• the goal is to make your figure look like an upside down triangle. women’s figures are more like a regular triangle.
• yes, hiding curves is important, but well fit clothes are more important. you don’t want to walk around with clothes 6 sizes too big or you’ll probably look even more like a 10 year old boy. (unless thats what ur going for idk)
• layering shirts is everything, especially if you aren’t able to get a binder.
• those “ah bra” things that you see on tv are a great binder substitute. get a size smaller than you normally would & you’re set.
• if you have decent sized hips & thin legs, men’s pants probably aren’t going to work for you. what i do is get regular women’s skinny jeans in one size larger than normal, that way it’s a fitted look but still baggy. ALSO, sagging is actually important, believe it or not. it creates the illusion of a lower waistline and smaller hips.
• small feet? get big shoes. it’s fine. trust me. wear two pairs of high socks and/or make sure the shoes have laces that go all the way up & tie those suckers tight.
• the way you carry yourself is very important. be confident, but don’t go sticking your chest out far & wide because. you know. you have chest lumps.
• when sitting, spread out. put your arms on the back of the sofa or on arm rests. no more crossing your legs. keep them spread, or if you must, cross them at the ankle.
• this is one i’ve learned by observation: MEN STAND WITH THEIR TOES TURNED OUTWARD. this also goes along with being confident & taking up space. don’t stand with your toes together, stand with them facing outward slightly and with your legs apart. unless you really gotta pee or something.
• COLOGNE IS COOL BUT PLEASE USE IT SPARINGLY. one little spray will be just dandy. trust me. no one wants to be next to a walking axe can.
• haircuts are very complicated because it all depends on your face shape, so you can look that one up in ur free time. basically, if you’re going for a shorter cut, make sure the edges are clean and fairly sharp. shaving your hairline to make it appear more masculine is an option as well.
YEP THAT’S WHAT I’VE LEARNED SO FAR & ALL THESE THINGS WORK SUPER WELL FOR ME, I HOPE THEY DO FOR YOU AS WELL.
So apparently every time I get the random inclination that I want to draw fancy clothes, my brain helpfully supplies the Shimada bros as models. This one is much lazier compared to the last time I drew them being snazzy, but I hadn’t drawn hipster Hanzo yet and I wanted to. :< And Genji with his knees sticking out when they bend means finding various methods of putting holes in his pants. In this case fancy work out leggings, but I figure his closet is probably an eccentric mess anyway.
Summary: A blurb with cuddling Ethan. Word Count: 501 Warnings: Fluffiness. A/N: Something short for you all to enjoy while I work on publishing the next part of TR. I could use some of Ethan’s cuddles right now. Ugh.
You grumbled, irritated because you couldn’t take off your pants with them being so tight. Adjusting your position where you were perched on the end of the bed, you grabbed the ends of a leg and pulled as hard as you could without making any sounds, knowing that your boyfriend was snoozing right behind you on your bed. But that plan went to hell as soon as your hands slipped and you fell forward, landing on the carpeted floor with a thud, seemingly too loud in the quiet room.
You winced, thinking you had woken Ethan up and you shuffled up on your knees quietly, looking up and finding him staring at you blearily, sleep clouding his eyes as he blinked in the darkness.
“Babe?” He croaked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with one hand while checking the clock that was on his nightstand, the bright red colors blinking 3:36am.
“Hi.” You whispered sheepishly as you sat down on your butt, sighing and giving him an apologetic smile.
You felt a bit guilty, because he’d had a long day and you didn’t mean to wake him up. He’d gotten up early to film a new video with Grayson, and you hadn’t seen him since he’d left you sleeping on your bed, kissing your forehead and bidding you goodbye.
“What’re you doin’?” He asked, voice almost slurring as he pushed himself up into a sitting position in bed. His brows were furrowed, eyes puffy as he brought a rough hand up to rub at his eyes.
“I’m trying to take my pants off.” You answered in a whisper.
Ethan huffed out a laugh, making you pout but that soon disappeared as he flung the covers back, sliding down on the floor next to you in just his briefs. You couldn’t stop staring at the thickness of his thighs as he tucked his legs underneath himself, leaning forward to reach your legs.
“Let me help.” He said and you nodded, almost in a daze, stretching out your legs for him to reach.
Together, you worked to pull the pants off and as he finally got you out of your pants, he stroked your warm legs and pecked your cheek. You shyly smiled at him, letting him stand up on wobbly legs to pull you up with him.
The both of you crawled under the covers and after a bit of shuffling around, you found a position that you both liked with your legs tangled together, your head on his naked chest and his arms around you.
“Ethan?” You whispered into the darkness, almost as if you were afraid to disturb the serenity of the room. Ethan fidgeted around you, hand sneaking up to drag the pads of his fingers across your skin.
“Hmm?” He hummed, voice croaky.
Ethan chuckled, arms tightening around you as he pressed a long kiss to your hair. A happy sigh left your lips and you snuggled deeper into his embrace.
little headcanon: The Guardians singing together.
GotG 2, it’s become very clear that multiple of the Guardians actually like Peter’s music, such as Rocket
requesting it as background music when escaping and Kraglin listening to it
while waiting for the others to come back. The Ravagers kept backups of that music in their ship’s
system – at least a few of Peter’s ragtag family actually love the awesome
imagine – the team is bustling around the Quadrant,
trying to get the Milano back in
shape while simultaneously looking for jobs that are not too stressful (they
still need some rest after all that shit that went down). Groot tugs at Peter’s
pants leg, hoping for some music, but Peter is currently working at the Milano’s engines and has both hands
full. Can’t reach his Walkman, so he starts singing softly instead, one of the
older songs that he knows by heart.
distractin’ some jerk again, Quill?!” Rocket bellows down from somewhere up on
the M-ship’s roof. Trying to add some kind of shield up there, he said. “Or
just scarin’ rats away with your singing?!”
“… things are gonna get easier … Fuck you,
Rocket!” Peter doesn’t miss a bit to shout back up, smiling over the hoarse
bark of laughter he gets for that. “Ooh-ooh
child, things are gonna get brighter…”
along to the song, cheerfully humming to himself as he holds up the flashlight
to help Peter see into the engines.
that that old song ye loved so much?” Kraglin’s voice drifts up from under the
ship. He rolls backwards on the board he has been laying on, whipping his hands
on his pants as he goes. “Still got it stuck in my head, I have.”
“..Ooh-ooh child… then sing along, if you
still know it!”
“Oh by the
stars,” Rocket’s exaggerated groan doesn’t really sound convincing. “No friggin’
chance, I ain’t gonna listen to two
of you jackasses. One is bad enough.”
just a second - Kraglin can sing just fine, alright, you don’t get to insult
him, you panda.”
Pete, it’s been a while since I last tried it, so…”
aint’ gonna stop insulting anyone, I’m having fun with it.”
pulled his head out of the opening he had been leaning into, looking down at
Groot, then leaning around the ship’s wing to glance down at Kraglin. “Okay,
guys, that was a challenge that we’re going to accept.”
really ain’t sure…”
deep breath, Peter starts singing again, “Some
really doing that, I can’t believe,” Rocket starts laughing, but not loud
enough to interrupt the singing. Even stops tinkering for a second to listen.
There is a
pause, filled only with Peter’s voice for two more lines, before Kraglin’s
rougher voice joins in, hesitant at first, then more firm, “When your head is much lighter…”
“… Some day, yeah… you’re doing great!” Peter laughs as he calls
down, hastening to get his head back into the game for his next part.
Groot, I am Groot!” Groot jumps up and down, dancing over the expanse of the
open hatch, clapping along merrily.
walks into the hall a bit later, coming to tell the boys that Drax has prepared
dinner, she’s greeted with three voices joined in a familiar song, mixed with
Groots happy cheers and the occasional laughter from all four of them.
tilting her head to listen. As much as she knows about Peter’s love for music,
she’s never heard Kraglin or Rocket sing before – is actually surprised that
they could be convinced to do so freely.
Peter had this certain something that
made it difficult to say No.
exclamation next to her doesn’t startle Gamora, since she has already heard the light
steps behind her, and she turns to Mantis when the girl stops next to her, the
empath’s eyes wide and smile much less tense than usually. “It does, doesn’t
is so happy! The whole room is glowing!”
“I would love
to be able to feel that, too.”
you can! … I think.”
Gamora looks over, to where Peter is throwing his head back in laughter, Rocket
loses track of which line to sing and starts cussing with a wide grin while
Kraglin wheezes with laughter but still tries to help out.
soft smile spreads on her face at the sight.
THIS IS IT!!! this is the end! i have had so much fun writing this series, and not to be super dramatic but this is like parting with a friend ha ha. though this is technically the last installment, i’m very open to prequel/sequel drabbles, so this isn’t necessarily the end of this version of tjeff! thank you all so, SOOO much for your kind, supportive words, and all your likes and reblogs and comments. you guys are the reason why i keep writing. :)
You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back. You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.
Here’s a blast from the past! Well, last June anyway…
Quattro is still one of my favorite success stories. He arrived with a severely broken leg. The damage was to the point where I believed amputation was the only possible outcome. His surgeon was amazing; they managed to bundle together enough of the shattered leg to create a sort of outline for bone to regrow. The entire system was held together with a really long pin.
This cat was also an important lesson on the effects of opiods in cats. He was on buprenex for pain management and he was an absolute terror. He spent days lunging directly at my face—-an easy feat since his enclosure was at face-height. After a few weeks on his pain meds, his aggression spread to my coworkers as well.
It turns out that opiods can result in severe manic phases in cats (and people!). Once he was switched to a different pain management medication, he became an angel.
This picture was taken shortly after the pin in his leg was removed.
Summary: This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years. You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse. This is part three in a multi-part series.
Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, wrap it up people), canon typical angst, canon typical violence, death of an animal
A/N: This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction. This will be a multi-part series. This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!
Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!
Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created! You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.
My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added to the list!
Italics are flashbacks.
Castiel and Gadreel follow you on horseback riding north to
find Sir Arthur Ketch. Castiel’s freedom
fighters are heading back to the compound with Sam and Dean. Truthfully you could have made the journey on
your own, but you’re reluctant to visit him alone. No one has seen or heard from him in the
years since the curse took hold. Recently,
word made it back that he was seen near a monastery far east of the Winchester
stronghold. As you soar through the sky
your thoughts drift to your times with Arthur Ketch, or Ketch as you always
Stinging pain hits
your skin the moment the wooden sword makes contact with your leg.
“Sloppy, Y/N. You can do better.”
Blowing your hair out
of your face you stand with your sword ready again.
“Come at me, love.”
“Gladly,” you say
darting toward him, swinging your sword.
Ketch twists out of
the way, anticipating his move, you quickly sweep at his legs though he manages
to jump away. You bring your sword over
your head; he meets it with his own, leaning into you.
“Getting better, love,”
he says looking into your eyes.
“Just wait,” you say
pushing away from him.
You circle each other
feinting moves, trying to get a read on each other.
Y/N. Move. Action is best.”
You launch towards him
again, successfully bluffing him, he goes left and you catch him across his
“Very good,” he rubs
his side, a smirk playing on his lips.
So, this took ages, but let’s talk about you having a fabulous Valentine’s day instead! <3
“How are you so fucking chill about this?” Tony’s teeth were clicking together around the words, his jaw tense with the cold. “Absolutely no pun intended.”
“Well, I don’t feel cold the way you do, I suppose”, Loki said, a frown on his face as he watched Tony curl up harder in his seat on the crashed quinjet.
At least that let him get up off the metal floor, which had turned more and more icy since they went down in the mountains. The hull had torn in the crash landing, and wind was sneaking in as well.
Tony’s toes were starting to hurt. He put his hands, wrapped in the sleeves of his sweater, by his mouth to breathe warm air on them.
His mind was running a mile a minute, trying to find a solution to their little pickle, but he came up empty. They had already sent off the emergency alert, and the tracking device on the quinjet was at least functional, so someone sould find them soon. But they where in the middle of nowhere and the wind was picking up, so “soon” might turn out to be too late. At least for Tony.
“Well then”, he heard Loki mutter.
Tony looked up, teeth chattering, to find Loki busy stripping his jacket off. “What?”
“You are the only one in need of help to stay warm”, Loki answered, his eyes on his hands as he tugged his sweater out of his pants and pulled that off as well. His bare chest was very pale, and looked like it was carved out of marble, nipples tight and sugar-candy pink. Still not meeting Tony’s eyes, he stepped forward and raised his hands, holding the garment. “Arms up.”
There was no need to ask what he meant, so Tony forced his stiff, shivering arms away from his own chest, and as straight into the air as he could manage. So Loki could tug it down his arms, over his head, and smooth it down around his torso. Quickly followed by Loki’s jacket, as well.
“Okay, this might actually”, Tony looked up from zipping up the jacket, and almost choked on his next word, “…work?” It came out sort of a squeak.
Because Loki had kicked off his shoes, zipped down his pants, pulled them down his legs, and was now standing up with them in his hands.
Apparently, Loki didn’t do underwear.
There was a faint blush across Loki’s cheekbones as he started working the pants up Tony’s legs, but he didn’t let the embarrassment stop him. Which Tony was definitely grateful for.
He did lose the plot for a bit when Loki ended it all by picking Tony up off the seat, bridal style, and then sitting himself down in it. So he could hold Tony in his very naked lap, arms around his body now covered in a lot more layers of clothing.
Even through the layers, though, it wasn’t long before Tony realized that Loki was actually hot. As in, literally giving off warmth. Not just looking spectacular out of his clothes.
He made a speculative noise in the back of his throat. “Hey? I thought your magic wasn’t allowed?”
“It’s not”, Loki muttered, while his hand settled the hood of his jacket over Tony’s head. “This is all me.”
Something in his tone made Tony decide he shouldn’t ask more. So for a while they sat there in silence as Tony’s shivering slowly eased up, and he could shamelessly snuggle closer to Loki’s chest without the risk of shaking right off his lap.
“So”, he said into Loki’s pectoral. “Do I have to nearly die to get you to cuddle me, or could this be a thing?”
Loki tensed a little, and then went soft and pliant all at once. He wrapped his long, warm arms all around Tony, and leaned in to speak, the words surprisingly cool puffs of air against Tony’s hair. “If that would mean both of us could be undressed, I’d say almost dying isn’t required.”
-You sat at your desk inside the case, eating a bowl of cereal as you looked over your homework. It would be another late night of studying, and you dreaded it to no end.
-With a sigh you placed the bowl down, leaning your cheek into your palm as you tried hard not to fall asleep.
-Newt was currently sleeping, and you wanted so badly to join him.
-You got up from your seat, walking over to the bedroom door to see your boyfriend draped across the sheets.
-He looked so peaceful…that was until you noticed the rather large bulge under the blankets.
-A blush appeared on your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but walk over and take a peek at what was going on.
-Newt was breathing heavier than usual, a sheen of sweat forming on his bare chest. His creamy white skin was a dark shade of red, and if it wasn’t obvious before, it was now…he was having quite the dream.
-Newt turned over onto his back, a groan escaping him as his cock twitched.
-You poked his side, trying to see if he’d awaken, but all he did was groan louder.
-His skin was burning up, and you decided that some things were far more entertaining than studying right now.
-You climbed on top of the wizard, grinding down into him.
-“unh….” Newt shifted under you, his length pushing into your sex, making you moan.
-You slid down his legs a bit, affording yourself some work room as you pulled his pants down.
-His length sprang out, the head already leaking precum. You reached down, taking him in your hands and stroking gently.
-The wizard moved a bit, his eyes beginning to open and trying to adjust to the surroundings.
-His gaze met yours, and a smile formed on his face.
-“Ah, Darling…I was having a wonder-” His words turned into a drawn out moan, head falling back into the pillow as you gripped him tighter.
-“I know, Newt.” You giggled, loving the way he gasped out at your actions.
-“Merlin’s beard…” He whispered, bucking his hips up into your hand.
This is SO Dick Grayson: “Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything.”
Thanks for asking! This got a bit sad, but I hope you enjoy it.
Dick shifted his weight from one foot to another and felt a
sudden prick of pain in his ankle. “Careful, Al.” he yelped, resisting the urge
to yank his leg away. If he did Alfred would lose all the work he’d done on
Dick’s pant leg, and Dick would be stuck standing like a marionette for another
“You wouldn’t get pricked by needles if you didn’t move,
Dick.” Bruce said from the couch where he was reading.
Dick had been with Bruce for a while now, but there were so
many things to learn about living with a millionaire. Dick had expected he’d
need to go to parties, and have proper attire. He had not expected his clothes
to be tailored to him. Bruce seemed used to it, he read the newspaper as he waited
his turn to see Alfred with a bored patience Dick didn’t think he’d ever
achieve. He was bored and antsy after only a few minutes of the butler tweaking
the cuffs on his pants.
“I wouldn’t move if they made pants my size. We looked for
hours today, with no luck.”
Everything had either been too short or too long for Dick to
wear, and at last Alfred had given into a pair that Dick liked the feel of,
deciding that hemming would be better than special ordering for Dick’s first
Beside him, Alfred chuckled. “They don’t make pants your
size because boy’s your age are always growing.”
Dick wanted to bounce on the balls of his feet, but settled
for taping his fingers against his thighs. “Not me. I haven’t grown in a couple
of years. Mom called me a late bloomer. I liked it that way, it meant I didn’t
have to get a new uniform all the time.”
The memory of his mother brushing back his hair with a smile
as she dubbed him a late bloomer made his heart squeeze painfully. Dick hadn’t
thought about his parents in a while. He’d been busy. Busy with his new school,
his new living situation, and being Robin. Was it bad that he hadn’t thought
about his mother in over a month? That question squeezed his heart again.
“It’s alright though.” He said, his words pushing back the
tears that had caught in his throat. “Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late
for everything.” He paired a grin with his words, hoping he’d pushed away any
worry Bruce or Alfred might feel about him.
He hated burdening them with the memory of his situation. He
was thankful to have a place to call home, with people who seemed to genuinely care
for him. He didn’t want to risk that by always bringing up his problems. It was
better to be the ray of sunshine his father used to call him than a storm cloud
From the couch, Dick heard the newspaper crackled for a
moment before it settled again. He tried to turn his head to get a better look
at his guardian, but his position didn’t let him see more than Bruce’s shoulder.
It rose along with Bruce as he got up from the couch and approached them.
Alfred hadn’t said anything, but his work on Dick’s pantleg had stopped.
Bruce put a hand on Dick’s shoulder and smiled a small
knowing smile. It was all the permission Dick needed to let the pressure in his
chest go. His breath caught for a moment as a couple tears slipped down his cheeks.
Dick knew his face was red, and he didn’t care. His hand found Bruce’s, the
larger hand warm and encompassing his own. Dick leaned a little to the side,
into Bruce and felt his pant leg loosen as one of the pins fell out.
“Sorry, Al.” He sniffled, as he ran his free arm across his
face to clear the hot tears.
“It’s quite alright,” Alfred’s voice was low. Dick realized
he’d already packed up most of the pins and had stood, a solid presence beside
“You don’t have to go.” Dick said, then took in a settling
breath, “I’m ok now. It still hits me sometimes. That they’re gone. But I’m ok
Alfred nodded, but didn’t move. By his side, Bruce’s hand on
his shoulder moved to a hug. “You know.” He said, “My mother used to call me a
late bloomer too.”
“Yeah?” Dick asked looking up at him.
Bruce nodded. “She was right. A few years after I lost her I
shot up like a beanpole. Alfred was hemming my pants daily.”
“I wouldn’t say daily.” Alfred cut in with a wry smile. “But
it was often enough I’d wished you were a girl.”
Dick blinked owlishly at them. “Why?” he asked
“Because, then he could have put me in skirts. He threatened
to once.” Bruce grinned and Dick laughed at the thought of his mentor in a
skirt and he realized that he’d stopped crying, the pain in his chest had
“Did you?” Dick asked Alfred. “Put him in the skirt?”
Alfred laughed. “No, it might have taught him a thing or
two, but I did not.”
“Too bad.” Dick said with a grin. “I would have liked to see
Title: Mastermind Pairing: Lance Tucker/OFC (unnamed) Rating: Mature Warnings: Name-calling, biting, heavy dirty talk, public sex. Jealous/Dom!Lance A/N: So, if this goes over well, I may work on a sequel to it but idk. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I hope you enjoy.
Request for anon:
We need more dodds love! Could you write a ficlet for him eating you out..?
Well, this was supposed to be short. And I don’t know how I feel about the ending. Also, this may be a little ooc for Mikey?
loved living far from your family, one disadvantage was that most of the time
you got stuck with the holiday shifts down at the precinct. With Olivia and
Amanda home with their babies, Fin visiting his son’s family, and Sonny always
doing something with his large family, you were happy to suck it up and the
shifts. They all deserved to have holidays off.
At least you
weren’t here by yourself on New Year’s. Mike, your sort-of boyfriend had
volunteered to work this evening as well, claiming that it would look good for
his career if he would take shifts that no one else wanted to take.
knew the real reason he took the shift. At least one Manhattan politician threw
a New Year’s party every year, and Chief Dodds was always invited to these
parties, so he always wanted Mike to go with him to ‘meet the right people.’
This gave Mike the perfect reason to skip out on the party. It’s not like you
minded; you got to be here alone with Mike. You did not know what you and Mike
were or how you should define your relationship, or whatever it was that you
two were doing.
[Note: Poor, poor Aurora. Eric’s mind games have officially escalated to a new level and what in the world is a little Amity transfer to do? 😩All I can say is handle with caution cause this content gets a little hot… 🔥🔥🔥 Tagging @elaacreditava aaaand @dreamingoffandomscenarios!]
Rated: M for Mature (violence, language, and sexual content). Please enjoy!
Amity was a very different place compared to Dauntless. The longer Aurora spent away from it, the more it felt like a different planet altogether or like it never really existed at all.
In Amity, loyalty was given freely and not bought. Affection was a natural part of life, like growing taller or losing your first tooth. It was easy to laugh and talk with strangers. Abnegation may have been the leading role in selflessness, but anything Amity did, it did out of love. Summers were filled with crackling fires, cheery folk songs, and flower crowns made out of wild daisies.
At night, when Aurora couldn’t sleep, she could crawl out of bed and pad barefoot down the walk outside of her small cabin to see the stars open up above her. Crickets trilled softly in the grass, and the whispers of the breeze against the tree leaves was a gentle song that always helped to lull her to sleep. She thought she heard a very distant howl once that she swore sounded like the cry of a child, but her father had told her that it was nothing, just her imagination, go back to sleep.
There were, however, similarities between the two factions as well.
The bravery that she sucked in through her teeth and filled her chest with had not changed. It still twisted in her gut and replaced the blood in her veins with wildfire. The way her heart pounded then skipped was still the same, and the way she had to stop her voice from shaking when she stood up for herself.
The sensation of a punch when hard knuckles met the curve of her jaw still felt the same as well. That moment of blind numbness where her senses were scattered and she didn’t quite know what had happened until the sharp ache of pain punched right through the fog cloud, and afterwards her jaw was stiff and hard to move. Sometimes her lip was split and she tasted coppery blood where the edge of her teeth had cut into the flesh of her mouth.
The first time she had ever been punched, she was five years old.
When she tried to think back to that time, she couldn’t recall what she had done to deserve it. She couldn’t remember where it had happened, inside her house or in the barn. She didn’t remember what she was wearing or where her brother had been or what time of day it was.
She things she did remember were still fresh in her mind, years later. The crashing sound of her father storming down the hall towards her. The wooden floorboards had shaken and Aurora had covered her ears with her hands because she thought maybe she would go deaf. The way the door frame splintered when her father kicked it in, and Aurora practically jumped out of her skin. The feral, unhinged anger that flashed through his dark eyes and the way he roared so loud, he spat. The words he said were jumbled with rage, and Aurora never caught exactly what it was that he screamed at her.
She remembered being pulled up so violently by the collar of her shirt, her head snapped back and her neck was sore for days afterwards. He had hit her so suddenly, she never saw his fist coming and couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when his sharp knuckles made contact with her soft, round face. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what had happened at first. She had never been hit before. She had never been struck by anything at all, ever. Stars had leapt into her vision and she blinked in a total daze. At some point, her father had released her, because suddenly she was lying on the floor, but her legs wouldn’t work.
Panting with anger, her father had taken a step back and spat once at his own feet before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It wasn’t the realization of what he had done that erased the fury from his face. It wasn’t the fact that he had just lashed out at his own child. It was the fact that Aurora did not cry out. It had happened so fast, maybe she simply didn’t have time to. But even when she grabbed her face and her skin turned bright red and began to swell, her vivid green eyes remained unclouded by tears. Any child would feel betrayed when their guardian hurt them, and even if Aurora didn’t understand why her father struck her, she didn’t seek comfort. Not from him, not from her brother, not from anyone anywhere in Amity. No one would ever know.
With his steam all used up, he had turned and stomped heavily back down the hall, leaving Aurora behind to pick herself up off the ground.
That was the first time Aurora had ever been punched.
Aurora wasn’t sure whether or not she should obey what Eric said to her.
Every morning, five o’ clock.
She told herself not to listen, that he didn’t actually mean that now he required her to meet him before training started. But she had enough doubt in her head to feel uneasy when she considered just staying in bed. She knew that if she disobeyed him, a direct order, that he could punish her any way he pleased. Maybe next time she would not survive a fall into the chasm.
So it was fear that caused Aurora to shiver and quietly climb out of bed in the dark. Her stomach was twisting with apprehension and she had no idea what to expect from the Dauntless Leader. Half of her hoped that she would be stopped by someone on her way to the gym, maybe someone who would give her a different order or demand for her to go back to the dorm. The other half of her prayed he wouldn’t be there. She would have rather been the butt of a joke- she could tolerate being laughed at for being so gullible.
But those prayers did no good at all, because Eric was waiting patiently at the wide entrance to the gym, leaning with one foot propped against the wall. When he looked up and saw Aurora bathed in the half light, he had enough grace to be pleasantly surprised for a moment before he donned the cold, hard mask that Aurora was used to.
“I didn’t think you’d show up,” he said as he pushed off the wall and came to stand in front of her. Aurora passively noticed that he smelled too good to be so mean; freshly showered and dabbed with a cologne that reminded her vaguely of herbs and spices and a sweetness that she couldn’t place. When he spoke, she could smell the faint smoke of cigarettes on his breath.
“I didn’t think I had a choice,” she said curtly, rubbing her arms a little self consciously. It was difficult to look him in the eyes.
He smirked. “You didn’t.”
Aurora chewed her lip and looked around. There was no equipment set out in the gym and she hoped he wouldn’t make her run again. Her legs still ached terribly from yesterday.
“So what are we doing? Why do I have to train with you? I’m not failing.”
Eric nodded and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s waist. Her breath froze and she looked up at him anxiously as though it might be a trap. His hand was barely touching her, was not hurting her at all, but she had enough sense to be weary of everything he did. A lion hiding in plain sight.
“It’s not for your initiation,” he confided, and Aurora couldn’t make sense of it. “I’m taking you somewhere.” With the arm that was wrapped around her, he guided Aurora away from the gym and down a hall she had never been to before. The hair prickled on the back of her neck and she tried to keep her feet coordinated even though a steady trickle of fear was beginning to unsettle her.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked nervously, trying to memorize the turns they were taking in case she needed to get away. A deer planning for an escape route.
She felt his rumbling chuckle in her chest. “You can stop worrying, Aurora. If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it a hundred times already- no offense, but you’re not special enough for me to wake up at four in the morning just to off you.”
She knew it was meant to make her feel more at ease, but it only stirred up a new cocktail of uncertainty. But if Eric was anything, she didn’t think he was a liar… Well, at least not in this case.
Aurora allowed him to lead her through twisting corridors and then up steep, uneven steps. Her feet stumbled once on the top of the stairs, but Eric caught her before she could fall. He didn’t laugh at her clumsiness or give away any sign that it bothered him at all, as she would have thought he would. Aurora, however, could barely hear over the pounding of her heart.
Eric rounded a corner and Aurora was faced with a setting she had never seen before, especially not in Dauntless.
The spacious room was surprisingly well lit and clean, with barely a single smudge on the shining dark tile floor. There was a long desk situated to the left where a computer monitor sat idle. It looked like the kind of place where one would find a secretary answering phone call after phone call and bustling around to take her boss’ orders.
To her right, there was a row of chairs against the wall that didn’t look very comfortable. Then again, this place probably wasn’t meant to be. ‘Principal’s office’ came to mind.
Directly opposite from where Aurora stood, there was a door with a window blocked by blinds. It looked so strange in a compound where most entrances were only rectangular cutouts in the ancient rock. But she supposed this was the most private setting she had seen since transferring here.
She looked to Eric for an answer, but he only pushed her forward.
Eric led her directly to the door, that he swiftly unlocked and swung open. Aurora wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was not this…
It was an office similar to the lobby outside, with matching floors and limited decor. The desk was very similar to the one that Aurora had seen when Four patched up her hands, only newer and better taken care of. There were various folders and papers strewn all over it, and a flatscreen monitor in hibernation mode.
In front of the desk, were two leather chairs that were of matching condition. The legs of the chairs were scuffed, probably from being moved across the hard floor.
There was also a small fridge, a filing cabinet, an intercom speaker on the wall, and a bare coat rack in the corner.
“Is this… your office?” Aurora asked, the words feeling peculiar coming from her mouth.
“Whose office would it be, if not mine?” Eric closed the door behind them and Aurora startled when she heard him slide the lock. He saw the look in her eyes and removed his arm from her waist.
“What did I tell you, Aurora?” He reminded her roughly and strode across the room towards the desk. He turned expectantly back to her and rolled his eyes with impatience. “Do I need to pull you over here like a child?”
Aurora forced her feet to move and she looked around awkwardly, not sure whether to sit or stand or lay on the floor. Her mind was trying to work through the possible reasons for her being summoned here, with him, so early in the morning, but she was drawing blanks. She didn’t understand why any of this was necessary.
“Sit,” he commanded. Aurora didn’t hesitate to drop herself into the closest seat at the very edge. Her back was rigid with tension and she didn’t remove her eyes from Eric. She probably looked exactly like a kid preparing themselves to be scorned by a teacher for acting up in class… Only it wasn’t detention she was nervous about.
He turned to face her and hoisted himself up to sit on the desk. His heavy boots thumped against the wood with a hollow thud. Aurora found it strange that he didn’t just sit in the twin chair beside her or behind the desk. This was obviously his office. It smelled just like him. It was also barren, just like his emotional spectrum. Bleak.
“I didn’t single you out for some spiteful game. I’m not training you to make you better for your initiation. I’m not stupid, Aurora, I already know you’ll pass it.”
Aurora could only stare at him as his words slowly registered in her brain. She had a bad habit of trying to guess what the outcome would be before it happened, and she supposed that would do her no good now. She didn’t know where all of this was coming from.
“You won’t be going through your initiation with the other transfers. You’re going to accompany me on a little mission that has been in the works for some weeks now. If you do well, you not only pass, but you’ll get to choose whatever job you want when it’s all finished.” This version of Eric was strictly businesslike, like he were brokering a deal.
Aurora didn’t answer at first. She did nothing other than stare at him with her confused green eyes. When she continued her silence without any sort of response, he thrummed his fingers against the desk impatiently.
Eric sighed and hopped down. He pulled Aurora up by her hands and brought her forward to look at the documents stacked all over the place, as though that would straighten everything out in her head.
“Look,” he said, pointing to the paper on top. Her eyes skimmed over the neatly typed passages, but only a few words could settle in her spiraling mind.
“For the past few months, groups of Factionless have been gathering just outside the city. Small units have been able to scatter them pretty easily until now. It’s the makings of a revolt, and somehow they’ve managed to get their hands on Dauntless weapons and ammunition… So we need to break up the entire operation before they begin making too much noise.” His finger traced over the document as he spoke, navigating Aurora’s gaze across the pages.
This was too much information all at once. When she woke up this morning, she didn’t know if she would be back in the hospital or if she was the victim of a cruel joke. The chance of being Factionless by the end of the week had been very real.
Now the man she feared the most was recruiting her for a mission she had no idea existed- or even had a purpose for existing.
Aurora backed away and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to give herself a moment to sort through all the information.
Eric watched her closely, reading every emotion as it flitted across her face.
“Why do you want me in on this? Choose someone else. You literally have an entire faction to choose from. I just don’t get it,” she finally admitted with a shake of her head. “You’re so confusing. I don’t get you. One moment you hate me, the next you’re trying to team up with me? You don’t make any damn sense, Eric.” His name scraped more harshly out of her mouth than she intended it to.
His eyes narrowed fractionally and the deep blue color of them darkened.
Uh oh. Aurora knew that look. He was offended.
“You should know by now that I get what I want, Aurora. And I want you on this mission.” His voice was low and thick and the ghost of a smile turned the corner of his lips upwards. “You want me to show you how much I want it?”
Aurora totally blanked. Her pulse quickened and suddenly the air was getting heavy again.
“W-what?” This had to be a dream.
Eric turned on her so quickly, she had no time at all to react. One moment he was just standing there, and the next he was grabbing her and spinning her around and pinning her with his full weight so that she was forced back against the desk with a startled yelp. Her mouth opened reflexively in surprise, and he took complete advantage of it. His tongue traced her bottom lip before catching it with his teeth and pulling it to force her open wider. Her breath hitched and he could taste the surprise on her.
Unlike the first time that Eric kissed her, this time was not clouded by alcohol. There was no whiskey to make him clumsy, nor to make her slow. His nerve endings were not dulled by the sluggish drink, and he could feel every single inch of her pressed against his body. So fragile, so easy to move, so tempting.
His hands planted firmly on the desk at Aurora’s sides, gripping the polished edge until his knuckles were white, and blocking off every possible route of escape for the short redheaded girl from Amity. He crushed her against him with his hips, forcing her ass up onto the table where she was eye level and he could deepen the kiss. Her body hadn’t quite caught up to his own yet, and he growled low in the back of his throat with unrestrained fervor. Without moving his hands, he pressed into her and roughly forced her knees apart. Though she was scarcely meeting him halfway, she did not try to free herself as she had with Evan the night Eric found her outside the club. She was tense with inexperience, but her mouth was willing and she gradually conformed to his touch as though fitting herself to him.
Her legs were so dainty and she was so small compared to him, she could barely wrap her thighs around his waist.
When Aurora began to gasp for air, Eric broke away from the kiss, dragging his lips to the corner of her mouth, the edge of her jaw, the sensitive skin just below her ear, and down the elegant swoop of her neck. The sound of her panting for breath, her chest fluttering beneath him, her face blushing rosy pink, back arching as her pulse raced… It was enough to drive him wild in a way that he thought no Amity girl ever could.
He had to touch her. He had to feel her.
He grabbed the backs of her thighs and roughly pulled her into him, lifting her up off of the table. He hissed through his teeth when she was ground against the erection that was straining against his pants. She whimpered when she felt the size of him against her, separated by far too much fabric that he desperately wanted to rip away. Finally, finally, he felt her arms wrap around his neck, and he smiled darkly into the curve of her throat.
He traced a path from one shoulder to the other, using his tongue to soothe the flesh that he nipped. He hoped he left bruises, hoped that he would create a trail of where his mouth had been and when she touched those bruises with her fingertips later on, she would remember the feeling of his mouth hot against her skin.. She tasted so sweet, so warm, so fucking delicious.
Aurora curled her fingers into his hair. Whether it was subconscious or intentional, she used this leverage to increase the friction of him between her thighs. He groaned hoarsely in approval, and responded by grinding himself into her so hard that she moaned. The passionate, breathy sound of it shot an electric tremor straight through him, spurring him on and sending him into a frenzy.
He wanted to tear her clothes off, wanted to hold her so hard and so tight that the prints of his fingers would be permanently marked on her body. But if he didn’t stop right now, he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself from throwing her down onto the floor and having his way with her in every possible way, and he doubted she had ever been fucked before. And god he wanted to fuck her so hard.
Eric reluctantly pulled back just enough to look at her while still keeping himself between her legs. Her eyes were bright and unfocused, pupils dilated until her irises were only thin green rings. His breath fanned her face, blowing loose strands of hair that whisped behind her ears. Her lips were already swollen, delicate bruises springing to life down the column of her throat.
As fast as his heart was beating, hers was thrumming ten times faster.
“Do you want to stop?” He breathed, hoping the answer would be no. If she didn’t want this, he wouldn’t force her, but the thought of being inside of her was enough to drive him crazy and goddamn he was so fucking hard.
Aurora hesitated for a fraction of a second while she caught her breath. She didn’t release him, didn’t try to push him away, didn’t try to squirm off of the desk. But he saw the uncertainty pool in her eyes and he knew she wasn’t ready. It was almost as though she realized what was happening for the first time.
The excited glimmer in her eyes faded into confusion, and then doubt, and then she was pushing him away. She put her hand on his chest and pushed weakly, with hardly more strength than a baby bird. But Eric backed off when she wanted him to, even though he had to grit his teeth to move his feet. His initial reaction was to be angry at the rejection, and he caught himself wanting to tell her to get out then, but no predator ever caught their prey by jumping right in. He was a lion, and lions waited.
With a deep breath, Eric gave her space to clumsily slide off the desk. Her face was flushed and there were obvious bite marks dusting across her collarbone, but he didn’t point them out to her. Instead, he ran a hand through his short hair, trying to compose himself. It was too early in the morning to be that turned on only to be turned off again. Fuck.
Aurora didn’t- or couldn’t- look at him. Only at the floor.
“Um… I-I need to go now,” she stammered, then suddenly seemed to realize who she was talking to. “Er, p-please sir. If that’s all…”
“Go on then.” He growled it out without meaning for it to be quite so sharp. She recoiled at it though as if he had reached out and physically slapped her. But before he could correct himself, she was lurching forward towards the door as though she might be sick.
“Aurora!” Eric shouted over his shoulder. He knew she heard him because of the falter in her step, though she didn’t pause. “We leave in three days. You won’t be training with the other initiates. I still have to go over protocol with you and you still need to learn how to shoot properly.” Back to business, as usual, going over lists and priorities in his head. His chest was still heaving but he reigned himself in easily.
Aurora slammed the door behind her and Eric was left in the silence of his office. That is, before the phone began to ring.
warnings: mentions of a car crash and some minor injuries but nothing too gory; domestic niall as a future father and amazing husband, cute stuff about clothes
A/N: i said in the tags of this picture that i would write something about that damn shirt and it may have taken a little turn and become a oneshot but i wrote about that shirt, honestly it looks so good on him
Being pregnant didn’t leave many options for fashionable clothes.
Maternity clothes were ridiculously expensive and you didn’t want to invest in a wardrobe you’d only get to wear when you were knocked up. So you bought some larger clothes and stole a lot of Niall’s clothes that he only wore occasionally. There were a few staples of his that you stole, his plain cotton shirts and a few pairs his bigger sweats and boxers. He never complained when you wore his clothes, in fact, he encouraged it most times. You were doing a simple grocery store run, something that hardly required a runway ready outfit, but you were finding it hard to get any sort of outfit together. The bedroom looked like a mess and you knew Niall would have a fit, but you were frustrated.