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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Third Party

Fandom: The Pitt - Undeserving Universe

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader

As requested by @ahopelessromanticwritersworld : I would love every word of the pregnancy journey with Jack being there for her every single step of the way!!!!!

Warning: brief description of labor

Undeserving | Star A New (Final) | The Pitt Masterlist

You were fast tracked into the ER when Cassie saw you in the waiting room. Jack came out and collected you himself when Cassie told him you were out there.

He pulled you into a room, shutting the door behind him, "What's going on? Why didn't you call me?" concern and worry was written all over his face.

You point at him, "That's why. You always look at me like that and I hate it. Like I'm gonna break or something."

Jack sighs and runs a hand down his face, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be...overbearing. I promised I'd look out for you. So what's going on?"

You shrug, "I've just been feeling sick and nauseous for the past few days. Can't keep a meal down. Keep throwing up. Think it's a stomach bug."

"Maybe, but, um" he clears his throat, "...don't get upset when I ask this...when was your last period?"

You freeze and try to think back if you've had your period this month, "Fuck."

Jack holds his hands out, "Hey, don't worry. It's okay. I'm gonna send you up stairs to the OB/GYN. They'll take care of you."

Panic and anxiety settles in you and you look at Jack with wide eyes, "What if-What if I am-Jack, I don't know how I'm gonna do this-"

He pulls you into his arms and holds you against his chest, "Ssshh. Ssshh. It's okay. I got you. I got you."

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You sat in a room in the OBGYN department. Your leg is bouncing and Jack is pacing the room.

Doctor Carmichael enters the room, "Congratulations. You're indeed pregnant."

You break out into a sob and Jack immediately rushes to your side. He gives Doctor Carmichael a nod, "Thanks, Lucy."

She nods, "Of course. Let me know if there's anything else I can do." She sees herself out, giving you and Jack some space.

You pull away, eyes red and watery, "What am I going to do?"

"Do you want to keep it?"

You nod, "I do. This baby is part Andrew. I can't-I won't lose more of him...but I don't know how to be a parent. Let alone a single one. I'll be alone."

Jack shakes his head, "No, you won't. You have me, remember? I'll be there. Every appointment, when your sickness is bad, even if you get weird late night cravings. I'll be there. I'm not letting you deal with this alone, Y/N."

You sob into his chest even more, "Thank you, Jack. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You're going to be okay."

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You break down when you see them and hear the heartbeat. Your little blob of a baby on the screen. Seeing them now, it's become more real. You're pregnant. You're going to be a mom and...Andrew won't be there for them.

You stay at Jack's that night, staring at the picture.

He knocks on the threshold of his guest room, "Hey, food's done."

You sniffle and wipe at your nose and eyes, "I'll eat in a bit."

You hear him sigh and enter the room. He sits beside you on the bed, "You need to make sure you eat and drink lots of water. You gotta stay healthy for your baby."

"i know," you mumble and look at him, "What's for dinner? Chicken alfredo." He stands and offers his hand out to you. You take it with a stand and let him guide you to the dining room.

The table's already set, so all you have to do is sit down. Jack pulls out the chair for you and pushes it back in when you lower yourself. He sits across from you and waits as you take your first bite.

You softly smile at him, "It's good."

He nods in appreciation, "Good," and simply replies before digging into his own plate.

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You're laying on the bed with gel spread all over your stomach. Jack is sitting at your side, his back is straight and hands on his thighs. His demeanor is intimidating but his presence brings you comfort.

"Heartbeat is still strong and...you want to know the sex, correct?"

"Yes, please," you say with a nod.

Dr. Carmichael smiles, "A baby girl."

You break out into a smile, "A girl?"

"Yup. A girl. Would you like print outs?"

"Please."

"Alright. Let me clean you up here," she takes a towel and wipes off the gel and the ultrasound wand, "Okay. I'll get you those prints and then we'll schedule your next appointment."

"Thank you, Doctor," you grin at her and sit up when she exits the room.

You gently rub your belly, "A girl. Andrew wanted a girl."

"Did you guys ever go over names?" he stands and holds out his hand, helping you off the bed.

"He really liked the name Evelyn, mostly because the nickname Evie, was like the pokemon."

Jack snorts, "God, he was such a nerd."

You chuckle sadly, "Yeah, he was." You hug your stomach and a solemn look appears on your face.

"He'd be overjoyed that you're having a girl. He always seemed like he'd be a girl dad."

"Yeah. He said it was because he grew up with brothers."

Jack opens his mouth to reply but Dr. Carmichael steps back in, "Here you go. I printed out three copies for you." She hands you the papers and you smile at them, "Thank you." You take one of the pictures and hand them to Jack, "For your collection."

"Thanks," he replies with a twitch of a smile. He tunes you and Dr. Carmichael out as you schedule your next appointment with her.

His fingers graze over the ultrasound and he makes a silent promise, 'I got them, Drew. Don't worry. I got them.'

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Jack is working when you go into labor. You managed to drive yourself to the hospital and get to the OBGYN floor.

"Get Jack! Please! He's working downstairs!" You grit through the pain of another contraction. Dr. Myers, the OB doctor on your case, nods and sends down a nurse to get Jack.

"Doctor Abbot!" The nurse runs up to him, "Your wife's in labor!"

Jack doesn't even bother to correct her before he's throwing off his gloves and rushing out of the ER.

When he arrives, you're already pushing. He speeds to your side, your hand gripping his.

"You got this, Y/N. You got this."

You shake your head with a cry, "I can't. I can't."

"Yes, you can. You hear me? You can do this! You're gonna be a great mom, okay? First, you gotta push, okay?"

You groan in pain as you push as much as you can. You breathe and you push. Breathe and push. Again and again until you hear your little girl give out her first cry.

You collapse into the bed, a sheen of sweat on your face. You tiredly peer up at Jack and he's a little teary eyed, "She's beautiful."

The nurses clean her up before handing her to you. Wrapped in a pink blanket, you're given your daughter.

"Oh my...hey, sweetheart. I'm your mommy," you press a kiss to her little head, "My sweet, Evelyn."

You look up at Jack again, his eyes red and watery, "You did good, Y/N."

You grab a hold of his hand, "Thank you, Jack."

He sniffles and wipes his eyes, "I'll give you two some space."

Your brows furrow, "You're leaving?"

"I'll be back. I left so abruptly. Need to let everyone downstairs know that my niece arrived."

You nod, "Okay. Tell everyone I said 'hi'."

Jack takes one more look at you and Evelyn then exits the room to head back to the pitt.

[ukytluvrs]

hiii i know you said i didn’t need to send u a request but i couldn’t help myself- thoughts on dixon!reader/chris’s sister!reader x george??

where they meet for the first time at chris’s birthday party and it’s a love at first sight kind of thing but also sort of forbidden love cause she’s related to chris…

OFF LIMITS - G.CLARKE

George clarke x dixion!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, smut (if you squint)

SUMMARY: Chris' sister is back in town for his birthday, in where she meets George Clarke for the first time.

AUTHORS NOTE: is this too niche?? never written anything 'smutty' before so I hope this is okay! thank you for requesting, sorry it took so long <3

my requests are open.

CHRIS' FLAT WAS ALREADY PACKED by the time she got there, squeezing through the crowd of people, she scouted her brother amongst them.

"You're here, finally!" Chris grinned, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late - the train ran late." She shouted over the music.

Nodding understandingly, he gently pushes her towards the kitchen, "Go on, get yourself a drink."

She makes her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a drink, when she hears someone's voice from behind her.

"youre Chris' sister, right?"

She turned around. The guy was taller than expected, with messy curls, and that familiar face from Chris' videos. George Clarke. She nodded slowly, caught off guard by how attractive he looked in real life.

"That obvious?"

He shrugged, grinning. "You look alike - you have the same judging face as he does."

She snorts, "That's true, actually"

"I'm George," he introduces, offering his hand.

"I know," she replies quickly.

"Oh?" his grin widened. "Fan?"

She raised her brow, a smirk tugging on her lips "You wish."

He laughed, "fair."

There was a pause, not awkward, just heavy with something else. Intrest? curiosity?

For the rest of the night, the two kept glancing at each other, unable to keep their eyes away and ignore the tension simmering between them.

It wasn't planned. She hadn't meant to follow him into his room, but here they were, his hands in her hair, her mouth on his. It was messy. fast. real. For a second, nothing else existed. just them, not Chris down the hall, not the music or the fact that George was passionately making out with Chris' sister. It was just them.

And it carried on that way for many months, with her frequent visits to "see Chris", but both of them knew it wasn't that (sorry Chris xoxo). There was always an excuse. She'd show up under the guise of catching up, maybe even pretend she was just in the area. And Chris? he never questioned it. I mean, why would he? She was his sister, after all; in fact, Chris liked that he got to see more of her lately. George played along effortlessly, but behind closed doors, it was different. There were quiet glances across the room, brushed hands in hallways, and stolen kisses when no one was looking. Late nights in his room with the door shut, Chris across the hall, oblivious to the fact that George was pressed against her like he couldn't bear to be apart. Some nights, it was innocent. Just talking until the morning sun shone through his bedroom windows, laughing quietly into each other. It never stayed innocent for long, though.

He'd pull her in, his hands slipping under the hem of his her hoodie like it belonged there. lips on her neck, breath hot against her skin, as his other hand made its way to between her thighs.

Sometimes, when her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth moved against hers like he was trying to memorise every inch of her, he'd pause, just for a second and whisper her name like it was something sacred.

It was messy. addictive. and getting much harder to hide. Because no matter how careful they were, someone was bound to notice. And what were they to do then?

Anyone want a part 2?

[andy-15-07]

Could you do Joaquin Torres x f!reader

You went to gala in White House as secret agent. You walks around that lots of people and acquaintances came. Your dress is so nice in one off shoulder black dress. You walk over as you bump to someone, you’re gonna apologies. He hold your waist to be careful to fall. You two look each other in thirty second. You stand as he may introduced himself so do you. You two seem to have great chemistry. Having great time but Joaquin wanna have a slow dance with you. He just wants to see you again. You literally having good time with him. Sam came to Joaquin that he met someone so wonderful

(Hope you will write it, thanks and have a good day)

The Spy and the Pilot

PAIRING: Joaquin Torres x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1948 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

You step from the motorcade onto the polished marble of the North Portico, heart thundering beneath the sleek lines of your one-shoulder black gown. It’s your first assignment of the evening: infiltrate the White House gala, gather intel on a shadowy arms dealer rumored to be attending, and,if necessity dictates,neutralize any threats. All under the cover of a glittering soiree, where diamond tiaras and tuxedos swirl like constellations of power and privilege.

Yet, as a consummate agent, you’ve donned your cover flawlessly. The inky satin of your dress clings to you like a second skin; discreet heels add inches to your height without compromising your foothold. A delicate bracelet hides a slimline comm device; the clutch at your side conceals microgram explosives. As you sweep past a pair of Secret Service agents, they nod curtly,unaware they’re letting in not just a guest, but an operative.

Inside, the East Room is awash in soft amber light. Crystal chandeliers dangle overhead, each prism scattering rainbows across polished mahogany and white-marble columns. Guests murmur in clusters, flute glasses catching the glow. You lift one to your lips, allowing yourself a sip of champagne, scanning for the target. Your eyes flick from senator to tech magnate, from foreign dignitary to socialite, all while your heels click decisively, elegant but purposeful.

Yet before you can triangulate your mark, a ripple of movement catches your eye. A man in a tailored charcoal suit sidesteps toward the bar, his dark hair falling in unruly waves over a thoughtful brow. A pair of deep-set brown eyes flick up to meet yours. Your breath catches,shoot, not now.

You pivot on a heel to give way to a cluster of debutantes in ivory gowns. But in that split second, you misjudge the clearance, and your elbow collides with someone’s shoulder. Glasses tinkle. A collective gasp and you spin to apologize, ready with a smile as practiced as any spy craft.

“Excuse me,I’m so sorry,” you murmur, voice calm.

“Careful,” a warm voice says, low and amused. You look up to find the man in charcoal bending to steady you by the waist, his hand firm against your hip. The heat of his palm radiates through the satin of your dress. Time pauses.

His eyes are curious, amused, perhaps concerned. You realize too late that your legs had nearly given out; without his steadying hand, you would’ve stumbled into the crowd.

“I…thank you.” You let your hand linger on his wrist for a heartbeat before releasing it. “I should watch where I’m going.”

He straightens, sliding his hand off as though aware of propriety. “Only if you intend to keep that dress flawless tonight,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice.

All at once you recognize him: Joaquin Torres, decorated Air Force pilot-turned-Avenger liaison. You’ve heard about him,his unwavering resolve, his fierce loyalty, his quick wit. But you’ve never met him in person. Let alone had him catch you mid-stumble.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a rescue from Señor Torres,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to keep your tone light.

“Just doing my civic duty,” he replies, tipping an imaginary hat. “But once you join the heroes’ club, you can call me Joaquin.”

Your pulse flutters. “Call you…Joaquin. I may still owe you an apology. May I buy you a drink in compensation?”

A slow smile curves his lips. “I’d like that.”

He offers his arm and you link yours through his. The crowd parts as you move toward the bar together. Conversation flows as smoothly as the champagne:

“So what brings you to the White House gala, Señorita,?”

“(Y/N),” you supply, glancing at your name badge. “(Y/N) [Last Name]. I work in the Department of International Relations.”

“And what sort of mischief does the Department of International Relations get into at a gala?” he teases.

“Only the most diplomatic,” you quip. “And you? I hear you’re working security detail with SHIELD tonight.”

He shrugs modestly. “Calling it detail seems grand. I’m just here to keep an eye on anyone who might blow up the place.”

You both chuckle, the easy camaraderie loosening your professional reserve. He orders a round of champagne, and you raise your glass in toast.

“To new acquaintances,” he says. “And to not falling flat on your face in front of the nation’s leaders.”

You clink glasses, the bubbles tickling your throat. The air between you hums.

Over the next hour, you duck into alcoves to share whispered confidences. You learn he’s been in country on reconnaissance missions; you spin tales of diplomatic negotiations in far-off capitals. Laughter springs freely when he recounts riding camels in the desert; you smile at his teasing when you confess you once tripped over your own suitcase on assignment in Tokyo.

At one point, he glances at the ballroom floor, where a slow, swelling melody has begun. A dance number. The orchestra’s violins beckon.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, stepping closer, eyes alight.

Your breath catches. “I,yes.”

He slips an arm around your waist; you rest your hand on his shoulder. He guides you to the dance floor. The lights dim slightly, turning the room into a swirl of silver and gold. Other couples drift around you like glowing boats on a dark sea.

As the first notes drift from the orchestra pit, Joaquin draws you close enough that you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. The world contracts until it’s just the two of you, swaying gently.

“You’re a surprisingly good dancer,” he murmurs.

“I had a great teacher,” you reply, the warmth of his arm around you making your conversation intimate. “You?”

“First time I’ve asked someone to dance at a White House gala,” he confesses, voice low.

You look up at him. The candlelight on his cheekbones. The earnest tilt of his head. “I’m honored to be your first,” you say softly.

He smiles, that brilliant, boyish grin. “Then I must be very lucky.”

They say slow dances are meant for whispered fantasies and passing touches, and in that moment, you understand. The soft brushing of his hand against yours. The careful way he guides you. The gentle rhythm of your breath. Always, he keeps one protective arm around you, as if to ensure nothing shatters this fragile bubble.

When the song ends, you both linger, toes still pointed in the center of the floor. Applause breaks out. Joaquin bows with mock flourish.

“I think we just stole the show,” he jokes.

“I’d watch your back more carefully,” you warn with a grin. “You never know which agent is truly on duty.”

He lifts a brow, then winks. “I’d hope I could count on you to cover mine.”

Your chest warms. “I might just surprise you.”

The evening flows on: you slip away to dart down a service corridor, checking the hidden doorway where your contact awaits. She hands you a dossier on a certain attendee rumored to be exchanging illicit weapons blueprints. You tuck it into your clutch, promising a later rendezvous. Then, duty calls again,a suspicious cell phone signal, an overheard threat. On your way back, you round a corner and nearly collide with someone.

It’s Joaquin.

“Everything all right?” he asks instantly, eyebrows knitting.

“Fine,” you say, blinking as you stash the dossier. “Just…caught up in a moment.”

He frowns. “If you need backup,”

“I’ve got it,” you insist. “But thank you.”

He nods, concern lingering in his eyes. “I’ll be around. Just…call if you need me.”

Something in that promise makes your heart flutter again.

Later, as the gala winds down, the president’s speech crescendos. Crystal glasses and orchids litter banquet tables. Guests mill for final farewells.

In a quieter chamber, near the grand staircase, Joaquin awaits you. His posture is casual, one foot on a low step, hands tucked in his pockets. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.

“You came,” you say, half-relieved, half-thrilled.

“I never miss the chance,” he says, offering a hand. “May I steal one more dance before it’s truly over?”

You smile and take it. Leading you down to a reprise of the earlier waltz theme, he murmurs, “I’ve been looking forward to this all night.”

Your head tilts on his chest. “I thought I might never see you again.”

“Not a chance,” he replies, twirling you beneath the grand chandelier. “I want to see you again.”

Your pulse spikes. “Then shall we set a date?”

“Dinner tomorrow?” He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “I know a little bistro that serves the best pasta.”

You laugh softly. “It’s a date.”

He brushes a stray curl from your forehead. “(Y/N), I,”

“Joaquin,” you prompt, voice tender.

He nods. “Joaquin. (Y/N). I’m glad we met tonight.”

“So am I.” You lift onto tiptoe, your lips brushing his. The moment is electric. Then he deepens it, drawing you close. The taste of champagne on his lips mingles with cologne and unspoken possibility.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless.

The next evening, under a canopy of twinkling lights in Joaquin’s little favorite trattoria, you sit across from each other, plates of steaming pasta between you. No espionage tonight,just laughter, stories, shared secrets. You learn he grew up in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and that he inherited his love of cuisine from his abuela. You confess your fondness for early-morning runs, the thrill of codes and ciphers.

Over tiramisu, he reaches for your hand. “I want more nights like this,” he says, sincerity warming his gaze. “Not just at work, not just at missions.”

You squeeze his hand. “I’d like that too.”

He grins, leaning in. “Good.”

In the weeks that follow, your worlds intertwine. Late-night stakeouts morph into moonlit strolls. Briefings with SHIELD civilian liaisons become dinner reservations at new restaurants. In the field, you fight side by side; off-duty, you coax each other’s smiles.

Once, during a critical extraction, he covers your retreat with precise suppressor shots. Once more, you hack security cameras to secure his escape. And each time, the trust deepens.

Between missions, stolen moments,whispers in darkened safehouses, shared coffees on rooftop terraces. He teaches you salsa steps beneath strings of patio lights. You reveal to him the intricate lock-picking set hidden in your heel.

Slowly, you shed your professional armor, revealing the person beneath the agent’s mask. He tells you about nights spent staring at the Puerto Rican stars. You confess childhood dreams of becoming a diplomat.

One evening, as you rest your head on his shoulder in the cockpit of a Quinjet, he murmurs, “I love you.”

You lift your head to him, surprised but certain. “I love you too.”

His face breaks into that radiant smile you first saw at the gala. “Good,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

You trace his cheek. “Very good.”

Months later, you stand again on the White House lawn,not as spy and pilot, but as something more. The cherry blossoms bloom, and Joaquin stands before you, hand outstretched. In it, he holds a small black box.

“With everything we’ve been through,” he says softly, “I couldn’t imagine doing this life,adventures, missions, and all,without you by my side. Will you marry me?”

Tears spring to your eyes,joy, relief, love. You nod, voice trembling. “Yes.”

He slips the ring onto your finger, then lifts you into a tight embrace. Guests,friends, colleagues, and even a few stunned dignitaries,applaud. And in that moment, you know that your greatest mission yet is just beginning.

And it all started with a stumble in a black dress, a steadying hand…and a dance that changed your world.

[puck-luck]

hii miss andy i have two drink orders i hope you will enjoy experimenting with and perfecting as you do <3 moving forward could i also be 🌙 anon ?

order one: may i please order a peppermint mocha (angsty fake relationship with lines blurring perhaps?) for sweetie boy tz with cinnamon (body worship) on top of some whipped cream (slight sub!m, bit of an apology vibe to it? like words won't be enough to him so he wants to make up for it with actions), and a layer of cold foam underneath ("i wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you")

thank you !!

thank you so much for sending these asks in different submissions! it makes things just a little bit easier for me <3 you may be 🌙anon! feel free to stop by anytime for a little chat :) this is also a great ask because i have been in SUCH a sweetboytz mood lately. i had fun with this!!

“This isn’t working, Trevor. Maybe we should just end it before everyone finds out,” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your face and shaking your head. 

You’re alone in one of the rooms adjacent to the reception hall. You’re pacing back and forth in front of Trevor, who sits in a chair and watches you. His hands cover his mouth. This was supposed to be a convenient night for the both of you: you’re both single, freshly out of relationships, and neither of you wanted to deal with the probing questions from your acquaintances. You decided to spend the night together– entering together, sitting, dancing, and dining together, and leaving together. You contracted a few kisses, a few sensual touches, but you didn’t think so many people would be so giddy at the sight of you and Trevor together.

It’s a lot of pressure. You’ve been here a few hours already and you’re stressed. Every time Trevor talks to another woman, you feel like people are watching you. Their eyes creep over your skin with pity. There are a couple of drinks coursing through your system, putting you even further on edge. 

“Relax,” he says softly, catching your hips when you pass by him next. Trevor anchors you in front of him, sliding a hand under the slit in your black dress and stroking your thigh. “No one knows.”

“Trevor, you keep flirting with these beautiful women when I’m just across the room,” you reply. “People are looking at me.”

He coaxes you closer, pressing a kiss to your clothed hip. “I’m sorry for making you nervous,” Trevor says. “I won’t talk to the girls again unless you’re standing next to me and holding my hand.” 

You place your hands on his shoulders, heart thumping a little harder when Trevor kisses the spot where your slit starts, where your skin is just revealed. 

“We can do this,” Trevor tells you. He places another gentle kiss on your smooth thigh. “I want to be good for you. Please, let me be good for you.”

Trevor’s green eyes stare up at you through his long, dark lashes. He looks handsome in his suit, hair brushed back in pristine, princely portions. His hand is warm against your thigh, cupping the back of your upper leg and holding you intimately. He holds you like he would hold his real partner.

The air changes, more charged now.

Trevor slides his hand up a bit further, testing the waters. He’s nearly gripping your behind now, accentuated by an itty-bitty excuse for underwear. His other hand squeezes your hip. His lips part, although it’s a few seconds before he speaks again. 

“I’ll be so good for you,” Trevor promises in a low voice. He slides from his chair and gets on his knees, kissing from your calf to your upper thigh. He looks up at you once more before nosing beneath your slit and leaving a wet trail along both of your inner thighs. His gentle hands help you find his chair, turning your bodies so that his back is to the door and you can stare at it, keeping watch just in case. 

Trevor slides your panties down your legs, the flimsy fabric pooling around your ankles. He spreads your legs as well as he can, throwing your free leg over his shoulder and nuzzling against your core.

He uses his tongue to part your lips, to lavish your clit. Trevor moans against your entrance and you picture his eyelashes fluttering prettily as he laps at your pussy like he’s drinking the nectar of the gods. 

His index finger is quick to fill you and your manicured hand finds his perfect hair, fisting it as he curls his finger inside you and pets over your sensitive inner walls. 

“Let me taste you,” Trevor begs, smacking his lips before diving in for more. “Fuck, baby, I want you to come all over my tongue. We’ll go back out there and I’ll taste you on me all night, no one will know a thing. They’ll think we snuck away for some private time–”

“Which we did,” you gasp.

“Mhm, and they’ll never doubt we aren’t together,” Trevor finishes. “It’s the perfect plan and a treat for me, babe. You taste so good, I don’t want to taste anyone else. Come, baby, please come for me. I need it, need you.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, thighs squeezing Trevor’s head. He moans loudly. You’re not sure if he’s over-exaggerating or if he’s really enjoying it this much and you’re really not sure if you’re playing the fake dating game anymore with Trevor suckling your clit like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

[thenocturnekids13]

Masie stirs and yawns. She rubs at her eyes as she wakes up. She looks around and looks at and she lights up at sight at the embassy. The pillars that hold up the building tall enough to allow crabfolk and the merfolk tails to move around without being impeded. The crabfolk especially since they are bigger than her dad who was the tallest person that she new. Even uncle Hercules wasn’t as big as dad, and he wasn’t as strong as dad as he couldn’t move if he had his pet turtle Kochýli on him and dad could pick her up and so could mum. So he wasn’t as strong as dad.

The late afternoon sunlight bounces of the tiles and makes the tiles seem to glow worth the mosaic of patterns showing cities atop crabs with different types of water dwelling races around each one. Some more human than others. Mum told her when they come up to the surface that people are scared of things that don’t look human and will take them away forever. So she needs to pretend to be a human to make sure she isn’t taken away.

“LADY MASIE! YOU’RE SAFE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!” A woman in a green chiton dress runs over frantically. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU YOUNG LADY.” She says with a stern expression her black hair matched her pretty black eyes. Masie had once seen a pretty crystal that looked like her eyes once and she wanted to get some for her Nanny because it looks like her eyes.

“Sorry Nanny, I dropped the music box and had to find it… Lady Ori helped me find it she’s my new friend and she is a good swimmer.” Masie replies with her head down showing she was truely sorry. Nanny was her very best friend and seeing her worried and upset about looking for her made her feel very upset. She didn’t want to make her friends upset. “I won’t go away again without telling someone where I’m going again. I’m sorry for making you worried.” She says solemnly.

“I’ll hold you to that promise young lady as you are- you have responsibilities and you need to make sure that you can be with your parents to do those responsibilities. Your mother and father are worried sick they are talking about sending the guards to look for you. We need to take you back to them right now.” Nanny says sternly she suddenly eyes Orianna and says, “thank you for looking out for Lady Masie I will take her to her parents right away. If you would like a reward you can come back in an hours time and the ah our delegates will be able to see you. I’ll personally escort you to them. They will need to make sure their daughter is safe and sound before allowing you into their house.”

“Lady Ori is a good person who helped me. So I should give the reward. Which is my necklace. You should have it because it will keep you safe.” Masie states and looks at Nanny and then extends her hands to be picked up by her.

Masie sniffled and went to say where her mum and dad were staying. But she remembered that it was supposed to be secret. But Lady Ori was helping her and she said that she would keep her safe from the wrong orb… maybe if she took her to near where she stayed she wouldn’t get into trouble. But then maybe the orb would come back. She sniffled again before making up her mind.

“We’re staying at the Shel’don Embassy. Father and Mother have work there.” She said quietly, “it’s the big house near the park land and it has the pillars like home but not like home the is no crab.” She said as she buried her face into Ori’s shoulder. Waves of tiredness rolling over her replacing the fear. When she got home and after she was done being told off she was gonna…. Take a nap… she thinks as she slowly succumbs to sleep.

[ruporas]

I see you already like the idea of Vampire!VW. May I please posit: Vampire!Vash and Werewolf!Wolfwood?? 👀

ehe, yes, i think vampire!vash and werewolf!wolfwood is cute! i've seen it throughout the fandom, but i don't have a lot of good ideas when it involves the pair of them as vampire and werewolf aside from aesthetically. if anyone wants to enlighten me more, feel free :D i do think if i was to spin a tale for them, it'd be a tristamp one, rare as it is on my page…

[stormyoceans]

Top 5 acting pairs that AREN'T JimmySea, and your favorite series/role for them. 💜 (doesn't have to be gmm!)

ABBY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT THIS IS SO HARD I KEEP CHANGING MY ANSWER BECAUSE NONE OF IT FEELS RIGHT (ALSO NOT THE BLATANT JIMMYSEA CALL-OUT ✋😭)

i think what's stumping me about this is that it doesn't feel fair to me to put on the same level pairings who have worked together only once and pairings who have worked together multiple times. im also clearly biased towards GMMTV pairings because i engage with content about them outside of their acting job, so my judgement is very skewed by the fondness i feel for them (but also i do believe GMMTV pairs are the most well-rounded, but the world isn't ready for this conversation)

all this to say that aside from the first spot in this list, the other ones are very flexible, but i tried to pick ones that i think are pretty well rounded (although my bias is definitely showing), so here we go!!!!!

1. aouboom. GMMTV's best kissers and high heat deliverers with effervescent impeccable incomprehensible levels of chemistry both on- and off-screen. they're incredibly versatile and you can tell that they're also fully comfortable with each other, which results in an amazing emotional and physical connection that makes every scene feel natural and believable.

favorite role for them: tanfang from we are (but dechmek from memoir of rati could easily steal this spot if done right)

2. smartboom. the only acting pair with just one project under their belt that im allowing to enter the list and that should tell you everything about how good i think they are. im honestly gonna be SO SAD if they don't get another show together (and i mean a NEW show, not a second season of top form) because i think the way they're able to engage with each other on-screen is insane. it's not just about chemistry, it's how they play off each other's emotions and reactions too. the industry would be crazy not to invest on them.

favorite role for them: jinakin from top form (well. there wasn't much of a choice here ;;;;;)

3. earthmix. look, ossan's love thailand was a mess and a half but it was also a great reminder of earthmix's range as actors and as a pairing, which unfortunately i tend to forget way too often. no matter the genre or the role, they're gonna deliver an incredible performance whether they are in a scene together or not. they are amazing actors, have a wide emotional range, and their chemistry is still one of the best i've ever seen.

favorite role for them: phuphatian from a tale of thousand stars

4. daouoffroad. the theme of this list is becoming 'genuine off-screen relationships based on mutual understanding and respect translate amazingly on-screen', which is something i do firmly believe in, and daouoffroad is a perfect example of this. i think they're extremely well-balanced and can play off each other really well, so they're able to balance their respective weaknesses out while maximizing their strengths.

favorite role for them: sanvee from century of love

5. forcebook. i can see people making faces and rolling their eyes and shaking their head but I DON'T CARE. these two have known each other for more than 20 years and it SHOWS. their connection is such a living breathing thing that it feels like the universe needs to expand around them to make space for it every time they're on screen together. they're like two planets orbiting each other and it's always a pleasure to watch, even in the moments where they're rough around the edges (mostly force).

favorite role for them: phoomvicha from peaceful property (because it's the proof that with a good script they can DEVOUR it)

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

I hope you are doing well. I am, this week is more tame than last.

This Wetnessday you decide to marry yourself off to keep reach a certain goal. Scenarios:

You're a princess and offer yourself to the king that's raging war upon the kingdoms surrounding you. He's getting closer by the day and conquering every kingdom in his path.

You're a mafia princess and refuse to be married off to your father's friend who's in his 60's. So you offer yourself to your father's biggest enemy, who's much closer to your age, out of spite.

You're tired of working all the damn time and not being able to afford anything. So you offer yourself up as permanent sugar baby and wife to a rich CEO.

Who are you and who do you choose? Have I mentioned that all of them are Steve?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

ALL OF THEM ARE STEVE!!!

🤯🥹😍🥵🥴

Can I have each for two days a week and then all three on the seventh day? 😏

Since it would be impossible to pick which one I want more, I decided to cross them out due to disadvantages. For example, kingdoms at war has a medieval vibe to it and while I love that in general, I want a normal modern toilet and access to fresh water and lavish bathtub 🤣

That leaves me with mafia enemy and CEO. Which is a nearly impossible choice at this point.

Ughh, the enemy marrying and fucking me is just so exciting, but then the pragmatism of CEO being maybe less likely to get killed, or get me killed... idk, CEO can also have powerful enemies, I guess. But maybe he's sweeter? More domestic than a mob boss, who's probably used to whoring around and not having family dinners?

I don't knooow! 😫😭

Mafia Steve or CEO Steve? Both will spoil and fuck me so good.

Ok, you know what, let's be honest here. It's not a choice for reality where I would be pragmatic and cautious. It's for fantasy, meaning screw reason and caution!

Give me the mafia enemy!

Imagine his whole posture just oozing danger and thrill then slowly relaxing a bit as a sinister smirk curves his lips. Because, not only will it be a huge hit to his enemy, but he'll also get to own and ruin you 😏

[mel-loly]

ooo you can draw Oliver sprout as a pony for Halloween!!!! >:3333

Hey Hyia!!! Also- of course, here you go: ↓

Hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea!! :3💖

(If you have any ideas for something for me to draw for Halloween, please, share in private chat or reblog/comment here! Thank you!💛)

[uhohdad]

SO I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE FIRST THOUGHT IS HOW DARE YOU

H O W

DARE

YOU

(affectionate)

SECOND.

:C

THIRDLY.

You wrote so much for us and so well omg I hope you get some rest. Your hands must be sore from all the fire they're producing.

This is my favourite series. I keep coming back to reread the other parts. Part 3 was my favourite of the series. It was so nice and sweet. A fun little breath of air. The waterfall? Perfection. The ending? Had me wanting to throw my phone across the room ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

I can't wait to read the last part :') :') :')

Sending you lots of love and encouragement 🫶🏼💕💖✨

i hope you know that it literally means the world to me that my work means this much to you. i’m over the moon that y’all see my works the way i see them fr. it’s actually bonkers <3 🥹🥹🥹💗🩷💞💕

Been working on The Aftermath a lot today!! sorry if i haven’t been posting enough writing lmao just tryna crank this baddie out. so honored y’all are excited for it 😭

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[itskaist]

Hi Kaist and welcome to the fandom! 🤍 Glad to see I'm not the only one with a massive collection of stuff, like stats, lore and other tidbits. I can hear my excel spreadsheets crying in the corner lol. Anyway, I really liked the song you shared and would love to know more about Josiha if you are willing to share. What kind of villain are they and what name do they go by? Are they into monologuing? Do they tend to spare civilians?

HELLO FELLOW EXCEL SPREADSHEET FREAK! (affectionate)

Thank you so much for asking & so glad you liked the song!!

Answers under the cut for those interested :)

Josiah's villain persona is Replica (it used to be Reflection for the longest time and I've only changed it quite recently, actually).

His suit has the mysterious look and I've leaned into the mirrored helmet for how he approaches building up his reputation: alongside the mirrored helmet, he also employs programmable voice distorters which can copy the voice of his opponents. In fights, he will often imitate the style and tactics of whoever he's fighting - so with Argent, he will be more aggresive and in-the-moment; with Steel, more cautious and working with his environment; with Ortega, he'll be chatty and try to distract.

All of that works both to conceal his actual abilities and thus true identity, as well as leans into the theme of 'being your own worst enemy' - he's the fear path anarchist. By studying his opponents (be they heroes or the establishment), he can exploit their worst flaws and make them work against themselves. Herald cares so much about civilians? Let's threaten the bystanders to get him to let his guard down. The government is a web of corruption mutually held hostage? Strike at the weakest link, and let them turn on each other. Show the world exactly why the current status quo is not working, show how it is built on fear, greed, and complacency.

There is a personal touch to his persona as well, of course there is. Your typical Regene anxieties over not being truly human, over being simply a copy (a replica, if you will - a simulacrum of humanity but never the real thing, at least in his eyes). Copying his opponents' styles because that is what he has always done, not just in fighting but throughout his free life in general: speedrunning learning how to be a person by observing other people, how they act, how they speak, how they present, and recreating those lessons for himself. As well as that mind-bending identity recursion of Replica being an incarnation of Sidestep - being an incarnation of a Regene - being an incarnation of the original gene donor; copy of a copy of a copy, sharpened down to a piercing focus but losing parts of itself along the way (again, in his eyes only). Not feeling whole, not feeling like his life has been a one continuous path but rather been reset and started over from square one many times over.

Civilians he doesn't really concern himself with, but neither would he go out of his way to harm them; his fight is against the heroes and the powers that be. He is not above causing injury, be it mental or physical; however he hasn't killed yet… yet. He thinks he is ready to kill and would do it if necessary, it simply hasn't been so far - but that's just one of the lies he's telling himself :)

In fact, he is scared of death; not really his own but more death as a very concept. I imagine that at the Farm, death would have been very clinical, clean - the rebellious or faulty being disposed of efficiently, no goodbyes, no bodies, no mourning. Someone will just be gone one day and eventually, if they have been gone long enough, it will be assumed they were likely recycled. But Regenes would not be familiarized with death, not allowed to ritualize it. Therefore, death wasn't really something that Josiah has had much direct experience with before running away, he doesn't know it, he doesn't understand it, and it scares him. He doesn't like seeing dead bodies, feeling this uncanny valley of his mind scrambling for hold over nothing. But all of that is very subconcious and not something he ever gave much thought to - he sees himself as cold, driven and efficient, so while he thinks that he could kill if he had to, well… we shall see, especially if-when he is finally confronted more directly with his past at the Farm; THAT might get horribly bloody, and I am looking forward to him having a breakdown over it :)) We love to see a character's self-perception being shattered, haha.

I think that about covers what you asked about, I could of course ramble on forever about my favourite squeaky toy but this already got long enough, hah. Adieu!

[illiana-mystery]

I know you’ve probably said this a million times, but I’ll say it: Willem Dafoe is the superior cinematic Jesus on account of not losing his everloving mind.

You're so right and you can definitely say that again.

Also he's superior just on the account of being so damn appealing to the eye in that movie.

I mean look at him...

I first saw this movie when I was 15...in my very Catholic Sunday School class...and if this wasn't one of my sexual awakenings...I don't know what else was.

And yes, the Catholic guilt was definitely real.

Especially with how I felt during this scene...

(I have never seen the act of eating apple be so oddly sexually charged. But did I like it, yes, yes I did.)

But anyway, I'm so glad you said that because I couldn't agree more. 🥂

[solalunar-eclipse]

HI SOL JUST DROPPING A MESSAGE TO SAY YOUR TAGS ON THE ARK SIBS ART JUST ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED ME (POSITIVE) THANK YOUUUU YOURE SUCH A SWEETIE 🥹💖

HI DRAGON I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!! (Sorry this reply is so late I got it right as I went on hiatus ahaha)

It’s always nice to see your art in general, and I knew I had to hit reblog when I saw you drawing those two in particular! By the way, my sibling really likes TADC and I’ve been showing them your Jax art (he’s their favorite character) and they really like it :D

[ghostieblr]

Send me a title for a fake fic, and I’ll write a fake summary!

+ fandom or character/ships if u want!!

In the tree, there are a dragon.

+ free fandom or characters Im just curious. lol

In The Tree, There Is a Dragon

I dunno if you're into Merthur, but this title reminds of them. Also hope you don't mind that I changed "are" to "is" :D

Below is the summary:

*

"You can't be serious," Merlin's voice comes out tired. As if he's protesting without energy, and his face screams it. The dark cirlces, the tiredness in his skin, the deep frowns etched into them like permanent ink.

Arthur is hit with guilt and concern the size of his treasury, but this is important. He infuses anger in his words as he replies, "This is what must be done. We must cut down the entire forest, Merlin, even if it may only grant us a chance to kill that creature."

"That creature is a baby, my lord, and has done nothing but defend itself!"

There is the passionate hatred of authority. It's been ages since Merlin has shown any emotion with such intensity, and Arthur has missed it.

"Prepare for the journey."

Merlin's noise of protest follows his journey outside the court, his angry mutterings like melodious instruments to Arthur's ears. Once he is sure of his departure, Arthur turns towards his knights, who had been hiding in the servant tunnels of the throne room. They're grinning ear to ear, and behind them, Aithusa sits charmingly with a floppy ear.

"Come here," he beckons, and she comes over to him, obedient as always, and sits on his lap. He quickly begins his ministrations of scritches which she seems to love with abundance, and as such, focuses back on his knights. "The plan is secure?"

"Yes, sire." Percival's answer is followed by cheers.

Of course, Lancelot doesn't agree. "I still think this is a bad idea," he says for the umpteenth time, and is pelted with a tomato Gwaine produces from somewhere on his person.

Arthur protests until he is handed is very own tomato to pelt Lancelot with. Aithusa seems to enjoy the show, too, and that is all that matters, isn't it? The joy of his child, and the feelings of the man he loves most.

One out of the two isn't that bad, he supposes. And, post their brilliant plan, Merlin will have no choice but to be back to his old, passionately emotional self.

*

sort of a crack fic where Arthur and the knights just want Merlin to feel something other than depression, and come up with a brilliant plan to act as if they are hunting a dragon (Aithusa) and in order to do so they need to do something drastic (burn down the entire forest where the dragon is supposedly hiding).

Merlin is unaware that everyone in the castle knows about his magic and about Aithusa, whom Merlin "hides" unsuccessfully. He is unsure how to bring his magic up, let alone the last remaining dragon, plus he has his past trauma + pile of secrets that further his sort of numb/sad state. Of course, everyone else notices, and except for Lancelot agree that something like this must be done.

if someone wants to write this, please do 🫶

[luimagines]

I just read the divorce hcs. You better apologize to those boys. And if I was married to Sky, ON MY LIFE, it's staying that way.

I mean, I think Sky would be a pretty good husband, let's be real.

And hey! The divorce hc's weren't my idea. It was Reader's!

I'm glad you went and read those. I hinted at those and there was a whole boycott the day the was posted. XD

[eternitas]

OC Friendship questions! For Sergey and Leo! All of Silver: Strength. If that’s not too much to ask for :3

Friendship and Companionship questions

This is so incredib ly late but still thank you so so much for sending these in i hope it was worth the wait!

Sergey and Leo

Silver: Strength.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

What quality has forged the strongest bonds of friendship for your OC? Shared values or beliefs? Time spent together working towards a common aim? Complimentary skills or personalities? Or perhaps just absolutely hating the same things?

For those who know, it's obvious that what keeps them so close is a lot of shared misery and trauma, but it all started simple. They were kids, they liked to play and fool around. Sergey always stopped to make sure Leo was able to keep up, always took his troubles and fears seriously and protected him from whatever made him cry. In turn Leo was always kind and supportive of Sergey and his plans, only ever stopping to make sure everyone was safe and having fun. As they grew older they found their passion in sports, cheering each other on on their way to become pros.

After the Schwalbe family incident hey had been friends for many years. Leo not once thought about his own pain during that time, only worried about the drastic change Sergey went through. Ser was all he had left and so he had only one wish:

Please... Let me save him from the darkness.

After the Schwalbe family incident, losing his mother and Asuna as well they had been friends for many years. Sergey thought of his own pain as well, but especially the pain put onto the people he loved. His mother, Asuna, Leo- What if he lost more? Nobody should have followed his dark path. Yet Leo did. ... And for that he would do anything to protect him. No matter what it took he had only one wish:

Please... Don't take him from me as well.

Is your OC someone that their friends or companions can rely upon in times of difficulty? Are they a pillar of strength for others? Or do they depend upon others to meet their emotional needs, but find themselves unable to reciprocate in turn?

When it comes to being relyable then Sergey is definitely someone you can count on. He has the big brother persona deeply ingrained in his body and he does whatever he can for his friends and family. Even in terms of his work you can count on him. He is very supportive of people and due to his extended network and family he knows a few things about emotional support. Not that he himself ever seeks any, lol.

But it stops when it comes to Leo. Anything that could endanger or inconvenience Leo is something he avoids with all he has.

Leo in turn is a total pushover. There is not much for which he can put his foot down and sometimes people exploit that. Never for long because Ser is right around the corner to smack them with a heavy and hard object. Still when you need a strong shoulder to cry on, a hug or someone to listen, Leo is definitely there to help. He may not be a good fighter but he is definitely great at supporting others through tough times.

When it comes to each other they know they can rely on the other. They are one heart and one soul.

What has been the greatest test of their friendship with a close companion or ally? Did the relationship survive this? If so, then what helped in repairing that connection? If not, then did they let the friendship go without regret?

Honestly, all the shit they have been through was already a test of their friendship. Trauma, misery and tragedy can fuck someone up and the healing process is long and hard. Still they've stayed by each others side and have never given up on one another. It's the patiene and love they have for each other, the determination to see their loved one happy and thriving that keeps them going.

Sergey had his fights. With his siblings and even with Leo. During the time after the Schwalbe family incident he had given up on this world and become an inversion of himself full of negativity and cynism. Even though he didn't even notice it he was pushing everyone away and he was keeping Leo longer in his trauma and pain than necesary. But Leo prevailed. He stayed, he shook sense into his best friend and saved him and would do it over and over again. Sergey can say whatever he wants to Leo, he can yell and scream and try to deliberately hurt him, but Leo knows Sers heart. As long as that stays true, Sergey can go to hell kicking and screaming and cursing, but Leo will still keep holding onto him and follow him into the depths.

How strong are the bonds of friendship for your OC? Do their platonic relationships always rank lower in importance than their romantic partnerships or their family loyalties? Or do they have a friend with whom they have forged a bond deeper than blood or romance could ever equal?

Sergey would NEVER under any circumstances put a romantic partner above his family and friends. They are all equally important to him and same goes for Leo. In fact he will put whoever he sees as family above everyone else. If his siblings need help? He is right there.

What Ser and Leo have is definitely far deeper though. They are soulmates in every sense of the word. Though they do not date each other they are each others most important person. Leo would do anything to save Ser and Ser would burn the whole world to the ground if anything happened to Leo.

You may put it in Sergey being asexual and very demiromantic but Sergey does experience lust, he does enjoy sex, hell he even longs for that feeling he had blossoming in his chest when he fell for Asuna, but through it all his family and especially Leo will always be a bigger priority. He doesn't understand people who put romantic relationships above others, just because he knows how deep a platonic relationship CAN be.

Leo.... also doesn't put a hierarchy on his relationships but he definitely does always favor a few individuals more than others. But amongst them-- there is only Sergey that he values more than anything or anyone else.

Does your OC draw strength from the thought of their friends? Do they sometimes push themselves onwards for the sake of their companions - or in memory of the sacrifices of others - when they would otherwise give up and accept failure? Or do they see themselves as uniquely capable or responsible, regardless of what others may or may not have done?

The power of friendship... the power of love... the power of hope. Sergey- albeit not openly admitting to it anymore- has lost that a long time ago. Asuna took what she had instilled in him with her when she took her last breath. Sure. He will fight for his siblings, his family, his teammates. But he is never really driven by anything so chivalrous as believing in happy endings. He is a killer. He ends lives like others work at a cash register. With an aching back, a groan in his throat and not a second thought. He will protect what is important to him but don't mistake it for a virtue. It's simply a selfish desire to keep what little light he still has in his orbit.

Leo on the other hand is ready to go to war for those he loves and for what he believes in. It's why despite his occupation he refuses to ever kill anyone and keeps any form of harm minimal despite his earth shattering strength. He is literally powerd by the power of friendship and love and hope and all of that, because he carries these things for two. For three. For four. For everyone. He woin't ever let a sacrifice be in vain, he will never let his friends and colleagues face hardships that he can fight off. He can not change his work, he can not change the world he now resides in, but he will not give up his bright optimism and his love for the world.