper arm with a wince. She dug in her bag, retrieving her medical kit, and began to prepare to treat the wound.

"I'll grab us some beers too…" Sam mumbled, quickly following in the direction Gemma had left.

"Oh, how kind of you," Dean remarked, narrowing his eyes at Sam with a knowing look. Sam fired a bitchface back in response which made Dean grin before turning back to Y/N. "You…need a hand?" he offered as she worked on bandaging her wound.

"Sure," she relented, already struggling because of the angle. "I wonder if those two are gonna ever stop dancing around one another," she huffed a laugh, "Oblivious idiots."

Dean chuckled, moving to Y/N's side as he picked up a bandage and began to wrap it around the large wound. "Sam's…not great at taking hints," he laughed again, "And Gemma's…wrapped up in that self-deprecating little bubble of hers…."

His hand grazed along Y/N's arm as he worked on her; he hoped the goose pimples that raised on his arm weren't noticeable. The irony of his comments didn't escape him.

"It's funny," Y/N laughed, looking over her bandage and flashing Dean a thankful smile. "They both want the same thing - a hint of a normal life with someone special - but it's like they can't see what's right in front of them," she sighed, "Maybe we should come up with some masterful plan to get them together," she teased.

Dean laughed again, returning back to his chair and relaxing back into it, "I dunno," he chuckled, "We're at the stage where he can't help but follow her like a lost puppy. Can't be far off, right?"

Y/N smirked as Sam and Gemma came back into the room, carrying several bottles with them, the two of them smiling and laughing at some inside joke.

"Took you long enough," Y/N smirked at Gemma, accepting the beer as she gave her a knowing look.

"Somebody wouldn't stop going on about what films I like to watch," Gemma scoffed, smirking at Sam and as she sat next to Y/N and opened her beer, "Like I have time for films between hunting and gaming."

"You two could stay here for a little while," Sam offered with a shrug, "Take a little break?"

The Winchesters hadn't seen the girls in months, hunting cross-country keeping all of them busy. He and Gemma would often text between seeing each other. But Sam missed the personal interactions. Dean teased him constantly about his crush for Gemma - which, let's be honest, passed mere desire more than a year ago - and he'd brush it off as Dean imagining things.

If Sam could convince them to stick around a while, maybe it could work. He knew Dean and Y/N were good friends and would have no problem hanging out and occupying one another so he could get time with Gemma.

Gemma tilted her head, pouting in thought before looking at Y/N. She did love this Bunker. Would take any opportunity to spend time in it. It definitely wasn't one of the occupants that made it so great. No… that's stupid, like that would ever happen.

"We have been hitting the hunts hard?" Gemma shrugged nonchalantly.

Y/N looked between Sam and Gemma, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. She knew she'd end up hanging out with Dean, as per usual, while Sam and Gemma danced around each other once more. She loved hanging out with Dean. But that was part of the problem. She loved hanging out with Dean. But Dean was the ever unattainable playboy bachelor. Their time together was always bittersweet.

"I suppose we could use a break," Y/N relented, hoping this time off would do well for her friend.

"Well then," Gemma grinned, broader than she thought she was doing as she joyfully swigged on her beer. "Looks like you're stuck with us for a few days."

Dean smirked, drinking from his beer, too, as his eyes discretely drifted to Y/N. Sometimes Sam's ideas weren't all that crazy. His crush often meant time with Y/N. Maybe binge something on Netflix again? Hit the bar? He loved every minute with her. Perhaps this time, he'll find the courage and…say something?

"Not gonna complain," he sat up and addressed the group, "Always good to have company in this place."

"Great," Sam smiled, "You know, I have Bohemian Rhapsody in my room. You said you've wanted to see that, right?" Sam asked Gemma with a grin.

"Oh!" Gemma sat up, excitement in her voice, "Yes, I've been dying to see that one! Let's all watch it!"

Dean's eyes flashed to Sam before looking back at Gemma, "I'm gonna head into town, get some take out. You wanna come with?" he asked Y/N.

She glanced between the others and nodded at Dean, "Yeah, sure." she quickly agreed, grabbing her coat and following on his heels swiftly.

Sam let out a relieved sigh, turning to Gemma, "We don't need to wait for them," he said, standing from his chair and gesturing for her to follow him.

"Ah, screw them." Gemma chuckled, hopping to her feet and following, "I can't deal with watching them dance around each other all night anyways."

"C'mon," Dean grinned childishly at Y/N from the driver's seat of the Impala, "Just one drink."

He'd parked the car at the local bar, just as expected. Take out wasn't gonna be for a couple more hours.

"It's never just one with you," she teased, smirking as she climbed out of the Impala, "We goin' or what?" she said, leaning back to look at him still sat in the driver's seat.

"Yes," Dean grinned triumphantly, eagerly climbing from the car and trying to subtly control his breathing.

He was gonna do it. Tonight is the night he says something. He ignored the fact that he'd told himself this on the last three occasions he and Y/N went to a bar. It was different this time, though.

"We always have the best nights when it starts like this," Dean smiled, the exterior lights of the bar making his eyes sparkle.

"They are pretty good, "she relented, entering the bar and looking around before heading to claim a barstool.

She made herself swallow down the words about how often he'd left with someone else, leaving her to fend for herself by the night's end. It wasn't always, rarely even, but she hoped she wouldn't be abandoned tonight. As her eyes glanced around the reasonably packed bar, she could already see several women eyeing him hungrily and licking their lips. She sighed, turning back to the bar to order the first round.

"Looks like you get the pick of the litter tonight," she forced a smile, nodding her head to indicate the ravenous sluts in waiting.

"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow, following Y/N's gesture to the hungry line of cougars. He hadn't even noticed them, which was odd. His head quickly turned back to Y/N, and he shrugged. "Not interested. Just me and you tonight."

"If you say so," she shrugged nonchalantly, secretly hoping he held to that promise. She raised her shot, passing him one. "To living another day," she toasted, tossing back her shot with a wince.

Dean toasted with her, and they sank their shots in sync before Dean ordered some more.

"Okay," he chuckled at Y/N's raised eyebrow. "Maybe a few more? We're all on break, right? It's a vacation!"

"I see," she laughed, accepting another round from the bartender, "So this is like that time in Tulsa when I had to practically drag you back to the motel?" she teased.

Dean laughed hard, nodding and shrugging, "Maybe not that far," he tittered.

That night was more important to him than Y/N realized. It was shortly after that that the Djinn incident happened. He ordered more shots; before they'd even drank these, he needed more of that liquid courage.

How do you break it to a long-term best friend that you're in love with them?

Several rounds and one successful pool hustle later, the two of them were hanging on each other, laughing as they exited the bar.

"We're toooooo drunk to d-d-drive," Y/N slurred, pointing to the motel across the way, "Ey, look!"

Dean swung around, clutching onto Y/N's shoulder for balance as he turned too hard and nearly went in a circle.

They giggled and stumbled their way to the motel, where Y/N left Dean leaning against the wall outside the office as she used some of their winnings to secure a double room. They wandered until they found the room, the door crashing loudly against the wall as they giggled and stumbled into the room.

"Always nice to be safe," Y/N sighed, dropping onto one of the beds with a dramatic sigh, "No good," she groaned, sitting up, "Too spinny."

"Haaa," Dean laughed loudly - promptly 'shushing' a table lamp that his swinging arms sent crashing to the floor - "I told you, the spontaneous nights are the best!" He stumbled over to the same bed as Y/N, dropping onto it next to her and falling back. He quickly shot back up, "Definitely too spinny."

"I do have the most fun with you," she agreed. She pulled out her phone and tried to focus long enough to send Gemma a message before she inevitably passed out.

Y/N: I okay drunk gt room Is okay

"Who are you texting?" Dean frowned, almost looking offended as his body swayed back and forth clumsily, "Thought you just said I'm the most fun, huh?"

"I just told Gemma where we are at," she smirked, "Y'know…youuuuu mister," she tried pointing a finger at him. Still, he stubbornly became too many. "Hows come you didn't talk at them ladies?" her face pinched into a frown before she looked back out at the room. "I's shoulda got one of them guys we beat," she nodded to herself, turning back to Dean with a wide grin and wiggling her eyebrows. "Angry sex."

"Nooo!" Dean blurted out loudly and suddenly, shaking his head too much, "No, no, this is me and you tonight. Jus' me and you. I's got this…this big thing I was gonna say…."

"Oooh…tell me!!" She pleaded, turning on the bed to face him fully, "Gossip," she hissed drunkenly.

"S'not gossip," Dean scoffed, smirking as he watched her grow all excited. He gazed into the three pairs of eyes before him, squinting slightly to try and stop them moving so damn fast. "I jus… "he shook his head, trying to put his serious face on and sound really romantic. "I wanted to…to tell yoooou. You know, you've got this…this really big brain-" he emphasized this point by holding his hands out on either side of his head. "A-and I like that. You are my favorite, you badass, you sexy. Mah favorite."

She snorted, standing from the bed and stumbling as she removed her coat, overshirt, and shoes, leaving her in a cami and jeans.

"You's mah favorite, too," she giggled, sitting back down next to him. She sighed, raising a hand and caressing his cheek, "Hows come I never get ta be a notch?"

Dean's glazed-over eyes softened, heat rushing to his cheek that she held. "You're more than a notch. I want you and…just you."

"Kay," she sighed happily, leaning in to crush her lips to his, a little harder than she intended, their noses squished uncomfortably together.

Dean grunted in surprise at the collision, not entirely sure what was happening. When his brain caught up, it moved fast. Dean grabbed Y/N's ass abruptly and squeezed, parting his mouth in the kiss and firmly brushing his tongue across her whiskey-tainted lips.

She moaned obscenely, pressing herself closer to him. She parted from the kiss, their lips still touching as she drunkenly slurred, "I wanna have the sex with you."

Dean felt the strain in his denim, her words sounding like the hottest thing he'd ever heard. He tugged her impossibly closer, devouring her mouth with his tongue while endless moans rumbled from his throat.

"I want to sex you so hard," he breathed across her lips, nipping at them sloppily.

They messily tugged at each other's clothes, some pieces ripping in the process. At one point, Dean fell off the side of the bed as he tried to get his boots off. Y/N giggled before crawling to him and helping. They finally made their way to the bed, completely naked and making out as they laid on their sides.

Abruptly, Dean suddenly turned, leaning off the side of the bed and clumsily reaching out for his jeans. Eventually, he got a hold of them - half hanging off the bed now - and after dragging them over, he plunged into a pocket to find his wallet and a condom from within.

"I…" he frowned, sitting up on the bed and fumbling with the foil packet fruitlessly, "I can't open…."

"Lemme."

Y/N took it from his hands, aggressively ripping it with her teeth and chuckling as a small piece of foil dangled from her lips. She tried to be seductive, guiding Dean to lay back before letting her eyes fall on her prize. He was only half-hard, but she figured it would be fine. She struggled, trying to roll it on him, only getting him partially covered before she whined and flopped back onto the bed dramatically.

"S'not workin'."

Dean whined, after moaning like a pornstar just at the mere touch of Y/N's hand on his cock. He held his shaft, moving slowly and trying to work himself hard. He attempted multitasking, lunging over to try and collide his lips back with Y/N's only to hear the distinct sound of a snore.

He blinked slowly, falling onto his back and his eyes fluttering closed.

PART 2

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

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Gummy Bears - Jang Hanseok x Hanseo

One-shot, requested by @swaggy-tea and @taewithalottlesuga, an au where someone isn’t a psycho

A/N: bolded words are words Hanseok says in English; hope you enjoy reading!

Hanseo doesn’t really enjoy video games. Or board games. Or any sort of game really.

He views it as unnecessary stress, tasks and missions that weren’t worth the small amount of satisfaction one receives in the end. On the other hand however, is Jang Hanseok. That young man- looks will deceive- is purely childish at heart.

Hanseok carries a pack of Haribos everywhere he goes, has Candy Crush downloaded on his phone and a penguin plushie resting in the corner of his office. His personality is so loud, so vibrant, so... annoying.

When Jang Hanseok was announced the new Chairman of Babel, Hanseo did not hesitate one millisecond to pass the position over to him.

If Hanseo didn’t enjoy video games, he most definitely did not enjoy being like a pawn amongst the wealthy elites of the country. Constantly feeling like an NPC to his own body, he might as well kiss Hanseok out of gratitude for taking the position away from him. Although, that man ended up placing Hanseo as Vice Chairman.

Not the best, considering how Hanseo just wanted to fly away and live a life full of secrecy in Malta, but Jang Hanseo will endure it. Like how he always has.

One month ago, a Korean-American man walked up to him and said they were half brothers. Two weeks ago, his new half brother moved in with him, inspecting every crook and cranny his mansion had offered. One week ago, his “hyung” had assimilated the Chairman seat and now was working in the same chair Hanseo had once resided.

If one should say, “ work at Babel is tiring,” that would be a clear understatement in Hanseo’s eyes. Working at Babel meant restless nights, empty coffee cups piling on the floor, dark circles beneath eyes, bleary vision after each all-nighter and so much more.

So Hanseo did not understand why his new hyung had seemed to be in perfect shape.

Jang Hanseok appeared to look healthy, like he got 10 hours of sleep each night and never had reeked of coffee. Maybe it was an American thing, Hanseo pondered, the ability to look completely fine.

He rested his head against his knuckles, his elbow propping his whole arm up against the sleek dark oak desk. The world felt heavy. The air, his own head and eyelids.

Just as he slipped into an abyss of sleep-

Tap! T- Tap! Tap! T- Tap! Tap!

Sharp, rhythmic taps awoke him with a start. His whole body jolted up, and his drowsiness washed away as if someone had dumped ice cold water on him.

“ My dongsaeng!” The single English word prefixing the sentence was a dead giveaway to letting Hanseo know who it was.

“ Han- Hanseok hyung.” He greeted politely, standing up to give a respectful bow.

The Chairman shook his head, “ Hey, we’re brothers. No need for all that.” He comfortably slung an arm around Hanseo’s shoulder and the younger wondered if all Americans acted like this.

Hanseok then nonchalantly sat on top of his desk, disregarding the fact he was also sitting on a small pile of papers.

He popped a gummy bear into his mouth. “ Are you tired? Your skin doesn’t have that... glow that it normally does.”

Hanseo had no clue what English word was uttered but he nodded. “ Just a lot of paperwork nowadays.” Why was he so nervous? It was like a gut feeling that made him feel afraid of Hanseok. It was odd. He barely knew his brother.

“ Do you want a break?” Hanseok followed up with a very intriguing offer.

§

Hanseo doesn’t like video games. Or any sort of games. But if he had to choose between playing games or sorting out piles of worksheets, he’d rather pick the first option.

“ Try this!” Hanseok excitedly called him over to a shooting game, the place was adorned with plushies that would be given as prizes.

The arcade his hyung had taken him to was packed, and Hanseo never relished in crowds or public spaces like these.

Hesitant as always, Hanseo gripped the plastic gun and leveled himself to the sight, moving it to align with the water ballon target. A finger on the neon green trigger, he pressed down and the fake bullet missed the balloon by the slightest inch.

“ Oh, that was close!” Hanseok pipped up, walking over to get his turn. His competitive nature seemed to bloom as he added on, “ You should’ve aimed properly.”

Hanseo scoffed, giving his brother space to take his turn.

Hanseok’s face softened as he suddenly asked, “ Which one do you want?”

His younger brother blinked in slow motion. What? “ What?” He voiced his confusion out loud.

“ I said, which one do you want?” He repeated, gesturing to the plushies that were hanging on the ceiling and walls.

He didn’t know why, but he ended up blushing. No one had ever done these kinds of things for him. Hanseo sharply turned away from his hyung, embarrassed at the red that colored his cheeks.

Hanseok suppressed a chuckle, “ Come on~” He whined in English, “ Hurry up and pick!”

“ Uh...” Hanseo faced the prizes and scanned each one of them. All of them looked boring, too vivid and childish-

“ The puppy one.” He mumbled, his eyes set on the golden retriever plushie that was beside a very colorful stuffed unicorn.

His older half brother smiled mischievously. “ Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” Causing Hanseo to roll his eyes at the very obvious motive.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the floor. “ The puppy one at the top left.” He repeated clearly, and Hanseok hummed satisfied.

The Chairman raised the toy gun to his eyes, squinting as he aimed. Pulling the trigger, he had hit the first target flawlessly.

“ Woah!” Hanseo said in awe, well aware his brother hadn’t gone to the military yet so this skill was purely cultivated by himself.

Hanseok grinned victoriously, winking at the younger man. “ I’m gonna get it for you.” He clarified, pointing at the puppy plushie.

“ Hyung, you don’t need to-“

“ Oh, but I want to.” He cut the protest off, picking up the toy gun again to hit the second target.

Pop!

The second water balloon was down, meaning there was only one left. “ One more...” Hanseok muttered under his breath, placing his finger on the trigger.

Pop!

“ YES!” He cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

Hanseo cracked a genuine smile, seeing his hyung act like that.

Maybe he wasn’t so annoying after all.

§

“ I did well, didn’t I?” Hanseo piped up. A couple of hours had passed by in the arcade and the two had completely warmed up to each other’s company.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok replied, slinging an arm around his shoulder, gazing down at how adorably Hanseo was clutching the plushie. “ You deserve to be my brother.” He jokingly added on and the other simply scoffed.

“ By the way, you haven’t told me where we’re going yet.” His younger brother said, lips showing the tiniest amount of pouting.

“ We’re almost there,” Hanseok replied, “ See?” He pointed to the store before them, “ An ice cream shop!” He pulled away to make dramatic jazz hands.

Hanseo grinned a cute gummy smile that the older was slowly getting used to. “ Gosh, hyung, you-“

Hanseok immediately placed a single finger on his lips, hushing him. “ Zip it, we’re eating to our hearts content today.” Boldly, Hanseok reached out to his half brother’s unoccupied hand and intertwined their fingers. “ Let’s go!”

“ AH!” Hanseo yelped from the sudden pull, tightening his grip on the stuffed animal.

The glass doors opened with a chime, and the first thing Jang Hanseo noticed was the emptiness of the place.

“ Hyung...” He began, the realization sinking in, “ Did you-“

“ Reserve this?” Hanseok finished off the question, “ Yeah, I did.” He beamed proudly, “ I kinda forgot at first that you didn’t like crowded areas. Sorry.”

Did Hanseo’s heart skip a beat? He wasn’t sure. But he did know that he felt loved. Appreciated. He felt warm inside, like something bubbling at the pit of his stomach. “ Thank you..” He said, unable to find more suitable words.

“ Nah, don’t thank me.” Hanseok waved it off, “ Come on, let’s take a seat.” He changed the topic with ease, dragging the other along to a circular turquoise table.

One of the staff walked out and headed towards them. After basic greetings, they pulled out a notepad. “ What would you both like?”

Is this a fancy restaurant or something? Why is there a waitress-

“ Hanseo-ah, what do you want?” His brother’s question snapped him out of his thoughts.

“ Uh... I’ll have the double chocolate chip ice cream.” He scrambled to pick one quickly, his social anxiety not wanting to drag the conversation on further.

“ And you, sir?” The waitress turned to Hanseok.

“ Classic vanilla. With gummy bear toppings.” He answered curtly, and the lady quickly wrote it down before scurrying away.

A minute or so passed when the Jang brothers were handed their orders. Hanseo’s mouth watered at the sight of the extra chocolate drizzle that was placed on top of it all for free.

Hanseok smiled, “ I guess you like chocolate a lot?”

Hanseo nodded eagerly as he grabbed his spoon to dig in. After wiping some ice cream off his chin with the back of his hand, he decided to reply. “ And I guess you like gummy bears a lot?”

Hanseok chuckled, “ I love them.” His smile dropped a bit though, but the sparkles in his eyes remained. “ Hey, you got a little stuck beside your lips.” He pointed at Hanseo’s face, and the younger man immediately picked up a napkin and began cleaning the wrong side.

“ No- no,” Hanseok sighed,” Come on, let me do it.” He stood up and reached over the table, taking his thumb and gently wiping the ice cream off Hanseo’s face.

Hanseo immediately tensed under such soft touch, not really knowing why he was expecting something harsh.

“ O- oh, thanks.” He stuttered, focusing on the ice cream before him.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok continued to munch on his gummy bears, before scooping one out with his spoon. “ Wanna try?”

“ No, it’s okay you can have it.” He declined, this brother of his was already giving him way too much affection than what he was used to.

“ Say ‘ahh,’” Hanseok prompted, holding the spoon in front of his dongsaeng’s mouth as if he were a baby.

Hanseo blushed- out of being flustered or embarrassed- he’ll never know. He looked up into the Chairman’s eyes and regretted it right away.

The twenty something year old man was making puppy eyes. It sort of reminded him of the plushie he got today, big and cute. Sighing, Hanseo reluctantly opened his mouth.

“ There you go.” Hanseok grinned, and watched as the younger chewed on the gummy bear.

Hanseo didn’t have the heart to tell him that he actually despised gummy bears with all his being. But then again, Hanseo didn’t really like Hanseok or games at first. Now his point of view had changed.

Maybe he could grow to love gummy bears too.

[twisted-imagines]

Hello! May I request some sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for the Savanaclaw dorm students Jack, Ruggie, and Leona please?

I... genuinely didn't expect it would take so long😶 It's finished now and I really hope I did the boys justice in these headcanons😅 A lot of them already circulate in the fandom or in the discord(thank you guys!), but I still decided to flesh them out and include here.

Whew, that's my biggest work so far, whooping 6k words. Also the boys required adding female♀️and male♂️-specific bullets, hope it's fine with you. Still no read-more, I'm sorry for every passerby out there.

Please prepare yourself and enjoy💗

Savanaclaw relationship headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

Jack Howl 🐺

Sfw

• So that's the men they talk about, behind whose backs you feel like behind a stone wall? Not only is he big in stature, but Jack is also very reliable. Except for being your boyfriend, he's also your best friend and the biggest supporter; fan, if you may. There's nothing you can't discuss with Jack or ask for help with.

• Actually, the process of transition from friends to lovers was very hard for him, mainly because of how shy he was at first. One day you speak like always, discuss college and laugh together, and the next day he's a blushing mess, unable to say a coherent sentence to you. That day you asked him, whether he was ill, but the ones you actually had to ask about his state were his seniors who, as a gesture of goodwill, confronted their dear junior about his not so obvious crush on you the evening prior and ultimately turned his world upside down, when he finally realized that he liked you more than a friend.

• His bashfulness doesn't go entirely, no matter how long you date. Holding your hand in his still makes his cheeks red, hugging you makes his heart beat faster and kissing? Rest assured, you're the one initiating it most of the time.

• Which doesn't exactly make your kisses less pleasant. Jack can kiss, and he does it exceptionally well. Jack's kisses are the most loving and passionate, starting out very sweet and slow, and gradually becoming deeper and more intense, leaving you breathless. He's a type to cup your face and hold it there just gazing at you with lovesick puppy eyes.

• Jack is an open book. Whether he's happy, sad, angry, tired, or just thinking about something, it's pretty easy to spot and after some time into relationships you won't have problems gauging his mood.

• But even in instances when his expression doesn't betray him, he'll still talk with you, Jack is pretty earnest. His goal is for both of you to feel comfortable with each other. He wants to know about your hardships and vent about his own.

• Jack doesn't let just anybody close to his heart, and when he does he can be very vulnerable with them. That's also why your arguments always have such a heavy impact on him. In the middle of a fight he's not going to back down, and it'll continue as long as one of you doesn't storm out, but when he calms down he's going to regret so hard. Most of the time, he would want to go and find you, apologize and mend things as soon as possible, even if he was indeed right. With his fluffy ears sticking close to his head and bushy tail hanging down impossible low, he would ask you to just speak with him peacefully, saying he didn't want for this atmosphere between you to last any longer.

• By the way, you and only you have the unique privilege to pet his ears and tail. It both stresses him, because of how shy he is, and turns him into a puddle of affection when you gently caress him. He swears to himself, he could spend his whole life on your lap.

Did he actually say it out loud?...

• Your boyfriend is plainly adorkable and you treasure him so much.

• Also consider chilling with him in his wolf form! He doesn't get why you're always so eager to see him transform, but as long as you're happy he'll oblige. Cuddling, or lying above wolf Jack is the most serene feeling in the world, it's like lying on the fluffy, warm cloud.

• Jack is a walking heater, he emanates warmth, when you just stand next to him. What a hot man~ You'll probably be so thankful for it in winter, cuddling up to him is just the best, and he won't complain much about your freezing feet, he loves you after all. But in summer? Wolf boy got used to your hugs and is actually offended you don't embrace him as much. You can't fathom how he doesn't boil from the heat by just holding you in his arms. Power of love, truly.

• Bear hugs? Who needs them, when you have wolf hugs! Definitely, a type to completely engulf his partner into a hug, even his tail curls around you. The spoon, and no elaboration on that. No matter who embraces whom, in Jack's mind it's already perfect.

• Definitely not the PDA type, Jack is pretty reserved, and the best you can get out of him when people are watching is a light peck to the head and hand-holding.

• Sometimes he sticks into troubles because of his temper and distinctive sense of justice. It's for you to de-escalate the situation before it can turn into something serious. He may grunt because those guys definitely deserved to have somebody teach them a lesson, but you try to explain to him that it's for the best, he didn't stay aside, and that already counts.

• He wants you to delegate him all physically taxing tasks, whether by carrying your shopping bags, giving you something from the shelf, or anything else really. Chances are, you're still weaker than him and he wants to take care of you, the boy feels so proud when he can help you! "W-what? Me, a good boy?! ",- yes, Jack, the best. He sometimes hates it so much, how easily you fluster him.

• He would like to create a morning routine together with you. If you're not as keen on sports, muscle building, or can't endure heavy physical training he will just be glad to have you doing morning exercises near him, he genuinely thinks of it as some form of bonding. You noticed that while being in relationships with Jack your lifestyle changed into a much healthier one.

• Jack can be very playful with you, at times reminding of an actual wolf. When he's in an affectionate mood he may discreetly nuzzle your face, nibble on your ears or pet your hair. Most likely he doesn't mean anything sexual by it, just enjoying your presence, by other times his touches mean an entirely different thing.

Nsfw

• He definitely didn't have any experience before getting intimate with you. He blushes so hard, you think he'll pass out from excitement and his tail is just a flurry of colors, with how fast it wags.

• The first time is messy and chaotic, he is totally lost and doesn't know where to place his hands and what to do. Thankfully he's a fast learner, the rate with which he improves actually amazes you.

• The first time he goes down on you is a disaster too. But he's getting better quickly, and where he still lacks the skill, he makes up with determination. He's not leaving his place between your legs, until you cum at least once; if his jaw locks, he doesn't care. Jack gets addicted to your taste and he's the happiest when your tights are around his head, hands tugging on his white locks and the smell of your sweet arousal enveloping him.

• The first time you go down on him boy dies and ascends. Poor wolf cums in a minute and when he sees you struggling to swallow his cum? Jack swears he has never become hard so fast. Blowing him means freeing a good amount of time in your schedule, because, even if he gets embarrassed about it later, he'll hold you down there for a long time. He feels just pure bliss when you suck and lick him.

• Before you even try to initiate something in public, he's already looking at you with judging face. He despises the idea, that some other people may do such things in public places, so Jack himself is not going to engage in them.

• Pet the dog the boy! Do it, he'll be ecstatic. The base of his ears and tail are his most erogenous zones. He'll let out the neediest whines when you touch him, it's a sure way to get him in the mood. If you take back your hand he will growl softly and chase after it.

• While his growling may sound threatening Jack doesn't mean anything by that, he's just trying to release tension from being aroused. He's actually very tame, never exceptionally rough with you, unless it's your goal to rile him up. Jack doesn't fall entirely into sub/dom classification, he's vanilla, but he prefers to be on top and do the most of the work since it means he'll get to enjoy your whole body and he's all about expressing his love to you.

• The boy is pretty animated, but he always minds the volume. It's mostly grunts and growls, with occasional moans you adore so much. And feeling him growl when he's performing oral on you? Priceless.

• He has a knot. Even normally his cock's base is pretty thick, compared to the rest of the shaft, but when he's in you he rarely can withhold from forming a knot.

•♀️With female significant other Jack won't hesitate to beg her to let him put it in. The feeling of being connected like that with you makes him very emotional and appreciated even. It goes away after some time, and if you're worried about him actually knocking you up, Jack is actually very diligent about putting a condom every time you have sex.

• While he likes to see your face, the expressions you make, and that he can easily spot if you're not feeling good, Jack's all-time favorite pose is doggy style, how obvious. Having you on your four under him inevitably brings out his most carnal desires. Best believe, he's going to rock your world.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐆

Sfw

• This boy is husband material. Intelligent? Check. Good with money? Check. Knows how to cook, sew, clean, pay taxes? Check. Nobody will judge you if you propose to him after the first few months, Ruggie is good all-around if you've already learned to love him for who he is.

• The hyena boy is not very confident early into your relationships. He feels like if he starts to open up, you'll get to know him better and eventually... break up with him. He's on guard the entire time, trying to be a picture-perfect boyfriend, but it's so different from the way he behaved before, you can't help, but think something is wrong. At some point, all the stress from college, dorm management, and your relationships is going to get at him, resulting in you consoling him on your lap after he breaks down and cries from overworking himself constantly. After he's let it out if his system, venting to you about how anxious he actually is, and how he doesn't want to lose you, when you have just returned his feelings, you can finally soothe him and address what he's said. When he's in such vulnerable state, Ruggie really needs to hear that you want to see his other sides, even if he thinks they are not beautiful, that you are willing to accept him no matter what and he doesn't need to be perfect for you to love him and you're definitely not leaving him any time soon. This talk does make him feel more secure afterward and it's easier for him to rely on you a bit more.

• His love language is definitely acts of service! He loves to be helpful, to hear your praise when he's cooked lunch for you, took your clothes to the laundry for you, fixed your tie or shoelaces when you didn't notice it was loose. It makes him feel accomplished and you being grateful and repaying him for that, unlike a certain lion, is definitely a nice bonus. His preferred way is to receive your love in gifts, but you need to be careful with them! He won't appreciate you wasting your money on something stupid or of no use to him; it has to be practical, but not necessarily expensive. If you present him with a handmade gift though, he's going to treasure it, no question asked. The thought of you, spending time to create it with him in mind makes Ruggie feel warm all over.

• Quality time between you is very important for him too. A nice evening together, without the college, annoying seniors, and other distractions is perfect for him. If you can concentrate your attention solely on him, lavish only him with your touches, hugs, smooches, and words of praise, Ruggie is the happiest man alive.

• For your dates he prefers to stay inside, prepare dinner together, dance and fool around without the care in the world, watch some show popular in Twisted Wonderland right now or groom each other. Yes, Savanaclaw guys do like self-care evenings from time to time, Ruggie in particular likes when you trim his nails, you find out that they're much harder than human nails, or comb his hair and pet those fluffy ears.

• If it's a special occasion, he won't be against going to some nice restaurant or cafe, he does know that it's important for couples to go out together, even if your budget may not be that big. Reserving pricey dates for holidays and important dates leaves him some time to save up money and feel prepared.

• The type that claims that's he's the big spoon, but the moment you lie down together, he's already cuddling up to your chest like the smallest spoon that he is. Ruggie loves to be close to your heart, listen to it's heartbeat, feel your warmth around him, it's such a blissful feeling for him. Just sometimes or when you ask him to, he'll hug you from behind and whisper sweet nonsense into your ear, assuring you that he'll protect you and everything will be okay.

• He may seem this confident, self-assured, and quite bold young man, who isn't shy at all to show his love for you, freely kissing and flirting with you. The truth is, as soon he's out of your vicinity, he's blushing like mad, while his heart is hammering in his chest. He's not used, definitely not used to courting somebody, it makes him so nervous, but it's not like he'll ever admit this.

• He doesn't like to be called cute, at all. Ruggie doesn't associate it with a compliment and he would rather have you think he's handsome, pretty or sexy but not cute, might as well say that he's weak or you don't see him as a man. He's can be pretty stubborn when he wants to, so what's left for you is to choose other words of affirmation.

• In Ruggie's mind kisses and embraces are an intimate practice. He can tolerate casual touching, give a friendly pat on the back, or even put an arm around somebody's shoulder, but he has to draw the line at kissing and hugging. He feels very grossed out when someone he doesn't trust enough tries to breach his personal space like this and evades it like the plague. Most likely, you're the only one who he has ever had close enough relationships with to do these things.

• Ruggies kisses can vary. Sometimes it's just a quick peck when you're passing by in corridors. Other times it's loving french kiss that leaves you both breathless, and which the boy tries to save for when you two are alone. But when he's jealous or feels threatened as in seeing a particularly noisy suitor of yours making rather bold moves, he won't hesitate to show his tongue down your throat right before them to get his message across.

• This hyena is very possessive. He still remembers how it's like to not being able to eat your food on your own, to not have a constant safe place to sleep at night, to feel like the worst, least deserving flea ever, not being able to protect what is yours. He still struggles, but he's no longer the scrawny, weak kid he was before, and he finally has the power to preserve what he treasures. And you're one of his treasures: the most beautiful and kindest being he's ever met. When you are by his side he feels like he could take over the world and waking up at the morning has never been so easy for Ruggie, for he knows he'll meet you today once again, and will be able to hug, and kiss, and hear that you love him.

• You'll have to learn it the hard way, that his history made an impact on his morality. As long as his ways are beneficial to him, to you or to his friends, Ruggie has no qualms doing the dirty stuff. It's not always violent in nature, but he broke bones with his unique magic before, you even was the one to out him on that, but it doesn't mean he gave up that mindset completely. It anything, he has now learned to go with more complicated, round-about strategies. Leave justice and righteousness to the folks like Jack, Ruggie is not as naive to think that the world is fair and he knows he has to work hard for the things he knows he deserves. But you're with him for reasons, and not letting him loose all his compassion is one of them. Sometimes it's important that you work as his moral compass and stand up and firmly tell him out of doing something that you deem wrong.

• Your arguments are almost nonexistent since most of the time Ruggie is the first to back down and accept your point of view. He almost never loses his cool and If he thinks you are not right, he'll still agree with you just to pacify you enough so you would discuss it with him and reach a consensus. Ruggie doesn't like to fight with you, he would rather fix the problem right at the start, so it wouldn't escalate, than wait until one of you can't keep silent anymore. By considering each other's opinion and working around them, your relationships remain healthy and beneficial to both of you.

Nsfw

• You can't help but question, whether it's actually his first time as he's said or not, but you aren't going to complain, with how he masterly finds and stimulates all your sweet spots.

• ♀️He will fulfill his position on the top without a fault, but if you seek something else entirely, he won't disappoint you either. Ruggie wholeheartedly thinks that the best place for him is where you say him to be. He will attentively listen to your commands and fulfill them to his best ability, just for a chance that you'll praise or reward him in some way. Handle him the way you want, he's already on the seventh cloud to be able to mate- oh, he meant to make love to you. In short, Ruggie is the best hyena boy, who'll submit to you in a breath.

• ♂️ The brattiest bottom, and none other than you got him. Prepare to wrestle him, quite literally, for a chance to have him underneath you, or just around you. Unless you prove that you're deserving of it, he's not going to relent. But the gratification for it is immense: the blushing, whining, breathless mess that Ruggie is when you're done with him is truly the sight to behold.

• Ruggie has nice stamina and can handle a lot, and is even somewhat masochistic, but degradation and punishments don't sit well with him and make him very uncomfortable in the end. If you want to discipline him for teasing you on public or getting it on without you, the best way to make him realize his mistake is through orgasm control. Crying from over-stimulating or from broken orgasm makes him learn the lesson, but not feel disrespected deep down. Just edge him for hours on end and he'll be as good as gold the weeks afterward, until he starts thirsting for your treatment once again.

• It's either raspy dirty talk or loudest, most sinful moans possible, no in between. Poor residents still can't figure it out who keeps them awake at night, the pornstar worthy cries just don't tie in with the image of petite vice dorm leader, and even if some of them understood, one glance is everything it's going to take to silence them.

• ♀️ He loves the feeling of being in you, how warm and tight it is, but don't hide the strap-on too far, he loves it equally as much, the devilish glint in his eyes tells it all when you first suggest it. Ruggie receives it very eagerly and is very supportive of the idea of adding it when you have some "alone time" together.

• He's a putty in your hands when you blow him. The hyena feels very special when you pay such close attention to his dick and can't handle it for too long. Blow jobs are definitely the currency he accepts for being an amazing boyfriend and it's a treat he always looks forward to.

• Considering his stature, he's definitely not the biggest one out there, but does he know how to use it, and what positions make both of you feel good. A grower, you sometimes question yourself, if it's some kind of magic.

•♀️You on top of him makes him not under the collar at any time, but especially when you fuck. No matter if he's penetrating you, or eating you out, he's overjoyed and so head over heels for you. And does he love to go down on you. Ruggie adores your clit, and always pays it the utmost attention. Hyena boy loses the feeling of time when he is there, smothered by your tights and licking, tasting, sucking, drinking your juices, and enjoying your moans. You'll have to forcefully remove yourself from his mouth because he's not stopping on his own, even if you're already tearing up from overstimulation.

•♂️ He's going to demand to be on top, even if he's the one taking it, he wants to have an illusion that he's in charge, even if you ram his ass like there's tomorrow. If you're the one receiving his cock, hands down(ha!), he positions you into a doggy style, the penetration is amazing and his hip game is top-notch, you'll have a hard time declining him a top position afterward.

• He can be pretty stealthy, when he wants to, so if you're up for it he will gladly finger you/give you a handjob under the table. The feeling of his calloused fingers in your most intimate place can bring you to orgasm very fast, not to mention how skillfully be moves his hand. Oral in a hidden alley? Not entirely out of the plate too. And the way Ruggie deals with accidental witnesses or uncomfortable questions still hasn't made you face consequences, so it's definitely working.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

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• Stupidly sexy lion. He knows the hots you have for him are immense and he's going to use it against you. If flashing the cockiest smirk you've ever seen and whispering in your ear is all it takes to convince you to sleep with him, ditch your homework, to laze around with him or just generally pay attention to him, he's going to abuse it as much as he can.

• You feel like you've become ten times lazier since you've started to date him, he thinks that you just spend quality time together as a normal, lovable couple.

• It's pretty much impossible to make him do anything, even if you're his significant other now. He's not helping you with your crappy homework, neither will he buy you anything from the store or cafeteria, even if he's walking by it. Get your own shit. Even better, bring him something too, since you're going anyway.

• ♀️ That's it unless you're a lady with a more or less firm grip. There's definitely more respect he pays to you, having grown up in the pride of Afterglow Savannah. Ladies first and foremost, he can't ignore it. Suddenly he's the one getting his own shit and bringing you whatever you want with a silver lining, probably not looking the most enthusiastic about it, but you're his woman and that's what you deserve.

•♀️The dream boyfriend when you're on your periods. He's getting you the right pads without a fault, knows just what snacks to bring you, heating packs are already there and an even hotter lion is embracing you and petting your hair.

• Still overall Leona is not your prince charming, and your relationships are full of compromises and until Leona finally understands that it takes two to tango, it's on you to support them. Which can be pretty hard, but the pay off is big unarguably.

• Your arguments start out calmly, up till the moment Leona gets sick of it and then the worst starts. It takes time for the situation to escalate to that point, Leona does have some patience and sense in him, but once you both are angry and don't hear each other prepare for this fight to leave no stone unturned.

♀️With a lady, Leona will be pretty tame, and rather than shouting he'll be growling lowly, which isn't less aggressive, but the chance of him scaring or snapping at you is pretty low. He'll be the first to storm off, not having the patience to stand it anymore and unable to let it out because of his innate respect for you.

♂️It's brutal, even if he's meters away from you. He hates to be bossed around or scolded like a guilty kitten and you remind him of all the arguments he had with his family at home, which makes his blood boil. The best course of action would be for you to leave him alone for the time being and patiently wait when he's up to talking again.

Sometimes you talk and the problem is solved and you don't return to and quarrel about it ever again, other times Leona just plainly drops the subject before it comes to bite him in the ass and you have a fight again. You have to be the smarter one with a hot-tempered and prideful boyfriend that you have, for arguments to not shake your relationships, and even straighten them.

• When he's not sleeping Leona can be quite cute and affectionate with you, corny when he's on a mission to make you blush. He doesn't care if anybody is round, you're the only one who he sees and right now he wants his wake-up kiss and nobody can stop him unless they want a couple of broken bones. You got into trouble because of his careless nature a lot of times, but when you look at his charming smirk and naughty eyes you can't resist him which allows him to peck you ten times more until you either drag him to a hidden from prying eyes place, or others shout at you to get a room.

• One kiss is never enough for Leona, especially since he doesn't acknowledge close-mouthed kisses and not the one to ever restrain himself. The make-out sessions are frequent and very heated, with his hands roaming everywhere, low groans sending pleasurable chills down your spine. What a relief he's usually in the places where no noises and people can disturb his sleep, or "bonding time" with his mate.

• The biggest spoon, he almost never gives up his place. If you catch him at his sleeping spot somewhere at the botanic garden or square and he's awake enough to spot or smell you, he'll trap you in his grasp and not let go until it's either time to eat or return to dorm. Crying that you have important matters and you can't just rest like that is futile. He's pretty warm too and even more cuddly than Jack, so prepare to suffer. But it's also very sweet how pissy he gets when you try to leave, clutching your form closer still, employing even his tail just not to part with your comfortable presence. The only time he's willing to be a little spoon is when he lays on your lap, happy to receive pats and scratches to his ears, at times like that he feels practically blessed to be with you.

• He may not show it openly, but he cares. He cares so much about you. He knows your likes and dislikes, maybe not precisely, but it's already outstanding for a guy who mostly gives no shit about people other than himself. He knows how to make you happy when you're sad or stressed, and how not to worsen your state. He'll talk with you about your problems to help you find a solution, and when you thank him for helping you, Leona will just brush it off and say that you were the one to come up with it. He's also just fine with lending you an ear, even if inside he wants to turn into sand whatever or whoever made upset. Yes, if it's alive, they will probably not be happy that they survived, because the following day will be a total nightmare for them. Nobody in their right mind would harm the lion's mate, and Leona makes sure everybody knows that.

• He's quick-witted and can come up with smartest, most efficient ideas in no time, but he's always too lazy or doesn't see a point. If you're needing his help, he may consider it, but you still receive a negative answer sometimes. Unless you have something you can offer, which for Leona you always do. The answer is straightforward - you.

• When you stay at their dorm, Ruggie always dumps his usual responsibilities on you. Leona has to wake up to his morning classes and how you manage to do it is on you. And bring his breakfast, or he'll forget and by the time he remembers nothing is left for him already. Also, braid his hair, and exclusively to you, try to not be taken to bed once again. It's quite rare you complete your quest. Other times Leona just takes advantage of it and skips the day entirely, lounging around and doing stuff with you.

• Ruggie and Jack admire you for how you can put up with Leona's lazy lion ass and how you get along and accept Leona-senpai even though his character is like that each respectively. Both agree that it's quite a feat you didn't bailout in the first weeks. They notice how much Leona mellowed down, in a good way, when he got together with you and are quite glad that the senior found such a person to love as yourself.

• Jealousy over the roof, but you won't ever catch the wind of it. He's good at pretending, and he can't let you know that he's about to chew this poor soul head off, together with their limbs and flesh. In his mind you literally belong to him, only he is allowed to flirt and tease you. He'll try and lead you away as nothing has happened, but his blood is boiling.

• Being Leona's lover means getting the privilege of being called "aunt/uncle" by small Cheka. He loves you so much, the lion cub looks forward to playing with you and his uncle when he visits NRC. It's the rare instances when Leona doesn't conceal his jealousy and demands your attention back openly. You think it's funny how he feels challenged by the kid, but choose to watch from the sidelines, how instead of being scared of fuming uncle Cheka just goes to give love to him instead. Leona thinks that you get along well with children, and just sometimes imagines how would you look caring for your own cub. If you ask him why he's spacing out like that, he'll just huff, but the small blush will remain on his cheeks for quite some time.

• "And what should I do with you?"

"Love me, feed me, and never leave me."

This big ass cat just needs your TLC to enter his cat heaven.

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• The ultimate pillow prince. Love him and fondle him, kiss and bite him, he'll take everything and then ask for more. He'll agree to everything as long as you keep the good stuff coming. He even tries and acts like he's the one in charge, but you know that you're the one doing most of the work and his bravado is just for show.

• But when he needs to really show you who is alpha here he won't half-ass it. When he's especially angry or jealous Leona is not releasing you from his room all day long and goes to extreme, by his and probably your standards, lengths to prove that you don't need anybody else, and only he can satisfy your every need.

• He has had sex before and that's a fact, but was he ever so emotionally connected to somebody else? If his intense gaze and low roars tell you something, it's that he has never dedicated himself to somebody, neither in or out of bed.

• Unashamed nudist, Leona will fuck you just anywhere as long as you both want this. Charm to the max, when you say that you're worried somebody will walk in on you. "You're not thinking about anybody else when I'm right here, kitten".

• Blowjob is not just a way to motivate him, sometimes it's the only way you can make him do something. Prone to throat fuck you on occasions when he has the spare energy. More often than not just lets you take all matters into your hands and do whatever you want. If not for those quiet grunts you would think he fell asleep again. He did not, the man is living his best life.

• Animalistic growls, groans, and grunts are heard in Savanclaw hallways when you make love. While he may not be the most vocal lover, he doesn't hold himself back either. You make him feel good, and he lets you know about it.

• Leona Kingscholar is massive and he knows it. As if the big dick energy wasn't already radiating off of him, he actually has a lot to stress it. "Not the most human dick" squad, he has the penile spines, though not as painful as in actual mammals, they just add more excitement to already satisfying feeling. Best believe, he knows what to do with this package to make you see stars.

• As long as you're above him he's content, missionary, cowgirl, 69 you name it, he loves it. Do mind that his trust power is bruising, not taking into account his size, as a result, you won't be walking normally, if at all if was especially fired up, the following day.

•♀️While you're up there, might as well sit on his face and let him have a snack from his personal five-star restaurant. He loves every minute of it and can probably stay for days there, making you come over and over again because he's so damn good at it too. He knows just how to lick, where to apply pressure, what to do with his fingers, and that rough tongue is plainly amazing. Never heard of it before? Now you did and it has the most mind-blowing sensation against your labia and clitoris. So messy, Leona is; when you finish with him he'll have your slick and cum smeared all over his face, which he doesn't mind at all, licking off what he can, successfully making you turn even redder from the erotic sight beneath you.

• ♂️ The sloppiest suck you'll ever get, nobody can challenge Leona on that. It would be nice if he just repaid you a bit more often. You'll probably learn to treasure his blowjobs, because of how rare and memorable they are simultaneous. The king, oh this irony, of deepthroating, you wonder if this man even has a gag reflex. Apparently, he does not, or just holds himself together very well, because he'll remove himself only to breathe in some air before he goes to town on you once again.

• Does he have a nice imagination, this lion. It's not rare for him to just daydream about fucking you in any setting possible, pop a boner, never do something about it and just drift off again. The reason he always turns your cutesy cuddly times into marathon sex is because he's always horny, but rarely acts on it and just opts to let off the steam together with you.

• Prepare to be littered with bites and scratches, the sex with Leona can be very wild. No matter your position you'll receive lots of marks all over your body, and don't raise your hopes - you won't be able to conceal it, for he chose very specific areas that are always seen by others, Leona is a possessive man after all.