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20 - costa rican - she/her - lou lou 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

[louloucake]

NAVIGATION

(18+ ) - LOU LOU

welcome to my blog, feel free to send mini thoughts i love to read them!

currently writing for them men of akotsk!! (dunk, aerion, valarr and daeron!) might expand to hotd soon!

╰┈➤ masterlist

╰┈➤ ser duncan the tall separate masterlist (its long lols)

╰┈➤ trailertrash!aerion masterlist

╰┈➤ series

╰┈➤ "other" masterlist (bobby franklin...)

[renkith]

guy whose kink is making u feel safe. takes pride in it even

[serduncansdelight]

do I even need to elaborate?

[louloucake]

What was their first time together like after the initial separation when reader finally returns and they’re both older (TT!Aerion and reader) How did it happen, what lead to it

WELLLL their first time actually having a normal conversation together after the separation isn't planned at all. for a while, aerion is kind of an asshole about your return but he's really just hurt.

you show up at his new place that winter with a box full of things that belonged to him. old sweaters he'd left at your house years ago. a lighter. a pocketknife. random little pieces of a life that existed before boarding school happened.

he opens the door and looks down at the box, then back up at you and says, "thanks."

then tries to close the door. you actually have to stick your foot out. "aerion."

"what?"

"can we talk?"

"don't really got nothin' to say."

and that becomes the pattern for a while, but you keep showing up and he keeps pretending he doesn't care. you bring brownies one day. a peach pie after that. then cookies.

and after about the sixth dessert he finally opens the door and just stares at the container in your hands. "what is it this time?"

"lemon loaf."

he groans out your name. "i cannot eat all of this shit by myself."

"i'll help you then."

after that things get easier. he starts letting you stay longer. first it is just long enough to finish whatever you brought over, then long enough to sit on his couch while some old show hums low on the television, then long enough that the daylight outside shifts into evening before either of you realizes how many hours have passed.

slowly, almost against his will, aerion begins to act less like he is bracing for you to disappear again.

boarding school comes up one night while you're sitting together on the couch. he asks what it was really like.

"lonely," you admit. "everybody acted like i belonged there, but i never really did. i was angry too. angry at my parents for sending me away. angry at myself for missing home. angry at you for making me miss it even more."

aerion leans back against the couch, jaw tight. "i hated you for leavin'," he says finally. "for a long time."

you swallow. "i know."

"but i thought about you every day." his voice goes quieter. "even when i was mad. even when i was tellin' myself i didn't care. i still thought about you. the way you talked when you were sleepy. the way you'd try not to laugh. all the little stuff."

he looks down at his hands. "it pissed me off," he admits. "you weren't even here anymore and i still felt you everywhere."

"i thought you might've forgot about me," you whisper.

his head lifts immediately. "i didn't." the answer comes fast. firm. "bein' forgotten means you stop matterin'. and you never stopped matterin'. not for a damn second."

all that hurt he'd carried around for years, all because he loved you. and before either of you can overthink it, you reach for his hand. he looks down at it, then back at you. and for the first time since coming home, neither of you feels like a stranger anymore.

then one afternoon you mention your car making a weird noise.

"bring it by tuesday."

you blink. "you'll look at it?"

"yeah."

"for free?"

"don't push your luck."

[louloucake]

I love ur writing and ur page and u 😌💕✨

I LOVE YOU!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[louloucake]

tell me how to do it .⋆ pt. 2

trailertrash!daeron x reader

-18+, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, kind of loser!sub!daeron, lotsss of dirty talk, semi-public sex (established casual relationship!!), water sex, slight choking kink, sorry ab any misspellings xoxo!!!

the sun was beating down on the worn-out lawn chairs outside your trailer, the kind of heat that made the air shimmer and your skin sticky.

daeron was already stripped down to his boxers, standing by the edge of the lake with his toes curling in the muddy water, looking like a lost puppy who'd just been kicked. "you comin' or what?" he called, his voice a little too loud for the quiet afternoon.

you rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at your lips as you peeled off your tank top, letting it drop onto the grass. "i'm coming, i'm coming" you shot back, wading into the water just where it hit your chest.

the coolness was a relief, and daeron's eyes followed you, dark and hungry, like he was starving and you were the only meal in sight.

"had a weird dream last night," he said, splashing water at you, but his voice was soft, almost shy. "you were in it. again." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away like he was embarrassed, which only made you want to mess with him more.

"yeah?" you swam a bit closer, the water sloshing around your boobs, your hands finding his hips. "what'd i do this time? run away to spain? crash your truck? or maybe i told you to get your shit together and stop drinking all that cheap beer?" you laughed, your fingers digging into his skin just enough to make him shiver.

"no," he breathed, his hands coming up to grip your arms, his knuckles white. "you were…you were choking me. not hard, just your hand on my throat, telling me what to do. and i liked it. fuck, i liked it so much." his voice cracked, and you could feel how hard he was already, his dick pressing against your thigh through the wet fabric of his boxers.

"you really gotta quit drinking all that beer," you teased, but your tone was lower now, more serious. you wrapped your fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just letting him feel the weight of your hand there.

he moaned, his head falling back, exposing the line of his throat. "i will- i promise honey," he whispered

your lips crashed against his, messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. your other hand slid down his chest, past his stomach, until you were palming his dick through his boxers, feeling him twitch against your palm.

"you're so easy daeron..." you murmured against his mouth, your thumb rubbing over the head of his cock. you squeezed his throat just a little, and his hips jerked forward, a choked sound escaping his lips.

"only for you," he gasped, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush, the water sloshing around you both. "always only for you."

you pushed his boxers down further, and wrapped your legs around his waist. his dick slid against you, hot and hard, and you rocked your hips, teasing him, making him whine into your mouth.

"please, honey" he choked out, his eyes glazed over with lust. "please, i need it. need you. wanna fuck you so bad, right here- c'mon nobody's here..." his hands were gripping your ass, pulling you closer, and you could feel how desperate he was.

lining him up and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. he groaned, his head falling forward onto your shoulder, his hips stuttering as he tried to thrust up into you. you set the pace, slow and torturous, your hand still on his throat, your other hand tangled in his wet hair.

the water splashing around you both. "you are so fucking big daeron- why are so big?" you squeezed his throat again, and his eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"i know m'sorry, m'sorry but you always take it so good." he gasped, his hips bucking wildly. the apology was pathetic and it made your cunt clench around him.

you started moving faster, bouncing on his dick in the cool lake water, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet afternoon. "gonna be a good boy and let me use this cock?"

his response was a choked moan, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

he wasn't trying to take over, just hold on, his grip a silent plea for more. "y-yeah," he stammered, his voice wrecked. "anything for you. fuck, i'll be so good for you."

your hand loosening on his throat just enough for him to take a proper breath before you tightened it again, a steady, possessive pressure. you set a languid pace, rising up slowly until just the head of his dick was inside you, then sinking back down just as slow, taking every inch of him until your hips met his. the water swirled around your torso, cool against your heated skin.

his head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "shit," he breathed, his eyes rolling back in his head. "you feel... fuck, you feel incredible." his hands on your hips guided you, not forcing, just matching your rhythm, helping you rock against him in a way that had you both gasping.

"please," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "please, honey, can i...can i touch you?" his hands flexed on your hips, itching to roam, to explore.

"you are touching me, baby," you teased, your thumb stroking over the side of his neck. "but if you wanna make it good for me, you better put those hands to work."

he didn't need to be told twice. one hand slid up your back, tracing the line of your spine, while the other moved between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with an ease that spoke of practice. he rubbed slow, firm circles, the pressure just right, and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips.

"ohmygod!" you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. "d-daeron..m'gonna cum on your cock."

his response was a strangled groan, his fingers moving faster, his other hand gripping your hip tighter. "wanna feel you," he panted, his forehead resting against yours. "wanna feel you squeeze down and cum all over me. please- honey i want it please-"

his words were your undoing. with a cry, you threw your head back, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless. he followed you over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you, his cock pulsing deep within your still-clenching walls.

for a long moment, he just stood there, tangled together in the cool water, your foreheads pressed together as you both struggled to catch your breath. finally, you pulled back just enough to look at him, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on your lips.

daeron just hummed, a low, contented sound rumbling in his chest. his hands, which had been gripping you so tightly moments before, were now just resting on your hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles against your skin. he looked completely messy, hair plastered to his forehead, lips swollen and parted, eyes hazy and unfocused.

you let out a soft laugh, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. "my legs feel like jello," you admitted, trying to shift your weight and wiggle your legs for effect. "and i'm pretty sure my panties are now a permanent part of this lake's ecosystem."

daeron snorted, a goofy, unattractive sound that you secretly loved. he looked down at his own predicament, his shorts still tangled around his ankles in the water, and flushed a deeper red. "shit," he muttered, trying to kick them off without much success. "forgot about those."

"very graceful." you teased, watching him struggle. you managed to let go of him and stand on the muddy lake floor to let him grab his boxers. he struggled to pull the damp boxers up his legs. it was a clumsy, awkward process, and you couldn't help but watch the muscles in his back tense and relax as he moved.

"need some help with that?" you teased, wading out of the water and onto the grassy bank.

"i got it," he called after you, his voice muffled by the fabric. you could hear him splashing around behind you.

you just laughed and kept walking, the grass soft and cool under your bare feet. you could feel his eyes on you, watching you walk away, and you made sure to put a little extra sway in your hips, just to tease him. you heard him stumble, then a soft curse, and you knew he'd tripped over his own feet, distracted by the sight of you.

"be careful," you called over your shoulder, not even bothering to look back.

you reached the small patch of worn grass near the weathered porch of your house. your clothes were scattered where you'd left them in a heap. you bent down, snatching his faded black band t-shirt from the pile.

it was still warm from the sun.

without a second thought, you pulled the shirt over your head right there in the open. the worn cotton was soft against your sensitive skin, falling to mid-thigh and completely swallowing your frame.

you turned around just as he was finally trudging out of the water, his boxers still damp and clinging awkwardly to his legs.

"i can feel it leaking out," you said after a moment, your voice quiet.

a flush crept up his neck, spreading across his cheeks, but he didn't look away.

"that's how gravity works honey," he mumbled and reach out to grab your face but before he could you swat his hand away playfully, then you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.

[mynorthernattitude]

“spit in my mouth” but make it romantic. like with feelings and eye contact.

[louloucake]

bobby with a breeding kink / babytrapping to “ground” himself to reality when really he’s unhealthily co-dependent

bobby's toxic codependency gives him a breeding kink ⋆.˚

bobby never explicitly says he wants a baby to ground himself to reality, but you see it in his eyes every time he pulls out, then changes his mind and pushes back inside with a guttural groan. you know this isn't about parenting, it's about anchoring himself to something tangible after the endless yellow walls of the backrooms.

he's started reading up on how to conceive faster, checking out books at the library, timing your cycles, marking the calendar with an obsessiveness that should terrify you but instead makes you feel cherished...

the way he looks at you when he thinks you might be pregnant, that mixture of hope and desperation, it's the most intense thing you've ever experienced.

sometimes when he's buried inside you, his eyes glaze over slightly. he pants against your ear, whispering sweet nothings about being a family and feeling like things out here are real, his thrusts become more deliberate, deeper, as if trying to imprint himself on your very womb.

he positions you carefully afterward, holding your legs up, telling you not to move. "don't waste it," he says, his voice tight with something that's not passion but desperation.

the morning after pill sits in your medicine cabinet. when you mentioned contraception once, bobby went completely still. "don't," he said, voice dangerously quiet. "don't take that away from me. from us."

you haven't brought it up again.

you find yourself wondering what would happen if you actually got pregnant. would his obsession finally ease? or would it just transfer to the child, another person to monitor and control? the thought should send you running, but instead you find yourself calculating when you're most fertile, positioning yourself differently during sex to help his cause, because well, you want to give him this anchor too.

the co-dependency has become so twisted that you've started wanting what he wants, not because you're ready to be a mother, but because you see how desperately he needs this to be real.

your mind flashes back to the backrooms, to that endless yellow maze where reality frayed at the edges. you remember bobby screaming your name when you were separated for what felt like days, his voice thin and distorted by the humming lights. when he finally found you, he was different, his eyes wide with something you'd never seen before.

when bobby pushes into you that night, his eyes locked on yours, you don't stop him. you wrap your legs around his back and pull him deeper, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he's right.

[louloucake]

Love the idea of Bobby becoming possessive and unhinged after you both escape the backrooms. Before things were casual and relaxed, now hes with you 24/7, calling you all the time to check in on you. Loses his patience more often and smiles less. Gets super mad if you go somewhere without him and he can’t contact you. You never go out on dates anymore, all he wants to do is stay home where he can cling onto you like you’re glued together.

bobby can't handle being away from you for too long ⊹ ࣪ ˖

OOHHHH the shift in bobby is both terrifying and intoxicating!!! before the backrooms, your relationship was easy, casual, you'd find yourselves tangled together on the couch, hands brushing as you passed each other in your small apartment, comfortable in your shared space. now that comfort has morphed into something suffocating and desperate.

his fingers are always on you now, tracing your collarbones as you cook, wrapping around your wrist when you walk down the street. the constant physical contact that once felt natural now feels like a tether, though you secretly crave it.

now you two fuck like bunnies. the sex is frantic, desperate, as if he's trying to merge with you, to erase the boundaries between your bodies. he whispers things against your skin that make your heart race, "never leave me," "i can't- fuck- i can’t be without babe," "my girl…youre my girl." you come apart in his arms again and again, knowing this intensity is born from trauma but unable to resist how alive it makes you feel.

but god forbid you need to go somewhere alone. the first time you went to the grocery store by yourself, you returned to find him pacing, his eyes wild, phone clutched in his hand. "where were you?" he demanded, though you'd only been gone forty-five minutes. "i tried calling seven times. why didn't you answer?" when you showed him your phone, dead battery, he didn't calm down.

now you lie about your plans, saying you're visiting a friend when really you just need an hour to yourself. the guilt eats at you, especially when he saves you from your nightmares by pulling you close, his body shaking with remembered terror from that place. how can you deny him anything after that?

you tell yourself it's just adjustment, that things will settle back to normal eventually. but in your heart, you know this is your new normal, two broken people clinging to each other because the alternative is unthinkable.

[louloucake]

this gif just gave me a whole new tt!aerion fantasy

https://www.tumblr.com/ceren2/818091817315827712

OHMGGG CANNOT BREATHE RNNN

giving trailer trash!aerion road head ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the engine humming loud enough to drown out everything but the sound of you taking him. he has a death grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, trying to keep the truck between the lines while you're head is between his legs.

he loves the danger of it…the sheer risk of getting pulled over with his pants around his ankles and his cock down your throat. it makes his blood pump faster…straight to his dick.

he can't focus on the road, his vision blurring as he watches your head bob up and down, your glossy lips stretched wide around his girth.

"fuck," he groans, his voice rough and strained, one hand leaving the wheel to tangle in your hair. "love your pretty fuckin’ mouth so much baby but i don’t wanna crash- w-wait ngh!"

the vibration of the truck shifts into gear, sending a hum through the floorboards that rattles right up to your mouth, adding a whole new layer of sensation to the blow job.

he grunts, his hips jerking up slightly to meet the mouth, desperate for more friction.

he has to keep his eyes on the road, has to stay focused all while he's getting his soul sucked out completely by your mouth.

"im gonna pull over-" he growls, grabbing your hair and forcing you to take him all the way to the base. "i can't drive like this. i need to feel you wrap around me properly…"

[louloucake]

NEW THEME!! 🌹 so so pretty!! gorgeous as always, loulou 💌

AWEEE THANK YOU!!! LOLS!!!

happy summer guysss!!! 🥰❣️🍓

[aestheticadelica]

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dating bobby franklin… bobby is the type to show affection through actions more than words. he'll fix something for you, carry your backpack, or drive you somewhere before he outright says how much he cares.

dating bobby franklin… he constantly records little moments on his camcorder. random footage of you laughing, eating french fries, or making faces at the camera. years later he'd probably have boxes full of tapes labeled in messy handwriting.

dating bobby franklin… if you complain about being cold, his jacket is immediately around your shoulders before you even finish your sentence.

dating bobby franklin… he likes teasing, but never in a mean way. mostly stupid jokes, fake dramatic reactions, and trying to make you laugh when you're annoyed.

dating bobby franklin… he's very much a "come with me" boyfriend. running errands, picking up camera equipment, browsing record stores, grabbing burgers after work. he just likes having you around.

because it's the mid-90s, he leaves little notes for you. folded pieces of paper tucked into your locker, jacket pocket, or car dashboard.

he makes mixtapes. not because he's some smooth romantic genius, but because he spent three hours recording songs off the radio and accidentally talked over half of them.

dating bobby franklin… if you borrow one of his hoodies, you're never giving it back. he complains about it, but secretly likes seeing you wear it.

dating bobby franklin… he's naturally curious, so he asks a million questions about your interests. even if he doesn't understand something, he genuinely wants to hear you talk about it.

dating bobby franklin… horror movies become a regular date night thing. he'll act brave right up until the scary part happens.

dating bobby franklin… when he's excited about something, he talks with his hands and gets carried away. you'd end up listening to twenty-minute explanations about cameras or some weird thing he found.

dating bobby franklin… he isn't the jealous type, but he can get protective. if somebody is making you uncomfortable, he's immediately stepping closer and checking if you're okay.

dating bobby franklin… he absolutely loves seeing candid photos of you. blurry, badly lit, completely random pictures. those are his favorites.

dating bobby franklin… after a bad day, he'd probably just sit beside you in comfortable silence. no grand speeches, no perfect advice. just being there.

dating bobby franklin… his idea of a perfect date is honestly pretty simple: driving around at night, stopping for food, listening to music, and talking about whatever comes to mind.

if he says "i'll be there in five minutes," expect him in fifteen.

dating bobby franklin… whenever he laughs really hard, he tries to keep talking and completely loses his train of thought.

dating bobby franklin… he'd never admit it, but he'd keep little things you gave him. movie tickets, notes, polaroids, anything that reminds him of you.

[8nin]

interlocking fingers while fucking >>>>

[louloucake]

idk if youve already written this but favorite sex positions with TT/Aerion??

i haven't yet so here are some of trailer trash!aerion's favorite positions! ♡︎⋆. w visuals

doggy on couch ("lazy susan")

one of tt!aerion's favorite positions is you sprawled out on the couch, on your stomach and pounding into you from behind, his hands tangling in your hair, yanking your head back as he grunts with each thrust or his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.

the worn fabric of the couch creaks under you both, the smell of his cheap cologne and your pretty perfume mixing with the heat of your skin. his cock presses against your entrance, teasing, before he pushes inside stretching you open. he groans when you take him, you're always so so so tight for him!! he won't last long with your walls fluttering like that.

he’ll let out a string of low, guttural curses that get muffled by your gasps. he likes that he can see the way you take every inch, the way you stretch around him, desperate to accommodate him completely. he’ll grip your hips harder, nails digging into your skin, and lean over you, trapping you against the worn cushions.

"look at me, c'mon look at me-" he’ll command, his voice rough and demanding as he picks up the speed, pounding into you with a ferocity that leaves you seeing stars. the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud in the small, cramped space of the living room, echoing off the peeling paint and the bare walls.

face to face

aerion's absolute favorite position is anything with eye contact. on the armchair, on his bed, the front seat of the truck, on the boat…and pull you onto his lap. you straddle him, facing him, and he wraps his arms tight around your waist, his hands wandering up your back to hold you close.

he loves this angle. it lets him look deep into your eyes while he works you open. his grip on your hips is firm, anchoring you so he can lift and thrust up into you with steady, deliberate strokes, grinding against your sensitive walls.

the sight of your pretty face when he hits that sweet spot sends a spark through him. he likes watching you fall apart for him, seeing the pleasure wash over your features, your lips parting, eyes fluttering. cooing a sweet, “i know…i know, baby.”

he’ll tilt his head down to kiss you, messy and hungry, swallowing your moans against his mouth. he LOVES to kiss you, wet smooches against your cheek, jaw and neck- just anywhere he can get to, he’s kissing. his fingers trace patterns on your lower back, feeling the tremors running through you as he rocks his hips against yours. he wants to memorize every expression you make, every sound you breathe out when he fills you up completely, marking you not just with his touch, but with his gaze.

pole position (thigh master)

he'll sprawl out on the bed, one knee bent, and you'll climb over him, straddling his thigh while he lies on his back. his leg goes between yours, pressing up against your clit with every movement.

he loves that you have to grind against him to get it right, that you have to work to find the rhythm. he'll guide your hips, showing you exactly where to sit, how to angle your body so his thigh is grinding against you just right.

his hands will rest on your hips, holding you in place as he lifts his leg up to grind against you more firmly. it's intimate in a different way—slower, more deliberate. he likes watching you squirm on top of him, likes knowing he's controlling the pace without even touching your pussy.

as you start to get comfortable with the rhythm, he'll grab your hips and pull you down so he can slide his cock inside you from this angle. the combination of his thigh grinding against your clit and his cock stretching you open is too much to handle.

he'll hold you there, riding him in reverse while taking your boyfriend sooo deep, all while his leg keeps up the pressure on your most sensitive spot. "look at this ass," he grunts, slapping it lightly, "you're fuckin' soakin’ my leg-" watching your juices slick up his thigh.

[louloucake]

Hey sorry for the dumb question but does tt!aerion stand for trailer trash 😭😭😭

no its okay lols!!

yes it does. 😌💕

[louloucake]

i’m not sure how much you want to write for bobby franklin, but just in case, i wondered what you’d think of boyfriend!bobby helping his girlfriend cope with nightmares/trauma responses to what the two of them see after escaping the backrooms 💘

boyfriend!bobby comforting you after nightmares ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the backrooms had spit you out eventually, dragged you both through enough horror to leave your nerves permanently frayed, but escape did not mean peace.

it did not mean sleep came easy.

it did not mean your body understood that the fluorescent hum was gone, that the endless yellow walls were behind you, that the fear was supposed to stay there too.

it followed you home.

sometimes you would wake with a strangled gasp already caught in your throat, fingers twisting in the sheets, your whole body rigid like you had been caught somewhere far away and dragged back all at once. other times you woke trembling without a sound, eyes wide and glossy in the dark, staring at nothing for a moment before the reality of your room would slowly piece itself back together. bobby knew the signs by now. he knew the exact way your breathing changed, the tiny hitch in your chest, the way your hand would start searching beside you before you were fully awake, reaching for him like your body was desperate to make sure he was still there.

and he always was.

most nights the two of you slept tangled together, limbs wrapped around each other like even in your sleep you were afraid to lose the other one.

bobby held you close with one arm thrown around your waist, his face tucked into your hair, one hand resting steady and warm against your back. it made him feel better, keeping you there like that, like he was anchoring you to the world just as much as you anchored him.

but sometimes the terrors hit too hard, and no amount of closeness was enough to stop your body from jerking awake in panic.

this night was one of those nights.

you woke with a sharp inhale, your chest rising too fast, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might split your ribs open. for a second you didn’t know where you were, the room was dark, but the dark wasn’t comforting yet.

you tried to slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

careful because you didn’t want to bother him.

careful because you didn’t want to feel needy.

careful because part of you still hated how much the fear could take out of you, how it could leave you shaking and small.

but before your feet even hit the floor, bobby was up.

“hey,” he said softly, voice rough with sleep but instantly awake in the way only people who loved you could be. “babe?”

you froze for a second, hand braced on the mattress.

he was already sitting up, shirtless and half-dazed, the bed sheets falling low around his waist as he blinked at you in the dark. even half asleep, even still waking up, the concern on his face was immediate and real.

“c’mere,” he murmured.

you swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the lingering panic. “i’m okay.”

bobby gave you a look that said he did not believe that for a second. “i know…” he said gently.

bobby swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, moving toward you without hesitation. the floor creaked softly under his feet, and he came close enough to brush his hand down your arm, warm and steady against your cold skin. then, with the kind of care that made your chest ache, he guided you away from the bed and toward the kitchen.

“come on,” he said, his voice low. “let’s get you out of here for a minute.”

the apartment was quiet around you. bobby kept one hand on the small of your back as he walked beside you, not pushing, not rushing…

in the kitchen, he leaned against the counter and looked at you for a long second, studying your face in the dim light.

“do you want me to make you something?” he asked. “tea….coffee…hot chocolate?”

“no, m’okay thank you, bobby.”

it was such a simple thing, the offer. so ordinary. so painfully normal.

he didn’t treat you like you were broken. he didn’t act like your fear was annoying or inconvenient or something you should just get over.

“or we could watch tv. or i can take us to denny’s if you’re hungry enough for that. whatever you want, baby.”

you rubbed at your face and let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know.”

“that’s okay,” he said right away. “then we don’t have to decide yet.”

he moved to stand in front of you, tilting his head down so he could catch your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek with such tenderness.

you were quiet for a moment, fighting the urge to apologize for being like this, for waking him, for needing too much, for not being able to just sleep. but bobby was looking at you like he had all the time in the world, like there was nowhere else he could possibly rather be.

so you leaned into him instead.

his arms came around you instantly. no hesitation. he held you close with one hand at the back of your head and the other around your waist, lowering his chin to rest on top of your head.

“i've got you- i've got you-” he cooed.

your eyes shut. the fear was still there, but his arms made it easier to bear. easier to breathe. easier to remember where you were.

bobby swayed you gently in place, just a little, like he was trying to rock the terror out of your body.

“i'm sorry,” you whispered. the words were barely audible, but bobby heard them.

immediately he pulled back just enough to look at you. his brows pinched together.

“for what?”

you looked away. “for waking you up.”

the expression on his face somehow grew even softer. his thumb brushed beneath your eye.

“i was already up.”

“no you weren’t…”

“you’re up, i’m up, babe.” he leans down to kiss your cheek. “don’t ever have to have sorry-”

he kisses your cheek again.

“not for this.”

another.

“not ever.”

your eyes squeezed shut. there wasn't even the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice, no exhaustion, no frustration, just concern…..just love.

[missmanlykink]

SER DUNK promised to teach you his ways because you asked so nicely. being a lady knight isn’t at all usual for your time, but the norms are the least of your concerns. you’re a bit younger than dunk—four years and seven months exactly, but you insist it’s only four. dunk knows that whatever feelings that simmer in the core of his stomach should be banished to the dark cellar in the back of his mind not be let out. to him, you are completely off limits. his squire, his protégé, someone who earned the title of “a little sister to him.” it never offended you, it was quite heartwarming in your opinion. having the man you look up to care so much about you, but it’s deeper than that.

the guilt coursing through his veins was endless each time he snuck in a glance at your naked body bathing in the nearby lake. skin always pretty and glittering in the sunlight like you were a goddess…he could trace each memorized curves and soft areas of your body into his skin and fantasize about the feeling of having your pressed against him for real—but he was crazy. he was being disgusting. mentally defiling the most honorable woman he’s ever known and molding you down to some object of his desires, but truthfully, there was no molding that needs to be done for you to absolute perfection in his eyes.

[louloucake]

Do you think in the early stages of childhood/teenage years tt!Aerion would physically fight Valarr after hearing conversations between the parents about putting reader and Valarr together? 

tt!aerion basically beating up valarr ⋆.˚

yes, absolutely. early tt!aerion would 100% be the type to hear grown-ups talking about “a good match” and immediately decide valarr had to be dealt with. he would not handle it maturely at all. if he caught even a little bit of those conversations about putting you and valarr together, he would get mean about it fast, because in his head that is not some harmless family plan, that is somebody trying to take you from him before you even get a say.

aerion is thirteen, he overhears the adults talking first, not even all of it, just enough. enough to catch words like “good match” and “valarr” and your name said in the same breath and that is all it takes. he gets hot immediately, chest tight, ears ringing, and instead of walking away like a normal kid, he follows valarr out and starts something stupid on purpose.

aerion throwing the first insult, valarr trying to act like he is above it, and aerion hating that even more. valarr says something calm and condescending, probably trying to end it without making a scene, and that is what really sets aerion off. because from aerion’s point of view, valarr does not even have to raise his voice to be unbearable. he just stands there looking composed and smug and like he already knows he is going to win.

so aerion shoves him first.

that is usually how it starts. a hard shove to the chest, a shoulder check, valarr stumbles, looks shocked for half a second, and then says something stupidly polite like “you ought to calm down,” which is basically gasoline on aerion’s temper.

after that it turns into fists. a few good hits and the boys faces are bloody.

the adults pull them apart before it gets truly bad, but by then aerion’s knuckles are split and his face is red and he is still trying to get back at valarr through everybody holding him back.

the second fight is worse because it is older aerion. more muscle, more rage, more resentment built up over years. by then it is not just about one conversation overheard in the hallway. it is about all of it. the promise to valarr, the pressure from your parents, the fact that you and aerion have gone back to each other again and again like neither of you can fully let go. and when valarr starts acting like he has the right to stand between you and aerion, that is it. aerion loses whatever restraint he has left.

valarr says something about “being realistic,” and aerion goes still for a second before stepping in too close. valarr thinks he can handle it, like he expects aerion to yell and storm off the way other people do.

he is wrong.

aerion cracks him with one hard punch and valarr goes down. this time he knows exactly what he is doing. he grabs him, drives him back, gets in his face, says whatever he has been holding in for years about how valarr has no right to you. valarr gets a few good hits in too, because he is not helpless.

and then of course valarr presses charges against aerion.

and that gets him arrested.

he is only truly remorseful once he realizes he made you have to come drag him out of jail, not because he feels like he was wrong for beating valarr up in the first place.

the second he sees you on the other side of that yellow stained little station window, pissed and disappointed, his whole face drops. he goes soft in that stupid puppy-eyed way he gets when he knows he has fucked up with you.

he is immediately apologizing, over and over, pressing his fingers to the glass like that will somehow fix it. “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry, i know, i know.” and you are mad at him, because now you have to sign papers and bail him out and deal with the embarrassment of the whole thing, but he is looking at you like a kicked dog.

you stay mad for a little while. maybe long enough to make him squirm. but he follows you around like a shadow, apologizing in that low, miserable voice, and eventually you cave because, well…you love him.