#bay boy 💕

[gardenofhearts]

LADS headcanon- comforting you through ovulation cramps

This is very self-indulgent. I'm one of those unlucky few that gets monthly ovulation cramps and they can get so bad😭 so I wrote this little headcanon as a way to deal with them. I hope someone else can also get some comfort out of this💕

This is my first entry in the Love and Deepspace fandom so sorry if any of the boys feel ooc.

Characters in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb Warnings: Sylus' bad singing, a bad pun Likes, comments, reblogs are appreciated🩷

Rafayel

He's most definitely the man who would try to distract you with humour, he is the meme king after all. Expect stuff like egg puns because he finds them eggceptional. Or he will send you the werewolf ripping their shirt off meme with some ridiculous text about ovulation (Like this). Anything to pull a laugh out of you.

Rafayel might also known of some old Lemurian remedy to help ease the pain which he would no doubt give you, and he would offer to run you a lovely bath.

If you were comfortable enough, he would stay with you in the bathroom, or even in the bath. He would help you forget the pain by helping you wash your hair, and body, making sure to give you a lovely massage.

He’s an artist, he uses his hands a lot and I believe he would be so good at giving massages. Massaging is all in the fingers, and he knows exactly the right pressure to apply to help loosen some knots.

I also believe that he would soothe you by singing Lemurian songs. He sings really well and the foreign words would put you at ease very quickly, and after a relaxing bath you would both relax in bed.

Although he did those things willingly and would do them again and again, he would complain and act a little bratty.

He would pout and say that there’s no use singing songs you wouldn’t understand, but he didn’t mean it, he just wanted you to assure him that you like those songs.

Xavier

The first time you experienced your ovulation pains around him, he was convinced you had gotten hurt, maybe from your recent mission. Once you explained the phenomenon and how this happens almost every month, he would let out a hum before walking away. Almost seeming a bit apathatic.

However he would quickly return with heavy painkillers that he may or may not have stolen from the med bay.

If possible he would get you home as soon as possible and get you into bed to nap the pain, and day, away.

The moment you express the slightest bit pain Xavier whisks you away in the blink of an eye. Even if you were already at home, one moment you would be standing in the kitchen and an ovulation cramp would hit causing you to let out the softest pained gasp, and the next you were laid on your bed with a mob a light blond hair lying down next to you.

If you were ever struggling to fall asleep because of the pain Xavier would tell you astrology and astronomy things: myths about the zodiacs, tell you about constellations, etc.

Using his evol he would transform the ceiling into your very own little night sky. Although he would say that it doesn’t compare to the actual stars that decorated the sky, it would still be a beautiful sight.

His soft voice and stories make a great recipe for a good night’s sleep, not even the best asmrartist could top it.

Zayne

He’s a very observant man, he would notice even the slightest bit of discomfort plus he’s a doctor so he would know quite a few ways to alleviate the pain.

You also didn’t have to feel embarrassed when it happens for the first time around him. Even if you were hesitant to say it plainly, trust that he would be able to figure out.

If you were unsure about the pain: why it happened for example this man would either dig through his memory and tell you, or do some medical research first and then tell you.

Either way, he would be so patient. If you were angry at the world because of the pain, he wouldn’t mind. he would let you rant and complain as much as you wanted.

He also makes sure that there are painkillers in the house, and on him at all times. So that whenever these ovulation cramps happen, he would be prepared.

He would also soothe you with words and his soft voice, much like his evol he would keep his cool through it which in turns has a calming effect on you.

He would also make sure to crank up his dry humour, because every minute you’re laughing is a minute where hopefully some of the pain is forgotten. I think he would also use his evol to help, maybe put on a little ice magic show to help distract you.

Sylus

The moment he found out the pain that you went through each month, he would subconsciously start to track your cycle and also have Mephisto follow you around so he could observe any changes.

Days before your would experience your ovulation cramps he stocked up his house with whatever you needed. His private chef would have been instructed to cook your favourite dishes: breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.

Your favourite self care products would be in his bathroom, waiting to be used, he also made sure that your bathrobe was made of the fluffiest, softest fabric so that it would drown you in comfort

Even if these cramps were just a one day thing, it didn’t matter. Sylus would treat them as important as any other thing causing you pain.

He would also offer to be you personal punching bag, he’s a boxer after all, his abs are probably made of steel. If he letting off some steam using his body was the way to help you through the pain, he would happily do so.

Additionally, even though he knows he’s tone deaf, he would still sing for you if only to make you laugh at how bad it was. He hoped that by doing so, he could help but a smile on your face instead of a pained frown.

Caleb

Caleb knew you, almost as well as you knew yourself. He knew you experienced these ovulation cramps so he was prepared. he had been there the very first time and comforted you through it. Caleb didn’t necessarily track your cycle or anything, but he was attuned to you.

He was very good at reading you and he always had a inkling as to when these cramps would happen.

If he’s there to see the way your eyes would widen, the pained gasp you let out, be assured he would scoop you up and get you some painkillers.

He also understands that sometimes you just need to stand there and breathe through the pain. Caleb is also the guy, that in my opinion, would allow you to bite him or something similar in order to forget the pain.

He's also sure to make you your favourite food, or snacks, he would drive across Linkon to get you what you craved. Your comfort is his priority.

I also believe he's good at massages, he's massaging your shoulders, back, glutes, calves, every inch of your body to help you and also as an excuse to touch you. That's why he learned how to massage after all, so he could use it as an excuse to be up close and personal.

If scientists ever develop a machine that could transfer your pain to him, even for a small time, Caleb would empty his live savings to get it. If it was in his power, you would never be in pain ever again.

Thank you for reading!

Also what do you think of the gradient used on their names, can you tell where I got the inspiration from?🤭

Disclaimer: gradient divider made by me. English is not my first language, apologies for any mistakes.

[sansaorgana]

Oh my God!!

"You talked in your sleep... do you really love me?"

With Buck Cleven X reader, please?? Maybe reader is his best friend and sometimes talks in her sleep? So, best friends to lovers?? Please you'd cure my depression 😭😍

Love you & thank you 💕

hiii I'm so sorry you had to wait so long 😭 does anyone even still remember me omg 😫 thank you for your request! I didn't use this exact quote but the situation is the same and The Reader is a nurse here 😷

my requests are currently closed 🙅🏻‍♀️

Working as a nurse and befriending some of these boys, you mostly dreaded the day when one of them would come to you in a state that was doomed. To stare at your dying friend in pain, knowing you can’t do anything about it… That was keeping you awake at night. It was already difficult enough already to witness the boys you didn’t know at all die like this and not be able to help. But a vision of one of your friends in this situation was impossible to handle at times.

The one you worried about the most was Major Gale Cleven, the one everyone kept calling Buck. But you were the only person who still was calling him Gale. He was your friend from the moment he showed up. Handsome, charming but in a quiet way, kind-hearted and very responsible. You admired the way he was with his boys; like an older brother they could look up to. And not long time had passed until you realised you were actually in love with him.

Of course you would never admit that. But it made you smile when the boys admitted you were their favourite nurse, when they were treating you like the female equivalent of Gale Cleven at the base. Almost as if you were playing house with him with a bunch of pilots who were like your sons.

But loving a pilot was a dangerous business for the heart. Not that love could have been prevented. You had no control over that. But at least it was unrequited – in other circumstances you would cry your heart out into your pillow at night for loving someone who didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But this time it was for the better.

Yet, when you found him in the med bay after one of the missions, your heart skipped a beat. Your friend was talking to him softly, his face was in blood. You approached them immediately, ignoring other patients waiting for your care and attention.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” You asked, trying to hide how nervous you were.

“His plane got hit,” your friend explained. “He managed to come back and land safely with a concussion, can you imagine?” The admiration in her voice made you feel jealous and you hated this side of you. She had every right to admire him for this sort of achievement. “I have to clean the wounds on his face. Poor lad, they’re gonna leave scars.”

“I’ll do it,” you dismissed her and moved past her, nearly pushing her away. She was surprised at your reaction but she didn’t have time to think about it or comment because other patients needed her.

So, she left you alone with Gale. His beautiful eyes were hazy from the concussion and probably a state of shock his body was in. He wouldn’t be able to fly a plane with a concussion if not for the adrenaline in his blood system.

“Hi,” you greeted him softly when you started to clean the wounds on his face gently. They were not very deep but they caused lots of bleeding and your friend was right; some of them would leave scars. Not that you minded, you only hoped he wouldn’t grow insecure because of them. “You’ve gained some scars, brave fly boy,” you chuckled nervously but he only looked at you like he didn’t recognise you. “It’s okay. You’ll sleep it off,” you caressed his hair gently. 

He was confused and in pain but yet, you hated yourself for kind of liking this version of Gale Cleven. Not only was he even more adorable than usual but also you could allow yourself the gestures you would never do if he was acting like himself.

When his face was clean and you washed some of his hair, too – the parts that got stuck together with blood, you laid him down gently and smiled softly at his handsome face. He reached his hand out as if he wanted you to hold it. An unusual thing to do, which made your heart flutter in your chest, but you tried to remember that he was not acting sane at the moment. Still, you gently took his hand and sat on the edge of the bed. You decided to be with him until he’d wake up. Even if it would be the whole rest of the day and a night.

“Other boys need you,” the doctor approached you with a furrowed brow.

“He needs me the most,” you looked up.

“Cleven had a slight concussion, he will be absolutely fine,” the doctor insisted.

You knew that he was right and you didn’t want to act suspicious, so you sighed and squeezed Gale’s hand before leaving his side to go back to work. However, you worked as fast as you could, not even talking to the boys you were taking care of, just focusing purely on your job. And when you were finished, you went back to Gale’s bed and sat on the edge to watch over him. He looked so peaceful when he slept.

His wounds still kept bleeding a little here and there so you continued to clean them once in a while. And in his sleep, he sometimes moved, so you were putting your hand on his forehead, trying to calm him down and make sure he didn’t have a fever. Bucky checked on him in the meantime.

“Thanks for taking care of him,” he winked at you and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Did he know…? Were you that obvious?

“It’s nothing. He always takes care of all of you boys. I can see that and they always tell me that. Even today, the guys from his fort were asking me to take extra care of Major Cleven,” I answered with all honesty.

“Yeah, they look up to him. What he did today was… incredible,” Bucky nodded. “When they landed, he didn’t even recognise me but a few minutes earlier he had been flying the goddamn plane in this state.”

“It was shock and adrenaline,” you explained. “He could have forgotten us but not how to survive and fly,” you added with a smile. “Or he’s a natural. Maybe he was born and already knew how to fly.”

“Believe me, he didn’t,” Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “I remember our early days… He didn’t.”

“Okay,” you giggled and squeezed Gale’s hand tighter. You imagined what he had to be like in the early days of his training. He had to be adorable; a bit scared but also full of hope and optimism, that boyish excitement. “Thanks for checking up on him. When he wakes up, I’ll tell him you came.”

“If he recognises us,” Bucky made a joke and walked out of the med bay but it left you anxious now. He was right. The doctor had said it was a slight concussion but… What if Gale would wake up and not recognise any of you?

Lost in thoughts, you didn’t realise he was having a dream again. You only reacted when he started to mumble some incoherent things.

“Shh, Gale, shh, it’s fine,” you whispered softly when you leaned in to see his face better and put both of your hands on his wounded cheeks, delicately, avoiding to cause him any further pain.

“...Her…” He mumbled, his words suddenly making sense. You furrowed your brow. “I love her.”

You swallowed thickly at those words. It was only a dream, right? It didn’t mean anything. He couldn’t be in love with someone else…? 

You shook it off. What were you even thinking of? What did it matter? You were not together and you would never be.

But then, Gale mumbled your name. Yours, not anyone else’s. You had to blink a few times and catch your breath all over again. And when you thought it had all been a mistake, he mumbled it out again and and again and then…

“I love her,” he repeated.

However, he seemed to be in a great torment because of whatever the dream was about. So, with a heavy heart, you shook his shoulders a little, forcing him to come back to reality.

“Hi,” you greeted him softly as his eyes widened. “Welcome back, soldier. Do you know where you are?”

“Wh-what happened?” He sat up rapidly, his hands immediately going to his face as if he wanted to check if everything was in its place.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” You asked, adjusting yourself on the edge of his bed to be closer to him.

“We got hit… Oh my God… We got hit!” He panicked but you shushed him. Other boys were asleep and you didn’t want them to wake up or be alarmed by his attack.

“It’s fine, hey, Gale, it’s okay. Everyone from your fort is fine and you know why…?” You asked with a gentle smile. He shook his head. “Because you safely took them home and landed that goddamn plane even though you had concussion and didn’t know your own name,” you tried to sound casual but the pride in your voice was more than obvious.

“I… I did that?” He asked. “No way.”

“Yeah, you did,” you laughed. “And I cleaned your face, it was all bloody. You’re gonna have some scars,” you explained. “Want a mirror?”

“I don’t think so,” Gale winced as his fingertips traced the wounds. He hissed out of pain so you grabbed his wrists and took the hands away from his face.

“Don’t. They’re still fresh. But not so bad, I’ve seen worse,” you tried to cheer him up. “In fact, I think, you’re gonna look amazing,” you winked and he sighed. “You remember me, right?”

“What? What are you talking about? Of course I do,” he furrowed his brows as his eyes looked worried.

“Yeah, but after you landed, you didn’t. You didn’t even know who Bucky was. He was here, you know. Checking on you. And all the boys from your fort were so worried about you. You’re a real leader,” you squeezed his hands but he didn’t say anything to these things. Praises were making him blush and he did now as well, looking away.

“Well, thanks for taking care of me,” he finally looked at you again.

“No problem. You wanted me to stay, reaching your hands out like a little boy,” you chuckled nervously. Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring this up.

“Yeah, well, I had to feel lonely when I couldn’t recognise anyone. Even when I can, I often feel lonely,” he admitted with a shrug of his arms. “We’re so far away from home, from our families. The boys are like family, too, but every day can be their last. And men… Well, we don’t really…” He tried to look for words.

“Hold each other’s hands?” You asked and he nodded. You squeezed his hands again. “You talked in your sleep,” you brought that up, encouraged by his last confession.

“Oh dear God…” Gale rolled his eyes, visibly embarrassed. “What about?”

“You were talking about some girl that you love,” you teased him, grinning and winking playfully, pretending to be a teasing friend and hiding the nervousness. “She happens to have the same name as me or something.”

You expected him to be defensive or laugh at you. You would push his shoulder gently and tell him that you had been joking. But he didn’t react like that at all. In fact, he took his hands away as if your touch burnt him and he cleared his throat nervously.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Can we… Can we pretend you’ve never heard that?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You kept staring at him in disbelief and bit on your lower lip.

“How?” You asked, feeling a sudden outburst of bravery in you. If Gale could have flown a plane with a concussion, you could say what you wanted to say. “How am I supposed to pretend I have never heard that? When that’s… That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

Gale looked up at you as if he had to check with his own eyes if you weren’t joking. But you were dead serious.

“So don’t pretend,” he finally spoke up and reached out for your hand again. His fingers were cold and shaky. You intertwined them with yours. “But I didn’t want to do anything until… Well, I planned to ask you to dance with me at the party after my 25th mission. But I never wanted to let you know before that because if I died…”

“If you died, I would never know,” you looked up to meet his gaze with tears pricking your eyes. “And you think that’s fair? You think it would make it easier for me? It would not.”

“I’m sorry,” Gale swallowed thickly. “Are you angry with me?”

“For that? No. For nearly dying today? Yes,” you nodded and wiped your tears away with your free hand.

“Let’s make a deal,” he proposed, looking at you with pain in his eyes. He hated to see you so sad and crying… Especially when it was caused by him. “Let’s not… Let’s not do anything about it until I’ve done my missions, alright?”

“Alright,” you nodded through the tears. “But… What if you don’t finish them…?”

“Well, then, we’re both gonna die without ever kissing each other,” he lowered his voice even though all the other nurses were out of the med bay and other patients were asleep. “But… That doesn’t sound right to me.”

“That doesn’t sound right to me either,” you admitted.

“Then come here,” he encouraged you to get closer. “Just one kiss.”

“A promise of many more, I hope. Not the last one,” you said in a shaky voice but he only nodded his head because that was a promise he couldn’t make.

If it depended on him, he would. He would swear on everything. But it depended on things much bigger than you or him. On things he couldn’t control nor prevent.

He cupped your face delicately, as if it were you with the wounds on your cheeks, and he joined your lips in a sweet kiss, even though it tasted salty from all your tears.

“Just don’t die,” you breathed out when the kiss ended. “Just don’t die and the rest I can fix and endure.”

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[paracosm-draw]

First of all, I love your art and writing so much (currently obsessing over you slave!anakin au)!

For the kiss prompt thing, I would like to ask for the one given before one of them leaves for something dangerous cause I’m an angst junky 👉🏻👈🏻

Absolutely no pressure to fulfill tho!

I'm such a slow writer but I promise you I will fulfill all the prompts I received eventually 😇

Here's another one ! You wanted angst, peach ? I'll give you angst 😌 Hope you enjoy 💕

---

“I don’t like that you're going alone.”

Obi-Wan looks away from where he's adjusting his utility belt, meeting Anakin’s thunderous eyes through the mirror in front of him.

His boy stands in the middle of their shared quarters, arms tightly crossed against his chest, a scowl on his face that didn’t leave since the Council assigned Obi-Wan his next imminent mission. Imminent as in he's already running out of time if they’re gonna have another argument.

“I think I understood the first twelve times.”

Anakin’s scowl deepens. His presence in the Force is like a hurricane ; violent, unpredictable and dangerous. Not for Obi-Wan, but for anyone who decided to take him away from Anakin and to send him alone on a negotiation mission on a planet reputed for his absence of laws and his criminality rate higher than Master Yoda’s midichlorian count.

“This is not a joke to me, Obi-Wan. That mission is bantha shit, the Council should know better. I'm not letting their stupidity risk your life-”

“Watch your tone.” Obi-Wan snaps, turning around to confront him. It’s been a day, and Anakin is on a loop. He will not listen to another insulting and pointless speech. “Use some respect when you talk about the Council. Should I remind you that I'm still part of it ? Are you calling me stupid as well ?”

Anakin glares at him but has the wisdom not to talk back. Obi-Wan can see the way his jaw works, teeth grinding so hard it looks painful, even from there. His mechanic hand spasms in a fist against his ribs, the line of his shoulders drawn in a tense line. He's angry but again, this isn’t something Obi-Wan is afraid of. It’s rather usual, in fact. The first emotion that comes to Anakin when he doesn't know how to deal with the other ones ; frustration, anxiety, fear. It’s easier that way, for him. Except Obi-Wan is tired of suffering the consequences of his constant fury.

“That’s not what I meant.” Anakin mutters finally. His hand uncurls to hold his side and Obi-Wan can briefly witness the vulnerability flashing on his face. It makes his guts tighten painfully.

“I know.” He sighs.

Picking his lightsaber from the table between them, he clips it to his belt before walking to Anakin. The boy looks at him, still angry but unsure, searching for something on his face Obi-Wan isn’t sure he has the answer to.

“Look.” He says calmly, resting a hand on Anakin's forearm. He can almost feel the tension running under his skin. “Your presence is required somewhere else and is essential there. The Council can’t afford to send us both on the same missions all the time, you know that.”

Anakin frowns and looks away, but he nods curly. Of course he knows that, but it doesn't mean he agrees with it.

“I’m gonna be alright.” Obi-Wan assures, because this is the heart of the problem. “I promise you.”

“You can’t be sure.” Anakin replies stubbornly. “If I was there to have your back-”

“Yes, but you can't.” Obi-Wan interrupts him, not unkindly but firmly. “It’s been decided and you can’t change it. Now, this conversation is over. I need to meet my troops at the hangar bay.”

“Fine.” Anakin spits and steps away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. The anger is back, suffocating in the Force. When he talks his voice is dripping with it, cold and impersonal. “May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan.”

It hits Obi-Wan in the chest with the surgical precision of a stab wound. This is not how they part, and Anakin knows it. They never, never fly away from each other in anger or in sorrow. It’s a rule, and Anakin just threw it at Obi-Wan’s feet.

Obi-Wan knows that it's Anakin’s way of playing his last card. It doesn’t make it right. It doesn’t make it okay. Obi-Wan won’t fold. He can't. So he orders the pieces of his heart to hold together for a while longer and opens his mouth to say something. Anything. A peace offering, a plea. Anakin turns his back to him. He might have slapped him the face it would have been less painful.

“If this is how you want to do it…” He murmurs, grabbing his robe on the back of a chair and turning to the door. “Goodbye, Anakin.”

There’s a part of him that wants to turn back as soon as he crosses the threshold of their quarters, to snuggle into Anakin's arms and to beg him not to let him go without a word. But the other one, the one that's hurt and disappointed, the one that struggles to put boundaries in their relationship, reminds him he's doing the right thing by not giving in to all his demands, especially when they're unjustified by honor or duty.

The short walk to the hangar bay doesn’t allow him much time to put his heart in check and to conceal the sadness simmering behind his features. It’s always harder when it’s Anakin who’s the cause of it. Balance, which is inherent to the Jedi life, is such a fragile thing to maintain when feelings are involved.

This is why attachment is forbidden. He thinks bitterly as he steps into the hangar.

The moment he meets his Commander, his polished mask of Jedi Master and General of the GAR is back on. He can’t afford to think about Anakin with what’s at stake.

He closes his side of the bond and focuses on the debrief. He’s not going alone, despite what Anakin says. He’s going with a bunch of his best men, in case he needs someone to have his back if things get ugly. And he’s going with Cody, who he trusts with his life.

He'll be alone for the negotiations, that’s right. But who’s trying to negotiate peace treaties with a garrison on their back ? His troop will wait in the ship, ready to intervene only if he feels the need to. That exact part was the one Anakin disapproved of.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Obi-Wan takes a breath and gives the first flickers of emotions bubbling in his chest to the Force. He doesn’t want to think about Anakin right now. But it seems to be proving more difficult than expected.

“Everything’s alright, General ?” Cody asks next to him, lifting his eyes from the datapad he's holding to give Obi-Wan a questioning look.

He’s a perceptive man, Cody. Obi-Wan appreciates him for it. He forces a light smile on his lips and nods.

“Yes, thank you Commander. Let’s not waste more time, I’d rather wrap this as soon as possible.”

“Of course, Sir.” Cody gives him an hesitant look. He opens his mouth before deciding against it and turns away, gesturing to his men to move along.

Obi-Wan watches as the troop embarks into the mouth of the ship, feeling strangely out of his body. For all he wants to get this done, there’s something stronger compelling his feet to stillness. He doesn’t like to leave like this, with a weight pressing down on his stomach. What- What if Anakin's right ? What if something happens to him and the last memory Anakin keeps is of them being angry at each other ? The thought makes him sick. This is not something he wants and he's pretty sure this is not something Anakin wants either and still, they’re both too proud to admit it. Anakin prefers to hide behind his anger and Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan drapes himself in a false sense of duty as he marches to the ship. He’s a Jedi, first and foremost. Duty will always come first, alw-

“Obi-Wan !”

The exclamation echoes through the hangar bay the moment the sole of his boot presses against the ramp of the ship. His heart misses a beat.

“Obi-Wan, wait ! Wait-”

He turns around, just in time for Anakin to join him, grab him by the shoulders and crash their lips together with such strength he would have tripped down if the boy hadn’t pulled him in a secure embrace.

He lets out a surprised gasp as Anakin presses a million kisses against his mouth, frantic and out of breath.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I don't want to let you leave like this. Please-”

He’s shaking so bad Obi-Wan has to gently slip his arms out of his grip to cup his face between his hands. He doesn't even think before speaking.

“I forgive you.” Of course he does. In spite of everything, Anakin will always stay his sweetest weakness.

He doesn't have time to elaborate because Anakin is once again chasing after his mouth, and Obi-Wan never really learned how to deny him anything. He kisses him back, grabbing the curls at the base of his skull and pulling him closer. Anakin's arms move to tighten around his waist until there’s no space left between them. Until there’s only closeness and comfort and the maelstrom of unsaid things hanging above their heads.

Anakin kisses him like it’s the last time, with the ardor of a man in love - or in despair. He holds him like he never wants to let him go, and Obi-Wan believes that’s probably the case. For a while he lets himself be held, be loved and comforted. It eases something in his chest, to know that Anakin decided to overcome his pride because he couldn't bear the idea of letting him leave like that. To hear him apologize. Their relationship is not easy and never was, but they're slowly getting there.

“I have to go, love.” He eventually murmurs gently against Anakin’s lips. The hold on his waist tightens slightly.

“You come back to me, alright ?”

“Of course.” Obi-Wan softly kisses his brow, fingers resting against the back of his neck.

“In one piece.” Anakin precises, moving slightly to embrace Obi-Wan completely, holding him tight against his chest.

“You’re the one to talk.” Obi-Wan chuckles. He rests his head on Anakin’s shoulder and presses his palm against his heart, allowing himself a tiny minute. “I promise you.”

“You better.” Anakin mutters against his hair. “Or I come pick you up myself, the Council be damned.”

“Oh, I'm sure.” Obi-Wan smiles. He feels lighter. Ready to leave.

He counts another three heartbeats before he pulls away from Anakin’s warmth. His boy looks sad and worried. He gently smoothes the crease between his eyebrows with his thumb and gives him a last, sweet kiss on the lips. There are some cheers behind them, on the ship. He tries to ignore them but the blush spreading on his cheeks betrays him.

“Wait for me, alright ?” He asks with a brush of his fingers against Anakin's jaw.

Anakin nods, taking his hand in his own and bringing it to his mouth where he places a kiss on his knuckles.

“Come back quickly.”

“Will do.” Obi-Wan promises before stepping away and onto the ramp. There are some words stuck in his throat, there, just at the base of his tongue…

He's on the platform of the ship when Anakin's voice rises once more.

“Obi-Wan ?”

Obi-Wan turns to him one last time. The engines are already running, the sound of them filling in the room with a deep noise. Anakin talks quietly but Obi-Wan hears him clear as day, above the engines as well as in their bond.

“I love you.”

Obi-Wan’s heart stutters in his chest.

The ship starts to buzz with the strength of the engines pulling it from the ground. The words are here, so close. They move from the back of his throat to the tip of his tongue.

“So do I.”

And he knows Anakin heard him when the doors close on his smile.

[peggyao3]

Relic - Pt. 3 "Dying of the Light"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧༺༻ Dreams are messages from the deep ༺༻✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, Feyd-Rautha's big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse ❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts ❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable!Feyd, Emotional!Feyd, Possessive!Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism ❗, implied/referenced murder

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

A/N: I must warn you of the "implied/referenced (child) abuse" tag very insistently for this chapter 🥺

Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist under construction ⚠️| Relic Masterlist

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Tag list? Do let me know if u want me to tag u 👉👈

← Previous Chapter, Next Chapter →

Day 48

"Since when do you prefer golden glow globes?" 

"What?" Feyd snaps sharply, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in the apple he's been reluctantly eating, scarfing it down despite his lack of appetite.

"The servants have reported to me that you prefer the glow globes in your quarters golden now." 

A shiver rolls down Feyd-Rautha's spine, cold like fear, wet like the sweat that comes with fear. The sanctity of his quarters hasn't been defiled in a few years, but even though his uncle's older, frailer body may not come and visit him there in the flesh anymore, his eyes watch him always, and he has many eyes, too many to count.

"And since when do you prefer your livers sliced instead of diced? Is a man not allowed to have moods?" Feyd takes a bite of the apple that tastes like ash and bile.

"A man, yes…"

"You accuse me of not being a man?"

"Well, physically you are, I can't deny that." Feyd's jaws are tense as a coiled spring, his guts shriveled, his sweat cold against his armpits. "But mentally, dear nephew… You still remind me so much of the boy you were."

Feyd stands abruptly and throws the rest of his apple on the floor where it splatters into a myriad of soggy pieces. A servant hurries over at once to clean up the na-Baron's mess and Feyd stabs them in the stomach not once but six times. Their crumpled body lands face down in the smashed fruit and Feyd whips his blade, spraying blood across the servant's white plastic robe and the tall polymer pillar that supports the arched ceiling of the royal dining room.

The baron chuckles as his nephew stomps away and Feyd is livid with himself. He shouldn't have let him crawl under his skin, shouldn't have thrown a tantrum like the child he accused him of being, shouldn't have provided his uncle with a fresh meal. At his back, Feyd hears the dead body being hoisted on the table by four pairs of trembling hands, a knife being whetted.

Without delay, Feyd's feet carry him to his chambers. His earthly presence may not be safe there, but this is where the door to a better world awaits him, standing open every night. All he needs to do is step through.

He goes back to the dream where his soul comes to cry.

Night 61

Soft fingertips caress Feyd's chest as they lounge in bed, bathed in the gentle, golden shine of a glowglobe which keeps the achromatic daylight at bay. His woman is in distress today and Feyd sees it as his utmost duty to hold her and soak up every word of hers to fragment it in his head, analyze it and piece it back together to provide solutions to all of her problems.

"I'm always so glad to see you," she mumbles against his clavicle, tickling him with her lips. "You're soft," she adds, sighing.

"Do you like me soft?" 

"Oh, yes, very much so." Her lips twitch into a smile against his skin and she exhales a shuddering breath. Feyd's hands calmly dance across her back, creating comfort as easily as the waves wash up on the beach.

"What troubles you?" Asking this with genuine care makes a new flower blossom in Feyd's garden of discovery.

"I know nothing but fear when I'm awake. But I never need to be scared with you."

"And what's so scary when you're awake?" How warm his chest feels, how full his heart.

"The war," she mutters flatly, tracing the dent between his pectorals mechanically.

The great Houses currently aren't at war and Feyd can't remember all the meaningless little wars and feuds on lesser planets. No doubt there are plenty of them, no doubt they are terrible for their populaces. Fascinating, how he's never even considered wars on smaller worlds as events of importance.

He almost asks - Where, how and why? Is she safe? How can he help her? House Harkonnen has all the means to liberate one of the lesser of the thousands of planets of the imperium from a local war. But if he takes that step, she will take the next and there will be no stopping this avalanche. If he asks about her world, she will ask about his. If he intervenes, she will find out his name, his status, all of his tainted colors.

It would destroy everything they have. Their treasured place of peace would break down like a house of cards, so he better not touch it.

Feyd decides that he is glad for the war. It means that his woman looks forward to being with him at night. Selfishly, he hopes her waking hours are as miserable as his, so their shared nights will always be the light of their days.

"And how involved are you in the war?" He carefully prods, holding her body closely against his quicker beating heart, fingertips dipping I to the little spaces between her vertebrae.

"Not as much as others. I have a safe place to sleep at night." Why does she sound so guilty saying that? Feyd battles his own guilt upon realizing that this is the most important information of the night. So much for wanting to solve all of her problems. As long as she is safe, he will not shake the pillars of their peace, just like he won't chop his own leg off.

"That's good, my darling, don't get involved, can you do that for me?" She begins to cry, nodding as she curls up against Feyd's chest, tearful face hidden in his neck as if she's only been waiting for someone's permission to disengage. 

Feyd holds her tight, whispering sweet nothings: "It's okay, it's okay… My poor darling." Her tears slip down his neck like fresh rain on Feyd's flowers. 

Night 83

Tonight he gasps like a drowning person when he falls into the dream, floundering as he squeezes her body to him with damp hands. Feyd's heart drums like thunder against his ribs. He has finally escaped, yet he hasn't. Sticky imprints of real nightmares still cling to him even in the dream, too fresh, too disgraceful.

"My love? What is wrong?" She flinches upon his tightening grasp on her clothes and sudden frantic breath Feyd exhales. He had been breathing and cuddling her so peacefully only a moment ago.

"I o-only just arrived," he grates out, swallowing down a big lump in his throat, but it comes back up twice as large immediately and he turns his face away, fighting with the last vestiges of his strength and dignity against the humiliating torrent.

"You're hurt," she notes and touches his shoulder so gently that he starts weeping.

"Can I-, ju-ust, hah, just c-cry to-ni-ight?" His eyes burn like acid, his face scrunched up into a painful grimace and he is blinded by the wetness that veils his eyes and slips down his cheeks in hot rivulets. Anyone could stab him in the back in a state like this

"Of course, my beloved, please come here, please, please…"

Feyd-Rautha curls up on her chest, crying like a child until his tears and his saliva have soaked her gown. She cradles his head so softly, touching his scalp and the nape of his neck. His legs curl into a fetal position, surrendering to the choked sobs that shake his chest.

The breathing exercise hadn't helped this afternoon.

"He-, he just-" Feyd tries to convey his thoughts, trying to form a sentence that doesn't make the bile rise in his throat.

"I know, I'm so sorry. Listen to me, Feyd, you deserve none of that, do you hear me? You are so precious, you are so loved."

"By who?" He asks. She's told him she loves him already.

"By me, I love you more than there are stars in the universe."

Feyd's teeth scrape against her chest as he cries with his mouth open, emitting sounds that he's never heard himself make before, not as a grown man. He sounds like a dying animal. She holds him as long as it takes to drain the river of his tears until only the drying salt is left on his cheeks. His throat hurts like he has cut himself open with razor blades and his head radiates a throbbing ache with each exhausted heartbeat.

Throughout it all, while she holds him and coos at him, she cries quietly as well, feeling his suffering like physical pain that throttles her heart. She feels bad for lamenting about the war when Feyd has gone through all of this all his life. It wasn't hard to figure out that he has no one to talk to and his suffering has accumulated, layer after terrible layer around a vulnerable core. She wants nothing more than to free him from this pain, but he had asked her to only let him cry tonight, so she will not offer advice.

Eventually, the room falls silent. Feyd hasn't cried for a few minutes, only breathing against her neck while she tirelessly caresses his smooth scalp. She thinks he might have fallen asleep and is surprised that it actually worked within the dream, but then she feels his lips moving along the column of her throat, peppering it with soft kisses. She doesn't complain about the intimate touch and kisses his head. When she told him he is so loved, she meant it with every cell of hers. Feyd stirs in her arms, raising himself on his forearms.

"Can I fuck you?" Red-rimmed eyes look at her feverishly, lips parted for breath because his nose is stuffy.

She is caught by surprise, momentarily not knowing what to say. "Are you sure you want that tonight?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm so sure." Feyd delves for her mouth, capturing it in a kiss, though he quickly has to part for breath. His lips taste of salt and his warm, hectic breath flutters across her skin as he lets out little sounds of desperation.

She kisses him back with a sliver of reluctance, letting her hand slide from the back of his head to his neck and over his muscled shoulders as he leans over her, slotting himself between her legs. Already he unlaces his trousers and bunches up her gown, rubbing circles over her clothed clit in a way that feels rushed. His cock is half hard and brushing against her inner thigh. While her eyes are closed, she feels the frantic rhythm of Feyd's hand, stroking himself.

He isn't usually this impatient.

"Feyd, wait a moment, I'm not wet enough," she objects when he tugs her underwear aside.

"Why?! Why the fuck not?" Hurt raptor eyes snap up, lips pressed into a tight, trembling line. The tension in his jaws adds a bump on each side like extra bones protruding from his skeleton.

"Because you've been crying!"

Feyd viscerally pulls away. He is a pathetic excuse of a man.  How dare his eyes cry more at her words? He will never cry again. Never. 

"My beloved, don't go," she pleads, wrapping her arms around Feyd's narrow waist from behind. How easily he sinks back into her embrace is just as pathetic, he thinks, trying to stifle his tears with anger, but he can't stop crying while his woman holds him so softly against her chest like he is only half of the size he is. He slumps back down with no energy left, crying dry sobs into her breasts.

Very gently, she turns him on his back, making sure his head is on the pillow before she climbs on top of him, covering every part of him with her warm, soft body. Instinctively, Feyd's arms wrap around her middle, squeezing her close like he would have hugged the stuffed animal he might have had as a young child.

"Can you just touch me to make it go away?" He pleads into the crown of her head.

"Of course." She lifts her face, regards him earnestly, like she isn't at all deterred by the sight of his puffy eyes and lips and his salt-crusted cheeks. "Where do you need me to touch you?" 

"Everywhere," he confesses, shuddering at the terrible truth and his head won't stop swaying from left to right.

"Okay," she softly hums and starts by kissing under each eye, letting him know that his tears will never stand between them. She loves him with tears on his cheeks as much as she loves him without. Her lips tickle his lashes as she kisses his half-closed eyelids, the softest, tenderest part of him. Then across his smooth, thick brow bones, over his scalp and down on one side while she caresses the other side with gentle fingers.

Sweetly, she nuzzles his ear with her nose, placing pecks on the shell that make him sigh. From the corner of her eyes, she sees his lips part.

Proceeding downwards very slowly, she draws a trail of kisses down his throat, lingering just under his jaws for several minutes, increasing from light pecks to generous suckles that tint his skin pink. Soft moans chime after the first few love bites and Feyd's fingers twist into the fabric of her gown. 

"Would you like your clothes off?" She whispers and licks gently over his Adam's Apple which jumps when he speaks.

"Yes, please."

She begins with his tunic, fingers slipping under the hem and across his smooth, twitching belly, lifting the fabric as he lifts his arms so the shirt can be discarded on the side. Each dip and curve of his muscles receives loving attention, a wet tongue sliding between the subtle mounds of his abdominal muscles, into his navel, between his pectorals while her fingers are splayed across his ribs, feeling the corded muscles flex there when her mouth caresses each  hardening nipple.

Humming softly, she nuzzles her cheek against his chest, fingers dancing lightly across his side. Tentatively, her hand dips lower, thumb drawing a line from Feyd's navel to the hem of his trousers. His muscles flex, hips jumping. The tent in the fabric can't be missed, yet she doesn't free him until he sighs: "Everywhere please," and a one hand settles on the top of her head, pushing her down.

While sliding his trousers down, she kisses over his hip bones, and down to his smooth, muscled thighs which fall open, hard length twitching and flopping back down on his tummy.

"Ahh~" Feyd moans.

"Not yet, my love. Soon." She continues her journey, pulling his trousers over his feet as he angles them downwards. Her hand glides over the smooth back of his foot and he is distracted by that, not realizing how she lowers her face to his other foot. Only when her lips brush against him softly, he flinches.

"You don't need to kiss my feet." He sounds so worried all of a sudden.

"But what if I want to?" She  peppers kisses around his ankle, up his shin and then back down "You have cute toes for a man."

That makes him chuckle and her heart blossoms with warmth at the sound. A tearful thickness still clings to Feyd's voice, but his laughter sounds genuine and his raspy moans are sweeter than anything when she kisses his feet goodbye and lets her hands and lips journey upwards, following the corded muscles of his milky legs. Again, she stops before his cock, noting how his balls have grown plump and taut against his writhing pelvis.

"You said everywhere," she apologizes and Feyd allows her to lift his right leg slowly, without thinking about anything except how good her lips feel and how nicely his skin prickles in all the places where she's touched him. Tenderly, she kisses the back of his thigh, sliding her nose across the smooth skin, down towards his ass cheek, inwards. 

Feyd instinctively grabs her hair to pull her to his leaking cock, but he only ends up holding her in a loose grip as she continues the worship of his milky skin, every plane, every bump.

"You're so pretty everywhere." Her hot breath brushes over his balls as she switches to the other thigh and a heavy blush heats up Feyd's cheeks. He can't help the writhing of his back and hips against the mattress, legs shifting further apart, neck arching so that his Adam's Apple sticks up like the peak of a snowy mountain.

Teeth nibble at the back of his thigh, closing in on the protruding tendon that connects leg to pelvis. Feyd shivers, fingers tightening in her hair, staring down at her bowed head with rapt anticipation. Finally, her tongue delves over that tendon, eliciting a fierce shiver from his body, nerves screaming their gratefulness for being almost touched where he needs it. The side of her tongue just barely slides against his balls and the moan he lets out is guttural, toes flexing against the sheets.

"So, so pretty. The prettiest I've ever seen. I'm so lucky to get to see you like this. Do you have any idea how lucky I am?" 

Feyd can only whimper when her lips wrap around his ridiculously hard and flushed cock head, tongue swirling across the slit to taste the salty, heady beads of inky pre cum. She is no longer afraid of the foreign color. Her hand is wrapped around the base, massaging him almost too gently, but even that gentle touch licks at his overly sensitive nerves like white-hot flames.

"Do you want to close your eyes for me and relax?" She whispers, kissing the saliva-wet head of his cock. Feyd hesitates, slightly tensing, and shakes his head. "That's alright, then keep them open and look at me, okay?"

That he does, watching her take the thick head in her mouth, tongue lapping at the sensitive underside. The hand that isn't holding him begins to dance across his inner thigh, making him spread his legs wider. Her hand drops from the base of his shaft to his balls, squeezing them which makes his cock strain and twitch against her teeth. She doesn't release him from her soft, wet mouth, bobbing at a slightly faster pace, fondling his balls.

Feyd's moans increase in pitch and a  big, gentle hand with long fingers caresses her head incredibly softly for someone who is used to meeting violence with violence and forcing himself down a partner's throat with no respect for their well-being, who gets off on the sound of choking and gagging.

He cries out when she pulls off his cock, drawing strings of saliva after her which snap and create a web across his shaft  as she leans down, tracing the thick veins with the tip of her nose, then with her tongue. Feyd lets out one long, guttural whine when her tongue delves all the way down and she sucks his balls into her mouth, one at a time, hands splayed across the back of his thighs, holding them open. Feyd grunts, heels ruffling the sheets as he pulls his knees closer to his body, hips jerking. 

Sweat beads on his forehead and he watches incredulously as she opens her jaws as wide as can be and takes both of his balls into the hot, wet cavity of her mouth, creating pressure and suction. Feyd's core coils with heat, the wave of release approaching at near impossible speed.

"Oh God, oh please, oh fuck~"

She feels the throbbing of his climax with her tongue first and hums around his sac, wrapping her hand around the head of his spit-wet cock, jerking him off until the crescendo of his moans peaks and topples and inky seed splatters all across her hand and his tummy. His hips keep twitching until moans turn into whimpers and his head sinks into the sweat-damp pillow. Only relief occupies Feyd's mind when his muscles go completely slack, save for the pleasant shudder that passes through him when she releases his sac with a wet pop.

Some of the rot has been cleaned by the cathartic touch of her hands.

Feyd meets her gaze, blue eyes drowsy and full of bliss. Meanwhile, she looks up at him with eyes like wet fire. If only there was a way to save her beloved from his waking nightmares.

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas

[Tag list: @nostalgichoya, @sebastianswallows]

[charlesf1leclerc]

BABY #2- KUWTL

Y/nInstagram- Baby Leclerc #2 in progress 🤍 charlesleclerc

Charlesleclerc - je t’aime, thank you for this gift mon Cherie ❤️

User- Omg another leclerc baby we all know it’s gonna be adorable

Landonorris- congrats guys! Team boy CharlesLeclerc- I’ll be happy either way

User- yess new little leclerc content

user- congrats to you guys

pierreGasly- well we know what you did with your summer

CarlosSianz- my new teammate in the making? �� liked by y/ninstagram

user- more daddy Charles content

user- they are already the best parents can’t wait I’m so happy for them

ArthurLeclerc- congrats sis ❤️ please be like you we don’t need another mini Charles

Charles leclerc- can’t wait to go this journey with you all over agin my love 🤍 @Y/ninstagram

pascaleLeclerc- couldn’t be happier for you both 🥰

user- Aww another Leclerc baby

Y/ninstagram- i love you so much and I couldn’t be happier ❤️

user- Boy or girl guys???? User- I hope boy because mini Charles but girl User- Girl ArthurLeclerc- Girl 💕

JorisTouche- not another one 🙄❤️

charlesleclerc

*comments disabled *

@y/ninstagram

*comments disabled*

Y/ninstagram- welcome to the world my sweet baby I love you more then words can say charlesleclerc

User- omg look at the little toes

charlesLeclerc- so proud of you cherie 🤍

martamolino- Congrats hun so adorable

User-I’m dying to know if it’s a boy or girl

PascaleLeclerc- my beautiful grandchild

user- Congrats that’s one cute baby

user- omg another baby these genes are amazing

CharlesLeclerc- Welcome to the world my beautiful sweet girl Sicily Mae. I love you and cherish you more than you know. @y/ninstagram thank you for giving me two beautiful girls I couldn’t be more proud of you. I will be forever grateful and in debt to you

user- that’s such a beautiful name congrats

Landonorris- happy for you but upset the name isn't lando the II

Arthur Leclerc- Im scared that bay is definitely another mini charles Liked by y/ninstagram

User- She’s so cute definitely the leclerc baby

LorenzoLeclerc- ❤️ congrats you two beautiful family

LewisHamilton- Congrats to the both of you

CarlosSianz- Ah my teammate has arrived

user- 🥹

PierreGasly- your telling me Charles leclerc made that, then why is it so cute?

@Y/ninstagram

*comments disabled*

————————————————————————

Hope you all enjoyed even though it’s short pls continue to keep sending in your request for my KUWTL series and my other drivers tysm xx

[mrmustachious]

Part 3 and the final part of the rec list! Don't forget to check out part 1 and part 2 too! Blame tumblr for not allowing me to put it all on the same post! 💕

List below the cut. All warnings, ratings, etc. are inside each fic~~

✨FANDOM RECS [CONT.]✨

Fraught Friendships by RenaHime

This oneshot is set in the aftermath of the episode “Impact”. Always wondered as to why Ridley never featured again after this, so here is my answer.

A Father by rosefields

Scott Tracy has been under a lot of pressure since his mother died. But he can cope, it's not a problem. Jeff know that, his oldest is strong and capable and he doesn't need his father. Right? (Partly Outsider POV)

Up in Flames by @sparkwithinme

Inspired by a small bit of dialog from Inferno.

Reflection by @scribeofred

The city of Kingston. One year ago, an earthquake. Now, fires and explosions. History isn't repeating, but lives still hang in the balance, and the Tracys are a single wrong step away from losing one of their own.

the observable entropy of a closed system by scribeofred

Everyone involved in the operation has their own methods of ensuring absolute secrecy is maintained. This—this is yours.

Pranks and Tempers by @weathergirl8

It was only supposed to be an innocent prank, but Gordon didn't bargain for more.

A Guide to Valentine's Day (and how to exploit it) by @silverstarfics

“John, darling,” Penelope announced brightly. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“No.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Not a romantic date.”

In which John and Penelope pretend to go on a date to make the most of the discounts offered on meals for couples, because Valentine’s Day is about all kinds of love, including the platonic kind.

Five Times Alan Flew Another Thunderbird by silverstarfics

...and the one time he didn't.

Five Times The Floor Was Not Lava by silverstarfics

...and the one time it was.

Out Of This World by silverstarfics

Reality has rules: the supernatural don't exist (but Alan's just seen his brother stabbed by a demon), demon deals aren't real (which is also odd given Alan's accidentally made one), and nightmares exist solely in your head (only he's just dragged his entire family into a hell dimension). Or: Alan learns some truths about the world that he'd rather not have known at all.

The One Where John Gets A Hug by silverstarfics

Spending months by yourself has never been advisable behaviour, and John's never been good at asking people for help. Or: the Tracys learn the magical art of communication, with a load of hugs thrown in for good measure.

The Spider Incident by silverstarfics

It takes a certain kind of bravery to save the world... it takes a different kind of bravery to remove a spider from the shower. Or: there is a spider, and the Tracy boys are disasters.

Tomorrow Never Knows by silverstarfics

Things had not gone according to plan, to say the least. Now they were trapped on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with no hope of rescue and increasingly slim chances of survival. To make matters worse, the Chaos Crew had shown up. This was not going to be a fun week.

Shattered by @jerriandtheirfanfics

One Tracy brother leaves his feelings bottled up, until the smother hen catches him out. Movie-verse oneshot.

Whatever It Takes by Siocled_poeth

Realisation hit John's gut like one of Gordon's elbows: he'd been kidnapped, and he'd walked right into it.

It didn't seem as though his family were looking for him. His father probably hadn't even noticed he was missing. He had to decide what lengths to go to to get home.

Denied by @thunderstorm-bay

Gordon is frustrated after "Deep Search" and "City Under The Sea".

Enough is Enough by SpaceKat38

Chapter 19 of Whumptober 2022

Just Another Rescue by teddy0bear

No summary.

Buckle by Teobi

She finds him sitting at his father's desk, when everyone else has gone to bed. Add-on to S1E15, 'Relic'. TAG2015

Sunny Side Up by TheRebelFlower

Brandon wants to cook breakfast for Alan, but will his plan fail when it turns out he's not the first one to arrive in the kitchen?

Brother by @mrmustachious

Virgil senses something is up with Alan. It isn't what he thinks it is. Written for Thunderpride 2023 - Trans Men Day

Sleep Under the Fish by mrmustachious

One day, a strange boy appeared on Penelope's beach. And then he disappeared.

Little did she know about the world that lived beneath the sea, and what that one encounter would open her up to.

A Thunderbirds/Luca AU

We'll Always Have Paris by @tikatu

Kyrano takes Tin-Tin on a journey of the heart.

and finally, the penny drops! by @tanushakyrano

This was not how Scott had envisioned having his bisexual awakening, but sometimes that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Besides, it definitely could have been a whole lot worse, so who's complaining?

give or take a million by transienttumbleweed

Half a dozen years ago, in the lobby of a Wichita hospital, Scott Tracy made a choice.

It was the right choice, in the end, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t … consequences.

It’s fine. He’s handling it. (Present-day AU.)

like to the lark at break of day by transienttumbleweed

John Tracy is not having a good week.

Fortunately, his older brothers have a full tank of gas and no sense of self-preservation. (Present-day AU.)

piece by piece by transienttumbleweed

Six times Tanusha cried because of the Tracys, and one time she couldn’t. (Present-day AU. Can be read independent of the rest of the series.)

I Just Can't Wait To Be Free by @tsarinatorment

When Scott gets stuck, Gordon’s the only one around - too bad he can’t stop laughing.

Late Night Lifting by @whatgaviiformes

Smart doesn't mean weak

Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm by whatgaviiformes

An alternate universe. Gordon has a successful farm... and seems to have nothing to do with this International Rescue thing.

Turning Circles by whatgaviiformes

It was official. Gordon had a crush on his brother's ice dance partner. Ice Skating AU

Once in a blue moon by @such-a-random-rambler

please, someone, why can I not write anything else! A little John and Virgil together. Now with chapter 2 wohoo!

Seeing Stars by such-a-random-rambler

While John deals with memory loss from a domestic accident, the others rally round

Don't Cough by Whump_and_Whine

John's dying, alone in space as his brothers rush to get to him. He realises they're not going to get to him in time, and contemplates how to die. It's a sad fic, but in my head, John does survive after this, but I've tagged death of character, and suicidal thought in case. If you want more details, read the notes.

Tricky Trust by Whump_and_Whine

John's sick. He needs to be sedated, but that comes with its own problems...

Grudgingly Human by Yarnaholic

Post EOS. Scott faces some old demons while trying to talk down a man standing on a building ledge after a rescue.

La tarte aux pommes d'or by @yarol2075

Scott needs to thank the Mechanic - it really shouldn't be so hard.

PART 3/3 [PART 1] [PART 2]

[minminyoonjii]

Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

💕Drabble Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

You sighed, leaning against your locker, biting on the end of a lollipop stick. It was usual to see you roaming around the hallway during classes. The teachers gave you a special pass since your results are excelling. You yawned, watching students come in and out into the hallway when a group of boys walked in. Their uniforms are seamless, their hair tidy and smooth. 

You eyed the blonde one, his eyes sparkling with innocent joy. His cheeks decorated with freckles, adding to the alluring sight. You looked next to him, his eyes icy but proper. He looks like he holds himself high. A teacher's pet. Then you looked at the last. He was the definition of the last but not least. Tall, an artist. There was a smudge of paint on his cheeks, making you bite back a smirk. 

You eyed him up and down, his ears pierced, and his hair tied to a ponytail. You gave them a subtle glance as they walked closer. Your expression stayed nonchalant as they walked past. It's been a while since you got laid in university. Maybe you could somehow lure them into agreeing with themselves.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," your lecturer chastised, showing you your results. You sighed, "I'm not sir, the workload is getting harder," you replied, trying to keep your annoyance at bay. Your lecturer frowned, "This isn't your first year, you should've prepared and your answers are deliberately wrong. It's like you understood the question but answered the total opposite," he scoffed, tapping his foot. 

You snickered, "Maybe I need a tutor," you said with sarcasm lacing your voice. "Maybe you do," your lecturer perked up. 'Bingo' you thought, staying nonchalant. "I'm introducing you to three students, maybe they'll be a good influence on you," he said, messaging them about the tutoring. You bit back a smirk, "I'm sure they will be," you said, packing up your bag.

"You're our new pupil, right?" Felix beamed, reaching out his hand. You nodded, taking it. The size difference between you made your cock throb. You smiled back, "Yeah, my results have been disappointing, to say the least," you said, playing along to their personalities. Minho hummed, "It's quite a significant drop. Did something happen to you in that period of time?" he asked, wary by your behavior. 

You studied them beforehand, nothing too stalkerish. You were still a gentleman, just base level knowledge. "My pet cat passed. It was heartbreaking, to say the least," you said, showing him a picture of your cat. It wasn't a lie. It did pass, just not this year. Minho bit his bottom lip, sympathizing with your loss, "I'm so sorry. I would've lost focus too," he admitted, setting his papers aside. 

Hyunjin kept quiet, monitoring you, "You're the one that got the special pass, right? The one that only the top students are allowed to have," he said, crossing his arms. You nodded, "I was until I flunked my midterms and trials," you explained, knowing it'd be harder to gain his trust. Hyunjin hummed, "I suppose we could tutor you. But don't expect us to be friends," he said, looking away. You gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it," you said, covering your pulsing hard on with your bag. 

Weeks go by as they tutored you. It didn't take long for them to get comfortable around it and even invite you for simple hangs out. You enjoyed the company, genuinely seeing them for who they are instead of mindless future hookup. "So, today we're practically simple bacteria containment. It's just step by step to keep it secure. Like the fume hood or the vacuum chamber," Felix explained, showing his notebook. 

You nodded, jolting along, "Can we take a break after this?" You asked, cracking the joints in your neck. Felix nodded, "Sure, it's about time anyway," he said, keeping his stationary aside. You cuddled up to Felix, "You're so soft, Yongbok-ah," you grumbled, nosing his neck. Felix giggled, "That tickles," he said, squirming right above your bulging tent. You hissed, holding him firm, "Stop that," you warned, breathing heavily against his hair. 

Felix gulped, doing as told, "Sorry," he whispered, fidgeting with his hands. You sighed, patting his head, "You did nothing wrong, it's just I'm a little pent up right now," you explained, seeing a shiver go down Felix's spine. You smirked, "Would you like to see?" you asked, knowing this was a heavy risk. Felix nodded, his breathing shallow, "Please? If you allow, of course," he asked, turning to look up at you. 

"Anything you want, prince," you whispered, stroking his cheek.

NSFW BELOW CUT

Felix kneeled between your legs, your cock heavy and hot against your torso, "It's so girthy," he whispered, trying to wrap his hand around it but it barely held half. You chuckled, stroking his hair, "Maybe you're just tiny, prince. Tiny hands, tiny body, but your heart sure is big," you teased, booping his nose. 

Felix giggled, stroking your cock at a languid pace, "Does this feel good?" he asked, looking for your reassurance. You nodded, "Of course it hah does," you groaned, wrapping your hand around his to pump your cock. Felix gulped at the size difference, his eyes blown wide with lust at the squelching sounds of precum leaking down your shaft. 

Hyunjin whimpered, feeling left out as he watched from the stairs. You knew he was there, his reflection was shown on the TV a while ago. "Hyunnie, come down here, angel," you cooed, gesturing him over. Hyunjin gulped but did as told his body instantly going next to Felix. You cooed, seeing his flushed out expression, "Were you feeling needy, angel? Did you want to touch it too?" you asked, stroking his cheek. 

Hyunjin nodded, rutting his bulge against his palm, "Can you teach us this time?" he asked, looking up at you with dilated pupils. You shuddered an exhale, "Definitely. You both have so much to learn," you said, stroking his hair.

"That's it, Lix. Keep riding that dildo," you instructed, grazing Felix's skin. Hyunjin cried out, his cock buried down Felix fluttering throat. His cockhead leaking and throbbing with precum. Felix whimpered at the taste, his prostate stimulated to the brink. "Fuck, hhgh, hah. Don't moan, Lix," he sobbed, clawing the couch. Felix whined, trying but the constant thrusts of the dildo pressing against his sensitive bundles of nerves made his head spin. 

Hyunjin whined, bucking his hips, "Cumming, hah, I'm cumming," he wailed, holding down Felix's head to the hilt. Felix choked on his cum, streaks of white dripped down his nose. You gently pulled him off and cleaned his face, "Blow," you instructed as he blew his nose. Hyunjin laid spent, his cock twitching against his torso. You chuckled, leaning down to wrap your hand around Felix's pretty cocklet, "Cum for me, prince. I know your prostate feels good but your body hasn't ejaculated from that pleasure before," you cooed, pumping his cock between your fist. 

Felix arched his back, sitting back on his heels as ropes of white squirted onto Hyunjin's knees. You pampered, kisses on his face, "Good boys, you did so good for your first lesson," you praised, not hearing the door unlock. Minho stood with his eyes wide, "What's going on?" he asked, trying to look away from your pulsing hard cock. You chuckled, "Minnie, don't look away. I like your eyes on me," you cooed, knowing Minho is a size queen. 

He hides his search history well but keeps his yaoi manhwas' on display thinking no one would know what they are. Minho scoffed, "Show some decency. I want no part of your endeavours," he said, setting the groceries aside. You stepped back, "If you really hate it, say the word peach. If you're wary but find all this attractive, say the word apple," you said, wanting to have a taste of him but you're demure, very mindful. 

Minho gulped, gripping the counter, "Apple," he said, biting his bottom lip. You smiled, "I'll take good care of you, kitten," you hummed, leaning Minho to the rest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so tight," you hissed, gripping Minho's hips as he bounced on your lap. Minho whimpered, loving the sheer stretch of your hot veiny cock penetrating his puffy rim. You licked his chest, "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you. Your little hole had to be plugged up every day, didn't it?" You mocked, nipping his nipples. It was a shock to everyone when you undressed Minho only to see a pretty little jewel between his plump ass. 

Minho nodded, clawing your torso, "Yes, yes. Feel empty hhgh without it," he whined, riding your perfectly curved cock to pounded against his prostate. Felix mewled, pinned to the couch by Hyunjin, "Jinnie, your tongue is so long," he cried out, his ribbed walls stimulated by Hyunjins through thrusts. Hyunjin sucked on Felix's rim, "You taste so sweet baby," he groaned, marking Felix's inner thighs. 

You growled, thrusting your hips upwards to meet Minho's bounces, "Good kitten. You're so good for me. You're all mine now, understood. I'm never letting you all go," you  rambled, thrusting into Minho at a relentless pace. Minho screamed, cumming onto your torso at the sheer intensity. You bit his shoulder, groaning into his skin as you climaxed deep within his hole. Minho whimpered, slumping into your arms, "That felt amazing," he mewled, licking  the cum of your pec. 

You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for giving in," you chuckled, hearing Felix whimper from his high. Hyunjin pulled away, cumming into his palm, "Fuck, I don't think I can move," he groaned, feeling his knees lock up from kneeling too long. You chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll do the rest. Just enjoy the bliss for a bit longer, my loves. I'll take care of you," you whispered, sinking into the post-orgasmic haze.

[penelopesbaby]

Okkk so I’m bored sooo I’m gonna rate the zsakuva characters on who I like MOST TO LEAST (and I might do hc later)

I’m organizing these in a list so itll go from "my MAN" -> "okayyy cutie divaa i see you" -> "youre...ok" -> "...could you not" -> "get the fuck away from me" 😁

Starting off strong the "my MAN" category:

1. ANDREW - he was the first one I listened to and I LOVED HIM and I STILL love him and hes just so like like lover boy idk how to describe it I just 💗💕💝💕💓🩷💕💖💗💘💖💕💝💓💘💕

2. ASIREL - Listennn... for a WHILE xanthus was #2 but like asirel walked in and I honestly forgot how to act I CANT lie also pet just being pet makes listing to him SOOOO much more fun

3. XANTHUS - yall KNOW. Me and xanthus... heh... we go way back... 😼 (I’m sorry I’ll stop) xanthus has been my man since he pulled up to the scene ok? When he comes back (if ever) I WILL swerve on that corner wooooah. (😨🔫👈)

4. ELIAS - OH BITCH WHEN I TELL YOU. When I tell you experimenting with his character via different AUs and headcanons is always so fun for writing plus hes SO CUTIE BRO I CANT I JUST I need him like injected into my veins fr...

5. DONTIS - oh my God bro I remember one time when he only had like 2 episodes I listened to them on repeat for 4 hours while playing tunnel rush also his friendship dynamic w xanthus is smthn I LIVE for, they are like THE duo. Also in like the 3rd ep where he gave listener all of his properties n stuff incase he didn’t come back? Goated character.

7. ZAROS - oh GIRL I’m so hyped I cant even lieee like. He wants that cookie so EFFING BAD I CANT

Now the "okkayy cutiee divaa I see you"

8. ROWAN - hes so cute I literally cannot we need more episodes pulleaasseeee

9. JONAH - honestly jonah used to be higher up and hes still a great character dgmw I js don’t love him like I used to but thats ok :3

10. ISAAC - OH GIRL don’t get me started he would be so much higher if he wasnt a slow burn, and I get why he was a slow burn but I hategaheyshag slow burns (I say after reading powerless) but oh the man he IS BRO. He brought a gun to a NIGHTMARE AND HE GOT THERE FAST don’t PLAY W MY BOY ISAAC

11. KAYSON - hes only here bc I didn’t know where to put him. I used to LOVE him but I started not liking him idk why

12. ALEX - shut up. Don’t care. "He should he lower-" hes EXACTLY where he needs to be ok? My mans is ACTUALLY TRYING OK.. hes taking time to do therapy and change let him grow guys 🫶

"Youre..okay"

13. MATIAS - I mean hes... ok? He only has like two audios and I’m NOT afraid of thunder

14. LUCA - I don’t... like.. I just cant like no..

"Get the fuck away from me"

15. CEVYK - I’m like sorta religious and I don’t SHAME PEOPLE FOR WHAT THEY LIKE it just don’t sit right to ME and I don’t agree w the stuff said in his audios tho he is very funny sometimes I just mainly would rather not... also hes creepy asf like hoe did you js peal my skin off huhu wtf

ANYWAYSSSSS THATS ALLL bu bai

[gothgleek]

could i maybe request angus x female reader blurb where they are both the last left holding over and are left to their own devices after sharing a infirmary room with no privacy for 2 weeks?? maybe someone walks in on the other or something

Omg this is my first Ask request💕 I hope you enjoy, I finished this while wrote it while I was stuck in traffic because I wanted to finish it before my birthday. Also this is a little longer than a blurb j hope you don’t mind 😅

Notes: Minors DNI, AFAB/cis girl reader, Angus is a munch, overstimulation, oral sex, ignoring religious guilt, minor religious kink, reader can be interpreted as a virgin, mentions of toys, getting caught, both parties are 18+

You never considered yourself to be a terribly horny person, not when St. Agatha’s Boarding School for Young Ladies kept your schedule busy and your roommates always around. But staying there over the winter break with only yourself and the hitachi toy your roommate gifted you as company? Yeah, you might as well have possessed by a lust demon.

But then Mother Superior had to go and break her leg, forcing you out of your masturbation marathon and take shelter at the boys’ school on the other side of town without your new best friend. (If you were a god-fearing woman, you would blame yourself for her accident.)

Unfortunately, even while rooming at Barton you could not escape your constant state of arousal. The unexpected attractiveness of your new roommate. Angus Tully did not make it easy either.

You tried numerous things to keep the monster at bay- sneaking off to the laundry room, using the shower head, your own hands- but nothing felt as good as your hitachi. Heck, you even started to have sex dreams about Angus but even that didn’t help your state of arousal. You were beginning to see why the nuns said the ongoing sexual revolution is a mistake.

That was until he walked in on you masturbating.

The both of you froze, him in the doorway, you on your bed humping your pillow.

“Um…” Angus swallowed. “Do you need a hand with that?”

You blamed your constant state of arousal and the fact that Angus wasn’t terrible looking (damn your weakness for his big eyes, nose, and curly hair.)

Your eyes grazed down to his broken arm. “I guess one extra hand wouldn’t hurt.” You said jokingly. “But you need to get me dinner after this, I can't have you thinking I’m easy. The nuns would kill me.”

You leaned back on your bed, your pillow under your hips and nightgown bunched around your waist. Rather than take his pants off, Angus knelt in front of you.

“I was actually sent here to get you for dinner but I think I’m gonna just have you instead,” Angus said while slowly peeling off your panties with his good hand. You made a sound of confusion and he looked up at you. “I don’t have a condom on me. I can’t have the nuns get mad at me.”

With that, he moved forward and gave your pussy a curious lick. You jumped at the foreign feeling. You didn’t know boys did that.

You closed your legs on instinct but Angus used his good hand to keep you open. He didn’t look strong but his big hand holding you open, you couldn’t help but melt.

Your moans were muffled as you held your hands over them but Angus was able to hear you well enough to navigate between your legs, giving extra attention to the spots you moaned the loudest. With days of pent up arousal and interrupted pillow time, it didn’t take long for you to cum.

Angus let you relax into the bed before speaking up again. You recognized the look on his face as a combination of cockiness and curiosity.

“You know you talk in your sleep?”

“Huh?” Your brain was still under that post-orgasm haze. “I do?”

“Quite a lot actually.” Angus told you with a smirk as he began fingering your sensitive pussy. You tried to close your legs but Angus used his shoulders to keep you open. “Just last night you were moaning my name. Wanna tell me what you were dreaming of?”

“I….” You said distractedly. “I don’t remember.”

“I don’t believe you,” Angie smirked. “You don’t have to be shy anymore, I already ate your pussy. Tell me.”

His fingers curled inside you and you let out a strangled moan. He seriously expected you to think under these circumstances?

“I…fuck… I just dreamed you had me bent over in the confessions booth,” You managed to choke out. “One hand was around my throat.”

“That’s certainly very sinful of you,” Angus mused as his thumb began rubbing your clit. “What else?”

“I woke up before I could finish.”

“Well you’ve had other dreams, like I said you talked a lot these last few nights.”

“I…” Your hips began bucking. “I’m getting close again.”

Was this really all it took after all these days?

“Keep talking and I’ll let you cum,” Angus said, rubbing a little harder.

“Oh um… fuck…” You tried to search through your memories as you felt your orgasm build up. “I dreamt of the two of us at the… fucking… the fucking spring fling.” You fisted the sheets in frustration and he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee.

“Go on.”

“I dragged you to a classroom and I was wearing… I was wearing a lavender dress… you pushed it up and started fucking me…”

“How did I fuck you?”

You let out a groan. “Please I’m so close!” You protested quietly.

“I wanna hear more first.” He added another finger.

“My legs were over your shoulders and I was lying on the teacher’s desk…You were grabbing my boobs…” His thumb was moving faster and that pressure in your stomach was reaching its peak. “Frank Sinatra was playing… is that enough detail for you?”

Angus didn’t respond, simply moving faster. With his brown eyes staring you down with a cocky smile, you couldn’t help but buck your hips up and cum with a moan.

Angus slowed his fingers and began pressing kisses down your thighs.

“What are you doing?” This bastard wanted to go again?

“I just wanted to see what you looked like before I tasted you again,” Angus disappeared between your legs and you felt him lapping at the wetness between your legs.

“Angus,” you hissed and you tried to push his head away. You couldn’t take more of this. You were about to melt into the mattress. Then you felt his tongue lapping up your wetness from the source. You moaned loudly and pulled your hands away from his hair to cover your mouth.

You bucked your hips up and tried to push him away but Angus just grabbed your thigh and pulled you back to him. He didn’t look strong but your body also couldn’t decide if it wanted to run away or run towards his mouth.

“Don’t run away from me,” Angus warned with a lustful look in his eye. He returned between your legs.

Angus pressed his tongue into you, as deep as it could go until his nose began rubbing against your clit. You began grinding against him, one hand leaving your mouth to pull him closer by his hair.

It took you a little longer to cum again but somehow Angus managed to pull a third one out of you. Your hand gave a final tug of his hair as your hips lifted upwards and you grabbed the sheets to let out a loud moan. To his credit, Angus didn’t cease his movements, letting you ride his tongue until you collapsed against the mattress.

While the two of you caught your breathes, someone knocked on the door while opening it. Angus shot away from between your legs and you did your best to sit up and cover yourself.

Not that it did much to convince Mr. Hunham, who walked in and immediately raised a brow at your guilty expression. Then he looked at Angus and saw the state of his hair and the mess you had left on his face. Mr. Hunham rubbed his face in an attempt to calm himself.

“Go to dinner,” Mr. Hunham gestured for you to get out of the room.

“Mr. Tully, a word.” He said sternly.

——

Two hours later, Angus comes back to your room, cleaned up with a small smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time for you to return the favor,” Angus rose told his feet and unbuckled his belt. His hard, weeping cock popped out and you couldn’t help but gulp.

“I’m not getting any sleep tonight,” you thought with tired glee.

[nightxcreature]

Don't Call Me (SoldierboyxReader)

Summary: Reader and Ben have an altercation after an interview gone wrong.

Warnings: Cursing, Verbal Threats (Homicide), Sexually exploiting women, Jealousy, Anger, Angst

Pairing: Soldierboy x Jealous!Reader

A/N: Number two for @jacklesversebingo 2024! This one is based off the prompt: "Got something to say about that?" "No." "Well, you look like you do." Prompt is in bold. As always, edited as well as I can and this one has been proofread lol Criticism welcome, reposts, likes, and comments adored. 💕

Part Two is out now! It's titled "Payback".

My leg feels like it’s shaking a million miles an hour, electricity radiating down my arms. We had been sitting in Vought headquarters for the last three hours doing interview after interview with the flirtiest journalist. Her blonde hair bounced past her shoulders, her boobs on display no matter where she turned, and the sickly-sweet smiles she sent Ben sent bile up my throat every time. He was eating it up, of course, he always did. It didn’t matter how many times I let him fuck me, He always ate up these stupid interviews. They praised him, practically stripping themselves bare to please his ego. It was always the same statements, ‘You’re the world’s greatest hero, Soldier-Boy.’ ‘What would we ever do without you, Soldier-Boy?’ ‘What’s it like being the strongest man alive?’ ‘Do you want to sign my tits?’ Okay…that last one only happened once, but that doesn’t change the fact that they never have anything to say to me. If he had brought Mindstorm or Black Noir, hell even the twins, I’m sure this interview would be going a completely different way. The men are always front and center for these girls; Crimson Countess, Stormfront, and I are the last on the list, and the jealousy that boils in my veins at that knowledge is second to none.

                Of course, watching her throw herself at him wasn’t helping the situation. I can’t keep the little green monster at bay whether thinking about her ignoring me or about him wanting her. I always wondered if he thought of me when they were shoving themselves at him; I know the answer, but maybe in a perfect world he thinks of kissing my lips, of my hands on his body and his mouth on mine, of our bodies moving together and our minds melding as one when… “Hey! Hey! I’ve been yelling at you forever, Y/N!”  His voice snaps me out of my fog, and I turn to face him as he continues, “What? Have you got a dick up your ass? Pay attention!”

                The journalist laughs as I nod, rubbing a hand up his arm, and my eyes narrow, “Sorry, we’ve been doing this for hours and it feels like we’re getting nowhere. Are there any important questions left, Sweetheart, or are you just gonna sit here and keep theoretically sucking him off?”

                Her head snaps back and her jaw drops as she takes in what I asked, “Ex-excuse me?”

                “Do you have any important questions for me, or should I just leave the two of you alone?” I repeat slowly, “I’m getting a little sick of watching you two eye-fuck each other when I could be a fifth of Jack deep in my hotel room by now.”

                “I-I didn’t write down an-any questions for you.” She stutters out and flips through the papers in her lap, “I’m sure I can think of something though.”

                I roll my eyes and stand, “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got better shit to do than this.” Turning on my heel, I storm out of the room and down the hallway. I barely make it to the elevator before I hear Ben’s heavy boots behind me. “Got something to say about that?” I ask turning to look at him, his features cold. Arms crossed and jaw set, the little muscle there jumping as he breathes.

                “No.” He responds curtly, a slight shake of his head the only change in his demeanor.

                “Well, you look like you do.” I snap, stepping into the elevator as the doors open. He shoves in behind me and we ride down in silence.

Just before we reach the ground floor, he slams a hand down onto the Emergency Stop button and corners me into the back of the small area. His eyes are blazing, breathing ragged, and his hands blocking me in, the epitome of anger all rolled into one man.

                “What, Ben?” I ask annoyed, glancing at his forearms above my head, “I have places to be.”

                “What the fuck is your problem?” He cuts me off, the vein in his neck bulging as he glares down at me, “Do you think just because I fuck you that you get to be a bitch to everyone else that wants to fuck me, too?”

                “I don’t give a shit who gets in your bed.”

                “Yeah? It sure seemed like it back there.” He nods behind him and his frown deepens, “What the fuck is your problem?”

                I sigh and duck underneath him to start the elevator back up, but he snatches me by the hair and shoves me back into the corner, “I’m not done talking to you.”

                I shove him back, standing taller to get in his face, “Well, I’m done talking to you. Hell, I’m done talking about you! That’s all anyone wants to talk about.” My breathing begins to shake, and I can feel my eyes blazing as my voice raises, “Do you think all this came from having a sexual relationship with you? From me being jealous that other women are in bed with you? No, Ben! That bitch didn’t even have questions for me. If I have to be there to watch you flirt with these stupid women over and over, the least they could do is ask me something more than how uncomfortable my suit is if I gain a few pounds!”

                He rolls his eyes and takes a step closer to me, towering over me, “You’re seriously going to act like this over her asking the face of Payback a few questions? Get it through your fucking skull,” He spits, tapping a finger against my temple, “I am not your boyfriend. I am not your friend. I’m your boss, I use you for a good time and I leave. That’s it.”

                “Fuck you, Ben!”

                “You already did.”  He smirks and slides a hand behind him to press the button, “And you’ll do it again.”

                Shock reverberates through my body, and I can feel the electricity building in my palms at a rapid pace. I hate him. I hate his cocky attitude. I hate his stupid face. I hate that he’s right. God, I hate him. Unconsciously, I reach out to grab his arms, but he steps to the side as the doors slide open. A raise of his brow tells me that he knows just as well I do, he was a centimeter away from the shock of his life.

                “That would be the last thing you do, Sweetheart.” He whispers maliciously, “You’re a great lay, Y/N, but I’ll kill you before you can blink, and we both know it. That sweet pussy isn’t worth all this trouble.”

                I smile sweetly, a sudden surprising confidence taking over my body. I blink once, twice, and finally a third time before staring him dead in the face, “I’m still breathing.” Flipping him off, I step out of the elevator and head down the hallway, “Don’t call me, Asshole.”

If he’s going to kill me, I’m going to give him a damn good reason.

______________________________________________________________

A/N: This one was a little easier to write without a tiny human running around the house, I actually got it finished while she was in school. I have been so nervous since dropping that smutty fic yesterday, so here's a little angst and anger to make me feel better lmaooo

[sorchathered]

💕Lover💕

A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

Jake Seresin Masterlist

Tagging- @ohtobeleah @bobgasm @attapullman @mamamaystbr @mamachasesmayhem @roosterforme @jessicab1991 @shanimallina87 @djs8891 @mygyn @86laura11 @floydsglasses @dempy @nouis-bum @angelbabyyy99 @pinkdaisies9285 @purelyfiction @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer @jostan456 @kmc1989 @its-the-pilot @mrsevans90 @sailor-aviator

[hyggetrait]

hi there,

I’m glad you’ve stopped by to read this little note. I have quite a few updates to share. some good, some not so good. but short summary is, I’m happy, healthy, and building! This is a little long, so I apologize. I’ve tried to organize my thoughts as best as I could below.

First, thank you

I’m still flabbergasted that over 3000 of you have pressed that follow button. even crazier when I think about the fact that I’ve only posted less than 50 posts. I feel like I’ve gotten the better end of that deal but I promise to be more present. thank you for following me despite my lack of uploads, thank you for liking, reposting, commenting, and just being so kind. you’re all such a wonderful supportive community.

happy life update

Earlier this year my company downsized significantly and many near and dear people to me were let go. on top of that, a lot of work was piled on to me, so I had to prioritize offline life for a bit. the good thing is, after a crazy couple of months I was able to take time off for some much needed r&r, and as part of that break, I got to go to France to visit some family, enjoy some good food and sip on some delicious wine. but most importantly, i made some wonderful memories with my now fiancé! (surprise!) I’m still letting all soak in but we’re so happy for what the future holds.

now with the personal update out of the way, onto the sims ;

gameplay

I’m so sad to share that the save file with all of my wip was corrupted. thankfully I was able to salvage some builds because I saved to my gallery, but others are forever gone. sadly, the house I built for my growing together family and my tartosa town were collateral. I have an earlier iteration saved of the tartosa town but a lot of my progress is lost. I’m still heartbroken as I had worked so hard on them both, but I promise when inspiration strikes again I’ll try to complete the tartosa town.

the good news is, I’ve started building again. smaller lots these times and boy am I grateful for that. I even started a new house for my growing together household. I have one build I’ll be sharing in the coming days and two more that are nearly done. they are all in brindleton bay, inspired by nantucket and cape cod. think of it as a mini series if you will. I can’t wait to share more!

tray files and downloads

a lot of people have been asking for a while for my tray files. I apologize for the long wait, but I’m finally working on it and I’ll be setting up a free patreon for you guys to easily download!

and that’s all. I’m working on some new formatting/graphics for my future posts, it might change a few times while I figure it out but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for sticking around, for reading my little note, and for supporting my creations!

see you soon,

nicole 💕

[annab-nana]

“Did you buy us cheesy matching pjs?” With Eddie because he would thinks it’s so cheesy but love it entirely because it’s with you🥺💕

omg yes! he'd act like he didn't want to do it, but he'd eat it up

warnings: not proofread, christmas, one use of y/n, use of pet names (angel)

❀ masterlist ❀

from the outside, eddie munson did not look like the christmas kind of guy. his vibe was much more in line with halloween. however, under all that dark clothing and tough exterior was a boy with a soft heart and a love for family time and holiday traditions.

you and eddie had started dating toward the end of january this year, so the pair of you haven't experienced a christmas together. you aren't sure how big of a deal christmas is to him, but based on the decorations up at his trailer, he seems at least a little bit into the holiday. it's either him or wayne.

eddie had been waiting for you to come over all day and he knew you'd be here in mere minutes based on the phone call he got from you a little bit ago. as soon as he heard your car pull up, he was out of his bed and rushing to open the door.

"wait," you called when you shut the car door, "close your eyes. it's a surprise."

"oooo, i wonder what it is," eddie said teasingly as he listened to your footsteps approach until he felt your hand in his. "hmm, this feels familiar," he joked while feeling your hand as if that was the surprise you'd given him.

"eddie, stop," you spoke with a laugh, "that tickles."

he held your hand like he normally would and let you lead him to the couch after you shut the front door behind you both. then, he felt something land in his lap. "can i touch it?"

"yes, eddie. you can open your eyes too."

"it's a bag! i love bags!"

you swatted his arm playfully. "eddie," you whined, "look inside the bag."

"you're too easy to mess with," he commented before finally taking a look inside the bag. you watch him pull out the top of one set before looking in and seeing another one just like it. it's hard to keep your smile at bay.

"did you buy us cheesy matching pjs?" you can't tell by his tone if he was making fun of you or not.

"you don't like it," you stated more than asked before mentally cursing yourself. "i'm sorry. i can take them back. i've still got the recei-"

while you were talking, your eyes weren't on eddie. you were too embarrassed to look at him, so you didn't see how quickly he moved the bag off his lap and stood in front of you. he placed his hands on either side of your face to ensure your focus was on him.

"y/n, i love it. this is the sweetest, cutest thing in the world. i say we change into them right now," eddie told you honestly.

"really?" you inquired to double-check.

"yeah."

"i actually tried to find the darkest ones because i know how much you like your dark ominous clothes to match your dark ominous vibe, so i got those black ones with the tiny christmas trees on them," you explained, going over to the couch to grab the top he held earlier and hold it up for his examination.

"they're perfect, angel, and they're really soft too. i definitely won't be able to stop touching you when you've got these on."

you giggled. "you can't stop touching me anyway."

eddie scoffed dramatically. "can you blame me? you're smokin' hot."

remember to support writers & reblog :)

turn on notifications for @annab-library to be notified when i post something new or join the tag list here!

tag list: @fiction-is-life @jellyfishbeansontoast @daisyridleyss

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Bloody Sacrifices

Summary: Reader reminisces about how she ended up with Elvis

TW: Cheating, angst, I think that’s it!

A/N: I know I know, where tf has bee been? Under a rock, sorry for leaving so suddenly but that’s just the way things go, I really did try to get back into my groove, with little success. But between school, and getting married and work, I had no time or really the patience to let myself be creative. And then, Eureka! An idea struck and my drafted papers that had been waiting on me finally started to get finished. Again, really sorry for the cliffhangers and such!

-Signed, Bee💕

Mrs. Presley,

What a title. Sometimes, it’s hard to think of life without him. He’s not perfect, no man is, but he’s pretty damn close.

Often time, you find yourself thinking about how you got this far. Married, comfortable, committed, with a beautiful child and very little worries.

The day had been heavy, you hadn’t had the greatest time. The boy you swore your heart to decided that for your third anniversary, he would treat another beauty to the dinner you reserved. Under his name, like some fool.

When the attendants opened the doors, you passed under the threshold, heart swelling. Something made you so certain it would be the day; the day he’d get down on one knee with glassy eyes and a nervous tongue and fumble over those four little words that would change your life forever.

When you asked the hostess about your table, she was quick to inform you that, the table had already been sat. You thought, for a moment, that he had beat you here. This made you excited, thinking he was really taking the initiative. So you thanked the woman and made your way around the restaurant, searching for your dream boat.

It didn’t take you long to spot him, knowing that haircut just about anywhere. Actually, every minute detail, down to how his collar hugged his neck was logged in your brain. Up until this point, you had spent an unhealthy amount of time…studying, perfecting.

So you approached the table, carefully as to not give away how excited you really were. As you got closer, hoping to see him fidgeting with his tie in front of an empty seat, you could feel the butterflies churn in your stomach. As fate would have it, things don’t always go as planned. Not at all actually.

Instead, you found a pretty blonde woman with tears in her eyes adoring an exceptional rock, and that boy with his head held high, with a beaming smile, and chest puffed out. Made you sick.

To this day, you aren’t sure what really drove you to do what you did that night.

Maybe, it was the way you cleaned after him like a mother would a toddler, or the way he expected dinner on the table before he returned at five thirty or all hell broke loose. It might’ve even been having to keep everything spectacularly clean. Down to his damn underwear.

Whatever it was, the camels back was broken and there was no reason for you to hold face now. You kept the tears at bay, gracefully walking over, stopping in front of the lovely couple.

Wouldn’t you know. As soon as the man saw you he did start to fidget with that tie. That same damned tie you bought for his birthday. You’d never seen him wear it but you’d guessed that day was as good a time as any.

And her. When you really looked at her, you picked her apart in less than 20 seconds. Bottle blonde, not natural, lipstick that wasn’t her color, makeup that didn’t compliment her, the dress she wore did nothing for her figure. All the things he swore not to like, sat right in front of you. You couldn’t believe it.

With a painfully fake smile you looked between the two. You had let out a quick breath in preparation for what you were about to say. It was quick, and sweet, no malice detected.

“Engaged?”

That was it. That was all you had asked.

Withought missing a beat she nodded her head

“After two years, I wasn’t even expecting this! At a place this nice, on our anniversary too. He really is so thoughtful. And the ring, ugh—”

She continued to ramble, but all you could hear was “Two years” and “our anniversary”

She had no clue about you. None.

And, for two of the three years, this man had the wool pulled over your eyes. Fresh out of high school, You had been walking blindly behind him and never noticed.

At least that’s what you told yourself in the moment.

But, you did know. You just wanted to deny your ignorance in that moment. You couldn’t deny the late nights, foreign perfume, and lack of affection though. Not even if you wanted to.

Till the very end though, you kept face.

“How lovely, I hope… I—, wish you both the very best.”

The woman gave a quick false smile and said “thank you, but we are trying to celebrate.”

You nodded your head and returned the same smile. You timber spinning on your feet and gearing up to make a beeline for the door. You really couldn’t help yourself though. You threw your head over your shoulder,

“Just remember, he doesn’t like it when you leave the stains in his underwear. You’ll never get them out though, just burn them and buy a new pair!”

And with that, you were through the door. Though it was a small power move, the tears still flooded your vision. It hurt bad. There was a slight downpour, mimicking the feelings you harbored. With no car you had no choice but to keep walking.

The back of your feet were rubbed raw, skin broken and bleeding. The hairstyle you had chosen for that night and no doubt frizzy beyond repair through slight adjustments.

In your emotional haze, the grate on the sidewalk went unnoticed, the back of your heel payed the price. You stopped and removed the shoe, assessing the damage. This small inconvenience on any other day would’ve made you roll your eyes and let out a curse or two. This wasn’t a normal day.

You had broken character. An almost primal shriek left your chest. Something akin to that of a hurt animal. It wasn’t pretty, or poised. It was raw and unfiltered. The scream felt good, exhilarating.

Even with that nice release of emotion, you wanted to go home. You removed both shoes and chucked them as far as you could, sacrificing their beauty, and continuing on your journey back to your very warm and dry house.

A few minutes passed, you were about five minutes away when those headlights creeped up behind you.

You looked back, part of you hoping it was the fool you’d banked on. What he did was unforgivable, yes, but you had nothing else. As the car started to progress a little was past you, you tossed that hope through the window.

“Scuse’ me honey. Why’d ya throw your heels at me?”

You stopped, glaring over at the unidentified stranger,

A simple, “I didn’t,” was all he got out of you.

The car stopped all together. The sound of the door opening put you on edge. A man stopping at this time of night, to return a broken pair of heels? Yea, right. When he rounded his car with your shoes in hand and a smug look on his pretty…face. He looked you up and down and you did the same, wondering who-

Holy shit. Was all you could think. You had thrown your heels, your very broken heels at Elvis Presley.

“Now honey, I’m no shoe salesman, but I’d bet my bottom dollar, that these here fit those pretty little puppies just right. Save for your ankles of course—”

Your shoulders dropped and you held your hand out.

“Please, just give em’ here. Night’s been bad enough, Mr. Presley. I don’t need to be humiliated any further.”

The brunet let out a light chuckle,

“Wanna tell me your name?”

You let out a sigh,

“Y/n.”

“Call me Elvis. And I can see that it’s been a little rough. What happened, honey, date stood ya up?”

You shook your head and decided to humor him,

“No, I found my beau with a different beauty,”

His smile faltered and he parted his lips, no doubt to issue an apology. You continued before he got the chance,

“Which he proposed to…”

His mouth closed, face showing pity. The last part of your confessional came out barley above a whisper,

“On our anniversary.”

Elvis was too stunned to speak, he looked around as if to see if anyone else had heard what you just said. He was in utter disbelief, that someone could wilt a beautiful flower such as yourself.

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t meant to poke fun at you, just wanted a chance to ask you on a date.”

You could’ve sworn your ears were malfunctioning.

“I’m flattered, but no less than twenty minutes ago, I thought I was getting married. I don’t think it’s a good time—”

Elvis was quick to shake his head,

“No , no I meant to say it wasn’t appropriate. But at least let me drive you home.”

With nothing but tears to lose, you nodded your head and shuffled to the passenger side door, which he kindly opened for you.

The two-minute ride i was silent but not uncomfortable, the radio was at a low volume and the only time you spoke was to give directions.

When you arrived at your small home, you thanked Elvis for the ride. Before you could part, he handed you a slip with his number on it,

“Call when you’re ready for that date, honey.”

Hesitantly, you took the slip and made your way inside.

It was stuffed in a drawer somewhere as you fell into your stupor. For two weeks, you wallowed in self-pity. Fourteen days before you grew a pair. You rummaged though all your kitchen drawers looking for that slip.

It might have been foolish to assume Elvis would still be thinking about you after two weeks, but you still gave it a try.

Your hands trembled as you spun the rotary dial, carefully choosing every number that was on the paper. Receiver against your ear, chewing on your lip.

It rang three times before you’d slammed the phone back on its hook. It was a fruitless idea, there was just no way—

A ring stopped your negative thoughts, it rang twice before you picked it back up. Saying hello and waiting for a response.

“Y/n?” There was a pause. You didn’t know he’d given you his personal number.

“Uh, hello? Honey?…ya there?”

You shook of the surprise,

“Y—yes, uh, yes m’here”

Elvis wouldn’t be Elvis without pointing out the obvious

“So, you’re finally callin’ bout that date?”

You could practically hear the smile in his voice, and with a roll of your eyes, you said yes.

That date turned into ten years of love and a little bit of stress. He got you the prettiest ring, proposed at the prettiest dinner, and gave you the gift of your son.

For once, tears felt good on your face. When you look for reasons to stay with this perfectly imperfect man, you remember,

Those bloody sacrifices.

Taglist: @powerofelvis @rjmartin11 @re3kin

[jenyifer]

Thousand Autumns vol 2

8.5/10

The sell: Good boy sickly Daoist master Shen Qiao is going out into the world trying to do good. To live his life. However. The Demon sect leader Yan Wushi can’t leave him alone and is bringing his fave good boy to torment into the drama. Lots of political things but!!!! I really enjoyed how hilarious Shen Qiao just accepted everyone outside of him and Yan Wushi see them as a loving queer couple. I did laugh several times. But in private they are rivals making eachother grow. I enjoyed Bai Rong as a crazy hot bitch. And!!!! Of course we have the baby. 💕 my main problem with volume 2 is I feel like a lot of the book is going over my head and I am keeping notes as I do. Marking important scenes and when Yan Wushi shows up with his bullshit. But so many people…. So many sects… confusing brain small. Now I don’t want to spoil anything. But let me show you some of my fave bits out of context

Best shipping moment

Slay!!!!! Shen Qiao dropping a quote I love.

Okay you need to read this book for this tiny baby boy baby. Why is there not more fan art of Shen Qiao smiling with the baby. I need it. You need it.

💕💕💕

How much do I love this scene. Just proves why we love Shen Qiao good boy raising a baby 💕

[sinful-lanterns]

So we’ve got Empress and Pirate AUs for Genshin and Street Racer and Celebrity AU for HSR. I propose for PTN: University AU.

We got professor!Chief, TA Nigntingale, psych student chameleon, resident bad boy lesbian Zouya, Bai Yi who has an actual motorcycle and constantly makes fun of the people on vespas

You get the idea and probably know the characters better

Oooooooh, I would also like to add:

Business major Eirene, med students Iron, Anne and Uni who get almost no sleep at all, Chelsea the leader of a sorority (with Cabernet, Cassia, Ariel and Eirene as sorority sisters), Kelvin and Ignis who work at the campus cafe, Deren the film major, Dreya the astronomy major (who is also the reason the cafe is almost out of coffee), Mantis the environmental biologist major—

I can go on and on about College AUs because they’re just so fun to work with! These are just the ideas I had at the top of my head, so please feel free to send me more 💕