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BINGO: Mommy kink, Ethan Landry. Prompt 14. Reader is just having their way with Ethan who keeps cumming and keeps getting hard

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Sub! Ethan Landry x Dom! Mommy! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.9K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You were originally attracted to Ethan because he looked like a boy who had never been touched by a woman - ever. Your corruption kink was going haywire, and it was the main reason why you pursued him before you got way too attached to his stupid nerdy personality and his utter obliviousness to anything that has to do with sex, so you decide to put him to a… test of sorts.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - kind of mean/teasing reader || mommy kink || cursing & foul language || tit worship || reader wears revealing clothing & makeup || reader could be described as a nympho? || vibrators || virginity loss (Ethan) || attempt at lactation || breast milk production without being pregnant (it can happen, hormones are a thing and can be caused by constant nipple and breast stimulation) || in turn, lactation kink || oral || grinding || riding || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || unprotected sex || multiple positions || maybe slight corruption kink?? || everything is consensual || public teasing ||

Study hall. That’s how everything started.

There were no empty tables, every one being full of a person, so you decided to move deeper — just in case there was one someone missed.

Of course, though, they were all full. All of your friends were either in other classes or working, so there was no point in texting them to come and join you so you wouldn’t be alone at a table with someone who could very well be Ghostface.

Slowly, you walked around the library to find a table you could sit at before you saw the same book for the Psychology course you were taking. You paused, looking from the book to who had it, his brown curls immediately letting you know it was that quiet boy who sat a few rows back from you.

It didn’t take you long to walk towards him, his eyes flickering up for a quick second before looking back down. It made Ethan panic; were you walking towards him?

He inhaled deeply as his eyes flickered down to the heels that stood a few inches from his chair, inhaling deeply when he felt a soft pat to his shoulder. “You’re Ethan, right?”

He tried not to let it be too obvious that his eyes started to trail up your body; your beautiful legs that were on show, your skirt black and to your midthigh and your shirt just perfectly tight around your body. “Uhm… yeah,” he whispers, nodding as you smile down at him. “Yeah, I’m Ethan.”

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, smiling. “Do you mind if I sit down with you?”

“U-Uhm no… no, not at all,” he said, quickly looking around to see if he could grab a seat for you until you grabbed one yourself and put it right next to him. “I-I’m just studying econ right now.”

“Oh, I did econ last year!” You say, smiling as you tapped the book. “I could help if you help me with psych?”

He nodded immediately, staring up at you before you sat down next to him, holding his hand tightly with a smile. “Y-Yeah, I would like that.”

After helping him out like you wanted to, it was onto psychology. You were learning about Sigmund Freud, a sick bastard who had to relate everything to sex, and two of the theories were the Oedipus and Electra Complex.

“Maybe that’s where the daddy and mommy kinks come in,” you joke, giggling. “Playing. Kind of. I think those stem from not the loving of one’s literal birth parent, but the attraction to someone who fulfills the role of sorts.” “What do you mean?” Ethan asked, leaning over to peer at your textbook and to stare at the diagram comparing the two complexes.

“Well, for those kinks, with those who have daddy kinks - whether male or female - they often have some sort of issue with their true parental figure, but not always, or a strong attachment to their father, or the love that they showed. Same with men who have mommy kinks.” You shrugged, fixing your bra strap as you looked over at him. “I don’t think I’d mind a man calling me mommy.”

Ethan could feel his cheeks get hot, looking away as you giggled. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“Well, I think I would make a good mother,” you shrug, but hum. “I just don’t like the thought of having children - now at least - still got my whole life ahead of me! I definitely do like the thought of the… process though.”

He stuttered out the same question, swallowing. He stared at you, mouth going dry as you giggled.

“Are you a virgin, Ethan?”

He clenched his fists, looking away before you held his wrist. “Y-Yeah, I am.”

“Well, I mean someone cumming inside,” you tapped his chin, getting him to look at you as you smiled at him, giggling. “Like… anywhere. I’m not the biggest fan of anal, but it depends on who’s giving it, you know? But I definitely like how it looks when cum like floods out of my cunt, you know what I mean?” You asked him, biting your lip as his cheeks get redder and his eyes try to avoid yours as much as he could. “You don’t, do you? Kind of forgot,” you hummed, letting your hand place on his and draw lines across his veins with your nail. “You don’t look like you’d be a virgin, Ethan.”

He quickly looked at you, confused. “I-I don’t?”

“No,” you say, smiling as your fingers intertwined with his. “You’re too cute to be a virgin, but you seem to be one of those types who don’t realize how much they make a girl’s pussy wet.”

He shivered as your nail slowly dragged up his forearm, a hum leaving your mouth. “D-Do I make your pussy wet?”

You smiled, shifting slightly to move the wet patch of your underwear. “You do. Can I touch you, Ethan?”

“H-Here?” He basically squeaked, but your hand placing on his thigh made him gasp.

“Not like that, silly,” you laughed, but your nail trailed down his inner thigh. “I mean… unless you want me to.”

“Y-You would do that in a library?” He whispered, watching as you tilt your head slightly.

“Why not?” He inhaled sharply as your finger trailed down his growing bulge, a satisfied hum leaving your mouth. “You should take me out.”

“Y-Yes, yes ma’am.”

That was the beginning of your relationship. Four months in, Ethan had a habit of getting way too comfortable laying against your body with your nipple in his mouth as he sucked and groped the other, a vibrator shoved into your cunt that he had licked and prepped all perfectly.

It had basically become a routine ever since you figured out that he actually did have a mommy kink, coming home from school and his nimble hands stripping you after slipping off your jacket and shoes, kissing your ankles and wrists before leading you to your room. If your feet were sore, he would give you a foot rub, and if your back hurt, a massage. He was so, so good for you, how could you not repay him?

You stroked his curls as his hand pulled your tit deeper into his mouth, sucking and biting against your areola making you hiss. “Hey, don’t be too rough, baby. Be nice.”

He hummed, nodding as he pulled away. “S-Sorry… you just taste so good.”

You laughed, stroking his hair with a smile. “Taste, hm? What tastes? There’s nothing with flavor-”

“You,” he interrupts, his tongue flattening against your sensitive but hard bud. “You taste so good.”

You hummed as you pushed your hand down to push the vibrator into the next setting, the second one being something you were basically ignorant to. You inhale sharply as you hold the end, pushing it deeper into you to feel the soft pink silicone vibrate against the perfect spot inside of you, your hips bucking as he groans against your tit.

One of his hands tries to push down your stomach, attempting to touch your pretty clit before you slapped his hand, a whine against your nipple making you groan. “You already had your time with my pussy, baby, pay attention to my tits.”

He whined, pulling away from your swollen nipple, his hands squeezing at your full breasts. “But mommy-”

“Ah,” you interrupted, raising a brow. “What did mommy say, hm? You’re going to be a bad boy and not listen to your mommy, just to get a taste of my pussy? If you’re good, you won’t have to beg for it.”

“O-Okay,” he mumbled, moving onto your other tit as his thumb flicked against the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth, a pleasure filled sigh leaving your lips.

One of your hands stayed in his hair, your head tilted back as the other guided the vibrator deeper into your cunt, hips rolling to try and get the tip against that perfect spot deeper inside of you. His mouth was nice against your tits, but not something that completely gained your attention, desperate to get that spot inside of you abused by the perfect silicone pink vibrator that always fucked you so good.

You felt a jolt go up your back as he groaned against your tit, biting against your nipple, a scream leaving your mouth as his teeth dug into your areola. “E-Ethan!”

He pulled away with the strong tug of your hand, whining loudly. “W-Wait, wait Y/N! Pl-Please, please you taste so good!”

You didn’t notice the pearly white liquid dripping down the side of his mouth, only registering the now discomforting vibrations inside of you. “No, you want to take advantage of what I give you? Hm? I be nice and let you suck on my tits as much as you want and you fucking bite me?!”

He whined, shaking his head as you pulled the vibrator out of your cunt, turning it off. “No! No, you don’t understand-!”

He choked as you pushed the vibrator into his open mouth, watching the creamy white ring envelope his lips as you pushed it down his throat, watching as he obediently sucked on it like you wanted him to. “You just like sucking on shit with me on it, don’t you? If I had another man fuck me, would you be desperate to suck his cock baby?”

He whined, shaking his head around the vibrator had been inside of you, soaked and covered in your arousal and cum. You pulled it out of his mouth to hear him whine even louder, his head shaking. “No, no! Mommy, mommy you promised that if I was good I’d be able to fuck you!”

“But you weren’t good, were you?” You hissed, squeezing his chin as you threw the vibrator to the side, forcing him onto his back. “I wanted to be nice and feel your mouth on my tits, but you wanted to bite me?”

“Pl-Please, you had milk coming out!” He basically begged, his hands cupping your tits and fingers squeezing at your nipples. The sensation makes you scream out, gasping as he rolls the hard, sensitive buds between his fingers, gasping as he pulls them slightly and the white liquid slowly starts to drip out. He groaned, staring up at you in desperation. “Can I please… please suck them, mommy?”

You paused, staring down at the liquid dribbling from your nipples. How the fuck were you lactating right now? There was absolutely no way you were pregnant, there was no other symptoms, you were on birth control-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes meet his as he smiles, sitting up.

“Just because you're lactating, doesn’t mean you’re pregnant. It can be caused by constant stimulation to the nipple and breast.”

You paused, holding his shoulders as he slowly ducked down to delicately lick the translucent, white tinted liquid. “Did you... look that up?”

“Well, yeah,” he laughed, shrugging. “I could tell that it kind of bothered you whenever I stopped, and they were getting heavier and you said that they were sore, so I looked it up to see if me sucking on them was doing anything. That’s why I just gave them massages for a while.”

You stared down at him, confused. “I thought you just liked squeezing my tits.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “As much as I do like that, I care about your well-being more.”

You could feel your heart swell, a smile on your lips as you leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to his mouth. “You’ve been doing so good, baby, I think you deserve a treat for looking out for your mommy.”

He groaned as you leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips, his mouth desperately following yours as you pulled away. “Wh-What do you mean by a treat?”

“Anything you want, baby,” you say, giggling. “You just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Can… can I fuck you?” He whispered desperately, inhaling sharply as you hummed, nodding.

“How do you want me, honey?”

“L-Lay back for me,” he whispered, nodding. “Please.”

You smiled as you slowly got off, laying on your back with a languid stretch as he quickly straddled your waist after slipping off his clothes. He lifted himself up, pumping his cock as you tilted your head slightly, desperate to look at his way too pretty cock. It wasn’t the thickest in girth, but his length and the slight upwards curve from how fucking hard he was with the picturesque dribble of cum sliding out of his tip.

He groaned as he slowly slid his tip up and down your slit, jaw falling as he tilted his head back with even the slightest push into you. His fist nightly to the thought of you had nothing on the warmth of your cunt, how fucking soaked you were, and fuck you couldn’t have been tighter. He had to hold himself back from cumming just from this, a shaky groan falling from his mouth as your hands slowly trail up his chest, his perfect milky skin making you groan.

He cursed, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your lips, a whine falling from his mouth as you rolled your hips into his. “You ever going to start moving?”

He groaned, head tilting back as he desperately tried to control the sporadic bucks of his hips. “Y-You feel… you feel too good. F-Fuck, fuck, I can’t move without cumming,” he whispered, his voice breathy as you tried to hold back from moving your hips on your own. “Pl-Please, just let me… let me stay here for a minute, n-need to feel you.”

You held back a pout, nodding reluctantly. “Not too long, baby, before I give myself pleasure.”

Ethan groaned as he leaned down, desperately kissing at your neck as his hands groped your tits, his thumbs finding your nipples and sliding over them firmly. “N-No, no, I’ll still… I’ll still give you pleasure, mommy, that’s what I’m here for. To give you pleasure.”

“Well, don’t just give it to me on my tits, my love.”

As much as you did love him sucking and licking at your nipples, desperately drinking at the milk that was a production of constant stimulation, a sigh leaving your mouth at the same feeling filled your body like it had the past few weeks. It felt good, a weight of some sort being lifted from your swollen tits at the milk being sucked out, but with his cock this deep inside of you, how could you not want it?

You shifted your hips, smiling when you heard the whine fall from his lips, purposely clenching your cunt around his cock. He gasped against your tit, groaning loudly as you pushed your hips off the bed, rolling your hips against his to get his cock deeper inside of you, his hips bucking against yours seemingly on accident.

You gasped as his teeth dug into your nipple once again, whining loudly as his hips started to move faster, more collected. You certainly didn’t expect him to be this good at fucking right off the bat, his shaft rubbing along your walls as one of his hands push down between the two of you, smearing your wetness along your slit and rubbing at your clit.

You moaned loudly, gasping as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his back arched as he attempted to continue thrusting into you as he sucked on your tits, his thrusts getting rougher as your nails dragged down his back. He pulled away from your tit with a deep inhale, a shaky moan leaving your mouth as the white liquid dribbled down his chin.

“A-Am I doing good, mommy?” The name makes your walls clamp down on his cock, a whine leaving your mouth as his hips stutter, your cunt used to the steady and rough pace of his thrusts being affected by the slight falter. “I-Is that a yes? Y-You clench when I call you mommy, you really like it, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” You yelled out, gasping as his tip kissed your cervix, grazing that one spot that made your eyes roll back. Your mouth fell open, moaning wantonly as his hands held your tits to keep some sort of steadiness to his actions.

His mind was cloudy and hazy, body hot in desperation to just fuck you. He had been waiting desperately until he got to this point, thinking of you every time he pumped his cock, hating your teasing when you forced him to watch you get yourself off with that pretty pink vibrator that you shoved down his throat earlier. Fuck, he was jealous of a fucking sex toy.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, mommy? Do you want me to be rougher, softer? J-Just tell me, fu-fuck, just tell me what to do.” Ethan whined, his face moving to press against your neck to get into more of a comfortable position, your cunt clenching around him once again making him groan. “J-Just tell me!”

“D-Don’t stop,” you cover your mouth, whimpering as your cheeks turned red in embarrassment; a fucking virgin has you this fucked out? A virgin is making you feel this good? “J-Just don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!”

He groaned loudly, slamming into you as his fingers squeezed your clit firmly, taking pleasure in the way your hips bucked and your walls convulsed around his length, his vision going white as he came inside of you. You gasped, just the feeling of those hot ropes of cum squirting into you making you scream out, desperately trying to get that perfect thrust to hit your g-spot, the sharp thrust of his hips successfully making you come undone and cum all over his cock.

You could feel his cock twitching, still not softening. You had never been with a virgin before, so you assumed that he probably just needed a few more thrusts to successfully go soft, but with the lazy rolls of his hips, he was still fucking hard.

Slowly, you patted his chest, inhaling deeply. “Can I ride you, baby?”

He inhaled sharply, nodding as you pushed against his chest, inhaling sharply as you sat on his cock. You whined, his length still incredibly hard as he shifted himself, slipping a pillow underneath his hips to help push his cock into you at a new angle. You could feel every bulging vein on his shaft, his perfect arched cock pushing into you, desperately bouncing on his cock to get it as deep inside of you as you could.

Your nails dug into his chest, your head lulling back when you felt his tip hit that perfect spot inside of you, the knot inside of your stomach weak from your first orgasm. You could feel it being teased by his tip, each bounce making his head hit that perfect spot inside of you, loud groans falling from your mouth as he held your hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” He groaned, head tilting back as he accidentally bucked his hips, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back, supporting yourself to stay sitting up as you screamed out. “F-Fuck, fuck, don’t stop mommy, please.”

You could feel his cock continue to twitch inside of your cunt, groaning loudly as more cum flooded into you, your thighs shaking as you lifted yourself up, keeping his tip inside of you before releasing your weight again and sinking down onto his cock. He groaned loudly, tears pricking his eyes as he squeezed your hips. You were not going to let a fucking virgin outlast you.

“Y-You sure you’re a virgin, Ethan?” You whimper, a laugh falling from his mouth as you reach toward his face to wipe the tears falling from his cheeks. “Fucking hell, Ethan! We've been at it for hours, how are you still hard?!"

He was definitely a virgin if he was crying after two releases, but he definitely couldn’t be a virgin if he was still hard.

He laughed as he rolled his hips upward, groaning without holding back from his thrusts upward into you, your hands on his shoulders and your nails digging into his shoulders to stabilize yourself. You weren’t going to let yourself fly forward like you were tired, because as much as you were tired, you weren’t going to let him see that.

“Y-Yes, yes mommy, am I doing good for you? F-Fuck, I love it when you use me, mommy, I love it when you fucking use me for your own pleasure!” He groaned out, your walls tight around his shaft as he slammed his hips upward, desperately trying to chase his next release.

As much as you wanted to stay sitting up, put on that strong front, you couldn’t. You flew forward, groaning as your tried to hold yourself up above him, his mouth ducking to suck on your tits once again. The added stimulation made you scream out, eyes rolling back as another mind blurring orgasm resonated in your body, tummy convulsing as your walls clamped down on his cock.

Your nails dug into the sheets, gripping the silk fabric between your fingers as his teeth teasingly dragged against your nipple, his hands holding your hips as he thrusted into your abused cunt just a few more times, another orgasm rippling through his body as he came again, whimpering against your shoulder as you panted above him.

“You can’t be a virgin.”

He laughed as he pushed you onto your back, humming. “Can I keep going?”

You inhaled sharply, pausing when his cock continued to stay hard inside of you, but you nodded. You wanted someone who could keep up with you, who cared if it was a virgin? “Yes baby, you can.”

He groaned, leaning down for a firm kiss to your lips. “Thank you mommy, thank you so much. I love you, I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”

You groaned as he slowly flipped you onto your side, his hands pushing against your tits as he kneeled in front of your cunt and over one of your thighs, pulling your other leg over his shoulder.

Fuck, he truly was the perfect virgin.

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AOT Characters As Actors

OKAY I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN DONE A MILLION TIMES BEFORE but I cant help but want to join in because its so fun.

Imagining the characters of AOT as their actor selves after the show is wrapped up. Pls enjoy! <3 LMK if u want a part two

Ymir (Scouts): One of the sweetest people on set, just really good at playing such an asshole, lol. The one during the press tours to make sure that Gabby, Falco and young Ymir are all okay. Making sure that paparazzi aren't bothering everyone and generally getting along with the whole cast. Goes on social media after and does a whole soft-girl rebrand so that people know shes that good at acting.

Jean: THIS MAN WOULD BE OUR PEDRO PASCAL. Absolutely loves the love he gets from his stans and loves watching fan account compilations of him. Wears wild looks on the red carpet because he knows the fans are going to go crazy. Posts photos of himself in costume backstage becuase he knows we'd EAT IT UP. Silly and goofy and generally just loves to say he was a part of the show. Would love to do costumed appearances for late night shows and fan meetings; he just absolutely loves the fans and his role.

Erwin: I feel like as an actor he'd be so funny. He's the star who anchors the show and gives it the original buzz. He's always playing jokes on his co-stars and loves messing with everyone. I feel like him and actor Zeke would get along so well and just mess with people. Not a huge social media guy but I feel like he'd post group pictures of the cast at the premier with the caption "We did it, guys". Does a whole GQ cover and interview to promote the show.

Hange: This is their debut role and I feel like the public just IMMEDIATELY falls in love with them. I feel like actor Hange would be so shy and intimidated by the love for the character they play. But the public would love them even more for that and encourage them soooo much. Levi is like their biggest supporter and always hyping them up during interviews. Would post a long love-letter-goodbye speech to their character on Instagram after the show ends. Would sooo steal looks at award shows. Gets into some really big A24 movies and shows after and is in general, just killing it.

Mikasa: She would be the IT girl after the show was over. Her haircut would be trending on tiktok and people would be photographing her everywhere. I see her being someone who adopts parts of Mikasa into her everyday persona. Becomes really passionate about supporting young women and girls in her spare time. THE RUMOURS ABOUT HER AND EREN ARE FLYING. Like everyone is constantly wondering if they're dating in real life or not. In the end, I feel like they'd both stay friends but people would always wonder. Post a lot on social media and has a ton of followers. Zendaya vibes; gets into everything and does so well and ALWAYS EATS IT UP AT AWARD SHOWS

Armin: By the end of the series, Armin is like the new heartthrob of the whole series. I feel like irl he's actually pretty confident and outgoing. Like, he would try his best to change his brand from sweet inquisitive nerd to bad boy by doing like 'rugged' GQ shoots and generally going for more 'action hero' characters outside of the show. HARD LAUNCHES A PARTNER AT THE FINAL PREMIERE and everyone is like omg ARMIN THEY'RE FINE AS HELL. Really enjoys the action and thriller genres and does a lot of movies of those kinds.

Eren: The character really shapes him as an actor (obvs) and I feel like he gets cast in a lot of similar protagonist roles. Everyone loses their minds for shirtless rebel Eren with long hair, and I feel like he's actually kind of shy about it when he talks about it during press interviews. Super jokey and really into fashion (like cool vintage fashion) and people like to emulate his style. Really gets along with everyone and, like, has absolute eyes for Mikasa during interviews (like their chemistry is flying) and there's all these fan theories that he loves her but they just remain friends. I feel like he goes off the map from acting for awhile after a demanding film schedule to travel the world, and his feed is just cool film pictures of his adventures for a bit. Kind of a private dude, but absolutely adored.

Levi: Okay this show is Robert Downey Jr's Iron Man for Levi. He was like a teen hearthrob and then some kind of drama happened in his early 20's and he fell off the map for a few years. He comes back for this role and everyone is like OH MY GOD HOW DID WE EVER STOP SEEING HIM IN MOVIES HES THE BEST. I feel like his life would be similar to his existence in the fandom now lol; people would absolutely love him. I feel like he's a really down to earth guy (KEANU REEVES TYPE) and during his break from blockbuster hits he was in a bunch of amazing indie movies that get popular after the show, and theres just a million pictures of him back in the 90's/2000's where people are just fawning over Levi in his 20's. Does a lot of magazine and video interviews but isn't particularly active on social media (not his thing) and that makes him even hotter to people. He'd write a book after to tell his life story. And like, you know actor Levi has an absolutely ridiculously hot partner and they've been married for years and he's just THAT GUY.

OKAY THATS IT! I hope you enjoyed this post, lmk if you want another part with more characters! <3

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Hi, do u write for Sugawara?-

If yes, could u pls do some relationship hdcs w/ him?

It's alright if you don't btw!<3333

SUGAWARA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader | i don't write for suga much but he's very lovely!! :)

one time there was a cheesy love song playing over the speaker and suga said "this is like us" and now it's become a habit anytime he hears one. doesn't even realize he says it sometimes. he's just like me fr energy

suga shares his food with you easily (as long as he can have some of yours) sometimes he teases you by doing the little airplane noises, laughing when you push his shoulder

he asked if you had a favourite flower/colour before your first date so you know,, his plan was so incredibly obvious after the question. but it's fine because he made it a habit to surprise you regularly !! flowers or a bracelet that's your favourite colour on a random tuesday kind of deal :')

he keeps extras of any small things you might need on a regular basis. hair ties, lip balm, a charger—he's ready for anything. he'll pass them to you wordlessly with a knowing grin or soft smile; it just depends on the mood

if he sees you watching something, he'll lean up against you and rest his head on your shoulder and ask what it is. even if it's something he has no idea about, he'll watch with you. if you don't mind him asking questions he'll definitely ask some

^ he may or may not end up getting way more invested than originally planned, but now you always have someone to watch with

somehow always finds new text stickers/gifs to send you ?? like the little cute animals with hearts. you keep asking how the hell he has so many and he always says its a secret (has spent at least 7 dollars buying sticker packs and 20 minutes finding key words to search)

he doesn't mind being big or little spoon, but he will sometimes cling to you in his sleep. why are you trying to leave him rn?

he likes holding hands but also like, when you hold onto his arm? something about it y'know

he's made a plan to take a photo together in the same place every couple of months :') he has a specific album for all of them and plans to print them all out or put them in a timelapse

if you asked him to do a little cheer with the pose (you know the one) he would, especially if you're upset and he knows it would cheer you up. he'll do it unprompted if he notices you're stressed and tired. like literally sitting next to you and making up a silly cheer while clapping until he gets you to laugh

^ if he's ever feeling down and you do it for him ? immediate smile to his face. takes a deep breath and thanks you

really good with words of affirmation and talking in general. if you're looking for empathy and sound advice he's your guy fr

adores when you dote and cheer him on!!! call him lovely and strong and amazing and the best boyfriend ever he's putty in your hands. goes "i am, aren't i?" as if he isn't blushing

will ask why you're up late as if he isn't also up late. says "this isn't about me" that's easily refuted by an "it is now." now you're both going to bed and pretending this didn't happen

suga surprises you with little gifts he saw while he was out! there's always a little note with each of them; they're usually just a reminder to take care of yourself or a cheesy joke to make you smile

the first time you get him a big gift—something he's wanted for ages or has a lot of sentimental value—he (almost) cries. it hits him you care enough to remember and do something for him and it means a lot

he keeps any cards from you in a specific drawer and scatters your gifts around his room. that one toy you got as a joke 2 years ago? still on his dresser

everyone knows when you're coming to watch a game. everybody. /lh they all adore you,, they just find it funny how bright/energetic he gets knowing you'll be there

he tells them not to bother you when you visit and is shocked when you join their schemes and acts if he hasn't also joined in. "i've never played a prank in my life," he says before getting tackled

makes "you'll understand when you're in a relationship" jokes with the others while he's planning things for you . gets "okay old man?" / "why would you say this" (/j) energy in return

suga will do a new move they've been practicing in front of you and act so so confident / nonchalant after they succeed. you clap and he does a little bow, saying it was nothing. everyone reminds him he's been practicing for weeks and he pretends they're lying

loves little photobooth places and having matching accessories!! thinks they're super cute and keeps the photo strips on his wall/in his wallet

tricks you into looking away from the card reader so he can pay for your things . watch out fr

if yoy have an appointment, for hair or nails or a tattoo or whatever else, he'll come with if allowed ! comments on how nice it looks and offers his opinion

hugs you without question if you ask for one. Will cocoon the both of in with a blanket if he notices you're sad

you succeed with something ?? he's running toward you with both arms raised to 1) high-five you and/or 2) hug you and jump around in a circle

kind of specific but he loves shopping for home decor with you. if you ask him to join you on a little thrifting or ikea adventure he's always in

suga's grateful he has access to your phone solely so he can look at your different wishlists on etsy or amazon or whatever. he's able to surprise you with things you want until you inevitably catch on because how did you even find this very specific listing i've had liked for 4 months ??

he likes those apps you can get to share notes with each other on your phones if you know about those . does his best to think up new doodles every morning for you to see

he also likes taking walks . doesn't really matter where or when, maybe after dinner or to do some chores but he just likes walking with you

suga's a really good person to go to if you're anxious about doing something. if you want him to go up and do it, he will. if you ask him to convince/motivate you, he will!! he just wants you to be comfortable

goes with things you say even without knowing what you're talking about. suga i'm just a little cat in rain boots standing in a puddle and he responds with yeah sweetheart you are (immediatelu looks up what photo he assumes you Must talking about)

^ calls you lovey-dovey cheesy pet names if you don't mind. keeps thinking of new ones (that don't even really make sense) to surprise you. "hello my sugar plum angel honey nut cheerio" what are you saying to me rn ?

@devilgirlcrybabiey @lordbugs @smiithys @xfangirl-trashx @passionateuchiha @scaramouchesfootstool @fifteenshadesofpinkk @chloee0x0 @kenmaslov3r @bakugosgrenade @dai-tsukki-desu @Thathoneybee3 @momoewn @aintgeluh @dazaisfavgf @simpforerenn @crystal-lilac @vhenis @omiigad @kur0-kawa @semispilledcoffee @ksyhmm @idontlikeyourjob @sparrowb3nscloset @awkwardaardvarkforever @rory-cakes @prblmtc @kuroaka @sunaslay @h0n3ysgh0st @lackey-laufeyson @bontensbabygirl @dira333 @the-b-u-n-n-y @Kamukayakmonyet @danyisapingu @isentsworld @lilithlunas @anime-ships-gay @todorokiskitten

[cutemeat]

i would love to hear more of your Dooley thoughts if you have some to spare

AHHH THANK U I HAV QUITE A BIT!!!

ok so i will start w my initial HC that started the week i started watching nothing but An Erotic Life...

Basically I tapped into the bit about Sinbad stealing Dennis' book because he liked it so much (like Charlie did) and was like "what if that wasn't coincidence... What if Sinbad and Rob Thomas were sort of a manifestation of Dennis' suppressed memories from around the time before he lost his memoirs (in high school)" and then at the end Charlie talks about how he loves Sinbad so I took that as an omen I had to dig deeper into this idea KJNFKGDNF (and will disclaim I am not saying this is what rcg INTENDED lol...)

(tw for discussion of suicide ahead)

So I've gone back and forth with the Charlie / Sinbad correlation, but the reason I clung onto the idea specifically of Rob Thomas as Dooley is because of context...At the end of the deleted scene where Rob helps Dennis escape from rehab he kills himself... The LAST thing we heard about Dooley in the season prior was that Dooley was majorly depressed and killed himself... So I was like "what if that was NOT just pure coincidence..." and based my HC off that...

So that's where I'm coming from with my interpretation of who Dooley is, since we really don't get any insight into who he is outside of that... (I know Dooley is probs just an rcg in-joke/friend reference and not that serious..)

I think that initially Dooley was the first person outside of his enmeshment with Charlie and Mac who Dennis could talk to and kind of trust. We know Dennis wasn't necessarily involved w the Freight Train like mac nd charlie, but we do know Dennis was friends with Dooley. I also think Dooley knew a lot more than Dennis did about some of the worst aspects of both Mac and Charlie bc of his involvement w the Freight Train... Whether he felt like he could explicitly share those things with Dennis, I'm not so sure. But we know Dennis finds out later lmao... But I think he tried to help Dennis and guide him a little bit.

I also kind of imagine Dooley becoming insanely attached to Dennis as this sort of like image of who Dooley was before joining the Freight Train... kind of naive and not as broken down yet. So, again, they were kind of the original "Soulmates of Pain". in my mind..the outsiders who are still apart of this group...

I imagine Dooley being overly affectionate/aggressive towards Dennis LMAO...putting dennis in a headlock (lovingly) every time he sees Den...

But I think Dennis feels jealous of Dooley sometimes... Because he "got out" before Dennis, when he is loathing the gang... Every time Dennis sees an open window he thinks of Dooley

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Repeated symbols: Spirals

Staff Only page, Staff Only framing

I tried to do this as spirals, then Staff Only framing, but they are two great tastes that go together and apparently are tangled in my mind.

Spirals abound on the hidden staff only page. Given that we have no proof that Wally can manifest anything in the physical world, it means that someone in that building has been drawing these spirals.

The Question Answerer (QA) is a bit freaked out about this. The original spiral in this space appears to be the red notebook, which the QA has asked people not to write in, as it is an artifact or item provided by the Welcome Home Restoration Project (WHRP). At first, I was a bit confused about the difference between the two, because the WHRP is the group that has presented us with the website and the information we have so far (hence ghe focus on framing i keep having), including announcing that the QA will be participating.

So, the QA appears to have joined as a museum/archival professional that is building an exhibition for the WHRP, presumably because the team is jazzed about it, but also because they hope to find people who can remember the show.

We have two documents describing the first interactions with WH. The first appears to be from the first person on the WHRP, from the red notebook.

The interior of the book has some of Wally's drawings as the inside cover. Did patient zero put it there? (Courtesy of u/foxbrush_darazan on r/welcomehomearg)

So, patient zero is some kind of archivist? Why does their name not matter, why are they writing about it? It could be a journal entry, but who ends journal entries with xoxo? Text i can barely read, children's book, black goo. And including antiques?

Sounds an awful lot like the image they first interacted with was this image, though we would have to assume there were more pages, some of which included Wally:

Brightly colored envelope, is this delivered by Eddie? I think i read something about him traveling and not being able to remember where he has been. "The running joke often had him stating a place that did not exist, followed by an admission to misremembering it as a place he delivered to as opposed to a place he lived." Could this potentially be a result of traveling to other areas that he shouldn't be able to, or just forgetfulness and confusion caused by the black stuff?

The black stuff is present, and the paper appears to have been wet at one time, and we can assume this person also is now possessed or linked to all of the others through the black goo. I guess the end result isn't clear. They have potentially contracted whatever the QA has.

From the website, we learn that Patient Zero (PZ) is sharing thoughts that almost appear to be experienced on a subconscious level. These bits of text don't appear unless they are highlighted, like "it hurts" and "when i first...open, open, open." Is this something that the PZ is unconsciously adding to the discussion?

Back to spirals before I get totally derailed.

Staff Only Room:

So many spirals. Spirals everywhere.

I am not sure why I can't place where this one is from. I will return for him. It is pretty cool that you can see a lighter version of the drawing behind the red drawing.

This is a lightened version of the picture and the floor, with the colors adjusted. I mess around with the colors sometimes until I can see a good amount of detail. Throughout the Staff Only area, there are these spirals on paper. They are on the floor, and they are posted to walls. You can see some of the black sprinkled throughout on the paper. I can't see whether or not these spirals have the eye in the middle.

Here we can see some more of the set up, and more spirals. Color adjusted. The interesting thing here is the specific clarification that these items give us. The red notebook we have established as belonging to the WHRP, and here is further proof, as it is labeled "For Research! ON LOAN DO NOT WRITE IN >:("

But the book laid on top of it belongs to the Question Answerer. The image shows a question mark and a bubble with an A, with a note that reads "THIS ONE IS MINE ALSO FOR RESEARCH ALSO DO NOT WRITE IN" It really leads me to wonder what was written in the book. One would assume that they would have had to discovered writing that didn't belong to them in the book for this to be the case.

Is there any indication of how many people are working on this exhibit/team? The prevalence of notes to people, calling them jerks for using office equipment to punk them, makes you at least hope others are involved.

There are more spirals on papers tacked to walls and sprinkled on the floor throughout, but none out where the public could see it.

I think we'll save this one for the discussion of invisible writing.

So what do the scattered spirals mean? Why are they just left there scattered? Can the staff see them?

I think at this point, we can assume that the spirals are somehow operating on a less than conscious level. The spirals are coming out, but like in the case of the puppeteer parasite, people might not realize that they are riding along. Whatever is driving it, they have enough control, whether theirs or whatever is riding along, to keep the spirals in a contained area.

Another note on the spirals before I leave the spirals for a bit:

Later I want to explore the Staff Only area as a physical space, as well as discuss a potential popular culture reference that could inform the story quite a bit.

But hopefully, we will have a whole new set of things to obsess over soon!

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi, hello, I’m the original avatrice footy anon, and I’m just…absolutely besotted with what you’ve already given us. Ava as an enthusiastic goal scoring terror who can’t track back to save her life is perfect. Captain Beatrice, the world’s best and most dedicated footballer who also immediately agrees to have pizza (at her own house!!!) with her new teammate is also perfect. Thank you with the whole of my football loving, recovering half Catholic, one-of-my-favorite-sounds-is-when-a-boot-hits-a-ball-just-right heart.

[a tiny bit more for u as i chug along!]

/

you storm into coach superion’s office, your chest simmering with anger. it’s not the first time this has happened, and you know, unfortunately, that there’s no way it’ll be the last, but this club has treated you pretty well since you joined it. 

‘hello, beatrice.’ she puts down her ipad. ‘sit?’

you keep pacing, too upset to stay still, which is why you started playing football and doing martial arts in the first place when you were a child. 

coach superion just leans back in her chair and waves a hand.

‘have you seen the club’s latest instagram post?’

she lifts a brow.

‘okay, fine.’ you unlock your phone and step up to the desk, hand it to her.

she looks for a few seconds and then scoots it back to you. ‘what’s the problem?’

‘we won the last game, as a team, and so did the men’s side, and they posted ava and michael salvius together.’ not together together, really, just a funny photo of them during lunch, smiling over taco bowls in their training gear.

‘yes. they both scored in the last game though. ava, a hat trick even.’

‘i was there. i assisted two of those goals.’

‘i was quite happy with your performance, as always, beatrice.’

you don’t even know how to put into words the feeling in your body, like an open-handed punch to the wall, or getting stepped on with metal studs. 

‘beatrice,’ coach superion says, gentle, and you hate it. 

‘i just — i hate that ownership and social are so… enthusiastic about using conventionally attractive white players in our promo. and, come on, men’s and women’s promo together? you have to know what people will think.’

‘do you think that?’

you feel your cheeks flush, tamp down the ugly stinging in your hands at how hard ava had laughed at michael’s joke during physical therapy recovery yesterday, how they like to get dinner together sometimes. you know they’re friends, but — 'i'm not jealous.'

coach superion pauses and blinks a few times, then says, ‘i agree with you, about how our club should not only promote white players. and, as i always have, i can promise you that i will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. you, and mary, and dora, and camila, are so important to our team and are at the heart of our success.’

you feel a little bolstered by the words; you have found a home here, and you trust coach superion — but you feel a different kind of upset and angry, one you don't think you really have the capacity or bravery to explain.

as always, coach superion seems to know that, though. ‘but, beatrice, beyond that,' she says, 'i think you have a little sorting out to do on your end.’

you fight back the very unprofessional instinct to just groan. ‘i’ll — i’ll see you tomorrow. thank you for your time.’

you can see coach superion fighting what you’re sure is a laugh at your expense, but you just stand straight and nod.

‘don’t forget, you have a presser with silva tomorrow before the match this weekend.’

great. ‘yes. thank you.’

‘have a good evening, beatrice.’

you leave before you demolish even more of your dignity.

/

the presser goes just about as you’d thought it would: ava is the furthest from media trained but charms the room relentlessly — she’s funny, and smart, and can answer questions in four languages fluently. you are media trained, and ava defers to you for some of the harder, more complex questions about tactics and style of play. things are going fine, and you think you’ll be able to make it out blessedly free of anything annoying, but then —

‘for ava,’ a reporter says, and ava nods. ‘you have a great friendship with michael salvius, it seems, one that’s very popular on social media. can you tell us a little bit about that?’

you’re about to jump in, because what the hell, but then ava frowns. 

‘michael is my friend, yes. he’s kind, and i enjoy spending time with him. we think of football in similar ways.’ it’s diplomatic and you’re pleasantly surprised. ‘but, if you’re insinuating that we might be more than friends because we eat lunch together sometimes and were in an instagram post, not only are you definitely wrong, but that’s just really fucking gross and weird.’

you should step in: you’re captain and a media veteran, but ava’s on a roll, and who are you to stop her, really?

‘beyond that, michael and i are both white players, and we’re both new to a club that is really diverse, on both the men’s and women’s sides. if you’re looking for a face of this team, and this club, and even football itself, you have beatrice right here.’

you take a sip of your gatorade immediately to hide the blush you feel all over your face. 

‘she’s the best player i have ever played with,’ ava says, and when she looks over at you and smiles you can’t help but smile back. ‘i enjoy spending time with her, and she’s kind. i think she thinks of football in a far purer way than me, but i have something to learn from that too.’

‘i believe, most fundamentally, in tracking back on defense,’ you find yourself saying, almost involuntarily, and ava rolls her eyes good-naturedly while the room laughs. 

‘i’m looking forward to continuing to make sure the women of color i play with have space and the accolades they rightfully deserve. i’m very honored to be on this team.’ ava smiles at you, like she really means it. ‘any other questions?’

/

‘thank you,’ you say, as you’re both walking back to the locker rooms. 

ava rolls her eyes. ‘idiot reporters. i don’t really care about the post, because michael is my friend, but, like, what the fuck.’

‘well, michael is easy on the eyes.’

it takes a second to snort a laugh. ‘what are you, like seventy?’ she elbows you playfully. ‘but anyway, i meant it. you are kind. i hope we’re, you know, friends?’

‘we are,’ you say, a little desperate feeling in your chest at the word. ‘yes.’

’sick,’ ava says. ‘also, there’s promo for pride month, right? soon?’

it’s late april, so — ‘it should be on the schedule for next week.’

‘cool,’ ava says. ‘well, i’d like the set the story gay and be in it at some point, if that’s okay.’

this isn’t exactly groundbreaking information to you, but you can’t hide the way your hands shake and you have to swallow. ‘you’re gay?’

‘no,’ ava says. ‘bi, queer, whatever. not particularly passionate about being cis. but my pun wouldn’t have landed quite as well.’

it takes a second for you to, like, be normal, but you end up laughing, a real laugh, far more relieved than you want it to sound. ‘thanks, for sharing.’

ava grins. ‘you gonna be in it with me?’

you never have before; every year, mary and shannon were leaders for pride month, and you happily orchestrated everything behind the scenes. you kneel for the anthem and always wear a rainbow armband and you never post anything personal on social media; you’ve never had a partner, so you’ve let people believe what they’ll believe so far.

‘i — i’m not sure,’ you say, will your voice to stay steady. ‘i’m not sure i’m… ready, to be out like that.’

‘that’s cool,’ ava says. ‘totally up to you, you know i support whatever you want. but, i’m just saying, we would make one hell of an instagram post. think of the comments on that.’

you feel a little lightheaded at the prospect of the world speculating you and ava silva are dating, but in a way that’s calm. ‘well, maybe.’

‘you’re beautiful and hot, bea. don’t forget it. and, like, so am i, so…’

you roll your eyes. ‘and humble, your most inspiring quality.’

‘hey,’ she says, ‘i scored a hat trick two days ago.’

‘i assisted you on two of those.’

‘exactly my point,’ she says. ‘we make a great team.’

she winks and you just shake your head, not bothering to fight the smile on your lips or the warmth in your chest.

[fairytaleliving]

vtuber band but make it the first years

me : so I have this idea with the first years in a band

@hiraya-manwari : okay but with if they had avatars

me:.....

me: opens up drafts with a sigh

This is all her fault and now everyone can reap the results of what we came up with together

I might actually make this into actual fic but if anyone wants to make their own than go wild

Basically my original idea was just the first years, including yuu, just randomly started a band together. Then the idea of them hiding their identity was pitched and now here is just the jumble of headcanons we came up with

okay so since we found out they can sing from VDC, im gonna be assuming that the rest of the first years (ie Jack and Sebek) can sing but then i started thinking of them as an actual band

sebek probably joined to impress malleus or something but ended up having fun and just stayed

considering the upbringing Sebek has, he probably has some proficiency with piano

ace and epel probably know how to play the guitar (ace had a guitar phase prove me wrong)

deuce has bassist vibes and jack on drums bc mmmmm jack on drums

we said yuu was the miku equivalent bc project sekai but lets not talk abt that

we liked to think that their singing voices would be different from their usual voices (epel doing deep vocals/screaming, sebek doing the softer vocals, jack having a raspy voice, etc etc)

then they go a step further to having a hidden identity with virtual avatars

like they can’t exactly say theyre 16 year olds from NRC for various reasons

so they went to, yes you guessed it, idia shroud

listen idia has been consuming this media for years so he knows what hes doing

so hes basically the manager at this point and does all technical stuff to it bc lets be honest who else is best to do this

this man is living his idol manager dreams and ortho is cheering him on

hes the one who creates the fanchant which both amazes and horrifies the firsy years

hes probably the one who gets the avatars at this point and gets everyones opinions on what they want but only to an extent bc no epel you wont be getting a buff avatar no matter how much you plead

Epel:nobody is going to know!!! Let me have this

Everyone else: Epel we’ve gone over this before. No.

adeuce has a matching aesthetic kind of thing bc idia knows that dynamic

jack and sebek have that well built but stoic looking disposition

yuu and epel are on the more subtle side of things

the lore is just retelling of all the things they went through at NRC

heartsabyul arc = war criminal ace and deuce with soldiers sebek and jack on the hunt but end up joining them

yuu and epel are just normal ppl who got caught in the crossfire

listen the first years were just joking around when they said they would do this but then yuu actually got idia to do this kind of thing and oh god what do you mean our video has a million views y u u

Ace:I can’t believe we actually did something like that

Deuce: Well, it’s not like it’ll be something that popular

Yuu, kicking the door down: OUR VIDEO GOT A MILLION VIEWS

Everyone else: haha....w h a t

Now if we talk abt reactions from the other students

Lilia and Rook know from the start lets be honest

these guys are hidden everywhere but theyre also agents of chaos so they don’t reveal anything

Cater and Vil are the first one to notice bc of course the social media savvy ones are the first ones to find out

vil is conflicted bc on one hand this is going against everything he has taught epel

but at the same time nobody is actually seeing and knowing its epel so his image isnt tarnished????

riddle be going through it bc he wants to keep up with trends how do u do fellow kids

so when he hears ace and deuce sing he just narrows his eyes and goes “wait a minute...”

azul wants to capitalize this opportunity but no u funky octopus the whole concept is to keep the identity a secret

he actually likes the music and died inside once he found out 

listen if anyone sees the lore video and ppl at nrc find it eerily familiar to events and overblots that happened that shit is going to be suspicious and ppl will figure it out

crowley going through the seven stages of grief bc the r i s k

anyways look out for the fic coming out and go follow @hiraya-manwari bc i love her

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

oh also i forgot to mention in my last ask, what do the villains do in the au??

u mentioned that ghirahim tries to kill the links and ganon kidnapped him as a baby, is their goal just to take down/assassinate the royal family?

and what about other loz antagonists like vaati or majora or cia or the yiga or-

i’m getting too ahead of myself- no need to answer my questions all at once lmao

Nono dw, they're very good questions !

I was rambling about this to my friend a while ago and they joked about Ganondorf being a kind of mob boss, so I'm going with that kind of idea. It's a bit like how in oot Ganondorf pledges alliance to the royal family, but he plans to betray them and take over Hyrule- he is good friends with people in the government so they excuse his actions. He also pays them to keep quiet and silence victims when things get out of hand.

In this au, the Royal Family and government work hand in hand, so Ganondorf also fakes loyalty to them. His end goal is to break down the people until they're fully at his mercy and not able to fight back, then work his way up to having full power over Hyrule. The Zeldas are the only members of the royal family who can work mostly outside of his radar, which is why they're very significant.

As for the other Zelda antagonists, I feel like they'd be people working under Ganondorf who've sworn their loyalty and he's given them power, wheras the Yiga are basically his fan club who he finds annoying, but uses their loyalty to his advantage. He doesn't care for the Yiga, he mostly prioritises the other loz villains as in the games they play more of a significant role.

Like, Ghirahim and Zant for example; they're basically his sons, he trusts them the most so uses them for the more important tasks, because in sksw and tp the actual characters play more significant roles and are an active threat that shows up to humble the respective Link. But because of that, Ganondorf is constantly comparing them and uses one's achievements to belittle the other, so both of them are seeking his praise and favour, trying to break the other down to be the superior one. Ghirahim was kidnapped because it's a well-known fact that people in that family are typically incredibly smart and talented in their fields so Ganondorf wanted thag on his side. Zant willingly joined after being pissed off for being constantly rejected by everyone and just wanting to join the 'winning team' so that he could flaunt his power to those people.

For Cia, seeing as I'm fairly certain in Hyrule Warriors canon she commands an army and before that was in charge of timeline stuff, I'm gonna say she's a part of the Government overseeing laws and generally what people do. She's also working to train up an army of sorts with loyalty to Ganondorf, but most of them are Yiga Clan. She's grown to despise bananas now...

Ganondorf doesn't really play a huge role in Majora's mask, and there's nothing confirmed about the origins of Majora other than a small spinoff manga, so I'm not entirely sure about Majora's role. But taking inspiration from another modern au- Skyward Floored's incredibles au- maybe Majora could be more of its own thing who just works with Ganondorf as they share ambitions of power and world domination. Majora's more brutal, however, and deals with... enemies of Ganondorf, let's just say. This also has something to do with Time's facial tattoos...

As for Vaati, I'm not too sure about what role he plays in his games so I can't say much for him. But he does have a strong connection with Shadow, who just so happens to be Four's ex boyfriend who went missing.

They're all evil and irredeemable, but some character depth couldn't hurt right-?

Anyways, thank you for the ask !! I didn't mean to ramble for so long but have a nice existence lmao-

[totesarchives]

Kids R' all white

The Whitest Kids U’ Know know what’s funny

By Jane Borden

Although stand-up comics focus on perfecting one strong 20-minute set, the key to becoming a respected sketch group—faced with an hour to fill and striving to build a recurring audience—is to never let the joke well run dry. Since last February, The Whitest Kids U’ Know have been prolific, debuting new, inventive material every Sunday night at Pianos on the Lower East Side, while amassing a loyal fan base and a library of more than 200 sketches.

When challenged with generating that many original bits, a group is bound to repeat some premises. “We write a lot about war… and robots,” Trevor Moore, 24, says. The performer is surprisingly subdued for someone who, in one of the group’s short films, is comfortable swinging a bat on a Queens street and screaming to a second-floor window with child-like excitement, “Hey Bill! Come on: Race War!”

The group formed in 2000 when Moore met Sam Brown at an open mike in the city. “I had a pen that I pretended was a rocket ship and I just flew it around on stage for a couple minutes,” he recalls. “I don’t think anybody liked it but Sam.” The two School of Visual Arts students soon hooked up with another, Zach Cregger (strikingly handsome, predictably pursuing an acting career) and the perpetually unclothed-on-stage Timmy Williams, a student at Brooklyn College at the time. Darren Trumeter, 25 and the last to join, went through a rite of passage, as Moore recalls. “At a party, he was talking about getting in the troupe and we said, ‘Punch Zach in the face.’ So he goes over, taps Zach on the shoulder and punches him. We were like, ‘Yeah, you should be in.’”

…AND NOTHING BUT THE SPOOF Timmy Williams, Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore, Sam Brown and Darren Trumeter, from left, in black and mostly white.

After WKUK had done stints on stages at SVA and in comedy clubs around town, Pianos’ owners approached them to fill the bar’s Sunday night spot. “The crowd we try to appeal to isn’t the kind who pay $25 and a drink minimum,” Cregger, 25, says. They are, however, the kind who linger, hanging out with one another and the troupe, and return week after week.

The back-room attitude of Pianos also allows the troupe to take risks. Before launching into an impossibly high-pitched, a cappella duet sparked by news of Spielberg’s new Tom Cruise vessel The War of the Worlds, Moore announces, “Sam and I wrote this an hour ago.” It was awkward, nonsensical, childish and the funniest part of the show.

In fact, their scenes work precisely because they’re so bizarre. WKUK doesn’t remind you of anything else: They’ve had no formal training, rarely see other sketch shows and don’t even name comedic influences. When Brown, 23, attempts to explain the inspiration behind “War of the Worlds,” he says, “Trevor was listening to ‘Godzilla’ by Blue Öyster Cult…” Then Moore finishes his sentence, “So I guess Blue Öyster Cult is one of our main influences.”

Of course, not every risk returns a reward. But even the scenes that last too long or wax too wordy have something interesting or funny at heart. Their writing always puts the joke front and center. They don’t use props and always play themselves. “We’re not good enough to remember different names,” Moore jokes. “We try not to do sketch sketch… where everyone comes out in matching suits and stuff.”

They just do a lot of sketch. “Even though we write so much about pirates,” Cregger admits, “we try to do each scene in a new way. There’s one where there are a bunch of pirates in the crowd being loud and Trevor is shushing them—the whole sketch is just him saying, ‘Pirates! Pirates, quiet!’” Moore interrupts with sarcasm, “But then we’ll write another one where we’re pirates attacking robots on the sun—so that’s different.”

Hopefully their off-center humor will reach a larger audience soon. The group’s television-pilot teaser is in the pitching process with a few networks. Seeing a fresh perspective like theirs on the air would be a triumph for any comedy fan, but especially for those who agree with their opinions on most TV routines. “Putting a celebrity in a wacky situation bores the shit out of me,” Cregger says. Moore adds, “And if I see one more scene about a gay priest…”

“We do plenty of gay jokes,” Cregger admits, “but at least we have a new angle on it.” “Right. Our gay robot sketch is hilarious,” Moore jokes. “Oh yeah—that’s the one with the pirates in it,” Brown shoots back.

__________

This article first appeared in Issue 493 of Time Out New York, an entertainment and events guide magazine. Whitest Kids U’ Know cofounder Trevor Moore credited the piece with boosting the sketch troupe’s popularity; following the article’s publication in March of 2005, “you couldn’t get into our shows,” he said. Time Out New York released its final print edition in 2020 and is now available exclusively online.

Text and image taken from Reddit.

[oceandeviancy]

Crushes and Confessions (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: Crushes and Confessions

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Originally Posted: Wattpad, 2019

Scenario: You have a crush on Bad and ask him to join the Teamspeak so you can confess your feelings to him.

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It was completely normal for someone to have a crush, especially if that person was a YouTuber. A fan would stare at the screen staring at the face of their idol, wishing that they could be together. The only problem with that would be the YouTuber not knowing who the fan was.

For (Y/N) however, he was lucky to be friends with BadBoyHalo, Darryl. It started as him being just a fan, becoming active in the community and applying for staff on Munchymc. He wasn't like Zak or Callahan and trolled him every other day. He was a legitimate mod and didn't abuse his powers.

He'd run events, ban hackers, and help build new maps to make the experience more fun. (Y/N) did it for the community, himself, but mostly for Darryl. He's already stressed enough dealing with the irritating memes and references being spammed at him on a daily basis.

Darryl was kind, too kind. (Y/N) sometimes thought that he didn't deserve all the friends he had because of their constant trolling. Darryl would feel bad for something small and then get super angry if he found out he was tricked. It was sad how some people took advantage of his kindness.

But not (Y/N). He respected Darryl, though rarely he'd get in on a troll to have a laugh. It was easier to keep a friendship if one was kind as he didn't want to be a jerk and ruin the thing that took so long to build.

He was lying to himself a lot. (Y/N) had a crush on Darryl but said nothing because he didn't want to make anything weird between then. That had already happened between him and another person he cared about. It wasn't going to happen again, hopefully.

(Y/N) looked on Discord to see if he was online. As he expected, it was red, meaning Darryl had his notifications on Do Not Disturb. (Y/N) didn't blame him as fans constantly spammed YouTubers for shout outs, friend requests, asking for op, or asking weird and bizarre questions.

Looking on Teamspeak, he saw Darryl in his personal channel for when he didn't want to be bothered. If someone wanted to be in the call, they had to request permission. It was because Zak playing weird things and trolling him every other day. (Y/N) thought it was annoying.

He chuckled to himself and decided to take the inner Zak and get on Twitter just to blow up his phone. Darryl didn't mute notifications for his friends, when though he should. (Y/N) smiled and began to spam the word potato because that would most definitely get his attention.

SaintsOfGamers is typing...

SaintsOfGamers: What do you want (Y/N)?

(U/N): I want to talk to you but your Teamspeak is private. LET ME IIINNN!!!

SaintsOfGamers: What's up?

(U/N): Let me in, then I'll tell you.

SaintsOfGamers: Alright, calm down. I'm a little busy working on a project.

(Y/N)'s heart started racing. Since Darryl trusted him so much, he wasn't expecting a troll. What (Y/N) was doing wasn't a troll. His heart would break if Darryl thought so. He wanted to be taken seriously because sometimes he wasn't because of joking around and weird memes.

He was waiting for Darryl to moved.

User moved you to their channel

"Hey Bad"

(Y/N) called him that because not many people called him Darryl. He also wasn't going to risk saying his name if he was streaming, though (Y/N) was pretty sure he wasn't since he usually tweeted hours ahead.

"What's up? Did you do something to my server???"

"I definitely didn't ping spoof it"

Darryl exhaled, loudly, into his microphone.

"I'm joking. Just don't earrape me."

"I don't have time for trolls. I'm working on a secret project for my fans."

(Y/N) asked him about the project as it might be better if they started talking about something else before he confessed his feeling for Darryl. He might not even want to at this point because of how much he was shaking. That wouldn't effect him speaking but who knows what could happen then?

"Er Darryl?"

(Y/N) intentionally interrupted Darryl's sentence to hear what his reaction would be to using his real name. He stopped and was caught off guard at hearing his name.

"Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I like you. I mean, I have a crush on you...I have for awhile now and just wanted to let you know."

Darryl didn't respond. Did he leave or was he just in shock at what he was hearing? Did he feel the same way or not? Why wasn't he answering. (Y/N) wanted him to say something.

"And I seriously don't expect you to like me or anything. I just thought it would be-" (Y/N) began to ramble.

His voice began to shake.

"Woah (Y/N). Calm down. I like you too. Not entirely like a crush way but I do like you."

Well at least it wasn't a complete rejection.

"Just give me some time to figure out my own feelings. I'm glad you told me. I could tell you've been keeping it in."

(Y/N) sighed. He didn't mean to but he did. He was relieved that Darryl liked him but still nervous where this would lead.

User disconnected from the call

He left (Y/N) alone in the call.

Shit

[johndeerequeer]

Chapter 9

What Once Was

Masterlist

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Warnings: none

Read on Ao3

Charles and Mads returned in the evening. The bright chirps of crickets filled the muggy air. A layer of sweat clung to her skin. A dull ache lingered through her arms. 

She wandered about camp in search of Arthur, before visiting his room. She offered a gentle knock at the door. He brought his attention up from a leather-bound book he was scribbling in.

 “How was the party?” she asked.

“Enlightening,” Arthur replied, “how was hunting?”

“You gotta give me more than that,” she urged, “tell me about it.”

“You gotta tell me more about hunting,” he retorted.

“Why me first?”

“This street goes both ways, Missy,” he teased.

She sighed and sat herself down beside him on the bed.

“It went well. We wandered around Bolger Glade and Bluewater Marsh.”

“And what’d you find?”

“Foxes and coyotes, and some herons and muskrats.”

“How many you shoot?”

“I got a coyote, and two herons.”

There was a knowing smile growing in his face.

“Good girl. You skin ‘em yourself?”

“I did,” she replied curtly with a challenge in her gaze.

“And how’d that go?”

“Fine.”

He inclined his head.

"You're a terrible liar."

She glared in reply, before relinquishing the truth.

“I threw up.”

He burst out laughing. It was the loudest and deepest laugh she’d heard from him yet. She stared at him, a bewildered smile on her face.

“See this is why I didn’t want to go first.”

He couldn’t respond. He was still too busy cackling.

“You’re an ass,” she chuckled as she hit his leg.

“Aha, I’m sorry, darlin’, I shouldn’t laugh,” he said.

“Just tell me about the party.”

He cleared his throat and sighed.

“There’s not a whole lot to tell. At least nothing that you’d want to listen to. It was boring and stuffy. But there were fireworks, so I guess that was fun.”

“I wanna hear it all,” she assured him, “It’ll give me more opportunity to laugh at you.”

He nodded with a smirk.

“I deserve that,” he replied, “well for starters, Dutch had us stop at a shop in town and get all dolled up. Imagine me in a full tuxedo, that ought to make you laugh.”

“Oh I bet you looked awful,” she replied sarcastically as a smirk crept into her features.

He met her gaze with a glint in his eyes as they roamed her up and down for the briefest of moments. She cleared her throat.

“So what’s this ‘Bronte’ like? He invited you?”

“Indeed, he’s quite the charmer,” Arthur joked, “seems he was hoping we’d take out some trash for him.”

She nodded. 

“When we weren’t licking his boots, we were mingling with the who’s who of Saint Denis. I tailed a butler; found a ledger with some leads.”

She chuckled.

“I didn’t peg you for espionage, Mr. Morgan,” she teased.

“I know how to sneak around,” he replied brusquely.

She smiled and then paused.

“So how’d you enjoy smusing with the richest and most oblivious of Saint Denis?” she asked sarcastically, “It’s been a while since I had the privilege to walk among them.”

“They ain’t my kind of people, I’ll tell you that.”

They both giggled. He paused.

“You miss it?” he asked.

She looked at him.

“Your old life,” he elaborated.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, my old life, the one you found me in was kinda my new life,” she explained. “I’m originally from Blackwater. That’s not how I grew up.”

A few moments passed.

“How did you grow up?”

She met his gaze. 

“I- It’s not interesting,” she waved a hand as her gaze drifted to her lap.

“You don’t wanna tell me?”

“No it’s just- It’s not… I like making you laugh,” she stumbled quietly, unsure how to phrase it, “if I get started about all that it’ll ruin it. And besides, you’ve heard enough unhappiness about my life. ”

“Darlin’ you don’t gonna try and hide the unhappiness on my account,” he assured, “I'm very familiar.”

She stared at him, unwavering, letting him assure her; feeling his comfort envelop her. 

“Alright, like I said this street goes both ways. I’ll tell you about me and then you tell me about you. Deal?”

She nodded with a gentle smile.

“I joined up with the gang back when it was just Dutch and Hosea runnin’ schemes and rejecting civilized society. I was… 14? I think. I was a proper delinquent when they found me. Still am I guess,” he chuckled.

She chuckled too, easing in her seat, soothed by the warmth and ruggedness of his voice. A quiet sorrow washed over his features as he went on.

 “I lost my folks a while before that. My momma first. She got real sick,” he told her, “and my daddy… he went out swingin’ like the bastard he was.”

She nodded solemnly. He brought his eyes to hers for a moment, then back to his hands resting over his lap.

“Dutch and Hosea taught me everything I know. John too, he was even younger than I was. They raised us. When I was old enough, I started doing jobs, accruing bounties, and making a name for myself. Over the years, more and more of these folks joined us.”

“You’ve been at this for a while,” she noted. 

“You could say that.”

 “You were never…” she trailed off.

“Normal? No,” he chuckled, “I'm afraid life had other plans.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she chided.

She paused.

“You ever wish you could? Have a normal life?”

He thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders with a heavy sigh.

“I don’t bother with ‘what if's.”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I could stand to do the same.”

She sighed. He gestured for her to share.

“My folks are still around. Well, I know my mum is at least, my pa… well I haven’t heard from him in a while so it’s anyone’s guess. I was never close to him, not like I was with my mum. They, uh, had a rocky marriage, to say the least. He was never happy. Mum swears up and down he used to be better, that he just changed because fatherhood wasn’t what he expected. Whatever that means…”

She laughed bitterly.

“You know at one point, I did think he was getting better, but it didn’t last long. It never did.”

She swallowed thickly, trying to keep the sorrow from her tone.

“He didn’t leave much money behind. He had stopped working a while before that. Mum was distraught, I-I hated him for making her so sad like that, and I still do… She was heartbroken.”

He watched her intently. His gaze poured over her like warm honey.

“When it was apparent we needed work badly, mum called in a favour with her cousin, and had managed to score my brother and me a job, working for Virgil…”

Nausea swirled in her belly, and her chest grew tight. She took a deep breath and continued.

”Matthew wasn’t happy. Didn’t like the handout apparently. He told me as much, told me I shouldn’t take it, that I didn’t earn it. I told him he ought to try making in a man’s world as a woman before he took the time to judge me. He pissed off and made a living for himself, up in Annesburg. ”

She took a deep breath, the stale rage reigniting within her.

“It's safe to say we haven’t spoken since. That was three years ago when I moved to Saint Denis and started working for Virgil,” she explained as she let out a shaky breath, “and you already know the rest.”

He nodded. They sat quietly for a moment.

“I can’t imagine what they’d say,” she said, with a frown, “knowing all the things I’ve done.”

Her gaze fell on her hands, fiddling in her lap. Arthur sighed, shifted over and laid a gentle hand over hers.

“It don’t matter,” he told her, “the people that love you, will stick by you. No one else is worth it.”

She sighed. He gave her hand a firm squeeze. Her gaze met his. 

She leaned closer, drawn to him like a lighthouse in a storm. His eyes glittered in the dim lantern light like obsidian. She let her eyes absorb every inch of his face, every line, every crease. From the freckles speckled across his cheeks from spending every day in the sun, to the scar on his chin she had yet to ask him about. She wanted to bring her hand up to his face, trace a finger along each of his features and commit everything to memory with her touch.

She stared deeply into his eyes as he stared back deeply into hers. She searched his face for a sign; something to tell her she wasn’t crazy. Something to tell her she should cross the distance between them and do what she so desperately wanted to do. 

A moment passed and neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. Her heart pounded. A fire ignited. 

She cupped his face in her hands as she brought her lips to his. He gripped her firmly and laid a hand on the back of her neck. The force behind their lips was like an angry bull. She grasped for him, desperate to close what little space was left between them. She practically climbed into his lap. His mouth explored hers with a deep ferocity, as did his hands. 

Then, all of sudden, he pulled away and stood from the bed. The warmth from his body dissipated as the space between them returned. She let her hands fall from him, as her stomach dropped with disappointment.

“I shouldn’t,” he said quietly, his gaze drifting to the floor, “I- I can’t.”

She stared at him for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as she swept out of the room.

[gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream]

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#5

idk if there's even a remote point of talking to u about my ocs babe, all you do is listen to me talking about my ocs.

Anyway let's talk about Caspian. I know u wanna know about Caspian.

Caspian is a support character to the protagonist of Oak, Ash and Thorn.

He was under Fairweather's care for a while, making him another Siren who is also a pirate (at least part time), as he travelled with her for many, many years.

He is technically a merman, half human and half siren, and has lived peacefully among both humans and Sirens in his 330-year-life span.

Like Fair, he wears a mask to conceal his scales when amongst humans. He has the power of compulsion and weather manipulation, as well as a power completely unique to him - the ability to raise the dead that had drowned at sea. This was a gift to him from the forest after he took over his place as a cardinal sin.

*giggles* I Do wanna know about Caspian!! :D

He sounds absolutely fabulous and intriguing (and I don't know if you ever confirmed my theory, but 👀👀👀)

Also the ability to raise the dead, holy fuck, please say more :0

0 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Oktober 2022

#4

Happy Blorbo Blursday!

For a character of your choice: are there any extremely formative experiences that happened before the book and/or aren't mentioned in the book? If so, what is it, and what effect did it have on them?

Y'know, it took me a while of thinking, bc I'm not currently writing anything, but I am a DM, and as such I always have a story to tell

So! I will go ahead and say if you're part of the Froysil campaign, maybe don't read the next part XD

But there is a character that I'm very excited about introducing! It's name is Moirah and when it was very young it was "sacrificed" to keep an ancient being from wreaking havoc on the world. In reality it made a deal with the being, so they now share one body (the being grants Moirah powers and in turn they get to see the world through its eyes)

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#3

Oh yeah!! I write sometimes and I’ve picked up doodling again too! I really enjoy crafts and photography too but am sadly terrible at both :P

Well then I'll happily invite you to join Three Too Many Fics, originally only a writing server we now welcome all art forms!! We're always happy to have someone new join, and our mods work hard to put out fun prompts regularly :D

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#2

hi!! Do you have any discord servers you would recommend? I’m new to social media as a whole (I’ve lurked on tumblr for ages though) and I’ve been meaning to get more active socially… You seem to be very kind and welcoming so I thought maybe you’d have recommendations? Ty in advance

Hi :0

Honestly I'm not in a lot myself, mostly just friend servers, but if you're interested in writing or art (or crafts, photography, music, cosplay etc) I got a server or two that you might be interested in :0

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You now require being surrounded by plants to live. What plants do you choose?

Jokes on you, I already require that XD

Uhm, succulents for sure, I've got a bunch of babies that I'm trying to rise, then my beloved Diva and, hmmmmm,,, oh yeah, my rubber tree, of course! Maybe some edible ones for cooking?

Oh and definitely chamomile, yarrow, lavender, plantain, ground ivy and chickweed!! Oh and blueweed(/chicory), of course!!

And then a fruit tree or two to round it out, and a field of pumpkins :D

(This is of course assuming I have a proper garden too)

Edit: I forgot about dandelions and daisies and violets and lesser celandine and I'm sure many many more, they just bring me a lot of joy XD

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[punchitime]

More TikToks because I'm currently on a road trip with my family and have nothing else to do whoo!-

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Voice one = Open interpretation

Voice two (the slightly higher pich one) = Sterling deciding to join in

Tbh i can see Ster and some others in the WVBA play games and it either turns into this and more chill, or absolute chaos with screaming and nonsense all around (though is a fun time). No in-between.

Cameraman = Sterling

Guy = Atlas

Horsie = Horsie

* Cousin (of course)

Cameraman = Atlas

Guy = Sterling

Thanks to this one I'll comfirm it...

Y'know that Sterling sometimes sings when the boxing ring is empty?

They'll absolutely sing sea shanties as well. And if someone starts one she'll sing back

Sterling when anyone touches them suddenly

Just Sterling. It's just Sterling

Also yes, Ster is Demi! And Pan as well

This would be a old ass video on Ster and Atlas' (+ possibly Finn?) phones. Absolutely it's an ongoing joke where Sterling will just either hand him that kind of lightbulb or look at them and back at him in stores

Guy with lightbulb = Atlas

Cameraman = Sterling

Idk why, but I can see Finn speaking and recording this

Everything normal, accent is barely there then just out of nowhere, full on Irish accent, not hiding it at all "... That's the fuckin theme to Angry Birds-"

Regular WVBA group call

Everyone else is open interpretation...

But the one scream laughing is Sterling, losing their shit and dying of laughter

And the last guy that spelled it out is Atlas

Of course ignore the text, but this is an accurate video of how Ster and Atlas act with each other (cameraman being Finn), chaotic but sibling like

[comfortbucky]

Hey! If requests are still open I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic where reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up? 💗💗

HELL YEAH!!!

REQUESTS!!! ARE!!! OPEN!!!

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pairing: bodyguard!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack

tags: grumpy!bucky, bodyguard!bucky, fluffy bucky!!!

A/N: okay i have never written bodyguard!bucky before but i just thought it would be such a sweet concept to see him being soft🥺

sorry if the ending is kind of bad😭 i didn’t know how to quite wrap it all up, but i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!! <3 i had so much fun writing about bodyguard!bucky!!!!!

word count: 2.9k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N groaned as her phone alarm went off and hit snooze for the fifth time. She reached her hand out, head facing away and resting on her pillow, fumbling for her phone to turn off the incessant sound. Before she could shut it off, the noise stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly to see a large, dark figure in the corner of her eye. She turned her head fully to see her bodyguard with a frown on his face as he shut her alarm off.

“Your alarm, it’s annoying,” Bucky grumbled. “You should get up anyways, busy schedule today.” He walked out of the room before she could respond. Super soldier hearing was no joke if he was able to hear her alarm from his bedroom down the hall. Y/N sighed as her face planted into the pillow.

She was not looking forward to the events planned out for the day. During the day, there was a slew of interviews she had, back to back, and at night, a gala she was being forced to attend by her father.

Being the daughter of a wealthy tech tycoon had its perks for sure, but Y/N did not consider all of the press she did as a part of them. She never liked being in the spotlight but was forced to be, a birthright she had. Growing up with her dad, she’d developed a fascination for tinkering with computers, game consoles, and everything in-between. She spent a lot, practically all of her free time, with her dad when her mom had passed away. Her dad ended up throwing himself into his life’s work and she worked with him closely in the beginning, but slowly started to drift apart from him as she started to make a name for herself.

Earlier that week, her dad had sent her a text, informing her that a big announcement would be made at the gala. Big parties and large crowds weren’t really her thing, but it seemed like she didn’t have the option to avoid this one.

She got ready for the day, walking down to her kitchen to see her bodyguard, Bucky, sitting at the table, reading a book. As soon as he heard her come down the steps, he stood up and put his book away.

“C’mon, we’re already running late,” he mumbled, making his way to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, grabbing a granola bar as she briskly followed behind him.

When her dad became a big name in the world of tech, the last thing Y/N thought she needed was a bodyguard, but her dad felt otherwise. It took one, very close call, of her almost getting mugged for her dad to immediately assign a personal bodyguard for her. She insisted that it was unnecessary, seeing that she was a fully grown adult, but her dad refused, as he was the one paying for Bucky’s salary.

Bucky had always been rather closed off since the beginning, and not much had changed since he was first assigned to her a little over a year ago. He kept their relationship very professional, only speaking when necessary and leaving the room whenever he wasn’t needed. She had tried to get him to open up more, learn about his past, but he always shut her questions down by either ignoring her or changing the topic to discussing something work-related. He was an enigma to her, which only left her wanting to solve the mystery that was James Bucky Barnes but couldn’t seem to crack the code.

Her first two interviews went smoothly, exactly what she was used to. A couple of questions about her current projects at work, some about her dad sprinkled in, and what she had planned for the future. It was a format she was used to and had come to appreciate, not exactly enjoying being the center of attention. During her last interview, however, she was caught off guard by one of the last questions she was asked.

“I know this might be an awkward question to ask, but I just have to! The people want to know: do you think your dad’s ever going to return to the dating pool?”

Y/N choked on her saliva. She knew her dad was an attractive man, seeing posts on social media of people fawning over him. Although she found it to be very weird and uncomfortable, she just brushed it all aside, not wanting to think about it as it only led to her thinking about the loss of her mom, a sore spot for her.

Y/N cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. “I think that’s a question only he can answer, I don’t always know what’s going on in that crazy head of his.”

The interviewer laughed and proceeded to transition into the next segment. Y/N quickly thanked the interviewer and left, Bucky swiftly following behind. He had a feeling that something was off, as Y/N would typically stay behind to chat with the interviewer, crew members, even the service staff, whenever she finished an interview. It was always something he admired about her, how down to earth she remained, despite all of the privileges she had. She went out of her way to thank everyone on set, no matter how small their role might seem. He always told the drivers to pull the car up a little later than originally planned, just so she would have the extra time to talk.

Y/N pushed the doors open, only to find an empty street. She turned around and gave Bucky a curious look.

“Sorry, the driver just texted me,” he said, as he sent a text to the driver, telling him to come now. “He’s running late.”

Y/N nodded and leaned against the wall, looking down to fiddle with her hands. Bucky leaned against the opposite wall, facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You okay?”

Y/N looked up at Bucky to find a gentle look in his eyes, slightly taken aback at the sight. She always found herself drawn to his piercing blue eyes, but they usually had a colder glint to them. This was a look she’d never seen before.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied, averting her gaze down as she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of Bucky’s soft gaze.

The car arrived, cutting off Bucky’s train of thought as he was thinking of what to say to her. For a moment he debated on continuing the conversation in the car but figured she already had a long night ahead of her and didn’t want to push any further.

After a quick pit stop back to Y/N’s place, allowing her to change into an evening gown, the car headed to the venue of the gala. Bucky got out of the car before her, walking around to the other side to open her door. Before she stepped out, Y/N took a deep breath in and exhaled, plastering a fake smile on her face as a surge of flashing lights from cameras greeted her. Bucky watched, seeing her seamlessly transform from Y/N, the girl who needed to set a million alarms before actually waking up, to Y/N, tech extraordinaire, one of the most powerful people in the tech world.

Once they were inside the venue, Bucky stuck to his usual routine. Scope out the exits, look for any potential threats, and make sure Y/N was in his eyesight. Bucky kept close by but also kept his distance. He wanted to make sure that he gave her enough space whenever they were out, knowing that having him around was her dad’s idea and that she wasn’t too fond of having security detail in the first place. So he did everything he could to make himself blend in with the crowd, allowing her to roam freely, only following her when she moved out of his line of vision.

Y/N walked around, not knowing a single soul but making polite small talk with the rest of the guests. She became accustomed to knowing how to act at these types of events over the span of her adult life. Food, drinks, more food, home. Crowds made her uneasy, but she always felt calmer when she saw Bucky in her peripheral vision. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but over the last year, he had become a constant source of relief at these public events. Just knowing that he was there if she felt uncomfortable, unsafe, or wanted to leave early made her public outings much more bearable.

“Hey, sweetie! I’m so glad you made it.” Y/N turned around at the sound of her dad’s voice and smiled, moving in to hug him.

“Yeah well, you said you had a big announcement, so I figured I’d stop by,” she joked, eliciting a chuckle from her dad as they pulled away from each other.

“I’m about to make it now,” he started, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “And I was wondering if you could join me on stage for it? I know that’s not your thing, but it would mean so much to me, Y/N.”

While she absolutely hated the idea of having to stand in front of thousands of people, she reluctantly nodded. Y/N and her dad had slowly grown apart the past several years, only talking a couple times a month to catch up. With both of their busy schedules, they always seemed to miss each other. Despite their growing apart, she would do anything for her dad, especially if it meant so much to him.

Bucky slowly followed behind, as Y/N and her dad walked up to the stage. Y/N glanced behind her to give a slight smile to Bucky, to which he nodded back. He stood backstage, watching them from behind the curtains.

“Hi everyone, thanks so much for coming out tonight,” Y/N’s dad spoke into the mic. She was standing beside him, hands clasped in front of her, trying to look calm and not totally anxious.

“Since the success of my brand, people have said that I am a man who has everything. And I definitely have a lot to be thankful for, my company, my friends, and most importantly, my daughter.” Her dad extended a hand out to point to Y/N and the crowd cheered. Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. Despite his brooding attitude, he had come to grow fond of Y/N, being able to see her for who she truly was. She was smart, witty, and had a heart of gold.

“The only thing I’ve been missing,” her dad looks down at the ground for a second, before looking back out at the crowd. “Is someone to share it all with.” Y/N’s smile faltered and felt her stomach drop. She couldn’t fully register the words coming out of her dad’s mouth.

“After Sarah, my wife had passed, I didn’t think I would be able to love again. Until I met Alyssa.” Y/N was frozen in place upon hearing her dad’s confession. She’d never heard of anyone named Alyssa during any of their catch-up calls and now he was saying he loved her? Y/N quickly turned as a woman walked out on stage. The woman walked over to her dad and he wrapped one of his arms around her waist before speaking.

“Now I feel complete, now I have everything.” He pulled Y/N to him and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, smiling for the cameras ahead. There were a lot of strategies Y/N had devised over the years to deal with potential unexpected and uncomfortable situations in a composed manner to avoid having a PR nightmare.

She didn’t have one for this.

Tearing herself from her dad’s hold, she ran off stage, heading towards the exit that led to the outside. Y/N took in the fresh air, trying to stop her hyperventilating. It wasn’t working. Her chest felt tight as she began gasping for air, struggling to take in oxygen.

She was having a panic attack. It was nothing she hadn’t experienced before, but it had been so long since she’d had one. The last time she remembered, was at her mom’s funeral.

Her mom. Her dad. Alyssa.

Her thoughts were pushed aside as her vision blurred, her eyes swelling up with tears. Y/N felt like she had no control over her body and shut her eyes, allowing the panic to consume her.

Then, a firm, but gentle, warm feeling in her hands.

Y/N blinked her eyes open to reveal Bucky, standing in front of her. She looked down and saw that it was his hands in hers, holding them tight.

“Can you breathe for me, honey?”

His voice came out in a soft whisper, accompanied by the warmest and welcoming smile. She shook her head, unable to control her quick and rapid breaths. Bucky squeezed her hands a little tighter, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of her hand.

“Yes you can, just breathe with me, okay?”

He started to breathe in and out slowly and eventually, she was able to follow his lead, deciding to focus on his eyes. There was that look from before the ride to the gala, the gentle look in his eyes. She’d always felt that his blue eyes reminded her of stormy seas, but now, now they made her think of the calmness of the ocean in the early morning, waves crashing softly on the shores.

As she regained her composure, she realized she’d been staring into Bucky’s eyes for, probably, far too long. Bucky felt her tight grip on his hands loosen and reluctantly let go of her hands. He immediately missed the softness of her hands and how small they were in comparison to his much larger, calloused, hands.

“T- Thank you,” she stuttered out, her gaze locked on the ground, as she placed her hands to her sides.

“It’s no problem. I get them too,” he replied. She looked up at him as he clarified. “Panic attacks. PTSD from serving overseas.”

Y/N face drops, her stomach churning at the thought that Bucky had ever experienced panic like she had. She returned her gaze to the ground as a silence washed over them.

“He didn’t tell me about her,” she spoke in a quiet voice. “Never brought her up once. But I guess she must be pretty special for him to do all of this.”

Bucky stood a couple steps in front of her, seeing teardrops fall from her face. She lifted her head up to wipe away her tears, her hands shaking from anxiety. Y/N placed her hands on her face and started to sob.

She was slightly hurt by the idea of her dad loving any other woman than her mom but knew that he’d have to move on eventually. What hurt her the most was the fact that he didn’t tell her, not until they were on stage, standing before a crowd of people. It was too much for her to handle and she reached her breaking point.

Bucky’s heart dropped at the sight. He cautiously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Something his PTSD had taught him was how pressure from a hug could help relax the nervous system and calm him down. He held her firmly in his arms until he felt her breathing slow. She looked up at him, remaining in his embrace, her eyes glassy from crying, nose red and sniffly. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat and immediately pushed the thought away.

“You wanna leave, honey?”

She nodded in response, staying in his arms for just a second longer before pulling away. Y/N longed for his warm touch, feeling like a child who had their security blanket taken away. It didn’t help that it was also cold outside, sending a chill down her spine.

Bucky noticed and shrugged his suit jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She beamed a smile at him and he smiled back.

The pair walked around the outside of the venue to find the car when they ran into a mob of paparazzi, shouting questions at Y/N about her sudden exit. Like a reflex, she grabbed hold of Bucky’s hand and he gave her a comforting squeeze as he cleared a path towards the car.

Bucky and Y/N were sat next to each other in the car, which was not the typical seating arrangement they usually had, usually sitting on opposite ends of the car. But Y/N hadn’t let go of his hand, not quite ready to separate herself from his warmth. Bucky had absolutely no problem with that, mindlessly rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Bucky around.

Y/N felt her eyelids become heavy, struggling to keep them open. She was exhausted from her long day, and her panic attack had taken most of her energy away.

Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Y/N’s head resting there. He felt a warmth rush to his cheeks and smiled, resting his head on top of hers.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “You always make me feel so safe.”

Bucky felt a surge of tenderness rush through him. That was all he ever wanted to do. He wanted to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead, causing her to snuggle closer to him.

“Of course, honey. I’m here, always.”

[anyoneseenadam]

sub!azriel but the reader and him aren't together yet and she keep teasing him without knowing until he finally has enough and goes and begs her

Pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

Warnings: smut, sub!az, slight degradation, lotta fluff tho

A/n: so i kinda did the ending of this drunk while watching pulp fiction so if it’s confusing that’s why and I apologise lol

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He had first met you while training the priestesses. You were a friend of Emerie’s. A fae woman that almost brought him to his knees with a single look.

You had nervously spoken to Cassian about joining in the training and had progressed past his group and into Cassian’s within two weeks.

That was probably for the best.

Besides your original nerves, you had thrown yourself into training - eyes always on him as he spoke and went through moves, moved which you copied with the precision of a ballerina.

He had withered under your kind gaze, soft eyes making him want to fall into you and let you fight away all his fears. And whenever you had spoken to him it was with undivided attention, always listening carefully and providing whatever he needed - whether it was someone to complain to or someone to laugh with.

The night he fell in love with you however was different. He had gone into the library searching for Nesta and found her with Emerie, Gwyn and you, all relaxing in soft clothing.

He had almost fallen over when he saw you in an oversized hoodie with tight shorts and baby pink toenails, your face clean of makeup and still somehow the prettiest he had ever seen.

You had smiled brightly when you saw him, patting the empty space beside you and - unable to deny you - he had come to sit beside you, shivering when you lay your head on his shoulder with your book abandoned in you lap.

As he sat, Gwyn carried on explaining a new concept she had been exploring with her tutor when you spoke up, “But you’re basing that hypothesis presuming the butterfly effect doesn’t exist.”

He tilted his head down then, as you sat up, frowning at the loss of contact while Nesta barely hid her smug grin behind her hand as she watched the interaction.

“The butterfly effect?” Gwyn asked, grabbing a notebook as you smiled.

“We’ll you’re talking about fate, saying that everything is predetermined. But the butterfly effect proposes that anything, even something as small as a butterfly flapping it’s wings, can change the whole course of the future and can split reality into different pathways. This creates alternate realities, one were the butterfly flaps it’s wings and one were it doesn’t, and even such a small change is still a change.”

He didn’t really understand your concept but Gwyn was furiously scribbling things down and scoring things out as you continued.

“So yes, there is a large chance that maybe once there was a predetermined set of events, but as things change and as people are born and stray from these paths, there is no feasible way to ensure everything goes exactly as determined.” You spoke with your hands, something he had never noticed before. You explained the concept slowly and clearly to Gwyn as you discussed the topic in depth, your face lighting up as you spoke about the unknown.

He fell in love then, when he watched you speak so enthusiastically about a topic he had no idea about. But even with a lack of knowledge he wanted to hear all about it - wanted to become so well versed in it that one day you might look at him the way he looked at you.

The problem there was that in his love drunk state, subtleties went out the window. You’d had suspicions before but now, with him blatantly staring at you, you were sure.

You had spoken to Nesta about him before and discovered he didn’t have the greatest track record of admitting his feelings so you decided to step it up a notch, ready to bust out all the tools that would make him confess.

You decided to start simple; removing your top during training and continuing in your sports bra, leaving lingering touches on his shoulders or hands, turning on what Emerie lovingly deemed your ‘sex eyes’ when you spoke to him. And it seemed to be working, he started avoiding your gaze and would pause speaking whoever you touched him, subconsciously leaning into your hand or gently laying his head atop your when you placed yours on his shoulder.

It wasn’t for a couple weeks however that you made a startling discovery. You had decided to make some cupcakes and Azriel had run into you in the kitchen - accepting your offer to help. He had been doing an amazing job delicately filling the cases with batter and you smiled when he finished without spilling a drop.

“Ugh perfect! You did amazing Az!” You had exclaimed, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before opening the over with one hand and balancing the tray in the other.

He had made a sound under his breath and when you turned back you found him bright red and looking down with a shy smile on his face. Then it clicked why your beautiful, strong spy always seemed so nervous around you. He was a sub.

You were ecstatic the rest of the day, having hit the jackpot with Azriel and with a plan forming in your head. He wasn’t likely to admit his feelings to you but you had an idea that would make sure he had them before you did anything else.

The next day you saw him at training, smiling warmly at him as you usually did and hopping over to speak to him before you got started.

“Hey Az, did u get a cupcake last night?” You asked, smiling brightly when he blushed bright red having run off soon after receiving your praise with a half assed excuse about finding Cassian.

“Yeah they were amazing,” he said, finally meeting your eyes as you looked up at him expectantly.

“Ah couldn’t have done it without your help,” you praised and he blushed looking down again. You heard Cassian call your name impatiently and turned to stick your finger up at him, “Gotta go but we should hang out again tonight.”

He nodded with a smile, equal parts delighted and terrified at the idea of spending so much time with you.

“That’s a plan! See you tonight pretty boy,” you said, walking away while he stared dumfounded at your back. That - that was new.

He fumbled his way through training the priestesses, maybe pushing them slightly too hard because it meant he had plenty to do that didn’t involve thinking about you or about what seeing you tonight entailed.

Or that you thought he was pretty.

You on the other hand, couldn’t get through training quickly enough. You were finishing moves and sequences before Cassian even said them so used to his rhythm that he ended up just letting you leave when you were finished before everyone else - not without rolling his eyes dramatically however.

As you walked out Azriel couldn’t help his eyes from following you as you sauntered away with flushed, glowing skin and your hair swaying with every step as you shook it out. You shot a final look over your shoulder as you left to go shower, waving at him when you caught him staring with mischievous eyes.

You left quickly to go shower and get somewhat ready, ensuring you smelt good and pulling on your favourite underwear. You then decided to fuck with him and pulled on an oversized t-shirt that you kept from an ex-boyfriend on account of how soft it was and your smallest, softest shorts. You had finished getting ready and were making yourself an ice coffee when Azriel walked in with flushed cheeks, wiping sweat from his forehead with his shirt.

You whistled when you saw him and his eyes met yours, widening comically when he saw your bare legs - shorts barely visible beneath your large shirt.

“You alright hot stuff?” You asked as he moved to grab some bread from next to you. He inhaled sharply when you spoke and you barely contained your giggle,

“Want an ice coffee babes?”

“Um sure I don’t I-“ he stumbled over his words as his brain slowed trying to form a single thought other than your soft legs and even softer lips.

“I’ll make you one,” you said with a laugh, “so what do you want to do today?”

“I really don’t mind,” he muttered, watching as you mixed the drink for him and pressed it into his hand with a smile.

“What about a spa day, when was the last time you got to relax?”

“Cauldron I don’t think I’ve ever done that,” he joked and you smiled.

“Let’s do that then, I’ll get you so relaxed your bones will liquify,” you grabbed his hand as you pulled him out of the kitchen and started leading him to your room.

“Do- do I want that?” He asked and you squeezed his hand,

“You’ll understand soon,” you laughed.

You started with face masks and manicures, conversation flowing easily between the two of you despite Azriel’s nerves and the electricity that shot through him every time you touched him.

You were sitting reading together a while later when you shoved your book down and turned, your eyes focusing on him. He felt your heated gaze and tilted his head to meet your eyes, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked,

“You’re pretty,” you said suddenly, reaching a hand to trace his jaw gently. He went comically red and you smiled.

“What? I- you think I’m,” he stuttered and you giggled, nodding.

“Yeah you’re so pretty,” he could feel himself grow hard, blushing impossibly hard at your words.

“Say it again,” he forced out and you smiled - reaching a hand to rest on his thigh, stroking it gently as you spoke again.

“You’re so pretty, and I’m sure you’d be so good for me would you?” Your voice got lower as you spoke, Azriel whimpering as you slid your hand up his thigh. “Do you want that? Wanna be my good boy?”

Azriel’s eyes widened and his hips bucked up slightly as he nodded, movements small and insecure.

“Words sweet boy, I need you to say you want this,”

“I want this!” He practically shouted and you laughed sweetly,

“I’m so glad baby, I’ve wanted you for so long,” you confessed - stroking his face gently as you moved to straddle him.

“You- you have?” He was confused and feeling a million feelings at once but so happy with the position he found himself in.

“Mhm and if I’m correct I think you have to,” he nodded quickly underneath you, his hands flying up to grab your hips as you started slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I have,” his voice was already so desperate and you had barely touched him, smiling as you leaned down to press kisses gently into his jaw.

“Mm good boy,” you whispered, “would you like me to touch you now?”

He shook his head and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at him with concern filled eyes.

“Wanna touch you instead,” he whimpered out and you cooed stroking his hair.

“Awe baby, go ahead,” you giggled, climbing off his lap as he crawled off your bed and kneeled on the floor - eyes wide as you spread your legs in front of him. He gently removed your shorts and panties, inhaling sharply and your pretty pussy was revealed to him. He looked up at you with his doe eyes, whispering as he silently begged you for permission - but you just smiled and laughed at him with a gentle hand stroking through his hair.

“Please miss I’ll be so good for you, please just wan’make you feel good,” he begged and you relented.

“Okay baby boy,” he swung forward so quickly and buried himself into your pussy, spitting on it before devouring you. His long fingers spread your folds open and he probed your tight hole with his tongue, thumb coming up to rub circles on your clit as he moaned against your heat.

He ate you out like it was his sole purpose in life, putting all he had into the task - almost delirious as he finally got what he had wanted for so long. The days he had spent daydreaming about your soft legs that were now wrapped around his head, the nights he had spent thinking of your pillow lips and how sweet you would sound as you told him what you wanted him to do.

“Oh baby you’re doing so well for me, so good baby. My good boy,” he moaned loudly against your pussy, hips rutting into air.

“M’ yours, all yours,” he cried, pushing two long fingers into your tight pussy and twisting them as he looked up, meeting your eyes as you tangled a hand in his hair.

“Make me come then baby, prove you’re my good boy,” he nodded against you - desperate to make you happy as he worked with renewed vigour. “Azriel baby you’re so good at this.” Your moans were like music to his ears as he scissored his fingers inside you, sucking on your clit hard enough to make you see stars. You swore - hand tightening in his hair - as he pressed into your sweet spot and sucked particularly hard on your clit at the same time, coming hard with an arched back as Azriel stared up at you. Awed at how he had tamed the goddess above him.

You ended up having to pull him off of your pussy as he whined, wet lips pouting as they tried to get back to you.

“No baby no more,” your voice was stern and he whined as you pulled him up to his feet, standing with him and spinning the two of you around.

He was considerably taller than you but even the height difference didn’t negate the power you had over him and when you shoved him down onto the bed and straddled him - kissing him harshly with your fingers squeezing his cheeks together.

“You’re so good baby, so good,” you whispered into his mouth.

“Did I do well?” His voice was so soft that you cooed and kissed him again.

“So, so well that you deserve a reward,” he looked up at you with those hazel eyes you loved so much, “do you want that, want to fuck me?”

“Yes miss, yes please wan’ fuck you so bad. S’all I think about,” you could never resist Azriel and now he was begging, you couldn’t deny him anything.

You reached down to pull his cock out of his pants, choking on a breath at his size. “Fuck baby, you’ve been holding out on me,” your hand moved on its own accord, pumping him slowly - needing two hands to hold him.

He was moaning lowly as you pumped him, precum leaking out the tip and making it easier for you to slip onto him, sinking down until you were fully seated and you could see a faint bulge through your belly.

“God you’re so big baby, filling me up so well.” You moaned as Azriel tried to form a single coherent thought other than how tight and wet you were.

“Do I feel good baby? Do you like having me wrapped around you?” You asked and he simply moaned in reply. You continued bouncing as you waited for a response but when he didn’t reply you slapped his cheek lightly.

“Words Azriel I asked you a question.” Your words were harsh but you spoke with a sickly sweet tone.

“You feel so good, didn’t know you could feel this good. So tight,” he moaned loudly when you clenched down on him, his words making a new gush of wetness coat his cock.

You smiled, drawing a hand over his hair as you bounced in his lap, the strength in your legs only letting you lift yourself halfway up his cock before you’re sinking back down.

“Fuck Az, baby you’re so big,” you whined into his mouth as you kissed him and he responded with a low grunt - his mind and body completely under your control, despite your intentions.

“I’m gonna come miss, please please let me come,” he begged after a few minutes of your hips rolling slowly over his and you laughed, holding him in your arms.

“Awe such a needy baby,” you cooed, “gonna come so early baby, needy slut.”

He whimpered underneath you, hips rutting into you as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming as you were yet to give him explicit permission.

But that was a losing battle as he lost himself in the warmth of your cunt. He was throbbing within you, pulsating as you clenched around him, the sounds your pussy made as he pushed into your body. He was addicted to the small whimpers leaving your mouth and as he watched you move he knew he would never be able to let you go. He had fallen so hard over the short time he had known you and now he watched you take over his body when you had already taken his soul.

“Please can I come miss, please,” his begs were so soft that you nodded, kissing him again.

“Let go for me baby, show me you’re mine,” you commanded and he shook underneath you, coming with a string of curses.

“‘M yours miss, all yours please,” his eyes were teary and voice broken, but he looked so happy as he stared up at you - mouth hanging open in a silent sob.

He reached a hand between you rubbing your clit gently as you came all over his cock with a loud moan and shudder. He guided you through your orgasm, refusing to take his eyes off of you, completely entranced with you.

When you had both come down from your powerful orgasms, you climbed off him and stood to retrieve a wash cloth and to relieve yourself in the bathroom. When you returned Azriel was staring up at you with tired and nervous eyes.

You cleaned him up gently, pressing gentle kisses into his face and lips as you did so.

“You okay baby?” You asked when you were finished, pulling him into your arms as you lay back down - his head on your chest.

“I’m so good right now,” he whispered, propping his chin on your chest and looking up at you, “was that- was I alright?”

His voice was so small and you furrowed your brows, “baby you were so good, perfect.” You promised, stroking his hair and leaning to kiss his head gently.

“Are you sure cause I-“

“Baby,” you cut him off, “you’re all I want, I’ve wanted this for so long and you were so good. Was it good for you?”

He nodded furiously and you laughed as he came up to kiss you, “then we’re all good baby.”

“I think I love you,” he whispered into your mouth and you smiled.

“I think I love you too.”