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Nights of Endless Love Part 26

A fic set in Vegas in 1971 at the start of Elvis' first residency that year, where he meets a Vegas showgirl who isn't interested. Smutty, fluffy, angsty drama.

To catch up with the other parts, go here. As always, thanks go to @vintagepresley for the idea in the first place and continued inspo! And many thanks to @eapep for her editing skills!

18 and over only.

Pairing: Elvis + OC - Mia, a Vegas showgirl

Wordcount: 3.3K ish

TW: Drug abuse, health issues, angry!Elvis, a little bit of violence, crying, oral (f receiving), then much fluff.

A/N: This is the final part! I fully sobbed when I finished writing this. It's been a real labour of love and I will miss Mia and Elvis and their little world. Not to say that we might not go back and see how they're doing from time to time, but for now this is the end of their story.

“I’m so tired. Elvis this schedule is impossible.” Mia collapses down onto the sofa, still in her stage outfit. They’re more than half way through the stint in Tahoe, and she only has a two hour break before she’s due back on stage again. Things have got worse since she started going on with him to do a song or two in the middle of his set. 

“It’s not impossible. You just need one of these shots,” he looks over to Dr Nick. “Nick, give her a shot.”

Dr Nick moves warily over to Mia. She pulls a face and puts her hand out to stop him. “Dr Nick do not give her a shot. She has autonomy over her own body.”

Elvis is standing over the other side of the room, still in his jumpsuit, sodden with sweat. One of his legs is jiggling about and he's fiddling incessantly with one of his big rings. Two of the tell-tale signs that Nick had been in here giving him a shot before the second show. As if she didn’t know already.

“Well don’t blame me if you can’t hack it.”

Mia stands up, annoyed now. “If I can’t hack it? You’re the one taking enough pharmaceuticals to floor an elephant.”

Dr Nick moves from foot to foot awkwardly. Mia wasn’t often in the room when he was treating Elvis, but he’d already got the impression she wasn’t keen on all of the drugs. He isn’t keen on all of the drugs either, but Elvis will only find someone else if he stops prescribing. He’s never seen them fight before, and he would like to get out before it turns nasty. He knows Elvis has a temper.

Elvis starts moving towards her in that ominous way he has, his lip curling, blowing furious air out of his nose. “I need them. This is none of your damn business woman.”

“None of my business! I’m only living with you and engaged to marry you!”

“Well maybe you need to learn to do as you’re told.” He grabs one of her arms and starts trying to manoeuvre her towards Nick, who is looking quite alarmed by this point. Mia wriggles and tries to get him off her. She sees his other hand coming to grab her and aims a kick at one of his shins. “Ow!” He almost shrieks. She uses the opportunity to pull her arm free and then slaps him across the face for good measure.

“You are not the boss of me!” She screams.

“You come back here,” he hisses as she stands, panting in front of him. 

She thinks that she hasn’t actually gone anywhere and he could grab her from here if he really wanted to.

“I’m not having a damn shot, Elvis. I’m sick of seeing you take all this stuff. I’m sick of waking up in the night and checking if you’re still breathing. I’m sick of worrying about you all the time. I want you to rest,” she finds herself faltering, holding back tears. “I love you.”

He closes the gap between them, and for a moment she can’t tell if he’s going to kiss her or hit her. He pushes her the few steps back it takes to hit the wall, and then his mouth is on hers, his tongue pushing insistently into her mouth, his hands grabbing her arms and pressing them against the wall next to her head. Somewhere that sounds like a million miles away she hears the clunk of the door. Nick must’ve finally had enough.

“Baby I love you too,” he says, when he finally comes up for air. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

He starts slowly unzipping her catsuit, kissing her newly exposed skin as he goes. He stops briefly to pay her nipples some attention, but it’s clear where he’s headed, as he presses kisses to her stomach and slides the zipper down all of the way to where it finishes between her legs. She gasps when he first licks her clit, firmly and repeatedly, looking down to see him on his knees in front of her, worshipfully. His tongue dips down lower, tasting her properly, his lips and chin slick with her juices. She whines, desperate for more contact.

“Put your leg on my shoulder baby,” he says, the words buzzing against her.

She does, feeling his fingers spreading her cunt so he can better access it, lapping at her, pushing his tongue inside. His thumb moves to rub her clit as he carries on licking, the fingers of his other hand digging into the skin of her thigh and ass. She moans, grabbing her breasts and rubbing her nipples. She’s so turned on even just at the sight of him kneeling in front of her like this, burying his face in her cunt, licking and sucking like his life depends on it.

He moves to suck on her clit now, looking up at her as he does it, his hair soaked with sweat from the show earlier and her arousal all over his face. He slides a finger inside her and curls it slightly, waiting to hear her reaction. She groans, feeling him hit that spot inside of her and wriggling to try and get more contact from his tongue.

“Hold my head Mimi. Do whatever you want with me.”

She shivers at the words. She loves it when he tells her to use him like this. 

“Another finger…please,” she just about manages.

He nods and slips a second finger inside her.

She reaches down and takes hold of his head, fingers digging into his damp hair. She starts to roll her hips so that her clit rubs against his tongue, holding onto him gently and then as the pleasure starts to build she finds herself gripping him desperately, pushing her cunt into his face, not really caring anymore if he can breathe. She’s so close now, all she can think of is reaching that high. As her orgasm washes over her she grips his head even more tightly, crying out and feeling tears falling down her cheeks. She shakes and cries, finally letting him go and sliding down the wall, somehow getting her leg off his shoulder and ending up sitting in a little pile at the bottom of it.

“Fuck, honey.” Elvis is beet red, and he’s taking great gasping breaths.

She looks over at him, and realises she might’ve actually been suffocating him. “Oh shit. Are you alright?”

“Honey. You’re crying.” 

Mia laughs, even though she’s still crying. “I’m crying, you’re nearly suffocated, this is all going great.”

He moves to try and kiss her and she holds her hands up in front of her face. “Ahh. Wash your face!”

He laughs and grabs her arms, pinning them to her sides. “No,” he replies, kissing her on the mouth. She can feel the slickness of his lips, covered in her juices, and taste herself on his tongue. “If you’re going to smother me the least you can do is kiss me afterwards.”

She laughs, and then he pulls her into his arms, leaning against the wall himself. “Baby why were you crying? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“I just felt overwhelmed. I love you so much and I really want this to work, but it’s just fucking exhausting. I’m sorry I nearly killed you.”

He chuckles into her ear. “It’s okay, I asked for it. In more ways than one. And I love it when you’re so uninhibited like that, especially all over my face.”

She squeals. It smells like sex and sweat all around her. They really need to shower before the next show.

He nuzzles her neck. “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have got mad at you. You’re right, we can’t carry on like this. But I don’t know what else to do.”

***

They somehow finish the Tahoe commitment but tell Jerry and the Colonel that there’s no way they can keep up that level of work. It was what they’d suspected would happen, and although the Colonel has his views on how many shows Elvis and Mia should do, for once he keeps his mouth shut. Jerry has been a good influence on him from that perspective. He’s learning how to diversify, has even thought of taking on one or two more clients. Jerry suggests one show a night is more reasonable, tours could be longer but there would be more gaps between dates and fewer residencies. Mia and Elvis both agree, and leave the meeting somewhat relieved. 

Mia knows the amount of shows isn’t the only problem though, and so she decides to broach something with Elvis as she watches him rubbing his belly and grimacing.

“What do you think about checking yourself into a hospital?”

Elvis almost jumps. “What? There’s nothing wrong with me!”

Mia puts her hand on top of his. “You’re not in any pain just now?”

He sighs. “Okay, but… hospital?”

“Please. For me. I’ll stay in there with you. We can order in whatever food you want. But I think you need to go and get checked out, and… maybe you need to come off some of what you’ve been taking.” 

She’s very nervous about the last part of the sentence. He’s never taken interference in the drugs he takes very well in the past. She had thought she wouldn’t interfere in that part of his life, but the shows at Tahoe showed her that she had to. She watches his face twist into a variety of different expressions, as if he’s having a not-very-internal battle with himself. 

“You’ll stay with me the whole time? Even if they want to do things to me? Look for stuff? You’ll be there? You promise?” He’s starting to sound a little panicked, but it seems like the agreeable Elvis has won this time. 

“Yes. I won’t let them throw me out of the room. I’ll be there with you the whole time I promise.”

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay then.”

***

Mia keeps her word. They check into the hospital together and she’s there holding his hand as they do blood tests, check his blood pressure, put drops in his eyes. When they tell him he needs a colonoscopy he looks at her and she tells him it will be okay and she will hold his hands and talk to him the whole time. He nods like a frightened child but does whatever she says. They slowly take him off the complicated mixture of pharmaceuticals he’s been taking since he was in the army, working out exactly what he needs rather than what he wants. Mia stays up a lot of the nights, lying in the bed with him, stroking his hair and wiping his brow as he sweats and twists and turns uncomfortably in his sleep. With the best will in the world, his withdrawal is still horrible and he begs her to let him take something for it, crying in her arms. 

A week after they first got there, he’s sat up in bed as she lays dozing after another tumultuous night. 

“Hi there.” A voice Mia can’t quite place, deep and sonorous. She tries to ignore it, but Elvis’ response makes that impossible.

“Lawrence! It’s been so long!” 

Elvis is feeling good for the first time since he checked into the hospital, and seeing Larry has made him genuinely excited, dropping the book he was reading and sitting up properly in bed. All of this jostles Mia so much she sits up again with a groan. 

“How’re you doing, man?” Larry asks, sitting down on the armchair in the room. 

“Great. So much better. They’ve taken me off a lot of things and… I do feel good for a change, Larry. They’re bringing me all these fresh fruits and vegetables and Mia is helping me decide which ones I like.”

He looks over at Mia, whose hair is absolutely everywhere, eyes barely open, looking like she needs to sleep for a week. He strokes her face. “Baby, why don’t you go to the room across the hall and get some proper sleep?”

The hospital staff had reserved them another room in case Mia wanted to sleep somewhere separately sometimes, but she hasn’t left his side for the whole week. 

“You sure?” She replies, groggily. 

“Of course, Angel. Larry can keep me company for a while and you look like you need to sleep somewhere comfy.”

She nods and shuffles off across the corridor. 

“I hear you’re getting married?”

Elvis grins. “Yeah. When the divorce is finalised with Cilla, we certainly are.”

“I’m so pleased for you Elvis. Things really seem to be turning out well lately.”

Elvis is beaming. Things were turning out well. He has an idea to make them even better. “Say, you wanna be my best man?”

Larry is taken aback. They hadn’t been in touch much recently, a hair cut here and there and a few chats, but nothing like the intensity of their relationship previously. He’d been wondering if they were just drifting apart. 

“I’d be honoured!”

Elvis reaches across to shake the other man’s hand, firmly. “Wonderful. I’m sure Mia will be pleased too.”

***

Mia had never thought she’d be so nervous on her wedding day. What is there to be nervous about? Fluffing up the words? Tripping over her dress and falling on her face? Actually, both of those seem like pretty bad options. She smooths her dress down and looks at herself in the mirror. Life on the road hasn’t exactly stopped the ageing process. If anything, it’s accelerated it. She had her grey hairs dyed back to brown in readiness for today, there’s a lot of strong elastic holding her not-so-little belly in and a face full of make-up hides her tired eyes and wrinkles. But she finds somehow that she doesn’t mind so much any more. Elvis’ hair is still white and he is completely unapologetic about it. He gets his reading glasses out when he needs to and he ignores the jibes from the guys. They worship one another’s bodies, no matter whether they find wrinkles or extra fat there. Elvis is particularly delighted by the fact that she’s put on a little extra weight on her ass, kissing and kneading it at every opportunity. Every morning he tells her how beautiful she is, or sings Mia In The Morning, no matter how many times she hits him with a pillow and tells him to shut up. The tests at the hospital showed that he has a problem with his intestine that makes his belly swell from time to time, and Mia makes sure to show him how much she loves him whenever it happens. He’s given up trying to push her away when she pushes his shirt up and kisses him all over. In fact, he almost looks forward to it.

Mia smiles at her reflection. It had been one helluva year. When she’d started 1971, performing on that stage in the Tropicana, she had no idea things would turn out like this. That she’d be getting ready to marry one of the most famous men in the world. That she’d be so in love with him.

“You ready?” Amanda asks. Mia had to spend an entire drunken day catching her up on everything that had happened over the past couple of months, but she was the only person she wanted as her maid of honour. 

“As I’ll ever be.”

Her dad walks into the room, blinking back tears at how beautiful she looks in her dress. 

“Time to go, pumpkin?”

Mia nods and takes his arm. Elvis had encouraged her to get back in contact with her parents, so she’d invited them to the show when they visited her hometown. She was surprised when they came, and even more surprised how proud they were of her. She suspects it has something to do with Elvis, who put on the world’s biggest charm-offensive when he met them, and who of course they loved instantly. Her dad was over the moon when she asked him to give her away at the wedding. 

She can feel herself shaking as they walk slowly down the aisle to meet the man standing at the end of it. Elvis is shaking too, he’s asked Larry approximately 15 times already whether he still has the rings, and until he saw her for himself a few moments ago, he had completely convinced himself that Mia wasn’t coming. The walk is interminable for both of them, Elvis sweating and worrying about stuttering his vows and Mia concentrating on not falling over her own dress. When she finally gets there and they turn to face one another, holding each other’s hands tightly, they both let out shaky breaths. And then they realise what they’ve done and both giggle. It’s like the rest of the world completely disappears when they look at one another. Until, that is, the celebrant starts to speak. 

“In the presence of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we have come together to witness the marriage of Elvis and Mia, to pray for God’s blessing on them, to share their joy and to celebrate their love.”

Despite their fears, the ceremony goes smoothly. Larry hands over the rings. No-one declares a reason they can’t get married, and neither of them mess up their vows. Elvis stutters a little but it just makes Mia love him more, if that were possible. They kiss passionately when they’re told they’re now man and wife, and little Lisa-Marie is the first person to start throwing confetti. Mia briefly wonders if it’s odd to have your husband’s ex-wife as one of your bridesmaids, but then decides she doesn’t care. Priscilla is still such a good friend to her, she’d even helped to pick out Mia’s dress. 

The party that follows goes on well into the night. It starts with a first dance to actual Jackie Wilson performing (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher, and sometime around midnight Mia finds herself still in her wedding dress, trying to teach Red West how to rumba. 

“Never thought you’d last, you know.” He says into her ear as she tries in vain to get him to stop standing on her feet. 

“Oh really?” She laughs back, pushing his hip with hers. 

“No. Thought he’d have enough of you being so bossy.”

“You should be concentrating or you won’t get any better.”

Red looks up at her. “I’m not really trying to get better, I’m enjoying you manhandling me if I’m honest.”

Mia bursts out laughing, shoving him back and away from her. “I’ll tell my husband you said that.”

“You’ll tell your husband he said, what?” 

Elvis is suddenly behind her, his arms around her waist. She leans back against him and smirks. “Red West is trying to get close to me, husband.”

“Oh, is that so, wife?”

“Hmm yes. But I wouldn’t worry about him, I’m not interested.” She spins around in his arms and puts hers around his neck. “I just feel sorry for him.”

Elvis looks up at her and chuckles, humming with pleasure as she leans her forehead down against his. “He is pathetic, you’re right.”

Red rolls his eyes and huffs, wandering off to find someone else to annoy. 

“How is my beautiful wife?” Elvis asks her as they sway back and forth to the music. 

“I’ve never been better. How is my handsome husband?”

“I’ve never been happier. Today has been perfect. You’re perfect. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I can’t wait either, lover.”

The band starts playing From A Jack To A King.

From a Jack to a King / From loneliness to a wedding ring / I played an Ace and I won a Queen / And walked away with your heart

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Misunderstandings: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic Rec List

This week, we have Misunderstandings! Check under the cut for nine excellent fics communication may be lacking but the meaningful relationships most definitely are not! And as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Desperate Measures by Asidian (7270, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion/Karlach

Astarion comes up with a sneaky way to get what little blood he can while in the Shadow Cursed lands. Karlach is none too happy about it when she finds out, but only because she doesn't understand the severity of Astarion's hunger

Reccer says: I always adore Asidian's characterization, and they handle the misunderstandings trope so well here

Until you by bloodinwine (103345, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Tav/Astarion

"And they were roommates" the fic. Two people hurt for love and their slow-burn closer to each other.

Reccer says: This fic gently presses its foot down on your heart and gradually puts more and more weight on it. The prose is fantastic. But it's with the characters that this author really shines. Effy, her Tav, is one of the most well-written I've read--she's so godsdamned relatable. She gets wedgies, she pees, she fucks strange men at karaoke bars (and yes, this fic is set after the game) and she aches for Astarion with a conviction that just guts me.

Whither is thy beloved gone? and it's sequels by Brabbles (77903, Explicit) Content Notes: Depictions of violence, verbal abuse, unhealthy relationships. Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Wyll/Karlach

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort? The fics are a softer take on A!A and explores Tav's past and the consequences of the rite.

Reccer says: I love that it is a nuanced take on A!A, and it sticks to canon events as much as possible. It goes from right before the epilogue to a year after.

Strange Highways by NoCryptoGrapher (28939, Mature) Content Notes: None Pairings: Cazador Szarr / Original female characters, Cazador Szarr & Original male characters, Cazador Szarr & Astarion, Cazador Szarr & Petras

After a failing ascension ritual, Cazador gets transported to 1987 New York. To set things right, he reluctantly joins forces with an aspiring heavy metal band.

Reccer says: It's really funny and full of twists.

The Faithwarden and the Archdruid by Lanafofana (3355, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Halsin/Tav

An angsty with a happy ending fic about a Halsin and Tav that aren't communicating their feelings well to each other. They're each trying to keep the other from feeling guilty when their responsibilities get in the way of their relationship and it leads to some misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

Reccer says: This fic is such a perfect blend of angst and fluff. The writing really makes you feel the hurt and sadness that Tav is experiencing. And the way the author rounds it out with a sweet, happy ending? Oh, my heart melts.

Found My Voice by SheDragonOfTheWest (3683, Teen) Content Notes: Modern AU Pairings: Laezel / Shadowheart

Lae'zel has had a crush on Shadowheart for a while, but she's not sure if it's mutual. It will take a gentle nudge from a friend, a few drinks and a shabby karaoke bar for her to finally make a move.

Reccer says: Funny, sweet and rocks!

Ruin You by VakarianSyndrome (3827, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion/Reader

There's an implied break up post confession (WHO DOES THAT?) and now the RI is looking for Astarion and she gets more than she bargained for. I couldn't tell if he wanted to make her pay for leaving or reward her. Am I the one misunderstanding? It's ok. Sooo good.

Reccer says: Takes place in the Underdark, for one. I suspect F*ck or die, even though it's not clear, which I love. Very sensual and indulgent. Also, Astarion is kind of a troll here... Mr. Beg Me.

Reckless Little Love by VakarianSyndrome (12300, Explicit) Content Notes: Some violence, vampire bites (obv) Pairings: Astarion/FemDurge

Astarion fumbles trying to get Durge on his side, but they almost can't figure it out. Misunderstanding is an understatement. The tension between them is killing me, I swear to God.

Reccer says: I love Astarion trying to change tactics because his advances just don't work the way he expects them, too. It's kinda funny. But there's a seriousness to the fic that I really like, too. They're both looking for the same thing, but keep butting heads instead.

And two recs for the fic:

declaw, defang by PurpleCatGhost (7390, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion & Gale & Karlach & Lae'zel & Shadowheart & Wyll

The whole camp gets to contribute during BITE NIGHT and Gale says the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time and Astarion misunderstands in a very understandable way, considering his circumstances

Reccer #1 says: Peak early team dynamics. Everyone's characterizations are on point, and the resolution at the end is perfection! Reccer #2 says: I love this whole fic! Poor paranoid Astarion, not even realizing how much poison Cazador fed him about the world. He goes on a huge mental roller coaster right in this fic and each twist and turn feels so believable because why would anything good every happen to Astarion??? of course they're all waiting to stake him! What else could he really expect?

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with another recurring theme, Rare Pairs!

Rare Pairs are any romantic ships with less than 1000 fics to their name. This recurring theme is to help highlight ships that are often overlooked or buried beneath more popular ships.

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so i'm imagining that tim gets free

(maybe it's steph who's on the outs with tim and doesn't believe him about bruce but sure as fuck doesn't approve of whatever the hell this is or maybe it's damian who's jealous that tim is getting any so much of dick's attention despite the fact that he's the heir and robin)

regardless tim gets the fuck out of gotham and goes on his international art theft adventure to find bruce

unfortunately for everyone dick processes to lose his shit and now damian (and steph to a lesser extent) is doing for dick what tim did for bruce

also a lot of heroes are drawing parallels between this and b reaction after jason died

anyway tim gets his proof (and get saved by jason bc jason's looking at dick all "this is really creepy actually and i don't want you anywhere near tim despite how bad our relationship is")

tim then goes to green arrow with his proof because he knows that man would call dick out no matter what costume he's wearing and he actually does an ok job with all the kids he picks up

there's a jla meeting and dick sees tim and is just as unstable as tim guessed he would be and it's pinging everyone's radar as A Problem now

but obviously they get bruce back and no this is his problem bc literally everyone in the league is like "pls keep dick away from tim, his behavior has passed weird and gone into extremely unsettling"

i can't see what happens next bc i can't imagine bruce actually being help but i can see him being a disaster when he tries and that would be funny

this is SO good anon i love all of these things based on that fic so much aaaa

personally when i was writing it, i imagined Jason being the one to break Tim free. not out of wanting to save Tim or anything, but more so seeing it as a chance to make Tim owe him, and just to fuck with Dick. Jason will cause problems because He Can, and while i don't think he would particularly care for the moral implications of Dick holding Tim hostage (Jason was morally all over the place during Dick's Batman era i fear) he's just morbidly curious. that said the idea of Steph being the one to do so is also fun, because for her it *would* be the moral issue as well as caring about Tim. i think the most fun option is somewhere in the middle, where Jason and Steph are forced to team up, each with different end goals and not trusting each other whatsoever. so when they succeed and get Tim safely out of Dick's hold, there's a deep disagreement and slight scuffle over what to do now, Jason trying to manipulate Tim further against Dick and onto his side, whereas Steph is just prioritizing Tim's safety. i think it's fun if Tim is slightly mentally broken, just from how long he was held captive and the realization of Dick's feelings at the end fo the fic. so he's distrusting of anyone he's once trusted, even Steph, that he just slips away to focus on getting Bruce back, leaving both Jason and Steph trying to chase Tim. and course, Dick.

because Dick would of course try to get Tim back, again and again. Damian is trying to reel Dick back, just because he wants Dick's attention and he does sort of believe they should focus on Gotham. and then Steph is also trying to distract Dick to protect Tim. so everyone's tail spinning in the most complicated game of cat and mouse. Steph and Damian are forced on the same side, trying to get Dick to focus on Gotham instead of Tim, just for now. Steph is promising to keep an eye on Tim, Damian is insisting Gotham needs Dick's attention and combined, they're able to at least keep his immediate focus away from Tim, giving Tim time to find his proof. Jason having to save him is just *fun*, because it reinforces how sort of helpless Tim is. he's not up on his training and his become soft and with Dick's need to catch up to him eventually, it puts him in a vulnerable spot he would *hate.* he'd despise needing to be saved by Jason of all people. it'd fuck him up so bad, because all the bad things Jason is saying about Dick are technically true and somehow, the world is so flipped upside down that Jason is the reasonable one. i think it'd make Tim isolate more and more, distancing himself from the Batfamily, even the ones he should trust like Steph. sure, he's on the outs with her (likely still upset from the Search For A Hero arc) but she's looking out for him. and maybe he knows it, deep down, but Tim is just terrified of trusting anyone associated with the Bat name.

and since he can't go to the Batfam with his proof, him going to Oliver is *so* fun. i adore any concept where Oliver is the one to notice something is very wrong in the Batfam i swear anon it's like you're connected to my BRAIN. because sure Oliver doesn't *like* Bruce, but even Oliver knows this is fucked up. the story Tim tells him is a horrifying one. Oliver has always done right by his kids, or at least tried his best to. so to know what Dick pulled is horrifying. there's this implicit trust the entire hero community has in Nightwing that would get badly shaken up and i think that's fun. the Justice League meetings about it would be a shitshow. someone like Clark who's as close to Dick as he is would want to at least hear Dick out, try to understand his point of view. maybe Dick was in the wrong, but he had to have been doing this out of a place of concern and Tim's just twisted up about Dick's intentions. at the very least, trust in Dick is shattered but no one can agree on what to do, if they can do anything at all. it's agreed to keep TIm safe and away from Dick and long talks are had with Dick, but Dick is disturbingly good at being charming and manipulative, convincing them all he's sorry and he knows he took it too far, it's just the stress of the mantle that got to him.

and Bruce coming back would further complicate things in such fun ways. because Bruce will *always* protect and side with Dick. yes, he's worried about Tim, but he refuses to let any negative blowback hit Dick for this. because sure, Bruce would've never done that, but also, Bruce has done equally shitty things so, he's also not going to fully question it. Dick made a judgment call in the heat of the moment, and now, Bruce is going to defend his right to do so. it sends the League even more out of control, because they didn't expect Bruce to be so deeply on Dick's side. the phase "what would Bruce think?" got thrown at Dick a lot by all of them and now, well. they look a bit like fools for it because Bruce has made it clear what he thinks is that Dick had the right to make the call he thought was best as Batman. so while Dick is socially exiled, he doesn't face any *real* consequences. he's still in hero society and is respected as Nightwing and allowed to exist on the League. Dick just patiently waits for it all to blow over because eventually, there's always something more important to focus on that will make people forget about this outside of just a weird bad mistake Dick made.

and the longterm for TIm is fun. because I think he'd keep his distance from Gotham and Bludhaven, mostly keeping around Oliver, given Oliver is one of the few League members still refusing to let it all go, and it gives Tim some kind of safety net. but i think Dick would still try to pursue Tim. Dick would convince himself he just went about it the wrong way, he came on a little too strongly and he can still fix it. he keeps harassing Tim and trying to get Tim to like him back, making it clear he has no real regret for his actions. i think it's fun if Tim is forced to fake a relationship with someone else to get Dick to leave him alone. maybe Jason, maybe Steph. (honestly, this being JayTimSteph could be fun) and that fake relationship ends up developing into something more real, which would make Dick *insanely* jealous. i'm torn between Dick actually taking it too far (possibly forcing himself on Tim) or keeping his distance because both are fun. i'm partial to him forcing himself on Tim, just for the fucked up non-con that Tim has to cope with, knowing nothing he does will get Dick to leave him alone. he learns the best ways to stay safe, but it essentially kills his ability to have a vigilante career bc it puts him too out in the open. he takes a more Oracle-esque role (Tim working with the Birds of Prey could be a lot of fun) and always lives in some kind of fear of Dick catching up to him. it's so fun and fucked up that even when Tim escapes, he doesn't really and he knows it.

[ladyreadalot]

hey guys! I'm kind of vague-posting here, but I'm getting really frustrated with a particular side of fandom right now. And by "really frustrated", I mean actually wanting to ban them from AO3 and every other fandom-related website (which is literally impossible but MAN do i want to try).

A fanfic author I greatly respect has recently decided to remove all of their fics from AO3, due to what seems like fan harassment. I won't share their name out of respect for their privacy, but if you're in the PJO or Merlin fandoms, it's highly likely you know who I'm talking about.

They haven't been very clear about the exact reasoning behind their sudden departure, but from what I can piece together from what they have said, a fan recently tracked them down/found them irl and harassed them. Apparently it's not just one person either, since apparently multiple people got a hold of their personal email and began sending them mail.

This side of fandom is not okay. Harassing creators-- even out of love!! even kindly!! even if it's just you wanting to let them know how much you appreciate their work!!-- is never okay. Comments and kudos on AO3 are VERY different than finding someone's email or finding them irl to tell them that. Many creators want to keep their fanfic-writing-lives and their irl-lives totally separate, and that's their call!

I know that you love their writing, because we all did. But invading the privacy of creators to the point where they no longer feel safe inhabiting a space designed to allow users to anonymously share stories without irl repercussions??? That's crossing a line. And I feel like this sort of harassment is becoming more and more common in fandom.

It's frustrating and annoying and it's leading creators to find fandom less and less of a safe place. Stop it. Seriously. I know that you've read and kudos-ed and commented on their every fic, but that doesn't make you the author's friend, and while I'm sure they still appreciate you, there is a boundary in place. Respect it!!

[leupagus]

Tentatively calling this "Letter of Marque"

Gus: ...you know what AU I want, is the one where Chauncy finds Ed, not Stede

Etben: …tell me more

Gus: and Chauncy gives a version of that speech to Ed, who obviously shoots his head off in response, but the speech still gets to him

Etben: Oh deffo

Gus: because Chancy (Chauncy? Chaucey? whatever, the twin) tells him it's obvious Ed wants Stede, but he's not worthy

Etben: Well and also that Ed is a shadow of his former self and who would even want THIS Ed anyway? At least Blackbeard had SOMETHING going for him

Gus: Yes exactly

Gus: So ED leaves and goes back to like - his mom or something

Gus: like can't go back to the boat, can't go back to Stede

Gus: sadly does not have a Mary, unless you count Izzy which I don't

Gus: but he sails back to England or wherever

Etben: Oh noooooo buddy

Gus: (I'm curious about that actually because his mom worked for an estate, presumably in England, but she and their family lived close enough to a port and in their own shitty house)

Gus: (unless maybe the fabric scene is after Ed killed his dad and his mom had to go into service?)

Gus: (anyway DETAILS)

Gus: I don't think I'd want his mom to be like, dead or anything

Etben: Nah

Etben: She remarried, maybe? She’s doing fine

Gus: like maybe she's even happy

Gus: omg what if Ed has little brothers and sisters

Gus: and is like WHAT ARE THESE

Etben: Omg I would SCREAM

*

"There's a man asking after you at the market, mum," Tommy reported from somewhere behind the large bag of flour he was holding as. "Help?" he added as he banged into the table for the third time.

Rachel guided him to the slightly lower bench to the side, and he put it down with a thump. "Good Lord, Tommy, I'm not baking for the whole town."

"You're baking for your first grandchild, and Henrie will throw an absolute strop if you don't make the thing with the—" Tommy made the criss-cross shape of the fairy buns that her three youngest had loved when they were children. "Besides, the midwife says it's to be sometime in the next week, so we'd best get to it," added Tommy, clapping his lightly-floured hands together. "Come along, you layabouts!"

"Enough of your sass," said Caleb from the other table, where he'd been working out the evening's loaves for the past hour. "What's this man who's asking for your mother?"

"No need to be jealous, my love," Rachel said, enjoying the huff of her husband's shoulders as he kept his grin facing the sourdough.

"I assumed it was one of the ribbon-sellers pressing for settlment of a bill, Missus Smythe," Caleb shot back, but when she leaned over to swat him, he gathered her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Ugh, get a room," Tommy moaned just as the bell above the shop door jangled.

"We have one," Caleb reminded him, and Rachel kept herself from giggling like a lass fifty years younger as Tommy stomped out into the front of the shop, his voice muffled by the curtain at the door as he spoke to whoever had come in.

"Hold on, I want to know what handsome man is asking about me at the market," Rachel protested, making a show of struggling against Caleb's hold. "Perhaps it's my Prince Charming."

"He's a bit late for his rendez-vous, you'll have to admit," Caleb said, giving her another kiss.

Rachel was about to murmur about how Caleb was as charming as any man she'd ever wanted — ever dreamed of, even though he'd been late too — and had rescued her better than any prince to boot. But she was thwarted by her youngest son, this time, making an unexpected appearance from the front of the shop and looking quite smart in his new frock coat.

"Tommy said you two were canoodling back here," Rich said accusingly, his hand darting out to grab a muffin before his mother could stop him. "Awful. Mr. Rhodes says one should always maintain a professional atmosphere at one's place of business."

"Mr. Rhodes is your master, Apprentice Smythe, not ours," Rachel reminded him as she broke free of Caleb's hold to snatch the half-muffin Rich hadn't already eaten out of his hand. "Speaking of which, what might you be doing here and not—"

"He sent me on an errand to get more ink at the market," Rich protested, holding up a bottle as evidence. "And while I was there, I overheard a man asking for a Mrs. Smythe, so I thought I'd tell you."

"This fellow is going to find Henrie next, bed-bound though she is, before he finds you," Caleb muttered; she didn't have to look back to hear the smile in his face.

"Hush," Rachel scolded, and held the muffin out of reach when her son made a grab for it. "And what else did this man say?"

Rich harumphed. "He said he knew you from a long time ago, back when you were Mrs. Teach—"

"Mrs. Teach?" Rachel said, her blood going hot and cold all at once. She reached out blindly behind her; Caleb caught her hand and let her squeeze. It probably hurt, but he said nothing as he held on. 

Rich, with all the tact he'd ever had, seized his opportunity and the muffin. "Yeah," he said, a bit muffled as he stuffed it into his face. "Wanted to know if you were still alive, where you were, if you were well, that sort of thing."

"What — what did he look like?" Rachel could scarcely breathe for fear, or hope. Or both.

"See for yourself," Rich shrugged, turning to call behind him. "Sir? Mister — I'm sorry, I never did catch your name—"

"Edward," said Rachel's eldest son, stepping through the curtain as Rachel felt her knees turn to water. "My name's Edward."

[kuiinncedes]

head back laughing like a little kid

idk why i’m formatting this like my other longer fic but . i thought of the lyric as a title and i really liked it lol (from taylor swift’s “begin again”)

here is some sleep-deprived shadowhunter!quinntina from the brain of a sleep-deprived jeanne :) 

it’s not really that relevant but this is kind of in the same verse as my other shadowhunter fics and lmk if anyone wants/needs explanation of shadowhunty stuff :P none of it is very relevant to the plot or anything in this one tho

and pls i wrote this in like an hour and barely proofread it but i’m just tired and have been wanting to write some quinntina again for so longgggggg so i finally did and i’m just gonna post it lol

fully under the cut because idk where to put the cut but yeah here’s an attempt at some fluff my dudes <3

***

Tina falls asleep on Quinn halfway through Monthly Columbus Institute Movie Night… or whatever they’re calling it. Her head lands softly on Quinn’s shoulder and Quinn shifts slightly to a more comfortable position, wrapping her arm around Tina’s shoulders. She ignores the glances of her friends, who are looking at her as if they aren’t the same brand of sappy and adorable with their significant others, and instead leans her cheek on the top of Tina’s head.

She guesses she falls asleep too. The next thing she knows, she wakes up to Kurt poking her like he’s five years old again. 

“Stop,” she grumbles, pushing his hand away but trying not to jostle Tina too much.

“Movie’s done. Go to bed.”

“You’re my parabatai, not my mom.” She makes another annoyed noise under her breath and Kurt chuckles, getting the point and making his way to the doorway where Blaine waits for him, and they leave the library together. 

Quinn starts to wake up a little more, but Tina’s still fast asleep, mouth slightly open and body completely relaxed but curled into Quinn’s. She smiles, brushing some strands of Tina’s black hair away from her face and pressing her lips to her forehead. 

“Hey,” she whispers, shrugging her shoulder a little but not wanting to jostle Tina too much. It does the trick - Tina’s always been a light sleeper - and Tina stirs, blinking her eyes open slowly. “Hey sleepyhead,” Quinn says, grinning, and kisses the tip of Tina’s nose.

Tina scrunches her nose and snuggles further into Quinn’s side. “Hey,” she answers, voice low. Her eyes slide shut again and her lips curl upward, a little playfully.

Quinn’s smile grows. “Planning to go to bed tonight? Why are you so wiped out?”

Tina hums. “Stayed up last night, used some Energy runes, had patrol, whatever.” She buries her face in Quinn’s neck. “I’m tired.”

“I can see that.”

Tina sticks out her tongue. Against Quinn’s neck. Who jumps slightly and squeaks in surprise. “You are two years old!” she laughs. “Tina!” 

Tina giggles and Quinn can feel it against the skin between her neck and shoulder. 

“Come on,” Quinn groans with a laugh, trying to stand up but there’s a whole Shadowhunter sprawled across her. “By the Angel, T, don’t you want to sleep in your bed?” 

“No, this is good.” Her voice is muffled against Quinn’s stomach now, somehow having gotten her to lie down across the couch and piled herself on top of her.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Only for you, baby.”

Quinn smiles so wide at the ceiling, because Raziel, she loves this idiot on her lap.

And if she has to spend the night on the cramped library couches for aforementioned idiot, she will.

(Not tonight, though.)

Quinn pulls Tina towards her, a random leftover Strength rune burning on her arm, and maneuvers her so that she’s carrying her with one arm under Tina’s knees and the other under her arms. 

“This isn’t easy, you know,” Quinn huffs as she stands, and Tina’s body is shaking with laughter as she walks out of the library. Quinn looks down at her and grins again, laughing and saying, “You are such a child when you’re tired.”

“Blame the Energy runes. They leave you burned out.”

“Oh, I’ll blame someone.”

“Yeah, you know what? Blame your fucking parabatai, he’s the one who kept me up last night with his new sketches even though he knew I had a day of patrols scheduled -- ” Tina cuts off with a short squeal as Quinn all but tosses her onto the bed, throwing herself on after, and they collapse into a fit of giggling.

Maybe tomorrow will also be an Energy-rune-and-crash kind of day.

[laurelnose]

[lays on floor] all i want is one fic. one fic!! that treats the library at kaer morhen with the respect it deserves. is that too much to ask for? is it?? god.

[shslargue]

damn I love my friends...,

[savingfrost]

It's not lost on me that not only am I joining a dead fandom years and years late, somehow I managed to ship the most dubious option available. I'm a disaster but I love them

[touchstarvedsam]

Oh no! I wasn’t suggesting you shouldn’t write it! There can be multiple fics about the same thing and they’ll all be different because each writer is unique! Plus anyone looking for a mummy fic will only get more excited to have more to read!

I'm more or less worried that whoever submitted the prompt will think I took their idea 😭 I think I reblogged the J2 at the movies post like maybe 2 weeks ago because one of the mods asked if I could but I never really got a chance to look into it because I've never considered joining a fest lol

[justadapperbowtie]

Hmmmm

[sign-from-god-complex]

tbh ok so im an Upset and was wondering if u had any fluffy/otherwise positive and feel good fic recs? idc about ship or anything, i just like what u write and so u probably have tastes similar to mine. no pressure if u get to this late or dont have any recs tho!!! - 🎭

oh!!!! I can absolutely do that.

I’m gonna assume you’ve read all my stuff, but jic you haven’t... my fluffiest fics:

The Purpose of Marriage, To Know That You Are Loved (LAMP)

“You never told me you had a fucking twin!” (platonic LAMP)

running out of luck // on his knees (prinxiety)

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” (logince)

Awe (logince)

Love You (queerplatonic logince)

Take Care (logince)

and my other recommendations:

Classical Conditioning by @impatentpending (logicality)

Mind if I Slytherin? by @impatentpending (DLAMP)

With This Dream, I Inflate (Painted Skies In My Brain) by @max-is-tired ​ (logince)

Now My Life Gets Better (Every Letter That You Write Me) by @max-is-tired (logince)

“Secret” Santa by @rose-gold-roman ​ (familial/platonic LAMP)

how confused am i (by our happiness) by @unring-this-bell ​ (logince)

with a comma after dearest by @spectralheartt ​ (logince)

Ghosts of Christmas Present by @patchworkofstars (platonic LAMP)

The Glory of a Day by @coconut-cluster ​ (logince)

Nerd-Themed by insertfandomjoke (sleeplogical)

and while it’s not particularly fluffy or anything, I would also recommend “heavy crown, heavy heart” by @ethospathoslogan cause it’s legitimately one of my top 3 favourite fanfics and I want an excuse to recommend it.

[mrnnki]

I wanna write an AU of MHA in the catcross universe so badly

[luveline]

Hiiii I’m the one who requested the Steve hickey fic, and I LOVED it!! You’re soooo incredible I’m obsessed <3 would you ever do a part 2? Maybe reader learning how to give Stevie a hickey back??? Love u xx

okay this is all your fault then love u to pieces ! best friend steve gets his hickey part one here but u don't have to read it

You can feel the heat from Steve's leg sinking into yours. Such a visceral sensation, it has to be real. You're not creative enough to imagine it. 

Tucked up at his side watching a movie on his big TV, you feel what's likely a one sided tension that won't fade. Present – almost burning – since he'd given you a neck full of hickies last week. 

They're all faded now but one, and thank god. Your friends had demanded to know where they'd come from and you hadn't been able to give them an answer, embarrassed. But Steve. 

"I gave 'em to her." 

He'd said it so casually. It had felt good at first that he wasn't ashamed for people to know what had happened, but then awful because the lunch club never shut up about anything. 

You laugh to yourself, remembering the looks of disgust, betrayal, and smugness, for some a mixture of the three. For Max, only betrayal. 

"What's funny, sleepyhead?" Steve asks, head held up by his hand, arms crossed over his chest. 

You pull your shoulder away from his. "Just…" He raises his eyebrows as if to say, go on. "Remembering Max's face. When you told them about the-" You gesture to your neck.

He grins but there's something strange about it. His fingers part, his pinky at one corner of his mouth, his marriage the other. 

"What reminded you?" he asks.

"Uh…" You smile and force yourself to laugh. "Nothing, really." 

You could swear he smirks.

It's gone as quick as it comes, and instead he nods and slouches down further into the couch. You worry for a second that he's upset but Steve looks as carefree as he usually does. His expression scrunches up at a bad action scene on screen and his hands search for the bowl of popcorn in your lap, his fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh. 

He mimes throwing popcorn at the screen. 

"Get out of here. Did you see that? Boom mic. Right there," he says. "Amateur hour." 

He tilts his head to the side as he talks, stretching. His neck clicks and he groans, loud. Loud loud. 

You bring your hand to your throat, poking at the last hints of your hickies, wondering if you can ask for more. If you should, if you could. If he would say yes.

"They're fading," Steve says. 

You wince, caught. 

"Dustin can finally stop looking at me like I've corrupted you," he says, grinning. 

"You did corrupt me." 

"That's not what you were saying when it happened." 

Like that, the teasing goes awry. You both quieten. 

"Sorry," Steve says awkwardly. "Sounded different in my head." 

"Not fully corrupted," you say. You're stitled, trying to be brave and not sounding anywhere near it. 

"No?" he asks.

"No, I- I still don't know how to. You know, how to give one." 

You realise you sound as hopeful as you feel; your words have a weight to them. An implication. You're basically begging him to let you kiss him. Or, to want you to kiss him. 

You don't want pity and you doubt Steve would give it to you. He doesn't look very pitying. Cheshire smile playing on his pretty mouth, a glint in his baby brown eyes. 

"You want to give me a hickey?" he asks. 

"If that's okay. I mean, you'll have to teach me how, 'cos I'm not kidding, Steve, I really don't know how to do it." 

"You want another demonstration, is that it? Babe, if you want me to bruise you up, you gotta tell me," he teases, voice sticky, saccharine sweet as he shuffles closer towards you. 

"That's not it," you say defensively, though it kind of is. His ability to read you for filth isn't new in your friendship, and like always you dig yourself a hole trying to prove him wrong. "I just don't wanna embarrass myself when I have to give one." 

"Who are you giving one to?" he asks. 

"You know. A guy." 

"A guy," he repeats dryly. He doesn't believe you and he shouldn't, but Steve's got a soft spot for you. He sighs, his skepticism melting away. "Okay. Sounds fun, babe. You can gimme a hickey." 

Steve doesn't mess around, taking the bowl from your lap and then leaning back. 

"Same as last time," he says. 

"You're not gonna sit in my lap?" you ask as you climb up on your knees. 

Steve takes your thigh into his hand. It feels foreign and not, his hand familiar, its position less so as he pulls your leg over his lap. You settle down, hands held to your navel. 

"Relax," he murmurs. Then, louder, "I can sit in your lap, if you want." 

Your laugh is a short fall from breathless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close, pushing your lips into the soft hair at the top of his head. 

It's impossible to ignore the breadth and muscle of Steve's arms as they cross over your back. 

Your hands drift to the slip of skin at the back of his head, the top of his back. You push your fingertips under the neckline of his shirt and feel the bump of his spine. 

"C'mon," he says. You can hear his smile. 

You abandon his back and drop your weight back into his lap, stroking the hair away from his throat in a rush. His eyes are dark. Pretty, patient, and dark. 

He pulls your head to his neck. You brace yourself with a hand on his shoulder and hesitate, breath fanning over his skin in a hot wave. 

"Stevie, what do I-?" 

"Kiss me." 

Fingertips at your ear. A thumb brushing over your jaw.

"Kiss me," he says again. "It's easier than you think it is." 

You kiss his neck. Hesitant, you press your lips to him, part them a hair's width. You recall everything Steve had done, his teeth and how they dragged, the dampness to his mouthing, the half crescents he'd left behind. 

"Now just-" Steve's cut off by his breath hiking. Honest to god hiking as you start to suck. "Oh. You're…" 

His arms tighten around you. 

You finish up your hickey with a bite that's too hard. Steve hiccups – or something that sounds like it – and tugs you away. 

"Shit, Dracula," he hisses. 

You giggle nervously and take in what you've done, a red mark over his pale skin, the edges flowered in purple. "Sorry, Stevie. Really." 

"I kinda liked it. And uh, what's that saying? Practice makes perfect."

"You want another one?" you ask, surprised and excited. 

"Or let you go around maiming people?"

 Steve pulls a hand through his hair, lets it drop heavy on your shoulder. The look on his face melts you down, putty in his hands, his lap. 

"I'm sorry," you apologise again, looking at the tiny embeddings in his skin in mild horror.

Steve holds you by the neck, thumbs digging lightly into the column of your throat. He meets your gaze, his eyes skipping between one eye and then the other. You watch his pupils wobble. 

"How sorry?" 

"Really really sorry," you say, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.

"Kiss it better," he murmurs encouragingly. 

You try your best.

[make-me-imagine]

Home To Me

Prompts: 'People keep assuming you are a couple, this causes one of you to finally confess their feelings.' + "All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home." Requested By: @blondehaze22

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x GN!Reader *reader's call sign is Mirage

Warnings: A kiss, but that's all

Words: 2k

A/n: This fic was stolen and reposted as 'His Home' by the user @/Alana-haigh - so please do not like or reblog their stolen fic, this is the original <3

Jake smirked as you laughed beside him, teasing Coyote for missing his pool trick shot once again.

"That's two." Jake reminded Coyote. Each trick shot missed, is a drink paid for by Coyote.

"Shhh let me focus." Coyote hissed

You lightly smacked Jake's chest "Yeah, shhh. He needs all the help he can get."

Jake grinned down at you, as his arm draped across your shoulder. As Coyote missed yet again, you groaned and Jake lifted his hand "Three!"

Coyote let out a groan as he set down his pool cue "I give up."

Jake laughed as he squeezed your shoulder before turning away and calling out "Penny, three drinks on Coyote!"

As he got to the bar, he was met by a obviously drunk older navy officer, who gently punched Jake's arm. "That's a sweet one you got over there!" He slurred, pointed back over to you.

Jake followed his line of sight and smirked, knowing where this was going. "Thanks." He said softly as he and Penny met eyes and smiled knowingly.

"I had me a partner just like them when I was your age, damned if I hadn't screwed that up." He grumbled as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jake said as he took the drinks from Penny before turning away, wanting to avoid more of that conversation.

His eyes landed on you as he watched you tease and laugh with Coyote. He smiled, as he thought back to about a year ago, the first time you came into the Hard Deck.

"Penny, this is Y/n! A.k.a Mirage! Newest member of the Top Gun program." His tone held a hint of pride as he introduced you.

Shaking your hand Penny leaned on the bar, "That's a good call sign, how'd you get it?"

Before you could speak, Jake broke in "Because by the time you see them, they're already gone, like they weren't even there to begin with."

You rolled your eyes lightly "He's proud of that, because he came up with it."

"Yeah, and you love it!" He defended as he leaned against you, arms pressed together.

Penny smiled as she watched the two of you. It was rare Jake so easily boasted about another pilot. Let alone seemed to close to one.

"I didn't know you were dating anyone Seresin, it's good to see."

You and Jake shared a look before you chuckled under your breath. Jake shook his head "Common mistake. Actually we're not dating, we've just known each other for a long time."

"Too long really." You commented playfully.

He rolled his eyes as Penny chuckled "Best friends then, got it. How does Coyote feel about that?"

"He's coming to terms with it." You commented jokingly.

As he set the drinks down beside Coyote, he watched the two of you argue about the next game to play. He smiled to himself as he watched.

You were his best friend, and so was Coyote. But, there was more to his relationship with you. Or at least, he wanted there to be. Something he had only recently started to realize.

--- --- ---

As you walked briskly across the compound, you were startled as one of the pilots came jogging past, slowing down as he got in front of you.

Spinning towards you he grinned as he jogged in place "Hey Mirage, did you hear your boyfriend just broke a course record!"

You smiled, not surprised by the fact. You called out casually as you continued to walk away. "He's not my boyfriend, but I'll make sure to kiss his ass for you T-Bone!"

As you walked away, you took in a breath. Sometimes when people assumed you and Jake were dating, it made you laugh, or even feel a bit giddy. But sometimes, like now, it just made your chest ache a little. Sometimes the thought was too good to be true.

Behind you, you were unaware that T-Bone was now jogging up to Jake, as he made his way from the hangars.

"Hey Hangman, congratulations on your new record."

"Thanks." Jake said casually, his eyes locked on you in the distance, disappointed he missed you.

"So," T-Bone began, "Is it true that you and Mirage aren't dating? 'Cause I seriously thought you were a thing."

Jake looked over at him, he didn't like the look on his face. "No, we're not dating. Why does it matter." He felt odd saying you weren't dating. It was the truth, but for some reason, it felt like a lie when he said it out loud.

T-Bone shrugged while trying to hold back a grin "Well, I just wanted to make sure man, before I make my move."

Jake stopped and turned to him "Make your move?"

"Yeah, I been wanting to for a while, but I didn't obviously, 'cause I thought you and them were a thing ya' know? But since you're not, what's stopping me?"

"Yeah...what's stopping you." Jake said softly, trying to push down the clear jealousy and anger that was rising in his chest.

T-Bone gently punched Jake in the shoulder with a smirk before jogging off, leaving Jake watching him with an uneasy glare.

Surely you wouldn't say yes to a date with T-Bone. Jake shook his head, but couldn't get rid of the anxious weight that sat in his chest at the thought.

That anxiety only built throughout the day as Jake kept thinking of you and T-Bone going out. It seemed like such a ridiculous thought, but it still bothered him.

What really hit him though, was when he spotted you and T-Bone across the base, later that day. You were walking and talking, and what looked like, smiling. He felt his chest tighten as jealousy took over.

Finally fed up with his own inner turmoil, he decided to find out for sure what was going on. Not just between you and T-bone, but between you and Jake. Was there a chance that you felt the same as he did? If there was a chance for the two of you, he would need to take it.

So, when the sun began to set, Jake walked out to the beach, waiting for you. You almost always went on a walk in the evening, so he knew this would be his chance to get you alone.

Spotting you in the distance, as you walked back towards the base, towards him, he felt his heart start hammering in his chest. But as you spotted him, and a smile spread across your face, he felt a fond familiar warmth wash over him.

"What's up Jake?" You asked as you reached him.

"Just wanted to see you, haven't been able to since this morning."

You smiled "Are you saying you missed me?" You half-joked.

He smirked at you as he motioned his head towards a nearby bench "You could say that. But, I also wanted to ask you about something."

You sat on the bench beside him and rose your brow "What's that?"

Jake laid his arm across the back of the bench as he faced you "T-Bone."

He saw a small hint of a smile cross your face "What about him?"

Jake closed his eyes briefly "He told me he was going to ask you out, since he found out we weren't actually a thing."

You nodded your head "Yeah, he did ask me out."

Jake watched you for a moment "And?"

"And I said no." You chuckled "He's a good guy, for the most part, but I'm definitely not interested."

Jake nodded, repressing a smile. The anxiety and jealousy seemed to fade almost instantly. "How'd he find out we weren't a couple?" He asked casually.

You sighed a little "It was a passing comment after he called you my boyfriend." Jake nodded his head, but stayed quiet as he stared out at the beach. "Why?" You added on, noticing he seemed to be distant.

Jake looked back at you, his eyes were darting around your face, as he seemed to be thinking of what to say, before a soft, barely noticeable smile crossed his face.

"It's odd to admit, but, I'm so used to everyone assuming that we are dating, that sometimes I forget we actually aren't."

You smiled softly as you looked down at you hands. Your ears and neck were burning, and your heart was racing.

You nodded your head "Yeah, yeah I've done the same thing." Looking back up at him, his smile was a bit bigger.

He tilted his head a bit as you felt his hand gently touch your shoulder. His voice was soft, not teasing, or serious, just genuine "So why aren't we?"

You felt our breath catch for a moment as your heart palpitated. "Why aren't we....dating?" You asked softly, clearly caught off guard. Jake just nodded softly. "Oh, well, I, you-" you let out a soft breath, obviously bewildered "You don't like me like that, do you? I mean, you can't just date someone because you are close."

Jake could tell as you spoke that what he said effected you, more than he was expecting. For the first time, he felt hopeful.

"But we aren't just close, are we? Ever since we met, we got along like we were two sides to the same coin. And no matter what paths we took, we always ended up together again. My choices were all made because all I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere to call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home. Whenever or wherever we are, as long as you are there with me, I'm home. Because you, Y/n, are home to me."

You had never heard Jake talk like this. You had seem every side to him, but he only opened himself up a certain amount, never all the way, unless you dragged it out of him. So him opening up this way because he wanted too, felt almost overwhelming. So much so, you didn't realize you had stopped breathing until you took in a sharp breath.

"Jake." His name came out a whisper, one you barely even heard.

"I love you Y/n, hell, I know you know that. But I think, a while ago, something changed. I don't just love you Y/n, I'm in love with you."

Jake could see you were clearly surprised, in awe, or shock. Your eyes were misty as your mouth sat agape. He watched as you finally took a breath and swallowed before shaking your head a bit.

"I honestly thought you would never see me like that Jake." You almost laughed "All this time, after the same thing happened to me, I just...dealt with it, because I was afraid I'd ruin our friendship."

Jake let out a soft breath "So you feel it too?"

You nodded and smiled "Of course, how could I not?"

Jake grinned as he lifted his hand, gently touching the side of your face, almost timidly. "It just makes sense doesn't it. Us?"

You nodded your head softly "Like it was supposed to happen."

He nodded as well "I thought I'd have such a hard time telling you, but the second I started to talk, it was easy. I think, part of me knew you felt the same, I was just afraid, like you said, of ruining our friendship."

"Too bad we didn't figure it out a bit earlier though huh?" You said softly with a laugh.

Jake chuckled "Yeah. But we know now, that's what matters." Caressing your face again, he gently brought his thumb to your lips, gently brushing over them. His eyes grazed over your lips as he did so, his heart beginning to pound.

You watched with baited breath and pounding heart, as Jake slowly leaned towards you, hooking his fingers under your chin as he tilted you face to meet his.

As your lips met, you expected fireworks, or electricity coursing through you. But what you felt was warmth, gentle familiarity, like finally coming home.

xx End xx

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PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE (PART 2)[ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLING! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! USUALLY, I WOULD KEEP THE CHARACTERS REQUESTED MAXIMUM AT A TWO BUT THE SINCE IT'S THE NRC FRESHMEN, THEY'RE THE ONLY BUNCH THAT'S ALLOWED TO BE DONE IN A WHOLE! (I'M VERY SOFT FOR THEM YOU SEE-)

YOU DIDN'T SPECIFIED WHETHER YOU WANTED HEADCANONS OR A FIC SO I SETTLED IN FOR HEADCANONS! ANOTHER THING IS THAT, I MIGHT HAVE DONE EPEL WRONGLY IN TERMS OF PERSONALITY BUT I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO MUCH OF A DRASTIC 180° PERSONALITY CHANGE (｡•́︿•̀｡)

I SINCERELY HOPE THAT THIS SUFFICES YOUR REQUEST DARLING! ENJOY!

Okay he's not even gonna hide it, this boy is giving you fucking bedroom eyes while having a flirtatious smirk on his lips, every once in awhile licking and biting them

This boy is a certified Boob Guy™; small, big doesn't matter to him. Just let him squeeze them with his hands or press his face against them and he's in heaven already

If your outfit happen to accentuate your breasts or lord almighty, exposes them; you bet your ass he's going to ogle it shamelessly

He's not going to outright grope them without your consent (he's still a gentleman and still care about your boundaries since you're one of his close friends)

He's still going to whistle and call you names like 'sexy' or 'baby' but his intentions are well meant actually

He genuinely wants you to know that you look gorgeous and he's not surprised if the whole world would be on their knees if they'd try to see how beautiful you actually are

He's just shit at expressing things in a good way so he comes off as someone who's vulgar and rude but he tries

Sometimes he wishes that he was blind, not because you look so ugly but because that he feels like he's unworthy of seeing you, you look so!!! Downright beautiful!!! A retired delinquent like him doesn't deserve it!! He says to himself

So he just squeezes his eyes shut while blushing madly, a part of him ready to just bolt off, dig a hole in the botanical garden and hide there forever, maybe die in it too

Unlike Ace, he won't admit it but he's a Leg Guy™ He likes looking at legs, thick or thin, he just wants to run his hands on them

The boy is going to straight up flat line if your attire consists of wearing skirts or pants that compliments your wonderful legs

On a side note, He WANTS to compliment you but his words seem to always come out in a jumbled mess so to make it up, he uses the most basic compliments ever-

"You look good" or "You look nice" is the only thing you'll ever hear from him, the closest thing you'll get is "You look attractive" from him

Beautiful? Gorgeous? Sexy? He knows the words but his vocal chords doesn't

First things first, his tail and ears constantly betrays him as it gives away on how he actually FEELS without having to say any word

He's in an eternal conflict of wanting to look at you and compliment you or wanting to look somewhere else and keep his silence

God forbid if he sees you wearing hand accessories, it just goes to show of how your hands are smaller than his, irking some sort of feeling that he should be threading carefully on how he treats you in a whole

Due to his tall stature, he usually have to look down to people when he's talking and it's the same for you before you had gone and dressed up

Now he can't unsee how cute you look when you're looking up to him, making him weak in the knees; his fluffy tail already swishing in pure adoration for you

If you think Deuce is dry with his compliment game then oh boy, Jack is even worse because he's not going to say anything at all

He's too shy to say anything!! The only thing you'll be getting is tail wagging and a frowny face; he's not angry, he's just upset that he can't confess his true feelings to you

I hope your ears are ready for some screeching because you're in for a long one

Of course he's not blushing!! What are you even on about?! He's only red from how hot the weather is! (that's a lie, he's definitely blushing)

He says all these things about wanting to protect your honour and dignity since it's his duty as a friend so it's a MUST that he keep watch on how you dress; if it's too much, it's a no from him

Definitely not because he's going to his lose composure when you're THAT pretty or he wants to selfishly keep it to HIS eyes only! You're going to endanger yourself by letting all these boys flock to you!

You're getting yourself shot in the knee if your attire shows off your nape and collarbone because he WILL throw his coat on you before buttoning up WHILE complaining how shameful it is

What's behind his back? It's nothing; just a family heirloom necklace! It belonged to his mother's side of the family where they would give the necklace to their daughters in law- Don't give him that look! He's only admiring it since he loves his mother very much! Though, it doesn't hurt to see you try it on and maybe he'll change his mind on how you dress, maybe!

His way of complimenting you is...an odd mix of complaining while praising how you look. I hope you're a bit thick skinned when it comes to him; after all he's a mess trying to handle his ever-growing feelings for you

Unlike the rest of the four, he has no qualms of voicing out his feelings! So the moment you're caught up in his line of gaze, you're bound to be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of praises he's showering you!

He adores every single bit of you! He equally loves them all because well.... It's you we're talking about! So no matter which body part gets the most spotlight of your attire, he'll love it just as strongly as he does with your other body parts!

I hope you're not camera shy because he's going to take pictures as much as he can! Memories is a fleeting thing so he wants the pictures to serve him as a reminder that as someone as gorgeous like you needs someone who's as equally as attractive!

He knows that he's not as masculine looking as the others but seeing you all prettied up motivates him even more so that he'll be able to be the perfect man in your eyes! He wouldn't want to be mistaken as one of your female friends when people are passing by the two of you!

Though if you feel uncomfortable by him taking numerous pictures, he would gladly tone it down to only two to three pictures and for the rest of day, he would glue his eyes to YOU only; eyes glittering with pure adoration

If you'd let him, he'll drag you to Pomefiore's dorm before asking Vil to dress you up even more! Even more so, he's going to be ecstatic if Vil briefly mentions on doing matching outfits between the both of you

Though it doesn't matter if he gets dressed up cutely by Vil, what matters most is that you're having fun and seeing that beautiful smile bloom on your face makes it worth it