#I wish Oliver never found out about him so he could be happy and have a somewhat normal life🥲

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

WILLIAM THIS POOR CHILD😭😭😭

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.14 - Chris Sturniolo

All parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, cutesie fr, nice at the start, slight mentions of toxic household, slightly suggestive, mentions of drinking, violence, intense, not proofread!)

A/n: I’m coming to the end of this series, there’s probably gonna be like 1 or 2 more parts after this or something, I’ll try make the finale pretty long! Thank you for all the support on this series and ily all!

A week later..

I haven’t been home in a week, my mom actually seemed to care that I was missing and she called a few people or something and she found out I was here, I spoke to her on the phone and reassured her I was safe but I couldn’t face going home.

“I wish I could just move outta there.” I sigh, sat up to the table with Marylou, Jimmy, Nick, Matt and Chris eating dinner. Chris’ hand rubs my thigh gently, “why don’t you move out? You’re 18 aren’t you?” Jimmy pipes up, I think in my head and realise that I’m the legal age to move out of my house.

But then it hits me.

“Yeah but I’d need to save up for an apartment, I don’t even have a job.” I bite my lip gently, “you could move in here!” Marylou spoke excitedly. I look up at her swiftly, “I wouldn’t wanna do that, what if you get sick of me?” I smile softly at the offer.

“How could I get sick of you? You’re like the daughter I never had.” She grins in a gentle manner, “woah that’s weird mom.” Chris says, motioning between me and him, “dating remember?” He laughs.

“It wasn’t literal, I meant we can do gardening and have girly nights!” Her voice is full of happiness and excitement. “That would be nice, I really don’t want to burden any of you though.” I look around to Nick and Matt.

“You literally helped me get a boyfriend y/n, I love you, you can stay here forever!” Nick smirks, my mouth opens, “you never said you guys are dating now!” I reply shocked but happy. He nods softly and goes red. Nick and Oliver went on a few dates in the past week and Oliver has been filling me in on some details, but I’m so glad they’re together.

“I can teach you how to do Pokémon Go.” Matt spoke and Chris huffs and chuckles, “Matt why do you always bring up Pokémon Go? She’s probably heard about it like 100 times now.” I laugh and look at Matt, “I’d love to learn how to play it.” I reassure him, a grin creeping across his face. He does a cocky smirk at Chris before Chris pulls his glasses off of his face as Matt tries to grab them back.

I roll my eyes jokingly at their fighting and Marylou chuckles softly, “if you want the offer is here at anytime, we have a spare bedroom so you can have some time to yourself,” she side eyes the boys fighting, “but you’re always welcome.” She reaches over the table and grabs my hand comfortingly.

“I will probably take you up on the offer, I think I’ll have to talk to my mom first though which I’m dreading.” I smile before she drops my hands and nods her head, “if you want I can come with you to let your mother know you’d be safe with us.” I had turned my head to Chris and Matt but quickly return it to face her when she said that.

“Would you really? I’d feel more comfortable for sure.” I asked, “yes of course sweetie, I bet Chris would love you being around here more, when you’re not here you’re all he talks about.” She smirks over to him and his cheeks redden.

He looks at me and grins before shrugging to Marylou. “I’d love you here more..” He whispers in a tone that causes me to squeeze my thighs together lightly.

We finish eating and I help Marylou wash up the dishes, “if you want to get it over with we can go to your mom’s house after we’ve done this?” She offers, I look to the clock the hands point the time to 6:15.

I sigh contentedly, “yes please.” I dry my hands, Marylou pulls me in for a hug and I hug her back.

“Matt?” Marylou calls, and shortly after Matt walks in, his hair ruffled and messy probably from fighting with Chris. “Yeah?” He asks her as he leans up on the counter. “Could you drive me and Lexi to her house?” She asks politely, and Matt nods, “yeah sure, should I ask Chris to come?” He looks at me, “I think it would be best he waited here, so my dad doesn’t try any funny business with him.”

Chris walks in, “is it okay if you stay here while we go to my Moms house. So my dad doesn’t try to show off and cause shit to happen?” I ask Chris, walking over to him as he wraps his arms around my waist and looks at Matt and his mom, “yeah okay baby, I need to shower anyway,” he directs his attention to Matt and Marylou, “keep her safe yeah?” They nod, Chris plants a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I’ll see you later okay?” He smirked, “okay.” I smiled back.

“Should we head off?” Matt asks us and Marylou looks at me, “yeah let’s go.” I say nervously.

I hop in the passenger seat next to Matt and Marylou sits in the back. Soft music plays through the speakers, “I’ll come in with you, so they take you seriously.” Marylou spoke from behind me, “yeah thank you.” I look back at her and smile.

“Matt you can wait in the car unless we really need you to come in.” Marylou sorta commands him and Matt nods, “why do I feel like I’m a soldier taking orders.” Matt starts laughing and we join in.

We pull into my street and I have a rush of anxiety hit me, I swallow harshly. “It’s okay just take deep breathes, that’s what I do when I get anxiety.” I nod as we pull up outside my house and I hop out the car, Marylou following me.

I walk up the front steps and knock the door, Marylou standing behind me. Shortly after my mom opens the door, and her face drops when she notices me. She looks behind me at Marylou, “can I talk to you?” I say and she lets us in.

“How have you been I haven’t seen you in a we-” I cut her off, “where is he?” I ask sternly. She looks around and then to the kitchen, “in the kitchen.. why?” She replies.

“Also who is this woman?” She points at Marylou, “I’m Marylou.. Chris’ mother.” She smiles at my mother and my mom just looks back at me. “Why is she here with you?” She asks, her voice lowering as to not alert my father.

“I’m gonna get straight to the point…” I sigh, “Mom I wanna move out.” I look up at her anxiously awaiting her reaction, “what?” She spoke harshly, “why?” I look at Marylou who nods at me reassuringly, “I don’t wanna live in a house with a man who abused me.. us.” I raise the inner corners of my brows.

“You need to get over it y/n.. he’s changed.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t care I can’t be here with him.. I’m leaving.” I sigh. “Where you gonna go huh?” Her brows knitted together.

“She’s gonna come live with me and my family, we have a spare room she’ll be safe with us.” Marylou nods and rubs my back slightly. My mother groans, “fine, leave me like everyone does.” She looks at me, trying to guilt me into staying, “don’t emotional blackmail me.. I’m doing what’s best for me.” I point at my chest.

I hear stumbling behind my mom and my dad walks into the hallway. He’s slightly drunk, I can tell from his stance and the fact there’s a beer bottle in his hand. “Hey darling.” He slurs his words as he walks over to me and tries to hug me, I step out the way and he stumbles again. “Hug your dad.” He tries to hug me again, gripping my arm.

“Get the fuck off of me right now.” I yell. His eyes widen and he stumbles back. He grinds his teeth, “you little bitch.” He spat at me before walking closer again, Marylou pushes him back slightly, “leave her alone.” She says in a strict voice.

“Fuck you.” He shouts and walks towards Marylou, I hear a noise coming to the front door and it opens slightly, Matt poking his head around it.. “I heard yelling is everyone-” he started to speak but his eyes darted to my father closing on Marylou. “Get the fuck away from my mom.” He entered the house fully and slammed the door behind him.

My dad turned to face him, “who’s this?” He asks my mom, “that’s Chris, y/n’s boyfriend.” I scoff, “no that’s Matt, Chris’ brother.. remember they’re triplets?” I say and my mom shrugs.

“Why are you in my house glasses boy?” My dad has turned his attention to Matt now, “it’s not your house it’s mom-” I go to speak but am interrupted by my dad’s hand against my cheek. “Shut up.” He hissed. I feel tears brew in my eyes as memories flood back from when my dad used to hurt me.

“You do not hit your daughter.” Marylou spoke loudly, pulling me into a hug, “and don’t you even touch my son.” She added on.

“Get the fuck out my face.” Matt scoffed, “you’re not a real man if you hurt your daughter.” Matt taunts, “Matt don’t..” I say quietly.

“Little shit.” My dad spoke in a gruff voice and he swung the glass bottle that’s in his hand, at Matt. Luckily because he was drunk his aim was shit so it smashed on the wall next to Matt. “You missed.” Matt teased.

“Imagine if Chris was here,” Matt laughs, “shit would go down for real.” My dad swings for Matt again and Marylou yells, “Hit my son and I’ll kill you.” I had never seen Marylou fully angry, it was scary.

My dad ignores her words and slams his fist into Matts ribs. Matt yells out in pain, my mother finally stops just standing there and intervenes. “Let’s go calm down yeah?” She spoke. He nodded drunkenly and she dragged him into the living room.

“He’s changed y/n.. I promise.” I mimic my mother’s words to her and she scoffs. Marylou is hugging Matt and making sure he’s okay. “Yeah I’m good mom he just hit my rib cage.. motherfucker.. you okay?” He says to me and I nod, tears streaming down my face.

“You’re definitely moving in with us okay sweetie? We can report him to the police or something.” Marylou reassures me as she starts to walk upstairs, “where you going?” Matt asks. “To grab the rest of y/n’s clothes.” She smiled to me before rushing up the stairs and returning about 5 minutes later.

“There was a plastic bag in your room I filled it with all your clothes.” She grabbed my hand and nodded. “Thank you.” I whisper.

We walk out of the house and I slam the door behind me.. once we’re in the car I breakdown in tears. “Oh sweetheart it’s okay.. Chris is back at the house remember? You can cuddle or something..” she chuckles softly and I do too. “You were crazy for taunting him like that.” I laugh to Matt, as he starts the car.

“He called me glasses boy.” He laughs, squeaking slightly. We all erupt in laughter, my sadness still hidden underneath but I feel much more relaxed and happy when I’m with Chris and his family.

A/n: good riddance to y/n’s dad fr. Matt and Marylou carries this part fr 😭😂 poor y/n tho wtfff! I’m so excited to write the finale.. it’ll be a long one (that’s what she said) but it’ll have smut and all the good stuff in it!

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Little mastermind part five

THE GIF IS NOT MINE

Pairing: Troy Otto/Reader

Summary: This chapter is a wild ride. Troy seems to be seeking out Y/n less since the accident. She thinks it’s because it’s going so well in the group and he doesn’t need her help so much. That soon turns out to be wishful thinking.

Part: 3/?

Masterlist

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Hours later, Y/N was stable but still unconscious. Troy remained by her side, his hand clasped around hers as he sat in a chair next to the bed, his expression a mixture of worry and hope. After a few minutes, Tracy joined him, settling into his lap and gently taking Y/N’s hand from his grasp.

Troy, weary but attentive, turned to Tracy. “Tracy, can you tell me again what happened out there?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.

Tracy hesitated. After a moment, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I asked y/n if she thought you were in love with her.”

Troy’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “Why would you ask her that?” he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

Tracy’s gaze dropped, her voice tinged with sadness. “Mom died when I was so young, and I never really knew what it was like to have a real family. Seeing how you and y/n are together, I thought maybe…”

Troy’s face softened as he listened to his daughter. This was a side of parenting he hadn’t anticipated and one he sure wasn’t ready for.

“Tracy, I do love y/n, but it’s as a very dear friend. Since your mom passed away, I haven’t even considered finding new love. Y/n is someone who has been there for us, but I don’t see her in that way.”

Tracy’s expression showed a mix of disappointment and understanding. “But Mom’s been gone for so long, Dad. I just want you to be happy. I see how y/n makes you smile, and I think she makes you happy. Isn’t that important?”

Troy sighed, his heart aching for his daughter. “I know you want the best for me, Tracy. And I appreciate that. But right now, we’re focused on surviving day by day. We don’t even have a stable home. I am too busy to think about anything else.”

Tracy looked at him with a desperate expression. “But y/n feels like a mom to me. I really care about her.”

He glanced back at Y/n, still unconscious but breathing steadily. “I’m glad you feel that way about her,” he said gently. “It means a lot that you have found someone who cares for you. But I want to be honest with you. I’m not in love with her, and I’m sorry if that’s not what you hoped for.”

Tracy nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I just wanted us to be a family.”

Troy hugged her close, feeling the weight of the moment. “We’ll figure things out,” he said softly. “For now, let’s focus on getting y/n back to full health and making sure she knows how much she means to us.”

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A few weeks had passed since Y/n’s injury, and each day brought a bit more strength and recovery. Her body was regenerating its blood cells, and she could feel herself growing stronger with each passing day.

The group had reached a level of efficiency that felt almost seamless, as if every wheel had been oiled after years of grinding.

Her teenage apprentices had proven themselves ready to handle real patients. Olive was thriving in her role, and to Y/n’s surprise, it seemed that Troy’s need for her assistance had magically diminished.

Troy’s conversation with Tracy had been gnawing at him, the seeds of doubt firmly taking root in his mind. He found himself questioning his own feelings. Self-reflection wasn’t his strength—he preferred things direct and clear-cut, without the messiness of his emotions clouding his judgment.

Because of this, he had been seeking Y/N out less and less. Every time they did speak, he found himself lingering on their conversations long after they’d ended. He would lie awake at night, replaying their exchanges in his head, searching for answers to questions he hadn’t even wanted to ask. It frustrated him, this incessant need to analyze every word, every gesture.

There was a part of him that knew exactly why this was happening. But it couldn’t be, not after all this time. He needed to get his shit together and stop acting like the overly hormonal young man that he was when he met her.

Just because a nine-year-old wanted them together, didn’t mean it had to be so.

“Damnit” he sighed

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Y/N was finally able to walk around again, her strength slowly returning after weeks of recovery. It was good timing too—supplies were running low, and with the group growing, their needs were becoming harder to meet. They couldn’t stay here much longer.

She made her way to where the so-called ‘guards’ stood, waiting for the supply run party to return. Tracy was already there, standing with her hands clasped in front of her, her small face serious as she watched the gates intently. Y/N smiled softly as she approached the young girl.

“You didn’t visit me today,” Y/N said gently, stopping beside her.

Tracy turned to her, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, before she looked down at her feet. “I wanted to, but Dad said you needed to rest… and Olive needed help with the toddlers.”

Y/N chuckled, reaching out to smooth a lock of Tracy’s hair behind her ear. “Your dad’s probably right. But I’m feeling better now. I’m glad you’re helping Olive though—you’re becoming quite the little helper.”

Tracy looked up again, a small, proud smile crossing her face. “I like helping. But… I missed you.”

Y/N’s heart warmed at that, and she gave Tracy’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I missed you too. I’ll make sure to see you tomorrow, alright?”

Before Tracy could respond, the sound of engines approaching drew their attention. The supply run party was pulling through the gates, the truck rumbling to a stop. Tracy’s face lit up immediately, and she stood on her toes, scanning the group until her eyes landed on her father. Y/N followed her gaze and saw Troy stepping out of the truck, his usual serious expression softened as he spotted his daughter.

“There’s your dad,” Y/N said with a smile, nudging Tracy gently.

Tracy didn’t hesitate. She darted off toward her father, and Y/N watched as Troy crouched to meet her halfway, scooping her into his arms. He spoke to her in low tones, pulled a small copy of ‘the little prince’ from his pocket and Tracy giggled in response, her earlier seriousness completely gone now that her father was back.

Y/N found herself smiling at the sight but couldn’t ignore the strange feeling that tugged at her chest. Things were going well. The group was functioning smoothly, they were working together efficiently, and her own health was improving. But there was an undercurrent of unease, something she couldn’t quite put into words.

Troy’s gaze lifted, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. He gave her a small nod of acknowledgment, and Y/N felt the weight of unspoken words pass between them before he turned his attention back to Tracy. She wondered if he sensed the same uncertainty she did.

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I knocked softly, more out of habit than necessity, before slipping inside. Troy was at the desk, looking over a map, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glanced up when I entered but didn’t say anything, just gave a slight nod.

I shut the door quietly behind me, a subtle click echoing in the room. “Did you find anything today?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, but the tension was creeping in, the fear that things were getting worse pressing down on me.

Troy leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t answer right away, which only made my anxiety spike. Finally, he sighed, his eyes meeting mine. “Not much,” he admitted. “We got some food, but it’s not enough. Not for long.”

I nodded, trying to push down the growing sense of dread. I had feared this. “How long do we have?”

“A week. Maybe two, if we ration well.”

The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick. “And the medical supplies?”

Troy shook his head. “Didn’t come across anything useful out there.”

I swallowed hard, crossing my arms as I leaned against the door. “So, we’re going to have to move soon.” It wasn’t a question; it was the truth we’d both known for a while now.

Troy rubbed his temples, the tension clear in his movements. “Yeah. We can’t stay here much longer. But we need a solid plan. If we leave without knowing where we’re going, we’ll end up worse off.”

I exhaled slowly, letting his words sink in. It was always like this—trying to make decisions for the entire group, trying to keep everyone safe. But we were running out of time and resources. And the uncertainty of what lay ahead was always gnawing at the edges of everything we did.

“Do you think we’ll find a place?” I asked, my voice softer now. “A place where we can really settle?”

He looked at me then, his eyes weary but still holding that unshakable resolve. “We have to. I promised everyone we’d find something. I promised you.”

There was something in the way he said that last part, something that made me feel both comforted and uneasy at the same time. I wanted to believe in that promise, and I did, but I also knew how fragile promises could be in a world like this.

I stepped closer to the desk, resting a hand on the edge. “We’ll make it,” I said, more for myself than him. “We’ve made it this far.”

Troy gave a small nod, but the weight of the conversation hung between us, unspoken fears lingering in the silence.

I looked at Troy, really looked at him this time. There was something in the way he sat there, the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes lingered on the map in front of him, but didn’t really seem to be seeing it. It wasn’t just the exhaustion—though we were all running on fumes at this point—it was something else, something deeper.

“Hey,” I said softly, stepping closer to him. “Are you okay?”

He glanced up at me, startled, like I had pulled him out of some distant thought he’d been trapped in. He opened his mouth to respond, but then hesitated. His usual quick answer didn’t come. Instead, he just stared at me for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to let me in on whatever was weighing him down.

He finally shrugged, his eyes dropping back to the map. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the words felt empty, lacking the usual conviction.

I wasn’t buying it. “Troy, come on. You don’t look fine.” I moved to sit on the edge of the desk, forcing him to meet my gaze again. “You’ve been off lately. Is it the run? The supplies?”

His jaw tightened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest defensively. “It’s just… everything,” he admitted after a long pause. “The supplies, the group, trying to keep everything together.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a tired gesture I’d seen him do a thousand times. “I’m trying to make the right decisions, but it’s… harder now.”

I frowned. “Harder how?”

He hesitated again, and I could see the war going on in his head. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m second-guessing myself,” he admitted, the words tumbling out like he hadn’t meant to say them. “I don’t usually… but lately…” He trailed off, looking down at his hands.

I blinked, surprised by the confession. Troy never doubted himself, at least not openly. He was always the one who had the answers, who kept us all moving forward. Seeing him like this was unsettling, like watching a pillar start to crack.

“What’s making you doubt yourself?” I asked, my voice gentle.

He shook his head, but I could see the tension in his expression. “I don’t know. Everything. Tracy, the group, you—” He stopped short, his lips pressing into a tight line as if he’d said too much.

I raised an eyebrow at that last part. “Me?”

He rubbed a hand across his face, clearly frustrated with himself. “It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”

I wasn’t about to let that slide. “No, Troy. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

He looked at me again, this time with a conflicted expression that I couldn’t quite read. “It’s just… lately, I’ve been thinking about things I shouldn’t. Things that aren’t important right now. And it’s distracting me. I can’t afford distractions.”

I tilted my head, trying to understand. “What things?”

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought he might actually tell me. But then he shook his head again, standing up abruptly and turning away. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I need to stay focused on what’s important.”

I stood up too, crossing my arms as I watched him pace a little. “Troy, whatever’s on your mind, it clearly matters to you. And if it’s affecting you this much, then it’s important.”

He stopped pacing and looked at me, his expression softening just slightly. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Y/n” he admitted quietly, the vulnerability in his voice surprising me. “I’ve always had a clear direction, but now… everything feels off-balance.”

I took a step closer, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to figure everything out on your own, you know. We’re in this together.”

He looked down at my hand for a moment, then back up at me. There was something in his eyes—something uncertain, something conflicted—but before I could read it, he pulled away, stepping back. “I know. I just… need some time to think.”

I nodded slowly, though part of me felt like we were leaving something unsaid. “Alright. But don’t shut me out, okay? If you need to talk, I’m here.”

Troy gave a small, reluctant nod. “Thanks.”

I watched him for a moment longer, wanting to say more, but unsure of what. There was a distance between us now, one I hadn’t noticed before. And I wasn’t sure what it meant, or if I should even try to bridge it.

“I’ll let you get back to work,” I said finally, turning to leave, though the tension in the room stayed heavy. As I reached the door, I glanced back at him, hoping that whatever was going on in his head, he’d figure it out soon

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[dustofthedailylife]

"There Are A Million Reasons To Be Happy - But You Are Mine."

Alhaitham x (gn!)Reader tags// angst, very bittersweet, no comfort, mentions of death

A/N: Short drabble that I needed to get out of my system sjdklsjkf. I do not take any responsibility for any possible emotional damage this may cause btw... *cough*

You never thought the day you'd lose Alhaitham forever would come so soon. Not when you had still planned to do so much together. Not when you still had your entire life ahead of you.

But then that fatal accident happened no one could have possibly foreseen.

Never in a million years did you think that Alhaitham would be taken from you in such a cruel way. Never did you expect you'd wish him a nice day in the morning and would never be able to hear his voice again after.

Now you were sitting on the cold stone floor of his office in your shared home seeking comfort in flipping through the pages of his favorite books.

Your throat too coarse to scream anymore, your body too weak to spill more tears. Numbness was the only thing left inside your hollow heart.

The spines and pages of the books before you were worn down by the excessive use they had found on a daily basis. And yet they felt familiar - comforting.

Little notes on some pages, bookmarks stuck in between others that made you feel like he was still with you. Made you feel like he was about to come home and would continue reading where he left off the day prior.

They felt like a little piece of him that was proof that he existed. That he was once part of your life.

And then you found the book in the drawer of his desk. It was a small olive-green leather book titled "Reasons To Be Happy". You had never seen it before yet it felt like it contained a key part of him.

You picked it up with shaky hands and began flipping through the pages. But soon your vision became blurred. Tears, you no longer knew you were able to spill, pooled in your eyes and left wet streaks in their wake as they cascaded down your face once more. Because as soon as you realized what the contents of the little book in your hands were, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

It contained a compendium of handwritten entries dating all the way back to the day you and Alhaitham met.

Everything you had done since that had filled him with joy, every trip and memory that had made him smile, no matter how minuscule they might've seemed to you - they were in here, recorded forever.

"You kissed my forehead and draped a blanket over me when you thought I fell asleep on the sofa." "You gifted me the book I briefly mentioned I wanted." "We went on a trip to a desert oasis together today. You're the reason I find enjoyment in even the most desolate places." "You were surprised you got the job you applied for, but I always knew you would. Your beaming smile that day made me fall in love all over again."

And the title page read: "There are a million reasons to be happy and a million things to find happiness in - but you are mine."

Do not repost, copy, translate or edit - © dustofthedailylife || reblogs, comments, and asks about Genshin, HSR or my fics are always greatly appreciated and motivate me!

[lunarbuck]

" Are you wearing my shirt?"

AHHHHHH thank you for the ask alice <3

pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.5k

Sneak Peek: I know what I want, what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on you all those months ago. I just need you to say the word.

warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), fluff

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You grumble to yourself as you walk down the hall, your t-shirt sticking to you like a second skin. You know it was an accident, but still. No one enjoys getting beer dumped down their chest. 

As you approach Steve’s door and shove it open, you look around for his bag. The safe house is smaller than what you’re all used to, and everyone’s rooms are not only closer together than normal but way smaller. 

Since Steve did all the spilling, he told you you could steal one of his shirts. It’s only fair. You find his go-bag open on his bed, and as you dig through the few clothes the man brought, you find a soft, olive-green t-shirt and tug it out. It’ll be big, but you’ve always loved an oversized T-shirt.

You tug off your beer-sticky shirt and replace it with the new shirt you’ve found. The door swings open as soon as you pull the shirt over your torso. There in the doorway, in all his wet, half-naked glory, stands Sam Wilson. 

Your eyes follow a drop of water as it trails down his gorgeous muscular chest, his firm abs, and the v of his waist. The water continues its way down below the towel that’s wrapped tightly around Sam’s hips, and for a moment, you wish you were that drop of water.

Sam clears his throat, pulling your attention back up to his face. He grins confidently. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” 

“Shit, sorry,” you stammer, suddenly embarrassed at the way you’d just ogled the man. Sam has always had this effect on you; his ability to draw you in with just a glance makes you weak in the knees. His charisma, his charm, are all your kryptonite. Whenever he comes into a room, it sends butterflies bursting in your chest. But he’s never seen you that way, at least, that you know of. 

Sam can have any girl he wants. Why would he pick you?

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asks, stepping further into the room. You feel your heart begin to pound in your chest. Is this his shirt? 

“I– I don’t think so,” you answer, trying not to stare back at Sam. “I grabbed it from Steve’s bag.” Sam cocks an eyebrow, and a small grin appears on his lips.

“That bag right there?” He motions with his head to the bag you’d just gone through, and your stomach flips. 

You nod. 

“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he tells you, voice unwavering and calm. He steps even closer, forcing you to step back to try to keep the distance between the two of you. Sam’s resolve never breaks; he never loses himself. It’s something you admire about him but also something you can’t help but want to change. What would it be like if he just… gave in?

“It’s a nice shirt,” you say, internally scolding yourself for not having something better to say. Sam smiles, laughing lightly.

“You’re right, it is,” he agrees, turning to face you. “But I think what matters more is the girl wearing it.” Your fingers tingle with anticipation for what he’ll say next. Months of pining after this beautiful man has kept you on edge.

“Oh,” you breathe. Sam has managed to walk you back into the wall with nowhere to escape. But there’s not a bone in your body that wants to escape. No, you’re perfectly happy to be here, pressed against the wall by Sam.

Sam takes a moment before he replies. He runs his fingers up and down your arm, feeling the soft skin there. “I’m glad you’re here,” he tells you in a whispered voice. “In my room.” His fingers trace up your shoulders and neck until his hands cup your face. “Wearing my shirt.”

You’re putty in his hands, melting at his touch. Want and need settle in your belly, and you ache for him to close the distance between you two.

“Sam,” you whisper. 

“Sweetheart,” he replies. “I know what I want, what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on you all those months ago. I just need you to say the word.” The smile he gives you makes your world stop turning. It sends you tilting on your axis.

“Please.” Sam’s lips are on you a breath later, sealing your fate. He kisses you sweetly, but you can tell that he’s barely holding back the fire and passion he feels. You want him to let go, to stop holding back.

Your hands fly up around his neck, pulling him closer, and you let your fingernails scrape slightly against his scalp. His hands leave your face, instead finding their way to your waist so he can bring your hips to his.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he practically moans into your mouth, pressing himself against you. Even through the towel, you can feel how hard he is, how much he wants you. 

“Then take me.” It’s like a switch flips in his head. In an instant, he tears the towel off, leaving him naked before you. You do your best to tug your pants down your legs, but when you go to take off the shirt, Sam stops you.

“Uh uh,” he teasingly scolds, shaking his head as he kneels in front of you. “When I fuck you, sweetheart, you’re gonna be wearing my shirt. Screaming my name. Coming apart on my cock.” You swear your heart stops beating in your chest. As the last word leaves his lips, he presses a kiss to your clothed clit. Sam soon remedies this, though, and the moment you’re exposed, he devours you.

All you can do is hold on to him for dear life as he eats you out with a fervor you’ve never experienced before. He eats you out like a man starved, like you’re the first drink of water after he’s been lost in the desert. Every time his teeth graze over your clit, you see stars, and when he presses two of his thick fingers inside of you, you nearly keel over.

“You taste so sweet,” he tells you, sucking a mark into your inner thigh. “Just how I knew you would.” Sam plays you like a fiddle, feeding the fire in your belly until you’re about to fall over the edge.

“Please, Sam,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please.” He smiles up at you, and the sight alone nearly makes you come.

“Come all over my face, sweetheart. Lemme taste it.” Your orgasm hits you like a truck, sending you spiraling. Sam doesn’t slow down; he just works you through it, prolonging the pleasure until it becomes too much. When you finally push his face away, he stands, a million-watt smile on his lips.

“Oh my god, Sam,” you say, laughing as you come down from the high.

“You’re perfect,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. The taste of yourself mixed with him is intoxicating. Sam reaches around you and picks you up, walking you over to the bed. He lays you down carefully, and you take in the sight of his sculpted body.

“Please fuck me, Sam,” you whisper, surprising yourself. Sam flashes you a big smile in response. He takes a second to grab a condom from his bag, and you watch as he rolls it into his length.

When Sam returns to the bed, he hovers over you and kisses you breathless before lining his cock up with your pussy. When he presses into you, you bite back a moan at the perfect way he stretches you. 

“So tight, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.” Sam sets a perfect pace, hitting spots so deep inside you that you see stars but quick enough to build your pleasure all over again. His lips worship your lips and neck, pecking and nipping at your skin. His hand anchors on your hip, holding you where he wants you.

Everything works together to bring you right back to the edge. Sam doesn’t let you come yet, though. He watches your reactions and changes his pace to tease you. The entire time, he whispers words of praise of how well you take him, how good you feel. You’ve never felt so cared for during sex before, and his words alone could make you come at this point. 

“Shit, baby,” Sam grunts, thrusting deep inside of you. “Need you to come for me now, sweetheart.” You nod, moaning wantonly. Sam snakes a hand between the two of you and uses gentle fingers to circle your clit.

“Please,” you moan, moving your hips with him. “Please, Sam.”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.” You come apart under his touch, writhing and moaning as you fall over the edge. Your vision practically blacks out, and Sam picks up his pace as he follows you in finding his orgasm. 

Sam rolls off of you with a sigh, tugging you into his side. His fingers trace over your back, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against your skin. “You should wear my clothes more often,” he jokes, tickling your sides. You laugh and snuggle closer, soaking in the smell of him and the way his body feels against yours.

You make a mental note to steal another one of his shirts as soon as possible.

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I’ll be holding on (so let it happen)

nicholas angel/danny butterman

happy new year !

“It’s almost New Year’s,” Nicholas says quietly, staring a little blankly at the party around them, barely avoiding the spilling of one of the Ande’s curious mixed drinks, “do you have any resolutions for 2009 ?”

“I dunno,” Danny offers, munching on a salt and vinegar crisp, “I guess, watch more movies ?”

“That’s not a resolution,” his partner snorts, taking another sip of his beer, “that’s what you do on the regular.”

“Mm. Then, I guess I’d like to start rugby again, in my free time.”

“Oh, really ?”

“Yeah. Reckon I liked it a lot, plus, now that my wound’s all healed, it won’t hurt to run around a bit. Gotta put those muscles to use, y’know ?” Danny smiles brightly, face tilted upwards. “What about you, Nick ?”

“Huh ?”

“Anything you wanna do this year ? Memorise another Official Handbook, maybe ?”

“Oh, sod off,” Nicholas retorts, jokingly hitting his friend’s stomach. “No, I guess I haven’t given much thought. Keep my routine in track, no matter how much you try to tempt me with Cornettos on lunch break.”

“Hey, the vanilla ones are mad good !”

“That’s why I’ve got to avoid falling into temptation. No, I suppose….”

The older of the two men shrugs slightly, eyes locked on the golden drink, his grasp on the can barely tighter.

“I suppose there is one thing I want to do, but I’m not sure I’ll get around to.”

“Really ?” Danny asks, eyes a little wide, “how come ?”

“I don’t know, it’s delicate. Could backfire.”

“Well, you’re Nicholas Angel,” his partner declares, elbowing him gently, “no matter what, you always make things right.”

There’s a softness to the clear amber of Danny’s eyes. Nicholas could never quite pinpoint what colour they were, exactly. One day they seemed jade, shining brightly under the hot sun, but the Crown’s lighting made them so incredibly alike cognac, going from golden to deep maroon.

He always thought it was breathtaking.

“I suppose I do, don’t I ?” he laughs, the side of his mouth curled in a small smile. “I don’t know. God knows I don’t want to mess it up,” he adds, eyes fixed on the other’s lips.

How curiously they were shaped, looking so alike a heart, so ready to be kissed, to be devoured…

“I…”

“The countdown’s started !” Danny suddenly exclaims, pulling his forward by the shoulder, and oh, he’s so warm, “c’mon Nick, let’s count !”

Nicholas only stares at him, transfixed on the brightness of his face, on the mole on the side of his cheek, on how his dimples appeared when he laughed, and how the hair curled beautifully on his forehead, how he wished he could run a hand through it, and pull, how he aches, and yearns—

“3, 2—“

He doesn’t know what higher force sends him the strength to actually do it, but before Danny can shout out the last digit he’s holding him in his arms, hands on the side of his face, breathless, asking him, begging—

Are you sure ?

Can I do this ?

Saying,

Can I be yours ?

2009 rings, and Danny’s lips are on his, and his arms are thrown around his shoulders, and the fireworks outside are nothing compared to the burst of euphoria in his chest, and he’s so sure he could die right now.

“That’s a pretty sick resolution,” Danny whispers against his mouth, eyes crinkling with glee. “I quite like it.”

“Yeah ?” Nicholas replies, choking up a little, “I like it too.”

“I like you.”

“Me too,” he smiles back, and how the blue and gold of his irises burns bright, and how beautiful he is, the other man thinks, how he wants to steal his smile and keep it against him forever, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Danny laughs, nuzzling his nose, “have been since day one.”

“I’m a little late, aren’t I ?”

“‘s alright. We got there in the end, aye ?”

“Aye,” Nicholas coos, kissing him again. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’d hope not.”

The room is loud, full, and suffocating. But in their corner, near the crisps and the olives, they’ve both found their own piece of Paradise.

It’s sweeter than any Cornetto.

[ernieernieboi]

who: @rxmiddlemasx where: The Zesty Corner (ralph's gay ass rv) when: after Ernie's convo with Elif

The only time Ernie felt nervous was at times like these. If his audience does not hang on to his every word — enamored under his charm — then Ernie has no choice but to come from behind the veil of humor and do the unthinkable: be vulnerable. It’s why he never feared getting in trouble with anyone besides his Aunt Mabel. She was never moved by his humor when he tried to use it to escape a mess he’d made. So he always just came out and told the truth. The same could be said for Ralph. 

As the olive green RV Ralph called his home grew closer and closer, the butterflies in Ernie's stomach began to course through his entire body. The flutter of his heart intensified with the anxious buzzing in his veins that made his knees buckle a few times. He almost dropped the gift he’d brought for Ralph. It was an hourglass being held by an astronaut. Ernie spent the last 24 hours figuring out how to remove the sand so he could replace it with Tang  Powder— a drink Ralph loved. He kept his sweaty palms away from the glass to guarantee he wouldn’t accidentally make Tang, with sweat. 

It had only been a short while since Ernie came to Lunar Cove, and all his plans had already fallen apart. He believed he had found a sanctuary where he didn’t have to continuously look over his shoulder for any danger. That didn’t seem to be the case so far. Snapshots of The Masquerade Ball went in and out of Ernie’s head since it happened. He woke up with the taste of tequila still fresh on his tongue. He was basically tossing back shots all night, but what happened after? Ernie couldn’t tell. Tequila. Flirting. Some guy who still uses a flip phone. Ralph. 

Ernie swore he was going to get him back, for all these years lost. Ralph was gonna chase him like Ernie had been doing all these years. But seeing Ralph, even behind a mask, his heart softened. He was back in New York tangled up in Ralph’s arm, in Ralph’s bed, or maybe Ralph in his. 

God, Ernie wishes he never fucking met him.  

Their conversation had been limited that night, it felt like old times, sure, but it was interrupted by whoever the fuck the catalyst was. A happy reunion turned into a nightmare. The two got separated from each other, and Ernie didn’t know what happened to Ralph until Elif had come over with flowers from Ralph. 

He loves me?  It bounced through his head for the rest of the day.

If you loved me, why did you just … leave? 

He held the astronaut man with both hands but almost dropped it when he reached out to knock on the door. He hugged it when Ralph appeared. 

It was much harder looking him in his stupid face without liquid courage. Maybe Ernie should have just made this a phone call. 

“I-um..” He avoided his eyes. “I’m glad you’re ok. I know you saw my text, or whatever, but yeah. I was just worried. But like …” He shrugged. “I’m kind of trying to avoid you? But I don’t know, I just … Look, I don’t know what the fuck this is Ralph.” Ernie said. He was finally able to look at him now. “ I don’t want to make this about me 'cause I know you almost died and I was so worried which is why I’m here but how can you love me and you just …” Ernie trailed off. He sounded like an asshole. “I shouldn’t be here talking to you, but like I want to cause I still love- like you too— I mean, I like you and was kind of losing my mind until I talked to Elif and she told me what you said —.” He stopped to get his thoughts together. He had to get the hell out of there, he sounded and looked like a fucking idiot.“I’m glad you’re ok Ralphie — Ralph.” He handed the Tang hourglass to  Ralph. “Here I brought you this guy. His name is Lance.” He paused, before turning to the other way.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Day 2 of @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Finwë x Indis | Location: Tirion upon Túna

Themes: Smut (subtle)

Warnings: Tender sex | First Time | Kissing | Foreplay | Oral (fem. receiving) | Hand job (Male receiving) | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 2.5k words

Summary: Finwë teaches Indis how to give and receive pleasure during their first time alone as husband and wife.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

The green hill of Túna had been gilded in the golden light of Laurelin and the silver from the great lamp atop Mindon Eldaliéva when Finwë took Indis to be his wife.

Standing beneath the leaves of Galathilion, they joined hands, recited their vows, and kissed each other chastely before turning to face the rapturous applause that greeted them. The Great Square itself had been decorated especially for the occasion. Garlands of new green leaves and red berries added color to the chilling white of slender columns and terraces and walls. Crystal steps glittered and fountains bubbled away merrily as guests came forth to congratulate the newlywed couple.

Finwë searched the growing throng for a glimpse of his son. Fëanor was present, taking great care to move amongst the crowd without being stopped. He dared to glance at his sire, nodding curtly out of respect for the occasion, before making his way around the elves and disappearing into the shadows. Finwë sighed and decided he would talk with his son later. For now, he would set his thoughts on his new wife and the happy occasion at hand.

Indis was radiant in the colors of her noble house. Cloth of gold and white, adorned with lace and tiny jewels and pearls, flowed down her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Her spun gold hair tumbled past her waist and back in soft waves that seemed to gleam with a light all of their own. A golden circlet studded with sapphires sat amidst her hair. She smiled shyly while kith and kin came to wish her and her husband well in their new life together. She then turned to Finwë and beamed when he offered his arm. It was time for the procession and the feast.

The feast itself was just as glorious as the ceremony, perhaps even more so. Lamps threw out gold and silver light while guests feasted on thick stews and delicate pastries and fresh fruit. Bowls piled high with new berries and olives and figs sat amidst platters of fine white bread and thin herbed wafers. Attendants served pitchers of sweet cider and golden wine and fragrant draught for any guest that had a thirst. Glass goblets and cups clinked even as guests dined and had their fill. Song and laughter mingled while voices rose and fell in the crisp air. After having taken her place on the raised dais, Indis savored as much as she could, but soon found her appetite forsaking her. It was not fear that brought about such a change, but giddy anticipation. Once she and her lord retired from the feast and shielded themselves in the privacy of their shared chambers, they would become husband and wife in every way. She was anxious, for her knowledge of intimate relations was limited to the things she read in books and heard from the scandalous gossip of others. And Finwë was more experienced than she. Indis hoped to not disappoint him.

Finwë, upon seeing his wife toying with her food, leaned over and whispered, "Is anything amiss, my starlight?"

Indis managed a smile for her husband. "Everything is as it should be," she said, before adding, "I am…filled with thoughts about what is to come after this."

Finwë reached out and took her hand. "As am I," he said, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "But there is no cause for you to worry. I give you my word on this."

Somewhat reassured, Indis turned her attention back to the feast, relishing the warmth of her husband’s hand over hers. Finwë never let go, not unless he had to rise and greet another guest. When the feasting had finished and the dancing began, he offered his arm again.

Everything was like a beautiful dream after that. Minstrels fluted and drummed and trumpeted and sang while revelers danced rounds around the courtyard. Finwë was the soul of attentiveness, leaving his wife’s side only when he had no choice but to do so. He led her in all the dances, his feet as light as air and his touch exceedingly gentle. It was as gentle as the first day he called on her after the Valar had passed their decree, allowing him to marry again. Indis remembered the news and how her heart overflowed with joy. It overflowed with joy even now. For more years than she could count, she had admired Finwë from afar, wondering if they would ever be together. Now they were bound to each other by oath in the sight of Eru and the elves. They danced and sang and laughed, and Indis struggled to hide her mirth when guests deep in their cups shouted bawdy but well-meaning jests. Oh, her cheeks reddened; it was true, but it was from the flush of happiness instead of shame. She continued to dance. Once she finished a turn with her husband, she had a turn with her father, her cousins, and her dear friends. When she was back dancing with her new husband, the music ended, and the dancing slowly came to an end.

A flash of heat crept up her throat while she said her farewells, for the time had come for her and her husband to consummate their vows. Finwë led her around guests and through the courtyard, past the white columns and cool arcades and beautiful gardens and lofty halls with their high ceilings, before reaching a tower set aside for their own particular use. From here, Finwë led his new wife up winding stairways to an airy bedchamber with magnificent views of the city, verdant lands, and the sea beyond all of it. The light of Laurelin waned and mingled with the light of Telperion. The world soon looked like it had been shrouded in a veil of silver. It took Indis’s breath away.

Finwë appearing by her shoulder with a goblet of water, caught her attention. "My thanks," she said, before accepting the drink and studying him discretely.

Her husband was everything an elven king ought to be—tall and proud, and garbed in the finest raiments she had ever seen. His thick black hair had been pulled and teased into a coil at the back of his head. His eyes shimmered like blue lamps, beckoning her to him like a moth to a flame. Indis smiled, her eyes communicating her feelings. She set her goblet down on a little table and pulled the curtains together.

"I am ready," she decided.

"And I will guide you." Finwë took her hand again, this time to lead her to their marriage bed. Red petals had been strewn over soft pelts and softer sheets. Indis barely had time to run her hand over the featherbed before Finwë slipped his arms around her waist and drew her to him.

His kiss was light and long and warm, and it left her short of breath. Indis leaned into him, her mouth parting for his tongue. Finwë sighed softly, his deft and practiced hands making quick work of the clasps and laces on her dress. He took great care not to go too fast and frighten her. When her gown finally loosened, he withdrew and rested his forehead against hers.

"May I?" he said, and smiled when Indis nodded.

Velvet and lace rustled when he tugged her dress up to her waist and then her arms. Slips and stays were next. Finwë then sat on his haunches, lifting her feet one at a time so he could remove her doeskin slippers. Indis moaned in a needy way when his hands glided up her calves and the soft pads of his tapered fingers traced lines all over her skin. Goosebumps prickled and rose when his hot breath danced over her thighs. Finwë took his time to savor every moment. Ever since the passing of Miriel, he had grieved, his loneliness and lack of joy simply growing and growing until he had seen Indis upon the inner slopes of Oiolossë. His heart had filled with hope and love again, and now, with the pledging of vows, Indis was finally his.

With the last of her garments disposed of, Indis stood before her husband, utterly exposed. When Finwë pressed a kiss against her belly and rose to his feet, she felt a wave of boldness wash over her, one that made her reach out and undo the clasps and sashes of his robes. Finwë stood still, giggling with her when she fumbled. It was as if her fingers had all turned into bumbling thumbs. Tunic and boots and breeches joined the growing pile on the marble floor. Indis reached back and began to undo the coil that kept up his hair. It took a while, but with his guidance, his hair soon spilled free like ink. Indis turned away, heat blooming in her cheeks, when Finwë stood before her, naked.

"Look at me," he insisted.

Indis did so slowly and hesitantly. Finwë came closer, running his hands all over her arms, her glorious hair, smiling when he witnessed fresh color bloom in her cheeks. He ran his thumb over her lips before groaning softly, sliding his arms around her, and kissing her again, this time with heat and passion. This time Finwë kissed her long and hard and deep, leaving her breathless and making her unravel against him. Indis grew bolder still, exploring the expanse of her husband’s body with her hands. The muscles quivering beneath her palms, the hair that slipped around her fingers like silk—it was all a marvel to her. Her hands went lower still, and Finwë gasped under his breath when she grasped that rigid part of him. The warmth of her touch was enough to feed the fire already growing in his belly. He placed his hand over hers and said, "Here, starlight. Like this."

Indis was overcome with silent wonder while her husband showed her how he liked to be touched. She had been afraid it would be hard, but Finwë showed it was incredibly easy. She stroked unceasingly, whimpering when his free arm slid around her and drew her even closer. She looked at him and saw with her own eyes how pleasure and yearning flashed in his own. Finwë continued to guide her, moaning against her hair when her tempo slowly morphed into a merciless rhythm. His eyes closed and his breath quickened. His chest started to heave while need lashed at him like new coils. He leaned forward and kissed Indis on the mouth, gently pulling her hand away when his release drew near. He led her to their bed and had her sit down on the edge of it.

Indis wondered what her husband would do next. When Finwë gracefully sank to his knees before her, she understood what he was going to do. Finwë grinned wickedly when his wife parted her legs for him of her own accord.

"I have heard about this act," Indis confessed. "And read about it. Is that bad?"

"No," Finwë replied. "It is not. Forewarned is forearmed, so the others say. Are you ready?"

When Indis smiled and assented, Finwë dipped his head, eager to taste. The sharp intake of breath that ripped through his wife was like sweet music to his ears. The taste of her arousal was sweet against his tongue. He grunted each time he ran his tongue over her folds, his fingers digging into her pale thighs when she moaned and started to roll her hips. Indis grabbed onto the sheets, her nails nearly tearing at the soft fabric when her husband flicked his tongue against her pearl. She could feel her arousal seeping out of her while Finwë feasted like an elf half-starved. The obscene sounds of his grunts only heightened her bliss, and made the muscles in her belly coil and tighten. When she threw her head back and whispered, "So close," Finwë drew away.

"There is more," he said, rising and pushing her onto her back. "Move a little higher, starlight."

Indis moved her way higher up the featherbed. Finwë inched his way over her, kissing her thighs and her belly and the soft swell of her breasts. Indis felt no shame, only pride, when fresh need filled her husband’s darkened eyes. Her legs parted again, this time resting over Finwë’s hips.

"Did the books you read tell you about this?" Finwë questioned. He rubbed his tip against her entrance, entering her with shallow thrusts to prepare her.

"They did," Indis mewled desperately. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine how wonderful it felt to have her husband inside of her. "But… but I suppose reading is not the same as experiencing it in the flesh."

"Indeed," Finwë agreed. "You can grab on to me, starlight. You will not hurt me."

Nails dug into his back when he plunged, slowly and gently, to greater depths. Finwë moaned again, this time when his wife sheathed him in her warmth. He kept still, letting her grow used to him being inside of her. Indis squirmed at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful, but then Finwë urged her to take deep breaths in time with his. With each new breath she took, the discomfort and pain ebbed away, and a slow, creeping pleasure took its place. Indis no longer wanted her husband to stay still. She wanted him to move and begged wantonly for it.

Far be it from Finwë to deny his bride. Locked in each other’s embrace, they kissed each other and whispered sweet words of endearment even as they lost themselves in each other’s flesh. Indis unraveled even more than she thought possible, this time when languid, rocking motions sent jolts of fire shooting up her spine. It was too much. Finwë dipping his head and sucking down on the flesh of her throat was too much. The mark his teeth left on his skin was too much. The way he filled her, completely and deeply, was too much. She reared up and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he brought them both closer to the edge. Her hands fisted in his hair. His arms pulled her into his embrace. Shockwaves gripped her entire body while her vision blurred and the world seemed to darken in her eyes.

"Faster, my lord," she pleaded, so close was she to falling apart. There, my lord. Right there. Oh…"  

One final thrust was all it took. One last, deep, final thrust, and Indis cried out, as if her body had been a spring that had coiled tightly before it snapped. Time itself seemed to slow down. So consumed was she in the fiery maelstrom that had enveloped her that she barely heard Finwë choke out a sob while a warm torrent of his spend filled her.

Indis’s breath was still ragged and shallow when she finally opened her eyes. She found Finwë hovering over her, his arms trembling from the exertion. The kiss that followed was filled with warmth and tenderness instead of fire and passion. Indis pressed her hand over his chest, just to feel his heart beating.

"Will there be more?" She asked hopefully.

Finwë chuckled before pulling out of her and slumping to her side. "Yes," he promised. "But after we had rested a little while."

Tags: @cilil

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO SLEEP ALREADY BUT I HAD LITTLE IDEAS TO WRITE FOR VALENTINE'S AND EVEN THOUGH THIS IS NOT VALENTINE'S SPECIFIC AT ALL— I— Claude.............. I don't know what this is I've just been thinking about Claude and I like Judith and Im starting new subjects so I feel like Im holding onto a lot of new information at the moment and trying to organise it and it all came to this

Idk how this is im eepy + no brain only Claude + english is not my first language here you go

Helios closed the exit to the library the best they could manage. The pile of books and documents they were carrying needed both of their hands for it to not lose balance, so they took a leap of faith when freeing one to properly close the door behind them. The corridors of that high tower seemed empty. They breathed in before resuming their way to their bedroom.

They never expected that there would be so much to learn in the middle of a war— the books between their arms kept knowledge of magic, history, geography and strategy between their pages; lovely topics to indulge in, although they would rather do so far away from the pressure of a conflict like that. But if Claude mentioned they would help, then they would go through them with him, no questions asked.

Helios focused on their own steps, the sound of their boots against the rock floor sucking all their attention. So, when Claude appeared from the other side of the corner, it took them a bit to realise he was there. And that he was walking their way; stepping forward with such a happy expression that their heart wondered if he was actually approaching them instead of the library.

Their feet stopped. Claude was looking only at them.

"Hey," he greeted with a genuine smile. "Oh, whoah, you really found them all?"

"Of course," Helios shrugged their shoulders, as if stating the obvious. "You said they were here, so I only had to look around."

Claude chuckled. He glanced at the pile of books, but his eyes went back to Helios with a fond look. Then, as if enjoying the silence that he himself had caused, slowly got closer until he cradled Helios' face in his hands. His thumbs caressing their olive skin —which only got warmer under his touch—, their curious eyes staring at him. He wished he didn't have those gloves on.

And it seemed like the pile of books didn't matter much to him when he took a step closer to kiss Helios' cheek. And the short kiss was followed by another, and then another— and the receiver of all that affection couldn't do anything but clumsily hold onto the books a bit tighter.

There was no context, no explanation. Claude kissed their face however he pleased to and, when he stopped for a moment, he chuckled over their cheek and Helios thought their heart would melt there and then, right on top of the library's books.

Out of the blue, someone suddenly cleared their throat. Claude stopped in place, his eyes closing as soon as he heard that intruder's voice: "Well, boy, when you said you needed to check something important, I didn't expect it to be that soldier you told me about."

Claude gave a defeated smile to the floor, taking a moment before turning to her. "Judith, no teasing, please?"

Helios unconsciously tried to hide behind their friend. That was The Hero of Daphnel herself, and she had caught them in such a vulnerable moment that they couldn't help but feel... exposed, somehow, in front of such a respectful figure. Yet Claude seemed to chat with her with the same closeness as usual.

He caressed their arm as he mouthed that they would meet later, then turned and walked towards Judith. In an attempt to take her out of there as soon as possible, Claude tried to rest a hand on her back to softly push her forward as they walked, but she jokingly smacked it and quickened her pace with a laugh.

When she turned at the corner, Judith smiled at Helios.

The books suddenly felt heavier in their hands.

[leafs-lover]

Something About You

A/N: This is technically a part of the BTPGD series, but can be read alone why would you though the series is fantastic. I wrote this quickly and didn't really proof it so...

Warnings: a little angst, mentions of cheating, very minor smut

Word Count: 900

The sheets are clean. 

Or they were. 

Once Danielle left for work and Fred had a second cup of coffee, he stripped the bed of all the sheets and tossed them in the laundry room. He grabbed another set from the linen closet and tucked all the corners, fought with the duvet to get it in the cover, and fluffed all the pillows. He had it looking as close to perfect as he could get it. 

Then you came over. Not entirely unannounced, but it was supposed to be your day with Oliver, so in a way it was a little unexpected. Especially because the text that started it all was so simple. ‘What about this for Halloween?’ along with a picture of Oliver in a target shopping cart wearing a golden retriever mask. Apparently, he saw it, wanted it, felt how soft it was, and refused to take it off, so the entire time you were in target you were wheeling around a drooling, giggling, toddler in a golden retriever mask.

Fred doesn’t even know how he found himself parked outside loading bag after bag into his trunk, he doesn’t remember stopping to get your favourite drink on the way, but he can’t forget the way you beamed when you saw it sitting in the cupholder. And how you ended up back at his apartment for dinner instead of Danielle was beyond him. 

But it was all innocent... well maybe not. 

The hug certainly lingered, probably could have gone without the kiss to the cheek, he didn’t need to put his hand on your lower back as you walked by, certainly didn’t need the second glass of wine, or to suggest you spend the night because it was nearing Ollie’s bedtime - you both know he would have fallen asleep on the car ride home. 

He didn’t intend for this to happen. And Danielle would be happy to know this wasn’t his intention, right? He didn’t mean to kiss you, he didn’t plan on spending twenty minutes with you in his lap just kissing, long and passionate kisses. And surely if he said he never planned on keeping his lips locked to yours as he slowly rocked in and out, building up to your simultaneous release, Danielle would understand. 

Except she wouldn’t. Fred himself barely understands it. How every single time he says is the last, only to find you once again in his bed. Fred was looking forward to his night with Danielle, they rarely have two nights together, but this long home stretch gave them the opportunity. Fred poured coffee into her Yeti, added in almond milk, and stood by the door wish her a good day at work. She gave him a kiss and said she was looking forward to seeing him later that night, and Fred was too. 

Yet it’s not Danielle in his bed, it’s you. 

He doesn’t know why he is so drawn to you. Why he will drop just about anything to see you, or why you are willing to do the same. 

He thought he knew. He took you away, basically told you he loved you, and you said no. That was tough, took a bit for him to move on. It didn’t help that he had to see you everyday, watch you mother the child you created together. Hard isn't even the right word to describe it, it fucking sucked, but not nearly as bad as the day you left with a few suitcases in tow. The apartment was empty, the picture of your parents no longer sat on the mantle, the one of your friends vanished from your room, the pillows, blankets, candles and vases along with it. And as he wandered around the apartment, noticing all the little things that vanished along side you, that was when it all sunk in. This was happening. You were gone. You didn't want him. So why are you back? Why is he back?

He moved on. He found Danielle, and she isn’t a rebound. Fred made sure he was over you before picking up the phone. It wouldn’t be fair to bring someone into his life only to fill a void. And Danielle doesn’t fill a void, but sometimes she makes him notice another one. While she is smart, pretty, witty and funny, all the things Fred spent his life looking for, he'll notice how her laugh isn't the same, or that his heart doesn't warm as much seeing her smile. What's worse is sometimes his own smile won't reach his eyes, or there is a hollowness behind a laugh, and Danielle doesn't notice. You do. You always do.

Fred takes a sip of water, a dryness in his throat was the reason he was pulled from bed about twenty minutes ago, and sighs. He takes one more look at the Pittsburgh skyline then turns and sees you, perfect you, sleeping in his shirt. The full moon glows through the windows and kisses your cheek, a soft shimmer radiating back at him. Your hair falls all over the pillow, the same hair he finds in the shower drain, on the bathroom vanity, and sometimes on his game day suit. The sheets that less than 4 hours ago were crisp and fresh are now a mess, tangled, wrinkled and half on the floor. The only difference is when you leave, Fred won’t rush to wash the sheets. He likes the way it smells faintly of your sweat and perfume.

He walks back to the bed and brushes some hair from your face, smiling when you flutter at the cold touch of his thumb. 

“Hi.” You sleepily mumble as the bed dips with his weight as he slides back in. 

“Hi.” He kisses your forehead. 

“What were you doing?” Just like a magnet, you are immediately pressed up beside him before he even has an opportunity to settle in.

“Just thinking.”

“Everything okay?” You try to look up to gauge his expression, but the sleepy haze is too much for you to fight. 

“With you here? Always.” Fred responds immediately, leaving no room for doubt. There always has been something about you. 

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[floralembarrassment]

Just a Feeling (1/1) (jegulus)

They were laying in the grass at the base of a large tree. It was nearly the end of term, and summer had peaked its way through the rainy scottish skies. The warm breeze coating their cheeks and bare arms where the sleeves were rolled up. James let his hand move toward Regulus’ and in a moment of bravery, as Regulus spoke, he allowed his fingers to roam over the other’s.

“There is something about this feeling… I don’t quite know how to name it. Perhaps there aren’t words to describe it and the only metaphors that get close to justice are incomprehensible.” Regulus spoke in a soft voice. James had never heard him talk so much despite arguably having attempted to shut down.

“Try,” James prompted.

Regulus turned his head to look at James, “What?” He asked.

James turned his head to meet Regulus’ eyes. He found himself nearly nose to nose with Regulus which made his heart quicken, but he stayed focused on Regulus. “Name it wrong. Say it muddled. Explain it strangely. I want to hear it if you want to tell me.” James offered the olive branch.

“Try?” Regulus clarified.

“Try.” James repeated.

Regulus sat with that. Sat in that silence, comfortable and light. A silence of patience and opportunity. He could let this silence linger though he could tell by the gravitational pull of the air that if the oxygen around him wasn’t filled, that silence would become heavy and dark, and he would let it swallow him but he didn’t want it to.

Regulus took a deep breath, took the olive branch, and closed his eyes as he sunk into the waters of his mind.

“It's like my bones turn to ice, hard but shatterable. Where my energy is being sucked from my limbs back through my veins into that space between my heart and lungs.

"There’s this trickle down my spine but it's a slow drip drip drip from the base of my neck down my back. Almost as if I’m standing under a melting iceberg and there's heat from the sun on my skin. The water is pooling around my feet, blue hews blooming over my toes. It's like my lungs no longer breathe, my ribs don’t expand, my mind doesn’t think. I stand tall but I’m stuck. I can’t move from this place as the water rises around my ankles, my knees, my thighs.

"But there are rays of sun hitting my cheek so I am happy to stay because finally I am in the light. It's like everything else has to fall away for the part to be held in my hands but it's actually only moments from being strangled. It's like I’m just holding in a final breath, trying to decide whether or not it is worth it to keep holding it because what if letting go and breathing in again only burns and brings the world back to raw edges.

"It's like if I was stone I would just let the rain fall on me and help smooth and soothe me. But I am all jagged and swaying and clinging to a reality I am not even sure is the present."

And James just looked at him. Just looked. Several moments he took it all in. Tried to feel what Regulus had described. Tried to understand him. James thought, however all of that could only mean one thing.

Reaching out his hand to cup Regulus’ cheek, meeting the other’s gaze, James implored: “Does it hurt to be seen?”

And without thinking, like the breath he would indefinitely hold finally punching out of him he exclaimed, “Like I’m being splayed open.”

And maybe he would regret this later, maybe he would wish he could erase it all from his memory, or maybe he is just as sadistic as Regulus, James begged. His tone was steady, sure, and his words concise but it was nothing more than an angel's falling wish: “Would you show me anyway?"

[cherrycha0s]

I just finished Villains and I thought the ending was unneccessarily vague. I loved that these characters communicated by Shakespeare plucked from the air. It was hypnotic and real and I felt like I was in the middle of it. But the murder plot was lacking -- I didn't believe a moment of it. Richard wasn't really murdered and their guilt about what happened didn't make sense. It also didn't make sense that anybody would be found guilty of a crime, when James was so obviously protecting himself. The writing though was like butter. It was smooth and confident and warm. I wish the writer had focused more on the James and Oliver relationship because that was so special. -- Wherever James is, the notice of Oliver getting out would be in the news. I don't think Oliver will need to track him down.

omg hi thank you so much for the ask i feel so honoured!!! i have literally never agreed with anything more in my life. i feel like the ending was weirdly cliffhangery and should have been more clear or at least more definite. i love the way Shakespeare was integrated, especially since i'm a huge fan of his work - the way they spoke in quotes felt like a really cool way to build the world these characters lived in and it was also a super inventive way of foreshadowing (like James' sic semper tyrannis in a1s1). i agree that the actual murder wasn't really a murder, and it felt weird how they treated it even though in the minds of the characters (except for James) the group was entirely innocent and could have just gone to the police immediately and wouldn't be suspected of anything. but i can overlook the weirdness of that whole thing because it's so beautifully written - you're so right, it's like butter (i am absolutely stealing that description btw thank you). it has some of the most beautiful quotes i've ever read and i was so invested in the characters that the actual plot itself became almost irrelevant to me. and yes yes yes Oliver and James were my favourite part of the book - i called it from Oliver's first description of James but was certain i would be queerbaited, and i was so glad that wasn't the case. however i think i was happy ending baited (is that a thing?) because it felt like their love story was over before it even begun (which, i guess, it kinda was). however, on my second read of it, i noticed that their relationship was actually a lot bigger than i originally thought. the quote it's like I look at you and suddenly the sonnets makes sense is usually used by fans to try and say Meredith was Oliver's "main" romantic interest (which makes zero sense but that's a whole other story), but it's actually really interesting to note that Shakespeare's sonnets were actually about two main subjects - the "young man" (who is written about in a very loving, pure way, and the tone of these shifts about halfway through from friendly to decidedly not platonic) and the "dark lady" (who is written about with a mixture of lust and contempt). i think that dynamic very intentionally mirrors how Oliver feels about James and Meredith respectively. and on your last point - i definitely think that James would try to track Oliver down, otherwise there's no point in leaving the note! i doubt he would want to leave anything to chance. i read this book a few months ago and so all of my very strong opinions have been bottled up and have come out in this literal essay - i am so sorry for the infodump here lol, it's just such a beautiful book. thank you so much for asking me about this!!! you probably weren't expecting such an insane response but that's fine. lmk if u have any similar book recs bc i would love to read more like this. thank you again!

[lordkingsmith]

Adam Park OC Children

Adam’s a great guy and a total fucking sweetheart and the comics have and do him a disservice. I can’t fix that, but I can soothe my inner annoyance and give him a load of kiddos and loving relationships in all the alternate realities I can think of. And talk about the child he does canonically have in Coinless. Nameless Coinless boy also gets an au version. he deserves it, and his dad too.

Canon Children:

Unknown Mother;

Apparently a boy of unknown name, personality, or age. Child aged, maybe? So…probably anywhere from newborn to early preteens because the kid would probablyotherwise have been a sentry? I don’t know, I just… think they could have done a lot more with this mystery kiddo? child being assumed dead and then avenging Adam dying would have been a very cool plot twist! but no! he's so light on character he's not a character! He's a mention in a backstory to make Adam tragic! Who's his mom, who is he, how old was he, what illness did he die of, did he die of an illness, I-c'mon. there's light on character and then there's this. May the child come back in a reboot or just in general. And be a badass. I wish this for all of them, by the way.

My OC and Alternate Reality Kids for Adam:

Eugene Skullovitch;

Eugene doesn't believe in himself, but Adam does, did, and always has. They started dating after Adam encouraged him to play the piano in the talent show. Adam loves his music, and they're both encouraging of each other. Aisha is a surrogate for their son, Lukas. Given how close she was to Adam, it was only natural in her mind to offer. She loves him, loves he's found happiness, and when they decided they wanted kids she wanted to help that happiness grow. Lukas Park's 17, plays piano, and volunteers at the animal shelter. Adam's a doctor and while Lukas respects and likes this, he'd rather be a veterinarian. Or, like Skull, a professional classical pianist. They support Lukas with whatever he wants to do or be, and he loves the fact he's not being pressured. Skull once sat him down with a list of every job he's ever done (the list was actually more like an entire manila folder bursting out the sides, it was frankly impressive), a ranking system and how much each profession made. Everything from a cop to a detective to an undercover agent for the government to a waiter at a bar to a judge at a pet show to rockstar to pianist-it was comprehensive and a little overwhelming, but at the end of each profession Skull said if it was what he wanted, he'd be proud. At the end it left Lukas fairly calm and certain no matter what choice he made, it'd be the right choice for him, and his dads would support him in this. not associated with a color

Tommy Oliver;

They’d been friends since a bit before the transfer, and Tommy was Adam’s leader for years on three or four different ranger teams. There’s a level of trust there you don’t usually get, and they were both black and green rangers in their lives. After Tommy became Dino Thunder Black, and shortly after a divorce between him and Kat, Adam and Tommy started spending more time together. The getting together thing was an accident. Both of them at a Christmas party and then things going from one thing to the next, and Tommy says he’s never felt so at home waking up in someone’s arms.

They have one son together, Isaiah Park. Tommy cashed in on a favor owed by Grace, and soon enough JJ Oliver was trying to figure out where his baby half brother had come from. His opinion was Adam, because he was shorter. It wasn’t until several years later they were able to explain it in a way JJ would understand and accept. But they never let him live the cute story down, to his embarrassment. Given Tommy’s immunity to time fluctuations and manipulations by the Machine Empire, they found out they were living in the same town as Time Force. Tommy was able to complete a doctorate in, to Adam’s perception, a day. Tommy is a lead paleontologist due to this, and Adam works at the museum. However given Tommy being Tommy, there is currently a divorce. Tommy wears his trauma on his sleeve and Adam has given up trying to fix him.

Isaiah Park is sixteen. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and tends to think with his emotions rather than his mind. Lucky, charming, and a natural heartthrob to his school, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Loves music, especially classical, and reading. He hasn’t really thought about being a power ranger, though he wouldn’t say no if he was asked. He was babysat by the Dino Thunder team as a kid, and kidnapped by Mesogog once. All hell broke loose when this happened, and Isaiah’s unsure if he wants to be a ranger when this sort of danger could happen to any of his loved ones. Tommy and Adam are currently in the process of divorce, and Isaiah’s getting used to that idea as well, but it’s nice having JJ to talk to about it.

He has enough to deal with with his dads. They love telling the story of when he was three, they’d go “see you later alligator” and “after awhile Crocodile” and he’d respond, loudly and enthusiastically; “bye bye, froggie!” To this day he’s been unable to get them to stop telling this story to his friends, love interests, and any adult who’d listen. JJ feels the pain. Isaiah is not associated with any color. This is probably a good thing. However if he was, it’d be black.

Aisha Campbell;

It was just natural for them to get together. They’ve been friends together since forever, they’ve always been friends and it progressing to a little bit more made sense. They got married a little after joining SPD together. They have four kids together. Wendell, aged 26, Rocky, aged 26, Koniqua, aged 19, and Jacqueline “Jaq” Park, aged 17.

No way they weren’t going to name one of their kids after their closest friend aside from each other. Rocky was best man at their wedding even. When they found out they were having twins they simply used the middle name they were intending for a boy for Wendell. Rocky’s the older by eight hours, Wendell was a more difficult pregnancy and took his time, which actually was a foreshadowing to the twins’ personalities.

Rocky Park is rambunctious and a goofball. He loves making people laugh. Like his mom he’s empathetic and strong willed. Like his dad he’s prone to flashes of intense introspection, but never for long. Surprises people with his love of classical music. He’s enthusiastic to the point of being intense. Can be hard for him to dial it back. He’s a yellow ranger for his team.

Wendell is everything Rocky is not, and is a little bit of a little shit. He's often not noticed by other people, and tends to use that to his advantage. He knows his brother is a yellow ranger, and while he's not a ranger, he takes the opportunity to tackle or ram cars or steal from the monsters of the week. he's not noticed and it gives other rangers openings usually. He's given Rocky everything he's stolen, and is pleased when they're incorporated into the team's arsenal.

Koniqua is a lover of poetry, fables, and the history of the power rangers. She's determined to be one of the scientists who creates a new team, or unlocks the mysteries of the grid for general use. Pragmatic, quick thinking, happy to help her dumb brothers. They don't think she knows. She knew who'd saved her as soon as Rocky said "you're safe now civilian" and tried to act dumb. She barely resisted the urge to call him out. Doesn't bother fighting the monsters, her brothers got that covered, but she does help get other civilians to safety when needed. not associated with a color. She's going into historical costuming, with the intention of working for tv productions.

Jaq would love to know why earth is so valuable to bad guys that they keep trying to take it over. Genre savvy type, and doesn't take shit. Has psyched out two villains and one of the comedy duo by just asking over and over "okay but why". Not popular, has two best friends and they're all kind of outsiders. Prefers it this way. You will not find Jaq anywhere near the monsters when they appear, she's gone and dragging her friends off with her. not associated with a color, but has made the big bad main villain question themself and then cry. her brother was torn between disappointed, impressed, and terrified of his little sister. Jaq's considering maybe being a therapist specializing in rangers and their villains would be a lucrative career move.

Rocky DeSantos;

They make too much sense for anything else, they were best friends since the beginning. They adopted a kid who lost their home in a fire brought on by a monster. Peter's eleven and scared of the world. Adam and Rocky fully understand, but hope he can open up. They care for him and are worried about him. Peter DeSantos doesn't know how to feel about power rangers as parents after what happened, but he's glad Adam and Rocky are stable and they do try. It's just hard to open up. They have time, though, and that's what matters. Adam's been helping with his anxiety by showing him how to sew. Whenever he gets scared and his dads aren't there, he sews little projects. It helps and he's proud of what he makes.

tangential au; Rocky and Aisha and Adam are together with all above mentioned kids, and Aisha and Rocky's two kids. They live on a large ranch and the kids are thriving.

Scorpina; fascinatingly there is an episode where the Stone Canyon Trio deal with her in a human form as an exchange student named Sabrina. Adam was way into her. Coinless version Adam's finding Scorpina hot in general and she's flirting. A weird pairing but hey, there's a good history of evidence for mutual attraction! Of the trio Scorpina was always more flirtatious to Adam than Rocky or Aisha (this also makes him similar to comic!Skull in that a love interest is a long lived alien pretending to be a teenager for ulterior motives. imagine bonding over that extremely specific thing happening to you, yikes).

Scorpina is not banished to the dark dimension, and like Rita and Zedd, becomes good via Z-Wave. She simply takes the form of her human persona, the now young adult exchange student Sabrina. As Sabrina, she decides to see if she can patch anything up with Adam. Adam for his part needs to think about it. It's not that he doesn't trust she's redeemed, it's just so much has happened can he forgive her and accept the version of her genuinely trying to make things right? It takes a year and a half, and in the meantime they do see other people. But, eventually, they get together. They have a kid who's half alien, as Sabrina's species wasn't changed, she is more interested in looking human to help distance herself from her misdeeds, and blend in. For a time, at least, she eventually goes back to her true form when their daughter Luna Park is thirteen and develops her stinger. This is mostly to teach their daughter how to correctly use said stinger and other abilities without hurting herself or loved ones.

Luna Park is nineteen, very fashionable, calculating, and very good at getting her way. She generally doesn't do this maliciously, and works at a youth center, as the fundraiser manager among other things. She's extremely good at getting people to invest their money in good causes and very good at public events. She's a shapeshifter, but not as accomplished as her mom. While she looks like she'd be snotty or full of herself, she takes a lot after Adam and is very considerate and very polite and encouraging. However this doesn't mean she's a pushover, and she's sent more than one person who thought they could rough her or get handsy to the hospital. Rarely uses her stinger, Luna is an accomplished fencer and hand to hand combatant, though prefers kickboxing to martial arts. Think Daphne Blake with a stinger. Luna is not associated with a color

in a tangential au, she's a power ranger mentor and the green ranger for the team, when necessary.

tangential coinless au; Scorpina keeps protecting Adam, affectionately nicknaming him 'my little froggie' (to his concern), and doesn't let him die. However this annoys him because it sometimes mean she doesn't even let him fight. Eventually they produce Luna, and she's raised in the palace, often passed around by the sentries and Kim. Adam's not allowed by Scorpina to partake in anything potentially life threatening while Luna's young, and he gets placed as stay at home dad/personal body guard to own child duty. Eventually, Luna becomes a commander of black sentries, and works fairly well with the coinless. for the most part. Not much is different personality wise except she's more willing to commit murder and injury. Skull adores her too, and helps with the training when she's a kid.

Carlos Vallerte;

Several years after Adam transfers Carlos his Color, and after they team up, and a year after Adam joins SPA, he and Carlos reconnect. They got along well each time they teamed up, and after everything they get the chance to actually be able to get to know each other again properly outside of power ranger stuff. While both are busy with respective lives and careers, they do have joint custody over two kids, Miguel and Gwena. Aisha surrogated for Miguel, Gwena is an adopted alien girl from Inquiris. It's been a challenge to balance their careers with their kids, but they make it work. Generally, they don't live on earth, they currently live on K0-35 when not on duty with their kids.

Miguel is 13, and quite interested in nature, and earth. He's never actually been, because life kept getting in the way, but he wants to eventually. He's been promised he will, and that's nice. He likes ninjas and puzzle books and horror movies. Especially likes vampires, Carlos is just. Accepting this is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Told Miguel if he wants to become a vampire that's fine but he needs to wait, and find someone who's not on the galaxy's most wanted list. Or working with a warlord or conqueror. the list of suitables is extremely small. Miguel's also thirteen, and he's realizing maybe he just likes the species in general more than the idea of becoming one. Loves vampire and zombie movies best. Not associated with a color.

Gwena is seven and from Inquiris. Any question given to her is answered with a question. Given how much human children do this in general...you can imagine the annoyance. Carlos and Adam quickly learned to phrase the questions as open ended statements for Gwena to respond to with statements of her own. She's very smart for a seven year old, and wants to know all the answers to all the questions, but is happy to question everything for the sake of asking the question. One day wants to go to earth, but also wants to go back to Inquiris again. She's also heard a lot about two infamous women from Inqiuris; Dimitria and Divatox, twins and very proficient in their own rights. At the moment, she flips between pretending to be Dimitria the good mentor, and Divatox, the pirate. She's seven so neither Adam nor Carlos are worried, but they do hope she'll decide Dimitria, who's a friend of theirs, will be a worthy role model, and not Divatox before the Z-Wave. not associated with a color, that anyone knows of. However Inquirians tend to gravitate to white or red color schemes in their clothing so it's hard for her dads to actually tell. Likes fables and magic and playing pirates. Vicseron, a friend of Dimitria from Inquiris, is Gwena's biological father, but was killed. Her mother also died, and Gwena had nobody. Dimitria had reservations about how well she and Divatox could look after a child. She brought the child to the most dependable ranger couples she could think of.

Prince Trey of Triforia;

While Trey crashed in Aquitar and needed help, when they sent him to earth to the other zeo rangers he helped them first, several times. Adam was, like the rest of them, very curious who the mysterious gold was. When they met properly, he had a little bit of a crush. When Jason took gold so Trey could slow down whatever was happening to him (his logos, pathos and ethos had split into three people, thoufh all of them were of the same mind. Triforian thing, apparently. It took a bit to get used to, to say the least.) Adam spent as much time as he could in the command center with Billy and Trey. They talked quite a bit, and Trey got a bit smitten with the curious green ranger.

When Trey was restored and he got zeo gold back, he decided to stick around for a little while to assist the other zeo rangers, and he and Adam began seeing each other. Adam thought it was kind of odd a prince wanted to date him, but he wasn’t against it at all.

They have one daughter. Crown Princess Tara, aged 20. Adam’s a diplomat between earth and Triforia, and Tara lives mainly on Triforia with Trey. She inherited Zeo Gold, and is noble, calm, and carry’s herself regally as she can. She does have her moments though, and feels like she can’t live up to her parents legacy, sometimes. She does try, though. She never stops trying. She’s going to be the best queen. It’s hard for her to believe it, but she’s going to be. Trey’s a great king, and he’s her dad. And Adam’s awesome, and he’s her dad too. And her teammates are awesome too.

Tangential au; Triforian life span might be longer than humans (I’ve got no idea, heellpp) and she’s the gold to the canon grandson of Tommy’s team. She’d be in the equivalent of early 20’s, in the hypothetical longer lifespan idea.

(we needed a green/gold lol. and this works, they did talk a little in canon. not much but I'm taking the opportunity)

Dulcinea;

She thought he was charming and sweet, and every bit a prince if he just had the self confidence to see it, himself. She made a child using magic, some years after the events of the movie. It killed her, but the child is hers and Adam's. He was confused and deeply saddened when he got the kid and the explanation. He loves Garrett, but it's a bit difficult. Garrett is an owl shifter, like his mother. He greatly resembles Adam. Garrett is 16, and doing his best. He's friends with the punks at his school, and has the constant air of wiser beyond his years. Often lives with Rocky or Tommy and Kat or any other dozen of Adam's friends while Adam's working off earth. He's got an odd, very inhuman air around him, even to other half human alien hybrids. There's something about his owl self that bleeds into his human form. He's never felt at home anywhere he's ever been, and he feels like he should go back to the planet his mother's from, guard what's there. He's a bronze ranger, and Adam wonders if this is from Dulcinea.

Unnamed Mother;

Adam made a mistake in highschool and while the girl wanted to keep the baby, her parents didn't think it'd be a good idea. Adam offered to take the baby off her hands, and while his parents disinherited him over it, Nemo grew up with a village for parents. Skull, Bulk, Aisha, Rocky, and Tommy and a few others off and on, all helped him during high school, with Aisha and Rocky stepping in during college, and Skull after, helping with whatever expense Adam needed. Nemo's fourteen, healthy, happy, and thriving despite everything. Adam's doing okay as a single parent, it's been hard but he's doing good. Adam's a tailor and Nemo mentioned wanting to go into this as well, and Adam about teared up he was so proud.

Coinless verse child has been given a happy alternative woo~

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if I missed any, let me know! I think I covered most of Adam's possibilities ^-^

[dayfalwastaken]

Mrs. Afton's blues...

“You wouldn’t dare-”

“-Oh, I would. I will if you corner me. Don’t put me in that position, Laura. Believe me when I say that hurting my children is the last thing on my mind. I do not want to do that, but I will if I have to.” The sheer determination she felt from him as he spoke instilled a weak laugh in her chest. Tears begged to spill but she was way past those, so instead she bit her lips, glaring daggers at the monster before her.

“If that’s what it takes to stop you from going to the police, or crying to anyone we know about this- that’s what’s going to happen. Elizabeth will never walk again for the rest of her life. Neither will Evan, neither will Michael. And their blood will be on your hands.” He pointed a finger at her, stepping closer. “You think about that, dear, before you do something you shouldn’t…”

Almost on instinct Laura took a step back, finding herself with the back against the wall. In spite of that, she did her best to hide any semblance of fear even though William walked closer still.

“I don’t want them to get involved. I really don’t, but I can’t let you talk. If you manage to twist up a story about how bad of a father I am, and how much I’ve scared all of you just by sleeping under the same roof as you, even though I think we can both agree I’ve been anything but- if you can play the victim card and convince anyone of something so- outlandish…” Another step. This time he was close enough that if he leaned down their foreheads would touch. “There’ll be nothing left for me to lose.”

The urge to spit in his face and slap him clawed fiercely at her, and it took everything she had not to. Worse, the horrid stench of alcohol to burn her lungs made her want to puke.

“You pig…” Her tongue slipped, and for a moment she was worried this would be it for her, but William didn’t seem to have heard the insult. If he did he chose not to acknowledge it, thankfully.

“And if I’m not there to raise those three, who will? What good are they to anyone, without me? They’re brats, and that is all they ever will be without someone to make sure they don’t end up dead in some godforsaken ditch- or, or- or having to live from one day to the next, spending their entire adult lives wondering how they got there! Unhappy, frustrated with themselves and feeling like they have no one to turn to. Having to-...!” William cut himself off, dragging his palms across his face in an exacerbated manner.

The veins in his neck pulsated faster, but when he opened his mouth the words came out calm.

“I can’t allow them to be like me.” He said it in a self-affirmatory kind of way. On that they could agree on. “They’re brats, but they’re mine, and I love them. I’ll do anything it takes to protect my children. Even killing them, if I must. As regrettable as that would be.” Not one ounce of emotion was present in his voice as he uttered that.

Laura inhaled despite the smell, praying to God she’d break before he did. They were so close that all it would take to incapacitate him was a knee to the groin. After that a straight kick to the sternum would take away his air and another, well placed one to the back of the head might just do the trick.

“I’m extending an olive branch here, Laura. Even after everything you’ve done. Leave, and you can rest assured that the children you gave birth to will be safe and happy. I promise you they’ll be okay…” She wished she could o chuckle at that, but the more she looked into his eyes the more she found that he was dead serious. “But if you stay… I told you what happens. I can’t make myself any clearer.”

It was frightening how a person- dog like him could go so long without blinking.

“You have until tomorrow morning. Pack your things and leave. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. You have my word I won’t bother you, but only… for tonight. If you’re not gone by seven when I have to wake up to get ready for work- I don’t like repeating myself. I want you out of my house, away from my children and preferably out of the state. No goodbyes. Those would be too good for you.” He growled harshly, now refusing to look at her as he did so.

“How am I supposed to do that?!” She bit back, unable to think of anything else to ask.

William snapped his head in her direction, barely stopping himself from shouting.

“Pack your things, walk to the main road- it’s barely two miles away from here, search for the nearest telephone booth, order a cab.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You figure it out from there. I’ll leave some cash on the kitchen counter.” He breathed out, slowly leaning back. “I don’t have it in me to strangle you in your sleep, Laura.” He admitted like it was a Sunday morning. “You’re still the mother of those little shits, and I haven’t forgotten our fifteen bloody years together, but I can’t ever look at you the same way I did before. And they deserve better than some unfaithful whore incapable of raising them.”

“Like you’re one to talk… I don’t know how I’ve never noticed it before. Just how much of a self-obsessed, narcissistic piece of filth you are. You think yourself a father?? You deserve to burn, you stupid bastard.” She barked bitterly, wanting nothing more than to dig her nails through his skin for everything he’d said. To cause him the same amount of pain he’d caused their children.

The fact that he had the dignity to act like he’d been right to- she would’ve said more had the disgust not gotten to her.

“The feeling’s mutual, don’t worry `bout it.” He made a move to turn around after that but then decided to face her once again. “Get to packing. You try anything and I break your legs.”

There was nothing behind those silver eyes as he stared her down, his face still feral with rage much like hers. Laura struggled to keep herself from shuddering as she caught sight of his arms twitching. The fight going on inside over whether he should lunge at her then and there was more than obvious. The grim irony that she was thinking the exact same things as him… For Laura anyway, the only thing standing between her and his throat being squeezed to death was the sad reality of having very little actual chances of winning a physical fight with him. That, and their children.

They should be preparing for bed right about now.

“Trust me when I say I will know if you speak to someone about this. Oh, and… dear? Before I forget. If I get a call from either one of your parents asking me to take you back in instead of wanting to know where you are, everyone’s already going to be dead and buried before you come back.”

He let the threat linger for about a minute, neither one of them saying a word. Then, he smiled, and just like that he turned away, walking into the living room as if nothing had happened.

Laura closed her eyes for a second, allowing a single tear to roll down her left cheek before she pushed herself off the wall.

So be it. She silently thanked her former husband for reconfirming to her what she had to do. Taking a quick glance at the kitchen, her gaze fell upon a rolling pin that was sitting very closely near the sink.

There was no going back after this, but she didn’t care. The only thought running through her mind was what would happen to her kids if she allowed this monster to take another breath.

Laura waited until he was completely out of view to go and pick up the rolling pin. As quiet as she could be on heels, she followed him into the living room and raised the pin high above her head. William must’ve sensed she was there, but she moved too fast for him to react. After all, if she failed she wouldn’t get another chance.

Having gathered all of her strength, Laura swung the roller down as hard as possible, hitting William right over the head with it. He fell face first without much protest and in response she let out a sigh of relief. Judging by his still expanding upper torso however, there was no way that had killed him, but she didn’t need to do that to get her children away from him.

Absentmindedly she dropped the pin, holding her hand to stop it from trembling.

Right. The priority was to get those three as far away from him as she could before he woke up. But where could she even take them at this hour?

As if a higher power had heard her inner question, she spotted the framed picture of Henry and William on one of the emptier shelves of their bookcase, over by the sofa.

“No time to lose…” She whispered to no one as she approached the telephone.

(Something to come in the near future. Hopefully around chapter 27.)

[thedragonagelesbian]

Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask List also multiples of 10 for Cyrus <3

:DDD (answering for Pallybarb Cyrus since he's the one I've finished the game with)

BG3 Tav ask list

10. What was your Tav like as a child?

Cyrus was the joy of his parents' lives as they struggled to raise him on the run from Malcolm's archfey warlock patron. He never fussed or complained even as they were constantly on the move up and down the Sword Coast. At 16 (still very much a child by elf standards), he even took his father's death in stride, steeling himself against his grief so he could provide for himself and his mother.

20. Finally, what does your Tav feel as the Nautiloid crashes? Are they scared? Are they thinking of a way to survive?

In Fantasy High, there's a wizard with a frog familiar described as having exactly two moods: 'happy to be here gang' and 'mm i'm not sure about this'. Those aren't Cyrus' only two moods, but he's pretty unflappable so long as no one else's life is on the line, so even as he's like. ostensibly hurtling to his death, his attitude is one of 'well this isn't ideal...'

30. Who does your Tav think of when they go to sleep at the goblin/tiefling party? Or are they lucky and do they get to spend the night with the person they want?

He breaks up with Astarion, flirts with Gale, and chats with Karlach about how desperately they want to fuck each others' brains out. Cyrus maybe has enough wine in him to try touching her anyway & gives himself some third degree burns just to hold her hand for a heartbeat.

(He would've flirted with Wyll too, but Karlach's scene wasn't triggering if I didn't keep the Wyll interaction strictly platonic)

40. Did your Tav agree to kill the Guardian or did they go talk to them instead?

This version of Cyrus had absolute unwavering faith in the Guardian up until the negotiation with Raphael in Sharess' Caress and the Emperor forcing the truth of their agreement from his mind afterward.

50. Does your Tav save the tieflings & gnomes?

Yep! I savescummed so hard to get them all out but yes.

60. Did you clear Moonrise Towers of the shadow curse?

Yes!! I've mentioned this briefly before, but rescuing Thaniel and Oliver is the very first thing Cyrus does after breaking his oath. The scene I have in my head is Halsin feeling like Cyrus losing his oath is yet another casualty of the shadow curse, another good thing lost to his mistakes. But Cyrus promises him that they're going to fix it right now together, and in the portal fight, he debuts his new oathbreaker channel divinity where you can make an undead creature your ally. For him, it's a moment of realizing that he hasn't lost as much as he thought and that these new powers can still be used for good, despite knowing he'll carry a shard of this shadow in his soul for the rest of his life. For Halsin, it's a moment of profound hope and potential. The mists parting for the first time.

I wish they could kiss about it right then and there but they get around to it eventually.

70. Does your Tav make a deal with Raphael?

Yes. 8 wisdom strikes again, Karlach was understandably very pissed with him when she found out.

80. Does your Tav free the slaves from Steel Watch Foundry? Do they side with the Gondians or with Wulbren?

Cyrus was really on team 'blow everything up' until meeting Zanner, at which point the plan became 'save the Gondians and THEN blow everything up'. Sorry, Wulbren, the Ironhands are Barcus' now.

90. Do they betray the Emperor/Orpheus/their companions for the Absolute?

Nope, and like I get why that option is there but it does feel a little silly how many times the game presents you with the thought during what is more or less a strictly lawful good run sdfoijapfsd

100. Did Karlach get upgraded? Did she turn Illithid? Did she return to Avernus? If so, did Tav join her, or Wyll, or both?

Yes, Karlach got upgraded, no Cyrus never sold or let go of a single piece of infernal iron after meeting her (DID sell a scrap of it to Volo for some health potions before recruiting her and felt absolutely awful about not realizing how important it was).

After all is said and done with the Netherbrain, on the docks of the harbor of their hometown, Cyrus is 100% ready to let Karlach go. It's hard and it hurts, but if there's anything that breaking his oath taught him, it's that you have to let go sometimes, and he can't bear to ask her to return to Avernus just to spare his feelings, and he's prepared to rage and hold her through the whole thing.

...And then Wyll makes one last plea for her to come to Avernus with him.

Cyrus hesitates. Assures Karlach that he would follow her no matter where she goes, and Karlach chooses to go to Avernus.

In my head, there's a quick & passionate goodbye to Halsin before Cyrus, Karlach, and Wyll all rush off to the House of Hope as Karlach realizes that what scared her most about returning to Avernus might have been the possibility of being alone again-- and that her husband and her best friend aren't going to let that happen.

...That being said.

There's a lot else that's scary about Avernus. And I have a /real/ axe to grind with in-game (and, to a minor and very petty extent, fandom) presentation of this ending.

Like. There's a Zariel statblock in Descent into Avernus. We know exactly how powerful she is-- and it's powerful enough to grind three unprepared level 12 adventurers beneath her flaming fallen angel heel. The way the Avernus ending is presented, especially now with the epilogue, Karlach's fear of being forced back into the Blood War seems unfounded, because the worst thing that happens to her, Wyll, and her LI is they have to spend like a year fighting fiends nonstop. Which still sucks as a way to live, but the game is much more interested in it being BadassTM and CoolTM than lingering even on this milder form of sucking. In my opinion, it completely rips all the stakes out of the choice itself, because Karlach dying is less of a legitimate narrative choice if the alternative is just... Yeah you have to kill a bunch of fiends, but you literally find the magic solution to everything in fucking six months anyway, so??????

Hells, I was kind of hoping for Halsin to have some negative and unresolved feelings about Cyrus ditching him, just so there would be some sense of consequence for the decision.

And I realize that the narrative complexity I'm seeking won't fit into the minuscule square hole labeled 'ending cutscene & epilogue dialogue' but maybe Larian should've kept working on the game long enough to make fixing Karlach's heart part of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So. I'm making my own consequences. In my version of things, Karlach, Cyrus, and Wyll have the House of Hope as a safe haven, but only to the extent that it can be protected, defended, and kept hidden from Zariel, which is further complicated by Wyll still being in a pact with Mizora. I need to keep marinating on the details, but some broad ideas are (a) Cyrus getting exposed to demon ichor and dealing with the consequence of that (growing a tail); (b) rescue mission after Karlach gets kidnapped to be taken back to Zariel; (c) I want Dammon to give SOMEONE an infernal iron prosthetic limb... probably Cyrus. Infernal heart + infernal hand??? I think it's cute at least; (d) trying to get Wyll out of his pact (again) (given our average of 11 int and 10 wis, this can ONLY go well)

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 22

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

Oliver had been weird lately.

It was subtle but he sounded almost nervous on their phone calls and there was a text he sent last week that Cooper kept going back to.

You like me, right? I'm not just imagining all of this?

Cooper didn't know why Oliver asked and he hoped it wasn't because he was having second thoughts about them continuing to talk but he reassured him the best he could.

‘Maybe I had shown my hand a little too much but I needed him to know that I was still very much interested in him.’

Of course I like you. A lot. You're amazing and I think about the two weeks we spent together all the time. I wish you were here to hike with me and have picnics in the woods. And I wish you were in my bed. I miss your body on mine and the way we fit together. I miss you. I don't know where this is going but I want it to work. I want you in my life however you'll have me, even if it's just friends. Even if it's long distance.

Thanks, Cooper. I feel the same.

Cooper read it over and over.

He said he felt the same and seeing that had made Cooper float around in a happy daze for the rest of the day.

That should be all that mattered.

But Cooper had poured his heart out and Oliver’s response was short.

Cooper was confused, to say the least.

The last thing he wanted was another guy from a city leading him on and making him think he was interested in making things work.

He'd been burned by this almost every time in the past.

He didn't want this to end with Oliver asking him to move to California or even just moving to Seattle.

He didn't want Oliver to string him along and have fun with him from a distance until he found someone who lived closer.

Cooper didn't think Oliver was like that or that he would do those things but he needed answers.

On his way home from work, Cooper called Oliver.

As much as he wanted answers about his text and the way he felt, he also wanted to hear his voice.

                                              ******

"Hey, Coop." he answered.

"What's up?"

"Driving home. Thinking about you."

Cooper could tell Oliver was smiling when he replied.

"I've been thinking about you, too. How was work?"

“It was good. The usual. But um... I wanted to ask about that text you sent."

"I hope that wasn't weird. I was going to explain the next time I talked to you. Which unfortunately can't be now, since I'm still at work and we've got a big deadline with one of our studies. We've got a lot going on the next two days and I'm picking up a few shifts at the hospital too, so I'm barely going to be able to text, let alone call. But how about I make it up to you with a video call? You free on Saturday afternoon?"

"For you, I'll make time."

Oliver laughs.

"Sometimes I still can't believe it when you say things like that. It's the complete opposite of my experience with Brad. Anyway, I've got to go but I'm happy you're in my life. Just know that."

"I'm happy to be in your life. Try not to work too hard, okay? I'll talk to you on Saturday."

Cooper hung up the phone and watched the evergreen trees pass by his truck in a blur as he drove.

He did feel a little sad that the call had been so short.

He missed Oliver a lot, more than he would ever let on.

And he was still confused.

He hadn't gotten any of the answers he wanted and he was going to have to wait until Saturday for that.

‘Two days had never felt so far away.’

                                                 ******

When Saturday afternoon finally arrived, Cooper was trying to keep his nerves under control.

He didn't know if Oliver was about to tell him that he just wanted to stay friends or if he was going to ask about a long distance relationship.

He tried to prepare himself for both possibilities and not let himself hope that they'd end the call as boyfriends.

As he sets up his laptop in the living room, there is a knock at his door.

He glances at his watch and curses.

Whatever this is, he needs to handle it quickly since his call with Oliver is in five minutes.

He strides over to the door and opens it but the person standing there is the last person he ever expected to see.

Oliver was standing in front of him with a soft smile on his face.

"Hi, Coop."

Cooper blinks at him, his mouth hanging open and he hoped he wasn't hallucinating.

"What are you doing here?"

Before Oliver could answer him, Cooper lunged forward and put his arms around him, giving him a giant bear hug.

‘It was really him. He was really here.’

"I missed you," Oliver said, his voice muffled against Cooper’s chest.

"That's why I'm here."

Cooper pulls back and slowly smiles, shaking his head as he looks at him.

"This is a hell of a surprise. How did you get here?"

Cooper peers over Oliver’s shoulder and sees an unfamiliar car in his driveway.

Oliver's eyes are bright but he seemed nervous.

"I drove. I wanted to visit you. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," Cooper says, hugging him again, not being able to keep his hands off him.

"I've missed you too. I can't believe you're here. This is way better than a video call and you showing up out of the blue explains everything about the past couple weeks," Cooper laughs, feeling relieved that all of the weirdness was because Oliver was trying to surprise him.

"How long can you stay? And why didn't you fly?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about. I haven't found an apartment in San Diego yet, so I packed my stuff into my car and drove up here. I... um... I actually have a job interview at the hospital in Port Angeles. If you're okay with me staying, I can take the job if they offer it to me."

It seemed like everything stopped and Cooper stared at Oliver for a few seconds before he had to remind himself to breathe.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asks, his heart pounding in his chest.

Oliver nods.

"I like you a lot. And I like Washington. I thought it through and there isn't much keeping me in San Diego. The interview is for a temporary job, so it'd give me a few months to see how things are working out between us and decide if I want to move here permanently."

Cooper’s throat tighten and he fight the tears that try to spring to his eyes.

Oliver had already looked into this enough to find employment here.

‘He was offering to change everything in his life to be with me, be with me here in Washington, with my family in the place I considered home. No guy had ever even entertained the idea.’

Cooper’s eyes well up as a huge smile breaks across his face.

He pulls Oliver into another hug, squeezing him tight.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," he chokes out, his voice breaking.

"I always thought I'd have to choose between love and the place I call home."

Oliver squeezed him back.

"I didn't want you to have to do that. You deserve to have everything you want."

"So do you."

Cooper put his hands on Oliver’s shoulders and holds the young man away from him, no longer caring about the tears running down his face and settling into his beard.

"Is Washington really what you want? Do you think you can be happy here?"

"You're what I want," Oliver says, punctuating that statement by leaning forward and kissing the tip of Cooper’s nose.

"Washington is a bonus. I really liked it here. I'll have you, all of the beautiful scenery around us and a family to spend time with. It sounds perfect to me."

"It does. You're perfect," Cooper whispers.

Oliver wrapped his arms around the back of Cooper’s neck, pressing his chest, hips and thighs against him.

Cooper meets his lips and kisses him hungrily, not capable of taking it slow.

Oliver hums and tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of Cooper’s neck.

Just hearing the sounds Oliver makes sets Cooper’s blood on fire and he puts his hands under his ass and lifts him by the back of his thighs.

Without breaking the kiss, Oliver wraps his legs around Cooper’s waist.

The older man walked them to his bedroom, trying to keep kissing his young lover while also trying not to run into any of the walls or doorways.

Cooper mostly succeeded.

Oliver was laughing as Cooper dropped him onto the bed.

Cooper immediately pulled his flannel shirt over his head so the young man could see more of him.

Oliver’s hands tugged at the waistband of Cooper’s pants and in no time at all they were both naked and laying skin to skin on the bed.

"I've missed this, so much," Oliver murmured, his thumb stroking Cooper’s cheek.

"Me too. Every night, I wished you were in my bed."

Oliver smiles.

"And now I am. What are you going to do right now?"

"Anything and everything.

Oliver’s hands went to Cooper’s ass, kneading both cheeks.

"I've been dreaming about your ass ever since I left."

Cooper groaned and pulled Oliver on top of him.

Their bodies began to move together as they got lost in each other.

It was paradise being with him again, better than any view from a mountain top or a sunset over the ocean.

His hands roamed over his body so he could feel every inch of his skin and make up for the time they were apart.

He wanted to memorize every line and curve of his body.

"You're so hot," Oliver breathes, staring down at Cooper with half-lidded eyes.

"Everything about your body does it for me."

Time stretched on, one moment of bliss after another.

His thrusts are slow and they are more focused on gentle kisses and fingers trailing across skin than they were on getting off quickly.

Now that Oliver was going to live here, rather than just visit, it felt like they had all the time in the world.

"I want to keep going," I said, my voice strained.

"But I don't know how much longer I can last."

He squeezed his hips with his thighs, trying to draw him even closer.

"We have all night for round two. And round three and four and..."

That was enough of a distraction and he laughed.

"Let's not get carried away. That sounds awesome but maybe too ambitious."

"Too ambitious? Is that a challenge?"

Oliver snorts.

cooper loves seeing him laugh and he was going to make it his goal to make him laugh every day.

If Oliver was going to move here to be with him, Cooper was going to be the best boyfriend he'd ever had.

Cooper wanted Oliver to feel loved and desired and to know that he would always put him first.

His happiness would be his biggest priority.

His next words were risky but Oliver deserved to hear them.

He deserved to feel secure in this relationship.

Cooper cradles Oliver’s cheek in his hand and looked right into his eyes and he allowed his expression to settle into something more serious.

"I know this is probably too soon but you should know how I feel. I love you, Oli," Cooper says, his voice low and soft.

Oliver leans down and kisses Cooper gently, his lips barely brushing his.

"Maybe it is too soon but I love you too. I'm so happy to be here with you. I feel like I'm home."

Cooper was going to get choked up again, so he kissed Oliver back rather than try to speak.

He kissed down to Oliver’s jaw and kept going, down his neck and all the way to his collarbone, where he left a kiss bruise on his skin.

It brought his attention back to their bodies and in a matter of seconds he was thrusting back into him, this time with a purpose.

There was no way either of them could last at this pace, so it wasn't long before Oliver was shouting my name and gripping the sheets in his fists.

Cooper saw his eyelids flutter closed as he moaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

Oliver squeezed around him, trying to draw as much pleasure out of Cooper as he could.

He collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around his as they both let their breathing even out.

Cooper kissed Oliver’s temple and nuzzled his nose into his hair.

"Can we do this every day? You're amazing."

Oliver grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them, not bothering to lift his head from Cooper’s chest.

"If we're not working or hiking, I want to be in bed with you," Oliver murmurs.

"You're the best, Coop."

Cooper didn't think he could ever be happier than he was right now.

He had is dream guy in his arms, in his bed, in his house.

Everything Cooper needed was here in Washington and he couldn't wait for all of the days ahead with Oliver.