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heavyhitterheaux · 1 month

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Got Me Thinking

Part 8: When I Needed You Most

Synopsis: This is supposed to be a time of healing, so you let Jack know what you had been feeling since the last time the two of you spoke despite how difficult it is. You feel like he failed you, but unexpectedly, a piece of paper is about to change both of your lives forever.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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As hard as it was for Jack to walk away from you that night, he knew if he had wavered for a second then he would have instantly changed his mind and went right back to you. It was a difficult decision for him to make, but when he really sat down and thought about it, it made the most sense. A lot had occurred within the last six months and knew that your anxiety was probably getting the best of you and instead of putting pressure on you by being in the situation, he decided to take a step back in order for both of you to begin to properly heal.

He didn't leave until you fell asleep and made sure you were safe at this point, he was praying that you didn't run off again.

He drove back to his house in silence and was surprised to walk in to see Kelsey gathering all of her things. Or what was left of them for that matter. Ever since he had gotten back from Paris and being with you, of course an argument took place about the paparazzi pictures when Kelsey finally confronted him and he owned up to it.

He loved you and didn't love her and didn't want to be with her anymore.

“Oh, I thought that you would be with her. I was trying to be gone before you got back.” She quietly said as she was zipping one of her suitcases.

“I was earlier.”

“Can we just talk for a second? No bullshit.” She asked and Jack slowly nodded before shrugging, because at this point what did he have to lose?

“I knew. I knew and I didn't want to believe it. From the moment you brought her to your show and I saw how everyone gravitated towards her, I instantly got jealous because I couldn't even remember the last time you looked at me like how you looked at her. Actually, you never have. Not even on our wedding day. Since then, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to compete and when Clay told me that you and her were just friends, I highly doubted it.”

“Kelsey…”

“Just let me finish. Please. I'm sorry for what I did to you and I'm sorry for how I've treated you overall for these last few months.”

“Hmm, more so an entire two years, but go on.”

“I deserved that. I'm realizing how bad I've hurt you and I started pushing you away so you going back to your ex is not surprising and I should have seen it coming. I just want you to be happy at the end of the day and I now know that Y/N is the one who brings you happiness and not me. I should have been able to realize this on my own, but it took me talking to my therapist and my sister to see how wrong I was. I mean I cheated first so I guess this is my karma.”

“At one point in time, I did see myself being with you for the rest of my life, but Kelsey, you changed and it wasn't for the better.”

“That's fair and I agree. I wasn't the nicest person. I just…. want this divorce to go as smoothly as possible so whatever you want me to sign, I'll do it. Here's your key back. And I wish the best for you and Y/N, jealousy aside, she seems like an amazing girl who loves and cares about you a lot. I'm sorry that I took you for granted. I know now that we were kinda doomed from the beginning because of what I did. Take care of yourself and take care of Y/N.” Kelsey placed the house key in Jack’s hand before grabbing her suitcase and making her way towards the front door.

Once the door shut, Jack had sat down on the couch playing with the key in his hands and trying to make sense of what had just happened. If circumstances were different, you would be the first person that he told, but figured that it was best to give you your space.

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You didn’t bother moving when you heard the front door open knowing that it was Tania who just got done her shift and had the rest of the day to herself which meant that she would be all up under you and not letting you out of her sight.

“Y/N, are you watching White Men Can't Jump again? This is the fourth time today and maybe the fifteenth time this week.” Tania said as she came into your bedroom to see you surrounded by snacks and Jack's face on the TV.

“I miss him and he hates me.” You quietly responded before stuffing another cheese puff into your mouth.

You were back in Calabasas in your house and Tania had been staying with you because everyone just knew that you were probably going to make a run for it again, even though you had said that you weren't.

“He does not hate you and I'm sure he misses you too. But you damn near gave all of us a heart attack…. again. I got on the first flight I could find to come and look for your ass.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Stop it. Stop apologizing. What's done is done. Now you have to start healing. Did you call that therapist that my cousin had recommended?”

When you were quiet, she grabbed the remote to press pause.

“How are you supposed to heal if you won't even try? This is not what you do to start to heal.”

“I'll do it tomorrow.”

“And I'm going to keep bothering you until you do.”

“Tania, I literally uprooted the life that I've known for like the past 5 years for him all to be like we need to work on ourselves before we be together how we want to be. Like what the fuck? You couldn't have figured that out before? In that regard, I'm pissed at him.”

“And I see why because I would be too. However, look at it from this perspective. He loves you enough to be honest and tell you that because he wants the relationship to be successful. We are all literally rooting for the two of you. I'm going to be here with you every step of the way. You can always call him, because what's stopping you? But… what the hell are you eating? Did you just dip your cheese puff in cream cheese and peanut butter?”

“What? I'm hungry?”

“No, that is the diet of someone who is pregnant.”

You looked over at her and rolled your eyes as you grabbed another one.

“You are literally so dramatic. I can't be. Already took a test when I was with Jack and it was negative. I'm just hungry like I said. Stop making a big deal out of everything.”

“Y/N, you have never eaten that when you're hungry so cut the bullshit.”

All of a sudden, a wave of nausea hit you and you then hopped up to run into the bathroom emptying the contents of your stomach with Tania right behind you.

Once you were finished, you stood up and brushed your teeth before splashing cold water on your face and Tania was eyeing you through the mirror.

“There’s a baby in there.”

“No there isn't and stop wishing that on me. I can't have a baby right now because that is only going to complicate things. It's not like me and Jack are exactly talking to one another.”

“Let's just take another one and see. I'll go buy it.”

All you did was let out a groan before rolling your eyes at her.

“Auntie Tania reporting for duty.”

“I can still kick you out of my house.”

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Jack had been pacing back and forth in the studio while staring at his phone debating on if he was going to call you. It had been a few weeks and he wanted to check in on you and make sure that you were okay, but he wasn't quite sure if you would be willing to talk to him.

A few people came with him to Nashville to start working on new music, but truth be told, he did it to get out of Louisville and to hopefully get his mind off of you.

And his plan was failing…. Miserably. He couldn't focus for more than thirty minutes at a time.

“Will you just call her already?” Clay asked while glancing at his older brother.

“If you keep this up, you’re going to run a hole in the floor and I'm not paying for it.” Neelam said from behind him as she walked into the room.

“I'll call her for you!” 2fo yelled from the corner as he had just opened a bag of cheetos.

“I don't understand why you're acting like this when you were the one who broke it off with Y/N in the first place.” Urban quietly said and Jack shot him a look.

“I didn't break it off! We're taking a break. Hiatus if you will.”

“Why are you yelling at us? We didn't tell you to do that. It seems like you're more miserable now then you were when you and Kelsey were a thing. If you could call it that.”

“Ew, I just got chills and not the good kind.” Clay confessed and Urban stifled a laugh.

“We needed to. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think it was important. She literally had all of us looking for her for hours and didn't even think to let anyone know that she was okay.”

“Still better than Kelsey in my book.”

“URBAN!” Neelam scolded and he held his hands up in defense.

“Just call her.” Clay said as he picked up Jack's phone and handed it to him.

“She probably doesn't want to talk to me.”

“Hmm, I wouldn't either after I left my husband, quit my job, and moved back home to be with you and then you break up with me.”

“URBAN, FOR THE LAST TIME WE DIDN’T BREAK UP.”

“But yall are not together though.” Clay said while taking a long sip of his smoothie as he was backing up Urban and Jack sighed.

“Not too much on my mans now! He fumbled a baddie though.” 2fo piped up with cheeto stained fingers as Jack shook his head.

“Jack…. I don't know who allowed you to be an adult because the math is NOT mathing when it comes to you and making decisions regarding relationships. Y/N is EVERYTHING you want! And you have your opportunity right in front of you! Go and call your girl.”

Jack didn't have a chance to respond as his phone vibrated in his hand to see that it was a facetime call from you.

“Look at his face, it's her!”

“ANSWER IT!”

Once your face popped up on the screen, Jack could tell that you had been crying and immediately asked why you were upset.

“Buttercup, what's going on?”

“Are you by yourself? Because this can't wait.”

“Give me a minute.” Jack responded as he left the room to walk down the hallway.

Once he was in a secluded corner, he asked you to tell him what was going on.

In response you simply switched the camera view to show a piece of paper and the section that was highlighted on it.

Jack's jaw had now hit the floor.

He had to read it multiple times to make sure he had read it right.

“Is that? Is that real?” He quietly asked and you got a dumbfounded look on your face as you turned the camera back to you.

“That was a dumb question. I'm sorry, but how?”

“She's saying that when I did it the first time, it's possible that it was too early and that's why.”

“Fuck.”

“That's all you have to say?” You asked catching a slight attitude because you were growing increasingly annoyed.

“I just… I'm surprised that's all and I definitely wasn't expecting this.” Jack said, attempting to plead his case.

“And I was?”

“Y/N, please. The last thing I want to do is fight with you. We're going to get through this.”

“There is no we in this unless we're together and last time I checked, we weren't. And keep in mind that was your choice. You left when I needed you the most and didn't even think twice about it. You saw that I was hurting and what did you do? Decide that it wasn't the best idea for us to be together even though you knew how bad I wanted to be.”

“Buttercup….”

“I'll talk to you later I guess.”

“Wait!”

Before he could get another word in, you hung up the phone.

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yaekiss · 9 months

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꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...

- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !

- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out

- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass

- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them

- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them

- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?

- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter

- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?)

- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!

- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind

- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)

- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

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gay-mooshrooms · 7 months

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I fear to stain your clothes with blood/Stain them. I don't care

Chapter 1

Look.

Maybe Wilbur didn't love going to camp.

Maybe he would whine, and complain, and annoy the crap out of Phil and Techno on the 3-hour car ride.

But!

That did not mean he hated it.

Sure it was far from the most enjoyable experience in the world.

But sue him, the kids gave him some small shred of hope for humanity that he was oh so desperately lacking.

It also helped that Tommy adored Camp Essempi. He had practically grown up there, been tagging along every summer since he was 7 after Phil bought the place.

So now Wilbur found himself in his dad's grey van, listening to The Artic Monkeys at a very unhealthy volume, while he could see Techno gesturing in the seat in front of him.

If he had to guess, Tech was probably monologuing about some new book he read or what he was planning for the campers or something.

Wilbur didn't really care.

Tommy was directly next to him, and his head was now resting on his shoulder, where it had been slowly creeping toward for the past hour, in spite of him claiming, "Fuck you Wil! I'm not tired at all bitch!"

They really needed to work on his swearing problem.

But that was for another day.

Right now Wilbur had to worry about how to stay sane with 2 more hours left on this car trip.

He debated trying to read a book he brought but considering the last time he'd tried reading a book in the car they'd had to pull over so he could throw up, he decided not to risk it.

Listen to Techno rant? Wilbur thinks he'd rather take the vomit at that point.

He eventually just decides to take the easy way out.

Turning his music down slightly, he lays his head on top of Tommy's, stretching the blanket he'd been hogging across them both, and letting his eyes shut.

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By the time he woke up, they were only 30 minutes away from camp, and Tommy was still dead to the world.

Techno had fallen asleep at this point too, his head lolling so his long hair fell over the edge of the car seat.

How he lived with it that long Wilbur would never know.

He removed one of his earbuds and was met with the soft sound of Here Comes the Sun drifting from the radio, Phil humming along quietly.

A few seconds later, his dad looked up and saw him awake.

"Oh Wil!" Phil said, smiling, "Didn't see that you were up. We stopped at McDonald's about 15 minutes ago and got some fries for you, figured you'd be hungry."

Wilbur immediately brightened and maybe grabby hands at his father.

"Gimme food," he said, with all the eloquence of a toddler.

Phil chuckled and handed over the brown paper bag.

"Save some for Tommy, you know he'll be starving when he wakes up, and who knows what that will entail."

Wilbur nodded solemnly, suddenly reminded of the last long car trip they'd taken.

A few minutes into starting on the fries, he felt Tommy stir beside him.

"Ugh, do I smell food?" Tommy asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Always hungry never satisfied," said Wilbur, which was not entirely inaccurate. Tommy ate like a fiend.

"Ey!" Tommy blurted out, his head immediately shooting up and his hands raising. "Just cus you're as small as a twig doesn't mean I have to be. Plus I heard Niki's running some of the sports stuff and I am NOT doing that on an empty stomach."

Wilbur had to give him that, Niki, one of his old camp friends and now first-year counselor, was one of the nicest people he'd ever met, but also incredibly badass.

She'd been one of Techno's favorite campers, and he, in turn, had been her favorite counselor, which meant she was an expert in most combat-based camp stuff.

She terrified Wilbur and Tommy alike.

Techno too, but he would only admit that to her.

"Fine fine gremlin child take your food," huffed Wilbur, handing over the bag.

Tommy grinned evilly up at him and began shoveling the food into his mouth like an animal, a raccoon perhaps. Or maybe a possum.

Wilbur couldn't help but grimace and turn his attention back towards his older brother and father, who, now that Techno had woken up too, were discussing camp setup.

"Listen, Phil," one of Techno's quirks, he almost never called Phil dad. "We have more campers this year, we're gonna need to buy some more stuff."

Phil shook his head, "It'll be fine Tech. And if not, we'll go out and get stuff. And anyway, it's not so much supplies I'm worried about but space. I think we'll have to raid some of the unused cabins for cots. The last thing I wanna do is force kids to sleep on the floor, "said Phil, chuckling.

"It would be good for them, " Wilbur chimed in, "Builds character."

Phil laughed.

"C'mon Wil, let's not give them scoliosis too early on in the summer."

"As I just stated, character building."

"Wilbur I swear to god."

The last 20 minutes of the drive were spent bickering about random topics or singing along to Hamilton.

The latter was, of course, Wilbur's request.

But Tommy joined in too.

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The sudden sound of crunching gravel alerted Wilbur to their imminent arrival at Essempi, a sound that bore equal parts joy and pain in his mind.

It was at this point Tommy began bouncing off the walls, it was honestly a miracle he's lasted this long.

Usually about 2 hours in they had to stop for 15 minutes and just putter around a gas station.

Fortunately, Tommy had stayed up late last night with Wilbur, going over rules and his luggage over and over again to make sure he didn't forget anything.

But once rested, Tommy's energy made a full recovery, and as soon as they had gotten their luggage out of the car he was full-on sprinting towards their cabin.

Wilbur however, did not not follow so eagerly.

Unlike Tommy, car trips didn't make him stir crazy, but rather tired, lethargic, and dead on his feet.

So, grumbling, he hoisted his backpack over his shoulders and grabbed his duffle, before trudging down the path behind his little brother.

It didn't take long for his dad and Techno to catch up, his older brother giving him a small pat on his shoulder before moving past.

Phil on the other hand, fell into stride alongside Wilbur and started humming Dear Theodosia, one of his favorites.

"How are you feeling Wil?"

The words startled him, he hadn't exactly been expecting conversation.

"Uh, fine?" he said, with a slight question in his tone.

"I mean, a bit tired but nothing horrible."

Phil nodded, "OK. Just let us know if you need anything."

Wilbur couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him.

He understood that his dad meant well. That he genuinely cared and wanted to help. But this was not what Wilbur needed.

He never did well at the whole talking about your feelings thing. That was definitely Phil's department, and something he always encouraged in his kids. But somehow Wilbur never got the hand of that particular skill.

He didn't think any of them did really.

But he didn't say this, or anything remotely similar.

Instead, he just nodded and said softly, "Alright, thanks dad."

Phil smiled, laid a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, gave a small squeeze, and then he was gone.

Wilbur paused for a second, looking around at the slowly darkening sky, where the first glimpses of stars were visible.

He glanced at the trees, shaking in the slight breeze that was making him glad he wore a hoodie.

And finally, he looked back down the path, where beams of warm light could now be seen.

Wilbur took a deep inhale, readjusted his bag, and continued walking.

It was gonna be a long couple of months.

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dckweed · 1 year

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well hidey ho, been a minute. I've had a rough few weeks and I'm not 100% sure I'm totally in love with this part for Sugar Sweet but it's okay because i know it's building up to something. How are yall doing? Also, my requests are OPEN for any top gun asks.

warnings: mentions of weight and poor body image, but that's about it. this whole part is literally just Jake and sugar being oddly domestic bc for some reason the thought of Jake being a domestic kinda guy just feels right.

summary: you and jake have breakfast on a rare day off for both of you.

word count: 2,512

SUGAR SWEET, part two.

"GOD DAMMIT, BECKY!"

Irritated as you were by the man showing up at your door, and even more irritated by Pete thinking you could get along, you knew that you didn't have a choice. You couldn't afford not to have a roommate, not with the giant stack of over due bills piling up on the desk in your living room. You trusted Maverick's judgement about his character, he seemed nice enough as annoying as you had a feeling he could be just off your last few interactions with him, he also seemed like a pretty straight shooter and you felt like that would be good company to have around your brother after what your last roommate had been doing behind your back.

The tour of your home was short, you lived in a small three bedroom cottage, just three houses over from Penny, and there wasn't much of it to see. You had shown him around the kitchen, to the shared bathroom and had let him look around the second biggest bedroom that had once been yours, but would now be his. After running over his shared portion of the bills, and letting him know that you didn't mind cooking for him as long as he chipped in on groceries, you two shook hands and called it a day.

A couple days has passed since he'd moved in, and honestly, you'd been working so late the past couple of days that you hadn't even noticed him. Your brother said that he liked him well enough, he thought his job was the coolest thing ever (which seemed to boost Jake's ego more than it needed to) and he seemed to enjoy having him around, something you couldn't be mad at.

You were up early on your fourth day of having Jake as a roommate, early enough that you assumed he was already on base, because he always seemed to leave in the dark, early hours of the morning, and definitely early enough that your brother was still asleep. It was Saturday, he wouldn't be up until well after ten in the morning. It also happened to be one of your rare days off, and you were planning to go use your free membership perk at the gym, but not before making breakfast.

The kitchen was probably your favorite place in the house, it wasn't the biggest or the nicest by any means, but it had always been somewhere that felt like home to you, especially when it held so many happy memories of your father. Knowing that your brother slept like a boulder, you didn't have any qualms about turning on your bluetooth speakers and letting your favorite playlist play through them, singing along happily to the lyrics as you cracked eggs and drizzled oil on the bottom of your biggest skillet to start some hashbrowns and peppers together.

The smell of food is what woke him up first, the aroma of the peppers roasting in the pan and some bacon frying hitting his senses like a god send. Jake hadn't had a proper home-cooked breakfast in a while, and just the thought of it drove him to swing his legs over the side of the king size mattress he had bought and shuffle over to his dresser, that had clearly been your own at point. He shoved his legs into a pair of gym shorts, he figured you would find it impolite of him to go wondering about in his underwear in your own and he was all about being a gentleman.

As he made his way down the hallway, the music is what perked his ears up. He grunted a little, running a hand through his surely messy hair as he made his way into the living room, he was too tall to look through the breakfast bar slot without needing to crouch so he rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks as his eyes found you. He had to admit, you were quite the sight dancing in an extremely oversized t-shirt with what looked like nothing but panties on underneath, your thighs on full display. He had to tear his eyes away for a moment, afraid he was going to pop a boner as he watched you bend over to grab something from one of the lower cabinets, singing along perfectly to whichever song was coming through the speakers. You looked relaxed, he dared to say that you even looked happy, like you thoroughly belonged right there in that moment and something about that was insanely breathtakingly beautiful to him.

He could have watched you like that for hours, but he knew that would be creepy and that you would probably catch him at any second. Jake clears his throat, leaning against the door way on his shoulder. "So, Sugar, do you do this often?" He asks, hiding a chuckle as you jump and turn, your eyes narrowed.

Jake had scared the absolute shit out of you, but you weren't about to show him that. "Make breakfast? Yeah, every morning." You say, rolling your eyes. "Do you always walk around without a shirt on?" You turned your head back to the stove, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping along your cheeks. He looked good standing there like that, his entire toned stomach on full display, biceps too as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was a beautiful kind of man, and you could stare at him for hours.

"Do you always walk round with just your panties on?" He asks with a scoff, pushing off of the door frame to pour himself a cup of coffee as his eyes locked onto the pot that smelled like it was freshly brewed. You make a squeak of a noise and furiously make sure your shirt is covering your bottom. "How do you take your coffee, sugar?"

You glance over at him, watching him grab two mugs from the cabinet right above the coffee maker. You wondered how he knew the color changing star wars one was your favorite. "Black." You say, giving the potatoes and peppers one last stir before putting them onto a serving platter next to the eggs and bacon you had made. "And my name isn't Sugar."

"Woman after my own heart." Jake says, ignoring your annoyance to his pet name andbpouring himself a cup of coffee the same way before taking them both over to the kitchen table. "Also…star wars?" He opened up the curtains next to the table, he had a feeling that you liked the morning sunshine.

"Are you really about to bash me for star wars right now, hangman?" You ask, humming appreciatively as you set down the large serving platter before going to grab plates. You had made more than enough for the both of you. "Don't you usually go to work before the sun comes up?"

Jake makes a noise as he sips at his coffee. "Damn girl you make it strong.." He says, sitting down at the round table to your left 7side after subconsciously pulling out your chair for you before you came back with the plates. "I'm on standby most weekends, much to my annoyance. I'd rather spend my time on base or in my plane..but, i use the weekends for heavy work at the gym..don't you usually work every day?"

You set a plate in front of him with some silverware on top before sitting down in the seat he had pulled out for you. "I have a rare day off..but I'm working the Hard Deck tonight.." You say, scooping food onto your plate before sprinkling some hot sauce over your eggs. "So you're going to the gym today then?" You ask, rethinking your plans to go.

He nods, grabbing the bottle of hot sauce after you set it down to pour over his own plate, completely covering everything on it. You cringe at the sight. "That must be a guy thing." You mutter, shaking your head at the man. Jake only hums as he scoops up a fork full of egg and potato and shovels it in. You watch as you eat your own food, him already halfway through his plate in a matter of minutes. You take note of the way his forehead shines with sweat and his cheeks and nose tinge red. You want to laugh but it reminds you so much of your father and brother. "Spicy?"

Jake shakes his head. "Not spicy enough." You drop your jaw. With sweat dripping down his face and his skin red, how was it not spicy enough? He reaches an arm across the table and grabs the hot sauce bottle again, it was one you had made yourself, a recipe you had thought interesting. "This is good, did you get it at a farmers market? It's really fresh." He says, coating what's left of his eggs once more.

You can't help but to wonder if all that time spent in the thinner oxygen so far up in the atmosphere has somehow altered his brain. "I made it." You say simply, picking up your half eaten plate of food and heading towards the sink. You dump it down the garbage disposal and start gathering the rest of the dirtied breakfast dishes, washing your skillets by hand. Just as you're about to start loading the dishwasher you feel Jake next to you, setting his plate down on the counter for you to clear.

"You really made this?" He asks, clearing all the condiments and things off of the table. You felt awkward, not used to anyone helping you clean the kitchen, that had always been left up to you.

"Yeah, saw a recipe on pinterest and thought I'd try it out..Kai loves hot sauce, always complains the store stuff sucks." You didn't mention that your father had always made his own as well, which is why your brother complained about the store bought crap you had been recently putting in the fridge.

Jake hums while you finish washing up the mess you'd made, you don't say anything moreand neither does he until he thanks you for the food and leaves the room, you hear his feet travel down the hallway and the click of his bedroom door. You breathe out a sigh, wondering why you felt so tense and awkward around him.

You don't dwell on it though, and head to your room to get ready for your day. You figure you shouldn't avoid going to the gym just because he was going to be there, you missed working out and it's not like you didn't need it either. You're quick to change into a pair of spandex shorts and one of your fathers baggy old t-shirts, throwing your hair up into a claw clip before before heading towards the living room.

You're putting on your sneakers when you catch a peek9f of Jake through the breakfast nook window, he's got a giant tumbler bottle next to him, and a good five or so small tubs of something. He's humming to himself all as he mixes a bunch of it into the tumbler bottle. "Watermelon or Fruit Punch?" He questions to himself and you can't help but to giggle a little when he glances down at his white athletic shirt that clung to his upper body tightly. "Watermelon doesn't stain as bad as fruit punch."

"Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?" You ask, catching him jump in fright as you round the corner into the kitchen. You couldn't help but to think it was your own form of payback for earlier.

"Sugar, I am my own best friend, no one gives me better advice than myself." You felt like you lost braincells when he turned and winked at you. "Want a pre-workout shake? I have Blue Raspberry, orange, Watermelon.."

You cock your head at him. "Pre-workout?" You hated to sound dumb, especially because you worked in a gym, but you really had no clue what he was offering you.

"It gives you the extra boost to get through your workout, helps with recovery while you're working out..good for the muscles too if you buy the right ones, like me.." He said it so matter of fact that you didn't think he was punking you. "Caffeine, basically."

"...then why don't you just drink coffee?" You ask and it must have been a dumb question because he looks so bewildered. He slaps his hand down on the counter top and shakes his head, mouth open.

"Sugar, coffee and pre-workout are not the same thing." He says, almost offended by your question. "Has your brother taught you nothing?"

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "Okay, well, I'm headed out. I have to go to the grocery store after I'm done at the gym, text me if you want something specific..have fun with your Caffeine on steroids." You grab your purse and keys and head to your car.

It's already god awfully hot and you damn near cry when you remember the air conditioning in your car is broken as you slide into the already boiling interior. You toss your bag into the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, turning it. It makes a choking sound. Confused, you turn it again and it makes a wet cough type of sound. Hoping that maybe it's just because it's old and needs a few minuets sometimes, you turn the key for a third time and this time, there's not a single noise or sign of life.

"God dammit Becky you piece of crap!" You holler slamming the driver side door closed. You so could not afford this right now. You hoped it was easily fixable and were just on your way back inside to see if you could call Maverick to come help you out, or even wake up your brother and see if he could check it out, when Jake came walking down the driveway towards his truck parked on the curb.

"Who's becky?" He asks, glancing down at the car and then back to you before making the assumption. "..need a ride?" He unlocks his beefy GMC pick up and tosses his bag into the back seat. You're about to protest, not wanting to drag him off to the grocery store on his day off from work but he beats you to it. "Come on, it's not like i have anything better to do all day, I'll even look at your car when we're done at the grocery store.."

Honestly, you should have said no and turned right around and gone back inside, because this? This day was the start of your downfall, the beginning of your heart somehow totally belonging to Jake fucking Seresin without even so much as a warning and even more honestly? You would so do it all again if it meant you'd got to relive every moment of this day knowing full well what it was going to lead to.

@novagreen04 @t4medicroe @dempy @djs8891 @potato-girl99981

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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1. LA- Lizzie Who?

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Description: The one where you meet a known stranger.

This is part of a series, initially meant to have 3 chapters

Part 1 (this) | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Warnings: just comfort in this first part. Smut Part 2 and 3 - read warnings in each of them.

Word counter: 1.8k

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Credits: this series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here:

- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)

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"Hello, princess" - a drunk guy slurred pulling a red haired woman's arm. He was a pretty young man in his early thirties, probably 2 or 3 beers too many. She? She was beyond gorgeous. Her red hair was tucked in her coat, her feature framed but a oversized scarf and sunglasses - although the light was already dim. You were strolling down the street and noticed the woman when she got out of a grocery store a few blocks before. You swear you had seen her before, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Just don't, please " - The woman huffed leaving his hold

"Come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink" he grabbed her arm harshly and she flitched

"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you take your hands off" You said with a dry tone looking straight into the guys eyes. You weren't big, strong or had any kind of super power. You were just a little too familiarized with drunk heterosexual guys and knew how to speak firmly and make them retract into their cochroach lair.

"Há! Just mind your damn business, dyke" he spat

You exhaled. It didn't matter where in the world you were, there was always a new pejorative "lesbo" world for you to get to know.

"I warned you once." You rasped strolling down at him with a stern look. Yes, it was an act. You had no idea how to react if he didn't step out. But they always did -in the end, they are a bunch of cowards in a pretty skin.

"Uou, no need to get all Mad-max! Jesus. I just wanted to have some fun" He said throwing his hands up in the hair and retracting towards the bar.

"Thank you" She said shyly. She was caressing her forearm and you could see the fair skin there marked by a red hand-sized bruise.

"We got to stick together, right?" You gave her a small smile and pointed forward."My hotel is a few blocks down. Care to walk together?"

She took a sharp breath and looked into your eyes like she was searching for something. You again had the feeling she was familiar to you in some way you could not pin down. Now upfront you could she her dark green eyes and her fair lines with some freckles across her nose highlighted by her lightly flushed cheek. Her voice was sweet, and you could imagine how her giggle would sound.

"Sorry. I was just suggesting to avoid weirdos like that. I could use the company" You smiled softly and added "but is ok. Have a good night". You nodded your head and started to walk pass her just stopping when you felt a light touch in you arm

"Sorry. I was just startled. I am not use to... well.. people being nice" She smiled and shrugged it off " I would like the company, tho"

You chuckled and started walking "No worries. I can walk you closer to your place if you want to. Is not like I have something else to do."

"I actually live in the next block down the Ritz. I believe that is where you are staying?"

"Yep. That whole luxurious and extra pillow-y hotel. Can you believe they had 5 pillows for me? I am one person!! What can one do with FIVE pillows?" She laughed softly at your joke and you wouldn't mind to hear that sound everyday

"Actually, I am a pillow person. I need at least 3 to sleep peacefully." She said with a smile

You looked at her with a mock shock face

"I didn't see that coming... But that is my fault.. you do live in the nicest area of LA. I should have known you would sleep with 25 pillows on your king size bed with silk sheets matching you silk PJ and you little dog called Pierre" you joked

She laughed hard at it, tears coming from her eyes as she slapped your arm playfully "Ouch!" you teased as she kept clamping her belly over laughing at your joke

" I am sorry. People don't usually roast me like that!" She cleared a single tear out of her eye and looked at you with a wide smile " and my dogs name is Pheobe. She is a lady"

You stopped in front of your hotel. It was only 7 o'clock and you were stuck in that fancy hotel for at least 24 more hours after your airplane company canceled your flight due to over booking. You were not expecting to stay a few more days in LA after 5 days of boring speeches and farmaceutical propaganda, but you couldn't be annoyed by the delay now that you were looking at her.

"So.." / "Could you.."

You interrupted each other and chuckled. "Go ahead" you said

"Ahm. I was wondering if I could call you up in that offer? To escort me home, I mean" She blured out fidgeting with her coats button

"Of course" You said a little too excitedly for just a few meters more of her company "Please, guide us" you smiled at her and noticed her reddening cheeks.

You were not the best in knowing when a woman was a lesbian, or even when you knew they were, you could never tell when they were flirting of just being polite. But you were absolutely certain that she was a very much straight woman. A very much gorgeous and sexy straight woman? Yes. But straight nonetheless. No way she was flirting.

"What is you name?" She asked simply walking slowly besides you

"Y/N. And yours?" She blushed and looked down the street hiding her face from you

"I am... I am Lizzie" She smiled "What are you doing in town?"

"I was at a conference" You noticed the street got a lot cozier than the bar and party of a few blocks down. It was filled with high-end new buildings with a very expensive look. "Let me guess.... you work with finance" She spitted a high laugh and chuckled

"You have no idea, do you?" She looked at your eyes again as if searching for something and you just nodded back

"Hey. Finance is always a good guess when meeting silk-pillowed-rich people" you smiled

"Sure" She was looking at you with amusement eyes. Her small smile kept and she felt so comfortable talking to you.. Unbeknownst to you, it had neen a while since she got that comfortable with anyone. As a recent divorced woman, all her friends stuck in their own lives or lost to you former partner, she couldn't shale the loneliness away - until now.

"So, Y/N. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You smiled and nodded.

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"THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DOG!" You chuckled getting the tiny-little-smallest dog you have ever seen "I had a hamster bigger than that!" You joked taking Pheobe up and meeting a sample sized poodle.

"Don't talk like that in front of her!" Lizzie joked petting Pheobe in your arms with a silly voice "she is a lady! A very fluffy doggy lady, isn't she?"

You smirked "Lady Pheobe.. I will not comment on that"

"And you shouldn't" She smiled crossing the sizable living room towards where you suppose the kitchen is and yelling back at you "let her down and come here"

"Yes, ma'am" you said meeting her in the kitchen.

"Red or Rose?" She showed you two bottles from behind the kitchen island

"I am not gonna pretend to know my wine, Ms. Lizzie" you smirked sitting on the bench in the other side "Better rose, red has a little more effect on me than it should"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked tilting her head with a condescending smile that told you she knew exactly what you meant.

"Exactly what you are thinking" you two chuckled "now come on, do you usually leave your guest thirsty like that?" You moked lifting an eyebrow

She grinned widely and nodded her head opening the red wine "For that sassyness, I am going to pour you red"

You spent the first bottle laughing and joking about small day to day subject. About how you didn't know what to do if Mr. Excalibur (that was his name now) didn't stand down, how your conference looked like a fashion show and you were now in the last few drops of the first bottle, with you trying to guess what she did for a living

"Come on! Tell me!!" You begged

"No! I like that you don't know" She said hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass

"Christ! Am I stupid or something? I feel like I am..... OH WAIT!" You started connecting the dots. The way she seemed evasive when you first met. The fact she wore a sunglass when the day was already dimmed, the way she avoided eye contact with you or Mr. Excalibur... how she thought twice before saying her name... "HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE FAMOUS!" You opened your mouth in true shock...

"Famous is not a profession, Y/N. You still have to guess" She rolled her eyes pouting. She had enjoyed while you didn't know who she was. It made her feel normal and it made you trustworthy - you weren't spending time with her just because she was famous, but because you liked her.

"Writer?"

"No"

"Artist? like, painter or something?"

"No"

"You don't look like a high end athlete..."

"I could be an athlete!!" She joked flexing her arm both of you chuckling "Just give up!"

" Never..." you took the last swing at you glass and walked until you standed right in front of her. "Stay still"

You were just joking at first, getting close to her and analyzing every single inch of her face. You placed a strand behind her ear and took her reading glasses off. And then there she was. As clear as day. - Elizabeth Olsen. Your celebrity crush. The one you wrote about. You read about. The one you did-way-more-than-that about... How could you miss this? She was shorter than you imagined. Her dark brown hair was red this evening - she was shooting another Marvel movie, so that makes sense -, she had no make up on, so you could see her freckles... but no, you should have known.

She exhaled taking you of your trance.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" She pouts

"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " you took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin "And you owe me a rose wine"

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#lizzie x y/n #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff

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punkyarabella · 4 months

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You Little Minx (part one)

Summary: Mischievous (adj.): causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way.

Warnings: half-naked Sam I guess?

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It is a quiet day at the compound. Most of the team is either gone on a mission, or went home for the weekend. This kind of day is the only time where Bucky feels comfortable roaming the place. He doesn't have anything planned for the day, except getting a hot cup of coffee and finishing his novel.

After a few hours of peaceful reading in the living room, floating deep in his own bubble, Bucky puts his coffee mug in the sink, before turning to leave the kitchen of the tenth floor. As he walks by the fridge, he notices someone pushed against the side, trying to shrink against the wall. Turning his head, his eyes find yours, and he immediately recognizes the look of mischief in them.

"What are you-," you do not give him the time to finish his question before grasping the front of his shirt, and pulling him in your hiding spot.

Bucky's breath catches in his throat as you push him against the wall, pressing your body into his to make you both invisible behind the large refrigerator. The sweet smell of your shampoo tickles his nose, sending a jolt of electricity through his spine. He tries very hard not to look at your breasts pushed against his chest, or your lower lip stuck in your teeth as you try to stifle your laughter. Your small hand on his right shoulder is searing through his light shirt.

"What did you do?" Bucky narrows his eyes at you, accustomed to your antics by now.

You are fairly new to the team, and you quickly figured out that pranks are a good way to get to know everyone. Whether they are participating or simply watching it unfold, your harmless practical jokes usually put a smile on everybody's face. Especially his. To his eyes, you are a ray of sunshine bursting through everyone's life, a nice break from the horror and hardship the team deals with on a daily basis. However, Bucky was not prepared for the way your smile and laughter affect him, quickly becoming the nicest parts of his days.

"Shh, not so loud," you chuckle, and Bucky has to close his eyes at the way your breasts bounce against him. "Sam is currently taking a shower in the gym, so I took his clothes," you lift your left hand, holding up a bunch of clothes, as if to prove your point.

"And now you're hiding behind the fridge?" he raises an eyebrow, not impressed with your choice of hiding spot, especially since the Avengers compound is probably the largest building he has ever been in, full of nooks and crannies for someone to hide.

"Are you going to snitch on me, Barnes?" you raise an eyebrow back, defiant, and he shakes his head with the tiniest smile. "Good. Now, do you happen to have a knife on you?"

Bucky rolls his eyes, but you are grinning. Of course he has a knife on him. Three actually: one in each shoe, and the last one in his pants pocket.

"You gonna cut 'em up?" he nods at the clothes in your hand.

You are about to answer that, yes, you were planning on cutting a penis-shaped hole in the shirt, but the door to the elevator lobby slams open. Bucky can't hold his groan when you press yourself even closer to him, your whole body moulding his, but you're too busy holding back your laughter to hear it, or to notice his heart pounding against you. But you do notice when his hands find your hips to pull you even closer, as an effort to better hide, of course, nothing else. Sam yells your name through the huge kitchen, cursing repeatedly as he looks for you. Bucky is surprised that your hiding spot actually works.

But then you look up at him and his train of thought stops in its tracks. Through your eyelashes, he can still see that spark in your eyes, the one that could make any bad idea sound appealing, and your smile is devilish. You are only inches away from his face, so when you bring your index finger to your lips to tell him to keep quiet, Bucky can't help but stare, and wonder how they would feel against his. You're so close, he would only have to bend his neck a little and he would be kissing you-

"Ah!" Both of you jump when Sam exclaims, "I can see your hair! Give me my clothes back, woman!"

"See you later, Buck," you laugh and bolt in the opposite direction of Sam's voice.

You go through the stairwell access door, and a second later, a very angry and naked Sam follows you, holding a towel around his waist to maintain the small shred of dignity he has left.

Bucky is still against the wall, his heart pounding. He can't shake the smell of your hair from his nose, or the warm feeling of your body against his. He lets his head fall back against the plain white wall, and takes a deep breath to ground himself again, before letting out the softest chuckle.

Part two

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #soft bucky barnes #fanfic #pining #sunshine reader #pranks #sam wilson #funny #part one

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divorcingjimmatthews · 10 months

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general relationship hcs - jade x gn reader 🥰

just dumping some thoughts don't mind me too much. kind of a mix of s1 and s2 jade moods/vibes rather than at one specific point in time

if jade got together with someone while trapped in the town i don't think he would even consider it a relationship, he's still in a big "what the fuck even is this, this shit can't be fucking happening" mood

it would be more like, acquaintances with benefits, finding comfort in each other, etc, that kind of deal

eventually it would hit him like. am i neglecting my partner? can that even be a thing here? he'd dismiss the thought — he knows the best thing he can do for you is to find a way out

but since it's been bugging him, he won't say no if it's you who asks to do something more "normal", like going for a picnic or a swim and trying to relax

it wouldn't go well of course. he would try to hide the fact that he doesn't want to be there, for your sake, and then probably break down

"every single day that we waste not trying to find a way out may be the day that we die"

it just really fucks with him that people can act normal while their neighbors and friends are dying all around

he ends up leaving and you don't sort it out until you come back to the bar for the night once you've both calmed down

he takes your hand and he promises you that he'll take you to all the most wonderful places — once you get out

you're moved. you had no idea if he would even want to continue the relationship in the event that you were free to return to your old lives, and you were too afraid to ask

but you have to admit that you can't bring yourself to be as optimistic as he is. you've met people who have been here for years, decades even...

he gets where you're going. no, his method is not sustainable

but just the thought of a long-term stay in the town? oh, god. it's just unbearable to think about

you sit with him and you let him lean on your shoulder and you hold his hand. eventually he admits that you are right

you compromise. he doesn't see himself going on dates. it would make him lose his mind. but, he agrees to slow down

more sleep. other projects. setting some time aside to chat or read together before bedtime. making the place a bit nicer — he's got to know how to wire up some cute fairy lighting

you ask him if he really thinks that you'll be able to get out

he squeezes your hand and reassures you. he's not going to give up until you do. it helps convince you a little bit, too

you let him know you're taking his word for it, then. he's taking you everywhere. the nicest of places. all over the world

"just not any more small towns"

you laugh and repeat his words. just not any more small towns

#from epix #epix from #from mgm #from mgm+#from tv show #from tv series #from 2022 #jade herrera x reader

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devilsrecreation · 2 months

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I still very much believe that Sir Hiss, Kaa, Ushari, and Fu-xi should be a squad so have some headcanons:

It starts off with Sir Hiss meeting Kaa at like a Disney Villain bar or the House of Mouse and them becoming friends

They eventually find Ushari’s ghost slithering around and Hiss asks if he’d like to hang out with them. Ushari’s surprised they can see him but agrees anyway and they become a trio

Fu-xi has somehow found his way to the Disneyverse and ends up saving the trio (well duo since Ushari can’t get hurt anymore) from some kind of danger. Hiss knows the newcomer isn’t exactly from here, but he accepts and befriend him anyway because as Ushari once said: “Sisi Ni Sawa”

Fu-xi was the first one to figure out Ushari’s actually a ghost. His new cobra friend refusing to eat was suspicious enough, but then he started to notice that nobody even touched him. Wasn’t until Fu-xi went to give Ushari a hug (whatever the snake equivalent looks like) and passes right through him

When Ushari finally confessed, Hiss and Kaa were understandably freaked out, but Ushari assured them he wasn’t here to haunt anyone and got a lot of support when his friends learned about his story

Fu-xi and Ushari are BFF’s and no I will not elaborate

Hiss and Kaa defenitely have a thing going on cuz gay snakes am I right?

Kaa, Ushari, and Fu-xi HATE Prince John for obvious reasons. Ushari because he sees him as pathetic, Fu-xi because John’s a two-legger who looks down on serpents (to his credit, it’s not entirely false), and Kaa just gets bad vibes from him

They have all seen how PJ treats Hiss and he straight up would have died if it wasn’t for Hiss stopping his friends. Fu-xi has repeatedly offered to kill him since he’s promised no one harms a serpent while he lives. PJ’s admittedly scared of all of them, especially after Fu-xi tried to lunge at him going “HOW DARE YOU TREAT HIM LIKE THAT!”

They’re a bit more lenient and understanding with Shere Kahn. Especially, Fu-xi since they both share that hatred of two leggers

Shere Kahn: Those two-leggers are horrible. All they do is ruin things for us

Fu-xi: THANK YOU, FINALLY. SOMEONE GETS IT!

They all have some sort of role: Sir Hiss is the leader and the nicest one, Ushari’s the smart and wise mentor, Fu-xi is their bodyguard, and Kaa is the impulsive comic relief (or should I say KAA-mic relief—I’m sorry I’ll go in the corner)

Fu-xi has been trying to teach the others how to be more intimidating. It’s not going well.

I like to imagine Jormungandr from Ducktales hangs out with them every once in a while (when not in his stone form). He gives Fu-xi fighting tips. Hiss looks at him respectively (and by that i mean he’s internally going “awooga” at the sight of him)

Ushari was the one to give him a chance since the demigod reminds him of a certain friend of his (it’s Kenge. They both share the same VA lol)

Hiss, Kaa, and Fu-xi have probably met the skinks at some point. They think they’re downright ADORABLE

Kaa forgets his hypnotizing powers don’t work on other snakes so he’ll be like “Truuuuusssst in meeeee~” and Ushari would be like 😐

All of them had a rough upbringing but everyone agrees Fu-xi had it the hardest. I imagine after he tells his story about how his family was persecuted due to racism, everyone else was all

The reason why they’re all besties in the first place is that they all bond over being disrespected

Not only is their friend group like a support group, but they honestly bring out the best in each other. They’re better snakes now :)

#not me infodumping on a crossover that doesn’t exist #had to include jormungandr cuz he’s literally a world-eating serpent #i imagine the squad finding norse mythology fascinating #disney #sir hiss #kaa #ushari #fu-xi #the lion guard #disney robin hood #the jungle book #kung fu panda #ducktales 2017

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Hi I’m about to type out quite a lot probably so I’m sorry I’m advance but I can’t believe how sad, emotional and kind of envious I feel right now because I haven’t felt this way for SUCH a long time.

One of my friends growing up moved away a while ago and honestly we don’t really keep in contact much. We just kind of went our separate ways but still follow each other on social media. She’s not a Christian and used to be kind of wild and I definitely had my fair share of coming away from Christ moments during these times but anyway, I found out recently that she’s expecting a baby with her boyfriend and they’re not married but for some reason it made me feel like I was kind of jealous of the life they have together in some way? Even though I’m not and wouldn’t want a child yet anyhow. I then come across her instagram page where it was full of ‘luxurious’ type vibes of her and her boyfriend, the best fashion, this almost bougie looking life focused on looking good, getting the best pics and eating at the best places and whilst I know how fake part of this can be, I suddenly felt this urge to cry like I’m a faliiure etc and it’s made worse by the fact that my recent job contract ended and I found out that I have autism ; the reason why I’m constantly burned out and struggling more and I know how she used to basically call me weird (in the nicest way possible) but yeah, I think I just feel overrun with sad emotions like I’ll never be this person who she is and what she has in the sense that it feels like a tragic failing on my end.

I’m desperate for others advice btw if anyone has any too and prayer

I think mourning the person you want to be but can't be is something a lot of people do, especially during these times where everyone puts all of the best and most exciting parts of their lives on social media. And I think that's important. Mourning helps us to eventually let go and find some peace in our identities. Saying "I can't have this life and that makes me sad" will eventually lead to "God, what life can I have? What will make me happy?" We were all built different, so one way of living won't work for everyone, and sometimes, that one way of living isn't healthy for us, either. Maybe log off of social media for awhile. Try just a week, and take that time to focus on what you think God is asking of you, and what you think His plan for your life is. I don't know how much it would help you and it's geared towards younger teens so sometimes reading it as an adult is kinda eh (though idk your age) but I think Decision Point by Matthew Kelly might be of a little help to you. It's a workbook I was given in my Catechism class when I was being Confirmed into the Church, and although I didn't appreciate it at the time, I've really grown to like and understand the messages in it. You can buy it here if you'd like, or I could always type up the chapters on here for you and anyone else who may be interested. I don't know how much trouble I'd get into for that 😅 and I wouldn't be able to include everything in it because there's some cool artwork and crossword puzzles and stuff like that, but I'd be willing to put the rest on here

And of course, you're in my prayers 🖤

#prayer request #advice #please anyone reading this dont be shy to add your thoughts as well

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Frozen: The Night Before

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

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

“I am. Your friends are amazing.”

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

“Wait really?“

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably?”

“I’ve never been on her bad side.”

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

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

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

“Oh, that was so nice!”

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

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

“You know Thor?” You ask in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Thor.”

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

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

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

“He couldn’t stop looking at you!”

“He just got divorced!”

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

“What?“

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

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

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

“It’s not going to happen Cat.”

“Wanna bet?”

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

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

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

🏒🏒🏒

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

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mysteriesofmilo · 10 months

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Grand Unified Theory of Dwampyverse Time Travel

OK, so that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I have figured out a few of the rules of time travel that seem to be consistent across this universe. (NOTE: I STILL have yet to watch Hamster and Gretel, so some of these rules may be broken there.)

Multiple timelines? Yes, they can exist.

Alternate selves from different timelines? Yes, they can exist too.

Alternate selves from the same timeline, at the same time and place? Yup.

After someone points out that a timeline should not exist? Nope. Everybody from that timeline immediately begins to pop out of existence one by one.

Time loops? Yes. Peaches, letters, phone calls, days, and even entire lives can be time loops.

Erasure from existence? Yup, that happens too. Although it's not necessarily permanent ;)

Existing outside the time loops? If you are a time traveler or otherwise protected from time waves, yes.

And two special cases that I've talked about before, but they bear repeating here:

The Time Traveler Bermuda Triangle. One famous (former) resident of Danville in 1875 was Xavier Onassis. Onassis was likely originally an employee of the B.O.T.T. (as were all the other residents there), but after getting stuck in 1875, he somehow managed to either fix up his time machine or create a new one. He used it in the spot where it currently sits in what is now the Danville Museum. He knew what corn dogs were when he talked to Future!Candace because corn dogs were invented somewhere around the 1920s-30s, long before he was born. Why he would stick around just for corn dogs is beyond me though.

Side note #1: I believe the reason why so many time travelers decided to stay in 1875 is because Mr. Block wasn't exactly the nicest boss ever.

Side note #2: If Danville was populated entirely by Sheriff Murphy and time travelers in 1875, that means everyone whose family lived there for the last few generations can quite literally trace their roots Back to the Future. This means that, by inventing time travel, Doofenshmirtz inadvertently created the entire city of Danville.

Now, I mentioned earlier that "lives can be time loops." This refers to a theory by the legendary Jonathan from Phineas Flynn's Law / The 2nd Dimension on YouTube. Basically, this theory states that Professor Timenshmirtz's entire life is a time loop. This explains how both of his parents failed to show up for his birth: because he was never born. He just showed up in the hospital one day as a baby and was picked up by the doctor. How did he get there? He would have had to have time traveled, that's for sure, but he also would have had to have been hit with his old Babe-inator. Why would he do this? Probably because of an accident, because no way would he do it on purpose!

That's all I could think of right now. But I'll make sure to update this post if and when I think of more!

#phineas and ferb #pnf #mml #milo murphy's law #time travel #grand unified theory

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rowanaelinn · 2 years

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Tied Me To You - Chapter Three: August

Masterlist

A story co-written with the great @morganofthewildfire

Warning: Use of alcohol, language, NSFW / Word Count: 6,800

Doranelle, 1966

The sand was hot beneath his feet as he ran toward the corner of their makeshift court, just managing to hit the ball before it hit the ground, setting it up for Lorcan to hit it back over the net.

Rowan had never considered himself a volleyball person, but they’d found a ball in the makeshift “activity center” at the rundown hotel and here they were.

It certainly wasn’t the nicest place out on the coast of Doranelle, the giant resort right next door proved that immediately, but it was perfect for their quick vacation to celebrate high school graduation. Neither he nor any of his friends had any real money of their own yet, without any real plans to go to college either. He and Lorcan had picked up construction jobs for when they got back, and Fenrys was going to be working at some car place.

Connall was the only one going to college, the academic one of the group.

Rowan’s parents had floated the idea of him going, but were supportive of what he really wanted to do. He wanted to open a restaurant, at some point. But that was for the future, now was just a time to relax. Probably the last time he’d be able to for a while.

On his parents’ dime no less.

“Rowan!” Lorcan called out and Rowan darted forward, getting the ball again as it crossed over the net right in front of him. Connall got it with ease on the other side, and Rowan hurried back into position to return the ball.

It was almost like sword fighting, back and forth, back and forth. He hadn’t thought about that in awhile, hadn’t thought about the only person he’d ever “sword fought” with. Something heavy settled in his gut and he forced his thoughts away, back to the game at hand.

There was no use dwelling on the past.

He and Lorcan ended up winning that round 21-17, and Rowan had wanted to pause for a water break, but Fenrys was a sore loser and insisted on an immediate rematch. Though the time he took flirting with a girl across the beach was plenty of time for Rowan to get some water, but instead he was standing there under the blazing hot sun, a frown on his face.

His friends liked to make fun of him saying he was an old man trapped in an eighteen year old’s body, with his silvery hair being the giveaway that he really was closer to eighty.

He was stoic that was all.

Nothing wrong with that. He just didn’t see as much in the world to smile about, it was just how it was. Though his friends hadn’t had to deal with the sheer disillusionment Rowan had, their lives had been normal.

Though his had too; he had a loving family, a nice home, a good education, everything he could ask for. But someone else he’d known hadn’t.

He frowned again, wiping at his forehead, sweat coming away on his fingers. He’d need to go take a swim after this match, cool off a bit.

Fenrys had chosen this destination for their trip, for the sole purpose of doing what he was doing already, strutting around shirtless and finding bikini clad girls to flirt with. Rowan didn’t really want to be involved in those antics.

In fact, he’d really only had one or two girlfriends throughout all of high school, and short flings too really. No one he’d ever thought of… marrying. Marrying, gods he really was an old man.

But it was true. He never saw the point of dating just to date. He wanted to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted their connection to be meaningful.

It hadn’t happened yet, but he hoped it would soon. It was customary after all. He would find a good, nice wife, and provide for her, protect her. Love her.

“Okay,” Fenrys said, finally getting into position. “We’re going to beat your asses this time,” he added, a challenging grin on his face, and Rowan rolled his eyes. But sure enough, the twins started with a spike that sent him crashing into the ground to try and keep the ball from landing in the sand. He skidded across said sand, coating his sweaty limbs in it as he successfully hit the ball away toward Lorcan. But he struggled to get back up in time, and Connall hit it right back over, costing them a point.

Rowan cursed as he slowly pushed himself to a stand, glancing out across the beach as he tried to wipe some sand off of him. But he stopped dead in his tracks, his face drained of all color.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

He must’ve hit his head too hard or something, must be seeing visions, because this couldn’t be the real world. Because she couldn’t be here.

She was older now, an adult just like him. She looked a lot different than he’d seen her last, her golden hair down in a single waist length braid instead of loose and unruly. Taller than she had been at eight years old, obviously, and her body. Clad in a dark green bikini, her curves were clear, and his mouth suddenly felt drier than the sand he was walking on.

But despite these differences, she still had that same grin, those same bright, beautiful eyes as she laughed with the two girls with her.

Aelin Galathynius had changed in a lot of ways, but it was undoubtedly and inconceivably … her.

He blinked, and when his eyes opened she was still there. He could almost hear her laugh as she was thrown over her friend’s shoulder, trying to break free before she was tossed into the sea.

The corner of his mouth tipped up as she rose from the water, and he damned himself for being so far. But even from the other side of the beach, Aelin looked magnificent as she yelled at her friends.

Eleven years, not a word spoken to her, and yet Rowan felt as if nothing had changed.

His heart clenched painfully, his lungs tight as he stared after her, not knowing what to do, what to say. She was right there, so close yet so far. Did she even remember him? What would he even say?

“Rowan!” Lorcan’s sharp voice cut through his foggy thoughts, and he blinked up at the other boy, realizing he’d been standing staring off into apparent space for who knows how long. “You good?”

He cleared his throat, trying to tear his eyes away from Aelin. It was impossible though; just like back then, she was completely magnetizing.

Her skin was fair, perfect and unmarked from what he could see. Different than the last time he’d seen her, when her face had been bruised. That day, he’d acted as if this was a good thing. Something amusing that he wanted too.

How naive had he been. And useless. Utterly useless.

“Whitethorn,” his friend snapped, which made Rowan look away.

He didn’t deserve a second chance with Aelin, not when he hadn’t been able to care for her properly. She looked happy, and if this was really how she felt, he didn’t wish to be a reminder of her past.

So he’d stay away. Maybe this was a blessing from the Gods, a sign that he should stop worrying over her and how she was. Aelin was fine and he could… move on.

“Sorry,” he shook his head, trying to get rid of the thousands of thoughts hitting him all at once. Every single one of them about the blonde beauty at the other side of the beach.

“What’s up with you?” Lorcan asked, throwing a glance at where Rowan had been staring at.

“Nothing,” Rowan said, passing a hand through his hair. “Are we playing or what?”

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Hours passed and Rowan couldn’t get her out of his head. She’d disappeared after that brief moment on the beach, and he hadn’t seen her since, but the image of her smiling was stamped in his brain.

He dragged a hand down his face before roughly pulling it through his hair, walking down the path back to the beach from the hotel. Fenrys had found them all some drinks, and had organized a bonfire with a bunch of other people he’d met during the day.

Rowan didn’t know when he’d found the time for that, but he wasn’t surprised. He’d just been tasked with grabbing another volleyball, just in case more people wanted to play. Apparently that’s all Fenrys thought he could handle.

Or at least, wanted to handle. Which was fair enough.

But he cursed quietly when he reached the beach, the moon shimmering over the water. There were people, a lot of people. When has Fenrys had time to do this?

Maybe he could just… give Lorcan the ball and discreetly run away back into their shared room. Before one of the twins could see him there. He could fake a little food poisoning. Crowds weren’t Rowan’s scene. He didn’t hate them, per se. It was just harder for him to feel comfortable when more than five people were around him.

Too much visual information, too many noises, too many accidental touches. That hardly was his cup of tea.

His plans sank faster than the Titanic when the blonde twin waved widely at him, making him sign to join him and whoever he was talking to. In the dark, Rowan couldn’t really make out anything else than Fenrys’ familiar features with three feminine silhouettes.

Right. As ambitious as Fenrys was, even three women was too much for him. Rowan was painfully aware of his friend’s plans for the two weeks to come.

He wanted to find Rowan some… No, the words were too crude for Rowan to even think about them. Let’s just say, his friends didn’t truly approve of his plans to not sleep around and focus on finding The One.

The one he’d spend his life with. Why should he have interest for women he’d never see again after a shared night? Maybe this worked for his friends but Rowan needed more.

He sighed. It was only their first night here, and even if he managed to escape this little staging tonight, Fenrys would only follow the same pattern the next night. And the one after.

He never learned, or even listened to what Rowan wanted, too caught up in the allure of being young to stop and think about the consequences. Whatever, that was his own decision, Rowan just didn’t want to keep getting dragged into it.

Nevertheless, Rowan trudged over to where his friend stood, glancing over at the rest of the crowd apprehensively instead of looking at him. To his detriment apparently, as an all too familiar voice called -

“Rowan?” He froze in his place, eyes wide. “Rowan Whitethorn?”

His heart pounding in his chest, he looked up, meeting those turquoise and gold eyes that had haunted his dreams for eleven years. Even in the dark, lit up only by the bonfire’s flames, they were stunning. Her face, on the other hand, was ashen, like she’d seen a ghost.

He supposed he was a ghost really, some figment of a forgotten childhood. One she’d likely put in the effort to forget. He felt sick to his stomach.

“It is you,” Aelin said quietly, before breaking out into a smile. She stepped forward, away from Fenrys and the two girls he now recognized as the ones she was with earlier. And then she was running and jumping at him, forcing him to catch her in a hug. Rowan stumbled back a step but held on tight, not being able to resist resting his head in her neck, breathing her in.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and her slim arms around his neck as she laughed or cried, he wasn’t sure what she was doing, into the crook of his neck.

He held her around the waist, for support only. There was no other reason why he laid his palms flat on her skin and slightly pushed her body more into his.

He couldn’t believe it. Aelin was there, she was right there, and she didn’t hate him. This made no sense, and yet, Rowan pushed all these thoughts away to focus on the woman in his arms.

Because that was what she was now, a woman. Not a little girl anymore. For years, he’d tried to imagine what she would look like as she grew up, but memory was tricky. The longer they spent apart, the blurrier her face turned into his mind until the only thing he could vively remember were those deep, blue eyes and long golden strand of hair.

“No way!” she cried into him some more. Or maybe it was a laugh? She pulled back a little, allowing him a glimpse at her face. Her cheeks were wet with tears but what struck him was her smile. It was wide and shiny and utterly… perfect.

She was laughing and crying, both at the same time. He couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him. This was such an Aelin thing to do.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, still wrapped around his body. She didn’t seem eager to let go and… he wasn’t either. For purely selfish reasons, he’d allow himself a few more seconds in contact with her skin.

And with the way she was dressed, there was no trouble touching her. He damned himself for looking, she was Aelin. The girl he’d played with when they were children. But she looked beautiful tonight, the fire reflecting golden on her skin.

She was only wearing a bikini top, a red one that he couldn’t quite look away from and her hips were covered by a short pair of denim shorts. Every other girl was dressed the same way, or only in their swimsuits.

The guys weren’t covered much more either. They all were in swimsuits, and Rowan was the only one wearing a shirt here.

He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from here to look into her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing.”

She rolled his eyes and let go of his waist, her feet back on the ground. He mourned her warmth, her scent and her touch. But he was nothing if not a gentleman, his mother wouldn’t have raised him any other way, so the moment she broke contact, he didn’t try to seek it again.

Yet his face was on fire, a blush spreading across his cheeks like he was a young gangly thirteen year old.

Another arm plopped around his shoulders casually, and he looked to his right to see Fenrys smiling at Aelin, his flirting smile.

“You know this fine woman, Rowan?” He asked, and Rowan couldn’t help but frown. Especially when he winked at her.

But Aelin just raised a brow at the other boy, “Are you two friends?”

Rowan winced. He did appreciate Fenrys’ friendship, but he also considered denying ever knowing the man. Especially when he looked at Aelin that way.

“I’m his oldest friend,” the blonde affirmed, which made Aelin’s brows shoot up.

Rowan shook his head at Aelin, denying Fenrys’ claim but he didn’t have time to open his mouth before Aelin did, “You are? That’s so interesting, when did you two meet?”

Could Fenrys not read the sarcasm in her voice and see it all over her face? “At the young age of ten, I’ve been in his little posh life ever since. I’m working on having him man up a little.” He winked at Aelin while patting Rowan’s chest.

“Wow that’s impressive,” she said, with fake enthusiasm. “I’ve always wondered, what was Rowan’s favorite color as a child?”

Fenrys scoffed goodnaturedly, like the question was easy. But Rowan cringed as the other boy said confidently, “green, of course. What else would it be?”

It was his favorite color now, he was wearing green now for gods’ sakes. But before, it’d actually been -

“Yellow,” Aelin said, a small smirk on her face. “His favorite color was yellow. Because he liked the way the sun streamed through the trees in his yard, and used to stare at it while he was waiting for me to come over every day.”

Fenrys looked shocked, and Rowan couldn’t blame him. He’d never mentioned her before, not sure how to approach the subject. But he also felt a small sense of satisfaction at how much satisfaction she got from putting Fenrys in his place. Almost claiming him in a way.

“And before you ask again,” Aelin continued, crossing her arms. Her two friends had gone off somewhere, leaving her alone. “No, I don’t want to go find someplace more private.” Rowan’s stomach dropped at the implication. Even if she was clearly turning the offer down. “Do you even know my name? You forgot to ask in the two seconds we were talking.”

“I -“ Fenrys started to say, looking like a deer in headlights. An awkward silence formed, the girl who’d held his heart for far too long arching a single blonde brow. But the other blonde didn’t know how to answer.

“Aelin,” Rowan interrupted, giving him a reprieve. Her name was like honey on his tongue. “Her name is Aelin.”

She looked back at him then, her expression unreadable. Fenrys just mumbled something under his breath before meandering away in defeat. Off to try and get in someone else’s pants no doubt.

Rowan didn’t care, he was too lost in her eyes.

And then her beautiful face melted into a smile. It was a secret one, a fond one, and his heart clenched at the sight.

“Hi, Rowan,” she said, quieter. “Long time no see.” Her eyes left his to glance at him properly, and his own cheeks heated as she blushed, though she tried to hide it, her smile turning cocky. “You’ve… changed.”

He let his eyes look at her then, truly look at her. She’d just done it… That meant he could too, right? His cheeks turned hotter than the fire as he took in every single of her soft curves, the one she definitely didn’t have years ago.

He swallowed, forcing his eyes back up to Aelin’s only to find her as flushed as he felt. They both let out a chuckle at the same time, almost breathing in the same air after being apart for so long. “You’re one to talk.”

“I- Uhm, I was gonna grab something to drink,” she said, still with that smile on her face as she pointed to a table with drinks behind her. “You want something?”

“Let me grab that for you, yeah?” he said, not really giving her a chance to refuse. He would get the lady a drink.

Aelin nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

“Good,” he said, going to the table before going back on his steps, awkwardly asking as he winced, “You didn’t tell me what you wanted to drink.”

She laughed, and Rowan wanted her to do it again even if she wasn’t done yet. “Anything you can get your hands on is fine.”

He nodded and went for drinks, making it his life mission to find her something better than the piss-poor beer everyone else was drinking. He found an unopened bottle of tequila and snatched it before anyone could see it. He never drank tequila before, but surely it couldn’t be bad.

He grabbed two plastic cups before making his way back to Aelin. He stopped before he could reach her though. As she waited for him, Aelin started dancing onto the beat of whatever music was playing loudly on that beach.

He knew it wasn’t anything gracious, that it was just his childhood friend jumping and smiling onto some music, and yet he felt as if he were in a trance when he watched her. He couldn’t look away, and that was when he realized he was screwed. She shouldn’t look so pretty doing something so mundane.

It was then that he realized that he shouldn’t be feeling that way at all, that he had no right to. No, he should feel guilty instead. And gods, he did.

He needed to apologize, before this went any further. Whatever this was.

Rowan cleared his throat as he took the last few steps toward her, handing her one of the drinks as she kept dancing, swaying to the music. Rowan didn’t know how Fenrys had managed to hook up enough speakers to get the music out here, if he was leeching from the record player out by the pool or not, but that wasn’t important right now.

“Aelin,” he said, and she must’ve heard something in his voice because she paused, tilting her head at him. “I want to apologize,” he added, and he knew he must look tragic.

“Ah,” Aelin said, pursing her lips. “Rowan it’s-“

“I should've known,” he said in a rush, “I should’ve done something about it, I-“

“You were seven years old,” she interrupted, her voice a bit short. “You couldn’t have done anything even if you understood. But it’s fine, it’s in the past. No use dwelling on it now.” She threw back the shot of tequila expertly, leaving him half wondering how she was seemingly so experienced at that at such a young age.

Especially as he attempted to do the same thing, leaving him coughing roughly. His throat was on fire.

Aelin just laughed, her good mood returned as she reached forward, patting him on the back. “Let’s go get you some water and then sit down somewhere. I want to know everything I missed out on over the years.”

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They ended up finding a quieter spot farther away from the crowd, tucked more up under the palm trees. Their cheap hotel’s cafe was behind them, the bright pink and white striped awning visible through the trees, but it was late, so it was dark, most inhabitants either trying to fall asleep and cursing at “those darn kids” for keeping them up, or they were out here drinking.

Next door, several hundred yards away from them, with clear separation to keep the “lower class” out, was the fancy resort he’d seen earlier playing volleyball. Some soft lights were coming from up by where he supposed the pool was, but besides that, it was peaceful. Just muffled noise from the crowd, and the soothing crash of the ocean waves.

And Aelin.

They’d first sat down side by side, both of them nursing shitty beers, but in the span of them talking, she’d ended up practically on his lap. Her legs were hooked over his, their shoulders bumping, so close he could feel her breath whenever she laughed.

They’d talked about all the time they’d spent apart from each other, though it was mostly him. He hadn’t missed the way she’d dodge questions, or redirect things back to his life. All Rowan really had picked up on from her was: she’d moved up north, closer to the city after leaving when she was young; she was here with her two best friends, Lysandra and Ansel; and she’d moved out the day she turned eighteen, living alone, but far away from Perrington.

And that was all.

He didn’t want to pry, or push, since that was clearly all she wanted to say, but he could tell that there was still hurt in her eyes, no matter how much she insisted the past was in the past.

Rowan just pulled her closer, electrified by the feel of her bare skin against his hand. He tried to blame the warmth coursing through him on the alcohol, but that was a joke. It was her.

If there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that the feelings he had for his childhood best friend had taken a new form. But they were just as strong as they had been before.

Being here with her, it felt right. In a way it had never been with any other girl he’d ever taken out. And the intensity of that scared him, but at the same time, he felt completely safe.

Aelin sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, dragging him out of his thoughts. “I can’t believe we ended up here at the same time. What are the chances of that?” She asked quietly, her cerulean eyes watching the water in front of them.

He combed his fingers loosely through the ends of her golden hair, reveling in her presence. “Maybe the universe wanted us to meet again,” he said, unable to resist turning and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. He waited, worried, to see her reaction, but if anything she just snuggled into him more.

“You think the gods had anything to do with this?” Aelin asked, and he caught a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Maybe,” Rowan replied, “maybe not.” He looked down at her, catching her gaze as she looked up at him. “All I know is we’re here, and I feel like I need to be praising something for letting me find you again.”

His voice faded into a whisper, and his heart pounded at the electricity nearly crackling between them, sparking at the few inches between their faces. Her lips looked so soft, so warm, and he wondered what they’d feel like if he crossed those few inches and kissed them. What she’d feel like if he pulled her even closer, pressing her soft curves against his sharp lines.

What she’d taste like.

Aelin looked like she felt the tension too, her eyes dark as she looked at him, shifting so she was nearly straddling him. Their beers lay abandoned next to them, and his hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her cheekbone, where that bruise had been all those years ago.

“Rowan,” she breathed, leaning in, and he nearly lost his control right then. But a raucous cheer by the fire burst the bubble they were in and he pulled back, clearing his throat. Hurt flashed in her eyes and he immediately regretted the move.

“I’m sorry,” she started to apologize, putting space between their bodies. But Rowan wasn’t having it. Before she could get too far, he used his hold on her cheek to pull her back in, pressing her lips to his before he could change his mind.

Aelin melted against him, her shoulders sagged and her breath left her as Rowan lips could finally taste hers. And she tasted… She tasted like gold, like the sun. She tasted the way he imagined perfection would taste like.

He almost pulled back at her lack of action, but before he could realize it, Aelin had her hand against the nape of his neck and pressed herself closer to him.

It wasn’t his first kiss, and yet it felt like it was.

It ripped up everything he’d thought he’d known about kissing, everything he’d thought he’d known about love. Even if she was just as tentative as him, nothing he’d ever experienced could compare to this.

And he’d almost thrown it all away.

The thought made him pause, and she pulled back, looking up at him in question.

“I saw you earlier,” Rowan admitted, glancing away from her mesmerizing face. “Down here at the beach, I was playing volleyball and I saw you with your friends.” He gestured idly down toward the water. “I recognized you, but I decided not to say hello because,” he huffed, “I don’t know why really, but -“

“Rowan,” Aelin interrupted, a hand on his cheek. “Don’t apologize. In fact, maybe it would’ve been better if that was the end of it. But we can enjoy each other’s company now before you realize how much of a mistake you’re making with me.”

He frowned at the statement, but she distracted him from addressing it by pressing another heart stopping kiss to his lips.

A soft one this time, gentle. Over before it began, and then she was cuddling into him. Rowan leaned back a little and she turned to lean back against him and face the water, tucked between his legs.

It was a peaceful moment, and he didn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, just reveling in the quiet with her. Quiet punctuated by sounds from the party, but it didn’t matter. They were in their own little world.

He used one arm to hold them up, but the other he hooked loosely around Aelin’s waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked up at the stars.

“What do you love the most about the world?” She asked after a moment, her voice contemplative. His thumb caressed her bare skin idly as he thought of an answer.

“The people in it,” Rowan finally settled on. “Even if it all goes to shit, we have each other.”

He expected her to answer, but she stayed silent. And it made him wonder if she had a different view. He wouldn’t be surprised, with everything she’d gone through.

And he didn’t even know the half of it.

So he decided to change topics.

“I found out what I want to do with my life,” he said, remembering that time she’d asked him long ago. “I want to be a chef, I want to open my own restaurant.”

“Yeah?” She asked, turning her head to look at him. He hummed and nodded in confirmation. “You’ll have to cook something for me, just so I can say if your dream is realistic or not.”

He leaned in and nipped at her nose with his teeth, she tried to push him away as she giggled but she wasn’t strong enough. He let his forehead rest against hers, the moon bright enough to allow him the vision of her blue and golden eyes. “Smartass,” he whispered in the quiet, calm space between them. “Do you?” He asked. “Have any idea, I mean.”

She looked away for a second before capturing his attention once more when she looked at him. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, her grin announcing trouble. “I do.”

“Tell me,” he demanded quietly, afraid that if he spoke too loud, the moment would shatter into millions of pieces.

“I want to kiss you.”

His heart fluttered at that, a blush staining his cheeks once more. His breathing was coming short as he said, “Very good plan, but I meant with the rest of your life.”

She grinned, a sparkle lightning in her eyes. “I know you did.”

He captured her lips into a kiss, leaving his fears and insecurities behind. For years he’d only thought about what her lips would taste like, and now that she was here in his arms… He would make the most of it.

Aelin gasped at the intensity of his lips against hers, her lips parting and allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Her lips were soft against his, her soft curves pressing against his body.

She was so distracting he barely noticed the lack of music from further down the beach. No, Aelin was much more interesting than a party he didn’t want to attend.

She rose on her knees, holding his shoulders as she faced him. When she pulled back, Rowan could only be mesmerised at the way her hair moved in the weak wind, how he had to look up to look her in the eyes.

She was so beautiful.

There was a brief pause as they both caught their breaths but then they were kissing again, her body pressed into his. His arms went to her waist, holding her tight as he slanted his mouth over hers, breathing in her air.

Eventually, he maneuvered them over, laying her down on the sand, but that’s where his confidence failed him. Looking down at her, her lips swollen from his kisses, her golden hair sprawled out along the sand, her eyes dark with lust, he knew he wanted to go further. It was Aelin, he trusted her.

Yet- he felt vulnerable. Would she laugh at him if he told her he’d never done this before? What would she think?

No matter what, though, he had to tell her. At least so she was aware that he really had no idea what the hell he was doing.

“Aelin, I-“ he sucked in a shaky breath. But she shook her head, smiling shyly up at him.

“I haven’t either,” she admitted, and shock coursed through him. “We’ll figure it out together?” She asked, and Rowan nodded, a new sense of calm replacing the surprise. A quick glance over revealed the party had dwindled down to nothing, they’d been talking that long, and while a beach wasn’t ideal, it was the most privacy they’d probably get considering the rooms they shared with their friends.

“Together,” he whispered, and he felt something shift in the air. Especially as he leaned down and kissed her again, tentatively but deeply, his hands lacing with hers by her head.

Heat raced through him, and he groaned into her mouth when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He let go of one hand, daring to place it on her bare stomach, sliding carefully up toward her bathing suit top. And it was her turn to groan as he brushed that hand across one covered breast, giving him the confidence to apply more pressure, reveling in the gasp she let out as he squeezed.

Rowan broke their kiss to trail down her jaw to her neck, nipping at the delicate skin there. Her free hand clutched at the fabric of his shirt, sliding it up just slightly, and he took the sign to lean back and pull it all the way off, tossing it to the side.

“Gods,” Aelin sighed, looking at his bare chest, and the brief embarrassment he’d felt disappeared. Though he blushed when she smirked up at him. “Are you going to take off the rest, too?”

He chuckled, feeling bold enough to tease her back. “Only if you do,” he said, watching as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, sitting up a little bit as she reached for the ties of her bathing suit, deftly untying it and tossing it to the side like his shirt. His eyes went wide at the sight in front of him.

“You look so…” he breathed, swallowing and allowing his eyes to stay on that part of her body for one more second before he turned his gaze back on her eyes. “Beautiful.”

She grabbed the back of his neck and crashed their lips together. They fell back onto the beach, their chests pressing together, Aelin gasping at the contact.

He broke the kiss, leaving Aelin panting underneath his body as he started kissing down her neck. Her skin tasted salty under his lips, he couldn’t get enough. From the way she grabbed tightly on his shoulders, she seemed to feel the same way.

As he kissed lower and lower, Aelin’s nails marked their claim onto his skin. Branding him. He stood on his knees, leaning over her and his breath on her chest.

He looked up to find her eyes wide open, her brows furrowed and lips parted. She looked magnificent. She swallowed, containing himself. “Can I?”

She nodded urgently, her hand on his shoulder pushing him closer to her skin. He couldn’t help his chuckle as he grabbed her breast, shuddering at the intimate touch of her skin, and lowered his mouth onto the peak end.

As he tasted her skin, she let out the most beautiful sound he ever heard. She moaned, the sound soft and quiet and yet, it was earth-shattering.

She squirmed under him as he switched to her other breast, his fingers still teasing the first. He couldn’t get enough of her, it would never be enough.

He let go of her nipple with a last lick, starting to kiss down her body. He needed more of her, and he knew here to find that. She gasped when she understood what he wanted, and she was more than compliant when he unbuttoned her pair of shorts and slid them down her legs, along with her bikini bottom.

Her legs were pressed together, Rowan kneeling as he kissed her knees. “Is it okay?”

“You don’t have to if you—”

“I want to,” he assured her, placing another kiss on her knee, his hands caressing her thighs. “I promise.”

She seemed to see his sincerity, because she relaxed, allowing for her legs to part. When he saw her, his breath was taken away. He wanted to spend hours looking at her, without any barriers. Only Aelin.

He left a trail of kisses on her inner thigh, starting on her knees and ended under her hip. When he dipped his head between her thighs, Aelin’s entire body stiffened, her back arching and a hand grabbing his hair firmly.

And the sounds she made… Rowan devoured her with more intensity. He grabbed her legs, keeping them apart as his entire energy was used to make her do these noises again, and again.

If he thought her taste was addictive… It was nothing compared to how bold Aelin became, how she rolled her hips under him, how her hold on his hair was so tight he had no other choice to stay where he was, pleasuring her.

She wasn’t screaming the way he thought she’d be, but this was even better. Breathy sounds escaped her lips, his name a prayer on her tongue.

He’d never known anything better than when she shattered under him, her thighs clenching around him as release flowed through her. Eventually she relaxed, panting as she laid back against the sand.

“How are you so good at that?” She asked teasingly, her voice breathless. Rowan just shrugged, smirking down at her.

“Want to see what else I’m good at?” He asked, and she laughed as she nodded, reaching down for his bathing suit bottoms.

An idea struck him and he dug into the pockets really quickly, pulling out a condom Fenrys had stuffed in there earlier in the day with a wink.

And then it was all happening so quickly, his bathing suit was gone, the condom was on, and he was left staring into her eyes as he hovered over her, his heart pounding.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, tucking a piece of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

“Yes,” Aelin said with a nod. She raised a hand to cup his cheek, “I trust you, Rowan.”

Trust. She trusted him. Did she know how much it meant to him?

He captured her lips in a kiss, her leg wrapped around his waist. He held her there, and slowly slipped in her. She gasped, her lips parting and her head thrown back with her eyes squeezed shut.

Rowan was panting into her neck, adjusting to the feeling. He rose on his elbow, looking at her. She looked… in pain. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their face together. “Please, keep going,” she asked, capturing his lips into a kiss. But Rowan didn’t, not right away.

He kissed her, pretending he wasn’t dying inside. But her comfort was the most important thing, what he wanted to focus on.

It was just when Aelin started rolling her hips that he started moving. And when he did… He felt as if he and Aelin were one.

Each thrust brought them closer. Closer to each other and closer to that promise of release. He swallowed all of the little sounds she was making, loving the way she felt around him. And for every inch of pleasure she was giving him he made sure to try and give it back, trying to make sure she was enjoying it just as much.

It didn’t take him long at all to finish, but she joined him, clenching around him tightly as she fell off that cliff again. That overwhelming blissful feeling lasted for an eternity until they both came down, and he was panting as he opened his eyes, meeting hers as she looked up at him.

There weren’t any words in the world to describe what passed between them in that moment, nothing that would do that feeling justice.

He pulled out carefully, hating as she winced. Aelin seemed to notice his worry because she pressed reassuring kisses to his shoulder as he got rid of the condom, staying close.

They didn’t need to speak as he settled back down onto the sand next to her, wrapping his arms around her as she cuddled close.

But eventually, her soft voice cut through the sounds of the ocean waves lapping up on the shore.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, and he looked over at her, his brows furrowed.

“For what?” He asked, and she smiled. It was forlorn in a way, filled with hidden depths of pain he didn’t understand.

“For making me happy.”

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