#and later she would have figured out where they came from ofc

[tryingtimi]

Waning | WIP Tag Game Snippet

So, since the game says share a snippet when someone asks about the stuff and I also made a deal with someone about this today; here's a snippet from the Kingdom of Thoughts. Little insight or idk what: I planned the moon cycle (and the stars) to have a very important aspect of the whole thing, because in every new state and in every new kingdom, the protag would get a vision of the flawed king's past. In fact, of the most impactful one that would help the protag to get to know the issues of them? Probably something like that. Anyway, here it is. Tagging @writingonesdreams and @bloodlessheirbyjacques because you guys were certainly interested in it. 💙

Cold wind ran through the great hall, goosebumps appeared on my bare arms. My body was wrapped around with an unknown dress. The fabric on my skin felt as a gentle kiss from a lover on a heated summer night. The touch of the material was extraordinary and unnatural. I could barely look down at the glowing gold and the white pureness that danced on the dress.

Silk.

I could recognize even if I've never worn a magnificent creation than this one before.

Something that definitely belonged to a royalty.

"Mother." A child was sitting by the enormous window. He looked at me. His eyes were starry sky, full of curiosity in the ebony vortex.

I opened my mouth but voice never came out. I tried to speak, whistle, scream but the same result waited for me at the end of every try.

Nothing.

I was completely mute.

The little boy continued.

"The sky is remarkable tonight, isn't it?" He turned back, looking through the window. His smile grew wider. "Do you think the moon is capable of feelings?"

He never got an answer, but it seemed that it didn't bother him. His eyes wandered at me again and I felt the warm love from those doe eyes. He laughed then, little dimples appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

"I hope so too." I didn’t know what was happening. My head hurt and I had a tight feeling in my chest. Who’s this child? Why is he talking as I ever answered him? Why am I not capable of spilling out a single sound?

His smile faded as he blinked, it almost completely vanished. He just stared at me, while I stood there, silent. He didn’t move his lips but somehow still; I could hear his loud mind ticking. He shut his lashes down and his head followed the move. My heart ached, and I felt like it’s my fault that this little one turned so sorrowful. 

He pursed his lips into a thin line and lifted his gaze up.

Did not look into my eyes anymore.

But still I saw the little twinkle in the corner of his agonizing ambers. The moon beams reflected in the lonely teardrop that caressed his cheek. It didn't go far because the boy calmly shook it off with his pale hands.

"I suppose, the moon is my father and the stars are the folk as they surround him. He is mighty and fearful, he protects the stars and makes them shine even more."

His generous words sounded weary, sorrow echoed in them.

Then he disappeared.

"Yes, he is indeed the moon." I turned my head towards the source of the low voice, with a chaotic storm in my stomach. An adolescent boy stood in the opposite corner of the room. He was tall, elegant and familiar. Awfully familiar. "He is an inhuman judge, a phlegmatic king and an unshakable leader as well. Neither a single soul can not read him. Nor a well prepared enemy can not break him.  And even the dearest person can not change him. Or his family. Even his son. Or you, mother. He does not bother to care for us. You and me equally."

His gaze was a strong grip that caught my heart and squeezed it hard. His words echoed in me, every part of my body trembled. I didn’t know why he had this huge impact on me. Confusion as a river caught my body and mind, the waves rose above me and I could not breathe anymore. I was drowning.

"I apologize." His eyes softened and his tone became gentle, careful as he would talking to a frightened child. "I truly apologize, mother. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, don't cry."

Surprised, I raised my right hand to my face and I could feel the warm tears under my fingers.

"You deserve everything, dear mother, so don't ever say anything like that. I had no right to say such a thing, I've already regretted it."

He headed towards me, glistening eyes looking back at me. Open arms and a tiny, tiny smile on his lips. Although his figure faded and before he could reach me, it entirely vanished.

I couldn't even blink before a loud sob hit my eardrums. The sound came from behind me, I was sure. Even though I had no courage to turn around and face the one to whom the sound belonged. The grip still embraced my heart. It only held it lightly now, however. I felt it but it didn't hurt anymore.

"Why did you leave me behind, hm?" A broken voice started, thick and hoarse. His habitual respectful manner changed as he spoke up, the way he spilled those words out into the deafening silence was full of emotions.

Anger, disappointment, love, hatred.

My head was spinning, I could barely stand still. And so I made a decision.  I took a deep breath. Time went slow, almost stopped whilst I forced my body to turn around. First, I thought I couldn't even move, but then my muscles tightened and I felt a little energy that helped me through this agony.

As I finally faced the slender figure in the distance, I forgot to breathe. I couldn't see his face clearly, because it hung purposeless between the two muscular shoulders, but still; I was certain who it was. The little boy who has been amazed by the moon, the furious young one who let his anger out on his mother. The broken, helpless young adult who was kneeling before a coffin. All of them were one.

"Dearest mother. Why?"

As he raised his gaze up, a strict look greeted me, with that familiar starless sky in his eyes.

King Ziaelas'.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Boyfriend!Kang Taehyun x F!Reader TW : reader depression ; other members being jerks ; Taehyun is kind of oblivious ; angsty ; fluff ending ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : @moon0fthenight : Can you do a fic abt txt taehyun, where reader comes to dance practice room but overhears some OTher member badmouthing her, twice, so just stops coming and just starts pulling away (ofc reader has depression but tae obv doesn’t know), and taehyun realizes

You sat in the corner of the practice room, your eyes turned down to look at your phone as Taehyun went to get drinks for himself and the guys. You hated when you got left alone with them, the last time you had been in a situation like this, they had gone about making you feel so unwanted and unwelcome in the room that by the time Taehyun came back you were on the verge of tears and ended up going home early. 

Today felt like it would most likely go the same way. You could feel their eyes on you, and the only feeling that you got from those eyes was annoyance and such a strong sense of dislike that it had your skin crawling. “Talk about a stage five clinger. Does she have to come to all of the practices?” They spoke about you as if you weren’t there, or maybe they just didn’t care enough to keep their shit talking to a level where you wouldn’t hear them. 

“She’s gonna ruin it for him since she’s always up his ass. Enough pictures come out about them all of the fans are gonna turn on him.” They made it seem like you were forcing Taehyun to take you with him to all of his practices when it was quite the opposite. Not that he was forcing you to go with him when he went, but he asked you every time if you wanted to go, and even if you found a reason to not go, he’d give you a million other reasons why you should go. 

You tried so hard not to let it bother you, but it seemed like at this point they were trying to hurt you. You weren’t even sure why they seemed to hate you so much, maybe it was just fun for them to see how much they could break you down, or maybe they just didn’t want Taehyun to be with anyone. Either why, they didn’t have to go as far as they were with the insults and the shit talking. “It probably wouldn’t be so bad if she were famous or something… But she’s just… She’s a nobody. What does he even see in her?” 

It didn’t even matter to you who was saying it, and it’s not like you wanted to look up to see exactly who was bad mouthing you. All you did know was that you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, you couldn’t handle listening to anymore. You didn’t bother to find Taehyun to let him know you were leaving, you just had to go. You were sure he’d figure it out, or you at least hoped he would. 

When he came back with the drinks, his eyes scanned the room, his smile so bright until he had done a full 360 and realized that you weren’t there. “Did she go to the bathroom or something?” He asked, his eyes glancing to the door every couple seconds just in case you walked back in. It wasn’t like you to just up and leave without letting him know, and he worried that something might have happened to have you just disappearing the way you did. 

“She just ran off. I’m sure if it were a problem she’d be blowing up your phone. Don’t even worry about it man, we’ve got more important stuff to work on.” Yeonjun said, and the rest of the guys nodded their heads in agreement. It was a problem, no doubt, the way they all seemed to think that whatever could possibly be going on right now didn’t hold any kind of importance. Maybe it didn’t to them, but to him you were the top priority. 

Taehyun shook his head, trying not to get too annoyed with them as he pulled out his phone. “I’ll just call her real quick, make sure she’s okay.” He said, about to walk out of the room so he could talk to you in private out in the hallway, but Beomgyu snatched his phone out of his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants. “What the he-”

“Call her later.” Beomgyu mumbled, moving to the center of the practice room to get into position. “She’s a distraction even when she’s not here, jeez.” He mumbled to himself, but all of the guys had heard it, Taehyun included, and his agitation levels were rising as the others laughed at what seemed to be a joke, but he wasn’t the biggest fan of their comedy if it meant putting you down. 

“That’s not even funny.” Taehyun said under his breath, getting into position so he could start rehearsing the new dance. As much as he wanted to call you and make sure everything was okay, he knew that it would be faster if he just got practice over with so he could get back home to you as soon as he could. 

Did he even notice that you weren’t there anymore? You thought that maybe he would have tried to get in contact with you once he noticed you weren’t in the room, but your phone hadn’t gone off at all. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Maybe the guys had talked to him and made him finally realize just how useless you were to him. They were right. You weren’t an idol, you weren’t famous in any way. You weren’t even sure what he saw in you. You didn’t deserve him, you didn’t even deserve to be in the same room with him, let alone sleep in the same bed as him every night. The only thing you’d do by continuing to stay with him was jeopardize his career, and you didn’t want to do that. You wanted him to be successful, and with you in the picture, you knew he would never get to where he truly could be. 

Part of you wanted to stick around, just long enough to tell him that you were leaving, and that part of you also hoped that maybe he’d beg you to stay, that he’d tell you that you were being crazy. Then there was the part of you that was more realistic, the part that told you that he wouldn’t care if you stayed or left. You weren’t helping him in any way, it’s not like you were the one going on tours and concerts and performing for millions of people. You were disposable, he didn’t need you at all. 

Sadly there wasn’t much that you could do this late at night, and there was nowhere for you to go, so you’d at least have to deal with whatever was to come, at least for one more night. Your phone started to vibrate and Taehyuns picture illuminated the screen. Would he tell you that he wasn’t coming home tonight? Why would he want to come home and see you anyway? He could do better than you… And you didn’t want to answer the phone to hear him say that, so you let it ring until the notification came up that you had a voicemail, and you didn’t want to listen to that either. 

The front door opened slowly, maybe he thought you were sleeping and he was trying to come in quietly, or maybe he was trying to sneak in so he could avoid you and go straight to the bedroom. It’s not like he’d want to see you anyway, you were nothing special, you were nothing in general. “There you are, I thought you were sleeping since you didn’t answer…” He said, sighing after the words had left his mouth. Was it a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment that you were still awake, that he’d still have to deal with you?

“Was just getting ready to go to bed.” You said, pushing yourself up off the couch. “Goodnight.” You added as you walked past him, heading down the hall towards the guest bedroom. Who would want to wake up next to you? Surely not him. He was too good for you, too perfect. He didn’t deserve to have to see you in the morning when he just woke up from his dreams of being with someone better, someone prettier than you. 

“Hey…” He whispered, quickly kicking off his shoes and following after you. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He quizzed, and you didn’t want him to pretend to be worried about you, you didn’t want him to ask questions that you knew he didn’t care to know the answers to. Plus, those questions were just enough to have you getting choked up as you shook your head, trying to walk faster to get away from him, but he was faster, moving in front of you and putting his hands on your shoulders to stop you from going any further. “You’re really worrying me now… Can you just talk to me?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, you don’t have to pretend to give a shit anymore.” You tried to sound strong, to sound unbothered, but your voice broke, and it felt like you were breaking too. The entire life that you had lived with Taehyun, the life that you were dreaming of for the future, it had all been a lie, but for what? “I just want to go to bed.” 

“What the hell are you talking about? Why are you leaving tomorrow? Where are you going?” He asked quite urgently, his eyes wide and the corners of his lips pulling down, not into a pout, but he just looked sad. You had never seen him look that way before. Maybe it was because he finally was getting caught, the truth was going to come out. “And what do you mean I pretend to give a shit? What the hell happened? Where are you getting this from? Just talk to me, dammit.” 

You rolled your shoulders, causing his hands to drop to his sides dejectedly, the look of sadness on his face only growing more prominent as you stepped away from him. “I know what you and the guys talk about. I heard them. I don’t know why you’re with me either… But you don’t have to keep playing this part or this role or… Whatever it is you’re doing. I know you’re famous, I know that you’re above me in every single way… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t get hurt by this shit. Was it a bet? Was it a game? Why did you let it go so far?” 

His eyes widened along with his mouth, his head shaking profusely. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if they said anything that hurt you, tell me and I’ll handle it. I’m not with you for a game or a bet, and I sure as hell am not above you. I’m not above anyone. I love you because I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you… I wanted to be with you and only you. You have to talk to me though… Tell me what they said. What did they say?” 

Was this what the guys were talking about? You’d ruin the group. Is this how it would be ruined? If you said anything, if you told Taehyun what the guys had said, he’d surely be pissed if what he was saying was true. It would completely destroy the friendship that the guys had. You didn’t want to be the cause of that. You didn’t want them to be right. “It’s nothing… Don’t worry about it.” You mumbled, trying to move around him as he stood in the center of the hall, you were so close to the guest room door, but he refused to let you go. 

Taehyuns arm shot out, his hand landing against the wall to block you from leaving the conversation. “It’s obviously something. How the hell am I supposed to not be worried when you’re talking about leaving me? You’re doubting that I ever loved you, and you’re still trying to sleep in a different bed than me, and you want me to believe that it’s nothing? Regardless of if you tell me or not, I’m going to find out because I’m pissed at them now for even causing this in the first place. But, if you tell me, I can make sure you know that everything they said, whatever it is, it’s not true. It’s not true…” 

The urge to cry had been building the entire time, but now the tears were finally being let free, trickling down to hang from your chin as you shook your head. You felt absolutely pitiful right now, and all you could think of was how pathetic you must look. “I’m not good enough for you… I’m annoying and I’m clingy and I’m a nobody… I don’t know why you’re with me… Nobody knows…” In your own ears you sounded so whiny, which only verified the truth that only you believed in, that you were annoying… Why would he want to be with someone like you? 

His arms wrapped tightly around you, his hand gently pressing your face into his chest as he held you close. “It’s not true… None of that is…” He repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. “You are good enough for me, if anything, I’m not good enough for you. I’m always so busy and I can’t be here for you like I want to be… But you’re always here for me, and you never left my side, and that makes you more deserving than anyone else to stand by my side… Which is where I want you to be always. And that in itself proves that you’re not the clingy one… I am. I like having you with me, and if they guys have a problem with that… They’re just gonna have to deal with it, and part of me thinks that they’re jealous because they don’t have someone as amazing as you to support them and love them unconditionally like you do for me. I’m with you for a lot of reasons, but the most important reason is that I love you, and there’s nothing that anyone can say or do to change my mind. All I want is you, forever and ever…”

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[icarusignite]

Hey Author, I wanted to ask if you could maybe write a story about ! Sihtric x reader! Could you perhaps write something where the reader is the younger sister of Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. In sihtric's age.

Maybe she could have met him in the forest when the two were children and became best friends from that day on. Nobody knew about it because the families are no longer good. Years later, when Kjartan kills the parents of the reader and Uhtred. the reader goes with him and Brida. She is younger than Uhtred and brida maybe Uhtred could teach his little sister to fight and she will be a shieldmaid maybe even the best!!!

When sihtric joins uhtred, the reader is very happy. Sihtric loves the reader, but thinks she would never want anything from him, so he marries his wife from the series

The relationship between the reader and sihtric becomes very bad due to the married

The reader is angry because she doesn't like his wife, she’s jealous and she is very hurt. And she makes him feel her anger!!! Maybe we could have a little fight with his wife, that would be cool.

At some point I don't know how they could confess their feelings for each other.

I love drama in story’s like that. I hope you like it too and it gave you ideas to write it. Maybe you could say if you write it.

Thank you, your reader 🫶❤️

#drama #brokenheart #anger #bestfriends #love

I am so jealous that she is his wife. I just don't like her😑

I have to put my cell phone away, otherwise it will be broken later

I wrote a similar request to another author, but I thought I could also ask another one, hope it doesn't bother you! 🫶

Heyyy finally got this done. It is longer than I expected lol cuz I wanted to give them a shared background story lol. I tried to add all the requested components but his wife just isn't his wife yet so he was planning to marry her but then ofc he changes his mind after the reader rages at him. I love angry confessions lol.

Cheers, hope you enjoy the story 🫶

Word Count: 4.8k | AO3

In the heart of the forest, the sun shone through the canopy of leaves and the birds sang a merry tune. A group of children ran through the underbrush, their laughter echoing through the trees.

"I saw a wolf, Uhtred, I saw it, it had sharp teeth and yellow eyes!" Brida shouted excitedly, brandishing the branch she held in her hand as a pretend sword.

"Brida, Uhtred, don't let them get to me," Thyra shouted from the platform the children had built in the trees. "And protect my little sister!"

"I am a warrior like Father and Young Ragnar. I don't need Uhtred to protect me!" you shouted back at Thyra, who only rolled her eyes at your childish antics. 

"Father and Young Ragnar are much bigger than you, you cannot possibly be like them!" Uhtred laughed.

You crossed your arms and glared at him until he raised his hands placatingly.

"Now then, what shall we do about the wolf?" you grinned. "I say we skin him and gift his pelt to the lady of the hall."

Your hair whipped around your face as you fought your imaginary foes, eyes bright with determination and a fierce sense of bravery. You took careful steps, your feet moving in sync with your makeshift sword, as you circled around the supposed wolves who were coming for your sister. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches snapping and twigs crunching underfoot, signalling the approach of another person to your little corner of the forest. You instinctively raised your branch in front of you, ready to defend yourself and your friends against any potential enemies. 

"Did you see that?" Uhtred's voice wavered and everyone's necks turned in the direction the noise originated from. 

A figure stepped out from behind the trees, making Uhtred and Brida freeze. 

"Uhtred?" Thyra's panicked voice came from her spot in the trees. "What is happening?"

"Stay up there!" he warned, grabbing your hand along with Brida's and pulling back a few steps. 

 "It's Sven, Kjartan's son," Brida breathed.

"Sven?" Thyra's voice shook.

"He won't hurt you," Uhtred reassured.

You pushed Brida and Uhtred forward, "But he'll kill you, so go!" 

"What, we're not leaving you!"

"And I will not leave my sister. Just go, please."

Several other young boys, Sven's friends presumably, tore out of their hiding places, giving chase to Brida and Uhtred as they sprinted away. One of the larger boys made his way toward the tree Thyra was in. You ran after him, hoping to get to him before he reached your sister. You tackled him to the ground but he easily threw you off to the side before going to haul Thyra out of her hiding spot and toward Sven.

"Don't touch her. Don't you dare touch her!" you shouted, and another boy grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head upward.

"Shut your yapping mouth or you'll be next bitch," he murmured into your ear.

Thyra whimpered as Sven cornered her against a tree, sword in hand. 

"Uhtred! Uhtred!" she wailed and it made your heart race. 

You knew Sven was going to do something to her, you could see it in the smirk he sent your way just before he reached forward and ripped the top half of Thyra's dress off her shoulders. A broken sob escaped her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make herself small. The sight set your nerves on fire. With an animalistic screech, you headbutted the boy who was holding on to you. When you slammed your head against his nose, you heard a satisfying crunch and he howled in pain as blood gushed down his face. You gave another holler before you ran and threw your entire weight onto Sven, forcing him away from your sister and managing to knock him onto the ground.  You watched out of the corner of your eye as Thyra fled the scene, screaming for Uhtred and Brida to come to your aid. One of Sven's friends pulled your small frame off him easily, and dragged you deeper into the forest, pinning you against a tree with his arm across your neck, suffocating you. You twisted in his hold and kicked him between the legs, making him drop you so that you could crawl away. Sven was right there though, and he grabbed your jaw, turning your head so that your eyes met his. He was several years older than you and now you were frightened. 

"Hmm, you're not as pretty as your sister, but I suppose you'll do," he snickered.

You closed your teeth around his arm, biting down until you tasted blood. He swore and when he went to pull you off, you drew back to punch him. And then you were raining blows down frantically upon him before he had a chance to get up. His hand scrambled around for his sword and brought it up in a deadly arc across your face. You flinched at the burning sting and he used it to his advantage in order to throw you off him. He stood there frozen for a moment, just watching your crouching form on the floor, your hand pressed tightly to your cheek as you took in deep shuddering breaths and blood seeped from between your fingers. Perhaps he then remembered who your father was because he turned and ran, his cruel friends following close behind. 

"Are you...are you alright?" came a timid voice after a while, and it made you jump. 

"Who-Who's there?"

You blinked through teary eyes to spot a young boy around your age step forward from behind a nearby tree. He looked at you with concern, his eyes taking in your injury.

"Are you okay?" he asked again softly.

You shook your head, fresh tears streaming down your face. You were terrified, hurt, and you couldn't quite remember the way home so you were also lost. 

The little boy took a step closer, his eyes reassuring, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

You cringed away from him, "Who are you."

"I am Sihtric. I won't hurt you."

"Can you help me find my way back home, I don't remember the way," you whimpered.

Sihtric took your hand and started to lead you out of the forest. You clung to his hand tightly as he led you through the forest. You were still scared, but somehow his presence brought you a sense of comfort and safety. As you emerged from the dense cluster of trees, you could see your home in the distance. Your heart leaped with relief, and you began to quicken your pace, Sihtric keeping pace with you, never once letting go of your hand. As you drew closer, you saw both your parents standing at the door looking out anxiously. When your mother caught sight of you, her eyes lit up and she rushed towards you, scooping you up into her arms. You winced, your left hand still pressed up against your face. She let out a gasp and carefully pried your hand away, and showed the angry red line, that ran from your cheekbone to your chin, to your father. Earl Ragnar swore loudly before taking up his sword and leaving the house in a fury to confront Kjartan and his son, already having been told the story of what happened by the other children. 

"Is-is Thyra okay?" you whispered to your mother, making her smile affectionately.

"Oh my darling girl, look at the state of you, and you're still worried for your older sister. Thyra is perfectly fine, she just had a bit of a fright, now let's get you inside and cleaned up hmm?"

Sihtric lingered outside your door, uncertain of what to do. Your mother noticed him standing there and approached him, still clutching you in her arms.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter home," she said, her voice kind. "You're a very brave young boy."

Sihtric just shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "It was nothing, I'm just glad she's okay."

As he turned to leave, you grabbed his hand. 

"Wait," you said. "Will I see you again?"

"If you like...?" he gazed up at your mother in hesitation. 

Your mother nodded, her lips turning upward, "You are welcome here anytime."

You grinned shyly, the memory of your adventure already fading into the background, "We can explore the forest together then, just like real warriors."

With a wave goodbye, Sihtric turned and disappeared back into the woods, leaving you with a newfound sense of wonder and the excitement that comes with making a new friend. From that day forward, Sihtric became one of your closest companions, spending endless afternoons exploring the forest and getting into all sorts of adventures. You always looked out for each other, and the bond you forged that day in the woods never wavered. Even though his father had been banished by yours, he continued to find ways to meet with you in the forest, a place where he didn't have to be Sihtric Kjartansson, a bastard child of Kjartan the Cruel. He was just Sihtric, your friend, and perhaps more, judging by the lingering glances you both often exchanged.

This continued up until that fateful day when your entire world was burnt to the ground. You had lost everyone, your parents, your grandfather, and your beloved sister. Your older brother Ragnar the Younger had been away and you felt yourself all alone in the world, that is until Uhtred and Brida took you in. Uhtred felt a strong sense of responsibility for you, being one of the last surviving members of the family that had so lovingly raised him. He had been unable to save Thyra from being taken but he swore to himself that he'd never let harm come to you. 

As the years went by, your childhood wish came true. You had indeed become a fierce warrior, and Uhtred made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and others. You fought in the Battle of Edington against Skorpa and made a reputation for yourself, but the young boy with whom you had spent your childhood days remained a fond memory you found yourself often reminiscing. 

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It was in King Guthred's camp in Cumberland where Sihtric finally found you again. He had been sent there to infiltrate the camp and abduct Uhred but when his band of spies attacked, you were the first one there to save your brother, along with Hild, Halig, and Clapa. He had recognized you immediately, the fierce young woman with sharp piercing eyes reminded him of the little girl in the forest whom his half-brother had maimed. However, when you first saw him, you had only looked at him with disdain. He was just another miscreant to you, sent to harm your brother, and you could not imagine him as your childhood companion. He felt his heart sink at that, at the malice in your eyes, at the fact that you did not seem to remember him at all. 

Once he had sworn his allegiance to Uhtred, he made his way to the great hall, where you sat conversing with Gisela. He wanted to talk to you, to hear you speak. Gisela caught sight of his yearning gaze on you and gave him a knowing look. She excused herself and left you sitting there all alone, giving Sihtric an opportunity to take her spot. He settled himself beside you, taking a moment to map out the planes of your face. He had waited years for this moment, to see you again, but now that it was happening, he was unsure how to proceed.

You looked at him and raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "I hear that you will fight for Uhtred now?"

Sihtric nodded.

"You better not betray him, or I'll stick a knife in your throat while you sleep."

A laugh burst out of him and he looked at you with soft eyes, "You are exactly as I remembered."

"Am I now?"

"Do you not remember me?"

You sighed, "Of course, I remember you. How could I ever forget?"

"Well the way you were looking at me like you wanted to take my head off, certainly didn't feel like you remembered me."

"You know you did try to hurt my brother."

"Right...I'm sorry for that by the way. You have my word, I will never betray him."

You twirled your dagger between deft fingers, "I'll hold you to that."

Sihtric laughed again, "Gods, I've missed you."

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always felt something for him but never dared to act on it.

"You did?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded, "I thought about you all the time, wondering where you were and what you were doing. If you were well. And then I heard the stories, of your brother's victories, and they always spoke of his brave sister who fought beside him."

You felt your heart swell with happiness. For the rest of the day, you and Sihtric continued to converse, your exchanges growing more relaxed as you fell back into the familiar comfort of knowing each other. You both shared stories of what you had been doing since you last saw each other.

Sihtric hesitated for a moment, then gathered up his courage to ask you the question that had been weighing on his mind ever since you had been separated, "Are you perhaps with someone now?"

"Why, are you asking because you're interested?" you gave him a playful smirk.

Sihtric's cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words, "I... well... I mean... that is to say..."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you. And gods no, me with someone? What an absurd idea. Although... I might be open to offers."

You winked at him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he cleared his throat nervously, "I, uh, I wasn't... I didn't mean..."

"My brother does enough of that for the both of us. Someone's gotta stay sensible and keep him out of trouble, especially since Brida isn't here to do it anymore."

You chuckled at his discomfort and reached out to touch his arm. 

Relief washed over him, and he smiled shyly, "That's good to hear."

You shoved his shoulder, "Good to hear? I am glad my lack of companions brings you such joy Sihtric."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

"Oh really, so what did you mean then?"

You bat your eyelashes playfully and he rolls his eyes. 

"You haven't changed one bit."

"Perfection doesn't need to change Sihtric."

"Oh very funny."

What he didn't say out loud was that you were indeed perfect. To him at least. He had spent the past few years of his life missing you and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you again. He kept his admiration to himself as he listened to you speak, feeling a deep yearning in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to tell you how he felt, to take you in his arms and never let go. But he was afraid. Afraid of ruining the friendship he had just rekindled. Afraid of the disappointment he would feel if you rejected him. He wondered if you knew how he felt. Did you have any idea of the effect you had on him? He doubted it. After all, you had been children when you had last seen each other. Maybe you had moved on and found someone else. Maybe you didn't even remember him the way he remembered you.

As the next three years went by, you fell into an easy routine with Sihtric. He was part of Uhtred's inner circle and you were his beloved sister so the two of you were seldom separated. Your teasing banter and friendly competition entertained everyone in the group and soon they were all making bets regarding which one of you would be bold enough to confess to the other. The feelings you two had for one another were obvious to everyone, everyone except you and Sihtric it seemed. Even your brother often sent teasing smiles your way when he paired you with Sihtric for tasks. Perhaps this was why the entire group was flabbergasted when Sihtric asked for Uhtred's blessing to marry. 

Uhtred had mentally prepared himself for Sihtric to eventually ask for your hand. He would ask you for your opinion of course and if you were agreeable, he would have been more than happy to bless the union. 

"Who is it that you wish to marry Sihtric?" he raised an eyebrow.

Finan sniggered behind him, sure that his companion would utter your name. You were all on the road back to Winchester and it had been a dull journey so far so he was curious at this new turn of events. You had to admit, you found your heart racing at his request as well. You held your breath, not daring to hope. 

"Sidgeflaed, Lord," Sihtric replied.

"Sidgeflaed? The whore in Winchester you've been spending a lot of time with lately."

"She says she loves me, Lord."

Finan snorts and Sihtric squared his shoulders defensively.

"I swear, she says she loves me!"

"She would. Sihtric she's a whore," Finan chuckled. "What she loves is your silver."

The entire group burst out into laughter.

Sihtric kept his attention on your brother, "I wish to marry her. She says she loves me and I love her."

Uhtred noticed your rigid form out of the corner of your eye. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping your horse's reigns and your jaw was clenched tightly. He could tell that something was bothering you and he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.

"I will speak to Gisela when we arrive at Winchester and then perhaps I will let you marry your girl. But in the meantime, you are to give her no more of your silver."

You felt a pang of jealousy and sadness at his words. He had chosen someone else. You thought that perhaps now since you had been reunited, he might've chosen you. You kept your emotions in check long enough to flash Sihtric a strained congratulatory smile, but inside you struggled to hold back tears. And then your sadness turned to anger, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. How could he marry someone else when you had loved him all along? You wanted to scream at him and ask him why, you wanted to beg him not to marry this other girl, you wanted to run away and never see him again, you wanted to see him every day of your life. Instead, you kept a placid smile on your face and once you all reached your destination, you were the first one to bolt home, leaving your brother to deal with your horse. 

Gisela looked up in surprise when you burst through the door and rushed to your room, the door slamming behind you. Once you were in the private confines of your chambers, you let the tears flow freely. A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the door. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to compose yourself as your brother's wife, entered the room. She had been there for you ever since she married Uhtred, almost like a second mother. 

"Oh, my darling, what's wrong?" she asked gently, placing her arm around your shoulder.

You sniffed morosely, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine."

"It's really nothing. I am just being immature, it's no big deal."

Gisela's lips turned upward as she ran her fingers through your hair, "I have two kids under the age of seven. I think I can handle immature."

You just shook your head and leaned against her, allowing her to pull you into a tight embrace, her comforting scent calming you down. Just then, someone cleared their throat loudly and Gisela looked up to see her husband smiling down at her.

"Am I interrupting something?" Uhtred asked.

She shook her head, "No, your sister is just upset, but she refuses to tell me why. Perhaps you can shed some light on this matter?"

"No, you can't tell her. She's going to think I'm being childish," you whined from the crook of her neck.

Uhtred sighed in fond exasperation, "Sitric has asked for my permission to marry."

Gisela's brow wrinkled in confusion. Shouldn't you have been happy if that was the case? She had watched you become close to him over time and she knew how fond you were of him. 

"To marry someone else," Uhtred clarified.

Her eyes widened in understanding as she rubbed soothing circles on your back, "It's okay love. It's okay to be upset. You are a strong and resilient woman and you can get through this." 

"Shall I refuse him?" your brother asked, making you shake your head frantically.

"No, I am just being selfish. I want him to be happy, and if... if that other girl is the one he loves, then I will try and be happy for them. I don't want to get in his way."

"If you say so."

After Uhtred left you alone with his wife, you wrapped your arms around her once more.

"Thank you, Gisela. You're always so kind to me."

Gisela smiled at you warmly, "Of course, my dear. That's what family is for."

Over the next few days, you made it your priority to avoid Sihtric at all costs, going out of your way so that your paths didn't cross, and when meeting him was inevitable, you made sure that you interacted with him as little as possible. Your tone when addressing him was cold and clipped, only saying what was necessary. It was obvious to everyone that you were trying to distance yourself from him and eventually even Sihtric picked up on your strange behaviour.

He had been trying to find a chance to talk to you alone ever since his first announcement regarding his matrimonial plans. He sensed the strained tension that lingered in the air whenever you were around him, and it filled him with a sense of despair. He was doing this all for you and now you wouldn't even look at him. He thought that by marrying someone else, he would be able to take his mind off you. He didn't want to push you into something you did not want and ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings but now it seemed that he had only made things worse. He had to make things right again somehow. As luck would have it, he spotted you walking down the street alone one day. He called out your name, hurrying to catch up to you. 

When you turned around and saw him coming towards you, you tried to quicken your pace, hoping to avoid him, but he was much too fast. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway, away from prying eyes. You aggressively yanked your arm away from him and glared. 

"What are you doing, Sihtric?" 

"I had to talk to you," he responded, his voice low and urgent. "You've been avoiding me, and I need to know why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," your voice was flat as you fixed your eyes on something over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact. 

"Damnit would you at least look at me when I'm speaking to you."

"No."

"Why are you acting like this? Would you please talk to me."

"Just leave me alone Sihtric. Go spend time with that whore you've been humping. You should get to know your future wife some more," you spat out.

Sihtric flinched at the venom in your words. Your entire body was tensed and you blinked rapidly a few times as if to hold back tears.

"I can't leave you alone," he said, his voice rising. "You're my friend. I care about you. I need to know what's going on."

"I am not your friend, don't you dare call me your friend. You do not care about me at all!"

"How can you say that? What have I done? Would you at least tell me?"

Your face hardened, "If I was really your friend, you would have told me about Sidgeflaed. You never even mentioned her."

"Is that what this is about then? You're upset that I told your brother before I told you? If that's the case then I'm sorry you had to find out like that," he approached slowly, arms reaching toward you.

You shoved him away, "You don't get it, do you? You still don't get it."

"Then explain it to me... please."

"You're marrying her! How could you marry her? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't be breaking my heart like this!" you screamed at him then, and tears streamed down your face. 

"What?"

"How could you marry someone else Sihtric? How could you do that to me when you know how I feel about you? Do you expect me to attend your wedding with a smile on my face? Congratulate you for every child you have with her?"

"What do you mean I know how you feel about me?"

You turned to walk away, and Sihtric couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed your arm again and spun you around to face him, pushing you against the wall, his face inches from yours. 

His voice rose in anger, "You know what, no! You don't get to say something like that and walk away from me. What did you mean when you said I know how you feel?"

"You know very well what I meant. Do not humiliate me any further," you gave him a weak laugh.

Realization dawned on his face as his eyes widened.

"You have feelings for me?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, "What does it matter? It's not like you feel anything for me."

Sihtric scoffed derisively, "That is the furthest thing from the truth."

"Huh?"

"Don't act like you don't see it. Like you never saw the way I've always looked at you."

Your eyes narrowed in anger, "How dare you? You never once told me how you felt. How dare you blame this on me?"

"I'm not blaming-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"That doesn't change anything. You're still marrying her."

Your voice broke at the last word and Sihtric's heart clenched at the sight of your melancholy expression.

"I'll try to be happy for you. I swear it. You-you should be able to be with the person you love most and I will make my peace with the fact that it will never be-."

"I don't want to marry her!"

"But-"

"I thought that by marrying someone else, I could forget about you. I was wrong. I can't forget about you."

"Oh don't pretend to care now."

Sihtric tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and ran his fingers down your jaw. 

"I care about you more than anything," he whispered, stepping infinitesimally closer. "I love you."

"You do?"

"Weren't you listening silly girl? It's you I love, it's you I wish to choose."

"I don't appreciate being called silly," you sulked. "And you're really not going to marry her then?"

"No. No, I can't keep lying to myself."

"You really hurt me you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Sihtric begged, his voice pleading. "But please, just give me a chance to make it up to you. I love you. I always have, ever since we were children, and even when I couldn't see you, I never stopped thinking about you. I just didn't want to ruin what we had by telling you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had always secretly hoped that he felt the same way, but had convinced yourself that he didn't. Now, standing in front of him, you could feel the tug of your shared history and the depth of his emotions.

"Please, just one chance. Let me show you how much I care about you. I promise to never take you for granted again," Sihtric continued sincerely.

"Okay," you murmured, your voice softening. "Okay, I'll give you a chance but if you hurt-"

"Never. I will never hurt you again."

Sihtric brushed the remaining tears from your eyes tenderly and smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He couldn't resist the pull he felt, because then he was leaning in and pressing his lips gently against yours, unsure if you would reciprocate.

You were caught off guard by the suddenness of the kiss, but as his lips moved against yours, you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, allowing yourself to be swept away by the rush of affection you felt for him. 

You both stood there for a few long moments, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around you. When he pulled away, Sihtric grinned.

"I suppose I'll have to ask your brother's blessing again," he looked into your eyes hesitantly. "That is if you would do me the honour of allowing me to be yours?"

"Yes. Yes of course."

"Thank you."

He pressed a delicate kiss to your scar and then you were pulling him back towards you by his collar, mouths pressed in a passionate embrace as you both gave in to the undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled against your skin like a prayer. 

[ghostlychief]

Star Pupil

Request: Hello!!! Hope you have an amazing birthday. Can I please request a Ghost x fem!reader where Ghost is training a bunch of rookies, but they dont really take training seriously. Like ik it sounds very unrealistic as the battleground is very dangerous but yk- so like theese recruits are like, not trying or just rolling their eyes behind Ghosts back(ofc he notices) but reader catches Ghosts eyes bc she is the only one who is actually trying(and the only female among them) and taking the training seriously and he sometimes sees her training in her free time. Just wnated to know how he would react about this :33Feel free to ignore, and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN <3

AN: HELLO this is so much later than when you requested (sorry lol) but i hope you enjoy what i threw together <33333 THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! hope you take care hon, and thanks for the birthday wishes when you originally sent this in!!!!! - Lee

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Oneshot: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

warnings: none, cursing? it’s really just fluff

summary: you are a new recruit for the organization that squad force 141 is under. what happens when you are seemingly the only recruit that takes her training seriously, but also develops a crush on your instructor?

wc: 1.4k+ (this really turned into a whole thing huh)

enjoy!!!!

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Ghost should have known that a class of new recruits would be difficult to teach.

Hell, all of them were male, expect for one person who was a woman. The fact that the class was 99% male didn’t surprise him when the first day of teaching went to complete shit.

No one was listening to his instructions and he didn’t even know how most of these men qualified to even be here, training under him. They were unruly, constantly talking when he was giving instructions and in even some instances, they would mock and roll their eyes at Ghost when his back was turned.

The recruits were just lucky he didn’t see them mocking him, otherwise it would be a completely different story, and all those who participated would be packing their bags to go home.

It was a blow to his ego.

Did they not know what a unique opportunity this was? To be training with a member of the infamous squad 141?

141 was the best in the game, the best team out there to accomplish complex covert mission after mission. No one else had the skill set or the discipline to be as good as they are.

So, why the fuck was the next generation of the organization being such dipshits?

Much not to Ghost’s surprise, the sole recruit that was taking training seriously was the woman recruit.

After the first week, Ghost found himself looking up your file, wanting to know more about his star pupil. He figured you were around the same age as the other recruits, but it turned out that you were around his age, although a few years younger. You also had some field work under your belt. That must be why she seems so much more competent that her peers, Ghost thinks.

Before you were recruited to squad 141, you spent your late teens and early twenties going to a prestigious military school, specializing in military strategy and combat. Afterwards you joined an organization specializing in oversee operations. You also had a special skill in archery and close quarters combat, specifically knife play.

He was impressed to say the least.

He also couldn’t ignore the fact that he thought you were pretty. His teammates teased him relentlessly when they saw him, catching onto his schoolboy crush.

“Hey Ghost, how’s your star pupil?”

“Do you make all the other recruits run more laps than her?”

All of these stupid questions came with a smirk and at least one laugh from another team member. Ghost kept his cool though, he didn’t want to give them any more ammo to hit him with. Somehow these bastards found out I have a crush on her, bloody hell.

He didn’t even think he was being that obvious. However, when sifting through his memories, he realized he did talk about you a lot, especially after a drink or two. But who could blame him? You were at the top of your class, and outshone your pupils so easily. It was hard not to brag about you to 141.

You impressed him further when he spotted you training by yourself, during your precious free time. Typically, new recruits had a rigorous schedule, so any free time granted was special, not the be taken for granted. Most people took naps, drank, or simply lazed around with their friends during this time. However, you continued to amaze him at your dedication to be the best at your job.

He figured out your schedule so sometimes he would find himself trailing behind you (without your knowledge of course), and watch some of your solo training sessions. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, he just wanted to see what you focused on when you trained alone.

The next time he had training with your cohort, he found himself giving you specific pointers based on what he saw during your unaided training sessions.

As astounded he was by you, he never deliberately approached you, never singled you out. Apart from his tips here and there, he treated you like all the other recruits. Although he harbored a burrowing, yet growing crush for you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

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Sooner than later your graduation came. Now you were no longer a measly recruit but a major, you were someone with ranks. You were proud to say the least, and little did you know, your instructor was just as proud, maybe even more so than yourself.

When you were on the way back to your dorms, you noticed Ghost leaning against the door to the hallway. You tried to suppress the warmness that threatened to spread onto your cheeks, so you looked down, hoping he doesn’t notice you.

All throughout your training you tried your best not to make it apparent about the crush you had on Ghost. You really tried your hardest to solely focus on the task at hand; which was, training. Sometimes, to distract yourself even further from him, you would spend your free time alone, training even more. The exercise helped quell your racing heart and aching bones that longed for a certain 6’4 lieutenant.

The enigma behind him was all the more intriguing. You could only see half his face, who wouldn’t be interested to learn more? You were dying to know what he looking like with his balaclava removed. You wondered if he had a mustache, or any facial hair for that matter that was hidden by the mask.

Did he have dimples? A freckle or two on his chin, near his mouth? What did his lips look like? Were they thin, thick? You just had so many questions sparked by your new found crush on him.

You were shocked and a little frazzled when your tactic didn’t work, because right as you’re about to past Ghost, he gingerly places a hand on your bicep, and says your name.

Now that you think about it, this was the first time he called you by your name, all other times he referred to you as Recruit 139.

For a man who’s skilled in killing people, he had such a gentle hold on you, not at all imposing. Your heartbeat picked up and when you glanced up at him, it raced even more.

“Hm? Oh, hi Lieutenant.” You slightly bowed even though his hand was still on you, the warmth sizzling through your shirt and seemingly marking your skin.

Before he could get a word in edge wise, you said hurriedly, “I just want to say thank you for being such a great instructor. You really motivated me to perform my best and try my hardest. So, again thank you.”

You found yourself slightly bowing again. Why do I keep doing that?

Too caught up in your own embarrassment of being around Ghost, you failed to notice the curve of his lips upturn under his balaclava, obviously endeared by you.

He removes his hand from your arm, and says, “No need to thank me, I mean you practically did all the work yourself. You were clearly more driven than your peers, along with all those training sessions you did during your free time-

“Wait what?”

When you look back up at Ghost you see that his eyes have widened. “How do you know I train by myself?”

Ghost lets out a chuckle in the form of a sigh, “I just saw you by accident a few times, wasn’t stalking or anything.” He holds up his hands as if to confirm.

“Ah, is that why you gave me suspiciously specific pointers during training sessions? I thought you were reading my mind!”

This time he grants you a full laugh, “No, no minding reading here.”

He takes a step towards you, and you automatically take a half step back, not used to being so close to the lieutenant.

“Anyways, what I wanted to originally ask you was, do you want to go out for celebratory drinks? You are my star pupil after all. Well, no longer a pupil, but a colleague.”

You tried to hide your awe. Is he really asking me to go get drinks?

You’re about to reject, when you realize that this is your chance and like he said, you are no longer a student of his, but rather a colleague.

You pretend to ponder his request, bringing a finger to rub your chin and grant him a sweet smile. “Hmm, are first rounds on you?”

Though, he sees right through your act.

You hear him cough, as if suppress another laugh, and then he says, “Of course. That would just be rude if it wasn’t, hm?”

Your smile widens, and Ghost thinks he may pass out, “You’re damn right.”

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Masterlist

[detectivemarvelingcomics]

Ik you're working hard on the next nycv chapter buuuuuut if it's okay can i ask for more cute pre-isekai!batsis stuff with the batboys 🥺 if you're okay with it ofc!

Oh I'm always down for writing stuff about NYCV, sure I'll do like some bullet points or something

Not a chapter but y'all get some NYCV stuff too! Also to those who haven't read it this should be readable without having prior knowledge of the series so feel free to sit back and enjoy some Batboys fluff!

Tag list since it's technically NYCV content: @gabytodd @peachydokii @marshmallow12435 @f0leysgurl @luminaaz @lolsnacks @akuri-shinsou @pansinspace @time-shardz @lovely-maryj @urminebutidontwantyou @y3oudsc @rainnyydaysworld  @underworlder @franini @mayo-0-o 

NYCV!Batsis & the Batboys

[Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]

Dick Grayson

As we all know, he's the first batsib, talk about a high bar to reach (ba dum tss), and luckily for you he was an amazing older brother.

Fun where it counts, doting 24/7, protective when the situation calls for it, and stern when he has to be. There's a reason why you looked up to him more than your father in some regards.

Whenever he's off on a mission somewhere far away, he sends you postcards. You keep them in a box under your bed and you haven't thrown a single one away! Each card had a cheesy joke written on them, something to make you smile while he was gone is how he signed them all off with.

There was one time he was on 'Babysitter Duty' (as they later put it) and you ended up staging a bank robbery in the ballroom while he played the Boy Wonder (of course) who saved the day! (Poor Alfred was nominated to be Condiment King).

He's actually insufferable, his coworkers used to hate him because of how often he'd pull his phone/wallet/photobook/whatever could physically hold your picture just to gush and say "Look at my baby sister isn't she perfect?!" "Dude, that's, like, a whole ass teenager" "Shut up."

Although you'd always shown interest in his vigilante work, up until after the whole "I will never be a vigilante thing" much later, Dick was always very very careful in keeping you away from it. Hell, you didn't even know he was a Robin until you wandered into his room one evening when he came back from patrol.

By the time you'd figured him out, he did everything he could to keep you away from harm's way. You just weren't trained to handle yourself, and Dick would be a leader before he was your brother, as much as he'd hate to admit it. So, to keep you safe, he kept you away.

But, when he was there, he made sure to be the best older brother you could ask for. Gifts, advice, jokes, confidants, anything you'd ask. After all, he had competition.

Jason Todd

AKA, the Competition. He's the next batsib you got and so far he apparently holds the title for 'Best Sibling' (according to a ranking system you didn't know about that's being score kept by Alfred, in second place is Cass, for those wondering).

If Dick was the doting older brother then Jason was the annoying one. The kind of brother to open the door to your room, stare at you for five minutes, and walk away like nothing happened. The kind of brother to pull a 'I'm not even bothering you!' kind of move.

But, when it comes down to it, oh this dude's taking a bullet for you. I mentioned it once in the story but he'd always wanted a younger sister and bam he got one, sure he thought you were a spoiled brat at first (and in some ways you were) but hell he's damn sure he'll keep you that way if it meant you'd always be, well, you.

There were some days he'd wonder what it would be like if you'd switched places. If he was the one with the silver spoon and you were the Gotham street rat and nope, shake that thought out of his head. Without you he's sure he'd have gone off the deep end in this vigilante shit.

As much as you'd argue that you both secretly hated each other, you'd remember the time when Jason broke his hand punching Conner Kent in the face. He'd just come back to the family and while you were both getting caught up, you let slip that you broke up because he fell in love with someone else and... whoops. Good thing Tim was there to talk some sense into him.

For the record, Conner did lose his footing, but he argues it's because he was caught off guard, while Jason swears up and down it's because the Lazarus Pit made him stronger, or something like that. You try not to think about it, you're surprised you're still allowed within Titan tower.

He'd never admit it, but of the batsibs he actually knows you best. If the others have questions about what you'd like or how you'd react to something they'd ask Jason. He'd always answer in a way that would wave them off, but he's never been wrong.

Jason, as cold-shouldered as he could be, he has a soft spot for you. If he ever saw you in trouble he's definitely going to step between whatever's going on, don't doubt him on that.

Tim Drake

The first younger brother and, in his argument, therefore the best. Ironically since he was the first younger one you did dote on him a little too much, being the one "good cop" figure in the manor while he was training to be a Robin.

Of course, though you were on the civilian side of things, he actually looked up to you in ways he never could with Dick or Bruce. While they're mainly for the vigilante stuff, you're just there to make sure he doesn't forget who he is: Timothy Drake and not just a Robin.

You were really trying to replicate what your older brothers did for you with Tim, though it was only a little more difficult with his background. Hard to get gifts for someone who probably already has it, and hard to keep secrets and surprises from someone who's good at figuring them out, but you always figured out a way, and those ways always made him happy to see.

Thursdays are Tim and (Y/N) days, everyone in the family knows it. It started out as a mini tradition to get Tim out of the house every now and then and soon it became routine, it was the time you both took to catch up with each other and this especially became true after you went to college. Those times were precious for him, and he always looked forward to it.

Until, that is, other members started crashing it. It started with Dick coincidentally running into you both and suddenly now Jason's already sitting at your booth? And Stephanie? And Cass? Barbara?! What happened to Tim and (Y/N) time?!

But, he had to admit, it was rare to see them all getting along well like this. He couldn't complain, as long as you all got to spend time together that's all that mattered. And, in the end, it was always you two anyway. You are one of his greatest confidants, and he is one of yours likewise. Despite the short age gap, you often found that you shared a lot in common with him. Maybe it was because of your similar backgrounds, or maybe it was because you doted on him so much.

Tim looks up to you. More than you think, and more that you'd expect. Every time you reminded him that you were just a civilian part of it seemed wrong to him. You're as much a part of the family as he is, or as anyone is, and usually it would be him to remind you of that when he caught you distancing yourself again.

You couldn't hide anything from each other, you could read him so easily and he was just good at finding things out. And when it came to being middle siblings, well, that's a pact in and of itself.

Damian Wayne

When you'd heard about getting another younger brother, a blood related one at that, you were ecstatic. Of course, you had Tim, but Tim had his responsibilities to the Drakes too, Damian was a Wayne and so were you, it was a little different.

Sure, his appearance was... sudden. His first impressions not so great either, but you could read him well. He was so young when he came into your father's care and underneath the harsh training and the poisoned words was still that little boy he is and you were determined to help him remember that it was okay to be a boy.

Taking him to the arcade, buying him books, and treating him out for meals were just a few points off of a list of things you've done to make him feel comfortable. You're not a vigilante, you can't help him with training or anything else, but you can help him in other ways and you tried to show that to him.

It took forever. Maybe about a year or so for him to finally open up to you, but once he did it was like a triumph to you, and you knew that you did well when one day you woke up and saw him fast asleep at the foot of your bed, still clad in pajamas and eyes slightly puffy from whatever happened the night before. He's still a boy. You'd remind that to everyone when necessary.

After a while, he would come to you to ask about civilian things, troubles at school, troubles with making friends, and even troubles at galas. And every time you were there to help him out, giving him a few tips and tricks on how to avoid the paprazzi, maybe a clue here and there about what to look out for when looking for friends, and, of course, study tips so he didn't lose his mind in academy.

One day, while waiting to pick him up, there was a knock at your window. It was a woman you'd never seen before. She wore a headscarf that covered her hair and a pair of sunglasses that partially concealed her identity and, hell, if you didn't know any better you'd think that was your own mother. But something told you that she wasn't there to just say hello and, naively, you opened your door and let her in.

She sat at the passenger's seat, everything about her poised and elegant to the point that you were near in awe at her disposition and, quietly, she spoke, "thank you, for everything you've done for Damian." Talia al Ghul, she had to be, why else would she be here? You hadn't heard much about her, you'd barely even seen a few pictures of her from Damian's belongings, but here she was. "Of course," you'd answer, "I know it's not the same, but I know a little bit of how it feels to be alone." And to this she nodded, with a small smile, and with one glance out the car she left, moments later being replaced by Damian.

"So, where are we going today?" He'd ask. You'd give him a list of places, ask him to choose one, and you'd head there with him in tow. One of his favorites had always been the park.

Bonus: Bruce Wayne

I had to include bat-dad. Despite how I write him, he actually really is a good father, just not in the way you'd expect him to be. Y'all hold out for his arc, I promise it will be good!

When you were first dropped off at the manor, you didn't know what to expect from him. He was this huge imposing figure who was clad in black with a scowl on his face, you thought he hated you already. You were so young at the time, how could you have known any better?

Whenever he spoke to you, he'd crouch down and speak in a gentle voice. Whenever you'd ask him of something, even if it seemed like he didn't hear you, you'd see your answer within the next few days. He'd build you a whole other manor if you asked for it.

If only he wasn't so busy, juggling his role as CEO and Batman, he barely had enough time for the both of those, let alone time to raise a daughter, but he tried to show you that he was there in other ways. Fully funding your schooling was a given, but whenever you'd show interest in anything suddenly you'd see more of it in the manor.

When you'd expressed to Dick that you were interested in the piano, you found one in the house the next day. When you'd told Jason that you wanted to read more of a certain author, her entire collection was in the library. You once told Tim that you wanted to go to Metropolis U for college and, out of nowhere, there was an offer for a full ride. You and Damian used to go over to the Kent's to play a certain video game since neither of you had the time to bring it over and, would you look at that, the manor now has a game room.

A series of misunderstandings is what plagued this relationship. One from a father who barely felt the love of a parent and the other from a daughter who vyed for it. You both found your own way of communicating with each other, and it wasn't until the very end where it got strained.

But could you blame him?

You called him a monster.

You didn't even let him explain himself.

But, truthfully, even if you did...

He wasn't sure if you'd understand it.

Hell, he didn't even understand it himself.

All he felt was the heartbreak of realizing he made a mistake that couldn't be undone.

[jongsie]

FOOLISH HEART — N. RIKI

🎧 synopsis — Falling for your best friend was probably the stupidest thing you could've done. Especially because it hurt so much to see him with someone else.

🎧 au — best friend! ni-ki x gn! reader |🎧 ft — angst ofc <33, unrequited love, one-shot | 🎧 cw — crying, kissing, mentions of being sick, lmk if I missed something! | 🎧 wc — 785

🎧 raven's note — this is another old fic of mine because I have nothing new to post sadly erm... anyways I hope you guys like it!

Falling in love with your best friend was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. Being so close to him yet so far killed you. You fell for Nishimura Riki and you hate it. You hate how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he liked, you hate how easy it was to get lost into them. But most of all you hate how he would talk about her. 

Nothing broke your heart more than when he would talk about Saori. How his eyes would lit up when she walked into the room. How he would forget about your existence when she looked at him. You hate having feelings for your best friend, and you hate knowing that you will never have a chance with him. Shaking your head you try not to think about those thoughts. 

You were walking down the hallway trying to get to the rooftop. Being there always helps you calm down. Since the morning a nervous feeling was building up in your chest and you had no idea why. The closer you got to the staircase that led to the roof the more your gut was telling you to turn back and come back later. Yet you decided to ignore it and kept on walking. 

Walking further down your steps slowed when you heard a quiet giggle. Then a soft laugh. The anxiety in the pit of your stomach worsened. The laugh sounded awfully familiar. The closer you walked to the staircase the more clearly you could hear two people talking. 

Step. It went quiet. Step. You felt your anxiety worsen. Step. You heard a whisper of a name. Step. You hear someone take a few steps. 

Step. 

Turn. 

You wished you listened to your gut. You wished you stopped at the bathroom to take a few breaths to calm down your nerves. Because when you turned the corner you saw Riki’s lips on Saori’s. 

Tears pricked your eyes. You froze on the spot. Your mind was yelling at your body to get away from where you were. But you couldn’t move. It felt as if you had been turned to stone. All you could do for a moment was watch as they kissed. Riki’s hand rested on her hip while the other cradled her face softly. Feeling a tear roll down your cheek brought you back to your senses. 

Quickly as you could you ran away. Away from where they stood. Your feet carried you in the direction of the closest bathroom. Entering it you let yourself breakdown. Warm salty tears rolled down your face, bringing a hand up to your mouth you tried your best to muffle your sobs. The image of them together kept on flashing through your brain. With a shaky hand you brought your phone out of your pocket. 

“Hey y/n,” Danielle spoke. 

“Please come to the 2nd floor bathroom,” your weak voice spoke. 

“Shit what happened?” your friend asked. 

“I’ll tell, just please come,” you said. 

Danielle came running to the bathroom as fast as she could. As soon as she spotted your figure she held you close to her as you cried again. That night you went to sleep with a broken heart and no good night message from Riki. 

The next day when you woke up you had a high fever, so stayed home. Usually when you weren’t at school Niki would spam your phone or come to your house but today it was nothing.

No call, no text, no visit to your house to check on you. Not feeling any better for the rest of the week you didn’t attend classes. The only person who came to check up on you was Danielle. There was still nothing from Riki’s side except radio silence. 

The next monday when you went to school you weren’t sure what you were going to do, there were a million different things on your mind. As soon as you stepped on school property a voice called out your name. 

“Y/n,” Riki said. 

“Riki.” Putting on a fake smile you waved to him. 

“Come here I need to tell you something,” he said. 

“Oh, okay sure.” Walking to where he stood you took notice his hand intertwined with Saori’s. 

"Y/n meet my girlfriend Saori," he said, smiling widely at you. 

As soon as those words escaped his mouth it felt like your world stopped. Sucking in a shaky breath you give them a tight lipped smile and congratulate them. You always knew that Riki would never be yours. But you didn't know that it would hurt so much. 

Damn your foolish heart for falling for the one person it couldn't have.

🎧 raven's note — also idk if anyone remembers but this fic had other parts to it. but I won't be uploading them since I didn't like them much, so this is a one-shot know :)

© jongsie— all writing is mine do not plagiarize, cross post, repost, copy, translate, ect.

[louscartridge]

Hello, how are you?

I loved your sturniolo fic and was wondering if I could request a fic idea

I was wondering if you could do a Sturniolo Tripets x sister!reader where they are quadruplets and she is on her period and she gets really painful cramps and her brother comfort her and try to make her feel better.

a/n- ANON ILY YOU LIKE SHARE A MIND WITH ME OR SOME SHIT BC IM FR ON MY PERIOD RN OMG ILY!! i feel like some of this is kinda cringy but idk. also im good tyty and ofc you can request!! you can always request unless my requests are closed tysm for this!!

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit

cw- none?

slowly waking up you roll over and turn your phone on. the bright light hurt your eyes so you quickly turned it to the side and turned the brightness down. reading what time it is you groan. you woke up sooner then you usually do.... unless, your on you period. once you realize why you woke up when you did you jumped out of bed and knocked on nicks door a few times before going to the bathroom.

nick tiredly came out of his room rubbing his eye getting used to the light. he didnt know why or who knocked on his door until he heard the bathroom door loudly shut and realized your door was open. he walked over to the bathroom door and lightly knocked on it. “what do you need from the store?” nick knew the drill by now 

“i have pretty much everything i just need some tampons- like the variety thing” 

“ok ill be back”

“what are you guys shouting about?” matt askes nick

“y/n is on her period. i gotta go to the store” nick answers going back to his room to get changed.

matt waited for you to come out of the bathroom sitting against his bedroom door.

“hey matt”

“hey y/n, do you need anything?” 

“food would be great.”

“on it! nick left already by the way.”

before matt went to make you food he woke chris up. matt knocked on chris’s door first to see if he was awake. when he got no answer he opened the door. 

“chris” matt said turning on chris’s light next to his bed. “chris” he said louder shoving his shoulder.

“mmmm what” he groaned. 

“y/n is on her period im gonna make her mac n cheese, nick is at the store, and you! christopher are gonna make her snickerdoodles- nope dont look at the time, your helping”

groaning you turn over on your side. hugging your stuffed animal. your stomach already hurt so bad. you turned music on in an attempt to distract you, but it didnt seem to work. you could always go downstairs and get a heating pad, but your stomach hurt so bad you didnt even wanna move.

as if nick read your mind he came into your room with a bag. 

“hey sweetheart.” he says sitting on the edge of you bed taking somethings out of the bag. “i got your tampons” he says as he puts them on your nightstand. “i also got you some waffles there downstairs in the freezer so just let me know if you want them, and i got you tea and some gummy candy too” he puts your tea and candies next to you on your bed. “oh!” “i also put your heating pad in the microwave, figured if you didnt need it now you will sooner or later.”

“thank you” you replied patting his shoulder in the middle of each word.

“stop-”

“chris dont drop them!”

“oh my god, im not trying to!” 

you laugh as you hear your two brothers down the hall slowly getting louder.

“open the door” matt whispers to chris

“chris dont drop them!” chris mocks. “if i open the door i will drop them!”

“just hold the plate with one hand”

“nick i know you can hear us just open the door!” chris kicks your door stretching out the end of his sentence with a sigh. 

letting them in, nick laughs “okay okay”

“you two make a mess” you joked

“yes but well clean it up.” matt insisted

“you mean y-”

“chris dont even” 

chris changed the subject “i got snickerdoodles! for you!” he sang putting them next to the drink and candy nick got you.

“and i got mac n cheese!” matt sang back putting the bowl on your nightstand. “oh wait and this” matt threw the heating pad on your bed. 

“oh my god!”

“the microwave went off so i assumed you needed it”

“yes thank you thank you!”

watching trevor enter your room, you ask, “can we watch a movie?” you pat your bed giving trevor the ok to go on your bed.

“sure” both nick and matt obliged. nick sat on a bean bag in your room.

“only if i can have some of your candy!” chris shouted, lying next to you.

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Nineteen

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

tags:@tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses @laurpartyprogram

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Ricky was staying with Chris, which he hadn’t wanted to. When he came down, having finished editing the video, uploading it to YouTube so that he could publish it when he was ready, only for Chris to let him know the plan. He’d argued that he was fine in his own house. He hadn’t worked hard to buy his own fucking house to get run out of it by some fucking insane psycho stalker!

The whole argument had fallen on deaf ears. Chris had just shaken his head, saying that he wouldn’t be staying with him forever, that this was still his house, just until they figured out how to deal with everything that was happening, until all of this settled down. It would all be settled down. Chris assured him, standing there with him, a hand on his shoulder, the other curving around the back of his neck, just helping him breathe for a second. It would be fine.

Talia had taken a deep breath herself watching the guys console Ricky, as much as he fought to stay in the house, something about how he looked as he turned to head back upstairs to go pack a bag so he could stay with Chris, she had a feeling there was a weight off his shoulders. He could argue that he was fine here all he wanted, but he wasn’t, and she didn’t blame him. Realising that you had a stalker, it didn’t matter who they were, it was unnerving. In this case Talia thought  it was worse because Ricky did know Grace, and Grace knew Ricky, and now they knew that Grace hadn’t given up, whether, she thought she could get him back, or she was just trying to ruin his life, Talia didn’t know. Then again, someone as insane as to date him for so long and think he’d never find out she was lying to him, it was possible she thought turning the fans against him, would get him to come back to her. So Ricky packed up a bag of his things, along with some of his equipment, and after he published the video to his channel, headed to go home with Chris. Talia, however, went with Vin and Ava like she had been since she’d arrived, waiting to see how it would fair with the video, how the fans would react. By the time the video went live, it had been quite late at night for all of them, so it was no surprise, that she crashed into a fitful sleep long before she saw any reaction to it.

When Talia woke up, she realised it was mid-morning, and found a text from Ava, telling her that she’d gone into town with Vinny and that they’d be back later that afternoon. So dragging herself to make something to eat, only to hear the door, she sighed, walking from the kitchen, she went to answer it, and saw Rick on the other side of the door, waiting.

“Vin isn’t here, he went out with Ava-”

“Actually, I came to see you.”

She was taken aback. So far, Ricky hadn’t once gone out of his way to want to see her, every time they’d spoken, the party, yesterday, even the diner, had all been circumstances when they’d been put together because of other people, and had to deal with the other person, and now he was here, seeking her out?

“Um, okay, come in, I guess?”

Stepping aside to let him in, while it wasn’t her house, she knew Ricky was more than welcome in Vinny’s house as it was.

“I’m just making something to eat, I only just got up, I, well, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Talia nervously rubbed her neck slightly, she hadn’t been able to check her phone without being abused in her messages on her social media since yesterday, and honestly, she was scared to check it now, she hadn’t checked her messages since she woke up.

“I haven’t checked my messages since I got up, I know it's going to be crazy, I can’t control how the fans react, all I know was what I said, and I turned the comments off on the video. I told them I would, because of the abuse that came after the live, and how ashamed I am that any of my fans would abuse anyone online, ever. So.”

Walking back towards the kitchen after she closed and locked the door, she doubted that would change everyone, she knew how fandoms got, while there were a lot of good people there could be a lot of bad too. It wasn’t a good thing, even if you could meet great friends, you could meet your worst enemy too.

“What was more important, was, talking to you about yesterday, about how we haven’t really talked, and you were right, I haven’t wanted to. Honestly, because admitting that you’re my soulmate has been, it's been shit through all of this. I have been struggling-”

“I know Ricky, you don’t need to explain that to me-”

“Shit! Will you just stop!”

Rick cut her off as she went to make herself a coffee, and she started a little, going tense as she set the cup that she’d just pulled out of the cupboard on the counter carefully, not wanting to look back at him now and fuck, he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling bad for snapping at her with how she looked right then. Shit... Why did she have to look like a spooked fucking deer, when yesterday she looked like she was ready to slap him into the middle of next week. Where was that girl, he needed her for the moment. But he supposed, at the same time, he needed reminding, why he was here, after what she said yesterday, he didn’t know her, he didn’t know the pain she’d been put through, by her own fucking family. He had so much support around him, from the band, his friends, and even his family from a whole other state, and she had Ava and two friends who couldn’t even be here with her now.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I just, do you always do that? Make excuses for other people's shitty behaviour? You’ve been doing nothing but that for me since we met, haven’t you?”

He’d known he was acting like an ass, but hearing her yesterday, he hadn’t realised just how much of one he was until then. Shit. When Talia didn’t say anything, just stared at him for a long moment, Ricky glanced down at the coffee cup on the counter and shifted on his feet, moving to pick up the cup. When she went to say something, he lifted his hand,

“Let me, how do you like it?”

He didn’t have Ava here to ask, and hadn’t prepared in advance like she had yesterday, so, he went ahead and asked her directly.

“Half cream, no sugar, please.”

Nodding slightly, they both fell silent as he went to work to make her her coffee, while she knew she hadn’t eaten anything yet and any moment her stomach was going to rebel, it was going to have to be satisfied with the coffee, because the thought of eating anything while about to talk about soulmates with Rick, well, the thought made her feel a bit sick. They’d been going around in circles enough, and she was a bit terrified of where this was going to go, not to mention the messages she had seen yesterday, had brought back the worst memories, she didn’t need to go down that path right now.

Once he was done, Rick handed over her coffee, and let her take a sip before,

“Okay?”

When she nodded slightly, he smiled a little, at least he could do something right, even if it was only coffee.

“Good, okay. So, I know I’m fucked up, and I don’t need you making excuses for me, I don’t deserve them, any of them. I don’t deserve them any more than the people in your past do, because I know I don’t know you that well, but from everything Ava says about you, and she talks about you constantly,”

His voice a little deadpanned at that, trying not to smirk at the way Talia’s face turned a bright fucking red when he said that, she did though, Ava had talked Talia up all through their time on tour, even if Rick had tried to avoid any talk of her like the plague it had been impossible in its entirety. He’d be laying in his bunk, and Ava would be talking to Vinny about home, and Talia this, and Talia that, and it had made him want to scream in fucking frustration into his pillow that he couldn’t escape her.

“Then you are an amazing person. Honestly, you’d think you were her soulmate, Vin should watch out, she might have a thing.”

Hearing her chuckle against the coffee much was better than the dead silence, and the startled look she’d given him when he’d snapped at her before.

“There was that moment in college, so maybe, he should be warned.”

“Oh wow, noted, I’ll give him a heads-up.”

Both of them were laughing that time as she drank some more of her coffee, Ricky reaching for another coffee mug as he started to make himself a coffee.

“So yeah, I want to apologise, I realise, like a complete asshole, that I haven’t, for anything that I’ve done, or said to you, pretty much the entire time I’ve known you. How I’ve treated you has been, inexcusable. Even if you weren’t my soulmate, I should have treated you with more respect, especially as my best friend’s soulmate’s best friend, sister even.”

Both of them, standing in the kitchen, with their coffees leaning back against opposing counters and drinking at their mugs,

“Thank you.”

It was nice to hear it, at least. Talia hadn’t ever even gotten an apology from her family. Not that they would ever consider that they were wrong, that she could be right about having a famous soulmate, that was it, not that she’d always known who he was. Kyle and Jordan had known from the start, it was that Ricky was famous. Who was she, what right did she have, to have a famous soulmate when they didn’t? At least that was how Ava put it, that they were all just jealous, what made her special, was that she had a famous soulmate, and they didn’t, why did she deserve something more? She didn’t, she just had a soulmate, a normal soulmate, Ricky. Ricky, who enjoyed music, had been painfully abused by a horrible woman because of it.

“Fuck, don’t thank me, I was an asshole to you, especially at that party, shit. Making you prove it.”

He knew how he was treating her then, just like Grace had been suggesting she was, just someone out to play him, and he felt like utter fucking trash for it. Now she was thanking him for finally acting like a decent human being and apologising? Well, that made him feel even worse.

“Shit, you can’t be real.”

Just hearing him mention that party, even with what he was saying, how he’d treated her that day, Talia was feeling some sort of way, and Ricky’s eyes went wide when he felt the way she was reacting to it, the way his soulmate tattoo started to grow warm. Only the heat wasn’t instant and, well, stabbing like yesterday, it was like a warm slow burn. The warmth was a tingle that sunk into his skin to spread through him, and shit. That was when he saw it, the way her fingers pressed tighter to her mug, her back arched as she stood a little straighter, her thighs, tensed slightly, pressing together under her long shirt, the shorts she wore barely visible underneath.. Oh, and oh that delicate flush of her cheeks..

“Oh, oh Talia..”

The words were so softly off his lips, that he barely breathed them, he wasn’t even sure she heard him, but that wasn’t the point. She had to be some sort of masochist, he was a fucking asshole to her of epic proportions, and she was still thinking about him like that. Swallowing, not that he could lie himself, that day had played on his mind too. He’d thought about her more than once over the past week, enough that that tingle in his tattoo right now was not an unfamiliar feeling… Right now, seeing the way she was rolling her shoulder on the side of her tattoo, remembering how she reacted to the pain yesterday… it was making him wonder.

Did she feel it every time he did?

Did Talia feel what he felt every time he’d felt a surge of sensation in that tattoo?

Fuck, the most memorable had been when they were together, in that bathroom. He’d felt it, the way he brushed against her tattoo, the way he’d let his lips trail over her tattoo, how in that instant he’d felt her come around his cock as he did. Just thinking about it now, he might as well have been buried deep inside of her again, with the way the surge of feeling in his tattoo flared just at the thought, his eyes closed at the soft gasp that escaped her against the mug of her coffee.

“Shit.”

Ricky set his down on the counter before he dropped it and scalding hot coffee went everywhere. He took a deep breath, eyes opening before he moved towards her, taking the mug from her hands and putting it aside, hot coffee, safely out of reach for the moment, and then his hand was curving around the side of her neck, over her soulmate tattoo, just letting his fingers rest there over her skin nothing more, and feeling her shiver slightly under his touch.

“You can feel something, can’t you?”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Well, it's time for my hcs. (Mostly UM and KO)

Ultra Magnus has a terrible CPTSD. Sometimes he hears a plane and immediately transforms his hands into blasters. When he talks to someone he tries to continue the dialogue, but all his attention goes to figuring out the location of the enemy. (+ he has bad sleep schedule)

I'M also has a terrible case of 'bad things happen to bots when I leave them'. He doesn't like staying away from the battle, because he cares very much for his new found family. He isn't afraid of dying for the cause, but he doesn't want to lose anyone.

At the free time he has helped some Autobots make their battle skills better. Like he spared with Miko in Apex armor so she could practice her punches and also had classes for medics (Ratchet and KO). They didn't have blasters, which is disadvantage, but they figured out the way to fight almost as good as others.

Speaking of KO. He wasn't very welcomed at team at first, so he was watched very closely. Yet sooner or later they've warmed up to him. KO was a bit afraid at first, but seeing that they meant no harm, he came back to his sassy attitude.

Also KO has some appreciation problems. When he was a decepticon he had to earn the respect and after Shockwave came along he felt very replaceable. He wasn't thanked for his work half as much as he should. So when Ratchet thanked KO in 3 season he genuinely said "you're welcome".

But the moment he felt he was accepted into team prime was when OP didn't let him on some mission. It went like "Why can't I join?", "Knock Out, comrade, you aren't in need of another warrior, yet we may use the help of a second medic." "We can't just lose medics around. Too important." Ratchet adds. After like the whole team nods. And KO felt so appreciated

After that he became very close to Team Prime and (if they stayed on earth) to kids. When some bully is rude to Jack, KO would let Darby drive himself in school just to show off. He'd watch horrors with Miko, and even tell some interesting stuff abt Cybertronian culture, organism ect to Raf

Also he'd race with Bee and Smokescreen, but he is hella competitive. Like this scene in Avatar The Last Airbender, where Azula plays volleyball. "You'll never rise from the ashes of humiliation!" "Dude... It's not that deep bro.."

Oh, and he'd be very awkward with Smokey cuz like... He tried to open him up. But Smokey doesn't mind it, saying that they're even after he put KO in the wall

The other very strange relationship he has with Bulkhead. It's because of Breakdown. Bulkhead hated him and, as we all know, KO was in a relationship with him. Bulk ofc doesn't hold anything against KO for his relationship, yet they'd have a lot of different opinions on BD. They would talk a lot, finding out more about BD's past

And boy oh boy he had a wild one. Him and Bulkhead were born in the same class. They were builders, as Bulkhead said 'I can build stuff, I can break stuff. That's all.' Yet both of them wanted to do more good in the world, so they joined the Wreckers (before the war it was a gang that helped everyone in need and protected the weak), where they've met. Bulk and BD quickly became brothers in arms but the war seperated them

Once BD heard a broadcast of Megatron's ideas of reforming Cybertron and became a great supporter. He joined the decepticons cuz he thought it was his chance to make the world better. He was so blinded by Meg's promises that he thought this crimes were justified. Bulkhead was more observant, and felt something shady and was grossed out by bombings. But the thing that brought them apart and made them enemies was BD's betrayal. Early in the war Megatron was merciless and Wreckers mostly opposed him. Breakdown pledge allegiance to Megan. He wanted whole gang to join, but they refused and Big M wanted to destroy them all. Breakdown told the location of their hideout, and when Wreckers met there, they were greeted by pistols. It was a big fight, some lives were lost. After that BD went with Decepticons and Bulkhead with the Autobots. Now Bulk hated BD for his betrayal

KO never knew abt that cuz he met BD later. Knock Out was a doctor in one of the neutral cities, that were captured by Decepticons early in the war, and decided to join the "winning team" Just to survive

After all the talks Bulkhead started to respect KO more

Knock Out, Bee and Smokey regularly forcing the gang to go to the drive in theaters.

Arcee, June and Miko have a girls nights where they judge everyone

OP and UM are very close. To the point they're mistaken for brothers (they call each other that in private)

Ultra Magnus doesn't like to show affection in public, so when someone wants to hug him or smt like that, they always ask him to another room. Like after OP came back in season 3, Optimus said smt like "Ultra Magnus, old friend, for a word". And then they are just hugging in another room

Optiratch. Just them. Married. Conjux endura. That's all

Megatron, Soundwave and Shockwave are mean girls.

Megasound cuz you can't stop me. And Shocky just third wheeling his spark out.

Shockwave actually started to like Starscream when they were left on earth.

Agent Fowler and June dating, cuz they both deserve better

KO, Arcee and Ratchet form a widow club after the film.

KO and Arcee beat Arachnid's aft together.

That's all for now.

[dingochef]

A belated Happy Birthday to our favorite flyboy, Glen Powell. Here's a one shot from my Dancing on the Clouds Below universe featuring Jake and Elsa.

Masterlist

Flyboy

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Spanking, P in V sex,

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: A very sexy Birthday for your favorite flyboy, Jake.

With Jake's birthday coming up you wanted to do something special for him; Jake has always put in the extra effort in his gifts to you. An idea came floating through your head.  A few phone calls later, it was coming together. Lydia is the first of those phone calls.

"Hey, chicka, what's up?" she perkily asks when she answers the phone.

"Jake's birthday is coming up and I have an idea for a gift, but I need a good boudoir photographer.  I figured you might have a line on one, rather than me randomly searching the internet," you explain.

"What makes you think I have a naughty photographer in my Rolodex?" she replies, only mildly indignant.

There is a long pause and then she sighs, 

"Ok, you're not wrong.  I can text you the info right after this call. So, what kind of look are you going for? Naughty nurse, classy soft focus, Playboy bunny?"

You laugh, 

"None of those ones, I was going to do the pin up look, kind of like the nose art on WWII planes.  I've got a friend who works at the air and space museum and she's got me some time after hours to do a photoshoot."

"Ooh, great idea.  Any specific outfits?"

"I thought of doing a sexed up Rosie the Riveter and then I've got a nice skimpy red dress, heels, and stockings.  I'm going to smuggle his bomber jacket out and wear that in a couple."

"Nice, you need help with hair and makeup? I'd love to tag along and see how it goes. This is exactly the kind of thing Rooster would come in his pants for."

"Eww, thanks for the visual. And yes that would be super helpful for getting the look right. It is kind of a pilot thing, isn't it?"

She laughs, 

"Yeah, it is."

You hang up and the info for Jenny of Satin Dreams Boudoir Photography pings on your phone.  You take a quick look at her website and like her style, so you give her a call.

"Jenny speaking," a pleasant sounding voice answers the phone.

"Hi, this is Elsa Matthews, I got your contact info for photography from Lydia O'Callahan," you reply.

"Oh yeah, Lydia, she's always been a fun one to work with.  That red hair is perfect for the camera, what can I do for you?"

You give her the rundown on the location and the ideas you have in you head and some of the available times.

Jenny is excited by the idea, 

"I love it!  I've been wanting to do some vintage work and this is perfect.  Let me know your email and I can send you pricing and contract details."

That settled you now have to come up with the second part of the plan that includes a little bit of subterfuge. You tell Jake that you have a networking event to attend for work that'll keep you late.  You're able to smuggle his bomber jacket out by waiting for him to leave for work first.  

You're at work for most of the day and it seems to drag on.  Finally, the clock hits 3 pm and you practically sprint to your car. When you get to Lydia's house she is bouncing with excitement.  

"This is going to be so fun," she says as you walk in.  You're quickly ushered to her bathroom where she has laid out what seems like an absurd amount of makeup and hair products.

You show her a few pictures of what you were thinking for hair, classic 40s wave for the red dress and a simple updo to go with the bandanna of the Rosie the Riveter outfit.

She gets to work and soon you have a perfect Rita Hayworth wave that is frozen into place with a lot of hair products.  Next is makeup,

"I know this is going to feel like a lot, but for photography you have to exaggerate a bit more than what you would wear in real life," Lydia warns you.

About 45 minutes later Lydia has transformed you into a sexy Hollywood star of yesteryear complete with fake lashes and red lipstick.  

"This is perfect.  Thank you so much, I would have never gotten this to look so good.  You're like my naughty godmother of hair and makeup."

She giggles and claps her hands with excitement. You look at the clock and it's time to head over to the Air and Space Museum.  

You park in the back and meet Becky, your friend and gal on the inside, at the staff entrance.  Lydia and you haul all the stuff in.  Becky leads you to the section of the museum where the WWII aircraft are located.  Jenny is already there setting up her equipment.  

She walks over to you and gives Lydia a hug and then looks at you, 

"So good to meet you in person, Elsa.  You are going to be the perfect model today," she says.  You're instantly at ease with her, she is in her 50s, long hair that is perfectly silver with little square glasses perched on her nose.  She reminds you more of an English Lit professor than a naughty photographer.  

Becky shows you to a small room you can change in. You start with the black satin underwear, the garter belt, black sheer stockings with seams, lace tops, and little bows at the back and then shimmy on the red satin dress.  The dress is ruched up the sides and is strapless.  You put on your red heels with straps and take a look at yourself in the mirror.  The dress is short and you can see the lace tops of your stockings. You turn around and give a little squeal of glee, this is exactly the look you were going for.  You walk back confidently to where Jenny has set up.  She is at a B-29, a bomber that has been shined up and looks gorgeous.  A speaker is playing a 1940s playlist.   

You use a step ladder to get up on the wing and Jenny moves it so she can use it to take the shots. She directs you where to put your legs, your arms and you take a variety of shots on the wing. Your next series of shots are inside the aircraft.  Jenny gets one of you leaning out the door leg up against the side of the plane.   All throughout she is giving you cues on facial expressions, 

"Give me cute, sexy, think of Jake," to help guide the shoot.  She takes a few shots of you at the controls, including one of you sitting on the tiny dash, one leg spread wide and the other tastefully covering yourself.

You're about to wrap up the bomber shots when you have an idea. Grabbing Jake's bomber jacket you strip off the red dress so you're naked under the jacket, but still wearing the underwear, garters, stockings, and heels.  Jenny's eye's light up and she gets an idea.  She puts you back up on the wing kneeling facing away from her and you drop the jacket off your shoulders showing your naked back.  She has you look over your shoulder back at her.  Next she has you turn around and pull the jacket out to hold it at the bottom so it is spread across your chest showing the hint of your breasts but no nipple.  You lay down with your legs up on the fuselage and do the same pose with the bomber jacket.  

You take a deep breath and kneel on the wing and drop the jacket all the way down, baring your breasts for the camera.  Jenny quickly takes a few shots with a few adjustments.You get off the plane and she shows you a few shots on her camera and they look amazing.   You quickly change into the other outfit.  You had managed to find a tight short denim shirt dress that you can unbutton down to show off a red bra with white polka dots. It all matches with your underwear and the bandana, giving you a sexy Rosie the Riveter look.

You head over to a P-51 Mustang and you can see the ideas forming in Jenny's mind.  You start with various poses around the propeller. Next you take shots sitting on the wing, sitting in the cockpit, and your favorite looking into the engine compartment holding a wrench like you're going to fix the thing. Finally, you get in place for the big finale.  You climb up on the nose and take a few shots astride the nose, cowgirl style from different angles and some side saddle.  You finish the shoot with you in front of the green screen doing various Rosie the Riveter poses.

"That's a wrap," Jenny announces triumphantly.  Everyone says goodbye and Lydia and you head back to her house so you can get all the makeup off and tame your hair into more of your usual style. Luckily it's started raining, because that will help deal with the hairspray and not cause Jake to be suspicious.

Eventually you get back around 8:30.  Jake is lounging on the couch reading a book and looking good as always. He is reading some mystery novel. You lean down and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  

"Have you figured it out yet? Who's the murderer?" you ask. Jake laughs and looks up to kiss you on the lips,

"Not yet, this one is really good. How did your networking event go?"

"The usual, lots of people I know and some of the same idiots, so a bit good and a bit exhausting. I think I'm going to take a shower, want to join me?" 

Jake perks up at the thought and says, 

"Definitely, just let me finish this chapter and then I'll be in there to ravish you." 

–

You anxiously await the delivery of the  proofs from the shoot.  Jenny sends you a link to a site where to preview them.  You have to wait till out of Jake's vision to take a look at them.  You love the way they turned out, Jenny has done a wonderful job editing them, some she has done in black and white, full color, and then selected parts of some she's put in black and white to emphasize the red dress.  While you like the Rosie the Riveter ones you really like how the red dress ones and especially the ones of you in Jake's bomber jacket turned out.  You select the ones you want printed into a book, digital prints, and a few other items.  

A few days before Jake's birthday, you give him a heads up that he might want to come home a bit early on his birthday.

"Anything special you have planned?" he asks.  

"You'll see, just be patient.  Dinner reservation is at 7, so if you head home around 4ish, that should give us enough time," you tease him.

It's finally the day of his birthday and you get to give him his gift.  You work from home so you can be done early and get ready.  You're ready just a bit before 4 pm.  

You slip on Jake's bomber jacket over the red dress outfit and artfully arrange yourself on the armchair opposite the front door for maximum effect.  When you hear Jake unlocking the door you strike a pose, legs over one arm of the chair and arms stretched out.  Jake's jacket is slumped down off your shoulders allowing as much bare skin as possible. Jake comes in the door fiddling with his keys and turns directly to the shoe rack where he starts taking off his boots. He hasn't seen you yet, you can tell. You inhale sharply when you realize he's wearing his flight suit and not his khakis, something about his flight suit makes him even more irresistible than normal. His boots are finally off and he calls out, 

"El, I'm home," as he starts to scan the house for you.  He finally turns and he sees you. 

"Welcome home, Jake," you purr, as you raise one leg and slide your hands down, presumably fixing your stocking.  

Jake wolfishly grins as he walks toward you. He catches your foot in the air and gives the inside of your ankle a kiss as he slides his hands down your calf.

"This is way better than a surprise party," he says mostly to your leg he is caressing.  

You laugh, 

"You thought I was going to throw you a surprise party?," he nods, 

"Oh no, I want the birthday boy all to myself."

He is now skimming his lips down your leg and his hand on the back of your leg moves to explore what exactly you have on.  He feels the bows and lace tops to the stockings and he raises his eyebrows.  

"Stockings, had to be authentic to the era" you stutter out, distracted by his hands.

You stand up and Jake is quick to embrace and kiss you. It is a kiss that starts sweet and grows into one filled with heat.  Jake slides his hands down the satin of your dress to give your ass a good squeeze.  The motion pulls a throaty moan out of you and Jake takes advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth.  You wrap your arms around Jake, enjoying the feeling of his broad shoulders and the gentle scrape of his five o'clock shadow on your chin. He reaches into the bomber jacket and brushes his hand on the naked skin of your back.   He pushes the jacket off you to get a full look at your outfit.

"Wow, you look amazing, babe. You remembered my comments from that air show."

You do a little turn for him to see everything.  

"I wish I could take a picture to remember this forever," he says as he starts to kiss down your neck.  

You're momentarily distracted by his lips, and finally stutter out, 

"Funny you say that.  You should open the gift on the table."

He pouts a little and says, 

"I am unwrapping my gift."

"It'll be worth your while," you manage to say, suppressing a moan as his hand touches the skin between your stockings and your dress.  

He reluctantly pulls away to sit down on the couch and picks up the wrapped box on the table. You sit next to him, buzzing with anticipation. Jake  unwraps the gift with surprising patience. Pulling open the black box lid he pulls out a leather bound picture album.  

"What's this?" he asks you, slightly confused.  

"Look inside," you urge him.

He flips open the cover and sees where you have inscribed it.

I know that in any time and place we would fall in love. Happy Birthday, the first of many we will celebrate together.

My Darling Jake,

Always Yours, 

Elsa

He reads the message and kisses you before turning the page.  He turns to the next page and sees the photo where you are astride the Mustang in the Rosie the Riveter outfit.  The next one is you with the engine open,  your hand on your hip holding a wrench flipping skirt up to show off your underwear and your finger on your chin with a confused look on your face.  

Jake laughs, 

"You of all people would probably know how to fix an aircraft engine."

The next shot is you laying on the wing on your back looking back at the camera, your polka dot bra and cleavage clearly visible.

"That's my usual view of you.  The first night at the Hard Deck I couldn't stop staring down your dress. One advantage of you being short," Jake teases.

You give him a fake slap on his bicep, "You are incorrigible."

"Yes, but I think you like it," he retorts back, leaning in to steal another kiss before looking back to the album.

There are a few more from the Mustang and Jake takes his time to admire each one and then he flips the page to the first of the red dress shots.  The first shot is you leaning out the door with one leg hiked up on the door frame.  Next is one where you are on the wing laying down your stomach, your legs up behind you, red heels popping against the silver of the B-29. 

There's one of you sitting on the wing, legs dangling. Jake turns the page to see the photo of you sitting on the dash of the cockpit, one leg splayed out and the other tucked in to provide some modesty.

"You would have been slightly distracting on the flight deck," he jokes.  

Next is your favorite shot of the session, you are leaning against the fuselage just wearing his bomber jacket and the lingerie looking coquettishly at the camera.  The jacket covering just enough that the round swell of your breasts peaks out of the jacket. Jenny captured your expression perfectly. The final shot that is printed is the one of you kneeling on the wing leaning with your back facing the camera, the bomber jacket down at your elbows showing off your back. You are looking back at the camera with a knowing smile.  

"This one I really like, now I'd know why my jacket smelt like you the last time I wore it. You sneaked off with it.  Where did you get these done, babe? They're gorgeous," Jake asks, kissing you on the cheek.

"I called in a few favors, I know someone over at the air and space museum. I've got one more gift for you."

Jake smiles and starts to pull you into his lap ready for some more sexy times.  You push slight on his pec, 

"Hold on, flyboy."

You find the back cover where there is a pocket.  Quickly slipping your fingers into the pocket you pull out a card and hand it to Jake.

He accepts the card and flips it over to really look at it.

"Holy shit, El," he breathes, taking in the image he's holding.

It's a laminated card of you wearing his bomber jacket and nothing else, completely nude.

"This is for you to tuck into your flight suit. Keep me close to you. For some good luck."

"That's more than good luck, El. God, you like that next to me flying, I'll be invincible."

"That's the idea, Jake."

You put the book down gently on the table and move to straddle Jake.

"I've got more digital files we can look at later, but I think we have other things on our minds, flyboy," you say as a grind down on him feeling him getting hard under you.  

"That we do," he answers as pulls your head down for a kiss. It is brief but intense and he kisses his way down your neck pausing to suck a bruise at the base of your neck. He runs his tongue along the edge of the dress cupping your breasts in his hands.  

You are trying to find the zipper for his flight suit and whine when you're unsuccessful. He laughs and guides your hand to where the zipper pull is tucked under some fabric.  Quickly you unsnap the collar and pull down the zipper to find a black undershirt you still have to deal with to be treated to Jake's magnificent chest.  Your hands dive into the flight suit to find the bottom of his undershirt.  You grab the hem in an attempt to get Jake undressed. Halfway through the movement you realize that it's caught on Jake's arms thay are still in his flight suit.

"A little help here? I want you naked, please," you whine.

"So demanding," Jake laughs, pulling his arms out of the flight suit and his undershirt off. 

"You're really hot in this flight suit, even hotter when it's half off of you," you say in the most sultry way possible as you slide a hand down his chest and abs watching each muscle tense and release under your touch. 

Jake leans forward to nuzzle his face into your cleavage and looks up at you.  You can't help the smile that blooms across your face when your eyes meet.  

He reaches up and pulls the top of the dress down to reveal your breasts to him. Jake is immediately on them, licking, cupping, squeezing.  Anything he can touch he is lavishing attention on it.  You grind on his lap as he continues his efforts. Sliding your hand up you card your fingers the short hairs at the back of his neck and tug Jake's head up.  He rewards you with a little moan as you lean in to kiss him, your tongue slipping into his open mouth.  Your hips are still rolling rhythmically as you seek out some friction for your rapidly heating core.

Jake's hands run up and down your side, gliding on the satin.  He settles his hands on your hips and and pushes up your dress from where it has rucked up exposing your thighs and the top of the stockings.  Jake trails a hand from your hip across the top of your thigh and down between your legs, fingers teasing with a light touch. The dress is just covering enough that Jake can't see your pussy. You look at his face in anticipation to wait for the moment he realizes you're not wearing any underwear. He clenches his jaw when he puts it together, 

"God damn, El.  You're going to kill me. No underwear." 

His fingers ghost over your mound and part your folds to gently stroke your clit, 

"You've been ready to fuck me since I walked in the door. You got my flight suit all wet, you're so ready to go."

You lift your hips enough to see that indeed you have left a dark spot of your wetness on the green fabric stretched across his hard cock.

"Fuck, Jake," you whine as you sit back down and rub yourself against the coarse fabric seeking some relief,

"You do that to me, been thinking about fucking you all day, barely kept myself together. Wanted to use my hands, but knew it would be better with your cock in me when I came." 

Jake's hands have slipped to your ass where he has pulled up the dress to reveal the smooth skin there, he grips hard as you talk. 

"Thought about how you'd touch yourself looking at my pictures. Your big cock in your hand jerking off," you pant out between each cycle of your hips. Jake roughly pulls your head down to give you a solid, dirty kiss, his hand tangled in your hair.  You moan loudly at the action. Your hips have sped up as you grind against Jake seeking your high, your clit dragging across the green fabric.

"Let me hear how much you want it, El," Jake moans into your mouth as your hands tighten on his shoulders. Your orgasm is hurtling towards you, Jake urging you on with his hands on your ass helping to guide you.

"Let go, El. Come for me. Get my flight suit all wet. So desperate for me, you're humping me before I even get my dick out.  My needy little slut." 

He punctuates the last word with two hard slaps with his big hands on your ass breaking your peak over you.

Your hands are scrabbling at Jake's chest for somewhere to hold as your climax washes over you. You melt into Jake's arms as the aftershocks roll through you. He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you as you come back to the earth. Once you've caught your breath

Jake grips your hips and lifts you up to reveal his lap.

"El, god damn, look at that," he says pointing down to the large wet spot on his flight suit. A flush of embarrassment creeps across your face for some reason. Jake picks up on your change of mood.

"So fucking amazing, El. Fuck that's hot," he says, mostly into your mouth as he pulls your head down for another intense kiss. Your embarrassment quickly dissipating. He pulls his head back, his teeth lightly dragging on your lower lip.

Jake's hands grip your hips and spins you around with ease so that you are kneeling on the couch, hands on the back of sofa.   He is standing behind you smoothing his hands over your ass, the heat of his handprint still lingering on each cheek.  Soft lips startle you as Jake sweetly kisses each patch of skin. The gentle thud of his knees hitting the hardwood floor clues you into his next move. You start to squirm with anticipation knowing how good he is with his mouth. 

"Eager, El?" Jake asks, parting your cheeks revealing your dripping slit to his gaze. Without warning he dives in, his tongue sliding inside you in one deep motion and his fingers coming up to gently tease at your sensitive clit.  

"You're dripping, baby. Your needy little cunt can't wait to have my cock inside, can you?" he asks in a slightly mocking tone as he stands up, keeping his fingers on your clit.  

Words are beyond you as he menacingly rubs close but not directly on your clit. The sound of the rest of the zipper on his flight suit being unzipped and the soft rustle of fabric being pushed against skin fills the air.    He leans over his chest skin on skin to your back, he sweeps your hair past my ear so he can whisper,

"You ready for more, El?"

"Please," you surprise yourself with how desperate you sound. 

Jake leans back and you wait on edge for him to enter you.  You gasp when he pulls on the garter belt and snaps it against your skin on your ass. The pain is turning you on even more.

"Jake, please fuck me," you plead.

Another sharp sound rings out as he snaps your garter belt on the other cheek; it draws out a long moan and another plea.

"Please, please fuck me," you plead, begging, your voice going hoarse at the end.

"Shh, shh, I've got you," Jake coos as he soothingly caresses your ass. He finally relents and slowly pushes his cock into you. A wave of relief washes over as the slow stretch as he enters you is so good. You can only let out a long breathy moan in response. He bottoms out and pauses for a brief moment before pulling back and plunging in again, hard. You brace against the couch as Jake's hands latch onto your hips.  He snaps his hips in and out and sets an almost brutal pace. 

"So good, El.  Fuck, look at you," he pants out with each thrust, occasionally snapping your garter belt.  Jake places his hand on your shoulder and pulls you up against his chest. He keeps up his pace in the new position and he is hitting new spots inside you that are turning your brain into jelly. Jake slides his hand down to rub your clit as he whispers wonderful things to you,

"You take my cock so well, El. Feel you nice and tight. Want to feel come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Come for me? Be my good girl? Hmm?"

"Yes, please," you pant out more than speak.

Jake switches his rhythm on your clit and you come apart hard clenching around Jake, nearly collapsing with the intensity. Jake is holding you up as he thrusts chasing his release, the obscene sound of your wet cunt taking him filling the room. His last few thrusts lose their perfect rhythm as he gets close. 

"Oh fuck," is all he can he shout out before he spills inside you.  His release adding to all the wetness dripping out of you. Jake's arms wrap around you as you catch your breath.  The gentle kisses Jake is placing up your shoulder and neck relax you even more. 

"You are unbelievably sexy, El.  Thank you for this amazing birthday gift, all of it," he breathes into your neck where he has tucked his face. You turn your head to catch his lips in a kiss before you seperate.  Standing fully up you look at Jake and say before sweetly giving him a kiss and a wink,

"You're welcome, flyboy. It was pleasurable for all."

You catch the time on the clock on the wall and let Jake know,

"It's time to get ready for dinner."

"Only if you're on the menu for dessert."

He walks by you still looking ravenous and whispers, 

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[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.2

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Warnings: uhh business speak? mentions of covid? idfk

She was gone when he woke the next morning, a folded up piece of paper on the nightstand with her number scrawled inside. Smiling, he grabbed his phone, punching in the number and holding the phone to his ear. It rang for a bit before picking up.

“Annalisa.”

“Hey.”

“Good morning.” Her voice had gone from professional to soft and it made his smile widen.

“When'd you leave?”

“Shortly after dawn.” She said, “Didn't want to wake you. How'd you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a while.” Sy admitted, “They get that thing figured out?”

“Yeah.” She said, “Some overly entitled trust fund baby was pulling the whole “do you know who my father is?” and trying to get special treatment at Pendulum.”

“Ah.”

“He also brought drugs into my club, which we do not allow for obvious reasons.” She said, “He just needed to be reminded that he's a very small fish in a very big pond.”

“You ain't in the mob, are you? The kid ain't wearing concrete boots in the river, is he?” He asked and she gave a soft laugh.

“No, Sy, I'm not in the mob.” She said, “He was delivered to the police along with all the drugs he had on his person. I doubt he'll face any real consequences, but now he knows where we stand.”

“Any plans for today?”

“Working with distributors for the clubs, mainly.” She said with a sigh, “Reasonably certain we're getting gouged by one of them, so I need to go over the most recent invoices, compare them against prior. You?”

“I haven't been able to get a job since leavin' the service. No one wants to hire a vet, apparently, so I just hang out all day.”

“Do you want to come over? I can send you my address.” She suggested, “I'm not going to be the most entertaining person in the world while I do this, but it's something.”

“Yeah, send me your address.” He said and his phone buzzed against his head a moment later. “Switchin' gears. Last night was...really nice.”

“Yeah, it was.” She said and he could hear the smile in her voice. “Not what I thought would happen when I came to your rescue, but I'm not complaining.” The tone came through that he was getting another call and he pulled his phone away, looking at the screen and seeing his brothers number.

“Hey.” He said, putting it back to his ear, “My brother is callin' me. I'll call you back when I'm on my way over?”

“Okay.” She said and they said their goodbyes quickly, Sy accepting the other call before it went to voicemail.

“What's up, Pete?” He asked.

“You wanna tell me why your ex is blowin' up my phone about some chick named Annalisa?” Pete asked and Sy gave a growling sigh, running a hand over his face.

“Jesus fuckin' Christ.” He said, “Okay, here's the deal.” He told him everything that happened last night at the bar, from Tiffany approaching him to Annalisa coming to his rescue. He didn't tell him that he took her back to his place, because he really didn't need to know that.

“Ain't it usually reversed?” Pete asked.

“Apparently I make an appealin' Damsel in Distress.” Sy said and Pete snorted, “Anyway, that's what happened and Tiffany is havin' an aneurysm at the thought that I moved on.”

“I told you she was wacked.” Pete said.

“I know, I know.” Sy said, “Shove it with the “I Told You So”s.”

“Have you, though?" Pete asked, "Moved on? Because, fuck, Kyle. I saw what Tiffany did to you and what she put you through. We all did."

"Yeah." Sy said, "And yeah, I think I have. I dunno, Petey, there's somethin' about her. Annalisa, I mean. She's just...fuck."

"Yeah." Pete said with a chuckle, "That's how I felt when I met Beth. Like I got sucker punched and I was down for the count. Can't wait to meet the lady who laid you out." Out of all his brothers, only one wasn't married with a pack of kids. Military life had made that difficult for him, and his youngest brother was too busy being a shithead to settle down. They talked for a bit more before saying their goodbyes and Sy laid in bed a bit longer, staring up at the ceiling. His phone rang and he looked at the screen, but declined the call when he saw who it was. He may not have her number saved in his contacts anymore, but he still knew it.

Getting up, he walked naked into the bathroom to shower, closing the bathroom door as his phone started to ring again.

Leaning forward, he looked out the windshield at the gothic manor that rose up in front of him, double checking the GPS on his phone. Yeah, this was the place. Parking in the circular parking lot, there only one other car there, a dark SUV. Getting out, he looked down the hill, the town stretched out below. Hell of a view, that's for certain.

Heading up to the front door made of heavy wood, he gave a solid knock. It opened a moment later and he felt the smile stretch over his face that was reflected on hers.

“Hi!” She mouthed and pointed at the ear piece she had in one ear. “Yeah, I know the market's been shit, Jack. Doesn't mean you have to be.” Sy snorted, following her into the house and closing the door behind him. It was richly furnished in carved dark wood and furniture that looked older than his grandma, but was still in immaculate condition.

At her beckon, he followed her up the stairs and into an office, one side taken up by a large heavy desk with two monitors on top, the tower probably hidden below. A plush couch sat against one wall and he sank down onto it as she went over to the desk.

“COVID hit all of the entertainment and hospitality sectors hard, you're not a special case. Fact of the matter is—fact of the matter is and don't interrupt me, I compared invoices from just after restrictions were lifted, not before lockdown, to the most recent you sent us and it's gone up dramatically. Did you think we wouldn't notice?” Kicking off his boots, he swung his legs up on the couch, sinking down into the comfortable cushions further.

His phone went off in his pocket and he dug it out, declining the call and blocking the number. Maybe that would force the hint into her brain.

“You're out, Jack. We're dropping you as a distributor effective immediately. Oh yes, I know we have a legally binding contract good for another five years, but you violated that contract. Would you like to whip it out and read the fine print? Let me save you the hassle, I have it memorized. Clause number one: the quality of the product delivered will stay on par with the quality given upon initial agreement. Clause number two: the price of the goods delivered—what did I say about interrupting me—the price of the goods delivered will stay on par with market average within a margin of five percent. Jack, you've been charging us fifteen percent above market average for watered down swill in a fancy bottle, and don't you dare try to frame it as you were doing us a service because it means the patrons would have to buy more. We have a reputation of quality and integrity to maintain, and you have damaged that reputation.” She paused, a look of annoyance crossing over her features. “You are aware that your company is public, yes? That means I have access to your shareholder meeting notes. Record sales and a sixty percent increase in revenue compared to last quarter? Is that ringing a bell? You're sourcing shit product and charging your clients more for it so you can buy another villa in the Bahamas. You're done. Even if you violated one of those clauses, you would be done, but you broke both. Oh, don't worry about me, Jack. I already have another distributor lined up. Better quality and ten percent below market average. It's a better deal all around. No I'm not going to tell you who, are you joking? But you should worry about yourself, because I will be letting my network know not to do business with you and why. It's nothing personal, Jackie, it's just business. You will be paid in full for the latest shipment, but we will no longer be placing orders with you and any gratis shipments will be returned unopened. Toodles!” Touching the earpiece, she ended the call and sat down heavily in the executive chair behind the desk. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sy said, standing from the couch and heading over to the desk. “It was kinda hot watchin' you rip that guy a new one.”

“Yeah?” She asked with a snort, looking up at him as he turned the chair to face him, leaning over with his hands on the arms. “I'm glad you came over.”

“So am I.” He said, “Annalisa—”

“Annie, if you want.”

“Annie.” He said softly, “What happened last night don't feel like a one and done thing.”

“I wouldn't have offered that you come over if I thought it was.”

“I get that feelin'.” He said, “I wanna spend more time with you, while you're workin' or whatever, I don't mind. Call me clingy, but I wanna be around you.”

“Again, I wouldn't have invited you over if I didn't want to be around you.” She said and he gave a soft smile, reaching up to hold the side of her jaw before leaning down, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as she held his wrist gently, leaning into his kiss. She suddenly pulled away, touching the piece in her ear. “Annalisa. Yeah, Eugene, I just got off the phone with him.” Sy pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling away, heading back to the couch. “Of course he was pissed, but it's not our fault he didn't read the fine print before signing.”

[zukkaoru]

Hi, same anon as before haha, could you ever make a post about visually impaired/blind dazai?

ooo yes i do love the idea of dazai being blind in one eye/otherwise visually impaired. personally i am biased towards him having a prosthetic eye but this is just because of an inside joke with my sister sfdgfhj anyway have some thoughts (specifically based off dazai being blind in one eye/having one prosthetic eye):

for a while, ranpo is the only one in the ada who knows bc dazai is very good at hiding it. they don't say anything bc it's not their business, but they do try to make sure they either approach dazai on his left or make their footsteps loud enough that dazai can clearly hear them coming

yosano is second to figure it out bc she's a doctor. but she only catches on to the fact that dazai is somehow visually impaired and doesn't figure out the specifics until later

kunikida figures it out after a case where dazai gets injured bc the attacker came at him on his blind side and there was too much other commotion going on for him to hear them approach

obviously he's like why would you not tell me this!!!! it's KIND OF IMPORTANT!!!!!

dazai brushes it off like "haha i just forget everyone else has two working eyes :P" but really he. didn't want to expose any weaknesses to the agency members until he knew they could be trusted

after that it's treated sort of like an open secret at the ada. no one really talks about it, but yosano, ranpo, and kuni all do their best to cover dazai's blind side whenever they can. even if 98% of the time he doesn't need it

for a while, junichirou, kenji, atsushi, and kyouka have no idea. bc no one ever talks about it, the older ada members sort of. just. forget the younger ones would have no way of knowing.

so probably they find out when dazai makes some dumb joke about it. and they're all like HELLO????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ONLY HAVE ONE FUNCTIONING EYE!?

chuuya ofc knows and has known since they were like fifteen. they also always did their best to cover dazai's blind side when they worked with him (this i think is canon to some extent,, a lot of official art has chuuya on dazai's blind side during their pm days when his eye was bandaged)

most of the rest of the mafia had no idea what was wrong with dazai's eye (or if there even was anything wrong with it) but also,, no one was going to just ask. mori is the only other person in the pm who knows what happened

dazai likes to joke that he and kunikida have "one working eye total between the two of them" bc kunikida's eyesight is pretty bad without his glasses

most of the agency members walk loud enough that dazai can hear them coming so he isn't caught off guard regardless of which direction they approach from. the one exception to this is kyouka. she has scared him on multiple occasions by approaching from the right. once she realizes what the issue is, she does her best to approach from the left

ranpo does occasionally try to bribe her to sneak up on dazai bc they think it's funny to see him try to mask his surprise. she may have given in once or twice. but only because they promised to buy her crepes.

nikolai & dazai visually impaired worsties,,

^^ they both make jokes about it all the time, bouncing back and forth off each other. everyone around them is annoyed and no one thinks it's funny at all but neither of them care

okay this got longer than i was planning so i'll end here but. yes <3

[caramelstarlight]

If you don’t mind, can I become a mutual requester? I love how fast you get my prayers, but take your time please :> , Tighari x reader that uses a claymore (hydro). Reader is really sweet and not the type to use a claymore [kinda like Noelle] and not afraid to protect others even in public. Like if someone is bothering Collei, reader just calmly walks over, smiling sweetly, and summons their claymore, “Leave Collei alone or are we gonna have problems?”

You can go with anything you want but, King’s Squire, Prototype Crescent, and Slingshot R5 are really good for Tighnari. [I promise, I’m not trying to make it sound like your build is not good but it’s hard to find Tighnari mains these days and as a Nari main, I want you to have the best. Also I happy to find someone that loves Tighnari as much as me.]

Yeah ofc you can! ✅/⭐️. :D <33

I’m seeing how fun Tumblr can be actually. Hehe.

(Thanks for the tips! I was going to make him use Stringless! Might consider those other options. If you want you can come help me get the materials to craft them?)

Makes me think of Paladins… such as Financier cookie and Kougihn Amaine (didn’t spell right prob AKA Princess Peach cookie)

Willing to help!

Tighnari x Reader | Hydro Claymore | Fluff

More under cut <3

Y/N / Reader was seen as a motherly figure to almost everyone in Gandharva Ville. Most importantly they were always patient and helpful. Ready to be supportive to anyone she considers as friends or family.

Many people would come to them for their guidance and advice. Always steering them into the right direction. Despite their caring and generous personality, they aren’t scared to wield their vision and claymore to protect.

Even if they doesn’t know them. Y/N would always come to their aid no matter what. Earning them a n/n (nickname) Angel. Always looking at the bright side and helping others while being protective and positive.

This time you had to deal with a slight threat to the peace you had worked diligently to maintain. Someone’s causing a disruption in the peaceful Gandharva Ville.

Seeing a merchant was talking horrid things collei, You calmed down going towards the two. “We don’t have any issues do we? If you do, tell them to me. Leave collei alone or we will have problems.” You said with a smile. You’re voiced laced with anger as you looked at them. Holding your claymore in your free hand as collei grabbed the other. Trying to not let their words keep her down and hugged you.

Seeing they had no response you asked them again. “Leave collei alone or do we have problems?” This time with more anger behind the gentle facade. “I suggest you get going before me or Tighnari deal with you personally.” Slightly threatening the merchant as they started to head towards the city.

After they left and had their back turned against you. Your attention went to collei who was sobbing into your side. Kneeling down to give her a hug and comforting the girl.

“Collei are you alright? They were mean but I took care of them. Don’t listen to the insults they spat out.” You stated as you touched her hair. “Shh~ It’s okay I’m here.” You told her as she kept crying. “Do you want me to bring you back home Collei?” You questioned the teenager as she nodded. You picked her up and onto your shoulders. Holding her hands as she stayed silent.

Tighnari watched from afar. Keeping a note to himself to comfort collei later on when he can. He was slightly admiring you and thanking you silently as you drove them off. He was going to step in but you did first.

He watched you bring collei to where she resided before going back to his house. Stepping inside and going towards his desk. Working on his research.

A few minutes later Tighnari came inside with a worried expression and drooped ears. “Collei are you alright? I heard what happened.” He said as he sat on the bed next to the both of you. She nodded silently as she was still sad about what she heard.

You both hugged her as time went by. Making sure to calm her down. Looking at her as she held your and Tighnaris hands. You looked up towards Tighnari. Giving him a soft smile as he gave you one back. Both of your attentions going back towards collei.

After she confirmed she was okay and fine you both left within 30 minutes. Going back to Tighnaris house. “Narii I’m still worried about collei.” You’d tell the fennec fox hybrid. He had the same face as you. Feeling guilt as he couldn’t prevent it. “Me too. But she’ll be okay. My lotus we can go check on her tomorrow. I’ll be sure to not give her work so she can relax.”

“I hope so. Maybe we should take her out on a break and get her a few things.” You would suggest as he brought you close. Hugging you from behind on the bed. His tail lazily moved up towards his knee and gently placed onto yours slightly. You would turn around as his tail removed itself from your body, snuggling into his chest with your head near his neck.

“How can you be so adorable and precious at times?” He’d question you as you removed your face from his neck. “I don’t know. How can you be so handsome?” You’d tell him back playfully. He gave you a quick peck as his tail wagged. Trying to tickle your side. “H-hey!” You would tell him trying to not burst into laughter as you felt his tail brushing against you.

“Colleis like a daughter to us. I just wished we could’ve prevented it.” He’d state as his tail tickled you. Enjoying your laughter as it was music to his ears. You laughed as you tried to get words out. “M- me too! St-stop tickling me.” You’d say trying to get him to stop. He stoped tickling you as you felt more happy. Knowing it did the trick, he smiled as he gave you another peck.

[atsukinakae]

Hey! Me again. So hear me out: platonic trans!reader (genderfluid or ftm) coming out too Kenma, tsukki, and/or bokuto (plus whoever you want ofc) as trans. Maybe they are close friends and met during middle school.

~SQ. (Ps! Have a nice night)

Hq reacts to Mn coming out to Kenma,Tsuki and Bokuto + Kiyoko

Haikyuu x ftm reader (PLATONIC)

Kenma

• At first his face was neutral,no reaction at all,still processing what you just said to him.

• Very supportive but doesn't show it infront of the others.But watches every movement of yours,to see if your feeling dysphoric.

•Like every other weekend,you two would go to his house or your house to play games, spend some time together or just study for exams.This time was on his house,you came with low energy and he could sense it.

•"Hey,should we keep on going with the game?"Your voice came out just as a whisper,he nodded in response and started the game.

•Dying again and again, couldn't even focus on the game, getting more frustrated by every minute passing.

•And he noticed,every single thing,then suddenly he got up and went to this wardrobe,"Is there something wrong?","That's what I should be asking you",he come back with your fav hoodie and gently helped you to put it on to you.

•"There's nothing wrong...",glassy eyes that once showed sparkles of happiness now are afraid,insecure.

•It has been almost an hour since you were in his arms, crying,ranting and sniffling.

•"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe,you are always safe with me","Listen to me, it's all going to be okay","You have me here Mn".

Tsukishima

•At first he had a 'no expression face',but actually deep down he was happy that you've trusted him enough to tell him

•Yes you were scared of how he will react but it instantly calmed you when he accepted of how you truly are.

•If anyone,and I really mean ANYONE refers to you with the wrong pronoums, they're fucked up.

•While you were waiting for Tsuki and Yamaguchi on the exit door,a classmate came to you and started talking of the project that the teacher gave in the morning,after a while, Tsuki approached you when he noticed that they where using the wrong name and pronoums,""Mn,his is name Mn" he said with a serious face."Whatever"your classmate mumbled under they're breath,"As I was saying d/n,the project has to be-"they were cutted off by Tsuki,"Let's go Mn,I don't want you interacting with this shitty people","Hey am talking, where are you taking her!"they yelled while Tsuki dragged you away from there.

Bokuto

•He was listening when you said it but got distracted.

•You had to repeat yourself again because he asked for it.

•Actually very acceptive,he so happy that hugs you tight.

•The members have to check if you still alive.

"Bokuto,I'm trans"

Silence,no one said anything.

"You want a cookie?"he said with mouth full of cookies.

"I-,umm yeah,thanks"

"Could repeat what you just said, please,I swear I was listening"

"I'm trans..." your voice lower than before.

Suddenly you felt some arms around your small body,now you were trapped in his arms. Giggles being heard from him and a sweet smile on his face.

"Bokuto san, please let Mn breath".Akaashi said while checking that he doesn't hurt you with his arms.

But you were okay,being safe in your best friends strong arms.

Kiyoko

•She already knew.

•Figured out a few later of knowing you

•Always uses your desired name and pronoums.

•Also always corrects people when they say the wrong name/pronoums even if they are intentionally or accidentally wrong.

"Kiyoko san,can we talk?"

"Of course,is everything alright?"

"Yeah,just wanted to tell you something..."

She nodded and let you take your time to say it.

"I'm actually trans"you lowered your head so that you wouldn't see her reaction.

"Oh I already knew that"she giggled and went back to the gym.

You were shocked and followed her asking a lot of questions.

[callsignangelxx]

Dark Phoenix

Logan Howlett x Fem!Phoenix force!OFC

Chapter One: Strange Visions

Chapter Summary: Layla Xavier, Xavier's daughter, was Born with The Phoenix Force Powers and Telekinetic Abilities along with some of Telepathy, But comes in contact with a Dark energy force after seeing Visions.

Synopsis: Layla Xavier becomes the Dark Phoenix after coming in contact with a strange Dark energy force, Dialing her abilities up to a Hundred, Logan Notices something is up when she runs from the Mansion.

Warnings: Nightmares, Visions, Telekinetic abilities, Dark Phoenix, Phoenix force, Military and Police, Telepathy.

Characters: Jean grey, Logan Howlett, Scott summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank MCcoy, Mystique, Storm.

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It Started Out with Small Visions that came from Her Telepathy Abilities, Xavier was still Trying to figure them out, they first came in blurry Pictures and Images of a single dark energy force, but Neither Layla nor Xavier could figure them out.

Later on Layla started Hearing weird Voices in her head, not like normal other Mutant Voices she Usually heard along with her Telepathic abilities, but different dark voices, Like the Phoenix Personality Inside of her. Xavier started to get worried about this considering how strong The Phoenix is, But Layla Promised him that she was okay, and that she could control it.

Then a couple of weeks later her Personality and Behavior started changing, she was becoming rude to the other Mutants in the Mansion, she was even rude to one her best friends, Jean, Logan Noticed it the most though, she would get angry and cause her Telekinesis to go a bit out a control knocking things around off Tables or causing metal tables to crush or compact.

It only got worse, It was like the Phoenix itself was trying to come out, the personality side anyways, which worried All of the X-Men, Jean especially since she knew what that was Like. Jean even Tried to talk to her about it.

“Layla, I can help you..” Jean had Stopped her on her way back to her room, “I can Help you control it..”

“I don’t need your help..” Layla snapped back, Stomping away, Jean wouldn’t stop, she wanted to help Layla. “Layla, Please.. All of us our worried, you can’t let it control you.. Please let us help you fix it.”

In one moment the Phoenix Took over as she Turned around in a Fury, Souless black eyes started into Jean’s Brown ones. It was Dark then Just the Phoenix, it was dark, a Dark Phoenix, Corrupted. “I don’t want to fix it.” She hissed. “This Overwhelming power is Mine.. all mine.. I don’t want to fix it..” her Voice was Demonic.

In one flick of her wrist, Jean was Pushed back, as Layla stormed off to her room, leaving Jean in shock of what she Just saw. Xavier and the rest of the X-Men were warned about this.

Days Passed and things Seemed to get worse, Layla wasn’t sleeping, she would wonder around the X-mansion alone all night, and then Sleep all day.

One Rainy day everything hit the Ceiling, right before everyone else went to bed, in one Powerful burst Layla Broke out her window and Ran away from the Mansion, The Dark Phoenix Tainting her Decisions and her Mind.

Storm was the first to walk into her room, Gasping at the Sight, “She’s Gone..” She whispered. Xavier Sighed and Lead them all to Cerebo to Try and Locate Layla Using his Telepathic abilities.

They went Through Different places Until Xavier Located her Running in a Panic to An Old Cabin where she was Hiding Out, “What the hell is she doing there?” Logan asked, Concerned, Xavier Shrugged, “She’s owned that Cabin for years, For how we have to find her before she Destroys something with the Dark Phoenix.”

Once they arrived at the cabin, It was like she almost immediately noticed them, not in the Dark Phoenix’s Control but Within her Own. Layla Briskly walked out, “I told you to stay away Dad..” She Said. Her Eyes Showed how Unstable she felt at the moment any time Xavier tried to intervene with his words, The Phoenix got angry and Tended to harm People even if they were her friends.

“Layla Please.. we only want to help.” Jean Tried to Console her, Layla shook her head, Erik Came from behind her Cabin some how, “She Dosen’t want your help Charles.” he Intervened. Logan Rolled His eyes, “for Fuck’s Sake.” He Cursed.

“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to fix it, she wants to Let it go.” Erik Said, Layla Rolled her Eyes at them both, Bickering like an Old Married couple. Jean sighed, “No she needs to learn to control it, before she kills someone.” Layla caught storm’s eyes, Flowing with Sympathy for her, often Misplacing it as Pity.

“Oh please I don’t want your Pity.” Layla sad, Souless Black eyes Returning, “I don’t want to Fix it, or Control it.. I want to let it go, to let my power flow, Even if it kills someone.” her Voice was Demonic, Logan Couldn’t even See it was Layla.

“Layla, you can’t truly want that, your not a Killer.” Logan said, A Hiss Resounded from Layla. “Right now you are not speaking to Her, your are talking to the Life Incarnate, Phoenix.” Layla’s eyes returned to Normal hearing cop car sirens, Causing her to clench her fists Against her head.

“No, Stop. Stop it. No. Leave me alone!” Layla screamed, turning and with a Flick of her hand The Cop Cars were stopped flipping over, the sheer power telekinesis had on objcets. She had no control over this sheer Power, Objects Flying, the X-Men were careful, Dodging the Flying Objects.

“Layla!” Logan Called out, Using his Claws to Cut the flying Objects of wood, slicing them Effortlessly. Layla was Levitating now, the amber glow in her eyes stronger, a corrupted Version of the Phoenix force, something you did not want to let loose, Logan Tried to reach her, he wanted to at least try to calm her down. Layla floated back using her Telekinesis to Knock Logan and the other away from her.

It was Xavier's turn to reach her, "Layla, Layla Listen to me, I can help you, but you have to Listen to me, Please." Xavier Pleaded with her, Layla shook her head, "No, No I don't, Please Stay back I don't want to hurt any of you." Layla's soft voice Pleaded, Jean Stepped up, "It's okay, I understand." her soft voice Pleaded with her.

"Please, Let us help you."

[nerdieforpedro]

IV - Nose, Hair, Hat

Only Parts of you Mr. Morales

Frankie Morales x Belinda (plus size OFC)

Word Count: 556

Summary: Belinda recalls what she first noticed about Frankie. Both of them think about what the mornings they have together mean to them.

Warnings: Frankie's side profile, Benny's bad joke which is my bad joke, longing and domestic fluff

Notes: I kept it sweet this time around. I like it. 💜

Main Masterlist/ Frankie "Catfish" Morales Masterlist/ Only Parts of You Mr. Morales Series

If you asked most people what they noticed about Frankie “Catfish” Morales, it would be his standard oil heating cap, how he always has his hands in his pockets or how quiet he is until he gets to know you.

If you ask Belinda what she noticed about Francisco, the night of Santiago and Carmen’s backyard party that doubled as a housewarming, she would agree on the hat, be stunned that no one mentioned this man’s side profile with his perfectly curved nose and is personally offended that no one has asked him to remove his hat so she can see the rest of those dark chocolate curls that are traipsing around his neck ears and forehead. Benny ended up introducing the two of them after seeing them both in different corners of the room and calling them, ‘corner buddies.’

Such a ridiculous thing to say but only funny because Benny Miller said it, otherwise, it’s eye-roll inducing. When he smiles, his nose scrunches and she needs to clear her throat so she doesn’t sigh or moan, whichever may have come out. Exchanging greetings is standard and they fall into easy chatter. Slowly over time, Belinda and Frankie grow closer and six months after meeting him, she sees him without his hat. 

Benny knocked it off while the guys were fooling around at the pool. Fish’s hat was knocked off into one of the chairs and she was met with curly full locks, that she was now jealous of Benny and Will for mussing up. 

It would be a month later, when he came by to drop off some cake from Will’s birthday party that she missed due to work that she felt them. Sitting on the couch, eating the cake and sharing a pint of ice cream while watching ‘The Other Guys.’ It was just on, and she hadn’t been thinking, she was already leaning on Frankie’s shoulder and her hand stretched across his back and touched the curls at the base of his neck. He stiffened, but then leaned back into her hand, Belinda observed his side profile, focused on whatever scheme Gosling and Crowe are trying to figure out. She stopped paying attention to the movie after he settled into her hand, the colors of the TV dancing over his face and making shadows on his nose. 

Even now, when Belinda pokes Frankie’s nose before kissing it on mornings he doesn’t leave. There’ve been more mornings where she can ruffle his hair playfully after they share a cup of coffee and some breakfast. A peck on his lips then nose is met with a smile from Frankie. He wonders if he could have this even more if he just told her, but instead they share wordless moments like this. Hovering near the door, Belinda counts herself lucky to place Frankie’s trademark standard oil heating hat on his head, using her fingers to swirl his curls around his cap. 

Frankie looks back as he walks to his truck, he needs to stop back at his place before work. Belinda closes the door, but walks over to the window to watch him drive off in his truck. She starts a text, writing that he could leave more clothes at her place, but she decides against it for now. Maybe after some more mornings and nights.

Back. Thighs

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