#but it’s serious to me sometimes. on occasion. i must admit

[emilinqa]

decided to forego shame. they’re serious to me sometimes

[hannieehaee]

raindrops (an angel cried) (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: being assigned watching duties over humans was usually a task reserved for high level angels. on jeonghan's first week of promotion, he finds himself far too curious about licentious human activities, becoming infatuated with his assigned human. what happens when his interest goes too far, it gets him kicked out of heaven?

content: fallenangel!jeonghan, jeonghan is your guardian angel up until he gets kicked out of heaven oops, infatuation, inexperienced jeonghan, even as an angel he's still a menace to all, heaven is super strict, afab reader, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of masturbation, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 936 (teaser); 11.1k (full fic)

release date: may 17th

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a/n: angel!jeonghan was a must so here it is

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"Who is that?", asked Jeonghan, apprehension in his eyes.

"That's your human."

"My human? I'm getting a promotion?"

"Listen, Jeonghan. I had to call in a lot of favors to get the higher ups to let you get this promotion. You better follow the rules to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Kwannie, I know," he rolled his eyes, "Why do you have so little trust in me?"

"I'm serious, Jeonghan. If you keep messing up, you might get kicked out of heaven. Do you really want to be down there with the humans? Being a mortal?"

Jeonghan couldn't help but think the idea sounded enticing.

He hadn't had too much exposure to humans thus far, but he had always had great interest in them. They just sounded so free and different from one another, unlike in heaven, where specific behavior was to be expected from every working angel.

Within heaven, you were either born as an elite sort of angel, – with all their angelic duties assigned – or you were born human and then admitted into heaven as an angel, getting to enjoy eternal happiness with your loved ones. Jeonghan, sadly, was the former. Having been born into an angel position, it meant that although his life was not miserable by any means, it was just a closed box of responsibilities to fulfill until the end of eternity. He truly envied all the humans-turned-angels in heaven, often asking them about their memories as humans and trying to live vicariously through them.

Due to his constant curiosity of humans, Jeonghan often got in trouble as he stuck his nose in places it shouldn't be. As an angelic being, Jeonghan's duties as an angel were mostly clerical, managing which human each angel would be assigned to as a guardian angel. Ever since being born as an angelic entity, Jeonghan's dream had been to be promoted into a guardian angel position. In his current job, the most interaction with humans he ever got was the ability to see a quick overview of their timelines in order to assess which guardian angel would be the best fit for them. His job was comfortable and stable, never causing him any trouble. But he wanted more. He wanted to be down there, on the playing field as he watched over his own human.

So he would cheat occasionally, maybe snooping into human's lives for more than he was allowed to. Sometimes he'd pause on certain bits that drew a little curiosity and simply observe. He'd also on occasion tried to make his way down to Earth, only to check things out on his own. All his attempts were always met with reprimands from his higher ups, claiming that a soul as curious as his own should not be near humans. The existence of angels was meant to stay a myth, after all.

When Seungkwan took him into one of the offices designated for guardian angels, Jeonghan had been shocked. He had been banned from being brought here a few years back, so it was a very well appreciated change of pace for him. What was even more shocking, however, was when Seungkwan led him into one of the sphere rooms, which contained a view of any and every human in existence in real time. The most shocking thing, though? The pretty girl reflecting on the globe, very deep in slumber as Seungkwan revealed Jeonghan's promotion.

"Her old guardian angel retired. Chose to move to the land of humans-turned-angels. Angel Jihoon was simply going to ask you to assign her a new angel, but I put in a good word for you, so he gave you the job. Don't fuck it up, Jeonghan. Do you understand?", his friend was quite stern as he warned him.

"Big words for an angel."

"Don't go puritanical on me, Jeonghan. Your behavior in Heaven doesn't matter. It's when you meddle with humans that you'll get in trouble. Just ... Please follow the rules and don't step out of line."

Seungkwan was right. From all the accounts he heard from angels who had died and gone to heaven, Heaven and Earth were quite similar. People held jobs, lived a day to day life, had relationships. There were a few stark differences, though. There was no suffering in Heaven – no illness, no tiredness, no debilitating feelings. Sure, frustration and annoyance were a thing (God knew Jeonghan had felt those things), but it was virtually impossible to be truly unhappy in Heaven.

Jeonghan had no problem with Heaven, he was just far too curious about humans to stay still and do nothing. He was not allowed to admit it, but he had always wanted to know what it'd be like to be human. To live through pain, struggle, confusion. He just wanted to experience it all.

Angels had no needs in heaven. Hunger didn't exist, neither did aging or an itch to do or feel things humans usually engaged in. For instance, while Jeonghan had heard of sex and romantic relationships, this was something that angels did not have the innate desire to feel, as they were born fulfilled in every sense. Human-born angels, however, brought their humanly experiences and emotions along with them to heaven, sometimes telling tales of such things, always drawing Jeonghan's curiosity to new heights.

Looking at you through the sphere, Jeonghan felt excitement at thinking of what humanly emotions you may be feeling. He also felt giddy at knowing that you would one day come to pass onto his heavenly realm, where he would meet you after having known you for the entirety of your lifetime.

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[teapartyprincess4two]

nick x yapper!bsf!reader is a must

Talkative- N. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x BestFriend!Nick

classification: platonic SFW head cannons

warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing (bitch is said too many times)

inspiration: request^^

summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!

Talkative- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

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☆SFW

Nick loves to talk, everyone knows this to be a true fact. No one has been able to keep up with his talkative persona, but when he met you, he met his match.

☆ You have a habit of barging into Nick’s room unannounced with your phone in hand, a bag of snacks in the other.

☆ “BITCH, YOU WON’T GUESS WHAT I JUST HEARD!” you announce, throwing yourself on the bed next to Nick.

☆ Nick rolls his eyes but despite your rude intrusion, he can’t even be mad. He’s desperate for the gossip, “I’m not guessing, just tell me.”

☆ “Actually… wait, let me guess.”

☆ You love teasing Nick about how handsome his brothers are. You don’t even have a real crush on either of them, it’s just fun to watch his reactions.

☆ A straw rests in your mouth, your eyes trained on the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen across the food court. You’re practically drooling.

☆ “Girl, what the fuck are you looking at?” Nick asks, following your gaze.

☆ “Oh just the sexiest man I’ve ever seen… well, after Matt of course,” you reply, a sly smirk on your face.

☆ Nick doesn’t respond, eyes squinting in annoyance.

☆ “Chris can get it too with that long, sexy hair. Oh, and Matt with his tattoos. I swear if they weren’t your broth—”

☆ Nick cuts you off before you can finish, ���BITCH, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” You burst out in laughter.

☆ You’re the only person, other than Matt and Chris, that can make Nick completely crack up with your witty jokes.

☆ “Holy shit, you’re actually insane,” Nick wheezes, wiping the tears.

☆ He’s clutching his sides, the laughter overtaking him completely.

☆ Your entire friendship is full of love, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not ready to playfully roast each other.

☆ When the roast is especially true, he shoots you a middle finger.

☆ “Fuck you,” he laughs, never taking anything you say too seriously.

☆ Sometimes you say things that Nick completely disagrees with, but he never shuts you down because he loves a good debate.

☆ “Nick, that’s literally wrong! How would the chicken come before the egg?!” you exclaim.

☆ “Where would the egg come from without the chicken?!” he’s getting excited, scooting closer as the debate progresses.

☆ “You’re so wrong, dude. Just admit it.”

☆ “IT’S LITERALLY THE EGG!”

☆ On the rare occasion that you two are fighting, he’s not in the mood to hear anything unless it’s an apology.

☆ His fingers are pinched together, the pinkie and pointer finger straight up in the air. “Quiet coyote, Y/n. Quiet coyote.”

☆ “Boy, shut the fuck up,” you laugh, shoving his hand away.

☆ He eventually gives in, rolling his eyes and preparing to listen to your rants.

☆ When you’re hanging out with a group of friends, it quickly turns into you and Nick talking over each other to tell a story.

☆ “Nick, shut up! Let Y/n speak!” Matt shouts, becoming tired of the constant interruptions.

☆ Nick pauses completely, side eyeing Matt in annoyance. You stop talking too because it’s not as fun without Nick’s energy to bounce off of.

☆ The two of you stay awake past midnight almost every night, your phones illuminating your faces as the FaceTime call enters the fourth hour.

☆ It’s just you two in your own rooms giggling and whispering through the phone.

☆ Eventually, when one of you gets tired, the other has to pull a conversation topic from the depths of your mind to keep the other awake.

☆ “You did not just say that,” you gasp, in shock at Nick’s statement.

☆ “Bruh, what you just said was worse,” he replies, a dumbfounded look on his face as he point to you with his hand.

☆ “Oh true.”

☆ You’re constantly interrupting him to take pictures for social media photo dumps. Whether it be off guards or full on photo shoots.

☆ “WAIT SHUSH! POSE FOR THE PICTURE!” you exclaim. Nick rolls his eyes, pausing mid yap sesh.

☆ Nevertheless, he puts on a smile and poses.

☆ “Let me see,” Nick yanks the phone, examining the pictures. If he doesn’t like it, he simply hands the phone back to you and poses again.

☆ Just like everyone else, the two of you have bad days sometimes.

☆ “Hey…” his voice is quiet, his head peering through your cracked bedroom door.

☆ You’re curled up under the covers, small sniffles escaping every so often.

☆ “How are you, bae?” Nick asks, throwing in a corny nickname to make you laugh.

☆ Your response is sarcastic, “Never been better.”

☆ “Bitch, fuck you,” he chuckles, but there’s no true anger in his voice. He kicks his shoes off and joins you under the covers, ready to listen to you recount your day and your troubles.

☆ Nick is ready to defend you no matter what.

☆ If he ever hears anyone talking badly about you, or even mention your name, he’s interjecting the conversation.

☆ Sometimes he doesn’t even know the previous context, but he’s ready to fight whoever is talking shit.

☆ Nick never turns down the chance to talk, even if he’s really busy.

☆ “I can call back if you’re busy.”

☆ “No, bitch! Tell me!”

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MASTERLIST

A/n: this is short, mostly bc it doesn’t have a NSFW section like my other head cannon posts (for obvious reasons). But I hope you still like it!

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[lucvly]

hi, how are you doing ? i was wondering if can you do christmas head canons with matt ?

— christmas headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: just fluff & a slightly suggestive one if you squint.

a/n: hii omg ?? is this Thing on ?? 🎤

— leaves the christmas lights up till january type of person. either a) he’s too lazy to take the decorations down, or b) he just wants you to help him take them down so he avoids it until you bring up the idea of helping him LMAO.

— this man knows how to wrap presents mhm. he’d a hundred percent do that stupid ass trend that’s like “wrapping gifts as something not even remotely close”.

— LOOOVES baking cookies with you aww. he doesn’t even like the baking process itself he just likes the decorating part.

— his presents are definitely well thought out. you offhandedly said you wanted a certain something five months ago? best believe he bought it for you for christmas.

— every single present he gives you includes a handwritten love letter. you love it because it’s always at least three pages long and it’s so cute :(.

— he’s such an attentive boyfriend i’m melting ugh. always has a spare jacket for you in the backseat of his car. he’ll say nick or chris left it there for some reason which is most definitely not true, he keeps it there especially for you just in case you get too cold.

— he doesn’t really like visiting malls on christmas because of the crowds but if you wanna go for some reason he’s absolutely following you around.

— he tries to be secretive with gifts but ends up being a major fail LMFAOO you’ve found out what your presents are on multiple occasions. one time he just left them in the car accidentally and you saw them before he could even do anything about it.

— which leads me to my next point, you and chris have an unspoken secret agreement to tell each other what matters got you for christmas. you tell him his present and he’ll tell you yours.

— this went on for a while before matt actually found out and all hell broke loose Oops.

— a perfectionist when it comes down to gingerbread houses. he eventually gives up though when some of the pieces don’t stick together.

— matching ugly sweaters are a must, duh. sometimes it’ll deadass just be mid june and you’ll catch him wearing one of the matching sweaters. it’s so funny but unironically he loves them, he can’t even figure iut why, he just does.

— he gets chapped lips during winter SORRY !! so you’re absolutely gonna catch him with cherry flavored chapstick and he doesn’t gaf. ( taste tests in the car <3333 )

— he’ll never admit it but he Loves christmas scented candles. he acts like the smell is way too strong or something but light one of those snickerdoodle scented candles and he’s Melting.

— lots of christmas themed pick up lines. deadass texts you in the middle of the night just to be like “can i take your picture? i gotta show santa what i want for christmas.”

— his favorite part of winter is the fact that he gets to spend most of his time cuddled up with you under a fuzzy blanket watching movies.

— expect tons of late night drives with him. he loves seeing how people decorate their houses, and for some reason he loves late night talks with you with soft christmas music playing in the background.

— he would be so serious about kids and santa. i feel like chris would be the type of guy to tell kids santa isn’t real but matt would get so pissed, literally raging.

— gets the worst case of sweet tooth during christmas. cookies, cakes, literally anything sweet idc.

— due to that, he’d a hundred percent get sick during the holidays LMFAOO (constant stomachaches because of the amount of sweets he’s had.)

— he’s definitely very considerate as to who you wanna spend your christmas with. he’s thrilled when you wanna spend christmas with him, his brothers and the rest of his family but he also understands that you wanna spend holidays with your family.

— to get to a fair arrangement, you both agree on: one year celebrating with your family, and another year you celebrate with his.

— though when you celebrate with your family, matt, chris and nick end up crashing at, like, the middle of the night HELLO??

— he loves showing you off and posting with you during the holidays. posting your matching outfits, posting vlogs / videos and hauls of what you got for christmas. it’s soo cute.

[purplebass]

Deal With It - Thomastair

Hey all :) this is the third Thomastair story featured in my collection of self-indulgent fics. This is also set post CoT, and Thomas and Alastair have to dog sit Oscar for a few days. I wanted to write this for Alastember @alastair-appreciation-month because last time I posted my fic, I forgot to tag the blog 😅

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“Remind me again why we agreed to this.”

Alastair frowned at the big golden beast flanking his left side. To his annoyance, it was walking between him and Thomas, and wagging its tail. 

He had to admit Oscar had an air of elegance about him. Sometimes, it even reminded Alastair of his owner. But the graceful dog was still splashing muddy water all over the bottom of his pants and polished shoes, and it irritated him. He couldn’t blame the retriever, though. It rained cats and dogs the night before, and Hyde Park bore the signs of the downpour even worse than the city streets. He will have to deal with it.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Because we are good friends,” he answered with a smile, but Alastair scoffed. 

“He asked us just to spite me,” Alastair said, pretending to be bothered. “He probably hopes his dog will make a mess of our house and aggravate my mood.”  

Thomas could tell he wasn’t being serious, but he still nodded. Alastair knew that Oscar was a great and quiet dog. “That’s definitely why he asked us to keep Oscar for a few days, definitely,” he said. “He couldn’t take him to the salon shows in Paris. Animals are not allowed.”

“Why should he go to Paris to get clothes? There are competent tailors in London,” he looked down at his dark clothes as if that was the answer. He tried not to linger on his ruined pants. 

“True, but you know Matthew,” Thomas argued, stopping abruptly when a dog appeared out of nowhere and came closer to Oscar to sniff him. “He only wants the best and the finest. London is boring when it comes to fashion. Look at us.”

“Speak for yourself, Tom,” Alastair raised an eyebrow, teasing him. “I like my blacks. Black is an elegant color and it suits any occasion. And it is the shadowhunters’ favorite color. Even Fairchild must wear black when he goes to patrol.”

“And he hates wearing it,” he replied knowingly, and Alastair was amused. Thomas shook his head and decided to sit on a bench that was luckily dry. “What do you say, Oscar? Is your owner grumpy when he has to wear black?” Oscar looked at Thomas after hearing its name, and then sat down on the ground. “I believe we should unhook his leash,” Thomas proposed. “He may want to socialize with other dogs.”

“What if he runs away and we have to run after him?” 

“Are you worried about Matthew’s dog now?”

“I’m just worried about doing a sprint on an empty stomach to go after an animal,” Alastair defended, not being completely honest. He would go after Oscar for sure.

Thomas frowned at his boyfriend. “I doubt he will escape, but in case he does, I will run after him. Do not worry,” he patted his arm lightly. “Alright, Oscar,” he conceded, and unhooked the leash. The dog, realizing he was free, stood up from the ground and walked to the patch of green in front of them. “It is time for you to sniff some grass or some other dog’s back,” Thomas finished, as Oscar started familiarizing with a small poodle.

Alastair chuckled, and Thomas did the same. “I don’t know why, but it amuses me how dogs can be so unrespectful when it comes to invading other dogs’ space. I wonder if he asked the other dog if he could sniff the backside. What an ungentlemanly thing to do. They also trust anyone who gives them a treat.”

“May I remind you that he is a dog,” Thomas objected with a giggle. “That is how it works for him. He gets acquainted with other dogs by smelling them.”

“Imagine if people had to do that to get acquainted with other people,” he considered, then shook his head in distaste. “I’m thankful it doesn’t work like that for people. I would be uncomfortable approaching someone like that.”

“Your approach is more cat-like,” Thomas asserted thoughtfully, and Alastair turned to gaze at him, his interest piqued. “You need to trust and feel safe with the other person before you rub yourself against them or touch their nose gently, or purr –”

“We are in a public place, Tom,” Alastair’s ears turned crimson and he looked around to see if someone overheard them. 

“I don’t think I said anything inappropriate,” Thomas tilted his head on the side. “I was talking about a cat's body language.”

Alastair was about to answer when a man dressed in a maroon suit approached them. “Excuse me, sirs,” he said. “Is that handsome golden retriever yours?”

“It isn’t –” Alastair began. 

“It is,” Thomas corrected him. “Did Oscar do something wrong?”

“Oh no, absolutely not,” the man grinned. “I was admiring the big guy. He has charisma and I can tell from here that his fur is beautiful.”

“Yes, I guess,” Thomas replied, managing a smile. 

“I was wondering if I could take a photograph of him with you,” he said. “My editor is going to publish a book about dogs and their owners. We will also feature their stories.”

Alastair noticed he had a brownie camera in his hands. He exchanged a glance with Thomas. “How do you feel about it?” 

“I say yes,” he agreed with a soft smile. “You?”

“Let’s do it,” he nodded. “Oscar, come here!” To his surprise, he didn’t have to call the dog twice.

“We look so good,” Alastair commented a few weeks later, when they picked up the photographs from the studio. “I wonder how long it will take for the book to come out. Probably a year.”

“What, now you’re curious? I thought you didn’t care about dogs.”

“I never said that,” he shrugged. “I just prefer cats, that is all.”

Thomas muttered a mmmh. “Oscar is such a good model,” he said. “Do you plan on giving this to Math?” he wondered, showing the single photo featuring only Oscar.

“We have a photograph with Oscar,” he replied. “He can have the other one if he wants, unless you want to keep it?”

“I bet Matthew will be happy to have Oscar’s photo,” Thomas said. “We have our own photo with the dog and we also have our portrait sans dog.”

Alastair frowned, a little surprised and curious. “Do we?”

Thomas smirked, producing an envelope from the inside of his jacket and offering it to him. “Here.”

“Oh,” he breathed, his heart beating loudly in his chest when he took the photo from the envelope and saw it was them sitting on the bench in Hyde Park where the man had taken Oscar’s portrait. Thomas’ arm was lying casually on the back of the bench. He remembered his fingers touching his back, but he didn’t give it much thought. “I didn’t realize he was taking a photograph. I thought he was just taking his sweet time to kidnap the dog.”

“I asked him to take a photo of us before he told us to sit down,” Thomas admitted. “It came out so well and he developed it in time for today. We look –”

“So much in love.”

“Yes, we are,” he grinned at his partner, a finger caressing his dark cheek gently. “Happy birthday, hamsar-am.”

“You remembered,” Alastair answered with a kiss.

“How could I forget? You deserve a treat,” Thomas whispered.

“I will treasure this in my purse,” Alastair confessed. “And do stop using the dog vocabulary. This is not a treat. This is the entire bowl of food.”

“I thought it would be better if we bought a wooden frame and hung it somewhere?”

“No,” he said, pocketing the photo inside of his shirt pocket. “I want to keep it with me at all times, Tom. Deal with it.”

*

Brownie cameras were portable cameras that were released by Kodak starting 1900. They were released so that the wider public could take photographs. You had to take the film to the shop where you bought it and your photographs would be developed in a few days :) quite like the cameras with film that were still around 20 years or so (if you lived in the mid-90's you know what I mean).

Alastair is obviously joking about Matthew! His remarks are meant to be funny. I absolutely think he and Matthew aren't tight friends but they are friends.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

All your NSFW alphabets are so good! Would you please write one for Karube ?

(Yall horny… but thats okay me too :‘D)

Thank you <3 I must admit that I usually don’t write about Karube since he had a girlfriend in the real world but I’ll try my best. This alphabet may be not as detailed as the others. Like I said, Karube isn’t really the type of character I would write about. - As always: english isn‘t my first language blah blah feel free to correct mistakes blah blah

Nsfw-Alphabet

• Characters: Daikichi Karube, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: explicit content

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Aftercare: (What they’re like after sex)

He needs a moment until his brain starts working again but as soon this is the case he’ll light himself a cigarette and asks you if you need anything. Lot’s of cuddles after he smoked.

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

Adores your ass. Will grab it at any occasion possible.

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

Likes to cum on your stomach or your back.

Dirty Secret: (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Can’t think of any.


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

I think Karube had a lot of one night stands before, so he’s pretty experienced.

Favorite Position: (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy and cowgirl. Likes both equally.

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

He’s this kind of goofy that makes you stop worrying during sex.

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

Tries to keep it trimmed at least.

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

He can be romantic but he can also be very dirty.

Jack Off: (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off rather often.

Kink: (One or more of their kinks)

Has a praise kink.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The shower. But would fuck you anywhere else too.

Motivation: (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you act innocent while obviously trying to turn him on.

NO: (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Choke you. He’s worried to do it wrong and that he might hurt you.

Oral: (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving but has no problem with giving.

Pace: (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast but sensual.

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

Usually down for a quickie.

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

Absolutely.

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

It’ll take a while until he gets tired.

Toy: (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any but if you suggest it or even own one he will gladly use it on you.

Unfair: (how much they like to tease)

He’s always teasing you at least a little bit.

Volume: (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He moans rarely. It’s more panting and heavy breathing.

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

Thought about having a threesome but he’s afraid to ask because he doesn’t want to give you the feeling that you’re not enough or something (because you are more than enough).

X-Ray: (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Above average size.


Yearning: (How high is their sex drive?)

It isn’t insanely high but you can definitely say he really likes having sex with you.


Zzz..: (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Sometimes fast, sometimes it takes a while.

[annoying-probably]

Akitouya is the definition of homiesexuals (and more, but sad).

That's my hook line for the start of the post anyways to go into more depth; you can really read them as both being horrificly in love and held back by something or another, a thin veil of friendship. Now, this is not only 5am posting, but also, my opinion. You can read them however you want to. Will they ever be canon? God knows! I am a little to autistic to understand if I am reading something as coding or if it is even there at all yk? No matter what. Whatever. This could also go over anhane but "I'm going on a date with Kohane!" An shiraishi is definitely read far less as coding at this point, honestly.

Anyways.

They do everything normal friends would, they look out for each other, protect each other from their fears, sit next to each other and always seem to understand each other. But there's extra steps to it. It's never just "I want to be friends forever." It's "I want to be by your side forever." VBS' in general theme is partnership, not best friendship. There's a deeper connection flowing under the surface. It's almost telekinetic at points- we can see from card stories, the pre main story ones, Akito says he can't understand Touya's face, and sometime after the main story, he can "understand that stoic face of yours." /Parap. Something that most other people struggle with, with Touya. For one example.

Now, I could debate until the heat death of the universe that they're coded or they aren't- that's anyone's game. I'm not here to force you to think they're a couple. Just they have a bond far deeper than just classic best buddies.

Some would say till death do they part.

Tw! This part will deal with themes of suicide and ideation of such.

Nothing you wouldn't see outside the game.

I'll admit, I haven't read walk on and on or find a way out. I do know the songs pretty well! Infact I haven't done a suspended animation analysis because it seems so cut and dry. Even in the names of the events, find a way out of what? Pointlessness? Walk on and on can be either way. Walking on and on forever because Touya's a little fruity, wanting to be beside Akito forever, or just feeling like everyday is just walking on and on.

The songs aren't a very different story. Utsuro wo aogu, a song about staring into the face of the "void" and smiling. Walking beside it and becoming one with it on occasion. It's as obvious "wanting to disappear" from niigo. But he smiles, because Touya is used to the void, and accepts it as a part of life, of him. Ideally living alongside it. Suspended animation.. well it's all in lyrics itself. It doesn't stop there, though. Ghost city Tokyo, Airhead, au no beats. Probably more I'm missing. Different songs about accepting death, or accepting the idea of suicide. Ghost city Tokyo, specifically, can be read thematically similar to utsuro wo aogu, accepting the idea of living because you've got someone beside you. Aun no beats about not accepting someone's gone. The writers wouldn't pick the songs for no reason, obviously.

They're really both unstable, but stay stable by being together, the others sense of reason. They're guiding the world together, fighting the same struggles separately, but bearing the pain of it together. It's really sweet yet sad, to me. When they fight, the few times we see, you can see how much different they are. That's also from the added stress of the situations, too. I must stress, you shouldn't live for another person- only yourself. But this is obviously the dynamic these two very mentally ill teens have built their trust on- that no matter what, it's them against the world.

I'd even say you can see this sort of gentle pushing in their everyday life, they're guiding each other through teasing and such. Touya is the one who makes Akito study and do homework, out right bullying him into doing it (exaggerating, he does seem way more serious when it comes down to it, though. Kohane sbd 3* SS2?? I think?). They poke at each other to get better, by relying and climbing off each others good points to get better. They hold each other to the exact standard they hold themselves, but, atleast earlier in the story, always held their partner to some unachievable, perfect standard. Now, they're side-by-side, in some 3-legged-race against everyone else. ( This isn't exclusive to them!!!! Antouya and Akikoha and Akian have similar versions of this dynamic, but slightly different. Like akian being more teasing and competitive to grow, antouya being like a supportive pair of siblings who hype each other up, etc etc.)

They're constantly described as being conjoined at the hip, which we even see in cards and animations; they.. really are. In every singular way. Their songs all have sad meanings, it's as if they will follow each other everywhere, no matter what. Which is a disturbing thought with their mental states!! ( I do not believe any of them are okay after Gekokujo, even if they say they are,, ). Id expect to see some big breakdown from one of them, since An just had one, and some big group cry, or something similar or Kohane getting her big leader moment where she pulls them all together. Now they get more hips to be attached with!! They're all close and besties, Akty just had way more time to work on their bond. Almost 4 years in canon!!!! Only a few major arguments and close fun years of healing, fighting the world together. It's time they opened up their views too :) but I doubt they'll get quite the same dynamic with anyone else. They just have that spark that can't be replicated.

Does this rant mean anything? I don't know! Wanted to write something for akty week and saw I had this WIP, so finished it up. Might do a hc post soon :))

[lisasimons65]

SPANKING MEMORIES

A Spanked Wife

 I can honestly say regular spankings are an important part of being a woman. It grounds me. It helps me be the woman I wish to be. Regular spankings keep me in line, punishment spankings pull me back into line when I stray. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Growing up, my folks spanked me. Mainly my mom, especially once in my teen years. My babysitter spanked me all the time, though I think she looked for reasons and I kinda like it, so I didn’t complain and she never told me Mom, as I would have gotten a second, much firmer spanking. I was always spanked naked from the waist down. I went to a catholic school where spankings were common. These were mostly over my panties, but on occasion these to came down and Church where they were a weekly ritual, always on the bare. Thankfully, there have only ever been girls present, not including the spanker, as sometimes that was a man, especially in church where it was usually the Pastor or the Pastor’s wife who spanked us. I met my husband at church.

 We dated and once we were engaged, my Mom made it very clear to him that she expected him to take over my discipline once we were married. That was an embarrassing conversation, I can tell you. I am not sure though, whether my boyfriend or I were the most embarrassed.

We spoke about it afterwards and I told him about my spankings and admitted I was still spanked by my Mom and that she was serious about her wishes.

My husband spanked me from the very first day of our marriage with his hand and a hairbrush my mom had given to us as a wedding present. After I removed by wedding dress, I stood in the middle of the room in my wedding lingerie finery as my husband removed his jacket and his tie. Mom’s present was marked Open on your wedding night. Inside was the hairbrush. He placed the chair from the desk in the middle of the room, took the seat, and guided me over his lap. It was a memorable spanking because he was so nervous he was barely tapping by butt. I had to tell him to spank me harder and harder still. I think it must have lasted thirty minutes, maybe more, which is a long time for a spanking, but eventually he got the confidence that I really wanted it and I got it.

He has continued with my discipline ever since. Next month we will have been married for 23yrs.

[cower-before-power]

Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel....cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

“You’re upset with me,” he says, and you finally turn to face him. He’s out of his uniform and only in a pair of dark sweatpants; your favourite look. You have a strong urge to run to him and bury yourself in his chest. You stay put.

“No not at you, per say,” you run your hands through your hair, taking out the style you’d coaxed it into earlier. “Just at life, I guess. Things are always crazy around here, but they seem to be getting even wilder and it just makes it even harder for us to spend quality time together.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

You sigh, tugging at the straps of your dress. “I know, I know. I’m just in a mood today, I guess. I was really looking forward to going out, and when you texted me, I just felt, I don’t know, shuffled aside.”

He stays quiet, face unreadable. It’s unusual and quite frankly rather unsettling. You feel guilt suddenly bubble hotly in your stomach.

“I mean, it’s fine! What you were doing was very important! Yuuji needs all the training he can get, poor boy. Plus, Megumi and Nobara miss you, they’ve noticed you haven’t been around a lot and they probably just wanted to see you be proud of them, even if they’ll never admit it. I’m being silly, I mean, who cares if we missed the reservation, the students and their training is definitely more important than going out with me-“

Your words die on your lips as you find yourself suddenly pressed flush against the chest you were just admiring moments earlier. You blink and gasp-bright blue eyes are staring intently down into yours. It always stuns you momentarily to see them. They are like sapphires; not only beautiful in shine and hue, but rare and precious. They only show up when he’s feeling particularly loving and mushy, or the very limited occasions when he gets serious.

You have a feeling it’s the latter.

“What have I told you about being too kind, angel?” He scolds you, shaking his head as he cups your face in his large, warm hands. “Just come out and say I’m the asshole here.”

“But-“

“Hush now,” his voice grows stern, the tone he uses when he’s got you at his mercy. You obey on instinct, snapping your lips shut. “I shouldn’t have stayed so long at school, and I definitely shouldn’t have assumed that cancelling would be okay without asking. I’ve never, ever wanted you to feel like you’re playing second string, and I’ve gone and done just that.”

You frown. “I don’t feel like that all the time, please don’t think I-“

“Once is one time too many,” he interrupts. His fingers smooth over your skin, stroking the frown from your face. “I clearly fucked up. I let my angel, my reason to live, my sweet darling thief who stole my heart, down.”

(You feel warm. So he is feeling mushy as well as serious.)

He replaces his fingers with his lips, featherlight brushes over your skin that make your knees begin to wobble. “It’s okay,” you breathe, eyes slipping shut so he can kiss your eyelids gently. “You didn’t mean to.”

He laughs. “Sweetness, you are shit at being mad at someone. This is the part where you call me a prick and make me grovel for forgiveness.”

“You’ve never groveled in your life,” you hum. The irritation you’d been feeling earlier is melting away under his gentle ministrations. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He sometimes forgets the two of you didn’t always operate on the same wavelength. He sometimes forgets that everyone didn’t operate on his wavelength.

“Another exception I’d make for you,” he nibbles at your bottom lip, and you can’t help but chase him, trying to catch him in a proper kiss. He just laughs and sweeps a thumb over where he’s just nipped. “I’ll even get on my knees.”

The image of the worlds most powerful shaman on his knees before you sends a shiver up your spine. And the perceptive bastard doesn’t miss it. He pulls away, peeling himself from your body with a sticky slowness that causes the air around you to heat and thicken. He sinks to his knees before you, palms upturned in perfect piety.

“Oh goddess divine, please accept my humble apologies,” the words drip from his lips like a sacred prayer. “I have displeased you, and I seek to make amends.”

“Only you could apologize and make fun of someone at the same time,” you murmer, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who only wishes to repent for his sins,” he grins lazily up at you, and his upturned hands are suddenly on your legs, beneath your dress. His thumbs begin to rub circles on your inner thighs. Time stops; your next breath lodges in your throat.

“Tell me what I must do,” his voice is smooth like the silk of his blindfold, slipping over you. He leans in and presses a kiss just above your right knee. His mouth is hot against your skin.

“Ummmm....” you try to speak, but nothing comes out but a choked whimper.

“I’m waiting very patiently,” another kiss, this time slightly higher. Your brain begins to malfunction. You open and close your mouth, trying to get the words out, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his warm breath and deft hands. Nothing but crystalline blue darkened with hunger. Nothing but need beginning to boil in your blood.

“I’ll just have to decide the form of atonement myself,” he murmurs, skimming his nose along your inner thigh. His hands slowly slide up your legs, your dress is coming up with them....

And then you both hear it.

The loud grumbling of your very empty belly.

He pulls back and blinks up at you. You stare back, mouth open. And then you both burst into raucous laughter.

“What a mood killer,” he grins, sitting back on his heels. “I’ve never been cockblocked by your stomach before.”

“Sorry!” You rub the offending area, still giggling. “I guess in all my stewing I forgot I was hungry.”

He’s on his feet in a flash. “Well we can’t have you starve on me, can we, sweetness? I know, how about I cook for us?”

Your eyes light up. Gojo is an excellent cook, but he rarely does it due to his busy and exhausting schedule. And his bad habit of filling up on sweets. “Really?”

“Sure,” he’s already across the room, throwing on a shirt and his blindfold. “Tell you what, you go have a nice hot soak in the tub while I cook. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and something from my extra secret sweets stash to tide you over till I’m done.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something from the secret stash? I’m honoured.”

He grins. “Another exception for my angel.” He suddenly claps his hands together. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll play hookey! Go to Tokyo for the whole day, and I’ll spoil the absolute shit out of you. The kids can survive a day without us.”

“You already spoil me,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll just be happy to spend a whole day just us.”

“No arguments!” He wags his finger. “I will drop mad cash on you and you will enjoy it.”

“Ugh you are such a dork,” you roll your eyes, but your heart fills with love for this silly man. You know he really is sorry and is trying to make it up to you. He’s an idiot on occasions, but he’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You make to move towards the bathroom, but the lingering feel of his touch on your skin reminds you.

“Hey, what happens after the bath and food?”

Before you can blink, he’s back in front of you, gathering you against him. His smile is absolutely feral, and you can feel his smouldering gaze even through the black fabric now covering his eyes.

And his lips are descending on yours, hot and hungry. He licks into your mouth, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape. There’s nothing left but him. His touch, his taste, his scent. He is everywhere, in every sweep and valley of your body, in every corner of your pounding heart. He consumes you like fire consumes a forest, and you are happy to burn, burn, burn.

All too soon he pulls away, and you are left empty. Bereft. Lost. But he leans back in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dark with reverent desire.

“I’ll worship at the altar of my divine goddess until my penance is paid a hundred fold.”

[xlbrh]

Genshin Impact - Arguments with their s/o

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Genshin Masterlist

warnings : arguments

format : bulleted, headcanons

pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo x gn! reader

word count : 873

everything under the cut-

Diluc:

they wouldn’t happen often, since diluc is a relatively calm man

but if something has bothered him enough for it to be brought up in an argument, then you know it must be serious

his words would be harsh and his tone stern – not because he wants to intimidate you, but because he wants you to realise the seriousness of the situation

would not appreciate it if you shouted at him, although he hates it he would not be scared to shout back

the same would apply if you initiate it, even when he knows he’s in the wrong his pride would sometimes stop him from admitting that

would definitely give you space, sometimes even to the point of outright avoiding you until you approach him again

though he will always apologise first, letting his conscience get the better of him

Kaeya:

probably the most likely to instigate arguments out of the boys

he really does like to push your buttons sometimes – but on occasion will take things too far without realising

but he’s also not afraid to lecture you when he thinks you’ve done something wrong, even if you yourself cannot see it

would challenge you if you did the same to him, so you can see why things can blow up sometimes

will let his emotions get the better of him sometimes – and if it gets really bad the fight may last for a few days

if you guys live together he would go and stay in his office at the knights’ headquarters, giving you both some space of a while

but he would always come back to you, usually with some flowers and chocolate as an apology

for sure would take you out on a date as soon as you make up

Childe:

arguments can happen from time to time

usually started by you if he throws himself into danger just for the thrill, or he takes his teasing a little too far

although there’s never bad intentions it can happen, especially when you’ve already had a bad day

started by him when you get hurt without him around to protect you

in childe’s mind that’s your way of telling him you don’t need him, which is obviously wrong but out of anger he can’t see this

they don’t tend to last for long – at most for the night – before they’re resolved the following day

emotions just build and are let out, once you both talk things out and apologise, things go back to normal

though if something in particular has bothered him, he is the type to bring it up again in the future

Zhongli:

arguments would be extremely rare

zhongli wouldn’t let many things bother him – they usually only do when your safety is on the line

would never, ever raise his voice

no matter the situation or how agitated he gets, he knows shouting will do no good

much prefers to talk things out like civilised adults, sorting out any conflict within a matter of minutes

of course that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t allow you to express your emotions to him, even if that means you end up crying and shouting at him

rather than getting worked up himself he would stay calm and composed – this way he can always calm you down if anything gets out of hand

even when an argument is caused over something insignificant, he would apologise and try his best to make you happy again

Xiao:

arguments with you break his heart, so he avoids them at all costs

as soon as he can sense either himself or you getting annoyed, he does his best to get rid of any stress as soon as possible

would probably go to zhongli for advice on matters like these – he really doesn’t want to mess things up with you and scare you away

though things like these are inevitable for couples, so at some point it will happen

he would try to stay as calm as possible but his emotions would take over, especially if you were in danger

is the type of guy to hold it against himself if he shouts at you, after all adepti should protect humans, not scare them

he would admit to his mistakes and cast his pride aside, so you’d also have to comfort him so he feels comfortable again

Albedo:

he would have the same type of approach as zhongli – staying calm and collected

most conflict would probably just be you worrying about him overexerting himself with his experiments

more than once you’ve had to assist him home due to how exhausted he gets

he tries to justify his research and the lengths he’ll go to get answers, but you don’t always understand – not that he can blame you

usually he’ll just let you vent out your worries, acknowledging them but not taking anything to heart too much

unless it makes you cry, in which case he would try his hardest to understand your views to the fullest

if for some reason he initiates the conflict, it would be cool and methodical, his calm voice preventing you from raising yours

rather than being arguments, they would more so just be conversations of mutual worry over each other

[kaihavoc]

Cloud 29

a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz. 

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face. 

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon. 

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind. 

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that. 

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet? 

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick? 

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.  

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.” 

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.  

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked. 

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that… 

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame. 

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression. 

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make. 

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving. 

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap. 

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

[pricescigar]

Professor!Price X Elvira Wolff

Photo taken by me

NSFW CONTENT WARNING 18+ , PROCEED WITH CAUTION (MINORS GTFO) :)

Professor Price was magnificent in his job, better yet one of the hardest courses in History to Study; Studying the arts of warfare, weapons through time, the development in strategy, the many wars around the world and the generals that led their men into battle. Overall, he was very proud of his students. Price was the role model everyone would've wanted in their lifetime. The man was strict, and fair to his students at the same time.

"Alright, that's all the time that we have for today. And again... I appreciate your time, remember the big exam is next week. I'd advise you all to take this seriously, we will go any unanswered questions in our next sessions." Price's voice could be heard around the lecture room.

The many students who were very listened intently, their lecture was over and the class began to pack their things. This course was a serious one. Chances of getting into his class were low; You needed the grades for it, especially when it came to history. And for the exams, you need to pass them above the average to graduate. Price was determined all his pupils will pass, but that little extra support was always there.

Elvira Wolff, one of the many students in his lectures. Quiet, skittish, yet had the confidence within her. More of a clossed book Professor Price could easily tell from the first moment she joinrd his class. Yet he admired her work with every minor detail she had to give, with every dissertation and work she had given to him. Though most of the time in his lectures, she kept her head down; All he could see was the movement of her pen, even a pencil sometimes.

Price didn't question it, he knew she was doing well. Looking at her dissertation and exams, he didn't have to worry. Or sometimes on the odd occasion– He sees her staring into nothing, yet the moment he would lay eyes on her. She would almost immediately go back to working, perhaps now would be the time talk to her about it.

Elvira was sat her usual place in the lecture room, away from everyone. Yet she resented where in the odd occasion the whole room had to be in groups, or partners she still found it awkward. Sure she spoke good English, yet she rarely spoke to her other peers. They all seemed to talk to each other with no problem, yet she felt like she had nothing to talk about... Preferably for the sake of it, she keeps her distance.

As usual her head was down onto her papers, yet this time she was drawing in her journal; Besides from studying, reading and tending to classes. Elvira loves to draw, recently she even began to draw Professor Price. There was something about his features, how he looked. No matter where he stood. Or if he was sitting down and talking, Elvira managed to get the perfect angle in drawing him.

Elvira's eyes were focused upon the journal as the pencil traced ever so gracefully on the paper as she drew. She had almost finished the drawing luckily, it looked absolutely perfect. But it wasn't fully finished yet, her body leaned forward a bit. Sadly she didn't seem to take notice that Professor Price walked infront of her, quietly observing what she was doing.

"Elvira. What are you doing?" Professor Price's voice could be heard, Elvira easily snapped back into reality quickly looking up to see Price staring down at her.

The same look that always made her weak, more than she liked to admit it. She felt ashamed in herself for liking him, he was her Professor. Yet she liked him more than that. You could say he always gave her butterflies, whenever he would focus the attention or her. Or even acknowledge her, for all it mattered.

"Me? I'm ... I'm doing nothing..." Elvira quickly closed the journal, knowing he was staring down at the journal. She felt her own heart beat almost beat out of her chest. Fuck what if he saw it?

"Nothing is always something, and that something must be really interesting for you to stay behind hm?" Professor Price dicated to the time on the clock, currently it was 14:45pm. The lecture had just finished, and it was only Elvira and the professor himself in the room.

"Honest, I wasn't doing anything Professor..." Elvira assured to him pulling the journal away from him, and onto her lap. She became nervous, her toes almost curling in her shoes. 

"Hm, if you say so. Before you go there is something I've been meaning to talk to you about." Professor Price continued to speak.

Elvira began packing her things away in her bag, she put everything in there before closing it securely then looking at Price. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked, great what one way to make her even more nervous than she already was.

"You seem to be daydreaming, from what I noticed more frequently, might I add. You only seem to stop when I catch you, is everything alright? If youre having trouble with anything, don't hesitate to tell me about it." Price asked her, he wanted her to be completely honest. He hoped she didn't grow bored of this class already.

"I am?" Elvira would say to him innocently, trying to play off the fact she was only thing about well... The Professor of course. She couldn't say it out loud to him, luckily a excuse had came into her mind. Standing up from her seat, keeping her eyes on Price. "Apologies Professor, it won't happen again. And nein nothing is wrong, everything is ok." She spoke softly, hoping he would find it convincing enough. She felt the emabressment almost heating up her cheeks.

"I'll let it slide just this once Elvira, alright?" Professor Price sighed softly, shaking his head a little still being assertive as usual. "However. Don't forget we have a tutor session this evening, 17:00pm precisely." He said sternly to her. "Don't be late."

"I won't Professor Price, I promise... Danke for the the lecture today." Elvira replied, before she quickly walked out of the lecture room. Pumping into a few people mistakenly muttering a: "Sorry." Before finding her way into the toilets and walking in there. She sighed softly placing her hands near the sink, if that wasn't a close one. Then she didn't know what was.

What if he saw it? What if he saw the drawing, oh god. Oh no.

There Elvira almost began to panic what the hell was she to do? Could she even face going to the tutoring session this evening, fuck she didn't know. She had fallen in love with the Professor, how stupid of her. At the end of the day, Elvira couldn't help with her feelings. What better way to hide them, knowing professing her love would still be inappropriate. All Elvira wanted to do was curl up into a ball and let it all pass somehow, yet she still had to face this evening... Somehow.

The rest of the afternoon dragged on for longer than Elvira hoped for, maybe she was too anxious? Yet why? She had no need to be feeling that way. Lunch was the usual, she found a quiet space where no one was really around. And enjoyed whatever she ate, and along with studying in the process. The time rolled onto 16:55pm. Elvira packed her things and began to prepare herself for Price's tutoring session, she felt her heart beating fast. God, why can't this feeling just go away for once?

17:00pm on the dot Elvira opened the door, and closed the door behind her. She hoped her nerves wouldn't get the best of her today. "Good evening professor..."

"Good evening Elvira, I hope you're prepared for the session." Price would say, he was busy writing the criteria on the whiteboard.

Elvira nodded and sat herself down, she didn't go to her usual place like she usally does. Since it was only her and the Professor in the room, this time she kept her journal in her bag and getting out only what she needed.

"I really need you to pay attention for this part, this is crucial for your exam." Price said, holding the book in one hand and writing the information down on the other.

"Mhm, of course Professor." Elvira sat down on the chair, getting her pen out and opening her notebook. She looked to the information on the Whiteboard where Price began to explain everything, she listened well and written down all of the information that was presented to her.

After 30 minutes of the session, they took a break. Which was crucial to keep all of the information into the brain was to just let it rest.

"I saw what you was doing earlier, you know." Price spoke abruptly out of the blue looking over to Elvira.

Elvira's head shot up, she seemed to be on her own world until she heard Price of course. Perhaps doodling a little on one of the last few empty pages before looking to Price, her heart almost sunk in her chest. "Well-.... I can explain really..." She then became nervous.

"How long have you been drawing me, Elvira?" Price then asked, advancing over to her table placing his hands on it on either side of it.

Elvira knew she was in deep shit now, could she get into trouble for it? Most probably, might as well admit it. There was no point in hiding it anymore. He already caught her. "Alright... I've been drawing you for a while now. A couple of weeks? But... I realised what I was doing now, and I regret it of course." She replied.

Price stared at her, he was surprised to say the least. He simply nodded to her in understandment. Yet his mind simply wondered as to: Why. She would draw him. "Any reason as to why?" Then he became curious.

Elvira fell silent, a loss for words. She felt herself becoming more embarrassment, the one thing she hater was feeling like a stupid school girl again. Truthfully, she didn't know what to say to him. End result, probably won't even end well for her in the long run anyways. "Well... I like you, and not in the way that you think or anyone else does... I like you more than I can really say. Professionalism aside..." She responded, the whole room fell into silence. All that could be heard was the ticking clock on the wall. Elvira looked over to the time 17:35pm. The silence was all she needed to know, she stood up from her seat and went over to the door.

Price listened well and was certainly surprised, yet all it took was to dot a few things together... After all this time. Then it all became clear enough into his mind, he watched Elvira get up from her seat and grabbed her wrist gently before pulling her over towards him. Holding her closely to him. "And where do you think you're going Elvira? Our session isn't over just yet." He spoke sternly staring down at her.

Elvira's cheeks became heated, red as a rose. The thought of being this close to the Professor Price was only a simple imagination in her mind, sharing it with no one else but herself but it was actually happening to her right now. This can't be real. "I– I was just going to..." She stammered on her words looking up at him.

"And miss what is going to come up? I don't think so, not in my own session." Price kept hold of her, one hand holding onto her wrist the other wrapped around her body before he pulled her into a kiss.

Elvira felt their lips crashing together, she melted into the kiss and gradually wrapped her arms around his body. Price pulled her into his body closer, as tight as they could ever be.

Price was the first person to pull away, the stern look he always had plastered onto his features made her weak. Weak to the core, she even felt the wetness in her legs too. "...Now Elvira, why don't you be a good girl and undress for me?" He asked her.

"Ja sir of course..." Elvira quickly nodded, before she began to undress herself infront of him, firstly taking off the lower half of her clothes. Price watched eagerly, yet even he was becoming impatient.

Price pressed her against his desk, he wanted to be so close to her already. But as always, such fabrics would get in the way of course... "That'll do love." He whispered to her

Elvira never felt herself being so flustered before it was certainly a new feeling to her, Price's fingers were to her lover hald feeling the wetness he oclyndt help but chuckle. "You're so wet for me, makes me wonder how many times you have been for me..." He said his fingers brushing against her Clit gently, and rubbed it with his thumb. Leaning closer to her.

"You don't know how many times..." Elvira replied softly to him, her body jolted a little at the sensation,a shaky moan escaped her lips. Before her mouth was covered by Price's hand.

"Don't moan too loud, you don't want anyone to hear us... Do you? Be good, and try to keep your voice down. O?" Price asked her, and Elvira responded with a nod. He felt his erection grow harder in his trousers each time he pleasured her by the clit and by fingering her too. He made sure her legs were speeaded well, and kissed her a few times so she could moan against his mouth.

"I'm ready for this... P-Please Professor..." Elvira whispered, her breathing was going up and down, every soft moan that was escaping her lips, or every wince or noise she made. It even made Price more eager for her each second.

Elvira couldn't believe this herself that this was happening, the one thing she always thought about; It was now becoming reality. She heard the sound of him taking the Belt off of his trousers and already getting into position in between her legs as he stared down at her.

"Good..." Price simply said, his cock already was inserted inside of her. A simply groan escaped his lips at the sensation, god she was so tight.

Elvira groaned in pain a little, she was far too embaressed to say that this was her first time. She easily assumed Price already knew that.

"You're so tight..." Price whispered and began to move his hips, this was the only way she could get used to it. He tried being gentle with her, for now he held back in wanting to fuck her brains out.

Gradually Price picked up the speed, he wrapped her legs around his waist. There he began to accelerate his movement, thrusting in and out of her. A soft groan escaped his lips. Planting a few kisses upon her lips. The two sharing a kiss, Elvira moaning against his mouth.

"Scheisse-" Elvira almost moaned out loud before Price's hand covered her mouth quickly, his free hand gripped onto her waist as he continued thrusting in and out of her cunt, god she was so entoxicating for him. He loved it.

"Shh..." Price whispered into her ear moving her turtle neck a little to kiss her neck a few times. Before completely deciding to take the whole turtleneck off of her, admiring her chest. He wanted more of her, he easily gave in, he wanted hear more of her soft groans, moans and every little noise she made.

Elvira's toes curled feeling Price beginning to pinch, suck and bite her breasts individually. Part of him loved in how hard they were, he loved teasing them too. It was his determination to give Elvira every bit of pleasure. She so hard not to moan out loud in pleasure. If she even tired to be loud Price would either silence her by kissing her or his hand.

"Professor..." Elvira whined in pleasure, her nails dug into his shirt and into his back. Surely no doubt it would leave a few marks, and Price didn't mind that either. He didn't expect to be called that, especially during in sex. But he liked it nonetheless, he felt her walls tighten against his cocks. And his movements were becoming sloppy, he was getting on the edge. And Elvira Waas too. "Please... I can't hold on... Professor..."

"I know... Neither can I..." Price huffed his beard tickling her wherever he kissed her, he bit her neck briefly too. Just a small nip, his free hand began fondling with her breasts. Giving attention to both, driving her to cum. "Cum for me..." He whispered.

Elvira laid her head back in pleasure, she almost felt her legs shaking at the amount of pleasure. Hearing him whisper and him fondling with her breasts was enough for her to finally relase her orgasm and she cummed. Price pulled out quickly and cummed on her stomach, he groaned softly before laying his eyes on her kissing her softly. Elvira gladly returned the kiss, before Price pulled away from her. He took a few moments to compose himself, and for Elvira to compose herself too. Before getting a few tissues from his drawer and cleaned the both of them, kissing her cheek genekt once he finished.

Sweat was invisible on Price's face, and sadly the white dress shirt he was wearing showed he was sweating. He pulled Elvira up gently on the desk, before the two would begin to get dressed again.

Elvira put her turtleneck back on, along with her jeans and shoes before Price got dressed again, and he held her off his desk. Seeing her wobble a bit, he easily caught her.

"Easy love." Price assured before holding onto her, when Elvira could just about manage to walk without losing her balance too much. He tenderly placed a kiss on her head, watching her pack her things watching her closely. Before she would finally leave his lecture room. "Same time next week, don't be late." He would say.

Elvira grabbed her things to leave and turned to him, smiling softly a Bush easily forming ob her cheeks nodding. "Ja of course Professor Price." The two shared one last quick kiss, and she

left the lecture room, a strange feeling stuck with her for the rest of the evening, she didn't expect it to ever happen. But she was glad that she did, Elvira fallen for him twice as hard for him this time.

[gaygh0stt]

because I still have jedtavius brainrot, I'm gonna ramble about my favorite natm headcanons ❤️

(sorry if this gets long (future me here: it did))

Larry is constantly finding Jed and Oct hiding out places and being romantic little dumbasses. he has a whole album of pictures of them on his phone that he could use as blackmail material, but honestly they're not even blackmail because at this point practically everyone in the museum has found them in some compromising position or another (but, of course, they think they're being so sneaky about it)

I absolutely love all the fics where they have museum wide movie nights, it's just so wholesome you can't convince me this isn't canon now🥺 Jed and Oct have totally fallen asleep on eachother multiple times during these, they also get into little arguments over the movies to the point where Larry's threatened to kick them out.

While we know Ahkmenrah has a dark sense of humor, he's also a very good listener and gives great advice. he's also very protective and kind and cares deeply for everyone in the museum and he's still a bit of a child at heart (dying so young sorta does that to ya) like yeah he's a little weird, but he's really good at heart ❤️ (....is my childhood crush showing...)

Because this is my canon and I can do what I want, the tablet and everything stays at the museum permanently after the end of the third movie (obviously Ahk's family is there too) because i don't want to think about these guys not having more time together. I would also like to think that Tilly transfers there too now that Larry's moved on. Also Lancelot's just there vibin.

Jed and Oct both slowly pick up eachother's specific vocabularies and sometimes slip them in when they're talking, much to their embarrassment. The first time it happened, Oct slipped up and they both just stared at each other, shocked for a good minute, and Jed never lets him live it down.

Also, Jed has taken to calling Oct "my liege," he'll be super corny about it, bowing and kissing Oct's hand, and every time Oct gets so flushed and Jed just watches him with a delighted smile🥺

I'd like to think that Jed is the one to teach Oct to dance (as in, actual partner dancing). Oct was a general, most of his time was spent fighting and planning for war, i don't see him being much of a party person, but Jed was always dancing and sort of being the life of the party in the wild west, so he teaches Oct and they spend many nights just dancing together (and of course they'll dance to Taylor Swift, because this is my new agenda ❤️)

Larry is constantly getting chewed out by McPhee because of Jed and Octavius, it gets to the point where he doesn't even understand how Larry does it, he thinks that Larry must get custom miniatures made just to put them in the most ridiculous positions. Jed and Oct then get chewed out by Larry but they never learn and they honestly don't want to because Larry getting onto them is sort of hilarious and they know none of his threats are really serious

(Gonna get a bit horny rip) I agree with what seems to be the common belief of Oct mainly being a bottom (and sometimes a bratty one at that) but i believe they are both switches and on the occasion that Jed bottoms he's just absolute putty and Octavius takes great pride in this (okay maybe i just want to see Jed being absolutely taken apart to the point he can barely move...sue me)

Both Jed and Octavius have a bad habit of getting caught up in their work and forgetting to rest, so when one notices the other doing this they have to physically drag them away from their work and it leads to lots of back massages, hair stroking, sweet nothings, and cuddles (we saw the horny version of this in my asks but here is the pg version that i thought it was heading in sksk)

Jed and Oct have lots of little hideouts around the museum that they go to when they want to get away from the ruckus and have some alone time together. Larry knows about a few of them but keeps quiet and let's them have their fun❤️

They are both so fucking touch starved. they'll never admit it, but a lot of their fighting was an excuse to be close to eachother before they fully realized their feelings. now they're both extremely clingy and if they find themselves alone, they are never not touching (in public it's a bit of a different story, but eventually they do sort of become an obnoxious pda couple)

If we're gonna go for canon compliancy, I'd say they finally get together at the end of Secret of The Tomb. I also love the angst factor of them not getting together and freezing thinking they'll never know eachother's true feelings until they suddenly wake up again three years later and just immediately run to find each other to confess because they can't stand the thought of losing that chance again and it's just a very tearful confession (both happy and sad tears) and they vow to make the most of whatever time they have left together (which in my mind is like forever because i can't let go of these dumbasses) to make up for all the lost years (i do have some other getting together scenarios that i want to use for fics tho👀)

...okay this got a little out of hand so I think I'll leave it at that for now, but who knows maybe I'll add more later❤️

[canonobsessions]

Hey there and welcome to tumblr!! i’m a huge simp for Julian lol im so happy to see somebody writing for TPB! <3 i was wondering if you could write something involving Julian and a cudding -> confession -> sex sort of situation with a female reader?

a/n: I'm so sorry for this late response! I'd be so happy to!

Fandom: Trailer Park Boys

Word Count: 4,243

Scenario: Julian and Reader have an impromptu cuddling session that results in a confession and subsequently, a steamy encounter.

Julian didn't know how it got to this point, but he wasn't about to complain. Sometimes everything just fell into place, so when you arrived that night at his trailer on a cold, dark winter's night he rolled with it. It was just a mishap, your car breaking down before you were able to get home. Like many people, you came to him with your problem.

Unlike with some other people, Julian was happy to help you out. He didn't hesitate when he stepped aside and let you track slushy snow into his home. It didn't even cross his mind until he was stepping in it himself. Even then, it only made him more aware of your state of dress.

You definitely hadn't intended to be out long, with your short sleeves on and little to no protective clothing. You looked frigid and he had just the remedy for it.

So, you wound up on his couch, wrapped up and sharing a blanket with him while watching some schlocky action film. Nothing he was actually paying attention too. How could he be with you in the room, taking a small sip of his Rum and Coke with that pretty smile on your face.

It was almost like a dream.

"Julian, I really can't thank you enough again. I'm sorry to just drop in on you like this," He'd just gotten ready to go to bed when you'd arrived, but even then, it wasn't any kind of a bother with you around. But, he had to play it cool as he always did.

"It's no trouble, [Y/N]. Stop worrying about it," He reassured you for the fifth time, taking the moment to wrap his arm around your shoulder and squeeze reassuringly. "You couldn't help it, probably the cold messing with your car. I'll get some of the guys to help get it fixed in the morning,"

And there was that damn smile that roped him in from the moment he'd met you. At first he'd just thought he was drunk, but he'd come to learn you were as capable and friendly as you were pretty. You were one of the few people who came around the Trailer Park and helped him and his friends out on occasion.

The situation had gotten twisted up to where it almost seemed awkward to pursue you with how close you'd gotten to Bubbles and Ricky as well. That being said, he was also always in a relationship when you weren't. Nothing really ever seemed right until now.

Now. He had to find the courage to say it, but there was that pitch of anxiety in his stomach, the one he thought he could stamp out in almost any occasion, but you were special. He didn't want to mess this up.

"You're really too good to me, Jules," A damn shiver nearly crawled up his spine when you said that. That and the way you were shaking just sent a small thrill through him.

Were you still cold or were you nervous to have his arm around you? With the way you leaned into him further, it couldn't have just been nerves. You did still feel chilly, so he gently rubbed your upper arm. He wasn't just feeling your soft skin under his rough finger tips. This was just part of helping you.

Man was that stupid, he was acting like he hadn't had his fair share of pretty girls over. But, you were more than pretty, you were beautiful. Classy and sweet.

"Just doing what any good friend would," The word friend had a near sour note to it, not from leaving his mouth, but it just rang oddly. He wasn't malicious about it. It just wasn't right.

"Yeah, right!" There was an awkward inflection in your tone, but he wasn't going to push it. You were probably just more comfortable with being friends after all.

"Damn, my feet are still freezing," You'd complain quietly after a brief silence and Julian reacts without thinking about it.

"C'mere," He reached down to your ankle and grabbed it, gently coaxing your feet up onto the couch. You adjusted to the hold folding your legs off to the side. Your [E/C] eyes are filled with curiosity. He offered a smile before drawing your feet into his stomach, where he was more than warm enough to help bring you up to temp.

"When I was a kid, my grandmother would do this for me when I'd come inside after playing in the snow," He recalled the late nights he spent watching old movies with his grandmother, eating snacks and keeping warm and cuddled up together. Of course, she'd been plenty warmed up from the brandy she'd consumed time and time again.

That sweet smile of yours was back once again, but accompanying it was a pretty blush that colored your face perfectly. He couldn't help his mind when it wandered to a less wholesome thought. What would you look like, red and panting under him? What were other ways you of all people could let him warm you up?

"That's really sweet. She must have been one hell of a lady to raise someone as gentlemanly as you, Jules," You might have been somewhat teasing, but he felt warm from the compliment. She had been as good of a role-model as she could be, doing everything she could for not only him, but for Bubbles as well.

"Thanks, [Y/N]," He patted your blanket covered calf with his hand and left it there for a moment, idly tracing his thumb over your muscle in a soothing manner.

Things got quiet again as you both sat there, watching the screen with little interest in what was going on. Julian was far more focused on how good it felt to have you curled against him and to feel your legs move. You were warming up and you were tantalizingly soft. It was driving him crazy, but he was being good.

You didn't drink much of his Rum and Coke, but you did have a sip or two, just to stave off any lingering cold.

"Julian, can I ask you something?" You'd knocked him out of his thoughts with that soft inquiry. He looked at you and felt his stomach flip, seeing your uncertain look.

"Anything," It was one small word, but he put a lot of feeling behind it. It sat heavy between the two of you for a heart-beat. Time really seemed to slow as he felt the way you were starting to shake again. The way you bit your lip and fluttered your lashes, looking at him with those eyes. It really felt like you told him everything he needed to know through body language alone.

Julian leaned in, his dark eyes searching yours for a solid answer, something more than just the way your body was calling out for him.

"Do you like me, just as a friend?" He wanted to kiss the uncertainty right out of your mouth and swallow it. How could someone as beautiful and amazing as you be so unsure of what you did to him?

"More than that," His words came out softer, rougher as he tried to reign himself in. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" He didn't want to scare you. You didn't have a ride home, it was too cold to walk off. He didn't want to misread what was going on. He was playing it safe.

"No!" It was like you were yelping, like he’d hit you in the stomach with that simple question. It gave away how eager you were and Julian couldn’t help but chuckle when you clasped your dainty hand over your mouth. “No, I’m sorry. You could never make me uncomfortable. Well, not like that,” The words fell from your lips like snow from the sky. “So I do make you uncomfortable?” He was teasing you now, relishing in the fact that you’d made that first move. You’d been the one to bravely ask him just what he thought of you and it made you flustered. You weren’t uncomfortable and you didn’t feel unsafe. Good. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it otherwise. “I like you too, Julian,” Finally, you’d admit it yourself. You’d put it out there that you were interested in him and he was interested in you. It was like that last wall came tumbling down. It made you look bare and vulnerable and unsure. That just made him want to scoop you into his arms and show you just how sure he was of the situation. “So, what now,” You’d asked, looking to him for guidance. Those big, beautiful eyes drew him right in. He wasn’t going to answer you with flowery words, he was going to show you. Julian made slow moves, roping you into him with room enough to say no if you wanted to. His large palms felt right at home, gripping your thighs and tugging you to where you were seated firmly on his lap. That little gasp that left your lips only made him drag you down harder onto him, letting you feel just how much he liked you. “What do you want, [Y/N]?” He felt the way you were shaking against him, the way you tilted your pelvis to align yourself with him. As if he were a virgin again, you had him shuddering with his restraint. He palmed your thighs, rubbing them soothingly. “I-I mean, I want you, Julian, b-but not just, ah,” He couldn’t help but to rock himself up into your core when you admitted you wanted him. There was no missing that you wanted more though, so he stilled, his dark eyes searching yours again, wondering what had you hesitating. “I don’t just want to be a fling,” Of course you didn’t, he didn’t either. But, it wasn’t like he had a particularly strong history of long, stable relationships. He had more one-night stands than he did real girlfriends he’d kept in his life. How could you not see you were different than those other girls was lost on him. Both of his hands traced up from your thighs, jumping to smooth up your arms and to your neck. He savored touching you while he thought about just how deeply he wanted to reassure you. He traced a path up to your neck, where he threaded his fingers into your hair, his thumb resting on the slope of your jawline. You wouldn’t be able to look away if you tried. He met your gaze, dark brows set into a serious furrow. “Never. [Y/N], you could never be just a fling for me,” He admitted, his voice hoarse with desire and love. He didn’t want to give you a chance to respond. Gently, he pulled you into a solid, warm kiss. Your lips molded to his perfectly. Just slightly wet from how you’d licked it only moments before. He poured his passion and love for you into it, hoping to smooth out any worries that he wasn’t dead serious on how much he liked you. Julian pulled a weak moan from you when he pulled away, your lips sticking together for a split second, sending a firework of pleasure down his spine. He wanted to devour you. His big hand cradled your head as he went in for another kiss, mouth opening just slightly to mouth your lips, to trace your tongue with his own. Just the coupling, the breathy noises and moans he pulled from you were drowning out the sound of gunfire from the busted up looking television just behind you. Nothing could distract him from how perfect you felt seated on top of him. How delicious your lips were, how easily you opened up to him. How many times had he dreamt of this? Could he even count the times you’d been at the forethought of his mind when he’d jerked himself off in the shower? Now that you’d both been honest, he could make those wild

fantasies real. “Julian,” Your voice was quaking, full of lust and need that he felt hit right through him. If that wasn’t enough to tell him you needed more, the way you were grinding on his hard cock was. A near growl left the dark haired man as he greedily grasped your ass, hoisting you further onto him. He stood up with ease, the blanket covering the two of you quickly forgotten. Any previous cold having been ripped away by red-hot need. That squeal had him chuckling between your dainty kisses. He easily brought you down that narrow hall, taking just a moment to push you against the paneling to indulge in tasting you. His tongue was more than eager to tangle with your own, the sloppy noises louder still now that you were away from the TV. Back on the move, Julian kicked open his bedroom door, relishing in the way you giggled at how forceful he’d been. Instead of throwing you onto the bed, he moved all the way to it’s edge, lowering you down onto it like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. “God, you are beautiful, [Y/N],” Julian rasped as he admired how perfect you looked on his bed, flushed and lips swollen from how excited the two of you had been to do something as simple as kiss. “Julian,” Your voice took a serious tone, your own brows ticking down as you reached up with your now warm hands, letting them rest on his face, thumb tracing along the sharply trimmed line of his beard. “Julian, you’re beautiful too, so handsome. I can’t believe you want me too,” You were gushing, about him of all people. Shaking his head, Julian took your hands into his own, placing a kiss on your knuckles. He allowed himself the chance to really look at you, just as you were. His heart filled with affection for you. For just the way you spoke to him, marveling at him. “I can’t believe an angel like you would want anything to do with a man like me,” Julian’s voice was low and dark as he leaned back in, dying for another taste of you. This time, things went further, his hands roaming eagerly while your mouths met passionately in their own special patterns. He squeezed your shoulders, massaged down your arms and to your stomach. Testing the waters, his thick fingers peaked under your flimsy shirt, stroking at the soft skin of your belly. The way your muscles flexed and you moaned made him take liberties, inching up your ribs to rub smooth, firm circles there. With your last chance squandered through a needy moan, Julian’s large hands cupped your breasts for a firm squeeze, savoring in a moment he’d imagined just a short time ago. Julian swallowed every needy noise you made as he massaged your breasts, his hips rolling down to meet your needy movements. All at once there was too much fabric in the way. You were pulling at his shirt as soon as he move away, pulling it off of his body and revealing his strong chest and shoulders. Just as excited, Julian hooked his thumbs into your shirt, pulling it up and hooking your bra with it, baring your chest to him in one smooth motion, proving just how experienced he was. God, you were a delicious sight. Your breasts heaving in the dim light of his room. Gravity knew what it was doing and it had Julian speechless. Before long, the temptation was too strong, he dove in for another kiss, smoothing over your shy features with a reassuring kiss. His lips were eager to move, leaving a damp trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. He licked at the dip of your clavicle and relished in the way you shook and gasped. Smirking up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust, he licked a trail to your right breast, nipping at the flexible flesh he found there. Every little sensation was drawing up for the moment he took your nipple into his hot mouth, tongue lapping as he suckled. He made sure your left breast didn’t go unattended, his thick, rough fingers plucking at the pert tip, rolling the bud in between his fingers, toying with you as he enjoyed himself thoroughly. “God, Julian, your mouth is so warm,” You whimpered, egging him on, your legs curling

around his thighs, beckoning him in for more. But, yet again, there were too many clothes in the way. But, he was a practiced man, he wanted to rile you up. There was an art to getting a woman ready. He switched to the other nipple, leaving the right to tighten and harden in the cold air. Your fingers found his normally tidy black hair, mussing up the styling by tugging him closer. “P-please, stop teasing me,” You needed more, that much was obvious with how insistently you rolled up into him. He could feel just how hot and burning you were at your core, the heat between the two of you felt like it was enough to burn the clothes right from your body. Julian chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he pulled away from your breast. His eyes locked onto yours once more and he gave you a dark smirk. “No need to rush, [Y/N]. You’ll be here until your car is fixed after all,” He teased. You looked so cute when your covered your face, no doubt feeling embarrassed for your needy reaction. He took his time with you. He tasted you, licking a path down your ribs and your stomach, coming to the button of your pants. He didn’t take too long to pull off both them and your panties, revealing your glistening petals to the cool air. You groaned at the sensation and he marveled at just how beautiful you were. Thick fingers traced lazy circles into your inner thighs working their way to your core. He wasn’t ashamed as he looked at your folds, the way your clit was already swollen and eager from the bare minimum frotage. His thumbs swiped along the outer lips, pulling them apart, making way for his broad tongue as he licked a line up from your core to your clit, popping it into his mouth swiftly for a change of pace. You tasted delicious on his tongue, tart and sweet all at once. Greedily, he buried his face into your core, his tongue diving into your soft folds. The tight ring of your cunt was no match for him, the muscle pushed as deep into you as it could, the pad of his thumb taking up stroking your taut pearl in tandem with his thrusts. He listened to your moans as he worked you over, dragging more of your wetness out, preparing you for him. And when it sounded like you were just at your apex, he pulled away. “Oh god, Julian,” It was nearly scolding the way you said his name, but he wasn’t going to leave you wanting for long, deciding to instead unfasten his pants, eagerly ridding himself of his pants and underwear. He stood nude in front of you, taking his large, girthy dick into his hands, stroking it slowly at the debaucherous sight of you, of all people, spread out on his bed, all for him. “Please, I need you, I need you,” That could’ve nearly done him in there, just the way you were pleading for him. Telling him you needed him, and god did he need to be needed. The fact it was just in this way was icing on the cake. Not wasting anymore time, Julian’s hands gripped your hips, lining you up just the way he wanted you. He bent over and steadied himself, peppering your lips with kisses as he guided himself in. Already he could tell you were going to be a tight fit, there was going to be some discomfort, but not for long. It didn’t seem like you minded much, with how eagerly your heels dug into the strong muscle of his back, eager to sink him in. His swollen head pushed into you, sinking deeper with one slow push that had him groaning, his head tilting back as he savored the squeeze around his manhood. His free hand massaged lazily at your stomach as he sunk in. You let out the most tantalizing little grunts and moans, soft hisses as your body adjusted to take his massive size. “Soo big,” You whimpered. God if only you knew what you did to him with that tender little voice. He wanted to bury his cock in you forever and stay there until the day he died. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the last few inches in, steadily massaging you while holding himself back. It wasn’t until you tested the fit by rocking your hips back and forth that he finally allowed himself to take pure pleasure in your body. It wasn’t the

slow pace he’d initially wanted. No, as soon as he was in you, he realized how badly he needed this. For every smile and sweet word, he wanted to set a punishing pace. He wanted to completely fold you in half and hammer his way into your body and show just how badly he needed you. But, for the sake of your health, he set a steady pace. He leaned back to look at the place where your body met his and nearly came right there. “Fuck,” He cursed, staring at the lewd way your cunt was stretched out over his cock. “Sit up, just a bit, fuckin’ look at it,” He coaxed you into sitting up, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck again. Your eyes almost glazed over with how eagerly you looked at your coupling. Your plump, tantalizing lip was gnawed at between your pearly whites. Julian drew back his cock with a hiss, his head rolling back again, only to snap to attention, watching the show as he sunk back into your hot, silky insides. “You’re taking me so well, [Y/N]. You’re doing so good,” He grunted out praise after praise, his pace rocking steadily now, your wetness coating him and guiding him in with more ease. Finally, it seemed you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, instead falling back to moan his name. He doubled over, catching himself again, bracing himself on either side of your head. His pace quickened, he could feel the way his balls slapped against your ass, damp from how wet you were. It made degenerate sounds, slapping skin against skin. It drove him up a wall, almost as much as your blissful expression. He burned the memory of you savoring his cock into the back of his mind, before hooking both of his hands under your knees. With his strength, Julian nearly folded you in half, angling you to where his cock would hit your deepest, most sensitive parts. When he found the place that made you sing loudest, he hammered into it. Not to be ignored, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, freeing up a hand so that he could reach between the two of you and work diligently at your little bud. “Oh god, oh god, Jules, Julian, fuck, fuck, fuck! I-I’m gonna cum,” And he could feel it when it started, the way you arched your back, your hips taking a mind of their own, jerking up to meet his deep thrusts. Your walls clenched so tightly around him he could barely pull away, but he managed to keep his pace, drilling into you. “Fuckin’ cum around me, cum around me, [Y/N], just like that, just like that,” He grunted, thrusting so hard he was shaking the bed beneath you, the sound only adding to the symphony of sex. The rush of sticky fluids made him pound that much harder into you. Your crying, writhing form the perfect state for him to hammer at until he felt his own familiar band pulling tight, eventually snapping as pleasure overwhelmed him. He didn’t pull out as his cum filled your tight little body. He empty his balls as deep into you as he could, his pulsing manhood twitching with every stream of the load. He only realized as he began to come down from his high he’d came right against your cervix. He shuddered out another low groan, joining your soft panting in the air. “Fuck, Julian, ah, hah. I love you,” You were unabashed now, looking at him with your dazed look, as if he were a god and not some backwater trailer park boy. “I love you too, so much,” He hung over you, his sweaty forehead coming to rest against yours. He breathed with you, coming down from his high to finally ease out of you, ignoring the mess he made in favor of pulling you into his arms. The air slowly quieted as you both lay there, basking in bliss, warm and naked despite no blanket. It was hard to believe that he’d been uncertain of your feelings for him. Just an hour ago, neither of you had been aware of just how quickly things would go. But, there were no regrets. Only love and a sense of safety.

[toziersspaghettihead]

So I was thinking once again of dark!Richie and Soft!Eddie

That Richie wears mismatched silver rings

And Eddie has this silver chain tight against his neck that he wears everywhere simply because Richie gave it to him

That Richie filled out a bit after their first encounter with pennywise and he has lean muscle to match the amount of fights he lands in

Eddie always patches him up, Or he waits for Richie by his truck only to be mauled by his boyfriend the moment he’s in grabbing distance

Richie has a habit of making out with Eddie against either of their lockers- The taller one will cage Eddie between his arms and against the metal, Of course they’ve gotten in trouble for this on multiple occasions but Richie didn’t care and for a few more kisses to convince Eddie not to care either

One time Bowers makes the mistake that Eddie would actually be walking home alone but Richie had only been at the corner store getting cigarettes- Bowers ends up more bloodied and bruised than any of the losers had been in years.

Richie has upped his nickname game and decided that ‘baby’ and ‘kitten’ were his favorites

Eddie likes to plant flowers so Richie built him a little garden area in the Tozier’s backyard- Richie just likes to sit and watch as his baby does his thing

Some days Eddie wakes up to Richie already in his bed and kissing his neck and Eddie resigns himself to never looking another person in the eye for the rest of the day- Especially while they’re in school and Eddie can still feel his lover inside him

One day Richie sees some rando talking to Eddie, The boy must be in their grade but Richie never noticed him until now- Apparently Eddie had bio class with him but Richie was too busy gripping Eddie’s waist in a familiar pressure that Eddie seemingly melts into- A thick ‘Hey baby’ against Eddie’s throat that has Eddie quick to mumble ‘Sorry Eric, This is my boyfriend Richie- He doesnt understand boundaries’

Maybe it was the way Richie had fucked him senseless in the janitors closet right after, But Eddie never talked to Eric again- Or it could’ve been the ugly black eye the poor kid was sporting in bio the next day- Eddie had raised an eyebrow at Richie but never said a word.

Some days Eddie would show up in one of his boyfriend’s jackets- Sometimes it would be a stretched out band shirt that hung off his shoulder just to tease him

Other days Eddie would see Richie talking to some blonde bimbo of a cheerleader that had Eddie crying in the bathroom until he went to lunch and hung off of Bills arm enough to draw attention from any lunch shenanigans.

On those days, Richie would see red- He’d get pissed beyond belief but Eddie wouldn’t back down because maybe, just maybe he was equally as jealous as Richie. His boyfriend would ignore Eddie’s ‘tantrum’ as best as he could until he snapped and would drag Eddie into the closest room to have a screaming match. The moment Eddie admits what was bothering him, His boyfriends face splits into a grin and Hes peppering kisses to Eddie’s face because “His kitten has claws” and “No one gets me hard like you, baby”

One time Beverly caught Eddie giving Richie a blowjob In the clubhouse and the couple had been banned from their hideaway for a week

On the off chance Bill got to spend time with Eddie, Ben was usually around and they spent most of their time playing board games- All of which Eddie won

Beverly smokes with Richie on a daily basis and usually helps Richie shoplift huge loads of shit from the giant mall in the next town over

Mike likes to give Richie good books to smuggle to Eddie when he gets grounded on ‘serious offenses’

Just some HC’s

[sweeethinny]

Emerald Eyes

Summary: After Lily Evans kisses him, James needs help to figure out what to do in that situation. And who better to help him and Sirius with relationship issues if not his dad?

Notes: I was reading @startanewdream's fanfic Exist Song (For Film) when she wrote about a song that spoke of emerald eyes.

I remembered the song Claudia by Finneas, and needed to write about Jily's first kiss, and somehow get Fleamont involved.

I don't think I've ever read a fanfic where he helps James and Sirius with relationship issues, so I wrote it! I know James only becomes prefect in seventh year, but I needed him to become sixth, to make sense of the story.

sue me

AO3

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James was fine about just being friends with Lily, really, he was up for it and he liked being friends with her. Of course, he still thought about kissing her and, dammit, sometimes dreamed of her with her clothes off and couldn't look her in the eye for the next three days. But overall, he was fine with his old crush.

Everything was fine, it was just a crush, he would get over it.

He liked other girls over the last few years, liked hanging out with them, kissing them, and there was one muggle girl that James really thought was going to be something more serious - he even lost his virginity to her. But things didn't go as it should and life went on. Sirius comforted him that his crush on Lily was probably because he idealized her in a way that it was now difficult for him to like other girls, but that James needed to let go of the 'what ifs' and move on.

James tried, he swears he did.

But when Lily Evans kissed him on the train back to King Cross, after a prefect meeting where James was trying not to sleep, things completely fell apart for him.

When he got back to his friends, James felt very lost, and Remus even asked if he was alright, but all James could do was nod and touch his lips in fear that the feeling of Evans' soft, sweet lips would go away and he realized it was a dream.

As much as he had dreamed very hot things about Lily, they never kissed, so James wasn't prepared for it at all, he was just imagining it was supposed to be good. But it wasn't just good, it was stupidly good.

So good that he spent all the traveling hours remembering. And when they arrived at the station, he could only think of meeting Lily to say that he thought he was in love. Was this possible?

"Mate?" Sirius asked, following him out of the wagon. '’Did something happen at the meeting?'’

"No, I-" James saw her, which automatically made him forget all the words his parents had taught him, suddenly his brain shutting down and only caring about one thing; Lily Evans.

James didn't know what to do, if he was going to talk to her or not, if he waved, if he called her, if he shouted for everyone to hear that she kissed him… James wanted there to be a manual on how to deal with this situation, because he felt so lost and it was stupid.

There was no time to do anything however, the students were hurrying to leave and pushed James who had been standing in the middle of the corridor, while Lily blushed and smiled awkwardly, giving the boys a wave and then getting off the train.

Should that mean something? Why didn't she talk to him?!

''Come on James, I want to go home.'' Peter complained, making him wake up from his reverie and follow them outside, knowing Sirius was watching him with the eyes of an eagle, and that probably Remus too, but very more discreet.

After they said their goodbyes and headed off to find his parents, Sirius whispered, never bending over or making it sound like he was whispering, "You kissed her, didn't you?"

"She did it." James swallowed, still completely shocked. "Best kiss of my life, I must say."

"Fuck, James." Sirius shook his head, walking faster and accepting Euphemia's hug as James greeted his dad with a longing hug.

"Are you two okay?" Monti asked, a hand in James' hair and an all-too-knowing look that made him think his dad had heard, by some miracle, what Sirius had said. Fleamont always seemed to know everything.

"Yes, perfect." Sirius smiled. ‘’Right, James?’’

‘’Yes, more perfect than this impossible.’’

[...]

That night, after Euphemia left for the annual florist dinner she always went to, Fleamont called James and Sirius down to the dungeons, where he had finished brewing another beer. James knew his dad wasn't an idiot and he knew the two of them had already been drinking in hiding there on several occasions, but he liked that they were now considered old enough to be able to go there without having to dodge.

"So, how were things at school this year?" his dad asked, pouring some beer into each of their glasses, sitting on the wooden bench he and Sirius had helped to assemble last summer. "Any news?" Fleamont lingered at James, but then smiled at Sirius and glared at him too.

"Yeah, I think I'm liking someone," Sirius said, and then looked at the glass of beer in front of him on the pine table.

''You think? How can this be? Either you are, or you aren't.” Fleamont didn't seem to judge him, that gentle smile that had James spilling so much of his secrets over the past few years to his dad for help.

"She's a little complicated," Sirius ran a hand through his hair, taking a sip of his beer. ‘’ She says she doesn't want anything, but then she gets mad when I talk to another girl? I don't know, I like her, I just don't know how… you know?’’

"No." James didn't know how Sirius still hadn't learned to never do that to his dad. Fleamont would never say what he thought you meant, even if he was sure what it was, he would always make you talk.

‘’How to tell her.’’ It was funny and almost frightening how Sirius looked like someone else when he arrived at his house. There he didn't have to pretend anything or be an asshole to draw attention, his parents were always willing to listen to him, just like they did with James and that's probably why he always seemed very comfortable telling things to Fleamont, like now.

"Well, I think you two are friends at least?" Sirius nodded. ‘’So, be honest with her. What do you have to lose?''

‘’Her friendship? Humiliate me? Do you hate me, Monti?’’

"Sirius, don't talk like that," Fleamont stood up, a little slower than he used to when James was younger, but still quick for a man of nearly sixty. "When I told Mia I liked her," He floated a pot of potato chips off the top of one of the cupboards, like he did after James had behaved himself and helped him clean the yard. ‘’I felt like I might pass out at any moment, I was in a cold sweat… We were in front of her house, at night, after I took her on a date,’’

''I hope you were respectful Monti, I don't want to be disappointed in you when I found out you took her to a dodgy bar.'' Sirius joked, making James laugh along with him, knowing he'd just done it to make himself feel less nervous.

Sirius did this whenever someone was paying attention to him and actually treating him as an equal, James had noticed this over the years.

"Of course not, we went to a fair near her house," Fleamont sat back down, putting a portion of the potatoes into a smaller pot. ''Anyway, at the end of the night, I knew I needed to tell her that I loved her, which today I think was a silly thing, because I didn't even know what love was yet,'' He shrugged, a smile on his face. "I was young and Mia was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, I felt I couldn't let her go without knowing it."

"She said she liked you too?" James asked, and for the first time he was interested in that story. His dad looked at him with that look that said he knew exactly why James was paying attention, but he didn't say anything.

"No, and it made me very angry and humiliated." He glanced at Sirius, who raised his eyebrows as if proving a point. ''But I wasn't fair to her, Mia was just being truthful, but I was too young to understand that sometimes things just don't happen at the right time... A few weeks later, I met her at a family dinner and we talked, and she said she didn't love me, but she liked me.'' He shrugged. "I think she loves me these days, I mean we're married and we have a family." Sirius chuckled.

"How did you know she was the right one?" James asked, looking at his half-finished beer. "I mean, let's assume," Monti nodded, paying attention to what he said as if it were the most interesting thing. ‘’If you had dated other people and so did she, how would you know she was the right person?’’

“Hm… wouldn't know, son.” Fleamont shrugged, pouring himself more beer. ‘’And I didn't know then either. Just happened.''

"I asked Hestia out," Sirius admitted, and not even James knew it, so he turned his head to his friend with an almost incriminating look, but it was gone as soon as he saw the annoyed smile on his lips. ‘’But she didn't want to go, so… I guess she's ashamed of me? I don't know, she's really smart and a good girl, I don't think she wants to be seen with a guy like me.”

“A guy like you?” Fleamont grabbed some chips.

"Monti, no need to pretend you don't know," Sirius rolled his eyes. "I don't have a good family, and you've had to sign a lot of letters because of my detentions."

‘’Hm… yeah, you're right about the detentions, but the family? Sirius, you are not a reflection of your parents' mistakes. Maybe she doesn't want to go out with you right now, and maybe, most likely, you aren't even the problem at all. Who can guarantee us that she… Hestia, right? That Hestia isn't going through a difficult time where she doesn't really know how to deal with this sort of thing, and just needs some time? You're not always the villain in the story, son, actually you never were.'' Sirius looked like he wanted to deny it, James noticed how his brow furrowed, but it eased as Fleamont pushed the pot of chips towards him, a fatherly smile at the lips that seemed to make Sirius' beast fall back to the ground like a trained dog.

James thought of Lily, the things he'd witnessed over the past few months and how she seemed to be dealing with a lot more than that these past few days. He still remembered how sad she looked when she read a letter that had come to her from her mum. James didn't ask what was written, of course, but he tried to make her smile for the rest of the day and during their patrol, hating that her brow was so furrowed.

The war was getting worse, a lot of people were dying, and the mini death eaters were really putting into practice what they had been learning in the last few years. It was frustrating, to say the least, that Dumbledore did nothing to stop sixteen-year-olds from getting their arms marked by Voldemort.

He wished he could help her, not just because now that spark of feeling inside his chest had become a scorch of acres and would leave a huge footprint inside him, but because James really cared about her before anything else.

"Dad, um…" James began, not quite sure how to speak, or what. ‘’Can we install a muggle phone?’’

"Of course," Fleamont smiled, just as he had smiled at Sirius. ‘’And you son, how was school?’’

‘’Well, I… Nothing too important but… it was a good year. There haven't been a lot of detentions this year, so I think it's a win.” He joked, just because it was a little weird talking about it with his dad.

"But he wanted to be dating," Sirius nudged, pouring more beer into his glass.

“Oh, is that that muggle girl?” Fleamont at least looked away, spending more time than necessary picking out some chips to eat. James mentally thanked him.

"No, and Sirius doesn't know what he's talking about." James rolled his eyes, wanting to push him off the stool. ‘’I decided that this year I will dedicate myself to studies.’’

"Oh James, you don't have to lie to your old man so much like that, it's okay, your mum isn't here so come on, tell me, what can I help you with?"

"It's her again, Monti," Sirius reveals, as if he doesn't say much.

James wanted to kill him now.

‘’Evans? Oh, son, are we still in it? When will I meet her? I'm starting to imagine you guys invented her because it's been almost five years since I first heard her name and never saw her.” Sirius and his dad laugh together, watching James blush like a fool. ‘’What happened this time? I thought you had raised a white flag for her… Is it because of her that you want to install the phone?’’

‘’It's just… She has family issues, and I think she's going to be alone this vacation since Marlene has traveled and Hestia too, so… I just thought about trying to call her. She gave me her phone number before classes ended, and I think it might cheer her up, I don't know, we're friends and I don't want to-’’

‘’Mate, you kissed her today, what kind of friendship is this?’’

''I wasn't the one who kissed her, she was the one who came at me, and for Merlin's sake, can't you shut up?!'' Fleamont doesn't intervene in the boys' discussion, seeming to enjoy it, and James almost took back everything he said and ran to his room to hide under the covers, but his dad seemed to notice this and became serious again.

"James," he said, in a warning tone but still with the shadow of a smile on his face. "It's kind of you to worry about her like that, anyway, but I think Sirius is right, I don't believe there are friendships where people kiss."

‘'She didn't even talk to me about it later, she just… ran away, leaving me alone. I don't think she even wanted to do that or I’m a bad kisser.'’

‘’It is a possibility, for sure,’’

"Even more if we think you ate that plum candy before the meeting, which smells disgusting." Sirius grimaced.

"But, you even said, she's having problems at home, and like I told Sirius, it's not all about you. She probably doesn't know what to do or say either, and is afraid of ruining the friendship… The best thing to do is ask her what it means, but knowing that maybe the answer will hurt you. It's a risk you take.” James nodded, looking at the beer kegs near the wall, and then down to his own glass again. "We'll install the phone and you'll call her, maybe that doesn't encourage Sirius to be less fearful and send Hestia a letter." Fleamont smiled. "There's nothing to lose, for either of you, just tell them how you feel."

''Haha! He would die before he did that, you know what he did last month?’’ James grinned vengefully, dodging Sirius' hand that tried to cover his mouth as his dad laughed at them both.

[...]

''OK.''

"Potter, just do it."

"Padfoot, what if she curses me-"

''She is not going.''

‘’ But she can. ’’

‘’Call her for fucking sake!’’

"Quiet or my mum will listen, and she doesn't need to know we can swear." James took a deep breath, the crumpled paper in his hands trembling as he noted the number written there, then looked at the buttons on the phone.

The man who came to install it had explained to them how it worked, but James was so nervous he'd forgotten all about it.

"Just dial!" Sirius cried for the umpteenth time, sitting beside him in the armchair, a Muggle magazine in his hands.

"Mum will kill you if she sees this." James pointed at the five women in bikinis, in very indecent positions for a rock magazine.

''Shut up Potter, and call her or I'll do it.'’ James huffed, rolling his eyes and looking at the numbers again.

Okay, he could do that.

Yes, just do it, James.

"Hello?" Evans' sweet voice sounded from the other end, it didn't sound much like her, it was a little more harsh and hurt than James used to hear, but it was definitely her. He tried to picture her by the phone, probably wearing a T-shirt from some muggle band he didn't know but would try to learn about just to impress her.

"Hello… Lily?"

“James?” Her voice radiated happiness then, as if she were grinning from ear to ear. His stomach turned over. ''Is that you?''

"Yes, yes it's me." Sirius chuckled softly, patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room, probably so James would feel more comfortable being a lovesick fool. ''How are you?''

‘’I'm fine, I… how did you call me? Did you buy a phone?

"It was something my dad had wanted for a long time, so it was pretty easy to convince him." James grinned. “I just called to…um…just to say I like you, Evans. I really like it, and maybe you don't feel that way, and I know things aren't easy, but I really care about you, and if you don't… like me, that's fine, I'll understand. But ever since you kissed me I… I keep thinking about you, and I keep thinking about kissing you again, so I called just to tell you that… I like you a lot, Lily.'' James took a deep breath, feeling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Lily took a while to speak, which made him a little, very, nervous, and James even considered hanging up the phone and never using it again, but he remembered what his dad had said about listening to what she had to say and not rush.

"I…I like you too, James." He could hear her smile, even though her voice was a little quieter now. "I can't stop thinking about you and our kiss, either." His cheeks would tear. ‘’And… would you like to go out with me? For a date?’’

"Evans, I think if you asked me to jump off a bridge right now, I would." She laughed, one of the most beautiful sounds James had ever heard in his life. ''Yes I do.''

‘’Great, I… I need to turn it off now because Petunia is taking a shower and if I take too long the water will be cold and she won't leave me alone anymore, but-’’

"I'll call you later," James said before she even asked. He didn't lie when he said he would do anything for her, and if that meant talking to her on the phone overnight, he would. It was so much better than a letter, it took less time, and there was also the fact that he could hear her voice. It couldn't be better. "See you later, Lily."

"See you, James."