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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - A Ted Nivison x Reader (Lemon)

{{-Here we are folks. We've finally reached the first smut chapter, Chapter. I ain't gonna say much except definitely go and read Chapter 5 before this one cause it's somewhat necessary. All other chapters will be listed at the bottom. Enjoy 😊 pls don't ban me-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic, Reader is implied to be afab and under 5'5

Chapter Warnings: PURE SMUT. IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 GO AWAY. Heavy kissing, fingering, Ted giving head, passionate shii, finishes inside, whole noin yawds\\

Word Count: 4.9k (y/w)

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Chapter 6: No Cameras

Ted is looking at me with this stupid half-smile on his face, knowing full well he had caught me red handed. I'm scrolling through my panicked mind to find some sort of excuse that'll make sense, but I don't think I can talk my way out of this one.

"You fuckin' did, didn't you?" Ted asks, his smile only getting bigger the longer I take to answer. He's keeping his eyes on mine, keeping his hands on his laptop's mousepad to keep the light from dimming. I break the eye contact by rolling my eyes and shake my head. "Keep dreaming.." I mutter, trying to play off my clear embarrassment with a scoff. "No no no no, I fucking know what I saw! I'm not letting you avoid it this time." Ted chuckles, setting his laptop aside to sit up more in my direction. I turn away to turn on the lamp beside me. I feel like I need to see his face at all times, like something bad will happen if I can't see him. Maybe I want something bad to happen.

"'This time'?" I repeat, furrowing my brows at him. "When have I ever--"

"This afternoon, when we were stuck in the truck?" Ted raised his brows at me, giving me this 'I gotcha' expression. "I let it slide when you checked me out the first time; chalked it up to you playin' with me, now I'm not so sure."

"Playing with you?" I repeated what he said again. Seems repeating back what he's saying to me is all I can muster up, he's reading me like a book and I don't want to give him any more pages.

"Like our back and forths? I thought it was still just that, but now? I mean, pshh, if I'm wrong, tell me and I'll leave ya alone."

"Leave me alone?" I raise a brow at Ted while trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah. If I'm--If I'm just fuckin' crazy, tell me and I'll leave. I won't bring it up again tomorrow and we can...keep things as they are, I guess." Ted explained, gesturing to me. "But I don't think I'm crazy."

Remember that timer I mentioned? Now I feel like it's counting down from 20. I can practically hear the ticking in my head as I lock eyes with Ted once more. I'm trying to read his expression. I'm looking for any signs of how he's feeling as well. He's been saying things like 'why I couldn't kiss you doesn't need to be said at this rate' and 'we should be louder', but I can't recall him ever making a move. Our chemistry can't be denied, and neither can my attraction to him, yet I'm still having doubts. If I lie, he leaves my room and never brings it up again, but I may never discover how he feels, and all of this tension will fizzle out into an unsatisfying nothing. But if I tell the truth and he doesn't feel the same, the next 2 and a half weeks are going to be incredibly awkward. He could even quit, or maybe I'd have to quit.

I'm terrified of having the wrong idea about all of this. I don't know when or if the playful flirting became real, I don't know when or if the sarcastic pet names became real, but we've been sitting together, teaming up, going out to run errands, kissing longer than we should. I can't pinpoint a single moment where either of our teasing may have blossomed into something more.

But...it can't just be my imagination. There has to be more.

"I....may have glanced.." I admit with an embarrassed smile, looking up at the ceiling and turning my head away from Ted. I didn't want to see his reaction, but he certainly made it known. "Oh my god.." Ted playfully gasps, I can hear him grinning ear to ear, it's making me anxious "You like me! Do you like me??"

"...I gotta fix the curtains.." I mutter to myself, finding an excuse to get out of bed. I turn off the lamp first, a quiet huff leaving me. I still couldn't tell how he was feeling, and it was bothering me. Was he making fun of me? My face felt so warm, I didn't want him to look at it at all. "Oh no fucking way. Stay there, we're talkin' about this." I hear Ted chuckle and move around a little. "I'm not going fucking anywhere until I get some answers."

I move to open the curtains, taking a quiet but deep breath as I struggle to pull them apart. I have to lean over a dresser just to get to the curtains so I'm initially too distracted to hear that Ted was getting out of bed, until it's too late. I watch his hand take my arm so I'm forced to look at him, realizing he's practically got me cornered. Behind me is the air conditioner, and behind that is a wall. The only other place I can move to now is the bed, unless Ted moves.

"You can't act like it's all a fuckin' joke now. I gotchu, (Y/N). I gotchu."

"'Got me' what?" I huff with an embarrassed smile, once again avoiding eye contact as I remove his hand from my arm. "It was a glance."

"Oh you're gonna try and fuckin' lie now, eh princess? Not gonna own it?"

"Own what?"

"That you like me! You've given me the fuckin' kissing tell twice today! Off camera! What, you don't wanna kiss me now?"

"I wanted to open the curtains."

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"Ted, I can't move--"

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"I wanna get out of this corner--"

"Look at me then."

"Ted, it's the fucking tell for our film, it doesn't mean--"

"If it doesn't mean anything, look at me."

I roll my eyes and turn my head to face him once more, seeing just how close he had really gotten to me. His body was merely inches away from mine, and man, was he towering over me. It was a little overwhelming, I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. He's looking at me with that same devilish half-smile from before. I can't hold back the urge to smile, a light giggle leaving me as I force myself to break away from his gaze. I'm almost glad he caught me. He's so handsome. When he gives me those eyes, I panic. I can't look him straight in the eyes for too long. I feel like I'm falling right into a trap, but maybe I wanted to be caught. And yet I still try to talk my way out of it.

"Y-You were talking! I was just--I was listening to you talk." I huffed, shrugging with my hands out somewhat. I knew I sounded defensive as fuck, I couldn't control my tone. I was so nervous. Even with my body facing Ted, I couldn't look him in the eye. "You were talking. You were talking a-and I'm not gonna stare at you the entire fucking time you're talking. That's weird. Like-like what am I, a fuckin' owl?? Just staring at you?? No, you have other places--I have other places I have to look when someone's speaking! Doesn't mean I want to-mmmh--"

My ramblings are interrupted by the feeling of Ted's lips pressing against mine gently, one of his hands moving to my waist with the other resting upon my cheek. For a moment, I'm frozen in time. He's kissing me. He's kissing me again. There's no camera's and he's kissing me. I can't think straight. I can't think...at all.

That moment when you kiss someone

and everything around you becomes hazy...

And the only thing in focus is you and this person.

I allow my body to relax and return the gentle kiss, closing my eyes to slip into this intimacy fully. Ted pulls me in closer to deepen the kiss, almost hungrily so, like he's been waiting just as long as I have to be together again. By the time I got comfortble enough to move one of my hands, Ted breaks the kiss, keeping his hands on me. I open my eyes to meet his affectionate gaze, my lips still slightly parted from the kiss. Any and all anxiety I had been feeling has just disappeared. I feel...assured.

"Is that what you wanted?.." He speaks to me quietly with a light nod, slowly caressing my cheek with his thumb. I tried. I really tried. I tried not to 'catch feelings', I told Joe I wasn't sleeping with him, but my god do I want his lips on mine. I want to kiss him. I want him close. I want him to be mine, even just for tonight. I don't want him to leave. "I don't know.." I admit with a quiet giggle, lightly biting my lower lip. "You...might have to do it again...or a couple more times...just to see."

"A couple more, eh?.." Ted smirks deviously, moving his hand to firmly grab my jaw, keeping me still so I can't turn away this time. "You sure you want that? With everyone here?"

"'Everyone'? Please..." I playfully scoff at him, glancing down at his blush toned lips once more before gazing into his earthy eyes. "There's no cameras in here, Ted.."

Ted's smile grows, shaking his head a little at me before leaning in to kiss me once more. A satisfied purr leaves him when I don't hesitate to kiss him back this time. I once again find myself on cloud nine, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss. He moves his hand from my jaw so he can hold my waist with both hands, pulling me in closer to press his body against mine. He tilts his head more in the deep kiss, and I feel his tongue once again lightly glide along my lower lip. I slowly open my mouth to allow his tongue to move along mine, hearing him quietly snicker in the kiss in response. God, he's hot, and he knows it. He must know it.

When the kiss begins to pick up even more, I let a quiet moan escape me, bringing my hands down to cup his face. This makes him pull from the kiss briefly to look at me once again, his eyes lingering on my lips. My face once again feels like it's on fire and the butterflies certainly haven't left my stomach, but I know I want him. I know.

"That's so cute.." Ted purrs lowly and pulls me back into the passionate kiss, keeping up the pace from before. I felt his thumbs caressing my waist through the light fabric of my nightgown as I hungrily latch onto his blush toned lips, just like I desired to in his truck. He's mine. He's mine I say to myself as I pull him onto the bed with me. It's the only coherent thing running through my mind.

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We waste no time. Ted and I move up a bit in the bed, our lips staying locked together until my head finally hits the pillow. His glasses eventually fall off his face and gently lands on mine. "Fuck.." Ted mutters with a light chuckle, taking his glasses and placing them on my nightstand. I giggle as he returns to the arousing kiss, a muffled moan escaping him. My cheeks and hands feel warm and the only sounds between us are our heavy breathing and our longing kiss. My arms once again wrap around Ted's neck when I feel him press his body against me once more, lightly picking at the back of his blue shirt.

"Patience, princess.." Ted whispers against my lips, planting one last deep kiss on my lips before beginning to travel little kisses to my neck. I take in a sharp breath, stiffening up once I feel his lips on my sensitive neck. "I've been patient enough. Take it off.." I grunt at him, starting to pull his shirt up a little with my nails. He lets out a mocking chuckle and pulls away so he can remove his shirt, simply throwing it somewhere in the room before returning to me, picking apart the buttons of my nightgown. I notice the silver chain he has around his neck, running my hands along anywhere I can touch him. I don't have the energy to feel embarrassed about my body, I feel like I'm burning up anyways, everywhere feels so hot, and the only thing that can cool it down is his touch. His touch. His touch...

He gets my nightgown off of me and throws it somewhere before latching back onto my neck. A more audible moan leaves me, but I quickly cover my mouth, quietly reminding myself that we're not alone in this house. The reminder doesn't last when I feel his hand sneak its way into my pajama shorts, sliding a finger in between my sensitive folds. I gasp and instinctively grab his arm, and I feel him grin against me. He's moving through this so fast, yet I have no real desire to stop him. "E-Easy.." I moan quietly, my whole body stiffening up when his thumb finds my clit. A jolt of pleasure surges through my thighs, I can feel my bud and my entrance reacting to his touch, pulsing, wanting, urging for it. Somehow, somehow, he knows exactly where to touch me.

"You were aaalll talk..." Ted purrs against my skin, moving up from my neck to look me in the eyes once more. He slides his hand away from my core to tug my pajama shorts down enough to be able to touch me freely. His fingers once again move between my folds, watching my physical reactions with amusement. "God, I've wanted to shut you up. You talk too fuckin' much." As he purrs at me, two of his fingers find my entrance and slowly slide into me, a gasp releasing from me. I playfully glare at him and bring my hand up to grab the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his dark locks before pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss. I hadn't felt how wet he had really made me until now, his fingers effortlessly pumping inside of me. Everything he did to me felt so good and the only thing I could do was let him. I managed to slide my free hand down to feel him from over his sweatpants, and was he good and hard for me. I feel him groan in the kiss, and I snicker at him. I couldn't wait to take him. I knew it'd be even harder to control my voice once he was inside me. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.

Ted's fingers leave my entrance and I feel him leave my essence along my thighs so he can hold himself up with both arms, breaking the kiss to once again guide his lips down to my neck, only this time he keeps moving. I feel my face getting hotter, instinctively bringing a hand up to touch my cheek and run my fingers through my hair. I'm a hot mess, I feel Ted's lips move further and further down my body, lapping up my breasts like he's worshipping me. "You needed this as much as I did, eh?" I manage to speak up in a soft tone, smiling ear to ear when I feel him spread my legs.

"I don't need your fuckin' commentary.." Ted growls in between my breasts, making a quiet giggle escape me.

"You can't shut me up, Theo."

"Yeah? You think thats what I'm doin'?" Ted's kisses reach my lower stomach before he readjusts himself to lift my legs up to sort of sit around his shoulders, his head now perfectly between my legs. When his lips and his tongue meet my inner thighs I feel my belly flutter with nerves and excitement, bringing one hand up to lightly bite my knuckle while the other rests on my lower belly.

He nibbles at my inner thighs before finally moving further in, allowing his tongue to slide in between my sensitive folds, my budding clit immediately reacting when the tip of his warm tongue glides along it. I reel my head back and moan out as he takes full control of my body from my core, taking in all of my alluring essence in his mouth. I feel like my body is being sucked out of my soul, like he's secretly been an incubus all this time, a master of a woman's body. He's commanding me to feel bouts of pleasure I've never experienced with a man before and I can feel my core aching for more and more. My hand reaches down further to grip his tall dark hair, a pleasurable laugh escaping me as he laps me up like a desperate hound aching for scraps. I can hear him moaning between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me into him more. Ted's tongue dances inside me, subtly slipping along my entrance to taste my every desire more and more. I can feel his pointy chin lower down, his stubble against my folds, his lips massaging at my own, he just doesn't stop. His tongue finds my now throbbing clit over and over and over, back and forth, back and forth. My body is left, wanting, begging, pleading, praying for release until it finally pours out.

"Ted! Ted!! Oh my fucking god--Yes, Yes! Yes like that! I--"

It starts at my clit and spreads all across my body, Ted having to hold my thighs to keep me balanced. I struggle to hold in the never-ending waterfall of moans pouring out of me, so I slap my hand over mouth and moan into it as much as my body will allow. I'm absolutely drunk with pleasure and it feels like it could last for infinity. I stretch out my ankles and my hands as my orgasm crashes over my entire body, the overwhelming pleasure surging up into my brain, making me roll my eyes back and close them. I remove my hand from my mouth when I start to come down from its peak, letting him hear my desperate whimpers as the high of my orgasm starts to fade, leaving my clit feeling warm and sore. I've been aching for this all week, and finally, finally, I'm feeling all of this tension start to come undone. That might've been the most intense orgasm I've ever been given, and yet, he wasn't done with me.

I hear Ted moan to himself, watching with tired eyes as he wipes his mouth with his free hand. I got a glimpse at how wet I truly was, but I didn't even need it, I could feel it, especially when he fully pulled away from my thighs and the light air hit them, my essence had spread nearly everywhere after how he ate me out, and I loved it. "I can't get enough of you.." Ted purred, coming face to face with me once more so he could pull me into a hungry kiss. Even despite such a strong surge of pleasure, I can feel my body pleading for more, my core aching for Ted to finish what he started. It was agonizing not having him inside me yet. I was ready now more than ever. I was so desperate, I'd do anything he wanted me to just to feel him. I felt like I was under a spell, but truthfully, it was just from good fucking head.

"Please. Please.." I beg to him in the kiss, cupping his face with a needy moan escaping me when he breaks from the kiss to work at removing his sweatpants. "See? Couldn't shut you up even if I wanted to.." Ted grins devishly at me, leaning down to kiss and nibble at my jaw. A satisfied smile spreads along my face, leaning my head back and closing my eyes to continue enjoying his intimate touch.

"You're the one doing all the talking.." I moan softly

"You're the one makin' all the fuckin' noise." Ted grunts when he finally gets his sweatpants off, pulling back for a moment to toss them aside before returning to my body. "As much as I like hearing you flap your fuckin' lips all day..." Ted pulls me in closer by my legs, a surprised but excited gasp leaving me, causing me to briefly look down. My god, his size is perfect for me. All of that is going to fit so good inside me, I shudder out a breath and lock eyes with Ted once more. "...I like making you squirm even more." Ted towers his body over mine, holding himself up with one arm while holding my hips with the other.

I feel my entrance aching for him to fill it, a blushing mess when I feel him glide his shaft along my soaking wet folds, the tip brushing along my already sensitive bud from earlier. I moan out in surprise, closing my eyes for a moment and giggling. "Yeah? I bet.." I purr, opening my eyes to gaze at Ted once more, gliding my tongue along my upper lips. "You better not be all--" I close my eyes and moan suddenly when I feel his length push into my entrance, feeling every curve and edge shape around my tight walls like his cock was made for me; actually made for me.

When I feel he's completely in, there's a moment where neither of us move or say anything. I open my eyes and see him looking at me, face to face once more. I lock eyes with his earthy orbs, the only noise between us being the sounds of our desperate panting. It's the first and only moment of the night where we slip past our passionate embrace to truly process what's about to change between us. We certainly can't go back now. That timer hit zero nearly a good hour ago. This is what we are now.

Ted gives me a tired smile to reassure me that he wants this, a quiet chuckle leaving me in response before I feel him start to move his hips. His pace is gentle at first, not too slow, really taking in how wet I've become because of him. Every moment our gazes would lock, every moment I could feel his breath on me, every flirtatious insult, every comment, every glance; it all felt like it was leading up to this. Every thrust felt like the pleasurable unwrapping of all of this tension I've been burdened with. My core was sending pleasing signals up my body and down my legs every time his hips rubbed against mine, thanking me for finally letting this man take me. My god, have I been waiting for him to take me, aching for it. It's all I can think about now. The pleasure, the pleasure.

I hear my name in a whisper from Ted's gravely tone, feeling Ted adjust his body to be sitting up more, one of his hands nearly gripping my shoulder with the other on my hip, pulling me into his increasingly rougher thrusts. My breasts jolt and bounce with every rock of the bed, hearing it lightly squeak beneath us as his length pumps inside me. I can feel my thighs shivering with excitement, my lower belly tingling for more. My judgement is beginning to be clouded by just how nicely he's fucking me, having a troubling time keeping my voice down with every pulse of satisfaction through me.

"Ohh, Theo.." I let out a girlish moan, bending my legs up a little more to adjust the angle to my liking, feeling him pick up his pace in response. He moved both hands to my hips so he can really work himself into me, grinding his hips against mine out of desperation. The veins of his throbbing shaft are massaging me so nicely, I know my essence is practically drenching it. My arousal is spreading further and further through my veins, a particular curved thrust from Ted causing my body to jolt with pleasure.

"Oh my god--Ted, Yes! Ted! Yes! Yes! Whatever you just did, I--I need that, I need it, I need it.." All of my thoughts and feelings have been taken over by Ted's body, begs and pleads beginning to pour out of me at such an alarming rate, yet I can't stop myself. I can't shut myself up. Ted is taking every last coherent thought with every deep thrust, and I just have to take it. He gets to use me for as long as he wants, and I have to take it. I want to take it.

Ted forces my legs upwards more until my knees are nearly touching my breasts, his own sighs and groans of pleasure mixing in with my own. He hides his face in my neck and really begins to put his all into me, the sound of his hips smacking into mine getting louder with every swift pump of his cock. I wrap my arms and legs around his body the best I can, finally able to work my fingers through his dark hair as I cry out for him. I can't control myself. All I feel is his length pumping inside me, his cold chain against my chest, his stubble scratching my cheek, his voice purring and moaning in my ear like a desperate animal in heat, finally satisfying his carnal desires. My walls tighten around him, my sensitive bud throbs for him, my thighs are shivering, my body is aching, all for him. It's all for him.

"Theo! Theo! Right there, right there, right there right there!" Is nearly all I can whimper out for him, practically crying out when I feel my body ready itself for release. I'm gripping and pulling at his hair with one hand and gripping his bare back with the other, both of my legs locked around him, trapping his cock inside me. His hips slam against mine over and over and over, I can't comprehend anything except the pleasure. Ted. Ted. Teddy...

Eventually it's all too much for my mind to comprehend. I don't even have the energy to let him know I'm cumming, I just cry out for him to not stop fucking me. He pulls away from my neck to connect our foreheads when I pull at his hair roughly. I don't care if anyone hears us. Let them hear. All that's in focus is the second and finale orgasm Ted allows my body to reach for the night, elevated when I feel his warm seed flow into me. My whole body shudders and I'm able to let out a few shaky moans, his last desperate thrusts to empty himself deep inside me causing my eyes to once again roll back briefly, fully and completely satisfied by him.

I don't feel Ted pull out right away. With my eyes closed, I feel the bed stop moving first All of my senses start slowly returning. I feel our warm, sticky bodies pressed against one another, I feel our hot breathes mixing as we try to steady our heavy panting, I feel a cold wetness spread along my folds and up my inner thighs, but most of all, I just feel...relieved.

I open my eyes to see Ted's tired gaze, watching as he comes down from the same high. That's when he finally decided to pull out, a quiet moan leaving us both. My sense of awareness and judgement are the last thing to return to me and I briefly wonder just how loud we both may have been, but any worries melt away when Ted's lips meet mine once again. He kisses me with passion and care, letting out a pleased hum in the kiss before pulling away to move off of me.

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I unwrap my arms and legs from his body so he can lay down beside me, both of us just staring up at the ceiling while continuing to try and catch our breath. If this were some passionate seen in a TV show or movie, this is where the next scene would cut to: the aftermath. I'm a mess, he's a mess, and yet we're both too tired to care. I had nothing to worry about in regards to how Ted finished, I was already on birth control, he knew this. I turn my head to look at him and blush to myself, turning my body a little in his direction. He looks at me and gives me a weak but reassuring smile, not hesitating to pull me into his arms. I was glad that he was willing to stay and hold me, partially because my side of the bed was now drenched and damp, but also because I wanted him here. I wanted him to stay. He manages to get the light comforter over our bodies to keep them warm, wrapping his arms around me for the night.

Not a word was spoken, nothing more needed to be said.

We both quietly agreed to fall asleep together and discuss everything the morning.

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miloformula123fan · 8 months

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Hi I love you,

LOGAN FIC PART 3 PRETTY PLEASE.

FINALLY PART 3 IS HERE

the story now has a conclusion but I will be happy to go back to it for some small snippets of their life if people want - just send me a message in my inbox

lmk if you want to be added to the taglist for anything created in this universe

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

part 1 is here, part 2 is here

george russell x sargeant!reader

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He’d started with flowers. He remembered that she liked orange, so he had gifted her some orange lilies, yellow carnations and tiger lilies. The florist had looked at him very weird when he’d asked for those 3 flowers, but wrapped it nonetheless. He’d had no response after leaving them at Logan’s front door, despite the note also left. Lily had looked at him like he was an idiot when he told her what he did.

Then there were some bad jokes sent to her phone. All left on read. Okay maybe sending her some jokes from a book titled ‘bad dad jokes for dads’ was a bad idea but he had just hoped that they would make her laugh. Lily once again looked at him like he was stupid and Alex had also laughed at him when he told them.

He was never taking relationship advice from then.

He started talking to Logan again. It had been a little awkward because he had been broken up with by his sister, but they managed. He was a good running partner and seemed to be able to differentiate between George, his friend, and George, his sister’s ex boyfriend. Alex had smiled and Oscar had winked when they all went out for dinner together. Lewis just waggled his eyebrows.

He googled the flowers. Okay, maybe sending her a bouquet full of hateful flowers was a bad idea. He made sure to actually consult the florist and instead gave her some orange roses, frangipanis and alstroemerias. She answered the door this time and smiled when she saw the flowers.

She invited him in. Talked to him at the kitchen table where he’d made her pancakes on one of the few cheat days that lined up together. She put the flowers in a vase on the table. He could see the old flowers chucked in the bin. She gave a sheepish smile when she followed his gaze to the bin. He couldn't remember what exactly she said, but he left with tickets for her next Arsenal game in his coat pocket.

He went for another jog with Logan that week. Then joined him in the friends and family box for the Arsenal game. Then he went to the Paris Olympics to cheer her on for her second place medal. In return she had come to Miami and cheered him on from the Williams garage. Then she had come to COTA and cheered her brother on from the Mercedes garage. George and Logan had laughed about that.

“Well, now that I’m banned from the Williams and Mercedes garage, I guess it is time to finally time to say, I love you Russel George.”

“Does this mean I'm forgiven?”

“I suppose so.”

“Love you too Y/N Sargeant.”

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muttthecowcatridesagain · 1 year

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Just found out that a library close to me has banned kids <18 from checking out "certain books" because a 15 year old checked out Heartstopper vol 1 last week. This is extra ridiculous because you can still get married here at 16

Also I've never read it all the way through but I wasn't under the impression that it had any explicit scenes. They're making out to the city here like it was full of porn

Anyway I just needed to scream about the progressive barring of information/knowledge from the general public and felt like y'all would understand

#heartstopper #libraries #banned books

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hugogetspowerbottomed · 11 months

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varigo honeymoon how would it go

LASKDFJDKF BADLY

rapunzel books them an all expenses paid resort trip because she's being nice and varian does not appreciate it

he didn't find the most sewer-y, back alley, crusty ass fucking rat to marry just to spend his honeymoon rubbing elbows with the fucking one percent

hugo loves it

by the time hugo and varian have unpacked their bags, hugo's kleptomaniac ass has swiped half the silverware and probably every candelabra on the way in

actually hugo brought an entire empty bag and when varian asked about it he replied "oh just in case we buy things" but he's a lying liar who lies because the bag is for all the shit he's gonna steal

the sex is good

like REALLY good

honeymoon sex goes in varian's list of top five sex

the entire two weeks is basically hugo schmoozing rich people while pickpocketing them and varian getting thrown out of locations for raging about the one percent or whatever and experimenting with chemicals hugo stole from the kitchen

on the way out hugo says something inappropriate to varian and varian drops the bag that has all the shit hugo stole and a guard definitely sees it

cue eugene having to drag his ass halfway across the country to bail both of his stupid idiots out of JAIL

varian and hugo return to the resort every anniversary but in disguise because they got banned from ever coming back

their disguises are bad

thats all i got now it's y'alls turn. send me your funniest/horniest/etc. varigo honeymoon headcanons

#varigo #vat7k #my headcanons #married varigo

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 17: Matt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: Phone sex 🔥

Word Count: ~2k of pure porn

A/N: Enjoy some smut, y'all.

Matt sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sat on his sofa listening to an audiobook he had gotten from the library the previous week. Y/N was out of town at a library conference and he was waiting for her to call.

His book automatically paused as his phone began to ring.

Matt smiled as he swiped to answer. "Hi, angel."

"Hi, Matty," Y/N replied. "How's it going?"

"It's going good. How's the conference?"

"It's fine, just the usual library stuff -- how to deal with difficult patrons, the depressing increase in book banning attempts by morons who've probably never read a book in their life, what to do when you're stuck at a library conference away from your very sexy boyfriend for 5 days…"

Matt grinned. "Learn anything interesting in that last session?"

Y/N huffed out a light laugh. "Actually, yeah, the presenter suggested calling him and telling him how much you miss him."

Matt chuckled, his heart warming. "I miss you too, angel."

He paused, listening for signs of anyone in Y/N's vicinity. "Are you settled in for the night?"

"Yeah, some of the others decided to go out for drinks but I wasn't feeling up to it. It's been a long conference and I haven't been sleeping too well."

Matt hummed. "Well maybe I can help you with that."

"Oh?" Y/N's voice piqued with interest. "How so, Mr. Murdock?"

Matt licked his lips. There had been something else he had been wanting to try with Y/N but the opportunity hadn't presented itself until now. "Remember how I helped you out the last time you couldn't sleep?"

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. "You mean how you made me come so hard my brain went completely blank for a moment? Yeah, I definitely remember that."

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could do something like that… just over the phone."

Y/N gasped playfully. "Matthew, are you suggesting that we have phone sex?"

Matt hummed. "Maybe… if you're interested."

"Oh, I'm very interested. Give me just a second to get situated though?"

Matt moved from the sofa to his bedroom. "Sure, angel."

"Are you in bed?"

"I will be in a minute. I was sitting on the sofa."

"Oh, okay." Y/N paused. "Just for the record… I, uh, I've never done this before, so… apologies if I'm awkward."

Matt shook his head even though he knew Y/N couldn't see him. "Hey, no, it's okay. To be honest, I haven't actually done this either, but it's just like our sexy talk at home, right? Except we'll just have to also tell each other what we'd like to be doing instead of actually doing it."

He grinned and dropped his voice down a register. "Plus you know how much I love the sound of your voice, angel. Can't wait to hear you while you're touching yourself for me."

Y/N sucked in a breath. "Okay."

"Are you settled into bed yet?"

"Uh huh. Oh wait, what are you wearing?"

Matt could feel Y/N cringe over the phone. While yes, that was typically a pretty stereotypical lead-in to phone sex, it actually was a pretty important question since they couldn't see each other.

"Actually I just got out of the shower about 20 minutes ago, so I'm wearing a pair of boxers. What about you? What are you wearing?"

"Oh, um…" Y/N paused as she pulled the covers over her. "A black tank top and black and red plaid pajama pants."

Matt settled in his bed. "Those soft cotton ones you like to lounge around in?"

"Uh huh."

"Mmm, good to know. I like those on you." Matt grinned. "I like them even better on my bedroom floor."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Smooth, Murdock."

"Just telling the truth, angel." Matt sighed. "I wish you were here in my bed right now, because you know what I would do?"

Y/N's breath hitched. "Uh-uh, what?"

"I'd cup your face in my hands and kiss you. Love kissing you, angel, thought about it for years before I got the chance."

Y/N let out a breathy sigh. "Mmm, me too, Matty, used to stare at your mouth all the time when we were kids, wanted to know what your lips would feel like pressed to mine."

Matt groaned softly. "God, Y/N, had I known how you actually felt about me back then I probably wouldn't have been able to help myself, would've had to find out what your lips tasted like, both with and without that coconut lip balm on them."

"Good thing you can kiss me all you want now, hmm?"

Matt smiled. "Mmhmm. I'd kiss you breathless then tangle my fingers in your hair and tilt your head to the side so I could move down to your neck. Love to feel your pulse flutter under my lips, angel, have to hold back from marking you and feeling the blood rise to the surface of your delicate skin."

Y/N's breath hitched. "No, baby, don't hold back. Want you to mark me, Matty."

Matt closed his eyes, picturing Y/N whimpering underneath him in pleasure as he tattooed his name in Braille on her skin, soothing each mark his lips left with his tongue before moving on to the next one. "Fuck -- don't tempt me, angel."

"Love to wear your marks on me, sweetheart, know that it's you who put them there." Y/N giggled. "My sexy vampire."

Matt grinned. "Mmm, definitely going to have to mark you up when you get home then, remind you who you belong to."

"Mmmhmm. So what else would you do?"

"I'd slide the hand that wasn't buried in your hair underneath your tank top so I could feel your soft skin." Matt let out a quiet groan. "Used to dream about it when we were younger, sweetheart, what your body would feel like under my hands and mouth if I ever got you in my bed other than to sleep."

"Mmm, and?"

Matt groaned. "The real thing is even better than I imagined. You feel so fucking incredible, Y/N, want you all the time."

He licked his lips as he heard the shuffle of clothing. "Touch yourself for me, angel."

Y/N sighed. "Mmm, Matty, love to feel your hands on my skin, baby, whether you're being gentle and caressing me while we're making love or gripping my hips tight while you fuck me into oblivion."

Matt hissed, his cock starting to stir. "Take your top off for me, sweetheart, want to hear your hand caressing that soft, smooth skin of yours."

He could hear Y/N pulling her shirt up and over her head. "That's my good girl."

Y/N hummed. "What would you do once you got my top off?"

"I'd move down to those perfect tits of yours. First I'd start with the left one, tease it to a peak with my tongue before getting my mouth properly on it." Matt groaned as Y/N gasped out a breath. "That's right, angel, touch yourself for me, imagine those are my hands caressing you."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Mmm, Matty, your hands feel so good on my skin, love the way you touch me."

Matt groaned. "By now I'd be able to smell just how fucking wet you were for me, angel. God, your scent is intoxicating."

"Mmhmm, just for you, Matty. Only you make me feel this way, God , you turn me on so much." Y/N let out a soft moan. "Want your mouth on me, sweetheart, need you."

Matt pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. "Need my mouth on that beautiful cunt of yours, angel?"

"Uh huh. Feels so fucking good, Matt, God , that mouth of yours is magical."

Matt wrapped a hand around himself. "Mmm, well since you asked so sweetly I'd kiss my way down your stomach while I slowly slid your pajamas down, then when I finally had you naked I'd have to kiss and feel my way down your body one more time before I got to taste your sweetness."

Y/N whimpered. "God yes, please , Matty, want you to make me come on your mouth."

"Go ahead, angel, let me hear how wet you are for me." Matt groaned at the slick slide of Y/N inserting two fingers into herself. "You taste so fucking good, Y/N, could spend hours eating out that beautiful cunt of yours, see how many times I can make you come on my tongue alone."

Y/N gasped. "Fuck, Matt ."

Matt spit in his hand before taking himself once again, the dryness of his hand alone uncomfortable in its friction. "As good as you taste, it's nothing compared to the feeling of being buried deep inside your tight cunt, so once I had drunk my fill of your juices I'd slide my cock through your folds getting myself nice and slick, then I'd ease myself inside you. Gotta start out nice and slow, angel, don't want to hurt you."

Y/N bit back a moan. "Mmph -- fuck. You're so big, Matt, always make me feel so full, baby, stretch me out so good."

Matt sped his hand up. "Your pussy feels amazing, Y/N, like it was made perfectly to fit my cock."

"Feel so good inside me every time, Matt." Y/N sucked in a breath. "Love to feel your cock in me, sweetheart, fucking me so deep, filling me up."

Matt groaned. "Can't wait until you get home, sweetness, miss you so much."

"Fuck, Matty, miss you too, baby, hate not being able to see you, to touch you. Need you inside me, Matt, wanna feel you." Y/N gasped. "Want you to grip my hips tight while you pound into me, make me feel you deeper than ever before."

"Oh, don't worry, angel, gonna stuff you nice and full when you get home, come so deep in that tight wet cunt of yours that you feel my cum inside you for days ." Matt hissed, his orgasm edging closer. "Gonna come for me, angel?"

"Uh huh. Close, Matty."

Matt tightened his grip on himself. "Me too, Y/N. Fuck, you always take me so well, sweetheart, such a good girl for me."

"God -- yes, yours , Matty, always." Y/N's breath hitched. "I'm so close, baby."

Matt pitched his voice lower. "Want you to let go for me, angel, let me hear those pretty sounds you make for me while I'm filling your pussy up with my cum."

Y/N gasped. "Yes , Matt , sweetheart, want to feel it, want to -- Ah !"

Matt jerked himself roughly a few more times, the sound of Y/N crying out his name in ecstasy making him groan as ropes of hot cum shot out onto his stomach.

He could hear Y/N panting on the other end as she came down from her high. "Fuck, Y/N ."

Y/N hummed. "Mmm, love you."

"Love you too." Matt grabbed a few tissues and wiped the quickly cooling cum off of himself. "Feel better?"

"Mmhmm." Y/N sighed. "Still miss you, baby, but luckily I'm just gone for a few more days."

Matt grinned. "I miss you too, and whenever you get home I'm going to show you just how much I'm missing you."

Y/N huffed out a light laugh. "Mmm. Is that a promise?"

"Oh, definitely. You're not leaving my bed for at least 24 hours."

"Deal." Y/N yawned. "I'll call you tomorrow?"

Matt nodded. "Okay, angel. I love you."

"Love you too."

"Sweet dreams."

"Mmm, you too, Matty. 'Bye, baby."

"Bye."

Matt hung up and pulled his boxers up, then lay in bed for a moment silently contemplating before getting up and going to his Daredevil trunk.

He pulled out the small square box he had hidden the day before and ran his hand over the contents, smiling softly before setting it back in his trunk.

He went back into his bedroom as his phone rang once again. "Hello, this is Matthew Murdock."

He grinned. "Yes, hi, thank you for getting back to me. I'm sorry for bothering you, but I need a favor…"

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x yn #AoG Masterlist

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chengfagshi · 10 days

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sick and tired of antis demonizing BL as a whole and claiming it normalizes SA/abuse

look you can dislike anything without demonizing something based on your reactionary disgust and there’s just as much SA/abuse in heterosexual books and GL manga and just as much fluff in all of the above.

but what really matters is that to a conservative, it’s ALL bad! Someone with power HAS and WILL ban both GL/BL works with SA/abuse and those with just fluff because they don’t see a difference between either, it’s bad because it features homosexuality.

Also in my opinion Hollywood glamorizes SA/abuse more often and poses a bigger danger than works written by a mostly queer minority group

Agree 100%. Plus, omg, the way they come after fujoshi like every other week. They talk about how BL "normalizes SA" and is written by fujoshi but then you see antis tear apart Boyfriends constantly when it's like the most wholesome polycule queer relationship I've ever seen in a series AND it's written by a queer author just because it's "cringe". Well, y'all fucking hate the BL that has SA in it and written by women, BUT y'all also seem to fucking hate the BL that doesn't have ANY SA in it and is written by queer men. The fuck do y'all want?? Like seriously? And once again, Sasaki and Miyano got banned. Not any "problematic" series (although I'm sure they'll end up banning those too). Sasaki and Miyano. Conservatives do not care about the SA in these series or anything, because while banning Sasaki and Miyano, I think they also recommended Chainsaw Man, which has SA in it.

#asks #anon

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justinhubbell · 1 year

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just realised that when I was a baby trans (probably about a month or so after realising), I came upon a comic strip about taking things at your own pace and not rushing into everything all at once.

I've been following you for a little while now, and have just realised that that comic strip was created by you!

several years later, and that comic still sticks with me to this day; spreading positivity and acceptance where we can is so important and so often overlooked, but sharing your journey with being a trans-nonbinary and your experience with trauma and therapy has really helped me feel like I'm not so alone, after all.

keep being you, and never change, justin. 💕

I finally figured out how to respond to this

witchcomic.com is a 200 cartoon slice-of-life book about being Trans Nonbinary with Trauma and also a Witch. Kinda had a hard week y'all. I go through long stretches of invisibility, both in my personal/working life, and most definitely here on the internet. It's a strange feeling to be shadow banned and bullied, while also having your art stolen by nonprofits and Notified celebrity types. I try to smile and say thanks to both, you know? Anyway, I'm working up the nerve to learn how to get an art agent or publicist and it's just really hard. I often feel crushed. Terrified. And then you get a missive like this and absolutely this will be my 100th cartoon. Yes. In the book. SEEN I was!

This is why to be Trans is to Beloved Community.

I see you. We see you. You're excellent.

#jhubbell #jthemthey #trans #nonbinary #witch #wizard #comics #thank you #100 #100 milestone #halfway there #thanks for reading #trauma #ptsd #cptsd #recovery #healing #mental health #gratitude

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akayna · 1 year

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I went to the beach pt3: it'sa me ft. book that mentions tumblr

My work had a banned book day last week, where we could take home some books that have been banned in various places. The one I grabbed is called The Immeasurable Depth of You by Maria Ingrande Mora. It turns out it's a teen book about a young queer who got banished by mom to Florida with divorced dad for the summer with all tech taken away because of a suicidal post that they made on our dear tumblr.com. I'll let y'all know how it pans out, but I didn't get very far into it today because I got annoyed at the sand piling up on the pages because of the wind.

#gpoy #that's me #ok to rb #ootd #pnw #ocean #beach #pacific ocean #pacific northwest #Washington #coast #sand #dunes #book #driftwood #the immeasurable depth of you #mora

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transingthebourgeoisie · 1 year

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but like, why is it a problem for white people to complain about imperialism? as i said, im from balkans, and euimperialism actively hurts us. salaries in other eu countries are 3-4x times bigger (i could provide sources but theyre in my mothertongue), minimal wage is 4.5$ per hour but groceries in the rest of eu are cheaper than here. i went to france and found groceries being cheaper there despite their salaries and work rights being stronger. there is also an issue of eu store chains replacing ours and items being imported pushing out our farmers. people were throwing vans of oranges, native grown, into rivers as a protest due to store chains having deals with the country and preferring imported ones. eu saw a country being part of ex-yugoslavia (also a part of political third world during its existence) and said its a great chance to push its agenda onto it once it broke. other countries such as italy and hungary actively are asking for our lands to be "returned to them" despite us being a sovereign state. this too is a part of imperialism and their colonizer past.

my people, immigrants, are victims of violent crimes, and were put in concentration camps during nazi regime. our language has been banned during colonial times and weve never held colonies. in eu countries we work in construction or as cleaners, in media we are portrayed as dumb people. ive seen people calling my city "africa with electricity", usamericans straight up telling me they thought we dont have internet or phones, people saying they would never visit because there is a war going on (it ended in late 90es).

english in schools is a mandatory subject and you cant even be a waiter without it. despite being fluent in it and a writer, i cant get jobs due to usamericans seeing my name and immediately dismissing it. everyones dream and goal is to work for foreign countries because their currencies buy more. as an artist, a $25 commission buys groceries for a full week, if not more, and its more affordable for usamericans than my people. i work for newspapers as an artist for 13€ per drawing, and for my american employers as an animator for $3.25 per hour, as a cheap workforce.

im not comparing this to struggles of third world country and the effect imperialism has on them in a much more extreme way, but there are different ways in which it works for different nations. my passport isnt on part with an american one. when american ships come here there are papparazzi and news and journalists following them around, and to them it doesnt matter if the person is black or native, they just see "americans" - generous buyers and tourists. youre more likely to be a victim of hatecrime if youre serbian/albanian than a black american.

like just the privilege of english being your first language is a big one. i cant read books in english myself, and our libraries are limited. more information is available to native english speakers. which is understandable, but its a direct effect of usimperialism. news are more accessible too; especially source-checking. there is also a privilege of being able to move around the usa, thus getting more jobs, especially if you went to college. my diploma isnt on par with usa one either, and many would dismiss it immediately.

I assume you meant to send this ask to someone else; or, perhaps there's just a misunderstanding on my end. Regardless, this is all very true; balkan states in general are seen as pools of highly disposable labor by western europe, and both military and economic pressures are well in use to prevent any change to EU dominance in the region. Y'all aren't even considered 'white' in western europe (or, the US really), like you don't even get that much.

#forgive me if this post doesn't read well #it's like midnight here lol

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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i wish you would write a fic where is just Joel and Niko doing whatever you want!!

Well, do y'all remember the time Joel was chased by a goose and (literally) ran into Niko who saved the day? How's about a cute lil' sequel to this spring fluff prompt story of mine, now turned into fall fluff, maybe? 😇

Hope everyone's having a lovely Sunday ☕

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If there was something Niko loved doing, it was observing Joel while he studied – or, to be more exact, attempted to study. His leg was bouncing as if with a will of its own, making the text book on his lap shake and Niko wonder whether the man was actually able to read a single word written on it. In his right hand Joel was holding a pencil, supposedly ready to scribble his own notes in the margins; ‘supposedly’, because for the past five or so minutes Niko had neglect his own revision to spy on Joel, the pencil had done nothing but swirl in between Joel’s fingers while his eyes had been fixed on the smartphone in his left hand. Every thirty seconds Joel would drop the phone on the table between them and take a sip from his takeout coffee, even though the steam rising from it should have been an apparent clue that the beverage was still as hot as it had been the last time Joel had tested it.

However, Niko adored the creases on the bridge of Joel’s nose way too much to warn him.

“Ah, fuck,” Joel cursed silently, as to not disturb the peace of the uni library.

(“Porko almost got us an entry ban the other day,” Joel had murmured to him when they had hurried past the head librarian’s desk, the stare of the old man’s burning holes to their backsides. Niko had decided he’d be better off not asking how.)

When Joel’s long fingers wiped his rosy lips off spilled coffee, Niko had to bite his own to muffle a sigh. He was certain a bruise would appear there one of these days, as it hadn’t been once or twice he had had to restrain himself from swooning over the man recently.

They had been taking things slowly, not least because they had become friends just weeks before the 3-month summer break. With Niko staying at uni to grind away with summer courses for extra credit and Joel moving to another town for a summer job as a sound-something at something-something, they had been able to keep in touch only every so often. Niko couldn’t help but hope Joel had been refreshing their Instagram direct message thread as vigorously as he had, yearning for a reaction to a meme he had shared or for a good night wish to momentarily soothe the pining in Niko’s heart – or make it beat twice as fast.

There was no trace of sparkle in Joel’s gaze now, however, as he stole a hasty glance at Niko, perhaps ashamed of the sensitivity of his taste buds, before clearing his throat and scowling at the paperback in front of him. They had been hitting the books for almost two hours now, so it was no wonder Joel was becoming frustrated.

When they had first hung out in the beginning of the new semester in September, Joel had gone on about the job in great detail, but afterwards Niko had been embarrassed to admit to himself that the only detail he could remember from Joel’s monologue was the excited twinkle in his eyes.

Niko stretched his arms above his head and suppressed a yawn.

“Wanna take a break? Think I could grab a coffee too.”

Joel looked up from his course materials with a raised eyebrow.

“I did ask if you wanted one and you said no.”

“Yeah, but that was almost ten minutes ago,” Niko grinned back. “Besides, I don’t drink the vending machine stuff. I need some Starbucks.”

Joel didn’t even bother being discreet with rolling his eyes, and for a second Niko wanted to do the same when he stood up and Joel showed no signs of following his example.

“Accompany me, will you?”

“Do you not know the way? It’s right across the street.”

“But I’d prefer it if you came with me.”

“Why?” Joel almost frowned, and Niko tried not to let it get to his heart.

“Because I like your company.”

Joel then looked up at him with his melancholic eyes, and the way his blond locks and the rims of the black hood on his head framed his face made Niko want to grab and pull him in for a kiss at last.

After several seconds of expectant silence, Joel averted his eyes again.

“It’s…raining,” he said quietly.

“I have an umbrella,” Niko responded, determined to not leave the library without Joel.

“And, umm, I’m on such a roll with my revision, I’d hate to stop now.”

“Joel, you haven’t moved from page 50 ever since you came back from getting that coffee.”

“Because you keep breaking my train of thought!” Joel raised his voice and immediately slumped further down his seat, moodier than ever, when the group from the next table turned to glare at him.

“Joel,” Niko sighed, “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but…are you, by any chance, scared of the pigeon that has made a nest above the neon sign at Starbucks?”

Joel’s mouth was a thin line and his eyes kept staring at his textbook, which was enough of an answer to Niko, who had to take a moment to collect himself. He sympathised with the man, he really did, as birds could be erratic and insufferable at worst, but there were times when his friend’s ornithophobia took irrational dimensions.

“It’s not gonna do anything to you. I promise,” Niko said with a soft tone.

“It almost crapped on me the other day,” a tiny voice argued back. Tears almost rose to Niko’s eyes, not for compassion as much as for trying to keep his giggles inside him.

“I’ll hold your hand when we walk past it.”

“Because birds are repulsed by public displays of affection? Why, had I known that I would’ve snogged the life out of Porko just to have that satanic creature to leave me the fuck alone and let me get my caramel ma– I mean, my black coffee,” Joel growled, eyebrows furrowed endearingly.

“He would’ve loved that, I’m sure,” Niko chuckled as he remembered Joel’s eccentric roommate whom he had had the pleasure to meet on a couple of occasions by now. From what Niko could tell, Joonas was not the kind of man to skimp on snuggles and smooches if he only could help it, and regardless of his loud resistance, it was evident Joel enjoyed it too, even if he might never admit to it.

“It’s worth a try though, is it not? I know I’m not quite like Porko, but I’ll give it my best shot, you know.”

A few hesitant glances and twirls of pencil later, Joel more or less reluctantly slid his book and other belongings in his backpack and got on his feet so that Niko had to tilt his head upwards to maintain eye contact.

“Fine, let’s get you your stupid, fancy and overly expensive specialty coffee,” he muttered as he pulled on the strings of his hoodie like a teenager being told to clean his room, “but just so you know, it’s gonna be you who has to make that call to my mom to inform her that her son has died of a heart attack, and then you’ll be sorry!”

“I’ll give her my deepest condolences,” Niko promised with a hand on his chest and bursted into loud giggles, not caring if he’d end up on the head librarian’s black list.

The closer they got to the entrance of the coffee shop, the harder Joel’s poor heart was beating inside his chest.

Ironically, it wasn’t even because of the damn bird.

All the way from the 4th floor to the entrance lobby of the library, their hands had kept bumping against each other as they had walked side by side, each dreadful time leaving Joel almost as breathless as the next, for he couldn’t (in his horrifyingly illogical brain) figure out whether Niko had actually been serious about holding his hand as they’d pass the pigeon that guarded the front door of the local Starbucks. By the time Niko was finished fumbling his umbrella open and they stepped in the pouring rain, Joel was trembling with nervousness and anticipation.

“You really should start wearing a jacket. It’s not hoodie weather anymore,” Niko remarked.

Joel had no comeback prepared to defend himself, and anyway his chattering teeth would’ve likely made any argument sound way less convincing.

“Fucking hell, are you that frightened of that little guy?” Niko asked and nodded towards the coffee shop about 50 metres down the street, where Joel could already see the blood-thirsty pigeon sitting in its nest waiting for him (fair enough, he couldn’t quite see it from 50 metres away, but at least he could very well imagine it).

“No,” Joel replied, and in a way it was true; the horror of having Niko touch him as tenderly as he had threatened had made Joel momentarily forget about the vicious gatekeeper of roastery products.

“Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner it’ll be over,” Niko smiled. Then, without as much as a warning, he grabbed Joel’s hand in his and started dragging him along the street.

It wasn’t quite as intimate as Joel had feared, since Niko’s hand was partially covered with a woolly fingerless glove, so that for a second Joel thought he might just survive the ordeal, but then Niko’s thumb begun rubbing the back of Joel’s palm, and suddenly Joel felt himself melt under the touch like a snowman in April, slithering down the sewer with the rain water.

From the corner of his eye he could see the movements of Niko’s bright yellow beanie, could sense the man glancing at him, but Joel was far too terrified to return the gesture, as much as he wanted to take in Niko’s fair features. Seeing Niko’s stunning smile on top of holding his hand might have just been the final, lethal blow for Joel.

Joel hardly registered the water dripping on his shoulder as Niko struggled sheltering them both with his umbrella, having to hold it awkwardly with his left hand, since his right hand was otherwise occupied. It was a small price to pay, however, for as helpless as he felt upon such a simple token of affection, Joel was already dreading the moment they would have safely passed the pigeon and stepped in the coffee shop with no reason to be holding hands anymore.

The agonising thought made Joel squeeze Niko’s hand without thinking, and if Niko hadn’t squeezed back immediately, he might as well let the killer pigeon from hell peck him to eternal sleep.

Clasping Niko’s hand embarrassingly hard and feeling the man’s body warmth spread to his, had lulled him into such a haze that it wasn’t until he heard a quiet but demonic coo from somewhere above his head that he realised they had already arrived at their destination.

Soon there was another coo, a bit louder this time, and Joel felt hard to breathe.

“Now, don’t panic,” Niko said calmly, stepping to stand in front of Joel. “It hasn’t even noticed you.”

“What do you mean it hasn’t noticed me? I can feel it staring at me, plotting its next move,” Joel said through gritted teeth, already picturing the gory slaughter the pigeon was undoubtedly fantasising in its little bird brain at the sight of Joel.

As if by command, the pigeon flapped its enormous wings (although, according to Niko’s later account of the events, it had merely groomed itself briefly), causing Joel’s pulse to skyrocket in the blink of an eye. He broke away from Niko’s touch, all but ready to run for his life, but the second the soft texture of Niko’s glove left his hand, it reappeared on his neck, the thumb that earlier had brushed against the back of his palm was now stroking his jaw reassuringly.

“Hey, Joel, look at me,” Niko said when yet another murderous coo had Joel inhale sharply. “Hey now, you’re safe, alright?”

Niko looked up at him, his green eyes without a hint of ridicule or amusement at Joel’s absurd anxiety, and as his thumb kept caressing his jawline and cheek and even the corner of his mouth, it was surprisingly easy for Joel to forget about the pigeon, or the rain drumming on the umbrella above them, or the passing cars splashing water from puddles on their shoes as they drove past.

Later Joel would realise that Niko had probably been standing on his tippy-toes to have been able to gently boop Joel’s nose with his, a gesture so gentle and loving that Joel almost burst to tears right there and then.

Niko blinked his eyes softly and Joel blinked back at him when Niko’s lips parted again to speak, to warm Joel’s trembling ones with a tender whiff of air.

“You’re safe with me,” Niko whispered, his eyes locked into Joel’s.

At that moment, Joel believed him.

And in the next moment, he felt Niko’s mouth on his, Niko’s nose brushing the side of his, Niko’s gloved hand at the back of his head, sliding off his hood the further back it travelled. The umbrella must have been askew, for Joel could feel droplets of rain on his face; however, the sensation wasn’t half as intense and blissful as the sensation of Niko, of his body pressing against him, of his tongue swirling inside his mouth as they deepened the kiss in unison. Any fear Joel might have felt, of the bird or of unexpected intimacy with a friend he hoped could be more than a friend, was replaced by pleasure and peace of mind, and he gripped the collar of Niko’s jacket in order to grip onto this wonderful alternative universe in which his crush liked him back and hideous pigeons couldn’t get to him.

Even the next, horrid coo couldn’t unnerve him anymore, not with the flood of serotonin flowing through his whole being. Niko, on the other hand, laughed quietly against Joel’s mouth.

“You want that caramel macchiato? On me, if you will. For being so brave and making out in front of the pigeon.”

“Mmh, yes, I think I deserve a venti, the very least,” Joel grinned and pecked Niko’s lips, “with extra caramel. It’s been a rather traumatising experience, after all.”

“Maybe we should go inside to negotiate?” Niko asked, nudging their noses together. “And with all due respect, I think it’s the pigeon who’s traumatised by now.”

Joel wasn’t sure if Niko had actually managed to kiss the ornithophobia out of him, but he did know that the feeling of cuddling and laughing with Niko in the corner of a coffee shop trumped the feeling of fear any day.

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