#only mentioned in passing but just in case

[nineteenninety-six]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Across the Kitchen Table [2]

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Ex-Wife!Reader

AN: Still suffering from lack of inspo but this just came to me and I kinda like it. This is technically a 2nd part to ATKT but it's also not, it can be read alone. Also just try your hardest to ignore an inconsistancies lol

TW: medical inaccuracies, kids injuring themselves, divorced parents.

ACROSS THE KITCHEN TABLE

When the school couldn't get in contact with either you or Robby, they asked the paramedics to go to the one place they knew the both of you would be.

Unbeknownst to either of you, your daughter's school had been trying to call you both for the past thirty minutes. Gwendolyn had injured herself during gym class but with Robby in the midst of a critical case with Collins and you elbow deep in a surgery and so neither of you had access to your phone.

You remain blissfully unaware until a call comes into the OR. A nurse gratefully holds the phone up to your ear as you pause in your actions, your heart stopping as you listen to Perlah on the other end of the phone.

"Page Walsh, she needs to take over." You call out after Perlah hangs up, "My kid is downstairs."

Everyone knows what you mean by 'downstairs' and so they don't waste a second as they call for Walsh and prepare for a switch.

Your mind was racing with guesses of what rendered your daughter in the emergency room. It could be something as simple as a sprained ankle... or something else, something worse but you were determined not to think about it. You didn't want to needlessly worry yourself but the worried mother in you was rearing its head.

Once Walsh was scrubbed in and was caught up, you were quick to leave the OR. You had just about exchanged your scrubs before you were hurrying down the hallway to the stairs, tightening the drawstrings on your trousers as you sped downstairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

You don't even stop once you reach the emergency department. Perlah calls out the room number as you pass the nurses station and you nod in thanks as you make your way to the room.

Robby was already there no doubt. The ED was his department, his home away from home and you knew he'd be by Gwen's side the moment she arrived. Meanwhile, it had taken you almost forty-five minutes to get out of surgery, clean and downstairs. You could only hope the silence from the ED meant it wasn't a serious emergency.

Habit leads you to knock on the door before you step in and the sight that greets you makes you pause in your steps.

Robby was on the hospital bed, shoes kicked off as he relaxed back, half asleep as his shift catches up with him. Gwen is cuddled up with him, one of her ankles propped up by a series of pillows. They're talking to each other in low murmurs, Robby trying to make Gwen laugh to cheer her up.

Despite being divorced for a year and a half, it wasn't weird or awkward to see Robby as you saw him multiple times a week. Not only did you work at the same hospital, you also met every Sunday evening to pick up/drop off the kids, not to mention to the children's sports practices that happened multiple times a week that you both attended. The only difference is that you don't live together anymore.

"Mom!" Gwen perks up at your arrival.

"Hey baby!" You coo as you approach her, you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her hair behind her ear, being careful not to dislodge the glitter-pink glasses that rested on her face. "How did you land up here sweetheart?"

"We were running in gym class and I tripped and fell," Gwen sniffles and you wipe her tears with a soft coo, "Then they took me here."

You give her ankle a glance before you turn your attention over to Robby, "Is it a sprain? Why haven't they wrapped it?"

Robby shifts from the bed, standing up before stretching his arms over his head with a soft groan, "Not sure, I think fracture. We're waiting for an x-ray."

"Still?" You pull back, ready to go storming around for answers and maybe cash in a few favours to push Gwen to the top of the waiting list.

Robby stops you in your tracks, "No you stay here, I'll go see what I can do."

You thank him and watch as he kisses Gwen on the cheek, promising her he'll be back soon before he departs from the room. You climb into the space on the bed that Robby had vacated, Gwen snuggling up to your side.

"Sorry mommy took so long honey, I was busy upstairs. I didn't have my phone." You tell your daughter.

"I know, daddy told me that you were helping someone." Gwen murmurs, "It's okay, you're here now."

Robby returns with two cups of coffee from the cafeteria, a muffin for Gwen and both your phones in his hands.

"Gwen is next in line," Robby tells you as he passes you a cup and your phone, "And I called your parents, they're gonna pick Carter up from school and bring him here."

You hated to admit it but you had completely forgotten about your son. The panic of hearing that your daughter was injured and in the ER, along with the frustration of her delayed care had all but consumed you.

"He'll be out in about an hour. We should be done by then…hopefully." Robby continues as he gives Gwen her muffin, smiling at the happy wiggle she did at the baked good.

You both watch as Gwen begins to eat her muffin, taking a small bite before she offers you both a bite, which you both reject, encouraging her to have it all for herself.

Robby stands next to you and opens his mouth but before any words could come out a knock sounds on the door as it opens, Dana poking her head around the door.

"Pulled a few strings and got the portable x-ray machine," Dana winks at you as she makes her way over to Gwen, a x-ray tech trailing behind her wheeling the machine in.

"Hi auntie Dana," Gwen greets the nurse.

"Hi sweetheart," Dana waves at the girl with a smile, "My friend here is just going to take a picture of your ankle so we can see what's wrong."

"Are you going to stay here?" Gwen turns her wide eyes over to you and Robby and you're both quick to answer her.

"We aren't going anywhere," Robby reassures her, "We'll be right here."

You nod along, "You'll be able to see us the whole time baby."

Gwen gives a brave nod to Dana, "Okay, I'm ready auntie Dana."

It takes mere minutes, the x-ray is completed and the tech is out of the door ten minutes later, promising to be back within the hour. Dana lingers for a while longer, catching up with you and Gwen and giving Robby an update on his critical patient from earlier.

With neither you or Robby allowed to be Gwen's doctor, it's assigned to Collins. Robby mutters about it, not because he thinks Collin's isn't good enough, he knows she's one of the best already but Gwen is his daughter and so he's particular about her care. His first choice would of course be him but you are a very close second.

Collins confirms Robby guess of a fracture to Gwen's ankle and Robby sticks by her side after the young girl reaches for him. 

You look down at your phone when it dings with a notification, it was your mom, telling you they had arrived at the hospital with Carter. Once you meet them outside, you invite them to join you in the hospital room but they refuse, not wanting to overwhelm Gwen, but promising they'll visit on the weekend once everything calms down. 

You carry Carter back to the hospital room, asking him about his day at school as he babbles in your ear in response. Carter waves to everyone as you walk through the hospital, calling out 'hello's' and 'byes' from his position on your hip.

The hospital was a common setting for the children, they were regular visitors since birth. When Gwen was born and you were on maternity leave, you often popped in to visit Robby after he returned to work from paternity leave. Carter didn't visit the ED until he was one year old, when lockdown was lifted and it was safe to do so but the sunshine boy made Robby's days in the hospital just that little better.

The memory of those days brings a smile to your face as you enter your daughters room. Carter's eyes land on Gwen first and burst into an excited grin, always happy to see his big sister but then his eyes catch on to Robby right beside Gwen and he is spoilt for choice, eyes flickering between his father and his sister unable to choose but once he spies the cast on Gwen's foot, his choice is made.

He wiggles out of your hold and darts over to Gwen as soon as his feet touch the ground, though he's not big enough to climb upon the bed by himself, so Robby lifts him up, settling him next to his big sister.

You noticed how Gwen still clung to Robby, perhaps because it was your week and she had spent more time with you than with him. You were pondering on whether to ask him if he wanted to take Gwen for his time a day early. You were working the weekend while Robby wasn't so he was going to collect them in the morning regardless.

You catch Robby’s gaze and point towards the corner of the room, suggesting you want to chat with him.

When he comes over, you ask, “Would you mind if she goes with you tonight? She seems a bit attached.”

“I was actually thinking of asking if I could take them tonight,” Robby says, agreeing with your suggestion. “I’ll take Carter too.”

“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.

Robby turns to the kids, “You’re going home with me tonight, how does that sound?”

Gwen peers over at you with a worried furrow on her face, "What about mommy?"

"Mommy will be fine. I'm working tomorrow so you'd be going to daddy's anyway remember?"

Gwen looks unconvinced. She loved both her parents equally and always wanted to split time equally, not liking when things got skewed even just a little bit.

You lift Carter from his position and take his seat, settling him on your lap as Robby sits on Gwen's other side, "Especially with your ankle sweetie, going back and forth might hurt you some more."

"Mommy come?" Carter asks, looking up at you.

Gwen brightens at the suggestion, "Yeah can mommy come to yours daddy? We can have a sleepover!"

You look over at Robby who's already looking at you. 

"It's up to daddy." 

Robby shrugs, "What hell…sure."

Gwens squeals in excitement and Carter copies her, clapping his hands as he cheers along with her. You and Robby exchanged amused looks over the heads of your children and it almost reminds you of your life together before the divorce and for a moment, you can't remember why you split up in the first place.

[transmasc-lesboy-ramblings]

Hey! Trans woman here, and I saw your post about recognizing the gender of trans men, which I agree very much with!

I do have a question about one point on that list, i.e. "validating the gender of trans men for the purpose of telling them that they have male privilege"

Are you referencing when people, mostly women, try to remind trans men that because they are men, that they occupy a place above women in the patriarchy, which is baked into our society?

Because if that were the case it would seem pretty silly to be men, and not recognize that that puts you above certain people in today's society, just like me being a woman puts me below certain people in today's society. Not recognizing that that is how it works today makes the whole system really resilient to change.

tw : mention of rape

Hello !!

My point was that while trans men are men,they do not have systemic privileges.

Trans manhood and cis manhood are treated differently by our society.The only group of men who truly have unconditional systemic privileges are white perisex monogender non-disabled cishet men. Trans men are still marginalized,even if they are men. They still face misogyny,work discrimination,discrimation in reproductive and in general medical care,etc.

Trans men can only have access to CONDITIONAL privileges,and that is also only if they pass and are stealth. But that's not the case for every trans men. There are many trans men who do not pass,who cannot pass or who just do not want to pass as men.Calling yourself a man and having he/him in your bio doesnt inherently suddenly give you privileges. They are not rewarded with privileges the moment they start calling themselves men and that they change their pronouns to he/him. And even passing trans men who are stealth can still be victim of things like reproductive care and general medical care discrimination.

There is even a specific form of discrimination for trans men,transandrophobia.Transandrophobia can take many forms,like how they are constantly threaten with corrective rape with the intention of detransitioning them and forcing them to become pregnant to pull them back into the closet. Or how they are more likely to be treated even worse than cis women in reproductive and general medical care systems,for exemple being refused into specific spaces of reproductive or general medical care because they are ''women's spaces only'',even they should absolutly be allowed access to these spaces.Or how their issues are constantly being down-played by people. Or how these same people are trying to seperate their identity into two parts : ''transgender'' and ''men'' to then trying to claim that trans men aren't oppressed for being men,only for being transgender (by experiencing transphobia) or/and because they were (usually) afab (by experiencing misogyny),instead of acknowledging how the three parts of their identity that is being transgender AND having a manhood that is not perceived as ''correct'' by society AND having (usually) been afab (and all the other potential aspects of their identity) work together (as in cannot be seperated because each parts of their identity have their own influence) to create a unique form of oppression. Or how how they are both infantilized (''poor little delusional women who were manipulated into cutting off healthy breast tissues'') and vilanized (''evil people trying to manipulate young girls into cutting off their breast tissues and who are a threat to women's safety if they dare to share spaces with them'').There are many more exemples of this,but it would take hours to list all of them. If you are more curious about it,I highly suggest you to look into the transandrophobia tag on Tumblr !

So,no. I do not think being a trans man inherently make someone ''above women'' in the patriarchal system. The patriarchal system do not like trans manhood. The patriarchal system do not reward trans manhood. The patriarchal system only see trans manhood as a threat to the status quo.The current system we live in only reward white perisex monogender non-disabled cisgender manhood. Trans men are affected by the patriarchy just as much as the rest.And no amount of going on Tumblr and telling every trans men on this app that they should ''start acknowledging their male privileges'' in the name of ''intersectionality'' (which ironically,not acknowledging the nuances on how trans men can be uniquely affected by the patriarchy and treating their experiences as a 1:1 copy of cis manhood is the complete opposite of what intersectionality stands for) can change it.

[insociometry]

i always felt like felix and hannie give of biggest pervert vibes. Like theyd get off on the thought of MC when its the most forbidden. if shes busy on a phone call or workirg or something and theucant physically bother her, so they're just .. all mopey and have to go jack off in their room but they secretly fantasize about interrupting whatever shes doing and fucking her anyways - theyd never do it (they respect her too much for that), its mostly just the thought of it that gets them off.

But then you mentioned who would get off on being ignored or not, and how lino and Innie would specifically try to get MC's attention and ... basically those two would make those fantasies come true (ironic really. Lino and I.N living Felix and Hannies dreams 😔)

(Referencing this!)

Stopppp this is so hot 🫠 I agree: they’re perverts!!! Especially because Han thinks of MC as this too-good-to-be-true literal angel of a girl, and Felix knows that MC thinks of him as her fairytale prince — how could they let her know what they think about??? Hannie fantasizing about dragging her down to earth and fucking her throat until she gags and ugly-cries, and Felix fantasizing about taking her and marking her and coming inside her over and over until she passes out — surely she would be horrified* (*she wouldn’t)!!!! No, they should keep this to themselves; it’s just them and their right hands for company…

Meanwhile Lino is torturing and teasing her until she begs for it and I.N just pulls out the baby-doll eyes — “Noona, you don’t want me? 🥺” while pushing his thumb into her mouth, his big hand on her waist, holding her down — strong and forceful as though in contrast to the pleading words. And it works! Unfair!!

(CNC and somnophilia ahead! Just assume it’s pre-negotiated! 🪦🕊️🛑)

Alsooooo, this fic DOES get into consensual non-consent elements, so — far into the future, when they know each other’s kinks and tells and limits, doesn’t Hannie just seem like a “just the tip” guy when MC is busy and he’s especially needy? “Baby I promise I’ll be quick; just a little, please, I need it; I need you; please, angel, please, please—”, clawing at her clothes, pushing her against the nearest surface with more force than usual, kissing her wet and messy — but it’s never just the tip, and her legs are shaking, and because he’s so so so needy they go a few rounds. But he’s her Sungie and he’s so good for her and he loves her so much, he’ll always get her off at least twice for every time he gets off 🥺 Isn’t that so good of him 🥺🥺 “No, no, baby, don’t pass out,” he’s whimpering, leaving finger-shaped bruises on your hips, kissing the tears from your eyes, come pooling on the floor, “Don’t pass out, don’t leave me— Just one more time; please angel, one more time, really, please—”

And Felix just looooves to hold you, and loves to be as close as possible — and isn’t cockwarming just a natural extension of that? It just makes sense; it’s just maximizing skin on skin! Of course he isn’t going to get in the way of your nap when you’re soooo sleepy, he knows you’ve been busy — he just wants to be included! It’s sweet, if you think about it 😊 But you’re so little; he needs to work you open on his fingers before he can fit — oh but don’t worry, he won’t make you come; that’s not what it’s about, right? Except being on edge extends into sleep, so even when you finally manage to drift off, you’re still aching for him: clenching, rocking back, mumbled moans falling from your lips. In that case, it’s only good of Felix to get you off, right? He’s just being an attentive boyfriend! It’s sweet, if you think about it 🤭 He’ll just rub your clit and grind into you until you come — or until you wake; whichever comes first. But Felix wouldn’t mind if you stayed sleeping; you do need the rest, after all! And he’s never going to complain about getting to come inside you until you’re full and sticky 🫶

[lacydaydream]

Mark Meachum headcannons

estelle yapping: this is kinda all over the place. bare with me, I wrote this at 6am after seeing an edit

cw: mdni. smut. smut language. mentions of ptsd. oral [f and m receiving]. mentions of death.

Mark has an externally strict routine because of his military background, sometimes he falls into lockstep.

he’s tried to get you to work out with him before- mainly to watch you try to contain yourself.

Mark was always a sweet n caring partner— holding doors, kissing your temple, sweet nothings whispered in early morning light.

when he first started getting headaches, he was scared it was late onset symptoms of ptsd.

He’d get headaches and try everything he could think of- even mcdonald’s fries and soda.

he’s a dr. pepper and coke guy

When he got the diagnosis, everything about him changed. he was living on borrowed time- and he needed to make the best of it.

Mark left his fiancé at the alter because of this!! he didn’t want her to marry someone n fall deeper in love with him when he’d be dead within a few years.

he gets imposter syndrome sometimes. working undercover is an externally stressful and traumatizing job.

undercover work is extremely lonely. so when he comes back from a job, he’s very touchy n feely. think arms around your waist, face buried into your neck while he tells you how much he misses you. “been s’long, baby.” he’d whisper, squeezing you tighter against him. “missed you.”

Mark is a freak !!

He loves a good bj. Got his hands threading through your hair, gentle touch as he ruts his hips into your mouth. he laughs when you gag around his dick, hand slipping from your hair to your cheek. “poor baby. thought you said y’could take cock.”

that man is a yapper. he talks you through it for sure! “doing s’well for me, sweetheart”, “look at ya”, “oh, sweetheart, I know”, “keep those pretty eyes open f’me”, “fuckin’ hell, sweetheart. so wet and needy. just gotta come, huh, sweet thing? I know, m’gonna take care of you.”

oooh he’s a little mean too. spanking. orgasm denial. pouting at you when you beg for a release, only for him to take his fingers away with a wicked grin. “shouldn’t have been teasin’ me, baby.”

he’s dominant !! “eyes on me”, “use that pretty voice”, “gotta ask first, sweetheart”, “don’t you fuckin’ look away”

MUNCH!!! he loves getting home from months on the job to lay you down, kiss up your shins, thighs, inner thighs, everywhere he can get his mouth on. He loves getting smothered by you. the man treats getting pussydrunk as a sport. he’s gentle at first and then when you let out a whine, that specific sound that flips a switch in his brain, he’s sucking on your clit hard. he doesn’t stop until your thighs are clenching around his head, crying and begging. but even then, he coos and tries to get another from you.

he’s loud. moaning, grunting, yapping. as long as his mouth is moving he’s happy !

loves spending time with you. even if he’s just there for a fuck. after he’s cleaned you up, his arms are around you and asking if you’re hungry or wanna watch something.

he watches crime dramas and chucks french fries at the tv when they get the facts wrong

he follows true crime podcasts. he checks in with the officers he knows working cases to offer extra help- just because he’s nosy.

Mark doesn’t care what you look like. skinny, curvy, chubby. he’s just happy to be there.

he is a physical touch kinda man. loves holding hands, arm around your waist, random little pats on your ass in passing.

estelle yaps some more: guys i’ve only seen the first episode because i fear the woman i’ll become without that man on my screen.

ANYWAY my requests are open!

[darkfictionjude]

i just wanted to say, nothing warrants people attacking the night market author ofc, but as someone who played the first book i feel like not liking the malcolm/milo situation isn’t “player feeling entitled to characters” and more of a “player being blindsided by a route”. i don’t mind polys, (hello chen, ortega and sidestep), but to romance milo by himself only to be told that, oh, if you want milo in the second book you also have to be in a poly with no knowledge beforehand of that. obviously ppl take their upset too far but i feel the majority have my view on it. and i didn’t play the second book

I feel like it’s impossible to know what the majority feel. Unless there’s a poll. We know what the vocal feel but that doesn’t always translate to majority

I’ve followed that IF since it first began and I was mainly romancing milo, was I taken aback when I found out about the poly? Sure but now I love it because it feels like it fits the three characters

The thing about that is that sure it sucks be blindsided but I feel that it’s hard to know how things will turn out as you’re writing a demo. I can’t really say the author is at fault for not knowing from the get-go would be this way cause I’ve changed up things with my outline that I had no idea should happen

But also, I wasn’t talking about the poly. In case you haven’t looked at what’s been going on know the author has been receiving a lot of hate about everything involving the romances in all the ROs not just the poly. So I don’t know why the poly was mentioned here? Cause I wasn’t referring to that at all

Ultimately, I don’t want to start a discussion on some other IF on this blog. I mentioned it in passing, I wasn’t trying to have a whole discussion because other IFs aren’t what this blog is mainly about. My main point was that if you can disagree with how something happens, but that you immediately become an entitled asshole if you’re rude about it. That’s all 👍

[ripoutmyinsides]

hii! i hope its okay to request, idk how to do it properly yet🥹

how about a will x reader story? it could be fluff, maybe something like living in his cabin, and its winter and cold, and something domestic and cute with his dogs and reader<3

(and maybe smut at the end...?👀👀👀 only if youre comfortable ofc)

ofc!!! This is so adorable!!

'permanent chill'

🖋️ Will Graham x fem!reader

🎞️ Hannibal (2013)

🗝️ 18+ MDNI, smut, munch!will graham, mentions of blood, will’s lowkey a begger but a man that yearns is a man who earns!

Wolftrapp was always way too cold for your liking.

No matter how high Will would turn up the heating to the point that he was comfortable paying the prices for (not very high, obviously) or however many layers of clothes or blankets you wore on a regular basis around his house, there was always a permanent chill in your bones that wouldn’t go away. Like tonight.

This case had been a particularly bad one for your boyfriend. None of them were ever particularly good, with him constantly struggling with his empathy disorder going awry during the examination of crime scenes, but this time felt different. The way he dragged himself through the door, shoulders slumped and head hung low, barely said hello to the dogs and flopped down wordlessly next to you on the sofa on top of the mountain of blankets you had stacked there, you could tell something was off.

“Bad one today?”, you asked softly, sitting up slightly, shutting your laptop and placing it down on the side table next to you.

“They just seem to get worse”, he sighed, turning to you slightly. Some parts of his face were stained red, and you assumed it was (but really hoped that it wasn’t) blood.

“Oh honey”, you cooed, standing up and moving so that you were opposite him, “let’s get you washed up, yeah? Then we can get some food in you and go to bed”.

Will took his hands in yours and let you help him upright. As soon as he was at the same level as you, he latched onto you like a koala, burying his face in your neck and mumbling something along the lines of “not hungry” and “missed you”, before squeezing you tighter.

You decided it was best to not argue with him, knowing he would insist even if the food was in front of his face and being hand fed to him. Instead, you tightened your grip on him momentarily before loosening it, and directed him to the kitchen sink where he could wash away the remnants of the day that stained his hands and face.

You watched carefully as he scrubbed his face and beard with the dish soap, not really caring as some of the foam splashed onto the floor, counter and kitchen cupboards. He dried his face with the same vigour and carelessly tossed the towel somewhere in the kitchen and once again latched onto you.

“M’kay you big baby, let’s get you to bed yeah?”, you chuckled, and led him to his bedroom. You carefully peeled each layer of clothing off of his aching body, seeing the stress of the day physically come off as each item was removed, and left him in his boxers before he grabbed a fresh t-shirt.

He flopped onto the bed as you copied his actions, taking off your clothes until you were left just in your underwear and grabbed one of his jumpers from his wardrobe, before following suit and ending up right next to him in the bed. Under the covers, Will huddled up next to you, one arm under your back and the other resting across your stomach, with his thumb stroking your hip bone.

The quietness was peaceful. Your hands passed through his hair, pulling apart any tangled locks that your fingers came across. The soft breathing of Will next to you and the methodical movement of his thumb along your hip and stomach was almost enough to lull you to sleep, until a few soft, barely-there kisses were pressed against the side of your neck.

“Will-”, you moaned softly, as his thumb dipped under the band of your underwear and the kisses moved up your neck, across your jaw and up to your lips where his mouth met yours. His kisses were soft and slow, but you could feel a small amount of desperation in them that he was trying to hold back as the movements of his thumb changed to his fingers and they moved closer towards your pussy.

“Please, let me- I need this. I need you. Please”, he mumbled breathlessly as he pulled away from your mouth, your eyes meeting that sad puppy dog look he always gave that you could never say no to.

“M’kay baby, take what you need, I got you”, you replied, and he wasted absolutely no time in moving his hands to shove his jumper further up your torso, allowing you to sit up slightly to let him pull it over your head and toss it carelessly across his bedroom.

“God, you’re so beautiful- how did I get so lucky?”, he murmured, almost as if to himself, as he planted wet kisses along your collarbone and moved further down to your covered nipples. He took one in his mouth, not even bothering to move your bra aside and alternated between sucking, biting and then licking as his hand moved to grasp the other under your bra. He grasped and pinched with the same fervour as his mouth, and the double stimulation had you feeling the crotch of your underwear clinging to you the wetter you got.

“Will-, oh fuck-, please. Plea- please touch me, god”, you babbled, already unable to form a coherent sentence, but he got the jist.

He pulled away from your chest, leaving a darkened wet spot over one side of your bra where his mouth had just been, and looked up at you, eyes full of lust and longing, before trailing down your stomach with hot, wet kisses until he reached the bottom of your stomach where your underwear sat, and looked up once more with a questioning look on his face. You nodded quickly and tilted your hips up, allowing him to slide them down your thighs and past your ankles, where they were tossed away, joining the jumper he’d thrown in that vicinity before.

Your legs spread almost instinctively as Will repositioned himself, hovering over you and taking in your blissed out form. Legs spread, arms slightly contorted in positions he didn’t believe were possible and your chest heaving up and down in short breaths, not just from horniness but from the cold passing over your half-naked body as you waited longingly for your boyfriend's warm touch.

“All of this, just for me, baby?”, Will drawled teasingly. A singular finger trailed upwards towards your clit, collecting your wetness and spreading it around in slow, teasing circles. A whimper left your mouth as you tried your best to form a full sentence in your brain before you spoke.

“Mmph- yes, all f’you. God, please Will”. Not a full sentence, but you were too hyper focused on your boyfriend's thick fingers slowly teasing you and your entrance to really care.

One of the first things you figured out about Will, sexually, is that he is a god at eating pussy. He will eat it like it’s his last meal on Earth and he will do it every single time without fail, and today was no exception. A smile grew on his face before he leant down, large hands anchoring your hips to the bed as he darted his tongue up and down, drinking up your juices as if they were his lifeline and he was on the verge of death. Your hands flew into the slight curls atop his head, pulling as his tongue circled your clit, gripping as he allowed his teeth to slightly graze it in the spot that blurred your vision, and pushing his head down to allow him to push his tongue into your still leaking entrance.

Even after being with you for so short of a time, Will knew the tell-tale signs that you were about to cum, and what you needed to push you over the edge into pure ecstasy and bliss. Your grip on his hair grew stronger as your hips rocked, grinding on his face, and with a swift movement, two thick fingers entered you, curling up and up further until he felt the spongy spot inside of you and rubbed it tauntingly, all while never stopping the ministrations on your clit.

“Holy shit- fuck- oh my god, I’m gonna cum”. Your words came out in short breaths, and no response came verbally, just more pressure from Will’s fingers inside of you and his tongue speeding up.

“Will oh my f- shit I’m cumming- oh god I love you, I love you, I lov-”

Your orgasm crashed over you hard and fast, making you scream, with stars lining the edge of your vision, thighs clamping tightly around his head and walls clenching around his fingers. A low, guttural groan came from between your legs as Will’s tongue slowed and his fingers pulled out of you slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you too far. Without noticing, however, he’d been rutting his hips against the bed while coaxing you through your orgasm, and the groan that left his mouth while you came was from him cumming on his own.

“Did you-”, you began, taking a glance at the large wet patch on his boxers before he climbed back into bed with you and pulled the covers over the both of you, planting a large kiss on your lips to stop you from talking.

“Yes, best orgasm of my life. I love making you feel good”, he chuckled against your lips, placing another kiss against your hair and cuddling right back up next to you and hugging you tightly as if not only moments ago he had you seeing stars as he devoured between your legs. You hummed lightly in amusement and bliss as you got yourself comfortable, letting your head rest on his shoulder and breathing the woody, smoky and slightly sweaty scent from his neck.

Once again, it was peacefully quiet. His hands ran over the top of your head, moving in methodical circles as if giving you a massage, and your post-orgasmic haze meant you were drifting off quicker than usual. Just before the point of complete unawareness and darkness, Will whispered one final “I love you more”. The first time he had said it.

And suddenly, being in Wolftrapp in your boyfriend’s baltic cabin didn’t leave a permanent chill in your bones anymore. Everything was warm.

[confusionism]

One corner of his lips curls up as he lets out a short exhale. “Kinda far from East High, though, don’t you think?” Not just from the severe lack of reds all over the facility, but the fact that they’re plenty of miles away from Utah. He doesn’t know how to feel about the way he knows a silly thing like that. Or that the cheesy, ceiling-to-floor banners of the players aren’t only a thing of movie magic.

There is, however, actually something special about walking through the entrance for the first time. Aiden can see it clearly in his guests’ eyes. Especially Anna’s dad. Francesco Ricci, decked out in head-to-toe blue gear, looks like the latest recipient of a Make a Wish package. That’s the look right there, Aiden thinks. He had been no exception to the rule many moons ago, on his very first official day as an assistant manager. The ink on his contract was fresh, still wet, and he knew that his mind would never be able to make full sense of the wonder in the road ahead.

Looking back on it all now, watching and listening as Anna makes a point to emphasize the team’s runs since his arrival, he still stands firm with that amazement.

Aiden nods back. “We’re making history.” Extra emphasis on ‘we’ as he tilts his chin toward the newest addition to the collection of colors: a single photo taken from the celebratory dinner at the end of the last season. Fresh off their second year in a row win, the guys stand proudly alongside other staff members and team associates alike. And wouldn’t you know it? Aiden and Anna are right at the center, beside one another.

Next time — maybe in a few weeks, if all goes according to plan — he’ll make it look like they’re actually celebrating the team’s success together.

First comes the hard work. Spending time with the Riccis has been more than just ‘nice,’ but chatting them up can only get the team so far, and with every passing minute, he crosses off more and more names on his mental roster, one for each voice he can hear echoing from the other side of the hall. One in particular, as loud and obnoxious as ever, has him nodding back.

“Good call. I heard the weather’s gonna bite today—” unusually warm for this time of the year, “—but you’ll be a lot more comfortable up there.” Not to mention farther away from a certain player’s antics. Aiden fishes out his office keys and hands them over. “Case it gets too hot,” he explains, and it’s with a squeeze on the back of her hand that he means it’s an escape in any context. He seals it with another little kiss on Anna’s cheek. Then, an easy smile toward her parents. “See y’all on the pitch.”

If one observed close enough, they’d see the little pops to Aiden’s steps. Anticipation? Something like that— an eagerness to burn the energy in his tank, the eagerness for the game, and the chance to work out the kinks in the team’s strategy. The press has often called Chelsea a ‘well-oiled machine,’ yet it’s no secret that the recent weeks have brought somewhat of a wrench between the cogs.

It needn’t be named; it is making a scene the minute Aiden strides into the locker room.

“Yo, coach. Is it true? What do you mean I’m not on the list for MVP?”

Aiden sighs and rolls his eyes, all in one go. He manages to usher everyone out the doors in good time, but there’s no mistaking that the atmosphere is still charged by the time he and his would-be ‘star player’ hit the green. It’s the type of sight that would catch anyone’s attention sharply, especially if there were mics hooked up to all involved.

It's telling that Anna doesn't flinch, nor does she fill the car with nonsensical conversation during the drive. Perfectly happy to focus, offer a small laugh or two, and even a quick "Ramon is the next big thing on the pitch and on the fashion scene." at a red light. Because that's just what Aiden does, and who he is; he fits with the Ricci's. Capturing minds and hearts with his practicality and spirit, that she's sure she catches her dad mouth a 'he's lovely' when their eyes catch in the rearview.

Least she can do is keep them moving, without one hiccup beyond a too-hard pull at the parking brake. Proudly smiling at Aiden Fitzgerald, Manager on the plaque at his designated parking spot. It's not the prestige of a private spot that gets her (if it was, she'd be marveling at Leo's audacity to negotiate the top spot for his red Ferrari). But the pride of being where he is, achieving what he has.

"You guys are in for the full, Chelsea experience now. Also, this place is spotless--" A pointed look at her mom, who couldn't believe that Aiden's pristine kitchen rivaled her own. Glancing back at Aiden, she hums; "Only if you need to head in, babe." No strings attached, while Anna begins leading the foursome to the entrance.

"Getcha head in the game, and all that High School Musical stuff." Not discounting the focus it takes, rather giving it some pep. Besides, she could totally see a viral TikTok with the team doing a High School Musical cover.

Note to self - text the PR head.

Regardless, she gets them started. First, in the grand and not-so-hallowed halls of the recently renovated, Chelsea lobby. Taking great care to show off the pictures of the cups, and a few of Aiden in the early years of his career. Anna squeezes his hand extra tight, to say she's proud. She's just about to bound towards the training facility, when she stops.

First thing she sees is Ramon, mid-selfie in a green tracksuit she helped pick out. A couple of the guys are circling around the water jug, waiting to fill up their bottles. Bailey a few steps behind, cell phone to his ear, with the goofy smile that says he's on the horn with his Mrs. She almost prances over, until she hears Leo's voice booming from the locker room.

"Um," and critics say she couldn't act. For all her nerves, she casts a quick look at Aiden. They needed to handle this strategically, too. Because the Ricci's may know about Leo's infamous and controversial move to Chelsea, but seeing him in the flesh? He may be able to take her dad, but Mama Ricci is a proper Italian badass. "We should, um... Head up? Watch the practice from up top?" So long as she can squirrel her parents away, before the hurricane that is Chelsea's worst player comes around.

[fake-ascension]

man. with the new trailer & leaks im thinking abt yueshi (oc) & his arranged marriage (with eventual relationships w df & yx) again

the point of the arranged marriage is because yueshi, throughout her various lives, is a vidyadhara record keeper and works closely with each high elder to record & help interpret their fragmented memories/dreams of the previous high elder(s)

but yueshi, in this life, is super resentful about the whole situation since he ALMOST very little to no agency as the high elder. forced to keep living for the same purpose through various lives. she hates it and wants out.

and like. with dan feng trying to create a new high elder succession line, also wanting to break free from his never ending duties. yueshi also gets roped into this because he also craves freedom and wants to be with yingxing & dan feng on her own terms and things go so terribly wrong.

yueshi ending up in a similar situation as blade where he cannot self reincarnate and is also forced to live with the consequences of df's actions for much longer than normal vidyadhara live for. I imagine that she will also be susceptible to mara but is forced to stay on the luofu to aid the preceptors in preparing bailu for her role as the next high elder. i also think it would be neat for yueshi to keep the influence of the mara at bay by meditating for like 5-10 years at a time periodically

[sugaredoleander]

i say this with love. house fanfic writers, if you ever want me to beta something for medical accuracy, i'll fucking do it no questions asked

[nenoname]

i do love how when the kids and a bunch of rich folks are about to be killed by a ghost, at the same time stan's about to rob a shit ton of nuclear waste

[snuggles-and-struggles]

Still trying to be more active here, so here's another years old fic/au idea

It's a mv shared-surface story, except when swap and fell's barriers are broken at the same time, something exceptionally odd happens. All monsters who have an equivalent alternate get fuzed with them. This, of course, means Stretch and Edge wind up trapped in one body together.

I'm pretty sure in the initial idea they'd already met due to Machine Shenanigans and didn't exactly get along, so aside from all the more general reasons anyone would be unhappy about the situation, they're especially put out.

Monsters agree to stay in their merged underground until the scientists can figure something out to get them all separated again. But in the meantime, all they can really do otherwise is wait.

So the main plot of the fic is essentially just Stretch and Edge (and their friends n brothers) learning how to manage this. Tensions skyrocket almost immediately due to the drastically different lifestyles between the universes, but as everyone learns to adapt, things (mostly) smooth over.

It was a lot of fun to think about what their shared body would be like, what traits and struggles they'd have, how they'd adapt. It was also very sweet once they do start to communicate more and find their stride.

I never got as far as an ending but presumably they get un-fuzed and finally join whoever else is already on the surface, and of course Edge and Stretch wind up together. Considered there being Cherryberry too, but I run so hot and cold with that pairing I never fully committed lol

[aobawilliams]

Watched film Red recently and anyway AU where after abandonning Uta in Elegia, Uta manages to convince Gordon that 'hey living on a island where everyone is dead is not the best place to raise a kid' and due to a convoluted plot that can only be made by an actual child, they move to Dawn Island.

Anyway this'd be after Shanks last visit there but before Garp moves Luffy to the forest so Luffy is like :D Uta you're not dead (because him and the village totally assumed "she's in a better place to learn to become a musician" meant she died, yeah.)

They probably get into a fight over the fact Uta now hates Pirates and especially Shanks (and refuses to admit she feels jealous and mad over the fact Shanks left Luffy his hat and a dream, when he didn't even say goodbye to her), soon after Luffy is sent to the Bandits, and Gordon finds a job as a music teacher in High Town.

Time passes and Uta forgives Luffy even if she still hates pirates, they probably met a few times but she doesn't truly reconcile with him for a while (maybe after Sabo's "death"?). Ace and Uta hates each other at first but find an agreement in the mutual hatred of their father for choosing piracy over their kids.

When he set sails, Luffy invites her to join his crew. She refuses.

Gordon and her are pretty popular in High Town as music teacher/musicians, despite being outsider. Being from Elegia does bring some prestige, even if the island doesn't exist anymore. They're not part of high society but the nobles being able to invite them as musician for a party is seen as a sign of idk being rich or something.

I guess she still becomes the one piece equivalent of a youtuber but instead of planning to change the world and destroy piracy or something, she ends up somehow joining the Revolution Army. Not so much as an active member, but maybe more the kind that goes around everywhere and brings information and contacts. (I don't have the details in mind though - anyway she does meet Sabo there, but since he doesn't recognise her she just assumes he decided to abandon Luffy and Ace. She never finds out about the whole Amnesia thing - or if she does it's after he gets his memories back. Her abandonment issues are off the charts.)

[gogglebeast]

Julian Resso used to have a guitar.

He was playing it when his father broke it, a song he'd just started learning, but had the rhythm down. Storming in and snapping the neck of it, saying nothing to his objections, but telling him he would never amount to anything nevertheless. Didn't you want to be a scientist? Then what's with the damn guitar. You're not cut out for either.

He never fixed it, couldn't bear it.

Hasn't played since.

Years have passed since then. He's proved the old man wrong, in every line, every chemical formula. And.. in other ways, too.

He has a new guitar, shiny and fresh. The most thoughtful thing anyone's done; there have been a lot of those. New chance, new start. Never thought he'd pick up another one, but here he is, through no choice of his own. Nosy bastard. But the lines of the frets remind him- guitars can only differ so much- and he has old, unfinished business.

And, when he has a quiet moment to himself, after the confusion and the thank you, after wondering how in the hell the other had put the pieces together and found out, he picks her up and begins to play.

It's been years, but he's pretty sure this is the note he left off on; he wouldn't forget.

One finished song, before the start of many others.

[ellivcca]

fucked up in the crib watching Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (Obscure Korean Port)

[arcticmist0324]

One thing that is difficult about writing historical fiction is when you’ve set your story up in the same time frame as major historical events, which you KNOW would be on your characters’ radar yet they don’t impact the plot. What is too much? What is too little?

[coloursofaparadox]

okay adhd story time. i just fucking went to the auto insurance broker because it turns out that when I got new plates on my car months ago, I only changed out the back one?? and just?? FORGOT that there were two plates on the car that needed changing. so I realized last night that my front plate was different than my back plate and spent a good hour looking through all my insurance documents and house to see where the hell I could've left the second plate if it wasn't on my car???

i gave up. resigned myself to paying the fee to just get new plates. got to the broker today, brought in the remaining plate, and told them that i lost one of the set. absolutely did not try to explain how or why because it would make me sound absolutely bonkers. we're sitting there chatting as the supervisor comes over to help out, etc etc, it's taking a bit longer than I thought so I start fiddling (adhd) with the plate sitting on the counter in front of me. do a double take. dawning horror sets in as I look, very closely, at the thin outline of a ridge around the outside of the plate that's been on my car the last few months. stuck my thumbnail into the ridge and pried it open, popping out the second plate i was reporting lost onto the counter in front of us.

apparently, when I was replacing the plates the last time, I'd just screwed both plates stuck together onto the car. since there was no second plate in front of me to do anything with, my brain marked the task done and moved on. the people at the insurance desk were very nice about it, if obviously confused, as they cancelled the whole transaction. i apologized profusely and put both plates back on the car and now i need to go lie down for a while.