#and the only games he CAN play without failing miserably

[crowwwzy]

Gamers N' Such

Or „Reigen always ends up being the butt of the joke“

I was too excited to wait to post this it‘s finally DONE HAHAA!! (It doesn‘t even look that … great ahah but hey at least it‘s finished)

[ateliersss]

TOP GUN #2

…is part of The Bookshelf.

⇨ This is a collection of my favorite fanfics/oneshots on Tumblr I love to re-read once in a while. None of those works belong to me! Feel free to use it as well.

⇨ My own works are here

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Left at the Altar Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Can't Let You Go Summary: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Wanting It All Summary: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts Summary: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Less Misery, More Company Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Scrapes and Bruises Summary: Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

Good in Bed Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you're only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Cross Summary: The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

There's a Honey Summary: 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t.

So Funny Story (I'm Fucking Your Daughter) Summary: You've had a thing with Jake for a while now. The thing is, your dad doesn't know and your brother is desperate for you to tell him.

All You Had To Do Was Stay Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Revelation

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Three Generations Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

Endings and Beginnings Part 1, Part 2 Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

Wrong Number Summary: Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Only Love Can Hurt Like This Summary: Bob lost his fiancé in a dog fight and goes through the grieving process. Eventually he learns to move on but then everything he thought he knew was a lie, including the fact that Y/N had died on that mission.

All Fun & Games Summary: Returning to San Diego was just another assignment for you. Another step in the career path, full steam ahead, until you come to an obstacle in the road. Usually, you’d navigate around it, keep on going, but this is no normal obstacle. It might be enough to reroute you completely.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Part of Three Summary: Reader is Maverick's sister, dating Iceman, and finds out she's pregnant.

Scared Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Get Your Girl

Tom Is Finer

[chock-and-bates]

Hypothetically, how would King Max react if he was trying to sleep with a Charles that kept pushing him away, only to realize that Charles is actually in fact sick/injured?

you baited me into writing a 1.8k word ficlet to answer this question 😅

(i've got to stop with these borderline fluffy things, otherwise the main story is going to shock everyone.)

roar of the fire sick!fic under the cut (rated T).

Charles feels the ache in his throat in the morning, and by midday the pain has spread to low aches throughout his whole body. More annoyingly is the way his head has begun to throb, and it puts him in a foul mood.

There is little doubt he is falling ill. Charles hates falling ill.

He has been this way since childhood. He detests his body failing him. It makes him feel weak, it makes him look weak- and if there is one thing he cannot afford in the lion’s den of the Red Bull Court, it is showing any signs of vulnerability.

So he takes his evening meal in his apartments with his lords-in-waiting, ignoring Steward Russell’s sharp words and Lord Norris’s whines of boredom when he announces his plans. Over the meal he says little, letting Ollie deal with Lando’s incessant ramblings about the latest court gossip while he nibbles on his food and tries to overcome the chills that are beginning to wrack his body.

Fuck, he already feels miserable.

He excuses his lords at the earliest convenience, asking Maya to help him undress so he can slip into his night clothes despite the early hour.

“Are you all right, your highness,” his maid asks quietly as she unlaces him.

“I’m fine,” Charles lies, unwilling to even show his trusted servant any sign, “Just tired.”

When she’s also been excused Charles drags out some extra furs for the bed, beginning to shiver as the fever rises. As he burrows under the blankets, he tries to think of a way to handle Max when he undoubtedly comes to visit him in a few hours time-

He falls into a feverish doze before he can even begin to plan.

* * *

Some time later he is woken by someone climbing into the bed besides him- Max.

“Why weren’t you at dinner,” his husband grumbles as crawls closer, “I had to listen to Russell drone on and on and about the McLaren delegation reception, that’s supposed to be your job.”

His husband curls up behind him, fitting his body to Charles’ even as he lays on top of the furs where Charles is burrowed under. Max’s arm slides around him to tug him closer, and Charles barely bites back a whine, feeling unbearably hot and cold in equal measures as his head continues to pound.

There is little doubt what his husband is after, and Charles has no idea how to fight him off without exposing his illness.

“Leave me alone,” he manages to mumble, the words painful as his sore throat protests speaking. “I want to rest. Leave.”

Behind him, Max huffs, “Don’t play this game, Charles. I’m not in the mood. I’ve had a very long, very boring day and now I want my wife. Let’s make this easy, yes?”

With that he roughly begins to tug at the layers of blankets. A violent shudder wracks Charles as the chilly air creeps into the bed.

“Stop,” he whines, desperately holding onto the final fur separating him from being exposed to the cold.

“What’s gotten into you? You haven’t acted like this in months” Max sounds cross, “You’re not really going to make me drag another servant in here to whip until you give in, are you?”

He yanks off the final fur and tosses it aside. The air feels frigid against his body, and Charles can’t help a whimper, curling into himself for warmth and fighting not to shiver.

Max’s hands on him are rough as they pull him back and underneath him, “I promise I’ll make you feel good, I always do. Now will you stop acting like a nun and let me take my rights-”

Groaning in protest, Charles weakly tries to push him away, his aching muscles little match to his husband as he presses down on top of him. Max ignores the feeble protest, leaning in to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. It’s unbearably scorching, and Charles begins to wonder if he’ll pass out from overheating if he has congress with his husband-

But nearly as soon as his lips touch his skin, Max is jerking back, staring down at Charles with a bewildered frown, “Your skin is burning.”

Charles can only whimper in reply, still weakly trying to push him away, too hot and achy with Max so heavy on top of him. 

“Charles,” Max suddenly sounds frantic, “Are you ill?”

So much for hiding this.

”Yes, dammit,” he hisses, wincing as the words leave his sore throat.

Max practically leaps off of him. Charles realizes his husband must be disgusted, probably worried that Charles has infected him. He tries to tell himself this is a good thing, that it means Max will leave him to suffer alone, just like he wanted. He tries to banish the inexplicable worry that his husband is repulsed by him-

But oh, how wrong he was.

Max is beside himself, a steady stream of questions and assurances flowing out of him, too fast and cut off for Charles to possibly respond. He pulls all the furs back over Charles, tucking them in tightly before he nearly runs to the door, shouting at Yuki to go wake Physician Webber.

Charles can only tiredly blink at the scene- Max pacing around the chamber, shirtless and barefoot as he must have undressed himself before climbing into the bed. He keeps throwing worried glances Charles way, mumbling under his breath for Webber to hurry the fuck up-

Head aching fiercely, Charles lays back and closes his eyes against his husband’s panic, too exhausted to worry about the small seed of satisfaction the sight has planted in his heart.

Soon countless people have filled his bedchamber, the chaos and chatter doing nothing to help his splitting head. Webber and Oscar rushed in first, beginning to examine him despite Charles’ tired insistence that it was just a cold. Max hovered unnervingly close the entire time, alternating between sternly telling Charles to be quiet and let the physicians work and anxiously asking Webber if his wife would be all right. 

Then Lord Horner and GP barged in. Horner had the audacity to ask Webber if Charles could be pregnant, and if the fever meant the baby was in danger. The question set Max into a blowout, berating Christian for his concern for an unborn child over Max’s wife, until GP stepped in to calm the king down while Horner fell over himself apologizing. In the outer chamber, Charles could hear a screeching match occurring between George and Lando, the two of them arguing over who was at fault for not noticing the queen’s health. At one point Lord Marko came bumbling in, asking if it was true that the queen was dying, all while Ollie stared at Charles, wide eyed and fearful in one corner of the room, and Sir Riccardo stood in the other, watching Max with a furrowed brow-

God in heaven, who knew the queen falling ill would lead to such a castle–wide crisis.

Finally Webber straightens up and turns to the rest of the room, “Our examinations indicate nothing more than a simple cold. Queen Charles will need nothing more than rest, herbs, and a steam treatment. I believe it will clear in good time.”

Charles lets his head fall back against his pillow once again, closing his eyes and desperately wishing everyone away as Webber explains the treatment, the chaos in the room hardly becoming any calmer.

He lays there, listening to Max argue with Webber, asking how the physician can be sure it will not get worse, and Charles feels his heart squeeze at the sound of his husband, so uncharacteristically nervous-

The feeling of  a hand against his forehead makes his eyes flutter back open, especially when fingers slide into his hair in a gentle, subtle caress. 

Oscar’s familiar kind eyes stare down at him, his brows furrowed with sympathy even as his lips quirk up in a small reassuring smile. His fingers flex slightly in his hair, clearly meant to be a soothing gesture, but Charles frowns, leaning away, surprised the apprentice could be this careless-

And rightfully so. Almost immediately Oscar’s hand is jerked away from him, the apprentice pulled round to face his furious king.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

All breath is suddenly sucked out of the room. An unnatural stillness falling over everyone as they watch.

“Checking the queen’s temperature, your highness,” Oscar answers quickly, his voice emotionless and even, the perfect mask.

But Max is not placated.

“You do not touch him without my permission or I will take your hand,” Max snarls, leaning closer to underscore the threat.

“My king, please, remember Oscar is the main physician tasked with the queen’s health,” Webber interjects, a nervous undercurrent to his words, “His only concern is your wife’s recovery, I’m certain he was just being cautious. He meant no harm.”

The reassurance doesn’t do much to appease Max, as he continues to stare at Oscar with steely, narrowed eyes.

”Max,” Charles meant to snap at him, but the call came out rather pathetic and whiny instead.

Yet he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed when his voice still makes Max’s head snap to him, shoving past Oscar to come stand at his side, “What do you need, sweeting? What can I do?”

His hands hover over his queen, hesitant to touch, and Charles loathes the way his husband’s nerves are pulling ever so slightly on his heart strings.

“Let them work,” Charles tells him, his voice weak, “And please get everyone out. My head is aching from the noise.”

Immediately Max barks at everyone to leave. The room quickly begins to clear, with the various lords returning to their own chambers and Oscar and Webber leaving to prepare the treatment. 

When they’re alone, Max turns back to Charles. “I won’t leave you.”

He says it in his usual authoritative way, but although it is technically not a question, Charles can still hear the request underneath the stubbornness- His husband is asking not to be sent away.

Charles will need have words with Oscar when he is recovered, planning to scold the apprentice for being so careless and making such a difficult situation that Charles will have to mollify Max tonight, despite his illness.

Or at least… that is what he tries to convince himself.

“Stay then, husband,” Charles concedes, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to deal with Max’s look of relief.

His husband clambers back into the bed next to him, though he keeps a respectful distance to not overheat his feverish wife.

“You’ll receive the best treatment,” Max quietly promises him, “I’ll take care of you until you’re well again.”

He reaches over, gently taking Charles hand where it rests atop the furs. He thumbs over his wife’s knuckles, his touch strangely comforting.

Charles stares at their hands, saying nothing as they wait for the physicians to return.

[rosenclaws]

hi hiii!!!!! what about logan trying to flirt with a girl who's very independent and does not give a shit to them?

I love logan to death but sometimes we gotta check his ego you know?? He can't be walking around with that much cockiness

Origins Logan - 

Oh its so funny this big strong lumberjack is out here flirting up a storm with you the cute cashier at the grocery store and instead swooning like most people do you just roll your eyes and tell him you don’t date men who wear that munch flannel. It takes him completely off guard. Floundering for words as he gapes like a fish. He keeps coming back. Not just to flirt with but because your store is the only one that sells the kind of cereal he likes.

Now look Logan is cute and all but you’ve dealt with his kind before. A handsome man who thinks he’s hot shit just because he thinks he can smile and anyone would bend to his will. So you don’t even wanna deal with that kind of ego. Over time Logan starts to show you that maybe he isn’t that kind of guy. Or maybe he’s just that charming. You find yourself smiling at him and he doesn’t even try to ask you out again. Finally after the two of you have a flirty convo the nice old lady in back of him just tells you guys to get a room. You tell Logan you’ll think about it, but he has to come back tomorrow. 

Trilogy Logan - 

This mans poor ego is about to be crushed. This Logan can be a cocky motherfucker. “‘Fraid you might like it.” LIKE COME ON. Anyways you work with Hank down in the lab and he sees you and turns on his charm. Winking at you when he talks to hank and slinking around like a damn cat. He asks you out and you just say no bluntly and walk away. Oh man he won’t ever live it down. The news spreads that The Wolverine got rejected full out and you know they tease him about it. You like Logan but you don’t like his brash attitude and his constant smoking. Plus he can be kind of an asshole. The first memory you have of meeting him was his less than friendly first day where he insulted most of the mansion and shamelessly flirted with Jean despite her being taken. You don’t need another man like that in your life. But Logan is more behind his cocky exterior and slowly you start to see it. Mostly when he’s with the kids. His soft spot is clear as day as he play fights with some of the students. He denies going on easy on them but you know he is. So maybe he isn’t so bad. But you can’t ever let him know you think that because its nice seeing him be knocked down a peg

DOFP Logan - 

I mean look Logan is such a dilf and he knows he’s hot for sure but dating isn’t really on his radar. But sometimes he’ll go to some bar and pick up someone just for fun. Which is where he meets you. He pulls out the charm and fails. Miserably. You take one look at him and just scoff. Telling him you’re not a one night stand and to try it somewhere else. It hurts his ego a little bit ngl but he recovers and tells you he’s just making conversation. You tell him that a man like him is never looking for just a conversation. He’s hot you can’t deny so you entertain him just a little. Enough to watch him squirm and get all hot and bothered. His eyes darken and just as he's about to whisk you away you tell him you had a good time but you better get home. The tension is thick as you hop off the bar stool and just smirk at him. Leaving your number on a napkin that you tuck away in his pants pocket.

Old Man Logan -

You know, I think it would be such a blow to his already fragile ego I kinda don't want to reject him :( In fact I don't think he'd even try and flirt anymore. He's focused on taking care of Laura more than anything and he really isn't interested in flirting or playing a game of cat and mouse. Maybe he tries or he does it without even realizing it and you think he's some sleezy old guy trying to flirt but you realize he's not and he's just that way and then you see him with Laura and your heart melts just a little.

Worst Logan -

So it's a total blow to his ego and again I just feel baddd. Like he's out with Wade and Wade is pushing him to turn on his old man charm and get laid because he's been extra grumpy and Logan is just unsure but he sees you and fuck you're really pretty so he says fuck it and goes over and tries to flirt but fails miserably. He stutters over his words and the cheesy lines he pulls suck and it's just a disaster. He literally walks away before you can even reject him and he wants to crawl into a hole and die. He clearly does not have the charm he used to and he never wants to flirt again lmao. He sees you again another night and goes up to just be like. I'm a fucking idiot I hope I didn't scare you last time and you tell him it was pretty funny which isn't exactly what he wants to hear but hey. You're not used to men apologizing for their terrible flirting so it was surely refreshing. Plus he's pretty hot which really helps. Maybe if he can get his words out this time you might consider giving him your number. Maybe. i w

[jim-bones-spock]

Challengers analysis

I just saw Challengers the other night and the movie is a perfect parallel because it's a tennis match. Literally. The whole movie is a tennis match.

The time jumps are just us moving our heads from left to right on the timeline, as if we're seeing them play tennis with the story. Going back and forth and back and forth.

This allows SO many parallels - let me write them down or I'll go insane. 1. Art spitting his chewing gum in Tashi's hand, only we see him a few scenes later doing to the same with Patrick 10 years earlier.

2. Tashi and Art's first kiss being super cute in a parking lot on a calm night outside Applebees while Tashi and Patrick's messy relationship is mirrored in their kissing (also in a parking lot) while there's a literal hurricane going on around them. 3. The knee injury being avoided by the two guys in the last shots of the game while it defined Tashi's career

4. The fucking call back to the ball at the center of the racket are you kidding me

5. The boys kissing their first prize cup vs kissing Tashi's neck

6. How Tashi says at the beginning of the movie how tennis is a relationship, so every time we talk about tennis we're actually talking about them three and how they navigate their fucked up relationship and only when Patrick asks Tashi not to talk about tennis does the relationship fails

6.5 (UHM also fellas is it gay to moan when your girlfriend brings up your guy bff in bed???? Asking for a friend)

7. The two guys bringing up something unpleasant to Tashi and prefacing it with ''You're gonna be mad'' and Tashi rolling her eyes because she already knows

8. How the end of the movie is NOT about tennis, it's about the guys being equals again and realizing they've been MISERABLE without the other and embracing at the end of the match just like their first scene together after their win playing doubles

9. Also when they play their last match with Tashi sitting in the middle they are literally making out like they were on the bed and Tashi is still in between playing (sexy evil) mastermind

10. T-shirt sharing throughout the years

11. Not really a parallel, but when they sweat so much at the end and it looks like tears ??? Cinema.

12. When Patrick literally drops his racket and catches Art while he wins for the first time against him kill me now

13. When Tashi screams at the end of the match like we see her do at the beginning of the movie when she won - feeling like they've won because they reconciled in a way AND they played some good fucking tennis like she always wanted

This movie is about yearning for the thing you can't have. Tashi can't have tennis, Patrick can't have Art and Art can't have Tashi.

Together, though? They can have everything.

[little-diable]

Guilt - Feyd-Rautha (smut)

So, I watched Dune again, and this came to me mid movie. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

!Contains spoilers!

Summary: The reader is married to Feyd, she felt him being touched by Lady Margot – now he has to prove to her how much he loves her.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), implied cheating/somewhat not really since she knew it'd happen, some angst, strong-headed reader, still some fluff (?)

Pairing: Feyd-Rautha x fem!reader (1.3k words)

“You know, na-Baron, sleepless nights can be cruel.” Her voice echoed through their dark chamber, back turned to him as her eyes stared outside. Feyd froze in his step, he had just entered the room, careful not to wake her. (Y/n) held a blade between her fingers, letting her fingertips stroke along the sharp edge.

“Nightmares again?” A scoff wanted to claw through (y/n) at his question. Feyd was playing her, thinking she hadn’t noticed how he had slipped out of the room, hiding away from his own celebrations - only to run into Lady Margot. (Y/n) had felt it the second the woman had touched him, in ways only (y/n) had been asked to touch her very own husband. 

But the way was cruel, guided by power-hungry women who thought of them better than her. 

“You dare lie to your wife?” (Y/n)’s voice was sharper than ever before, she didn’t see the way he slightly stumbled back, not expecting that chilly tone of hers. Feyd ran his tongue along his black teeth, trying to fight against an emotion he hadn’t felt before, an emotion he had been a stranger to – until now. Guilt. A sensation that wandered up his body, making him almost choke on his bile.

“It needed to be done.” Within seconds she stood in front of him, with her blade pressed against his throat, with her eyes burning holes into his skin, with tears about to drip from her eyes. It was true, it had to be done, and she had known that the Bene Gesserit order would grasp any chance they could get to fulfil it. Feyd-Rautha was a puppet of their game, a puppet who had now offered all his weaknesses to them. 

“I ought to kill you with that blade, rip you to pieces the way you’ve ripped my heart to pieces. I thought you were stronger than that, husband, it’s a shame I’ve married a man who behaves like a child.” No word left Feyd at the harsh words she spoke, words he’d kill others for without blinking once. But all he did was wipe away her tear, one single drop that dared to escape her glassy eye. “Wash yourself clean, I can still smell her on you.”

“Join me, na-Baroness.” Her hand met his cheek before he could see it coming, shakily inhaling at the rage now simmering inside of him. Feyd’s black teeth ran along his lower lip while his hand found her wrist, harshly tugging her against his chest. “The next time you raise your hand at me, I won’t be as gentle with you, wife.”

“Gentle? You breed another woman, you embarrass your wife, and now you threaten her? I have never feared you, and I won’t start now, bound together by a promise that has lost its meaning.” It was pathetic of her, to treat him like her enemy because he had done what had needed to be done. But her pain weighed heavier than her rational thoughts, guiding her on as Feyd cupped her cheek before interlacing their fingers.

No word left him as he began to lead (y/n) into the washroom, tugging on her nightgown to expose her naked body. Pleasure had always been one of his few weaknesses, and even though he had found pleasure in fucking the Lady, it hadn’t felt like it did with (y/n), not as raw, as intimate as he was used to by now. 

Feyd sank into the water first, but his eyes didn’t leave her naked frame once. Wordlessly, he reached his hand out for her to take, to pull her into the bath. (Y/n) shuddered in his hold, she tried to shake off the emotions thumping through her like a sandstorm set to bury her alive, and yet she miserably failed at it. For the first time since knowing Feyd-Rautha, she lost her grip on her emotions. 

“I love you.” Three simple words Feyd hadn’t ever spoken before rolled off his tongue, words that hadn’t ever managed to leave his mouth, held back by his black teeth that wouldn’t dare part. But now they had rolled off his tongue all too easily, surprising him and her. 

“The wonders of guilt.” A humourless laugh left (y/n). “Don’t keep lying to me, husband. I’m not your pet nor your toy, don’t lure me into false comfort with pretty words and thin lies.” Feyd tightened his grasp on her cheeks, squeezing them to keep her from saying another word. A rough kiss was pressed to her lips, drawing a moan out of (y/n) at the familiarity of the sensation. 

“I love you.” He repeated the words, pronouncing every single one of them as if he were speaking a threat, hoping to open her eyes. She stared at him for a while, trying to figure out how sincere the words were - if they were sincere at all, but the pain tugging on his expression told her everything she needed to know. The sigh leaving her made Feyd loosen his grip on her cheeks, letting his hand wander down to her neck. 

“I love you too, even though I try to hate you, now more than ever.” Another rough kiss was shared between them, drawing moans from both lovers. Feyd’s cock twitched against her, in any other scenario he would have fucked her by now, murmuring into her ear that he’d pump her full, desperate to see her with a round belly, but today he didn’t. A wise decision she was grateful for.

But even though he stopped himself from forcing his cock into her cunt, his hand didn’t stop moving, cupping her heat with an almost soft grin tugging on his lips. Their eyes held contact as he circled her pulsing bundle, using just enough strength to leave her shuddering. Her mind screamed at her, but her body craved his touch like a drug as if she was high on spice. 

“You know it had to be done, but you need to know it wasn’t like this.” His words weighed heavy, telling her that their bond would survive every attack, even death they’d overcome together. “You are my end and my beginning, na-Baroness.”

Two of his fingers pushed into her tightness, engulfed by her fluttering walls. Her moans filled the washroom, echoing off the walls like screams of prisoners, slashed by Feyd’s blade for his mere enjoyment. An exciting sensation he had always craved, just like the orgasms he lured out of her, watching them clash through her shaking body. 

“My beautiful wife, you were made for me, destined even.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, her eyes rolled back into her head as her fingernails left crescent-shapes on his shoulders. Her orgasm was close, pushed into her high by his cold fingers, feeling them on her clit and against her swollen spot, hers forever.

“Cum for me, show me how much your body craves me.” She came with a gasp, tightening her grip on Feyd as her high clashed through her. Heavy pants spluttered from her lips at the blinding sensation, too distracting to study Feyd’s smirk, the satisfied expression tugging on his handsome features. 

“You’re forever mine, (y/n), and nothing may change that, no prophecy, no destiny.”

[sophieinwonderland]

I need to ramble about my favorite moment in Slay the Princess!

Huge Spoilers Ahead! Do not read if haven't played the game and ever plan to in the future!

(Spoilers specifically for the Happily Ever After and the end of the game.)

In Slay the Princess, you begin in the woods with someone in your head known only as The Narrator. The Narrator informs you that there's a princess locked in the basement of a cabin and you need to slay her.

In every path you go down, the narrator is constantly trying to convince you to slay the Princess. But you don't have to do it. There are other options. Other paths that you can take that lead to different results.

Through the game, it's revealed that each version of the Princess you encounter is part of a being called The Shifting Mound, which represents change and destruction. The narrator is an echo of a mortal man who wanted to make a world without death. He was so committed to this ideology, to making a world where no one would ever die again, that he gave his own life for the cause. The narrators you interact with in each run are just imitations following out his dying wish... making sure that you Slay the Princess.

Once she's gone, everyone will get to exist exactly as they are. No more fear, no more howling chaos. Just life. Forever.

If you could successfully kill the Princess without dying, you're given the "good ending". You are "rewarded" with the Narrator's idea of perfection. You get to stay in the cabin. Forever. In a world unchanging, unending. Where you need not eat or sleep. A life endlessly prolonged.

While the narrator tells you that this is great, it's obviously not and the game encourages you to take your own life to continue, with one of the voices in your head sensing that it wouldn't be the end for you.

This brings me to the Happily Ever After scenario!

This happens down a route where you fall in love with a version of the Princess called The Damsel. After unshackling her, you can convince her to stay with you in the Cabin.

The Cabin is transformed into a palace fit for a Princess.

But there's a problem. Neither of you are actually happy with your happily ever after. All the meals you share together gradually get worse. You grow bored of all the games you play.

It's miserable. She's miserable trying to make things work and pretend like everything is okay when what she really wants is to finally be free.

She asks to dance with you under the stars, and even the narrator seems to accept it.

When asked about why he's okay with it after he claimed her leaving the cabin would end the world, he replies with this line:

I've seen my fairy-tale ending, and I think there might be worse things than the end of the world.

The significance of this line may not be apparent on the first playthrough of the game, but what he's saying is actually pretty incredible character development.

This is an echo of a man who gave up his life to end death. If he failed at his goal, his sacrifice would be meaningless.

When he encourages them to leave, I don't think it's just because he was moved for the player and Princess's sake. I think this was a breakthrough moment and he realized that this fate was what he would have everyone in the universe suffer were he to succeed and change was successfully eliminated from the world.

This was his dream. This was what he fought for. What he died for.

And it was horrible.

So he did the thing that he would have had everyone stop doing. He changed. He changed his mind and rejected the very ideology that he died for.

The Narrator isn't given a backstory. We don't know his name. We don't know what his life was like when he was alive. We only know his goals and the extremes he would go for to reach them. And yet, in this one time, in this one reality, he changed and realized the error of his ways.

And I think that this is really cool. It shows a dimensionality to the Narrator that isn't visible through the other timelines. They didn't need to write the Narrator this way here, they could have just had him stay as the voice in your head constantly trying to convince you to take the Princess's life, but I find it so important that they did write him this way in this chapter. Because it demonstrates the values that are so core to the game's narrative and themes, that change is possible for anyone. That it's a necessary part of life. And what better way to demonstrate that than by showing that even the person who sacrificed everything to stop the world from changing could change, himself?

And that's why, despite being such a simple line on the surface, this is one of my favorite moments in the game.

[kanekoii]

How do you think Luxiem and Noctyx would react to collabing with the Reader who is a popular indie vtuber and their kamaoshi?

lyra’s notes -> methinks…you should read and find out

pairings -> luxiem, noctyx x gn! indie vtuber! kamioshi! reader

!! since this is intended to be romantic sorta, reader is male in uki’s part !!

genre -> scenario

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> they all have a crush on u, food in mysta’s part, joking mention of death in fuglur’s

VOX AKUMA ->

he’s going full adorable fanboy about it, screaming with joy when you agree to collab with him and freaking out over it on his twitter- i mean x. xitter. he will be so stoked about the opportunity to talk to you in person when he usually just lurks in your chat. he’ll take the opportunity to flirt with you and try to show off a little bit, only to fail miserably and be met with a laugh. yet he still made you laugh, so mission accomplished. he was so excited to collaborate with you and make you laugh, and he’s sure to ask to collab in the future.

IKE EVELAND ->

compliments. so many compliments. he’ll straight up tell you how excited he is to work with you and how you’re his kamioshi. ike will be sure to tell you how adorable he thinks you are and just how much he genuinely admires you. he is so absolutely smitten that poor boy can barely handle talking to you without blushing or getting flustered. the more times you collaborate, the more used to it he’ll become and the more he’ll start to hint at his crush on you.

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

he didn’t even believe you’d ask. you’re his literal kamioshi and you asked to collaborate with HIM of all people? he’s absolutely grateful for the opportunity to work with you and be able to talk to you more than just occasional comments in your chat when he’s not streaming. it was an off-collab too, so you’d be seeing him in person to see if he was just as pretty off camera as he was on. someone (me) akasupa’d and asked to give opinions on each other and the revelation that you loved his content just as much as or even more than he loved yours had his heart soaring.

SHU YAMINO ->

he would get SO flustered and nervous before you hop on call together to play the horror game he had chosen. it would likely lead to poor boy getting more scared than usual just because he’s nervous to be talking to someone he admires that much for the first time. he would most definitely try to flex his math skills too as some weird way of trying to gain your attention. every time he makes you even smile with his silly comments, his heart will soar out of pure pride.

MYSTA RIAS ->

he’s keeping it cool. or at the very least, he’s trying to. he knows his personality type doesn’t appeal to everyone and he’s so happy when he finds that you actually enjoy his loud yet introverted personality and his weird antics. the stream you did together was you teaching him how to cook without poisoning everyone. please teach him how to wash rice properly and how to cook it without the starch water. please i’m begging teach him how to cook and he will be so happy, bragging to chat that he learned this recipe from you.

FULGUR OVID ->

hooligan wants to play co-op rage games with you just to see you mald and absolutely lose it. hear me out, what if he invites you to a crab game or among us collab and introduces you to everyone and he gets teased for teaming with you and trying to essentially carry you. instead of die for nari it’s die for you. he will see to it personally that you win every game you play together just as a little chance to impress you and get you to smile. that would make him SO happy.

SONNY BRISKO ->

cutie will be so taken aback to see you in his chats sometimes, so a collaboration would be more than heaven to him. he looks up to you and your content so much that he’s sure he’s dreaming when he has a full conversation with you on stream. your collective chats ship it SO much. imagine all the ship edits when you do a stream together in person as an off-collab.

UKI VIOLETA ->

(male reader for this one) he would definitely do a baking stream! much like the ones he’s done with his fellow nijisanji en members, he gives vague instructions and you try to figure it out from there. while uki is muted, his viewers would be subject to comments about oh my god he’s adorable he’s trying so hard to make me happy. ugh boy is down bad and let’s just say there will be so many more streams like that in the near future <3

ALBAN KNOX ->

he’s SO insanely shy and nervous it’s adorable. though, as the stream with you goes on, he becomes less nervous and goes back to his normal silly self. if he needs to, he’ll break out the mickey voice to make you laugh but that’s a last resort. his personality compliments yours in such a way that it’s just so enjoyable to watch, and he’s such a comforting person to be around as well.

[karlachismylife]

And We Just Disagree

CW: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of arguments (no actual fighting written), reader is having bad feelings, but it's a good ending, smoking.

(Title from "We Just Disagree" by Dave Mason)

Having arguments is always hard. No matter the point of disagreement, no matter how big or small, loud or quiet, they always leave you miserable whenever you fail to find a compromise or convince someone to accept your point of view. Every fight strips all your defences clean off, right to the bare, hurting periosteum, scraped with the harsh blade of someone's animosity.

You'd rather never argue at all, but there are times where you can't just accept whatever you're given. You're not afraid to stand your ground.

But God, it never gets less exhausting. Especially with Simon.

You don't fight often, and whenever you do, you find a solution sooner or later. After sliding through the loops of the barbed wire he surrounded his six-layer walls, you found that he wasn't as bad with disagreements as one could think. He never yells, never lets offensive words spill from his lips - whenever he says something harsh, he's just beng honest. Maybe you'd preferred a little more sugarcoating, but you didn't choose this man for being easy to deal with.

Maybe that's why having actual fights with him hurts so fucking much. Because you want to be as gentle and accepting with him as possible and you know the wish is mutual, but sometimes you just bloody can't.

That's when you find yourself feeling vulnerable and unsafe in your own apartment. As if every time you lose Simon's unconditional support for whatever reason, you lose your home entirely. He stops whatever discussion you were having, pinches nis nosebridge, blond eyebrows painfully furrowed, and throws a gruff "I need a smoke" your way before slipping away to the balcony.

Outside the apartment door to smoke at the communal staircase, if he needs more time.

Going out for a whole circle around the apartment building - once, when you honestly thought you might break up over the issue.

Today is a balcony day. It's a slight consolation, but it fails to reach you as you curl up in a ball of gloom and misery on the living room couch - the balcony is in the bedroom - and feel your fingers get cold and unpleasant nausea rising somewhat up to your solar plexus. Not all the way to the throat, but it isn't any less irritating; your body knows something wrong and tries to tell you.

Stupid body that doesn't understand it's not an issue you can just resolve by puking a poisonous fruit out or cuddling up to the members of your pack for warmth. A genius and yet such a useless evolutionary mechanism.

The balcony door closes with an echo that makes you uncomfortable. Simon walks silently, a literal Ghost no matter the size, every creaking floorboard memorized without even trying, but you notice his shadow in the corner of your eye and feel the couch dip heavily underneath his mass.

He brought cigarette smell - a tangy clove aftertaste of an expensive, fashionably black cancer stick - and outside's coolness to the living room. It's the only familiar thing about a man that feels no closer than a stranger in your depressed post-fight misery pit.

"Lookin' good, love." His voice startles you, not because you weren't expecting to hear him speak, but because it sounds exactly like that - like a stranger just coming up to have a chat and hopefully learn your name, phone number and relationship status.

"You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." Your answer is a bit distant, but you accept the game. If it's strangers he wants to play, you'll be a stranger. No one said you have to be a convincing one. "I like you."

"I like your eyes," Simon retorts immediately, a small movement indicating he's turned his body towards you in an invitation. "Even when they're sad."

A tired sigh. You're tired. Your eyes are tired. Your body and mind are tired.

"I don't want to be sad. Not when I'm with you."

"I want to make you happy, then, love." He's being sincere. Just a lad offering something so simple and yet dsirable to someone he took a shine to.

Can he make you happy right now?

"I want to kiss you." It's not the solution to all problems, you know that, and yet you out your wish since it'll probably make the pathetic feeling of your own smallness go away.

"I want to kiss you too."

You finally turn to him, offering him to drown in your upset eyes, and Simon meets your gaze with the same solemn expression, a sad frown on his face right up until his big hand - smells uniquely like a hand of a man who just had a smoke - cups your face and pulls you in for a short, soft, shallow kiss.

Your stranger's kiss.

"Let's talk about it again, lovie," he whispers, resting his forehead against yours and brushing his thumb along your jawline reverently. "'M not gonna talk until ya say everything ya want, a'right? Will listen. We can resolve this, I know we can."

He's right. And he's there for you, so you can be there for him too. You clutch his loose T-shirt right under his collar and sigh, looking down as you feel warmth seeping back into your body reluctantly.

"Wanna kiss a few more. Then talk."

This is definitely not something Simon will ever argue against.

[en-gelic]

STARBOY - 西村力

SYNOPSIS・A bet that sparked feelings of romance and denial which she had tried hard to prevent them from rising to the surface of her heart. Playing a game he knew she was going to lose was the easiest avenue to get closer to her. GENRE・bet to lovers, fluff ⋆ riki x f!reader ( W )・skinship, alcohol, getting drunk, medicine ⋆ 2.3k EXTRAS・started a show while writing this and got so sidetracked for 3+ hours SERIES MASTERLIST 、 ✸ BOOKSHELF! ⋆

His voice resounded through your ears as your memory broke in shambles. His voice felt like red silk gliding down your skin. You stood in a daze as the filming crew waited impatiently for your lines. Racking your mind, you looked up to meet his sharp eyes piercing into yours as you finally went blank, and the director yelled through the speaker. Dozens of people broke their silence and came rushing to adjust makeup or fix hair. You listened as the director droned on about remembering your lines and scanned your surroundings. Craving the bittersweet feeling of an emotion you could not describe, you zoned in on Riki, watching as he reacted with laughter, a smile unknowingly making its way on your face. Feeling your eyes on him, he turned to you, causing your smile to drop immediately as you turned to focus on the director who abruptly stopped his scolding upon the arrival of the taller boy. He charmingly smiled at the director who folded almost immediately. “Can I borrow her for a minute?” The director relented and you followed Riki as he pulled you outside the set. He stood in front of you, leaning down so his hair—which was slightly wet from the scene you were filming— was touching your forehead.

“Are you that nervous about acting with me?” He teased, his toothy grin on display. “Your hair is drooling on my forehead, you idiot.” You answered, dodging weakly at his hair showering you with water as he shook his head to tease you even more. Without hesitation, he connected his lips with yours as small drops of dew from the water in his hair sprinkled around the two of you. He broke the kiss and leaned his head on yours, water from his hair dropping on your nose. “So you really were nervous about acting with me, weren’t you?” He spoke through his signature boyish grin. "Oh, shut up." You joked, pushing past him and walking back into the set where bewildered gasps were heard and hands were found with towels, drying your slightly damp hair. "What happened?" Your hair stylist questioned as she pressed you down on a seat with a hairdryer in her hand. "A wet puppy shook water at me." Was all you replied with a grin as you saw through the reflection, Riki grinning back at you.

"It's just a bet," You muttered. "No feelings attached." Downing the cocktail, your body instinctively retaliated to the bitter liquid rushing down your throat. Pulling a face, you held back the urge to cough and ordered another one. The bartender hesitated, seeing that you weren't going to hold out for long, but complied as you felt your consciousness slowly ascend from your body. You clutched your bag in an attempt to stay sane and tried to blink away the shaky figures in front of you. You made a weak attempt to protect your head that felt like it was rolling off from, failing miserably as the bartender caught your head before it fell onto the counter. You heard a notification ring from your phone and fumbled to get it, lifting your head up from the bartender's hand. The words on your screen seemed to be spinning everywhere as you quickly wrote a few words in a reply and laid your head back on the counter, promising the bartender that you would be up in five minutes. Without realising, you lost yourself in the darkness of sleep and only woke up to a relatively dim room. Through the banging in your head, you heard sounds of a video recede as you turned over, ignoring both logic and fear as they tried to make their way into your already painful head. Feeling yourself dozing off again, you felt something move beside you. Assuming it was a pet, you shut your eyes even tighter as if the effort would make it go away.

“Good morning, pretty girl.” It spoke. Sanity finally made its way into your mind as you soon resulted that it wasn’t something but rather someone. Someone you didn’t want it to be. Automatically, you shot up from your comfortable position and turned to the boy whose voice you recognized almost immediately. Eyes widening in horror, you watched as a vexing grin grew on his face as he pushed you back onto the bed. “Take your medicine before you make your headache worse.” He made his way around the room you realized was bigger than expected and left, leaving you on the bed in horror and embarrassment. You tried to recall your memories from the evening before but gave up as soon as you started. You took in the scenery around you and realized the pattern in black and navy blue. After briskly noticing a messy pile of clothes, you began to wonder how he found out where you were and how he brought you to what you assumed was his house.

“Did you sleep well?” His voice interrupted your thoughts as he returned with pills and water. You felt the bed sink beside you as you nodded, turning away from him, knowing that if you met his eyes, you would feel even more uneasy. His body shook with mirth as he tried his best stifle his laughter at your sheepishness. He pulled you to face him by the nape of your neck. Still without saying anything he smiled and wordlessly picked up the cup and attempted to hand you the pills. You eyed the pills begrudgingly as you pursed your lips. Your inability to swallow pills added to your embarrassment as it seemed too childish for your age. He read your face and held back his amusement. “Say ahh.” He voiced, leading the pills to your mouth. You didn’t open, refusing to embarrass yourself again. “If you swallow this, you get a reward.” He bribed after repeatedly trying to pry your mouth open. Your facial expression changed as you considered his offer. “It’ll be good, I promise.” He persuaded; his gaze glued to yours. Reluctantly, you opened your mouth as he dropped the pills in your mouth and gave you the water. Determination aided you in swallowing the pills as you downed more water to wash it away. “Good girl.” He praised as he put the cup away. His tone sounded as though he was speaking to a child, and you bit back a smile at his teasing antics. He moved to put his hand on your forehead. “Just making sure I won’t get sick after this.” He voiced before pressing his lips on yours, blocking your airways and making you feel like you were underwater. Pulling away to get some air, he glanced down at your clothes. “You’ve been in my bed for thirteen hours, so I’d recommend a shower before coming back.” You glanced at the clock realising that you had indeed been knocked out on his bed for an age. After choosing some clothes from his closet, you stalked into the bathroom which was one of the lightest parts of his house. When you were about to enter the bath he ran for you, you heard his voice outside the door. “Do you need help?” He asked, clearly poking fun at you again. “No thank you, Nishimura.” He chortled at your response. “We’re on first name basis now?” You grinned and threw up a finger and as if he could see it, he chuckled even louder, his footsteps receding out of the room. After enjoying a very long bath, you finally exited the bathroom, looking even more tinier in his clothes and stalked into the kitchen where sounds of chaos were heard. The smell of burn increased the intensity of the dying headache knocking at your head. You stood for a moment and watched as he attempted to cook for you, injuring his head every time he tried to stand straight. “Why is this tree trying to cook for me?” You asked, moving towards him as he turned to look at you. “It’s not my fault this dwarf got herself drunk and hungover.” “Touché” You replied as you grabbed a wiping cloth to clean the mess he created. You looked back to find him staring at you instead of the food. “You look cute in my clothes, pretty girl.” He said, turning back to the food which was now turning his favourite colour. Hiding your amusement and flattery, you moved him out of the way to try and fix another mess, which seemed almost impossible. You turned to face him, choking on your laughter. “Let’s just get takeout.” You suggested, moving him out of the kitchen, your giggles echoing through his living room.

“So in summary, you fell in love with him and now you don’t know what to do?” Wonyoung asks as you laid on the floor of the messy room you started to clean, but lost motivation to finish. “Yes, and I don’t think he likes me back, so I’m stuck.” She hummed in agreement. “But he took you to his house and let you stay over and almost burnt down his house trying to cook for you?” You nodded again as you picked up the bits of motivation you had left and stood up to finish cleaning.

“And you’re not going to confess because you’re scared?” She asked. “Well, when you put it like that, you make it sound childish.” “Because it is.” She retorted as you pulled a face. Sick of watching you fiddle around; she stood up to organise the rest of the bits you had scattered everywhere.

“You try falling in love alone— especially with someone you’re acting with.” You said, opening your closet which contained even more mess. Sighing, she continued; speedily finishing your bits and moving onto the new clutter from your closet. “If he says no, his loss. If he says yes, good for the both of you. As long as you don’t feel awkward if he says no, he’ll be the one who feels awkward instead of you.” Your phone rang, interrupting her advice as you quickly picked it up after seeing who it was. Wonyoung listened intently, sitting beside you. “I got invited to an event on Friday and I wanted to know whether you could come with me?” He asked, sounding shifty and awkward. Your friend looked at you and giggled silently about how she was cupid's daughter. “Sure.” You replied, trying to remind yourself to act natural. The rest of the call was an awkward blur until his friend called him, forcing the conversation to end. When it was over, you both squealed as you hurried into your closet to find something to wear. “I told you I was cupid.” Wonyoung said, smiling at how excited you were, clearly pleased at how well her plan was working.

You stared at his lips as though they were tempting you as he got his makeup done. He was falling asleep while the makeup artist finished up and you couldn’t help but stare at his resting figure. Satisfied with her work, the artist exited the room, allowing him to sleep for a few more minutes. With just the two of you in the room, you leaned closer to his face, mesmerized at how perfect it was. He looked like a sleeping angel—even with his mouth open. You brought your finger to his eyelashes, patting them gently before moving to his eyebrows, brushing them in the same manner. He didn’t move as you moved to his knuckles which were holding onto the chair. Seemingly asleep, you sighed and stared at him for a few seconds, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. Whispering the words you wanted to say to him the most, fooled by his sleeping figure. “I like you.” You whispered quietly, doodling with your finger on his hand. You repeated it again, as if it would transfer to him through his dreams. He moved his hand to catch your finger, leading you to hold his hand. Your breath hitched at his sudden movement. “I like you too.” He mumbled, his eyes flickering open as he looked at you. You stilled for a moment, you heart pounding in your chest. He broke to stillness as he pulled your wrist so that you were closer to him, his lips inching closer to yours. They brushed against each other, barely touching before the artist was back, unaware of what was going previously. You both pushed away awkwardly, standing up to finish getting ready.

The rest of the event was pure torture. For you, at least. You watched as others stared at him eagerly and felt your first twinge of jealousy over a boy you just started dating. Sipping the cocktail, you watched as he ended his conversation and walked towards you, ceasing the cocktail from your hands. “I don’t need my baby getting drunk in front of all these people.” He replied to your complaints. Instantly, your jealously melted away as you fought a smile from appearing on your face. You felt his hand leave your back and moved to your hand, drawing circles with his finger. He patted it twice and pulled you out of the room, everyone’s attention on the two of you.

Pulling you into a secluded spot, he peppered kisses all over your face, dodging your lips. You pulled a face. "Why are you pouting?" He teased, a grin lighting up his face again. "You haven't initiated the first step of dating." Confusion flooded his features. You brought your hand to his neck, and pulled him done, his lips meeting yours. "You do know you skipped all the other steps to get to this one, right?" He asked, smiling down at you. You connected your hands with his and smiled back up at him. "As long as it's with you, it doesn't matter."

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Gentle on my mind - Chapter 14

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

A/N: This is the final part. I wanted to write an epilogue but this was so difficult to write I don't think I can. I cried all the way through it and I cried when I edited it too. I am really sorry to have made a story that ends like this, but this is how it is.

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 2.7K

TWs: Description of Elvis' failing health, erectile dysfunction, consensual somno, p in v sex, and death. Please prepare yourself for the end of this.

They spend the rest of the week at Graceland enjoying one another’s company. Elvis feels a sense of peace that settles over him like a warm blanket that cold January, and he wishes it could go on forever. Gloria is happy too, finally having time with Elvis and no demands on either of them. She particularly enjoys getting to know Larry, who she thinks of as Elvis’ spiritual hairdresser, talking about all sorts of crazy things. She recognises him as a kindred spirit - maybe not quite on the basis of religion or even belief generally, but as someone who wants the best for Elvis and actively tries to help him. Larry likes Gloria too, especially the effect that she has on Elvis. He’s sure Parker wouldn’t be happy about her if he knew she was here, but then again maybe he wouldn’t mind her, since there seemed to be no way she could be a permanent fixture in Elvis’ life. The days at Graceland are full of reading and talking, singing and playing games in the snow. Gloria is sad when she has to leave but she’s been missing her kids too. It’s the longest she’s spent without them, and the ache in her heart feels almost physical. There are a lot of tears and promises when she leaves, though every time she and Elvis part she worries a little more if there will be a next time. 

***

Gloria keeps her promise about visiting, but it’s hard to find times that work for the kids, Roger and Elvis. They manage twice that year, and it’s wonderful both times. Somehow she manages another visit in early 1976, and then Elvis tells her he’s playing two dates at Cow Palace in November and puts her name on the door. He’d looked tired when she saw him last, and she’s worried about seeing him perform for the first time in four years. She’s still never spoken to him about his health, but she sees the pills and she stays awake a lot when she’s with him, remembering what Jerry had said. Once she finds he’s stopped breathing and has to shake him awake, calling out desperately for help. He comes round, but it scares her. It scares her a lot that they might not have much time left. 

***

Somehow the Cow Palace show is incredible. Elvis is bright and engaged and as she watches him, Gloria feels like she’s falling in love all over again. He’s fired Red and Sonny West, so Jerry is his only remaining body guard now, and it’s easy for him to persuade Jerry that they don’t have to stay in the hotel that night. He arrives to Gloria’s house under cover of darkness and the kids are overwhelmed with joy to see him. 

Once they’re in bed he peels his jumpsuit off his tired body, standing in the middle of Gloria’s bedroom. He’s so exhausted he forgets to be self-conscious, and when she walks in from tucking the kids in she finds him standing there in just the little white pants he had to wear with the suit. His hair is still damp with sweat, and the hair on his chest seems darker and thicker than ever. He turns to look at her, eyes half-closed. 

“I need ta shower, honey.”

Gloria has a little ensuite with just a shower, and she ushers him towards it. It’s obvious he’s too tired for this really, so when he gets in and just stands there under the faucet not moving, she gets in too. It’s a tight squeeze and as she starts to rub soap on his chest she realises she didn’t even take her clothes off. He’s not the only exhausted one. 

“Thanks honey,” he whispers, not questioning what she’s doing or the fact that she’s doing it fully-clothed. 

She rubs soap all over him and then helps him rinse it off. He steps out of the shower, shakily, and she quickly strips off her wet clothes, leaving them there before finding him a towel and wrapping him up in it. He’s still and his eyes are almost closed, so she dries him too, leading him back into the bedroom once she’s dried herself off. 

Elvis lies down with a groan. He’s exhausted. He can’t help but feel that he gave his all at that show, but he knows he has to do it again tomorrow. 

“Can’t keep doin’ this,” he mumbles, as Gloria tucks him in and then gets in next to him. Her hair is wet, so she puts a towel down on her pillow. 

“You need a break,” she whispers. 

“I sure do.”

She leans her head against his chest, her fingers rubbing one of his sideburns. They’re so big now she feels like he’s on his way to growing a beard.

“Remember we used to talk about going to Hawaii?”

He smiles, eyes still closed. “Course. Think about it all the time. Runnin’ away to Hawaii with you and the kids. Livin’ out the rest a my days peacefully in the sun.”

Gloria feels her heart break in two at his words. The rest of my days. 

“Maybe we can go there on vacation? I’m sure I could work something out.”

“That would be wonderful honey… maybe next year…” he starts to trail off, his words slurring as he falls into a deep sleep. 

She stays awake, watching him, staring at his beautiful profile and wondering how she got so lucky and yet so unlucky at the same time. 

***

When Elvis calls her and asks her to run away with him to Hawaii she doesn’t hesitate. Not just because she’s afraid if she says no she might never see him again, but because Roger has lost interest in Corey and Jackie and moved to Nebraska to be with the maid. She’d stuck around for a bit with the baby, but then wanted a clean break from the mess in Frisco and decided to go back to be near her family. Roger had tried to do both, but in the end he told Gloria he was waiving his right to custody in favour of the maid and her little one. His other son. She doesn’t care for herself, but she’s devastated for the kids. Particularly Jackie, who’s such a Daddy’s girl. Corey had never been the same with his dad since that fateful night, and even though he was very small at the time, she feels like he remembers what happened.

The group that arrives in Honolulu is small and tightly knit. Only Larry and Jerry are there from the Mafia, although Charlie promises to arrive in a few days. Pat travels with Gloria and the kids to help out with childcare. She’d agreed to it after her sister had broken down one evening, telling her about her fears around Elvis’ health. When they see him at the resort neither think her fears were unfounded. His face is swollen and so is his belly, and he looks more tired than ever. But he’s joyful, being in Hawaii with Gloria at last. He’s only told Jerry and Larry that this isn’t really a vacation. To everyone else, he’s just having a break before his next tour. To them, he’s going and not coming back. He hates the idea of letting his fans down but he thinks he’ll end up doing it eventually anyway, and at least this way he’s got control over it. He’s set up as many traps as he possibly can for Joe and the Colonel to fall into before they realise what he’s doing and try to drag him back. But he feels old and tired now, even though he’s only 42. He’s lived a full life. It’s time to relax in a place he loves with the people he loves best. 

***

Elvis might be tired, but the sun and sand do revive him, and he spends his days playing with the kids and his nights trying his hardest to give Gloria the most pleasure he can. She tells him she doesn’t need multiple orgasms a night and he should rest, but he doesn’t listen. He hasn't had an erection for over a year now, but he makes up for it with his hands and his mouth. Gloria is only sad that she can’t give him anything back, kissing all over his body and gently sucking his soft dick. 

One night, he’s so caught up in holding and kissing her that he falls asleep without taking his pills and wakes up in a panic in the early hours of the morning. Scrambling around to look for them, he suddenly realises that he’s woken up with something else too. He touches himself but it fades quickly and his heart sinks with disappointment. His hand closes around the pill bottle but he pauses after he shakes them into his hand. Maybe a few more days without them and he’d be able to get hard again. He wants to do that for her, for his Glory. She deserves someone who can satisfy her, one last time. He doesn’t know which ones are causing the problem, so he stops taking them all. It doesn’t help with his pain, or his mood, but three days later he wakes up at 6am with a raging hard-on and remembers what Gloria had said about any time. 

“Glory,” he whispers, shaking her a little, but she’s fast asleep. 

His hand trails down her body until his fingers find her clit. Circling it, he watches her react in her sleep, wriggling and sighing. The pain in his belly is excruciating, but the ache in his dick is more important. And the feeling that this is their last chance to properly be together. Things have been escalating with the Colonel and he’s sure someone will be here soon to try and drag him back to Memphis. His fingers slip inside her pussy as he continues to stimulate her clit with his thumb, feeling her getting wetter as she gets closer to orgasm. When it hits she makes a surprised little noise, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at him. 

“Is it… are you?” She mumbles, confused and euphoric and hopeful all at the same time. 

“He’s awake,” Elvis replies, pulling the covers back to show her his hard, weeping dick. 

Her eyes are full of list staring at first his dick and then his face, thinking about how much she wants him inside her. How much she wants to feel close to him like that again. 

“Fuck. Oh I want you so bad, big boy. Please fuck me.”

He pushes her knees up so her feet come off the bed and positions himself between her legs. Slowly, gradually pushing inside her, watching her face, stopping when he can see it’s hurting her and carrying on when she gently touches his arm. When he’s fully inside he lies on top of her like he did that day on the beach in California, his head buried in her shoulder. He starts to move inside her slowly and her arms wrap around him as she feels tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She knows this is the last time. And not because he’s getting married, or because she is, but for a much more permanent reason this time. She knows he’s dying and she feels like he ran away to Hawaii to do it. She’ll never feel this again and as his movements speed up she can’t stop the tears spilling down her cheeks. 

“N-no. No, Elvis. Slow down. I want… I want to enjoy this. P-please.”

He moves his head to look at her as he forces himself to move slowly. When he sees her crying he knows she knows too. He presses his lips against hers as his tears start to flow. Their tears mingle as he rolls his hips against her, both of them sighing with pleasure even as their hearts break. 

“So tired, baby,” he mumbles against her lips. 

Her hand goes to his cheek. “I know. I know.”

“Haveta… has to end…” he continues, and she feels him speed up. 

Sobs wrack her body as she closes her eyes to feel him better. He comes with a small cry, and then he’s still. Softening inside her as he lies there, panting. She can’t stop weeping, and when he finally moves his head she sees he can’t either. 

“I wish I’d never let you leave that beach!” She cries out, unable to stop herself. 

“I wish I’d never gone. We shoulda run away together then, Glory. I shoulda been braver.”

She throws her arms around him, pulling him against her tightly. “It’s not your fault. Oh fuck. I love you so much. I don’t want you to… can’t you get well?”

She feels him shake his head against her. “Too late, baby. Too late fer all that. Jus’ have to hope the Colonel doesn’t get here first.”

First. Before he dies. Gloria wonders if she’ll ever stop crying. Then she remembers Corey and Jackie. She’ll have to.

***

Pat agrees to take the kids to one of the other islands for a couple of days when Elvis’s condition takes a radical turn for the worse. They say goodbye to him like they’ll see him again soon, and she doesn’t have the heart to tell them this is most likely goodbye for good. She thinks on some level they know, even though he’s trying to act cheerful for them, he’s been in bed for the past few days and can barely get out of it. She called Priscilla and got her to bring Lisa-Marie for a day too, so that his little girl could see her daddy for the last time. Priscilla and Pat get on well and Elvis’ ex-wife decides to go with them to the other island, make a proper vacation out of it. Part of her wants to stay and be with Elvis when he dies, but she sees he has someone else for that. 

She does stay to watch Larry marry them though. He performs a little ceremony whilst they sit in the bed in Elvis’ suite. Gloria helped Elvis dress and he’s in a white suit with a pale blue shirt underneath. She wears white too, and a garland of flowers in her hair. They even have a little cake afterwards, and Gloria throws her garland for Lisa-Marie and Jackie to fight over. Lisa-Marie wins. Any worries the kids might’ve had about Elvis were blown away by the wedding, tiny though it is, and they leave full of joy. Things get worse for Elvis as soon as they’re gone. He’s used up all his energy on staying cheerful for them, and on marrying Gloria. He lies down in the bed and sighs with exhaustion. Not long now. 

Gloria stays by his side for two days and nights, keeping herself awake with coffee and stimulants, watching over him. On the third day she feels herself getting drowsy. 

“I’m just going to take a little nap, big boy.”

His head moves slowly to look at her. She kisses him gently, and is about to pull away when he pushes his tongue into her mouth, his hand somehow making its way to the back of her neck. She savours the kiss, but she’s almost asleep. Her eyes close. 

“I love you, Gloria. You’re the love of my life. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’re my girl.” It takes a tremendous effort for Elvis to get the words out, but he has to say them. His head falls back on the pillow with exhaustion when he finishes. 

“Love you… too… Elvis…” the words slur as she falls into a deep sleep. Part of her brain is telling her she shouldn’t, but she’s been awake for too long and her body takes over. 

He watches her as he feels the life slipping away from his body. 

His Glory. In Hawaii. At last.

Softly, I will leave you softly / For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go / So I leave you softly, long before you miss me / Long before your arms can beg me stay / For one more hour or one more day

***

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[zylphiacrowley]

Then v Now

Tagged by @sailor-artemis @gatheredfates and @disaster-husbun Thank you friends~! ♥

I will tag uhhhhh..... @golmorehotgirl @lilas @this-is-ris @e-nishka-aosh and @stalwart-spirit

^ 12/2020 (apparently?) || 12/2024 v

So uhhhhh... storytime I guess.

A long time ago (I think this would've been when StB or maybe even HW was current) I bought a prebuilt "gaming" PC (mistake). To test it's capabilities I decided I would run the benchmark for whatever expansion was current at that time (don't ask me why this was my first train of thought, I don't claim to know the inner workings of my own mind)... it failed. Like miserably. Like if the bench could audibly laugh at me I think it would've. No matter, I hate MMOs and didn't plan to play it anyway, I just wanted to test it. I went on my merry way with my shitass "gaming" PC (that didn't last long anyway because it really was just a glorified paperweight).

Several years (and a new custom built PC) later, I was scrolling tumblr, as you do, and I kept seeing this red haired catboy and I was like "I don't know who this catboy is, but I wish only the best for him" then I found out that he was from XIV and that XIV had a "Free trial up to level 60 including the award winning expansion, Heavensward", so I was like, "Eh, I should try out the benchmark again see if I can run it. Also I enjoy a good character creator so I'll make a character give it a go and probably stop once I finish all the free content." Oh..... oh you sweet summer child... Anyway because I was not seriously considering playing this game for the long run, I was like "heehee I make an old catman because old man protag is unusual for SE game so is a bit sillay." I ran him all the way through ARR with people calling him "lad" and "boy" before I decided I couldn't stand it anymore and I spent my free fantasia to shoot him with the lazerbeam of youth. Woe, youth be upon ye catboy.

Now, did I need a friend to pretty much hold my hand all through ARR and HW because I was literally shaking with anxiety every time I queued for literally any content in the game? ...................I mean, yeah (thank you for being patient with me Lambs, as I made you run a bby sprout through probably mind-numbingly boring content for you at the time). But look at me now! I can queue as a DPS without crying the whole time I'm sitting in queue! Progress babeeeeeeeee!

It wasn't until this year (or late last year, I forget) that I actually got up the courage to start posting more stuff about my catboy (and my ship... especially my ship I still get sort of self-conscious about posting ship stuff but I enjoy it so I keep doing it anyway) and through doing so I've met soooooooo many wonderful friends in the community! I love seeing and learning about other people's WoLs, OCs, and ships, so I have been thriving getting to know everyone!

It has been an honor getting to share fandom space with so many fantastic people! I hope in 2025 I get to know even more about everyone's characters, and maybe even meet new people!

[hollowsart]

Alright, cuz like 8 of you liked the post, here's my White & Pink Diamond swap au concept thing that I came up with!

(Be warned this is EXTREMELY LONG):

I do understand why people do it, but what if instead of swapping the roles and making the diamonds like each other for the various AU's

What if an AU where the diamonds remained their base personalities? Obviously with a few tweaks here and there--

But imagine how different it would be if White & Pink truly swapped places in the Diamond hierarchy..

Pink treating everything like a game and all the gems are like her toys. She has a nasty anger problem so all the other gems try to appease her and keep her in high spirits. Playing along with her tiring games. They're all afraid to upset her and face her destructive wrath.. you'd either be cracked or shattered.. depends on whether she's feeling merciful or not. (shattering would be a mercy act. being cracked is not. it's suffering.) Pink's appearances and personality that we'd be told about would be of this truly terrifying and horrible person, cruel and deadly and unpredictable-- yet contradicted so harshly when we see her for the first time and she is all bubbly an giggly and appears so friendly……… until someone tells her 'no' and tries to stand their ground… how dare you say no to her.

White didn't want to play these games. She saw something more from Earth than it being yet another toy added to Pink's little collection. White's apathy and distant nature would have made her seem even more like a perfect and ethereal goddess to Greg when they finally met centuries down the line. His great sense of emotional vulnerability and empathy made him appealing to her. Not to mention the fact he would actively seek her out and try to become a part of her life and get her to care. It worked and not only is Earth spared, Steven was born to take her place. Heck. the VHS White would leave Steven would have an underlying message of hope that Steven gained Greg's empathy and resilience to help stand a chance against getting through to Pink and stop her from being so greedy and spoiled.

imagine the human zoo being Pink's still.. the zoomans are less like "animals" (idk how else to describe this) and more like living toys. they're fragile tho unlike the gems which can take the beatings. the zoomans are both still free range.. and less so. they're like porcelain dolls inside a glass case.

White tried to free the zoomans and take them back to earth, but failed.

She knows they don't belong there, but it's too late..

Yellow and Blue… hm…

Yellow as a passive-aggressive aristocrat. She isn't forced into a dress like Blue wore, and Blue isn't forced into the "armor" that Yellow wore. Blue is more of a neglectful and remorseful militaristic type.. if that makes sense..??

idk how to put it. or what would fit them best for a swap. or if they should even stay the same.

Blue cries when Pink isn't around to see or hear. Blue is miserable. She hates having to pretend.. yet she still goes along with it. she can feel the fear of the other gems.. She would love for it all to end.. but she feels there is no hope. If there was a war.. they would lose before it even began.

Yellow, when Pink isn't around to see or hear, releases her frustrations. Always having to smile and dance and sing-- It's wearing her down, she feels she is close to cracking if she has to continue one more century of this. Yet she persists. She is a diamond. They are resilient. Durable. She has to be.

Spinel could be a forgotten "toy" for Pink. being abandoned. When the news broke out she comes to Earth and throws a misery fit that she was abandoned. everyone forgot about her. everyone moved on without her. no one even knew nor remembered she even existed..

So she'll return the favor.

She isn't getting revenge on Pink for drifting away and making new friends and leaving her to rot alone like in the movie..

She's taking everyone down so that no one remembers they existed except for her.. but maybe she'll use the rejuvenator on herself and force delete the memory in the end after it's all done. She'll be alone again, but she'll be happier at least.. right?

Steven in this AU is as I described before when I drew up those concepts of what Steven would actually look and be like if his mom wasn't Pink Diamond. He would be the closest to official Steven in appearance aside from his clothing color and a slight detail to his hair + the gem on his head. [Here]

HUGE IDEA: White was Pink's favorite toy because of the power that she had to allow Pink to control her like a puppet. It's only until later on that Steven is able to unlock the reverse power and MAKE Pink feel remorse for her actions and LISTEN.

What if.. White was made as the perfect toy..

Just to add a little creativity. cuz I know that in the official canon, the diamonds were all created around the same time according to the art book, but like

What if White was the 3rd diamond that Pink made and she was made to be the perfect toy? and when White ran away, Pink threw a tantrum until she "forgot" (she's still bitter) and moved on to continue playing around with her other millions and billions of toys/gems.

White is sympathetic of a character in that you do feel bad for her and understand why she is the way she is due to how she was treated and handled by Pink.. treated as far less of a living thing.. I think her being given a Pearl to "play with" (in Pink's stupid games) was the catalyst to her running away. She was treated with respect and sympathy by the Pearl when Pink wasn't around.. those were rare moments for White. Especially when she wasn't using her powers and rendering herself as a useless little doll for Pink to puppeteer to her heart's content.

Later on when White encountered Greg.. He was the one who really helped to show her what it's like to live and discover yourself. To really open up and choose what she wants. When Steven was born.. it's like a wish for Steven to live the life that White wished she could have but knew she never could. So she gave it to him. To let him truly experience being free and feeling. The joys and sorrows of what it means to truly live and be alive.

The other gems.. A garnet formed by a Ruby and Sapphire forced together, reclaiming their dignity and "personhood" by falling in love and choosing to be together on their own accord. An Amethyst of unnatural proportions created from a twisted curiosity of experimentation to craft more "fun" gems for Pink to play with.. Learning to love herself and all her imperfections and finding the perfection within it despite the horrors of her creation.

a little band of misfits living on earth.. and finding peace away from the horror of homeworld.

homeworld gems accept their roles and their lives, most don't even care to question or think differently about how things are run. They "happily" or even "apathetically" go along with what they're told to do. playing their parts as perfectly as expected. rarely is an unexpected action welcome under Pink's supervision.

[sixosix]

GENSHIN IMPACT.

# XIAO

( 1 ) something happens

drabble / 1.7k words. verr goldet and huai'an playing matchmaker, basically

( 2 ) wasted time

drabble / 500 words. talks a lot x listens trope, but with xiao

# WANDERER / SCARAMOUCHE

( 1 ) patching you up

drabble / wc 500. you're injured, and wanderer is there to help—not of course without a bit of snark here and there.

( 2 ) flustered

drabble / wc 600. wanderer proves that he can fluster you.

( 3 ) clingy

drabble / wc 1k. scara shows his true colors when he’s missing you.

( 4 ) softie

drabble / wc 800. scara does, in fact, have a soft spot for animals.

( 5 ) he can fly; you cannot

drabble / wc 700. he makes it his problem.

( 6 ) and his voice is a familiar sound

longfic / wc 5k. forced proximity + childhood friends reuniting.

( 7 ) happy birthday, wanderer!

drabble inspired by wanderer’s 2024 bday mail

( 8 ) pda w/ wanderer

drabble about him and public display of affection

# SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

( 1 ) i drive down different roads | part two

fic / wc 4k. you met a detective once on an unexpected night; fate decides that it won’t be the last time.

“you look so pretty,” the stranger with twin moles murmurs, “like it’d be a crime not to want you.”

# LYNEY

( 1 ) distractions

drabble / wc 600. roommate!lyney annoying you who just want to finish your essay. you fail miserably.

( 2 ) sleight of hand

longfic / wc 8k. local sumeru architect goes to fontaine looking for inspiration and comes out of it with three rainbow roses and a crushing magician.

you will not let lyney get to you. unfortunately, lyney already got to you the moment you met eyes. after all, what is a magician if not an expert in stealing hearts?

( 3 ) kissing him awake

drabble / wc 600. kissing lyney awake doesn't really work.

( 4 ) teapot voicelines

drabble / wc 1.5k. lyney’s teapot voicelines turned fic

( 5 ) overwhelmed

drabble / wc 500. a huge party + reader who is sensitive to the environment + lyney being a sweetheart

( 6 ) sickfic

fic / wc 3k. you take it upon yourself to make it up to lyney when he couldn’t perform on the night he looked forward to the most—and lyney falls a little harder.

( 7 ) kisses

drabble / wc 500. sleepy lyney + kisses all over his face.

( 8 ) sucker

drabble / wc 700. it was not your intention to seduce lyney, really, he was just already so very weak for you.

( 9 ) lovesick and desperate

drabble / wc 900. lyney can't stop staring at your lips.

( 10 ) plastic flowers

fic / wc 1.8k. the great magician lyney wooing nine-to-fiver reader.

# AETHER

( 1 ) jealous

fic / wc 1.5k. aether has been traveling with you long enough for his bottled up feelings to overflow one day. lyney pushes that day closer.

( 2 ) infatuated

drabble / wc 1.5k. mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot.

( 3 ) accidental

drabble / wc 500. you accidentally kiss him on the lips.

( 4 ) hitting on you

drabble / wc 700. aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.

( 5 ) stay, too

fic / wc 2.8k. you were afraid that aether would break your heart, but that all flew out the window the moment he got sick and demanded only you take care of him.

( 6 ) i want you for worse or for better

fic / 2.8k. your ex, aether, invites you to be his plus one at a wedding; you were doomed from the very beginning.

# KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

( 1 ) can i go where you go?

fic / 2.2k words. three times kazuha keeps kissing you on 'accident'

# KAVEH

( 1 ) it was all by design | part two

longfic / wc 10k. when soulmates are given a second chance.

he kisses you square on the mouth, the blueprint of the palace of alcazarzaray hidden beneath his palms, and he thinks he’s never been happier.

# ALHAITHAM

( 1 ) officially swept off your feet

drabble / wc 1.5k. in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.

# WRIOTHESLEY

( 1 ) one look (meant just for you)

drabble / 700 words. wriothesley visits your home.

[platonic-soulmates-gencest]

@whereiscarmensa

This is a reply (thank you!) to last week's headcanon about how Sam probably attended kindergarten with Dean because they couldn't be seperated at the time.

So, let's expand on this. When Dean enters first grade, Sam is around 2 and half. John knows that he should stop this seperation anxiety before it gets to be too much. BUT he doesn't know how. The whole summer before Dean's first grade, he's tried seperating the boys. He fails miserably. He tries to use the promise of games or sweets to get Dean away, to go play out, but Dean refuses to go without Sammy. Next, John forcibly makes Dean leave (he has him run an errand to the grocery store) and Sam won't listen to him. He will start throwing anything he can reach at John and crying "dee" "dee". A concerned neighbour knocks at the door and John has to lie and say that Sam's mother was out on an errand to get the nosy old lady off his case. And Sam, the little rascal, goes back to bubbly laughs as soon as Dean enters the room. Like he hadn't been screaming his lungs out five minutes ago.

John eventually forges a psychiatrist's paper about Sam having severe seperation anxiety and he's allowed to go to elementary school with Dean. The teachers didn't really like it. They expected a baby in class would make a big mess and a lot of noise. But Sam was an angel. He never left his brother's lap and he just watched the teacher with more attention than Dean did. He was a dear all things considered. P.E. was going to be a problem though, the teachers thought. Dean would have to put Sam down. But Dean surprised them this time. He didn't let Sam down at the bench. Instead, he used that thing they use to carry babies around and he did the whole P.E. lesson with Sammy strapped on him.

The teachers don't even know what to do at this point. They do find it unhealthy, however. So they try to seperate them once. Just once though. Because Sam cried so loud and started hitting everyone who touched him for the 5 minutes Dean was gone (because the teacher sent him to her office to grab something and insisted on Sam staying back). Sam didn't stop crying until Dean was back in his sight and the teachers didn't try again.

Sam only stops attending Dean's classes when it's his time to go to kindergarten. It's a bit scary being away from Dean but he's so used to the concept of a class by now that the environment is safe enough for him to relax. Dean has more trouble getting used to Sam not being in his lap. He has a hard time concentrating in class, his mind always trailing off to his baby brother.

I think I wrote enough 😂😅 I want to say that this would be really weird but I think these two have done weirder things in their lives so *shrugs*

Now, send me more mommy Dean please! Both replies and asks are fine! Just send me more! We need to fill the mommy dean monday tag! It's essential for my survival!

[bethsvrse]

𝓜ISTLETOE

PAIRING Thomas Thorne x fem!ghost!reader

WARNINGS peer pressure from the other ghosts, kissing?? does that need a warning??

Thomas didn’t understand why it was so difficult to get Alison under the mistletoe. Each time he had tried today, he had failed miserably and it’s making him so frustrated. Thomas currently had his face shoved into the Captain’s thigh, his body in an uncomfortable position as the two were playing twister, a game Alison got Pat for Christmas.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alison standing at the door frame, right under the mistletoe. Thomas tried to call out to, desperately, but it was muffled due to his position. Thomas rolled his eyes, giving up a kiss with Alison was absolutely and positively not worth it for this terrible game, so he quickly got out of the position and walked (basically ran) towards the door, but alas, Alison was already walking away.

A loud gasp suddenly echoed through the room, and Thomas looked towards Kitty. “You two are under the mistletoe.” She said. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, but turned his head to see you trying to walk away from under the door, but Kitty called out again. “Stop! You have to kiss now, Y/N!”

“Kitty…” Y/N said, “we don’t have to kiss. It’s just silly tradition.”

Thomas laugh, although it sounded quite un-genuine to the people in the library. “Such a silly tradition.” He says. Little do they know, Thomas, despite being a massive poet and always admitting his love to those women around him, quite liked Y/N. Every since you passed away 55 years ago and came into his life, he has never been happier. You two hang out all the time, and he loves how you always listen to his poems. The problem is that when he realised he had these feelings for you, you guys became too close. He felt that if he revealed these feelings, and you rejected him, you would no longer want to be friends.

What he didn’t know is that you harbour the same feelings for him, you been infatuated with him for years. When Alison came to the house, and he started telling her all his poems, and hanging out with her more often, you couldn’t help but to feel jealous. You can’t lie and say it hasn’t been tense around you two, because everyone can feel it.

“It’s not silly tradition it sweet!” Kitty complained.

“I used to always hang mistletoe around the house for me and Carol. It was great, really nice tradition.” Pat told the group.

You rolled your eyes, “fine. If it’s so important to you lot.” You leaned up and Thomas held his breath, his eyes widened, only to feel your lips fall on his cheek before you pulled back. “There.”

“No! It has to be a proper kiss silly!” Kitty giggles, “on the lips.”

Despite not having any blood in his body, Thomas swore his whole face went pink. The idea of your lips on his was enough to make his tummy do somersaults (even you just kissing his cheek made his body feel all fuzzy inside).

“Kitty, it’s not like me and Thomas not kissing is going to ruin Christmas or anything.” You tell her.

“Actually, it suppose bad luck if you don’t kiss under mistletoe.” Mary mentions, causing the rest of the group to send you smirks.

You take a deep breath, the others watch in anticipation on what your going to do. You groan before looking back at the group. “Does it really matter if we kiss or don’t kiss.”

“Yes!” Kitty says gleefully. Thomas frowned. The thought of kissing you sounds delightful but it seems as though you don’t share the same thoughts as him. Only you do. You would love to kiss Thomas, you would just prefer to kiss him without the peer pressure of your friends.

“Look, Thomas doesn’t even want to kiss me and it would be very rude to kiss someone without their permission.” You tell the group and try to leave again. Thomas looked at you on bewilderment, he can’t believe you think he doesn’t want to kiss you.

“I believe Thorne does, Y/N.” The Captain tells you. You glare at him, wondering why he decides now is the best place to join in on the group’s antics.

You turn your head to look at Thomas, “I really don’t mind.” He mutters. “Besides if it makes them stop pestering us.” Thomas says.

“Y’know what? Fine. If it means so much to you people.” You turn your whole body towards Thomas and grab his shirt before pulling him towards you. Your lips fall on his and the poet swore he has never felt anything better.

Thomas lets out a soft hum against your lips, he brings one of his hands your cheek to deepen the kiss. He opens his mouth slightly, brushing his tongue along your bottom lip to gently request access to your mouth. You part your lips ever so slightly before they are quickly pried open further by Thomas’ tongue.

You suddenly remember that the ghosts are watching and quickly pull away. Thomas tries to chase you lips but you step back before he can.

“There. Was that a proper enough kiss for you?” You say. The four ghosts watching don’t answer, so you walk back out of the library, Thomas fixes his waistcoat and looks at the others; his face feeling hot.

“Oh my god.” Kitty ends up saying, breaking the silence.