#jess is queen honestly

[faofinn]

4. Hiding an Illness

It was the first week of winter term, which meant exams were looming and Finn wasn't looking forward to it in the slightest. The week he'd had off had been spent with his head in his textbooks, drowning in mock A-level exams, and wishing he was literally anywhere else. Jess had helped, where she could, but law and medicine didn't really mix, and they were often left to study in silence. 

He was sure that the headache that had refused to budge was just tiredness, but the worry about his lack of sleep bringing about another seizure only made it hurt more. The cough, too, was just because he'd not had enough to drink that morning, every morning, that was all. He wasn't getting ill. He didn't have time for it. 

Jess noticed it, of course she did, but Finn was stubborn and there was only so much she could actually do. They sat together at lunch, in the rare times they had a spare period off together, her fingers running through his hair. It gave him a reprieve for a few minutes, some relaxation between what felt like the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

It was just normal for Fred and Sheila to worry about Finn, and the occasional cough and sniffle were just that - occasional. Finn was old enough to tell them when he wasn't well, he knew his limits, as much as he tried to push them. 

There was nothing they could do other than worry and keep an eye on Finn from a distance, and hope he’d see sense in the end. Jess kept an eye on him, and that made them feel a bit better about things. She was sensible, she’d make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid. They just hoped he could rest over the break, though they knew it would be difficult. With his mocks looming, he spent more and more time holed up in his room studying. 

The end of term grew closer, and Sheila sent Finn off to school for his last day, dropping him at the gates despite his protests. She fussed over him, definitely not well but too stubborn to admit it, and told him to call her whenever if he needed to come home. 

They’d made it through most of the day, but Finn was looking worse and worse by the time they got to final assembly. As head boy and head girl, both him and Jess were required to sit at the front, and Jess nudged her boyfriend. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked quietly, aware of the deputy head’s gaze on them. 

He dragged his fingers across his collarbone. "I'll be better once this assembly is over. My throat is killing me."

“You should go home.” 

"I might after this assembly." He gave a one armed shrug. "The head wanted a meeting with me."

“It’s the last day, not like you’ll miss anything.” She whispered. 

He took a beat to reply. "I need to finish the assembly."

“Are you going to be able to do the speech?” She asked, glancing at the head. 

"Why wouldn't I?"

“You just said you had a sore throat.”

"Everyone gets colds over the winter."

“I know.” She said, but couldn’t say anymore after a stern glare from the head, glancing down at her lap. She reached across to squeeze Finn’s hand, though.

He laced his fingers with hers, ignoring the shake to his own. 

She frowned at his shaky hand, but didn’t say anything else. She couldn’t, she was going to get told off as it was for talking. She kept an eye on Finn as the teachers droned on, trying desperately to look interested, given the whole school could see them.  

The assembly seemed to both take forever and no time at all, and Finn wasn't sure it wasn't due to absences. He felt alright enough to at least try, holding onto the fact he should be able to feel an aura if he was going to have one. The head turned to the pair of them, inviting them up to speak to the rest of the students as they had done in all the main assemblies prior. Blood raced in his ears as he stood, and he swore to himself for not keeping his legs moving as he'd been sat. 

Jess stuck close to him, aware of the way he wobbled slightly as he stood. She’d agreed to speak first, as she always did, to give Finn a chance to catch up. She finished her bit, grinning at the rest of the school, and then nudged Finn to start his bit.

He took longer than he'd normally would to start, his attention seemingly drawn elsewhere. The silence was deafening as he came back to it, a blush spreading across his already red cheeks. He quickly caught up and carried on, his enthusiasm making everyone forget about it. He was vaguely aware he'd had a few more, the slightly uncomfortable stares from the audience a red flag. As he always did, he stretched a hand out towards Jess, searching for comfort and guidance. He linked their little fingers together, made a small joke to ease the tension, and tried again. 

The absences weren’t unheard of for Finn, especially when he wasn’t feeling well or was tired, and Jess knew full well that he was both. The school were used to it too, it often happening during speeches or in class. Normally Finn could recover it, but Jess started to get concerned as it went on and they were more apparent. One or two was one thing, but the amount he’d just had in quick succession was a big warning sign. As he took her hand, their pinkies linked, she knew he wasn’t coping well. She glanced over at him as he tried again, but it wasn’t long before he was hit with another absence, and then a myo that tugged at his shoulder, and she knew a grand mal wasn’t far behind. She cleared her throat. 

“Sorry, we’re gonna have to go.” She said, resting her other hand on Finn’s arm. “Come on.”  

"Have a good Christmas break, everyone, make sure to rest and take time for yourselves too." Finn gave the kids in front of him a warm smile, letting Jessica move him away. 

“Yeah, Merry Christmas everyone.” Jess murmured, and gently steered him away. 

Finn's face fell as they left the assembly, his facade shattering, his stomach flipping as he pulled her down to the floor. "Need to sit."

“Yeah, okay.” She said, pulling her jumper off over her head. “Here, you can lay down.”

He knew the drill all too well, an unfortunately well practised routine for barely a minute's warning. His throat was dry and scratchy, his head pounded, and each cough only made it worse. He fought unco-ordinatedly against Jess' hands trying to help, grumbling in frustration.

“I know, I know.” She said to him, trying to help despite him fighting back. He was stronger and bigger than her, but she knew he’d settle eventually. This was something they went through often, Jess regularly getting in trouble for a messed up uniform. Once Finn was laid down she could run her fingers through his hair, reassuring him the best she could before he went. 

One of the support teachers finally appeared as Finn started seizing, their lack of experience showing in their panic. It was one of the many, many reasons Finn hated his seizures, despite his repeated attempts for education and familiarisation with members of the public and even the apparently trained teaching staff. 

Totally unflappable, Jess didn’t care about the teacher’s panic. She sat quietly with Finn, a timer running on her phone, and glanced up as they arrived. 

“Can you call his mum? He needs to go home.”

They pulled a face at her. "He needs an ambulance, not his mum."

“No, he has a care plan. He doesn’t need an ambulance right now.”

"This sort of thing needs an ambulance."

“He’s an epileptic, he has a care plan. He doesn’t need an ambulance yet.”

"But he needs his mum?"

“Yeah, because he’s having a seizure and when he comes out of it he’ll need to go home.”

"Not hospital?"

“Not necessarily.” She grumbled. 

Finn's seizure had begun to stop, and he let out a groan. He still didn't know where he was or what was going on, but let Jess push him onto his side.

She took to ignoring the teacher, glad Finn’s seizure had stopped before he’d needed midaz, well within the bounds of ‘normal’ for him. She helped him onto his side, squeezing his shoulder gently. “Hi, welcome back.” She said softly. “You had a seizure, you’re okay.”

Something in his blazer pocket was digging into his side, breaking through the haze. Blood coated his tongue, too, and he hated it, pulling away with a whine. 

She stroked through his hair. “It’s okay.”

He spat as much as he could, trying to move away from it. It barely worked, and Jess' fingers in his hair quickly pulled his attention. He turned to face in her direction, squinting an eye open. 

“I know it’s not nice.” She soothed. “But you’re okay.”

Finn had enough cognition to recognise he was at school, that the floor was uncomfortable under his side. He stretched out slightly, which did nothing to help, and so, with a grumble, forced his arms under him. He almost made it upright before he flopped (against his will) into Jess, resting his head in her lap.

She rubbed his arm, trying to help him to get comfortable. She finally looked over at the member of staff that had been with them. “Did you call his mum? Or do I need to?”

"I'll go call her."

“Thanks.”

It was a difficult phone call, the TA very much out of his depth and not able to answer Sheila's questions. Of course Finn had ended up seizing, she knew something had been wrong, and she hated herself for not pushing him harder to stay at home. She could tell the assistant wasn't the most helpful, so made sure to get him to promise to tell Jess she was on her way, emphasising that the sixth-former was in charge. 

Jess was relieved Sheila was on her way, the TA having finally seen sense. Finn was taking a while to come around, as he often did, but he was safe and she could keep an eye on him. 

Finn stretched out again, squinting up at Jess. "My arm's itchy."

“Itchy? You’re laying on the carpet.” Jess pointed out. 

"It's itchy."

“It’s a shitty carpet.”

"Fix it?"

“Do you want to try and sit up?”

He thought about it. "Yeah, okay."

“Then you’ll be away from the itch.” Jess reasoned, offering him her hands. 

It took a moment for both arms to comply, Finn giving a frustrated huff as they didn't immediately work. He pulled himself upright, leaning heavily against the wall to stop everything spinning. It was all still not quite right, the post-seizure haze still in full force. 

“Better?”

"No." He sighed heavily. 

Jess moved closer, kissing his cheek. “How about now?”

He grinned. "Yeah."

“Good.” She said. “Was only a little one, and your mum is coming to get you.”

"Oh. I'm going home?"

“Yeah, you’re going home.”

"With you?"

“With your mum.”

"And you?" He tried with a grin. 

“Don’t know if they’ll let me.”

"Please?"

“We’ll talk to your mum.”

[babybvg]

can we be honest Lorelai and Rory in Gilmore girls are the problem

[countrylanes]

the queen died but honestly jesse pinkman has been through so much more. the hardships he’s faced aren’t even comparable to dying at 96. until the queen has gone through what jesse pinkman has gone through i don’t feel any sympathy.

[x-aefx]

Back to you - Ellie Williams

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

Modern au!

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

Part one

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“Fuck!” You whisper yelled as you stared at your clock on your messy desk, internally wishing the hour would go back two hours so you wouldn’t be late for your first class since spring break.

Throwing an envious glance at your roommate, Lily, who didn’t have class until the afternoon, you climbed out of bed still half asleep. Walking to your dresser you pulled out the first thing your cold hands touched, your ‘Queen’ band t-shirt and black cuffed jeans. Brushing your hair quickly and spraying perfume you had no memory of buying, you awkwardly put on your shoes whilst trying to maintain balance in your standing position. Turning to your desk you grabbed the textbooks stacked on top of each other and your bag that was on the ground. You stole a quick glance in the mirror and said a mental ‘thank goodness’ for your somewhat decent appearance.

Grabbing the tin of mints on the edge of the desk you made your way out of the dorm and across the campus to your class.

Any other day and you would’ve taken your time seeing as you were already going to be late, but you wanted to get a good seat in class. Sure there was technically nothing stopping you from taking somebody else’s seat tomorrow when you would hopefully arrive on time, but you didn’t want to be that person.

Trying to hide your disappointment and annoyance as you walked into the class seeing you were probably the last to arrive, you looked to where your usual seat at the back beside the classroom wall was, now occupied by a girl who had the brightest blue eyes and straightest hair you had ever seen sat laughing loudly to her friend who looked nearly the same.

‘my fault for being late’ you thought bitterly to yourself.

Your eyes scanned the classroom for an empty seat. Finding one in the middle row you made your way towards it. Dropping your books on the desk and your bag on the floor you sat down. Not a moment later you felt someone kicking the back of your chair.

“what the fuc-“

“language’”

“seriously Dina?”

“someone's in a mood”

“Shut it Jesse”

“Hey!”

“You’re going to the party this Friday aren’t you? The one for Stacey’s birthday?” Dina asked smiling enthusiastically, seemingly not paying attention to Jesse’s angry mumbling about how rude people were.

“I can’t promise anything Dina” you sighed. “I could really use some time for myself”

“You had plenty time for yourself over spring break!” Dina pointed out.

“Yeah and I miss it already”

Jesse snorted at the comment earning a hit to the arm from Dina.

“Ow! Christ woman I’m fragile!”

“Oh I know” Dina rolled her dark eyes, “what about you Ellie? Your going right?”

You turned to the side slightly surprised having not noticed Ellie sat beside you. Hair tied in a half up- half down style, the sleeve of her blue flannel rolled up her forearms revealing her tattoo, legs stretched out to their full length under the table, Ellie Williams screamed confidence. Her attention focused entirely on what she was drawing in her sketchbook, Ellie didn’t notice her friend mention her name.

You doubted she even noticed you sat beside her if it weren’t for Jesse nudging her arm with his leg causing her pen to trail a messy line on the page

“hey what the fuck!”

“language! Honestly you two have the most foul mouths” Dina’s eyes glanced in your direction before looking back at Ellie. That’s when Ellie’s green eyes met yours. It was a quick glance but it was enough for you to look into those familiar green eyes.

“what’s up” Ellie ignored Dina’s comment. She placed her pencil on her desk and turned her body to face Dina and Jesse who sat behind her.

“will you be at the party on Friday?” Dina wasted no time in asking her friend.

“Eh-well, I was just planning on staying in.” Ellie looked at Dina with a guilty smile.

“Ellie!” Dina pleaded pouting her lips to really persuade the girl.

“Dina-“

“it will be so much fun I promise! And Y/N is going and everything!”

“wait no-Dina I never actually-!”

“please Ellie! You’ll have a good night, I swear!” Dina made her best puppy dog eyes. Ellie found herself accepting the invitation before she could really comprehend what she was doing. She never fell for Dina’s pleading looks yet she said yes.

Dina made a triumphant noise, her smile wide as she thought about the upcoming party she and her closest friends will be attending. Jesse smiled at his girlfriend, shaking his head with a chuckle at her antics.

Turning back around in your chair you opened your textbook to the page written on the whiteboard by your professor who was only now arriving. You never had a hard time concentrating in class, yet today you did. You couldn’t make your eyes move from word to word instead staring blankly at the white page.

“Ethan hasn’t quit staring at you since you walked in. It’s quite annoying.” A voice muttered.

Your head snapped to the side making eye contact with Ellie. Her brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

If you looked over to the other side of the classroom you would of noticed the captain of the basketball team, Ethan Gilbert, making heart eyes at you. But you didn’t break the eye contact between you and Ellie.

You didn’t think she had noticed you. Sure you and Ellie were close once, at the very start of college. You considered her your best friend but you two became distant with each other over time for reasons you were unsure of. Ever since then you presumed Ellie Williams had erased you from her life, that was how it felt for you anyway. To hear her say something to you at all was a change after all this time.

“What can I say Williams? I’m a total catch.” You shrugged your shoulders sending her a wink.

Ellie only scoffed before turning back to her drawing, a beautiful farmhouse you recognized as her home from the picture you had seen in her dorm. You noticed her smiling but said nothing.

[munsonownsmyass]

Loving You Easy

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: Oh, well... Plus size reader, insecurities, kissing. SMUT! oral (f receiving), fingering, bodyworhsip, praise, Frank saying 'Good girl' is a warning in itself, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl tho), creampie, cockwarming if you squint. And a little surprise.

Notes: So... Besides that little cameo in my Billy fic, I've never written for Frank. First full fic for him. Have I nailed his character? Probably not, but I still like what I made. Please be gentle.

And yes... This was super self-indulgent, I'm so sorry 🤣

This is part of the Thirsty for Cox april challenge, where we had to choose a song as inspo for our fic. My song was Loving You Easy by Zach Brown Band.

Words: 3.2 K

It’s the day most girls dream about their whole lives. The day they will go through countless of bad dates and the wrong men for, just to find the one guy that completes them. The one guy she can’t imagine living without.

This was that day. Dressed in white, looking more beautiful than ever. The wedding dress so beautiful it brings tears to your mother’s eyes. The hair and makeup flawless accompanied by a smile that would make even the darkest days brighter.

Unfortunately, this was not your day, but your sisters. While you were stuck somewhere between horrible dates and unfulfilling one-night stands, Jessie had found the love of her life. Matt was perfect. Lawyer, devilishly handsome and so kind and thoughtful.

And you were happy for them, you really were. But you could feel that little pang of jealousy, wishing you could have the same one day. And honestly, you didn’t even care about the big wedding and the whole ‘feeling like a princess’ thing. You just wanted someone to love and who would love you in return.

Sighing heavily, you adjust your dress one more time, looking into the mirror. Not even maid of honor, but that’s okay. Behind you the rest of the bridal party is giggling and having a great time worshipping the bride. Leaving silently, without them noticing, you walk outside to get some air.

“Need a drink?” A gruff voice asks, and you look up into a pair of brown eyes. The guy gives you a sideways smile, holding out his beer.

“What makes you think I’ll share a beer with a stranger?” You question, taking in his features. Dark brown hair, dark stubbles along his chiseled jaw and very kissable lips. Very handsome and definitely the type of guy you’d hit on at a bar. Of course, followed by a rejection, because a guy like that would certainly have someone.

“I’m following you down the aisle in 15 minutes, so we’re hardly strangers, princess.” He smiles, retracting the beer and take a sip, looking out over the beautifully decorated backyard of your parents’ country estate.

“I take it you’re Frank then?” You smile, stepping closer to him. Your eyes meet and he offers the beer once more and this time you take a sip of it.

“Yep. Frank Castle.” He extends his hand, and you shake it, giving him your name in return. For a while you just sit there, passing the bottle back and forth while making small talk, until your mother comes looking for you.

“Oh, Mushy, there you are.” She checks your makeup, visibly frustrated and takes the beer from your hands. “Would it kill you to act a little more ladylike, at least until after the reception?” Your mom walks back in, shouting for you to get ready. Frank gets on his feet, getting ready to go in with you.

“’Mushy?’ That’s not the most flattering nickname, I’ve heard.”

“Ah, well… I’m the chubby black sheep of the family.” You shrug, trying to seem unaffected even though you hate the nickname. Jessie had always been the pretty and skinny one, a real pageant queen kinda beauty, where you were not.

“Those are the best kind of people.” Frank winks at you with a soft smile, before you are both called inside.

The party is at full swing, and everyone is having a great time. Foggy have just given his best man speech, laughing with Matt and Karen, Jessie and the other girls are dancing, while you hide in the corner with a beer. In a glass of course, your mother almost giving you the evil eye when you tried drinking out of the bottle.

“Hiding from your mother?” Frank asks, stopping in front of you. You just nod, patting the chair beside you.

“Yeah, she can be scary.” You laugh as he sits down. Raising your bottle in a silent toast, you both take a drink of your beers. “I’m also hiding from my uncle. He always asks me to dance.”

“You don’t like to dance?” Frank asks with a soft smile.

“No one wants to see this-” you gesture towards your body, “twirl around the dancefloor.” You try to laugh it off, but by Frank’s expression you know he’s not buying it. He’s seeing right through you. He stands up, extending his hand to you.

“Come on, princess. Dance with me.”

“Frank, I…”

“One dance, that’s all I’m askin’.” He doesn’t remove his hand, just steps a little closer, insisting for you to take it.

You’re trying to come up with a polite way to turn him down, when it dawns on you. Here’s a gorgeous man willing to dance with you and you wanna say no? Are you crazy? Just when you take his hand, the band starts playing one of your favorite songs. Leading you out onto the floor, Frank takes a hold of you, swaying you softly to the music.

You make loving you easy

You make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

Reminds me just how much it all makes

Loving you easy

As Frank swings you out and pull you back in, making you giggle, you notice how your sister is watching you. Hell, a lot of them are. This is why you don’t dance, unwanted attention. But still, you got to admit there’s one upside to it. Frank’s eyes looking into yours, his hand on your waist.

“Everyone is staring.” You whisper, looking to the side where your sister is whispering something to Matt, who only smiles.

“Probably ‘cause you look beautiful.” He muses, giving you another one of his cheeky smiles. Damn, is it even legal to be so handsome? You’re about to make a rebuttal, when Frank speaks. “And I mean it.”

Without warning, he dips you down towards the floor, making you squeal, probably drawing the attention of people around you. But you really don’t care, only focused on Frank.

Bursting through the door to your childhood bedroom, Franks lips never leave yours as his hands run down your body, caressing your soft curves. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re drunk.” You giggle softly, kissing him passionately. He pins you against the wall, grinding his hard length against your heated core. You reach out for him, idle fingers unbuttoning his shirt. In a frenzy of hungry kisses and touches, your dress and his suit is soon spread all over the floor as you fall onto the bed with Frank on top of you.

Frank kisses his way down your body, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. When he reaches between your thighs, he places soft kisses before diving in like a man starved. You gasp at the first contact, the feeling of his tongue making you shiver. But he slows down, wanting to take his time with you.

Slowly, he adds a finger, then another, stretching you open. Expertly he licks up your folds and sucking on your clit, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him. “You taste amazing, princess. Making such pretty noises for me.”

“Fuck… Frank…” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Frank devours you like a man possessed. He finds that sweet spot in you that makes you see stars. With his name on your lips, you come.

More. You want more. “Please, Frank. Please fuck me.” You beg him, body writhing under his touch, your need for him strong, overwhelming.

On his way up you body, he makes sure to kiss every inch of skin, caress every curve. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters under his breath, placing another soft kiss between your breasts before he once again claims your lips.

His cock is at your entrance, begging to enter. He pushes in slowly, making you gasp as his thick length stretch you open. His eyes find yours so he can see your face twist in pleasure as he pushes deeper. As he bottoms out, you both pant in unison, his forehead against yours.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Shit…” He rolls his hips a few times, fucking you slowly. You whimper softly, wanting nothing more than for him to move faster, harder. You don’t even care who might hear you, lost in the feeling of him, wanting more.

Franks is so lost in you, not wanting this to end. He kisses you hungrily before he snaps his hips harder. As you close your eyes in pleasure, he looks at you. How your face twists in pleasure, how your body move under him with every thrust. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this for hours. Wanting nothing more than to hear you moan his name over and over.

All day you’ve been talking and all day he’s been thinking how your smile was the prettiest he’s seen in a long time and how he wish you could see the beauty in yourself that he could see. He’d only known you for a few hours, but he already knew he’d want more than just today. He’s been burying his feeling for such a long time, but you make him want to live again.

He can feel himself getting closer, so lost in how good you feel, how good you make him feel. He pulls your leg up, pushing deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I’m close. Please cum for me, baby.” He drives his cock deeper and harder, reveling in the way you moan. “Be a good girl for me and cum.”

His words wash over you, the praise pushing you over the edge. You scream out in pleasure, digging your nails into Franks shoulder. It’s only a few more thrusts before Frank comes, pushing in deep as he empties himself in you.

Frank puts his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. You kiss him deeply, holding him close. You can already feel yourself wanting to see Frank again, but you wont get your hopes up. A guy like that is probably swarmed by women, many prettier than you.

You look away, hating your intrusive thoughts. As if he can read your mind, Frank cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes as he kiss you passionately. “That was something else, sweetheart.”

“Something good, I hope.” You bite back with a grin, making Frank smile. That damned smile. Fuck, he is a gorgeous man.

“Very good.” He smirks, kissing you softly before pulling out gently. After he helps you clean up, he surprises you by staying. He had his own room, but he lays down beside you, pulling you into his nook. You talk for a bit, about nothing important really, but it’s still one of the best nights of your life.

-

When you open your eyes, the sun is so bright it almost hurts. Or maybe it was just your head. You really shouldn’t have drunk all those beers with Frank. Your memory flashes back to the two of you, sitting outside in your parents gazebo with a ton of beers between you, listening to each other’s stories.

You look to the side and your heart drops. The other side of the bed is empty, Frank nowhere to be found. Even his clothes are gone from the floor. So, yet another one-night stand then. You’re starting to get too predicable, and you hate it. With a heavy sigh, you start to get dressed, getting ready for breakfast. There’s a soft knock on your door and you reluctantly open.

To your surprise, you find Frank outside the door, dressed in new clothes and looking ravishing. “Wanted to pick you up for breakfast.”

“Oh, I thought…” You begin, but stop yourself.

“That was I was just gonna up and leave?” He shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. “That ain’t my style, princess.”

You smile in surprise, walking out the door to follow him downstairs. Many of the guests have stayed over and the venue from last night had been turned into a breakfast buffet. Your parents had spared no expense for this wedding.

“Look, ‘bout last night, I-” Frank begins, but you stop him with a soft hand on his arm. Ever since your dance last night, you had feared this was too good to be true and when he kissed you after a few dances and too many beers, you knew it was probably only the alcohol talking. So it was better for you to stop him, than to be stung by his rejection.

“Frank, you don’t have to say anything. I’ve already heard it all. ‘It was fun, but let’s keep it to one night’, ‘You are cute, but I’m just not ready for a relationship’ or ’It’s not you, it’s me’. It’s okay, I get it.” You put on a fake smile, willing yourself to look into his eyes. “I’m not the kind of girl men wanna date.” You turn, just wanting to get away.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted a coffee when we get back to the city.”

You stop, not even sure you heard him right. Did he really, this gorgeous man, want to see you again? For a date? In broad daylight in the city? You look at him and the expression on your face makes him laugh. Suddenly, you’re speechless. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Beer and pizza then? I know you like beers.” He closes the distance, smiling as he looks into your eyes. And you just nod, smiling wide, already looking forward to your date.

Two years later

Frank is standing in the kitchen making you breakfast. It had been two years since he met you. The best two years of his life. After Maria and the kids he never thought he could be happy again. Especially with the things he had done, with all the blood he had on his hand and all the lives on his consciousness.

But you had accepted him, accepted every flaw and loved him for the man he was, the man he had been. You never saw all the bad, only saw him. That morning after Matt’s wedding you had chosen him and still to this day, you woke up every morning and still chose him.

Your footsteps sound on the stairs, your sweet yawn filling the air. You had been tired lately, so he just let you sleep in today, wanting to surprise you on your anniversary.

You always complain about how awful you look in the mornings, never believing him when he calls you beautiful. But you are, inside and out, the most beautiful woman. Even with your hair in a messy bun, mouth ajar in a huge yawn as you sit down, his hoodie covering your beautiful curves, he would still say that nothing compares to you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says with a smile, pushing your tea over the counter towards you. With a grateful hum, you take a sip of the tea, eyes never leaving him as he continues making breakfast. Putting the utensils down, he fumbles with his phone as walks around the counter and extends his hand to you.

“What?” You ask, but then the music of a familiar song fills the air. Loving you easy, the first song you guys danced to. You don’t even argue, just take his hand and let him swirl you around the kitchen as the pancakes bake on the pan.

As he swings you around the kitchen, you sing along to the song that has become your song. You love mornings like this, thinking life can’t really get any better than this. Frank place soft kisses on your neck, finding that one ticklish spot you have, making you giggle.

But the smell of burned pancake pulls his attention back to the stove, cursing as he throws away the ruined pancakes. With your help, you quickly get the rest of the breakfast ready and fill your plates before sitting down at the table.

“So, what’s our plans today?” You question before taking a bite of your pancakes, moaning over how great they taste.

“Somethin’ that makes you sound like that.” He grins, sipping his coffee as he winks at you. Breaking of a piece of your pancake, you throw it at him.

“Alright, alright.” He huffs, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Dinner at that fancy Italian place, a movie and then back here. I want your wrapped around me all night.”

“That can be arranged.” You grin, biting your bottom lip. He gets up and stops by your side to kiss you, before he walks to a drawer and take out a small gift.

“Here, sweetheart.” He places the gift in front of you and carefully, you start to unwrap it. Inside is a small box. Opening it, you find a small blue dog collar with a shiny little dog tag.

“You said you wanted to expand our little family.” He says softly, pulling his chair closer and sitting down. “We’re going to pick him up tomorrow.”

You throw your arms around him, kissing him hard. You and Frank already had a dog, a beautiful Pitbull rescue named Red (Frank thought he was so clever with that one), but you both loved dogs and knew you wanted more.

“Actually… I was thinking the same thing, when I made your gift.” You say nervously, standing up to get your gift. Frank just laughs, taking the gift from your hands when you return to the table. He tears the paper off, stopping completely when he holds the stick in his hands.

You’ve been so nervous to tell him, so scared of how he would react. You knew losing his kids had been a pain worse than death, not sure if he ever wanted to have a child again.

When he still hasn’t said anything, his eyes still fixed on the positive test, you get anxious. “Frank, please say something.”

Tearing his eyes away from the test, his beautiful brown eyes find yours. You can see the tears threatening to spill. “I… I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah, but… Only if you want to.” You whisper, looking down at your hands fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. You feel Franks hands on your face, cupping your cheeks so softly. Bringing your gaze to his, you see the small smile on his face.

“I should have bought a ring instead of a collar.” He laughs, pulling you into a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he brings you closer until you sit on his lap. One hand moves from your back onto your belly. Nothing there to feel yet, still the notion makes you warm.

“I love you, Frank.” You kiss him again before snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, holding you tight. Things might not always be easy and things were going to change, but one thing that would always remain was your love.

You make loving you easy

you make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

reminds me just how much it all makes

loving you easy

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[operator-report]

i saw your radiohead post so what music do you think the travelers would have liked :)

thank you anon for this ask because it is the single best response i could have gotten from the radiohead post! sorry i took so long to answer but i wanted to give it some thought:

noelle: all jokes aside, i do stand by noelle listening to radiohead. in general i think she really likes sad dude alternative rock and indie, because it's alt and nerdy enough to fit her tastes, it validates the fact that she is going through it in high school, and, you know, noelle does have a pretty high tolerance for edgy-of-center guys who may or may not suck. the fact that the original car seat headrest twin fantasy came out in 2011 is honestly so sad because noelle got simurghed before she could hear it......... i think it would have helped her immensely

krouse: does a complete overhaul of his taste when he meets noelle, in conjunction with him getting good at games. i think krouse has a more pop-sounding version of noelle and luke's tastes, so he likes muse, the killers, etc. his annoying music opinion is that he will go to bat for coldplay and nickleback just to get a rise out of people. he genuinely likes coldplay but does not like nickleback.

marissa: some top 40 and singer-songwriter. marissa probably has the most "basic" taste, but i also think her taste is influenced by her experience as a dancer, so it's not bad taste! she's just not into the mopey stuff that noelle likes. i think mars likes rihanna and i also think she is the traveler who is most likely to be a swiftie. the band that unites noelle, mars, and jess is paramore.

jess: the traveler who probably cares most about music as an art form, as well as things like genre, etc. listens to art rock bands like yeah yeah yeahs. jess likes pop punk and pop emo, but will also firmly inform you that MCR is not emo. (this is an activity she and krouse like to do together.) i think jess has slowly been approaching getting into more DIY guitar music, like midwest emo and math rock, but, like noelle, tragedy struck before she could get there.

luke: pop punk, grunge, and other assorted varieties of Dude Music. luke likes green day, foo fighters, blink-182, and queens of the stone age. listens to a little kanye from time to time, which is a point of slight contention between him and mars, although i do think he is chill about the 2009 vmas.

oliver: i don't see oliver being super opinionated about the music he listens to, honestly, i think he just kind of goes with the group. you have never met a person who has less wanted to be on the aux. this is a guy who probably could have used linkin park but i think linkin park makes him too scared

cody: given how dedicated cody is to gaming, i think that he's the traveler who listens to the most video game soundtracks. he also listens to Epic Music mixes on youtube and a very small amount of tame nu metal

[tickle-bugs]

Stupid in Love

Summary: Nick Miller is completely, 100% normal about all things Jessica Day. Including her smile, her laugh--ah, fuck. He's doomed. NickJess ft. pining!Nick

Anon: I just saw you write for New Girl! I am in my yearly rewatch of the show so I am so happy you write for it! Maybe the loft gang and CeCe can be playing a game of true American and somehow during the game it comes out that Jess is incredibly ticklish. Everyone is too focused on the game to use it to their advantage at the moment, but nick remembers and maybe later when him and Jess are together, he decided to test his new found knowledge and see just how ticklish Jess really is.

While this isn’t set during a particular episode, I was thinking HEAVILY about s2 ep15, Cooler. One of the greatest episodes of the whole show, hands down. I just wanted to write pining Nick tbh.

True American is the best goddamn game ever invented. It defines a man at his core level. Everything that’s ever mattered to Nick is on the line in this game. His dignity, his pride, his dignity…

He honestly can’t remember what they’re playing for. Something involving the sink. Or a drink? Unclear, but irrelevant. Nick is the king of an aluminum can palace and his citizens will thrive under his leadership. This is his birthright. 

They’re playing True American: Catan Edition tonight. Each player defends their own small nations and attempts to crush the others, throwing their leaders to the molten lava below. It’s the smartest thing Winston’s ever come up with. 

“Duel for my amusement,” Nick slurs, waving his paper towel roll scepter around. The cardboard crown on his head slips down over his eyes. Cece blows a raspberry at him. He lobs a balled-up piece of paper at her. 

Jess plays a fanfare into her backup kazoo—Schmidt threw away her main one—and draws angry eyebrows onto the smiley face of her country’s flag. A declaration of war. 

Sober Jess is all for political progress and human rights, but Drunk Jess? Maniacal, power-hungry, and so very hot.

Focus, Miller. 

“Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate?” Jess climbs onto one of the kitchen chairs and puts a colander on her head. A warrior’s helm. Nick smiles at her. 

In their corner of the living room, Winston and Schmidt whisper furiously. At some point in the last hour, Winston had ascended to Grand Advisor of Schmidt’s Creek. Schmidt had lost the ability to speak after can number two, when Cece had flirted him out of all of his natural resources and a third of his land. Nick had been trying to think of how to poach Winston to Nicklandia, but he couldn’t think of a plan that didn’t involve saying ‘please’ until he passed out. 

“Schmidt’s Creek will not challenge today!” Winston crushes his beer can against Schmidt’s forehead. Schmidt doesn’t even blink.

“Ruth Gader Binsburg! I challenge your weird little colony, Jess,” Cece shouts, messily hopping onto the chair next to Jess. They start some combination of swatting at each other and clutching on for dear life. Schmidt looks up at Cece like a drunk, lovesick puppy. Nick rolls his eyes.

Thank god he doesn’t look like that.

Does he look like that?

Shit. He’s missing the game. 

“Yeah? Guess what—” Jess knocks her knuckles against the colander helmet, winces, and then points at Cece— “I’m the Queen of England, bitch.” 

Nick’s not sure what’s elapsed in the apparently three years since he was last paying attention, but he knows by the way that Cece gasps that someone’s dying on the living room and/or kitchen floor tonight. Jess cackles and puts her hands on her hips. They start yelling, but even if they’re saying real human words, which he’s pretty sure they’re not, he’s not processing it. Jess looks so stupid in that little holey hat—someone should invent a word for that thing—and she’s adorable. 

Nick leans his cheek on his palm and smiles wider. Does she know her nose scrunches when she’s annoyed? 

Nick leans a little too far and loses his balance. Half of his aluminum fortress tumbles down. When he looks back up, Jess and Cece haven’t budged. Or blinked. Cece squints at Jess and it’s clear the conversation has ascended to psychic levels that even Drunk Nick can’t access. He tries though. Mostly gives himself a headache. 

Something in their eye conversation must shift, because Cece gets this look on her face. Like pure, concentrated mischief. The aura off of her is so powerful that everyone scoots back a bit. Cece starts stretching and cracking her knuckles. 

“Waitwaitwait, Cece, you don’t have to do this.” Jess holds her hands up in immediate surrender, but she’s smiling hard enough to brighten the room. A little nervous giggle picks up in the back of her throat and she starts to turn pinker than the boxed rosé that forms her section of the living room. 

“Oh, but I do. Surrender. Now.” Cece points to the floor. Which is lava. Cruel way to go. 

Jess looks at her best friend with the kind of profound resignation only possible when piss drunk. She sighs deeply, staring at the floor…

And then launches herself at Cece with a war cry. 

Cece doesn’t even flinch. She catches Jess, smirks, and starts tickling her sides with vicious precision. Jess lets out a giggly shriek and crumples, sinking right down into the lava. The colander tumbles off of her head and rolls into Nick’s fortress. 

The sound worms itself into Nick’s brain, taking up residence alongside all the other little Jess things that drive him nuts. It distracts him hard enough that by the time Winston arises as Supreme Leader of the Loft, Nick can’t even trace the path of his defeat. 

………

Even when sobriety beats them over the head the next morning, Nick can remember nothing but the sweet music of Jess’s laugh. And the shape of her smile. 

God he’s hopeless. 

The slow march of the week brings some relief in the sense that a) Nick remembers that he really doesn’t do the whole ‘feelings’ thing and b) alcohol makes anyone look like an angel walking the earth. He is a grown ass man and Jess is an annoying little craft goblin. He can be normal. She’s normal. No need to get worked up over her.

“You look like Mr. Rogers’s grumpy cousin.” Jess snickers, fiddling with the sleeve of Nick’s hideous cardigan. 

“You done? You finished?” He pulls his sleeve away from her. It’s really Schmidt’s, which she very well knows. Nick’s only wearing it because Schmidt’s being weird about Cece again, and the only way to survive that is to bend to his will. Schmidt’s already dehydrated himself twice this week trying to show off his muscles more, Nick doesn’t want to add to that by making the guy cry. He’d never stop.

Jess, however, doesn’t seem to understand the magnitude of this manly sacrifice. She’s too busy laughing at him. 

“Mmmm, no, I don’t think I am. You look like a Muppet.” She pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes. 

“Well, that’s just a compliment.” 

“No, no. You look like the bird. The bird with the eyebrows—“ Jess pauses as her giggles overtake her— “You look like Sam the Eagle.” 

Jess folds over into his shoulder with laughter and smacks his chest. The warmth of it almost distracts him from the comment. 

Almost. 

“Yeah, laugh it up, Jess. C’mere—“ He drags her across the couch by the ankle and latches onto her sides. She makes that adorable sound again, that giggly shriek, and flails like a worm on a hook. She tries to push his face away. He swats her hands aside like it’s nothing. When reaches for him again—futile, really—he snatches her wrists in one hand, pins them down, and tickles with the other. 

Her whole face burns. He chooses to ignore it for both of their sakes. 

“Let me know when you’re ready to apologize. Take your time.” He does a little pinchy thing with his fingers and Jess lets out a high-pitched mess of syllables. She throws her head back and cackles, arching up into him. 

“Hmm, yeah, see none of that sounded like ‘You’re the best, Nick Miller’. Try again.” He pokes all over her torso, fast and wild. He lets go of her and adds his other hand into the mix. Every time she tries to talk, he speeds up, making her laugh at his silliness along with his hands. She kicks her legs and lets out a little giggly growl. Nick smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. 

“Nick!” She grabs his wrists but doesn’t stop him. His stomach flips. She’s so overwhelming. 

“That’s my name.” He skitters his fingers up her ribs to distract himself from the lump in his throat. 

Jess flails and nearly takes them both off the couch and into the next life. Nick catches himself before he collapses on top of her, but it puts their faces mere inches apart. The space of a breath. He can see the faint freckles across her nose, all brought forth by the pink flush down her cheeks and neck. As she catches her breath, lips parted, her laughter simmers low in her chest. He brushes her hair out of her face. His hand lingers on her cheek. 

Her eyes crinkle when she smiles. Does she know that? 

Nick gets the deep, burning urge to kiss her senseless. To download all these embarrassing, vulnerable thoughts from his brain to hers. To show her how deep this goes. To drink of her like the wine at restaurants he can never afford. 

No. Not like this. She deserves better than this.

Than him.

He starts to pull away, awkwardly clearing his throat. Jess surges forward and Nick’s stupid little monkey brain gleefully claps its hands together, shouting this is it! It’s happening! Nick’s brain activity screeches to a halt. He stares at her mouth and freezes. 

Jess flips them over and starts tickling his ears like some kind of insane supervillain. 

“No! Jessica!” He turtles and attempts to fling himself to safety. All he accomplishes is hanging off the back of the couch, leaving his knees in reach of Jess’s evil nails—

One day he will be smart about Jessica Day, but he concedes that it won’t be today. But as she destroys him and Schmidt’s stupid, hopefully inexpensive cardigan, he secretly hopes the day never arrives. 

[elvisabutler]

I just wanted to start by saying I love your writing! I've read your BDE series, Dove series, and Queen of Graceland series, and I have had feelings I'm not sure I should enjoy while reading all three, even though I am almost 30. 😂🫣 Since your requests are currently open, I was wondering if you would ever be interested in writing something specifically for '60s-era movie Elvis? This is his husband era, and I love it so much. He is a clean, well-dressed, progressive man who is also a girl dad, and you know that he leaves the laundry in the hamper, makes the bed, and wears a tiara at his daughter's tea parties. 😂 If you have the time and inspiration, I would absolutely love your take on some domestic fluff with him, maybe taking care of a pregnant partner or helping set up a new baby's room? Thank you for being so awesome and sweet, and I hope you have a great weekend/week!

we plan a big family

summary: elvis doesn't always get time off to spend with you and his gaggle of children, but when he does he likes to make the most of it. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t. pairing: elvis presley x female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 1888 warnings: pregnancy. babies. a bit of innuendo involving oral at the end. kids being kids. minorly gross eating. honestly y'all this is fluffy as all hell. 60s elvis. author’s note: anon!!! my darling, this was originally going to be an entirely different fic but i figured you liked queen of graceland and this slotted weirdly well into it that i went okay we're gonna write it as a queen of graceland verse thing. but you're speaking my language on 60s movie elvis. that is my man just as much as big daddy if not more. my ken doll looking butthead. i'm delighted you enjoy my fics and that they've made you feel things you don't know if you should enjoy lol. also- listen you should know the feelings my 31 year old has felt reading some stuff on here. lawd have mercy. for those of you who don't know this takes place in my queen of graceland verse and can be read as either austin elvis or elvis and happy father's day to those who celebrate and happy sunday to those who don't! also. i live to see the excitement/comments that come from this fic and any fic i write endlessly and will always soak them up like a sponge. i'm also open to requests from this verse.

Elvis figures there's something about the fact that he grew up without a single living sibling that fueled this strange desire he had to have at least three children. Back with June and back with Anita he had known— he had pictured that little Elvis—the first little Elvis Presley running around with his siblings, laughing and having every bit of fun he's had to enjoy with cousins and neighborhood kids. He's always pictured his girl being a carbon copy of their mother except with his eyes that he can't resist when she pouts. Figures his wife would call him a pushover and that'd be that.

Then he met you and lord almighty and above, he can't help but figure the Lord gifted him the perfect woman to give him all of this. Sure, first set of kids had been conceived and born under less than ideal circumstances with everyone following practically one right after the other but he had made a joke one time when you were pregnant yet again after Jesse that you and him had always planned a big family and he'd be damned if the two of you didn't have it.

Hollywood finds it a little weird, and he knows this, knows that his costars find you to be an absolute delight when you bring the kids on set, a set of ducklings walking behind their waddling mother. Knows that his work schedule isn't always the best but he does try and make time for you and the kids. Truth be told any second he has a break it's spent with you and the kids. It aggravates the Colonel to no end but he remembers what it's like to not have his daddy around and he'd be damned if he did that to his kids.

"Mama!" His ears and mind register the shrill cries of his eldest daughters in the morning as he hears to groan beside him, attempting to move your head to burrow it into the pillow. The latest set of twins inside you had kept you up for far longer than was advised in your state and it showed in the bags under your eyes and the way you blink blearily at Elvis. After a moment you start to try and get out of bed, struggling to shift your weight before Elvis puts his arm across you and pulls you back closer to him.

"Oh no ya don't. I got'em lil mama," he murmurs against your neck earning a shiver from you before he pulls away. "You just rest here with those little hellions."

Your mouth opens in protest before you hear the squeak of the bed springs signaling that Elvis has already stood up. If he's up and it's a rare day off he has from filming or recording you can stay put. A relieved sigh leaves your lips as you sink back into the bed, your hand rubbing your stomach, willing the twins to stay asleep. Elvis leans over to give you a short peck of a kiss before brushing a bit of your hair out of your face.

"I'll tell the cook what to make for breakfast. Should manage a couple hours for ya. Rest up, Mama."

"'member, we gotta put the other crib up. Jus' in case they come early." A yawn overpowers the last few words you try to speak even as Elvis nods.

"That's an after lunch thing, darlin'. Relax and rest or I'll let 'em inside," Elvis threatens playfully as he walks to the door. The second he's outside, he's greeted by his eldest daughters tackling him in a hug.

"Swear y'all are gettin' stronger by the day. Damn near broke my back."

Elvis isn't necessarily big on routines when it comes to his kids, something about him preferring to be the one who spoils the kids with everything he couldn't have as a child. It's why despite Elizabeth and Loretta being awake, three out of the other four are still asleep, with Rebecca occupying a comfy spot in her father's arms.

What he is big on his making sure they keep their rooms organized and clean for your sake. Loretta and Elizabeth look so much like you that he has to take a moment to not fall for the matching puppy dog looks they give him in an attempt to weasel out of making their bed. After all, hadn't those eyes of yours gotten the pair of you in trouble in the first place?

"Ya know the rules I got for ya. Ain't askin' much, just a made bed and your pjs in the basket. Wanna tell me ya ain't doin' this for ya mama when 'm on set?" Elvis asks, shifting Rebecca on his shoulder. "'Cause ya know the punishment for that."

"No!!! No Daddy. No, we do it. We promise! We just don't wanna— not right now," Elizabeth whines ever the more talkative one out of the two of them. "Can't we make tea first?"

Elvis eyes the table in their room that has not one, but two pillows on it before turning back to look Elizabeth dead in the eye. "And jus' where did ya plan on givin' it to me. Got pillows on the table. Can't make tea without a table, yittle."

Loretta looks up at her daddy and realizes far before Elizabeth that they have lost this battle and moves to grab her pillow from the table, "he's right, Lizzy. Come on— if we hurry we can have the party 'fore pancakes."

Those prove to be the magic words as in a flash Elvis finds himself dragged to a little tiny chair he barely fits in while his oldest daughters rush through getting new clothes on and their beds made— in some kind of way. Once they were done they sat right down in front of him and placed a tiara on his head. "Princess Daddy, would you like some tea?"

He grins and shifts their younger sister yet again as he grabs a cup. "Why yes Princesses Loretta and Elizabeth. I'd love some."

The smell of bacon is what finally wakes you up, your body stretching as best as it can as you try and figure out just how far away the scent is before realizing it's in the same room as you. Your eyes blink slowly as they focus on your husband and your kids dressed and holding plates filled with food.

"What— What's this?" You ask with a yawn. "Shouldn't you be downstairs?"

Elvis laughs before setting Rebecca down next to you and motioning for the others to join her all while trying to not drop their plates. Without missing a beat you grab Anthony and Aaron's plates as the clamber up and only give them the plates back when they plop themselves down on the bed. "Maybe. But they wanted to eat wit' ya. So did I. Figured ya were still tired so we brought breakfast to ya."

"Ya gonna get crumbs ev'rywhere," you try and argue before Aaron takes that moment to shove a piece of his bacon in your mouth to silence you. "Guess I ain't gotta choice. Pass my plate, daddy."

At your playful tone he lets out another laugh and hands you plate as he climbs onto the bed, scooting in next to you. "Hope it's to ya likin', mama."

"Bacon could be a lil' softer, but it'll do fine." Your answer is clearly a joke as you shove the bacon in your mouth with a speed that startles Elvis. A question comes tumbling out of your mouth with a few bacon crumbs as you chew. "What time isit?"

"Ten AM. Didn't let ya sleep the whole day away," he murmurs with bacon in his own mouth. Watching as the gears turn inside your head as you look at your six children and raise an eyebrow. "Don't ya be sayin' it. They got clothes on. All the pjs are in the hampers. Beds look kinda made, but we ain't running an army base in this house."

A snort leaves your mouth before you have a chance to stop it. "Kinda made, huh? Guess that's the best I can ask for wit' daddy not helpin' the yittle hands."

Your youngest daughter pats Elvis's arm almost in a bit of a slapping motion and you have to bite your lip to try and not giggle even as he picks her up and scrunches up his face. "Now what's yittle Becky Wecky doin' hittin' daddy? Hm? Punishin' me for mama? Gonna make me hope one of yer new siblin' is a girl I can have on m''side. Yittle traitor."

Her answer to him is a simple raspberry filled with spit in his face and you finally start to lose it, accidentally spraying bacon crumbs on the bed and in one of your children's hair.

"Ew!!! Mama!"

It's another two hours before you manage to get out of bed and the children are off running amuck in the house as you sneak into the nursery. It's Rebecca's room for right now, but when the twins arrive she's going to be in her own room with her older sisters. You're pretty sure these are going to be your last children, if only because if you have many more you're not sure even Elvis's income can take care of them. The thoughts swirl around in your head and distract you to the point where you don't realize Elvis is behind you until you feel his arms wrap around you and feel his chin on your shoulder.

"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yourn?" The question's simple enough but you hum and wave your hand in a sign for him to ignore it.

"Nothin', Elvis. Jus' thinkin' you said this was an after lunch plan— you putting the other crib in here. Figure I can make it an after breakfast one.

Against your shoulder you feel the muscle in his jaw tense before feeling his exhale against your neck. "Drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Presley. What's in it for me? Do I get a reward for doin' it early?"

You turn to face him and shrug, "your wife's love and appreciation. What more could you want?"

You're quite certain Elvis can see the mirth in your eyes and the way you lift up your eyebrows in what you imagine is a questioning and yet innocent look. Thankfully that same mirth is reflected back at you with a trace hint of arousal as he looks you up and down.

"A bit of dessert 'fore my lunch. I'm a grown man, darlin'. I oughta eat so I keep these handles ya like so much," he whispers, leaning in a little closer and lifting your chin up to look directly in your eyes. "I drag it in here, we head to the bedroom when everyone's nappin'?"

"And you get t'eat the sweetest thing this side of the Mississippi, Mr. Presley?" The joke falls from your lips without a second thought as Elvis starts to laugh a full bellied laugh, tears erupting from his eyes the more he laughs.

"Like ya read my damn mind, Mrs. Presley. We gotta a deal? Can we shake on it?"

"Only if ya get that ice cream I like afterward."

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[cybercupidwrites]

He makes me laugh.

Pairings: Jess Mariano x fem! Reader

Warnings: language, pregnant teen reader.

Words: 2210

Author’s note: Hi friends! This story came from an anonymous request and i loved the idea! I hope you guys like it! This is only the first part!

See request!

The first time you met jess was in a bookstore.

Your school had hour long lunches, so students were allowed to leave the campus and go out to get food or stay at school and eat the food they make. On this day you decided to go the bookstore, it was just up the street from your school. You grabbed your walkman, grabbed a mixtape from your bag and put on your headphones.

You enter the bookstore just as your music started playing, looking at the different labeled shelves you tried finding the one you needed. You were looking for a copy of Macbeth, not to read for the first time, you had just lent your copy of Macbeth to one of your friends and it'd been a month and a half, you were not getting your book back, clearly. The bookstore was small, it didn't have many sections to it so your best guess at finding the book was in the fiction section.

You hummed along to Love of My Life by Queen, which was honestly one of your favorite song at the moment. Skimming through the fiction section for last names that start with 'S', you found yourself crouching down to the bottom of the shelf.

You probably would've found Macbeth too, if it wasn't for someone tripping over you. You headphones and walkman were smacked off you head. When you reached over to grab them, you looked over to the person who was basically face down on the floor. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be in your way, I had my headphones on, are you alright?" You ask the guy, who'd now sat up from the floor.

"I'm fine." He replied curtly. "Are you sure?" you asked, it was only then that the boy looked at you. He was pretty, very pretty. His furrowed brows softening as he spoke out his next response, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay". You nod at him and stand to your feet reaching your hand out toward him to take. "Thanks" he let out and gave you a tight lipped smile.

The second time you guys met was in the same bookstore.

You were cautious this time, not looking through the books on the bottom shelf, and leaving one ear uncovered while you wore your headphones. You were just browsing today. It happened to be you day off from the coffee shop you worked at and school finished only a couple hours ago. Not only that you were kind of hoping you'd run into the pretty boy again. Maybe not run into him literally, he'd already tripped over you.

Browsing through different sections of the store you found yourself in the fiction area again. You smiled as you saw the boy standing there reading the back of a book. Checking out the summary of course.

"Hey, I almost didn't recognize you, standing up." He looked over to you with furrowed brows, as if he just recognized you he spoke, "Almost didn't recognize you not being in my way," your shoulders slumped and you felt guilty all over again, "I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you, there's a coffee shop up the block, I'll buy you whatever you want?" He stayed silent for only a second before putting the book he had back on the shelf, "fine."

"Okay?" You asked, wanting a confirmation, "sure, yeah." You smiled brightly at him and led him out the bookstore.

Upon entering the Cafe you were greeted by many familiar faces, you smile back and offer a small wave. "You come here a lot?" The boy beside you asked, "Yeah, I guess you could say that, I actually work here," he offered a nod in response. Both of you ordered and true to your word you bought his drink.

You went to go sit down at a table near the back of the cafe, not wanting your co workers to overhear the boy's and your conversation. "I never got your name," you told the boy, he mumbled a small oh and mumbled his name, of course you heard him wrong.

"Like the cherry?" His brows quickly furrowed together "What?"

"Your last name?" He let out a laugh, it was the first time he showed any other emotion. "No, no it's Mariano, Jess Mariano, definitely not like the cherry." His laughter died a little down and he just smiled at you, "definitely not" you smiled back.

You spent the rest of the day in the corner of that coffee shop talking, laughing from time to time, and listening to one another.

The next time you saw him was at the coffee shop.

You were working on a Saturday, it was extremely busy. You hadn't been able to take a break yet and you were starving. That's when Jess walked in, when things were starting to slow down. You noticed him before he had a chance to say hello. "Jess! Hi!" You smiled at him, "Hi Y/n, you told me you usually work Saturdays so I thought I'd come by and see if you had any free time coming up, or if your shift was almost over?" You could feel your face heat up, and butterflies in your stomach erupted as you realized he'd come to see you, "Hey V?" You called toward your manager, "Hey whats up Y/n?" She called back, "The stores calmed some, I think I'm going to take my lunch now!" She yelled back an okay, "I have free time right now," Jess smiled back at you, "let me get my coat."

You walked around the block with Jess. He listened to you talk about your day at work and he talked about a book he was currently reading, before he walked you back to work. Before you entered he asked if he could call you, nodding you gave him your number before you really had to get back to work.

—

You guys called each other everyday. He'd occasionally visit you at work, and you were starting to spend all you free time with him. The two of you got closer and closer, eventually you told him how you'd been emancipated and lived on your own with your aunt occasionally checking in on you. He told you about his mom and how he was always finding himself in trouble. Soon enough he told you he was transferring to your school because he'd been expelled from his old one. Now it seemed like you guys were inseparable. He was still finding himself in trouble but not as much as he was before.

Jess asked you to be his girlfriend on your birthday, April 11, you couldn't stop smiling the entire day. Jess got to know all of your coworkers and your aunt. She really liked him. You met his mom, you could tell she wasn't your biggest fan, but she couldn't lie, you were a good influence on her son.

Everything was going great, until you realized you were pregnant. It was February when you realized you hadn't bought a new box of pads, and then you couldn't remember the last time you had your period. It not like you could tell Jess at the time, he mom sent him to live with his uncle, about two weeks about Jess turned 17. You didn't think you could tell him over the phone you were pregnant or thought you were pregnant. You didn't see the signs either, you weren't getting morning sickness, and if you did you always brushed it off as eating something bad.

You called your aunt and told her to come as soon as possible. You felt nauseous as you waited for her come with the tests. When she finally showed up you cried into her shoulder the nervousness getting to you. She tried to convince you that you weren't pregnant and that it was only a coincidence, maybe your period is irregular honey, she told you. The nausea you felt before was stronger as you waited for the tests to give you the results. After a couple of minutes you looked at the tests.

"Fuck"

You told your aunt and she stayed with you until you stopped crying, she offered to take you to the doctors the next day just to confirm and to see how far along you were. She ended up spending the night with you. You wanted to think about this rationally as soon as you could but the only thing running through your mind was Jess. He'd called you earlier that night but you didn't answer. You thought you'd probably blurt it out if you did. You missed him so much, and cursed his mother for sending him away. You wanted to be next to him as soon as possible, you wanted to tell him in person. You wanted to be with him.

The next day you told your aunt that you'd planned to be with Jess and you were leaving on the weekend, she respected your wishes and told you she's send your stuff as soon as you found somewhere to settle down, and if you need help not to hesitate to call her. You bought a bus ticket to stars hallow and went on your way as soon as the weekend came around. You did answer Jess' calls until then but decided not to tell him your plans until you saw him.

—

Stars hallow was a small town very small town, luckily for you , you knew exactly where to look for him. Once you got off the bus you asked the nearest person for the diner his uncle owned. "Hi, I'm Y/n, can you tell me where Luke's is?" The guy introduced himself as Kirk and told you were to go, offering to take you there, but you politely declined. When you made it to the diner, you looked around for Jess but it seemed he wasn't there.

You sat on the counter and decided to wait. "Hey what can I get you?" An older man asked, you shook your head, he sighed. "Look if you don't order anything I'm going to have to ask you leave." You nodded and told him a soda would be nice, "You're Luke right?" You asked the older man when he came back with your soda. He furrowed his brows and you were now sure he was. He nodded and let out a yeah. "I'm Y/n, Jess's girlfriend." He looked surprise to see you, "he didn't say you were visiting," you shook your head. "Uh he doesn't know I'm here." He nodded his head, "He should be here in a little I'll let him now to help you."

When Jess showed up only a couple of minutes later Luke went up to him and told him to serve the girl at the counter. "Whatever" he said to Luke and grabbed a pen and pad to write down an order, not looking up to see you he asked what he could get you. "You know it's a little rude not to greet the customers beforehand," you told him, "what? Y/n?" You giggled as he put the pad down and walked around the counter. You stood up from the stool and hugged Jess. He hugged you back tightly, "What are you doing here Y/n?" He smiled brightly at you, "I came to see you silly," he reached for your face and kissed you harshly, butterflies erupted in your stomach and you could feel your face heat up. You pulled away from him first, slightly embarrassed because of the people in the diner. "Hey why don't you show Y/n around the town?" Luke said to you guys. Jess nodded and grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the diner.

You spent the rest of the day with him, he didn't really show you around but that's okay. You'd see it another day. Jess asked you throughout the day what you were actually doing there but you would change the subject not wanting to ruin the day. You'll tell him later you thought. You got food from Luke's for dinner and Jess took you to a bridge telling you that's where Luke pushed him off, you laughed and wished you were there to witness that. It was a really calm quiet night, you could get used to this you thought to yourself.

"What are you actually doing here, Y/n? You work on Saturdays, why aren't you in New York?" You shrugged your shoulders, "I quit." You said curtly. He furrowed his brows but didn't press on the matter. You sat in silence watching the moon's reflection in the water below you. You thought you'd feel nauseous in the moment but you weren't.

"Hey Jess?" You called out to him. "Yeah Y/n," he replied still looking at the water below. You could feel your heartbeat quickly, and you hands start to tremble. "I'm pregnant." You said before you could psyche yourself out of saying it. You looked over to Jess whose eyebrows were raised astronomically high, he looked at you with wide eyes. You didn't say anything else. His face softened as he took in this new information "oh."

[munsonsduchess]

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire

summary: on a girls night out you meet someone unexpected w/c: 1,708 warnings: mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption (drink responsibily), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of the word pussy and cock, taking a stranger home a/n: so the bar mentioned here does actually exist, it's called Ballie Ballersons and they have locations in london and edinburgh and it's a lot of fun on a night out. we're also suspending disbelief and saying that there is no cost of living crisis and it's entirely capable for two people to rent a nice flat in central london and be able to y'know eat and go on nights out and stuff

(moodboard by me)

It hadn’t been your idea to go out tonight. You’d planned for a nice quiet evening on the sofa, the whole flat to yourself since Emma had gone to the fringe following some lad she’d met in a bar who she’d become besotted by. 

You’d settled in and had been browsing for somewhere to order dinner from when the group chat light up and sent out the bat signal. Lucy’s awful boyfriend, who you’d never liked anyway, had dumped her over Snapchat as it turns out he’d been seeing someone else on the side the entire time. So you’d abandoned the sofa, got dressed according to what everyone else was wearing and jumped on a train. 

Which is how you found yourself in a ballpit in a bar in Shoreditch. You’d all had neon face painting done when you arrived, matching of course, and someone had booked a VIP table which you were immensely grateful for, your shoes were cute, not practical and standing all night was not on your agenda. It wasn’t on anyone’s agenda really, especially since Denise had already pre booked an Uber home for everyone announcing to the group chat via voice message that the mission for tonight was to get as legless as possible as quickly as possible. 

Some of the girls had all congregated together before coming out and done pres but you’d insisted on eating something first. There was no way you’d survive the night without lining your stomach first. The days of being able to go out drinking all day and all night and still show up for an 8:00am class were very much behind you now.   

»»————-　♡　————-««

As the DJ blasted out “Dancing Queen” you’d all ended up downing your drinks for a group selfie and dancing in the larger mirrored ball pit. It was turning into one of those nights where you hadn’t planned on being out but you knew it was a great decision to answer the call. 

You were looking around for your group, trying to find someone and let them know you needed the loo when your cute, practical shoe stood on a rogue ball and you ended up laying flat on your back amongst the rest. It didn’t hurt and you were just laughing to yourself, of course you’d be the one who ended up falling over. 

As you tried to right yourself you couldn’t quite get your footing, little bit tricky when you were tipsy in a ball pit. That’s when you saw a man’s hand being offered to you, you grabbed hood gratefully and felt yourself being pulled up. Once upright you came face to face with a boy your own age with unruly curly hair and honestly the brownest eyes you’d ever seen,

“Y’alright?” he asked smiling, “I saw you go down, figured you could use a hand”

“I’m good thanks, couldn’t quite get my footing under there” you laughed, he was cute so you figured there was no harm in flirting a little. Although you couldn’t quite place his accent, you’d ask about it later maybe if you remembered,

“It’s a bit tricky” he smiled back, “are you out by yourself?” 

“There’s a group of us, somewhere” you scanned the ball pit and saw Jess at the far end chatting to one of the bouncers, “bit of a crisis in the group chat this evening so we all headed out” you we’re about to say something else when the boy spoke again,

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Please”

“I’m not usually this forward, I just thought you were stunning and my mate kept telling me I should talk to you and stop being a wimp”

“Well then I guess it’s my lucky night” 

You both introduced yourself, the boy’s name being Tom from Cornwall who was up in London staying with some friends for a while.

You left the ballpit, gesturing to Jess on the way out that you were with Tom so if anything went pear shaped at least you knew someone would be able to come and save you. Or if things went well that someone knew you were gone and who you were gone with. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

With the rest of the girls on the dance floor or in the ball ours the booth you’d booked was free for you and Tom to sit and chat and get to know one another. You talked about the usual things, where you lived, where you worked, where you went to school. Then previous relationships came up and you noticed Tom seemed to not be as comfortable,

“I’ve not really seen anyone in the last few years. It’s all been causal y’know” he said, “just feeling my way” 

“Did something happen to you then?” you couldn’t help but ask, Tom seemed like a nice enough guy so you couldn’t imagine why it would be hard for him to find someone who wanted to be serious 

“Yeah. Things ended with the girl I’d been with for three years, I loved her but she didn’t love me back” he said with a sad smile,

“That’s awful. Well, her loss is my gain” you grinned moving closer to  him, “I mean, if you’re ok with running through London with a stranger” 

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Tom laughed, his hand on your arm now

“You don’t seem so strange to me” by this point you were practically sitting in his lap, Tom didn’t seem to mind and closed the space between you kissing you gently, “let me find someone and tell them I’m not getting in the Uber home” 

“Sure. I’ll let my mates know the same thing” 

You found Amy first by the bar and let her know you were heading out. She laughed and demanded you put all the details in the group chat the next morning. She also made sure you were planning on keeping your location on. Just in case. 

—

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone where it felt this fun, like you weren’t worried about faking it to make it end quicker, telling the person you finished when you didn’t just so they’d leave. 

Being with Tom felt like a whole new experience. He took his time to learn the curves of your body. Kissing his way across your chest, along your stomach, he spent what felt like an hour between your thighs, his tongue, his mouth, felt like heaven. It really seemed like he was the type of man who got off on getting his partner off. 

Tom’s hands grabbed your hips as he practically ground your pussy into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate like a man sentenced to die would eat his last meal. 

You knew he was bound to be hard, you’d felt it pressing against you while you’d gotten the tube home but he made no effort to relieve himself in any way. By the third time you’d cum from his mouth and fingers alone you wondered if he wasn’t in pain from denying himself relief all this time. 

If you’d thought Tom’s skill began and ended with oral you’d have been sorely mistaken. After grabbing a condom from your bathroom he returned, oftentimes a man can look ridiculous standing bare with just a condom on but Tom didn’t seem to worry too much about how he looked. 

When he sank into you it felt just as good if not better than when he was going down on you. A lot of men put stock in how big they are, exaggerating on their size and prowess but again all Tom seemed to be focused on was making you feel good. 

The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot with every thrust. He laid kisses on every inch of you he could reach, it was almost like making love instead of just fucking. You could tell Tom was the sort of person who wanted to experience all kinds of intimacy and it was obvious in the way he paid attention to your needs, constantly asking if you were ok, if something felt good. 

It was honestly one of the best experiences you’d ever had. Tom also made sure that you’d cum multiple times again before he finished inside the condom. It was something you’d never experienced with a partner, only by yourself. 

Him coming back with a warm washcloth after he’d stripped the condom off in the bathroom was new as well. Honestly you couldn’t believe a boy like this was real. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

You woke the next morning and expected to feel someone else in the bed next to you but instead heard someone rustling about in the living room. 

After throwing something on so you wouldn’t flash the neighbours you saw Tom looking around your living room for something,

“Lost something?” You asked, leaning against the doorway,

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I can’t find my train ticket, I was gonna wake you when I found it” Tom said, looking sheepish 

“Oh. I mean. Yeah sure, but you know Uber eats delivers and I would murder an Egg and Bacon McMuffin. Unless you don’t want Maccas? We can go into town if you like” one the one hand you weren’t sure Tom would want to stay with you, he has told you last night he’d only been doing casual since his last relationship but last night felt … different so you kind of hoped he would. 

“Into town?” Tom asked, confused. 

“For breakfast” you smiled hopefully, you kind of hoped he was going to stay after all. 

“Actually, I’d murder a bacon and egg muffin myself” he returned you smile you honestly felt your stomach flutter at the prospect,

“That’s what I hoped you’d say”

It left you both with around thirty minutes to kill while the driver picked up your food and brought it around. When the knock on the door did come you both had to do your best not to laugh while the driver handed the food off to Tom and pointedly looked everywhere but at the very shiny lower half of Tom’s face. 

All in all a very successful night out but an even more successful morning after. 

Gonna tag the Eddie girlies incase anyone is interested:

Taglist: @pillow-titties @munsonology @thegirlblogstuff @boomhauer @prettyboyeddiemunson @hellfireeddie6 @that-lame-ghoul9000 @flashyourgreeneyesatme @anxiousstark @ruinedbythehobbit @winnifredburkleismyhero @manda-panda-monium @insertcoolnameherethanks @aftermidnightwriting @mcbeanzontoast @tiannamortis

[saltygilmores]

Dance Marathon Episode (Aka Murder On the Dancefloor)-Part 7

I'm not looking forward to the next episode, Let The Games Begin. I only remember small fragments of it, andI know it's almost Literati Kickoff Time and I'm getting nervous. Stall, stall, stall! Oh hey look who it is.

Salty, in her best, nasally Adam Brody voice: One sandweech please. Thinking about @frazzledsoul's headcanon where Dave Rygalski and Max Medina cross paths in California and Max mows Dave down with his car. Dave was really living out Jess' dream. You know what else I keep thinking about the entire time I'm watching this episode? What times these events are taking place. Dave Rygalski is just wandering in fresh faced and bushy tailed at 5am on a Sunday morning to see Lane. He's soooo dreamy. You know what else I'm thinking about? How that bucket of egg salad has been sitting out unrefrigerated for 24 hours and Stars Hollow is about to experience a mass food poisoning the likes of which the town has never seen. No need to worry, On top of the IRS, Child Protective Services, and the Connecticut Labor Board, I'd already added the Connecticut Health Department to my speed dial.

Well isn't that cute. But Alas. Lord Amy giveth, and Lord Amy taketh away.

Dave. Ma'am. Dave: Uh, no, I heard a bunch of people talking about the sandwiches, so I thought I'd come in and try one.

Getting hit by a car would be much quicker and less painful than suffering a slow and agonozing death from e.coli but who am I to play God, I guess. Mrs Kim loads Dave up with sandwiches to bring home to his parents after they return from nearby "Bible Study" (at 5am). Since this is Stars Hollow and everyone is a naive rube, Mrs Kim doesn't question which church or why she doesn't already know these other churchy people in this small town or how it's possible they're outchurching her by waking up at 4am on a Sunday, and totally falls for it. You gotta give it to Dave, he's slick. I'm gonna start calling him Slick Dave. The final opportunity for Lane to at least fake interest in Jess to piss off her mother has just sailed past. Womp womp.

6 minutes left in the episode, ya'll. Buckle in. *heavy, resigned sigh* Rory's about to act like such a salty little b that she's going to... force me to defend Dean. A Salty's gotta do, what a Salty's gotta do…

That's what Dean's parents said about him after his birth.

Shane with the thousand yard stare like her corpse.

Rory Freaking Gilmore! Enough!

I've had it with you.

I'm bored. Okuh. *tonsil hockey* Look, everyone, look at those two kids and how every time you see them they're always sticking their tongues down each other's throats and not talking This is relationship goals, honestly. Rory knows it. This is why she has sand in her panties.

If you've ever wondered whether this actress, Jessica Kiper, knows what a sweet gig it was to get paid to make out with Milo Ventimiglia and say a few lines...she knows. She knows she lived our dream. She has bought it up unprompted many times on social media. You can rub it in our faces, we don't mind. We love you, Queen.

I mean, they've tried. So are you offering? Can they go back to your house and do it in your bed? You're certainly not using it for anything other than sleeping.

They've been there, done that, also in a closet, in the backseat of a car, on the school football field, under the bleachers, in a bathroom...

It was not a telephone pole, it was a tree. You were there, Rory. You were there.

The already dim light in Dean's eyes is fading away. He's thinking, yeah, what is the deal with girls who enjoy sex... I wouldn't know.

Shane wiping the saliva from her mouth is GOLDEN. And yes baby we are always talking about you. If you see me talking at any point in time it is probably about you. Shit, this will have to go into part 8. Bye!

[soulofapatrick]

Feel the Same Way - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: “Tommy fucking the reader from behind at the tipsy bison behind the bar counter”

Words: 1.9k

Warning: Smut (p in v) oral F!receiving; fluff; somewhat established relationship

Notes: requested by the lovely @thesapphirequeen​

Y/N’s POV

Jesse and I are make it through the gates, the snow pelting us and prickling our skin as if we weren’t bundled up in layers. Everything aches and burns as I slide from Indiana’s back, my gelding snapping his hooves into the icy snow as if telling me to hurry the fuck up and get him to his stable. He does what I call his happy ‘tippy-tappies’ when I pull his rein from over his neck so I can lead him to his stable where he can be untacked and bedded down for the night by Charlotte - our head stable manager. 

Other than Jesse, Ellie and Dina I’d say Charlotte has to be one of my best friends. We’ve grown close as I like to spend my free time helping her in the stables which is how I got my drama queen of a gelding, I helped birth him and voila he’s now mine. Charlotte helped me integrate into society after being somewhat quite feral when arriving to Jackson. I liked spending my time with the horses as I found them predictable and Charlotte wouldn’t engage me in conversation unless I asked first. She’s a hard to miss figure, being around 5ft 8 with red, shoulder-length hair that gently hangs over her round, radiant face. Lidded blue eyes, set deep within their sockets, always watch delightedly over the horses as if this is the only place she really feels at home. She’s got a scar reaching from just under her right eyebrow , running towards the other eye and ending on her left cheek and she wears it with pride. There's something different about her, maybe her bravery or her sense of camaraderie but people will boast about how well they know her. 

Charlotte takes one look at me and Jesse, letting out a sympathetic sound before she takes our horses off of us and sends us on our way into town with a gentle goodbye. The cold tries to push her way through my layers upon layers of clothing, clawing at any bare skin she can find as the town has begun to quieten for the night. 

Usually I’d head straight home and fall into bed but the dimming lights of the Tipsy Bison seem to draw me in and I’m turning to my best friend, “I’m gonna get a drink, I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Alright Birdie, see you tomorrow.” Jesse hugs me tightly, pressing a kiss to my hair as I lightly grumble at the nickname. Everyone started calling me Birdie not long after I arrived to Jackson as they realised how much of a flight risk I was, always getting past the walls to be found not too far away. It was Joel of all people who gave me the nickname and it seemed to have stuck so to everyone in Jackson I am Birdie and not Y/N. I should be upset that no-one uses my real name but honestly? I’m just happy I’m close enough to people for them to even think about giving me a nickname. 

The Tipsy Bison is empty when I step through the swing doors, the fairy lights dimmed and the music playing softly in the background. It’s past closing time so either of the Miller brothers are probably closing up which means they won’t mind if I grab myself a drink from behind the bar. My footsteps seemingly echo as I drop my pack and coat to make my way around the bar, grabbing a glass and pouring myself some whiskey. Fuck, the members of Jackson know how to make their whiskey: it’s rich and full with hints of vanilla and something smokey, it’s smooth and slides down easily as it heats me from the inside out. I pour myself a second glass, not hearing anyone until a familiar body is pressed against mine and that low southern drawl is sending shivers down my spine, “Who said you could just help yourself now darlin’?”

“Tommy,” His name is like a breath of fresh air as it falls from my lips, his large hands planting themselves on my hips and pulling my back flush against his chest. I lean my head back on his shoulder, tangling my fingers through his messy and loose curls while bringing my lips close to his before whispering, “I missed you.” 

He seems to soften, a gentle smile sliding onto those pretty lips that I have missed before he’s closing the distance and kissing me. It’s slow and sensual, not what I was expecting from him with where we are and how hard he feels against the swell of my arse, a growl slipping out when I press my hips back into his. He swipes his tongue against my bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss so I part my lips for him, tugging at his curls and drawing a low groan from him. One of Tommy’s hands is moving around my hip to pop the button on my jeans with ease before he dives his hand in with no warning. The rough pads of his fingers are swiping through my wet folds until they bump against my clit with a gasp that he swallows. 

I should be telling Tommy to stop when he breaks the kiss to tug my jeans and underwear down my legs, telling him to wait until he’s finished closing up as anyone could technically walk through those swing doors but I can’t. The protest gets stuck in my throat when he sinks to his knees, helping me step out of both before planting himself on the floor between my legs. ‘Fuck me this man is going to be the death of me’ I can’t help but think when he parts my glistening folds before delving in and eating me like a starved man. Tongue swirling around my sensitive nub before he’s shoving it as deep as he can into my aching core, a small scream escaping my lips as my hands fly to his hair. I think my eyes roll back into my head when he wiggles his tongue and his nose bumps my clit, eating me out like there’s not tomorrow and that familiar pressure is already building up. 

“T-tommy!” I’m moaning, tugging on his hair almost painfully but by the sounds that are leaving his throat and vibrating up my spine, leaving me lightheaded, I’d say he enjoys it. The smirk on those pretty pink lips has me wanting to smack him but all my body can do is grind down onto his face as his hands grip my ass tightly, keeping him buried between my legs. His hands on my ass also means I can’t squirm away when it starts to all feel too much, the tightness in my core snapping and I’m gushing. Tommy’s tongue not stopping once until I’m whining from oversensitivity. 

“Fuck darlin’, didn’t know you could do that.” I can hear the smirk in his tone as he pulls himself to his feet while I’m leant forwards, letting my forehead rest on my arms against the bar as I try to catch my breath and stop my legs from giving way. His belt clinks and the familiar sound of his zipper has me wet again at the thought of him hard and how wrecked he looks. Those calloused hands are gripping my hips tightly and pulling me backwards, a sharp gasp leaving me as I’m suddenly full, my hands flailing and knocking my empty glass to the floor. His body covers mine, lips pressing sweet but sloppy kisses to my shoulder as he bottoms out, giving me time to adjust as no matter how many times Tommy and I hook up I will never get used to how big he is. 

The tip is already brushing against that spongy spot inside and his hands find mine on the bar, intertwining our fingers together as he begins to slowly, teasingly, roll his hips in a circular motion. I’m pushing back against him, needing more and he’s chuckling before he pulls his hips back and slamming into me, causing me to cry out. His lips begin leaving hickeys across any bare skin he can get to as he sets a steady rhythm, hitting that spot that makes me see stars with every thrust. I feel like I’m floating, the hard wood of the bar barely felt where it’s smacking against my hips with every thrust, knowing it’ll leave a bruise but that’s for future me to deal with. 

“T-tommy,” I’m whining, the coil in my core beginning to tighten, and he’s soothing me, hands moving to my hips and chest leaving my back so he can speed the pace. We’re close, my walls fluttering around his twitching dick buried inside of me as he returns to grinding his hips instead, leaving me breathless and oh so close to the edge. 

“That’s it sugar,” Tommy coos, one hand moving around my hip to find that sensitive bud and I’m jerking backwards, pulling him even deeper than before, “Oh shit, fuck darlin’!” I can feel him pulsing and he’s trying to pull out but I’m clenched around him so snug and tight he doesn’t have enough will power to do it. I should be worried and angry that I’m currently full of his seed but when the rough pads of his fingers begin circling my clit all thoughts leave me, my legs clamping shut and my body falling forwards against the bar again as the coil snaps and I’m clenching around him. He’s holding me in place despite the hiss of pain that leaves his lips until I’m spent and the only thing holding me up is the bar and Tommy’s hands. 

I feel so empty when he pulls out, unable to move as the mixture of our orgasms begin slipping down my already slippery thighs but gentle hands are cleaning me up with a warm rag. Then I’m being helped back into my underwear and jeans, turned to face the raven haired man who is smiling softly as me, cupping my face in his hands before he ducks his head to kiss me. The kiss is gentle and full of emotions I don’t want to try and decipher so I just sink into it, feeling his broad and strong chest under my palms and the pillowy softness of his lips on mine until we have to part for air. Tommy’s leading me back around the bar, sitting me on one of the stools before beginning to finish up closing the bar. 

“You know I think me ’n you should date Birdie,” Tommy speaks from behind the bar where he’s sweeping up the shattered glass. 

“Really?” I think I stop breathing as I’ve been in love with the younger Miller since he introduced himself to me. I was willing to take these hook ups as it was the closest I’d ever get to being his in my mind, “You want to date me?”

“Y/N,” He uses my real name, coming around the bar to stand in front of me, cupping my cheek in his hand and making me look at him, “These were never just hookups to me darlin’.” 

“Oh?” 

“Hell nah. So…?”

“So?”

“Will you me my girlfriend?” 

“Hell yes.”    

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what's your jesskas prince/hero au about? 👀

P.S. ur like one of my fave artist on here! u and ur art are so cool frfr B)

Thank you omg!!! 🥺❤️ That's such a delight to hear honestly.

But okay so for the Prince/Hero au.

This is not a medieval timeline or anything. It is still 100% Minecraft. The monsters and animals are Minecraft mobs still.

Lukas is the prince in this au. Jesse is the local town hero.

Basically Lukas has lived his entire life shut away in the castle with his family. Reason being due to an accident when he was a youth, he received a scar on his chin, and his family, the royals. His parents haaaate it. They think it ruins their perfect regal look as a collective family when he's there, so they basically keep him away at gatherings. He also has a sister who I decided will be Nell (cuz she's blond and blue eyes like Lukas) BUT LISTEN she isn't like a girly princess or anything she absolutely loathes the king and queen, 1. For how they treat Lukas, and 2. Because they are unfathomably strict, and force all their ideals onto their children. Nell still has her laidback chill personality from the games, maybe without the dudebro speech pattern, but she has to keep it hidden around their parents. She doesn't wear a dress or anything. That is the one thing she doesn't let her parents force her to do. She's super kind to Lukas and everything. She's also younger than him so their parents play favorite on her hard and she hates it. Also the characters from the episode 8 in mcsm are her besties that she competes in like archery with or other 'royal' games.

Anyways so yeah uh Lukas never ever goes out of the castle. Not since he was a child. The kingdom basically forgot about the prince because he's never mentioned or seen so it's basically as though he doesn't really exist. All over a scar?? It's ridiculous, I know. He doesn't have any friends, just a massive library, and his gifted ocelot, Dewey.

Onto Jesse, he's the town hero/errand boy. His best friend Petra is leader of the towns guards. Axel is a blacksmith, and Olivia is an inventor. Jesse himself does all the good deeds in town. Everyone loves him. He's a buff little ray of sunshine. And because he's strong, he's noticed by some recruit team from the castle to enlist in his assistance up there for a big event (there was an accident so they're out a bunch of men so they go to the nearest towns and pick the strongest people they can find, Beacon being one of them.

So that day Jesse is up there, he's told he's not allowed to touch ANYTHING other than what he's assigned to (because he's a peasant to the royals) and guess who he accidentally bumps into??? Prince Lukas 😳 But here's the catch. Lukas isn't exactly allowed to be out of his room when there's an event so he has to wear a hood to keep himself hidden. He was on the way back from collecting a recent delivery of new books to read from a gentleman (this man only comes to the castle when there's something big happening, it's his only way in) who Lukas gives money just to bring new books back for him whenever he visits.

So yeah Jesse and Lukas bump into each other and Jesse doesn't at all recognize him as a prince or anything because he can't see his regal blond hair under his hood, nor does Jesse know that Lukas' existence as prince is even possible because... well Lukas is never talked bout. So instead of apologizing profusely to Lukas like Lukas is used to, Jesse's just like "oh sorry man, let me help you with those." Helps Lukas pick up all the books that scattered. Lukas himself is immediately attuned to the fact that Jesse didn't treat him like some priceless object when they bumped, so Lukas is immediately interested in who this man is. He's never seen him here at the castle. Jesse offers to help Lukas carry his books which Lukas hesitantly allows (he's not used to talking to strangers). They bring the books back to the library and Lukas basically asks Jesse who he is. They tell each other their names and Jesse explains who he is and what he does. The town hero. Does errands for the town. Mines the ores that go to the castle and town. Has this cool pet pig named Reuben (who doesn't die in this au btw) and so on.

Lukas is... enthralled with Jesse. He's immediately asking him questions about what its like to live in town and how it is living amongst nature. Jesse's like 🤨 Bro do you ever go out? (mentally) But he doesn't question it he just assumes castle staff don't need to leave since they already have it all. But Jesse explains what its like, all the stuff he does and Lukas is just in awe over all of it. He spent most of his life staring down at the town from his rooms balcony, longing to adventure down there but now he has someone from town itself to tell him all about it! Not only that, but Jesse also during this conversation offers to introduce Lukas to Reuben, because Lukas just assumed that pigs were dangerous where as Jesse just laughs like "what?? no way, he's my best friend."

So guess who starts sneaking out in his little cloak and commoner outfits to go hang out with the hero every other night? Oh em gee its Lukas! 😍 Jesse shows him what the world is like, introduces him to so, so much. Takes him mining. Shows him the town and the animals. It's an entirely new learning experience for Lukas. Lukas loves the humanity Jesse shows in his personality. And Jesse adores Lukas' innocence and inexperience with the world he himself has memorized all his years of living. It's like Jesse gets to fall in love with the world around him all over again, but in an entirely new way just by sharing it with Lukas.

It's... ahem. Very gay. Aaaand kind of slow burn too. I plan on writing a fic for this au in the future because I have SOOO many ideas. Just yesterday I decided Aiden is going to be the cocky, arrogant knight with a superiority complex who likes to just go into town and terrorize 'peasants' and to challenge Jesse's heroism. Lukas knows Aiden and absolutely despises him with a burning passion. Even more so when he stands beside Jesse in his commoner clothes and hood, a prince hidden amongst the lower class just to watch this so called 'noble knight' be a major dick to everyone and everything. Also some HEAVY heavy angst happens with him. I won't talk about it because spoilers because I do wanna write a fic, but yeah. Aiden enjoyers don't look I'm about to fucking obliterate a man (I hate him genuinely).

All in all this au is really fucking sweet and I love it SOOOO much. Did I mention Jesse and Lukas send letters to each other via pigeon? 🥹 Yeah. That's real. Lukas is gonna fall for Jesse and Jesse's gonna fall even harder. It will be so cool.

[amchara]

Chain of Thorns - First Impressions

I finished the book a couple hours ago and needed to take a bit of time to formulate my thoughts. I’m a fast reader and admittedly, this can mean I skim in some places / go over some details so doubtless I’ll pick up on more when I do my reread. 

They got long so underneath the cut… but here are my first impressions of Chain of Thorns: 

I liked it a lot. I didn’t love it. It suffered from many of the same issues that plagued Queen of Air and Darkness and maybe even a bit more in this book. Namely, too big of a cast, too much plot to explore decently but more importantly -  lack of follow-through/consequences for characters’ actions or events in the book. 

Some initial points: 

SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD’VE DIED/BEEN EXILED/BEEN LOST IN ANOTHER REALM. I like the happy endings they got (I have much love for these characters). But it didn’t feel earned. :/ 

Also the pacing throughout much of the book was breakneck, bar a few quiet interludes. Some storylines - Lucie, Jesse and Malcolm’s visit to Cornwall and Matthew and Cordelia’s Paris interlude could’ve used a few more pages to really allow the characters to develop/explore why they were really there before pulling them back in service of the main plot. 

Let’s start off with what I did love: 

My love for Matthew, Cordelia and James’ characters was maintained and possibly even grew during this final book. I just - *BITES FIST* Honestly, I’m pretty damn happy where things ended up when it comes to the interpersonal relationships and dynamics between the three of them.  

I loved that we got Fairstairs in Paris, though I will pout (and almost certainly finish that one fanfic for…) it was so little. Just- James could’ve arrived later on? Not been waiting in their room? *forever mourns the lost opportunity* 

I especially appreciated the brokenness of the three of them as they returned to London. The time it took them to muddle through, process and re-discover their true feelings post-Gracelet revelation and how it shaped the course. But how they all still desperately cared about one another and it never wavered even when they were furious with each other. 

Controversial opinion - though I know Bry will back me up on this - but James and Matthew’s parabatai relationship is the best one out of all the TSC parabatai - yes, even Will and Jem, who were idealised. Matthew and James’ relationship is that perfect mix of love, frustration, co-dependency that you need for a parabatai relationship.  

It rose to new heights in Chain of Thorns, as James was finally able to break down Matthew’s walls and help him begin to heal, not only with his drinking but also his self-loathing. And Matthew finally gets his friend back who has been suppressed emotionally for three years (!!!) and you can just feel the intensity and pull of the relationship between the two of them, for good or bad, throughout the book. The scenes in Edom just killed me.

And Cordelia is - maybe not glue but it’s just - something separate but essential between the three of them. The mirror, perhaps? Reflecting their best selves upon her. And Matthew and James’ unconditional love heals the part of her that feels she has to be useful or heroic to be loved

Look romantic or platonic, you cannot convince me otherwise that they weren’t all meant to be together in some fashion, even if it’s not a classic OT3, but maybe more V-triad? <brb just thinking about a heronfairstairs fic set in the 1910s> 

UGH. I AM EMOTIONAL JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.  It’s a messier, truer to life version of the Jem-Tessa-Will situation (especially if Jem hadn’t become a Silent Brother) and you won’t be able to convince me otherwise. 

Cordelia, she broke my heart with Matthew but I accept it. I knew she was going to end up with James. But I do think- much like Tessa was with Jem, Matthew and Cordelia’s love for each other is a quieter flame than the ones they have for their respective Herondales, and it’s a shame it wasn’t explored more.  

I think the one sticking point for Cordelia and Matthew in terms of romance is Matthew’s drinking. Cordelia has trauma around her father’s drinking and to see it reflected in Matthew (even if he is successful in his sobriety) means there’s that extra hurdle if they were to enter a romantic relationship. Cordelia is pragmatic enough that she knows she does not want the same type of relationship her mother and father had.

James and Cordelia- I did enjoy their ups and downs. I do enjoy them together. I think I am always going to be slightly put out that it didn’t end more tragically. Herondales always win in love- and the way that James’ story and history has been framed and referenced in SO MANY OTHER Shadowhunter books made me think possibly there would be something different this time- that he’d lose one of his loves, either Cordelia or Matthew.

Quick points individually: 

Cordelia - My girl remains the best- she is the best combo of heroine - kind but proud, reckless but also caring and straightforward in her dealings. She can’t abide to be cruel but she can be ruthless (her cutting Tatiana’s throat- dammmmmnnnnn) 

James - *checks* Not feral enough, lol. Yes, we did get many moments… especially post-Paris and ummm, that scene where he and Cordelia consummated their marriage but could’ve used more. Will come back with more coherent thoughts later. 

Matthew… oh my darling Matthew. I’m going to have to come back to him in a separate post, I think. Having just read his arc in this book- I get why Cassie didn’t kill him off or separate him from his friends. There was already so much hopelessness woven into his storyline and a lot of uncertainty if he’s even going to succeed in remaining sober, any tragic ending would’ve felt pointlessly cruel, I think. 

Ultimately, his journey isn’t over but I appreciate the steps he took during this book. At the same time, it feels so strange we ended the book with Matthew’s future still a large question mark. Still time for him to get lost in Faerie!! I ultimately believe he has a promising yet tragic life to lead, and I want to know what it is…

Other things I loved:

The Merry Thieves relationship in Chain of Thorns >>>>>> 

Especially the scenes where they all go to help Matthew get through his first couple days of non-drinking. And of Thomas and Christopher each going to respectively check on James and Matthew. I loved their dynamic during this book, which I think we saw in Chain of Gold but less so in CHain of Iron so was happy to see its return. 

Thomas and Alastair - were perfection. No notes. 

I have to admit I might’ve skimmed over a few of their scenes that were cute but were interludes during other tense moments, when I was dying to know what happened to other characters we had just cut away from… but I am going to savour their interactions on my reread.

Alastair and Cordelia’s sibling relationship also remains amazing. As admitted before, I am a Carstairs family fan and this book definitely helped cement that.

After a few Christopher POVs, I definitely got the sinking feeling he was a goner. And yep- I was correct- as were quite a few others in fandom. He wasn’t one of my favourites but his development in the first half of Chain of Thorns before his death- his expanded interactions with the other Merry Thieves and his growing relationship with Grace were a delight to read and I am sad he didn’t make it. Also, I am such a sucker for an Orpheus and Eurydice callback so I absolutely adored the moment in the laboratory. 

I think I’ll need to reread before I can fully opine on Grace’s arc in Chain of Thorns but my first impressions were favourable. I like that she didn’t get the full redemption arc right away. I appreciated she told Cordelia what had happened with her and James but it was strange we didn’t get that scene but were told it? Hmm, this was something that bothered me a few times- there were some important conversations between characters which should’ve happened ‘on page’ but didn’t. 

Things I was relatively meh about: 

Anna and Ariadne - they were… fine? I absolutely get they are some people’s fav characters but I think out of all of the characters, many of their scenes would’ve been the easiest to cut, and it might’ve made a more cohesive, tightly-plotted story. 

Jesse and Lucie - honestly, I think the plot with Belial overshadowed the consequences of Lucie bringing Jesse back to life. No, he wasn’t just half alive, he WAS DEAD. You did necromancy, Lucie- accept it! I hate that it all seemingly was swept under the rug. :/

And sadly, Jesse as a character in Chain of Thorns was… boring. I’m sad to say it but it’s true! I appreciated him so much more as a sarky ghost.

Lucie’s plotlines… I need to reread but I think it’s a combo of Lucie’s storylines not getting a proper chance to breathe, like- what she and Malcolm were going to do to raise Annabel in Cornwall, or being too tied to what she can do with her ghost powers to help against Belial. She felt more like a plot device in this book than the others, and I disliked that for her. Maybe that will change upon reread but ehh. Wasted potential overall on both Jesse and Lucie. 

Overall plotline with Belial - less interesting this time around? Hmm. Need to pay more attention to it on reread but first views were less than favourable. That being said, I guess he and Tatiana were quite clever with the Watchers and the plotline with the Cornwall Institute.

I enjoyed all of the Lilith-Cordelia interactions though - super fun to watch them spar verbally, and loved that Lilith kept implying that if Cordelia fullfilled her oath as paladin, she could have BOTH Matthew and James. Lilith isn’t shocked by that sorta thing, lol. 

Lastly, the inherent bigotry and cruelty of the Enclave was used more as a plot device to get the adults out of the way for the big showdown and I hated that immensely- especially as all the fuss about Tessa and Lucie and James’ bloodline was again, all resolved by the end of the book. Booo, no lasting consequences. 

This is very long for first impressions but anyway… I’m glad I’ve written it all down. Happy to engage in comments/reblogs but let’s discuss civilly, and of course - tag all your spoilers!    

[fryingpan1234567]

Cassandra Cain highschool AU headcanons I AM BEGGING PLEASE

OF COURSE OF COURSE

We all know Cass loves black. Arguably, it’s her favorite color

(Every day she thanks whatever god she doesn’t believe exists that black is one of the JL Prep school colors)

Anyways she wears black a lot, but she finds ways to make it look elegant, in no way messy, although maybe a bit grunge (she’s a bat, what can I say)

Anyways anyways. She loves the lowerclassmen, it’s actually hilarious

She’s adopted so many freshmen already and it’s still fall Cass what—

Oh my god once some asshole on the football team (not a Super, don’t worry) was being misogynistic and she decked him before he finished his sentence

She broke his nose

Kara made sure he got kicked off the team after that bc he honestly wasn’t even that good and also don’t fuck w her gf

Okay so I mentioned the push-up contest between all the batkids and how Cass won

There was a REMATCH

Sort of

It wasn’t all the batkids this time, just Steph and Cass, and then Kara, Mia, and Jesse

So basically the girls

It was close, between her and Kara, but Cass won AGAIN

What a queen

[vampire-sugar]

THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED (1988)

Finally finished Part I! Here are some of my pretty unorganized thoughts.

(Spoilers ahead) (tw mention of incest)

PART I: THE ROAD TO THE VAMPIRE LESTAT

A lot going on. It was actually hard to keep going at some point, a lot of exposition and it was frankly very boring at times. The entire Baby Jenks chapter could have been skipped. The biggest thing I’ve taken away from Part I is Anne’s obsession with red hair. Anyway, here are some of the things I liked!

Truly unhinged intro from Lestat where he literally says, “hey remember me?? left you on a cliffhanger there!! also let’s switch to third person bc the story just flows better that way.”

Marius trapped under the ice where he belongs.

Pandora chapter was like a fever dream. And also damn you eat like that?? Literally ripping hearts out, but lowkey that’s such a goddess move.

Got to the famous Devil’s Minion chapter!! I was really excited for this one.

It was very sweet actually. Armand is a terror, but his intensity is what I love about him. Loved him since the iwtv book, what a character. Him finally turning Daniel, that whole scene was heartbreaking. Also what does Armand need 8 phones for? Love how they kept his love for tech in the show lol he’s always on that iPad.

Finally introduced to the Talamasca. I assumed from what I occasionally saw online that they were this like all powerful group that had like a one-up on the paranormal creatures that they investigate (or like some sort of council for anything supernatural), but I was kinda let down when finding out they are humans with just a little bit of psychic powers. But I’m pretty sure I don’t know the full story yet.

Also it’s cute that Anne starts every chapter with her husband’s poetry. Though they’re not all my cup of tea, I liked the one at the beginning of the Jesse chapter.

I like Jesse! This chapter reminded me a lot of the Mortal Instruments actually lol, both Clary and Jesse join a supernatural related order and are unknowingly related to supernatural beings (and both have red hair lol). I like that Mael makes a reappearance, he was the only part I liked about Marius’s backstory from TVL. Also, Anne Rice try writing a close familial relationship without making it weirdly incestuous challenge impossible. Maharet’s attitude towards Jesse made me wildly uncomfortable.

The part where Jesse goes to New Orleans was true horror. I was shaking in my bed sheets reading it, seriously. Claudia haunting the New Orleans townhouse, my poor baby. Hope that more of the diary gets revealed in this book.

And that’s about it!

For such a long part that’s honestly all I’ve got to say. I’m glad to finally be done with it tbh and we can finally get to the present day. I learned from Jacob’s podcast appearance that Anne did not have an editor which explains a lot lol. I fear for what is awaiting me.

Predictions: I had thought that Maharet was actually Pandora, but then read back and saw that Pandora has brown hair so I guess not. If a character has red hair Anne will let you know multiple times. Which is why I feel like Armand might be part of the Great Family. Or maybe his red hair is garden variety type, idk.

I will probably post chapter by chapter going forward! Or however I please I guess lol. Excited to start Part II: All Hallow’s Eve!!

Bonus: Lestat calling himself the James Bond of vampires, he’s got jokes.