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[lesbojournals]

Don’t Cry (Stucky x Reader)

Crying wasn’t in your everyday routine. In fact, out of the three of you, you were the one known to cry the least. Maybe it was the anti-depressants, but for some reason you just never felt the need to cry.

Until today.

Steve and Bucky had been gone for mission after mission. And you appreciated this, truly, as one of the people living in the world they protected so fearlessly. But today was day number 8 in a row of Steve and Bucky gone without a trace, and not only were you getting antsy and angry, but you were starting to get upset too.

Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you picked up the phone and called Steve. He would answer, right? Wrong. Not only did he not answer, but you were sent straight to voicemail. An anxious chill ran up your spine, and you tapped on Bucky’s name next. 

“Hello? Babygirl?”

You sighed in relief. “Hi Buck.”

“Are you alright?” He sounded rushed.

“Yea,” you answered, already feeling insecure that you called. “Just miss you and Steve.”

“I miss you too babygirl-” There was the sound of movement in the background. “I’ll call you back later.”

And with that he abruptly hung up.  

You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at your phone in disappointment and shock. You certainly didn’t expect that. With a shaky sigh you retreated to the bedroom to get in your pajamas–aka Steve’s shorts and one of Bucky’s crewnecks. You tugged a blanket off of your shared bed and dragged it to the living room of your apartment, letting your body flop on the couch as you pulled the blanket up in comfort. You felt your lip start to tremble. Surely you wouldn’t cry. 

Don’t cry. You told yourself. This is silly. There’s no reason to cry.

You felt your breath become uneven and your vision became hazy.

Don’t cry.

Then, as if on cue, your cat came over to you and tilted his head with the smallest “Rrrow?”

That was what made the waterworks burst. You picked up the cat and sobbed as he purred loudy in your arms, making ungodly noises as you heaved relentlessly. 

It’d just been you and the cat for over a week now, things were becoming not just lonely, but worrisome as your thoughts antagonized you wondering if Bucky and Steve would ever come back. You used more tissues than you could count, carelessly throwing them onto the floor. Eventually you exhausted yourself from the tears, passing out on the couch with your cat snuggled up beside you.

Steve and Bucky arrived at the apartment early in the morning, well aware that you were likely asleep in the bedroom.

“Careful Steve–take your shoes off, they’re too loud.” Bucky whisper-chastised Steve as they entered.

Steve shook his head, smiling, and timidly took off his boots.

Bucky walked through the apartment while Steve took off his boots, stopping immediately at the sight of you on the couch, surrounded by tissues and your shared cat.

“Babygirl?” He called out.

You stayed unmoving.

He got closer as Steve approached, also surprised by the sight of you sleeping on the couch. He crouched down next to Bucky.

Bucky rested a hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. “Babygirl? Are you alright?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, causing an explosion of crumbled tissues to erupt from the couch. “Bucky!! Steve!!”

You latched yourself to them both, squeezing as tight as you could. You squished your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. 

“Why are there so many tissues here honey?” Steve asked hesitantly.

You pulled back from the hug and looked down at the floor, at the tissues, in shame. “I guess I just missed you both.”

This time it was Steve who grabbed you by the face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, catching you by surprise. When he released you, Bucky held you next, kissing you slowly.  

 You pleaded, breaking up the kiss with Bucky. “Please don’t leave again.”

[red-flagging]

💛 seb/lewis :-)

(kiss fic prompts!)

a little epilogue to rabbits are chasing :)

Lewis's flight lands at 8:02PM, which means that by 7:31PM, Seb is parked outside the airport arrivals door, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel and scanning the sky for approaching planes.

It's quite silly, getting here so early, but it's not as if there's much left to do at home. There's roast vegetables waiting in the oven, the cauliflower steaks that he started marinating earlier this morning chilling in the fridge. Mina and Ellie are safely ensconced in their duck coop with the heater turned on for the night. The sheets on the guest bed are freshly washed.

The car parked behind him starts up. Its headlights illuminate Seb's cabin. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of himself, harried and too-bright, in the rearview mirror. He scrubs his hands down his face. Christ. Get it together, Sebastian. He is a full 39 years old. Far too old to be getting the same jitters that he did the first time he invited a girl over at age 17, agonizing about what album to have playing when they came back to his room. Lewis is far too old for Seb to be doing all this. Lewis might not even be gay.

His phone buzzes. Seb nearly jumps out of his seat.

Lewis

just landed

getting my luggage now

hows it so freaking cold here

The inside of the car is already fogging up. When he'd asked Lewis to send dates he could come visit and Lewis had said just so you know the next few months are kind of crazy for me, Seb had expected late fall, maybe the holidays. Not the middle of slush season, when all the roads up the mountain have a 50/50 chance of being so muddy that they're undriveable.

Sebastian

I'm outside, in the blue Infiniti :)

He glances back up at himself in the mirror. The scab from where a wood chip caught the corner of his eyebrow while he was sanding the new planter box is almost healed over. His hair looks as good as it's ever going to. If Lewis asks whether he's been using conditioner, he's fucked.

It shouldn't feel like this. Seb beat Lewis to Senna's record, and Lewis still laughed at all his jokes the next season. Lewis watched Seb DNF twice in five races and still said in the media pen that he was waiting for the day Seb would be back up on the podium with him. When they inevitably auction off Lewis's Le Mans racesuit, it'll have to be with Seb's snot all over the front of it, because Lewis let Seb sob all over him and then laughed as he wiped sweat off of Seb's cheek with the sleeve. After all that – the fact that he's about to be in Seb's house for the next week shouldn't make Seb feel like he's standing in front of Lewis naked, without even the promise of a fast car or a good competition to distract Lewis from looking right at him.

His phone buzzes again.

Lewis

outside i think

Seb peers through the windscreen. Lewis – or rather, the blurry figure lugging a giant suitcase behind him that he assumes is Lewis – waves at him from the sidewalk. Seb flashes his lights at him twice.

The back door opens and Lewis's head, along with a burst of cold night air, pops in. "Hey," he says, a little breathlessly. "I don't think this is going to fit in the back."

It does, eventually, but not without a fight that involves Seb having to climb into the trunk alongside Lewis's suitcase and physically wrestle it into place while Lewis shoves from behind. They're both out of breath by the time they finally climb back in the front and slam the doors shut.

"You know, there are beds at the farm," Seb points out. "You didn't have to pack your own."

Lewis shakes his head, tugging off his gloves. His coat collar is turned up around his neck. He's wearing an an ear warmer headband, held in place by two butterfly pins. Every other bit of uncovered skin is pink, even with the heat in the car up at full blast. Lewis shoves his fingers in front of the vents and sighs with relief, closing his eyes. "Ugh, thank God," he says. He sounds exhausted. "Listen, you're lucky I fit everything into one." It sounds far less like a joke than Seb would hope. The fact that the fondness in Seb's chest still manages to outweigh the exasperation is probably a sign that Seb's beyond salvation.

"Next time I'll bring a trailer so you can fit your bathtub and toilet, too," he says, reaching for the keys. The engine purrs to life as he flicks the lights back on, then leans forward to scrub the worst of the fog off the windscreen. The thermometer on the dash says it's still 3 degrees outside. They might still be able to make it back before the slush freezes over. "Okay," he says, sitting back down and twisting around to reach for his seatbelt. "Ready to go?"

Lewis doesn't say anything. When Seb looks over, he's staring out the front window, playing with one of his rings.

"Lewis?" Seb asks.

Lewis's head jerks around. "Hm?" he says. "Oh. Yeah." He doesn't move to put on his seatbelt.

Seb frowns. Kills the engine so he can properly turn in his seat. "Lewis," he says. "Is everything –"

Lewis leans across the console and kisses him.

It's barely half a second. Seb still hasn't moved by the time Lewis sits back down on his side of the car.

"Uh," Lewis says, after a second. He clears his throat. "Sorry. I just – Shit. Sorry. The whole way over, all I could think about was – I had to get it over with before I chickened out."

He's fiddling with his rings again, but his eyes stay fixed on Seb's. His jaw is set. He still looks half-ready to bolt through the door behind him, out into the night.

"Well, you don't have to make it sound like taking your medicine, Christ," Seb says hoarsely, and drags Lewis back across the console to kiss him properly.

Lewis's lips are still cold. When Seb opens his mouth, Lewis sighs, pressing in closer with a soft sound that makes Seb want to go twenty years back in time and kick himself for not figuring out how to make Lewis make that noise sooner. His hands settle on Seb's wrists, holding him in place. Seb slides his own hands up, cradling the back of Lewis's head, to return the favor.

When he finally pulls away just far enough to catch his breath, Lewis follows him, close enough that their noses bump. His eyes are wide. This close up, Seb can see the dark circles under them more clearly.

He closes his eyes. Lewis is still there when he opens them.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks.

Lewis blinks. "What," he says. "Are you talking about."

"Sleep deprivation," Seb says. His heart is pounding hard enough that he feels it in his throat. "People start to get delirious when they're tired enough –"

"I was awake for 24 hours and I didn't kiss you at the end," Lewis interrupts, his eyes sharp and bright. "I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Seb opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He tries again. Still nothing.

"Fuck," he says, closing his eyes. "Okay. Okay." He drags himself back upright and reaches for the keys. "We can – tomorrow. But we should – you need to shower. And sleep." Lewis's hand settles on his leg. Seb rests his own on top of it; after a second, he squeezes Lewis's fingers gently. Lewis flips his hand over and laces their fingers together.

"Yeah," Lewis says. His thumb traces over Seb's knuckles. "That – tomorrow sounds good."

The slush crackles under the tires when Seb starts to move. Ahead of them, the headlights carve a path through the darkness. Lewis's hand is a solid, steady weight against his leg. "Okay," Seb says, to himself, to both of them, to no one. Lewis hums softly from his side of the car. He squeezes Seb's knee gently.

Seb closes his eyes for a second. "Okay," he says quietly. "Yeah. Let's go home."

[mostmagical]

100 word drabble exercise.

Prompt: taken

He was giggling again. Quietly, under his breath. Marinette pretended not to notice, but she couldn’t stop her own smile.

Across the table, Nino sighed, a pointed look over his glasses. “Adrien, what,” he said flatly, already knowing the answer.

Alya simply rolled her eyes.

Adrien beamed, raising his and Marinette’s already joined hands over the table. The smile made his words lilt at the ends. “She said yes,” he replied, emphasizing their matching charm bracelets with a shake and a lovelorn sigh. “We’re dating.”

Nino’s face held all the exhaustion of an older brother. “So you said. Thirty times.”

Send me one word, I'll write you 100

[alienaiver]

Hihihihhihi can I please join with Deku and prompt 56? Have fun!!

lunaaa!!! <3333 of course you can!

with number 56 you got: “You owe me a kiss.” which just gives infinite scenarios, doesn't it? very fluffy for my very own fluff-specialist <!!!33333 it's 818 words and no real warnings!

send me an ask with a random number between 1-210 and a character and i’ll write you a little story!

When you get home from work, you’re exhausted to the bones. It’s been some rough weeks, the office demanding more and more menial tasks that doesn’t require much effort per say, but when they pile up, they drain the will out of you.

You don’t expect Midoriya to be home when you toe off your shoes by the entrance, so when you hear something being dropped on the floor from the kitchen, your breath instantly hitches and you freeze for a few seconds, straining your ears to hear if there really is someone there or not. You hear steps and something being placed back on the kitchen counter. You mentally go through the exercises that Midoriya has taught you. Dating the number one hero comes with dangerous side-effects and while your address is hidden, you’d never underestimate the cunning of villains. You silently reach for your purse you placed by the dresser, reaching for the pepper spray lodged in there somewhere before you toe your way through the hallway and into the kitchen, more tense than you’ve been in a while.

So when you turn the corner and see none other than your boyfriend whipping something in a bowl, you groan out loud to release the tension. He whips around with one of his bright smiles plastered to his face – together with flour and something sticky. You bend down with your arms resting on your legs, trying to laugh out the fear.

He worries instantly, “what’s wrong?” he asks as he hurries to put the bowl on the counter and come to you. You shake your head and lift your right arm to show him the spray, “I thought we had an intruder. I thought you’d be at work until midnight.”

He coos at you as he runs a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp, “I’m sorry for startling you. I must’ve forgotten to send you a text.”

He goes back to the batter on the counter and you follow, “what are you doing?”

“I’m making some chocolate-chip cookies. Kacchan showed me this really easy recipe!” he’s beaming proudly but the kitchen is a big mess and the batter in his arms doesn’t seem to entirely cooperate with him. You laugh, “did you pre-heat the oven?”

It’s something he always forgets. A mumbled “shit” lets you know he did it again and you laugh as you reach over to turn it on, taking out the tray so he can prepare the cookies on that. Silently, you start helping him, tidying up as you go around, handing him the ingredients he asks for and preparing a big pot of coffee.

“So,” you begin and out of your peripheral vision you see him freeze by the tray, a glop of batter dripping haphazardly between his hands and the baking paper. “What made you come home early to make cookies?”

He winces, “is it really that out of character for me?” he counters you and you laugh at him, resting your hip against the counter, crossing your arms, “Izuku, you didn’t become the number one hero because of your interest in baking, so… out with it.”

He leans back up, his full height and bulk seeming so big in the tiny kitchen of yours. He scratches the back of his neck but you see the regret in his eyes the instant he feels the dough catch in his nape hairs. You snort at him but await his explanation.

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Your expression softens at his confession but you can’t help but raise your eyebrow with a teasing glint, “making me help you clean up here is nice?”

He knows you’re making a lighthearted joke and that you technically don’t mind organizing after his tornado of a mess (he also argues in his mind that he’d happily have done it himself before you got home, but this is actually the third batch he’s been trying to make so time ran from him) but it still sits badly with him that he wants to help you feel better and unload some stress but instead makes you work. You near him and let your hands travel over his arms up to his shoulders, “I like seeing my strong hero in the kitchen though. My apron suits you, Handsome.”

He blushes at your flirting banter. It’s amazing, how you’ve been together for almost seven years but he still can’t look you in the eye when you compliment him.

“But this help doesn’t come free, you know.” You argue and he looks at you with confusion written all over him. You smile triumphantly, “you owe me a kiss.”

He chuckles at your request before he wraps his arms around you, careful not to let his hands touch and ruin your clothes with batter, “how about two?”

You smile and lean up closer, squeezing his shoulders, “we can do that.”

[crimeronan]

hmm. been musing on this for a couple days, so i guess i'll ask: would there be any interest in me creating a discord server for princess luz AU discussion?

my main reasoning is that there's a small number of you guys who have been having a lot of fun with it, but most of the discussion right now is facilitated thru my ask box, and i can't reply to every single ask i'm sent (there are Many i haven't responded to). people are obviously having a lot of fun splashing around in this sandbox and playing with different timelines and characterization and relationships -- there might as well be a space to chat properly about it?

the main caveat is that i've never created/run a discord server before and i am Very bad at consistently checking messages and dealing with responsibilities. aka i'd be a godawful mod. so everyone would need to be nice to each other.

(i'd set ground rules and different channels to have space for dark shit, lighter shit, and shitposting. so everyone can stick to their own personal comfort level. i'm just not equipped to deal with any Drama (TM) between people.)

i need to know if any of you guys would actually Want to do that tho. bc there's not much point to creating a server if it isn't useful.

if you guys just want to talk thru the notes on posts here, that's perfectly fine as well! i've been having a lot of fun and i have no qualms about continuing to spam my followers. i presume anyone who's really annoyed has either unfollowed or blacklisted the AU by now.

[padfootastic]

“don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with jilypad, maybe? :0

oh, yes, i love this!! thank u for the ask <3

x

The silence was thundering in the wake of James’ words.

Lily’s mortified gaze was fixed firmly on her feet as she replayed them in her mind.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Sirius.”

Lily should’ve laughed it off. James didn’t even mean it as an accusation, had said it casual-as-you-please like they were discussing the weather, or perhaps their upcoming Charms assignment.

Hell, she could’ve waved it off even if it was an accusation After all, Sirius Black was an exceptionally gorgeous human being and there wasn’t a human on Earth who could refute that. He attracted admirers like it was his job.

But no, she’d frozen. Her reaction the biggest indicator of guilt she could’ve given.

“James—“ she started, before realising she didn’t know what to say. There was an expression on James’ face she’d never seen before and it was scaring her a little.

“James, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t apologise, Lily,” he tried to say but she wasn’t listening. All she could focus on was the tremble in her boyfriend’s frame and her own horror that she’d driven him to—to tears.

“Sorry, James, I’m so—“

“Lily.” The sharpness in his voice brought her babbling to a sudden halt. Lily kept her mouth shut, but her mind was still racing. James doesn’t—he’s not crying, like she’d thought.

Instead, there was a smile slowly taking over his entire face. Baffled, Lily watched as he burst out in giggles, wondering if she’d entered an alternate dimension without realising it.

She’d just basically admitted she was crushing on his best friend and her boyfriend was…laughing?

“Li-Lily,” he said, hiccuping a little as this laughter tapers out. “Aren’t you wondering how I knew?”

She could only shake her head. That hadn’t even been close to the top five things she’d been worried about.

“I know how you look at Sirius because I look at him the same way.”

Oh.

x

“So, Pads.” Sirius stared suspiciously at his best mate trying to act nonchalant. He was, quite frankly, terrible at it. His fidgeting became even worse and he couldn’t maintain eye contact to save his life.

“Hm?”

“Lily and I were…talking.”

“Right.”

“And we…resolved a few things.”

“Which—involves me how?”

“Er, yeah, about that…,” James trailed off, chewing on the corner of his lip. Sirius kind of wanted to do the same. He quickly averted his gaze lest he actually acted on his desire.

“Come on, James, spit it out,” he prompted, when nothing else came forth.

James gulped, and this was really getting too weird. Sirius hadn’t seen him this nervous in a long time, not since…he’d been…trying…to ask Lily out.

That’s not—

He wouldn’t—

Nah, he mentally shook himself. Not Possible. Lily was standing right there, steadily biting down on her nails and staring between the two of them. It had to be something else.

“We were hoping you would give us a try?”

Sirius was ashamed to admit his mouth fell open at that. It was most undignified.

“Give…you…a try?” And his voice came out embarrassingly high pitched. Wonderful.

“What he’s trying to say,” Lily finally cut in, exasperation taking over the previous nervousness, “but is finding it hard to because you’re entirely too distracting for your own good, is that we really like you and were hoping you might like us too.”

Sirius’ eyes bounced between her and James, who had turned a delicious shade of red that didn’t stop him from nodding vigorously at his girlfriend’s words.

He gave it a second of thought, just enough to consider the possibility that this might be a prank before promptly discarding it in the trash where it belonged. Even if Lily wanted to pull something like this, he knew James would never go along with it.

So it was only with the slightest bit of hesitance, of fear, that he nodded, still looking between the two people he’d previously considered out of his reach.

An excited whoop reached his ears just as he got picked up and twirled by James, deposited right in front of Lily who raised on her toes to press the sweetest kiss to his lips. Almost immediately, James wrapped himself around him from behind as Lily pressed into his front.

Sirius was helpless to do anything except close his eyes, letting himself melt into the embrace.

Send me a hesitant love prompt for any ship!

[mongrelmeats]

the gummy is hitting enough I feel like trying to write. Beg that I succeed

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #255

Superman Smashes the Klan but there’s also Danny and it discusses xenophobia/ectophobia(?) from his angle as well.

[player1064]

ahdjfjfk guys i LOVE you and you should 100% keep the requests coming but as I have mentioned I Do have some essay deadlines coming up so will probably have to pause fic writing this week to work on them 😔😔😔 but please know I am not ignoring anyone I see all ur prompts I enjoy them I Am thinking about them constantly

[catboydogma]

I WOJLD LIKE TO WISH EVERYONE WHO HAS SENT ME ASKS A VERY I LIVE IN SHAME. <- reminder to self to clean out ask box in the morning

[gomzdrawfr]

Sometimes I really wanna reply a reblog ((looking at you @tabsters )) and then realize if I reblog the reblog people cant see the previous reblog statements(woah thats a lot of reblog in one sentence)

Anyways

I read all of them btw, and collect them like stickers and read them when Im down

I love you all

[luckyfiona]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”

                  ❝ ——  Oh. Hm. ❞

                                          ( Uh-oh. )

Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.

So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.

It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.

She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.

               ❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞ 

Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.

She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?

                ❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention?                        I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞

Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.

                ❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞ 

She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.

           ❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞ 

( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.

[hirokiyuu]

besk/instance 29 <:)

29. Before everything changed

"Don't be a spoilsport, Tan. It's good for morale--"

"I'm sorry," Instance cuts in, dragging her eyes away from the drunken raucous mess before them and already feeling her lip curl back, "but what did you just call me?"

"Tan," says Besk, utterly unrepentant with a little smile lingering on her face. Her eyes slide over and as her eyes meet Instance's, her grin widens, a pleased little curl that suits her face far too well for Instance's comfort. "The rest of us all have nicknames, why not you?"

Back on Earth, whenever Instance tilted her head back and sneered as she is now, everyone went running for the hills. Besk doesn't even flinch. "Nicknames are a ridiculous and childish practice that I want absolutely no part of."

"Come on, live a little."

Instance gives her another look to show Besk exactly what she thinks of that sentiment, but again Besk is unphased. Or--no, her smile does shift, just a little. Softer, a little less smug. "I mean it," says Besk, gently. "You shut yourself up in Engineering every single day, and when you come out for meals you've always got that scowl on your face. We only just barely managed to drag you out for Flulu's birthday party--"

Of all the fucking things in the galaxy; Instance snorts just hearing the words. Somehow that rallies Besk, who reaches out and touches a hand to Instance's elbow, and she's not smiling anymore but her face is still earnest. "I mean it," she repeats, and Instance is somehow deathly aware of the warmth of her hand pressed against her own arm. "What you're doing isn't healthy in the long-term, and we still have the better part of twenty years ahead of us. You cannot be pushing yourself so hard, or psychologically speaking you will not survive. And you, of all people, are someone we cannot afford to lose, Chief Engineer."

Against her will Instance is still, staring down at this girl before her. "Tan," says Besk, and her grip tightens minutely. "Instance, whatever you'd like me to call you. You have to be happy, if you're going to survive this. If all you do is work and work and work, you're going to drive yourself to an early grave, do you understand me? You are not the only person on this ship whose job it is to keep everyone alive."

Instance's tongue is glued to the top of her mouth as Besk stares up at her, bright and open and arresting. And it isn't as if she hasn't looked at Besk before, but up close like this the details all jump out: the faintest hint of freckles on her cheeks, the mole hiding nearly on her hairline, the way light bounces purple off her dark eyes. "It doesn't have to be much," says Besk. "Coffee with the Captain, sometimes. Or visiting hydroponics to see the plants. Anything at all. Whatever you want. Just as long as you aren't working yourself to death in your lab, alright?"

No one's ever, not once, told Instance to put her work down and relax, in a way that would ever make her do so. At least, not until now. "...Alright," says Instance, slowly. "I... do see your point."

And somehow, just that small concession is enough to put that awful smile back on Besk's face--the smaller one, still a little smug but warmer more than anything else. "Good," she says, and releases Instance. The space where her hand had been feels cold, a simple study in contrasts and thermal reactions that nevertheless Instance's mind finds itself lingering on. "And if I find out you haven't been leaving, I'll come drag you out myself."

...She really would, wouldn't she? Against her will Instance feels the corner of her mouth twitch. "Though of course," says Besk, "if you want to see me, you can just come find me yourself. My door is always open, after all."

"Maybe," Instance allows, grudgingly, and there's that cat-that-got-the-cream smile again spreading over Besk's face. "It would beat dealing with anything like that, at least."

She nods her head out at the spectacle before them, at Tirah and her latest boyfriend spinning each other around wildly, at Hal dozing by the refreshments with an empty glass in his hand, at Flulu and Rhett in the midst of some inane drinking contest, supervised by Eudicot, of all people. Ugh. She came out of her lab for this.

Besk only laughs. "If I'm being honest," she says, before nudging Instance with her elbow, "I did want to talk to you about all of that, but I wanted some space too." Instance raises an eyebrow; Besk smiles angelically back. "Two birds, one stone?"

This time when Instance feels the smile tug at her lips, she doesn't smother it fully, and in return Besk's smile shrinks into something a little more genuine before she resettles against the wall and returns to watching the party with Instance, so close their arms nearly touch.

It isn't the worst way to spend an evening, Instance thinks. She could do without the ruckus around them, but... it isn't unpleasant. Spending time with Besk.

[basiltonpitch]

making absolutely zero promises but GOD some of the lyrics from midnights make me wanna write more benvi fics

[milflewis]

fr tho i miss your valewis rants niamh

anon pls EYE miss my valewis rants. i’ve been so mia i’m sorry but i’m getting my shit together now (hopefully) and will be back to regular brainrotting soon

[mariahcarreyyy]

max making u wear a pendant with his initials/driver's number engraved around ur neck coz he likes to watch it swing when u ride him

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio ! nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

mariahcarreyyy's 2k celebration announcement post

"Where's the necklace?"

Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.

With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.

"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ah—bathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."

Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."

Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, just—"

A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.

You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?

Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouth—fuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.

"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.

Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."

And who were you to deny Max that?

The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."

You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.

Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, baby—ah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."

Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."

That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?

authors note. i havent written in so long pls forgive me everyone