#everything except the kiss is a study taken from the show and that one was literally just an improv on an existing scene where they were

[rarilee33]

if you liked Synnøve Macody Lund in Saw X as Cecilia, you might want to watch Black Widows, the 2016 Scandinavian tv show where she plays Johanne who is, for all intents and purposes, very much obviously in love with her best friend Rebecka (they do not actually kiss... but they should've)

their friend Kira is also There

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your alien husband sleeps with you

General Plot: Your alien husband wants to try sleeping in the same bed as you and you explore the building a bit.

Kherae alien (Idreod) x female reader with glasses

Word Count: 3k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: very brief sa in the form of a kiss, angst, but otherwise sfw alien fluff, mention of breeding and forced marriage.

You woke to some fresh clothes and a warm meal. After dressing and eating you straightened up the office from your passion. Idreod had knocked over a chair and dumped everything on your desk onto the floor. You were busy repotting the plants when he returned. 

He moved tightly, his fists clenching. 

“Something on your mind?” you asked. 

He looked at you, his expression shuttered. 

“There’s something I would like to discuss with you,” he said. 

You leaned against your desk, crossing one leg lazily in front of the other. Your earlier romp had put you in a good mood.

“Sure, ask me anything,” you said. 

His cheeks darkened and he suddenly looked shy. After a moment he seemed to gather his resolve and straightened his back. 

“I’d like to sleep together,” he said. 

You blinked up at him. 

“Already? You don’t need to recover?” you asked. 

His cheeks got even darker. 

“No…that’s not what I mean…I meant in bed. I thought we should sleep in the same bed at night,” he went on. 

“Oh,” you gasped, your fist going to your throat. That was something different all together. You weren’t sure you were ready for that level of intimacy. Up to that point you’d enjoyed having the privacy of your own room except for when Dessin showed up. It somehow kept the boundaries of your relationship clear. This was a contract marriage. You were your own person. 

“Nevermind, it was a silly notion…” he said, stiffly. 

“Just wait a minute,” you heard yourself say and you chewed your thumbnail, “I’m not saying no. It’s just…why do you want to sleep with me?” 

He drew his brow. 

“Dessin keeps showing up in your room. I can keep him away if I’m nearby,” he said. 

Your lip twisted. 

“Is that the only reason?” you asked. 

He flinched, seemingly taken aback by your question. 

“I…also thought…it might be nice to be closer to you,” he said quietly. 

Your heart fluttered. 

“Okay,” you said, “we can try it for one night and if we both like it then we can keep doing it.” 

He nodded. 

“I have some meetings to attend, I’ll meet you in your suite at 10. If there’s anything you need, just ask Airies.”

He gave you a quick bow before fleeing the room.  You finished straightening up and glanced at the documents Idreod wanted you to review. You wrinkled your nose at them and decided instead you wanted to explore the building. So far you’d only really seen your residence level and his study. 

“Do you need anything my lady?” Airies asked, as you passed his desk on your way out. 

“No,” you said, feeling a bit naughty, “I was just going to look around the tower a bit, if that’s okay.” 

He smiled at you. 

“Every inch of this tower is accessible to you, my lady,” he said, “the master had all of the locks keyed to your bio-signature. You can go wherever you like.” 

That surprised you. You’d expected to be treated like a prisoner, not given the keys to the castle. 

“Oh, well thank you Airies,” you said before hustling off. 

You started with the floor you were on, poking your head into Idreod’s library of human books. There were some airy meeting spaces, as well as the small kitchen and utility rooms used by the maids. 

The next floor down were lush guest bedrooms. You were  heading to the elevator to go to the next floor when your vision went dark. 

“What the-” 

“Guess who?” a voice said in your ear. 

You jumped and whirled around to find Dessin standing behind you. His face was still bruised, but he looked otherwise okay. 

“Dessin!” you exclaimed, “how are you feeling?” 

He gave you a lopsided smile. 

“It warms my heart that you were worried about me,” he said. 

You blushed and took a step back. 

“Well I watched you get beat up, of course I was worried about you,” you said. 

“I feel better,” he said, “we Kherae are durable and heal quickly. My brother didn’t do any permanent damage. I’m more worried about you.” 

You shook your head and held up your hands. 

“Don’t be worried about me. I’m completely fine,” he explained. 

He pinched your chin between his fingers. 

“I can tell you’re like Idreod,” he said, frowning, “you take everything on your shoulders. It’s okay to share the burden sometimes.” 

You took a step out of his grasp and looked at your shoes. 

“Dessin, if you continue on like this you’re going to get really hurt,” you said. 

He made a noise in the back of his throat and advanced on you. You stumbled back into the wall behind you and his hand hit it, caging you in. 

“Do you think I care if my big brother bullies me?” he hissed. You felt his tail wind around your calf, the tip gliding eagerly up and down your skin. 

“Um…” you gulped, “I just mean. I want you two to get along. You are brothers and you shouldn’t fight.” 

His other hand drifted to your face and his finger grazed your cheek. His ink, black eyes studied you. He smirked. 

“Maybe…for you,” he said, “I can be persuaded.” 

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away. 

“Dessin, you are too close,” you protested. 

He sighed, stepping back. 

“You are like my brother in that way, too. Too responsible,” he grumbled, “he’s taking advantage of your sense of duty and manipulating you.” 

You shrugged. 

“It’s a simple transaction. I know what I agreed to,” you argued. 

He chuckled darkly. 

“You have no idea what it’s like living with my brother for years. He will make you feel so small just with his presence,” he muttered, “I don’t wish that future for you.” 

You put your hand on his arm. 

“You two have all of these ideas about each other, but if you just talked…” you said. 

He shook his head. 

“Talked? Talked about what? Talking only gives him a chance to belittle me,” he said, his eyes wet. 

You bit your lip. Maybe you didn’t know Idreod well. The side he’d shown you was completely different than how he treated his brother. There was a massive chasm between the two of them you weren’t sure how to bridge. 

“He and my father always thought I was useless,” he went on, wiping his eye with the back of his hand, “nothing I did was ever good enough for them. My father only ever cared about Idreod. He was the model child. He told me he even looks like my mother, that’s why he liked looking at his face. Mine offended him. He sent me away to school. He didn’t even visit me on vacations and Idreod just ate it all up. He loved being father’s favorite.”

“It sounds like your father was a hard man,” you said, “I wonder if Idreod was as happy as you think he was.” 

He looked somewhere over your shoulder. 

“It doesn’t matter. He’s just like him now,” he said, “he’s always looking down on me. He wont even let me help with the family business. He wants to control everything so everyone is beholden to him. It’s the only way he can keep anyone around with his horrible personality. He couldn’t even find a wife on his own, he had to buy you to get a female to even spend time in his presence.” 

“That seems really lonely,” you commented, “it doesn’t seem like he had a lot of opportunities for social interaction as a child.” 

His eyes flicked to you. 

“You are too reasonable,” he said, smiling through damp eyes, “Idreod really doesn’t deserve you.” 

He seemed to be thinking about something before he came to a resolution. 

“I’m going to fix this for you,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Wha…Wait a second!” you shook your head quickly and raised your hands, “you really don’t have to do that Dessin. Everything is fine!” 

He grabbed you by the waist and leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was nothing like Idreod’s and it was not welcome, but it was over before you had a moment to push him away. 

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N), I’ll protect you,” he said, “I have a plan.” 

“Listen to me,” you argued, “I really don’t need any help, Dessin.” 

He shook his head and pushed your hair out of your face. 

“You’re so innocent-” 

Someone cleared their throat and you looked over Idreod’s shoulder to find Airies standing there, looking annoyed. 

“Master Dessin,” he said, tapping his foot. “I’m sure you have other things to do than assault the lady.”  

“Nobody asked-”

You quickly slid around Dessin’s wide body. 

“Oh good Airies,” you said, trying to thank him with your eyes, “I was just looking for you. We should review some carpet samples for this floor. I don’t like the color of this one. In fact, let’s remodel the entire floor. The whole thing needs to be redone. I’m sure it will take us all day, so let’s start now!” 

“Of course, my lady,” he said, holding out his hand, “please come with me. There’s a pretty conservatory on the roof. I’ll have some samples and tea arranged. Access to the top three floors is strictly monitored, so you can enjoy your privacy.” 

You almost tripped over yourself rushing out of there. 

 “(Y/N)!” Dessin called after you. 

You glanced over your shoulder as Airies hustled you into the elevator. 

“Wait for me!” he called as the doors closed. 

When he was out of sight, you leaned against the wall and rubbed your eyes, groaning. 

“Are you feeling alright, my lady?” he asked. 

You sighed. 

“Yes, just a little light headed. Tea will help…Tell me, how long have the two of them been at odds with one another?” you asked. 

“I’ve never seen the master and his brother get along,” he said, “the only interaction they have is when the master hands out his monthly stipend.” 

He paused. 

“But I will say, the master always insists on giving it to Master Dessin personally. He calls him to his office every time. I used to think it was because he liked to hold it over the young Master’s head, but sometimes I wonder if maybe it is the only opportunity he has to see him.” 

You nodded. Family was important to you and if you was going to be part of this family, you wanted it to be whole. There had to be a way to bring Dessin and Idreod together. 

–

Idreod stood outside of your bedroom staring at the door. Maybe he should have had you meet him in his room, he wondered. Would I be more comfortable with you in his space? He shook his head. It was about your comfort. You would be more comfortable in your own bed. 

He’d spent 45 minutes deciding on pajamas, finally choosing some gray sweatpants at Airies recommendation. He thought they were a little casual, but he insisted that human women unilaterally appreciated this simple garment. He hoped his bare chest didn’t repulse you. 

In battle, he overcame his nerves by imagining my victory, but what was victory in this battle? He didn’t know what he expected from sleeping next to you…He just knew for some reason he wanted to. 

Are you going to stand here all night? 

Idreod took a deep breath and turned the knob, forcing one foot in front of the other. 

“Oh Idreod, you came!” you said, looking up from your book. 

Your eyes immediately dropped to his crotch and he realized why Airies recommended these pants. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, hurriedly finding somewhere that was not the massive log imprinted in his sweatpants or his tantalizingly sculpted bare chest to look,  “you look flushed. Come sit down. Did you have a tiring day?”

You dropped your book and rose to your knees. As Idreod watched your ruffled hair brush your bare cheeks and the sleepy glitter in your eyes when you looked up at him his mouth fell open. 

He realized all at once he didn’t deserve this. He was trying to cheat and buy something that didn’t rightfully belong to him. This was some other male’s wife, dressed in a chaste white nightgown in your bed. Someone who’d fallen in love with you honestly. Someone who had bought you flowers, read you poetry, and charmed his way into your heart over years. Someone who had asked your permission. Maybe he was a childhood friend, who’d pined for you from afar. Maybe he’d have met you in a cafe and bought you a drink. Whoever he was, Idreod stole this moment from him. 

He crossed the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He was a greedy bastard. He wasn’t going to let that male have you. 

“I’m just glad to see you,” Idreod said, honestly. 

You smiled and your cheeks warmed, while you sank back down into the fluffy comforter. A big yawn overtook you and he laughed. 

“Did you have a productive afternoon?” he asked you. 

You made a noise in the back of your throat and gathered yourself. For the sake of the entire household and Dessin’s life you were not mentioning his kiss from earlier, though he deserved to get roughed up for jumping you.  

“Yes. I’ve decided to remodel the guest level so I looked at carpet samples with Airies,” you said, “but I ended up going with warm wood floors instead of carpet after all. I’ll pick out some nice rugs to soften it up.” 

“Redecorate the whole building,” he told you, “I just had the architect copy our office on Akhet and add the residential floors. I’ve always thought it was a little ugly.”

He rubbed his chin. 

“Or maybe we should build a new building with an architect of your choice, it is your home. It should represent the archduchess’ taste,” he went on. 

You held up your hands and shook your head. 

“Oh no!” you said, “I think one floor is plenty. Inspiration just struck me when I was there. Heh. Heh.” 

You rubbed your neck, nervously and Idreod didn’t want to make you feel pushed so he backed off. 

“Of course, you don’t have to do it all at once,” he said. 

You cocked her head at him. 

“Why are you sitting like that?” you asked, “aren’t you going to get in bed?” 

“Yes,” he said, stiffly, his eyes a bit wide. 

You looked at me for a moment while he failed to move, staring at you, before pulling back the covers for him. 

“Come on, get in,” you said. 

He blinked at you and his eyes looked a bit wet for a moment. She welcomed me into her bed, he thought, his mind drifting. 

He stiffly climbed into the bed next to you. 

“Do you like to read before bed?” you asked, holding up a small tablet and your book, “I have the one I’m reading in hard copy, so you can borrow my e-reader if you want. I have an unlimited subscription.” 

He took the little device and flipped through the bestseller list without absorbing the titles. Beside him you settled in. It was nice sitting next to him, reading. You’d thought you would be uncomfortable and feel put upon, but it actually felt nice, domestic. You could see yourself doing this every night. 

You thought you would have trouble sleeping, but soon the words of your book ran together and your head bobbed a few times and then you toppled over onto Idreod’s shoulder, snoring lightly. 

He gently slipped the book out of your hand and glanced at the page you were on. 

“There was no light in this world before you, darling. It was a cold, barren desert crawling with twisted souls. You brought the sun. You brought the dawn...” 

He wished he had pretty words for you. Would his petty words even bear any weight on your heart? 

He pulled your glasses off of your nose and folded them, placing them on the bedside table. Careful not to wake you, he pulled you into his chest. You moaned lightly and shifted, burying your face in his bare skin.

His heart pounded and he worried it would disturb you with how loud it was rapping at the inside of his ribcage. He barely slept the entire night. He dozed, waking to watch you sleep only to fall asleep again. Maybe he was worried you were a dream and would slip out of his fingers.

[shinyrhinestones]

Two doors down

Summary: Reader has had a bad day, and tries to cheer herself up by going to a party she has been invited to, where she ends up meeting a cute boy. (Yes, it’s based on the Dolly Parton song). Reader doesn’t work at the BAU.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader

Category: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff and smut.

Warnings: Alcohol, partying, kissing, Reader has quite long hair, Reader is studying to become an archaeologist, but Reader is about the same age as Spencer. Smut, soft intercourse, petting, protected intercourse, making-out.

This is my first time writing a little more explicit so it might not be that good…

Also English isn’t my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

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Bad days happen, and that's okay. But they definitely don't make the targeted person feel very good. I guess, it's only a bad day if you let it be. But honestly today had just been straight up a horrible day, and I wasn't sure if any of that could be saved. The day wasn't over yet, but still, it felt like alot to make up for. First of all, the weather had been horrible. It was raining heavily. Thunder coming every now and then giving me a shock, because of how loud it is. Everything had been so irritating today. My sleeves kept getting stuck onto doorhandles, kept dropping things and my hair wouldn't cooperate with me.

The rain drops had felt like sharp diamant pieces falling onto my skin and hair. I had let out a deep sigh entering the warm building of my school. But it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world sitting on those unbearable chairs in my school, and just walking around in general with completely wet and soaked socks and pants. And my long hair dripping onto the floor. My classmates had been obnoxious. Maybe I just felt that way, because I was already in a bad mood and on edge.

I had completely forgotten about the whole party my friend, Elle was having. Work had been taking up my whole mind that day, that when I looked at my calender I almost had a heart attack. Luckily, I didn't need to worry about the weather and having to find a way of transportation in it, because Elle lived just two doors down from my apartment.

I didn't know what to wear or if what I wanted to wear was even clean. So I decided to worry about that later, and jumped into the shower. One thing at a time.

The warm shower, helped with relaxing and clearing my mind. Also, that meant my hair could sit better, than it had the whole day. I found some clothes that fit a party, like the one I was going to. It wasn't going to be anything wild, but just a gathering with some music and games. I never really went to wild parties anyways.

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Music was playing at a fitting volume, with people chatting and some playing games like limbo. It was entertaining watching how low people could get until it was just impossible, unless you wanted to break a bone. I was watching some of them, smiling and laughing at it. I did feel a little tired, rubbing my eyes here and then, but I found the athmospehere of my friends apartment too comforting to leave. Also, I didn't want to just show up and then quickly scram from the whole event. Unless, I had a good exuse, and I didn't. So I was sitting there on her black couch, leaning an elbow on my leg and resting my head on my fist. I had a can of beer infront of me, but I had only taken like one sip from it. I really wasn't in the mood for getting drunk or being hungover. I felt the weight on the couch shift when a young man sat next to me. I looked over shortly to see who it was, and to my surprise I didn't recognize him. I knew everyone else at the party, except for him. I straigthened my posture a bit, studied his side profile as he looked at the limbo that was happening. He had a sharp jawline, cute button nose and dark hair. Hair that wasn't to short nor was it too long. "Hi"I softly said. The man turned to me, with raised eyebrows and curious eyes. I already loved staring into those brown doe eyes. "Hi" He replied. A small vague smile formed on my face, and I could see one on his face too. "I'm Y/N" I said, and studied his face further.

"I'm Spencer" He said like he had been holding a long breath. He nodded a little at me, as his way of greeting me, and I must've mirrored his gesture. "How do you know Elle?" I asked, and started fidgeting with the can. The can had gone warm, after just sitting on the coffee table for so long. "I work with her. We're really good friends from work" His lips went into a straight line alot of the time, and I couldn't stop staring at them. They were pink and looked so kissable.

Elle had recently gotten the opening at the BAU as a profiler. Maybe that was why she held this little party, to celebrate in a way. I'm not sure. She didn't say so. I looked over at Elle, who was already eyeing me and Spencer. She smiled at me, and then looked back at the game she was occupied with.

"At the BAU?" I asked, knowing the answer already. But it was just to hear more from that pretty mouth of his. He nodded. "Yes, we work as profilers." He said a little low, like he didn't actually want me to hear him. I felt a warm feeling spreading through my chest, just by looking at him. His own fingers were fidgeting, and he looked around alot. Behind me, infront of himself and only managed eye contact for a few seconds. He tucked his hair behind his ears, and I really wanted to touch it myself. Run my fingers through his dark hair and feel the hopefully soft and nice feeling. I could only imagine it being delicate.

"How do you know her?" He wondered. "I met Elle, when I moved here. I wanted to see if law enforcement was for me, and during my search for maybe my law enforcement education I met Elle. She worked with sex crimes." He smiled the whole time I was trying to find the right words, for my explanation. He nodded along the whole time. "So did you choose law enforcement?" He asked. "No. It felt like there was other great stuff out there for me. I think law enforcement would've been fun, but I feel like there was just more fun stuff out there" I tried to explain my best, but I was truly nervous around this beautiful man. Everytime I meet a handsome man, I find it hard to not be anxious just a little. I bounced my leg up and down, looking around the apartment. The window had been opened to probably ease the smell of alcohol. A cold breeze was lingering in the apartment. Cars were driving by and stars were shining down onto earth. "So what do you do?" "I am studying. I want to become an archaeologist."

Spencer had seemed very intrigued by my interest in history, and talked to me almost all evening about facts and stories including the past. I listened to him, finding it cute the way he was talking and rambling. And honestly, I was happy to have met someone who was interested in something I was. After alot of talking, people were moving over to the living room to rest, and sat down around where me and Spencer had been sitting.

"Hey, do you want to maybe go somewhere more private? A lot of people are moving over here. We could talk about it more, if we just moved." I leaned in close to Spencer, so only he could hear me. My voice was almost a whisper. Spencer felt my breath on him, which only made his fluttering heart go wilder.

He'd been feeling so lucky to have been able to keep a conversation with a stranger, and that that person made him feel that special and rare feeling inside.

"Oh..yeah- uhm..sure" He looked down, not being able to look at me anymore. I could see a small blush being painted onto his pretty cheeks. I stood up, and waited for him to follow my lead.

I stopped walking for a moment to talk to him shortly. "We could just go to my place, it's in the same building"

Spencer had agreed with a shy: Yes. And a nod.

-

Elle had given me a funny look, when I told I was leaving as Spencer did too.

But it didn’t really matter what Elle was thinking because I was now in my own apartment with a guy who was very attractive both physically and personally.

He was shy, kind, clever, sweet and understanding. He seemed to actually listen and be interested in what I was saying. I did go to school with a bunch of people who are also interested in it, but none of those people made me feel the way Spencer did. He had a soft nature to him, and it was almost like I could see the goodness ray and shine around him.

“You have a nice place.” He complimented. I wasn’t sure if he felt obligated to say that, but I appreciated the kindness.

“Thank you.” I replied, and sat down on my couch. “You can look around if you want” I’m not sure why I said that, to a man who I just had met, but it slipped.

He looked through some of the books I read, and kept going on these ramblings about facts and whatnot about what these books reminded him of. And I just sat there and listened with a soft smile, and probably pink cheeks.

He sat down next to me, and a small silence filled. He didn’t really look at me, when he sat down. But at one moment he did, and that’s when my I didn’t even think before I acted. I kissed him, and brought my hands up to his face. I let my hands caress his cheeks, and up to his hair. I felt his own hands wrap around my body holding me closer than before. His lips were so soft. I could feel every single butterfly basking it’s wings in my belly.

At one point we had to pull away for air.

We just looked at each other. In to the others eyes, studying them. I know, I could look into his pretty ones for an eternity. I tilted my head while looking at him. My arms rested around his neck, and his were still around me. They were careful and gentle. His hands were large and honestly so beautiful.

Then I kissed him again. I swear I could see the almost hypnotized look in his eyes, and the way his breath got caught in his throat. But he melted into the kiss, just like his body did. I couldn’t keep my hands away from his hair. He started to lay his body on top of mine, which I was only happy to experience. Feeling his weight on me, but of course he didn’t lay all of his weight on me. But it still felt nice to have him so close.

As we laid there just kissing and letting our hands wander on each other, we both got more into it.

So I asked him. Carefully though. I really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I wouldn’t know if he wanted to if I didn’t ask. He seemed completely hypnotized in some way. He mumbled a yes, and I had pushed him off me to sit up on the couch both of us. I think that had scared him. That he had done something wrong, but that was not my intention at all. I just wanted to ask him about his boundaries and what he likes, and then I told him my own aswell. I’ve always found it important to know each others boundrasies and no-go’s in order to have a good time together.

I normally wouldn’t really have gone this far with someone I’ve only known for a few hours.

I guess, the reason why I did it was because I had had a bad day and just needed something to relieve all of my tension and frustration.

I remember holding his hand and guiding him to my bedroom, with him following me like a puppy in a crowd.

The light in my room wasn’t too bright because I just turned on the bedside lamp. I went over to close the door, and when I turned around Spencer was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I decided to just lay down on the bed guiding him on me.

He started kissing down my neck and went down to my collarbone. His hands slid under my blouse, and caressed the skin under. I had reached for the buttons on his shirt and started unbuttoning them. I immediately let my hands roam over the already exposed skin on his chest. We didn’t even break the kiss, while we snuck our hands under each others clothing.

But at one point we had to break the kiss to get off each others clothing completely. Being intimate with Spencer was a time worth remembering. He was a lover who really cared.

We were both bare at this point. He had taken my shirt off and didn’t even throw it. He just let it fall from his grip onto the edge of the bed, not even looking where it landed. He kissed down my neck and down my collarbone. I sighed, and my hands ran through his dark hair. His hands slowly and carefully brushed down my belly, and right when he was to touch my most sensitive spot, he looked up at me.

His brown puppy dog eyes looked up at me through his eyelashes. “Can I?” His voice was low and comforting in a way. “Yes” I looked back at him with a subtle smile, resting my weight on my elbows. He ghosted his middle finger above my already wet folds. He didn’t put any pressure yet. He kissed my belly and kissed down my hips, and then let lingering kisses on my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, enjoying the gentleness from a man like him.

I opened my eyes again, looking at how pretty he was exploring me. He caressed one of my thighs with one of his large hands. His other hand softly sliding through my folds, before hus middle finger ended upon my clit. He started to rub his finger against it in circles. I started panting just a little, my breath getting heavier. I let out a barely audible whine, but because it was quiet in my quite small flat, and it was just me and him, he heard it.

I reached for a condom in drawer of my nightstand.

“Could you wear protection?” I asked so I wasn’t just doing stuff without being thoughtful.

He noddded. “Oh- No, yes of course”

I remember how his eyes were observing my figure. He looked completely star struck. I probably had the same look on my face. It was rare for me to see a man who was handsome, cute and beautiful but Spencer was definitely all of those. His eyes were a mix of brown and green, shining with admiration. His hair framed his face perfectly even though it was messy, and all over the place.

My finger traced down his nose. I opened the condom and let the wrapper be on the bedside table.

He had been hard ever since I guided him on top of me. He was holding himself up with his hands on the sides of me. I put it on him, and held him closer to me right when I got it on him.

I kissed him and he immediately kissed back. His thumbs were sliding up the sides of my waist and I slowly guided him towards my entrance. I sighed, and held my arms around him, caressing every now and then. Before I let him enter I reached my hand down to wrap my hand around him, and letting it stroke a few times. His eyes fluttered, and he let out a short moan. Hearing him moan like that, made me a little impatient. It only made me want more of him. I kissed his jawline and then left kisses on his throat, holding him closer to reach him.

I then guided him towards my entrance letting him enter this time. I took in a breath, feeling him like this was a little surreal. This man was so sweet, and here I was being this intimate with him. Spencer let out soft moan, and kissed him on my lips. He didn’t move, until I let one hand reach his lower back and told him to.

“Move Spencer” I whispered against his delicate skin. I whined when he started to move at a steady pace. I knew he was trying to hold in his own sounds. I saw him biting his bottom lip, and how he only let out small huffs every now and then.

“I wanna hear you, Spencer” I said in between breaths. Everytime he hit a spot that really felt good I let out a real moan. But it wasn’t that loud. Not that it didn’t feel good, but normally I’m not that loud. Whenever someone would be moaning with their chest I knew they were faking it. Its supposed to come from the down in the stomach, where the pleasure shoots up. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, before he finally let himself relax and let sounds and noises go.

I closed my eyes, and held him as close as I could. “Hold me” I muttered and he immediately obeyed. His long arms and large hands held me securely but gently in his grip. His chest close to mine.

I’m not really sure how much time had passed, but I guess that doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that it felt good. He was doing it just right, hitting the right spot inside of me. I was panting much heavier now along with Spencer. I felt it building up in my stomach. “I’m almost there” I said almost breathless. “Spencer” I barely whined. His lips parted a little his eyes studying me before he let out: “Oh god” I felt his thrusts getting more slow, but it still added onto the heavenly feeling. My body tensed. I held onto him for dear life, letting out a choked moan. He started leaving butterfly kisses on my jawline, before he let more lingering kisses on my neck. My back arched a little, and my head leaned into his touch.

Shortly after I felt himself let go. I heard his low moan, and felt his body almost collapse on me. His body was sweaty and his eyes closed in a moment of bliss. I relaxed in his embrace and let myself rest against my bed. I let out a final sigh and Spencer smiled at the sight of me. I saw his soft smile at me, when my eyelids fluttered open. A breathy giggle came out of me, and I caressed his cheeks, as he leaned his face into my hands. He crawled next to me and sat up. I admired his figure, before I got up myself to get cleaned up just like him.

Even though the day had started badly it ended up becoming a good day. Or atleast a better day.

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[macabrecravings]

A Token of my Adoration

Pairings: One-sided relationship, Brahms Heelshire/Greta Evans, & Greta Evans/Malcolm Summary: After experiencing particularly lusty thoughts, Brahms takes wanking off to a new level. (AKA, everything in the movie could still be canon, except the Greta doll at the end isn't pristine. Whoops.) Warnings: NSFW! Explicit Sexual Content (Smut) & Non-Consensual Voyeurism

2.6k words // Read on AO3 or here below the cut ✂

Images of Greta were relentlessly invading Brahms's mind. Sure, he thought about her a lot. That was a given, considering they were the only two living in the house.

Today, Greta had captivated him more than usual. From the looks of it, nothing had changed. Her attire was the same. She hadn't gotten a haircut. (Other than the one strand of hair Brahms had cut and taken for himself.) But that blended in with the rest of it. She just looked fucking stunning. Through the cracks in the walls, his green eyes were glued to her, practically observing every move she made. 

Perhaps his fixation stemmed from Greta's actions. She was finally getting comfortable, following the rules after he “confronted her”. The feeling of acceptance and normalcy likely sent him reeling. She was finally giving him what he wanted. 

On the other hand, it was a Tuesday. Brahms wasn't stupid. He witnessed how Greta beamed when Malcolm was around. The way that she spent longer sitting at the vanity and getting dressed when he delivered groceries on Wednesdays. Now that she was devoted to Brahms, she refused to leave the house. Brahms was delighted at this until he realized Malcolm would show up randomly throughout the week. Just to visit her and “keep her company”.

Therefore, Greta's appearance change was because she was primping herself for the grocery boy. The thought irritated Brahms. He cursed his parents for choosing Malcolm. He may have been the best fit for the job; he didn't ask questions, and he'd been around for a while, but Brahms hated him. Every time he weaseled his way into the Heelshire House, he became bolder, more flirtatious, and Greta reciprocated it.

They couldn't see that Brahms should be taking care of her, just like she took care of him. Malcolm wasn't supposed to be part of the picture.

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At one point, Greta sat in his childhood bedroom, lounging and reading a book. Her arm was around the doll, holding him close to her. They were positioned together as if he could read the book with her. Mostly, what Brahms was fixated on, was the way the doll was nestled against her breast.

He yearned to be that close to her. To feel her body heat pressed against him, graze her soft body with his strong hands. The desire for touch wasn't even inherently sexual. If he laid with her, they could read books. He would adore turning on the gramophone in the study room and dancing with her. Truly, he would take anything he could get. As long as their bodies were together.

Would he prefer it if he could get handsy with her? Well… yes. It was something that he often imagined. If they were to dance together, he could lead her by the small of her back. Maybe even let his hands wander further down. He would dance with her until they were tired, to hear her panting breaths close to his face and see her chest heave. They could kiss like they were in a fairy tale. He would press his lips to hers, and she would return it with a kiss to his forehead, or his cheek, possibly even dip her face in his neck and make him shudder.

He wanted her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms clinging around his head and shoulders, fingers digging in his curls as he carried her across the house. Her breasts would be pressed against him, and he wouldn't let go of her until they stood in a bedroom. There, they could start living happily ever after. He would love, care for, and take her every way he could imagine. He could lose himself in her love, passion, and devotion. Or, he could take it easy. It would be fine either way. He was patient. Greta was the only one in his heart, other than his parents, and they'd left him with her.

Malcolm was in the way, taking her away from their happily ever after, but it was okay. Brahms would come up with something soon. Some way to reveal the real him to Greta soon. Without scaring her away.

Whether it be his thoughts, the heat trapped in the walls, or a mixture of both, Brahms felt flushed. Under the porcelain mask, his breathing was abnormal. A familiar ache in his lower stomach was present, driving him crazy as the warmth flooded between his legs.

Softly, he stood up straight and pressed a hand against the wall, keeping himself steady. The other slid across his body, over his chest hair, and down, down, down. It didn't stop until it was tucked under his waistband, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He couldn’t help himself. Meticulously, stroked himself, working his way around it.

With a slow, controlled breath, he slid his pants down his hip bones and pulled it out. This gave him more room. Using the newfound space to his advantage, he began rubbing himself from the base to the tip. The heat in his stomach became a fire, roaring inside of him and spreading across his whole body.

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It only took a few minutes for his self-control to start stripping away. That was a dangerous line to walk. She'd be alerted that he was there if he was too loud. But he was flooded with temptations that he couldn't ignore. He hated being so close, yet so far from her. Always watching from the sidelines, unable to experience anything himself. 

Greta treated the doll so tenderly that he couldn’t help but feel jealous. It should be him lying and reading with her. Her dainty hands should be caressing him as she whispered those sweet affirmations.

Soon, he was panting, leaning his hips forward until his pelvis was in contact with the wall. He thrust his hips into his hand, practically fucking himself against it. Brahms couldn't control the moan that sounded deep in his throat. He was afraid that the walls of his mouth would let it slip through his lips and give away his secret, but it didn't. He let his eyes close, rolling back in his head. 

He was too far gone, too out of control to stop himself. He kept grinding his hips, thrusting and thrusting. His breathing accelerated and soon, his heart was beating a million miles a minute. The sound of movement from beyond the wall pulled Brahms out of his fantasies. His stomach dropped, eyes jolting open.

“It’s time for dinner now, Brahms.” Greta's muffled voice echoed in his ears. The sound of his name on her lips made his entire body tingle. He peeked through the hole in the wall, watching her. Little Brahms was under her arm as she placed the book on the shelf. Then, she turned on her heel, striding out of the room. No, he cursed silently. Need to see her. Fuck. 

She closed the door behind her, unaware of the thud as Brahms's fist slammed angrily against the wall. He stood there in distress while his whole body buzzed. The feel of his hot breath was all he could feel behind the mask. It was wet and uncomfortable; his breath had created condensation against the porcelain. An inkling inside of him wanted to take it off. No one was around to see him, but it was also the only thing that made him feel secure. He was misbehaving, being a bad boy. The mask was the only sense of normalcy in this situation. He didn't like change, and everything was different. So, the mask stayed on.

Painfully, he tucked his cock back into his pants, taking deep breaths in an attempt to ease the heaving of his chest. He thought about his options, deciding to take care of himself somewhere else instead of following her down to the kitchen.

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The inside of the walls was a familiar maze. Brahms followed them, twisting and turning until he made his way up to his hideout on the third floor. When he got there, his green cardigan was promptly slipped off of his shoulders. It slumped to the ground with a muted thud. Still, his hands worked quickly, unclipping his suspenders. He pushed his sagging pants down, stepped out of them, and climbed onto his bed.

One leg was thrown haphazardly over the doll, which took up most of the space on his bed. He straddled it, pausing for a moment to think. What would he do, if it really was Greta under his weight? He pushed a handful of shaggy curls out of his eyesight, pulling the mask up— only enough to expose the bottom half of his face. His vision was quite obscured this way, but it could benefit his imagination. Brahms leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric.

All over, he pressed kisses to it, his hands roaming, groping the stuffed rag doll. The dress it wore smelled heavenly. He buried his nose in it, inhaling her perfume. With a slight angle of his hips, Brahms had his bulge pressed against it.

A heavy breath escaped his lips. The underwear he was wearing was discarded and tossed across the room in an instant. The head of his cock was grazing Greta's dress, already threatening to leak pre-cum from earlier. 

It gave him a quick pause, snapping him back into reality for a second. This would defile her dress and disrespect his homage to her. Though, when he lifted the doll’s skirt and tried to rub against its exposed stomach, the burlap scratched at his sensitive skin. It was nowhere near as pleasant as the soft fabric of her dress.

Once again, he pressed his dick against the coral fabric to test the friction. It'd have to work. His body stirred, and he began to move, rubbing himself against it. Hands made their way to either side of her, holding himself steady as he got off. Brahms let his eyes close, trying to picture her in his mind. Imagine what it could be like to thrust himself inside of her, or even rub his cock against her warm thigh instead of what was essentially a pillow wearing her clothes. He bit his lip, leaning in and letting the perfume tickle his nose again. It fueled his fantasies, causing him to thrust faster, building up more friction against his throbbing cock.

Back and forth, his hips slid, absolutely reveling in how the fabric felt. A whimper was pulled from his throat, making his breath hitch. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep from crying out. Instead, he forced himself to focus on the sensation. The way it felt to press something against the mattress, to have his full weight leaning on his arms. He wanted it to be her. For her to be able to hear how desperate she made him. Brahms could be good, better than Malcolm. He was taller, stronger. He would give her what she wanted, make her feel sublime, and love her in a way that he'd never loved anyone in his life. 

Ragged breaths and heavy pants filled the room, consumed by the walls. Brahms's eyes opened to the sight of porcelain. Irritated, he pushed the mask to the very top of his head. At this point, the only thing it keeping it steady was his curls. Without them to keep the string intact, his mask would've fallen right off. His white tank top was stripped off, which left him exposed in the darkness.

Brahms's fingers gripped at the rag doll, roaming across her chest and arms. Then, he held the back of its head, his other hand slipping under its back, holding it close to him in an embrace. They were practically laid flat against his bed, chest-to-chest now. He held it tight, its wig brushing against his bare arm. With the new position, his cock was pressed between the doll and his own stomach. When he brought his hips forward, the friction was heavenly. It sent ripples of pleasure down his spine and throughout his entire body. He'd found the right amount of pressure he'd been yearning for. Along with a soft sense of intimacy, only dulled why the fact that the object of his affection couldn't wrap her arms around him, too. His hips jerked forward, hitting the fabric over and over, more intensely. Faster, harder, and more desperately as he teetered on the edge of release, swiftly drawing closer.

 If the feel of his own stomach was anything to go off of, grinding against the real Greta would probably put him in his grave. He knew the feel of his own body, but the touch of another-- especially a woman, was an untouched territory. He didn't know what he should expect. This felt good, fuck, but he was sure that it would be better.

Before he could even prepare for it, he was coming. A breathless groan escaped his lips, a sound of raw desire as sparks of pleasure shot through his body. The waves crashed over him, taking him away. As his cock pulsed and released, warm liquid shot up his stomach and against the doll. His shoulder muscles tightened with apprehension. So, he quickly rolled off of the doll and collapsed back onto the bed. Tissues sat merely an arm's reach away, on the nightstand. He reached for them, alarm rising over the pleasure from his orgasm. 

His cock twitched, still dripping from the tip. He wiped himself off with a tissue, dreading the idea of getting cum on Greta's dress. The release was explosive, his orgasm leaving him weak in the knees and gasping for air. It would take him a few moments to catch his breath before he could check.

If the dress was stained, he'd be upset. Since Greta moved in, laundry was impossible to do. There was a bathtub in his room, back behind the walls, but he was too nervous to use it. The plumbing in the house was already audible enough, at least from where he stood, so it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume that she would hear the running water. There was no way he'd be able to run the washing machine and dryer, and still have time to get his clothes from it without detection.

For a moment, he stayed there; limp, spent, and worried. Then, he blinked his eyes, hard. His breathing had calmed, and his muscles were no longer rigid. The air was cool against his bare skin, even without proper circulation in the room. He gathered the nerves to sit up and trail his eyes over the doll, garnering the damage he'd done. 

Where he'd been laying, the dress was spattered with cum. In the grand scheme of things, it was only a few dark spots, but he frowned. He'd fucked up. She was tainted. He'd made her dirty like him. That was bad. That was really, really bad. 

His heart sank, and he slumped forward, burying his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he breathed. 

Feeling worn out, Brahms got dressed and laid back on the bed with the doll. It took up practically the whole twin-sized bed, yet he refused to move it. She, Greta, was his main priority. Even over himself. He just… wasn’t able to show it to her. 

So, instead, he cuddled up next to it. The rumbling in his stomach wasn’t enough to keep him awake; he was fatigued. He’d just have to sneak downstairs and eat after Greta went to bed. He pulled the blanket up over the both of them, and soon, the room fell into darkness.

[saintsenara]

back with more for @hprecfest - although i'll be skipping day three because i have the concentration span of a kitten and therefore no chance of making it through a podfic...

day two: favourite comfort fics

two boys kissing by writcraft sirius black/severus snape mature | 6.8k words

why i recommend it:

because I'm a sucker for both sirius and snape getting a happy ending, and this fic delivers this within a beautiful, gentle examination of the horrors of sirius' young adult life and the way that hope and desire are things he clings to during the lonely misery of his confinement in azkaban. the repeated motif of the sky always gets to me:

when he showers, he whistles a song. he’s not sure he knows it’s name, but he can remember strobe lights and the way snape looked when he was as young as sirius can remember him being. that was back in the days when severus tried so hard not to be queer and sirius thought he had everything to live for.

sirius spits out toothpaste into the sink and contemplates himself in the mirror. it looks like there’ll be a thunderstorm tonight. he puts his toothbrush into the glass and moves into the room, poking his head out of the window. the wind has gathered momentum but the sky is clear.

he breathes in the air and watches the stars.

so bracing by @kellychambliss minerva mcgonagall/severus snape teen | 9.2k words

why i recommend it:

because i love to see older woman/younger man relationships in fandom - there's still far too few of them - and because i love to see fics from the perspective of minor characters, and this, which is as much a careful and generous character study of tom the barman (and the town of skegness) as it is of its central couple never fails to make me smile:

tom took the chance of sitting down again, and when he didn't get tossed out on his arse, he felt a little emboldened. "and you thought you wanted this? life in a muggle pub in skegness?"

snape loaded a glass into a dishpan, and then another. and another.

"my family," he said, just when tom had decided that he probably wasn't going to say anything at all. "my family wasn't one for holidays. it was all my father could do to keep food on the table, once the mills failed. and once the drinking started. but before all that, there was one summer -- spring, actually. may. we couldn't afford high summer season. da somehow saw his way clear to taking my mother and me to the seaside. i was about six. we came here. skegness. we froze our arses off."

"skegness is. . . so bracing," tom murmured, and snape snorted.

"in a word. three days in a grotty little caravan. cheap, greasy food. saw a sad muggle magic show." he loaded more glasses with a crash. "i loved it. fucking loved the lot of it. "

never gonna give you up by @laeveteinn harry potter/lord voldemort teen | 15k words

why i recommend it:

because it makes me shriek. i'm not usually a fan of either professor harry or professor voldemort fics, but it turns out that my exception is when they're forced to work together as a team because harry's newly-divorced and adrift in a world which no longer makes sense and voldemort's a ghost who's obsessed with memes:

“what are you thinking so intently about?” voldemort murmurs. “you mustn’t overtax your brain, it wasn’t meant for hard activity.”

harry snorts. “honestly, i’m just trying to figure out where albus got his bad taste in men. it’s not ginny; lars isn’t actually that terrible.”

and for some reason, voldemort lets out a lengthy sigh.

clay by @titconao3 harry potter & severus snape general | 46k words

why i recommend it:

because i have an unstoppable fondness for the concept of redemption, which is hugely and unfairly maligned in this fandom, and this story is an astonishingly beautiful meditation on the theme, not only in how it approaches both snape and harry as they come to terms with the war and what it has taken from them, but in how it portrays tobias snape and his own reckoning with his past and quest to make amends with his son:

tobias was on a roll. “you lot, always talking about your magic, waving your bloody sticks around like it makes you better than us normal people…” he slammed his hands on the table and severus shuddered, his fists opening and closing around nothing. he’d left his wand in the room; it wasn’t like he could use it, and he had to trust potter could deal with tobias snape. the man was nothing, to a boy who’d faced the dark lord and come out the victor. “you’re not. you’re not! your goddamn magic… we’d have been better off without it, i’m telling you.” severus looked again through the crack and saw tobias with his back turned on potter, his shoulders shaking. he was angry, but not yet taking it out on potter. maybe he was scared of potter’s wand; maybe now that he was sober he was better at keeping his violence in check. either way, severus didn’t trust it would last forever. it never had, before.

to forgive divine by jellybeany neville longbottom/draco malfoy teen | 7.4k words

why i recommend it:

because there are days when you need eighth-year fluff, and this sort of fluff is so rarely given to neville as a central character, but it should be:

he’d wondered if it was something like that, to be honest. 

because, because. malfoy was always so interested. he’d read in a fortune cookie once that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it's indifference.

which was a rubbish fortune at the time, but it’s relevant now.

[koco-coko]

Silent Night, Holy Night - Jean x Vincent, Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Jean and Vincent spend their first Christmas together, starting with Midnight Mass.

Tags/Warnings: Romantic Fluff, Religious (Catholic) Discussions and Themes, Christmas Fic, Mistletoe Kisses

Word Count: 1,523

A/N <--> I wrote this in the span of 3 hours and in a car. These two have taken over my brain please help

I think they might like this: @natimiles @weirdwriter69 @azulashengrottospiano (if anyone wants to be added/taken off the list let me know)

Midnight Mass had ended a few hours ago. A few others stayed behind with Jean, but at this time of night, Jean was the only one left. Maybe a priest or two wandered by, a nun tended to the dusty floor for a few minutes, then all was silent. A priest with electric green eyes stared at him for a while, but retreated into the cathedral halls after enough examination with a deep chuckle.

Jean could stare at the crucifix for hours on end, only interrupted by the need to fiddle with the rosary in his hands. He’d already been through it three times, but a fourth never hurt. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…

The heavy wooden doors creaked open once more, shutting softly seconds later. Jean ignored it, beading through the rosary at a breakneck pace. Then the light and careful steps reached him and there was a soft thump from the old pew when another sat down next to him.

Jean turned to his head, only to find Vincent with him. He smiled softly, though by his tense position, he was a bit nervous about being in such a holy place. Especially considering their relationship. 

Jean often wondered the same thing, but he had to repent somehow. Avoiding judgment only showed true guilt, and Jean already had enough of that on his shoulders. He looked Vincent over a few times before he leaned back onto the seat. “Is everything all right?” Jean whispered, glancing back to make sure all were gone. In such a large and empty hall, even murmurs echoed.

“You said you’d be back an hour ago,” Vincent said, scooting a bit closer, “So I came to check on you. Are you alright, sunshine?”

Sunshine? Jean’s heart went aflutter. That name sounded like a hymn for the angels, too pure to be fit for him. “I suppose,” Jean uttered slowly. 

It was a strange time for Jean. A time to celebrate the Lord, to enjoy the spoils of life and give to the poor… In the past, Jean would stay in his room most of the time, but he’d make donations to the Church with profits made from his shop. Everything else seemed frivolous to him, and the happiness floating about the air missed him completely. He was unworthy of such joy and peace. 

Vincent’s eyes thinned and his smile was pained. “You know, I was a pastor once.”

Jean almost chuckled. It was hard to tell, but Vincent had grown accustomed to the signs. “Truly?” he asked.

Vincent hummed, delighted to tell his story. “Yeah. I was a Christian, and when I was twenty-five I tried to be a preacher for a while,” he said, only to glance away nervously, “I gave up on that pretty quickly. I didn’t even show up to any Bible studies, and I got dismissed soon after.”

“Why’s that?” Jean asked calmly. After being revived, he learned to not be so critical of others and their religious choices. He wasn’t one to judge– love thy neighbor, after all. 

“Not sure. I guess I just didn’t feel a connection anymore, and it wouldn’t be right to preach what I don’t believe,” Vincent explained, resting his arms and head on the pew in front of him. “I liked painting better.”

Jean hummed in response and silence fell over them. God had strange ways of guiding his children on the right path. Often cruel, coldhearted, but ultimately for the better. Of course, now Jean had no path to follow, except the one paved by himself and his sins. There was a deep horror in being separated from the great beyond, separated with all normal functions of life…

But with Vincent here, things felt slightly normal. In the stability and mundanity came comfort. In Vincent came the yearning for more light in his life, without any guilt.

“Merry Christmas,” Vincent whispered sleepily. He grinned drowsily. “Yay.”

“Yay?” Jean asked, his eyebrow raised.

“I got to be the first person to say it to you. I’ve been wanting to do that all year,” Vincent said, digging his head into a more comfortable spot in his arms.

Jean didn’t even realize the faint pink blush growing on his cheek, let alone the soft curve of his lips. How light his chest felt when he saw the innocent wants of his lover. His impulses won over him and in a swift motion, he laid his cape over Vincent’s shoulders. He heard the painter sigh happily, his eyes beginning to close as colored light streamed from the stained glass windows.

“Merry Christmas,” Jean replied, before placing a delicate kiss on his temples. He didn’t mind if he had to carry his lover home. It was dark enough that nobody would see the two, and he was strong enough to make it back to the mansion in one piece. The real question was whether a piggyback ride would be more comfortable than bridal style for the sleepy painter.

Suddenly, Vincent groaned. Jean’s face instantly twisted in concern. He placed his hand on Vincent's back lightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

The sleepy painter grumbled in Dutch, before opening tired eyes. A frown on Vincent’s face made Jean’s heart implode on itself. It wasn’t right! Before Jean could speak, Vincent spoke in a language Jean could understand. Mostly. How late was it? How long did Jean force his boyfriend to stay up? Guilt ate Jean while Grogginess consumed Vincent.

“Ik was bijna vergeten…” Vincent started, moving to sit up, only to fail. Instead, his hand raised above Jean’s head.

He only had to catch a glimpse of green and red to know what it was. He’d seen it all around town, but he never knew what it meant. All he knew was that Arthur often carried it with him to the pub during the holidays. “When two people are under a mistletoe, it’s tradition to kiss each other. I was gonna wait until we got home, but I don’t–” Vincent yawned again, “Ik weet niet of ik zo lang op kan blijven…”

The words and accent were lost on Jean, despite how adorable it was to hear his language of origin. He didn’t need to know the words, though. He knew all he needed to. Vincent and himself were under a mistletoe, and tradition was a time honored thing. The stained glass portrait of the Virgin Mary would understand.

Before Vincent could make another move, Jean took it upon himself, as any knight (in shining armor, at least to Vincent) would do. Jean’s hand wrapped around the back of his head, his other tilting the painter’s chin up just slightly and pushed their lips into each other.

Vincent had to push down a grin. Oh, Jean… He was the true angel here. Even now he was making sure Vincent didn’t have to lift a finger, despite the fact he was holding a mistletoe above their heads. His other arm moved on its own, slowly and gently removing Jean’s eyepatch. The soldier shivered when the cold air hit the other half of his face, but no discomfort came from the fact it was revealed. It was Vincent, after all. He found beauty in everything, and it was starting to rub off on Jean.

It was a short kiss, but Vincent could taste the restrained passion on Jean’s lips. He was always shy about receiving affection, but couldn’t help but pour his passionate soul into each and every display of love he gave. Vincent’s heart swelled at the thought.

“I guess, I’ll say it again,” Vincent said, his face flushed, “Merry Christmas.”

Jean giggled softly, barely audible even to Vincent, whose nose was currently touching his. “And to you as well, mon ange. May I ask you a question?”

Vincent put his head back in his crossed arms, though after such a loving kiss, he was much more awake. “Of course, sunshine.”

“Where did you get this?” Jean asked, holding Vincent’s wrist and bringing the painter’s hand into both of their sights. The red and green plant was intertwined within his fingers.

“You’ll laugh when I tell you,” Vincent chuckled. “When I said I was waiting for you to come home, Arthur took it out of his pocket and gave it to me. He said something like: ‘Make sure you give’em a real Christmas miracle…’ or something like that.”

Jean blinked for a moment. Of course it was Arthur, but… Arthur of all people? Never in a million years did he think Arthur would want any hand in Vincent’s romantic affairs. 

Well, now that he said that, Arthur absolutely would.

“He gave me a wink, too. I think he was trying to be dirty or something.”

Ah, there it was. Jean sighed.

Vincent then chuckled at Jean’s obvious dismay at Arthur’s actions. “He had good intentions,” he said, a slight pause in-between his words. A yawn came to him once again. Jean watched his lover’s sleepiness with loving eyes. Vincent could only reciprocate for a moment, before sleep came to embrace him. “... But I think I like this ending more.”

[lichtecht]

PART 1

hi!! this is specifically for @cnka and @is-this-taken-too-questionmark. i’m gonna translate the audiobook for „das fliegende klassenzimmer“ (2023). this is part 1, i cannot promise anything about how regularly i will update unfortunately.

bold signifies who is talking. text in „quotation marks“ is spoken text in the movie, everything else is narration. italics is personal additions.

if you can think of any improvements to the formatting, please let me know :)

Narrator (voice of the Nichtraucher): 

This is a story about friendship. I have been wanting to write it for a while, but something always got in the way. The whole thing needed a catalyst, and it came from quite far away. Everything began right in Berlin.

This is Martina Thaler. Martina is a girl with an unusual amount of responsibilities. 

Martina is shown skating through the streets.

After school ends at 2pm; to the grocery store for the most necessary things. To the bakery. To the drugstore. And sometimes to the pharmacy.

Narrator (audiobook only):

Martina has a lot to do for her age, Robert is right. He wrote this exceptional story, and we will hear from him again. He plays an important role in it himself.

Martina hurries home after school to take care of her little brother, who needs her help, as the neighbours kids are picking on him again.

One neighbours kid: „Don’t touch me!!“

Martina: „Leave him alone!! Are you out of your mind?!“

Narrator (Nichtraucher):

Then quickly back home for doing homework. 6pm; preparing food for everyone.

Narrator (audiobook):

Martina puts vegetables in the shape of a smiley on a plate for her brother, while he reads an atlas.

Brother: „Have you ever been to Puerto Rico?“

Martina: „Hm?“

Brother: „Puerto Rico?“

Martina: „Show me.“

Brother: „We have to go there. It’s in the middle of the ocean.“

Martina: „Hm. So the sea? Okay…“

Narrator (audiobook):

Martina flips through the atlas, on the search for a specific island.

Martina: „Look. This one also has a lot of sea around it.“

Brother: „Rügen? Yeah, okay. As long as it has a beach.“

Narrator (audiobook):

And it’s not as far away from home.

Martina’s mother comes home.

Martina: „As soon as we have enough money, we’ll go there.“

Brother: „Promise?“

Martina: „Promise.“

Narrator (audiobook):

Martina and Oskar's mother comes home after a stressful day as a nurse. Frau Thaler gives her son a kiss and ruffles Martina’s hair.

Frau Thaler: „Mwah!“ (to Martina) „Thank you for the meal.“ (whispered) „Martina!“

Narrator (audiobook):

Frau Thaler is holding a letter adressed to her daughter. Martina jumps to her feet and grabs the letter.

Martina: „This is the scholarship… for the boarding school in the mountains.“

Frau Thaler: „Well, open it!“

Narrator (audiobook):

Martina opens the letter with shaky hands and studies it thoroughly. The anticipation is unbearable.

Frau Thaler: „And? Did you get in?“

Narrator (audiobook):

Martina grins and nods.

Her mother shrieks in joy and hugs her.

Oskar: „What’s a scholarship?“

Frau Thaler: „Well, they pay for everything. For the place to stay, for meals, allowance…“

Oskar: „What do you mean, place to stay?“

Martina: „I can start a probation next week. There’s gonna be a test. If i pass that, every month we get-“

Oskar: „It doesn’t matter how much! You cant go! I don’t want you to leave!“

Martina: „…Oskar… It- It’s only for a few weeks. And we’ll have enough money for our summer vacation.“

Oskar: „Promise?“

Frau Thaler: „Of course, promise.“

Martina: „Promise.“

[lemontreefantasy]

Sails and Anchors - Part 3

​Sails and Anchors - Part 3 

genre: smut, angst

warnings: some filthy and degrading scenes, possessive! hongjoong, gunshots

wc: 2.6k

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this is a continuation of Part 2 - Batten Down the Hatches

Part 3 - A Broken Reconciliation

You sat silently in your study looking at hongjoong, your mind blank as to how you should respond to him. But then you remember. You remember the emotional rollercoaster he put you on. Every day you would wake up and look around to see if he would appear out of the crowd of people, look to see if you would see that black, wide-brim hat or that cheeky smile. But after months of waiting, you never saw it. You were like a child on their birthday, except your present never came. You waited and waited and he never showed. You felt empty. You felt angry. Angry because you were so naïve to believe in a man for that long. Angry because you accepted that kind of treatment when there were men like Seonghwa and San who were ready to sweep you off your feet and escape with you at a moment’s notice, yet you still longed for hongjoong to return in some romantic manner.

“Do you know what I went through these past few months?” you stood up and looked down at him.

He said nothing while tilting his head up, holding your gaze.

“You know that I waited for you, right? All these months I waited to see when you return… if you would even return. One month, two, four, six months went by. How long was I supposed to wait? I would sit right here in this very room and sob, hoping that one day you would come back and hold me in your arms.”

“I’m so sorry darling“ he walks up to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Don’t. You’re not sorry. Did you really expect my eyes to not wander?” you say ripping yourself from his grasp, “It seems like everyone in this town makes me a priority besides you. And yes, I have made a few friends. Maybe I’ve even fucked them because you weren’t here to give me what I want. Those ‘friends’ that showed me what real commitment to a partner is like, all of the things that I was missing out on.”

Hongjoong’s blood started boiling at the thought of someone else having their way with you. Everything you said after that went in one ear and out the other. His thoughts were flooded by what could have possibly taken place while he was gone, who touched you, who kissed you. To him, you were his private property. If anyone hurt you, he would slit their throat in the middle of the night no questions asked. And now that he learned of others impeding on his prized possession, it did not sit well with him.

He gripped your waist, shoving you into the wooden desk behind you, “Who. Tell me who. Who is it,” he demanded. You see him reach for something out of his waistband and suddenly feel a cold metal press against the bottom of your chin.

“Tell me darling.”

“It’s none of your fucking business now,” you grumble even though you know you’re on thin ice with him.

“I bet it was fucking twinkle toes was it. I saw the way held on to you. Like a needy dog. Or was it Mr Prince Charming?” he says twisting the barrel into your flesh “Was it him darling?” He chuckles and his expression changes and you’re oddly uncomfortable with his tone. “Tell me, was he the one? You know that son of a bitch used to work for me, right?”

What?

“W-Work for you?” you managed to stammer out.

“Yes, my love. He was actually… an old friend of mine… a good friend,” he says as his grip on your throat slackens.

“What h-happened between the both of you?” you ask carefully as to not upset him further.

“He was too ambitious. I kicked him off the ship. Now tell me, was it him? Was he the one that touched you while I was gone?” To be honest, you were hesitant to answer. The last thing you wanted was to compromise his safety.

“I won’t hurt him, I promise. I’ll just resist the urge to stab him in the chest if I ever see him again.”

You slowly nodded and hongjoong chuckled. Walking to the other side of the room he mumbled to himself, “I should’ve killed that fucker when I had the chance.”

“At least he was man enough to not disappear on me during the night.”

Hongjoong froze. He couldn’t believe the words that just left your lips. He felt his temple twitch and the devil’s rage seemed to fly to his head. There was no other way to put it. He was mad. He slowly turned towards you and looked you dead in the eyes.

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, eyes squinting at the mere sentence while he walked towards you.

“You heard what I said. Don’t act like all that sea water makes you deaf,” you retorted. You knew it was a dangerous game you started but you loved seeing him riled up like this. This newfound feeling of rage fueled by jealousy seemed to excite you.

Hongjoong was never excessively rough with you, not until now. He grabbed you by the fabric of your dress and shoved you against the said table once more.

“Did you forget about what also happened that night? Or do I need to show you again?” he says, ripping your dress at the seams, leaving your bare body exposed to the night’s cold.

He held you by your waist and turned you around, bending you over the table. You hear the faint noise of his belt buckle being undone as he yanks you by your hair to whisper to you,

“I guess I have to remind you of what you were craving for so long.”

And with that, you feel his hardened member grazing against your folds until you feel a hand shift to your panties, sliding them to the side. Your back arches at the sensation as you desperately try to cling to the old wooden desk. With one hand gripping your hair and the other on your back, hongjoong creates a rhythm in which he drives his shaft into you. You can’t help but cry out as you feel him against your clit, walls clenching around him.

“That’s right. Let him hear how good I can fuck you,” hongjoong whispers as he continues his ministrations. The room is filled with your moans and cries and the sound of skin slapping. Hongjoong grabbed you by your hair and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a large glass artifact at the corner of the room. The view alone could make you cream yourself, seeing him behind you with messy hair, chest heaving.

Your knees begin to give way and your breath becomes unsteady as you feel your release approaching. You can’t gather your senses to say anything but hongjoong can feel you tighten around him as he quickens his pace. Seeing you like this, bent over just for him turned on a primal instinct that he unleashed on you as he continues his pace.

“I’ll fucking fill you up darling. Go back to him with your cunt full of my seed I dare you,” he growled.

As much as you hated how he reminded you of seonghwa, you loved that he made you feel like such a slut. He knew exactly what to do to hit that sweet spot of yours and he made sure to attack with relentless force. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed for so long. Hongjoong manhandling you was the leash that he had you on. The yoke that he knew he could control. After emptying himself inside you he spun you around, leaned over your body and grabbed your throat as he sucked on your bottom lip.

He heists you up onto the desk and pushes you down to lie flat on your back. Lowering himself, he gently sucks on your clit while sneaking a finger into you. Your moans were like music to his ears. It was exactly what he needed to egg him on. You missed feeling his tongue against you while his hands pushed your legs apart. You tangle your fingers in his hair and he can tell you’re close from the way your breathing changes.

He sits up and slowly eases himself into you once more until he finds his rhythm again and quickens his pace. He holds on to your legs as leverage to pound himself deeper into you. The oh so familiar sound of skin slapping and breathy moans fill the air and you find hongjoong spreading you wide open. He spilled his seed in you with no regret and left you spread on the desk, pulling his pants up, buckling his belt. He turned away from you and you lay there feeling his release leaking down your legs. You felt used but hated the fact that you liked it because this was the most attention you had gotten from him in a very long time.

You sat up and looked at him. You couldn’t quite tell what the expression on his face meant but it almost looked as if he was ashamed of what he had just done. He paced around the study rubbing his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry… I should go.”

And with that, he disappeared again. You weren’t surprised you had to admit that you felt disappointed, alone and the sadness you once felt months ago began to fester in your heart once more.

~

A few days had passed and even though your love life was in a bit of a pickle, you still had a business to run. The week was neither slow nor busy and nothing too peculiar happened, which was a relief on your end. That was until a fairly matured woman came into the pub looking for you. Her appearance was striking and you could tell that she wasn’t from town. She wore a polka-dotted black and white dress that flowed to her knees. She wore black heels and has a small parasol along with a small black purse. Her hair was short but done up in fancy waves and you noticed her sharp facial features.

“My dear, is there any way I can speak to you in private?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but, do I know you?” you replied.

“Apologies,” she whispers, “I was a friend of your father’s. Please, I must speak to you away from prying ears.”

Her statement takes you aback. You weren’t about to just take a random woman that you just met up into your private study but if it’s true that she knew your father you couldn’t deny her request. You lead her upstairs and offer her some tea but she politely declines.

What she explains to you absolutely baffles your mind. You sit there listening to the words that come out of her wrinkled mouth and you have so many questions yet so many answers revealed. Your mind buzzes and the information suddenly becomes too much for you to handle. Your father, who’s death seems to haunt you ever so often, has once again resurfaced in your life even though he is longer alive. This time, in the form of a secret trust fund with millions of dollars. His private fortune dedicated to you after he had

passed which this woman, Mrs. Farley, had been managing on his behalf. She was given instructions by your father to give you access to the money after he had passed and after the legal paperwork was completed, it was now time for you to access your inheritance. This would now make you one of the youngest, richest women in the city.

“You were very special to him. He’s never told you about this?” she asks.

“No… he’s never mentioned anything of this nature to me.” you retort.

“Well, I understand this might come as a pleasant surprise to you. Don’t let it confuse you too much. If you have any questions, you can always contact me,” she says, handing you her card with her name and address.

And so, upon signing a few documents, you were officially a millionaire.

~

At the end of the week, you were in your study making a plan of what you should probably do with some of the money. Renovations to the bar, importing different alcohols, purchasing a house so you don’t have to be cramped in your small room upstairs the business… That was when you heard a knock on the door, your barmaid claiming the captain had asked for you.

You came downstairs and took him aside to a table, pouring him a drink. You both spoke in a low tone to not inform others of your inherent relations.

“I really want to apologize for leaving you that night. I came to explain the truth and my temper took hold of me. Please… tell me you’re not with him. I can’t bear to see you with anyone else.”

If you weren’t in the proximity of others, he would have held your hand in his.

“I don’t care if its twinkle toes, just not him,” he says.

“You’re bold to come in my establishment to tell me who I should and shouldn’t drop my knickers for, you know that?” you spat.

A long pause followed as he lets out an exhausted exhale and looks to the floor after gripping his drink and taking a swig.

“I love you. I will always love you… and only you. I don’t care what you think of me. I’m your dog. I’d do anything you tell me to. You know that,” he says in a calm voice, never breaking eye contact with you.

“I love you as well, captain. But you hurt my heart too much. I can’t keep up with you. Every time i give my heart to you, I always end up having to piece myself back together afterwards. It’s exhausting. Love is not supposed to be exhausting.”

“Please, stay away from him. For my sake. Seonghwa is not the man he portrays himself to be. I’ve worked with him before; I know what he is like. Don’t fall for his charm.”

Just then, there was a loud BANG of the pub doors being pushed open, with no other than seonghwa and his soldiers barging through the bar.

“Over there!” one of his men shout. Guns now cocked towards the table at which you and hongjoong sat.

In a fury, hongjoong draws his gun and fires a shot, causing a distraction so that everyone dives to the floor. In a split second, you look up only to realize that, like the wind, he was gone again… right out of the second pair of pub doors.

Seonghwa rushes towards you, “darling, are you alright?” he asks, holding you in his arms. You look up at him, eyes wide from shock. “Do you know that man?” he’s wanted for the stunt that was pulled at the ball the other day.”

You don’t know whether or not you should tell seonghwa the truth. Your mind went blank at that very moment the gunshots fired. If you tell seonghwa, they might have you killed for conspiring with a man like hongjoong. Hell, hongjoong might even slaughter you first if your shared little dirty secret got out. But what if seonghwa finds out and accuses you of being a filthy liar the entire time you’ve known him? You didn’t want to betray either man so you had to play your cards well. Not for your sake, but for the sake of your business and your reputation.

to be continued...

[blehcupidd]

Jealous Girl

Chapter Twenty One

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Everyone was waiting for Wednesdays signal, their signal to come out and confront Tyler. Everyone except Évangéline.

Previous night

"Évangéline!" It had been the most emotion Évangéline had seen come out of Wednesday.

"Wednesday, I'm really not in the mood." Évangéline attempted to walk away, not in the mood for anything. It all happened so fast with Xavier. He was innocent, how could Wednesday not see that?

"Évangéline, I know you're mad-"

"Mad? I'm more than mad! I've said this so many times Wednesday, you need to get out of your fantasy world before you hurt someone. Well guess what, you have hurt someone! Xavier is in a cell, because of you. Enid may have forgiven you, but that doesn't mean that you haven't frightened her enough. And I've been hurt because of you." Évangéline's eyes were beginning to water. "I genuinely thought we could've been friends."

"I kissed Tyler!" Wednesday said the first thing that came to mind to stop the taller girl to leave, immediately regretting her choice of words.

"Wednesday! I dont care! Why on Earth would I care that you kissed Tyler, especially when the only boy I have ever liked is most likely going to rot away in a jail cell. We aren't friends."

And with that Évangéline walked away, leaving a stunned Wednesday rethinking everything since she arrived at Nevermore.

Évangéline had meant everything she said the previous night, and only regretted it a small bit. What if Wednesday never saw them as friends so when she was yelling about not wanting to be friends-

She shouldn't be thinking like that. That Sunday went by fast. Nothing to do, and everyone seemed to be busy; especially at night.

Over the following days, Wednesday had been expelled. There was no counting on Wednesday to right the wrongs she made; she had made multiple mistakes and left them for someone else to clean up.

Wednesday had officially left and on that night, Évangéline had gotten a knock at the door. She knew it wouldn't be Yoko, as she was doing late night studying. Opening I'm the door she had seen someone or something she wasn't expecting.

"Thing?" Was all she could get out before Thing was ushering her to Enid's room.

Opening the door, she saw Enid on the phone to the bee boy, Eugene she thinks his name is, and Ajax on her bed.

"Evan?" Ajax asked, confused that Thing had brought her here.

"Jax?" Évangéline asked, also confused, seeing as he was on Enid's bed. Ignoring everything weird about the situation, Thing jumped onto Enid's bed signing too quick to decipher.

"Slow down." Enid tried to calm the hand, crouching in front of it. Thing complied and signed that Weems was dead.

"Enid, what the hell is going on." Not getting anything Ajax looked in between the two girls, wanting to be involved.

"What about Wednesday?" Évangéline joined in, also crouching down to Things level.

"Tyler and Thornhill took her?" Enid looked towards Évangéline. "Where?" Thing signed again, scaring the two girls.

"Crackstone crypt?" They both asked. Thing then signed something, something to do with nightshades.

"Who are the nightshades?" Enid asked both Thing and Évangéline. Earning a shrug then a point to the other member of the group.

Seeing that Ajax had been found out, he let out a sigh. "I'll explain in the way."

The group of four had made there way to a place Évangéline had been before. "I've been here before." She spoke to Ajax.

"Wait what?" Yet again, confused as it was a secret society.

"Long story, kinda."

"I can't believe you're in a secret so and you didn't tell me." Noticing Enid's distress, she stepped out of the conversation.

There were sets of footsteps, probably the other nightshades. "So, what's the deal with Thornhill being a psycho?" Bianca stood in the middle of her other siren friends.

"She murdered Weems and then took Wednesday to Crackstones crypt." Ajax explained, finally getting something that had happened.

"We have to get everyone in the school to safety before it's too late." Whilst Enid was explaining, Évangéline showed the drawing of Wednesday and Crackstone.

"So do we pull the fire alarms?" Kent asked.

"We don't want to cause a panic and alert Tyler or Thornhill." Divina explained. "So how do we get everyone out?"

"Well use our siren song to convince them." Bianca turned to her fellow sirens, ripping off their necklaces.

"Thing and I will look for Wednesday." Enid suggested.

"I'll go with you." Évangéline offered.

"Evan, you need to help everyone else into getting out of school."

Évangéline had music blasting her headphones, blocking out the siren song and helping people out of the castle. Everything had been going to plan, inside Nevermore. That was until Crackstone and Thornhill burst through the door.

This caused the students to scream out of terror, running away fast. Évangéline was with Bianca and Ajax on the walkway over looking the courtyard.

"I will expunge you abominations from this Earth!" Crackstones voice echoed, causing shivers to go down Évangéline's back.

He slammed down his staff, causing sparks to emit for the base and striking fire through the courtyard. "Get down!" Évangéline pulled Bianca down with her, seeing as she had a slow reaction. The trio just barely missing the fire.

Évangéline had a bad feeling. Something she was getting quite often. Running back to the courtyard, she met up with Bianca. Only nodding to each other, they continued their journey.

They arrived at the courtyard, seeing Wednesday struggling underneath the power Crackstone held. Both of the girls had the same idea, take the attention away from Wednesday.

Picking up the larger shards of a shattered sword, both girls wrenched it into the back of the living corpse. His scream deflected off of the walls of the courtyard, as the sword created embers in the man's chest.

Retreating the weapons, Crackstone turned his attention into the opposers, hitting both of them back, and far. Noticing that Bianca had more of a harsh push, she tensed her powers making her have a softer landing.

This bought Wednesday enough time. Herself stabbing into the chest of Crackstone. Pushing deeper and deeper. Wrenching the blade, not carrying about the cuts it caused to herself.

The dead man was slowly turning into ash, drifting away mixing with the wind. His body exploded, burning out any of the present fire. He had only left his ring.

Wednesday had won.

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

Could I request some Drifter, Spider and Reader headcanons of the three of them being in a relationship? I love your work so much but feel free to ignore this as well

I usually don't like taking requests when I don't have them open... but I'll make an exception this time. I'm not sure how coherent this is

You're a Xeno-archeologist, which is why you caught both of their attentions

during the dark ages you were a part of Drifter's crew, however, the two of you parted ways when you wanted to continue to follow what Drifter had already decided was a dead end

during that time, drifter left the sol system in his infamous encounter with the ice planet

meanwhile you met the spider (closer to drifter's return) and made a deal with him to study some of his golden age artifacts, as well as retrieve a few

the two of you have a dynamic built on insults, flirting and banter, mostly to mask your attraction to each other

you don't actually meet drifter again until he walks in on you and Spider locked in one of your usual banters

you don't know whether to slap him or hug him as you'd thought he'd been dead

so you do both, slapping him and then pulling him into a tight hug. He chuckles, stating that he hadn't expected this (let alone to see you again)

spider is just surprised both of you know each other

it takes a while after that to start a relationship with either of them. Spider propositions you one night over comms, rather than dancing around the subject with your usual banter, and you accept

Drifter flirts with you so heavily every time you play gambit that it's almost painful until you corner him on the tower and he grabs the front of your shirt, asking if you're going to punch him or kiss him

your dynamics bring out the best and the worst in the relationship. Sometimes unhealthily

Spider prefers to be reserved and greedy - out of the public eye. You rarely spend the night and when you do you leave extraordinarily quickly in the morning. He values the connection, however, his line of work can be extremely dangerous and he knows that. Either of you could easily get the other killed or kidnapped, so he's as private as he can be

Drifter is extraordinarily clingy. After years of having everything stripped away from him over and over again, he latches onto you like a lifeline. You spend more nights on the Derelict than you do in your own bed

Very rarely, you will find yourself in bed with both of them. Every precaution that can be taken will be taken. Including having only the derelict in orbit, tucked away out of sight, and your ship left on Earth (or a different planet entirely). No one wants to leave in the morning, but some how you always manage to peel yourselves away

Spider gives gifts. Often times the locations of artifacts he knows you're searching for, or the artifacts themselves. He also prefers receiving gifts. Anything from the golden age gets a joyous reaction from him, that often results in every hand touching you, pulling you into one of the most grounding hugs

Drifter shows his love through acts of service and prefers receiving physical touch in response. He thrives on any heat he can get, his body being too fucked up to make its own anymore. He will frequently make you a new gun or take you searching after relics, or even cook a nice meal and pirate an old movie

[adoracora-elizabeth]

When life interrupts, chapter 19

“I hope this room is alright for you?” Cora showed her mother her guest room. The room doubled as her study. She had a spare bedroom, but she turned it into Patrick’s room. And now she was only left with her study. It was big enough to also fit a bed.

“You should start looking for a bigger house,” Martha said while stepping into the room. “I can help you with that, I always told you, that when you need financial help, you can ask.”

“I want to do this on my own, until now my house was perfect for me alone.” Cora was surprised by this offer, mostly because her mother cut her allowance the moment she started teaching. She would ask about that later.

“But you aren’t alone anymore.” Martha said giving Cora a stern look.

Cora suppressed a yawn. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I put some towels on the desk, and the bathroom is the second door on your left. Good night.” She stepped closer to her mother and kissed her on the cheek. She felt her mother’s hand on her arm, briefly.

“Good night. One more thing, before you go.”

Cora turned back around. Her mother’s tone had changed.

“I hope you and Robert aren’t putting up a show for me. I saw you sitting in the kitchen and it looked like you two had a serious conversation, the whole evening I felt some tension between you two. Is everything alright? I thought he was back in your life, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

“Oh Mama.” Cora sighed. “It is all so complicated. All of the sudden he has a kid and he has responsibilities. Besides that his mother doesn’t like me at all.”

“His mother can go fly a kite. You also suddenly have a kid and a lot of responsibility.”

Cora sighed again. “Mama, I could get used to that idea for 9 months. 8 to be precise, Patrick came early. For him, it was just a couple of hours. But please can we talk about this tomorrow. I am so incredibly tired and Patrick will come soon for his feeding.”

“We will talk tomorrow. Good night.”

+++

Cora found Robert already in bed. She changed into her pyjama and crawled in on her side. She turned towards him and looked at his features, she could see in the moonlight, that came in through the window. She forgot to close the curtains, but she didn’t mind. This way she had a better view of him.

She shifted a little bit closer to him, resting her hand on his, and closed her eyes. She needed to sleep, but there was so much going on inside her head, it was hard to fall asleep.

Suddenly she felt Robert’s hand taking hers. “Try not to worry, let everything go and relax. Breathe in and out.” He moved his hand to Cora’s cheek. “It will all work out, I promise. But now you need to sleep.”

She felt the bed move and his lips kissing her forehead. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. Cora rested her head on Robert’s arm, his scent filling her nose. He had clearly taken a shower before he got into bed. He smelled like lemons. She noticed her heartbeat slowed down and her body started to relax. The warm sensation of Robert’s hand moving over her back did wonders. And soon she drifted off into sleep.

Robert also relaxed, he felt Cora’s puffs of air in his neck. How could he have walked away from her, they fitted perfectly together he thought. Except they didn’t know how to communicate. He forced himself to stop thinking. Pulled Cora even closer against his body and fell asleep himself.

+++

Early in the morning, Cora got back into bed after the last night’s feeding of Patrick. She made a habit to pump the other breasts once he was finished, she had already a decent amount of breastmilk in the fridge. This way the switch to bottle feeding would be easier, and this afternoon it was quite handy that she had done it. Rosamund had fed Patrick while she slept.

Robert moved when she pulled up her duvet. “Are you awake?” She said softly.

“I can’t seem to fall back asleep.” He said, turning towards Cora.

“What are we going to do now?” Cora asked.

Robert let out a very deep sigh. “I honestly don’t know. This house is too small and my house is not the type of house you want to raise a family in. There is no garden, there isn’t even a playground in the area.”

“We made a mess, a very big mess.” Cora sighed.

Robert moved his hand over Cora’s upper arm. “We did, but I am happy we are at least now talking. I have missed you all these months.”

Cora smiled. “I have missed you too. I feel so stupid for not trying a bit harder to find you. You had the right to know about the pregnancy.”

Robert’s movements stopped for a second. “What had you have done, if I had not bumped into you the day of the birth?”

“I would not have gone into labour.” Cora joked, but when she felt Robert’s grip on her arm loosen, she quickly followed. “I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. I didn’t even know you were back in London.” She stroked his cheek with her hand. “But here you are.” She felt him smile.

“Yes, here we both are.” From the room next-door they heard Patrick crying. “You just fed him, he can’t be hungry.”

“Maybe he has a dirty diaper again.” Cora was already getting up when Robert stopped her. “I will go. I will change his nappie and bring him back to snuggle with us.”

Cora sunk back into her pillow. She felt happy, although there was a lot to figure out still, she was happy Robert was back.

“He wanted his mummy.” Robert’s voice woke Cora up, she had fallen back to sleep.

Cora pulled back her duvet and Robert laid Patrick on the matrass. Before he walked to his side of the bed he kissed her. Cora moved her hand to his neck and kept him close to intensify the kiss. Robert let himself rest on his knees on the bed and discovered her mouth with his tongue as soon as she granted him excess.

This was the best feeling in the world. Cora thought while playing with his hair. His warm body rested lightly on hers. She noticed he was trying to keep himself from leaning too much, afraid to crush Patrick. One of his hands rested on her hip and she felt heat coming from her skin as a reaction to his touch. She moaned in agony.

Robert stopped his kisses and pushed himself up. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” Cora moaned again. “I want you so badly, but we cannot.”

Robert proceeded to kiss her neck. “Why not?” He said with his hot breath against her skin.

“We are not alone in the house and it is too soon. Patrick is only one week old.”

Robert grinned. “But there are other ways to please you, we don’t have to go all the way.” He disappeared under the covers and Cora felt him pull down her pyjama bottom and started kissing her thighs, his hands moved over her hips and belly. She had trouble keeping her voice down. Robert pulled her shirt up and proceeded with his kisses all over her body. Once he was back at her mouth he murmured. “Patrick is too young to remember anything of this.”

Cora glanced at Patrick who was peacefully lying next to them. Robert shifted himself so he was still touching Cora but didn’t lay on Patrick. He looked at the clock, it is only 05.30 in the mourning, we could sleep some more?”

Cora chuckled, it was weird, even though he didn’t bring her to a real high, she was still satisfied, she promised herself she would give it back tonight. She heard Robert was already snoring and also Patrick was asleep. She closed her eyes herself, just a couple more hours, was what she needed.

[thatwitchrevan]

Nevermind we're marking the occasion, have some post-game Revan angst and fluff.

-

Merith didn’t want to visit her old room. It took her ages of wandering to remember even what hall it was on, much less which of the identical, nondescript student chambers had been hers. 

When she found it, saw the wreckage of a fully caved in door, she knew. It really was the same as every other room in the place, but she knew. And wasn’t that just perfect? She couldn’t step back into her past. Malak had taken it from her. 

You took it from yourself, her mind corrected. The voice was half hers and half Alek’s. She heard the old him, here. She heard the boy who had tried to shield her from the world. The boy she had ruined. 

Soft footsteps approached in the hall. Bastila had let her wander alone for a while, giving her space to process and remember. She had needed her own time, too, even though she’d been back once already. It was their home, and Bastila’s far more recently. 

Bastila’s hand slipped into Revan’s and squeezed. “Did you find it?”

Revan nodded and pointed to the unmoving stone. “I don’t have a single thing left of hers. Except this body.”

Bastila sighed. “That’s not quite true. You’ll have the rest of your memories back.”

Revan shook her head. “Do I want them?”

Bastila kissed her hair and tugged on her hand. “Come on. I have something for you.”

She led Revan through the halls, away from where the padawans and knights slept and to where the masters used to. They had to maneuver around rubble and double back once where a whole side of the complex was caved in. Revan’s frown grew with each step. Some of the memories were more like impressions at this point - she could see her younger self trudging to find Vrook for something, preparing herself to be told off. She couldn’t imagine there was anything good for her down here. 

But Bastila took her resolutely to one room and paused at the door. She turned to Revan, her mouth thin, uncertain. “This was Arianna’s room. Your master. You want to see it?”

Revan’s heart rate increased. Arianna was alive, but Bastila had said she left the Jedi as soon as the news about Revan came out. Whether she feared retribution as a non Council member or just never wanted to see her old student again, neither Bastila or Revan knew. But she was gone. 

Merith’s memories of her were foggy. Fraught conversations, arguments. Meditating by the river, the teenager restless and the master fondly exasperated. She thought she could imagine the feeling of Arianna’s hands on her face, but maybe that was Bastila. She remembered someone else stroking her hair, but that was neither of them. 

“Show me.”

Bastila opened the door and walked into the room, letting Revan follow at her own pace. She went to a chest in the corner of the room while Revan looked around. 

Merith studied the room like it was a puzzle. Did she remember that heavy wooden desk, or was she just imagining she did? Did she sit there twenty years ago, working on her lightsaber under someone’s watchful eye?

Eventually she reached where Bastila was patiently waiting. She smiled softly at Revan and opened the chest. “Arianna kept a few things of yours in here, after you left. Do you want to hold them?”

Revan reached out, and Bastila passed her things. A droid manual, the cover splitting and peeling. A set of robes that had to be over fifthteen years old but which Revan realized with a grimace would still fit her perfectly. And then - a crocheted moth?

Revan dropped everything else and cupped the little toy in her hands, peering at it. It was soft, woven from thick white yarn. A little winged creature that fit across her two palms. Revan stared at it for so long that Bastila squeezed her hands, a little worried. “Rev? Is it important?”

Revan nodded. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know where it came from. But she clutched it to her chest. “It’s important.”

Bastila looked at her with boundless affection and Revan pulled her close and kissed her. You’re important, she told her silently, fervently. You’re everything. 

-

Carth squeezed her hand. “Remember that we can leave if it’s too much.”

Merith sighed. Most people didn’t need their boyfriend to be ready to rescue them from something as normal as a family dinner. Or maybe they did, but not because they were a traumatized war criminal who didn’t know how to handle normal things. Her hand hovered, trying to knock on the door, but never touching it. 

Carth waited. Merith dropped her hand and exhaled. “Do it for me?”

Carth gave her hand a squeeze and knocked. 

The door opened and Revan’s father appeared, his eyes bright and his smile wide. “You made it!” Geoffrey bundled Revan into a hug, her hand stretched behind her where it was still attached to Carth. There was not a lot in the galaxy that felt better than her father’s hand patting her back as he embraced her but it was so foreign, too, so unearned, so wrong. Merith hugged him back. 

It was a series of hugs. Aya had to hug her daughter as well as soon as Geoffrey stepped back and let her in the door. Revan’s mother kissed her face, her eyes misty but with a brave smile. “Happy birthday, Revanna.”

Revan tried not to grimace, tried not to run away as her sister came with her more subdued but still painfully genuine smile and wrapped her arms around Revan’s shoulders in the way Revan supposed sisters often did, gentle and light and supportive. Lia was younger but Revan felt like her sister was the only adult and she was a child, comforted. In lieu of Carth’s hand she clung to Lia’s sweater until she drew back. 

Lia’s wife Maya did not hug Revan but offered her a smile, though it was hesitant. She was the only one here who saw Revan from the outside, in full, and not as a part of them. It was terrifying. It was a welcome break.

Revan’s nephews clung to her legs. Lia laughed and gently told Revan that the boys had missed her. Revan knelt to let Tomas sit on her knee and Geoffrey Jr. hang off her arm. Carth’s hand rested on her shoulder, reassuring her he was here, which was good because children alone were absolutely overwhelming, and children who were related to her and trying, in the clumsy ways of a toddler, to tell her about their new toy speeder were so much more than overwhelming and entirely too safe for her to understand. 

She had to take a break once the greetings were over and Lia, perceptive as always, dragged everybody else into the kitchen to let Revan relax on the couch with Carth. 

“You okay?” he asked.

Revan nodded, shrugged, shook her head. “I thought it would be easier after last time.”

Carth nodded. “It’ll take a while. But it’ll start to feel a little more normal, I think. I know things with Dustil are different, but in my experience it does get better.”

Revan leaned on him. 

Eventually dinner was ready. Merith let herself be herded along with Carth into the kitchen and sat down as Geoffrey and Lia started passing the food out. It smelled amazing. Merith could barely drink her soup but the smell and the warmth of it was nice. Carth took up the small talk for her, his hand on his leg. 

The adults lingered at the table, but the kids became restless. Tomas tapped Merith on the elbow to show her his speeder. She took the little model in her hands as gentle as if it was a frag grenade and forced a smile. “It’s beautiful. Did your moms help you put this together?”

Tomas nodded, stuffing his fingers in his mouth as he reached politely for the toy back. Merith passed it back and realized Maya was watching her, smiling just a little. 

It wasn’t long before little Geoffrey wanted a turn, climbing into Merith’s lap with something soft in his small hands. “GG,” Lia sighed. “Let Auntie eat.”

Merith shook her head and pushed her bowl back a little, wrapping her arms around the tiny child. “It’s okay.” She had never quite liked kids. She had wanted to grow up fast and be around older people, to be smart and powerful and knowing like them. But all of that came from not being allowed to be a kid, not in the way others were, not with a family where she could have climbed into someone’s lap and handed them her toys and be kissed on the back of her head. 

Geoffrey’s tiny hands unfolded and Revan’s heart jolted. He was holding a little plush moth almost exactly like the one that was in the back of her closet at home. This one was brown and the craftsmanship was a little neater, and it wasn’t faded or wrinkled from age. She gently touched the little textile creature feeling the soft yarn wound by her mother’s hands, looked up and saw her mother’s soft, loving eyes. 

Carth’s hand was still resting loosely on her knee and the child in her lap would never be afraid of her. She was home.

[hwangyeonjun]

monsta x getting turned on when their s/o is jealous

requested? yes.

warnings: suggestive

SOHN HYUNWOO

fansigns are always fun. hyunwoo loves meeting his fans and you love seeing him happy. knowing that there are so many people loving and supporting your boyfriend and his group warms your heart because he deserves everything.

but there are times when fans forget their boundaries. 

as you were watching hyunwoo interacting with a nice looking girl, you couldn’t help but notice the way she was leaning in too much and touching him more than she should. 

gritting your teeth together, you watched the whole situation unfold in front of you until it was time for her to move on to the next member. by then you were already burning inside with jealousy. 

when the fansign was over, hyunwoo immediately came up to you and kissed you, only for you not to kiss him back. he looked at you taken aback. “what did i do?”

“why don’t you go and kiss that fan, huh?” he instantly knew what you were talking about because he also noticed that she was a bit out of control but the idea only made him smirk.

he dropped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear. “let’s go home and i’ll show you how much i want to kiss you”

LEE MINHYUK

you love minhyuk with all your heart but sometimes you just want to punch him where the sun don’t shine for his behaviour. he loves teasing you and he knows exactly what gets you riled up and one of the things is making you jealous.

minhyuk loves the reaction he gets out of you and today is not an exception. you knew he was up to something when the two of you walked into a store to buy some clothes and there were two girls who immediately eyed him.

so when you were minding your own business, minhyuk wandered around the store to look for something too until he was interrupted by the same two girls. his first instinct was to see if you’re looking and when he realised that you are, it was game on.

the girls started giggling and suggesting clothes that would ‘look good on him’ as he was happily involving himself in the conversation, occasionally glancing at you as you were throwing daggers with your eyes. 

your hands were curled into fists when you walked over them. “the only thing that would look good on him is if you back the fuck off” you grumbled quietly, trying to stay calm because the last thing you want is to get kicked out of the store.

minhyuk’s laugh filled your ears as he pressed you gently against the rack of clothes. “i think the only thing that will look good on me is you”

YOO KIHYUN

you usually don’t get jealous because kihyun always manages to avoid those kind of situations. if a girl is a bit more than friendly, he’s quick to excuse himself and walk away before anything goes out of hand.

but sometimes you’re full of surprises. you haven’t seen kihyun that much for the past week because he’s always working and even though you’re okay with it and you know that this is his job that he loves, you can’t help but to feel a bit sad and lonely sometimes.

so when he finally came back from another long day of practicing, you were clinging on him more than usually with a pout on your lips. “what’s up with you?” he chuckled, amused by your sudden affection.

“i missed you. you were working so much this week and i haven’t seen you that much while your members were able to see you all day every day” you grunted.

“wait, are you jealous of my friends?” he raised his eyebrow, studying your face.

your pursed your lips together not wanting to answer. it was dumb and you knew it.

“wait, you are jealous” he suddenly laughed louder, his heart fluttering. “my baby is jealous that my friends get to see me more than you?” kihyun said slowly as he laid you down on the couch before hovering above you. 

he didn’t need the answer, the look on your face said enough and oh my... how he loved that look. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. let me make it up to you”

CHAE HYUNGWON

hyungwon loved to take you everywhere with him and you loved to be involved with everything he does even if that means you’re just watching him work. your favourite thing? watching his dance practices.

just like today, you were sitting in the corner of the dance studio, while he was dancing to their new song. what you didn’t expect is to see female back up dancers. it’s not the first time but today’s dance is definitely different from what you’ve seen before.

it’s more intense and needs physical contact since the song itself is kinda sexy. your boyfriend, of course, was professional as always. he never lets his hands linger more than it needs but you couldn’t stop the feelings bubbling inside you.

you watched closely how he placed his hands on the girls waist, slowly swirling her to the side. his face came closer to her face before turning away. it was just a dance. it was his job. but that doesn’t mean you have to like every second of this interaction.

so when a short break was announced, hyungwon hopped happily to you, immediately pulling you into a hug only to realise that you were resisting. he looked at you confused, even scared. “what’s wrong? are you tired?”

you felt like you were acting like a child but words came out of your mouth before you could even comprehend them. “i don’t know, ask your dance friend”

hyungwon looked at you for a second before connecting the dots in his head. his face lit up like a christmas tree as he laughed. “baby, don’t be jealous. i’m all yours, you know that”

and you do know but now you felt like playing a little game wouldn’t hurt. you crossed your arms on your chest and looked away from him. hyungwon knew what you were doing and he loved it. he grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him, so that your lips where an inch away from his. “when we get home, i’ll show you”

LEE JOOHEON

maybe you’re overreacting, maybe you’re not but as soon as the waitress came to get your order, you immediately had a strange vibe from her. however, jooheon seemed clueless, he just wanted to have a nice dinner with you.

at first you tried to brush it off but when she came again, this time her chest more visual than before, your hands curled into fists as you clenched your teeth. she leaned over the table, too close to your boyfriend for your liking as she placed the water down.

“excuse, can you please stop trying to rub your boobs into my boyfriends face?” the words left your mouth before you knew. jooheon choked on the water he had in his mouth, his eyes wide open.

the waitress quickly walked away with a glare on her face but it was too late as you were already riled up. “baby” jooheon called you out with a giggle.

“what? what’s so amusing to you, jooheon? did you like it?” you grumbled. in reality, he probably didn’t even notice because his eyes were either on you or on the food and you know it but jealousy always get’s the best of you.

but jooheon doesn’t seem to mind. “actually i do like it” he shifted in his seat before leaning in. “how about we finish this quickly and go back home so i could remind you whose am i” the smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know.

LIM CHANGKYUN

you were glaring at the girl who was practically throwing herself all over your boyfriend. you couldn’t hear what she was saying since you were further away but you can imagine since only a blind person couldn’t see how handsome he is and sometimes it’s hard to walk past a man like him. but your patience was running low and before you knew, you were storming off to their direction.

without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. changkyun was startled by your sudden outburst but quickly regained his consciousness back and kissed you back, a small smile playing on his lips as he instantly knew what this was all about.

you were not a fan of pda and he’s not dumb, he knew that the girl in front of him was flirting with him so the only explanation of your behaviour is jealousy and he loved every second of it. maybe even too much.

you pulled away and immediately regretted your decisions when you saw the look on changkyun’s face. he had a teasing smirk on his face as he eyed you up and down before biting his lip. “get a room” the girl scoffed before turning around and walking away, her heals making a loud sound against the floor.

changkyun leaned in closer, his mouth beside your ear as he nibbled the skin a bit. he grabbed your hand and placed it on top of his crotch so you could clearly feel his bulge. “i think we should get a room” he whispered in your ear.

[marvelsvision]

okay, so-

i haven't written fanfiction in ages, and im not too fond of the way i write, but I've had this idea in my mind all day and i needed to write it down.

I'm sorry if there's any errors, english isn't my first language. also i wrote this on my phone so I'm not sure how it looks like on desktop.

a little context: this is a college au, but Peter and reader are the same age as Otto and Norman. set in the 2010s kinda like the 2017 spiderman cartoon, except Otto is just a student instead of Peter's professor.

also this is lowkey nsfw?? so be aware of that

(using this gif of Hugh bc that's how Otto looked like in college, fight me)

Regarding his intellect, Otto Octavius wasn't insecure; he was only 19, and yet he knew how brilliant he was and the bright future that awaited him.

However, when it came to social interactions, especially romantic relationships, he was lost. He was awkward and shy, and always preferred to stay in his dorm than going to parties with his roommate.

So when a girl from his class needed a tutor and asked for his help, he was too afraid to say no. And when they met in her dorm and she put her hand on his thigh, he was gone. She was the first girl to ever show interest in him and he fell hard and fast. He was ecstatic when she agreed to go out with him, even if she wanted to keep it a secret for the time being, while she was "ready to tell her friends". He tried not to care too much when she missed their study sessions, because she would always make it up to him with cuddles and kisses, and he didn't mind. He even made her final project for her, and that's when everything went wrong.

One day he finally gave in and agreed to go to a party with Norman, to surprise her. To show her that he was willing to try and be more extroverted and have fun, maybe even have a few drinks. And there she was, straddling another guy's lap, making out with him like there was no tomorrow. And Otto's world came crashing around him; he left the party and didn't look back, fighting back tears and ignoring Norman calling his name.

So when the next semester you came into his life and showed interest in him, he couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. He wasn't gonna let himself be fooled and have his heart broken again, the physical affection was just not worth it.

And yet he always felt the need to be around you. He loved to hear your laugh and see you smile at him, and he absolutely adored the way you said his name. But whenever he felt his heart beating faster when you were next to him he always left, saying he had homework or a project or a study session with Norman. He even started avoiding you to try and stop his feelings for you to keep growing; but when Peter told him that you were worried that he was mad at you, he felt terrible.

Next time he saw you alone in the library he sat next to you and explained everything, finally allowing himself to open his heart with someone. And he will never forget the way you looked at him, full of love and honesty when you told him you'd never break his heart if he gave you the chance. And he did.

And now there he was, laying almost naked on your bed with you on top of him, kissing his neck. This was all new to him, god knows he never did anything like this with the other girl, which made him even more nervous. What if you were playing him as well? You were studying english literature, so you didn't need help with classes, but what if this was a bet? What if someone dared you to make him fall for you and then you'd laugh in his face when you finally told him the truth?

And even if it wasn't a bet, you could still do so much better than him. He thought about all the cute boys who approached you at coffee shops or after class, unashamedly flirting with you and asking for your number even when he was standing next to you. He thought about the looks they gave him when you politely declined their advances, holding his hand and telling them that you were taken. Even they couldn't believe you'd be with him.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you stopped kissing him, giving him a concerned look because of his frowned expression.

"Otto?" you said, trying to get his attention. "Otto!"

He looked up at you, a light blush on his cheeks. "Sorry, i was distracted"

"I could tell" you said with a small laugh. "Want to tell me what's on your mind?"

His frown accentuated and he looked away from you, and you immediately knew what was going on.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you" you said caressing his cheek. "You're perfect in my eyes"

Otto looked at your face again, trying to figure out if you were lying, even though deep down he knew you weren't. He wanted nothing more to tell you how much he loved you, but his insecurity wasn't something he could let go easily, and you both knew that.

Still, you were always so patient and loving to him, he couldn't believe someone as amazing as you was in his life, choosing to love him out of all people.

He gently cupped your cheeks with his hands and you leaned in to kiss him. You pulled away after a few moments and he smiled, his face going red when you started to kiss his neck once again, one hand on the bed to keep you steady and the other slipping in his boxers, rubbing his erection.

He closed his eyes and did his best to ignore his brain, just focusing on you. On the way your hands felt on him, on all the small praises you whispered against his skin while you left a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest.

"My beautiful, beautiful Otto"

You nipped at his skin and he let out a small moan, feeling your mouth getting closer and closer to his crotch.

He genuinely doesn't know what he did to deserve you. And even though it may take him a while to accept it, he already trusts you completely. After all, you could easily be with any person you wanted, and yet you're here with him, touching him, telling him how much you love him.

And he knows that with you by his side, everything's gonna be alright

[mizutori-heiko]

Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous! 

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?) 

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. 

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

[finelinevogue]

Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.