#do not tag as ship I’ll beat the fuck out of you
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(NOT ATSV) my ideal miguel and miles friendship (bordering on enemies) dynamic is where Miles is sort of a Mean Girls figure where he’ll say the worst things to Miguel, who actually has no problems dishing that shit right back out, is usually too fed up or somewhere else mentally to reply. They fight a lot, more physically than verbally, usually in a slapstick comedy type of way. Miles is banned from Nueva York once a month and got a restraining order against Miguel in his own dimension. His parents fucking hate him and Miguel hates them right back. Rio has tried and failed to poison him via food and Jeff is considering hiring a hitman. Gabriel is beloved by them. Miles takes Miguel’s money at least twice a week to go spend it just because he can. Miguel has tried (and succeeded once) to get Miles sick with a future illness because he figured out the lesbian bar Miguel liked to perform at in drag. Miles has cried at least once in every room of Miguel’s apartment and Miguel has been confused on what to do each time besides an awkward hug and pat on the back. People are rightfully worried for Miles’s safety at least 80% of the time but when they aren’t they’re shaking their heads at the two’s antics. They need to be separated until they have a healthy “this is a grown ass man / this is stupid little girl i don’t like at work” relationship and it’ll take an act of god for either of them to realize their current one isn’t healthy at all and has extremely negative impacts on their mental state.
#i wanna write this so badly bc like . this type of relationship with adults as a kid when you can’t 100% trsut them and place your safety +#in their hands is sooo interesting to write esp considering Miguel’s past and what Miles is used to#which is dangerous fights from adults (his villains) but also the loving ones like his parents his neighbors ripeter and peter b etc#and this miguel (imo) wouldn’t hurt miles on purpose because he knows the pain BUT he also doesn’t realize some shit is pain-causing both+#mentally and physically bc yknow some abused kids grow into adults who subconsciously do similar shit#and for Miles and Miguel to finally realize beating the shit out of each other almost constantly and the negative back and forth (if miguel#feels like talking that day) is just. not a good thing#it’s sort of like the way i write pavitr and miles’s relationship regarding their fighting because it’s genuinely helpful but#can seem borderline awful and physically abusive to each other#peter b is so fucking worried sometimes bc he sees Miguel in a completely different way than other people. like he’s off in lala land#like. he’ll see this 15 year old stickbug of a kid fighting his buddy Miguel who has been known to kill#he’ll say some fights tou just can’t win Miles… and Miles is setting Miguel’s apartment on fire#like they have good moments. okay. trust me. but a toxic friendship like the kind you see that people take too seriously from a show like.#idk bluey. or some kids show like that.#spiderverse fans DNI ‼️‼️‼️🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾‼️‼️‼️‼️#not ship never ship don’t even tag is as such bc i’ll just delete the post#miles morales#spiderman#spider man#gabriel o’hara#rio morales#jefferson morales#miguel o’hara#m&m posts
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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~
Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D
thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.
and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)
cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(
wc: 2k+
you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.
sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.
admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.
sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.
you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.
there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.
toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.
“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.
“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.
“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”
“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.
fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.
but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.
so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.
“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.
“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”
you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.
it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-
you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.
“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”
you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”
and then there is black.
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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.
“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.
oh, toji’s here.
“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.
“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.
“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”
“oh.”
toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.
“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”
you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.
toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”
the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.
“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.
“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”
you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”
toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.
“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.
“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.
you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.
“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”
you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”
“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”
“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.
“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”
you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.
“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”
“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”
“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”
you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.
“yeah, i do.” you agree.
suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.
toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”
you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.
toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”
“i will if there’s food involved.”
“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”
a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3
#📫.toji#📫.answered#toji x reader#toji x you#toji x y/n#toji x self insert#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x self insert#toji fushiguro fluff#toji fushiguro fanfic#actor!toji#actress!reader#toji zenin x reader#toji zenin x you
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Denial is a Man’s Bestfriend. (MV)
summary: Y/n and Max have been friends since karting years, and now? Now, they’re teammates at Redbull. They are one of the best teammate duos in the Grid, but what happens when Max catches feelings?…Or when everyone but them notices they are in love but themselves?
pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader
warnings: cussing, a little suggestive at the end?
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y/n.user: disappointing day in japan. from a p3 quali to a race day dnf. we lost out this week, i’m sorry. i’ll do better in qatar 🇶🇦 see you then.
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f1updates: not a great race, but you’ll bounce back!! we love youuuu
maxverstappen1: the dnf wasn’t your fault. we’ll do better next week💙 you got this
↳ y/n.user: 💙💙
user2: soooo….we all seeing those hearts?
y/nfp8: don’t be too hard on yourself :( we <3 u
redbullracing: you got this next week!
racerbia: you’re gonna do amazing next week!! i cant wait to see you race. you’re amazing
↳ y/n.user: thanks bianca
f1fp33: omgggg y/n and bia?! she’s my fav f4 driver
↳ y/nsedits9: yessss, they are good friends :)
mv1wc6: i’m not breezing past the fact that max was so quick to comment like seconds after she posted…whipped
formula1pg: you got this‼️
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twitter:
F1 News @f1news • 3hr ago
Redbull Racer, Y/n Y/l/n, was seen getting on her flight quickly after the Japan race last night where she dnfed.
The dnf was confusing at first, but it was not her fault. It seems that something went wrong with the car, which is rare for Redbull. They posted earlier on their story, “We are not sure what caused Y/n to dnf, but we are working with her car now to figure it out.” Not much, right?
Well, luckily she has her teammate and friend, Max Verstappen, to cheer her up in her comments. She was seen this morning, 1 hour before she posted her Instagram post about Japan, with Max. They were getting breakfast in Monaco….what do you think?
↳ Alyssa @lyssastalks • 3hr ago
Bro. Y/n did so good before the race. The car was fucked tbh. Its not her fault. As for her and Max? Shipppppp😋
↳ F1 Stat Page @stats4f1 • 2hr ago
I’m not sure if it was her or the car, but I lean towards the car. Her progress has been so good until last night. Unfortunately, that’s the game. If the car is fucked, so is the driver 🤷♂️
↳ Y/n and Max Pics @maxy/nship • 2hr ago
I ship them so hard, like pls pls pls. They are both so hot, funny, and the best drivers, imo. Power couple!!!!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
texts with max after media day, both of you in your hotels:
your pov:
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
max texting daniel after he texts you goodnight:
maxs pov:
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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y/n.user: so excited for the race tomorrow!! we start p1🥳 tune in to watch me beat max😋
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maxverstappen1: i wont let you win, but i would be okay with you winning
↳ landonorris: simp
↳ danielricciardo: such a simp
↳ charles_leclerc: hard core simping
user3: not the guys just calling max out LMAO
f1editpgs: you got thissssss!!! lfggggg
racerbia: you got it in the bag!
↳ y/n.user: tyy💓
redbullracing: 💙💙 woohoo!!
papayanews: not a redbull fan… BUT I AM A Y/N FAN🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳😋😋😋😋😋🤭🤭🤭💙💙💙
lailahasanovic: you got this babes!! mick and i will be cheering you on from the mercedes garage
↳ mickschumacher: i mean, i’ll be cheering lewis and george on but i’ll cheer y/n on too!
↳ lailahasanovic: yes, you will. loudly
↳ y/n.user: thank you?….
f1feministslay: beat the men!!
user7: calling in sick to watch this because it’s gonna be so good
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maxverstappen1: congratulations on the qatar win, y/n!! p1 on one of the hardest tracks, i’m so proud of you. it feels like just yesterday we were karting together and dreaming of our first wins, and here we are. we’ve made it
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maxfp1: PROPOSE ALREADY WTFFF SOBBING
y/n.user: i’m actually sobbing. thank you max😭❤️💙
↳ maxverstappen1: oh no
landonorris: check ur texts rn
user4: lando😭 guys the drama is dramaing
f1fp68: so cuteeee stopppp
wc20d: they’re gonna date, i’m calling it
y/nandmax1: FAVSSSSSSS
f1wags: our fav driver is gonna turn into a wag, guys
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gc from max’s pov:
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maxverstappen1: let’s play a game, teammates or dating?
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y/n.user: hmmmm🤔
redbull19: stoppppp this is too cute. i love them
user3: DONT EVEN. I LIVE
danielricciardo: FINALLY
↳ y/n.user: wdym “finally”?
↳ landonorris: max is a muppet and didn’t ask you out for agesssss
↳ maxverstappen1: im going to block you all, not y/n, but everyone else
↳ landonorris: 🖕
booktoks777: grumpy x sunshine fr
↳ anahuangsfanss: workplace romance !!
↳ reading4ever: forbidden romance?!
carmenmmundt: yesssss, i love you guys together 💓
↳ y/n.user: tyyy carm💓
user1: yupppp. adorable
charles_leclerc: so glad you two are together!😘
*liked by creator*
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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y/n.user: austin dump🖤
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user2: “austin dump” of max?
charlottesine: okkkk, love🔥
↳ y/n.user: love you
↳ charlottesine: i love you😘
f1wags: brooooo stoppp that’s too HOT
rbw88: my fav drivers are literally dating 😩🩷
user7: butterflies 🦋💗
maxverstappen1: 🖤❤️🖤
↳ y/n.user: ❤️🖤❤️
landonorris: hm. partial slay bc that second one is tmi
321lightsout: austin is my fav track now🇺🇸🦅
form1234edits: let’s talk about how fit they are wtfff🫠
francisca.cgomes: love you two together
↳ y/n.user: ty kika💓
user5: obsessed 🔥🔥🔥
edits4f1: can’t wait to edit them cuz they are the hottest couple fr
danielricciardo: YESSIR 🦅🇺🇸 the power of austin brought everyone these pictures (we didn’t need the middle one)
↳ y/n.user: ugh but we look so good
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Kink Collection - x Reader edition: Gaming
minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.
pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
summary: Kuroo was watching you okay Mario Kart, but your naked legs are highly distracting. oh and who says no to a good challenge?
tags/cw: afab!reader, sex while gaming, unprotected sex, established relationship, aged up, let me know if i’m missing something.
word count: 1,5k
a/n: first installment of the kink collection that i have decided to write. we might be making a bit of a stretch, calling this an actual kink, but sometimes a bit of a stretch is good, eh? (i’ll see myself out—). there will be both an x reader edition and a ship edition of all kinks in time. no editing we die like men idk.
He’d been watching you play Mario Kart for quite a while. That was something he actually enjoyed a lot, even if he didn’t actually play himself. You were into it, passionate even, that was the best way he could describe it. That’s why he enjoyed watching you play. Watching the way your face was lit up in joy. Today was no different. He enjoyed watching you. But something was different today.
“That motherfff—“ you swore at the CPU hitting you off the map with a red shell.
“Mh,” Kuroo grunted, only looking up for a moment, before his eyes diverted once more. You were splayed out on your stomach on the couch, naked legs slightly spread. Kuroo‘s gaze started by your ankles and slowly caressed its way up across your calves. He knew exactly what he’d find if he was to lift his gaze further towards the hem of your t-shirt dress, barely covering the curve of your ass. He knew, because that oversized t-shirt you liked to wear around the house, barely covered you up and the small panties he knew to be scarcely hidden right under the dark fabric of your shirt had him thinking all sorts of indecent thoughts. Part of him wondered if you did it on purpose. If you were trying to send his mind straight to the gutter. Because if you were, he hated to admit that you’d succeeded. If he was being honest, he didn’t even like to admit it to himself, even as he found himself reaching out for the exposed skin of your calf.
“Tetsu–,” you yelped and looked back at him sitting on the couch, when the warm pads of his fingers brushed against your leg. “Fuck-” the controller rumbled in your hands signalling that you’d hit the wall. Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“What?” He asked, as he lightly trailed various shapes against your calf. Gooseflesh broke across your skin.
“I’m gonna lose!”
“You? Lose?” At that, Kuroo let out another deep chuckle. “I thought you said you were good at this game,” he teased, touch inching higher, leaving a burning trail in the wake of his fingers. He was right. You had said that. And you were good at Mario Kart. Really good. You’d even managed to beat Kenma on a couple of occasions, and if that didn’t speak for something, you didn’t know what did. And so you told him.
“I am good.” The thing was, that on those occasions, you hadn’t been subjected to the insistent touch of your longterm boyfriend beckoning your attention away from the screen and the game.
“Are you now?” Kuroo asked, a smirk audible in his voice as he shifted on the couch, letting his hands travel up to the plush of your thighs, ghosting the inside of your knees on the way. Despite the tingles that shot through your body, you kept your gaze fixed on the screen, determined to make up for the lost time when you’d hit the wall earlier. You were competitive at best, and Kuroo definitely knew what he was doing when he said; “Prove it.” You shot him a quick look over your shoulder.
“‘s that a challenge?”
“Definitely,” he said, caressing your inner thigh with featherlight touches as he shifted on the couch. Hovering above you, he leaned down and let his lips grace the shell of your ear, voice dropping low. “Don’t lose.” A shiver ran along your spine as Kuroo’s words settled and he reached over with his other hand, clicking the button to move on to the next game of the grand prix. All the while his other hand trailed further up, teasing the up most of your inner thighs, pushing back a little and craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your panties peeking out under the bottom of your t-shirt.
“Watch me,” you said, accepting the challenge with steely determination.
“Oh don’t worry,” he said, and you could quite literally hear the smirk in his voice. His hands moved, fingers brushing over the already damp patch forming on your panties. “I intend to.” The heat spreading across your skin intensified, prickling across your skin at the low rumble of Kuroo’s voice.
As your race started, and you mashed the acceleration button to achieve the speed boost at the beginning, Kuroo’s fingers moved fast, pushing your panties to the side and slipping his fingers through your sticky folds. Covering his fingers with your slick, your boost flopped as one finger prodded against your wet entrance, breath hitching.
“Uh-oh. Careful,” he teased and pushed further in. “Wouldn’t want to lose right from the start.” His voice was breathless, hushed, and you found yourself sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Determinate.
As you made it through the first lap, steadily catching up and taking the lead, Kuroo let out a strained sound. He could feel the way you sucked his fingers into your warmth. He could see the way your skin flushed. But you weren’t slipping up. His patience was though. It slipped and his cock was throbbing relentlessly in his boxers. He needed to feel you. and he needed it right then and there. And thus, he was going to have you. Slipping his fingers from your heat, Kuroo coaxed your hips to rise as he ripped your panties out of his way. His own clothes followed close behind. Shirt torn over his head and both jeans and boxers kicked off, slipping down to the floor.
“Kuroo—“ His cock jumped as you whined his name and instinctively spread your legs further open for him to position himself behind you.
“You’re so fucking hot like this.” The couch dipped and a moment later you felt him pressing against your entrance. “So hot,” he repeated and pushed against you with a hand splayed across your back, the other guiding his cock, as he wasted no time before pushing the tip inside.
“F-fuck—“ the hiss whistled past your lips before you had the chance to stop it, as Kuroo’s cock speared you. Steady, swiftly, he sank inside to the hilt. His fingers curled, digging into the skin of your spine.
“Shit,” he agreed. Letting his head fall, forehead resting against your shoulder, you tried not to let the feeling of him filling you up distract you. “Keep going,” he murmured, turning his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Biting your neck you nodded.
Kuroo didn’t stop. He did not spend time letting you adjust. He knew the two of you fit well together after numerous years together. He knew what made you tick and what you could take, you’d made sure of that. So Kuroo didn’t halt. Instead he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder and pulled back, just to dive back in and skillfully set a pace he knew you liked. A pace you’d guided him into multiple times.
As Kuroo bullied his cock into you again and again, your skin felt scorching and your grip on the controller tightened until your knuckles turned white. His hands snaked around your body, underneath your shirt, teasing lightly across your skin on their way to your chest. Fingers rolling your nipples, making you yelp in surprise.
The fourth and last race of your grand prix had started and with Kuroo repeatedly drilling his cock inside of you, your head was spinning and concentrating got harder and harder, although you did manage to keep your lead intact.
“Kuroo please, I’m—“ your body was hot. Your walls constricted and your stomach had turned into a tight familiar knot.
“Win first. Then— then you can cum.” Kuroo groaned, slowing his pace. One hand made it’s way between your body and the couch, pressing down against your clit. His fingers slowly circled your nub, almost lazily in tact with his now slowed pace. The whine that sounded deep in your throat had his chuckling. “Almost there, baby,” he mumbled against your ear. And he was right. You were almost there. You were. The finishing line was in sight and you’d cross it in a matter of seconds. You clamped down around him, silently begging him to go faster. No. To go harder. You were almost there. You were going to win.
Kuroo snapped his hips hard, slamming into you with a brutal force, as if on queue, the moment you passed the finishing line and the word goal graced your screen. The controller clattered onto the floor and a loud moan ripped from your chest. His fingers pressed down harder, his cock harshly thrusting into your cunt, ripping the moans from you, rapidly forcing you towards your climax, and mercilessly shoving you over the edge.
Your orgasm hit you hard, pleasure washed over your body, and clamping down on Kuroo’s cock just right, he tumbled right over the edge with you with a series of sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts and a babbling of praises against the skin of your neck.
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My Dinner With Buggy pt 2
I love playing with dialog so I figured why not keep going. As with part one it’s all dialogue so enjoy the ride everyone lol
Tagging @gingernut1314 @gayafsatan as yall requested a part 2 a million years ago
Sea spray hits your face as you left the restaurant, “so, what’s the move?”
Hands appear in front of you holding two bottles of wine, “one for each of us.”
“Really? In front of a lieutenant like that?”
“You gonna handcuff me, officer?”
You giggle, “miss Impel Down that much, huh?”
“God! Let’s not talk about that fucked up place. Take the wine, honey.”
“I let you order steak and this is how you repay me?”
He wags his tongue, “I’m covering dessert.”
“Gross.”
“You love it, shut up. So where’s this room you got?”
“Couple blocks down. You don’t wanna go to a bar?”
“I haven’t seen you in at least 6 years. I wanna make up for lost time.”
“Tch. Shooting for the stars tonight?”
Buggy frowns, “I thought this was a date.”
You falter, “hey. I thought we were teasing. Come here, Bug.”
Your lips taste sweet, “I missed you a lot. I’m not the only salty dog missing their lost love, but hey, you’re more important, so there.”
You kiss him again, “let’s go out for a little bit?”
“Sure, I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. Oh shit! I forgot, I left something for you on the ship.”
“We got road wine, let’s go get it”
“This is nice, by the way.”
“It is. Too bad you ain’t a civ, easier. Even easier if you were a marine.”
“I’m gonna ask again. You’d like it.”
“I dunno, man. Lot of baggage with that. Especially on the Grand Line.”
“Not with me.”
“You already got captured once, baby.”
“I know, I know. But you hate this shit. Been in the game too long, why?”
“I dunno, maybe I felt we were doing something good. Too old for that shit, I guess”, the Big Top is as nice as you remember it, “there’s the old girl.”
He smiles, “my two girls, together at last.”
“I wonder if that note I left is still there.”
“Note? What-“
“-captain! Oh shit, look who it is!”
“-Cabaji! Glad someone’s keeping Bug outta trouble!”
He smiles at the two of you, “we should catch up. Later.”
“Thanks, man. See ya.”
“So what note?”
“Oh! It’s uh, not important. Just something I wrote last time I was here.”
“Where’d you hide it?”
“In the galley, deep, deep in the pantry.”
He kisses you, “let’s go find it then.”
“Buggy, no. Come on, you’re supposed to take me out.”
“Real quick. I promise.”
You tug him away, to no avail, “Buggy. It’s really stupid, you’ll enjoy it after a few drinks.”
“I got a few bottles in my room. We can read it there.”
“What about my gift?”
“Just a buncha jewelry, who cares? I’m finding that letter.”
Turns out he can find anything with ease if he wanted to, “aw. Your handwriting is so cute sometimes.”
“Oh, shut up.”
He kisses your temple, he’s getting very touchy, you realize, “lemme guess, treasure map?”
“Look, it’s something I wrote when we were like 18.”
“….really?”
“Uh huh.”
He jerks his chin toward his cabin, “let’s take this somewhere quiet.”
You hear your heart beat in your ears, cheeks on fire, “it’s really cringey. I was 18.”
“Do you really not want me to read it?”
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“I won’t. I really won’t.”
“Okay.”
“I already know you love me.”
You laugh, “shit. Guess you’re right.”
He clears his throat, “Buggy, our paths are unwinding, the red string of fate tugging us apart.”
“Oh Jesus, it’s worse than I thought.”
Heightening his voice he continues, “if only I knew the devil’s pact I made, and the one you sold your soul to. My love I can’t bear it. You don’t even know I love you.”
“See, that’s why I didn’t wanna read it.”
“So why even give it to me?”
“Because I didn’t think you loved me.”
He grows serious, “I did. Why did you think I did that stupid shit? To impress you, dummy.”
“You’re such a clown.”
“Exactly! You liked clowns.”
You smile, “yeah, I remember that asshole at the pier.”
“Join my crew, I’ll marry ya.”
“Only if I join?”
“We been apart too long, I’m not waiting until I hit some shitty village every six months to see you.”
“Ah, that makes sense now.”
“Sometimes I’d lower the Jolly Roger, just see if our boats can pass by, if I can see you on the deck.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah.”
You stare at his lips, you wouldn’t be the only Marine turning, “marry me tonight then.”
“Don’t think captains can officiate their own wedding.”
“Let’s find someone.”
He looks at the clock, “and if we can’t?”
“Ask me again tomorrow. Do it for real.”
Buggy picks you up instead, “can we just skip to the wedding night?”
“I’m not gonna marry you then.”
He smirks, “according to that letter, we’ve been married for 18 years already.”
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Chlorine and Nicotine
Pairing: Jaden Hossler x Reader
Warnings/tags: Smut , Age Gap (reader is in her 30’s) tipsy hookup (consent implied) mentions of prior divorce, pregnancy, c section and children. Body image issues /self conscious reader . Mention of coopers death/fentanyl poisoning.
A/N: 5.5k words! This one’s for the self conscious and tired mamas on this app. Go find yourself a Jaden lol
You and your two other friends, Ashley and Liz, had planned the perfect getaway to celebrate your messy divorce being finalized: A child-free, 7 day, all-inclusive, 21+ cruise to the Bahamas. Tickets were purchased, excursions were selected, trustworthy babysitters were hired and bags were packed, there’s only one thing you all forgot…
“Is it just me or are we like the oldest ones here?” You ask your friends, looking around as you all board the cruise ship.
“Yeah, I noticed that too— seems like mostly college kids for some reason?” Liz responds.
Just then you all notice the banner on the side of the ship ‘Spring Break 2023’!
The three of you, having been out of school for close to two decades already, had completely forgotten this week was usually spring break.
“Ugh,” Ashley groans, “I can’t believe we forgot. I was hoping we could all get some much needed rest and a full night's sleep this week without our kids, not be kept up by a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls partying.”
“Hey, you know what? As long as I’m with you guys I’m sure we’ll still have a great time, even if they do keep us up. Besides you know the saying ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When was the last time any of us got to let loose and party a little?” You reply.
“True,”
“Yeah, you’re right,” your friends answer in unison.
“Ok,well now that that’s settled, first order of business is finding our cabin, changing into our bikinis, and working on our tans while we sip margaritas pool side.” You instruct. “Let’s go!”
**********
“Whooof!” You exhale. “I’m getting hot. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and cool off real quick. I’ll be right back.” You head into the pool.
“Ash, do you hear that? I think those guys next to us on the right are talking about Y/N. Listen,” Liz says, keeping her voice low..
“— yeah the one in the yellow floral two piece… right there … she just got into the pool… she’s a total MILF bro—“
“Okay, I’m back, mmmn that cold water was refreshing. Did I miss anything?” You joke, knowing you were only gone for a minute.
“You did actually,” Ashley speaks in a whisper “Apparently you’re a Milf!” Liz adds.
“Says who!?” You laugh.
“Shhhh! Liz warns. “That little cutie right over there,” She nods in his direction. “The one in the black swim trunks.”
Descretly, you turn to see who your friends are talking about.
“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure I have jeans in my closet older than him! You scoff before taking another look. “I mean… he is pretty cute though— solid body, lots of tattoos.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you actually do,” Ashley laughs. Which reminds me we need to go shopping and update that wardrobe of yours, I haven’t seen you in anything but leggings for the past 6 years.”
“Ugh I know! It’s because nothing fits! It’s been 6 years since I had the twins and I’m still not back to my pre-baby weight,” you sulk. “Plus I’ve been so busy taking care of them and putting them first, I haven’t even had time to think about me. And now with the divorce and paying my lawyer— money’s tight. If it wasn’t for you guys paying my share of this trip, I wouldn’t have been able to go, and lord knows I need the break. I can’t thank you guys enough.”
“Aww you’re so welcome,” Liz hugs you.
“You deserve it,” Ashley says, patting your shoulder.
“Sorry, I’m being a negative Nancy. Fuck all our problems! We’re here to escape them and have fun!” You state. “Anyone else getting hungry, I could totally go for a burger?”
**********
At night, the pool area transforms into somewhat of a night club, with drinks, dancing, swimming and fun events— tonight’s is a singles lap dance competition.
“Good Evening,cruisers!!! The lap dance competition is about to begin,” the event organizer announces. “I need three single people to volunteer to receive a lap dance, raise your hand if your single and would like to receive a lap,” he shouts loud and enthusiastically as if announcing a wrestling match.
“Oh my god y/n! You should totally do it!” Ashley squeals, trying to raise your hand for you.
“No way, are you crazy?” You laugh pulling your hand back down.
“C’mon y/n, you’re single now , and when was the last time you had a hott guy on top of you?”
“Not within the last eight years, I know that much!” Liz sasses, wide-eyed taking a sip of her drink, and making you spit out yours.
“Fair enough,” you cough out after practically choking. “Fine I’ll do it,” you agree,the liquid courage you’ve been sipping on, helping to release your inhibitions.
“Alright, I just need one more volunteer!”
You adjust your bathing suit and raise your hand.
“ Ok pretty lady, c’mon up,” the DJ calls out. You head up onto the stage, your friends laughing, screaming and cheering you on. “Now I’m gonna need some volunteers to give the lap dances. Let’s start with this pretty lady right here,” the DJ motions to you. “Who wants to give this beautiful woman a lap dance?”
You look out into the crowd watching as a few hands go up. One in particular catches you eye, and you try to place why he looks slightly familiar, and then it hits you; it’s the young guy your friends overheard calling you a MILF earlier in the day.
“Alright, take your pick,” the DJ tells you.
“Him—the one with the dark hair and tattoos,” you point into the audience, before taking a seat on the folding chair on stage.
“You heard her, my man, c’mon up,” the DJ calls him to the stage.
He stands in front of you wearing his black swim trunks from earlier but is now also sporting a white tank top and a forward facing baseball cap. You can feel his eyes looking down at you, checking you out while waiting for the other contestants to choose their lap dance partner.
“Let’s get it started!” the DJ announces. “At the end of the song, y’all are gonna help me decide the winner,” he says, speaking to the audience. “Let’s gooo!!”
Sam Smith’s ‘Unholy’ starts bumping from the speakers and your tattooed partner throws his head back in a brief laugh at the song choice, before locking eyes with you. He wastes no time getting close; stepping forward so that both of your legs are sandwiched between his wide stance. With one hand on your shoulder he begins rolling his body in your lap, his free hand quickly grabbing his hat and turning it backwards so the brim doesn’t hinder his view of you. He glides that same hand down his torso over his white tank to its hem, bunches the material in his hand and slides it up, exposing his perfectly toned abs. You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. He removes his hand from your shoulder and uses both hands to peel his tank off completely, tossing it down on the stage. Then he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks purposely lowering them, his prominent V-lines on full display, along with a fuzzy line of hair descending from his navel. Your eyes follow the trail down until it meets a small patch just barely visible peeking out the top of his swim trunks. Your mind wanders, imaging what’s below—imaging what he’s working with. The trance you’re in is broken when he places one of your hands flat on his chest, inviting you to touch him while he moves in your lap. You let your hand glide down over the topography of his body, your fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of muscle as you go, stopping when your hand reaches the horizon where flesh meets material, even though your hand craves to continue its descent. As if he can read your mind, he pushes your hand lower, pressing his half hard bulge against your palm as he rolls his hips insync with the last ‘unholy’ of the song before it ends.
“Alright it’s time to vote. Let me hear you give it up for couple number one,” the DJ instructs. The audience claps, cheers and hoots. “Alright, a alright, now make some noise for couple number two.” A slightly louder roar of cheer and applause echoes under the night sky. Your sexy partner stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders as you both await your turn.“And last but not least couple number three.” The crowd goes wild with thunderous clapping,and high pitched whistles —your friends cheers the loudest of them all. “We have a clear winner here tonight, folks,” the DJ announces. “Winning by a landslide…couple number three!”
Tattooed arms unexpectedly scoop you up off the chair, running bridal style off the stage and towards the pool with you. You playfully shriek and laugh the whole way until … splash... he jumps in the water with you. When you both surface again, your hungry mouths are attacking one another like prey: desperate and determined. He moves forward in the water, pinning you against the side of the pool with his body as you devour each other— all lips, tongue, teeth and flesh. His skin tastes like chlorine, his kisses- a hint of nicotine; and just as addictive. Underwater, he teases a hand up your inner thigh and begins gently rubbing you through the fabric of your bathing suit. You allow it, encourage it actually—rocking your hips to press yourself firmer against his fingertips. You can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks and you opt to help him out, grasping his hard cock through the thin veil of fabric. You work each other into a sexual frenzy and it’s not long before his fingers transcend the boundary of your bathing suit bottoms, pushing the fabric aside and inserting two slender fingers inside of you. You follow his lead, sinking your hand into his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers tightly around him.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a complete stranger who’s name you don’t even know, or that he’s much younger than you, or perhaps even because no one besides your ex-husband has touched you this intimately in years, but you feel a familiar sense of heightened arousal that can only compare to the giddy exhilaration of your first sexual experience. God the nostalgia!—Back when just the novelty of making out, and touching each other was enough. Back when foreplay still existed, before the busyness of life and motherhood had you trading sex for sleep. Or swapping making love for quickies during naptime.
Every swirl of his tongue, curl of his fingers, and flick of your wrist has you feeling renewed, awake and alive again. You never want this to end but your body is chasing after the high it so desperately wants bucking against his palm while his fingers caress that sweet spot inside of you. As your orgasm begins to build, your grip on him falters so he places his free hand over yours, helping you stroke him. The feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers as you cum is so sexy to him that he finishes shortly after you.
Since the moment he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you’ve been in your own world, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. It’s not until you start coming down from your high that the outside world starts to trickle back in: the music, the people, the sounds of your friends cheering your name. You turn to the direction of the noise in search of your friends, but a series of cannonballs by a group of guys momentarily blocks your view before you finally spot them. When you turn back after locating them, the boy is gone.
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The next morning in line for the breakfast buffet you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.
“Hey, sorry about last night. My name’s Jaden by the way,” he holds out his hand.
“I’m y/n,” you shake his hand. “What exactly are you sorry about? I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember having a great time.” You give a small smirk.
“Ok, good,” he smiles “I was worried I got a little too caught up in the moment and took things too far,” he admits. “But mostly I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that. My buddies almost drowned me with their cannonballs and I wanted to spare you from having to see me choke to death and squirt water out of my nose.” He laughs.
“Fair. You’re forgiven,” you joke. “Can I ask you something?
“Of course, ask away.”
“How old are you?” You brace yourself for the answer, but at least you know he’s at least twenty one.
“Twenty two, you?”
“Oh god, umm let’s just call it mid 30’s” you answer, slightly embarrassed, and worried about how he might react.
“Can I ask you a question now?” He asks.
“Sure.”
“I’d like to spend some more time with you today. Would you like that?” He asks.
“Wait, so your not bothered by me being much older than you?” You question.
“Not at all,” he smirks. “Sooo is that a yes then?”
“I-I dunno..” you're sure he just wants to hook up again , and you don’t want to give him that impression. Last night was just a heat of the moment thing.
“I just wanna talk, get to know you. Hands to myself this time, promise,” he replies as if he’s read your mind.
“Okay,” you agree. “My friends and I have a dolphin excursion during the day and dinner reservations at 6:00, so why don’t we meet somewhere around 8:00?”
“That works for me. Meet at the hot tubs?”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You answer.
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You head down to the deck with the hot tubs after dinner; bathing suit on and towel in hand. You know you’re going to be a few minutes early but you figure you’d get there before they get crowed. When you arrive however you see Jaden already in one of the hot tubs; his elbows resting on the edge, and a cigarette between two fingers. You know it’s a nasty habit and not good for his health but fuck - why does he look so good doing it.
“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention.
“Shit!” He blows out a mouthful of smoke and ashes the cigarette out on the edge of the hot tub. “Sorry, bad habit, tryna quit. I wasn’t expecting you for like another ten minutes, thought I could sneak one in.”
“No worries,” you smile, stepping into the hot tub with him. “I expected there to be more people out here, thought I’d come early before they filled up.”
“Yeah, same,” he says as you scoot over next to him . “But apparently there’s supposed to be a rainstorm some time tonight, so maybe that’s why. Although I don’t really see why it would matter, like you’re in a bathing suit literally sitting in water anyways.” He shrugs. “So anyways, tell me about yourself. I’m guessing you’re not here on Spring Break too.” He laughs.
“Nope, celebrating my divorce actually,” you admit, holding up your left hand and wiggling your ring finger— a lighter band of flesh, where a ring once sat.
“Ooh brutal, sorry to hear that. Did you guys have kids together?” Jaden asks.
“Dont be. I’m glad it’s over. And yeah twin boys actually. They’re six. My moms watching them while we’re gone.”
“Aww, sweet” he smiles.
“How ‘bout you? I already know you’re here on Spring Break. Sooo ummm—ooh I know, tell me about your tattoos, do they have any special meaning or anything?
“Some I just liked, and some have meaning but this one’s the most important to me,” he points to a scrawling of repeated sentences that goes from his chest down his side. I got it for my best friend Cooper who passed away from fentanyl poisoning last year. I just didn’t know what say, didn’t know what to do after he passed , ya know, it’s like — “ he pauses a moment and swallows hard . “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else,”
“Sure, no problem. I understand” you say supportively, placing a hand on his shoulder.
The rest of your conversation is much more happy and upbeat —sharing your favorite movies, music, and books, where you both live and what you do for work. Also telling silly anecdotes about your childhoods, college life, motherhood and so on.
And then the rain starts; which you both agreed was no big deal but, unfortunately this rain is accompanied by thunder and lighting.
“Ugh, I was having a great time talking with you. Sorry the rain cut our little date short.” You say, sounding disappointed as you both quickly exit the hot tub.
“Is that what this was?” He smiles.
“Maybe,” you answer coyly with a shrug and flirty smile.
“If you’re okay with it, you can come back to my cabin and talk a little more, hangout, watch a movie or something,” he suggests. “But I totally understand if you're not comfortable with that. No pressure.”
“Sure, I’d like that,” you agree.
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“Shit, I just realized I don’t have anything dry to change into” you state upon entering his cabin. “And my rooms like on the complete other side of the ship. Do you have anything I could just throw on for now?”
“Uhhhm, sure,” Jaden looks around the room for something to give you. “Here you can wear this bathrobe,” he says, tossing you the white, terry cloth covering before sitting down on the bed.
In the corner of the room you turn, facing away from Jaden, put on the robe, and then descretly remove your bathing suit from under it.”
“What, no show?” Jaden jokes.
“You don’t wanna see, trust me.” You say, sounding down.
“Oh, but I do,” he laughs, but then stops when he notices you aren’t laughing too. Hey, what’s a matter. I’m just joking.I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn’t my intention. I don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you back to the room. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that. I’m just really not comfortable in my own skin these days—haven’t been for a while actually. I love my kids to death but let’s just say pregnancy didn’t do my body any favors. You're young, you can have any hott girl with a tight little body. Why would you wanna see mine, it’s nothing to look at, I promise you.”
“I promise you you’re wrong. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
You’re not sure what that consists of exactly, but you nod in agreement anyways. Jaden makes you feel so safe, and you could definitely use a confidence boost.
“C’mere,” Jaden leads you by your hand into the bathroom, and positions you in front of the mirror. “Can I take this off?” He whispers in your ear from behind you, as he places a hand on each of your robe covered shoulders. You meekly nod yes and he slips the garment off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you completely nude. You fight the urge to cover yourself but the look of awe in Jaden’s eyes as he surveys your naked body helps melt away some of your insecurity. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breaths against your our neck. “Now what I want you to do is look in the mirror with me,” he instructs. You flick your eyes up to the mirror meeting his in the reflection. “I want you to tell me what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror—give it all to me, the good, the bad, the ugly, then I’m gonna tell you what I see.”
“I see someone I don’t recognize anymore. I used to be pretty, but now I have crows feet by my eyes, and my breasts have lost the perky fullness they had before breastfeeding two kids. It’s been six years and I still haven’t lost all the baby weight,” You poke at your stomach. “And I have this C-section scar from when my body failed to do the one thing it was literally designed to do!“ You start getting emotional. “My hips are so wide now, and my ass is huge , and don’t even get me started on the stretch marks on my inner thighs,” you sigh, holding back tears.
“First of all, you ARE pretty, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. When I look at your eyes I don’t see crows feet— I see a million smiles and childhood summers spent having fun in the sun,” he says, making you smile. “That’s a million and one now,” he teases playfully. “Now, before I continue, do I have permission to touch you?”
“Permission granted,” you snicker “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to feel your hands on me again,” you admit, blushing.
“And my lips too?” He begins kissing slowly up the side of you neck, making every hair on your body stand on end with arousal.
“Mmmhm, yeah, that too.” You giggle coyly.
“And these,..”he continues, cupping you from behind, “I see breasts that nourished two beautiful babies,and still look plenty perky to me, especially these nipples,” he rolls the buds between his thumbs and pointer fingers. “I love how erect they are for me.” He tugs on them gently before moving his hands to your stomach. “You don’t need to lose a single pound, all I see is curves and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not the 90’s anymore where women had to be rail thin to meet some ridiculous standard of beauty— all bodies are beautiful. And besides you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing two human beings inside you, this was their home for nine months!” He grips your soft belly tightly as he speaks. “And this scar,” he traces his finger over it, causing a ticklish chill to run through you at the ghostly sensation— you still don’t have much feeling there. “This is not a failure, it’s a reminder of how your babies were able to safely enter this world when things didn't go quite as planned.” Your eyes begin to well with tears again, not with sadness, but from the joy of a guy you met less than twenty four hours ago helping you fall back in love with your body and realize all its accomplishments. “And your ass and hips— fuck, that might be my favorite part of your body. Do you know how many women literally pay thousands of dollars to make their hips and ass look like this?” He rubs his hands over the swell of your backside. “It’s literally perfect.” He says with a firm squeeze. “And these—” he places his fingertips on the jagged pink and white lines on your inner thigh and begins to trace them upwards. “These are a map, leading me to where I wanna be the most,” he slides his middle finger through your wetness, “God damn you’re soaked and we’re not even in the pool this time,” he teases. “I think you want me here too, huh?” He begins rubbing slow circles on your clit, “and I mean more than just my fingers this time,” he smirks at you in the mirror before pressing his growing erection against your backside, and his mouth to your neck.
“Mhm, fuck—“ you moan, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his dark hair while he marks you. “Mmmm, Jaden… do you… do you have a condom? I mean, my tubes are tied but—”
“I just got tested before the cruise baby—I’m clean.” He states breathily, before reattaching his lips to your neck, and pulling himself free from his swim trunks with his free hand.
“Okaay,” you moan. “I-I trust you.”
He slips in with ease; both of you releasing a shaky breath at the feeling. And while you haven’t exactly seen his dick yet, you can tell that it’s big.
“Fuccck, you feel incredible!” He nips along your jawline as he begins to thrust — one tattooed hand on your hip and the other, full of your breast, holding you against him so you can watch. He begins with a slow, gentle rhythm, taking his time to fully appreciate your warmth and tightness with each lengthy stroke.
“Ohhhh, Jaden!” You moan breathily.
“Mmmh yeah—am I making you feel good, baby?”
“Ss-so good.” And you mean that in every way- not just sexually.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I fuck you,” he rasps in your ear.
You watch Jadens thrusts grow more urgent, his hands more hungry as he claws and grabs at every square inch of flesh he can get his hands on. Because of him you’re able to watch unashamed, as your soft body jiggles everytime Jaden’s hips crash against your backside, the movement spurring him on even more. You’re able to see the undeniable desire in his eyes, hear the truth of his words.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy!” He grunts through clenched teeth, increasing the intensity and depth of his pace even more, as he grows close to orgasm.
You grip the bathroom counter in front of you and let your head hang down in overwhelming pleasure. With a firm but gentle hold of your throat, Jaden lifts your head back up to face your reflection.
“Don’t want you to miss the best part,” he teases.
And with one final thrust, he cums hard, filling you to the brim. The warm eruption triggers your own orgasm, splashing against Jaden’s pelvis and dripping down his tattooed thighs.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before,” you admit after finally catching your breath, your legs still weak and trembling.
“I can believe that,” he laughs looking down at the mess you’ve made of him. “It was so fucking hott though…Shower then room service?”
“Sounds perfect” you smile, stepping into the shower with him.
The shower starts off innocent, with the intent of actually washing up and getting clean but when Jaden asks if he can help wash you, things heat up rather quickly. As he soaps up your breasts you feel something brush press against you and look down.
“Are you really hard again, already? You just came!”
“I’m young, I got the drive and the stamina to go all night if you want,” he smirks.
“I just might have to take you up on that,” you smirk back, reaching to grasp his cock. You give it a few teasing tugs before dropping to your knees.
He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you tease your tongue along the underside of his shaft , tracing the vein from hilt to tip. He lets out a low and breathy “Fuck” as the head disappears inside your mouth— the rest of his length soon to follow. He tastes of you, and the scent of chlorine still lingers on his skin, especially when you take him deep, your nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of hair on his pelvis. The same patch that was just slightly visible last night above the waistband of his low hung swim trunks. You remember the way your eyes followed his happy trail to it, your mind wondering what was below it. Now just barely twenty four hours later it’s been inside of you; first your pussy and now your mouth. Every bob of your head brings him closer, his pleasure building so much he can’t help but buck his hips, gently fucking into your mouth.
“Ohh, shit —Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out, grabbing the back of your head with both hands holding you in place as he spurts down your throat. “Mhgmmmmmmmmm” he lets out a long and pleasure-filled moan, still pumping his hips in short stokes, enjoying the last tendrils of his orgasm before pulling out. “God damn, that was so good!” He praises your skills, making you blush. “Ok” he starts with a laugh “let’s try this again, shower then room service”
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By the time room service arrives after your shower, you’re at it again, this time riding Jaden in bed— a position you haven’t been brave enough to do in quite some time. You’ve already cum and Jaden is dangerously close when you both hear the faint knock followed by “Room service.”
“Shit, don’t stop,” Jaden whispers to you before shouting to room service “Just—fuck, j-just leave it by the door!”
Another roll of your hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling back, chiseled body twitching under you, calling out your name as he cums for the third time tonight.
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“We definitely worked up an appetite,” Jaden laughs looking at all the now completely empty pile of dishes on the room service cart. “You save any room for dessert?”
“No way, I’m stuffed,” you answer.
“Well I did.” Jaden smirks pushing you back down on the bed, and spreading your legs, his head disappearing between your thighs.
“Ohhh Jaden …”
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In the morning Jaden wakes before you, he can’t help but watch you sleep, sofly swiping a single knuckle along your cheek as he admires your beauty. The sensation stirs you from your slumber. Your eyes still heavy with sleep blink open and Jaden’s face comes into focus.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Jaden says, his husk, sleep laden, voice sounding so sexy. “It’s just that you're even beautiful when you sleep.”
“S’ok,” You murmur, with a smile. “Gotta get up anyways,my friends are probably wondering where the fuck I am.”
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You put your key card to the door of your cabin and the door clanks open rousing your friends from their sleep.
“Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asks, squinting at her phone. “Ten thirty two, sorry we woke up so late. I think me and Liz had a little too much to drink last night. I hope you weren’t bored waiting around for us.” Ashley apologizes. “Have you already been swimming this morning?” she asks noticing you're in a robe with your bathing suit dangling from your hand.
“Wait!” Liz interjects, “That’s the bathing suit you had on when you left for your date with -with that college boy, what’s his face—“
“It’s Jaden” you remind her.
“— you’re just getting back now, aren’t you!! You spent the night!?” Liz exclaims accusingly.
The hue of your cheeks and your guilty smile give you away. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait for the slew of questions you know you’re about to get pummeled with.
“Oh my god, did you sleep with him?” Ashley asks.
You answer wordlessly, pulling back the collar of the robe, exposing the numerous wine colored markings that decorate your flesh.
“Jesus! I haven’t seen that many hickeys since highschool” Liz teases. “Ok, spill, how bad was the sex? I’m cringing just looking at your neck.”
“It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” you blushed. “He made me feel like a fucking Goddess!”
“ There’s no way,” Liz scoffs. “How much experience can he even have.” She says with an eyeroll.
“Yeah I’m not buying it either,” Ashley laughs. “C’mom you don’t got to lie to us. We’ve all had our subpar hookups, especially when we were in college. Guys that age are all confidence and no skill.”
“No I’m dead serious, it was amazing!!!” You gush. “And not just his dick, but the way he made me feel…”
You proceed to tell them every detail of last night, from how he praised and appreciated your every flaw and gave you your confidence back, to just how good his dick felt inside you and how talented he was with his mouth and fingers. When you're done talking Liz gets up and starts walking towards the cabin door.
“Where are you going?” You ask perplexed.
“Going to find me one of these college boys” Liz laughs. “Does he have friends?” She jokes, making her way back to the bed. “Seriously though, sorry we teased you, that sounds amazing.”
“Yeah,” Ashley agrees. “I’m a little jealous— good dick AND body positivity, sign me the fuck up!”
“What are you guys gonna do when the cruise is over?” Liz asks, “You’ll probably never see eachother again.”
“Oh my god, that’s right! I forgot to tell you guys the best part! Earlier in the night when we were just talking in the hot tub we figured out that he only lives an hour away from us!”
“Holy shit, what a small world, that’s awesome.” Ashley exclaims.
“I’ll tell you what’s not small,” you smirk.
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every single thought i had abt one piece live action
alvida is so hot im praying when she comes back she’ll have the slip slip fruit and still be fat please god.
introducing zoro with baroque works instead of with helmeppo was fucking genius, and mr 7’s redesign is pique. and the gore of zoro killing mr 7? sets a great fucking precedence.
binks brew playing in the background of the flash back where luffy eats his fruit >>>>>
i want a copy of nami’s book as merch
i love the little homage to the original of luffy planning to just fly in
having luffy be there for the scene with helmeppo and rika >>>>
ive said it once ill say it a thousand times how do they manage to make zoro even gayer. ill never get over the whimpering caption with helmeppo just crawling on the ground.
nami girlboss girlslaying even
zoro you cryptic little gay freak “then he owes me money” “didnt wanna make a mess”
im mad they didnt make captain morgan tell helmeppo he didnt beat him as a kid is bc he’s too pathetic to hit.
captain “we should be working for the same team” morgan. bro you are an elder fag preying on a young gay man. THE SHOULDER TOUCH???
roronoa “i kinda got my own thing going on” zoro
“7 days? i could catch up on my sleep”
“when i get down from here, you’ll be the one begging.” MY GOD YOU FAG
tag urself im the bead of sweat in zoros eyebrow
“get lost”
“i am.. lost”
“heyhey no. dont do that.”
my god nami’s actress is perfect the body language, tone of voice, its so accurate to how she was pre joining strawhats. and GOD her facial expressions in her first fight scene w luffy…
zoro almost dipping then deciding he wants to fight lmao i love it
“arent you that drunk from the bar?”
“glad i made an impression.”
morgan you didnt capture shit
inaki did a great job making luffy still look animated.
zoro cutting helmeppos hair is so fucking funny
garp knew exactly who it was when he first got that call
buggy youre sitting like SUCH a slut
buggy loves talking abt shanks like he’s an ex boyfriend
i wanna see what else buggy can do
zoro definitely had sex with cabaji and then killed his brother
i could watch yasopp shoot people all day
shanks casting is so well done im obsessed with the fact that none of the characters are the conventionally attractive roblox looking types
also the timing of luffy being drowned and the flashback to shanks saving him… timed perfectly great depiction of ptsd. same thing with zoros flashbacks.
“why gonna rob the place blind?”
“at least a little blurry”
i love the wlw mlm solidarity with nami and zoro, oh my god the scene of them getting dressed and nami picking out a shirt for him??? obsessed.
zoros pink ass drink
FUNKY BAR MIRROR BALL???
“arlonggg babyyyy”
“you dont think she like. like likes me do you?”
i love the way the meowmin twins move when theyre fighting in the stairwell
luffy grinning like a freak through kuros blades :333 and then the fucking thumbs up
luffys look to nami when kaya says they have a ship
damn they really just fucking murked merry
“they do know im the captain right?”
“let them have this one”
“we are” playing while they leave syrup village im obsessed
nami laughing for probably the first time in years at usopp and luffy fighting over who’s the captain
i could write an essay about the fear in garps eyes in that flashback (im going to)
“which way is port?”
“the left!”
“neverrrrrrr!”
“fine ya brat have it yer wae”
garp laughing bc he’s actually invested in his job again
the camera lense while luffy is smelling the baratie is fucking hilarious
“add food to the equation and suddenly he knows how to navigate”
ive said it once i’ll say it a thousand times inaki does a great fucking job making luffy still look animated
ill never get over sanji’s accent its so fucking fan indulgent
the little angry kick after he puts em on the fucking ground
“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. my name is sanji what can i get for you?”
“any drinks one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”
“apologies madam didnt see you there. would you care for an apéritif to start?”
sanji is such a freak oh my god i love him
zoro pointing it out is so fan indulgent
zoro grinning like an idiot when nami says “i need a drink”
im obsessed with usopps fishbowl
sanji’s smile talking about the all blue WAHHHH
i love live action sanji cooking
his fucking theme playing oh my god
zoro and nami comparing usopp to a sea slug
“i had friends”
“swords dont count”
“i had one friend”
“hell one more than i have”
zoro you fucking freak
why is he standing like that fucking fag
“because youre my friend you idiot” NAMI WAHHHHHHHH
zeff is so hot omfg
sanji’s desperate baby scream breaks my heart
i really like they went using with the original manga plotline for sanji’s backstory
“id eat both arms and legs to save zoros life”
putting buggy in the bag is so fucking funny
that zoom in on sanji yelling “zeff” what was that
god i love sanji and zeffs fight
zoro waking up scene is fucking adorable
zoro you fucking devoted freak i love you
ill never get over sanji’s theme
“the only thing i wanna hear from you is dinner specials”
baby nami is perfectly cast
BLACK NOJIKO BLACK NOJIKO
buggys body pinned up at arlongs base lmfao
“arlong has bled us dry”
“then find more blood”
i love helmeppo sitting like that lmao
bellemere’s death scene always makes me tear up jesus christ
“i thought itd take a lot more liquor to bring out your mutinous side.”
why was arlongs speech edited like that oh my god
“of course i will” makes me tear up every fucking time
nami drawing her maps in fucking blood is such great symbolism
“you look tired, maybe you should take a break”
“maybe you ought to get back in the kitchen”
“quit screwing around! luffy needs us!”
“you just got here you dont know what luffy needs.”
“i know he needs my cooking.”
“putting two slices of bread together?”
telling buggy to shut up in unison lmao
“im gonna get outta here.” while flipping them off
“fucking clown.”
USOPP EXPLODING STAR U GOAT
“i get it zeff was mean to you boohoo”
“you dont ever badmouth nami.”
“now youve done it.”
god i love taz skylar
“all great fighters call out there finishing moves”
“yeah youre gonna fit in just fine.”
SANJI WANTING TO HUG NAMI AND HER RUNNING PAST LMFAO
“back for seconds must have liked it.”
“at least i dont need 3 swords to prove im a man.”
garp jus beating the shit out of luffy
nami hitting nezumi >>>>>
god i fucking love nami talking at bellemeres grave
“i know what it means to fight for your family.”
luffy’s reaction to his bounty im in love
koby what was that gay ass look you want to kiss luffy so bad dont you
“be a good marine.”
“be a good pirate.”
luffy mimicking his poster
god i love makino
kaya with a different tea looking healthy 😭
luffy’s bounty up under employee of the month
BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA
god i love garp
helmeppo learning to be swordsman :33
“maybe the old chef was right. it id your turn.”
“i can still take you.” not in a fight…
their jolly roger 🥺🥺🥺
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I thought we'd take this opportunity to revisit Beskar Hearts (Boba Fett x Din Djarin x F!Reader) because what's better than one beskar boyfriend? TWO!!
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T&W: poly relationship, stern Boba 🤤, bratty reader hehe
Boba and Din have been elbows deep in the guts of the Firespray for hours past when they said they’d be done when you finally stomp aboard to find your Mandalorians in the late evening. It had been a long day in a long week in which you’d barely seen either of them outside the quick kisses in the morning and before they both went soundly to sleep, leaving you aching for their touch and attention. And by the Maker you are going to get what you want one way or another—you’re not Boba Fett’s princess and spoiled by the Mand’alor for nothing.
That was your thinking when you put on a scandalous little two piece lingerie set underneath a robe and march onto Boba’s ship with nary a single good intention. “You two almost done? You said you’d be finished hours ago,” you call out as you board, your voice pitched in a whine.
“That was before we knew we would have to rewire the entire power system for this section, mesh’la. We’re almost done,” Din answers patiently when you find them crouched around an access panel. “You know this is important to Boba.”
“Pfft I thought I was important to Boba,” you grumble under your breath as you plop down in the pilot’s chair with a huff and crossing your arms.
“What was that?” the daimyo snaps, pausing his soldering to glare at you. He’s got grease smeared across his sweaty brow and the look of a man who had very little patience left.
Lucky me, this’ll be easy then. “Someone’s in a bad mood,” you smirk, leaning forward so the front of your robe falls open to reveal a look at your chest. “Why don’t you forget about all those stupid wires and let me cheer you up.”
“Watch it, princess. You heard Din, we’ll be done soon.”
“What if I don’t want to wait for ‘soon’? What if I want you done now?”
Boba’s eyes flash with danger and thrill shoots through you. “Then I’d remind you that good, patient girls get rewarded, while insolent brats get punished.”
You stick out your bottom lip. “But I want you nowww, sir,” you pout, standing from the seat. In a smooth, swift movement you release the robe’s ties and shrug it to the floor, leaving you in your barely-there undergarments. “My little pussy needs you.”
Din gasps and Boba’s eyes widen a fraction as he beholds the sight of you, but his expression remains firm nonetheless. Swallowing, he glares up at your standing form. “Sit down and be quiet so we can finish. Then I’ll take care of that pussy and that attitude upstairs.”
“Mmm but now would be so much better, don’t you think? Din?” you flick your eyes over to the younger man for a second before refocusing on Boba.
“You really want to do this, little girl? Or are you going to follow the rules and do as you’re told?” the daimyo answers, the unspoken threat thick in his voice.
“Oh, haven’t you heard?” you retort and Boba raises his brows with a look of final warning. “Rules are meant to be broken, old man.”
Everyone freezes and you swear the air is sucked out of the room. After three rapid beats of your heart, Boba sets his tools aside slowly and stands, wiping his hands on a spare rag. In a cacophony of silence, he takes the couple of steps between you and stops a breath away from your scantily-clad body. He stares at you for a moment, his eyes hard and dangerous, and you can practically feel your underwear soaking all the way through—you’re fucked and you know it.
“I want you to remember that you chose this,” he starts slowly, bending down to retrieve your discarded robe and sliding your arms through the sleeves firmly, “you chose to run that smart mouth instead of listening… remember that when you’re begging for mercy and crying to come.” He synches the belt around your waist tightly. “Now get your brat ass upstairs before I get any truly creative ideas for your punishment.”
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pairing: felix x rebel!reader
summary: you and felix became close when he joined the rebellion. when he’s gone from a mission longer than he should be, you set out to find where he really is.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: season 6 chapter 10 spoilers, swearing, symptoms of a panic attack but not actually stated, brief mention of suicide(but not acted upon), pain pain pain!, kind of an open ending, all lowercase, gn!reader, follows plot of show
notes: whew! put a lot of prompts into this one, gotta make it sting a little! keep in mind this is my first work for this fandom and for…well, anything! please please please comment your thoughts on it, hope you all enjoy :)
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“felix, rendezvous back at the ship, it’s time to let them end their war once and for all.” the radio goes quiet for a moment, the other side contemplating their choice of words.
“tie up your loose ends.”
the line cuts off with static, locus supposedly getting ready for the attack on the federal army.
it’s quiet, until a long sigh breaks through the empty room. “fuck.”
-
it’s no question that felix and you have a… special relationship. ever since he joined the rebellion, it’s as if you two just clicked.
you were one of the best in the rebellion, although you didn’t have much competition. because of your superior skill, or well, the inferior skill of others, you had trouble connecting with the other soldiers.
when felix showed up, everything changed.
like a flipped switch, you were never alone, always by each other’s side. of course, other than when he went on his own missions and when you had your own duties to attend to on base.
you two did everything together. training, dining, hell— even chores (although, he was more so just keeping you company as you were on dish duty).
eventually, things started to take a turn. training sessions and missions suddenly turned into late night walks and deep conversations in your quarters.
of course, this soon led to more… intimate moments between you both.
soon after, everyone could catch on that you two had something going on.
… or maybe it was after felix beat up a new recruit to the brink of death when he found out the poor guy was flirting with you.
nevertheless, things were going fine— perfect even. as fine as things can be during a civil war.
until everything wasn’t.
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“felix? i thought kimball sent you out to scout the feds?”
you’re in the back of the weaponry, sharpening your knives (gifted by a certain someone) and preparing your other guns for an upcoming mission when you spotted him walking up to you.
“oh god, please tell me she doesn’t want me to tag along. i don’t know how many more bullets i can take for you.”
he let out a soft chuckle as he stood in front of you, staring down at you seated on a crate.
“oh please, it was one time. and you didn’t even get shot, it grazed your leg.” his eyes flicker down to the knife in your hand, his chest puffing up smugly.
he’s weird that way. seeing you use the knives he gifted you gave him a sense of possessiveness, as if he was staking his claim on you. you always called him a creep when he brought it up.
neither of you brought up how you never denied it.
“as much as i’d love to have you on this next mission, no, she didn’t tell me to come get you.” he clears his throat before continuing, “i just… wanted to you to see me off.”
you pause your work, staring up at him with a confused look. of course because of the helmets, he doesn’t see it, so you both stare at each other in awkward silence for a moment.
“...okay, i’ll bite. why?” you set your weapons to the side so you can stand face to face with him. “you don’t plan to die on this one, do you?” your tone has a tint of humor to it, but your body is clearly tense.
“darling, please. look who you’re talking to. you think some weak federals can kill this awesome bod? i’m offended.” he makes a pose of showing off his arm muscles, causing you to just scoff and lightly shove his shoulder.
“right. i forgot i was hanging with the strongest man on the planet,” your tone drips with faux praise, glancing behind him at the lingering soldiers giving you both cautious glances.
“i’m serious though. i just wanted to see you before i left.” he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers brushing against your wrist. your helmet clinks gently against his like a childish kiss. everyone already knew about you two, but it’s nice to keep some professionalism in public.
“how long will you be gone?” you whisper softly, as if raising your voice would shatter the intimate moment between you two.
“not long. intel says it’ll be quick. i should be back in a few days.” he responds just as gently, all humor in his voice gone and replaced with a tone you would never hear him use with anyone else.
“okay, be safe.”
-
it’s been two weeks since your last conversation with him, and it’s safe to say you were… on edge.
you’ve been going around the base non-stop asking the same questions, where is he, what do you know about the mission he was sent on, and at some point during it all kimball summoned you herself after you snapped at one of the rookies.
“what the hell were you thinking, pulling a gun on a fucking rookie? have you lost your goddamn mind?!”
kimballs voice is loud enough to echo throughout the whole base, yet you remain unphased as she throws words towards you that are intended to hurt. you tune her out, completely uninterested in what she has to say.
your mind hasn’t been the same since he left. you can handle when he goes off on his usual missions, but when he doesn’t come back two weeks after he said he should’ve?
it’s logical for you to get a little high strung.
you let her hurl a few more insults towards you before interrupting. “it won’t happen again. am i dismissed?”
she grinds her jaw to restrain the next string of curses about to be let out, and huffs. “look, i know you’re stressed that felix is gone. shit, i don’t know where he is either, okay? but you need to get your shit together. i don’t want to see another fuck up like this again, understand?”
you only nod, turning on your heel and walking out of the building. as you make your way towards your quarters, you overhear the galaxy's greatest heroes (a bunch of lazy idiots if anyone were to ask you) talking about some sort of rescue mission to save the rest of their team.
you tense up. maybe felix was sent to go after them and got captured himself? you were willing to take the chance to find out.
pausing, you contemplate the risk of asking to join them. not because it would be betraying your alliance to the rebellion, but because hanging around with them will surely lower your chance of survival.
waving away your doubts, you walk into the building they were in. they notice you immediately, instantly becoming tense. “oh… hey there,” the yellow (orange, he always corrects you) one says.
“i want in on your little rescue mission. it’ll be wise for you to bring me along.”
they all share a look, before the teal one speaks up, “uh… sure. but why?”
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oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.
there is absolutely no possible explanation as to how the five of you have made it this far, and you don’t plan on questioning it, instead thanking whatever god is up there that you haven’t blown your own brains out from the frustration of having to deal with their idiotic antics.
you don’t think about it any longer once they reunite with their team, your disappointment evident when you don’t see felix being one of the people among them.
for fucks sake, where could he have gone?
your question gets answered shortly after.
“...felix?”
you stand amongst the other soldiers, staring at him with a confused expression. your heart stutters in what you thought was relief, but you should’ve known better.
once the fight broke out, you were so confused. you had no idea what to do. do you shoot at him? what if it was just a huge misunderstanding? why was he with locus? there was too much going on. before you even knew it, one of the soldiers, you’re assuming one of the heroes allies, teleports your team away.
you were left behind.
following your instincts, you fucking book it and run, away from whatever the hell just happened and whoever the hell was chasing you.
not long after, because your training wasn’t that good, you’re worn out from running away, deciding to take cover behind one of the many rocky pikes surrounding the base.
you drop your gun, your hands shaking too much to hold it steady. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear footsteps running past you, and you try your best to hold your breath. you didn’t know what to do, you weren’t cut out for this, you weren’t cut out for this war.
your breath is shallow as you rip off your helmet, taking large gasps of air and clutching your chest tightly to help ease the pain forming there. you couldn’t feel anything, your chest was hurting so much it numbed the pain in your legs from running.
trying to steady yourself, you count your breaths, praying that you can just calm down and keep running.
“i knew i’d find you here.”
your heart drops, and you raise your head to look up at the person approaching you. you take a deep breath to try and focus.
“felix, i thought you- what the hell is going on?” you stand up straight, starting to walk towards him. you’re so confused and you need to know if it's really him.
before you can even take a step, his gun is aimed straight at your face. “stay where you are.”
your body instantly freezes, a sudden chill shooting down your spine. “felix.. what are you doing? we can leave before they find us, stop messing with me and put the gun down!”
he doesn’t seem to listen, his gun following your head as you try to move slightly out of its range.
“you know, from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually,” he lowered his gun, starting to pace slowly in front of you.
the radio in his suit buzzes, most likely containing orders to the soldiers nearby to eliminate you immediately, but all he does is switch it off.
“i was surprised, really, how easily you opened up to me. i mean, come on, trusting a mercenary? i thought i taught you better,” he keeps the gun lowered, but you know the threat is still prominent, “and then you had to go and fall for me. you sure gave me trouble finding ways to report to command without you being on my back all the time.”
your brain lags, trying to piece together what he’s saying but you’re so deep in denial. “felix i- what are you even saying?”
“do you remember the first time we met?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “the first conversation we had?”
when you don’t respond, he takes pride in answering his own question, “i told you not to get too close to me. kimball said it herself– i was hired to help you guys, what makes you think you and your little crush on me could ever change that?”
it’s like a wave of ice water washes over you, and you finally come to your senses. it really is felix, and he really is betraying you.
your gaze slides down to your previously dropped gun, and as if reading your mind, he lifts his gun again towards you, “i don’t think so, darling.”
what once was a nickname that made you smile giddily, now makes your body tingle in a new feeling of discomfort.
“what is this, a lesson in not trusting people? god, spare me the act,” your words leak with newfound hatred, glaring at him as if looks could kill. “just get it over with and say you never loved me.”
your brain yells at you to not be so hostile, to start begging for your life, but you’re stubborn.
just how he taught you.
your comment takes him by surprise, the grip on his gun faltering slightly. he quickly recovers, tightening his grip and aiming it at you with a new sense of justification. “don’t make me kill you.”
you let out a scoff, “what, going to shoot me? go on, do it.”
after a moment of silence between you both, and still no sound of a trigger, your eyes narrow at him, “don’t have the balls to do it? you don’t need me to call locus over, do you?”
he lets out a low growl, but still makes no move to pull the trigger. letting out a sigh, you lean back on your heels. if you were going to die now, you’d at least like one of your questions answered.
“what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?” you try to sound like you don’t care, like him betraying you didn’t feel like a fucking train wreck, but you can’t help the unsteadiness in your voice.
“that i wish you never had trusted me.”
you see his finger twitch on the trigger, and you look up to the sky.
as much as you hated the feds, they had a pretty damn good view.
#rvb felix#rvb felix x reader#felix x reader#red vs blue#rvb#rvb x reader#red vs blue x reader#x reader#rvb locus#rvb tucker#rvb grif
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((Redoing this cuz TUMBLR FLAGGED IT DAMNIT))
20 Questions for Fic Authors !!
Thank you S O SOSOSOSOOSSOSO MUCH @sunhatllama & @courtofparrots for tagging me!!!!! :DDD
1. How many works do you have??
36!!
2. What is your AO3 word count??
202,659!!!!!!!!! God fucking damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. What fandoms do you write for??
Just Resident Evil!! :D
4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos??
1. All You Have To Do Is Ask
2. Your Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts
3. Leon (Finally) Gets Top Surgery
4. Anemoia
And Love Me Like There’s No Tomorrow in that order!!
5. Do you respond to comments??
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES EVEN IF IT TAKES ME FOREVER I ADORE COMMENTS THEY KEEP ME GOING
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending??
OOOOOUGHH this is hard because I am ALLERGIC to writing angst BXBDHENSJ I don’t know why I just struggle to do it!!!! I always feel too bad for the characters!!!!! But if I HAD to pick I’d proooobably say It Was Only Yesterday for @aquarelacosmica because old age is sad I guess BXNENNEDJ
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending??
Literally all of them HDBEHENDJJ happy endings are guaranteed with all my fics but if I had to chose my favourites, they’d be, in no particular order;
1. Marido
2. Matteo
3. Beautiful Boy
4. New Years
5. I’ll Help You Pray
And 6. Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy!!
8. Do you get hate on fics??
Not so far thank god!! I’ve definitely received WEIRD or overbearing comments but no hate!
9. Do you write smut??
My only NS f W fic is Feeling Loved, and it’s more a piece on Luis’ chronic pain and self esteem after RE4 than it is smut I’d say!! It’s very near and dear to my heart <3
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve written??
I’ve never WRITTEN a crossover HOWEVER I have PLENTY of AU’s in my art tag!!! I’d love to write my Warriors Serennedy AU out someday though!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen??
Nope!!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated??
I’ve actually been asked by somebody before if they could translate my fic one time!!! I don’t remember which it was, but I had to politely decline since I didn’t know the language and wouldn’t be able to crowd control the response, but they were super duper polite and kind about it!!!!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before??
I’ve never co-written a fic per se but I’ve definitely had my friends bounce ideas between me and help me with proofreading!!!!! Ily guys <<<<333
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
leans on the suspiciously serennedy-shaped box standing in my room Why do you wanna know?
15. What’s a WIP you’d wanna finish but doubt you ever will??
I have quite a handful that I’ve started but unfortunately lost the momentum for and can’t find it again.
Writing is a lot like art for me- if inspiration strikes I have to do it THEN AND THERE or else I’ll lose the groove for the kind of style/inspo I wanted to do it in, and unfortunately I had to give up quite a few fanfic projects this year to focus on art and also mainly cuz the beginning of this year has been VEEEEEERY tough and I always prioritise my art over writing unfortunately!!
I’m proud of myself for finishing (I’m Just A) Sweet Transvestite though- that one was made through blood sweat and tears :,)
16. What are your writing strengths?
UHHHH NO CLUE!!! I’ve been TOLD it’s how I characterise my characters and how I write dialog, but I think the easiest thing for ME is describing scenes so I dunno!!
17. What are your writing weaknesses??
Can saying ‘everything’ count HFNEHENDJ I’m more of an artist than a writer!! But I think the thing I struggle with the most is stretching out important emotional beats. And also commas.
18. Thoughts on writing dialog in another language??
I do it all the time for Luis so Hell Yeah!!! Thank you Wilfreeeeeeeddd for helpiiiinnngg <<<33
19. First fandom you wrote for??
Also Resident Evil!! Serennedy has a violent chokehold on me
20. Favourite fic you’ve written??
(I’m Just A) Sweet Transvestite !! I am S O proud of myself for finishing it man!!!!! I went through HELL and back writing it and I made something that means a lot to me!!!!!!
Tagging @blveherb , @geddy-leesbian , @leonsbunny , @hamartia-grander , @ugetelynx , @theprestigegirly @mooseonahunt and anyone else who wants to join!! :DD
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Incorrect Quotes Tag!
Tagged by the very cool, @rickie-the-storyteller! Find her post here!
This is the link to the generator.
Since the last time I did this, I used my characters from The Last Wrath, this time, I did this tag for my main cast of Tales of Wilted Flowers!
It is mostly platonic, the only ships here are: Rylisan/Eiralis, and Xarian/Lorelai.
Micah, Caladin, Arista, and Neoma'ka are their friends and adventuring companions. Kaellel is Eiralis' estranged older brother and Niven is one of Rylisan's many siblings.
Xarian: Is something burning?
Lorelai (leaning seductively on the counter): Just my desire for you.
Xarian: Lorelai, the toaster is literally on fire.
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Kaellel (flying down to camp like nothing’s wrong in the world): Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.
Rylisan: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!
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Eiralis to Rylisan: Turn that frown upside-down!
*a little while later*
Eiralis: What are you doing?
Rylisan, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it is not working.
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Xarian: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.
Caladin: I will politely decline.
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Rylisan: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”?
Arista (a dhampir with issues): …
Arista: …Should I not have?
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Neoma’ka: While you were caught up in your heterosexuality, I studied the way of the blade!
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Lorelai: Do you have a self-care routine?
Kaellel: "Keep going bitch,” said to myself in different accents.
Eiralis, coming into the room: Kaellel, no.
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Rylisan, stoically amused: Do you need help getting up?
Caladin, after a drunken brawl: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.
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Eiralis: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.
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Xarian, incredulous:... You’re giving me a sticker?
Lorelai: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”
Xarian: …
Xarian: I’m not a preschooler.
Lorelai: Fine, I’ll take it back-
Xarian: I earned this, back off!
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Kaellel, eyeing Rylisan with a death glare: It’s not that I don’t trust Eiralis, I just... don’t trust my sister's impulse control. Especially when it comes to you.
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Eiralis: *eating a cinnamon roll*
Rylisan, feigning shock: Cannibalism.
Eiralis: *confused chewing noises*
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Micah: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...
Kaellel, walks past: Only as their rodeo clown.
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Lorelai: Neoma’ka, no.
Neoma’ka, cracking her knuckles, walking towards a fight: Neoma’ka, yes.
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Lorelai: Why do humans have different blood groups?
Caladin, looking at Arista: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.
Arista: *vampiric hiss*
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Rylisan: What can therapy do for me that screaming for 30 minutes can’t?
Niven: I have several questions... Namely why are you like this?
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Micah: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend my friendship on new clothes.
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Rylisan: You're violent.
Arista: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.
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Caladin: I was arrested for being too cool.
Xarian: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
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Xarian: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?
Lorelai: Xarian, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Xarian: …
Lorelai: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Xarian, narrows his eyes: ...
Lorelai: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.
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Rylisan: Do we have any orange juice left?
Kaellel: *pours the remaining juice into their cup without breaking eye contact*
Kaellel: Sorry, we’re all out.
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Xarian: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold?
Neoma’ka: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.
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Rylisan: Niven, I screwed up, big time.
Niven (downing a glass of wine, done with life): Brother dearest, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
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Arista: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.
Caladin: *sobbing*
Arista: Look, my dude, I'm not sure where to go with that.
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Lorelai: That was so hot, Xarian.
Xarian: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Lorelai: I'm so in love with you.
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Kaellel: You know, Micah, you are the sun in my life.
Micah: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?
Kaellel: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you. LEAVE MY HOUSE-
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Neoma’ka: What do you do for a living?
Rylisan: I exist against my will.
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Eiralis: Hey, Rylisan, do you have any hobbies?
Rylisan: Swimming..
Eiralis: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-
Rylisan: In a pool of self-hatred and regret.
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Micah: As a responsible adult-
Caladin: *chuckles*
Micah:… As a responsible adult—
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Lorelai: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.
Xarian: Oh, that was all real.
Rylisan (interrupts): Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!
Xarian: Well, If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right!
Lorelai:... He has a point.
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Tagging: @writernopal, @tabswrites, @cabbojage, @clairelsonao3 and @liv-is.
#writing#writeblr#writers#writerblr#my wips#character writing#my characters#my writing#writers on tumblr#incorrect quotes#tag games!#funny!#wip: Tales of Wilted Flowers
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Continuation of this.
I was lamenting in the tags on the original post about my failure to include Gracie and @teruel-a-witch rightly pointed out that Steve could be the bio dad. So anyways. Here’s how Danny gets a bun in his oven. This also gets unbelievably schmoopy.
I’d say this is a... light E? Heavy M? Sex but nothing too detailed.
•
The thing with having spent like 12 years as Best Friends with Benefits, is that this means everyone gets slapped in the face with Deeply Flirtatious Married Bickering right out the gate.
Danny comes back from the airport, and because he flew in last night and was going to fly out today, all he has is his comfy travel clothes and his funeral suit. As a result he’s in a threadbare pair of jeans and a t shirt with the album cover of Born in the U.S.A on the front, exclusively bc the idea of Danny walking around w/ Bruce Springsteen’s ass across his chest is hilarious to me.
But they’re like Obviously Close to the point that when Steve goes to bully Chin into joining his new task force, Chin sits there like “Okay so Steve McGarrett brought his… not husband, there’s no wedding ring, but boyfriend? Partner? To this discussion. Interesting.”
Steve and Chin go to speak to Doran, because Danny is very firmly in the ‘civilian’ box in Steve’s head. Which mostly means Danny stands by the rental car and goes WHAT THE FUCK when Steve and Chin go in without backup. This is probably the first time Danny’s seen Steve in SEAL mode, the closest is maybe when Steve’s taken him to the gun range. But this is different. This is a side of Steve that Danny hasn’t seen, in all the time he’s known him. But why would he? Steve goes off and does classified shit and doesn’t talk about it. Danny’s a PI from Jersey. It’s two very different lives.
Afterwards Danny walks up to Steve, grabs him by the elbow and, and in front of god and Chin and HPD says:
“Steven. Listen. I love you. You understand that, right?”
Steve, taken a back, half distracted because Doran is fucking dead and therefore useless says, “I – yes. I love you too, Danno.”
“Good,” Danny nods seriously, “Because you are a dumb shit idiot bastard son of a bitch motherfucker, what the hell were you thinking – ”
And then Chin witnesses one of their more legitimate arguments and is like oh damn, trouble in paradise.
After all of it, after Hess is dead in the water, Danny takes Steve back to a hotel room and fucks him careful. Because Steve’s kind of beat up, a little worse for wear. Because he’s a moron who crashed a car into a ship, but he’s also Danny’s moron. Danny sucks him sloppy and then gets on top of him and rides him bare, fucks himself on Steve’s dick until they’re both shaking with it, until Steve’s clinging to him and kissing him and holding him close.
Danny feels bad, leaving. He can tell Steve’s still in a really fragile place, but Danny does seriously need to get back to Jersey. He’s in the middle of a case there.
“So, Governor’s task force, huh?” Danny asks afterwards, when Steve’s basically using him as a human shaped weighted blanket, “You’ll be on O’ahu full time.”
“Yeah,” Steve kind of wants to ask Danny to stay, to join the task force with him. He won’t. Danny’s got a successful business in Jersey. Danny hates the beach.
“We’ll be able to see each other more often then,” and Danny’s so pleased with the idea, playing idly with Steve’s hair, “I’ll come out again in a couple months for a visit.”
Steve’s got so many fucking feelings, things he can’t even begin to say out loud, so he just starts pushing Danny onto his back. Ignores Danny’s protests of ‘you’re in a sling you moron’ and eats Danny out, very thoroughly cleans up the mess left deep inside him.
And then the next morning Steve drives Danny to the airport in the rental, pecks him on the mouth at passenger drop off, and watches him walk away.
Because that’s what they do.
Except Steve won’t be traveling anymore, not like he used to. He’s very cognizant of the fact that he’s going to be sleeping and waking up in the same bed every morning for the foreseeable future, and that if he weren’t in the middle of the pacific, Danny would probably be in that bed with him.
•
“Danny just went back to New Jersey?” Chin asks.
“That’s where he lives,” Steve says, surprised at how shocked Chin sounds, “I told you, he’s a PI.”
“Ah. And you’re going to live here. In Honolulu,” Chin says.
“Yes,” Steve says, unsure of what exactly is so confusing about the whole thing. Of course he’s going to live here. His house is here. The task force is here.
Chin just blinks at him.
“What?” Steve doesn’t understand why Chin’s making that face.
“I thought Danny was your boyfriend,” Chin says, looking a little uncomfortable.
“Oh no uh. No. Danny’s a friend.”
Chin blinks at him some more.
“… There’s a hickey on your neck,” Chin points out, because there is. It’s barely covered by the collar of Steve’s shirt.
“A friend with benefits,” Steve explains with a shrug.
“Alright then,” Chin’s still got his eyebrows up by his hairline.
•
And then things just sort of figure themselves out, with the task force. They become Five-0.
Kono’s favorite thing to do is ask “What’re you smiling at, boss?” when she catches Steve grinning at his phone, because like 99.999% of the time it’s because he’s texting Danny.
MEANWHILE
Danny’s in New Jersey, doing his thing. And he. Well, he feels some kind of way, that Steve’s in the reserves now. He’d always kind of assumed that when Steve either retired or went to the reserves, that he’d come to Jersey. But then Steve didn’t.
Danny gets it. Understands why Steve did what he did, why he’s in Honolulu now. But Danny also can’t help but be a little grumpy, because he wants Steve in his house instead.
But it’s what they do. This thing. It’s been long distance right from the beginning. Danny’s used to it.
Steve sends Danny badly framed pictures of himself shirtless on the beach at some ungodly hour of the morning, and Danny misses him with an ache he can’t shake. It is nice though, that they can text and call more frequently than when Steve was active duty.
AND THEN whelp.
Danny starts to get weirdly nauseous. Like he’s got a stomach bug. Except it doesn’t go away, and it’s usually in the morning, and suddenly the smell of coffee makes him sick and oh jesus fucking christ.
He’s an idiot.
Danny knows, that going on T isn’t a form of birth control. He knows this. But him and Steve fuck without a condom all the time, this hasn’t happened before, there’s no way.
Except he also knows ‘hasn’t happened before’ doesn’t mean something won’t happen and shit fuck goddammit.
So, he goes to see an ob/gyn and confirms his suspicions and son of a bitch.
He’s gestating a mini McGarrett.
•
Danno: I land Friday at 9:35
Danno: SORRY 21:35 🙄
And Steve’s kind of stupid excited, because yes Danny had said he’d visit again in a few months, but it’s one thing to know that Danny’s going to visit at some vague point in the future, and it’s another to get the flight itinerary.
He’s in a good enough mood about it that Kono pegs him immediately and is like “Is your Not Boyfriend going to come visit?”
And Steve doesn’t even argue about how he doesn’t like her referring to Danny as his Not Boyfriend, he just says “Yup 😊” and then idk gets into a high speed car chase and shoots his gun and does his usual bullshit.
Danny meanwhile is shitting a brick and pacing a hole in the floor and having a hissed conversation with Matty about the whole situation while packing. Danny respects Steve too much to do this over the phone, he needs to tell him to his face. This is going to change things; he just doesn’t know how. He knows how he wants things to change, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to get that.
“You gonna make an honest man out of him?” Matty’s been unimpressed with Danny and Steve’s fuck buddies thing, has been for years. He genuinely doesn’t understand why Danny won’t just put a ring on it, “He’s in the reserves now.”
“IT’S COMPLICATED” Danny’s kind of an emotional wreck. He tapered off of T because like, you know. Baby. So, he’s dealing with that plus all of the regular ass pregnancy hormones. He’s dreading it, the changes that’ll happen to his body. At the same time, he’s so excited to hold Baby in his arms that he’s freaking himself out a little. A Dad. He’s gonna be a Dad. He’s always wanted kids, and always assumed it probably wasn’t in the cards for him.
“It’s not that complicated. He’s gotta stay in Hawai'i so just move there or something.”
“I have spent years building this business –”
“Rebuild it on O’ahu and go get your baby daddy locked down, goddamn. Stop being stupid about it.”
Danny throws a sock at him.
•
Steve can tell that Danny’s stressed about something and trying to hide it. Steve tries to bring it up on the drive back to the house, but Danny is like “No. Not now. We’ll talk about it in a little bit” and he’s jittery in the passenger seat, but Steve knows when to push an issue and this is Not one of those times.
Danny practically jumps him once they get through the door, and Danny’s suitcase gets forgotten in the front hallway while the two of them get mostly naked. Shirts get tossed and a pants get shoved down, and it ends with Danny bent over the back of the couch while Steve fucks him deep and hard and right there Steve goddammit –
They flop together afterwards. They’re not even sitting on the couch, just kind of laying awkwardly on the floor behind it. Danny’s got come dripping out of him, christ he’s making a mess and he fights the urge to laugh hysterically, because this is how he got into this situation in the first place.
Steve can feel him tense up from where they’re cuddling together and asks:
“Are we talking about it now?”
He doesn’t think it’s anything bad, Danny doesn’t look scared or upset, just worried about something.
“Later, I need a shower,” Danny says.
Steve thinks if he pushed the issue now, Danny probably wouldn’t get too pissed, but he’d also much rather get Danny properly naked and wet, so instead Steve just drags him upstairs.
They don’t fuck again in the shower, but they do go in together. Danny gropes Steve shamelessly, and Steve keeps reaching up and changing the angle of the shower head so Danny gets sprayed in the face.
“Are we talking about it now?” Steve asks, when they’re damp and in bed. They’re curled up next to each other, legs tangled together.
“Shit,” Danny says, “Yeah.”
It’s late. Dark outside.
Danny’s suitcase is still down stairs. He needs to go grab it so he can brush his teeth and get his pajamas. Instead, he puts his hands on either side of Steve face and rips off the band aid.
“I’m pregnant.”
Steve’s eyes get huge.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant. It’s yours,” Danny adds, kind of uselessly. It’s not like it’d be anyone else’s. Danny lets go of his face.
Steve doesn’t look upset, but Danny didn’t think he would. He just looks surprised.
“Mine?” Steve says, after a beat.
“Yeah.”
“How?” Steve asks, looking gob smacked.
“Well Steve, when two people love each other very much –” Danny starts, and then stops because that feels like Too Much right now, “You came inside my you goon, that’s how it happens.”
“I come inside you all the time,” Steve says, blunt and vulgar.
“Yeah well. Last time it took,” Danny props himself up on his arm looks down a Steve, “What’s the face mean?”
“I – I don’t know,” Steve says, still processing.
Danny shifts and sits up.
“How’re we doing this?” Danny asks, eventually. He’s given Steve enough time to think.
“How do you want to do this?” Steve asks, because that’s a good enough place to start.
“I’m keeping it,” Danny says, “I’d like you to be involved, if you want.”
“Of course, I want!” Steve sounds a little indignant. He sits up too, and stares at Danny some more, “… I can’t go to Newark.”
“I know.”
And that’s the thing, isn’t it.
For once Steve’s tied down somewhere. After years of being on the move, he’s finally got commitments in once place.
Danny’s mouth is twisted up, and he doesn’t look happy. Steve leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, grabs his hand and squeezes.
“You could stay here,” Steve says, “That’s another option. I know you’ve got your PI business but I mean. Licenses transfer. You could work at Five-0.”
He doesn’t want to – this shouldn’t be something Danny feels pressured to do. He knows what Danny has in Jersey is important but. But it is an option.
“That’s gotta be nepotism,” Danny says weakly, “Getting me a job at your task force.”
“Well, it is my task force, I can do whatever I want,” Steve says.
“…Okay. Yeah,” Danny shakes his head slowly, clearly thinking through logistics, “I can get my license switched.”
“We can figure something out,” Steve says, breath catching in his chest because Danny. Danny’s going to move here.
Danny’s quiet for a long moment.
Then he gets a Look in his eye.
“If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?” Because Danny needs to know. If they’re changing what they do, he needs to know how it’s going to change.
“What?” Steve’s back to staring.
That’s fair. Danny’s dropped quite a few bombs on him in the last few minutes.
“Would you say yes?” Danny repeats, pink cheeked and determined.
“… are you asking?”
“Not if you’re gonna break my heart about it,” Danny says, and he doesn’t mean for his voice to crack, but it does.
Steve kisses him. Cradles Danny’s face in his hand and kisses him careful and with purpose and pulls away.
“Will you marry me, Daniel Williams?”
“I fuck – I was going to ask you first!” Danny says, incensed.
“Too slow,” Steve kisses him again, “Will you?”
“Yes, you fucking bastard – ” Danny’s grinning, a laugh bubbling out of his chest.
He shoves Steve down onto the mattress. Steve laughs too, loud and infectious, and just tugs Danny down for another kiss.
AND THEN idk idk idk they’re gross and In Love and the next day Danny goes to the Palace and Kono’s like “CHIN, Steve’s Not Boyfriend is here” and Steve just gets Very Smug and says:
“You’re right, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s my fiancé.”
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20 questions writer meme!
Thanks for tagging me @jmrothwell! 😊💕
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
A humble 9 😌
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
24,651
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Julie and The Phantoms, and currently working on my first contribution to Red, White & Royal Blue… 👀
I’ve previously written for Rent The Musical, and (no longer attached to any of my accounts) rpf for Steel Train and fun.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
King of Your Heart (JATP) → Willex ft. Die-hard Willie & Bobby
Rated M, 17.4k words, 10/?
Tags: Pirate/Mage AU, Enemies-to-lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
Willie’s life is constantly in motion, and he’s never wanted it any other way. He doesn’t know how he could function any other way. But right now he sees nothing but blue sea as he sits on his perch, and the endless nothingness is making him incredibly nauseated.
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That is, until an enemy ship shows up and Willie finds himself stranded with the most annoyingly handsome guy he's ever met.
OR
Romantic Willie/Alex with a side of platonic die-hard Willie/Bobby
I’m Thirsty (Rent) → Mark/Roger ft. Maureen
Rated M, 1.4k words, 1/1
Tags: Jealousy, Fluff, Implied sexual content
Summary:
Maureen's got a new girlfriend. She and Mark have been broken up for at least a month now. So why, to Roger's frustration, does Mark keep inviting Maureen over?
Lonely Blue (Rent) → Mark/Roger
Rated T, 682 words, 1/1
Tags: Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Homophobia
Summary:
When Mark comes out to his parents, it’s a fucking mess
Sunday Morning (Rent) -> Mark/Roger
Rated G, 358 words, 1/1
Tags: Fluff
Summary:
Mark and Roger being soft and stupid when they wake up in the morning
It’s Not Fair (Rent) -> Mark/Roger
Rated M, 1.2k words, 2/?
Tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mild Sexual Cotent, Abandoned Fic
Summary:
Mark takes in a shaky breath. How is Roger so effortlessly sexy? He’s not even doing anything.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I generally try to, if I have the spoons. There’s something so fun about keysmashing with someone who’s equally excited about what you’ve done with the characters. I’ve also made some meaningful connections through comments, and the likelihood of making new friends that way looks pretty damn good to me!
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It’s still technically a wip, and it has no title yet… just know my boy Reggie is fucking going through it.
But if we’re talking about published fics, I’d say Lonely Blue is definitely upsetting
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
For a cheeky happiest ending: Played It To The Beat (JATP) → Best Friends Julie & Alex
Rated G, 1.4k words, 1/1
Tags: Making a playlist together!, Kind of crack?
Summary:
Julie has been desperately searching for songs to add to a playlist for what she’s been calling an anniversary party for Flynn, which isn’t for what Alex thought it was going to be.
For the fluffiest happiest ending: I’m The King of the Ocean (JATP) → Willex
Rated T, 503 words, 1/1
Tags: King Of Your Heart AU, Falling In Love, Holding Hands
Summary:
“I can handle anything.”
Alex smirks. “Anything?”
“Anyth—”
Willie yelps and splutters as he cops a huge splash in his face. Alex explodes with laughter.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I don’t write nearly enough for this to happen
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I used to write explicit smut, but not anymore. I might occasionally allude to an act in my current writing. I have some trauma around specifically writing explicit smut 👍 I still fucking read it tho 😎 I’m doing my part 🫡 And who knows! Maybe I’ll return to writing it one day. You’ll just have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
No crossovers from me
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I sure hope not 😬
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeah… King Of Your Heart was co-written with someone I no longer speak to. They were a very important person in my life and I cared about them a lot. It also means KOYH is on indefinite hiatus because I have mixed feelings about updating it without them
That’s not to say I haven’t written the following chapters though… 👀 (They exist, and if you ask nicely, I might share a private link with you)
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I don’t think I have one 🤔
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Honestly, so many. But the one that I CONSTANTLY think about is the New Year’s prompt that jmrothwell actually sent me in JANUARY. AND IT’S NOVEMBER NOW. I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO END IT. WHAT I HAVE SO FAR IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD TOO WHICH MAKES ME SO UPSET 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
16. What are your writing strengths?
Imagery, descriptive stuff. Poetic things. Similes and metaphors. I’m giving an awesome example of that rn 🫡
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Over-explaining, making sentences longer than they need to be
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I like to avoid it. The only other language I know how to write in is Simplified Chinese, and even then my vocab is so limited. Plus, I feel like writing with Asian languages that use characters instead of the Latin alphabet would look really clunky amongst otherwise English prose. Pinyin would be equally as unnatural to read too, imo
19. First fandom you wrote for?
You mean bandom? 😔 our name is fun. 😔 nachel forever (og mutuals know) 😔
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Big fan of Played It To The Beat. BEST FRIENDS JULIE MOLINA & ALEX MERCER SUPREMACY 🛐
Tagging: @floating-in-the-blue, @noworneverphantom, @fiddlepickdouglas, @thesevenumbrellas
#possibly one of the most comprehensive tag games I’ve done#@ppl i tagged: no expectation to do this if you don’t want to :-)#i write things#tag game#about me#mine
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Ship Songs
I was tagged by @simonxriley @aceghosts @baldurrs @marivenah to list 5-10 songs for a ship, thank you lovelies!! I’m definitely going to cheat because I love tag games with music regarding ocs. I go ham on playlists. Thank you so much for the tag!!!
Tagging: @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @playstationmademe @socially-awkward-skeleton @shegetsburned @sstewyhosseini @voidika @direwombat @fadedjacket @vampireninjabunnies-blog @glowwormsmith @inafieldofdaisies and whoever else!!! I really went for their throats and I might have teared up a bit at Anna’s last song tbh. Below the cut because I did...a few ships. (Also this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, so if you’ve already been tagged--ignore me).
Wren Blake x John Seed (x: two scales balanced)
I’ll Follow You - Shinedown
Just like the tower we never built
And the shadow of all the guilt
When the other hand was pointed at you
Yet the first step is the one you believe in
And the second one might be profound
Silvertongue - Young the Giant
Trying to think of a way to get started
Stutter, my full train of thought just departed
Taste of Mezcal on my breath
Let me get this off your chest
Open my mind, but the gems falling out
Make you lose control
Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold
"I'll try, " she said as he walked away
"Try not to lose you"
Two vibrant hearts could change
Nothing tears the being more than deception, unmasked fear
"I'll be here waiting tested and secure"
Nothing hurts my world
Just affects the ones around me
When sin's deep in my blood
You'll be the one to fall
Hold Me Down - Halsey
Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine
I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine
They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time
They shush me, walking me across a fragile line
I sold my soul to a three-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's got me down on both knees
But it's the devil that's tryna
Hold me down, hold me down
Sneaking out the back door,
Make no sound
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Empty Gold - Halsey
I, I must confess
How hard I tried to breathe
Through the trees of loneliness
You, you must confess
How hard you need to see
Through the heart beating out my chest
Feel like we've been falling down
Like these autumn leaves
But baby don't let winter come
Don't let our hearts freeze
If the morning light don't steal our soul
We will walk away from empty gold
Dark as midnight sun
Smoke as black as charcoal
Fills into our fragile lungs
'Cause when our demons come
Dancing in the shadows
To a game that can't be won
Wren Blake x Eric Northman (x: eternally yours)
Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey
In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an angel looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said, "Baby, that's alright with me"
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance
There's a place in the dark where the animals go
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo
I've really been on a bender and it shows
So why don't you blow me
A kiss before she goes
Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
Your kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane, abandon me
THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens
You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames
Hanging upside down
For granted, in vain, I took everything
I ever cared about
I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend, the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you fuck, the way you taste
When the curtains call the time
Will we both go home alive?
It wasn't hard to realize
Love's the death of peace of mind
Siren - Kailee Morgue
There's a bright side
To every wrong thing
If you're looking at me through the right eyes
Darkness in my name
Don't you wanna come and play on the cool side
Don't be so shy
There's a pleasure in hidin' from the sun
No, I was never one for pretty weather
I'd rather be a creep, baby, follow me into the water
I'll take you to the darker
This could be perfection
A venom drippin' in your mouth
Singin' like a siren
Love me while your wrists are bound
You've been seeing me in your dreams but
I'll be there when your reality drowns
Whitney Seed x Joseph Seed (x: far from eden)
Losing My Religion - R.E.M.
Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey
Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes
Says it feels like heaven to him
Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you own me, gimme them coinsAnd I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island
And I won't get out
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
From Eden - Hozier
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
To the strand a picnic plan for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
Hard Feelings - Lorde
I light all the candles
Cut flowers for all my rooms
I care for myself the way I used to care about you
These days, we kiss and we keep busy
The waves come after midnight
I call from underwater
Why even try to get right?
When you've outgrown a lover
The whole world knows but you
It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon
Hard feelings
These are what they call hard feelings of love
When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh
Alone with the hard feelings of love
God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh
Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me
Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave
But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me
I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah
Talk - Hozier
I'd be the last shred of truth
In the lost myth of true love (hey ya)
I'd be the sweet feeling of release
Mankind now dreams of (hey ya)
That's found in the last witness
Before the wave hits
Marveling at God (hey ya)
Before he feels alone
One final time
And marries the sea
Imagine being loved by me
I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do
So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you
I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do
So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you
Grace Harding x Charles Smith (x: meet me in the woods)
Better Love - Hozier
And I've never loved a darker blue
Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you
You, whose heart would sing of anarchy
You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully
When our truth is burned from history
By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me
Like fire weeping from a cedar tree
Know that my love would burn with me
We'll live eternally
In the Cold, Cold Night - The White Stripes
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
Wait By The River - Lord Huron
And the stars fill the river
As it flows into the sky
And the mind leaves the body
And floats higher and higher
If we can't be together
I will leave this world behind
If I can't touch your body
Can I touch the sky?
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
Silence - Marshmello, Khalid
I'm in need of a savior (savior), but I'm not asking for favors
My whole life, I've felt like a burden
I think too much, and I hate it
I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring
Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence
I found peace in your violence
Can't show me, there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can't show me, there's no point in trying
I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long
Would That I - Hozier
So in awe there I stood as you
Licked off the grain
Though I've handled the wood
I still worship the flame
Long as amber of ember glows
All the wood that I'd loved is long ago
And it's not tonight (Oh, oh)
When I'm set alight (Oh, oh)
And I blink inside (Oh, oh)
Oh, your blinding light (Oh, oh)
Oh, that's not tonight (Oh, oh)
When you hold me tight (Oh, oh)
All the fire bright (Oh, oh)
Oh, let it blaze alright (Oh, oh)
Hope you're good to me
Hope you're good to me (Oh, oh)
Hope that you're good to me
Baby (Oh, oh)
Oh, oh, you're good to me
You're good to me (Oh, oh)
Hope that you're good to me, baby (Oh, oh)
Anna Dubois x Arthur Morgan (x: wait by the river)
Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold
Heaven
When I held you again
How could
We ever just be friends?
I would rather die than let you go
Juliet to your Romeo
How I heard you say
"I would never fall in love again until I found her"
I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"
I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her
I found you
Outlaws - Au/Ra
Oh, now that we got blood on our hands
No, we'll never hide the contraband
No, let me not surrender, if we go down its together
I'm gonna make a stand
'Cause we are outlaws, wave your guns facing that forty-fives
We are outlaws, know we're there taking our heart to life
We got gold in our pockets and this love that we got
Its beating in our chests like the wild wild west
Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now
Channeling angels in the new age now
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you'd play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in
Father, tell me if you can
All that grace, all that body
All that face makes me wanna party
He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds
It Will Come Back - Hozier
I know who I am when I'm alone
I'm something else when I see you
You don't understand, you should never know
How easy you are to need
Don't let me in with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me
Honey, don't feed me, I will come back
It can't be unlearned
I've known the warmth of your doorways
Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you
Oh, please, give me mercy no more
That's a kindness you can't afford
I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born
You'll hear me howling outside your door
Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan
I stay up all night
Tell myself I'm alright
Baby, you're just harder to see than most
I put the record on
Wait 'til I hear our song
Every night I'm dancing with your ghost
Every night I'm dancing with your ghost
Never got the chance
To say a last goodbye
I gotta move on
But it hurts to try
How do I love
How do I love again?
How do I trust
How do I trust again?
Thela x Geralt (x: wolves without teeth)
It’s Been Awhile - Staind
And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again, again
Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
And it's been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry
And it's been awhile
Since I've seen the way the candles light your face
And it's been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste
Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men
And I run from wolves, ooh
Breathing heavily
At my feet
And I run from wolves, ooh
Tearing into me
Without teeth
I can see through you
We are the same
It's perfectly strange
You run in my veins
How can I keep you
Inside my lungs
I breathe what is yours
You breathe what is mine
When the Night is Over - Lord Huron
In every window, I pass
Your reflection in the glass
Makes me wonder if my mind is going
Shadows shifting in the rain
Slowly driving me insane
By the stars above, I know we were in love
I have only 'til the night is over
I feel the weather change
I hear the river say your name
I watch the birds fly by
I see an emerald in the sky
Moonsea - PHILDEL
There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back
There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black?
(I called it, I called it, I called it)
All the violence that I swore you could have back
There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that
I called it, I called it
I called it the moonsea
It is a cruel dream
From up so high I can hardly decide
If you're waving hello or waving goodbye
Here in the moonsea
It is a cruel dream
Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart
All that we share is the view of these stars
Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell
Oh, feel our bodies grow
And our souls they play, yeah
Yeah love I hope you know
How much my heart depends, yeah
But I guess that's love I can't pretend
I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh
But I guess that's love I can't pretend
I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh
#x: two scales balanced#x: eternally yours#x: far from eden#x: meet me in the woods#x: wait by the river#x: wolves without teeth#my ships#tag games
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4.11.23 Flash Fiction
While most of my OC's are still running around in complete chaos, I did manage to to pin two down for a short blurb from a past prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial
“You know, I don’t understand why you’re being quite so hostile.” Beelzebub tilted his head with a slight smirk on his face as he regarded Abriella standing before him, looking completely nonplussed.
“Am I supposed to look thrilled to see you, Beel?” She huffed out a laugh, “come on, you know me better than that after all these years?” Abriella couldn’t keep the bemused look off of her face. Had he taken a lightening bolt from Zues to the head? “You stroll into a peaceful realm and try to setup camp and think I wouldn’t hear? And I thought Luc was the Prince of Pride. He’ll be wounded!” His smirk was now matched with one of her own.
“I wasn’t doing bad, till you and your,” he gestured to Arioch, Andronicus, and Orpheus behind her, “little friends there showed up. I seem to overpower their strongest warriors. So, yeah, I did.” The condescension and arrogance in his tone and written across his handsome face made her want to smite him just for that.
“Happy to ruin your plans, Beel. I do always like evening the odds. I’ll even make it sweeter and let you take me on, one-on-one, if you think you’re up to it.” Now she was the arrogant one. Arms crossing over her chest, hip cocking out to the side, the challenge was even reflected in her eyes. “That is, unless you’re afraid of one little female….” She let the last word drag out and hang in the air.
“We both know that you are far from just one little female, Abriella. Now, now, don’t try that with me.” Beelzebub surveyed around him as he shook his head and chuckled. He was truly fucked with four of them there. Just her, and he might have been able to escape, but she had backup. When he got out of this fucking realm he would find out who had betrayed him, and they would suffer painfully for it.
“Try what?” Her lashes batted and a coy smile flitted across her lips, even her voice went all sing song. Abriella couldn’t help toying with the handsome Prince. Too bad such a handsome face and delectable body was just the casing for a soul as rotten as an avocado half left on the counter overnight.
Beelzebub’s head tipped to the side and his eyes rolled brainward. Of course she just wouldn’t charge him and get it over with. Those red nails on the tips of her fingers really were claws and he was the mouse that she was toying with. Eventually like all good predators, she would pounce; it was the waiting he hated. “You know, we could team up, you could switch sides, beautiful. We could make a really good team.” Maybe charm would work.
Now he got a laugh, a real one. Its melodic sound seemed to reverberate off the stone walls of the cavernous building she had cornered him in. “I did not know you considered me a fool. You cannot talk your way out of this situation. No, you’re going to have to fight your way out. The door is behind me, so…you want to live to try and beat Leviathan to laying claim on free realms of creation….you’ll have to conquer me and mine.” Her chin lifted in defiance as the tip of her sword impacted the stone floor, chain lightning in purple, pink, teal, and white skittering across the floor in all direction and charging the air around them all. Skin tingled, the air crackled, and there was a hum that could be heard. “I’ll even let you have first swing…”
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