The light stayed red for what felt like forever, but Luke didn't seem to mind the wait. Usually, he was the guy weaving through traffic, always in a rush to get home or get to the rink, but tonight he was just... still. He shifted his weight in the drivers seat, his big frame taking up way more space than the car probably intended, and he just kept staring at you. It was that look that always made your stomach do backflips—the one where he looks at you like you're the only person in the world who matters.
"What?" you finally asked, looking up from your phone with a little smirk. "Is there something on my face?"
He didn't answer right away. He just reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw before his hand drifted down to rest back on your bump. His palm was so warm, even through the fabric of that tight dress. "Nothin'," he mumbled, his voice sounding a little bit raspy. "Just thinkin' about how lucky I am. You look insane tonight. Like, I dont even know if I can handle taking you into a public restaurant without wanting to turn the car around." You felt yourself blush, which was annoying because you'd been married to this man for three years, but he still knew exactly how to get a reaction out of you. "Luke, the reservation," you reminded him, though your heart wasnt really in it.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he sighed, finally pulling away as the light turned green. He drove one-handed, the other hand staying firmly planted on your belly. He started doing that thing where he talks to the baby in a low voice, almost a whisper, so quiet you could barely hear him over the hum of the tires. "You hear that, kid? Your moms being bossy again. But she looks too good for me to argue." He turned the car down a side street you didnt recognize, away from the loud neon signs of the city center. It was quieter here, lined with old oak trees and dim streetlamps. He eventually pulled up in front of this tiny, ivy-covered bistro that looked like it belonged in a movie. It was tucked away, private, and honestly looked way too fancy for a guy who spent most of his life in a sweaty locker room.
He parked the car but didnt kill the engine right away. He just sat there for a second, looking at his hand on your stomach. "Twenty weeks," he said, mostly to himself. "Halfway there. Sometimes it doesnt feel real until I'm sitting here with you like this. No fans, no coaches, just us." He leaned over the center console then, his shoulder brushing yours as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. His eyes were dark, full of that "pitiful" lovesick look you mentioned, but there was a flicker of something else there too—a protectivness that had only grown since you'd seen that first positive test.
"I know I’m a sap," he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. "But I realy am obsessed with you. And this." He patted your bump gently before leaning in to kiss you, a slow, deep breath of a kiss that made you forget all about being hungry. When he finally pulled back, he had that dopey, lopsided grin again. "Right. Food. Before you get hangry and start eating the upholstery." He hopped out of the car, practically jogging around to the passanger side to open your door like the total gentleman he pretended not to be.
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Ilya looks like whatever he’s about to say causes him pain, Shane wants nothing more than to take it away from him. “Therapy,” Ilya looks at him and Shane wishes he’d kept his sunglasses on, “you only went for one month.”
Shane sits up, plants his feet on the grass and has to suppress a groan. “I told you already-“
“I think you lied.”
The accusation feels like being stabbed, Shane frowns and shakes his head, “I would never lie to you.”
A/N : I am a beacon of sin. Likes and reblogs always appreciated. Thanks y'all!! I do have more Imagines if you guys are interested. Please, please let me know!!! Thanks again. Hope y'all enjoy.
Fandom: ( Kingdom of the )Planet of the Apes.
Pairing: Noa x Human! Reader.
Rating: K. ( Fluffy again, some other mentions of Ape Aggression but nothing too bad/vivid. )
** Does contain spoilers for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes.
Noa unequivocally staring you down.
-Ultimately, how the relationship really started. Noa was definitely a lot more subtle about it in the beginning - not sure how he truly felt about you, about… it. He would sit and pass time by watching, no no… Stalking your movements, how they might have varied from how he or any other Ape would move. The way your legs shaped when you walked, the way your hands grasped at things, the way your eyes laid bare everything he needed to know. Echo’s were so easy to read from expression alone and Noa yearned for that, metaphorically reaching his hands out in some feeble attempt that you would grab. He found himself occasionally mimicking your movements to himself when alone, laughing at how utterly awkward they felt to him. He’d shut his eyes then and think about it a bit more.
-He would intensely stare into your eyes whenever you talked one on one. He kept his gaze on you when around others, but not as intense as it was when he had you all to himself. Green, amber and gold speckled eyes followed the minute details of your face, almost down to the wrinkles around your eyes, only reserved when you blessed him with a smile. Rare, but he enjoyed it none-the-less. He sensed, after doing it a few times, that it made you nervous. Your heart raced - Noa swore he could feel it in his feet and something about that made him swell with pride. He’d boost his chest out, wanting to appear more suitable to you, more appealing, more… more… irresistible if you looked at him. But… Then, you would look away quickly, uttering something under your breath to take the attention away from the tension now obviously swirling around the two of you. Noa… He kept his eyes on you, regardless. Though, now it seemed you weren’t aware he was looking so closely.
-As time went on though, and he developed a more personal relationship with you, it… Changed. Noa couldn’t tell anyone why it did, why his eyes would pierce you so deeply, almost to the point where it felt like they were taking you down, further down than you had ever been and you were drowning in golden flecks surrounded by more shades of green than you could count. It left a burning sensation in the back of your mind, almost like bile. It was noticeable, even meters away from him but you buried it deep inside. Secretly, you liked it. Not-so-secretly, Noa knew that you did. He couldn’t explain why you were always in his line of vision, why he felt the need to make his gaze known to you, known to others… Known to others, he thought to himself. At least… Known to anyone he considered a threat. It just was what it was now.
-There were some shameful stares such as the absolute disintegration of another Ape when Noa caught the two of you together during communal dinner time. Mind you, it wasn’t just yourself and this Ape, named Ale, you were also with Anaya, Soona and Noa’s mother, Dar. But, Noa couldn’t separate that anymore. There was just you. He figured you’d be okay with his friends and mother, no one would bother you, you didn't need to be protected from them. But this familiarity with an Ape outside of his inner circle…? No, no. Noa didn't move from his ponderance, looking between you and this Ape on your left side. The fire roared in front of you, obscuring Noa from your view as you explained to Ale that humans often used utensils to eat if available. Noa saw you sign through the vivid orange fire, ‘Not messy.’
Ale shrugged his shoulders and held up a berry before popping it into his mouth, ‘Easier with hands.’
That made you laugh, but the lurch of Noa towards your new friend at your reaction was… Not as funny and it took Dar to finally get him to stop staring down one of his own, intimidatingly, refusing to break eye contact. Noa’s pupils were absolutely blown away, no trace of green or gold to be found. He was broad chested, and you took note that Noa was pushing himself up to appear bigger, more fierce.
Noa signed too fast for you to understand, too abrasive… Words split themselves here and there. ‘Mine’ you got that, ‘stop’ was another, ‘back off’ maybe… but your analysis was all in vain regardless. The gaze he was giving Ale said it all, at least, it did to you, and you wondered if his friends knew the look. Soona questioned Noa silently, but he didn't bother with an answer. Anaya looked between Noa, you and Dar. And based on Dar’s reaction to it, her ability to stop it, she’d seen it before. Maybe even had it happen with Koro when they were younger. You didn't want to ask, you didn't want to pry… But, you watched in baited silence as Noa stood down and huffed at you before pacing off to the right. He had no idea what came over him, but he did what he felt like he needed.
Noticing your scent.
Noa was unsure of the feral feeling that the situation gave him when he noticed it beyond just the scent of an Echo. It was yours. He had to deal with Anaya every so often saying something sarcastically about it, about how different it was and that they’d be able to smell you at least a click away, but Noa always shrugged them off.
Pensively, Noa shut his eyes. He was steadily resting back on his feet, crouching and sitting comfortably on his bent legs. Hunching forward, he grasped the ground with his hands, tangling them into the grass below him. Anaya was right. Your smell was very different from the Apes he was often around. He could point out his mother, a few infants that were following her around, Soona… Drawing a deep breath in, he felt like he was suffocating and his ribcage was expanded as far out as it would go without causing intense discomfort.
There was something different. Something almost intoxicatingly sweet. Disgustingly, Noa thought to himself and let his eyes slide open. He looked down at his hands, having now ripped grass out of the Earth. It was like he had tasted the most delectable berry of all time and now he was lingering in the smell that was left behind on his fingertips. He wanted to grab you, hard. Grab you roughly and pull you against him, never let you go, let his strength come in handy in a way that was outside of climbing. He’d consume all of you if you would allow him, he’d do more than that in fact. He’d let himself sink into you both physically and mentally, throwing away caution. Teeth sinking into fragile skin, minds entangling in a brutal dance. Your sweat pouring into his mouth, escaping onto his taste buds. Thoughts now in his mind, messing Noa up. They weren’t just his anymore, they were also yours. He was morbidly curious just how sweet you must have tasted when the smell alone left him feeling the way he was. He was deathly ill wanting to know what you were thinking.
All things made him bare his teeth for a split second, canines glistening in the setting sunlight. Tossing the grass in his hands down on the ground aggressively, Noa sat up completely, almost barrel chested before throwing his body into gear as he finally moved to pace followed by a quick saunter. He needed to find out where your scent was coming from before he unraveled at the seams.
Hand holding.
-Definitely a thing you tended to gravitate towards more than Noa. He often liked to keep his hands free to tinker around if needed or to fix something, it was after all, one of his most favorite things. He knew moments when you liked it, or rather… Needed it. Noa with you would do anything to cause him a surge of pride, and that included holding your hand.
-He was cautious about it at first, not sure how to react when he felt the side of your hand against his own. He had gruffed then, avoiding eye contact and you didn't try again.
-The second happenance was accidental. You had slipped on ice, Noa faster to react than you were and he was right in front of you before you had the chance to even brace your hands in preparation of falling. Swallowing softly at the sudden closeness of him, there was obvious heat that rose in you. “T-Thanks.”
Noa’s shoulders shifted as he helped you stand straight up again, your eyes coming to rest on his shoulders as Noa was just a touch taller than you were. Just a bit taller, but given circumstances, he was very strong. “Very… unbalanced.” He said to you in a deeper voice than he intended.
You nodded in agreement, looking down at your feet and then the trail that Noa wanted to take. It appeared icy regardless, and you were mentally preparing yourself to transverse. “Maybe we should have taken a horse.”
He sighed, the movement very apparent to your gaze as you looked over at him. Without a word, Noa held his right hand out. There was suddenly a lump in your throat. Was he…
“Take.” Noa uttered.
You hesitated, clenching your hands to the point where your fingers were slightly whitened.
“You don’t take, you end up on your---”
It was your turn to be faster than light, heart thundering in your chest wildly at the concept of what he was offering to you. You raised your right hand and grasped at his, almost clapping them together from the velocity you put forward. It was just a cupped hand holding, something you knew he would be semi-comfortable with as there was no strict intimacy. He rounded on his feet, much more balanced than you could ever be and began moving forward once again, careful of where he put his gait and hoped that you were smart enough to follow his exact footsteps. You let him move, your arm out-stretched awkwardly as you hadn’t moved in tandem with him. You needed to move, you mumbled inside of your head. You need to move.
You were frozen. And it only took Noa one more step before he tumbled down, ultimately being brought down by your inability to take any more action. You had pulled him down, by default. Your mouth flew open as he laid flat on his back, hands disconnecting at the fact that he had fallen. “Noa---”
He groaned finally, having taken a second to process what happened. “I gave you my hand to help you and you--”
“I’m so sorry.” There was a small touch of a laugh behind your words as Noa just… Rested. He didn't move aside from putting his hands on his chest, flat palmed almost like he was checking for any damage. The fall itself wasn’t bad, but there was ice speckled all over the ground and he couldn’t tell if he fell on any sharp objects. “Here.” You reciprocated the movement Noa had previously given, holding out your hand to help him up.
‘No.’ He signed at you, eyes squirting to gaze up at you due to the sun now angling right at the two of you.
“Noa---”
He shut his eyes and raised his hand, to the left and then to the right as his fingers grazed yours ever so gently. He allowed you to cup his hand. Admittedly, you were unsure if you were able to lift him on your own, and he must have known that. He must have…
“Shit!” You yelled, being tugged down by Noa. It was obvious he didn't use all his strength to do so, just enough to get you on the ground right next to him. It wasn’t a hard fall like his either, you landed relatively gently next to him but still felt like the air had left your lungs, “Ow.”
“Ow.” He said as well, allowing a moment to look at you next to him. The way your hair splayed out on the icy rock, the slight blush of your face. Noa figured that was from the cold, you had no fur to keep you at least sheltered from the winter winds. The last thing to process for both of you were your hands, now deeply entangled within each other. You could feel the sensation of leather, that must have been how his skin really felt… It was enticing, and you wanted nothing more than to trace the palms of his hands with your delicate hands. There was fur encasing his knuckles, thicker this time of year than it was during the late spring and peak summer… Actually, Noa’s hand almost eclipsed yours completely but you weren’t going to complain as you let your eyes fall shut. You’d get up in a few minutes despite your mind telling you over and over to stay.
working on a new Adam(Creature) x Reader fic! I like how it's going so far. Adam and reader work for a rich family in the countryside, reader is a maid, and Adam is a stable hand.
I just had a thought of Adam trying a pastry or sweets for the first time and I thought up a cute idea for a story.
i made a post before (like a month ago) that im not linking bc im lazy and it's midnight its abt a hamburr au im making this quick
RESET!Au
this is a burr-centric story
this story relies a lot on undertale because uh, that fandom revived itself into my brain and i can't get rid of it
burr is essentially frisk. he doesn't really know that yet though. obviously, im not making him choose mercy, violence etc.
the only thing that will be undertale related is the reset button.
Burr shoots hamilton in the first round (?). And regrets it.
He finds a glowing light. a button with the word "RESET" on it.
If it was truly what burr thinks it is, he clicks it.
And we are back to when he meets hamilton for the first time. The thing is, burr doesn't manage to change hamilton's fate after 5 resets.
The thing though, like in the game, hamilton is aware of these resets, but plays along for his own sake. Burr isn't. At least he's not as aware until the duel.
Hamilton persists even after three resets.
To find his buddies, Laurens, Lafayette and Hercules again
To meet his wife and the rest of the Schuyler sisters
To meet Washington
To meet Burr.
Again and again.
Every reset, he's sure Burr will finally maybe change his mind, maybe it would different. Even after getting shot three times he still trusts him to change it the next reset.
Burr goes through the five stages of grief (which are The Five Resets)
On the 6th reset, something happened.
It's the duel day, once again. Burr and Alexander are face to face one last time before going on about this reckless loophole. Burr feels empty. He stares at Alexanders glasses, where his reflection lies. It was silent for a moment.
"You don't need to keep doing this."
"What?"
Alexander turns around and waits for the duel to commence.
Fandom: Animorphs
Rating: Explicit
Archive warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Rachel/Tobias (Animorphs)
Additional Tags: Transfem Tobias (Animorphs), POV First Person, No beta we die like Elfangor, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Grief/Mourning, Identity Crisis, Implied Cassie/Rachel (Animorphs), Animorphs-Typical Body Horror Elements, Set During Book 54: The Beginning (Animorphs), Internalized Transphobia, Internalized Homophobia, Slaps Roof This Baby Can Fit So Much Self-Loathing, My First Fanfic, Masturbation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trans Female Character, Egg Cracking, Canon Compliant, Gender Dysphoria, Angst, The Author's Barely Concealed ADHD, One Shot
Wordcount: 5700 (complete)
Summary:
Tobias grieves Rachel, morphs another certain blonde bombshell, and jerks off while crying. Eggs crack left and right. Set post-war, sometime during the timeskips in Book 54.
Pairings: Survey Corps x Reader - things they do that annoy you
Word Count: 1029
Warnings: none
A/N: You know what really grinds my gears? When people are cruising on the road at 8am. Bitch move over, I’m literally late for work 😭
Lol that being said, here’s some everyday routines where I think the guys would be most annoying.
Headcannons Masterlist
Eren - leaves the big pot to soak.
You’re thankful for the help you really are, but you’d be even more thankful if Eren didn’t half ass the job. Albeit some of those food stains are really stubborn and just refuse to move, but every time? Not even! One day you had put on a pot of water to bring some potatoes to a boil, eager to stuff your face with the fluffy goodness of your handmade garlic mashed potatoes. And sure enough when dinner was long gone there the pot sat atop the stove, unwashed, because it needed “to soak.” You get it, Eren hates doing the dishes but you might actually cry the day you walk into the kitchen and meet the sink empty. You've complained about it on occasion but truth be told it doesn't bother you as much as it used to. He's even gotten creative and started hiding the pots in the oven and you can't help but giggle, closing the door so as to keep his "secrets" hidden.
Levi - adds water to the empty soap bottle to make it last longer.
Levi lives a somewhat frugal lifestyle and it has everything to do with his upbringing. Thankfully he’s a lot less stingy than he used to be, but this habit in particular has been the hardest to kick; and you just about pull your hair out every time. It's not even like there's not enough soap to spare. It's mostly him getting the most use out of the lingering soapy particles as he can. Surely it no longer serves its protective purposes, no matter how sudsy the results are? You've since learned to keep an extra bottle of personal soap in the cabinets for such a time, bringing it to the countertops once Levi has exhausted all efforts with the previous one.
Erwin - loud eater.
It’s not even an Erwin thing to be honest, it’s a people thing. Slurpers, suckers, gulpers, they can all get it. Cause why? The only people who can actively change the way they eat are the open mouthers, so you don't even waste your time with the Commander. Some background noise on the tv or radio can help you through most meals, but it doesn't stop your skin from crawling at the idea or pause in noise volume.
Connie - leaves a swig of juice left in the carton.
This one blows literal steam out of your ears because what was even the point. If an 8 ounce glass of orange juice was just poured and there’s 2 ounces left, just finish the damn thing. You’ve heard excuses ranging from he didn’t want to because then he’d feel bad for not leaving you any to he simply wasn't thirsty enough the last gulp; but none of those ever make it better. Connie still does this but makes an extra effort to hide the carton in the deepest part of the fridge for when he’s ready to finish its contents.
Jean - revs his engine loud as hell.
At first you thought it couldn't be helped until one day you had to borrow Jeans car to run a few errands. Then it all clicked. This mf wants to be seen. He wants people to know it's his engine with all that horsepower beneath the hood. He wants any chance he has to show off his sleek ride that he’s worked so hard for. Unfortunately it's all at the expense of your eardrums and now you only ride with Jean out of necessity. When you do ride with him, however, you make sure to roll all the windows up, not that it helps much.
Onyankopon - uses all the hot water after a shower.
While it is annoying you don't mind this one so much during the summer time or the night time. But it just about drives you nuts in the morning and during the winter months because not only are you now running late for work waiting for some hot water to kick in but if it doesn't in time, now you have to suffer through a cold and uncomfortable shower. You've since started looking up the benefits of a cold shower but none of them has outweighed your comfort. So you've started showering before him, dashing into the bathroom as soon as you even think he's about to get in there.
Reiner - sets his alarm but never hears it.
This one really does you in. You're not the lightest sleeper but you can definitely hear when an alarm is non stop ringing. You sometimes envy the deep sleep that Reiner manages to engulf himself in but then slowly remember that it's borderline dangerous. The only reason you don't throw a bitch fit is because y’all have similar work schedules, so the alarm also works in your favor. But he's definitely gotten the occasional pillow to the face or slap to the arm; not that he ever feels it.
Armin - gotta take a pic of every meal.
It's all about presentation with Armin. You can cook a pot of ramen noodles and he’d grab his camera if you fixed it up nice. Y'all are at dinner and the waiter brings the food by? Can't dig in until he has the perfect shot. Usually you don't mind, but his perfect shot takes at least four different angles and your stomach gets louder by the minute. You haven't found a way around this one just yet, so you instead endure the torture.
Floch - watches his tv with the volume level on ignorant.
Why must the house sound like a surround sound movie theater you’ll never know. Action movies you understand. You'll even bite for thrillers. But anything else? It’s definitely up for debate. You can literally step outside on the curb of the street and still hear the entirety of the movie playing. You assume the loud noise is so he can submerge himself in the plot of the film but you’re running out of different ways to tell him to turn that shit down. The new rule now is nothing on the screens past 7pm if he can't watch it at regular volume.
synopsis: Can you see right through me? ~ You are a graduate of the University of Alderaan who is recruited to work in the Jedi Archives during the Clone Wars. Your whole life changes when you cross paths with the "Hero With No Fear".
chapters: 21/?
current word count: 62,952
ao3 / wattpad
"Well, say you were the Hero With No Fear, then I'd definitely be the Girl With Every Possible Fear."
I wanted to lighten up the mood, and this was the first thing that came to mind. Although it was still an awkward thing to say.
But it worked – Anakin laughed. A quiet one, but an actual laugh. "I don't believe that. After all, I'm still talking to the girl who walked into the Council Chamber and tried to tell them they're wrong." We were both laughing now.
"I mean it! I'm serious! I'm afraid of many things."
"Well, enlighten me then." Anakin looked directly into my eyes. "What scares you, (y/n)?"
so i finally decided to take this to tumblr. this is a longfic i'm currently pouring my heart and soul into! feel free to check it out if you want to!
