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Virtue a Veil, Vice a Mask: Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

One month later . . .

Dany sank back onto sweat-damp furs, limp as wrung-out dishrag. Wordless, Jon took the chamber pot and emptied her sick. He returned with a wet rag and a horn cup of water. Dany rinsed her mouth and spat into the packed dirt of their tent. She sipped the water gingerly. Even water at times would find its way back up. The tiredness, the tenderness of her breasts, the sickness: the sum of this tally was evident enough. Even her craving of salt, her sudden sharpness of smell. The truth was there—so stark, so beautiful, but as fragile as a soap bubble. A wayward breath would kill it.

“My poor love. Bide a bit, aye? I’ll fetch you some bread,” Jon said, rubbing her back in soothing circles. Mm, she loved his warm, rough hands. The terror and joy must have risen to animate her face, for Jon stilled.

“Do you think it’s true?” Dany’s hoarse voice emerged with barely enough breath to be heard. Jon had keen ears, though, and she watched a smile spread across his face. A wide, toothy one that crinkled the corners of his eyes so beautifully it struck her heart. His hand moved from her back to rest just below her navel, over her still-flat belly.

“Yes, my wonder. You’ve performed another miracle,” he jested, kissing her hair.

Dany relaxed back against him, covering his hand with hers. A babe. How was it possible? After Khal Drogo, Qotho . . . the old ghosts stirred, hungry for the sharpness of her fear, but she banished them. Though with Jon, the two of them had bedded in such ferocity and frequency from nearly the moment they met that she was baffled by her sudden predicament.

“How?” she said. Jon chuckled.

“I’m sure the maesters have opinions on the matter, but I don’t know them,” he said. Dany cradled the spark of hope, pulsing within like an ember.

“A miracle,” Dany whispered.

“Jelmazmo,” Grey Worm’s deep voice drew Daenerys from contemplating the map spread on the folding camp table. Their plan was a tenuous one. A khalasar and dragons they had, but soldiers? Infantry? Perhaps a handful of freedmen had joined them, mostly farmers who had sharpened their pitchforks into spears. Grey Worm suggested they return to Slaver’s Bay, the beating heart of the slave trade, and purchase more Unsullied. Gold they had, but not enough to purchase an army. It was Jon who suggested a coup of sorts.

“It is poor sense to line our enemy’s pockets while emptying our own coffers. Let us make use of the dragons and free the Unsullied in one stroke,” he said, stabbing his finger into the harpy poised over Astapor on the map. He and Aggo had ridden to the ridge to take the scope of the city.

“Yes, Grey Worm?” Daenerys asked. Something like discomfort entered Grey Worm’s black eyes. He licked his lips before speaking.

“Rīza dārys and the bloodriders say that the slavers have taken the bait,” Grey Worm said. Dany jumped to her feet, then staggered.

“Jon said he was only scouting! The coup is happening today? Now?” Dany’s voice rose shrilly in anger. Within her belly the babe kicked her ribs and she winced. At first, it was delicate fizzling little flutters. But in the long journey inland, the babe grew. Miracle though it was, the babe enjoyed amusing himself by kicking her ribs or jumping on her bladder. Now in her seventh month, Jon and her captains were adamant that she stay as far away from Astapor as possible. That damned man!

Daenerys reached through their bond and felt the warm blaze of Drogon. As the pregnancy progressed, her dragon had grown even more protective. Often he would fly so close the horses spooked, sending their column into disarray. Drogon was only content when Daenerys rode on his back. Come, my love! We ride! The answering roar was close. She surged to her feet, then swayed at little as a wave of dizziness overcame her. Grey Worm caught her arm to steady her.

“Jelmazmo, you should not go to the city. I know these slavers, they are cruel. And you carry another dragon in your belly,” Grey Worm said.

“What better protection than Drogon, Grey Worm? I must go. I must go to Jon and wring his handsome neck for leaving me behind,” she said, shaking off Grey Worm’s grip and struggling with the weight of her mail hauberk. Grey Worm cursed in bastard Valyrian and helped ease the weight over her head. Daenerys stuck out a foot and jerked her chin in a hurry-up motion. The shape of her belly prevented her from reaching her own bootlaces. Mindful of her swollen ankles, Missandei had thoughtfully loosened them before seeking her midday rest in her own tent. Grey Worm exhaled an irritated breath and knelt to tie her laces.

“Rīza dārys was adamant that you stay--”

“I am going, Grey Worm. I am blood of the dragon,” she said. The ground shuddered beneath their feet as Drogon landed. Dany shoved aside the partition of her tent and squinted into the blistering brightness of Astapor’s hot sun. Drogon gleamed obsidian with crimson streaks glowing in the sunlight. His amber-red eyes watched her approach, wide wings baiting in the eagerness to be gone. He did not want his brothers to have all the fun!

“You have the van, Grey Worm. Be ready!” Dany shouted over Drogon’s sharp cry.

Coiling her braid atop her head, she shoved her helm down over it. An enameled dragon in Drogon’s likeness snarled across her brow, her cheekpieces mimicking his open maw. Mounting Drogon wasn’t the usual effortless process. Bless him, Drogon flattened himself as much he could, even stilling his breathing as she scaled the ladder of spikes. With much cursing and effort, Dany settled in her usual spot, steadying herself on one of Drogon’s crimson spikes.

“Fly, my love,” Dany commanded in Valyrian. Drogon roared and with a teeth-jarring leap, flung himself upward. Dany grinned. The giddy rush of flying never lost its luster.

“I’m coming, Jon!”

“Vyrmax, dracarys!” Jon bellowed. The white dragon arched his neck and Jon watched in half-horrified fascination as the white-gold blaze of fire emerged from his throat and bathed Kraznys mo Naklos in flames. The slaver shrieked, a high thin sound that snapped like glass. Then he was naught but blackened bones. Jon drew Nightfall. The world seethed like an upset anthill. Aggo drew his arakh, bellowing a war cry. The slavers and guards cursed and wept and died as the Unsullied advanced, as inevitable as the rush of a river. The cavalry of Jon and Dany’s khalasar surged out into the city. Slaying slavers, freeing slaves. Glorious chaos. Tessarion joined Vyrmax in the air, roaring and burning.

“Filthy Targaryen scum!” one guard spat, sprinting to meet Jon. Nightfall checked the blow—slivers of steel flying. Jon grinned, relishing the chance to at last strike against their enemy. The guard wasn’t ready for Jon duck to one side, for Jon’s knife to hamstring his leg, and Nightfall to open his throat. Another made the mistake of engaging Jon, and died with Nightfall piercing his heart. Hot energy sang through his muscles, that dark joy of battle. A spear blade sliced at his hauberk, but Jon swiveled and opened the attacker from collarbone to navel.

Another roar split the sky. Deeper, rich with a dragon’s rage. Drogon. Jon watched the great black dragon fly across the sun, resplendent in black and crimson. While it lifted his heart to see Drogon on wing, his heart sank. Dany. Dany had escaped her guards and thrown herself headlong into the fight. Damned stubborn woman!

“Vyrmax! To me!” Jon bellowed, with his voice and his mind. The white dragon shrieked, cutting sharply from where he flew west and landed with a jarring thud, his clawed feet crushing corpses. Jon sheathed Nightfall and scaled Vyrmax’s neck to his saddle.

“Fly!” he said, rubbing the ridge of muscle just in front of the saddlebow. Anger made his movements crisp and sharp, an acid burn in the back of his throat. A surge of powerful muscles and the air caught them, those great wings flapping. Moving air kissed his sweating face. The sun shone white and gold through those thick wing membranes. He gained height in the air even with Drogon, all the while mentally haranguing his wife.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jon shouted as soon as he was certain she could hear him. Given the size of their mounts, they could not fly closely, so he could not read the expression beneath the crown of her helm. The sun shone off the polished steel and Jon’s eyes watered.

“Me? I could ask you the same fucking question!” Dany retorted shrilly, “You left me behind!”

Jon sliced his hand in an impatient gesture, standing in the stirrups of his saddle.

“For your own safety, you foolish woman! You’re about to give birth!”

“The maester and healers say there’s more than a moonturn until my time! After all this time, after all this struggle, you leave me behind!” Her voice rose and cracked over the words. The hot rush of anger faltered a little, pained as always by her distress.

“What kind of khal am I if I cannot keep my queen and my babe safe? I’m no king, no man at all if I cannot do that,” he said, as quietly as he dared to be heard. Dany heard him. The duck of her head made the enameled eyes of the dragon shine.

“These are my people. They deserve my protection too. How can they risk their lives for me if I’m not willing to do the same?”

The last of the anger slipped through his fingers like sand. His brave wife. Jon sighed, swiping sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. He stroked the hot smooth scales of Vyrmax’s cream-colored back.

“Join me in battle, my love. The slavers will remember the name Targaryen!” Jon said. The shape of her smile dazzled him.

“Dive!” Dany shouted in Valyrian.

Five weeks later . . .

Dany sank back against the silky sheets, caught between the twin aches of her lower back and her throbbing feet. She huffed out a breath, rolling onto her other side. Sleep beckoned with dream-sweet kisses, but the deep ache in her back kept her awake. Clenching and unclenching like a tiny fist. Behind her, Jon murmured something in slurred Valyrian, too low for her catch. Dany subsided, hoping she hadn’t truly woken him. Petitioners had kept them both occupied for most of the day. Meereen’s heat made both she and Jon sleep naked.

Cool wind stirred the gauzy curtains of Meereen’s peak, the lone candle flame danced in its sconce. Moonlight was pared into circles by the screen across the balcony door. Peaceful. Comfortable. Dany eased her breathing, rubbing the taut skin of her belly. She relished a quiet moment with just the two of them, her and the babe. I love you so much, little one. The babe hadn’t moved much today, though the midwives were quick reassure her. There simply wasn’t room for a good healthy khalakka to move now so close to her time.

The pain clenched again, tight, grasping. Her exhaled breath shook as her focus wavered. Something shifted. A gush of warm wet between her thighs, she looked down at the clear fluid wetting the sheets, releasing a faintly briny scent.

“Jon. Jon!” Dany said, caught between terror and delight. The pain wasn’t simply one of sundry pains at being so massively pregnant, no. Labor pains! The babe was coming!

“Wha? What is it?” Jon shot up out of bed, blinking at her like a startled owl. His hair stood on end like porcupine quills. Dany reached for his hand. Jon took her hand between both his and knelt beside the bed.

“Are you well, my wonder? Shall I fetch you some ginger tea?” he asked. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so widely. Jon smiled back reflexively.

“Not just now, my love. We need the midwife. The babe is coming!”

Jon eyes flew wide. He jumped up and sprinted for the door, uncaring of his nakedness, wrenching it nearly off the hinges.

“FETCH THE MIDWIFE! THE QUEEN IS IN TRAVAIL!” Jon bellowed. When no midwife appeared from thin air, Jon shouted again, louder. Dany laughed.

“Jon, it’s all right. It won’t be for some time yet,” she said. in a blink, Jon was at her side.

“Do you need anything? Water? A blanket? A foot rub? Where in gods’ name is the thrice-damned midwife?”

Dany giggled, stroking his beloved face.

“It’s quite a large pyramid, my love. Give her time. Perhaps we can use new bedclothes? The waters have soaked them,” she said. Jon hustled her to the lounge chair and quickly stripped the bed. Missandei arrived just as Jon was tucking Dany back in bed, clean and comfortable. Just in time for the contraction to shiver through her, stronger this time. She rode the wave of it, waiting for it to ease. Two pairs of dark eyes watched her anxiously as she opened her own.

“I’m fine,” she promised. Jon—still naked—marched toward the door, wearing an expression that promised death and dragonfire if he was disobeyed. Just then Haji, the Dothraki midwife entered with her assistant, as well as a maester and one of the Green Graces.

“The queen is in travail. Aid her,” Jon said, folding his arms across his chest. Dany admired the force of her husband’s authority. He would defy the gods themselves for her, as she would for him. Targaryens answered to neither gods nor men. And now their little miracle was on their way.

Dany settled herself, ready for the trial.

Much later, the setting sun lit the room afire with gold. And Lyla Targaryen, slumbered at Dany’s breast. The aches were different, the sweat of effort cleaned and a gentle supper eaten. Dany floated, feeling a sense of perfect, utter peace. Jon kissed her forehead, nestled behind her on the nest of pillows.

“She’s perfect,” Jon whispered, tracing the tuft of silky dark hair on the top of her head. Happy tears flooded her eyes. All those years alone, enduring Drogo and Qotho, all that pain was worth it if it led her to this moment. This perfect moment. There was much work to do to rebuild the world, and bring the other slave cities to heel, but together they could do it. Tessarion had his rider, right here in the circle of her arms. The dragon has three heads. Together, all was well.

“I love you,” she said.

And Jon smiled.

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bhsiwoo · 5 months

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heylo again! this is xydo (juyeon's mun) bringing you my second muse and oldest son, jeong siwoo, the owner of eternity. he's a bit more on the tragic side of my muse spectrum but i hope you love him as much as i do! read under cut for more info and hit the like button if you'd be keen to interact!

dossier / bio / plot / moodboard

BASICS !

jeong siwoo, thirty years old, a widow of three years now and the famous owner of eternity.

he is someone who knows and is well aware of his growing entrepreneurship and wealth amongst society. needless to say, he doesn't fear the main three house but that doesn't mean he wants to fuck around with them. he draws a professional line with the three houses (or basically anyone per say) and does not have any interpersonal relationships with anyone from those household, mainly because it saves him the headache of any unwarranted drama. he does however enjoy tea ceremonies hosted by yeon and is well aware of who is behind yeon but doesn't snitch due to their mutual business relationships (siwoo enjoys teas and tea ceremonies but offers no gossips. yeon gets to host his ceremonies at eternity's private room in exchange).

tw / death. he was in an arranged marriage with his now deceased wife when they were both twenty four and twenty five respectively. despite it being arranged, they were both very much in love. his belated wife passed away just roughly two years into their marriage from being medically poisoned. she was also in her fifth month term of pregnancy.

in present time, he's being pressured to remarry so that there's an heir to inherit eternity but siwoo has no plans to remarry anyone due to his deep infatuation and remorse over his belated wife. instead, he's secretly seeking for adoption of a possible heir or to bring in a mentee whom he will name as an heir. (wanted connection!)

backgrounds on eternity: siwoo was in his late seventeen when he inherited the no name hotel from his late father, leaving him an orphan as well. the no name hotel is then revamped by seventeen year old siwoo who then renamed it to be [eternity]. it's a miracle how eternity managed to get its fame that there were rumors that siwoo had been associated to shamans, people who practice dark magic/supernatural beings, or even that he lured people to his property. others have said that when a nearby prince who had been undercover/traveling to beonhwa had fallen sick, it was whatever is going on at eternity that the royalty recuperated well. no one truly had known how eternity had got its fame especially after the change in reign, and siwoo refuses to budge when prompted or asked to comment on the rumors. what matters now is that the reservation list will always be occupied and unless you know siwoo personally, one may have to wait even over a year to be able to stay at eternity for even just a day.

INTERACTIONS !

siwoo can be found in formal events amongst the main houses, or even cultural/private events that is hosted by the orchid opera houses. he hates attending formal events but has to 'show his face' out of courtesy when required, whereas he enjoys the later since his late wife was fond of performances, particularly involving traditional korean instruments. it would be nice to write a plot where he gets called out on attending formal events where he shows his disdain as much as he hides it, or alternatively if y our muse and him would somehow always be seatmates for shows at the opera house!

honorable guests at eternity. while he owns it, it doesn't necessarily mean he's there 24/7; trusting his management and staff well for things to be in control. finding him there is a sort of an honor which your muse is bestowed? casual conversation, or even attempts of flirts (for muses above twenty seven) ensues? alternatively: he gets mistaken as a guest in his own busi and your muse thinks he's a tourist, hence an impromptu travel guide around beonhwa

someone who looks up to him and wants him to be a mentor or sort (without the naming of heir part)

down the line, a possible fling or someone he has fwb with (for muses that are 27-30), will have to work on trust and chemistry for this

alternative take, your muse having a harmless crush on him that's definitely one-sided and won't be reciprocated by siwoo if you want to sign your muse up for some angst

someone he has business-to-societal benefits with. your muse who makes an appearance with him as his plus one to boost their own name/social standing while he gets insight on the main family/things that could boost eternity's standing and profit.

someone who constantly sees him by the beach alone, wondering why he comes here so often to stare at the scenery before leaving without doing anything in particular) a rather personal angst plot which involves talks of death

someone who thinks of him as a friend? and alternatively, a take where they no longer are friends especially after his late wife passed.

maybe someone who visually resembles his wife a lot and that makes him delirious in a way? (don't particularly need to be a romance connection) but will def go for the angst route

someone from the main house that he works with for a mutual benefit relationship with between siwoo helping the house and them helping with eternity's fame and profit

#bhrp:intro #𝕆𝕆ℂ ― 𝘟𝘠𝘋𝘖 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘒𝘚!

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jadelynlace · 1 year

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Ink Drinker⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Chapter 13

synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend, and co-worker: you.

pairing: Modern Ivar x F!Reader

author’s note: It may possibly be a holiday miracle that I was able to come up with this chapter. (It’s mostly a filler chapter, but a chapter none the less.) I can’t thank you all enough for the constant support and feedback. Between the moodboards, the asks and drawings; all of it is just so, so special to me. Your support and utter obsession with this silly little AU makes me happier than you will ever know. It’s truly, truly so welcomed and appreciated. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

content warnings: There’s smut! And, feels. And, Ivar being a tool.

word count: 1500+ words

additional note: I had originally planned to end the series with chapter ten, but I can’t leave this AU alone. You’re all doomed and you’re all welcome. This will be the second chapter of Ink Drinker, Part Two. ♡

You feel the pressure send a wave impossibly deep into you; pressing perfectly along the spot Ivar knows so well, and as your back bends, the heat in your legs grows. And Ivar finally shifts, falling back towards his heels as he thrusts, your bare calf along his tattooed chest and if you weren’t at your very tipping point, you’d enjoy the sight for far longer. His arm is secured, keeping your leg at its height as he rests his lips by your ankle and his free hand stays stationed with yours, limply across the sheets. Feeling the tingle in his tailbone, Ivar groans against your skin as you tighten the grip on his cock, his eyes closing briefly as his mouth goes dry.

Your nails dig into the knuckles on his free hand and with the sudden burst of pressure, he watches you come—how your spine arches, and how your eyes roll into your skull under pleasure. He watches your body moving with his motions, a bounce to your chest and as you moan his name, the grip on his cock still tightens. But instead of staying where he’s enclosed, your leg is dropped as a forgotten thought and Ivar moves; his cock slipping free before his hand wraps it—and this sight you do savor. How his prick takes up home in his palm, tugging himself quickly while his breathes heavily with each passing second of finding himself on his own cusp. And then his lips part, a hearty moan filling your ears as his release dribbles white ribbons onto your skin, painting you in his essence before his hand pulls the last few streaks out. Releasing himself, his hand drops, finding your thigh and landing over your ink without a second thought; like clockwork, or a compass home with his eyes still closed.

“One day I’m going to get a picture of that,” You whisper, and one of Ivar’s eyes open at your oddly timed sentence.

“I have…several pictures of this,” Ivar replies, finding his biceps on each side of you while the glow of azure irises trace the lines you’re marked with.

“Not of me, of you,” You answer with a smirk and Ivar curls his lip in a pretend distaste, but it’s just that. Pretend.

“I’m not going to draw it for you,” Ivar quips as his reaches slowly, pulling the hair tie from his locks and they drop, longer now as they dust past his shoulders and you hum.

He moves slowly, climbing back over you with no single care for how he lays, his seed between the two of you and you swear you can feel a twitch through his limp cock when he registers the sensation. And that thought only sparks more curiosity through your skin before his mouth moves lazily against yours, humming as your nails dance through the artwork on his back. As they finally twirl through his hair, Ivar shifts, dropping his full weight over you and your head empties, putting your focus into scratching his scalp with his breath on your neck but your mind fails at that too. A heavy blanket along your entire body becomes your undoing and your eyes close, your hands drop to his back and Ivar swears he can feel the exact moment you fall asleep.

Deep boxes, some taped shut still and some wide open scattered through the threshold. You were surprised Ivar gave you the task so willingly: packing his belonging for the promise of the shared space in the new apartment. With your legs bent like branches, your fingers pull against the small plastic page and there lives the slightest inclination of curiosity written on your features.

“What do you have?” Ivar asks.

“Definitely not your baby photos,” You echo back, another quick turn of the page in your lap. “I still can’t believe you were a blond baby,”

“Give me those,” Ivar snaps far too harshly, reaching forwards to grab the booklet, a low rumble to his words as he needs nothing to remind him of his childhood.

“You were so cute Ivar,” You whine, meekly trying to reach for the bundle once more.

“I don’t know what the hell happened,” He ushers back, his figure turning away from you as he takes a quick glance over the photos: him and Hvitserk on the front lawn, Ivar with the gap of one missing tooth, and Hvitserk with one to match.

“I hope our kids look like you,” Ivar hears you say and you don’t even have to look at him to know the expression that has molded to his face.

“Do you think they’ll be like me…with the….” And his words trail off. “Because if they are, we’re screwed baby—I was a horrible kid because of it,” Ivar says softly.

“We’re not screwed,” You answer with a heavy sigh. “What you went through as a child is not going to be what our children go through,” You remind him, standing from the couch to meet his space. “And if anything, you know exactly what not to do, to be like Ragnar,” You speak, eyes up at his face as he studies the book. “Can you stop worrying, for like two minutes about our children, Ivar? Because, for one, I’m not even pregnant,”

“Worry is the one thing I’m good at,” Ivar say back coldly. You send your eyes sky high, rolling them and taking in the entire living room as they loop. The bloody words of Ivar own self hatred only sink the dagger further into your heart, drawing the banter to be so heavy against your consciousness and you know Ivar isn’t doing it to spite you; he talks this way about himself because it had kept him safe in the past. No one can be as mean to Ivar as he is to himself, and in turn, no one’s words hurt like his do.

“Ivar,” You suddenly say, snapping the booklet from his hand. “Don’t talk about yourself like that, I don’t want to hear it,” You demand, eyebrows creasing between anger and sorrow. “Because I know it’s not true, and somewhere you know it’s not true either,” Your arms cross, and your stance moves to be consistent with the look you have given to any patients that are willing to battle. The dazzling features across your face as you scowled towards Ivar before his chest heaves with sorrow, because he can detect where you lay the disappointment in your irises as they watch his flicker.

“Sorry,” Ivar says suddenly, moving his face to look away.

“Ivar,” You say again, nails pushing his face to catch yours. “I know you’re stressed, alright? What’s going on up here?” You then ask, tapping your nail against his temple.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re real,” Ivar starts and it causes you to snort. “And that I get to spend my life with you, and I’m always going to worry that one day I’ll wake up and—”

“Ivar, there is not one thing you could do that will make me want to leave you. You don’t possess the ability. Do you doubt my love?” You ask.

“Never, baby,” Ivar says back quickly as his eyes drop to yours.

“Then listen to that,” You say back. “I know you hardly ever want to listen to the good things your mind says, but believe that. Over anything else,” Ivar offers you simply a shallow nod and a somber smile gracing his lips. “Now, did you lose that front tooth because you fell down a slide?” You tease.

“Actually, Floki pulled it out,” Ivar answers as his lips finally crease into a small grin. “He tried to tell me it would be quick, and painless, and I envisioned a door and a string, not the pliers he decided to use,”

The move consists of filling Floki’s fleet of trucks to their brinks; locking extra furniture into a storage container, and convincing Ivar he doesn’t have to unload all of boxes in one night. Even if your failure on that is trophy worthy, you remind him about a certain city that wasn’t built in a day and all he responds firmly with is: “The apartment will be.”

Drumming his fingers across the granite, Ivar’s eyes refocus as he places the final collection of utensils into their respective homes. They slide in with whispers and you catch him staring at the colorful display of stone when you’re back through the door with the final suitcase.

“Getting tired?” You ask, pushing hair from your face and you feel your muscles ache with overuse and you can only imagine how much more sore you’re going to feel at sunrise.

“You know what I was thinking?” Ivar says, pushing the drawer to close and turning back to you.

“That I was right, and you can’t unload every single thing we both own in one lone night?” You try back, grabbing your water bottle from the counter near his wrist.

“Oh, no, actually it was how different this granite is going to feel under your ass when we christen the apartment,” Ivar teases.

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thespiritoflife · 9 months

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Exchange Love story ~

My initials: MI

My preference: men

YOUR Love Story:

- first meeting:

I'm sensing somewhere you can see the horizon.

Like by beach or by the bay/port area.

The sun is setting.

It can be any typical, regardless of what day of the week.

I hear, "unexpected miracles in everyday life".

Like you never expected something amazing on such an ordinary day.

It could be, you leisurely strolling by a park or plaza and just end up enjoying the sunset by the water.

Intuition is not letting me share more, like it's a blurry image of colliding vibrant colors from there.

"Don't ruin the surprise", said my intuition.

So I'm not sure if there would be a local outdoor event that you happen to stumble upon or what.

The vibrant colors remind me of balloons and confetti.

I'm not allowed to divulge further than this aspect.

- first impression of your person:

Two words: "Pleasant surprise".

This person is like a breath of fresh hair for you.

Like, you could have been so tired from working all day.

Like an unexpected friendship.

You thought, "this person seems interesting. Okay, let's be friends." without you ever realizing that this person will be so much more for you in a few months after your first encounter.

Could be a bit taller than you.

Someone you didn't expect to know about a niche interest of yours.

Like, "Wait, you actually know about (insert topic)?! No way!!! I'm into that too!!"

I'm sensing this person ends up unexpectedly complimentary for you.

Like, you wouldn't even realise that you've fallen for this person.

I'm hearing the song, "Never Knew I Needed" by Neyo.

It's from the Princess and Frog movie.

That movie might be something you've watched before.

It's actually giving me that vibe. You two.

Like you work hard day in day out, so searching for Future spouse isn't really your main priority.

Also, I'm getting this person carries their outfit well.

A great body line. Like they wear the clothes, and not the clothes overwhelming them.

Not exactly strict brand conscious person, but they dress well.

Even on regular outfits, they're quite fashionable.

Also, you two might have a bit of a height difference.

Also age. And culture(?) not really sure of you're from two different foreign cultures or what. Like it could be, one of you is from the west coast, the other one is from the east coast.

Finally, your person is quite eloquent with their way of speaking.

- relationship dynamics:

Chaotic fun. Those two words came out so naturally.

Like you both know when to work hard and when to play hard.

But one of you might be anxious attachment style and the other is a bit more detached and tends to need space when overwhelmed.

I'm hearing, work on your communication skills if you want this to be a lifetime thing.

"Don't let the past override the great things in front of you."

That message was significant.

So one of you might be the jealous type, as the other is a bit pragmatic.

But both parties are wiling to put in the work to make the relationship work.

But yeahhhhhhhh, if the anxious person is feeling insecure, put their pride aside and please communicate.

"Be bigger than your anxiety". Message for the person that's anxious and insecure.

- personality:

Your person seems to be more grounded and mature.

Kinda no nonsense and pragmatic.

But they know how to have fun, especially around you.

It's giving, "(Insert FS'name) is only like that around (Y/N)"

Like they show their soft side only in front of you.

Example: they don't listen to other people's opinions and guidance, but for you, they'd drop everything and be open to hear you out.

Like that. I find it sweet that you two work hard and play hard in your individual careers. But when it comes to your relationship, ego and pride has no place in there because both of you are willing to make things work out.

You two know you are endgame. So you both are willing to do what is necessary for the relationship and each other.

- Moodboard :

Photos aren't mine. Searched in from Pinterest.

As much as I wanna give a NSFW details, my intuition was like,

"NOPE DON'T RUIN THE SURPRISE!!! SHHHHHHHH!!!"

I'm like, "Dang it!! That good huh??"

And my intuition last response was...

I do hope you enjoyed this!

Your Future spouse really don't want me to ruin the surprise.

OH MY GOOOSH THIS READING IS SO GOOD AND IT RESONATES SO MUCH, WTF GIRL HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?? have you been in my mind lol? IT RESONATES SO MUCH ESPECIALLY THAT WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ANXIETY (cause i am anxious person as hell) I LOVE IT. MY PERSON SEEMS SO CUTE AHH IT MAKES ME SMILE AND MY HEART WARM AHH😭😭❤️❤️ I LOVE IT SO MUCH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT LONG READING. and i love these pics!! they're so cool❤️❤️🌸🌸 thank you once agaaain

FIRST MEETING

well, first of all, I have a feeling that it will happen when you least expect it. I know it sounds cliché, but it will be true. love will come to you when you won't look for it. I think it will take some time before you find him, BUT, you will definitely find him one day!🩷

and how will you meet him? I don't know why, but I immediately thought of two options, either through social medias/dating apps or through a mutual friend? even both options can be correct. you will definitely have mutual friends.❤️🫶🥰

I think that when you meet him, you will immediately be attracted to him. damn, you'll immediately think he's so cute. but I have a feeling that you won't really believe that he would want you too, honey I have a message for you from the Universe: you are beautiful and if others can't see it, that's their problem.

ok i feel like he will notice you later BUT.. you know that quote she fell first but he fell harder? exactly the same will apply to both of you.😍

it will take time to get together, to get to know each other better, but it will be worth it.

It is possible that he will have a younger sibling who will adore you

FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOUR PERSON

As I mentioned before, you'll think you're out of his league. But YOU WON'T BE. He will make you a little nervous, you will feel shy around him, but that is what he will like about you, that you are very cute.

You will have butterflies in your stomach with him. Ahh.🥺🥰

I have a feeling he'll be a lot more confident than you. He will be very happy to give you compliments and boost your confidence when you feel down. He will want to make you laugh, to make you feel safe with him.

I still have a picture in my head of a man wearing a blue shirt, light clothes. He dresses stylishly but comfortably. And he will smell very nice, you will love his perfume.

I don't feel like he'll have a beard, nor that he'll be older than you. He will be around your age, maybe 1 year older.🤔

Sports! Yes, this man loves sports. He will definitely have a nice body, athletic. He will like to take you out into nature, and he will want you to feel healthy. He will also be an animal lover, he will possibly have a dog.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS

I think that you will also have a big height difference between you, he will be much taller than you.

I think this man will want to protect you, he will be overprotective.

He will be the whole world to you. You will feel safe with him. I don't see any serious problems here, but maybe he will still want to go out with his friends and you would prefer him to be with you... he will really have a lot of friends.

I see a couple where the girl is sitting on the guy. You are that couple, it will be immediately visible in public that you are dating. You won't be doing PDA, but you will be hugging, holding hands, and looking at each other.🥺🥺🩷

PERSONALITY

As I already mentioned, he is a man who is funny, you will always laugh with him. He is the type of person who will provide all the fun at a party, for example. But what not many people know about him is that he is quite clingy, but you won't mind. Oh, I see bedtime cuddles here, it's so cute. He will still want to hug you and sometimes he will tease you, but in a good way. He will love you, I know that. And I see lot of texts here he will send you random memes.😅😍😩🩷

NSFW:

Long gentle sex. Long foreplay. Orall. I don't think you will practice quick sex, you will want to enjoy sex. He will be more experienced in this area than you and you will find it sexy!

Have a lovely day/night and I really hope you liked my reading! 🩷❤️

#warmy things❤️#exchange readings #ask #dominika's games

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somedayonbroadway · 1 year

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I’d love to see your Criminal Minds Moodboard.

I hope you enjoyed them!

Here’s another Criminal Minds Scene :) please enjoy!

TW: bullet wound, stalker

Criminal Minds AU

Everything was a blur, a painful, shocking mess of colors and shapes above him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out a person standing. They were just standing there and David wondered for a long moment if they were just there to watch the light leave his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. Screaming was the first thing that came to his head, but no sound would come out. He tried to focus on anything but the pain, but it was overwhelming and all David wanted was to sleep.

Maybe if he tried hard enough, he would be able to see the stars. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew it wouldn’t work. There were blinking lights somewhere beyond his eye line that were messing with his view. It would’ve been so pretty. Maybe he’d be okay to sleep if he could see the stars.

That is, until a blinding light shined in his eyes. “Sir? Sir, can you hear me?” a stranger’s voice asked and David hated himself for wishing beyond anything that it was Jack kneeling above him. “Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”

“He’s not responding.”

“His name’s David. I think he works for the FBI,” the bystander insisted, sounding shocked but oddly calm. David had not made much of an impression on his neighbors. It was hard when he was barely home. He wanted his bubble right now, filling up and down with machines and computers and a door that locked behind him and a phone so he could hear the voice of the only people he wanted in that moment.

Now he was moving. He let out a strangled noise and realized he was biting down so hard on his tongue that he was drawing blood. A brace was secured around his neck and people were still talking to him. David couldn’t figure out why. “What’s your name, sir? Can you tell me your name?”

With wandering eyes, the young man managed a small, “D-David… Jacobs…” The words were barely a squeak. His eyes were beginning to fall closed but his heart was racing, like he was panicking.

“You’re doing great, David. Stay with us, okay? Stay calm and stay with us, you’re doing great.” Those words were repeated to him over and over again in so many ways as David was juggled into a smaller compartment. A car. What was the word? Ambulance. David swallowed hard as he lost sight of the sky. Maybe his soul wouldn’t get to soar. Maybe he didn’t deserve it. He shut his eyes. Just for a moment. “No, come on. Wake up and breathe,” someone encouraged. “He’s hyperventilating. Give me a mask!”

David let his mind wander a bit as his body freaked out. He could see their faces in his brain, Racer, Spot, Kat, Bryan and Jack, smiling down at him, hugging him, holding him, telling him they loved him and David unable to respond. He let a tear slip down his face, only for more to chase after it. That’s when it finally hit him.

He was dying.

—

The sound of the gunshot ricocheted off of the walls of David’s brain and he wanted to get up, he wanted to run, but all he could do was let his eyes flutter open. He felt disgusting, his forehead drenched in sweat and tubes pressing through his nose. But right in front of him were these perfect green eyes. Someone behind David called out to him. He could feel they weren’t the only two people in here but he didn’t dare turn his head. “Jack?” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I’m right here, princess,” he smiled sadly. “You scared us half ta death…” He was being so gentle despite the rage he was holding inside for whoever had done this. He glanced at his team and then back down at David. “Hey, can you tell us what happened?”

All David could do was sniffle. “J-Jack…”

“I’m here,” Jack promised again. “Davey, you’re alright. The doctors are calling you a miracle. You’re gonna be okay—“

“You were right,” David whimpered. “I sh-shoulda always just listened ta you.”

Spot squinted. “Davey, do you know who did this ta you?”

David sniffled, turning his head so he could see Spot and Race and Katherine standing over him as well. It was almost overwhelming. “Th-the guy f-from the coffee shop,” he whispered. “I… I was stupid n’ I let him—“

“Davey, stop,” Jack assured. “Hey, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, okay? Can you tell us his name?”

With a small nod, David sniffled. “Vincent Larrings…” he whispered.

It was quiet for a moment before his team members began to brush through his hair and kiss his forehead, moving to leave. But David reached for Race’s hand. “Please don’t leave,” he begged.

Race had never been one for hospitals. But he nodded and held David’s hand tightly. “I won’t leave. I promise…” And he just sat at David’s side, holding onto his hand for dear life.

“I was so stupid, Tony,” David whispered, tears rushing down his face. “I j-just thought that he liked me.”

The young agent beside David shook his head. “You’re not stupid, Dave, you’re one of the smartest people I know.”

“I could hear him walking,” David whispered. “Wh-when he was standing over me, I held my breath to make it look like I was dead. A-and then he kissed me goodnight.” David almost laughed at that. It was all he wanted. This man seemed perfect. Too perfect. He made him forget about Jack and the world seemed wonderful for a moment and David had wished for one simple goodnight kiss.

“Oh, Davey,” Race breathed. “I’m so sorry…” David blinked slowly, trying to keep himself awake. It was excruciating. “It’s okay. I'm not going anywhere. Just rest,” the boy assured. And Davey had no choice but to obey. He was pulled into a deep sleep by the beeping of his own heart beside him.

—

It was all so real and David didn’t know if he was happy or terrified. It all felt off somehow. It was a beautiful place, so fancy and dimly lit. Romantic. David was supposed to be happy. Even in his memories, he couldn’t recall being happy. This wasn’t who he wanted to be here with. “We’ll have a bottle of Sancerre—“

“Oh, actually,” David called as he flagged the waiter back. “I never drink on the first date. I’ll take some water, please.” The man only gave him a small smirk that David could hardly resist.

“Please, bring the wine, and I assure you, you might be pleasantly surprised. You’ll love it,” the man winked. David smiled. The man was assertive. David liked it. “So, David, you work for the FBI? Sounds glamorous.”

A real laugh escaped David at that. “Yeah, if being cramped in a small room hidden underground for fourteen hours a day is your version of glamorous, then yes, it is Paris in the twenties,” he assured. He noted in his head that the man was checking his watch, as though trying to show it off. A fake Rolex. Fake. David didn’t dare say that out loud. He didn’t want to embarrass his date.

“You work murders?”

David nodded, feeling exposed for some reason. “All day everyday. I like to think of myself as a small part of the world’s karma,” he smiled. “What about you? What do you do?”

The man shrugged. “Grew up in New Haven, got into law school, you know the story,” he explained.

“Oh come on, there has to be more than that,” David smiled, biting a bit on his lip. “Handsome man like you doesn’t have any stories to share?”

“None that are as interesting as those beautiful eyes of yours,” Vincent smiled. And David blushed. “But, I was a city attorney , who went rogue and started his own practice. Just, I saw too many people getting away with too many things. I had a murder case dismissed for reasons I won’t go into now. But you know what happens with things like that.” Vincent raised his glass. “To karma?”

David smiled and melted a little bit. “To karma,” he smiled, clinking their glasses together before taking a long sip of wine their waiter had poured for them.

—

Jack was gently massaging David’s hands when Denton walked in. “Jacobs. How are you feeling?”

David glanced up at him before closing his eyes again. “I’ve had better dates,” he joked blandly, as Jack looked up at their boss.

“What’s going on, Denton?” Jack asked.

“There’s an encrypted file on your computer. I need the password,” the man insisted. David’s eyes opened up immediately at that. He didn’t respond immediately. “David. I need that code. What is in that file? Is it something that could connect you with Larrings—“

“I… I don’t think so,” David assured.

“Internal affairs have taken over this investigation. And until further notice, Jacobs, you’ve been suspended,” Denton explained. “The password.”

“T. S. Eliot,” David whispered. And Denton left. So David reached for the IV in his arm, moving to stand up as Jack pushed him back down. “I have ta get out of here,” he insisted.

“No, baby, sweetheart, you need to rest, look at me,” Jack insisted. “Look at me, I’m not going to let anything happen ta you.”

David shook his head. “I really screwed up, Jack..” he whispered. And all Jack could do was hug him. “You don’t know how I was recruited to the FBI and I was really messed up,” he continued. “I went through a lot after my parents died and I… I just kept teaching myself code. I lived underground. I was a hacker. I did really bad things and I… needed to in order to know the internet and computers inside and out—“

“Davey… what’s in the encrypted file?” Jack asked again, pulling away slightly.

With a small sniffle, David looked at Jack seriously. “I’m required to keep a record of everything the team does… but when my system got hacked, I didn’t want anyone else coming at you,” he tried to explain.

Jack just went back to hold David for a little bit longer.

—

When Jack took David home later that night he squeezed his friend’s hand when they were met with the blood on the steps to his door. David stared at it. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m gonna clean that off,” he promised.

David didn’t have the energy to answer as he shakily continued into the house, the only comfort he had in knowing Jack was right behind him. David turned on his lights and then he went for his old film, clicking the thing on and watching old home movies of him and his siblings and their parents.

“You were adorable,” he assured, smiling at the pictures on the wall as they played before him.

“You bet I was,” David laughed. Jack started exploring the room after that. He paused when he saw a volunteer schedule. “I counsel family members of murder victims once a week,” the brunette explained quietly.

“Baby, don’t you get enough of this at work?” Jack asked, almost sounding concerned.

“Somebody has ta help,” David assured. “People need closure.”

Jack turned back to him. “Alright, silly boy, you need to go to bed,” he smiled. “Want me to tuck you in?”

David blushed a little, resisting the urge to nod. “You should go, Jackie. I have my goon squad outside.”

“Excuse me, Jacobs, until we find the man who did this, that couch is gonna be my best friend,” Jack assured. “Now, go on, get some sleep,” he insisted, kissing David’s cheek.

So David nodded and turned away, falling into his bed and pulling the covers over his head, praying the monsters wouldn’t get him under there.

Jack just sat on the couch, gun in his hand, ready to protect the other man at all costs.

—

It was only a few hours later when Jack heard the gunshots outside. “David!” he called, sitting up immediately and rushing to the other man.

David sat up a little too fast, causing himself pain. “What’s going on?! What happened?”

Jack grabbed David’s wrist. “Come here! Come with me!” he insisted, pushing David so his back was to a corner. “Here, take this gun,” he insisted, pulling it from his ankle.

“I don’t believe in guns—“ David tried.

“Well, believe me, they are very real,” Jack insisted. “If someone besides me comes through that door, you pull back on this lever and pull the trigger. Do you hear me?”

With tears running down his cheeks, David nodded frantically. Jack rushed out of the room after that. And David heard a lot of gunshots. It felt like an eternity. And when someone came running towards him, David lifted up the gun. “Davey, it’s me! It’s just me!”

David screamed and rushed towards him. “Why is this happening to me?”

All Jack could do was hold him and kiss his head, wondering the exact same thing. “He was sitting in the corner,” David whispered.

So Jack pulled away. “What?”

“When w-we went to dinner, the waiter wanted to seat us at a window but he insisted on the worst table and he sat with his back to the corner.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Davey, what have you been doing that I don’t know about?”

“What? Nothing—“

“David,” Jack scolded, knowing the man was lying.

David bit his lip. “I… I flagged a couple of cold cases so the FBI would look into then—“

“You did what?” Jack hissed. “You are not authorized to do that!”

“I know! I just wanted to help those families, okay? I… wait, do you think it’s an agent?”

Jack bit his lip. “I’m calling Denton. You stay put,” he insisted, leaving the room.

—

Jack sniffled as David walked over to the room where the man who’d shot him was lying dead, murdered after trying to kill an internal affairs officer in the middle of the FBI’s BAU building.

David just stared at him, unable to move as he placed a hand over the wound on his chest. “Jackie?” he called.

Jack looked at him. “Yes, Davey?”

David didn’t have words, he just rushed to him and hugged him tightly.

And that was all they could do.

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thecandywrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 10- Pegging

Now I know, again, I'm like literally a week late. BUT. I got more Final Fantasy 15 Magic and Miracles Modern AU goodies for you.

This time featuring Tedd Furia and Stella Nox Fleuret, who is actually now, in this moment in time Stella Nox Fleuret- Furia. Yes, the cousin on their father's side to Ravus Nox Fleuret and Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from the Final Fantasy XV Kingsglaive universe.

But in my AU- where only a few people die but otherwise EVERYONE LIVES AND GETS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER DAMN IT. It's where Sylva is still alive and a BAMF. Who OWNS a hospital in addition to being a doctor and a surgeon herself (hello, oracle and healer= doctor and CEO and owner of a state of the art hospital).

And instead of in the Kingsglaive universe where Tredd is a traitor. (Granted in the beginning of Magic and Miracles- there's a nod to this in canon) But in my AU- no, he's actually just really smart, a realist, but opportunistic with childhood trauma, a pyromaniac which has since been channeled into him being a firefighter. With untapped potential that Sylva sees and she adopts him and brings out the best in him and helps him be the best version of himself that he can be. And she lets hiim legally play with fireworks and teaches him how to also be a healer (EMT) and a helicopter pilot. Both for the hospital and for the fire department where he can make BANK. Because Stella- is herself- a trust fund doll. Which is why Stella's parents initially HATE Tredd cause he thinks he's after her trust fund. But we know that's not the case. And to quote Deadpool "Your crazy matches my crazy". Which is SO THEM. Because just because you're rich, doesn't mean you too can not have trauma too. Which Stella, Ravus, and Lunafreya all have and deal with it in different ways.

And for those of you that have been following my Magic and Miracles and BEYOND storyline, you'll notice the easter egg that is the mention of Selena's accident. (I promise I have not forgotten or abandoned it, life is just being really mean to me right now and I don't wnat to take it out on anyone in that story any more than I already have (I'm sorry Selena))

But you don't have to know or follow any of that to enjoy this juicy lemon of Tredd getting railed by his wife, Stella and they are the epitome of kinky. And when I saw this prompt I IMMEDIATELY knew "oh yeah, that's Tredd and Stella. Stella is gonna peg Tredd and he's going to LOVE IT".

Everything else is under the cut because I don't want to get flagged by censors.

Again, a million and one thanks to @starsandskies for sharing kinktober. Yes I feel like I'm cheating with pulling pairings from previous stories. But that's simply to keep it short and sweet and get to the good part already.

Now, because of the graphic nature of this particular prompt. The moodboard is under the cut along with the story. Also You'll notice that I'm using the actual actor who did the motion capture and was the face of Tredd Furia in Kingsglaive. Stella I had to cast as Dakota Fanning. Enjoy!

Kinktober Day 10- Pegging

Tredd woke up to the smell of his wife making breakfast and a smile spread on his face because his wife Stella, being French, was hands down the best cook he had ever known and while she used almost heart clogging levels of butter. It was still delicious and amazing.

And while his shift as a firefighter was exhausting, he had come home and happily crashed into bed. But he was getting the next two days off. Which he had gotten off because today was the day before his anniversary. And he knew that Stella surely had some amazing plans for their anniversary.

She too had taken the same days off of school. Considering she was currently in medical school to become a doctor. The fact that thier busy schedules lined up that they both had the days off, was damn near a miracle. But one he was grateful for. He got out of bed and made it down the stairs of the condo that they had gotten while thier house was being built.

Honestly Tredd had lucked out. Because not only was Stella hot as fuck. Her crazy matched his. And before she came into his life, he was sure he was going to probably end up just like his mom. A homeless junkie. Or like his dad, a damn near alcoholic who barely had enough money to make ends meet and spent more on alchohol and cigarettes than he did food for him and his son.

And then Stella came along and everything changed. And for the better.

Because for once, they both found another person who understood them. Sympathized with them and they could be safe being vulnerable with. And while Stella’s parents had hated his guts- at first. Because to them, he was just a no good son of a bitch who played decent football but was otherwise a gold digger out to take their daughter's trust fund. And honestly, in beginning, yeah that was an appealing factor. But now, her trust fund meant nothing to him because he could afford to take care of both of them without it.

And that was because Stella’s aunt Sylva Nox Flueret- Caelum- saw potential in him. And instead of dismissing said potential. She invested in it. She invested in him and saved him from hemself and all the other horrible influences in his life. And adopted him like she had practically adopted all of her children's friends. Like Luche Lazarus. And Noctis, who she actually really did adopt. Along with Ignis, and Prompto, and Gladdio, and Nyx, who was now her son in law. And Selena, her daughter in law.

Sylva was the one that helped get him into being a firefighter because he had already been a bit of a pryro anyway. And he loved it actually. He never thought he would ever have a job he actually liked and loved and got paid decently for it too. And the positive changes didn’t stop there. Stella and Sylva helped him get clean. Get him off of smoking and other drugs.

And then when their friend Selena got into a near fatal car accident, he threw himself into becoming an EMT too. And becasue Sylva owned Miracles Hospital, she had the means to also get him holicopter flying lessons.

So now between being a firefighter and an EMT. He was primed to become both a helicopter pilot for the hospistal. And also work with forest fires by flying helicopters to hold either water or fire retardant. And Sylva always put him in charge of all the fireworks she set off for all the weddings and the all the other functions she hosted. Which he downright got giddy for because he had the license and the proper training for it too.

And to top it all off. He was also young enough that he got roped into going into the elementary schools to teach fire safety. And for some reason- kids flocked to him. And he could use that to see all the other kids that had the potential to be great, but just had shitty homelives and no one else to give them the chance and opportunity to show off that potential. Which he used to help get those other kids the help they needed and the stability and resources to succeed. The same way Sylva had done with him. And that felt really awesome as a way to pay it forward because there was no way he could ever pay Sylva back for all that she had done for him. But Sylva never wanted to be paid back, but him paying it forward was all she could ever want in return.

It was a second chance to redeem himself and prove to both himself, his family and especially his inlaws- that in the world of who could have married their daughter, they could have done worse. And they were slowly but surely easing up on him. Especially when Stella and him officially got married and she stayed in medical school and was not currently pregnant.

Even though it seems all their friends were getting pregnant and having kids left and right. But once his friend Crowe had her baby Raven. When he got to hold her, something inside of him changed. It was the first baby he had ever hold that he felt was beautiful and the one that got him to realize that he needed to be a better man if he wanted one of his own and being her adoptive uncle made him beam with pride.

Of course, at the time, he had jokingly cussed Crowe and Libertus out for making such a precious little angel and Libertus damn near had to arm wrestle him to get his daughter out of his arms as Tredd cried, granted cried happily all the same. But swore all the same that if anything happened to her, if anyone ever dreamed of hurting her, he'd kill them himself. Which gave Stella the assurance that underneath everything, that Tredd was a good guy. Even when no one else but her and Sylva could see it at first.

But today, was the day before their two year anniversary. He got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to see Stella still finishing up the last little bits of breakfast.

“Good morning Gorgeous.” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight and kissed the crux of her neck and shoulder before giving it a teasing bite which got her to squal.

“Good morning Handsome.” She cackle in response before she turned the stove off and turned around to kiss him good morning properly.

“So, how early do you want to start our celebrating for our anniversary this year?” She asked when they pulled apart when they needed the air to catch thier breath.

“As soon as you want to.” He answered with a happy and excited smile.

“Good, eat breakfast, and get some good food as fuel. You’re gonna need it.” Stella teased licensiously.

“Yes Ma’am.” He growled as he grabbed each of her butt cheeks in her hand and gave them a hard but appreciative squeeze before he helped her gather all the components of an amazing breakfast onto thier table as he practically wolfed it down because he knew he’d be spending the rest of the day in bed and banging his smoking hot wife.

He even helped put all the dishes in the dishwasher before he practically picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and carried her like that up their stairs again as she laughed heartily at his over eagerness.

He used his hold on the back of her legs to heave her from over his shoulder to the bed as she bounced off the mattress a few inches which got her to whoop and holler in delight.

“Before we get to caught up. I want to try something new.” She said as she stopped his hands from stripping her pajamas off of her.

“Like sex toys new?” He guessed hopefully.

“Yup.”

“Like the triple A, double A, C, or D battery variety? Or the two stroke engine type?” He asked, trying to guage just what size of toy she had in mind.

“Double A.” She answered before he rolled off of her to grab for the drawer that she liked to keep her sex toys she used for herself.

“Nope, not that one.” She said before he went through them all and she just kept smiling wider and wider as she shook her head no.

“So you got something new.” He realized.

“I did. And it requires a harness too.” She hinted.

“Yes!” Tredd cheered before he got off the bed and got into the drawer in a dresser where they put the really fun toys and the harnesses before she openned a different drawer to pull out a new set of harnesses.

“Put this on.” She told him before he obeyed and was too caught up in putting it on before he noticed that she had put one on herself and put a special dildo into it so that she had a vibrator inside herslf but could change out the cock she could put into the harness to mimic herself having a cock too. And she was currently wearing a literall horse cock in her harness and suddenly that’s when he seemed to realize what she had in mind.

“Uh, what, what’cha got there?” He asked a bit nervously when he saw the literal horse sized horse cock she had put into that harness.

“Your surprise. Happy Early Anniversary Baby.” She cooed.

“No.” Tredd immediately shook his head adamantly. Becuase sure they had played around with stuff in any and every oriface they both had but he had never let her peg him with something that big before.

“Ok. So how about we start out small and work our way up.” She ventured as she pulled it out and changed it out for one of the smallest ones they had first used and started out with.

“Ok, that’s better.” Tredd offered.

“But not before you put this on.” She said as she attached a new cock sucking and swirlling thing on his own cock and secured it into the harness he was currently wearing and turned it on for him with her own remote.

“Oh fuck.” He had to bend over and steady his hands on his own bent knees as this thing had to of cost a few hundred dollars but was worth every penny. Becuase it felt like-he couldn't describe it as anything other than fucking amazing.

“On the bed, ass in the air and spread em.” Stella ordered before she got him into position and used him getting into position to get her variety of toys ready for him and lubed up his pucker before she eased the first one in and knew she got that prostate when he moaned and shuddered and after a few strokes and he had relaxed and openned up more for her. And that’s when she traded the smaller one for the medium sized one and began to fucking him with it as she scratched hard down his neck and smacked his ass before she grabbed his hips and pounded her own dildo into him.

“Oh Jesus Fucking Christ.” Tredd graoned and moaned before he came in the toy currently sucking and swirling around his cock but it seemed she wasn’t done because then she switched out to the larger one. And Tredd was on the verge of becoming overstimulated, especially when she turned on the vibration settings as strong as they could go and just as he was about to come again, she pulled out, leaving him whining and wanting more. She then changed into her latest purchase and eased it inside of him and then rather torturously turned on the vibration settings and Tredd came again in the toy that was using his own cum as lube.

Then she turned her own up to it’s highest setting thanks to her remote and turned his onto it’s highest setting and Tredd came and then his cum overflowed it the sleeve as he felt like he could feel this horsecock into his colon through his stomach. But he loved it. He loved all of it. He loved his wife most of all though.

“Beavus, Beavus!” Tredd finally yelled, since that was her cousin’s nickname that they- as more of a sick twisted joke, made that nickname thier safeword for when they were done and didn’t and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ok Babe.” Stella relented and turned the vibrator off and pulled out of him and helped get his harness and put the toys in the bathtub for a thorough cleaning before they would be put away.

“Fuck.” Tredd groaned as he laid on his side and tiredly took off his own harness and this wonderful thing that sucked and swirled on his own cock off and handed it off to her so she could clean it out while she traded it for a pack of cottonelle wipes so he could clean himself off and the mess on the bedspread.

“See! You could take it. It just took a bit to work up to it.” Stella cooed as she came back with the now clean huge thing in her arms.

“Tonight- it’s your turn with that monster thing.” Tredd insisted.

“Oh I know, I can’t wait.” Stella giggled gleefully as she put it away along with the others.

“Thanks for indulging me though.” Stella thanked him.

“You’re…you’re welcome.” Tredd smiled tiredly as he tried to recover.

#kinktober 2022 #Kinktober #Kinktober day 10 #starsandskieskinktober #starsandskies #Magic and Miracles AU #Final Fantasy 15 mondern AU #Tredd Furia #stella nox fleuret #Stella Nox Fleuret-Furia now #Final Fantasy 15 Kingsglaive #ffxv kingsglaive

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fantasy-girl974 · 8 months

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″We're the ones putting our lives on the line out there.”

MIRACLE LINES - Chapter 05 by @grexigone // co-creator : me (a Pacific Rim x Horizon AU)

We have some coffee time with mister Kotallo and this chapter will also focus on the other pilots (especially Sunshine Boy Fashav 😌) The 5th moodboard for our collab fic that is a Kotaloy fic and a Pacific Rim AU 💕

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masalasludge · 7 months

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list of tags

bc i cant rmr any of them and cant find a lot of the poetry i had saved in my orig blog and i keep switching them

heyyy ms dana how u — queen latifah

film

what’s a bad miracle? — nope (2022)

what would that scooby-doo bitch do? — they cloned tyrone

art

bread time — surrealism

the future is stupid — holzer and holzer-y slogan-y text

fairy den— decor inspo

she bites god in the wrist — god tag ig lol

prose- general like excerpts tag

what’s it like to fall? —angels tag

need a poetry tag dont read poetry anymore need to find a line that makes me think if poetry from a poem that thing i dont read as much as i used to

lit- links/ recs to/ for readings of all kinds

e- eye imagery

h- hearts

hey judy- judith n holofernes

woag— water

pin— misc for moodboards

ph— misc photography

good lines — illustration/ sketches/ art to learn from

fiber arts

flora

fauna

fishposting cos im obsessed w fish imagery for some reason barely eat fish

iceposting

#my tags #disregard purely for my own fun slash time wasting purposes im waiting for my friends to figure out plans and cldnt find this piece of ar #t i want to riff on for a tat

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Autumn Leaves

A/N: Autumn prompts are an excuse for me to write stupidly cute fluff, so that’s what I did. This is a Sonny Carisi x reader fic that covers the Autumn square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

P.S. second-cousins are children of cousins

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1872

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @berniesilvas @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

“My family is insane, especially the kids,” Sonny explained while he drove you to Staten Island. “They don’t know how to sit and eat food without screaming.”

You chuckled, "it's fine, Carisi, I promise; I'm kind of used to this type of stuff already."

“What? You are? You don’t even know what’s awaitin’ ya, yet,” he replied, scoffing.

While in the precinct, you overheard Sonny on the phone with his ma. He seemed upset and perpetually tired when he hung up. When you asked him what was wrong, he told you that his ma was basically guilt-tripping him into visiting on Saturday, to help with the Autumn Feast his family partook in. And when you asked why that was so bad, he complained that no matter what they cooked, the kids of the Carisi Clan would hardly sit still long enough to eat, and would scream and cry if it wasn’t something they wanted.

“It just…it’s a handful…and not my ideal day off, even if I do get to see my family,” Sonny finished

You had nodded in sympathy before offering to go with him; you had a pretty big family with a lot of kids, too. Plus, you could never turn down Sonny’s amazing cooking, and now, you were getting a chance to taste his mom’s.

He had picked you up that morning, and now, you were on your way to Staten Island, Sonny warning you the whole way. You laughed and shrugged it off, but he kept giving you a look like you’ll see what I mean.

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He pulled up to his childhood home, and your eyes sparkled at the state of the townhouse. Not only was the building itself quaint and adorable, but there were decorations everywhere. And not just Halloween, but general autumn décor, as well. There were wreaths made with leaves of reds and oranges and yellows, there were scarecrows against the walls, there were fake pumpkins on every step leading to the house. And looming over the house from out back were two enormous trees, their branches almost completely bare, the leaves scattered on the roof, the front yard, and the back.

Sonny led you up the stairs to the front door, opening it for you. The first thing to assault your senses was the cacophony of noise. Children screaming in delight as they ran through the house, chatter and laughter from the various rooms as people talked. There was a tv on somewhere, with what sounded like a sports or news reporter blathering on and on.

The second thing you noticed was the wonderful smells. Your mouth was almost instantly watering as you caught the smell of garlic, potatoes, some sort of roast cooking with assorted spices, as well as cinnamon, sugar, and apples. It was so much at once; it was hard to differentiate.

But the third thing you felt was a type of warmth that comes only from a loving home. It bloomed in your chest, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped over the threshold, Sonny following and closing the door. It reminded you of the holidays at your own family’s place, and a calm washed over you.

In all of the chaos, Mama Carisi must’ve heard the door open and close, because she stuck her head out of the kitchen. Once her eyes latched onto Sonny’s, her smile grew to blinding proportions.

“Sonny, my little bambino! Come see your ma,” she cooed, arms open as she came out of the kitchen fully.

Sonny scooted passed you and hurried to his mother, wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing her cheek. You smiled at the reunion, and Mama Carisi opened her eyes to find you.

“And who is this?” she asked, releasing her son and coming over to you.

Sonny followed, looking more relaxed than you had ever seen him; getting a hug from your ma did that to a person. “Ah, this is my partner in the department,” he explained, introducing you.

You went to shake her hand, but Mama Carisi wrapped you up in a huge hug, kissing your cheek and whispering, “it’s nice to meet you. Welcome to my home,” into your ear.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied, easily melting into her embrace—okay, maybe it wasn’t just hugging your own mom that relaxed a person; maybe it was hugging Mama Carisi.

She pulled back to give you a look, a warm smile on her face. “Anyone who’s a friend of Sonny’s is welcome here.”

The next hour was a flurry of meeting family member after family member. Even with your detective skills, you quickly forgot most names, and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. You and Sonny had started in the kitchen before he shuttled you through the house and out to the backyard.

“And these are all my cousins and second cousins; I’m not gonna bother introducing ya, since they won’t pay attention,” Sonny said, chuckling.

You didn’t blame him; there was a gaggle of children running and playing in the backyard. The oldest looked maybe ten, the youngest around four or five.

“Are these the ones that give you such problems?” you asked as a joke. It’s true that they were loud and crazy—as most kids are.

Sonny smirked, nodding. “Sure are. Watch; I bet ya twenty dollars that at least half of them will complain about dinner.”

“You got yourself a deal,” you replied, shaking his hand. Then, you scanned the expansive backyard. Leaves were covering the ground so completely that you could hardly see the lawn; kids were slipping on them all over the place. In the back, left corner stood an apple tree, bare of fruit—you assumed they’d already been harvested. And opposite the tree sat a little toolshed.

Grinning, you made your way through the throng of people and screaming children until you reached the shed. You opened the door and leaning just inside were two rakes: one huge one, and one medium sized. You grabbed the bigger of the two, then went to a small section of the backyard that somehow had no kids.

You glanced over and saw Sonny giving you a weird look, wondering what you were doing. Then, you started raking the leaves. You didn’t expect to get very far—the first pile rarely did. But there were so many leaves that you quickly had a pile up to your hip. As soon as one kid noticed, though, it was on.

The pile was quickly demolished as child after child flung themselves into it, screaming with laughter. But you had already moved on, starting another pile where they had just vacated. This one got a little bigger than the last, since they were distracted with the first pile. But once it was seen, it, too, became a new playground.

As you started on the third pile, another rake joined you. You glanced over and Sonny was there, smiling wide as he helped you rake. This pile got to be huge before little bodies flung themselves into it.

You quickly lost track of time, had no idea how many piles you had built only to be destroyed. But that was the point of the piles in the first place. Soon enough, the children started to become too tired, their little legs worn out. Your own arms were burning, but it was a good burn, and you continued until the piles started to outnumber the children.

By the time dinner was announced, there was not a single child running and playing anymore. They were scattered along the ground, panting, and smiling at each other with a job well done. Their parents all either ushered them to one of the various tables, or simply handed them a plate. Sonny, as well as the rest of his family, watched in stunned fascination as the children ate, too tired to complain or throw a fit about what they were given.

“How the hell did you do that?” Sonny asked in a hushed voice.

You chuckled. “I told you I had experience with this; you’re not the only one with a big family. And besides, no child has ever turned down the opportunity of crunching leaves.”

He gave you a look full of awe before he broke into a wide grin. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a $20. You huffed out a laugh as he handed it to you, and you tucked it away.

Mama Carisi walked up then, looking at everyone enjoying her hard work in the kitchen. “You’re a miracle worker, dear,” she said to you before looking at Sonny, “please tell me you’re keeping her?”

Sonny’s ears turned a bright pink. “Ma!”

“What? She’s helpful, knows how to play with children, and is a beautiful, young woman—”

“Ma! Stop talking, please!” Sonny whined. You felt a heat in your cheeks as Sonny avoided looking directly at you. It wasn’t like you never thought about dating Sonny; on the contrary, you found him incredibly attractive. But you were partners; there was a line there that you didn’t know if you could cross.

Mama Carisi scoffed before walking off, leaving you and Sonny to stand awkwardly next to each other. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before he turned and went into the now mostly empty house. You gave a sweeping look at the party guests before following him in.

You found him standing in his old living room, idly looking at childhood pictures on the wall. You watched him for a moment before you moved closer, within arm’s reach.

“I’m…sorry about ma,” he muttered, eyes still focused on the pictures. “She keeps trying to hook me up with any woman around my age and just…I’m sorry.”

You gave him a soft smile that he didn’t see. “It’s okay, Sonny, really. I don’t think anything less of you or anything. We’re partners, and damn good ones, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, but…what if I don’t want to be just partners?” he asked, voice soft.

You froze; what did he say? Sonny slowly turned to look at you, saw the shock on your face. Then he was shaking his head, quickly saying, “look, forget I said anything—”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss, your lips soft against his. He let out a little gasp of surprise before he was kissing you back. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek, while the other went to your hip. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt that line that defined you as partners only start to fade away as your mouths moved against each other.

Gently, you pulled away from him, just enough to look deeply into those blue eyes you loved so much. “Maybe I don’t want to be just partners, either,” you said softly.

Sonny grinned, his thumb rubbing your cheek tenderly. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow, then?”

“Sounds like a date,” you replied, smiling up at him. His grin broadened before he dipped his head, kissing away any fears or doubts you had about this.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo

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spiral-ingoutofcontrol · 2 years

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PLEASE TELL ME ALL ABOUT THE AU YOU'VE BUILT AROUND THE ANGSTY ARMADA UNIT FIC Ive come up with some ideas of my own in the 12ish hours that this fic has existed in my life and im curious to see how they differ from what you made

Leah I am in LOVE with you for sending this ask 😍🥰😩

For anyone that hasn’t read Glitchflower’s Piratin’ with Gears here’s the link. It’s 300 words of pure angst and I haven’t stopped thinking about that shit since a I read it two and a half years ago😭😭😭

Little bit of a self plug for my corresponding moodboard for this AU. The moodboard is for my captain, Caroline Blake but I’m going to leave out the name and leave it gender neutral here 👀 insane ranting under the cut

OKAY SO we don’t diverge from canon until the end of Cool Ranch and then we go absolutely off the rails. Instead of making it out with the ship and their second piece of the map, Deacon manages to pull himself together, sneak up on the crew in their moment of celebration, and put the barrel of his gun against their Captain’s head. He gives them an ultimatum. Leave with their Captain or with their piece of the map. They aren’t leaving the skyway with both.

It’s an easy decision for the crew- they wouldn’t have gotten this far without their Captain. With them at the helm, they would be able to recover the map pieces and beat the Armada back into submission. Their Captain made a different call. They couldn’t let the Armada have half of the Map to El Dorado. So they gave the map piece to Bonnie Anne and let Deacon lead them back to the Erebus at gun point. The dramatic bastard even locks them up in the (now repaired) part of the brig that they were being held in at the beginning of the game.

This becomes the first time that the pirate meets Kane- they also spit on him which isn’t important to the plot but is important to me. He tells Deacon to take the pirate to Bishop. If they aren’t willing to offer up any information relevant to the Armada’s cause, he could use the pirate for his special project. If you’ve read the ficlet and you know where this is going, I am SO sorry.

Things get fuzzy for the pirate after being delivered to Bishop. Between the torture, long stretches of time between meals, and Bishop drugging them every time he takes them out of their prison cell, everything blends together. The line between dreams and reality blur. Are they really trying to escape over and over only to be captured again or just wishing it to be true? Is Bishop really making them test out his latest machine when he let them leave their room or were they making it all up? By the end of it, the pirate is following Deacon around like a loyal guard dog. They know that there’s no point in trying to run anymore. Kane is pleased with the results of Bishop’s mysterious project.

Their crew finds them after two months, at half strength and still searching for their lost Captain. They’re heard about the Armada testing a new weapon and went to see what it was. They weren’t expecting it to be their captain.

But their captain wasn’t the same. They didn’t respond to their own name- only to orders given to them by Deacon when he called them Galatea. Their entire right arm had been replaced with the most intricate piece of clockwork they had ever seen. And boy could the thing do damage. It hit harder than a brick and came equipped with a canon and a concealed blade. They almost took out Ratbeard’s good eye in the ensuing fight. By some miracle- or maybe some cruel twist of fate- the crew is able to knock them out and drag them back to the ship before they’re able to kill anybody.

When the Captain wakes up, they’re back to their normal selves, but it’s very obvious that things are never going to be the same. The Armada had been controlling them like a puppet. A good knock to the head wasn’t going to fix them forever. They couldn’t even remove the clockwork arm- Nurse Quinn wouldn't even know where to start on it. It was the most advanced prosthetic she had ever seen. Ratbeard didn’t hobble around on that peg leg because he thought it matched his outfit.

The Captain disbands the crew out of fear. They don’t want to hurt their friends- their family- because they were being forced to live at the Armada’s beck and call. They go into hiding on a farm in Cool Ranch with Old Scratch as their only companion- the old skeleton to loyal to leave them all alone in the desert. They find peace out there. They find time to heal. And then they find Bonnie Anne and Subodai in their living room one day. They’ve found a new lead on the map, a duck in Mooshu that was in the picture of Pollo’s crew. They want to get the band back together. Finish what they started.

The pirate doesn’t want to go. They only agree after Subodai promises them something unthinkable. If the Armada turns them against the crew again, they want Subodai to kill them. They’ve known each other the longest and saved each other’s necks more times than the pirate can even count. He’s the only one that they trust to really go through with it in the end.

And in the end, he has to.

#lol sorry for the abrupt ending I don't have the whole outline done yet #pirate101 #pitty101 #pitty #pitty fandom #i might actually write some stuff for this if y'all're inch rested #but i should should probably actually finish where the ocean is the sky first lol #thanks for the ask leah im crying

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Just A Dream Away

Chapter 1/13 read here on ao3!

my piece for @harringrovebigbang!

Art and moodboard from my amazing team, @monochromegee and @shewritesdirty respectively, to come soon!

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Six months. Six months and twelve days.

That’s how long Billy has been in the hospital. In a coma. His health rapidly deteriorating.

After one month it was required he be put on a ventilator. Two and his wounds started getting infected. By month three, the hospital asked that a representative be chosen for him, just in case he didn’t pull through.

Neil Hargrove refused. Barked into the receiver something along the lines of, “What do I care if the boy wanted to go and get himself killed?” It was entirely defensive, his voice cracking as he finished his sentence, but the hospital still never contacted him again, not for updates or bills or anything. His wife was far too busy taking care of one grieving child and a lazy husband already to worry about an additional burden.

All of Billy’s extended family was still in California, had written him off years before they’d even left home for Indiana anyways. The moment his mother walked out the door, nobody else wanted him either, so they were off the table too.

The town of Hawkins had been turned inside out by the deaths of more than thirty community members, some of which were still being reported as missing so many months later. Nobody had the time, or in many cases the heart, to take care of the lone survivor.

That left only one person. The one who’d been taking care of him even before he’d fallen into a coma. The one who’d understood him better than anyone else, who’d given him a chance, who’d loved him more than anything.

Steve gets a call from the hospital, the way he is usually woken up these days. Every other morning, as soon as visitation opens, a nurse calls him for a quick update. The duties of a representative for someone unconscious, for his Billy in a coma.

He’s beyond exhausted, dragging himself to and from Hawkins General day in and day out, sometimes bringing Max or a few of the other kids along with him. Mostly because every day is the same thing, walking through the halls, facing the polite smiles from nurses who deal with this on the daily, don’t understand the way it feels to see the one you love on that bed.

If he does hear anything new, it’s usually not good news. He knows Billy is getting worse, but still he sits in that room for countless hours, watching and waiting for the moment he’s struck with a miracle, and he comes back to him.

The hospital is not quite as patient though, and since about month four of Billy’s hospital stay, they’d been encouraging Steve to consider his wards right to die. After so much time had passed by without signs of improvement, the nurses had started hesitating in the doorway when he was around, and offering kind little suggestions that were supposed to push him towards the decision to let Billy go.

Things like, “It’s not really him anymore, honey.” and, “He’s getting worse by the minute, poor thing.”, and Steve’s favorite, the one that made him leave the hospital in tears, “If he wanted to wake up, he would have done it by now.”

But no matter how true what they were saying may have been, Steve really did not want to hear it. The only reason the thought of letting Billy go had ever crossed the minds of doctors and nurses was because of what was on the news, all these up and coming stories about hospital ethics committees that were popping up all over the country recently.

They were being selfish, willing to let Billy die just because they were scared they wouldn’t be able to stand the heat that would come from keeping an eighteen year old boy on life support for as long as they had. Whether or not they actually thought they could save him was a question for another day.

So they would mail Steve countless papers and claims and pamphlets to try to reason with him, to persuade him that the best thing to do was to kill Billy because they didn’t want to deal with him anymore. It made him sick to his stomach, to think that people who were supposedly trained to help people were so hellbent on giving up on a patient.

He wonders sometimes, if they wouldn’t be so hasty to pull the plug had he been an easier case. If his father was more supportive and his biological mother present, or if the government hadn’t worked so hard to cover up the origin of his injuries. Maybe even if his representative was a nice young woman instead.

But there’s nothing he can do about it, so he just crumples the papers and ignores their premature condolences, and goes to visit Billy at every moment he can.

The drive to the hospital that particular morning feels like it takes a whole day instead of the 20 minutes the route actually is, Steve feeling like he’s suspended in time. It doesn’t seem real, taking the stairs up to the second floor, elevators were a no go after the free fall he took at Starcourt, and taking a visitor sticker and a bunch of papers from the woman at the reception desk.

He’s walked this route more times than he can count, but this time he can feel that something is wrong, different. On the top of the very first sheet the desk lady hands him, in bold black letters, are the printed words “Right-to-Die” and Steve already knows what is coming.

The woman gives him a half sympathetic look and reads off her scripted spiel. “The Hargrove boy has been unresponsive for six months now, with no signs of improvement in his condition. The recently instituted hospital ethics board wants you to seriously consider the contents of these forms.”

The words are so hollow, the look on her face mostly bored. Steve guesses this same speech was probably given to a thousand other people who’d come through this hospital, and it makes him feel nauseated just listening to it, her less than genuine pity as she reads off her clipboard, making it seem like she doesn’t even care what she is asking of him.

“It’s of course among your rights as representative to say no, but we want to remind you that he has no quality of life being artificially kept alive, and it might be best to let him go.”

“No, they told me he couldn’t feel anything. He’s not suffering.” Steve insists, and as much as he believes that he is right, the confidence in his voice is false. This was something he’d been thinking about every day for the last half a year. “You’ve kept him alive this long, right? That’s got to mean something.”

“Still, this is about him. We just want you to think about if keeping him alive is the right thing to do anymore when we can’t be sure what he’s going through. When he isn’t himself.”

Of course this was something he’d considered in his own mind, six months is a long time, and it was inevitable that a few times on his worst days, he’d have to think about pulling the plug. It was just so different hearing this nurse who didn’t know Billy insisting on it, it was just so impersonal, and it made him think about the hospital's greed, and how they probably just wanted to save money on ventilators and open up another bed.

Without saying another word to her, Steve walks away without the clipboard of papers, and off to room B-216. Of course he'd known this was coming. They’d been trying to drop hints since the moment Billy stopped being able to breathe on his own, but he’d been in denial. As long as Billy's heart was still beating, Steve had hope that he would recover if the doctors would just try.

Still, as he sits down in the chair next to Billy’s bed, he decides he doesn’t want to call Max today. He takes the desk woman's advice, as angry as it made him, and takes the time to truly reflect on the boy in that bed, with the feeding tube down his throat, the respirator breathing for him beside his bed, the IV in his neck, there because the veins in his arms had been so overused.

His hair is much longer now, just past his collarbones, but without maintenance, his blonde curls are knotted and dull. His skin is unnaturally pale, his freckles faded to nothing, and his whole body is littered with angry, dark red scars. The hole in the center of his chest still isn’t all the way healed, and the nurses are constantly fighting to keep it free of infection.

When he wakes up, they say he will be in immense pain and that he will have forgotten how to walk and talk and probably even breathe on his own. There was a chance too that his memory will have gaps in it, which could mean anything from forgetting what happened to him in July, to not even knowing his own name.

Basically if, no- when he wakes up, he won’t really be Billy.

Steve had always heard about and seen in the movies coma patients who twitch their fingers or moved their eyes, or who really give any signs of life, miraculously waking up and being themselves again, but Billy, he had only done the opposite.

At some point, he has to accept that Billy won’t be like one of those other patients, and, in the condition he is in, all pale skin and open wounds and zero signs of responsiveness, they were only prolonging his death. They had tried just about everything they could thanks to Steve’s willingness to cover the expenses, and, although he didn’t want to believe it, maybe just couldn’t accept it quite yet, it was, as the nurse had said, time to think about letting Billy go.

Not today though. He’d spend today with him at the very least, trying to push those thoughts to the back of his mind while he still could. The nurses used to say, when Billy had first been admitted and they still thought there was a chance of recovery, that Steve and Max, whenever she could come, should try talking to him, and Steve always did.

He never really has a whole lot to say, not since everything has been calming down recently. There were no more funerals to attend, no more grieving families to take a hot dish and his condolences to. The kids didn’t need him to watch them anymore, and Family Video had decided to lay him off until he didn’t have to make daily hospital commutes and he could work again. Basically, Steve’s entire world was Billy.

So it was only fair that Billy was what he usually talked about, reminiscing about everything they’d gotten to do together before the accident, telling him about what was happening with his sister now that she was getting older, and giving him updates on how many days it had been and how much he missed and loved him. One of the nurses had heard him say that once, seen him lean forwards and press a kiss to Billys forehead, but she had only turned away, pretending she hadn’t noticed.

Today though, it was much harder than usual to think of something to say to him. He always tried to leave all of the bad stuff at the door, didn’t think it would do Billy any good if he could even hear, to be listening to him always complaining or moping about their situation, but with death weighing heavy on his mind, what else was there to think about?

The anger and the remorse and the depression would be for when he went home tonight and downed a whole bottle of Fireball, Billy’s favorite whiskey, and called Robin drunk off his ass at two in the morning to tell her about how terrible he felt.

It was because he loved Billy with all of his heart that he wouldn’t put him through that. Even if it hurt more than anything else to see his love broken down and dying, which was, in Steve’s opinion, the worst thing that had ever happened to him, he always wore a smile on his face every day he walked into that hospital room.

As hard as that was, and as guilty as it made him feel to admit, Billy's sickness wasn’t the only thing making Steve miserable. He had also been through some unimaginable things himself while trapped in the Starcourt mall, and he didn't come out the other side the same.

Nightmares plagued him constantly, so that when he would eventually come back home from the hospital, he didn’t sleep more than fifteen minutes through the night. Being alone for too long warped his perception of reality, made him think everyone he knew and loved was gone, that he’d been abandoned or all his friends killed. He would constantly call to check on them, most of the time drunk and panicking, but they’d stopped picking up after the first few times. There were so many triggers too that could send him back to that night in an instant, where he’d just get stuck again.

And perhaps that is exactly why he can’t let Billy go so easily, because even if it is heartbreaking and makes him feel so empty inside being there with a version of his Billy who couldn’t speak to him or who he couldn’t hold, he was still alive. If he died now, Steve would have nothing. It would be no different from the losses everyone had suffered, the death of the chief of police and at least thirty other community members robbing them of their soundness of mind.

Letting go of Billy would just be another blow, to him and to the tight-knit community who had come so close together after the accident that rocked their little town. You wouldn't be able to tell from the fact that his room was always empty except for Steve or his sister, but the papers had revered him as a hero. Who he’d become after being hospitalized meant his death wouldn't just affect loved ones.

But more than any of that, he just didn’t want to give up on him. Pulling the plug meant sacrificing so many more moments they could have together, losing the chance to move on from what had happened. How could Steve ever know when it was the right time to do that?

When was it safe to say that Billy wouldn’t ever recover, and that they were just stretching out the inevitable? When could he feel right in letting his very best friend and the love of his life die? Deep down, past his initial reaction of shock and heartbreak, he knows he’ll never truly be ready to say goodbye, but that now was that time regardless.

Just like the nurses said, he wasn’t really Billy anymore. Who he’d been was a teenage boy with too much energy to burn, always getting into trouble and always in motion, bouncing his knee, twisting the ring on his middle finger or the locket around his neck, chain smoking cigarette after cigarette. It used to drive Steve insane how he wouldn’t sit still for anything, but now he would give anything just to have that back.

There was no personality left in him, no stupid jokes to cheer Steve up, no pestering his sister and her friends like a big brother does, nothing left in him at all that made him distinctly Billy. Steve wondered if maybe he had already given up.

If maybe, Billy wasn’t even in there at all anymore, and they were holding on to nothing just to feed their own selfishness. Steve wasn’t the most emotional of people, usually panicking before he got upset, but he could feel tears pricking at his eyes now, as he watched the slow rise and fall of Billy’s, or not Billy’s, chest, and listened to the beeps and hums of the machines that kept him going.

He knew what needed to be done. Just not today.

For now, he holds Billy's hand, unmoving and just warm enough that he could tell he was alive, and whispered to him anything that came to his mind.

If Billy could hear him, he knew he was probably tired of hearing the same stories over and over, thinking of Billy waking up and complaining about Steve being too boring made him chuckle to himself. An instant pang of regret tightens his chest, feeling guilty for being happy.

There was a really sweet nurse about the age of his mother who always checked in on him at the same time everyday, like he was the one with tubes and machines sticking out of his body. Her name was Dale, and she always peeked her head into the room around meal times to ask if he had been down to the cafeteria yet. Usually he hadn’t, and sometimes he still forgot to eat anyways, but it meant a lot to him.

Today though, she came all the way in the room, a sad look on her face, and he had to avoid her gaze entirely to keep himself from breaking down, choosing instead to focus on Billy’s slender fingers where he’d laced them through his own.

“Steve, honey, I know this is really hard for you, it’s hard for all of us when something like this happens, but you need to take care of yourself.” She was just being kind, but he wouldn’t hear it.

If this was going to be the last full day he’d ever spend with Billy, he was going to make it count. A soggy sandwich in the dingy old cafeteria wasn’t worth spending a single moment away from the other boy's bedside. He feels vaguely guilty about it, but he ignores the well meaning nurse, even as she says her generic condolences that all of them were trained to say.

He smooths out Billy's hair, brushing the part that always hung in his eyes to the side carefully, something Billy himself had always seemed to do when he was nervous. It reminds him of the time they tried to do each other's hair and Billy taught him how to make a braid, so he tells Billy about it.

When he hears the distant roar of a car's engine from the open window, it reminds him of the first time Billy drove him home in the now totaled beyond recognition Camaro, so he talks about that. A bird landing on the windowsill reminds him of sitting on Billy’s bed and talking about the seagulls and the beaches back in California where Billy had grown up, so he tells Billy that story too. The phone ringing at the receptionist's desk down the hallway reminds him of the time Billy had called him in the middle of the night to invite him out to the quarry, where they’d kissed for the first time and Steve clumsily asked him to make things official, so again, he told Billy all about it.

It's mostly a comfort to himself, keeping his mind off of the reality of the situation, but then the desk lady announces over the overhead system that visiting hours are over, and it’s time for him to go.

They had been giving him a lot of leeway here at Hawkins General, allowing him to visit every single day and sometimes with a 14 year old, which was strictly against the rules of the ICU. The end of visiting hours was a rule they always stood by though, and despite how much it crushed him to leave Billy by himself overnight, he always did it.

On his way out, he grabbed the stack of papers the receptionist tried to give him off of her desk. He would call Susan in the morning and ask her what she thought. He would try to involve her in the choice, since she’d technically claimed Billy as her dependent after her marriage to his father, who had given enough verbal and written agreements that he wanted nothing at all to do with his son while he was hospitalized that his wife could, and had, stepped in.

He went home that night with the thought in his head that this was the last time he’d do this, and by this time tomorrow, Billy would be dead.

#harringrove big bang 2021 #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #ej writer #story by ej!#so excited to start sharing!#chapter two will be on tumblr later today!#it’s up on ao3 already if you wanna get ahead!

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Mystery’s Original Characters List

Inspired by Hails @haileyybird and my growing want to talk about them, here we have a list of my OCs. This might help you understand what I’m talking about sometimes and to know what I plan to work on.

The list is not complete and will be updated from time to time. There are OCs that don’t have docs published yet, some others gave me the idea for reader insert fics that will be linked for you to have an idea about their personality. Some of them have faceclaims, but most of the time Imlike to pick some characteristics and go with it.

A/N: As stated in The Solomons Siblings, the moodboards for the Solomons boys are not mine and belong to @tortugahoe, as well as some info about Daniel, and the amazing choice in casting. Esther was created by me, and I tried to do her moodboard as similar as I could to the rest of them.

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Daphne Scott from Nothing’s Fair in Love and War (face claim: Lily Collins)

Daphne is a former nurse that served during the war and has a close relationship with Alfie, working as his right-hand woman. She has a twin brother that died during the war. Tommy takes a liking to her when he starts working with Alfie and drama ensues with Alfie’s betrayal and Grace’s return. Her best friend, Harriet, is also a former nurse that, nowadays, owns a very known brothel in London. William, a doctor who served with both of them during the war is someone Daphne carries really close to heart, even when people expect their relationship to be awkward because they’re former lovers. She is a high-class lady that willingly chose to detach herself from her family for thinking differently.

Agnes Stewart from Little Lamb (face claim: Emmy Rossum)

A good catholic girl. That’s how people always referred to Agnes. She comes from a very strict and almost excessively catholic family, being considered a miracle since her parents had a hard time conceiving. Agnes is sweet and kinda, too shy for her own good, and afraid to really express her opinions. That changes when she starts working for Polly and gets to meet Tommy and Alfie. Surprisingly, she develops a very close relationship with Lizzie, and slowly lets herself become her own person, distancing herself from the abusive environment she was brought up in.

Eve appears in Just keep it a secret, Wanderess and Midnight in Paris

A liar and a thief. Eve navigates through life on her own. She has no roots and her loyalty is only to herself. Growing up without a family, being deceived and betrayed more than once, she learned never to trust in people. Eve leads her life and her or kin a very similar way: wrapped in secrets. You never know when she is going to show up or when she is going to live. Working as a thief, she holds leverage against all of her clients to keep herself alive, and tried very hard not to create attachments. Alfie has worked with her a few times, and introduces her to Tommy, marking the beginning of an interesting game of cat and mouse.

Kathleen Sheppard inspired Better With You, Out of Time and Just Tonight

A friend, a counselor, a lover, a partner, a daughter... Kath has been many thing through her life, but she was always her own person. Growing up in Watery Lane, the only daughter of a Scottish mother and British father, she was always very close to the Shelby’s. Kath helped Polly keep things up and running during the war, when she lost both her parents. Tommy and her always treated each other as best-friends, having crossed that line a few times, becoming lovers of some sorts after he came back from the war. A complicated relationship that had many ups and down because the two of them are too strong headed to admit their feeling for fear to what it would mean to their friendship in case it didn’t worked out. The thing they never realized is that the relationship had been working just alright for a long time.

Georgiana Abbott inspired Heaven in Hiding and Sold my soul to a three-piece

The village girl that wanted more than people thought she should. Georgiana grew up in the same village Michael was brought to, creating a strong bond with the boy. She has a younger sister and started having a complicated relationship with her parents once she voiced her aspirations of going to college. They wanted her to find a good husband and be a housewife, but Georgiana refused to settle down for anything less than what she dreamed of: becoming a lawyer. That’s how she chose to leave the village and go to Oxford to try her luck. Her family chose to cut any ties with her, she made her way through school with hard work and some unpleasant situations, having lost contact with everyone from the village, including Michael. Georgiana found an unexpected companion in Daniel Solomons, and after graduating ended up winning a case against Shelby Company Ltd, getting to encounter Michael again and meet his new family, including a very unpleased Tommy.

Aurelia Changretta inspired Don’t know how to stop

The youngest of the Changretta children is used at working in the shadows. She has always been a good listener, learning quickly and giving advice to both her father and older brothers. Aurelia knew that the mafia would never allow her to work for them, it didn’t matter how good she was, how sharp she was, and she made her peace with it, finding a way to be involved on the business without being upfront about it. She married at a young age to the son of the Don of the Sicilian mafia, the Cosa Nostra, only to lose hi. During the war. After her husband’s death, she stayed living with her father-in-law, until John Shelby beat up her brother Angel, and interference was needed to avoid a blood bath. Always the strategist, Aurelia saw in the vendetta a way to gain more power by marrying the Peaky Blinders leader, Thomas Shelby.

Laura Shelby from I want a divorce

Bond to Tommy since before the war, Laura had learned to navigate through changes. She was the oldest child, the one that took care of the house and her siblings so her parents could work. That worked at home, as a seamstress to help with the bills. That is until she got pregnant and was almost thrown out of her family home for giving herself up to a gypsy. Then learning how to deal with leaving with the Shelby’s, with Tommy changing when his father went away and his mother killed herself. They had to go through the lost of their child and then the war. Life has made them both colder, harder, but even then, Laura never thought that she would have to deal with her husband’s unfaithfulness. Not when she was expecting their child.

Esther Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Anna Von Klinski)

The youngest siblings of the Solomons household is a girl that has all her brothers wrapped around her finger. Esther, named after Hadassa, know and Queen Esther, that marked a Persian king and was responsible for gaining the Jews permission for the Jews to kill their enemies when one of the king’s advisors gets permission to get all the Jews in the kingdom killed. She certainly takes the courage of her namesake, fighting prejudice and resistance while she was pursuing her studies and then, later, when she earned a place in her brother’s business.

Daniel Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Charlie Hunnam)

As the second youngest, Charlie is a little bit spoiled. He gets away with a lot stuff that he shouldn’t. A very well mannered and charming guy, that actually made his way to college, but ended up being expelled for fighting. Daniel is probably the most well tempered of all of his siblings, but when he looses control it does get bloody. And he likes it. Deciding to stay around his family, Daniel ended up taking care of the jewelry business, something he takes pride in.

Charlie Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Travis Fimmel)

Being the middle child is not an easy task and is probably one of the reasons why Charlie has anger management issues. He is always picking a fight, for whatever reason, and just doesn’t know how to stop. Charlie motto is “beat first, ask questions never”. A good reason for Alfie closing him to take care of the man around the distillery and the protection business around Camden. He thought about staying in the army after the war, but ended up deciding to come back home because he’s too attached to his family.

Henry Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Logan Marshall-Green)

The oldest of the Solomons’ siblings never wanted tomatoes part in the family business. This fact cause many disagreements between the boys, especially with Alfie, until Henry decided to leave and start a life on his own. Sometimes he resents his family for not supporting him on his decisions, but he also blames himself for not having tried harder to stay with them and help with whatever he could. Even stranger from his family, Henry tried to keep an eye on them and check if everything is alright. He does take part in family meetings and holidays, in part because of his mother and sister, in part because he misses the chaos that the five of them create when together. Henry became a doctor an served during the war as one.

Crystal “Icebreaker” Kazansky (Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick)

More than just the daughter of Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Crystal is also a woman that goes after what she wants. Following her father’s footsteps, Crystal enlists in the Navy and is later selected to the Top Gun program, graduating as the top of her class, just like her father. Her callsign is “Icebreaker” because people say she’s the only one able to break her father’s composure while flying. Crystal is also known as a very easygoing person that is able to get out of any situation with a smile and a snarky remark. She has an older brother that is a civilian engineer and also a couple of nephews. Maverick is her godfather and her mother partially blames him for her addiction to speed and choice of career.

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theycallmebecca · 4 years

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Drabble: A Football Bet

This story was going to be one thing.. and then @nomadicpixel gave me an idea at 7am that just stuck with me and I struggled to make it happen.. and then I finally succeeded. And I made a moodboard for it too... and once you read it... it will all make sense as to why it’s just Chris. haha

Edit: just realized I forgot to mention that this was for @the-ce-horniest-book-club for kinktober and the prompt “dirty talk”

Title: A Football Bet

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

"NOOOOOOO!" you screamed at the tv as a player from Chris's defense intercepted the football and ran towards the end zone. "STOP HIM! CATCH HIM!"

Thankfully, one of the players on your offense caught up to the player and tackled him. But the damage was done.

"It's almost time to get naked," Chris said with a smirk as he grabbed his t-shirt and put it back on.

Turning your head, you glared at him.

Like every other Sunday during the NFL season, the two of you had spent the day watching football games and were on the last game of the day.

Since the teams playing weren't ones you and Chris had any ties to, he had suggested the two of you make things interesting by playing a game of strip football watching. The rules being that every time your team scores, the other has to remove an article of clothing. However, for every interception or fumble, your team recovers that leads to a change in possession, you get to put something back on.

What the two of you hadn't planned on was for the game to be a high scoring game. You had started the game in yoga pants, a t-shirt and a warm sweater with undies underneath and thanks to your dumb ass defense (and stupid calls by the refs) you were down to your bra and undies. Meanwhile, Chris had started out with one less item of clothing than you had, but thanks to a couple interceptions, he still had his shirt and his boxer briefs.

His team scored on the next play, which left you with the hard decision of taking off your bra or panties first. Deciding the bra, you reached behind your back and unclasped it. Then you dropped it in his lap.

"I like this game," he said with a grin.

"I don't," you replied with a glare. "You would be naked by now if the blind ref hadn't fucked up."

Chris snickered.

Seconds later, he was shouting at the TV as one of your players raced to the end zone following the kick off.

"GO! GO! GO!" you cheered, jumping up and down. As the player crossed the line into the end zone, you spun around and pointed at Chris. "Gimme that shirt."

"I really like this game," he said with a lusty look on his face. His eyes focused on your breasts.

You quirked an eyebrow but still motioned for the shirt. He pulled it over his head and handed it to you.

Taking a seat next to him, the two of you watched as both teams' defenses finally showed up and stopped the offenses from scoring.

"So what happens if no one scores again?" Chris asked as the game clock was winding down. "Team with the most points wins? Loser has to get naked?"

"I guess," you replied as your team punted the ball back to Chris's.

Then it happened.

One of Chris's players touched the ball, but couldn't catch it. By some miracle, one of your players got on top of the ball. Stealing the possession back from Chris's team and putting your team in an amazing position to win the game.

"YES!!!!!!" you shouted. Then, remembering that you got to put something back on, you put Chris's shirt on.

"Come on, come on, come on," Chris chanted beside you. "Come on defense."

"TOUCHDOWN!!!!!" you sang a minute of game time later as your team made it into the endzone, leaving a little over a minute left on the clock.

"Shit," Chris muttered as he stood up. He dropped his boxers to the floor, leaving him completely naked.

"You're right, this game is fun," you said with a big grin. You let your eyes trail down his body and then licked your lips.

"Only because you won," Chris muttered with a roll of his eyes.

With the game still on in the background, you pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him. Now that you had won the stripping game, you didn't care who won the actual football game.

As things between you and Chris heated up, things got insane in the football game you had abandoned. Chris's team found a way to march down the field using their remaining time outs and won the game in the final seconds.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #Becca writes drabbles #becca makes mood boards #mood boards #the ce horniest book club #hbc kinktober '20

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