#xo Cheshire

[sonder-paradise]

Hii, may I request some headcanons for SAGAU reader? (if not SAGAU you can still do normal AU) where reader is just a big tease and loves seeing people a blushing mess with Tighnari, Ayato (if not him Xiao) and Gorou.

Hope it's not too specific, remember that you can still turn it down if you feel uncomfortable writing this :D

𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. tighnari, ayato, xiao, gorou, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, suggestive, lmao i love teasing men

◊ a/n. can't do sagau!reader very well so it's just normal <3

— 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

“not right now,” he repeats, eyeing you carefully. you flash him a smile and watch the red seep into his cheeks. still, your ever persisting hands are looped around his tail and ears, bristling through each and every fur. tighnari shudders when you continue to toy with his ears.

“you sure, ‘nari?” you murmur, lips grazing against the fluff of his ear, “you seem like you’re enjoying it.” sliding your hand down, you cusp his face; in comparison to your chilled hands, his cheeks are warm. “hm? you’re not denying it,” you laugh.

you’re tempted to continue your teasing but the pleading gaze in his pretty eyes has you rethinking. his tail flicks and nestles in your lap once more. “shut up and continue then.”

— 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

“what’s wrong, commissioner? cat got your tongue?” ayato’s eyes dart across the courtyard, unable to meet yours in any way. the previous compliment you had given him had fallen from your lips a little too easily. “no, of course not,” he mumbles.

“not a fan of compliments?” you push, grinning like a cheshire cat. as he takes a step back, a gloved hand covers his lips. “well, it’s not that but—“ he stops himself upon reaching the trunk of the sakura tree.

he swallows as you lean forward, reaching up to brush the little pink petals that dot his blue hair. he can’t handle the shiver the runs down his spine when you speak. “then, what’s the problem, ayato?”

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

“s-shut it.” the words tumble out of the adepti’s mouth and his hand covers your mouth whilst he turns away. his ears tint red and you grin at the innocent response. “but i’m just trying to admire you, xiao.”

“you’re strong, handsome, courageous.” he shivers at the way your hands glide around his waist, up his chest, and rest on his shoulders. xiao watches you carefully when your arm pins him against the wall.

he turns away, but finds your other hand guiding his chin back to face you. “with such pretty eyes too, don’t you think?” his face blooms into shades of red and pink. you’re too much for the poor man and he certainly makes that clear when he flashes a look of both annoyance and eagerness at you.

— 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮

“i… should really be getting back.” the sweet general stops his words the moment your fingers graze his fluffy ears. his tail wags wildly and his eyes seem absolutely starstruck.

he shakes his head to try and pull himself out of his trance. but he melts upon seeing your smile. his cheeks burn. “gorou, i feel like i haven’t seen you all day though,” you frown. your thumb gently rubs the inside of his ear and his tail thuds against your thigh.

“i…” he swallows, trying to recompose himself, “i saw you this morning.” “but it wasn’t enough,” you sigh. you indulge in the pleading gaze in his eyes as well as the wonderful clarity that he in fact craved more of your alluring touches. who is he to say no to your demands?

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[emwritesfootball]

Love to Hate You | Joe Gomez

Hiya - Would love a good old 'enemies to lovers' please if poss? One where you play for Everton women and hate everything to do with Liverpool..until you find yourself alone on a private jet with Joe Gomez as you're both flown to a photo-shoot for new England kit. Your mutual loathing is temporarily paused for some kinky in-flight entertainment as you induct him into the mile high club (with maybe a lil bit of spanking thrown in!)🤭🥵x

A/N: sooo, this turned out longer than expected. 1.6K of mile high sexy-times. Hope whoever requested this back in the day is still around. Enjoy xo

Warnings: teasing, loathing-to-lovers, spanking, blowjob, vaginal sex w/o a condom

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It was no secret how you felt about Liverpool. As a diehard Everton fan from birth who was now playing for Everton Women, it was only natural that you hated your rival team with a burning passion.

“Did you see Leah’s message?” Is the first thing your Everton and fellow Lionesses teammate Jess Park asks when you pick up her phone call.

“No, not yet.” You put the call on speaker as you swipe through all your message notifications until you get to the Lionesses group chat and see the unread messages.

Leah Williamson: Hey, ladies! Rumour has it our new kit is dropping next week and we’re to report to Wembley for a photoshoot on Friday

You scroll down through the replies from all our teammates, smiling at all of their predictable responses and adding one of your own.

“Apparently, it’s a shoot with the men, too, so you’ll have to try to hold back your disgust for the Liverpool players for one full day.”

You rolled your eyes but you knew Jess was right. “I’ll try my best but I’m not responsible if one of them starts something and I just happen to finish it.”

***

The week passed quicker than expected and you found yourself arriving at the airport for the flight the FA had chartered for you and some of the other players.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” crooned a familiar voice, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up as you turned to face Joe Gomez. “My favourite Everton player.”

“Gomez,” you seethed, giving him a glaring once-over. “I’d say it was lovely to see you again, but we both know that’s not true. Please tell me there are others joining us.”

Joe shook his head. “None from my end. Hendo’s been in London for the past few days and Trent managed to get himself out of this somehow. I don’t know about the Everton men, but with Dom out injured, he’s definitely not getting called up.”

“My teammate Jess should be here soon, and I know Liverpool women didn’t get any call-ups.” On cue, your phone pinged with an incoming message from Jess.

Jess: Sorry, woke up sick and can’t make it. Have fun and say hi to the girls for me!

You let out a sigh. “Well, there goes my friend. She’s sick, so it looks like it’s just going to be us.”

Joe made a sweeping gesture with his hand towards the stairs leading up to the chartered jet. “After you, m’lady.”

You decided not to argue with him as you boarded the plane, making sure to pick a seat farthest away from where he could possibly think to sit. Joe had other plans, though, taking the seat right across the aisle from you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he did so. 

The flight attendant came round, handing each of you a glass of water and letting you both know that the flight would be a little under an hour and that the plane would be taking off shortly.

“So,” Joe began after taking a sip of his water and setting it down on the table, “anything exciting happen recently?”

“Like you care,” you snorted, pulling out your phone to send one last message to Jess.

You: Feel better! Wish you were here to save me from Joe Gomez - promise to bail me out of prison if I kill him?

Jess: Promise xx

“You’re right, I don’t. Just figured I’d make some idle chit-chat since we’re going to be stuck here for the next hour.” He paused, his gaze raking over your body to take you in. “You look good.”

You knew that was true, the extra hours of training you’d put into in order to make sure you got the call up to the Lionesses looking very good on your body, but you weren’t in the most flattering of clothes at the moment.

“Thanks.” You glanced over at him, trying to return the compliment. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Joe let out a laugh. “Just how much willpower did it take you to say that so sincerely?”

A smile tugged at your lips but you didn’t want to let it show. “Not as much as you would think, Gomez.”

“Please. Call me Joe.”

You pretended to ponder his request for a moment. “I’d rather not. Calling you by your first name implies that I feel something more for you other than contempt.”

He leaned into your personal space, a smirk on his lips that made you glance down at them for a brief moment. “I’m sure I can make you feel so much more than contempt if you’d let me.” Your name was a breathy sigh on his lips as he reached over and cupped your cheek, trailing his fingers down your face until he reached your neck.

“And why,” you swallowed hard, knowing he could probably feel your racing pulse under his fingertips, “would I do that?”

“You’re so tense and this photoshoot is supposed to be fun. Besides, I don’t kiss and tell. What we do - or don’t do - on this flight won’t ever be revealed to anyone.”

Your gaze searched his, briefly dipping down to his lips again. They were right there - so full and kissable, and you’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about it since he’d brought up the proposition minutes ago. “Promise?” You sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as Joe’s eyes tracked the movement and his pupils dilated.

“Promise.” 

Ten minutes later, the plane had taken off and Joe had led you to the sofa part of the seating area. He sat down and spread his legs, motioning for you to stand in-between them. “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming up to wrap around your wrist. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to punish you.”

“P-Punish me?” You hated that you stuttered at his words, but your racing heartbeat gave you away. “Why?”

“Why? For all the times you’ve been an absolute menace to me and I’ve let you get away with it, that’s why.” Joe looked up at you and smirked. “I’ve got at least twenty instances in the last year alone.”

Twenty. You knew you could be a dick - especially when it came to Joe and the other Liverpool players - but you didn’t think it had been that many.

You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize what was happening until Joe had yanked your wrist so that you went tumbling over his lap. He pinned you down and took your hands in one of his, the other rubbing circles over your ass. “Don’t squirm,” he ordered, landing one warning spank to your ass. “I plan to keep your joggers on, but if you’re going to be difficult, I have no problem taking them down along with your panties.”

Your stomach dipped in a mix of anticipation and adrenaline. “You really get off on this kind of thing, huh, Gomez?”

Your chuckle was interrupted with another smack to your ass and you let out a yelp. “No more than you are, love.” Another smack. “And you know to call me Joe.”

“Go to hell, Gomez.”

He rained down more slaps to your ass until you lost count. “Ready to be a good girl?”

You let out a groan. “Fuck you…Joe.”

“That’s a start.” He tugged down your joggers, letting out an appreciative whistle as he spied the panties you’d put on that day. His thumb ran over the soaked fabric and stopped at your clit, causing you to involuntarily moan as he pressed on the sensitive area. 

“Done yet, Joe?”

“For now,” he hummed, releasing you and you stood back up, “but don’t think I won’t hesitate to put you back over my knee if you need it.”

You maintained eye contact with him as you sank to your knees, reaching for the waistband of his Liverpool-emblazoned joggers to free his cock. The sound he made had you feeling powerful as you worked your way up to slowly taking him in your mouth until you were gagging on his length. 

Joe grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding you as you worked him over with your mouth and hands. It was one of the dirtiest, sloppiest blowjobs you’d ever given, spurred on by his moans of pleasure.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Joe groaned, pulling you off his cock before you could make him cum. “I wanna see you cum all over my cock.”

Both of you rid yourselves of the rest of your clothes before you straddled him, your ass still stinging from your earlier punishment. Joe made sure to grab hold of your ass, adding pain to the pleasure he was about to elicit from you.

“Fuck, Joe,” you sank down on his cock, loving the way his girth stretched your walls and his length filled you up. 

Your name was on his lips as you rode him and you buried your face in the crook of his neck as you came. 

“That was…”Joe trailed off, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah.”

“Feeling looser, princess?”

You let out a laugh as you climbed off of him, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you began to put your clothes on. “Something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’re in a few photos together.”

You ignored the flutter in your stomach at his words, knowing that if a picture like that was used for the adverts, you’d forever have a reminder of today. 

[yxkanna]

“Do you *want* me to punish you?” (from his husband xo)

brat mode activated // @fairytaletold

IT CERTAINLY DOES look that way, doesn't it? He's situated himself on Vasile's lap, head nestled contentedly on his shoulder, breath warm against his neck. Strong arms are wrapped around him as the long-suffering dhampir tries reading the Romanian novel Nick picked up for him on the way home from work yesterday. No no, it's fine, ignore me, Nick had said when he'd first crawled into Vasile's lap, and then he'd made it impossible to ignore him.

NOSE GHOSTS UP his neck, and teeth catch on the earring in poor Vasile's ear for the fifth time since he's first started tormenting him recently. Again there's that reflexive flinch - and then a fist is in his hair, pulling his head back, and Vasile's asking his strained question, and Nick's grinning like the goddamn Cheshire cat.

"NO," HE SAYS, like a liar, "of course not. What gives you that impression?"

[curiositydooropened]

WIP Wednesday - Teaser - One Step Back (A Working Through It sequel)

Synopsis: After your coworker, Eddie Munson, melted your cold little heart, you continue to process through emotions of love and loss.

A/N: Again with the angst. This one is definitely more upbeat than Working Through It, but I'm going to be honest and it gets a bit darker. But Eddie's there to help you through it, promise! xo

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“She loves me.” Eddie Munson worked up to a loud sneeze, black clothes coated in grey fur, which went airborne, gust flying from his mouth. Muffins, previously perched on his lap, stood and stretched, unimpressed by the gusto of his sneeze, and leapt from him to round a corner and disappear. 

“Uh huh.” You stirred the remnants of your ice cream into a milkshake concoction at the bottom of your bowl. “Need a Benadryl?” 

“I’m fine if I don’t touch my face,” he explained, rubbing his eyes. Fucking A. He let out another chair-rattling sneeze. Muffins mewled in protest somewhere in the darkness, and Eddie flashed you a Cheshire grin, eyes red-rimmed and nose runny. “See? She loves me.” 

“We tolerate you,” you explained, holding out your bowl and unwanted concoction for him to finish. 

He leaned across the small space to take your bowl, and frowned when the contents disappointed him. “No more cherry?” He stirred at the milkshake and spooned some into his mouth, seemingly satisfied enough with the results to finish what remained. 

“There hasn’t been a cherry for a long time,” you chuckled at your own inappropriate joke and relished in the way Eddie’s big, brown eyes widened back at you. He nearly sputtered his ice cream back into the bowl. You stood from your chair with a smirk and flicked on the lights to your kitchen, flooding your apartment in florescent light. 

Eddie followed, cramping your space with all of him, broad shoulders, lumbered movement, the cedar of his shampoo. He dumped his bowl in the sink and began to rinse it. That, you were thankful for. You made to pull down two glasses for water, and he obliged to fill them, waiting for you to be half-a-gulp in before he asked, “Who have you slept with?” Fucker.

The two of you had been enjoying this dance for weeks now: flirtatious bickering, innuendo over spilled bleach, intimate moments of little truths. He’d ask a question, and you’d share and flip it back on him, learning little tidbits about one another at a pace that felt healthy, exciting even. 

You hoisted yourself onto the countertop, barely enough room for your ass beside the microwave, and your heels banged against the cabinets below, eliciting another grumpy meow from the depth of the apartment. “Like… names?” 

“Sure,” Eddie shrugged, sidling himself beside you like it didn’t electrocute you to feel his weight against your thigh.

You did this a lot too, you noticed, talked about your past. Eddie Munson had eased you into memories you thought you’d rather forget. You found yourself giving up a story about your brother the other day, without even a tremble in your voice. You thought past that now, past your brother and that 4th of July, to a time when you were far too young to comprehend what you were doing. You tapped your fingernails to the glass in your hands. 

“Well, first was Tad Matthews,” you winced at the memory, drunken kisses and muttered ‘I love you’s, somewhere in the depth of Tommy Hagan’s house during a party. Your tits hadn’t even amassed to full-sized yet. Tad’s hadn’t either. “Then Sam Bailey,” a rendezvous at Lovers Lake, a summer fling, again a drunken night at a party, the back of a beater pick-up. “Then Billy Hargrove,” graduation night, stretched across the leather of his Camaro, he smelled like chlorine under all that cologne.

Eddie whistled, and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t exactly proud of your list, but at least you’d thought you and Tad were in love. You were, sort of, as in love as kids could be. 

“And when you say Tad was your first, you mean…” Eddie rolled his hands over one another for you elaborate. 

“We had sex, Munson,” you challenged him with your gaze, leaning your arm against him. You smell his breath, chocolate and vanilla as it warmed your face. 

“Anyone else? Or just those three?” He smiled sweetly back, but his eyes lingered on your lips, down the front of your tank top.

Heat licked up your chest, anxiety rattling in your sternum, and you took another strong gulp of water, staring straight ahead at the clock of your oven. It was just past two AM. Eddie should have been home hours ago. You wondered how much more information to give him, wondered how far he’d push the cat-and-mouse before leaving you with that toothy grin and a soft smooch to your cheek. If you played, he played. Wasn’t that the deal? And you were burning to know his answers to the same questions. Curiosity did kill the cat. You wondered how the mouse fared.

“Well, unless you count the time Tommy Hagan tried to shove his meaty little fingers into me spring break junior year.” You spewed, a full shudder wracking through you at the memory. God, those were dark times. He was all tongue and freckles. You had wanted to jump Steve Harrington’s bones at that party, the latter boy having just broken up with Nancy Wheeler, but Carol was out of town and Tommy’s bottle rolled to you instead of Tina.

You chugged the remainder of your water and glanced at Eddie for some reprieve from the horrid memory and nearly choked when you saw him scrutinizing his own fingers, hand held flat in front of him to decide whether or not his were meaty or little. And Jesus Christ, they weren’t. They were fucking perfect. You leapt from the counter and set your glass carefully in the sink beside his. “What about you?” 

Eddie blinked back at you, soft smile playing on the corners of his pink lips. “What?” 

“Who have you slept with?” The words fell from your mouth softer than you wanted, and you glided an inch closer to him. 

His eyes were big, beautiful saucers, like a little lost puppy, and he shrugged and pulled your hand into his. “I’ve been actually… saving myself for you…” 

You thought you might throw up. Your entire stomach dropped out of your ass, and you stared back at him. You didn’t realize your mouth had fallen open until Eddie reached a finger up to your chin to close it. You swallowed sheepishly until you heard the snicker fall from his lips.

“Gotcha.” He booped your nose. 

“Fucking A, Munson.” You clutched at your chest with one hand and shoved his shoulder with the other. 

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This is just a teaser, fic to come later, but feel free to come talk to me about it! If you want to read more from me (including Working Through It), my masterlist is in my bio! xo

[amaraeshepard]

Normandy Launch Party - Part Three

Earth, Canada, Vancouver Alliance Military Command 2183 AD

The fourth or was it fifth shot was where the alcohol stopped burning when she swallowed it. Normally she would have taken her time with her drinks, but when it was Anderson joining her shot for shot, she couldn’t say no. He, like her, hated the pomp of these events. At times she hated the fact she could play the political game at all, but it was a useful tool when negotiating. Her grandmother had made sure to explain that politics was an art and a skill just as important as the ones she learned in the Alliance.

A word can be just as deadly as a bullet when wielded with purpose.

Amara’s thoughts were pulled back to Anderson as he spoke and poured what would be their sixth shot.

“Have you met any of the crew?”

Amara shook her head and eyed the shot glass for a moment. “Not yet, though I would like to not have to carry you to the Normandy after this.”

“Hmmm…You have a point. I never could keep up with you.” he turned to two figures behind him and motioned for them to join in. “Well, here are two now. We can all have a shot before we call it quits.”

Amara smirked, the faint trace of a dimple forming for a moment as she watched the men turn, both with semi-shocked expressions on their faces. The man on the right was frailer, thinner, but held a fire in his eyes that dared anyone to confront him with that truth. She had a feeling they would get along fine. She knew that fire well.

The second man was tall, well built though not a giant of a man. He was toned as a soldier would be with thick dark, near black hair and rich honey brown eyes-

Kaidan?

“Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau, Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko, this is Commander Amara Shepard, XO of the Normandy and your CO.” He reached for the two new shot glasses that the bartender had slipped in front of him and filled each. Andersons intent was for all four of them to join in.

“It’s Joker, Sir…Ma’am.” the smaller man said as he raised his arm to salute.

Amara pulled her eyes from Kaidan for a moment and called upon that political training her grandmother had insisted on and offered Joker a smile. “No need to salute, Joker. We are not on the ship yet.” Her smile was warm, and so was she suddenly.

Joker returned a small smile, but Amara already shifted her gaze back to her childhood friend. He had changed so much but was still the same. Years had passed since they last spoke, but here he was and this time they were working together. Assigned to the same ship, same crew and She was His superior officer.

“Been a while.” Kaidan said finally, taking charge of the moment.

His eyes had not left her, she realized, as she met their molten color with her own golden gaze. There was so much to say between them, but at that moment she had nothing to say. The last time they had spoken, she was in a hospital bed, broken and mourning the deaths of her team on Akuze. He was shipped out on his next assignment later that day.

That was the last time she felt whole. After that she was Shepard, the Hero of Akuze…the survivor.

“You look good, Lieutenant.” she replied, her voice holding together for the moment, thankfully.

Kaidan nodded once and took the shot that Anderson offered him, and prepared. Drinking with not one but two CO’s as well as knowing one of them for as long as he could remember. The Normandy did promise adventure, this was not in any way what he expected. “You too, Commander. How long has it been?”

Amara’s smile faded for a moment. “A few years.” With a nod she turned to Joker, noting he was watching them both with a curious grin that was far too close to a Cheshire grin to not know what he was thinking. “Our families are close. When we visited earth I am sad to say Lieutenant Alenko had to suffer my curiosity. Earth was the first world I ever walked on, and I would torment him until he would show me around.”

Kaidan’s expression softened. “That was a long time ago, Commander.”

“True.”

A moment later the four of them toasted to the Normandy and themselves, drinking the contents of their glasses and smiling wide. Anderson excused himself a few minutes later, claiming that he had a few things to take care of before they set off. The three of them seemed to relax, but Amara felt like a cat clawing at the walls. They were still three, and still at a party full of prying eyes and whispering gossip mongers. Though Amara was not a political animal she was watched. Any of her grandmother’s rivals would use her if they could. So she had to behave, or try to. Hard to do when all you wanted to do was relax.

After an hour, the party seemed to quiet down, various attendees taking shuttles back to hotels or transports. Soon the marble tiled patio would be empty. Amara found herself finally alone, watching the sunset over the ocean’s horizon. It was the colors that she enjoyed the most. The soothing transition of reds and golds that shifted subtly to the darker deeper hues of purples and blue. Soon her favorite stars would twinkle above and call her space born heart to take her own shuttle and explore them.

She was so lost in the view that she didn’t hear it when Kaidan approached her. She only knew he was there when the smell of his cologne was carried to her by a stray breeze. He said nothing as he stood at her side, watching the same colors as she did, the same ones he had introduced her to when they were both kids.

The moment of silence stretched before them until like a rubber band it was pulled too far and snapped. Kaidan was the first one to speak. As always, he had to get it out before he exploded with assumptions. It was something Amara knew well about him, even when it drove her insane.

“So Shepard, huh?”

Amara nodded, “I took dad’s name back when I enlisted. If I was going to follow in his footsteps…Nana was less than enthused. She still believes the name is cursed.” A dry smile curved the corner of her lips, but she refused to look away from the horizon.

“Mar…after Akuze-”

Amara sighed, “You had a posting. I was in a hospital bed on meds I can’t even pronounce. You had to go. I- I wasn’t myself anyway.”

Kaidan lifted a hand, reaching for hers but instead placed it on the railing in front of him. “How…I mean, how are you? Really. Mar to Kay…off the record…whatever.”

Shifting herself to lean against the railing, Amara took a deep breath and exhaled. “I didn’t know you were part of the crew. Anderson didn’t tell me. I wasn’t expecting it, Kay.” She suddenly felt like she did as a teenager when she had accidentally heard Kaidan trying to reach his girlfriend after BAaT was shut down. She felt awkward, out of place. Even after all these years, he was her weakness.

And now they were on the same ship.

“It is a surprise to say the least.” he chuckled, finishing off the contents of the flute in his hand.

Kaidan smiled that smile that used to make her heart stop as a kid and she was suddenly fourteen years old standing outside his bedroom door, listening to him plead with the girl who broke his heart. The girl he had broken a part of himself for. The girl she would never be.

“It is definitely that. How have you been otherwise?”

“Mar, what are we doing? Small talk?” Kaidan frowned, hating the awkwardness between them. He couldn’t stand it by the way he shifted his weight from leg to leg. “We’ve never been the small talk types. I’m sorry, Mar, I don’t know what to say right now.”

Closing her eyes, Amara thought of the hospital room. She thought of the look on his face when she ordered him to leave her there broken. She thought of how he looked when he turned and walked out of her life, when only a week before they had been laughing as they sat together on a stump in the orchard.

“We’ve been through a lot together and apart. This is just the newest chapter.” She would have made her grandmother proud with that comment. “We’ll be fine. It’s just nerves.” She stepped back and away from him and the railing. “See you bright and early Alenko. Have a good night.” With those simple words Amara left. She was almost out of earshot when she heard him curse under his breath. The rough sound of his voice in that moment almost summoned her back to his side. Fuck indeed.

The End

That was a little longer than I expected, with some past events that I will have to write up eventually. Poor Shenko, suffering my head canon version of torment and bad timing! I hope you enjoyed it! More writings coming soon! ♥

[abiiors]

I think he lives in London but he’s occasionally back in Mac/Cheshire (without sounding like a freak)

i don't mean to be rude to you anon but i will leave this here as a general psa <3

i don't want to know where they live or even speculate about it. ik saying that "they live in london" is not exactly doxxing them, but i'd still rather not discuss it on the blog at all.

besides all of you are wrong. they all live in my pocket xo

[its-actually-withered]

“The pursuit of knowledge rarely ever keeps one innocent.”

She looked up at him. “Are you disappointed that you aren’t leading an angel to ruin by seducing me then?”

“Not at all. I have a feeling you’ll still corrupt me whether you’ve got a halo or horns.”

“Hmm… I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we, Malfoy?”

—-

The Beautiful Damned. Timeline: Post-Hogwarts. Summary: Living propaganda for the still incompetent Ministry, Hermione is tired of living the legacy set out for her at the war’s conclusion. A ball hosted by a mysterious benefactor changes her course, and sets her on the path to rewriting her legacy, and giving her back what the war took from her.

Warnings: Lemons. Ron bashing.

Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/12364130/1/The-Beautiful-Damned

[pascalslittlebrat]

What Hurts the Most~Epilogue

Rating: T

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: none honestly, this is just full on sweet fluff

A/N: I started this series in March in an attempt to process something very real and something very painful I went through. I went through this series having days where it mentally drained me to get such emotions out. I had days I didn’t even think I’d be able to give these two a happy ending. But here we are and I’m thankful for each sweet comment I’ve received that helped push me on to creating and finishing this off. I cannot deny I shed tears writing this, knowing after this long angsty journey that these two big dummies time has come to an end. I hope it touches y’alls hearts as much as it did mine xo

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There’s a flash, blazing arcs in the sky before the explosion of light and color. There’s a sparkle of gold, red, and orange shimmering down after the pop before dimming, matching the scene projected on the castle in front of them. There’s the oohs and ahs of the crowd as they watch the scene in front of them change with the melody, clapping as more fireworks fill the sky, sometimes in multiple bursts, in flashes, or like a shooting star across the sky. The mixture of light and smoke to give each scene the ambience it needed to make you feel a part of it.

Children gasped, screaming out each character they saw in excitement, and he couldn’t deny it was a bit crowded in front of the castle for his liking but Marcus didn’t mind. Not when he had you in front of him looking like a child that was just handed the best gift on Christmas. Marcus watches as you look on in awe, the flash of each explosion making your sequined Mickey Mouse ears shimmer, reflecting the different colors lighting the sky. 

You’re smiling up at the sky and in Marcus’ eyes shining almost as bright as the fireworks. You seemed to glow under the light and he couldn’t deny he was paying more attention to the beautiful sight of you in front of him than the show going on around you both. This was your favorite part of each visit and he loved the way you always reacted as if it was your first time, just as the children were. You were so at ease here, not afraid to let the childlike love you have for Disney come out when you both visited and he loved to watch it unfold.

Your reactions were as pure and excited as the kids watching the display and it tugged at something in his heart. It made him want to see this on repeat over and over again, these moments where you gave off so much warmth that he wanted to just hold you and soak it in. A memory, a piece of home, he can carry with him everywhere he went. 

As Marcus watches you beam up at him, he couldn’t believe you were his, that he had been deemed worthy to have the love you had given him, to be able to share moments like this. You press your lips against him, smiling brightly as you wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

His heart flutters, you were emitting so much happiness and love as you stared into his eyes that it practically took his breath away. “I love you too sweetheart,” he says against your lips before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

You can’t help but grin against his soft lips, running a hand over scruff, feeling the most content you had in your life. You turn around to face the light show again, pressing your back against his chest, feeling a fluttering in your heart as you feel his hand on your hip, keeping you close. You can’t help but take in the moment, feeling lucky to have someone like Marcus that didn’t mind going to parks like this with you even when you were both in your thirties. 

Marcus smiles to himself, glad you were so focused on the fireworks and music that you hadn’t noticed the way he was starting to shift side to side from his nerves, hand in his pocket fidgeting with the velvet pouch that felt heavier than it truly was. The show would only last so much longer and then the time would come, the moment he had planned. He watches you sing along to the songs, chuckling as you sing off key. It reminded him of the moments you used to be afraid to sing around him, when you both had first become friends, when you’d turn to look out his window during car drives to hum to yourself. He hold back a laugh at the fond memory, feeling his nerves calming some as he thinks of all you both had gone through, how you both were here at this point. A moment he had been waiting for after the year you both had spent truly together.

He takes a deep breath wrapping an arm around your waist, leaning down to lay his head on your shoulder, just a few more minutes. He closes his eyes, smiling as he listens to your voice, he starts swaying you both back and forth, feeling himself visibly relax as he inhales the soft scent of your shampoo and perfume.  Marcus chuckles as the castle turns purple and blue, you starting to belt out “Love is an Open Door”, the music trails off and everyone aws as the castle changes color again, a projection of Simba and Nala coming across it and Marcus immediately knows exactly what song is to come, excitement running through him.

You let out a soft squeak as Marcus turns you around to face him, a lopsided grin on his face that makes your heart race as he looks down at you in admiration. The start of “Can you Feel the Love Tonight” begins to play and you burst into laughter as Marcus reaches up to cup your cheek, “Can you feeeel the love tonighttttt, you needn’t look farrr” he belts out closing his eyes and swaying you both. You join him, not caring as people look at you both sing. He spins you around the crowded area making you giggle.

“Cause you'll be in my heart, yes, you'll be in my heart,” Marcus continues to sing as the song changes. He pulls you back against him, arm around your waist, moving you both side to side. Something about his own off key notes and the extra dramatics he was adding, had you smiling so big you felt like your cheeks would be hurting. It made you feel like a love struck teenager. “From this day on, now and forever more, you'll be in my heart,” you both sing, both of your hands coming up to your mouths like imaginary microphones. 

Marcus can’t help but laugh before bowing to you and giving you one last spin. He pulls you flush against him and your eyes twinkling under the fireworks and he knows that though he should still be feeling his nerves, that he wouldn’t choose any other moment than this. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before turning you back around to face the castle again. He nips at your shoulder and you turn to face him shaking your head as you give him a bemused expression, “What was that?”

“That’s how lions say I love you,” Marcus answers, watching as you turn around and get on your tippy toes.

“I’ll bite you later and show you how much I do too then my lion,” you say into his ear, before pressing a kiss to his neck, giving him a cheshire smile and turning back around. Marcus feels a shiver run down his spine, thinking of just what you both will have to celebrate once the show is over.

He holds you close to him as the show draws to a close. You both continuing your antics of singing along to  each song or at least Marcus trying his best to for every movie he could remember from the movie nights you both would have. His hand slips into his pocket, fidgeting with the pouch as he pulls out the cool, round metal. He feels his heart start to race, the moment coming as he hears Walts voice come over the speakers. And so, our journey comes to an end. But yours continues on. Grab hold of your dreams and make them come true. 

“Sweetheart?” Marcus says over the crowd, making you turn around and smile at him, eyes crinkling.

“Yes Markie?”

He holds up his phone with one hand, the other still hiding in his pocket, “Can you turn around for me to get a picture of you with the castle behind you.”

“Marcussss,” you whine but know you’ll still do it for him, “You already have one from the past few times.”

Marcus presses his finger to your nose in a boop, “Yes and I would love one for this time, please?” He pouts at you and you laugh as he looks at you with pleading eyes. 

You scrunch up your nose as you poke his side, grinning as he tries to swat your hand away, “Fine, only because you asked so nicely.”

You turn around and Marcus feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. For you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go.

Marcus turns to the woman beside him, “Can you video this for me please?” She gasps as he hands her his phone, showing her the ring in his hand. She nods, grinning at him brightly.

Marcus takes a deep breath, getting down on his knee behind you, watching as the diamond sparkles under the lights. Let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your Happily Ever After. 

You hear cheers as the final fireworks get released in the sky, clapping as you watch them burst, the last of the colors cascading down. There are gasps around you and turn around to ask Marcus what was going on. Your hands immediately come up to your mouth as you see Marcus kneeling on the ground behind you, a ring in his hand.

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes as Marcus looks up at you, that beaming smile on his face, brown eyes reflecting nothing but love. He says your name, silence seeming to fall upon everyone watching, waiting to see your reaction. He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.

Marcus feels his nerves coming back as the next words come out, “This is me reaching out for my happily ever after. Ever since you came into my life, I have felt like I have known you for years. You have seen me at my best, at my worst.  You’ve helped me from myself, from others. You’ve helped me become a better man, when I’m around you...I feel like I’m home, like I’ve found my place in this chaotic world. I’ve lived without you and I can’t ever imagine not having you at my side again. Everyday with you feels like magic. When I see you smile, it’s like you’ve hung up the stars in this night sky, you bring so much light to my life. I can’t believe I’ve been deemed worthy enough to have someone as wonderful as you placed in my life. Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

You feel the tears start to stream down your face, knees wobbly as you hear his confession. Your mind takes you back to nine years before when you had told him it was your dream to be proposed to in front of Cinderella’s castle since you were a kid. The tears flowed more freely knowing even after all this time he had remembered. You let out a soft sob, nodding, watching as Marcus’ own eyes start to shine with tears. “Yes?” Marcus asks as if he’s waiting for you to change your mind. 

You smile at him wiping your eyes with your free hand, “Y-Yes….Yes!” You both hear the crowd cheer, Marcus slipping the ring on your finger. He stands up, immediately lifting you in his arms and swinging you around as you laugh, placing both hands on his cheeks as you kiss his lips. The crowd starts clapping around you both, a unison of awws erupting, you pull away grinning at him, “I love you Marcus Miguel, I’ll never forget this.”

Marcus presses his forehead against yours, smiling against your lips, feeling as if it’s just you both in that moment, “I love you too my queen. I can’t wait for forever with you.”

As you stare into his soft eyes, his lips pressing against yours again for a sweet kiss, you feel the immense amount of love between you both, anything left unspoken being shared in the soft yet desperate kiss. The world melts away, just you both in this little moment that was yours and no one else's. As you stand there in his arms, the crowd forgotten, you know just as him, you wouldn’t want to spend forever with anyone else.

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[artificialqueens]

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me, 1/10 (Gottrosenali) - Writworm42

A/N: Hi all!! I saw an infographic a while back of 10 types of orgasms people with vaginas can have, and got inspired to write this! I don't remember where the infographic was from (in my infinite wisdom, I took screenshots of the infographic, but not of the source lmao), but I hope you enjoy this!

PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS AS EDUCATIONAL OR INFORMATIONAL!!!! THIS FIC IS ESSENTIALLY PORN. PORN IS NOT EDUCATIONAL, AND NEITHER IS THIS FIC!!! If you're looking for reliable sex ed info, check out scarleteen, they're a great resource!

Title from Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thank you x10000 Holtz for dealing with my dumb ass while I was writing this and for beta-ing <3

Denali misses Mik when he’s gone; both she and Rosé do. It’s hard not to, when their boyfriend has such a big presence in their lives all the time. Whether he’s starfishing on their bed and hogging all the covers in his sleep, chattering away to fill silence in the apartment, or just making his presence known by ruffling Denali’s hair as he walks by or tracing absent-minded hearts on Rosé’s arm while they’re piled on the couch to watch TV, Mik is a constant, someone who’s always at arm’s reach to enjoy. It’s comforting, something about him that neither Denali nor Rosé would ever want to change.

It’s a strange feeling when he’s away, one that neither of them particularly like. Like something is missing, something they can’t quite feel balanced without. Like the minute he leaves, they’re waiting for him to come back again.

It doesn’t help that Mik has been traveling so much for work lately. Fashion Week season has descended upon the world, and between New York and Paris and Toronto and Milan, Mik has been so busy that he hardly has time to pick up his phone. Add in time zone differences along with Denali and Rosé navigating their own busy schedules, and it might as well be a long distance relationship, one that is barely existent at this point. Denali knows it’s selfish to get upset about it; she still has Rosé, after all, so she can’t imagine how alone Mik must feel. But she can’t help it; the more Mik slips away, the more she wants him back, so bad that it hurts sometimes.

But there’s also a different kind of ache she and Rosé feel when Mik is away, one that may be a little superficial, sure, but is nonetheless one that Denali is particularly bad at leaving unattended. One that once again, she knows must be worse for Mik, seeing as he’s completely alone right now.

At least on the occasions that all three of them are free, it’s a lot easier to scratch that particular itch.

Michelada: guys im so horny

Denali rolls her eyes, shaking her head and laughing a little to herself as she reads her boyfriend’s message. He’s still in the UK right now, and if her math is correct, that means that it’s only around 1 PM where he is. As in, he’s probably still at work. When she says so, though, he seems unperturbed.

Michelada: hasn’t stopped you guys before

Michelada: sooooo

Michelada: sensing a double standard here

Denali hears Rosé cackle from the bathroom, and then her phone pings again.

Rosita: i mean

Rosita: im not opposed to shenanigans, you know that baby ;)

“Don’t encourage him!” Denali calls out, but of course Rosé doesn’t listen; she never does. The next text Denali gets is a picture of Rosé taken in the bathroom mirror, naked as the day she was born with an arm covering her tits.

God.

Michelada: ugh rosie don’t do this to me :((

Rosita: i thought u were horny, baby?

Rosita: gotta make up your mind xo

Another ping, and a second pic of Rosé comes through, this time biting down on one of her fingers through a devilish smirk. Denali shifts a little in her spot on the couch; as much as she doesn’t want to give in, it’s tantalizing, knowing that Rosé is just a word of permission away from being right next to her like that. And the fact that Mik could very well get caught, that they’ll be distracting him enough that he might falter, might give himself away?

Nali: i think it’s time you went on break, angel

She follows it up with a pic of her own, angling it so that both Mik and Rosé will be able to see right down her shirt. She hears a little gasp from the bathroom, and smiles to herself; Rosé is so easy, it’s almost funny. Both she and Mik are.

There’s a pause, and Denali almost wonders if Mik has been caught already, or if he’s changed his mind. She’s about to ask, but then the bathroom door opens, and she looks up to see Rosé coming towards her.

“Rosie…” she starts, but she doesn’t have time to get her full sentence out before there’s another ping.

Michelada: i have fifteen minutes

“Just enough time,” Rosé grins as she comes up behind Denali, drapes her arms over her shoulders and leans in to kiss the shell of her ear and letting out a little laugh when the sensation makes Denali squirm.

A call comes through not even a second later, and they’re greeted by the sight of Mik shut in a bathroom, cheeks already pink and pupils already dilated with lust.

“That was quick,” Denali smirks, but Mik doesn’t respond. One look behind herself, though, and Denali knows why.

“He’s only got fifteen minutes, D,” Rosé winks, clearly enjoying herself as she continues to play with her own tits, trailing her hands over them and palming them while grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Gotta maximize on that time, right?”

Well. She does have a point. And it’s not just Mik who’s mesmerized by the sight in front of him; watching Rosé continue to tease, still grinning cockily, is absolutely tantalizing, and Denali can’t help the sudden urge to touch her girlfriend that runs through her, making her shiver.

“Wanna touch, angel?” Rosé coos, taking her hands off herself long enough to grab Denali’s face, tilt her head up to look her in the eyes. “It’s okay--all you gotta do is say please.”

She swallows hard, mouth going dry as she nods, eyes trailing back down to Rosé’s bare tits. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna… Please, Rosie, please can I touch you?”

“Of course you can.” Rosé purrs, coming around the couch slowly, teasingly, before coming right up to Denali, giving her a soft kiss as she throws a leg over Denali’s lap, easing down to straddle her.

“Hi, baby.”

There’s a whine behind them, one that jerks them out of the bubble Rosé has created, and Denali suddenly remembers Mik’s presence over the phone, that he’s watching everything going on.

“I think our sweet boy feels left out, Rosie.”

The remark is as much a taunt as it is a reminder, and Denali can’t help but peek over her shoulder to see how Mik is holding up. Sure enough, he’s already starting to come undone, cheeks flushed pink and mouth gaping open as he takes in what’s happening before him. His camera obscures what’s going on below his chest, but Denali knows Mik well enough to know from his stiff posture that he’s just waiting for permission to let go completely.

“Is that so?” Rosé turns to look over her shoulder, clicking her tongue in disapproval. “Poor baby, can’t even be close to us while we have fun. I hope you’re not touching yourself just yet, angel—it’d be a shame to get this over with too quickly, don’t you think?”

Mik swallows hard, but shakes his head, sucking in a sharp breath that’s just audible enough to go straight to Denali’s core.

“No, mommy, I’m not.”

“Good boy,” Rosé purrs before turning back to the blonde she’s currently straddling, looking her up and down discerningly.

Not even a heartbeat later, she starts easing off Denali’s lap, clicking her tongue when Denali squirms at the loss, lifts her hands to try and stop Rosé from moving.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she grabs Denali’s hands, gently places them back onto her lap. “I’m just moving so Mik can get a better view. See?” She sits gently next to Denali, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Now, what d’you say we get you out of this pesky shirt, huh?”

Denali only nods, rushing to throw off her shirt as Rosé creeps her hands between Denali’s legs, lightly teasing her through her pajama pants.

“I’d suggest you start rubbing over your pants, baby boy.” Rosé throws the command back to Mik without even looking at him, too focused instead on increasing the pressure she’s placing on Denali’s pussy while bringing a free hand to her tits. Denali hisses in pleasure when Rosé’s fingers trace around a nipple, pinching lightly and watching with glee at how Denali’s hips buck at the feeling. Mik’s dissatisfied whines only spur Rosé on, though, and she ups the ante by leaning down to give Denali’s other nipple the attention of her tongue, sucking and nipping at the hardened bud.

“Rosie…” Denali gasps, only for the redhead to separate herself from Denali’s tit, coming up to lock eyes with her as she shakes her head.

“Look at Mik, sweetheart,” Rosé murmurs, her hands still moving, still working Denali up. “Look at what a mess he is watching you.”

Mik’s face is screwed up in frustration, pouting mouth trembling as his arm moves lightly, teasing at what’s going on out of the frame.

“What do you think, D, should we take pity on him?”

“Yes,” Denali answers without hesitation, closing her eyes in pleasure when her generosity is rewarded by Rosé finally slipping her hand below the waistband of Denali’s pajama pants, dragging light fingers along the blonde’s already-slick slit.

“You heard her, baby. You can touch yourself over your underwear now.”

“Thank you, mommy,” he gasps in relief, followed by a shaky breath when he dips his hand into his jeans.

“Don’t thank me, thank Denali,” Rosé simply shrugs. “Speaking of,” she turns her attention back to the blonde next to her, “How ‘bout we take things up a notch, huh?”

Denali doesn’t have time to ask what Rosé means before the older woman’s fingertips are making contact with her clit, tracing fast, yet light circles around it.

“Oh, fuck--”

“God, you have no idea how much this turns me on,” Rosé’s voice takes Denali’s breath away, low and husky in her ear as she continues to rub Denali’s clit. “Watching you and Mik like this, already such messes for me… fuck, makes me wet just listening to you whimper.”

“Why don’t you join us, then?” The idea clicks into Denali’s head instantly, and she has to admit, she loves the way Rosé’s eyes cloud over in confusion for a second, the redhead hesitating for a moment as she tries to figure out what Denali means. It’s the perfect opportunity for Denali to reclaim some power, grab Rosé’s hands and push her back to flip their positions so that Denali is straddling her.

“Mik, baby, you can play with yourself for real now,” she turns back to the camera and winks before wriggling out of her pajama pants, grabbing Rosé’s wrists and pinning them to her sides before closing the distance between them with a rough kiss. Behind them, Denali hears something close to a thank you from Mik, cut off by a strangled mewl that tells her he’s already close.

That’s okay; this shouldn’t take long.

Denali’s hips move naturally as they rut up against Rosé, their kiss deepening steadily as the two move in tandem against each other. Rosé traces her hands down over Denali’s back, down to her ass, and smirks against Denali’s tongue when the blonde moans at the touch. For her part, Denali isn’t exactly being gentle, either; while Rosé uses her grip on Denali’s ass to push her closer, force her to grind down harder, Denali snakes a hand into Rosé’s hair, tugging at the strands just to make her gasp.

“Love it when you make those sounds for me,” she breaks their kiss to suck a bruise onto the curve of Rosé’s neck, almost moaning herself from the way Rosé’s hips stutter at the taunt.

Behind her, Denali hears Mik curse from the phone, and she’s unable to resist looking back as she and Rosé continue to move against each other, their pace staying steady as Denali watches the sight on the other line.

Mik is a vision, one arm slightly out to capture the sight of his body as he gets himself off. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and his lip is swollen from the way he’s biting it, desperately trying not to make too much noise. His hand works patterns on himself that Denali knows well, ones she taught him, ones she experimented and trialled and perfected on his skin. Watching him now, Denali can’t help but speed up a little, a cue that both Rosé and Mik seem to take as they match her pace.

“ Fuck ,” Rosé hisses after Denali turns her attention towards her again, knowing that if she watches Mik any longer, she’s going to come right then and there; she doesn’t want that. She wants to come with Rosé and Mik both, all together.

Luckily, she knows exactly how to speed things up.

“What?” she coos, tracing a finger along Rosé’s cheek, trailing it along her jaw. “Are you close, Rosie? Gonna come for me and Mik already? Aww .”

Rosé nods, whimpering as Denali’s touch continues to travel over her body, down the line of her neck and then tracing along her collarbone.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Denali continues between gasping breaths, channeling every bit of focus she has to keep the ability to speak while keeping up with the rhythm of Rosé’s hips, now becoming erratic from desperation. “Always acting all big and bad, like you’ve got control, but you just need to be put in your place, don’t you?”

The moan Rosé lets out is positively sinful, and when Denali looks back at Mik, his face is so red, his hand moving so fast that Denali knows he’s about to explode.

Time to finish things off, then.

“I’m gonna count to ten, then you’ll get to come, okay?” Denali says it loud enough for Mik to hear, but she doesn’t wait for a response; she doesn’t have the patience to.

“One… two…”

When ‘ten’ finally leaves her lips, Denali lets go, crying out loud enough that she’s afraid someone in Mik’s studio might hear what’s going on through the bathroom door. But she can’t help it; Rosé continues to grind against Denali through both their orgasms, and by the time Denali comes down fully, she’s too tired to do anything but collapse next to the other woman, completely spent.

“Fuck, you guys,” Mik’s breathy drawl jerks them both back to reality, and Denali can’t help but smile when she sees what a state their boyfriend is in; his clothes are mussed and cheeks are flushed, and there’s a dot of blood on his mouth from where he must have bitten through his lip trying to keep himself quiet.

“All better now?” she teases, laughing when he rolls his eyes, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I mean, I probably look like a mess, but yeah, I’m not horny anymore.”

“Give it five minutes,” Rosé mutters to Denali with a wry smile.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“Go and get cleaned up, babe.” Denali swats at Rosé as she addresses Mik, who’s busy pouting at them. “Call us when you’re done work, and have a good day, yeah?”

“Alright, bye gorge.” Mik sighs, and then just like that, the call is over, and Mik is gone again.

At least, mostly; not two seconds later, there’s another ping, and Denali checks her phone to see another message from Mik. More specifically, a picture of him in the mirror, still a mess, smiling and blowing them a kiss.

Michelada: gonna be thinking about u guys for the rest of the day

Michelada: love u sm <3

It’s not the same as having him next to her, not in the least. But as Denali stares at the picture, feels Rosé shuffle closer to look at it, too, it feels like enough.

[dramioneasks]

Quidditch player Draco and Healer Hermione where he always is injured on thursdays (might be a one shot or a multi chap, ends with them agreeing to get married on a Thursday)

This:

Thursdays by xo cheshire - T, 9 chapters - “You as my Healer; me as your patient; arrived under the circumstances of my noteworthy occupation with a broken nose, only to be fixed by you, the girl who once despised me, and coincidentally, broke my nose when we were children.”/ “Will you be narrating the rest of our encounter, Malfoy?”/ “Oh, is there more?” [Healer Granger/Quidditch player Malfoy] [COMPLETE]

- AgnMag

[bigdsgirl]

Hold Me Deep (Beneath Your Waves)

“Okay, so it’s the Electric Love trend, the one where you kiss your best friend and see how they react!” Piper scrolls through, showing Annabeth countless other examples.

“Girl, I love you, but I don’t plan on kissing you or Leo,” Annabeth cringes. She returns to her notes, having no interest in the ridiculousness playing on the screen.

“Not us, Percy!” Piper squeals. Annabeth freezes, looking up and staring at the cheshire grin growing on her best friend’s face.

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Annabeth’s had a crush on Percy since they met at orientation but has yet to confess her feelings. When 'Electric Love' trend rises in popularity on Tik Tok, Piper thinks it's the perfect opportunity for Annabeth to sweep Percy off his feet.

Check it out: Read on Ao3

I hope you all enjoy! xo 

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This fic is dedicated to @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless​ since it’s her heckin’ birthday today!! Thank you for all the inspiration and brainstorming sessions. I hope you enjoy friend :) 

And a huge thank you to @indiebughead for helping me edit this. You rock my socks. 

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[kerwritesthings]

California Calling

Summary: It’s just what you do when you love someone

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: fluff, a teeny tiny blip of heart hurt, but then more fluff

Author Note: Another one of those hitting me out of nowhere pieces. Maybe it’s all the pretty from this past week/weekend? Maybe? I really don’t know. I opened a word doc and next thing I knew I had 500 words, then it somehow made its way up to this 2.3k we’re sitting at now. And in like 2.5 hours? I don’t question the muse anymore. 

All I know is this little world will not let me go. I think I’m ok with that. I’ve already got two additional pieces rough sketched in my head. One that falls between part two (Warmth of the Morning) and this that is definitely a little naughtier, the other happening after this one. First part can be read here, second part here.

After that weekend together, after that afternoon when you spent more time tangled up in each other and the sheets than you expected, you made up your mind to push your flight up. Literally, the moment he was out the door to catch his flight you had your phone in hand looking at options. You want a bit more time with him, the time you had as lovely as it was, just wasn’t enough. You have the PTO at work, and if you need to pull a couple late nights and a Saturday in to do it, so be it. He is worth it.

The two of you talk, and you knew after your time in LA, it wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as the last few months had been. You have a few dates blocked out in both your calendars already that were meant for the two of you, and the two of you only - even with him not knowing exactly what his schedule was looking like.

“Don’t care,” he says, dusting a kiss to your temple as you sit on the couch next to each other, calendar and notes apps open. “I’ll schedule around it. This is important, you’re important.”

The thought of that making you smile as you start to make your plans to pull off a surprise of your own. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to pull this off alone, you think quickly of who the best cohort in your new scheme of plans would be and more so who was out in LA that could be trusted with a secret.  

Thinking about coming in early, wanna help me surprise him C? You’re the one who can make shit happen for him and not give away anything! you shoot off in a quick text before digging back into flights on phone while balancing and cross referencing your massive work planner across your knees. Finding a direct flight was harder than you thought, but if you push up a self-imposed deadline, you’d be able get out first thing Wednesday morning instead of the original late-night flight Friday. Plus, you’d still have the whole week after as originally planned.  

Good weekend then? :) Only if I get to deliver you from the airport and see Shawn fall ass over teakettle in person when you get in early. He’s been good, but you can tell how much he misses home. And you. I’m in, so just tell me what I need to do and when. Nothing’s crazy the week leading into the show just writing and studio time, so we can make things work. Will be good to see you, been too long!

You smile, grateful that his work family has in turn become an extension of yours.

Thanks – looking at flights now and seeing what I can do with the office. Stay tuned and will text you everything shortly. You’re a good man.

After a bit of maneuvering on your side with a promise to your boss, who is a saint and adores your boyfriend, that you’d be available via phone or text and only in the dire case of any blow ups those few extra days all the things began to fall into place. Now, to keep this close to the chest and not give anything away.

The night before you’re due to leave, you almost slip.

“You’re avoiding me,” he whines through the speaker of your phone. “Don’t pick up my FaceTime, ignore my first call, leave my texts on read. I see how it is.”

You know he’s joking, but you also can hear the slight tinge of disappointment backing his voice. It’s been a bit of a chase the last few days. Quick calls, most of which miss each other, texts on the fly and no FaceTime.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m trying to get all this work done before I leave,” you say, throwing some of your last-minute purchases into the open suitcase on your bed, including another little surprise for him. “No distractions while I’m out there. Just you, me and that LA sunshine.”

“I know, and I don’t mean to sound petulant. I’m sorry,” he sighs and takes a breath. “We haven’t had a ships passing in the night beat like this since the thick of the last tour block. I’m feeling stuck on things in the studio though everyone says it’s solid and, shit I just miss you honey.”

You plop on the edge of the bed, running a hand over your face. It hurts your heart hearing him this way, but you know all this is for a reason. You cannot tell him; it’s going to be all worth it tomorrow morning when he walks into the studio to you. “I’m going to finish this last thing and then pull together a playlist for you. Some stuff I’ve been noodling on, some old favorites, couple off that sleepy playlist of mine you swear up and down you don’t like, but I know you listen to. I’ll listen to it too, so it’ll feel like we’re together cuddled down listening to it. We’re almost there. Couple more days and nights, then I’m there.”

“I love you,” he says easily, full of affection. You could hear the vestiges of whatever was eating at him starting to slip away. You say your goodnights and you were both off. The playlist wasn’t something you planned on, but it shouldn’t take you too long to pull together. Plus, you could sleep in the car on the way to the airport and on the plane. Making him feel better, feel loved – the loss of a little sleep was nothing compared to that.

Landing in Los Angeles is always something that brings a special feeling, it’s a strange mix of trepidation and excitement. Luckily there was no issues with the flight, so you land on time and can make it through the gates towards baggage claim fairly unscathed. As you made your way down the escalator, there in sunglasses and a hat to blend in with the other drivers awaiting passengers, with your name on a sign and a Starbucks in hand, is your partner in crime.

“You didn’t need to come in,” you say chuckling before wrapping him in a hug.

“Your boy would box my ears if I did a drive by pick up and you know that,” he quips, kissing your cheek before trading your bag for the Starbucks cup in his hand. “Come on, let’s get your other bag and get up to the studio. He thinks they’re swapping out some equipment so that’s why they have to have a later start.”

“Genius call, and he’d only believe that from you. He’s got no clue, does he?” you ask with a Cheshire cat grin as the carousel starts to spin.

Making your way through the masses and to the garage wasn’t too much of a time suck, you were still on target. It was LA so there was going to be traffic no matter what, but landing as early as you did was a at least a little helpful since you were heading straight across town and then some since the boys made the new place by the beach home base for this go.

“Should I be worried that you’re quiet? Normally you’re talking my ear off by now if we haven’t seen each other in this long,” he asks, the care tinging through his tone as he makes his way up onto the PCH.

You shake your head, “No, no not at all Cez, sorry. Late night last night, late nights all last week to make this happen. All worth it though when I see his face.”

He reaches over,  squeezing the hand resting on the cup between you. “I’m glad you have each other and love each other the way you do. I always worried he’d not find his person, so wrapped up in the work and so focused. I remember the day after he met you the first time. He had a different smile that morning. I knew right away, even when he probably didn’t. You were something special for him, to him. You understand and respect this crazy bullshit we’re in, which takes a whole other level of care and person to get. Helps you’re a bad ass in your own right. I’m just happy he’s happy, and that you’re happy. That you’re happy together like this? Best thing.”

“Damnit don’t make me cry what little makeup I have on all off,” you sniff out. “I love him. It’s just that simple. It’s not easy, god you know that. But I would rather deal with all this than not have him and love him. Why you do the crazy shit like this.”

It’s only a few minutes later that you’re heading off the highway and winding your way through the still quiet streets. Finally, you pull up to a set of dark gates, well hidden with greenery.

“They basically took a pre-development boom location, this old 50’s old beach house with its massive garage and converted it. It’s a pretty solid setup, off the beaten path and not well known, but it’s state of the art. I can see this becoming a regular thing with the ‘shed. Plus, it’s a quick wander down to the water from here,” he explains as the gates pull back and you head through.

Your phone pings as you pull to a stop and open the car door.

Finished at the gym and off to the studio. Nothing cray so just call when you can today, love you xo <3

“Perfect timing, he’s on his way up. Have I said thank you yet Cez? Because…” you start before being wrapped up in another hug.

“You’re family, don’t even,” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go stash your bags, just head through to the studio. Door is around that cluster of birch trees. I’m also on good knowledge that big leather couch is good to curl up on for a nap. I’ll make sure to head in with him. I don’t think the rest of the guys are due in until a little after him, he wanted to work a run by himself first.”

You make your way into the studio space and it’s better than described, or from the photos Shawn has sent along. It’s so easy to see why this will fall into a place where he feels comfortable and creative. Warm wood, windows, well-worn rugs and the infamous camel colored couch. It’s easy to sink into the cool leather and down into the cushions, sliding into a dozy twilighty state – not quite sleeping but not quite awake.

You hear voices, which bring you more towards full consciousness, but you stay cozied into the couch.

“I want to get this one track done before everyone decides to come in and have opinions, thought of something last night and I just want to have it down first,” your boyfriend prattles on as you hear him push open the door, dropping what’s probably his backpack and guitar case onto the floor. “Though I think I need to hash the last of the lyrics out first, maybe. I’ve got time though.”

You see his feet first, then his legs, realizing he’s not paying attention to the couch at all or realizing that you’re there. He’s just standing there, chatting. Not a care to what’s actually behind him or a second thought to the couch whatsoever. You look past his legs, seeing the smile creeping up over Cez’s face as he realizes that Shawn still has no clue what’s awaiting him.

“You may want to kiss your girlfriend hello first though before all of that,” you try to say as seriously as possible, but break out into giggles at the end. “Surprise baby!”

He turns on his heels so quickly that he’s tangled up in himself and in a heap on the floor next to the couch, laughter peeling out from all of you in the room.

“Now that. That was totally worth it. Hope you like your gift, Shawn. Gonna leave you two alone for a bit,” Cez says with a nod before backing out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Shawn is just shaking his head, pulling himself to sit upright, before bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“You, you’re, I just. You,” he murmurs, thumbs brushing ever so carefully across your cheekbones.

“It was my turn, so. I figured go big or go home right? I figured we could use a couple extra days together before everything this weekend. It’s going to be a lot. We know that. And I knew I’d be missing you at this point. I changed my flight literally before you boarded yours back here. I still have all next week too. This is added bonus,” you reply. “I was packing when you called last night, it’s why I couldn’t hop on FaceTime. I didn’t want to give anything away. I was so close to telling you, but I knew I’d see you today. Hearing you last night though, I knew I made the right call to come out here early.”

He just looks at you so softly, so intently. Not saying anything, but still keeping his eyes on you he moves his right hand to slide into your hair, cupping your head and bringing you closer to him until you are nose to nose. Nuzzling against you ever so slightly, nose sliding against yours like a whisper, his eyes slip closed and he exhales. “I am so lucky that you love me, that you made the decision that I’m worthy of your love,” he sighs out, lips just a hair from yours. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this and you, but I’m so damn grateful. I love you, so much.”

He presses in, kissing the breath straight out of you.

Yep. It was absolutely worth it.

TAG LIST: @loveat2am, @sinplisticshawn, @hollandraul​, @whenidance​

[toolatetofall]

The Beginning: Zero

An exploration of the relationship between Commander John Shepard and his XO, Commander Jane Sheppard, during the first game of the Mass Effect trilogy. Slow burn. From not-quite friends to not-quite lovers. Subsequent projects covering Mass Effect 2 and 3 are planned.

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The Prologue. Events take place Pre-game, no spoilers.

Ao3 | Next

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The three meet for the first time in Vila Militar in Rio de Janeiro, after beginning Planetary Combatives Training. Thomas Shaw, Jane Sheppard, and John Shepard. Despite the competitive atmosphere, and the persistent reminder that few will make it through training, the three are fast friends.

It helps that they form a group together for most training exercises. As a powerful biotic, Jane is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, weaving between enemies with a blue streak, ready to nail them with her shotgun. Tommy is a natural hacker, a whiz with technology in general, and a crack shot with a pistol. His drone is also typically much appreciated support, and has saved their ass on multiple occasions. And John? John has always been a reliable combatant; a perfect shot and a steady presence on the battlefield, not to mention a talented leader. He always seems to be able to read the moves of the other two team members, and has the best instincts for perfect coordination of attacks.

The three of them are inseparable during downtime as well, rare as it is. Partially because Tommy always seems to find some kind of trouble, Jane goes along to poke fun at him, and John follows behind them both, sighing from a sense of responsibility for their antics.

Despite occasionally grating on one another, the three soldiers remain close friends after departing the Vila. They keep in touch, trading quips and stories, and monitoring one another’s careers as they progress through the ranks.

The next time the group meets in person is several years later, at a ceremony in Shepard’s honor, right after Elysium. John seems to shift in discomfort as he stands on the stage. A member of the brass whose name he only vaguely knows pins a medal to his chest, and he resists the urge to fidget. He can’t help but think it’s a bit much; John has never really appreciated being the recipient of attention. He helped on Elysium because he needed to, and because it was the right thing to do. The praise and ceremony just seems like overkill.

Afterwards, his friends approach, Tommy throwing an arm around his shoulders. It dawns on John that he is the first of the three to receive his N7 commendation, and it feels weird.

Despite this, Jane is grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Well, well, well,” she hums in lieu of a greeting. “If it isn’t Lieutenant Shepard, the big-fucking-hero.”

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“The funeral’s next week.”

John’s words hang in the air around Jane’s face, tense and unfeeling. Gunnery chief Thomas Shaw was one of fifty marines to die on Akuze. He their friend for years, and now he’s gone, dead. It doesn’t seem right. Neither of them say this though; instead Jane simply murmurs, “I know.”

John doesn’t change the subject. “Are you going?”

She tenses, gears clearly turning in her head as she grinds her jaw. Finally, “I’m not sure.”

John shifts uncomfortably. It has become increasingly obvious that Tommy’s friendship was the only thing the two truly had in common. He doesn’t want to go to the funeral alone.

Jane must see the discomfort in his glance because she relents.

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A week later they sit side by side at the memorial, in the fourth row, surrounded in their mourning by other classmates of Shaw’s they recognize from Vila Militar or missions.

Jane is even more on edge, if that’s possible. The formality is wrong, she thinks. Shaw would have hated it. The ram-rod straight posture of the other attendees, the soldiers clad in dress blues, the somber expressions on every last face. Shaw would have hated it so much.

Jane doesn’t cry, she just scowls, angry that Thomas Shaw is dead, angry at the droning words of his CO, and most of all angry about the damn seriousness of it all. Even now she is almost drowning in the disbelief; Tommy was invincible. Fuck Akuze.

John’s expression is one of quiet exhaustion. He’s been to too many of these, too much morning in not even thirty years. While he’s begun to mourn the situation has slipped in and out of reality in his mind, and it’s the weird non-reality his brain is trapped in, dripping fatigue.

He notes the grind of Jane’s jaw, the way her knuckles whiten as she presses her fists against the pew. Softly, he places a hand on hers and her fist flattens from surprise. He notes her expression as she scowls, and gives her a sharp, warning look once her attention falls to him, but doesn’t say anything else.

Despite herself, she grips his hand for the rest of the service, hold like a vice.

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The last time John sees Jane in his twenties is on a TV screen. She stands, grim faced, as a medal is pinned on her chest by one of the higher ups. The Butcher of Torfan. What’s left of the squad she led stands behind her. Some of them are blank-faced. Some of them look angry. Some of their lips are quivering.

Beneath, the headline “Lieutenant Sheppard leads squad against to eradicate criminals on Torfan, High squad casualties reported” as the reported drones on.

John swears at one point she looks right into the camera at him, and he doesn’t recognize the look in her eyes. The self-righteous anger, the detachment, the disregard for mortality.

She hasn’t messaged in months. He doesn’t call.

[its-actually-withered]

Ichiruki fanfiction trash

I’m promoting what I’ve written because why not? I still don’t know if I’m using tumblr proper, but it’s a learning curve I’ll learn to get over if it means I can get my shipper fix. 

But here we go, both were inspired by another fic mentioned in the A/N of both:

Title: Hazards Summary: “What?” she asked innocently. “My soul technically did penetrate yours, you know. Or didn’t you get this talk? What are you - twenty or twelve? Come on Messer Med Student, cat got your tongue?” Notes: It was originally a one-shot that has already spawned a second chapter, but what can you do? It’s a college-take on what happens at the “end” of the series. Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12413046/1/Hazards

Title: All we know Summary:  Is there an expiry date for emotions? Is there a jug you need to fill that says 'you must be this full before you can move on? Is there a road sign that tells you that you haven't done enough in your life, and you can't drive any further? Because if there is, give it the finger and keep on driving. Notes: A non-Shinigami AU  Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12418131/1/All-we-know

[madpanda75]

Hello ! Can you write an imagine where Rafael and Y/N are together and there is a difference of age between them, like 18 years, and he’s working in a case where a man is accusing of pedophilia because he’s older than the girl and the enemy camp uses his relationship with Y/N and want her to attest but he protect her you know smt cute thank you❤️

“Always Defend You”

Rafael Barba x Reader

Sorry this took me forever to post. I hope this was something like what you had in mind! I had fun writing it! ❤️

Warning: Mention of sexual assault/rape, Mention of violence 

Tags: @amirightcounsellor

Rolling over in bed, your hand moved around the mattress searching for the warmth that radiated from your boyfriend’s body. The warm body that you had grown so accustomed to snuggling against during the night was missing, leaving only cool sheets in its absence. Opening your eyes, you saw a sliver of light peeking through the door, you looked over at the clock on your nightstand, it read 1:30 am. “Surely Rafael couldn’t still be working” You thought to yourself. The ADA said he would be headed to bed shortly after you decided to call it a night, but that was hours ago. Wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm, you padded down the hallway towards the living room. Rafael was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. He had undone the top few buttons on his shirt and his tie was tossed aside and long forgotten, you could see a glint of gold from the cross necklace he wore underneath. Writing furiously on his legal pad, Rafael failed to hear you enter the room.

You stood quietly in front of him, waiting for your boyfriend to notice you. Rafael looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you. “Cariño, you scared me. I didn’t know you were still awake.” You went to go sit on the couch next to Rafael, laying your head on his shoulder, “I woke up when I saw you weren’t in bed yet. Guess I just can’t sleep without you by my side anymore.” Rafael smiled and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arm around you. Nestling closer to your boyfriend, you inhaled deeply and took in the faint smell of his cologne. Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and thought back to when this beautiful sexy man entered into your life.

Amidst the chaos of a downtown coffee shop on a Thursday morning, he mistakenly grabbed your caramel macchiato while you had taken his americano. After a flirty debate over how your taste in coffee was too sweet while in your opinion, his coffee preference was far too bitter, you left the coffee shop with a phone number and a date. Now here you both were six months later, completely in enamored of one another. Rafael sighed as he looked down at the deposition in his hand. You ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp, Rafael worked so hard and you hated seeing him so tense especially at home which was supposed to be his sanctuary away from all the stress. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leaning into your touch, Rafael shook his head. “Why don’t you go back to bed mi amor? I’m going to be up for a little bit longer.” Too tired to argue, you nodded your head and reluctantly went back to your bedroom.

You were sound asleep by the time Rafael crawled into bed and he left before you were even up in the morning. Rolling over in bed, you saw he had left you a note,

“Good Morning Hermosa. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake you. It’s going to be another long day for me, I am so sorry mi amor. Don’t wait up for me tonight. XO Raf”

Smiling at the note, you pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

Your heels clicked against the marble floor of One Hogan Place as you made your way to Rafael’s office with coffee and bagels in hand. You suspected Rafael had not eaten this morning and decided to surprise him with the morning treat. “Good Morning Carmen,” you said, handing her a cup of coffee. Carmen graciously accepted the cup, the two of you had become good friends over the past few months. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you! He’s alone if you want to head in.”

“Thanks Carmen!” You smiled at her as you walked towards Rafael’s office and softly knocked on the door before poking your head in. Your boyfriend was typing furiously on his computer, glasses practically sliding down the tip of his nose, his tongue poked out in concentration. His eyes were glued to his laptop as he talked “What is it Carmen? Is Buchanan here yet, he’s early.” You closed the door behind you, “Nope, he isn’t here yet.”

Rafael looked up and smiled at the sound of your voice. “Y/N, what are you doing here.” You held up the tray of coffee and bag of bagels, “I come bearing gifts of carbs and caffeine, counselor.” He laughed and took the items out of your hand, setting them down on the table. Rafael took you in his arms, kissing you passionately. “What would I do without you?” He said against your lips. “Probably starve,” you said before nibbling on Rafael’s bottom lip.

Letting out a groan, he pulled you in closer, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips while his hands slid down your back to rest on your bottom. “Baby, the coffee’s getting cold.” You said with a giggle. “I don’t care.” Your boyfriend whispered as he cupped your ass and hoisted you on his desk, his fingertips ghosting your inner thighs. You moaned while he kissed down your neck. Just as your hands began to take off his belt, Carmen’s voice came over the intercom, making you both jump. “Mr. Barba? Mr. Buchanan is here.” Rafael sighed and grumbled, “He’s early.” You hopped off his desk and grabbed your coffee, “I have to leave for work anyway. Should we continue this later?” You kissed up his neck before biting on his earlobe.

“Absolutely, I can’t wait.” Rafael went to sit down at his desk, in an attempt to hide his growing bulge. Handing him his coffee, Rafael took a sip and made a face, “Ugh, hermosa, this one is yours. How can you drink this? It’s not even coffee.” Laughing you switched cups with him, “Keeps me sweet.”

“You don’t need any help in that department, Y/N.” Winking at Rafael, you walked out of the office and bumped into a large man with a ruddy face. “Oh, excuse me.” The man looked you up and down with a glint in his eye that made you uneasy. “That’s ok, no harm done.” You straighten your blouse a bit, which was a tad rumpled from your brief makeout session with Rafael. Your exit was blocked by the defense attorney. “Umm, he’s all yours.” The man smiled at you with a cheshire-like grin as he moved towards the office door, “I promise I’ll have him back to you in one piece.” With a polite smile, you nodded and walked away, feeling the need to take a shower after being under the large man’s gaze.

The lawyer entered the ADA’s office, “So Mr. Barba, my client would like to strike a deal, he’ll plead guilty to sexual misconduct, no registry.” Rafael snorted a laugh, “Your client had sex and exchanged illicit pictures with a 15 year old girl. He gets rape in the second degree and goes on the registry.”

“Come on, counselor. Mr. Patterson had no idea she was fifteen plus he claims it was completely consensual.” Rafael rolled his eyes, “Your client is 17 years older than Ms. Jackson and she certainly does not have the opinion that the sex was consensual. Under the law she cannot legally consent to sex with your client. We have her statement and enough physical evidence to put Mr. Patterson away. No deal.” The defense attorney’s face turned red as he stared down the ADA, “Then we’ll see you in court.” Mr. Buchanan walked towards the door, before stopping in his tracks and turning to face Rafael, a sinister smile on his face. “I noticed the young woman who left your office earlier, I had no idea your office accepted college interns. You like em’ young, don’t you?” Rafael stood up, his fists clenched at his side as he walked over to the lawyer, his voice menacingly low, “She is none of your concern. Now if you excuse me I have a case to prepare.” The man let out a laugh, “Struck a nerve, did I?” Before Rafael could respond, Mr. Buchanan left.

Later that evening, you sat on the couch looking down at the piece of paper handed to you by a young man as you were leaving your office to head home. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

You eyed the man cautiously, “Yes, can I help you.”

With a flick of his wrist, he shoved the papers in your face and left. The papers asked you to appear in court as a material witness for the defense in the state of New York vs. Jonas Patterson criminal trial. You had heard Rafael talk about the Patterson case, he had been wearing himself ragged over it. What you didn’t understand was why you would be called as a witness for the defense. You took a sip from the glass of wine you had poured as you waited for Rafael to come home. Finally you heard the door open, “Y/N? I’m home. Why don’t we order some Chinese. I know we agreed to stop eating out so much but—,” Rafael stopped in his tracks as he looked at your concerned face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” You walked up to him and handed your boyfriend the paper that you had been staring at for hours.

Rafael read the papers you were served with, you could see his jaw clench, his fists holding the paper so tight it was crumpling under his hold. “Why am I being asked to appear as a witness for the defense at your trial, Rafi?”

Your boyfriend sighed and went to sit on the couch, he slumped over and put his face in his hands. He knew why you were being called as a witness, this was classic Buchanan. He wanted to use your age difference with Rafael to sway the jury, to help win his case. It was a sleazy dirty move and unfortunately it cut right to his heart. Rafael loved you, but there was a considerable amount of years between you both, 18 to be exact. Although you had stated that the difference never bothered you, Rafael was afraid that someday you would leave him for someone younger, someone who could give you more than he ever could.

“Rafi? Are you ok?” You sat down next to your boyfriend, and rubbed his back in soothing circles. “It’s Buchanan.” Rafael said.

“You mean that large creepy man I ran into outside of your office?” You shivered thinking back to the lecherous lawyer you encountered. “What does he have to do with this?”

“He wants to use you to strengthen his case. Buchanan wants you to testify about our age difference in the hopes that it will establish doubt over the consent between Mr. Patterson and Ms. Jackson. Since he is claiming the relationship was consensual.”

Your blood boiled, how dare this man take your relationship with Rafael and pervert it. “I won’t do it. I will not testify for that man. Patterson is a pedophile, he raped that girl. We are two consenting adults, he can’t do this!”

Rafael turned to you, holding your face in his hands. “You won’t have to. We meet with the judge in the morning, I will argue that your testimony would be completely irrelevant to the case. The judge won’t rule in Buchanan’s favor, this is more prejudicial than probative. It’s just a dirty move, a final attempt to persuade me to make a deal. I promise you won’t have to take the stand.”

Nodding your head, you kissed Rafael deeply and rested your forehead against his, “Thank you Rafi.” Your boyfriend pulled away and looked at you, his green eyes seemed so sad in that moment. “What are you doing with me? You should be with someone younger. I can only imagine what people say or think when they look at us together. Maybe Buchanan is just pointing out the obvious with us, how ridiculous we must look together.”

You were shocked, your heart breaking as you heard the man you love speak about your relationship in such a manner. “Rafael Barba, I love you. Our age difference has never bothered me and I hope it doesn’t bother you. Don’t you dare let Buchanan take what we have and twist it into something ugly.” Now it was your turn to take Rafael’s face in your hands, you stared into his emerald eyes, hoping he could see how serious your love for him was. “You are kind,“ you said kissing his cheek. “Smart,” you kissed his other cheek. “Handsome,” you kissed the tip of his nose. “Sexy and I mean really sexy….the things you do to me, it makes me wet just thinking about it.” You whispered before kissing his lips. Rafael smiled, you could see a faint blush creep up on him as he listened to you sing his praises. “You’re everything I have ever wanted, Rafi. Don’t ever doubt you are not the man for me.”

Rafael pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Rafi. Let’s forget about this mess tonight. Perhaps we can pick up where we left off in your office earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted.” Your boyfriend suddenly scooped you up in his arms making you yelp in surprise. He carried you down the hall towards the bedroom, “Come on hermosa, let me show you what this old man can do to you.”

You were a nervous wreck the next day, checking your phone constantly for any update from your boyfriend. He was due in court at 9 to argue that you should not be called to the stand for the defense. It was 11:30 and still no word from Rafael. You went back to your emails, trying to take your mind off of what was happening just a few blocks away at the courthouse when suddenly your phone rang. Without even looking to see who it was you answered.

“Rafael?”“No, Y/N. It Olivia.”Your blood ran cold, Rafael had given Olivia your number for emergencies only.“Olivia, what’s wrong? Is everything ok with Rafael?”There was a long pause on the other line.“Rafael is fine. The judge held him in contempt, could you stop by the courthouse?”You were shocked, Rafael was passionate in the courtroom but professional above all else.“I’m on my way. Liv, what happened??”“It’s a long story. He’ll fill you in when you get here.”

Hanging up the phone, you rushed to the courthouse. Racing up the steps, you saw Buchanan with a black eye and a bloody nose. He walked past you, too busy nursing his injuries to notice you. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath. Heading into the courthouse you met Olivia. She walked with you down to the basement of the courthouse and down a long hallway to a large room, upon entering you witnessed a sight you never thought you’d see, your boyfriend sitting in a small jail cell.

Your jaw dropped, “Rafael!” He looked up at you with a sheepish smile, “Hi cariño.” Olivia tapped you on the shoulder, “The judge says he needs to pay a fine to be released. I‘ll wait outside till you’re ready and we can go get him released.” Nodding your head, you walked over to the cell, “Baby, what happened? Are you alright?” Rafael reached for your hand through the bar. Holding his hand, you saw his knuckles were reddish and slightly swollen. “I’m fine. The judge ruled in our favor, you don’t have to testify.”

You were still confused, “That’s great Rafi, but why are you locked up and what happened to your hands?”

Your boyfriend then went on to tell you how the judge ruled that your testimony was prejudicial and not probative and how she scolded Mr. Buchanan for attempting to pull such a stunt. As the two men were walking away, the defense attorney placed a hand on Rafael’s shoulder, “Well can’t blame a guy for trying.” Leaning over so no one could hear him Buchanan continued, “When your little girlfriend is through with you, send her over my way. I’d love a taste of that.” Rafael explained how in that moment, he saw red and before he knew what was happening, he punched the defense attorney right in the face. The ADA got in a few good punches before the court guards pulled them away. The judge held both men in contempt for unruly behavior.

You kissed Rafael’s hands through the bars. “You defended my honor?”

Rafael sighed, “I know I should have just walked away but my temper got the better of me. You’re not mad, hermosa?”

“Of course not Rafi. Actually I’m surprisingly turned on.” Rafael laughed, “I don’t think the judge or the DA feel the same way, but luckily I can continue with the case, so a mistrial won’t be declared.” You nodded at Rafael. He brought his head closer to the bars so you could awkwardly kiss him. “Let me grab Liv and go bail you out, Rocky Balboa.” Leaving the room, you went with Olivia to go pay the fine and sign the release papers.

Walking down the courthouse steps hand in hand with Rafael, you looked over at him and blushed. “What is it cariño?” He asked after catching you staring at him. You smiled, “I’m just so lucky to have a boyfriend who would defend me like you did today, makes me love you even more.” Rafael beamed at you, “I love you too, Y/N and I will always defend you.”