#Could be the reason why or at least knew how

[mushyposts]

OKAY I HAVE A STORY TO TELL.

MY BEST FRIEND FUCKING HATES THIS HANSTER. Or more specifically, she hates ME and this hamster happens to be in the crossfire.

I sent this to her for the first time at LEAST three years ago. I don’t even remember the original context, I was having a phase of sending unrelated images as reaction photos and that last one in the thread got me so bad. I spammed her saying it was important, and then sent the hamster. She got so mad at it that I made it a point to send it whenever I could just because I couldn’t understand WHY she had such a deep hatred for this lil guy who’s just cheeked up!!

Her hatred for this image has led to her having to go on actual, honest to god walks because I’d just send it for NO reason. It’s a sticker on my iPhone, it’s saved to my phone and my laptop in a special folder for easy access, I have it open on a tab at all times. I am always ready, and the rage this mad her feel was unmatched.

Now. Important thing about me. I am VERY good at the long-con. Sort of ridiculously good, actually. I have “hamstered” her three times since the time I got temporarily blocked for it. It’s important to also note that aside from me sending it nonsensically, she has 0 reason to be so knee-jerk aggressive around the hamster. Anyway. Onto the three times I’ve hamstered her in the most BRILLIANT ways.

1- I did not use the hamster for over a year. I had moments I could have, but I didn’t. She even pointed this out!! Saying “I expected hamster ass.” But I did not rise to the bait, for I knew if I waited, the result would be oh so sweet.

I travelled HOURS to meet her, I took a plane, I used a train for the first time, I LABOURED!! And finally the moment was upon us. We met for the first time in person, we hugged, we exchanged thoughtful gifts, we went back to her house so I could force her to watch the hunger games, and then my time to strike came. I said “oh I have an edit to show you!” And I brought up an edit I had made using a capcut template, the “say yes to heaven, say yes to me. I’ve got my eye on you.” And then at the “you”, hamster ass flew across the screen.

The betrayal. The rage. The horror. It was cinematic. It was BEAUTIFUL. It was beyond anything I had ever seen before in my life. I played the long con, and it paid off. “In my own house?? Under my roof??” Yes, Soap. In your home. Under your roof. My hubris is unmatched and you consistently let it go unchecked. This is a saw trap you designed, enjoy the hamster.

2- I had just gotten back into contact with a mutual friend of ours who I hadn’t spoken to in years! It had been around eight months since the amazing first-meet-hamster-ass, and I once again hadn’t used it since then. I saw my opportunity, and I took it.

I sent a photo of the hamster ass to our friend and asked him to use it when he felt the time was right, and I wish I could have seen it when the time was right. Out on the beach, I think, and he goes “hey, look at this!” And shows her the hamster ass. The confusion, the betrayal, the shock. I would give my afterlife to be a fly on a rock observing that interaction. The rage in the message she sent me was beautiful.

At some point it becomes something she brings unto herself. I don’t gain anything from the hamster but her reaction, and yet even though she fully understands this, her rage for the hamster out matches her understanding that if she stopped reacting, I’d stop hamstering.

3- now. This one took prep, and I can’t take all the credit. I got my friends sibling in on this one and we planned it for MANY weeks before. I sent a document with ten hamster asses on it, and they cut each one out, numbering them 1-10, with little witty remarks on the back of them to keep things interesting.

I distracted my friend with our homestuck re-read, such perfect planning, and her sibling hid the hamster asses around their home. Coming to the end of the call while we discussed how wild everything was, and how we always forget the crazy little details, sibling walks in.

“I got some chocolate!” “Oh! Thank you-“ the pause. The silence. THE ERUPTION OF CHAOS AND RAGE. “THERE IS SOMETHING SICK AND WRONG WITH YOU!!” The HORROR!! Shakespeare could only ever HOPE to get to the level of drama and chaos exhibited in that discord call.

Nothing, however, could match when I went, “enjoy the hamsters!” And she goes “… hamsters? Plural?” And realises that yes, indeed, the hamsters are numbered. One to ten. She had number one handed to her, and yet nine more await her, hidden in her own home.

Has she found them all, you ask?? No. No she has not. How do I know for a fact that she hasn’t? Because if she had found number 10, I would know within on second of her realising, because the shock and horror when she finds it will be completely unmatched to any horror film identity reveal. No plot twist will ever compare to how she will react to number ten.

Anyway, that’s the very brief story of cheeked up hamster. I could add some screenshots of her reactions to being hamstered but it’s also late at night and I can’t be bothered. Just wanted to share with the world that sometimes the most fun pranks are the completely harmless ones.

Breaking your friends shit is out, sending them a cheeked up hamster is in.

[thechaoticcherub]

A Problem (pt 1?)

Pairing: Dad!Joel x reader (and actually some Joel x Tess)

Summary: You are essentially a terror who's obsessed with your dad and HATES that Joel might fuck other people

Warnings: NSFW 18+, INCEST, DDDNE, age gap, reader is 18, sex, p in v, voyeurism, lying, feelings, not proof read or beta-ed oops, reader is a fucking terror and maybe a bad person idk, no actual sex between reader and joel(YET)

Notes: welll i'm dipping my toes back into writing more with some dad!joel i'm guessing i'll write a part two for this but tell me what you think.

You had a problem. It was a deep seated problem that wormed around in your subconscious, buried so far below the surface that half the time you couldn’t tell if it was real. It festered and burrowed in the back of your mind, wriggling in all those tight, uncomfortable places. It was your Dad. Joel Miller to the government. Mr. Miller to the kids on your street. Joel to Uncle Tommy. Daddy to you. You had never stopped calling him Daddy as you grew up and there was a part of you that began to wonder about that when you curiously started to google ‘daddy/daughter kissing’, watching your first clips of fake father and daughters…usually mitigated with the word ‘step’ in front of the words. 

Sometimes you wondered if Joel knew because you had never had a boyfriend, never talked about crushes like your friends did. But he was happy that you weren’t interested in boys, it made things easier for him. You never accused him of sexism because he had to scare away boys with threats of violence, because boys simply never happened. You barely spent time with girlfriends, squashing Joel’s considerations that maybe you were a lesbian. You wanted to spend most of your time with him. So you spent your teenage years close with your father. But your problem was growing all the time, gnawing on something inside of you, as if eating away at the wall you had put up to protect yourself from your problem. 

You had never even really been attracted to boys at school, or movie stars, or boy bands. No. The only person who had done anything to make your heart skip or your legs to quake was your dad. Ever since you were young. Back when he went on dates you would throw tantrums and be such a terror for the babysitter that he’d have to come home early. But you knew he had found ways around you to satiate his needs. You had seen the condoms in his bedside table drawers when you snooped in his room.  You had smelled lingering perfume on his pillow when you would lie down next to him in bed and request he read a chapter of your book to you. It infuriated you but you could never explain why, at least not to him and not really to yourself. 

You had thought for a while that he had stopped sleeping around, while you were in high school you never found condoms when you snooped, you never caught him with lipstick on his t-shirt but then only a week after your graduation party, curiosity had gotten the best of you so you stole his phone and read through his texts and got a rude wake up call. Messages to and from a woman named Tess. All similar and straight to the point:

 When can you come over?

Pick up condoms on your way.

My kids at a friends tonight, I’m off work now. 

I’m horny. Need you. 

Can’t tonight, watchin’ movies with my little girl. Tomorrow though, been thinking of that pussy. 

 Any normal girl would be gagging at the thought of her father in a sexual relationship. Not you. No. You were furious. How dare this woman feel entitled to any part of your daddy! You hated every time your name came up in the texts. Whether it was as a reason why  he couldn’t go fuck this Tess person or saying that you were gone so he could have her over. Jealousy burned through you. He wasn’t supposed to do this. You thought he was past that and you wouldn’t have to worry about someone getting him in the way you wanted. The thought slipped out in your anger. You had never let yourself really think about that but that was exactly what it was. You hated Tess for getting Joel in a way that you weren’t. 

You decided you would ruin their fun. Just like you ruined all those dates when you were younger. You were not going to allow this. That was how you ended up coming home “early” from a friends house the next night.  That’s how you ended up sneaking upstairs, not wanting to ruin their fun right away. You stood outside his bedroom door, listening for a moment. Voices. The slap of skin on skin. A high pitched, excited gasps. Then a deep rumble of a moan from your father.   You could practically imagine it. You had been unconsciously imagining your dad in those situations for as long as you had understood what that was. You knew that now and you were finally starting to admit it to yourself. Maybe he had his hands on her hips and was taking her from behind, maybe she was on top of him and his chest was slick with sweat. Maybe the hair on his tummy was wet with it. You let your imagination work out the scenario, but the faceless woman he fucked in your mind always turned into you. You swallowed, this was the first time you let these images swim to the forefront of your mind. That wall you had put up between you and the wrongness of your desire had been torn to shreds now. 

You knew you needed to make your entrance soon otherwise the plan would be ruined so you gave yourself a moment to collect yourself and then you shoved the door open as if you were just coming into the house and looking for your dad to announce your presence. 

“Dad, I decided to come-“ You cut yourself off from your fake entrance speech as you stared at the scene in front of you. Everything must have only lasted a couple seconds but it felt like everything hung in that moment for so long. Joel was on top of this woman, both completely naked, the blankets you wrapped yourself in most nights were shoved down around the base of the bed. He was between her legs, pumping himself in and out of her, her legs were wrapped around him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. You could see sheen of sweat over his back, the tightness of his thighs and ass as he pressed himself into her. You barely had a chance to register your father’s cock, buried to the hilt in this other woman when he jumped so bad and yanked the blankets back up around them. 

“What the FUCK!?” You shouted, it sounded completely believable because it was still how you felt, regardless of whether or not you knew what you were walking into. You hated this woman for what she was doing to your daddy. You were furious at your daddy for doing this in the bed you cuddled him in. 

“Jesus Christ, pumpkin, I thought-“ He started to talk as he wrapped the blankets around his waist. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!” You screeched, turning away from the bed. “How could you DO this!?” You shouted as you rushed out the door of the bedroom. 

“Wait-honey! Wait a second!” Joel let out an exasperated sigh and you heard Tess groan in frustration. You had to bite back a smile as you went to the stairs to run away. 

“Doesn’t she knock?”You heard Tess say and it infuriated you enough to wipe the smirk off your face. There was movement from upstairs and you started to put your shoes on, giving them time to get downstairs before you actually ran out the door. You feigned franticness as you heard steps on the stairs and Dad rushed down, followed by a very sheepish looking Tess who was working on putting her purse over her shoulder. 

You got your shoes shoved on and you started towards the front door, “No, please dont let me interrupt you!” You shouted sarcastically. 

“Honey, calm down!” Joel said, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you from marching out the front door. Tess fumbled down the hallway, 

“I’m just going to go, see you, Joel.” She said to him, lifting her hand to him. The insinuation that she would be back and the way she knew her way around the house so easily sent you into another flurry of rage, 

“No you WON’T see him! Get out, fucking whore!” You shouted, sounding more and more like a child by the second. Joel’s hand tightened on your upper arm and he pulled you around to face him but you struggled, trying to rip out of his grip. When you couldn’t get out of his grip you started trying to hit him, around his shoulders, around his chest. 

“Hey! Quit it, kid!” You didn’t listen, you continued to try to pummel your father with your fists, even though one of your arms was trapped in his grip. You felt a sob rising in your chest. You had planned this whole thing but you hadn’t planned for how upset seeing it would make you. You wanted him more than anything else and seeing him give it to someone else made you sick. The sob escaped before you could hold it back, you feebly smacked at him again and he grabbed your other upper arm in his grip, now holding you by bother your arms and gave you a little shake, “What has gotten into you, honey?” he asked, sounding more worried than angry now. 

Your watery eyes met his brown ones, you didn’t know what to tell him. You were scared it was all going to tumble out of you without your permission if you opened your mouth without a plan. 

“You…why…” Your jaw jutted out. “You aren’t supposed to do that!” You said. Joel snorted, 

“How the fuck do you think you got here?” He asked and it made you even angrier.  You glowered at him,

“You aren’t supposed to do it anymore.” You clarified. It was Joel’s turn to look  little angry, he let go of you and took a  few awkward steps back. He had managed to get his jeans and a white t-shirt obut in the frenzy of getting dressed, his pants were still undone and it was obvious he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

 “I know it probably grosses you out to think of your old man…doing that…” He sounded uncomfortable, and God, if only he knew how little it grossed you out.  “Let alone…seein’ it the way you did, I’m sorry about that.” He avoided eye contact with you. 

Your cheeks heated up, your heart hammered in your chest and you found yourself longing to touch him. You watched as he uneasily reached down to do up his pants and your eyes lingered on the bit of pubic hair you could see until it was covered by his jeans. Your eyes flicked up to his and you watched something cross over his face. Had he noticed you look? Joel shifted where he stood. “But even I got needs, kiddo and…I know you don’t want to have this conversation-“ It was funny because you had orchestrated this very conversation. Forced it into being and here he was, thinking you were uncomfortable with it. You stared at him, your eyes on his, your tongue poked out and ran along your bottom lip as you watched him. “But what you saw was perfectly normal and uhh…I mean someday you’re goin to want to…with boys…like-“ he cleared his throat, “When you go to college.” You could tell how much he hated the idea of you having those feelings and you wished so badly that he understood that the only person you had ever wanted, ever needed like that was him. 

“No.” You said quietly, taking a step towards him, “No, Daddy. I’ll never want that from boys in college.” You were very clear about your wording.  

“Honey, we don’t gotta pretend you ain’t a maturing young woman-“ You watched his eyes flick down, you could have sworn they lingered momentarily on your breasts. Maybe that was just your hope. 

“Daddy,” you took another step towards him, looking up at him. “I hate that you were doin’ that with Tess.” You said, your lower lip stuck out in a pout. “I don’t want you to do that anymore,” You told him. Joel raised his eyebrows and leaned down towards you,

“Well, I’m sorry, sweetheart but you don’t get to make rules for your dad-wait, how did you know her name is Tess?” He asked. 

Note: Want a part two??????

[mahmahmahmysharona]

When Bob realizes he's in love with you, and it sucks even more.

(Bob Reynolds x Avenger Reader) Part 3/?

Part 1 // Part 2

It took you a while before you figured out your true feelings for Bob. Unfortunately for him, he knew from the beginning.

Seriously. From the moment he laid eyes on you in that death trap where you all almost suffered a violent, fiery end, he was gone.

And, let's be honest, terrified.

You were beautiful, formidable, and watched him with this calculating stare that looked like a scowl if he caught it at the right moment. And he understood why. You were keeping your guard up until you were sure who he was and whether you could trust him.

Whatever this feeling brewing was, he knew it was unusual. He knew it was precious. And he knew it was dangerous. How did he know? Well, it was the only thing that hadn't made him feel like utter shit in years.

And, despite everything, he knew that things like happiness and hope were only tools that The Void could use against him. And maybe Void was right — he didn't deserve anything. At least, not anything good.

And you were good. You had a laugh that danced across the room, a sharp wit, and a bravery that he could only dare to dream about possessing one day. He watched you for months, carefully. And then you started talking to him.

It freaked him out. He didn't want it. He didn't want to get closer to you, because he didn't trust himself to handle it right. He couldn't handle anything right. So he withdrew into himself, trying not to give you any reason to want to talk to him more.

But damn it, you kept trying. And then, that one day, he had to give you a reason. He said he was scared. Of you. Which is only half true, because he knew all you really wanted to do was help people. And you quickly proved yourself by helping him, shaking hands and cementing a friendship.

And suddenly, his new family became something more. The others cared about him, looked after him, helped him learn how to live again. But you soon became the thing he lived for. He looked for you every time he walked into a room. He listened to your radio updates on the comms, and he stayed up on nights when you were out on missions. He never said anything to you when you returned — he just wanted to hear the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut, signalling that you were back. (And alive, more importantly.)

You snuck him out to the movies that one time, and he hated it. He couldn't stop thinking of it as a date, which it definitely wasn't, but it gave him this horrific feeling of not knowing how to act. He looked around the room to see if he could get cues on what other couples were doing around them. But then you'd squeezed his arm, and he didn't feel so stressed. (Actually, maybe he didn't hate it at all.)

The nightmares and tiptoeing around his own emotions eased up around you. There was an ease he hadn't felt in...well, ever. And when those old horrors did bubble up, you were always there. Soon, he couldn't imagine how it could have ever been any different.

So yeah, he loved you quickly. But he didn't even know that's what it was until one night, when you'd fallen asleep on the couch. He knew you hated sleeping like that — it made your neck stiff — so he nudged you awake.

You woke up, looked towards him, and smiled. Your eyes were still lidded with sleep, you brushed your hair from your face, and you said, voice throaty, "Hmm. Hey, Bob."

And, honestly, that was it. Nothing profound or anything. He just watched you wake up, like he'd done before. But that was it. He was yours.

Or at least, he would have been. The next day, he walked you to the jet and took your hand in his, because for the first time, he was worried that there was a slight chance you wouldn't come back. You were more than capable, he knew that. But bad things happened to people he cared about — he didn't dare think about what could happen to someone he loved.

But he didn't need to think about it. His nightmares did that for him. That night, his spinning mind was quickly invaded by him. And he brought out the big guns: visions of you, bruised, beaten, brutal fantasies that dripped in blood.

And, for good measure, he even made sure Bob remembered what he'd already done to you during his brief life as Sentry, when he's easily toppled each Thunderbolt, including you, grabbing you by the throat and throwing you away like you were made of nothing.

He woke up yelling, covered in sweat and the sheets torn beneath his hands. There was no way he was sleeping after that. He waited until the sun rose and he heard the first clangs of life in the kitchen. The others were up, but you weren't. You weren't sleeping — you were hiding out in your room, consumed by your new revelation.

You didn't want to lose Bob. Let's face it, you needed him. Just because he told you to be careful, that doesn't mean he loved you too. So then what? You profess your new feelings to someone who's emotionally delicate, they freak out, and the most important connection in your life is gone, just like that?

You decided you would go find him. You could both read each other easily, and if you could just look at his face, you'd know if you were crazy or if there was something there.

Bob, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, listening to Bucky recap the night's antics, but not really listening at all. He was waiting for you to walk through the door, to see your face. If he could see your face, he would know what to do.

Then, you walked into the room. You were tired, wired, and weren't feeling like yourself at all. You looked at Bob. He looked at you. For a second, you thought he was going to cross the room and come to you. If he'd done that, you would have thrown yourself at him, asking him what it all means. But he didn't. He looked at you, then looked away. He ignored you completely, walking towards his spot at the window, and picking up his book.

You must be crazy.

Bob sat in his chair, the book trembling between his hands. He could have torn it in two right then if he wanted to. You'd stood there, so beautiful and brilliant, and he loved you. He loved you, and he couldn't. He wouldn’t let himself. He’d lost his family, his future, his sanity, and himself. He’d just about managed to forgive himself for all that, but this would be the end of him if it ended badly.

He's crazy for even thinking he deserved any part of you.

Next: When you and Bob tried to stay away from each other and failed miserably.

[scarletmika]

Sunflower : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Mitchell!Reader

Summary: Bob Floyd was head over heels for you from the moment you met. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. But Hangman knew just how to get under people's skin, too well sometimes, and sometimes frustration hits a boiling point when the people you don't want to hurt are standing in the way.

Warnings: fluff, some angst, established relationship, language, Hangman acting like an ass, female reader

Word Count: 3,771 words

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Pete “Maverick” Mitchell always had one rule for his daughter: no dating any Military men, or ladies, until he was dead. You’d always found the rule dumb, but your dad was firm on it. He knew what those men were like, he used to be one of them himself, part of the reason he ended up with a daughter of his own. Though he’d spend your entire life reminding you that you were the greatest gift the world had ever given him, and that’s why he was so protective with his different rules as you grew up.

You adhered to them for a long time…until Bob Floyd came along.

Maverick had just been called back to Top Gun for the first time in years, and while he was excited and terrified to come back, he was excited at the prospect of seeing you. You’d chosen to attend the University of California at San Diego, and loved the city so much you’d settled in it after graduation and never left. Living in a city, surrounded by Military men at every corner, and through the years you’d obeyed your father’s rule and steered clear of them all.

You could remember the first time you met Bob as if it had been yesterday. A text from Bradley Bradshaw, a man you’d grown up to see as practically your blood brother, telling you to meet him down at the Hard Deck. That was news to you, that he was even back in the States in the first place, but you also knew it meant he was most likely here on a mission.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Bradley had whooped out the second he’d finished his song on the piano, the rest of the bar going back to their own conversations as the jukebox was plugged back in. He’d practically jumped off the piano bench, rushing forward to bring you into a hug, lifting you up with a spin as you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Would you believe me if I told you you’re my favorite part of coming back to the States?”

“Absolutely not one bit, Brad-”

“Hate to interrupt…but who’s she, Rooster?”

You pulled back from your brother, shooting a friendly smile toward what you could tell by their uniforms were other Navy fighter pilots gathered around the piano, watching you both curiously. Bradley threw an arm over your shoulders, giving it a squeeze.

“This right here is my infamous Sunflower-”

“You eat ONE of those as a child and get a stupid nickname-”

“I’ve told you guys about her before, practically my little sister,” he pointed off at the rest of his friends, listing them off. “That’s Mickey, otherwise known as Fanboy and Reuben, also known as Payback. That right there is Phoenix, but when I talk about her with you I just call her Natasha. We’ve got Jake, more well-known as Bag- sorry, I mean Hangman. And that’s Bob.”

You raised an eyebrow, gaze fixed on Bob questioningly as you realized Bradley wasn’t continuing his introductions.

“Just Bob?”

The man in question seemed to get flustered a bit, trying to speak and not seemingly able to find the words as his cheeks flushed.

“Uh, well, you know-”

“We just use Bob as his callsign too,” it was Hangman that spoke up, clapping a hand on Bob’s shoulder that seemed like it was in mock support. “Baby-On-Board seemed pretty spot-on to call him.”

Your face dropped, already understanding why your best friend seemed to bristle at the entire existence of Jake Seresin. You crossed your arms, shooting the man a pointed look.

“At least babies are cute. They also probably don’t leave their wingmen out to dry, if your own callsign is anything to go off of,”

The howling laughter of the entire group brought a smile to your face, including the look on Hangman’s face that clearly showed he’d been knocked down a peg by your words alone. You took the lapse in conversation to lock eyes with Bob again, sending him a smile and a sly wink.

He wouldn’t admit it, but Bob was head over heels for you from then on.

The team didn’t think they’d be seeing you around that often after that night, until they learned you were Maverick’s daughter. You might not have been on base with them all day, every day, but every second they weren’t on base you were with them all, ingrained with them like one of the family.

Nights at the Hard Deck, beach days learning to work together as a team in preparation for a mission, or the few days some of them managed to get off early enough to swing by and say hello to you at work. You spent all of your time with them, and those Navy fighter pilots had quickly become your best friends.

Many of them, mainly Fanboy and Hangman, had tried to get your number multiple times, to no avail. They were either stopped by Rooster’s protective gaze on you, your own father’s murderous look he’d shoot them, or a simple and polite no from you every single time. Natasha was the only one who got your number.

Bob didn’t think he stood a chance either, having overheard Rooster talking about how your father had a rule for you about dating Military men as it was, so he never tried. That’s why it surprised him so much when you’d walked up behind him at the Hard Deck one night, plucking his phone straight from his hands when no one was looking and typing in your phone number without another word.

Phoenix was the one who noticed more than others, given that Bob was her WSO. How every single time they weren’t up in the air training for the uranium mission, or being lectured back on the ground, he was buried in his phone with a smile and a blush on his cheeks. Or the way he disappeared from the base the second he was allowed to, or how you both seemed to always be around one another now wherever you all were hanging out at.

The bird strike was the first time you’d accepted that maybe you were on the verge of breaking your father’s single rule he had for you your entire life.

Maverick knew how close you’d become with the entire team, and called you the second he could to inform you of the accident. You were already in your car and on your way to the base before your father had told you he’d gotten special permission from Cyclone to let you on base.

You’d practically flew into Natasha’s arms the second you caught sight of her in the medical wing, asking her a thousand times if she was okay and checking her over. Once you’d backed out of her arms and set your sights on Bob, you could feel the overwhelming urge to cry overtake you. You’d stepped into his arms in an instant, burying your head in his neck as you began to cry, and Bob didn’t stop holding you until the tears subsided.

It was right before the Uranium mission where your relationship with Bob changed in an instant.

You were already worried sick, knowing your father was now leading the mission. You’d gotten a text directly after from Rooster informing you that you dad would be leading the mission, followed by one from your father himself to announce it. A bunch of texts streamed in, but you couldn’t bother to answer them as the nauseous feeling inside of you only grew. That pit in your stomach grew bigger as you realized that your father and Bradley’s lives weren’t the only ones you were overly concerned about, but Bob’s too.

You’d sequestered yourself for the rest of the day, ignoring texts from everyone as you realized that what you felt for Bob went entirely past platonic feelings. It was the next day when you’d opened your front door after the doorbell rang to Bob standing there in his Navy dress whites. You didn’t say a word to him, and he didn’t say a word to you either, the pair of you simply colliding in the middle in a kiss that had the rules you’d followed all your life long forgotten.

“Maverick is going to kill me for this,” he’d practically moaned out through kisses as you gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him back in every time he pulled away for even a second.

“Good, means he’ll keep you alive during the mission to kill you after,” Bob had finally gotten you to stop chasing after his lips, pulling back to see the tears slowly streaming down your face as he gently wiped them away. “Just come back to me…all of you.”

“I promise, Sunflower,”

This wasn’t the first time your father had been on deployment. You’d had plenty of friends over the years in the military, too. This was far from the first time you’d ever dealt with people you care about throwing themselves into the line of fire and risking their lives. But this time, it held a new weight to it.

You were at the forefront of Bob’s mind the entire mission. The moment Maverick called his name alongside Phoenix’s own, his first thought was of you. Of the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on, the girl who had carved out a space in his heart in such a short amount of time, who’d he’d never thought he’d have a chance with, waiting at home for him. For him, her father, and her best friends. He thought of his own family, his parents and his siblings too, but you’d crept right up in there with them at the forefront of his mind.

It was you he thought about as he frantically called out signals for Phoenix when they’d rounded coffin corner. It was the dread he felt of having to tell you that your father and the man you considered your brother were both most likely dead the second the remaining Daggar squad had landed back on the ship. Then, it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders the second they landed back in safety with the rest of the team in that beat of F-14, knowing he could keep his promise to you.

The second the team was back in the states and touching ground on land, you’d been waiting with tears in your eyes for all of them. Maverick’s arms were the first you flew into, your father holding you as tightly as humanly possible, before he let Bradley join in on the group hug too.

“Is the cry fest over here done?” Hangman had called out, the rest of the team joining you all as they smiled at the sight of you wrapped in a bear hug of two of your favorite men. Hangman held out his arms, wiggling his fingertips. “Can’t the rest of the team get hugs here, Sunflower?”

You had pushed your way out of the hug and in Hangman’s direction, but his smirk fell when you’d simply brushed past him and threw yourself into Bob’s arms, tugging his lips back to yours, craving the feeling you’d already become addicted to. Bob could feel his cheeks instantly flush with the heat of the public display of affection, of knowing who was watching, but it was worth it for that moment with you.

Jake, Reuben, Mickey, and Bradley’s jaws all collectively dropped as they watched the interaction before them, while Natasha only held a small smirk on her lips, knowing her suspicions were confirmed. The group had all turned back to Maverick, collectively fearing for Bob’s own safety. They may have been more shocked to see a genuine smile of pure affection and love on the fighter pilot's lips.

That night, surrounded by everyone you’d come to love so dearly in the Hard Deck over well-earned beers, Maverick had quickly bestowed his blessing on the pair of you.

“If she’s going to ignore my lifelong rule and date a Military man…I’m glad it’s you, Floyd,” Maverick had clapped a hand down on his student’s shoulder, giving him a pointed look. “Break her heart, though, and the push-ups are going from 200 to 300. Daily.”

Those moments all seemed like ages ago to you, when in reality they’d only been 10 months ago. They’d led to this moment now, as you stepped into the Hard Deck on a busy Wednesday night later than usual because of work, trying to spot your group of pilots in the distance. Thankfully for you, they’d all been assigned to stay at Top Gun for an extended period of time, still learning more and more from Maverick as Cyclone had determined there was much more his top students could learn. For you, that meant having your best friends around every single day.

“Sunflower! How nice of you to join us!” Natasha had called out with a laugh, handing you one of the beers she’d grabbed for you already. You happily took it, clinking the top of your bottle with her own.

“Phoenix, you’re a lifesaver for this,” you’d thanked her, tipping your head back to gulp the alcoholic beverage. “Work was insane today, for no good reason, too!”

“Your father had us doing 200 push-ups every time we failed the flight simulations today,” Fanboy cut in, walking past quickly as he rounded the pool table in front of you both. “Trust me, most of us would kill for your office job right about now. Bet it’s got air-conditioning.”

“Hey, you guys want to handle company-wide presentations, be my guest. I don’t mind passing that off,” you watched Payback and Fanboy’s pool match for a moment, turning back to Phoenix at your side. “Is my boy hiding around here somewhere? He didn’t answer my text earlier when I said I was on my way.”

“Oh, you mean dark and stormy?” you lifted an eyebrow at her words as Natasha let out a soft laugh. “Hangman was being extra…Hangman today, if you will. Really was digging in on him all day, could hear him grumbling from the backseat of the jet after every comment.”

“Let me guess, Jake is still on his ass even now, after hours?”

“Last I saw, he had him crowded in a booth with Bradley across the room,”

You clinked your bottle with hers one more time before turning on your heel.

“Guess that my queue to go save him!”

Bob Floyd was having the worst day of his life, and it was thanks to Hangman. Don’t get it twisted, he really did love Jake, he was one of his brothers after everything that had gone down on the Uranium mission. This job can bind you wth people for life, and it has for them. Today, though, Hangman was just being so…classic Hangman.

“No, seriously, I think if you’d just given me a little more time I could have had Sunflower wrapped around my finger instead,” Jake commented with a laugh, taking another sip of his beer as he shot a smirk across the table at Bob, seeing his friend’s grip on his own beer bottle tighten. “Oh come on, Baby-On-Board, lighten up! It’s just jokes! Though we’ve got to admit, her and I would be one gorgeous couple.”

“Yeah, so funny,” Bob mumbled to himself as Bradley gripped onto Hangman’s shoulder, shoving him out of the booth and promising Bob he’d go distract him for a bit up at the bar. The second they were gone, Bob was rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, frustration rolling off of him in waves.

He could deal with the Baby-On-Board comments all day long, the snide comments throw his way as he worked his way through Maverick’s 200 push-ups. Hell, he could deal with the four-eyes jokes too. Did they get on his nerves? Absolutely. Was he at his breaking point today? Also yes. What sent him over the edge every time, without fail, was jokes about you.

It didn’t matter that you’d been together almost a year, that you’d been the first one to utter ‘I love you’ to him at three in the morning as you’d laid together in his bed, his insecurities never really went away, they were just satiated for periods. It was when Jake chose to remind him that you were, in fact, way out of his league that they came crawling back to the surface.

“Now, what’s my handsome pilot doing over here all alone?”

It was your voice in his ear suddenly, hands winding around his shoulders and fingers digging into his muscles as you leaned over the back of the booth, hugging him to you. Normally, Bob would be like putty in your hands, falling back into your touch and your words as every ounce of stress left him simply because he was in your presence. Today, though, his shoulders stayed tense as Hangman’s constant jeers and jabs from the last few hours floated around his head.

“Regretting leaving my house,”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling the way Bob’s shoulders tensed up instead of relaxing into you, and slid your way around the bench so that you were sitting beside him. You craned your neck to try and get a look at his face, but Bob refused to look at you, the stress of the entire day on the verge of breaking over the surface.

“Come on, baby, what’s wrong-”

“Why don’t you ask Hangman?”

The question caught you absolutely off guard as you pulled away from your boyfriend slightly in confusion.

“Jake? The hell does he have to do with this?” when Bob didn’t answer you, you only continued. “Phoenix said he was giving you shit today, is that what this is about?”

“He thinks if you didn’t end up with me, you’d be with him. You’d be some perfect, gorgeous couple,”

“And what, you believe him?”

“I don’t hear you denying it,”

That was the moment that Bob decided to finally look at you, and he felt every ounce of frustration leave his body as he was racked with guilt and regret immediately.

“Wow. Okay, Bob,”

“No wait, baby-” he tried to place his hand on yours, but you’d already ducked out of the booth and stood beside it.

“No, you’ve made your point,” you refused to look at him now, and Bob close his eyes for a moment, knowing he’d fucked up. “I get it, Hangman can be a dick, but I chose you, Bob. If I wanted him, I’d have picked him, but I’ve only ever wanted you, and I chose you. I don’t care how much of a dick he was today, insinuating that isn’t cool.”

Bob knew you well enough to know that with the way you went storming out of the Hard Deck, chasing after you right now wouldn’t be the greatest idea in the world. It was at that moment that Jake and Bradley came back to the table, Jake whittling at the sight of you storming away.

“Ooooo, trouble in paradise?”

“For once, Hangman, please shut the fuck up,”

If you thought yesterday was a long day at work, nothing compared to the day after your disastrous Hard Deck night. You hadn’t texted Bob a single time, nor him you, even though you wanted to.

You let out another sigh to yourself as you stood at the copy machine in the office, rubbing at your under eyes. In hindsight, you felt that you had overreacted to the conversation last night, and you weren’t sure how to apologize to Bob for it. He’d had a long day, and so had you, and it simply had all culminated in that moment that anything could’ve set someone off.

“Hey,” you turned your head to see one of your coworkers, Jessica, standing at the doorway of the printer room you were in. She nodded her head in the direction of your office. “Someone is waiting in your office for you, by the way. Navy boy by the looks of it.”

You’d left the project on the printer in front of you, immediately walking back down the hallways in the direction of your office. You knew immediately who it was waiting for you, and it brought a small smile to your face as you turned through the door of the office.

Bob was standing directly by your desk with a small, almost timid smile, a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he took a step toward you, you taking one toward him as well.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” you answered, stepping up to him, just a foot away. You took a glance down, seeing him still decked out in his flight suit, straight from the base. “Aren’t you supposed to be on an F-18 right now?”

“Maverick was nice enough to give me the rest of the day off,” he commented, albeit sheepishly as he looked to the side for a moment. “After…the 300 or so push-ups he made me do.”

“Might be my fault there, he called me this morning once he got to base wanting to know about the ‘Hard Deck’ gossip that Rooster was talking about. Sorry,”

“You don’t have to apologize, I should be the one apologizing,”

You took the moment to glance down at the flowers in his hands, a smile growing. White tulips, a common symbol for apologies. Red roses, of course, representing love.

A single sunflower. The symbol of adoration and loyalty. You took the bouquet from him, inhaling the scent with a grin on your lips that he mirrored.

“They’re beautiful,”

“So are you,” Bob took the bouquet from you, placing it on top of the desk behind you both before taking your face in his hands. “I love you. You are, quite literally, the best thing that had ever happened to me, Sunflower. I shouldn’t have let him get in my head, and I shouldn’t have said what I did last night-”

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did,” you cut in, hands placed over the top of his own as you gazed up at him. “We were both frustrated, that’s all. You just have to remember that I chose you, because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he’d simply responded. “I’ll always love you.”

Just like that day he’d shown up on your doorstep in those dress whites, words weren’t needed between you both to simply collide together in a passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of love’d felt for this man since the moment you’d met him into it.

[karl-von-moor-official]

Recently had this exact conversation with a fellow neurodivergent friend:

"But ever since I've been able to recognise my masking behaviours and been trying to mask less, I realise how..."

"How much that sucks? How much easier it is to fit in when you're masking?"

"Yes! Like, that was the whole point of masking!"

"Yeah, and even though it's exhausting, it's either that or behaving socially awkward."

"Exactly! Before I knew that I was masking, I could at least pretend everything was fine. I wanna go back!"

We both laughed at this, for some reason. Probably from the relief of being understood.

It's weird, this phenomenon, but also very obviously going to happen. If you were masking for a reason, and then you stop masking, the reason won't have gone away. You'll get people telling you how you've changed and that you're faking or being weird about getting a diagnosis.

And then, you'll have other people telling you that "you don't need to mask around me, I'm safe!" Even though those people usually mean well, it's not actually that easy. You can't just switch the mask on and off, it's so internalised.

(For example, I've come to realise that I only unmask around people when I don't have any other option anymore. When I'm so exhausted, I just have to either leave the social setting or let people see me at my lowest. Only once a person has seen me in this unmasked, burnt-out state - not by my choice, but because I couldn't hold it together any longer and they happened to be around - only then can I start to unmask on purpose in their presence. And only if they reacted in a kind manner, of course. Only once I've made the experience that they're actually safe.)

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that masking isn't necessarily always bad, or rather you needn't feel bad for it, it doesn't make you a liar or a fraud, unmasking isn't easy, hating yourself for unmasking isn't healthy but also kinda normal, because unmasking often comes with a bit of an identity crisis, and talking to other neurodivergent people about these problems? HELPS LOADS! Just being understood in that struggle is so relieving. That's why I wanted to share the conversation. You're not alone. <3

My doctor and therapist: now with this autism + ADHD diagnosis you need to learn to unmask because masking all the time will make you burn out again and feel like shit

Other people: well it's just interesting how after getting the diagnosis you suddenly start behaving like that I mean I'm not saying you're faking it's just funny how you suddenly cannot be normal like you were before

[tobesolnelyx]

fratboy!lottie with a VERY insightful + empathic girl fem!reader who literally sees right through Lottie. her inner pain, the reasons for her behavior, what she hides, everything. fem!reader doesn't know the exact answers, but she always guesses (and somehow always right), and she just really wants to help Lottie feel better, her main goal is to make Lottie feel accepted and loved, but Lottie herself has a hard time with someone digging around in her head. She is simply very scared that someone sees her so deeply, but at the same time, it seems, continues to love her. NSFW or SFW it doesn't matter!!

I really hope that this request will be heard because I have never seen anything like this. thank you for everything you do!

— every breath you take || fratboy!lottie matthews x fem!reader 🪐

a/n: yes, im very aware about what this song is. STILL, it reminded me about this cute little tik tok trend. it's not as cute lol, wrote this while listening all too well 10 minutes version

summary: your girlfriend has problems, but you can't really help when someone is scared of that, can you? hurt/comfrot.

warnings: toxic parents, family issues.

word count: around 1.6k

“Are you alright?” you asked, even though it was more than certain Lottie wouldn’t answer. At least not directly, not with any honesty. That wasn’t what frustrated you most—it wasn’t that she was unreadable. In truth, she wasn’t that hard to decipher. Not because she was transparent, but because when she shut herself off from everyone and pretended she didn’t need anyone, you could still see right through her.

She wanted to be your support, but she didn’t necessarily want it to work the other way around.

You never quite understood why you got her so well. Honestly, Lottie found it more irritating than anything else. You always seemed to know what to do, what to say, how to act. And she had no idea what to do with any of that. She didn’t like how deep you could dig, didn’t like the part of her that knew she would eventually have to open up if this thing between you was going to work. After all, no one had ever taught her how to build something healthy… how to go through all this.

Even the way she held herself—tense, frozen, like an animal alert to danger—told you that things were far from okay. She was staring at some invisible point in the distance, sitting on the porch, lazily smoking a cigarette in her left hand. Her blouse was unbuttoned and wrinkled, the aftermath of whatever that family gathering had been.

Eventually, Lottie looked at you and sighed, then wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. She smelled like cigarette smoke and some absurdly expensive perfume. You didn’t even know the brand, but it stung your nose—it always did. She used too much of it.

“Sure” she murmured. Even though her voice sounded like she’d just spent an hour breaking rocks in a quarry, her tone was firm enough to shut down the topic. “Just tired.”

The problem was, you tended to push. Not because you wanted to burden her further or expose all her wounds at once and betray her entirely. It was more that you just wanted to help. You just didn’t know how—other than always being right.

The porch light flickered. Moths and mosquitoes had begun to gather around it. The Matthews’ backyard was wrapped in stillness, broken only by the rustling trees and the gentle trickle of water in the pond. Evening was cooling, and Lottie was lazily rubbing your arm, trying to warm you up. You’d have to go back inside soon anyway—someone would eventually notice and come looking. Lottie definitely didn’t want to be found. She preferred to return on her own, even if it meant facing more passive-aggressive comments, masked in charm and soaked in overpriced wine.

She never told you outright, but you saw it. It wasn’t hard to miss. From the first dinner with her parents, you noticed how stiff she became in their presence. At first, you didn’t understand. Lottie had everything she could ever want. She practically embodied the stereotype of a rich brat who thought the world owed her.

But by the next family gathering—the one you had the (dis)pleasure of attending—you saw what you’d missed the first time. When her dad cracked his jokes at dinner, and her mom offered you dessert with a too-sweet smile, you finally noticed the barbs. The offhand comments, prettily wrapped like gifts, pretending to be something they weren’t. It wasn’t just comparisons to other kids from that outrageously wealthy neighborhood. It was the nitpicking, the little jabs placed precisely where the seams were weakest, slipping through soft fabric to pierce the core.

You wondered if they said things about you, too, behind your back. Maybe Lottie never meant to tell you, but by the way people looked at you across the table—and the way Lottie’s hand grew clammy as she held yours beneath it—you were fairly certain you weren’t the dream candidate.

“Girls,” came the sugary voice of one of Lottie’s aunts, the kind that made her visibly shudder. “It’s getting cold. Come in.”

It wasn’t a request. Not even a question. Just an order, as if the woman—dressed in hopelessly mismatched clothes—might perish from scandal if you didn’t obey. Sometimes you wondered if it had always been this way. If Lottie had always lived under this looming pressure, with family breathing down her neck, whispering that she had to be someone. That she had to do something worthwhile—anything that wouldn’t bring shame to them all.

Fights happened.

Maybe even more often than either of you wanted to admit. They weren’t an everyday occurrence, but they were a constant presence—repeating themselves in familiar rhythms. Something would stir inside Lottie, something she wasn’t willing to talk about, and all it took was a glance from you to know something was off. Most times, it had to do with her family, so guessing the source of the tension wasn’t exactly difficult.

“Lot,” you murmured, climbing into bed beside her as she sat, hollow-eyed, nursing yet another cigarette like it might ease the pressure bearing down on her chest—as if it might offer some kind of solace.

Lottie felt disappointed. Disappointed that her parents had never given her what she truly needed. And until she met you, she’d believed love simply wasn’t for her. The whole idea of it seemed distant, like something meant for other people, never for her.

“I’m fine. It’s fine,” she muttered, waving you off like a fly buzzing at her ear, trying to quiet the world.

It ended differently each time.

Sometimes in sex—when you slipped behind her and offered something to anchor her, if only for a moment. In those tangled limbs and synchronised breaths, she could almost believe she was someone worth holding on to. Someone you needed.

Sometimes she simply left—fleeing the conversation, disappearing for hours to wrestle whatever storm raged in her mind. You knew what haunted her. That knowledge alone unnerved her. She had been ignored for so long, bought off with money and silence. And then you came along and gave her too much attention. Too much care.

And sometimes—worst of all—you both ended up screaming.

You tried to understand her, always. But you were only human, with a storm of your own. The frustration would rise until it boiled over. Lottie never needed to explain herself—because you already knew. But that didn’t mean she wanted to talk about any of it. Partly because she feared you’d one day treat her like her parents did. And partly because saying it aloud—naming that fear of never being enough—might make it real. Like a curse fulfilled the moment it passed her lips.

“You don’t get it!” she’d explode when you pushed too hard. But she knew you did. Probably better than anyone ever had, and that scared the hell out of her.

“For God’s sake, just let it go! Can you even do that?”

“I’m asking for one conversation, Lottie!” Your arms fell to your sides, your eyes wide with disbelief. Like you hadn’t had this same, senseless argument a dozen times. But maybe that’s what it took. Maybe this was some part of the process. You clung to the hope that one day, Lottie would understand you the way you tried so hard to understand her.

“It’s not that much, is it? I see something’s wrong!”

“Because you’re a nosy bitch, that’s why!” She didn’t mean it. But she wasn’t thinking about what she said. “Just stop hovering, okay? Maybe we’re together, but I don’t need you playing my fucking mother all the time!” She gestured wildly. “I’m sick of your bullshit. You don’t know shit about how I feel!”

Lottie was terrified by how deeply you saw her. So she did what she knew: she pushed. Hard.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, drew in a long breath, and readied yourself to say something—maybe to soothe her, to try again, to start from the beginning like you always did.

But the door had already slammed behind her, Lottie gone in a fury.

Only to return hours later with flowers in hand, kissing your face like a woman drowning, apologising through half-sobs. Telling you she didn’t mean any of it. That she’d just been upset. That she loved you more than anything, and she couldn’t lose you—not over something so stupid.

You both knew it wasn’t just something stupid. But you let it slide. Even though you knew better.

You gave her space to be safe, even when she squirmed inside it, unable to sit still in her own skin. You forgave her—because no matter how often she pushed you away, she always pulled you back again. Like she didn’t know what to do with this strange new feeling—being seen, heard, held—for the first time in her life.

Later, Lottie would learn what a healthy family could look like.

She’d learn it when you brought her home for the holidays, to your parents’ house. She might’ve cried—just a little—when your mother baked her favourite cake just because she wanted. Curled beside you in bed late that night, she let the tears fall quietly, not saying a word. You might’ve planted that idea yourself. Just maybe.

[lauralot89]

Notable annotations today:

The address for Lucy's letter is given as Chatham Street. Her home, however, is not on Chatham Street, and there's never a letter from this address again. So why is her letter coming from here? There were two Chatham Streets in London, one near the Middlesex County Lunatic Asylum and one near Bedlam. Was Jack at one of these asylums for whatever reason, and Lucy went to see him?

The Pop that Lucy refers to is a Popular Concert, which were held at St. James's Hall on Saturdays and Mondays.

In the original manuscript, the line "Some one has evidently been telling tales" was followed with "I shall have my eye on that young lynx for the future so tell her to be very discreet and give her a kiss for me." This is a second reference to Kate Reed, who was cut from the narrative.

Another cut line from the original manuscript: After Lucy mentions that Arthur and her mother have many things to talk about in common, she continued, "I almost envy mother sometimes for her knowledge when she can talk to people whilst I have to sit by like a dumb animal and smile a stereotyped smile till I find myself blushing at being an incarnate lie. And it is so silly and childish to blush and without reason too."

A third cut line: After Lucy states that she affords Seward psychology study, the manuscript reads "I enclose a circular for Madame as you wish." Madame likely refers to the mistress of the school where Mina works. This line served as a transition from Lucy's talk about Seward to her talk of fashion.

Fourth cut line: After Lucy said "I would try to tell you what I feel," she continued "That is not love at all—no, nor the least like it. Love is a holy thing. We used to be ashamed of those things then—as we well might be. I glory in my love now."

The final bit of Lucy's letter, from "I do not know how I am writing..." to "...tell me all that you think about it" has been revised from the original manuscript. It read as follows: "I wish you knew the tall straight-haired man—he is so noble and brave and good and tender and true—How the girls would laugh in school if they saw this letter. I must stop. I feel so happy that I could go on writing for ever—telling you my secret is just like telling Arthur that I love him—only of course not quite the same. Mina, if a time should come when—after he had told me that he loved me, of course—I should be able to whisper to him 'Arthur, I love you!'"

So is Arthur's hair curly, as Mina said, or straight, as Lucy said?

[sweetdispatch]

Hi could I get 7 pieces of baklava with pineapple and maple syrup please

I love your writing and hope your leg heals up real soon

Lake house - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt had complicated relationship but this changed when you were forced by your friends to live in the same room during a weekend in a lake house warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), oral (f receiving), fingering, swear words note: thank you so much love, it means a world to me❤️hope you like it!

Since you met Matt, you didn’t like him. No matter how hard you tried, there was something in him that was pushing you away. You tried to act normal around him but he could sense that you’re not a fan of his. He made a small joke about it but you felt offended. You threw a drink on him and left the club. 

In summer, you were stuck together because of your friends. Matt didn’t make your life easier and since that situation in a club, he was picking on you. You were always fighting back with him because you didn’t want to be seen as a poor girl who can’t defend yourself. It was your reality that you’ve been arguing with him at least once when you were going out. 

Your friend came up with a great idea to rent a lake house and go there for a weekend. Everyone instantly agreed and felt excitement. This feeling quickly disappeared from your and Matt's faces when your friends told you that you have a room together. You knew that they made it on purpose to have fun of your suffering and because they really wanted you two to work things out. 

“I can’t believe that they did it” You said when you walked into the room with Matt behind you. 

“But honestly, are you surprised?” Matt asked you and you shook your head in no gesture. 

“Not a fucking chance” You said out of blue. “There’s only one bed” All you heard was Matt’ laugh. 

“I guess we’re stuck together even in sleep” Matt told you but you only looked at him to drop it. 

“I prefer to sleep on the floor then next to you” You scoffed. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. This bed is big enough for both of us. You won’t be sleeping there” Matt said and from his tone, you could tell that he wasn't joking

The first night was tough. You and Matt were colliding with each other's bodies all the time. You were sure that he’s doing this on purpose just to get you mad. After an hour you lost your patience and kicked him to wake him up. 

“What the hell?” Matt said with a raspy voice.

“Stop moving around the bed. I can feel your body on me” You told him. 

“I’m not doing anything” Matt told you and you sighed. You knew that this would be the longest three days of your life. Out of nowhere, Matt asked you. “Why don’t you like me?” 

“You’re annoying and since your dumb joke about my presence I can’t stand you” You told him truthfully. 

“I just wanted to break the ice between us” Matt said. 

“I don’t know what part of it if you won’t stop making this face, you’ll become ugly was funny for you” Matt could sense the disgust in your voice when you repeated those words. 

“I’m sorry. It was a bad call from me. My intention wasn’t to offend you, just wanted to see you smiling but I get why you’re mad” You were taken aback. You didn’t expect him to apologise to you. 

“Apology accepted but since we’re having a honest conversation, what’s your reason that you don’t like me?” You asked him curiously of his reason. 

“I honestly don’t have any reason but since you didn’t like me, I decided to match your energy” Matt laughed.

“So I was the bad one?” You giggled. “I’m sorry for it” 

“It’s fine, I deserve it” Matt said and you laughed.

The next morning, the atmosphere in your room was clean. There were no hard feelings between you and Matt. You explained everything to yourself and had a new start. Your friends were surprised when they saw both of you laughing and not arguing but none of you told them that you’re fine now. You wanted to mess with them. 

In the evening, all of you decided to sit by the bonfire and just enjoy the quiet time. To everyone's shock, you were sitting on Matt’ laps. You two were in a bubble. Two of you were drinking and laughing at all the stories. You were happy that you cleared the atmosphere with him because you noticed what a great guy he is. 

When everyone stayed outside, you and Matt got back to the room. Last 20 minutes you spent on talking about a movie that he never saw. That’s why both of you decided to get back and watch a movie. You laid comfortably in the bed and he sat next to you. During the movie, you weren’t talking much but you could feel his hand roaming your thigh. 

It would be a lie if you say that Matt wasn’t hot. He was and he had insane hands. Your focus was on them rather than on that movie and he noticed this. He squeezed your thigh lightly and you felt your cheeks burning. He was going higher with his hand until he reached the end of your shorts. 

Matt was bold in his moves. He saw the effect he has on you and wanted to see how far he can go until you stop him. You spread your legs a little bit further to give him better access and he laughed softly. His finger brushed your panties under the shorts and he could feel how wet you were. 

“Please” You whispered. “Do something” 

Movie was long forgotten. Matt positioned himself in between your legs. In a quick move, he took your shorts and panties. His fingers were brushing your clit. You moaned quietly and the next thing you felt was his tongue on your pussy. By instinct you hands went to his hair and you pushed him closer. 

Matt was eating you out like a starving man. He looked at you and saw how you threw your head from the pleasure. He smiled to himself at the view. His two fingers entered your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. He had long fingers and they perfectly were hitting your g spot. 

You felt that you’re close. Matt was the best guy who ever went down at you. Your orgasm hit you hard. You felt embarrassed by how fast you cum but he was great in what he was doing. You tried to catch your breath and looked at him. He licked his fingers clean and this made you wet again. 

“I didn’t know it’s so easy to tame you” Matt laughed and laid next to you. “All you needed was an orgasm”

“So you just did it for what? For your entertainment?” You felt used by him at that moment. You stood up and started picking up your clothes. 

“No, come back to bed, please” Matt pulled his arm to grab your wrist. “It was a joke. I’m sorry” 

“You’re insufferable” You told him and got back to the bed. 

“I like you too” Matt said and pulled you closer to his body. He kissed your cheek and you smiled. All the negative emotions you had towards him went out of the window and you started seeing him as a normal guy and not as an annoying one.

[chellybear98]

(Unpleasant) Surprise...?

Hey lovies! It's been a while since I've written... I'm finally getting the feeling to write again so I'm not gonna let it go to waste. I just wrote this but its not proof read or anything... just bare with me 🥹 Let me know what you guys think! Should I write more? Request if you want me to write anything in particular! I don't mind writing for any of the kids but I don't write smut... Angst or fluff are my go to's! Any kind of feedback would be great!

Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Channie x reader

Genre: slight angst?, fluff!

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: besties to lovers trope...? You take trip to visit the kids only to be greeted by a moody Chan! But why was he so moody?

Warnings: None? The use of the term "idiot" but in a playful way! Chan being a jerk but only for a millisecond...

“Lixie! I just landed! Where are you?!” You said overly excited into the phone. You had flown all the way from Australia to Korea to see your favorite boys in the world. More specifically, your most favorite boy, Chris, or as the rest of the world knows him, BangChan. 

You and Chris had been best friends since kindergarten. Ever since he stood up for you in the playground, you have both been inseparable. But of course, like every friends to lovers trope, you inevitably fell in love with him when you both became teenagers. He, for obvious reasons, does not know about your feelings and you would prefer to keep it that way for the rest of your lives together. You really didn’t want to ruin the relationship you both already had by bringing up feelings that were quite obviously not reciprocated. 

You had decided to surprise the boys by going to Korea to visit but due to the fact that you had no idea how to get around Korea or even how to get to the JYP building, you had to inform at least one of the boys about your surprise visit. You had planned on Minho being the one you let in on the secret seeing as he was also one of your best friends aside from Chris, but the last time you FaceTimed Felix, he read you like an open book and he managed to get the information out of you. 

So here you are at the airport waiting for Felix to come pick you up so he can take you to the JYP building to surprise the boys. You had missed the boys and you had really wanted to see them. Felix had told you that Chris was under a lot of stress because of their comeback being right around the corner so you thought now would’ve been the best time to visit so you can help calm him down and make sure he’s taking care of himself. 

“I’m coming right now… I think I see you!” Felix says over the phone. You look up ahead and see that he was right, he was running towards you. You were immediately wrapped in his arms as soon as he got to you. “I missed you, Noona!”. “Missed you too, Lixie!” You say as you return the hug. 

After the two of you finished with your reunion, Felix took your bags from you and led you to the car and he drove you to the JYP building so you can go see the other boys. When you got there the two of you made your way to the practice room where all the boys, except for 3racha, were. 

“Noona!!!” You heard as soon as you walked in. You looked up and saw Jeongin running towards you. He did the same as Felix did and wrapped you in his arms as soon as he got to you. The rest oft he boys following suite with the hugs as soon as Jeongin let you go. 

“Are you boys surprised?” You say as soon as you were finished with hugging them all. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?!” Minho says as he looks at you with an angry face. But you knew him better than that. He was’t really mad at you. You could see the excitement behind his eyes. 

“I was gonna tell you! But Felix figured it out before I could mention it to you and I didn’t want more than one of your to know.” You say with a slight pout. You know Minho stops with his tough guy image once he sees your pouty face.

“It’s okay… I’m just glad I get to see you again. We really did miss you. Especially with how Chan has been acting lately…” Minho trails off as he looks at the rest of the boys who slightly nod their heads with a look of concern. 

“What’s wrong? What’s been going on with Chris?” You ask as your concern for him begins to rise. 

“He’s been extra moody and angry lately. He’s been snapping at us for no reason. He even yelled at Jeongin yesterday because he didn’t put away the dishes in a certain way when he did the dishes last night…” Hynjin says as he looks at Jeongin for confirmation. You look over at Jeongin yourself to see that he was nodding along to what Hyunjin was saying with a pout on his face. Jeongin is a strong young man who is very independent but you know how much he cares for Chris’ opinion and you know he felt bad for making Chris angry. 

“Innie… Don’t let what he said get to you, okay? You know how he gets when he’s stressed. He didn’t mean it. I promise…” You say as you give him a hug. 

“Okay I think this is my sign to go surprise 3racha now… Wish me luck!” You say as both you and Felix make your way out of the practice room and make your way towards the studio where the other boys were. Once you were outside of the studio door Felix stopped you before you went inside. 

“Noona, be careful okay? Chris Hyung really is in a bad mood… he might yell at you too.” Felix says as he looks at you with worry on his face. 

“Dont worry about me Lixie… You know I can handle him!” You say as you give Felix a reassuring smile before knocking on the door before entering. As soon as you open he door you see Jisung running towards you. 

“Noona! You will not believe how grateful I am that you’re here!” Jisung says as he grabs you by the shoulders and look deep into your eyes. You see the stress and tiredness in them as well as some fear. You know it was because of Chris. These boys hate letting Chris down. 

“Im glad that my presence makes such a big impact!” You say with a giggle as you give him a hug and look over to see Changbin looking at you with a tired smile. What you weren’t expecting to see though, was Chris with his head still in his laptop pretending like you weren’t even there. Your heart dropped a little but you pretended not to care since you didn’t want the boys to see you sad. You knew the boys all knew about your feelings for Chris and you were grateful that none of them ever said anything to him about it. 

You take deep breath as you look over at Chris and then you looked at the other boys who were also in the room. “Why don’t you boys go take a little break, go get something to eat and drink and just get some fresh air for a little…” You say. The boys agreed and they all began to leave the room before Chris finally turned away from his laptop screen. 

“We have work to do! We don’t have time for breaks!” He said quite loudly and it caused for everyone in the room to jump in surprise. 

You take deep breath before looking at the boys and you whisper a small “go” before turning to look at Chris who was avoiding looking at you. 

Once the boys were all out of the room you sat in the chair next to Chris. “What is wrong with you?” You say as you try to make eye contact with him. 

“Why are you here?” He says in return as he had a blank look on his face once he finally looks over at you. 

“Are you serious right now? You haven’t seen me in almost a year and this is how you greet me?” You say as you look at him in shock. He had been rather cold towards you lately but you thought that it was because of all the work he had to get done but now that you’re here with him, it feels like it was something more than just that. 

“You never told anyone that you were coming. Do you know how inconsiderate you are for doing that? We’re all busy. We don’t need the extra headache of having to babysit you.” Chris said. You were confused as to why he was being like this towards you but you were getting angry and annoyed. 

“Babysit me…? Chris I have no clue what has gotten into you but I know I didn’t fly all the way to Korea just to sit here and be insulted by my best friend. I came here because I missed you! We haven’t had a proper conversation in months and I was worried about you! I had to make sure that you were okay with my own eyes and clearly you’re not okay. So either you tell me what’s actually going on with you or I find a way to figure it out myself. Your choice. Either way, you’re not getting rid of me.” You say with a straight face as you try to look as tough as you can but you were actually on the verge of tears. 

Chris looks at you with his jaw clenched. You knew he was actually thinking about it. You can tell that he wanted to talk about it but something was holding him back. 

“Why are you holding back? Why don’t you want to tell me? Do you not wanna be best friends anymore? Is that it? Are you finally sick and tired of me?” You continue to ask questions without waiting for a response as your voice wavers. Your tough act dropping as you cant hold your emotions in anymore. A single tear rolls down your face and that is what breaks Chris. He immediately reaches out and pulls you into his arms. 

“I’m sorry for being such a terrible best friend. Im sorry for being cold to you for the past couple months. Im sorry for making you think that any of this was your fault. None of this is your fault. It’s all my fault. I let my emotions get the best of me and I pushed you away because of it… I can never get tired of you. I miss you every second of everyday that I’m not with you.” He said as he continues to hold you as you let your silent tears fall. You were still so confused. You pulled away from his hug slightly to look into his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Why did your emotions get the best of you?” 

“I mean… I…” He pauses for a minute as he looks into your eyes. It seemed like he was preparing himself for what he was about to say. 

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I think I already did that when I started acting cold and distant… Again, I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t mean to make you think that any of this was your fault. Its just… I don’t think I can hold it anymore. Lately you’re all I can think about. Any spare moment that I get, all I think about is you. I’m in love with you… Ive been in love with you for years but I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we already had by making things awkward for you.”

“You are such an idiot!” You say as you pull away from him completely and you smack him on his arm. 

“Ow! Why would you hit me?!” 

“Because you’re an idiot! How could you possibly think that you confessing your feelings to me would make things awkward? I’m in love with you too! I have been since we were teenagers!” 

“Okay wait, you technically are an idiot too… just saying…” he says with a small smirk. 

“What?! How?!”

“Because you also didn’t confess your feelings for me earlier…”

You stayed silent for a bit because you knew he was right. You were both in the same boat. 

“Guess we’re a pair of idiots then…” You say with a giggle as you look into his eyes. He then leaned over and grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap as he wraps you in his arms.

“I really did miss you, idiot…” 

“I missed you too, idiot…” You say as you rest your head on his chest. 

“You gotta stop yelling at the boys when you get frustrated… they’re all afraid of you when you get angry.” You say after a few moments of silence. 

He starts giggling at your words. “They are not afraid of me… they’re just a little intimidated sometimes but they know me…”

“You still have to apologize to them though… for the way you’ve been treating them lately.”

“Yes, ma’am! I promise that ill apologize to the kids… but only if you promise to be my girlfriend” He says with a cheeky smile on his face. 

You look up at him in shock at his words. You really weren’t expecting him to want to be boyfriend and girlfriend right now, but you weren’t gonna complain. 

“Okay, deal!” 

You both continue to sit there, with you in his lap for a couple more minutes until Changbin and Jisung walked back into the room with boxes of food in their hands. Changbin was the first to say something when he sees you in Chris’ lap. 

“Please tell me that the two of you finally confessed and that we don’t have to keep pretending that we don’t see the way you two look at each other with heart eyes!” He says in a pleading tone. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was so stressed about the mundane situation. 

“Don’t worry Binnie! Chris stopped being a chicken and he finally confessed…” 

“Hey!” Chris exclaims as he pokes your side playfully. You giggle in response and immediately stop when you hear a gagging sound coming from Jisung. You quickly look over at him, only for him to start complaining. 

“Okay, im a fan of love but I really don’t want to see the two of you being all lovey lovey… its weird and gross… its like seeing your parents kiss…” He says as he unconsciously shudders in disgust. Chris, Changbin and you all begin to laugh at Jisung’s reaction. 

You really were happy that you made the decision to visit… 

[noahwylie]

I wanna lay out everything about the robbycollins relationship because the timeline is confusing and they fascinate me

Explicit canon info:

Adamson died in September 2020.

The single shift takes place in September 2025.

Dana tells Collins that Robby hasn’t worked this day in four years because it’s the anniversary of Adamson’s death, and that he might be a little prickly that day, but to give him a pass because he’s still blaming himself for it.

Collins is in her 4th year of residency, which means (if they go by how residents usually start their year in July) she started as an intern in July 2022.

Collins says “We [her and Robby] dated, briefly, a million years ago. Never again.”

At some point during this brief dating period, Robby got her pregnant.

Collins “gave up on him.”

She aborted without telling him because she wasn’t ready to be a mom and wasn’t even sure about the relationship.

He never knew until she told him.

Collins has done IVF on her own at least twice since then.

Two of the gossipiest nurses, who were working in the ER at the time of their relationship, don’t appear to know that Robby and Collins had a relationship at all.

Apocryphal info (stuff the creators have said but isn’t explicit canon)

This is Collins’s second career.

Robby’s relationships tend to last around six weeks because he has a hard time opening up to people emotionally.

Adamson’s death was part of the reason Robby and Collins broke up.

So based on this, I’m going to make some inferences. This is all technically my headcanoning, but it is based on the above info.

For Adamson’s death to affect their relationship, they were probably dating in the second half of 2020, maybe early 2021; meaning Collins was likely an MS3 when she and Robby were dating and not his direct employee. Collins’s statement that they “dated briefly” lines up well with Noah’s assessment that Robby’s relationships have an expiration date of about six weeks. (Since he was obviously with Janey for much longer than that, I assume that relationship took place entirely before Adamson’s death; and therefore, that death is likely a major reason his relationships no longer last beyond two months.) I assume also that Collins is not aware of the significance of Adamson’s death to Robby, because Dana has to explicitly warn her about why Robby might be off today.

So if Collins was not aware of the extremely psychologically damaging effect of Adamson’s death until Dana told her five years later, and Robby had no idea Collins was ever pregnant or that she aborted the fetus until she told him five years later… That does not speak well at all of their communication skills with each other on a personal level (though professionally they seem to work well together). It also doesn’t give me a picture of a deep, strong relationship; based on all of this, plus the fact that Perlah and Princess don’t know about them dating, this relationship feels, to me, like barely more than a fling. And as I’ve said before, Collins gives Moved On to me; like, even beyond my interpretation of her demeanor in their interactions, it’s canon that she’s attempting IVF alone. She wants to be a mother now, but NOT with Robby. I think she enjoys the occasional flirtation (see her little smile when Robby admits to trying to impress her) but that’s as far as it goes for her.

I think Robby’s behavior can be interpreted many different ways, but the way I interpret them is that he still wonders What Could Have Been. I don’t think they ever got far enough that either of them actually fell in love; but he feels there was potential there that got lost. And he sort of plays in the space of being her friend and boss and ex-lover all at the same time and he’s awkwardly trying to set her up on dates, and also still flirting a bit, and giving her leeway to work on her own.

I dunno, they are interesting to me because their relationship is sort of undefinable. It’s not really romantic, at least not anymore, but it’s also not really platonic; it’s professional but it also crosses that boundary in big ways. They have this weird combination of like, knowing each other very very deeply in one sense but in another sense not really knowing each other at all. As a sidenote: I wonder what Collins’s confession will do to that dynamic, because Robby seemed pretty torn up about it. Like the confirmation that there was in fact a Could Have Been and Collins didn’t want it… that’s painful.

[columbusfirefighterdiaz]

It was hard enough watching Buck get in the truck with Tommy, but it was even harder once he got a good look of Buck in his t-shirt. Since it was smaller than Buck's regular shirts it pulled deliciously over his chest and arms, and Eddie desperately wanted to pulled Buck back into his house so that show him just how much he appreciated those muscles. To stop himself from reaching out to Buck, Eddie balled both of his hands up in fists since he knew that letting Buck go with Tommy was a necessary step for his and Buck's future. That thought played on repeat in Eddie's mind which is the reason why he didn't run after the truck after they began to drive off. Plus, the fact that Tommy would have to sit in a truck with Buck stinking of sex gave Eddie enough satisfaction to let him go.

When Eddie had asked Pepa if Christopher could spend the night, he told her that he'd pick him up later that afternoon. While he didn't specify a time, Eddie knew that with this new development, he now wouldn't get there until later than he originally planned. He called his aunt to ask if Chris could spend another night with her, and even though he didn't go to any specifics, all he had to do was mention an issue concerning Buck and she didn't ask any other questions.

Even though he already took one this morning, obviously he needed another shower, and it was a good way to keep himself distracted until he heard back from Buck. Usually he was very utilitarian in the shower, a habit of his time in the Army, so his showers never took him too long, but he decided to take his time with this one since he knew it would be a while before he heard from Buck. He was honestly surprised and very much relieved to see that he'd already received one text from Buck, and it was a very good one indeed. He was all smiles until the second text came through. Even though it made sense to need to go to Buck's loft, Eddie didn't like the thought of Buck being alone in there with Tommy when he knew how pissed off the other man was, so the next few hours saw Eddie cleaning his house and washing his heavily soiled sheets all in an attempt to try and calm his nerves.

His anxiety proved to be correct because the second he read the read the final text and the pic that quickly followed, his blood ran cold with both fear and anger. Eddie instantly hopped into his own truck and headed towards Buck's place. He debated calling either 911 or at least Athena, but he decided to wait to see exactly what awaited for him when he arrived. It would normally take him a little over 15 minutes to get to Buck's, but somehow he made it in less than 10. Eddie parked in his usual spot and ran the rest of the way to Buck's door.

After he let himself in using his key, Eddie bounded up the stairs but came to a dead stop once he was at the top. Even though he saw the picture and knew what he would most likely see, it still did little to prepare him for seeing Buck like that. He was able to tamper down the initial fury that the felt towards Tommy and quickly made his way over to Buck after shaking off the shock at the scene. Eddie made quick work of untying Buck's arms and then gently rubbed Buck's back as the medic in him visually assessed what he could see. "Hey, Buck... can you hear me?"

If the idea of showing up in court with his knuckles bruised and Tommy's face black and blue didn't seem like it would get him into trouble, Buck thought he might really like to experience it, for the complete asshole ruining his morning. Was it sort of his fault for starting something with Eddie before he ended it? Maybe, he could see how it could be interpreted that way, but if he hadn't been with Eddie last night, he would have never slept at all waiting for morning to come because he needed to convince Tommy to end things. So in that way, hadn't he gotten everything he wanted? A night and a morning with Eddie and perhaps an expedited end to the trial claim?

He was never, ever going to leave first without turning to Eddie, and while he wasn't necessarily surprised to find him right there when he turned, Buck still felt his heart melt in his chest, all the anger momentarily evaporating from his features as he was pulled in. Wrapping his arms back around Eddie, he held him close and kissed him back, mapping out the covered muscles of his back as he did. His heart rate spiked as he realized he was getting a glimpse of his future right here, unashamedly kissing Eddie out in the open, getting to hold him like this as often as he wanted?

Buck exhaled shakily and leaned in to nuzzle the side of Eddie's face as he was glaring at Tommy, but then he opened his eyes to see the phone and shot Eddie a grateful look and a soft smile. "Of course. I'll be back before you know it." He squeezed him briefly before taking and pocketing his phone, his brow immediately furrowing when he turned to see Tommy staring daggers right back at them. He was giving Eddie a particularly pointed look that Buck couldn't decipher, but he did realize it seemed easier for Tommy to look at Eddie than at him. Really, he wanted to ban him from ever laying eyes on Eddie but he figured Eddie might feel the same way in reverse, so he took what he could and went around to get into the truck, buckling up and barely getting a chance to wave before Tommy was backing up out of the driveway like a bat out of hell and was roaring down the street, probably at a speed not legal in residential areas.

[20 minutes later]

Buck: he's signing the papers now!! i'm free, all urs ♥️

[10 minutes later]

Buck: he says he needs 2 get evryth from mine that he gave me during the claim 🙄 so guess we're going 2 mine 1st. i'll text as soon as i'm omw back!

[A few hours later, without any read messages or answered phone calls]

Buck: Himbo slut is all yours now, though I didn't peg you for liking sloppy seconds, Ed. Got him ready for you, but call me if you decide you want to try a real man next time, yeah?

[IMG Attached: A shot from above, Buck on his stomach, only the back of his head visible, no face. Arm muscles are lax, messily tied above him at the wrist to the bed frame. Photo is of his torso and above, a few angry lash marks across his ribs.]

Buck is vaguely aware that Tommy left, finally. Vaguely aware that he was speaking just before descending the loft stairs. But Buck is mostly aware of the fatigue, the ache in all of his muscles, and the exhaustion that keeps making him feel like he's losing time every time he lets his eyelids slip shut. How long has he been here? Why can't he pull his arms down or turn? He sucks in a weak breath against his bedsheets and tries again to pull at his arms but they feel like overcooked noodles, leaving him huffing as he desperately tries to clear away the brain fog. If he could just think, lift his head, maybe...

[littleemissperfecttt]

Broken Bonds

Xaden Riorsen x Riorsen Reader (Platonic) Oneshot Tw: Angst, targeted bullying, mention of blood, neglection

You coughed slightly feeling the blood drip down your stomach, this was yet another beating you got from the fellow marked ones. You could easily stop them you were the strongest of your year of course but you didn’t. Why? Because it was one of your brother’s rules, the brother you loved and respected so much

The brother that hates you, the reason? You didn’t know and you never asked the only thing you wanted to do was make him proud before you die, you at least wanted him to acknowledge your presence, love you and treat you like a baby like he used to before your mother left.

Then you lost your father, the Fen Riorsen the one who led the rebellion. You didn’t have anyone by your side to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright, your brother now has found himself a family who would protect him-  Garrick Tavis his right hand man and childhood friend, Bhodi Durran your cousin, Imogen Cardulo the pink hair girl who was once your best friend sister if you may call it- you wanted to be there too, to be by your brothers side but you were too afraid of his hatred

You had heard his words before and it broke everything inside you, yet you are here trying to be the best sister he could ask for. You learnt to be a healer for a year before you had to come to Basgiath. You helped the marked ones whenever you could and took their beating when they were angry

You stumbled into your room exhausted after the beating, you couldn’t walk straight because the pain in your legs was very sever. The only thing you could do right now was tend to your wounds and hold yourself together

‘You shouldn’t do this to yourself young one’ you heard your dragon say in your head ‘taking beatings like these when you clearly are stronger’ you knew your dragon was mad

‘I can’t defy my brother’s rules Cal you know it better than anyone’ you replied hissing softly as you tend to your wounds

‘Your brother didn’t give you any sort of rule that was to get yourself beaten’ she said angrily

‘But he did tell me not to raise my hand on any marked one if that’s outside of the mat’ you argued back as you finished tending your wound

‘I do not know or understand why you do this to yourself, you are my rider and the strongest, kindest and the most self-sacrificing human I have ever seen. That is why I chose you young one but I can’t stand here and see you repair yourself alone’ she said angrily and cut the connection off

You sighed softly knowing you made your dragon angry yet again but what choice did you have other than this to get your brothers attention?

“Its time for dinner” you said out loud to yourself as you wore your uniform again and went to eat dinner

-

“She’s stumbling” Xaden heard Imogen say with concern

“Who?” Garrick asked though everyone knew who she was talking about

Imogen nervously glanced at Xaden before whispering “Y/n, she wasn’t hurt the last time I saw her and that was like 30 minutes ago, she even beat the guy who challenged her in 20 seconds”

“I have observed this…” Bhodi began “she is always hurt before dinner, I wonder why she covers her face with her hair like that?”

Yet no one moved to check on his sister including him, he didn’t know why they never talked to her. He never restricted them to do anything of that sort. Its just him who avoids talking to her though he should as she is his sister

He had seen it too how withdrawn his sister was and how no one talked to her, how she kept to herself and never bothering anyone with anything. She had taught herself to fight and was the strongest in her year. She had her face covered with her hair as always like she wanted to be invisible or wanted to hide something

You were sitting alone in the far end of the big hall near the trash no one tried talking to you not even the marked ones and just like that you got up. Xaden observed how little you ate, He was concerned for you he was your brother after all

‘You should talk to her’ Sgaeyl urged him, she always did she was fond of his sister and would often stay in the shadows of the forest to look at her talking to her dragon

He saw someone follow you outside he was a marked one too, he would usually ignore Sgaeyl but this time something in his gut made him feel something was wrong and so he stood didn’t explain anything to his friends and walked out following the guy who followed you

He thought the instinct he had was just false maybe the guy just wanted some fresh air, that thought was broken when he hurt a small pained gasp

-

You wanted to go and talk to Cal tell not to be so angry with you since she hasn’t been talking to you, you didn’t know someone was following you until someone grabbed you by the arm and pinned you to the wall

You let out a pained gasp as the wall was pressing against the wounds that were yet to be treated. You lifted your face to look who it was so you could fight back as soon as you saw who it was you stopped struggling, Alex Seraphiswas his name, he was one of your regular beaters

“Where do you think you are going?” he asked in a hushed voice his grip on your arm like stell

“M-my dragon’s waiting for me” you said in a whisper

His eyes narrowed at your whisper “I think she can wait more” he said his grip tightening making you hiss

“You can hit me tomorrow please let me go now” you whimpered

“Oh I don’t want to hit you I want something more” he said as he leaned down to kiss your neck, you were shocked when you realised what he meant this was his revenge on you for beating up his friend on the mat

“No” you said and struggled

“No?” he said in amusement “Last time I checked you can’t fight because of many reasons and-“

He couldn’t finish his sentence as he was thrown back to the wall “who the fuc-“ Alex started his sentence but his voice faltered when he saw who it was, you were stunned too

You had never in your wildest had thought your brother would finally notice you would finally help you

“I am letting you live because your parents helped my father run or I will do something I will not regret” Xaden said calmly as Alex dashed away

He turned around to face you “Xaden-“ you started

“What the heck we-“ he stopped himself when he finally looked at you, your bruised face which you had forgotten to cover with your hair “who the fuck did this!?” he demanded as he held your arm making you hiss

“I will explain later” you whispered to him “I have to go to the lake”

“Why” he demanded his voice filled with concern

“Cal- my dragon she’s waiting for me there” you told him quietly, you honestly didn’t know if he knew your dragons name so you had to mention that to him

Your pov-

“I know your freaking dragons name Y/n!” he said in frustration as he held me and started walking towards the flight field

“Not there” I whispered and told him mine and Cal’s secret place of meeting, he was surprised of course but walked you to the location anyway

As soon as me and Xaden reached your secret spot Cal growled at him as I lifted my hand at her “He isn’t here to hurt me Cal” I said softly

“I don’t believe him but for your sake I won’t do anything to him, if he does anything I will-“

“I know I know” I cut her off

“What did she say?” Xaden asked I was about reply when another dragon landed next to Cal, Sgaeyl Xaden’s dragon ‘what is she doing here’ I thought to myself

“Don’t worry young one she is here to warn your brother” Cal said

‘Warn my brother what?’ I thought to myself

I took a step away from Xaden as he tried to grip me again “I need to heal myself brother” I told him softly as I entered the small lake

I used my signet- water to heal myself. As water is in my body I am able to heal myself and also other cadets when needed but no one knew about it until now

I healed myself and walked towards my dragon “Cal you are not mad at me anymore are you?” I asked softly she turned away before replying ‘how can I possibly be angry with you young one’

I smiled at her words and hugged her head “thank you Cal” I whispered softly

‘I am sorry but I have to do this Y/n’ she said in my head

“What do you mean?” I asked worried this is the first time ever since we bonded that she called me by my name

Then I heard a sound from behind me I turned around quickly to find Xaden on his knees I was about to rush over to him to help him when Sgaeyl blocked my way

‘I am showing him everything that happened with you in the quadrant young one’ Cal said ‘I know it wasn’t my secret to share but I also knew you would never ever tell your brother of your troubles’

“B-but” I stared but was cut off when I heard whimpering “Sgaeyl please let me pass” I begged I needed to get to my brother

She was reluctant I could see it but she moved away as per my request

I quickly rushed to Xaden’s side and kneeled down beside him “Brother” I whispered as I touched his shoulder

“I am sorry” he chocked out as he grabbed me and hugged me tightly “I was so selfish I was thinking about myself and forgot all about you, I-I didn’t know Imogen would break her friendship with you out of loyalties towards me, I didn’t know you would offer yourself to the marked ones to take their anger out, I didn’t know anything yet you never complained and I completely forgot you were only human I let the marked ones hate you because they thought I hated you” he sobbed hugging me

“I don’t hate you sister I never have yes I was angry when mother left us and I took it out on you b-but I didn’t know that would give out the impression that I hated you” he held me tight as though I would vanish if he would let me go “I am sorry I wasn’t there I am so very sorry you are my sister my only sister my blood but I neglected you and even I don’t have a reason for my neglect the only thing I can do is apologise and hope you would give me a chance to prove myself to be a brother to you again”

His words shook me as I started trembling in his arms I have been waiting for him to finally see me and now he has I have never been happier. If this is a dream I hope I never wake up from it ever. I slowly returned the hug

“Of course brother” I whispered to him as we both let out our pain to one another

‘Is it really a new start for me and my brother? Will we be fine? Will I find new friends? Will people start talking to me again? Will Imogen be my friend again?’ I asked myself these questions as I held onto my brother like my life depended on it and this time it was because this was a new start for us and I will make sure nothing bad happens to us ever again

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A/n:

Hello to everyone reading this thank you so much for taking your time to read this fic I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to let you all know I am going to start a new series called "Changing Destiny" which I will be posting in a few hours, please give it lots of love just the way you gave "The Youngest Sorrengail" fic. Also please do comment your thoughts on all my fics

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Izuku Phantom:

"Freckles!"

Izuku couldn't help but smile fondly at Mei's nickname for him. Even if she knew his name, nine times out of ten he was 'freckles' to her. It wasn't that she was being mean, just absentminded.

"Hi Mei." It amazing that such a simple sentence would have had him stuttering just a few months ago. Another thing that he owed Mei, he supposed.

"Come quick!" She shouted as he grabbed him by the arm and practically dragged him further into her makeshift lab. "I have made a breakthrough for your exam baby!"

Izuku blinked at that. "Weren't we just going to have a bo staff with electric pronds st the end?" They had discussed it extensively after all, although it was mostly him trying to prevent Mei from giving him a bazooka. What sort of breakthrough did a stick with two tasers need?

"Pssh, I finished that baby four days ago!" Mei said as she waved him off. "Keep up Freckles!"

Izuku supposed that it made sense. "Wait... Did you sleep in-between those four days Mei?"

"IRRELEVANT!"

Any further discussion was cut off as the two teenagers stopped in front of particularly messy desk. Even with the numerous burn marks and weird green stains, what caught Izuku's attention the most was the strange device strapped to the middle of the table.

From what he could tell, it resembled a chemistry beaker, if a particularly large one. Only this one was filled with a nasty, glowing green liquid. What was stranger however was the oval device on top of the beaker, outfitted with various pipes and valves, from which the green liquid continued to drip into the beaker.

"Behold! Baby number #76, Ectoplasm!" Mei shouted, pride and awe evident in her voice.

It was a shame that the only thing that Izuku could respond with was a meekly "Eh, what?"

Fortunately, Mei took his confusion simply as a reason to keep going. "Speechless, aren't you? Well, don't you worry, for this baby will blow all your worries away! I know that you didn't want the bazooka, but having ranged options is a MUST! What would you do if the villain is out of reach, huh? Throw your stick at him? NO! You need a gun! But weirdly, we aren't allowed to bring ammo into UA, which is dumb because they allow so many dangerous quirks in, but that's besides the point! Thankfully, yours truly has found the perfect solution! A gun that needs no ammo, for it is powered by pure energy! And thus comes in this new form of energy that I discovered, ECTOPLASM!"

Izuku just stood there dumbfounded. He honestly didn't know how to respond. His best friend went and discovered a whole new form of energy just to help him pass the entrance exams. He could already feel his tears threatening to spill everywhere, but he was too overwhelmed to care.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, but when he gathered himself Mei was still mumbling about how she discovered ectoplasm (a habit that she picked from him). He was about to thank her, maybe hug and cry on her as well, when he caught a flashing light in his peripheral vision.

No, it was not a light. It was a spark.

A spark coming from the machine that Mei built.

The machine that was gathering strange, previously unknown energy and turning it into liquid.

A machine built by Mei, who had a track record of accidentally blowing up her 'babies'.

Izuku's body moved on its own.

The explosion came a second after Izuku had cradled Mei's head into his chest, his own body shielding her from the worst. The force of the blast came next, glass and something boiling tearing through his school uniform and finding fresh skin underneath.

As white, hot pain seared itself into every nerve on his back, Izuku Midoriya was thankful that at least his friend wouldn't bear the worst of it.

This is why we teach lab safety

[nishikawa-jun]

(Silence.)

(Pure silence.)

(The sky above was unnaturally calm. The asphalt below her cradled her as she woke from her slumber.)

(Her head felt strange.)

(...)

(Why was she alive?)

(How?)

(She was certain she was dead.)

(She was certain that she had stopped breathing, that her heart had ceased to function, that she had long since slipped away.)

(...)

(So why...)

(Why was she awake...?)

(...)

(She tried to move.)

(To blink.)

(To even breathe.)

(But the harder she tried, the less she could control herself.)

(...)

(Did it hurt?)

(She wasn't sure.)

(Her head felt... weird.)

(Her... everything felt weird.)

(It all felt...)

(...)

(...)

(...)

(...)

(...ah...)

(...)

(Did it... "feel" at all...?)

(...)

(S... strange...)

(She...)

(...)

(...)

(..."she"?)

(She was...)

(What...)

(What... was...)

(...)

(Her body moved.)

(The only reason she knew this was because of the slight movement in her eyes, shifting her vision ever so slightly.)

(She... she wasn't moving, or at least she didn't think she was.)

(Not... on purpose.)

(...)

(...)

(Why was she awake?)

(It's not like she could move. Or feel. Or even think. This could almost be classified as some strange kind of torture, although she can't quite process the concept of "torture" right now, nor is she aware of that. She isn't quite aware of... anything, really.)

(Just... vague patterns of light, and the general idea of being "awake," and the sound of...)

(...)

(...)

(Th... the sound...)

(Sound... of......)

(...)

(Ah...)

(Something... something felt... familiar.)

(...)

(In her head, in her decaying, dysfunctional brain, something seemed to... almost activate, and somehow, she...)

(...)

(...)

(...)

.. . .. .. a . .. . a h . .. . .. . .. . ?

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Guysss, the feedback has been so nice and feeling so much support from the fanfiction world. As always I appreciate you all reading! ❤️

Some one suggested I write from Smoke's POV and honestly I love that! So here's a little take!

Trying to find longevity in my ideas so it's taking me longer to push out! Nonetheless, here we go.

Smoke x Annie

Warning: Sexual Content.

ENJOY.

I was in the Delta after 7 suem years. Chicago ran its course and Stack and I were ready to go.

Home was the first place I wanted to come back to. I had somebody waiting on me. Two somebody's and I didn't know how to approach it.

"Boy I see you getting tense," Stack joked. I laughed it off. But i was tense.

I was nervous. Cause all I could think of was her. If she'd have me back. If she felt the same. I was sweating.

"Stack, think you can drop me off by Annie's?" I asked.

"Fasho' but don't get too caught up. We still got business to handle," he replied.

To be honest, I ain't come here for no juke. I came for her. The juke just something to keep me here.

"You think she'll have me back?" I could always open up to my brother. He never judged me, never made me feel dumb for wanting someone I aint seen in 7 years.

"Oh she'll have you back. You can't get rid of a Moore. No matter how many spells she cast," he grinned. That relaxed me a bit. But I still had a bit of unease going into this situation.

It's like she knew I was coming. She was standing right on the front porch. Hand on hip. God she was beautiful.

Chocolate skin that danced in the sunlight. Beautiful brown eyes that cut right throught you. She was perfect and hopefully.. she was mine.

I got out of the car, closing the door and adjusting my clothes. Even though Stack starch and pressed my clothes perfectly. Under her eye, I was nervous.

I approached her anyway.

"And what do you want?" she sucked her teeth.

Damn, right out the gate she was fiesty.

"I came to see you, I really need to talk to you," I replied.

Her eyes rolled so hard to the back of her head, I thought they were gonna fall out.

"Elijah please don't come around here on no bullshit." She was mad. She had every right.

And my nerves were dancing.

"Annie, I just wanna be civiliz-," she cut me off. "You think I give a damn about being civilized with you? You done rolled in from God knows where and what?," her arms were swinging back and forth in the air with every word.

But I knew her. I knew to just be honest here. One thing we always said was to just be honest.

"I came here to make things right with ya," I stumbled over my words. "It's not a day that went by that I didn't want you." I sunk into myself under her glare.

A moment of silence passed between us. The air was so thick.

I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of hers. Looking for questions ask. Looking for answers. Needing an explanation.

"Where you been Smoke?"

"Chicago." I replied, wanting to meet her with full honesty I raised my head and stood up straight.

"Why you leave with no explanation?"

"If I would've told you, I would've stayed and I was too scared to do that."

She leaned back into her thoughts. Wheels turning in her head so hard, I could see steam coming out her eats.

"What was you doin' down there?"

"Working." I knew that wouldn't be a good enough answer.

"Working on fucking what, Smoke? Be so fuckin' serious right now," her left eyebrow was raised now and she couldn't even try to hide the irritation if she wanted to.

"We went up there to make some money, it was dangerous. Got into some shit. Came back down here to lay low." I knew it sounded like bullshit. I knew I would need answers.

"So what? You here cause you needa' place to stay?" she cackled. I wasn't welcomed here. At least that's what it felt like. "You got one more chance to tell me why you here and then I'm gon leave you where you standing," her hands were on her hips now.

"I want you. I tried to convince myself that I was coming back here for other reasons but, I know that aint true. The only thing I came for is you, Annie." Her feet shifting, she back thinking and to be honest I knew I was fucked.

"Did you fuck anybody while you was in Chicago?" Her face was dead straight. I swallowed hard. Nervous as fuck to tell her.

"Yes."

What once was the fiesty woman in front of me now look like a lost puppy. I broke her. Tears welled in her eyes and I had no way to fix it. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up.

The moment I was intimate with someone else I felt our connection sever. But that was my first month or so in Chicago. I was lonely and sad. And instead of writing my wrongs with her, I chose to be with someone else.

"Leave," she said throught sniffles.

She looked up at me. Eyes red.

"Leave, Elijah." I didn't move.

She approached me, so close that she's breathing what I am exhaling.

"I waited for you. My body waited. My mind waited. I waited for you and you left me high and dry. Then you come back all these years and what?" She's crying so hard. Fist balled up, pounding my chest. I let her. I deserve it.

"Annie, you gotta understand. Soon as I did it i regretted it. That was 7 years ago-"

"It don't matter Elijah. Somebody had a piece of you that was mine. Sacred to just us," her head was down now.

I feel like shit.

She planted her hands on both sides of my chest.

"I had some type of hope for us all this time. I just knew that my man would come back to me," her voice cold.

"I am right here," I'm pleading. My hands wrap around her waste but she pushes me off.

"I want you gone." She turned away from me, walked back into her house and, closed the door.

I couldn't give up so easy, I needed her back. So I walked up the stairs and I sat on the chair. I stayed there. 'As long as it takes.' I would do whatever to have her.

I heard shuffling inside, which prompted me to look up. It was her, in the window. Unimpressed. She closed the blinds and I was met with the sound of the door locking. Which meant GO AWAY. But I wasn't doing that.

The next morning..

I don't think she expected to see me, being as thought she let out a scream when she opened her front door to me sitting there.

"You scared the shit out of me," she exclaimed holding her chest. "What are you still doing here?"

"I want you," I said.

She let out a laugh that would hurt any mans pride.

She went along her day. Running errands, the shop, chores and visits with friends.

She acted as if I wasn't there. And that hurt me bad. Bit I deserved it.

I could hear an engine sputtering from down the road. Wondering who it could possibly be.

It was Stack. "Bro, she got you sitting outside her door like you a stray cat." He was laughing and it broke me out of my mood.

"Man she aint fuck with me, AT ALL," I chuckled quietly.

"I just rode by to see wassup wit ya," he said. "I figured Annie stubborn ass wasn't going for that."

"Nigga you said fasho she was gon have me back. Yo punk ass just be talkin," I recanted with a weak ass smile.

"Sittin' outside her door gon do the trick, you know she aint got the heart to be so cruel," he said.

"Speaking of which, think you can roll me up a couple cigarettes? If ima sit here, Ima smoke sum."

"Fasho, I got 6 rolled up for you right here. Figured you'd need em,"

We said our goodbyes and he was gone whever the wind to em.

I sat back down in my spot and watched as the sun began to go down.

The front door lock came undone and it creaked open.

It was her. Checking on me. Even thought she was so tough yesterday.

"You ate today Elijah?"

"I be sittin' here all day, aint going nowhere til I got you." I was determined.

"You so damn extra. Just come eat." She walked away but left the door open. I followed her in.

...

Fried fish, cornbread, cabbage, yams and mac.

Her food was so good, I had 3 plates. But once the scraping of my fork against the plate stopped, the tension came back.

"Was the food good?"

"You know the food was good Annie." I'm getting irritated because where is this going. Even though I had no right to be upset.

I just want her back. But I know I gotta get through the hard part first.

Her eyes went black, I could see she was working herself up.

"When you fucked her did you like it?"

Here we go.

"I'm a man Annie," I answered honestly. "but I wanted you."

She laughed, unconvinced.

"You wanted me so bad, you went and fucked somebody else."

I took it. I deserved it.

"Was her pussy better than mine?"

I hate that I even let shit get so bad between us that she even thought to compare herself to some random girl. That was my fault.

"Nobody will ever be better than you," I was honest.

"Did you give her your seed?"

"Fuck no, the only person I've ever given that to is you."

I stood up and walked over to her, my turn to invade her space.

Both our chest rising and falling at the same time, due to close proximity.

"Smoke back up," she's moving away from me with her hand up to create space.

"No," I back her into a wall.

I kiss her. Immediately her hands go to the back of my head pulling me in closer. She opens her mouth to grant my tongue entrance. Our spit being exchanged, I pulled back from the feverish kiss. I look into her eyes and I am madly in love.

I leave a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. Swirling my tongue in circles, sucking hard and soothing it with a soft kiss. My hands found her ass, pulling and squeezing it. Eliciting moans and gasps.

"Smoke," she whimpers. "We shouldn't be doing this."

That didn't stop me, I was in and she wasn't going to stop me.

I slip my hands into the front of her waistband to find a hot and wet pussy. Coating my fingers in her sex, she throws her had back up against the wall.

I'm swiping over her pussy with just enough pressure to get her close but not enought to go over the edge.

"Elijah.. I- Ahh-," she couldn't even speak I was fingering her pussy so good.

The moment was abandoned with a stiff push. She pushed me off her. 'Did I hurt her?'

"I can't do this. I can't let you hurt me the way you did. And you get to just.. come back?" She was standing firm in her boundary. And I was at a loss for words.

"Annie, I'm trying to show you," fat ass knot in my throat.

"I can't take your word for it Elijah. It has to be constant, not when you want it."

She walked to the mirror at the end of the hallway. I followed. Only, talking to me through the relectuon and not turning around to address me head on.

"I think you should go,' her head tucked damn near between her shoulders.

"I'm gonna leave now, but I will prove to you that this IS constant. That I never stopped loving you. That I want to be with you," not caring if I convinced her in this moment. I was convinced. I was getting her back and that was final.

She walked me to the door and before I made it down the steps she called after me.

"I hope you stand firm in your words," followed by a weak smile on both our ends.

"I will," and I turned from her with my head held high.

I was going to get her back. If it is the last thing I do.

[acourtofthought]

Do you know what they’re saying about their belief that Elain is being forced to be with Lucien and that’s why her story will center on choice to not be with him? It makes no sense to me especially since we’ve seen that Feysand and Nessian in a way, had even less control over their feelings for each other because they didn’t know fate was involved. Elain and Lucien have known about their bond from the very beginning meaning MORE choice. What makes them think Elain has less choice than Feyre or Nesta? What’s their reasoning for hating the Elucien bond, when compared to Feyre and Nesta Elain doesn’t even hate her mate? Feyre and Nesta clearly did hate or at least borderline hated theirs at first.

So when Nesta, word for word said, "I don't know what I want. I didn't have a choice" and when Cassian responded, "Well, I didn't have a choice in being shackled to you, either" they somehow got the impression other pairings had more choice than Elain and Lucien?

The fact is none of them got to choose who their mate was. Not Rhys, not Feyre, not Lucien or Elain. Had Lucien been able to choose he probably would have chosen Jesminda way back when. For Elain it would have been Graysen. Had Rhys gotten to choose my guess is he would have never gone searching in the human lands for his possible mate. For Az? Mor, hands down. Feyre would have wanted Tamlin to be hers in ACOWAR and the start of ACOMAF.

Where is the outrage over lack of support for those pairings? Elain desperately wanted to return to Graysen but I don't think a single person in this fandom was hopeful for their reunion.

The LoA chose to stay with Beron, does that mean we should respect that for her character or are we still allowed to hope that she finds a way to break free from him?

I think Sarah has demonstrated through her writing that "choice" is trash unless it's accompanied by other important factors.

The other sides fixation on choice and choice alone reads a bit like "But Daddy I Love Him." Sure, someone can choose to be with whoever they want but when he turns out to be a lying, cheating, deadbeat who leaves you alone and pregnant at 16 years old you start to realize that maybe there is more to dating than freedom to choose.

I'm not religious (and I know Sarah is Jewish) but Sarah's message seems more "Jesus, Take the Wheel." Where you realize there are times when you have to accept there being forces at work that know a bit more than us. Where even a 500 something year old fae (and especially not a 20 something year old human who doesn't fully understand magic) is still not as wise and all knowing as the creator of all. No, someone doesn't have to like the Fated Mates trope and they can choose not to read it but you can't act like Sarah J Maas feels the same. To her, it is a beautiful thing, to have Fate know better and though her FMCs initially push against their mates in an act of rebellion, after healing and growth they finally see why that person was made in the likeness of the other half of their soul.

"But Sarah wrote some bonds aren't matched!" Yeah, for characters we could not give a shit about. Sorry but does anyone really care that Rhys's dad and mom were a poor fit? They gave us Rhys, right? Nobody is about to wish away his creation which led to his meeting Feyre which led to us reading about all our favorites just because some want to take up the crusade about choice but only for one particular pairing.

As the author, it's as simple as putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) for Elain and Lucien to choose each other in the next book (or the one after). They conveniently forget how Sarah also said, "is it choice? Is it fate? Or is it both?" Feysands romance is wildly celebrated and that romance was clearly "both" since Rhys knew about his bond with Feyre early on and she said her heart knew he belonged to her even before she realized it so why would she want any of her other main characters to have something less than that? Why, when Feysand, Quinlar, Rowealin, and Nessian had Fate and Choice at work in their relationships, wouldn't she want that for Elain / Lucien, Az and possibly Gwyn?

And you're right, Elain and Lucien knowing about their bond gives them more choice than either Feyre or Nesta. All Feyre and Nesta had was the illusion of choice but it was only ever that, an illusion, because they felt drawn to Rhys and Cassian from the start but didn't understand why and falling in love with them was never actually organic because it was the bond tugging them to one another the whole time. At least Elain and Lucien have had the time as individuals to keep their distance and sort through the different emotions they're experiencing, "is this me or is this the bond?" in a way that the other pairings never did.

She's not going to give any of her pairings less than what her other couples have. The only difference is in the angst and tension they experience along the way. For Feysand, it was Rhys who knew about their bond first. For Nessian, they both suspected from the start but didn't really know for sure until they fell in love. For Rowealin, she knew first. For Quinlar, it was something they realized simultaneously after becoming friends then falling in love. And for Elucien, it was something that happened when they were complete strangers locking eyes for the first time.

Choice means nothing when it's clear the FMCs "choice" would be one that holds her back from reaching her full potential and that's exactly what Elain choosing Az would be.