#did i rush the ending of a fic ive been thinking about and working on for months bc i simply don’t want to think about it anymore

[ginnsbaker]

fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (8/?)

Part summary: Leigh heads off to Palm Springs with Danny, while you grapple with what to do about your feelings for her.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader, temporary Leigh x Danny | Word count for this part: 5.000+ | Warnings : Slight angst | Author's Note: No, I did not forget about Danny still not being honest with Leigh and R not tattling on Danny. Just let these loose ends dangle for a while. Anyway, enjoy! :)

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The morning after you gave Leigh a puppy for her birthday, your phone is flooded with texts from her, filled with questions ranging from vaccine schedules to the best chew toys. She shares a story about how Rogue, their previous dog, had always been Matt’s, and how she often felt left out of his care. Now, with Logan, she feels a full sense of ownership and is eager to get everything right.

You still flinch slightly whenever she mentions her late husband. It’s as if she forgets that you and Matt had something significant too, as if you weren't once the secret he kept close. Sometimes, you wish you could just erase his presence, simplify everything about your relationship with Leigh. 

But you recognize that it’s selfish to wish him away, because Matt was a significant part of Leigh’s life, a major influence on who she has become. And who she is today is a lovely person—someone you've come to admire very deeply.

[6:20 AM] Leigh: Logan’s an angel, slept through the night.

[6:35 AM] Leigh: So, house training... how do I make sure Logan doesn’t turn my bed into his personal bathroom like he did five seconds ago?

You grimace at the message, picturing the hassle of laundering the sheets and possibly needing to call a cleaning service for the mattress.

[6:54 AM] Leigh: And shots? Rogue was all up to date because Matt was on it, but I’m clueless. Where do I start?

As you work your espresso machine, a grin spreads across your face, the kind that makes you feel like a complete fool but in the best possible way.

[6:56 AM] You: Good morning! You’re lucky I don’t bill for text consultations 😆

You typically charge $18 for a twenty-minute chat with a client.

[6:58 AM] Leigh: Oh. How much do I owe you? I want to pay.

Your smile falters a little at her missing your joke.

[6:58 AM] You: I was just kidding. Your texts are more than welcome, Leigh.

Feeling bold, you follow that up with something you've been wanting to make clear since last night.

[6:59 AM] You: This is what friends are for, right?

Waiting for Leigh’s reply feels like an eternity, and you're about to send another text to walk back your hint at friendship when your phone vibrates.

[7:00 AM] Leigh: I’d feel better paying. Can I drop by the clinic later?

Reading her message, you're hit with a rush—excited at the thought of seeing her, yet downhearted she's talking about paying, as if that's what's between you. But then, those little typing dots appear. You're practically holding your breath.

[7:00 AM] Leigh: We’re friends, which is why I’m paying.

It's a good thing you don't have a roommate, or else you'd never get away with grinning like an idiot at your phone. It's a bit ridiculous, you think, how high school this all feels—waiting for a glimpse, a moment, anything.

[7:01 AM] You: Absolutely, come by anytime. Looking forward to it 🙂

You hit send and lean back, trying to act like you didn't just have a mini celebration over a text. 

And then, spurred by Leigh texting you first thing in the morning, you decide to add her on your social media accounts. You spend an extra fifteen minutes getting ready that morning, simply because you lingered longer in the shower, listening to songs that remind you of Leigh and how this crush is dangerously close to becoming something uncontainable.

-

[10:13 AM] Notification: Leigh accepted your friend request.

-

As it turns out, Leigh is a serial texter. 

It’s odd, really. For someone who might come across as reclusive and somewhat untouchable, she is surprisingly talkative over text. The messages start coming in more frequently after this morning's exchange, just moments after you've finally left home to drive to your clinic. What's even more interesting is that this time, they're not about Logan.

And they’re all unusually random and unrelated to one another: memes that make you laugh out loud, articles on topics ranging from the philosophical implications of artificial intelligence to the best way to juicing recipes. You find yourself waiting for these messages, eager to see what tangent Leigh's mind has wandered off to now. You get into it, dissecting the articles she sends over with the seriousness of a scholar. You type back your thoughts, trying to sound as insightful as possible, maybe even a bit witty, hoping to impress her. You imagine this might be her way of initiating deeper, intellectual conversations between you two.

So, when you send back a paragraph or two analyzing the latest article she's shared, maybe touching on its impacts on modern society or offering a counterpoint to the author's thesis, Leigh's responses aren’t what you expect. Instead of engaging with the discussion, she sends a  simple thumbs-up emoji or, even more baffling, a random factoid about her day, like her opinion on the Kani salad from a sushi bar near the Beautiful Beast gym.

[12:15 PM] Leigh: [sent a photo] Just some store-bought crab sticks and diluted mayo. Don’t try it. Their saké though is 👌👌👌

You wonder why she’s having Japanese rice wine this early in the day.

[12:22 PM] You: Thanks for the heads up. I know a place for authentic Japanese food. You want to check it out with me some time?

Your text remains unseen for the rest of the afternoon.

-

You find yourself staring intently at the wall clock in your clinic, keenly aware of each minute slipping by, and with it, the dwindling chance of Leigh arriving before the doors lock for the day. As it nears 8 in the evening, Suzie is already wrapped up in her end-of-day tasks across the lobby. Leaning your cheek on your palm, you watch blankly as she meticulously arranges her desk, perfectly aligning each item, then moves on to gently pull the blinds closed on each window.

Suzie’s not blind. She throws you these knowing glances every time you let out one of your heavy sighs. Finally, after you've probably sighed loud enough to be heard next door, she stops what she's doing and plants herself in front of you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

You try to look puzzled. “Nothing. Why?”

Suzie rolls her eyes. “Please, you’ve been mooning over that clock and sighing like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. What’s up?”

You crack a smile, partly at her description, partly from being caught moping like a lovesick teenager. “It’s just… I thought maybe Leigh would come by. She said she would,” you say, wincing at yourself when the last part comes out a bit whiny. 

Without missing a beat, Suzie pivots from her closing duties and makes her way over to you. 

She’s not delicate with you this time. “You’re doing that thing again. Waiting around for something that’s probably not gonna happen. It’s not doing you any good.”

You know she's hitting the nail on the head, but it's tough to swallow.

Suzie continues, “You're young, you're attractive, and it's honestly weird that you're pining over your ex's ex. At first, I thought it was kind of adorable, in a bizarre, romantic-comedy kind of way. But now, it's like you're always hung up and disappointed.”

“Thanks for saying I’m young when I’m five years older than you,” you say with a sheepish smile, hiding your disappointment that she isn’t saying the things you want to hear, such as the possibility that Leigh just got busy.

Suzie shakes her head in disapproval. She's fed up, and her next words aren't going to be sugar-coated. “Snap out of it!” she barks, the command hitting you like a cold splash of water, and you jerk back in your chair, wide-eyed. Seeing you shrink back, quivering, she softens a bit and shifts back to the harmless receptionist you’re used to.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Suzie says, ensuring she has your full attention. You manage to meet her gaze, even though your eyelids feel heavy. “It's not fair to Leigh, either. You're giving meaning to everything she does—or doesn't do. It's putting her in an impossible situation. And honestly, it's not fair to you. You're missing out on your own life, waiting for someone who... well, who might never show up the way you want her to.”

Suzie knows she’s being tough, but sometimes love means being the friend who won’t let you settle for anything less than you deserve.

“I hear you, okay? It’s just… it’s the way I’m wired. I latch onto a person like a leech, refusing to let go until I see it through,” you mutter, shielding your face with your hands, a bit ashamed to even say it out loud. You get so tunnel-visioned, missing out on maybe better things and experiences because you're stuck on one track. You fall hard for your choices, never by chance.

“Good. You know what’s wrong with you,” Suzie says softly. 

You let out a weak chuckle, the sound tinged with a bit of self-mockery. You're half-hidden behind your hands, peeking out at Suzie as if she's got all the answers. Suzie pries your fingers away from your face and then pinches your cheek so hard, you start to whine a bit.

“Ow! What was that for?” you protest, rubbing your assaulted cheek.

“That's for being a pathetic little bitch.”

“Excuse me, I'm still the one signing your paychecks,” you shoot back, trying to sound offended but it’s hard to keep a straight face.

“Sure thing, boss,” she laughs, and you join in. 

“Okay, so what do you suggest I do then?” you ask as the last of your chuckles die down.

“Go on a date,” comes her swift response. “All that stuff they say about love finding you when you're not looking? Biggest lie ever.”

You look at her curiously, assessing her physical features. “W-With you?”

“Dude, no! Not with me!” Suzie exclaims, laughing nervously. “I mean, sure, I'd take you out if you weren't my boss, but I don't see that happening anytime soon unless you fire me.”

“Got it, got it,” you say, still chuckling. Suzie realizes too late that you were just teasing her and huffs. “Not with you. But seriously, go on a date? Just like that?”

“Yeah. Just meet someone.”

“You make it sound like it’s easy.”

“Because it is,” she says with a shrug. “Here. Give me your phone.”

-

Leigh doesn’t know what to do with the fact that you may or may not have feelings for her. 

So, she does what she does best: Pretend.

Leigh pretends you’re not EspressoEyes. In her mind, it could just be a coincidence, and you might not be the person who wrote to her advice column. Without any concrete evidence, she holds onto this notion, using it as a shield to fend off the uncertainties and doubts that would follow if she believed otherwise.

Leigh pretends because she needs your help to figure out how to care for Logan. Because maybe she wants to be friends. When you join her for a run, you don’t press for conversation, a rare companion who's not afraid of silence. Having you around feels like having Matt around, in a way that she's reminded of him when you talk about the same things you like, the same books you've read, and the same music you listen to. 

Leigh pretends it doesn’t bother her in case you are EspressoEyes. She’s no stranger to turning heads as she walks down the street, accustomed to the attention. There's a certain power in being desired, and Leigh revels in it. But the idea of you liking her doesn't quite make sense to her; it's like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. It’s not because you’re a woman—she’s been with women before. What Leigh can't wrap her head around is that you, of all people, could actually be into her. After all, she hasn’t exactly been her most charming self since you two met. Even her best friend is keeping a cautious distance. She’s been wearing down the people closest to her, those who are supposed to like her the most.

And this bewilderment doesn't sit well with Leigh. She is someone who thrives on understanding, on knowing where she stands with people and why. So, when pretending isn’t enough, she does what she does second-best: Avoid.

She must have been waiting in her car outside your clinic for the better part of the evening, debating with herself about what to do next. She's parked just out of view, positioned so she can see the clinic entrance without being too conspicuous. She hasn't eaten dinner yet, her stomach growling, but she remains glued to her spot across from where she knows you're waiting for her.

Ever since you subtly asked her out through text, she’s been on edge, second-guessing her actions (texting and sharing posts on the internet with you all morning, what was she thinking?) and wondering what they might have meant to you. Leigh didn’t mean to leave you hanging—she did come to your clinic, sort of. She remembers typing out a response to you, something witty and non-committal, but her finger hovered over the ‘send’ button before pulling back. It felt like too much, too soon. She needed time to think, to figure out why the idea of checking out authentic Japanese food with you left her feeling so conflicted inside.

Leigh's guilt gnaws at her as she sits there, wrestling with how to extricate herself without causing further confusion—or worse, hurt. Eventually, it all comes to a head. She finally gives in, typing out a message to you on her phone with a shaky urgency.

[7:53 PM] Leigh: I'm so sorry, something came up. I can't make it to the clinic after all.

Your reply comes quickly, much to her astonishment, especially since she hadn't opened your message all afternoon.

[7:54 PM] You: It's fine, don't worry about it. I can have Logan's supplies delivered to your place if that works better for you.

Reading your text, Leigh bites her lip, another surge of guilt washing over her. Your kindness, your willingness to accommodate her, only complicates this predicament further.

[7:54 PM] Leigh: Yes, that would be great, thank you.

[7:54 PM] Leigh: How much do I owe you?

As she starts nibbling at her cuticle, Leigh is eager to resolve at least the financial aspect of her obligation. Though she knows she owes you so much more than just Logan’s supplies.

[7:56 PM] You: Like I said, it's on the house. But just this time ☺️

It’s still too generous. But Leigh knows better than to argue further, concerned that insisting might hurt your feelings.

[7:56 PM] Leigh: Thank you. I won’t forget this.

[7:57 PM] You: 😊😊😊

Leigh sighs, remembering her promise that you could visit Logan anytime. She hopes you won’t take her up on that offer too soon, at least not until she has a chance to sort herself out.

-

Danny isn’t too bad once you get to know him. That's what Leigh learns after more than two months of dating him. 

Initially, Leigh wasn't sure what to make of Danny. Their shared wit and sarcasm often put them at odds, like two alphas vying for the upper hand, each one not willing to back down, always aiming for the last word. Yet, in their calmer moments, when the competitive edge fades and they're just enjoying each other's company, Leigh finds something unexpectedly comforting about being with him. He has this confidence about himself that Matt never had, knowing exactly what he wants—and that's her. His straightforward approach makes everything about being with him feel predictable. And lately, she's starting to see predictability as a good thing, a sign of stability. This is a welcome change from the uncertainty that often left her anxious about the future. Plus, all these traits spill over into the bedroom, making the sex between them feel effortless and satisfying in a way she’s never experienced before.

Despite all this, there are days when Leigh finds herself merely tolerating Danny's affections. A part of her remains tightly locked, still bruised from losing Matt, and she's not sure if those doors should—or even can—open again. To compensate, she often says yes when she can, whenever her mood permits her to be giving and amenable.

And it is exactly why she says yes when Danny asks her to go to Palm Springs with him this weekend. 

-

The getaway feels like an extended lazy morning where the concept of time blurs into insignificance. They drift from one hotel restaurant to another, luxuriating in the art of doing absolutely nothing. This routine isn't new to them; it’s the same one they slip into whether they’re at Danny’s apartment or Leigh’s place—only now, the scenery is different, and the sheets they tangle in are expensively soft, boasting a thread count far beyond anything either of them owns at home. 

They're lounging by the pool, sipping Margaritas—Leigh with a book in hand and Danny absorbed in his phone—when your name comes up in conversation.

“So, how are things between you and Y/N?” Danny asks, not looking up from his phone.

Leigh stiffens slightly. She carefully moderates her tone, her face schooled into an expression of indifference as she marks her page and looks over at him. “What about me and Y/N?”

“I don't know... are you guys friends now?”

If Leigh weren’t so preoccupied with her own personal concerns about you, she might have recognized the underlying worry his question poses. What he's actually trying to figure out is whether you've come clean to Leigh about his role in Matt’s secret affair with you.

“Yeah, I guess we are,” she says. To say otherwise would be a lie, because you’ve been nothing but good to her. Danny seems satisfied with this answer, nodding before returning his attention to his phone.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” he mumbles. He's back to mindless scrolling, but Leigh can sense the tension from two feet away. 

“No, tell me,” Leigh insists, placing her book on the side table between them with a definitive thud. Danny mirrors her actions, setting his phone face down and turning to her with a seriousness that clashes with their otherwise relaxed afternoon.

“I just don't get why you'd be friends with Matt's mistress,” he blurts out suddenly. 

Leigh is taken aback. They've never fully discussed what transpired between you and Matt, so she hadn't realized he was paying such close attention to her interactions with you. Believing that he wasn't privy to all the details, she quickly jumps to your defense.

“Y/N didn’t even know Matt was married to me,” she explains, trying to clarify the misunderstanding and protect your integrity.

“Yeah? And you just took her word for it?” Danny doesn’t bother to hide his skepticism, and it irks Leigh more than usual. She doesn't understand why every conversation with Danny has to turn into a challenge or an argument.

“There’s no evidence to suggest otherwise,” Leigh replies, her voice tightening as she struggles to keep her frustration in check. “I mean, I even went through your phone to see what Matt had been saying to you, and there was nothing there indicating that Y/N knew he was married.”

Danny feels a lump form in his throat. Fortunately for him, Matt hadn't mentioned anything in their texts about Danny being Nick either. He has been debating whether to disclose his role in everything to Leigh. But things between them have gotten serious, and Danny's not so sure he should come clean. Part of him wants to delay—perhaps until they are married with kids, when he's more certain that Leigh won't leave him over a past mistake.

“Look, I'm not saying don’t trust her, but... she used to be in love with Matt, right? You don't think there's a chance she resents you even a little?” 

Leigh stops for a second, Danny's words prompting her to consider aspects she hadn't really thought about before. Wrapped up in her own insecurities, jealousy, and pain when she discovered the truth about you, she had never stopped to consider your perspective—how you might have felt learning that the man you had feelings for was married. Did you feel just as fooled and stung as she did? The thought bounces around her head for a moment. From what she can recall, nothing in your behavior has ever suggested that you're a bitter ex. But then, what if you're just exceptionally good at masking your feelings?

Do you really like her, or is it all an act—a scheme?

But then, she remembers the night you gave her Logan, how your smile was nothing but warm, your eyes bright with something that, looking back, Leigh realizes might have been admiration. Not even Danny looks at her like that, whose gaze is always bridling yearning and a desire to possess. Leigh shakes her head, almost laughing at the thought of Danny being right about you.

“Danny, honestly,” Leigh finally says, trying to put an end to the discussion, “if what you're saying is true, I can handle it myself.” It seems the quickest way to close this topic, knowing that debating it could easily consume their entire afternoon and completely derail the purpose of their vacation.

“But doesn't it hurt, having her around? Like a reminder that Matt went for someone else?” He's playing on a different fear now, not questioning your integrity, but poking at the scars Leigh's tried so hard to heal. 

Leigh wants to admit the pain never went away. She’s merely learned to co-exist with it. It's like the weather for her: on some days, her mind is a landscape of clear skies, but when the storm hits, it's relentless. For now, she chooses to keep this pain private, unwilling to give anyone the leverage to use it against her or even attempt to fix her. It's her burden to bear, and hers alone.

“No,” Leigh answers, reaching for her book again. “I don’t see it that way anymore.”

- 

Leigh ends her nearly year-long social media hiatus by posting a series of photos from her Palm Springs vacation with Danny. Sharing such personal moments publicly is uncharacteristic for her, especially given her minimal online presence over the past months. Maybe it felt like sending a message to everyone that she’s doing okay. That they can go back to seeing her as just Leigh again—a single, actively dating woman in her early thirties—not as the young widow she was in her late twenties.

Danny's friends are the first to swarm the comments. They tag Danny, peppering the feed with teasing remarks, their comments ranging from jokes about the desert heat to compliments on the couple's sun-drenched physique. It's all typical, light-hearted friend banter, until one comment sharply disrupts the mood: 

“Yo, isn't that your brother's wife?”

Leigh deletes the comment within seconds of seeing it.

A few hours later, you ‘like’ her post. Leigh's eyes fix unblinkingly on the notification. She's been idly wondering if you'd seen the post, and now, you’ve confirmed it yourself. But what does that ‘like’ mean?

Is it a nod of approval, a silent indication that you're happy for her? Regardless of what it means, Leigh discovers she was sending another message—one that’s exclusively for you. It tells you that whether you're EspressoEyes, whether you harbor any feelings for her or not, it no longer matters.

She's with Danny now.

-

Returning from Palm Springs, Leigh feels different—like she’s turned a corner or something. She feels refreshed, and she wants to take on something, such as Drew’s grievances about her advice column. She picks one to start with, something about anniversary ideas, and she's got the perfect story for this.

It was one of those anniversaries with Matt, the kind that stands out from the rest of his surprises because it's so quintessentially him—albeit a little nerdy. He took her away from the city's glare to a secluded spot where the sky was a blanket of stars, untainted by artificial light. After laying out a rug for them to both settle on, he began the painstaking process of setting up a rather complex telescope. It took him nearly an hour, but the wait just made the moment even more special. With the telescope finally ready, Matt pulled out this old, crinkly constellation map and started hunting for one specific star. It was one of the last times Leigh remembered them being truly happy—deeply in love, free from the shadows of Matt’s depression, Leigh’s instinct to fix things, and the small lies that slowly eroded their relationship.

When he finally located it, he excitedly guided her to peer through the telescope. There it is—a tiny speck of light, but it's theirs. Matt turned to her with a bashful smile and revealed that he had 'bought' that star for her.

Leigh shares this story with her reader, emphasizing that it's about understanding what truly moves your partner. For her, it was that star—simple, unexpected, and insanely romantic. She tells her reader to find that one-of-a-kind thing, that personal touch that says “I love you” in a way that can only come from them. Just like Matt did with a star and a starry night.

It's only after she closes her laptop that Leigh realizes tears have been streaming down her face.

-

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

It takes a moment to recognize who you've just bumped into. This encounter isn't as jarring as the last; it’s merely a brush of shoulders as you both maneuver to avoid incoming traffic. That ‘incoming traffic’ turns out to be none other than Leigh Shaw.

She's beaming up at you, and it looks genuine despite the sparse interactions since she last canceled on you. You’re still catching your breath, your heart racing from the speed of your run and something else entirely.

“At least I didn’t make you crash on the pavement this time. I'd say that’s significant progress,” you quip, drawing a soft laugh from Leigh. Last week, you made the firm decision to compartmentalize your feelings for Leigh, resolving to see her strictly as a friend. Yet, when faced with reality, such resolutions seem trivial, particularly when that reality includes Leigh smiling at you with her effortlessly charming grin—a smile that, despite your best efforts, still sends a familiar flutter through your stomach and makes your knees feel like they're made of something much less solid than bone.

“Speaking of progress, Logan’s due for his vaccines this week, right?” You remember the schedule clearly, not just because you’re good with dates, but because Logan has become somewhat of a shared responsibility between the two of you—or at least that’s how you still see it.

“Oh, right. I promise I'll swing by. No bailing this time,” she says, chuckling, but there’s a serious undertone that tells you she’s committed to making good on her word this time.

“You better not,” you tease, “Can’t have Logan missing his shots. He’s still very young, and it’s critical we build up his protection against—”

“I won’t, Doctor,” Leigh cuts in, giving you a playful salute that makes you blush. “So, where are you off to after this? I was actually about to grab some donuts for breakfast—”

Leigh pauses mid-sentence as a woman appears at your side. She’s stunning—slightly taller than Leigh, clad in a sports bra and tight yoga pants, with sneakers on her feet. An absolute goddess; even Leigh can’t resist a quick, appreciative glance.

“Who's this?” the woman asks with a British accent, adding the perfect touch to her 5-foot-7 frame.

“This is Leigh,” you introduce quickly, noting the surprise in Leigh's expression. “Leigh, this is Sara.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Sara says warmly, extending her hand. Leigh shakes it, though her movements are somewhat mechanical. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Leigh’s smile is strained. “Nice to meet you, too.”

You quickly steer the topic back to Leigh's breakfast plan, asking where the donut place is. “It's just down that street,” Leigh points vaguely, but then stops short. Almost as an afterthought, she adds, “Actually, I just remembered I've got to pick up something from the laundromat.”

You frown, thrown by her sudden change of tune. “Are you sure? We could grab a bite after the run.”

“No, really, I should get going. Maybe next time!” Leigh replies hastily, already stepping back, her exit swift and decisive. As she hurries away, you're left there, watching her leave, trying to figure out what flipped her mood from happy to wanting to escape so quickly.

“Shall we?” Sara nudges you gently, already jogging in place. 

You give Sara a nod, but as you start running, you can't help but sneak one last look back. Leigh is quick to put distance between herself and the park. With a sigh, you turn your full attention back to Sara, who’s already picking up the pace, chatting about a new trail she wants to try next weekend.

“Let's go,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, as you push your legs to match her pace.

Meanwhile, Leigh walks briskly to a different restaurant, forsaking her initial craving for donuts. She can’t quite explain why she fabricated an errand; all she knows is that she needed to get away from you and Sara. Earlier, she couldn't help but notice how close Sara was standing to you, assessing you with a look that seemed a bit too interested. Leigh keeps turning over Sara's words in her mind, puzzling over what she meant by saying she'd heard a lot about her from you.

Why were you talking about her with Sara? Who exactly is Sara to you? Just a friend, or something more?

And what Leigh finds even more perplexing is why she's so troubled by needing to know the answers.

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YOU HAD BEEN TEXTING EVAN HOURS BEFORE HE WAS SUPPOSE TO GET OFF OF WORK, this was a normal thing.. you always did it just to make sure he was okay or, to see what mood he’d be in when he would return home, but he'd been quite busy the pass few days.

Well, today it seemed as if he was in a frustrated mood, he was hardly texting back, and when he did it was a little rude with maybe about two to three word response, you didn't take it to heart, you know you boyfriend has a hard job and need to be focused on that.

You stopped texting after he supply replied to your last message with a small 'K', you quickly cleaned the kitchen and living-room before he would arrive, not wanting to make anything worst then it already was.

You hummed into the shower as you felt the warm water falling onto your gorgeous melanin skin, before standing there daydream, which turned into sex-dreaming about Evan, these thoughts.

Parts of you were getting wet and not from the water, you quickly grabbed your wash towel and scrubbed your body with it, relaxing yourself more, just as your thoughts move to Evan again.

Ever senses you guys been dating, for about 5 months, all you can think about when your home alone is him, he was always on top of your mind, 'how is Evan feeling today,’,, ’did Evan leave the house happy or.. did I do something wrong?’ it was like being under a spell, a obsession spell.. he was something like, a toy you wanted as a kid and could never have but that wouldn't stop you.

You had him lock in as well, but in your mind you were still competing for his love, for some reason you couldn't understand, you wanted him to do everything to you, every little thought he had of you—you wanted him to do it.. even if it was risky.

You dried yourself off, as you stepped out the shower and pulled yourself to the mirror and looked at yourself, you let out a sigh as you felt yourself missing him even more, missing his touch, his sweet kissing all over your body, and his soft voice as he would say the most sweetest things and have you feeling like putty in his hands.

You quickly got pretty for him, finishing up your skincare routine, having all of your melanin glowing for him, and fixed your braids into a bun leaving the two front pieces out, you sunkiss skin glowing in the light of the bathroom as you quickly slipped on the lingerie dress.

That was finished, you ended up doing a little bit of bodycare, lotion up your legs, arms and shoulders making sure your body is all soft and smooth for him, before going back down to the kitchen in your bunny slippers, making a families famous lasagna with a side of corn and a biscuit while having your apron over your dress

As soon as you were done placing the noodles in the pot, you place the lid back on top of the pot and place the biscuits in the oven to heat them up as you quickly rushed back to your shared bedroom and got it spotless clean before he came.

And just as you finished—you were back in the kitchen,, and he was opening the door, you stayed near the oven, moving back and forward from the sink and there’re as he called out for you, "Y/N, doll where ya' at?"

You replied to him, "Hi baby, I'm in the kitchen just give me a second, Okay?"

He replied with a simple ‘Okay, love.’ as you took your stop back by the store and dump the corn into the empty small pot before turning the oven heater on; making the biscuits warm up a little faster.

Before you went it, Evan was in the kitchen breathing in your neck heavily, with his lustful eyes on you.

"Welcome back my love,.. I've been thinking of you all day." you said quietly as you turned your head and let your nose poke at the side of his face before licking him and, kissing his nose and cheek, as he rapped his arm around your waist wanting to you to be closer.

You smiled as Evan kissing your cheek down to your neck and rubbed around your hip making you relax more in his hands, finally giving him his sweet welcome home kisses, smooth, warming and heart felt kiss you'd given to him, he pulled you even closer, settling your core near his crotch, as your hands rested on his shoulders trying to keep yourself settled without feeling weak to your knees, just as he smashed his lips back onto yours once again.

Just after that kiss your hands were behind your back shorter then a second after, as he started to tie his belt he'd just took off to your wrist, locking them together and behind your back, you whined in pain and pleasure before looking back into his going dark eyes and squirmed around him as he quickly pushed you off and dropped his pants to the floor.

Leaving him with his socks and shirt, which he quickly token off shortly after he'd slid your panties to the side and smashed your ass against his crotch once again.

Before kissing you roughly.

"Ev-a~ Evan!" you moaned quietly as you felt his eyes on you and his cock slide through ur slit over and over, back and forward before his tip had gotten closer to touching your sensitive entrance before sinking down onto it causing you to gasp, and pant just a little.

"Cmon bunny, relax-mm.. I've been needing this all day..I couldn't stop thinking of-ah!" his thrusting were becoming a mess over you, but you were enjoying it the more, you arched your back laying your head on his shoulder as he thrusted more quickly as you moaned back a hum to him and let your cunt tighten about him.

"..Of coming home from work and having dinner with you and proceeding to shower-sex,, but angel is this better.. so much better nnhh~" his grip around ur arm pulling them back got tight, as you relaxed your hand to feeling on his lower chess, wanting him to relax and not overpower himself like he does a work.

"'m here now bear~ use me as you please-AaaAh~ I-mm~ I want you to feel better, and in relief sir!.. goddd-aanGh~" you whimper in a moan as you clench on to his cock more, not wanting it to remove from the spot it was at already, he chuckle in your ear before smiling into your neck and his thrust had gone faster and faster like the speed of a light.

He instead to tell you, "Be a good girl and don't you dare move your arms from behind your back.." You moaned as his words wanting and craving more and you clench more tightly to him again, as you breathing increasing you were panting again,

His hand fell to your breast which he quickly expose to the mid air around the house, rubbing on your perfect brown nipples before squeezing them and flicking his middle finger over your sensitive left nipple making you push back against him and back arch more.

You were looking up at the ceiling, babbling over and over, "Please.. Evannn~ bear my goodness.. Ahh~ I don't think--ngh~~!" He shushed you but you couldn't stop, drool coming from the edges of your mouth.

As you hand started to grip into his chess your nails digging hit and he groan from the pain and pleasure as you quickly moved your hand to massage the mark your nails left.

You let out a cry, and the tears formed in your eyes once one of his hands fell to your exposed clit, and started to place tight circles around your bud making you tense up, your body starting to twitch as you tried to get a look at his face.

"Don't worry darling,, just a little more and I'll have you back to making dinner and we'll do it again alrighty?"

You couldn't even answer all that came out was a moaning mixture of a cry as you felt the tears falling out of your eyes, you started to beg, "Please- I don't think I cannn~ ahh~ its to much.. mm!!.. N-nnahh~~ no no.. more.. m'no aAh~!"

Evan grabbed you face before planting a sweet heavenly kiss on your lips and small pecks around the dimples of your face and the side of your mouth and chin and neck before whispering to you, "Your gonna be a good girl,, and take the rest of my cock.. okay darling..,, just a little more then ill give you a break, I promise bunny.. I promise."

You took his word and melt under his touch as he started to feel your about in the tight fitting lingerie you were gifted about your last birthday, you sink into him, gripping onto his hips once and again as you started to help him thrust into you as you thrust back against him.

The sound of your ass clapping back him and and both of your skin slapping against each other over and over, you moaning and him groaning.

He kissing under your ear before biting it and releasing a breathless chuckle in your ear before kissing your lips once again.

The hand that was still on your boobs fell against your body and traveled to your hips and gripped it roughly causing your to whimper under his touch before turning your head to the side and kissing his shoulder as he kissed your wanting both of each other to calm down and stay relax for both of y'alls pleasure.

Evan's hand moved to your lower stomach and pushed down on it drawing a whine from the both of you, "Should have done this before,, good I miss you so much."

You apologized in a whine, pouting, "m'sorry so sorry.. s'sorry ah~ I should've-mm~!!" Evan kissed the guiltiness out of you as you eyes filled up with tears again, you've been need for Evan but he'd been so busy and you needed him to focus on work to keep a house over both of your heads.

You felt him push down onto your stomach even more and your eyes welled up even more at the pleasure in your belly and threatening to burst.. you were so close to cumming you just needed a little push.

That little push was Evan, both of his hands move to your hips and gripped onto it using his ring-finger and middle to push down on your tummy adding more pressure to your body as you gotten all shaken up and legs started to shake and cunt twitch against his dick causing him to let out a loud groan in your ear,

Just as you clenched completely onto him, grip from your hands on his chess tighten and your head threw back against his shoulder, sight blurry as hell and you see the light from above shining on you and him, and your moan flew open and a loud moan calling out from it.

You came hard on his dick just as he kissing you shoulder and mumbled, "Such a good bunny girl.. my little angel.. done so good for me,, let me finish okay darling.."

You couldn't even answer, all of these pet names making you gust more over his dick, before him thrusting into you again causing you to twitch more and more and release more all over his member before he let out a moan and pulled out cumming all over your back, before scooping it with a nail and rubbing it against your slit and around your madly sensitive lil bud before kissing your now sweaty brown melanin skin, "Evan!"

You yelled at him, "Now I have to Bathe again!"

"That's fine angel, you'll just bathe with me.." he calms you down with small kisses upon your shoulders and up to the side of your neck and under your ear.

SORRY IT WAS POSTED LATE IVE BEEN BUSY.

ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

[fionajames]

Hiiiiii!!!! I haven’t requested in a hot minute! Anyway, what’s up how’s life?

Request: okay, so I read a fic about this made up mission where Torrent Company was on, they jumped out a high window and Rex and a few others were badly injured and put into a coma or something. Is it possible for me to ask if you could write a little something similar where there’s a dangerous mission and Cody is super worried about Rex because he comes home all broken and barley conscious and it’s like Rex wakes up and is kinda like “why am I here, Cody I’m fine. It’s just six broken ribs, a concussion, and a broken femur” and Cody is all like “Rex, I order you to stay down.” ???

Okay, wow that was long, but is it possible if you could write something similar to it? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?

Thank you so much!!!! Love ur work ❤️-Sha 🫡

hi sha! thats ok! lifes pretty.... bad? its pretty egh. sorry this took me so long to do, ive been busy :(

sorry if any medical info in this is incorrect! im not a doctor. ive never taken a medical course. im a silly child writing fanfiction.

Rex didn’t remember much from the actually battle, which wasn’t surprising. He remembered the explosion of pain that had filled his body after the building he was in had collapsed, but not much else. He, however, did remember waking up on the Medbay, medics around him rushing to aid him. Kix was beside him, shouting something at someone else, but Rex couldn’t understand what. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing. 

“Kix?” He managed to croak, and the medic turned to him with a horrified and worried expression.

“It’s gonna be fine, Rex, you’re going to be fine,” Kix told him quickly, and although his words were muffled, Rex could still understand him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Put him under a general anaesthetic!”

Rex wasn’t sure why he required a general anaesthetic like Kix had said, but he didn’t have any more time to think when a needle was inserted into his arm.

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The next day, Rex was calmly sitting on the Medbay cot, drinking a glass of water. They’d done something to his ribs - he wasn’t sure what, he didn’t want to know - but couldn’t give him a compression wrap as it came with the risk of restricted breathing or even partial lung collapse.

He’d broken a femur as well - that hurt like hell - and had a concussion. The concussion was a numbing, aching throb that he despised. Never again, did he want a concussion.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Cody, with a rather irritated look on his face. “Rex!” He shouted angrily, strolling to stand next to his brother. “I told you to get out of that building, and look where you ended up!” 

Rex glanced around in confusion, then at himself. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?!” Cody shouted in exasperation, running a hand down his face. Maker, he thought. Skywalker must be rubbing off on him! Well, at least he’s not as bad as General Kenobi. Obi-Wan had returned back to base a few months ago with six broken ribs, a broken arm, broken leg, concussion and wrist fracture. “Look at yourself!”

Rex did as he was told, but still remained confused. “Cody, seriously, I’m fine!” He scoffed. “It’s only three broken ribs, a concussion and a broken femur! That’s not bad!”

Cody looked like he either wanted to punch Rex in the face, or cry.

“You damn fool!” He shouted, sinking to sit on the cot next to his brother, face in his hands. “Rex, you idiot. You could have died!” 

“But I didn’t,” Rex grinned playfully and Cody choked out a frustrated sob. 

“Rex,” he sighed. “Your going to be the death of me.”

“Not if I’m dead first.”

“Don’t say that!” 

“Fine, Cody.”

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!! requests pleasE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review IV

It has been a really weird week this week. One of those weeks where you don’t feel right but you’re not unwell, but you know you’re not yourself. That’s been me the entire week. As a result, I didn’t read or really do much - but I’m hoping this long weekend will get me out of my funk and back to some sense of normality - whatever that is these days lol 🙃

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Sick Day (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Plans for Gold Rush: I recently had a re-read and got to have a really good conversation with @gnpwdrnwhiskey about Charlotte and Joel this week, and it really made me realize how much I miss them. So, my plan is to go back and have a good edit of what’s posted - (both my writing and editing style have changed and Gold Rush is wordy in places it has no business being). Going to take the next week or so to do that and get back to the story that brought me to this community and even if it’s me and three other people reading it, I don’t mind - because I love these characters and want to see it through ❤️ 

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading I think I’m up to chapter six on this now, as of this week, complete fanfic! It’s a cute read of Frankie enrolling his daughter into Readers school and two having a magnetic back and forth that they can’t act upon until Frankie’s daughter is no longer in Readers class (boo school rules) and I can’t wait to see what happens when they’re finally able to be together! 

The Layover by @goodwithcheese How are we all doing? Have we all recovered from this chapter? Are we prepared for the epilogue that’s coming? This story has been a joy to read and I will honestly be revisiting this one with a permanent place on my fanfics to recommend list! 🙌

Talk Tonight  by @darkroastjoel Joel Miller. Delayed flight. One night in Paris. Did I mention Joel Miller and one night in Paris? This was a delight to get stuck into the opening chapter this week and I’m a suck for an OC. I’m really excited to see how the night plays out for Camila and Joel on the backdrop of Paris.

Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck Another series that had its last chapter this week and an epilogue on the way. This has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com and another that will be a re-read in the near future. I had an inkling of how this last chapter would play out, but rather than be predictable it keeps you on your toes to a very toe-curlingly sweet ending that will make you want to hug the screen.

Hungry Hearts | Independence Day by @atinylittlepain This is another that will always be on my permanent fanfic recommendation list. Things are reaching a peak between Cherry and Joel and I can't wait to see how things are going to come to heads between the two in the present day.

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 4 by @rhoorl Just realized I keep thinking this is chapter three and it’s chapter 4 (told you it’s one of those weeks 🤦🏻‍♀️) - anyway, another delight of a chapter from Jess and there’s so much to unpack here with the residents of Mulefall Court - so do yourself a favour and go take a read… or two! 

Supply & Demand by @wildemaven Between this fanfic, @rhoorl’s portrayal of Benny and the influx of Garrett Hedlund posts on my feed this week - I think I’m slowly being converted to the Benny side! This is a truly sweet one-shot that I don’t want to get too into here as it deserves a read to find out yourself how it plays out and how endearing Heidi’s Benny really is. Because even if you’re not a fan, you’re going to want to read more of him! Trust me 🥰

20/20 by @ladamedusoif This popped up on my feed this week and it’s always an instant re-read when it does as it has a place on my favourites list! Joel needs to get his eyes tested and the man needs glasses. However, he really doesn’t want them.

Fics I’m Looking Forward to Reading... My TBR List is still a work in progress, will share it when it’s done 💕

These two I was hoping to get stuck into this week, but mental headspace got away with me and wanted to make sure I gave them the attention they deserve because peep the premises for both! 🙌

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif Okay, so it’s a Blacksmith Din AU set some time after the Irish Rebellion of 1798 - the creativity in this synopsis alone is enough to have me mentally carving out some time this weekend to devour the first chapter.

Let’s Call this a Win Win by @jomiddlemarch Joel. OFC. No Outbreak AU. Sarah and Ellie at summer camp. Sign me up! Joel is dropping Sarah off at summer camp where he meets camp nurse Meghan. Did I mention that Joel is going to be working maintenance there too? I cannot wait to give this one the attention it deserves and find out what happens! 

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

Pedro living his best life at a Beyoncé concert this week and everyone living for the pure joy of it. 

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Marry Me - I am a sucker for a rom-com, and I’m a sucker for a JLo rom-com. Throw in Owen Wilson with a batshit plot line that is absolutely unbelievable and you can just shut up and take my money (which Apple did because I bought it)

Something from Tiffany’s - this was on paper a ‘meh’ kinda concept, but I’m glad I gave it a chance as I adored every second of it and now have all the feels and ideas for seasonal one-shots and mini-series that are way above my ability to pull off lol

Discussing WIP’s and OC’s - got to indulge with both this week with some awesome mutuals about not only my own, but theirs too! It's always oo much fun hearing other people’s thought processes and bouncing ideas around. Highly recommend it!

This Week’s Song…

What's a rom-com without a good pop song? This was the bop of the week as I made my way through the week.

Hope everyone had a great week! Let me know if you have any good fanfic recs or your own lists to share! 💕 xx

[spiced-wine-fic]

Throwback Thursday

(Sorry it’s Friday, but work is very busy).

Thank you so much @sallysavestheday 🤗

So, two fic endings here. 

Dark Prince was first posted in September 2007 on LOTRFF.com and November 09 on AO3. 

Magnificat of the Damned Book IV: Anvil was completed in February 2019. 

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Dark Prince: Chapter 72. The Chosen. 

Vanimórë held out his hand.

"This is not for either of us I think, but it cannot be in my keeping." He leaned forward and kissed Glorfindel on the mouth, and turned away.

It did not burn him although his fingers quivered and tingled about it. He knew what the Silmarilli were, what was within them, and it was far more than the Light of the Trees.

Glorfindel turned, and Fos Almir was there.

Another rebirth and the greatest.

His body became white flame, the sound of his cry was torn away and through it the Silmaril pulsed like heart, a spirit.

He walked out of Fos Almir like the sun, and the jewel was a star in his hand. He saw Middle-earth in all its splendour, Aman in its aloof purity. He saw everything, felt every soul, save for those judged by Námo, cast out as dross upon a slag-heap.

He said, “Let there be Light in the Eternal Dark!”

He lofted the Silmaril and hurled it. Like a comet it traced a path through the skies and then hung there. Darkness opened about it, a nothingness that spread as if it would devour the jewel, feed on its light and all other light until it covered the whole world. The Void, the Everlasting Dark. But the Silmaril flared against it, shone into the place where the condemned were held.

And it was answered.

There was green, gold. There was light, after so long, when all he had been was a houseless flame which refused to go out, to be eaten by the Night.

The spirit was aware of weight, of flesh, of solidity forming around the soul. He felt air rush into lungs which began to inflate and deflate, felt his heart begin to beat. He staggered, regained his balance. Long hair fell like water against his back.

He went down on his knees again, just breathing, seeing each mote of sand below him, feeling its granular texture. The wild scent of brine was in the air. With a powerful surge and bunch of sinew, he forced this new body to its feet. For a moment the weight disoriented him, and then his soul forged with it as hand into a glove.

Fëanor raised his head.

OooOooO

Magnificat of the Damned. Book IV: Anvil. Chapter 33. 

~ His eyes narrowed. He drew a harsh breath that felt like ice in his lungs. ‘Melkor. It is Melkor,’ he shouted. 

Melkor, in the shape of Ancalagon, possessing the dragon, pouring his spirit into it. Get away from thee, did he, Eru? Or didst thou let him go?

Vanimórë.

He felt himself held immobile by Eru’s will and, in fury, lashed back. All the terror he felt for the Elves he loved, the rage at Eru’s interference, went into one appalling and violent mental slam that ripped agony through a mind still scored raw.

Eru’s presence reeled back in shock and pain, and Vanimórë wrenched himself from that suddenly lax mind-hold, his world limned in one bright blaze of pain.

Fëanor was looking at him. Looking directly at him, and then his eyes flicked to the approaching darkness coming out of the North. They widened.

Fëanor, Vanimórë pleaded, No.

But it was all there, the madness of grief that had brought him to an end in his first life. And the brightest of stars could detonate into supernovas.

The brightest of stars...

A supernova.

And to do what he was about to do, Fëanor had to release his hold. The skeins of light snapped and recoiled into him as he gathered himself.

Oh, Fëanor.

He ascended like a white sun, his sons following him.

Keep them back, Vanimórë. His voice was quite calm.

He dropped his sword, pulled off his helm, let them fall like a statement of intent. They were of no use to him. Raven hair rayed about his fierce, diamond-beautiful face.

‘Father.’ Maglor cried, his voice striking the aether like thunder, and Vanimórë, his heart breaking and a cold fury filling up the cracks, caught the Fëanorions in an iron fist of will. He thought he would weep as they raged and fought against him. But he did not let them go.

Ancalagon’s wingspan dwarfed the skies, midnight shadow racing under them, his jaws open to a cavern of fire. Fëanor poised for a moment, then he moved. Faster, faster, a shooting star but, unlike a shooting star, did not burn out; his brilliance raged greater and greater. Against Ancalagon’s immensity, he was tiny, a firefly to an eagle, but bright as a hole opened to an infinity of Light, a declaration of Life set against that which would devour Life.

In those last moments, Vanimórë read Fëanor’s mind clearly. There was love there, and absolute defiance, hatred like reforged iron for the one who had slain his father, his brother, tortured his son, warred with and slaughtered his people over centuries. He loathed Melkor, but there was little of selfishness there, of self; the theft of the Silmarils did not even brush his thoughts.

Ancalagon’s stretched jaws would have inhaled a warship of old Númenor like a fly and behind them, in the fire chambers, laval flame built and built, red as shed blood, smoke curling around the gigantic fence of teeth. Melkor, riding Ancalagon’s will, was coming for the Silmaril incarnate, the one being in all of Arda he had wanted to possess, to swallow, to make his.

And Fëanor, with all his fire, all his will, hit the dragon like a meteor.

OooOooO

I don’t know who’s done this as it’s Friday now, but tagging @auntieaugury @minquelie @nuredhel @naryaflame @pinksiamese @lucifers-cuvette @cuarthol @gellalaer @crowandmoonwriting @cycas @jane-ways @geneeste @nocompromise-noregrets @swanfloatieknight @sauroff @g-m-kaye @erynalasse @grundyscribbling @thenookienostradamus @blue-istari-stars-of-the-south @gardensofthemoon @elfscribe @zhie @polutrope And anyone else who fancies doing it. :)

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

i actually appreciate the longer drama eps tho because i HATE things that are too long (read: one piece)

IT IS WHAT IT IS...WHAT A GREAT PHILOSOPHY

do you know the anon that broke up with you??? i just read it and it feels like im watching the start of a romcom LMAO (omg who broke up with me? my middle school 'bf'?? my childhood best friend?? and the break up message allows us to start talking to each other again?? and we end up dating???)

girl i gave up too. they're either hiding in plain site or there are no doms left ☹️

NOOO DONT STRESS ABOUT IT!! and being a vain psycho is okay cuz like i would be more worried if you were just. normal. what kind of normal person is on tumblr anyways LMFAO (this is my attempt at comforting you im sorry im so bad with words)

UM. FINALS WAS...........

my teachers didnt grade assignments until the last minute, and then asked to discuss those assignments with me but i was like. on vacation. in another timezone. and then they wouldn't return my calls because like, yeah, why would they, but it's literally vacation time. if you're gonna call me at least respond??? whatever though, it's not like finals don't give me trauma that will take years to unpack amiright 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

THE JIHOON FIC AND JOSHUA ABO FIC SNIPPETS ARE AMAZING im actually so excited for it omgbrieiswritingmyfavoritewriterWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

as for the mingyu proposal it was a little rushed imo BUT IT WAS STILL MAGICAL AF... HONESTLY IF THEY LOVED EACH OTHER THAT MUCH I CAN TOTALLY SEE WHY THAT PROPOSAL WOULD HAPPEN, SO CARRY ON

im SO sorry for not interacting at all 😭😭😭 christmas break has been kind of a doozy....HOW WAS UR BREAK THO??

-HAPPY NEW YEAR from your favorite 🫨 anon (right)...

GASP AT THE ONE PIECE HATE (read: i also don’t like it)

I do know who it was! And it will not be so easy to escape me 😈 it’s okay though i think we kind of worked it out? I’m not super attentive these days with friendships (as i’m sure we are all aware) so it’s on me and it is what it is and i will not let that friend go sooo :)

I WISH THE BDSM WEBSITE WOULD LAUNCH THAT LIKE DATING APP THING THEYVE BASICALLY BEEN ADVERTISING MAYBE DOING FOR SEVEN YEARS LIKE HELLO PLEASE

Thank you! I have decided to embrace my vain psychoness and honestly it’s okay because i don’t come off as vain most of the time so it’s not really harmful (you are great at comforting)

THAT SOUNDS HORRIFIC??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO YOU??? DID YOU AT LEAST GET A GOOD GRADE??

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE SNIPPETS BUT LOWKEY IVE REALIZED IM RUNNING OUT OF SNIPPETS TO GIVE CAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE IS WAY TOO TELLING HAHAH BUT IM CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING THAT YOU ARE LIKING THE JIHOON SNIPPETS THAT FICS IS GONNA BE FOR YOU AND JIHOON FIC RECS ANON ONLY

😭😭😭😭

THATS OKAY I WASNT AROUND MUCH EITHER

Break was good, i basically did nothing but watch tv shows and i’m back into doctor who and percy jackson with a FURY again (read: my hunger games fixation is finally over 🎉)

What did you do for break?

[house-of-galathynius]

Dawn

Rowaelin Month, Day 5: A Trip to the Hospital @rowaelinscourt 

Words: 2.1k

I promise that nothing bad will happen to either of them in any of the Rowaelin month fics... I’ll actually be nice for once! 

Warnings: None

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Aelin should have been used to the constant stream of injured people, the cries of pain and the sobs of family members. She should have been used to the long days and nights working non-stop to try and help as many people as she could… but there was something about today. 

It was her third night shift in a row and she was running on coffee, canteen food and about five hours sleep. She hadn’t even managed to get home at the end of her previous shift, instead crawling into the beds reserved for the doctors working in A&E. 

Before she had found sleep she had sent a text to Rowan telling him she would be at the hospital and she’d see him tomorrow. He’d responded with an I love you, be safe and she had promptly fallen asleep. It had felt like mere minutes when she was rudely awoken by the alarm on her phone and then another doctor telling her to turn that shit off. 

Four hours later it was coming onto two o’clock in the morning and she was frantically chugging an energy drink and giving herself a breather as the first lull of the evening came and she was finally able to take a breath. 

“You look like death, Galathynius.” One of the nurses chuckled as they took their seat at the computer. 

Aelin grinned. “Nothing like three night shifts in a row. I think my body is ninety percent coffee and vending machine chocolate at this point.” 

The nurse laughed and shook their head. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have three people about to arrive in ambulances. Car accident.” 

Aelin groaned. She loved her job, she really did. But there were times when she wished she had chosen the GP route— sitting in an office all day just seeing to old people and babies all day. 

“How bad?’ 

The nurse scanned the screen and made a face that indicated it was bad. Bad enough that two of the doctors who were on-call came sauntering in and paused beside her. 

“Three patients. Two male, one female. Looks like a head on collision— two patients in relatively stable conditions, the third is touch and go. I’ve called surgery to prep a room in case.” They all nodded and Aelin felt her heart sink. 

There was a commotion behind them and Aelin turned to see the drunk woman who she had just managed to calm down, trying to rip the IV from her arm and stumble about her bed, knocking over a chair and then cursing loudly. Aelin rolled her eyes and went over to her. 

“Mrs Hartly—“ Aelin gripped her arm and lifted the woman up, taking her weight. “I need you to get back into bed. The medication needs some time to work. I promise you can go home soon.”  She said gently. 

“I—“ Mrs Hartly slurred, “I need,” she coughed loudly and held a hand to her mouth as Aelin managed to anticipate the vomit that was about to come out— grabbing a bowl in the nick of time. 

“Let’s get you back into bed.” 

As she helped her patient into bed, there was a rush of feet and shouting behind her and she managed to catch site of three gurneys being wheeled in, one of them going straight through to the main hospital, the second and third being taken into the spare spot in the corner and the curtain promptly closed. She needed to get over to them. 

“You have very pretty eyes, did ya know that?” Mrs Hartley said. 

Aelin half smiled and continued to re-do the IV. “Thank you.” 

“I bet you have,” a hiccup, “aaall the boys chasin’ after you.”

Aelin didn’t reply as she checked over her vitals one last time. 

“Do ya have someone waiting for ya?” 

She sighed, “I have a husband.” 

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be settlin’ down. When I was—“ Mrs Hartly’s head went into the bowl and Aelin just rubbed circles on her back as she got it out. Her attention going to the corner bed where the excitement was. When the patient was finally finished and was half asleep in the bed, she closed the curtain part the way and went over to the nurses station to get an update. 

The nurse from earlier was scribbling away on a notepad and when she noticed Aelin, her eyes went wide. 

“Aelin.” 

She responded with a smile. “Do they need help?” 

“Actually…” The nurse swallowed. 

Aelin was losing patience. It was late, she was tired and she didn’t have time for nurses who didn’t know what they were doing. She had always prided herself on being the kind and understanding doctor, but right now she needed something interesting and challenging to ensure she didn’t just sit down and fall asleep against a wall. 

“What is it? I don’t really have time—“ 

“It’s your husband.” 

Aelin froze. 

“We just got confirmation of the identities.” 

Aelin’s heart sped up and she could feel the room begin to spin. “Where is he?” 

The nurse handed Aelin the chart. “He’s been taken to the operating theatre. They suspect internal bleeding and some broken bones. He regained consciousness for a moment in the ambulance,” 

“Can they manage without me?” Aelin said sternly, gesturing to the corner where the other two patients were being seen to. 

The nurse nodded. 

“Which operating room?” 

“Three. They told me not to let you go in…” 

Aelin laughed hollowly, “they can go to hell.” 

She ran through the doors into the hospital and followed the signs down to the operating theatres. Everything was quiet as she raced through the white, sterile halls. No one stopped her as she rammed through doors and finally came to an abrupt halt as the double doors to the operating room were before her.

“Aelin they’re doing what they can.” 

Vaughan stood before her, his large frame almost as tall as the doors. His arms were crossed across his chest and his face was harsh as he prevented her from moving further into the room. 

“I can help.” She said breathlessly. 

“You have vomit down your scrubs, you’re in shock and haven’t slept properly in three days. You’d be more of a hindrance in there.” 

She hadn’t noticed the vomit. “I need to do something. That’s my husband. I can’t just sit here.” Her words slightly choked. 

Vaughan seemed to ease his posture. “You can find a room and get it ready for when he’s out of theatre. And wait in there until it’s done.” 

Aelin tried to get a glance into the operating room, even as Vaughan ushered her back down the corridor and onto the ward. They walked in silence even though Aelin could swear her heart was beating loud enough to wake all the patients. Vaughan merely held his hand on her shoulder in an act of kindness and then walked away. 

She was left to find the only empty private room that was left and she busied herself preparing it for when Rowan would arrive. She must have made the bed and then remade it several times, shooing away anyone who tried to come in and help. When she had exhausted herself doing that, she turned to checking the machines and then to pacing by the window. 

She eventually curled herself into a chair and watched as the sun begun to turn the sky into the early morning purple hues, the stars blinking out one by one. Her stomach was doing flips as the time went on. No one seemed to come in to check on her… and no news was better than bad news. 

It wasn’t much longer until her eyes went droopy and her head fell into her arms. The hum of the machines lulling her into a sleep. 

“Aelin?” The soft voice spoke quietly beside her, a hand going to her shoulder to lightly wake her. “Aelin, you need to wake up.” 

Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a few times, unsure of exactly where she was. The room was lighter now, the fluorescent bulbs shining harshly down on them and the sun high in the sky. She looked around the room quickly and then jolted from the chair. It only took her a moment to see the figure in the bed, and then only a moment after that to realise he was awake and smiling at her. 

“Rowan,” she breathed out.

“Hey.” He replied, his own voice raspy.

She tried to contain the sob that was creeping up on her. Even as he held out his hand to her and let her climb onto the bed next to him. 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” He whispered whilst placing a kiss on her head. 

“You are never allowed to drive again.” She cried out, tears escaping as she held onto him and buried her head in the crook of his arm. “How are you feeling?”

Rowan laughed lightly and then winced. Aelin immediately withdrew her head and then examined him, noticing the scratches on his face and the cast on his other arm. 

“I’m okay. It wasn’t as bad as they thought.” 

“I don’t— what were you doing out?”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I was coming to you. I was bringing you proper food.” 

Aelin wanted to hit him. But she refrained due to the fact he was in a hospital bed. 

“You work so hard and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I guess I was just too tired and lost control of the car.” 

Aelin wanted to be annoyed, but he had her best interests at heart. So she squeezed his hand and said, “I promise that I will eat properly if it means you never get in a car at night again.” She half laughed. 

“You worry too much. I’m really fine.” 

She gave him an incredulous look, but relaxed a little. “Did they tell you what was wrong?” 

He nodded. “A few broken bones, they thought I had some internal bleeding but turns out I just passed out because of shock.” 

She pressed her head into his arm again and shook it lightly. “Jesus, Ro.”

“I’m fine. I’m still here, aren’t I?” 

She huffed. “They made it sound like you weren’t going to make it. Half of me was sure Vaughan was just distracting me until he could confirm the bad news.” 

Rowan laughed again, “they know what you’re like.” 

“I am only like this when it comes to you.” Her face dropped and she cleared her throat. “I don’t know what I would have done if—“ she couldn’t even finish the sentence. 

Rowan stroked a hand down her hair. “I’m right here, Fireheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He promised. 

“I want to go first. Okay?” She asked seriously. 

Rowan nodded, a smile breaking out. “When the time comes, we can go together. How about that?”

Aelin shook her head and moved away. “I’m being deadly serious. I cannot live in this world without you.” 

Rowan smiled gently. “I’m being serious too.” 

Aelin gave him a look. 

“I promise you, Aelin, that I will let you go before I do. Even though the thought of it fills me with utter despair.” 

She met his gaze and then wiped a tear from her face. “I love you, Rowan. More than anything in this entire world. You are literally my everything and I am begging you to take care of yourself.”

Rowan’s face softened and wrapped his arm around her. “I love you, too. I’m sorry I scared you.” He left a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry.” 

“I can’t lose you.” She whispered. 

“I know. You won’t. I’ll be here until we’re old and grey and we’re sitting on our porch complaining about the youth of the day” 

She laughed, the weight of worry lifting from her slightly more. “Our children will be telling us off as we do.” 

Rowan kissed her again and she gently lowered herself further into his embrace. “They’ll be so embarrassed of us.” 

Aelin laughed. “Exactly how I plan it to be.” 

They fell into silence and Aelin was more than grateful to feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth in his body. She couldn’t bare to part from him, even as a new doctor came in to do some checks and informed them that he would be fine to go home tomorrow. 

And even as they both fell in and out of sleep, their hands remained entwined and Aelin’s head tucked into the crook of his neck. There was nowhere else she would rather be than in the arms of the man she loved. She would relish this feeling for her entire life and be thankful to whatever Gods were out there, that they had protected her soulmate— granting her the time she so desperately wanted with him. 

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[mylovley]

Honey cake

707 x reader

WARNING: mentions of ed, angsty/afterfluff, hurt

If you havent played 707s route in mystic messenger this might be confusing. But basicly this is when he ends up coming to your house to protect you but treats you like shit. (unlike my bakugou fanfic this one turns out good lol)

ENJOY<3333

Its been two days since seven came over to your house. He wont speak to you and if he does its being rude to you somehow. It hurt.

He was being so cold, and no matter what you did to make him look at you or even smile for once it never worked.

You just smiled it off, trying to be positive for him but in reality, it really hurt you.

You began to stop eating, the feelings of neglect from someone whom you really like swelling into something deeper. You felt horrible. You just wanted him to love you like you loved him.

So, you had gotten what you thought was the best idea ever. You would make him a honey cake, to represent his favorite honey budda chips.

After hours in the kitchen, you had finally gotten the cake ready, as you put a honey drissle over the top of the cake all you could think about was his eyes that resembled the honey. you step back and observe your handy work. "hmm, it needs something" you think when you get an idea "Honey budda chips!" you excitedly say as you quickly wright it down on your notepad, as you scatter over to the room seven is in.

"hey seven!" you say smiling

"what." he replys coldly

"Um, I was wondering if I could borrow like a handfull of honey budda chips?"

he rolls his eyes "Get your own damn chips"

You swallow the slight hurt down "um well, please?"

"cant you just leave me alone?!" he snaps, looking up at you with venom in his honey eyes.

"I-I was just trying to-"

"Cant you just stop being annoying for once Y/N?!"

"i-im sorry.." you say rushing out of the room looking down, heading for your room.

you lay in your bed and break down, crying into your pillow so that seven wouldnt hear. curled up in a ball, you sob the rest of the night.

SEVENS POV

Seven walks into the kitchen to make a sandwich, when he notices the big honey cake sitting neatly on the counter. Confused, he walks towards it noticing the piles of dirty dishes now in the sink. Beside the cake there is a checklist of sorts

Cake for Seven~!

--Vanila cake mixed with honey

--Honey drizzle on top

--honey budda chips

Seeing the honey budda chips yet to be crossed out, he realizes what hes done.

YOUR POV

you hear a soft knock on the door, opening your eyes you quickly shoot up, rubbing your eyes of any evidence of tears.

"c-come in!" you shout as seven walks in closing the door behind him

you sit in awkward silece for a moment when seven walks over to you hugging you, rubbing small circles in your back.

"s-seven whats wrong?" you say with concern

" im sorry y/n. I didnt mean to yell at you."

"its okay, i know your stressed." you say, slightly muffled by his shoulder

"no, its not okay. Ive noticed how bad ive been affecting you."

you stay silent rubbing his back, inhaling his sent

"I noticed how youve stopped eating. Was that because of me?

You dont respond

"I thought so. y/n im-" you interupt him with a soft kiss. His eyes widen but close as his face softens and accepts the kiss.

when you release him you give him a small kiss on the nose, cheek, and chawline. "I know" you whisper, looking up at him while cradling his face.

you both smile in eachothers presence " thank you for the cake. it looks really good" he says with a goofy smile, cheeks squished by your hands. "why dont we eat it together."

you smile, letting go of him. "that would be great"

short and sweet ig lol i dont have energy to make epic fics so im sorry if these arent good enough

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Discovered

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Anxmile (Virgil x Emile - don't know the ship name so i made one up) Day 25: Caught masturbating Warnings: Handjobs, getting caught, blowjobs

He was stressed.

That was the long and short of it. He could only handle so much of the other's bickering, yelling, and full-blown fighting before he snapped.

And sure, maybe it was his job. Maybe it was part of his function! But he still got stressed, and one couldn't fault him for that.

Who?

Dr. Emile Picani, of course.

As a therapist, he was trained to be able to handle these sort of situations and work to better things, and often times he's able to do just that. But that doesn't mean he doesn't end up taking a piece of work home with him almost every night, and is left with the perilous thoughts of being a potentially bad therapist, or even doing more harm than good.

So, recognizing his stressed nature, he had decided to do something to relieve himself. And, while the first thing that came to mind might not have been the healthiest thing, he was looking for a quick and easy solution.

Alone, in his room, Emile tugs his pants and boxers down slightly, and pulls out his cock.

He'll quickly get himself off, take a much needed rest, and hopefully be refreshed enough to better handle his patients problems tomorrow! It's always best to face things with a clear head.

He grabs some lube from nearby, before pouring some into his hand. He closes it and sets it to the side, before turning back to his cock. He wraps a hand around it, stroking it a few times to work it to full hardness, before he lets out a small sigh.

He let's his mind wander to fantasies he's had, and ends up imagining his boyfriend stroking his cock. His hand works slow, as he fully allows himself to relax against his pillows. He can almost envision how Virgil would handle this.

Multiple exchanges of "are you sure this is okay?" met with Emile's constant, sweet reassurance of "yes, Virgil, it's okay," mixed in with his inquiries of "am I doing good? How are you feeling, Emile?" which always served to make Emile moan. Virgil's consent doubled as dirty talk, and even though he did in fact care about Emile's comfort above all else, he knows the way he phrases things can get his boyfriend hot and bothered.

He's so lost in thought just thinking about it, that he's convinced he's imagining Virgil calling "Emile? I need you," to work him up further.

However, when his door suddenly opens, Emile is pulled out of his head, and is met with the actual sight of his boyfriend, fully dressed (sans hoodie) and looking rather surprised.

"Oh-!" Virgil suddenly exclaims, before he turns and rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sudden intrusion and quick exit makes Emile flush, but the therapist knows he'll have to do something soon or Virgil will feel bad about invading his privacy for the rest of his life.

He rushes to pull up his boxers and pants, quickly buttoning them and internally cursing himself for being so uncomfortably hard, before he rushes out of his room.

"Virgil!" he calls, down the hall, as he catches sight of his boyfriend hastily walking away from Emile's room with his head in his hands.

Virgil looks up briefly, turning around, before glancing down, only to flush when he sees that Emile is still very hard.

"Virgil, I'm sorry," Emile says, as he approaches his boyfriend, tense and frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and the shock he felt from earlier. "I... I was lost in thought when you addressed me. I should have thought to at least lock my door."

"No, it's okay, I should have known better than to walk in without receiving a response," Virgil responds, swallowing the spit in his mouth. "I didn't mean to disturb you; I can get Patton or someone to help me. You can carry on..." Virgil states, going to awkwardly turn around again, only for Emile to softly seize his hand.

"I was... I was thinking about you," Emile states, hoping that his sudden admission wouldn't scare Virgil off. "I know we aren't that sexual a couple, but you're just... so irresistible when you indulge in sexual things. I couldn't help but get distracted by the thought of you."

Virgil's cheeks were red, and his mouth opened as he searched for a response, before closing it again when he can't find one.

However, Emile then says "come help me? Please?" And Virgil can hardly resist him.

Sure, relieving stress on his own would be nice, but having the person he loved most help him out would be better, hence why Emile smiles happily when Virgil nods and ends up holding Emile's hand tight as they head back to the therapist's room.

Emile pulls Virgil inside, and makes sure to actually shut and lock the door this time, before Virgil's hands are on his hips and he's being led to the bed.

Without being prompted, Virgil settles between his legs, waiting for Emile to tug down his pants and boxers, fully this time. He tosses them to the side, before Virgil clears his throat, and asks "may I?" Even with Emile's implied offer, Virgil still had to be sure he wanted this.

Emile smiles at how caring Virgil is, and cards a hand through his hair as he states "yes, you may."

With pink cheeks, Virgil ends up wrapping his lips around the tip of Emile's cock. Emile continues combing through Virgil's hair, a soft moan escaping him as Virgil's tongue slides over the slit. Virgil keeps his head down, and while Emile would love to meet his eyes while Virgil sucked him off, he thinks that the shy nature of Virgil was cute as well.

As Virgil takes more of Emile's cock into his mouth, Emile's head falls back in a moan. He tugs ever so slightly on Virgil's hair, and Virgil deepthroats Emile fully in response.

Emile doesn't keep himself from going lax, as he relaxes fully and lets Virgil take care of him. He doesn't need to think with Virgil going down on him so expertly. He breaths out "so, so good for me," and "feels so good," in between moans; the motivation seems to drive Virgil to please him further.

The anxious side's hands are placed softly on Emile's thighs, encouraging Emile to keep his legs spread, as Virgil bobs his head. He's focused fully on making Emile feel good, and Emile's moans and breathy praise were easy tells regarding his feelings.

He could sense the tension in Emile practically melting away, and Emile eventually gasps out "Virgil... I'm close."

Virgil pulls of Emile's cock at that, his hand taking over as he scoots closer to his boyfriend. Emile eagerly leans in as Virgil cups his face, and they sweetly kiss as Virgil's hand quickly works over Emile's shaft.

The padding of his thumb slides over the slit, and his other hand falls from Emile's face in order to fondle his balls, making Emile whine into the kiss. A few more strokes, and Emile suddenly comes, head falling back as he moans out Virgil's name.

Virgil works him through his orgasm, before his hand comes to a stop when Emile starts to whine.

Virgil lets Emile take his time to breathe, before Emile suddenly pulls Virgil in for another soft kiss. Emile holds it for a moment, before he pulls back, breathing out "shower with me?" which Virgil immediately nods his head in response to.

Emile definitely felt way more relaxed, and comparably happier in his boyfriends arms while they showered, and he knew he'd get a good nights rest with Virgil spooning him protectively.

[luckyqueenreign]

(sorry for ranting so much, i just feel so disappointed. also sorry if it doesn’t make sense, i’m not great at putting my thoughts to words <3)

ugh i’m so frustrated. i have been trying to keep a positive outlook on litg since they came back with s4 & s5 because there was a lot of negativity, but it’s just getting so difficult now. other people have already said it, but our mc has to deal with so much bullshit and just be okay with it. i want to play as the main character, i’m completely okay with drama and lis not being perfect but it just feels like no one actually fucks with us. i want to feel wanted, and not them just saying they want me then moving to someone else. we have practically no cute moments with our li (or just the ability to be able to fuck around with anyone atp). it feels like our mc has no autonomy, we’re like a human punching bag.

both seasons have felt so rushed, almost half of the lis in s4 were only available at the last recoupling. from only being interested in oliver in s4, i already know i don’t like getting my li at the end. it doesn’t feel rewarding at all because they haven’t put the effort into making the slow burns or love at first sight routes satisfying. i’m just so disappointed that the same thing is going to happen this season. and not only for suresh. literally every li is last minute. and they are all not good. i really would love to know what they were thinking this season.

it’s so infuriating because i would have loved it if they just gave it the time it needed. i wish they would have added more episodes and spread it out. if all the characters are going to be so unlikeable, give us more time to watch them develop and possibly redeem themselves. because there is no way that they will be able to give every character a redemption, give us our recouplings, dumpings, challenges, the finale and just time with our lis in 12 episodes. i find the plot genuinely interesting, and i like the idea of our ex fighting for the opportunity to get back with us. the tension they could have created and the breaking point moment. ugh it could have been so good. and even though it wasn’t how i imagined it, if they made casa suresh’s redemption it still could have worked. to come back, pull mc for a chat to clear things up immediately. no more games. but they had to add more drama...

the worst part personally is that i usually just fall in love with a character and only do their route on each season (even if i want to try other routes). and i already fell in love with the idea of suresh in my head. so whilst i’m seeing these really cute moments with finn, i just can’t get into it because i’m stuck on suresh. :(((

(thank you for reading this far. i just wanted to say, thank you for giving us a space to rant about the game. i love seeing your posts and reading your writing! i’m v excited for your future fics. hope you have a great day <333)

aww babe thank you 💖🥰🤗

also im literally the same as you I get so fixated on a character that I love and I just keep repeating that route over and over again. its why ive done Noah so many times. Honestly before casa its was rough but I enjoyed those last few episodes with suresh enough to want to keep doing his route again. Him losing his shoe 😩😩😩 I would play over and over just for that scene. I love jealous Suresh...but whyyyy did they feel the need to inject MORE drama. WEVE HAD ENOUGH. IM TIRED. every week I go in with optimism that its going to finally calm down and FB just throws another bomb at us. its just too much😭

[bbrandy2002]

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#5

Happy Sunday @charlotteg234

🥵 Enjoy!

13 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

An Apology

Several months ago I accused someone of sending me a hate anon. I've thought about that ordeal from time to time, but even more so recently.

Being in a place in my life where Im not so stressed out anymore or disillusioned by every little thing, Im able to make rational thoughts and think things through a little clearer. Looking back at old messages with someone else, I have a pretty solid feeling I know who actually did send them and thankfully they're not around here any longer.

With that said, when Im wrong, I say Im wrong. And in that instance ... I was wrong. Even if I never said her name publicly, I would like to apologize to @queenrileyrose for my accusations and the hurt you experienced following that. I've already done so privately and the nature of that conversation will remain so.

I can't undo what happened, I can only try to make it right.

Here's to 2022 being about positivity and kindness. Again, my humblest apologies to QRR.

13 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#3

Happy Birthday to ...me lol

I have to take a moment here to show off these two amazing commissions my bestie @burnsoslow and my great friend @ao719 had done for my birthday.

The first piece by Burns is from her ORDIV Ch 33 when Liam proposed to Riley in the gazebo at Valtoria where the had their first day 🥺🥺🥺

The second one is from Anitah, who used a scene from the fic Burns wrote for my birthday last year Heaven, Hell or Houston when Liam and Riley had met at the bar and when on this whirlwind date, kissing at every stop light 😍

Two of my favorite scenes captured so perfectly and it makes my heart swell so big.

Thank you both so much for these precious works that I will cherish and most likely stare at everyday for weeks to come. I love you both with all my heart and thank you for making another year of getting older a lot more bearable and for your friendship that I value so hard!

59 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

Fools Rush In

Chapter 21

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Series Premise: With two weeks before he is set to marry Madeleine, the guys throw Liam an impromptu bachelor party that results in him (and Drake) leaving Vegas with more than he bargained for.

Word count: 3900 -ish

Warning: Language

Soooo ... hey lol It's been a hot minute since I've written or posted anything (or just been around in general). Anyway, I came back to several messages asking about this chapter. I actually had 90% of it written back in October and just thought it was pure shit and gave up on it ... actually, I gave up on writing altogether. Having some time this week, I opened up the doc, rewrote some things, deleted out some stuff and finally managed to finish it. It's still not even close to what I wanted it to be, as it's the end of this arc, but I've decided to just have fun writing again. If there's anything Ive learned during my time away it's that none of us will ever write the perfect story, or use the perfect words, or have the most compelling characters and it's okay; I think I finally have accepted that. Just have fun doing it!

This concludes my TedTalk

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“Doctor ... Wolfschitz?” a bewildered Alyssa questioned.

“That’s no damn doctor!” Drake bore his eyes into the former prince, who was already howling with laughter, dodging a pillow that whirled in his direction from Drake. “What the actual fuck is your problem, Leo?”

Leo clutched his side, trying to catch his breath. “The look on your face, man … I can't. I really had you going there for a minute didn’t I, Walker? Afraid you were about to lose that new pee-pee, huh?” He continued to laugh riotously at Drake’s expense before his gaze hastily shifted its attention toward Alyssa. “Why’d you blow my cover, thong girl?”

“Thong girl? Alyssa muttered, absentmindedly crossing her legs while attempting to hide the fact her face was quickly glowing bright pink. How’d he know I was wearing one?

“Why are you here, Leo?” Drake repeated as Leo casually strolled up to his bed and scooped up a chocolate pudding cup from Drake’s food tray. “And how in the sam hell did you even know I was in the hospital?

“Came with Liam,” he replied nonchalantly as he plopped his ass down on the end of the bed and peeled off the top of his pudding cup, licking the plastic wrap clean. “He’s down the hall with Riley right now. Seems my little brother is a prized stud after all … got that Rys sperm in him, ya know? Knocked her up real good yo. Hafta say … I’m impressed.”

“Knocked her up?” Alyssa gasped before stepping closer to him. “Hold up; Riley’s pregnant?”

Leo nodded and shoveled a giant heap of pudding into his mouth. “Yeah. I’m going to be an uncle again --” he eyed Drake’s plate contemplatively, “ -- You gonna eat the rest of that meatloaf, man?” Drake scowled and pushed his tray toward the hungry Prince.

Alyssa quickly put all the clues together. “So that’s why Riley was so sick earlier? She didn’t have a concussion, --” she smiled endearingly, “ -- she just had morning sickness. ... Well, is she okay? Is the baby okay? The fall didn’t hurt them, did it?”

Leo, concentrating on finishing the rest of that meatloaf, languidly shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Well, did they at least give her something safe for her back pain yet?” Alyssa probed further.

Leo shoved another large bite of meatloaf and again answered. “I dunno.”

“Oh my God! Do you know anything?” A frustrated Alyssa finally asked.

With a mouthful of food, Leo tilted his head back in deep thought and replied the best he could, “I know this meatloaf is fucking BOMB, dude. Not too shabby for hospital grub.” He swallowed heartily. “The pudding on the other hand … absolute shit.” He tapped the edge of the plastic container with his plastic spoon as he spoke to it, “Snack-Pak, you disappoint me.”

Desperate for an answer, Alyssa reached out and grasped Leo’s shirt, jerking him closer. “Fuck the snack-pak, Wolfshitz; what about Riley?”

“Riley? Oh, she never disappoints me …” Leo sideways glanced with a frown. “Liam on the other hand ...”

Stunned by this strange man’s erratic and seemingly unhinged behavior, Alyssa shot a wide-eyed glare at Drake, who just shook his head slowly. “Don’t try to make sense of him, Alyssa. Just don’t. You’ll never be able to figure him out.”

Needing to be reassured, Alyssa pulled a cell phone from her back pocket and started furiously shooting off a text to Riley. While her back was turned to the men, Drake couldn’t help but notice the way her ass hugged perfectly in those skinny jeans and soon realized his new body part had showed up in tandem with his sudden arousal. With Leo’s interest remaining focused on the damn meatloaf for the time being, Drake eased a hand under the white sheet covering him and felt around the area below his waist; his breath hitched with relief at the rock-solid bulge that had erupted. Feeling a little giddy that everything was working as it should, the euphoria soon subsided when he caught a glimpse of Leo’s saucy gaze on Alyssa.

Overcome with a strong sense of jealousy over the girl he’d just caught sneaking a peek at his naked self less than five minutes ago, Drake quietly urged through gritted teeth, “Stop looking at her like that, Leo! She’s not some conquest you can just sack for your sick playboy pleasures.”

“Says the guy who caught panty crickets from a $2 hooker and needed a dick transplant.” Leo retorted with a smirk. “Besides, father always said, ‘I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.” He wagged his tongue in lust. “And I see that.” He motioned to Alyssa’s backside.

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First Comes Love

Chapter One

Book: The Royal Romance -Complete AU

Pairing:Liam x Riley/Liam x Madeleine (I promise Maddie’s nice here)

A/N: This will most likely be a mini-series; no more than 5 or 6 chapters.This is loosely based on a movie you might recognize but I’ve tried to make it my own. 

Series Premise: It's destiny when two people from different worlds meet. Riley is an up-and-coming wedding planner who finds herself tasked with planning the biggest wedding of her career, only to find out the man she fell for after a brief encounter in NYC is the groom ... and a king.

Trigger Warnings: There is a mention of suicidal ideation, but it’s not part of the plot. Some minor language.

Thank you @burnsoslow for pre-reading. All grammar errors are my own.

It’s been so long since I’ve started a new fic, I don’t even know if I have a taglist that isn’t filled with people who have left or hate me now; I guess I’m starting all over again. If you want tagged, let me know.

New York City

Liam zoned out 2.1 seconds after stepping inside a trendy office on the upper floors of a high-rise building in downtown Manhattan. The pale pink shades of the walls, decorative cushions, window scarfing, and gloss on the lips of his future bride, screamed out bottles of Pepto to the new King -- if only he had some to help with the unease in the pit of stomach.

That morning, a meeting with a highly renowned woman was on the agenda, discussing and presenting potential options for his upcoming nuptials, just weeks away. Even under normal circumstances, a wedding wasn’t exactly something that excited Liam. Not that he was never thrilled for the couple and wished them all the happiness in the world, it just held little importance in his day-to-day life. Weddings served as yet another reminder of what he wanted -- and what he couldn't have. 

It was amusing to Liam how he could hold so much power, yet wielded none of it for himself.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

The owner of this particular firm, Jill Gordon, had built quite the reputation as the elite among modern event design, planning, and production companies, with a specialty in weddings. The clientele included a long list of celebrities, politicians, affluent Manhattan debutantes, and occasionally acquired foreign business. The latter is how Madeleine first heard of The Jill Gordon Company while attending the French Ambassador's ceremony several months ago as a representative for Cordonia. With the last stop of their engagement tour in New York City, the future queen was eager to add a visit to her appointment book before they returned home and began the laborious task of planning the biggest wedding in Cordonian history.

Although the palace had more than their fair share of staff with experience hosting monumental events, such as balls, state dinners, and various celebrations, there hadn’t been a royal wedding there in over 20 years. Madeleine thought someone with experience handling grand-scale weddings with a sophisticated flair, who could share their vision and expertise with the staff and take charge of the arrangements, would guarantee everything went off without a hitch. 

The King simply went along to get along.

Madeleine and Liam sat across from Jill at her glass-top desk, where a single, lone laptop sat catty-corner on top. While the owner enthused and embellished her business to an attentive Madeleine, Liam focused on the assemblage of black-and-white portraits meticulously placed in neat rows along the wall behind the woman’s desk. It was no doubt a deliberate focal point to showcase the clients her agency had done work for in the past. Maybe others who had previously sat in the same chair he sat in at that moment were charmed with the love and joy captured in each of those images; the twinge in Liam’s heart wasn’t buying into it. 

After a lengthy social season and with a lot of pressure from his father and the council, he’d chosen Madeleine to become his queen. At first, he couldn’t stand her -- Hell, maybe he never could. She was pretentious, overbearing, cunning, and frequently insensitive. But somewhere between his coronation and the beginning of the tour, she changed almost as if overnight. At that first stop in Fydelia, he noticed a more relaxed, more thoughtful, and just easier to be around Madeleine. It’s possible she’d finally gotten the coveted prize she had obsessed over long before being dumped after Leo abdicated and could put aside some of that anxiety that brought out the worst in her. But to Liam, it seemed to be a little something more: either the Countess had come to her senses about her standoffish behavior, or maybe it was this new business venture Hana and Rashad talked her into, causing a distraction for the Countess. 

Whatever it was, was a welcome change. Liam had grown to respect her, find some common ground, and put away some of that overwhelming dread about spending the rest of his life with her. And while it was no secret between the two that there wasn’t more than friendly affection, duty made no exceptions when it came to their obligation. 

For both of them, that's precisely what this was. Now it was time to make the best of it and move forward.

Jill sat forward in her swivel chair with a warm smile. Her hands splayed on the glass top as she spoke in a refined tone. “I have the perfect person in mind to handle such an important wedding, as yours… that is if you choose to go with us.” Jill quickly added, not wanting to scare them off with too much pressure, too soon. She knew adding a royal wedding to her list would attract mass attention in the press and social circles for her business, which meant huge profits.

“Really?” Madeleine crowed, glancing over at Liam, who promptly brandished an over-enthused smile before she turned her attention back to Jill. “Tell us more about her.”

“Elaine has over twenty-three years of experience and is the best in this business, and has served most of our biggest named clients. She recently planned the President’s granddaughter’s wedding.” Jill boasted.

“I heard of that one …” Madeleine swooned before adding, “glamorous, yet sophisticated and classy, which is exactly what we’re looking for. Would she have time to meet with us now?”

Jill frowned. “I apologize, but she’s actually booked for the day, preparing for another wedding this evening. A busy lady that one is. Let me see what her calendar looks like.” She moved the mouse beside her laptop around and clicked a few times, pausing momentarily to scan the screen. “She’s free in the morning if you’re able to return then.”

Liam, who had been studying the glass wall that separated Jill’s office from the reception area and wondering why in the hell anyone would want to be watched while they worked, finally contributed to the discussion for the first time since walking in. “We’re actually leaving first thing in the morning.”

“Not until 9:30,” Madeleine hastily clarified. She continued cheerfully, “Tonight marks the official end of our engagement tour, and we’re wrapping up with a celebration in Midtown. We fly out tomorrow.”

“That's wonderful!" Jill replied. "Perhaps the two of you can stop in before your flight in the morning and meet Elaine personally and see if we can work out an agreement. I don’t think you’ll regret it,” she trilled, able to conceal the shameless desperation behind her words like a true professional. 

Well schooled in body language and tone, Liam smirked to himself, able to hear it anyway.

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119 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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[kjhmyg]

Hey, Ive been a fan of your works for quite a while now and been reading bts fan fiction even longer. I absolutely love it and that I've been wanting to write a ff of my own

Since I have absolutely no experience writing something, Ive been having trouble building a storyline and characterization and there's so many other things 😅

So do you have any tips for someone like me

BTW love love your works. Much love ❤

hello love! ah i'm so honoured you came to me for advice, although i must admit i'm not the best at those things either but i'll try!

firstly, it's alright to take your time w the storyline and characters. don't rush, ultimately you want to be happy with it.

as for characters, one of the many reasons why idols and celebrity figures are written as main characters is because it’s easier to work with a character that technically already ‘exists’. meaning to say: it’s easier to reference from real life than to come up with the details for a character i.e. hair colour, age, personality. so you can always reference a celebrity as a muse while you get the hang of writing and creating your ocs. 

secondly, coming up with a plot can be difficult, so i highly recommend using prompts. just search for prompts on tumblr and choose one you think you can work with. you can start out with member x member, then member x oc once you’re ready. or whichever you prefer, it’s fine! 

thirdly, it doesn’t have to be a long story. start with drabbles to get you going. the good thing about drabbles + prompts are that you don’t have to go into detail about each character. you sort of just insert the characters into the story! 

e.g. if you look at my fic mutual, i got the idea off the prompt mutual drunk friend called both of us to pick them up from a party well this is awkward.

the plot is there. all i did was insert reader (oc) as the main, namjoon as other friend and tae as mutual friend. from there, as i got writing, i got the inspiration to include how oc and namjoon have always had a thing for each other. it’s an awkward because of that. and at the end they eventually get together thanks to mutual drunk friend tae. (i know i included other details like tae’s breakup and some stuff about school but honestly even without those, it would work!)

now, for longer stories, it really depends on how you work best. you know me, i only write as i go, so i hadn’t really planned out the entire storyline for rough edges for example until a few chapters ago. but if you’re more organised and structured, you can pen down your thoughts and organise the story into different chapters. i only did this for the last 10 chapters of re and honestly it made writing a little easier because i’ve penned down what i want/need to write about so i just need to actually write it lmao. 

there are authors who write the entire series in one go and only after they’re done do they upload the chapters. and there are also authors like me, who write as the story goes along. do what’s best for you! there’s no right or wrong way to do it.

for longer stories, i feel it helps to first settle on the genre and characters. so is it a college!au, or supernatural!au? is it fluff or angst? then you think about who you want in your stories. from there, you can slowly build your own world (you can still use prompts here, as inspiration. then tweak it here and there to create your own story). 

some other things to remember:

it’s okay if the story doesn’t go exactly as planned. changes in storyline happens to all of us! 

it’s okay to not be able to write everything in one go. some of us (me) write several sentences and call it a day heh.

it you can’t think of anything to write, it’s alright, don’t be so hard on yourself. take a break and try again tomorrow. 

writing styles can differ, don’t compare yourself to other writers on here :) you can, but you don’t have to.

umm...i might add on to this list when i come up with more things. 

i think that’s about it! sorry if this is too wordy, i really hope that this helps you in some way. the biggest advice i can give is to not put pressure on yourself. do what’s comfortable for you! please feel free to ask if anything i’ve said above is unclear, i’d be happy to try and explain further hehe. all the best in your writing journey! <33 and thank u for your support, love u 💛

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

QUICK GAME OF THE YEAR REACTION POST:

sorry for anyone who follows me for ofmd(ive been ofline due to work+school+writing 2 ofmd fic due Dec 15th), but really quick, here's my general thoughts about my Other unhealthy habit besides writing about gay pirates!! I love gaming and this year was STRONG, so I have THOUGHTS. This is my superbowl.

Rants first:

Pizza Tower was robbed for breakout indie. By a Mile. It had 40k community reviews compared to the winners 2k. The winners were an offshoot indie company that made fuckimg LIMBO. One of the games that started the indie scene vs. a passion project between friends. All the music is being written by 1 guy with 2 developers on the game. Pizza Tower released in the first few months of 2023 to a huge breakout fandom vs. Cacoon that just came out a few months ago. I think indie needs to be more community vs. reviewer based, as the community is selling the game to future fams vs. Games Journalists. I loved Pizza Tower, but it's not a pretty game the journalists choose. I loved it, from its fast-paced music to 90s cartoon art to challenging gameplay, and it sucks that this fan community will be the people that review bombed cacoon. To me, it feels like the last of us 2 winning everything a few years ago. No hate to the devs. But damn.

-I fucking hate Hideo Kojima. I generally dispise his work as it feels like he's afraid to create 'lesser' art and uses his influence to hang out with celebrities. I think death stranding is sloppy, and most of HIS work in the Metal Gear series is dumb. His action feels slow, and his plots vaguely empty. So when I saw a more psychological horror game with his studio slapped on it(a genra you need to be VERY careful with), i wasn't happy. HOWEVER. I admire the fuck out of Jordan Peele and his version of a more sociological horror. Of systems and society and PEOPLE influencing our horror. Of what being an outcast means. So we're combining a successful studio with money and a writer who hopefully can toe the line between offensive mental health tropes and the fiction of the universe. I was fucking SQUEALING when Peele came out. (If he's a shit head, I apologize in advance). This could be a story based game that grabs me.

-please limit all announcers to a standard time frame. They should be as pressured in their speeches as the winners.

-E3 is gone. This is why there are so many announcements and adds for games va time for awards. Can we please create a separate indie vs. AAA show to highlight indie general beyond farmlife/pretry games. I want indie horror and other smaller genre to get recognized.

(Also fuck Neil druckmann for being a POS)

BG3 getting Game of the Year: spent 300+ hours playing BG3. Replaying acts 1/2 with around 5 different Tavs who never beat act 3(thanks to anxiety of finally ending a story). Romancing Karlach, Shadowheart and Astarion(dark urge). As a dragon age fan, this is the best RPG in that style I can ask for. I am delighted with every award it got, and will cherish this game for years. The dark urge 'good' playthrough featuring a plot that inspires me to this day.

Games I need to play right now apparently.

I thought Alan Wake 1 had a bad story but apparently Alan Wake 2 is right up my alley. A better horror game with better story and unreality and pushing the medium of video games. Which is my shit. I also need to understamd that dance montage. (I want to see why this won story over BG3, BG3 takes into account player action. Why did this win over 100s of hours of story content?)

The Finals. I can't stand battle royal/rainbow 6 esk games in general, but the attitude and destruction looks fun, and it's free. So fuck it.

Hi-fi rush! No clue what it is but it looked lovely and up my alley!

New stuff to look out for

That game based on Journey to the West. I was freaking out the entire trailer. I feel a long form game is the perfect way to adapt the legend. I loved watching Ellen ring and can see this become a comfort streaming game to watch.

'BLADE'- GAME???? FUCK YEAH! I was so hyped when I put the pieces together. I'm thankful for my time in the marvel fandom but I'm happy Blade was mostly ignored and we'll get a passionate team creating what will likely be a game with Batman Arkham style combat.

Free God of War DLC looks amazing, and as a rogue lite fan, I'll love to watch the story unfold online

Lost Records- from the life is strange people, is my shit. I will play it.

I finally get to play my dad's favorite Sega games with this remaster!!! All 5 look amazing.

Any Syardew Valley, Elden Ring or Hades like game. Love that shit.

[baekhvuns]

thank you for the recommendation of the angsty songs!!!! how'd i forgot about osts that truly helped for angst 😭😭 and and anddd!!! i have been writing my fics in google docs as well and it's very helpful! since i saw someone said that writing straight on tumblr usually happened to have repeated paragraphs at times so,,,

hegehehegdhrj i think my mingi ff is a little rushing towards the ending since im sucks in writing good ending considering my brain only generating ideas somewhere for the climax lmaoo but i hopeeee i can have audiences enjoying it <3 im not really good with angst although my life is full with angst so i guess i just wanted to be happy once in my own stories (ouch). i dont really consider myself a writer, just a mere reader tbh skshsjkss but i will let you know once i have the courage to drop that fic :D

no but recently, as i said, i only saw porns on my tags, etc and barely seen any mafia with actual plot yk,,, like real legit plot with long ass words written so im a little sad and thought that nobody wants to write mafia anymore or they have lost any new twist for the trope lmaoooo 😭😭😭 being said, i missed your mafia mingi so much i hope its doing well and in a pink of health in your draft <333

anyways new update: i have started writing reincarnation au san and next to write perhaps news reporter yunho (that my brain generated when i was watching morning news yesterday 🫡) or fake dating au seonghwa (that i have been keeping the draft for more than a year now),,, let's see.... ehe :D

p/s: kinda want a new job but at the same i dont want one yet just so i can continue converting all my ideas into writing 🦍

ofc any time!! forgetting you by davichi is the ultimate angst wiring song pls do give it a listen if u have the chance! you’re right, ever since tumblr updated from mid last year(??) it’s been repeating paragraphs and even has a word block limit 😭😭 glad ur writing on something that can save ur works!

AAAAAAAAAA im very excited for ur mingi fic im sure the audiences(me) will love them!!! no bc i also suck at writing endings so i just leave it at a cliffhanger-ish/up to the reader type of ending 😭😭 LMFAOOOOO NOT UR LIFE BEING FULL OF ANGST FBWNBSKCK pls do!! hopefully u get the courage ✊🏻✊🏻

😭😭😭 how did we as a society move from full bloom plot heavy fics to just porno’s 😭😭😭 NO BC FBSJHFS I WAS VISITING MY MINGI MAFIA DRAFT BEFORE I WAS ANSWERING THIS ITS STILL THERE AND SITTING PRETTY IVE COME UP W A BETTER SAME PLOT FOR IT AND I WILL BRING BACK MAFIAS FOR YOU my dedication for that fic will be u <3 if i don’t write the f1 fic first that is 😭😭 or a miraculous lady bug fic <3

WE NEED SMALL DETAILS OF ALL UR PLOTS. WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN NEWS REPORTER YUNHO. ????. WHAT THE FUCK DID U SAY ABOUT PARK SEONGHWA AND FAKE DAYING FHKWHDWKJDKW

ANON IDC THIS HOLIDAY I BETTER SEE THAT FAKE DATINF FIC ON THIS APP I DO NOT CARE I WILL HUNT U FOR THAT FIC FHAMFJKSJDLA

[dadboddean]

wait you mean to tell me i have to read my own writing multiple times before i post something?? sounds fake but okay

[bbyhoneybee-x]

What if they hurt there s/o in a fit of rage and accidentally and unknowingly give there s/o a black eye and then storm out off the room and reader try’s to hide the black eye but fails (billy lenz and bo please)

Im back you guys! im sorry ive been on a hiatus for a while i just have some things i needed to deal with and get sorted out in my personal life before i could come back here and write these amazing fics for you guy!!

Bo Sinclair-

The day has started off as it normally does, with you getting up and making coffee for the boys and making something for yourself to eat but that change the moment that Bo stormed into the house with the door slamming behind him. You put your cup down and went into the living room where Bo had picked up a vase and smashed it against the door "Motherfucker!" he yelled out as he threw his hat off and grab a handful of his hair he looked back at you and all you could see in his eyes was rage " Those fucking teens got away because of fucking Vincent " he growled out as he went to grab a picture frame and was about to smash it when you cam over and grab the back of his arm and tried to get him to put it down " hey! calm down!" you said as you pulled on the back of his arm " Get the fuck off of me!" he yelled out and threw his arm back. BAM! his elbow had hit you right in the face and it knocked out you on to the ground. In his fit of rage he didn't even noticed that you were on the floor , one hand hold your eye as pain seers through you. He had already walked out of the room before you could have gotten up, walking over to the mirror that was by the door way you already saw the dark bruise forming over your left eye and the swelling was there. You knew bo could get violent when he was upset but you didn't think he would hurt you.

Later that night when the whole situation had calmed down you were in the bedroom that you shared with your boyfriend when he had walked into the room, setting his hat down on the table next to the bed. You meekly looked up from the book you were reading when he sighs , his back turned to you " Doll i-i just wanted to apologize for earlier-" he started to say when he turned around and saw the now black and blue bruise around your eye his face had dropped and rushed over to you , taking you face gently in his rough hands " Baby what happened? Did i do this?" he said , worried written all over his face. He never meant to hurt you on purpose or even accidentally. you held your hands over his as you looked back in his eyes " im fine Bo it was just accident" you said softly as you tried to turn your head away from him to shield the black eye from him . "I hurt you doll, it's not ok" he started to stammer over his words and apologized over and over again as he looked over your body to see if he had hurt you somewhere else but he only shut up when you pressed your lips against his. He melted into you , wrapping his arms around holding you tightly against his body " I swear i will never hurt you again baby ill do whatever it takes to make it up to you" he said against your lips.

Billy Lenz-

Your relationship with Billy was rocky at times since his fits and him himself are unpredictable at times, the littlest things could set him off and when he gets angry its almost impossible at times to calm him down. You just have to let him calm down but at the same time he could end up hurting himself. You do love him and you want to help him but it feels like at times you cant. So this evening you are currently tried to get an angry billy to calm down with the promises of anything he wanted but it just wasn't working at all so you moved yourself from the bedroom to the kitchen to collect yourself when you head a loud crash come from the other room. You sigh softly as you made your way back to the bedroom , seeing broken glass on the floor and billy holding his hand which had blood running down it. You rushed over to him and grab his arm trying to take a look at his hand " oh my god billy what happened are you ok?" you asked trying to see if there still glass in his hand " Here let me go grab the medical-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before billy had pulled his hand away from you and shoved you away from him but he ended up falling on top of you. He was frantically trying to get away but in the process he had hit you in your face when he got himself off of you. you laid there for a second holding your hand over you eye while it throbbed in pain, you could hear billy in the other room picking up the phone and slamming it repeatedly on the receiver while cursing out. You knew he didn't mean to hurt you but at the same time you didn't want him to feel bad that he had hurt you. In time billy would calm down and he would come to find you , seeking some sort of comfort from you , that was in his way of saying that he was sorry but when he had found you in the living room with your back turned to him , he almost instantly wrapped his arms around you but you kept your head to your chest. He could tell something was off when you wouldn't look back at him so he grabbed your cheek in his rough hand and forced you to look at him and his face was filled with sorrow and regret , he had hurt you , the person he loved , all because of his rage he had ended up leaving you with a black eye.He whimpers softly burring his head into your neck as he mumbled to himself. You knew he was sorry for accidentally hurting you so you turned to face him and wrapped you arms around him , running your fingers through his hair as he mumbled a soft " Im sorry" against your neck. "it's ok billy it was just an accident ok?" you said softly as he clanged onto you for life as if you would just slip through his fingers, in time you two would find a way to help when he got into his rage fits but for now this is what it is .