#im trying to trace the path to how i got here...

[birdkittenn]

i think its funny how until pretty recently, i didnt care for robots, or i even disliked them. i liked animals and creatures hell of a lot more than artificial constructs

now? oh my god

[reiderwriter]

hii I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write a one shot with gun kink? maybe not really something *aggressive* but just gun kink in the plot !! and please smut with no angst, also maybe aftercare in the end? it's totally okay if you're not comfortable. im loving your kinktober one shots! have a good day :)

A/N: This being one of like... three gun kink requests I've received, we are all not seeing the pearly gates lmao. If you enjoy reading this, even 50% of how much I enjoyed writing it, then I'm happy 😚

Warnings: Undercover FBI Agent reader, gun kink, interrogation room sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, some BDSM themes, Spencer has to 'rough up' the reader etc.

Masterlist

Being rough-housed by a group of FBI agents and pushed against a wall before being handcuffed was never your idea of a fun Tuesday night. It wasn't exactly high on the list for any night of the week, really, but here you were. 

“Caitlyn Grant? You're under arrest for being an accessory to a felony and evading law enforcement, whatever you say…” You drowned out the rest of the statement. It was nothing you didn't have memorized. 

“You're not the usual drug crew, and you don't look sturdy enough to be on most of the other teams either. What part of the Bureau are you in?” You asked the lanky man currently pinning you to the wall as he made sure your handcuffs were aptly tight. 

“You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one-” 

“I waive my rights. It's not human trafficking. You wouldn't be working this case if you were human trafficking.” 

The man just stared at you in vague disapproval as you grinned back at him. His closeness meant you could see every detail of his face up close, the five o'clock shadow, the dark circles from lack of sleep. On most of the agents you'd encountered, it had the effect of making them look older, a little haggard, and depressed. On this man, it was honestly very hot. 

He started your pat down by spreading your legs, though honestly, if he'd asked nicely enough, you'd have done just that for him. You near enough told him just that as he reached the two pockets on the ass of your jeans. 

“Watch it, Agent, my bite is worse than my bark.” 

“Turn around.” 

You pouted at his solid resolve, wondering what it would take to get the man to crack a smile or even a frown. Something that wasn't just disinterest slapped on a face and called a day. 

You did as he asked, making sure your body pressed nicely up against his the entire way until your shoulders were resting on the wall and he was feeling along your waist. 

“Come on, what kind of weapon are you going to find there?”

“Standard protocol, please let me do my job.”

“Standard protocol is calling one of your female agents over here to maintain the boundary, Agent. This feels more like you're just trying to cop a feel.” 

Those words finally got a reaction. The subtle clench of the jaw as his hands tightened slightly on your waist had you suddenly regretting your decision to be put in handcuffs. Your hands should've been free to tuck the stray lock of hair that had fallen in his eyes behind his ear, free so your fingernails could trace a path down his face and neck and chest. 

His gaze landed on the simple silver chain you wore around your list and he delicately pulled it out of your shirt, careful not to touch you (and avoiding you even as you arched your back into him). 

With a quick tug, he pulled the necklace clean off your neck, not pausing to bother with the clasp at all. 

“Clever boy. I'll see you in the interrogation room, shall I?” He said nothing as the female agents you'd mentioned earlier stationed themselves on either side of you as you walked away. You didn't break eye contact until the doors to the police van closed behind you. 

Six months undercover on a case, and this was the first time you'd stepped foot in a police precinct since you'd ditched your real name and life. 

The interrogation rooms hadn't changed in that time, at least, still grey and depressing. Time felt void as you waited for company, and thankfully, you weren't waiting long.

“Agent Y/N, sorry about the arrest, we wanted to make it look as real as possible while pulling you out.” The woman who greeted you obviously held the authority, and while you wanted to respect that, the sight of the man trailing behind her actually caught her full attention. 

“Pleasure to meet you….?” You let the question hang open for both of them but kept your gaze fully focused on the man, who stood himself next to the door, keeping surprisingly quiet. 

“I'm Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, we're from the-” 

“Behavioural Analysis Unit, of course. I was close, you know, earlier. A face like yours wouldn't last five minutes in cartel land. I almost guessed cyber, but you looked a bit too bookish. Doctor Reid, hmm.” 

“This interview is taking place with Agent Prentiss. Please direct all your questions to her.”

“Oh shit, sorry, where are my manners. I didn't mean to disrespect you like that, Agent Prentiss. It's just been a long few months.”

The other woman just chuckled and shook her head, leafing through some documents to pass you over the information on the case they needed assistance on. 

“We think there's a serial killer in the drug ring you infiltrated,” the woman explained, passing over the files with the case details. You took a moment's breath before opening to the crime scene photos, steeling yourself for what you might encounter. 

“There are probably a lot of serials in the organization. It's a drug ring. What makes this one worse?” You said, just as you flipped the file open and answered your own question. 

“Shit- Okay, that's what makes this one worse. He can't be more than 15, right?” 

The answering grimace on the two agents' faces suggested you'd been generous in your estimate. “Okay, how can I help?” 

xxxxx 

A few hours passed in the interrogation room, and you'd walked them through all of your up to date information on your case and cover. The chair wasn't exactly comfortable, but you were glad to be finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The interview was ending, and you could see an end to your undercover work swiftly following too with the BAU's assistance. 

You weren't looking forward to having to acclimatize back into the real world. You'd gone from pushing papers at a desk 9 hours a day to rubbing shoulders with drug dealers and junkies, a lot of whom were kids, young people like you who had no other options than the streets and crime. 

You made a mental note to give a few warnings to the younger kids on the streets to stay alert and then started getting back into character. 

“Thanks again for your help, Agent. We appreciate your time.” Prentiss nodded at you as she gathered the folders, getting ready to leave. 

Spencer Reid stood, too, stretching himself out as he rose from the chair, giving you quite the show as your eyes dragged from his face, down his chest and down further still as you appreciated the view. 

The last few hours had been strictly professional, and you'd enjoyed bouncing ideas off of him, running through theories. Now, trying to get back into your ‘lusty barmaid’ persona, you thought instead about how much you'd like to bounce on him yourself, possibly while running your hands through his hair. 

A girl could dream. 

“Hold on a second, I'm still in cover, I can't go back out there looking this pristine, it's too suspicious,” you said, the two agents turning back to you curiously. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Someone needs to throw me around a little. Rough housing, you know, a few bruises will do it.” 

Prentiss looked at you, caught halfway between impressed and amused. The good Doctor however seemed to darken slightly, covering his shock with a tensed jaw. 

“She's all yours, Spencer,” Wmily winked at the man, turning the door handle and beginning her exit.

“What? Why?” 

“I don't hit women.” 

“And I do? Emily, wha-” 

But the door to the interrogation room has already closed with a small cackle, and you're already being drawn closer to the man like a moth to a flame. 

Turning to face you, you see the shock of the situation on his face before he looks away in a flash, refusing to meet your eyes as he keeps himself close to the door. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm not actually a criminal, you know?” 

“I thought you wanted one of us to treat you like a criminal now.” 

“You make a good point, shall we begin?” 

He signed and rubbed his temples as you advanced, letting you get a little bit closer before holding his hands up in surrender. 

“Wait, wait, tell me first, what should we be doing?” 

You took a deep breath and expelled it, then took the time to think about it. 

You would need some visible marks of the FBI's unkindness - wrists red, a bruise or two on your knees, maybe, from falling. The problem was, you couldn't think about how to get the marks without driving yourself insane. 

There was a quick and easy way to get tender knees, an even easier way to mark up your neck and chest, but you couldn't figure out how to ask Spencer Reid to do those things without spreading your legs and letting him do whatever he wanted. You weren't sure you wouldn't do that eventually, anyway.

“Let's start with my wrists. You were too generous with the handcuffs earlier - just grab them really tight, pin me against the wall if it helps.”

He nodded and took a hesitant step towards you, thinking for a second, before grabbing one wrist and spinning you around. Before you could even process the action, he had you pinned, chest against the wall, arms above your head. 

“Is that okay?” He asked, his grip tight  but not bruising yet. 

“A little tighter, I want the marks to last a while. Why is my face against the wall?” 

He gripped tighter, the pain sending a jolt through your wrists that trailed all the way down to pool between your thighs. 

“I thought you'd be less uncomfortable like this.” 

“With your dick pushed up against my ass? Yes, Doctor, great decision.” 

He let out a cold, quick laugh, leaving you flushed as he pushed your upper body into the wall, too, finally getting to the grip strength he needed to get attention. 

“I'm sorry to disappoint, Y/N, but that's my gun,” the words whispered in your ear were the last straw as you shuddered in his grasp, his hands releasing your wrists as he stepped back a little. 

You shook out your hands a little, trying to momentarily relive the stiffness in your joints. 

He took a few paces to the desk and upholstered his weapon, placing it on the desk before joining you again. 

“So you don't get confused again,” he explained at seeing your raised eyebrow. 

“Oh so next time, it will be your dick?” You whispered, moving back to the desk and sitting yourself on the edge or it, picking up the gun and studying it for a few minutes. 

“Y/N, put it down.” 

“Ooh, possessive, are we?” You giggled, aiming it at him for a second before grabbing it by the barrel and holding it back out for him to grab. 

“Hold it, point it at me or whatever. Maybe it'll help you rough me up.” 

His brow furrowed, but he grabbed it anyway, not immediately slipping it into the holster as he stepped forward. 

“What now?” He asked, and you shrugged. 

“Whatever feels natural. And looks visible, I guess.”

It took him a few minutes to decide, surveying your body like it was a puzzle. Professionally, of course. You were about to speak up and urge him to get on with it when his hand shot out and wrapped around your throat. 

You tried to gasp, but the grip was firm, and boy, was it driving you crazy. Your legs had naturally parted as you sat yourself on the edge of the desk, and he walked into that space now, his free hand still holding the gun. 

Your body pushed forward into his, suddenly awash with arousal as your chest heaved with tiny breaths, lungs burning. 

“Are you enjoying this, Y/N? Or is it Caitlyn Grant that's enjoying this?” 

You felt the gun touch your thigh gently, and you moaned, just as he softened his grip on your throat. 

“Answer me, please. This is an interrogation room, after all.”

You met his eyes, checking to see how far he would take this, how far you could push back. 

“I'll admit, I'm not against mixing pain and pleasure.” 

His gaze flicked down, slowly pushing his gun up the skin of your thigh, raising your skirt with the barrel to catch a quick glimpse of your panties. 

“I can tell.” 

If it weren't for his grip on you, you'd have lunged for him right then and there. The cool metal against your thigh had you shuddering against him, growing wetter by the minute. 

“I read somewhere once that we can't pretend to be someone else without actually becoming them in some small way. You've been a cartel whore for six months, I wonder if this is a lasting effect.” 

He was so close now all he needed to do to close the gap was change the angle of his head, but he kept you in place with that gun, pointing up from your pussy, flush against your stomach. 

“I'll tell you a secret - the part of me that's aroused right now definitely predates this cover.” 

His lips drop to yours, tongue clashing with yours furiously as he grabs the back of your head to angle you better. 

Letting his hand drop back to your thigh, he gently coaxed you further open, skirt riding up. Putting down the gym momentarily, he pressed a wandering finger against your pantie-clad pussy, feeling your arousal before he used it to coat his fingers. 

A second later and the offending pair of underwear lay discarded on the floor. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you said, gasping for breath as he again picked up the gun. 

“You wanted this so badly, didn't you? You've been needing someone to treat you like this for months now. It didn't even have to be me.” 

He traced circles on your thigh with the gun, and you twitched, years of training not letting you relax around the weapon and months of sexual frustration, making you desperate for something to touch you. 

“Yes, yes, please touch me.” 

The hand at your throat slid down to your chest and pushed gently  urging you to lie back and let him do whatever he wanted with you. The desk was cold - metal biting at your bare skin - and it only sent more shivers down your spine as he lowered himself to his knees and parted your legs for his tongue. 

The first touch was heaven, a state of bliss you'd been without in what felt like forever. His tongue danced across your folds as he tasted every inch of your exposed cunt, grip still strong on the gun pointed now to your chest, pinning you between the machine and the table. 

You tried to be as still as possible, to take the pleasure he gave calmly, but you couldn't. You writhed, moaned, chest heaving as you tried to hold off the first orgasm you'd achieved with someone else in probably a year.  

Like a man on a mission, Spencer Reid did not care. He gladly suffocated between your thighs as you squeezed them together, wrapping them around his head so you could keep feeling the insurmountable pleasure of his tongue on your pussy. 

“Spencer…Spencer, fuck-” you said as he finally pried your legs apart, lifting them just slightly so his tongue could reach further inside of you, curling with each wave of passion. Your hands fisted his hair, desperate for something to ground you to the moment as your pleasure spilt out of you, orgasm jolting through you in tiny sparks of pleasure. 

The gun moved first, coming level with your chest as you untangled your fingers from his hair. Spencer stood, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he kept the gun on you. 

“I think this turns you on even more. You've been ruined by this cover, Y/N, you're so used to being in danger that you can't even get off without someone threatening you.” 

You attempted to scoff, to brush off his words somehow, but his hand was suddenly back around your throat, picking you up off the desk and pulling you instead towards the room's one-way window. 

“Look at yourself,” he said, again twisting you around so you were pressed into the wall, wrists above your hair, raising your shirt to expose the cold skin underneath. He ran the barrel across the fresh skin, leaving a field of goosebumps along his path. 

“I don't think it would've mattered who came in to rough you up. I think you'd just as happily have convinced Emily to fuck your little pussy raw, right Y/N? As long as there was a gun…” 

Your moan was the only response as he used the weapon to spread your legs. You naturally arched your back and kept your hands in place as he holstered the weapon momentarily to unzip his pants and let his cock free. 

You couldn't see it, but you saw his reflection in the mirror as he slowly stretched you out with it, mouth dropping in a lustful ‘o’ as he fed his dick to you, hard and thick. 

As soon as it was in, the gun came back out, this time to rest against your temple. 

“Get yourself off,” his voice was so low it was practically a growl. “Use my cock, and pleasure yourself.” 

Your body listened immediately, beginning to move back and forth on his cock as he held himself in place. His moans and groans were all the encouragements you needed, the gun at your temple was just made the pleasure more profound as you approached your release. 

But he kept you pinned to the glass, your full range of motion limited, and you whimpered in frustration that you couldn't feel every inch of him. 

“If you need something, use your words, Agent.” 

“More, need more, please..please,” you gasped, breathing ragged. 

The hands at your wrists released, and he fisted a hand into the flesh at your hip, your wrists resting on the glass next to your face as he took over your thrusting. 

“Can't even do this anymore, what a spoiled little whore,” he said as his hips began snapping into you, reaching that spot deep inside you as you drooled against the glass, wondering if anyone had just happened to step into that room and what they must think about you. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock,” he said it, and entranced, your body did just that, your orgasm taking the last breath of strength you had as he too plunged himself deeper and stilled there, his cum coating your walls. 

Neither of you moved for an eternity, but the first sign of clarity returning was the careful return of the gun to the holster. 

Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Spencer minimized the mess you made together, cleaning you up as he slipped out of you. Discarding it momentarily on the floor, he pulled your clothes back into position and led you back over to the chairs. Just as he moved to sit you down, though, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. 

His arms hung suspended for a minute or two before he let them rest on your back, stroking your hair. 

“Sorry, it's been… it's been lonely, and I didn't realize how hard it had been until-” 

“It's okay. Take your time,” he said, sitting down in the chair and letting you curl up in his lap, burying your head in his neck

“We’ll catch this guy, and then you're out, okay Y/N? We'll come back and get you out soon.” 

Lifting your eyes to his, you nodded, pressing your lips to his with a smile as you again worked yourself back into character, regaining your earlier composure and lifting yourself from the man's too comfortable arms. 

“Well, Spencer, what do you say we get me back into panties and handcuffs and cut Caitlyn Grant loose?” 

[lovelytsunoda]

sweet creature// pato o ward

summary: pato is in a romantic mood and wants to make love to his sweetheart around all of her favourite things.

pairing: pato o ward x female reader!

warnings: smut!! pato being an absolute sweetheart. he fucks her in front of a window so she can watch the sunset but the window doesn’t actually overlook and spots where they can be seen

authors note: why do I keep writing other stuff while the arthur leclerc first time fic rots in my drafts and the last two tina series fics are starting to collect dust-

all was calm and quiet in the reading room as she sat with her book, manicured fingers gently flipping the page before she turned to the end, trying not to read the last sentence as she counted how many pages she had left.

truth be told, the smut scenes in this book had been a little much for her. she loved the story and she loved the characters, but the rough intensity of the sex just wasn’t doing it for her. sure, it still had her clenching her thighs together, but if anyone ever spoke to her in the bedroom the way that the male lead spoke to his girlfriend, she was likely to burst out into tears.

sure, she and her boyfriend had experimented with tons things before and they’d probably had sex on almost every surface of the house, but the one reassuring constant was that pato always spoke to her like she was the most important person in the world, how he looked at her like she’d hung the moon, even when he was balls deep inside of her.

and how he was willing to recreate almost any scene in a romance book, putting his own little flair on every scene they tried.

she really didn’t know how she had gotten this lucky.

she had just turned back to the trials and tribulations of josh chen and jules ambrose when she felt two hands clamp down on her shoulders. she jumped, screaming as the book fell from her hands.

“patricio! what the fuck?”

behind her, pato laughed, coming around the ikea couch to settle in beside her, nuzzling his nose into her chest.

“you’re all sweaty.” she whined, but made no move to push him away. “what have I said about taking a shower when you were done conditioning?”

“I just wanted to see my girl.” pato argued halfheartedly, peppering kisses to her neck while he muttered sweet nothings in spanish. “I love you most.”

“love you too, darling.” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I’ve got a new book scene I wanna try.”

patos eyes lit up, and he sat ramrod straight before he leaned down to pick up the abandoned copy of ‘twisted hate’. “can i tell you something?”

“mhm.” she nodded, fingers playing with the hem of her sundress.

“I’ve read this one already.” pato laughed. “I borrowed a copy from coltons girlfriend.”

she laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. “honey, why would you do that?”

“because I knew that you’d read the first two and I wanted to know why you loved them so much.”

“so you know what scene I want to try?”

“fuck yeah I do.” he grinned, scooping y/n into his arms as he gets up from the couch, spinning gently in a circle before placing her back on her feet, his hands sliding up the skirt of her dress to grip her ass gently. “lean back against the bookshelf, corazon.” he kissed her softly, his nose tracing a path across her skin until his warm breath touched her ear. “just let me make you feel good.”

she backed towards the bookshelf, pulling pato towards her by the hem of his workout shirt. feeling the shelf hit her back. she leaned up to kiss him, all tongue and teeth as his wandering hands gripped her skin, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“you’re so sexy.” pato muttered, trailing kisses across her collarbone as she moaned gently, resting her head against the ikea shelf, one leg curling around her lovers.

patos hand slipped between her legs, cupping her core in his palm, her breath hitching at the contact.

“I hear you, love. im right here, just relax for me.” pato murmured, hands slipping under the waistband of her floral panties as he sank to his knees.

he looked up at her with his wide, hazel eyes, hair mussed as he began to slowly trail her panties down her legs. the look in his eyes made her heart melt. the look of love, the look he gave her when he was so utterly smitten that he didn’t even have the words to explain it.

she rested one leg over his shoulder, her face flushed as pato threw her panties off to the side, the whole world shrinking down to the point where all that mattered was the two of them. he kissed up her thigh, gently massaging her skin with the hand that was holding her leg in place.

“babe, be careful, what if I lose my balance?” she laughed lightly, taking her fingers through his hair, using the other hand to hike up the skirt of her sundress.

“I’ll catch you before you hit the ground.”he answered matter of factly. “you know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

the moment his tongue touched where she needed him most, every worry or apprehensive thought evaporated. she leaned back against the bookshelf, moaning as her lover moved his tongue in slow, deliberate circles. she felt every sensation in nerves down to her toes.

as he picked up the pace, adjusting his angle to suck her clit into his mouth, she dropped the hem of her dress, nails scraping against particle board as she tried to keep herself steady.

“fuck, right there. god, I love your tongue.”

“it does so many wonderful things, doesn’t it?” pato laughed, pulling away to look up at her with a cheeky grin, his hair messy and staticky from the fabric of her dress.

“yes, now please put it back inside me.”

“you’re cute. I just want to give you things. like kisses and orgasms.” pato hummed, slipping his tongue between her folds, closing his eyes in a moment of bliss as he worked his tongue inside of her.

she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, gently grinding against patos face, his tongue still working in and out of her as one of his hands came up to hold hers, her fingernails digging into the back of his hand.

“oh, babe, I think I’m close.”

“just let go, darling. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

pato held her tightly, moving her hips gently against his face as he helped her through her high, evidence of her orgasm coating his face as he let her go, placing her shaky leg back on the ground as he stood up, wiping his face off on the bottom of his workout shirt before kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” she laughed gently, pressing her body against his. he was hard, his cock poking at her body through his under armour sweats. “look at the sunset. it’s beautiful.”

pato smiled, pulling away from the hug to look out the picture window, where the sky was lit up in pink and orange as the sun began its descent. “it’s not as beautiful as you are.”

“aren’t you romantic.” she laughed, leaning over the back on the couch to watch the sun sink behind the trees, propping up her chin with her hand.

pato hugs her from behind, gently pressing kisses to her shoulders. “I have an idea.” he says in a sing-song tone.

“oh yeah?” she asks, a lilt of nonchalance in her voice as she places one of her hands over his. “what is it?”

“this.” pato says simply, pressing his hard on up against her bare ass, hiking her dress skirt up her waist. “let me make love to you in the sunlight, pretty girl. let me make you feel pretty.”

she giggled, leaning back against him as he started to undo the drawstring on his sweats. “take it away, lover boy.”

“with pleasure.”

he rolled his hips, slipping his cock inside of her in one solid movement. she braved her body against the back of the couch, their bodies illuminated by the setting sun as pato pulled her in by the waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“fuck, pato, I love your cock.” she moaned, reaching behind her head to tangle her fingers in his hair, bucking her hips back against his.

he kept the gentle, soothing pace, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin as he kissed her neck.

“te amo, querida” pato spoke soft, sucking a hickey into her neck.

they would keep it up until the sun went down, going for another round tangled in the plush blankets on the floor, staring at the stars and laughing about nothing and everything.

and she knew that this was the way she would want it to be forever.

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[whoreish-behaviour]

If your asks are still open, could you please do a Bakugou that came tired from work, but his darling wife/hubby got a bath and a whole meal ready for him and then maybe a little soft smutty?

Thank you~~

Tysm for your ask >:3

And I'm sorry - this came out wayyy longer than it was suppose to lmao

Warnings >~< = Soft!smut, F!Reader, use of 'good girl'.

Not proof read - ignore any typepo's

He had been tense recently. You could sense his overwhelming anxiety building up.

Ever since you had met Katsuki Bakugo you knew he was filled to the brim with pure raging emotions. He was just one of many who didn't know how or where to channel them.

However, that was what you signed up to deal with - at the ripe age of 12 when his former venomous words shifted to less harsh ones of encouragement and disguised care.

'Just don't get yourself killed I don't wanna hav' to carry ya to the damn hospital wing'

'You okay?! You hurt?!'

'Dumbass, your doing it wrong. Watch me'

Even back then you knew he cared. Something in your heart just told you that this ball of anger and pride cared about you.

You were the one to confess first on his 19th birthday. Everyone knew about the both of you, all except for him of course.

All it took was Izuku pulling you in the back garden and attempting to kiss you, all while Bakugo watched from his balcony.

Never before had he felt anger quite like that. Pure rage laced with fear that you didn't like him. He had been trying to find ways to tell you but always came short.

He was stomping down the stairs in no time, eyes set on the back door so much that he had missed how Izuku was already back in the living room - cheeks pink with embarrassment.

He practically barged his way through doors until his eyes landed on you, alone, sitting by the pool. You were tracing the waves with your finger tips, eyes set on the clear water.

He crossed the path and stood next to your sat body. However, you jerked back when his voice broke the silence.

'So, where'd little Deku disappear off to?'

You instantly turned to look up at him, his red ones already boring into yours. You swallowed your nervousness that always seemed to appear when he was in your presence.

'Oh, er, I'm not too sure-'

'Who would've thought that you liked him huh?' His words held a bite to them and you tilted you heard in confusion.

'What..?'

You stood up beside him, wondering if he was just pulling one of his many stupid jokes on you.

'And who said that you two of you were allowed back here?' He was growing more and more frustrated, arms now crossed over his chest as he stepped closer.

'Bakugo, I'm sorry but I swear-' You tried again but he cut you off.

'If you wanted to just be alone with Deku- then you shouldn't have come.' He looked away as the sentence left his scowling lips.

And that was when you realised why he was so fired up.

He was jealous.

And you couldn't help your smile as you eyed the angry look on his face - offended that you dare give Izuku a speck of your attention.

Your smile however set him off even more as he spat more words about how you should just run back to Deku.

Tired of his meaningless rant, you rudely cut off as your used all your strength to push him straight into the water below.

You couldn't stop your laughs as you heard the splash of water, his body completely submerged. You then once again took your place beside the pool, this time dipping your toes in.

You waited patiently, grinning ear to ear as your saw his head resurface.

And boy - if looks could kill.

'Im sorry suki, I thought you could use a cool down.' He seemed to be in shock from your actions, your audacity leaving him stunned.

Confidence high, you gripped the front of his shirt and gently pulled him towards you. You leaned down closer, both your heart and his beating wildly.

'And I like you too dumbass.' You repeated his nickname for you back at him and he almost laughed at your copy cat behaviour.

'Come here.' You didn't have a choice as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards his chest - bodies shivering from the cold of the water.

His lips immediately enveloped yours as you both smiled into your first of many kisses.

Finally, you were his and he was yours.

The memory played on repeat as you bent over the tub, warm water racing through your fingertips. Your cheeks were tinted, remembering how you felt in that moment.

Deeming the water hot enough, you leaned over and turned the tap off. The bathroom was dark, the candles littered on every shelf casting a warm glow.

You knew both you and Katsuki needed this.

You needed to be together, life and work had used everything in its power to hinter you seeing each other and you were tired. Today would be different no matter what.

Exiting the bathroom, you checked your phone. Katsuki had sent no messages but you knew he would be home soon.

It was 12pm at night- you knew Katsuki expected you to be asleep but like you said, not tonight.

The sound of the lock being turned alerted you and you moved quickly to the door - ready to greet your tired husband.

He never failed to make you nervous. Your heart jumped as he came into view, his eyes cast down at the wood floor.

After years of training, your husband had filled out his role at Number 2 hero, his shoulders wide and chest packed with muscle. Only one word could described your husband and it was big.

He only noticed you when he fully in the apartment, door closed and relocked.

Katsuki felt himself physically melt as he took you in. You were stood about a metre away, too far, with your arms clasped in front of you - eyes full of love ready to reel him in.

He was on you in a second, arms around your figure and nose shoved deep into your neck. You always smelled like lavender, the calm he needed.

You also wrapped him in your arms, breathing him in like oxygen. You felt so happy you could cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you finally felt wholly safe again.

You felt his hand gasp your jaw, angling your face so he could smash his lips to your - something he felt like he hadn't done in a lifetime.

You kissed back, fingers lacing into his hair and tugging his impossibly closer.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to yours, finally opening his eyes to stare into yours.

'Why you crying baby?' His heart sunk, both hands now cradling your head, thumbs swiping under your eyes.

'I just missed you.' You sniffed, hands moving to hold his wrists.

Guilt ate at him as he pressed his forehead back to you, wishing he could take the loneness from you.

He knew exactly how you felt, he hated only coming back to your sleeping figure - little hands gripping his pillow to your chest. Without you there, he felt empty as he saved life after life.

He was determined to change something, there was no way he could leave you to be so upset again.

'Im sorry my love, I'm so sorry.'

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, caressing and kissing - basking in each others love.

It was you that pulled away first, hands coming up to remove his hero costume. He watched as you did, eyes tracing over your face, already missing your lips.

Once he was only in his boxer, your gently took his hand and lead him into the bathroom, the whole room warm from the heat of the candles.

You turned to Katsuki, undoing your sheer robe as he watched silently, eyes bouncing as more and more of your skin was revealed.

Katsuki's mouth watered as your bare breast were revealed to him, nipples hard and standing at attention.

You looked away, kicked the robe away and climbing into the tub.

When you both had bought this house, you had made sure the tub was massive. It was big enough to fit 4 people at least and you loved that it gave more than enough room for you both.

The water came up to just above your breasts as you motioned for Katsuki to follow.

He instantly pulled down his underwear and climbed in behind you, shifting until his legs were around yours and his chest was to your back.

You felt him rest his head against your shoulder, chin tucked in close and he basked in your scent and love.

You lift your hand as placed it on his head, nails began to gently scratch at his scalp and he hummed in appreciation.

Not wanting the water to turn cold before you properly washed up, you turned in his embrace - now facing him, nose to nose and chest to chest.

You looked deep into his eyes as he did yours, a smirk tugging at his lips.

'Your so beautiful.'

You blushed and looked away, still no being able to take his compliments upfront even though you had been married for almost 3 years.

'Thank you.' Needing a distraction, you reached over his shoulder and grabbed the lo-fi and body wash. Pouring a decent amount onto the sponge, you began to run it over his neck and shoulders.

He instantly seemed to deflate, back pressed full against the tub and eyes closed.

You looked over his features, his perfect nose, mouth and eyes - stilling lathering his body in soap.

After he was completely covered, you headed lower - focusing on his abs. You frowned at the various bruises but it was nothing new.

The soap began to float to the surface of the water, hindering your view slightly as you continued to scrub.

You eventually landed on his toned thighs and only then did you look up.

Katsuki was already staring at you, eyes half lidded.

fuck..

You swallowed, nervous from his stare and continued.

Once the soap had left the sponge, bubbles building up around the edge of the tub, your disregarded it - choosing to instead run your hands along his skin.

You yet again looked up, fluttering your lashes at your husband.

You saw him purse his lips and sit up, body sloshing the water around yours. Once you were nose to nose again, he ran his hands down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the skin and pinching as he went.

You whined, thighs shaking as he grasped them, yanking you forwards and directly on top of him.

'Whining already? I've barley touched you.' He smirked at you, dimple evident as you looked away.

He was, of course, right. This was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he's grazed upon your body before but nevertheless, it had your pussy clenching around nothing.

'Please..?' You nosed your face under his, kissing his neck gently. You could feel his pulse and you smiled at the fact it matched yours.

You continued to kiss around, sucking on the skin until light bruises formed. There was always such a massive difference about the marks you left on him and the ones he left on you.

You could feel his hands on you again, moving up from your thighs to your ass - gripping the flesh and squeezing.

You instantly rocked your hips against his hands and subconsciously against his cock.

You both shuddered as your loins grazed. It had been too long..

'You're so needy. Missed me that much?' he groaned as he pinched your ass, using that as leverage to rock your hips again and again against his own.

'Course, suki' You whined.

'Come on then, grind against me. Gotta get that pussy wet for me.' You moaned at his words, moving faster on top of him, feeling his thick girth slide between your fold and up against your clit.

Katsuki moved his right hand from your ass to the front of your body, left still rocking you against him, and pinched your nipple.

He rolled the it between his thumb and forefinger, the rest cupping your underboob.

'So fucking sensitive hah?' He panted in you neck and you whined in response.

'Please let me cum suki, it's been so long' You begged, breaths coming out laboured.

'Rub your clit for me baby, go on.' He encouraged, groping your breast more roughly and moving your hips quicker.

You instantly did as you were told, running your ring finger in tight, fast circles.

Your hips jolted as you hit your high, slowing down as you threw your head back, Bakugo taking the opportunity to suck his own hickeys into your neck.

Overwhelmed, you moaned out loud, desparate cries while it all went straight to Katsuki cock - that throbbed and twitched painfully against his stomach.

'You ready for me baby?' He asked after you had calmed down. You immediately nodded against him and he chuckled in response.

'Of course you fuckin' are. Lift your hips up.' He kissed your check as you elevated your hips, chest pressed flat to his and face in his neck.

He moved his hand from your ass to your tailbone and used the other aline his cock to your entrance. You cried out as you felt him push inside, stretching you to fit his size.

He whispered encouragement in your ear as he told you to lower your hips when you were ready to.

He'd gladly wait here all way for you and you knew that.

Not wanting to wait, you slowly but surely lowered until your hips were flush to his, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You moaned as you allowed your pussy to get use to him again.

You pulled back slightly and looked down. The sight made you clench and Katsuki groaned as he felt it, walls warm and sung to him.

'You feel so fucking good.' He pulled you back to him, sitting up with you. You both moaned as he slid even deeper, tip pushed up and against your G spot.

You both moved at the same time, rocking with the water and he slid in and out of your hole. Your slick made it easier each time as your both groaned and whined into the quiet room.

You could hear the water escaping over the edge of the tub, slashing down onto the ground.

Neither of you cared as you both worked together, hips grinding.

You felt his hands grip your ass, spreading it from the force he was using to move you against him.

You loved it, moaning and telling how amazing he felt inside you. But he knew already, just from the way you were continuously clenching around his length.

'Keep clenching around me , fuck thats it - goood girl' You whined as you witness him go pussy drunk.

'I’m gonna come Katsuki'

His hands moved again, crawling around your waist and straight against your clit. It was sore and sensitive as he ran circles around it.

'So sensitive baby.' You felt his smirk against your neck as you moved faster.

You high hit you like a slap and your clenching finally pushed Katsuki to exactly where he needed to be.

After a few more thrusts, you felt him twitch and release inside you, it was hot and your squirmed at the sensation. He rocked your body against his still, both of you riding your highs together.

'You did such a good job baby.' He slid his arms around your waist and hugged you close.

'Deep breaths,' You did as he said and you were both soon cuddling in the tub, the water lukewarm but neither of you dare budged.

You did eventually lift your head to connect eyes with the love of your eyes,

And he was staring right back at you.

And just like that, you were back in that pool in his back garden, not even a centimetre between you as you bother utter the words,

I Love You.

Again, did not mean for this to be so long :p

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

[quitealotofsodapop]

Im sobbing and jsut imagining MK and the Noodle Gang doing a visit to FFM during Slow Boiled (either not the version where DBK dragged Wukong to live st the palace or a version where Wukong managed to convince them to let him live in the conforts of his own home) and see him working on building a shrine. First, they immediately stop him because "Wtf you're pregnant! Put the hammer down!" before asking what the shrine was for.

"Ah, it's a bit... personal. I'd been meaning to rebuild this old thing for a while after it got destroyed in... the Burning..." Wukong's face faltered a moment here at the memories, "but hadn't been able to bring myself to do it. I figured I'd finally get around yo it."

It doesn't take long to realize this shrine was to honor an ancestor of some sort, although with Wukong being well known for not having parents (as far as they knew) they were confused and asked who the shrine was for. Wukong had a sad, almost nostalgic smile as he calmly, yet somehow enthusiastically, explained.

"He was the Elder of the troupe that led us when I was a cub, before I became the Monkey King. He-"

"Wait! You weren't always the Monkey King!?"

"*sigh* Yes, kid. Once upon a time, I was a cub just like anyone else. Anyways! He was a storyteller at heart and ancient, like, old enough to remember the Great Floods ancient! See, the thing about him is that he was like me, a stone monkey. So when I hatched, he took me in and raised me, taught me about our people. As much as he could, anyway. His memory was going, and he wasn't long for the world even when I was still a cub."

"THERE WERE MORE-"

"Yes, scholar... I was not the only Stone Monkey."

DBK can't keep his little bro locked up at the Bull palace for long. Red would sneak Wukong out if he asks nicely. PIF and DBK just sigh, they can't cage a free spirit.

Wukong getting the drive to fix things up around FFM, only for the Noodle Gang to stop him from doing heavy construction. You know Pigsy makes a choked squeal the first time he sees Wukong trying to climb a ladder unassisted.

When Wukong finally explains what he was trying to fix, the gang's hearts just drop. Is it well known that The Monkey King did in fact lose people in the War - to think that he lost the closest thing to a parent even before that surprises them.

Tang ofc is nosey and must known More.

Wukong: "He was called Elder Shítougùshì. He was the only other Stone Monkey I had ever met." Tang: "Another stone monkey!?" Wukong: "Yes. He stayed behind on the island after the Great Flood even as the other survivors left for higher ground. He wanted to make sure no one forgot the original troupe." MK: "Then... you were born into a whole troupe of monkeys like you..." Wukong: "Not exactly. I still popped out of a stone egg - the "Boulder" that held me... it was my mother." The Noodle Shop Gang, thinking hard about the King's current Egg issue: "OH." Wukong: "Yeah... Elder and my Stalwarts had been the ones to find me when I finally hatched. He tried his best to raise me with help from the monkey demon troupe, but he still passed on sometime after we rediscovered the Stone Palace. Then I set out to find my first immortality." Tang, jttw-brain firing: "HE! He was the old monkey that passed away and set you on the path to find Master Subodhi!" Wukong, smiling sadly: "Yes. Yes he was." Sandy: "He sounds like a fine man- monkey Mr King. Hope he's happy to see where you are now." Wukong, tracing the old shrine with his fingers: "So do I big guy."

After the convo takes place, the Noodle Shop gang conspire to fix up some of the shrines and statues around the island. They get DBK involved since he remembers what the island was like pre-Burning. The Bull King would also jump to help honor the man that raised his little brother into the King he became!

Wukong comes home one day and finds that the shrine to Elder Shítougùshì has been reparied - not exactly how it was before the Burning, but finally clean and completed. A little ceramic monkey figure sitting on the altar.

Wukong cries like a cub when he realises MK and his friends fixed it.

[drivinmeinsane]

i want that essay about six x k!! im curious to know what your favorite ryguy ships are because you write some interesting ones. what about your least favorites too?

Thank you for the question! I'm not sure I can ethically subject anyone to that essay, anon, it'd just be the ramblings of a madman. However, I'll let some of it slip through in response to your ask. Just for you. ♥

I narrowed my favorites down to three and provided explanations of sorts for all of them. Spoiler alert, they're not short and probably don't make a lot of sense. (；′⌒`)

»{ Driver x Ken

Ken desperately needs to be provided for. He withers and dies if not wanted, sincerely or not. He’ll accept someone’s false desire no matter how hollow it leaves him. He snaps up scraps of affection like a starving dog. He's bossy and flashy as a show of false bravado to cover up his deep insecurities and abandonment issues. There's that desire in him to be a little plaything, to let someone else call the shots. He’s very susceptible to being molded into whatever form someone else desires. He wants to be the “and Ken” even as he tries to figure out what it means to be himself. Driver has a deep seated need to be needed, being wanted is just a cherry on top. He's obsessive and territorial. He never got to keep anything for himself. The effect his parents had on him is clear. There’s traces in him of the way that his mom kept bugs trapped under drinking glasses until they suffocated rather than let them go. There’s flashes of casual brutality in him that echos when she took two knives to his father’s throat at the kitchen table. His father’s only need of him was to aid him in stealing, but found himself discarded the moment he hit his growth spurt and became too tall. He latched onto a childhood friend, carries pieces of his time with him and his family with him (his love of Mexican food among other things). His foster family didn’t need him, not really, so he left to find someone who did. He lets Shannon undercut him because Shannon finds him useful. He’s the best wheelman in the city and an excellent mechanic because it means people rely on him. He can taste being the most important person in their lives for just a moment. He's made himself as indispensable as possible, always chasing the dragon. He would destroy himself to be needed, never mind anyone else in his path. Driver latches onto Ken, because Ken needs him in order to survive in the real world. He’s needed more by him than anyone has never needed him, and oh, he revels in that need. In return for Ken’s reliance, Driver wants him, wants him so badly that he would throw any semblance of sanity out the window. He doesn’t ask questions of Ken’s circumstances, doesn’t want to know the hows and the whys, lest it break the spell. Ken can place the fragility of himself in Driver’s hands and know that Driver still wants him despite it. He can trust Driver to shape him with the careful touch of a mechanic, fine tune all the parts of him until there’s nothing else but tender maintenance. There’s no scraps here, it is a sickening feast of devotion and Ken will gorge himself. Driver will suffocate Ken under a glass and Ken will help Driver place it over him.

»{ Officer K x Sierra Six

There’s nothing truly real in K’s life. Everything is pretend, playacting, a pantomime of something greater. He is so wrapped up in the desire to be a real human being to the point where he does stop to consider the ways that he already is. He has his own humanity, his own soul, his own emotions. He doesn’t address the human quality of the drive to want. Instead, he yearns until it kills him and what is more human than that? He craves a family, craves connections. K patches together what he can. He finds a mother, a father, a wife. He collects things from replicants that he’s retired. He’s trying to make up a soul from pieces of others. He’s desperately reaching out only to hit walls. No one is reaching out for him in return. He’s nothing more than a means to an end, a tool. Six sacrifices himself, goes where he’s pointed, throws himself in the path of destruction over and over for people that he loves. He lets himself be injured, lets himself be thrown away, lets himself be used. All in the name of love and duty. He does not stop to contemplate what he is or what he might be. There is no chase for a deeper meaning of what it means to be human. He just simply is what he is because there is no time to be anything but that. He doesn’t have the time to examine his feelings. Tools don’t think. They are reflections of each other. Two men without human names, treated as objects. Their autonomy is of no consequence. They were two scared boys standing up for what was theirs only to become two scared men willing to die for what matters to them. K would be forced to see Six as a person. Perhaps he would realize that if the other individual is human, K must be as well because they are the same. Six would finally be able to open the lid on the swirl of thoughts inside him, to share a part of himself with someone who would understand. They could gather up the scraps of their lives and put them together to make something meaningful. Family. K would reach out to his mirror image only for it to do the same and meet him palm to palm. Flesh to flesh. Interlinked at last. Maybe the burden of what he has have done wouldn’t weigh so heavily on Six with someone else’s equally tainted hands on the stone beside his. Maybe the boulder wouldn’t roll back down the hill.

»{ Henry Letham x Sam Foster

No matter what, Henry is hell bound. He can’t imagine a happy ending for himself. He has woven a tangled web of destruction and self-flagellation that I think holds true even if he hadn’t been going through the events of the movie. He’s an artist with the flair for the extreme. He’s obsessive and ruminates over the same things over and over, wringing out every ounce of meaning. He assigns significance where there is none. Sam is a fixer. Despite his own mental well-being, he has to try to save others. He cannot sit by passively. It’s that kind of attitude that gets him crouching beside a dying man on a bridge at night. Outwardly, he has it all together, sensible. He is likely the model image of a good doctor, going above and beyond for those under his care. Henry would haunt Sam, consume his thoughts. Sam would let Henry infect him. They are intertwined and neither wants to truly break free. Henry finds a captive audience in Sam. He’s able to admit things to him he would never say to anyone else, couldn’t say to anyone else. Henry is Sam’s destruction in any reality. Sam will never not be too late to save Henry.

+ Shoutouts to Holland March x Jackson Healy. I really like the ship but would never write for it without my bestie, @danime25, collabing with me. It just doesn't scratch that itch in my brain in a way that makes me want to go solo.

Also, I'm not going to dive into ships I dislike here. I might be a hater, but I'm not going to hate publicly. This sideblog is for fun. We're all just celebrating the RyGos boys here so I just want to focus on what I do enjoy. ♪(´▽｀)

Feel free to share your thoughts. I'm always down to talk about these guys.

[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part ten

(guys i just realised i’ve had this thing marinating in my drafts for like a day i swear i posted it omg i’m so sorry anyways💀💀💀)

i go back to school on monday im literally gonna cry i cant do this any more like💀💀

anyways i just kind of wanted to say that bc its literally depressing me now but heres part ten of mastermind😍🙌🙌

i hope you guys enjoy it and i kinda hate the ending but i have too man things ti revise for in school so…

anyways love you guys😘😘😘

warnings: kinda gruesome in the beginning (like a tiny bit) and hurt/comfort but i think thats it!!

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His hands are frantic inside the sheets, trying to find your body. The damp hair falling into his eyes makes it difficult to see and his labored breathing isn’t helping either.

He sits up after feeling the cold side of the bed and shoves his hair back. His nightmares have only gotten worse the closer to Voldemort you get, memories from his father, leaving you, from the manor and fears of losing you plagued his mind every day. You were normally the only one to drag him from this kind of torture, keeping him close to your chest and speaking soothing phrases into his hair as your fingertips traced their own tattoos on his skin. But ever since he left that night he hasn’t felt that warmth and any progress you two had made in helping him get better was quickly washed away. Sometimes he’d be so distracted from the horrors he’d still think you were there; however even when his eyes adjust to the moonlit room you’re still nowhere to be seen, the spot on the bed empty and cold.

He throws off the blankets and grabs his wand on the desk next to the bed, frantic. He shakes the thoughts from his head. This was exactly like his nightmare, he’d awoken to discover you missing from his bed, only to find your bloody body laying on another bed.

He doesn’t even bother calling for help, his focus is on finding you, and quick.

The tent is eerily quiet tonight…or was it early morning? He couldn’t tell. He has a death grip on his wand, clenching so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He goes down the stairs, the cool air of the house causing the hair on his neck to stand and his fear grow. He tries to calm down, assume with a clean mind how and where to find you, but the nightmare was too vibrant, everytime he’d closed his eyes to try to take a chilled breath all he noticed turned into your lifeless eyes.

He can hear the crackling of the fire in the living room when he reaches the lowest of the steps, the warm light drawing him closer.

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while he sees you curled up on the massive sofa under a warm blanket with a book in your hands. You look up on the sound, alarmed, but your eyes quickly soften once they see Theo.

He watches your eyes go from adoring to confused when you notice the wand in his hand, pointing straight at you. 

Something’s wrong. You can immediately tell by his stance, rigid and stiff, not like he always is when hes just woken up, all soft and cuddly. His hair is a mess and from where you’re sitting across the room you can see his chest heaving.

“Theo?” your stomach drops. What’s going on? Was someone hurt? You quickly throw the blanket off, ready to rush over to him when his shoulders drop with relief. He tosses the wand to the armchair next to him as he stalks forward quickly.

You walk toward him as he comes in contact with you, holding you tightly, engulfing you into him as he kisses the top of your head and buries his head in your neck. You can feel his heart racing a million miles an hour as he breathes in deep, trying to calm down before his breathing got worse.

You tuck him into yourself, dropping the book you were reading to the floor beside you as your hand immediately finds his back, beginning your path, soothing circles into the firm muscle, the other carding through his wet and tangled hair. He pulls away for a second, eyes erratically scanning over you like they’re checking for wounds. And maybe they are, maybe he just needs to know that you are unharmed and in one piece, unlike whatever he had witnessed in his sleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmur when his heart rate has slowed down. His grip on you is still tight, clinging to you. If there was something wrong with Harry, Hermione or Ron or an attack on your tent he would’ve said already. You hadn’t completely forgiven Theo for that night but your heart still pangs with guilt for not being there for him when he tore himself from the nightmare, that while he was in pain, you were sitting here reading comfortably.

He shakes his head. Maybe not now, but tomorrow, when it’s not as fresh he’ll let you know what transpired in his terror, what shook him to his very core.

“It burns,” he says, pointing to his mark. You move your hands from their place on his back and trace the skin around the mark, providing relief that courses through his body.

For now though, on the comfortable sofa in the sitting room, he nestled closer to you, letting your hands soothe him back into a peaceful slumber.

For the first time in months, Theodore Nott had finally found comfort being back in your arms.

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The next day, Hermione and Ron had made milkshakes, chocolate and strawberry. They had also made a massive mess in the kitchen with their incessant arguments.

These were the only times you’d get to enjoy some times with your friends, you’d discover.

You sat on the kitchen counter next to Theo as he made burgers and fries for the two of you, the other three had left after finishing their milkshakes to talk to Mr. Lovegood.

“No add extra cheese on mine, it’ll taste good.” You added from your place up high, sipping the shake as Theo nods and says,

“Yes ma’am,”

Before walking over to the fridge to get extra cheese slices out to put in your burger.

“Do you think things would’ve been different if we hadn’t had this whole war?” You speak up, inturrepting the music in the background.

“In what sense?” Theo asks, plating the food.

“Like…do you think we would’ve still like…” you stall trying to find the polite words as Theo raises his eyebrows, looking confused.

“Hooked up, there I said it.” You say rolling your eyes at his laughter over your choice of words.

“Oh my gosh baby,” He says between laughs as you eventually join in, “Yes! Of course we would’ve. What, do you think it took a war for me to come back to you? I would’ve come anyway, there’s no way I’m letting you go like that. Wouldn’t have left anyways. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you but you’re it for me Y/n. You’re it.”

His watercolour eyes stare deeply into yours as he comes closer, the food and laughter long forgotten as you engulf him in a hug as he apologies again for leaving. His apologies are unending, as are your kisses on his neck in final acceptance.

After what feels like hours, you two finally break away from the hold as Theo brings the plates to the living room where you’ve already set up a movie and picked a place on the sofa.

You both lay next on opposite sides of the sofa, watching the movie as you eat, legs tangled together in comfort as you warm up your body with his.

“Can I have a taste of your burger?” You ask after a few minutes.

He nods and leans over and helps you take a bite of his food, he watches as your eyes light up and you smile at him sheepishly. He rolls his eyes with a grin before trading your plate with his.

“Thanks Teddy, yours tastes a million times better!” You give him a kiss on the cheek as he trades the plates and return to your movie, completely missing the adoration in Theo’s eyes at the nickname.

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It’s a few hours after and you are now comfortably napping in Theo’s arms as the movie plays in the background.

Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned ages ago but thought it’d be best to give you two some time alone.

As always, your comfort is cut short when you hear Hermione’s shrill scream, awaking you with a jolt, doing the same to Theo as he instinctively tightens his grip around you.

“What’s going on?” He asks as Ron runs in, the two of you quickly standing and grabbing your wands, “They’re back. The Snatchers are back, run!” Ron shouts as the three of you run out to help Hermione.

But she’s long gone. As is Harry.

“Ron! Theo!” You shout in panic, turning to your left to find Ron gone as well, only deepening your fear.

You shoot spells at the Snatchers until you hear, “Crucio!” from your right.

Everything’s moving too quickly and you barley have any time to react before something, or rather someone pushes you to the ground.

As you get up off the autumn leaves, wand ready to shoot at anyone in sight you see all the Snatchers disapparating. You shift your eyes down to the ground to see who had saved you from the unforgivable curse.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you quickly stumble to his place on the grounds, shaking and thrashing around in pain, trying to console it best he could as he claws his mark in agony and soft, painful whimpers escape his pink lips.

“No no no no no, Theo what have you done?” You whisper, straddling him and holding his face in your hands to try lessen the pain as tears escape your eyes.

“Shh, it's okay, it's okay Theo, they’re gone now, you’ll be fine.” You try comfort him, bringing his head into your chest, remembering that providing comfort is the only way to ease the cruciatus curse.

His breathing calms down after a while as you try and shield him from the cold air fluttering around you as you both cry into each others arms. Theo pulls away, staring into your eyes with his ever-captivating ones and says determinedly, “I’m not losing you. Not like this, not now, not ever. Never again, you hear me? I’ve already lost you once and I’ll be damned if I ever let you get hurt or lose you again. God baby, I just got you back I can’t let go of you now.”

✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

part ten done! lmk what you think and maybe repost if you want to it really helps🤡🫶🏽🫶🏽

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[bullet-prooflove]

Past Mistakes Part Thirteen: Lost Time - MIke Duarte x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @nessamc @jayblackpanther @mysoulisasunflower @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes @katluke25 @mydarkestsecretlol @evee87 @wooshwastaken @hearthockey @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @rosaliedepp @storiesofsvu @smellsliketeensspiryt @legit9thlunaticwarrior @xoxabs88xox @kiwiithecrazybird @spooky-pomegranate @chavez-ashley @telepathay @weiwei0210 @spaghettificationandpretzels @plaidbooks @irishavengersassemble

Past Mistakes Series:

Part One: Try - Mike turns back up in your life after three years apart.

Part Two: Hope (NSFW) - Mike and you get reaquainted.

Part Three: California - Mike and you discuss the past.

Part Four: Favours - Mike asks Liv for a favour.

Part Five: Choices - Mike comes face to face with someone from his past.

Part Six: Truth Hurts - Mike begs you to tell him the truth about what happened three years ago.

Part Seven: Sharing - Mike and Joe have a conversation.

Part Eight: Buried - Mike discovers that McGrath’s misdeeds go far futher than he thought.

Part Nine: Complicated - Mike discusses moving forward.

Part 10: Feral - Mike returns to the apartment to find you’ve disappeared.

Part Eleven: Torture - You wake up in the basement.

Part Twelve: Fire - You and Joe discuss moving forward.

Mike finds you sitting on the porch outside his house, smoking a cigarette as you watch him walk up the path. You recognise the pinched expression on his features, the way his lips purse together. You shoot Joe an apologetic look before he pushes himself up off the porch to intercept the other man. You blow out a stream of smoke as you watch the exchange. Mike’s clipped, fierce tone, his hands on his hips pushing back his jacket. Joe’s jaw clenches before he jabs his finger at you, his dark eyebrows furrowing. You see Mike exhale, the muscle in his cheek twitching before he turns his head to look at you.

Joe takes his leave, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jacket before he walks back towards the SUV.

“Don’t be too hard on him.” You say softly as Mike sits down alongside of you. “I made him bring me.”

“Mi vida.” Mike chides you. “You’re supposed to be on a plane to California.”

“You still hide your smokes in the same place.” You say instead, ignoring his words as you offer him the cigarette. He plucks it from between your fingers before taking a long drag.

“If they’re not in the house, I feel less inclined to smoke them." He tells you before hanging his head. “I wanted to be there tonight. I listened to everything over the radio. I’m sorry. I…”

“Mike.” You say softly, your fingers threading with his. “It’s ok.”

“No it’s not.” He says forcefully, his eyes stinging as he stubs out the cigarette in a half empty plant pot.  “I wasn’t there for you. Now and back then, when all that shit happened with McGrath. I can’t stop thinking about it, how you handled it all by yourself and I…” He trails off, his lips pursing together in a grim line. “I wasn’t there.”

“You’re here now.” You remind him, nudging him with your shoulder. “You found me; you got me out of there, you have no idea how grateful I am.”

“You don’t need to be grateful.” He tells you tilting your head towards you, his gaze meets yours. “I just want you to be safe, I want you to be able to live your life again without this thing hanging over you. It’s why Velasco was supposed to take you to the airport, why you’re supposed to be on a flight to California.”

“I can’t leave you Mike.” You whisper as your forehead comes to rest against his. “He’s taken so much from us already; I can’t let him take anything else.”

Mike’s fingertips trail along your jaw and you sigh as his thumb traces over the apple of your cheek, savouring the sensation of being in his presence. For the first time the two of you have nothing to hide, your relationship doesn’t have to be a secret, you can just exist in the same space with one another. You hadn’t realised how freeing that could be until this moment. He kisses you softly, there’s a tenderness in his kiss, one that he reserves only for you.

“We’re gonna be alright you know.” You murmur against his lips. “He can’t break us; we won’t let him.”

Mike kisses you again and this time there’s a little heat, just enough to ignite something inside of you. Your fingers thread through his hair, drawing him closer. He whines into your mouth before drawing away, his cheeks flush.

“Come inside.” Mike whispers against the corner of your mouth. “I wanna make up for lost time.”

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[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 9

welcome the the ninth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics. 

1. drive me to distraction by @freshia

“Don’t worry, I got all the necessities.” he says, reassuringly, as if that’s what Keith is worried about. And then: “And if you ever want to see your Fall Out Boy t-shirt again, you’ll get in the vehicle! This is a robbery.”

Where Keith is sort of kidnapped for a road-trip with Lance, and is sort of okay with it.

road trip? college au?? best friends to lovers?? pining?? endless tenderness but never saying it put loud?? sign me tf UP. the last lines will fucking kill me every time like i literally have to close my eyes and force myself to breathe deeply. theres something so endless about refusing to speak your feelings out loud but they know what you mean anyway. god.

2. The Courage of Stars by @derryhawkins

The Lions of Voltron can turn into actual lions. Who knew, right? When Allura tells them of this news, Lance is ecstatic. The only problem? Lance figures out that he somehow has one of the strongest bonds with Blue. To keep the others from feeling bad about their own progress, he keeps this information to himself.

It doesn’t take long for certain others to think he’s not taking everything seriously.

this one is more langst than team-as-family, but i still love it deeply. i like it bc it has some nuance for allura, some explanation as to why she struggles to badly to connect with the paladins in the beginning. im not sure the series was ever finished, but this work in particular was, and i loved it! the lance & blue megabond is a treat to read every time.

3. Solar Flare by @heavenlyfires

Accompanied by the scattered applause throughout the ballroom, Keith lifts a slim brown hand in his own and presses a lingering kiss to the palm.

"It’s good to see you, Lance,” he says.

His voice is raw; his face feels naked. Keith’s known for his poker face, but here, in front of Lance, he has no self control. His emotions are spilling over onto his face like tears, too strong to be constrained.

He looks into Lance’s eyes and that suddenly doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers, a gentle and devastating smile on his face. He reaches a hand up — soft, Keith notes — and tucks some hair behind Keith’s ear. His fingers trace a gentle path across Keith’s jaw; his eyes flick across his face but inevitably come back to meet Keith’s own, the blue in them impossibly seeming warm toned with the full fond force of Lance’s gaze.

“It’s good to see you, too,” Lance says.

Has Keith mentioned yet that he loves him?

"Solar flares occur when a buildup of magnetic energy... is suddenly released.” - Space.com

After almost two years of unbearable distance, Keith and Lance find themselves at a ball, together.

fuckin pining klance and binary star imagery, man. gets me every time. i love me some post canon green sock reality where everything is good and right and keith and lance are somehow still pining like dumbasses, but are whipped to the point of ridiculousness. absolutely love that for them. and the idea of klance as a binary star system will fuckin make me tear up every time fr bc they ARE they are a GOOD TEAM

4. Nine Blocks and To-Go Cups by @jackwillwrite

"Can I have...six things of expresso?" Lance asks.

"Shots?" Keith offers, although he dearly hopes that's not what Lance is asking.

(In which Keith isn't sure how he ended up as a barista working shifts in the god-awful hours of the morning, and Lance is a regular who somehow manages to make it bearable.)

im trying so desperately to hype this fic up and also not spoil it but let me tell u when u get the lil twist ending and the title finally makes sense u will be GAGGED. i know i was. i could not believe what i was reading i wanted to YELL. it was insane and my heart still gets all pumped when i think about it bc i was truly like NO FUCKIN WAY

5. a fissure in my vision by @ink-beneath-her-fingernails

"It appears... Well, the Ranithians were under the impression that we were all adults by Terran standards. When they realized that you four technically aren't, or at least not entirely, they decided to... test you."

"Test us."

Lance's voice is flinty; icier than any of them have ever heard him, and he wears a face to match.

It's not a question.

(Or: Sometimes, the Paladins can't account for everything that might happen. Sometimes, even allies with good intentions can lead to awful things. Sometimes, your own mind is your worst enemy.

And sometimes, being a Paladin really, really sucks.)

words cannot express how much this fic has haunted me. literally the worst possible reality without actually being the worst. yall think you’ve read a crossover before?? think again!! hunk and lance’s arcs especially knocked me fucking flat. like i was just aching for them so so badly. sometimes when i wonder what could be worse (in terms of how much it would suck for the paladins, not how it was written; this was written beautifully) than canon i remember the paladins could have suffered through this

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[tommy-thomas]

Sintax error AU- Chapter 1. Part 3.

Uncommon ally

Alphys, papyrus and undyne stand still, looking at the foreing placed door. The more undyne looked at it, the more she felt uneasy.

Something about that door, other than the fact it wasnt even supposed to be there in the first place, made a cold sweat go down her neck

"Since when theres a door here?" She asks

"It looks weird..." papyrus asked, looking just as nervous as her

"I found it has been some weeks, but thats not what i wanted to show" Alphys aproaches the door, opening it

Inside theres an impossible pitch Black void. Its sight filled undyne with a weird sensation. The felling of dread, and hopelessness

"Its inside it, i want you two to take a look at"

Undyne hesitates for a moment, not sure about entering whatever that was. She could fell papyrus behind her, waiting for her move.

As the Royal captain, she could not show fear, specially not in front of papyrus.

Holding her head high, she got trought the door, alphys and papyrus right behind

Inside there was an impossible big room, lit dimly even tho no light were able to be seen.

The room is filled with a variety of objects. A table with sealed flasks, the remainer of the content still on the bottom of each. A shelf filled with old cassete tapes. A broken glass dome sat in a table, burned papers on its side, an old bookshelf, and at last, a giant computer screen, connected to several other computer bases.

"What is this place?" Undyne asked, felling uneasy but morbidly curious. Everything seemed to move on its own, not always looking quite right.

As if not even the objects knew exactly where they should be.

"My recurring theory is that this place is some sort of pocket dimension, but i am not sure" Alphys around the room, wobbling around sure of her path "since i found this place, i have come quite frequently"

Papyrus looks around, tiping his hat nervous

"This place fells weird..." his voice trembles with uncertanty

"And how will this place help us exactly?" Undynes walk to the table with the flasks, taking one filled with a thick Black goo, looking at everything moving started to make her fell sick. Focusing on something would prevent the felling to get worse

"I dont know yet" alphys said, her voice sounded far

"You dont?!" Undyne put the flask down, trying to locate alphys, withouth success

"Not yet" she grabs a book off the bookshelf, briging it for undyne to see.

"This place have tons of book and reports, all filled by hand from someone unnamed"

She opens the book showing to undyne. The pages have long turned yellow, the ink faded leaving but a small trace of its existence.

"Whoever they were" alphys continues "made hundreds of books around the study of human and monster souls, mostly of it is in an old alphabet. I have been in the work of translating some of it"

Undyne takes a closer look. The ink appears do make some scriptures, made out of a diverse range of drawings. She couldnt read any of it, or even think how this could mean something

"I have only been into a small portion of it, but have already found a lot of new information" alphys closes the book, her blue eyes looking deep into undyne's "if i have extra help, im sure we can find something useful"

Undyne hold her breath. There it is, the woman she fell in love with. Pure determination flamming inside those deep blue eyes.

"You can count on us"

Suddenly, all the computer bases lit up, beeping with life. The giant screen lit showing only a small message

[ i n s e r t d t ]

Bent onto the keyboard was papyrus, his head down, hat on the buttons, not looking well

"Papyrus!" Undyne rushes to him, cursing to herself for leaving him alone

She grabs papyrus by the shoulder

"Paps? Are you ok?" He raises his head, confused and appearing sick.

"Ugh.. " He mutters, putting his hand on the head " evrything.. spinning"

Undyne holds him, sitting him carefully on the ground, keeping close. She wasnt the only one felling sick with this place.

"Papyrus you're a genius!" Alphys runs to them, shoving the hat to the side uncovering a small little hole that glowed strongly.

"I didnt knew it could be turned on!" Alphys looks at the buttons and screen in a misture of surprise and excitement, a smile plastered on her face

"Alphys-" something felt really off, as much as undyne didnt wanted to admit, she was scared.

This place wasnt suppose to exist, she could fell in her soul. The longest they stayed, the stronger it felt

"What is dt..?" Papyrus muttered, his eyes locked at the screen

"Its--" alphys began, but was cut Short by another voice

"Ị̑t̖͊s͙̔ ͎̋b̲̄ṷͮt͍̅ ̫͆t̗͛h̤ͯe͚ͮ ͉̄m̮̾o͓ͫs͎̅t͙̆ ̠̓ị̓m̘̑p̫͂o̮̔r͙̍t͕̾a͉͛n̰ͣt͔ͣ ͙̓t̖̅h͔̽i̝̎n͌ͅg̺̿ ̱̊ò̮f̥̂ ͎̑o̥ͥu̦ͫrͦͅ ̰͗e̘ͦx̳͗i̫͛s͕ͩt̮́êͅn͉̆c̟͊e̥͌!" A robotic squeaky voice boomes, the screen turns into a horrendous laughing face

Plant roots filled with thorns materialized around the screen, wobbling around withouth any type of sense.

In a single second hesitation, undyne evoked her Spear, pushing alphys back pointing at the screen ready for attack

"W̱͑ȍ̩ȁ̟h̞ͧ ̳̽w̼̿o̲̍ ̤̚ẁah there captain haha" the face boings around the screen, as if to imitate trembling, putting its roots up "no need go get a͓̽ ̜ͨg͎ͬ ͕̇r͇̒ ̘ͭe̤̓ ̖̉s̲̈ ̪̉s̹̋ ̘́i̞ͯ ͖̑v̫͒ ̰̃ȅ̩ ̬̀ now do we?"

"As MUCH as id love to smash your faces, i am here to simply talk" the face smiles, putting the roots down

"Who are you? What are you?! Are you in change of this place?!!" She demands loudly, putting her spear closer to the screen

It smiles smugly

"Howdy! Im Flowey, Flowey the flower! And i am here to help you guys!"

"Im sure y'all must be confused, but trust me. You're all going to love i have to say"

Is smiles confidently, undyne was more thsb ready to explode that thing in half out of pure spite

"Let him talk" papyrus says now standing up, he still looks weak, but his intentions are filled with anger

Undyne bites her lips, but lower the weapon

"Speak then, flowey"

"Finally, was felling a bit treathed back there!" it laughs, patting the roots on the ground

"Anyway- i know you guys are trying to find a way to.. well, kill the human"

"And dont get me wrong, i totally support killing that piece of shit. Buut you guys will never succeed at this rate." It snarks

"So, i decided to give a little help. By telling you guys where to actually start. Which iss-"

It moved the roots, poiting at the tiny shining hole

"Right here!"

It smiles proud of itself, ankward silence remains

"Ok i heard enough" undyne brings her weapon up again, ready to jam it on the keyboard

"heyͬ ͒h̓E̲̔Y̭ͤ ̣̍H̱̊Ė͚Y̜͋ ̘͗H̤͛E̼͐ỴͨH̬͆Ḛ̎Ȳ̮H͂ͅE̗̒Y͕̓ ̣̾N͈ͯO͔͂ ͓̌N͔ͭḘ̑E̘̓D͕ͧ ̩͊T͍ͯŌ͓ ̠ͧG͓̿É͓T͕͒ ̝ͩÂ̠G͔̽R̝̽E̲͊S̥͐S̱ͨǏ͙V̯̍E͇͌!̖ͦ!̯ͮ" The voice squeals, the face getting smaller trying to 'get away' of undyne

"Ī͉T̘̏ ͙̎M̱ͯA͖̽Y̱ͣ ̰ͩL̰͂O̦͐O͇̅K͙̎ ̰͒S̪͑T̼̍Ü͓P̟̌I͇ͭD̗ͨ ̦ͫḆͯU̼ͭT͓̅ ͖ͬL̻̓I̫͒S͛ͅT͉ͦE̳̚N͎͑.̓ͅ ̱ͣA͖ͫL͉̓L͓ͫ ̳ͦW̖͊Ė̦ ̻ͨN̺̔E̹ͧE͚̔Ď̺ ̼̄A̔ͅ ̺̔S̠̚M͍ͪA͍ͯḶͧL̃ͅ ̮̀L̠͌I̟̚Ṭ́T̮ͩL̙̈́Ē̟ ͕͋P̗̃I̦ͯE̦̓C̩̃E̝̎ ̫̎Ö̰F̦͂ ͆ͅT̺̐Ȟ̭E̮̎ ̦̓H͚̅U͔͋M̤ͥAͥͅN̫̍ ̙̍D̩ͤE̖̓T͙͐Ë̤́R͕̐M̞ͩI̫̔N̯͐Ả̭T̫́Ì̼O̝͒N̺ͯ,̳́ ̦̽T̗̍Ő͍ ͈̈́S̹ͪH͚̃ẠͦT̬͗T͉̾E͍͗R̯͌ ͚́İ̗T̤͆S̳̊ ͍ͪS̻̒O͎̿U̙͐L̞ͦ!!"

"Determination? Are you crazy?!" Alphys go in front of undyne, almost getting blastered making undyne jump back

"C̹ͧr͓ͫa̲ͯz̜̏ỹ̞?̘̀ ̞̅Ḿ̦a̩̿y͔̒b͔ͮe̙͗, l̯ͯȳ͉i̬ͦn͖̐g͕ͧ?̼̉ ̗̓N͖͛o̜̒t̟͑ ̘̔a͇̍t̗ͨ ͔ͦa̰̓l͇ͣl̰̏"

"Think with me. What's the only thing that can kill a human? Another human. But since we can't really get a human here, we just need something strong like one"

"But DT its stupidly hard to get, and my lab, even if i knew how to use the old machinery, is looked over 24/7 by the human. And even then we'd need to reach its soul!"

Alphys voice squeals as she get more and more agitated.

"Not exactly!"

"With only a drop of its blood, im sure we can get DT. As long as we drop it here"

Flowey points at the little hole again, grinning

"Still really hard to, dont you know what that thing is capable of?!" undyne sweat runs cold, what was that thing thinking?

"Oh i know silly" flowey snarks "thats why i will help to trap him if necessary. Of course i will be counting on you guys to bring him to the flower patch, on the ruins. To give the first attack and to do all the hard work, buuut im sure yall can handle it"

Flowey blinks it eyes rapidly, as if trying to imitate a cute face. Failing miserably

"Why should we trust you?"

Papyrus sound angry, he holds himself on undyne, who is more than happy to fell him close

"Ẉ̷͐h̴̭̀a̧̞̒t̨̗ͫ ̵̙̂o̥ͭ͟t̂͟ḧ̵́e͂҉r̢ͫ ̷̳ͭcͤ͜ȟ̷o̊͢i͌͠cͨ҉e̥͐͡ ̡͈̃dͥ͜o͒҉ ̭͆̕ỹ͡o̢̥̽u̵ͭ ͎ͫ͘h̸̤ͯa̛͌vͥ͏ē̴?͆͡" Flowey laughs as everything fades away

When they came back to their senses, they were back at the original door, now with the familiar floor and walls they were used to.

Papyrus promptly bends down and throws up, shaking like a bamboo stick.

Undyne assists, not really know what to do other than give support. She herself was confused and still processing what happened.

The face, that place, so many things felt off.

And flowey the flower didnt looked nothing like a flower

"Lets do this" alphys looks at them serious "theyre right, what choice do we have?"

"We may not have another choice for now-" papyrus cleans his mouth with the back of the hand "doesnt mean we wont find any other!"

"I dont trust that guy, not at all"

Hes angry, looking at undyne intensely

"Do you undyne?"

She blinks for an instant, thinking.

It is truth that the whole thing was a mess

That place made no sense in any type of way, and the weird giant talking computer.

Attacking the human... getting its blood. Even with help she was sure they couldnt make it, no way they could defeat the human.

Yet, something burned inside her.

The honor of a knight, the vow to protect no matter what. The weight she swore to carry, until her body turns into dust.

"I dont trust the 'flowey' guy, but shes right. We need to try"

Undyne set her hand on papyrus shoulder, trying to comfort him

"You dont need go come, it will be dangerous, suicidal, and you have a brother to come back to"

She smiles

"Its not a shame to go back"

Papyrus look at her with suprise at first, then anger, then understanding

"No we.. we need to do this together"

He looks at undyne, not a single doubt in his voice

"Its settled then" she gets up, looking at both of them " tomorrow night we reunite at papyrus house, be sure to not get followed"

They both nods in agreement and a knot get made on her stomach.

What if she just sealed their deaths?

[wmarximoff]

Ive been wondering, would DFTR!R be any different if they had daughters instead of sons? I feel like somehow it would make things a lot more complicated , im really curious to know.

Okay, I had to think about it a bit to be able to answer this, but here goes:

To think about it first it is necessary to trace what it is that makes R the way she is (what it is that fuels her violent impulses). Of course, there's the fact that R does suffer from psychopathy, but that's not what necessarily makes her a murderer (after all, it's possible to be a psychopath without becoming a murderous maniac), R likes to kill because it's a very fucked up to gain power over someone's life, to have possession of control in the face of a person's will to come and go. By attracting, deceiving, torturing and killing other women, she is both gaining the control that was denied her during childhood, and ensuring that no one will ever abandon her willingly.

This goes back to R's parents, especially the deep resentment she harbors towards her controlling mother. While R's fury comes from her father (he only physically hurt her once, but that man certainly knew how to yell at a child), her insecurities come from her mother. She would never be enough, she would never please, she would never live up to her mother's expectations.

Then this neglected, downtrodden child grows up and unintentionally kills her first girlfriend at boarding school when the girl says she wants to break up with her. After this discovery about how to maintain control that her mother has always deprived her of, and that if she ends up with other girls' lives they won't leave her, R then finally got on the path to being what she is - well, crazy.

So if in the future R and Wanda ended up having two daughters and not two sons, surely things would be more complicated than they already are with Billy and Tommy.

You see, first of all R didn't even want to have kids and Wanda took that right of choice away from her. Wanda deprived her of control of her own life, something that left R totally helpless, especially since this is something her mother used to do when she was a child. R already had trouble connecting with the twins when they were born, but if they were girls (girls who look like her physically), her cold neglect would surely turn to hate. She never hated Billy and Tommy, she was just really pissed off at Wanda and they were a miserable consequence of that, but if they were girls… R wouldn't handle it at all.

If with boys she even tried to keep up her good looks, it wouldn't be like that if they were girls. The coexistence at home between her and Wanda would be openly violent and their marriage would quickly decline from there, and R wouldn't make a point of even trying to connect with her daughters. In a way, she would end up becoming the worst of her mother. Which would likely mean that R and Wanda would end up killing each other sooner than if the girls were Billy and Tommy.

Maybe R would freak out for good and try to hurt the kids and that would make Wanda kill her? Maybe Wanda left R in a catatonic state so he wouldn't have any more problems with her and still have the "perfect family" she always wanted with R? Maybe R would just go away and leave everyone else behind (because let's face it, R is a self-centered idiot, she would be quite capable of doing that)? There are so many possibilities… and they're all so fucked up.

[sicjimin]

If your still writing BTS X Y/N then I have request. What if y/n was feeling sick before soundcheck and the boys were all worried for her but they must practice fir tonight’s show. And this is when they took turns for solos on stage so y/n boyfriend (jungkook) was on stage while the others waited in the back for their turn. And they’re all watching JK on the screen but they notice Y/N is quiet. They see she’s looking pale and have her sit on the couch. She lets them know she’s feeling like she’s going to be sick so they push a trash can by her and stay by her side while she is sick and dizzy until Jungkook gets off stage and it ends with the couple cuddling in the spare room while the others bring them meds and foods for her stomach flu. Mostly Jimin and Yoongi caretakers while a jungkook is away but If you can have all the members sprinkled in I would be happy 😊

a.n : thank you for the request anon, and im sorry for not being able to fit all of the member to be the caretakerksdjksd 7 is a lot TT and i hope you don't mind i use they/them pronouns on here (all of my y/n works always use they/them pronouns) as i think y/n is about other people pov, and it would be .. fitting to use a gender neutral pronouns. hehe, this is just my preference :) i hope you like it !

You groans, biting back curses on the tip of your tongue when you heard a knocking on the door—along with multiple bell ringing that adding to headache pulses through your skull. Gosh, can they be patient?

"Coming!", You croaked out, trying, even though you know person on the other side won't hear it. You hiss in pain, as you pull yourself to wake up from the bed, feeling your whole joints aching—definitely against you walking or moving around. But you push through as the knocking just become more impatient. "Wait!", You speaks again, louder this time, and latched with much of frustration.

You tug the blanket closer. The cold from the tile creeping up from your feet, as you traces your path—palms swiping the wall when you rely to it to walk, with that, you won't fall as the world is spinning under your feet. "Who is it?", You murmurs, barely grasps the figure from the camera. But you don't have it in you to care enough who it might be—maybe it's just delivery man or something. You just hope it isn't your boyfriend because you look like shit with fever and cold knocking your ass.

You open the door, and it feels like cold wind knocking your lungs and you wan't to run away—and for the floor to open a hole so you can hide forever in there. "J-Jungkook?"

"Hi!", Jungkook's sweet voice seeps through his masks. Despite his bucket head, you still can see his eyes crinkled as he smiles. "Wait, you haven't get ready yet?"

"Huh?", You freeze, momentarily forget how shit you looks, "Ready for what?", you trails off, unsure. It seems like your brain has delayed to process some infromation as it took you some times before you gasps—"Ah .. fuck, it's today?!"

Jungkook chuckles, "In 3 hours .. to be exact"

"Shit", You curses, starts to panic. "I'm sorry it slipped my mind but i can get ready in an hour i just—gosh, i haven't even let you in, please—"

"Baby .. breathe..", Jungkook says, cutting you through your rambles as he steps in. "We still have a lot of time, i don't mind waiting for you. But ..", he trails off, looking at you intently. And you hope it was a fever that make your cheeks flushed and heat spread through your face. "Are you okay?", he asks, "You look pale"

"Just .. have a cold, but i'm fine, i will get—", you clear your throat, and again got stop with your words as Jungkook reaches, brushing your dampen hair to places his cold palm against your forehead.

Jungkook frowns when he feels abnormal heat spreading on his skin. "You're burning up. We can cancel this, i mean, you don't have to come"

You sighs—definitely look like a deflated baloon as your shoulder slumps, "But i want to .. i have promised this to you, and this is your first in person concert after 2 years and i want to be there", you mumbles, unconciously pouting.

"But you're sick, love .. and it's winter now. It's gonna be cold", Jungkook sighs, already knowing that he can't win this argument as he's used to your stubbornness.

"I can bundled up! I will take medicine! I will be fine! And if something happen your team have medic", you grins, gaining a flick on your forehead from your boyfriend. "What are you saying?! And what do you mean by "will"? You haven't eat anything yet?", Jungkook asks, mortified.

"I ... haven't had energy to do that .. yet", you murmurs.

"Gosh (y/n) .. what am i gonna do with you?", Jungkook groans. "Now .. can you cleaned up first? I will make you something and prepare your medicine. Then we can go"

"We can go? okay!", You excitedly respond, "I will be quick", you says before ready to run for the bathroom. But you were forgetting how you're latched with dizziness. One step, and you gasps as your feet can't seem to find it's right footing. "Careful", Jungkook hold you by your arms just in time. "What's wrong?"

"Dizzy ..", You murmurs, taking a deep inhale. You can hear Jungkook sighs, before ruffling your hair and guides you to the bathroom, and retreat himself to the kitchen to prepare food. "I feel like i need to retract my decisions", Jungkook mumbles.

"No!"

***

"It's cold", You tug your coat closer after you stepped in into Jungkook's car 30 minutes later.

"You have fever, love", Jungkook says—and you pouts. "Ready?"

"Mhm"

20 minutes in, you starts to feel dizzy. You closes your eyes, letting your body relax as faint noises of the radio buzzing through the car. Maybe if you can steal some nap, you will feel better soon. And you won't make Jungkook to pull over or worse—throw up in this million won car. "How long until we arrived?"

Jungkook looks at you, "We still have 40, if the traffic is fine", he hums, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm .. just a little bit dizzy", You mumbles, shifting on your seat to get yourself comfortable. "I will have a nap .. if that's okay?"

"Sure", Jungkook answers, reaching for your hand, and take it on his—giving it a rub. "I will wake you up if we're there"

You mumbled a small thank you, before trying to make sleep comes for you.

.... But it's hard. Maybe you did get few minutes—you don't know for sure. And you blame this to your fever. It was always hard for you to get a long and fulfilling sleep if you're not feeling well.

And now you're feeling even more worse and groggy. You whimper quietly, shifting on your seat, again, as you feel even more dizzy—and it's start to affecting your stomach. "Kook ..", you call out, "How long again?"

Jungkook startled, not expecting you to already awake from your slumber, "Huh? You're awake? Still 30 minutes again, love .. you can sleep more"

"Do you have bag?", You asks instead, slowly sitting up straight as your nausea spiked.

"What? You feel sick?"

You hums, your hands start hovering over your lips—just in case. "I don't know .. i might", you mumbles.

Jungkook looks at you, then pointing the comparment in front of you, "Maybe i have one there?"

You nods, fumbling with the comparment and indeed finding one. You take it, holding it tight on your laps as you rest your head against the cool window, counting your breath. You don't want to throw up—in the car, and in front of your boyfriend. No. Jungkook has seen enough of your gross state.

You almost flinch when a hand rubbing your arms, "Do you want to go back? I can turn around", Jungkook says, worry evident in his tone.

"No no .. it's okay. We're halfway th—", Your eyes widen, before quickly open the bag on your hand and ducked your head in it, just in time for a nauseating burp to comes out. You shuddered, feeling gross with the sensation. "I'm sorry ..", you murmured, muffled with the bag—as you shoves Jungkook's hand away from you. "I think i'm going to thro—", your stomach lurch, causing you to also sway forward as a big wave of food you take earlier slosh into a bag. You gasps, choking in an air before you belches, more bigger stream pouring audibly, adding the weight on your grip.

"Baby .. breathe", Jungkook murmurs beside you, his hand moving up and down against your arched back. "Let it out .. it's okay"

“Kook ..” you chokes out, as a harsh retch make your hair fall down. Jungkook quietly tucked it in, while murmuring comforting words and reminds you to take a breathe. But it falls into a deaf end—as you're too busy to comprehend your surrounding, more sick gurgled up your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut as every heave rocked you harsh, jolting your body forward to complies the force that your stomach make. Your knuckles have turned white from how hard you gripped the bag. Each wave make tears leak onto your cheeks. You must have look horrible right now.

It took you few more minutes before your stomach deemed it enough. You lift your head, taking a generous fresh air as much as you can, while sniffling, and wiping your wet cheeks. "Shit .. i'm sorry", you croakes out, "Gosh .. that was gross .. i'm sorry", you groans. Completely mortified.

But your boyfriend just chuckles on you, "Why are you sorry? It's okay .. you're sick", he says, "Feeling better now?"

"A little ..", you mumbles.

"There's a bottle water, take it to rinse your mouth", Jungkook says, "I'm speeding up a bit, so we can arrive faster, okay?"

***

Backstage and concert seems just as hectic as every documentaries or bangtan episode you have watched. As soon as they arrived, Jungkook has been swept left and right either by his members, staff, and make up artists—leaving you to sit and look around on the couch.

You can't say you feel bothered by it though, because you're actually grateful—as you can sit and relax your sick body, and no one will questioned you if you're being quiet or something. Everyone is too busy.

You chuckles as you catch Jungkook looks at you guiltily few times. But you brush him off, enjoying to look at him and everyone moving around on their own pace, hustling and mumbling everything. It's fascinating, after years of seeing stuff like this only from the screen. You even get a chit chat with Jimin and Hoseok—as they cheerily greets you, even teasing you that gained a glare from Jungkook. "Stop disturbing them!", Jungkook shouts from his seat while the make up artists pampered him with foundation.

It was nice. Everything was nice—but it will be so much better, way lots of better and fun, if you're not sick. You quietly leave your seat when they leave for soundcheck—as your stomach begging to expel the remaining food in your body.

"Where's (y/n)?", You heard Jungkook's voice when you come back from the bathroom. You didn't expect for this round of vomiting to happen that long. Your stomach is really acting up on you—everytime you thought you were done, it found more to bring up. You were sure you even threw up your lunch yesterday.

"I'm here", You croaked out, voice small and still scratchy after throwing up. Jungkook turn around so fast, and hurrying to you. He halts on his feet, examining you—"Did you throw up again?", he asks, straight forward.

Blush creeped up to your cheeks. Gosh, you must look horrible if he can tell this fast. "Yeah ..", you mumbles, unconciously wrapped your arms around your middle.

"You sure you don't want to go to the doctor?", Jungkook asks again, holding your shoulder as he guides you to the couch. "You're really pale, love .. or you want the medic to check up on you?"

Your eyes widen, "No no no .. no need to make it a big deal, i'm fine .. i swear, just my stomach giving me a hard time, but i will be fine", you rambles.

"Jungkook is right, (y/n) .. you look pale, and it's better to get our medic to check up on you", Jimin chimes in beside you—looking up from the script in his hand. Almost makes you jump as you clearly didn't realized Jimin was there.

"No .. it's fine, really", You assures, not wanting to make a big fuss over your stupid sickness. That would be too much hassle for them, that preparing their concert in few hours. No .. you can't bother them.

Jungkook sighs, handing you water bottle, and dotes on you until he's once again got pulled away for final touch up and last call meeting. "I will go now, watch from here. And if you need anything, call for the staff, okay?"

"Good luck", You says, scrunched your nose when Jungkook ruffles your hair before he goes.

***

It's hard to enjoy the concert when your body is screaming. You were able to enjoy for the first part—still bounce on your seat and singing along. You even cheered for them and share your excitement with Seokjin and Hoseok when they coming to the backstage to change.

You feel so much worse for the second part. Your fever spiked up, and the coat you've been wearing is not helping your case as you can feel your teeth clattering behind your lips. You curled your body smaller—starts to feel like your head filled with cotton. Fuzzy. And heavy. Your seat is spinning .. the room is spinning, and the loud noises from the TV, stage, and audience starts to overwhelmed your senses. Adding to the low thump under your eyes. You ducked your head—resting it against the couch head rest. Not having anymore energy to keep up with the stage.

And before you can prevent it, you lost to sleep.

***

You don't know how long you have been out, when someone taps your shoulder.

"(y/n)? hey? are you okay?"

You stirs awake, hissed in pain as headache slams your head mercilessly. You shakily brings your hand, peeking from the coat you've been wrapping to your body, to massage your temples. "Huh?", you blearily asks. "Oh .. i'm sorry", you mumbles. Shifting on your seat to sit more .. properly, and to make yourself more, awake.

"Are you okay?", Yoongi asks, quietly assesing you. "It's almost Jungkook's solo stage, i figured you must want to see it", he continues.

You gapes dumbly. Your brain tend to take things slowly when you're sick—that's when you realized, everyone but Jungkook is there. Chattering on the couch or in front of the TV, or in front of the mirror. "Ah .. thank you for waking me up .. i'm sorry i fell asleep"

Yoongi shrugs, "It's okay, being here can be tiring", he says, "But are you okay? You look rather pale .. like you might pass out anytime soon"

"I feel a little bit dizzy", You musters a small smile, "But it's fine"

Yoongi hums, not pressing anything else as the chants increased and the stage dimmed, before the intro starts playing.

You gapes, feeling amazed with Jungkook's solo stage—everything in there is just .. perfect.

"Close your mouth, a fly might come in", Someone nudge your side, make you jumps lightly. "I know your boyfriend is really good"

"Jimin, stop bothering them", Yoongi snickers.

"You're no fun hyung", Jimin bites back, throwing himself to the couch. Your cheeks flushed, finding nothing to respond. You turn your attention back to the stage. Jungkook is on the chorus.

**

"Are you okay?"

You snaps from your daze, realizing that you have been really quiet—you don't even realize that Jungkook's stage is almost over.

You gulps down, shaking your head as the feeling has been too unbearable. "Dizzy ..", You mumbles quietly, "Do you have bag .. or anything? I'm not feeling good"

You feel guilty with how Yoongi's eyes going wide, then he scampered to find something. You shut your eyes when Yoongi goes somewhere—begging your stomach to hold back a little bit as you gagging quietly over your hand.

"Here", You opened your eyes when you feel something shoved on your laps, and you didn't get a chance to say anything before you pull it closer to your chest, gripping it tight, and ducked your head low just in time as you gag harder.

"(y/n?!)", You heard Jimin's yelps beside you, and hands patting your back—but again, you're too busy complying your stomach wants to respond anything. You just hope they won't be too grossed out by you after this.

You belches, and immediately a copious gush of vomit spray from your lips. You barely had time to take a breath before a second and third wave spewed out. You shakily wrapped your left hand around your stomach. It hurts.

"Done?", Yoongi asks, brushing your hair that starts falling down.

You shakes your head, lifting your head a bit to get a breathe of fresh air in. "No .. more ..", you muster before your lips quivered as nausea batted you harsh—causing you to cough wetly before it morph into a gag fit for awhile. You sucks a deep breath, shutting your eyes close as you feel liquid moving up to your throat, before you lean forward, ejecting a shower of chunks. It splatters loudly against the bin. The flow stopped after just a few seconds, before you give a last one heaves—a big wave of water rushing out.

That was harsh.

You pants, lifting your head and push the bin away. You didn't get to see who's the one that taking the bin as suddenly the weight on your laps disappearing. "Baby!"

You opened your eyes, seeing Yoongi walk somewhere with the bin, Jimin handing you tissue and water, and .. "Kook?"

He's still sweaty, and just like you—panting for air as he just got off the stage and just finished performing. Jimin ruffles your hair and give a pat on Jungkook, "Tell the medic, asks for medicine", he says to no one in particular before he stepped away to get a final touch. Yoongi sits there silently, but never leaving his gaze from you, as Jungkook then dotes on you.

"Bring them to the rest room, Kook-ah", Yoongi chimed in, "So they can sleep comfortably"

Jungkook nods, taking your hands, "Come on .. can you stand up?"

You weakly nods, having no energy to argue as you're still too out of it—and ideas of sleeping and laying down sounds too tempting to be ignored now.

You let a relieving sigh as your back hits the mattress, immediately curling yourself small. "Come here", Jungkook says, tugging your sleeve, and helps you to positioned your head to rest over Jungkook's chest. "I'm sorry .. i become a bother here", you mumbles after few minutes of silence. You noticed some of the staff peeked in back and forth, they must be looking for Jungkook. "Sshh .. you better sleep. I still have times before our next stage"

"You should go, it's fine"

"Later"

You hums, nuzzling yourself further—too tired to argue or think. You could enjoy this few minutes you can take to cuddles your boyfriend. And before you know it, you're lulled to sleep.

***

"You didn't leave?", You yelps as you stir awake, and realized that you still cuddled up against Jungkook, before hissed in pain as headache hits you straight again at your sudden movement.

"Sshh .. slow down", Jungkook chuckles, "And what are you saying? The concert is over"

You gapes, before groaning—burying yourself further against the pillow, "Gosh .. i missed everything"

"At least you watched my stage", Jungkook laughs, running his fingers through your hair. "Feeling better?"

"Mhm .. the medicine starts working", you mumbles. You still feel dizzy and extremely exhausted, but at least there's no longer overwhelming nausea pooling on your stomach—just a little bit ache and cramps. "Yoongi and Seokjin hyung leave a food for you. Want it?"

You stares at it, "Can we take it home? I don't trust myself to eat anything yet"

Jungkook shrugs, "Sure, wait here, i will tell the staff to pack it up", he says as he stands up, "And maybe i can lure hyungs to make more for me"

***

Ok my brain stops here .. im sorry anon, but let's imagine that they went home and Jungkook stays over to take care of them ^^ like making sure they are truly recovered ~

[nanigma]

I know it's been a while but if youre still up for answering some questions im curious what your answers to 14, 31 and 32 is.

How did I not see this ask before?? Sorry anon. Uh let me dig up that questionnaire..

14. Something you really don't like about this series?

Well more of the recent trend towards player pandering. It's definitely more pronounced with avatars, but Alm also showed traces of this treatment in SoV. I legitimately feel like the devs don't want you to feel bad anymore, because it would ruin the power fantasy. See: Being able to recruit almost every student in 3H even in the cases where it doesn't make sense.

As we have seen in Hopes now.. this can come at the cost of making the players feel bad in entirely different ways. By trying so hard to make people not be sad that "they" i.e. Byleth isn't the center of the world anymore, they made most of the plot and the "conclusions of the spin-off unrewarding and frustrating. Because nobody gets to be happy without Byleth us.

If we go by game mechanics, it's definitely weapon durability. It just leads to loads of annoying inventory micro-managing.

31. Some moments of Fire Emblem you keep thinking of?

Oh there is plenty, but I'll limit it to one from each game I played.

Sacred Stones: I'd have to say L'Arachel's entire introduction. She is such a memorable character and I love her to bits.

Path of Radiance: The cutscene at the start of the gathering of the Laguz Royals. It's just so epic and does a really awesome job of introducing the Laguz factions and showcasing their different backgrounds and stances towards each other. I love the laguz in general so of course this would be a favourite. haha

Radiant Dawn: Can I say the opening cinematic? Cause it's the best in the series imo. It really gets you pumping and teases a lot of the good stuff ahead of time. (cheating so I can have more moments up here) I won't be more specific, cause I have a mutual I gotta show it to first.

Awakening: Emmeryn's death. That cutscene really hit hard. I really like how it was animated too.

Fates: Oh gosh so many moments. If I really have to pick one, I'd say it's the reveal of possessed Takumi at the end of Conquest. It's a very chilling and creepy scene, especially once you know it's basically an animated corpse you are facing. Truly tragic fate for my fave, but it still sticks in my head.

3 Houses/Hopes: Just putting these together, uh... I'd have to say the scene at the start of AM's post timeskip where you find Dimitri. It's especially memorable for me, because I got to it after a 12 hour gaming marathon at 5 am. Let's just say it made an impression right before I zonked out in bed.

32. What direction you wish this series would take?

Honestly, I'll just be glad if they take something away from 3 Hopes and that is 1) Shez worked a lot better than Byleth simply due to being an actual character and not the center of the entire plot. 2) Radically diverting from an established characters personality is a bad idea. 3) Pandering towards a character to the point where you warp the plot around them to suit their needs is also a bad idea.

That would really help. I would also like it if they somehow recaptured Tellius sense of storytelling, but I am not holding out hope.

Anyway, sorry again for the very late answer. Hope you still liked it.

[firstdegreefangirl]

For the sentence ask game, “should I wear the green or black?” - Lucy to Tim

@the-wardrobeintocamelot the stars were definitely the right choice.

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“Are you almost ready? The reservations are at 8, and it’s already 7:15!” Tim stands at the kitchen counter, adjusting his shirt cuffs as he calls to Lucy, who – last he checked – has completely taken over their bed trying to choose a dress to wear to dinner. 

He doesn't know why it’s taking her so long to decide, as if she doesn’t always look incredible, even a baggy sweatshirt and stolen sweatpants.  

“Just a second, I’ve almost decided. What do you think,” Lucy’s voice grows closer, until she emerges from the bedroom with a clothes hanger in one hand, a pair of strappy black heels dangling from the other. “Should I wear the green or the black?” 

Tim turns to look, ready to offer whichever option will get them out the door fastest. The sooner they go to dinner, the sooner they’re home, and the sooner whichever dress Lucy settles on will wind up on the bedroom floor.  

But as soon as he sees Lucy, he stops in his tracks, taking a half-step back to balance himself against the counter. She’s standing barefoot in the hallway, but dressed to the nines otherwise. The black dress stops halfway down her thighs, layers of sheer fabric puffing out of a sparkly gold neckline.  

Though neckline might not be the right term, he thinks, given that hardly any of it actually touches her neck. The V-shaped front is deep enough that she must not be wearing anything underneath, and that thought is enough to make him think about cancelling their reservations altogether.  

He’s had the reservations for weeks, though, and he knows how excited Lucy is to try the new restaurant in Beverly Hills. They’re serving a real menu, with options for every course, and enough food that they’ll both leave full and satisfied.  

He can see right through the sleeves to her toned arms underneath, airy clouds covered in the same fabric from the skirt, but sparkles to match her chest. 

There are galaxies on her skin, tiny stars tracing paths Tim would give anything to follow with his fingers. He watches them shimmer as Lucy moves, the hallway light making the shimmer even more golden.  

In the hollow of her neck sits another star, on a fragile gold chain, Polaris with a shimmering white center. He knows its place well, knows the feel and the taste of the skin underneath. The North Star, a homing beacon, never so accurate as it is here.  

Tim’s brain stutters to a stop, trying to absorb every detail of Lucy’s look, her personality, the way she lights up the room, all at once. It overloads his senses, takes everything he has just to keep himself from pulling her into his arms right now, making good on the paths he wants to draw across her skin.  

Instead, he stares, frozen in place by the her intensity. 

When she starts waving her arm, the sparkles cast reflections on the wall, little golden specks giving her a backdrop to match her dress. Back and forth, back and forth, moving gradually closer until she’s right in front of Tim, lips moving just inches from his face. 

Why are her … is she talking to him? 

“-im? Hello? Earth to Tim?” She’s smiling, when he finally looks up at her face, snapping her fingers in the space between them. He lets himself reach forward and wrap his hands around her waist. 

“Hmm?” He has no idea how long he stared, but it was long enough for Lucy to notice, obviously.  

“Which should I wear, the green or the black?”  

Only then does Tim remember the hanger in her hand, when Lucy steps back and holds it up. It’s a long green dress, almost as alluring at the one she’s wearing now.  

And … he thinks he’s seen it before. 

“Is that the one you wore to …" 

“Angela’s wedding? Almost-wedding? Yeah. I figured I never got a chance to wear it for an actual event, so I should find a time to really show it off.” 

“I dunno, that day was plenty eventful.”  

“Kidnappings aren’t events, Tim. They’re crimes. But anyway, green or black?” 

“Hmm … I think … it’d be a crime for you to take off the black one.” He takes the hanger from Lucy and hooks it along the top of the refrigerator. They can put it away later; in the meantime, he pulls Lucy close again. “At least, until after dinner. Then, I think we can make an exception.” 

[devotion-disorder]

heya! love you character desgins—recently got into DOL and your art is just *chef’s kiss* here are some of my personal hcs i think you might like:

- whitney is actually a year older than the PC because about two years ago one of their gang members/school friends disappeared without a trace. it made them really upset and their already tumultous school life got so bad that they got held back.

- bailey grew up in the same orphanage he currently runs. he still hates the loft.

- eden and avery are brothers. eden is older and hates society. avery tries to pretend his sibling doesn’t exist: he was the golden child of the family.

Thank you, anon! Im glad you liked my art, that's very sweet of you <33

I love your hcs! They’re quite similar to what ive kinda always had in mind! I try to draw Whitney looking a tad older than the rest of the school LIs because he probably got held back a year or two, but I especially love the idea that he was held back because he cared about his delinquent friends🥺 we love to see some soft Whitney in this house!!!

oohh i love the ANGST of Bailey growing up in the orphanage...it makes a lot of sense actually, for him to treat the orphans how he was treated many years ago...I wasn’t sure about Bailey at first, but the bastard is growing on me.

Eden and Avery being related is a hc that ive never thought of :0 I think Eden does mention knowing someone in the past in some scenes... if they were related, you wouldn’t be able to get Avery to admit to this to save his LIFE lol. Its interesting to think what happened to make them go practically opposite paths :00

[modx-reborn]

ayup, 💌 anon again!

im just gonna ramble for a little and then get to the point, sooo, i recently got a girlfriend (boyfriend, s/o, ((they use all pronouns))). been feeling really giddy and happy because he so nice :].

anyways i've been thinking about argbur, hear me out. so he's been gone for a while to chase that editing job for jack, and when he finally comes back home, he sees you touching yourself. he takes you to be punished but he's really touch starved so it just turns into fluffy smut. this wont be the last you see of me today! i've got a couple more ideas up my sleeve

-💌, who is knee deep in bursona brainrot.

💌! Congrats on the new partner!!! Here's to experiencing you getting everything and more from them!

Oooo the first bit of ArgBur! I will have to go back and rewatch those videos soonish.

He had been gone for so long, it seemed like months but was most likely just weeks since he had run off to chase some editing job, something he felt he had to do. Sure seeing him have such passion was endearing and you had encouraged him to chase it, but nothing would have made you think it would take him from you for so long.

Loneliness builds certain needs beyond normal and thus that's how you are found, sleep pants pushed just enough down your legs and shirt pulled up and held in place by how you have arched, hands busy between your legs fingers just barely tracing against your skin, following familiar paths that he would use to make you beg for him, imagining it was his hands not your own to make up for the ache left behind by your dear leaving you for so long.

With your mind lost to the feeling of finally getting to dispel your need, there is no way you would have been able to hear the door to your bedroom open, in the dim light had you the mind to look you would have seen him. Standing in your doorway, his usual large jacket thrown over his arm and grey sweater more rumpled than usual and his eyes glued to where your hands lay.

"You know I thought I could leave you alone while I was away, and here you are... Hands down your pants, too needy to wait for me? Or were you trying to put a show on for me, hmm?"

The tail end of his sentence and the feeling of cold fingers wrapping around your wrist is what snaps you out of your stupor, eyes snapping to his form as he looms over you, pushing your hands out of the way and crawling up onto the bed with you. Letting his eyes roam over your form, hands following the same path, taking in what he had missed and trying to form something else to say.

When words fail him its actions he falls back on, letting roaming hands turn to harsh grips that pull you up and into his lap, mutters of ownership and possession laid into your skin as he presses kiss after kiss into your skin, looking to mark whatever asking was available and bare for him to attack.

Too soon for you to enjoy the possession and harsh grips turn soft, hands easing how they hold you, lips pressing sot kisses that trail over the marks he had left lazily driving up to your lips, it's chaste at first before the passion pours through. His words that follow the kiss speak more of need, of missed nights, and of a need to be close, skin to skin contact to make up for all that had been forgotten in his drive for something else.