#e last lockscreens

[fictionalmenxyn]

--✜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✜--

Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader (established situationship/friends but kinda more)

(Just a blur, not part of fic, only thing apart of the fic is the fact your brother is still Kai :) )

Warnings: language, suggestive (talking, and sound)

Summary: since the sorority house and the frat house are walking distance, why not pay a visit??

Also Rafe and reader having good chemistry and humour?!?! Also protective reader?? (Y/e/n- enemies name)

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It was a sunny day in April, you had just finished your classes for the day. It was noon, you didn’t really know what the time was till you got out of class. You looked at your phone and saw your lockscreen said ‘2:34pm’. You shrugged, you felt your stomach rumble. You thought of what to eat, you were gonna have your food later. But you wanted a snack, so you headed to a near by store.

Walking into the store, you looked around for anything appetising. That’s when you saw the fruit section. My oh my, did you feel a strong craving for those juicy looking raspberries. You grabbed a box of them, heading over to the cash register and paying the worker. Once you had put your card back into your phone case. You grabbed your raspberries and headed out the store and down the street.

Using the crosswalk, you crossed the surprisingly quiet street. You knew some of the girls had their boyfriends over, from last night. You definitely did not want to chance walking in and hearing them from the foyer. So you looked around, thinking of an idea. That’s when you saw the frat house. You mumbled to yourself “bingo.”

You walked past the sorority house and walked to the end of the street, to the frat house. You walk down the path and to the front door. You knock on the door, no answer. You rang the ring doorbell, you smile and lean down to its level. You speak to the doorbell “hello wonderful people, are any of you home??”

A familiar voice replied “only Rafe and Top are home, go in if you want.” You smiled at your brother’s response. “Alright, thanks Kai, bye!” You opened the front door and walk in. Closing the door behind you. You walked around the place looking for any sign of life.

You headed upstairs, you hear Topper and you’d assume his hook up from last night. You pull a cringed face, you look in the other direction towards the end of the hall. You smile and walk down, towards Rafe’s room.

You knock on the door and open it a little, “hello?? Rafe?? You in here??” The door opened widely. There he was, just in sweatpants and socks. You looked up at him “hey.” He smiled “what’s up?” “Company??” He chuckled and stepped to the side “so you’ve come to me for company?? Thought the girls were done with class by now too?”

You walk into the room, slinging your backpack on the floor at the end of his bed. “I didn’t wanna chance hearing them with their boyfriends… but then again I just heard Top with his hook up.” Rafe laughed. “Yeah they’ve been going at it for a while.” He walks over and sits on the bed “what’s with the raspberries??”

“Felt hungry… want one?”

“Sure.”

You gasp “I said one, bitch! Not a fucking handful”

“Hey! Watch who you’re calling bitch, hoe.”

You gasp “watch your mouth, Rafe Cameron.”

“You watch yours!!”

You both stared at each other, then you Topper’s hook up moan loudly. You both burst out laughing.

Once your laughing died down, Rafe rested his back against the headboard. As you laid on your stomach, the box of raspberries in front of you.

Rafe asked “so what do you wanna talk about? How was your classes??” You huffed “honestly?? Alright, it was the girl in my class that pissed me off.” Rafe smirked “ooo is this drama??” You shrug “fucking could be.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “could be?” You nodded “if she keeps running her mouth…”

Rafe was intrigued, Y/n didn’t get mad often over drama, something must be up.

“Go head, spill it all…”

You sighed “so this girl, Y/e/n-”

He interrupted “what the fuck has she done now?!”

You chuckle “well, she kept staring at me in class and whispering… but sometimes she’d talk a little louder so I could hear…”

“What was she saying??”

You continued “she was saying how-” you did your best impression of the pick me girl you hated “oh my god, you know at last night party, you’d never guess who I made out with… Rafe, can you believe it.” You playfully shivered and cringed at your mind replaying the memory. Rafe smirked “oh is that so? She said that?”

You nodded “yeah she fucking said that, she also said” you mimicked the girl again “oh, he also gave me his snap, said he wants me to go to the frat house and said to bring condoms.” You roll your eyes at the memory of her saying that.

Rafe laughs, “she fucking said that?! Ahaha!” You looked at him with a grin as you popped another raspberry into your mouth.

Rafe looks at you, “princess, you know I don’t have her snap, or ever made out with her right, and that I don’t plan on getting anywhere near that fucking girl…”

You nodded “oh I know, but she still pisses me off, acting like you’re hers and shit… pisses me off.”

Rafe smirked at that ‘acting like you’re hers.’

“Oh yeah? And did you say anything?? I know you’d probably say something to piss her off to…”

You smirk “oh I did.” “What did you say??” You smiled and answered “I said ‘oh I wouldn’t worry, Rafe and I had a lot of funny after the party was over.” Rafe grinned “oh yeah? All we did was cuddle while I was drunk.” You chuckled “yeah, but she doesn’t need to know that.” Rafe grinned. Were you getting jealous??? Of course you were.

Rafe asked “so whose am I then?” You shrugged playfully “anyone but hers, wouldn’t waste your breath on her…”

Rafe smirked “you’re pulling a me, right now.” You raised an eyebrow. He continued “jealous, princess, are you jealous??” “Pfft no, fuck off, I’m not jealous.” “Oh I think you are…”

You roll your eyes, you throw the empty box into the trash can near his bedroom door. You look at him “you plan on having any girls over today?” “No? The fuck?”

You smiled “just curious, Rafey.”

He smiled. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You replied “I don’t feel like going back to the sorority house tonight…” he replied “oh is this your silent way of asking to sleepover?” You nodded. He grinned “magic word?” You clasped your hands together and playfully mocked “oh pretty please, Rafey, please let me stay over!”

He laughed and playfully flicked your forehead, you swatted his hand. Rafe replied “magic word is abracadabra, but I guess… I just have to accept your pretty face, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Hey! That’s my saying!.”

He smirked, pulling you into his lap. He spoke “anyways… if you’re spending the night, and you’re still jealous of-” “I’m not jealous…” “sure you not, sweetheart… but I still think you should have a reminder of who is my favourite girl…” you smirked “touché, Cameron….”

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[saintmurd0ck]

kiss and don't tell

masterlist

pairing: elektra natchios x f!reader + matt murdock and frank castle

summary: when frank and matt tap elektra's phone to figure out what she's up to, the last person they'd expect her to call is you

warnings: phone sex, matt and frank arguing like husbands, f!masturbation, elektra making everyone in her vicinity whimper, m!masturbation, exhibitionism

a/n: credits to my lovely @chvoswxtch for inspiration with elektra's phone background and @mikeymurdock for confirming darling matthew's birthday! this is my first time writing for elektra so be kind pls & HAPPY FUCKIN PRIDE !!!

“Thought you said she was always on that thing,” Frank grumbles, tapping on a flat-screen monitor displaying the layout of a phone lockscreen. He stares intently at the red supernova background, scrunitising on the halo of stars ringed around the edges of the phone. 

“She is,” Matt murmurs, furrowing his brows until they almost disappear beneath his glasses.

Frank sighs, leaning back in his chair, interlacing his hands behind his head. “It’s been four hours, Red. Why don’t ‘ya get some shut-eye, and I’ll stay up.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can’t be,” Matt breathes, mussing his hair. “It’s happening”–he pauses, fingers flitting over his watch–”tonight.” 

Disconcertion settles over Frank’s face as he wonders if this really is the way he’s spending his Friday night. His mouth quirks to the side. “First I’m gonna ask you how you know that, and second I wanna know exactly what we’re doing.”

“I know her, Frank. I just… know.”

“The fuck kinda answer’s that?” Frank glares, incredulous. “What, so you can listen to people breathing five blocks away, anticipate a bullet’s exact trajectory and now you can predict the future?”

Matt loosens his tie, looking more offended at the implication of being a fortune teller than at any other of Frank’s digs tonight. ”Of course not! S’just that… all of a sudden, she’s back in my life again. I wanna know what she’s doing, why she’s here, and what she has planned. You don’t know her like I do, Frank. Elektra isn’t good news.”

Frank yawns. “So? Ask her.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Hmm.” 

A muscle feathers in Matt’s jaw, the tension more palpable than ever, especially with the time ticking idly by. He adjusts the earbuds connected to the laptop in front of him, straining for a single sound, or any hint of activity, but he picks up on nothing. 

They’ve got all her communications tapped, thanks to Micro and his–as Foggy so aptly put it–technological wizardry, but this inactivity is well beyond her arrhythmic patterns. Matt glides his fingertips over her activity logs; every record of data painstakingly collated by Micro throughout the last two weeks. If there’s one thing about Elektra, it’s that Matt could count on her being out on a Friday night. 

Matt’s aware of Frank’s narrowing eyes, in similar concentration on the monitor ahead. “You think she’s really gonna leave us hangin’?”

“No, no, it’s just– she’s smart, okay? She’s smart, but I don’t think she knows. She’d make it obvious otherwise.”

“I dunno Red,” Frank shrugs, “Baitin’ your ex like this? That’s ballsy. Even for you.”

Matt’s head whips to the side at the mention of that word, ears pricking at the sudden dilation of Frank’s pupils, and the acceleration of his heartbeat. He’s readying himself for a fight. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction of a response, Frank.”

Frank tsks. “Ah, but ‘ya just did.”

Click.

It’s the unmistakable noise of Elektra’s phone being unlocked.

2-1-1-0-8-7

Matt straightens up in his chair, pushing his earbuds further in. “Frank!” he hisses. “Screen!” 

“Ain’t that your birthday? October 21?” Frank smirks.

Reddening, Matt pushes the grating thought aside. He’d discuss her passcode later, when time wasn’t of the essence. “Keep an eye on that screen–”

“She’s calling someone,” Frank interjects. He squints at the display. “Who’s… ‘Darling’?”

“Darling?” Matt stumbles over his words as the dial tone rings a little too loudly in his ears. “I-I don’t know.” 

There’s a hint of amusement in Frank’s voice. “She ever call you that?” 

But Matt’s response comes out quick. Too quick. “No!”

Frank’s mouth curves into a smile. “S’what I thought.”

Matt goes to retort, but the purpose of this mission embeds itself in his mind. “We have full access to her calls, her internet history, all her devices…If she’s planning anything, it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but I trust ‘ya,” Frank nods. “We got her.”

“Alright. I’m taking these out.” Unceremoniously, Matt yanks the earbuds out of his ears, wincing as the dial tone plays over the loudspeakers wired to the entire setup. 

Frank cocks his ear towards the speaker in the corner, glancing at the call logs laid out on his lap. He counts softly to himself. “I’m seein’ this Darling a lot. At least twice a day.”

Before they can deliberate further, Elektra’s ambient voice fills the tiny space. “Hello, Darling.” She pauses, hinting a smile. “Ready for me?”

Frank arches an eyebrow. “The fuck?”

“What took you so long?”

Matt stands up so abruptly that his chair falls to the ground, dizzy with the clang of metal on concrete. “That’s–”

Out of all the people they’d unassumingly characterised as the mysterious Darling, they would never, not in a million years, expect to hear you. 

“Did you look at the package I had delivered to you?” Elektra purrs, honeyed in a way that prickles the hairs on the back of Matt’s neck. “I would’ve sent it myself, but duty calls.”

“Shit, Red,” Frank chuckles. “You’re in deep shit.”

“It’s beautiful,” you say, “and it fits perfectly. You know me so well, Ellie.”

“Ellie?!” Matt mouths. “What?”

“I knew it’d fit, Darling. Now be a good girl and spread those legs for me.”

In complete disregard of Matt choking on his own spit, Frank’s eyes fly open. “This part of your mission?”

“N-no. Definitely not. But–” Matt hesitates, swallowing dryly. “We need to keep listening. For all we know, our friend here could be a contact.”

“Fuckin’ perv.”

Feeling his temper rise, Matt takes a deep breath, willing his urge to fight dissipate. “S’there a way to turn the volume down?”

“Beats me,” Frank replies, nonchalant. “But small world, huh? Our friend–”Frank emphasises–“and your ex. A girl you’re into and a girl you used to be into.”

“I’m not into her.”

Frank snorts. “Yeah, you are.”

“Hmm,” Matt says, nodding, “so explain why your heart beats faster around her.”

There’s more than a hint of annoyance in Frank’s reply. “What?”

“I know you heard me correctly, Castle. You can’t hide shit from me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Frank growls, kicking his chair away, sending the call logs scattering to the floor. 

“I’m so wet for you,” you gasp, unknowingly diffusing yet another fight, your breathy moans barely audible over the speakers. 

Frank stiffens, his fists unfurling from his sides. “Wait, wait, wait. Did I just–”

The tips of Matt’s ears go pink. 

“Mm,” Elektra muses. “I can still taste you, you know.”

“And how do I taste, Ellie?”

Elektra laughs, the sound crystalline. “Delicious.”

All of a sudden, it feels as if the labyrinthine, constricting nature of Micro’s lab seals off from the outside world, trapping both men and their paramours inside. 

“Please,” you whimper, every stuttered breath punctuating the words that come to mind. 

“Use your words, Darling. Please what?”

“Tell me how to touch myself.”

Frank shifts uncomfortably in his chair, wringing his hands as his eyes search for a distraction. “Feels like we’ve crossed a line, Red.”

“Since when have you ever cared about crossing lines?” Matt asks, scowling. “It’s pertinent. To…the mission.”

“Cut the shit. We’re not in Catholic school. You can just admit you’re horny.”

“Jesus, Frank! I’m not…”

“Of course,” Elektra hums, but the inflection in her voice indicates the kind of coyness that tells Matt she’s in complete control, physically present or not. 

Strained nostalgia sends him into overdrive, even more so as he contemplates just how she knows you. 

You, of all people, he knows, would be better off without someone like Elektra. 

Yet here you are. 

“Use one finger, Darling,” she continues, “and touch your clit for me. Up and down, just the way you like it.”

“Fuck,” you murmur, squirming as Elektra conducts your pleasure. “I want more.”

“Greedy, aren’t you? You’re lucky I feel generous tonight. Do you think you could handle two fingers?”

Matt exhales softly, licking his lips as he falters back to his seat. “Maybe you’re right.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Anything you ask for, Ellie. I can handle it.”

“Good girl. Let me hear how wet you are.”

Tipping his chin towards the ceiling, Matt reaches forward, fumbling for the cable connecting the speakers to their set up. “We’ll try again tomorr–”

“No,” Frank murmurs, holding his hand out reflexively.  He hesitates swatting Matt’s hand away from the wire, but he still follows through, however unconvincing the gesture seems to be. It’s true; his stance was different just moments ago, but he thinks about it carefully now. Maybe Matt’s right, and the outcome of the call will be more useful than not, but maybe, buried deep down amongst the feelings he harbours for you…

“Why?”

Saying nothing further, Frank turns his attention back to you, still conflicted about whether or not he should listen in.

Positioning the phone between your legs, you lean down to rub your clit, alternating between featherlight strokes and deep-pressure circles. As you begin to splinter with the thought of your impending orgasm, you dip two fingers into your pussy, hoping the mic picks up on the slickness pooling between your legs. 

Slowly, you stretch yourself out, picturing her there, watching you. Savouring you. “God, Ellie, it feels so–”

“Mm,” Elektra moans, pausing to praise you as she ruffles around her nightstand. “Can you guess what I’m doing?”

You slide a pillow under your hips, groaning as you rock against your fingers. “I’m picturing you and your legs spread, your red silk robe draped over the side of the bed, and you’re– fuck! Fuck, Ellie–”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Crying out, you arch your back into your own touch, riding your hand until your body recovers just enough to go again. “I know you’re… you’re grabbing your favourite dildo, so you can fuck yourself while you fuck me.”

“Hm, has anyone told you how clever you are?” 

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” Matt asks, his face indiscernible. “The two of ‘em, together.”

Frank nods, pressing his lips together. “Yeah.”

“I guess we finally agree about something,” Matt says, chuckling.

“Yeah? And what’s that, exactly?”

“Do I really need to spell it out for you, Castle?”

Elektra huffs into the receiver, a faint buzzing emitting from her end of the call. “Put the phone down, Darling.”

“But–”

She continues, humoured and unfazed. “I can still hear you, don’t worry. I want you to use one finger on your clit, and hm… Three fingers in your pussy.” She poses her next words as a question. “Although, I know from the way you moaned my name that you added a third without asking?”

“Mm, Ellie–”

“I’ll let you off, just once.”

With every noise he picks up, Matt feels himself growing flustered. With all his tells laying out in the open–the flush in his cheeks, to his staggered breathing–he’s a dead giveaway. He pulls his tie over his head, unable to form a single coherent thought, the pretense of the mission long gone. Clearing his throat, Matt sits upright, draping his arm across his lap in an effort to conceal his growing erection. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but one of Elektra’s moans punctuates his focus, catching him off guard. 

Warmth singes Matt’s spine as he notices Frank’s gaze sliding to his lap.

“Shit, Red,” Frank murmurs, shaking his head, “I’m just… gonna leave you be. Okay? Call out when you’re… done.” He stands up promptly, stalking to the bedrolls in the other room.

“Wait–” Matt calls out, wanting to communicate that being left alone to act on his impulses is the last thing he needs…

But Frank makes a good point. Especially when he’s off to do the same thing.

“You know I can hear you jerking off, right?!” Matt yells. 

Frank’s retort bounces off the walls. “Mind your own damn business, Red!” 

“Whatever,” Matt mutters. Grateful for the privacy, he takes a moment to unbuckle his belt, tuning out the clinking of the metal in favour of the conversation overhead.

“Will you do me a favour, Ellie?” you gasp, pumping your fingers in and out of you with increasing speed.

“That depends on what you want.”

Desperation limns your voice, but you’re past the point of caring. “I want to hear you fuck yourself. Let me hear you cum.”

There’s a shuffle of fabric on the other end of the phone as Elektra makes a small noise of approval. 

Matt doesn’t need to be told that she’s moved in favour of a better position. 

Cowgirl was always her favourite.

He groans, still fully clothed, bucking into his hand as he concentrates on Elektra’s rhythmic breathing and hisses of pleasure. He palms himself, knowing she’s riding her dildo the same way she’d ride him, knowing just from the way she sounds that she’s getting close.

But she’s not the object of his attention tonight.

Not when you’re right there, unbelievably tangible yet barely within his grasp.

He wants you, affirming the thought as he pushes his underwear down; just enough to wrap his fist around his cock. He doesn’t have time to take it slow, so this will have to do.

In the other room, the noises you make echo in Frank’s mind, playing and replaying until he’s forced to hold onto the concrete wall to maintain any semblance of sanity. He squeezes his eyes shut as he fucks his hand, picturing you all stretched out, taking him until he has no more left to give.  

As if they both hadn’t just spilled into their hands, unable to shake the relief that gave way into yearning, they remember that there is still the matter of the mission at hand.

“I… I think they’re finishing up,” Matt rasps, rolling his chair up to the laptop on the main desk. 

Frank replies with a curt nod, taking his place on Matt’s left. 

“Better?” Elektra exhales, satisfaction now evident in her tone. 

“Always.”

“Same time tomorrow, Darling?” she asks, cheerful. 

“Why don’t I come over to yours, Ellie? We can leave the curtains open again, give New York a little show.”

Elektra clicks her tongue. “Ah, like the one we put on tonight?” 

Frank shoots a sideways glance at Matt. 

She continues, more resolute than before. “I think an in-person show might be better. Don’t you think so, boys?” 

“No goddamn way,” he mouths.

Elektra pouts. “You both came awfully fast, didn’t you?”

Frank was right; they’d listened far too long. To something far too personal. 

Matt swears, searching for a way to end the call. 

“You really think I wouldn’t find out? Amateurs.”

Frank sighs as the dial tone rings in their ears, clapping Matt on the back. “Well, I think our cover’s blown.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Nice knowin’ you, Red. Nice knowin’ you.”

tags {x} for everyone who interacted with the original post/people who might like this 💗 @v4leoftears @devils-dares @chvoswxtch @itwasthereaminuteago @castlesnchurches @reborn-rekall @qu1etwolf @marvelswh0re @munsonownsmyass @murdock-and-the-sea @fxlsealarm @hailey-murdock

[entertwinedsewntogether]

Long, long time | L.H

luke hemmings x reader

summary: you don't know how much longer you can cope with luke being on tour

warnings: panic attack, anxiety, angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, fem reader, reader is really going through it, very brief mention of lack of appetite, bit of poor self hygiene, not proofread

a/n: first time posting on tumblr despite being on here for years. literally terrified, also how god damn good is the feeling of falling upwards live album. i started levitating, don't get me started on os/co i could write a whole essay. also the ending is so rushed it's not funny but i couldn't think of an ending.

plus, the ending was my grandparents wedding song and i think it's so romantic so i put it in.

~~

It was early. The night had kept you awake, closing your eyes meant seeing every mistake you had ever made play in your mind. The curtains on your window were left open, the empty street and faint stars mocking your every move. The dim streetlight was your only source of light, and something about it was wrong.

It had been two weeks of this, of constantly shaking hands and always looking over your shoulder. Showering took more effort than it should, you had a never ending stomach ache, it felt like you didn't need to eat or drink. Your brain had been on constant overdrive for so long that it didn't know how to switch off, and it felt like there were rubber bands, squeezing around your chest and your brain, getting tighter and tighter by the minute.

For two weeks, you had done the same thing each night. Sitting up in bed, crossing your legs under your thick blanket and rocking, back and forth and back and forth. Your hands found your hair. It was greasier than you realised. How long had it been since you washed it? Stretching out your fingers, they felt wrong. They look different then you remembered. How long had it been since you had looked at yourself? Your hands find your knees, gripping onto them as you continue to rock.

You really don't want to. But you know you should. Where is he today? What even is the date today? When did you last talk to him?

Oh, his voice. His sweet, sweet voice. What would he say if he saw you like this? And this bed. This bed is far too big without him in it.

Luke is worried as well. You last spoke three days ago, and it was only texting. Usually you facetime every night, but he hasn't seen your face in just over a week. He wonders if you are busy, are you seeing your friends, are you working more?

If you squeeze your eyes shut, you can see him. He is sitting on the bed in front of you, he is holding you, he is smiling that gorgeous soft smile that he sends your way whenever you feel down. You can feel his hands rubbing up your arms in a soothing manner, his lips pressing against your forehead as the sweetest act of comfort.

You raise a hand to his side of the bed, dragging your hand along his pillow. No. No. The corner of your eyes prick.

Standing up on shaky legs, you stumble through the dark until you find your phone, face down on your floor, next to some discarded clothes. When did you let your bedroom get this filthy? The hands digging at your chest begin to dig their nails in. You kneel down, sitting on your heels and click your phone on. It's far too bright, it stings your eyes, but nonetheless you gaze lovingly at your lockscreen. At Him.

His beautiful blue eyes, warm and loving, and his gorgeous eyelashes, god he is blessed. His beautiful smile, halfway to a laugh, bringing a sad smile to your lips. Your eyes blur as you touch his cheek through your phone screen, a ragged breath coming from your chest.

You unlock your phone, blurry eyes and shaky hands pressing his contact, and the big green call button. It rings once, twice, three times, four times.

"Hey honey! You ok? Isn't it early at home?"

You don't respond. Your mouth hangs open in shock. He's alive. He's breathing. He's real, and you haven't imagined him. His voice is coming through your phone, he is on the other end and you can almost feel him.

A deep breath.

"Luke," You sob, "Luke."

"Oh, my girl."

You can hear voices becoming louder, and some clattering, a door closing and finally, just him.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"It hurts, Luke. It really hurts."

"What hurts?"

"My chest. It's too tight and I can't breathe properly, and my brain is so sore, every time I move it stings and burns. And my skin is too tight on me, but it's too loose in some places, and I don't recognise myself and I'm so scared. I'm so tired, and I'm so scared, and I can't sleep, and the bed is too big and the house is too silent, and I need you."

You say it all in one breath, trying hard to regulate your breathing as you hold onto the phone for dear life.

"Ok, can we take some breaths together? Nice and slow. You're ok. You're safe."

You try to breathe, and eventually your chest opens up a bit. You open up your mouth to talk, but suddenly it's all mush. You sit together in silence for a bit. Speaking is too difficult. You click the phone onto speaker, and try to make your way back to bed.

"I'm right here baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

You manage to groan out a response, pulling your blanket over your shaking body. Another sob escapes your lips, and you wrap your arms around your middle, pretending that you are anywhere else, that you are anybody else, that you have your boy with you.

"I'm so proud of you, you're so brave, can we keep taking some deep breaths? Just copy me."

You listen to his breathing through the phone and try to copy it, the pressure in your throat easing slightly.

"I love you so much. And I'm home so soon. So soon."

"Yeah. Not soon enough." A shaky inhale, a shaky exhale.

"Do you want me to sit with you for a bit? I can be quiet, or I can talk, whatever you need honey."

He is so patient. He is so kind. The first time he saw you have one of these, he sat in the dark in complete silence with you for threehours.

"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

And so he does. He talks about what you will do when he gets back. He talks about hearing you in all of his songs, and how he can't wait to hold you.

"I need you to come home soon, Lu. I think I'm fading again. I can't sleep. I need you."

He hears the tremor in your voice, your desolate tone, your sniffles, your slight stutter. He feels his heart break in two, knowing that he isn't there to hold you, to put you back together and smooth your skin.

"I know baby. Not long now, and I'm all yours for as long as you need, okay?"

"Okay. I'm really tired. Can you sing to me?"

And he doesn't hesitate. You swear you can hear the slight smile in his voice,

"Always."

"Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me ,there's so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day"

His voice is sweet. His words linger in your head and your eyes drift closed.

"Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this, my dear since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time"

Your heart feels warm. You know that it will not be easy. You know that the next two weeks will be hard. But you know that you will see him soon. And you know that you can live when you're with him.

"You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time"

[lea-noah]

it hurts

"I saw true happiness in your eyes as you looked at her and I knew then. I will never be her. I could never make you this happy. I will never be enough. There's no feature of us. Beside you, there's no place for me, yet I selfishly believed I would. I was sure I would... we would. I realized at last, that it was all I ever wanted. I didn't think... It hurts. It hurts too much."

obikin edit from Across the Stars series made by l e a n o a h | # 1 | # 2 | # 3 | # 4 | # 5 | # 6 | # 7 beautiful obikin fanarts by @mandhos pin | deviantart c | 19. 01. 2024

The lockscreen Version. 👇 Free to use and share (please credit or link) Thanks.

fanart : @mandhos overlays : bulletseditions Carllton textures : chimiyaa Lilith-trash Legilia Rosesylla desianawu

[annab-nana]

anna! list E for fluff, 3 8 12 of course with jj, i love him so much 😭

ps: i'm sorry about sending these all at once, i don't want to get busy later and forget to send anything before the deadline next weekend 😭

- 🕯

you got it sweetheart! and don't worry about it! i loooove getting spammed with requests so it's okay :)

warnings: not proofread, ever so slightly suggestive

❀ masterlist ❀

"can i sleep over? please?" you asked jj when you looked up at him from where your head rested in his lap. you knew he'd say yes, but you tacked on the last bit for good measure.

"i don't even know why you're asking," the blond responded, a hand running over your head. "john b isn't even here, but if he was, he'd be cool with it too." john b was over at sarah's to "study", but you and jj both knew there was going to be more than just studying going on.

“i wonder how studying is going for them,” you joked when reached for jj's phone—it was the closest considering yours was charging in his room—to check the time. you were about to comment on how late it was when you noticed something else. "am i your lockscreen?"

"you, uh," jj's cheeks flushed into a light rose shade when he grabbed the phone from your hands, "you weren't supposed to see that."

"it's cute, j," you said before pressing a quick kiss to his warmed cheek. "i think i’m going to head to bed. 'you coming or what?"

"i'll be there in a bit."

you gave him a nod and made your way to his room. after you changed clothes and slipped into bed, you knew it wouldn't be much longer before you fell asleep, but you wanted to wait for jj.

"hey," jj called to you, "have you seen my hoodie?"

"noo," you mumbled into the pillow to seem less suspicious. jj couldn't really even see you in the darkness of his room. the only light came from the small bit of moonlight peeking through the window.

he stopped momentarily looking through the pile of clothes that sat in the chair in the corner and turned to you. "you're wearing it, aren't you?"

"maybe." his chuckle sounded throughout the room before you heard his footsteps get closer and the bed dip behind you.

"you're adorable, you know that?" jj muttered into your ear when he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer to him.

"you may have mentioned it once or twice."

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[pookasluagh]

Since the last chapter ended up such a big cliffhanger, I’ve posted Chapter 25 (The Tower) of This Phantom Life much quicker than normal.

Excerpt: Crowley struggled to reconcile the monster in his memory with the concern in Fletcher’s voice, but at least his body started moving again. The two of them wrestled a now-unconscious Ana into an alcove where they could prop her in a corner. “Thanks,” Crowley said, his voice rusty. “Was trying to get her home.”

“You dropped your phone.” Before Crowley could protest, Fletcher had picked up the mobile. The screen was spiderwebbed with cracks but still came to life. The lockscreen photo was from his night at the pub with Zee, taken by Hestia as the two of them kissed. Fletcher’s face darkened. “So you were cheating on me. Figured.”

Crowley fought against the stiffening of his muscles. He used to be able to do this—relax, reassure, pretend. After that last time, though… His body wouldn’t cooperate. His brain kept tossing unhelpful memories at him. Vomiting on Zee’s bed. The x-ray technician apologizing for how much the procedure hurt. The spindly black stitches holding together his leg and the sting of antiseptic on an open wound. “Never cheated,” he mumbled. “Only met him after I left.”

“Sure.” Fletcher dropped the mobile deliberately, letting it smash on the pavement again. “You were always a terrible liar.”

***** TWs for Ch 25: descriptions of past DV, present day interrupted SA

Fic: Zee (Aziraphale) Marsh is a widowed hermit who secretly writes bestselling romance novels under the pseudonym Bella Swansea. His life is rigorously controlled until his new downstairs neighbor arrives. Anthony Crowley causes something to come alive in Zee that he hasn't seen in over twenty years, but Crowley brings with him some of his own very dark secrets. // Human AU, E rating.

[grimdarkfandango]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

got tagged in an ask meme by @saltedpin thank you!!! I love oversharing on the internet!!!

3 Ships you like: god. okay. be cruel then.

Winter/Kitten - yes we're leading with OCs deal with it SOMETIMES you take a beloved archetype pairing, reshape them like silly putty, put them in separate dnd games, and spend four years running continuous RP with a partner in multiple different au variations because they are perfect actually (shout out to @andromeda-reinvented for literally keeping me sane and fed :prayer emoji:)

Kitten is my husband and also my phone lockscreen and has never done anything wrong in his life (the murders are fine)

Songxue - this is the wizard behind the curtain of winter/kitten, but they are different for all that they're the same. otherwise, uh. see above for all other applicable details lmao

Endhawks - the DRAMA the DILFYNESS the LEGEND look all of my pairings need a certain level of unhealthy devotion and self-sacrifice and not to spoil the current manga chapters for anyone but [blood seeps from my mouth as I start screeching incoherently] anyway yeah big man hot little guy feral

Ganlink - hey riley why are you putting an unnecessary fourth pairing, did you think we weren't already very clearly aware of your type here. no. okay. sure. big man hot little guy feral!!!!!

First Ship Ever: oh god bro I don't know if I have the memory details for that. the first ships I remember going and reading fic for were bandom (*nsync, JC/Lance, yes you heard me) or probably good old gundam wing 1x2, despite having seen approximately none of the show lmao

Last song you heard: Nightmares by the sea - jeff buckley when I started / The life I was missing - flannel graph when I finished (all off my Winter playlist. it's 12hrs long)

Favourite childhood book: I was one of those advanced reader kids who turned up my nose at kids books and for many years almost exclusively read sf/f off dad's bookshelf, which is a long way of saying it was the full ten book run of the belgariad and the mallorean, which I would reread twice a year between the ages of 9-16

is it my favourite now? god no. but I cannot deny what shaped me

Currently Reading: I just started the first Dragonlance book so, I guess, some things don't change

Currently Watching: everything currently airing on Dropout, also The Expanse (finally)(slowly)(I like it too much to binge I think)

Currently Craving: D I N N E R

Tagging: HMMMM ok @andromeda-reinvented, @bigneonglitter, @oldcoyote, @prairie-grass, and anyone else who wants to just say I tagged u!!!

[fluffyprettykitty]

judge me based on my: lockscreen, homescreen, pinterest board, and the last song i listened to!

Tagged by @psychedelic-ink ❤️

Tagging (no pressure!) :@that-sarcastic-writer @writing-for-marvel @eupheme @e-dubbc11 @rae-gar-targaryen @tarrenterror25 @imyourbratzdoll @outerspacious @obiknights @pearlsofme @stargirlfics @darsynia @fenharel-enaste, @galatially

[eightyonekilograms]

It took like 10 years but iOS finally has widgets that are competitive with what you can get on Android (widgets were first introduced to iOS several versions ago but they sucked ass, then in iOS 16 they were somewhat-usable, and now in iOS 17 they're actually good), and I finally have a phone homescreen/lockscreen widget situation I'm happy with.

What's pretty cool is that Sonoma now lets you run any phone widget on your desktop as well, which might finally fix my longstanding widget problem.

Widgets on desktop operating systems, for me at least, is like the eternally-arriving disappointment. I feel like I've been trying to use them in one form or another since the 90s, and they've never worked out. I tried the OS-native widgets on both early OS X and Windows Vista, I tried Rainmeter (remember when you got forum e-penis points by having the coolest-looking Rainmeter setup that?), I tried Gnome Extensions, I tried these little webviews that you pinned to your desktop, and always ended getting rid of them. I think the reason why is twofold:

The maintenance question never got solved — people would make a widget, and then it became abandonware so as soon as the upstream API changed/broke, it was useless.

Some of the stuff I want widgets for is system info, but a lot of it is tied to particular products or services, and if they didn't make their own widget (and why would they), you were stuck. If you got lucky, hackers would make their own using the API, but then you were back to problem 1 above.

But when you can add phone widgets, both of these are basically solved, since the widgets are usually maintained by megacorps with enough interest in keeping them functional. So now I at last have a desktop widget situation I like as well.

[sappholovesemily]

I was tagged by @my-newest-anime-daydream for my lockscreen, last song I listened to, last picture I saved and a selfie.😊

So I'm tagging: @birdamnesiadetective @caseyslappedyouintheface @vallahisenbiliyorsun @vampiirking @wizardwinterwolf @reunite-in-darkness @s-o-u-t-h-o-f-h-e-a-v-e-n-69 @theashenone @isabhell-becker @hyacinth-meadow @the-ghost-of-jetstream-tormod @vvitchy-succubus @kladivonacarodejnice @a-human-cryptid @infestation-of-silence @env0 @elagantcat @the-raven-that-refuse-to-sing @solomonar-culbec @thenighteternal @david-tyrannosaurus-rex-thomas @professorbard

[authormars]

🌼📷

🌼- What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"You have to hire the raptor" or "What is she, an e-girl?" To my dad

📷 - What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Lockscreen:

Homescreen:

[jenemattarderaipas]

Tagged by @that-wanton-housewife to post your lockscreen, last song you listened to, last photo you took, and last image you saved. Except for the lockscreen I assume (Yes, I was tempted)

I will not tag @idleblatherings since I am already too late. @sickest-saddest-worldliest , @d-o-u-x-p-i-m-e-n-t, feel like playing ?

[bookworm-with-coffee]

For the ask game🫶

📷🎵😏💛

B)

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

AJSJSNSB a collage I slaved over that is filled with pics of me and my besties irl on our adventures 🥺❤

🎵 Last song you listened to?

I T H I N K it was "I Am Shay Patrick Cormac" by Elitsa Alexandrova???? Not sure

😏 Are you on discord? 

No, bb!! So sorry!! I've considered getting it, but I hardly have time for that. So— *Simon Cowell voice* it's a no from me 😭🤣❤

💛 Do you have any piercings?

YES! Call me basic, but I only have one piercing in each ear. I L O V E rotating various studs/rings tho. Thanks for asking 🥰❤

Hope these answered your questions, BB!! Thank you so much for asking! 🥰❤❤🫂

[lea-noah]

never forgive me

"Master, please never forgive me. Master, Hate me. Kill me. [anything] please..."

obikin edit from Across the Stars series made by l e a n o a h | # 1 | # 2 | # 3 | # 4 | # 5 | # 6 | # 7 one of my favourite (heartbreaking again 😭) obikin fanart ❤️❤️❤️ by @mandhos pin | deviantart c | 09. 01. 2024

The lockscreen Version. 👇 Free to use and share (please credit or link) Thanks.

fanart : @mandhos overlays : Carllton textures : erinaeErae psd : ciaracoloring

[ inspired/based on ]

Guilt. There’s no other feeling more human than guilt. Nothing can expose the human flaws, its own confines better than guilt. For only then, you’re made aware of your human condition. The utter misery and absurdity of it. [...] No, you must have everything, given everything you ever could wish for, power, fame, luck, love, have the world at your knees or thinking yourself above it all, above death itself, above everyone, for only you have the right to have it all and do whatever you want with it. You are free, you are able and justly entitled to decide what should or shouldn’t happen, what is your own, who is yours and belongs to you. For you are none other than Anakin Skywalker. The one and only Chosen One this galaxy had ever known, the legendary Jedi, the “Hero with No Fear” every being in this galaxy has heard about, fearless since the famous hero forgot he’s just a human. He didn’t forget. He acted like he did, because it was easier. It was easier to live in the illusion of him being invincible, ‘cause otherwise… he would remember what he really is, like when his mother died. A human. No, less still. A small pathetic weak human and he knew it then. Fear. Even with him still having his cherished “all”, he threw himself to gain even more. To get more admiration, more recognition, more honor, praise, love… but most of all, power. Only more power, the supreme power could face his fears. Could crush it. Erase it forever. Wipe out this annoying defect blemishing his existence. He’s no ordinary human. He’s above it. For he has it all and can have even more. Yes, he can. He will… it’s what he thought.

He never actually asked himself why was he offered so much?! Why was he given everything that made him feel important, feel wanted, feel…happy. Oh, the answer is never simpler. Because it will make a karking good show of watching him lose it all. It will be so much satisfying to see everything he had, crumble before his very eyes, no, better yet, blasting it all with his own hands, will it not? Falling to degraded mindless scug, no, even lower, for he became nothing more than a slave…willingly. To Palpatine, to power, to fear. He threw away anything left human in himself because he was afraid to live as one. Anakin Skywalker would have been dead to the world and to himself foremost, since to think himself alive, to call himself with that name again, would mean to accept everything he did. Everything he destroyed. Everyone he killed. At last, accept he is only a human or even less, for he can change nothing. He’s helpless. He can’t erase his deeds or revive the ones he killed. He can’t ask forgiveness from the loved ones he betrayed, as he never will be forgiven. He has no right to be forgiven. He may die for the world, for the whole galaxy, save it, save every living soul on it. He may burn alive for them, let his screams of pain entertain them, let his blood wash the dirt on their soles, let his tears choke a whole flaming river, let his knees grow in stone and it still wouldn’t be enough. It will never be. And this he knows now, it’s what is called guilt. His guilt. To want to do all of that only to lessen it. A fraction. A scrap. A breath lighter to take in, a tad less feeling like rotten sand are filling his lungs. Like the air carries screams of whom he slayed. He’s dying. That’s what humans do. Worse yet, as he’s doing it himself, slowly, oh, so very slow, with every taken breath, with every strangling beat his heart dares to pound. His body knew of pain that nearly wiped out his mind with its intensity, however even that paled beside what his guilt feels for him now. And it gets worse. Since he is given it. A second chance. Warmth. Love. Trust. Happiness if he chooses to forget everything. He’s given so much, more than he ever had… and with every small smile, warm hand or caring gaze he’s gifted with, everything that Obi-Wan gives him, with it Anakin Skywalker dies. His guilt is killing him, and the slashes are getting heavier, sharper, unbearable more. For he understands he doesn’t deserve any of it. He can’t have it. He shall not. He was not forgiven. He will never be.

| Chapter 24 "Guilt and Peace" from "Chosen: from the Ashes" by lea noah

[telomeke]

tag game ♡ rules: post your lock/home screen, the last song you listened to, and the last picture you saved!!

Ooh, thanks for the tag @airenyah!

What's my phone lockscreen? It's this cool 2016 Yamaha YZF-R6:

I don't ride a bike, and it never appealed to me in the past. But there's just something about this 60th anniversary bumblebee design that I find hard to resist. Not planning to get one, ever (it's better for the environment to use public transport, I don't need one, etc etc.), but still a guy can dream.

The last song I listened to was one that came out of the blue, and it was @markpakin who alerted me to it! (Not tagging you for the game though because you already played right? 😁) And you know the song too @airenyah – it's Stand By หล่อ that the My School President boys sang at the MSP Prom Night concert. But I've been listening to the New Country version, or more specifically, watching their dance video for it (over and over) on YouTube:

Gotta love a song that starts with the word "Donut" – I can't think of any other! 💖 Plus the choreography is mesmerizing and the execution is flawless. I'm particularly impressed by the dancing of the blond guy (Mbow Pantakan, wearing a top that looks a bit like Ink's in Bad Buddy at Ep.4 [3I4] 0.55 😍), as well as that of Guitar Nathaaek (in the checked sweater). Also I can't help thinking Tintin Jarasrawee (in the grey and white hoodie) looks kind of like Korn in Bad Buddy. As always everything leads back to BBS for me!

The last photo I saved is a little mundane:

The groceries I ordered arrived with a glass jar (containing my favorite freeze-dried coffee granules) shattered by the delivery process. So I took this photo as proof to accompany my request for a refund. Such a waste of good coffee, but the shards of glass are so well mixed in there's no salvaging anything from that jar, unfortunately. And I'm sore about it because I drink a lot of coffee.

I dunno who else to tag! So just doing this off the top of my head – @colourme-feral, @crzshaly437, @seeking-moonscapes, @non-binarypal7, @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @waitmyturtles, @miscellar, @dribs-and-drabbles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @respectthepetty, @theheightofdishonor, @lovelyghostv, @grapejuicegay, @transpran, @e-the-village-cryptid, @7nessasaryevils. All people I've been following avidly. Your posts have brought me so much joy! 😍 Feel free to ignore if you don't want to play or have already played, and anyone else whom I've not tagged but who follows me please feel free to play too so I can get to know you better! 💖 I feel bad at not following so many people back but I can barely cope with the dashboard feed as it is. 😰

[hisfearlesshaz]

Thanks for the tag @nothing-stays-the-same !!

Lockscreen: a pic I took last month of a tree two streets down my dad’s house :)))

Last song played: Mark chapman… dude I heard it live and it SLAPS (i listened to it at least ten times a day since the last show)

Last picture saved: pic from here, wanted to send it to a friend but didn’t

Last picture takenn: near my house in Milan (which is considered to e in a not-so-safe area)last night at 2:30am

(I’m sorry if there are some typos but tumblr doesn’t let me see what I’m writing!!! If the text is white I just see it black like the backgrounds 🙃 and I’m too lazy to change it to other colours and then back to white)

Tagging @ddeerr @heartshaped-lou @blushingpizza @beingtransrocksactually @writtenalloveryourface28 :)))))

(This is what I see as I’m typing ⬇️)