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When I get the note, I beam, tearing up a little because I know just how special it is. I pin it on my wall next to the picture of him, staring at that one for quite a long moment. He’s so beautiful.

I wear the snippet every single day, continuing to draw him pictures even when I’m so busy, picking up things to do and shifts in the Temple to help pay for freeing him.

Another week later, another smaller box arrives. This time with a nice cloak for him, in which I literally had Ben do math on the picture he sent to get the exact height based on the surrounding objects of him, another container of sweets, and a little book on top. Each page a picture of me or with a member of my family, carefully labeled for him.

Anakin stays frozen for several minutes upon opening this package, staring at the cloak in pure shock- and not wanting to touch it for fear of messing it up.

He gets up and takes 3 baths with as much water as he can use, scrubbing every inch of his skin to make sure no oil or grease could mess up the fabric when he goes to grab it.

Once he's clean, he carefully pulls the cloak from the box, his breath hitching at just how soft it is. Slowly, he pulls it on, moving over to a piece of broken glass that always helps with his reflection-

And gasping softly at what he sees. He looks... nice. He looks so nice. How could you ever afford this? He thought the last box was expensive, how about this one?!

He starts to cry at how nice he looks and slowly flips through the photobook, studying each and every picture so he can get to know your family a little more.

A few days later, an envelope arrives for you, full of all sorts of pictures Voran was nice enough to take for him-

Him and Kit at the bonfire, him and his mother cooking together, a photo of all four of them taken by a fellow slave, and the last one... a photo of him beaming at the camera in his cloak, his eyes still glassy with tears. 'One of his happiest moments she's ever seen', according to Shmi.

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Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five goes through everything with his best friend, and when they return with the announcement of their marriage his siblings are appalled. 

Request: “I can request a FiveXreader where the reader is loving, sweet and naive, Five's best friend but the reader has no powers (You can invent a way how they became best friends and they are in love with each other, cliché but I love) One day the reader was sitting in front of the Umbrella Academy and saw Five leave in a hurry (The scene that he will travel in time) In this the reader does not abandon Five and decides to travel in time with him, they end up trapped in the apocalylipse, can you make them stay together?  (Like married I don't know) And also the scene where they go back to 2019? Sorry, if this so bored”

Five couldn’t believe his eyes. After a failed mission, he and his siblings decided to sneak out. Klaus had spotted a park on the way home, and that’s where they went. For the first time in years, they felt like kids again. They were all ten years old and had never experienced a playground before. Allison had never laughed as much, and Diego seemed to finally forget his insecurities while swinging from monkey bars. 

Even on occasion, Luther would help Ben cross the monkey bars. Vanya was finally included, and Klaus had never seemed so carefree in his life. But Five had his eyes on someone else. She sat at one of the navy blue tables, quite a ways away from the playground, watching the siblings with a soft smile on her face. A notebook was in front of her while she twirled a pencil in her hand. 

Curiosity killed the cat. Five was too intrigued not to sit with her. So despite this probably being the only time he could experience a playground, he sat in front of her, obscuring her vision from his other six siblings. Her eyes met green ones; they looked evergreen in the dark of the night. His hair almost looked black, but she knew it had to be dark brown. 

“Good evening.” Her voice, it sounded like heaven to him, “Evening.”

It felt awkward, and the silence could’ve been cut with a knife, “My names Y/n.”

“Five.”

“Five? That’s unique.” Y/n complimented, and his cheeks flushed, “Thanks….” 

Her vision went back to the other kids, “You’d think they’ve never seen a playground before.”

“They haven’t.” Five stated, looking at his siblings, “Our father is strict, so we snook out to come here.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come off as rude-“

“You didn’t.” Five smiled, looking at her e/c eyes. 

Since then, Five would sneak out a lot more. His power was a fantastic tool. When he and his siblings began to sneak out more, Five always invited her. Klaus, Diego, and Vanya seemed taken with her. Y/n was always so kind and sweet. Her laugh radiated, and it made everyone around her smile. It was like she was Aphrodite, and he was Ares. 

After becoming friends with the academy kids, Y/n had a habit of sitting outside the academy. She usually sat on the edge of the sidewalk with her notebook on her lap, pencil in hand. Five couldn’t remember a time when her hand wasn’t covered in graphite or ink from drawing. He adored it, though, because it was so her. It made him stare at his black pens, aimlessly smiling, knowing that she probably had the same color ink on her hand. 

Becoming friends with Five meant knowing his ambition. Five Hargreeves was driven by his goals and wanted to do them regardless of the consequence. So Y/n knew about his dream to time travel despite his father's wishes. On a gloomy day, Y/n sat on the sidewalk. The only thing drawing her from her daydream was the slam of a gate. 

“Five!”

He didn’t turn, “Five!”

Y/n grabbed his arm, “What’re you doing?”

“I’m- I’m going to time travel.” Five stated with that daze in his eyes, “And you need to stay here.”

“No! I’m not letting you go alone!” Y/n exclaimed incredulously, “Y/n, please.” Five pleaded. 

She shook her head, “Absolutely not. Either we go together, or we stay here together.”

“Fine.” Five reluctantly agreed, holding out his hand for her. 

Hesitantly Y/n slid her fingers through his. They were intertwining their hands together. Five was so focused on time-traveling correctly that he didn’t notice the pink flush on his best friend's face. But he did it, once and twice—finally a third time. Smoke clouded the area, and fire could be seen for miles. 

Y/n dropped his hand and covered her mouth. Five circled in his spot in shock. He felt nauseous and queasy. He couldn’t believe that he let this happen. He shouldn’t have pushed himself. They were stuck. Fucking hell, they were stuck, and he couldn’t do anything. Y/n ran back to the academy, and Five followed her. The h/c haired girl stared at what used to be the Umbrella Academy. Now in ruins. Five dropped to his knees, tears collecting in his eyes. 

“It’s- it’s gone….” 

Y/n hugged him tightly, “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna be-“ 

Five didn’t get to finish his sentence. He pushed her away and threw up to the side. When he finished, Y/n took her jacket sleeve and wiped it around his mouth—gently combing his hair from his face. Y/n had never seen Five look so drained. Seeing her in front of him, taking care of him made him break. Five broke into sobs holding onto her like a lifeline. Y/n rubbed his back and held him just as tightly. 

“I’m here, Five. I’ll keep you safe.”

Being thirteen in an apocalypse seems like a death sentence, but when you grow up the way Five did, it’s more bearable. The first few months were awful. Searching for shelter, food, clothes. It was downright hell, but they made it through. On cold nights Five would hold her close to his chest, and on hot nights Y/n would always manage to get him cold water. 

Years passed, and their friendship turned into a relationship. They needed each other to survive, and they just needed each other. Five couldn’t be more grateful that she insisted on coming. He couldn’t imagine doing this alone. But now, he had his girlfriend leaning her head on his shoulder while watching the fire. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, leaving occasional kisses on her temple. 

“I couldn’t imagine this world without you.” Five confessed, “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” Y/n challenged. 

He smirked, “Oh, really?” 

“Don’t let it go to your head, smartass.” Y/n snorted, “Too late, it’s already there, my love.” Five retorted. 

She kissed his cheek, “Love you.”

“Love you too, darling.” 

Five years later. They were twenty-five, and he wanted to make it official. It was a rather cold day wherever they were, and Five was holding her closer than ever. Y/n was shivering on the old mattress they had found. She was constantly snuggling closer to Five’s chest. They laid facing each other, and Y/n’s head was tucked under his chin. Five’s hand ran through her long hair - after being unable to cut it - soothing her nerves. 

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“I want you - Y/n - to marry me.” Five repeated, looking down at her.

Her teeth chattered, “Are you sure?”

“It’s not like there’s anyone else to choose from.”

Y/n glared playfully, and Five chuckled, “Asshole.”

“So, what do you say? Make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“I say that if my fiancé doesn’t stop being an asshole, then I won't marry him.” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I love you too, pretty girl.” Five replied, smiling softly. 

He kissed her forehead and allowed her to muzzle closer into him. Gently he pulled the two plain rings he found. They were battered, of course, and the gold was dirty, but that didn’t matter. Five slipped the ring on her finger and his. Y/n placed a gentle kiss on his lips that he gladly returned. Sweet, soft, passionate, and full of love. A description of how she was. 

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Five replied, “Now get some sleep.” 

Y/n was about to fall asleep when she heard Five mutter one last thing, “Y/n Hargreeves.”

29 years. 348 months. 1512 weeks. 10,585 days. Until a woman showed up in their shelter, offering them both a job. Five could remember pushing Y/n behind him defensively. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt in any interaction he had. The woman offered them a way home. Five turned to his wife, and she saw it. For the first time in forty-five years, she saw it. Hope. 

Y/n took Five’s hand in his, squeezing it gently. The softest smile crossed his features before agreeing with the woman’s offer where both of them became assassins—partners in crime. Nothing turned Five on more than seeing his wife fend for herself, and god, was she good at it. Y/n was so naive and innocent when she was ten. But now? At the age of fifty-six, she wasn’t that girl anymore. 

But when they reached the age of fifty-eight, Five finally found out the correct equation. They were at their last mission, make sure John F. Kennedy gets shot and everything goes to plan, but Five had different ideas. Taking Vanya’s book from his suitcase, he looked over the equations one last time. They were going back; Five would go home today. 

“Y/n.”

“Yes, love?”

Five sighed, “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“To go home.” 

Y/n’s smile was blissful; Five could’ve fainted on the spot, “Home?! Like- Like-“

“Home.” Five answered to his overjoyed wife. 

Y/n kissed him more passionately than ever. Five could feel her gratefulness in her kiss. His hands placed themselves on her waist, and hers were around his neck. God Five never wanted to forget this feeling. The feeling of his wife in his arms, kissing him as she would never get enough. When they pulled apart, Five opened the portal. Gripping her hand, they jumped through and landed on the leaf-filled ground in the icy rain. 

“Does anyone else see Little Number Five and Little Y/n, or is that just me?“ Klaus asked, not trusting his eyes; maybe it was an illusion from the drugs. 

Five and Y/n stood up. The first thing Y/n noticed was the ring on her finger was too big now. But Five looked down at the suit he had been wearing previously. The blazer now reached his knees instead of his waist, and Y/n’s shirt was hanging off one of her shoulders. Five and Y/n looked at each other. They were thirteen all over again. 

“Shit.” 

He grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her into the academy. Y/n had only been in the academy a handful of times before, and she usually was only allowed in Five’s room because she wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. His siblings followed aimlessly and took their spots at the table. 

“What’s the date? The exact date.” Five inquired, grabbing different things around the kitchen. 

“The 24th.”

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.”

Y/n took place beside him as Five began making a peanut butter marshmallow sandwich. The same snack he used to love as a kid. Y/n could remember him trying to eat it back at their apartment the commission provided them but complained it was too sweet. It seems that being in his teenage body again made him crave the sweetness of the snack. 

“So, are we gonna talk about just what happened?” Luther questioned, but no one answered, “It’s been 17 years.”

Five scoffed, “It’s been a lot longer than that.”

The same big spatial jumped behind Luther as he began to take marshmallows from the cabinet, “I haven’t missed that.” Luther murmured. 

“Where’d you two go?” Diego asked. 

“The future.” Y/n answered politely, “It’s shit, by the way.” Five added spatial jumping beside her again and gently kissing her cheek. 

The siblings stared in shock at Five’s sudden act of affection; Five could feel their eyes on him, “What?”

“You just kissed her.” Allison stated, “And?”

Allison didn’t say anything, “Is it a crime for me to kiss my wife or something?” Five asked agitatedly. 

“Wife?!”

“Yes, wife.” Five sighed. 

“Called it!” Klaus exclaimed. 

“I should’ve listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing.” Five began as he looked through the fridge, “Jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” 

He came back with peanut butter in his hand at the front of the table, his wife beside him; he took in the appearance of his siblings, “Nice dress.”

“Oh, well, Danke!” Klaus smiled. 

“Wait, how did you two get back?” Vanya questioned. 

“In the end, I had to project our consciousnesses forward into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time.” 

Diego couldn’t wrap his head around it, “That makes no sense.”

Five went to remark, but Y/n cut him off, “It doesn’t have to. All that matters is that we’re back.”

“How long were you two there?” Luther queried, “Forty-Five years. Give or take.”

Everyone looked at the two teens in disbelief, “So what are you saying? That you’re 58?”

“Well, not exactly. Our consciences are 58, but it appears that our bodies are back to 13.” Y/n answered. 

“Wait, how does that even work?”

“It seems that Five might’ve gotten the equations wrong.” Y/n replied, and Five glared at her, “I’m not mad! I’m just happy we’re home. Appearance be damned.”

Five took notice of the newspaper in front of Y/n, “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How’d you even know about that?” Luther inquired, “What part of the future do you not understand?” Five retorted. 

“Heart failure?” Y/n asked, “Yeah/No.” Luther and Diego contradicted. 

Five clicked his tongue, “Nice to see nothings changed.”

The teenage boy began to walk away, “Uh, that’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Allison questioned.

“What else is there to say? It’s the circle of life.”

Vanya was the first to get up and hug Y/n, “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Vanny. Me too.”

Here is something soft & sweet, as a humble apology for my prolonged absence... hope you all like it! <3 <3 <3

💞 Happiest Memories of the Pastas 💞

🍬 LJ’s happiest memory is playing with Isaac, once upon a time, before everything went south. LJ has sort of forgotten this memory, it was so long ago after all and it's a bit painful to look back on, but he does remember how it made him feel. Which is, very good and full of purpose. After all, this was what he was intended for. To be a friend to children, specifically Isaac.

🤍 EJ doesn't have very many happy memories. He supposes that his happiest memory was when he patched Toby up after a mission where he got hurt. Toby's a very chipper patient (he can't feel pain after all, and it wasn't a terrible injury either, so he was in a good mood) and he chatted away while EJ fixed him up. After EJ announced that Toby was all set to go, Toby had said, "Thanks, EJ! You're the best!" before he left the little 'infirmary.' It isn't much, but it made EJ feel very happy. He feels pretty lousy most days, about what he is, what he does, how he has to hurt people, but actually helping somebody was a nice change of pace. It made him feel more connected to his old self, and it makes him feel actually human. It's also just nice to feel appreciated as well, and it really just made EJ's day (Toby has no idea how much what he said meant to EJ).

🎮 BEN's happiest memory comes from a night he spent with Jeff, having a sleepover. In life, BEN didn't have any friends, much less any that would invite him to sleep over or even want to sleep over at his house. Here though, Jeff had become a great friend of his very quickly (and shortly after this incident, they truly became best friends). One day, they had a great time hanging out with each other and gaming. Jeff always said the funniest things to make BEN laugh, and he even laughed at BEN's jokes too! All was going great, although it was late at night by now. BEN had thought that Jeff would head back to his room, but instead he casually asked if he could just crash in BEN's room. BEN tried not to let it show, lest he look stupid, but he was ecstatic! He now had a great friend, who he just had a great time with, who actually wanted to continue hanging out and actually sleep over in the same room! He couldn't believe his luck, and he of course quickly agreed to this plan. That night, the two boys stayed up late, talking, laughing, and gaming. It was the night that really cemented the start of their best friendship.

🔪 Jeff's happiest memory comes from a time where he and Liu were very little. A time before the differences between the two brothers became more apparent, a time before their parents started to treat them differently, a time before the family fell into a cycle of toxicity, abuse, and neglect. A time before Jeff was subjected to the bullying and mistreatment that shaped him into who he is today. This was a time when Jeff was still just a little boy, wide eyed and cautiously optimistic about the world. It was right after his fifth birthday, and during an absolutely gorgeous day. It was a day that the two brothers played outside until the sun went down, and their mother called them in for dinner (featuring a favorite dish of theirs). They laughed and rough-housed and played for hours on end together, just the two of them in their own little world of brotherly love. In fact, right before their mother called them inside, the two had been laying on the grass together, side by side on their backs, when Liu had simply sighed happily and said that he was glad to have Jeff as his older brother. That had made little-Jeff feel incredibly good about himself, and he had responded that, while Liu was lucky to have Jeff as an older brother (oh, Jeff, he never did change, did he?), Jeff was glad that Liu was his little brother, too. It was a happy day for both boys, indeed.

🧣 Liu's happiest memory comes from a time where he and Jeff were young, probably about eight and seven, and their parents had left them alone for a whole weekend for the first time. He remembered feeling scared, because what if a burglar broke in the house? But Jeff had reassured him that nothing was going to happen to him, not while he was around to protect him. He even brought out a baseball bat to ensure Liu's safety, and that did make him feel better, knowing that he had a protective older brother in the house with him. That first night, they ordered pizza (feeling very grown-up) and watched movies late into the night. Liu remembers how excited he felt when Jeff told him not to worry about a bedtime, because they were the grown-ups in the house now, and grown-ups don't have bedtimes. The rest of the weekend passed by in a similarly fun fashion, and Liu looks back on this first weekend of freedom and fun with great fondness. Sully does not have any happy memories to speak of, sadly.

🖤 Jane's happiest memory is from one night that she won an award at her school, for her excellent grades, and her parents were so incredibly proud of her. Jane had felt quite accomplished, and her mother had even took her out shopping for a new dress for the occasion (she would have to walk across a stage to accept her academic award). After she received her award, the girl that she had a crush on at the time came up to her to congratulate her on the award, and to compliment her on her looks. Jane's parents then took lots of pictures with their daughter, took her out for a nice dinner, and kept telling her how proud they were of her. This was shortly after she came out to them as a lesbian as well, and it made her feel all the more validated that her parents not only accepted her for who she was, but also still loved her just the same and were very proud of her for her achievements.

⏰ Clockwork, sadly, does not have very many happy memories. In fact, the only happy memory that she has that really sticks out to her is the one week she spent in foster care, before being returned to her birth parents to suffer more abuse. That week she spent out of that house of abuse, and in the caring hands of her foster parents, was the best time she had in her whole childhood and probably whole life at this point.

💄Nina's happiest memory comes from a daddy-daughter dance that she attended with her father once. She doesn't remember too much about it honestly, it's more of just a happy, nostalgic feeling for her. She remembers getting dressed up happily in her best dress, and having a great time with her father. She especially liked that she could fit in with the other girls too, despite not having a mother (she often felt left out of a lot of mother-daughter activities, but here was an activity made exclusively for her and her father!) She remembers feeling very grown-up, as her father had allowed her to put on a bit of makeup at the age of around nine or ten, and she was also allowed to wear her mother's prized pearl necklace for the night, which made her feel connected to her mother and also like a bit of a movie star.

🧵Happy memories are not in his vocabulary, I'm afraid.

🎨 Helen's happiest memory comes from every time he's ever spent "in the zone" while painting, drawing, or otherwise creating art. It's not a one-time thing, it's an accumulation of happiness for him.

🎭 Tim's happiest memory comes from a night that he and Brian got high off of some stolen weed. They snuck out onto the roof of the mansion, and talked late into the night. He forgot about all his responsibilities and burdens for a night, and he felt like he could just truly be.

❓ Brian's happiest memory was a nice afternoon that he spent with Masky & Toby. It was nothing special, just a simple day of fishing and having a picnic lunch. He felt very connected to his two proxy partners, and it filled him with joy to see Tim so relaxed and Toby having some fun.

🪓 Toby's happiest memory was one of the last days he spent with Lyra. He doesn't remember too much of it, a lot of his trauma surrounding Lyra and her death has made him block it out, so it's more of a happy feeling than anything else. It does bring him comfort during hard times, and from what he does remember of it, it was a great day that he spent with his sister and it's precious to him now.

🧸 Sally's happiest memory was the day that Slender asked her if she'd like to be adopted by him. The two had spent a wonderful day together, and it was the cherry on top for him to ask her gently if she'd like to become his officially adopted daughter through a ceremony.

🌲 Slender's happiest memory was the day he decided to 'officially' adopt Sally as his, meaning that they performed a little ceremony at the mansion that "crowned" Slender as "the King of the Mansion"/Sally's father and "crowned" Sally as "the Princess of the Mansion" and Slender's daughter

I am curious,how did tom propose in the wicked game??❤️❤️

Aah I love this question! 😊 Thank you so much for asking (and sorry for the late response...). But here we go now! For everyone who’s new to my blog, THIS is the original story and it can be found in its entirety on my Masterlist!

Wicked Game: The Proposal

Tom would most definitely not make a big show of it, knowing how uncomfortable it would make you for your personal life to be put on public display like that, so it would happen in a rather private setting.

You two had discussed your opinions on marriage long before, and how either of you wanted to spend the rest of their lives. Unsurprisingly, you had been absolutely on the same page, but then left the topic at that with a smile on both your faces for a while.

People, especially a certain colleague of yours and a very noisy ex-student with odd hair colours (yes, I'm talking about you, Ben and Sky), had been insinuating to both you and Tom that it might finally be time to take the next step. And (not) subtle as they were, Tom and you obviously caught right on to their schemings. But as ever, you let them proceed with their shenanigans. A few magazine cut-outs of pretty wedding gowns here, an arranged romantic dinner there...

So one day, when your two crazy friends were supposed to come over for a dinner of some self-made lasagna once again as they did ever so often, you had a suggestion for Tom. Why not tell the two meddlesome fools that you were, in fact, married already? Just as a joke... Just to see their shocked faces. Tom was quick to agree with a mischievous grin on his face. This was daily business, after all... And you two still hadn't gotten back at Ben for his last practical joke anyway. This was the perfect opportunity.

So as was to be expected, Sky and Ben started making terribly obviously remarks and insinuations soon enough. You'd barely had enough time to flee into the kitchen with the dishes before you couldn't contain the smirks and giggles anymore. When you returned to the living room with new composure, an easy teasing smirk on your lips, and went to stand with the others in front of the large window to finally speak the words of trickery you had been preparing all evening, the room was silent for a while. Both Ben and Sky, entirely shocked.

"You are already married? Without telling us? Seriously?! AGAIN?!?!" Sky gaped an instant later, while Ben seemed too shocked to voice any witty retorts at all. You snorted, and looked at Tom out of the corner of your eyes. He was smiling almost serenely, obviously amused about your friends' hilarious faces too, and yet there was an expression on his own that spoke volumes. Like he knew more than everyone else in the room. You frowned to yourself for a second, but didn't get to dwell on it.

"So you're married? Really?" Ben finally found his voice again, gaze drifting from Tom to you and back. He was doubtful. Rightfully so, after all. Darn it, the man had learned from the years of prank wars between the four of you. Oh well, at least he was capable of learning. You snickered to yourself.

"No." Tom finally had the mercy to say, while his smile broadened to that radiant emblem of joy that still had the power to melt your heart in seconds. "We're not." And before you could melt entirely under his soft touch on the small of you back, he took half a step backwards to face you with that same smile, that same radiance. His eyes, as ever and always, capturing your soul with ease. "But I would like to change that, if you will have me, Y/N."

Again, silence that melted the world away, and you could only stare with parted lips at the man standing before you now. And standing straight he did, and stayed, even as he spoke on. "I am well aware that tradition dictates differently, but I will not kneel before you tonight. Because you don't need a servant, my dear, but you deserve an equal. An equal, a loving friend, and a devoted soul. I would like to spend the rest of my days trying to be that for you, and yet more if I can. If you allow me, I would like to make you mine forever."

Frozen in awe, your frantic heartbeat echoed through your entire being as you watched him delicately draw the smallest object from his pockets, a ring, made entirely of neatly folded paper. You couldn't help the sound between a sob and a chuckle that escaped your lips, as your gaze darted between Tom's eyes, the ring in his palm and the smile on his lips.

"Will you do me this greatest honour, darling, and marry me?" He asked quietly, softly like a brush of sunlight, when your eyes lingered on his own. There was so much hope in them, such love and dedication. You didn't have to think even for a split second.

"Yes! Of course! Always!" The world spilled from your lips like desperate prayers, the relief of their sound more prominent than the air to breathe. Smiling, Tom placed the origami ring in your palm, for it was everything but made to wear. You couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have loved him more. Overwhelmed by a flashflood of emotions, you carefully enclosed the delicate object in your hand, a mere second before practically jumping at Tom for a hug and a kiss that was sure to leave him breathless either way. If there was a highest joy, a deepest love for life itself, you could feel it now. Both of you.

"A ring made of paper? Really, mate?" Ben chuckled, long after he and Sky had given you both their happiest congratulations. You'd been surprised at first, when Sky had suddenly started squealing like a little girl on Christmas morning, that the two of them had still been there in the first place, but by now you were eternally grateful that your two best friends had been there to share this moment with Tom and you. They, too, were your family, after all. And after a long while of hugging and grinning, the overwhelm was slowly making room for unadulterated happiness.

"Yep." Tom replied with a cheeky grin, upon which Ben shook his head with a snort. "I've had the idea for a while now, actually. It, uh..." He let out a nervous chuckle, then gave you an almost apologetic smile. "It's the same piece of paper you placed on my desk when we first met. The one with the quote, the one I didn't know came from you until months later."

"You actually kept that?" Your eyes widened in surprise, heart skipping a beat while your smile however stayed brilliant as it was. "All this time?"

"What can I say?" Tom chuckled, shrugging with the shoulder you weren't leaning into. "I am very attached to everything you have ever given to me. I thought I would have some more time to practice my skill at origami, but well, your little trick on Ben and Sky tonight was too good an opportunity to resist. I do hope though that it didn't turn out too crooked. And needles to say, I will still give you a proper ring in due time."

"It's absolutely perfect, Tom, really. Everything. Exactly as it is." You smiled up at him, then placed a soft kiss on his jawline and finally rested your head back against his shoulder while he simply smiled to himself. Yes, it really was beyond perfect indeed.

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(Bonus:)

"Gods, will you two ever stop being disgustingly adorable?!" Sky groaned exaggeratedly a moment later, as only she could. "You make me want to hurl or yeet myself out the window!"

"Geez, they just got engaged, you heartless creature, let them be sappy for once!" Ben scoffed, as ever, with a smirk playing on his lips. "You're just jealous."

"Jealous? Me?! Who are you kidding, Cumberbatch?" Sky retorted right away, quirking an eyebrow at the man next to her in utmost sass. "That's called projection, my friend."

"Good gracious, when will they just kiss already!" You groaned under your breath, careful so your friends wouldn't hear, then rolled your eyes with a chuckle as you looked up at Tom. "It's been months since Sky graduated, and they're still hopelessly pining for each other. It's not gotten one ounce better over the years, but rather even worse! Wouldn't you say it's about time we start helping them along?"

The grin had spread on Tom's lips even before you had finished your sentence, but when you did, his eyes were sparking with joy and mischief as were yours. "That, my dear, is just what I have been thinking as well."

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Can we have Benedict drawing Sophie for like the 2984793 time, and Sophie askiing him if he doesn't get tired of it and Benedict will be all "I would never get tired of drawing your beauty" 🥰 we know how much Benedict loves to draw his muse

Sophie had a stack of papers in her hands which she abruptly dropped when she felt something fly past her head. She shrieked and dropped her papers all over the floor.

"BOYS!"

"Sorry, mother! It was an accident." Came Charles' innocent voice.

Sophie heard him running towards her a moment later, bending down to help her pick up her things.

"It's alright sweet boy." She reached across and picked up the offending object in question. One of the boys wooden toy soldiers. "Just be a bit more careful next time, love."

Charles nodded and with a smile he picked up the stack of papers neatly and handed them back to his mother.

"Charlie, what's taking you so long?" asked Alexander, skidding to a halt from around the corner. Upon seeing the annoyed look on his mothers face Alexander cleared his throat and quickly put his hands behind his back and asked innocently, "Everything alright, mama?"

Sophie smirked to herself, biting the inside of her cheek so not to smile. Alexander only ever called her 'mama' when he knew he was guilty of something. "Yes, dear, everything is fine. Be a bit more careful next time though please."

The boys nodded.

Sophie suddenly realized that the house was far to quiet. "Where are William and Violet?"

She cringed inwardly. Out of all of her children William and Violet were the trouble makers. Innocent enough, but trouble makers none the less. And just a half moment later she also realized that Benedict wasn't in the sitting room either.

"Where is your father?"

"William and Violet went for a walk. Father thought it best...to get their energy out, mama." Sophie nodded in agreement. "And papa is in his studio. He said he had to get a piece done for the exhibit next month. Said he was down to the wire and he shouldn't be disturbed."

Sophie smiled briefly. She knew Benedict was always at his happiest when he was amerced in his work...well when he wasn't spending time with her or the children obviously, "Thank you, Charlie. I'm going to make sure your father has something to eat, you know how he gets. You boys...try not to break anything."

Charles smiled and ran off down the hall, Alexander following quickly at his heels.

After making Benedict a sandwich and a small array of fruits and cheese Sophie made her way towards Benedict's studio. She knocked gently on the door and when she heard a soft grunt from behind the heavy wooden door she balanced the tray on one hand and pushed the door open with another.

When she walked in the sun was streaming brightly through the large open window, giving Benedict's skin a sun kissed glow. His hair was a mess, as per usual when he was locked away in this room for hours. His shirt sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. The top few buttons were undone exposing his toned chest beneath. Sophie felt a shiver go through her.

It pleased her greatly to know that after all these years of marriage and four children later her husband still some how managed to make her skin tingle all over with want.

"I brought you a bit of lunch, my love. I knew you wouldn't have eaten anything."

Benedict mumbled something Sophie couldn't quite make out, paint brush currently residing between his teeth. His brow furrowed and small splatters of paint aligned his right cheek.

When Sophie didn't respond Benedict realized she must not have heard him. Removing the paint brush he gave her a warm smile, "Knowing you it's probably a feast."

Sophie blushed and set his tray down on the table next to him. "You can hardly blame me. You always forget to eat when you are up here for most of the day. "

"You....are probably right." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as he reached over and picked up a grape, popping it into his mouth.

"The boys said you're finishing up your final piece for the exhibit...am I allowed to see it or are you going to continue to keep it a secret from me?" She asked, a playful tone to her voice.

Benedict took a moment and considered her words, plucking another grape in his mouth. "It isn't finished yet..."

Sophie shrugged, "I don't mind. You know I always love your work. All of your work."

Benedict gave her a small smirk and tugged on her hand gently until she was resting in his lap. He placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck as he felt his stomach turn slightly. He knew Sophie was always, and would always be, supportive of his work. But he couldn't ever help himself that each time he showed her a new piece uncertainty flowed through his veins because <i>what if</i> this time she didn't like it.

She took a moment and looked at the piece before her. The piece that Benedict had been slaving away over for months. Locking himself up in his studio for hours, sometimes through most of the night, trying to perfect, the piece he had been trying to get <i>just</i> right.

She had imagined for months what it might be.

She thought that maybe it was a landscape. They had taken a trip to Italy together once, many years ago. He had sketched such beautiful landscapes then that any time she looked back on them she had felt like she could still feel the warm ocean breeze on her face.

But what she saw wasn't a landscape...but a portrait of her.

"Oh, Ben."

"Do you hate it?" he asked nervously, nuzzling her neck once more.

"It's beautiful...but..."

"But?"

"You've only painted my portrait a thousand times already. Don't you want to do something more...original? Haven't you grown quite bored of me already."

"Sophie my darling I will never tire of drawing your beauty." He reached his hand up gently and turned her head so she was peering down at him. "Every single day you do something new that makes me fall in love with you all over again. You inspire me every day, Sophie. To be a good husband, a good father...a better man. How could I ever grow tired of drawing the one thing who inspired me to keep doing so?"

She blushed at that. Properly blushed. She felt it all the way in her toes. She looked back at her portrait and gave a small sigh. It really did warm her heart that he found her so inspiring. Apart from her children it made her feel like she had a purpose on this earth.

That her life had some sort of meaning.

"Well..."

Benedict smirked into her skin, kissing and licking his way up her neck, "You know this portrait will hang in the gallery. Where anyone and everyone may look upon it some day."

He nipped at her skin now, the way he knew she liked. The precise way that made her toes curl. "And every one who looks upon it will know how much I. love. my. wife." He muttered into her ear as he nipped at the lobe and swiped the shell of it with his tongue.

"Benedict," she moaned.

"Is that a yes?" he asked huskily, headily.

"Yes." And with that she turned and kissed him fully on the mouth. He parted her lips with his tongue and the two danced their familiar dance for a bit before Benedict came to his senses some what.

"Where are the boys?" he asked. Turning her so she was standing in front of him with her back towards the portrait now.

"William and Violet are still on their walk and Charles and Alexander are most likely breaking something they shouldn't be."

He nodded as his hand fisted in her her dress until he could find the skin of her knee. He let his hand drift up and up and up until his fingers grazed over her center.

Her head fell back, moan on her lips.

"Excellent."

THE END

Summer, Sunscreen & Secrets - BenArmie ☀️

for @pangolinpirate, who wanted a High School AU with a pool party, some sunscreen application and some hidden feelings! I hope you enjoy! 💛

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This pool party is everything that Kylo hates. Hot weather, lots of people and loud, shit music. He’s lucky that Poe has a large garden with lots of trees; there’s enough shade for Kylo to hide in. He stands on the upper decking of the Dameron’s glorious patio, looking down to where dozens of seniors splash about in the pool and show off with dives and cannonballs, throwing the inflatables at one another. Kylo hides underneath the shade of a parasol, admittedly warm in all of his black clothing but he’s almost enjoying being able to judge the others from behind the frames of his black sunglasses.

Hux is worth all of this.

The nerdy red-head has been the centre of Kylo’s world since middle school, since the transfer from England dropped into Kylo’s History class in the middle of the winter semester and blew the teacher away with his knowledge of...everything. An outcast too, Hux had latched onto Kylo without really meaning to, following him around like he was the coolest kid in school as opposed to the least popular.

5 years later and on the eve of Hux travelling back to England to go to university, this ridiculous party is the only way for Kylo to hang out his crush before he never sees him again.

“Kylo!”

Kylo’s heart leaps in his chest. He whirls around, making his long hair flick back over his shoulder, and finds an image before him that’s like something out of a shower fantasy.

Hux is standing before him in nothing but a pair of green swimming shorts and a pink pair of sunglasses pushed back in his mess of ginger hair. His skin is so pale that Kylo wonders how he hasn’t burst into flames yet—though the same could be said for Kylo. That’s why he’s in the shade.

But Hux. His body is just as beautiful as Kylo imagined it would be. Underneath the shirts and slacks, Hux has been hiding a thin frame and narrow shoulders, perky nipples and an elegantly soft collarbone that Kylo can’t stop staring at.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” Hux says, joining Kylo in the shade, leaning against the wooden pillar of the fancy decking. “This isn’t really your scene.”

“My...uh. My Mom is friends with Poe’s mom,” Kylo says, trying to keep his gaze on Hux’s eyes and not on his bare chest.

“Ah. And that means you’ve got to come to every pool party that Poe throws for all the seniors?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, I’m glad that I’ve found you,” Hux says, smiling so widely that his nose scrunches up. It melts Kylo’s heart. “Will you help me with my sunscreen? Being ginger means that the sun hates me. I’d kill it if I could.”

Kylo feels all the heat in his body begin to pool in his cheeks, hoping that the darkness of the overhanging parasol is enough to hide his blush. He pushes his sunglasses up into his hair, taking some of it out of his eyes and swallows hard.

“Uhhh...”

“You’re the only one I trust not to draw a cock on my back,” Hux whispers, pushing the bottle of sun cream into Kylo’s hand. If he feels the shake of them, he doesn’t comment.

“Okay,” Kylo says. He can do this.

Hux turns around. Kylo just about manages to stifle his gasp; a plethora of little freckles for themselves over Hux’s thin shoulders, cascading like stardust from one side to the other, thinning out into nothing but perfectly soft skin across his prominent shoulder blades. How can a person’s back be a turn on? Kylo doesn’t know but he’s so in love with every inch of Hux’s body that saying goodbye to him seems more impossible now than it ever has before.

“Kylo?”

“Fuck,” Kylo sighs, blinking away his emotions. “Sorry.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“You know, I can get someone else to do this if you don’t want to,” Hux says. “Maybe Poe or Finn...?”

“No! No, I’ll do it, it’s fine.” Without another moment’s hesitation, Kylo squeezes a generous helping of sunscreen onto his palm before dotting it onto Hux’s back using one finger, a little afraid to use more.

His skin is just as soft as it looks. Feeling brave, Kylo begins rubbing it the cream in with more fingers, wanting to get the most out of this before he loses Hux forever. His strokes are as gentle as he can be, feeling like touching Hux too hard would break him; he’s precious, deserving of soft touches and kind kisses.

Kisses? Oh, to kiss this skin forever would be like heaven, Kylo thinks, wondering if this heartbreaking feeling of having a crush on his best friend will fuel his poetry.

“Your hands are so soft,” Hux says, sighing with a long rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Thanks?”

“It feels nice. Maybe you should quit your band and become a masseuse. The first goth masseuse in the world.”

‘Anything for you,’ Kylo thinks.

“Oh, and my chest too?” Hux spins around, startling Kylo. “I’m shit at putting it on myself. I think I might need glasses. You’re better at doing it. You don’t mind, do you?”

“N-no,” Kylo bites his lip, catching his piercing in between his teeth. “I’ll do your chest.”

“You’re the best, Kylo.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. What am I going to do without you?”

Kylo scoffs, “I don’t think you’ll need sunscreen in England.”

But instead of laughing, Hux smiles sadly, glancing down at the ground. “Good point.”

Another few squirts of the cream onto his hand and Kylo is rubbing it into Hux’s skin again, touching his collarbone and feeling the ridge of the bone beneath his fingers. The bounce of his nipples as Kylo’s rubs is hypnotic and beautiful, draining some of the blood from Kylo’s red cheeks to his crotch.

Kylo has never felt anything like this before. So many emotions, too many thoughts, and he’s run out of time to set them free. Hasn’t he?

“You’re blushing, Kylo,” Hux says softly, all trace of mischief gone from his expression.

Kylo gulps, “So are you.”

“I’m a ginger in the sun. What do you expect?”

“I’m a goth in the sun.”

“Touché.” Hux looks down to where Kylo’s hand is rubbing the same spot in a little circle as though he’s just in a trance. “Uh. I think that’ll do, Kylo.”

“Oh,” Kylo blinks, pulling his hand away. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Kylo forces a happy smile. “Always.”

“I’ll see you around?”

“Sure.”

Hux takes his bottle of sunscreen and slides his sunglasses back down onto his nose, walking away across the decking to make his way towards the pool. Kylo can’t watch. It can’t end before anything has had the chance to begin.

“Hux, wait,” Kylo reaches out, taking Hux’s hand and pulling him back into the shade, their heartbeats drowning out the sound of the awful synth pop music. “I have to tell you something.”

Hux takes his sunglasses off, his green eyes looking as through they’re brimming with tears.

“Yes?”

“I...” The words are stuck on the butterflies that feel like they’re clogging up his throat. Kylo chokes, wanting his confession to be perfect but instead he’s stuttering like a fool in front of the one person who actually likes him for him. “I love...y—“

“What?” Hux gasps. “You love me?”

“Y-yeah,” Kylo shrinks back against into the corner and wishes the shadows would eat him up. “I’m sorry, Hux. But you’re leaving tomorrow and I’ll never see you again so I had to tell you. You’re my best friend. I’m sorry.”

But Hux takes Kylo by surprise. He takes both of Kylo’s hands and closes the gap between them, until they’re practically chest-to-chest.

“I’ve dreamt about hearing you tell me that,” Hux says, his voice filled with excitement, his eyes sparkling. “Because I love you too, Kylo Ren. Ben Solo. Whatever you want to call yourself. I adore you and I think I always have. Since that first day—“

“Yeah,” Kylo agrees. “That first day in History class. I knew. I knew you were important.”

“Kylo.”

The kiss is everything Kylo has fantasies about; uncoordinated, sweaty and much too short for his liking. He wants to stay locked to Hux’s perfect lips forever now, stay here where he’s the happiest that he’s ever felt.

“I won’t go to England,” Hux shakes his head as he pulls away from the kiss. “My father will have to defer my place at university for a year at least. I can’t leave you.”

“You won’t have to,” Kylo cups Hux’s cheeks, getting sun cream on them but neither of them care. “I’ll come with you.”

“Kylo. I wouldn’t expect you to leave your family behind—“

“I don’t care about them. I don’t want to work in my Dad’s scrapyard. I don’t want to be a snooty politician like Mom. I want to be with you, Hux. I’ll pack up tonight and come with you. Wherever you go, if you’ll have me.”

“Yes,” Hux gasps, stifling his tears. “Yes, Kylo! Always!”

He throws his arms around Kylo’s neck and hugs him tightly, the two of them sharing an incredible moment whilst the rest of the party goes on without them. No one notices them in the corner, embracing in the shade as though they’ve been apart for centuries and finally finding each other. Kylo can’t believe it.

“Oops,” Hux mutters, smirking and chuckling in Kylo’s ear. “I’ve got sunscreen on your favourite Joy Division shirt.”

“Is that your way of getting me to take my shirt off too?”

“Was it that obvious?”

Omgomgomgomg I can't believe this BUUUUUT first of all, how are you? Remember ily 💚 Can I have “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.” and “I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love, and then I met you.” with OT3? Please? Where the reader is just a tiny little bit insecure about the love the boys have for her?

I love you too! (no gif, Ben Barnes is Sirius, Aaron Taylor Johnson is James)

You loved being with Sirius and James. You loved waking up with them piled on top of you, you loved kissing them, loved hearing their laughter from the other room. You loved the lack of jealousy or posturing amongst them, you loved how easy they were to love.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you wondered if they loved you the way you loved them. Sometimes, when you watched your boys together, you wondered if they loved each other more than they loved you.

If they did, you would get it. Sirius was gorgeous, a genius, everyone’s favorite bad boy. Even now, when you all went out together, people still stopped and stared when they say him. That hair and those eyes, that body, his face—how could they not? And James was just as desirable with those sparkling brown eyes and crackling wit. He was the perfect boy next door, all wide smiles and tousled hair, fun and comfort personified. And you were… you… You had your merits, of course, but sometimes, you felt like maybe, just maybe… you weren’t enough.

“You know,” James said, coming to sit next to you on the couch, “you’re really beautiful when you’re contemplating.”

“What are you contemplating?” Sirius asked, sitting on the other side of you, his arm going to rest on the back of the couch.

You looked down at your hands. You didn’t want to voice your insecurities and reveal your fears to them, not about this. But, as always, your boys knew what you needed.

And they delivered.

James reached over and took one of your hands in his, his voice soft as he spoke. “You know we love you more than anything, right?”

You nodded. “I know.”

“And you know,” he went on, “that there is no James and Sirius without Y/N.”

You bit your lip. It always amazed you how quickly and easily they could read you.

Sirius leaned closer to you, gently removing his arm from the back of the couch and placing his hand on your chin, forcing your head up so that you were looking into his deep grey eyes. “We love you,” he said, “and we will never get tired of telling you that.”

“Showing you, too,” James added, a soft smile on his face, “And d’you know why?”

“Why?” You asked, your voice coming out in a whisper.

“Because you’re the glue to this,” James answered, “to our family.”

“And I never thought I’d have a family,” Sirius said, and your heart broke for him, “with the Blacks, even before my mum disowned me, I never…” He shook his head. “You made me a home. You and James are my home.”

You felt tears in your eyes. “I love you. I love you both.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love,” Sirius confessed, “and then I met you. And I didn’t want to be in love—you remember,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I tried to fight it like an idiot. And now… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you,” James added, “There was just something about you… Your eyes… I used to draw them in Potions, didn’t I, Pads?”

“Yup,” Sirius nodded, “he did.”

“I’m gonna love you till the end of time—we both are,” James said, his words hitting you right in the heart, “And you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve it,” he answered you.

You threw your arms around him, holding him in your arms, overcome with emotion. He held you back, his hand rubbing your back softly. You held out a hand. “Sirius.” He moved and hugged you as well, the three of you huddled together in a cocoon of love…

…which of course lead to some hardcore cuddling, and when you woke up from your impromptu mid-day nap under a pile of limbs and hair, all you could do was smile.

This was where you belonged.

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#11 for the kisses promt. With hevie 💙❤. Oh and make it sweet but angsty, I'm curious to see what u do w that ;) Thnx!

Phew! I hope you like this. I originally went one way with this but..then this kind of happened...so I hope you’re okay with that.

Also posted on AO3

The morning sun shone in through the opened curtains, causing the young woman to groan. She refused to open her eyes this morning. To open them meant to greet the day with a smile and Evie wasn’t ready for that. She wanted to stay here, wrapped up in the warmth of his arms and a smile was simply out of the question.

“Princess,” his sleepy draw startled her. His hand touched the top of her head, fingers lazily running through her hair. It felt wonderful, putting her at ease. 

His hand traveled down, fingertips tracing the contours of her face, brushing over closed eyes lids, trailing the length of her nose and finally tracing the outline of her lips. Then he started all over again, fingers tracing every delicate feature. 

This touch felt far more different than any of his previous caresses. It felt sad, as if he were trying to memorize everything about her. 

“Harry,” she whispered, shuffling closer. The arm wrapped around her waist tightened and Evie found herself pulled even closer, hand sprayed over his bare chest. 

Oh how she was going to miss this. 

Harry grunted softly, his hand travelling down to gently hook around her chin and drew her forward. She waited patiently for that sweet taste. He had something else in mind. His lips replaced his hand, catching her forehead with a soft kiss. Painfully slow he continued, kiss after kiss refusing to leave a single inch of her face untouched. Mostly. Harry avoided her lips at all costs, instead leaving teasing kisses at its corners. 

She huffed in frustration, igniting a snicker from the pirate, “Harry.” 

Two could play that game. She gently escaped his grasp, reaching up to cradle his face in her hands. She loved the sharp intake of breath he gave at her touch. It started as a mirror of his previous ministrations; feather light kisses on his forehead, following a path to his closed eyelids. She kissed one before crossing the bridge of his nose to the other. A nip to the tip of his nose, earned her a delightful growl. 

Her thumb caught his mouth, tracing the lower lip. The thought to give him a taste of his own medicine crossed her mind, to barely brush her lips to the corner of his mouth. 

She couldn’t leave it there. 

Evie realized time was against them. They couldn’t drag this out much more. She claimed his lips, hungry and demanding. Harry’s arm tightened around her. His other hand buried into her hair and drew her tighter against him, equally as hungry and demanding. 

Much like Harry’s earlier caresses, something about this kiss felt different. They’d had their share of hungry kisses. Harry was notorious for being demanding. But this, all of this...felt final. 

A silent goodbye either wished to give. 

She didn’t know when the tears had begun to fall, but they did, her cheeks now wet and cold. Yet she refused to move away, only holding tighter. 

They broke apart after what felt like an eternity. Harry rested his forehead against hers, his thumbing stroking her cheek to wipe away her tears. 

Evie took a shaky breath, willing the tears to stop, “I should go.”  

Harry’s arms fell away from her allowing her the freedom to pull away. Slowly she opened her eyes, surprised to see Harry chose to keep his closed. His cheeks shone with a familiar dampness. 

They remained silent as Evie slid from the bed and began to dress. Ben was waiting for her after all.They had a tour of the world to tend too. It’d be months before they would be home. Months until she’d be able to see him again, if he’d even want to.

Ben had been generous, knowing her feelings for Harry. He hadn’t been all too surprised when she admitted her feelings for the pirate. In fact he’d been perfectly fine with it, allowing her to start a relationship with Harry that the pirate was only too happy to take part in. She’d been so happy to have both men she loved and they’d all been accepting of the arrangement.

Evie took another shaky breath, looking at the man who’d barely moved, his arm now covering his eyes. 

“Harry,” he only grunted in response, “Harry, please look at me.” 

He muttered something under his breath, turning his head away from her.  It hurt to see him act so childish. To see his refusal to look at her. 

“I want you to be happy,” she started, choking back on the tears that wished to fall once more. “You don’t have to wait for me, find someone special and be with them. I won’t be mad or upset.” She was lying, and something told her Harry knew despite not being able to see into his eyes. It’d break her heart to see him with someone else, but if it made him happy so be it. 

“I could steal ye away,” Harry finally mumbled, arm still covering his face. “Steal ye away right now and never look back.”

She smiled down sadly, “we both know you wouldn’t do that. For all the teasing you give Ben, you respect him too much. You respect me too much. ” 

The pirate only scoffed at her words. 

Evie’s heart felt torn, despite the fact Ben never once made her choose. Ben understood both of them made her happy. Both made her complete. Yet she couldn’t stay with Harry. 

“I love you, Harry Hook,” she whispered, stealing one last kiss. She paused at the door, looking back in hopes of catching his eye. His arm remained over his eyes and the tightness in her chest only grew heavier. 

“Goodbye, Harry.”

                                                             -X- 

The door closed softly behind the princess. Harry sighed heavily, removing his arm to glare at the offending object. He should have said more. He should have told her he loved her, that he’d wait as long as it took for them to return. 

Instead he was a coward and did nothing. He didn’t deserve her. She was better off with the sweet King who’d been kind and shared, being only too happy to allow Evie to be at her happiest with them both. 

It was like they said, all good things must come to an end. 

“Goodbye, Love.”

 Final Notes: So yeah, I originally was going to go the cheating route. But then I thought about it and the idea of poly!Evie was better. With Ben being okay with her also being in a relationship with Harry as well. Even though neither ever made her choose between them, she kind of feels like she should despite everything. So this was born. Though not going to lie, this is like a prelude to endgame Harry/Evie/Ben. 

The Night We Met.

PAIRING: Ben Hargreeves x Reader SUMMARY: Years after the lose of your childhood love, you decided to pay your respects, one last time. WARNINGS: angst. pain. lots of both. this is super sad, so read on well aware of what’s to come. there’s zero happiness in this, really truly (oops). WORD COUNT: 3000+

A/N: I was in a rough place and super sad and then I wrote this (like two nights ago), and then I didn’t have a chance til now to finish it up. It’s super sad and unedited, so I suppose read on at your own risk. Also, I don’t know if I really wrote Klaus well...I did my best. Again, this isn’t really edited and sort of just a toss away coming from an emotional me loving & missing Ben Hargreeves too late.

A LONG TIME AGO, she swore she would never step foot in that cursed house again.

But there she was, standing in the middle of the foyer, taking it all in as though it was her first time. And in a way, it was the first time she truly took in all the details, all the terrifying glory the mansion was, standing several metres below it all. In all her visits, Y/N had only once used the front door - and it was to exit, not come inside.

She tore her eyes away from the sky and shifted forward. In her hand were crumpled flowers, a rather cheap bouquet with wilted petals and a gaudy ribbon holding the stems together. Y/N was never a flower person and she certainly was not going to convert for the sake of a dead tyrant, and honestly it was all she could bother with. Not like the old man was going to see them anyways.

Y/N turned to place the bouquet on the front table, carefully tucking up the ribbons around the flowers, as though that was going to save the cheap, gross look. Without another thought turned to the ‘prison’s’ architecture, she was moving away, floating off and up the stairs. The house was silent, with ghosts of laughter lurking about every corner, but no familiar face to take in. Maybe that was best, too. She would rather be alone. Even just seeing Pogo again made her choke and struggle to even get a word out. The butler was polite enough to let her be, but there was no way to guarantee that for anyone else.

She stumbled down the long hallway, following a trial of memories, past the doors to nearly the end. It was shut, but not locked, and she was able to gently push it open and step inside, immediately coming to a halt at the entrance.

Nothing had changed. Not a detail, not a book changed from how it looked when she had ran out years and years back. Her hand shakily reached out to bump the light switch, heart beating even harder when the small room was illuminated with light.

The bedrooms of the Hargreeves children had always felt small, but as she stood in the doorway, peering about with tears in her eyes, the tiny space felt suffocating. Too many memories, too many reminders of a life she had buried deep, deep down a long time ago. Too much came back too quickly, and Y/N had to steady herself against the doorframe before continuing.

But she had forced herself all the way for a reason. Even if it was the last time she stepped inside, it was something and she had to pay her respects to him. And so, Y/N choked back her quiet sob and shut the door behind her, letting the past wash over her and engulf her beneath the inky black waves.

“Stay still!”

“I’m trying!”

A soft snort left the girl’s lips, followed by a muffled laugh. “You’re not trying hard enough,” she giggled, lunging so the end of her paintbrush could jab into his shoulder. “You gotta stay still, ‘else this drawing’s gonna be bad.”

“You’ve never drawn anything bad. It’s going to look great.”

Once more, she snorted. “Of course it will, Benny. It’s a drawing of you.”

In the dim light of the room, darkness only barely pushed away by a flashlight, his cheeks bloomed with rosy pink, a flush at the teasing compliment. Neither one addressed it, but both of them took note, and even as she studied the paper, the girl was smiling.

She had forgotten about the sketches she had done of him - but moreover, she had not realised he had made a point to keep each one. Her finger traced the thick stains on the paper, lines creating the pointed chin and soft, shy smile she had loved so much. Y/N had forgotten how much she loved to draw, especially him - she had not touched a paintbrush in years.

Not since.

Her eyes lifted and the sketch left her fingers, leaving them free to reach up and trail down his bookshelf. He always had far too many to count, and multiple times she teasingly questioned if he had ever even read half of them. But every time, he claimed that he had and honestly? Despite the poking fun, she had no doubt about it.

She shifted across the carpet, jean-clad legs coming to rest beside his. They were just barely touching, arms brushing every time she took a breath.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shh,” she sleepily murmured back. Her head fell to his shoulder, eyes lazily scanning the pages of the book in hand. “What are you reading?”

Under her head, Y/N could feel him tense up, a common reaction she had become used to. She knew he was nervous around her, and could discern some sort of reason why - though there was no part of her courageous enough to truly act on it. No, her bravery extend to little actions like that, where she could cuddle into his side and blame her actions on something like weariness. 

“H-Diego got it for me,” he said softly. His trembling hand moved to her shoulders, draping across as a sort-of intimate support. All actions were hesitant and unsure, but when Y/N snuggled closer in, some of the shaking died down. “It’s about these elves? And all the races around them. It’s sort of badly done, but considering everything it’s good.”

“Can you read it to me?” 

“Yeah, uh - sure.”

Y/N stifled a yawn and moved even closer. Her eyes slid shut and she let her mind drift, focused only on his sweet voice recounting a tale she probably would not remember the next day. And all the while, she could feel his heartbeat just barely against her own skin. And…

She blinked away the glossy cover of tears and pulled away from the book in hand. It had meant a lot to Ben, she did remember that - Diego had got it from him and though it was one of those clearance buys, the sort that were sold at the lowest of bookstores because no one else bought them, he had cherished it because it was from his brother and it was an act of love. And in turn, he had shared that love with her, eventually striking up a routine between the two of them. Any time she came over and it was nice, he would read and her head would rest against his shoulder, eyes sleepily watching as he read aloud to her. Sometimes, she would adjust and press a soft kiss to his shoulder, or cheek if she was brave enough, and watched as his face exploded with a deep red in reaction. It had made her smile, to know even before they ever solidified a thing between them, that they were both madly falling for the other.

It had not taken long for them to break. It was her that made the first move, though immediately after came his eager response. Even through the pain, Y/N smiled, seeing those fateful moments flashed in her mind like a movie. She never forgot that night.

It was raining, and she had come to his window soaked right through. He had scolded her for coming at all in such bad weather, and her argument back was that it was a short walk, and she could just steal another one of his signature black hoodies. Ben still remained tense, arguing back to her that she could get pneumonia or something in the cold, and then...

-Y/N gently touched her lip, cold fingers pressed into the skin. It was their first kiss, and it was everything expected - short, awkward and surprising for both of them. But just as a younger Y/N had pulled back, unsure if her kissing him was even the right move, if he had wanted that to happen, Ben pulled her in and that was when, really truly her young, cold heart burst and bloomed inside her chest.

“He-Y/N.”

She whirled around, coming face to face with a shocked Klaus Hargreeves. Or at least, who she could assume was him - it had been too many years, and he had aged remarkably, but the dark, glittering eyes definitely matched with the boy she once knew. Though, wrapped in cheap fur and a black coat that hung from his willowy frame, with large bags under his eyes and shaking hands - it was clear life had not treated her old friend well.

“What a surprise this is…”

“Yeah, sorry,” she mumbled. Her hands found the pockets of her sweater, forming fists within the fabric. “I didn’t mean to come uninvited. I just...heard the news about your father. Sorry, by the way.”

Klaus snorted. “Please. I think this might just be the happiest day of my life, Y/N. Finally, I can walk through this prison and not have to worry where’s he’s lurking - a goddamn creep, our dear father was!”

That outlook was not so surprising. She could honestly bet that none of them would be too saddened by the news, but there was still a sting of guilt at her being there. She shuffled in place. “Right. Well, still, sorry for showing up out of the blue and intruding.”

“You’re not intruding at all,” he said. Klaus’ gaze had softened and he pulled forward to pat her shoulder. “But I do have to ask - why now?”

“Oh. Well, um...honestly,” she sighed, “I came purely for my own self. I know I said all stuff about never coming back, but I-I - when I saw that he had died, I mean...it felt fitting.”

Klaus knew exactly what was alluded to - it was not hard to remember Y/N and Reginald’s first and only interaction. A shudder ran through his slender frame, and his grasp on her shoulder tightened. “Are you alright?”

Y/N nodded, though there was no possible way for her to be ‘alright’, not there and not then. “Yeah. I just...wanted to pay my respects, see it all one last time.”

“Ah.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around it,” she murmured. Pulling away, she headed to the tiny desk and lifted one of her sketches for him to see. Rough charcoal formed a young boy’s face, frozen in a laugh, almost so real the two of them could hear the giggles fill the room. “I - for years, I couldn’t even think about it. Losing him...broke me so much, and I know - well, you get it. He was your brother, and I know that you two had such a bond. But I...I loved him, too.”

The room’s atmosphere suddenly shifted, a chill running through the and sending shivers down both individual’s spines. 

Klaus, for once, said nothing.

“I loved him so much, and I know he loved me. And I…” she stopped, wiping a fallen tear from her cheek. More followed swiftly, but those she ignored. “You know, we talked about what we could have, when he finally got old enough to leave. We’d run far, far away. Say a big screw you’ to dear old Reggie and leave to build our own lives. He wanted to go to school, you know? Dreamt of having a career of his own, something that helped the world. Something he got all on his own.”

“He was always the ‘goodest’ of us all.”

Y/N smiled softly at Klaus’ comment. Her face was alight with silver, and specks of black stained under her eyes, contrasting against the puffy red skin. But neither took note. “He was. He cared so damn much, about everyone. I could never understand how a boy that good could see himself as a monster, but I - I just wanted to tell him that he was nothing like what his father claimed him to be, he never could be.”

“Hey, no-” Klaus stepped forward then, wrapping his thin arms around her shaking frame. It was then that Y/N finally gave in and truly began to sob. Loud, broken cries that echoed throughout, filling the air. She tried to speak, struggling to say some sort of huffed apology, but he cut her off with a ‘you’re going to choke on your words, just hush!’. It was not that funny, but she did smile at that.

Finally, Y/N pulled away, brushing at her eyes and face with a sigh. “Thanks, Klaus.”

“Well, I’m not him but I am known for my hugs,” he grinned back, his own sadness staining his pale face. Still, he clung to the funny facade, twisting into a funny curtsy. “At your service.”

“Well, thanks.”

She moved back to the drawings, pulling through them with a frown, but Klaus did not take note of the art. Instead, his eyes drew down to the flash of light reflected on her finger. He gasped. “Is that--”

“-what - oh. Yeah,” she nodded solemnly. Her hand lifted and then he could see the slim ring on her hand, glittering in the light. It was plain, only decorated by a single diamond pressed into the precious metal. “S’a recent thing.”

“Well, congrats - whoever it is, they must be extremely lucky.”

Despite herself and the pain still wringing her heart through, Y/N smiled, thinking of who had put the ring on her finger. “Yeah...yeah, I think I’m the lucky one in this. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be in this position, truly. But they’re...they’re good to me.”

“Well, I can’t wait for my wedding invite!”

“Ha - yeah. Of course, we’ll save a seat for you, Klaus.” The light soon faded in her eyes, though, as they lifted back to the surroundings and seemingly, she remembered just where she was. “This might sound silly, but...I actually came here, almost to come to terms with the engagement.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N shrugged softly. “I don’t know. I just wanted a chance to say goodbye to him, one last time, let him go. I held onto him for so long, not accepting that he’s gone - and even now that I’m engaged to be wed, I still had this overwhelming guilt, like I was betraying Ben, somehow.”

“Well that’s not stupid, Y/N - you loved him. I don’t really know much about love, but I do know what the two of you had was...it was something,” Klaus said, almost wistfully as he looked at her hand. He moved beside her again, rubbing her shoulder with long, spindly fingers. She leant into the movement.

“We were supposed to get married, one day.”

“I know.”

“We were gonna have a big house, maybe take in a couple kids - we were both more into adoption, given everything.”

“I know, he told me. He never shut up about the plans, if you could imagine.”

Y/N shut her eyes, swaying ever so slightly where she stood. “I just wish...I wish I could see him one last time. Tell him I love him, that I always will.”

“He knows, Y/N. It’s okay.”

At that, her eyes sprung open, flitting over to stare in surprise at Klaus. “What do you mean by that?”

For a moment he froze, and almost looked through her, past at whatever could be behind. But just as she was going to question him and dig into whatever he could have meant by that, Klaus slipped into an easy smile and a shake of his head. “I just know, you know? Dear old Benny, God rest his soul.”

Her eyes remained narrowed in slight suspicion for a breath, but soon it slipped back into weariness and a soft, sad grin. She pulled him in for one last hug, clinging tight to him before drawing away. “Thanks for this, Klaus.”

“Oh, I - well, I haven’t done a thing.”

“No, seeing you again, getting a chance to get over myself and all the pent-up shit attached to him - it’s helped.” She patted his arm one last time before pulling away, brushing at her eyes on the way to the door. Her voice was choked as she spoke, but still clear enough to discern her words. “Goodbye, Klaus. Don’t be afraid to keep in touch.”

And with that, the door was shut and Y/N had vanished just as quickly as she had came from the room of her childhood love, leaving behind all the memories and pain of years long past.

Once he was sure she could not hear him, Klaus whirled around, glaring at the ghostly figure. “What was all that for?”

Ben’s pale face was stained with his own tears, broken by the image of Y/N. For just like for her, it had been years since he had properly seen her, aside from the glimpses of old memories he begged Klaus to bring out for him.

“Ben?”

“She’s found someone,” he said, barely a mumble into the silence. His hand rose to wipe at his face. “She’s happy, Klaus.”

“Well I know she’s said that, but-”

-he cut him off with a wave of his hand, running straight through his brother’s body. “She’s happy, and I want - I can’t just be selfish and not let her move on.”

Klaus rolled his eyes and moved to interject, but once more Ben cut him off. He could not touch his brother, but did make a point to try, waving a ghostly hand through the man’s arm and torso. “It’s not worth it, Klaus.”

Outside the Hargreeves house, stood Y/N, frozen just outside the large gates. Her eyes were trained on the paper in hand. She had stolen one of the sketches, one of her favourites that were ever done of him. He had not known she was drawing him, lost in his book, cross-legged on his bed with eyes focused downwards. She had taken the chance and sketched him loosely, drawing the boy in all his soft glory, the faintest of smiles resting on thin lips and the silky strands of hair falling freely across his forehead. It never had been her best work, but it had meant the most to him and years and years later, it was the most important to her.

Y/N sighed shakily through her sobs. Her hand pressed one last time to the drawing, tracing the lines before falling away. The drawing was folded back up and slipped into her pocket to be clutched tight by shaking fingers. And with that, she turned away and began her walk back to her new life, away from the one she had left behind.

Little did she know, Ben had watched her from his old bedroom window, craning until he could not see her anymore.

finally doing some stuff for OCs I never do anything with oop XD" here's the full cast lineup for my story Viki, which is one of my oldest stories that I still plan to do something with, lol. (they've been around even before I started teaching myself how to draw!) these guys have been through a LOT of redesigns over the years, but I'm pretty satisfied with these designs. I changed the plot a bit to make it more of a sci-fi story, but a lot of the the original themes still stand X3 and now I'm gonna ramble about the characters and the story like I always do lol

   the story starts with Steve Emmerson and Julia Sezmachek, a young couple whose relationship was like that in a fairy-tale. ask anyone who knew them, and they'd say that no two souls had never been more in love. Julia was young and sweet and beautiful, like a Disney princess, and Steve was her chivalrous Prince Charming who would do anything for his princess. their wedding was one of the happiest days of their lives, and when they one day found out Julia was pregnant, they were overjoyed. the majority of Julia's pregnancy was stable and healthy as the happy couple eagerly expected a beautiful baby girl.    but such happiness could never last forever. while Julia planned on being a stay-at-home mother and letting Steve earn money as a doctor, she was also an insanely curious woman, so it was only a matter of time before she found out of Steve's connections with scientists whose work did not follow basic safety codes. in her curiosity, she stumbled upon the lab of one of her husband's friends, where she had an accident just days before her due date. no one knows exactly what happened in that lab. but when Steve suddenly heard screaming from the lab and frantically rushed over to the scene, his wife was on the floor, in pain, strange chemicals scattered all around her, and her water had just broke. there was no time to investigate what happened as Steve frantically rushed Julia to the hospital to deliver their baby. and when they arrived, it didn't take the doctors long to realize that the baby Julia was giving birth to was much, much different from what they saw in the sonograms. one emergency c-section later, and Julia had given birth to a monster.    18 years later, Viktoria Emmerson, more commonly known as simply Viki, wonders what her life would have been like if her parents hadn't been so horrified of her monstrous form that they gave her up to a literally underground research facility. like her mother, Viki is very curious and sweet-natured, but she can be rather temperamental, and her feral instincts make it hard for her to control her emotions. she longs to explore the outside world, and Dr Jacinda Calleron, the woman who more or less raised Viki as her own daughter, also wishes the young mutant could have some freedom, but she knows that Viki would never be entirely safe out there. standing at 6'9" without even counting her horns or her ears, well over 200 pounds of muscle, and freakishly mutated, Viki is far too fearsome in appearance for her to be seen by just anyone. she also has immense physical strength and sharpened senses, something Dr Chad Ingrid likes to take advantage of. you see, the facility Viki has been raised in is no more ethical in nature than the scientists Steve used to work with, and Dr Ingrid has ran countless cruel experiments on poor Viki to help him create his own "supplements". Dr Calleron has never approved of any of the experiments Viki suffered through in her life, and if it weren't for her, the mutant's existence would be much more bleak, but Dr Calleron has gifted her with many things to enrich Viki's life. thanks to her, Viki was able to learn many artistic skills and research whatever subject she wanted. because of this, she is quite book-smart and very musically talented, but socially naive. Viki feels like it's her fault that Jacinda and Chad are forced to work together even though they don't get along in the slightest, and when they get into a huge fight, Viki disguises herself and finally escapes from the research facility that night.        Viki bravely manages to hitch herself onto a moving train in the middle of the night and rides it until she comes up to a small Texan town that morning. that's where she meets the Danlane family-- parents Hank and Denalia, siblings Dinah, Ralphie, and Ben, and their Great Pyrenees dog Snowstorm. they're pretty well-known in the area for their goofy yet friendly nature, and Hank is something of a local celebrity due to his job as a rodeo clown. as a running gag, his face is never shown without clown makeup. his Romani wife Denalia was a dancer in her youth, but now makes good money as an electrician. perhaps that's where their daughter Dinah got her intelligence from-- she's currently in college for engineering and is already great and building and fixing mechanical things! her love for greasy workshops and working with power-tools doesn't stop her from being a girly-girl at heart though X3 meanwhile Ralphie is likely the biggest dork in town, but he's great at making people laugh. in fact, he aims to become a stand-up comedian one day! and young Ben is rather innocent and kinda spacey, but his positive nature is contagious. he's very physically agile and can dance like his mother, but he's also a skilled tree-climber, to the point where people affectionately compare him to a monkey. Viki is immediately attracted to him and quickly falls in love with Ben. and Snowstorm is your typical pooch who has NO clue how huge he is and frequently crushes poor smol Ben by sitting in his lap, but he can't possibly be mad at THAT face X3 they're the first people to befriend Viki and even offer to let her stay with them, and when they accidentally see her without her disguise, they don't shun her for her monstrous appearance and accept her. and for the first time ever, Viki feels truly happy.    Viki also meets three aspiring rockers-- Zeke Choi is a smooth, confident metal guitarist and Dinah's boyfriend. Celia Choi, Zeke's twin sister and Ralphie's girlfriend, is generally very soft-spoken, but don't let that fool you-- this girl can SCREAM! she prefers to take the backseat as a bassist, though. and Penny Hamilton is an eccentric drummer who used to date Ben before realizing her true identity as a lesbian. to this day, they're best friends. the three of them needed a singer to complete their rock band, so when they discover Viki has a beautiful voice, they know they found their frontwoman~    it's not all fun and games after Viki runs away from the facility though, as Dr Ingrid is in pursuit to get her back and Viki has to protect her friends as well as come to terms with her mommy and daddy issues. but perhaps she needs to learn how to accept herself before she can do any of that...

Day 2 - 'Tis The Season To Be Thirsting

"You make me fly!"

Let's meet some more Thristies!

Athena

(Tumblr: @lilia-ula | Ao3: Lilia_Ula)

What got you into Star Wars?

ROTJ made a huge impression on me as a child. I fell hard for the Ewoks and had a soft spot for Salacious Crumb, the little wannabe Gremlin Jabba kept as a pet. So, I fell in love with the original trilogy backward, starting with VI and ending up with A New Hope. 😂

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

Most definitely the subtext within their interactions in TFA. JJ and crew made sure I'd notice the hotness therein. *bless 'em*

Why do you write / make art?

To bring scenes I'll never see on the big screen to life. I'm shameless, a complete gratuitous writer.

The Object of your Thirst…

With my penchant for villainous crushes, Kylo Ren will ever wear the crown.

Which Adam look do you like the best?

TFA Kylo, aka the Grim Reaper I wish would kill me softly, closely followed by Dark Space Prince™ in TLJ. His coloring and features are made for black, and it flusters me endlessly that he humors my fetish by wearing TONS of it off screen.💦

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

I'm so gonna sound like a creepy dude when I say this, but ah well. His eyes slay me. He is a master of portraying intensity and emotion, and it is best focused in his gorgeous eyes.

Favorite Star Wars Movie

The Last Jedi

What do you like to write / draw / paint the most?

E-rated erotica with feeling behind each thrust

Your TRoS Prediction

Oh, c'mon, I'm a red-blooded Reylo. They gonna tango.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

Your destination is a dark, foreboding castle bordered by steep mountains to the North. You ride through flowering orchards an elegant state of decay, the fragrance of blossoms beguiling your senses while the imposing sight of the stronghold fills you with growing dread.

If you were a candy bar, what would your name be?

Drama Creme

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating? 

It takes me time and quiet to submerge, and those commodities are in short supply IRL. Hence, the molasses-in-January pace of my output.😭

Are you a dom or sub? 

I switch but am happiest as a sub.

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

There have been more glamorous places, but I'll spring for weird: on a lit-up bench in the middle of City Hall in Honolulu. 2 am. *okaybye*

What's your kink?

Wait, What? Like, as in only one? *dies laughing*

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

Means "Red Lily" in Hawaiian, an ode to my daughter's middle name, my roots and the color red, which tends to dominate the field in my subject matter.

Do you like it rough or soft? 

B O T H

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

This Way Lies Ruin

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Cecelia

(Tumblr: @queenoferebor | Twitter: @queenoferebor12 | Ao3: Cecilia1204)

What got you into Star Wars?

I am an OT girl. I fell in love with a galaxy far far away as a kid and especially Han Solo, who was my first love. Forty-two years later and I'm still here, even more involved now that fandom is a thing and meeting my soul-sisters from all over the world. I loved the adventure, the romance and the whole concept of good and evil and redemption that SW gave me. I dragged my kids to the movies and I know I'll still be watching them until the day I have to sit right in front of the screen, with the sound at full blast, just to watch my babes in my old age.

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

After TFA, I was pretty angry at Kylo, won't lie. Then I read Reylo stuff on Tumblr and before TLJ came out I tried my first Reylo fic and boom, I was hooked. It's basically my fave trope: redeemed bad/misunderstood guy that sees the light when he meets the love of his life. I mean, I'm a Sansan and Dramione, Beauty & the Beast shipper, so it fitted the bill, really.

The Object of your Thirst…

Originally, and for many, many, many years, it was Han Solo. That man could have made me burn up on Hoth. Then along came his son, Ben/Kylo, and while I didn't see it at first, now, hooley dooley but I thirst for him now. I would not not say no to a threesome with both father and son! Just saying 😏

Which Adam look do you like the best?

I'm a complete hoe for shorter hair, so Paterson, Phillip Altman and now Daniel Jones get my hormones racing. I would not say no to a jonesing on his desk on that basement. No, siree!

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

All of him! Like, what's not to like? Narrowing it down is hard because I would lick that man from head to toe but it was his eyes and hair that got my attention. I could drown in those eyes and I've always had a hair kink, and his is perfection. Then there's his shoulders, arse, hands, mouth.....

Favorite Star Wars Movie

Was Return of the Jedi and then TLJ. If we get the Reylo pay off in TRoS, that could become my new fave

Your TRoS Prediction

Ben and Rey will declare their love and bone like bunnies in the Millenium Falcon. A girl can hope

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

Probably a stairwell. Near a railway line. Not nearly as sexy as it sounds, lol

What's your kink?

Hair. I love hair. And HEAs. If it doesn't have a happy ending, I'm not reading or watching, sorry. I don't want to be sad.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Happy, optimistic, loyal

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

I'm a mad LOTR and Hobbit fan, so that's where Queen of Erebor came from. The 1204 is my birthday

Do you like it rough or soft? 

Soft. I like romance but every now and then...

Favorite toy

My Satisfyer (clit stimulator) is currently my go to.

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

Han Sol. I really am a Hoe-lo for Solo!

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“You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”

Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”

[or: the adult!losers reunion, done 2000s sit-com style, just like we all deserve.]

PREVIOUSLY ON SEMI CHARMED LIFE: “Maggie, she… She had a stroke. They were still in the air and the airline medic can only do so… she didn’t make it. I’m so sorry, baby.”  “My mom’s dead?” “You can make my daddy come out of his room.” Frankie said once more, patting Stan on the shoulder with her tiny baby hand. Stan swallowed and looked up, eyes finding Eddie and seeing nothing else. Eddie let out a short sigh, before gesturing towards the hallway for Stan to go.  “Wow...” Eddie chuckled slowly.  “You’ve got some      serious    issues, Beverly Marsh. Get the fuck out of here.” | “So, what are you going to do? About your job?”“I’m going to have to find something temporary, or I’m going to lose my apartment.” “No average person could afford to live in them,” Ben said wisely. “That was the point. I should know- I designed them.”   |  “My boyfriend… the father… I’m not sure if he’s the smartest. He’s an amazing boyfriend, I love him so much. But I’m sure if I can rely on him, when it comes to money.” I want to thank you for everything you’ve done to help me these past few weeks. You’ve really changed my life for the better! It means so, so much to me. I hope we can continue seeing each other.

Mike could tell that the only thing keeping Eddie from having some sort of screaming fit was his husband’s hand resting in his lap. It was looking rather like a Kaspbrak family doggy pile on top of Eddie. Richie hadn’t remained standing for very long, still feeling the kind of tired that only sadness to give you, and flopped down onto the couch almost immediately. Eddie had forced everybody away from him, tucking up underneath Richie’s drooping head and immediately started carding his fingers through Richie’s matted curls. Frankie had immediately curled up at Eddie’s side and started mimicking the patting of her father’s head. Marty had been rested on Richie’s chest, and everytime a different person attempted to hold her she let out the smallest, most pitiful of cries. Mike was pretty sure he’d never heard another living thing sound so sad.

Richie’s eyes were closed, but Mike didn’t think he was sleeping. Mike wasn’t really paying attention to Richie anyway-- he was looking at Eddie. More specifically, to the tightness of his jaw and rough posture of his shoulders. Mike liked to believe that he, above every person this world besides Richie, knew Eddie Kaspbrak the best. He’d known the moment Beverly had come into the apartment that the fire would’ve been light under Eddie, and he was surprised it had been so long since Stan arrived and Eddie the Volcano hadn’t erupted. 

Mike had been trying to catch Eddie’s gaze, but he’d been more than stubborningly avoiding it. 

The conversation in the room was hushed, almost non-existent. Maybe they all thought Richie was asleep, or maybe the moment just felt too power to interrupt. Or maybe everybody could tell how close Eddie was to snapping at somebody, and they just wanted to keep it from happening. 

Ben leaned forward, tapping his fingers against Beverly’s shoulders. She startled, looking around to him and Ben nodded towards the kitchen off the end of the living room. They both stood and moved through the living room, trying to pretend they weren’t drawing attention to themselves. 

“I have a suggestion for you.” Ben said in a low voice. “I quit my job at the architecture firm. After everything that happened with you, I realized I needed to take more control of my life. I’m living with Mike right now, he’s letting me crash on his couch, and it’s great but I need to get my money. A job. Get my shit together. And it all got me thinking that the happiest I’ve ever been was when I was designing those houses.”

“They’re beautiful houses, Ben.” Beverly said softly, nodding at him. She remembered the awe she’d felt seeing them, knowing that Ben, her Ben, had made them like that. She smiled at him and he gave her the smallest, half smile in return.

“On the outside, they’re beautiful. Inside they’re empty.” Ben said lightly, eyes looking far away. Beverly bit her bottom lip. “I know you need more secured living, something big to work at so I was thinking of asking you if maybe you’d like to help me design houses.”

Beverly’s mouth dropped open, heart starting to race in her chest. “You… you want me to help you? After everything I did.”

Ben clenched his jaw, seemingly looking anywhere but in Beverly’s eyes. “Whatever happened between us romantically doesn’t change that you were one of the most important people to be most of my life.”

“You know, we keep saying that but is true?” Beverly said quietly. Ben frowned at her, tilting his head to the side. “Like, we’re all here, but it's a little like sitting in a room full of strangers. We’ve been separated longer than some of us were even friends.”

“I have to agree with Beverly.” A deep voice came from behind them. Ben and Beverly both turned around, Beverly’s stomach dropping to her feet when she spotted Eddie leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and he was frowning at them. The bags under his eyes were obviously even from nearly a foot apart, and Beverly felt her heart clench in sadness. The deep tiredness over her former friend’s face was killing her, filling her with a sickness in her chest that she couldn’t explain. “Sometimes it’s like I don’t know any of you guys at all.”

“Eddie…” Beverly said quietly, her voice coming out as hardly more than a whine. Ben glanced between them with wide eyes, shifting between his feet and looking ready to take a run from the room. “Do we need to do this now?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, stomping towards the fridge and grabbing a can of ginger ale from the fridge. “I’m just here to get a drink for my husband. You’re the one who invited themselves somewhere they weren’t welcome.”  

Beverly winced, eyes closing with shame. Ben let out a low whistle. “Eddie, come on.” He said, shaking his head. “Don’t you think that’s a little-”

“A little what?” Eddie asked coldly, pursing his lips together harshly. “She kissed my husband, then accused me of stealing him from her in the first place.” Ben’s mouth dropped open and he turned to look at Beverly in half-horror, but Eddie barrelled on. “Not to mention, it seems as though you’ve introduced my children to Stanley Uris without my or Richie’s permission!”

Beverly and Ben glanced at each other then quickly dropped their gazes away. “Eddie, we just needed to his help because we’d misplaced Marty and-” 

“You WHAT!” Eddie shrieked, slamming the can down onto the counter and glowering at the pair in front of him. “You better be fucking kidding me, because if you’re not-”

Stan walked in, eyes wide and mouth in tight line. “What is going on?” Stan asked, glancing between them all and looking highly put on. 

Eddie let out an angry huff of breath, eyes flashing. “Oh, no. You? You fuck off.”

Stan annoyed expression quickly melted into something weaker, something almost fearful. “Eddie…”

“No.” Eddie cried. “Don’t you Eddie me! You can walk in here and give some stupid emotional speech to Richie when he’s already vulnerable all you want, but that’s not going to work on me. You can trick Richie into forgiving you, because maybe it was bound to happen, Richie’s a forgiving person. But it wasn’t just Richie you screwed, Stanley. You did something horrible to him, but you didn’t have to deal with anything that happened after. You weren’t there as he fell apart, and you sure as hell wasn’t there to pick him back up, and put him back together. That was me. You did what you did, and paid absolutely no consequences for it. You went off to school, and you say you felt guilty this whole time, but facts are: I sat in a tiny New York apartment with a border catatonic, empty Richie Tozier for a year and help him through what you did. Me, not you. You did nothing. So, yes, maybe Richie forgives you because that’s who Richie is but…” 

Eddie stepped closer to Stan, right into his face. There were tears tingling in his eyes, and Stan swayed slightly like he may fall over. Beverly shuffled backwards, stepping into Ben’s side. 

“I will never forgive you.”

Eddie pushed past Stan, who had gone pale and lower lip was shaking, and stomped out of the kitchen. He didn’t move towards the living room, instead taking a hard left and fleeing from the home. Stan pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes and let out a soft exhale. Ben moved towards the entryway, noting as Mike came from the living room. 

“Eddie, he-” Ben gestured towards the front door.

Mike sighed and nodded. “I was sort of waiting for that, yeah. I’ll go talk to him.” Mike put his feet on and disappeared out the front door, grabbing a pair of Eddie’s shoes off the floor. Ben fiddled with his hands, debating if he should go but simply turned around and moved back to the crowd of his old friends in the living room. Mike and Eddie had always had a strong friendship that Ben wasn’t sure he’d ever felt with anyone. 

Ben got back into the living room and immediately made eye contact with Richie. The other boy was now sitting up, albeit a little slouched and sideways, with his youngest baby daughter cradled in his arms. The look of deep concern was settled on Richie’s face was mirrored on little Frankie’s face as well, both looking up at Ben as though he held more answers then he could have ever dreamed of. Stan and Beverly hadn’t come back into the room.

“It’s okay,” Ben said stiffly with a nod. “Mike is talking to him.” 

Frankie nodded as seriously at a three year old possibly could, settling back up against her dad’s side, but Richie looked much less convinced. Bill reached out and patted Richie lightly on the shoulder, but Richie pulled back from the touch. “You guys don’t need to stay,” he said in a low, empty voice. “I’m fine.”

Bill looked towards Ben, exchanging nervous looks. The little baby in Richie’s arms cooed softly and Richie’s gaze dropped down to her, softening. Blocking out the rest of the room, the rest of the world. It was just Richie and his girls. 

Audra smiled. “We’re not going anywhere. We need to stick together in times like this. I know we don’t know much about each other, but I like to think we’re a family. A family is what’s most important.”

Stan and Beverly moved back into the room now, Stan with red eyes and Beverly rubbing at his back. Patty stood quickly, moving to wrap her arms around her fiancee’s middle. He hugged her back quickly, leaning down to bury his face against her shoulders. 

Bill let out a half disgusted scoff. “That’s rich,” he muttered under his breath. 

Every eye in the room turned to him, even Richie’s. There was a rough silence for a moment, while Audra’s eyes narrowed. “What that was, William?” 

“Oh, nothing, baby.” Bill said in a sugary sweet voice. “I just think it’s interesting to hear a speech about the importance of family from the woman who’s cheating on the father of her unborn child.”

Audra’s mouth dropped open. Bill glared her down. Ben scratched the back of his neck and glanced at the ground. Stan and Patty glanced awkwardly at one another, then quickly averted their gazes.

“Seriously?” Richie grunted under his breath, rolling his eyes. He stroked a soft circle under the sleeping baby’s eye. “This conversation is important right now?”

The conversation barrelled on over top of him. 

“What are you talking about?” Audra asked, shaking her head. 

“I saw your letter.” Bill said, scowling at his girlfriend. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done to help me these past few weeks. You’ve really changed my life for the better! It means so, so much to me. I hope we can continue seeing each other? What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? How long has this been going on, Audra?” 

Stan started coughing, grabbing at his chest and turning away. Audra gave Bill the most disgusted, annoyed look that Richie thought he’d ever seen on a woman’s face. “You idiot. That letter is from Stanley.”

Richie cupped his hands over little Frankie’s eyes just as Bill jerked his head to look at where Stan was standing, looking like a deer in headlights. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Bill lunged at Stan, knocking objects off the table in his haste. He shoved his hands against Stan’s chest, knocking him backwards. Patty let out a startled noise as Beverly wrapped a hand around her wrist and tugged her away the incoming fight. 

Frankie whimpered against Richie’s arm and he felt anger rush through him. “Hey, fuckwads.” Richie hissed. Bill and Stan both turned towards him, eyes widen and both breathing heavy. “This isn’t a scummy downtown bar, this is my fucking living room! My children are here! Get control of yourselves or get the fuck out.”

Bill and Stan both managed to look ashamed for a moment before the fury moved back over Bill’s face. “You’re going to stand up for him? After everything he did to you? He’s screwing my girlfriend!”

“I’m not screwing your girlfriend, man.” Stan said, pinching the brim of his nose. “I’m giving financial advice! She came to me, because she wasn’t sure if you could handle being a father or being responsible at all! And given the fact that you’re running drugs around town to make money, I think she has the right idea.”

Stan’s eyes blew wide open. Bill clenched his jaw. Richie closed his eyes.

“What?” Audra, Ben and Patty all asked in unison. 

Outside, Eddie paced along the front walkway, knuckling the tears away from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so upset, so scared. And maybe that was a lie, because he remembered that night in their first New York apartment back in ‘96, with Richie’s non-responsive expressions. And he could certainly remember Richie trying to stumble up those stairs, crying and stammering, and the trip to the hospital that night. 

“I brought you shoes.” Mike said, tossing them forward. Eddie turned around and watched them bounce to the ground in front of him. “In case you’re thinking of making it a run for it. I’m sure you can find a mechanic job in another city.”

Eddie gave him a withering look. “I’m not running away. I might chill out here until Stan and Bev leave and then-”

“And then what? You’ll go back in?” Mike challenged. Eddie looked up to his house and swallowed roughly. “Didn’t think so. Come on, Eddie, what the hell is happening? You easily could have gotta Richie out of that room, we both know it. So, what… what happened?”

“You weren’t there last time.” Eddie said with a croak. “This was… this was much like that. The emptiness… just the way he looked, acted. It was so similar. I cannot do that again, not me and not my girls. I-”

“So, what?” Mike asked with a sharp raise of his brow. “You’re running then? Just taking off? Take a little Eddie vacation, fuck Richie and the girls.”

“No. Fuck you,” Eddie rubbed angrily at his face. “You don’t get it. When he came to you, that was already better. Already a huge improvement! I can’t do that again, Mike.”

“Did Richie stop taking his medication?” Mike asked lightly.

“No.” Eddie said, sounding slightly horrified.

“And he always seems to be improving, right?” Mike continued. “He’s outside of the room. He’s even talking a little bit, right?” Eddie nodded begrudgingly and Mike gave him a small. “Eddie, this isn’t going to be like 1996. He lost his mother, and he’s hurting, but he’s here. He’s not leaving. But he needs you to try. Not to get along with Stanley or with Bev, fuck that. If you don’t forgive them, then you don’t. You don’t ever have to. But if you walk out on Richie now, I’ll have to hit you and I’m twice your size.”

“I’m not walking out on him!” Eddie cried, openly tearing up. “I would never and I could never. This isn’t even about that, really. I’m just… fucking scared. And you know what? All I want is to call Maggie and can’t-” Eddie voice shattered on his final word and bent over at the middle. Mike came over and grapsed both of Eddie’s shoulder, making a hurt sound. “Go inside, Eddie. Your family is hurting, too. Hurt together.” 

Eddie straightened up, wiping at the tears on his cheeks as fast as the tears were coming down. He nodded, gave Mike a watery smile and rushed past him into the house. He stumbled towards the living room, barely hearing the sound of people yelling at one another. It all stopped when he almost fell into the living room. There was a hush over everybody, them all looking towards Eddie framed in the living room doorway. 

Richie lowered baby Marty towards Frankie’s little arms, and stood up on shaky legs. “Eds…”

“You can’t go away.” Eddie said through a shaky voice. “You can’t, because God, Richie, I need you. We need you. You can’t go away again. You- I-” Eddie broke off with a whimper, squeezing his eyes closed. 

Richie let out a rough sob, moving slowly forward and wrapping an arm around Eddie, hand coming up to cup the back of his head. “I’m not going to go. I’m okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

Eddie pressed his face further into Richie’s chest and let himself be held by the love of his life. All the other problems could be fought later.

‘Touch My Body’ Ben Hardy x Rami Malek x Reader

Summary: Ben Hardy x Female Reader x Rami Malek. She is his girlfriend. One time at dinner she gets swirled up in an adventurous rendezvous with both.

Words: 3K

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT and more SMUT, this is a three way kinky fuckery.

Here is it. Enjoy:

You have been the happiest girl on earth. Having a lovely, caring and gentle boyfriend such as Ben, you felt blessed from the heavens. Ben was the biggest gentleman you’ve met, always putting you first, always asking you what you like, where you want to go, doing everything he can to please you.

You’d wait for him to finish filming day on ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, just so you could spend every minute together.

Some nights, he’d be too tired to lift a finger, others, he’d come back full of sexual energy, ready to get some straight on the doorstep. You tried you best to keep it interesting for him. Most times he’d take his sweet time with you, but there were times, when he’d just dominate over you and you’d comply, no questions asked.

You’d even roleplay, it seemed very appealing to you, when he’d come from set, full on Roger Taylor, cocky behaviour, sly smile. And then you’d pretend to be his groupie, a wild fan, at his mercy.

Often, when you’d finish work and you’d know Ben would be on set until late at night, you’d go over there. Everybody knew you after a few weeks of casually hanging around. Especially the boys cast, Joe, Gwilym and Rami, adored you. Talkative, joking, they always used to say “Thank God, Ben brought his girlfriend over, she is the lightest person to talk to, very helping with stress on set”.

Today was one of those days. Straight after work, your first stop was the studios.

“Hello, boys! Busy day today, huh?” You cheer on the entrance of a trailer, where they are all sat around, trying to put it together.

“Y/N!” Ben jumps to you and brings you inside. “Missed you so much today, baby!” he pecks your nose. He lounges on the sofa and situates you in his lap, your feet hanging over Rami’s, and your back to Gwilym. Joe is opposite you in an armchair.

“I wish I could contemplate, but there three dickheads aren’t even close to the real thing!” Rami exclamates, clearly staying in role. You giggle. “Mr. Mercury’s not fucking around today, is he?” you look at the boys faces. They all just shake their heads and sigh.

“I am happy.” Ben bites his lip “I got my baby right here” he squeezes you gently. “There isn’t anything I would want to do, than this, being here with you. All of you lads, you’re a fam already to me.”

“Hmm, you sure ‘bout that, princess?” Ben presses close to your ear, you don’t respond. “I could remember you swearing my name, how good I make you feel, baby.” He nibbles at your ear and neck. You giggle and flutter your legs a little up in Rami’s nose. He lifts a brow to you and you catch his graze, while Ben's face is buried in your neck. “Hmm” you pull gently away, you cup his cheeks “Well that’s something between you and I.” 

“Isn’t that right, Rami?” you give him a sharp look.

“Oh you two! I swear Ben catches a very Roger temper lately, gets down to you to relive his frustrations from the role. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he bites back at you.

“Good one, Malek” you admit and wink at him. Roger pulls in closely for a kiss, his hand rested on your lower back and the other traveling from your knee to your thigh.

“just go to your own trailer!” Joe snaps at you both.

Ben holds you in his arms, as he stands up and carries you to the door “Damn right, I am. Toodles”

At his own trailer, he places you like a piece of fine glass on the bed and hovers over you, his knee parts your legs. You pull him for a wee kiss, which turns into a hot make out session. His knee travels higher up you, and you involuntarily let out a small moan.

“Already, moaning? Haven’t even started with you yet” he cocks his head.

“Ben…” you hand traveled from his neck to his bare chest, gently stroking under his necklace “I love it when you are dressed like that. It does something to me... seeing you in 80s outfit, your chest sweaty and God, the faces you make while banging those drums.” He goes to suck on your jawline and under your chin. “And, fuck baby, when I look at you and the boys in those outfits, I swear you make my knees weak.” You squeak when he sucks on your sweet spot on your collarbone.

“Your smell, baby! It works like a spell on me, every time I inhale you” a sly smile on your lips. His gives you a few more hot kisses, while his hand creeps down to your jeans patting gently at between your legs. In which you whimper quite surprised.

“Shh now, doll” he breaths in your ear “We don’t wanna people hearing you” his hand covers your mouth. You decide to drive him crazy, and start to lick and suck on his palm, which alone makes his breaths hit the back of his throat.

“BEN HARDY!” bang on the door “BEN HARDY” another bang on the door.

He pulls away, jaw clenched. “Yes, I’m in here”

“You are late for your scene, come out NOW”

“Ugh, okay, okay! Jesus!” he grunts and stands up.

“Aw, don’t fuss now Ben, we’ll finish this at home” you wink at him as he walks out, leaving you all hot and bothered.

Later this week, Ben asked you to go to a nice restaurant on Friday night, with him and the boys, everybody would bring a date. Obviously you jumped at the idea, because it meant, a cute dress and heels, some makeup, a hairdo.

On Friday afternoon after work, you hurry to a nice bath. A good pamper, helped you relax your tense muscles. Then you slipped on a glitzy bardot dress. Hair on soft curls to the side, revealing your neck and earrings. Heels high and slim, were clicking on the floor. You took a moment or two to look at yourself in the full size mirror, totally admiring yourself, you didn’t notice Ben standing on the door frame, arms crossed in front, head rested to the side.

“Shit, you scared me Ben! How long, you’ve been creepin’ there?” you frown at him.

“Long enough to get drunk on your beauty. Let’s go, the others are waiting” his arm reaches to you.

At the restaurant you and Ben are sitting opposite Rami and his date, Gwilym and Joe with their dates on each side. Dinner was nice, you were genuinely having fun. A few glasses of Moet and you already felt a bit too funny about everything. Then you felt it, Ben’s hand palming your knee. You pat his a few times to reassure him to continue. As you passionately are debating with Rami on double standards in working conditions, you notice his eyes locked on your lips. From time to time, he gives a subtle lick. Meanwhile Ben’s hand travels up your thigh, massaging it. You pretend you don’t notice. In conversation, Rami slides a few more compliments, “Maybe it’s the wine” you convince your conscious about it. “Ben hasn’t protested about it, he just teases my mercilessly”.

As Ben continues to rub his thumb on the inside of your thigh, you gulp some more whine, feeling your wetness between your legs. Suddenly his thumb is all but pressing against your knickers and you shoot him a sharp look. “What you think you’re doing?” He lifts his other hand and orders some more champagne, “This bottle’s finished, we need a new one” he clears his throat. “Smoot” you whisper to his ear. His thumb, continues to draw circles around your wetness and you can’t help but exhale deeply pretending to stretch.

“You tired Y/N?” Rami cocks his head, from across the table. “Yeah, no, just, a long day” you murmur.

Ben’s movements speed up and you bury your head to his shoulder and whisper to him “Stop it, we’re in public! And fuck! Let’s leave now!” you purr. He chuckles and kisses your temple “Why? You don’t like it?”. “Ugh, please stop it, or finish it!” you whine. “Hmm, let’s see about that...” his head moves in Rami’s direction, your eyes follow and fall on his smirk. You notice his hand has disappeared under the table. Confused you turn to Ben again “What the fuck Ben?”

“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you come. All you have to do is look at Rami all the way down” he instructs you as his fingers tug your underwear to the side and insert a finger. You yelp and curse a little under your breath, slowly dragging your confused graze to Rami’s. He seems so concentrated, his eyes dark and lips pressed. You feel ashamed for a moment and turn to Ben again “Why? Does he know?”. He chuckles “Course he does, look at him, he’s a sucker for you right now”. You sip more champagne, and ben stops his movements and lifts hand to suck his fingers clean. Your face flushed and puzzled.

“The dinner tonight is lovely, isn’t that right?” Ben beams to everybody. Then you notice Rami’s date is long gone, Joe and Gwilym making their way out with their ladies and wave goodbye. It’s just you three left on the table. Ben’s fingers slide in again and he speaks without any hesitation “Your pussy is so lovely tonight, all wet and hot”.

Rami looks very busy now, both his hands are under the table and he seems very concentrated on him. Ben goes to continue his torture on your wet core and you completely freely let a few moans in response. After a few more, the knot in your stomach has build up close to your orgasm. “Ben” you whine. “Yes, baby?”, “I am so fucking close, fuck”. “Did you hear this Rami?”

“Sure did” he grunts across you. He yanks away his finger earning him a deep protest from you. “Now look at his face” Ben’s soft voice calms you from your almost high. Rami seems to be at his high, grunts and his head fall forward a little.

“You are so good Y/N” Rami smirks as he cleans his hands in the handkerchiefs on the table.

“I believe, the three of us should go for a drink at my place” Rami suggests.

“What do you say, love? Ben’s hungry eyes beg yours.

“Screw this, lets fucking go” determined you answer.

 At Rami’s flat, you are moving around a large studio living room, overlooking the city. Soft and seductive music playing in the background. Ben is lounging on a sofa, his eyes following every move of yours. Rami comes behind you and hands you a glass of martini, his hands slide off your shoulders, to your body, feeling every curve.

“This! Over there, is the Shard” He speaks softly in your ear as you look out of the window, casually leaning on the piano next to you. His other hand on your waist, moving your body slowly in the rhythm of the music.

“The far other side, you see the Tate Modern” his lips on your ear move to your shoulder.

Suddenly Ben is standing next to you and takes your glass, placing it on the piano. He slides himself on your other side. Now Rami is on your right and Ben on your left. Ben’s arm wrapped around your waist, while Rami is kissing your shoulder with the softest of kisses.

The music is intoxicating, it makes you move with it, grinding to each side of the boys. Ben gently turns you towards him by your shoulders and gives you a lazy kiss on the lips. Rami’s hands on your waist grinding together, lips on your back.

Hands sliding the dress off your shoulders, you turn to Rami to taste his lips for the first time. After a while your dress is on the floor and the three of you grind slowly to the music. You then step out and confidently leave the boys a few steps ahead, taking sip from your martini. “Ben, kiss him, like you’d kiss me…” you wriggle the cherry in your mouth. Standing in all lacy underwear and high heels.

Rami’s hands cup Ben’s face as he pulls him in for a deep kiss, making you hiss at the show.

“What’s next, girl boss?” Ben lifts a brow eagerly.

“Take each other’s clothes off. But, slowly and in rhythm.” You confidently command enjoying your drink.

Rami’s hands slide off Ben’s blazer and with kisses down his chest, unbuttons his shirt. Ben does the same. You moan at the view and can’t help but move carefully closer. Situating between their bodies, you move to the beat, their hands all over your body.

Pulling away you dominate the situation, “Lead to the bedroom” you cock your head to Rami. “At your command” he takes your hand and leads, you hold Ben’s.

At the bedroom, you lay on the bed and spread yourself on the black satin sheets. The dimmed lights allow the city lights to gleam over your body. “Take off my heels” with low sultry voice you instruct. Each takes each shoe, taking their sweet time to admire your perfect legs.

“Ben, Rami. Tell me what you want to do to me” you smirk at them.

They pop on elbow at each side of you as you stare at the ceiling – huge mirror, overlooking the whole bedroom.

“Will fuck you from behind, while you grind against him” Ben speaks first. You bite your lip.

“But, not before WE please YOU first” Rami blinks seductively.

“Let’s get it on then” you nod, and start to get up, but Ben gently stops you and pushes on to lay on your back. “Let us, baby” Rami confirms.

Ben starts to trace kisses from your jaw, to your collarbone to your breasts. Rami massaging your arms, shoulders and neck, relaxing you further. Ben unhooks your bra and tosses is away, he starts playing with one nipple, while Rami takes on the other. All you are able to do it stare up and enjoy the sight. Before you know it, you’re panting. Rami goes down and lifts your bum up, while Ben slides your knickers off. Ben occupies your thigh and places kisses, licks and sucks, while Rami spreads your legs wide open and gives you a harsh lick collecting your juices from your hot entrance. He lifts his head up and savours, then turns to Ben “Come and taste her” Ben licks his lips clean, all between your legs front of your dripping heat. “Fuck, baby, you taste even better, when all on him” Ben’s voice is deep and low. Rami then leans in and starts sucking your clit keeping a good speed. Ben moves to your head and kneels. He lifts your head places is on his knees, while massaging your breasts and giving you small bites every now and then.

You grasp for air, when Rami inserts a finger inside of you and twirls is experimentally. He is quick to find your sweet spot, and he knows it from the way you squirm every time he touches it. You are a moaning mess, when Bens kisses you upside down, movie style to silence you.

You feel it building up in your stomach and ache your back “Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, please” you beg. Rami inserts a second finger, while his lips suck on your clit.

“Show him baby, show Rami how you do it” Ben’s jaw is clenched.

His words push you over the edge and you let a loud scream and your body shakes. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body exploding.  After a while when you come to your senses, you find Ben and Rami grinding to each other, “Take off your pants” you command “and underwear”

You purr at their hard cocks. “Rami, lay on your back” and he complies. You straddle him, your clit rubbing his erected cock. Ben situates himself behind you. “May I now, baby?” Ben asks, “Granted Ben!” you announce as he slides his length all the way in you. He grunts “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock, baby, such a good girl” he leans to your neck. Rami’s eyes close as your pussy rubs his cock to his stomach with each movement of Ben. Your hands stretched to support yourself on Rami’s chest. He is grunting, panting, silently cursing. Ben whispers in your ear, what slutty little baby doll you are for him as he hits you from behind you moan. Soon you feel Rami’s cock twitching under your throbbing clit and you know he is close.

“Come Rami, I want to see your cum on my chest” you encourage and he doesn’t last any longer, and shoots straight on your bouncing breasts “Fuck Y/N, you’re so good” he praises you and you smirk.

Same time, Ben’s movements get sloppy and you know he’s close. “Baby, fuck, I’m so close, can I…”

“No! Hold it” you slide off him. “I want to watch you cum on Rami, your lips tremble. He complies. You give his length a few strokes and he shoots his load all over Rami, even got some on his mouth. Sweaty and flushed he rolls beside Rami and both pant for a while. Rami licks his lips and moans by Ben’s taste.

“This is fucking awesome” Ben admits after all you calm down.

“Told ya” Rami’s smirking.

“I’m going for a shower, who’s joining me?” Your sultry voice suggests, as you give them a blink and walk away.

SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Interview with SUZY ULTMAN

Growing up doodling, cutting out Peanuts comic strips, and sifting through the fabric from her mom’s sewing room, it is no wonder that artist, illustrator, and designer Suzy Ultman creates super fun, creative, and adorable drawings and patterns. We’re excited to find out more about Suzy and her work–from how one class changed her trajectory to some great tips on those looking to follow in her footsteps! 

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

Who are you and what do you do?

Hi! My name is Suzy Ultman -- I'm an artist/illustrator/crafty girl, working, living, and playing in the Midwest. So far in my life, I’ve lived East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, and on 3 continents. My broad travels, love of nature, and soft spot for musicals have influenced my colorful, optimistic style.

How did you first get into drawing and doodling?

I’ve been doodling since I can remember. At about age 10, I started cutting out the Peanuts comic strips from the Sunday newspaper, and taping them into my scrapbook. Then, I’d spend hours upon hours drawing Snoopy. I also loved making doodles of food packages, making collages of magazine bits, creating my own bubbly typefaces, and writing & illustrating little stories & poems.

When did that lead you to creating your own illustrations and works ?

In high school, I discovered a talent for visual problem solving in a senior graphic design class. This led to undergrad and graduate work in graphic design, and a career in the field. Then, about 10 years ago, a close friend encouraged me to join a studio class taught by an agent, Lilla Rogers. I had just moved to Boston and was in temporary housing with 2 small kiddos. I found a sitter and committed to the course. At the end of the 8-week class, Lilla encouraged me to draw, draw, draw. I threw myself into creating my illustration portfolio. I’ve been drawing for a living ever since.

When you’re working on something new, either if it’s a pattern or a pin, what is that process like?

I approach every project the same: (1) Work as a team with the client (2) Find the story in the project (3) Have fun & play (4) Present a clear concept with a Suzy “wink”.

You create some really cute and fun patterns, what’s your interest or relationship with textiles? Have you always had an interest in making your own art into wear?

Growing-up, I loved spending time in my mom’s sewing room, looking through her piles of fabric, and hunting through her notions drawer for buttons. I’d collect bits of treasure, and make dolls & objects from whatever I could get my scrappy hands on.

With my fabric collections, I get to design textiles that will become a palette for making. It’s fun to imagine the endless possibilities that will be created from the fabric.

What’s one of your favorite creations you’ve made and why?

“Mr. Sun & Friends” wooden character set is one of my favorite creations. My client, PSikhouvanjou, urged me to follow my imagination. With that freedom, the characters came to life very organically — that’s always a pleasure! Also, I love telling a story through product design, and thinking about the ways the audience will relate to the object. By designing “Mr. Sun” to be attractive to children & whimsical adults, we created a toy for both play & display. It’s been wonderful to see how people have adopted these friends into their homes. For me, creating a product that brings joy, connects the family, and has a long shelf life in the home is a great feeling.

Do you keep a sketchbook or work your ideas as you go along? What type of things keep you inspired or are inspired by?

I have a sketchbook of drawings & doodles, and lots of little lists.

My studio wall is tacked full of inspiration which I’m constantly revisiting as I rotate through my collections. It’s an eclectic assortment of vintage, Dutch, Scandinavian, and Japanese ephemera, clippings, and fabric. I’m attracted to the clean beauty of Scandinavian design, and the rich storytelling of traditional folk art. I also love the textures and colors used in 1950s/60s cartoon background art.

My collections, along with spending time in nature, my family & friends, and traveling inspire my visual aesthetic.

What are your main art tools? Is there a medium you’re wanting to try but haven’t had the chance too yet?

I’m happiest with a fine pen, a wavy brush pen, markers, and watercolors. I’d love to get my hands on pottery in the near future!

Who are some artists that you’re inspired by and have influenced you throughout the years?

Mary Blair, Charles Shultz, Ed Emberley, Dick Bruna, Fiep Westendorp, Jim Henson, Seymour Chwast, Ben Shahn, Alexander Girard, Jonathan Adler, Yoshitomo Nara

Who are some artists you’d love to see us interview?

Carolyn Suzuki, Seonna Hong, Kelly Thorn

When you’re not working in the studio, what are you doing? What do you enjoy?

When the weather is nice, I have my coffee outside every morning, and watch the birds. On the weekends, you’ll find me whipping up a batch of hummus (extra garlic, please) or searching for the perfect brownie recipe. I enjoy building a fort with my boys, and taking them for a walk in the woods. I love the local book shops, vintage clothing stores, and antique malls. I meditate — often.

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? What career path would you have chosen?

I’d like to help people in vulnerable situations, possibly hospice care or an art therapist for children.

What would you tell someone who wants to follow in your footsteps?

Be yourself.

Make plans, but know that some of the best things that happen are completely unplanned.

Don’t take rejection personally. There are a lot of things behind the scenes that are out of your control. Just keep on keeping on.

Don’t be afraid to ask questions.

Create a community/support network.

What are your FAVORITE Vans? 

Slip-ons for easy action.

Finally, can you tell us about any exciting things you’ve got coming up?

I can’t talk to you about any upcoming projects, but we are taking our annual family vacation to Canada very soon. I LOVE a roadtrip, so there will be plenty of snacks and books on CD. Yes, CDs — that’s how we roll!

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I just want to mention that y’all are some amazing people and that every single one of you is important and that’s something none of you should ever forget. ❤️ I also want to ask that all of you say what you love the most about each other everyday because it’s always nice to hear things like that and you never know when someone needs to hear it.

Thank you so much, chickie~ It’s so lovely of you to say something like that. I would LOVE to make a list like this, about my wonderful boys, so that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m sure most people will agree with me on this stuff, so it’s okay if I do it all, haha~

His fashion sense is so weird and eclectic, but it’s bright and colorful and playful and we love it (even those of us who pretend not to).

He’s super super smart, even though you might not think so. He might even be the smartest out of all of us, naturally, he just doesn’t put the work in, haha.

HIS HAIR! Richie’s hair is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, period. No one would ever disagree with me. It’s like his best feature.

He’s so tall you feel a cross between ‘awww, my lanky giraffe baby’, and ‘holy shit he’s tall and I’m wet’.

He’s all skinny and you can wrap your arms right around him like four times.

His glasses are fricken ADORABLE.

And he’s so blind with them off and that’s cute, too.

He’s SUPER TALENTED. Like, he can do voices and impressions and he’s a brilliant actor, he can dance, he can sing, he can play instruments, and he’s just great at making people LAUGH, and isn’t that one of the best talents of all?

He has super cute freckles basically EVERYWHERE. He’s like a sky full of stars all on his own.

He’s beautiful, and he makes jokes about his appearance, because I don’t think he even realizes how gorgeous he is, and that humility is beautiful, too.

Did you mean, ‘my future husband and the most beautiful man in the universe, inside and out, Ben Hanscom’?

He’s the literal definition of a gentleman.

He’s ADORABLE with a capital A. Like, everything makes him shy, he can’t talk about sex out loud, he’s just the sweetest guy in the world, and every time you see him you’re compelled to like…squish his beautiful face.

ATHLETIC. Like, so athletic my ovaries are crying.

But he’s super smart, too, like…what?

When he talks about books his face just lights up and I wanna cry and protect him forever.

Not that you would need to, because he’s brave and strong, too.

He’s just so calm and laid back, he’s really lovely to be around all the time. Literally nothing about him could ever make you mad or upset or stressed out.

Caring and respectful.

I don’t think I’ve ever even heard him curse out loud before, in my entire life.

THE literal sunshine

The happiest, kindest, loveliest man you will ever meet.

He loves animals so much and he talks about them literally every day. Like, catch Mike over breakfast talking about how much he loves elephants and how if he met an elephant in real life he’d cry.

TALL, DARK, AND HANDSOME??? YES.

Can always cheer you up, no matter what. Someone just mugged you and stabbed you in the chest? Hey, don’t worry about it, Mike Hanlon is here, and pretty soon he’ll have you convinced that being stabbed was a positive experience in your life, that made you a stronger person. And in the meantime, he’ll patch you up, make you some hot cocoa, and tuck you into bed with a kiss on the forehead. Then he’ll watch over you while you sleep so that nothing bad ever happens to you again.

SO. STRONG. He could probably carry all six of us at once.

The voice of an ANGEL.

Literally knows everything. Like, you wanna know a random fact you think nobody will know the answer to? Ask Mike.

An adorable nerd.

The best cook in the world. Like, move over Gordon Ramsay. Mike will make you the best meal you have ever had, AND he will never shout or curse at you while he’s making it. He’ll probably just give you compliments and sing your favorite songs.

Fearless Leader. And I mean, literally FEARLESS. Bill isn’t scared of ANYTHING.

But somehow, he’s also the cutest, most softly-spoken human being on the planet. He’s the literal dictionary definition of SOFT. Look up the word ‘soft’, and there’s a picture of Bill Denbrough.

And he probably drew that picture himself, because he’s such an amazing artist, and I mean drawing, painting AND writing!

Cares about his friends and family more than anything in the world. We know he would die for any of us without a second thought (not that we would want him to or let that happen, obviously).

HIS STUTTER IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER.

Stunning. Beautiful. Handsome. Pretty. Gorgeous. He’s just really good-looking, okay?

TALKS TO INANIMATE OBJECTS LIKE THEY’RE PEOPLE. Like his bike, his car, his laptop…

Eyes that are so piercing and blue that if you look into them you’ll die, but it will be totally worth it.

Bill has the nicest, most pleasant voice you have ever heard in your life. You could listen to him read the obituaries and you’d still be super relaxed and also like ‘awwwww’.

SO. CLUMSY. AND. WE. LOVE. IT

A little angry baby.

So tiny you just wanna pick him up and carry him around in your pocket and feed him little teaspoons of sugar water.

But on the flip, FEISTY AS SHIT. Like he could probably beat the crap out of literally anyone, but he’s so pretty that you wouldn’t even care if he beat your ass into the ground.

SO. PRETTY.

His eyes are so huge and brown and sparkly and he has the longest, thickest lashes I have ever seen like…girl, tell me your secrets.

Gets embarrassed about stuff super easy and it’s actually adorable. Even though everything about Eddie is adorable. Period.

Seems kinda dense about some stuff, especially like grown-up things like taxes and laundry and sex cooking, but is also super into science and knows all of this insane terminology and like how micro-organisms work and stuff. He’s a SMART. BOY.

Boxing AND cheerleading. Like he’s so strong and aggressive and he could probably bench-press any of us, but his favorite color is baby pink, and he loves dancing to pop, and his favorite singer is Ariana Grande. He’s the epitome of FEMININE POWER.

Tiny little freckles in certain places, like his cheeks, that stand out if he has been in the sun or if he’s blushing. Like, could he BE any cuter?

Can literally fall asleep ANYWHERE. on anyONE.

The most beautiful being to ever walk the face of the Earth. He’s not even a human being. Like no one is that good-looking.

Super intelligent. Like…give him any math problem and he’ll work it out in his head in literally a couple of seconds.

JUST LOVES BIRDS SO MUCH. Like he’s such a bitch how is he also so soft???

QUEEN BITCH. MASTER OF SASS AND SARCASM. But we love him that way.

FRICKEN. BEAUTIFUL.

Actually really sweet. Like, you never feel like you couldn’t rely on him. His exterior bitchiness only goes so deep. It actually really doesn’t go very deep at all.

LEGS FOR DAYS.

Really takes care of us, in ways we don’t always even notice. Like, takes care of all of our taxes/finances/bills/utilities/budget etc etc and does most of the cleaning/organizing. Leaves sticky notes everywhere with reminders for us, makes all of our lists, helps us with our studying and homework. If he left, we would literally fall apart, and he never even mentions that he does that stuff.

I know I haven’t really mentioned anything like this yet because I was trying to leave it out, but…SEX GURU? You want advice? Go to Stan.

DID I MENTION BEAUTIFUL???

- Bev xx