#everyone blame phoebe

[effervescentdragon]

Joe Burrow being all 🫠 [source]

[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You (Part 4)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader (soon)

mentions of Benedict Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Warnings: cheating (Anthony is engaged to Edwina), SMUT!!!!!! oral (f), fingering, over stimulation, sexual tension, cursing, body worship, jealous Anthony, biting, angst at the end, hair pulling, breeding kink

I'M SO SORRY IT GOT TO BE SO LONG :)

Summary: Anthony finds out about your art session with Benedict and means to remind you who you belong to as you remind him who he chose to belong to.

Songs to listen to while reading: **= smut part, *=angst

**Amantes: Esme (song is in Spanish but is very soft and sets the mood)

**Take Me To Church: Hozier

**I Wanna Be Yours: Arctic Monkeys

**Shameless: Camila Cabello

**wRoNg: ZAYN

*The Great War: Taylor Swift

*Say Don't Go: Taylor Swift

Tag List: @shealuna, @m-rae23, @littlepeanut03, @aellabridgerton, @sydney-m, @faatxma, @wildthoughtnananna, @uraesthete, @themadhattersqueen, @sydney-m, @theantiquehobbit

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You watched the Lady's maids get you ready in front of a large mirror. When it came time for you to get your hair done, your best friend, Phoebe, ushered the other maids out. Phoebe was the daughter of your mother's Lady's maid. The two of you grew to be fast friends as you grew older. Phoebe hoping for marriage and you planning to find a man worthy of her.

"If you are not careful, the others will know what you and those two Bridgertons are up to," She said as she pulled your hair off your neck, revealing the bruises from your "art" session with the second son.

"Phoebe!" You gasp. "I told you that as you are my best friend, not for you to use it against me."

"Darling, I am not using it against you nor am I blaming you. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" She giggled as she put your hair in the tight bun that it needed to be in.

"I would rather not be in my position if I could help it," You said while looking down at your hands.

---

The Bridgerton house was covered in their signature baby blues. There were flowers, candles, and other decor everywhere to be seen. All the Bridgerton brothers were decked out in their fancy suits with those beautiful neck ties. Benedict's was a soft yellow and Anthony's was a dark blue. The others wore white.

Dressed in your family's dark purple color, your mother had the neck line deeper than what is normally accepted. You knew that she just wanted to help you find a man but the only man that you really wanted was one who was engaged to marry your sister.

Moving to the drink table, you grab a cup of water. You notice that nearly everyone else had chosen the lemonade. When you turned back around from the table to the ballroom, one Colin Bridgerton was making his way to you.

Giving a short bow, Colin moved to stand beside you.

"Do tell me, Miss Sharma, how have you enchanted my two idiot brothers?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face.

"Why, I do not have the slightest idea," You reply, hoping that he wouldn't pressure.

"See, I don't know if I can accept that answer, Miss Sharma," Colin said. "It seems that their eyes have not left you since you walked into the room."

With that he left your side, only for one Anthony Bridgerton to step into his place.

"Evening, Miss Sharma."

"Viscount Bridgerton." You nod.

"How have you been?"

"I've been fine, my Lord," You quip. "How has your engagement been?"

He looked at you with a flash of hurt at the sudden mention of his engagement to your sister.

"How was the art session with my brother?" He said with a jealous undertone in his voice.

"It was wonderful. I learned a lot. A lot that some men can't teach." You walked away at the end of your sentence as you moved to the dance floor with Anthony.

The way his eyes looked at you with such passion and desire at the same time nearly dizzied you as his left hand came to rest on your waist and his right holding yours. His warm skin melted through the soft white fabric of your glove and you could feel his warmth through your gown.

Your bodies moved in waves of motion as you stared into each other's eyes, mapping out every hue of color as though this will be the last chance you would see each other. After all, this will be your last chance to see Viscount Anthony Bridgerton unwed. The last chance to be with Anthony Bridgerton. Your Anthony.

"Your gown is exquisite, Miss Sharma." Anthony moves to turn you so your back is pressed against his chest, his arm holding yours across your chest. His lips near your ear so you are the only one to hear, his warm breath fans over your exposed neck and the top of your chest as it rises and falls with the sheer excitement and nervousness that came to being this close with the Viscount, your lover in the darkest nights.

"Thank you," You said. "You don't look to bad yourself, My lord. "

"Anthony," He said. "I have told you to call me Anthony."

"My lord, I have only called you that in private." You began to become flustered with the memories of your night meetings before his engagement.

"You seem to be flustered," He says as he pulls you closer as the music stops, his lips directly beside your ear. "Tell me, do you still think of me when you are with my brother?"

You pull back quickly with surprise. You go to say something, anything but you can't seem to find the words.

"It's okay, darling. My brother is a worthy lover, however, I must make you remember who you belong to." He says before squeezing your dress to walk away to greet a man by his mother.

---

You sit in your room, looking out the window at the small lake outside. The night reminds you of when you first let Anthony touch you.

His skin against yours in the cool water as he moved his lips against yours in fever as he wanted to consume your every thought and replace it with him. The way he picked you up out of the water and laid you on that dock. The way he ravaged you with hunger and lust as he picked you apart and put you back together with pleasure being his glue.

Your hands start to wander up and down your body as you remembered the ways that he touched you, making you feel immense pleasure that you had never known until that night. You shake the thoughts away from your mind as it started to thunder outside, signaling a thunderstorm was about to hit. Just as a loud crash of thunder clapped, a small thud against your window sounded so much louder in the howling wind and rain. You open the window to find Anthony Bridgerton soaked head to toe in water. His hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were stuck to his body. He waved you down and you went.

"Have you gone mad?" You whisper shout.

"Mad? No. In love with you? Yes." He smiles.

"You don't mean that, My lord."

"But I do."

"You made me believe you loved me only for you to propose to Edwina. My sister!"

"I never meant to actually fall in love with you!" He yelled, hands coming to be thrown up in the air.

"So it's my fault that you love me? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"No! Yes! I don't know how I fell in love with you." He stared at you as the rain continued to pour around you. "I just know why I love you. Let me show you how much I love you."

"What about Edwina?"

"What of Edwina?" He asked, confused at the even mere mention of her. As if the mention of his fiancee was left a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she wasn't a lovely girl, but because she wasn't you.

"What has happened between you two?" You tremble at the thought of the two of them doing the things that you have done together.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "Nothing has happened."

"Have you kissed her?"

"No."

"Have you held her body close to yours?"

"No."

"Has she been given the same pleasures that you once gave me?"

"You are the only one that I have ever wanted to be with that way in a long time. I do not care for Edwina that way. When I told you that I only feel this way about you at the lake, I meant it." He said, moving to grab your hands to pull you closer to him.

His brown eyes bored into yours as he scanned your face for any resistance. He pressed his body against yours as he bent his head down to press light kisses on your neck.

"I desire you so deeply I feel it in my bones."

"I believe that may be the cold and the rain."

-----

You lead him into the house, quietly to not wake anyone, and held his hand as he followed behind you up the stairs. As he stared at you with want, you lead him to your bedroom. He helped you run a warm bath as the two of you had been in the rain for the last hour.

You step closer to him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you pulled him down to you level and kissed his lips. He gasped at the chill of your lips which lead you to slipping your tongue inside his warm mouth. You moaned as your hands wandered his wet body and started to slip his waistcoat off his shoulders to reach his shirt. His own hands came up to start unbuttoned his shirt before you ultimately ripped it off him.

"I quite liked that shirt," he said with a smirk.

"I'll buy you a new one," You said as you unbuttoned his pants and stripped him bare before you.

Your hands came up and started to touch his body as he kissed you, removing your wet clothes for your body. The two of you laid in the tub as the warm water surrounded you both.

Your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head gave the two of you the feeling of closeness that you needed.

"I love you," he whispered into your hair.

"I know. I love you too."

You turned to kiss his lips and hold him close to you. Your tongues move together as if they were dancing, in secret promises of love and lust. Your hands explore each other's wet bodies as you lay in the warm water. Anthony's chest tickles your back lightly and you can't help but sigh at the thought of being like this forever.

----

Anthony dried you in the white fluffy towel and wrapped you up before grasping your face to kiss your lips once more. His kiss was slow, exploring your mouth as though it would be the last time, not knowing if there would ever be another time he could touch you like this, to taste you like this.

His arms came to pull you flush against his bare body as his hands caressed every inch of your skin, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin underneath his hands, to feel your warmth radiating from you.

He walks you back to your bed, never breaking the kiss until he pulls away long enough to gently push you back so you fell onto the mattress softly, swiftly landing on top of you, connecting your mouths once more. It felt like your air was stolen right out of your lungs and your body set aflame. Your legs spread to allow him to lay in between them as his hands ran down your sides as he kisses your thoughts and air away from you.

Anthony's scent filled your nose as you breathed him in. His touch washed any thought away as his lips ventured down to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly, making you sigh in content as you felt Anthony's tongue gently soothed over any bites that he left as he moved down your body.

Quiet whispers of "You're so beautiful" and "I love you" slipped into the night as Anthony kissed down your stomach and met your hips. Brown eyes met yours as he looked at you for permission. You nodded for him to continue and you closed your eyes as you awaited the blissful pleasure of his mouth on you but it never came.

"Words," His eyes said. "I want to hear you say it."

"Anthony, please! I need you!" You moan as you try to grind your hips into his face.

"I love you," was all he said before he held eye contact as his mouth opened and his tongue touched your pussy. His lips came to your clit as he closed his eyes at the sweet taste of you. He moaned softly into your cunt as you gripped his hair with one hand and the other, the bed sheet. Your hips rolled against his mouth as he pleasured you. You noticed that the bed was moving slightly as you opened your eyes and saw that he was staring at you as he ground his hips into the mattress to relieve himself some of the pressure that was torturing his cock.

"Oh my Lord!" You nearly shout as you clasp a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself.

"Do not bring my title into this bed," He grunted against your body.

You moaned at the sheer feeling of his fingers slipping into your hole, stretching you for the later events with his dick. He looked at your with admiration as he played your body like a violin. Anthony slipped from your hips as he moved himself to rest his face above yours.

"So beautiful."

"Anthony," You gasped into his mouth, panting to catch your breath.

"Does this feel good?"

You moan as his fingers brush your g-spot before curling there and massaging it.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" He smirked. "So pretty. My pretty girl."

"Anthony," You keen. Your stomach tightening. "Please."

"My sweet girl, you don't have to beg." He looked down at your soaked pussy. "Cum."

Your orgasm wracked through you as Anthony continued to finger you through it. Waves of pleasure washed over you as over stimulation started to set in.

"Anthony," You whine.

"One more."

His fingers sped up as his search for another orgasm from you became desperate.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "My good girl. Doing everything that I tell you. Thinking that she can just fuck my brother but look who has her now. Look at how good you are being for me."

Your back arches as you let out a moan and Anthony clasps a hand over your mouth to silent you. You cum once more before Anthony moves in between your legs once again to line himself up with your entrance.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He groaned as he sunk into you. "Gonna see you so full of me, going to be dripping me for days."

You groan as he starts slowly moving against your walls as you clamp down on him, slowing his movements even further.

"I want to feel you," You moan as your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull his weight on you. You hand goes to his hair and you gasp when he thrusts deeply.

"Oh, Anthony."

"Yes, moan my name. Forget my brother. Forget any other man but me. I am the one making you feel this good." He groans into your neck as he starts to pick up pace.

"Only you, Anthony," You moan, back arching off the bed and your hips rising to meet his. "Only you make me feel this good."

His lips find yours and swallows your loud moans, keeping them for himself and only him. His hips move faster as he starts to get near his release. His thumb moves to your clit and starts to circle it as he kisses your neck and move down to your breasts, sucking softly.

"So beautiful," He moaned. "My pretty girl."

Your orgasm hit you like a train and you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, earning a hiss from Anthony as he moved over you quickly, jack-hammering into you, trying to reach his end. You hands pull at his hair and his lips find yours.

His warmth spills inside you, your eyes rolling back as you feel him fill you completely. He falls on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You look at him in the soft moon light shining from your window. The rain was still coming down hard outside.

"I love you," You whisper.

He turns to look at you, smiling at your words.

"I love you too."

You smile before sliding closer to kiss his lips. His arms come around your body and pull you closer to his body so your legs tangled together.

"I wish we could be like this forever," You sigh, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.

"I know, I know." He sighed as he relaxed against you. "I wish it wasn't like the way it is."

You turn to look at him with a frown.

"When do you need to be back home before one of my sisters find us?"

"I can leave in about an hour," He said, looking into your eyes before kissing you softly.

"I can work with that," You smile before turning over to sleep against his chest.

"I love you, Miss Sharma."

----

You awoke with the other side of the bed cold. You turned over, hoping, wishing, that Anthony was still there. That he had chosen to stay, to risk being caught just so he could wake up next to you. You remember the feeling that you got when he used "Miss Sharma" rather than your name when he told you that he loved you. It was too vague for your liking. There were three "Miss Sharmas'." You sigh before getting up to start your day.

You look at his side and realize that there was a letter on your bedside table.

My Dearest, Miss Sharma

I awoke with a perplexed train of thought as I watched you blissfully sleep. I love you as deeply as the deepest parts of the oceans and even further than that. I wish there was a way for me to sleep in the same bed as you. To stay in the same home with you, to hold your love as close as I can until it was the only thing that I knew. I wish there were a way for me to undo everything that I gave done. I struggle with words compared to Benedict which on the subject of Ben, I give you my full permission to pursue him. Just because you can not find the happiness that you deserve with me, does not mean that my dear brother can not full fill that void that I have caused to be created in your soul.

I love you, Miss Sharma. How I wish I were able to say, "I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton. My viscountess." Perhaps in a different reality were I didn't propose to your sister, it would be you who I am marrying. Someone that I truly love despite that being everything I did not want when I was looking for a bride.

Yours true and with my deepest love,

A.B.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

You've been married to President Snow for 25 years now and have 4 children between the ages of 20 & 9. When your 15 year old daughter wants to go on her first date, Coriolanus isn't taking it well. He's an overprotective girl dad.

Takes place in the Anti-Hero Universe

Your daughter, Demeter, was a total daddy's girl. She was spoiled and had Coriolanus wrapped around her little finger. Just like her 3 brothers, your daughter was the spitting image of her father. Platinum blonde curls, cerulean blue eyes, mile long legs, and a prominent nose.

Your daughter inherited your smile and your demeanor. You saw so much of your younger self in your daughter. More so than in your other children.

So, of course, Coriolanus had strict rules for his princess when it came to boys. Well, really it was only one rule. No dating until enrolling in the University.

Meaning Demeter couldn't date until she graduated from the Academy- at 18. But, you're sure that when that time comes a new rule change will come into effect- making her age of dating pushed up by a couple of years.

Demi was a bright girl in her first year at the Academy; she was adhering to her dad’s rule until one day she wasn't.

You, Coriolanus, your first born Cassian, his longtime girlfriend Phoebe (who you stopped the president from poisoning a few times since he couldn't stand the flippant girl), Demeter, and your other sons Caspian and Caelestis were gathered around the large, ornate dining table in the presidential palace for dinner. Despite being kept busy as the President, your husband was very adamant that the family ate together every night. Hell, the family ate breakfast together every morning too- in the sunroom.

Minus Cassian's girlfriend since Coriolanus did not let her live in the Presidential Palace. He's still pouting over the last poisoning attempt that you thwarted. One day, you're certain you won't be able to stop him and he'll succeed.

“Seneca Crane asked me to the Yule Ball and I said yes!” Demeter blurted out, an overjoyed smile on her youthful face, as the Avox served the first course.

You could hear a pin drop. Even the Avox paused in their motions of serving the tomato bisque to watch, wide-eyed, President Snow's reaction. Oh boy, everyone knows the one rule your husband had for your daughter. And Demeter announcing that she was asked out and said yes broke that one rule.

Even if it's for the Yule Ball, the rule of no dating is still being broken. Attending a ball or gala with a boy is considered a date. Or at least it is in the Capitol.

“I’m sorry, Demi, but you'll have to tell the young Mister Crane that you won't be attending the Yule Ball with him.” Coriolanus calmly, but cooly, told your daughter. Then he snapped his fingers and motioned for the Avox to continue serving the soup to the family.

Everyone’s eyes fluttered between Coriolanus and Demeter. Yours included. Would she accept her father's order or would she push back.

You knew exactly what she'd do. Hell, it was the exact same thing you did when your own guardian, your older half-brother, forbid you to see Private Snow anymore. You pushed back and picked Coryo; you're sure that Demi’s going to push back and pick Senaca Crane.

And you're right.

“Daddy, all of my friends are going to the Yule Ball. Everyone's going! And I'm going too, with Seneca Crane, whether you like it or not!” Demeter shrieked, only to loudly push her chair away from the table and storm out of the dining room.

“Demeter Juniper, come right back to the dining room! You haven't been properly dismissed yet!” The President orders in a loud, authoritative tone.

But your daughter didn't come back. In fact, you think she stormed off to her room. Not that you blame her.

You knew that Coryo would let her be; that he wouldn't chase after her. Demeter had him wrapped around her finger. She was daddy's little princess. The President would never make a scene by leaving the dining room to chase after her; he’d wait til after dinner to have a word with her.

Hell, this isn't the first time something like this has happened and it won't be the last.

The President took a deep, calming breath while motioning the Avox over. Once the Avox appeared at his side, he told the Avox, “Have a maid wheel a trolley full of all the supper courses to Demi’s room.”

Of course your husband was having the full course meal sent up to your daughter. Even tho she stormed off during dinner, Coriolanus didn't want her going hungry. He loves his children too much to ever let any of them go hungry.

The Avox nodded and took off to get your daughter's meal sent up to her.

“Now, let's go back to our soup.” The President said, causing everyone to pick up their spoons and begin to eat their tomato bisque.

“Mister President, maybe you should let Demeter go to the Yule Ball with Seneca. It could be the beginning of a sweet relationship.” The teal haired girl sitting next to Cassian has the idiotic nerve to tell your husband.

“Phoebe…” Cassian hissed warningly at his girlfriend while giving her a swift kick under the table.

“Yes, well, my son took you to the Yule Ball his sophomore year of the Academy and you've been a barnacle on the Snow family for years.” Your husband curtly told Phoebe, causing Cassian to cringe in embarrassment. “But unlike my sons, I have stricter rules for my daughter.” Coriolanus explained while pristinely bringing his soup spoon to his mouth.

“Phoebe, perhaps you should just enjoy the tomato bisque and not worry about how my husband and I raise our daughter or, in fact, any of our children.” You told the teal haired girl with a pointed fake smile while placing a supportive hand on your husband's under the table, on his lap.

Phoebe’s eyes went wide, but she silently nodded and went back to her soup. In fact, after your remark, everyone began to engage in light conversation while tentatively sipping on soup.

Coryo squeezed your hand, that was on his- on his lap, only to lean over slightly to tell you, “After dinner I'm going to talk with Demi; explain to her why she's not allowed to attend the ball with Seneca Crane.”

“Don’t be too strict, Coryo. Remember, she's young and likes Seneca.” You knowingly advised your husband.

“Hmph.” Coriolanus huffed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “I know she's young. She's 15, my darling, and that's why I need to be strict on her about the subject of dating and boys.”

“Honey, my brother told me it was either you or them; I picked you. Demeter's all you in looks, but all me in personality. So, just don't push her too hard on this.”

“I know, my darling rose. I know.” Coriolanus sighed right as a maid came in to clear out the soup bowls.

As the maid left the dining room with a trolley full of empty soup bowls the Avox appeared with the main course. Time to carry on with dinner. They'll be time to deal with your daughter's dating drama later.

Demeter Snow was sitting on her bedroom floor, back against her bed, while thumbing thru fashion magazines. Since her Auntie Tigris was the most popular stylist and fashion icon Tigris, she was looking thru magazines to get ideas for her Yule Ball dress. A dress that her auntie would no doubt make for her.

The young blonde’s dog-earing a page in the magazine whenever a knock followed by her door cracking open and her father's head popping in with a simple, “Demi, it's dad. I'd like to talk.”, sounded out in the air.

“Come in “ Demeter flatly said while going back to thumbing thru her magazine.

Coriolanus walked into the room, only to frown whenever he saw the untouched food trolley near the door. “Princess, why didn't you eat?” He asked while making his way over to his daughter.

“I'm not hungry.” Demeter shrugged, flipping the page of her magazine.

The President pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low sigh before sitting down on the floor next to his only daughter. Turning to the platinum blonde girl, he sternly told her, “Demi, don't starve yourself in protest. I refuse to have any of my children go hungry, so I order you to eat your dinner once we're done talking.”

“Fine.” Demi sighed.

Coriolanus snatched the fashion magazine right out of his daughter's hands while telling her, “I don't know why you're looking at dresses for because you're not going to the Yule Ball with Seneca Crane.”

“Why not? Everyone else is going with a date. Why can't I go with a date, dad?”

“Princess, you're not like everyone else. You're the president's daughter; you're not going to the ball with a date because it's just not proper.”

“Not proper my ass.” Demi mutters under her breath.

“Excuse me, young lady, but such language is not permitted in this house.” Coriolanus scolded his favorite child. He was appalled by her actions right now. He expected her to accept his word as law, but it seems that you're right about her. She's pushing back, much like you did as a teenager.

“And you know my rules, no dating until you're 18 and have graduated the Academy. That includes balls and galas, Demeter Juniper.”

“Everyone in the districts is right about you, dad. You're such a tyrant. A damn dictator.” Demeter hatefully spat out, taking the President aback. He never thought that his little princess would say such hurtful things to him, but she did.

Blinking, Coriolanus stood up. The President’s shoulders were shaking with a mix of hurt and anger as he told his daughter, “Since I'm such a tyrant; a dictator, you're grounded, Demeter Juniper Snow, and you're not attending any balls or galas this year. Alone or with a date.”

“That's not fair!” Demeter whined as he dad went over to the door.

“Life isn't fair, princess. Maybe your mom and I have been sheltering you too much, but you don't always get things your way in life.” The president told his daughter before leaving her room.

Your husband was in a sulking mood all night while in the family room with you and the children. He didn't seem like himself and when you asked what was wrong he just waved you off; said everything was fine.

You knew otherwise.

Everything wasn't fine. Your husband was hurting and you have an idea why. Your daughter and him had words; something was said that cut him down.

Wanting to get to the bottom of things, you excused yourself with the intention of checking on Demeter. On seeing if she wanted to come down and join the family. Your husband just nodded while nursing his glass of bourbon whiskey. Your younger sons didn't say a word, being too engrossed in their chess match, while your first born son just kept his nose in his book.

So, that's how you found yourself sitting on your daughters bed, holding her while she picked at her strawberry shortcake and complained about how unfair her dad was being.

“I understand you feel like it's unfair, but your dad has his reasons for his rules. And lashing out on him, saying that the districts are right about him being a tyrant and a dictator, wasn't right, Demeter.” You firmly tell your daughter.

No wonder Coryo's sulking. You can't imagine how badly your daughter’s words have hurt your husband. Coriolanus truly believes that his pro-Capitol and strict District political policies have made Panem thrive. And, honestly, after the bullshit you experienced in the Districts during your youth, well, you side wholeheartedly with the Capitol.

With your husband.

“But-” Your daughter began to protest, only for you to cut her off with a motherly, “No buts, Demi. What you said to your dad hurt him. He only wants to keep you safe.”

As your daughter put her half-eaten dessert plate on the trolley, you told her, “Your father works hard not just to keep us safe, but to keep the Capitol and all of Panem safe. For you to say such hateful things to him isn't called for.”

“Everyone else gets to go to balls and galas with dates; I just want to be able to go too.”

“I know, honey, but it's not that simple. You’re the president's daughter; people might try to take advantage of you for that.”

“Mom, Seneca Crane's really nice. He wouldn't try to take advantage of me.” Demeter told you with such conviction. She truly believes that Seneca was just a nice guy that liked her for her.

Sighing, you told Demeter, “I’ll talk to your dad about letting you go to the Yule Ball with Seneca. But, you need to go down to the family room and apologize to him.”

“Okay.” Your daughter nodded, accepting your terms.

Later that night, you're in your large master bedroom with your husband. You're wearing one of your silky nightgowns while sitting at your vanity, doing your nightly beauty regime. Coryo's lounging on the bed you share, dressed in a pair of silky red pajamas. His platinum curls are in their natural state and he's got gold gel patches on under his eyes to prevent bags. His face is also lathered in facial creams, to keep his skin hydrated and wrinkle free during the night.

You and Coryo are in your early 40’s, have been married for 25 years now, and have 4 children- one who's 20, one who’s 15, and the others that're 11 and 9. And after all of that life experience you still find each other as handsome and beautiful as ever. Even lathered up in your nightly beauty and skincare regimens.

“Now, I've got no doubt that Seneca Crane's a nice boy- after all I knew his aunt and she had a personality to die for, but I'm not letting Demi go to that dance with him.” Coryo told you, watching you with sharp eyes, as he sat against the king-size velvet headboard.

“I thought you said that Arachne was a bitch that got a broken bottle to the throat cause she was teasing her tribute with it?” You asked, brow raised, as you finished applying your body lotion.

“I did say that.” Coryo nodded. Running a hand over his beard (which he began sporting after receiving a scar along his jaw from an attempted mine uprising during a business trip in 12 that occurred about 15 years ago), he sighed, “Maybe if it was Heavensbee’s son I'd reconsider, but a Crane?”

You picked up your silver brush and began to brush your hair. “Coryo, I know how you feel about this, but we need to trust her judgment on this.”

“But-” Coryo began, only for you to cut him off with, “No buts, Coryo. Maybe we need to let her go to the Yule Ball with Seneca. Give her a tiny bit of leeway; show her that we trust her.”

“Fine…” Coryo relented with a defeated sigh. Pointing a finger at you, he declared, “But I’m giving him one hell of a shovel talk when that boy comes to pick her up for the Yule Ball.”

And your husband was true to his word. President Coriolanus Snow gave Senaca Crane the shovel talk of all shovel talks. In fact, Seneca was so nervous after that talk that he barely even looked at Demeter. In fact, after the Yule Ball he never talked to her again; made excuses to not be around her, etc.

Safe to say that President Coriolanus Snow scared away his daughter's first potential boyfriend. It could've been worse. At least he didn't poison the boy.

So, after the Yule Ball and the failed date with Seneca Crane, Demeter Snow went back to worrying about her studies and fashion. She didn't bring up the topic of dating again, much to her dad’s relief.

But in 3 years time President Snow would have to deal with his daughter falling for her tribute, but that's a story for another day.

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[chessholic]

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The One With

Joey's Food

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Joey Tribbiani

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Reader

Summary: JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD... However it seems that rule might not apply when it comes to you.

Author's Note: Someone asked me to publish my Joey fanfics, so this one is for you. <3

ps. I made that iconic Joey's Meatball Sub, it really made me feel alive again.

New comfort food unlocked

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You were so tired, and hungry.

Oh dear, you could eat a horse right now. Or maybe not if that meant eating the entire horse.

Finally you got yourself inside being greeted with everyone else except Joey.

Where was he? You could really just snuggle against your friend to forget all your worries. Joey felt like home, he felt safe.

Except Chandler would disagree with you, strongly, not that you could blame him after that robbery thingy.

"It's a zombie! Everybody, run!", Chandler shouted while jumping behind Ross and pushing him towards you.

"Hey!", Ross squeaked realising that Chandler, his best friend since the beginning of time, was sacrificing him to this supposed 'zombie'.

"Hahaha", you laughed a dry sarcastic laugh while getting your jacket off.

"What happened to you?", Rachel asked noticing your disheveled look.

"Your eye bags-", Rachel was saying before you gave her a stern look that did shut her up.

Monica also gave Rachel an are-you-serious look before helping you sit down at the kitchen tables chair

"Work huh?", Monica asked already knowing what was behind your current state.

Before you started to explain Joey made a grand appearance with his iconic sandwich. It makes your stomach growl and mouth water.

Joey sat at the table next to you, he gave you a tender look before getting ready to destroy his food, with the intention of not leaving even crumbs behind.

"So. I got to work a few hours early because my boss asked me to and as we know my boss, I couldn't refuse-", you started taking a deep breath.

"I had my mom's cooking for lunch, but there was so much going on I didn't have time to eat. And when I finally did- that ass had eaten it! My food! It was supposed to be the only good thing today, and it was taken away from me", you rambled trying not to break down completely.

"Oh, this reminds me of that 'MY SANDWICH' thing", Chandler said looking at Ross who just looked back at him shooting daggers out of his eyes.

"Oh, this gets much worse. I confronted that- idiot and it got a bit heated. Long story short, I got fired", you ended your story leaving out the details of wandering around the city crying your eyes out.

"Let's celebrate!", Phoebe cheered from the couch making everyone turn to look at her.

"Yeah, you hated that job! More than I hated serving coffee!", Rachel said trying to comfort you.

"I didn't hate the job, but the people", you muttered burying your face into your hands.

"That's my girl!", Chandler cheered giving you a quick pat on the back before hurrying towards the armchair.

Your stomach made a loud noise and you felt truly awful.

"Do you have anything to eat Monica? I don't have anything at home", you asked carefully your voice cracking slightly.

"I need to go quickly to the store-", Monica started hurrying to gather her stuff.

"Here, you can have my meatball sub"

The time seemed to slow down.

Phoebe stopped chewing her hair.

Rachel had her hand covering her mouth that was hanging open.

Monica dropped her purse to the floor.

Chandler almost fell off the armchair.

Ross had a look on his face that would be expected if someone would prove to him that dinosaurs had never existed.

You lifted your head to see Joey smiling and offering his food, to you, you.

Joey had a small amount of the sauce on his face.

"I already took a couple of bites if that's okay", he said looking a bit sheepish.

"Really?", you asked voice slightly shaky, knowing that nobody else dared to move or speak.

Joey nodded and you reached towards him. But to everyone's surprise you didn't take the sandwich.

However you got up and put your arms around his neck. Burying your face to his neck you mumbled so many thank you's that nobody could say exactly how many there was.

Maybe ten? Hundred? Hundreds? Who knows.

Then you gave a kiss to his cheek before pulling away and snatching the sandwich from him.

Eagerly you started eating it and you moaned slightly at the most delicious thing you had ever eaten.

"JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!", everyone suddenly shouted after they switched glances between each other.

Joey tried to look like he had no idea what they were talking about, his face was oddly red and he was feeling warm and fuzzy.

Joey loved seeing you happy, he could sacrifice one meatball sub for your happiness.

But only one.

When Joey looked at you eating happily his favourite Meatball Sub he couldn't even see anything else than you. He didn't even care about his friends who were still shocked and wanted answers.

Joey would give you every meatball sub for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you so utterly happy.

But he wanted a bite, at least.

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[itsagoodluckkiss]

I Know The End

Pairings: Roronoa Zoro x f!reader, platonic strawhats x f!reader

Summary: This is based on one of my favorite songs, I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers, and I take the meaning of this song as a "when you're at the bottom, the only way is up" kind of song. Reader is a friend of Nami, she has air powers and joins the Strawhats after they help her save her town.

Warnings: Mild East Blue spoilers, kinda OC Zoro, typical OP violence, otherwise pure fluff, no use of Y/N

WC: 3.7κ

A/N: Oi, hello there! This is my first One Piece fanfic, took me a bit more than I expected but I did it! I have another one for my first request on the way, but since this is my first, I had to post one about my fave! Also, I'm sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, and if you do, pretty please leave a comment! Requests are open! ❤️

“I’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado, I’m gonna chase it. I gotta go now, I know. Driving out into the sun, let the ultraviolet cover me up. Went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips… A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall, slot machines, fear of God… Big bolt of lightning hanging low. Over the coast everyone’s convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship.”

Feeling out of place is something you get used to when living in this part of the East Blue and seek adventure; it is called the weakest sea for some reason after all. Even if she loved her living place, she disliked the fact that people mostly minded their own business without blinking an eye to the suffering and corruption around them. She couldn’t entirely blame them; it wasn’t an easy thing caring about neighboring regions when your own was constantly hit by natural disasters, causing deaths and lifetime labors destroyed.

She had just learned that the Conomi Islands had been freed by Arlong’s cruel rule after eight whole years. She wondered how Nami was. They had met a couple of years ago when she caught her rummaging her family’s vault and helped her through it without getting her caught. She hid her in her room while the Navy was looking for the thief. She didn’t need the money and it was obvious to her that Nami did. Nami was her first real friend. The week they spent together, drinking and getting to know each other, talking about their backstories, their wants and plans for the future was the best in her life. She had promised that after she’d buy her village back and free it, she’d come to see her again. She hadn’t heard from Nami since.

They said it was because of the Marines the islands were liberated. She could never believe that for one second. Her curious personality always managed to get her into the Navy’s business, making her family’s influence and prestige on the island take a hit every time she got into trouble with them. She couldn’t help that all this talk from the Marines about justice and keeping the peace made her want to throw up on their shiny uniforms. She knew it was all an act for them and their allies to maintain power. How could Marines talk about values when regions and people were enslaved and the Navy turned a blind eye instead of helping, just for power and some berries?

Her dream was to end all that fake order and bring actual freedom to those in need; to become a freedom fighter and help people. She needed the right opportunity but also, she had to take advantage of every situation if she wanted to get away from that place someday and seek what she so wholeheartedly craved. So she learned her family’s secrets and strengths. It’s not every day you see generations of people knowing how to yield the air around them, giving them a bunch of abilities like flying or sucking the air out of their enemies’ lungs or causing hurricanes of every size. She knew when to play nice and be obedient so that her parents would teach her their ways, thinking that she would grow out of her rebellious phase, would learn about and protect her family’s rule. It’s not an easy task for them to cover up the Navy’s dirt on the island after all.  

The more she mastered her power, the more she could see that something was wrong with her family. She had started to notice the patterns. Every time the island was hit by a storm or a natural disaster, they were never home. At first, it would make sense that they’d go and help their people. Then, after the storms, her island’s Navy unit and its captain started collecting “taxes” for rebuilding the infrastructures. Thing was, the taxes would constantly go up, bringing inhabitants to their knees. Meanwhile, her family didn’t seem affected at all. They would just roam the island, giving advices and pacifying the angry voices that protested the Navy. So, she decided, in the next hurricane, she would learn her parents and older siblings’ sketchy business. She had to know what was the cause of all this and what she could do to change it.

~

Meeting new people travelling between islands and seas was a fascinating thing. She loved hearing stories about their adventures, about different places and bigger dangers, fights between pirates and marines or about the golden age of piracy. About the Grand Line, the different weather conditions in each island, the devil fruits and the abilities they gave their users. She would always wander through the port, looking for more myths coming to life by the sailors that docked their ships on her island for supplies.

When she spotted a beautiful pirate caravel, with a sheep figurehead in its bow and its Jolly Roger with a straw hat, docked in their port, she felt a strange wave of excitement and peace. She couldn’t explain it but that beautiful ship radiated so much love and care, like it had a soul of its own and a smile that made everyone feel like home if they stepped into it. She stood there, admiring it from afar, when she felt someone standing next to her.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Her name is Merry! She’s my ship.”

She turned to look at the stranger. A boy around the same age as hers, with a small scar under his right eye and a straw hat on his head, and that made her assume this was the captain. He had a smile so vibrant, it reminded her of the sun. His energy was so welcoming, she felt like she could be friends with him on a whim.

“Hello. She is indeed a sight to behold.”

She gave him a warm smile back, raising her hand to introduce herself.

“That’s a pretty name. I’m Luffy, and I’m gonna be King Of The Pirates!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, but it had no malice. She loved dreamers, being one herself, and even if she met that boy only a couple of minutes ago, she could see he would give everyone in the world a run for their money. A gust of wind blew, taking his hat away, and before he could react, she brought it back to him through the air around her. She placed it on his head and gave him a toothy grin.

“There! You can’t be King Of The Pirates without your trademark, right?”

“THANK YOU! YOU’VE GOT AIR POWERS? THAT’S SO COOL! YOU SHOULD JOIN OUR CREW!”

She was dumbfounded by his enthusiasm and his abrupt proposal. Never had she met anyone like him, so thrilled by her presence and her little air tricks. Before she could reply, she heard footsteps and another male voice behind her.

“Oi Luffy, stop scaring people by asking them to join us like that, will you?”

She turned to look at the deeper voice, and for a moment it felt like lighting coursing through her veins. Taller and more muscular than the boy next to her, he looked a bit older than them both, with short green hair and eyes gray as steel, three golden earrings that gleamed in the sunlight graced his left ear. He had a sharp gaze that radiated a strong and confident energy, one that lacked fear or hesitation. She never believed in love at first sight, but this felt as close as she could imagine it would feel. The man approached them and introduced himself to her.

“Roronoa Zoro? As in ‘Pirate Hunter’ Zoro? In a pirate crew?”

Of course she had heard of his reputation. Who didn’t know the infamous bounty hunter swordsman in the East Blue? He chuckled at her surprise.

“Yeah, well, long story short, this guy here has an effect of convincing people easily.”

“There you are, you idiots! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! We’re not here for me to babysit you not getting lost, we’re here to find my-”

She heard a familiar female shriek before she felt soft arms around her, squeezing her tight, and she immediately knew who it was. She could never forget her best friend’s hugs. She returned the hug as she screamed Nami’s name, before they both started to cry tears of joy. Her hand grabbed her upper arm, and she felt deep scars where her Arlong tattoo should be but was replaced by another, prettier one.

“I was so worried about you! I learned what happened to your village and I didn’t know what to think!”

“You should have known I’d be okay, you know I always pull through. Although, these guys were the greatest help I could get. They are the reason I’m freed and I wanted to keep my promise to you.”

She looked at the boys around them with gratitude, two more joining them, a blond boy wearing a suit, who looked like he would burst into flames from the heart eyes on his face and another one with wavy hair, a long nose and mischief in his eyes.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping my friend. She means the world to me!”

“Whoa, Nami’s your friend? Now you should definitely join our crew! We’ve heard so much about you, the only reason we stopped here before Loguetown was to find you!” Luffy said with enthusiasm.

“Yes, it’s not every day you hear someone born into money giving them away without question, hiding the thief in addition and fighting their way to get them out safely. You must be quite the character.” Zoro smirked at her.

“And to add to that, you’re also a sight to behold, my lady!” the blond boy said as he kissed her hand and introduced himself as Sanji, making her laugh at his advances.

“We’ve heard you have a great mind for plans too. Could use a strategist in this group of idiots that run into danger head on. I always device a plan to beat my enemies. I’m Usopp by the way.”

She was dumbfounded to say the least, taking them all and their kind words in. She met these guys a few moments ago, yet never had she felt such a feeling of being so welcomed by the people around her, she was so used to being ignored that this interaction almost made her sob. She kissed Nami’s cheek before letting her go.

“I… thank you guys… you’re all so sweet… but I don’t think I’m that good-”

“Bullshit, you’ll be the smartest person besides me in this crew. Come on now, I know how much you long to get the hell out of this place, they’ve never appreciated you anyways, and I don’t think anything changed since we met.” Nami proclaimed, smiling at her.

“No… not much anyway. I just learned how to use my powers now… Look, I don’t know what to think of this, I have-”

A loud rumble shook the earth below them. She felt the temperature drop rapidly and she knew what was coming. Now was her chance to find out the truth she looked for, the one that could possibly make her decide to cut ties with her family if her speculations were true. She turned to the Strawhats, as they called themselves, and smiled brightly.

“Thank you guys. But I have to run now. There are rooms for rent down this road, run and cover yourselves and don’t come out before the storm passes. Maybe I’ll see you around after that.”

As they started to protest, she flew off to the source of the hurricane she could see coming from afar.

And sure enough, the feeling of throwing up from disgust and despair overwhelmed her when she arrived at the source. She saw her family controlling the hurricanes and lightings that hit her island, and the Navy captain, who she knew was a devil fruit user, was shaking the ground, causing the earthquake, while his Unit watched from the sidewalks. Bodies were scattered around damaged buildings, scenery of pure horror. Before she could react to stop this, she felt boulders hitting her, splitting her lips and bruising her body, blood running down her jaw as she fell down.

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Logically, everything fell into place. Emotionally, nothing made sense. She couldn’t comprehend how she could have been raised by such cruel people. Her eyes welled up with tears, but not from the pain she felt on her body, but from the sight in front of her, as her parents approached her, proclaiming she was not mature enough to understand their family’s best interest and how she has always been such a disappointment, never listening, never following orders, an annoying, meddling child.

“Do whatever you want; we can’t do anything about her anymore.” Her parents proclaimed to the navy captain as he too approached.

“You’ve always been a pain in the ass and I can finally get rid of you.” The captain proclaimed as he unsheathed his sword.

She closed her eyes but she never felt the blade on her skin. The captain’s scream echoed as his arm got cut off from the shoulder, his sword hitting the ground.

“Swords are not toys, captain. You don’t get to play with them.”

Her head spin to the male voice behind her and her eyes widen as she saw the five pirates ready to fight. Zoro was the closest to her, having drawn one of his swords that was now covered in blood, leaving a clean cut on the marine’s shoulder. Usopp was standing a few feet behind, a slingshot in his hand as he shoot at the navy soldiers, the collision ended in blasts and the soldiers started to run away. Nami was holding a strange, long, steel pole that seemed by its use to control the weather around them with air bubbles.

“You’re not hurting a lady on my watch.” Sanji proclaimed before his leg collided with the bleeding captain’s face, kicking him to the ground.

“He was already done, curlybrows.”

“Shut your mouth, marimo!”

They were bickering as if they all were not in a life or death situation. The most shocking thing was Luffy, who was stretching his body as he was wielding what seemed to be the bark of a tree around, taking soldiers and her family with it.

“Nami said you had problems with your family. You seemed worried. So we followed you.” He said with a toothy grin.

Zoro grabbed her hand and raised her from the ground.

“You know how to fight I assume?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well then, let’s give them hell, pretty girl.”

~

Either way, we’re not alone. I’ll find a new place to be from. A haunted house with a picket fence, to float around and ghost my friends. I’m not afraid to disappear. The billboard said "The End Is Near". I turned around, there was nothing there. Yeah, I guess the end is here.”

And sure enough, she couldn’t believe the six of them managed to stop the destruction while fighting the whole navy unit and her family combined, who were now running away from the angry crowd that had assembled when the hurricanes stopped and saw the whole thing happening.

“You guys… I can’t thank you enough-”

“Pffff, that was nothing, it was funny being blown away, felt like flying hehe.” Luffy laughed as he grabbed her in a hug. “You’re Nami’s friend, so you are our friend too!”

She had started crying by now as she hugged Luffy back, the feelings she felt in that moment couldn’t be described.

“I think… I think I’ll join you guys!”

~

A week had passed since her family fled off the island that was now filled with marines who listed the damages and arrested their own dirty kind. They had made a futile attempt to take the strawhats in, and before they would even start a fight, the people of the island wreaked havoc, not even letting them close to their saviors. She took the crew in the house that was now hers.

She helped Nami move all the gold from the house onto their ship. She gave Usopp advices for his trinkets and how they would fly through the air easier. She cooked with Sanji and then would catalog the storages that would be taken with them to their journey, with Luffy receiving several kicks from the cook because he tried to eat everything. She had never had so much fun in her life as she had with them. Her favorite moments came at night, usually spent drinking with Zoro. They had talked about their childhoods, he had told her about his family how died when he was a toddler, his promise to his childhood friend who died way before her time, how he acquired that big scar across his chest. The more she got to know him, the more connected she felt to him, like a final puzzle piece falling right in to place.

On their last night, everyone was fast asleep, getting the rest they’d need since they would cross the entrance to the Grand Line the next day. But her anticipation wouldn’t let her sleep. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, she got off her bed and walked around the house, taking it in one last time. She had decided to gift it to a large family whose home got destroyed. It was a fact that she didn’t want anything to do with that place anymore. Tomorrow morning her life would change forever. Her mind leading her nowhere in particular, she walked to her terrace. The wind, soft and gentle, rustled through the leaves of the trees, creating a soothing melody, and she could see the sea ahead, illuminated by the moon, which casted a silvery glow on the water. It was a peaceful scene, yet she could feel her heart racing when she saw Zoro sitting on the bench of her terrace, polishing his swords. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked as he glanced at her.

“I… I guess I’m nervous about tomorrow.”

“It must be a little overwhelming, I guess. Don’t worry though, we’re a good crew, we’ll take care of you.”

A small smile played on his lips. His words were reassuring, but there was something else in his tone, something that made her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip, walking to the edge of the terrace, her hands holding on to the railing as she tried to find the right words to say.

“I know I’ll be safe with you, guys. It’s just… it feels like the end is near for me in this place… and being in a pirate crew is going to be something so new and big… and I don’t feel like I bring a lot on the table…”

He chuckled softly as he placed his swords down, walking towards to stand next to her, taking her hand in his to give a firm squeeze.

“The end is near for this part of your life, indeed. But you’re strong, you’re brave, and you’re a great fighter. You’ve been through a lot and yet you’re one of the kindest people I’ve met, still standing here, ready to face whatever comes next. That takes a lot of courage, and it takes character. I think you bring a lot, and you’re going to fit right in with us. You’re not alone.”

She smiled shyly, feeling warmth spread through her chest, her eyes almost welling up. He smiled back, his expression genuine.

“Thank you, Zoro. You really have no idea how much that means.”

“I think I do. I know what it’s like to be uncertain about the future, to feel like you don’t belong anywhere. But you belong with us now. You’re going to make a great crewmate. It’s good to have you on board. I have a feeling you’re going to surprise all of us with what you can do.” He paused, his expression a bit more serious. “And… if you need to talk… or vent or… anything… I’m here.”

A deep blush crept up across her cheeks. “I… thank you… for everything. Same goes for me.”

She felt her heart flutter as he continued to hold her hand, her stare moving to meet his gaze. She couldn’t help but feel more at ease with him and he couldn’t deny the way he felt either.

“For now, I think we should just enjoy being together and explore this new thing we’ll find ourselves in. Who knows what kind of trouble we’ll stumble upon?”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what awaits us.” She leaned a bit closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And I’m looking forward to get to know you better too.”

It was time for his heart to skip a beat at her words. Her eyes widened but before she could shy away, he leaned in closer, and their lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, a slow, gentle brushing of lips. The sounds of the forest faded away, leaving only the beating of their hearts and the rush of blood in their ears.

~

“Take care!”

“Come back soon!”

“Sorry I was mean to you, can’t wait to see you again!”

“Be safe and make us proud!”

“Don’t disappear!”

Most of the town’s people were at the port to give their regards to the strawhats and her. The others were already abroad, her being the last to climb the rope ladder on to her new home. She turned around before hoping on to the deck, and took in how weird and eerie her town looked now, like looking at a haunted house from afar.

“So, the end is near, then?”

She lifted her head to see Zoro’s smirk as he gave her his hand to lift her on to the ship. Someone shouted at her to not disappear. She wasn’t afraid of that. She was afraid of staying still. Her head turned around one last time and she saw nothing there.

“Yeah, I guess, the end is here.”

And she took his hand.

[mattybraps10]

I Can See You | Brendan Brisson x Hughes!OC

Summary: Phoebe Hughes loved being at the lake with her brothers more than anything. This is the last summer before Luke goes to New Jersey to join Jack, and she's ready to make the most of their changing lives. However, once she arrives, she learns that the boys have invited a special guest this summer... Brendan fucking Brisson.

Word Count: 1130

By: M

Parts: part two | part three | part four | part five

PART ONE:

With summer quickly approaching, Phoebe Hughes was ready to put her books away and lounge around the lake with her brothers. Although she had spent almost everyday with Luke whilst at school, she was still looking forward to having one-on-one time with the three of them like it used to be. She was proud of her brothers, of course, but with two of them in the NHL and one about to leave, she was starting to miss constantly being with them, something she’d never admit to. When the last day of the semester finally came, she and Luke packed up the car, smiling and waving to Luke’s teammates as they pulled out of the driveway. 

“Ready Pheebs?” Luke asked, turning the car onto the main road.

“Definitely.” Phoebe nodded, glad that summer continued to be a constant in their ever-changing lives. 

When they pulled up to the lake house, Phoebe was overwhelmed with the pure bliss accompanied by the wooded scenery. The lake was the one place that really felt like home to her after moving around so much as a kid. Stepping out of the car, Phoebe was transported back to high school summers with various members of her brothers’ teams, laughing around the fire pit without the stresses of adulthood. The smell of the pine trees filled her nose as she spun around, tilting her head back.

“Good to be back, huh?” Luke asked.

“You know how much I love this place.” She replied simply, everyone knew how much she loved her summers. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened and Jack stepped out, bumping into her.

“Umph- PHEEBS! I missed you kiddo.” Jack quickly wrapped her into a huge hug. Being the youngest of the Hughes siblings, Phoebe was used to being babied by her brothers and their friends.

“Missed you too Rowdy. Where’s Quinn?” She asked, stepping into the foyer. The foyer consisted of a massive hallway, and stairs leading down into the main rooms of the house. 

“Oh, Quinn’s just showing Briss around the house, you remember him right?” Boy did she remember him. Brendan had been her first crush, her first kiss, her first taste of teenage rebellion, and as all things go, her first heartbreak. Of course, the boys had no idea or Brendan would not have been invited back to the house, let alone breathing.

“Oh. Um. Maybe? You guys have a lot of friends.” She shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“You’ll recognize him when you see him, he was around a lot when we were younger. I’ll help Luke unload the car now, you should go find Quinn.” Jack said, dismissing Phoebe and walking out the door. 

Great.

Phoebe wandered down the stairs, mentally preparing herself for the overwhelming emotions that would come when she laid eyes on Brendan again. She thought she’d gotten over him when she’d ended up at University of Michigan in his wake, but the pain of what he’d done forever lingered. She didn’t really blame him, she was three years younger and never expected anything to come of their relationship, but it still hurt when he pulled away and left for college. 

“Hey Pheebs, how are ya?” Quinn said, walking to the foot of the stairs and pulling her into a long hug.

“Quinny, I missed you buddy.” She replied easily, hugging him back.

“By the way, Briss is in the guest room if you wanna say hi, I know you guys spent a lot of time together growing up.” Leave it to Quinn to have picked up on their fleeting relationship, although it seemed he didn't know the true nature of it. 

“Oh. Uh- Maybe. I’m gonna unpack first…”

“Is- Are you okay Pheebs?” Of course he picked up on her hesitancy. Quinn had always been the most observant of her brothers, he always knew when things were off about her.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Okay. We’re gonna head out on the boat in a bit if you wanna join.” He dropped the subject, although it was clear he didn’t believe her in the slightest. 

She walked to her room, opening her drawers and putting on an old swimsuit. Since she was usually only away during winter months, she left her warm weather clothes at the house, opting to make the drive on odd weekends when the weather warmed up. The bikini she grabbed had been Brendan’s favorite on her, small high waisted polka dot bottoms with a matching pink top. She hardly noticed the suit she’d grabbed, however, her mind preoccupied by thoughts of what it’d be like to finally see him again. 

“PHEEBS LETS GO!” Quinn yelled through the door, breaking her from her thoughts.

“COMING HOLD ON!!” She replied, pulling her brown hair out of its ponytail and letting it cascade down her shoulders. She ran out her door, figuring she’d grab one of her brother’s shirts as a cover up. 

“Woah.” A voice, Brendan, whispered. She wasn’t expecting him to look better than he had years before. He had been hot then, but now… Well now he was a whole other level of hot. 

“Pick your jaw up off the floor before my brothers see you ogling me. You had your shot, remember?” I said, walking into Jack’s room and grabbing a shirt from the closet. 

“Uh. Yeah.” He replied, following her into the room and scratching the back of his neck. As he raised his arm, his shirt lifted just slightly and Phoebe could see the outline of his abs, he certainly hadn’t had that when they were younger, that’s for sure.

“C’mon Lil’ Hughes, your brothers are already on the boat.” He said, leaning on the door frame as Phoebe put on Jack’s shirt, butterflies erupting in her stomach at the nickname she hadn’t heard in years.

He led the way down to the boathouse, making jokes and trying to rekindle their relationship and Phoebe couldn’t help but find it endearing. When they reached the boathouse, Phoebe was just about ready to forgive him.

“Hey Pheebs, Briss nice of y’all to finally join us.” Luke said, nodding in their direction.

“Woah, Pheebs, who’s shirt is that?” Jack asked, confused.

“You mean it’s not yours? Why the hell was it in your closet?” She asked, starting to get frustrated.

“It wasn’t- Briss and I traded rooms cause the other room was too bright for him with the big windows…”

“OH. MY. GOD. You’re wearing Briss’ shirt! HAHAHA!!” Luke interrupted Jack, cackling like a hyena. 

“Brendan.” Phoebe quickly turned to Brendan, her face shrouded in a frown. 

“I- What?” He asked, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

“I thought you knew?” He said, shrugging. “It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” 

[julienbakerpls]

julien definitely has a thing for biting

photo by @/Tomrathphoto on ig

Up against the wall with me - Part One 18+

THIS IS RPF IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT ✨✨✨

request- just going to a party w jb and her getting like hot and bothered by you dancing on her in front of everyone!

yeah i’m femme so grinding is like a thing for me lol like maybe bathroom sex at the party idk

One of your favorite things about Julien was watching her be completely herself, because she usually has her guard up so it's rare. There are typically only two times when she lets herself be completely free, when she was on stage with her boys, and right now. Julien was only ever complexly relaxed when she was getting lost in the music. You were currently sat at the bar watching Julien dance and be goofy with her friends, smiling to yourself over how silly she let herself be with them. The boys had just preformed their last US show of the tour and everyone was letting loose.

Julien finally took a break from dancing walking over to you and wrapping her hands around your hips, she was standing in between your legs so she had perfect access to burry her face in your cleavage.

"Jay!" you laughed feeling her smile into your chest. She pulled away looking up into your eyes and placed a kiss to your breast. You smiled shaking your head, before handing her your water to drink from. She drank the entire thing before licking her lips subconsciously, turning you on. She kissed you before saying something about going to find Phoebe.

-

After about 20 minutes you were getting kinda bored just waiting for Julien to get back so you went to find her and phoebe. You looked around the club that their management had rented out and tried to find them, you found phoebe quickly considering her partner was like 20 feet tall but no Julien..

You walked around the club 3 times before you spotted her talking to the bassist from the band that was playing with boygenius tonight. She was like 5 foot 11 and extremely gorgeous and had been flirting with JB every chance she got, much to your annoyance. Honestly it's not like you could blame her, even in just a tank and dickies Julien looked like sex on legs.

You knew you had nothing to worry about, Julien was the most loyal partner ever, but you couldn't help feeling slightly jealous and wanting to make Julien a little jealous too. Because one thing about Julien that not a lot of people know, is that she can be very possessive when it comes to you. You watched the interaction a bit more, laughing when you could tell Julien didn't want to be there anymore, but was just too nice to say anything.

You made your way onto the dance floor, letting your body move to the music, swinging your hips the way you know drives Julien crazy. You saw Julien look over doing a double take when she saw you, Her eyes raked down your body pausing on you hips before her heated gaze made it to your face. You smiled at her letting your hips swing back and forth, getting Julien hypnotized.

Halfway through the song you felt hands on your hips, turning to see Lucy behind you. The two of you laughed, Lucy pulling your hips more into hers.

"God, JB looks feral." Lucy whispered in your ear, turning the two of you slightly giving Julien a better view. You looked over to her still standing with the bassist looking like you were about to get fucked within an inch of your life.

You smiled to yourself watching Julien, walk towards you not saying goodbye to the bassist. The music changed to a talking heads song.

"Mind if I cut in, Luce?" Julien asked, like you were in cotillion. Lucy laughed, sticking to the bit and kissing your hand before shaking Juliens. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you turned to julien seeing her also smiling. She turned to you her face going serious, pulling your body into hers. Her breathing was heavy on your neck, as you felt her bite down.

"Jay," You gasp, pressing yourself onto her thigh, at the same time pressing yours between hers.

"Shelby probably thinks i'm the biggest asshole and it's all your fault," Julien Huffs out.

"Well, considering her name is definitely not shelby, i don't think it's all my fault.." Your laugh turning into a moan halfway through when she presses her thigh at the perfect angle.

"Yeah well I was so turned on by you I must have missed it," Julien says, grinding down onto your thigh, and kissing you roughly. You moan into her mouth, feeling her tongue press against yours.

"Did watching me dance get you wet, baby?" You whisper against her lips, pulling her hips down roughly against your thigh. Julien whined into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip.

"Everything about you fucking gets me wet," Julien said, kissing and biting down your neck, her hands moving from your hips up your body squeezing your breasts before cupping your face in both of her hands.

"Jay, people are watching," you whine, trying to kiss her but being held in place by her hands. The song changed in the background to something by the cure.

"I really don't care about other people right now.." Julien said biting down on your shoulder.

"Fuck," You gasp out, rolling your hips into hers.

"I love you so much baby, but i'm so horny right now i'm going to fuck you like I hate you." Julien smiles, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the bathroom. You follow her behind her in what feels like a daze, you love when JB gets like this so much.

"Anyone in here?" Julien called pushing open the bathroom door, she waited for an answer getting none. She pulled you in before locking the door, pushing you up onto the sink.

Julien spreads your thighs making room for her between them, her mouth finding yours instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy, Jay," you moan out kissing her roughly, and thanking god that you wore a skirt.

Juliens hands slide under your skirt pulling your panties down, groaning when she feels how soaked the lace is.

"You're dripping down your legs princess, you want me to clean you up?" Julien purrs against your lips. The noise that comes out of you is downright pornographic. You watch as she smiles, biting her lip and pushing her hair away from her face.

"C'mere Princess, let's see how sweet you are for me." Julien murmurs pulling one of your legs over her shoulder, and licking a flat stripe up your wet crease before parting your folds and sucking on your clit. She pulls away to bite your thigh before licking the wetness off. You moan watching her lick your thighs clean, before pushing her tongue into you. She fucks her tongue in before going back to massaging your clit. You gasp running your fingers through her hair, and pushing yourself more onto her face.

"Jay, please," You moan out braising yourself up against the mirror. Julien pulls away from you, standing up your leg still over her shoulder. Julien smiles sweetly at you tracing her fingers over your lips, using her index finger to part them. You suck them into your mouth, running your tongue over them, getting them nice and wet. The sound of Type O Negative's Love you to death, fades in from the club.

"You're so perfect, look at you all spread out for me, sucking on my fingers like a good girl." Julien says looking into your eyes, You watched her pop the button on her jeans sliding her other hand into them and massaging her clit. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, grabbing your other leg and pulling it onto her shoulder. She pressed the fingers you sucked to your clit massaging it, before pushing them into you and fucking you at a rough pace.

Your hips involuntarily buck up into her hand, her other hand coming out of her pants and pressing you down onto the counter. Her fingers wet on your hip, causing you to throw your head back against the mirror. You wince but quickly forget the pain as she speeds up her fingers now pressing the palm of her hand against you clit. You moan pulling her face to yours and kissing her, it's sloppy and heated and you can taste yourself on her lips.

Julien adds a third finger, you moan into her mouth unable to catch a deep breath and loosing the ability to kiss her completely.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?" Julien says against your neck, her breathing heavy, you feel your legs start to shake, your hands wrapping around her shoulders.

"Jay, I-" You gasp out, your whole body tensing up. Julien fucks you though your orgasm, you watch as she pulls her fingers from between your thighs and up to her mouth. You moan and pull her towards you, trying to kiss her but she resists because she still has her fingers in her mouth. She moans around her fingers, slowly pulling them from her mouth, you moan to the sight almost too much.

"You taste so good, princess." Julien smiles, kissing you slowly, before kissing your forehead.

"Jay, I need you," You whine pulling her towards you, Julien laughs gently pushing your legs off of her shoulders.

"Aw you need me baby?" Julien pouts, pulling your panties up your legs and helping you off the sink, your legs still shaking.

"Jay-" You're cut off by another kiss, Julien pushes you against the bathroom door.

"Let's get you back to the hotel room." Julien says against your lips, unlocking the bathroom door and opening it. The prettiest star by David Bowie streams in from the now open door, and you think it's fitting because you're looking at her.

[lesbianmarrow]

the thing that surprised me in syzygy was mulder eventually deciding he didn't want to sleep with detective white. at the beginning of the episode i definitely thought they were going to hook up given how flirtatious he was being toward her. it seemed like he wanted to get in her pants at first (soooo unprofessional but isnt he always) but then didn't want to anymore bc he was too torn up over how he and scully weren't getting along. i could see his initial flirting with white as him trying to escape that tension between him and scully, only of course it just made everything worse.

it's notable that this is the first time mulder is trying to hook up with someone while scully is right there. the past 2 instances happened when she was away, and i think she feels extra offended (and "humiliated" as she says) that he's doing it while she's right there. i think she even feels rejected and like she's being made to feel like she's not good enough. mulder's comments to white about scully's skepticism are so hurtful in part because they're creating an "us vs them" where the "us" is mulder and white and the "them" is scully, when usually the "us" is mulder and scully and the "them" is the rest of the world. it's not just the betrayal of this that hurts scully, it's that it's in service of mulder trying to seduce some other woman. such a petty reason for him to turn on her in that way.

i've seen fans discuss the mulder/white motel room scene as white sexually assaulting mulder, and they're not wrong, but i think it's also more complicated than that - she's definitely assaulting him in a way that's totally inappropriate, but i don't think mulder really fully gets that a woman pressuring him into sex that way is not okay, particularly when it's a beautiful woman who he's flirted with and has wanted to have sex with. the same thing happens with phoebe in season 1. (scully's absolute disinterest in exploiting mulder sexually makes a beautiful contrast to that i think. you can just feel that she would never do this, and wants to protect him from people who would.) i got the sense that mulder was protesting so hard against white's advances because there was a part of him that did want to have sex with her, but he's so conflicted and upset and guilty that he knows he would regret it, so he's trying not to let her convince him to hook up. because he feels like he COULD be convinced. still absolutely not okay on white's part - the script tries to blame it on the syzygy but that feels weak to me.

i found darren mooney's review of this episode very illuminating - he posits that it's chris carter's attempt to do a darin morgan-style comedy episode. i hadn't thought of this episode as comedic at all while watching it, but after i read that i could see where the episode was intended to be a comedy and particularly how the sexual aspects were meant to come across as funny and raunchy. like, mulder spending the whole episode trying to get with this woman only to decide he doesn't want her just as she's throwing herself at him - the situation is very screwball comedy, only when you're watching it it's not actually funny at all. i think a lot of the directing choices fight against that lighthearted comedic impulse, giving the mulder/scully conflict more weight, and i think the episode is stronger for it. it's still funny, but in a grim way. like a cocktail party where everyone's talking shit about each other and feelings are getting hurt but you can't tear your eyes away from the mess. as a comedy story i think it fails utterly but as a drama i find it compelling.

[kryptonianheroao3]

I really want to write and angsty Phoebe Spengler fic that delves into her father leaving ‘because of her’.

I have this idea for one where Phoebe and Callie are having a huge argument after Phoebe disobeyed her mom’s orders during a bust and almost got them all killed. She still managed to capture the ghost, but it was an unnecessary risk. The argument is bigger than usual, as Callie has had enough of Phoebe not listening to her, and Phoebe has had enough of her mom constantly telling her not to do things when she knows it will capture the ghost.

They’re arguing, and Phoebe is making comments about how Callie always makes the wrong decisions during busts, and how she has to be the one to solve the problems. About how she’s tired of her mom not listening to her and understanding that she knows what she’s doing. She starts going on about how she is always on her case about everything, and she just wishes she’d back off a bit.

Callie is getting hurt by this, and starts going off about how she does everything for Phoebe. She’s letting her minor daughter be a Ghostbuster, she worked her ass off to support the three of them before Summerville, she’s always supported Phoebe with everything she wanted to do (Phoebe wanted to go to a science convention, Callie worked overtime to pay for it. Phoebe wanted an expensive toolkit for Christmas, Callie bought it for her even if it made her struggle for the rest of the month, etc.). She says that she has done everything to make sure her and Trevor can have good childhoods after their father walked out.

Phoebe then makes a comment which really stings and Callie just says ‘well, at least I stayed, Phoebe. So maybe you should be thankful for that.’

And she’s not saying it to be cruel. She’s not saying she wishes she’d left as well. She’s pointing out that whilst Phoebe is complaining about everything she does, at least she stayed around for her kids. She didn’t leave the moment he couldn’t handle things like their father did.

But that’s not how Phoebe hears it. She’s never said it but it’s always been a sensitive topic for her, her father leaving. Despite how everyone says he left because he was a dick, she knows he actually left because he didn’t know how to handle her. He thought she was weird, he thought she was a difficult child and part of her has always subconsciously blamed herself for their father leaving and making life difficult for them. So when her mom makes that comment, it makes Phoebe think that her mom didn’t want to deal with her either but had to because their father beat her to the punch and left before she could.

So Phoebe decides that maybe she is difficult. Maybe all their problems was her fault, so she decides that she should be better by not being herself. So she boxes everything up. She stops her science experiments that are costing money and sometimes damaging their home. She listens to her mother and does exactly what she tells her to, even when it leads to countless ghosts escaping them. She becomes perfectly obedient and never argues back, but in doing so, barely speaks. She just does what she’s told to, when she told to and never argues about it.

And that’s how Callie realises something is wrong. She’s always wanted Phoebe to listen to her and do what she says when they’re busting ghosts, but all of a sudden Phoebe never argues back at all. She tells her to stay, Phoebe stays. She tells her it’s too risky to trap a ghost, Phoebe listens (even when it leads to the ghost escaping). She’s stopped with her experiments and has stopped asking if they could buy her new tools. And she hates that it has made things a bit easier but that’s also why she’s worried.

So one day, when they’re on a bust. It’s just the two of them. Trevor and Gary have gone off in one direction, they’re in another. So Callie decides there to ask Phoebe about it. She mentions that she hasn’t heard her say anything about making improvements to the firehouse or their gear, she mentions that she wasn’t expecting for Phoebe to listen to her when she told her not to go off solo and she wonders what changed.

But what Phoebe says breaks her heart. Phoebe just shrugs and mumbles ‘I didn’t want to be difficult. If I’m difficult, it means you’ll leave me behind.’

[artsygirl0315]

Can we see the caramel cursed version of Sector PHP? Also, I love your caramel cursed version of the Delightful Children!

(Ahh, Thank you so much! Glad you like them, They're just a bunch of charming a-holes!!💙)

Here is the Caramel Cursed version of Sector PHP!

Tyson (Tyler) loses his sense of motivation of being a leader and merely follows through with whatever, He is prim and proper but most likely the least patient person and will not tolerate any misdemeanor from the group.

Micah (Mella) loses their ability to be caring and is more impulsive and easy to displease, Will not hesitate to put someone in their place and be physical. They're always angry and will find a way to put the blame on someone else, Could never be the brains nor the brawn but hell can they fight.

Ethan (Evan) loses his happy-go-lucky self and is the most violent one of the group, he sees everything as a negative and will always put others down. Will never find it within himself to care or sympathize for others.

Phoenix (Phoebe) loses her fierce demeanor and is more likely to be scared of anything, she is the weakest and can't fight for the life of her. She is always weary and cautious of everything, will not let anyone near 5 feet of her.

Jasper (Jeremiah) loses his intelligence and is more accident prone than anyone in the group, he will always never know what to do and is quite annoying with questions. Can't finish a job for the likes of it, he is the least calm out of everyone and is the exact opposite of 'chill'.

[effervescentdragon]

another joe sheisty girlie (gn)

godspeed

@hourcat COME HERE AND ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

But also HOLY FUCK

IM FINE ITS FINE IM FINE ITS OKAY ITS ALL FINE

[laneywrld]

Lose Your Faith In Me | Austin!Elvis

part two , masterlist

Warnings : no warnings just heartbreaking angst.

sorry in advance, for the sadness and the horrible writing!

enjoy my first ever writing :)

Based on the song, The Gold by Phoebe Bridgers. (I guarantee that listening to it as you read makes it 10x better)

Listen while you read:

Apple Music , Spotify

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when these changes in Elvis started. He wasn’t always so angry, so mean, so well, scary. As much as you hate to admit it, Elvis scared you now. Years ago, ceilings were hard to imagine with Elvis, nothing had a limit and anything was possible. Today, you feel trapped.

Trapped between the four walls of the International Hotel watching your husband shout so loudly at anyone who so much as breathed the wrong way. For that very reason, you kept a great distance away, comfortable in your makeshift seat on the steps of the stage, just listening to the harsh words escaping his mouth. 

You remember when he’d laugh and cry tears of joy after his shows. So proud of how far he’d come and what he’d accomplished. Nowadays it seems as though something’s always wrong. Nothing is ever enough or good enough. Including you.

You had such confidence in yourself before Elvis. Before Elvis, you knew your worth. Knew exactly what you’d tolerate and how little you would take, especially in relationships. But things were different with Elvis, and you know it’s only because you love him so much that you let him treat you and everyone around you like shit. 

You sat on the abandoned steps for so long contemplating everything, especially the way your relationship with Elvis has gone downhill so fast. So long, that you’d failed to realize you were alone until the last light flickered off and there was no one present except you and the lonesome darkness. 

With a sigh, you lifted yourself from the surface and begrudgingly began your walk to the elevators. After a show like this, you knew tonight was bound to be hell. You didn't want to blame Elvis or be upset with him. You knew exactly why he behaved how he did, but you wished he wouldn't. God did you wish he would go back to himself. And on the long ride to the very top floor, you reminisced. You thought back to all of the sweet moments with your love and how times like these seemed so impossible.

I believed you were crazy, 

you believed you loved me.

“I love you, darling, y’know that, right? I don’t think I ever loved anything or anyone like I love you satnin.” Elvis muttered head turned up to the sky as you both rested on the blanket in the middle of the field at Graceland. Whilst he sat head held high, your head lay gently in his lap, his hand caressing the side of your face. 

Startled by your silence, his head slowly tilted downward where he met your lovestruck eyes. Suddenly aware of the eye contact between you two you spoke up, “you talking to me Elvis?” With a soft chuckle, he ran fingers from their comfortable place of fidgeting with your earlobe to cupping your jaw in a soft embrace, “yea, I’m talking to you, mama. I love ya.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rushed to your cheeks or the smile that found its way onto your face. “I think you’re crazy, baby.” you giggled. “Crazy in love with ya!” he cackled, dropping his hand from your face and lifting your body entirely onto his lap. “I’m crazy in love with you, I swear it. I got faith that you're it for me, you hear?”.  

you can’t open your eyes for awhile

you just breathe 

that moment down

“I love you, Elvis Presley. I love you more than life, bewbie.” And he held you so close and tight whilst you laughed at the nickname. At that moment, nothing mattered, with closed eyes and uncontrollable laughter you held each other and thought about your life together and how you wanted to spend it together forever. 

Oh, how the times have changed. 

The second the ‘ding’ of the elevator freed you from your thoughts, you were instantly met with the eyes of your star, and were they anything but shining.

You hadn’t seen Elvis for months since he began touring with Hank Snow, so when you met his eyes as he arrived in front of his mama's apartment building, you felt like you would die from excitement. “Baby!” You heard his voice shout as he jumped out of the passenger side of the car. In seconds the car door was slammed and you were high in the sky, being twirled around by the love of your life.

“I don’t ever wanna be apart from you again sweetheart, can’t breathe without ya” he muttered into your neck as he finally let you down and embraced you in a crushing hug. “I don’t ever wanna be without you either baby,” you whispered back before placing your lips onto his in the most gentle kiss. You swore his lips were what love tasted like.

Elvis was always so soft and gentle with you, even when he carried you upstairs and made love to you in his bed and held you to his chest afterward. 

“How did it feel being a star baby?” you asked, tracing random shapes onto his abdomen. “I thought you said I been a star?” He grinned, angling his head to look down at you. “Not that way baby! A Superstar!” You grinned right back up at him. “It felt incredible, darling like I was flying to the rock of eternity y’know?” 

“Yea, I got a feeling.” you smiled still staring deep into his eyes. The look of love in both of your eyes was enough for you both to lose your breath. With his rosy cheeks and shy smile, he placed a soft kiss on your hair and rubbed your back ever so gently. 

you just breathe 

that moment down

It’s such a shame, now looking back at how this relationship has managed to turn to shit. 

I don’t wanna bark here anymore,

what the hell are we gonna do a 

black mile to the surface

“Where the hell you been ?” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “I was still downstairs Elvis, I didn’t realize y’all left.” You muttered walking through the living area to your shared room. You could hear him muttering nonsense as he followed behind you. 

“What was that you called yourself doing with that man out there!” he called out slamming the room door. 

“It was nothing, baby, he was asking about the set,” you spoke calmly, slowly removing your shoes and earrings. “Now I ain’t the smartest but I sure ain’t a damn idiot y/n,” he grunted sitting on the edge of the bed watching you prepare yourself for bed. “Now tell me what the hell you got planned huh you thinkin’ you can just plot without me knowin’.” He spoke slowly in a threatening voice. And when you shook your head and exhaled a breath, choosing to ignore him. He grabbed your arm roughly pulling you towards him. 

“What the hell Elvis!” You shouted, yanking your arm back, “That hurt!”

From the look on his face, you could tell he regretted grabbing you that way the second he did it. “I’m sorry baby I just- I”

“Go to bed! God dammit can we go to bed please!” you begged tossing on your robe and pulling back the covers. 

“Yea, we can go to bed, let’s just lie together, yeah?” He was rambling, a low-down mess he was. Rushing to the other side he did the same and quickly slid in behind you. With your back turned to him you could hear his ragged breathing and you knew he had something to say. 

“I ain’t mean to do that mama, swear I didn’t. Dr. Nick I- he-” and he struggled to speak for a while with a grunt he continued. “He gave me some more medicine, I’m just a little irritated is all, I swear, I couldn’t control it, I ain’t wanna do that to ya, I don’t ever wanna hurt you doll.”

You didn’t reply, instead opting to pretend you were sleeping. 

Our cave’s collapsing, I don't wanna be me anymore.

“I love you, darling, I swear I ain’t crazy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I know I love ya, and I still got faith in us, okay always gonna be me and you. Imma forever be your star I promise you baby, imma hold on to you forever, you’re it for me, my rock of eternity ya hear? I love you.” 

With no response, he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to your face. Unbeknownst to you, he lay awake for a while as well. Taking a trip to the bathroom and running the shower, he sat against the door wiping his tears. The truth was he didn’t know why he was so angry all the time. He knew it wasn’t you and he hated the way he’d project his anger onto you. So he cried and held his knuckles to his mouth to muffle his unstable breathing and he wiped his tears, turned off the shower, and made his way to you again with one final kiss and one final whisper “I love you”, he opted to find his way to sleep as well. Not before praying to god, his mama, and the moon, that you’d be able to have the same faith in him that he has in you to love him all the same.

you don’t open your eyes for a while,

just breathe that moment down.

You waited until his breathing evened out before you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom where you stared at yourself in the mirror thinking about Elvis and your relationship and how everything has changed. You couldn’t even recognize yourself in the reflection and you knew what you had to do.

couldn’t really love you anymore,

you’ve become my ceiling.

I don’t think I love you anymore,

that gold mine changed you,

you don’t have to hold me anymore,

With a speed you’ve never had before you rushed to collect your belongings from around the suite, not bothering to be quiet. You knew with the drugs Dr. Nick had given your poor star that he’d sleep through anything. Waiting at the elevator you felt the need to go lie back down beside your heart but you couldn’t and you knew that. But you couldn't deny how hard this was and how bad you’d miss that man. 

So with slow feet, you ended up by his side pressing one last gentle kiss to his lips and wiping away the tear that had dropped onto his face. It didn’t taste like love, maybe that’s what you were hoping for, and maybe you would have stayed. But you had spent half of your life with this man and you couldn’t spend the rest of it feeling the way he’s learned to treat you. 

It all tastes like poison

Lose your faith in me.

You believed he was crazy, he believed he loved you, maybe he was indeed crazy in love. But there was no doubt that you both had faith in each other and the faith that you’d be it for each other, always. 

With a shaky breath you pulled the ring from your finger and placed it on his nightstand.

So lose your faith in me.

part two

If you enjoyed this work, try White Dress :)

[thesapphicsoldier]

Everyone always talks about how Robin and Will should meet and connect in season 5, and yes I definitely agree, but—

Imagine her meeting Mike. Her seeing his closed off feelings. Her seeing the way he looks at Will. Her seeing how defensive he gets at the mere idea of him being intimate with a man, even if it wasn’t intended to be romantic (“we’re friends, we’re friends!”). She seems him. Really sees him. She knows what it was like to be young and in denial. In fact, she was about his age when she finally started to connect the rainbow colored dots, and things would have been a hell of a lot easier if she had someone to talk to it about.

So she gets close to him. Or at least, she tries to— Mike is a bit suspicious of her constantly running up to him or inserting herself into his conversations (and well, Robin isn’t the best at talking to people). But eventually, Mike warms up to her a little. He starts talking to her about dnd and even vecna, and if Robin were being optimistic, she’d say they’re friends. After awhile Robin starts dropping hints about her sexuality. (“Oh my god, Phoebe Kates is so hot, don’t you think?” - “I guess so— wait, you think Phoebe Kates is hot?” - “Hell yeah, are you kidding?!) Though it’s the 80s, she’s not scared. She’s talking to someone like her after all, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

But Mike doesn’t seem to be getting it. So she tells him about her crush on Vickie. At first he’s confused and asks her if Vickie is short for Victor or something like that, she tells him no. Vickie is the cute redhead that helps make the sandwiches. He’s shocked to say the least. He stands there wide eyed and mouth agape for about two minutes. Robin wonders if he’s going to run away or make some sort of “you’re going to hell” retort (she wouldn’t blame him for it, she went through that phase in elementary school). But he just… starts talking. Asking questions. Normal questions, like “how’d you guys meet?” or “are you gonna ask her out?” Robin is surprised about how casual he’s being. She had fully prepared herself for a meltdown or for him to not speak to her for weeks, but he just acted… normal. Maybe that’s what he wanted to do. To pretend, even just for a second, that being gay wasn’t such a bad thing. That it wasn’t satanic or disgusting or the cause of diseases, it was just normal. That he’s normal.

Weeks go by as the group tries to figure out how to defeat vecna, once and for all. Robin continues to tell Mike about Vickie, eventually telling him how they’re now happily dating (which she could tell Mike tried his best to not smile at). Mike doesn’t tell her about himself though, and she doesn’t expect him to. The road to self acceptance is long and rocky, with lots of bumps and turns on the way— and sometimes you never reach the end of it, though you hope with all your heart you do. Robin just wants him to know that being himself is okay, and that if he ever needs her, she’s right here.

It was a cold and rainy afternoon when Mike found Robin in the shed, visibly sweaty and conflicted. He looks left and right about fifty times before he mutters, barely above a whisper:

“Hey Robin?”

“Hm?”

“How did you know you were… different?”

Robin simply smiles, the warmest she possibly could, and tells him to sit down.

[ouatsqincorrect]

Each of the fam’s favourite F.R.I.E.N.D.S character and why?

anon i love you

snow: she says it’s like chandler or rachel but it’s totally phoebe. free spirit! hope! all those goody feely things snow loves (albeit with more edge phoebe buffay you absolute queen)

david: chandler bing. who he aspires to be. relates to the most. always makes jokes when he’s uncomfortable. hopeless, awkward and desperate for love (but also likes joey because well.)

regina: monica because monica understands her in a way no one this family couldn’t (ironing wrapping paper after parties, kitchen always clean, secret closet full of shit)

henry: i wanna say chandler? thinks he’s the funniest character on the show

emma: also chandler. apparently everyone in this family loves chandler and really who can blame them. chandler makes her laugh the most and emma likes to laugh when she watches tv

zelena: says it’s rachel because she thinks it’s the answer the makes her look the coolest but it’s actually phoebe (snow is not allowed to know this)

belle: it’s a tie between rachel and joey. she goes through a phase where she tries to dress like rachel and she 100% relates to joey not being taken seriously at times—

rumple: ross, no further questions

[saywhatjessie]

Biscuits with the Bisexuals (plus Trent)

Day five of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 5: Holiday Baking. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: TedTrent & RoyJamie .7k[Ao3]

“It’s real nice for you to let us use your kitchen, Roy.”

Jamie heard Roy grunt as he led their guests into the kitchen. Ted Lasso’s smiling face appeared through the entryway, his wide American eyes staring unashamedly around Roy’s house. Trent Crimm followed with only fractionally less obvious curiosity.

“He’s letting you use his kitchen, darling,” Trent told Ted, pulling himself onto a barstool at the island. “I’m here to look pretty and heckle.”

“Oh, mint, me too!” Jamie said, hopping up next to him. “I usually sit on the counter, though.”

“Keep your arse off my counters,” Roy glared but Jamie just grinned back, sunnily. He huffed a breath, hiding his own smile (but Jamie still saw it. He always saw it.) before turning back to Ted. “And I’m not letting you use my kitchen, I’m putting you to work.”

Ted nodded, affably. “Well point the way and I’ll make like Riri, Roy-Roy.”

“No,” Roy said.

Jamie rolled his eyes, turning to Trent. “He’s just grumpy because he was left out of his family text thread on who was bringing what to the family biscuit exchange.”

“Biscuits aren’t even a Hanukkah tradition!” Roy shouted. “Fucking Christians, ruining everything.”

“He has to blame the Christians because it was Phoebe’s idea but he can’t ever blame Phoebe for anything.”

“The Christians got to her! She’s an impressionable child! Not her fault.”

Jamie gestured at Roy as if to say ‘see?’. Trent snorted.

“Well if you don’t wanna do cookies why are you so steamed you weren’t in the group chat?”

Roy grunted, turning away from them to bring out the stand mixer.

“He’s mad because it was only women in the group chat.” Jamie told them. “HIs sister Ruth was the one who told him about it, all confused because she doesn’t cook or nothing. Roy then made a big stink about gender essentialism and how he should have been given the option to contribute, even if he thinks a biscuit exchange is dumb.”

“It is dumb,” Roy grumbled, pulling our various measuring bowls.

“I know, babe,” Jamie told him, giving him a sympathetic put he couldn’t see. Trent snickered into his hand.

“Well, hey, Roy, that’s great! Standing up for gender equality.” Ted said, grinning. “You’re like that tall fella from High School Musical who wants to bake and play basketball. You won’t stick to this status quo.”

Jamie snorted. “Except Roy can’t bake. He’s dead good at cooking and that but he can’t make a biscuit for love or honey.”

“It’s love or money you twat.”

“Oi, is that any way to speak to your honey?”

Roy growled. Jamie winked at him.

“Well, Roy, I am happy to lend my expertise,” Ted chimed in. “Might be fun to coach on you something I actually know something about. Switch it up.”

Roy snorted but his mouth tilted into an almost smile which cheered everyone up.

Jamie leaned over the island. “Get us some tea, Roy?”

“Get it yourself,” Roy said but started the kettle himself anyway.

“So what are you baking biscuits for, Coach?” Jamie asked, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Well, Rebecca has praised me a bit too much in front of the rest of Nelson Road “ Ted winced. “So I’m making a super batch so everyone can get some. Little too much for my tiny kitchen.”

Jamie hummed. “Roy, can I try some of Coach’s biscuits?”

“No.”

Jamie whined. “Just one! While he’s here! If everyone’s gonna be talking about how lush they are, I wanna know how lush they are. Even if I can’t have more than one.”

“We can make him do squats to work it off,” Trent reasoned.

Roy snorted. “You know nothing about nutrition or fitness plans for athletes, Crimm. He’d do cardio, not muscle training.”

“Jumping jacks, then.” Trent shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“You’re a freak, Crimm,” Roy told him, but he didn’t sound unhappy about it.

Ted and Jamie laughed.

“Well let’s get bakin’, Clay Aiken!’

“Perfect appropriate queer reference, Ted,”

“Thanks, sweetheart,”

“You’re insufferable.” Roy told them.

“So are we, though!” Jamie responded cheerfully.

“Do you think the oven’s preheated enough for me to put my head in?” Roy asked.

“Are you a biscuit?” Trent asked.

“More of a tart,” Jamie responded.

“No, Jamie, you’re the Tartt.”

“This was a mistake.” Roy said.

They made 12 dozen biscuits.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

she'll be the best you ever had if you let her (n.p.t.)

note: i'm not sure i totally LOVE this idea but @cottagecori is my resident enabler so you're getting 2k words of something i may or may not continue

cw: quote unquote affairs, swearing, bisexual reader, this won't be everyone's cup of tea and that's okay! it's not for you!, is this poetic genius or have i just been listening to too much phoebe bridgers

“and i can wish all that I want but it won’t bring us together”

December 2021

Your hand shakes as you move to wipe away the tear that began to fall down your face. Sam’s hand finds yours, squeezing. 

“I’m sorry.” You hear your best friend whisper. “You didn’t deserve this. I’m sorry.” 

-

May 2021

Meeting Natasha had been like coming home after a long day, warm and safe. 

You’d only been back in San Diego for a week and a half when you’d run into her on your first day volunteering at the U.S.S. Midway. They’d been having an event for certain Navy personnel and needed extra hands, which is how you'd ended up meeting her. 

Even dressed in her formal blues and her hair pinned back in a tight bun, you’d been left more than a little flustered by her striking beauty, much to the amusement of the other volunteer you’d been working with. 

She’d been kind, chatting with you as there was a delay in the program, her nimble fingers brushing yours as she takes a booklet from you. 

You’ll blame the redness of your cheeks on the beaming sun atop the retired Naval aircraft carrier before you’d ever admit such a short interaction had left you feeling so much. 

But Sofia knows, as you will come to learn that she always does, and mentions that a bunch of the younger volunteers, kids of Navy officers, are headed to a local Navy bar for the evening. Invites you along with the promise of a good evening. 

And you know, in your soul, that you don’t typically enjoy nights out. Not in packed, crowded bars, certainly not surrounded by drunken military men. 

But this part of your life is supposed to be different and it will never be different if you don’t make decisions you normally wouldn’t. 

So with a twinkle in Sofia’s eye and a warm smile on her face, you link your arm with her and follow her off the looming ship on the shores of La Jolla. 

-

In hindsight, you should’ve known. Should’ve taken the twinkle in Sofia’s eye for mirth and laughter and trouble, but you can hardly bring yourself to care as Natasha’s mouth slots against yours. As one hand rests in your belt loops and the other soft yet firm against your cheek. 

The loud music in the bar seems to drown out in the corner you’re tucked away in, any and all thoughts fleeting as Natasha’s surprisingly soft lips press against yours again and again. She’s all you can focus on, the warmth spreading through your body as you think about how good it feels to be doing this again, to be doing this with her. 

-

Falling in love with Natasha is simple. 

It’s easy, like falling asleep. 

She’s as kind as she is strong-willed, a duality that shouldn’t exist together but does. 

You can see, even from easy conversation, how much she cares about this team that she’s stationed with, how much they’re family to her. 

She’s older than you, not by much, but enough to make you feel like she’s one of those real adults you always joke about with your friends. It’s something that should make you insecure, dating someone who had their life and shit together but never does. Natasha isn’t like that, would never make you feel small. 

Her friends might, a few of them making teasing comments about if you’re even of legal drinking age the first time she brings you back to the Hard Deck, but you know that you have always looked younger than you are. 

(You’d worked with middle schoolers in your freshman year of college and they all thought you were 14. You knew.)

But still, Natasha is there, warding them off with a witty comeback and a hand on your back, something that settles your nerves more than any amount of alcohol ever could. She didn’t have to do this, you knew, remembering the way your ex had let you sit there as you got torn apart by his friends. 

But Natasha isn’t him. She’s kind, and warm, and light. She listens to you on your good days and your bad days, makes you coffee on late nights as you slouch over books and an open Google doc, and brings you groceries when she knows you’ll be too busy to remember to do it yourself. 

She makes sure you always feel seen and heard. She goes to the airport with you to pick up Sam and Fran when they move back to San Diego and joins you on game nights with your cohort and your friends from the Midway. She supports all your dreams, no matter how small they may seem to other people. She has your friends from college giggling over a margarita about how they’re impressed you finally managed to date someone who’s nice to you. She makes it a point to be at all your presentations and always read through the drafts of your thesis when it feels like your eyes might melt. 

In short, Natasha loves you. To her, it’s simple and honestly, how could you not love her in return? 

Natasha knows you and loves you. She loves you because she knows you.

Which is why it feels like a dagger cut so deep when Natasha admits to you that she knew. 

-

November 2017

His fingers tremble with rage as he sets the paper down, barely breathing as he struggles to meet his partner’s eye. 

“How long?” He whispers. 

“Tom-” 

“How. long.” He grits out. 

Pete sighs. “Since August.” 

“Three months.” He whispers. “Three months and you hid this from me the whole time?” 

“You were sick Tom, I needed you to get better. You never would if you had known. And- And I hardly know anything as it is-” 

“You know enough.” He spits out, eyes unable to look at just one piece of information on the papers scattered out in front of him. “And this girl? What do you plan to do?”

Pete sighs again. “She’s my daughter, Tom. I have to know her. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.” He whispers, a fact that is making bile rise in his still-healing throat. 

“No.” He says with a quick shake of his head. “No. If you want to stay married to me, she stays out of our life.” 

-

July 2021

“Okay, thoughts?” You say, stepping out into the living room. 

“You look pretty!” Fran exclaims as Sam nods his head in agreement. 

You weren’t sure what was appropriate attire to meet Natasha’s friends, other than Natasha telling you to wear whatever made you most comfortable. You’d been through six different outfits, each one being pulled off faster than the last. 

“But we’ve said that about all of them.” 

You heave a sigh, flattening out the skirt of the dress. “I know but-” 

“No buts. You look incredibly pretty and Nat is going to like you just as much as she did yesterday.” Sam says firmly. 

You sigh again, glancing ​​at him. “I wish you guys were coming with me.” You admit quietly before plopping down on the couch next to Fran. 

Fran leans over to straighten the straps of​​ the dress, as she offers you a knowing smile. “You’re gonna have a good time. Sam and I can entertain ourselves for an evening, you know.” 

“I did live here for a while, remember!” Sam shouts from the kitchen.

When had he gone into the kitchen?

You hum as a knock sounds at the door, signaling Natasha’s arrival. You push yourself off the couch to answer her, unable to swallow the smile that spreads when you realize she’s brought you flowers. 

“You didn’t have to.” You whisper, taking the bunches of sunflowers from her. 

“I wanted to.” She says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you can go far. She shuts the door behind her, following you into the foyer and then the living room. Fran brightens as she sees Natasha. 

“Let me take these from you.” Fran offers, before extending her other hand to Natasha. “You must be Natasha. I’m Fran. Sam’s in the kitchen. Babe, do you have a vase?” 

“I don’t know.” He calls back. “Why would we need a- oh.” Sam gives you a grin as he appears. “Yeah, let me see if I can rustle something up. Why don’t you kids get out of here?” You roll your eyes, ignoring the flaming of your cheeks as Natasha takes your hand, bidding your friends farewell. 

Nat’s right hand finds your thigh, drawing circles into your skin with ehr thumb as she pulls out of your driveway. 

“So remind me how you know Sam and Fran?” 

“Sam and I had a mutual friend and ended up really hitting it off. They’re just visiting for the weekend. I’m actually staying in his family’s place right now.” 

She hums. “That’s very kind of him.” 

You huff out a little laugh. “You’re telling me.” 

-

The Hard Deck is less noisy this time around, although your eyes still struggle to adjust to the dim light of the bar as you push your sunglasses up to the top of your head. 

Natasha guides you past the bar, promising to return later as she directs you to the pool table in the back. Her hands are firm against your shoulder blades as you walk. 

“Boys.” She calls, earning the attention of the men crowded around the pool table. They all turn, catching sight of you and you have to fight not to curl into Natasha. “This is my girlfriend.” 

The tall one, the blond, grins, being a little too sharp around the edges for your liking. “Are you sure she should even be in here Phoenix?” 

Her thumbs press into your shoulders as if to say breathe, relax, i got this. 

“Pretty sure you’re the one that likes them below the legal drinking age Bagman.” 

“Back off, Seresin.” A brunette says, pushing him out of the way. “I’m Bradley.” He says, extending his hand to you. You take it, giving him a soft smile. 

You’d heard about Rooster, Nat’s best friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

“This is Bob and Fanboy.” Nat says, pointing to your left. “Behind them is Payback and Coyote. The irritating blond is Bagman.”

“Hangman-” 

“The rest of the crew will be in shortly.” You wave to the boys, struggling to not make yourself feel small in their looming presence. “It looks like Mav is over at the bar, why don’t you come with me? I want to introduce the two of you.” 

You nod, intertwining your fingers with her as the two of you walk back towards the bar.

“Mav.” She calls, earning the attention of a shorter man.  A fond smile blooms on his weary face, turning from his conversation with the bartender. 

“Lieutenant Trace, to what do I owe this pleasure?” 

“Mav, this is my girlfriend. This is Captain Pete Mtichell, my commanding officer.” 

Pete’s smile almost seems to fade at the sight of you, but he must think better of any immediate negative thoughts as he extends a hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

“You too.”

Mav lets your hand go, turning to the person sitting next to him, an older man with graying hair. “Tom, this is Phoenix’s girlfriend.” 

The man, Tom, frowns at Pete. “I can hear Pete.” 

Natasha lets out a little laugh. “This is Tom Kazansky, Captain Mitchell’s husband.” 

Tom tips his head in greeting. “Good to meet you.”