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angelanderson · 9 months

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SUCK IT— ELLIE WILLAIMS

you want a kiss, but ellie wants something first. cw: strap on sucking (ellie receiving), mean dom!ellie, bratty!r, r!receiving, light degradation. established relationship. u decide if au or not :) MINORS & MEN DNI. (long-ish tbh ! adding word count soon!) enjoy!! xoxoxoxo <3

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ellie is beyond fed up with the attitude you’ve had all day. it seems like anyone and anything is setting you off, and she’s at the receiving end of it. she’s lost count of how many times she’s told you to stop rolling your eyes today after the seventh time.

you both know you can’t disagree with what’s about to happen— you know ellie doesn’t tolerate a bratty attitude ever. in hopes she’ll somehow be lenient with you, you look at her through thick lashes from your current position on the floor. a nervous whimper almost escapes your lips as you watch her ignore your attempts. you now accept that there won’t be any leniency tonight after all stunts you’ve pulled today.

“e-ellie?” you whine out, craving her warmth again. you hate when she doesn’t give you attention, and she knows that.

ellie hums, shamelessly eyeing your naked figure. she watches you squirm for a few more seconds for her pure enjoyment. while she’s acting nonchalant, she’s feeling anything but inside. she needs to scratch the itch that is punishing you, but your girlfriend knows to play the long game by now.

“already whining, huh? That’s kinda pathetic. Don’t you think so, baby?” she teases you, making you whine more.

you speak before even thinking about the words that leave your lips. “no! i’m not pathetic.”

ellie’s face visibly drops at that. you know you’re truly in for it now. you have the audacity to talk back? ellie can have what you’ll think is the audacity to make you work even harder for her forgiveness now. after all, she’s always shown you she can play meaner than you.

“oh, is that so,” she asks as she raises an eyebrow before continuing, “guess i’ll just have to to make you listen. get on your knees properly. now!”

you scramble to follow her orders as you watch intently watch to see what her next move is. to your surprise, you see the strap bounce as she pulls down her pants and boxers in one movement. your previous assumption that that’s what she went to get while you stripped down is correct.

ellie starts up again, her condescending tone immediately shining through. “i can see you practically drooling, baby. now, here’s what is going to happen-“

you interrupt her, feeling an even stronger craving for her warm affection now. “e-ellie? kiss? please? ‘m really sorry.”

“you’re sorry, huh?” she lets your interruption slide.

you frantically nod. “yes, really, really sorry! pretty please els, i want a kiss.” a permanent pout seemingly etches upon your lips.

you think she’s going to give in as she leans in closer, but she doesn’t. she roughly grabs your chin instead, forcing you to make eye contact with her. her rough grip on you has your lips puckering, almost seemingly to tease you.

“you’re going to have to work for that kiss. time to let me use that mouth of yours for something more useful than mouthing off. you’ll get your kiss later, but only if you can be a good girl for me first.”

knowing it’s pointless to argue, you lean in to give the tip of her strap a kiss. you pause before you wrap your lips around the tip, giving it an experimental suck. ellie’s always told you she swears she can feel it as if it’s attached to her body. she even swears it could probably make her come, in which you always call her a loser after.

a soft gag can be heard as ellie pushes your head down on her plastic cock. your girlfriend doesn’t think she has to play nice with you after all your attitude from today. she also maybe not-so-secretly loves to watch the tears fall from your eyes as she moves your head up and down.

ellie feels absolutely ruined as she watches your mouth take her. god, how she wishes she could feel you like this. she does the second best thing she can think: she moves the strap lower so it’ll rub her clit as you suck her off.

the guttural moan you let out when you catch onto her makes the strap vibrate— ellie thinks she could come on the spot. she carelessly chases that feeling, making you gag, which makes her more frantic in return. ellie loves when you just let her use you now she wants to.

“fuck, baby. you don’t know how crazy you’re driving me right now. shit. you’re such an angel.”

a few more seconds is all it takes before ellie’s being pushed over the edge. legs trembling, she starts to see stars in her eyes. pure bliss has taken over her whole body. she continues to spout out her praises of how well you’re doing as she rides out her orgasm.

her incredulous laugh is the only sound filing the room after she manages to whisper out a “fuck”. she grabs you chin, forcing you to look up at her again. “holy shit, babe. i think you deserve your kiss now, yeah?”

the speed at which your nod makes you both dizzy. “yes! yes, please. was so, so good? right?”

giving into your pleas, ellie leans in to give you a kiss on the lips. her gentle kiss largely contracts her rough behavior that was less than two minutes ago. you can make out the faint taste of some of the cherry chapstick you gave her last week. you both melt more into the kiss.

after pulling away and wiping away the drool off of your chin, ellie groans after fulling taking in your current state. she needs to ruin you immediately. there’s no way she can spend another second without her hands on you. she knows she needs to give in now. “fuck. get on the bed.”

you don’t bother to respond. you all but fling yourself onto the bed, and into the position you know she likes. ellie always has you on your back, leaning against the pillows when she’s rewarding you. something or another about it being her turn to pleasure you.

barley giving you time to recover from just moments ago, ellie rolls your nipples around with her thumbs. your moans start to quiet down as she leans over to make out with you. your body starts feels warm in the best way possible.

starting to feel desperate again, you whine for her to do something more. “need you. please? i deserve it now. did what you said!”

“yeah, you’re right.” is the only reply ellie gives you before she starts moving down your body.

your breath catches in your throat as her fingers trail down your thighs. an excited tremble runs through your body as you watch it unfold. hands parting your legs, ellie practically whimpers at the sight of seeing your sticky cunt on display for her. she takes no time in sticking two fingers in you

the sudden intrusion makes your back arch with pleasure. you watch ellie work her fingers in and out of you through pleasure-driven hooded eyes. had your eyes been open, it’d be hard to miss the smirk plastered on ellie’s face.

ellie suddenly pulls out of you, causing you to cry out. she’s quick to soothe you. “baby, ‘m just taking my fingers out so i can slut you out on my strap. no need to worry that pretty little head.”

your giggle in response is cut short the second you start to feel ellie push into you. your hands find her back, starting to dig your nails in as she sinks all the way into you. a strangled moan leaves your lips. you feel so full. so good.

“oh. my. god.” it’s the only think you can think of to say now.

“mhm, feels good, my pretty girl, and yeah, just take it” are the only responses you get back from ellie. she’s also in her own little blissed out world with you.

wet sounds mixed with both of your incoherent moaning fill up the bedroom— you’re sure the neighbors can hear by now. but there’s no way you could you possibly care about that when your girlfriend is fucking you so hard that you’re seeing stars. every stroke makes you drip on the sheets even more.

ellie’s left thumb finds your clit as she starts to fuck you faster. your moans turn into incoherent babbling about how good you feel, thank you’s, and pleas for her to keep going. the feelings of sweet release start to wash over you like waves in the ocean. you feel as if you’re drowning with pleasure.

each thrust makes the room spin faster for you. ellie’s always felt amazing inside of you. your whole body is ignited with pleasure as you take everything ellie is giving you. you feel so close. any second now you’ll be the one cumming all over her cock.

picking up on this, ellie starts to speak normally again. “oh baby, are you gonna cum for me? gonna get my cock all wet for me, hmm? let go, baby, just let go.”

the second she tells you to let go is the second you hit peak bliss. your entire body twitches as your orgasm washes over you. ellie prolongs it by fucking you through it. she always makes you feel every last bit of your orgasm. and god, you haven’t felt this fucked out in a while now. you don’t think you’ll be walking normally for at least a day or two.

“baby?” ellie is the first to speak, like usual.

“els?”

“think you can go again? think you can handle me fucking you again?”

you know she’s feeling full of herself right now. she always does after she fucks you like this. “dunno, els. feeling very sensitive i think,” is your semi-questioning answer. you know she likes to overstimulate you.

“well that’s just too bad isn’t it? gonna have to give me another orgasm before i can forgive you for being a brat today. can’t be a brat anymore if i fuck you stupid and quiet, huh?”

your eyes snap open fully again after that. ellie’s freckled face is the closest thing in your line of vision. she’s wearing her classic look of fake sympathy on it. you’ve finally accept the fate of what’s going to be a very long night.

pouting, you question her, “can i have another kiss first at least?”

“yeah,” is the last thing ellie responds with before she crashes her lips against yours.

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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bestie i cannot express the delight i just experienced seeing voyager on my dash and it NOT coming from my own queue. omg. i have to pick ur brain abt star trek for real one of these days my darling BUT thank u for having such chefs kiss taste ily ok hope ur day is going good xoxoxoxo

BESTIEEE OMG 💖💖 i hope your day is going okay first of all, ive been thinking of you and sending you mental hugs! secondly. When i tell you i would DIE for a st au, ESPECIALLY YOURS!! i am not joking. I WOULD KILL FOR IT.

i am so so glad you like my largely questionable taste and please pivk my brain abt st any time ever, i adore it, and right back at you with absolute chefs kiss taste!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#akira answers asks #st #phoebs tag 💖#no but im having so much brainworms gaaaaah i need a month of nothing just my docs

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dojunie · 3 months

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dojunie!!! 💌💗💞💖 fun fact i had misdial bookmarked in my likes for the looongest time (beginning of this year) and i read the ch. 1 trailer and knew it would EAT but i was so scared of being left at a cliffhanger w no update in sight so i j … didnt read in fear of longing for more misdial …. but i saw your updates and i never DEVOURED a fic so fast u r a queen u r a god u r miss jeon somi herself misdial is CRAZY!!!!the characterization the world building the romance everything is chefskiss👩🏻‍🍳💋 misdial ch4 will be the best xmas eve present e v e r hehe 💌🤭 also how many chapters do you think therell be in total! sent from a bigbigbigbig fan xoxoxoxo

im going to get this ask printed on a tshirt so i can show off my bigbigbig fan everywhere omg i am kissing you!!!!!!!!

when i start to post more fics you all will see that i LOVE putting jeon somi in my little au's to fuck up everyones day. she's really that girl. inside voice? unknown. thinking before u speak? unheard of. being blonde and pretty and terrifying? ding ding there it is jeon somi coming to accidentally expose ur deepest darkest secret with a smile on her face

when i get asks like this about misdial i giggle and kick my feet i hope u all know that.... like once i finish answering these asks i am jumping straight into the ch5 google doc...

#dojun talks #dojun answers #beloved anon #i dont know how many ways i can sit on here and cry about how much i love u guys who comment and send asks LOL #u think im joking but its so real

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant /Chapter Twenty-Six, “Old Faces”

Catch up on reading or start from the beginning HERE! :-)

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SNEAKY PEEK TIMEEEEEEEEE!!!

Something inside of my chest falls and for the first time in weeks, my thoughts are flooded with her. And I’m worrying about her, missing her, and wanting to hear her voice. I’m feeling all of the things and thoughts I’ve done such a great job at suppressing for the last few weeks.

Because before, only the alcohol could, but I couldn’t do that anymore. I knew she’d be disappointed. And once that thought wormed its way into my brain, I couldn’t entertain it for more than a minute. And so I dumped out the bottles and threw them in the bin.

Now, I feel myself fill with regret at that because once again I want to drown the feelings.

Because I’m hurting thinking about all of the hurt and pain she’s feeling.

“Awww, my little baby on her first day of school!”

“Oh, would you stop?” I groan in annoyance. But I can’t get rid of the smile pinching my cheeks.

“You’re looking like a lawyer already, Boops!” Skye comments as I stop in front of her at the island. She sets down her Winnie the Pooh mug and just smiles at me. It’s a rare occurrence. “And don’t you start saying that I can’t call you that. I’d say it’s rather fitting for a day like this.”

“Fine. Only today you can call me that old nickname that’s been dead for decades,” I reply before looking down at my outfit. “I’m not too overdressed, am I?”

“No, I think you look very nice. And you should dress to impress, they say.”

“Mmmmhmm,” I respond, flattening the patterned long-sleeve blouse I wear. Black jeggings cover my lower half.

“Are you excited?” Skye’s question hits me as I reach for a glass from the cupboard. I watch the golden orange juice splash into it.

“Yeah, I really am. I know I’ve already been down this road, but I feel so much more confident and excited this time around.”

“Well that says something,” she replies and I nod at her answer. The slice of bread sinks into the toaster as I set down the jar of jam with my other hand.

I grab a plate and scoop the rest of the scrambled eggs onto it that Skye left for me. “I’m dying a girl’s hair rainbow today, so there’s my big bang,” she comments enthusiastically with her sky-blue eyes twinkling. I smile at the excitement in her voice.

It finally looks like we’ve found our callings, I think to myself. A second later, I almost cringe at myself, but at the same time, I’m grateful for the happy thought.

“So most of your classes are online?”

“Yeah, but I have this one that I have to go on campus for. It’s one of the important ones,” I reply before a bite of scrambled eggs passes my lips.

Ding!

Dragging my phone across the counter, I look at my lit-up screen. A new text appears on my screen to join the others.

Asher:

Good luck on your 1st day back!!! Hoping everything goes well and you get nice teachers!!! Take deep breaths!!! Dont forget to tell me how it went :)

Sophie (Boss):

Wishing you a great first day back, Becky! We’re all so proud of you and we can’t wait to see the great things you do! Good luck!

Robbie:

Proud of u for going back Ree. Keep ur chin up. I cant wait 2 hear all about it. Excited 2 hang out with u and dad this weekend back home. Love u sis.

Daddy:

Happy 1st day of school 2 my big 25 year old! I hope ur 1st day back is gr8 Boops. Good luck! Take ur time & ask ?s. Call when u get home. I want 2 hear how it went. Love u! xoxo

A smile creases my cheeks as I read the words. I hear his familiar voice inside of my head, and warmth radiates through my chest. It makes me ache for one of his hugs and forehead kisses. I swipe right on my Dad’s text and click on the space to enter my own text.

Thanks so much, Dad! I’m really excited, but nervous. I feel like people might know I’m the dropout… But luckily I only have only one face-to-face class, and the rest are online. I hope that you are feeling better. Let me know if you need anything. I can’t wait to see you this weekend! Love you, Daddy! Xoxoxoxo

The lecture hall is smaller than I remember, and less run down. Hmmm, maybe my experience is actually going to help me to not be so afraid and intimidated, I think to myself. After walking up several stairs, I choose an empty table in the middle of the hall. Students mill around talking and checking online course content and Snapchat. Their chatter fills my ears as I set down my violet backpack and sit down. I place my laptop in front of me, along with a fresh notebook, my planner, and my little bag of pens and pencils. As I boot up my new laptop, the seats around me fill up. It’s not long before the professor takes a seat at the table at the front. His graying hair is tied into a short pony at the back of his head. The class quiets down at his arrival, but there aren’t many of us in the cohort. Around 50 or so.

Looking up behind his horn-rimmed glasses, a smile sparks behind his thick gray beard. “Oh, don’t mind me. We still have a couple of minutes until class starts, and I’m sure this bloody computer will take that and longer to start up,” he quips, and my classmates and I reply with laughter. “If everybody’s here, we can at least start with introductions. Shall we?”

“I’m Professor Alcott and I’ll be your guide for Criminal Law this semester. It’s great to see a group of smiling faces eager to dive into the nastier side of law. I practiced full-time for around 25 years until I arrived at this university. I thought I’d like to guide young minds into the law world, and so here I am. I still practice occasionally when I’m not teaching. It fulfills my craving to be back in the courtroom when I’m not in the classroom. Now, who would like to go next?”

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

“It sounds like your first day couldn’t have gone better, Boops.”

“Yeah, I actually think you’re right, Dad,” I reply, sinking lower into the welcoming sheets of my bed.

“You don’t have to say it like I’m not usually right,” my dad jokes back with a weak laugh. My smile falls at that, wondering if I’ve ever heard a hearty chuckle absent from his voice.

“I-I’m not, don’t worry . . Are you feeling any better, or are you still having those um pains you were talking about?” I ask tentatively, worry and care sewn into my words.

“I’m okay. They come and go,” he replies softly with few words.

“Are you going to go to the doctor like I’ve been begging you?”

“Yes, Becky. I have an appointment for tomorrow morning. Just like I promised

you,” he replies with emphasis in his words. I try to find the fear in his words. But either he’s doing a great job of masking it, or it’s simply not there.

“But you cancelled the last one, Dad.”

“I didn’t mean to cancel it, Becky,” he sighs. “I made it and found it got in the way of work. I forgot to reschedule it. I’m sorry.”

“I know, Dad. I just want you to get looked at. I don’t want something to be wrong,” I say quietly, feeling the fear creep up my throat. But I try my hardest to push it back down, because I can’t let it in. I can’t worry about my Dad anymore than I already am. I have school now and my job. I just can’t.

“I know, sweetie, and neither do I. Everything’s going to be fine, my love. You needn’t worry,” my dad tells me in his soothing deep voice. The same voice that lulled me to sleep with bedtime stories, explained maths homework to me whilst I cried in frustration, and told me it was okay when I dropped out of law school. He’s always been there to tell me it’s going to be okay, and now I know I need to be the one telling him it’s going to be okay.

I just hope that I’m telling him the truth.

Madley looks just the same. But it doesn’t.

New shops have opened up. Old ones have closed down. New developments have sprung up. Patches of woods have been cut down. The city park has a new playset instead of the one I grew up on. My former primary school has a new addition. Roads were redone. New ones were made.

I made the drive easily, knowing it like the back of my hand by now.

But at the same time, it’s hard. Because I have this off feeling sitting heavy in the pit of my stomach. And I can’t name it, or make it go away. It’s been there all morning, and I can’t figure out how to get it to go away.

It grows as my footsteps sound on the sidewalk leading to the front door of the house I grew up in. Shoots of grass inch through new cracks in the cement. The daffodils wilt against the steps leading to the front door.

The feeling in my gut flares, making me stop. I take a second to look harder. The cream paint that’s defined my childhood home is peeling in places. The grass hasn’t been cut in a while. I can’t remember the last time I saw it long, and not neatly cut. Patches of prematurely fallen leaves scatter the usually clean walkway. The glass window panes on the top half of the door are smudged and dirty. I don’t get another second to look harder, because the front door opens and a smile waits for me.

Perhaps my favorite one.

“Hi, baby girl,” my dad coos, letting go of the door. It creaks before closing as I watch my dad pad down the steps and wrap me in a hug.

I exhale into my dad’s chest clad in one of his typical Nike jumpers. Letting go of my suitcase, my arms find their way around him by instinct.

“How was your trip?” he asks in his deep voice. His scruffy cheek falls onto the top of my head, and he holds me against his chest.

“Good, thanks. The usual,” I reply. I squeeze him and try not to notice how my arms go around him easier than the last time. I just try to find comfort in his familiar smell of the same laundry detergent he’s used for 30 years.

“Good. Robbie just got here. I’m finishing up lunch right now, it’s almost ready,” he informs me.

“Oh no, don’t leave Robbie around food cooking on an open flame,” I joke, feeling one of his large hands comb through the hair at the top of my head.

He laughs and mine echoes his. But I’m afraid that they’re both forced. Dad releases me from the cocoon-like hug, but not before planting a kiss on my forehead. The same kind of kiss he’s given me since the day I was born. Always the forehead.

“We better hustle then,” he quips, stepping to the side to pick up my violet suitcase. I smile at him and he mirrors it as he holds the door open for me.

“I think something’s burning!” I hear Robbie exclaim in a confused tone.

“How do you even survive on your own?” I answer, toeing off my shoes in the entryway. I push them to the side with my foot to sit on the red rug. Beside Dad’s white Nikes green from mowing the lawn. Robbie’s black vans.

“On microwavable ramen, hot pockets, cereal, and chicken nuggets. Duh,” Robbie replies, garnishing an eye roll from me. But he can’t see it.

The same brown plaid couch stares back at me a few feet away in the living room. My dad sets my suitcase down by the wooden stairs a few steps in front of me.

“You just stir it, you goon!” my dad tells Robbie, padding through the living room in his classic Levi jeans. “Did I teach you nothing when it came to cooking, or did you tune out that day?”

A Chelsea vs. Arsenal game plays softly on the telly. But its only viewer is the In-Fisherman magazine sloppily laid on the couch.

“No, I’m pretty sure I was stoned that day,” Robbie replies softly with a wry chuckle. My dad sighs and clucks his tongue at my brother.

“Any day now, Ree!” Robbie shouts to me. But I hardly hear him, because my thoughts are wound up in the uncharacteristic pill bottles I see on the side table. And the brochures that I can’t make out from this distance. I recognize a few as take-away. One has lots of words that I can’t read, but it makes my heart shrink regardless.

“Hey, everything alright?”

I look up and watch Robbie walk into the room. His pale skin the same shade as mine peeks out from the trendy holes in his blue jeans. He pushes his black button-down aside to pocket his hands. A familiar Marvel shirt peeks out from underneath.

Swallowing, my lips part, “Did Dad tell you what the doctor said?” I ask nervously, keeping my volume low so only he hears.

“No,” Robbie responds quietly. And I hear it in his voice. Because it’s the same thing I just heard in mine.

“Rob,” I mumble, looking him in the eyes. I feel something pass between us, and somehow I know that he’s thinking the same thing as me.

I look up at the ceiling, trying to will the tears away, but it never works. Because I’ve tried it so many times in the last few days as I worried why my dad didn’t tell me what his doctor said on Tuesday.

“Lunch will be ready in a few minutes. Why don’t you lot go and wash up?” my dad announces, and I nod automatically. But I know I can’t go upstairs and wash my hands in the sink that I have for the last 20 years. And that my dad does every day.

Before I know it, the fall sunshine is welcoming me back. I don’t hear the door close with a metallic smack. All I hear are soft footsteps and the sound of sobs leaving my lips. I blink and feel Robbie’s arms go around me.

“I’m scared, too,” he confesses, tears choking his words that echo my silent ones.

“I’m so afraid that he is, too,” I reveal into his neck that soon grows slick with my tears.

“Did you notice how he looks?” Robbie asks into the crown of my head, his lips moving against my hair. I feel his warm tears meet my scalp.

“Mmmhmm. He’s so pale. And he’s lost weight.”

“Yeah, and he tries not to show it, but he’s tired,” Robbie adds in. His chest shakes underneath me and I hear him hiccup from the crying. “I dunno if he’ll even eat. It looks like he hasn’t been recently. There’s like nothing in the fridge, Ree. We need to buy him groceries. It looks like he hasn’t left the house in days.”

All I can do is nod, and I do. Because the tears are too thick, and what am I even supposed to say? How do I put these terrible feelings into words, much less ones that make sense?

“I know, Ree, I know,” Robbie coos soothingly.

But somehow it brings me comfort to know that Robbie is feeling all of the same things and having all of the same thoughts as me. Stupid twin intuition or not, I just know. And at the same time, it makes my heart squeeze harder in pain.

“Kids, come on!” We hear our dad call from inside the house.

I leave Robbie’s arms and find his tear stricken face looking down at the ground. I brush the hair out of his eyes; the hair the same dark chocolate color as mine. His eyes the same ice blue as my own meet mine painfully. I swipe my finger under them to catch the tears. His fingers wrap around my hand and give it a squeeze.

“Let’s go eat lunch with our dad,” he mumbles, his voice still shaky.

I nod and squeeze it back. The same hand I’ve been holding ever since before I was born.

My partner in crime for life.

My twin.

“Go and splash cold water on your face, it’ll help. You can always say that I splashed soap in your eye.”

“Yeah, and how’s that going to sound if that happened to both of us?” he questions, pulling me by the hand into the house with a laugh. I make sure to close the door quietly before following him up the staircase. The sound of our dad’s whistling carries up the stairs and to my ears.

I savor it.

I never want to forget the first music I ever heard, and the one that never fails to calm me. Next to his soothing voice.

My daddy.

The rest of our day was better, but worrying about my dad was always at the back of everything. Silent, yet nagging. It interrupted all of the moments.

The laughing over a plate of home-cooked food.

The jokes and stories that passed the time of washing dishes.

The traditional walk around the block.

Our visit to the local library’s book sale.

Dad’s usual drive around town filling us in on everything we’ve missed.

So and so died.

She had a kid.

They got married.

They’re building this there.

That bloke went to jail.

It disrupted watching reruns of Doctor Who on BBC.

It returned after a cozy mid-day nap at dad’s elbow, strong as before.

It nagged at the back of my head when the phone would ring.

It sat in the circles of Robbie’s eyes when they locked with mine.

It filled the empty spaces between our conversations.

That question sat at the back of my head and in the pit of my stomach all day. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask it. Because I couldn’t confront the possibility of hearing the answer I dreaded most.

“Boy, you make one good pizza, baby girl,” my dad smiles as he stretches his arms to the ceiling.

I nod, slapping an automatic smile on my face. It doesn’t stay long when my eyes carry over to his plate holding the third slice he couldn’t eat. Another detail I noticed that’s unlike him. Because I can’t stop noticing them, and each one hurts more than the last.

Before I can stop it like all of the other times, my vision grows blurry. I feel my throat take after it and I couldn’t swallow if I tried. I lift my eyes over to Robbie across the small kitchen table, and it takes a second. But he feels me looking at him and hesitantly makes eye contact with me. He nods after a second. Watching the tears fill his eyes makes the first one fall from mine.

I sniffle out of habit and see my dad turn to look at me out of the corner of his eye. That parent hearing, that intuition. Heat rises to my cheeks and I hear my name leave his lips. Then he turns to look at Robbie and sighs.

“Dad, I can’t pretend anymore. I’m sorry, but I can’t. We can’t,” I say, my voice breaking at the beginning and staying that way. Tears shadow all of my words, and they only grow worse when I feel Robbie grab my hand under the table. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay because we know that it isn’t,” I finish, finally taking the next dreaded step. I look my father in the eyes and find in them the answer I’ve been searching for all day long.

His ice-blue eyes, the same color as mine and Robbie’s, stare back at me. They too are full of unspent tears, but it doesn’t last long. Soon they are falling down his cheeks stubbly with graying hair. His long, tan fingers comb through his hair the same shade as that of the hair on his children’s heads. Gray streaks speckled throughout fall from his fingers when he lets go. He clenches his hand into a fist that hits the table. Dad stares it before he lets it relax.

Looking back up, my heart lurches when his eyes reconnect with mine. Because I know what he’s going to say, and I don’t want to hear it.

“I have prostate cancer . . Stage 2. That’s all they know right now.”

Dropping Robbie’s hand, the kitchen chair moves back with a whine. I put one foot in front of the other before my hand is opening the door. My resolve falls when I reach the last cement step, and my legs can’t go any further. My butt lands on the step and I fall into myself. I feel the tears spill from my eyes and coat the legs of my jeans. Loud sobs leave my lips as my entire body shudders with each one.

No. No. No. No. No

No, not my daddy.

Why my daddy?

Why my daddy who had to put up with an awful wife for years?

Why my daddy who gave his children everything they wanted?

Why my daddy who gave so much to everybody else?

He gave so much and did so much and this happens to him.

No. Not him. It has to be some mistake.

I can’t lose my daddy.

I lost my grandpa and then Harry.

I can’t lose another person I love.

I can’t imagine not hearing his voice on the other side of the phone. Or not getting his hugs that seem to fix everything. Or hearing his whistling or god awful singing.

I can’t live without my dad.

Sniffling, my fingers search blindly for my phone. Finding it in my back pocket, I turn my head slightly to look through blurry eyes. Unlocking it, I press on the app I look for. My fingers race across the screen with each number. Then, the name inside of my head shows up on the screen.

Harry

My thumb wavers over the phone icon. I swallow and feel another tear hit my cheek. How is it that I haven’t heard your voice or seen your face in almost 9 months, and yet it’s the only one I want right now?

I close my eyes and feel my forehead return to my knees. Pressing a button, my phone locks with a clicking sound. My arms wrap around my knees pulled to my chest, and I feel every tear. And every thought.

Until minutes later when a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders and pull me into their chest. I let my head fall onto them as it shakes with a sob. And then another pair of arms wrap around us. I feel a kiss to my forehead before the stubbly cheek tickles the top of my head.

“I’m not going anywhere, kids. I s-still need to see you lot get married. I need to watch you kick ass and become a lawyer. And walk Ree down the aisle, and make sure Bee names his firstborn son after me,” my dad cries, pulling his two children into the confines of his trembling chest. Robbie and I laugh, and our dad’s weak one echoes our own. “I’m gonna fight this. I might need your help, but I’m not giving up that easily. Your old man’s not a woosy.”

Laughs surround our tears as I hold onto my dad and my brother. A large part of my small world.

“I’m not going anywhere, dad,” Robbie gets out with tear-soaked words.

“And neither am I, daddy,” I echo, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

I peek my eyes open and find Robbie on the other side of my knees. His head is lying on dad’s other shoulder. He reaches a hand across and intertwines his free hand with the one not wrapped around our dad. Unspoken words pass between us. After a few seconds, I know that the words we just spoke we promised to not just our dad, but to each other.

We ask questions and he answers. He’s known for only a day or two. The appointment last Tuesday was for a checkup like he said. They were able to do the biopsy later in the day. We cry into each other, feeling the same fear and pain. Uncertainties sit in the air between us as the sun sets behind the oak trees in front of us. The scene in front of me couldn’t look any different from a night of my childhood.

More than anything, I wish I could go back to one of those days. Ice lollies on the front steps sitting on dad’s jiggling knee. Him trying to get me to laugh. By his fingers tickling my ribs. His face contorting into funny faces. Or his imitations of characters I watched on the telly. His wrinkles and gray hairs gone. As well as his cute little beer belly. Mom calling for me to get in the bath with Robbie from inside the house. The Rolling Stones playing on the radio inside. Sounds of neighbor kids mingling with the music, as well as dogs barking. But we stay there and watch the shades of the rainbow paint the sky.

Although I know that I can’t go back, I let myself sit in that safe memory for a moment longer. Because sitting on my dad’s strong, tan knee in that 4-year old moment, everything was okay. And I want to enjoy that for a few minutes longer before I have to return to reality. Before I have to start living in a reality where things won’t be okay for a while, because my daddy isn’t okay. And because of that, neither am I.

I don’t know when I will be again.

My footsteps echo on the tile floor. Each one makes a sound with its own name, like in the Dr. Seuss books my mum would read to me when I was a kid.

Plop.

Klopp.

Dopp.

“Would you bloody leave already? I’m sick of seeing your bleeding face,” a voice quips from behind me.

I turn to find Myles following me. He titters with a smirk covering his stubbly face.

“Oh, would ya shuddup?” I return with a shake of my head, combing my fingers through my hair, but not much hair greets them.

“I thought you were done putting in these late nights,” he comments, his steps echoing my own now.

Pushing open the door to the supply room, I step up to the copier. “Nah, I still have sum stuff t’ finish up. Gotta prep fer my case that starts Monday,” I answer him, punching in my code on the touch screen.

A long ‘ah’ leaves his lips as he rummages in something behind me. Probably knicking some more of the nice pens before they’re gone.

“Well, I’m not a workaholic like you, so I’m leaving work before 5 on a Friday,” he tells me, assuming that I care. I chuckle, shaking my head at his pompous words. The copier sounds back at me, and takes the paper away with a woosh. “Please don’t bloody sleep here again. I don’t wanna have to hear complaints from the cleaning staff. And I don’t wanna have to pay you more than I have to.”

“I pay meself, ya cheeky bastard,” I scoff, turning to find him grinning as he stands with a foot out the door.

But his smile falls and along with it comes a squeeze on the arm from him. “Really, Hare, if you need to sleepover here I don’t mind. I know it wasn’t a nice joke . . I’m glad to see you’re doing better, though. Meaning, not as many empty bottles in your bin,” Myles continues softly. My amused expression falls when the seriousness arrives in his tone. “Yeah, I noticed ‘em, mate. Glad they’re not there anymore. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. Keep at it.”

All I know to do is nod. He returns it and I watch the back of his blonde head walk away. I sigh, picking up the stack of papers waiting on the tray. I grab the original and rummage in the drawers until I find a binder clip. I fasten the papers together as I take my time walking back to my office. It’s even a little quieter than a few minutes ago. When I glance at my watch, I see why. It’s 5 o’clock on the dot.

Myles is gone.

Amelia is too.

Mick’s office door is dark and closed.

So is Rory’s, to no surprise, because he probably went out for drinks with My.

Rose is still working hard behind her closed door that classical music trickles out of.

Pete nods at me as I pass him in the hallway with an empty mug. Probably on his way for a refill.

But another person is still here. I see him before he sees me, but when he does I follow him to the shiny metal sliding doors.

“Ya aren’t anxious t’ get a start on yer weekend like e’rybody else? Or did somethin’ in IT break an’ ya gotta fix it?” I ask, stepping onto the elevator.

“Not really. It’s supposed to rain all weekend, so what’s the fun in that?” Asher replies, stabbing a random button. By now, I know the drill.

Push a random button and we have that long to talk.

About her.

“Good ol’ Fall rainstorms,” I comment, and he nods silently.

I hum a tune as the elevator dings with each floor we pass. And he doesn’t say a word, and yet neither do I. Because the point of these secret meetings is for him to talk. And for the most part, I just listen. It’s a silent understanding by now, or so I think.

“Yer makin’ me nervous not sayin’ anythin’,” I say, trying to laugh and offset the awkwardness. But it doesn’t help. And neither does the distraught look on his face when he meets my eyes.

“I need to tell you something,” he confesses quietly.

“Well ya, tha’s kinda tha whole point o’ these secret elevator meetin’s,” I smile, trying again to liven up the atmosphere. But he doesn’t smile, or crack a joke.

The smile I was toting around falls, and my mind swarms with thoughts.

Scary ones.

Worrying ones.

Questions.

Worst-case scenarios.

“Asher, i-is Becks okay? Did something happen?” I hurry, the words tumbling from my lips.

“Yeah, she’s okay, Harry. I guess you could say that.”

“Well, ‘s she hurt? Did she get inna accident? Break a bone? What ‘s it?” I ask, question after question spilling out.

“No, none of that,” he answers, shaking his head emphatically. “She’s fine, physically.”

“Then what?!” I continue, prodding him for answers that he won’t give up.

But the last part of what he says gets me. It hints at what he’s about to say, and it doesn’t make me feel any better. It doesn’t pull a relieved sigh from my lips like I wish it could, but it’s not like that.

When the gleaming metal doors slide open on the first floor, nobody is waiting there. Asher doesn’t give me time to look if anybody is coming, because he presses another button. Now, I know it’s serious. Pushed another button for extra time. Something happened.

“Asher-.”

“She called me crying last night,” he begins. His voice is quiet and he sounds like he’s trying to keep the emotions out of it, but they’re heard in every word. “Her dad found out he has prostate cancer, and she’s a mess. I dunno how to help her, or if you could either. But I just hate seeing her in pain and upset,” he reveals, the words loaded and dark.

I feel my back hit the railing on the wall, but I didn’t know that I was backing up into it. Something inside of my chest falls and for the first time in weeks, my thoughts are flooded with her. And I’m worrying about her, missing her, and wanting to hear her voice. I’m feeling all of the things and thoughts I’ve done such a great job at suppressing for the last few weeks.

Now, I feel myself fill with regret at that because once again I want to drown the feelings.

Because I’m hurting thinking about all of the hurt and pain she’s feeling.

“Yeah, I know whatcha mean,” is all I can say, because how the fuck do I put these thoughts into proper words? “Did she say anythin’ else ‘bout his diagnosis? Stages? Surgery? Chemo?”

“It’s still early, she doesn’t know a lot yet. I guess nobody does. He only just told her and Robbie last weekend. She’s trying to figure out how to rearrange her life to help take care of him,” Asher explains. I nod because that’s what you do when you don’t know what to say.

I don’t get a chance to ask any more questions, because the doors slide open again. A red-headed gentleman steps off 17 and I decide to step on. Looking over my shoulder, I meet eyes with Asher. “Thank you, Asher . . I mean it.”

He nods and I return it before turning around and walking back to my office. Goodbyes past between Rose and I, her long blonde curls dancing on her shoulders. Thunder clouds boom overhead and seconds later, I hear the rain begin falling onto the skylights. It makes the sounds from another Dr. Seuss book.

Splatt.

Boom!

Dibble Dibble.

Dopp Dopp.

Country music pours from Pete’s office, bringing a confused smile to my face. But it only stays for a second, because my thoughts return to Becky. I sigh, twisting open my office door. I stop in my tracks when I hear my Fleetwood Mac ringtone filling my office.

But it stops, and only then do my feet awake. Rushing over to my desk, I drop the stack of copies next to my computer. Forgetting them and working on prep work for my case, I shuffle through the mess on my desk. I lift up papers. Move books. Toss pens aside. Rearrange folders and pads of paper. And then I find it. The screen is black as it’s cupped in my hand.

But in a matter of seconds, I awaken it and see who I missed a call from. The breath in my lungs stills and my breathing halts. My ass hits my chair with a sigh, and I wheel around to face the window. Angry storm clouds await me as rain falls hard against the foggy class. Tapping my temple with my finger, my thumb sits inches away from the screen. I debate whether to call the person back or not.

Why would I?

How can I?

Should I?

I don’t have to decide, because the voice of Stevie Nicks spills from my phone’s speakers. And the image of that person’s face fills my screen. Their smile. Their magical eyes. Without hesitation, I slide my thumb across the screen. And press it to my ear.

“Hullo?” I say slowly, barely loud enough to hear myself. Because I can’t believe it.

“Harry?” the voice replies. A question frames their familiar accent, but something else does too. Thick tears.

“Becks . . are ya okay, love?”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Coming Home (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt

Home at last after five months on the road. Roy finds himself with a small truckload of Amazon purchases and a mermaid asleep on his bed.

Fluff, sweetness, and a little bit of serious conversation.

Based on Instagram, it looks like Roy might be seeing someone, although given how private he is with his personal life it’s not 100% sure. If so, I’m with Danny on this one in terms of just wanting to be sure he doesn’t get hurt.

So happy that folks are enjoying what Miss Alyssa and I are up to as well! I can’t believe she talked me into collaborating on smut. Actually, I can, but still… Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt

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See you soon!

Home, where r u?

The texts showed delivered but unread, out of the ordinary for someone who at times seemed to be physically connected to his phone. The first was sent at LAX as soon as he had his luggage, the second moments ago as the Uber pulled up to the curb. Staring at it didn’t make the message change though, and he sighed before pocketing the phone and pulling out his keys.

Roy dragged himself over the threshold, heaving one and then two suitcases in before shutting the door. He paused for a few seconds, leaning on them heavily, before straightening and turning to move further into the house.

“Well fuck.”

True to his word, Jamie had gone ahead and picked up all of his held mail. His progress was blocked by the assortment of boxes, bags, and padded envelopes piled over the couch and coffee table, not to mention the small drift of legal sized envelopes and magazines spilling across them all. When he’d been ordering things from Amazon over the last five months away from home, it hadn’t seemed like this much…

Laughing quietly, he picked his way over a stack of boxes and continued down the hall, stopping to flick the light on in his sewing room. From the doorway, everything was just as he left it, dust covers on the sewing machine and serger and bolts of fabric in the corner. Being on the road and spreading Bianca’s hate was something he wouldn’t trade for the world, but he sorely missed creating.

Roy headed back into the kitchen in search of water and maybe a glass of wine. A couple of minutes later, he settled down with both, tossing his hat onto the table and resting his elbows on it. He frowned as the hat made an odd scraping noise - the snapback was plastic, and that sounded like metal moving on wood. Curiosity piqued, he set down the wine and lifted the hat to peer underneath.

The culprit turned out to be a long safety pin, one he couldn’t remember leaving on the table. His were gold-tipped and shorter, and he picked it up to study further. A silver crescent moon dangled off one end, a sense of familiarity tickling Roy’s exhausted brain. Where had he seen that before?

He stared at the object for another thirty seconds before realization hit. When it did, he felt his cheeks ache from the force of the smile stretching his lips. Folding the earring into his palm, he pushed up from the table and headed down the hall again, wine forgotten.

Roy paused outside his bedroom door, listening intently for signs of movement. Under the hum of the air conditioning, he could just make out an intermittent buzz. Grinning even wider, he opened the door and stepped inside, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light.

The flickering light from the candles he left around the tub bathed the room in shadows. Next to the chair, a pair of worn leather boat shoes laid at right angles as if their owner had kicked them off and simply let them fall. His extra charger cable draped across from the nightstand to the bed, connected to a phone clutched in a tattooed hand.

Curled up on top of the duvet with fingers tucked under his cheek, Danny snored quietly.

“There you are.”

No response. He tried again a little louder.

“Pussyface?”

The snoring continued, and he shook his head in fond exasperation. Moving to the dresser, he pulled out a pair of boxers and a clean T-shirt, tossing them on the bathroom counter. He brushed his teeth and dropped his dirty clothes into the hamper without any attempt at being quiet, but still no movement from Danny. Shrugging, he stepped into the shower, humming Loco’s song from Jamie. The hot water relaxed muscles tense from travel, and he found himself blinking heavily as he dried off and dressed.

He blew out the candles, turning the nightstand light on low. Danny’s phone screen came to life as he prised it from his unconscious grip, his own texts popping up in notifications. He wasn’t intending to be nosy (he had Danny’s unlock code anyway), but couldn’t help noticing the calendar appointment simply titled “Willow home”. Warmth bloomed in his chest, and he set the phone on the nightstand quietly.

Years of experience told him that dead weight mermaid wasn’t easy to move, which meant Danny would have to be woken up. Roy sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his shoulder gently.

“Pussyface, you’re on my side.”

Danny scrunched up his nose and buried his face further in the pillow.

“Wake up and move over.”

An annoyed grumble.

Roy nudged him in the ribs, picking up the keys and wallet that had spilled out of Danny’s pockets and setting them next to his phone.

“C’mon queen, I wanna go to bed.”

Danny’s eyelids fluttered, and he swatted clumsily at the fingers brushing his hair back but still didn’t move otherwise.

Time for the big guns. Calling up Bianca’s voice, Roy leaned over and spoke right into his ear.

“Adore, I want my corset back.”

That got a response. Danny’s eyes flew open and he sat up so fast that Roy barely avoided being head butted.

“Not funny-”

He had just enough time to register sleepy outrage turning into delight before Danny’s arms wound around his neck, pulling him flat in a tight hug.

“Willow! You’re home!”

Roy laughed at the strength of his stranglehold, giving back as good as he got even from the awkward twisted sprawl.

“Lemme up pussyface,” he eventually spoke with his nose squished into Danny’s shoulder, “I can’t breathe.”

As soon as he released him, Danny scooted over to the other side of the bed, unzipping his sweatshirt and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His jeans followed in short order, and he wriggled under the covers.

“Cuddle?”

The indulgent smile felt permanently etched onto his face, but Roy didn’t care. Chuckling, he climbed into bed and held out his arms, waiting for Danny to make himself comfortable.

“I wanted to stay awake till you were back,” Danny yawned, “but your rich lady mattress is too comfortable.”

“Gotta spend the money I’m making somewhere.”

“What about that guy?” Danny’s voice sounded smug and a little suspicious.

“Ummm.”

Roy felt his cheeks heat.

“Uhh huh. You barely told us anything in chat, what’s the tea? Court tried Insta stalking, but she couldn’t find out anything.”

“Well…I. Yeah.”

Danny pushed himself up with a hand on Roy’s chest, expression falling into something serious for once.

“Willow. You don’t have to, if you don’t wanna. Just, like be careful okay? I’ll stab a bitch if you get hurt.”

Roy swallowed and tried to put his thoughts in order, appreciating the sincerity but too tired to go into any depth.

“Isn’t that my line?”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

They fell into silence, faces inches apart. Danny’s eyes gleamed gold, mouth soft with worry. He studied Roy’s face, nodding to himself in some sort of satisfaction before laying his head back on Roy’s shoulder.

“Can tell me more over brunch?”

“Yeah. I’m not trying to not tell you guys-“

“We know,” Danny poked him in the side, “and I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

“Goodnight Willow.”

Roy reached over to turn off the light, kissing Danny’s temple.

“Night pussyface.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #fluff #canon compliant #doctor bitchcraftt

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ynkkoo-a · 5 years

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ur tumblr crusher here. glad to see u happy! makes me happy from over here :) xoxoxoxo

ah ! i stepped away from my inbox to make some gif icons, but please ! ur so sweet n cute, i just wanna blow u all the kisses in the world ! mwah ! i’ll hav to stay happy forever, than, bc i luv seeing u happy as well ! xo thank u for being so cute n sweet, please never ever change ! i hope ur days are oh, so sparkly n sm kisses r blown to u ! u deserve sm good things ! thank u for making me so happy ! please feel free to come talk to me all the time, bc i adore seeing u in my inbox sm ! i luv u luv u ! xoxo

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urwarriorangel · 6 years

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hawaii five-0

hey babes! so i would like for you all to please vote (comment) and tell me which two vday aus you’d like for me to write! the faster the comments come in, the faster i’ll get to writing (hopefully). please let me know what you’d like to see me write! i love u all xoxoxoxo <3

i got all these prompts from @rpstartersforyou

“Shut up and kiss me already.” (ft Adam Noshimuri)

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.” (ft Chin Ho Kelly)

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?” (ft Danny Williams)

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.” (ft Kono Kalakaua)

“I need you more than you need me.” (ft Michael Noshimuri)

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” (ft Steve McGarrett)

#hawaii five-0 #hawaii five 0 #hawaii 5-0 #adam noshimuri #michael noshimuri #chin ho kelly #danny williams #detective williams #lieutenant kelly #kono kalakaua #steve mcgarrett #commander steve mcgarrett #vote #pls vote

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ramennoodlesandnarusasu · 6 years

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A KISS NEVER FORGOTTEN

So, finally after 1 year and a half this story has finally come to an end. I just want to thank everyone who has read it, either on tumblr or AO3 or fanfic.net it has ment the world to me.

This story started as literally a one shot on tumblr and it recieved such lovely comments, so for those who encouraged me to continue this story thank you because there would not be a story to begin with if I hadnt recieved the lovely push of a good couple in the first go.

I would like to give special thanks to two wonderful people who not only supported the story so much but have become such important people to how i wrote and developed the characters from chapter 1 all the way till chapter 20.

@hotmessmuffin is the first person i want to thank, YOU ARE A TREASURE MY GURL! and i love you and you know that xxx thank you for always listen to me rant about not having time to write my fanfic xoxoxoxo you are honeslty one of my biggest inspirations to write because you are an increadible writer and i look up to u big time <3

@mzyaoifoxgirl and rita……. I FUCKING LOVE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS LADY RIGHT HERE IS THE REASON I EVEN MADE IT TO CHAPTER 20. so funny story I only meet Rita because she followed my story and literally wrote the most nice comments I had ever seen in my life, so we started and chatting and now she is my official beta…. so everyone thank this lady … becuase she has had to deal with all my bad ideas, bad grammar, worst spelling and even morexxxx so thank you rita honeslty A kiss never forgotten is as much your story as it is mine x you have been there every step of the way and you have helped me so so much xxxx YOU ARE THE BEST BETA A GURL COULD ASK FOR

and to the readers thank you thank you thank you thank you

I am so fucking shooked that this story even got read by one person, but here we are with A kiss never forgotten being read by a good couple of thousands (obvs including A03 and fanfic.net in this sum :P )

I am just grateful people read it, it hasnt been all sun shine and rainbows though, sometimes sever writers block stopped me for months and sometimes people were not a fan of the story, but in all honesty I have loved writing this story and it is just so cool that an idea that just came up in my head one afternoon has gotten to over 50 k words and been seen by so many people x wow

SO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo if you want to read this story it is now OFFICIALLY COMPLETE. i wont lie it is ten times easier to read this story on AO3 and fanfic.net.

THANK YOU AND MUCH LOVE FROM ME :)

and thats a wrap folks!

#sns #sasunaru #narusasu #sasunarusasu #fanfic #sasunaru fanfiction #narusasu fanfic #a kiss never forgotten #chapter 20: a kiss never forgotten #by:narutoandsasukearecanon

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joninibear · 7 years

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Hi! I love your blog soooo muuuuuch

Hey!! thank you so much dear

Yes I do~ I really like non!au fics ^o^ (idk a lot of them based on real moments, but I got tons of non!au tho!)

• Intoxicated (+ Sequel: Thirsty) (Non!au, smuttt, romance, fluff. Kyungsoo is out drinking with the other members but Jongin stayed at the dorm, Soo later comes home really drunk and decides to kiss Nini which is really appreciated by the latter ;_; smuttt follows :——) one of my fave fics ever)

• Playing Into The Game (+ Sequel: Playing Into Love) (Non!au, angst, romance, smuttttt, friends-with-benefits!au. So Soo and Nini are having a friends with benefits thing, but Soo has feelings for Nini… Nini is dating a girl on the side, but still thinks that Soo belongs to him and Soo is hurting from cuz of everything T___T The sequel is a lot fluffier tho, and easier on the heart thank god)

(^I know i’ve recd them before, but they’re my fave non!au fics uhuhu)

• Il Y A Une Première Fois Á Tout (Non!au, romance, lil angsty. Basically, Kyungsoo and Jongin are very much in love and are having a secret relationship..and then..)

• Baby Story (+ Sequel: Baby Story II) (Non!au, mpreg, romance. So imagine Soo getting pregnant *nods head vigoursly* yas yas YAS. and that’s the fic ;_; it’s taking place during their early years. There’s some cute side!baekyeol in this one too, especially in the sequel!)

• Hello? Come Home (Fluff, mpreg. Throwing in another preggo!soo cuz I can and I want to. So Nini is in japan doing some solo work while Soo is heavily pregnant at home and they have a skype call and it’s ;;;;;; did I mention they’re also married??????)

• Lazy Mornings (Non!au, fluff, romance. Morning at exo’s dorm, everyone is impatient for Kyungsoo to cook breakfast for them, and Soo and Nini are fluffy and gross;;)

• Untitled (Non!au, fluff. Short tumblr fic where Jongin suddenly crawls into Soo’s bed and asks him to make him food.)

• Secrets That I have Held In My Heart (Are Harder To Hide Than I Thought) (Non!au, fluff, comedy. So this is a fic where each of the other members suspects/realizes that Kaisoo are more than friends. It’s really cute and funny!)

• Touch (+ Sequel: Give Me What I Want) (Non!au, angst, smutttt, top!soo (sequel), romance. Soo and Nini are in love, but they’re struggling with how to handle a secret relationship..)

• Spaghetti Kiss (Non!au, romance, fluff, smut. It’s really cute, Nini gets jealous after Soo had done the spaghetti kiss with Kwangsoo on RM)

• Always By My Side (Non!au, kid!soo, fluff (!!)Obviously no romance in this one since soo is a kid(!!) but one day Soo wakes up as a 4 year old and exo has to take care of him, it’s just really cute ;;;)

• Thoughts: Pernicious. (Non!au, angst, romance, smut. This is on my to read list, but a lot of ppl likes this! There’s mental illness in this one, so do be cautious. Soo is struggling mentally with himself, and Nini is watching from the sidelines..)

•Drift Away (Non!au, a lil angsty, romance. So Jongin wants to be more than friends, but he’s struggling with his feelings and his relationship with Soo.)

#mariapendola #replies #kaisoo #fic rec #sorry this is a lil late..#and to others who are waiting for fic recs I'm working on them ^o^ they're coming soon~

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uhlexaleem · 6 years

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since this is my first blogpost on this account and 2017 is about to die, i’ll start off with the things and people that i wanna thank for that helped me a fuck ton lot in realizing things. but im not about that namedropping.

i started my january sprung on someone who didn’t give a fuck about me. so, lil bitch, i am happy u were there during your convenient hours and it made me realize that i deserve so much more than sacrificing my own time just waiting for your idiot ass.

feb. i was still sprung butttt it was my 2nd month in my internship. i’ll give this one to my mentors who became my friends in the end even tho i’m so reserved in meeting new people (my walls are high). i love y’all for the late night hangouts and subversive stuff my overprotected ass have been trying to do.

march. oh my lazy month. i didn’t fucking care about anything in this month and i wanted to just gtfo of makati stress because my first internship ended. i’ll give this one to my friends who lived with me in the dorm. makati life became tolerable and it’s all thanks to you who tried to understand my betchiness. i’ll never forget eating canned goods and using that communal microwave.

april. to my 2nd internship family that accepted my application even tho i’m fucking late and even adjusted to my time. i received too many mixed feelings from y’all from bitching at me because i’m lazy and watching riverdale in the office to being considerate because i’m such a sweet girl and male mentors lowkey wanna fucc

may. to my internship adviser who supported me and gave me advices coz duh for my indecisive self. it was such a time where none of my friends really give a whole damn fuck to my strivings because they already finished or about to finish their own internships. u were there. thanks for that anddd the fact that you tried to find ways on how to make me graduate on time. lolers.

june. my bday month. thanks to everyone who remembered or greeted me ig. and!!! i graduated on this month so… just wanna thank everyone who said CONGRATULATIONS.

july. wanna thank my sisters and cousins for late nights and drinking and let’s say it, smoking with me. i’m too lucky to have you all sometimes i’m thinking i don’t deserve your bullshit stories. but yeah i’ll just make bawi when i come back to ph. you all deserve my hugs and kisses xoxoxoxo

august. this time i got onto a fucking app again. my drunk gaming got strong, and i was just feeling my age. i am fucking 20 and i curse a lot. some of you actually became my friends that i still talk to until now, and it’s all great. one of the things i liked about it is that, i get different perceptions of life from random people, and my organs—like my brain, got stimulated A LOT. so thanks ;>

september pt 1. to my dad who gave me money after i graduated because i do all the household chores and i folded his clothes. not only for that, i’m also thanking him for being A DAD. nuff said. he the best.

september pt 2. to my lola who gave me money as well i’m so spoiled and tried to help me find a job in our local area even though i cringe at the thought of actually working with the same faces. i mean???????????

september pt 3. actually thanks to my cool but protective uncles and to my aunts who supplied my boujee stuff. what will i do without these clothes and shoes??? i’d also like to add that job one of you offered but as you can see, my cuteass was about to leave for dubai.

october. thanks to mom for bringing me to dubai YAY!! thanks for putting me first and all that cheesy shit mothers love to do. thanks for the occassional nagging. ghad ur femaleness. *insert eyeroll*

november. i dont really know who to thank so can i just give this one to my pretty-much-well-rounded-music-taste? in extension to thanking my PMWRMT, i’d also like to thank the artists who made it possible. (i’m so laughing at this one)

december. who else do i thank? ah, myself. thanks for living and having a kinda dirty heart and soul. they corrupted my pure heart so it’s not my fault at all. with all the twists and turns that happened, i’m still here. i know youngins are saying they’re “trying to die” as a joke. let me sprinkle that with positive words and twist it a little for a more dramatic effect. me, well i look for the things to live for coz i’m already d e d inside.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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I’m Scared (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt

Responding to the anon prompt: “Biadore pls where they’re staying in a hotel and Adore thinks her room is haunted and Bianca has to calm her down”

Sorry to be MIA for so long! Life has been a bit rough lately, and I’ve been focusing on my collab with Miss Alyssa over on AO3 to deal with things. Happy to write something light and fluffy. Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt

(If you’re not familiar with her, Madeleine Vionnet made famous the bias cut gown. Look her up - you’ll find the silhouettes very reminiscent of a certain BDR :D)

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Roy was dreaming about sitting down to tea with Madeleine Vionnet to discuss bias cut, cowl-necked gowns when his phone buzzed to life with a particular text tone. He tried to ignore it, leaning forward on an imaginary table to peer at fashion sketches, but the insistent noise dragged him to full consciousness.

He reached for the phone, cursing silently as he pulled his face out of the pillow. For once, they’d all been assigned separate rooms on tour, and he’d been looking forward to a full night’s sleep without any interruptions. Namely, he planned to spend an entire six hours without Danny’s aggressive snuggling (which he didn’t really mind), waking up to a knee in his back, being drooled on, or not being allowed to pass out because Danny smoked up and wanted to discuss the meaning of life.

The lock screen was full of text notifications.

[3:08] u awake?

[3:09] B???

[3:09] r u sleeping?

[3:10] wake up im scared

Groaning, Roy scrubbed a hand across his face and thumbed the phone unlocked, squinting at the sudden brightness.

yes im sleeping

The text went from delivered to read less than a second later.

i cant sleep

He rolled his eyes at the darkness, wondering why he couldn’t ever actually ignore Danny.

can u please not sleep without waking me up?

The three dots that indicated typing popped up before he’d even hit send.

i think my rm is hunted

wtf does that mean?

i cn hear voices

its a HOTEL QUEEN

Ten seconds later, the phone lit up with an incoming call. The photo that popped up was an adorably smiling Danny with Roy looking on fondly, but Roy’s thoughts at that moment were far less charitable.

”Oh my fucking god,” he rasped out, “you woke me up because you’re hearing voices in a hotel in a major city that’s full of other people?”

”B, I’m serious!”

To be fair, Danny did sound genuinely panicked, and he tried to soften his tone.

”Pussyface, you probably had a bad dream, just go back to sleep and we’ll talk in the-“ he glanced at the time and sighed, “in the morning.”

”But-“

”Goodnight, queen.”

He ended the call without waiting for a reply, which would probably bother Danny. He’d have to make up for it in the morning, but three nights in a row of less than five hours on a bus full of queens left him what should be understandably irritable.

Roy dropped the phone back on the nightstand, prodded his pillow into a comfortable shape, and settled down again. Closing his eyes, he hoped that he could pick up the dream where he’d left off. Vionnet was a fashion legend, and even if she was just a figment of his unconscious brain-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

”Fuuuuck,” he moaned, burying his head under the pillow.

Ignoring him never made Danny go away when drunk, and it probably wouldn’t work while sober.

”B? Let me in please?”

Sober Danny’s pleas sounded a lot more helpless, and he debated with his conscience for a total of twelve seconds before swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress and turning on the light.

”B? Please? I’m scared-“

”I’m coming, I’m coming,” he called towards the door, wincing as his feet landed on cold laminate.

He didn’t bother putting on pants - it was just Danny, and if anyone was passing by at this hour, they’d have to deal with seeing his bird’s nest bed head and Adore Delano tank top. Unlocking the door, words of complaint died on his lips at Danny’s expression.

“Get in here,” he muttered, moving aside to let him pass, barefoot and clutching his phone like a safety blanket.

Danny’s eyes were even bigger than usual, lips set in a frightened pout.

”B, I-“

”Save it for the morning, queen,” he threw over his shoulder, not unkindly, as he shuffled back towards the bed.

The expected footsteps following him were absent, and he turned to find Danny halfway between door and bed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other with an uncertain look on his face. Roy sighed again. He probably shouldn’t have been so short with him, but dammit, he was tired. Emceeing for rowdy audiences wore Bianca out, and he needed to sleep if she was going to be able to do it again tomorrow. Today. Whatever.

Climbing back into bed, he held the covers open.

”Come on, unless you’re sleeping on the couch?”

Some of the trepidation fell away, and Danny scurried the rest of the way across the room. As soon as he reached the other side of the bed, Roy turned off the light and waited for the rustling of sheets to die down. He frowned when an armful of mermaid didn’t materialize.

”Pussyface?”

”Sorry,” Danny’s voice sounded small from the other pillow, “didn’t wanna wake you, but I got scared.”

Roy resisted the urge to groan, because Danny would probably take it the wrong way. Instead, he propped himself on an elbow, barely making out Danny’s profile in the glow of the bedside clock.

“Get over here.”

He lifted the covers again, and seconds later a warm body tucked itself under his outstretched arm. Rolling onto his back, he let Danny make himself comfortable, head pillowed on his shoulder. Danny’s feet were cold from his run (it couldn’t have been a walk, his room was at the other end of the floor) down the hall, and Roy gritted his teeth as they hooked over his ankles.

“Sorry.”

”Go to sleep, queen. Tell me about it in the morning.”

Pressing a firm kiss to Danny’s forehead, he closed his eyes again. Their shared heat and the rhythm of breaths gusting over his skin lulled him back towards unconsciousness, and he didn’t try to resist. Hopefully he could sleep through the rest of the night and-

“B?”

Danny’s whisper sounded alarmed.

”What?”

”Did you hear that?”

Roy facepalmed. It was going to be a long night.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #fluff #humor #doctor bitchcraftt #canon compliant

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