#literally i always thought he was supposed to look like a lemon???

[onebug]

i absolutely adore your artstyle!! could i request a lil nate :0? perhaps inspired by his city folk house? have a nice day!!!!

you have a nice day!!!!

[delululand]

you are some kind of famous person and you've been asked to do a traveling show with enhypen. so you are going to european country for do content

since there were 7 people and all the rooms were for 2 people, you were offered to choose a member to live with by drawing lots. but of course they couldn't just put you and one other guy to live together, so it was decided to rent a two-room room for you and two member and put you together (a room for you and two guys in a separate one). it was a long argument and hundreds of games of rock-paper-scissors, but in the end you had to live with jay and sunoo. it was a good way because you were really good friends with sunoo, but jay…. all the guys looked at each other when he turned out to be the one you were going to live with. from the first time you met him it was a vibe going and even without filming the show it was obviously how much you liked each other, so behind your back guys were always teasing jay that he would spend the next week with his BiGgEsT cRaSh in the same hotel room, albeit different rooms

and it goes calm first days, during the day you all went to different places to film, ate delicious food in cafes and all that, in the evening you went back to your rooms and usually just relax

on the first day you sat together with all members having dinner and discussing the day, but you couldn't noticing HOW Jay was looking at you the whole time, trying to please you, making sure you always had food and exactly what you liked, he was so sweet

on the second day you had a long shoot and everyone was very tired, so you came back to the room like squeezed lemons. even though you had a two-room room, there was still one shower. when you returned, you literally fell exhausted on the bed, not even having the strength to go to the shower, so you kindly let sunoo go to the shower first. when you were lying in bed, Jay came out of his room, tired no less than you. he was also going to take a shower, so he asked if he could wait here and after your permission sat on the bed leaning on the pillows. you remember how you talked about something that happened in the day, but the next moment you wake up next to Jay in the morning, you're all in the same clothes that you went to bed yesterday and with full makeup on your face.... Jay's arms are wrapped around you from behind, holding you close, and his face is buried in the top of your head. trying to get out of his arms, you gently get up and go to the bathroom, on the way you meet sunoo, who has already woken up and giggling says good morning to you. you ask him about what happened yesterday, but he just replies, "I don't know, maybe I was in the shower a little longer than I was supposed to, but when I came out, you and Jay Hyun were already asleep on the bed, I tried to call you, but you didn't react, so I decided not to bother you". you were surprised how you could be so tired that you fell asleep without even washing off your makeup, but there was no time for these thoughts, since it was time to get ready for the filming

surprisingly, even after what happened, there wasn't much awkwardness between you and Jay. yes, it was a little embarrassing, but you were still comfortable with each other and the day was fun. in your room, in addition to a large bed, there was also a large TV, so you decided to watch the new released movie together. to be honest, it was Sunoo’s idea, but towards the end of the film, he lost interest and left to talk with a friend on the phone, leaving you and Jay alone. midnight, dimly lit and the uninteresting movie when you're lying next to Jay dressed in his sleeveless t-shirt and shorts... what kind of movie could be more interesting than this guy right now...? since the three people were lying on a double bed, you were pressed close to each other, but after sunoo left, he did not move a millimeter, continuing to be also close and indignant at the stupidity of the behavior of the main characters of the film

when the movie finally ended, there was silence in the room for a while, there was only muffled laughter and sunoo’s voice in the next room, you were still lying close just looking at each other, you saw how he periodically looked at your lips, you knew what it meant and it made you more nervous than ever. it was probably the stupidest decision in your life, but after a long time of eye contact, you only gave out "well, it seems it's time to go to sleep" Jay's eyes widened, he was surprised and confused, but did not dare to contradict you, so he just replied "mmm, yes, if you want...". at the same second you thought what a fool you were, but there was nothing to return, so you turned your back to him and covered yourself with a blanket so that he wouldn't see your embarrassed expression. Jay was confused by this situation, so he lay down with a big spoon to you and gradually put his hand to yours, hugging you from behind, but not snuggling too much for fear of causing discomfort. you wanted to fix the situation somehow, but you didn't know what to do at all, so you just stroked his hand lying next to him, wanting to show that it wasn't a rejection of his feelings or something like that

you pressed your back against his chest, wanting to be closer, you felt his breath on your neck, and your hips intuitively moved to his. snuggling up to him, you felt his bulge and you both realized that you realized what it was. he tried to move a little further away so as not to embarrass you, but this attempt was unsuccessful and looked like he was rubbing against you. you lay there for about 15 minutes, hoping that you could just fall asleep and tomorrow this situation would somehow be resolved, but you felt the warmth emanating from Jay’s body, felt his heavy breathing and how periodically he nervously swallowed. no one was going to sleep and it was obviously, but you asked, "are you sleeping?" turn on your back and look at him a little from below. he grinned saying "no? wasn't it you who wanted to go to bed?", you laughed pushing him in the chest "maybe I changed my mind," Jay grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, why?" he asked, changing his position and practically hovering over you. that was the last straw, you moved your hand from his chest to his cheek and kissed him. jay picked up the kiss very quickly, his arms wrapped around your waist and pressed you closer to him, his tongue was already walking over your mouth when his hands were under your pajamas, and yours were taking off his t-shirt. the situation was heating up by the minute, but you still remembered about sunoo, who was literally behind the wall with excellent audibility…

p.s. thanks to one of my favorite writers here, @jaylaxies , thanks to whom I finally decided to publish this on my blog

[plasticfreckles]

🌙 sleepless solavellan enjoy 🌙

He finds her on the scaffolding in his rotunda, a heavy wool coat over her layers and layers of silk and velvet and chiffon, sipping at her ever-present honey lemon milk.

"On Dhea."

"How do you always know it's me? You haven't even looked up here."

"Do you not feel the Veil move with my arrival? Your Mark swirling patterns into the fabric every time you move your hand?"

"...no?"

"...I suppose it must be more difficult to notice, if one was not schooled in magic."

"I thought you said I had an - how did you put it - an inane susceptibility to the Fade."

He hums as he climbs up the ladder toward her.

"As most elves do, yes. That does not necessarily translate into weaving magic, however."

"I guess that makes sense." She pushes a platter between them, the frilly chocolate cakes with the pink frosting, some sandwiches. a cup of coffee on a warmer. "I got you some breakfast. An apology for skipping the waking meditation." The candlelight of the warmer casts even deeper shadows under her eyes.

"I missed you in the Fade." Her hand reaches over the platter, rubs at his thigh.

"I couldn't sleep. I thought, if I just went somewhere else, at least you might get to dream a little." Even as she pats his leg, she does not meet his eyes.

"You could have woken me," he says, quietly. "You did not need to be alone." A squeeze now, sipping at her mug.

Still, she won't look at him.

"Then we'd both be sleepless and irritable."

"Or the companionship might have soothed your worries and lulled you back to sleep." He did not intend for the bite to be in his tone, but at least it makes her look at him.

"..Fair."

They eat in silence for a while. Lavellan's hand never leaves his thigh.

"I don't know that there were worries to soothe," she concedes, eventually. Checks to see if the paint behind her is still wet before she leans her head against the wall. "It just felt like my mind decided sleep was not for me tonight. No dreams for you."

"If the issue persists, please wake me. At the very least, I would not let you hold vigil alone." He takes her hand from his thigh, holds, presses it to his chest. When he lets her go, the jawbone necklace has left the slightest of imprints on her freckled skin. "We do not share beds to sleep apart, after all."

Her smile makes wrinkles in the circles under her eyes.

"You make compelling arguments."

"I've been known to do that."

Silence passes between them, for the rest of the day. She ends up falling asleep next to him as he returns to painting.

The Seeker passes through the rotunda searching for Lavellan thrice before she even considers looking up the scaffolding.

🌙

I haven't written this much in this short amount of time in literal YEARS [exept uni papers but we dont talk about that] shame it had to be after i drag myself to work for 8.5 hours while sick and without any sleep 🫠

[hahskeleton]

Can we have some facts about the harpy au?

ask and you shall receive :)

Table of contents: Favorite things of the harpies - 1st indent Dislikes of the harpies - 2nd indent Eclipse facts - 3rd indent Moon facts - 4th indent Sun facts - 5th indent The Wisp Brothers Facts - 6th indent Y/N Facts - 7th indent AU facts - 8th indent

FAVORITE THINGS:

Eclipse: Fish, daisies, spooky stories, mangoes, woodpeckers, orange, purple, autumn, going for a fly at dusk, pumpkin seeds, y/n, throwing things into lakes (rocks, sticks etc), (more coming soon)

Moon: Bacon and eggs, reading, people watching, scarves, blue, clouds, grapes, plain (no sauce) cooked pasta noodles, stars/astronomy (more coming soon)

Sun: Marigolds, ferrets, pink roses, frogs, butterflies, waterfalls, jelly sandwiches, pumpkin pie, decorate random things, doing harmless pranks, playing his flute (more coming soon)

DISLIKES:

Eclipse: Frogs, pineapple, scorching hot days, mustard, cruel parents, his Lichtenberg Figure (big scar on his back), lightning storms, (more coming soon)

Moon: Lemons, Eclipse, crying, cats, removing his hat, winter, molting, lightning storms, (more coming soon)

Sun: Flying in bad weather, mushrooms, ruffled feathers, mildly dirty things, Moon’s night terrors, falling, being treated like a kid, (more coming soon)

Eclipse Facts:

Never liked Olympus

Absolutely HATES frogs for no apparent reason

Thinks his cave gets lonely sometimes

Has been struck by lightning (he’s got a scar now)

Loves storms but is terrified to fly in them

He’s got the groggiest voice in history (or so he claims)

Buries unloved and under-treated children in a field because their parents won’t do it themselves

Taught himself to draw (he’s not super good but… yk…)

He’s around 7.5-8 feet tall

Thinks he’s charming

Moon Facts

Is fascinated by humans

Would kill/do anything for his brother, Sun

Has never had a love interest

Hates his brother Eclipse (now)

Used to tolerate Eclipse (back then)

Has frequent night terrors causing panic attacks

His freckles glow when flustered

Absolutely hates crying

His favorite food is bacon and eggs

Is allergic to marigolds (just gets the sniffles, nothing too bad)

Used to have has a problem with plucking feathers

Sun Facts:

His favorite flowers are marigolds but Moon’s allergic to them :(

Loves to play with small animals (squirrels, frogs, butterflies, etc.)

Enjoys foraging

He’s the family cooker (until him and Moon left Eclipse)

Embodiment of anxiety

Good at hiding stress and feelings in general

Smells literally every flower he sees

Stargazing is fun for him

Never had a love interest

Always wanted a cat (Moon said no)

Wisp Brothers Facts:

They are VERY short boys and they can shrink even smaller

Lunar and Jack’s fire that they have is actually cold, not hot

they get up to a lot of shenanigans together

Lunar can get serious sometimes; Jack has no thoughts behind his eyes

Killed by [ ]

They like to visit the cabin y/n lives in

Lunar hates harpies

Jack doesn’t remember a lot of things including how he died and why Lunar hates harpy!eclipse

Lunar takes good care of Jack

Jack was supposed to be created to protect Lunar and vice versa

Y/N Facts:

They inherited their grandpa’s cabin in a village (the cabin is in the woods near the village)

uses magic

doesn’t know shit about magic (uses it anyway)

They own a Birman cat named Poncho

mythology nerd

only had one friend in the village and his name is Nathan (all the other folks hate them because they think y/n’s a witch/warlock (Nathan’s fake))

likes harpies

LOVES mangoes for no apparent reason

sort of a crazy introvert/ambivert

likes to get cozy by a fireplace with a book

they have glasses but they never wear them because they think they’re stupid looking

AU Facts

The AU’s birthday is on April 3rd

Drabbles, AO3 works, art and comics will be posted

There’s a lot of lore

Perhaps I will open a “Talk to the Harpies” event later

there’s a blog: @dca-harpy-au-blog

the creator (me) allows and loves fanart and all other things like that

(more facts coming soon)

[undercover--bunny]

🦆Regressor!Sanji Headcanons (Bc I love him and he deserves happiness)🦈

⚠️Tw! Brief mentions of smoking

-Regresses pretty young, around 2 to 4 years old

-100% a stress regressor. After all he's been through with his family and his life, it makes sense that he would crave a childhood better than the one he actually had. He's too stubborn to ask for help though and definitely tried to hide his regression once he realized what it was. Anytime he regressed early on he thought he was just being overdramatic and weird, but once he put the pieces together he completely shut himself off from regression out of shame, until the crew later convinced otherwise

-He's really, really shy when little. Always hiding behind people or talking super quiet. Partially due to trauma, partially due to anxiety. He sticks particularly close to Robin and Nami because of that, they remind him of his mother

"Sanij-kun? Hey, is something wrong?" Nami asked, glancing down in worry at the blonde who had stopped talking about fish and had ducked behind her. Across the room, Zoro and Luffy, who had just entered, fell quiet.

"Sanji?" Robin tried next, working off a hunch. "Are you alright, little one?" She asked, voice taking on a softer tone.

A pair of nervous blue eyes peaked back at Nami and Robin, then they darted to Luffy and Zoro. He shook his head sheepishly. "Got nervous..." He admitted.

Nami glanced at the two, before putting an arm around Sanji's shoulders and smiling down at him. "Don't worry, Sanji-kun. I won't let them mess with you. If they try, I'll make 'em pay." She said, before snickering to herself and adding. "Literally."

-Always has something in his mouth, be it a paci, a bottle or a teether. If he doesn't have something to chew on he gets really fussy and nervous. It's like a substitute for his smoking habit when big, as much as he hates to think that way

-Little Sanji absolutely adores fish and the ocean and will babble about them for hours if given the chance. Sometimes Robin will sit with him in the Aquarium Bar in the Thousand Sunny and let him tell her facts about the fish or ramble about the "All Blue" and how badly he wants to see it

-He really likes playing pretend! His favorite to play with is Usopp, because he always got super in character, especially when he got to be the hero!

-When he's little, Luffy and Usopp adopt him as their little brother and proceed to get him into all sorts of stupid little adventures. They were eventually banned from watching him alone because the other Strawhats couldn't take the constant heart attacks

-Has the cutest little giggles and smiles ever. They're incredibly infectious and heartwarming

-Zoro has no idea how he's supposed to act around Sanij when he's regressed, so he just ends up acting like an annoying older brother. He teases him and tries to ruffle him up sometimes, but usually treats him a lot like how he does Chopper

Zoro glared down at the pouty cook in front of him, Sanji glaring back with equal annoyance. Normally Zoro would've taunted him, called him a bastard to start a fight, but it was difficult to be genuinely annoyed with his rival when Sanji's glare was accompanied by a pouty lip and puffed up cheeks. The swordsmen huffed, before leaning down and poking the mini cooks for head, earning him a more confused look. He smirked.

"Lemon." Was all he said, but the nickname was enough to make Sanji shove his hand away in childlike frustration. Much like a lemon, Sanji made a sour face before yelling back; "Moss!" at the big jerk!

Zoro merely choked off a laugh at the mini cook's expression.

Even when Nami piped up by asking; "Are you seriously picking a fight with a four-year-old, Zoro?"

-He's very affectionate, loves to be held, cuddled, carried, you name it. Luffy, Usopp, Nami and Chopper all spoil the heck out of him because of it. This boy is never starved of affection ever again and they'll make sure of that!

-He likes to play "cook" for the crew sometimes. He'll make them little pretend meals just like he does when he's big! His favorite to play this game with is Brook, cuz' he's always so silly about it!

-When Sanjis little he loves to be around Chopper because 1. Baby Sanji loves animals, 2. Baby Sanji loves soft things and 3. Chopper is both. Chopper pretends that he hates being pet like an animal, but he not-so-secretly puts up with it because Sanji's babbling is adorable

-^^Jumping off of this, Sanji didn't have many (If any?) stuffed animals growing up and when Usopp learned about this he was so upset about it that when the Strawhats arrived at an island for supplies and bought him a stuffed shark and a stuffed duck. They've become Sanji's comfort items ever since

-The Strawhats have almost adopted so. many. animals. because of little Sanji getting attached to random strays. Even worse when Luffy, Usopp or Chopper get roped in;

"For the last time Luffy, no! We are not keeping the snake!" Nami repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

Sanji, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper all looked up at her with big, puppy-dog eyes before exclaiming in unison; "Pleeeeease Nami??"

Nami stared at them for a moment, before drawing in a sharp breath and turning to Zoro then desperately saying; "Zoro tell them no—!"

[pastelwitchling]

Can I request something? Michael is gone for some reason and Alex promised he wouldn't work cause he hasn't really slept in a while and Michael gets home and figures out alex literally spent the whole time cleaning. Like house smells like straight chemicals and he hasn't eaten or taken care of his leg or anything

@brittz-2123

***

              Michael should’ve known. In retrospect, he should’ve tied Alex down to the bedposts and stripped him of his prosthetic and forced him to rest. A little extreme, maybe, but his husband rarely took a break if he didn’t really, physically have to. And as Michael walked into their home one night and got a whiff of lemon-scented cleaner and laundry detergent, he knew he’d failed somewhere.

              “So,” Michael greeted, leaning against their bedroom doorway with his arms crossed, “was it my mistake to trust you today? Is that where I went wrong?”

              Alex, lying on his stomach and scrolling through his phone, looked up and blinked innocently. “What? I’ve been resting, just like you told me to.”

              Michael fought the grin that threatened to take hold. “Being cute won’t work this time, Manes.”

              Alex’s façade cracked the barest trace as he raised a eyebrow and smirked. “Since when am I cute?”

              “Since always,” he narrowed his eyes, “and stop trying to change the subject. I thought we agreed you’d sleep the week off.”

              “And I did,” he shrugged, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

              “Damn you and your stupid captain riddle talk!” Michael snapped, closing the distance between them and shoving Alex down onto his back. “I told you to sleep the entire day off, not a few hours of it!”

              Alex laughed, hooking his arms around Michael’s shoulders as Michael bent down to swallow the sound, and then remembered he was supposed to be angry and pushed himself up, dragging Alex up with him.

              “Why does the house smell like cleaner?”

              Alex sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on Michael’s shoulder. He said something that came out muffled, his face too smushed against Michael’s jacket.

              He ran a hand down the back of Alex’s head. “One more time, baby.”

              Alex groaned and squeezed Michael close for half a second before he let go, and fell back on the bed with his arms spread out. Michael sat there, straddling him, waiting.

              “It was too quiet,” he finally said, searching the ceiling for something Michael couldn’t see. “I didn’t . . . I just can’t . . . handle the quiet today.”

              Michael nodded, running a hand up and down Alex’s thigh. None of this was new information. There were days, weeks, months even when Alex couldn’t take the quiet because it made the noise in his head that much louder. “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped.”

              He shook his head, eyes closed as a weak smile tugged at his lips. “I can’t keep bothering you with this stuff, Guerin, I have to be able to manage it on my own—”

              “Hey,” Michael said, an edge in his voice he couldn’t help as he once again hovered over Alex. “None of that crap. I’m your husband, if you can’t count on me for stuff like this, then I’m just going to assume you don’t think I can offer anything.”

              Alex sighed, his grin widening a little as he caught onto Michael’s ploy. “You know that’s not it.”

              “Too late,” Michael argued, grabbing Alex’s thigh and hooking Alex’s legs more securely around his own waist. “I already feel unwanted. My husband doesn’t want to rely on me. What’s the matter with me, I wonder?”

              Alex chuckled deeply, forearm thrown over his eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

              “Is it the flannel?” Michael was smiling now as he nuzzled Alex’s jaw. “The belt buckle? You think I’m just a pretty face, don’t you?”

              He laughed fully, hugging Michael’s shoulders and pulling him in until his face was buried in the crook of Michael’s neck, and Michael held him back even tighter. Alex’s laugh faded into a deep sigh, and against his neck, he whispered, “I love you so much.”

              Michael lowered himself down until he was on his side beside Alex, an arm around his waist. “I love you more.”

              As Alex searched Michael’s face, his smile dimmed to something smaller, but soft. “I’m so relieved you’re here, baby.”

              Michael scooted closer, until their chests touched, and he cupped Alex’s jaw, his thumb brushing Alex’s cheekbone. “I’m not going anywhere, Private. Is the quiet still bothering you?”

              Alex shut his eyes to Michael’s touch, covering his hand with his own, and that pinch in his brow finally faded. “Not so much right now.”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️

[jaylaxies]

okay i’m in fucking delulu land but i can’t stop think about it 

this is probably gonna sound a little stilted, but I'm literally freaking out at the thought

it sound like super cliche but just imagine 

you are some kind of famous person and you've been asked to do a traveling show about with enhypen. so you are going to european country for do content 

since there were 7 people and all the rooms were for 2 people, you were offered to choose a member to live with by drawing lots. but of course they couldn't just put you and one other guy to live together, so it was decided to rent a two-room room for you and two member and put you together (a room for you and two guys in a separate one). it was a long argument and hundreds of games of rock-paper-scissors, but in the end you had to live with jay and sunoo. it was a good way because you were really good friends with sunoo, but jay…. all the guys looked at each other when he turned out to be the one you were going to live with. from the first time you met him it was a vibe going and even without filming the show it was obvious how much you liked each other, so behind your back the guys were always teasing jay that he would spend the next week with his BiGgEsT cRaSh  in the same hotel room, albeit different rooms

and it goes calm first days, during the day you all went to different places to shoot, ate delicious food in cafes and all that, in the evening you went back to your rooms and usually just relax 

on the first day you sat together with all members having dinner and discussing the day, but you couldn't noticing HOW Jay was looking at you the whole time, trying to please you, making sure you always had food and exactly what you liked, he was so sweet 

on the second day you had a long shoot and everyone was very tired, so you came back to the room like squeezed lemons. even though you had a two-room room, there was still one shower. when you returned, you literally fell exhausted on the bed, not even having the strength to go to the shower, so you kindly let the sunoo go to the shower first. when you were lying in bed, Jay came out of his room, tired no less than you. he was also going to take a shower, so he asked if he could wait here and after your permission sat on the bed leaning on the pillows. do you remember how you talked about something that happened in the day, but the next moment you wake up next to Jay in the morning, you're all in the same clothes that you went to bed yesterday and with makeup on your face.... Jay's arms are wrapped around you from behind, holding you close, and his face is buried in the top of your head. trying to get out of his arms, you gently get up and go to the bathroom, on the way you meet sunoo, who has already woken up and giggling says good morning to you. you ask him about what happened yesterday, but he just replies, "I don't know, maybe I was in the shower a little longer than I was supposed to, but when I came out, you and Jay Hyun were already asleep on the bed, I tried to call you, but you didn't react, so I didn't wake you up." you were surprised how you could be so tired that you fell asleep without even washing off your makeup, but there was no time for these thoughts, since it was time to get ready for the shoot

surprisingly, even after what happened, there wasn't much awkwardness between you and Jay. yes, it was a little embarrassing, but you were still comfortable with each other and the day was fun. in your room, in addition to a large bed, there was also a large TV, so you decided to watch the newly released movie together. to be honest, it was sunoo’s idea, but towards the end of the film, he lost interest in hit and left to talk with a friend on the phone, leaving you and Jay alone. midnight, twilight and the uninteresting movie when you're lying next to Jay dressed in his sleeveless T-shirt and shorts... what kind of movie could be more interesting than this guy right now...? since the three of you were lying on a double bed, you were pressed close to each other, but after sunoo left, he did not move a millimeter, continuing to be also close and indignant at the stupidity of the behavior of the main characters of the film 

when the movie finally ended, there was silence in the room for a while, there was only muffled laughter and sunoo’s voice in the next room, you were still lying close just looking at each other, you saw how he periodically looked at your lips, you knew what it meant and it made you more nervous than ever. it was probably the stupidest decision in your life, but after a long time of eye contact, you only gave out "well, it seems it's time to go to bed," Jay's eyes widened, he was surprised and confused, but did not dare to contradict you, so he simply replied "mmm, yes, if you want...". at the same second you thought what a fool you were, but there was nothing to return, so you turned your back to him and covered yourself with a blanket so that he wouldn't see your embarrassed expression. jay was confused by this situation, so he lay down with a big spoon to you and gradually put his hand to yours, hugging you from behind, but not snuggling too much for fear of causing discomfort. you wanted to fix the situation somehow, but you didn't know what to do at all, so you just stroked his hand lying next to him, wanting to show that it wasn't a rejection of his feelings or something like that

you pressed your back against his chest, wanting to be closer, you felt his breath on your neck, and your hips intuitively moved to his. snuggling up to him, you felt his bulge and you both realized that you realized what it was. he tried to move a little further away so as not to embarrass you, but this attempt was unsuccessful. no one was going to sleep and it was obvious, but you asked, "are you sleeping?" lie on your back and look at him a little from below. he grinned saying "no? wasn't it you who wanted to go to bed?", you laughed pushing him in the chest "maybe I changed my mind," Jay grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, why?" he asked, changing his position and practically hovering over you. that was the last straw, you moved your hand from his chest to his cheek and kissed him. jay picked up the kiss very quickly, his arms wrapped around your waist and pressed you closer to him, his tongue was already walking over your mouth when his hands were under your pajamas, and yours were taking off his T-shirt. the situation was heating up by the minute, but you still remembered about sunoo, who was literally behind the wall with excellent audibility… 

babe you wrote a whole masterpiece fic please please please make a blog and post this for others to see and praise too‼️🤍 i literally have nothing to add oh god your mind is so amazing 🗣️🔊

[princeresnikov]

From Bullet Train: The Art and Making of the Film by Abbie Bernstein, p. 55:

In the original script, Lemon was supposed to be killed by The Prince, but Henry didn't want to die and we loved him so much we asked Brad how he felt if we were to keep Lemon alive. Brad said, "Wouldn't it be great if Ladybug had a character to bounce off of when he's trying to stop the train?" And I'm like, "What if we kept Lemon alive?"

This, Leitch adds, was partly inspired by improvised dialogue between Henry and Taylor-Johnson, which made the filmmaker think that Lemon could be wearing a bulletproof vest, based on Tangerine's advice. "Brothers never want to admit that one is helping the other, but at the end of the day, they really listen to each other, and that's the biggest demonstration of love you can have."

Henry had a deeper reason for wanting Lemon to live. The actor was so disturbed by seeing Omar Epps and Jada Pinkett's characters die in the opening of Scream 2 (1997) that he eventually determined "that I would only include myself in movies where I have got a fighting chance. In this movie, it was literal. I've always been into these cool action movies, but in most of them, people who look like me are killed within the first fifteen minutes. And we don't think about what that does to the audience that looks like me when they see that. I discussed this with David, and David heard that. Lemon ultimately makes it. I think if sixteen-year-old me saw this movie, I'd be, 'Oh, my God.' Because I never thought it was possible. [In most blockbusters], the black body count is huge, and it's done at the beginning of the movie. You don't get a chance to root for that person. I'm glad that, in this movie, we created a universe where you could."

Brian Tyree-Henry is the reason Lemon survived!! Everyone say Thank You Brian!!

[venusthepirate]

like any unloved thing part eight : I know how to make you sleep

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Three months later, and Fawn still hasn’t heard from him.

They’d parted with a kiss, Tangerine pressing his lips against hers again and again, as if he couldn’t quite stop himself and actually leave.

Fawn could still feel the press of his mouth for a long time afterwards, even after he left. She would touch her own lips, carefully, even though she was literally in the middle of the café and was supposed to be working. But her mind had been stuck in some sort of daze, and she’d just let herself daydream for the rest of her shift.

Tangerine had told her he would come back, after his job in Tokyo. He’d told her so with a reverent look in his eyes, eyes wide and soft.

And yet, weeks after she last saw him, still she’s heard nothing from him. In the first weeks, she’d realized that maybe she should have asked him when he’d be back. She had no idea how long his “jobs” were. Would they take up days, weeks, months ?

So, at first, she told herself not to worry. That maybe it’s just the way it is, but after the first month, she starts to worry. She knows he has her phone number, but he never sent any text or called. Maybe he didn’t have his phone when he worked ? It could be a possibility, what with all the dangers and other disadvantages of his job.

She resolves to reach out, and sends him a single text after the one month mark.

The message goes unanswered. Doesn’t even deliver, actually.

She tries not to dwell on it. Maybe he doesn’t have service, maybe he doesn’t have access to his phone. There could be a lot of reasonable, completely normal explanations for his lack of response. Maybe he needs to lay low. Maybe…

Fuck, she has no idea how any of this work.

Now that she knows what he actually does for a living, she realizes that there’s nothing safe in this kind of line of work. She’s seen the scars on his body, and she knows most of them, if not all, probably come from his job.

With this realization comes the worry. She keeps imagining him, hurt or dead somewhere. And there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it. She tries to chase those thoughts away from her mind, because every time she can feel something weighing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe.

She reasons that he’s not alone, Lemon must be with him. That’s what he told her, that they worked together, as a team.

She tries calling him, a few weeks after that first text. An automated voice tells her the number is no longer assigned.

She doesn’t try again.

Days pass without any change. Fawn tries staying busy, ignores the now constant lump in her throat. She doesn’t cry, even though she wishes she could let it out, but for some reason, it stays there, stuck in the hollow of her chest, impossible to coax out.

She spends her days working her shifts at the café, the warmth and heavy smell of chocolate, coffee and cinnamon wrapping around her in some sort of bubble out of time. She feels safe there, mixing drink after drink, smiling to the few customers. This has become her routine, and she’s surprised to find that she doesn’t mind it. She leaves her apartment around eleven, and comes back once she’s done working at nine.

It's calming. Relaxing. There’s no… Expectation. No going out late, not knowing if she’ll be sleeping out, or if she’ll sleep at all. No unexpected call in the night. It’s a normal life, no overly exciting things, but it’s safe. Still, she keeps the knife Tangerine gave her safely tucked into her bag, always in reach.

At night, she lies down in her bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time. When during the day her incessant worry and interrogations and everything melts away, during the night it comes back in full force, and no matter how hard she tries to force herself to think of something, to count the sheep or whatever the hell people do to fall asleep, the thoughts remain.

She resolves to exhaust herself then. She reads until the words start blurring together, sometimes until the sun has already started to peak. She watches tv in the dark, cradling a cup of tea in her hands.

She throws herself into work and interacting until there is no space left for Tangerine in her mind. She meets Violet’s boyfriend. She goes on brunch and shopping outings with her.

She doesn’t call her agency.

Eventually, spring rolls in. Fawn takes walks around the city. She feels like a healthy human being doing so. Her old life seems very, very far away, and she’s stunned, sometimes, to realize that she doesn’t miss it nor does she think about it as much as she did.

Tangerine being the exception of that.

She finds a small aquarium during one of her walks, and comes home with two small fish, one with bright orange scales, and the other with golden ones. She tries not to delve too deeply into her choice, but she thinks it was cute, the way the two of them kept swimming and trailing next to each other, despite having a whole aquarium to themselves.

So now she owns two fish. She names the orange one Mango and the other Pineapple, because it would go too far to name them Lemon and Tangerine, and as she said, she’s trying not to think too much about the reasons why she thought getting those two fish was a good idea.

Two weeks later, she finds a small kitten in the alley behind the café as she’s taking the trash out. The kitten is pitiful, meowing loudly and trembling. She’s a small brown tabby with the biggest eyes Fawn has never seen. She scoops her up and takes her home. She bathes her, feeds her and lets her cuddle on her stomach.

It’s only fitting, then, to name her Bambi.

She doesn’t think about Lemon calling her that, a few weeks ago, standing in their kitchen drinking hot chocolate with him.

A few days into being a pet-owner, she realizes there is now no way that she’ll ever be able to go back to the way things were. She has a cat now, and two fish, who require her attention and depend on her for everything. No more going out at night without knowing if she’ll be sleeping her own bed or in some stranger’s.

It makes her even busier, too, which she is grateful for. She wouldn’t call it a distraction, because they are much more than that, but it’s the closest word she finds to describe it. Even though sometimes, she can’t help but stare at the fish tank and watch as Mango and Pineapple fleet around in the water.

It’s on one these nights where she can’t find sleep that she finds herself sprawled out on the couch, Bambi purring loudly on her stomach, while she stares at the fish tank. She wonders if they’re sleeping right now ; both of them are hidden from her sight, probably under a plant.

Her apartment is plunged in the dark, save from the TV where she put on some episode of a show that she’s been following for the past few weeks. The sky outside is still dark, it’s only three am, the one hour when there is almost no noise to be heard outside. She’s put on the TV very low, and the gentle sounds of it are making her doze.

Which is why, when she first hears the knock at the door, she thinks she’s just imagined it.

But on the second one, Bambi startles awake and bolts away, probably to hide under the bed, and Fawn knows that she absolutely did not imagine it, and that there is someone at her door at three fucking am in the morning.

Heart thumping against her chest, she scrambles from the couch, quickly rummaging into her bag and gripping the knife. Her palm is already sweaty around the handle. She shakes her head, closing her other hand around the door’s handle. She breathes in and out, once ; filling her lungs with as much oxygen as she can, before wrenching the door open.

She’s so stunned by the sight awaiting behind it that she almost drops the knife.

Tangerine is standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall.

He looks awful, for lack of better word.

Unkept would never be a word that Fawn would use to describe him. He’s usually tidy, clean, always in perfectly put, in a pristine suit, hair gelled back, mustache neatly trimmed.

But here he is. Hair longer than she’s ever seen him with, in unruly, messy curls around his head, dark bags under his eyes. His face is littered with bruises and cuts, one of the bridge of his nose, another on his forehead and his left cheek. There’s the beginning of a stubble on his jaw. He’s not even wearing a suit as he usually is, only a white shirt, but it’s wrinkled. His arm is in a cast.

There’s a thick bandage wrapped around the side of his throat.

She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She can’t help but stare at him, take him in. This feels like some sort of dream. She’s had so many of them, where he comes back, standing on the other side of the door. But here, now that it’s happening, she’s left speechless. Unable to act.

Her throat clicks, as if it’s stuck. She tries to swallow around it, to chase the sudden dryness on her tongue, but it doesn’t really help.

“Tangerine ?” She murmurs, at last.

His eyes roam over her face, almost wildly, before dropping down to her hand, and the knife she’s holding. She almost forgot she still had it.

“Can I…” His voice breaks, despite the fact that he’s speaking low, in a hushed whisper. “Can I come in ?” He tries again.

She nods, unsure of what to do, and moves aside to let him inside, closing the door behind him. The lump in her throat seems heavier than ever.

She had thought that a weight would be finally lifted from her chest if he ever returned. Had imagined greeting him. Maybe giving him a kiss.

But looking at him now, there is no feeling of tremendous joy, no fireworks. She’s relieved, yes. But the concern is still there, unmoving.

He stops in the middle of the living room, back turned to her.

“Tangerine”, Fawn calls him, gently, stepping towards him. She reaches out and brushes a careful hand against his shoulder.

He turns back towards her. There is anguish on his face, like she’s never seen before on him.

She brings her hand up, trailing it from his shoulder to lightly cup the side of his face. He closes his eyes, leaning into her touch, almost nuzzling her palm.

“What happened ?” She asks.

He shakes his head. His eyelashes are long, brushing against his cheekbones. She thinks, for a moment, that she can see tears shining on them.

“Everything’s fucked”, he says, finally.

His voice sounds different. It’s weaker, and there’s a definite rasp in the way he speaks. It’s… hoarse. Almost like it’s broken, like he screamed too much, and now has to force himself to be able to get it out.

“What do you mean ?” She asks, gently. He shakes his head again, and a tear rolls down his cheek. She wants to brush it away with the pad of her thumb, to kiss the wet trail on his face.

“It’s all fucked up”, he repeats. “I… Lemon…”

“Lemon ?” Fawn says, now worried. If something happened to him…

“I thought he was dead”, Tangerine gets out. His chest is heaving, as if each word is harder to speak than the other. “And then I thought I was dead too.”

He surges suddenly, almost startling her, hands coming up to grasp her face. His eyes seem desperate.

“I didn’t get scared”, he tells her, frantic. “I didn’t get scared, alright ? I only woke up two weeks ago. I didn’t get scared.”

Don’t be scared, she had told him, months earlier, as she kissed him. Had begged, almost.

And now here he is, almost pleading.

She realizes that, not once during all those weeks, all those sleepless nights wondering about him, she never thought that he had fled.

“I know”, she murmurs, gently cupping his elbows. “I know.”

His face crumbles then, hands falling down from her face, and he buries his face in her neck. The force of it almost sends Fawn stumbling backwards, but she stabilizes them, embracing him, her fingers on the nape of his neck. He’s trembling, his shoulders shaking. She can feel wetness against her skin, but his cries are completely silent, save from heavy breathing and hiccups.

She holds him against her. She wants to ask him, wants to know what happened, to his neck, to his arm, to his voice. To Lemon. Wants to ask what he means about waking up only two weeks ago.

She doesn’t, though.

He’s impossibly warm against her, this much hasn’t changed, despite the layers of clothing separating them. She wants to bury into him, to press her face into his chest, wrap around him, until they’re molded into each other.

This. This feels impossibly right. The relief, the sensation of finally touching him, of having him against her, like someone would feel after being thirsty for days and finding water at last.

She realizes how much she had been craving touch, his touch, only now that she finally has it.

She lets him cry against her, rubbing circles onto the skin of his neck and on his back.

She can count on one hand the number of times she’s seen him like this. Unraveled, undone. Shaking and holding onto her as if he’s afraid she’s going to disappear. The second time he hired her had been close to this. And then, there was the night where he got drunk and begged her not to leave.

After what could have been a few minutes as well as hours, Tangerine pulls away, stepping back a bit, but Fawn doesn’t let him go too far, cupping his face and keeping him there.

Even in the dark, the blue of his eyes is striking.

“Hey”, she murmurs, thumb brushing against his cheekbone. His eyes close again, and he lets out a ragged breath.

“Fawn”, he rasps. “I…” And then he cuts off, as if his voice died inside his throat. She sees him gulp and tries to clear his throat, only to cough and inhale deeply. He winces, a hand automatically rising to his throat.

She glances at the bandage on his neck.

“What is it ?” She asks him.

He tries to speak again, opening his mouth, but there’s no sound coming out. He sighs, frowning, looking frustrated, and shakes his head. She lets him step back this time, releasing his face, and watches as he seems to struggle, as he rakes a hand into his hair.

He doesn’t seem able to speak.

“You can’t speak ?”

He glances at her, looking stunned for a moment, before shaking his head in confirmation. He’s still trembling. Something about the way he’s holding himself reminds her of a caged animal.

She grabs her phone from the couch and hands it to him, notes app opened.

“Here”, she tells him, gentle.

He hesitates for a moment, before accepting it. He types away something, and turns the screen towards her.

Got shot in the neck. Fucked my vocal cords.

Oh.

This is why his voice sounds so hoarse. Why his jaw ticked every time he spoke, like it was causing him pain.

This is probably why he disappeared.

“Do you want me to make you tea ?” She asks. His face contorts in surprise. “For your throat. Maybe it’ll help ?”

He nods. Neither of them move for a moment, before she motions towards the kitchen. He trails after her, and when she glances back at him, he reminds her a bit of a lost puppy.

She busies herself putting water in the kettle, aware of his gaze on her as he leans against the counter. She settles on making him honey tea, with some herbs that she uses when she herself catches a cold. She hopes it’ll help relieve his throat.

When it’s done, she sets the steamy mug in front of him, and he drinks it obediently.

They stand like this in silence for a long time, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s actually oddly comforting, despite it being probably four a.m. in the morning. Despite the fact that, from what she can gather, he seemingly almost died. And the fact that he disappeared from months because of it.

“Thanks”, Tangerine finally croaks out, half whispering. Fawn wants to tell him to take it easy, to not speak until he feels better, but he adds, before she can say anything. “Can… Can I stay here ?”

Her own throat closes up. Something tight wraps around her chest.

“Of course”, she replies, nodding, her own voice hoarse. “Wait here, I still have your clothes from last time. I’ll be right back, okay ?”

She doesn’t wait for her answer, slipping away quickly to her own room. She takes a minute there, breathing in deeply, in and out, trying to slow down the furious, panicked beating of her own heart against her ribcage. She feels like it’s threatening to burst out.

She presses her hand on her chest, applying pressure and rubbing to relieve the ache, even though she knows she can’t.

Bambi is sitting on her bed, staring at her with weary eyes.

“Hey”, Fawn murmurs, kneeling in front of her to scratch her forehead. Bambi yawns, and turns away, curling herself into a ball. Fawn snorts half-heartedly, rising from the ground.

She fishes Tangerine’s clothes, the ones she wore when she stayed that night in his and Lemon’s apartment, and goes back into the living-room.

She finds him standing in front of the fish tank, staring. Mango and Pineapple seem to have woken up, because they’re out of hiding spot, swimming around in circles in the tank.

Fawn carefully places the clothes on a stool, and approaches him slowly, making sure he can hear her coming as to not startle him. She hesitates for a brief moment, before fitting herself against his back, wrapping her arms around his stomach and pressing her forehead to the nape of his neck.

She feels him more than she hears him shudder, and she kisses the skin above the collar of his shirt. He makes a humming sound, so she glances above his shoulder. He wordlessly mentions towards the fish tank.

“Got them a few days ago”, she explains, watching the fish too. There is something oddly relaxing, to watch the way they move. She wonders what it would be like, to be inside, mindlessly floating. Would it feel like being in a safe cocoon ? Or a cage ? “This is Mango”, she adds, pointing at the orange one, then the yellow one “and this is Pineapple.”

Tangerine snorts. Fawn can’t help but smile against his shoulder.

“I missed you”, she murmurs then, a quiet admission against his back.

He doesn’t answer. But one of his hands find hers, and gently takes it, placing it on his chest and his own hand above it, right against his heart, keeping it there. The tight line of his shoulders melts suddenly, and he seems to finally exhale, as if something unlocked inside of him. She can almost feel his heart beat beneath her fingers.

There’s something so comforting, so unbelievably soft about this, that she feels like she’s going to burst into a sobbing mess.

She presses her cheek to the skin of his nape, closing her eyes, and breathes with him.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

How Team Z members react to you telling them you like being tickled

Isagi:

"Huh...?"

His face goes up in flames and you're like ??? I'm supposed to be the flustered one here???

At first he's quite stunned (as in he's in absolute aww and can't take it), but once he eventually calms down he's excited to try out this newfound information.

Very fired up to find all of your spots, it's almost terrifying-

Bachira:

Bold of you to tell the one dude with a literal monster inside him.

"That means I can tickle you whenever?!"

Please he looks so excited at the mere thought, how can you say no to that??

Usually asks if he can tickle you, but sometimes he'll just yell "Tickle attack!" and just go ham.

"Your reactions are hilarious! We should do this more often~"

Chigiri:

"That so, huh?"

He seems pretty neutral about it, until he's not lmao

It's like tickle monster Chigiri gets awakened and he loves to chase you around

He'll give you a head start, only to then quickly catch up and just pounce.

"You like that?~"

Smug bastard. Will never let you live it down

Kunigami:

Finds it very endearing, but won't comment on it much as to not embarrass you even further

Now whenever he sees you're sad or whatever, he will tickle a smile onto your face like the hero he is

But will also tease you... like a lot. Won't hesitate to poke your sides or squeeze your hips as he's passing by.

His presence always keeps you on your toes

Gagamaru:

At first glance, you can't tell what he's thinking considering his never changing face (but that just makes him cute)

"So... that means I can tickle you?"

You wanted to die right there and then, but eventually you give a hesitant nod.

He's quick to try it out, and asks lots of questions too.

"Is this spot ticklish? What if I do this? Oh you snorted, then I must be doing a good job, etc."

It usually ends with you looking like a tomato

Raichi:

"Huh??? Why the hell you telling me that?"

He will never admit it, but finds it very adorable.

He'll make up whatever excuse he can to tickle you.

"Stay still. I gotta release my anger somehow~"

Enjoys making you shriek in happy laughter, but never pushes you past your limits.

Igarashi:

Cue evil 'lil gremlin face

"Well now I HAVE to tickle you!~"

Before you can react, you're a squealing pile of mush under his wiggly fingers.

"Haha! You're so cute! We should do this again sometime~"

K.O.

You both look forward to it

Kuon (fucking bitch):

At first, he's not sure on what to do with this information. Until he catches one of the other members tickling you and it's like grrrr ler mood grrrr

When you least expect it, he'll walk up behind you and slowly work his way around your tickle spots.

Your reactions only entice him to keep tickling you

"I'm not stopping anytime soon...~"

Naruhaya

The urge to call him Nakahara- (head empty, only Chuuya)

Anywayss, when you initially tell him he acts pretty cool about it, but it's all a font!

He will take it upon himself to jump on you whenever and wherever and just worm his fingers wherever he can reach.

And then walks away like nothing happened, while you try to process wtf just happened

Imamura:

"Aww really? So you like it when I do this?~"

His fingers are quick to explore your tickle spots, giving quick pokes and scribbles.

Now whenever he's bored, he'll casually ask you "So... are you in a mood?~"

And the moment you give him the ok it's bye bye sanity/pos

lemon:

Finds it really cute, and will tell it to your face

He doesn't try to tease you, but just can't help but gush about how adorable you are

Will always ask if he can tickle you and looks forward to finding new cute reactions

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Wildcard#3 Mephistopheles with an Angel!Mc

this piece belongs to this and has 885 Words and just saying I´m not to confident with the new characters, I feel like this turned into kinda angst?

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as much a Mephistopheles would love to lie and say he never would have expected to fall in love with somebody that isn´t a Demon would be a lie because as soon as he saw the annoying pile of feathers who is supposed to be the fourth exchange student from the Celestial Realm, he already developed a fondness for them and the longer he knew them the harder he fell for them

the worst of all was not only are they a fellow fan of Horses but they not only ran into his little Brother but also managed to impress him enough for his little Brother to ask him if he knows who they are and he hates the fact that his little Brother already like somebody Mephistopheles is interested in, which makes it even harder for him to act like he isn´t interested in them at all

and every time he sees them be nice towards somebody it get´s somehow even worse but it will never get so bad that he would tell them about his feelings, he won´t because who knows what others would think but them existing just makes it seem like nothing of this would ever matter… but! he won´t let such silly thoughts ruin his image a Demon of his social standing getting together with a Fallen Angel would be bad enough but an Angel? he doesn´t even want to imagine what it could mean for him and his family if anything were to happen and somebody would find out

and speak of the Angel and they shall appear, they waltzed into the Classroom with no care in the world they don´t even care they are to late for their project

he doesn´t know why but Diavolo asked Mephistopheles to stay after class and to meet Mc here because they need in Alchemy and were to shy to ask him personally and of course they would be! he is one of the best in his class after all and everybody should be happy to receive his help

“you´re late especially rude because I´m supposed to help you” they looked at him with confusion, don´t tell him they already forgot, this always happened with this ad- he means annoying pile of Fluff

“late for what? Diavolo just said somebody is waiting here to tell me something” he was shocked there is no way Diavolo tricked him? right? Right of course not they just don´t want to admit their shortcomings typical of them “Diavolo told me to help you study Alchemy but if you continue acting stupid you can just fail” they just seemed even more confused “but I´m good with Alchemy I´m literally the best in my grade”

“you must have no Pride at all to keep lying so blatantly to my face” now they are just annoyed at his antics, it´s clearly written in their face and they rummaged around their bag and pulled out a piece of paper and shoved it into his hands “look there it is blood on paper I´m the best in my grade” they looked a bit smug at this but he didn´t notice because what they said was true they were class best but why else would Diavolo ask him to get here into an empty Classroom with somebody he might fan…

Mephistopheles just now noticed that his interested in the Angel must have been a lot more obvious than he would have hoped it might have been is even Diavolo decided to get him together with them

“what´s with the look? You look like you just swallowed and entire lemon?” he couldn´t even hear them because he´s far more worried about who else might have heard

“there is no way anybody else could know, who knows what would happen if it comes out that I a Noble would fall for an Angel, worst of all one who matches me almost perfectly”

“ehm… Mephisto?” he still couldn´t hear them “no no I must be mistaken maybe Diavolo just mixed them up with another student, granted it would be a massive coincidence that it was the Angel he fancies but yes it mu-”

“Meph do you realize you are talking out aloud? because I just heard everything”

…

he feels like dying right now, he spiraled so far that he didn´t even notice that he just said this in front of the last person he would have ever wanted to hear this, they gave him a sympathetic look

“uh I think you have a bunch to unpack right now so I uh should just leave but before I go” they packed him by the shoulders and forced him to look into their eyes “listen I´m not trying to tell you how to life your life but in my honest opinion you should just be honest with yourself and do what you want and not just what is expected of you from others”

they left and he just stood there shocked not alone form embarrassment and the fact they were so close to him but also by what they said, it might take a while but he will keep their worse in mind and next time he blurts out his feelings it will be on purpose and somewhere much better and fitting to something so important

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Original Fiction

Wildflowers of Deliverance (three-part series)

Red, like my bleeding heart in your hand - 25k (complete--editing) novella prequel (the childhood years) - Follow Nash, his sister Jo, and his best friend Teddy in Deliverance, TN as they take on bullies and grow together, only to be ripped apart before they reach their potential

Blue, like don't forget about me - 60k (complete--editing) queer romance - Twenty years after Nash and Teddy lost touch, they reunite at a funeral and find all of the too-big feelings from childhood are still there, bubbling under the surface

Violet, like these delights - 50k~ (outlining) sequel to Blue - Jo's POV, coming of age in your 30's - Jo gets the freedom she thought she always wanted and finds, it kind of sucks actually

Woolen Hollow - Drafting Percolating - fantasy, magic systems, found family, accidental chosen one; a story about choice, family, and that weird forest kingdom girl who's obsessed with fortune tellers

Hot Air Balloon Town (working title - percolating) - In a small town famous for their hot air balloon museum and annual festival, a young woman decides she's going to break the world record for highest altitude in an open basket. However, the ghost in town is complicating things.

FanFiction

Spideypool (Peter Parker/Wade Wilson)

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) -- slowburn soulmates au where friendship is magic (or the one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots)

The Little Barnacle -- Peter panics and botches Wade's proposal by proposing first like the babbling disaster man he is. He also turned out hella aro and this was his choice.

GwenMJ (Gwen Stacy/Michelle Jones)

michelle.mp3 -- Michelle breaks up with Peter and retreats to her grandma's house in the country to lick her wounds and meets Gwen, her insufferable neighbor who also happens to be the drummer and songwriter who upended her perfectly adequate life and is apparently back for more.

Parkner (Peter Parker/Harley Keener)

*deep breath*

Freak Out 'Verse -- It starts with a kidnapping, evolves through a summer romance, and ends with a portal to another dimension, team dynamics, and... shit tits? am i reading this right? ...really? Yeah folks it says shit tits what the fuck

Peaches 'Verse -- It starts with Abbie and Harley. It starts with leaving. It ends with Abbie and Harley and Peter and May. It ends with a room and choosing to stay.

The Distance Between (You and Me) -- Harley struggles to get a grip on his PTSD while his kidnappers are still out there, the board of directors at Stark Industries are looking for any excuse to deny him his future right to inherit the company, and his "bodyguard" drives him up the fucking wall.

For the First Time, Eye to Eye -- Peter and Harley have a lot of shit to work through and Harley's family reunion (while they pretend to be boyfriends of five years rather than workplace rivals), is not the time or place. And yet...

Lemon Boy -- Post-Endgame (sorry) Harley takes in Peter as a roommate to help with expenses while he remodels his deceased uncle's house. Both grieving in their own way, they eventually learn to see the other clearly--through the mask and despite the barriers.

Parkner One-Shots

Heart (in hand) Home (in you) - 2.5k - Harley-centric sick fic

An Insignificant Problem - 1.2k - De-aged!Peter; Fed-up!Harley

Wouldn't Dream of It - 2.3k - Harley-centric alien goo induced trip down memory lane

The Human Kind - 3.7k - Spidey and Laddie play hide and seek :) (mind the tags!)

Undercover? I thought you said under covers... - 3.7k - what it says on the tin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Peter, no - 3.4k - Peter is an awful outdoorsman. Harley is in love with him.

Rhythm and Blues - 1.3k - Flash POV! He's stuck late at school and sees something he isn't supposed to.

No Need to Rush - 5.3k - It's simple: Harley loves Peter. Yet complicated: Peter loves Harley.

Second Chances for Second Guessers - 3.7k - Peter is a flighty little whimp afraid of falling in love

Pete, I'm Fake Drunk and Wanna Go Home - 2.9k - Peter needs a night off and Harley has a fool-proof plan to make him take one

The Devil is a Hopeless Romantic - 2k - tried to write angst. it's only okay

Completely and utterly devoid of sex appeal - 1.7k - Peter has the hots for Harley when he wears a certain outfit. Unfortunately it's his work uniform. And they work together.

Fake Romance Crap - 3.4k - sure he fake married me an hour ago, but do you think he likes me?

Apeshit - 2.1k - A Freak Out 'Verse one-shot written for the prompt: You know what, maybe they ARE tired of being nice. Maybe they DO wanna go apeshit.

adventures with hair dye and feelings — In Space! - 8.7k - 5 times Harley and Peter don’t kiss +1 time they do (in space!) Written for the combined prompts: 8) every single kiss so far has been a disaster but it's really funny and 46) don't have a one night stand with your coworker on the spaceship

Put in the Work - 54.7k - Rated M - fka the nasa au, now with minimal nasa (sorry). Harley built his whole life around two things: his daughter and his career at NASA. It's nothing but bad luck that he's laid off at the same time Hazel is pushing for independence. To cope, he falls back on his usual stress-relief, hotel sex with a hot stranger, but bad luck arrives in threes and it's definitely bad luck to fall in love with your one-night stand. If only he had a friend to vent to other than his sister, his daughter, and his strange quasi-friendship with Spider-Man via twitter…

Come on, take a joyride - 6.8k - 5 times Harley takes Peter for a ride +1 time Peter takes Harley

Free Pass - 9k - Rated E - a smutty New Year's Eve one-shot that got plot in it somehow...

another time, a difference place (I have loved you before) - ??? - In-progress (I'm posting as I go for once) - Endgame parkner fix it fic. Peter and Harley were together inside the soul stone. Unfortunately, neither of them remember anything and these frequent bouts of deja vu are getting weird.

Coming Up...

Baseball Smut - Rated E - parkner one-shot. Baseball uniforms are sexy, okay?

Your Mom Freaked Out - ??? - An addition to the Freak Out 'Verse that occurs sometime before the final scene of You're Freaking Out's epilogue. Harley gets blasted with temporal rays when Peter and Tony's time machine experiment goes wrong. It's just his luck that he wakes up handcuffed with Officer Benjamin Parker sitting at his bed side...

Not Spider-Man 4: Bring it on Home (working title) - ??? (LONG) - Gen fic (no romantic parkner), Harley-centric, trans ftm!Harley, canon compliant, post NWH - Harley built his own Iron Man armor and he uses it Robin Hood style to keep Rose Hill from blinking out on the map. Abbie thought she was helping by sneaking off to meet with reporter Betty Brandt and her photographer, Peter Parker, to shed some light on the dire situation in small towns like Rose Hill post-blip and the extremes people like her brother go to to keep people fed and healthy. But getting kidnapped is rarely considered helpful.

Spider-Man 4: Bring it on Home - ??? - Peter/Michelle - Sequel to Not SM4: BioH - Michelle POV (maybe with some Peter POV too--i'll decide when I actually get to writing it hah) -- Inspired by the events of Not SM4, Peter sets out to Boston get his friends back. Meanwhile, Michelle is trying to solve the mystery of why she and Ned have gaping holes in their memories. Ned has it worse than she does and has the therapy and medical bills to prove it, which is all the more reason for her to get to the bottom of this before his episodes get any worse. She's positive she could have solved it by now if not for the universe throwing constant distractions in her face--like the cute guy that recently started frequenting the shop where she works. And what the hell is Spider-Man doing outside of New York. One mystery at a time, Em. You'll figure it out. You always do.

We Were Gods (we were kids) - 100k~ - parkner childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to superheroes fighting on opposite sides to reluctant allies to lovers (this is the OG OG Blue like don't forget about me, back to its roots)

[upsilambic]

@squalodinoappreciationsquad This is for you! I took your answer to number 57 - Who is the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things into the cart? - and ran with it :)

(Some language warning because Squalo.)

Squalo frowned as the weight of the shopping basket on his arm increased dramatically. A quick glance in the basket and then up at his shopping companion turned that frown into a thin line of resignation.

"The hell is this, Cavallone?"

"It's a cantaloupe!"

"I know it's a cantaloupe! Why is it in the basket? It's not on the list."

"Smell it, Squalo," Dino beamed bright with earnest enthusiasm. He picked the fruit back out of the basket and inhaled deeply. "God, isn't that glorious!" Squalo dutifully smelled. Actually, he didn't have much choice in the matter as Dino had literally shoved the cantaloupe right up under his nose. To his eternal irritation, it did smell really good.

"...fucking transcendent. VOI, now get that out of my face!"

"I know! I think it must be perfectly ripe." Dino deftly ignored his partner's cranky-pants attitude and began tapping at the cantaloupe with his fingers. "I think they are supposed to make a certain sound when they are? Or maybe that's something else."

Squalo smirked and rapped a knuckle against Dino's forehead. "I think this one needed more time on the vine," he said dryly.

"So mean. Why do I put up with you?"

"Because I'm an amazing cook, and I was going to cook you dinner. But!" he interjected before Dino could say something sappy and sentimental. "The chances of that happening are rapidly approaching zero because we are clearly never getting out of here! Time is now melting together. I can't tell if we've been here three hours or three days!" They were so off schedule with Dino's constant wandering it wasn't even funny.

Dino couldn't help but laugh. "It's been 20 minutes." The laugh died a bit in his throat when Squalo shot him a glare. "Okay, more like 45. But you know, we really don't have a set timetable except for the one inside your head you are so determined to keep." Squalo looked ready to argue that point, but Dino bravely forged on. "You are right about one thing, though."

"I'm right about many things."

"You are amazing."

The compliment took Squalo by surprise and swept away a lot of his irritation. He blinked and sputtered something unintelligible before recovering himself. "I know. At least we can agree on that. Look, if you want the melon, fine. You're holding it though. I don't want it to crush what else we've got in the basket." On that note, Squalo lifted out a packet of cookies and raised an accusing eyebrow. "These are not-"

"-on the list. I know," Dino finished mildly. "They're lemon. They are your favorite," he wheedled. "I thought you might like them." They were indeed lemon and his favorite. Squalo heaved a theatrical sigh and put the cookies back in the basket. That was as close to a thank you Dino was going to get for being considerate.

"Where did you even pick these up?" Not to mention when. Squalo was annoyed with himself that he hadn't even noticed. Dino waved vaguely behind him.

"Oh, somewhere over there, I think." That earned him a flat look.

"It's like shopping with a toddler. I have to always keep an eye on you."

It was Dino's turn to shoot a knowing look. "Oh, I'm the toddler, Mr. Time is Melting Together?" If Dino was the toddler that needed constant supervision, Squalo was the over-tired one having a meltdown in aisle 3. Squalo scoffed and waved his free hand dismissively at that, but Dino could tell by the lack of arguing he had gotten his point across.

"I made that list for you so you could stay on track," reminded Squalo. "Do you even still have it?"

"Oh ye of little faith, of course I do." Dino patted down his jacket pockets, pulled out a receipt and quickly stuffed it away upon realizing what it was. He reached into a different pocket and pulled out the list, triumphant. "See?"

"If I had two free hands, I'd consider clapping. The point is that you are supposed use it."

"It's a very nice list. And I did start out using it." Dino paused and grinned sheepishly. "It's just that it's so easy to get distracted. There's so many interesting things. I don't know how you do it."

Squalo shook his head. This was shopping with Dino. This was just how it went. As exasperating as he could find it to be, he didn't exactly expect anything to change. "I take it back. You're not a toddler, you're a damn magpie." He grinned. "Unlike you, I know exactly what I want and how to get it. I'm not distracted by every bright and shiny thing that crosses my path."

"Really, though? You're telling me you never get caught up in distractions."

"Voi, that's what I'm saying!" Squalo's grin shifted into something more akin to a mild scowl. There was a pause as he quickly glanced around their immediate vicinity to make sure no one would notice before he bumped his shoulder against Dino's and muttered, "I've already got one distraction, idiot. I don't need any others."

Dino smiled warmly at that sign of affection. In Squalo-speak, that shoulder bump was tantamount to making-out in public. He leaned up against the display of oranges. "You know, speaking of distractions I..." but whatever he was about to say was lost in the moment. He was caught off guard by the sudden, stricken look on Squalo's face.

"Don't. Move, Cavallone." As realization began to dawn, Dino very slowly, very cautiously turned his head and look over his shoulder. They both watched in horror as a single orange jostled loose from the pyramid of fruit, tumbled to the ground, and came to rest at Squalo's feet. They held their breath. And waited.

After a few seconds, Dino exhaled and shifted. "Phew, haha. I think we're going to be -"

"Wait, Dino! NO!"

One orange soon became three which became the entire pyramid rapidly collapsing and cascading from the platform. Dino desperately tried to stem the tide with one hand as the other still held the cantaloupe all the while apologizing profusely to the store staff.

"Oh shi- I mean shoot. Gosh! Oh man. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Here, let me. Maybe I can...Whoa!" His foot had slipped on one of the runaway oranges, and he was losing his balance.

Before Dino could topple into the stand of limes, Squalo caught him by the elbow and carefully moved him away from certain catastrophe. He looked at Dino and then gave a curt nod at the staff. "We'll be going now."

"Now?"

Squalo raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Unless you plan on taking out the rest of the produce department." Dino rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah. Uh, no. You're probably right. We should go," he said to the great relief of the store. Dino managed a few more apologies as Squalo led him away. "So, did we at least manage to get everything on the list?

"No," scoffed Squalo. "But we sure got a hell of a lot of other shit."

"Ahhh..."

"It's a damn good thing I'm creative," Squalo huffed. "I'll make it work, no thanks to you." The rebuke left no impression on Dino who smiled easily in response.

"Come on, you know you love me. I keep things interesting." That earned him indelicate snort from Squalo and a light punch in the arm.

"Don't let that get around."

[angelasscribbles]

The Agreement Chapter 2: Texas

Series: The Agreement

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: MA, NSFW maybe, barely.

Warnings for this chapter: I mean, maybe a tiny bit lemon scented in one part

Word Count: 3,358

A/N: So literally no one asked for a follow up to what was supposed to be a one shot, and several people thought it was perfect the way it was but....🤷‍♀️ I had more ideas......

Shout out to @harleybeaumont for prereading, @21-wishes for listening to me rant about this and to @dcbbw for doing all of the above and selling me on an important plot point. (I'll list it at the end so as not to spoil anything here)

My other stuff: Master List.

They had been in Texas for just over two months when he walked in and found her crying.

Major changes had happened over the last two months, Texas had been good for them. He was happy. She was happy. But he had known from the beginning that their time here was temporary.

He buckled his seatbelt and looked over at his wife as the plane got ready to taxi down the runway. She looked nervous, apprehensive. He placed his hand over hers, “Hey.”

She raised her eyes to his questioningly.

He squeezed her hand, “It’s going to be ok.”

She gave him a genuine smile, “I know. You always make everything ok.”

His chest flooded with warmth. “I try. You deserve to be happy.”

“So do you.” She told him.

“You make me happy.”

“Do I? Really?”

Surprise spilled through him. How did she not know how he felt about her? “Yes! I love you, Riley, everything about you makes me happy!”

“You gave up your life to marry a woman who wasn’t in love with you. You’ve spent six years dealing with my shit when you could have been out there finding someone…better.”

“There is no one better!” He scoffed, “And it didn’t matter to me that you weren’t in love with me. I was in love with you and that was enough for me.”

“You know we can’t stay in Texas, right? I have a duchy to run.”

“I know.” He said carefully as his eyes studied her. He knew that eventually she would want to return to Valtoria, and Cordonia, and him.

Her eyes didn’t quite meet his, “I’m sorry. I know being a duke isn’t what you had in mind for your life.” She felt guilty that he had given up so much for her.

“Stop.” He said, “I don’t care about that. What I want from my life is being with you, whatever it looks like. That’s it.” He was in love with her, that was still enough for him.

Riley had bloomed in Texas.

She had bonded with Bianca.

“Oh, Bianca! This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen!” Riley cried delightedly as she held a slightly faded photograph of a two year old Drake standing on top of kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of superman underwear and a cape.

Bianca giggled as she drew Riley into a hug, “Don’t you think it’s about time you called me mom?”

She had charmed the ranch hands and townsfolk alike.

“So, this is the girl that got Drake Walker to settle down?” One of the elderly men who hung out in front of the feedstore gave her an appraising look. “Has anyone told you how wild this boy was back in the day?”

Riley smiled back, as she slipped her arm through Drake’s, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Drake is a perfect angel!”

The old man’s eyes crinkled good naturedly, “She lies for you, boy, better hold onto this one!”

“I’d give up my wild ways for a woman like that!” The younger of the two ranch hand’s that were with them muttered, then flushed deep red when he realized he’d been heard.

The older ranch hand shook his head as he hit the younger man in the chest, “Shut your trap and go load that feed onto the truck!” Then to Riley, “Sorry about that ma’am. Young’uns these days ain’t got no damn sense!”

“It’s ok, Ray, I’ll take it as a compliment, but thank you for defending my honor, sir.” Riley beamed at him.

Ray flushed a little himself as he tipped his hat and nodded his head in her direction.

She had taken a shine to his truck and cowboy attire.

When they climbed back in the cab of the F-250, Drake grinned at her, “Everyone you meet loves you, you know that?”

“What?” She laughed.

“It’s true. They can all see what I see. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to ever have you look twice in my direction, but I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you don’t regret it!”

“No, Walker, I’m the lucky one!” She leaned over and gave him a long, lingering kiss. When they pulled apart, she told him, “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look in that cowboy hat?”

“No.”

“Well you do.” She leaned across the console to whisper in his ear, “I’ve never done it in a truck before. Maybe after this feed gets unloaded we can drive down by the river and correct that.”

Drake rolled the window down and pounded on the roof of the truck as he yelled, “That feed loaded yet? Hurry your asses up!”

She had fallen in love with the livestock.

“Oh my god, Drake! These little goats have been following me around all day!” She sounded like a kid on Christmas morning.

He laughed, “Is that what you’ve been doing all morning? Walking around this pasture so the goats would follow you?”

“Maybe….”

She had communed with nature.

“This is beautiful.” She sighed as she lay on the green grass, head in Drake’s lap, watching the river ripple past.

“Yes, it is.” He agreed, never taking his eyes off of her.

“Why don’t we come here, more?” She asked, then fell silent when the answer presented itself her.

Drake didn’t respond. They both knew why. Because she had spent the last six years waiting for Liam instead of living her own life.

A shadow crossed her face at the thought of Liam.

“Riley-“

“It’s ok, we don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s make a promise that we come visit here at least twice a year, ok? No matter what. Just the two of us.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” He told her as he leaned down for a kiss.

He had always known the day would come when they’d have to return, that this was just an extended vacation. They both had duties and obligations awaiting them back home. But he had been determined to make the most of the time they had while they had it.

The break had been good for them both. Riley was different. Less stressed, more relaxed. She’d gone for long periods of time without seeing Liam before, but she’d been on edge, anxious about it, always checking her messages, hoping for a last minute change in plans that would allow them to see each other. She had tried to keep her schedule as open as possible.

Being in Texas with Drake was freeing for her in many ways. She knew she wasn’t going to see Liam, so she wasn’t waiting on his call, wasn’t obsessively checking her email, wasn’t wrapping her life around his schedule. She was beginning to see that a lot of her pain had been self inflicted. She hadn’t been living, she had spent the last six years just…waiting. She wasn’t waiting anymore, she was living.

She threw herself into Drake without the guilt and reservations she’d harbored in the past. She still loved Liam, those feelings hadn’t just gone away, but her love for him was slowly becoming a part of her life, not her entire life. And for the first time in a long time, she believed that happiness might be possible for her.

Plans and ideas for Valtoria bubbled through her mind with renewed vigor. She’d been going through the motions, attending council meetings and approving budgets, but it had been a while since she’d been truly invested in governing.

“And when we get back home, I want to start on that universal education initiative we talked about! Oh! And remember when you had that idea for a duchy wide set of hiking trails to interconnect all the parks and recreational areas?”

He nodded, fighting back a smile as he took in her enthusiasm, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Let’s do it! Why didn’t we do it before?”

The answer was that it hadn’t gotten off the ground because the week they were supposed to meet with the planning committee, Liam had an unexpected opening in his schedule, and she had canceled everything to run off and join him in Greece for a week. He didn’t remind her of that. He just shrugged, “I don’t know. But yes, I would still like to do that.”

She found new hobbies and rediscovered old ones.

“I’m going to miss our daily horseback rides.” She told him from atop her mount.

“Why?” He countered, “We have horses at home.”

“We do, don’t we?” Why had she stopped riding? Right, because she hadn’t wanted to be out of cell phone range in case Liam called. She felt like someone punched her in the gut as she realized that she had, over time, given up everything to be available to him on a moment’s notice. She sat up straighter in the saddle as she resolved those days were over, “Well, then let’s make this a thing.”

“Absolutely.” He agreed.

Riley found herself again in Texas. She came back to life.

Things were going well, and Riley was doing good. Their relationship bloomed, it no longer had guilt, shame or regret attached to it. It felt new, unencumbered, right.

“Let’s renew our vows!”

“What?” He laughed, “Why?”

“Because the first time wasn’t real!” She insisted.

He studied his wife’s face, “It was real enough to me. I meant every word I said.”

She felt a swoop in her stomach, “I’m sorry, Drake.”

“For what?”

“For all the years I didn’t see you. I mean, really see you!” Riley’s eyes had been locked on the best man when she’d said her vows.

He pulled her into an embrace, “Don’t apologize for that. You were in love with Liam. I knew that. I made my own choices and I stand by them.”

“I want a do over!” She insisted.

A smile tugged up the corners of his mouth, “If you really want it, I’ll do it. You should know by now; I’ll do anything for you.”

“I want to do this for you! So, do you want to do it here, or when we get back home?”

“I…don’t care. I would marry you a million times, anywhere, anytime you want.” His fingers traced down the side of her face.

“That’s what I mean, right there. You always make it about me. I’m asking what you want.”

He looked away as he fought to get his emotions under control. She wanted to prove something to him. He didn’t need it, didn’t require it, but it sent butterflies swirling through his stomach that she wanted to do it.

Plans and preparations for the recommitment ceremony were in full swing. Riley had been on the phone almost every day, reconnecting with friends she had blown off to make herself overly available to Liam, planning the ceremony, and getting the ball rolling on multiple initiatives back home.

They ate dinner with Bianca and Leona most nights, but sometimes they drove into town for dinner and dancing or a movie. When they first arrived in Texas, they had rented a hotel room and spent two weeks in San Antonio, exploring the Riverwalk, the Alamo, Natural Bridge Caverns, the Botanical Gardens and the San Antonio Museum of Art. They had spent a day at Sea World and another at Six Flags Fiesta Texas.

His favorite nights, though, were the ones at the ranch itself, the ones where he took her out to lay in the back of the truck bed, or on a blanket on the ground to watch the stars, or to run, laughing and splashing into the river, swimming naked under the stars and making love on the shore.

Their new life couldn’t have been going better. So he was surprised when he walked into their shared bedroom and found her crying. His stomach dropped like a rock as he hurried across the room to climb onto the bed with her, “Riley, baby, what’s wrong?”

She sat up and leaned into his embrace. She cried into his chest for a moment then lifted her head to look him in the eyes, “I…I’m pregnant.”

He went still for a moment as he tried to read her expression, “Okay….”

“Okay? That’s it?”

He smiled softly as he tipped her chin up, “A baby is wonderful news, but you’re crying so I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong. Aren’t you happy? I thought you wanted a baby?”

Liam’s baby, he thought to himself, she had wanted Liam’s baby.

“Brooks? Riley…” Drake sighed as he ran a hand down his face. “What did he do this time?”

“Nothing! Just….last year he said maybe this year but….” She turned away from him, her head in her hands, sobbing.

He sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms, “The baby thing again?”

She nodded as she leaned against him.

Riley and Liam’s original plan had been to start trying for a baby right away, on their honeymoon. But there was no marriage, so there was no honeymoon and no baby. Riley still wanted a baby and the draw toward motherhood became more urgent with each passing year. But the time was never right, according to Liam. Of course, Liam had his heir.

The man was his best friend, and Drake did understand the implications of a scandal of that magnitude but as the years went on, he was leaning more and more heavily toward the belief that Liam should either say fuck it to social propriety and give Riley everything she deserved, or give her up entirely so that she could heal and move on. And he’d told him as much.

It had only caused a fight.

But he was tired of seeing her hurt.

“You know….” He hesitated, unsure how his offer would be received.

“What?” She sniffled into his chest.

“I could give you a baby. I mean, if you wanted me to.”

Her tear stained face turned up toward him, “I…I can’t, Drake. Liam….”

He just nodded his head as she buried her head into his chest again, “It’s ok, I get it. But if you ever change your mind, the offer stands.” 

Her eyes held a mixture of emotions as she asked him, “Aren’t you going to ask me who’s it is?”

“Nope.”

“No?” She stared at him in bemusement, “You don’t want to know?”

“I already know it’s your baby, Riley. That’s all that matters. I will raise this baby as my own no matter whose DNA it has, if that’s what you’re worried about, and my ability to love a child isn’t conditional upon that child carrying my genetic material.”

The smile that broke out across her face lit up his world. “I was crying because I’m happy, Drake! And a little sad, for other reasons….”

It was bittersweet, the pregnancy, the fact that she was so happy about it and that she had put off motherhood for six years waiting on a man that would never be able to give it to her. She had mixed emotions about Liam still, but her feelings about this baby were pretty simple. She was overjoyed.

He hugged her tight to his body, “If and when you tell Liam is up to you. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“There’s nothing to tell Liam. I can’t be more than six weeks along. I got pregnant here. The baby is yours!”

And mine, she thought to herself. A child with Drake, not Liam. A child that was completely theirs, not an heir or a spare or Cordonia’s anything. A marriage, a family, a life that was hers, not something secret she was constantly competing for or stealing from another woman.

If the baby had been Liam’s, he wouldn’t have been able to claim him or her publicly, and she knew in her heart, that would have broken her. Watching Liam openly love his child with Madeleine while having to deny his child with her would have finished her.

Riley stood staring down at the pack of pills in her hand. She hated taking them. They made her nauseous, they made her irritable and they prevented the one thing she desperately wanted.

Riley wanted a baby, but Liam couldn’t risk the scandal. Not yet. Maybe next year. For six years, it had been maybe next year. But maybe she didn’t need Liam’s input. For the first time she considered what having a baby with Drake would be like. Why had she never considered that before?

She hadn’t considered it because of Liam. Liam would be pissed. But Liam had a child. Liam might not be able or willing to give her what she wanted, but Drake could, and would. She knew without asking, because he’d offered before. He’d watched her grieve as she had begun to give up on the idea of motherhood and he’d told her “I’ll give you a baby.” She’d said no. Because of Liam.

But Riley was done living for Liam. She had accepted that he would never give her a child, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have one with someone else. Why had she surrendered so much control over her own life? Liam hadn’t demanded it, hadn’t asked it. She’d just done it. It had happened gradually over the years. She hadn’t even noticed. She was noticing now, and she was done with it.

Riley Brooks was taking back her life.

She dropped the pills into the trashcan as she left the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Drake asked as his hand went to her stomach.

“Yeah.” She affirmed, as she placed her hands on top of his, “And I’m so glad it’s yours!”

He looked up in surprise, “You are?”

“Of course I am! Don’t you remember that night?” She asked.

A blush crept across his neck and spread up his face. He knew exactly what night she was referencing.

Riley lay panting on the bed as Drake lifted his head from between her legs with a smirk, “Someone liked that.”

“Shut up and get up here!” She tugged at his body to encourage him to move.

He kissed his way up her body before settling over her. He gazed down at her, enraptured, as her fingers ran through his hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She answered, “Now put a baby in me.”

“What?” Shock coursed through him.

“I want a baby; I want your baby!”

He hesitated, “Riley, are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Yes, I remember, but I didn’t think….I mean….I didn’t want to assume things and you were crying so I wasn’t sure….”

“Is it okay? You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” She asked with apprehension.

“What? How could you ask that? I meant it last year when I offered. A baby with you….I can’t think of anything better! What about you? How are you feeling about it?”

“I’m so excited! We can start prenatal care here and transfer records when we get back home. We’ll wait until after the vow renewal of course, but not too much longer, we have a lot to do back home to get ready! Which room do you think we should use for the nursery? Oh! We have to tell your mom and call Savannah! They’re going to be so happy! And Hana! And Max!”

And just like that, there was an expiration date on their little Texas interlude. Of course, he’d known from the beginning there would be.

“Hey.” He tugged on her arm.

“Yeah?”

“We’ll tell mom and Leona tonight at dinner, maybe get Sav on speakerphone. Or, we wait util the ceremony and tell everyone then.”

Riley’s eyes widened, “Oh, that’s brilliant! You’re a genius!”

He pushed her back and pinned her to the mattress as he smirked down at her, “I know. About damn time someone else saw it!”

“What would I do without you?” She beamed up at him.

“Let’s never find out!” He told her as he surged forward to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

“Never.” She murmured against his mouth.

And she meant it.

~~~~

A/N 2: Once I decided to have Riley fall pregnant, I really went back and forth between whose baby it would be....just when I decided to make it Liam's, @dcbbw pointed out how much more angsty it would be for Liam if Riley comes home pregnant with Drake's baby and she was right.

I originally thought having Liam's baby would help heal something in Riley but then I realized having Drake's baby would heal it better, because a baby with Liam would have her constantly comparing his love for his child with her child against his love for his child with Madeleines child, which I explored a little in the part where she realizes that seeing Liam claim Alexander while having to deny their child would break her.

I am not blaming Liam here, he is pretty much a prisoner to the crown, the court of public opinion, duty, obligation, etc. But the effects on Riley are the same nevertheless. He would want to claim the child, but could he? So it was time for Riley to have something of her own.

[kyratittyfish]

Anytime, Jeff

Inspired by the one word prompt "answer" Summary: Having a sentient AI as a copilot makes overworking yourself to exhaustion challenging. Note: EDI & Joker' platonic friendship's relationship is a purely platonic friendship. He's happily together with his Commander Shepard. Read on Ao3

Joker groaned as he stretched his arms, trying to loosen the knots in his sore muscles. Starting his shift four hours earlier than usual hadn’t been one of his greatest ideas, and eleven hours later his whole body was particularly keen on reminding him of why Chakwas always nagged him about moving around a bit during his breaks. Of course, he would have had to actually take breaks for that to happen. Which he didn’t. Outplayed you, mom. 

“Are you alright, Jeff?” EDI asked him. It still felt strange to hear her voice coming from the copilot seat rather than from her console hologram, but he was getting used to it. Especially since she loved to exploit her newfound mobility to wander around the ship, often returning to her post with a warm cup of coffee for him. 

“Yeah EDI, just peachy.”

“Are you sure? My sensor readings indicated you are experiencing physical distress.”

Her… sensor readings? “EDI, we’ve been over this. Keeping track of people’s bodily functions is creepy as fuck.” He squinted at EDI’s mech, wondering exactly how many information she was able to collect 

“I meant my optical sensors, Jeff. To put it in more colloquial terms, you look like shit.”

“Wow EDI, you sure know how to make a guy feel good,” he snorted. The AI – the woman, it was getting harder and harder not to see her as a person, and damn, one year ago that thought would have horrified him, but now it didn’t bother him at all – sure knew how to be blunt. A side effect “growing up” under his influence, most certainly. 

“I meant to say, you clearly look to be in pain, and I believe the amount of consecutive hours you usually spend in a sitting position are significantly to it.”

Joker sighed and massaged his shoulder. He hated to show his physical discomfort, hated to appear vulnerable, hated to give the world a reason to see him as weak. He didn’t mind it too much with EDI, though. He wasn’t certain she could even feel pity, and if she did, she certainly didn’t show it. What she did display, in her own peculiar ways, was that she cared about him. Their friendship was certainly unusual, but he was glad to have it nonetheless. 

“I’m just feeling a bit achy, that’s all,” he admitted. 

She cocked her head to one side and studied his face. “Perhaps you would benefit from some rest, then. I could take the helm until your next shift begins.”

“Rest?” he cackled, “I have two more hours of looking at buttons and occasionally pressing them before I can call it a day.”

“You took the helm four hours before the official start of your work period. Considering this, I believe nobody would complain if you left earlier.”

“I suppose so…” he hummed as he considered her offer. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

He would have thought it impossible for a robot’s eyes to lit up in amusement, but somehow, EDI’s did. “Jeff, I am literally the Normandy. I would be simply piloting myself. As you would put it –” she raised her hands to accentuate her next statement with air quotes, “easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Joker stared at her wide eyed for the couple of instants it took his overworked brain to process her answer. That was a combination of word he would have never expected to hear coming from a mech’s mouth. To be fair, up until not so long ago, anything else than “get on your knees, meatbag, and bow to your new synthetic overlords” would have fallen in the same category. How the times have changed. 

“Uh, in that case...” He swiveled his seat around and pushed himself to his feet, a movement that didn’t make his sore back too happy. Ok, maybe EDI and Chakwas had a point, not that he’d ever openly admit it in front of either of them. “Just… call me if you run into trouble, alright?”

“I will,” EDI promised. “I believe the human saying is ‘enjoy your nap’.”

He snickered and limped away, heart and mind already enthralled by visions of the warm sheets and soft pillows on his bed. Shepard’s bed, technically, although he’d spent most nights sleeping in it than in his own bunk lately. “That can do. And, uh, EDI –” he added, one foot already out of the door, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Jeff.”

[moonheavens]

snippet sunday!!

please ignore that it's monday I know no timely bounds (I fell asleep drafting this)

thanks for the tag @tortoisebore you always indulge my oversharing tendencies and ily for that (and those HS! snippets looked so good I cried a little so. thanks for that too you monster)

sharing something a little different this time - the opening bit of my provisionally titled "Remus just fully and wholly obsessed with anything Sirius does" WIP (aka Remus meets an old friend in a club and catches them up about his sexy long-term boyfriend, and the highlights of their relationship). SO. HERE GOES.

Remus Lupin knew fully well he was a weak, weak man when it came to Sirius Black – but at least he was self-aware about it. He hated clubbing. Hated the smell and the stickiness of sweat and beer, and getting pushed around by stumbling, drunk strangers, and the harsh beat of contemporary music. He loved Sirius much more than he hated anything else, though, and that’s how he found himself leaning over the balustrade of their (Sirius’s) favourite club with a strong drink in hand, staring down at the pulsating mass of bodies on the dancefloor below, his boyfriend lost somewhere in the faceless crowd. He’d much rather be doing literally anything else right now – working on his Paradise Lost essay, or lounging on the couch with Bean, their cat, or sleeping, or doing the Sirius in question, yet here he was. He hated clubbing, but Sirius had come home late last week after a night out with James and Marlene and accidentally woken him up. He'd wrapped himself around Remus’s back like an octopus, freshly showered and smelling of lemon body wash and coconut shampoo and home, pressing apologetic kisses and whispered apologies into the nape of Remus’s neck. Remus had turned sideways in his arms, all thoughts of sleep forgotten now that Sirius was home and safe and back with him, and offered up more skin for Sirius to press his lips to as he asked how his night had been. Sirius had complained that he’d missed his sexy tree of a boyfriend, lips pressed to the hollow of Remus’s throat, and batted his pretty, pretty eyelashes as he begged for Remus to join him next time. And how was Remus supposed to say no to that, really?

so. yeah. excited for this one.

tagging @athensmoon and @saintlupin bcs I know you're both cooking up something incredible and. GIMME!!!