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angxl-m · 2 years ago

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"Can't Handle It?" R. Zoro x Black!(F)Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI, ty

⚠️Warnings⚠️: dom!Zoro (hes a lil mean), switchbutmostlybottom!(Y/N), alcohol use, weed use, spitting, teasing, light spanking, light choking, pet names (slut, whore, girl, baby, mama) degradation but throw some praise in there, overstimulation(a personal fav), dumbification, fingering(f), oral(f&m), PnV, and the creamiest of pies

Reader has a fat ass 🤷🏾‍♀️

Really just some nasty sex to ease the Zoro brain rot (Pre-time skip Zoro if it matters)

Song Recs (please listen i luv sharing music <3):

It’s my first post and took me way too long, but enjoy luvrs 🫶🏾

Zoro always considered himself a patient man, regardless of the truth of the statement. As Zoro to Zoro, he was, at very least, tolerant. He’s a swordsman, it’s his obligation to be calm, collected, both at ease and alert at all times.

So for the sake of everything holy, he wondered, why- how, you managed to rile him up in all the best fucking ways.

It was infuriating.

The swordsman could practically feel his green hair singeing when it came to the thought of you, his mind working in overdrive trying to process how your hair could be so pretty while your mouth was so damn big.

Always challenging him, you weren’t stronger, that was for sure, but just as fast and with a solid sense of direction. You two were almost as bad as dartboard brow when you fought, but to Zoro you were just so fucking attractive.

His heart would race in the blue moons that you were around and totally calm, when the two of you found some sort of peace. And in times like that there was always liquor involved.

The Straw Hat Pirates had rented a small group house for a few days on the outskirts of a town on some island Luffy and Nami had decided to dock at. It was a quiet, very laid back town where everyone simply went about their business.

Turned out to be the perfect place for the crew to dock and give the Thousand Sunny and their sea-worn skin a break.

They sat on lawn chairs around a campfire in the open land behind the house, it was early morning, just breaking into 2 a.m. Nami, Luffy, Chopper Usopp, Sanji, and Brook had already fought and lost the battle to sleep and were tucked into their rooms for the night. Zoro having carried Luffy and Chopper inside.

Only Franky, Robin, you, and Zoro remained, chatting over the fire. Zoro and Robin were drinking sake while you and Franky drank Black Label Whiskey, all the bottles were acquired in the town by you and Nami as a little treat.

A delicious haze filled your head when you sipped the drink in hand, ‘the only thing that could possibly make the night better’, you thought, ‘would be some weed.’

Your shuffling broke the silence of the group, attracting their attention as you rifled through a backpack at the side of your chair.

“Stop making noise, woman.” Zoro grumbled, opening his eyes to glare in your direction.

Your rolled your eyes without sparing him a look, “Bite me”

Under other circumstances you would’ve had a much snarkier remark, but honestly, you couldn’t be bothered to feign annoyance upon finding two pre-rolled joints in the bag.

Smiling in success , you just so happened to miss the way Zoro’s eye widened at your words, his lovely asian glow intensified by the infiltrating thought of actually biting you.

That plush bronze skin that he knew smelled of cocoa butter and sweet almonds. Zoro’s gaze raked over your figure, strong thighs spilling out of your shorts, sun tanned cleavage shimmering with the flickering campfire. You had looked too alluring all fucking night.

Fuck, he felt like that Ero-fucking-cook.

Robin exchanged a knowing look with Franky, both of whom had witnessed Zoro’s reaction.

“Hey guys, found some pre-rolls in my bag. Down for a smoke?” Your voice filled the air.

Zoro grunted in acceptance, quickly taking another swig of his drink. It’s not mixed, just a tall glass of sake since Nami insisted he not drink from the bottle “like a savage.”

Robin offered you a playfully loving look, “Oh you know me so well.”

(Mommy Robin smokes do NOT pwm)

“I’ll take my leave here, I’m sure a few hits will take me out anyways.” Franky admitted, a loud yawn proving his point shortly after.

You three said your goodnights as the cyborg made his retreat to a comfy bed.

The chairs were spaced pretty decently apart, so you moved to take a seat on the grass between Robin and Zoro’s spots. You handed a pre-roll to Robin, allowing the woman to use her devil fruit power to reach a hand to the fire, effectively lighting the perfect roll.

Robin took a few quick pulls, dragging the light past the twisted end of the paper, before handing it off to you and starting the rotation.

“This,” Robin cleared her throat from a particularly harsh hit, “is some good shit.” her eyes were low and red, the lazy remains of a smile gracing her features.

Zoro nodded in agreement as you passed it to him.

“Have a little faith madame, who you know smokes more than me?” you spoke.

“Sanji.” Robin’s answer was quick to make Zoro snicker earning him a jab at his leg.

“Cigs don’t count, I’m bout to take my spliff back.” you huffed an empty threat.

Said woman only got up from her seat and patted the girl’s head, “You win (Y/N), you’re the biggest smoker. Thank you for the cyph.” The dark skin girl sprouted a victorious smile.

“However, I will be calling it a night, that Sake was a little too good.”

“Goodnight Robin, you’re always welcome to the cyphs~” You waved her off as Zoro grumbled a goodnight.

The second spliff was quick to light before you found perch on the arm of Zoro’s chair, making the rotation easier.

Another comfortable silence ensued, Zoro sneaking glances at the way the fat of your brown thighs splayed against the wooden furniture.

He was lost in thought, considering how your shimmery skin would look under the strength of his fingers. The poor man was so lost that he didn’t realize how long he had been inhaling until his lungs started to prickle and burn.

You looked over to the swordsman, curious as to why the spliff hadn’t returned yet. There he sat, face contorted and straining, before he began to cough and heave.

(if u ain’t choking, u ain’t smoking 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Grabbing the spliff before he could drop it, you clutched your stomach with laughter. You couldn’t help it, his face was just too funny.

“Fuck -hack- you” he grunted with effort, leaning backward in the chair to catch his breath. You turned, now sitting criss-crossed on the wide arm of his chair, a knee coming to rest on his ridiculously toned bicep.

“Man you wish! What? Can’t handle it?” you taunted, taking another drag. He turned his head with intentions of telling you off but was hit with your chest being pretty much level with his line of sight. On top of your usual sweet scent were the alluring notes of liquor and Zoro fucking loved that smell. It felt so raw and personal, to be up close to someone, drunk off of their intoxication.

His red eyes were trained on your face, a facade of annoyance at your words.

You eyed him back, secretly relishing in the heat of his skin against your own. The dramatic light of a slow dying fire accentuated his features so well, you couldn’t help but stare, eyes flitting from detail to detail.

Both of you had achieved a comfortable level of crossed, but in your inebriated state it definitely felt like you were much more discreet while admiring him.

You were brought back to reality by the feeling of your jaw between his fingers. “You sure it’s not you wishing for it?” Zoro’s voice was low, eyes lidded as he pulled your face level to his own.

The motion sent the first of many tingles down your spine. It’d be a lie to say you haven’t been thinking about him all night.

The subtle flex in his thigh when he shifted his legs wider, how his shirt would raise with every stretch, revealing little green hairs below his naval. His devilish tongue and how it would run up the back of his wide hand when sake splashed out of his cup.

You were much more aroused then you thought you ought to be. His words were tantalizing and your cheekiness won over as you slid from his side to straddle the man's waist, throwing the smoked out tip (the degradable kind) of the joint somewhere on the grass.

You leaned in to him, determined not to go down without some bite back, and offered a lick to the shell of his ear. Your action snapped him out of the pure shock of you in his lap, crotch so close he could almost feel your heat through his clothing.

“And if I am the one wishing?” you purred, hands coming up to caress the junctions between his neck and jaw.

You could feel Zoro’s hands on your waist, they were so thick, strong, holding you perfectly still against his body. “If I am the one thinking about you? Dreaming about just how good I could fuck you,” a hum reverberated in your throat, “What would you say?” you pressed your groin further into him, leaning back to bat your lashes.

Zoro huffed through his nose, a smirk taking over his dreamy features, his left hand sliding to grip the sides of your throat, “Then I would tell you how in over that pretty little head you are.” Alcohol lingered on his breath as he spoke, “How you’re not ready for me to fuck you.”

An airy laugh of disbelief bubbled from your constricted throat.

You had slept around a bit in your years before joining the crew and nearly every time you had sex, you were the one doing the fucking. You had men and women alike losing their minds, so it was amusing to you how bold Zoro had become.

Said man frowned at your reaction, his hold on your neck tightened and he pressed his hips up, which in turn sent a fleeting wave of pleasure to your core.

“You and that fucking laugh, (Y/N).” he all but growled, the intensity of his voice startling you. The way your name had tumbled off his lips had you subconsciously holding your breath. Zoro’s hand moved back to your face, squishing your cheeks a little hard. “So.. mocking, so.. condescending.. somebody’s got to pound that cockiness out of you.”

“Hah- you can fucking try.”

Zoro’s head tilted slightly at the challenge, observing your face for a moment, his eyes wandering, he looked deep in thought. After a second or two, his face was crashing into your own, your gasp was muffled by his lips when the swordsman kissed you. You kissed back as soon as you registered what was happening, grabbing his head, already trying to pull him closer.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, licking against your own muscle until you reciprocated, which didn’t take long. Your tongues clashed but there was no way you were winning this time. The man quite literally fought battles with that tongue.

Teeth clacked as you took hurried breaths between kisses drowning in the taste of liquor. Zoro’s tongue wrestled yours until your jaw began to ache before drawing away. Deep breaths mingled, eye contact simmering with a drunken passion much deeper than either of you realized at the moment.

Always at each others throats for one stupid reason or the other, it had taken a while for either of you to realize how well one fit with the other. So similar yet just different enough to compliment each other.

Your hand ran through his coarse green curls, “Zoro” you mumbled softly, thumbs rubbing slow circles into his temples. The tip of your nose grazed his own as he exhaled a shaky breath. He couldn’t remember the last time you said his name with anything but annoyance or taunting, it was exhilarating, it made his heart pound.

Your lips were so smooth on him, tongues coming to brush against each other again. The kiss was so telling, your arms wrapping around his neck, it felt as if you craved him with your whole soul. Every part of you wanted every part of him.

Zoro’s battle-worn hands ran up and down your side, briefly exploring the plains of your clothed ass before gripping the bottom of your thighs. He hummed with pleasure at the weight of them, pulling you impossibly closer yet removing his lips from your own.

One of his forearms secured itself under your backside before he stood up. You didn’t even wrap your legs around his waist, didn’t need to with the way Zoro had you pinned to his muscular body. You could feel the hard ridges and angles of his sculpted figure.

With his other hand he picked up the two bottles of liquor left outside before making the short trip into the house.

In the meantime your lips found work on the expanse of his neck and broad traps. You licked, kissed, and sucked as hard as you could, determined to leave traces of your presence, a little ‘(Y/N) was here.’

Zoro opened the door with a free finger and quickly made his way to one of the rooms in the far back of the house, locking the door in the process. He grunted when you nipped at his earlobe, tongue massaging the skin behind his piercings. You loved the way the cold metal felt against your face, those earrings were the very first thing you noticed on him and the feeling of them had your pussy clenching.

He placed you down on the bed, now seeming even more massive in front of you. You stood quickly, pressing a heated kiss to his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. Your hands made quick work of his vacation button up, allowing you more space to kiss his searing skin.

Zoro’s hum was content, grabbing his bottle of sake and taking a few heavy drinks, allowing you to kiss down his figure.

A hand ran lightly down Mihawk's scar on his front before stopping at his haramaki. He pulled it off quickly alongside his shirt, giving you access to his well defined v-line.

You were fucking drooling, it wouldn't be a surprise if you found of out he was the personification of some god, so dangerous, defined. . . delicious. His extensive training was rewarding in too many ways.

You tugged experimentally at the waistband on his shorts, looking Zoro in the eyes when you turned to him, pushing the man to sit on the bed as you sank to your knees. The sight of you so willing to stuff your mouth so full with his dick made Zoro the hardest he thinks he's ever been.

Zoro raised his hips, shimmying out of his pants, bulge even more prominent now, straining against light blue boxers. When he slipped those off too you’re eyes went a bit wide. The man was big, nine inches long and about an inch thick.

His cock slapped against solid abs, a slight curve to the left with a prominent vein on the bottom. The trail of short green hair that decorated his tanned body was in full view and that's when you decided that this must be the best sight in the world. You licked your lips, eager to get a taste of the precum squeezing from his darkened and excited tip.

Gently, you took the base of his dick in hand, leaning it towards you as you collected spit in your mouth. You let a glob dribble down to lubricate him while the green-haired man stared into your eyes.

Before you could move to put your lips on him, he was quick to tilt your chin up, the quarter full handle of whiskey in hand. You opened your mouth, tongue stuck out as you let the man pour liquor down your throat.

You drank eagerly, grabbing Zoro’s wrist when he went to pull the substance away, forcing him to keep pouring. You tightened your hold below his waist, gulping down the liquor and reveling in the burn against your throat.

‘It’s a trailer for the main event’ you reasoned with yourself.

“Fuuuck.” Zoro groaned at the sight, finally placing the bottle down somewhere you couldn't bother to acknowledge.

You licked your lips, smiling up at him the second your tongue finally met his cock, a quick breath left his lips as he studied your movements. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his hot, mushroom-y head, slowly starting to jerk your wet hand up and down his length.

You could hear Zoro's breathing get heavier and it only worked to excite you more, taking his tip into the warmth of your mouth earning a hiss from the divine man before your. Your tongue circled him as your hand increased the speed and pressure of its movements. His dick slid so comfortably in your hand, it didn't matter that you could barely get a proper hold.

An encouraging hand fell to the back of your head, tangling into the wild mane of curls that Zoro oh so adored.

You were surprised at his gentleness, not comprehending how realization had hit him like a truck the moment you lowered yourself between his knees. Here you were, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who managed to frustrate him to no end, who took over both his active and unconscious mind, who's thought had him whining and finishing himself with an embarrassing vigor.. was right here. Fulfilling a desperate fantasy of his just as eager, maybe even more so, than he was.

With every jerk of your hand, you took the man deeper into your mouth, the first soft groan dripped off his lips and you hummed with some pride. The vibration from your throat caused Zoro to grip at your hair, his back hunching over as the pleasure of your tight lips built higher and higher.

It was a struggle, fighting back your gag reflex, but you successfully covered his entire length, your hand now massaging at his tightening balls.

"Fu-uck your so good at this," Zoro's voice broke slightly at first. His demeanor had changed when he could feel his abdomen clenching, almost painfully, grappling with the conflicting pleasures of leaning back and letting you work his cock so wonderfully or fucking that cute little face.

He chose the latter.

Zoro pulled your head halfway off of him before pushing you back down, ensuing a startled moan and the swallowing of your throat around his heavy cock. "You're such a fucking whore, sucking this dick down your throat. Just can't get enough can you?" he leered, heavy eyes narrowed in your direction.

Your eyes glistened from your efforts as you looked up at him in horny surprise, you could feel an unbearable wetness between your legs from the dirty way he spoke to you. You were the one to drive people insane with your words, but you had to suck it up for now considering his dick was currently plugging your throat. Wet squelching sounded in the room, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips as Zoro began to use your mouth much faster.

Your arousal was rising exponentially as Zoro's strained grunts and cusses became louder and more frequent. They were so guttural, rumbling straight from his chest, you couldn't help but moan out on his cock, slurping and gargling as he face-fucked you to his likening. Your eyes rolled back and spit coated your chin, the feeling of your wet throat fluttering around him was sending him closer and closer to that edge.

He didn't want to cum down your throat, at least not tonight, and you knew that. Zoro tugged at your hair, a half-assed attempt at pulling you off, but your eyes returned to his own, brows furrowed in genuine agitation as you swatted at his hand. You would just have to make him cum again is all.

Taking the reigns, you began to viciously deep throat the swordsman, your hands balanced on the tree stumps he had for thighs; pressing your tongue against the sensitive spot at the very base of his cock and dragging it up before slamming your nose back into curly green hair on his pelvis. "Sh-shit (Y/N), fuck." Zoro groaned out above you, his breaths labored while his hand fisted your roots with a delicious burn.

"Mhmmm" you struggled to moan around him, his balls tightened in your hand and with a few more bobs of your head Zoro was spurting hot streams of viscous cum right down your throat.

You pulled your head off of him with a final harsh suck that had him shuddering, looking Zoro in his lustful eyes as you swallowed his load. He tasted good, a little sweet, salty, and tangy, pretty much everything about sucking Zoro's dick was proving to be both fun and rewarding.

With one last kiss to his sensitive tip, you raised to stand up, the movement of your jeans adding a bit of friction to your neglected core.

Zoro's eye followed you, hands coming to rub up and down your exposed waist as he caught his breath. Carefully, you pulled the cropped tank-top over head, discarding it somewhere in the room. Zoro's fingers fiddled with the button on your denim shorts, popping it open and pulling the zipper down.

You peered into black pupils as his hands tugged on the waist of your bottoms, he had to put in a fair bit of effort to get the material over your behind, "How'd you even get into these?" Zoro wondered more to himself than anything, marveling at the way he could see the sides of your ass jiggle from the front.

Sure Zoro had been with his fair share of women, a few men, but not a single one had captivated him the way you could. They didn’t even come close.

On top of that, only once the man finally managed to get your pants down to your ankles did he notice the soft, bright green, thong-like underwear and black lace bra you were wearing.

A low whistle streamed from Zoro's lips as he eyed you like a full set of weights, he twirled his finger around, "Spin for me," he said, somewhat as a suggestion but you smiled, turning a full 180 and looking back at him over your shoulder. His fingers traced patterns over your hips, your backside his center of attention before you turned back to face him.

"This f’me too?" he tugged at the elastic of your panties, the hue was a close match to his hair, plus, everyone knew that green was his color. Obviously.

You winked, crawling on top to straddle him once more, your wet core pressing against his hardening cock through the fabric. "Maybe they are. I was hoping you'd be taking them off for me."

Zoro groaned into the air, pressing his hips up into yours, his hands on your waist pulling you down. The pressure made you hum with delight, but before you could start to grind on him, Zoro was quick to roll over.

“I did say I’d be the one fucking you.” he pointed out with nonchalance, finally able to admire your form underneath him. Your legs were open, loose around his hips in your drunken confidence, giving Zoro the perfect sight of a little wet patch in your underwear. His thumb pressed on it making you jump a little, he chuckled and teasingly swiped his thumb up your slit.

Looking back up, he saw you had already taken off the bra, tits sitting pretty from your propped upper body. Zoro used his weight to pin you to the bed, his mouth quick to find your own, the kiss was strong and sloppy and left you out of breath as he proceeded to leave a wet trail up your jaw and down your neck.

You took a sharp inhale through your nose when Zoro’s callused fingers grazed over a nipple. It was so uncharacteristic, you thought, how gentle he could be with your body. You were expecting it rough, fast, animalistic… regardless, his touches left you spinning.

Prayers answered, Zoro’s pinches became stronger, making you mewl at the attention he paid your breast. Bites littered your now sensitive chest and upper shoulders as his mouth attached to your aching bud. Soft breaths and sighs flowed from your abused lips, waist squirming in neglect.

You moaned when he sucked, beginning to bite at your flesh. Zoro wanted you screaming, begging, whining under his hands, only to prove that you can’t handle what he can do to you. And trust, the motherfucker is gonna get what he wants.

Realization settled in when his precise wet tongue rimms your nipple, “Fucking tease,” you hissed your words coming out as more of a moan than you had hoped for.

Zoro rolled his eyes at you, letting his gaze traverse your skin as he leaned his weight onto his knees. The clapping sound of his slightly cupped hand coming to smack your pussy forced a struggled moan through your whole body, jerking further up onto the bed.

“Needy slut.” he quipped back, following your hips as his thumb pulled the panties to the side. Zoro’s dick pulsed at the sight of fat lips connected with your glossy essence. His thumb broke the seal of your wetness and the poor man nearly came at the way you leaked all over his finger.

“You’re too wet for your own good,” he chuckled with a hint of genuine admiration, thumb swiping over your entrance, pressing down hard when he found your clit. “Nngh~!” you moaned out, eyes nearly rolling back at the sudden sensation. His other hand grabbing his sake to take a long drink. “You’re not going to be able to take what I can give you, sexy little thing.”

“Oh please” you rolled your eyes with a huff despite feeling yourself tighten up involuntarily “You’re always so fast to talk so grand of yourself.” you keened slightly when you moved your hips against his finger.

“And when’s the last time I didn’t prove it?” Zoro smirked, an evil glint in his eye. The man didn’t give you a chance to even consider an answer before his face was on your pussy. Zoro’s thick arms wrapped around the fat of your ass and thighs, his weight stretching you open, barred out for his viewing pleasure, brown folds glistening in his face like a pretty glazed dessert. He stuffed his nose into your clit, hungrily taking in your scent.

‘Maybe’ you thought, ‘I am in over my head.’ Your face flushed a purple-ish hue, attempts to close your legs proving fruitless versus Zoro's brutish strength. His tongue hurriedly slid into your entrance, the tip just barely filling your hole. He wiggled around, collecting your juices, pushing them to smear over your clit.

A huffed breath left your lips as Zoro's show really began. His trained tongue was sturdy, unwavering in the way he ran tight circles around your bud. "O-ooh my god," your hands flew to grasp at his short, mossy hair in almost no time. The pressure of Zoro's tongue was unmatched, jaw well trained to endure hours of battle, inadvertently making him a pussy (& booty) munching god.

If there were two things Zoro loved, it was drinking and pussy, so being pussy-drunk, of all the ways to experience you, was right up his ally. His tongue was hot and wet, laid flat to engulf all of you before going back to poking and fucking into your sopping entrance. "Z-zoro!" you whimper-cried, no longer able to hold back, every technique he tested on your pussy building onto the last.

Your breathing was labored, you could feel random muscles tensing and straining from the intensity of Zoro's mouth on you. All of the people you slept with had to really put in work to make you cum, but this seemed to be second nature to Zoro, as distant pleasure began to knot in your abdomen.

He was better than your fucking vibrator.

Your pretty moans rang in his ears and he couldn't help but rut his length into the mattress beneath you two, groaning right back into your heat at the stimulation. Zoro popped his mouth off your cunt with harsh a suck to your clit, he wanted at least a glimpse of your face ‘If she sounds this beautiful she must look even better.’ was the general train of thought.

Zoro raised his head slightly, his black eyes narrowed from the angle as he caught sight of your flushed face, mouth parted with tousled hair, your chest rising and falling unevenly. And he was correct, you looked down right ethereal.

A whine bubbled in you at the loss but you were immediately shut up by his tongue back on your clit, rubbing and flicking shapelessly with a new vigor so overwhelming you could immediately feel your walls clenching. He then wiggled the tops of his ring and middle fingers into you, finger pads pushing up at the flesh of your heat.

The vibration of his own grunts were heavenly against your sensitivity, "Mmhmph! Zoro I-" The desperation in your voice caused him to fully thrust his thick fingers into your gaping pussy. The sensation had your back arching in his iron grip, shoulder blades digging into the springs of the mattress.

Your fingers laced together in his hair, pulling his rapid tongue even harder against you. "Z-Zoroo-o” a drawled out pornographic moan ripped from your throat, eyes nearly popping out of your skull. “O-oh, my, god.” your words were gutteral, cut with every gasping breath you could manage while Zoro bullied his fingers in and out of you.

“Look at you, such a dirty girl taking my fingers like that.” The man’s smile was devilish as he shifted up a little to watch your face scrunch in ecstasy. “Gonna cum on my fingers baby? You gonna make a mess of these sheets for me?” Zoro’s voice was low and gravely, the alcohol in his system causing him to speak every thought.

And the alcohol in your system had you submitting to his every word, you just couldn't find the willpower to go against him when he was treating your pussy so painfully good. He was so dominating, igniting every nerve along your skin, you nodded hurriedly at his question, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as he suffocated you with his presence. “Uh-uh” Zoro shook his head, doubling down his efforts and pistoning his digits into you, rocking the bed with his movements. "Gonna have to use your words mama,"

You clenched around him hard, feeling pleasure pool in your knotting abdomen. You were a sucker for pet names and he was unknowingly feeding right into it. "Zoro!" you cried out in his grip, your body running from the intensity, "Zoro Zoro I'm gonna-!"

He brought his tongue back to lick sloppy lines all over your clit and the area surrounding, he held you in place with one arm, your body in too much ecstasy to fight back. Zoro's ears were met with a ringing cry, "Zoro! I'm cumming!" your legs trembled in place around his neck, nails digging into his scalp. Zoro sucked lightly on your clit, drawing out your orgasm as you continued to cream all over his fingers and chin.

“Mm, you taste better than I thought." He crawls up to lay a chaste kiss on your bitten lips, eying your chest as you try to regulate your breathing. "That was so good," you admitted in a state of post-orgasmic delirium.

"Was?" Zoro questioned, his mouth closing in on your own, trailing you into another breathless, crushing kiss. You could just feel that sly-shit eating grin on face as again he locked your lower half in his meaty arms again with a speed you forgot he possessed. This time he pushed your legs up almost like a mating press. His thumbs were hooked into the backs of your thighs, fingertips on the bed, the force of his hands more than enough to render you more or less immobile once again.

Your hands grasped at the sides of his head, tugging it between your calves to press a heated kiss to his mouth. You moaned softly against his lips, tongues wet and hot against one another.

Your heart raced in its place, you couldn't do anything but stare, frozen in drunken anticipation as he glided back down your golden figure, hazy, sex driven eyes locked on your own with that billion bounty smile.

Both knees were pinned to your shoulders by his massive hands alone, broad arms stretched up to lock you in place. “You said you could take it, right?” Zoro mused, there wasn’t even time to contemplate his words before Zoro’s forefingers came to cling behind your waist. The man proceeded to lift your entire fucking body into the air. Immediately his hot mouth cupped the whole of your pussy, angling you such that the only way to balance was with your core on his face and your hands clutching at his hair.

Zoro’s tongue reached far deeper into your sensitive cunt than before and there was nothing you could do but try to accept the overwhelming pleasure he poured into you. A coarse moan ripped through your throat as his tongue began to move rapidly against the wet surface of your pussy. Your core clenched and burned with the effort it took to stay up straight. His nose nudged and bumped upwards against your clit sending an addictive pleasure throughout your figure.

“Zo- Zoro-!” your overstimulated cries were as desperate as he was relentless. The sight of his firm arms supporting your weight coupled with the feeling of Zoro’s menacingly strong tongue licking and stretching your poor little pussy out made it impossible to ignore the white pleasure that blinded your nerves with zero warning.

“OhMyGodZoro-! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” Your climax hit you full force, and you whimpered beautifully into the air. You glanced down in your struggle to regain breath, eyes widening at the sight of Zoro’s face, neck and even shoulders soaked. There was a successful glimmer in his eye. “Squirter and a creamer” he grinned, the movements of his lips against your sensitivity made your face bloom with heat and your body twitch in his grasp. “Put me down” You huffed out breathlessly and rolling your eyes at his comment. The pressure of his structured face on your core was not aiding in the recovery from your second orgasm of the night.

“If you insist.”

You could feel his sinister intent as soon as he shuffled to lock his elbows under your knees, securing his large hands around your waist Zoro held your body against the surface of the bed. Your fingers digging into his forearms as he lifted your lower half into the air.

A hoarse moan of his name drew his attention to you, your hand ran down the length of his arm, fingertips brushing at his lips, still wet and shiny. It was your attempt at getting him slow down if only for a second. Zoro’s face drew a wide drunken smile as he folded you slightly to press a kiss to your wanting mouth. Emotions were all over the place what with your body singeing with pleasure and his need to make you feel good. His kiss absolutely melted you, body relaxing into him.

Zoro studied your messy, post-orgasm face with satisfaction, he held your sexy, arched body such that the tip and underside of his hot dick was running up and down your slit with the movement of his hips. You groaned, you could feel your pussy blooming to finally take him despite being licked raw minutes before.

He let a bit of spit fall onto your pulsing clit, adding to the feeling of your wetness against his cock.

“What’d ya say?”

Zoro’s voice had your lidded gaze pulling off his pretty dick to his face. “Hmm?” Your voice was tired and strained and the emptiness of your needy hole was wearing your patience thin. “What, do you, say?” he repeated himself slowly, your confusion chipping at your arousal. “Zoro-“ your attitude was quickly resurfacing, the swordsman could hear it in your voice.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, interrupting your attempt at protesting by filling you completely with his dick. He wanted to keep you this cute and submissive, at least until the end of the night. “Oh fuck” there were stars in your eyes with the way Zoro stretched you out, a beautiful pressure emanating from your core. An unfiltered moan erupted from his chest and made you clench hard on him.

“The answer was please~” His hips drew back before pushing into your plush walls with a seductive roll of his waist line. Zoro could admit he was showing off a little, but the way you openly ogled his figure between your legs and moaned with unabashed lust at the sight made him all the more eager to undo you on his dick.

A deep hum reverberated in his chest as he continued to offer long strokes to your quivering pussy. “Z-zoro~” desire dripped off your tongue and your legs stretched wider with an addictive burn. Zoro raised a brow, continuing his just too slow pace. “Little slut, acting like you want more like you weren’t just pushing my face away.” Your face ran a flushed shade of purple at his words, the way he treated you was dynamic and had your already inebriated mind spinning in the best way possible.

Zoro picked up his pace, his eyes catching yours, daring you to look away from him. Both of you knew you couldn’t, even with your eyes nearly rolling back from the way he was fucking you. Hips snapping, pussy squelching with the aftermath of his tongue, his dick was filling you up so perfectly. There was a burn in your stomach when Zoro’s hands squeezed tighter at your waist, your own scratching at what you could reach of his broad shoulders.

There was a stutter in your voice and your body jerked at his intensity. “Mmmh, Zoroo~ Y-you’re gonna make me cum againn” you drawl out to the man. Zoro’s lucid motions were unfazed.

“Then cum.”

The way his gaze burned solidified Zoro’s demand. Your eyes actually rolled back this time as your body was proving itself to be his to command. You came hard again, Zoro fucking you straight through your third orgasm. Your whimpers were a few octaves higher as he allowed your lower half to hit the mattress, pushing you down into a mating press. Dick still in you Zoro actually started to sped up.

“W-wait Zoro-“ you tried to plead with him, you could feel your body falling into a numb yet increasingly pleasurable tingle, it was too much. “Wait?” Zoro slowed down just a little, body curling over yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tried to drowned himself in your scent, “for what?”. Your face reddened and he bit back a smile as he felt you growing flustered.

Zoro’s hips still sliding in and out of you, “I-“ he thrusted sharply watching your eyes threaten to cross at the sudden sensation.

“You…?” he teased, returning to a slow pace that he could feel was getting you impossibly wetter.

“Zoro! It’s too much!” you whined out in frustration, tears beading at your lash line. Your arms were now around his neck, clawing at the expanse of his upper back. “Aww, what happened baby?” he cooed, Zoro’s lips were at your ear as he picked up some speed,

“Can’t handle it?”

You couldn’t even remember having said those words to him earlier, but there was a victoriously cheeky smile on his rugged face when you shook your head fast. Tears rolled onto your plump cheeks, a strangled moan escaping your lips when you fully u understood that he was not finished with you yet.

“Zoro ple-ease!” the tone of your voice was desperate, for more or less you couldn’t tell.

“One more mama, j-just gimme one more.” his voice was lustful and slurred as he began to piston his dick right into your g-spot, balls slapping against your ass. You choked his name out as legibly as possible, your whines and moans were pitched and short of breath as you felt your eyes losing focus.

Zoro marveled at the sight of you, pretty curvy body smushed under his weight, there was spit dribbling from the corner of your mouth and your eyes crossed threatening to close. A slap to the side of you ass just barely had your attention back on Zoro as he rose to his knees after stealing the air from your lungs with a kiss.

You were so tight and warm around him Zoro knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His thumb rubbed fast circles into your clit earning a high moan of his name. “Mm such a tight fucking pussy,” Zoro growled out, committing to memory the way you mewled and your body trembled.

He used the corner of his palm, right under his thumb, to brush away stray tears on your face. “You’re so pretty like this,” he gasped, hips stuttering at the way you gripped him from the praise.

“Z-zoro,” his name seemed to be the only thing coming out of your mouth and he was enjoying it to its fucking fullest.

“Fuck (Y/N)…” Your green haired wonder was breathless, mesmerized by the way sweat glistened over the hickies he left across your chest. “Fuck,” Zoro’s thumb moved faster, body leaning back in so to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You grabbed the side of his jaw, pulling him down to kiss you, whimpering into his mouth Zoro felt your body quake harder.

“Go ahead, baby,” he managed to grunt out between powerful, erratic thrusts. With a final moan of his name against his lips you were squeezing almost too tight as you gushed and spasmed around his cock.. “Fuck!” Zoro leaned his weight on his elbows, his body relaxing over you as he spilled into your pretty cunt.

A light groan was pulled from your swollen lips when Zoro pulled himself from you, he watched, biting the inside of his lip, as a mix of you both leaked onto the curve of you ass and down to the bedsheets. It made him wanna fuck you again.

Your breath was shaky as you tried to regulate yourself. Zoro rolled, the skin of his back finding relief against the cool sheets beside you. You could hear him breath deeply through his nose, knowing his eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping.

A few moments of silence were followed by Zoro watching with one eye as you shuffled slowly on the bed, reaching over his head to grab a still-open bottle of liquor from the bed stand.

He licked at your titty you didn’t realize had been hung over his face, your body tensed for a second and you couldn’t really fight the smile that graced your features despite smacking his head lightly. You leaned on your side, facing Zoro with one arm propping your head up. He turned slightly to face you, a hand coming to trace shapes on your still trembling hips.

He grinned at the fact, watching as you drank a shot or two.

“I told ya you couldn’t handle it.”

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ecofriendlyrubbishremoval · 3 months ago

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Eco-Friendly Rubbish Removal Tips: Sorting Glass, Plastic, and Cardboard for Recycling in Perth

Recycling plays a vital role in reducing waste and preserving the environment, especially in Perth, where sustainability is a growing priority. For residents and businesses alike, adopting eco-friendly rubbish removal practices can make a significant difference. This guide outlines practical tips for sorting glass, plastic, and cardboard effectively, ensuring your recycling efforts align with best practices.

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Sorting Glass for Recycling

Glass recycling requires careful preparation to ensure its effectiveness and to avoid contamination in recycling streams. Start by thoroughly rinsing glass bottles and jars to remove food residue, as unclean glass can compromise the quality of recycled materials. Additionally, labels can remain on the glass, but metal lids, caps, and plastic seals should be removed and placed in the appropriate recycling or waste streams.

It’s important to distinguish between recyclable and non-recyclable glass items. Glass bottles and jars are widely accepted in recycling programs, but other glass types such as mirrors, ceramics, window panes, and light bulbs are often non-recyclable due to their different melting points and material compositions. These items should be taken to specialised facilities for disposal.

For convenience, use the designated glass recycling bins provided by your local council or waste management companies. Some councils also offer glass collection services, making it easier to participate in recycling initiatives. Partnering with waste management Perth experts ensures that your glass waste is handled efficiently and responsibly.

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Plastic is one of the most versatile and commonly used materials, but it can also be one of the most challenging to recycle. To make recycling plastic easier, begin by checking the recycling symbols typically found at the bottom of plastic items. Symbols 1 (PET) and 2 (HDPE) are the most commonly recyclable plastics and are accepted by most local recycling facilities. However, plastics labelled with other numbers (e.g., 3, 4, 5, or 6) may require specialised recycling processes or may not be recyclable at all in certain areas.

Before recycling, rinse out any food or liquid residue from plastic containers. Flatten bottles to save space in your recycling bin, and keep caps on bottles unless local guidelines specify otherwise. Separating different types of plastics is crucial, especially distinguishing between rigid plastics like containers and soft plastics such as shopping bags, which are not always accepted in kerbside bins. Many supermarkets in Perth now offer dedicated collection points for soft plastics, ensuring they are recycled properly.

For larger volumes of plastic waste, such as that generated by businesses, engaging with junk removal Perth providers can help streamline recycling efforts. These providers often have access to facilities that specialise in processing different types of plastics, ensuring that recyclable materials are diverted from landfills. By taking these extra steps, you contribute to a more efficient recycling system and help mitigate the environmental challenges posed by plastic waste.

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Cardboard recycling is one of the simplest yet most impactful ways to reduce waste and support environmental sustainability. Begin by ensuring that all cardboard is clean and free from contaminants such as food, grease, or oil. Contaminated cardboard cannot be recycled and can ruin entire batches of recyclable materials. For example, pizza boxes often have greasy areas; while the clean sections can be recycled, greasy parts should be composted or disposed of as general waste.

Flattening cardboard boxes is essential to maximise the capacity of your recycling bins and storage areas. This also helps streamline the collection and transportation process for rubbish removal Perth providers. Use a box cutter or scissors to break down larger boxes if necessary. If you have a significant amount of cardboard waste, such as from a business or during a move, bundle flattened boxes with twine or string to make handling easier for collection services.

Wet or water-damaged cardboard should be separated and either dried before recycling or disposed of responsibly, as moisture can weaken the fibres and compromise the recycling process. Businesses generating large amounts of cardboard waste can work with waste management Perth services that specialise in bulk cardboard recycling. These companies often offer tailored solutions, such as designated collection days, ensuring that all materials are processed efficiently.

Additional Eco-Friendly Tips for Residents & Businesses

Educating household members or employees on the importance of recycling is a critical first step toward fostering a culture of sustainability. Provide clear instructions on what can and cannot be recycled and label bins with specific categories like "Glass," "Plastics," "Cardboard," and "General Waste." Visual guides placed near bins can help minimise sorting errors.

Collaborate with professional rubbish removal Perth and waste management Perth companies to handle large-scale recycling requirements efficiently. These providers often offer specialised services for businesses, such as regular collection schedules and tailored recycling plans, ensuring compliance with environmental standards.

Composting organic waste separately is another eco-friendly practice that prevents contamination of recyclable materials. Items like fruit peels, coffee grounds, and yard waste can be composted to produce nutrient-rich soil for gardens, reducing the volume of waste sent to landfills. Perth residents and businesses can also explore local green waste programs to optimise organic waste management.

Stay informed about recycling guidelines issued by your local council, as rules often vary depending on the area. For example, some councils may accept specific types of plastic or provide separate collection bins for glass and cardboard. Regularly updating your knowledge ensures you are compliant and maximising your recycling impact.

Why Proper Sorting Matters

Proper waste sorting is critical to supporting environmental initiatives and creating a sustainable future. When materials like glass, plastic, and cardboard are sorted correctly, they can be processed into new products, reducing the need for raw materials and preserving natural resources. For example, recycling one tonne of cardboard saves approximately 17 trees, 7,000 gallons of water, and significant amounts of energy.

For businesses, working with junk removal Perth services enables the repurposing of sorted materials, reducing landfill dependency and contributing to the circular economy. These services often partner with recycling facilities to ensure that valuable resources are not wasted. By participating in proper waste sorting, businesses can not only enhance their sustainability credentials but also reduce waste management costs through more efficient disposal methods.

In addition, properly sorted recycling helps conserve energy by minimising the processing required for raw materials. For example, recycling aluminium saves up to 95% of the energy needed to produce new aluminium from bauxite ore. By adopting these practices, both residents and businesses in Perth can play a pivotal role in reducing their carbon footprint and fostering a cleaner, greener environment.

Final Thoughts

Eco-friendly rubbish removal starts with effective sorting. Residents and businesses in Perth can lead the way by implementing these practical recycling practices. Whether you manage waste independently or rely on services like rubbish removal Perth, your efforts contribute to a sustainable future. For expert guidance and assistance, consult local waste management Perth providers to optimise your recycling efforts. Together, we can make Perth cleaner and greener.

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1 Zero Waste Citizen - Knowledgebase

Recycling: Types and Best Practices:

Recycling plays a pivotal role in our collective efforts to reduce waste, conserve resources, and protect the environment. By transforming discarded materials into new products, recycling helps conserve energy, reduce pollution, and decrease the demand for raw materials. However, to maximize the effectiveness of recycling, it is essential to understand the different types of recycling and adopt best practices.

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i want dick grayson to be annoyingly perfect in the smallest of unimportant ways. and i want it to irritate the living hell out of everyone around him

every now and then, jason and dick will go to different chili dog carts around the city, and dick will sit and nod in agreement as jason nitpicks the food, occasionally offering his own two cents. the conversations are tense and if the topic strays from anything except food jason books it, but it’s progress, and dick’s grateful. but he doesn’t understand why jason always growls at him when he’s preparing his chili dogs, chalking it up to jason’s obsessiveness about that food in particular. dick figures he’s probably doing it wrong. until one day, jason bites out a rough question, asks him how he did that. dick’s confused, until jason points out, “you tear open the top of the ketchup packet in a perfect line every time. and you get all of the ketchup out of the packet in one smooth squeeze, and you never get any on your fingers, and i don’t understand how.”

roy was, arguably, a better archer than ollie. green arrow had been birthed from the island, from the trauma of survival. roy, however, had been practicing since he was a kid, and now that he was well into his twenties, he could safely say he was one of the best shots in the world. he could beat all his friends at darts, shoot an apple off wally’s head, and was generally pretty awesome. or, he would be awesome, if only dick fucking grayson would stop making every single shot of anything he threw in a trash can. no matter what he was throwing away, no matter the angle, no matter the wind or rain, as long as the trashcan was in eyesight, anything dick tossed would inevitably end up inside the garbage. sometimes, dick barely even glanced at the damn thing, just took note of it a threw the trash, expecting it to land in the proper place. and it always did. the worst part was, dick didn’t even seem to notice it. he wasn’t actively trying to make every shot. when asked, dick just shrugged and said “we had some pretty good knife throwers in the circus.”

tim’s memories starting out as robin were a whirlwind, a push-pull of bruce’s mistrust, then bruce’s acceptance, of dick’s fear and hesitation, then of dick’s love. he still remembered dick making the two of them hot chocolate in the kitchen after a day of training, tim’s muscles sore and entire body aching but the feeling of pride, because he was good enough to be robin, he knew he was. he hadn’t expected that to happen anytime soon again, given the way their relationship had fractured after tim had left dick’s batman, a terrified fury in his eyes. yet, he’d been proven wrong when, after a particularly rough arkham breakout, alfred asked both dick and tim to stay instead of returning to their own apartments. just because the manor brought back a feeling of warm nostalgia, however, doesn’t mean it kept the nightmares away. he came down to the kitchen and saw dick already up, moving around the stovetop. with a knowing look in his eyes, dick grabbed another mug to make tim some hot chocolate. tim was washed over with a feeling of relief, of acceptance. dick slid the mug towards him and tim took a sip, letting the rich chocolate warm him up from the inside. it was delicious. his little sigh of pleasure must have been audible, but then he remembered something he noticed. “dick. did you use alfred’s recipe for this?” and dick laughed, responded with, “nah. too much work. i just sort of tried to remember what was in hot chocolate, and eyeballed most of the ingredients. i’m glad it turned out good though. no clumps too, that’s good.”

donna didn’t care how old she got, playing in the park with dick never got old. as one of her oldest friends, the two of them could just walk around the park, in companionable silence, just letting themselves relax and enjoy the moment. so, of course, dick would break the silence and ask if she had any earbuds, because it was getting to quiet for him. donna laughed, and reached inside her pocket, fingered past the keys, and grabbed the headphones. the tangled little ball that came out made her sigh, and she pulled on an earbud to loosen it, only managing to make one of the many knots tighter. then, dick took the headphones out of her hands with a here, i got it, and with a few quick tugs, the tangled monstrosity unraveled easy as breathing. then, completely unaffected, he handed her an earbud, putting the other in his own ear. “i’m the one who’s got a lasso,” she said, ignoring dick’s snort and quip about how earbuds and a lasso are two completely different things, donna.

cass hadn’t expected to enjoy such a gentle, graceful form of athletics, but after a few lessons, it had become apparent that ballet could be far from gentle. it pushed her, made her practice and strengthen herself, and she’d fallen in love with the art quickly. however, the most frustrating part of the entire thing had little to do with actually dancing. the school bruce had helped pick out was prestigious, which meant a strict dress code, which meant her hair had to be in a bun. unfortunately, her hair never seemed to want to cooperate. after her latest attempt, falling into a mess of hair at her nape that had so many locks falling out, cass contemplated how mad the teacher would be if she showed up in a ponytail. at that moment, dick peeked into her room, having heard her frustrated noise, and asked if he could do anything to help. cass pointed to the mess of hair, not even remotely contained by the hair tie, and blew a strand out of her face. dick smiled with understanding, then came into her room, grabbing the comb on her bed and standing behind her in front of the mirror. he smoothed her hair with the comb, then pulled it this way and that, twisting and turning and wrapping until, two minutes later, a picture perfect bun sat atop her head. cass blinked with surprise. “first try,” she said, staring up at him, but he just shrugged and said, “it’s not that hard. you want me to drop you off?”

bruce could admit that he rather enjoyed undercover missions. it was an extended game with high stakes, a test of his own acting skills. with makeup changing his face, an expertly made wig, and a demeanor completely different from both brucie wayne and from batman, he swept through the crowd of greasy men, looking for a specific contact. then, he caught sight of someone specific indeed, though they weren’t his contact. eyebrows raised in a what are you doing here? gesture, he slid onto a barstool. from behind the bar, dick offered him a blinding smile, cleaning a glass. he tapped his wrist twice, a clear message. undercover, same as you. then, dick grabbed a couple bottles from underneath a shelf, flipping them in his hand and pouring with grandeur. bruce noticed he hadn’t put any alcohol in his little mixture, only making it seem as if he had. the flashy moves were entertaining, bruce could give him that. dick slid him the drink and bruce took a sip, eyebrows raising in brief surprise. “this is good. bartending?” dick put the bottles and the lemon away, unimpressed. “it’s not like it’s hard. just mixing a couple ingredients. no biggie.” bruce was fairly certain bartending was more difficult than that, but just then, his target came into view.

steph understood some of the bats’ frustration with dick, she really could. he hadn’t exactly been a welcome and opening batman, that’s for sure. regardless, as the few masks left in gotham had to work together, and she’d gotten to know the man pretty well. and she enjoyed his company as nightwing much more than batman. she dropped onto his balcony in his bludhaven apartment, announcing her presence in that loud-subtle way. dick was nestled in a couple blankets on the couch, going over a couple files, apparently just back from patrol if the small bandage on his neck and bags under his eyes were any indication. nevertheless, he brightened when he saw her and she nodded when he asked if she wanted to spend the night. he moved some of the papers to make room for her on the couch, but she flitted into his bathroom, going through the nail polish bottles she knew he had, and grabbing a shade of red that caught her eye. she tossed him the bottle and put her fingers in his lap, talking aimlessly about a movie she watched with cass. dick seemed to relax amidst her jabbering, and he shook the bottle a couple times before opening it and focusing on her right hand. but as he started, steph paused her rambling and focused on him instead, holding her hands gently and brushing paint onto her nails. he managed to cover her entire nail in three easy strokes, smooth and glossy, not a hint of paint on her skin. the nail was practically perfect. oh god she was jealous. “got a lot of practice with this, grayson?” she asked, and laughed at dick’s mock-offended of course not!

damian wasn’t one for photography, and he could grudgingly admit drake was far better at that particular skill than he was. however, his art class had promised to cover all types of media, and had upheld that pledge. the next two weeks were dedicated to photography, and their final project for the unit had to be a small collection of photographs. animal photography, of course, was damian’s chosen subject, and the knowledge that animal photography was one of the hardest skills to master only had damian wanting to do it more. days later, however, he could admit that it was trickier than expected. how had he never noticed how active his animals were? they never sat still, and every single picture came out blurry. grayson, upon coming across him in the manor grounds, noticed his futile attempts and asked if he could help. damian acquiesced the camera to grayson, who looked through the lens, finding the right angle and background, adjusting the focus settings slightly. then, he let out a sharp whistle and snapped his fingers. in nothing short of a miracle, damian’s pets pasued to look at him, only for a second, and the shutter clicked furiously. damian flipped through the photos, a good many of them clear and wonderful. damian snapped in irritation when dick ruffled his hair and said, “now you try!” it definitely wasn’t as easy as grayson made it look.

babs didn’t really know what she was expecting when she broke up with dick. there was hurt on both ends, and distance for a while, and she had no idea how much she’d miss him. but after a couple months of working together, of remembering that underneath the romantic tangles, their friendship was strong, she’d gotten to the point of dick randomly dropping by her apartment again. the downside was, dick kept randomly dropping by her apartment again. he stole her snacks and messed up her filing system and was so irritating that barbara almost forgot how relieved she was at having one of her best friends back. fortunately, it did come with benefits, because when he was bored, he did some of her chores for her. pausing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of dick folding her clothes and putting them away. the gesture was platonic now, but no less appreciated. she pushed her wheelchair forward, and in greeting, dick told her how much he wanted to steal all her patterned socks. babs reminded him they wouldn’t fit, and laughed at his pout. dick grabbed one sock off the top of the laundry basket, then dug his hand into the pile of clothes randomly, coming up with the second sock in an instant. folding them together, he repeated the process for each pair. “that...that was fast. you got all of them?” babs asked in confusion. “yes? why, did you expect some to be missing?” was dick’s reply as he shook the wrinkles out of a sweater.

wally was never surprised. he knew dick better than probably most people in the world. he’d gone from frustrated and jealous of dick’s random talents, to admiring and appreciative, to just accepting them as a fact of life. dick’s phone never cracked if he accidentally he dropped it. dick never buttoned up shirts wrong, aligning each button with the right hole perfectly on the first try. dick could plug in usb ports the right way. dick always remembered which light switch was for which room, no matter whose house they were at. dick could pop a cd out of its case without ever smudging the disk, holding it by the rim perfectly. and dick always seemed to know when wally needed a day off, to just visit their old haunts, grab some ice cream, and spend the day talking away on a rooftop. that was just something his best friend could do. and wally would never tell dick, but underneath his fake irritation at it, but he loved him for it.

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lunaralight09 · 4 years ago

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Could you do books that the scps might read?

Books that the SCPs might read

SCP 035 Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins Anna is shipped off to boarding school in Paris where she meets the super-charming Etienne, and that's when things get interesting. I was a squealing, giggly, mush-fest all the while through reading this book. Stephanie Perkins knows just how to turn a seemingly ordinary love story into an unputdownable read. SCP 040 Your Brain Needs a Hug: Life, Love, Mental Health, and Sandwiches Just the title of this book by Rae Earl makes us feel a little lighter. And we don’t know about you, but our brains could definitely use a hug right now. While the book is geared towards teens, we found Earl’s advice to be relevant for all ages — particularly for anyone who struggles with depression, anxiety, social media addiction, and self-esteem issues. TBH, pretty much anyone can benefit from this book! SCP 049 And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini And the Mountains Echoed is such an amazing and heartwarming read. It's about a pair of siblings that fate cruelly separates and then finally reunites. A must-read for its simple yet gripping narration and amiable characters. SCP 049-j The Red Notebook by Antoine Laurain This is a French romance novella, and basically a love letter to book lovers. There's mystery, romance, and some of the most beautifully crafted sentences and paragraphs I have ever read. The ending is so sweet, even though you wonder how you ever got there so soon. SCP 053 Lulu and the Rabbit Next Door by Hilary McKay Lulu and her cousin help their neighbor Arthur learn to love and care for his (neglected) rabbit. She doesn’t want her neighbor to feel bad so she writes the rabbit little notes with helpful gifts signed from her own pet rabbit named Thumper. It’s a kind way to show Arthur how to take care of his new pet SCP 073 HumanKind: Changing the World One Small Act At a Time Looking for heart-warming stories of kindness and compassion? HumanKind by Brad Aronson was made for you. But the book isn’t only full of uplifting stories that will move you to happy tears, it’s also packed with practical and actionable tips for how to be kinder in your everyday. One thing is for sure: after you put this book down, you’ll feel inspired to do something nice for someone else. And because of that, we think this is one of the best books on the planet! SCP 076 Do Unto Animals We absolutely DEVOURED this book by Tracey Stewart. Whether you’re looking for tips on how to better understand skunks and squirrels or read your pet’s body language, every page is full of compassionate wisdom about to treat animals in a way that they deserve. Also, the illustrations are absolutely beautiful — we nearly wanted to pet the pages because the animal drawings were so lovable. SCP 079 Walden (Henry David Thoreau) With the outdoorsman renaissance happening as we speak, it is nice to look back at one of the books that probably started it. Walden isn’t the bore you read back in middle school, it takes time to appreciate like a nice bottle of red. Thoreau’s masterpiece tackles so much while quietly nudging your brain into activity. It also makes you want to build a cabin SCP 096 Black Beauty by Anna Sewell Told from the perspective of the horse, this story is so beautifully written that it's easy to get lost in it's pages. I laughed and cried, as did my daughter when she read it. SCP 105 Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury Warm and fuzzy the whole way through, Dandelion Wine is by far the best story to make you feel good. Though I'm not the correct age to directly relate to the young adult story, I still felt the warm summer days and the wonder of it all. SCP 106 Catch-22 – Joseph Heller “War is hell,” is the old adage we all know, but Catch-22 looks to modify that a bit. Instead, war becomes super goddamn weird. The book follows a bomber squadron in the Second World War whose collective sanity is slowly being eroded by whatever passes for power. Throughout it all, the main character keeps trying to prove himself insane enough to be kicked out of the Navy, which is precisely why he can’t

be kicked out. Which is a catch 22 and yes, this is where the phrase comes from. It’s a great extrapolation of quirks and idiosyncrasies we see in day to day life, only this time, they’re affecting war SCP 134 (I know she don't have eyes . But there is a books for blind people) A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass A Mango-Shaped Space is about a 13-year-old girl with synesthesia (she can see, taste, and hear colors) and her journey in getting a diagnosis and accepting herself and all her differences. It's sort of a coming-of-age story, too. As someone with multiple chronic illnesses who has gone through the same process at the same age, this really was an incredible reading experience. One of my favorite quotes is "We all do the best we can, trying to keep all the balls in the air at once." I recommend it to everyone. SCP 173 Rabbit, Run (John Updike) The greatest mid-life crisis novel of all time doesn’t actually deal with a mid-life crisis at all. Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom is 26 when he decides to leave his wife and son for a new life. Of course, what that new life is, and what exactly he wants out of it isn’t clear to the reader or to Rabbit himself. It will strike a cord with all men who struggle with the idea of settling down. SCP 239 The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling SCP 682 THE WOLF AND THE WATCHMAN BY NIKLAS NATT OCH DAG If you're the kind of person that can't get enough of Scandi noir films, TV shows and literature, then Niklas Natt och Dag's The Wolf And The Watchman should be next on your reading list. Set in 18th-century Stockholm, this tale is as dark as it gets, following the titular watchman and a detective as they hunt down the killer behind a dismembered corpse that appears in a local pond. As gruesome as it is gripping, it's the perfect literary companion as the nights get longer and increasingly eerie. SCP 847 The Case Against Satan by Ray Russell Two priests are called in to examine a girl who might be possessed by the devil. The Exorcist, right? Nope, it’s Ray Russell‘s The Case Against Satan, a novel of theological horror that beat William Peter Blatty’s book to print by eight years. The Case Against Satan is as much the story of a crisis of faith as it is a supernatural tale, and readers looking for a nuanced take on both should give it a try SCP 953 THE PILLOW BOOK BY SEI SHŌNAGON If you want to learn a bit more about the Japan of the past – and also, weirdly, all of us in the present – The Pillow Book is a cult classic you should absolutely try. Sei Shōnagon was a lady-in-waiting in the court of Empress Teishi in the year 1000 and here she collects her thoughts and musings about court life. To read a woman more than 1,000 years ago being as philosophical, neurotic and scandalous as anyone is today on social media is a thrill that lasts from the start to the end. SCP 1678 Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden Absolutely moving, the struggles Sayuri faces are painted so beautifully by Arthur Golden's masterful craft that you totally empathize with her as she grows and triumphs in a world designed to see her fail. The ultimate conclusion of the novel fills me with such warmth — it's both entirely unexpected and wholeheartedly appreciated.

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet Extended

Joker/52 x Female Reader NSFW / Mentions of past abuse No established timeline Established relationship

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

“Uh, JJ?” Y/N watched the man practically run out of the room not even a minute after they had both finished up. Had she said or done something? Y/N pulled the blanket up to her chest after sitting up and worried that he wasn’t going to come back… This wasn’t the first time he’d done something strange after they had had sex but it was the first time he’d left; she brought her knees up and couldn’t help the tears that were threatening to spill out of her eyes. “I got water, alcohol, juice and I put the kettle on in case you want something hot, I also grabbed some snacks in case you were hungry - oh and I grabbed some body wipes too!” Joker had piled everything he had mentioned onto a tray and brought it to the side of the bed, placing everything down before then grinning at her like he had done something really innovative. The grin dropped quickly as he noticed her watery eyes and the slight quiver of her lip. The man sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight in his slight panic, “What did I do? Did I hurt you? Did I push you?” Joker had had a shitty childhood that had followed into his young adult life, he remembered all the times he was forced to do something or it was forced on him, he remembered being left cold and in pain with no-one giving two shits; it terrified him that he might have inflicted the same kind of pain on her. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” Y/N pushed against him just enough to be able to look at his worried face, “You didn’t do anything… I definitely wanted that but it’s just… you left, right after and…” she realised now he had run out to get her food and drink, things to take care of her if she needed it. He had asked her last time about aftercare and how he wasn’t sure how to best provide it for her. She had told him that a bottle of water might be appreciated and hadn’t expected him to take it so far as snacks. “I thought you’d just left me.” “No way,” he kissed her cheeks as he squished her face a little between his hands, “Now, you want water, juice, vodka or tea?” The man was completely oblivious as to his awkward after sex etiquette.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

‘They’re like stilts.” Joker chuckled as she poked at his leg, “I like being taller than everyone else.” He likes his legs; he liked that he could move ridiculously fast, that he was flexible and able to kick someone in the face without having to get too close. “You love it when I lean over you like a big creep.” “That’s because I love creeps, apparently.” Y/N grabbed the collar of his top and pulled him down for a kiss, “What do you love about me? Physically?” “Hmm,” Joker gave it a little thought, straightening back up and lighting another cigarette, “Physically… that’s a tricky one. What do I love about my queen of hearts?” He liked everything, it was hard to pick just one thing; he turned his grin on her all of a sudden and smacked her backside, “I like your ass.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Running his fingertips through the cum leaking out of his lover, Joker slowly pushed it back inside her entrance, gently fingering her and relishing in the wet, warm feeling of her freshly fucked hole. “T-thats gross…” Y/N blushed and looked away from his fascinated expression. “I think it’s pretty.” He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, “We’re all mixed together, impossible to separate.” Only he could make something like this sound almost romantic.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Y/N watched as Joker played with his deck of cards, shuffling them more expertly than any dealer in the big casinos, he then began to hum as he set out a game of solitaire. Sometimes he snuck into her apartment just to be there with her; it wasn’t always a booty call. There was something she noticed when he opened a brand new pack of cards though, something she wasn’t sure he was entirely conscious of doing. The long haired man would always pull out and burn one of the cards to ash before replacing it with the joker card. Last time Y/N had mentioned it he had packed everything up and told her he had business to attend to before leaving.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

“What’s this thing?” Y/N looked over at him from where she was putting away her clothes, her cheeks became a little warm as she saw he was playing with a vibrating cock ring. “It goes at the base of your dick… makes you last longer and the vibration gives me a little something when you push all the way in.” Joker snorted at it and tossed it back in the draw. He was sat cross legged on her bed in nothing but a towel and hair turban to keep him from getting the pillows damp; of course he had to snoop around in her bedside table whilst she was busy. “Why would someone need to last longer, you’d get sore, right? And why the hell aren’t they paying attention to your clit personally?’ He made little circular motions with his thumbs, “That’s just lazy, Y/N.” She often wondered how someone so tall and sexy could be so inexperienced, sure, he was a little odd but women should have been throwing themselves at him. “I’ll show you later, okay.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Joker liked all kinds of positions, he especially liked when Y/N was on top. So when she suggested reverse cowgirl he was curious and eagerly agreed to trying it out. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like any position where he couldn’t see her face; it made him uncomfortable and it didn’t feel as good as he knew it should. His hands fell onto her hips and applied a little pressure to slow her down to a stop, “T-turn back around.” He panted out and when she did as he asked, Joker felt better, he thrust up into her more eagerly than before and his purple eye watched her expressions as they headed toward orgasm. Afterwards, as they lay in a heap of sweaty limbs, Y/N kissed his jaw and asked him if it was the angle he hadn’t liked, he shook his head and told her that it just felt better if he knew she was enjoying it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

“JJ, stop messing around with that and get over here.” She had told him he could pick one toy for them to try out from her collection but so far he was just playing with everything. He was taking particular joy in trying to secure a strap on to his head. “Look, Y/N, I’m an actual dickhead now!” He heard her groan at his joke but he definitely heard a giggle too, “Or ‘fuckface’… I heard you call someone that the other day.” Joker liked to make her laugh, he found it put him at ease before they had sex; somehow he was still nervous he was going to make her hate him or that he would somehow hurt her.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Her fingers felt soothing as they ran through his long hair, she had practically begged him to let her practice a french braid on him and he didn’t actually mind it. Y/N had always liked playing with his hair - even before they became a proper couple. “How do you get it so soft?” She asked as she brushed it out to start her braid again, “You never have any split ends either.” He really did take good care of it, it wasn’t something she ever expected from him but she couldn’t deny how much attention he paid to his hair - even his pubic hair was kept trimmed and oddly perfect. He glanced over her shoulder at her and gave a soft smile, “I wasn’t allowed long hair when I was younger, so I like to keep it nice.”

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Something had upset him, something had happened and Y/N hadn’t really known what to do when she found him huddled up in the corner of her bedroom. He was always good at sneaking in but this was the first time she had ever woken up and found him hiding in the dark rather than invading her bed. “JJ?” She called out her pet name for him as she got out of bed and padded over to him, kneeling between his outstretched legs before reaching out to touch his face. He flinched. “Joker, what’s wrong?” She tried again to touch him and this time he allowed her to rest her hands on his cheeks. Y/N checked him over, he didn’t seem to be hurt in anyway, he was just… not quite right. “Can I take off your hat?” He gave a nod and she removed the item quickly, her fingers ran over his hair to neaten it out a little and then she asked if she could take off his eyepatch. This time he shook his head no. “Okay, will you come to bed? We can cuddle…” It hadn’t been hard to figure out, once she had seen all the evidence, that Joker had had bad experiences with people - that someone had likely abused him in his past. One of her biggest clues had been the way he never got too rough with her, how he always had to be able to see her face. Joker cherished her when they were together, he always made sure she knew that he wanted her to feel good and loved. It was moments like this, when he was emotionally bare and vulnerable that she felt most intimate with him, that he let her in and trusted her not to hurt him. “I’ll be big spoon, okay, JJ?” Taking his hand she coaxed him toward the bed and wrapped herself around his tall frame; trying her best to make him feel safe.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The first time Joker masturbated he had been a little scared that he was going to be struck by lightning. He may have been raised an assassin but they were still a religious order that frowned upon that kind of thing… unless you were some sort of twisted pervert. At first he had ignored the feeling, not wanting to touch himself because he didn’t want to feel sick afterwards; sex had always made him feel disgusting before. But as his vision blurred white and his muscles spasmed, his fist moving on its own along his length as he milked every last drop out of it, he felt weightless afterward. The tension melted out of his body and he wanted to take a nap. He didn’t feel bad, he didn’t feel disgusting - he felt good. He doesn’t masturbate half as much now that he had Y/N. His right arm didn’t ache as much either…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

“Is this okay?” Y/N asked as she straddled the backs of his thighs and placed her hands on his back. She had set up a large mirror at the end of the bed for this and she hoped it would work for Joker. She had wanted to give him a massage for the longest time but he could never really relax because he disliked having people behind him, touching his bare skin. She figured that if he could see what she was doing in the mirror it might help him. Joker hugged the pillow under his chin and watched her reflection intently, she pulled out a bottle of oil and began warming it in her hands, “I’d like it more if you were naked too.” He saw her look back at his reflection and rolled her eyes, “Maybe in a little while then.” Feeling her slick hands stroke over his bare back made the man let out a low moan; he loved being touched. Stroked, pet, cuddled, caressed - it didn’t matter as long as it was a positive touch. His kink wasn’t being choked or hit or even just tied up. His kink was being treated sweetly by his lover.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

“Excuse me, ma’am.” The shop assistant sounded a little panicked from outside the changing room door. “Ma’am, you… you can’t have your boyfriend in there with you. I’m sorry but please stop having -‘relations’.” Y/N glared at Joker as he held in his laughter, she had told him to get out the second he had materialised in her changing room but he had said he wanted to play. “Anywhere isn’t an acceptable location for this kind of thing, Joker!”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It didn’t take much to turn her boyfriend on, sometimes just looking in his general direction was enough motivation for him to pull her into long, lovely kisses and feel his hands sneaking under her clothes to caress her body. So as she finished paying for her new lingerie and took the bag from the cashier, she had to wonder how he was going to react to her intentionally teasing him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Going through her sex toys seemed to be one of his favourite hobbies, mostly because it would make her stutter and feel flushed. This time Joker held up a pretty chain with a clamp either end, “Those are nipple clamps, JJ.” “They look like they hurt…” He tossed them aside in distain then found a pair of handcuffs next, “Why… would you intentionally want to be hurt?” Joker put those back too, his expression unhappy. Y/N came to sit down beside him, “Sometimes a little pain feels good-“ “Sex and pain shouldn’t go together. I’m never going to use any of this shit on you.” She gave a little shrug, embarrassed that he didn’t approve of her little kinks but understanding all the same, “And that’s okay… I’ll never mix the two together when I’m with you. I promise I’d never try to hurt you.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

His hands gripped her shoulders a little too hard and Joker quickly moved them to the edge of the kitchen counter behind him so he wouldn’t bruise her. Her mouth was so warm and the way she was sucking him felt so good that his legs were starting to shake. As much as he loved having his mouth on her and his tongue inside - this was always his favourite treat. It took all his willpower not to thrust into Y/N’s mouth; one look down and he felt his balls tighten at the way her lips stretched around him and how damn pretty she looked like this. “I-I’m gonna… Fuck, Y/N, I’m - !!” P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The headboard of her bed thumped rhythmically against the wall as Joker plowed into her, his hands holding her thighs up and open so that he could go deeper. “J-Jo-ker! Ah, I… P-please!” He felt her walls tightening around him, heard how wet she was and knew she wouldn’t last much longer. The man slowed his pace, still filling her to the very hilt but almost dragging out how quickly he pulled out to the tip and then dived in deep again. Unable to process the mixture of slow and fast, hard and gentle, Y/N’s body began to shake and tremble, her eyes squeezing shut as his name filled the room loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

The endearing problem with her odd boyfriend, other than not knowing where he came from or even where he would come from next, was that he was able to go - sexually - at a moments notice. He loved a quickie, he loved it slow, sideways and once he had loved it upside down. Y/N had taken to carrying extra underwear with her just in case.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Y/N loved Joker, she adored him and she knew he cared about her deeply too… she just wished he would try new things with her that were not so safe. She liked a little breathplay every now and then but Joker wouldn’t risk choking her. He was a strong man and he knew he could get carried away. Then again, she thought as she looked at how high they were on the roof of a skyscraper, he liked to have sex in some pretty scary places.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

“I… actually can’t…” Y/N rolled onto her side panting heavily, everything ached a good way, the sheets were wet under her and every time Joked touched her she felt her body spasm. She was over sensitive and even though she knew he could make her orgasm again - she ws certain she would probably die. “I need a break.” “Okay, then we can go for round six?”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Joker loved toys. His favourite thing was to go through hers and then try them out if they interested him enough. There were many times he would bring new ones home for Y/N and then look at her with an excited purple eye. Y/N looked at the new toy he had brought home and blinked, “Is that a fucking tentacle dildo?!”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes Joker wasn’t aware that he was actually teasing her, he just liked to touch her. Y/N bit her bottom lip as his thumb brushed over her clothed nipple again, it was hard and aching from his absent minded touch - she had no doubt he was only messing with her nipple because it was erect. It was the same for his other touch on her body. His other hand was on her inner thigh, his fingers tracing up and down the seam of her bottoms. “You’re driving me crazy!” “I haven’t even done anything?” Joker let out a surprised yelp as Y/N pinned him down to the sofa and climbed on top of him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

“I’m calling the police!” Y/N hid her face in Joker’s neck as they listened to her neighbour yell through the wall - they were kind of loud on a regular basis. “I could go and have a word with him?” “Don’t you dare, Joker! We’re already in trouble because you did the…. Thing!” He grinned and blew a few heart shaped smoke rings for her, “You love it when I do the Thing.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The bouquet of flowers she found on her table when she got home were a wonderful surprise. She noticed they were mostly purple with her favourite colour splashed in here and there; she didn’t need a note to know Joker had left them for her. Putting her bag down and kicking off her shoes Y/N picked up the flowers and smelled them, appreciating the gesture more than the aroma. Looking around the small apartment for him she realised that she must have just missed him… or he was hiding. Joker was surprisingly shy when it came to romantic gestures. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) The first time she saw him naked, Y/N had been a little intimidated because, like most things about him, his cock was long. There was no way all of him would fit inside her without tickling her tonsils. Trying to calm her nerves she had turned her gaze onto his body, ran her hands over his lean muscles and pressed kisses to the scars she found. “One day, you’ll share your story with me, JJ.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

“Are you done?” Joker asked as he hovered over Licht, the young man was testing some new formula and he had said he needed Joker’s help. Watching the vial turn a different colour the scientist smirked to himself, “Have you got a date?” “I’m just horny. I miss Y/N and you’re being so boring!” He knew he had a problem, he knew he probably had too much sex but who could blame him when he had such a wonderful woman waiting for him?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His head rested on Y/N’s shoulder as they lay in bed; he couldn’t sleep and she was trying to help soothe him to sleep. She massaged his scalp between running her fingers through his hair and she had even tried making him a hot drink. Sometimes he couldn’t sleep, even after the euphoric release of a good orgasm to melt his troubles away. Feeling her hand brush over one of his scars Joker let out a sign, “Remember when you said one day I’d share my story?” Her hands paused for a second, the weight of his words causing her breath to stutter, “…Yes.” “Would you still love me, even if I wasn’t a good man?” “No matter what you were in the past,” She kissed the side of his head, “You’re my Joker and I’ll love you for who you are now.”

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fae-leaves · 4 years ago

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SFW Headcanon Alphabet (Louis Vincent Chauveau)

I made this a while ago without the intention of posting it, so I forgot who I stole the template from... whoops.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very affectionate! Will praise you until your ego is bigger than the sun.

If you’re shorter than him he’d give you lots of gentle head pats.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You would most likely meet at either a party or browsing the wine selection at a store.

He’s a very loyal friend and will always be there for you whenever you need him.

If you’re ever sad and need some cheering up, he’s definitely the one to turn to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling

Curling up on the couch with a blanket and a warm drink, staring at the fire or a cheesy romance movie? Absolutely.

Loves cuddling with the cats, too. Any cats, really. It doesn’t matter.

If he sees you snuggled up on the bed with one of the cats, he melts and joins in as quick as he can without disturbing you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t mind not being in a committed relationship, he travels a lot and meets tons of new people all the time anyway.

He’s a really clean person. If he’s left alone for too long with nothing to do, the house will be absolutely spotless.

He’s banned from the kitchen. Period. Full stop. End of story.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d ask to meet with you somewhere, preferably where you could have some privacy.

Louis would be super gentle about it and wouldn’t yell or scream, even if you were yelling at him.

He’d probably still want to be friends, but would obviously understand if you didn’t want that.

He’d give you space and be patient with you, and if you ever wanted to talk about it more he’d be open for that.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Due to his past, Louis has a hard time with committed relationships. On one hand, he’s too afraid that he’d hurt you or worse, but on the other he gets attached to people quickly and doesn’t want to leave you.

In the end, he’s fine either way. He just wouldn’t want to be with someone he isn’t 100% sure he’s in love with.

He wouldn’t want to get married/ propose quickly. He’s heard far too many stories about couples getting engaged/ married too quick and then realizing too late that their partner wasn’t exactly what they thought. Give it a few years.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he’s pretty darn gentle. After years and years of softly petting animals and playing piano in his free time, he’s trained himself to be as gentle as possible.H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, even though he tends to be a bit handsy, he’s not really one for hugs unless he knows the person.

When he does hug someone it's usually quick, unless he’s close with them.

If he’s close with you then get ready cuz he might not let you go for a while.

Hugs from Louis are warm and make you feel safe, and the scent of his expensive cologne, fine wine, and dark chocolate make it that much better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it, due to his past.

He’s scared that if he says it too soon, you’ll leave him or he’ll jinx it and the relationship will turn out bad…

You would end up saying it first, and after a while he’d feel ready to confidently say it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Louis doesn’t get jealous very often. He understands that you have your own life and separate relationships.

If you were in a committed relationship, though, and someone was getting a bit too close to you for his liking, he’d stand right next to you and wrap his arms around you, give you gentle kisses, and mutter sweet nothings to you, all while staring the other person dead in the eye.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s a great kisser. He’s had lots of practice, after all~

His favorite places to kiss you (other than your lips, of course) would be your eyes and your forehead.

His favorite place to be kissed is his neck (kinky little f*ck)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He wouldn’t really want any kids of his own, they’re too messy…

But he does love kids, and kids seem to love him, too!

He’d be great at telling dramatic stories to entertain them, and could always find a way to cheer up a sad little kiddo.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

That really depends on the events of the previous night…

If he’s hungover, you’d probably have to comfort him as he transformed into a blanket burrito and tried to sleep off his pounding headache.

Normally, though, Louis would hold you close and give you gentle kisses, rubbing your back and speaking softly.

He tends to wake up early, so he’d probably watch you sleep for a while.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Louis are always amazing.

He’d love to lay out in the garden with a bottle of wine (or perhaps two) and stargaze.

If you wanted something more fast pace, he probably knows of a party or club the two of you could go to.

If you wanted something more calm and loving, cuddles on the couch or a “sleepover” on the livingroom floor while watching all sorts of movies.

If you were looking for something… spicy… Louis would be happy to provide there, too ;)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Some things he’d be open about, but others it would take a long time with lots of trust for him to reveal.

He would definitely open up slowly, too scared that certain events from his life would put you off.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

That depends on the person and the subject, but usually he’s pretty chill.

The only thing that would definitely piss him off 100% of the time is cockatoos.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries his best to remember every little detail about you, and usually succeeds.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s hard for him to choose!

The moment you met, your first kiss, when you both said “I love you” for the first time, spending quiet nights in the dark with you, dinner by candlelight…

And if you decide to get married and/ or have (a) kid(s)?

He loves everything about you, so it’s impossible for him to pick just one moment to be his favorite.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

If Louis thinks you can take care of yourself, he likely won’t bother you by being overly protective.

If there’s ever a situation, however, where he feels you need saving, he won’t hesitate to step in and get you out of the situation.

Since he tends to deprive himself of blood like an idiot, he’ll make sure to stay away from everyone and completely isolate himself until he gets himself back under control.

He’d trust that you’d keep any secrets he tells you, and that you not tell a soul that he’s a vampire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh boy

This man has more money than he knows what to do with, so obviously he’d spend it all on you! (And wine and fancy clothes and cleaning supplies and chocolate and cat stuff, but we don’t talk about that)

He’d go all out on dates. A fancy restaurant, roses, fine wine, stargazing, anything you could want!

He probably wouldn’t buy you too many gifts on his own, but if you asked for something there’s a pretty darn good chance you’ll get it.

If you thought a date with Louis was great, wait for your anniversary…

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Louis worries a lot… like… a lot.

He’s scared that if he does even the littlest thing wrong, you’ll leave him

He’s also worried that he’ll hurt you, physically and/ or emotionally, without intending to

Because of this, he can sometimes forget to care for himself, only focussing on you

He doesn’t sleep as much as he should, which leaves him tired and drained. It doesn’t help that he’s good at covering it up, either.

Possibly the worst of all his bad habits is the fact that he doesn’t drink enough blood.

He absolutely hates that he has to potentially harm others just to survive, and even though the blood he gets is collected in a completely safe and harmless way, he still has a hard time getting it down.

Not getting enough blood makes him irritable, cranky, and tired, not to mention the physical toll it has on him.

He bottles up his feelings a lot, not wanting to be a burden on others

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You will never, EVER, see Louis NOT looking fabulous.

He takes every chance he gets to glance at his reflection in the mirror, just to make sure he still looks flawless.

Yes, he does take over an hour to get ready every morning, thank you for asking.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he was truly in love with you, then yes, absolutely.

However, Louis has felt enough rejection and loss in his long life to be able to get over things much quicker than you’d expect.

If it was just a matter of not seeing you for a few days or even a few hours, then yes. No questioning it.

If you have to be separated for an extended period of time, you better be ready for at least a phone call a day, just so he can hear your voice, and a few texts every hour, just to check in on you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Louis hates cockatoos. He was once cursed out by one of the little devils unprovoked, and everyone around laughed at him. He was humiliated by a bird, and here he was thinking his love for our feathery friends was mutual…

His two favorite animals are birds and cats.

Louis doesn’t really like playing piano, but he was forced to learn growing up, and it’s a way to pass the time and possibly impress his partner, sooo…

He hates that since he was born a full blooded vampire, he can’t be cured and has to drink the blood of others just to stay alive.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like super sweet tasting things.

Cockatoos, but we’ve already been over this.

He doesn’t like people who act they’re better than everyone else. Even though he cares a lot about his appearance and social class, he’s aware that not many are fortunate enough to have a good life, and wouldn’t ever judge someone based on their appearance/ social status. Most of the time he ends up finding the less fortunate in life a lot more interesting than those who’ve had everything handed to them on a silver platter.

He also hates other vampires that intentionally harm humans or just others in general to get blood, especially if they can be cured of their vampirism.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleep? Who’s she?

He really doesn’t get enough sleep… usually it’s only 4-5 hours, not consecutive.

When is asleep though, he’s sprawled out over the whole bed, softly snoring, laying on his stomach with his face in the pillows.

He looks incredibly calm and at rest when he’s asleep.

He’s unfortunately a very light sleeper, but loves to pretend to be sleeping if he wakes up to you petting his hair or snuggling against him~

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nekoabiwrites · 5 years ago

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The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time Patton Fell (In Love)

Happy borthday @midnightsdarkangel!!!

AU: Human Pairing: Moxiety Words: 3704 Warnings: Lots of tripping, brief mentions of pain. Anything else, please let me go.

Summary: Patton falls over a lot; always has, always will. But while he was used to it, that didn’t mean his new roommate and friend would immediately be okay with it.

Patton had always been clumsy. Ever since he was young, he’d been covered in so many little scrapes and bruises that his mother fondly nicknamed him ‘Dalmatian’. It continued well into his adult life and was just his normal; not once did he step out of his home without a plaster covering some sort of scratch. However, just because he was used to tripping so often, didn’t mean that everyone was used to seeing him falling to the ground.

It always happened in an instant. One second, he was upright and just fine. The next, his face was planted on the ground and something was stinging. Patton would simply laugh it off, pick himself up and continue on with his day. However, when he fell in front of his new roommate, Patton didn’t know that he wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

“Patton, oh my god. Are you okay? Are you hurt? That looked like it hurt a lot. Do you need help? What happened, oh god.” Virgil rambled in a single breath, falling to the ground beside his new friend.

Patton pushed himself up onto his knees, brushing the dirt off his hands. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little fall, nothing big. I’m used to it.” He reassured him, though did wince slightly as the grazed skin moved in his attempt to stand. Patton went to brush the dirt from his leg, but Virgil’s hand gripped his wrist tightly before he could even get close.

“Don’t! You’ll get more dirt in it! There’s a bench a little down the street. Come sit. I’ll clean it. I have water in my backpack and some wipes, probably some tissues too.” The emo dragged Patton towards the bench as he continued to rattle off words. Patton didn’t have it in him to turn his friend down, so he simply did as he was told.

As Virgil was swinging his backpack over to unzip it, Patton glanced back to where he had pretty much made out with the pavement. He found that it was pretty flat, none of the stone were too out of place and made an obvious Patton-Hazard. Nothing around the area was showing as something that would be at fault either.

“Ow!” Patton yelped, flinching away from the damp tissue Virgil held.

“Sorry, but we need to get the dirt out…”

“Oh no, it’s okay! I didn’t mean to do that! I just wasn’t expecting it.” Patton reassured, relaxing more and giving Virgil his full attention. He still cringed when the damp tissue pressed against the graze, but Patton did his best not to worry his roommate even more.

Eventually, Virgil crumpled the tissue up in his fist and dropped the bottle back into his backpack, “It’s the best I can do for now. We should probably get back and put something over it though. Just to be safe. I’m gonna go put this in the bin over there, back in a sec.”

Patton nodded and went to stand back up, but something moving out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Patton looked down at his feet, blinked for a moment and then sighed, “I swear my shoelaces were tied before… that was probably it.” He reached down to tie them again, but a sudden incredulous voice had him looking up.

“Are you serious? You think you tripped on your shoelaces?” Virgil asked, his eyes wide.

Patton shrugged, “I mean, yeah. I’ve done it loads of times. They just never wanna stay tied.” He pointed at the laces of his shoes and wagged his finger at them, as though he were a father scolding his child.

“Oh my god…” Virgil dropped to sit next to Patton on the bench, “Are you for real?”

The pastel-coloured man sat back up, finally having his laces sorted. He tilted his head in confusion, patting his body down, “Um, well… I think so?”

Virgil learnt quickly that Patton had a very special relationship with gravity. It seemed like it wanted nothing more than to have Patton be as horizontal as possible. He’d learnt that Patton had issues with walking on uneven surfaces, even surfaces… just generally walking anywhere. Patton’s biggest enemy, though, was stairs.

So, when they went to see a movie with some friends and they had to climb the steps to get to their seats, Virgil was already counting down the seconds until disaster.

Their two friends went first, making it up to the seats with absolutely no issues, as most normal people did. Virgil gestured for Patton to go up before him, just so he could see if and when his roommate was going to fall down. He counted each step.

One. Two.

It was going fine. He was halfway there. Maybe today was a good day and the universe would leave Patton alone.

Six. Seven. Ei-

Never mind.

The fall was spectacular. Since Patton was holding a full bucket of popcorn and his natural reaction was to throw his arms out to cushion the blow, the sound and sight of the snack falling all around him really made it look more dramatic than it was.

Virgil quickly hopped up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He crouched by Patton, offering a hand to help him to his feet. Patton got back up and looked down at the popcorn all around them, a slight wobble to his lower lip as the guilt punctured his heart.

Patton turned to his roommate, “I’m so sorry, Virgil.” He whispered, clearly trying not to let tears roll down his cheeks, “I shouldn’t have held that. I knew I was gonna fall. I just wasted it all.” He suddenly gasped and tried to push past to make his way back down the floor, but Virgil stopped him and steered the man into his seat. “Virge! Let me go! I need to go tell someone!”

“No.” Virgil responded firmly, pushing his own popcorn bucket into Patton’s grip, “That’s why I got two. And I’ll go find someone. You stay here. Logan, make sure he stays.” When their friend nodded, Virgil turned on his heel and sped back down the stairs. He quickly located the nearest usher, let them know what happened and made his way back to his screen. The lights had dimmed, and the adverts had started to play, so Virgil creeped back up the stairs and slipped into his seat beside Patton. Before he’d even had the chance to relax, a pair of hands gripped his hoodie sleeve.

Patton looked to be right on the edge of crying when Virgil turned to look at him. “Virgil, did you find someone? Is everything okay?” He whined pathetically, sniffling like a hurt child.

“Yes, I did. They said they clean it once the movie’s over. No one was mad.” Virgil whispered back, awkwardly patting Patton’s hands to try and be reassuring. After Patton smiled softly and turned back to looking at the screen, Virgil let out a silent breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“Virgil! Virgil! Come out here! Look, look!”

Virgil groaned and forced himself to sit up in bed. He checked the time on his phone, only to find it was around 8am, far too early for Virgil to be awake. But, the constant happy squealing noises from outside his room forced his hand and he slid out from under the covers, exiting his room in a sleepy haze, “What?” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“PUPPY!” Patton held the dog up to Virgil’s face, causing the emo to yell suddenly in surprise and take a step back. “Sorry, I got really excited.” Patton had a light blush to his cheeks, but his grin still remained as large as ever as he petted the small animal.

“Right… um, so… why is there a dog here? You didn’t, like, get one without telling me, right?” Virgil tentatively asked, trying his best to hurt his incredibly sweet and cute roommate’s.

“Well…” Patton swayed back and forth, trying to pick his words carefully, “My mum’s friend is out of town for a bit and she needed someone to look after her dog. She asked my mum, but my mum is really busy and already has two dogs that she can just about look after and they don’t really like other dogs. And, well, long story short, I kinda said I could look after the dog for a while… and now she’s… here?” Patton offered with a sheepish grin.

Virgil looked between Patton and the dog for a moment, his sleep-addled brain trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t embarrassing. He eventually just shrugged and turned back to go into his room, “Whatever, just make sure it doesn’t destroy anything. I’m going back to bed.”

Patton let out a high-pitched squeal of happiness, “You’re the best, Virgil! I’ll make sure that she’s good!” He called out as the door shut behind his roommate, not allowing him to see the light blush the compliment put upon the emo’s cheeks.

A few uneventful days passed by with Patton fussing over the dog every second of every hour while Virgil awkwardly listened from either in his room or from the couch. It seemed like everything was going just perfectly. But then…

A loud squeal and yelp sounded, with several more noises that struck fear into the emo following shortly after. Virgil jumped to his feet, wrenched open the door and practically threw himself out into the living room. “PATTON?! Are you alright?!” His gaze trained downwards to the man sat on the ground before him, with the dog cautiously approaching him again.

Patton rubbed his butt while he smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t see her down there. I just fell back after I felt her on my foot. I’m okay!” As he started to collect up his belongings that had fallen from his grip, the dog had seemingly deemed Patton safe and started to jump up to lick his face again. It distracted him enough to drop his things back to the floor and just be reduced to pure giggles.

Virgil let out a sigh of relief and moved across the room to pick up Patton’s stuff, “Next time, just don’t carry so much crap with you. I don’t need another heart attack like that, okay?”

Patton nodded, holding the dog in his arms with a wide grin and shining eyes, as though he had the best life he could possibly ask for and hadn’t just fallen on his ass a few minutes ago. The sight had Virgil’s world stopping dead for a moment. Just enough for him to commit it to memory.

“And you tell me that my room is a mess…” Virgil quipped as he opened the door to his roommate’s bedroom.

“It’s not that bad!” Patton protested with a huff. He’d taken a few steps in and turned to stare at Virgil with a pout. It was hard enough to see where his feet were as there was a pile of clothes just in front of him, as well as other piles of random objects around the rest of the floor space. It had clearly been like this for a long time, as there seemed to be something akin to pathways running between the mess – going from the bed to the desk to the door to the window.

“Uh huh… sure.” Virgil carefully took his first steps into Patton’s room. “So, what was it you needed help with?” He asked, peering at all the pictures that littered the shelves closest to the door.

“Oh right!” Patton spun on his toes and wandered over to the tallest bookshelf, “Can you help me reach up there?” He pointed to the very top, “Something accidentally got up there and I can’t quite reach by myself…”

“I mean, I can try.” Virgil cautiously stepped around the rest of the mess and joined Patton just in front of the bookshelf. “How do you wanna do this? I’m not exactly that much taller than you. I could… maybe… try and lift you up to reach it, or something…”

Patton gasped, his eyes lighting up, “That’s perfect!” He grabbed Virgil’s arms and tugged him closer, “I didn’t even think of that!”

Virgil opened his mouth to ask how else he was supposed to help but thought better of it. He crouched down a little and wrapped his arms tightly around Patton’s legs, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yup! I’m ready!” Both Patton’s hands were ready on Virgil’s shoulders, in case he needed to steady himself.

Carefully and slowly, Virgil stood, lifting his roommate up in the air. Patton’s grip on his shoulders was tight, but not entirely uncomfortable. It was a bit of a shock that Patton was as light as he was, and that Virgil was as strong as he was. Neither expected this to go so well. Patton, with a moment of hesitation, managed to reach up on top of the bookshelf and feel around for the missing object. The moment his hand came in contact with it, he gasped, “I got it!” He grabbed a hold of it tightly and pulled it close to his chest. At the same pace, Virgil dropped him back to the ground and let him go.

It was only once they’d fully parted that Virgil got a chance to see what it was.

“I’m afraid to ask why that stuffed cat was on top of the bookshelf, but I’m apparently too stupid to keep my mouth shut.” Virgil cocked his head, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Patton blushed and clutched the plush toy tighter, “It was an accident… We were dancing and just, all of a sudden, he went flying…”

“Dancing?”

“Yeah! Like this!”

Patton started to slow dance, holding the cat’s paw in his hand as though it was his dance partner. He twirled around the room, humming to himself. It was a little silly, but ultimately endearing. At least, it was for a while.

Somehow, a rogue bottle rolled into the space Patton was dancing in and got under his feet. In the moments he was going down, Patton’s eyes widened in fear and he reached out for the closest thing to try and keep himself upright. Unfortunately, the object he grabbed a hold of was not steady enough and both of them fell to the ground. Patton let out a pained squeak and shut his eyes tight as his head hit the floor, the blow only somewhat cushioned by the mess beneath it.

“Owww…” he whined, going to reach up to rub his head. It was stopped by something sorta squishy yet still firm. Patton’s brow furrowed as his hand grasped a hold of whatever it was that was in his way and his eyes opened, only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes underlined with dark eyeshadow. “Virgil…?”

The emo’s face was a deep red as his blush spread across his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times, his eyes darting between Patton’s face and the hand that was curled around his forearm. Eventually, Virgil managed to croak out a few words, though they were no louder than a whisper, “You… you okay?”

Patton muttered a gentle “yeah”, as he seemed to almost forget where he was, staring up into Virgil’s eyes. They seemed to be getting closer, but Patton couldn’t say if he was seeing things or not. They’d eventually get off the floor and have a long chat, but for now, this was fine. The pain was gone too.

Over time, Virgil had done everything he could to make sure anything that was a trip hazard was either removed or given more height. It did mean that the rug they had was now pretty much glued to the floor at the edges and the coffee table was like a mini dining table, but less injuries were far more beneficial.

Virgil was relaxing on the couch, watching some show for the umpteenth time while scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly. In the kitchen, he could hear the sound of the oven and dishwasher – both of which Virgil had been supervising helping with since Patton almost toppled over or walked into them whilst loading them up. Thankfully, they happened on separate occasions, but it was enough to have Virgil’s anxiety going crazy if Patton was alone in the kitchen too long. His roommate was currently in his room, on the phone with his family. It was a calm afternoon, something Virgil needed.

After a while, Patton’s phone call ended and he practically skipped out into the living area, ready to greet his roommate. He’d only gotten so far as to open his mouth, when his foot caught on his other and he went plummeting to the ground.

Thankfully, he’d been close to the couch when his feet got all tangled together.

Patton’s landing was cushioned by Virgil’s hands and his face pretty much ended up directly in the emo’s lap. His cheeks flushed a soft pink as he raised his head to smile up at the man on the couch, “Whoops, sorry about that…” However, Patton didn’t move from the position – other than tucking his legs under himself so he was more comfortable. His head rested back down onto Virgil’s lap and Patton relaxed, one of the hands that had caught him now gently running through his hair.

Virgil let out a playful sigh, “What are we gonna do with you?”

“Hmm, I dunno. Sure you’ll figure it out though.” Patton reached up and interlocked his fingers with Virgil’s free hand, pulling it close enough that he could place a soft kiss upon the metal band.

“You might be a lost cause, but we’ve got plenty of time to find that out…” Virgil’s voice was low as he looked down at the man resting in his lap, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

Patton was positively giddy with excitement. He’d not been able to stop smiling since the moment he woke up. His day had been absolutely magical, something he’d treasure for years to come. He felt stunning in his gorgeous, tailor-made white dress with flowing long sleeves and soft makeup, all complimented wonderfully by his partner’s darker tastes as they stood side-by-side.

Finally, he was in his partner’s arms, slowly swaying to the music. Nothing over-the-top, no spinning or twirling, no choreography – much to their friends’ dismay and frustration - just a sweet moment for a sweet couple. At least, that was what Patton thought was going to happen.

All of a sudden, his hand was grasped tightly, and three words were whispered into his ear.

“Hold on tight.”

Patton had no time to even ask what that meant before he heard the song change and he was spun out and back in. He could only laugh in surprise, when he caught the playful glint in Virgil’s eyes and they both started to dance with more purpose. It was still far from choreographed, but it didn’t matter to them.

Patton’s smile had widened into a grin as he continued to laugh. Once more, as the end of the song approached, he was spun out and back, but this time he felt his weight tipping backwards. He squealed in shock, reaching up for Virgil with his free hand and grabbing a hold of his shoulder. Patton didn’t even reach the floor, however. Instead, he felt his weight being supported by Virgil’s arm beneath him.

“Gotcha.” Virgil said quietly with a grin. His partner burst into giggles and Virgil returned him upright, wrapping him in a loose hug.

“That wasn’t fair, Virge!” Patton jokingly chastised his new husband as they took their seats at the head table with the rest of their wedding party.

Virgil simply shrugged, “You’d fall at some point today anyway. Why not get a head start?”

“Virgil!” Patton whispers, lightly tapping against his arm with the back of his hand causing them both to smile at each other.

Later, once the speeches had concluded and food had been served, Virgil was looking over to his now-husband. He’d been under strict instruction from Patton’s mother to keep as close to Patton as he could for the duration of the wedding and reception, in order to save him if he tripped over. Not only to avoid him any embarrassment, but also save the pristine white dress from any dirt so the pictures would look good. But, it was bound to happen at some point during the reception. Patton was going to find some way to end up falling over and he would probably scuff the dress up a little bit. Patton would immediately feel so awful about ruining it, even if it could just be dry-cleaned later. So, Virgil had concocted a plan.

He purposefully grabbed his drink with more force than necessary, causing a few drops to spill over the edge and at least one tiny splotch to appear on Patton’s dress. Virgil gasped exaggeratedly in order to grab Patton’s attention, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Patton. I spilt my drink on your dress…”

Patton looked down and noticed the little mark, “You didn’t. It’s just a tiny little mark, it’ll be fine!” He cheerily reassured his partner, who shook his head.

“No, no… I really did ruin it. It’s no longer… perfect. I’m so sorry.” Virgil emphasised that it was his fault.

The cogs clicked in place and Patton’s expression slowly turned to one of understanding, “Ohhh…” he breathed out as his smile returned, “Well, it’s still okay. No harm done to either of us, right?” Patton winked unsubtly.

“Yeah, no harm at all.” Virgil pressed a kiss to Patton’s cheek before returning to his food.

Patton couldn’t help but stare at his husband for a moment. This man had gone from fretting and worrying about Patton’s little falls and trips to making sure that Patton wouldn’t be upset with the consequences of a little stumble on their wedding day. It was enough to make him fall all over again, and this fall wasn’t one he’d ever want to pick himself up from.

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fiddlepickdouglas · 4 years ago

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 17 - With Him

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, how will it go in the end?, 4.8k

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

One finger tapped on the strap of his fanny pack as Alex listened for the right bus stop to be called. If all those months since he’d seen Willie had been long, this past week had been longer. Especially since the news about Caleb had hit hard and every minute in the studio now felt like the band was precariously teetering on the edge of a cliff. He was going to try not to let any of that get in his way today, though. He’d made it to Saturday and Willie was only a few streets away, and he didn’t care what happened for the rest of the day - it was going to be good.

Finally he heard the next stop announced for where he needed to get off and he pulled the cord that told the driver to make a stop. Stepping onto the sidewalk, his heart bounced around in its chamber like the Tazmanian devil from Looney Tunes. He was glad that Willie lived in the basement of the apartment building he occupied because it would’ve been the worst if Alex forgot which room he was in and spent hours frantically knocking doors.

It was hard to tell if he was moving quickly or if his mind was just racing, but in either case, he eventually found himself at the door. For a second, he simply took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, trying to get a visual of Willie immediately pouncing on him the moment the door opened out of his head. It wouldn’t exactly be unwelcome, but Alex was realizing how desperate he was to be with him and was amazed at how it affected his imagination.

Lifting a hand, he made sure he knocked loudly. Soon after, the door opened, and Alex was greeted with shining brown eyes, silky, gorgeous brown hair styled into two braids, and a smile he could make home in. Willie.

“Hey, come on in!” Willie was saying, standing to the side and gesturing for him to enter. Crossing the threshold, Alex gazed at the humble space, taking in the details with heightened interest. “This is mi casa!” He began showing Alex around. “We’ve got the main living space, very cozy. The kitchen to your left, but no dining room so it’s all criss-cross applesauce on the floor - makes it extra chill. Bathroom through the back. The sink and shower handles will sometimes shock you, so don’t mind all the electrical tape.”

It was surprisingly accommodating for a dingy basement, and Willie had already made little additions that spoke volumes about him without words. A king size mattress sat in the corner of the ‘main living space’ on the floor with a small bookshelf beside it. The bookshelf only had a handful of cassette tapes and a Walkman lying on top, with a few sketchbooks on the middle shelf. Next to that, the dresser had a small collection of vintage soda bottles and a camera sitting on its surface. Glow-in-the-dark star stickers covered the ceiling above the bed. Even a couple cat toys could be spotted on the floor. Immediately, Alex approached the area where Willie’s desk sat surrounded by sketches hung on the wall.

“So these are your drawings?” he asked, although the answer was obvious. They were so good. Willie followed him over, the squinty smile still in his eyes.

“Yeah. Some are new. Most of them are attempts to recover what Caleb tore up.”

Alex looked at Willie apologetically, even though the loss of Willie’s previous work wasn’t his fault. Without warning, a pressure on his leg and the sound of loud purring announced Sheldon’s presence. The cat looked up at him and blinked slowly, already begging for attention. Heart melting, Alex bent down to pet him.

“Hey, Sheldon,” he said. “I forgot how cute you were!” He smiled as Sheldon rubbed his head against his hand with more affection that he’d likely seen from any other creature on the planet. Well...maybe there was one other that matched it. Alex had heard about how pets could take on the temperament of their owners, and suspected this was a clear example. “He’s gotten so big since I last saw him.”

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be almost two years old, if Escobar guessed his age right.”

Standing again as Sheldon pattered off, Alex returned his attention to the wall of art, looking at the pieces more closely.

“So which one is your dad?” he mused.

Willie untacked one of them and held it out for Alex to examine. “This one.”

Holding the edges carefully, Alex gazed in amazement at the detail Willie had caught. The edges were certainly less defined, but the scene inside the truck was so easy to visualize that Alex could almost feel the leather of the seats and the windchill from the window. He wasn’t sure what began burning in his chest as he peered down at the image, but it was profound and complex.

“I’ve thought about seeing if I could find him, but I think with my memory it’s kind of impossible,” Willie told him.

“He looks so happy here. I don’t get why you would end up as a foster kid.”

“Yeah, I wondered that too. Maybe he didn’t have a choice?”

Alex looked at Willie’s face, and he could tell half of him was lost in a world of what-ifs and other questions. He was always trying to seem so easy-going, and to an extent he truly was, but he couldn’t hide the constant sense of upheaval that rested on his shoulders. At least, Alex was picking up on it more, now that he knew the things he did. He may have been biased, but he couldn’t imagine anyone not fighting their hardest to keep Willie.

Suddenly his gaze was drawn to the unfinished work on the desk, and recognized it as a portrait of himself.

“Wow.” The word fell out of his mouth.

“Oh,” Willie started with a hint of shyness. “Obviously that one isn’t done, so…” He reached to put it away.

“You got that far off of memory, though,” Alex said. “I’m impressed. And you make me look good.” He offered an encouraging smile. “Maybe some time today I could be a model for you?”

Willie cocked his eyebrow, surprise and playfulness making an adorable combination on his face. It made Alex’s smile grow wider.

“Well, we’ve got a whole day ahead,” Willie said. “Your wish is my command.”

“Okay,” Alex said, leaning onto his back foot casually, one side of his lip curling with intrigue. “Well, I wanna see where you go around here. You seem to have a knack for finding the best spots. We can play it by ear.”

“What’s that one song with the one phrase?” Willie asked. “‘Any way the wind blows?’” He sang shyly, clearly playing down what Alex could tell was a nice voice.

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” Alex smiled. Willie’s job at the record store was at least giving him a good taste in music. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about the classics once you hang out with me enough.”

An emotion flashed in Willie’s eyes and after a moment Alex realized what those words were actually saying. He held his gaze, hoping he could communicate his intentions clearly, unlike the last time they’d seen each other. Willie swallowed, and his expression remained excited as he loaded his backpack and led them out the door, board in hand. Alex followed him, deciding not to question which direction they were going.

First, they made a stop to buy a bunch of apples. In classic Willie fashion, he went to a bodega, and this time he communicated with the cashier in rough Spanish. Alex knew he was showing off, and smirked at the notion that Willie enjoyed impressing him.

“So what do we need these for?” Alex wondered as they left the bodega. “Besides a ton of apples for lunch.”

Willie’s secretive smile made Alex raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a surprise.”

A little while later, they stood before the most unlikely place in all of Los Angeles: a horse barn. Staring at the building as if it loomed fifty feet above him, hands in his pockets, Alex gulped and a lump of dread landed in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh no,” he muttered apprehensively.

“Oh yeah,” Willie said, turning to him with a thrilled grin on his face.

Alex wasn’t exactly afraid of horses...he just had no idea what to do around them and therefore was not sure what to expect from them. Also, he would’ve worn different pants if he’d known this was on the agenda.

“I promise, they’ve got some really chill horses,” Willie tried to ease his nerves. “I’ve gone on this trail enough times. Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about riding once you hang out with me enough.” He winked as he threw back Alex’s line with a sly smile.

Unable to argue, Alex shook his head and used the hand in his pocket to gesture forward, signaling to Willie he was up to the challenge. He watched him practically skip inside and he had to jog to keep up after him. They signed in and then were led to two stalls.

Willie immediately gravitated toward a tall golden-colored mustang stallion with a dark mane, apparently both already familiar and happy to see each other. Alex watched him gently greet and essentially coo at it while comfortably stroking its nose and then feeding it an apple. He longed to have that sort of talent with other creatures, and simultaneously realized that he yearned to receive that same tenderness.

Once the horses were tacked up and one of the instructors had given Alex some brief pointers on how to ride, he found himself following Willie on a trail while mounted on a painted mare. The only philosophy he could adopt out here was to be gentle and not get lost.

“Not so bad, your majesty,” Willie called over to him.

An extremely nervous laugh elicited from Alex’s throat involuntarily, only making Willie laugh in return. Alex rode a little closer so they were nearly side by side on the trail.

“I’ve been here once,” he said. “I think I was about twelve? My mom thought that it would make me change my mind about taking ballet classes. We rode for maybe fifteen minutes before I got so nervous we had to turn back around and go home. Never made it through the full trail.”

“Man, that sucks,” Willie commented. “I didn’t know you did ballet.”

“Yeah, that and a few other types of dance. I was forced to quit a little couple years ago. That’s about when we got serious as a band, so I just found something else to bother my parents with.”

He could see the gears click into place as Willie came to a few conclusions about his parents and gave an emphatic nod.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance. That was the one thing Caleb had promised to teach me. He’s the worst, but he definitely knows how to dance.”

Suddenly, Alex remembered watching Caleb’s movements when he’d served him and the boys at the diner. Of course he could dance; everything had been fluid and smooth. All he could say to that thought was “huh,” at first. Then after a few moments: “I’ll have to teach you one of these days then.”

Willie’s eyes crinkled at the corners, happy at the prospect.

“Yeah, okay! Add that to our to-do list.”

Alex chuckled. They had a to-do list now. He bit his lip as he continued following Willie along the trail. It was a gorgeous day and in this area the sky was so clear compared to further inside the city. Greatly contrasting his experience from years ago, Alex felt himself become much more at ease and felt confident enough to take greater control of his horse. Willie pulled out his camera and snapped a few scenic photos every once in a while.

Eventually, they stopped at an outlook and Alex had to take in an awed breath. The view was clear for miles all around them. Green hills spanned the landscape in every direction with patches of city speckled in between. Even the ocean line was visible from there. How did Willie know how to find these?

“Hey, Alex!” Willie called, lifting his camera. “Say cheese!”

Turning to face him, Alex flashed a genuine smile as Willie captured him atop his horse against the scenery. He was usually pretty camera shy, but this time he really didn’t mind. Keeping memories like this actually felt important to him, unlike the many times he’d been forced to pose with his family at functions he’d also been made to attend. Those occasions had always felt so insincere - less about enjoying the memory and more about trying to prove their status as the polished, functional family everyone aspired to.

He saw Willie dismount for a moment and stretch his legs. Gripping the reins and looking around in uncertainty, Alex realized he’d gotten on before ensuring he could properly get off. Thankfully, Willie noticed and came up to him, hands raised.

“Okay, so just...carefully lift your foot out of the stirrup and swing your leg over toward me,” he instructed. Sucking in a breath hesitantly, Alex did as he said. “Alright, then...here.” Willie offered a hand for Alex to grab so he could slide off with ease. Landing on the ground, he leaned into Willie to gain his balance, and felt a congratulatory pat on his back. It took more restraint than Alex anticipated to not simply wrap his arms around him and sit like that for an indefinite amount of time. They had all day ahead of them; he didn’t need the sudden fear of losing him to derail things out of nowhere.

“Sorry if I look like a wimp about all this,” he said, letting go of his hand.

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” Willie assured him, shaking his head. “This is...this is new.”

His eyes seemed to take Alex in from head to toe and Alex could’ve sworn the charge in the air between them would buzz if they got closer, spark if they made contact. It was almost like that moment in front of Willie’s door the week before. For a few seconds they remained locked in that trance before Willie took hold of the horse’s reins and handed them to Alex.

“Technically this trail could take hours, but I’m guessing this isn’t all you’re interested in today,” he said. “What do you say we stretch our legs a bit and then ride back?”

Looking from the reins in his hand back to Willie, Alex nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Opening his backpack, Willie handed him an apple and then bit down into one of his own. Taking a bite, it was one of the most refreshing apples Alex ever eaten. They walked the horses a little ways and tried to get good pictures of the different views around them. Alex asked to try his hand with the camera and get a few good shots of Willie. He didn’t consider himself a photographer, but he doubted when the photos got developed that they would turn out badly. The way Willie smiled made him seem like he was made of sunlight from the inside out.

As they rode back to the barn, Alex kept replaying those moments where he’d refrained from making a move over in his head. This had been strike two. If he continued on like this, he was going to hate himself for the rest of eternity, he was pretty sure. Was it some weird kind of side effect of the whole ‘Willie come back to life’ thing? Watching him affectionately say goodbye to his horse once they were ready to leave, Alex looked at his own horse and raised a tentative hand up to her nose.

The mare gazed back, patience gleaming in her eyes. He finally set his hand down on her nose and gently rubbed it up and down, smiling a little to himself. This wasn’t so bad. He could do this - it was just a matter of getting through all the barriers he made for himself in his head. Moving his hands from the horse’s nose, he stroked along her neck, and caught Willie smiling at him from the corner of his eye.

“You wanna try feeding her an apple?” he asked.

Thinking for a few seconds, Alex nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Pulling one out of his backpack, Willie placed it in Alex’s palm.

“Alright, so hold it out in front of you like this…” He positioned Alex to offer the apple. “And keep your palm flat.”

Alex uncurled his fingers and after sniffing at it a little the mare ate it out of his hand. He could ignore the sensation of her mouth touching him because Willie still had his arm around his shoulder to hold him steady. They looked at each other, and Alex wished he could get a proper shot at Willie’s face at that angle with the camera.

“Looks like you’re gonna get the hang of this,” Willie commended.

Alex looked back up at the horse, a little bit of pride swelling in his chest. “Yeah, I think I will.”

Later, they went to the beach at Alex’s suggestion. He was perched on the surface of a picnic table, posed as if he were looking off into the distance. Willie sketched with great concentration, having taken his hair out of his braids so he could run his hand through it. The late afternoon sun brought out all the best color contrasts in their surroundings - one of the things Alex loved about coming to the beach at this time of day.

“So I have a question,” Alex started, trying not to move too much. His tendency to talk with his hands kept getting him in trouble.

“Shoot,” Willie prompted him, not looking up.

“Did Caleb let you go to school or anything? Or did he provide any sort of education at all?”

Squinting, Willie looked thoughtful for a moment.

“So, after the accident, he told me that I’d had to be taken out of school,” he began, continuing to sketch. “Which makes sense, I guess, if I forgot everything. I remember some basic things, like math wasn’t hard to pick up again. Once I was recovered enough to go places, he just let me go to the public library and find whatever I wanted to read. But he always insisted on not having reminders of who I was before and said it was supposed to be helping me ‘become my own person’. He got rid of things like my school yearbooks and old journals and things. I didn’t think anything of it at first because he’d just called it useless clutter and I believed him. As soon as he decided I was fit enough to work in the diner and help out at the hotel, he told me to forget about school. Anything else I picked up was from watching TV, or listening to the radio, or something. Sometimes I’ll just remember I know something after hearing about it and it’s like it was just always there.”

Listening intently, Alex marveled at the whole thing. The fact that Caleb was not only negligent, but actively discouraging Willie from knowing anything, made him wish he could take down the man’s whole career. However, he figured Willie probably had a lot of his intelligence still untapped. If he’d been able to get away from Caleb and somehow create a life for himself in the span of a few months, Alex wondered what else he was capable of.

“What’s something you remember?” he wondered.

“I guess I used to be really obsessed with space. Just planets and stars and all that. I can spout off facts about Jupiter’s moons and stuff like that. Did you know that the moon Europa has a saltwater ocean under a layer of ice?”

Alex shook his head. “No, I didn’t. That sounds really cool though.” He thought of the stickers on Willie’s ceiling and smirked a little before reassuming his pose.

“I sort of wish I could remember being in school,” Willie was saying. “Everyone else seems to just share all of those memories and understand each other that way.”

Alex saw his brow furrow, and could tell he felt left out. He pondered on his own experience growing up in public school. There was almost no other way he would’ve met Luke, Bobby and Reggie if they hadn’t all attended the same schools. While he could easily critique and complain about it to no end, he knew it was a privilege.

“School is definitely hard,” he told Willie. “But I did get my friends out of it, and I guess that makes up for it. If it’s any consolation, you could just complain about Caleb like he was your horrible English teacher who thought he knew more about the subject of your essay, but you cited all of your sources and they proved him completely wrong.”

Willie laughed. “Why? Did that happen to you?”

Alex bobbed his head from side to side and feigned looking thoughtful . “Maybe.”

“I kind of like reducing him to a loser English teacher. He just sounds petty and sad.”

“That’s high school,” Alex confirmed.

Leaning back from his work for a minute to take it all in, Willie brushed a hand through his hair.

“Here, you wanna take a look at it?” he said. Alex hopped off the table and went to stand over Willie’s shoulder at the drawing and was immediately rendered speechless. The detail was impeccable, but Alex was more impressed by the feeling he got looking at it. Willie had managed to make him appear...handsome, and pensive, and fascinating, like anyone else could look at him and create a million unique ideas of who he was. However, it wasn’t anyone else looking at him, it was Willie, and what he’d captured felt like the truth. Alex couldn’t really explain what that meant, only that it was an honest representation.

“Okay, I know I said the one back at your place made me look good, but this is...this is unreal.”

He could see Willie trying to be modest, but the corners of his lips couldn’t stay down. Funny enough, he appeared even more unable to find words, and simply beamed as he looked back and forth between his sketch and Alex’s face.

A sudden impulse came over Alex, and he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of Willie’s skateboard and backpack. Willie sat looking flustered for a moment.

“Wanna swim?” Alex nodded toward the waves, bidding Willie to follow. He didn’t wait for him to catch up as he immediately began running into the waves up to his knees. Alex knew his pants would be even more ruined the second he hit the salty water, but he didn’t care. Now the sun was beginning to set and the chill of the waves was refreshing, and he couldn’t express what he felt just then in any other way.

Willie tackled him from behind, climbing onto his back and nearly knocking him over into the shallow tide. Clambering back to his feet, Alex splashed water at him. They began a playful water fight back and forth, until they were both drenched. Eventually, Alex tried to catch hold of both Willie’s hands in an attempt to prevent being splashed anymore. He had the advantage of longer arms, but before he could get a tight hold of the second arm Willie’s leg swept under his and they both fell just as a large wave washed over them.

As the water pulled back, they sat in the sand in a tangle, laughing. All Alex could think of was how pretty Willie was in this light, hair swept back off his face with tendrils resting over his shoulders, sun gleaming in his eyes and constantly shining from the inside out. The laughter died between them and he caught a look in Willie’s eye that made him wonder if he appeared to him to be just as perfect in that moment.

This time his mind and body worked in sync as he lifted a hand and gently pulled Willie into a short, tender kiss. All the self-flagellation from earlier was washed away in one pure moment, and exhilaration moved into its place. It felt soft and sweet, just the way he expected it should. Just as quickly as he’d let go, Willie went in for another one, a little longer and a little deeper. One hand remained caressing his cheek while the other wrapped around his upper back. Alex couldn’t help smiling into another kiss; he was too happy to care about anything else. Hardly a week ago, this had been impossible.

As they let go, their hands came together and they looked into each other's eyes, both releasing a relieved chuckle. Willie looked at the rest of the beach behind them and Alex’s eyes followed, but at this hour there were too few people around and no one paying attention to them. Turning back to Alex, Willie sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Wow,” was all he said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, I’d definitely do that again,” Alex smirked, until the joy in his chest converted it into a full grin.

A wave washed over them again and they both stood, shaking out their hair and trying to wipe off whatever sand they could. Heading back up the beach, Willie grabbed Alex’s hand so they could make their way up together. The sun was nearly set but Alex was sure it had just gone into his chest, bursting with excitement. Once they reached the picnic table, they gathered their things and Willie offered to carry Alex’s shirt inside his backpack on the way home. Thank goodness there were a few patches of grass so Alex could try to get a little more sand off his feet before putting his shoes back on.

“So how long have you been sitting on that?” Willie teased as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and they left the beach.

“Shut up,” Alex laughed, knowing he was being called out.

“No, really!” Willie bumped his side jokingly. “I want to know!”

Tilting his head back to try to remember, it didn’t take Alex long to give him the answer.

“Since day one,” he told him.

Surprise swept over Willie’s face as he looked at Alex.

“Seriously?” he asked.

Alex nodded.

“Me too.”

It was Alex’s turn to look surprised. Without saying another word, he took Willie’s hand in his and then kissed it before continuing back toward his place. The whole way they talked about all the different things they needed to do together in the future. Riding on more horse trails, dancing lessons, skating lessons, art modeling sessions, going to band practices and gigs, visiting the record store while Willie wasn’t working, etc. They both agreed that the entire day technically counted as a date, and all further plans would as well. Alex was reminded once again that he didn’t have a notebook to write things down in, and vowed to have one for the next time he saw Willie. Once they reached Willie’s door, they had already put their shirts back on and it was completely dark outside.

“Are you free any time next week?” Willie asked, still holding onto Alex’s hand.

“I wish I could say yes, but probably not. And as much as I’d love to give you my number, it’s really not the best idea.”

“Well, I could give you mine,” Willie said.

Alex shot him a confused look. Holding up a finger, Willie dug into his backpack until he found his sketchbook and tore off the corner of a page, quickly scribbling one down and handing it to Alex.

“It’s actually the one for work,” he said. “But if it’s what we can do for now, I’ll do it. Kyle won’t care.”

Looking at it for a minute and then stashing it in his now-dry pocket, Alex took hold of Willie’s chin and went to kiss him again. It was really hard to stop, but they soon broke apart.

“I gotta go,” Alex murmured.

Willie only nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go and slipping his own into his pocket.

“I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

Once again heading up the short set of stairs to the sidewalk, Alex rubbed his lips together, relishing in the taste of what he and Willie had just done. He couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #alive au #willex #willie #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #viva las vegas #with him #fiddlepickdouglas

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gerec · 5 years ago

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AU-gust 2020 Prompts

1. Fantasy AU - Cherik 2. College AU - Cherik, Xavierine 3. Soulmates AU - Cherik 4. Angels & Demons AU - Cherik 5. Post-Apocalyptic AU - Cherik 6. Hospital AU - Cherik

7. Childhood Friends AU - Cherik

For @ikeracity - I hope you don’t mind that I used your prompt for this childhood friends au fill! :D

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They’re just sitting down to dinner when the doorbell rings, surprising Erik as he’s about to make a giant dent in his mother’s kugel. Everyone he knows is already here – to celebrate his birthday, Edie’s orders – and he can’t imagine who else could possibly be at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Ruth shouts, bolting out of the dining room like her feet are on fire, which is – not that surprising really, since she’s been buzzing with anticipation all night. Erik would worry that she had some sort of big surprise planned, if he didn’t know any better; he hates surprises, almost as much as he hates getting presents for his birthday.

“Oh that must be Charles,” his mother says blithely, setting the last of the dishes on the dinner table with a pleased smile. “I’m so glad he could make it. I hope he still likes my brisket.”

Her comment makes zero sense to Erik, because he doesn’t even know a ‘Charles’; he doesn’t socialize with anyone outside of the people from work, and even then it’s really only Azazel and Moira that he likes enough to call friends. (Alex and Sean report to him, so they’re not really friends, but Mama insisted on inviting them too). And he‘s fairly certain his mother doesn’t know anyone named ‘Charles’ either, or would have had the chance to feed him her special brisket recipe.

Well, except for…

No they can’t possibly mean Charles Charles, who he hasn’t seen or spoken to in over ten years.

“Erik, Erik, look who’s here!” Ruth says, eyes glittering with excitement as she rounds the corner of the dining room, dragging some poor soul behind her by the arm. “It’s Charles! Can you believe it?”

Everyone stops to gape at the newcomer, conversations coming to an abrupt halt as they collectively stare at the handsome man framed in the doorway. The handsome, famous, talented, movie star Charles Xavier, who just won an Oscar for his leading role in the newest ‘Pride and Prejudice’ remake, and who also happens to be Erik’s best friend from kindergarten. They had been inseparable as children, and even shared their first kiss with each other, though nothing came of it beyond Erik’s lifelong crush and a broken heart he’s been nursing since their high school graduation.

“Holy shit,” Cassidy blurts out loud, dropping his fork with a clang, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. “What the fuck! You’re Charles Xavier.”

Dressed in a long sleeve button up and tan slacks, Charles is still utterly gorgeous in an effortless way, like he never has to do more to be camera ready than run his fingers through his hair. Erik remembers all the embarrassing times he’s gotten inconvenient erections around his best friend, when Charles had merely grinned in amusement, or look fixedly at him with those big blue eyes.

“Hello all,” Charles says, a little awkward, like he still isn’t used to the millions of people fawning all over him in real life and on the internet. “Mrs. Lehnsherr, hi. Thank you again for inviting me. I brought this with me; I hope you like it.”

His mother pulls Charles into a hug, and pets his cheek like she used to when they came home after school and raided the fridge for snacks. “None of that now, boychik. It’s Edie remember? Now come in and say hello to Erik.” She hands the bottle of wine Charles brought over to Ruth, and then turns to him with a slight frown. “Don’t just stand there with your mouth open, Erik. Introduce Charles to your friends.”

“Yes, Lehnsherr,” Azazel says with a smirk – because he’s an asshole, and because he knows that Erik has a private catalogue of all of Charles’ work, even his earliest, super obscure stuff from before he hit it big – “introduce the nice movie star to your boring, normal friends.”

“I know right?” Moira adds, her eyes still glued to Charles like he’s Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny rolled into one. “Why didn’t you tell us you knew Charles Xavier? Oh my god, we went to see Pride and Prejudice three times in the theater and you never said a thing!”

“Actually, why didn’t you get us tickets to see ‘Fires of Morder’ on opening night, you asshole?” Alex actually throws a napkin at him, though it bounces off his chest and lands on his kugel. “You’re friends with the lead actor! Why did we have to wait three days to see it with the unwashed masses?”

Erik scowls, because his friends are ridiculous, and because he doesn’t even know if he would consider Charles a friend anymore after all these years apart. They’d been so excited after graduation, and even talked about doing stage work together in New York, until Charles got a part in a miniseries that took him overseas to England for filming and then to a busy life in L.A.

And though Charles had promised to call and to stay in touch, the distance and time zone difference became too much to juggle, and gradually, he stopped reaching out to Erik, and Erik had let him go.

Some of those thoughts must have been apparent because Charles grimaces a little as he explains, “Actually, I’m afraid I haven’t been a good friend to Erik at all, for a long time now. I’m ashamed to say that I let work and life get in the way of our friendship, though I’m hoping he’ll give me a chance to make things right.”

“Of course he will,” his mother says, already pulling Charles over to take a seat next to Erik at the table. “Now let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

Erik realizes he still hasn’t said a word to Charles - because he’s still in shock, and because he’s apparently still madly in love with him, which is an inconvenient emotion to have for an ex-best friend who callously discarded your friendship for a life of wealth and fame. But Charles is still Charles, and his resolve to stay mad forever crumbles like dust when he sees the mix of hope and regret painted so clearly all over his face.

“You’ve been a terrible friend,” he says with a teasing grin. “I hope you’re ready to grovel, Xavier, ‘cause I’m definitely going to make you pay.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” Charles agrees readily, shoulders sagging as he huffs a relieved sigh. “You don’t know how glad I am to see you again. I’ve missed you, Erik.”

I’ve missed you too, Erik thinks, as he wraps his arms around Charles and pulls him into a hug. I’m not letting you get away again, without telling you how much.

#gerec writes #cherik #childhood friends au #au-gust 2020 #august writing challenge #day 7

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chaotic-neutral-toga · 5 years ago

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i’ve spent the entire time since my last post on this and holy fuck i want to fall into a coma

um okay i just thought up a zodiac based story plot thing and uyvbuhyb

okay so there’s this god-like thing but not exactly gods, i guess the “souls” of concepts, maybe?? so like those ones are infinite, not really but like they are, it’s confusing on purpose, but the zodiac are one of a kind each, Thing is they’re kinda destructive. Some do it because they can/want to, some do it because they don’t understand what’s wrong with it (they weren’t really ‘disciplined” or “taught”, so morality is kinda lost on them), and some are more kind, but still dangerous. In classic story fashion, they get sent down to the human world to become accustomed to morals, ethics, and just having a more grounded life. anyway characters

Pisces is autistic (yes im projecting a little) and destruction was the her way of stimming (other than snuggling in a hug with someone). When she gets to Earth, she does things that are “weird” to humans, since out of all of the zodiacs, she has the hardest time grasping the concept of the human world besides stuff she already knew(water and other stuff her sign rules). She’s fairly kind and compassionate, but has no tolerance for liars or anyone that gets on her bad side, which is a side even Aries sweats over. She likes puns (once they’re explained to her), and never understands innuendos or dirty jokes unless they’re really obvious. [Colors for her design: Mauve, Lilac, Violet, Sea Green. Closest Relationships: Virgo and Taurus. Human Name: Clementine.] Panromantic Demisexual

Aries is a bit reckless/destructive, to the point of idiotic sometimes, but he really does have the best intentions with most things he does. You can’t really blame someone for not knowing what they shouldn't do when they were never taught they had limits or boundaries that could be pushed. He can be bossy at times, but it’s usually because he knows his fellow Zodiacs well, and he can tell when they need someone to tell them what to do before they end up arguing over different ideas. Fire is the element he rules over, therefore it was one of the few human concepts he knew, so he took a quick liking to smores; it’s a sweet thing made over fire, what’s not to love? When he’s not riled up over something, he’s just a really passionate and affectionate friend. He identifies as an Androgynous Trigender, sometimes feeling like a boy, sometimes a girl, and sometimes agender, while preferring to use he/him pronouns. [Colors for his design: Red why the fuck does he only get 1 color wtf is this inequality. Closest Relationships: Libra and Leo. Human Name: Everett.] Aromantic Asexual(will kiss the homies uwu)

Taurus is pretty calm, but they can and will destroy you(verbally). They speak their mind and try their best to be honest, even if the truth is painful or undesirable. When dealing with problems, he keeps a straight face(facade or not), but lets his emotions out when it’s over (aka pouting as Cancer give them calming head pats). Because they’re one of the only ones who took to cooking (and one of the quickest to become relatively easily-adjusted to Earth), at times, they tend to be in a sort of parental role when interacting with the others. They can get frustrated with too much stress (aka more calming head pats), but they can usually work through it well enough. When it comes to love, he becomes flustered surprisingly easy, though this is technically hypothetical, as they haven’t encountered any romantic situations yet. Upon coming to Earth, Taurus discovered he’s allergic to reptiles, especially snakes, which makes his friendship with Scorpio, who will not give up his precious boop noodle, a bit rocky. He uses he/they pronouns. [Colors for his design: Green, Pink. Closest Relationships: Scorpio and Cancer. Human Name: Beau, pronounced Bo.] Gay

Gemini was probably the most optimistic of the bunch when they were first sent to Earth; she isn’t reckless, but she does live for the thrill. She has fun watching drama as long as it’s just harmless bickering, and she’ll stop any serious fights. She's a bit slow at reading the air sometimes, which is one of the few things that make her feel insecure. Even if she comes off as prideful or uncaring, she truly does treasure all her friends, and would move mountains for them. She is an ADHD Lesbian, so she has the awful pun of GA(Y)DHD. [Colors for her design: Light-Green, Yellow. Closest Relationships: Sagittarius and Aquarius. Human Name: Mikaela.] Lesbian

Virgo has a somewhat obvious crush on Pisces- not everyone knows, but it’s not rocket science for the observant ones- and Pisces thinks he’s just being a really great friend.(Virgo: I am stoic and distant and won’t open my heart to anyone. Pisces: Hi! Virgo: FUCK-). It’s easy for him to stress or obsess over something, and not give himself any room for imperfection. He’s one of the less outwardly destructive zodiacs, but internally, he tries to do too much and puts too much pressure on himself, which is never a good thing to do. Sometimes due to stress, he’ll isolate himself for a bit, but he gets very touch-starved very easily.. which makes it even more confusing how the snugly Pisces doesn't notice his feelings. [Colors for his design: Grey, Beige, Pale-Yellow. Closest Relationships: Pisces and Cancer. Human Name: Ezra.] get em boys, we found a Hetero

Libra is a quiet one, usually collecting information from afar before interjecting. He likes being helpful since he’s aware that he sometimes overthinks interaction. Asking him questions can be confusing, as he usually answers with simple “yes”’s and “no”’s. He enjoys reading fairytales; no real reason, he just likes them. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, which simultaneously makes him the dad and the baby of the group. [Colors for his design: Pink, Green. Closest Relationships: Aries and Sagittarius. Human Name: Libra, which is luckily an actual greek name.] Bi

Leo is a rowdy girl to say the least. She’s loves just horsing around with her friends, usually in the manner of play-fighting and tackle hugs. If you didn’t guess, she’s one of the more destructive Zodiacs, even on Earth. She denies ever doing things when confronted, though it doesn’t work most of the time (”Whaaat, I didn’t break that vase, that was Aries, right bro?” “Hey, don’t pin this on me!” “BRO-”). She is extremely loyal to the people she cares for, which could cross into naivety if she chose the wrong person as her friend. While she definitely isn't the motherly type, if one of her friends really needs to be comforted, she’ll sit them on her lap and stroke their head(she stronk owo). Though normally upbeat, she becomes somber in grim-looking situations, to the point of pessimistic. [Colors for her design: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Closest Relationships: Aquarius and Gemini. Human Name: Amaterasu.] Demiromantic Asexual

Scorpio has a pet boop noodle(baby ball python) that he almost stole before Taurus payed for it, which is when they discovered Taurus is allergic. They’re an overall cold and distant person, but they’re not completely shut-off; they just have a hard time warming up to people. Because of this, he holds grudges for a long time when his carefully-placed trust is betrayed. He seems to sometimes just appear and disappear during discussions with anyone noticing until he suddenly speaks up or they want to talk to him(spoiler alert: he’s just quiet). He’s very cute and peaceful when sleeping. [Colors for his design: Scarlet, Red, Rust. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Phoenix.] Arospike Aceflux

Cancer is very much a big sister to most, if not all, the Zodiacs. She has a caring air about her and can adjust to suit the boundaries of her friends. She herself is quite sensitive- though no one’s ever seen her like that- and she never wants her friends to feel that way. Besides that, she takes great interest in human pleasantries, such as sweet food, cameras, and lullabies. While she prefers to be the mediator during fights, if someone, say, insulted her friend and wouldn’t back off, she would lash back with a stone cold fury; the shock value alone gives her an advantage in those situations. [Colors for her design: White again with only one color wtf im adding my own, Pale-Orange, Various Yellows. Closest Relationships: Capricorn and Taurus. Human Name: June.] Questioning Asexual

Sagittarius is one of those aggressively positive people, saying what they want with no filter. They don’t take any shit from anyone, no matter who they are. She’s very free-spirited, but she’s not unguided; she knows what she wants and when she wants it. She’s never really hurt by anything, brushing and laughing things off almost immediately. She can get quite impatient, to the point of childishly whining. I’d bet 50 bucks that she was the first Zodiac to “discover” alcohol. [Colors for her design: Blue, Deep Purples, Browns. Closest Relationships: Gemini and Aries. Human Name: Nova.] Butch Grey-Aromantic Homosexual/Femmesexual

Aquarius is an analytical and selfless individual. They approach solutions to situations practically and objectively, even if their heart tells them otherwise. They keep their emotions bottled up most of the time, and if they’re doing something, there’s a high chance they’re doing it for someone else. Before, that was okay, since it was just the Zodiacs; but on Earth, it makes her a bit of a doormat. She’s one of the more morally-misguided Zodiacs, and she can’t really identify when something is criminal. She has a hard time remembering that she can’t say things like “human pleasantries” or call people insignificant compared to herself. They like being alone a lot, but they’re not antisocial. [Colors for her design: Light-Blue, Silver. Closest Relationships: Leo and Sagittarius. Human Name: Aqua no she did not try.] Aromantic Asexual(will not kiss the homies u~u)

Capricorn is pretty much “i’m surrounded by idiots”, but they’re his idiots and he knows he loves them. He doesn't look anything special, but he can and will throw you across the room if you fuck with him or his idiots, especially when he’s tired. He is peak sarcastic bitch and has pretty solid bullshit detector. If one of the Zodiacs is asleep where they shouldn’t be or they’re just leaving somewhere, he usually hoists them over his shoulder. He’s generally reserved but the Hug Pile™, or really extreme amounts of platonic affection in general, make him really soft; half because he’s surprised that they honestly care for him that much. [Colors for his design: Brown, Black, Grey, Yellow, Yellow-Orange. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Kai.] Aromantic Asexual(will be kissed by the homies owo)

holy fukcing shit is that it. am i finally fucking done. oh sweet jesus im crying this took me so fucking long

sorry if anyone was worried about me, i’m fine. Art, drabbles, and headcanons for this are allowed, but please link this post and/or tag me(or just send it in asks). i’ll try to be productive on this, tho itll probably be in the form of mini scenarios and incorrect quotes.

Here are the songs that kept me from kms while i made this: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru, Namine Ritsu-Error by kyaami, Yukune Ruko-I Don’t Wanna Know by Narcissus, Nakakapagpabagabag by Dasu, Madness of Duke Venomania Eng Sub by IkuSuperbia, v flower-Close to You by kyaami, My Nocturnal Serenade by YOHIO, Len’s Growl-Ghost Rule by Teto Chan!, Fukase English-Never Gonna Give You Up, Fukase English-Your Reality.

pls feed me validation on this i tried so hard my brain hurts

#my story #big post #zodiac #zodiac story #human zodiac

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haikyuu-fixs · 5 years ago

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akaashi x reader smau (8/8)

Akaashi was glaring silently ahead, not making eye contact with me after having let go of my waist and dragging me out of the dorms. We had been walking for ten minutes and I had no clue where we were going because he had the list but I don't think he even registered the fact that I was with him.

“Hey ‘Kaashi, are you hungry? You didn't get any of the onigiri.” I spoke up, opening my backpack to pull out some food for him. He blinked, his eyes focusing on me and finally registering.

“Yes, what do you have?” He asked softly, his voice making me melt. We sat at a bench and I pulled out the rest of the onigiri I had made, passing one of the four rice balls to him.

“Bokuto told me they were your favorite and knowing those boys I figured you wouldn't get any so I put some aside.” I said with a smile, noticing how different he was acting from seconds ago. He was so literally so pretty. I snapped out of my infatuation day dream and unwrapped one of the rice balls and bit into it, not knowing I had been as hungry as I was. He savored the first two snacks but practically inhaled the last one as I finished my single one , focusing on not staring at him.

“Thank you, we should get going.” He said after finishing his food, standing up and holding his hand out to me. I felt my ears burn but grinned and took his hand, it was super warm. We got all of the alcohol that was requested and stopped at a street vendor for yakisoba before going back. As we got closer Akaashi’s mood changed and when we entered the dorm area he pushed me against the wall lightly, seeming upset.

“Do you like Terushima?” He asked, not looking me in the eye. What the fuck?

“No way. He just flirts with every girl, he's a playboy.” I explained, wanting him to look me in the eye but he wouldn't. I grabbed his chin gently and tilted it up so he would look at me.

“You know you're really pretty, right?” I asked with a small smile, taking in his features and enjoying it more than I probably should have, my neck burning where his skin met with mine. He got a small smile on his face- just the ghost of one- and took a step back from me, starting for Kenma and Kuroo’s dorm room. Omg was he blushing? I followed after him happily and when we were in the correct hallway I ran ahead and opened the door, holding it open for the boy. He gave me a soft smile and I almost exploded in happiness, letting it shut behind us. I was gonna put the alcohol on the desk but it was quickly swept out of my arms by Tanaka who yelled his thanks and I was pulled to the side by Kuroo, falling onto my cousin's bed. The boy was cueing up Stardew Valley for me while Kuroo stood by expectantly.

“Where’s Hina-chan?” I asked, not seeing the ginger anywhere nearby.

“He went out to get a drink from the vending machine. I want to hear all the details about why it took you two so long later, alright?” Kuroo winked at me before going to his bed to go through his phone.

“I’m going to go change and I’ll be back, okay?” I asked, ruffling my cousins head playfully. He nodded and I left, going to change into some shorts and a short sleeve, knowing it would be hot in the small room crammed with bodies. I walked back over and saw the small dorm was already filled with people. Bokuto winked and nudged me when I walked in but I disregarded it and cuddled next to my cousin who started his game. About ten minutes in Kuroo passed me a sweet alcoholic drink and I sipped it as I watched my cousin play. It started to get extremely loud and as soon as I looked up, Yama was next to me with a drink in his hand. I hadn't even realized I had finished my drink.

“Just how you like it.” He said happily, taking a seat on the other side of Kenma who was now playing animal crossing. I took a sip of the drink and smiled, it tasted like juice. I ruffled my cousin’s hair and went to socialize some- figuring the best way to do that was either talking with the captains who were doing shots or Noya and Tanaka who were playing mario kart. I decided on the latter and sat behind the two, Yaku joking with Hinata and Kageyama who were arguing over the loud music. I squinted at the screen, it having a bit of a double as the karts went faster than everything else in the room.

I laughed quietly at the way the boys were screaming and downed the rest of my drink, Yaku happily supplying me with a third juice like alcohol. These boys were trying to get me drunk and I didn't mind too much, it being entertaining to drink with good friends. I made my way over to Kuroo and Bokuto who were discussing something in great detail to Tsukki who looked like he could care less. I wrapped an arm around the tall boy and stumbled slightly, welcoming myself into the little huddle.

“Tell me honestly, how much have you made me drink?” I asked, slurring my words slightly. Kuroo and Bokuto exchanged glances before turning back to me. The music was loud and the lack of light felt pretty nice, it still being too warm to be comfortable. It would have been unbearably hot if any of the lights had been on.

“About six. Want a seventh?” Kuroo said, passing me the red solo cup he had been nursing. I shrugged and took it, downing the liquid, feeling warm and light despite this drink tasting terrible. He wasn't nearly as picky as I was when it came to alcohol.

“So, we were talking about you and Akaashi.” Bokuto said, making me nod before grinning.

“He’s so pretty.” I muttered happily, not knowing where the boy was at the moment.

“He sure is. Now, I’m 70% sure he's getting drunk too because he was embarrassed. You should have seen what he was spamming Bokuto.” Kuroo said, snickering and passing his phone to Tsukki who got an uncharacteristic smile on his face the longer he read it.

“If we send Terushima in now, there's bound to be something that happens on Akaashi’s end.” Bokuto said happily, taking a swig from his cup.

“Even though he's usually calm and collected, being drunk is bound to loosen him up enough to say something.” Tsukishima confirmed, passing the phone back to Bokuto, the three turning to me expectantly.

“He’s like, super pretty, do you guys wanna see some of the photos I took?” I mumbled happily, clicking my phone and stuffing it into Tsukishima’s hands. He looked somewhat exasperated but he played along and looked through the photos, getting genuinely impressed the further down he scrolled.

“Yes he is very pretty, now go.” Tsukishima said as if speaking to a child, pushing me away from the huddle. I huffed, annoyed with being kicked from the group and leaned against the bedpost, feeling sort of light headed.

“Hey y/n! I texted you so you’d remember but I’m here to say sorry for flirting with you and get operation don’t fuck up to its peak!” Terushima said happily, taking my cup from my hand. Oh, that was really sweet. But what was operation don’t fuck up?

“Thanks, Yuji, I appreciate it.” I slurred, smiling at his demeanor and seeing his face blush very slightly. Oh, I should have called him by his last name.

“I hope we become friends.” I mumbled, trying to fix it. He lit up, nodding happily before running a hand through his hair.

“Akaashi should be coming over here soon.” Terushima said, taking a half a step closer to me.

“Y/n, come on.” I heard next to me, a warm hand grabbing my own and pulling me away from the blonde who winked at me. After a few steps we were out and in the refreshing hallway. I felt bad about being dragged out without saying goodbye but I couldn't register that I should have said goodbye. Akaashi’s grip never wavered but he was walking incredibly slowly so I wouldn't trip or stumble, letting me lean on him.

“Are you drunk too?” I mumbled, feeling incredibly sleepy and finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Only a little. We’re gonna get you some water then you can go to bed.” He said, unlocking the door to his dorm- the two of us getting shocked by the wave of cold air that had been in the room. Someone had left the air conditioning on.

“Go ahead and lay down. On your side.” He said, going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. I sat on the farthest bed and laughed- I had been in this room a few times and I never knew the prettiest boy I knew lived here. He opened the bottle and held it up to my lips, trying to get me to drink some. I complied and took a few sips, the cool liquid clearing my throat and refreshing me. He pulled the bottle away and set it on the floor, taking a sweater off the bed and attempting to pull it over my head.

“You need water too.” I mumbled out, trying to make his life easier by putting my arms through the warm sweater. He nodded and took a few sips from the bottle before pushing me back, laying me on my side just in case. I looked up at him and felt my face go red in embarrassment, laying on my back and covering my face to try and hide the blush.

“You need to lay on your side. You drank a lot.” Akaashi muttered, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand gently. I removed my hands and sat up, smiling before pulling him onto the bed. My grip was weak but he humored me, laying down next to me. I wrapped my arms under his and stuffed my face in his neck so I wouldn't look at his face and be embarrassed. He put an arm around my back to make sure I wouldn't tilt in my sleep and one around my head, petting my hair softly.

“You're really nice.” I mumbled out, hugging him tighter so he wouldn't see the stupid grin I had or the blush that was on my face.

“I appreciate it, you're really nice too. And you're pretty.” He said, his heartbeat speeding up slightly. I sighed and let myself fall asleep- wanting to for a good while.

akaashi x reader part 8 (end)

a/n- sorry it isnt in smau form but i thought this was more fittin 🍌🍞

#akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu kenma #kuroo tetsurou

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ixchel-sketch · 5 years ago

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TITLE: Cacalotl / El Cuervo GENRE: Crime & Romance FANDOM: Mayans M.C. SHIP(S): Coco & Original Female Character STATUS: Complete LENGTH: 4,057 words

Coco is beginning to feel worn down by balancing his responsibilities with the MC and his relationship with Maya. Before she goes away to a festival for a week he gets a letter letting him know that he’s being placed back on active duty. The club is supportive now that he is a fully patched member and all that is left to do is tell Maya about it. Meanwhile she discovers some game changing news of her own.

The honeymoon phase was officially over, whatever the fuck that meant. Five months into their relationship and there was no longer any novelty about coming home and finding arbitrary art supplies scattered into every corner of his place. Or the small piles of clothes that remained stacked where they’d been removed until he reminded her to do her fucking laundry. Though he didn’t have too much of a leg to stand on with complaints, his beer bottles and cigarette butts were practically a form of interior design by this point. Both of them had low moods where they weren’t productive, much less focused on avoiding the other’s pet peeves.

When he was still a prospect Coco could get away with disappearing for a few hours to a night or two spent somewhere else. Now that he was a fully patched member he didn't have to stay late after parties and runs to clean shit up. There was more freedom and some stability now that the club business was going good. Maya had decided to cut down on the amount of travel she did a year, her nights spent split between the RV parked in the back of Coco's house and his bed. Sometimes it was great, he felt a sense of peace coming home and seeing her face light up when he entered the room. Or her head popping out from behind the thin door of her van once the sound of his motorcycle cut off. The feel of her pressed against him at night. But on the hard days, ones where she would suddenly stay in all day and only move to finish a painting or pop something in the microwave reminded him of just how trapped all of the so called stability made Coco feel.

And the guilt at having those feelings just made him feel even more fucked up. Maya would look at him with those big dopey eyes and say sweet things at him. Even when his temper would flare and he would push her away she would just shut down and give him space or worse...be outright accepting. The guys didn’t see it as a problem and Coco had gone long past the point of trying to explain. As far as Angel and Gilly were concerned she was damn near perfect, never causing drama or getting into Club business. She didn’t even give Coco a hard time when they would spend nights at Vicki’s for some celebration or another that usually involved other women giving them attention.

Which was just another sin Coco could add to his current list of burdens. While Maya had remained faithful and filled her time making art Coco had not been able to resist flirting and stealing kisses from the women at Vicki's. He hadn't slept with anyone, an embarrassingly small point of pride he still wore like a badge. Though the longer it took for them to see any kind of excitement or danger the more his resolve weakened on that front. When they finally got a job doing a run that their northern charter couldn’t complete, crossing over territories that would take at least a couple of days to cover and keep up with the necessary hospitality, it felt like a breath of fresh air. An eager distraction from confronting the news he’d gotten earlier that week.

Maya certainly hadn’t seen it that way.

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped and the look of disappointment that wormed onto her face made his stomach clench. “ I have to leave for that festival in a couple days…”

“Yeah.” She’d been gearing up for that for weeks, only adding to the stress of their interactions. A smudge of red paint on her cheek told him she’d been working on the collection again. Finally being able to get away for more than a day was exactly what he needed. “And?”

“I just thought you might want to spend it together.” Her words were loaded and it sent Coco automatically on edge. They had never set restrictions on the other’s behavior before but now she was going to disapprove of the Club business?

“It’s not exactly a choice.”

“But you want to go, right?”

His shoulders bunched up, making the shrug more apparent and he turned his back to where she was standing in the kitchen to head towards the room and begin packing his bag. The plan was to leave early in the morning and cover as much road as possible. Maya stayed at the doorway and even not facing her Coco could guess that her arms were crossed over her chest. “I gotta go. It feels like I’ve been stuck in the house for fucking weeks.”

“That’s kind of funny,” Though her tone made it clear that she felt no amusement. “ considering you’ve had more shifts and club stuff these last two weeks than in the past couple of months. And when you are here you’re practically itching to leave.”

“How the fuck do you know what’s going on in my head?” The clothes were tossed onto the bed with little care, just a couple things that would fit into his military surplus backpack.

“Are you serious?” She scoffs, turned to head back into the kitchen so that she could finish putting away some dishes she’d been working on clearing out earlier. Maya had a habit of leaving them in the sink until the end of the day and felt the need to clean from the rising tension come over her. “The only time you want to talk to be around me is when you want to fuck.”

“Wait wait,” He calls from the other room and the sound of his pack being dropped to the floor is the only noise until he’s standing in front of her with an incredulous expression. Dark brows are lowered into a glower and Maya squares her shoulders in preparation for the oncoming fight.

They didn’t get into arguments often. In fact she could probably count the number of actual fights on one hand, usually resulting in one of them leaving the house until they had both cooled down and were ready to actually talk about it. There was always some sort of catalyst, or some slow building thing that was finally too much for either of them bare. The former was always an easier fix...but something about the way that he’d been pushing her away made her think the resolution wouldn’t be so simple this time. It had only become obvious that something was wrong when she noticed the way he would lean away from her, the casual brush of his hand against her waist or ass had long since stopped when they were in public. And even though she knew the club had legitimate connections and business at Vicki’s, Coco came back smelling more and more like cheap perfume instead of just cigarette smoke.

“Don’t pull that fuckin shit. If I’m not at the club or work I’m here just hanging while you do your art so you can take the fuck off again. And when I gotta do the same you wanna start shit? Fuck!” One of the drying plates from the sink is swept off the counter in one fast movement, sending glass shattering on the floor and making Maya jump a couple inches in the air. Her eyes are wide with shock and he purposefully doesn’t meet them, only stares at the organic shaped pieces of ceramic that decorated the tile.

“What the fuck is goin’ on with you?” Her Appalachian draw picked up as her heart started to race. There was definitely something deeper that caused this kind of reaction in him and the dread that it was something big began to loom in her mind’s horizon. “This isn’t about me wanting to spend time with you before I leave town for a couple weeks is it?”

“No, it’s about you never leaving me the fuck alone!” She’s silent, watching him try to breathe some level headed thoughts back into the conversation, his hand swipes at his mouth where some spittle still clung from when he was shouting. “You’re always here, and when you’re not you’re in my fucking drive way. I agreed to date you, not put a fucking ring on it.”

Coco felt out of control. As though the topic they had was covered in a metaphoric sheen of gasoline and in his hand held the match. Sure, there had been times when Coco had done his best to lash out and push Maya away, but all of those had been weighted down by his infatuation with her. Now, all he could think about was how good the road was going to feel and the hours of silence and distance. Of action. Of getting away from the conversation at hand and where he knew it would lead. There was far more comfort in the life that he’d known than there was struggling to find himself in a life of domesticity with her.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m leaving then, I guess.” To agree with her out loud would be too spiteful so instead he went to work picking up the mess he’d made. Shoulders still held high and tight and each action was careful, like he was desperately trying to keep whatever he was feeling buried. Each silent moment made the void of anxiety in her chest open just a little bit wider. “Do you...still want me here? Or is this about something else?”

Coco’s dark eyes snap to her face and Maya swallows heavily. There’s a severity to his grimace and she had a feeling if he didn’t have a dust pan full of broken plate he’d probably be reaching for a cigarette right about now. After dumping them in the trash can he ran a hand through his hair. A few moments of tense silence later and Coco crossed the kitchen to pull out an official looking envelope, her own gaze drawn towards the seal of the US military at the corner. “What the fuck is that?”

“Got this a couple days ago. “ Her hands were practically shaking as the piece of paper slipped free from its packaging. A quick scan of the first page gave her enough information...he was being called back to active duty and would have to leave at the end of the month. “I already told the guys, they got no beef with it.”

“But you didn’t want to tell me. You didn’t even tell me you were still enlisted!” “Signed up for six years, they can call me back if they want.”

“So? Fuck them!”

The glare she receives for that outburst tells her all she needs to know. His mind was made up and the withdrawing made total sense now. A lump formed in her throat and she retreated back to his room to climb onto the bed and wait for him to follow. The painting she’d just finished earlier was still hung on the wall to dry and caught her eye. When Coco finally came in to finish packing Maya waited, the air heavy between them. There was an emotional pain blooming in her heart that felt like the coming of the end. Her voice wavered when she finally worked up the courage to speak.

“What does that mean for us? I don’t...I don’t want us to be over.”

Tears finally break free and make tracks down her cheeks and Coco lets out a heavy sigh. Maya hadn’t even noticed that she had her palms pressed to her face until his calloused hands are gently pulling them away so he can wrap his arms around her. Falling for each other hadn’t been in either one’s plans and even though she’d never met another person that made her feel like he did --- some part of her had always known that Coco wasn’t ready for something permanent.

“Nothing’s got to change right now, we got a couple days to figure it out.” She shook her head against his shoulder and let out a small hiccup of a sob. He was leaving to get away from her. He wanted it to end and there was nothing that she could do about it. The emotion at the forefront of her mind was heavy confusion at how they had even gotten to this point. More gentle than he had ever been, Coco buried his face against her neck and for just a moment she thought he might join her in shedding a couple tears. Instead he simply stroked her back until her chest felt a little less tight and her crying had slowed to a stop. The warmth of his palm against her spine and Coco’s steady breathing turned heavy as he pulled her closer still.

“I love you.” Maya whispered into the space between them. He didn’t reply, simply placed a kiss in the corner of her neck, her jaw, her lips. His hands are careful but still hold a bit of desperation where they grip her. The fact that he doesn’t say it in return doesn’t go unnoticed but she valiantly pushed the fear of what was to come away so that she could only feel the familiar and comforting arousal that his attentions usually brought on. Maya kissed him back with fervor, hands splayed on his chest, smoothed over the loose white T-shirt he wore until she could wrap her arms around his neck. The long steady strokes down her back slowly reach even lower until he’s grabbing her ass and pulling her into his lap.

“I’m sorry.” She’s not sure if he means for the fight, or for something more final… Either way it doesn’t matter at the moment. Maya shushes him with another kiss, one of her hands going to card through the short black hair at the base of his head. His gentleness begins to fade when she arches her back so that their chests are pressed against the other, though there is still a measure of care to his movements when Coco pauses to remove the sundress she'd thrown on earlier.

His clothes are quick to follow and Maya takes the opportunity to stretch out on the mattress beside him, eyes roving over his bare form -- memorising the lines of his tattoos and the way they move over his muscles. Soon the shadow of him looms over her, his forearms bracketed either side of her and Coco places a kiss on her forehead. There's something heavy and too scary to name behind their intimacy. A slowness that neither had really had too much patience for before that night. Now it was as though both of them were determined to take their time, one of his legs sliding between hers and allowing the weight of his body to rub her in all the right places.

"Fuck, you feel good." He groans, hips rolling against her. Maya smirks and brings her hand up to lick her palm before slipping it between them and around his member, earning a gasp of pleasure and fevered kiss for her efforts. Coco thrust against her hand, his own findinding purchase in gripping her thigh or calf where it's raised against his side. His breath is hot between them, warming the air between kisses placed on her collar and lower still.

Maya lets out a small cry when he noses against her breast then his lips close around a raised nipple. At the same time Coco easily entered her, her hand on his dick going to scrape up his back and rest curled around broad inked shoulders in order to keep him close. She feels stretched and full in all the right ways, but it’s still not enough.

"Shit, harder baby--" Her tone breathy and heavy with desperation. The heat on Maya's belly growing and moving south with building pressure of pleasure. Opposite of her request, he comes free of her and laughs at the pouting frown that creased her full lips. Before she had time to complain though, Coco takes firm hold of one of her legs and brings it up to his shoulder.

“Oh! Fuck!” At this angle it feels like he might be trying to split her open, hips pistoning fast and harsh until the sound of their pants and the slap of flesh is all that’s left. One of Maya’s hands traces up the muscles of his stomach to lay a palm over his chest and Coco meets her lust filled gaze with heavy lidded eyes. A wet kiss placed messily at the where her calf is balanced against his collar. Her own eyes fall closed as her orgasm ripples through her and pulls him closer to the edge, but she thinks she catches the words ‘Te quiero’ on his lips.

It’s almost a week before she talks to him again. Four days before she’s supposed to return from the festival. The next morning Coco had taken off hours before she woke up, leaving Maya full of insecurity over their future and the argument that had occured that night. There was no trying to talk him out of his decision and the longer that she spent thinking about the time that would mean apart --- the bigger the void got in her chest and the looming feeling of heartbreak. They had never spent too much time planning their future, but she had a feeling at least a year apart would require some kind of heavy talking. And if their last conversation was any judge of his feelings on commitment then she truly felt as though their relationship was living on borrowed time. The internal disquiet caused her stomach to let out a sharp pang of nausea, bile rising in her throat and Maya forced herself to breathe through it rather than go running out of her booth.

“Hey! Maya!” A familiar voice caused her head to snap up and a grin pushed the dark thoughts momentarily at bay. Tati, the artist that ran the table next to hers came over with a water bottle in her outstretched hand. “Here, you’re looking kind of pale.”

“I’m alright, just a bit of indigestion.”

“Damn, that sucks. Do you think I could borrow a tampon?”

“No. Please do not return it.” She laughed and went to get her purse, sure she had a few older ones lying towards the bottom of the large patchwork bag. Her mind ildely trying to think of the last time she’d used them and froze with a sudden icy chill of panic Maya couldn’t hope to hide. Her fingers shook as she fumbled to place the plastic wrapped tube in her friend’s hand.

“You okay? You look like you just saw a fucking ghost.”

“N..No, I’m fine.” Tati looked unconvinced but thanked her again before heading back over to the safety of her canopy. These were the times she wished she’d split the table with another artist so that she might be able to take a break and answer the scary question that was growing like a weed in the back of her mind. As it was she would have to wait until the end of the day to close up her booth and head to the nearest convenience store, each hour passing by impossibly slow despite the amount of decent foot traffic she had. Her gaze cast out and locked onto a nest of a black birds, most likely a crow, equally busy in the tree across the foot worn path. Whether they were a beautiful show of nature or a bad omen she couldn’t say. Instead she counted the weeks since her last cycle, then again for good measure to make sure that it wasn’t just paranoia. Sure, she was on The Pill but had been known to accidentally miss a day or two...and she’d never been very good about staying on schedule with it.

" Fuck me, shit.” By the time she made it to the store the sun had set and her anxiety was in full swing. Maya grabbed two boxes of tests and polished off the rest of her large water bottle. Privacy was pushed to the back of her mind in panic and the brunette locked herself into handicapped stall. Coco had been slow to answer her texts since he'd left, and even now left her messages on read despite the obvious stress behind them. With her heart racing and the test lining up on the sink accusingly, she was in no mood to be toyed with.

"Pick up, pinche pendejo." Three calls, no answer. The sound of women coming and going in the other stalls completely ignored by the focus at hand. By the fifth call there's finally an answer on the other end, his voice tight and the sound of laughter in the background loud and obnoxious over the line.

"What?"

"Where are you?" She had expected him to be home, or maybe out with the guys. Though the familiar sound of music and women's laughter told her otherwise. "At Vicki's?"

"Yeah. Hello to you too."

"Hm." He'd never ignored her calls when he was there before.

"What? Qué paso?"

"I think we have a problem." She waits for him to say anything but the only response is the quieting of ambient noise. He must have gone into another room or stepped outside. The tension grows so thick that her stomach spikes with nausea once again. One glance at the four tests lining the sink and she's unable to breathe the repugnant feeling away this time. The cell phone placed quickly on the floor before Maya emptied the contents of her stomach.

With a tired sigh she wiped her mouth and picked the cell phone up, grumbling a weak apology.

"What happened? You take something?"

"No, nothing like that." She'd called him from a show sick from drinking or tripping before, her impulse control severely lacking while on the road. The words felt foreign in her mouth but she forced them out. The bitter taste of bile still coating the back of her throat with a scratchy burn. "I'm pregnant."

Nothing. Almost complete quiet except for where his breathing has gone rough and stilted. "What the fuck did you just say? Are you sure? I thought you were on the pill?"

Multiple feelings strike her at once, rippling through her core like a physical blow. Intensifying with each question. Though her tone goes flat and cold, the cell gripped so tight Maya's knuckles go white. "I am. It's not perfect."

"Yeah? No shit."

Her eyes closed tightly and Maya swept the tests into the trash. There was no use clinging to them as though she could will away the situation. She clears her throat to make sure her voice doesn't break. "So...what do you want to do?"

It's his turn to sigh, a slow whooshing crackle over the line and he sounds bone weary and utterly contrary to the wired and shaky energy that courses through her veins. "That's not on me. Look... I already got a couple kids, and I'm not in their lives for a reason. Ain't nothing really changed on that front."

It's a conversation that they should have been holding in person. Both of them shared accountability for what had happened and not being able to see the look on his face only hastened the hysteria that swiftly encroached. "Right. So you don't...want to be involved. If I keep it."

"Maya...I'm not even gonna be here."

"Right." Her heart sinks and Maya finally flees the small bathroom, rushing out of the store and shivering when the night air chills the nervous sweat that misted her forehead. The lock to her bike came free as she balanced the cell phone on her shoulder. Numb shock of what this meant making her movements mechanical. The consuming heartbreak just waiting until she was alone to attack, for now anger was her only defense. "You're right. I got this. Just do me a little favor, 'kay?"

He doesn't answer but it doesn't really matter. There's no way that Coco would turn down this final request, especially since she wouldn't be back for another few days.

"Pack up my shit so I can just swing by and get it? Thanks."

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