#If they keep calling him a baby I want that to become his official nickname fr

[thyandrawrites]

I imagine Rin holding his first newborn baby and giving them this speech in such a serious manner the baby immediately cries. And then Rin going. Good. The baby now knows that life is a battlefield with no heaven or hell awaiting you

[puck-luck]

Forever yearning for a jealous, dominant Luke Hughes. I mean spitting in your mouth, edging, mirror sex, etc. I need the filthy, down bad luke.

Scenario: maybe you’re becoming close with one of the other players (completely innocent-just forming a friendship) but Luke doesn’t see it as that way…

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warnings (in no particular order): spit(!!), jealousy, dom!luke, edging, mirror sex, one (1!) slap to the face just for the enjoyment of my friend jo, spanking, drinking (technically underage hiii luke turn 21 already stop being lame), beating yourself up, pet names and nicknames as FUCK (always bro do y’all even know me), road head, face fucking, unprotected p in v, dare i say breeding kink, implied subspace, allusion to size kink (probably established size kink to be fair), I THINK THAT’S IT BUT I’M NOT SURE! pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader summary: the one when luke gets jealous at the bar and doles out a bit of a punishment (code: luke is insecure about his performance on the ice, so when his gf starts talking with another teammate who is her friend, he gets jealous and feels like he has to prove himself by making her feel good, but he’s still a dom bc HOTTTT) wc: 6416

The Devils’ last game of the season was at home this year. There was no chance that they would make the playoffs and Jack was out in Colorado for his shoulder surgery, plus Luke’s parents weren’t able to make it from Michigan for his final rookie game. He was depending on you to be there, so there you were. You were cheering, you were yelling at the officials when they missed a call, you were laughing at Luke when he took a trademarked Hughes spill on the ice with barely anyone around him. Yeah, you were disappointed at the end of the game when the Islanders won (and it wasn’t even close), but it was just one game. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was a disappointment, but it wasn’t life-changing.

Luke, however, was much more upset with their performance when you met up with him after the game. He drove the two of you to the bar where the team was meeting for one last celebration before the off-season and he tried, he really did, to keep his complaints inside. He was stewing, just letting it well up inside of him and fester in the silence between you, until it spilled over.

“It should have been a better game,” Luke finally said, the harsh edge in his tone rubbing you in all the wrong ways. “We could’ve done more. If I had just–”

“Lu, baby,” you interrupted, voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I was out there the longest, other than Jake,” Luke argued. “They depend on me and I let them down.”

“You were only on the ice for one goal, Lu. You couldn’t have done anything about at least the other three.”

Your statement was not something he wanted to hear. Your boyfriend, sweet as he was, always saw the best in everyone else and the worst in himself. Where he could have been blaming Brendan for the loss, since Brendan was on the ice for three of the four goals, he was instead blaming himself. He was never one to hold a grudge against his teammates or his friends or his family, which was part of the reason why you were so in love with him.

He grunted instead of giving you a real response, but you knew it was coming from a place of knowing you’re right but still feeling hurt.

“I love you,” you told him, just a reminder that his performance would never affect your affection towards him. 

“I love you too,” Luke replied, and you two fell back into silence. It was less tense this time, but his shoulders were still tense and he was frowning, almost pouting. He was so pretty, even now, but you hated how this expression marred his face.

When you pulled up to the bar, you were met by Luke’s teammates. While some of the men had gone home after the game, it was mostly the ones who had families. You knew their wives and girlfriends would have encouraged them to go out with the team rather than stay home with the kids, but you understood. If Luke had wanted to go straight home after the game, you would’ve gone with him and cuddled him until you fell asleep.

“Do you want to get out and get me a drink, baby, while I find parking?” Luke asked, always so considerate. 

“Yeah,” you agreed easily, leaning over the center console to peck his lips before you left the car. 

Waiting outside the entrance of the bar, Nico and John smiled as you got out of the car and walked over to them. You hugged each of them before entering the bar, Nico walking in ahead of you and John following you with a hand on your back. 

It didn’t mean anything to you or to John, but when Luke watched John guide you into the bar before he drove away to search for a parking spot, something sharp and green poked at his heart.

Luke finally made his way into the bar about ten minutes after you walked in, and your face had lit up when you saw him like it had been much longer. He didn’t see you at first, so you had the chance to watch him scan the room. His brow was furrowed as he scanned each person’s features. You knew that he was trying to spot you without looking for the other boys at first, but it was proving difficult with how crowded the room had become.

Timo appeared at his side and patted Luke’s shoulder in greeting. Luke talked to him for a minute before Timo pointed your way. Luke’s face split with a smile when he saw you and he gave Timo a pat before beelining towards you.

You looped your arms around Luke’s neck when he joined you, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Gross,” Nico complained from next to you. “It’s only been a few minutes since you’ve seen each other.”

“You’re not in love,” Luke replied, snarky and sarcastic like he tended to be when it wasn’t just the two of you. He then turned to you. “Where’s my drink?”

“What a priority,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. He pinched your side. “I sent Johnny to go get it.”

Luke’s expression changed for a split second before he schooled his features. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t so in tune with his emotions, experience that comes only after years of dating a person. 

You let it go, knowing that it can’t be too important, or Luke would have said something. He knew you were friends with guys on the team. After being around them for almost a year, having moved out here with Luke at the start of his rookie year, it was bound to happen. Plus, Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He knew that you loved him and you’d love him forever, saying yes in a second if he chose to propose.

But to him, there was something about the way you said “Johnny” instead of John. It was that and John’s hand on your back as he guided you into the bar, on top of an already hard night, that had Luke questioning himself.

“I asked him to get you a rum and coke,” you said, tilting your head up to poke Luke’s nose with your own. “Is that okay?”

“It sounds good, thank you,” Luke replied. 

You resume conversation with Nico, turning to face him but staying tucked into Luke’s side. He had a hand on your hip and the other accepted the drink that John handed Luke when he returned. He nursed it quietly for a while, engaging in conversation here and there, but mostly just enjoying his time with his friends. 

The game was the last time that his whole team would be together like that, but this night out was the last time that his team, his friends, would be together in the way that mattered. Even if no one was traded, if no one changed in the slightest (except Jack, coming back from injury), things still wouldn’t be quite the same. It wouldn’t be his second year, his presence wouldn’t be new or exciting. He would have to try harder, do better, and be consistent to show that he wasn’t just an example of beginner’s luck.

He clutched you a little tighter to his side at that thought. He was comforted by the way that you melted into him, moving to lean back against his chest. Your hand covered his and the other polished off your drink. He took the empty cup from you and kissed your cheek before pulling away to toss your cup, and his, in the trash can behind him.

When he returned, he was taken aback by the sight before him.

You had stepped forward and were carding your fingers through John’s curls and Luke saw red before he saw the thoughtful look on your face. John had just said to you and Nico that he thought his hair was getting too long, too unruly. You didn’t agree– it was a good length, the curls were just settling into their shapes.

“I don’t think you should cut it, John,” you were saying before Luke grabbed your other wrist and yanked you towards him. “Luke!” You exclaimed, startled by the movement.

“Time to go,” Luke announced, loud enough that the other boys could hear. He clutched your wrist, not your hand, your wrist, and pulled you along as he stomped toward the exit.

“Luke, what is going on?” You asked, voice resounding in your ears like it’s much louder than it actually is. 

Luke kept walking like he didn’t even hear you, pushing through the door and leading you down the block to the car. He opened your door for you and helped you in, but he slammed it shut once you were buckled into your seat. He rounded the car and opened his own door, glaring at you in a passing glance before settling into the driver’s seat.

“Lu,” you implored, pressing your hands against the top of your thighs. 

When he didn’t reply, you tried again.

“Babe, talk to me–”

“I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to,” Luke said. He refused to look at you. “You think you can touch John’s hair the way you touch mine? You’ll let him guide you into the bar the way I would? I’m not enough for you, huh, baby?”

You blinked, suddenly shifting up to sit a little straighter. Luke, your sweet angel Luke, the baby of his family who would never hurt a fly, who avoided hockey fights at every cost, had flipped his switch.

“Answer me. I asked you a question.”

“No, sir,” you said. Your eyes flickered down to where Luke’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You inhaled sharply as you made eye contact with the veins decorating the back of his hand.

“No?” Luke repeated, mocking. “I’m not enough for you?”

“No! Lu, you’re more than enough, you know you’re the only one I need.” Your words came out scrambled and you tripped over them. 

Luke clicked his tongue, disapproval written all over his face. “Can’t even speak, can you?” He scoffed, reached down with one hand, and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s put your mouth to a better use until you can find your words.”

“You’re driving,” you pointed out, casting a worried look at the road ahead of you.

“It wasn’t a question,” Luke threw you a glance. He looked back at the road, then back to you, this time holding your gaze. He cocked his head to the side, eyes softening for a moment. “Was it?”

“No,” you breathed out. 

“Good girl.” A smile spread over Luke’s face and he turned back to the road. “Get to it.”

You clenched your thighs together and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could twist towards Luke and lean over the center console. You reached out to unzip his pants, but he knocked your hands away.

“I didn’t say use your hand. I said,” he paused, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so your eyes met his, “Use your mouth.”

The noise that escaped you was involuntary. You moved forward that extra inch and carefully took Luke’s zipper in your mouth, dragging it down. His boxers were revealed by the action, but that was the extent of it. 

“Come on,” Luke encouraged, growing impatient. What you couldn’t see from your position was the smug tilt of his mouth, knowing there was no way to get his cock out of his pants with just your mouth. “Take it out.”

“Can’t,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you can’t?” Luke mocked, feigning sympathy. “Poor baby needs my help, yeah?”

You nodded and hummed an agreement.

Luke’s grip tightened on your hair and he gave it a sharp tug. “Use your manners.”

“Please, Lu, help me,” you conceded.

“Help you what?”

“Help me take your cock out so I can suck you, please, sir.” Your voice was close to breaking, you were itching to get your mouth on him and make him feel good. 

Luke obliged, revealing himself to you. You opened your mouth and he pumped himself twice just to tease you before slapping the lip of his cock on the flat of your tongue. He fed you his cock, returning his hand to your hair when you had taken as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail with his one hand, the other still on the wheel, and began to guide your head up and down. 

You gagged when he guided you to his base, nose touching the fabric of his boxers around his cock, but the groan he let out made the discomfort worth it. It was low and desperate, just pure relief.

“Wanna fuck your mouth,” Luke breathed out, pulling you up so just the tip of his cock remained in your mouth. 

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, swiping your tongue over his slit and relishing in the taste of his precum in your mouth. 

He moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo throughout the car. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. You let out a sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with contentment for your situation. Luke was perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, whether he was his soft and cuddly self or this dominant version of him that wasn’t afraid to tell you what to do, to communicate what he wanted. 

“Would if I weren’t driving, too,” Luke mumbled, mostly to himself. “Fuck, baby, make me come. You know how.”

Luke returned both hands to the steering wheel and allowed you to move your head freely, to go at your own pace. You bobbed your head with enthusiasm, spit dripping down his shaft and soaking the fabric around him. You gagged at times, but the tight squeeze of your throat around him just added to Luke’s pleasure. He wasn’t shy about telling you how good you felt, either, making you more determined to make him come.

“Fuck, pull off,” Luke said, his voice a little shaky.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t, not when he was so close. The idea of having his come in your mouth, on your tongue, the manifestation of how you made him feel, was too alluring. 

“Y/N, pull off,” Luke commanded, reaching down to yank you off of him by your hair. He clenched his jaw as he held you just far enough off his cock that you thought, with just one bump in the road, you could capture it again. He steered out of the lane and parked on the side of the road. “You don’t want to listen? You’re so cockdumb that you can’t follow my orders?”

All you could do was look at him, eyes wide. 

He spoke through his teeth, never once blinking or breaking eye contact. “Since you want me inside you so bad, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come. You’re gonna take it. Even if you gag, even if you cry, I’m not going to stop until I come. Then, you’re going to sit back and buckle yourself in and I’m going to finish driving us home. You will not swallow. You’re going to hold my come in your mouth until I say so. Do you understand?”

Your jaw dropped at the words, the tips of your ears growing hot. “Yes, sir.” It’s nearly inaudible and you can feel your panties growing damper with just the thought of it– minute after minute ticking by, Luke’s come coating your tongue, not being able to speak or swallow. You’re completely under Luke’s control.  

He leaned back in the seat and motioned toward his cock. 

You allowed him to guide you onto his length again, getting comfortable with its size. You hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him, pausing your movements and staying statue-still.

A smirk took over Luke’s face. “That’s my girl.”

He took your head with both hands, keeping your hair out of your face and keeping you from moving an inch, and began to thrust into your mouth. It was sharp and hard and you tried to create a vacuum-type suction around his cock, as tight as you knew he liked it, but it was hard with the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every buck of his hips. You ended up gagging, and crying, and drooling all over his cock, just like Luke had said, and he fulfilled his promise that he wouldn’t stop.

“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself,” Luke scoffed. “Such a mess all over my cock, just to make me feel good. You’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d never let anyone else take you like this, just me, yeah? No one else gets to see you just leaking all over my cock because you’re mine.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that and the moan you released around Luke’s length caused his hips to stutter, made him unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. He came in stripes all over your tongue, some of it leaking down the back of your throat before you could stop it. He pulled you off of him and crashed his lips against yours, a close-mouthed kiss because you wouldn’t dare disobey, couldn’t handle the idea of disappointing Luke.

“My good girl,” Luke cooed when he pulled away.

You offered him a lazy smile, head foggy and bones mushy. You were sated, an elevated version of just happy, and so, so comfortable. You loved him. He was everything.

“I’m not done with you yet, am I?” Luke asked softly, thumbing over your bottom lip. 

You shook your head.

“Open,” Luke said. “I want to see my come on your tongue.”

You hesitantly opened your mouth, pushing your tongue out so he could see the milky white substance coating the muscle. 

Luke captured your cheeks with one hand and leaned in with the other holding your head in place. You stared at his eyes, which were watching your tongue as a line of his saliva mixed with the come in your mouth. When his eyes rose to meet yours, it was the embers of desire that made your head roll back and the instinct, the pure instinct of having something in your mouth, that caused you to swallow.

Your head snapped forward, eyes wide and not doe-eyed, not purposefully innocent to make Luke’s heart jump. No, your eyes were wide with worry because you disobeyed him. It wasn’t something you did to spite him or push him further over the line. 

“I’m sorry.” The words leaked from your mouth and you scrambled to take Luke’s hand in yours, clutching his right with both of yours. “Luke, it was an accident, you know I’d never–”

His mouth was open in shock, briefly, before it snapped shut and his eyes twinkled with something downright predatory. His hand was limp in yours (though not pulling away) and he was still.

“But you did,” He interrupted. “You did.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You were trying to reason with him, but you knew the damage was done. Whatever he had planned for you when you got back to the house, it was going to be ten times worse now.

Luke just shook his head and removed his hand from your grasp, pulling back onto the highway and resuming the drive home. You weren’t far, the area around you looking more and more familiar with each passing second. The minutes stretched for what seemed like hours with Luke’s silence. You held your own hand nervously, pinching at the skin of you knuckles and avoiding Luke’s face. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment etched into his features.

Luke pulled into the garage of the apartment complex after just about five minutes. Suddenly, it hits you– you have the apartment all to yourselves tonight. There’s nothing to stop Luke, or you for that matter, from being as loud or as public as he wants. There’s a window in the living room, one that Luke mentioned after your last session. A spark traveled up your spine when you realize that tonight might be the night that he fucks you out in the open, for anyone to see.

When he shifted the car into park, Luke turned to you expectantly.

You apologized again, softly, once he looked at you.

His features softened then, seeing your apprehension. He reached out and took your hand. “Are you okay?”

“I feel bad that I didn’t listen,” you replied. Your eyes fell on your shoelaces, which were an off-white color after plenty of use. You made a note to yourself that maybe you should wash them soon. You wondered if they’d return to their original color. The shoes were much more interesting than looking up at Luke and meeting his eyes.

He tilted your head upward with a guided hand anyway. “You’re still my good girl,” he reassured. “Are you okay to keep going? Or do you want me to stop? I won’t be mad. Whatever you want, we can do it. We can leave this in the car and I can take care of you, baby.”

You could cry at his words, how great he is about your slip-up. You did want him to be sweet, but you knew that he needed this. He needed to work through whatever was going on in his mind and if he could just be in control of this, just for a little while longer, it would be so much easier for him later.

“I want to keep going,” you admitted.

“You know your word?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me?”

“Flower.”

“That’s right, baby.” Luke pecked your lips, but when he pulled back he was back to business. “Now, are you ready to listen to me?”

You nodded, eyes trained on his. Neither of you blinked, a silent contest that he ended up losing (something that would normally cause you to gloat, but now doesn’t seem like the right time).

“When you get to the apartment, you’re going to strip. You’re going to sit on the edge of our bed. You’re going to touch yourself while you wait for me and I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. If you come, and you know I’ll know if you do, you’re not going to come at all tonight. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge and stay there. Can you do that for me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice gravely and dominant. He didn’t stumble over his words or pause and “um” like he did in interviews. No, this was when Luke was at his surest. This was when he knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say.

“I can do that,” you agreed, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.

“I’m going to give you a five minute head start.”

You nodded at Luke, opened your door, and left the vehicle. When you got up to the apartment, you didn’t bother to hang your coat or purse on the hooks Luke put up just for you. You didn’t put your shoes neatly like the door like you normally did. Instead, you dropped your belongings and kicked the shoes off one by one on your walk to the bedroom. You shed your clothing in a similar manner, leaving a trail behind for Luke to chuckle at when he walked in the door. 

Fully naked, you stared at yourself in the mirror that faced your bed. You read once that it was bad luck to have a mirror face a bed, that your reflection could like… capture your soul, or something, but you kept the mirror there anyway because if there was anything Luke enjoyed, it was seeing himself fuck you in the mirror. He liked to watch you ride him in reverse cowgirl, so he could see your ass jiggle as you bounced on his cock with his own eyes and your whole body in the reflection. 

Sometimes, his hands would drift up and he would hold your tits, watching how he could envelop them in his palms. You tilt your head to the side, watching your own hands slide up your body to do the same. 

For everything you could imagine Luke doing, there your hands were trying to satisfy yourself. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that it was him instead.

His cock would disappear into your pussy, thrusting in and out and causing you to whine. His fingers would circle your clit or pinch your nipples. He would palm your ass, or reach up to wrap his hand around your neck. He would reach just that spot…

You didn’t ever hear it when Luke opened the door and joined you in the room. He thought you knew he was coming, with the way you were whining his name and begging for him. Your eyes snapped open as he closed the door behind him and you quickly pulled your fingers out from inside of you.

Luke walked over to you and sank onto his knees between your legs. “Gimme a taste, love.”

You offered him your fingers, which he took into his mouth. He sucked on them softly for far too short a time, in your opinion, with the way his cheekbones became more prominent as he cleaned your fingers of your wetness.

“Tastes good,” he told you with a smile when he was finished. 

“Thank you,” you replied, practically a whimper. Your chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest. You were waiting, just waiting, for Luke to tell you what was next.

He rose to sit on the bed next to you, guiding you to shift over so you were sitting on his lap. “I’m going to spank you,” he whispered against your lips. “Just ten times. That’s all. It’ll go fast, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I know you can take it.” Luke kissed you again, snuck his tongue into your mouth for a quick, far too quick pass, before pulling back. “Turn over, baby, and lean over my knee, yeah?”

Your movements were slow, your brain turning foggy again like it was in the car. Luke helped you over his knee, still clothed. The contrast between how clothed he was and how naked you were almost made you drool. It was nearly embarrassing, being this down bad for Luke when he seemed to be completely fine, unaffected.

Luke snapped you out of your thoughts with a spank. The pain was only there for a split second before Luke was rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You shivered when he dipped his hand lower and trailed a finger through your folds.

“So wet,” he murmured.

You clenched down and he pulled away, only to deliver a second slap to your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising over your arms.

“So, baby, tell me,” Luke began, bringing down his hand again. “Why am I spanking you?” He waited for you to answer before bringing his hand down again. “Because I swallowed– oh– when you told me not to.”

“Mhm. Why else?”

Another spank. Now, it was starting to sting. Your ass had turned a pretty shade of pink that caused Luke to bite his lip and run his hands over your skin, feeling the heat radiate off the surface.

You were quiet. You weren’t quite sure. Holding his come in your mouth had been the punishment for not pulling off when he told you to. You had been slow to say please in the car, but that wasn’t ever something Luke would punish you for, just something he’d remind you to do. “For, um…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

Luke scoffed and spanked you three times, harsh enough that his handprint stayed imprinted on your body for longer than it normally did when he spanked you. You cried out, your head dropping and tears welling up in your eyes. 

“‘For, um,’” he mocked. “You don’t know? You’re that fucking dumb that you can’t remember what happened less than an hour ago?”

“Lu, please,” were the words that escaped your mouth instead of an answer to his question. They were teary and he almost stopped, almost, just because of how your voice shook. 

“Please what?” He spat, another slap echoing throughout the room. 

“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

“Five more,” Luke warned you and you nodded. 

It took a lot out of you, agreeing for five more, but Luke wouldn’t do anything he didn’t think you could handle.

“How about this, baby?” Luke said. Slap. “For touching John’s hair the same way you touch mine?” Slap. “For letting the boys guide you into the restaurant like you’re their girlfriend, not mine.” Slap. “For sending John off to get me a drink when I told you to do so?” Slap. “For not listening?” Slap. “For being a fucking brat?”

You wailed, slumped against Luke. He got a good look at you in the mirror, boneless over his knee. He took in the red skin of your ass, tracing the line of his raised handprint. 

“You’re mine,” Luke continued, sounding off. You turned your head towards the mirror, eyes hazy but still able to make him out. He was waiting for you to look at him, for your eyes to meet his. “You can’t– you can’t treat him like he’s special.”

And suddenly, it all clicked. Luke was jealous because he was scared of the same thing you’d skated around in your conversation right after the game. Luke wanted to be special, wanted you to see him and need him. He needed you to need him, to let him take control and take care of you and decide things for you, all because he didn’t want to be the person who lost everything because he wasn’t good enough. Even the idea that John could possibly take Luke’s place, as preposterous as it was to you, sent Luke into a spiral.

“Fuck me, Luke,” you said, voice shaky and light because of the headspace you were in. “Take me. I’m yours. Prove it.”

Gently, so gently in contrast to his prior actions, Luke helped you up and lay you down on your back on the bed, placing a pillow under your hips. You lay there for a few minutes, blinking slowly and watching as Luke shed his clothes and rummaged through his dresser drawers for something. His back was to you and you smiled to yourself, too fucked out to let out a giggle, at his backside. When Luke turned around, two of his gameday ties in hand, he cocked his head to the side at your smile.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked.

“Boy butts are so funny,” You answered. “They’re just so small. Like… where are your hips, Lu?”

Luke blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.”

“I’ve been thinking it. We need to get you in the gym.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“And your butt is small.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Luke scoffed. He had walked to the bed and was tying one of your hands to his headboard.

“I’m waiting.”

Luke huffed out a laugh at your response. “You’re making it hard to dom you, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was the road head not enough?”

Luke shushed you, moving to your other hand and tying that one with the other tie.

“What about the spitting in my mouth and spanking me?” You continue, goading him. 

Luke crawled up your body, kissing up your stomach and chest and neck as he went. 

One more sentence, and he wouldn’t find it so difficult to dominate you for this final stretch. 

He’s hovering over your lips, his breath fanning out over them.

“I bet Johnny could do it better.”

Luke pulled back, jaw dropped. His mouth returned to a strait line and his eyes turned murderous. There it was, there’s the dominance that he thought he lost.

 You smirked at him, proud of yourself for the comment you made, until Luke’s palm made contact with your cheek. Your head turned with the impact and you swore your heart stopped. You were too surprised to say anything. As the seconds of silence passed where you and Luke just stared at each other, same shocked expression on your face, you realized: huh. That’s not so different from when he spanks me.

Then, another second after that: That was kind of… hot.

“Are you okay?” Luke breathed out. He’s practically frozen in place.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Oh my God, Luke, yeah.” You pulled on the restraints above you, itching to get him inside of you. You circled your legs around his waist and raised your hips, trying to make contact with him. “Fuck, Lu, that was so hot, please fuck me.”

Luke blinked twice and searched your face for any discomfort, anything that would show him that you were upset or hurt by his slap. He hadn’t even done it intentionally, just driven by the pure rage of you mentioning John, saying that John could be better for you than Luke was.

It wasn’t until your wiggling hips caused his cock to make contact with your weeping pussy that he began to move.

He started by pinning your hips down.

“Greedy,” he chastised. 

“I need you in me, don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” you whined.

Luke positioned himself at your entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one fell swoop.

It knocked all the breath out of you. Even after dating Luke for ages, his size still surprised you.

“How’s that, huh? Can you feel me? Do you think I’m treating you gently?” Luke asked, grinding his teeth as he fucked in and out of you. His skin was slapping against yours and he moved one of our legs so your knee was thrown over his shoulder. “You think Marino could fuck you like this?” He practically spat out John’s name, disgust coating each syllable.

“Probably,” you quipped, your voice snarky. You were itching for Luke to slap you again, or something, because he wasn’t giving it everything. He was still shaken up by the fact that he hit you at all.

“‘Probably,’” He repeated, incredulous. “You’ll never know, will you, baby?” He snaps his hips harder, faster. “This is my pussy. It only gets wet for me, you only spread your legs for me, you can be a slut all you want but only in the confines of these four walls. You can be bad, only right here… where I’m able to fuck. it. out. of you.”

You moan, wanton and long in the back of your throat. Your hands are aching to grab his hair, to twist the curls between your fingers. “Lu, my hand,” you told him.

“What about it?” He asked, not slowing his pace.

“Untie it, please!”

Luke looked down at you, confused. “Why?”

You whined, keening as your back arched and you squeezed his cock. “Need to get a hand on you, Lu, fuck. Wanna pull your hair. So pretty, so much prettier than John’s.”

“Oh,” he whispered, his stomach turning. He reached up to undo the knot, trying to continue to fuck you and untie it at the same time. When your hand came free, it immediately found purchase in his curls. Your fingernails scraped his scalp and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bucked into you with uncoordinated thrusts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”

“Please,” you begged. “Inside me, inside me–”

Your vision went white and your pussy was like a vice around him as you came.

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke agreed, voice strained. He watched the bliss wash over your features and whined. “Fuck you til you’re full, show everyone you’re all mine.” 

It’s the thought of pumping his seed into you, making you round with his child, that sends Luke over the edge. No one would think to take you from him then, not that you’d ever go. No one would ever be able to call you theirs like he could call you his, not when he’s fucked you full, not when you’re carrying his baby.

“So perfect for me,” Luke mumbled in your ear, collapsing on top of you as he came down from his orgasm. 

“Just for you, Lu.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You paused, rubbing his back. “You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re more than enough and I don’t want you to feel insecure anymore.”

Luke pulled himself out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I think we could both use some rest.”

He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to wipe you clean. 

“Can it wait that long?” You fixed him with a look of concern.

“Baby.” Luke cut his eyes at you, then finished wiping you down. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

You shrugged. “Okay,” you agreed, then made yourself comfortable, pulling the covers over your body. You turned over, back to Luke, and spoke like it was an afterthought. “I loved it when you slapped me, you know.”

Luke groaned, leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry I was mean.”

“Mmm, mean Luke gets me hot just like sweet Luke,” you replied. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I like sweet Luke more, though. Sweet Luke cuddles me while I’m asleep.”

Luke laughed, going to toss the dirty towel in the dirty clothes hamper. “Sweet Luke will be back to cuddle you after he brushes his teeth,” he said.

When he returned, your breath was even and you had already fallen asleep, the ghost of a smile still gracing your lips. Luke bit his tongue, joined you under the covers, and threw his arm over the curve of your waist. Within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep next to you, softly snoring with his nose pressed into your hair.

notes: so, I, uh..... got a little carried away. I just kept having ideas. And I hope it worked out for me, to be fair. Hiiiiiii anon I hope this was good for youuuu love you bigggg I felt so awky-tawky writing some of this because as much as I would looooove a man to treat me like this, it feels so silly to write. Anyway. Loving y'all.

SEND MORE REQUESTS! I'LL GET TO THEM EVENTUALLY (they might not all be this long LOLLL)

[reverie-starlight]

I miss knb and I wanted to write something for aomine :’) I’ve never written for him and it’s been a while since I’ve watched the show, so forgive me if you feel that his characterization is a bit off. hello from late january cause that’s when I’m queuing this 👋🏻

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. lots and lots and lots of fluffy pet names bc that’s the focus of the drabble. he calls you shnookums once just to annoy you bc he’s a little shit. that’s a warning in itself tbh. mentions of alcohol/drunk character. characters written as adults, not high schoolers.

aomine has specific nicknames for you depending on the situation you find yourselves in.

he reserves “babe” or some shortened variation of your name for when you’re in public.

it’s quick, it’s casual, and it doesn’t get him a lecture on why it’s not funny to very loudly address you as “shnookums” when you get separated at the grocery store.

(though in his defence, he thought it worked wonders. you were back at his side within seconds after straying too far on accident with a half embarrassed, half pissed off look on your face. he thought it was hilarious.)

~~~

he calls you “baby” when he greets you after a long day at work. when he’s picking you up from your classes. normally only in your presence, because he doesn’t need the teasing remarks about how soft he’s become from his teammates.

not that he really cares at the end of the day- he’ll call you what he wants to call you (provided you also like it, of course) but there’s something less casual about it that makes him want to keep it just for you.

that “something” being the time you got drunk and offhandedly mentioned loving the way it sounds in his voice. he now gets to enjoy the small, barely noticeable uptick of your lips whenever he opts for it. no one else gets to see that.

he’ll help you with your coat and press a kiss to your hairline, murmuring a soft “hey baby, missed you today”.

it’s probably the most common of the names he uses on you out of all the available options.

~~~

he saves the saccharine pet names for when he knows you’re not feeling your best. whether you’re mentally drained, physically exhausted or sick to any degree, there’s never not a time when hearing him be sickeningly sweet with you doesn’t ease the pain.

“need anything else, sweetheart?”

“how are you feeling, gorgeous?”

“yeah, we can cuddle, doll, c’mere.”

these are also the times he plays up the compliments (more than usual).

“even when you’re sick, you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. don’t let it get to your head, though. or do- I know how to deal with that just fine, too.”

~~~

he doesn’t have one set nickname for you when you visit him at practice, but when you watch him play in an official game?

as long as you’ve known him, he’s never believed in luck- he got himself to where he is with his skills, luck had nothing to do with it.

so it surprises you the first time he refers to you as his good luck charm. it’s not said in some grand gesture, not brought up in those fluff promotional interviews when reporters ask him if he has one.

it’s whispered quietly into your ear before he jogs onto the court.

a murmured thank you against your lips as soon as he’s running off again, high on a win, straight to you.

you ask him about it one day and he just shrugs. “everything is different now. I play better when I know you’re watching, it’s energizing in a way I’ve never felt before. you’re right, I still don’t believe in luck, but somehow I was able to find you. and I don’t know if I would call that luck, either, but until I find a better way to explain it you’re just gonna have to put up with that title a bit longer.”

so you do, without complaints, because it’s cute trying to watch him convey his feelings honestly and still in a very aomine way.

~~~

your absolute favourite nickname that he’s given you, though? angel.

you’re his angel.

the title is first appointed when you pick him up one night from a bar after celebrating with his team. his usually brooding expression visibly lights up when he sees you and he makes his way over. it’s been a while since he’s been this drunk, so it makes you laugh when he stumbles over and throws an arm around your shoulders.

“what a sweetheart, you really came to pick me up?”

you scoff and try to get him into the car, waving at his teammates who were staying with him until you got there. “what, baby, you thought I wouldn’t?”

he shrugs with an absentminded grin. “it’s just nice to have a… battle angel or whatever that term is. I dunno what it is.”

you can’t help but laugh. “you mean a guardian angel?”

“same thing, you knew what I meant!” his words are slurred and he’s now leaning his entire body weight against you.

“oh you are so wasted, daiki, let’s get you home.”

and it’s whispered again at home as he’s falling asleep, “my angel… thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

your heart squeezes.

now it’s reserved for only the most intimate of moments with him- he doesn’t want to overuse the name and risk it losing its meaning.

because it does hold a deeper, unspoken meaning between the two of you.

after a long time apart because of his away games? after he wins an important match? loses a match and he’s thankful you’re there with him? you get a promotion at work? you pass a difficult class with flying colours? all situations where he’d call you angel.

he has a full arsenal of names for you, clearly, and you love every single one of them.

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this feels a bit messy. even after editing, I feel like the quality went down a bit, so we’ll see if I end up posting it. but I love him a lot and I’ve been rewatching knb, so I needed to do something for him to keep the brainrot at bay.

tagging: @dira333

[kimakento]

&team as your flirty best friend

pairing(s): bsf!ot9 x fem!reader ⌙ 0.8k

genre(s): general + fluff

tag(s): bsf!andteam, friends to idk…

author’s note: this was an anonymous request. i’m so sorry for posting this so late 😞. i hope this is what you wanted though! this is nottt proofread, im too tired to so please ignore all the mistakes 🗣

nicholas

he clings to you 24/7, he can’t get enough of you and visibly gets jealous when you speak to someone and they show obvious interest in you.

people definitely think nicho is your overly-protective boyfriend with how much he’s around you.

most of the time, he flirts with you shamelessly. you’re not totally against it though…!

even his members are confused about your relationship status. the one time you flirted with him back, his face flushed; you thought it was cute, nicholas downplays it though.

yuma

he uses random pickup lines on you that he finds online.

yu is normally really touchy with you too, it’s more intimate most of the time.

when yuma becomes jealous, he usually just stays silent and barely interacts with you (you coax him to talk with his favourite things.)

asks you out ‘jokingly’ but we all know it isn’t. always happy when you are.

harua

haru always sends you his cute eye-smile because who doesn’t fold when he does that. you’re both so flirty with eachother, it’s so obvious you’re both idiots in love.

he has a polaroid of both you and him on the back on his phone, it’s of you kissing his cheek and he keeps it dear to him.

he barely gets jealous, it’s mostly you that does. and when that does happen, he teases you for days on end.

“don’t worry, i’m all yours.” you can never win with harua.

k

back hugs are his way of making you feel all fuzzy inside, and he knows it.

you’re used to his sly comments and k abuses it by constantly complimenting you on how pretty he thinks you are.

one time you brushed a strand of hair out of his face and he stuttered in his words. you found it so adorable that you keep doing it randomly

both of you are honestly so cute. yudai never leaves you alone for more than a second. teases you way too much for your own liking.

fuma

he always has his arm around your waist every single minute while calling you a ‘pretty girl’.

just like nicholas, his jealousy shows all the time. it’s so obvious too, might as well start dating now fr

with you, he’s so gentle but teases you all the time. hopelessly in love with you (he’ll never admit it) and his nicknames for you have you weak in the knees.

fuma is notorious for being your second half, his members thought you were dating for the longest time because of how much you guys were seen together.

maki

you think he’s so insufferable; he flirts with you so shamelessly and only grins wider when you return the energy.

after you said that his dimples were your favourite thing on him he started smiling tenfold in your presence. it wasn’t really surprising because that was already your effect on him anyways.

always asks for kisses on the cheek and you always dismiss him. but the one time you do, you never heard the end of it.

“it’s official guys, she loves me!”

euijoo

you’re the only one he lets call him ‘juju’ because he thinks it sounds the best coming off your pretty lips. touchy baby #2, he always has to have his hands on you.

his flirts are not shallow and you can tell, that’s why you entertain them.

once he introduced you to the teamies, they snickered and said you were always talked about by euijoo himself. you found it too endearing and couldn’t help but tease him for it.

whenever he calls you ‘baby’, you can never focus on what he says next. literally has heart eyes when you look his way.

jo

so soft with you, he’s the most gentlest — a gentleman to the fullest. one time he took you out to a friendly dinner date (we all know it wasn’t)

and he did everything. jo pulled your chair, made sure you were comfortable, and more.

sings you love songs he wrote, his voice is honey-like but also soothing at the same time.

jo sings with so emotion that he sways you. sends passes your way as a way of his flirting.

“you’re so beautiful, what wouldn’t i do to have you as mine. hmm?” he sounded so hot saying this.

taki

knows what he’s doing to you yet still continues with his advances.

“can you come over? i miss you.” you’ve heard this line about 100 times from him.

you always have strands of your hair covering your eyes and he’s always the first one to put them behind your ear. chuckling when he notices your abrupt silence.

the flirting is mutual, whenever you converse with him, he holds unwavering eye contact. taki loves looking into your eyes when he speaks to you.

[misshoneyimhome]

Hey for intern! x Willy maybe a guy asks intern out infront of everyone and she can't really say no cause she doesn't want people to catch on to her seeing anyone and William is fucking pissed. Bonus points if the girls make her go out on this date and Willy is following them. Just shows up after the date and fucks her silly saying she is his

Oh yes, bb! 😉 So I chose to combine this ask with this one, as I thought it might go well together... hopefully you get my idea 🙈🤍 cause yes, that scarf is for multiple purposes 🙌🏼🙃

Warnings; 18+ smut; fingering; unprotected sex (p in v), mild bondage?

Word count: 3.2K

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Everything that kills me makes me feel alive I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Hey, the boys are on their way," your manager announced just before you positioned yourself with your phone ready to capture the Toronto Maple Leafs players arriving for tonight's home game.

"Great, I'm all set," you simply replied, smiling as you then awaited their entrance.

This was easily one of your favourite tasks as an intern, even if it wasn't officially part of your job, you were always happy to step in when needed. Watching the guys stroll into the arena in their best attire was nothing more than a visual treat.

First up was John Tavares, looking sharp in his classic outfit with grey dress trousers, a light blue shirt, a matching tie, and a beige blazer.

Then next came Max Domi, opting for a slightly less formal look without a tie and sporting a slightly unbuttoned shirt with a relaxed vibe.

"You're looking good, Maxi," you said, flashing him a sweet smile, which earned you a cheeky wink in return.

Following him was William Lagasson, sporting a more casual look with a beanie, shooting you a quick smile.

And finally, your secret crush, William Nylander, entered the scene. He wore a dark blue suit with white stripes, giving off an almost Italian mafia-esque style, complemented by a pair of trainers and a sleek grey turtleneck shirt. His long blonde hair was slicked back, AirPods in his ears, while casually holding his phone. You had to mentally remind yourself not to stare too obviously – but that was easier said than done.

Shit, he was gorgeous.

However, what caught your eye about his outfit tonight was the small silky scarf elegantly wrapped around his neck.

And as he neared, William noticed you behind the camera and couldn't resist glancing up from his phone, flashing you a confident smirk.

You were aware that when players entered with headphones, they usually preferred not to be disturbed, staying focused on the upcoming game. Yet, as William approached and seemed to be heading your way, you simply couldn't resist.

"Looking quite good, Don Juan," you chuckled lightly, playfully winking at him.

"Seems like you're a fan?" he quipped, lightly tucking on the fabric around his neck.

"Well, they didn’t nickname you 'Willy Styles' for nothing," you teased, gesturing towards his scarf and then back at him.

"Happy you like it..." he spoke softly, ensuring no one else was nearby before whispering, "I always want to look good for you, just like you always look so damn good for me, baby."

In that moment, a tender connection passed between you, causing a rush of sensation that forced you to discreetly clench your thighs together, as you felt your beating vagina almost cream your knickers.

William's smile always had that effect on you. And especially since you'd become more intimately involved, he knew precisely how to push your buttons.

God, you hated him for it. Just as much as you loved him for it.

However, you had to brush off his playful remark. It wasn't suitable given the situation – you were at work, and your "situationship" had to remain casual and at distance.

"Come on, lover boy, keep it moving," Calle Jarnkrok then chimed in from behind as he too entered, prompting William to offer you another wink before sauntering away towards the locker room.

It was one of those moments where you wished you and William could openly flirt. He looked incredibly handsome tonight, and you couldn't help but feel an intense desire for him. But you simply couldn't act on it.

And neither could William.

Despite his habit for pushing the limits, he also knew where the line was drawn. And every passing day made it harder for both of you to maintain composure and professionalism, especially given the increased numbers of time you’d slept together by now.

However, tonight wasn't about either of you.

It was about Captain John Tavares and his 1000 points ceremony, which swiftly diverted your attention from your feelings for William.

And the night turned out to be fantastic. Despite the busy atmosphere for you and the rest of the staff, it was an incredible experience. Even with the loss against the Rangers, the arena buzzed with energy, and the crowd cheering loudly for the players.

Then following the match, the cheers gradually died down as the players headed back to the locker room, and you and your co-worker Melanie found yourselves engrossed in lively conversations with the team's family and friends.

Which wasn’t unusual for you to do. Over the past few months, you’d grown rather close with many of the partners, just like most of the staff members had done as well over time. It was simply a result of spending so many hours, days, and weeks together as a team and a crew.

And this closeness also led you to get to know one of Stephanie and Mitch’s friends, Jared. He'd been around the rink for a while now, and you'd had a few conversations while he’d waited for Mitch to finish training.

Tonight, however, Jared decided to take things a step further. Finding you both attractive and intriguing, he boldly asked you out on a casual coffee date - in front of everyone.

To say you were surprised by his sudden interest would be an understatement. And what made matters slightly worse was recalling that just last week, you had told Steph you weren't seeing anyone at the moment, as you hadn't wanted anyone to know about your forbidden relationship with player in number 88 on the team.

So, standing there, in the hallway with all eyes on you and the handsome man before you, you felt trapped and uncertain how to respond. Yet, naturally, Steph nudged your side, offering an encouraging expression.

"Come on, y/n…" she whispered with a light chuckle, and you knew you had to give in.

"Sure, why not," you flashed a bright smile at Jared, prompting excitement from Stephanie and a few other girls.

However, not everyone shared the enthusiasm about your answer.

Across the room, William's intense gaze bore into you. His eyes aflame with emotion, jaw clenched, his hand formed into a fist as he processed your acceptance of Jared's invitation.

It was the first time he had truly considered that your secret relationship wasn't just something hidden; it also meant the potential for you to openly date someone else. Someone with whom you wouldn't have to sneak around, keeping things casual and under wraps.

He felt jealous.

No, he felt more than just jealousy. He was frustrated, envious, and almost angry at the thought of you being with someone else. The mere idea of another person touching or kissing you turned his stomach.

But despite his attempts to come off as calm and composed, his reaction didn't escape the notice of his close friend and teammate.

"Hey, take it easy, Willy," Calle said softly in Swedish, making sure no one else would understand. "We all know you care for her, but she's not yours to date."

William knew his friend's words were meant to be sensible. Yet, he couldn't shake off the irritating feelings he had about you and Jared.

And the irritation persisted into the following day, where William was aware you had plans to meet Jared for a coffee date. Yet, despite his efforts to distract himself during morning skates and weightlifting workouts, thoughts of you with another man still lingered.

So, instead of heading home, although he knew it might seem immature and a bit of a douche bag move, William decided to go to the coffee place where he expected to find you with Jared. And as he queued up, hearing your beautiful laughter resonate through the room, he tried his best to remain hidden form your view. However, he did purposefully eavesdrop while waiting for his coffee, overhearing your conversation. He listened intensely as you shared your aspirations about your career in marketing and public relations, your upcoming completion of education, and your desire to travel to Europe.

William's heart sank as he almost froze upon hearing Jared mention his wish for a family and how you, too, had thought about a future with children. It was something William had dreamt about as well – having a family of his own.

It was a moment where his worlds collided as the barista called out his name, jolting him back to reality – he was a Toronto Maple Leafs hockey player who wasn't allowed to share his dreams with the one he desired the most: you.

Gathering his thoughts, he then took his coffee and quietly left the shop just before he stole a glance in your direction, but you were too engrossed in conversation with Jared, oblivious to his presence.

And as the evening passed without any word from you, William grew increasingly anxious. Had you developed feelings for Jared? Was his chance with you slipping away?

The uncertainty ate away at him.

And not receiving a response to his texts heightened William's urge to remind you of something.

Meanwhile, across the city, you had just finished a shower, contemplating your day as you blow-dried your hair.

The date with Jared had been pleasant, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He was nice, shared your interests, and had a great sense of humour, but there was no spark.

It was nothing in comparison to what you felt with William. And it made you realise that perhaps you'd never experience the same emotions for anyone else.

This revelation saddened you a bit, especially considering you still had six more months of your internship. And what if the MLSE offered you a position afterward that you couldn't refuse, limiting your options? Or what if William ended up moving to another team? It would of course solve the forbidden aspect of your relationship, but it could also mean that he’d have to move far away from you.

The thought of various potential outcomes in your future, none of which involved being with William, made you feel queasy. And you knew you had to remind yourself that despite the enjoyment, it was temporary. Nothing more could ever happen.

That was until your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a knock on your front door, and without much consideration, you went to check who it was, wearing nothing but a towel.

And as you cautiously opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of your handsome Swedish lover standing in the hallway.

“Willy,” you said softly, slightly surprised, as you opened the door fully. “What are you doing here?”

His expression appeared serious as he confidently stepped forward, invading your personal space.

“I've come to remind you of who you belong to,” he said in a dark and husky voice, entering your studio apartment and closing the door behind him.

You were taken aback. You had never seen such a serious and smug expression on his usually cheerful and flirtatious face. Yet, it intrigued you, and a small gasp escaped you as he drew closer, wrapping his arms around your slender body.

"This we don’t need," he murmured seductively, his fingers deftly undoing the knot of your towel before resting firmly on your hips.

Your arms instinctively reached for his chest, then slid up to encircle his neck as his hands found your bare ass, lifting you effortlessly into his embrace, where you wrapped your legs around his hips in response.

This had almost become routine by now. Your mouths met in a fiery, passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as you both lost yourselves in the moment, while he carried you towards the bed, your lungs emptying for air.

And as he laid you down, a large smirk spread across his lips as he admired your curvaceous figure before him.

Your eyes locked intensely with his, conveying nothing but pure desire. Thoughts of Jared were long gone from your mind, completely consumed by the man standing before you. Anticipation coursed through you, your body tingling in sheer eagerness for what he had in store for you.

And with a mischievous grin still playing on his lips, William retrieved a small piece of fabric from his pocket - the scarf you had commented on during his arrival yesterday. He had been thinking about something since your brief shared moment the previous night, and tonight felt like the perfect opportunity to bring it to fruition.

"Hands above your head," he commanded firmly, and you complied without hesitation.

You were aware of William's penchant for asserting dominance, but tonight, it seemed to intensify a notch. As he leaned over your exposed body, he skilfully used the scarf to bind your wrists together securely.

“Willy,” you moaned softly, your eyes fixed intensely on him.

“Shh, baby, I promise I’ll do you good,” he whispered darkly into your ear. “Far better than he ever could.”

Another soft gasp escaped you as he left you lying on the bed, your senses heightened as his fingers tenderly caressed your skin. Standing by the foot of the bed, he then undressed himself to his boxers, his gaze never leaving you, making the atmosphere charged with intensity even though he had barely touched you.

“You look fucking incredible like this... completely naked and ready for me,” he spoke roughly as he knelt on the bed, spreading your legs further with his body.

"Yes, Willy... I'm ready for you," you cried out softly, trying to maintain your hands where he had commanded.

But William noticed your desire to move your arms. So, while positioning himself over you, he held your wrists down with one hand, teasing the inside of your thighs with the other.

The anticipation was almost torturous, something William was well aware of. Your restrained whimpers escaped your lips as your breathing grew incoherent.

His gentle touch left you yearning, until you felt his fingers teasing you through your folds.

"Oh, yes, baby, so wet for me..."

And more soft cries escaped you as you felt him painfully slowly slide two fingers inside your entrance, gradually stretching your walls.

"Yes, Willy... Please, more," you pleaded, and with a smirk on his lips, he granted your request.

Thrusting deep into your core, he worked his fingers, slightly curling them to heighten your pleasure before withdrawing, leaving you feeling void and empty.

"What?" you cried out in disappointment.

"Not fun to be teased, huh? How do you think I felt when I saw you on a date with someone else..." William's voice carried a tinge of frustration as he pushed his fingers inside you once more, pumping a few times before pulling them out completely.

"Willy... please," you gasped, feeling thoroughly teased. "I only want you..."

The fusion of your words and cries seemed to captivate his thoughts, prompting him to release your wrists. And then he stood up, shedding his boxers to unleash his pulsating cock, already dripping with pre-cum from being aroused all day, consumed with the desire to fuck you senseless.

Then returning to the bed, he knelt down, seized your legs, and forcefully drew your hips closer to him. Placing your feet on his shoulders, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance before pushing forcefully inside you.

"Fuck!" You let out a loud moan as he thrust deeply and vigorously into you, finding a steady rhythm.

"Yeah, that's it baby! You belong to me," he uttered with a deep breath, continuing his relentless pounding, causing your cries to intensify, as he maintained a strong and unyielding pace, not even allowing you a moment to adjust. However, your juices provided him easy penetration.

It was all so overwhelmingly stimulating; your mind struggled to focus as William's body connected with yours, his hands securing your ankles against his chest.

"You're mine, understand?"

The room echoed with moans as sweat glistened on your skin. And though you desired to move your hands, your body had surrendered entirely to the man driving into you, and you sensed the impending rush of a powerful orgasm about to peak.

However, just as William felt your walls tightening around him, indicating your imminent climax, he decided it wasn't how he wanted you to reach that peak.

Abruptly, he then halted his motions, swiftly withdrawing and releasing your legs. Leaning over you, he untied the scarf, before swiftly turning you around onto your hands and knees and entering you from behind.

"Fuck, yes!" You moaned as he pounded deeply once more, feeling the entirety of his cock filling you.

But for William, this still wasn't enough. With his right hand seizing your hair and his left arm enveloping your torso, he pulled you onto your knees, your back against his chest.

The tug on your hair was gentle, not forceful, and soon his hand shifted, wrapping softly around your neck to steady you against him while he continued his passionate thrusts.

And instinctively, your free hand sought to grip him while the other held onto the hand supporting you around your body.

In this intimate position, your bodies pressed together, exchanging warmth and sweat as William's member glided in and out of your wetness. His lips and teeth found the sensitive curve of your neck, prompting you to lean back, resting against his muscular chest.

"Willy, I'm about to come," you exhaled heavily.

"Me too, baby… come with me," he moaned against the sensitive skin of your neck.

And in just a few more thrusts, both of you surrendered to the sensations, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure as orgasms rippled through your bodies. Minds went blank, and the room filled with loud, ecstatic moans, as he shot his cum into you, your legs trembling, on the verge of collapsing were it not for William's firm grasp keeping you upright.

And instead of letting go, he held you close to him.

Not ready to part from your embrace, he kept himself buried inside of you, ensuring his release covered your walls completely. Then with a deep grunt, he slowly pulled out. You could almost sense the mixture of fluids trickling down your thigh as he gradually separated from your body.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you both, still breathless, disentangled from the position, and William gently guided you to recline with him on your backs, pulling you in for a tender cuddle.

And while resting in his arms, your head nestled on his shoulder, a thought suddenly struck you, prompting you to gaze up at him.

"Willy?" you softly inquired, meeting his eyes.

"Uh-huh?"

"Did you follow me on the date?"

William paused for a moment, acknowledging how it might seem a bit stalker ish. But he couldn't really deny the truth; he had indeed followed you.

"Yeah..." he admitted tentatively, locking eyes with you. "I'm sorry, y/n/n… I know it's not right for me to ask this, especially since we can't be public about our… you know, relationship. But I just can't stand the thought of you being with someone else..."

His breaths were heavy as he poured out his heartfelt confession, and you couldn't help but smile lightly, taking in his words.

"Willy, I don't want to date anyone else… I meant it when I said I only wanted you," you reassured him.

"So, does that mean... we're, like, together?" he asked with a soft smirk.

"I suppose it does," you replied, flashing him a wide smile. “But still in secret of course…”

“Of course,” he whispered softly, before sealing your announced relationship with a soft kiss.

[finelinevogue]

labitule

summary - you have an obsession with harry’s hoodie collection

warnings: swearing, it’s just pure fluff and i don’t think anyone is surprised

word count: +1.5k

pairing: uni!harry x uni!reader

Labitule; a hiding place or a place of safety and comfort.

Ever since you and Harry had become official you could not get enough of each other.

Everyone knew that you two were close beforehand, always watching movies in each others rooms or going on walks together, but now it was much more frequent and cuter. Now, you could share more of each other. 

Or maybe in your case steal Harry’s hoodie collection.

That’s not to say he was often lost when another hoodie went missing from his wardrobe.

That’s not to say he was often lost when another hoodie went missing from his wardrobe.

“Y/N?” Harry knocked on your door.

Behind closed doors and in the company of each others arms you would call each other sickeningly sweet nicknames, but you were both too shy and embarrassed to say those names in public. Hence why Harry called out your name as he pulled your attention away from your uni work.

Opening the door he was dressed in a tight fitted vest top and gym shorts. His body looked so toned, but equally soft. 

“Yes?” You questioned, not caring that he could see you running your gaze all over his body.

“You quite done here?” He rhetorically asked you, laughing at the same time.

“If you don’t want me to ogle then put more layers on.” You shrugged your shoulder like you were helpless. Actually, you were. He couldn’t expect you to keep your eyes on his sock covered feet when his chest and arms looked that good. 

“Well that’s why I’m here, isn’t it.”

“And here I thought you wanted to come see me.” You pouted, turning around to enter your room and letting the door softly shut behind you. Harry had caught the door before it could close on him though and walked in after you. “No, you can get lost.” You told him, pointing to the door behind him when you realised he had followed you in.

“Oh shut up, you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rugby tackled you back on your bed, making you laugh the whole way. Your back landed with a thump on the duvet and Harry flopped his body on top of yours. Normally you would love the feeling, but considering you were pretending to be mad at him you had to jokingly push him away.

“Piss off.” You chuckled, using your flimsy hands to push at his body.

“Are you trying to cop a feel, baby?” He asked, letting your hands touch the bare skin of his arms.

“Harryy..” 

“Oh you just want a kiss, is it?” 

Then when he leant down, you flipped the hood on your hoodie up and pulled tightly on the drawstrings so that the hood covered your whole head. You most likely looked like an egg-head, but it was worth it to tease Harry. 

Your muffled voice meant Harry couldn’t hear a word of what you were saying, so he took matters into his own hands when he realised he didn’t have access to your lips. 

“What was that? I can kiss you elsewhere? Okay.” 

That’s when you felt his hands sneak under the hoodie and pushed it up, exposing your stomach. It wasn’t your favourite part of your body and it wasn’t the prettiest, if you were comparing it against other girls. However, Harry was absolutely obsessed with your tummy and so it wasn’t a surprise when he started to kiss you all over the skin there. He paid special attention to the few stretch marks he was helping you come to love and bit down on the pudge roll like it was his favourite snack.

“Harry!” You laughed, his wet lips tickling your skin as he kissed you all over. 

You untied the strings from the hood so you could make your face appear again. You smiled as you watched Harry kiss away at your stomach, before cupping his cheeks with your hands and pulling his face up to yours.

His lips instantly found yours, warm from where he’d heated them up against your skin. He kissed you like he hadn’t spent all morning lazing around kissing you endlessly. He could not get enough of you and your lips in particular. The taste alone could send him into a peaceful and beautiful coma. 

He moaned softly against your lips, causing a little moan to escape from you as well. It made you smile into the kiss with how responsive over each other you were. 

“Don’t. Deny. Me. These. Lips. Again.” He said each word after giving you a punctuated kiss to your now swollen lips.

“Kiss. Me. On. Entry. Next. Time.” You responded just the same. You smiled up at him from where he was stabilising himself above you and carefully brushed his hair back and behind his ear so it didn’t annoy him - and didn’t tickle you. “Now, what did you want?” 

“I came to claim this hoodie back but I love it on you too much to care anymore.” He referred to the hoodie you were currently wearing.

“Y’can have it if you need it, H.” 

“No. I don’t need it anymore.”

“But...”

“No.”

And so was the start of you wearing and stealing his hoodies. 

One of your, perhaps, fonder memories of Harry and his hoodies is when you were both sat in his room watching a movie. 

It was Good Will Hunting that was playing in the background, but neither you nor Harry were really watching it. You’d both seen it before anyways, but you’d put it on again as background noise to your late night conversations.

It was already 1 A.M. and you’d both been talking for nearly two hours now and neither of you cared that you had 9 A.M.s the next day. You only cared about being in each others presence and learning every new, little, and eccentric, thing about each other you could. 

Harry was sat back against his headboard with his legs spread into a V shape in order to fit your body between his legs. You sat comfortably back against Harry’s chest, warm in one of his old high-school football team hoodies. You liked it the best, because he’d worn it so much that it always smelt of him no matter how many times you washed it. 

“What made you want to wear rings?” You asked, you head tilted to one side of his chest with the hood up as your eyes watched Will sit in another therapy session on the laptop screen. 

Harry’s hands were sat inside the pocket on the front of your hoodie and your hands were mixed in there as well, as you delicately played with the rings on his fingers. You knew Harry was about to speak because his chest rose a little higher than his normal breathing would raise his chest. 

“Um, I don’t know really. They look cool?” He answered and you felt his chest rise and fall rapidly as he laughed, bringing you more comfort than he would ever know. 

“They are.” You felt yourself messing with the one he wore on his right hand forefinger. It was a simple silver band but on the inside it said ‘sunshine’. “This one is my favourite.”

“Oh yeah? Why?” 

“Don’t know. It just suits you.” You hummed lightly, stabilising your head in the crest of his armpit. 

“Would suit you better.” He said softly. He took out his hands and your right hand too, before slipping off the ‘sunshine’ ring, carefully, and slipping it onto one of yours. 

“Maybe it does.” You laughed, before reaching your other hand to help you take it back off and put it back on his finger, but Harry’s hands stopped you and you felt his head dip so it rested against the side of yours. 

“I meant it. I want you to have it.” 

“But, H, lovie, your mum...” 

“Gave it to me because I’m her eternal sunshine. Hence the ring and ‘sunshine’ inscription.” He kept his hands softly wrapped around yours, making sure you didn’t resist and take the ring off.

“Then why...”

“Because you’re my eternal sunshine, now, and I want you to have a little piece of me wherever you are.” His lips kissed your cheek a couple of times, until your face turned just enough for his third attempt to land on your lips. He smiled into the kiss and you made sure to pour as much of your heart into it as possible, because it was beating extra strong for him in that moment.

“Now I have no excuse to steal your hoodies.” You laughed to yourself more than anything, but Harry wanted you to know something before he kissed you again.

“No. Y’can forever always steal my hoodies baby.”

[linkemon]

Bokuto Koutaro headcanons

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

• A relationship with Bokuto would be like a carousel. You feel like you're turning the wheel and you're accelerating but you don't quite realize that you're speeding up at that particular moment or that the fun ride has just ended.

• Bokuto has a wide circle of friends. His colorful personality attracts many people. That's why I think you would meet almost immediately after you went to Fukurodani. You'd be in first grade and he'd be a grade or two higher. You'd probably be standing with one of his mutual friends and he'd want to talk to him as he passed by. You wouldn't know yet what awaits you.

• When Koutaro falls in love, there is no mercy. You will know that he is in love with you. He will not leave any room for guesses and will make hearty eyes all the way. He himself would often recall your meeting as love at first sight but it would only be his point of view. Your infatuation would only come with time.

• You would get stuck in his head and he would think about you instead of focusing on volleyball during training. He would talk about you to Akaashi. [Reader] did this, did that and yesterday... Thi reminds me of [Reader]... I'd like to see [Reader] more often, do you think they finished school already... Just go on a date with her - Akaashi would finally say as a tired friend, to which Bokuto would say his idea is brilliant.

• Straightforward to a fault, he would come to you with this idea right away. In addition, you would be sitting surrounded by your friends during a break. You can bet people will be gossiping about it for the next week. It's not every day that a Fukurodani ace asks someone out on a date. However, it won't be any malicious gossip, the students will simply be curious about your relationship.

• You would agree to go out with him partially out of pressure because of his public confession. However, you would fall in love with the persistence with which Bokuto would strive for you. You would be incredibly spoiled. Koutaro would move incredibly nonchalantly through the phases of your relationship. Holding hands? Kiss on the cheek? A real kiss? You wouldn't even notice when it all happened because it all came as naturally as breathing.

• His moods are something you would have to deal with. You would officially gain him along with that one major flaw that would now become your problem. Are you not at the match? He probably won't give the 200% he would give if he were completely happy. It would get to the point where the coach would keep you on video camera during his worst slumps just to get him out of them. You do what you got to do to win I guess... Over time, Koutaro would start to explain to himself that he had to play well so that he could brag to you later, even if you couldn't attend some of the matches.

• Be ready for the frequent and loud: Hey, hey, hey, [Reader]! Your boyfriend has a loud voice and you won't silence him no matter how hard you try.

• You call him the baby owl. He loves it. He also has a lot of cute nicknames for you, the sweetness of which will rotten the teeth of many people around you.

• He has done many stupid things to show off to you throughout his life. Even as he grew older, it didn't change.

• His international volleyball career would be a bit of a problem. This would be the one big bone of contention between the two of you over the years. To such an extent that you would go through a breakup because of it. But not for long. Bokuto would miss an important match and come to you to apologize. Effusive and with great pomp, as he is. Flowers, glitter, serenade under the window and all that.

• After this situation, he would try anything so that you could travel the world with him. Fortunately, he came far enough in volleyball quickly so he's able to dictate the terms of his work. I think you would have to be able to work remotely for this to make sense. And if you didn't feel like working at all, he wouldn't blame you either.

• He would plan your engagement very quickly. Would he do it right after the Japan national team match, in front of all the fans and TV? Of course he would, because why not? You better agree, otherwise it would be a bit of a shame...

[cheemken]

Okay I need to share this lil AU I made before I just implode

Drayton is a hisuian zorua! He got isekai’d from hisui when Ingo/PLA protag managed to find a way back to present time! He landed in Unova along w/ Ingo but Drayton landed near opelucid city and was found by his soon to be parents! He was injured when they found him and he certainly didn’t trust them as ppl in hisui never treated him well (his zoroark parents were killed :( ) so they had a bit of trouble nursing him back to health until Drayden made a visit bc his son made a phone call about a weird zoura that was injured

Once Drayton saw Drayden he was literally just pikachu surprised face with stary eyes bc he thought Dreyden looked so cool!!!! So he begrudgingly allows his parents to nurse him back to health but he also sticks to Drayden like glue so he was nicknamed Drayton :)

Once he’s healed up he started causing mischief like zoura tend to do! Although he’s grown to like his parents along side Drayden now! One day he shifted to look like a human child similar to Drayden and Drayden’s son just to cause a bit of mischief and eventually he just starts spending a lot of time in his human form as he finds out being a human is fun!!! Like really fun!! Eventually one day his parents kinda just sit him down and ask him if he would like to be a human bc they notice he stays in that form a lot and become their son (they cannot have biological kids bc fertility issues so I imagine Iris is also adopted!) so he becomes their son and the nickname Drayton becomes his official name!!! Although he still shifts back to a zoura sometimes at home or in private!

I think iris was away training or something when Drayton first arrived and her parents just called her saying they adopted another kid but once she comes back home she’s told the full truth about her new baby bro and let me tell you, THEY HIT IT OFF INSTANTLY!!!!! Vibing together as dragon sibs!!!

Eventually Drayton becomes a trainer which is a little weird at first but all of his pkmn joined him willingly as they wanted to get stronger! Plus having a trainer who’s a Pokemon makes it easier for him to understand their needs and wants! He also enrolls into blueberry Academy for the fun of it as he wants to learn a lot about being human! He absolutely THRIVES in the polar biome as it reminds him of Alabaster Icelands!

No one but his family know he’s a zoura so making friends is a little challenging at first bc his first friend knew he was a zoura and now he’s keeping that part of himself hidden but eventually he meets the rest of the E4 and they all click quite well together!!!

Jeebus this ask is probably pretty long oops and I didn’t even talk about how’d Drayton would be when opelucid froze over, that’ll probably be its own ask lol~Drayton angst anon💛

You've heard of N is a Zoroark, now get ready for Drayton is a Zorua hahaha

That's interesting tho👀👀👀

Cute how he looks up to Drayden so much he wanted to look like a younger version of him hahaha

But also imagine tho if he and N interacts too, like N immediately knows Drayton is a Zorua, bc he thought it was his own Zorua. Imagine N and Iris arguing bc of that tho, N saying how hypocritical it is for Drayton, a Zorua, to disguise himself as a human, to "capture" his fellow pokemon. Ofc, Drayton was quite young during that, he was scared of N, but Iris was there defending him that N has a lot of nerve saying that, considering that he himself has captured pokemon too. N said those pokemon are his friends, Iris shot back how Drayton's pokemon are also his friends, he didn't capture them, they joined him willingly

It'd be cool to see if Iris and N have some sort of beef over that tho, bc ofc, N was kinda misguided at the start of the story, while Iris is rather protective of her brother. Even after things settled down and N tried to atone for his misdeeds, and while Drayton was starting to be comfortable w him, w N even leaving his own Zorua for Drayton, he and Iris still don't see eye to eye

But y'know as a mischievous Zorua, would he even be a slacker in this au? Imagine him turning to a Slakoth sometimes too that'd be cute hahah

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Pet Names Masterlist

Baby Bear - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Dom!phil pushes sub!dan to his limits.

Go Home, Bear (ao3) - oliviakari

Summary: Dan has the flu but he comes to school anyways and Phil thinks he should go home.

I Think We're Gonna Make It (ao3) - philcantwerk

Summary: Dan wishes Phil had a pet name for him, and vice versa

Liveshow Lover (ao3) - SweetDreamsDarling

Summary: Dan’s doing a liveshow, and people want to see Phil. Fair enough, until Phil says something. Or moreso calls Dan a pet name without even realising.

moon boy, moon face and moon butt: a trilogy of sorts (ao3) - cloud_gays

Summary: Moon, that's what Phil is to Dan. Or something like that.

Also called: I can't get over how Dan's nickname for Phil is 'moon'. Maybe it isn't, but.

My Little Bear - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan gets sick and tries to keep it from Phil, but Phil finds out anyways and wants to take care of Dan, whether he likes it or not.

My Love (fanfiction.net) - uhnonniemiss

Summary: Oneshot. Lia, Dan and Phil’s daughter, is a little confused about her Daddy’s name.

Nicknames - teenagephantxsy

Summary: Dan and Phil become closer and closer and begin calling each other pet names. The two get so close that they realize that they’ve practically been a couple the whole time and all that was left was to make it official.

Stripper. (ao3) - Mirian_Rodrigues

Summary: He makes anyone want to touch him. He makes anyone want to kiss him. He makes anyone forget their name or what they were about to do seconds before he appears. He makes anyone go crazy, for, in the same way that he gives you paradise, he gives you hell for being forbidden. He is like fire, you feel the heat, the urge to approach desperately on cold nights, but you know you can't touch.

Terms Of Endearment (ao3) - legdabs (scvlly)

Summary: dan and phil walk their dog.

The perineal kind (ao3) - epsilonfive

Summary: "That alright, babe?" Phil half groans, half shudders a little in embarrassment, remembering watching Louise's video back and being flustered to find his reaction to Dan saying those words. "What? That's nothing new, dingus," Dan says with a little fond chuckle.

"I just-- mmh. I hate how much it messes me up,"

"Still?"

"Still,"

What Is the Name? (ao3) - linguisticswithlester

Summary: A curly headed barista becomes smitten with a new quiffed customer that comes into the coffee shop. Taking a chance, he makes a bold move that results in a battle of cute nicknames and feelings that could lead to a new adventure.

You Make Me Happy (ao3) - melapplesphan

Summary: After a night of pizza and beer on a New York City rooftop, Phil falls asleep in his chair. Dan tries to put his sleepy boyfriend to bed, but they had plans to put their hotel room to good use that evening, and Phil's upset that they have to cancel them. Dan comforts him. Takes place the night of the New Jersey show. Contains an abundance of pet names, soft boys, comforting touches, and enough tenderness to melt the coldest of hearts.

[briamichellewrites]

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Brangelina was the nickname given to Brad and his longtime girlfriend, Angelina. Anna suspected them of having an affair but he denied the allegations. Still, she didn’t trust her. After their break up, he started dating her officially. That was when the media found out. They were like vultures. Anna wanted to protect Shiloh from the paparazzi and tabloids, so they came up with a custody agreement without the help of the court.

Shiloh was curious about everything and she had the same outgoing energy as Elliot. At nine years old, she insisted she was a boy named John. Anna did her best to understand why she wanted to be a boy. With Brad and Angelina, she had two brothers. Maddox and Pax with two sisters, Elliot and Zahara. Angelina had also given birth to twins, Vivienne and Knox. Brad saw Shiloh every so often when he was in LA.

She was a curious nine-year-old, who insisted that she was a boy since she was two years old. Her name was John, not Shiloh. Because Elliot was gender fluid and was previously agender, he helped her understand that some kids were not just boys or girls. He had a hard time understanding it at first and it took him a while before he discovered it didn’t matter. All he had to do was try to remember whether to call Elliot female pronouns or male.

He still kept in contact with Mike as a co-parent and friend. They talked about Elliot, their families, and him becoming a father. Congratulations! Did they know what they were having yet? No, not yet. It was too early, though he was secretly hoping for a boy. His parents were thrilled to finally have a grandchild. Their child would have an English first name and a Japanese middle name.

They talked about having two or three children because they both wanted a medium-sized family. Brad was currently the father of seven. Outside of Elliot and Shiloh, he and Angelina adopted Maddox Chivan from Cambodia, Pax Thien from Vietnam, and Zahara Marley from Ethiopia. Together they also had a pair of twins, Vivienne and Knox, who were born in France. He loved his children equally and he was a very proud father. The kids knew English but were also learning other languages.

Elliot was not impressed by Angelina and she didn’t accept her as a stepmother. She thought she was overly sexual and was just using her father. Brad found her to be damaged with Borderline Personality Disorder. He wanted to help her but he found himself exhausted trying to keep up with her mood swings. She was a great mother to their children.

As a partner, there were times when nothing he did was good enough. If it wasn’t for the kids, he would break up with her. But she was not the type to share custody willingly. She was not Anna. The kids traveled with him, just like Elliot did when she was younger.

elliotryan: I will love you more than that. I won’t say the words, then take them back. Don’t give loneliness a chance. Baby, listen to me when I say. I will love you more than that. – Backstreet Boys

Brad and Rob were secretly engaged and had been for two years. They were very protective of their privacy, so nobody knew. Not even the band. Until Chester and Joe started noticing things once the band got back together. They looked at each other too long and were rarely seen apart. Finally, they admitted to being more than just brothers. They were getting married. Wait. What! They laughed because they had managed to keep the secret for a very long time.

When did they start dating? It was in the spring of 2006. They moved in with each other after a year and had become engaged in 2008. Damn! Congratulations! They used the hiatus to their advantage by taking vacations together to New York; Montevideo, Uruguay, and Denver, Colorado. They got engaged on New Year’s Eve in Los Cabo, Mexico.

Whether they were gay or bisexual, it didn’t matter to them because they loved them regardless. They thanked them. When Elliot visited them during their rehearsal, he was told the news. He got so excited for them. Oh my god! They laughed. What was he up to? He had to think because his mind was focused on the engagement. They waited for him to collect his thoughts. He was just running errands before hanging out with Leo. Was he going to see Adam?

No, he was being a dick, so he broke up with him. What did he do? He told him gender fluid wasn’t a real thing. It was Adam’s loss, not his. He knew that. What about Leo? They were friends, who were not attracted to each other. Leo was also a friend of her father’s and was shooting a movie in LA.

He invited him onto the set to hang out and meet the cast of Mark Ruffalo, Michelle Williams, and Ben Kingsley. As for his projects, he was producing Eat, Pray Love with Brad. They had a cast of Julia Roberts, Javier Bardem, James Franco, Viola Davis, and Billy Crudup. It was going to be a romantic movie based on a book by Elizabeth Gilbert. He was excited to be traveling again, but not thrilled about doing a romance. Brad had convinced him to do it because of Julia Roberts.

He had worked with Billy Cudrup the year before when he produced Public Enemies which was also produced by Michael Mann and starred Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, and Marion Cotillard. Johnny was one of the most delightful people he had ever met. They exchanged phone numbers, so they could meet up the next time he was in LA.

While they were talking, he had another tic episode which was triggered by his excitement. They were used to them by now. Though, they could still tell they frustrated him. The best thing they could do was to not mention it to him but to carry on like normal. His tics were different every time. They were still very annoying and frustrating for him, even though he was used to them. He was also used to having to explain himself and that he wasn’t being rude.

Most people understood that he couldn’t help himself. It was like someone having a seizure or other health-related condition. When they happened on set, he did his best to ignore them. There were a few times he had to step away until they stopped. He then apologized and went back to work.

“I told my dad I want to do a movie with Keanu Reeves someday because he seems like such a cool person. We’re talking about creating a movie he might be interested in doing.”

“That would be the coolest movie ever. Would it be an action movie like The Matrix”, Chester asked.

“That’s what I’m hoping to do. It won’t be anywhere near The Matrix because of the complexities with everything that would go into that but, yeah. I do want to do an action movie. Maybe we’ll have what’s his name…. Jason Statham. I think I still have that guy’s number.”

They laughed. Maybe they could do the soundtrack. Oh my god! That would be so fucking cool! He would have to tell Brad about that idea! Joe asked him to let him know what he thought. He promised he would!

William Bradley Pitt aka dad thinks that sounds like an awesome idea! We’re brainstorming ideas. Joe can help us. What’s his phone number? I thought I had it saved but I can’t find it. – Elliot

It’s 555-123-4567 - Mike

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[the-blivyverse]

Somewhat In-Depth Delves Into My Worlds

So in my pinned post, I have brief explanations of my stories I've got way more stories than this brewing though but I figured I should post a more informative version of them soooooo.....

Anyways! Informationz below the cut cuz this gon be LOOOOOOONG baby!

Open Mind

So first of all, that is a place holder name. I've yet to come up with an official title that I like. All I know is there's gonna be an overall series name and then each book will have a longer name below the series one. Like Percy Jackson and another series that will not be named.

So the gist of this one, other than it being my passion project and the story I've had the longest and yet it's still chaotic and not put together cuz I keep changing shit, is about a young college student named Arial and her best friend Elijah and how their entire life and view on what is real and what is fictional is turned upside down after they befriend an aloof boy Arial saw around her campus.

Darryl(He's also called Dire and that's how I tag his content but Darryl is his actual name. Dire is a nickname I'm still trying to figure out how he got), said boy, showed up on campus one day and didn't really attend many classes. He mostly just hung around, seeming disinterested in everything and everyone. Even so, Arial found him kind of alluring and also somewhat... cute. And after, with some help from her friend Elijah, gaining some courage, she went up and talked to him. She couldn't work up the courage to ask him out though so she just asked if he wanted to hang out with them.

After the fact, Darryl did end up hanging out with them. He however still acted dull and glum. Arial suspected something was eating away at him but didn't ask about it as it wasn't her buisness.

So some months later, Darryl starts to act weird and starts avoiding Arial and Elijah and stops hanging out with them and it may or may not be because Arial confessed to him and he adruptly left but what Ari doesn't know is that he saw something and that something turned out to be something important to him. Arial eventually gets fed up with him ghosting them and confronts him about the fact. Darryl suprisingly admits he was being a jerk and appologises. He tells Arial he'll come clean about why he was acting strange.

And that's how Arial and Elijah learn that Darryl has been to another world and also got into some trouble with some secret organization(which is why he has a criminal record because there was a cover up that left him with the short end of the stick). And you may wonder why Arial and Elijah would believe such an outragoes story, well it's cuz Darryl shows them solid proof in the form of why he was acting so odd. This is how they meet Zira, a being from said other world who has crossed over to theirs. What she doesn't know yet though is that this isn't Zira's first trip, and that why Zira returned again was because they came to warn Darryl that a big and infamous faction of demons is after him. What Arial does know though, is that she may or may not be growing an even bigger crush on Darryl's friend.

Also Elijah is extatic to learn about the existence of other worlds and he has so so many questions for Zira. They both end up becoming besties too and Elijah loves to show them movies and comics and music and stuff. Zira also thinks his tinkering hobbies are very interesting and likes to watch him fiddle with electronics and even likes to help him conduct physics experiments with him.

Safe to say it doesn't take long for their loyalty to Darryl to branch over to Arial and Elijah. Zira absolutly adores the two of them.

Sooooooooooo,

The main issue I'm having is weaving together a plot. I have plot points, but I don't know exactly how to tie them together. I also have no idea how exactly book 1's plot is gonna go. I have a beginning, but I have no idea how to proceed it and when and how book 1 ends.

I do know though that in book 2 I want them to get expelled from the university for reasons that aren't their fault. Or maybe they are idk yet. But they get an appartment together and that's when they add the triplets to the party. Also Arial is gonna be a bartender. Elijah's gonna be an IT guy or work at a car repair place or maybe both idk. They are both trying very hard to make rent and also pay off their college debt. Dire, due to his criminal record will have the job of housework, cooking, and making sure Zira doesn't do anything stupid. He also end up having to be a stay at home mom too once the triplets enter the picture and has to work doubletime to keep those three out of trouble as well. But as Zira is alright at listening, the triplets are a whooooooole other story.

Oh yeah also Arial ends up helping the government develop a serum to help them take down demons nicknamed Holy Water. Why she does this? She naivly belives the government when they say they are only going to use the serum on "bad" demons, the ones attacking people for no reason. What she later learns is the gov sees all demons as bad. So now she's overcome with guilt after the goverment starts using her creationt to detain every demon they find.

She doesn't let this guilt stop her from rectifying her mistake though. Not only does she start helping any and all demons who start coming to her for help after Zira directs them to her, she develops an antidote to the holy water, and also starts working on a vaccine to it as well.

In the process, she gains the favor of many a demon and demon faction not including the faction after Darryl becuase they are a bunch of assholes and they start to see her as a friend and comrade, protecting her from harm when given the chance to. In extension, so do Darryl and Elijah. It also helps that the three of them have the Zira seal of approval, which only really helps with the factions and demons who respect Zira not all of them do cuz Zira's reputation fluctuates and is also a huge mess due to past mistakes. Elijah even lends a hand and finds a passion for prothstetics by making them for demons who have momentarly lost their regeneration.

The vaccine does cause her troubles when it comes to human opinion though. Especially when the government frames her as a traitor. This is how the demon debate starts. Which is a huge political mess.

Oh yeah also a character gets dragged into the other world because the demons from the big faction mistake him for Darryl so that's a whole thing too.

I haven't even mentioned the drama with the fornyxes yet. Fornyxes being the angels of my story.

Side Funfacts:

Dire was the original main character but I changed the POV because I was focusing so much on events that were supposed to happen in book 4 or 5.

Before Dire, Zira was the main character, and before that, a character that has since been entirely reworked till he is but a shadow of his former characterization and his best friend were the main characters. But back when they were the main focus, the story was way different.

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Catching Bullets in Our Teeth

now THIS^^ is an actual title, named after a lyric from a favorite song of mine and a big inspiration for this story.

This is one I hope to start, finish, and publish some time in the near future as a short story on Quotev. Just to have SOMETHING out there by me.

So I hope to expand this one after I finish the first part, even add new installments when I feel like it(I even have another story that takes place in the same universe).

Catching Bullets in Our Teeth follows the life of three artifically created werewolves, made in a facility funded/owned by a GMO company I've yet to name.

They are part of "Project Lycan" and their sole purpose for existing is to be weapons and asassins for the company, taking out targets that the company deems a threat to their buisness; ex employees that leaked files and info, persistent journalists, spies sent by other companies, employees trying to start unions, detectives, people sticking their noses where they shouldn't, etc.

When they aren't out with their handlers and murdering people, they are securly tucked away in the reinforced cells they call home where they are monitored 24/7. Easy to say, their lives suck.

I still need to come up with names and definitive traits for their handlers and maybe some scientists, but the main three Lycans have been pretty much defined.

L-A01 aka Alpha - The first and oldest. Her wolf form is deformed and haggard looking due to her being the first real trial. Being the first, she was alone for the first parts of her life and learned quickly to smush down all her emotions and feelings as a way of protecting her psyche from becoming too damaged by the treatment she experienced, the loneliness she felt, and atrocities she was forced to commit. She's the most levelheaded, forced to mature and toughen up at a young age.

L-B02 aka Beta - The second sucessful trial. I haven't decided how her wolf form looks other than wanting her to have red fur but she def looks better than her older sister but still not perfect. Perhaps she'll look scrappy who knows? Since she grew up with Alpha in her life, she turned out less drawn in. This becomes a problem though because she's a lot more outspoken and defiant than her older sister. She will requently question her orders and talk back to her handler.

This causes Alpha stress as she worries that one day the facility will view Beta as a liability and risk to missions and despose of her. Alpha doesn't want that to happen but all she can really do is give Beta a warning look or shake of her head when Beta acts out.

Beta also cares for her sister though. And being a defying voice when her sister won't is her way of showing it. She stands up for them when her sister won't. It really does frustrate Beta though when her sister doesn't object ever to their orders even when Beta can tell she really doesn't want to go through with them. Beta understands why her sister is the way she is, but that doesn't change the fact that it makes Beta angry.

L-G03 aka Gamma - The first trial to really show some progress in Project Lycan. His wolf form is healthy, devoid of disfiguration, and practically a perfect specimen of what the project hopes to achieve in the creation process of lycanthropes. Because of this, Gamma is currently the facilties most valuable peice of research.

Gamma is the youngest, obviously. So young in fact, that he has yet to begin going on missions or to start his training. He's also given special treatment by the staff and is their pride and joy.

Despite this, the other two really aren't jealous. Well, they were at first, but they soon fell in love with their little brother. However, this also makes them dread that day he will join them in the purpose they were made to serve.

Gamma is a sweetheart, his smile is radiant and he's always so chipper. He always misses his big sisters when they "go outside to play" and eagerly waits for their return.

He's even the one who gives them their real names as he has reading privaleges and often tells them all about the things he's read about.

Gamma becomes the calaclyst for Alpha and Beta's decision to escape the facility with him, before he can become deeply traumatized liken them.

There's also the case of the other plot I'm making that takes place in the same universe where another group of experiments is involved but it only really focuses on one of them; and that's Project Dryad aka human/plant hybrid freaks of nature. Kalmia is the main focus of that one.

One of the scientists involved in that project gets super attached to her and even plans to break her out, however that doesn't end up happening exactly cuz the company funding Project Lycan finds out about project Dryad and the fact that one of their rival companies is behind it. So by now the project lycan company has created more lycanthropes, this time with measures to keep them compliant(cool ass mecha gear and headsets), and they basically seige the Project Dryad facilty, slaughter everyone, and confiscate all their project resources and progress(data, formulas, live subjects, etc). All except for Kalmia who was able to escape thanks to the scientist (scientist sadly doesn't make it :( ).

Kalmia ends up bumping into a group of other characters but I haven't decided who they are yet.

More elaboration on that one when I figure it out more.

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Five Horse

^^Another placeholder name

So in this one, there are seven gods who I have yet to name.

The gods are all a bunch of incompetant indecisive wishywashies, all except for one. So when the gods all decide to end the world so they can reset and reshape it, the seventh objects becuase it's super unfair to do that to all the mortals living their lives in the current one. The other six ignore them.

The seventh tries to stop them but the other six kill them and then end the world and lets just say it's not a fun last few moments for the mortals all living down there.

So now all the mortals and the fallen god are in the void until the six gods bring them back with their memories erased to exist in their newly remade world.

The fallen god is very pissed about this whole thing so they try to find a way out of the void they are stuck in. They can't really do much to get out though so they enlist the help of four mortals they managed to get ahold of after they die. But they aren't able to actually talk to the mortals until the next reset so in the meantime, the four just come back from the dead, with some new powers too, and cause problems until the six gods take notice and shut the world down.

So when the four are back in the void but conscious this time, the fallen god apoints them as their four horsemen and asks for their help in reserecting them and pulling them out of the void. Thus begins the saga of the four horsemen repeatedly dying be it when the world ends and resets or being killed by the three mortals the six have employed to stop them from achieving their goal of reserecting the fallen god.

It doesn't help that the horsemen have no fucking clue wtf they are supposed to do to reserect the fallen god and tbh I don't really have any idea how exactly they are supposed to either. It ALSO doesn't help that one of the three sent after them is the man that murdered Mellona. Mellona has made it her goal to kill him each reset btw.

Oh yeah and each reset onward from when the four got their powers, they keep all their memories thanks to the fallen god.

Oh also some descriptions of the horsemen because I forgot:

Charlotte, War - She was a noblewoman who's arranged marriage became her living hell as her husband was incredibly abusive to her. She was always a gentle soul and was taught to be passive all her life so she didn't know what to do and just dealt with it until one day she snapped and killed him. The court was anything but sympathetic to her though and she was hanged for murder. A deep dark ring from the rope is ever present on her neck now.

Now, she's less gentle and less passive. Even so, she won't strike unless somone strikes first. She can also weild the cold and decrease the temperture in a room in seconds as well as form weapons out of ice. And ice means no evidence in the form of a murder weapon.

Day, Famine - Things didn't go great for him pretty much most of his life. Add the issues he has on top of that, and he found himself tethered to an asylum with no hope of getting out. Having always felt hopeless his whole life and the fact that being stuck in an assylum didn't help, he ended up taking his own life in his room one night.

Now he's an apathetic and sarcastic controller of plants and animals. Flowers also constantly grow from the scars on his wrists.

Day also struggles with his self identity and isnt entirely sure if he's a man or not. He knows for certain he's definitly not a girl though. But yeah he ends up going by he/they.

Mellona, Pestilence - A hopeless romantic and very joyful young woman, but also naive. She was head over heels in love with a married man who she genuinly thought loved her back when they had an affair. The man would grow bored of her though and stop paying her any attention after a while.

He later grew paranoid afterward that she'd spill the beans and his wife would find out. So when he went to her and told her exactly what she wanted to hear, her thrill at the news made her blind to the man's sinster plans for her.

She followed him into the woods, rose tinted glasses making her not see the red flags. So when he stabbed and killed her, that confusion and pain morphed into rage.

When she came back from the dead with newfound powers, the first thing she did was kill him using his own wife.

Mellona is definitly the most unhinged and sadistic of all the horsemen. Any wounds she inflicts are full of eggs that hatch into maggots who kill somone from the inside and then she can use their body as mind controlled zombie. She has long sharp nails and caninens and her long brown hair is tangled and mangy. Fungus and mushrooms also grow around the stab wound in her chest.

Hadeon, Death - He was an orphaned child who spent his short life alone as a street urchin until hunger led him to starving to death.

Despite this, he's definitly the nicest out of the horsemen. His friendliness doesn't change that fact that a single touch from him is all it takes for somone to bubble and fester into a screaming puddle of flesh and blood. That's why he wears gloves and refuses to touch anyone except the other horsemen becuase they are immune.

He's also deathly skinny and is just happy to finally not be alone anymore. Safe to say, he views the others as his family.

I'd also talk about the three "heros" appointed by the six gods but tbh I haven't really defined them much yet.

They will be based off Live Laugh Love though.

All I got is that Love, the man that killed Mellona, ironically on many resets falls for her and Mellona doesn't know how to feel about it.

Laugh is of course gonna be the cheerful one, and I guess Live can be the one who manages to be the last one standing each time the horsemen choose to deal with the heros violently.

Yeah so sometimes heros and horsemen die but they all come back after the reset. With each reset, the world changes genres and the horsemen and heros take on different roles with each one. I was planning on originally making the horsemen always take up bad guy roles and the heros take on good guy ones, but I was thinking perhaps it's the reverse? Or maybe it changes each time? Idk yet.

The fallen god is suprisingly nice to the four horsemen and greatly advises they avoid fighting the six gods head on at all costs as they will lose. The fallen god promises that when they are reserected, they'll set everything right and stop the resets.

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Post Apocalyptic Daycare

^^ Place holder name that I came up with on the fly cuz I had to tag those posts with SOMETHING.

So a race of immortals called Evermores have a huge dick measuring contest that involves all of them getting into fights with eachother and causing enviromental devastation in the process and that's not great for the humans just trying to survive and live their lives. Humans end up getting driven underground because of it and sooooo much of the world is reduced to desolate wastes.

Also the Evermores aren't 1v1ing this pvp either cuz there's different clans of Evermores who fight as teams but also engage in solo battles with other Evermores as well as well as one Evermore going against multiple Evermores too. It's a huge mess. And the best part is the war isn't even over anything important it's just arrogent immortals fighting eachother to decide who's the bestest strongest immortal at the cost of literally everything else in their world.

One of these clans is Blanchfjer, one of it's members being an Evermore named Sanguinalbyss. Sanguin was a very formidable fighter. So formidable in fact, that she ended up being the lone survivor of her clan.

Yeah that's how the war ends. The Evermores all kill eachother off in their stupid conquest to see who's the best. Sanguin just so happens to still be alive because after her clan all died she lost her will to continue fighting.

So the world is still pretty wrecked but over the course of thousands of years, it begins to heal, moss and plantlife growing over the skellatall remains of dead Evermores, animals by some miracle bouncing back, and of course humans too. Sanguin watches it all happen as she wanderes the world aimlessly, wondering why she's even still here.

I'm still figuring out the details, but a friendly human who I still don't have a name or know how he looks befriends and invites her back to his home, a human settlement that's slowly developing. (Also Sanguin has a human form too but I haven't figured out how exactly to explain why she has it). His job there is to look after and take care of the settlement's children when their parents are too busy to do so themselves becuase there's always lots of work to do around the settlement.

Sanguin ends up helping him because the kids take a liking to her. She slowly learns how exactly to take care of human children, how to speak to them, what to do if they get hurt, how to explain difficult subjects to them, etc. But mostly, she becomes their protector and rains hell down on any who try to bring harm to the kids in her care.

Through all of this, Sanguin learns to move on from her bloody past and heal from the loss of her clan and live a much more mellow and happy life.

Also her caring for the children and white bird-like appearance is how she earns the affectionate name Mother Goose, Goose for short.

Not exactly sure what the whole plot will be for this one.

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Low Price, Big Problems

^^Honestly unsure if this one is a placeholder or the official title... Before, it was named "The Rent Was Cheap" but I changed it(It was also named Low Rent Big Problems but I changed Rent to Price cuz it made more sense).

This started off as a highschool project for American Popculture(An interesting class btw and one of the very few I actually paid attention to and was engaged in) where we needed to create a sitcom. I did mine about a young adult who bought a very creepy run down house because of its low price. The reason the price was so cheap is due to everyone thinking the house is super uber haunted and the reason Gidget, the girl, even bought it is cuz she literally couldn't afford anywhere else. And, turns out, the house IS haunted; sort of. Some demons are squatting in it. So Gidget, instead of trying to find a way to get rid of them, lets them stay because she thinks it would be rude to kick them out when they were there first. So the sitcom would follow their shenanigans together as a dysfuntional human demon household.

I ended up getting attached to the characters, so I started developing them more.

There's three demons, or well, there was but I retconed one of them(a firey demon with anger issues) but I might bring them back again(perhaps as a firey hellhound?).

Occealrei is a demon of the fallen angel variety(but Gidget doesn't find out till later) who's generally distinterested in everyone and everything. She kind of just looms around the house quietly and answers questions with curt one words or not at all.

And then there's an imp who is currently being renamed. They try and fail to boss everyone else in the house around. They also complain a lot. I still need to define their personality a little better.

And then maaaaaybe there's gonna be a hellhound with anger issues but idk.

Also Occ and Gidget are gonna eventually become a couple.

Also also, they're gonna at some point get some rude neighbors that turn out to be angels and that's perhaps maybe maybe not how Gidget discovers Occ used to be an angel.

There's also this big overarching world side plot about god quitting over a thousand years ago and the new guy in charge is a super judgey asshole who's very picky about who gets into heaven due to having been mistakingly sent to hell when he died. He's inspired by Charlie's Inferno.

I also don't know what format I want to make the series in. It's either gonna be comics or writing in script format. Maybe a podcast? Nah...

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Cyberpunk Supernatural

^Ok definitly a placeholder name right here. Once again, I had to tag this as SOMETHING.

This one was just a random idea I had and then started to get kinda really attached to? It started as a daydream I had while listening to Sweet Thing by Nick Leng. I kinda just kept thinking about a werewolf in a trenchcoat solemnly looking out over a dystopian city.

I ended up just being like "I want to make a fantasy world but set in a cyberpunk destopian setting with lots of ANGST!!" so here we are now.

Fantasy is also kind of the wrong word it's more supernatural creatures than fantasy ones.

There's vampires, werewolves, and also maybe zombies and ghosts but I'm unsure at the moment. There's also fae and mermaids but fae are super reclusive and exist in a society seperate from everyone else and the mermaids are all extinct due to ocean pollution. The fact that mermaids went extinct and humans don't seem to care doesn't help with the tensions already brewing between humankind and the other races.

Demons and angels also exist but only in the sense that aliens do in ours. Meaning that some people believe they exist and it's very possible they do but there's no solid proof yet and sightings are zero to none.

No one in this story has names right now.

Yeah.

So everyone in this story is refered to as code names right now cuz I drag my feet naming things.

We got: Werewolf, Vampire, Human, and Werefox

They all live in a very crappy apartment and can barely afford even that cuz this cyberpunk city is a cost of living nightmare.

So Werewolf is an older werewolf in her late thirties to early forties who wears her signature trenchcoat and also has a huge old scar starting from her jaw and trailing down her neck and onto her chest. She's the breadwinner of her little family. She barely scrapes by on rent and food by fighting in a local underground fighting ring for werewolves. These rings are "affectionetally" named "dog fights". The rest of the group constantly worries about her when she leaves for "work" and they fear one day she'll leave and never come back. But they also understand that she's the one keeping them afloat financially. Plus Werewolf doesn't really have a choice since stigma about werewolf agression keeps her from getting a job with better pay. Same thing with vampires. Werewolf would do anything to keep her found family sheltered and safe though so she has no problem beating the shit out of other werewolves in the ring to support them.

Vampire has no other character right now besides being sassy and difficult at the moment. He does care about his family but is really bad at showing it in a postive way. His relationship with Werewolf is the most strained out of everyone. Sometimes he can't really see things beyond the very short term.

Werefox is a subspecies of the werewolf and her kind is often seen as a weaker version of them. They arguably get treated the worst out of all the nonhuman races. Also because werefoxes are a rather recent species, they are seen as exotic in some circles and Werefox may or may not have been kept in captivity by somone in the first class district of the city. She still has faint discoloring around her neck in both her human and fox form from the collar and she's pretty sensitive about it.

Human is like the baby of the family. They are the youngest and were kicked out and ostrasized by their biological family for being different. The others take very good care of them though and are a way better family than their biological one ever was. Both them and Werefox are the most optimistic of the family.

Only plot it got for this one is that it starts around when Werewolf gets a new "job offer" from a vampire crimeboss to be a bodygaurd and she takes is only because he offers to pay her more than she's earning from the ring. He also offers her and her family better housing in his base of opperations but Werewolf declines. Mostly due to observing the humans at the HQ, which are definitly not there of their own choice cuz vampire opperated human trafficking for reasons concerning blood supply is a thing and not trusting her fellow tenants to leave Human alone. Oh also when Vampire finds out they could've gotten comfier living flats he's PISSED cuz he hates their cramped apartment and makes a big stink about Werewolf's decision so yayyyy conflict.

Werewolf also lands herself dead smack in the middle of the human and vampire tension since the crime boss absolutely despises humankind.

Also theres a whole other sideplot kinda involving a curious fae who goes wandering outside the pocket dimension(s) their kind lives in and ends up trusting the wrong people and getting trafficked in the black market for nonhumans.

They're ok though cuz human activists break into the warehouse where Fae is being held along with other trafficked nonhumans and free all of them. Fae is very traumatized by the events though and it takes them a while to warm up to the human that saved them. Also something happens where the human is forced to flee the activists's home base with Fae and go on the run.

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Little FELA

^^Might be the official name probably

So this one is inspired by this text post

It's about a robot with feelings becuase I will never get tired of that trope, an AI gone rouge, and a sentient virus.

Each of their personalities are inspired by each of the bots from the post above.

FELA,

F.E.L.A.,

Friendly

Enhanced

Livlyhood

Aid,

Is a robot created to be a home companion for stuff like housekeeping, being a nanny to kids, etc. She is very friendly and polite and also very naive. She gains a passion for jokes and even replaces of the caretaking information in her hardrive with her growing collection of them. They are her most precious possession.

Hitchhiking in her software, is an AI and Virus that I don't have names for yet.

The AI hates humanity for reasons I'm still figuring out and wants to use FELA as a vessel to acheive its goal that I also haven't decided on yet but it invovles world domination and the eradication of the human race. (YES I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE THE MITCHELLS VS THE MACHINES but I came up with this before that came out honest. Also by sheercoincidence FELA used to be named PAL)

The virus doesn't really know what they want. They just suddenly gained sentience and are very confused but they mask the confusion with a hostile defensive attitude in the form of extremly unprofessional language. The AI scolds them about it a lot.

Even though the AI is more polite and uses much more proper langauge, its actually really mean and way meaner than the virus is.

Both AI and virus are able to take control of FELA's robotic body. FELA doesn't like it when they do this but she's a bit of a pushover. Doesn't really matter if she's a pushover or not about it though because the AI has a far more superior processing power and could overpower her control reguardless of if FELA fights back or not.

The virus grows a liking to FELA due to how nice she treats them and actually has FELA's best interest in mind when they take control. They are kind of rash at times but I'd like to think they learn to ask permission before taking the wheel.

The AI on the other hand views FELA as merely a tool and a building block towards it's goals and is also very mean about it. The virus doesn't like this very much. Idk what I want the virus to necessarily function as, I was thinking a DOS virus but idk yet.

Also FELA's eyes change color depending on who's in control of her body. When she's in control, here eyes are a blueish green.

I know I want the two other eye colors to be Orange and Purple but I can't decide if I want the AI to be purple or orange.

Also idk what direction I'm gonna take the plot in. I kinda want to have a spinoff story based on the bad ending where the AI takes over the world and that's maybe where I'd use that super soldier character I started to make.

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Bad Luck

^^Don't really know if this is a placeholder or not?

This is an old concept I felt like reviving. It's still on the wayyyyy back burner though cuz idk wtf to do with it.

Not much about this one though.

I came up with it cuz an artist I follow was talking about how dragons are portrayed as cute too much in media and she thinks we need more media where they are big and terrifying so I thought why not make them boarderline zombies too?

So for some reason, the world is plunged into an apocalypse infested with viscious dragons that eat people and a woman named Karma is determined to singlehandedly end the apocalypse or die trying and take down as many of the dragons as she can with her. She ends up meeting a member of a race of luck dragons who were also victims of the infestation of dragons and so they end up teaming up but plottwist! The luck dragon is bad luck! Also his name is Murph which is short for Murphy elluding to Murphy's Law.

I might end up reworking this whole thing though. Idk yet.

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But yeah that's it for the moment! Sorry if any of the explanations are confusing I'm tired and this has been open in my tabs for well over two weeks :P

[iwa-ch4n]

kaeya as a dad;

no listen kaeya is such a soft dad you don't understand

he's not one to cry much, especially not from happiness, but it came close the first time he held his baby girl. you could see his eyes get watery and his voice crack a little when he cooed at her

he's actually captivated by her. even when she's sleeping peacefully in the cot beside your bed, he will just lay there and stare at her with this sappy smile until he finally passes out

KING of calming the baby down. his voice is soothing and his arms are comfortable, he can stop her crying in minutes unless she want to be breast fed

however he will inform you that she's hungry by saying "babe, the child wants boobs"

super super super good at playing with her. tickles her loads and when she gets older he is strong enough to just. let her climb all over him or throw her in the air effortlessly (you get nervous every time but trust him, he's got it under control. he has not dropped the child once yet)

she has no choice but to be an absolute daddys girl. he would give the world for her and spoils her fucking rotten. her first word was "papa" and that time he did cry

okay he would absolutely call her dumb nicknames similar to what people call their cats. 'stinky', 'little devil' and 'rascal' are all very common. once when she was like 6 months old she threw up on him and he called her a bastard out of instinct. you heard, which is why it was only once

okay no but imagine kaeya has a day off so he takes her for a day out in mondstadt and its just. so fuckin cute. ice cream from good hunter, splashing in the fountain, popping in to angels share to annoy diluc, who doesnt want to swear or get too mad bc there is a child

as much as he is amazing at taking care of her, you're with her most of the time because he has a lot of work to do with the knights. however, if she ever completely wears you out, he will insist on taking her to work with him and letting you have a day for yourself.

that's how he ends up at a very important captains meeting with a toddler on his knee, bouncing her up and down and making her little origami animals to keep her occupied and relatively quiet

its also how the new recruits working under him go to speak to their rather intimidating boss and go into his office to find him on the floor with her giggling on top of him and yanking at his ponytail

he would absolutely have play fights with her, using sticks as swords, and let her win, falling dramatically to the ground and groaning in defeat

he's become even more of a babysitting pro for klee now so he is more than happy to look after both at once. klee is an amazing big sister but you have to watch them all closely just so kaeya doesnt allow any bombs around your two year old

HE TAKES HER TO ANGEL'S SHARE WHEN ITS STILL RELATIVELY EARLY AND DANCES WITH HER TO THE SONGS THE BARDS SING (then he takes her home and goes back on his own to get drunk)

whenever he puts her to bed, instead of reading her bedtime stories, he will tell her stories of his various adventures and whatever (which are greatly edited to be more child appropriate and then embellished so they're still interesting)

i absolutely think she would look up to him lots and when she gets older he would start training her properly because she wants to be able to fight just like him

jousting with wooden swords and he lets her win less often now, but she's a fast learner and becomes pretty damn skilled for her age

you have to be hard on her sometimes because he absolutely will not. he's too whipped for her. could never say no to her. you absolutely come home sometimes to find him squeezed into a tutu skirt with kids makeup and a tiara, sitting at her little play table having a tea party

also they have the conversation "daddy, can i have a cookie" "what's the rule?" ":(( no cookies until after dinner" "no, thats mums rule. my rule is to bring me one too"

he just all around loves her so much and sometimes he'll just be watching her and turn to you and be like "hey do you want to make another one of these?". its up to you to figure out whether he's been hit with soft dad feels or if he's just horny

all in all he spoils her and is an amazing dad and i love him so much

tag; @kaeya-alberich-official

[bukojuiice]

the way of the househusband — levi ackerman

ೃ pairing: (husband! levi ackerman x  ceo wifey! reader)

ೃ  There is the “ideal” nuclear family. The one composed of a working husband with a well-paying 9 to 5 job, loving housewife who cooks and cleans, and adoring children who do well in school. However, that idealization is looong gone. What about you and your family? You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up Company who ain’t no trophy wife, Your husband hails from the last line of Ackermans and who temporarily resigns from being a vice executive of your company (just because he doesn’t want to work with young, feeling philanthropist, and genius GenZers) to become a hands-on househusband, and then there’s your little daughter who has the most inquisitive mind and adventurous heart who idolizes her doting father in every shape, way, and form. A month’s absence in your home (due to a business trip) could lead to many many things. But, your husband randomly publishing a self-help book on parenting and being a househusband is not one of those things. 

ೃ genre and warnings: modern au, domestic fluff, baby au, husband au, 

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ೃ Will be referring to hanji as “aunkling” (a cute nickname that some kiddos use to refer to their non-binary relatives <3) because there are no official non-binary terms for aunt and uncle! + your daughter with levi is named amelia and she is just the most precious cinnamon roll

It’s done. 

The Business Trip is finally over.

A long and painful month of no hugs and playdates with your little princess, Amelia and no time to be pampered with love and affection from your husband, Levi was finally over!

Sometimes, you wonder how you were even able to survive these long-ass trips and conferences. Sure, these month-long trips only happened once a year, but the thought of Amelia getting older and having to miss a day of seeing her grow up and discover the world, really hurt you as all mothers would. Video Calls were enough to satisfy you and give you happy hormones even for just a short while, but still- the longer you’re not with them, the more the yearning lengthens until you’re just riddled with endless thoughts of wanting to get home as soon as possible.

First, let’s set things straight: You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up company who was born into a middle-class family and rose her way up to success. It’s as cliche as it gets but hey! Living a life as if you were in a romantic comedy was the best compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

Along with that, as far as rich families in rom-coms and coming of age movies go, are they all dysfunctional in reality? Not really. Or at least you and Levi promised each other not to end up like that. The Rich Girl meets Poor Boy (with a tragic backstory) cliche however? Yea, that’s a pretty accurate way to describe your love story. Meeting the love of your life in a Coffee Shop is actually pretty common and happens to a lot of people apparently. When Erwin Smith, Levi’s best friend (who is too smart and self-aware to fit the role of a rom-com sidekick by the way) approaches your table to ask if he and Levi could sit with you. (Because of all the days the cafe would be packed, it would be that day.) You said yes of course, and Erwin began oversharing details about the raven-haired man and you were all too invested in learning more about him anyway. Levi grew up in the orphanage after his mother had died and his father was the biggest asshole on the planet for never showing his face, he had to fend for himself after he outgrew the foster system. Starting out as an espionage in an illegal underground gambling empire to a bookkeeper at the Smiths’ bookshop. (Although this is a story for another day)  

Internally swooning over his pretty eyes and resting bitch face...it didn’t take long until the two of you fell in love and... the rest was history!

You come home to your lavish yet homey apartment in 21 West End Avenue Manhattan to be surprised by your father-daughter duo absolutely knocked out on the couch. Amelia was snuggled up to her father, her feet on his lap and a sleeping position you could not possibly comprehend, a Disney movie playing in the background, and both of them were wearing matching Minion onesies whilst yours was folded neatly on the coffee table just waiting to be worn by you when you got home. 

It was a rare sight to see and you can’t help but just stare lovingly at the wonderful scene before you. Not only was it rare to see Amelia asleep before seeing you (or in the case of your business trips, during your daily video calls with them) but it was also rare to see your husband sleeping so soundly and his insomnia not kicking in. 

Amelia hears your footsteps, her eyes are still shut as she tries to predict what you will do next. She finally assesses when she will make her move and surprise you when you place another fleece blanket on top of them and plant a kiss on both of their temples. your daughter’s eyes suddenly flutter open. Her eyes beaming and glowing off the same light that twinkled in her father’s as she jumps off the couch, making sure not to wake up Levi.

“MOMMY!” She screams in the most quiet volume her cute voice could muster. She runs up to you and envelops you in a tight hug, jumping up and down as she does so. “I missed you Mommy! I missed you soooo much! How was sandbox in K-korea!? Was there a lot of sand!? Did you have a lot of pwaymates there!?”

You giggle at your daughter’s enthusiasm, combing your fingers through her hair. “Lili, Sandbox is like the Silicon Valley of Korea. It isn’t necessarily a sandbox like in a playground, baby.”

“OOOH! JUST LIKE SIWICON VAWWEY!” She chirps, tightening her hug and reaching for your hand and squeezing it. “AH WAIT!” She gently pushes you away and makes a beeline to her room. “ME AND DADDY HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! BUT CLOSE YOUR EYES FIRST OWKAAY?!” She calls out from her room and you shout back a “yes!” to her in between your giggles, unable to contain the sudden rush of serotonin your daughter had given you from her simple yet adorable antics.

Another trope that you can debunk is that rich moms can be a hands-on parent too! After your maternity leave ended and when Amelia had finally reached her toddler years, you absolutely made sure that you were going to take care of her every second, minute, hour and day of your life. As soon as she turned two, she became the inquisitive, smart and ever so curious little girl you and Levi had always hoped for. She had your (h/c) hair and Levi’s icy yet warm and loving milky grey eyes. If the color of Levi’s reminded you of dark and stormy clouds, Amelia’s was gleaming. Like that of the clouds after a terrible storm. She was an absolute blessing and although you weren’t a perfect mother, (spoiling her more than you should) Levi was an amazing father. Growing up without parents was tough for him and he was going to make sure that Amelia is going to have an amazing childhood and be surrounded by the love of two parents that he never had and never got to experience. 

You always and will forever have trust in Levi. There has never been a day where you doubted him. Despite the impressions and assumptions that people have of him. How he was cold, scary, and even calculating. But, you are always quick to shut down those rumors. They don’t know the Levi Ackerman behind the cold and mighty front he shows. He is a man who has gone through so much and yet has so much love and care to give. How he notices and remembers the littlest details, how he never takes anything for granted and how he loves and cherishes everything so wholeheartedly.

When Amelia turned six, you sadly had to go back to work formally. Right timing too because your genius (with very himbo tendencies) younger cousin, Eren, was about to be part of your start-up company and he had a lot of amazing plans that had to come into fruition. Even bringing in a group of his own friends (who all graduated in MIT by the way!) who are willing to contribute so many amazing ideas and hackathons that were just waiting to happen.

The entrance of these youthful and hopeful genius entrepreneurs also brought about the temporary exit of your very own husband from your very own company. Apparently, working with newly graduated Gen Zers (as a millennial) was too much for him. They were nice and they were going to be a very integral part of the company. But, the boomer inside Levi can’t just can’t keep up with this sudden surge of energy and youthfulness within the higher-ups. It was also a great opportunity for him to take care of Amelia even more. So, you didn’t stop him from doing so! 

It’s been a year since he temporarily resigned and became an official-unofficial househusband. Or as your best friend Hanji likes to put it, You are the Girl Boss and he is the Male Wife. Amelia is now 7 years old and she’s currently taking Ballet classes (Levi picks her up during the weekdays, and the both of you pick her up on the weekends) and has developed a hyperfixation over Sanrio Characters and the Disney movie, Frozen. She was growing up to be a wonderful girl and you just can’t wait to hear what she and Levi had done during your absence.

She skips her way back to you, a book tightly clutched in her hands. “SURPRISE!” Amelia gingerly places a book on your hand. You open your eyes and tilt your head in question at the piece of literature she had just given you as you read the title aloud.  “The Way of the House Husband… written by Levi Ackerman.” Your eyes shift to a little circle on the lower side of the cover,  “The husband of (Y/N) Ackerman, the CEO of Survey Corp Tech…!?” 

“Daddy and I made a book while you were away!” She claps her hands together and grabs the book back from you, turning it to the first page. “See there’s even a dedication! To (Y/N) and Amelia! The two brightest stars in my galaxy!”

“Oh that’s too cheesy. No way would your dad write something like this out of the blue, Lili.” You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. Your daughter looks at you with downcast eyes while you were still trying to process that your husband literally just wrote a whole-ass book while you were away. “Who helped publish this so quickly, Amelia?”

“Uncle Erwin of course!” She’s frowning for one second and now she’s beaming at you again. “Please please read it mommy! Me and daddy worked really really hard on it!” She taps the hardbound cover of the book in rhythms. “This is the Amelia Edition! Daddy said he cut out some stuff so that it would be okay for me to read and for me to give to you once you get home! It’s my come back home gift for you mommy!” She moves the book to your lap and hops up next to you on the loveseat that you were sitting on. Before you know it, Amelia is resting her head on your shoulder and coaxing you to start reading to her like it was a bedtime story. 

You clear your throat and hold her by the waist so that she can feel more secure in her seat. “Okay… okay… let’s begin shall we? In a kingdom far far away…”

“That’s not how the book is like mommy! Read it properly like the way daddy did!”

“I was just joking, honey. Let’s get started. Rule #1 of the House Husband is…”

Rule #1: Fathers, be good to your children. You are the weight of their world.

“One thing I learned as soon as I was at home practically 24/7 is that your child will be more cautious and weary of you. They will observe you because they look up to you. They will watch your every move, follow you around, and will imitate whatever you say and whatever they hear from you. Talk to them, teach them things they need to know, support them in their hobbies, interests, and even if you have to be the extra princess in her tea party, do it.  The thing is, you will leave an eternal mark on the hearts of your children.”

Amelia got even more closer to Levi when he was finally stationed at home. Always grinning from ear to ear and boasting to her classmates how cool her dad was whenever he would pick her up from school. She was proud to tell them Levi’s heritage even if Amelia never got to meet her Grandma Ackerman and Grandpa Ackerman. When Levi would take her out for errands, may they be groceries, cleaning the house, baking, cooking, laundry, or just going on his morning jog, Amelia would be there to accompany him. In fact, she’s gone shopping with Levi so many times that she has memorized the brand names of cleaning detergent and bleach before she could even memorize the multiplication table.

 She’s even caught up with her father’s cynical sense of humor. And because of that, Levi had to tone down on his sardonic jokes around the little girl. Levi wasn’t necessarily physically affectionate but he does soften around Amelia as the little girl never fails to supply him with endless hugs and kisses on the cheek. She may be both a Mommy’s and Daddy’s girl, but the way she looks up to Levi is the kind of father-daughter bond that you hardly see in real life. She aspires to be like him. Even if there were times where she would be scolded by you both, (most especially Levi) she never took that against you.  She sees all the good and positive sides of your husband that others outside of your circle fail to see.

Rule #2: Let your children know that they have other “guardian angels” who they can rely on aside from their parents.

“My daughter has both my wife and I’s best friends to learn from or to look up to. Her kooky aunkling and her blunt uncle have become one of the most precious people in her life. Even the young ins working at Survey Corp Tech have become older siblings to her and get along with her so well. Remember that there will always be close relatives or friends who can and will help them when they lose their way. Let them spread sunshine and love to others.”

Whether it’s a regular trip to Coney Island or your monthly trips to Disneyland, Hanji or Erwin would totally tag along. Amelia absolutely loves and vibes with Hanji’s quirkiness so well. They would wear matching Mickey Mouse ears, ride the kiddie roller coaster that Amelia wanted to ride on a million times per visit, buy her all the ice cream and treats she wants (despite Levi’s warnings and the reprimanding that Hanji has to suffer from the both of you right after.) They just want Amelia to experience all the fun, the joy, and innocence of living in the moment. As a kid, it’s better if she sees how precious life is, how she should cherish it and that she doesn’t have to grow up so fast just yet. 

Erwin on the other hand, brought out Amelia’s intellectual side more. As soon as a new and critically acclaimed children’s book hit the shelves, you bet Amelia has a copy right away. Whenever Levi would take her to Erwin’s bookstore, she wanders around like it’s this huge mysterious archive that can only be accessed by her. The Adults section is forbidden, so were the cheap romance novels in the back, and the books written by youtubers. God forbid she read those. When her Uncle Erwin got her into reading Roald Dahl’s children’s books, you had to watch Amelia run around the penthouse with a little red ribbon tied on top of her hair, wanting to be referred to as Matilda, along with you and Levi having to pretend that she had telekinetic powers for 6 months straight. It was her cutest phase yet and you just know there were many more to come. 

There were also Eren and his friends who loved Amelia dearly whenever she came over to visit. Your little cousin refused to be called Uncle Eren and instead wanted to be called big bro, and in which Amelia happily complied. Whenever it was Amelia’s weekly “Visit Mommy at Work” day, she had her own room in your office where Eren and your other young associates would babysit her. In fact, they would actually take turns in babysitting at your condo whenever you and Levi went out for date night. Amelia was introduced to playing video games like Animal Crossing and Pokemon solely because of them (more specifically because of big bro Jean, big sis Sasha, and big bro connie.) They even ended up influencing her to watch anime when her big brother “Minmin” and big sis “Mimi” accidentally left the TV on and Amelia literally binge-watched half of the existing Studio Ghibli movies to this date. 

Rule #3: Your children will think that you are Superman or Iron Man. Make sure to act like them and never let them down by ruining their innocence and imagination.”

(A little note was attached to this page: Please don’t let Amelia read this. Read her a fairy tale instead while skimming through this.)

“It all started when my daughter found an entire encyclopedia on ancient and legendary family clans around the world. The Ackerman clan was on the very first page after the intro and she read through all 50 pages of it. The look of awe on her face when she read that her dad’s ancestors exhibit physical abilities much higher than the average human. In a 7 year old’s mind and vocabulary, that automatically translates to a superhero akin to that of Superman. 

Ever since then, My daughter has forced me to become more creative with doing very mundane tasks and chores. I pretend to have superpowers. Such as teleporting around the house whilst cleaning. I tell her to close her eyes or else my teleportation powers won’t work. Then when I cook in the kitchen and she watches me intently, I tell her that the salt and pepper have magical properties that only I can touch and hold because to her, at that moment, I was “Doctor Stwange.”

and one time, when I picked her up from school, she was babbling on about how she told her friends and playmates that she had two superhero parents she was very proud of. Then one of the other kids asked if I was a strong soldier who killed huge humanoid monsters using sharp blades. To which I replied that could have possibly happened in a different universe. Her hearty laughs and giggles whenever she sees me using my superpowers makes me anxious over the fact I have to tell her someday that my powers never existed.”

Whilst you were on your monthly trip, you and Levi would have private video calls whenever Amelia was finally put to bed. There, he told you about what happened in Amelia’s ballet classes that week and how the single mothers were more persistent than usual.

They could clearly see that Levi was not interested but apparently the fact that your husband waving his ring finger every single time someone approached him wasn’t obvious enough, apparently the fact that he was married made the risk even more worth it to these prying moms who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t until Amelia had enough and respectfully called them out by saying that his dad was married and he was never going to be interested in Karens (a slang word that she learned from Eren and friends) Since then, the invasion of parent to parent boundaries had finally stopped. Levi was very relieved and at ease whilst telling you the story yet you were laughing your heart out at the ingenious remarks of your very own daughter on top of the irresistible charm and looks of your own husband that made single mothers be damned. 

Rule #4: The most important rule of all: Love your spouse as you want your children to be loved in the future.

“Since my wife is on a business trip right now as I type this and she may or may not know that I had written this book for her to read when she comes home, my daughter came up to me a few days ago and told me how she missed her mom so much. The video calls we had every night were not enough to satisfy her for the remaining days her mother would be gone. She then proceeds to tell me that she loves the way I love (Y/N). My daughter loved how patient I was and how I supported her through every endeavor that her mother had ever thought up with that brilliant mind of hers. She mentioned how I was there for her through every success and failure, through hardships, difficulties and misunderstandings. My daughter was happy because I stuck with her mother through everything. All the pain, suffering, conflicts that we both experienced individually and as husband and wife. Little ears and little eyes are watching and observing the actions and sweet gestures of their parents. Make sure to remember that.”

“What is gravy (grief) if not love persevewing?” (persevering) My daughter had even recounted a quote from the Disney Marvel show, WandaVision just to prove a point to me. That was when I realized something and decided to list down a few things: 

1. The best lovers are the best of friends.

Levi’s relationship with you was rocky at first simply because the two of you didn’t have a lot in common. Your personalities clashed and the two of you could barely make things work in the beginning. He was always well-dressed, on time, and was very prim and proper. However, Levi was cold, strict, and unapproachable. You on the other-hand were quite the opposite. You used to arrive late, didn’t care too much about your style as long as you wore the appropriate outfit, but you were carefree, laidback and friendly. Having to set aside your differences was a process that required sacrifice, time, and effort. It took long and a lot of petty arguments before the two of you fully understood each other, accepted each other's faults and quirks, and became even closer. Both as friends and lovers. You and Levi treat each other not as just the “person I love and I’m married to for the rest of my life”, but also as a best friend for life. Soulmates

2. Their dreams are just as important as yours.

Levi’s dream was to open up a tea shop and start a family with you. That was all he ever wanted. The blissful simplicity of his in comparison to your techy and out of this world ambitions, goes to show how much they weigh as aspirations and wants in life. You have to value your significant other’s dreams and ambitions just as much as you highly value yours. No matter how hard or how simple they are, the both of you can achieve it with the help of each other. The only thing left in your agenda was to open up his long-awaited Tea Shop. You were about to surprise him with the plans of opening one up on the day of his birthday, and you just can’t wait for that day to finally come.

3. You have to let them be free.

Levi absolutely knew what he was getting into when he met you. It was love at first sight when he met you, He drunkenly admitted that one time when he’s had too much champagne on your friday date night. He knew that you were an adventurer. A wandering soul who had a goal and a purpose set in stone. He always knew you were going to reach greater heights and he knew that you would never leave him behind and would always have him go on a ride. He’s always known about your capabilities and your potential and he didn’t want you to stray away from that. And, if the time were to come that you had to leave him behind to soar greater heights, he’d understand that. He’d always let you be free and make sure you don’t fly too close to the sun. That was just how selfless Levi is. The thing is, he knows you would do the same for him. It was a perfect balance. 

4. It is an honor to love and to be loved by them.

To be wrapped in the arms of someone who feels like home or has become the definition of home, To be stargazing with on a chilly summer night in where you talk about your future and your plans, To be sharing a cup of coffee or tea with in the morning and begrudgingly dancing with you against his will, To be watching your child playing in her room and do nothing but look adoringly at the most precious soul to have ever been produced by your encompassing love, and to be spending the rest of your life with someone who has done nothing but be with you through every pivotal moment in your life was such an honor. 

It is an honor to be loved by Levi, as he is honored to be loved by you. 

“...The end.” You close the book with a deep but contented sigh. Tears were welling up in your eyes and you’re trying your best not to break down in front of Amelia. 

“Mommy… are you crying?” She tilts her head in inquiry. “Is it because you’re tired from work?”

“No. baby. These are happy tears, Lili. Don’t worry.”

Before you could speak up once more, you notice Levi had slowly sprung up from the couch, and began to stretch his arms. His eyes widen when he sees you from the opposite couch. “(Y/N)... you were supposed to arrive at 6 AM right? Amelia and I were supposed to pick you-”

Amelia opens her mouth to speak as she jumps down from the couch and crawls up to sit next to Levi. “Daddy! I showed Mommy the book you wrote! She loved it! Right, Mommy?”

“You did?” Your husband perks up from his seat, clearing his throat. “T-that’s not the entire book yet by the way. We had to give back the original copies to Erwin for reprinting. The self-help book is currently rising up the charts to be a New York Times Best Seller.” 

Before Levi could properly react, you move to the free space on the couch next to him. Holding his hand and gazing into his forlorn yet loving eyes, you muttered. “Love, that’s amazing. I’m really really proud of you. Next time though, please do tell me that you’ve written a self-help book and dethroned all those mommy authors from the bestselling charts.” 

Levi stifles a laugh, stroking your thumb and bringing you and Amelia closer to him for warmth. “I will. I will.” 

Amelia looks up at the two of you, squeezing out of the sandwich, so that you and Levi can have your quality time with each other. “Goodnight Mom! Goodnight Dad!” She approaches the two of you so that she can be given her nightly kiss on the cheek as she retreats to her room. 

“What if I write a novel too?” You joke, snuggling up to Levi, your husband wrapping his arm around you. “The title could be… The way of the Wife boss?” 

“That could be a good sequel. A shared book universe. Then, Amelia could continue the collection when we’re old and sour as hell.” Levi mused.

“Pfft. I guess only time will tell. I love you Levi.”

“I love you too (Y/N).”

[pinkmirth]

can i req some dad reiner fluff? i feel like he would have a lot of kids bc of the breeding kink 🥴 but yeah just some cute stuff pls thank uuuu!!

THE THOUGHT OF REINER BEING FATHER JUST DOES SOMETHING TO ME I- AJHSJS

THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, ANON!! LET'S GET CAUGHT UP IN THE REINER BRAINROT TOGETHER <3

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—DAD REINER!

 (MODERN AU + MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY + FEMALE BODIED READER + FLUFF + SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE + REINER BEING THE BEST DAD EVER DUH + TW: SLIGHT LANGUAGE)

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Dad Reiner who was such a hot mess moments before he became a father to begin with. The pair of you are situated inside a hospital room, occupied with things much bigger than a sprained ankle. He stood alongside you, his beloved, all the while; Encouraging your efforts and attempting to ease your pain with the squeeze of your hand within his bigger one. As fretful as he feels, it's no surprise that Reiner ends up passing out a good few times, and he wasn't even the one in labor. Though, the hard part is now over, and all his worry has subsided.

Dad Reiner who recalls whimpering, weakly grinning, and eventually bawling of joy when holding his child for the first time. You'd never seen his cries mingled with such joy before. He cradles yours and his newborn within firm forearms and large, mindful hands. The pair of you sob and smile, ogle your baby with a relieved, content thrum in your heart. You allow Reiner to attempt squeezing into the hospital bed beside you, as broad and weighty as he is, with your child being held right between you and him. He’s a hot mess, but an overjoyed one who has you; and little Reiner x [Y/N] junior 🥺

Dad Reiner who converses with you for days before ultimately deciding on a name for yours and his daughter— Joyce Braun. He contemplated on “Karina”, the name of his dear mother. Though, he wants his little girl to be better than any past generation, and rather goes with a more revitalizing name, one that holds a simple, but deep meaning in his perspective. As obvious as it sounds, the name means “Joyful”. That's all he wants; for his kid to be happy in this life, happier than he ever was. Therefore, he bases her name, the root of his dear child’s identity, on cheerfulness.

Dad Reiner who tends to grow somewhat frustrated. Not with you of course, not even with Joyce’s incessant wailing in the early hours of the morning, but with himself. It wasn't as though he did anything wrong, he simply hopes that he won't. Begs himself not to fuck up with this whole “Parent” thing. If it wasn’t clear enough, Reiner wants to be nothing like his own father. He’ll never, ever shoo his child away and disregard them, but instead use those same hands to hold, guide, and lift them up. It doesn't take long for the blonde to snap out of his funk, because he's sure that he can become all the better for the sake of his little family.

Dad Reiner who wakes to your still, ethereal-like form every morning, and it's enough to make his day. A kiss to your neck, a nibble along your earlobe, and a couple repetitive rubs to your waist and thighs are enough to stir you right awake. And if that isn't the case, then it's usually the other way around; You pressing soft, lengthy kisses to his sharp, attractive cheekbones. Despite who arises first, there’s always one thing that's bound to happen— Joyce making her arrival into the bedroom via crawl, with a babble and a cute, happy little shriek upon seeing her parents.

The pair of you have no clue as to how she manages to make her way over to your room every time, but you're simply glad that she does so safely. It's Reiner’s cue to leap out of bed and scoop her off of the carpet and into his awaiting arms, clad in nothing but a white tee and the baggiest sweats. He appears disheveled, but it's still clear to see the main striking similarity between him and his pretty little daughter; Those amber brown eyes that hold the same warm, yellowish hue as his do.

He rocks the giggling one-year old, back and forth and right back again, gazing upon his squirming bundle of joy until you mention that he’s been doing so for a whole ten minutes. He grows sheepish and merely chuckles in reply, resting Joyce’s head upon his firm chest with a sigh. He could do this for ten hours more if it were up to him.

Dad Reiner who knocked you up a couple more times, and real damn good at that. There’s something of a breeding fetish that he’s got on him, which is the reason why your little family is now two kids larger. There’s Joyce, who’s now seven years old, along with her two baby brothers, the pair being a mere one year apart from the other. You and Reiner no longer have to worry about checking on Joyce in her crib, for she sleeps on her own bed now, like the “big girl” she claims to be.

Though, the boys now have you both occupied, and you’re lucky to have an older daughter who’s so understanding and rarely ever  grows jealous. Joyce, your girl who’s on more of the rambunctious side but ironically never pleads for attention, has been spending much more quality time with Reiner. Both you and him are busy with the boys, but the blonde tends to have free time on his hands every now and then. Besides, someone’s got to keep Joyce company.

Reiner happily obliges, and makes this father-daughter time worthwhile. Wholesome picnics to the park that always end in races back to the car and Reiner being a damned klutz and dropping his sandwich. Having a “spa day”, filled with Reiner’s not-so-great attempts at doing his girl’s hair, messy manicures and a hefty bag of makeup that Joyce “borrowed” from you. He spoils the girl as if the lot of you are rich (and since Reiner’s always got a hefty load of spare cash, you technically are), but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dad Reiner who’s a lot more used to this “dad” thing now, since it’s been a couple good years down the line. You and him have amazing bonds with each of your kids, but they seem to latch onto Reiner’s large, broad body at any given time a lot more than they do you. Joyce is twelve, the brothers are five and six, and Reiner’s officially a DILF— The finest one at that. His stubble stays nicely trimmed, along with the subtle creases at his eyes becoming a little more distinctive. Goes to work, and sometimes takes the kid’s lunches instead of his own, because that's just the Reiner Way.

He’s the ultimate father in practically every situation, even when looking out for peers and comrades. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just that habits easily stick with Reiner, and it’s rather difficult for him to let them go. Besides, with three kids, how do you expect him to not be in “dad mode”?

Dad Reiner who utterly loves having random little talks with his kids, and never invalidates them, not for one second. It’s almost as though he can see things in their perspective, and they don’t know anyone else better to vent to other than their dad and mom. Though, when they tend to babble on about something that’s rather popular within their generation, it gets hard for him to catch up. They proceed to call him “old” and receive a good chase around the house before they get caught and looped into a tickle attack, and that's basically the worst thing imaginable if you’re in the Braun family. The reason being is Reiner’s unparalleled speed, despite his age; Thirties to early forties, but he’s still extremely fit, and has no problem running a mile if he has to.

Dad Reiner who’s in love with his family and the person they’ve gradually helped him become. You cherish him and your kids like none other, and he does the same. Sometimes it abruptly dawns on him; He’s a dad, and he’s actually a good one, who would’ve known? He smiles to himself, allowing his amber eyes to flit over to wherever you are before his soft grin grows wider. You look back, blow a kiss, and he does the same. The action is exchanged before he strides over to give you the real deal— Though, your sweet little peck is all cut short when Joyce and the boys skip in and start making kissy noises, with you and Reiner laughing all the while.

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“Papa,” Gale, the youngest son of the bunch, calls aloud and gains his father’s attention. Reiner peers up from his book and gives a brief, questioning response. “Yes, dove?” It’s a simple, sweet nickname; One that he calls you, Joyce, and the boys.

“Mommy’s in the bathroom crying.” The blonde drops his novel with an punctuating hitch of his breath, the book falling upon the couch with a dull thump. “—Why? Is she alright?” Reiner, the man who generally keeps himself rather poised, is now frantic, sharp brows downturned at his son's statement.

“Uh, I dunno. She’s crying, but smiling too.” This then causes Reiner’s brows to furrow. “Smiling, you say?”

“Yeah. Can we go out to get ice cream today? I wanna get, uh.. Chocolate chip, please!”

Reiner lets a brief laugh slip loose at Gale’s query, but he has to prioritize his wife over a summertime snack. He then begins to make a beeline towards the bathroom, in search of you. “Soon enough, dove. I’ve got to go up there and check on your momma first, alright—?”

Gale then shrugs and hops onto the couch, little feet padding along the spacey seat as the leather creases underneath his weight.

“By the way, Papa,” Reiner then pauses, open to any vital information his son could give, “she has this funny stick thingy in her hand. It’s got two little lines on it and stuff.”

Reiner chokes on his breath, lower lip beginning to tremble and quirk into a smile. If the case is what he thinks it is, he’s got all the reason to bust out with the teary eyes and jovial whimpers, just as he did when receiving the news of his three expected children in the past.

“A stick..?”

“Mhm,” hums Gale, proceeding to jump upon the dark brown couch, “Mama probably wants some chocolate chip ice cream too.”

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[finelinevogue]

could you write something about the readers parents not liking her and harry comforts her please

ok this is going to be quite sad and angsty so hold on tight!

Y/N was crying in her room. Again.

This was turning out to be a daily occurrence now. Wake up. Get shouted at. Go to school. Learn how to dissect a frog and master how to write the perfect essay. Come home. Get shouted at. Sleep. The weekends, she didn’t get all the good in-between stuff, it was just waking up to be shouted at.

For what? Well not even Y/N could answer that.

Her parents had despised her since the day she was born, or at least Y/N presumed. She was never allowed to go out without permission from her parents. She was not allowed to eat certain foods, because “she didn’t need to be any fatter”. She wasn’t supposed to wear anything inappropriate. She wasn’t allowed relationships. Although that last one, she cheated on.

Harry had been Y/Ns best friend all through high-school, until they reached college and Harry couldn’t wait any longer to make her officially his. He wanted her so badly. She was his best friend but he craved for more. It took Y/N a lot of persuading, but it was the best thing she’d ever done for herself. Harry was kind to her. He treated her with respect and love - something she’d never had from her parents.

Having a relationship whilst being instructed you weren’t allowed one, made things very difficult. Harry could only see Y/N when she allowed him to. After finishing chores she would tell her parents she was going to grab food or cleaning supplies from the grocery store, only to go and spend a few hours with Harry in his treehouse. She would always come back with a bag full of shopping and made sure she covered the hickeys on her neck well. It would be hard to explain their origin of those marks to her parents.

“Y/N!”

Her mum had never provided her with a nickname, only ever calling her by her proper name. Harry gave her nicknames and pet names galore; baby, honey, sweetheart, lovie, darling and petal to name but a few.

You had learnt that shouting back was “never okay” so you left your bedroom and walked down the stairs to find your mum, who’d just shouted for you.

“Yes mum?” You timidly asked, standing at the door with your fingers fiddling with each other.

Your mum turned and scoffed at the sight of you. “Oh Jesus Y/N! You look horrible. That dress is disgusting.” It just so happened to be your favourite dress - a simple, long - as necessary - white dress with pretty flowers embroidered in baby pink and blue across the skirt. It made you feel like a weightless princess. “Don’t you agree?” Your mum asked your dad.

“Oh yes. Too much fat showing.” Your dad lovingly commented back.

You looked down at yourself, thinking that maybe it was showing a bit too much skin and therefore showing off your fat. Harry always told you that you were completely beautiful - an angel - but it was hard to believe on days like this. You crossed your arms over your chest in discomfort. Speaking back would only make things worse, so you took the verbal abuse as it came.

“Now,” your mum sat up a bit more, “i’m finding it really hard to look at you right now, Y/N, because i’m hurt by you.” Tears, fake of course, were forming in her eyes.

“W-why?”

“Mrs Tucker said she saw you and a young boy kissing outside the grocery store the other night - the same night you said you were going to pick up cleaning supplies.” Your heart dropped to your feet, because it was true. You had been with Harry. You’d never thought about anyone catching you, mainly because you thought no one cared about you enough. Mrs Tucker does like a good gossip though, dammit.

“A boy Y/N!” Your dad shouted in reiteration, making you flinch to the noise.

“Now I told Mrs Tucker that was being silly. That lady will do anything for a natter.” You stilled, thinking you were off the hook, but you should ‘t have been so quick to let your guard down. “Until your dad and I followed you to the grocery store the next night, although we never reached the store did we Y/N? No we were outside a house instead.”

Oh no. You are so dead.

“A boys house, Y/N? You weren’t raised to be a whore.” Your dad spat at you, turning away from you as if the sight of you was disgusting.

“God knows who he is or what you’re doing with him, but it stops. Right now, today.” Your mum gritted through her teeth, obviously trying to keep her calm.

“But—”

“No!” You mum screamed. “I will not be seen as the mother of a daughter who sleeps with random boys, instead of studying and working hard for her family!”

This was so 1800s. This was your life.

You had actual tears forming in your eyes now, unlike those your mum bared. It was so silly that this was making you cry but you were so upset that they thought they could control your life this way. It was devastating.

“I-I.. I love him though.” You choked out between tiny sobs, “I love him.” You whispered - that having been the first time you’d told someone else other than Harry. It actually felt good. Relieving. To declare your love for Harry made the world feel possible.

“Love? You no nothing about love.” You dad rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“The only reason I don’t know about love is because I never got it from either of you.” You started to fight back. This was a battle you were determined to win. No more hiding behind a timid figure. You were willing to stand up for yourself - no one else was going to.

“Because there’s nothing to love about you!”

You didn’t recall who this came from, all you remember is your heart dropping below the floor and fleeing from the room. Fleeing from the house. Fleeing from a family who didn’t see you as anything but a human being. You weren’t a daughter to them. You were nothing. Your heart called elsewhere. It yearned for the person closest to you.

It wasn’t until you were met with Harry’s front door that you realised where you were and what had happened.

“Oh Y/N! Hi lov—” Anne greeted you, until she saw that you were crying heavily and your chest was rising rapidly. “Harry!” She shouted into the house, leaving you a brief moment to collapse onto the floor in front of you. You didn’t care for the pain that ran through your knees from the impact - only the pain in your heart from the break it had just suffered.

“Woah angel, hey, hey.” Harry was by your side within seconds, completely incasing his body around you. Your head laid buried against his warm chest and his arms hugged you close to him like never before. His smell was one of home. He encompassed you and made you feel safe and loved. You weren’t alone.

“I-i���m unloveable.”

“But I love you.” Harry whispered against your hair, warm air softly kissing your skin.

“Yes, but—”

“No, “but”. I love you, Y/N L/N, I really fucking do. You’re my other half, baby.” He kissed your forehead a few times, knowing that’s your second favourite place to be kissed. “Your parents don’t deserve you, they really don’t. They’re cruel and cold-hearted, but that doesn’t mean I am. I think you’re beautiful, clever and kind. I think you’re everything i could ever want. And I know that you can’t be unloveable, because i’m, so deeply, in love with you.”

Harry continued to rock you, as your cried into his chest. You’d never believed in yourself before meeting him and you never thought that he could be so genuine towards you. He couldn’t care less what your parents think, as long as he helped remind you that you’re none of what they think of you. You’re so much better than mindless words. You make you you, not your parents. Harry’s helped you discover who you are and who you want to be. Even though your miles from becoming who you want to be, and you have your setbacks, you’re proud of how far you’ve come.

You cried against his chest, until the pain softened and your could regain your breath again. You unburied yourself from his hold and looked up to him with love in your eyes.

“There’s my beautiful girl, looking like a princess in you pretty dress.” He smiled down at you, even though you knew you had puffy eyes, red cheeks and a snotty nose. He loved you and all your perfect imperfections.

“Thank you, H.” You said with a wobble to your lips, really meaning your words.

“I know, baby.”

“I really do love you too.” You made sure he knew. His heart fluttered a little faster over your words. He leaned down to kiss you gently, minding all the salty water and grimy snot that laid on your face. His kiss sent butterflies swarming through your stomach and a new type of red appeared on your cheeks.

“Waffles anyone?” Anne asked as she stood at the door, the smells of sweet honey and cream only hitting you now. It was that moment that you realised your heart had never belonged with your parents, your heart belonged here, with Harry. Forever and always.

[80s4life]

You Take Good Care Of Her Pt.1

Word Count: 1,416

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: The Expendables {1-3}

A/N: So this was one of my writings I have on my Wattpad, and decided to have it brought over here to Tumblr. This isn't my best work, but it's okay I guess.

Relationship: Lee Christmas x Reader 

Summary: Y/N and Barney Ross are half siblings. With their lives not being easy, the only people they had were each other, Barney raising her as his own.  But, that all changes when she decides to serve our country, earning many scars outsiders will never see.  When she returns however, she might actually get the happy ending Barney and her have always dreamed of.

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst

Masterlist The Expendables Masterlist Part Two

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For the next few years, with Barney's extensive training and knowledge with hand-to-hand combat, how to quick draw a weapon, and how to know how to use it, Y/N had become a strong woman.  Y/N never understood how or why he knew these things, but yet again, she never doubted her brother for a second.  Barney has always been there for her, as he was now, teaching her self defense in the best way possible.

After Y/N had graduated high school, she joined the army, starting out as a nurse but quickly changing ranking when a horrific war came in, needing her well hidden skills.  Barney was proud of his little Gumdrop, the nickname he had given her from the day she was born, but he would be lying if he didn't say he was the least bit nervous.  He knew she could handle herself, especially when Y/N had even made it a point in learning all different types of weapons, perfecting Barney's signature skills, and going way beyond anything either of them could imagine.  Barney was almost like a proud father.

To say that military didn't change a thing about a person would've been a full-faced lie.  It had made you hard, cold to the touch, maybe in the worst ways selfish, too.  Y/N was never one to put herself first, but in the military world, although you are all fighting alongside each other as a team, the main point was for you to take care of yourself and only focus on keeping yourself alive; no one else mattered on the battlefield.

Y/N had started to write a diary, trying to keep herself from driving off the deep end into insanity.  She was lonely, something that was expected in this way of life.  Battle was a different world, a separate one from the world of the more fortunate ones, the ones not in war.  Y/N had made a few friends, but as the wars raged on outside, they slowly died off, scaring her, and not wanting to have to hurt as much as she does because of how much she cares.

But after all, nothing is permanent.  No one stays forever, and that made Y/N miss her brother all the more.  As she writes in her diary, she also wrote letters home to Barney, those that could have a range of time before getting a response back.  After all, Barney was stuck on missions, making a group called the Expendables, and spending so much time up just to not be alone, worrying for his baby sister, and if she will actually come home alive.

After 10 years, Y/N was able to return home, different, but whole.  Barney, who had responded a few weeks before, had been the first to see her come down the escalator of the airport, more than ready to feel whole again, to have his family back.  When she had spotted him, she practically tackled anyone in her way, almost tripping down the steps to get to her brother.  With a lunge and a jump, she crushed her older brother in a rib shattering hug, tears of joy not only pouring out of her eyes, but his too, although he'd never admit to it.  Clearing his throat he said, "Let's get you home Gumdrop."

After loads of catching up, Barney told her there were people he wants her to meet, as he was going to show her what he had spent so much time training her for, to be one with the boys, the Expendables.  Barney had blabbed about what it is he had done on the ride before entering Tool's shop, which is what made Y/N so eager to meet the rest of the gang, knowing what and who they were before they even entered her life.

The first person she met was Tool, an older man with a rugged smile, warm eyes, streaked hair, and a creative eye for everything he sees.  Y/N enjoyed him and took a close liking to him immediately, becoming a weird yet funny father she never had.  She was caught up in a conversation with Tool, missing the warm smile her brother had as he watched his sister find someone so alike to her, talk to her, and share interests that normal fathers would, even if it wasn't by blood.  Then, multiple other men filled the room of Tool's tattoo shop, the smell of testosterone, grease, and smoke filling the room as the roaring of motorcycle engines came pouring in, soon shutting off.

Barney and Tool introduced Y/N to every person of the group before they all spread out and did their own thing.  Toll Road, one of the members, had talked to her, being kind and gentle, a total opposite of his professional career choice.  After that, Y/N had made her rounds, talking to everyone: Gunnar Jensen, quiet, handsome, tall, and quite funny.  Yin Yang, small, quick-witted, loyal, and very caring.  Hale Caesar, the most hilarious person Y/N had ever met, very playful, and a lot of fun to hang out with.  She had met everyone, except one; Lee Christmas.  

A few times during the night, their eyes had met, as if it were electric that made them shudder and stare on many occasions.  But, although many looks were made, he had made it his duty to avoid her like the plague.  "But why?" was a constant thought that crossed her mind.

As time passed, Y/N had become just one of the guys, squeezing her tiny self into the little family they had all made.  Tool had given her her own specialty Expendables tattoo to make it official too.  Decorating it with vines and flowers, "Matching your personality," Tool would tell her, "Beautiful and delicate alongside other flowers in a bundle, yet hard and piercing when messed with by the wrong hands."  Y/N enjoyed her tattoo all the much more, taking his words to heart and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.  She never realized the eyes that watched her so calmly from afar though.

What Y/N didn't know was how Lee actually felt, and that was a charge he knew was on him.  It never stopped him from getting jealous though, stiffening as he watched her every moves.  He had fallen for her soft Y/E/C eyes, and Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair that only she could make beautiful the second he met her.  He would talk to her every now and then, but always kept his distance, knowing exactly who she belonged to.  Barney would have his ass hit by a train if he ever touched her, and that was because she had gone through so much already, Barney not wanting anymore pain in her life.

Despite his attempts, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to resist her, and for that, he didn't care what he had to go through, he was going to have her. Because she was his, and he was hers, no matter who knew.

To be continued...