#Gil is like hey babe you up?

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena and Gil playfully arguing…in business style!

Tyrant King,

If you would find it suitable, I have had a meeting cancellation this afternoon.

Gil's brows raised as he read the email on his phone. It was nothing if not succinct--classic Ice Queen. She didn't even sign it. But he was surprised she had even attempted to invite him over today. She had stated she was busy all week. No time for them to 'meet'.

No time for them to fuck like wild animals in her office between meetings.

Why so formal, Ice? If you want me to come over, just say so ;)

Her response was prompt, which proved to him that she was anxiously awaiting his response, much to his delight. She could play coy as much as she liked, but she wasn't very good at that game. In all fairness, nor was he.

I have a tight schedule today, Tyrant. I am offering my time, not begging you for your company. You may disregard my previous email if you are otherwise engaged.

Ice cold, his Princess was. But Gil grinned, happily responding, still in email rather than texting. She had yet to give him her personal number, but he was honestly just glad she wasn't having Kingo filter his messages to her, either.

As per my previous email, I would be happy to meet if your schedule sees fit, Ice.

Two could play at this game. Even as he was looking over his schedule and moving things around for himself. He really needed a Kingo for himself, and her older chief of staff Karun also seemed really on top of things. He had once joked that he would try to poach them from her, and the look he got made him know why people were so afraid of someone as beautiful and delicate as she was.

I have a meeting slot available from 4 onward.

So, it was a lie that she had a tight schedule. If she was offering her 4 o'clock then that was her last meeting for the day, most likely. Unless she was planning to make wild love for a tight 45 minutes and then have meetings until 6.

The whole hour?

If you think our business will take that long, I can offer you the full hour. I advise you decide preemptively if you require the full allotment.

Oh, she thought he didn't want the full time? She was making a joke about him not lasting long, sure. But he was having too much fun flirting with her to let it get to him. He gleefully typed out his response, already swiping his other hand through his hair.

Please be advised, Ice Queen, I believe I have several positions to propose during our meeting. I do hope you are prepared for such intentions during only one hour.

He would give anything to see her face right now. He liked it when she got kind of flustered, even when she was annoyed with him. Call him childish, he liked having her attention. He was entirely the the old story of a boy not knowing how to tell a girl how much he liked her, so instead he did little things to get under her skin.

She was facetiming him.

He picked it up with a wicked grin on his face, "to what do I owe the honour, Ice?"

"I would prefer not to have a paper trail for this proposal, as you put it," she glared at him. She knew he was having fun with their little entendres. "Are you coming or not?"

"Don't I always, with you?"

"Insipid juvenile," she practically hissed at him. She leaned back in her chair, ever poised and elegant. "If you don't want the time slot, I'll schedule someone else."

Gil frowned. "Are we still talking about us, Princess?"

She raised her brows at him--the minx. "I was talking about meetings."

He growled faintly under his breath. Such an impossible woman he had chosen. "I'll be there. Who would you even have offered it to?"

She shrugged, now playing coy for her own enjoyment. "I heard the Prince Eternal is floating around the city. I'm sure if I contacted his beastly little assistant, he'd come running."

Gil puffed through his nose, feeling like a bull getting a red cape waved at him. "Now you're just trying to piss me off."

Thena's eyes dashed down to her lap. She was playing a game of chicken with him, and the Ice Queen didn't take unnecessary risks. "My time is valuable, Tyrant. And others are willing to pay even more than you."

That may have been true, but no one would give her more.

He tugged at his shirt, calling her bluff, "you hate that guy."

She made a face; there was no lying about that. "Perhaps, but it's always at least a few million whenever he pays me a visit."

Gil rolled his eyes. He didn't have to be part of the rich boys who were all insignificant admirers of hers. He wasn't some kid with a crush, he was the Tyrant King.

"Thena," he began, and immediately she was set on edge. Even though they had made love several times now (not that she called it that). He leaned forward, making sure his shoulders looked nice and wide in the shot. He lowered his voice, giving her his best, most smouldering look. "I want to see you."

Desired effect: achieved. She blinked, looking just the littlest bit flustered, maybe even blushing a little. Her eyes drifted away again, but she was smiling a little, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. The diamond stud on her ear cuff sparkled at him. It made him want to pull it off with his teeth.

"Fine," she attempted to maintain her cold facade, but he could see a little more Thena under it. She drew her lace tighter around her. "I'll tell Karun to expect you."

And with that, she was done talking about it. She hung up, but Gil didn't feel hung up on. He smiled, slipping his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He stood, fluffing his hair again and grabbing his essentials to tell his security that he was leaving the office.

He had an important date to make.

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

CHOCO-CHOCOBO! [ FIC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOW THAT I'M PLAYING FFXV, I JUST KNOW THAT PROMPTO WOULD ADORE THE CONCEPT OF CHOCOBO GIRLS (FF13: LIGHTNING RETURNS IN YUSNAAN) ! I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE CANVAS OF PRAYERS WHO WANTED A CHOCOBO GIRL'S NUMBER WAS PROMPTO IN ANOTHER LIFE. ANYWHO, ENJOY READING, MY DARLINGS! TW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, USAGE OF PETNAMES (PRINCESS, BABE), EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT (IT STARTS OFF CUTE BUT IT GETS NASTY AFTER THAT!) PROMPTO ARGENTUM X FEM! READER

The Chocobo Post in Duscae has never been this livelier before ever since they organized Chocobo races. Now that the Deadeye in the area is dead, the owner and staff decided to implement a feature that was long pushed aside due to the past circumstances they had. With enough Gil and materials, what they had planned went in full swing, accompanied with many new and familiar faces; the owner himself even graciously invited the four Hunters

That's why the blonde male was shaking in his boots. Sure, he was excited that Noct mentioned something about visiting the Chocobo Post in a passing statement but he wasn't expecting this. His blue eyes keep flitting everywhere, from the gang to the owner then back to the girls in front of him. Mind you, girls who were dressed up akin to Chocobos. Their outfit consisted of scantily golden coloured bikini tops, thigh high stockings and boots that looked like Chocobo feet. Not to mention the feathery plumage behind them and the feathery wing-like gloves. It doesn't help that the girls were grinning at him, giggling at him as they beckon for him to come closer

"Hey, aren't you the one of the Hunters that killed off that Deadeye? Choco-choco thanks!" "Choco-chocobo, your hair have the same colour as our Chocobos! Say, do you want to take a picture with us?" "You're pretty cute for a Hunter, y'know! Come here, Chocobo boy!"

No wonder the guys were grinning from ear-to-ear in the car, refusing to give an inkling of what he was going to see when they arrived there. Everyone that day could still remember the visible flush that was on his cheeks and neck, the male capable of saying yes meekly to the Chocobo Girls' invitation for an impromptu photo session. It was a really, really long day

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"Do you think this looks alright?" You asked, the feathery plumage fluttering as you do a twirl. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Hard. "Yeah, it looks fine, totally fine—" He blurted out, propping his chin up on his hand as he stared up at the figure standing in front of him, baby blue eyes skimming down your form greedily. It doesn't help that his skin is warming up considerably too. He sat up straight, hands reaching out for you and his fingertips grazing your exposed sides "Can I touch it?" He coughed out, shaking his head as he cleared his throat before muttering "Can I touch you?—" His eyes are wide with so much hope pooling in them, his brows arching upwards and his lips pursed in a thin line. A very nervous, quivering line

"You don't have to ask permission," You giggled as a smile blossomed on your pink lips. Lips that he just simply adores. He sucked in a breath sharply, holding it as his gloved hands enveloped around the smooth flesh. He pressed his thumbs into your muscles gently, slowly trailing them upwards while he pulled you closer and closer to him "So pretty," He mumbled, his golden bangs tickling the skin of your breasts as he planted a soft kiss in between them "My very own Chocobo girl who's the cutest," The male added a beat later, letting his lips linger on your skin a while longer before sinking his teeth in, evoking out a gasp of surprise out of your lips. It's so hot. His ears are burning from hearing that precious little noise. "The sexiest," He drawled out, arms snaking around your hips and waist as his hands began to fondle with the straps of the costume "Wanna take these off," He muttered, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of your shorts, sliding them down just enough so he could see your pussy. It was soaking wet, your wetness staining the fabric. His tongue swiped against his lips unconsciously, his eyes narrowing in interest as he pulled the cloth down all the way through before his hands went back to squeeze your thighs, tempted to just swipe the pads of his fingers against your clit "All this just for me?" He questioned, the edges of his eyes crinkling from grinning too widely "Can't wait to fuck you stupid, babe—" The male hastily dragged his other hand to the buckle of his belt, undoing it as he tugged you down to his lap, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and once he does undo his jeans, he's almost embarrassed of how stiff he was. Keyword; almost. He couldn't care less of about what he feels right now, the only thing he wants to feel is your tight walls enveloping him and clenching down on him like a vice. His blue eyes turned into half-lids as he watched how the head of his cock brush and prod against your soaked folds, your arousal just simply dripping and coating over the flushed tip. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you started to lower yourself down, fingers digging into your backside as you take him inch by inch He knew that you had to ease yourself like this every time, your cunny too tight even for his size but fuck, he can't take it anymore—

The blond wrapped his arms around you, muttering a gentle 'Sorry' against the shell of your ear before grabbing a handful of your thighs and forcing you down his cock, the male happily swallowing up your whimper when he pressed his lips on yours. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry—" He chanted, groaning into your mouth as your hips met in rapid succession "Wanted my cock in you so, so, much, princess—" As soon as he said those words, he felt you tighten around his pulsing cock and he nearly sprained his neck from how hard he threw his head back, his brain filled to the brim with the thoughts of your warm pussy and how good it felt to be in it. One of his hands slithered up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back just so he could litter a mess of hickeys on the soft skin of your neck

"That's it, keep-mmh-taking my cock like that," The blond praised, his mouth parted slightly before he moved up to your lips, blue eyes fluttering shut from the taste of your tongue invading his mouth which just made him hasten his pace even more. He had to pull away, he had to. If not, he would've busted his load right then and there and he didn't want that He wanted his sweet, sexy girlfriend to cum first So with another whine leaving his lips, he dragged his hand to be in between your legs, rubbing his fingers on to your clit furiously while you start to squirm in his embrace. The male knew you was close, judging by the way your muscles are tensing up, your moans getting higher in pitch. He wasn't so far behind either, his thrusts mostly consisted of him rutting his pathetic cock in and out as he tried to push the both of you over the edge "P-Prompto, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by a loud, pleasured cry and it made Prompto lose his mind, your slick juices dribbling down his thighs as he continued to bully his cock into you. It was more than enough for the man to let loose now that your needs were satiated first. With another bruising kiss to your lips, the blond pulled away before putting his entire focus into his pace, not really heeding the constant pleas and whines from you to 'slow down' and be 'gentle' He's almost there, he can feel it. His thighs going taut, his jaws clenched and the constant, throbbing ache in his loins as he kept on going. His persistence was then rewarded, the blond whimpering in pure delight as he felt his sweet girl clenching on him for the third time. His body not even hesitating to just simply flood you with his warmth, your pussy milking his cock for he's worth while you both basked in the sweet, sweet afterglow. He'll worry about the Chocobo costume later on, his brain's too mushed to think about cleaning them and returning them back to the owner. It was a rental after all

[lovemikage]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐠. 𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n — i am…rusty so forgive me that this is so short! but i wanted to get smth out for my shawties and bc my gil brainrot is sooooo bad .. anyway enjoy! pink lady!reader, reader is latina, fem!reader <3 for @cyansadness sorry this took like eight million years </3

summary — a look into your relationship with your favorite boy, gil rizzo.

wc — 620

“hey hey hey, did’ya really think i’d let you get out without me doin’ it for you? c’mon, get back in.”

your boyfriend’s eyebrows are knit together tightly in a way you could think of as disappointed if it wasn’t for the little smirk playing at his lips.

you give him a long look, one eyebrow raised because seriously? he cannot be serious right now.

but he is, and you both stare at each other for a moment before you let out a dramatic groan and clamber back into the driver’s side of your car.

“y’know, rizzo —“ you speak as you duck back in, closing the door and clasping your hands politely in your lap, “if you had just picked me up then we wouldn’t even be havin’ this problem—“

“—that’s not my fault!” gil’s response comes out faster than you can even finish your sentence, his tone laced with offense, “i had to drop betty off today! and she was very upset she couldn’t see you, by the way, talked my ear off the entire drive about how it wasn’t fair that she ‘had to be stuck with her idiot brother and not his cool girlfriend’. personally i think it’s gotta be that time of the month or somethin’ because—“

gil cuts himself off the second he sees the glare you give him, immediately holding his hands up, “sorry, sorry! i’ll stop talking, i should definitely stop talking.”

“proud of you, you never realize it that quickly.” you grin, watching him open your car door and reaching your hand out in a very practiced gesture. the feel of his larger hand holding yours is familiar, comforting, and you can’t help but feel your face heat up at the touch. quickly you deflect, “and make sure to tell betty i’ll take her out for a manicure soon. no icky boys invited.”

gil holds his heart as if he’s been shot and the giggle it pulls from you is completely unintentional.

how annoying. you’ve been with gil for how long and he still makes you feel like a little girl writing “mrs. richie valdovinos <3” in your diary (if anyone reminds gil of this he might kill them).

gil closes the door behind you and you smile up at him, already turning so he can help you put your favorite article of clothing on — your pretty pink jacket. nancy had even added a sweet heart next to your name, as per your request (though she had to let you know she hated it).

“thank you, amor.” you grin, going onto your tip toes so you can press a soft kiss to his lips. his hands come to rest on your waist and when you pull back the bright blush on his cheeks is evident in spite of his efforts to hide it. you like him like this, vulnerable and sweet and hopelessly lovesick.

the second your lips touch again you pause, leaning back to raise an eyebrow at him, “baby, what time is it?”

“two thirty, pretty girl, why?”

“god dammit, i’ve got class — walk me there?”

gil shoots you a grin that reminds you of the day you two met and you fell in love, nodding and quickly spinning you so you two can start walking.

his hand finds its way to what seems like its forever home, the back pocket of your blue jeans, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest; it’s a feeling you don’t think you’ll ever get used to, but to you that’s not a bad thing.

it just means that gil rizzo will always have the annoyingly endearing ability to make you remember exactly why you fell in love in the first place.

tagging some of my rotpl babes (i’m sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged but I figured you’d like it </3): @sirenlulls @angeltails @fabiolajyx

[razzlerdazzler]

Hey! Mind if I have a Warrick Brown x reader where she gets pushed out of the window and injured by Nigel Crane instead of nick in season 2?

Falling

@micheleamidalajedi Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Warrick X Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, hospital

“Hey babe, did you read what they wrote about Nick?” You ask with a smile on your face and the department’s newsletter in your hand as you walk towards your boyfriend in the break room. He looks up at you with a smile as you put the newsletter on the table so he can read it as you sit in the chair next to him as he eats his lunch. He smiles and nods as he looks down at the newsletter. “Greg showed me it earlier, seems like our Nick has become quite the celebrity.” he chuckles as he takes a bite out of his sandwich.

 You chuckle and nod,”it’s kind of weird seeing him be called a crime stopper considering that’s what we do for a living, but I'm happy that he’s getting the recognition that he deserves.” Warrick smiles and nods and finishes his sandwich. “Let’s just hope that it doesn’t go to his head,” he jokes. “Yeah, we don’t want to inflate his ego more than it already is.” He gets up from his chair and throws his trash away.

As he starts walking back towards the table, he asks, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight, there’s a restaurant that just opened up a few blocks from here that I've been dying to take you to.” You smirk as you watch him get closer towards the table, but instead of sitting back down in his chair he puts his hand on the table and leans down towards you until both of your faces are only inches apart. You smirk and look over towards the doorway and make sure that nobody’s coming into the break room, and then look back towards him.

You quickly look down at his soft lips before making eye contact with him again and you smile as you lean in and give him a quick, gentle peck on his cheek instead of his lips. “Sounds like a date,” you say with a teasing smirk as you pull away. He groans and hides his face in your shoulder with a chuckle. “You little tease, I'm gonna get you back for that later.” You smirk as he pulls his face away from your shoulder and stands back up, “I'm sure you will.” You say before you see Gil enter the break room.

“Hey, I need you two to head down to a possible suspects house for the Jane Galloway case and bring him in so we can ask him a couple of questions.” You nod, “she’s the stalker case correct?” Gil nods, “we figured out that her killer had to have had access to her house voluntarily so we’re suspecting that somebody from a utility company did it. We looked through her bills and found that the last utility person who came to her house was a man named Nigel Crane who works at Luna Cable.” He gives you both the man’s address and walks back towards his office. Warrick looks over at you, “let’s head out.”

You nod and follow him towards the van and get strapped into the passenger seat while he takes the driver's seat. Soon you’re both off towards Nigel’s house. During the drive you both remain in a comfortable silence as you think about the case. That is until you come to a weird realization and you look over at Warrick who’s focused on driving. “Hey isn’t Luna Cable the same company that did work on Nick’s tv?” Warrick glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. “Yeah it is now that I think about it,” he glances over at you again. “Do you think it’s a coincidence?”

You stare out at the road worriedly, “I hope so.” You suddenly feel warmth on your thigh and you look down to see Warrick's hand gently squeezing your thigh in a comforting manner. You look over towards him and see him staring at the road as he continues to drive. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm sure everything will be fine, it’s probably just a coincidence.” You smile at his comforting words and you can feel your worry wash away. You relax into your seat and gently put your hand over his and gently squeeze it with a small smile. “Thank you.” He smiles and glances over at you, “don’t mention it sweetheart.”

Soon, after another couple of minutes of comforting silence you reach Nigel Crane’s house. Warrick parks the van on the side of the road and you both get out and look at the house. “Well this is the place,” you say as you both start to walk down the driveway towards the house. As you get closer to the front door Warrick puts an arm in front of you, signaling for you to stop. You look over at him confused, “what’s wrong?” He points towards the front door, causing you to notice that it’s slightly ajar. You both look over at each other worriedly and prepare for the worst.

You walk towards the ajar door and knock on it, “Nigel Crane?” You call out with no response. You both glance at each other before Warrick opens the door further and you both take a step inside the house and you immediately notice that most of the lights are out and it’s completely quiet. “Nigel Crane are you here? We’re with the police, we’ve got some questions, we need to ask you about Jane Galloway!” Warrick calls out in the quiet house but he doesn’t get a response.

You look over at him confused, “maybe he’s not home?” Warrick glances around the room, “maybe, let's check all of the rooms just in case.” You nod as you both search around the first floor of the house and meet at the stairs leading to the second floor. “Maybe he’s upstairs taking a nap?” You suggest sarcastically. Warrick looks over at you with a smile. “Even after we’ve been calling out for him?” You smirk and shrug, “maybe he’s a heavy sleeper?” Warrick chuckles and shakes his head before you both head upstairs. You both continue to check the rooms but they’re all empty.

“Maybe he’ll be back later?” You suggest and Warrick nods. “I’ll call Gil and let him know that we can’t find him.” You nod as Warrick takes his phone out and tries to call Gil, but with no success. “Huh, guess the reception is bad in here,” he says. He nods over towards the balcony that one of the rooms seems to have. “I’ll try calling him out there and see if it's any better.” You nod as he walks out to the balcony and you look around the empty hallway, and notice that you both missed a room. You walk towards the door and quietly open it and look inside, only to see a large bed and a couple of dressers. “Huh, this must be the main bedroom,” you say to yourself as you take a couple of steps inside.

As you walk into the room you feel your body freeze and your eyes widen in surprise when you immediately notice what looks to be blood stains on the carpet. As you walk further into the room cautiously, and follow the blood stains you notice that the stains lead to a trash can that’s right beside the window. You walk towards the trash can and squat down and look inside of it, only to see a latex glove covered in blood. You suddenly hear a sound right behind you, but before you can turn your head to look at the figure or call out for Warrick you feel yourself being grabbed and thrown out the window.

It feels like the world slows down as you fall, like everything is moving in slow motion. You feel weightless as you fall, but you don’t even have enough time to scream before you feel the impact of the cold, hard ground. The next thing you know all you can feel is unbearable pain as your body crashes into the ground. You feel your chest burn with the feeling of the wind getting knocked out of you, and you see dots in your vision from the impact. Tears start to form in your eyes from the pain, causing your vision to get blurry.

“Y/N!” You hear Warrick scream your name, but his voice sounds distant, like he miles away. Through all of the pain you’re somehow able to find yourself turning your head, and through your blurry vision you can see Nigel Crane get in his car and drive off as Warrick sprints towards you at full speed until he finally gets to you. He drops to his knees as he reaches you, quickly assessing the state that you’re in. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he sees the state you’re in, causing you to finally try to move your head down so you can try and see just how badly you’re hurt.

Warrick notices and quickly moves one of his hands to your chin, so that you’re looking at him instead. When you make eye contact with him you can see that his eyes are full of worry and fear for your well-being. “Keep your eyes focused on me sweetheart,” He whispers, trying to keep you from looking at your injured body. You feel the tears in your eyes finally cascade down your cheeks as you whimper in pain, “everything hurts Warrick.” He gently wipes some of the tears off of your face, his voice shaky as he replies, “I know sweetheart, I know it hurts.”

He shakily grabs his police radio and talks into it. “Dispatch, requesting evac, officer down, we need emergency medical services.” He tells them your location and within seconds the dispatcher on the radio says, “backup and emergency medical services are on their way.” He places the police radio down, and turns all of his attention back towards you. “You hear that sweetheart? They’re on their way, everything’s gonna be okay.” His voice cracks through the middle of his sentence as tears of his own come to his eyes, causing your heart to shatter into a million pieces at the sight of him so worried and upset. He gently cups your face in his hands.  “Y-you’re gonna be okay,” he reassures you, but it sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself as well that you’ll be fine.

Your hand shakily moves to cup his cheek, “I-I guess we won’t be able to go on that date tonight huh?” Warrick chuckles ruefully and moves his hand to cover yours on his cheek. “D-don’t worry, we’ll go on that date later, when you get better.” You giggle sadly as well even though your chest burns every time you talk or take a deep breath. “I-I don’t think i’m gonna be able to make it to that date either way,” His breath catches at your words and shakes his head as tears run down his face faster and faster. “Don’t say that sweetheart, you’ll be fine,” 

As soon as he finishes his sentence, you can faintly hear sirens in the distance, the sound of them getting closer and closer almost like a sign of hope in your time of need. Warrick smiles gently as the sounds of the sirens get closer. “See?” He says shakily. “They’re almost here sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair, a gesture which has comforted you both multiple times in the past whenever either of you were upset or stressed. The sirens sound like they’re almost to you now. You smile up weakly at him and gently wipe some of the tears running down his face while he keeps his hand on top of yours as you feel yourself start to get sleepy. “I love you,” you whisper, knowing that this might be the last time you can say it to him.

His eyes widen at your words and he realizes what you’re trying to say. “I-I love you too sweetheart, y-you’re going to be okay.” At this point tears are streaming down his face as he continues to shakily run his fingers through your hair. He leans down and gently kisses your forehead as your eyes start to close. The last things you hear are the sirens getting extremely loud and Warrick sobbing. “Come on Y/N you can’t die on me, I-I need you. I can’t and don’t want to think about a life without you in it, I-I’ve still got so much I want to say to you and show you. Please, I love you.” And then everything fades away.

As you slowly rouse from your dreamless slumber, the first thing you notice is the sound of steady beeping and the buzzing sound of fluorescent lights. As your body and mind slowly continue to wake up, the next thing you notice is the smell of antiseptic. The next thing you notice is the feeling of a mattress under you, and what feels like a thin blanket covering you up to your midsection. And finally, before you open your eyes you notice the feeling of something large and warm on top of your hand. It feels familiar, like you’ve felt it somewhere before.

You slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings and realize that you’re in a room at the hospital. How long have you been here? How long have you been out? How badly hurt are you? Is Warrick okay? You feel your rushing thoughts come to a screeching halt at the thought of him and you feel your blood run cold. Is he okay? Is he safe? Oh god what if something happened to him after you passed out. The beeping on the heart monitor starts to spike as you continue thinking about Warrick and if he’s okay.

Your racing thoughts come to a pause when you feel something squeeze your hand and hear his soft voice. “Y/N?” You slowly look over to the left side of your bed and you finally see him. Warrick’s sitting in a chair right by your bed, His hand on top of yours. His eyes are wide and filled with surprise, happiness, and what looks to be tiredness? There are bags under his eyes. “W-Warrick?” you hoarsely call out to him.

Tears come to his eyes as you say his name and he gently squeezes your hand. “Y-You’re awake!” He smiles happily as tears run down his face, “how do you feel right now? Are you in any pain?” He asks, and you try to respond but your throat feels scratchy and dry as you try to talk, like you’ve been out in the desert for days without even a sip of water. He quickly notices and grabs a glass of water off of a little desk by your bed and gently raises the glass to your lips as you take multiple refreshing sips from the cup. When you’re done drinking he places the glass back down on the desk and turns back towards you.

Warrick smiles down gently at you, “i’m so happy that you’re awake, everybody was worried about you, The doctors weren’t sure when you were going to wake up, had us all real scared for a minute there. I-” He pauses, “o-on the ambulance ride here I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.” You feel his hand shake a little as he recalls the event. You gently squeeze his hand comfortingly and look him in the eyes. “I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, “a-at least I think i’m okay, I-I’m not really feeling any pain at all right now.” He smiles and nods and explains, “yeah the doctors said they gave you a couple of painkillers so you wouldn’t feel any pain when you woke up.”

You nod at his explanation, “so um-” you start, “what did the doctors say? What are my injuries?” He frowns at your question, “they said that you’ve got a concussion, two cracked ribs, and a sprained wrist. They also said that you were lucky that that was all you got from the fall. They said it could have been much worse.” His face darkens as he finishes his sentence, thinking about all the possibilities and how much worse it could have all been. You notice this and you gently squeeze his hand pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Are you okay?” You ask, worried that something might have happened to him after you passed out.

He smiles sadly at your worry and nods, “physically yeah, mentally not so much.” You brows furrow in worry and you gently squeeze his hand, letting him decide if he wants to talk about it right now or not. He smiles gently at the action and takes a deep breath. “When you passed out in my arms I-I thought you died. I thought that I had lost you, the most precious person in the world to me, a-and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He takes a staggering breath as his eyes get misty as visions of your injured body run through his mind. “I-I felt helpless, like I was losing you and there was nothing I could do to stop it. That no matter what I did you were going to be ripped away from me and I-I felt like a failure, that I failed to protect the person most dearest to me and it killed me inside. I felt like I had lost a part of myself when I thought you died.”

Tears started rolling down his face again and you felt tears of your own come to your eyes as your heart broke at the sight of him like this. You gently move your hand up to his face and gently wipe his tears away. Letting him know that you don’t plan on leaving his side anytime soon. He smiles gently at the action and he gently kisses the palm of your hand as thanks. “We um, we got him Y/N, Nigel Crane is in custody, He’s never going to be able to hurt anyone ever again.” You smile at the good news, “that’s great.” He smiles and leans down and gently kisses you. The kiss is soft and gentle, like he worries that if he makes any wrong moves you’ll shatter in his hands like glass. However, there is a sense of gentle passion as you both convey how worried you were for the other and how happy you both are that the other is okay. During the kiss he gently cups your face in his large hands. After a couple of seconds, he pulls away from you and smiles lovingly as you both lay your head against the others, neither of you ready to separate from the other yet.

 He smiles gently, “I love you, but don’t you ever scare me like that again you hear me?” You giggle and smile gently at his words, “I promise, I love you too.” He smiles at your promise and gently kisses your forehead and presses his face against the top of your head, “good.” His arms gently wrap around you, being wary of how fragile you are right now. You smile and feel yourself relax and melt into his loving embrace. “So about that date.”

[runawaymun]

Hey is there an elf headcanon you wanna rant about that's been tearing your heart out and using it as an embroidery tool? I feel like it's good for authors to get to air this out every so often.

this is has been sitting awhile just because I have been trying to figure out how to put the New Thought into words!

I've been thinking a lot lately about differences between Men and Elves and taking the consequences of what we know about how each interacts with Music to their logical end. So... this has somehow manifested in me thinking about how Elves build homes and decorate them vs how Men do. (and as per usual, this relates to Elrond and how he is different from everyone around him!)

Elves are super orderly and are bound to Arda and bound to their Themes...and they have all the time in the world to really think about their spaces and curate them. So I wouldn't say they're necessarily minimalist, but all of the decor is really built into the structure of the building -- especially for Noldorin Elves who like to Make Shit. So Elves don't really decorate with objects -- like, all of their objects are already inherently gorgeous in how they make them. Down to the silverware. So that's "decor" in a sense. But rather than clutter objects, you get beautifully wrought wall sconces and incredibly detailed murals -- stuff that got built into the building. And when it comes to soft items for making a space comforting, since they don't really spend hours on end sleeping and beds are more for relaxing & sex, and they don't feel temperature, I think they might just have like one or two pillows and one gorgeous coverlet and that's it.

Like they don't really get setting up objects around the room. But humans do it because we don't have the time to think so deeply and most of us don't necessarily build our own homes like that. We nest somewhere. So we bring in objects we love to surround ourselves with and sometimes it can get rather messy, and that's Really Weird to an elf. Especially if you're bringing in rocks/twigs/feathers etc. etc. because that has a home outside??? What are you bringing it inside for??? Leave it where it is???

And then this also brings me to Elves and clutter objects in general -- and collectables/gifts. And I can't remember if this is canon in Laws & Customs or something but I've just decided that you can't just give "raw materials" as a gift, short of flowers (but even then those ought to be arranged carefully into a nice bouquet). Like most Elves won't be mean if you hand them a cool rock you found but they'll just be confused.

Anyway this leads me to Elrond. I've already headcannoned that he has a level of nesting & bowerbird behavior from the Ainur genetics (What are Doriath and Mordor and Taniquetil but Big Nests? Rivendell = nest). And then, via Ainur have Bird Tendencies, that leads to bowerbird behavior of "I have a MATE and so thus I need to DECORATE" -- so naturally this leads to him absolutely going ham feral on Rivendell when he and Cel get married (hello pillows, hello blankets, hello clutter objects and ribbons and feathers etc etc. etc. oh Celebrian likes weaving?? Hi babe I bought you seven looms for your loom room!! Cel: "Wh--")

ANYWAY this brings me to the Mannish side of him, and I wonder how much of the decorating instincts are mannish. As well as the gifting instincts. And when he was younger he kind of learned that rocks & stuff aren't appropriate gifts. You gotta do stuff with that. And he just got super repressed about all of the collectibles and tried to keep that tamped down. Then Cel comes along and he starts leaving her rocks and she's like ????? and Gil's like that means he likes you. And once Cel gets the hang of this I think they make a great team. He collects cool shit and she does all of the crafting/carving/etc.

But yeah I've been thinking a lot about how Elves want things to be orderly, and how this might extend to even a room, and how each piece in that room is carefully designed and curated to be harmonious with everything else...and men, we just throw shit in there because We Like It.

[artzychic27]

Another random thought: Sparky and I have done a few of these, but I would love to see your take on the VK/AK kids meeting the Class of Heroes/Villainy gang, who are essentially alternate versions of their parents.

Roselle: *Squishing Ben's face* JULEKA! LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS! Don't you just wanna hug him?!

Julebeast: Sweetie, let him breathe... But, I agree, he is so fucking adorable.

Ben: Aw, thanks... This is gonna sound weird, but you remind me a lot of my parents.

Roselle: Well, as your stand-in parents for today-

Ben: I never agreed to that.

Roselle: We are going to tell you how your relationship with Mal is built upon lies.

-

Mireides/Juleficent: *Staring at Mal* ...

Mal: ...

Mireides: Let's uh... Let's never speak of this again.

Juleficent: That is completely fine with me.

Mal: Same.

-

King Marc: Well, I must say, your makeup work is resplendent. Your Prince is a lucky man.

Evie: Well, actually, I'm dating Dopey's son, Doug.

King Marc: ... You're joking, right?

Evie: No. He likes me for who I am and sees me for things other than my beauty.

King Marc: ... I don't understand the words you are saying. Does he see you for your vast riches?

Evie: No.

King Marc: Your royal status.

Evie: No! That's so shallow. He sees me for my intellect and my goal to become a successful fashion designer.

King Marc: ... Have you hit your head, dear?

-

Sleeping Nath: Look, I probably would have done the same.

Audrey: Really?

Sleeping Nath: Of course. Who wouldn't become a badass spell-caster with a just as badass song, and try to get revenge on the person who stole your significant other? And let me just say, you deserve so much better.

Audrey: Aaw! Thank you.

Sleeping Nath: No prob... *Falls asleep on the grass*

Audrey: ... I... Anyone?!... He just collapsed!

-

Gil: Dude! How much you bench?!

Kimton: How much does an oven weigh?

Gil: Awesome! You know, it's weird, you look a lot like my old man, down to the colors, and- Oh! Hey, babe!

Kimton: You've got a girlfriend?

Gil: Actually... *Harry makes his way over and kisses him on the cheek*

Harry: Hey, love. *Notices Kimton* Who's the musclehead?

Kimton: ...

Captain Reshma: I know, it's weird. But, queer pirates. * Taps Harry's hook with her own*

-

Uma: *Gripping on one Mylensula's tentacles* I'll ask again. Who's the most badass of the seven seas?

Mylensula: You are! Just let them go!

-

Darcy: *Putting Ivan Oogie in a headlock* I'll ask ya one more time, ya ant-stuffed potato sack! Who's the true scare master! HUH?!

Ivan Oogie: *Screaming* YOUR DAD!

Darcy: Yeah, that's right, he is! Don't YOU forget it!

-

Doctor Cabello: I've gotta say, sugar, your taste in fashion is impeccable.

Celia: Hey, you're not so bad yourself. Your shadow's got some spunk to it, though. But, I've gotta know, why are you dating that holy roller?

Doctor Cabello: I like to see him get all worked up whenever I "sin."

Celia: Okay, valid.

-

Zoé: You, uh... You really live up to your name.

Chad: What's that supposed to mean?

Zoé: Oh, nothing.

-

Carlos: JAY! HIDE ME! *Hides behind Jay while he's talking to Jafadrien*

Jafadrien: Wow. Rude much?

Jay: Bud, what's going on?

Carlos: I'm being chased by an evil, malevolent creature!

Jafadrien: *Looks to where he's pointing* That'sss jussst Mari. And she'sss more sssadissstic than malevolent, but you're on the right track.

Jay: Whoa, she looks like your mom.

Carlos: That's why I'm running!

-

Fairy GodBro: So, you're this world's version of me.

Fairy GodMother: You bippidi boppidi better believe it!

Fairy GodBro: Oh my gosh! You do that too?! Does it annoy everyone else?

Fairy GodMother: It's why I keep saying it.

Fairy GodBro: Oh, you and I are gonna have some fun.

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

[fritextramole]

a hidden gem, my own goldmine

part 1 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ~ Gil Scott-Heron

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal The revolution will not get rid of the nubs The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner Because the revolution will not be televised, brother

Chain Gang ~ Sam Cooke

Can't you hear them singing I'm going home one of these days

The Rebel Girl ~ Hazel Dickens

There are blue blood queens and princesses Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl But the only and thoroughbred lady Is the Rebel Girl

The Mesopotamians ~ They Might Be Giants

In Mesopotamia (No one's ever seen us) The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one's ever heard of our band) The land where we invisibly rule As the Mesopotamians

Myriad Harbour ~ The New Pornographers

(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city) Stranded at Bleecker and Broadway Looking for something to do

Which Side Are You On? ~ Work O’ The Weavers

Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on?

Thus Always To Tyrants ~ The Oh Hellos

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake

Twenty Five Miles ~ Edwin Starr

Now I'll be so glad to see my baby And hold her in my arms one more time, huh Now when I kiss her lips, I turn a back over flip And I forget about these feet of mine I got to keep on walking, hey

THE FRIEND SPACE ~ Ryan Woods

I really hope I don’t throw it away But you couldn’t imagine the way I feel And now I can’t see why You wouldn’t wanna be my baby I got all you need

Comin’ Down ~ Jackie Shane

What's wrong with me? I said it's a simple fact I don't believe you're ever comin' back

Even The Losers ~ Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Well, it was nearly summer we sat on your roof Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon And I showed you stars you never could see Babe, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me

Sylvias Mother ~ The Refreshments

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packin' She's gonna be leavin' today Sylvia's mother says Sylvia is marrying A fella down Galveston way

Hot & Heavy ~ Lucy Dacus

When I went away it was the only option Couldn't trust myself to proceed with caution The most that I could give to you is nothing at all The best that I could offer was to miss your calls

I Can’t Stand the Rain ~ Ann Peebles

I know you got some sweet memory But like the wind, ah, you ain't got nothing to say

Radio, Radio ~ Elvis Costello & The Attractions

They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio I wanna bite the hand that feeds me

Stairway to Heaven ~ Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for

Solidarity Forever ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers

We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn That the union makes us strong

American Idiot ~ Green Day

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay In television dreams of tomorrow

9 to 5 ~ Dolly Parton

There's a better life And you think about it, don't you? It's a rich man's game No matter what they call it And you spend your life Putting money in his wallet

Stop! In The Name Of Love ~ The Supremes

I watch you walk down the street Knowing your other love you'll meet But this time before you run to her Leaving me alone and hurt (Think it over) After I've been good to you

5AM ~ Amber Run

We run into a dark room And we spasm to the sounds Of a copy of Morrissey Or the blues of the Deep South

Val Kilmer ~ Bowling For Soup

So when you walk down that red carpet I hope you trip and fall I hope someone squirts you with a water gun A super soaker filled with pee

There’s A Ghost In My House ~ R. Dean Taylor

I can't hide (Ghost in my house) From the ghost of your love that's inside You're still such a part of me (Ghost in my house) Still so deep in the heart of me (Ghost in my house)

[spacehostilityy]

NNT Rewatch s2ep7-12 !!

(Still from my drafts! Just moved back to college yesterday and today and classes start tomorrow. Wish me luck! My schedule sucks this year so I'll need it lol)

man this is flying by!! but lucky me, the druids’ holy land arc is one of my favorites

King learning throughout this season that not only does he need the other Sins, but they need and love him is so sweet. I just love the character development they all go thru this season

draw him like one of your french girls ~~

I love that Matrona has purple eyes like Diane, the small details really make it

I actually NEED to know what Monspeet and Meliodas’s relationship was prior to his betrayal. “I can’t believe HE’S the one who sensed us” ?? Whats that about🤨 also zeldris and monspeet seem to have been in good terms, like were they all friends?

I don’t know how its possible, but Monspeet’s voice is even hotter in spanish

I love that despite galand not being able to lie, they still don’t believe his stories lol

KAJSDKWUDFL I forgot how shocked i was with the reveal that Merlin stole Mel’s power i just love the druid training arc sm

theyre so silly i love them

do we know why jenna and zaneri don’t have wings? are they just hidden with magic or something??

okie so apparently they’re just inhabiting human bodies and their real bodies had wings. found this on the wiki, do we know where the info comes from?

WAIT do jenna and zaneri know elizabeth?? Like KNOW her?

HAHAHA this part always destroys me

ngl the best thing seven deadly sins as an narrative does is portray the intense agony and trauma from mel and ellie’s curses

anyway... the fact that Meliodas and Zaratras were of equal rank when they met is kinda funny

the absolute horror on meliodas’s face when he hears liz is just PERFECT

liz is so slay she’s everything i want elizabeth liones to be

King: uhh hey jenna...🥺 what are you planning to have us do in there😓

Jenna: isnt it obvious??? 🤨 rigorous training 😤😤

the way they cut btwn scenes of meliodas abt to lose it and him and liz being happy is just so well done

I love that they were trying to get Meliodas to abandon his emotions to keep his rage in check and then when he actually has no emotions we find out that he’s straight up evil and much, MUCH worse than before lol

the tears pooling on their insanely pointy chins always gets me lol. but also mel just violently sobbing and then suddenly being fine. Mans has serious issues with repression that can def be drawn to his daddy issues

BAN/ZHIVAGO ARC😭😭😭 a few observations: Ban is very clearly influenced by Zhivago’s style, like the clothes are so similar, the fact that they sent Ban to Aberdeen prison and his favorite is Aberdeen ale makes me think he associates it with his dad, Zhivago was hot, Ban mirrors Zhivago’s words to him to Elaine, Zhivago tells Ban to never trust humans and the only humans he ends up trusting are Escanor and Jericho, zhivago has lived in misery about the deaths of his children for almost 40 years :(

idk why this is one of my fave arcs it’s literally just angst lol

gil and howzer as boyfriends. Discuss.

seeing gowther fight hand to hand is actually pretty cool, i had assumed he was weak like king but he can hold his own

how did king not clue in when galand literally opened with “Meliodas its been such a long time” like BABE CMON

BAN TELLING JERICHO SHE’S HIS WALLET 😭😭

meliodas just mocking king for his lack of wings is always funny. nothing like a dick joke to make you feel better after Zhivago’s death

I HAVE to do a meliodas self hatred/relationship to being a demon post, i have so many thots

I LOVE WHEN HE GOES TO SEE THE 10 COMMANDMENTS HES SO BADASS

monspeet shielding Derieri from the rocks with his cape🥺

melascula is so sassy i love her

estarossa is my deranged babygirl i love him. that fucking freak

I JUST KNOW TAIZOO AND THAT LITTLE TWINK ARE FUCKING

taizoo is a bottom.

meliodas somehow has 15 year old rizz. like the fucking blond boys.

(not so) fun fact: Elaine is my mom’s name so its a little weird

nakaba’s size kind seriously needs to be studied

ESCANORRRRRR

okie doke that’s it join us next time !!

[queenmeriadoc]

How about an normal/domestic ask AND an unhinged ask?

What are your headcanons for Brimby's morning routines (either show canon or Merryverse canon)?

Also, what is the best way you can think of to charm/annoy/bewilder Gil-Galad all at the same time? Preferably as unhinged as possible 😁

I’ll pretend that elves actually sleep at night, he would wake up early, like super early, he washes himself, like a light wash, face and armpits you know, then he makes breakfast, some fruit and some coffee, maybe some tea depending what is in the mood for. He usually gets dressed after he has eaten.

In my little universe, merryverse whatever, he wakes, I wanna me, but might sound weird to someone who has no idea what the merryverse is, anyway, he wakes me up usually after he had washed himself, and makes breakfast for both of us.

I know I make it seem like I can’t cook for shits, but I went to cooking school here in Norway and I wanted to be pastry chef, I can’t cook without a recipe though

Ones all that is than, everyone is dressed and ready for the day, we walk hand in hand to forge!

Now the best way to charm/annoy/bewilder Gil-Galad, first of all I would never call him my King, I like to think I would at some point be like “but you are not my king” when he demanded me to do something, what I would call him is Gil, pretty boy, Golden Boy, because he wears mostly gold you know, on the occasion his hair gets out of place I would go up to him and fix it, like putting it behind his ear, which usually makes him blush.

Honestly I would try to make him laugh with dumb jokes all the time, he is very serious and his job is definitely very stressful so he definitely need someone to just make him relax a little, not take him too seriously. And just be there to listen if he needs to vent.

Every time I see him I would wink at him. Like he is being very serious and then I come in and be like 😉😏 “hey babe”, it takes him so long to ask what babe means tho

He knows I’m attracted to him, because I imagine myself being like “oh my god he is gorgeous” when I first meet him, just a little bit too loud. Everyone hears it.

[koolkat9]

5,12, 2

Hey babe, Hetalia ask game dropped!

2. Who are your favorite Hetalia artists? Why?

Teethhoarder. Not only are they an amazing writer but they are also an amazing artist. Their art style is so soft and their asking-gereng blog is a treasure trove for GerEng!

Sunnylolli: The best thing to ever happen to us dad Arthur fans. Their art is so expressive and I love their focus on familial dynamics though the occasional ship gets thrown in every now and then. Like Teeth, they are also an amazing fic writer.

@Idc8whatever (twitter): I just recently found this artist on twitter. Again, love how expressive their art style is and this time they primarily make content for my fav ship!

@enderwasended (I can't access their blog for some reason, but I still want to include them): They have such a cute style but their comics often tug at my heart strings too. I especially love their GerEng DBH AU.

Rozenne Knight: They make such good Arthur art. And they ship GerEng which is always a bonus in my book.

Redd: I just love how they draw hair. And they're so kind too. Their WIP they've been sharing with us in the GerEng discord server is mindblowing.

Roszabell: They way they draw Mattie is perfect.

Thathetaliablog: One of, if not, my absolute favourite Arthur artist. They draw him exactly how I picture him and its glorious.

ashafox: They come up with amazing aus and I also love how they draw Mattie.

5. Opinions on how accurately your country is depicted?

Considering almost every Canadian fan I've talked to relates to him deeply in some way (including myself) I guess I have to say its accurate. But I feel he's too pathetic sometimes, specifically in the anime. And I hate the joke that he's always forgotten keeps coming up in the anime. Okay maybe I have more issue with the anime depiction compared to the manga because the latest chapters he's in I loved!

Now fandom depictions...that's a whole other can of worms. Sometimes I like fanon way better than canon because they expand on his character more than the show/manga does. Other times fanon completely ruins his character making his only character traits uwu must protect uke stereotype with depression (and usually suicidal thoughts). Don't get me wrong, I love giving these characters issues, but to make that his whole personality annoys me. Luckily most of those characterizations have been left in the past. Also Mattie should be taller than Gil. There was so much fanart with Mattie being the smaller one and it was one of my petty pet peeves. Still is tbh.

12. What film gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

answered here

[madsnowstorm]

take it easy | B. Bradshaw

An argument ensues over the perfect roadtrip snack.

A/N: a long-ish commute and the eagles inspired this one. you might get a cavity from how sweet this is...and i do not apologize. hope you enjoy!

The trees were zooming past you in a blur. The light of the day was fading and the sky was turning a dusty shade of blue. Bradley was in the driver's seat beside you, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. You were humming the last few notes of the Taylor Swift song that was playing, but your mind was occupied by thoughts of how you ended up in the passenger seat of your Toyota RAV4, heading down I-95. 

It all started three days before. You and Bradley were sitting on the couch. He was working on his laptop while you were grading essays. An old episode of CSI was flashing across the TV. 

“Let’s get away this weekend.” Bradley spoke up. You looked up from the green ink you just applied to the sheet in your lap. His laptop was turned toward you. There were a few tabs open. The page he had pulled up was for an AirBnb in Savannah, Georgia. “We still have that AirBnb gift card Mav got me for my birthday. You’ve got a three day weekend coming up. I can take a few days off.”

“I don’t know, babe.” You said hesitantly. The man beside you frowned and it tugged at your heart like it always did. “Three days just doesn’t feel like enough time. We’d spend more time asleep and in the car than we would exploring.” The voice of Gil Grissom explaining the natural habits of some sort of insect filled the air as both you and Bradley sat thinking on his proposal. You needed to pause the episode, but we’re too distracted by thoughts of a getaway with the man you loved.

“Then take a day off. You haven’t taken a single personal day since we’ve been together.” His voice was gentle, but without emotion. You could tell he was giving you the space to think through his suggestion, without steamrolling you with emotions. That’s how you knew he really wanted it. Bradley could act like a child, bouncing with anticipation when he wanted something. But when he really wanted something? He was quiet and collected.

“How much longer?” You sounded like one of your students when they were working on an assignment they weren’t overly fond of. The travel part of vacation had never been your favorite. You were far too impatient for long car rides or waiting in uncomfortable chairs at the airport. 

“Well, my darling,” Bradley was amused by your restlessness. You could hear it in his voice. “About four more hours.” You looked at him, a smirk on your face.

“So, more like three hours.” His squadron, both in Virginia and those from his detachment in California, loved to give him shit about how slow he was in the air. Clearly they’d never been on land with him while he was behind the wheel. The man was the definition of pedal to the metal.

“You know me so well.” The current song was a random 80’s hair band that was a little too loud. You quickly found the volume knob and turned it two clicks to the left. 

“Not well enough.” Between the random songs that he kept requesting and the small can of Pringles in the cupholder next to his cup of gas station coffee. You’d taken a sip of it earlier. It wasn’t the best in the world, but you knew the caffeine would do its job. “I still can’t believe you think Pringles are an appropriate road trip snack.”

“Says the girl who went absolutely feral over fucking Twizzlers.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth. “At least my snack actually tastes good.”

“Hey! Don’t knock Twizzlers. They’re the perfect snack for a road trip. No crumbs, no stickiness, and they’re easy to eat while driving. What’s not to love?” Bradley looked at you with one eyebrow raised. Clearly, in his mind, you’d lost your mind.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re chewing a strip of tire that tastes like medicine?” He was laughing now and you couldn’t find it in you to care that it was all because of you. He was so handsome like this, carefree and joking. 

You wanted so desperately to reach across the console and smack a kiss right on his kissable mouth, to taste the coffee on his lips. The need to slide your hands underneath the hem of his t-shirt and drag your nails over his abs was great. You flexed your fingers to try and gain some sort of control. The car was suddenly too warm. You adjusted the air vents on both your left and right, then made sure the temperature was as low as it could go.

“You hot?” Were you hot? Was lava hot? Was the sun hot? Yes. Yes. Yes. You reached for your bottle of water that you put at your feet and took a large gulp.

“I think I need a little fresh air.” Without any hesitation, Bradley opened the window a few inches. A look of concern took over his features. There was a burst of affection and tenderness in your chest. “I’m fine, baby. Promise.” You let some air flow over your face and then rolled your window back up. “All better now!” You announced. You weren’t much better. You still need Bradley, on you, around you, in you. It would have to wait though. The thought made you want to pout, but before you could do so the man who was driving you crazy shouted.

“I love this song!” He reached to turn up the volume. The chords of Take it Easy by the Eagles flowed out of the speakers. Bradley began to sing along with the song. His voice was raspy and smooth and  somehow both a soothing balm and gasoline to a fire. In all your life you’d not felt this type of love. It was all consuming.

“And I love you, baby.” You said. He kept singing, but the smile on his face rivaled the light of  a burning star. You’d never be tired of telling him how you felt. Not when he loved hearing those words so much. “Weird road trip snacks and all.”

[whitesilverandmercury]

ff7 fic: (a)chronology of now [ 2 / ?? ]

timeline · ff7 chronology project

song pairings · francis forever, mitski / citizen/soldier, 3 doors down / the girl, city & colour / rule #9 - child of the stars, fish in a birdcage / happy just to know, tommy ashby, lydia clowes / boys club, ivory hours, luke roes / pretty boy, lennon stella / in darkness we trust, deadly circus fire / you're not alone, saosin / guilty hands, the senate / she, dodie / remind me to forget you, seafret / i've got this friend, the civil wars

content · profanity, allusions to / sexual content, blood, drug use

ships · zerith, clerith, zakkura, zack/aerith/cloud

chapter 2 / THE UNKNOWN JOURNEY AWAITS

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october [ ν ] - εγλ 0007 

He’s on a tree-lined street and the trees are glowing. They’re not trees. They’re streetlights or whatever wants to be a streetlight when it grows up. Look, a flower shop. (                          ) flower shop. Cloud is getting distracted. Chittering filament in electric store signs, twisted into word shapes like balloons twisted into animal shapes it’s so fucking loud can everyone just shut the fuck up? Someone drags a corrugated panel down over a window click click click click like emptied chambers. Go home he’s going, fuck. (        ) on the corner fixing her braid. Keep moving go back he’s staring at a wall with so many broken bones little scales layers of teeth gotta get back (      ) waiting Not teeth, fliers. A public bulletin board at the station. Papers slipping and flapping in the heave of wind from trains coming, going. Ads. Arrival/departure. City map. Hell-ooo are you in there? Lost cat. Lost child. A dog with a soldier’s helmet. (      ) puts a hand on his shoulder babe let’s go home hey buddy watch where you’re going He’s going home home home what do angels dream of?

Someone’s singing. Someone’s cooking mako derivative in a pipe in the alley (      ) cooking dinner for them, Mom’s recipe hold your fire! The fuck you staring at gotta get back get back where? Home home home. Where is (     )? Fire. Alley bricks, such a lovely texture under his hand, one glove off and shoved in his belt for safekeeping mommy what’s on his face I miss you more than anything Sir are you OK? Spent clips. I think you’re bleeding welcome to the undercity bitch Fire. (    ) laughing sunlight. (     ) laughing gunfire. Ads. Arrival/departure. Map. Lost child. Lost. Sir are you a living legacy? Dog with a soldier’s helmet. Fucking hilarious. He’s laughing about it. Hell-ooo? (       ) is waiting at home or the church (       ) says meet at the station. He’s waiting. Heave of wind, trains coming, going, someone’s picking through the trash at the corner, someone’s nailing down scrap metal roof shingles, children are scrubbing cobbled stone for chump change, can we go home, someone’s arguing with a clothesline three stories up mommy he has a (gun) big sword! Blood on the blade. Blood and dirt and rain. Give (            ) kiss for me. Green glow at the belly of a sidewinder alley busted pipe arrival/departure. Home. Cloud rubs at his face, rubs at brick, lost cat. Lost fire. Lost flower. Losing baby teeth. Lost blood. (       ) lost. Lost (        ). Lost a gil, heads up for good luck? Lost his cookies. I miss you. More than anything. Waiting. One hand still naked, one hand out trying to close his fist on the windshear of trains coming trains going trains coming trains going where are they going? Where are they leaving him behind for? Let’s go home. 

“Cloud—”

Cloud blinks. He turns to look, dirty hair dancing in and out of his face in the gust of a passing train. (      ) is elbowing her way through strangers. (She) calls his name again, dark hair swishing like the tail of a fish swimming upstream, futile and trying like it isn’t. (Tifa?) grabs his arm. “Cloud?” Her voice breaks. “Cloud, it’s me—” Tifa’s eyes, flicking around his face. Stop, he’s dizzy. Stop. They sit on the curb. Do angels dream of dying? Tifa is turning his arms over in her lap, looking for something. “Cloud, whose blood is that?” Thumb, tracing his veins. “OK, I’m just gonna ask, all right? You’ll understand.” Sure. “Are you using it?” Currents of people swim past them with or without second glances if even first glances. Tifa, snapping her fingers for his attention. “Mako. Are you self-injecting?” Not like it would matter, he’s got years of mako in him already. He’s First Class. SOLDIER. Wait, no, Tifa—ex. Ex-SOLDIER. The SOLDIER is dead. 

Tifa stares. Swims. She says, “Let’s go home, Cloud.” 

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september [ μ ] - εγλ 2000 

On the same stretch of upper dock where drill weekends are called, uniformed boys and men graduating from boot camp stand in formation listening to SOLDIER’s recruitment program introduction. The speech is led by Angeal, First Class. One of the Big Three. Or—the Big Two, now. Cloud was all nerves and fast heart but Sephiroth does not make an appearance. Angeal’s voice booms. Each new infantry member will engage in a baseline screening, with the sort of advanced biotechnology Shinra’s Science Department pioneers. Eligible candidates will be notified, invited to apply for the program. No Genesis, not for a while now, apparently. No Sephiroth, just Angeal walking and rewalking the same line before them, arms crossed, in the dull green overcast so close to the central reactor. Behind him—Zack Fair, Second Class. Mentee of the second most elite of the elite. Standing there all messy dark hair and hip cocked, manning the digital tablet from which presentation slides are cast to the projector which casts them huge and holographic against a backdrop of sleek topside buildings, Midgar expressway arching its back across a dark sky. Scary good, Cloud has overheard, more often than bitter infantry saying Puppy or Angeal’s Bitch. Zack Fair, scary good, on his way to First Class already, and unaware as is most everyone else how soon he will be filling the space Genesis left. This could be any one of them, Angeal says. This could be any one of you. 

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june [ ν ] εγλ 0001 

He thinks of all the ways she says his name and all the ways she could.

Zack.

High in pitch, even in tone, placing it between them like a flower. 

Za~ack!

Lilted by laughter. Gilded with giggles.

—Zack! 

Surprised. He’s given her a play-scare. He’s tripped in public. His name in her mouth pivots up halfway through, punctuated by a pout.

Zack.

Slanted down firm. Under her breath. He’s done something dumb, said something dumber. Sometimes one of the somethings is at least cute and she’s trying not to smile. Sometimes she’s the cute one and she’s flustered, she’s giving him a light shove and he’s laughing. 

Za~ck!

They’re in the market. She’s calling a puppy back to her side. Her hand is on the back of his arm or her finger hooked in the loop of his SOLDIER belt. 

Zack .

They’re leaning nose to nose in a contest of flirting stubbornness, daring the other to give in first. 

Za—!

Half his name. They’re half-wrestling. She’s winning. Her hair is messy and her triumphant grin is the sun. 

Zack.

When Tseng has just left. When Tseng is just arriving. When she knows more than he does. 

Zack—!

He’s heaved open the church doors, she’s turning with a whip of the braid and eyes green as a wildflower ready to bloom. 

…Zack.

Quiet, gentle upturn of a question with no answer yet. Face open like a cupped palm, her smile faint but as present as the heart line curling through the middle. 

Zack? 

Short, sweet, beckoning his attention.

Zack…

Breathy. Soft. Warm. The tension of a gasp in reverse. 

Alone in his First Class dorm, he touches himself. 

—

[ μ ] - εγλ 1989

She’s dreaming of dying bees, the tickle of wings and legs and stingers. Lots of flowers. The bees crawl up the stems and onto her fingers, up her hands and onto her arms. She doesn’t know how to explain what a bee is. They bite. They leave little dots up her wrists like the Doctors’ needles and she sits in her dream garden trying to peel up the edges of medical tape but it’s too hard. Aerith wakes up crying, she hates the Doctor room so blue and gray and blinking screens on the walls, she wants to be back in the room with Mommy. “Hey,” says the boy with silver hair and a knit sweater, reading a book in a seat against the wall. “At least she’ll be back soon.” What’s he doing here? “Checkup.” What’s he reading? Awkwardly, a pause. He says, “About bees.” 

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june [ ν ] - εγλ 0001

The first time he calls her Sunshine like Mom calls her Honey, a flustered warmth blooms in Aerith’s face and her stomach pinches. She wants to push him, she says What? You’re silly, Zack. He’s in a squat beside her, he’s laughing like he’s not nervous at all. “Nah!” He gestures, nods, props his elbows on his knees. His eyes, bright from mako and brighter from something else more pure. “It’s because flowers can’t grow without sunshine. Plus, you’re always sunshine on my rainy days.” 

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[jimblejamblewritings]

where deserts meet oceans | part 2.

Summary: (Y/N) is Uma’s sister and dating Jay. When he leaves for Auradon, (Y/N) wonders if she’ll ever see her Prince Charming again, and if he was really worth it in the first place?

Pairing: Jay x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You were out with Gil getting supplies. Harry and Uma were back on the ship scheming. Harry found out Mal was back, with no one to protect her, and they had big plans. You and Gil, being not the best schemers, were sent on the supply run. The two had all the supplies and were now at the only market stall in town that had somewhat fresh eggs, Gil had run out.

“Hey, I know you.” You heard Gil say to whoever he was talking to. Your back was turned as you looked for any sweets from Auradon that weren’t more than a few days past their expiration date.

“Uh, no you don’t man.”

“Yeah, you do. I know you. You’re Carlos, and Evie, and Jay, and King Ben… wait, you’re King Ben.”

Jay? You moved from the back of the stall up towards the entrance where Gil was. Sure enough was Mal’s gang, without Mal.

“Jay?”

Your boyfriend turned back to see you standing next to Gil. Jay slowly walked toward you before engulfing you in tight hug.

“(Y/N),” he said kissing the top of your head that was covered by his beanie.

“Um, I’m gonna go back and let Uma know. I’ll leave you to um, whatever.” Gil tapped your shoulder and then ran off. You were grateful that this was one of the few times he had sense.

With the initial shock of seeing Jay gone, you were upset. You started crying in his arms.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

You tried to push him away, unsuccessfully. “You left me!”

You tried to push him again. Your hands were hitting his chest, not doing any damage, as tears streamed down your face. Jay just stood there and took it all. He knew he was in the wrong.

“You left me, you left me, you left me. Were you ever going to come back? If Mal hadn’t left? You forgot about me, Jay!”

“Um, so Jay, we’re going to go now. It was nice seeing you, (Y/N).” Carlos and the others ducked out probably to Mal’s hideout, leaving you and Jay to work out your problems.

Jay held the sides of your face, his thumbs wiped away your tears. “I swear on everything I would never forget you.”

“Were you ever going to come back?”

Jay was quiet.

“I knew it.”

“It has nothing to do with you. I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to.”

“You seemed to have no problem six months ago. Six months, Jay. Harry said I should’ve left you.”

“Hook never liked me anyway. I don’t like the Isle but I would’ve come back for you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been gone so long.” Jay hugged you again.

You walked hand in hand with Jay all the way to Mal’s hideout. Carlos, Evie, and Ben were outside.

“Any luck?” Jay asked as you got closer.

Ben held up his beast ring to answer Jay’s question. Evie got up from her seat on the lower steps leading up to the hideout.

“That’s it. I’m going in.”

You leaned into Jay and kissed his shoulder before kissing his cheek. “You guys need to hurry and get Mal. Especially before someone notices King Ben here. I’ve got to go back to the shoppe now, I still have half our supplies on me. Trust me, hangry and bored pirates are the last thing you want.”

Jay laughed picturing the crew trying to combat boredom.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“What, Jay?”

“I’m taking you off this Isle, now.”

“I can’t just leave my crew like that.”

“At least talk to them about coming? I’ll stop at the restaurant before we have to go back.”

“Okay, Jay.” You kissed him once more and walked back towards your mother’s restaurant.

You entered the chip shoppe as Harry exited. “Hello, lassie.”

“You seem extra happy today, Hook.”

“Oh today’s a joyous time it is, not just for you. It’s great, (Y/N)!”

You laughed as Harry skipped down the road. You went into the lower deck of the ship and started to put up the supplies. The storage was your domain, you liked it all looking a certain way. As you reached into your basket, you felt something soft. You pulled out the soft thing to see it was a cloth wrapping something. Jay must’ve slipped it in, there was no way you or Gil  would have bought this.

You weren’t even sure if this fabric was sold anywhere on the Isle. You unwrapped the cloth to see a bag of Auradon sweets, fresh ones, and some chocolate bars. Jay would listen to you go on and on about trying real, good Auradon candy. He actually brought you some. You were going to share with the rest of the crew. You finished putting up the supplies and popped a gumball in your mouth. You went to the upper deck.

“Sis! You’ve got to try this candy. On all seven seas it’s so good, hey Ben… Ben?”

In front of you was King Benjamin. And he was tied to one of the sail posts on the ship. Uma came from around the post, having finished tying the knot to keep Ben in place. She reached into the bag you were holding and threw down a handful of sweets.

“Ooh, you’re right. This is good.”

“Um, what’s this?”

“Hmm? Oh, King Benjamin.”

“Uma, I can clearly see that. What is he doing here?”

“We nicked him, oh, and you’re on first watch while I go meet Mal.”

You had no other words. The VKs were going to be pissed. Mal would not take her boyfriend’s kidnapping lightly. Uma knew that. It’s the same way she would feel about Harry or you about Jay.

“What are we hoping to accomplish here, Uma?”

“How else are we supposed to get the Isle help.”

Somewhere deep down, you felt your sister was right. Nothing had happened for the Isle in six months. Nothing was going to happen. They hadn’t even come back for more kids to send to Auradon. And up until Mal dragged her back to the Isle, Maleficent was still a lizard. They hadn’t even sent her back to Isle.

“Okay. I’ll watch him. I just hope you know what you’re doing Uma.”

“Yeah… I hope I do too.”

You pulled up a crate and took a seat in front of Ben. You offered him the bag of sweets before realizing he couldn’t reach for anything. You grabbed some gummy worms and fed it to him before returning to your crate.

“Sooo… how you doing, Ben?”

“Just great.” Auradon still had the art of sarcasm you could see.

“Was kidnapping me really necessary?”

“My sister has a slight thing for drama.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“You can’t blame her. We all just want what’s best for the Isle. You and Auradon are the ones that refuse to come around and help. Couldn’t even get my boyfriend to come back after six months over there.”

“You know he never shut up about you. I know that doesn’t make up for him not visiting but you were the only one on his mind. The only one, and I can see why. You seem like a very lovely girl.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere. I might not be a good pirate but I’m not stupid. Sorry, my one job is keeping you tied here.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“You tried.”

“I wasn’t joking about him talking about you.”

You looked back at the rest of the Isle, towards the restaurant where Uma should be negotiating with Mal right now. You somehow knew Ben was right. And you hoped that your sister’s plan works so you could get back to Jay.

“What did they say?” You asked Uma as she got back aboard the ship.

“They’re bringing me the wand.”

“You did it?”

“You sound like you have no faith in me.”

“You’re a daughter of Ursula, aren’t you? I’ll always have faith in you.”

Uma smiled.

“Congrats, Beastie Boy. This worked out better than I thought. We won’t even have to give you a black eye.”

You just nodded at Ben as he looked at Uma wide-eyed. She was being completely serious, if Mal hadn’t caved so easily Uma would be forced to play her hand. And unfortunately for Ben, he would’ve been that hand. You were thrilled, of course. A bruised and bloodied king probably wouldn’t help you leave the Isle.

“Uma, I saw Jay today.”

“I know, that’s where you got the candy.”

“He asked me to go back to Auradon.”

“I know.” Your sister stopped you. “I figured that’d be the first thing he’d ask when you saw each other again.”

You hugged Uma tightly, “I already said I can’t leave my crew.”

Your sister hummed but said nothing else as she hugged you.

“Okay, get some shut eye. They come back tomorrow at noon. I can take over watching him from here.”

(Part 3)...

[iliumheightnights]

Bird Set Free | Ben Florian x Male Reader

Fandom: Descendants Pairing: Ben Florian x Male Reader Summary: A jealous Audrey comes after Ben’s boyfriend.

A/N: Another co write with my amazingly talented friend @inhumanshadows​. If you haven’t checked them out what are you waiting for!? …

Ben had caught your eye the moment you stepped out of the limbo from the isle.

You were one of the first vk's to arrive in Auradon.

At the time Ben was dating Audrey so you didn't think you had any chance.

That changed after the big turney game when he asked you privately if you wanted to go on a date with him.

That shocked you first off because he was a prince/future king and you were a villain kid.

Secondly you were a guy. You hadn't expected Ben to be into guys.

You said yes of course. Who wouldn't want to go on a date with Ben.

The date went great and you enjoyed it.

During the whole coronation debacle, you helped Mal and them stop Maleficent.

Once everyone was unfrozen, Ben pulled you into a kiss in front of everyone.

That was a surprise to everyone, but who was going to challenge the king and his boyfriend who just stopped maleficent? No one that's who.

While Adam was shocked he wasn't disappointed and Belle was really supportive of you two.

Ben's parents were your biggest supporters. "Love is love."

While the kingdom had accepted you two relatively easy, one person did not. Audrey.

You had a feeling Audrey wouldn’t like it. 

But you figured she wouldn’t be too mad for long.

At least that’s how it seemed. Especially when she left school for a little “wellness retreat.”

Then the mess with Uma happened. 

You knew she spelled Ben and that any actions he made weren’t consciously his own.

The entire cotillion was...intense.

You didn't let Uma use Ben any more than she had.

You quickly pulled Ben in for a kiss and pressed your lips to his.

There was a spark and energy there that you felt every time you kissed.

Pulling back, Ben smiled at you and you could tell it had worked. He wasn't spelled anymore.

Uma and Mal then got into a fight over her spell book.

After everything settled down the two of you enjoyed the rest of your night.

However there was still a part of you that was hurt seeing Ben with someone else even if it wasn't his doing.

Luckily, Ben quickly made sure that YOU were the one for him.

That led to him proposing to you with a promise ring a week later.

...

You said yes to that right away. No way were you letting that pass by you.

Of course, Audrey wasn't happy with that. But who cares, what could she do?

-You didn’t care. You were engaged and had much more pressing matters to attend to.

-Now the whole kingdom was just in your face about really anything and everything.

“when’s the wedding?!”

“How are you adjusting to life as the prince’s boyfriend??”

It was that constantly and it gets old quickly.

So you just focused on Ben and your friends. 

Evie insisted on designing yours and Ben’s wedding outfits. 

“I mean I won’t tell you no Evie.”

You had to remind everyone that it was only a promise ring and not an actual engagement ring. No one seemed to care.

Honestly with you two, it really was more of an engagement ring.

But that was for another day. Today was Jane's birthday.

Ben had some last minute work to finish so you went ahead of him.

"(M/N)! It's good to see you."

"Ben's on his way. He just had to finish something first. He's sorry for being late."

She waved you off. "No worries."

Then someone you hadn't expected showed up.

Audrey.

She was dressed differently and had maleficent staff.

That wasn't good.

Audrey laid her eyes on you and a wicked smile came over her face.

That REALLY wasn't good.

"Jane, go. Run!"

Jane nods and hightails it out of there.

Audrey starts to sing “Happy birthday” as waves of green smoke wash over the party area, all the guests falling into a cursed sleep.

You brace for an inevitable sleep... but it never comes.

Audrey stands before you, smile on her face.

“A sleeping curse is too good and too easy for you. I have other plans.”

She bangs the bottom of the staff on the ground and you’re surrounded by smoke.

Magic flows over you and when it clears... everything is bigger.

“Well aren’t you a pretty bird...” Audrey says before vanishing. 

You run to the edge of the lake and see that she turned you into a raven.

A raven. Of course she turned you into a raven, just like diaval.

Your first instinct is to panic. You're currently a bird when just five seconds ago you were human.

After calming down a bit you realize the next best thing to do is go after Ben.

Ben! If this is what Audrey did to you what would she have done to Ben!?

Without another thought you flap your new wings and try your best to fly.

It's not pretty at first but you figure it out and soon are flying to your future husband.

When you do reach Ben...it's not fun.

Audrey had changed him as well, but instead of a bird he was a beast. Just like his dad.

When you tried talking with him you hoped he would be like how his dad was as a beast...or at least as you had been told.

You figured you'd get to talk with him and figure out a way to stop Audrey.

Ben tried to eat you.

Apparently Audrey's curse made Ben an actual full beast and not just looking like one.

There was only one thing left to do...find help!

Finding help wasn't easy. Everyone was either asleep or turned to stone!

Fairy godmother? Stone. Belle and Adam? Asleep.

Luckily you found Mal and them, along with Uma, Gil and Harry.

Unluckily, they just thought you were a raven.

Harry kept shooing you and threatening to hit you with the hook.

Gil wanted to pet you. So that wasn’t too bad.

And the others either thought you were gross or just a dumb bird. 

Gil proves to have the braincell for the group when he suggested giving whatever made Dude the dog talk to you.

Mal did it to “make the conversation change”

"Finally! I've been trying to get your attention forever!"

They all go wide eyed when you're voice comes out of the bird.

 "Yes it's me. (M/N). Audrey turned me into a raven and I went to find Ben but she changed him into a beast! You gotta help me save Ben!"

 Of course, even though you were a bird, Ben is a king, your boyfriend and a beast right now. You were helping him first.

 "Oh and Gil...can you scratch my head again?"

What? It felt good.

 Then Jay, Harry, Gil and Carlos went with you to find your boyfriend.

You guys find beast ben and slowly try to get his attention.

He turns and stalks towards you all.

He looks as if he’s about to pounce when Jane pops out of the trees and sprays him with water.

Ben roars and stumbles back rubbing his face. He drops his hands and looks relatively normal.

“What did you hit him with, Jane?” Jay asks.

“Enchanted lake water. Breaks most enchantments. Figured it couldn't hurt.”

 You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

 "Oh thank gods. I was so worried babe."

 Ben froze in place as he saw you talking.

"(M/N)?"

You flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"Hey Ben. Audrey got to me first. Thanks for not eating me earlier."

 Ben would then pet you.

 "I'm glad I didn't. That would be awkward...now how do we change you back? Jane?"

 "I kind of used the last of the water."

You look Ben up and down and he smiles at you.

“Gotta say Ben, I like the fangs and beard. Could be cleaner but...”

“Oh really?” Ben asks.

That when Harry whistles. “Sorry to break up that tender moment... but we have an angry Audrey to pursue...”

"Right! We'll have to figure something out later. I promise! I'll make sure to get you back" Ben said.

You knew he would. Ben always did.

 Returning to Evie's cottage, Uma seemed to be leaving in a mood.

Doug who had been asleep was now awake.

"Wait? How is he awake?"

"True love’s kiss."

You looked at Ben who looked back at you.

 "Why didn't we think of that?!" you said.

Ben rubbed the back of his head with a nervous look.

"Sorry."

“it’s alright. Lots happening. We’ll try later. First we deal with Audrey!”

Cue Audrey sealing you all in the cottage. 

Then mal and Uma break you guys out with some awesome cooperative magic.

You: “Aww you guys are friends again!”

Mal: “I’ll pluck your feathers...”

“Alright! Geez...”

Then everything with Mal came out.

 It made your heart break. Ben,Your boyfriend, your future husband, made a decision with Mal to not bring over any more VK's.

You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to accept it.

"So...you didn't even want to talk to me about this?" You said to him.

"I'm a VK Ben! You're wanting to stop any one else from getting the chance that I did? That's so wrong!"

 Now you really wish you had gotten that kiss earlier...cause this love didn't feel true anymore.

 Uma, Harry and Gil left...and so did you.

"I need to think."

"(M/N) wait!"

Did you leave on Gil’s shoulder, slumped against him? Yes yes you did.

It was all very confusing and pretty shocking.

While you understood where they were coming from... it... it just hurt. 

You all were back at the cottage, checking up on Dizzy and the twins. 

You were glad they weren’t awake to hear about all that. They had enough on their plates.

“So what do we do now?” You ask, walking on a table, everyone seated around it. 

Uma: “Nothing. Let Mal and Ben figure it out... they don’t deserve our help after that stunt.”

"I can't just sit by Uma. I'm mad...but not let Audrey go kind of mad. If anything I want just a bit of revenge."

Uma smirked at that.

"Good to know there's still a VK in there."

You extended your wings and fake bowed.

Eventually you all began heading back to the isle before Mal stopped you begging you all to help her.

"They were turned to stone. (M/N),Ben was turned to stone."

It didn't matter how hurt you were, you still loved Ben.

Without hesitation you hopped off Gil's shoulder and began flying back.

Arriving back at the cottage you saw them, Evie, Dude,Carlos, Jay and Ben...all statues.

You landed on Ben's out stretched stone arm.

"Oh Ben...What do I do?"

You sat there perched on Ben's arm, looking at his frozen face.

You regretted that the last thing you two did was fight.

Hopefully this would be fixed soon and you can apologize.

As if your wishes were answered. Ben and the rest were unfrozen and the people began waking up.

"Ben! Oh gods you're back! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry about how I left."

"(M/N). No I'm sorry. I should have asked you. I'm sorry I didn't."

With that Ben lifted his arm with you on it up and kissed your head.

In an instant you felt yourself changing and growing and soon you were back to being human.

You smiled and pulled Ben into a tight up.

"Forget waiting. Ben, I have no idea what's going to happen but I know I want to be with you. Let's get married."

He didn't disagree and your promise ring was now that engagement ring.

After making sure everyone was alright after everything that transpired you, Ben and Mal got to talking and came to a unanimous decision.

You all agreed it was time to take the barrier down and stop making the children of villains pay for their parents misdeeds.

You worked with the other VKs to make the process as fair and efficient as possible.

Ben pulled you away for a minute to hug you. 

“I know we’re still working on the rest of the VKs but I was thinking we could meet with Evie to talk about wedding stuff?”

“of course... we have a lot to plan... together.”

Evie was excited when you told her.

Ben and you also enjoyed the planning, especially the cake.

Your wedding was going to be amazing.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

song lyric prompts!

Hey! You guys know what to do! In celebration of requests opening soon, and to get me back into the flow of writing, I thought I’d do a month of lyric prompts, ending august 4th! 

So, send a number (or a few) and a person and I’ll see what I can come up with! ✨✨

Thank you for sticking with me and I am so excited to start writing for you all again. 🥰

Prompts: 

1: every time she mentions your name, she says it like a prayer (more like you: orla gartland)

2: you show up at my home, all alone with a shovel and a rose (maniac: conan gray)

3: anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name (just one yesterday: fall out boy)

4: i wanna sleep next to you but that's all i wanna do right now (talk me down: troye sivan)

5: i fall in love just a little bit everyday with someone new (someone new: hozier)

6: now the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here to get me through it all (someone you loved: lewis capaldi)

7: i always fall from your window to the pitch black streets (the kids aren’t alright: fall out boy)

8: i'm shaving with your toothpaste and trying to vacuum from the ceiling (give me a try: the wombats)

9: there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you (happiness: taylor swift)

10: cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart (she: dodie)

11: things will change they always do, but my heart will stay open for you (stay open: maya hawke)

12: i know you were way too bright for me (golden: harry styles)

13: the boy you loved in spring, the way she looks at him (the key to life on earth: declan mckenna) 

14: could not care less if you love me (special girl: dodie)

15: you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time (tear in my heart: twenty one pilots)

16: if you dance with me, darling, if you take me home. will we talk in the morning? (will we talk?: sam fender)

17: you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart (hoax: taylor swift)

18: all the people over there, they don't seem to have a care, i'm so fucking self-aware, it's exhausting (pretending: orla gartland)

19: you know the galaxies of my heart (space girl: frances forever)

20: i'm just a part of someone else's dream (cool people: alfie indra)

21: tell me that I'm alright, that i ain't gonna die (hard times: paramore)

22: you started a band, that was cool for awhile but it turned pretty bland (forest whitaker: bad books)

23: don't you know I'm no good for you? (when the party’s over: billie eilish)

24: all the silver tongued suits and cartoons that rule my world (hypersonic missiles: sam fender)

25: 'cause babe, what's yours is mine, all your drama and your trauma (zombie!: orla gartland) 

26: with so much left to do, you’ll be missing out and we’ll be missing you (missing you: all time low)

27: but if i just showed up at your party. would you have me? would you want me? (betty: taylor swift)

28: and i've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene (no body, no crime: taylor swift) 

29: the millisecond that you're away i get the loneliest feeling (give me a try: the wombats)

30: open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see (only angel: harry styles)

31: ‘cause i found a girl, who's in love with a girl, she said that she tried, but she's not into guys (i found a girl: the vamps)

32: i saw a shooting star and thought of you (all of the stars: ed sheeran)

33: but i've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (disconnected: 5sos)

34: late december with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath (roman holiday: halsey)

35: how could i have been so foolish to let you leave (lover come back: city and colour)

36: only fools fall for you (fools: troye sivan)

37: i'm the only one that has made you fall in love (the king: conan gray)

38: now which do you prefer? to be alone, to be in love or to just be worth it? i think you're worth it (strawberry sunscreen: lostboycrow)

39: it's you, you're the one that makes me feel right (me & you together song: the 1975)

40: you don't have to be scared, babe. you don't need a plan of what you wanna do (listen to the man: george ezra)

41: you won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home (photograph: ed sheeran)

42: have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years? (lover: taylor swift)

43: looked like how i feel 'bout your lips (space girl: frances forever)

44: give me a minute to hold my girl (hold my girl: george ezra)

45: i know i'm the one you want to forget (miss missing you: fall out boy)

46: the darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side (outer space/carry on: 5sos)

47: just let me cry a little bit longer (rose-coloured boy: paramore)

48: you felt it once before i know you did (backseat serenade: all time low)

49: don’t you know that you are golden (golden: the vamps)

50: and i might never be the one who brings you flowers but i can be the one tonight (perfect: one direction)

People I write for:

Stranger Things:

- Steve

- Robin

- Nancy

- Jonathan

Riverdale:

- Sweet Pea

- Fangs

- Toni

- Cheryl

- Veronica

- Reggie

- Josie

- Kevin

- Archie

- Betty

- Jughead

- FP

- Jason

The End of The F***ing World:

- James

- Alyssa

5sos:

- Calum

- Luke

- Ashton

- Michael

Sex Education:

- Otis

- Eric

- Maeve

- Adam

- Jackson

- Aimee

- Lily

- Orla

Killing Eve: 

- Villanelle 

- Eve 

Prodigal Son: 

- Malcolm 

- Dani 

- Ainsley 

- JT 

- Jessica 

- Dr Edrisa 

- Dr Martin 

- Gil

WandaVision: 

- Wanda 

- Vision 

- Darcy 

- Jimmy 

- Monica 

And if you have any suggestions of who I could write for, send them in! 

support my writing! if you want! 

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Home early.

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 877

Enjoy x

You were surprised that you were home early from a girl’s night after the week you had. It was the first weekend you were having off in a long while, a trial was finally over and although you were snowed under with paper work, you made a deal with Liv about finishing it all on Monday just to have the weekend off. The Saturday Nick had the kids just for the day and you all went out, finally spending some time together and then you rushed home after dropping them all at bowling to get ready for a dinner with Amanda and some of your other friends from a different precinct.

You walked in the door well before midnight, your feet hurting from not wearing heels in a long while and your black skinny jeans about to pop with how much food you had eaten. You could hear Nick in the bathroom, so you toed off your heels and took off your black jeans, leaving you in your white v neck shirt and you walked into the bathroom, a devilish grin pulling to your face when you saw Nick. He was standing at the basin with just a towel around his waist, hair still damp and shaving cream all over his face, when his eyes caught yours in the reflection of the mirror,

“Hey baby” he smirked “Your home early, thought Rollins and the girls would have kept you out longer” Nick titled his head back running the razor over his neck.

You walked into the bathroom walking to stand behind him, your arms going around him and your hands ran over his muscly tummy and chest, your lips kissing along his shoulders, his slightly moist skin cooling on your warm lips,

“I was tried” you said into his skin as you kissed along to the middle of his back, kissing up his spine to the base of his neck, you now up on your tippy toes, your hands resting on his nipples and Nick still continuing to shave his face “How was bowling?” you kissed over his shoulder.

“Gil own both games. It was good, we missed you though” Nick wink at you in the mirror as he wash his blade off in the water.

“I missed you all. I’ll make it up to the kids” You kissed back up to Nick’s neck leaving open mouth kisses and a growl rattled through Nick’s chest.

“How you going to make it up to me Y/N? I missed you too”

Your eyes snapped up to the mirror and the image made your panties dampen instantly. Nick standing there bare chested and you behind him with one hand on his chest and your other on his belly. You pulled away from his skin and you locked eyes with him in the mirror,

“I’ am sorry babe” your hand on his belly button slid down to grab the towel from around his waist, tugging on it to loosen it and it fell to the floor “I know just how to make it up to you” you purred.

You reached into the water in the sink wetting your hand and then reaching down to wrap it around Nick’s semi hard length rubbing him from root to tip. Nick groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing biting his bottom lip, your lips starting to move across the skin of his neck while your other hand slid up to toy with his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger.

It didn’t take long for Nick’s pre cum to coat your hand and for his cock to be fully erect. You could feel a light sheen of sweat starting to form over his skin and his breathing deepened. It had been so long since you had both had a chance to be intimate and you knew it wouldn’t be long till Nick was coming undone under your touch. You kissed up to Nick’s ear and started to nip and suck slightly at his sweet spot just below his ear lobe, as his hands came up to grip on your arm still toying with his nipple and he lent his head into your lips,

“You like that babe, do I make you feel good?”

“Always” Nick grunted out and he started to roll his hips into your hand “Missed this” his grip on your arm tightened and you noticed his chest starting to rise and fall rapidly.

“That’s it babe, cum for me”

With that, a loud roar left Nick’s lips mixed with your name and a string of Spanish swear words, as ropes of his hot release coated your hand and dripped to the floor. You kissed Nick’s cheek taking your hand away from him reaching into the sink to wash your hand clean. Nick turned to face you, one of his hands going to the back of your neck pulling you towards him, his lips colliding with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth, the kiss filled with heat and need. Nick wrapped both arms around you lifting you up off the floor slightly walking you into the bedroom with a grin on his face looking up at you,

“I' am glad you came home early, it's your turn”  

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