#miles fixing his hair for alex

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

someone help them

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[captainwans]

IT’S MTV, YOU JUST GOT SLIMED!

— ALEX TURNER

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: y/n y/l/n graciously accepted her well deserved award from mtv, but little did she know that she was going to get slimed in the process.

warning: nothing but teeth-rotting fluff, humor, laughter and prankster!alex. this is chapter is based and inspired from scarlett johansson’s generation award at the mtv in 2021.

word count: 1,4k | ( gif not mine! )

arabella series!

masterlist!

... [Y/N] HELD THE MTV AWARD WITH BOTH OF HER HANDS, EYES LOOKING AT HERSELF FROM THE COMPUTER THAT WAS PLACED IN FRONT OF HER. She held a graceful smile on her delicate features as she sat crossed legged, waiting for the screen to load. She quietly mumbled what she was gonna say, completely oblivious of Alex standing at the end of room with a devilish smile plastered onto his face.

Since she couldn’t attend the awards and be there physically, she was given the opportunity to make a video due to filming overseas. She was currently joining Alex on tour, having a few weeks off before she was going back to filming her new movie. She was sat beside Matt’s daughter, Amelia, who had all of her art supplies sprawled onto the table.

“Auntie, is that real popcorn?” Amelia asked her, turning her head toward [Y/N] with a curious look.

Her question earned a lot of laughs, including the actress who softly laughed at the little girl. She ruffled her hair before squeezing her cheeks. “No, but I wish it was. Golden popcorn sounds delicious, doesn’t it, bug?” She replied back with a grin, making the little girl giggle as she went back to her drawing.

[Y/N]’s gaze averted away from the little girl toward her computer screen. Her heart fluttered, along with a swarm of butterflies erupting inside her stomach as the screen showed the live broadcast of the MTV Awards. She cleared her throat and fixed her hair, watching the countdown on the screen.

“While [Y/N] [Y/L/N] couldn’t be here with us physically, she’s here live with us right now to receive the award! Everyone, give it up for our favorite Marvel superhero, [Y/N]!” The host announced, and the actress smiled as she heard the crowd cheer from the computer screen.

[Y/N]’s smile widened, using her other hand to wave at the screen. “Thank you all so so much for voting! It marks almost 10 years of being apart of the MCU franchise, and having your love and support means the world to me!” She said with another bright smile as she held the heavy award tightly into her hands.

“Winning Best Actress two years in a row is something that I’m very honored and proud of, and I will continue to work hard and aiming for the best!” She continued as her eyes were glued to the screen, not being aware of Alex almost tip toeing behind her with a bowl of green slime placed into his calloused hands.

[Y/N] continued with her speech, being too focused to not notice everyone around her holding their breath as they watched Alex sauntering toward her with a grin.

Amelia noticed him and was about to say something, but stopped once she saw him placing a finger to his lips. She glued her mouth shut by placing her hands on her mouth. Her muffled giggles earned [Y/N]’s attention for a brief second, but she didn’t let that disturb her and went back with her speech.

Katie grimaced, sitting beside Jamie as the couple watched the spectacle in front of them. “He’s not gonna do it, right?” She whispered, looking at her husband with a look.

Jamie pressed his lips together to stifle back a laugh. He quietly snickered and nodded his head. “Oh, yes. Just watch.”

[Y/N] felt a presence standing beside her, but she ignored it as she was about to finish with her heartfelt speech to her fans. “Lastly, I wanna thank my wonderful cast members, and—“ she managed to say before her speech was interrupted by her audible gasp.

Nick and Miles doubled with laughter as they watched Alex pouring green slime on her. Amelia shrieked with laughter and grimaced, watching the ooze smearing down her face.

[Y/N] felt a sticky, cold and thick matter being poured on her head. She let the award hit her lap with a small yelp, feeling the heavy liquid trickling down her neck and she whirled her head to her husband.

“Alex, what the heck?!” She loudly chided. Her mouth bit back a curse word, noticing Amelia being in the room with them. She closed her mouth and furiously wiped off the slime from her face.

Alex, who was grinning like a child, inched closer to the screen, waving at the live broadcast before turning his attention to his wife. “It’s MTV, you just got slimed!”

Jamie face-palmed with a laugh, leaning his body against Katie, who was a mess from laughing. “Oh, Alex.”

The actress gagged and spit out the slime from her mouth before looking at him with an annoyed look. “That’s Nickelodeon!” She growled, trying to brush off the sticky texture out from her shirt but failing.

Alex looked back and forth from his wife and to the bowl that was placed into his hands. His face faltered for a moment and hummed as he realized. “Oh.”

His response earned another loud session of laughter. Matt and Breana captured the scene with their phones. Jamie and Katie were almost falling off the couch from laughing. Nick and Miles pointed their finger to the lead vocalist with a loud cackle, dying at his response.

[Y/N] was fuming and she mumbled incoherent things as she used her sleeve to remove the slime. She looked at the camera, giving them a tip-lipped smile. She heard the crowd going crazy at Alex’s appearance and she chuckled. Crimson danced across her cheeks and she felt blood rush through her ears, forgetting that they were live. “Well, this is gonna be all they’re gonna talk about on Twitter.” She told her viewers, waving to the camera before closing her computer.

[Y/N] felt him inch closer and she swatted his hands away at his attempt to remove the slime from her hair. “Don’t—Don’t touch me, Alexander.” She said in a stern voice, taking the towel away from his hands.

Amelia stood up from her seat and rushed over to her and grabbed the towel to clean her face. “Let me, Auntie!”

[Y/N]’s face softened at the little girl, closing her eyes as she let her do the work. She gently squeezed her hand, “Thank you, bug.”

Alex stifled back a laugh and nodded his head. He was trying so hard not to crack, and as much as he tried to hold it in he couldn’t. His chest vibrated from laughter and he slapped his knees before collapsing on the couch beside her.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, her lips curving upwards unknowingly at the sound of his laughter. She opened her eyes, meeting Amelia’s doe-eyes staring right back at her with a toothy grin, which she returned. Her gaze averted way from her toward the others, a small scowl etched onto her face watching her friends still crying and dying from laughter.

“Are you guys done?”

Miles wiped his eyes with his hand and cleared his throat, giving her an apologetic look. “Sorry, love, but you should’ve seen Alex’s face—it was memorable!” He said, his voice cracking at the end making everyone double with laughter.

Amelia was in [Y/N]’s arms and she shifted her body so that she was facing her. “You should give uncle Al a hug.” The little girl said, eyes tinted with slight playfulness and wiggling her eyebrows making the actress chuckle.

Alex’s head shot up toward Amelia, giving her a pout before quickly standing up from the couch. He let out another breathy laugh as he slowly backed away. “Oh, c’mon, Mia. Don’t give her any ideas.” He pleaded, grimacing as he watched her standing up from the couch.

“What a great idea, Amelia. Alex, honey, I forgive you. Now come here you deserve a hug.” She said with a sweet smile as she sauntered toward him with her arms wide open.

Alex cocked his head to the side, shaking his head with a deep scowl. “You know what, I think I’m good.” He brushed her off as he walked backwards and nearly tripping on his feet.

“You don’t want my hugs?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows, her lips turning into a downwards pout. She wanted to laugh at his horrified expression, watching as he used Miles as his shield.

“My hair is freshly gelled, I don’t want to ruin it. Darling, we have a show in a few—“ he excused behind Miles, who was still cackling, and bolted away mid sentence and ran to the door.

[Y/N] scoffed and sprinted toward the door. “Oh, so you’re worried about your hair?! I spend three hours on mine! You’re lucky I’m not divorcing your ass for this!” She yelled at him as she chased him.

“And I got all of this on camera!”

[roosterr]

guardian angel ✹ ch 3

note: this chapter gave me so many problems :') i have a love hate relationship with it. but anyway i hope yall enjoy :D

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k

your callsign is 'kilo 0-9', no use of y/n, no description of reader

summary: you're gone and the gang is scrambling to get you back. nikolai has someone to sink his teeth into, and he's prepared to get his hands dirty if it means getting you back

warnings: nik's pov, canon-typical violence, a bit of light torture, english speakers attempt at russian, nik being a bit of a dick

ao3

[two] || [four]

nikolai must be losing his mind.

"you lost the sergeant?"

he has to be, he refused to believe that you were actually gone. alex's words were still ringing in his ears, the stabbing pain in his heart when he heard through the radio fresh in his memory.

you promised you'd come back to him.

he curses – the higher powers, alex, even himself for letting this happen. he drags an incredibly stressed hand through his hair, thoughts running a mile a minute thinking about where you could be, what could be happening to you. it's been a long time, longer than he can remember, since he's had someone to care about; the two of you may not have known each other for that long, but being faced with the prospect of you not coming back, he feels a genuine twinge of fear in his chest.

"i tried to follow, but the gps signal went cold and i couldn't pick it back up," alex explains with his head in his hands from where he sits at the table. "i should've intervened, i should've done something."

"it's a little late for that, no?" nikolai seethes, shooting daggers into the back of alex's head from behind his sunglasses.

"i know," he's clearly wracked by the guilt, but nik can't find the means to care, the miserable tone of alex's voice only serving to aggravate him further, "i fucked up, i'm sorry."

nikolai tuts, stepping closer to where he sits. "why are you apologising to me? 0-9 is the one missing, not me." his voice drips with venom as he drops a hand onto alex's shoulder, roughly twisting him so they can glare at each other head on.

"enough!" farah’s voice breaks them apart, as she enters the room and comes to stand across the table from them, "arguing will not fix this. we don't have time to fight amongst ourselves." she fixes them both with a stony expression, but her uneasiness bleeds through the cracks.

"i'm sorry, farah." alex sighs, and despite not being able to see his face anymore, nik can tell he’s giving her a look comparable to a kicked puppy.

she shakes her head. "i had hoped 0-9 would have more sense than this," she says. her words ignite a new wave of red hot anger within nik, and he’s about to lay into her until she continues, "but that being said, i don't believe they would put themselves at risk like this for no reason."

nik pauses, his expression relaxing. "you think something else is going on?"

"i do." farah nods, crossing her arms over her chest with a serious look on her face.

"so, what's our move, commander?" alex stands up from his seat, making his way around the table to stand next to her.

"malika has the man you captured – the original buyer – in the interrogation room." she says, looking between the two of them, "we may be able to get something out of him."

"i can make him talk." nik growls, already stalking towards the door. as far as he's concerned, it's not a matter of if they can get him to talk, but when.

farah grabs his arm as he brushes past her, "nikolai–"

"i will not take no for an answer this time, commander." his had a dangerous tone, and his face a dark expression under his aviators when he looks at her.

he and the commander hold their stares for a tense moment, neither willing to back down. farah sighs, "...very well. but please, try not to kill him."

"of course." he replies, though it's not entirely true, he has no intention of killing him until he's sure they've gotten everything they can out of him.

"nikolai," farah holds him still as he moves to walk away, as if sensing unease. "we will find them." she tells him, a determined sound to her voice. nikolai huffs, a small lopsided smile pulling at his lips.

"i will not rest until we do."

✹✹✹

the heavy lock clicks as malika turns the key, pushing the door open and watching nik from the corner of her eye as he passes her. the room is bare apart from a table, covered by a cloth, and a single chair in the centre, where their prisoner sits with his hands and feet tied securely to the wooden frame. his head hangs, and nik can clearly see his body shaking with a pathetic kind of fear.

at the clunk of the door shutting and locking again, the prisoner raises his head, his expression hardening as he looks up at nikolai – an attempt to seem tougher than he is, which is, honestly, easier to read than a wide open book. for a moment or two, he simply leans back against the wall with his arms crossed, fixing the prisoner with a glare so cold it could freeze him.

"your name?" nik finally breaks the silence, causing the prisoner to startle with they way his voice cuts through the air. he flinches slightly and tries to disguise it by shifting in his seat, the wooden chair creaking under his weight.

"i– i'm not telling you anything." he stutters, the quake in his shoulders still very much apparent.

nik hums with a disarming thoughtfulness. he was scared, that much was obvious – no matter how desperately he tried to hide it – so perhaps it would be easier to break him than he'd thought.

"it's not you i'm interested in, you're simply collateral damage." he says, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the chair. he leans back as nik approaches, as far as his restraints would allow.

the prisoner pauses to think, seemingly having some sort of internal battle before responding. "...sergei."

"sergei," nik gives him a smile that doesn't come close to meeting his eyes, "tell me about the man you were meeting with."

"you– you're going to kill me, right?" sergei looks up at him, his expression more apprehensive than before. nik still has the false, almost mocking, smile on his face as he stares back down at his prisoner.

"if you tell me what i want to know, i will reward you with letting you keep your life."

"...you'll just kill me anyway." sergei mutters, avoiding nik's intense gaze.

"die now, or die later." nik leans down, unfolding his arms and leaning one on the armrest of the chair, invading sergei's personal space to make him squirm. "your choice."

"e– even if you let me go, there's no way baranov will let me live after–" sergei freezes, clamping his jaw shut with a distressed look on his face, and nik smiles. though tempting, he resists the urge to laugh at the obvious panic emanating from him.

"ah, now we're getting somewhere, sergei." he says, leaning back again with an amused expression. "so tell me, this baranov, where would he be now?"

sergei sputters for a moment, "i'm not– i– i won't talk." he finally hisses, the mirth in his voice no match for the desperation in his eyes.

"дружище, you already have. you think this will help you? would your comrades protect you the same way?" nik leans in closer again, a sneer on his lips, "ребёнок, i apologise."

"…what?"

"i apologise," nik repeats, the faux sympathy absent from his voice and replaced by a seething venom. "i let you think you have a choice."

without warning, he pulls back his arm and delivers a fierce and satisfying slap to sergei's face. his head whips to the side, drawing a pained grunt from him as he reels from the blow.

"fu–uck you." he spits, rolling his neck grimacing at the feeling of blood falling down his face from the fresh cut on his cheek. "you'll never find them or your soldier."

"is that so?" nik scoffs, dry and clipped as his patience wears thin. he stands back up straight, looking down his nose at sergei with a disdainful glare. "then it's also true that your little friends will never find you – though i doubt they would even look."

"...fuck you."

"they allowed you to be captured so easily – it's like i said earlier, you are simply collateral damage."

"shut the hell up!" sergei yells, lurching forward in his restraints and baring his teeth, "your moron fucking foreigner is probably missing their head by now! i bet they died wondering why you didn't save them."

the mention of you has nik seeing red, his blood practically boiling under his skin as he watches sergei insult you. it was a rookie mistake to let him get under his skin like this, but he would be damned before he let someone disrespect your name – especially in front of him.

nik lifts his boot to sergei's chest, effectively shutting him up for the moment, and with all the anger building inside him he shoves his body backwards, toppling the chair over and sergei along with it. his head makes a sickening thud when he hits the stone floor, the choked whine that leaves his throat the only indicator that he was still conscious.

nikolai smiles again, a little more genuinely this time, and steps around to stand at his side. he crouches, watching the dazed look in sergei's eyes melt into fear, and plants his boot firmly on his sternum.

"i will give you one. last. chance." nik growls, leaning more and more pressure onto his chest with every word, "tell me where my sergeant is, or i will make you beg for death."

"g– go f–uck yourself…" sergei coughs out, pulling his lips into a faint, defiant smirk.

"then we'll do this the hard way." nik sneers.

he stands, making sure to put the most weight on the foot pinning sergei, and makes his way over to the table in the corner. lifting the cloth covering it, he glances at the various tools and weapons laying in front of him. he considers all the ways he could make his prisoner bleed, slowly claw the answers he needs out of him and make him pay for how he spoke about you.

after some deliberation, nik settles on a rusty pair of long-nose pliers, replacing the cloth over the table as he turns back around to where sergei still lays helpless on the floor.

a moment passes, serving to make him even more uneasy in the silence, before nik stalks back to the middle of the room. he leans over the chair, his furious gaze piercing through sergei, and pulls it up by the armrests.

sergei's head drops forward, and he lets out another pained groan, but nik ignores his discomfort and roughly yanks his head up with a hand on his jaw. he squeezes tightly, and as sergei opens his mouth to whine again, he clamps the pliers firmly around one of his teeth.

sergei's eyes fly open at the sensation, feebly trying to shake his head in nikolai's grip. "wai– no, no no– i'll talk, i'll talk!" he sputters around the pliers, struggling in his restraints as he attempts to lean away from nik.

"then speak." he gives the pliers a sharp tug, stopping sergei's writhing and drawing another pathetic whimper from him.

"the– the meeting– it was a setup," he begins. nik lets go of his tooth and moves his hand to his throat, pulling back slightly and gesturing for him to continue. "they screwed us over – a while ago, back in russia – so baranov set the meeting up as a trap…"

a cold sense of dread settles over nik; the same feeling that had pierced his heart when alex first broke the news of your disappearance. there had been a spark of hope when farah had allowed him to question sergei, but that had been quickly snuffed out by what he'd pried out of sergei.

the hand around his neck subconsciously tightens as he processes sergei's confession. not only had they known who you were from the very beginning, but the intel you'd gathered and going undercover to catch them out – it had all been a part of their plan.

sergei lets out a choked cough, "i– i just work for him– i was just following orders, i swear!" he gasps, desperately trying to draw in a breath through nikolai's iron grip.

with a sharp click of his tongue, he releases sergei's throat, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt and giving his head a shove for good measure as he turns away. sergei's pleas and begging are white noise to nik as he throws the pliers on the table and knocks on the door for malika to let him out.

he'd have time to take his anger out later; for now though, his focus is solely on finding you and, most importantly, bringing you safely home to him.

[04mxfutbol]

New Year, More Love (Alex Morgan x Reader)

A/N: Happy New Years! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it (:

“Alright you’re dismissed.” Casey announces.

You grab your bag as you head to your car. A meeting when you’re supposed to be on break is not something you were thrilled about.

“Y/N!” You hear someone shout which makes you turn around. A smile on your face as you see it’s Naomi.

“Hey Nay what’s up?” You ask as you grab her bag for her.

“What are you doing for New Years?” Naomi asks and you bite your lip trying to think what were you going to do.

“Probably stay home and cook dinner?” You say and she smiles.

“I’m going with my family to eat but some of the girls will be meeting at some rented house for a party if you’re up to it.” Naomi says and you smile.

“Yeah I think I’ll drop by, just let me know the address and time. Alex had told me about but I completely forgot about it. I’d prefer to go wherever it is instead of being by myself really.” You say with a chuckle.

“Great! See you there Y/N/N.” Naomi says and you smile.

“See you their Nay.”

You help put her bag into her car and walk to your car, setting your bag down and drive to your apartment.

Meanwhile in Naomi’s car, Naomi was sending the last minute invite to you. Quickly after that Naomi had to call someone.

“Hey Al, just talked to Y/N again. She had forgotten about it but she’s going so she’ll be there.”

“Great thanks Nay. See you there.”

“See you there Alex.”

You walked into your apartment, going straight to the shower as you somehow felt that a simple meeting felt like you ran twenty miles. You grabbed your speaker as you played some music as you showered and got ready.

“Some people want it all but I don’t want nothing at all, if it ain’t you baby.” You shout as you massage the shampoo on your scalp. “If I ain’t got you, baby!

You dressed up nicely, but not too over the top, casual and comfy for your comfort. You looked at the time, 7pm.

Reading over your messages. You see one that popped up. One that really interested you.

Alex: Nay told me you’ll be there. Can’t wait to see you! (:

Were you crushing on Alex? Big time. And you knew that. Were you hopeful it could ever happen? Absolutely not.

You grabbed the nearest pillow as you screamed into it and flopping down onto the bed.

“I hate this” You whisper to yourself. “Hopeless.”

You got back up, fixing your hair and your clothes. Putting on some of your favorite pair of Nike shoes. You walked out of your apartment and headed towards the party.

“She’s coming right?” Alex asks Naomi.

“She’s right there.” Naomi whispers as they both peak through the curtains. “Told you she’d come.”

“You are a lifesaver Nay.” Alex says as she kisses the top of Naomi’s head. “I owe you big time.”

“Just make sure you make a move already okay? I had to convince her to come to this.” Naomi says which makes Alex laugh.

“We’ll see.”

“I call dibs on being maid of honor.”

“We’re not even a thing yet Nay and you’re already thinking so far into the future.”

“Hey anything can happen tonight. It all begins tonight.” Naomi says with a smile. “Go get her.”

A knock on the door ends the conversation between the two as Naomi goes to open the door.

“Hey! You made it! Glad you’re here Y/N. Come in.” Naomi says and you smile as you walk inside with a pack of beer.

“Hey everyone.” You say as you awkwardly wave at everyone who’s in the room. “Sick beach house.”

“That’s what I said! Come on I’ll show you where the food is I’m sure the girls should be there too.” Naomi says and you nod your head.

Naomi leads you to the kitchen, loads of food on the counter.

“Damn who cooked? I just brought beer.” You say a little embarrassed as you hadn’t brought any food.

“Oh no beer is good.” Naomi says and you nod. “Anyway come on the girls should be outside since they’re not here.”

“Hey Al.”

“Hi Y/N, beautiful night isn’t it?” Alex asks and you hum.

“Yeah. Beautiful.” You say as you look at Alex who’s looking out to the ocean.

“Any new year resolutions?” Alex asks you.

“To visit my family more often. Love more, or I don���t know something like that.” You say with a small shrug. “You?”

“Same, to love more.” Alex says and you hum. “If I weren’t so lazy I’d go jump in the water.”

“If I weren’t so weak I’d probably take you and throw you in the water.” You say chuckling.

“Mean.”

“You love me though.” You say as you nudge her.

“I do.” Alex says and you smile.

Alex held back wanting to tell you that she did in fact love you, more than you knew, but she didn’t, she held back.

You and Alex sat down in the second floor balcony, watching the waves crash.

“Beer?” Alex asks and you nod.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you?” Alex asks.

“Good. You know how life is these days, seems like time goes by so fast. How’s your family?”

“Great they’re great, you know my niece keeps asking for you. Asking when you’re going to show up for another party.”

“Well I guess we’ll see.” You say with a smile. “How are you Al?”

“I’m doing good, training as much as I can. You know work never stops.” Alex says and you hum. “How’s your family?”

“Pretty sure my parents are on a vacation? Honestly I haven’t been able to visit them in a while but they’re doing great.”

“Good. That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah.”

You both stayed silent, the waves being the only sound. You turned to look at Alex again who’s still looking at the beach. God she looked beautiful.

“It’s almost time guys!” Naomi shouts. “Come inside!”

“We’re going.” You say as you stand up from the balcony and helping Alex up.

“To a new year.” Alex says as you both walk back inside.

“Ten.”

“Yeah a new year.” You say softly.

“Nine.”

As you both go back downstairs you instead head outside the front door.

“Eight.”

“Y/N?” You hear Alex say and you continue going out the door, leaving the door open as you exit.

“Seven.”

“Al where’s Y/N?” Naomi asks as she searches for you.

“Six.”

“She went outside.” Alex says and Naomi sighs.

“Five.”

“Do it already.” Naomi says. “You have to, she’s clearly into you like you are into her.”

“Four.”

“I’m scared.” Alex says and Naomi’s pushes Alex towards the door. “What if she isn’t?”

“Go! I swear if you aren’t each other’s New Years kiss I will in fact do something about it.” Naomi whispers, looking at Alex then looking at you. “Believe me and just do it.”

“Three.”

Alex runs outside to find you as you take a sip of your beer, looking out to the ocean.

“Two.”

Alex takes a deep breath as she grabs your hand, turning you around as she looks into your eyes.

“I like you.” Alex says before she grabs your shirt and pulls you in for a kiss.

“One. Happy new year!”

You both pull away, eyes closed. After a few seconds you both open your eyes. A smile on both your faces.

“I like you too.” You say as you lean in for another kiss. You pull away again, foreheads resting against each other.

“Happy New year.” Alex says and you let out a chuckle.

“Happy new year. What a damn good way to start the year.” You whisper making Alex laugh. “Come on let’s go sit on the beach and watch the fireworks.”

You ran back into the beach house to grab a blanket and ran back out, you set the blanket down on the sand for you both to sit on.

You were the first to sit as you spread your legs, you looked up at Alex patting the spot in between your legs for her to sit. Alex smiles as she places herself in between your legs. You smile as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her cheek. You both looked up at the fireworks in the sky, embracing each other.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Alex asks and you turn your head to look at her.

“You can.” You say with a smile.

“Great.” Alex says smiling, she looks at you then your lips as she pecks your lips. “Hey our resolution has already begun.”

“Good for us then Al.” You say with a laugh. “New year, more love.”

“More love.” Alex says with a smile.

Neither of you noticed that just behind you was Naomi, smiling ear to ear as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, taking a quick picture of you both.

Naomi was right, and she was lucky to have been part of the beginning of a beautiful relationship. The picture she had taken was one that would never be forgotten by any of you.

Naomi was right about one other thing, it was only the beginning and it all began tonight.

[frost-queen]

For the picking (Reader x Nikolai Lantsov)

Requested by: @lareinaa007 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @evilcr0ne

Summary: I altered the storyline a bit I think cause I haven't read KOS yet sorry. Reader is one of the potential brides for the King. She doesn't like him, thinking he is stuck up for bringing all these princesses here to pick from. After he saves you from drowning, you have a heart to heart by the fireplace.

Wheels toggled over the gravely road. Picking up dust with it’s speed. Carriage wobbling around as those inside got shaken. You sighed annoyed spreading your arms to held yourself in place. – “Only a few more miles.” – One of your father’s loyal servants said. Practically his right hand, signed to accompany on this trip of potential marriage with the king. The wheel hit a rock, bouncing you up in the carriage. You landed back down, tiara moved forwards on your head.

It made you groan loud puffing some hair out of your face. – “You’ll have plenty of time to fix yourself once we arrive.” – he spoke adjusting his gloves. As if not effected by the rough terrain. You reached for your tiara, pulling it out of your hair. The second you raised it up, he clicked his tongue waving his finger in disagreement. – “It is already ruined.” – you puffed out. He gestured for you to set it back down.

“Do you truly wish for the king to see me like this?” – you mocked with a sarcastic smile. He cleared his throat making you roll your eyes. You set the tiara back down, handling it as best as you could around it. Tugging some loose strays aside as best as you could. Exhaling deep, you leaned back against the seat with your arms crossed. Osmo sighed briefly. – “Perhaps you could admire the view?” – he suggested with a gesture at the outdoors.

You brought your chest up a bit, taking a peek outside. Nothing but the same boring old road in sight. – “No thank you.” – you answered letting yourself fall back. Osmo sighed again pinching the bridge of his nose. – “Princess you have to work on your enthusiasm. How do you expect the king to pick you with this attitude.” – he said. You raised your eyebrow quick. – “Perhaps that is my goal.” – you answered with a sneer. Osmo straightened his posture, folding his hands together on his lap.

“Princess I hope I don’t have to remind you of your duties and the stakes?” – Osmo narrowed his eyes, mimicking a glance that reminded you of your father’s scowl. You sighed out obediently. – “No, I have not forgotten why I am here.” – you told him pulling your glove by your elbow a bit up. – “Meet the King, seduce him, become Queen and live an unhappy marital life with a king who chose me for simply how I look or how pretty I talk.” – you declared making Osmo clear his throat in disagreement.

“Princess!” – he slightly rose his voice making you raise an eyebrow. He apologized with a deep sigh only a father figure could. – “I am well aware of your disproval of this potential marriage but think of your duties. Think of our people, think of the alliances it could bring. Our lands are being threatened by Grisha. We cannot fight them.” – Osmo declared hitting you with regret and remorse.

“You are right.” – you answered folding to your duties. – “It doesn’t mean you should like it, but please try to see all the good from it.” – he reached his hand out to take yours. – “For our people.” – he gave your hand a good squeeze making you smile faintly at him. Having Osmo around was both a curse and a blessing. A curse for he would make sure you offer yourself to the king, not giving you any chance at escaping. A blessing for you had known him your entire life.

He had been there ever since you were born. Whenever father was busy with his duties Osmo would take the time and either entertain you or calmly tell you that now was not a good time to disturb your father and that he would make sure he’d come see you after. If there should by anyone by your side right now, it should be him. Your father’s most trusted friend and advisor. Osmo let go of your hand, turning his attention to a little notebook he pulled out of his pocket. You took a deep breath, looking outside. Your doom approaching closer as you saw the waters in the distance.

Once where the fold was far behind you. The carriage came to a stop by the castle. Osmo got out first, offering you his hand as you stepped out. The sight of many other eligible princesses, you swallowed nervously. – “There are so many.” – you whispered to Osmo who placed a hand on your lower back. Perhaps to keep you in touches range so you wouldn’t run. He guided you closer to the slowly growing larger crowd of princesses and their guardians. Some were personal maidens as others were captains of the guard. A few lords with a high status within the inner circle as you recognized the pin clipped on their uniform.

Each and all likeable in their own way. Osmo pushed you closer to a girl in a red dress. She glanced briefly to you with a whiff of attitude. It made you roll your eyes. – “Don’t pay attention to them.” – Osmo whispered to you. You coughed loud, waving your hand in front of you when a girl walked passed consumed by an overwhelming perfume. – “How can I not.” – you coughed out as the sensation tickled your nose. Osmo simply gave you a stare to not be so dramatic.

It made you shrug your shoulders as another carriage came to a stop at the castle. Osmo furrowed his brows, taking out his pocket watch. You peeked curiously at the time. He tugged it away once more, clearing his throat. – “What is it Osmo?” – you asked seeing him trying to overlook those standing before him. – “Why are we not greeted yet? Brought inside? Where are the king’s manners?” – he mumbled to himself. You didn’t agree mostly with Osmo, but now you were wondering it too.

“Perhaps he has already found a bride and we are simply gawking here catching flies.” – you said with a chuckle. Osmo sighed loud at your foolish attempt of a joke. – “I’m sure it won’t be long till the King comes and greet us.” – he answered. Looking around you noticed some others were getting suspicious of this unusual greeting. Perhaps he had forgotten he had invited so many eligible princesses from all around in the hopes to find a wife among them.

You were about to convince Osmo to leave as nothing was budging when the large doors opened slowly. In the midst of it appeared a figure in a blue uniform. You stared questionable at him as he stepped through the doors, clasping his hands together. A cocky smile on his lips. – “Princesses.” – he addressed rubbing his hands together. Some giggled at the attention of being addressed. – “It is an honor to all see you. I hope your travels have been well.” – he said as you immediately got from it that he was King Nikolai Lantsov. Some princesses answered.

“It has been well, your majesty.” – a girl in a green dressed dropped into a curtsy. Nikolai smiled pleasingly at all the attention. He clapped loud in his hands startling a few girls. – “Let us get to know each other. If you would all follow me.” – he gestured with his hand behind you. You and many others turned to see what there was. The king walked amongst the princesses as they made way for him to lead the way. – “Your majesty… are we not being welcomed inside?” – a bold one dared to ask him as she strutted beside him.

Nikolai smiled. – “You are all to be welcomed, just not inside.” – he gestured once more for everyone to follow him. Osmo nudged you to follow the king. A princess puffed loud beside you. – “He’s taking us outdoors. Doesn’t he know this weather is making my skin humid.” – she whined out pulling her gloves higher up than possible. The servant she was with started fanning her. The kings intention of meeting outside wasn’t much appreciated.

Many princesses were huffing and puffing at the hike they were forced on. You looked at Osmo with a glance how foolish this was. Osmo tried not to sigh loudly at that. – “He’s maybe an alternative type?” – he whispered to you not sure what to say to this idea. You hummed mockingly in agreement. You sighed loud at the sight of the sea. Nikolai smiled presenting everyone with his ship. – “Let’s all get on board.” – he said happily as some princesses groaned. – “Is this why we hiked almost through all of Ravka for a ship?” – you heard someone complain. – “My feet hurt.” – another one complained.

Osmo placed a hand on your shoulder. – “He’ll never pick them with their whining. The chances are growing in our odds.” – he told you making you roll your eyes. Even now he still only thought of your duty. All of you board his ship with the help of him. Nikolai was waiting at the top, offering his hand to every princess to help them on his ship. Osmo bowed to the king as he got on, helped out by one of the crew. You were just behind Osmo when a hand got practically shoved in your face.

“Princess.” – he said ever so sweetly it made you nauseous. You kept your hand by your side not needing his assistance. Certainly not from such a bloated king. Nikolai furrowed his brows when you ignored his hand attempting to get on it yourself. He saw you struggle a bit, placing his hand on your lower back. – “Allow me to help you.” – he spoke taking your elbow as well. With a shove, you pushed his hand off you. – “I can assist myself!” – you called out. Nikolai moved his hands back watching you try to get up.

“Are… are you sure you don’t need any assistance?” – he asked as you looked over your shoulder to him with a glare. The king swallowed laying off. Osmo came to the rescue pulling you on board. – “Don’t.” – you told him before he could give you a lecture. Osmo simply sighed deep as if once again unable to handle an untamed daughter. You joined the others gathering around on the ship. Once everyone was on board, got you lined up. Your guardians standing a few paces behind you. Nikolai went down the line, greeting each and every one in person. You puffed loud with a roll of your eyes.

How conceited you thought he was. This wasn’t a marital allegiance; this was a fair where the best looking animal got picked out to win a prize. You felt like a toy waiting to be possibly picked up by the king who wants to play with it. You heard Osmo clear his throat behind you, making you straighten your posture with a sigh. You couldn’t hide it away. You didn’t want to be here and it kind of showed. The king was nearing you as you tugged at your gloves. Nikolai said his goodbyes to the princess as his eyes met up with yours. He stepped to the one beside you, yet his eyes rested on you. You ignored his stare too stubborn to give him any attention.

Nikolai started speaking to the girl beside you but with haste. He didn’t take his time as he did with others. He took her hand, pressing his other hand on top of hers. He then moved on to you. – “Your majesty.” – you said dropping into a curtsy. – “I’m glad you have made it aboard my ship.” – he answered with a chuckle.

You found him anything but funny. Wanting to have this greeting over as fast as possible you introduced yourself. – “Princess Y/n.” – curtsying again. Nikolai whispered your name in repeat with a smile. – “Tell me Princess Y/n what are some of your likes.” – he asked making you snort loud. He raised an eyebrow with a funny smile. – “Am I that amusing?” – he replied chuckling. You favored him with a sarcastic smile. – “Is this the base you will find a wife upon?” – you asked him without any shame. Nikolai’s funny charade dropped. You clasped your hands together between the folds of your dress. – “Tell me my king am I pleasing your choice with my beauty or has this gathering given me the wrong impression?” – you leaned a bit closer to him with a big smile.

You could practically hear Osmo restrain himself from strangling you there and then. Nikolai chuckled nervously. You dropped into a curtsy letting him know to move on. He cleared his throat moving on, yet his eyes lingered on you. You caught him staring, trying not to give in to it. Once the King had spoken with every princess, the line scattered. Small groups of princesses got formed as the King mingled from group to group. You stood a bit aside with Osmo near the railing. Osmo sighed deep pinching his nose bridge.

“Y/n! Honestly did you truly have to make such a fool of the King?” – Osmo scolded with disappointment. You swallowed nervously, knowing he only used your name when he was truly cross or disappointed with you. – “There is too much at stake. Can’t you for once put your pride aside. These prejudices against the King have to stop.” – he told you.

You lowered your gaze, shoulders untensing. – “My apologies Osmo.” – you said softly. You never liked it when he was cross with you. The feeling burning hard through your veins. Osmo took a deep sigh grabbing onto the railing. – “This isn’t a game Y/n.” – he said looking up to the blue skies. Barely a cloud in sight. – “When will you grow up and take up your responsibilities?” – he breathed out as his words cut you deep. Blinking quickly you hoped to keep your tears at bay. – “I…I…” – you started wanting to apologize when Osmo tapped the railing hard. – “I’ll go fetch you a drink. Remain here.” – he spoke out taking his leave before you could finish your words. – “I’m sorry.” – you whispered out.

Grabbing onto the railing you exhaled loud. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a dazzling figure approach. The princess who had stood beside you in line was smiling rather wickedly at you. As if she had a devilish plan in her head, still debating to give in to it or not. You straightened your posture to her. – “Yes?” – you asked direct as she giggled amusingly with a hand on her chest. – “Why are you here?” – she asked bluntly. – “Same as you.” – you answered with a gesture. – “To woo the king in marrying one of us.” – you replied with little intention to mock her. She scoffed loud. – “Is this a joke to you?” – she called out crossing her arms.

“Why are you here when you are clearly not interested.” – she said loud untangling her arms again. – “Forced?” – you replied with a shrug of your shoulders. The princess turned her head seeing the King look your way with a certain glance in his eyes. It made her grit her teeth. You weren’t even trying yet it seemed the King was interested in you. – “Unfair!” – she suddenly called out giving you a little shove. – “Hey!” – you called back in shock. The moment she saw that Nikolai was occupied in a conversation she grabbed you by the arms. – “Let me go!” – you said trying to break free.

“You don’t deserve the King.” – she grunted out pushing you hard against the railing. With a bit more force was she able to toss you overboard. You lost your balance, toggling over the railing into the cold waters. A splash washed up when you hit the water. The splash caught everyone’s attention. Nikolai’s gaze flashed in your direction immediately spotting you were gone. He quickly pushed some people aside wanting to reach the railings fast.

Grabbing the railing hard, he stared over it down to the waters. The vibration of the water letting him know something had disturbed it. He didn’t hesitate to jump after you. There were loud gasps when Nikolai jumped over the railing into the water. Your head emerged above the water, sputtering out water. Waving your hands around, you felt yourself sink more at the weight of your dress. Your head went under again, water clouding your vision. – “Princess Y/n!” – Nikolai called out swimming over to you.

The moment you went back under, he took a deep breath, going under. The water was cold, colder than he expected, yet it didn’t stop him. Underwater he saw you sink deeper into the emptiness of the waters. Nikolai swam and dove down after you. He scooped his arm around you, kicking his feet to change his position under water. Head upwards, he started kicking his feet to reach the surface. He felt the weight of your dress in his arm, but despite it he didn’t let go. His breath was nearing as he needed to breath fast. His head emerged above water, gasping loud.

Your head came above water too as he wiped his hand over your cheeks in a useless attempt to dry you. – “Princess Y/n. Princess Y/n can you hear me?” – Nikolai spoke staring desperately at you to give him a sign of life. Your chest spasmed as you coughed up water. Nikolai straightened your posture a bit so you wouldn’t choke. – “Thank the Saints.” – he breathed out brushing his thumb against your cheek.

You slapped his hand away, teeth clattering. – “Get me out of the water!” – you called out, seeing the spectacle from above. Nikolai noticed them as well, nodding. He helped you swim closer to the ship where you both got helped back on the ship. Water drenched the deck where you stood, dripping from down your dress. Osmo dropped his drink at the sight of you drenched. – “Y/n!” – he shouted running up to you. Nikolai snapped his finger as two of his crew ran over with blankets. Nikolai took them from him, placing one over your shoulders. – “Saints Y/n, What happened?” – Osmo asked in a panic.

You were shivering to the bone as Nikolai draped his blanket over your shoulders as well. – “We need warmth.” – he said placing his hands on your shoulders. Another blanket got brought for the King as Nikolai accepted it. He guided you off the ship, Osmo close. Leaving his other guests unattended. They all whispered and blinked confused as they were requested to safely leave the ship and gather back on the mainland. You were rushed into a carriage with the King and Osmo.

You were still shivering as the King ordered the carriage to go faster. The moment you arrived at the castle; you got pushed around by Osmo who followed the King. – “In here.” – Nikolai said standing by the door. Osmo pushed you inside. – “She needs to get out of those wet clothes.” – Nikolai ordered with a point. Osmo nodding pushing you behind a screen. The King went across the room disappearing behind a screen as well. – “I can handle it.” – you told Osmo who wanted to help to a certain point.

You shoved him back as he bowed and left. You started undressing, pulling the weighed down dress of you. It dropped with a loud thud to the floor, leaving a small puddle of water. There was a knock on the door as it opened. – “New cloths your majesty.” – a girls voice came through. You saw a pair of hands appear behind the screen offering you clothing. Never once you saw a face. She then hurried over to the King to do the same. – “You better get dressed warmly.” – you heard Nikolai say from across the room.

The dress was rather simple compared to the one you had been wearing. No jewels embroidered on it or any sparkles in sight. Dressed, you came from behind the screen at the same time as King Nikolai. He gave you a smile gesturing at the fireplace. You sat down before it as Nikolai came sitting beside you. Holding his hands out to warm them. – “Are you warmer?” – he asked as you slightly shook your head. He looked around for something, spotting one of his jackets he wore on his travels. You watched him get up and return with the jacket. Laying it over your shoulders. He then came sitting back beside you.

You took a deep breath, wiping your cheek a bit dry. – “This is not how I imagined to stand out.” – you sighed out. – “Oh standing out you sure did.” – Nikolai answered with a chuckle. You shot him a glare making him smile even more. You sighed again, pulling his jacket closer by your chest. Nikolai swallowed softly. – “You know… I have a feeling you don’t want to be here.” – he asked cautiously making you snort loud. – “Understatement.” – you answered. Nikolai looked with pity at the flames. – “I never met anyone who could make finding a wife feel so unpersonal.” – you added sparking his curiosity.

“I do have to admit it is an easy way. Simply invite every eligible princess in all of Ravka and she’s ready for the picking.” – you chuckled softly staring at the fires. – “Tick off a few boxes, illiminating those you don’t find pretty or smart enough.” – you didn’t mean to laugh, but it was rather funny to you. Nikolai hummed deep. – “You are right.” – he said making you turn to look at him surprised. – “I was ticking off boxes… I guess I lost the care when the pressure of finding a wife increased.” – he continued.

“So this was not your idea? To pick and take the Princess of your liking?” – you asked. – “No.” – Nikolai laughed out. – “I was far from thinking about marriage… but duties…” – he sighed out. – “Tell me about it.” – you responded. Nikolai glanced at you, nudging your shoulder with his to cheer you up. It made you smile. – “I like your smile.” – he said catching you off guard. – “It’s real. Not formed, twisted, or turned but genuine.” – he added.

Slowly your heart started to warm up to him. Something you didn’t think possible in the beginning. – “I like yours too.” – you responded. – “It’s simple, playful and honest.” – you told him as a smile formed on his lips. – “Are you any warmer Y/n?” – he asked as you hummed staring lost in his eyes. Nikolai stared right back at you guiding his hand to yours as he took it.

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heyy omg🤭 could u do something abt steve leaving hickeys all over your chest n shit and the kids see them😭 i think they would be really funny abt it

Uh duh. Yes. This is hilarious.

"Steve- Steve, we have to go, the kids will start to wonder where we are." I chuckle, pushing him away from me but he just crawls back towards me, leaning over the middle console of his car to bite and kiss at my collarbone. "You're not doing a good job hiding these." I moan, wanting nothing more than to stay in his hold, to let him soothe over the marks with his tongue, his breath teasing against the bruised skin.

"Wasn't trying to hide them to begin with." He mutters against my throat with a chuckle and my eyes roll, my fingers threading through his hair to yank him back with a groan. "Fine! Fine!" He huffs, straightening his shirt and fixing his hair as I do the same. "They'll be none the wiser, won't even know."

Stepping into the Wheeler household, Steve and I are met with anger glares for being late but their anger turns slowly into mocking giggles. I look to Steve with angry eyes, immediately knowing what this is about; they can see the marks on my neck... shoulders... and chest.

"Steve- sorry, Picasso, this is why you were late?" My hands reach up to cover my embarrassed expression, tucking myself into Steve's sigh as he laughs sheepishly.

"Man, when you're older, I'll explain to you the undeniable power that women hold over men. You wouldn't know because your 'girlfriend' lives a million miles away and is 75% fake." Dustin immediately protests but the group laughs over him. I look up at Steve and he sends me a cool wink, not even bothered by the fact that the whole room sees the work on my soft skin.

"Can we go back to making fun of them instead of attacking my relationship status?" Dustin whines, his head hitting the wall with a thump but Max just snorts.

"Nah, I'd much rather talk about your imaginary girlfriend than Steve's sexual endeavors, as interesting as they can be."

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Some Time Away | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @cillmequick ‘s 100 followers celebration

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to convince her partner to take the weekend off from work…the only kicker is that they can’t go anywhere because they’re currently in the midst of a global pandemic. But she still has some ideas in mind.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations (interact accordingly!)

Word Count: 3183

A/N: congrats on 100 followers Alex (I hate that you’re shadowbanned atm…hopefully tumblr will fix it sooner rather than later!) I chose the prompt ‘placing their chin on the other’s shoulder’, and I had to make things a little spicy for you, of course. I hope that it isn’t cringey. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"Have a nice weekend, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye, Miss (Y/L/N)!" ... "Bye!" came the chorus of farewells from the students she'd been teaching through a screen for the past five hours. (Y/N) smiled widely at the children before she waved goodbye to all of them.

Virtual learning was still presenting its daily challenges, but (Y/N) was trying her best to make the most of it for her kiddos. Neither she nor them had asked to be put into this position, but they had to make it work for the time being.

Once the meeting was cleared of her students, (Y/N) ended the call and closed the Zoom application. She then exhaled a deep breath, something she did every day as a way to re-center herself after a school day. Regardless if it was in person or online, things always got a bit hectic. This was her way of making sure she didn't immediately start pulling her hair out.

She was greeted with a reminder to start grading the most recent assignment she'd assigned when she opened her eyes. After staring at it for a few moments, she decided to snooze it for now. It was the weekend after all...she didn't want to start it off with grading papers. Instead, she logged off of her computer and stood from the office chair. All she wanted to do now was see her partner.

As she exited her personal office, she gave herself a mental pat on the back for making the decision to have Tommy’s office right next to hers. Of course, she didn't envision that a global pandemic would strike just weeks after they'd finally moved in, but she was happy that she'd stayed steadfast on the choice because of it. Now she only had to take a few steps to see him.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were getting rather serious with each other. She met him on a rare night out with some girlfriends, who ultimately pushed her into giving him her number. She was usually the hesitant type, but there was something about Tommy that almost instantly sucked her in. That, along with her girlfriends’ nudges, gave her the extra oomph to pursue him. Now, over a year and a half later, they had made the decision to move in together. They both relocated from their separate flats in the city to a tastefully sized home that was just a few miles from the bright lights. Given the current state of the world, they made the choice at just the right time.

She could hear him cursing the second she stepped out into the hallway. It sounded like he was going on about his computer again. Tommy was never good with technology, and now he had to rely on it. She took a deep breath as she grabbed onto the handle of his office door. It was unclear what she'd be walking into, and she wanted to be ready.

"Hey, T," she called to him, getting his attention as she stepped through the doorway, "everything alright in here?"

"Hey, love," he responded as his eyes moved from the computer in front of him to her figure. He smiled at the sight of her, but it was one that didn't quite reach his eyes. She could tell from it alone that he was tired. "Yeah...everything's fine," he answered her question then as his eyes shifted back to the computer screen.

"It didn't sound like it from out in the hall," she commented as she walked over to his desk. "It's a good thing these walls aren't thin...I don't think the eight year olds I'm teaching would appreciate hearing your colorful language," she added with a grin. Tommy only frowned in response to her joke, which made her sigh a little. She could tell from the lines on his forehead that he was stressed.

"'M sure they've heard it all from their parents," he brushed off her comment as he continued clicking away, "you'd be surprised at how foul mouthed people are nowadays," he added, his statement making (Y/N) chuckle as she came around to stand behind his chair.

"No mouth is as foul as yours, my love," she said in the most endearing tone possible as she leaned over slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder, her hands draping over his chest then. She glanced at the computer for a second before turning her head to the side so that she could press a kiss to the skin just in front of his ear. "You know I'm still not sure about this haircut yet..." she trailed off then as she stood up straight and brought her hands to the sides of his head. She ran her nails along the harshly shorn sides before carding her fingers through the longer strands of hair that sat on top of his head. "I mean...I know we can't go to the barber's at the moment, but I think you cropped it a little too thin this time," she added once she returned her chin to his shoulder and hooked her hands together atop his chest again.

"(Y/N)..." Tommy answered her in a warning tone, signalling to her that he wasn't in the mood for the teasing. She smiled anyway...sometimes it was fun getting under his skin. Silence fell between them as he clicked on a few more things. All was fine until an error message popped up on the screen. "This fucking thing..." he groaned, bringing his hands up to run them over his face as he tipped his head back against the chair's headrest.

"What're you trying to do?" (Y/N) asked him, squinting slightly as she tried to read the details of the message.

"Pol wants to do a Zoom call with me, John, and Arthur. Something about the recent acquisitions not fairing out to be as much as we thought they would, but I think I've gone and fucked everything up here," he explained to her, clicking on the screen a few more times only to be met with that warning ding the computer sends off when you're doing something that it won't allow. "Fucking hate technology," he muttered under his breath as he reached over to the side of his desk, as best he could with (Y/N)'s arms still around him, to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"Maybe this is the universe telling you that you should be done for the day," she commented on the situation he was now in as he went about lighting a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from her after he took a drag.

"It's four in the afternoon, (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a sigh as he placed the burning cigarette in the ashtray, "Pol's gonna have my head if I don't join the meeting."

"What if I text her and tell her you're having technical difficulties?" (Y/N) suggested, ready to grab her phone from her back pocket the second he told her to.

"You don't have to," Tommy brushed her offer off with a slight shake of his head, "I'll just have to hear about it from her later."

"What are you doing this weekend?" she asked him then as she stood straight once more. As much as she was loving breathing in the smell of the aftershave he'd used this morning, her back was screaming for some reprieve.

"Working," Tommy answered, leaning forward to balance his chin on the palm of his hand as he tried yet again to get himself out of the stalled website.

"On the weekend?" she asked him, a bit of surprise laced into her voice.

"Yes," he answered her, giving up on the computer problem so he could turn his chair to look at her properly for the first time since she'd entered the room, "business knows no days of the week."

"You own the company though, Tommy...you do have a say in what days you work or not," she pointed out, not dropping her argument just yet. "I was thinking that maybe you could take some time away from working this weekend...we could turn off our phones so that you and I could spend some uninterrupted time together," she pitched the idea that she'd come up with moments earlier, “and I know it’s not much…it’s not a private island or all-expenses included getaway, but it’ll be something, and right now, that’s what we need.”

"I've got some things that need to be sorted before our partners get involved," he told her, effectively shooting down her pitch without explicitly giving her a yes or no answer.

"You need some time away, T," she stressed to him, her last ditch effort to try and get him to agree. He then grumbled something about deadlines and the stress he was under from it, which made her sigh in defeat. "I'll be downstairs unwinding," she then told him as she began walking over to the door of the room, "I don't need to be dealing with anymore childishness after spending a whole day with children," she added before she opened the door and exited his office without letting him get another word in.

With a frown, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She figured she'd start preparing what she wanted to eat for dinner, because it seemed unlikely that Tommy would be joining her with the way he was acting.

—

After washing up from dinner, (Y/N) poured herself a glass of wine and made her way up to the master bedroom. Tommy was back in his office, after surprising her by coming down and having some of the chicken she’d made, so she decided that she’d go and sit out on the balcony that their room had.

She sat and sipped her wine, enjoying the evening breeze and sun as it shined down on her. Once her glass was finished, she decided to go into the ensuite so that she could get herself ready for bed. She washed her face, changed out of her clothes and into a silky slip that she preferred to sleep in, and put a robe l over her body. She then pulled her hair out of her face with a headband before deeming herself ready for bed.

As she exited the bathroom, she noticed that the sun was setting through the open balcony doors. So instead of getting into bed, she went back out onto the balcony. This time, she decided to lean against the railing as she watched the sun sink down behind the horizon. This would make a beautiful picture, she thought to herself as she stood up to go get her phone. She wasn’t able to even turn however, because the second she was standing, arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Tommy?” she gasped slightly from the suddenness of his touch, her hands dropping from the railing to rest on his forearms.

“Who else would it be?” he questioned in a cheeky tone as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Thought you’d still be in your office for another few hours,” she commented, instantly hating that she still sounded a bit bitter. What could she do though? All she wanted was to spend the weekend with her partner, but he was being difficult about it.

“Ouch, that one hurt, love,” he hissed dramatically at her words, “it hurt right…” he trailed off, unwinding one of his hands around her waist before he poked the place on her chest where her heart was, “here,” he added for extra effect.

“Stop it, Tommy,” she rolled her eyes at his dramatic nature, grabbing hold of his hand so that she could return it to its previous spot. She was quite enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, and didn’t want it to leave just yet.

“You know I was thinking…” he trailed off again, nestling his face into the crook of her neck, “I was thinking over what you’d suggested…about taking the weekend off,” he continued, his voice now muffled slightly.

(Y/N) was still able to hear him clearly though, and what he was saying was making her excited. “Yeah? And?” she anxiously asked him to continue.

“And I thought that maybe I should take the next two days off,” he told her, almost making her want to squeal at the news. “I like the idea of having you to myself for a few days,” he added then, a grin evident in his voice as he pressed a kiss to the skin where her neck met her collarbone.

(Y/N) didn’t let him repeat his actions though. The second she heard what he had to say, she managed to spin around in his arms so that she was facing him. “You’re really considering doing it?” she asked him, her eyes shining with hope.

“I’m past considering it…it’s a done deal,” he corrected her, his grin growing as she looked at him excitedly.

“Oh that’s great, T,” she cheered as she reached up and clasped her hands together behind his neck. “I think I’ll lock your office tomorrow so that you can’t go back on your decision,” she said then, her statement making Tommy chuckle and shake his head before he leaned in and locked her into a slow kiss.

The feeling of his lips on hers just about took her breath away, and she was thankful that she decided to hook her arms around him, or else she’d ‘ve melted into a puddle upon contact. A year and a half later, and this man still made her go weak at the knees.

“You know…” Tommy mumbled against her lips in between the kisses they were sharing, “if I’m taking a weekend away from work, I’d like to start it off properly,” he said as his hands moved from the small of her back to where the knot was tied on her robe. He worked on undoing it without his lips leaving hers, and only pulled away once he knew that he’d gotten it loosened. He watched as her robe fell open, exposing the navy blue slip she’d chosen to wear to bed that night. He bit on his lip to conceal his groan as (Y/N) took the lead and shrugged the robe off of her shoulders.

“You have something in mind?” she asked him with a coy grin, hoping that her words came out as sultry as she intended them to.

“Fuck…of course I do,” he answered her, his hands dropping to the swell of her ass as he gathered some of the thin material between his fingers.

“Whatever it is, I’d like for it to not happen on the balcony though,” she told him with a slight giggle as she rested her hands on his shoulders. She then pressed on them gently, her nonverbal way of telling him to back up into the room.

He listened to her cue and took a few steps backwards with her still hooked in his grasp. “As you wish,” he told her, his lips brushing hers as he backed up to the bed so that he could sit down and bring her astride his lap.

She held herself steady and pulled away from him, smiling as he squeezed her hips. “Take this off,” she mumbled, a grin forming on her face as she grabbed hold of his t-shirt’s hem so that she could bring it up and over his head. She then tossed it off to the side before leaning down to match her lips with his again.

Amidst their shared open-mouth kisses, Tommy grabbed hold of (Y/N)’s waist and lifted her so that he could stand again. She shrieked at the sudden movement, but managed to hook her legs around his waist before he could turn them and drop her down onto the bed. Their conjoined nature made him come down on top of her, and he was quick to put his hands on either side of her head so that he wouldn’t press his weight on her completely. She, however, made sure that their hips stayed connected so that she could have some friction where she needed it most.

“Tommy,” she gasped when his lips left hers so that he could kiss a line down to her chest.

“Yes?” he asked her, glancing up at her through his eyelashes.

“Please,” she breathed, her hands tangling in the longer locks of his hair as she grinded her hips up against his again.

“Of course,” he answered, knowing exactly what she wanted. He wasn’t one to deny the most beautiful woman in the world, so he made sure he got right into it after hearing her silent pleads.

—

Some time later, (Y/N) and Tommy were a mess of tangled limbs and panted breaths. They laid on top of their disheveled bed, with only the top sheet pulled over top of their bottom halves. (Y/N) had her head resting on Tommy’s chest, and Tommy was lazily drawing circles against her spine. “I think it’s safe to say that this weekend is off to a good start,” Tommy mumbled into her hair before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“It most certainly is,” (Y/N) agreed with him as she moved her right hand down the side of his torso so that she could hold onto his hip.

She lifted her head from his chest then, her eyes meeting his as soon as she did. She always liked to look at them after they shared an intimate moment together. They’d slowly go from a darker blue to their normal, lighter color, like an ocean moving into the calm after a storm.

“Thank you for agreeing to this,” she said softly as she leaned in to press a languid kiss to his lips.

Tommy smiled against her lips and tightened his hold on her once she pulled away. “I think it’d be rather dumb of me not to,” he told her, his words making her smile as she rested her forehead against his.

He closed the gap between them again, pressing a slurry of short kisses to her lips before she pulled away completely to nestle her face into his neck. She made herself comfortable there as she curled up beside him, spending her time in silence thinking about what types of things they’d get up to in the next forty-eight hours. Somewhere between the meal planning and the possible movies they’d watch, she felt herself getting sleepy. So, she pressed one last kiss to the side of his neck before she closed her eyes and let sleep slip over her.

Tommy only smiled and tightened his grip around her as he felt her breathing even out. If this was a preview into what this weekend would look like, he’d have to take as much time away from work as possible in the future.

———

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MASTERLIST

[rymbrr]

Crap now I’m thinking about Alex wanting to blow miles before a gig. Alex gets down on his knees and miles puts his hands in the hair on the back of his head, forcing him to suck.

When it’s over alex looks up at miles with a grin before letting up to go fix his hair before they have to go on stage.

[alexturne]

My Milex fanfic masterpost

LONG CHAPTERED STORIES

under these lights you look beautiful

Rated E - 103k - 14 chapters

Miles got completely lost in his voice. There was a faraway quality to it, like he belonged somewhere else entirely, but somehow had decided to grace them with his presence and Miles felt blessed to be near him if even for a short while. The subtle elegance hidden in his slender figure, the mannerisms of his fingers wrapped around the corners of his notebook. His words were spoken softly, quietly, but without any hesitation or faltering.

Alex is an elusive poet, who has a way with words and Miles is a bartender, who is completely mesmerized.

the element of surprise

Rated E - 45k - 8 chapters

"Yeah! I'm not one to judge, just want ya to be prepared, you know, just in case.." "In case what?" Jamie rolled his eyes at him. "In case nothing. Nevermind. Forget it. Just help me find your skiing gear and we'll be off." "Skiing?" "Yeah, didn't you hear the lady? We're taking you on a surprise skiing trip to celebrate your birthday, mate!"

The Monkeys invite Alex skiing for his birthday and little does he know that there's a very special surprise waiting for him.

sit next to me before i go

Rated E - 28k - 7 chapters

He'd get up in just a second. He'd go downstairs and make Alex sit down on the tall stool by the counter, and have him tell Miles everything about his amazing tour as Miles puttered around the kitchen fixing them both tea and biscuits. It'd be perfect.

If only he could get up.

Or: Miles is sick and is being very stubborn about it, and Alex flies back to take care of him.

my heart melted in the heat

Rated E - 36k - 9 chapters

The cold winds of winter rush through the old college town. Miles drags himself through another shift at the dingy coffee shop, Rich's Beans, and he wishes for summer, for the day he is out of here. But when he gets a new coworker, a young guy named Alex, with pretty dark hair and even prettier dark eyes, life suddenly seems a little brighter.

Will Miles be able to keep his bubbling feelings under control or will his silly crush keep him warm during this season's freak thunderstorms?

Written for the Shadow Monkeys Big Bang 2022

you've got control of everyone's eyes (including mine)

Rated E - 106k - 19 chapters

The tour was coming up soon, everything set in place, and tonight they'd celebrate and let off some steam before it all began. And now he had to deal with this guy? Miles fucking Kane? Of all the nights? Couldn't a guy be allowed to celebrate in peace?

It's 2005 and the Arctic Monkeys are about to set out on their first proper tour. Alex is quite happy with that, until a certain someone gets in the way and spoils it all.

A story about facing hardships, insecurities and stage fright, about friendships, dreams, music and smoking too many fucking cigarettes in dark back alleys. About keeping your friends close, and perhaps your enemies even closer.

SHORT CHAPTERED STORIES

pinned down by the dark

Rated E - 10k - 4 chapters

He knows exactly what’s going on on the other side of that door. The thought sends a shiver up his spine. And he knows who it is as well. He'd recognise that voice anywhere. Someone's in there alright! It's Al, for fucks sake.

Miles hears a soft moan through the door. And he takes a step back from the door, wondering if perhaps he shouldn’t be listening in on his best mate pleasuring himself in the middle of the night.

3 times Miles hears Alex in the middle of the night and 1 time he does something about it.

you're so pretty and i'm so shy

Rated E - 14k - 2 chapters

“Fine, if you’re so shy then why don’t you write him a note? Like in the films, write your number on a slip of paper, give it to him or slip it into his pocket or summat.”

“That might work!”

“I was kidding Alex!”

pretending you were just some lover

Rated E - 13k - 2 chapters

That damned piece of paper marked a death sentence he'd requested himself on that fateful day three months ago.

Today would mark the end of the charade.

When he'd sign his name on that dotted line.

When his marriage to the single greatest, most gorgeous, most wonderful person alive would end.

Or: Alex is a dumbass who tries to get divorced from the love of his life.

ONESHOTS

i've been saving all my summers for you

Rated E - 22k

They were 11 when they first met at the beach, now at 21 they’re back. Back at this place that became theirs. The place they became best friends.

The place where Alex fell in love for the very first time.

nobody ought to be alone on christmas

Rated M - 12k

"And it's not my fault he's all the way away in LA! Stupid, far away LA. London's a nice place too, you know! It's worth sticking around for, especially at Christmas!"

"What's stopping you from seeing him? You're obviously miserable without him, with nowhere to go for Christmas. Get out of your joggers. Go to LA. Go see him. Tell him you love him."

stop making the eyes at me

Rated E - 25k

He turned to look at Alex, took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the quite unbuttoned neck of his shirt. His eyes roamed over Alex rather shamelessly, slowly looking him up and down as an appreciative smirk formed on his lips, and Alex suddenly felt hot all over.

Or: Alex gets stuck inside an elevator with a hot stranger and a bottle of whiskey and they need to find a way to pass the time.

you just ain't the one for me

Rated E - 7k

Suddenly she had an idea. "I wanna fuck him. Miles. I wanna fuck him." Alex made a weird choking sound. "Pardon?" "I wanna fuck Miles. And then I wanna watch him fuck you."

Taylor has an idea of how to spend their sunny afternoon and she's not about to take no for an answer. Sexiness ensues and she makes a few decisions about their relationship.

magic from your fingers tingles down my spine

Rated E - 8k

"Wanna make out?" Alex coughed out a cloud of thick smoke. He blinked and looked at Miles next to him. Miles was making quite the sight, sprawled out across Alex's sheets with a dirty smirk plastered on his face. He looked nice, spread out like that. All relaxed and comfortable, as if he'd always been destined to end up right there in Alex's bed.

Or: Whilst writing their first album together, Alex and Miles get high, and Miles has a great idea about how they could be spending their time.

you're a matter of urgency

Rated G - 8k

The cab ride had been the most anxious 36 minutes of his life. Jiggling a nervous leg and staring out the window, he'd clutched the phone hard in hand, devil device that it was, as it'd brought him the single worst message he’d received in his entire life;

"Miles was in an accident. Come quickly."

i'll be home for christmas

Rated E - 13k

Alex Turner had it all.

A massively successful global tour, adoring fans everywhere he went, amazing sales figures, another number one album, a gorgeous house, a jealousy-inducing collection of vintage cars and motorbikes and the best bandmates you could ask for.

But one fateful Christmas eve has Alex realizing that none of that truly matters. And that the one thing he could truly never live without is the one he let get away.

going back to 505

Rated T - 2k

"Wanna bring out a very good friend of ours. Put your hands together please, for Miles Kane!"

Miles joins them for 505 for the first time in 5 years.

[dietmountaindewbae]

iv. cigarette breath

alex turner x reader 

word count: 3016

summary: During a rehearsing session, you and (early eyct) Alex test each other to the limit.

warnings: smut

song recommendation: angel by massive attack

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ 

Sitting on the corner with amps piled high Alex saw the last person on earth that he wanted to see, she was playing a sweet melody that immediately turned bitter when he closed the door shut making a lot of noise.

"Hey" You whispered, still concentrating on the variation you were playing, it was nice very soft, and you thought it accommodates the mood of the day, slow but bright, "Where's the rest?"

"Well... The girls' flight got delayed, and Miles had an interview today he's flying here on Wednesday...you're stuck with me" He shoot a cigarette from the box directly to his mouth, you nodded and kept playing around with the guitar, "Oh, so you don't talk now" He walked closer staring at you up and down arms crossed and his dark shady gaze, you tried to ignore him but then he unplugged your guitar abruptly.

"Hey! what the fuck is wrong with you?" You tried to grab the plug from the ground but he grabbed it first, lifting it from the air, now it was your turn to cross your arms, "I thought a nod was a good answer, Alex, can you stop being a prick for a moment now please?" You never really understood why you and Alex annoyed each other that way, you were like two little kids who pulled each other's hair or stole their toys just to have a piss but they always ended up with a sour look spread on their faces.

"See, we're gonna be stuck together so let's try to get along for once" He lowered the guitar plug to your reach, you were about to grab it but he pulled his hand back, "Do we have a deal love?" He accentuated love with such hypocrisy that it made your eyes roll.

"Yes, Alex" This time you grabbed the plug but he ruined your moment so you put the guitar aside.

"Very well!" He clapped his hands, "Can you play the bass and the drums I'll take care of the rest" He grabbed the red and black Jazz master you were playing a few minutes ago and you took your place on the drums, Alex fixed the mic stand, "Let's practice a bit before we start so you know...we can get on the same lane"

"Asshole," You said under your breath.

"What?"

"I said sure!" You smiled brightly at him.

"Right, let's start with used to be my girl, and get that look out of your face, you can get wrinkles" He turned around and winked his eye, the cigarette he had on his mouth was carefully hung between the strings on the neck of the guitar, you began to count, you still had a frown on your face even angrier now, you wanted to throw the stick at his head but of course, you didn't wanna ruin his slicked-back long hair, or hurt his painfully sharp jaw.

A few miserable minutes after the song finished, you kept rehearsing more songs, alternating the drums or the bass, sometimes the guitar and piano, but mainly the drums, you got a few compliments from him, and he stated that your guitar playing wasn't as miserable as your face.

"Alex, baby," You said with gratitude, "Can you stop?"

"Stop what? The hips?, you know that's nearly impossible" He swung his hips with that sassy attitude, making you giggle but very subtly, "Is that the glorious sound of laughter I just heard from you?" He turned around on his feet so dramatically, eyebrow curved and you hid your smile.

"No, it was just the sound of disgust, now please let's just continue"

"Nah, let's just take a break for a few" He sat on the couch putting the guitar aside, spreading his legs like he owned the whole couch.

"You want a beer?"

"Now you're talking babe, bring 'em" He drawled, babe my ass, you quickly went to the fridge cracking up the bottles with a knife, I mean...who does he think he is to call you babe? your boyfriend or what? you were far from being his babe, very fucking far from...

"Fuck!" You grunt in pain after the edge of the knife scrapped the back of your hand, you turned the water tap on, washing your hand off, a bit of the blood that came off.

"Who said fuck? I'm here oh...fuck, you can't even open a beer for fucks sake" He chuckled, and you glanced at him with such anger his smile went south, "Reyt you know..."

"Take the beer Alex, is just a small cut" You insisted and he stared at you, exhaling loud.

"Let me help you, there's a first aid kit on here" He got on his knees opening up the lower cabin, "Here it is" You could see part of his Calvin Klein underwear as he stretched his back to grab it, he got up from the floor fixing his hair back with his fingers, he turned off the water and walked with you to the couch, "I'm gonna take some alcohol and then just put a band-aid on it, it will be fast" He took the cap out of the bottle and grabbed your other hand.

"I don't need you to hold my hand you know that" He grabbed it a bit stronger, not letting it go, "I'm not gonna cry I'm not a baby"

"But you act like one" He put the alcohol on your hand, making it sting but your face was serious, then he grabbed a cotton ball and took out the excess with it, lightly tapping your skin, "Tough girl, aren't you?"

"Don't call me baby, I'm not your baby"

"Never said you were...but you could" He always made you roll your eyes, his voice sometimes sent shivers across your body but you hid them very well or so you thought, "All done"

"Good" He finished putting a band-aid on your hand, "Thanks," You said a bit grateful for it, after all, he did help you.

"And that's progress, you're welcome" He gave you his beer and grabbed the other one from the kitchen, "But you know, it is kinda nice to see you smile, just a bit" He chuckled smiling from the side.

"Thanks?" He offered you a cigarette from his red Marlboro box, you smiled and grabbed one, you lit your cig with his silver zippo, and he put another one in his mouth, making little circles with the cigarette smoke as he exhaled, "How do you do that? I always wanted to learn how to do it"

"Circles? Well it's easy you put your lips together and move your throat, kinda like giving a blow" You faked a laugh while Alex smiled, you took a long drag, putting your lips together and moving your throat as he said, circles forming with the smoke, "You're an expert" You cough and laugh at the same time.

"Fuck off" You chuckled.

"You are" His arms extended his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, "I'm an expert on something similar" You scoffed and rolled your eyes. What did he mean by that? You knew what his words meant but why was he saying that to you? he was looking at you up and down, checking you out.

"Nah, don't play those games with me" He licked his lips before moving closer to you.

"And why is that, babe?" That drawl he made with his tongue whenever he called you baby made you feel something this time, your body was drowned to his, and his the same way around, each time getting closer.

"'Cause I might beat you in it" Your face was inches apart from his, you could see it in his eyes, that spark of lust lit up from the darkest part of his heart, his fingers drew circles on your thigh, each time going higher and higher, you never thought you would say this ever, "Wanna play with me?" You whispered on his lips, and his hands took a hold of your neck like a perfect necklace.

"I'll play with you" His lips pressed against yours gave you a rush of ecstasy, and you shivered, gasping for air as you kissed him roughly, you quickly undid his belt but he was faster to take your little denim shorts off, and his hand traveled up your back taking your bra off in the blink of an eye, God was he greedy.

His body weight on top of yours made you lay down on the couch, you were almost naked, your pink bra barely hanging onto your chest since he had already taken out your shirt, he was fast to get you naked, and he began to decent so slowly, this time he took your bra out taking one of your tits in his mouth nibbling and sucking your nipple, while he kneaded the other one in circles, moans dared to escape your mouth and your legs rubbed together but he was a hungry beast, he separated them with his knee pushing upwards, his fingers sneaking and creeping inside your panties, you could already feel him so hard underneath his jeans, at the same time you unbuttoned his skin-tight jeans you felt his fingers teasing your clit, "I guess I'm gonna win, you're too weak for it, I bet you already fantasized about me fingering you like this, do you touch yourself at night think bout me, babe?" Your cheeks blushed so hard at the way he said these honest words, your body answered before your mouth did, a rush of wetness damped his fingers, but you didn't want him to win so easily, you had to make it harder, to make him harder.

"And you? You don't jerk yourself off thinking about me? Getting on top of you, watch me take you deep, bet you are the one who fantasized about this moment"

"And I bet you can feel how hard me cock gets for you" You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside you, "So tight, bet you can take me whole" You were so close by now it was almost embarrassing how this man could make you finish in just five minutes, so before things came to an end for you, you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him forward almost falling off the couch but he held you tightly to his body, "Fuck I almost won"

"Almost pretty boy, but it's not over yet..." You panted.

"It's just beginning" He finished your words, it's fun to play with him, and mostly how you let him play with you thinking it was so easy and he would win at the very beginning, but it was time for you to grab the freak by the leash, he took his jeans off and while he kicked his black Chelsea boots off, the tip of your cherry red nails caressed his skin, you stroked his cock running your fingers all across him, you felt how big he was, but when you took him out your face was pure shock, but you still smiled to him.

"Too big for you?" He teased, his thumb stroking your cheek, your hand grabbed his hand and you took his middle finger inside your mouth, fiddling with the ring on his pinky, as you sucked it.

"I'm a big girl" You began to stroke him slowly, your thumb going in circles on his head, "Is this how you do it?"

"Feels good, doll" He was breathing so heavily, his cock hardening with each stroke, he stared at you, just admiring your face for a couple of moments, he knew he liked your blushed cheeks, your long arms, the small curve on your waist, your hips, the thighs, and especially that look on your face as you stroked his cock, he hated to like you so much, and you hated to like him the same way.

You pushed your underwear to the side, and rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit in small circles, your moans mixing with his, "You didn't answer me though", You panted, "Is this how you jerk off thinking bout me?" He grinned and his cheeks blushed, but as he opened his eyes he looked at you taking your hand away for a moment, he put his hand on his cock.

"You wanted to know, so now you'll see" He began to move his hand up and down very slowly, teasing himself but it only lasted for some minutes until he increased his pace, the veins of his neck, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his messy long sweaty hair, the sighs, his cigarette breath, it all piled up making you get up on your knees and show him how you do it.

You gathered up your wetness and began to rub your clit in circles, your knees felt very weak as he jerked his cock off faster with angst, "You never looked so beautiful" He said, he stared at your hand moving at the same speed as his, "God if you could only know the things I would do to you"

"If you want me, show it to me" He pushed himself up, looping his arm around your waist, your knees on the cushions, and his hand gripped your wrists back he put your hair on the right side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your ear, his lips began to suck on your neck your legs unconsciously rubbing together, nipples hard you bet you were already dripping wet as he exhaled leaning in to whisper something on your ear, "I'm not gunna holdback babe, just want you to know, that I want you so bad" Your heart was gonna beat out of your chest as he said those words, his hand gripped your ass very tightly taking you by surprise, he pushed himself inside you so deep it made your legs shake, "Come on baby, don't let your knees give up so easily" At this point, you couldn't form a sentence, it was only his name that you could say as he thrusts so hard inside you, skin on skin you felt his chest was covered in a cold sweat, his hips pushing forward your body harder until he stopped for a moment to breathe.

"Keep... g-going," You said between breaths, "Alex keep going" he smiled, his hand whipping your tears away, but you kept looking at him hopelessly.

"Is it too hard for you babe?" You denied with your head, "Good"

"Not hard enough" You panted, he decided to show you what hard is, so this time he picked you up from the couch, back pressed against the wall, he picked your legs up slipping his cock inside you with no struggle, one hand on the wall the other grabbing your ass so hard, your body jumped up each time he fucked you each time deeper and harder, making sounds when your skin collided with his, your fingers intertwined on the back of his head, the look on his eyes made you shiver, "Alex I'm gonna..."

"Come with me, smother me cock with your cum", He speeds up smiling as he saw your eyes roll back, your nails digging into his strong shoulders, he made that tingle spread up in your whole entire body, but somehow you wanted more so you pushed your hips forward as best as you could, "Love I'm gonna cum inside you if you don't stop"

"I want it you know I do," He thought about it for two seconds, smiling because he never thought this would happen, you always begged for him to stop with his jokes now you're begging him to not stop and to finish inside you.

"Show me how much you want it" He held you in his arms, still buried inside you, he sat on the couch you were fucking before, your hips rolled back and ford slowly, you were trying to catch your breath, he smiled to himself because he liked how you were struggling to move, he fucked you up, and he truly did, your mascara was runny, your lips made a red pout, your chest the same color as your red nails, he decided to help you grind your hips against his body, he knew it would only take a few grinds before he was completely done because, in the same way, you fucked him up too.

"Come on, give it to me," You said in despair, repeating those words over and over again, holding on to the couch, grinding your hips harder and harder against him, until he lifted his hips up feeling your walls being covered in his cum, "Fuck" You breathed out, Alex was panting just like you were when he was fucking you up against the wall, his cheeks red, and his jaw twitching, his lips dry, still sweating cold, when you felt him come down from his high, you kissed him passionately, and he gave it back but this time a sweeter, it was a true honest kiss, not meant to provoke him, it's something your heart told you to do, he laid you down on the couch hugging you close to him.

You were slowly drifting off to sleep until he poked your shoulder, "I'm craving an ice cream sandwich, wanna come to get some with me?" You burst into laughter, making him smile, nudging his nose on your cheek.

"Are you laughing cos I said cum?"

"Nooo! But that makes it funnier" You giggled, and smile brightly at him, caressing his cheek with your thumb, his hand slipped to hold yours and kiss your palm, "You know what? I do wanna get some"

"Get some what exactly?" His eyebrows jumped up and down.

"You're dirty" He nudged his head to the side, "You do want more?!" You said in utter shock.

"I mean, after the ice cream sandwiches, I could be down for another round if you insist" That cheeky side of his began to grow on you, it annoyed you before but now it makes you giggle.

"Fine then, but you drive I'm too tired"

"And your legs don't work"

A/N

Thank you for reading, and thank you for all of the love you give to my writing, i appreciate very much, if you have requests for more chapters feel free to comment them or text me privately, it’ll take a little bit for me to post them since i have other chapters scheduled to post before them but i’m 100% working on them! love you <3

what do we think about shorter stories?

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[just-a-farmer]

Broken Hearted People

Harvey x farmer

Alex x farmer

Summary : Dean was running from her problems - she knew she was. But did it really matter when she finally found herself surrounded by people who cared? However with small town care came an intimacy with others she wasn't sure she could handle.

Alex isn't very complicated. He liked gridball and joking around. He may be exactly what she needed right now.

But that doesn't stop her from dreaming of the sad eyes of the town doctor.

Chapter One : can’t wait to be home again

The bus sputtered to a depressing stop - still a bit over two miles from her destination. She was the only one left on, no one heading this far out. Well, no one but her.

“Last stop, miss.” The bus driver drawled and she huffed a quiet ‘thank you’ she deboarded the rickety vessel.

“No shit,” She looked around her, a trash can on its side, a dilapidated little bench - and not a house in site. Well, no turning back now she thought to herself. Not that turning back had ever really been an option. That was sort of the point of running away from your problems.

The walk was peaceful, and breathtaking; both metaphorically and literally - she was sweating her ass off. It started to help her clear her mind, and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the sun basking on her. Finally, a small clearing came into her focus around a little bend in the broken cobblestone road. There was no bench at this stop. And she only knew it was a stop due to the post - a bus sign sitting on the ground propped against it. Besides that it was cute, a few trees sprinkled in the small clearing, a wood post fence encompassing the area.

“Abbie!” A voice called and she winced at the old knick-name. It was something she hadn’t heard in a decade. A stout older man, with a permanently furrowed brow was beelining it from the path, gesturing for her wildly. Mayor Lewis. Behind him a pretty but stern auburn hair woman followed, at her own pace, she noted, smirking internally.

“Hello,” She greeted awkwardly, coming to the opening in the fence, “I go by Dean, now.” She corrected him, catching a brief deepening of his scowl, “If, you please. How are you, Mayor Lewis? It’s been years.” She continued quickly before he had time to let his mood sour.

She remembered him from summers visiting her grandpa at his farm. Dean knew he loved Stardew Valley dearly, but beyond that? He tolerated very little else. Her grandpa had been one of those few things. And yet, she had many memories of him scolding her and the other towns children for various shenanigans. That was the last time she saw him. Just before her twelfth birthday - the last time she visited her grandpa.

“Of course.” He nodded curtly, gesturing for her to walk in the opposite direction from where he had come. The stern ginger had caught up to the pair at this point, frowning.

“Least you could do is introduce us, Lewis.” She made a small ‘hrp’ following the statement. Dean remembered her, albeit vaguely, and she was secretly thankful the woman had insisted.

“Robin, this is Dean, Dean this is Robin - the town’s carpenter-” It clicked.

“You spent practically a week at the farm that one summer,” She smiled widely, “The roof was leaking and it was a summer storm. Pa insisted you just toss down some buckets but you fixed it.” Dean gushed before she could really stop herself. She remembered that moment vividly, seeing a woman so strong, both in attitude and determination - it had enthralled a little seven year old Aberdeen. Robin smiled gently and nodded.

“Aye, it was quite the storm, and always my pleasure to help - your grandfather was a good man.” Dean’s smile tightened slightly at the words but she nodded eagerly.

“Can we please go?” Mayor Lewis cut in, false pleasantries (what little he had) forgotten as he tapped his foot annoyed. Robin looked at Dean, both of them poorly suppressing a smirk before following the man towards her grandpa’s old farm.

Old indeed. Mayor Lewis gave her the key, explained how a few things worked, guided by Robin when he would say something incorrect, and then they were gone. And she was alone.

It didn’t matter how small and broken down the structure was that evening, because when her head hit the pillow - not even the scent of mothballs could keep her up. The day was long. Arriving at the farm midafternoon left her little daylight - but still she had managed to clear a patch right in front of her deck big enough to plant the parsnip seeds Lewis had generously gifted her. “A gift from the valley,” He said. After hoeing and planting and watering she was basically dead on her feet. Sleep came easy. No overthinking, no panic, no anything. She didn’t even have time to consider it.

Dean awoke the next morning on her own, before the sun had even fully risen. She took the morning to unpack the humble two bags she had brought. An old backpack and a duffle. It was better that way - she didn’t want any of her old things anyways. She couldn’t be surrounded by the past.

She found her phone and her charger, plugging it in. Not that she had any missed calls or texts to look forward to - she’d changed her number.

Water, clear more debris, town, home. Home. This was home now. She had her plan for the day and a small spring in her step as she stepped out onto the porch, breathing in deep. Her lungs felt bigger out here. Fuck, she hadn’t even craved a cigarette since getting here! Well... Okay, so now she had. Revised plan - smoke, water, clear more debris, town, home !

The cigarette was much needed. The watering went quickly, and rather painless, besides a few spots where she may have overwatered the seeds. And the clearing more debris had been borderline agonizing. Dean’s hands were blistered and she’d barely made headway. “Fuck this,” She huffed, dropped her tools and walked to the water spigot on the side of the house. She rinsed her hands best she could before setting out towards the old general store she remembered as a kid.

A bell rang above her head as she pushed the door open - it was different, and to be fair so was she. The candy counter towards the front was gone now. Replaced by newspapers and one of two cheesy tabloids. She knew there was a metaphor there but was too tired to dwell on it for too long.

“Abbie!” Pierre greeted cheerfully, “By Yoba it’s really you!” She smiled kindly at the man, coming towards the counter.

“Hello Pierre,” She replied, still glancing up the aisles as she approached. It was empty and a bit scarce. “Please, I prefer Dean now,”

“Good.” You glanced over your shoulder to where the voice has come from, down one of the short aisles - how could you have missed her. Even with the purple hair she was so completely Abigail. “I always secretly hated sharing a nickname,” Her playful smile was infectious.

“It wasn’t a secret, Abby” You joked back. Dean was excited to finally see someone she had played with all those years ago. She always liked Abigail, the girl was smart and quick and always up to some sort of trouble. As an anxious child, Dean had always been grateful for the other girl's ability to drag her into the strangest situations. Like being caught reading books in the cemetery by Lewis. She smiled fondly at the memory to herself.

“I have to go now,” Abigail spoke, apologetically, before something occurred to her and her eyes lit up, “Are you busy? I was just going to hang out with Seb and Sam. You don’t know Sam, he moved after you stopped coming. But you remember Seb!” It was Dean’s turn to be apologetic.

“I remember of course.” She assured, “But I was just coming to buy some stuff for the farm - I still have an insane amount of work today. I promise to really catch up soon,”

“We better,” She grinned again before bouncing past Dean and towards the exit, “Bye Dean, bye dad!” And she was gone. Dean smiled to herself through the rest of her time in Pierre’s. She was lost in thought. She’d worried. Really worried about getting here and the deep loneliness she had felt not going away. That she would just be lonely but on a farm. Sad but on a farm. But in the twenty four hours since she got here, it felt foolish to think, she didn’t feel so lonely.

“Pardon me,” Dean had been so lost in her thoughts she wasn’t watching where she was going when she exited the store and made a quick turn. She immediately crashed into someone dropping her bags, causing the other to stumble slightly, equally surprised.

“Oh! No, I’m so sorry,” Dean gushed, dropping to gather her things, a deep blush taking over her cheeks.

“Please,” The someone she crashed into knelt beside her, gathering some of the seed packets, “Allow me,” Dean looked up and felt her blush deepen slightly before she busied herself again with stuffing farm supplies and some groceries back into her bag.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” She admitted, risking a glance up at the handsome someone she crashed into. His mouth tugged slightly at the corner.

“Neither was I,” He admitted back, as if they were conspiring, she chuckled, allowing him to help her up after he had stood, accepting the bag he handed back to her.

“I’m Dean.” Thankfully she felt her blush migrate to her ears, burning below her hair - attempting to exude a confidence she didn’t have. He was older than she was, maybe his early 30s, wearing a dark green jacket that must’ve been warm in the spring sun. He had soft eyes, kind and sad, and messy light brown hair.

“Harvey,” He introduced himself, offering you his hand before remembering they were full of bags - he quickly withdrew it, his own blush taking over. “Doctor Harvey,” He continued, gesturing over his shoulder nervously, “This is my clinic. I’m the town doctor.” Dean smiled openly and his blush grew.

“Nice to meet you, Doctor Harvey.” She liked the way his blush deepened when he said her name. “I gotta run, but it was nice meeting you.” She smiled, taking a few steps in the direction of her farm, before turning to him once more, “I hope to run into you again, a little less literally.” He blushed and she grinned. She liked this. A man openly flustered by her presence. It made her feel pretty.

“Yes. Yes, me too!” He assured quickly, “Bye!” Before quickly disappearing into Pierre’s. There was a little more bounce in Dean’s step on her walk home. Sure the happy mood was quickly ruined by more weed pulling and rock breaking. That night she bathed under the moonlight with a bucket of water and a washcloth. She played some music on her phone and closed her eyes, feeling so very alive for the first time in a long time.

[haloud]

Writing Patterns

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to see if there are any patterns!

I was tagged by @ajna-eye-cogitations and @angrycowboy :)

through the looking glass

Michael closed his eyes to the feeling of Isobel petting his hair. Her fingers worked nervously, the rhythm soothing neither of them, doing nothing to tether Michael to his body—but that was for the best.

2. parted from me and never parted

For most of Jim’s life, people had told him he had a problem with authority. Some of them even meant it kindly. It frustrated no one so badly as Captain Pike, the one authority Jim did trust. He’d say again and again that Jim would get people killed one day, thinking he knew best, thinking he could test a limit that shouldn’t be tested. Well, Jim disagreed with that assessment—had barely restrained himself from a deeply point-proving emotional reaction to Pike thinking little enough of him that he’d ever endanger his crew like that.

3. main sequence

They were a half-mile from the ship when the sky opened up. The distant setting suns turned the raindrops blue and violet and gold; Alex was running, Michael was laughing, and Michael grabbed his wrist and pulled him under an overhang to wait out the storm as water pooled on the rocks and streamed down in technicolor rivulets. Alex stood stock-still for a minute, arms slightly outstretched as his clothes and hair dripped, until Michael yanked him in closer to kiss him, kiss his lips, kiss the water from his face.

4. straight on 'til morning (final chapter)

Michael trailed his fingers across the outer curve of the console as he approached the captain’s chair. His eyes were fixed on the distant stars outside, barely visible from the ambient blue light of Aun. One of them was Oasis. Maybe this would be the last time he ever saw his own planet with the naked eye. Good riddance.

5. forever in a day (nsfw)

“Michael, Michael, fuck, Michael!” Alex cried.

6. like clockwork

The world was getting colder. Day by day, frost crept over the creosote and sagebrush in the mornings, and Walt walked the three miles to town in men’s boots and three pairs of socks, the sky high and blue and watery above him. He got less and less work these days, but he knew how to stretch a dollar, and he knew Roy Bronson’d buried a hundred of ‘em in a tin pail “just in case” and where to dig, and soon enough he’d get his growth spurt, and once he was fit for working the fields, no one there would care about scars, not like shopkeepers and society ladies did.

7. morningmist

The three of them made a party as dismal as the weather as they rode through the mist at a snail’s pace. None of them spoke. Zidan and Xiaodan, of course, often needed no words, but even between them, this silence was a different one.

8. rivalry series

Panting, Isobel swung herself back onto the bench and bashed her stick against the low wall with a scream of rage muffled behind her teeth.

9. thunderstorm warning

Alex groaned and smacked his head back against the pillow. He’d been in bed for an hour, tossing and turning, folding and flipping his pillow, fighting with the blankets, changing sides, switching back and forth between his side and Michael’s, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get comfortable. The bed was too cold, or he was too warm under the blankets, or the house was too quiet, or every little sound jerked him to attention.

10. torrential

The house was quiet when they came home. Peaceful. They weren’t even gone long enough for the air to grow stale—only a faint hint of rain lingered in the air, and that was home, too.

Only used solo published fics because I genuinely can't remember who wrote the opening lines of most of my cowrites. I'm not sure what patterns to draw here...It appears that I don't typically start a fic with dialog, and I tend to start in media res, though the degree of the action varies. Only two of the fics include establishing information before the action begins, and I would honestly deduct "like clockwork" from being evidence of a trend there, because that fic had a deliberate structure that by definition would buck any trends I have in my writing.

for anyone wondering, the two non-rnm fics in this list (parted from me and never parted + morningmist) are fics for star trek: strange new worlds and a book called Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco respectively. pls read vampire book. thank you and goodnight.

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 11

Read the first 10 chapters on Ao3 here!

Kara had so many plans, some to do with kicking her friends in gear so they are more present to support Lena, some to do with taking Lena out on a date and some to do with figuring out what steps they need to take now that they know what Lex did.

She doesn’t get that far though, as much as she tried because she was called into The Tower in the middle of the night because of an emergency, and not just her but everyone.

Kara does have to admit though, walking into The Tower and seeing how cute Lena is in her sweatpants with her hair up in a messy bun and her eyes droopy from fatigue, it kind of makes up for it.

“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Kara asks as she swoops in via the balcony, cape flicking up behind her as she lands, settling down to swing against her ankles as she walks down the stairs to the group, each wooden step creaking under her feet.

She reaches the bottom and lands among the small group of her friends, all gathered around a laptop, Lena’s hands resting on the keyboard.

“Take a look at this.” Lena answers, eyes fixed on the screen. “All of the bugs have been restarted and they are all gathering in a one-point-seven-mile radius of The Tower.”

“What?” Kara pushes her way through the others, none of them making any attempt to move out of the way so she can look, too busy gorming at the screen themselves, watching as thousands of little, tiny dots all zone in on the area, clumping together and doing exactly what Lena said.

They are forming a perfect circle, evenly spread and filling out any gaps with more bugs as they fall into the radius.

“I think that Lex managed to track where I shut them down from. It’s technically possible but very unlikely, unless…” Lena stops and clicks off of the screen, rapidly typing away on her computer and accessing the satellite that Lex is using to control the robot pests. “He tracked where the bug didn’t get me, he could see where the Luthor DNA sensor picked up that it was on me but can only get a basic area, not pinpoint it, that’s why they aren’t currently on top of us.”

“But they will be soon, they are covering the area and will probably be sweeping the streets until the sensors pick you up again. We need to prevent that to keep the location of The Tower safe.” J’onn takes over.

Lena half turns in her chair to see what the others are thinking and in doing so she makes eye contact with Kara. Their eyes pin on each other’s for a brief moment before Kara talks. “I’ll fly her out of here.”

J’onn thinks for a moment, crossing his arms and keeping his stance wide. It’s oddly intimidating in a papa bear kind of way. “That might be best.”

Kara offers a hand to Lena, intent on helping her up but she’s cut off by a rough vibrating sound, almost like a soft buzzing and it’s close. It hits her before everyone else but there’s not much time in between.

They all look up to try and find the source of the noise grating on their nerves. It’s not at all difficult to see what’s causing it either because one look towards the balcony presents them with the terrifying view of a swarm of the little things entering into The Tower, filing in and beginning their search.

“Nia, shield Lena!” Alex calls out, quick on her feet.

Apparently, telling Nia to shield Lena now means shield Lena and yourself. She isn’t really in the mood to get crawled on by a load of bugs herself, especially if they jab her the same way they did before, that didn’t feel too good.

By the time they get within arm’s reach of them, Nia has a bubble of dream energy around herself and Lena and they are huddled close while watching through the blue stream of energy as the others begin to fight off the horrible little creatures.

For the most part, they are just hiding behind Kara though since her freeze breath is doing a wonderful job of blowing the suckers away and it’s actually very satisfying to see them being shot across the room.

“J’onn, Brainy, we’re going to fly out of here, everybody find someone to hold onto. I’m going to clear us a path.” Kara yells out between breaths, immediately feeling hands wrap around her shoulders, someone ready to be lifted up.

She hovers up a few inches and is greeted with a sharp gasp in her ear, giving away Kelly’s identity. Taking a deep breath, she gives out a harsh gust of frozen air, pushing the bugs back more, taking another breath and going again as soon as she feels the overwhelming need to breathe, forming a path for the others to fly out of there.

She keeps close to the others, seeing J’onn with Alex under one arm and Lena under his other one, looking absolutely terrified and clinging to her laptop, unwilling to leave it behind even when she’s being airlifted to safety by a Martian.

Brainy has Nia, holding her bridal style and deftly zooming around to dodge any bugs, calculating where they are going to fly to next so he can strategically avoid them, keeping Nia as safe as he can in the process.

“Hold on, Kelly!” Kara calls behind her. She feels Kelly’s arms tighten and her knees push into her waist, clinging onto her like a koala. Feeling as though she’s secure around her, Kara lets out on final massive gust and uses her superspeed to rush out of The Tower completely, pushing onto Brainy and J’onn’s back to speed them out of there too until they are floating above The Tower completely, looking down at the balcony that’s now completely covered in the shiny little robots.

“That’s insane.” Kelly breathes into her ear.

“I know, right?” Kara replies.

Checking on the others, they all seem alright, none of them have any visible visitors on them at least but there is one problem: Lena is visibly panicking, practically trying to climb J’onn and clinging to him, eyes closed and her breathing laboured.

J’onn looks lost, completely unsure of how to deal with it so Kara flies over, “Lena, hey Lena, look at me, you’re alright.” She touches her shoulder, trying to steady her but ends up with her arms full of Lena Kieran, the woman burying her head into the crook of her neck, her arms entwining with Kelly’s, who is still holding onto her back.

“Um, Lena?” Kara tries again but when she feels tears on her neck and Lena’s arms rearrange, swinging the laptop to hit her over the head by accident, she just gives up, tightening her hold and calling out to the others. “Head for my place! We should be out of the radius there!”

Brainy and J’onn take off, J’onn moving a little quicker, probably because he really isn’t fond of Lena climbing up him like a cat climbing up a cat tree and based on the way Kara got a whack to the head, she’s sure that J’onn probably got one too, maybe even Alex, but then again, if Alex got hit, Lena probably would have been hit back.

It seems that having Kelly on her back is a good thing though because, through the wind whistling in her ears, she can hear her murmuring calming techniques at Lena over her shoulder and can see the way their hands are twisted together on her shoulder, clutching each other in a tight enough grip that their knuckles have paled.

She can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy even though she rationally knows that it’s ridiculous, this is Lena, who she agreed to date, and her sister’s wife with whom she shares a child, Kara’s own niece. This is not the time to be jealous, especially when she’s the one that Lena is burying her head into and she’s the one with Lena in her arms.

“Almost there!” She says tracking the familiar streets below her that lead to her apartment building, letting the women clinging to her know that they are almost back to solid ground.

By the time they get there, having flown a bit slower for Lena’s sake, Alex has used her key to let herself, J’onn, Brainy and Nia in. It’s Kara’s best guess that they probably landed in the alley behind the building and used the stairs, something that she won’t have to do since one of them has been nice enough as to leave a window open for her, one that she definitely closed before she left this morning.

She tries not to use her windows as exits in the off chance she ever gets seen leaving through them and her identity being exposed, something she hadn’t thought about until she causally mentioned it to Lena when she was helping her build her furniture a few weeks ago. Today is an exception though because this is not your average kind of day.

Kara glides in through the window, lowering down gently and letting Kelly step away after wrangling her fingers from Lena’s tight grip. “Hey, we’re here. It’s safe to come down now.” Kara speaks softly into Lena’s ear, very slowly bringing her legs down from over her arm and letting her feet come into contact with the floorboards until she’s settled back on her own two feet, Lena’s arm still slung around her shoulder to keep herself steady.

Her breathing is still laboured, a little bit too quick and a little bit too shallow but overall, improving. She comes back to her senses after a minute or two, the rest of the team giving her and Kara some space, letting them stand over by the window opposite the kitchenette while they go and take up residence on the couch.

Kara moves them so that she’s between Lena and the rest of the group, blocking their view of her and shielding her from their gaze. “Lena, are you alright? Try and slow your breathing.”

Lena takes an audible deep breath, keeping her eyes low, too embarrassed to look Kara in the eyes. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, I mean it. We all get scared sometimes.” Kara runs her hands up Lena’s arms from her elbows to her shoulders, trying to comfort her. “Do you want to go into my bedroom, there’s a curtain for privacy, you can calm down a little more in there?”

Lena nods, just barely but it’s there, so Kara leads her there, pointing out her bathroom so Lena can wash her face if she needs to before leaving her perched on the edge of her unmade bed, giving her a moment alone.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s past three in the morning and she left in a rush, she would be embarrassed about Lena seeing her bedroom a mess, especially since her pyjamas are still lying on the floor from where she stripped them off in favour of her Super suit.

She drags the curtain closed behind her, heading for her kitchen to grab Lena a glass of water and a candy bar, that always helps her after a panic attack and Lena seemed pretty damn close to having one of her own when they were flying.

Kara makes awkward eye contact with Nia, who mouths to her “is she ok?” She nods back, not entirely sure but hoping that she’ll be calmer in a minute, already half the way there.

Slipping behind the curtain, Lena is nowhere in sight but there’s a tap running in the bathroom, giving away her location so Kara just stands and waits for Lena to come back out, dropping the glass and snack onto her nightstand so she can tidy up her bed and toss her pyjamas over her clothes rail out of the way.

“Hey, don’t hide those, they’re cute.” Lena makes Kara jump, laughing a little at Kara being caught red-handed with ducky PJs.

“I wouldn’t dare, I just didn’t want to leave them on the floor, they deserve better than that.” Kara smiles, picking up the glass and candy bar to hand over. “Here, these should help make you feel better.”

Lena ignores the water, going straight for the candy bar, unwrapping it and taking a huge bite, chewing a couple of times before talking with her mouth full. “Do you have anything stronger?”

“You sound like Alex.”

“There’s no need for insults.” Lena smiles, taking the water when she finishes her bite.

Kara rolls her eyes before tilting her head. “Do you feel better now?”

“Much, I probably should have mentioned that I have a phobia of heights before being lifted into the sky, right?”

“Maybe but I never mentioned telling you how unbearably claustrophobic I am so I guess we’re even, you’ll just have to keep your fantasies of seven minutes in heaven to yourself, I cannot help you with those.”

Lena snickers at her, taking more bites to hide her smile. “Shame” she murmurs out, cheeks puffing out like a little hamster.

“Come on, let’s go join the merry band of idiots before they break something since they are unsupervised in there.” Kara declares, her face overtaken with a pained look when she hears something clatter from the other room.

Lena’s eyes go wide. “Good idea.”

They rush to pull back the curtain, tripping over each other to get into the living room to see what mess there is for them to find but luckily, the only thing amiss is Nia and Alex clinging onto opposite sides of the TV remote.

“What are you two doing?” Kara asks, her voice sounding way too scandalized for what’s going on in front of her.

Nia lets go of the remote suddenly enough that Alex falls back into the arm of the couch with an “oomph.”

“Children…There are children in my apartment.” Kara facepalms, heading over to the one empty chair left and hesitating before actually sitting down, offering the seat to Lena, who takes it with a grateful smile, shuffling over to one side as much as possible before pulling Kara down to squish in next to her.

Lena keeps her face completely neutral, acting as though she isn’t crammed into a chair meant for one person with Kara and that she didn’t have a meltdown on the way over here. “So, we need to decide what to do next.”

“Good idea. Kelly, do you have Lena’s laptop?” Kara asks although she already knows the answer having seen her take it from Lena when they arrived.

Kelly just passes it over from where she had set it down on the coffee table and Lena takes it from her, opening it up and checking to see what’s going on. “From the look of it, they are still spread evenly over the radius so-“ Her eyes grow wide and her lips part as she follows what’s happening on the screen.

Kara, unnerved by the way she suddenly cut off from what she was saying, peeks over her shoulder to see what’s going on and she’s not entirely sure what she’s looking at other than the fact that all of the little, tiny dots are disappearing. “Wait, what?”

“They are all shutting down, or at least becoming untraceable,” Lena speaks over the top of her laptop, keenly aware of every set of eyes in the room staring at her.

Brainy stands, making his way over to her side and crouching down to look at the screen with her. “If they were being cloaked or shut down they would all go at once, these aren’t, they are going in waves meaning that they are being destroyed.”

“How? Even my freeze breath wasn’t destroying them, they were just being knocked out of the way.”

“I would quite like to know the answer to that as well.” J’onn sits back in one of Kara’s other chairs, arms folded.

Using her super hearing to try and pick up on what’s happening, the sound of buzzing has completely disappeared, or drowned out by the mass amount of sirens now echoing around the city, all headed for one place, a one-point-seven-mile radius. “Turn on the TV now, something’s happening.”

Alex scrambles for the remote, pressing the red power button with a sharp finger and staring impatiently at the screen while it takes a few seconds to kick in. She presses on the news channel, and they are greeted by an awful scene: A reporter standing in front of a random building, one a couple of blocks away from The Tower, it is burning away while firefighters try and put out the blaze.

The shot pans back though and it gets worse, the entire row of buildings is on fire. They are too concentrated on the scene that they take a second to listen to what the reporter is saying.

“Fire officials have yet to determine what has caused the mass amount of fires suddenly taking over the area but firefighters are doing their best to stop the spread and minimize fatalities. Dozens are injured and while nothing has been confirmed, there are suspected deaths.”

“Oh, Rao.” Kara panics. “I have to go and help.” J’onn and Brainy stand up at her words, following her lead. “Us three will go, you guys stay here and keep Lena safe and maybe get some rest if you’re not too wired, it is very early and something tells me that it’s going to be a long couple of days.”

Nobody questions her, but Lena does grasp her wrist just as she’s stepping towards the window, having no qualms about using it as a door tonight. “Kara, please be safe.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Lena releases her wrist and watches her go. “Thank you.”

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flowers for alexander | chapter eighteen

The brand-new day in Santa Barbara was to be a rather cool one with the advent of the hazy marine layer over the morning sun. Testament’s ship drifted over the ground about a mile away from State Street, and the bunch of them congregated at the main hull to keep themselves steady and safe against the hard landing. Florence and Francine stood next to Eric right by the door of the boiler room with the paper clasped in their hands; the former lingered closer to him out of comfort, but also out of the fact that Alex stood right across from her.

His long black curls dangled over his shoulders, those thick tendrils like the vines from a weeping willow; his deep eyes swept over the shape Florence’s body, followed by the shape of Francine next to her. The feeling of infernal lust within that boy, and it had been woken up by that mere kiss on his lips courtesy of Florence. It was a feeling that Florence had yearned to see from him when they were together, and a feeling that burned from him, from those deep eyes like the cherries from a pair of cigarettes.

He crossed his legs to accentuate the shape of his body, and Florence rested a hand on Eric’s shoulder. She locked eyes with Alex as she moved her hand down the shape of Eric’s back, all the way down to the base, right down to the top of his leather belt.

Alex showed her the tip of his tongue, to which he directed his gaze over to Francine next to her. Florence felt a chill run up her spine. She couldn’t recall the last time he was this sensual and right in front of her no less.

Francine meanwhile didn’t even seem to notice that he was looking at her, given she gazed on at the dials and gauges right over his head: one was for water pressure as well as the temperature right by there at the very heart of the boiler. The one over Louie’s head read the minute amount of millisievert inside of that particular hull of the ship.

The mere thought of a steam boiler like the one behind the pane of glass behind the three of them running on radioactive material made Florence shudder down to the bone. She rested a hand on her belly; Eric rested a hand on her left hip to bring her closer to his body. Alex’s gaze was fixed on Francine, however.

The ship landed on the ground and Florence and Eric ducked over to the door across the room first. Francine lingered back a bit to keep looking at the gauges; Florence glanced back at her best friend to see her lock eyes with Alex for a brief second, but then she strode on after them. Once they were outside in the hazy golden sunlight, Eric ran his stubby fingers through his black hair and let out a low whistle.

“Whoa,” Florence couldn’t hold it in anymore; she looked out to the dark ocean waters and the sparkling crests of waves against the deep orange and scarlet veil of the sky at the surface. The feeling raged like the high tide before sunrise.

“Man, is it just me or did Alex get like… really sexy overnight?” Eric asked her in a low voice, and Florence had to resist the urge to laugh.

Francine joined them from behind with the paper in her hand and a nonchalant expression on her face.

“Florence, do you know where to get breakfast at this point at this time of day at all?” she asked her in a single breath. “I just got really hungry really hard right now.”

“Yeah, right over here—” Eric gestured to the low building across the grass from there, and Florence spotted a small cafe on the far end. She took Francine by the hand and led her over there as if they were running from something.

“I’ll meet you girls over there,” he called after them.

Florence paid no attention to the papers in Francine’s hand once they were there at the outside table closest to them: she took her seat and she ran her fingers through her hair and rested her free hand on her belly. The growing life inside was not too far away from sending her a kick or two. Francine set the papers down the table top before her and let out a low whistle.

“Man… what do you reckon we should have?” she asked Florence, slightly out of breath.

“I’m feeling some French toast with a few strips of vegan bacon,” she replied. “A cup of tea, too.”

“Vegan bacon? Do they even make vegan bacon?” Francine chuckled.

“If they don’t, they should,” Florence proclaimed, and she glanced down at the space on the table between them.

“Okay, so… what do you think we should say in our letters?” Francine began.

“Question for the ages.” Florence leaned over for a view into the cafe, where she spotted a small line of people inside of there waiting.

“I think we take a number or something,” she suggested, and Francine padded inside of there for one of those numbers in question from the little dispenser. She returned outside and took her seat across from Florence. She looked as though she had just sprinted a short distance as well with her face gone red and her hair still a disheveled mess from sleeping.

“Got a number,” she said. “When our number is up, I’ll go back in there and get you some French toast and myself an omelette.”

Florence rested her hands upon her belly as if she awaited her fate from the other side of that glass door behind them. All the while, she wondered if Eric would join them there at the table, especially since those boys were just as hungry as the two of them.

“God…” Francine leaned back in the chair with her arm extended out before her.

“What?” she asked her.

Francine nibbled on her bottom lip. “You want to know the truth, Flo?”

“Frankie, we’re friends,” Florence assured her. “You can tell me anything and everything.”

Francine peered over her shoulder and Florence patted the top of the table to gather her attention.

“The boys are way over there,” she assured her with a gesture behind her. “Speak now or they can and will come on over here without warning.”

“I can’t stop thinking about Alex,” Francine confessed. “Did you see how he was looking at us?”

“Did I see? I was leaning into Eric as if he was about to get away from me! I don’t ever recall seeing him that hot and sexy before. It was like it came out of nowhere.”

“You must have unlocked something in him,” Francine explained with a shake of her head and a fanning of her face with her hand. “Something that he couldn’t get out in the open before when you two were initially together.” She closed her eyes and parted her lips for a soft whistle, and Florence could see it on her face, such that she ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip in excitement.

“Are you okay?” Florence asked her with a fluttering in her chest.

“I think so,” Francine answered, and she ran her fingers through her hair again.

“When we see him again, you should talk to him,” Florence suggested with a wag of her finger. “What’s our number, by the way?”

“Thirty-two,” Francine quipped.

“Here, I’ll go in there to get our food and if you see him, go talk to him,” Florence suggested, and she stood to her feet and arched her back even though she wasn’t nearly that big yet.

But when she stepped inside of the cafe, she was greeted by the sights and smells, the fresh coffee beans with the tea leaves, the baked goods out of the oven in junction with the sweets on display before her; all of it was enough to send everything into overdrive. She shook her head and brought a hand to her forehead as if she was about to faint right then and there on the floor.

The smell of cooking sugar, like the glaze on the ginger snaps on display before her, an otherwise lovely smell that she loved to the ends of the earth, made her stomach turn.

It was overwhelming to the point she believed she would vomit, and she bowed out of there for the fresh air of the marine layer once more. Francine peered back at her in concern.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I couldn’t handle it,” Florence confessed as she took her seat once again, and she could feel the tears well up in her eyes.

“Aw, it’s okay,” Francine comforted her with a gentle pat on the table before her.

“I usually love the smells of a cafe or a bakery,” Florence said tearfully; “I thought I was going to puke.”

“Here, I’ll get our food,” Francine offered, and she doubled back inside of there. Florence sniffled, and she glanced over her shoulder to the airships parked over on the grass. She noticed the boys from Death Angel congregated around Testament’s ship as if there was something happening there; as far as she knew, they were just boys being boys and hanging out before they gathered breakfast for themselves.

Their long black hair and their sun-kissed brown skin made her think of the first time that she and Eric had gotten together in the face of the breakup of her and Alex. His pale skin in lieu of the soft tan that kissed Alex’s lanky forearms, those delicate lips in lieu of Alex’s ripe cherries, that stout stubby body in lieu of Alex’s long and lanky strength… She looked on at those five boys and she wondered if she could trust any of them with the secrets that she and Francine wanted to write down for themselves.

Lead singer Mark nudged his hair back with the flick of his long fingers: even from a distance, Florence could make out the shiny silver on each of his fingers.

There was just something about a boy with a whole slew of rings on his hands like that. Something that she yearned to see more of with Alex and especially Eric. It was the way that the silver accentuated everything, and she couldn’t help but visualize those two boys in particular with them.

Francine emerged from the cafe with a cup of coffee in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right: she handed Florence the tea before she sat down across from her, and she sipped on the little slit in the lid.

“What’cha looking at?” she asked her.

“The kids from Death Angel,” Florence replied. “I kind of wonder if they could be like our audience when we write our letters.”

“Sort of as like a second opinion but without the bias?” Francine followed along.

“Exactly, right!”

Francine would head back into the cafe once their food was ready, and the two of them got to work on their letters in unison, and with the hazy sun at their backs. Unlike being on the airship, the words flowed out of both women; Florence had a fluttering whirring sensation in the pit of her stomach as the tip of the pen scrawled over that sheet of paper, still smooth despite Francine having clutched it against her body all the way across the grass.

Those five boys made their way over to the patio of the cafe: Florence glanced over at Mark, who led the pack over to the big table right behind them. He showed her a friendly little smile, and she nodded her head at him.

She set down her pen and sipped on her tea, which was still nice and hot even with the cool morning around her. He strode on over to her with that thick mane of coarse black curls drifted behind him like the sail from a catamaran straight out of the Philippines.

“Florence, right?” he asked her.

“Yeah. Is it possible you could be a peer review for me and Frankie here?”

“You say ‘peer review’ as if we’re in school,” he joked, and he treated her to a loud belly laugh.

“It is school in a way,” Francine assured him. Rob then said something to him.

“I think so, yeah?” Mark replied. “We have to take a number?”

“Yeah, take a number,” Florence chimed in, and Rob bowed into the cafe for a number tag for the five of them. Mark then dragged a chair up behind him and took his seat there with the two of them.

“What the hell, dude?” Dennis jeered at him.

“I’ll be right back, keep your shorts on,” Mark assured him with a gesture of his hand, and then he returned to them and rubbed his ring-clad hands together. “Okay! So, what do we got?”

“These are letters that—um—” Florence cleared her throat, and she gestured for Mark to move in closer. “—we wrote to Alex. It’s a long story, but we needed to say these things to him, as closure for me and for Frankie over here to tell him the truth about how she feels about him.” 

“We need a third set of eyes with us,” Francine added with a slight tremble to her voice.

“Oh, okay,” he said with a nod. “Sort of as like a, uh… ‘is this acceptable enough?’ or something like that.”

“Exactly, yeah,” Florence clarified, and she noticed that Francine was looking at something behind her, and she turned around in her chair. Alex stood right behind them with his mirrored sunglasses on his face and his shirt opened at the top to show off the top of his chest. She returned to Francine and the look of euphoria on her face. Mark cracked her a sky smirk.

“What’s up with you?” he asked with a chuckle.

“He’s so hot,” she confessed.

“You think so?” he retorted to her with a little gyration to his head.

“I know so,” she sputtered; Alex ran his fingers through his black curls and peered up to the sun to let the soft light caress over his handsome face. The small pearl of gray at the top of his head almost appeared pure white in the face of the sun, a little shock in the face of all normal things, like a big earthquake that went unreported. He looked as though he was about to come on over there but he was waiting for someone: Florence turned around the other way to see Eric ambling closer to them.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Just when I thought we had some privacy.”

“Here, I’ll take these and I’ll read them in a private place,” Mark vowed as he picked up the papers and folded them in half.

“You’ll do that for us?” Francine asked him.

“Oh, yeah! I’d be happy to.” He folded them again and tucked them into the front pocket of his denim vest.

“Thank you, Mark—you’re a lifesaver,” Florence declared.

“Nah, just trying to do good—your hubby’s the real lifesaver,” he said with a nod. She peered straight up to find Eric right above her: his long smooth black hair swept over her like a curtain.

“You talking about me?” he asked her.

“Depends. Are you hungry?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Mark let out another laugh at that, and he stood up to let Eric have a seat with the two girls; he dragged another chair up for Alex. At least the letters were in good hands at that point.

[yellowloid]

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. 

i was tagged by @elorianna @glorious-blackout @trickztr and @fiireside - thank you my lovelies! 💖 i'm definitely *not* going to talk about my older fics i've written in my native language because they're not that good and i cringe a bit at the memory (but still with love, y'know) + i only have five published works on ao3, so i'm going to talk a bit about those! in no particular order because i'm very proud of each and every one of them.

• Demons, Nightmares and Relatable Stuff

{buzzfeed unsolved}

a little fic i wrote back in 2018, when i was still in the middle of a terrible case of writer's block. i had it since 2014 and it only went away in 2021; during the years in between, i was only able to write sporadically and with great difficulty. being able to work on and finish this, as short as it may be, was a great accomplishment for me. it was also the first fic i ever wrote in english, so i was really proud and even though i don't write about bfu anymore, i'm still a big fan of ryan, shane and everything they do, and this fic is still very dear to my heart.

• In the Woods Somewhere

{tlsp - milex}

my first milex fic and the fic that finally got me out of writer's block! also first attempt at writing fantasy AND smut. the idea had been in my head for a long time and i finally had the chance to put it on paper, so i just took the chance and looking back on it i'm so glad i did. i'm very fond of this one - i worked really hard on it and, as i already said elsewhere, i kept going back to it to fix things because i really wanted it to be as good as it could before posting it. i had a lot of fun writing it but i was also a bit obsessed, it needed to be perfect - and of course it isn't, it's definitely not my best work but it felt amazing to finally be able to write again. it still means a lot to me and when i posted it i was blown away by how supportive the milex fandom was and still is 💞💞

(also, it's almost been a year since i posted it and, y'know, if you still haven't read it maybe it's the right time to do it lmao)

• Terra Incognita

{tlsp - milex}

this is one of the fics i'm most proud of! it taught me that sometimes the things that come to you almost casually are the ones that end up surprising you most. i started writing it after putting another project aside and i just wanted to write something cute and simple. i had a clear idea of it in my head and i was very satisfied with how it turned out. however, being a big ass pessimist i didn't expect it to receive so much love when i posted it 😭 i was so happy that people were enjoying it; writing it and receiving such lovely feedback gave me a big boost of writing-serotonin, which i really needed after giving up on that other project i'd been working on. so yeah i'm really attached to this one 💖

• Away From Harm In My Baby's Arms

{tlsp - milex}

the first part of my first ever series. there's not much to say about this one, it's just cute and fluffy and it gives an overview of their relationship growing over the years, from the puppy love of the recording of taotu to the horny shenanigans of the eycte tour, and everything that happened between 2016 and today. there's a lot of reminiscing about the past, very cute but very angsty in some passages, but it's mostly Certified Fluff TM. it was inspired by my love for alex's hair and my ever-growing need to write essays on how his hairstyles reflect his mental state. the idea of miles braiding his hair just wouldn't leave my mind, so i HAD to write it down and make it extra fluffy. overall, i think this fic gives a nice preparation as to what to expect in the next parts of the series, especially when it comes to alex and miles' dynamic.

• All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You)

{tlsp - milex}

my baby, my love, my emotional support fic! definitely the one i'm most proud of along with Terra Incognita, but i have to admit i have the biggest soft spot for this one. it might very well be the longest fic i've ever written (i used to write long-fics when i was younger but they were definitely shorter than this); it's the first multi-chaptered fic i've been able to write ever since getting over my writer's block, and it just makes me a bit (very) emotional because if you told me from the past that i'd be able to write this i would have never believed it. and yet here we are - 65k words, which might not be that much for other people but it's definitely a lot for me. i worked on it very hard and i'm just so proud of it, i doubt i'll ever shut up about it. so much shit happened to me personal life-wise as i was writing it, and at the end of the day no matter what happened i always came back to this fic and it was like getting wrapped in the tightest, warmest hug. i've grown so attached to it, and i just love everything about it: the idea behind it, the dynamic between alex and miles and just the pure romanticism of it all. now that i'm almost done posting (only two more chapters to go!) i'm a bit sad that it's ending, but i'm also so excited to share the last chapters with you guys. you've shown this fic so much love and i'm here, a bit like a proud parent, seeing my baby go into the world and be appreciated 💖 idk i'm just really emotional over this fic, and i'm also very excited for the next and final part of the series. stay tuned for that!!

since i'm a bit late and everyone has already done it, i'm tagging whoever wants to do this 🥰

[glorious-blackout]

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

I was tagged by the lovely @elorianna, thank you! 🥰 I’m a pretty terrible judge of my own writing, especially in retrospect, but here are a few fics I’m fond of regardless:

1) You’ve Always Been Here

Mark knows he should be happy. He's the renowned owner of the most sought-after hotel in the galaxy, gets to perform onstage to adoring crowds every night, and can gaze up at Earth from the lunar surface whenever he pleases. And yet, he cannot shake the feeling that something is fundamentally wrong. All-consuming weariness takes hold as his mind is weighed down by memories which are not his own, and the mysterious stranger in the bar spouting mad theories about simulated realities isn't exactly helping matters.

Crossover between Arctic Monkeys' 'Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino' and Muse's 'Simulation Theory'.

I’m still a bit blown away by the love this story received considering it started out as a self-indulgent piece written for @rock-n-roll-fantasy, but it was enormous fun to write something original using only lyrics and music videos for inspiration as opposed to a pre-existing plot. I’m not ashamed to admit that this story dominated my mind for months 😅 It also marked the first time I dipped my toe into writing for the AM/TLSP fandom which led me to meet wonderful writers within that fandom, and for that I’ll always be grateful 🥰

2) Is This What You Wanted 

The world is in ruins. Alex has escaped Tranquility Base only to find himself trapped among the broken remains of his home, and on top of that, he's unable to determine if anything around him is even real or simply another fiction.Not that any of that matters. It's hard to care about the world ending when he gets to wake up in Miles' arms every morning.

Sequel to 'You've Always Been Here'.

Picking this may technically be cheating as it’s a sequel to my first choice, but the setting feels very different and I was faced with the unique challenge of trying to write a fix-it that didn’t negate the ending to the original. Not sure if I succeeded or not, but writing this one was just as fun (and all-consuming) as its predecessor. It also should be noted that this fic wouldn’t exist without @elorianna 💖

3) This Is Going To Hurt

Today is supposed to be a good day for Alex. He's caught up in the midst of an incredible Puppets tour, he's all set to play a mind-blowing gig in a new city and - best of all - he even finds himself waking in the comfort of Miles's arms. Unfortunately he also wakes with what feels like the most horrendous hangover of his life, and somehow his day only gets worse from there.

I’ve definitely become kinder to this one over time as it made me want to pull my hair out at several points during the writing process 😅 Pretty sure this was my first proper sick-fic though and it allowed me to finally unleash my inner medical geek, much to poor Alex’s detriment...

4) Watch Our Souls Fade Away 

Nebula and Tony struggle to come to terms with everything they've lost as they make the journey back to Earth. Takes place immediately after the events of Avengers: Infinity War.

With a lot of my older fics I definitely fell into a trap of writing what I thought the audience would want rather than something I actually wanted to write, so I’m genuinely delighted that my most popular fic is one that I both remain fond of and was something I wrote entirely for myself. I still can’t believe how well it did considering it’s centred around an (at the time) underrated female character in a very male-centric fandom, but the response was overwhelming in the best way. It was one of those rare moments where my motivation to write was matched by a wealth of ideas and this fic became my life over the course of three weeks. It was also an exercise in problem solving as I would often write myself into corners and have to think my way out of them without breaking the narrative, but thankfully I found that to be a fun challenge rather than an off-putting obstacle 😅

5) What’s Left Unspoken

Gamora's aware that Peter loves her. Though it scares her, she thinks she's starting to love him too. The hard part is admitting it.

I think my days of writing for Marvel are long behind me and I’m not sure how well some of those stories hold up, but I was always quite proud of this one. Part of me sometimes wishes I could go back and rewrite certain bits of it, but for the most part I think it accomplished exactly what I wanted it to.

Tagging: @lanatural-books​, @alexturne, @yellowloid, @alexxturner-me-on, @1llusionmachine and @rock-n-roll-fantasy​ if you guys want to join in 🥰