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the contract - alessia russo

alessia russo x reader

description: in which your girlfriend makes you sign a contract before heading on national camp

warnings: suggestive hehe

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camp for the euros was on, meaning you and your national team mates finally got to all be together once again. alessia was excited to be around her best friend tooney but also her lovely girlfriend, you. (acting as though you don’t see each other everyday at your shared flat and playing together at arsenal)

alessia was truly head over heels for you, worshipping the ground you walked on. if it was cold - take her jacket, you’re hungry - she’s rushing off to find you something to eat. she really did love you, you completely in love with her also. before you and alessia arrived at camp, she made you promise her three simple things:

1- do your best always and put your whole heart into competition and training

2 - focus on the health of yourself before your partner (knowing she would break this rule for you - you the same, honestly hypocritical)

3 - finally, always sit next to her on the bus

(this rule written in red ink, a little arrow attached to the sentence saying “IMPORTANT”)

she presented this to you in your living room, written on a small piece of paper, creating a contract.

“lessi, baby, you’re joking” you say, taking the paper in your hand, eyes scanning over it. you grin seeing your girlfriend had written ‘(y/n) russo’ above your signature line

“do I look like I’m joking?” arms crossed, staring down at you sitting on the couch, standing between your spread legs.

you squeezed your legs on hers, “(y/n) russo huh? funny, I don’t remember you on your pretty knee proposing” you smiled up at her

she giggled and grabbed your face between both of her hands “you’ve seen me on my pretty knees plenty of times, cheeky girl” she winked

your face blushed a dark crimson, avoiding her gaze completely.

“right” you breathed “give me a pen then, russo! chop chop!”

she smiled brightly at you, rushing to hand you a nearby pen, watching as you sign your pretty signature in your designated spot.

“pleasure doing business with you” you extend your hand out to her, when she grabs yours and pulls you up from the couch, hand in yours, her other moving to the back of your neck giving you a sweet kiss.

you giggle in between the kiss, she pulls away from you looking directly into your eyes, “(y/n/n), be professional, come on” pulling you back into the kiss. “now that’s how you sign a contract!” you put your hand up waiting for a high five, laughing as she slaps your hand on yours nodding.

-on the bus-

after a gruelling, rainy training session, you were desperate to have a shower. when you walked into the change room, alessia was sat in your cubby waiting, dressed, showered and ready to go.

“you didn’t have to wait for me, baby, the bus is warm, you go ahead”

she looked up at your uncommon taller figure

“are you sure?”

“yeah go on, keira and lucy need to shower as well” running your hands through her damp, short hair.

she stands up and gives you a short kiss, lightly tapping your backside and whispering in your ear,

“I’ll save you a seat, beautiful, section 3”

“yeah yeah, russo, get out of here!”

“it’s baby to you, little one” she squinted her eyes at you, patting the top of your head.

you smile and wave at her as she walks out of the change room, you bolt to the showers.

you walk onto the bus, one of the last ones. you were dressed warmly in your number 9 hoodie.

“changing numbers, (y/ln)?” maya says as you walk past her, laughing as you stick your tongue out at her.

you walk towards the back of the bus, where you spot alessia looking very grumpy sitting next to tooney. not engaging in conversation.

as you approach them, tooney looks up at you

“(y/n/n), you are forbidden from sitting next to russo over here for today, your codependency is seriously concerning.” shaking her head as she moved her gaze between you and alessia

“tooney, please get up!” alessia pleads

“no! (y/n), go and sit next to esme and learn how to make a bracelet for your little girlfriend.”

you hesitated but nodded, making eye contact with alessia’s heartbroken eyes

“baby, it’s okay, just this once”

“we had a contract!” alessia exclaimed as you were pushed away by tooney, sat right next to your close friend esme

esme had immediately taught you how to make her famous bracelets. you pick out alessia’s favourite colours, discovering you were quite good at this. no one is better than esme though.

you were extremely focused on your bracelet, wanting your girlfriend to have the most perfect one ever. your extreme focus causing you to miss your girlfriend’s eyes peering over her seat to look at you.

you hear esme giggling and you look up at her, she nudges her head towards alessia.

you make eye contact with your girlfriend, her eyes forming crescent moons as you finally look at her. she lifts her hand up and lightly waves. you smile at her and blow her a kiss. eye contact disappearing as tooney moved her head to the front again.

you had finally finished your project, excited to give your girlfriend your creation. she had gotten off the bus first, you saw her waiting for you outside the window.

you step out of the bus and she surges towards you. wrapping her arms around your waist and lifting you above the ground. your arms go around her neck in attempts to stabilise yourself. she places her head in the crook of your neck, breathing lightly.

“you broke the contract, never leave me again you awful woman!” she murmured into your neck

“technically, you broke it too, baby” she shook her head in your neck and placed you back on the ground. refusing to part from you

“tooney’s right, lessi baby, you really need me huh?” you coo, rubbing small circles on her back with your hand.

she rips her face out of your neck, “don’t act like you don’t” she smiles down at you, leaning in to place a small kiss on your nose

“a big softie you are, star girl” you kiss her cheek, smiling as it becomes warm under your contact

“oh! I almost forgot, here you go!” you say pulling the carefully crafted bracelet from your (alessia’s) hoodie pocket

she grabbed it from you, pupils as big as the moon smiling brightly

“looks like you’re the softie now” placing a chaste kiss to your lips and putting the bracelet on her wrist

“go home love birds, I’m sick of you!” tooney says with fake anger, knowing she loved seeing her best friend so in love

alessia grabs your hand and directs you to her car, holding the door open for you, rushing to the driver's side as soon as she closed the door and you were safely seated.

“you know, I think there should be repercussions for breaking our contract,” alessia said, rubbing small circles on your thigh.

“what’s my punishment then, baby? need me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“woah! I was just going to make you wash the dishes after dinner but that works too” she winks at you, your face turning bright red

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

Dear John | Part 2

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Part 1

Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.

Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter

Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.

Date: Early August, 1943

Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)

Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.

I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.

That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.

As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.

But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?

Maybe you don’t.

I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.

Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.

One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.

I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!

I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.

Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.

Your vain little friend,

Julia Jean Turner

P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋

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Whew this week was a doozy wasn’t it? Here’s some fluff for those of y’all who needed it, and I can promise angst soon for those who want to stay in the soul shattering mood. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is a writer’s lifeblood, let me hear your screams.

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[burstingdragons]

The Iris Ending [NaLu]

Summary - Nearing the completion of her novel, Lucy struggles at coming up with the book's conclusion. In the midst of a rainstorm, her best friend drops by and she decides to experiment another ending, but this time... on him. Who could of imagined Natsu would be the solution to her writer's block?

Lucy Heartfilia was frustrated. The reasoning behind her frustration was rather amusing as the torrential downpour outside her window continued raging on. The blonde loved to write during a storm, it helped her mind relax and express itself freely without having any restrictions. However, today was different. She was struggling with creativity. Holding her pen in a tight grasp, Lucy stared blankly at all the papers sprawled about across her desk.

The novel she had been working on for years, The Adventure of Iris, was so close to its finishing touches. All that was needed was a respectable conclusion and the book would be done at last. A certain blue haired best friend of hers appeared in her mind as she quietly giggled to herself. 

I'm sure Levy will be thrilled once I finally figure this ending out.

A few ideas had begun to form and she acted on them quickly and efficiently. Despite this mentality, she repeatedly would write a few lines down before grumbling under her breath and subsequently tossing the idea in the trash. After the fifth scrapped closing, her patience was running thin.

Why am I having so much trouble trying to create an ending that I like! I must be miss something important, but what?

Unbeknownst to Lucy, who was still occupied with her writer's block dilemma, the bedroom window slid open. She normally left it unlocked, for her other best friend, who just so happened to love to drop in whenever he could. With or without her permission of course. This was one of those days, despite it being rainy and more, that her precious fire dragon slayer would want to surprise her. He noticed she was once again swept away within her own mind and chuckled, making sure to cover his mouth with his hand as he did so, not wanting to alert her of his presence so soon. 

Hehe, this should be fun! 

He removed the checkered scaly scarf that was usually draped around his neck and shifted it to wrap around his face, concealing it as a mask would. He dropped down quietly onto her carpet floor and acted like a ninja.

Nin-Nin, I am ninja!

The pink haired wizard snuck up on his target as he stopped directly behind her swivel chair. As he prepared to spook the girl he noticed something rather odd on the right side of her desk that had been slightly covered up by scattered sheets of paper. He realized it was a large scale printed out picture that had been decorated in bright purple and gold. Glancing at the black lettering, he became even more confused seeing Lucy's own name a little further underneath. 

"The Adventure of Iris?" He whispered out mistakenly and into the side of her ear as she shrieked, now becoming fully aware of someone behind her. Abruptly she jumped up and accidentally headbutted the boy, nearly knocking him out cold, as he fell backwards.

"Ow-Luce what the hell!" He ranted in annoyance as he held his now aching head.

"Natsu?" She turned around in question before realizing it was indeed him. "I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that! You scared me!" 

He continued mumbling noncoherent curses as the pain in skull began to slowly subside. Seeing him sitting on her floor and all pouty caused her to smirk and laugh.

"Hey what are you going on about now!" Natsu playfully glared daggers as he listened to her beautiful laughter. Calming herself down, she leaned over and gave him her hand, helping him back to his feet.

"I'm sorry, you just looked as if you were a child in timeout." Her smirk all but faded, however as she observed his appearance. The storm had really done a number on him as his entire vest was drenched along with his spiky pink locks.

"Natsu, you're completely soaked!" She chastised him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom. Opening the door, and after quickly shoving him in, she shut it. "You're not coming back out until you take a shower!"

"Luce, I really don't need one..." She heard his muffled voice through the door.

"Yes, you do. You're ruining my carpet!" She explained as she noticed the dark spots appearing on her carpet, assuming those were the steps he had taken from the window to reach her. Opening one of her spare drawers, she popped it open, unsurprised as well as a little thankful, to find a spare of his usual clothing. Picking it up gently, she proceeded to the door and began reopening it.

"Natsu, I'm coming in."

"Okay." He nonchalantly spoke while staring at his reflection in the mirror. The rain had made him look like he had been hit by a train.

"Stop sulking Natsu. What's your deal anyways?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He gave her a smile, brushing her worries aside. She didn't want to pry so she went along with it.

Okay... I guess he's fine.

Lucy hung his outfit up on a hook as she leaned into the shower and spun the handle to the side. Cold water instantly began gushing out as Lucy figured her friend would warm the temperature up to his liking with his own magic. 

"There's a change of clothes, now hurry and clean yourself up. I'm wasting precious water money on you, ya know!" She laughed as she closed the door and turned on her heel.

"Damn Lucy, I told her I was fine." She caught his words, imagining him rolling his eyes in that moment, hearing foot steps going further from the door.

"I heard that!" Lucy called out and heard him yelp in surprise. She giggled to herself again, before strolling back over to her chair and sitting down. Faintly hearing running water in the background, she shuffled her papers and picked out an empty one. Grabbing the pen again, she sighed.

Round two Lucy, here we go.

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He stared at the glistening tile below him as his mind wondered back to the entire reason he had come here in the first place. To get advice, and maybe some help, from Lucy. Natsu and his other best friend, a blue flying cat, had gotten into an argument after coming back from a monster extermination mission. It started out small at first, but then grew larger as it escalated. Annoyed with the exceed, he had let a remark slip that caused his friend to fly off right when the storm began and now he had no idea where the little guy could be. Adding onto the fact, Happy most likely did not want to see or speak with him at this time either. So, here he now was.

As much as Natsu tried shooting her idea down, he was thankful for his best friend's determination to break him out of his stubbornness. She was entirely right in the fact that the current monsoon going on in Magnolia had ruined his clothing for the day, and that she was also right in the regards that he definitely did need a shower. It made him feel, well as one should, clean. The dragon slayer could of easily dried himself off with his own fire, but he had used a significant portion of his magic dealing with the monster and then the train ride back had been taxing, courtesy of his motion sickness. 

Running his fingers through his hair, making sure to fix what mother nature had ruined, he let his previous argument wash away. He decided to think on something else, what he seen just a few minutes ago actually. That strange picture that Lucy had somewhat hidden on the side of her desk. He tried to figure out what that object was, but failed to understand it. 

It had her name on it, but what could that mean?

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"This sucks!" Lucy shouted after complaining for the umpteenth time. Since her return from dealing with the pink haired boy, she had written down three more endings that might work and, once more, infuriatingly threw them in the garbage can.  

This feels so simple, but it's not.  Think Lucy, think! What am I possibly leaving out? 

Her thoughts trailed back to the entire plot of the book. It was about her various adventures at Fairy Tail, with the characters obviously made up. The conclusion was supposed to be set after their war against Alvarez, or in the novel's case, Hearthia. One of the main genres, however was romance so she felt like she needed a strong epilogue between the two main characters for the closing.

It needs to be perfect.

Both characters had gone through trials and tribulations, most noticeably the loss of a father and close friend. The more Lucy wrote the more she realized how most of her novel mirrored her and Natsu, just names changed. At the end of the Tartaros war, the boy she had grown to adore helplessly watched his foster father be executed right in front of him. Likewise that same day, she had to destroy one of her very own special gate keys in order to save him and the rest of their friends. Without originally realizing it, during the one year absence he left her with and the original disbandment of Fairy Tail, she had placed their grief into the fictional characters in her story. 

It had been nearly a full year since Alvarez's invasion took place, an invasion that nearly took him away from her heart. She had rewritten his demonic book and given him enough time for his wounds to heal in order to beat the nation's invading ruler, Zeref, but then he had been unexpectedly summoned into Acnologia's realm.

I'm just glad he and the other slayers won... and that we were able to defeat that monstrosity's own physical form. 

She couldn't help but imagine the despair that she felt when their group of four had turned around and realized the he had vanished into thin air. Then, their reunion on the Hargeon port as he fell out of the sky after beating the black dragon of the apocalypse. Lucy could still visualize his cheery smile as she held Happy and him closely and got lost in his obsidian tinted eyes. She heard the flow of water come to a stop as she hummed to herself. 

Since the characters are based off us, maybe, just maybe...

The door opened as Natsu made his way back out now fully dry. Well, almost fully dry. His scarf which he had wrapped back around his neck was still damp. Realizing this, she stood up and gave him a pointed look.

"Natsu."

"Yeah?" He questioned as he tried figuring out what his best friend was upset about now.

"Your scarf, it's not dry!" She clarified to him as he glanced down and, sure enough, he felt the fabric sticking to him as if it were glue. 

"So, what Lucy! It's fine." The fire breather challenged. 

"Nope, hand it over mister so I can help dry it!" Lucy ordered as she made her way to him and placed her hands around the material. As she tugged to loosen it off him, he stepped backwards and caused her balance to shift. Stumbling, the Celestial Spirit summoner fell forwards into his chest as they tumbled onto her carpet. 

Lucy opened her eyes and couldn't help but become flustered as she had landed on top of the pinkette. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she raised herself slightly as she shifted her legs to get up. Though, to her shock, she was pulled back down.

"Natsu?" Her voice caught in her throat as his onyx eyes began piercing through hers.

"Luce, I've got a question for ya." He spoke as she saw his dark orbs dart out to the side. 

What is he looking at?

"That purple thing... over there." He motioned with his eyes as she turned her head and found exactly what he had located. "What exactly is it?" 

The cover! He saw the cover for my novel! He wasn't supposed to see that!

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Lucy hurriedly forced out hoping to satisfy his answer. She was very wrong, if anything her response only made him all the more curious.

"You sure? It has your name on it silly." He pointed out chuckling at her embarrassed state. She looked down and despite his laugher, she could tell the boy below her was genuinely interested in finding more about his discovery.

He is technically the co-owner of this adventure, so I might as well.

"It's the book cover for my novel I've been writing, Natsu." The blonde revealed as his eyes lit up.

"You mean that thingy you've been fighting the last three years?" He spoke cheerfully as she couldn't help but roll her eyes. 

Of course that's how he would see it.

"Yep, that's right Natsu, and it's actually been ten years with the whole seven year time skip thing." She nodded and corrected him.

"Oh whatever!" He waved his hand off to the side uncaringly. "So, does that mean you've finished it?"

That was the question she had been battling all day. The finale was right there, it was within reach, and yet it felt so far away. Constantly she had failed to write it the way she wanted it to turn out. Her mind just seemed to be in other places, all since he had arrived...

That's it! Maybe Natsu could get my ideas flowing again!

"Not yet, I'm struggling to complete the final few pages of it." Lucy explained as she saw his eyes expand eagerly before shrinking back down to their normal state.

"Need any help?"

"I'd love some!" She happily nodded, glad he could somewhat understand her issue.

"So, what's this ending about?"

Lucy couldn't help but blush as she had been hoping to avoid this type of question, but she knew it was necessary to answer if Natsu was actually going to help her. He would need to know what exactly it was they were dealing with here.

"The two main characters have just defeated the tyrant and won the war. I was, uh, hoping to have some type of romantic scene between them to finish it out." She summarized for him, as her cheeks became a dark shade of red at the end.

"Tyrant...war... kinda sounds like what we've been through don't ya think?" He casually said as a grin appeared on his face. He couldn't help but admit she looked rather adorable when embarrassed. 

"I'm sure that's just coincidence!" Lucy attempted to deny his statement as she turned her head away. 

"Sure, sure." Natsu continued grinning at the flustered girl above him as he begin to get his own idea. Turning her head back down to look at him, she noticed him seeming serious for once.

What's he thinking about?

"I might have something, but I need just a few more details..." He whispered as his gaze practically paralyzed her in place.

"I'm open to suggestions." She meekly answered as the shades of red across her cheeks grew even darker. 

"For this scene, who starts it?" He spoke out, interested, as she watched the gears in his brain turn. 

"I was thinking the girl-" 

Lucy's speech was cutoff as Natsu grabbed her waist and dragged her down, switching their positions in the process. The fire dragon slayer now kneeled above her, keeping her arms pinned, as he looked at his best friend with an intense expression. Her flushed state at this point could rival Erza's hair.

"See, I don't like that idea. I think the boy should begin it, don't ya agree?" He stated, teasing her, as her heart rate rapidly rose.

"Okay..." Lucy mumbled, still in total surprise, as she decided to just let him take the reins wondering where this would go. 

I've never seen this side of Natsu before...

"Are these two really close post-war or?" He asked, breaking the silence. 

"Really close, they've basically known each other since the story's beginning. I would even say at this point they like... actually, they are lovers for sure." Lucy explained.

"Is that so?" Natsu couldn't help but believe the two mages present in the apartment and her two created protagonists for the novel had some type of connection between them.

"Yeah and-"

Once more, the Celestial wizard was interrupted as Natsu placed a finger against her lips, effectively silencing her. 

"I think I got a way your book could end Luce, but you're gonna have to trust me." He stated as she could see tiny bits of fire making its way up into his irises. Even though he was acting strangely, she knew that he would never hurt her.

"I trust you, Natsu. I always have." 

That had been the green light he was waiting for, as the dragon slayer lowered himself and carefully captured her pink lips. Fragments of his own imagination and affections mixed together as he poured it all out into the princess underneath him. 

Despite initiating the kiss, Natsu quickly found out what reading some of the scarlet knight's novels had done to the blonde. Their coordination was admirable as the struggle to beat writer's block turned into a duel to best the other at their own game for dominance. Lucy felt his grip tighten around her as one of his hands traveled down to her thigh, squeezing it delicately. She couldn't help but release a moan at his gentle touch. Her insides, figuratively, caught on fire as Lucy felt like she was in Heaven. The two lovers continued to be deadlocked in a passionate frenzy. 

Finally, something snapped inside of the pinektte as he broke free from his trance. Instantly he pulled back, gasping in pleasure and excitement, but also fright. He had nearly given into his draconic instincts and he knew she was making his own control waver.

"I'm sorry Luce, I acted on instinct-" Natsu began apologizing before her own finger traveled its way up, his own speech trailing off in surprise as she shushed him. Instead of being upset, Lucy was smiling at him. Her smile it was almost... taunting.

"I never said anything about stopping, Natsu." 

The next few seconds happened quickly, but to him it felt like time had slowed down. Lucy once more secured his scarf in her grip as she eagerly pulled him back down to her. Wrapping her arms behind his neck she led him to her lips as she picked up from where they had left off. His hands ran through her hair as every emotion made its way to the surface. The war, the losses, the hope and fear, it was all there. 

Thunder kept crackling outside as the two young adults tuned out the rest of the world and fell into an embrace of pure bliss. Separating for air, they cautiously glanced at one another before smiling after seeing the other's expression. 

"So, uh... did that give you an idea for the finish to your book?" Natsu questioned.

Full of happiness and content with their positioning, Lucy inclined her head beaming up at him.

You've showed me much more then just an ending I can decide on. I finally have you, and now I'm never letting go Natsu Dragneel.

"Great! Does that mean this is the part where you usually say, 'the end?'" He chuckled, pondering on it, as he felt her clasp his hands and look up at him lovingly. 

"No, not the end." Hearing his words, Lucy had immediately began thinking about the demon he was revived into and had once become, the fire demon that they had defeated, together. 

"This is just the beginning. Our beginning."

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☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ about me.

dooby isn't my actual name but just a pen name that i like! for internet safety, just stick with dooby!

my academic background is rooted in neuroscience and biotech!! im currently a graduate and working in the field!

im using this blog as a creative outlet - so i write for fun but if you wanna chat and be friends please do!

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ fun facts.

my faves in bllk + jjk are: BAROU hehe that is all + CHOSO and yuuta

im a march pisces and im super into astrology/tarot cards

not an active anime watcher atm but my faves are yuri on ice, free!!, kuroko no basket, blue lock, hunter x hunter, and any shoujo romance

music tastes: NIKI, Taylor Swift, DABIN, Wave to Earth, Brockhampton

games i play (sometimes): league of legends (ik it sucks), honkai, genshin, overwatch

likes: matcha, any asian noodle dish, cold weather, rainy + cloudy days, collecting art prints, hosting themed dinner parties, karaoke, soft romance, thriller movies

dislikes: horror movies/games (sorry rin), hot weather, swimming (bc i CANT)

hobbies: GYM, i write ig, sometimes read too, cry a lil, and poop like ALOT, make playlists for every inconvenience in my life

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ writing.

i honestly love writing domestic headcanons - things such as going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, etc.

this is the second time im starting a fandom writing blog idk why blue lock awakened something in me again - the last fandom i was in was kuroko no basket

my fave genre to write for is angst and fluff! i would say my weakest is nsfw just because of lack of writing experience (plenty of irl experience tho....)

[ughgclden]

i love hearing from u every time <3 it just takes so much for me to respond for some reason shdhshs BUT i understand that on an insane level, ive just been smoking mary jane n reading it and i LOVE it sm, out of my two friends that have read it they both agree i’m moony so i’m not sure what that says but it makes me happy

YOU DESERVE IT ALL BEE MY LOVE!! remembering insignificant things is such a love language of mine i- i understand the down bad, how’s it going with him! did you guys hangout? did he bring over take out food from his uncles restaurant just to see you? does he carry a book in his pocket? hehe

i’ve definitely been resting a lot recently! i also started therapy which i think is helping with everything (: plus everything is winding down and i’ll be traveling home soon and i’m kinda excited to be back home, with my full wardrobe and my dab pen to be quite honest shdhs…but month wise october and april have my heart, i love rainy gloomy weather so they’re currently battling for my affection, like i love spring but i love fall n it’s so sweet and spooky

no new dates thankfully, i have a deep hatred of men forever and always but this truly put me in a different spot. the audacity. but thank u for ur well wishes, i’ll find someone eventually but i’m in no rush, honestly i really enjoy being alone!! p.s i forgot to tell u i dyed my whole head red! like bright red! it’s cutie but i’m excited for it to fade already shdhs

i love you lots my bee!! congratulations on 1.5k that is literally fucking insane!! you deserve everything and more. forever will be my fav writer on here and i shall celebrate by participating in ur celebration and reading ur fics of course (:< (i’m sorry for how long this is shdhs)

mars mars mars!!! its now my turn to apologise for my disappearance,, ive missed you! that honestly sound like. an amazing way to spend your time and i am eternally jealous that im not doing that rn.. i think that's an amazing compliment tbh (and you DO give such moony vibes!!!)

and... we went on another date a couple of days ago>:) we went to a really cute cafe n then explored the christmas markets and he held my hand so he wouldn't lose me in the crowds so its safe to say im. being so calm and normal about him. and BSHJBDFJ i wish smh😔 he has however been giving me incredible book recommendations which is not helping with my whole down bad problem.

i hope therapy is treating you well!! i know it can be super helpful,, along with resting a lot,, so im so happy to hear!!! heading home is always absolutely lovely, i hope its nothing but calming and cosiness for you!!! incredible month choices i must say (and they also make so much sense in the best way!!!)

being single is so underrated tbh!!!! sometimes being alone is ten times better than being stuck with an average man,, in fact it nearly always is. BUT that sound so so pretty, and i bet you look absolutely stunning with it!!!!

i love you lots and lots mars,, thank you so so much wtf!!! sending you all of my love and well wishes, and happy first of december!!!

[rainydrops]

Day V: Visor

"Oooh...thanks-!" they seemed too happy about the gift for me to be anything but equally enthusiastic, even though this was...not what I had been expecting.

A clunky headset with a wraparound eyepiece. Holding it, it seemed high-end...an odd thing to blow a lot of money on for something I never really asked for. I wasn't much of a gamer, but new tech was always cool, I reasoned.

"Wanna try it on, see if it fits okay?" they gingerly took the headset out of my hands as I blinked.

"Are you in a rush or something?" I joked.

"I just wanna make sure every part is in working order, don't tease~!" they huffed. I raised my hands, backing down.

"Fine, fine, sure. But shouldn't we--"

and without another word they were shifting the set down over my head. It fit snugly like a glove, comforting pressure from all sides like someone was rubbing my temples. "Shouldn't--shouldn't we--?" I trailed off as they strapped it on from behind with a casual hum.

"There, that feel alright?" they asked as though they didn't already know my response.

"Yeah, it's...it's good..." I murmured, bringing my hands up to feel the cool smoothness of the exterior before they quickly fell back limply at my sides.

"Now, here, this is the part I really wanted to show you..." they clicked a button on the side of the headset, and a brilliant glow of pulsing colors bloomed forth on the screen in front of my eyes.

"Woah--flash warning," I half-joked, although the tone wasn't quite there. I was distracted by the lightshow, and by the warm feeling encasing my head, and their hand in mine, leading me down the hall.

"You don't mind, do you? It's pretty to watch."

"...it's pretty to watch." I agreed, legs moving without my knowledge.

We walked until I couldn't feel myself moving anymore, except to lower to my knees. My head felt heavy. Warm. So warm...

"The pretty colors are nice, aren't they~?"

"The pretty colors are nice."

"It feels better to kneel. To obey. To smile."

"To kneel...to obey...to smile."

And I was so happy. In retrospect, one of their better purchases.

[primoredial-jade]

my only one

“ on rainy days or lonely daytimes, please color me with your shiny light. “

prompt: you see each other again after a long day.

pairings: (separate!) diluc, childe, thoma x gn!reader

type: fluff/comfort

cw: established relationship, embracing, hugging, lots of kisses, one slightly suggestive comment in diluc’s, usage of pet names (love, babe, honey), reader is alluded to being shorter than their partner, usage of childe’s real name and general lore spoilers. just a lot of fluff hehe :]

—DILUC

the ticking of the clock, flipping of pages, and taps of a pen on his chin were the only sounds that occupied diluc’s quaint office space for the past hour. he had been having a particularly hard time figuring out how he wanted to go about this transaction with fontaine in regards to the winery’s imported goods. remnants of a headache were beginning to form, and with a heaving sigh, he set down his pen and leaned back into his plush armchair.

he considered abandoning it altogether for another day and head out for his nighttime duties early- truly unlike him to procrastinate like this, but he felt as if everything was going awry with his day since this morning. 

when he awoke that day, he instinctively reached out for the comforting warmth of your own body, but was instead met with cold sheets and a note. in a panic, he had scrambled to wipe the sleep from his eyes and zeroed in on the note, only to deflate in both relief and disappointment that you had decided to head out early for the day.

“sister victoria specifically requested me for an early commission at the church, i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner! rest up, i’ll see you later today. don’t overwork yourself too much, i love you.” 

diluc couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the note, which was now residing inside his bedside drawer, along with all the other notes you had ever left him. it was already nearing evening time and he presumed you would have been back by now. a small part of him worried, but he knew you were capable. 

almost as if on cue, he could barely hear the front door to the winery open and adelinde happily greet you a welcome home. rolling his shoulders and straightening up, he took a stand to greet you properly as a lover should, briskly leaving his office and paperwork behind in favor of someone he valued for much more.

(continued utc!)

as he descended the stairs, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips when he saw you plop face first into the nearest couch, groaning and laying still for a few moments. diluc thought you could easily pass as being dead with the way you were unmoving, but he knew better. 

by the time he reached you, you had tilted your face in his direction with a goofy half smile adorning your beautiful features. a grin made its way onto his face as he crouched down to be level with you, bringing a warm hand to brush hair out of your face. “hi there,” you greeted sleepily.

“hello, my love,” he answered back. you sighed through your nose, briefly closing your eyes at his comforting touch. “‘m tired... never taking a commission from sister victoria again!” your speech was muffled due to you turning your face back into the couch, but he heard you loud and clear.

he gently maneuvered you so you were facing him, and you pouted at him with no malice. “and what did sister victoria do this time? i do happen to recall the last time you took a less than favorable job from her, i told you not to take it again,” he chided with a knowing look. 

you couldn’t help but get flustered. you hadn’t seen him all day, and he was so incredibly handsome despite his half-hearted lecture. “yeah, yeah i know. but i just can’t refuse, she asked for me! it’s not my fault i’m the best cleaner of the church despite not having an anemo or hydro vision. maybe i should bring you along with me next time,” you replied, taking his hand and holding it to your cheek.

“hmph. potentially burning down a church isn’t exactly a good omen,” diluc joked with a raised eyebrow. you laughed, tugging him in closer. “you wouldn’t do that and we both know it.”

he allowed you to pull him to lay with you on the couch, facing you. it was uncomfortable and quite the squeeze, but he indulged you for now. he couldn’t help the warmth that was beginning to invade his cheeks. despite being with you for so long, you still had this effect on him. 

“the maids will see us, love,” he murmured, but you swatted his arm lightly. “let them. we’re not doing anything explicit... yet,” you joked. his blush deepened in color, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. “don’t say things like that,” he scolded with a lilt to his voice, but you ignored him.

“i missed you,” you confessed, nuzzling into his chest. “it was just a day, but... i feel like something is missing when you’re not there to greet me in the morning.”

diluc smiled a smile reserved only for you, kissing the crown of your head. “how amusing. i was just thinking the same thing before you arrived home,” he confessed. your grip around his waist tightened, nodding slightly. 

“can we stay like this a little longer? please?” you asked, closing your eyes and basking in his natural warmth he offered on this particularly cold day by mondstat’s standards.

he didn’t have to look to know you already dozed off, to which he closed his own eyes in turn and brought his arm over your body to shield you from the cold. perhaps the paperwork and darknight hero activities could wait for later.

“anything for you.”

—CHILDE

“and… ta-da! hm, xiangling was right. this recipe is actually pretty easy to follow,” you pondered aloud to yourself, taking the finishing touch of chopped green onions and sprinkling it over the pot of soup you had been working on for the past few hours.

turning off the stove, you brought your arms over your head in a stretch, marveling at your hard work. cooking wasn’t exactly your forte, but when you had mentioned in passing to xiangling during a stop at her shop that you wanted to cook something special and native for your lover, she had shoved a recipe in your face with a wink.

thank goodness her instructions were clear cut and easy to follow- it looked like the soup was made by a five star chef!

you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of a beaming childe once he realized you chose to cook today- a liyuean dish at that. most days, he would be the one to take the reigns with cooking duty once he finished with work, and while they were undoubtedly delicious, they were typically snezhnayan dishes. 

there was something else of note these days, too. he seemed to be more tired and clingy, opting to wash up and head straight into bed right when he got home. it certainly wasn’t going to cut it if he skipped dinner and breakfast.

taking a glance at the clock on the wall, you estimated he would be home in another half hour or so. it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that he would be the first to leave and the last to come home due to the nature of his job, and while it was disappointing at times, he always tried his best to make it up for you.

and, you just couldn’t resist his face when he pouted and faux begged for your forgiveness.

scoffing with a grin at the memory of his stupidly handsome face, you headed to the bathroom to wash up, mentally noting to scold childe for leaving his indoor slippers haphazardly strewn about in the hallway.

by the time you were finished with your routine and drying your hands on a towel, you could hear the front door open and close, the familiar sound of a shirt being unbuttoned and hung on a rack. 

“early today,” you commented to yourself. childe’s voice called out your name, searching for you.

“i’m in here, ajax! give me a second,” you replied, knowing how he tended to get when you didn’t answer him back promptly. it was understandable when he explained it to you in the past- anything could happen when you were the lover of a fatui harbinger, and he preferred to know where you were at when he called.

you exited the bathroom with a smile adorning your face, excited to see your boyfriend after a particularly long day. truthfully, it felt like forever since you last saw him, despite knowing he slept in the same bed last night.

by the time you made it back to the kitchen, he was already standing in front of the stove and looking upon your work. with his outer gray fatui top off, his back was facing toward you in his burgundy undershirt. he tilted his head slightly to look at you while you wrapped your arms around his waist, smooshing your cheek against his strong back.

“welcome home,” you murmured, to which he half grinned and fully turned to embrace you, laying his chin on your head. “did you make this? it smells really good,” he commented earnestly, nonchalantly rocking you both side to side. truthfully, it was making you the tiniest bit drowsy.

“mm, no, a ghost suddenly appeared in our home and decided it wanted to cook super amazing and delicious soup for no reason. of course i made it, dummy,” you joked. he definitely did not like that comment.

“how dare you call me a dummy!” he whined, taking his fingers and wiggling it around your sides. you squirmed, squealing in displeasure and trying your best to get away from him, but his grip was tight and he couldn’t help but bellow a laugh at your misery.

“a-ajax! okay, okay, i yield!” you cried, half-heartedly hitting his chest as you struggled to catch your breath.

“that’s what i like to hear, cutie,” he teased, ceasing his attack and kissing you on the cheek in apology, descending with continuous butterfly kisses until he reached your neck. flustered, you took his hands and threaded your fingers together. 

“what’s gotten into you? does the soup smell that good?” you tried to laugh it off, but your breath hitched when he laid a particularly harsh kiss on the junction where your neck connected with your shoulder.

“well, i guess so. but not just that,” he admitted against your shoulder, his auburn hair tickling your exposed skin. he brought his hands to hold your waist, trusting you to support most of his weight as he slumped against you. instinctively, you brought up a hand to wrap around his lower back and another in his hair, petting it gently.

“long day?” you asked quietly, your heartbeat calming down as his breathing evened out. childe only hummed in response, nuzzling deeper into your neck. it was a little uncomfortable- your tall boyfriend practically trying to attach to you while standing, but you’d endure it everyday if he asked you to.

“yeah,” he breathed out, laying another kiss on your shoulder. “missed you. been dreaming about the kids back home, too,” he hummed in thought. “sometimes i wonder if my parents worry whether the next letter that gets sent home will be the last.”

you couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was frowning. it wasn’t too often he let him show his vulnerability to you like this- he usually only wanted to let you see the strong and capableness that only he possessed. not that you particularly minded any side that was the box of complexities that was childe, ajax, tartaglia- but being in your arms without any teasing and the upmost sincerity was one you appreciated a bit more than the rest.

“i’ve never met your parents, but they sound like good people. and they raised a quite the son to boot, who loves his family and would literally fight until the end for them. they know you’re a strong and capable warrior ajax,” and before he could interrupt you, you shushed quietly.

“although you always say you’re a bad person- and by all means, we both know you aren’t necessarily a good person- at the end of the day, the ajax that i know and fell in love with is dependable, and has a heart made of the finest gold. so, don’t worry too much about them. they’ll always be there to welcome you back home with open arms, and you’re not someone who is easily able to walked over, either. i’ll be there with you! every step of the way,” you finished, not once ceasing the gentle touch of your fingers through his hair.

childe smiled sincerely, heart beginning to beat faster at your words. he squeezed you tighter, making a sound of disdain escape your lips. “hm… i know. but having you there with me nagging all the time is probably not ideal,” he joked with a gleeful laugh as you gasped in shock. “excuse me!” you grumbled in faux anger, going to pull away.

he didn’t let you go, once again beginning to sway you both side to side. you sighed, letting him continue for just a little longer. “ajax, we should eat. the soup isn’t going to eat itself,” you remarked with a poke to his side.

“yeah, yeah i know, you little nagger,” you could hear the grin in his voice, but you rolled your eyes and let it slide this time.

“i was thinking of when the next time i could bring you back home to meet them all would be. they would adore you,” he commented quietly, ceasing his swaying to pull back and look you in the eyes.

“you mean that?” you asked, warmth coming to your cheeks.

“i mean it,” he confirmed earnestly, bumping his forehead against yours, promising, “i mean it with all of this golden heart of mine that you speak so highly of. i love you.”

—THOMA

“it’s a shame thoma won’t be able to join us for the hot pot game tonight. i’m sure he would have been thrilled to see the assortment of ingredients we acquired today,” ayato commented, sitting besides his sister with impeccable posture. just looking at them made you sit up straighter yourself, smiling sheepishly.

“ah, it’s alright. having you both- my lord, and my lady, to meet with me despite your busy schedules is already of the upmost honor and pleasure,” you replied, automatically bowing your head in gratitude. ayato chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. “still with the formalities? you’ve already been considered as a part of this family for how long, now? no need to keep up with the titles behind closed doors,” he teased, to which ayaka nodded in agreement with a kind smile. 

even after all this time of knowing and working with the kamisato’s, you couldn’t help but fluster at being able to see this side to one of the most influential clans in the nation. the respect you had for them was astronomical, but they still insisted that you and thoma treat them as any other friend would. “of course, ayato. i apologize for forgetting,” you said, a smile of your own decorating your face. “so, what do we have on the menu today?”

your eyes roved over the amount of ingredients on the table, wondering what you should put in the pot. while you certainly didn’t want to get the head of the kamisato clan and his sister sick for their countless amount of appearances they were surely to have tomorrow, they did tell you to treat them as any other friend would. and, you could imagine a grinning thoma encouraging you to go outside the box for just this one time.

“maybe some... cooked onikabuto would suffice? or some bitter whopperflower nectar?” you questioned aloud, to which ayaka hid her cringe with a perfectly tight lipped smile. “both of those options sound... splendid!” she commented, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the high pitch of her voice. ayato picked up a plate of what appeared to be a fine plate of pink shrimp.

“this may have been coated with a thin layer of slime,” he remarked, to which ayaka subsequently turned pale at. you and ayato were clearly having a good time teasing her with laughs. yet, a small part of you still felt like a missing part of the puzzle was missing without thoma there.

that morning, he had given you a quick kiss on the cheek while your eyes were still adjusting to the brightness of the day, apologizing for not being able to get ready together. something about having to help out mr. naganohara with some errands, but you didn’t catch much else in your half-asleep state. you wished you had given him a proper farewell now that it had been hours since his return, but it couldn’t be helped.

with a slight sigh at the thought, you finally decided on your choice to put into the hot pot- the onikabuto. “itto would definitely not be happy about this one,” you muttered to yourself, being mindful to not splash the hot water as you placed the bugs into the pot. the split second horrified expression of ayaka didn’t go unnoticed, as you gave her a smug grin. “go on, my lady- i mean, ayaka. your pick next,” you urged, cracking your knuckles in anticipation. 

her eyes skimmed over the ingredients, and zeroed in on tri-colored dango. “that would surely be a strange combination,” ayato pointed out, leaning back slightly. “i bet thoma would feel ecstatic to see-”

almost as if ayato summoned him from thin air, the sliding door to the private room in the komore teahouse suddenly cut his sentence off, and you all turned your heads to find the man himself standing there. to anyone else, he may have seemed perfectly fine, but you picked up the slight slump of his shoulders, tousled hair, and downward turn of his eyes. 

“ah, thoma. right on time,” ayato started, and you made your way to your feet to greet your lover. meeting him halfway, you took his hands and looked into his pretty green eyes, silently asking him if he was okay. he answered by giving you a small smile, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb and tilting his head to the table, and you followed suit. 

“you know i would never miss out on the chance to play hot pot with my three favorite people,” thoma chuckled, taking a seat beside you. you squeezed his hand for a second longer before letting go, and he nudged your elbow in response. 

“ayaka was just about to put in some dango into our concoction. i’ve already had the liberty to place some onikabutos in there,” you informed him, to which he laughed heartily at. despite that, you could still tell he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent of himself, and you side-eyed him for a bit before returning your attention back to the table.

ayaka and ayato put in their ingredients- dango and slime covered shrimp respectively, and you all looked at thoma expectantly. he hummed in thought, before picking up a plate of crab and gently placing it into the pot. “a tame choice, even for you,” ayato noted, catching the eye of thoma. 

thoma brought his hand to the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “it’s just one of those days,” he laughed off.

ayaka furrowed her brows in concern, and shared a look with her brother. just as thoma was about to pick up a ladle to stir the soup, ayaka gently took it out of his hands. “thoma, you should go out and get some air. ayaka and i will keep watch over the soup,” ayato urged, giving you a knowing look. you smiled gratefully, beginning to make your way up and lead him out.

thoma gaped at the siblings, going to protest, but with a raise of his hand, ayato stopped him. “consider this an order. and, we promise we won’t add any more weird ingredients to it,” to which ayaka nodded eagerly. “um... well, at least, i won’t,” she clarified, and you shook your head with a chuckle. thoma finally relented with a small “thank you,” allowing you to pull him up and outside of the komore teahouse.

by the time you made it outside, thoma had slung his arm around your shoulder and leaned most of his weight against you. the cool breeze of the night contrasted the warmth of the teahouse, and you couldn’t help but take in a deep breath before setting you and thoma down on the bench right next to the entrance.

he had moved his arm to rest against your waist, leaning his head into your shoulder and sighing in content. there was a prolonged and comfortable silence that filled the air, as your eyes unhurriedly scanned the lights of inazuma city. you perked up when thoma let out a quiet noise of discontent as he rolled his shoulder back.

“what did mr. naganohara make you do today, hm?” you questioned, poking his cheek. he grinned, catching your hand and placing a small kiss on it. “nothing i couldn’t handle. just a little tired, is all. didn’t get many breaks,” he yawned, closing his eyes briefly. 

“it’s been a long time since we were all together for one night. i don’t want to ruin it,” he said, referring to the kamisato siblings and you two. 

still as selfless as ever, never thinking about him and his own health, you thought with a shake of your head. “they wouldn’t mind if we stayed out here a little longer. plus, i’m not sure how hot i feel about slime shrimp, onikabuto, dango, and crab all together. sounds pretty gnarly,” you commented, snuggling up to him closer to steal a bit of his warmth.

ever so perceptive, thoma brought his other arm around to fully have you wrapped up, and you gladly reciprocated. his scent comforted you, and he laid a kiss on your head. “’m sorry i didn’t get to say farewell this morning. it was so early.”

“don’t worry about it,�� he replied quietly, running his hands up and down your back comfortingly. “saying goodbye to your sleepy face is probably one of the best things to leave home with a memory of, you know?” he said earnestly. you chuckled, cheeks warming up. 

“you’re too sweet, honey. so considerate, and hardworking. it’s no wonder half of inazuma city is taken with you,” you replied, squishing your cheek against his chest. “i’m very lucky,” you whispered, but he heard you loud and clear.

“actually, i think i’m the lucky one,” thoma refuted. you could hear his heart beginning to beat faster in his chest, but he played it off well. “i’m lucky for having someone as amazing as you to be there with me at the beginning and end of my day despite my busy schedule as a fixer. you’re my person,” he finished.

you pulled away to look into his green eyes, twinkling like the stars in the sky despite the tiredness in them. his cheeks were tinted a pretty shade of pink as you brought your hands up to them, smooshing them together slightly and leaning in before planting a chaste kiss to his lips. he leaned in to give you another for good measure, toothy grin adorning his handsome face.

“i’ll always be your person, for as long as you would have me,” you whispered against his lips, and he nodded, eyelashes tickling your face. 

“it seems like you’ll be my person forever, then.”

[witchofcustom]

Rainy Afternoon (Cecelia x Rohan Kishibe)

I wrote half of this when I was depressed and half when I wasn’t and I feel like it shows. Also I love Rohan heheheheh.

Click

The door unlocked.

“Rohan-Sensei, I’m here.” The girl says in an almost listless voice.

There was no response. She took this as a signal to enter the large house.

“I guess he’s probably upstairs.” She says to herself, taking off her shoes and leaving her wet backpack and coat in the entrance. She put on some slippers and walked up the stairs to the work room of her boyfriend. She then knocks on the door.

“It’s not locked, you can come in.”

The door slowly opens as the girl slowly enters.

“You don’t have to be so cautious, Cecelia. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

“Ah it’s not that I just... Had a long day...”

Rohan turns around his chair to face his girlfriend. Her entire body was soaking wet.

“I see... It is raining quite heavily. Did you forget to bring your umbrella to school?”

“Unfortunately so...”

“Geez... You should have come prepared... If you get a cold from this I’m not going to be the one to take care of you.” Rohan teases her. He then notices her shivering and his dere side comes out a bit. He gets out of his chair and holds Cecelia’s shoulders, leaning in to give her a kiss.

“I have some clothes you can change into. I’ll let you borrow them just for today, alright?”

Cecelia nods.

“Then let’s go. I’ll help you get changed.”

“H-Huh?”

“Shouldn’t I be able to spoil my girlfriend?”

“Geez... Rohan-Sensei...”

“You know that you don’t need to call me Sensei since we’re dating, right?”

“Ahaha... It just feels right...” she says with a smile.

“Fufu, well either way...” Rohan picks Cecelia up bridal style, “Let me take the princess to her dressing room~”

Rohan carries her to his room while she’s blushing. He helps get her undressed and put her into some comfy PJs. They were a bit big for her, but that’s what Rohan found the cutest about her. She was a small and frail and relied on Rohan for a lot. He’d never use these to his own advantage (probably), but he loved doting on her and taking care of her, even if he would never admit it.

“Here, I’ll brush your hair as well.” Rohan says, picking up a hairbrush and lightly moving it through her silky smooth hair. He knew her hair was sensitive, so he made sure not to hurt her in any way.

“Fufu, there we go. I have to get back to my work now. Would you like to watch?”

Cecelia, feeling better, nods happily.

She watches him draw for a couple more hours, rain splashing on the window as she hums to herself, mesmerized by the intricate strokes of Rohan’s pen. A pure smile on her face.

“Hm... That should do it for today. I felt a surge of inspiration after helping you change, Cecelia. Now, you don’t mind staying the night, do you?”

“Ah... Not at all! I’m not quite sure that I’d like to go through the rain right now, hehe.”

“Then, let’s go...” Rohan says grabbing Cecelia’s hand and taking her back to his room. He places her onto his bed and tucks her under the blankets. He hands her a plushie (of Heaven’s Door lol) to sleep with and gets changed into his own night wear.

Rohan gets under the covers, noticing that Cecelia had already fallen asleep. The rain makes her sleepy after all.

“Sleepy already? Jeez... You never leave any fun for me... Either way... Rest well Cece. Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise.” He then moves her bangs out of the way, giving her a light kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep while unknowingly hugging his lover.

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Everybody Knows (SMUT)

tabseus said: Hi :) First of all, I really enjoy reading your fics! Could you maybe write one with ben hardy x reader where they are a couple and have some kind of fight because Ben overheard reader talking with her girls about hers and Ben‘s sex life. Although all the reader is saying is really positive, Ben does not want them to know about it. Could end with smut maybe :)? (a/n: holy SHIT this only took me 5 years. this is the NYM spinoff piece, where it can be read as a separate piece, but I’d really advise you go back and read NYM if you haven’t!!! i’ll link the previous parts below. this baby is almost 11k, so don’t think you’re in for some light reading rn hehe. get ready for angsty ben and eventual makeup smut bc we all love a good makeup smut)

NYM Part 1 | NYM Part 2 | NYM Part 3 | NYM Part 4

"Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck, you got a copy on me? Over."

"The fact that you have the Convoy theme song memorized so clearly is both impressive and troubling," you teased, letting go of the push-to-talk button and waiting for Joe's response as you sat the walkie talkie down on your counter, reaching up above your head to try and retrieve the bag of white cheddar popcorn. You'd stuffed it in the top of the cabinet after grocery shopping this morning, telling yourself you'd save it for a rainy day and not snack on it all the time.  Alas, your attempt to put it out-of-sight, out-of-mind had lasted less than 12 hours before you were scrambling to pull the bag down and devour it all in one go - Joe had just gotten back from an extended filming period and after napping the day away, he convinced you to come over and get fucked up on some shitty liquor while catching him up on the latest NYC happenings. The white cheddar popcorn craving had happened after the fact, as you were coming down from your brief buzz already - the liquor was shitty enough to keep you from drinking much, while Joe was more than happy to pick up your slack. The walkie talkie remained silent, and you furrowed your eyebrows, pausing in your embarrassing struggle for the popcorn to snatch up the small black receiver and press the PTT button again. "Joey? You alive?" More radio silence, then finally a crackling and a slurred response. "You didn't say over. Over."

Staring ahead at the cabinet for a moment, you slowly closed your eyes and started laughing, shaking your head. "You're a fucking dumbass. Over."

"Well, someone's a bitch. Over." "Who is he calling a bitch?" Ben's quiet, gravelly voice suddenly appeared behind you, and you startled a bit as you whirled around to find a very heavy-lidded, scruffy-looking Ben standing there. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was just sleepy - but he'd also been over at Joe's getting white-girl wasted, and the rosiness of his cheeks betrayed that very fact as he shuffled forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and enveloping you in a warm hug that trapped you between the counter and him. "I thought you were still over there, I was just going to be a second," you murmured, running your hand over the back of his unruly blonde hair and smoothing it down before letting your hand come to rest on the nape of his neck. He shook his head, mumbling something incoherent as he pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling it gently and making you smile. Such a baby. Taking a deep breath, you let out a long exhale before pressing a soft, quick kiss to the side of his head and murmuring, "He was calling me a bitch." Humming in response, he blindly lifted a hand to reach for the walkie talkie, and when he'd clumsily stolen it from your grasp, he lifted his head just enough to speak into the receiver as he held the button down. His chin pressed into your shoulder as he talked, making you smile and turn to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Stop bullying my girlfriend or I'll come back over there and wallop you." "You didn't say over either," Joe pointed out snarkily, and you rolled your eyes as Ben chuckled softly and resumed burying his face in your neck, sitting the walkie talkie down. Returning his hand to your back, his thumb ran light circles across your skin just under the hem of your shirt, making a sharp thrill run through your body due to your still-mildly intoxicated state. As much as you wanted to stay there forever and mooch off of Ben's body heat, you remembered the white cheddar popcorn calling your name - so with some difficulty, you managed to start peeling Ben's arms off of you, giggling knowingly when he let out an unhappy groan. "Go back over there. I'll be back in a minute." Pulling away slowly, he didn't look too pleased and grumbled to himself as he shuffled off to Joe's again with his phone charger now in hand. 

“Love you!” you called after him, which he reciprocated only after shooting you a playful glare over his shoulder. Grinning, you watched as he stepped out onto the balcony and blew you a kiss before flipping you off and disappearing around the corner with the smile.

It took climbing on the counter for you to reach the bag of popcorn in the cabinet, but you managed to get it down and not sprain your ankle getting off the counter, so you took a minute to participate in a victory dance that would have surely been mocked if you were over on the other side of that wall separating you and the boys. A pleased smile played at your lips as you pranced back over to Joe's, only tripping once or twice.  Losing your balance? That was another story. You almost biffed it when you rounded Ben's couch, over-calculating the turn and nearly ending up on your ass. Of course, even sober, you were still just getting used to Ben's couch being there instead of yours. His was nice, a grey microfiber sectional - "For the dog," he'd insisted, even though you told him time and time again that it wasn't a pet-friendly apartment and you didn't have a dog. But he'd brought it anyways, and it had replaced your poor, flaky pleather excuses for furniture. In fact, there were a lot of touches of Ben in this apartment now that he'd moved in. It had been a year since you started seeing each other, and around month ten of Ben constantly being over at your or Joe's place (as in, every moment he wasn't filming), his lease was about up and he was apartment hunting again. Then it hit you - why was he going to get another place if he was just staying at yours all the time? You'd felt so blind, you were almost reluctant to bring it up to Ben in fear that his response might be along the lines of 'took you long enough' - but you had conveniently forgotten that Ben was an even more oblivious dumbass than you were.  Instead of a condescending 'oh, you finally put two and two together?', Ben had looked at you, very obviously shocked, then laughed and kissed your head repeatedly between mumblings about you being 'so smart' and 'such a catch.' Humming to yourself, you pulled open the bag of popcorn just as you crossed the threshold into Joe's living room. Ben was sleeping away on the couch while Joe looked one step away from dead, his eyes glossed over as he stared up at an episode of Big Mouth he'd probably seen no less than 5 times already. The dab pen perched neatly on the end table between the two of them said all you needed to know, and you narrowed your eyes a bit as you chomped on the popcorn, Joe slowly turning his bloodshot gaze in your direction and smiling placidly as you spoke. "Wow. You look fucking stoned, dude." "Welcome back.... I see you've decided not to share your snacks with us. Bitch." "I told you to stop calling her a bitch." Ben's voice was muffled - he barely gave the effort to even move his mouth enough to speak clearly, his face squished up against the couch and eyes not even opening an inch as he reached out in your general direction weakly. His fingers did the grabby thing that made your heart do flips as you padded over to the couch, Ben sitting up just long enough for you to get yourself comfortable on the end of the couch, and then his head was plopping down on your lap again. You felt his cheek press a little harder against your thigh as he readjusted so he was comfortable, and then he was back to practically comatose.  Sitting your bag of popcorn to the side, you used one hand to keep feeding yourself while the other ran through Ben's hair repeatedly, his breathing slowing down until he was fast asleep. Joe kept quiet, only snickering at crass Big Mouth jokes occasionally and never letting his eyes leave the screen. It was a serene night, an oddly quiet one shared between the three of you - usually, at least two of you were yelling, so the absence of noise was relaxing. As much as you hated to break it, you had to, because the pen between you and Joe was making you curious. Multiple questions were dancing around your tongue like they were on hot coals, urged out by the slowly-dwindling buzz making your head spin a bit as you reached out for the pen. "Did you suddenly come down with some shit that requires the healing effects of THC?" Picking it up, you rolled it around in your hand for a second before sitting it back down. "Shit looks fancy." "Fancy? And I got it from Tori," Joe answered without looking away from the screen, his jaw still a little slack as he struggled to focus on you and the show. "She went out-of-state for some fancy art curator shit and came back with it. Knocks you on your ass, it does." "Okay, Yoda," you laughed, Joe rolling his eyes back in his head and trying not to smile before scoffing. "Can't you buy them in the city anyway? "Yeah, but can you buy the stuff for it in the city?" he retorted. He had you there, and you gave him a grin and a shrug before he rolled his eyes and continued. "Are you even old enough to be making Star Wars references, kid?" "Oh, shut up," you dismissed, not wanting to get in a fight with cross-faded Joe. Rolling your eyes when he mocked you quietly, you decided to reroute the conversation again. "So when are you just gonna bite the bullet and make it official with your favorite art curator? You were all about preaching just doing it to Ben and I last year, where's that energy now?" "Where's that energy now?" he mimicked, clearly at a loss for comebacks, and you snorted at his childishness, but a lengthy sigh from him made you think it was less of a 'fuck you' and more of an aversion. The question seemed to trouble him, and he was deathly quiet for a minute before speaking. "This may just be high me speaking, but I think I'm in a rut right now and she doesn't even know it. So I don't want to trap her if it's not going to work out... in all aspects." "Uh oh, has erectile dysfunction finally set in? I heard that when you get ancient, things like that happen." Joe's clear annoyance couldn't stifle your laughter as soon as you finished your sentence, but he waited for you quiet down a bit before he spoke over you. "If I didn't feel like I was melted into this chair like the wax dripping off of a fine soy candle right now, I'd come over there with a fifty-five-gallon drum of ass-whooping and pour it all over you." "Jesus, it was a joke!" you laughed, tossing one of his smaller decorative pillows at him playfully and bursting into another round of laughter when he threw it back at you harder, acting like he wasn't in the mood for your games even though the smile plastered on his face said otherwise. "I'm sorry, buddy, I'll be nice now. Why do you think you're in a rut?" "I just... I don't think I'm doing it for her, you know?" he sighed, his fingers curling up on the armrests as he seemed to melt even more into the chair. Then, an amused giggle escaped him, almost like clockwork, and he grinned in spite of his words. "Like she seems into it, but my brain keeps telling me that every time we're having sex that she's wishing she was hooking up with someone a lot... younger. And adventurous. Like a young Steve Irwin. Mister Danger." Though Joe wasn't too shy about his sex life, you were still shocked to hear him being so open about such a vulnerable part of it - usually, your conversations about your respective sex lives were just complaints and laments. So, it warmed your heart to hear that Joe was concerned about his end of the game - as much as your friend's sex life through Steve Irwin metaphors could warm your heart, of course. Looking down at Ben, you smiled a bit and brushed a stray hair back from his face, his nose twitching a bit and lips smacking together lazily. For a moment, you thought he was awake, but his breathing showed no signs of speeding up, so you wrote it off as sleepy twitches and looked back up at Joe, still running your fingers through Ben's hair soothingly. "As much as I hate hearing you use Steve Irwin as a sexual comparison to yourself... why did you start thinking that?" "Well, the other day, she brought up the fact that we're both Virgos. At first, I thought that she called us both virgins, and I laughed, but... not the same thing," he admitted in a small voice, but you didn't even attempt to muffle your amused giggles, much to his chagrin. Sighing and burying his face in his hands for a second, Joe let out a long groan before shaking his head and dropping his hands to his lap again. "And I don't completely know what it has to do with our sex lives at all, but she mentioned our compatibility in passing and I just... I feel bad. She was reading something about how Virgo women like to communicate how they're feeling, and I really don't think we're communicating like we should be. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. Which she also said-" "Yeah, that's a Virgo thing. She's right," you cut in, already knowing what he was going to say, and he narrowed his eyes a bit before huffing at the fact you were apparently siding with Tori. "Virgos are supposed to be so good at communicating! What's the hold-up, Mister 'Talk to Ben or I'm gonna go nuts"? You were all about talking it out last year." "I don't know, I think my mind's just fucking dumb and manic- wait no, not manicure. Manuscript? Jesus Christ, what's the word? Mani-man.... Manifested! Manifested. My mind manifested this block on its own. Do you ever do that? Like, just worry that you're just not doing enough and they're too scared or too pissed off to say anything about it? But then you're too scared to say anything because talking about... your sex life makes you nervous as shit? Because what if she doesn't actually want to talk about it?" Nodding along as he spoke, you considered your life in the bedroom with Ben. Did you have that concern? It was a valid question, one that made your face screw up in thought for a minute before you finally spoke, your fingers brushing Ben's hair back again. "Not really. Ben's pretty open about what works for him and what doesn't work for him, I think. Maybe we both are? I guess we just communicate more than I'm used to, but it really works in the long run." Joe stared deadpan at you, not seeming as if he understood a single word you said, and you raised an eyebrow in challenge. "What? Are you fucking deaf?" "No, I'm just... not sure I was prepared to hear about your sex life with Big Ben. It's so different when it's... well, him." Rolling your eyes, you prepared to stand up, already done with this conversation, but Joe was quick to raise his hands in surrender and stutter out an apology amidst delirious laughter. "No, no no, sit back down! I'm sorry- shit, I'm sorry, I just had to get that out. Keep going, I'm listening." "You need to talk to Tori," you replied matter-of-factly, and the familiar sentiment echoed in your brain, reminding you of a simpler time - a time when Ben was just Joe's dorky, fit friend who came around sometimes and made you laugh at how awkward he could be. Now, he was your boyfriend waking you up in the morning begging you to make almond flour pancakes with him just so he could cover his hand in flour and smack your ass to leave a handprint. At least you knew the 'talk to them' advice was effective. "I know it sounds hypocritical, but you need to ask her about what she's into and what she isn't into. That way you can know what gets her going and what you need to steer away from." "What, like missionary vs. cowgirl?" Joe asked incredulously, and you had to laugh at the naiveté of assuming that sex positions alone would be enough. Were you shocked that a straight cis man was saying this, though? Not really. (Ben was a surprising exception, and you were eternally grateful for it.) "Good god, she- oh my god, I'm sorry I'm laughing. I don't mean to be an asshole, it just happens," you giggled, moving your hand to Ben's back and rubbing relaxing circles into it when he twitched in his sleep again. "You're going to have to get real comfortable here because the only way I know how to explain this is to talk about blondie here." "Fuck, hold on," Joe grimaced, looking straight forward out of the balcony door for a second. His expressions incredibly exaggerated from how high he was at the moment, you could see every step in his process of compartmentalizing all the inner turmoil hearing about his friend's sex life was going to cause before finally nodding slowly, not losing the grimace. "Okay, go." "I think first you need to see if she likes to be in control. Like, dominate." "Um, I don't think so? No, she isn't the dominant one in bed," Joe observed, his words slow as he thought-extra hard, probably just to make sure he was right and not just so high he was imagining things. "But I guess I don't know for sure. What do you mean?" "So like, when Ben and I have sex, I'm the dom-" "Hold on!" Joe interrupted, pretending to gag as he lurched forward dramatically, hamming it up while you watched in unamused silence. When he'd finished his dramatics, he waved for you to continue. "Alright, got that out of my system. You're the dominant one?" "Yeah?" you drawled out slowly, unsure how that wasn't the most obvious thing in the world right now. Ben's face was smooshed up against your thigh, his lips slightly parted as his shallow breathing continued. He was unnervingly beautiful like this, a sweet little soft boy aura to him that always carried over into the bedroom very smoothly - his suave, strong-armed facade hardly held up behind closed doors. Smiling a bit in awe of how precious he looked undisturbed, you stopped rubbing his back and reached for your phone, pulling up Chrome. In the meantime, Joe had narrowed his eyes, still dubious and harboring doubts over whether you were just bullshitting him right now or not. "What's not clicking? Are you forgetting that I literally had to make the first move?" "Yeah, but I figured it was just because he was being shy... like, how does he not dominate when he could easily sit on you and suffocate you with his muscles?" Joe flexed for emphasis, but it did little to drive his point home as you were already laughing at his blissful ignorance, pausing in clicking on a Google link about Virgos and compatibility. In the midst of your fit of laughter, though, he gasped and let out a strangled shriek as he sat up a bit. "Does that mean you peg him?" "No!" You almost choked on the ensuing laughter, feeling like your face was red hot from the exertion of trying to catch your breath, and Joe let out an audible, very exaggerated sigh of relief as he sunk back into the chair. "Why would you even ask that if you knew you wouldn't like the other answer?" "Just.... if you ever peg him, don't tell me. Please," he begged, and with a laugh, you agreed.  "Promise. Although I can't promise you I won't suffocate him when I sit on his f-" "Stop! It's gone too far!" Joe shrieked, trying to stand up, but he came to the realization that he was rooted in his place. His eyes widened with absolute fear that his limbs were essentially jello from the concentrated THC ravaging his nervous system at the moment, and you almost couldn't contain your delight as you stifled laugh after laugh. "Oh my God. Oh my Godddd. Fuck. This is my worst nightmare. I'm stuck here listening to you talk about pegging my poor friend." "I'm not pegging Ben, dude!" you refuted, giggling incredulously and pressing your hands to your face in mild exasperation. "I've already told you that. I just... I don't get crazy, but you know, take charge! I subtly control the situation. He's totally a bitch when it comes down to it... and I love it so much! It's not a bad thing." Joe groaned as he sunk deeper into the chair, looking like he wished it would swallow him whole before he reluctantly continued. "So I need to figure out what dynamics she likes." "Yeah, that's the word!" you cheered, feeling Ben stir on your lap a little, and you wondered if Joe's mini-heart attack had awoken him. "Start with that, and then work from there. This website says 'The Virgo male-Virgo female compatibility will include a great love life, if and only if, there is no gap in their communication aspect.'" Pursing your lips, you paused before reading down a little bit and continuing to read out loud. "The Virgo couple has to make sure that they, do not overthink about their problems, are more relaxed, and that they communicate their problems by sharing and accepting each other the way they are.' See? It all comes a lot easier- sex comes a lot easier when you can communicate and be honest about what tickles your fancy." "Please stop talking about tickling anything." Joe's pleading tone was worth a laugh, but you held it back for his sake as you shook your head and grinned widely. "I'll talk to her," he finally resigned, and you felt vindication as you brushed a hand back over Ben's hair, hearing him let out a quiet, happy noise at the feeling. "Damn, this must have been what you felt like when he and I finally got over ourselves last year," you noted, and Joe, though he clearly hated every second of it, nodded slowly. Looking down, you caught Ben just in time to see his eyes open blearily, the glaze over them still evident as he turned on his back to look up at you, blinking slowly. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty." "Hi," he croaked, his voice still gravelly as he offered a smile, and you smiled back before patting his cheek gently, lifting your thigh a bit to coax him into getting up. After stretching a bit, he obliged, sitting up and steadying himself on the back of the couch while you stood up and reached out a hand for him. Helping him to his feet, you let him start shuffling back to your apartment while you turned to give Joe a pointed look. "You better talk to her." "I will!" he whined, crossing his arms grumpily and mumbling a snarky goodbye before letting you usher Ben back to bed, where he passed out quickly, curled up against your side with his head resting on your chest and arm draped across your tummy. A blissful, serene smile was plastered onto his features on into the late morning, where you woke up to find neither of you had moved, and apparently, neither had Joe, according to the texts he'd sent you about an hour ago. jmuzzie: I can't fucking get up from this chair jmuzzie: All I can think about is you pegging Ben jmuzzie: I barely slept. Grinning and shaking your head, you decided to ignore the texts and leave them on your home screen to worry about later, carefully detaching yourself from Ben and crawling out of bed. He grabbed your pillow to snuggle instead, wrapping it up in a tight embrace while you tiptoed to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast - bacon, scrambled eggs, and some coffee to wake up what was sure to be a very sore Ben (which he very much was).  You heard a groan from down the hallway just as you were finishing up the scrambled eggs, and after hearing the bathroom sink faucet run for a moment, Ben appeared in the doorway, his hair sticking up in odd places and clothes frumpy from being slept in. Cooing sympathetically, you put together a plate for him as he somehow managed to pour himself a coffee and sluggishly climb onto a stool at the counter. While you made his plate, he stared off into space, not even giving a simple hello as he seemed to try and will himself to wake up, his cheeks still a bit splotchy and feverish from waking up - he always ran hot, especially during the night. "There you go, princess," you teased, Ben only groaning in thanks when the plate clattered down to the counter in front of him. The noise made him wince, so you decided to keep the conversation minimal while you both finished your breakfast, and you could tell he was already getting sleepy again from the methodical, slow pace he was taking to rinse the dishes off in the sink. "I think I'm just going to stand in the shower for a tick and question my life choices," he finally mumbled once he was wiping his hands off on the dishtowel next to the sink, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he was off to the bathroom. As he trudged back down the hallway, you elected to pour another cup of coffee to take next door. "Joe said he was up, I'll go check on him real quick. You were both blitzed by bedtime, so I'm sure he's hurting too." Ben answered with an almost inaudible grunt, and you rolled your eyes with a small grin before shifting the mug to your opposite hand and shuffling over to your neighbor's apartment, where you found Joe in the kitchen, apparently over his dramatics from an hour ago. The sliding door squeaked a bit as you shut it behind you, and Joe looked up slowly, his red-rimmed eyes narrowing and lip curling up ever-so-slightly when his eyes adjusted enough to recognize you. "Oh, it's the pegger-" "You really are the worst," you immediately laughed, crossing the living room and holding out the mug of coffee, which he accepted with a grateful noise and sipped in silence while you made yourself at home on his bar stools. "Feeling 10 out of 10 this morning?" "Out of 10? I feel like a Mexican 1." Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to question whether that was vaguely racist, but he continued before you could confuse the situation even further. "Because a peso is worth less than a dollar, duh?" "The joke isn't funny if you have to explain it, dumbass." You let out a single, pitying laugh at his poor attempt at humor, though, and reached for your phone only to find that you'd left it over at the apartment. "Shit. Must have left my phone back over there." "I'll text Ben," he sighed melodramatically, pulling out his phone and typing away while you propped your head up on your hand. "He said he's on his way because 'the water won't warm up fast enough.'" When he finally locked his phone and set it back on the counter, you looked at it for a moment before giving him a pointed look, deliberately switching your gaze between him and the phone a few times before he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Do you have something to say, or are you tweaking right now?... Does your eye have a really bad twitch?" "Sooooo," you drawled out, tilting your head a bit more and shimmying your shoulders playfully before wiggling your eyebrows a bit. He didn't seem to get the hint or want to get the hint, and you let out a huff of annoyance as the skin around his childlike hazel eyes crinkled, taunting you. "Have you talked to her yet?" "At 9 in the morning? Yeah, let me just call her." Picking up his phone, he mimed typing in her number sloppily before raising the phone to his ear, putting on a moronic expression as he did so. "Hey, babe. Yeah, I know it's 9 am, but I was wondering if you want to tie me up and spank me because I've been a naughty little-" "Okay, enough, enough!" you laughed, holding out your hands to shield yourself from the invisible antagonism that practically radiated off of him at this point. "I get it. I was just curious, dickwad." Scoffing again, he gave you an irritatingly condescending look before he reached forward and grabbed the water bottle he'd been most likely nursing since last night, which you assumed from the way a foggy sort of condensation had built up on the inside of the bottle. It went away as he swirled the bottle a bit, then he took the cap off and reluctantly took a swig, wincing at the stale, lukewarm water that he forced himself to swallow. "Ew. How can they say that drinking warm water is better for your health? I think these doctors are a bunch of fucking quacks."  "They probably know a lot more than you do, dummy," you answered in a deadpan, looking around for a moment and furrowing your eyebrows. Ben wasn't there yet, and you wondered what was taking him so long. "He said he was on his way, right?" you asked, and Joe nodded, seemingly unbothered as he carefully examined the bottle he'd just taken a drink out of, his left hand toying with the cap of it absentmindedly and flipping it between his fingers. "Do you think that I could make a bottle flip if I got some practice? I've seen those videos of all the kids doing it from a couple years ago, and I kind of want some good throwback Instagram content." "Joe, you could literally just post a picture with Ben standing in your general vicinity and your Instagram base would lose its fucking marbles." Frowning, you climbed off the bar stool as Joe grunted noncommittally in response, apparently already on one track as he picked up the bottle and weighed his options. As you turned, you heard him let out a strangled cry that barely even registered as you tilted your head a bit, wondering where in the hell your boyfriend was. Had he fallen back asleep? Was he choking on his vomit like that scene from Breaking Bad where Walter watched Jesse's girlfriend die because she apparently had to? Wait, why the fuck would he be throwing up from a weed hangover? "I forgot it was open! Oh my god, oh my god, where's the god damn dish towels?" Joe panicked, and you looked back to see the bottle from before laying sideways on the counter, but your mind was too much of a mess to make sense of why there was a medium-sized puddle of water surrounding it and dripping down to the tiled floor. Joe scrambled around like a chicken with its head cut off and in his panic, you didn't even have to ask - he blurted it out anyway. "I fucking try to do a bottle flip once and this is what I get!"

"Um, Joe, you have fun with that, buddy," you hummed nervously, worry setting in as you decided you'd come back for the mug later - not that he'd give it back anyway, but you'd try. Joe was too busy cleaning up his mistake to pay attention to you already being halfway out the door, hurrying over just to find Ben sitting on the bar stool with his back to you, sipping coffee and appearing to be fine. Letting out a sigh of relief, you padded back into the kitchen where you picked up the now mostly empty kettle of coffee, feeling Ben's eyes on you as you poured yourself another mug. It was quiet, still like last night, but there was an eerie quality to this silence that made a nearly-paralyzing chill trickle down your spine as you poured the last tiny bit of the coffee down the drain, starting to rinse it out. Ben made no attempt to speak even when you peeked over at him to see him very calmly watching you. He wasn't smiling, though, and there was a distant look in his eyes that you recognized immediately. He wasn't daydreaming, no sir. Something had pissed him off royally - you'd seen this look before on rare occasions, and angry Ben was never a treat. He was a true Capricorn if you'd ever seen one, a calculated son of a bitch who could build up a wall within seconds and take days to bring it back down. If you called him out on one single minute flaw in his argument, he'd also obsess over it for hours, either bricking himself in and giving you the silent treatment or snapping immediately and trading in his cool rationale to show you a temper to be reckoned with; a force you'd never seen before. He was never violent - far from it, actually, but if you stirred the sleeping dragon, you were in for one hell of an argument. There was never an argument you hadn't worked through, though, and you weren't about to lose that streak today. So, you turned around and leaned your hip against the counter, crossing your arms as you took a sip of the coffee. "What's up? Joe said you were on your way, what gives?" Ben nodded, sitting down his mug and licking his lips before pressing them together and shrugging. "Changed my mind." "What changed your mind?" you prodded, his body language telling you everything he wasn't saying as he crossed his arms in front of him and leaned over the counter, his shoulders hunching up a bit after he shrugged again. "Ben, come on, don't do this. What's bothering you? I'm not fucking dumb, you know, you're clearly upset about something." "I never said you were dumb," he responded, and the calm, unwavering tone of voice infuriated you so much you lost your taste for the coffee, sitting your mug down on the counter as well and crossing your arms again.  "So are you just going to avoid my question? I really want to know what's upsetting you, bubs, I can't just sit here and guess until you say 'Oh, you got it! Clever girl.' You're acting like I microwaved your tea water, for Christ’s sake!" Ben scoffed, tracing a fingertip around the rim of his mug and shaking his head a bit as you heard the muffled sound of Joe's TV turning on just on the other side of the wall. Your phone vibrated from the counter next to Ben, but you couldn't bring yourself to walk over and go grab it as Ben's annoyingly nonchalant nature perplexed you. "Why do I have to be upset? Can't I just drink coffee in silence with my girlfriend?" "Ben, I live with you, I know your 'looks' like the back of my hand. Can we please just talk about this?" "Talk about what?" Tapping the screen of your phone, which had just locked automatically again, his eyes scanned through the notifications for a second before he smiled sardonically. "Ah, there it is. Yeah, let's talk about it. I get a text from Joe saying you forgot your phone, so I go to grab it and I get to see these beauties. 'I can't fucking get up from this chair, all I can think about is you pegging Ben, I barely slept.'" Leaning forward on his arms again, he gave you a bitter smile and propped his elbow up on the counter, resting his chin in his hand. "Fascinating stuff, really. Apparently, my girlfriend's pegged me and I wasn't even aware of it, and then she's gone and bragged about it to our best friend." Laughing in disbelief, you tilted your head to the side and gave him an incredulous look. "Are you serious right now? You're just going to take that out of context and not even think for a second, 'Hey, maybe there's an explanation to why Joe's-" "Why have you told Joe that you pegged me? You think it's funny? Where do you get off?" "Excuse me?" you choked out incredulously, baffled that he'd even assume that you got a laugh out of this wildly-exaggerated situation as you crossed your arms around yourself, feeling unbearably small underneath his gaze. He was slowly simmering, a single vein in his forehead just barely protruding from the taut reddish skin on his forehead. But there was such a level-headed manner to him it drove you nuts, making you huff softly and press the heels of your hands into your eyes, then shake your head a few more times. "I can't believe this is happening right now, this is ridiculous." "That's fucking rich, considering I'm the one who 'got pegged' and joked about in this situation." Ben's voice was venomous, even, and you shivered again at how easily he spit it back at you, unafraid of whatever he'd say next. "You like telling our friends that I take it in the arse? That really make you laugh, huh? Why are you lying to Joe about our sex life, which is supposed to be private-" "Oh, don't fucking start with me about private sex lives!" you quickly retorted, cutting him off mid-sentence in an impulsive moment of rage. "I've heard you drunk and blabbering on to your fucking 'mates' back in London over the phone about us, don't even start with me!"  Oh. You'd done it now - calling him out on something insignificant was one thing, but accusing him of blatant hypocrisy? You could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears. Something flashed in his eyes, and then he rocketed out of the stool he'd just previously been seated so still on. You followed him as he stormed down the hallway - he yelled over his shoulder as he went. "At least I don't tell my mates that I make you take it in the arse, yeah? Fuck you, Y/N. It's bloody different, especially when it's Joe and you've lied to him about something personal!" "Will you just let me explain?" you called after him, exasperated and ready to pull your hair out as he threw open the door to the bedroom, stalking over to the bed before starting to pace in front of it. He looked caged as he walked back and forth, both of his hands running back through his hair in obvious frustration before he finally let out a loud groan and sat back on the bed, looking at you and trying to mask the anger he clearly felt right now with a forced apathetic expression. "Okay, go on. I'm dying to hear how you'll talk your way out of this one." Recoiling a bit at how unwilling he was to even hear your side of the story, you felt tears welling up in your eyes a bit but you blinked them away, refusing to let him win with such a biting comeback. "Seems like whatever I say, you're not going to care anyways. Is this even worth my time, explaining it to you?" He didn't have a response, and that irritated you even more, making you choke up a bit as you continued. "You're like this every time, Ben, you fucking get this idea of what happened in your head and you refuse to even accept the idea that maybe my side of the story is as valid as yours." "What if I did do that?" He paused and let it sink in, as he was always the actor, and then he was on a roll again. "What if I accepted your side every time, and then you took advantage of that? I'm not a toy and I'm not here to be played with, or used for bragging rights when you're talking to your friends- our friends about our sex life, Y/N, I have feelings too! I'm allowed to feel this way too, and right now, I feel like you're just using me as a- fuck, I don’t know, a talking point or something!" As far as the validity of his feelings, he did have a point (as much as you hated to cede to that), but you still pressed your lips into a thin line and persisted, not letting the subject drop. "I'm not going to take advantage of you, Ben! Stop saying that! Not everyone is out to get you, especially not me, and I hate when you're like this, 'protecting yourself'. You think that by being mean to me, it will get your problems to go away so you can keep this wall between you and the issue, but I'm not going to let you shut me out again. You don't have to shut down every time something goes haywire, damn it!" "I'm not shutting you out or being mean to you!" he yelled back, but you only scoffed and crossed your arms in disbelief. "Then what are you doing?" Your question was warranted, and Ben found himself at a loss for words as he stared at you guardedly. The gears were turning in his head, and you could see from the confusion in his eyes that he was starting to question himself now.  "I- I'm just tryin' to-" "To protect yourself, yeah, I get it!" you interrupted, Ben's jaw tightening as he snapped his mouth shut once again. The tension in his jaw remained unrelieved as you continued. "I get that you want to protect yourself, Ben, but you don't have to be so shitty to me for no reason when you do it! It's fucking mean and it hurts my feelings that you won't even let me explain myself!" That rendered him fully speechless, so you only let up for a moment before pressing one last time. "Can I explain now? Please." Dead silence hung in the air for a moment as the gravity of your words weighed heavy on both of you, Ben's teeth grinding together for a moment as he considered the accusations against him. "Fine," he muttered, yielding to you despite the conflict still going on behind closed doors in his mind.  You could tell it was a raging dumpster fire in there as you approached the bed, tentatively, sitting next to him and wiping away the tears that had failed to escape from your eyes. Between awkward shifts and intermittent sniffles, you explained everything you'd talked to Joe about last night, from Joe's Virgo woes to his mistaken assumption about pegging, Ben, and you. By the end of your story, you'd tucked one leg underneath you and let the other dangle off of the edge of the bed, facing Ben with your hands in your lap despite the fact that they were itching to be running through his hair right now.  You wanted desperately to comfort him, but there wasn't much to be done as you finally quieted to let him process all of this new information, his gaze trained on his legs which were just barely crossed over each other at the ankle, one foot shaking back and forth anxiously. It drove you mad as you hyper-focused on it too, so anxious to know what he was thinking that you nearly didn't register when he uncrossed them. Your head lifted as he stood up off the bed and walked over to the other side of the room quickly, your anxious feelings multiplying when his back stayed turned to you and he came to rest in front of the dresser. However, you vowed not to let it be known how utterly freaked out you were at the moment, so you scooted back on the bed and sat criss-cross as you brought his pillow into your lap, needing something of comfort to latch on to. It seemed like eons before he finally spoke, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, and his quiet, gentle words were like music to your ears. "So you didn't tell Joe you pegged me?" "No," you almost laughed in relief, though the situation certainly didn't call for it, and you could see his shoulders relax a bit, though his back stayed turned to you. "I actually told him I never had - multiple times, if I'm not wrong." "He was just joking?" he asked a bit louder, elaborating on his previous question, and you could feel the anxiety crumbling away as he turned to you with a genuinely relieved expression on his face. When you nodded, you could see an incredibly guilty look come over his face, and a little whine escaped your lips as you moved his pillow out of your lap and reached out for him. He gratefully obliged, climbing into bed with you, and you scooted over to make a bit more room as he practically laid on top of you, taking you down with him. "I'm such a dickhead, 'm sorry," was all he had to say, and that's all he had to do to make you start laughing before he began to pepper you with soft kisses anywhere he could. It was hard to breathe as he smothered you in wordless attention, and it took several tries for you to communicate that between breathless laughter and attempts to wriggle out from underneath him before he got the message.  As he turned on his side and let you breathe again, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. So many questions swirled through your head. When had it clicked? Why were you letting this slide? Why was he so defensive about this? But no matter how long you stared at your boyfriend and tried to make sense of it all, it proved fruitless to try and pin down exactly where he had finally got off of his one-track madness. So, you just smiled and saved that deconstruction for later. Right now, you wanted to savor the fact that things had been worked out, and you watched as Ben took your hand so he could kiss your knuckles, offering one more wordless apology with his eyes. His lips sent another thrill down your spine and you marveled at the effect he had on you even when you were both sober and incredibly sleep-worn. Despite him making you incredibly mad at moments, it was so hard not to love this man and everything about him. His green eyes flickered with an apprehensive yet curious look when you smiled widely, squeezing his hand. “Love you, bubs.” A smile spread across his lips, and he kissed your knuckles once more before murmuring his response.

“Love you too. Thanks for calling me out on my shit.” Laughing, you played with his fingers and shook your head, debating your response for a minute. It was your job, after all, but sometimes it was hard, especially when he was a dick about it like today. But Ben seemed to read your mind, and he continued on, relieving you the responsibility of somehow starting another tiff. “I know I suck sometimes, but I’m glad you and Joe can be mean right back to me if I need it. It makes it a lot easier to see when I’m being a knobhead.”

"Speaking of Joe-” Ben groaned before you even got the second part of your sentence out, and you had to laugh at him before you continued. It was like he knew you were about to poke fun at him. “He did say something about being surprised that you haven't smothered me yet," you teased, and Ben reluctantly took the bait, lacing his fingers into yours as he quirked an eyebrow curiously. "Yeah, no, he said something like 'How is he not the dominant one when he could just suffocate you with those muscles?' I think he has a crush on your muscles."  "First off, your Joe imitation is surprisingly poor for having lived next to him all these years," Ben joked right back, albeit in a soft voice. He seemed almost afraid of ticking you off at this point, but he had to roll his eyes when you gasped in mock offense. "Second of all, I'm not surprised that he wishes he could be this fit. And third off, I can be dominant, so I don't know what you were going on about with Joe." "Are you serious?" you laughed, and his attempt at looking dead serious only made you laugh harder as you hid your face behind the hand that was intertwined in his. "Oh, fuck, you're pulling my leg right now! You have to be, right?" The little noise of shock that he let out was genuine, and he moved your hand away from your face as he very obviously tried not to laugh at how hard you were laughing. "Why is it so hilarious? I can be dominant. I've been dominant with you loads of times." "Name one!" you choked out between fits of giggles, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he fell silent at the prompt. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, and then 20 seconds passed with no answer, which made you laugh even harder. "See?" "That doesn't mean that it can't happen!" he offered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, but you were still too distracted coming down off of the end of your incredulous laughing fit, so he just whined and gently pressed his lips to your jaw. His kisses were soft and quick as he tried to get your full, undivided attention so he could plead his case, but all that did was make you giggle again, so he laughed with you before rolling on top of you again, one of his legs resting between yours as he continued to trail kisses down to your neck.  His swollen bottom lip dragged over the skin as you snickered one more time, still amused at the thought of Ben genuinely thinking he wasn't the biggest baby when it came down to the wire, and you gave voice to your thoughts. He keened at the impression of your fingers running over his scalp and dragging through his hair, pausing in his kisses for just a moment when he finally heard you speak. "I hate to say it, but I have my doubts. Sue me." You felt a quick puff of air hit your neck as he audibly scoffed, and then he resumed his kisses without any more delay. And really, you had to say that these kisses paired with his roaming hand that had just came to rest on your thigh - it was beginning to do something for you, so you let him continue as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You could tell from the way his hips rolled against yours subtly that he was getting just as much from this as you were. When he finally pulled away just enough to look at you, for a second you saw Ben in his true form - all smiles and cosmetic charisma, but still just as rosy-cheeked and painfully unsuspecting as the day you'd met.  And he thought he was going to come out the one on top? "As if," you murmured with a shit-eating grin, and then you pulled him into a kiss by the nape of his neck, his lips meeting yours with an eagerness only Ben could fail to contain. For a moment, he'd convinced himself that maybe he could be the one in control, but the way he submitted easily as you rolled on top of him, your thigh brushing up between his legs, said otherwise. You hand snuck up to his jaw, your thumb just casually resting on his chin and brushing over a hint of stubble - it was a subtle move, but nonetheless an effective reminder of who was in charge as it subconsciously prompted him to tilt his head forward eagerly and deepen the kiss. Reaching down with your free hand, you just barely brushed your fingers over the front of his shorts before cupping him through the admittedly-scratchy fabric. His breathing hitched, and then he let out what sounded like the sweetest whimper you'd ever heard as he grinded up against your touch, already desperate for friction and just as predictable as he ever was. Smiling widely against his lips, you broke the kiss and moved your hand away so it was resting just below his navel instead. He groaned unhappily against your lips at the loss, one of his hands finding your hip, and he murmured, "What? What?" as if he didn't want to think about how needy he'd been just moments ago. Letting out a soft laugh, you kissed him deeply once more and roped him right back in, moaning softly in unison with him when you straddled his hips and inadvertently grinded against his growing bulge,  Though it wasn't unwelcome by any means, you bit down on the inside of your cheek as your instincts coaxed you into rolling your hips lazily - suddenly, you were struggling to silence every blazing reminder in your head that you were trying to show him that you loved to love him and wanted to treat him like he deserved, and if that meant dominating the fuck out of him, then so be it! But it was too hard to ignore the desire beginning to course through your veins and cloud your judgment - before you knew it, you weren't only chasing that satisfaction of proving your point. Taking his hand, you wordlessly moved it to the front of your pajama shorts and hummed in appreciation when he took the hint immediately, slipping his hand in between fabric and skin so he could rub circles into your clit. Moaning his name at the feeling, you could sense his pace quicken at bit at the positive reaction, and you rutted against his hand with a serene smile decorating your face.  "Fuck, this never gets old," you murmured, Ben letting out a grunt of agreement, and your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he applied more pressure. Managing to pull your shirt off despite barely being able to focus on anything besides his fingers, you hummed in pleasure when you immediately felt Ben's mouth on your chest, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin he could reach. Meanwhile, he slid his fingers through your slick heat, eliciting quiet moans from both of you at how soaked you were. All of your touches and actions became more fervent as things intensified, kisses getting sloppier, hands roaming even further, and clothes coming off in rapid succession until you were completely naked and yanking Ben's shorts to his ankles as you relished in the fact that he'd conveniently forgotten to wear boxers or even compression shorts underneath.  His cheeks were as flushed as ever, and he squirmed a bit impatiently, muscles shifting underneath his skin with each movement and making him look like a marble statue underneath the pale light filtering in from behind the curtains. Proving a point be damned, your boyfriend was hot - and he was very much putty in your hands. Kneeling between his legs, you started to reach out to help him, but he was already there before you could, his hand stroking his cock as he ogled your body and let out short, sharp breaths. When your eyes met his and you raised an eyebrow in question, his hand slowed down almost automatically, his cock twitching in his grasp. The pure lust in his eyes paired with the uneven rise and fall of his chest evoked a visceral reaction, one that made you nearly bite down on your tongue as you fought back the instinctive urge to inhale sharply. Fuck, he was pretty. "I couldn't help it," he admitted weakly, and the appreciation that flickered to life in your eyes only encouraged him as he offered a weak smile, getting himself off as you crawled back up to capture his lips in a quick kiss. Replacing his hand with yours, you continued to pleasure him slowly, each stroke setting off a tremble in his abdomen that betrayed everything you were doing to him despite how hard he was working not to moan into your mouth every other second. "You sound so pretty when you moan like that, baby," you cooed as you straddled his hips, starting to grind down on him again, and he let out a slightly broken noise of delight at your praise while his hands found purchase on your hips. "You like that?" "Yes, yes. Can't wait anymore. Need to fuck you, please," he begged in very obviously fragmented sentences. His head fell back against the pillows in a mixture of frustration and pleasure when you just grinned and traced a finger down the center of his chest, grinding down against him painfully slow.  "Then fuck me." You felt a shiver run up your spine when Ben openly groaned, and you fought the urge to just keep rutting against him until one of you got off - as tempting as it was, you instead let him guide himself until the tip of his cock was pressing against your entrance. "Raw?" he asked incredulously as if he hadn't already done it multiple times before, and you nodded slowly as he began to groan and cover his face with his arm, his head sinking back into the pillow. "I'm going to fucking bust before I even get in," he lamented, muffled by his elbow, and you had to grin knowingly before you finally sank down onto him with a soft gasp, marveling as he filled you up slowly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was good. You weren’t sure if you’d said that out loud, but no matter how many times you slept together, it still felt like the first time every time you did it. He bottomed out with a loud groan as you rested your hands on his torso, pausing a moment to adjust. When you finally looked down, his eyes were screwed shut in a desperate attempt to keep himself away from the edge as long as he could. "Baby, look at me," you whispered, and he peeked open an eye only to squeeze it shut as soon as he opened it. Letting out a small huff, he began to curse under his breath until you quieted him with a gentle hum and a quick kiss. "I love you." "I love you so much," he choked out softly, his fingers digging into your hips as you started rolling them tentatively. Humming in euphoria, you finally began to ride him, and he helped as much as he could to guide your hips against his between sweet, yet sinful moans. The two of you moved in unison, pornographic sounds of skin on skin intertwining with mumbled curses and breathless moans.  At some point you couldn't discern in the chaos, Ben had started to meet your efforts in the middle and began thrusting up into you with a wild abandon. If your upstairs or downstairs neighbors hadn't woke yet, they were sure to have by that point - it was no holds barred as you both neared your climaxes, and nothing was off the table at that point. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ben gasped when you began to slow down and roll your hips more deliberately, his hips stuttering as he tried to stave off the inevitable. "Keep doing that, please, I'm so fucking close- Shit!" When you circled your hips a certain way, his cock brushed up against your walls at an angle that made your thighs nearly falter from the wave of pleasure it sent rolling through your body. Goosebumps broke out on your skin, and you cursed under your breath as you repeated the motion with a satisfied gasp. "You that close, baby? You want to cum in me?" you asked breathily, the rhetorical question hanging in the air while Ben's fingers dug into your hips as he tried to meet you halfway with sloppy thrusts, his abdomen trembling with the effort. He looked close to tears as you took one of his hands and moved it to your chest, murmuring some breathless command to play with your tits.  Obliging eagerly, he watched with cloudy, lust-filled eyes as you reached down to rub your clit in rapid circles that matched your quickly-deteriorating pace. A fuzziness entered your vision as a combination of touch, sensation, and just the sight of Ben going slack-jawed in his efforts to consciously avoid a surely-close orgasm. "Just let go," you managed to moan out, and holy fuck, did he let out the prettiest sound. His voice cracked as he choked out something between a sob and a groan - it was a noise fit for a porn star, the feeling of him emptying inside of you only that much hotter coupled with the visual of his eyelids fluttering closed. So overwhelmed with sensations, he could barely form a coherent thought as he came. His breaths came out in gasps, hips pressing flush to you as he spilled inside you. It was a mess, a hot one, and the sound that it made as he pulled out with a whimper was downright filthy, but you were too caught up in chasing your own high to think about anything other than the way the last drops of his cum were painting his stomach, his cock twitching as it finally gave way to the last of his orgasm. "God- you're so fucking hot- I'm-" Ben was still struggling for complete sentences when you finally pressed hard on your clit and then you were coming, your head falling back in pure ecstasy as waves of relief crashed over you, cleansing your body of every curse word that came flying out of your mouth following your climax. Ben was there, and then his lips were on yours as you started to come down from the high, a messy kiss silencing any further sins you could have vocalized. His hands slid to your thighs again, and he didn't loosen his grip until you pulled away from the obscenely long kiss, both of you very out of breath and very content with what had just taken place.  After a chorus of ragged breathing from the both of you, you let a sly grin peek at the corner of your lips before you rolled off of him, silently cursing the fact that you'd be washing these sheets ASAP so the cum dripping out of you wouldn't irreversibly stain the fabric. A few tissues you snatched from the nightstand temporarily alleviated the situation, buying you enough time to pad over to the bathroom and grab a towel for the both of you. You could barely catch your breath as you did so, and you wondered if you were getting out of shape recently - the brief thought of going to the gym with Ben more often passed by, and you huffed as you reluctantly considered it. When you returned and tossed the towel to Ben, who was still sprawled out on the bed and pushing a few stray hairs back out of his eyes, you had to smirk. "So what was that about you being dom-" You didn't even get the chance to finish your sentence before Ben was laughing out an answer, catching the towel as he sat up to clean himself off. "Fuck right off, you're just gloating at this point." "You're right," you teased, silently preening at your own sexual prowess as you cleaned yourself up and slipped on some old, oversized t-shirt, ignoring the sweat that gave your skin a light sheen. Looking over, you ogled shamelessly as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, picking up a haphazard pair of shorts from the dirty laundry nearby. His muscles shifted underneath his skin with the effort, and you noted that he looked just as sweaty as you, causing you to let out an inward sigh of relief. Maybe you weren't as out of shape as you thought you were - the sex was just that good. "Such a show-off," he mumbled, but you could hear the smile in his voice as you looked at yourself in the mirror to fix your hair, and it brought a proud smile to your own face. When you finally crawled back into bed with him, he'd pulled some shorts back on and stripped the dirtied sheets off, leaving just the comforter underneath the two of you. Snuggling up together, he rested his head on your tummy and gave it a gentle kiss as you felt his eyelashes flutter closed, the feather-like sensation against your skin coaxing a quiet giggle out of you. "What's so funny?" he asked curiously, though his voice was barely above a mumble, clearly exhausted from the events of the morning. "Nothing," you answered honestly, running your hand back through his mussy, slightly-sweaty hair before grinning and back-tracking. "Actually, I was thinking about how fucking funny I was in the kitchen earlier. What would you do if I microwaved your tea water?" Ben groaned at the thought, and you dissolved into a fit of giggles as he buried his face into your stomach, shaking his head slightly at your clear amusement with yourself. As you laughed, you could feel a small huff against your skin, and then he grumbled in response. "You're sick, y'know. Truly sick." "I think someone's being a little dramatic," you teased, but Ben only scoffed once more before getting himself comfortable and dozing off into a peaceful mid-morning nap, the soothing warmth and methodical rise and fall of his chest eventually lulling you back to sleep as well. 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gurl 1-99 I dare you😄

haha no if that's too much just 1, 2, 24, 32, 77, 85, 95

well I finally answered them all babe, took me a week haha 💗

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? world away by tonight alive, you give love a bad name by bon jovi, amnesia by five seconds of summer, had enough by lower than atlantis, take it out on me by thousand foot krutch, if I could fly by one direction, I just named the first that popped in my head

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? YOU

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17? a wind came in off the harbour, bringing the smell of the sea

4: What do you think about most? I’m an overthinker with anxiety so yeah I think about everything a lot, so I wouldn’t know what I think about most

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? just an okay haha

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with, an oversized shirt and underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent? latin maybe?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) I don’t know rock? I’m not really the kind of person that puts a gender in things

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? uhm I don’t think so, now I feel unimportant haha

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I’m more an using a hairbrush as a microphone kind of girl

11: Do you have any strange phobias? probably, I’m scared of a lot of things

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? don’t think so

13: What’s your religion? officially I’m Christian, I’m a bit searching for what I believe in tho, I do believe in jezus but not like walking on water and coming back from the death, I might believe in the Greek gods and nature gods

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? enjoying the fresh air, going for a walk/ride and look at cute animals

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? even if you kill me I don’t know what band to say

17: What was the last lie you told? I lied about not being sad

18: Do you believe in karma? I don’t know, sometimes, but like there are people who’ve done terrible things, where is their karma?

19: What does your URL mean? it’s just my nickname, I didn’t want to make it fandom related because I’m a multi fandom and I didn’t want to have to change my url a lot, I also didn’t want to put my real name because I don’t want people to find me who I know in real life haha

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? my insecurity is my greatest weakness I think, I don’t know my greatest strength... maybe being a person who people feel loved and welcome by? Idk if people feel that way and idk if it’s a strength. If I’m gonna be poetic I have to say my greatest weakness and strength are both that I love someone with my whole heart, when I start loving you, I love you so much, I would do anything for you, but when someone fucks up, I’ll still love them even tho they don’t deserve it, so that comes with a lot of pain so yeah a weakness and a strength

21: Who is your celebrity crush? rudy pankow and dylan obrien

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? yes

23: How do you vent your anger? I keep everything to myself till I explode and start screaming

24: Do you have a collection of anything? music records, stones and just memories from places I’ve been to

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? neither? If I’m comfortable I do enjoy video chatting especially in times like these where you can’t speak in real life

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? this is hard one, I’ve never been happy with who I am, I do like me better than who I used to be

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? sound I love is when you’re walking trough the woods just the birds, can’t think of one I hate, I definitely have some they just don’t come to mind rn

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if I keep going through and it doesn’t get better

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes/maybe

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. my laptop and my pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? flowers

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? xanten

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? uhm west coast? Idk haha

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? harry styles is the first one that pops in my head

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? to find love, can be someone something, experience things that make you happy, enjoy it, learn, better the world

36: Define Art. creating something, it can have a meaning but it also can’t, a lot of people give it a deep meaning, which can be it, I just think art doesn’t always have to be deep are spectacular it can be someone making something because they have so much going in their head and they find peace in creating art and get inspired by their own experience, people also can it just do for fun, there are so many different kind of art and artists, I don’t think it can’t be defined

37: Do you believe in luck? I don’t know

38: What’s the weather like right now? rainy

39: What time is it? 9:54 pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? no licence

41: What was the last book you read? a fanfic on Wattpad fight or flight by ffsumth

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? yes 🙈

43: Do you have any nicknames? lu and lulu obviously, loesje , samantha, pinguïn, polar bear, you called me lulu bear hehe

44: What was the last film you saw? I don’t remember...

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? uhm ive broken a few things, my toes and my arm, but nothing really bad actually

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? no, I don’t want to, I have seen some really close, they’re beautiful

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? again you haha, but like all the stuff I post on here are my obsessions

48: What’s your sexual orientation? I don’t know, I think straight, but I don’t know for sure

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? yeah

50: Do you believe in magic? I’m not certain, maybe I do :) I do live by the saying ‘just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist’

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? sadly yes, like I won’t be mean to you or anything, but I will never ever trust you again, if I’m hurt I’m hurt and sadly I haven’t found a way yet to leave it behind, so I’m feeling a lot of pain and I’m never gonna forget that pain, so yeah...

52: What is your astrological sign? capricorn

53: Do you save money or spend it? uhm both? depends on how I feel and what time of the year it is, I have the bad habit to save it for a few months and then spend a lot of it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? a apple pen so I can start trying digital art

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? with you hehe

57: How many relationships have you had? none official relationships, I’m just not lovable okay leave me alone haha

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no oops

59: Where were you yesterday? home, school, therapy

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? a pillow

61: Are you wearing socks right now? no

62: What’s your favourite animal? polar bears

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? no idea haha, I don’t have one

64: Where is your best friend? at home, like 20min away

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. this is hard so I’m just gonna name the first five that come in my head @nxsmss @rafej-cambanks @thegreatestofheck @chrlsgillespie @nedleed

66: What is your heritage? I don’t know 🤷‍♀️

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? sleeping, I had to get up early today

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? never thought about it

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? no

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Is it bad to say yes? I mean I hate myself but I do think I’m a good friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? save the dog obviously!!!!

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I think I would tell people, I’m not sure, but like so have people got the time to say goodbye the way they want to, I would travel the world I think, do everything on my bucket list, maybe some illegal stuff 🙈 (where no one gets hurt tho obviously), I don’t think I would be afraid... I mean I’m suicidal, I’ve literally been connected to death my whole life, if you understand what I mean

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. uhm trust I think? If I would have love but don’t have trust I wouldn’t really feel loved anyway, I do really want to experience how it feels like to be loved tho...

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? the first song that came to mind is love my life by Robbie Williams, I rarely listen to it, but the lyrics really gives a boost of happiness and confidence

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 51 54

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? loyalty and trust, you don’t have to agree on everything or be interested in the same things, you do have to be there for each other

77: How can I win your heart? YOU ALREADY HAVE

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes I think so

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? to get dogs

80: What size shoes do you wear? uhm 38 eu, 4,5 uk and 7 us

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? a loving ... I hope to be a loving daughter, friend, wife and mother, someone who was always there for others

82: What is your favourite word? fuck haha, no idk but that is definitely a word I use a lot

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. pain....

84: What is a saying you say a lot? enjoy the little things

85: What’s the last song you listened to? ignorance by paramore

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? uhm I do love black, I also like pastels and like a turquoise kind of colour

87: What is your current desktop picture? me and my friend

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? no one, there are a lot of people who did wrong, the need to be in jail, but I’m not saying someone deserves to die

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what goes on in my head, how I’m feeling

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? scream probably haha

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? teleportation, I would travel the world haha

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? when I was in Ireland by the cliffs of moher

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? uhm this is a hard one, maybe seeing my father almost dying? (he is okay btw, we were lucky), I’ve had nightmares and anxiety ever since

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I find this so weird to say for some reason... if I have to give a name it would be harry styles I think, because damn look at that man, but I don’t know, I would rather be friends with him than sleep with him tbh, I know you can do both haha, but idk I’m not like yes I want to sleep with him haha, I think I’ve read too many fanfics about him that I would find it awkward

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? ice land or canada

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? don’t think so, not close ones anyway

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? no, I got out in time haha

98: Ever been on a plane? yes, when I went on a trip to georgia in west asia

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? you’re all ignorant assholes haha, no idk what I would say, there are a lot of good people on this world I know, but man there is some fucked up shit, so maybe I would educate some people or it would have something to do with mental health, maybe about loving yourself or that it’s not a sign of weakness and that we should be treated as equals to physical pain, we should be taken seriously... I don’t really know, there are so many things haha

[tonbanereblogs]

@bardingbeedle tagged me to save me from eternal boredom! :)

(I know you tagged me in @sparkstarkart but Tumblr mobile won't let me change it!!)

top 3 cities you want to visit: Berlin (again), Cairo and Florence (for cultural purposes 👀👀👀)

favorite marvel character: If we ignore MCU, always between iron man and black widow

white chocolate - yay or nay?:  Yay but only because I have a sweet tooth, it's not the best chocolate. But a certain restaurant's white chocolate milkshake is godsend.

favorite board game: I don't play many board games, theresbone game my grandfather invented and we always play it in family reunions :)

how many countries have you been to: I'll have to write them down. Spain, Portugal, UK, France, Belgium, Germany, and the Netherlands. That's 7!

Although saying UK is a bit of a stretch, I just drove to Gibraltar on a one day trip, hehe.

favorite thing to do on a rainy day: Walk through a nearby forest. But these days I just paint in front of the window, sometimes I even open it too.

favorite holiday: San Isidro because it means the day after my birthday there's no uni/work :). For worldwide known holidays I'd say Halloween because VAMPIRES.

pen or pencil: gel pen for writing, 4B pencil for drawing 👌😔

favorite kind of soup: my mom's vegetable soup, the only constant ingredient is carrots, so it's a surprise always.

your typical order at a cafe or coffee shop: Oh here's the thing, we're coffeeholics at home and we bought a fancy Italian coffee machine. It made me hate cafés because it's not as good as at home.

favorite ride at an amusement park: I don't know the name but there's an orange and blue rollercoaster in Warner Bros that starts backwards and it's the shit.

the color of your sneakers: if you mean average sports shoes, they're always black 

favorite pbs show (or little kids show if you didn’t have pbs): I dont know what pbs means.

five blogs you think deserve some love: (also I'm tagging in case you feel like doing it :3)

@gay-and-bitter @owmione @panna-acida @angelmydear @verobatto-jaskierxgeralt

[kaiyeti]

Has there ever been a time where tsuyu was caught writing "mr. And mrs. Midorya" in her notebook?

No unfortunately, Tsuyu was smart on hiding her crush on Izuku. She only wrote stuff like that in her dairy.

... Speaking of which!

Tsuyu: *One night as Tsuyu sat at her desk writing in her dairy, recalling training, thoughts with friend, the grape perv hit count which was at one thousand two hundred and forty-five, and most important a the secret thoughts and desires of her green haired friend Izuku, I knock came from her door.* Kero? Who is it? *Tsuyu called out, closing her dairy and sliding it underneath her notebooks.*

Izuku: H-Hey Tsuyu. It’s me, Izuku. *The frog heroine heard from the other side of the door, causing her to quickly hop out of her seat with surprise bumping into her desk, unknowingly knocking her note book off her dairy.*

Tsuyu: *Quickly maybe her way to the door and opening it slightly to hide her pajama clothes from her crush.* Hey Midoriya. What’s up?

Izuku: Hey Tsu, oh wait I already said that. Hehe. *Izuku began turning to a mutter with a blush, the long haired hero training trying her best not to as well as she thinks of his cuteness.* Ahem, Sorry to bother you like this so late but I was hoping that I could borrow your notes from history class since I was late today? I-If it’s not to much trouble.

Tsuyu: Oh sure thing. Let me grab them for you. *Tsuyu smiled slightly turning her head and reaching towards her desk and shooting out her tongue.*

Izuku: Thanks Tsuyu. You are a life saver. *Izuku beamed before looking at her hair tied up in a big bow.* Wow, her hair is so pretty like that. *Izuku mutter to himself, quickly noticing Tsuyu snapping her gaze back to him with slight wider eyes. This in turn made his own eyes grow along with a pink shade on his cheeks as he thought to himself.* CRAP! I said that out load!

Tsuyu: K-Kero? What did you say Midoriya? *Tsuyu asked, her cheeks heating up and tongue halting.*

Izuku: N-Nothing! Sorry. I was just thinking that your hair looks pretty as a big bow. Makes you look like a present. Not in a bad way! More! More like a beautiful cute Christmas present! Not that your normal hair do doesn’t look amazing because you always do an-

Tsuyu: Midoriya.

Izuku: Y-Yeah? *Izuku stopped his mumbling as Tsuyu smiled with a tiny blush taking a book from her retracted tongue into her hand and handed it to Izuku.*

Tsuyu: You’re mumbling. Here are the notes. Just return them to me before class. *Tsuyu said in her normal tone voice as Izuku took the book from her and she began to close the door. pausing to add.* Also, Thank you. I always liked how your hair looks too. *Tsuyu closed the door hearing Izuku thank you her through it making her smile. She then made her way to her desk and sat down.* He thinks my hair is pretty. Maybe I have a shot of asking him out after all. *She thought to herself, grabbing her pen and reaching for her dairy, deciding to mark this meeting down when she realized after opening the book to find her history notes that her dairy was gone.* Huh? This isn’t my... Oh no! *Tsuyu Panicked, Quickly springing out of her chair and rushed to the open. However, when she swung open the door she froze to find a Blushing Izuku there with his hand raised ready to knock holding the book she gave him tightly to his close realizing it was her dairy.*

Izuku: ...

Tsuyu: ...

*The two stared at each other, Izuku’s a new shade of pinkish red as Tsuyu’s camouflage activated with only her pink cheeks standing out. The one for all user breaking the silence as he held the rainy season hero’s dairy back to her.*

Izuku: I... I think you handed me the wrong book.

Tsuyu: That... That I did. *Tsuyu quietly spoke taking her dairy back and holding it close to her chest and nearly whispering.* Did... Did you read any of it? *Tsuy looked up to see Izuku open his mouth as if to say no but quickly shut it and nodded.* Oh...

Izuku: Sorry, Tsuyu. It was only the latest page and that was it. *Izuku stated looking down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his head, glancing up to see Tsuyu still camouflage doing the same.* I... I should go. *Izuku spoke, not seeing Tsuyu make any motion to move. He turn and took one step before turning back to his fellow green haired friend and scratched his red cheek.* T-to be honest, I do think Midoriya Tsuyu has a lovely ring to it. *At this Tsuyu’s camouflage disappeared as she whipped her head toward her crush who was smiling as he added,* O-Or Maybe Asui Izuku. Maybe in the future we could go b-by the Green season heroes? Th-Th-That is if you are okay with that? I-I-I-I know must couples that are heroes tend not to work together for safety b-but you  want w-we-

Tsuyu: Mid-Kero. Izuku. *Izuku shut up instantly, frozen at Tsuyu using his first name and looked up at her seeing her smile.* Maybe we should go on a date first. Is Saturday okay with you?

Izuku: YEa-Yeah! Absolutely!

Tsuyu: Great. Well good night Izuku. Kero. *Tsuyu smiled, quickly giving Izuku a boop on his cheek with her tongue before closing her door.*  

Izuku: *Izuku stood frozen, holding his cheek with a giant bright smile on his lips and he whispered.* Good night, Tsuyu.

*The next day Class 1-A all wondered the reason why their two green hero friend looked like that haven’t slept at all and yet couldn’t stop smiling.*

[buckyboobear]

tag game!

tag games are so fun, please tag me on more because i have nothing to do!

i was tagged by my new bff @yobucky i love them💕 but you guys already know that

top 3 cities you want to visit:  anywhere where it is cold and in europe because i hate it here! by here i mean california

favorite marvel character: Tony Stark, contrary to popular believes. i love bucky but tony was my first love  

white chocolate - yay or nay?: NAY

favorite board game: clue, two thumbs up from this girl 👍👍

how many countries have you been to: only 2 because im super broke and i cant travel as often as i wish i could

favorite thing to do on a rainy day: watch shows and daydream about me being on a sad movie where i caught my boyfriend cheating on me

favorite holiday: Halloween hehe i like to make kids cry and Halloween is the perfect day to do that

pen or pencil: pencil but if im feeling crazy then blue pen

favorite kind of soup: i dont think Americans eat this soup or call it like this but it is called Sopa de Fideo it is very yummy 😋😋😋

your typical order at a cafe or coffee shop: i dont order cafe and i dont go to coffee shops. I prefer to do it myself, its relaxing

favorite ride at an amusement park: anything that makes you vomit and also the Jurassic Park ride at universal studios as well as the harry potter one, the one inside the castle

the color of your sneakers: black and white, classic

favorite kids show: zoboomafoo was the shit!!!!

I tag @bigbananajin @helloitscrowley @ohwaitimthewriter

i little tag you guys all the time #sorrynotsorry i only do it because i love you guys!!

[principeandres]

✧･ﾟ(   deimos + jorge lopez + cis male   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   andrés de fonollosa y borbón  ) around ? (   he/his  ) have/has been in kaos for (   one month  ). the (   twenty four year old   ) is a/an (   member of the royal family   ) from (   madrid, spain   ). people say they can be (   narcissistic   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   loyal   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (  red wine dripping from soft lips, the ethereal look of baroque palaces and a golden cross hanging by the neck).  ･ﾟ✧  (  penned by evie, 24, cst, she/her  ).

hello, it ME! finally here with the intro for my babyyy andres! sorry for the delay but pls love him!

SOME STATS

full name: andrés de fonollosa y borbón

place and date of birth: santiago de chile, november 14, 1995

zodiac sign: scorpio

hogwarts house: slytherin

sexuality: bisexual.

BIOGRAPHY:

andrés was born in the outskirts of santiago de chile on a rainy day. but he doesn’t know that. instead, the first memory he has of his childhood is running around in empty castle halls, nannies running worryingly behind him.

in his mind, he was born in a golden cradle. his life already picked out for him way before he was born. he is the son of the princess royal of spain, his uncle’s the king. and that leaves him as the 4th in line to the throne. he’ll most likely never be king, but that doesn’t mean the whole country isn’t watching his every move.

in fact, andrés was actually adopted. with the pressures from the royal family and his parents’ difficulty to get pregnant, the young couple decided to adopt. that’s how one day a beautiful curly haired chilean baby came into their lives. this is one of the royal family’s best kept secrets. no one knows the young prince is actually adopted. not even himself.

but much to everyone’s surprise, andres’ mother was finally able to get pregnant just a few months after he was adopted. and before he knew it, he was a big brother. fabian is his sun, his best friend, his partner in crime. the most important person in andres’ life is his brother. he’d do ANYTHING to protect him.

all in all, andres had a happy childhood, making everyone around him suffer with all his jokes and pranks and dragging his younger brother around with him. they were the little princes of destruction and chaos in the royal family.

which is why they both ended up in kaos. it all started as a joke but the two brothers literally burned down a castle in the spanish countryside. the sight of the fire eating up the old ruin is one of the most beautiful things andres has ever seen. it was poetic.

but obviously his family didn’t think the same. they were absolutely mortified. and even though andres & fabian’s parents didn’t see it as much more than “boys being boys”, the pressure from the rest of the royal family was what ultimately drove them to send their sons away, at least to keep them from the public eye while the scandal dies down.

SOME HEADCANONS:

his general aesthestic is very catholic elements but make it fashion and SINFUL. he has a gold cross always hanging around his neck. he wears it ‘cause he believes it makes him look cool.

andres has a bachelor degree on art history by the university complutense of madrid. he’s probably never going to use that degree but he LOVES art and the concept of it.

in that line.. one could say he is a bon vivant. he loves the finer things in life. and he is very very cultured. and a bit pretentious tbh.

drugs tw. he first tried weed when he was sixteen. and it all went downhill from there. he loves the thrill and the boost that drugs give him. it makes everything around him so much more beautiful according to him. it’s like little bags of happiness in his pockets. andres doesn’t even know how but he’s managed to keep it a secret from his parents all these years. he doesn’t see it as an issue anyways.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ALL THE TOXIC CONNECTIONS YOU CAN THINK OF!!! no, but seriously.

i imagine he has broken plenty of hearts. so if you’re down, that’s always a connection!!

same for friends with benefits, one night stands, all of it! andres is a very sexual person hehe. so he’s probably had plenty of those.

some solid friends! ‘cause this bitch is loyal as fuck. once you become friends, he’s your ride or die.

and people who doesn’t like him! ‘cause honestly, sometimes he’s just TOO MUCH.

[rainydrops]

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th eir g i r l ………

[yeonjuins]

oh no, I was hoping that the weather was going to be better by then SJSKS but hopefully by the time I send this ask, it’s pretty again ♡︎ (it’s actually raining here now and I’m feeling so sluggish) but hopefully you get to experience some kind of warm weather soon :)

no but it makes sense because I was like that during my senior year for those exact same reasons and boy- was I in for a reckoning ,, just enjoy the time of you not having to study for now KAKSKS but yeah I do get it, maybe during your break you can get a routine back going on or something or once you start uni

Yeah I’m actually feeling okay about them, ♡︎ like at least I tried and made it to the end yknow? it’s not much else I can do at this point and exactly! Like idk I feel like it’s pointless KAKSKS but yes everything is well! ♡︎

I know I know <3 I want to though, that’s why I’m making a mission to get them (also because I don’t want you to feel like I just don’t want to be a pen pal or like make you feel rejected?? Idk but I just want to give you the reassurance that I want to this but I get so caught up in things that it slips my mind) but SKSKSKKDDK I’m still going to try to get them!! I want to at least send something back to you so we can be even (I know I said I set a reminder but I forgot to set the reminder) but if I forget about the stamps again, I’ll just message you my response to your letter and we’ll go from there ♡︎♡︎ ( I’m actually going to try again this Friday to get them (•̀ᴗ•́)و)

thank you, I will ♡︎

well I’m glad it helps value you your internship more when you talk to your employer about that ♡︎ and ooh she said what was trying to say but better SKSKSK but It’s normal to feel that way though, it might be the inexperienceness (I know thats not a word but it’s a word today) that makes you feel that way but it’s alright I promise, you just have to take it at your own pace, everything will eventually start being virtuous for you ♡︎♡︎

You’ll be done with high school before you know it And once your internship is over with, you can even pick shifts back up and everything will get back on track ♡︎

But yes it has been well, despite it being rainy/stormy and it making me very sleepy SJSJSK I’m forcing myself to stay awake so I found this tv show called Van Helsing to watch :) and yes I was taking breaks between my studying and exams

I’m actually done with them now so yay!! ♡︎

scuffling over here to answer this u alrdy know what the preface is (lengthy response!)

HAII MY LOVE ur patience with me responding to ur asks amazes me.... i love u firstly, secondly, i hope u have been well my angel

the weather is in fact really bright and sunny nowadays (: which makes me very very happie hehe... i got hit with a lot of good news recently so i'm super satisfied and feel like life is ! going okay ! PAHAHHAH i got another scholarship to my program !!! i now have two !!!! and i'll also be moving in the summer then moving again hopefully to my own apartment (": i'm very excited for whats to come and i finally feel like life is just moving after so long of it being still...

how did your exams go? do you know your results yet ;0 ? regardless of how you did, i'm sure u did fine and that U ARE VERY SMART TO ME NO MATTER WHAT THE ACADEMIC SCORING SAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm very very excited to get your letter whenever that arrives <3 did you send it out yet ??! i'll make sure to keep an eye out and look into my mailbox daily (can confirm . i've made it a daily routine to look at my mailbox LMFAO)

thank you for ur reassuring words my love... and truly ! i will be done with high school soon enough (": it's shocking to me that i'm pretty much at the end of the year now and i'm doing my second last final assignments... grad is coming soon which i'm very excited for and i decided to get pampered next month for it !!!!! i'll do everything i've always been wanting to do but never treated myself to doing !!!! (will be getting nails, hair, and eyelashes done hehe)

i hope the weather there has been better for u... genuinely bad weather makes me zzz but we already established that (": u deserve sunny days that are kind and gentle to you bringing you loads of happiness my angel ;;