#eugh i was a mess today

[randomravager]

dude I hate being antisocial whenever im overwhelmed like im avoiding all human contact sitting in a corner with all my work around me like some sort of demonic summoning circle getting up in the middle of class to “go to the bathroom” which is code for walk around in circles and go full on flappy hands and then I feel bad because ive been pushing off my friends but like socializing and being a blubbering whiner is NOT something I have any energy reserves available for

[medicasino]

ive just accepted im just never going to fit cleanly into any label or community ever

[bitterpngs]

i don’t think i’ve cried over schoolwork this semester but it’s never too late to start 👆🏼

[relto]

i hope miss impatient is happy that i rushed things a bit today and closed 15 minutes before the official end. though tbf this group seems to be faster on the uptake than my early wednesday group and should be fine with it.

[heizlut]

Insufferable part 1

cw: none

tags: switch fem!reader, switch!scaramouche, oral (m!recieving)

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Scaramouche is so annoyed when you approach him, scowling and mentally preparing himself for whatever bullshit you might spout as you usually do when you pop in for a visit, “What the hell do you want?”

You waltz towards him with a stupid grin on your face. Why were you always so damn happy all the time? “I was bored!” you beam at him. He grimaces, “Eugh… go bother Childe instead. I don’t have time for this today.” You raise an eyebrow and look at the room around him, “But you’re not doing anything?” Scaramouche scoffs and rolls his eyes, “That doesn’t mean I wasn’t about to be busy, you pest.” You wave him off dismissively and flop down on the couch, “Scara, have you ever had a girlfriend?”

His eyes widen as he looks at you, “Excuse me? Why would I even want such a thing?” He pauses then adds, “There is nothing in human relationships for me to desire or appreciate.” You look a little amused as you meet his eyes, “Oh yeah? Well I think it’s painfully obvious that you want affection and that you’re so clearly touch-starved.”

Scaramouche’s blood begins to boil, “I do not have those weaknesses. I am a being that has risen past the superficial limitations of humanity. And if you think I'm still chained to human desires like this affection nonsense you're obsessed with, you are sorely mistaken.” You cover your mouth, trying hard to contain your laughter.

He grits his teeth and lowers his voice, “What’s so funny…” You lower your hand, having a slight smile, “It’s just.. you wouldn’t be talking like this if you were still like your old self. You used to crave being around humans and wanted to form bonds-” Scaramouche cuts you off, striking the table beside him with his hand as he raises his voice, “I am no longer Kunikuzushi! Kunikuzushi is gone. There is no part of him that remains within me whatsoever!” You rise from your seat and approach him, unfazed by his outburst, “Are you sure about that?”

He clenches his fists tightly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to get into a physical altercation with you, "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you." Your features light up and your lips curl into a teasing smirk, "What? You gonna kiss me to shut me up?" Scaramouche scrunches his nose, "I would never..." You carry on with your teasing, "Oh that's right... You've never kissed anyone before have you?" He blushes furiously at your words, wanting to deny it even though you weren't wrong, "I..I don't have a desire for such a thing." Scaramouche turns his head away from you only for you to place a finger under his chin and redirect him back to you. He looks into your eyes, feeling his chest tighten as you give him a little smile and lower your tone, "Are you sure about that...."

Scaramouche is lost in your gaze for a moment before he finally breaks the tense eye contact and steps away from you, "Are you done now?" You smirk and then let out an overly-dramatic sigh, "Hmm, guess I'll go to Childe instead~" That gets his attention, his gaze snapping back over to you as you slowly make your way to the door, "W-wait... Childe?" You grin at him from over your shoulder, "Uh-huh, you told me to go bother him instead, remember?~" He fumbles over himself as his mind races for his next words. You breathe out a small laugh as you notice his behavior, "Aww do you actually want me to stay?" His cheeks heat up again as his expression twists back to annoyance, "No! ...I mean..." Scaramouche releases a deep breath when you raise an eyebrow at him, looking at him expectantly, "Use your words." Your command stirs something inside of him and he relents, "Fuck... Just stay..."

You turn back to face him once more, a devious look on your face, "Ask nicely." He runs his tongue across his teeth, so fucking annoyed that you're turning him into a mental mess, "Stay here...please." Your smile grows as you saunter back to him, "See that wasn't so hard now was it?" Scaramouche glowered at you and crossed his arms, "What is your end goal here?" You tilt your head a little and give an innocent smile, "I told you I was bored. I'm just having a little fun~" He rolls eyes, "You're idea of fun is pestering and flirting with me?" You look quite entertained by his words, "Me flirt with you? You'd like that wouldn't you.." Scaramouche's expression hardens, "I most certainly would not. You think I enjoy flirtation and teasing advances? Hah!"

You look him up and down, looking devious as ever, "I'd say so since only a couple minutes ago you got flustered and your cheeks got all red." He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, "Do you ever shut up?" You give a dopey smile, "Nope!" Scaramouche narrows his eyes at you, "Just tell me what you want." "A kiss", you answer immediately, still with that same smile on your face. He blinks, taking in your boldness, "Excuse me?" Your eyes go half-lidded when you look to him, "You heard me. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to finally be kissed?" He rolls his eyes again, "That is not something I need to accomplish..." You place your hand on his chest and give him an alluring look, "Come on~ I'll teach you how." His brows drew together, "How does someone t-"

His words are interrupted by the feeling of your soft lips on his and your body caging him against the wall. His cheeks burn red when he realizes what's happening. Scaramouche was about to push you away until he felt you gently bite at his bottom lip and then swipe at the same spot with your tongue. He groans softly into the kiss, making his lips part a little more, granting your tongue access to his mouth. Your tongue smoothes against his as your lips move in a slow rhythm. Just as Scaramouche was about to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, you pull away. He leans forward, eyes half-lidded as he chases your lips. You laugh softly at the the needy look on his face and he quickly scrunched up his face, blushing heavily, "That's not fair... I wasn't done..."

"Then use your words and tell me what you want", your tone low and teasing. Scaramouche pulls you close to him, looking at you with desire and a hint of frustration, "I want you to kiss me again." "Good boy", you drawl as you press your lips to his again. His cock throbs in its confines from your praise and he kisses you back feverishly. Your lips move together with haste and passion. Your body pressed hard against him, feeling his bulge against you. You smirk against his lips and roll your hips against his, making his eyes snap open in shock. Scaramouche tries to separate from the kiss only for you to bite his lip once more. You give one more kiss before leaning back just enough that his panting breaths mingled with yours, "Someone seems to be enjoying this~"

He opens his mouth to protest only for his words to morph into a husky groan as you roll your hips against this bulge once again, "W-what're you doing..." The corners of your lips curl up as your hand trails down his body, stopping right before you reach his aching cock, "I'm just having fun..." Your palm rests on his bulge and you squeeze with just enough pressure that draws a hiss from him as his eyes shut tight. "Does your cock need some attention?", you ask with that teasing lilt in your voice that frustrated him to no end. Scaramouche felt so humiliated but so desperate for something he never experienced before, "Please..." You let out a satisfied hum as you kneel down in front of him and tug down his pants. His cock springs forward, twitching with anticipation. You look up at him, catching his lustful and dazed expression.

You wrap your fingers around his length and begin to pump it languidly, running your thumb across his slit to rub the clear pre cum around the head of his cock, "So leaky already, how cute~" Scaramouche's nose scrunches at your teasing, wanting to tell you to shut your mouth, but he can't trust what may come out of his mouth. You stick your tongue out and lick at his slit, letting the salty taste of his arousal fill your senses. HIs hands fly to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair at the overwhelming sensation, "Fuck... Please... More" You look amused as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head and without warning, you wrap your lips around his length and begin to suck.

The pathetic whimper that comes from Scaramouche is so embarrassing. HIs cheeks burn bright red, trying to comprehend how such a noise came from him. His thoughts are interrupted when you take his full length and swallow, having your throat constrict around his cock made his grip your hair tighter. Your tongue licks the underside of his cock as you move your mouth up to his tip and suck. Another embarrassing moan falls from his lips and begins to thrust his hips forward, desperately wanting to fuck your mouth. His needy behavior amused you, so you allowed him to feel in control for this moment. Scaramouche's thrusts are sloppy as he facefucks you; no longer caring about all the whiny noises he keeps making. You hollow your cheeks whenever it's just the tip between your wet lips, making the sensation absolutely wild for him.

His hips stutter and his cock swells; you know he's about to cum. With this knowledge, you take his length as deep as you can and tighten your throat around him yet again. Scaramouche cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he keeps his grip on your head. He empties his load, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat which forces you to swallow immediately, lest you choke. HIs grip finally relaxes and you pull back off of his cock, coughing slightly and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Scaramouche looks down at you with a glassy-eyed look and one corner of his lips upturned in a lazy smirk, "Too much for you?" You bark out a laugh as you rise to your feet, "I wasn't the one making all those high-pitched noises~" He rolls his eyes, slumping back against the wall, "Whatever. I bet you make those noises too." You give a sly smile, "Only under the right circumstances.." He raises an eyebrow, straightening up, "And what circumstances would those be?" You look him up and down and then smirk, "Guess you'll have to let me bother you later and you might just find out."

Scaramouche's eyes trail you closely as you leave the room. He lets out a breath and tugs his pants back up then threads his fingers through his hair that was now damp with sweat. If he could feel like this every time your insufferable self came to annoy him, maybe he could get used to your little routine. Besides, maybe, just maybe, he could keep you for himself and give into silly delusions of affection that he swore he would never let affect him again.

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a/n: i finally caved and wrote a fic for scarapookie

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara × Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: mention of smut, 18+, no minors, angst , cheating , mention of heavy themes as su1c1de, depress1on and anx1ety, fluff.

Summary: at your own wedding you discover that your own husband is cheating on you. This leads you in a spiral of anger and desperation , until your husband's best man notices that and decides to take matters into his hands.

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"smile! Today it's your day!" Your sister says with a fake smile covering her clearly annoyed face by your attitude. " you can at least try , everybody is here for you , for the bride! You can't walk around with that face". To please her you try your best to on bright smile , but it only results in a grimace of wrinkles. She sighs in defeat." Go upside to the bedroom and try to fix this issue " she gives you a weak smile and with her hand points to the stairs.

You start walking towards them , trying to pass through the sea of guests.

Everything is fine

Everything is fine

Everything is fine

Everything is f-

"Y/N!Honey!" You recognise the voice and you continue to walk , until a figure of a man comes in your eyesight. It's your husband. He is sweating, all messy , he looks like he has just run a marathon.

"You don't look well.Can we go to a private place and tal-"

You push him aside , your face looks dead, like nothing could care for you

"Y/N!" He tries to make you stop but anything by grabbing your wrist. Everybody around started staring at the two of you. He notices this and gets heavily embarrassed."You should smile. You are prettier when you do it". He spit these words with such venom and anger, there was no tender behind them.He leaves your wrist and watches you taking the stairs still annoyed by your mood.

He heads outside , where he meets his best man : Miguel O'Hara.

The two met at work, they become rather quickly friends by spending mostly time at the labs , talking about interdimensional travelling. During a New years night you got the chance to meet him: it was a month before your wedding you , your friends and a small group of your husbands were in Florence, there everybody drank a little too much and quickly enough you found yourself alone in a bar with your husband's best man. He was cold and looked at you with a rather pissed off face, so , sinché he cut all the time your small talk, you decide to leave , but in the moment you stand up , your knees went weak and you almost fell on the ground , if it weren't for Miguel huge hands that quickly wrapped around your waist before anything could happen. Soon enough he was escorting you to the hotel. Here you got a chance to look at him even better.

Good you didn't know if was the alcohol or anything, but he was gorgeous. You were so hypnotizided by his features that you didn't realise that you were in your bedroom, until he pulled you up bride style and laid you on the bed , putting on you a blanket. "If you need anything call me alright? I'm sleeping in the next room. Okay, muñeca?" You blushed by the sweet nickname, thank god half of your face was under the blanket. He gave you a sweet smile and got out.

At the time you didn't know that that night would become your best and worst of your life till now.

" do you have to smoke?" Your husband asks. " No, you know I don't use that kind of thing" Miguel sounded irritated. He knows what was happening and felt an asshole for doing nothing to prevent this situation. "Eugh...what a mess of day. I hate weddings. Have you tasted the risotto? It was horrible and I'm exhausted talking to everybody , can they leave alone for a moment.." he continues to complain. Everything he says enters in Miguels right ear and goes out from his left. He couldn't care less. " also that bitch of y/n is acting strangely, going around like we are at a funeral. She should be more grateful for everything I gave to her and I did to h- Miguel?" That's it, he had enough, Miguel started walking in park in front of the luxurious house, his blood was boiling, in that moment he swears that if he heard another word falling from his friend about you , he would have killed him.

Friend? Miguel was thinking to himself.

In the last period he started becoming more distant to his friend, since what happened that night in Florence. Heading back to his room he heard your husband in the room in front of him screaming someone else's name with moans and groans, then a female voice came to his ears, the voice of one of his friends. He got in the room quickly and tried to not think about it, to shove it inside him , but he couldn't. He thought about you , how you didn't deserve such a thing as you appeared to him as a nice person, maybe he didn't know you enough , maybe the situation was more complicated. Eventually he spent more time with you and this only worsened the situation: you were such an interesting woman with a complex personality; you didn't smile a lot, but liked making sarcastic jokes and the few times you showed true happiness , you were glowing ,engulfed by the feeling, that you actually craved , when the others thought the opposite. Most of the time you were immersed in your own thoughts, some people would judge you as pessimistic , but still though kind and caring.

You could never have done something to his friend on purpose and you could never have cheated on him how he did to you one month prior to your wedding.

"Do you think it suits me?" You looked at Miguel in the mirror. He was speechless by your beauty: you were dressed in a divine white dress. He nodded "Nunca he puesto los ojos en una cosa más hermosa, muñeca" he whispered. Miguel you know I don't know Spanish!"

"I could teach it to you" he smirked.

"CieRtaMente" you said with the worst accent.

He left out a feeble laugh.

Before he could have said anything else , he was interrupted by your parents and friends opinions on the dress which led you to choose another one, less beautiful,but you still remained so divine to him.

You looked excited with a few hints of anxiousness, but still he could see you were truly grateful for this chance the life gave you: being loved. Or at least thinking you were.The guilt he felt become with time more heavy.

How would you react to such news? How could he say it to you?

Would he ruin everything if he talked?

What right did he to be the one to spill everything?

A splash snaps him out of thoughts.

It has came from a small idyllic lake from near him. He didn't realise how far from the villa he walked.

Others splash like sounds come from the lake. Curiosity takes the lead of his brain and gets near.That's when shock and worry suppressed curiosity: you were covered by the layers of your dress, immersed in the cold waters with your eye closed, clearly unconscious, your lips purple, mouth semi open and your make up smudged, you looked incredibly peaceful; all around you fallen leaves and ninfe making it look like you were in a painting. Without thinking further he jumps in and,even though struggling with the layers of your dress, he catches you, taking you out of the water,then he gets out, carrying bridal style. He places you on the ground.

"Y/N!" He continues to scream your name meanwhile checking your pulse. He was panting: heavy breaths full of worry leaving his plump lips.

Seeyin you still unconscious, he leans in and your lips meet. He fills your lunges with his air and slowly you regain your consciousness. You grab his biceps and he leaves your mouth panting heavy. You miss his warmth and whine at the loss of it.

You two stare at each other, then Miguel breaks the silence:

"why?"

Thank you for reading!

Part 2 is out!

[imasimpforshanks]

one piece characters as random romantic dialogue

ft. zoro, ace, shanks, law, sabo, sanji

a/n: i don’t really know what this is but it’s what came to me after work today so here!!

“god i wish i could tell you what you are to me,” zoro whispers into the darkness of the room. he must think you’re asleep, because there is no way in hell he’d ever say something like that aloud. so to spare his feelings instead of speaking up you shuffle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist because although he cant tell you, you already know.

ace sat there watching you interact with the rest of whitebeard pirates as marco approached him. “i didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much,” ace laughs to his friend as he hears you drunkenly challenge whitebeard to an arm wrestling match, “it’s kind of scary.”

shanks watched with adoration as you wiped the sleep from your eyes, cooing as you stretched your arms above your head. “i don’t think i’ll ever get used to waking up next to you.” he whispers. “well good morning to you too” you smile, but then he pinches his nose feigning disgust, “eugh baby, your breath stinks!” and he can’t help the chuckle that escapes as you hit him across the face with your pillow, complaining ‘way to ruin the moment jackass!’

“it made me think of you” law says handing you the little souvenir key ring. “aww you were thinking about me?” you teased, “im never not thinking about you,” law responds instantly, catching the both of you off guard. and the pride he feels soon over takes the embarrassment of his display of affection as he sees you stumble over your words at his unexpected response, “i- o-oh… uh, thank you.”

sabo catches your reflection in the mirror; toothpaste still on your lips, t-shirt water stained and hair a mess. the words slip out before he even realizes. “i’m going to marry you someday.” you turn around looking at him like a deer caught in headlights, “im sorry?” he laughs, repeating “im going to marry you some day.”

from the moment you met he’s been saying it. repeating it like a mantra to make sure you know just how true it is. that’s why you simply smile as sanji takes your face in his hands, locks eyes with you and repeats it for the hundredth time that day “i love everything about you.”

[basu-shokikita]

Dethentines 2024 Day 1

Your OTP after AOTD

Sooo, I'm back at participating in MTL fandom events!! It's been a while but I couldn't miss a chance to spread my Skwistok propaganda once again. 💪

I actually had a whole entry prepared but I decided to scratch it and start over today because the voices told me to.....Anyway, as the prompt says, this one takes place after AOTD. More specifically, it happens after my Kloktober entry for what happens after AOTD. That said, it's not necessary to read that drabble, or any others before that, it's just a fun fact.

And because I started Kloktober with a drabble from Toki's POV, I'm switching things up to open Dethentines with a Skwisgaar POV. Enjoy~!

Skwisgaar’s eyes were on the TV, trying to focus on what  he was watching. It was a yellow press coverage about a man going insane and killing his entire family. However, as gruesome images presented themselves on the screen, Skwisgaar could hardly pay attention to them. 

His entire body was buzzing, vibrating. And he couldn’t tell if it was from anxiety or expectation yet. He glanced to his side.

Toki was sitting next to him, actually enraptured by the gorey footage and bouncing his feet excitedly. “Oh, wowee, he ams totallies losts his minds!” He exclaimed with a big grin on his face. “Drillings a holes into your families brain and everythings! Haha!”

“J-Ja…” Skwisgaar feebly agreed, more preoccupied with the marginal space between them, and the way Toki’s right hand was idly resting on his thigh.

It was hard to explain what their current situation was like. Skwisgaar was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he cared about Toki in a different way than he did with his other bandmates. A fine line had progressively been blurring out, from both sides. However, it wasn’t still quite explicit. The last thing either of them wanted was to rush into more uncharted territories.

And, embarrassingly enough, everything was so new for Skwisgaar. He was finding out there were worlds of difference between messing around with nameless, faceless women for decades and trying to carefully build something with someone he actually cherished. Someone with a name and a face, someone he couldn’t discard after one night. 

Someone that was already part of his life. 

They might be rockstars but they were just as experienced as a couple of middle school children when it came to actual relationships. Toki had always been more emotionally open and physically affectionate, though, so Skwisgaar felt at disadvantage. 

The very proof was his current struggle. He flexed his fingers ever so slightly, his eyes still on Toki’s hand. Slowly, he began lifting his own hand, when Toki used his to point at the screen. 

“A ropes with his owns gut!” He sounded impressed. “Reminds me of dis snuffs movies I seens sometime!” His hand dropped back on his thigh with a thud. 

“Eugh…” He tried to contribute to the conversation, clumsily returning his midair frozen hand to his side. “Remindks me of a case I reads abouts in Sweden.” He wasn’t sure his voice came out shaky or if it was just him.

“Reallies?” Toki turned to him and Skwisgaar almost regretted having said anything. He didn’t want Toki’s eyes on him right now. “Dat ams so brutals!”

“Ja…” Skwisgaar said, gaze on the TV. He felt his palms sweaty so he subtly rubbed them against his pants. “It ams was, eugh, veries famous back dens.”

“Cools!” Toki’s attention went back to the TV and Skwisgaar felt relieved. He glanced at Toki’s hand again and breathed in deeply, his own fist clenching in anticipation. It was painfully ironic that he, of all people, was having a hard time doing this. That renowned ladykiller Skwisgaar Skwigelf was having such a hard time trying to hold the hand of his rhythm-guitarist-brother-friend-and-something-else Toki Wartooth. Almost karmic, even.

Skwisgaar peered at Toki’s profile. He noticed the ample curvature of his lips, smiling while witnessing unspeakable violence behind a screen, his eyes wide open with interest, almost unblinking and the eventual wiggling of his nose, reminiscent of a bunny. It was bewildering how the same face he had seen for years could appear so different under other lights.

He bit his bottom lip reluctantly, wondering if he should let it slide and not ruin the moment.

No.

Impulsively, Skwisgaar placed his hand over Toki’s with one swift movement. His heartbeat was racing inside his chest and he could feel his pressure drop, his mind turning hazy as the blood abandoned his face. Skwisgaar closed his eyes and kept his hand in place. The voices from the TV went from background noise to muffled sounds.

He was expecting to hear something, surprise, discomfort or even rejection, but something nevertheless. And the seconds leading to it were excruciating. Instead, he felt Toki’s fingers lace around his gently and his eyes fluttered open with wonder.

Toki had stopped looking at the TV and was smiling at him softly. As he tilted his head to the side, his smile reached his eyes. And it almost felt like a forbidden sight, so Skwisgaar’s heart skipped a beat.

“Heys…” He said reassuringly. Then, he turned his palm up and squeezed Skwisgaar’s hand. It was warm and rough, the opposite of Skwisgaar’s. As if trying not to make a big deal out of it, he kept watching the TV, hands still merged together. 

Skwisgaar blinked, the blood returning to his face dramatically fast and turning it red. He wrapped his fingers around Toki’s hand and, slowly, the sounds of the TV returned to their regular volume. 

He glanced at Toki again, wondering if it was possible to preserve the feeling in his chest forever.

[skeleton-mischief]

Teeth

Just some Rus x Reader

CW: some suggestive stuff :-)

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"You're a weirdo, y'know that right?” “Shhh, I'm not! I'm just curious, is all!” “mhm,”

Rus’ response was promptly cut off at the feeling of your hands touching his mouth. He had sharp teeth, uniquely shaped in comparison to the others inside the home. And, since you both are so comfortable with one another, you asked to explore them. Little weirdo.

He felt your hands prying his lower jaw open, the pad of your thumbs pressing against the tip of each edge of each special tooth. Your eyes were wide as you tilted your head and adjusted his skull to your will, his jaw slack so as to not accidentally bite down on you. “Hold still,”

He hums but does not listen, his eyes averted as he feels his head leaning into your hands. “Hey, I said hold still,” He once again hums, muttering, “m’sorry,” He lied, of course, only to feel your eyes glaring up at him half-heartedly. You went back to looking at his teeth as you traced an outline on the golden tooth he had, your eyes dilated.

He couldn't help but focus on those eyes of yours, your face, your touch. He didn't want to admit that he was quite comfortable with feeling your hands so close to his mouth, so he kept that weird feeling down. You were so pretty, he was starting to blush more heavily now.

Your other hand placed itself on his shoulder, your grip there to not accidentally fall into him as he patiently sat on the couch and you stood over him. “So cool,” he heard you mumble, and he couldn't help but snort as his shoulders were jostled.

His phalanges, as sharp as they were, barely dug into your skin as he was careful to hold them in place. His tongue rolled out and bumped against the softness of your flesh, and Rus swore he felt you flinch. He wasn't going to be so bold as to mess with you completely like Cash would, but it was tempting. He was too shy to do that though, and instead he grinned when you recoiled with a look of partial disgust.

“Ewww!”

He felt his smile form into a wider one as he suppressed laughing, if not only a little bit. He liked to mess with you, at least a little. He leaned forward, faking out that he was going to lick your face as you yanked your face away. “What's the matter, darlin', hm? Ya don't want a little lovin?” “Eugh- you're gross-! Wait- ew, don't you dare-!”

He snorted, and he knew that he distracted you enough to not notice how he had almost got too excited. Too excited. When he finally managed to lazily pull you closer with ease, he had already rolled his tongue back as the smell of maple and cigarettes pooled around the two of you. “Sorry, m'sorry,” He laughed, even if he only partially meant it. He didn't want you too mad at him now.

You weren't even commenting as he pulled you to sit on his lap, which he found delightful. He quickly wrapped you up inside his large, black coat as he felt you adjusting to straddle his legs as he leaned back onto the couch. “No you're not,” You huffed, which only let him snicker as a result.

“Well I do mean it, darlin', I do,” He replied, arms looped around you as he clung onto you, feeling your face not quite lean on him entirely due to your suspicion that he would probably try to lick you again. “Liar,” “only a little,” He finally got you to laugh a little at that, seeing your chest deflate as you let go of your half-hearted disgust. He liked to see that smile of yours, the unique way your lips curved and the way your teeth bared slightly.

“I knew it,” you claimed, and he simply hummed as he felt your hands move to comfortably drape over his chest. He reached for the remote, quick to throw something on as his eyes drifted away from looking at you so intently. He was happy that you were spending time with him today after being so distracted from the others, and even if he originally planned for something different to happen, he was happy that he got you to finally relax with him. He was a simple skeleton after all, no?

[1vywr1tes]

Hi hello, it's good to see you're back and I hope you're doin well ! I was wondering if you could write a poly relationship between Catradora and the fem!reader who loves ceramics/pottery? Like, the reader often makes cute mugs, teacups and teapots, ceramic ornaments, etc, while Adora and Catra watch as she makes them and also the two of them try to make some pottery themselves from watching the reader do it? Thank you so much. :))

(Hihi! I'm doing well,I'm glad to be back and writing for She ra! And of course,that idea sounds so cutee!! If I wrote anything wrong about it tell me:3

Pottery date

Catradora x reader

Romantic

Female reader

Fluff

As the pottery machine turned,you stood in your studio working,fingers shaping out a cat shaped mug for one of your girlfriends Catra. You hummed softly,not hearing your studio bell ring as someone entered the door. "Hey cutie~" catra leaned on the counter with paint on it,while adora stood somewhere to not knock anything over. You turned your head,cheeks heating up "darlings!" You smile,turning your attention back to the pottery you were making to not mess it up. Catra and Adora walk to edge of the table to not disturb you,they watched your fingers work on the clay,softly and carefully shaping the tail of the cat. "Whatcha making?" Adora asked with curiosity.

"A cat mug!" You glance at catra,and her ears perk up,"why are you looking at me?" She blushed,her tail fuzzing up. Adora laughed "she's saying it's for you,kitty!" She smiled at catra. You giggled at catra,keeping an eye on your work "andd almost doneee! Oh would you two like to do some? Pleasee,it'll be fun I promissee" you beg as you motioned with magic to the two other pottery machines,catra blinked "do I have too?" She groaned out,adora gave a glare at her,a playful one "come in kitty,let's do it," she looked at your begging face, and sighed "fine. Let's give it a try!.." you smiled brightly at them. "Yayy!! I love you two so muchh!" You put the pottery on your shelf to dry. "I'll help you two! Adora can you pull your sleeves up? I don't want to get clay on your jacket," you told them,turning off your pottery machine and going to the table with the other two.

Your girlfriends went over,and you explained what to do,admiring them and watching them while you teach them "oh you two are doing so good!~" you compliment,making the two blushed "haha.. oh thanks.." adora replies,and catra just blushes not giving a reply. The dried clay on your hands chipped off slightly as you taught them,giving them tips as they slowly warmed up to the process. Adora making a small plate and Catra making a cup that went along with it. They were a little janky but it was their first ones. You set them on the shelves to dry,"now we wash our hands!" You went over to the sink,letting Catra and Adora wash their hands first,then you did. Catras tailed wrapped around your waist and you hugged her,adora hugging behind you.

"So... was this technically a date?" You ask,face still pink,with a small chuckle. Catra thinks for a minute,"yeah.. basically." Adora kissed your hair. "Hey,it was my turn to kiss her!" Catra poked adoras forehead "I'm sorry I had too,your just to cuteee,today was amazing,you have to admit kitty." Catra nodded "I actually kind like it. Besides the clay drying on your fingers part. Eugh."

[sillysarahsthings]

I hate Tumblr sometimes...

Had to redo this cuz it messed up.

So yeah remember that LJ fanfiction but it was @ellzilla 's take on it?

Here's a scene I managed to get from my friend so I drew it.

And eugh, the fanfiction itself is PRETTY ooc.

And a snippet of said fanfiction is under the cut so read at your own risk.

Jack sat down on a gravestone, he never went to the cemetery alone, but he needed to be away from Issac for a while, despite not feeling anything due to being made of stuffing, it hurts...not physically but emotionally, to know his own brother put his soul in a doll. That was just cruel, no matter of what his intentions were.

Jack sighed and rubbed his temples, what else could happen today that would make this any more difficult? He heard footsteps approaching him from behind, looking over his shoulder, thinking it was Issac, he saw a tall , pale woman standing there wearing a long purple cloak covered in gold embroidery, (raven who??) her face was hidden under her hood, "my, you look troubled... something on your mind?" She asked

Jack looked up at the person and blinked, who is this lady? Is she a real or an illusion? How does she know he's upset? it couldn't have been that obvious...

"uh..." Jack stuttered out.

The lady tilted her head as if she was confused, "Are you okay...? I'm not going to hurt you...or eat your soul..." she explained

Jack stood up and faced the girl,"What? No!" He said quickly "who are you? and why are you here?" He wondered

"My name is Miss Black...and I live here" she responded gesturing to a tower, it was surprising how Jack didn't even notice it before, maybe because he hasn't been paying attention, "now my turn...who are you, and what are you doing in my graveyard?" she questioned

Jack shrugged, "I am Jack...sorry if I trespassed." He apologized

Miss Black shook her head, "don't be silly...it's perfectly fine to come into my cemetery, I've had visitors before" she explained

Jack nodded, "So...why are you out here in the middle of the night?" Jack asked

She sighed, "It's nothing much, I enjoy stargazing..." she told Jack "care to join me?" She offered

Jack nodded, "if you're sure it's ok?" He asked.

Miss Black nodded and led Jack over to a stone bench next to her "Of course. It's beautiful" she said sighing at the moon above them.

"Yeah, it is" Jack agreed, he noticed that she hasn't smiled once since talking to him, despite the happiness clear in her tone, what a strange lady...

[c00kietin]

OKAYY I finally decided to write (and finish something) short about two of my ocs, Tenebris and Brittany!! There will probably be mistakes and I'm not the best at writing, but enjoy! :D

The ritual was ready.

Tenebris and the other hooded members of their cult gathered together in a ring. In the centre of them was a ring of a mixture of sticky, warm blood and embalming oils.

With everybody kneeling down and covering their faces with their palms faced out, Tenebris stepped forward and raised their hands full of red powder as they gazed upwards.

“Today, we are gathered here to...once more...attempt to communicate with our one true Lord, Obitus.” announced Tenebris, their voice echoing across the room. “We place our faith in Obitus.” everyone recited under their breath.

The leader took a deep breath.

“Lord, Obitus, ARISE!”

With that, Tenebris allowed the powder to seep out of their fingers and into the ring, and with the members chanting prayers it began to emit a scarlet smoke and a fiery heat. It was getting rather sweaty.

Slowly but surely, a tall, slim figure formed out of the smoke. As it all cleared away, Tenebris and the others finally were given the opportunity to speak to the one and only... “Wait. What.” Tenebris’ eyes widened. Who was this demon girl standing smack bang in the middle of their summoning ring?! It certainly wasn’t Obitus- or at least they hoped it wasn’t. The demon looked a little...cutesy to be an otherworldly overlord.

“Um...hi there!! Ooh, you guys look quite spooky, don’t cha?” she looked around curiously until she noticed Tenebris. She gasped and waved.

“Hi!! Oh my gosh I LOVE the hair!! It’s so long!” she dashed forward- abruptly tripped and got up- then held out her hand. Tenebris gave her a weird look and reluctantly shook her hand.

She gave their hand a hard shake, beaming a smile. “What’s your name- I’m Brittany! Oh, and what is this place? It looks really cool! Kinda dark, could use a little more lighting, bu-“ “TENEBRIS.” The cult leader interrupted Brittany, narrowing their eyes. “THIS is my...” should they tell her this is a cult? Would she freak out? She didn’t seem like she wanted to leave. Which was irritating. “...meetup! A club, yes yes...” Tenebris nodded slowly, attempting to smile somewhat normally.

Brittany tilted her head. “Really? Huh! I thought it was some kinda cult or something judging off the...y’know, vibes!” “Well, well uh- I mean, you’re not...wrong-“ they were rather surprised at how quick she could guess that.

“Really? Nice! I’ve never been in a cult place before-“ “Temple.”

“-Temple before, I mean, I’ve just never really been to anywhere religious because. Yeah.” She shrugged.

They stood in silence for a moment, and then  Brittany turned on her heels to greet the other members of the cult, who were at this stage completely and utterly baffled.

“Hi guys!! I’m Brittany, it’s so nice to meet you all even though I can’t see you very well! Is there a...light switch or anything here?”

One person turned around and pulled on a lever that was behind them, and a chandelier above them lit up. Tenebris shielded their eyes and looked away.

The demon smiled. “Okay, thanks dude- what is that?” she stared down at the blood ring she was accidently summoned from. All of her joy appeared to vanish from her face.

“That?” Tenebris looked at it too.

“It was supposed to be a way of communicating to the god that we worship Obitus-“ “We place our faith in Obitus.” The cult recited once more.

“- BUT it seems like we made an error. Well, not me, I can’t make errors but CLEARLY one of my minions messed it up.” Tenebris glared at the members.

“Ooh, okay- I was wondering why you summoned me! Summoning demons this way is so 4 centuries ago- and it’s kinda gross. Eugh.” Brittany didn’t like the sight of blood.

Tenebris pondered.

“Now, what do we do with you...Brittany...you could perhaps...JOIN us, as your demonic powers could bring far more strength! Oh, and it would be quite impressive to show off to the inferior cults! Yes, that’s genius!” they grinned devilishly.

“Wait, wait, wait! Powers? I, uh- don’t have a lotta them!” Brittany awkwardly chuckled. “I can...fly, kinda, but not much else. Do horns count?”

Tenebris face drooped with disappointment. “Really? No powers, at all? No magic, no shapeshifting, nothing, you know, IMPRESSIVE?” “Nope...Sorry!”

“...” they sighed. “What will we do with-“

Brittany had already ran off.

“Wh- PEOPLE! WHERE DID SHE GO?!”

They searched for the demon in a frenzy. What if she tampered with their things? What if she tampered with TENEBRIS’ THINGS?! NO-ONE tampers with Tenebris’ things!! “Guys!! You never told me you had FOOD!”

Brittany gleefully strolled back with a tray of cupcakes in hands- wait, cupcakes??

Tenebris was surprised- and confused- by this as well.

“Can I have one? Just one? Please?” she gave them puppy dog eyes.

“Where did you FIND them, you, you- you imbecile?!”

“Oh. The cute lil’ fridge in the small black room over there!”

The ‘small black room’ was actually Tenebris’ room. Of course, they snatched those off a girl scout who came to their temple earlier on!

“Aw, there’s only 6...that’s definitely not enough for all of us!” Brittany frowned as she looked around the room.

“Do you have more, Tennis?” “Tenebris.” “That’s what I said, right?” “No, YOU said- forget it. Give me those.” Tenebris took the box of cupcakes out of Brittany’s hands. She gasped.

“Come on! Can I PLEASE have one? I haven’t eaten in, like, hours!!”

“Will you leave if I give you one?” Tenebris raised an eyebrow. Brittany nodded. “Mhm!! Yep!”

Even though they didn’t want to, they handed Brittany a cupcake topped with chocolate icing. The cult leader hated chocolate.

Brittany squealed and spun around with delight. She must have really liked cupcakes.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, oh my gosh!! This looks so good!”

She swallowed it whole like a snake and smiled.

“And it tastes good too!! Okay, I’ll be on my way now! Maybe there’s a bus stop nearby or something...”  She took out her phone. Unfortunately, there was no signal.

Tenebris cleared their throat. “May Brittany be escorted out of the Obitus Temple?”

Three or four people gathered around Brittany and shuffled away, holding onto her arms. The demon waved a goodbye and left with them.

The cult leader rolled their eyes.

“That was...bizarre.”

They proceeded to take a cupcake out of the box and ate it crankily.

~~~

anyways I'm going to tag @oatyy-yy @meldelamel and. um. @averagetmntfan since I told them I was gonna write somethin a while back and @allmightyscroll-swag n @holdmyteaplease because it's oc related and I'm pretty happy with this :')

[sweetlysniffly]

Hayfever Haze

Fandom: Hell//uva B//oss

Summary: Mill//ie’s run out of hayfever medicine, and it’s got Moxx//ie’s in a bit of a daze.

A/N: Im sure if you follow me you know how much I say that I want Millie content, so I finally got off my ass and wrote a little something. This is like, my first full kink fic so bear with me. Both m&m have the kink in this fic btw, as per my headcanon. I might do a part 2 depending on if people like this or not so let me know what you think 💕

There were a couple things Blitz knew he could depend on whenever he walked into IMP. Loona doing anything but working, something heavy falling on Moxxie, and Millie's megawatt smile. One of those things was missing this morning.

"Mills?" Blitz called, only for his coworker to shush him with a finger to his lips.

"Sir, could you be any louder?"

"Well sure I can, Mox, but you'd have to buy me dinner first-

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "Eugh. Sir, I mean it. Look."

Moxxie turned Blitz's head to see Millie, sitting at the conference table in her typical spot, head down in her arms. Was she...crying? He couldn't hear any sobbing, and Moxxie would probably be all over her-

Blitz's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of snoring. He watched as Millie's head turned and the sound became less muffled.

"Normally I'd say something about not paying you to sleep on the job-

"Sir, we don't have a client today-

"Shut up, Mox! Can't you see your wife is trying to sleep? Now, I was going to say that normally I'd say something but she...doesn't look too good."

Blitz was right. The position Millie passed out in didn't look especially comfortable, especially for her neck. Her nose and eyes were flushed red, and her mouth was slightly agape as she slept. There were crumpled-up tissues on the table around her and floor at her feet, and a red gingham handkerchief loose in her hand.

Blitz got intense, staring Moxxie in the eyes. "What happened? Did you hurt her, Moxxie? Cause I swear-

"What? No sir, I would never!" Moxxie sighed, gesturing towards his poor wife, as if it was obvious. "She has really bad allergies this time of year: not used to the city trees, and we ran out of her allergy medicine. She was up all night because she couldn't breath through her nose."

Blitz noticed that Moxxie seemed a little...less confident than when he normally spoke. He could chalk it up to trying to be quiet so he doesn't wake Millie up, but there was something else there too. He didn't have too much time to dwell on it before they whipped their heads to a sound from across the room.

“Hupt'TSCHUH!!”

Sniffles and a tired moan followed her audible heavy sneeze. Millie brought a hanky up to her face to blow, but was unsuccessful as only a squeak emitted from her nose.

"Guh..." Millie lifted her head from the table. "Sorry 'bout the mess, B, I'll clean it up." She sniffed loudly, rubbing her the sleep from her itchy, irritated eyes. Moxxie, ever the gentleman, scrambled to clean the tissues up before his wife could.

"You sure you should be here, Mills? No offense but you look like death warmed over."

"Thanks, B." Millie mumbled with slight irritation in her tone. "It's these damn trees and all the pollen in the air. Its different than back home. Didn't know I had allergies 'till I moved here.” She sat up, aiming to be spry and attentive to the assignment. “What's on the agenda for today?" She punctuated her sentence with a thick sniffle. Her usually energy was gone, her voice showing clear signs of a scratchy throat and thick congestion.

Blitz side eyed Moxxie, unsure of how to react. Can you let an employee have sick leave for allergies? She'd probably just get them caught on a mission with all her sniffling and sneezing. Well its his business, he reasoned, he can do whatever he wants.

He went back to his daily boss monologuing routine. “Well, I was thinking that-

"hupT'SCHUh! hechT-CHIEW ! huh...heuhh....HUdshcHhH! Sngkkk." Millie wiped her dripping nose on her sleeve. “Bless me. Sorry, boss.”

Blitz resumed. “That since you can't go two seconds without sneezing, Loonie and I will go out and get your medicine while you and Mox stay back and get some rest.” He wrapped his arms around Loona to give her a hug. She scowled, and although she didn't hug back, she didn't push him off. Blitz grinned.

"We can't really go on a mission with you sneezing so much, Mills, we'd probably get caught. And Stolas and I aren't exactly on...peachy terms right now so we can't expect him to come save us if we do."

Moxxie put a hand on her back, assuring her that neither he nor Blitz thought any less of her or her capabilities. Moxxie could tell how bad her allergies were back at the apartment, but she insisted she was fine. She couldn't skip work over allergies! And she definitely didn't need to.

"I'm fine, Blitz, really."

Moxxie took her hand. "Millie, honey, Blitz is right. We need our strongest fighter in tip top shape." He tapped her nose and smiled reassuringly, hoping she'd take the compliment. The second his finger lifted however, he noticed Millie's eyes shutting and her head leaning up. She lifted her hand to cover the sneeze, forgetting her husband’s fingers were still interlinked with hers.

"hUT'zchiEEWww!! snff...snff"

As the spray hit his hand, Moxxie felt an electricity spread through his skin. Heat rose into his cheeks as blood also rushed to...other areas of his body. He took in a small, but noticeably sharp, breath. "B-bless you, honey." He stuttered out.

Millie turned, a bit mortified. "Ugh, sniff sniff, sorry honey. It snuck up on mbe." She patted down her pockets, looking for something to clean off his hand with, only to come up with used tissues. "I'b all outta tissues." She snuffled, and it came out louder than she thought it would be. "Exusbe mbe."

Blitz quickly glanced down the same place Moxxie had glanced. Ohhhh. That makes sense, he thought to himself. He'd noticed Moxxie's...peculiar behavior around sneezing before, but he always chalked it up to being uptight. Moxxie could be pretty hoity toity sometimes, so Blitz always assumed his gunman was a germaphobe. But a part of him always wondered if it was more than that.

He had his answer now. He watched with a smug grin on his face as Moxxie shyly offered Millie a handkerchief from his inner coat pocket. God, how did he manage to be that much of a gentleman while he was that horny?

"We'll get some more tissues too. I was gonna run out anyway. Your snot isn't the only...bodily fluid that comes out frequently here. Bye M&M!"

Loona didn't look up from her phone as she walked out the door. Blitz lingered in the doorway a while, locking eyes with Moxxie. He taunted his employee, watching him blush harder as a shit eating grin spread across his face.

"Have fun while we're gone. Bye, Millie Billieeeeee!”

Millie watched them walk out the door before slumping her head on his husbands shoulder. “I think all this congestion is makin’ mby head tense up.”

At the sound of her suddenly lower, raspier voice softly hitting his ears, Moxxie felt his tail pointing and smiled. “I can help with that…”

TBC…

[avatarthelastearthbender]

Aang having tea with Kanna

Kanna poured the tea into two separate wooden cups, before passing one of them to Aang

"Here is your tea" She holds it out the cup Infront of him, "You seem a little too young to be traveling alone..and to have tattoos also"

Aang looked at her with a raised eyebrow and an innocent expression "You seem too old",He takes the cup and Kanna laughs "Perhaps I am"

Aang looked away "I know what you're thinking,I look like I can't handle being by myself", "I wasn't thinking that" Kanna corrected

"But you wouldn't even let me pour my own cup of tea...i wouldn't mess it up"

Kanna smiled "I poured your tea because I wanted to and for no other reason"

Aang looked at her and he aswell returned the smile "I'm sorry,I just really messed up today..and people see me and think I'm weak,just because of the circumstances I was raised under..but I can take a situation in my own hands by myself...or at least I think so"

"You sound like my grandson..well sort of,he doesn't talk so nicely like you" She chuckled "But always thinking you can do things on your own without anyone's support,there is nothing wrong with letting people who love you help you...not that I love you,eugh I just met you"

Aang giggles "I didn't mean that exactly,but your grandson sounds fun to be around,where is he?'

Kanna sighs and takes a sip of her tea

"I've been tracking him actually..."

"Is he.....lost?'

"Yes a little bit,his life has recently changed and he's going through very difficult times, he's trying to figure out who he is and he went away.."

Kanna looked down at her tea

"Soo,now you're following him?" Aang asks, getting her to slowly raise her head "I know he doesn't want me around right now,but if he needs me I'll be there"

"Your grandson is very lucky..even if he doesn't know it"

Aang used air bending to get up

"Thank you"

"My pleasure" She nods

[tgmsunmontue]

Lonely Nights 4/4

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~26 and Jake is ~22. Hangster PWP. AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT still exists. This 100% fits in with the much longer Nepo!Baby-Bradley fic I am currently writing (the angsty one).

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

                His entire body is aching in the best way, muscles unused to this particular type of workout and his thigh muscles are going to let him know their displeasure later and he won’t have any regrets. His shower is quick, his stomach grumbling at the fact that it’s nearing nine and he still hasn’t eaten anything for well over twelve hours and that’s something he needs to remedy soon. He towels off again and then realizes he’s going to have to dress in the clothes he was wearing last night. Eugh. Okay, maybe clean clothes are slightly more important to him than food. He steps back into the bedroom and starts picking up his clothes. Jake is lying with the pillow over his head, like he’s pre-empting Bradley’s intention to get him out of bed but he lifts the corner and peers out, his face scrunching in displeasure.

                “What are you doing?”

                “I need to go and get a change of clothes, plus I’m starving. As good as the sex is, I can’t survive on it. I’m guessing this place doesn’t have room service?” Jake snorts and gives him a look that tells him he’s guessing correctly. “Okay, I can go and get food and come back…”

                “Or, uh, we could go together? What else do you have planned for today?”

                He feels a little relieved that Jake seems to want to spend time together not in bed, and he refuses to think about it more than that. He pulls his underwear and jeans on, not bothering with doing the zip and button quite yet.

                “Uh… well. I was going to go and see the new Transformers movie.”

                “Oh, yeah, I wanted, to, uh see that too…”

                “And I was going to get a haircut. You probably need one,” Bradley adds, because while his hair has been growing for over two months, he has no idea what style Jake normally has but it’s too long to be regulation right now. He hopes it’s not a buzz; Jake likes having his hair pulled and the idea of it being cut so short Bradley can’t tug at it anymore makes him mourn for it…

                “Um, are you okay with… hanging out with me? I mean, getting food and going to the movies and… fucking getting our hair cut…”

                He sounds unsure suddenly and Bradley wonders what’s caused it. He walks over to the bed and pulls his tank over his head. Hmm. He likes the visual of being dressed and Jake being naked in front of him. He sits and reaches out, runs his fingers through Jake’s very messy hair.

                “Jake… I’ve never been to the movies with a guy I’ve had sex with. Hell, I’ve never shared a fucking meal with a guy I’ve had sex with,” he pauses then, wonders if sharing a mess hall with a carrier squeeze counts and discounts it immediately. “And none of that is because I didn’t want to. It’s been to protect myself. Protect my career.”

                “Oh.”

                “But I do want to go out and get some food with you, and then go to the movies… and then get my hair cut. And then come back here and have sex again. If you’re interested.”

                “If I’m interested? You want that?”

                “Yeah,” Bradley says, not wanting to say anything about wanting to maybe play pretend for the next day and a half that he’s going to have to shove all this back into a small space inside of him that he ignores for the most part. “Jake… do you want me to go and check out of my hotel and come and stay here with you for the rest of the weekend?”

                “I… yeah. If you want to?”

                “I wouldn’t be offering it if I didn’t want to.”

                “Then yeah, go and get your things.”

                “Okay. I’ll be back in… thirty. Probably? Have a shower and get dressed and then I’ll be back and we can go out and start with breakfast. Brunch I guess. Deal?”

                “Yeah, deal.”

                He leans down and gives Jake a kiss, softly gentle carrying the promise of later.

…             …             …

                Part of him wants to keep his hotel room, plausible deniability and all that when he’s got three nights paid accommodation all sorted out. He wonders about maybe changing it to two nights, but then the logistics of trying to check out tomorrow just seem unnecessarily convoluted. He’s looking at having a solid two days and nearly three nights with the same guy. Yeah, he’s going to have to leave ungodly early Monday morning, but he was planning on doing that anyway. He changes into clean clothes and grabs his things and packs them, efficient from years of practice; eyes his hanging garment bag containing his service dress blues. He’ll leave them in the car and change half-way to Pensacola. That’ll be fine. He drives back to Jake’s motel and parks in the numbered carpark associated with Jake’s room. He wants to know how Jake is getting to Pensacola if he doesn’t have a car here, but he also doesn’t want to ask. Doesn’t want to offer him a ride because that would raise too many questions when they’re seen arriving together.

                He grabs his bag and heads to the door, raps on it and waits. Then Jake is standing there, grinning and letting his eyes travel up the length of Bradley’s body and he’s never felt quite so desired. Like he’s been the thing Jake has been coveting for years and he’s finally within his grasp. Who knows? Maybe he is.

                “Brad Bradley Bradshaw.”

                “That’s not my name…”

                “Close enough, still sounds just as ridiculous.”

                “God, you’re kind of a shit head aren’t you.”

                “Yep.”

                “Come on, we had a deal.”

                “I made that deal before I knew the other conditions. Because that shirt is also ridiculous…”

                “What’s wrong with it?” Bradley asks, looking down at his shirt. It’s one of the Hawaiian ones the Ice had brought him back from a work trip.

                “Uh… it wasn’t a gag gift?”

                “No. My uncle got it for me when he went to Hawaii. I wear quite a few.”

                “Well, I guess you aren’t perfect after all.”

                That makes Bradley laugh in shock, that anyone could think that he’s perfect. And that apparently Jake is judging him for his style of clothing.

                “I don’t want to be perfect, I want food,” Bradley says, pushing past him to drop his bag inside, letting his empty hand trail over Jake’s stomach.

                “Well, if you insist on wearing that then I guess I have no choice.”

                “How about I promise to let you take it off me later?”

                “Okay, that’s a condition of the deal I can accept. Let’s go.”

                They find a diner easily enough, Bradley happy to drive them, happier that Jake doesn’t ask any questions about why his garment bag is hanging on a hook in the backseat of his car rather than inside his motel room. Some subjects they just seem to mutually avoid. They figure out a movie time and then figure they can find a barber to walk into before or after. They discuss movies they’ve seen, talk about shared experiences having both gone to USNA, let each other’s calves rest against each other under the table. They finish and pay up, walking back when Jake asks about his car.

                “Why an Audi?”

                Bradley sighs, because he’s already had this conversation multiple times, with multiple different people.

                “It’s the safest apparently. My dad is a little overprotective. Tries to be anyway. It was a graduation gift. Wasn’t going to turn away a free car.”

                “Hell of a gift. It ain’t no Bronco though is it…”

                Bradley snorts.

                “No. I don’t need to drive a Bronco…” Not when I fly planes he wants to add; doesn’t. “So, anything you want to do today?”

                “Uh… well. I kind of did some looking before I came here. I want to go dancing.”

                “Clubbing?”

                “I mean, we could, but I mean… line dancing. I miss it.”

                “Okay…”

                “Can you carry a tune Brad Bradley Bradshaw?”

                “I was in the D and B for a bit, I can follow and carry a tune fine.”

                “Then you can learn some line dancing easy. I’ll keep it nice and simple just for you.”

                “Oh yeah? That a challenge?”

                “Always. There’s a casual session happening early this evening. I was going to go, unless I get a better offer…”

                “I’m sure we can fit both in…”

                “Don’t make promises you can’t keep…”

                Bradley rolls his eyes and gets him to direct him to the cinema duplex, they buy tickets but pass on food, both still full from their belated breakfast. They make themselves comfortable and Bradley can’t remember the last time he went to the movies with just one other person. Maybe high school? He feels Jake’s hand on his thigh and lays his own hand over top, lacing their fingers together. It’s nice and innocent. Until Jake pulls Bradley’s hand to his mouth and sucks a finger into his mouth, grinning at him when he gives him an elbow.

                “Fucking behave… I’m not getting kicked out of a movie I want to see.”

                “Would it be a different story if you didn’t want to watch the movie?”

                “Uh…”

                Jake laughs and Bradley pinches his thigh just above the knee joint tight enough, making him flail a little. A couple of other people turn around and frown at them, but it’s dark, the pre-movie advertisements and trailers unimportant enough that Bradley cannot bring himself to feel even remotely guilty. Jake seems to settle though, so Bradley leaves his hand on his thigh, lets himself enjoy the weight of Jake leaning against him as they settle in to watch the movie. It feels nice.

                Once the movie is finished they both walk out stretching, Jake is already looking something up on his phone and then he showing Bradley directions to the nearest barber that accepts walk-ins. It’s a fifteen minute walk, but they both decide it’ll feel good to stretch after sitting for nearly three hours.

                “So, how do you normally get your hair done?”

                “Uh, usually it’s just a three all over.”

                Bradley can’t help the little sound of distress and Jake looks at him in disbelief.

                “So… not a buzz all over?”

                “No.”

                “You wanna tell me what you want…?”

                Bradley doesn’t bother saying anything, just stops them and steps to the side, wraps one arm around Jake’s waist and pulls him close against him until they’re pressed close together. Then he runs his other hand into the hair at the back of Jake’s head, nails scraping and he kisses him, softly really, not wanting to make people around them uncomfortable. He tightens the hand in Jake’s hair ever so slightly and just tugs gently. Jake’s entire body responds, hips rolling forward, quiet moan emanating from his throat and eyes fluttering shut. Yeah.

                “That. That’s what I want for the next twenty-four hours. You cut it too short then…” he shrugs, because Jake gets the message. It’s his hair, he can cut it however he wants, but he can also get it cut shorter on base.

                “Oh. Yeah. Okay…”

                He lets Jake go in first, explaining he needs to ring his dad, which is true, Mav expects a Saturday afternoon check-in and always prefers a quick phone call when Bradley can. He does make it quick, explains he’s about to get his hair cut which makes Mav laugh. He doesn’t ask about his time and Bradley doesn’t offer up anything. He says he has to go when Jake appears back in front of him and he hangs up and gives Jake a proper once over. His hair is styled, still long enough to run his hand through on top, but the sides and back are definitely short. Well within regulation.

                “You look… good.”

                “Only good?”

                “I think I preferred it a little longer.”

                “Yeah, same.”

                “It’s okay, I still wouldn’t kick you out of bed.”

                Jake laughs and pushes him inside, tells him it’s his turn to make phone calls and Bradley lets him have his privacy.

…             …             …

                He wakes up Sunday morning and his body is itchy, and this is not the hard-rooted desire to fuck or get fucked, but rather the need to burn energy through exercise, something that has become a deeply ingrained habit. Yesterday he’d written off as a rest day, because not even great sex and an intense line dancing session can replace a good hour of running or weights. He rolls out of bed and moves to his bag, grabbing out his running gear. Pulls on his underwear and running shorts. He sits down on the edge of the bed, pokes at Jake who seems to hate waking up, which makes Bradley wonder how the fuck he got on at USNA.

                “Hey. I’m going for a run…”

                “Ugh. You want company?”

                Bradley blinks. He hadn’t even thought that was a possibility.

                “Uh… No? I mean, I like running, so I don’t want you to come if you’re going to bitch and moan the whole time.”

                “I mean, I will. But I’ll also enjoy the view more than usual. You look good all hot and sweaty. Just think there are better ways than running to achieve it.”

                Bradley laughs then, lets himself shuffle and push Jake into the bed.

                “Yeah, be that as may be, just imagine the shower afterwards…”

                “We can shower after sex too.”

                “I’m going for a run. Join me, or don’t.”

                Jake groans, grumbles a bit, but does join him, and Bradley’s fucking glad he’d maintained his training regime throughout his leave, forced to really because Mav wouldn’t ever let him slack off. Jake is competitive, but Bradley is too, and they probably shouldn’t be trying to push each other like this. Neither of them stop though, and it’s not until they’re both back at the motel, chests heaving and gasping, Bradley gulping back a bottle of water without stopping, his entire body screaming out as to what the fuck was he thinking. Jake is laughing though, collapsing onto the ground and Bradley can’t help but grin.

                After that they decide to take it easy for the rest of the day, showering separately because there’s no way they can both fit in that cubicle. They walk to a different diner for breakfast and buy sandwiches to eat in bed later. They have sex again and afterwards Jake naps while Bradley reads a book. It feels surreal, like he has somehow stepped outside of his life for this little window of time. Able to enjoy everything he’s always felt like he’s missed. He’s just not sure if it’s a good thing to now know what he’s been missing. They go out for dinner to a steak house, Jake insisting on playing footsie with him under the table while he makes up either tragic or hilarious back-stories for the other patrons and wait staff.

                Their last time together is slow. So slow. Bradley wonders if Jake feels the same. If he wants to drag it out for as long as possible and make it seem like time has stopped for them, that tomorrow will somehow not come. He lets himself run his fingers over the odd mole here and there on Jake’s body, places little kisses on them, tries to commit them all to memory. Wants to know he’s traced and mapped as much skin while he can, doesn’t want to have regrets later about not taking the time to touch Jake everywhere. Jake’s hands are likewise occupied and Bradley wonders if his fingertips feel as sensitive as Bradley’s skin does from where Jake’s touched him… His body shudders when he comes, aching and deep, different again from the previous orgasms and he can’t believe he’s developing a catalogue system. Can’t help but smile as he feels the aftershocks and he licks at Jake’s neck, kisses little taps up to his ear, nips at the earlobe.

                “God Jake…” He doesn’t know what to say, what he wants to say is just too much. Far too much for something that is only a couple of days old, far too much for something he’s going to have to pretend has never happened, far too much to shove down and ignore. But he will do all of that anyway. “Let’s just say the memory is going to get me through a lot of lonely nights.”

…             …             …

                He leaves at four the next morning, pauses to press a kiss to Jake’s forehead. He’s pretty sure after this his nights are going to feel lonelier than ever before.

THE END

(The angst of this is resolved in another WIP, but it's a couple of months off being posted).

[house-of-lebedov]

Prolouge (2/2)

Transcript below

[Prison guard]: Estlor, you got a visitor. Come with me...Remember, we got cameras all over this place. So, don't try anything funny.

[Claude]: Well, well. Looks like the little princess finally found her courage.

[Leon]: Blurt out all the insults you want, Claude. I'm not the one behind bars.

[Claude]: I can see you still lack the respect of your imperial peer.

[Leon]: As if you ever deserve it. But, I digress. I am not here to play your mind games today. Quite the opposite.

[Claude]: Ah, I see where this is going.

[Leon]: Do you now?

[Claude]: I do. You've finally realized that you messed up.

[Leon]: Come again??

[Claude]: Don't act surprised, Princess Leon. Of course, it takes a while to forgive, but I am willing to look past your betrayal toward Glessia and our family.

[Leon]: ...

[Claude]: I'm sure whatever plan you have in mind to minimize the casualties to us will be enough to get you back in power in no time. But, for now, we should keep our meetings on the lowdown. I also wish for you to get the support of the Chemios Duchy as soon as possible. Is that clear?

[Leon]: ... Pfft--

[Claude]: Huh?

[Leon]: LAUGHS

[Claude]: Was it something I said? Why are you laughing?

[Leon]: Forgive me, I just--...Did you really think that I would--? Oh, this is just too rich.

[Claude]: Do you find this funny?

[Leon]: In a cosmic sort of way, yes. But Claude, you can't be that stupid to think I was still going to help you. Even after everything you put me through? I'm not the kid you kept hostage and brainwashed anymore. So, I'll get to the point: You will face the consequences in the eyes of the law.

[Claude]: You're going to sue me?!

[Leon]: It's more like me and Clastein are suing you and your family.

[Claude]: You ungrateful bitch! I promised you a place on my throne--!

[Leon]: You mean the throne you last during the war? the same one that'll be merging with Claostein's?

[Claude]: The Glessian nobility would never agree to such nonsense! No Glessian would!

[Leon]: Your precious nobles are the reason why this merge is happening. And even if they could, they lost the power to do so.

[Claude]: Leon, I swear--!

[Leon]: Uh uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you.~ Just because we're alone, doesn't mean there isn't anyone watching. You're lucky the cameras don't have sound installed.

[Claude]: Eugh. You really are your father's daughter.

[Leon]: please, we both know my father would not dream of this, even if he tried. All I want is to see your overdue downfall. You have no one else to blame but yourself. As I was saying, the next we see each other is in court. So, I suggest you find a lawyer desperate enough to plead for you.

[Claude]: Where do you think you're going, you bitch? This isn't over! I am still the Emperor of Glessia, dammit!

[Leon]: Not anymore, you're not.

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[Judge]: In the case of Claostein versus Estlor, the jury had found the defendants guilty of all charges against the country and the imperial family. They will be sentenced with the death penalty. I would like to thank the jury for their service today. This court is adjourned.