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sukioyakio · 6 months

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His little Stress Relief

genre: fluff just fluff,(the title doesn’t sound fluffy to me,it probably the amount of amount of smut I read 🤷‍♀️😔🤪💖 Will have some bit of angst

SUMMARY: Sometimes your 6’9 foot tall man can be an little bit clingy at times.

Author note: “I just love me an big Buffy guy being such an clingy and cuddly guy towards their girlfriend (I’m not forgetting about my guys here)anyway I’ve been changing the way how my intro a lot 😭😔🤪.”

ANYway hope you like it.

It was an very busy stressful week for Miguel,everything and everyone was annoying him.The entire spider society was just so stressful to deal with,and when he didn’t have to deal a lot,those stuipd anomaly kept popping up,left and right.

But knowing miguel,he deals with it pushing his body to the limit.He will protect the spider society no matter what,But that doesn’t make him tried and exhausted from working,fighting,yelling at people who get on his skin.The achy scars and bruises on his skin were an pain to deal with.And right now He was in his office or bat cave whatever people says,he was standing on his platform with holograms around.Grumbling about to Lyla to tell some of the spiders that they have an mission to do,and him typing out the information about these anomalies.

peter b Parker who was walking with Jessica drew,they were coming back from their mission,and were going towards to Miguel little bat cave.

“Ughhh,it’s been such a busy week” Peter says in a tired voice,as he stretches his back and his shoulders.

“Oh c’mon now,at least your not the one who has to collect all the mission reports”Jessica says with an annoyed look on her face,sighing at the work that she will have to do later.As she rubs her swollen stomach walking towards Miguel office.

Peter just let out an amused scoff out,as they were walking down the hallway towards the BIG BOSS.

“Don’t you think Miguel would let us slack off for a day!! I haven’t seen my lovely wife and daughter”peter says with a whiny voice,as he made a loud dramatic sigh.

Jessica sigh with a playful smirk on her lips. “Aye man at least after this,we can take a long ass break,cuz my ass need it”She says with a sarcasm,as she let out a chuckle.

Peter suddenly remembered how much Miguel calmed down he was after his wife when Peter asked her if she could come over to talked (helped) him out with Miguel.In which peter had that dorky grin that only means that he had another wonderful idea.

In which Jess turned to look at peter face and saw that grin which in her mind means “he gonna get his ass kick again”,but right before she could say anything to Peter.

“Gotta go bye for now— I’ll be back!” As he zapped off to where Miguel’s wife was.

“DONT do!!— something that will get your ass in the hospital” Jess says in an loud tone but soon lower as she get more closer to Miguel office,she always says that his office is so far away,she rolls her eyes to the back of her head,and letting an scoff out her lips.

She enters Miguel man cave,her heavy but professional steps could be heard from the man who was standing up on his little platform,As she walks in an steady pace and was finally met with Miguel batman era.She stands an few steps ahead but wasn’t quite at the edge of the cliff.She looks up at Miguel,with her one of her hands on her hips and the other one was rubbing her pregnant stomach.

“Ahem” She says loud enough for him to put down his attention from all the work he was doing and putting himself through.Miguel eyes have this dark circles under his eyes,you can tell that this men take his dedication and time for all he does for.But there time where all he takes is to come home to his lovely wife,who his stress reliever.But he does this so people doesn’t have the same fate as him or try to do what he did,nor to do anything that would cause them any harm.

He turned his head towards Jessica,looking down at her,with a sternly expression on his face.He clicked something on his watch to make the platform start moving down towards the ground,very . . . Slowly. very slowly.Jessica wasn’t bothered by it at all,it just meant that she had a time to herself to calm down and free her mind from work.

And in which off letting the platform on the ground nope,he just kept it fairway there,and so he looked at Jess with a sternly and serious expression,and that instantly imitating persona he had.

“Bueno, ¿cómo fue la misión?,and where the hell is Peter”Miguel says in an seriously voice,as one of his eyes brow raises up in question of where would that idiot of the worlds most talkative person you would ever meet,would be possibly be.As he stares at Jess for an good minute before letting out an annoyed sigh,pinching the bridge of his very strong nose,grunting at how much of an goof ball peter is.

“Well I came here to say that the mission was a success,but the part with Peter,better watch out for him and don’t kill him we need him” she says with an playful laugh as she walks out the door with an open smile on her face.

To which Miguel rolls his eyes to back of his head,and went back to work and there he was back working in his bat cave.Calling Layla to inform him about any updates about the anomaly’s,and to inform the other spider in the spider society.Some times layla would be annoying (an tease) to him.But after an hour or so,(peter was having difficulty finding which house is Miguel house) Peter finally came with you into Miguel office,with his cheeky techniques.

Miguel didn’t even get a chance to react to when Peter opened the portal onto his platform.

“Hello!!Big Boss” peter say with a cheerful voice,having a bright smile on his lips.”Look who I brought with him”he says with a warm smile.

The moment he turned around he saw you,with Peter.Holding a worry smile on your face.While peter was standing there with a cheeky expression,Miguel let out an annoyed sigh towards peter.He face was turning more angry then before,his eyes turning the color red.

“¡¡Por qué carajo!!Did you bring my wife here WITHOUT MY DAWN MALDITO permission!” He says with a raging voice,practically shaking the ground,easily making peter gulped down his own saliva.”im soooooooooo getting my ass in an hospital bed” peter said in his head of thoughts.

But luck was on his side for now. . .

“Peter go back doing work I’ll have a little chat with my husband”you said softly as ever to him,with a calmly smile.Giving him a look that gesture for him to leave.In which he did,He left with an awkward chuckle,and he gone.

Now you and Miguel were now alone in his big bat cave.Miguel aromatically regretted for having you see him get angry at his co worker.He hated for you to see him anger,he was insecure about how you felt about him.You words were the light of joy to his ears,but your words could be the ones that made him feel trapped.If he ever told you that he’ll be so vulnerable towards you his wife.Your the thing,the love,the drug,the crave,the addiction that he would never get over.

He was probably over thinking for a while,that he woke up from your reassuring touch.Pulling him to the ground so he could lay down on your thighs.He would do anything for you.

“Until death due us apart”

Now you both are on the floor on Miguel floating platform in silence;comforting silence.

You were sitting upright while patting,scratching, rubbing your hands against Miguel scalp.He looks like a little boy who only wanted to be next to his mama.After a few more minutes of the comfortable silence.You knew that he was very insecure about himself,especially after getting married and even before getting married,when you two were boyfriend and girlfriend,you knew he had some insecurities.

“Miguel I love you . .” You says with a calmly voice,calming him down.

Signal him to talk about what happened during this week

He instantly opened up about what happened at work,and all the exhaustion he endured,and the BS he gotten this week,basically vented about how much work and Be an hero was like a curse and an blessing.

He had that Grumpy Pouty on his beautiful lips,he just an enough of laying on the floor-ahem platform,and So he pulls you down on the floor,as he lays comfortably on tops of you.

You let out a light headed chuckles,He was your big scary,intimidating husband who can break any guys bones,but right now he’s acting very clingy with you.

You let him know that your love him so much,that seeing him like this pains you slowly but deeply in your heart.He was laying on top of your chest,in between of your breast.Letting him melt all his problems away.

“I’m sorry. . .no lady should have to seen what had happened with my co worker” he says with his eyes closed not wanting to be seen vulnerable.

As he continues to mumble apologies,to the point that he says like a whiny child.You couldn’t help but laugh at him being a whiny cringy child.

“What so funny about me apologizing,mhmm cariño”he said to you as he raised his head to look at your eyes. Seeing you laugh,seeing you felt like the world was pause,his body felt so calm.

“Ha-ha,your are my clingy hobby.You could be one whiny old man.” You said with a playfully voice,as you felt him lift your body put you into his laps.You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“I’m not an old man,nor a whiny kid.Im literally just 3 years older then you” Miguel says with a whiny voice,as he rolls his eyes.

You know he love it.You already know that he’s ok,that he is no more tense.

“I still love you gramps” you said as you leaned towards his face to give him a passionate kiss,which he accepted.Love was felt through your body.

as you both end the kiss,leaning on each other forehead.

“I love you” you said softly with a warm smile.

“Yo también” he says softly with a warm smile.

THE END

I hope y’all like it,and I probably suck explaining the positions of them but IM trying 😄 anyway I hope y’all enjoy it,but I low key think I put so much fluff here

THE QOUTE OF THE DAY: by an friend

“THE day can be boring when nothing eventful happens”

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#miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #random thoughts #pls send feedback

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thirstydiglett · 10 days

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would you by chance write a little something for reader with insomnia / sleeping problems and sanji staying awake and trying to help them sleep despite him having to get up so early to prepare breakfast 👉👈

Of course my love!!!! Here goes ❤️ Wrote this for nonbinary!reader cuz I don’t do that enough.

Up By Morning

Summary: Reader can’t sleep. Sanji is a big ole sweetheart and helps.

Pairing: Sanji x nonbinary!reader

Rating: PG (language)

Three nights.

Three goddamn nights in a row.

You lay in your bunk, staring at the bottom Brook’s bunk above you. The room was stuffy and too hot, and a puddle of sweat was beginning to form under your back. The sounds of Luffy and Zoro snoring reverberated around the space. At least Franky was on watch tonight—he was by far the loudest—so you should have had an easier time falling asleep.

But—for the third goddamn, motherfucking night in a row—you lay there, wide awake.

Nami and Robin, kind friends that they were, had offered you a space in their room last night. At first you’d been grateful for the reprieve.

But no. Your insomnia addled brain had decided it was too quiet there. How the fuck could it be too quiet???

So you were back to square one again, in your usual bunk with the men. And not a single sign that you were going to be able to sleep anytime soon.

Finally, you gave in. Rolling over, you made your way down the ladder and quietly left the room, shutting the door behind you. Might as well get some fresh air. Maybe read your book a bit.

You entered out onto the deck, sighing in relief at the cool breeze. The stars were bright tonight, and there was actually enough light for you to sit and read by. You couldn’t help but be taken in by their beauty, gazing up at them as you walked forw—

“OOF.”

You collided hard with another person, enough to lose your balance. Thankfully, he was on his game enough to catch you, pulling you against him so you didn’t completely fall over. Blushing, you looked up.

Sanji.

In your insomnia-addled haze, you could only think to say one thing.

“Why the fuck are you awake?”

Sanji chuckled. “Hello to you too.” Making sure you were steady enough to stand on your own two feet, he stepped away.

“I could probably ask you the same question, yknow,” Sanji yawned, watching you rub your eyes. “Can’t sleep?”

“That’s the understatement of the century. It’s been three days.”

Sanji’s curly eyebrow raised. “Why haven’t you said anything to me, y/n? You know I’d do anything to help a la—“

“Not a lady, remember?”

Sanji tch-ed, chiding himself. “Sorry. Anything to help a friend.”

You sighed, looking away. “I didn’t want to bother anyone about it, I guess.”

Sanji smiled wryly. “Come into the kitchen, y/n. I have some tea that will help.”

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As you and Sanji sat in the kitchen, sipping a strange-smelling but tasty tea he’d apparently gotten in Alabasta, the young man studied you.

“So have you always had insomnia?” He asked kindly.

You stirred another sugar cube into your cup. “I dunno. Not when I was a kid, I guess. It started…”

You cut yourself off abruptly, not wanting to get into the reason you couldn’t sleep. “It doesn’t matter.”

Sanji reached across the table, his hand finding yours. “Y/n, you’re not the only person on this ship who’s had something bad happen to them. You can tell me.”

His hand was surprisingly soft considering he used them all day. Warm from holding the cup of tea. Well manicured… You forced yourself to look up at him, to meet his gaze.

Sanji’s eyes were full of sympathy, as soft as anything could be. You’d never been looked at like that before. You felt… seen. Understood.

And that was all it took for the stories to come pouring out.

The hospital ship you’d been on with your parents—the one that looked just a bit too much like a pirate vessel. The marines. The cannons. The first lifeboats, full of children, the first to be hit. You’d been less than 15. Thank god you could swim.

You could feel tears sliding down your cheeks as you quietly told him everything, squeezing his hand, until finally your voice stopped working and the last words came out as a whisper, barely audible.

Sanji was silent for a long moment. “And since then…”

“Since then, I can’t sleep.”

He nodded. “Tonight we’re going to change that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh hoarsely. “How are you gonna do that, exactly?”

Sanji grinned. “I have some ideas.”

You sighed. “Look, dude, just go back to sleep. You have to be up in like—“ you looked at your watch— “five hours.”

“How will I be able to sleep knowing that my precious y/n is still awake?” Sanji said dramatically, a playful note in his voice.

Then he was serious. “Please, y/n. Let me help you.”

You looked away, considering. Keeping Sanji up all night wasn’t fair to him, you knew. But it had been three. Goddamn. Nights. You weren’t sure you could make it to four with your sanity intact.

You grabbed your tea and took a huge swig, finishing off the last of your cup. “Alright, let’s do this. Put me to sleep, Sanji.”

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The next hours were filled with a bizarre assortment of activities as Sanji tried to help you nod off. He read to you from a very dense and boring cookbook (you actually started wondering if you could manage to make one of the recipes). He put on a peaceful, but dull, nature documentary (you found the part about the sea cucumbers surprisingly engaging!). There was more tea and a backrub and warm milk and the best sandwich you’d ever eaten in your life.

But no sleep.

Finally, the sky began to lighten as the sun prepared to rise, and you were convinced your situation was hopeless. You and Sanji sat on the deck, your head resting on his leg, as you watched the stars fade.

“One more thing,” he said softly. “Let me try one more thing.”

“Sure, Sanji. I doubt it’ll work, but do what you gotta do.”

He reached behind him and pulled out a beautiful acoustic guitar.

Your eyes widened. “Sanji, you play?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, Patty taught me when I was on the Baratie. Always figured it would help me win over the ladies, but this is as good an excuse to play as any.”

“What are you going to play?”

Sanji tuned the guitar as he spoke. “Something my mom used to sing to me as a kid. I was always asleep by the end of it.”

And with that, Sanji strummed a few chords and began to sing.

You were taken aback by his skill at the instrument—when did he have time to play?—but even more amazed by his voice. It was soft and lilting, mesmerizingly pretty.

The song was a ballad of sorts, a fairy tale about a fae queen and a knight who fell in love with her but could never get her to notice him. The melody was delicate and repetitive, and for the first time in three days you began to feel cobwebs filling your head.

The last thing you managed to do before you slipped into blessed, wonderful sleep was to squeeze his leg and whisper,

“Thank you, Sanji.”

And then you were out.

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Sanji finished the song, playing the last chord and gently setting down his guitar. Gingerly so as not to wake you, he picked you up and carried you back to the room, placing you softly in your bed. He indulged himself a gentle kiss to your forehead before tucking you in and finding his own bed.

Sure, he only had two hours until he had to make breakfast. But finally, he could fall asleep himself.

xxx

#god I love giving reader a bunch of immeasurable trauma for no reason 😩😩😩#black leg sanji #sanji fanfic #sanji x reader #sanji #Diglett writes

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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HIII haven’t seen me in awhile, I had to get surgery doneeeeee. But I just saw the new mitsuri heandcannons and 👌🤩 beautiful.

well 8 have a new request, can you do when mitsuri shows off her INHUMAN strength? Also just to clarify, mitsuri does not gain much s weight at all because it mostly gets turned into protein cells….?… idk I forgot but she is just insecure because of what others might think of her.

SPOILERS: so mitsuri has the strength/ if not more than I a demon from that Uni. So her strength is about more than human. For me I think still lower of an adeptis but still INCREDIBLY strong for a human. Cuz during the final battle she rips off the arm of Muzan, the demon king which I think is almost/same strength of an adeptis???… idk

Hello!!! Welcome back! I hope you're doing well after your surgery and making sure to rest! Im sorry it's taken me awhile to get to your request but I will do my best to make it worth the wait!

P.s You didn't mention which characters you wanted to I just went with the characters that were in the past one! Hope that's alright <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Mitsuri strengths~༺}

CW: Fluffy! Slight fighting mentioned! Reader is described as very strong! Established relationships with the characters!

Also in case you'd like to read my other demon slayer works they are all tagged in the linked post:

Here for more!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

"Watch out they are-" Dilucs words of warning would ring in your ear for only a second before the lawlchurl dashed at you, anyone else would have screamed in terror, maybe ran, but you stood still, taking the beast by the horns the second it got close enough. The giant thing was no match for you and within seconds you'd taken it down, standing ontop of it victoriously while your boyfriend stared at you in disbelief.

"Diluc-"

"You're beyond even my wildest dreams...I love you."

𑁍༄Lyney:

"Oh my..."

Lyney was in a trance...with his heart beating heavily in his chest and his head spinning with a type of yearning only you gave him. How had he never seen you in combat...

"Lyney are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

"No...I am just going to stand here for a moment longer and try to calm myself after that...truly enticing battle."

"Enticing?"

"My love, you have got me wrapped around your finger more than you realize..."

𑁍༄Albedo:

"Incredible."

You turned to face Albedo, wondering if he'd been hit over the head when you weren't looking, but to your surprise...he had a soft blush on his cheeks and a almost dazed with love expression, "Uh...you okay?"

"Yes, my apologies I just...you're so strong. I just witnessed you taking out a rather large group of monsters with no trouble at all and I must say, it's left me feeling a bit flustered...I'm in awe of you."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Just let me handle it!" Wanderer jumped in front of you, prepared to take out anyone who attempted to hurt you...ready to protect you till the end.

"You don't need to."

"What the hell are you talki-"

You maneuvered around him, using your strength to best your opponents one by one, leaving none able to do anything but run away begging for mercy. It was easy for you, unnatural for a normal woman...but Wanderer seemed more pleased than unhappy with it...even a little blushed.

"You...when did you get so strong hmph...next time I'm gonna stand behind you instead."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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1427 · 4 months

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 5)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

Story Summary: The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt Setting: The Farm/Woods

Chapt Warnings: pretty explicit drug use (meth), season 2 Daryl, degrading/sexist language (he’s starting to get better lol), SOPHIA CHAPTER (I think that deserves a warning)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Daryl’s POV story. Daryl’s starting to be less of a dick, trying really hard to make it feel organic/make it make sense in the story. Idk. This chapter was really rough to write because… it made me sad. Also have no idea if it even makes sense (the hallucination bit, really hope it does) lol ALSO; I looked up some timeline stuff and i just?? Really thought Daryl was out there for days on his own? But apparently he wasn’t? We’re just gonna say that he is in this story. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I can only do so much when the timeline of TWD is fucking stupid sometimes. (I mean it. Come for me. Idc. Rick was in a coma for 59 days without food or water???!?!!!? Bye)

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17+ mdni (no smut in this one tho sorry)

Like fiberglass in my veins, it tears through me. Mellow, at first, almost think I should rail more before I can feel myself sweatin’. Different kinda sweat, comin’ from my fuckin’ soul.

Haven’t felt like I was doin’ something ‘wrong’ since I was little. That feeling that ch’ya get when you’re doin’ somethin’ ya know you’re not s’possed to. This ain’t the first time I done spazz, but maybe it’ll be the last. The anxiety about doin’ it goes away the second I feel the devil kick me through my nose to the back of my brain. Even though I know it’s comin’, it always feels like gettin’ skullfucked by satan.

Been out here for a day. I brought Merle’s shit with me because I decided to finally get rid of it somewhere. But I got somethin’ that needs doin’. And anyway, I got years of experience with ice. Not doin’ it. Sometimes doin’ it. Never let Merle know, he’d’ve made some big whoop ‘bout it. And everytime he’d gone and done more than he remembered, he woulda blamed me. Shit though, sometimes it was.

M’not like Merle and Beatle. Ain’t an addict. Can do shit and put it down. Always been able to put it down. Figured other people could too, that they just didn’t wanna. ‘m not sure, but still kinda think that.

Never felt fuckin’ guilty about it before, though. Fuckin’ Beatle. I’unno if it’s cuz I’d be done with her if she did the same shit, or if it’s cuz I know if she knew that I was - she’d be mad at me. Mad I didn’t invite ‘er.

But this shit ain’t for fuckin’ playtime. Only reason ‘m even doin’ it i’so I can find Sophia. So I can stay awake, focus, and get ‘er back. They use ta use this shit in war. War’s the reason methamphetamines even exist. Nazi’s? Hell, every single one of ‘em in WWII. Kamikazi’s loaded up, totally fuckin’ wasted outta their minds on crystal while they bolted ‘em in. Kept ‘em awake, kept ‘em happy, kept ‘em focused on the mission. Tha’s what I gotta do.

I can’t stop lookin’ til I find ‘er. Sophia. ‘m the only one that can, only one that knows how. And anymore, ‘m the only one that seems to give a shit. ‘Sides Carol. And Beatle. She wanted ta come. Told her she’d only slow me down. Distract me. Drawn more geeks. She woulda. Told her I didn’t need food either but she packed me some anyway. Knew I wasn’t gonna be hungry. Knew I was gonna use this dumb shit to help. But whatever.

Doesn’t matter what happens to me, right? My life’s not worth nothin’, not compared to that little girl. Now that her old man’s outta the picture she actually got a chance. Maybe not mucha one, not the way shit is these days. But she got ‘er mom. And ‘er mom can actually be ‘er mom now. Not scared of some piece’a shit prick that finally got what was comin’ to ‘im.

Man fuck that guy.

The trail I’m followin’ disappears so I backtrack to the mangroves where I found her doll and try to find another one.

I start to wonder what kinda old man Beatle had. What kinda mom? Startin’ ta realize I don’t know a damn thing about Beatle. I know she likes drinkin’, she likes laughin’, she likes fuckin’ with me. But…

Beatle keeps surprisin’ me. Not just because she let me hump her face a few days ago, the fact that she liked it, shit I haven’t even had a second to process that. Nah, more cuz she hasn’t brought it up. Hasn’t tried to hold my hand again. Hasn’t been annoyin’ me nearly as much. Not even at all, if ‘m honest.

My brain’s goin’ a million miles a fuckin’ second over Beatle and what happened between us. Not just the other night, but back then. Got questions that need answerin’ but she ain’t here. Try to keep myself occupied with trackin’ but it ain’t like trackin’ takes much thinkin’. Follow every trail I pick up, but none of ‘em lead me to Sophia.

I’d prob’ly start gettin’ really frustrated about this, but that’s what crystals good for. All the dopamine I need, and nothin’s annoyin’. Focus.

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Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, walker guts. Trees and rocks and blood and mud and dirt and greens and browns and reds and blacks. And it’s dark and it’s light and it’s dark. And it smells fuckin’ rotten. Bent branches, wilted leaves, another trail, another dead end, another undead shithead. Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, Beatle.

How many times did I go into Merle’s bag and take the devils dick up my nose? Cuz Beatle’s standin’ here right in front of me. ‘Cept she’s all done up in makeup and glitter and her pupils are the size of dimes. Little pink crop top, tiniest pair’a daisy dukes I ever seen. ‘n she’s in my face sayin’ the shit I been thinkin’ about her sayin’ since that day she said it.

“I like you, Dar.”

“You like bein’ fucked up more.” I say it like I said it the last time.

“That’s not true! I mean - I like you, Daryl.” She steps closer, tries to put her hand on my cheek before I brush her off. She slumps back a little, turning away. “You like me, too. You said it.”

My hearts in my fuckin’ throat and I’m standin’ there, this can’t be fuckin’ happening. I know is’not but doesn’t make it feel any less real. “Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle.”

Hate that I said that to ‘er. Did I really say that? Cuz maybe that’s how I felt. Hell, maybe that’s how I felt last week. But it ain’t fair. I don’t know her. Still. Now. Don’t know ‘er at all. Thought I did. Thought I understood what kinda girl did those kindsa things. Is that really what I said? Fuck.

She’s still turned away from me, but I walk the half circle around to look at her face. And she’s sobbing. Silently, trying to stay as still as possible. I… I don’t remember this part. Maybe I didn’t see it? Nah, I saw it. Just didn’t care. Didn’t wanna look at ‘er. Didn’t want to hear her lame ass confession. Especially after she’d brought up that I told ‘er I liked ‘er. She sniffles and wipes her face before she pulls a bubble pipe out of the waistband of her shorts and lights the bottom, starts smokin’ it. She asks if I want a hit, like last time.

I go to say no, but the words don’t come out. Instead my hand reaches for it. I look back up and Beatle’s dressed all different. Baggy jeans and a bikini top. That night. Fuck. Shit. I don’t want to relive that night.

“I promise, I won’t tell Merle.” She says, handing me her lighter. And I smoke it. Inhaling the vapor slowly like she had. “You gotta sip at it, like it’s a coffee and you’re drinking the air to see if it’s still too hot. Roll the bowl or it will burn.” I do it the way she says. She’s like ten years younger than me, but she looks at me - talks to me like it don’t matter. Like she don’t see it that way. Guess I don’t either, never really did.

I’d never wanted to smoke it before. But that night I wanted to. With her. Woulda done anything she’d asked that night ‘fore she ruined it. I ruined it. Til it got all fucked up an’ it was never the same again. Not the way I saw her, not the way she looked at me.

I’m goin’ through memories like they’re happening all over again. Feelin’ fuckin’ sick. I don’t wanna remember this.

I hand the pipe back to her and she asks, “How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

“Just fine?” She smiles.

“Good.” I clarify.

“Good.”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I think I like you, Beatle.”

She laughs too hard, “you think?” I feel myself getting sicker and angry again all at once.

I split in half. One half feelin’ those same feelings I felt. That this conceited fuckin’ bitch really acts like everyone likes her. I hear her words and it sounds like she’s sayin’ ‘well obviously’ - but the other halfa me hears it like a real question. Like she wanted ta know what I meant. I don’t remember how I responded then, but I can hear myself say it, “Self-obsessed cunt.”

Beatle laughs, “Is that what you like about me?”

My misunderstanding continues; Thought she was pickin’ on me. Makin’ funna me. All these years. All this time. Thought she was fuckin’ laughin’ at me. Never told a girl I liked her. Not that I never did like one, just never told ‘em. Not like some teenage fuckin’ confessional. And I do and what? she just laughs.

Shit.

Cuz inside ‘m screaming. Screamin’ at myself ta say somethin’ different. To jus’ tell her. She’s special, she’s exciting, and when she smiles at the shit I say it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the fuckin’ world to her. Tha’s what she wants ta here. Tha’s why she’s askin’.

“Nah. Forget it.” She nods, and I thought she did forget it. She forgot until she brings it up again in the memory I already re-lived.

Tha’s how I was so damn sure she didn’t give a single shit about if I liked her or not. Didn’t bring it up again for months. Didn’t give a single shit about me at all. Felt stupid for ever thinkin’ she might. Just a dumb crush on a dumb girl, and I forgot everything about it. An’ every little thing she did that made me like ‘er ended up as somethin’ else I hated. And every time I saw her after that she was fucked up on somethin’. Meth or booze or weed. Usually all three.

It comes at me like a fuckin’ freight train, her lips crashing into mine, but this time I want it. Don’t wanna stop kissin’ ‘er. Instead my arms move and I push her down to the ground. She’s wearing the crop top again, can tell she’d been cryin’. She’s layin’ there in the rocks lookin’ up at me and I flash back to the living room where this happened, where she’d told me she liked me back. I wanna beat the shit outta myself for makin’ her look like that.

How didn’t I see it?

I did see it. I just didn’t care. Thought I knew what kinda girl did those kinds’a things.

Wonderin’ what kind of old man she had. What kinda boyfriends before she met me. How maybe she’s just as fuckin’ scared’a feelin’ stuff as I am. How maybe it took her months to even get up the courage to tell me after I’d told ‘er never mind and slowly started to hate her. How many’a those drinks were for courage? How many’a those hits were cuz she was nervous?

Shit.

And she’s runnin’ away like she did then. Away from me an’ outta my life until a few weeks ago. I know it ain’t real but I run after her anyway. Screamin’ her name into the open air like maybe somehow I can change it if I can get her to come back. But she’s gone and ‘m still running tryin’ to find her. Screaming for her ‘til my throats hoarse.

‘Til the walkers hear me.

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Andrea fuckin’ shot me. What is wrong with this fuckin’ group?

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Beatle’s in the bedroom with me but I can’t look at ‘er. Don’t wanna. Feels like she knows what I was doin’ out in them woods without ‘er. Like she can see the dirty shit in my soul and for some reason it makes me ill. Can’t look at ‘er. Knowin’ I hurt ‘er like that all that time ago. Knowin’ it now like I ain’t ever known anything else.

It’s just me ‘n her and she doesn’t try to talk to me. Just lets me lay there hatin’ myself for all of it. Didn’t even find Sophia.

Spent a lot of my days in my life hatin’ myself. Thinkin’ I was good for nothin’. Now ‘m sure of it.

I feel the bed move under the weight of her. She hugs herself around me, and like some pathetic kid I fuckin’ cry. Don’t know if she can tell or not but she tries comforting me anyway. “It’s okay, Dar. You did your best.” Her voice… how could I have ever thought it was annoying? Her bein’ so nice just makes me hate myself more.

“Lea‘me alone, Beatle.” Shakin’ her arm out from around me. She gets off the bed and sits back in the chair she’d been in. God, I fuckin’ hate myself. Wanna scream No, come back. I didn’t mean it.

Still got question’s that need answerin’. This time Beatles right here, and I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. “Why were you naked in Merle’s room?” Grateful that she’s sittin’ behind me. Don’t think I could talk to ‘er ‘bout this stuff if she was lookin’ at me. Right now? If I saw her face? Don’t think I could talk at all.

She laughs. Fuck her stupid fuckin’ laugh. “I still can’t believe you think I fucked around with Merle.”

“Why not? Y’all hung out every other day.” My voice is sharp, feels like she’s laughin’ at me again. Always feels like everyone’s laughin’ at me.

“We all hung out every other day, Dar.”

“Stop callin’ me tha’.”

“I was carpet surfing. Your dumbass brother spilled all the schkag all over the damn place.”

Oh…. But, “Ya didn’t have any clothes on.”

“I never had any clothes on, Daryl. You sure I wasn’t just wearing something ‘slutty’? You know, like you always said I was? Cuz I don’t remember, but I’ve never been naked with Merle. Ever. Sounds fuckin’ gross.”

Oh.

It made sense. Makes so much sense, ‘specially now. She keeps talkin’ an’ ‘m grateful cuz if I tried to say anything else I’d start fuckin’ cryin’ again. “I liked you, man. I…” she stops herself. Wanna beg her to keep goin’ but I can’t.

Instead I ask ‘er the only question I got left, “Why’d ya leave, then? Ya left ‘n ya never came back.”

She’s silent for a long time. “When you and Merle moved, where’d you go?”

She did come back.

“Why’d ya leave, Beatle?” Doesn’t matter where Merle and I went. She’s avoidin’ the question.

“Got sober. After that night… with you. Wanted to get sober. Wanted to…” she don’t say the rest but she don’t need to. I got it. Fuck, my heart can’t take it.

“Cuz I said ya liked gettin’ fucked up more than ya liked me.” It ain’t a question. I know.

“Think it was more the other thing you said.”

Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle. I can still taste the words. “Shouldn’t’a said that to ya.” My voice is barely a whisper.

She gets back up on the bed and puts her arm around me again, this time I don’t shake her away. Her voice, so close to my ear, “I didn’t want to tell you that I came back. I didn’t want you to know that I got sober for you.”

What? “Why not?”

“Wasn’t sure you’d care. And if you did… I didn’t want you to have all the what-ifs in your head that I have in mine.”

She hugs herself into me so tight it’s hard to breathe, and she tells me, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

I feel guilty, can’t take any of that back. Can’t make any of it better. I don’t deserve this. Her. After all the nasty shit I ever thought about her. After what I did to her the other night. I can’t bring myself to tell her to leave cuz I know she wants to be here. Don’t wanna make her cry again.

So I let her hold me. Even though I don’t fuckin’ deserve it.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon imagine

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cxhleel108 · 4 months

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: Oh- ok!

• Time for another volume of listening to the bombshell drone on about how much they’re in love with me and no one else in the villa🙂

• Helppp not Chuckles!

• Luna telling me to just not graft on Tyler because I don’t wanna lose Oakley. Like that’s ever worked in the game up until now.

• They revealing this like I’m ‘posed to give a fuck? Like…yeah he’s fine as hell that’s why I chose him.

• I’m sorry to all Hungarian people reading right now but this sounds so strange.

• Ok Tyler is really cute I’ll give him that, but do I put him above my baby daddy Oakley? Nahhhhh fam.

• Why would he say this😭😭😭???

• Girlllll anyways.

• I didn’t even expose her. I’m only about vibes and fun this season! (This is so gonna change by the end of the season btw)

• Omg you mean to tell me that for once the bombshell won’t get to steal me from my happy couple when they first enter the villa???!!! Everybody get up!

• Yes, please gather him Theo cuz I don’t know who the fuck this is, but it sure ain’t Jin.

• I don’t remember who said it, but somebody said Jin was most likely a Gemini and honestly all this aggy shit makes sense then cuz them hoes love to have like 20 different personalities. Yes, I know my MC is a Gemini but she’s different!

• Luna all of sudden wanting my man??? Y’all been here a good amount of days but as soon as I get with him that’s when you want to pursue like girl make it make seeeeense. No wonder her ass was trying it with me the other night she just mad I’m on his dick and she not🙄

• Ugh this is bae for realllll like y’all don’t get it! He’s picking me up with ONE ARM!!!

• The mocktail date ahhhhh we so goals fr😛

• Fusebox I’m glad y’all stepping y’all game up by giving us different activities, finally!

• I’m honestly shocked we getting this tea so early on. I was almost certain they was finna milk their whole “power couple” shtick for much longer than this.

• Luna you not that bitch or nothing but you ate that one thing! Like Sophie girl please😭😭😭

• Soooo this ho gon do all that bullshit this entire volume just to pick Jin again…lord help them.

• Tyler was here for all of 3 minutes I’m crying.

• They really be adding people to the plot just to add them like who the fuck are Christy and Brad? Haven’t they only been here for like 2 weeks my god😭

• I will never get over his underwear sprite I’m so sorry but also not sorry😩

• If they just about to reveal everything Tyler told me literally like 5 seconds ago they can keep it cuz I really don’t give a flying fuck about this “Rachel’s Kiss” drama anymore. Let’s wrap this up by next week!

#ok once again this really isn’t that bad #good job fusebox #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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missmaywemeetagain · 11 months

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Read Need Your Love Tonight ✈️💙🔥...

It's 1961 and we're headed to Hawaii for the U.S.S. Arizona Benefit Concert! ✈️ This one is an older woman and Elvis, so buckle up, babies! All the pics are from the day/night of the concert, just cuz I know a little visual stimulation never hurts...😏

TW: SEXX, age gap (f > m), period appropriate ageist nonsense, fluff, Elvis in that gold jacket, a little sub!e for funsies

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March 25th, 1961

“Are you sure about this, y/n?” Margie asks you, yet again. She looks at the sign in your hand that you’ve got tucked in by your feet with doubt in her ever-practical brown eyes. “I mean, it’s not too late to just chuck it.”

You laugh, unwilling to let her change your mind. “Oh, come on, Margie! Have a little fun, will ya? It’s not like it really matters. He probably won’t even see it, anyway, so why not?”

“But it’s a little desperate, don’t you think? And it announces to the world that you’re practically a spinster at your age!” she laughs, poking you in your side.

You roll your eyes. “A divorcee is not a spinster, honey. Plus, it gives me character,” you say, fluffing your chic new bob. “Plus, lord knows Elvis Presley has plenty of young admirers. Some of these girls are just babies. They wouldn’t even know what to do with a man like him.” You wink at Margie salaciously.

“Oh, how in the world did I let you talk me into this?” she groans, teasing and giving you a smile that only a best friend could.

It’s not that her words don’t sting just a little though. You certainly hadn’t planned to be 35 years old and recently divorced, or for your husband—ex-husband—to be a giant cliché and leave you for his (much) younger secretary.

That’s why you treated yourself on this trip to Hawaii, using his money and dragged Margie, your life-long best friend, along for the ride. It was a huge bonus when you found out Elvis was going to be performing for the first time since the 50’s and for charity no less. You didn’t mind one bit when springing for the $100 ringside seats for you and Margie. It was a win-win-win situation.

Even though you’d been older than him and his target audience, Elvis intrigued and attracted you from the beginning. The young man with the sleek hair, cutting edge style, and wiggling hips set your heart aflutter even though you were married and, according to your mother, should be “beyond such things.”

Hey, there isn’t any harm in looking, was your thought.

You wiggle your feet under your chair to try and alleviate the numbness in your toes. Perhaps heels hadn’t been the most practical choice for this particular venture, but really all you care about (despite what you told Margie) is Elvis noticing you, even just a little bit. God knows you need this after all you’ve been through. And if that takes wearing a sexy outfit and making a ridiculous sign asking, “Am I too old for you?” in giant, bold letters to get his attention, so be it.

You may be in your mid-thirties and divorced, but you still look decent. And you don’t plan on being single forever. Something in you feels like if you can at least catch the eye of the most famous man on earth, you have a chance at catching another man sooner rather than later.

Your stubborn, fiery nature will come in handy tonight, you just know it will. Even as that too-grown-up shred of doubt telling you this is silly winds through your mind, you still have a good feeling about this.

Sitting through the opening acts, you find yourself wiggling in your seat, filled with an excitement you haven’t felt about anything in a while. The other acts are good—you particularly enjoy that the opening comedienne was a woman—but you are itching to see Elvis. In the flesh.

Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

There’s about a hundred horses galloping in your chest and you feel like you might melt into the chair or start shrieking like one of the thousands of teenagers behind you. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. Margie elbows you in the ribs and you blink, and realizing he’s staring, waiting, you smile the biggest smile you’ve ever smiled.

He winks in response and then turns back to the band. You let out a shuddering breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, dropping the sign on the floor.

“Oh, my god, y/n! He spoke to you! He pointed you out!” Margie whispers excitedly in your ear, bouncing up and down as if she too had been possessed by a teenage girl.

For once in your life, you are speechless and can only nod in her direction, your eyes never leaving Elvis. It’s like you are in his thrall and unable to do anything but focus on his voice and his beautiful face.

Ever the consummate performer, he uses his space well, walking from one end of the stage to the other as he brings the entire arena to quiet with the lullaby-esque ballad. Your frustrated tears from earlier have morphed into tears of overwhelm, of being moved by his voice and the melody. Combined with the lyrics of this particular tune, it feels like he’s somehow seen into your soul and is singing straight to you.

He's in front of you now, and you barely register the fact that he’s bending down, throwing his long legs over the edge of the stage to sit there, as if he weren’t performing for a crowd of 4,000. The girls shriek with even more fervor.

As he begins the spoken part, his legs dangling right there in front of you, he says, “I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight,” staring straight at you once again.

Every nerve in your body is at attention and you know you’ve flushed a shade of cherry red because he smiles knowingly at the effect he’s had on you. He looks away, continuing the rest of the spoken part, and you shiver despite the humid warmth.

Only Margie’s hand clamping over yours reminds you that you are still on earth and that this is indeed all real. And when he looks back at you and says, “I loved you at first glance,” the blood drains from your head straight into your belly and you think you might actually pass out, right there in front of him.

A choked noise escapes your throat and luckily Margie, knowing you as well as she does, starts squeezing your hand with a grip strength you didn’t know was possible from the tiny woman. The pain brings you out of your daze, and you breathe again as he looks away and finishes the song.

It was truly more than you ever could have hoped for and the last three songs of the set fly by. You don’t want it to end, but at least you accomplished what you’d set out to do, which honestly was a little bit of a surprise, despite all your talk at the beginning. For the first time in a long while, you feel a tad bit hopeful about the future. You know it’s probably stupid, this idea that a morsel of attention from Elvis Presley could make you feel valued again, but you feel it all the same. After all, if Elvis thinks your worthy of note, then you must be.

Take that, Mike. You and your secretary can shove it. The thought brings a little smile to your face.

A boisterous version of Hound Dog starts playing and you find yourself grinning from ear to ear, bopping back and forth with Margie. You can’t help but stare at those famous hips as he shakes them oh so perfectly in your direction and are quite mesmerized by them when Margie very pointedly bumps your knee with hers. Looking over, you see a short man in front of you bending towards your ear.

“Hi, Miss, I’m Joe. I work for Elvis, and he would like to see you after the show,” Joe says kindly, presenting it as more of a statement than a question. Your eyebrows shoot up to the sky and you look at him disbelievingly. “You and your friend, of course,” he adds quickly, with a disarming smile.

You shoot Margie a look that you hope conveys the appropriate amount of giddy excitement under the strategically calm look you plaster across your face. It’s one thing to be a mooning schoolgirl with your friend in the audience, but completely different once a very real and unfamiliar young man invites you to meet Elvis Presley.

You give the guy a once over and see the lanyard hanging from his neck that shows that he is indeed working as part of the show, lending some credibility to his request. Margie looks at you with keen eyes, then gives you a shrug of approval before you nod and agree.

“Come with me, ladies, or we’ll be caught in the crowd,” Joe says, ushering you two out of the area before the last song is over. Head spinning, you feel a little regretful that you are missing it, and you are almost out of sight before you realize you’ve left the sign on the floor.

The song and the sign should be the last thing on your mind, but you find your disbelief of the situation feels a little too much to handle as Joe brings you to a black door with a guard standing in front of it. If you had any doubt before, the nod of the guard and the way he instantly opens the door for Joe tells you that this might be real after all.

Margie loops her arm in yours as you step into the dark hallway and Joe leads you away from the stage and the shrieking applause of the arena. By the sound of the immense applause, Elvis’ set is finished and he must be taking his bows.

The butterflies in your stomach make you glad you had only a light dinner as Joe finally opens a door to what you assume is a dressing room. You blink against the light.

“Make yourselves comfortable, ladies. Elvis will be with you shortly,” Joe says before leaving and closing the door behind him.

You break away from Margie, who starts tittering around the room. You are so dazed you barely hear her.

“Are you listening to me, y/n? I cannot believe your silly sign worked! Elvis Presley—the Elvis Presley—wants to see us? I mean, you, really, but hey, I’m glad to be along for the ride! He is awfully handsome, isn’t he?” Margie rambles on.

All you can do is nod while your mind whirls a million miles an hour. Suddenly, all your confidence from before the show disappears and you feel incredibly silly. You’re almost an old woman, for god’s sake. What are you even doing here? What if Elvis comes back, sees how old you really are, and realizes his mistake? Oh, this might be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done, and that’s saying something.

“Oh, no you don’t, missy. Don’t you give up on me now, not when you’re so close to the finish line!” Margie scolds, then puts her arm around you, leading you to the couch. She sits you down and turns your face to hers.

“He’s gonna take one look at me and run for the hills, Marg,” you whimper.

“Stop it—he will do no such thing. And keep your expectations manageable. We’re just meeting him, that’s all. It’s not like you are going to sleep with the man!” she laughs and shakes her head.

You don’t laugh and Margie stops abruptly. “Oh, my lord above, do you want to sleep with him? Do you think he wants to sleep with you?” she asks, lowering her voice to a whisper, her eyes widening.

This time you can’t help but laugh at her. “Okay, first of all, who doesn’t want to sleep with him? Secondly, I have no idea if he wants that. He’s the biggest star in the world, Marg! I don’t know what his expectations are of the women he brings backstage!” you whisper back, looking around as though there might be lackies lurking about listening to you two chirp away.

Margie now looks as nervous as you feel. She starts playing with her wedding ring in a self-soothing motion and you can’t help but fidget with the simple diamond necklace hanging around your neck.

“Look, it’s probably nothing, right? You just caught his eye and he wants to say hi,” she says, trying to be reassuring but it feels anything but.

“Yes, of course…you don’t think he’ll laugh at me, do you? Like he didn’t just bring us back to make fun of me, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He doesn’t seem the sort to do that,” she replies, as if she knows the man personally.

Before you can respond, you hear people in the hallway, coming closer by the second. You don’t even have time to look in the mirror because the door opens and the room floods with a loud group of men.

You quickly slide your best confident and nonchalant air over your features, a skill well-practiced from your days going to Mike’s work parties with his insufferable partners and their equally insufferable wives.

The moment Elvis enters the room, the air shifts, as though his essence somehow defies physics and the atoms that make him up are different than the rest of yours. He is glowing, both with sweat and the high of his performance, his gold jacket abandoned to one of his followers along the way. His white ruffled shirt is soaked through with sweat and the sight has you beginning to sweat yourself. It’s as if his pheromones have already sent your hormones into overdrive, and you have the sudden urge to rip that sweaty shirt right off his body.

Instead, you dig your nails into your palm and wait for him to notice you. It takes a moment, what with all the hullabaloo around him. He’s still breathing hard from his performance and laughing with the men. You watch carefully as he pulls off his blue string tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt and rolling his sleeves up his forearms. The scene is so natural and intimately masculine in its way that it sends a shiver down your spine and reminds you that it’s been too long since you’ve had a man if this is all it takes to get you going.

The room suddenly feels very hot and it’s in that moment that Elvis sees you. He gives a low whistle. “Well, if it isn’t the pretty lady with the sign,” he says in his lilting Southern drawl, his eyes never leaving you as he makes his way across the room. Your heart flutters as though a hummingbird is caught in your chest. You stand to greet him.

“Mr. Presley,” you say demurely as he comes to a stop before you and takes your hand in his. The heat from it is blistering on your skin in the best possible way, and when he presses his lips into your fingers without taking those gorgeous blue eyes off you, the zing goes straight into your core.

“Please call me Elvis,” he says in a way that is sweet as pie but with an undercurrent of heat that causes you to blush. “And you are?”

It takes a second for you to remember your own name, and in that short break, Margie jumps up beside you. “She’s y/n, and I’m Margie,” she says, and you hold yourself back from shooting her a scathing look when his eyes shift to her with a kind smile.

A kind smile, but without the same heat, you can’t help but notice.

When he turns back to you and guides you back to the couch, Margie gives you a knowing glance and bites her lips in a smile, obviously trying to hold back a girlish grin.

It doesn’t take long for Elvis to cozy up to you. His arm ends up around the back of the couch and then your shoulders rather quickly, his long fingers drawing soothing circles on your dress. If you were younger and less experienced, this might have been salaciously forward. As it stands, however, sitting here so close to him that you can feel the heat radiate off his sweaty body, it is not even close to enough to satiate you.

Elvis keeps asking you questions, looking at you with endlessly deep blue bedroom eyes framed in long, dark lashes, smudged with remnants of what you assume is eye makeup. You answer his questions, nervous and coy at first, then with increasing candor, because all at once you come to a decision:

You want nothing more than to utterly ruin this boy, despite propriety, despite your reservations and low expectations from earlier. No, judging from the curiously passionate way he keeps looking at you and the increasing tightness in your lower belly, you very much know that you want to take him to bed.

Almost as if he can read your mind, he leans in towards your ear. “Would ya like to come back to my place, darlin’?” he whispers. The hushed, warm cadence of his voice sends tingles sparkling over your body. He’s surprisingly shy about the proposition considering how forward it is, and it’s all you can do to keep from straddling his spread legs right there and then.

Instead, you settle for a nod and a quiet, “I’d like that very much.”

With that, he wastes no time, popping up off the couch and announcing abruptly that it’s time to go. His entourage scrambles to attention, and Margie gives you a quizzical look as Elvis grabs your hand.

You smile at her in the way only a best friend can and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, as though she can’t quite believe your intentions. She’s nervous, you can tell by the way her brow furrows. She begins worrying her lip as the both of you are ushered out and down the dimly lit corridor.

Part of you thinks that perhaps you should be nervous, too. After all, you don’t know Elvis or his people. Yet there is something about him that is utterly disarming—a unique sort of charm perhaps, but it really is more than that. It’s a vulnerability you don’t expect from a man like him. A yearning to connect, maybe.

It’s something that makes him not so different from you.

Before you can really absorb what’s happening, you are whisked into a car with Elvis, Margie, and some of his people, and the lot of you are taken to the Hawaiian Village Hotel. Margie grips one hand while you splay the other on Elvis’ thigh. He lays his larger hand on top and threads his fingers through yours, suggesting a level of intimacy which surprises you. There is a neediness to it, and you have the distinct urge to take care of him in whatever way you can. A knot of warmth grows deep in your belly at the thought.

You feel calmer than you should because, despite his fame, every second you spend with Elvis he becomes less of an untouchable superstar and more of just a man. Even though in any other circumstance you might be afraid being in the company of so many strange men, this feels more like you were meant to be here all along. As if everything in your life has led you to this very night. You are excited, to be sure, but not afraid in the least. In fact, you are feeling more confident than you have in a while, an anticipatory excitement building in you with every passing minute.

Once you get to the hotel, Elvis does not want to let you out of his sight, or even his grasp, which makes it a little hard to convey to Margie all these thoughts of yours. It’s not until you abscond to the bathroom that you are able to get her alone, and even that gains you the cutest little boy pout from the young man who now seemingly has his sights set on only you. You escape only after telling him you must freshen up and give him a long kiss to the cheek, which you notice turns him a little pink.

Margie is beyond hesitant to leave here without you. “Don’t you think you are taking this a little too far, y/n?” she asks you with worry in her eyes.

“Marg, I know what I’m doing, and I’d be crazy not to take this chance. You know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t. And it’s not like I’m some young, innocent thing he’s taking advantage of, am I?” you remind her, checking your makeup and hair in the mirror.

“I guess not. But promise me you’ll be careful! And that you’ll call me. I’ll worry if I don’t hear from you,” she tuts.

“I know and I will. You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you smile, hugging her.

“I know I am,” she says, nodding, then whispers, “You better be ready to share all the details when you get back. A married woman can still be curious, you know.”

You laugh and say goodbye before Margie announces that she’d like to be taken back to your hotel. A few men hop to and she’s off before you know it.

Once she’s gone, Elvis grabs your hand and pulls you back into his suite of rooms, alone.

“You go on and make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. I just need to take a shower and get all this grime offa me,” he drawls, turning to the ensuite bathroom.

Emboldened by the quiet and the dark, you grab his hand and pull him back to you. Cupping his pretty face, you plant a long, lingering kiss full of promise on his lips. You can feel his surprise, at first, but he quickly relents and wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss. Feeling him pressed against you sends your body into overdrive. Besides an angry and cliché tussle with the mailman after Mike had announced he was leaving, you hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while. That coupled with the raw, magnetic pull that had been growing all night between you and Elvis has your toes curling and your heart racing.

Elvis may be young, but he sure does know how to kiss, you think. His lips are incredibly soft and pliant and gentle, but you can feel his passion brewing just under the surface in the fevered way his hands dig into your back and his cock twitches in his slacks.

Even though you are loathe to do so, you break away first. “You’d better go shower,” you command, smoothing the ruffles on his shirt.

“Y-Yes, m-ma’am,” he manages to choke out, nodding voraciously. With one last peck to your cheek, he absconds quickly, and in his haste leaves the door open a crack. He undresses in what must be record breaking time, which you can hear from how quickly his clothes drop to the floor. Just thinking of him wet and naked mere feet away has slick gathering in your underwear. It takes everything in you to not follow him in.

Yes, you think you just might ruin him tonight, in the best possible way. Honestly, you’re not exactly sure where this self-assurance is coming from, other than the fact that he seems very taken with you and you have nothing to lose. You’re sure he’s quite experienced—there’s no way he wouldn’t be with his age and level of stardom, and while that should give you pause, you still have nearly a decade on the man. While your sex life had dwindled recently, there were plenty of better years when you and Mike went at it like rabbits.

You sit on the edge of the bed, opting not to take of your dress. There’s something about the fact that he will be naked (or nearly so) with you being fully clothed when he walks back in that entices you in such a way that it sends a shiver down your spine. Of course, it would’ve been prudent of you to wear sexier underwear, but you suppose your white lace set will have to do. Plus, you aren’t entirely certain you will be wearing them for long, anyway…

True to your prediction, the shower turns off in record time. You cross your legs and lean back on your hands, casually but expectantly. Elvis is breathless when he flings the door open, as though he just ran a sprint, droplets of water still glistening on his skin. He looks at you with hopeful, needy anticipation.

He's an absolute vision. Never has a man looked so good, you think. God surely spent extra time crafting this one, what with his high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes and perfect lips. You make no secret of the way you take in his whole body, either, and his lips part and his eyes widen and you can’t tell if he’s maybe a little self-conscious by the way your gaze is raking over him.

You don’t care. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as he watches you tells you he’s enjoying it. His towel is slung low, wrapped and tucked in around his waist. There’s no hiding how his cock is hardening beneath it, the terrycloth twitching and tenting right before your eyes. Between that and the disheveled state of his wet hair, it makes you want to lick him dry in more ways than one.

You uncross your legs slowly and use one finger to beckon him forward in a come-hither action. You’d seen him do the same in one of his movies last year, but my oh my, how the tables have turned. He gulps visibly, his eyes drifting from your legs to your finger and back again, then pads towards you on the plush carpet until he’s standing right before you.

Looking up at him, you bite your lip coquettishly and see his eyes dilate. Your gaze drifts down his chest to his stomach, then follows the little trail of hair that goes from his belly button and disappears beneath the towel. You can’t help pressing your lips right above his navel and you feel him shudder against you, which you take as a sign to keep going. Kissing across his soft but lean stomach, then down that little trail, you open your legs and grab his hips, pulling him forward to you. He trips over his own feet to get there.

When your hands skirt the edge of the towel and begin to pull it open, his hand stops you. You look up at him to find him shaking his head bashfully.

“Y-y-you don’t h-hafta do that, m-ma’am,” he stammers out, belying his nervousness. You can’t seem to piece out why, exactly, because by the quite prominent erection he’s sporting right in front of your face, it’s evident that he’s excited by the notion. Perhaps he’s used to pretty, young things who don’t know what they are doing, or maybe the notorious 50’s rebel is a little old fashioned. But if there’s one thing you became quite skilled at in the last few years (in the failed hopes it might help your marriage), it was how to make a man fall apart in your mouth. You’d even developed quite the taste for it.

And something about the way he is calling you “ma’am” in his delightful and polite Southern accent has you licking your lips. “Oh, I know I don’t have to, baby,” you coo at him, “but I want to.” And with that, you unravel the towel and let it drop to the floor.

Elvis lets out a choked groan and his hands flail as though he wants to cover the magnificent member that springs forth before you, slapping up against his stomach. You swat his hands away, lips parting with a sigh as you take him in.

He’s intact, the red tip of him nestled under lighter foreskin. Perhaps that why his cheeks are as pink as they are. You’d heard women titter in whispers about uncircumcised men being “ugly” or “unclean,” and while you didn’t have any personal experience with it, it does not turn you off in the least. Quite the opposite, if fact, as you can feel your arousal soaking the fabric between your thighs. What is beyond evident is that God didn’t just give him a pretty voice and a pretty face—he’s got a cock to match.

“Perfect,” you sigh and smile up at him, rubbing encouraging little circles at his hipbone with your thumb.

He lets out a shaking breath and a look of relief passes quickly over his features, but there is still a vulnerable hesitance about him. It does something primal to you. You just want to eat him right up.

But before that, you think he’s due for a little teasing. It’s the least you can do after the show he put on for you earlier and how it had made you ruin your panties to watch him live on stage. Pressing your lips along the cut of his groin, you feel the tickle of the course thatch of hair he’s got curling around the base of him. He shivers violently with each kiss, holding back a strangled moan as you get closer and closer to the place he wants you the most. Not seeming to know what to do with his hands, they flounder a bit before resting lightly on your shoulders, the heat of them blazing through your dress.

Using just the tip of your pointer finger, you run it under and up his large ball sack, noticing the way they seem to draw in closer and the way he jumps when you do so. Your other hand reaches around to grab his perfectly round ass cheek to keep him near and steady. The cutest little yelp falls out of his mouth. You smile, finally dragging your finger up the silky soft flesh covering his rock-hard shaft.

He jolts, the long length of his cock bouncing toward you, knowing and eager for what you have in store for him. The tip of your finger circles the slit of him, already weepy with precum, and you see how sensitive he is around his foreskin when he sucks in a short breath as your finger circles that, too.

Without warning him, you run the tip of your tongue from base to head, savoring the clean but still musky scent of him as you go. You look up to see his eyes roll back and his lips part, a whisper of “Goddamn,” falling from his mouth like a prayer.

You kiss and lap your way back down then take him in your hand to tilt his cock down to you. The heavy feel of him in your palm coupled with the way his hands tighten and dig into the fabric of your dress has you knowing you are on the right track. You pump him once, twice, three times, your wrist twisting and changing pressure to see what makes him moan the most. When you find the right combination, you swirl your tongue around his leaking tip before closing your mouth around it.

The low keen that vibrates out of him is desperate and sensual. Your thighs tighten around his legs, boxing him in, and your pussy clenches around nothing, yearning for friction. Right now, you concentrate on taking him in your mouth, lathing your flattened tongue up and down his penis while you suck in, sealing yourself around him.

It’s then that his hands finally fly up to your hair, carting through it, and you can feel him holding back. It’s good that he knows you are in charge, and he fully submits to how you begin working his balls and the hilt of him with one hand as you inch his ample length further into your mouth.

Obscene moans are falling past his lips now, only getting louder when you match them with your own, the vibrations causing him to thrust a little down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants as you press him past your gag reflex, your throat tightening then relaxing around him. His legs tremble and you pull off him for a moment to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to him still.

Elvis whimpers and you smile up at him, using your hand to pump him fully. You reckon he’s not going to last long in this by the way he’s crumbling so beautifully in front of you. The urge to want to choke on his cock comes over you so strongly that you can’t wait any longer. You take him back down your throat quickly enough that his eyes pop open in surprise and his hand finally tightens in your hair the way you want it to.

He's bigger than Mike in every way, but you don’t let that deter you. No, you feel quite confident as you open your throat for him as best you can, all the while working him with your tongue and hand. For the first time in a long time, you feel like you could conquer the world, despite your age, despite being divorced, because you are going to make the king of rock and roll himself unravel at your feet. The thought has you soaking your panties as Elvis murmurs your praises.

“I-I-I’m not gonna…last…gonna blow if ya keep this up, mama,” he pants, trying to pull away as if not wanting to sully you. But you are far too experienced and far too aroused for such sentiment. Instead, you grab his ass in both hands and press him so far down that your nose hits his pelvis. Feeling him tense and shudder, you give him every trick at once, relishing his pleasure as it serves your own. His strangled cry fills the air as he pulses in your mouth, shooting his salty release straight down your throat as you swallow around him.

The pleasured run of expletives he’s moaning must be loud enough for others to hear, but that arouses you even more because you are causing it. His body shakes hard through his orgasm, and he bows over you, clutching your head in an effort to stay standing. When you finally pull off him, his saliva-covered dick is still heavy and hard.

Ah, youth, you think with a smile.

“Oh, oh mama,” he says breathlessly, “that w-was…oh lord...” Then he collapses next to you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

You shift your body sideways so you can look down at him in his fucked-out afterglow. Somehow, he’s even more beautiful now than he was before, both innocent and debauched all at once, his high cheekbones flushed and his eyes dark and sparkling with lust. You can’t help but run your hand down his heaving chest, just to prove that this vision is real.

The action focuses him and he looks over at you, concerned, his hand cupping your cheek. “You okay? Y-ya really din’t have ta do that, honey,” he says quietly, his dark brows furrowing together handsomely.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. I loved it,” you say, smiling. “Can I show you how much?”

His eyes widen and he nods.

As bold as you’ve ever been, you take his other hand in yours, tucking it under your dress. Slowly, you run his fingers along the inside of your thigh. His callouses catch on your silky stockings and you hear him hum in approval when you reach the past where your garter belt holds them up and your soft, bare flesh is exposed to his touch. There is no stopping you now, and when you guide his fingers to the sopping fabric between your legs, you watch as his lips part in what can only be described as a reverent, aroused awe.

“Ohhhh,” is about all he’s able to get out, and your body yields to him, legs falling open of their own accord as a sigh tumbles from your lips. You dip his fingers under the band that separates you and press him into the slick, and that’s all it takes for the boy to snap to attention.

In a fast, fluid motion, his lips capture yours, and he reverses your positions so you are lying back on the bed. As his mouth explores above, his fingers mirror below, caressing through your slick folds before circling your clit. It only takes him a moment of experimentation to find what makes you quake and roll in his hand—he’s obviously skilled in the art of a woman’s body, you’ll give him that.

You moan into his mouth when he pushes two long fingers up into your wet heat. Your pussy clenches around him, tight and needy, reminding you it’s been neglected for far too long. Pumping wickedly slow, he uses his tongue in your mouth to mimic what he’s doing to your clit with his thumb. God, you want him to devour you whole, you think as your nails dig into the bare flesh of his back and he curves his fingers inside you just so.

“Elvis!” you gasp and that cheeky lip of his curls up into that famous smirk. It turns your stomach gooey and molten, and your cunt squeezes demandingly around his fingers.

Kissing down your neck, his descent is thwarted by your dress. You whine when his fingers leave you and he pulls you to sit up. In one fell swoop, he deftly unzips your dress and yanks it up over your head, discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. Hungrily, his eyes rake over your form, and the scrutiny would usually have you a tad self-conscious, but he’s on you so fast, nipping at your skin, that you couldn’t care less what you look like.

The boy is proving quite proficient in removing undergarments, unclasping your bra with such skill that you barely realize it’s off before it joins your dress in a heap on the floor. You can’t think about much of anything with how his lips pepper your breasts with kisses, and when he attaches softly to your nipple, suckling there, the zinging sensation shoots straight through you and into your aching pussy.

You want him everywhere, your soft sighs of, “yes, yes, yes” urging him on. Running his hands up your legs, he slowly pops each clasp that holds up your stockings, his thumbs massaging maddening circles on the sensitive inner flesh of your upper thighs. Shivers ripple through you when he starts rolling the silky fabric off each leg, kissing each new inch of skin he exposes as he goes.

“Look at these pretty yittle sooties,” he coos as he takes off your heels and stockings, his hands massaging your sore arches. Your body, already on high alert, nearly levitates off the bed at the delectable it-hurts-so-good feeling. His lips press into your ankles, slowly trailing their way back up to your sex.

Oh, he’s good. You didn’t expect this, though perhaps you should have. The closer he gets to the ruined gusset of your panties, the faster your chest swells. It’s been a long time since any one has been down there like this, and you almost stop him, but the feel of his mussed damp hair tickling your thighs has you in quite a state. You suppose turnabout is fair play when he lightly and quickly presses his tongue into your core over the fabric, teasing what you hope is to come.

He switches gears and makes surprisingly quick work of your garter belt. His eyes flash in the darkness as he takes your panties in his teeth, dragging them with a playful growl down your legs. Completely exposed for him, he yanks you to the edge of the bed and pushes gently on your knees, spreading you open with a delight you didn’t know was possible.

“All that for me, mama?” he asks quietly, running the tip of his finger through your dripping arousal before putting it in his mouth and licking it clean. It’s so wonderfully dirty, making your cunt throb for attention.

“Yes,” you breathe, nodding furiously. When he licks his lips, you think you might die from waiting, but then he’s on you, his tongue lathing wide and flat from your ass to your clit.

You don’t recognize the sounds coming out of your mouth, the sensation of his wet softness exploring your most intimate areas being so overwhelming that it is hard to focus. He kisses and swirls around your puffy little nub, and your fingers fly into his dark hair, clasping the wet strands. When he hums against you in response, the vibrations have you gasping.

He continues his work, his tongue pointedly lapping through your swollen folds to your entrance. You think you might be dreaming when he begins fucking you with his tongue, and the tightness in your belly clinches when he flicks his finger over your clit rapidly.

“Oh, god,” you groan, hips undulating against his face, needing more of him. You had set out to ruin this man tonight and now he is undoing you piece by piece instead. He is a responsive and intuitive lover, you realize, as he replaces his tongue with his much longer fingers, pressing up into your body with precision.

Gaping, you push up on your elbows as he pulls back, and you catch the stunning sight of his pretty face slick with your arousal, looking at your cunt with determined reverence. He finds that spongey spot up inside you and takes that moment to fix his mouth to your sensitive bud and your eyes roll back in your head as you arch off the mattress to be closer to the heaven he’s bringing you to.

Fire spreads from your belly into the rest of your body, and you feel your climax closing in on you rapidly, despite part of you wanting this to last forever. When you realize he’s moaning against you and rutting against the bed, it sends a whole new set of fireworks through your nerves.

He’s getting off on this, you think. My pleasure his getting him off.

And there’s nothing sexier than that.

Adding another finger, he fucks you faster, harder, all the while massaging your clit intentionally with his tongue. He is a man on a mission now, and the searing wave of heat crests inside of you. All it takes is the guttural moan he lets go against you and you break apart.

Your fingers dig into his scalp and you thrust into his face as you come. It hits you hard and you cry out as he fucks you through it, catapulting you from your sensitive body to somewhere in the stratosphere.

Your eyelids flutter as you float back down to earth. The feel of his tongue licking up your release has you shuddering against him.

“Oh. Oh,” is all you can seem to manage, and you stare up at the ceiling wondering what good deed you did in your life to deserve this.

You feel Elvis slide his body up yours to lay beside you. He kisses up your neck until he reaches your lips, and you taste the tang of yourself on him. It shouldn’t entice you, but it does. Lying there, his naked body pressed against your side, you feel the hot heaviness of his erection hard against your hip.

“Best poster I ever made,” you breathe out, your filter completely gone after your mind-blowing orgasm.

Elvis chuckles in your hair. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman’s age, young man?” you tease, poking into his side.

“Hey now! I jus’ wanna make sure I don’t hurt ya. Don’t wanna send you to the home quite yet,” he smirks, then bites your shoulder.

“Oh, one of us is going to the home alright, and it’s not me,” you retort, pushing him over and flipping on top of him. “I’ll show you.”

He grunts as you straddle his hips. “Yes, ma’am, you’d better show me,” he says coyly.

“Good boy.” You grind down on him.

Being in your 30s has never been so sweet.

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blackberry-s0da · 1 year

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Very quick little thing cuz I haven’t uploaded shit in ages.

I’ve been very busy, I passed all my finals but then there was holidays and my birthday so rly not much time to post stuff here. I’ll try to be posting more regularly if possible now that I’m past all that.

I also wanted to say thank you to you guys. My economical situation isn’t the best but through commissions I have been able to sustain me and my family in moments of crisis, and thanks to that money I managed to buy a notebook for uni and a tablet to keep drawing.

I hope you’re having a good start on this new year 💛

#art #oc #my characters #my art #Rudra #artists on tumblr

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kosmicdream · 11 months

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Well, Chapter 6 of Nasty red Dogs is finally complete. This chapter took about a year to make and it was one of the hardest chapters to make. A lot of factors played into this, but probably the hardest one was my day job making the whole process much slower. This meant that there was a lot more time for me to sit and think, sometimes this was a benefit, but in general I am a massive over-thinker, so that dragged down a lot of my enjoyment of the process as I kept over analyzing all my choices.

But, it wasn’t just chapter 6 that was tough. For a while, i have been struggling with Nasty Red Dogs. This isn’t a surprise, its something i face with every long-term project and it makes sense that I would hit that moment at some point. NRD is 5 years old now and while its getting closer to being complete, we still have a few more chapters to go. My process for it is much slower, so a single chapter can end up taking a long time. Still, this past chapter was both the longest in length for a NRD chapter and also took the longest to make, so it was a very tedious process.

I have dont a lot more writing and rewriting than I normally would do, and while I don’t consider myself much of a perfectionist, it was really starting to creep back in my mind in a way I haven’t experienced in years, but more so targeting my writing than anything. I also got very critical over my drawings, but I have felt that way outside of NRD too. I am still very proud of the end result of this chapter, but I don’t think im out of the storm yet. It took years for me to refind my footing with FFAK and Eggshells, but I eventually got there and both projects, and I, got stronger for it. I expect that to happen here too, its just pretty draining and difficult. Regardless of the struggle, I am glad that it’s bringing deep feelings like that out of me because I feel like that’s the whole point of trying to make something that takes so many years to finish, cuz it really creates a situation where you are having to challenge your own personal demons on a mundane, daily level and sorting through those feelings. I don’t really know if the story is going to end up “good” or even how i want it to, but I know I’ve changed from it as an artist, and that already makes it invaluable to my journey to make great stories, which has always been my deepest dream to do on this planet.

That being said, I need a break from NRD to rebuild my stamina again. As I said, we’re nearing the end of the story.. But not quite there. I do expect there to be at least 3 more chapters, but considering how I originally planned for Chapter 5 & Chapter 6 to be a single chapter, that could change. It is still all written though, and has been, but pacing the scenes often changes as I’m actually “on the set” and “directing” the moments. While NRD is on hiatus, I will be returning to FFAK, which I have been pretty desperate to return to as I’ve been looking forward to ARC2 for literally years. I also know ARC2 of FFAK is tremendously long, possibly 4x longer in length than all of NRD (my expected length of ARC2 is around 4k or 5k pages).. So Of course, i get anxious when I’m not drawing it for too long. As I mentioned before, I already kinda got through a really huge block with FFAK that took years to address & heal from and I’m very happy to say that I’m in a great place with the project again, in a way that i haven’t felt in years (even if it still feels very different and new.) So returning to it makes me tremendously happy, which I will need to be in high spirits to feel like I can tackle the next NRD chapter. Anyway, I just wanted to share some of my thoughts on this past chapter and as always- thanks for reading my comics. Every day, Its the first thing i check are comments on them and it is always the last thing i do before sleeping. They are always on my mind, but also so are the readers, and I want to deliver my story to those who are willing to listen to them. -kosmic

#nasty red dogs #feast for a king #BTW not all the pages for NRD are up on the main site yet #but they will be pretty soon #the rest of the chapter is just on my patreon for now #thanks for reading anyway

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kortsitron · 2 years

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Let It Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: depression, agnst, this shit kinda dark, mental illness, anxiety, overthinking, mention of suicide with mentioning it, hurt/comfort

Summary: Reader is in a dark place and after being scared and tired of their own thoughts, they need to talk about it with someone.

Also now _____ is the new version of (Y/N), tell me if you like that version more

Author’s Note: Please if you're not feeling good, reach out for help! Talk about your problems with someone you trust! It will be better! Remember that if you're not feeling comfortable reading this, don't do it, don't make yourself do things that you don't wanna do. Also this is kinda a vent cuz I need to let emotions out, so yeah :P

Also keep in my mind that I haven’t been writing for a while, so this might be shit and out of character

It's been getting worse lately and it scared you. Your mental health has been a mess for as long as you can remember, but now it was worse than ever. Your thoughts were so loud, and throughout your day you knew will be the same as every other night. Crying in your bed, horrified and just wanting it all to stop. You just wanted to be safe from it all.

You've been laying in your bed, feeling tears come to your eyes while your phone called in the middle of the night. It was Bucky. You haven't heard from him for a week, because he was on a mission. You were stunned and if you weren't sure if you wanted to answer. You didn't want James to hear that you've been in a dark place lately, however you decided to answer and at least try distracting yourself from these awful thoughts. “Hello?” You murmured, scared your voice might break if you said it louder.

“Hi _____! I didn't wake you up, did I?” He greeted you with a cheerful tone, you could tell he was happy to be back. “Oh, no you didn't. I wasn't asleep, I was actually kinda bored.” You faked a laugh, hoping it would sound real and he won't suspect a thing. “How was the mission?”

“It's been pretty tough, but luckily I didn't get hurt too much. I have bruises here and there, but no serious injuries, so nothing to worry about.”

“That's good.” You replied, thinking how to get the conversation going, you had no idea what to say.

“I was thinking, since I'm back, maybe you wanna go grab a dinner with me tomorrow. We then could go for a walk or go to my apartment and watch a movie. What do you think?” Your heart melted a bit, and you couldn't help but smile.

“I would love to do that, James.” You whispered, feeling your cheeks getting hot. You could tell that he was happy to hear that answer and he started talking about what plans he had for the near future like helping Steve with assembling a new closet that he ordered or finally reading a book that he bought some time ago. You were cheery to listen to him. You weren't talking a lot during that conversation, you just were answering with short sentences and "mhm" sounds. It made James think that you were tired. “You know ______, I don't want you to be tired for tomorrow so I think I'll be going, okay?”

That sentence made you distressed, you didn't want this call to end. You knew if it ended, thoughts would harass you again. “Please don't hang up!” You sobbed, it was almost automatic. It was a cry for help. You could tell that you caught Bucky off guard and there was silence which felt like forever. Without a second thought you continued. “Please Bucky, I don't wanna be alone.” Your voice broke and tears went down your face. Bucky heard soft crying and he felt his heart slowly break.

“Is everything alright?” Was all he could think about at the time, even though he knew what answer he was going to get.

“No. I'm.. I'm so scared.” You were shaking, it was your thoughts so loud again. “Don't leave me alone with my thoughts, please. They're so horrifying, it's too much.”

“I've got you, _____. Let it out. I'm here for you.” That made you cry even harder and let out all the terrifying things that have been on your mind for a while. James was just listening, trying to imagine what has been going on lately. And it made him wonder if there was something he could do to help you or if there were any signs he didn't notice at the time.

You finally felt relieved and not like there was no way to help fight you. You felt a bit of hope, after all these days in the dark of your own mind. You felt yourself zooming out, after so much crying. “_____?” James called, bringing you back. “Yes?”

“Thank you for telling me. I really appreciate that you trust me so much. I'll do anything to help you, we'll get through this together. Is there anything I can do for you at the moment?”

“Please come over, I don't wanna sleep alone tonight.” Your voice was a bit weak from the crying, it was so quiet that James could barely hear you.

“Of course. Do you want me to stay on the phone till I get to your apartment?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I need to put on a jacket and shoes, and I'm basically ready to go. I should be at your place in around 10 minutes.” James without thinking was telling you everything he was doing, to keep you at peace, before finally arriving at your place and ending a call. When you opened the door and he saw your red face and puffy eyes, he couldn't help himself and gave you a hug. A hug that you wanted to feel for so long. It made you sob again. The feeling of safety James brought with him. You truly felt like you weren't alone and you weren't going to lose that battle.

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral reader #agnst #hurt/comfort

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racerchix21 · 3 months

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I’m Not Jealous

Relationship: Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz

Summary: Buck isn’t jealous of Tommy. He’s not jealous of how close Tommy and Eddie have gotten since the cruise ship happened. It’s not like he’s got any claim over Eddie anyway.

Not like he’s been Eddie’s best friend for years or anything….

Eddie seems to have a new bestie and Buck’s pouting about it. Cue some good old fashioned big sister meddling.

Note: This story is also posted on AO3! My user is the same over there too!

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Buck isn’t jealous of Tommy. He’s not jealous of how close Tommy and Eddie have gotten since the cruise ship happened. It’s not like he’s got any claim over Eddie anyway.

Not like he’s been Eddie’s best friend for years or anything. Not like he knows what Eddie’s blood feels like splattering across his face. Not like he knows what it feels like to look in terrified brown eyes in the middle of a panic attack. Not like Buck has first hand knowledge on what an Eddie Diaz hug feels like after a rough call. It’s definitely not like Buck’s got legal guardianship of Eddie’s kid if something happens or anything.

HE’S NOT JEALOUS no matter what Maddie says watching him slam down his 3rd empty bottle of beer on her dining room table. It’s just that he’s the one Eddie’s supposed to want to hang out with on Saturdays. He’s the one that Eddie is supposed to go play basketball with.

He knows he’s spiraling when he looks at his sister and sees nothing but heartbreak and concern for him. “Mads, I thought we were starting to become something. I thought I was his best friend and now he’s got Tommy to be his best friend. What if he doesn’t like me anymore but he doesn’t know how to tell me so he’s slowly trying to distance himself? I need him Maddie. Him and Christopher are my family and I can’t lose them.”

“Ev, I know that it sucks right now but I promise you Eddie doesn’t hate you. I don’t think anyone could hate you little brother now give me that bottle and let’s go watch a movie with Jee,” Maddie says easily taking Bucks drink away from him. “When the movies over I’ll call you a ride to come get you, okay?”

“K, thanks Mads. Can I just crash here cuz I don’t wanna let anyone see me like this,” Buck asks following along behind like a duckling. “‘M sorry if I bothered you with my problems.”

“Buck you know you’re welcome here anytime. Besides I love that you wanna hang out with your big sister. Now why don’t you watch Moana with Jee and I’ll go make sure the guest room is all made up so you can crash in there later,” she says pushing Buck onto the couch before helping her daughter get comfortable on her Uncle Buck’s lap.

Cuddling Jee-Yun close Buck knows he isn’t gonna last very long into Moana before he passes out. Alcohol makes him sleepy on a good day and today nor the last couple weeks definitely haven’t been good if he’s being honest. He just hopes his niece lets him sleep and he doesn’t wake up to doodles on his cheeks like the last time he’d fallen asleep holding her.

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Seeing Buck beginning to dose off, Maddie walks down the hall and ducks into her bedroom to call her baby brothers man. She knows that Eddie isn’t technically Bucks boyfriend but she’d watched the two idiots dance around each other long enough to know that feelings were mutual.

She doesn’t know exactly what she’s gonna say when Eddie answers his phone but it won’t necessarily matter if it means that Buck is finally in a good healthy relationship with someone who cares about him.

“Eddie, it’s Maddie. I need you to come pick Buck up at mine,” she says as soon as Eddie picks up the phone.

“Maddie, what do you mean Bucks at yours and needs a ride? Is he hurt? WHO THE HELL HURT HIM,” Eddie growls out questioning exactly why Buck would need a ride home and he hadn’t called himself. If he worst case scenarios it while he’s gathering his stuff up and leaving Tommy’s garage without so much as a goodbye that’s his business and nobody else’s.

“No one hurt him, Diaz at least not physically. Emotionally is another story just get here soon, okay?”

“I’ll be there soon, but Maddie what exactly do you mean he’s emotionally hurt? If this is just Buck getting his feelings hurt by a woman I’ll go pick up a 6 pack and then be there to get him.”

“He’s sad and I need you to come make it better. You are the only person who can make him happy outside of Jee and Christopher. I think he’s struggling but he’s too afraid to reach out to anyone because we all have our own lives. I’m guessing because he hasn’t said much to me since he got here and he’s pretty tipsy too.”

“I’ll be there soon and I’ll fix it. Just keep an eye on him and I’ll do the rest because I’m the one who screwed up.”

****

When he wakes up to the final credits rolling, he finds himself staring at Eddie. He blinks a couple times before rubbing his eyes because there’s no way that his best friend (ex best friend?) is sitting on his sisters coffee table. He only accepts that it’s who he thinks it is when he hears a familiar laugh and feels someone touch his arm.

He’d recognize those calloused hands anywhere and that deep, rich laugh. “Eds, what are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with Kinard today like you have been the last 3 weeks,” Buck says sounding sad. “It’s not like you care anyway since you’ve got Tommy to be your best friend and you don’t need me anymore. Just let me keep seeing Chris, okay?”

“Evan, you’re sad and drunk and hurt because of me so tell me where else would I be? I like Tommy a lot but he’s not you. He might be good for a laugh or two but that’s it. He doesn’t laugh at half the stuff you and I do. He doesn’t get me like you do. He’s a nice guy but he’s not the one I wanna watch movies with or drink with after a shift. He doesn’t make my kid feel like he’s a superhero like you did and do every single day. Tommy isn’t the one I’m in love with. That’s you, Evan Buckley.”

“You love me? Like a white picket fence love me,” Buck asks leaning forward to take Eddie’s hand and smiles at his man, “Cuz I love you too. But how did you know where I was?”

“Maddie,” they say at the same time laughing.

“Of course I love you Buck. Now why don’t we go say goodbye to Maddie, Jee-Yun and Chimney because I don’t really want our first kiss to be while you’re holding our niece in your sisters living room. We can go home and see what our player of a son is getting into.”

“Home sounds perfect Eddie. Let’s go but can we get to the kissing part in the car,” he whines at Eddie. He’s only waited years to get to kiss Edmundo Diaz and he doesn’t particularly wanna wait any longer than he has to.

“Yeah, Ev now come on. The quicker we say goodbye, the sooner we can make out like horny teenagers.”

#pining Evan Buckley #Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz #Maddie is the best big sister in the world #Season 7 spec #911 abc #pining Eddie Diaz #7x04 speculation #Evan Buckley #maddie buckley #Eddie Diaz

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anon-blu · 2 years

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Raindrops C6 (Donnie x GN! reader)

A/N: Hey ya’ll! Sorry this took so long, after an eventful week about a competition, christmas party, having two nosebleeds and two painful morning leg cramps and lose sleep and having to sleep early I have FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 6. Please do enjoy my fic, if you don’t like it, I would very much appreciate constructive critism (not hate comments pls I haven’t experienced that but still be respectful of other authors too). Now without further ado your fluffy chapter awaits. (forgot to add this, i have madz respect for ya’ll smart authors cuz the information that i use to donnie is only solely based off the internet, so if there is misinformation pls let me know)

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Chapter 6: Drunk

Song to play with: Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift and Night Trouble by Petit Biscuit

You shifted around and felt something holding your hand. You slowly opened your eyes to find someone beside you. It was… Donnie, your eyes widened and you sat up quickly but not enough to wake him up. You looked around then looked at him, you were internally screaming.

You tried to recall what happened last night, then you remembered something.

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It was a beautiful night, all the stars were out and there were clear skies, cars passed by and the soft breeze touched your delicate skin. You were only wearing your oversized lilac sweater yet you still felt cold from that night. You were walking down the street on your way to a bar where your friend had invited you to join.

Next thing you knew, you were already at the bar, you see some of your friends were chugging down bottles of beer and cheering. It was quite loud at the place and you were only sitting beside your best friend. You were then urged to drink as well, you decided not to be a killjoy so you chugged down 3 bottles of alcohol.

You slammed down the beer mug on the table with a satisfying ‘ah!~’ that left your lips. “3 bottles! BeAt ThAT jewErmY!” You provoked your friend. Time went by quickly after that and you all parted ways. You were swaying slightly a bit, side to side, saying your goodbyes to your friends before giving them tight hugs after.

You went the opposite direction from them and started walking by yourself to your home.

You swayed here and there, you were wandering around, happily humming to yourself. You suddenly tripped, you were falling, you closed your eyes but you didn’t reached the concrete floor. You opened your eyes slowly only to see someone familiar holding you by your arms.

“D-Donnie!~” you cooed.

He was staring at your eyes and you stared back. You grinned and stood up properly, swaying a bit to the side. He was wearing a hoodie, and his usual bandanna as always, you noticed that his mask was gone. You tilted your head to the side, in confusion, he tilted his head as well, feeling slightly confused on what you were doing right now.

You were staring at him, squinting your eyes, you noticed that his skin was green and he had no nose, you just realized that he had drawn eyebrows on his bandanna and you were too distracted to notice it before. “Frog?” You blurted out.

He looked at you for a moment, before chuckling right after. “I’m not a frog, Y/N.” He said with a smile and let go of his hands around you. “Ohhhh!~” You said as you smiled at him back. “What are you then?” You asked, he didn’t reply to that, his smile faded as you asked that.

“H-How about we get you to your humble abode first!” He said quickly, trying to change the subject. You nodded like a child in response, you walked past him, swaying slightly. He followed behind you, keeping watch of you and making sure to help you if ever you were to trip again.

He cleared his throat and spoke to you. “Have you been drinking?” as if it wasn’t that obvious already.

You hiccuped a bit and replied. “Yep! My friend took me to a friends gathering! And I drank 3 bottles!” You turned to him and pointed three fingers at him while smiling. “Geez, you shouldn’t drink too much.” He said as he walked a bit closer to you.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You pouted at him.

He looked at you then laughed at your antics. “Well, if you drink too much, then you won’t be able to get home by yourself.”

“Then I will drink too much so we can spend more time together!” You smiled at him.

He stopped talking, you noticed a dark hue forming on his face, he put his hand over to his face, trying to cover his slight grin.

“W-Well! Then I’ll scold you many times if you keep doing that.”

“No fair~” You pouted once again.

"C-come now, lets get you home now." He said straightening up his position and clearing his throat.

"Okaaaayy." You sighed like a child before turning your back to him, walking with him. You kept walking for a bit, swaying to the side, you almost tripped over but he caught you once again.

He sighed and held your arms together. "God, this is just gonna be one time, they'll forget it soon eventually. After all the human brain's function with alcohol interferes with the brain's communication pathways which will completely make you forget." He said as he tapped your arms and letting go before turning around and crouching down.

"Please uhm, Y/N, would you mind if I.. hoist you up against my back?" He asked without looking at you.

"Piggyback rides! I love it!!" You exclaimed as you got onto him fairly quickly. You wrapped your arms around him and let your legs dangle. He pulls your back and legs up as he stood, balancing you on his back.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, snuggling comfortably. "This is… nice.." You said as you were starting doze off a bit.

He went silent before speaking up.

"Yes, yes it is.."

"Sooo… are you a frog?" You asked again.

He snorted a bit. "I'm not a frog, Y/N, I'm… something else."

"I've seen weirder shit, Donnie, have you even seen that human transforming into a pig on live tv?!" You said as you put your arms up. He got off balance but mangaed to get you properly snuggled on his back.

"Don't move too much or we'll both fall." He scolded you.

"Pffbh, fine.." You grumbled as you wrapped your arms on him tightly, yawning slightly.

"You know.. I'm not supposed to tell you this.. but.. I'm actually.. a.." You didn't hear the last part as you slowly drifted to sleep.

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You started panicking inside, knowing that he isn't human at all. You took a deep breath and looked in his direction. You let out a soft sigh as you watched him sleep soundly.

He was lying his head on the bed, one arm wrapped around his head and his hand intertwined with yours. You can't help but blush a bit, knowing that you were holding his hand. You rubbed his hand slightly with your thumb, you smiled slightly before looking back to him, only to find him staring at you with a dark hue on his face. You hadn’t noticed that he had woken up already, you stared at him back, not knowing what to say.

Your face turned red immediately as soon as you realized you were still holding his hand, you quickly let go and covered your blushing face with your blanket. He didn’t say anything at all but after a few minutes you felt something touch your head, then came with a gentle pat.

“I-I’ll see you around then..” He whispered as he opened the door and going out.

You stayed in your position for a couple of minutes, thinking what just happened.

#rottmnt x gn reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt donnie #x reader #x gn reader #donatello x reader #gn reader

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Frozen: The Night Before

You cannot wait to start your new job. You get to be the new athletic trainer for Asgard Hockey team and tonight you’re celebrating. You were also really excited to be living in the same city as your favorite cousin, Cat. She and her football star boyfriend, the incredibly sexy and crazy about her Steve Rogers are letting you stay with them until you can find a place. It was also her idea for you to go out with some of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen the day before your job starts. The Avengers cheerleaders that Cat hangs out with are honestly so fucking cool and nice that you’ve completely forgotten that they’re basically celebrities here.

“Are you having fun?” Cat asks from her seat next to you, smartly she’d planned a dinner not a night at a club for your first night in town.

“I am. Your friends are amazing.”

“I’m super lucky that’s for sure, also Yelena is looking for a roommate if you’re interested.”

“Wait really?“

“Yea! You wanna go look at it sometime this week? I’m not trying to get rid of you but I know that having your own space is nice.”

“If I had Steve Rogers madly in love with me I wouldn’t want company either. Don’t worry.” You can’t help but tease her and Cat punches you in the arm.

“Shut up Moxie.” She says with a laugh.

“I’d love to check out her place though, she’s the blonde at the end with the high ponytail right?”

“Yea, her bark is probably worse than her bite.”

“Probably?”

“I’ve never been on her bad side.”

“Of course you haven’t.” You nudge her with an arm and she laughs again. Cat has always been the nicest of your cousins, it’s probably because you’re so close in age and some of the only girls on this side of your family. You’ve always loved spending time with Cat and you like her now as much as you did when you were kids.

The rest of the night is a blast and when you go to pay the bill the waitress tells you,

“The hot blond over there took care of it.” When you look at where she’s pointing you’re surprised to see Thor Odinson, Captain and Center of Asgard looking over at your table with a small smile.

“Oh, that was so nice!”

“I would’ve had a better bottle of wine had I known.” Natasha mutters to you.

“I should go say thank you.” Cat says putting her napkin on the table.

“You know Thor?” You ask in surprise.

“Not super well but he and Steve are friends.”

“Of course they are.” You say with a laugh and she grabs your arm,

“Come on. Come meet him, it looks like he’s with Loki too.” You follow along behind her as she makes her way to the bar.

“Thor! It’s great to see you. Thank you so much for paying for dinner.”

“You’re welcome, you didn’t need to come thank me. Steve did it for, uh, Sif once.” He blanches when he says her name. They’ve been going through a rather dramatic divorce after he caught Sif with another woman.

“I’m so sorry.” Cat says resting a hand on his arm.

“We’re celebrating.” Loki says, “he’s finally rid of the bitch.”

“Loki.” Thor sighs but you can’t help the small snort that slips out.

“Sorry.” You say covering your mouth with one had.

“Oh, I’m being rude. This is my cousin Moxie.” Cat says with a little smirk.

“Your family has such interesting nicknames.” Loki says and you have a feeling you’re going to get along well with him.

“Yes, cuz Thor and Loki are such normal names.” You sass back and Loki laughs.

“Touché.” Loki says with an approving nod and Thor gives you a soft smile.

“We’ll leave you to your celebrating, I just wanted to come say thank you.” Cat says looping her arm through yours.

“It was nothing. Say hi to Steve for us.” Thor says and you and Cat head back to your table.

You don’t stay much longer and when you and Cat get into Steve’s car at the end of the night she glances over at you and throws her head back in laughter.

“What?”

“Thor.”

“What about Thor?” The actual hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

“What about him? Bitch. He was drooling over you!”

“What? He hardly even looked at me? Are you drunk? Should I be driving?”

“He couldn’t stop looking at you!”

“He just got divorced!”

“They’ve been separated for over two years already.”

“What?“

“He tried to make it work but couldn’t get past the cheating.” This is new and heartbreaking information.

“Just because you started dating one of the hottest athletes on the planet doesn’t mean that’s going to happen for me.”

“It doesn’t mean it’s not.” She points out and you roll your eyes. “Besides, I know you found him attractive.”

“It’s not going to happen Cat.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, it wouldn’t be fair to you.” She laughs and you grin over at her.

“I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to get to hang out with you more.” Cat says and you nod in agreement.

You’re ready for a new adventure and this one might just be the best one yet.

🏒🏒🏒

This is a series of one shots. If you have any suggestions or ideas for Thor and Moxie please let me know.

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ DON'T BE SORRY FOR LEAVING AND GROWING OLD || ch. 2

ᯇ summary ! ✦ Jack Kelly finally gets out of New York and makes something of himself. Though, he's never been good at goodbyes and David won't answer his letters. || read full thing on ao3 now WRITTEN FOR THE NEWSIES FIC EXCHANGE ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing & angst 777 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

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Jack had finally made a life for himself. He no longer wondered where his next meal would come from or if he might spend the next week in the refuge instead of the lodging. It wasn’t like he was famous, but he was known enough.

Santa Fe wasn’t as small as he had hoped, but still smaller than New York. In his mind, he had pictured a town where everyone knew him, and neighbors would bring him eggs and invite him over for Thanksgiving.

It had taken a while, but everyone did know him. However, it wasn’t due to the shortage of population, but due to his impeccable art that was sold at coffee shops and diner’s all-around town. He had aneighbor that brought him eggs, but she only did so in hopes that the boy would fall in love with her and draw her.

Which he did… draw her. He never could fall in love with her. She was missing something, something he had yet to find anywhere but New York. But he married her anyway, because he didn’t know what else to do and he was horrified of being alone.

That’s when his career kicked off. Darla, his wife, came from a well-off family who had many connections in the art business. It was sheer luck that her father’s best friend happened to be a curator, who had chosen the art that was displayed in many popular museums.

When he got paid for the first time, the bubble of guilt that had popped long ago began to fester again. He knew what he had sacrificed to get to that point, the friendships he had lost and the family he had left behind. That’s when he wrote his first letter.

Dear David,

It’s been a while since I left, and I guess I’m kinda hoping you’ve gotten over the whole leaving ya behind thing. Which I guess ain’t fair of me to ask.

I’m glad you were mad at me. You let me get away with too much, Dave. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did, I should have said goodbye, and I should’ve brought you’se with me. So, I’m sorry.

You probably don’t care, but I’m doing pretty good out here. People really like my art. I just got my first check, it’s weird to see dollars and not cents. Sorry, I feel like I’m bragging. I’m not trying to. It’s just…

Well, I dunno really. You always told me I could be something more and I guess this is me thanking you, because you’re right. I wouldn’t be here without you. And I don’t want you to blame yourself for me leaving, cuz I would’a done it anyway.

I’ve been thinking about coming out and visiting. But I’m sure no-one wants to see me ever again.

I want you to know that I felt guilty, I still feel guilty. I don’t know why I didn’t want to say goodbye, but. Anyway. I’m sorry for everything, Dave.

Sincerely & forever yours,

Cowboy.

It wasn’t too long after that that his art began to change. Colorful landscapes of Santa Fe that took deep breaths of fresh air turned into dark Manhattan sky lines with smog that leaked out of the edges. Portraits of Darla began to showcase curly hair, freckles, and light blue eyes. Images of Darla’s younger cousins swinging over the lake turned into young, raggedy-clothed boys hugging each other tightly during a storm.

“Jack…” His wife started. She approached him carefully, softly. “Honey, I think you might be missing New York.”

Jack hummed, barely acknowledged the statement. “Why do you say that, dear?”

“Your last five paintings were supposed to be of me,” she said. “Not that they had to be. But you said they were.” She looked in a mirror that hung above their dresser. “I don’t know if you haven’t taken a good look at me recently. But I have long, straight black hair and brown eyes. My skin is pale, and I don’t even have freckles during the summer.” She paused too long for Jack’s comfort, then turned and waited until he looked up at her. “And I’m not a boy, Jack.”

Immediately, tears began to well in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Darla smiled and wiped the stray tears off his cheek. She kissed his nose and pressed their foreheads together. “I’ve known for a long time, Jack. I just want you to be happy.”

“I really do love you.” Jack said quietly.

“I know you do.” She intertwined their hands and ran her free hand through his hair. “But you’re in love with him.”

#to be completely honest #i havent read this thing at all since i've written it #so idk if its good or not but #here LOL #javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #newsies fic exchange #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // fics ❥#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // leaving & growing old ❥

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 2 years

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Reason ~ ch. 17

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackerman

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

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Monty walked out of his room in the barracks. He hadn’t been able to get any sleep last night. All he could think about was what division Imada had chosen.

They’d all find out today.

Suddenly he felt something at his feet. He looked down to see an envelope.

A letter?

He bent down and picked it up. His name was written on it in neat cursive.

Monty Loroya

He knew that handwriting. It was Devon’s. Just as his brows furrowed he was suddenly shouldered aside.

He glanced over to see his roommate, Rob, raise his hands.

“Sorry,” he grumbled–he obviously wasn’t a morning person. “You were in the way.”

Rob walked off in the direction of the dining hall.

Monty stepped back into their room and hastily opened the letter.

Hey Mon Mon,

It’s Devon–in case you couldn’t already tell by my handwriting. I know this is out of the blue but by the time you see this I won’t be at the barracks anymore. I plan on sneaking onto the last supply carriage out of town.

Things have changed. Thanks to Captain Levi it looks like I’m not permitted to be a Scout. I don’t know what his deal is but yesterday when I was called to Shadis’s office he informed me that Captain Levi rescinded my application to the Scout Regiment. Which is something he can do (apparently) cuz Commander Erwin sent him here to recruit cadets. I tried to talk to Levi after to change his mind but it was useless. Instead…I probably made things worse.

Anyway, Chief Shadis said that the Garrison and Military Police divisions are still open for me to choose from. But I refuse. You know I’d rather die than be an MP and I’m not interested in being a part of the Garrison either. I’ve decided to leave.

I know you're probably thinking-Devon what's wrong with you? How is leaving the solution you came up with? And to be honest-for both questions-I don’t know.

I don’t know what to do with myself and I feel like shit about this whole situation. I honestly can’t believe this happened to me. I was so close to getting what I wanted only to have it snatched out of my hands at the last second…That would be my luck wouldn’t it.

I haven’t figured out where I’m going yet. I just know I have to leave. I don’t feel like myself anymore and I can feel myself slipping back into that dark hole that I was in before I came to the training corps and met you guys.

But-don’t worry-I’m going to try my hardest to do something with myself if I can. Not sure where to start but I promise I’ll try my hardest.

I know I should’ve waited till the morning and talked to you guys about this but I’m honestly too embarrassed to face you all. I don’t even think I could say any of this out loud if I wanted to so please try not to be too mad at me. I’m so sorry it had to be like this. Tell Imada and Keith I’m sorry too. Tell Imada I love her–even if she exposed the fuck outta me(she’ll know what I’m talking about)-and please convince Keith not to hate me Haha. Feel free to show them this letter–at this point I don’t care what happens. I just need you all to live long, happy, healthy lives.

I wish I could be there to know what divisions you and Imada chose. Eitherway, I wish you all the best. You all better kick ass at whatever division you pursue. That means NO being lazy (which I know isn’t an issue for you but for Keith, he needs a little push here and there).

Damn, I miss you guys already. I just need you all to know how grateful I am for each and every one of you. I would dream of having friends before and you guys made that dream real for me.

Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for. Please don’t worry about me.

All the best,

Devon

Monty stared at the paper in disbelief. He turned the paper over.

Ha, I knew you’d turn the paper over MonMon. I just wanna let you know that I took down Imada’s hair on purpose yesterday so you can SEE the beauty you're missing out on!!!!! Ugh, I know you don’t wanna tell her how you feel but if you guys end up being in the same division then you have to. OKAY? Okay. No excuses. You got this.

Monty flipped the paper over back to the front. His eyes grew wide as he read it over again and again.

“There is no way…”

“No way what?”

He spun around to see Imada in the doorway. She looked perfect as always. Her black hair in a neat plait at the nape of her neck. A gentle smile adorning her lips.

When she saw the look on Monty’s face her smile fell.

“What is it?” she asked with concern.

He handed her the letter.

The door to his office burst open.

“Does no one know how to knock anymore?” Levi muttered, the annoyance clear in his tone.

He immediately stood when he saw Imada looking the most disheveled he’d ever seen her. Her face was flushed as if she’d just been running.

“What happened?”

She placed the letter in his hands hastily.

“She’s gone.” she spit out, “She doesn’t have anywhere to go–”

He held up a hand as he sped read the letter. He flipped it over and read the back as well. Imada’s brows furrowed–she hadn’t realized there was a back.

“Tch.” He handed her the letter. Imada took it from his hands and read the back. She blushed furiously.

He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, “When does the last supply carriage depart?”

She blinked-drawing herself out of her daze, “A little after midnight.”

“Where does it head to?”

“I’m not sure,” She watched him slip a few things into his pockets, “You're going after her?”

“What else.” His deep voice rumbled. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

For some reason, she thought it would have to take more convincing.

“Why did you do that? Even after what I told you about her?”

His head turned sharply to look at her dead-on, “Because of what you told me. You think that little story made me want to watch her sign up for her death? She deserves to live.”

“So you decide to take away her dream.”

“I’m not letting her die at the expense of an old woman’s delusional dream.” He gritted out.

“You're not gonna let her die at your expense either.”

He paused on his way to the door. He turned to look at her.

“If that were the case,” His gray eyes regarded her calculatively, “Would you judge me?”

She looked down, her eyes instinctively going towards the letter in her hands. She skimmed over the sentences written on the back once more.

“A little.” she murmured. “But I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Why not.”

“Because I don’t think you can help it.”

He looked away. She didn’t see the way his eyes darkened or the way he closed his eyes afterwards to picture her and breathe.

I can’t help it.

He opened his eyes.

“I need her to live.” Then he left without a second glance.

Devon ran into the alley, clutching her shoulder as she panted—completely out of breath.

She made a sharp turn into a smaller pathway. It reeked of trash. Garbage was littered everywhere.

She kept her back to the wall and peeked her head out to see if her pursuers were still after her. She pulled back and then waited a moment before peeking again.

Once she realized her pursuers were gone for good she sighed in relief. She slid down the wall and sat with her legs outstretched. She tilted her head back and hissed in pain when her shoulder grazed the wall.

She felt like she was back in the Underground again. Jobless. Displaced. Alone.

No one wanted her to work for them. People immediately dismissed her once they realized she was homeless. It didn’t help that she was starting to reek of trash since she hadn’t showered.

Even finding a safe place to sleep was hard. Random people would find her and scare her off—like what’d just happened now, for instance.

But then again, sleeping in someone’s shed probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

It was safer than the streets though.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her head throbbed. She hadn’t eaten for three days and it was starting to catch up to her. She mentally started to devise a plan of stealing from the nearest market.

She’d scouted it out earlier today. It was rather large. That would’ve made it easier for her if there wasn’t a garrison officer stationed at every corner. It seemed robberies were commonplace in this town.

“Fuck.” she groaned. Just thinking about the energy required to attempt to steal food made her exhausted.

With her eyes closed and her head against the wall, the lull of sleep pulled at her. She craved the beds at the barracks with a violent intensity. The other cadets might’ve found the beds too stiff but-to her-they were heaven.

In the midst of her nap the faint sound of ODM gear could be heard. She wanted to laugh.

Am I really missing the training corps that much?

Her brows furrowed when she realized the sound was coming closer. She opened her eyes and jolted upright when a shadow passed over her.

She looked up and saw nothing but a clear blue sky beyond the buildings.

“Over here.”

She whipped her head around to see Levi standing beside her. He wore a long sleeve gray shirt with black pants. He was equipped in ODM gear.

Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t seen him since their argument in his office. Even though that argument had been merely days ago, it had felt like eons to her.

She’d had plenty of time to replay that argument in her head. Anger simmered through her at the sight of him.

“Come here to gloat?”

His expression darkened, “If you think I want to see you like this then you don’t know jack shit.”

She used the wall to hoist herself up, “Yeah, clearly I don’t know anything cuz I didn’t know the Scouts found me unfit.”

She walked past him down the alleyway.

He followed her.

“Do you plan on wasting your days in trashy alleyways forever then?”

Humiliation coursed through her.

She stopped and turned to look at him with wide eyes, “Does it look like I have another choice?”

His next words were the last thing she expected to hear.

“Come with me.”

She squinted—unsure if she heard correctly. The gentleness of his words also threw her off, “Why would I do that?”

“Because…you have no better option.”

She stared at him. He sounded awfully a lot like the creepy men she’d come across in the Underground. The men that would find her on the streets and try to lure her into coming with them. As a kid, she’d been gullible–she wasn’t gullible now.

She was suddenly consumed by the inane urge to run.

So she did.

She didn’t think; she just sprinted as fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the ground as she turned sharply—running further into the alleyway.

She breathed raggedly as she made another hasty turn. She didn’t dare turn around, even if her raging heartbeat wanted her to. She didn’t want to waste a second to possibly get distracted.

She was suddenly slammed into the wall.

Levi stood before her, arms flat against the wall. Caging her in.

“Stop running from me.” He hissed.

His chest heaved in and out—completely out of breath. His pale face directly before hers made it hard to properly breathe. The tip of his nose whispered along her nose bridge as he inhaled.

She was panting as she turned her face away. His black hair grazed her temple, the sensation momentarily distracting her from her throbbing shoulder. It had hit the wall pretty hard.

“You need medical attention. Food. A home. I can provide that for you.”

She stared into his cold eyes, “Why should I trust you? The only reason I’m here is because you betrayed me.” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t betray you.” he said mutedly.

For some reason, she couldn’t catch her breath. That run had taken a lot out of her.

“Yes,” she rasped, “Yes, you did.”

“Devon?”

She didn’t notice that she had slid down the wall. He crouched before her.

Her head was starting to feel heavy.

His hand held her face upright, “What’s going on?”

“Lightheaded...” she whispered, while blinking slowly.

Her stomach rumbled. She wanted to laugh but she knew it would take too much energy. Even sitting took too much energy.

The last thing she heard was a quietly said curse before her vision went black.

She woke up to the smell of eggs.

She looked around to find herself in a bedroom. It was impeccably neat. There wasn’t much within the room other than a bed and dresser.

She stood up and looked down at herself to see that she was still in the same clothes as before but the right sleeve of her shirt was ripped off and her shoulder wound was covered in fresh bandages.

She slowly walked out of the bedroom to see a small living room. Just like the bedroom, it was sparsely decorated and neat.

“You’re up.”

She turned her head to see Levi standing opposite of the living room in the kitchen. His back was to her until he turned around with a plate of scrambled eggs.

She was mildly distracted by the sight of him in casual wear. He was wearing a black t-shirt and matching pants. A hint of his lean biceps peeked through his shirt-sleeves. The outline of the veins running along his arms could be seen even at the distance she stood.

He set the plate down onto the table.

“Eat.”

She took a step towards it. Her mouth watered at the sight. “D-did you make that for yourself?” she hesitated.

“I can make some more.”

She didn’t waste any time and sat down. She grabbed the fork and dug in. She could moan at how good it tasted.

She paused when he set down a glass of water.

She looked up at him, “Where am I?”

“Morlis.”

She remembered hearing a little about that town. It was a town between Ehrmich and Stohess within Wall Rose.

She looked down at her food, “And…this place?”

“It’s my apartment.”

Her eyes widened, “You can afford this?”

He sat down in the seat across her, “Contrary to popular belief, Scouts do get paid. That's if you live long enough to get your paycheck.” he said, drearily.

His fingers tapped the table, “I also had some extra money from my Underground days.”

Her brows drew together, “You're from the Underground?”

He nodded.

“No way.” She blinked in shock. She then realized how little she actually knew about the man before her.

She wanted to barrage him with questions but she swallowed them back instead. She wasn’t sure if it would be proper to ask.

He leaned back in his seat, staring at something on the floor as he spoke, “You can stay here.”

She almost choked on a piece of egg. “What?”

“I barely use this place so it’s yours to use. But I still have a couple ground rules.”

She stared in astonishment–still processing his words.

He continued, “One, this place must always be clean. Two, do not enter the room beside the bathroom. Three… don’t ask me about Scout stuff.”

She swallowed. Her mind was racing.

He tilted his head, “Any questions?”

“What’s in the room beside the bathroom?” she blurted.

“It’s not really a room–more like a closet. There’s nothing for you in there. Your room has everything you need.”

“My room?”

“The room you woke up in.”

“Then where are you gonna sleep?”

“The Scout Headquarters are not far from here. It’s walking distance. I’ll be there most of the time so you won’t see me often.” He answered flatly.

“I’ll be gone for long periods of time whenever there’s expeditions so you’ll have the place to yourself. I still expect you to keep it clean when I’m not around.”

He continued, “I can give you money for food an-”

She stood up, “N-no, that’s not necessary. I will find a job. I have to…pay you back somehow. T-Then I’ll move out-”

“That won’t be necessary. I don’t need anything from you.”

“I can’t just accept this.”

He leaned forward in his seat, “You can, and you will.”

He looked away as he muttered, “Consider it my apology.”

She was quiet for a moment. Still absorbing all the information that had just been thrown at her.

He’s offering me his home? His bed? His money? Why?

“You expect me to just…live here?”

“You can find a job, a hobby, I don’t care. Just know any money you make is yours so don’t try to pay me back.”

“But Captain Levi-”

“Levi,” he corrected, “Just Levi.”

She was rendered speechless at that. His gray eyes didn’t budge from hers.

“Don’t answer the door for anyone and don’t invite people over. I don’t need anyone else knowing you're here when I’m not.”

“All of this…as your apology?” she whispered.

She saw his jaw clench, “I don’t expect you to forgive me but this should keep you safe for now.”

She shook her head, lost, “Cap-I mean, Levi, I-I don’t know how to thank you for all this. This is all much more…than I would ask for.”

“Don’t thank me,” he answered bitterly, “You’re only in this position because of me.”

A flash of remorse coursed through her as she remembered saying those words to him earlier.

“Wouldn’t just…allowing me to be a Scout been an easier option? I don’t understand…sharing your home-your room with me-I-“

It all felt so personal she couldn’t quite compute it.

“Maybe,” his voice was completely indifferent, “But that would’ve been a little hard to do after I condemned you to Erwin.”

“What?” her voice was barely above a whisper, “Commander Erwin? He knows I exist?”

“Tch,” The annoyance was clear in his tone, “He’s the one who sent me to the training corps to see you since Shadis wanted you to get formally recruited.”

He added, “He ended up letting me stay there because he wanted me to formally recruit others.”

Her eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of her body.

All that and he still saw me unfit to be a Scout?

“Did you?”

He raised a brow.

“Did you end up recruiting others?” she asked, a bit hesitant.

“No.”

Somehow that wasn’t surprising to her.

“You…condemned me to Commanded Erwin?” she asked in disbelief.

His hand on the table clenched into a fist.

“Yes, I-“ he cut himself off sharply before swallowing.

Is he…nervous?

“Look,” his monotone voice returned, “If you still end up wanting to be a goddamn Scout, I’ll try talk to Erwin. But I’ll need time to come up with a shitty excuse so don’t wait on it.”

She was silent for a moment, “You’d…do that?”

His gray eyes met hers and something in her tightened.

She couldn’t look away.

Something in his silver eyes felt like they carried the weight of the world but also…nothing at all. The longer she stared the more unreadable they became.

Her hands turned clammy and her heartbeat thumped erratically in her ears. Everytime he looked at her for too long she noticed her body could never handle it. It felt like someone was waving a lit match in her face-and yet-she still wanted to touch the flame.

She felt her face heat up.

Something in his eyes changed—she couldn’t pin it down but suddenly it became very hard to breathe.

The fork in her hand slipped through her fingers and hit the floor with a loud clang. She was pulled out of her trance.

“S-sorry.” she mumbled before bending down to pick up the fork off the floor.

She stood up and placed the fork in the sink. She glanced down to see that her hands were shaking slightly.

What is wrong with you?

“There’s more forks in the drawer to your left.”

She quickly clasped her hands together and headed towards where he directed.

She retrieved a fork and turned around to see him glancing down at his pocket watch.

He glanced up at her, “One more rule.”

“Yes?”

“My tea must always be stocked.”

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