#I’ll come over for dinner and wine gossip

[ashbeneviento]

Tbh, it boggles my mind that some of y’all genuinely don’t like Mia. And I mean sure, you don’t have to LOVE her or even agree with the things she did do..but are we not seeing the same multidimensional character with an amazing development?

We barely see her in Village and yet her presence is still crucial to the story it tells. She made an impact without even needing to be there!

Not to mention she worked with MIRANDA? I want to know everything about it. How long did they really know eachother? Did they get along? Did Mia possibly consider having Rose be raised by The Connections because she knew she would be “special”, like Ethan?

Did she truly believe what she was doing was right, or is there something still wrong with Mia? Was she ever actually cured? The amount of therories and headcanons about her alone is just 🤌🏻 I LOVE when characters are made like this. Prehaps it’s why I also love Donna and Miranda for the same reasons.

Like Mia is just so INTERESTING and I am so sad when I find out most people hate her. Like who am I supposed to blab about her to?! Ethan?? Absolutely not. He’d have a panic attack and curl up on the floor.

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie where Eddie moves into a small house in a retirement mobile home park. He is the youngest guy there and is pretty handy. All the old ladies in the neighbourhood start to talk about him when he begins to offer his handyman skills to them as well.

One day after finishing up winterizing Mrs. Harrington’s water supply to her trailer she invites Eddie inside for some tea to warm up. Winter hadn’t hit yet but it was already nippy out she told him. Once inside she invites him to come over Sunday night to join her and her friends ‘book club’. At first Eddie politely declines but once she explains to him that its all the old ladies in the neighbourhood sitting around drinking wine, smoking joints, and gossiping he’s in.

Enter Steve who visits his grandma every Sunday for dinner and sometimes stays for her gossip sessions with all the other bitties in the neighbourhood because the snacks are always great. Steve is surprised that week when the door bell rings and a hot long haired pierced man covered in tattoos is standing there instead of another old woman handing him her coat and cane. Steve sputters for a moment but then his grandmother is coming up behind him explaining this is the young man who fixed her water supply for her.

“Well um, thank you for that.” Steve nods awkwardly, watching over his shoulder as his grandmother waddled away back to her friends. “You didn’t have to come though, sorry if she twisted your arm about it, she’s stubborn.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with a small chuckle.

“It’s okay I really don’t mind.” Eddie smiled easily, inching his way into the house and Steve’s personal space. “Smoking weed with a bunch of old ladies and gossiping about my new neighbours sounds like a great way for me to spend my Sunday.” He winked.

“I- yeah it is pretty fun.” Steve agreed having not moved at all. “The snacks are always great too, you’ll have to try Betty’s blondie cake it’s always my favourite.” Steve leaned in to whisper conspiratorially.

Eddie beamed back at him, eyes roving all over Steve’s face before pausing at his lips for a second then darting back up to his eyes. “Lead the way then big boy.” Eddie bit his lip at how red Steve’s face got, he decided to push it slipping his hand into Steve’s.

“Yeah- uh sure yeah.” Steve nodded dumbly staring at their connected hands for a moment before snapping out of it and tugging Eddie along. “Everything is set up in the living room, I just got the fire going to so it should be warm.”

By the end of the night Eddie and Steve were melted into one another on a small single seater in the corner of the room. They watched as all the ladies gathered their coats one by one as their husbands came to collect them.

“It’s sweet.” Steve sighed unprompted, his head lolled against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie made a questioning noise so he continued. “Seeing their husbands come walk them back home at the end of the night. They aren’t annoyed that their wives are giggly and a bit wobbly they are just happy they are happy and want to be there to take care of them.”

“You are a sappy stoner Steve.” Eddie teased, he moved his hand over and dropped it onto Steve’s thigh giving it a squeeze. “Can’t say I blame you though, it is very cute to see.” Eddie sighed before unsticking himself from Steve’s side and making his way to the door himself. “I better get going, no husband to come walk me home”. He blushed at the implication of his own words.

“I’ll be your husband.” Steve blurted then immediately turned red. “I mean- I meant that I uhum-“

“You can walk me home Steve.” Eddie smiled wide and teasingly. He looked his arm through Steve’s and tugged him through the door, waving goodbye to Mrs.Harrington with a promise to be back next week.

The walk was short considering Eddie was only 2 houses down and one across. They kept their arms looped the entire 3 minutes they walked, and once they reached the door Steve still hadn’t let go.

“Well goodnight.” Steve spoke first, ducking his head away. He took a deep breath then looked back to Eddie determination on his face when he spoke. “See you next week?”

Eddie smiled but shook his head, “I was hoping sooner, how does Wednesday sound?” He moved in closer his hand sliding down to Steve’s waist.

“Wednesday is great I love Wednesday.” Steve nodded frantically then cringed. “I mean I don’t actually love all Wednesday’s just this one because we are-“

Eddie cut his rambling off with a kiss. He leaned in and connected their lips, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of Steve’s head.

Steve melted into the kiss, his body going lax in Eddie’s hold, “Thanks for saving me from embarrassing myself further.”

“Anytime sweetheart.”

[bouncybongfairy]

First off, I love your writing and I can’t get enough really. I’ve been obsessed with your atla stuff and I was wondering if you’d be down to write for Sokka. Any smut really but like something like, you’re traveling with the gaang and there’s tons of tension with him. If not no hard feelings whatsoever, just a suggestion.

Do You?

Sokka x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: There's been a lot of tension between you and Sokka for the past couple of weeks. After and heated argument, Anng send both of you to get some air. Sokka finds you in a tavern after a couple of drinks and both your feelings come to the surface.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Appa had been sick for the past couple days, meaning you guys were basically stranded until he was better. It didn’t help that you and Sokka had been going at it lately. You weren’t really sure why but everything he did drove you crazy. Anng paired the two of you up to skin the fish for tonight's dinner. The entire time he was criticizing you about how you were descaling it. Bragging about back home he could prepare a fish faster than anyone.

“Oh so since you’re the best and can do it ‘fAsTeR tHaN aNyOnE’ you can do this on your own,” you said, standing up and wiping your hands. 

“Sloppy help is better than no help,” he huffed. 

“Whatever, I'll go help Katara,” you said. 

“Wait no- okay I’ll chill with the critiques. Let me teach you,” he said, reaching his hand out. 

Without saying anything, you walked back over and sat on your knees. He sat behind you, his knees on the outside of your hips and thighs. Giving you the knife and securing your grip with his own. Holding onto the outsides of your hands as he instructed. As he talked, you could feel his breath against the back of your neck. Due to him being so close to your ear, he lowered his voice. Speaking with a soft and gentle tone, making your ears burn slightly. You began unknowingly letting yourself enjoy this. The way you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Liking the feeling of his body against yours and his smell engulfing your nose. 

“See,even you can do it!” he said in an extremely patronizing way. 

“Fuck off,” you said, feeling overwhelmed by how much you were enjoying his touch. Also not appreciating his poking fun at you even more. 

“Ugh you’re exhausting, even when I try being nice you push me away. Can't you see that I like -ahem- that I’m like, trying to make an effort!” he said, cheeks flushing red. 

“That’s it! I’m tired of hearing the two bickering none stop. Both of you need space from each other! Sokka you go that way, y/n you go that way. I don’t care what you do, but don’t come back until you figure out why both of you are so insufferable!” Anng yelled, slamming his glider onto the ground. 

The two of you made intense eye contact before walking away. Luckily for you, he sent you in the direction of a local market in the village. The walk gave you a lot of time to think; when he was helping you skin the fish, it felt like he had underlying feelings. Like he was purposely finding an excuse to be close to you. The tone in his voice was different, you never heard him talk like that to anyone else.​​ The way he slid his hands along your arms before grabbing your hands. It was becoming evident that the frustration and tension you’ve been feeling wasn’t caused by anger. 

You finally reached a tavern, it wasn’t much but it was cozy. Drunk men singing and goofing off with each other. A group of women gossiping with each other adjacent to a group of men playing Pai Sho. Immediately feeling out of place, you walk up to the barmaid and ask for whatever she recommended. Which ended up being some type of fermented wine. One of the young men comes up to you, trying to engage in conversation. 

“Are you new to town? I’ve been coming here for a couple years but I've never seen you,” he says, smiling while holding his drink. 

“Oh um, yeah I’m just staying in town for a couple days,” you explain, finishing off your drink and ordering another one. 

“Aww that’s a shame, I bet I could convince you to stay for a little longer,” he said, which made you giggle. 

You were now polishing off your third drink, watching the card games going on by drunk men. Enjoying the music, making conversation with the other patrons. Dancing with the group of young women from earlier. You didn’t realize Sokka was watching you from the wooden doors. Eventually the young gentlemen who you were speaking with earlier, starts to dance with you. Sokka was visibly getting more irritated, watching his hand travel down your back. Once the guy wrapped his arms around you, pressing himself against you from behind, he couldn’t control himself. Stomping over and pulling you out of the dude's grip. Your heart sank once your eyes fell onto him. Like you’d been caught doing something wrong, looking you up and down with such disappointment.

“We're leaving,” Sokka growled, grabbing you by the upper arm gently. 

“Does she want to leave with you,” the guy asked. 

“Do you?” Sokka asked, looking down at you. Feeling quite tipsy it made you nervous to speak. Like if you opened your mouth, only stupidness would come out. He was looking at you with such intensity and jealousy, you nodded your head in agreement. Leading you out of the building, into an alley behind the building. Giving you two some privacy while waiting for him to talk. 

“Are you mad?” you asked. 

“I feel like I've dropped all the hits I can. I don’t know if this is like… your way of making me just admit it but I like you. If you keep pushing me away every time I come onto you then I just won’t anymore. I can’t take it,” he said, walking over to the river bank. Letting his hair free from its pony tail out of frustration. Falling onto his knees and splashing some cool water onto his face. Seeing how disappointed he was in your actions made you feel stupid. Like you were blind to all his advances and playful teasing and it was too late to let your feelings known. However, you were drunk enough to at least give it a shot. Walking over to him and joining where he sat in the grass. 

“I think I was just nervous -hiccup- to tell you how I felt. Then because I was holding all my feelings inside, I became standoffish. I’m sorry,” you said, brushing the partially wet hair off his face before continuing, “Please don’t think I’m only saying this because I drank. Drunk thoughts are sober words… or is it sober words are drunk thoughts,” you begin making him laugh. 

“Are you gonna make me ask for a kiss?” you asked, he took your offer and smashed his lips against yours. 

Lips melting together as you straddle his lap. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it. Moaning as you started grinding down on his dick print. The alcohol in your system was making you more ballsy, desperately grinding yourself against him. Enjoying the friction against your clit. Sokka’s mouth hung open as bucked his hips up. Gripping your hips tightly, helping work you on him. He was sitting up, back against the back wall of the tavern. You were holding his face in your hands, moaning and panting against his lips. Pressing his forehead against your chest as he started to cum. His hips spasming from underneath, you could feel his length spasm against your core, sending you into climax. Time slowed while fire was pooling in your lower abdomen and you frantically rubbed yourself against him. Letting your head fall towards, letting him support your weight while cooling down. Both of you walking hand and hand, his giving you a piggy back ride once you became too tired. 

“Great, see sometimes a little space does people good. Glad you guys worked it out,” Anng said as the two of you walked to separate tents. 

“Oh trust me, we really worked through our problems,” Sokka remarked before everyone turned in.

[thealtoduck]

Forbidden Fruit

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Theon in his asshole era, anal sex, loss of virginity, doggy style, use of the word ”whore”, Theon referring to your ass as a ”cunt”, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, spit as lube, everyone kinda wants to fuck you too…

Summary: Theon has his eyes set on you and wants to be your first…

——

The sounds swords clanging against each other rang out over the courtyard of Winterfell as Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark practised their swordfighting. Both of them in full focus on the task of beating the others.

Theon was just about to land a winning strike when someone behind Robb distracted him, stealing his focus. A beautiful young man, Y/n Poole, the son of the steward of Winterfell. Theon was distracted just long enough for Robb to be able to knock him to the ground.

”Come on Theon, keep your eyes on your opponent” Robb said annoyed and turned to see what Theon had been looking at, his eyes landing on you. ”Y/n, the steward’s son?” Robb questioned his friend. ”I’ve heard one of the chefs claim he took his virginity but he was drunk so i think he might have lied” Robb gossiped as he continued looking at you.

”I wouldn’t mind fucking him myself” he then said to the annoyance of Theon. ”Oh please, is the little lord Robb Stark gonna fuck the steward’s son?” Theon mocked him. ”He needs someone to take his boy cunt like the little whore he is” Theon said looking hungrily towards you as you were talking to a couple of castle guards.

”And that’s going to be you?” Robb questioned sarcastically. But Theon wasn’t listening he was already planning.

——

That night during dinner…

Theon watched you as you sat next to Jon, chatting cheerfully. Theon needed to catch you alone. Luckily for him he’d get his shot soon… You were also sat next to Sansa Stark which put you in the crossfire between her and her sister Arya’s never ending war.

Arya loaded her spoon with a piece of meat pie and launched it towards Sansa… but she missed hitting your chest, dirtying your light grey tunic. ”Arya! Look what you did?!” Sansa scolded her younger sister. ”I’m so sorry about her” Sansa apologised frantically as she tried to wipe of your shirt with a cloth napkin.

”Don’t worry about it Lady Sansa, i’ll just go change” you said calmly, standing up from the table and walking off. Theon saw this was his chance to finally meet you alone.

He soon managed to sneak away from the the dining hall. He stopped by the kitchens and snagged two goblets and a pitcher of wine, then he made his way through Winterfell castle towards the small part occupied by Steward of Winterfell and his family.

He knocked on the door he knew belonged to you. ”One moment” came your voice from the inside. Then the door opened revealing you in a nightshirt and underwear, you quickly wrapped yourself in a thin blue robe to cover up more for you’re unexpected visitor.

”Theon” you said happily at sight of him. ”Sorry, i’m not more properly dressed i was just about to go to bed” you said tying your robe. ”Oh no worries” he said with a flirty smile, you were gonna be even less dressed once he was done with you.

”How can i help you?” you asked. ”Oh, i just wondered if you’d like to have quick drink with me” he said holding up the pitcher and the two goblets he brought. You looked unsure. ”If you’re not too tired of course” he quickly added.

”Of course, a drink wouldn’t hurt” you said and held open the door for him, letting him in to your bed chamber. Theon observed the room, it was smaller than his own. It had a small square window with a nice view. A little fire place where a fire was burning, heating up the cold castle room.

A square table with a set of two chairs and a clothing chest right next to it. And finally the bed, which was draped in soft blankets. Above it hung a banner for your House, House Poole. The room was textbook definition of what Theon would describe as cozy.

You sat down in one of the chairs by the table, as Theon put the goblets on the table, pouring wine in each and then putting the pitcher down. He sat down in the other chair, you both grabbed your goblets. ”Cheers” Theon said and you clinked your goblets together and drank.

The two of you talked for a while. Theon decided to start testing the waters. He moved his leg slightly making it rest against yours, your eyes drifted to his leg for half a second before you looked back to him but you didn’t move away.

Time passed as you told Theon a story, once you finished it became quiet through the chamber. ”You’re really pretty you know” Theon stated boldly filling the silence in the room. Before you had time to respond Theon started talking ”Some of the staff has been talking about it, how they want to fuck you. Even the lordling Robb Stark said so”.

”And i understand them, you are very pretty” he continued. You looked rather unsure what to answer. ”Tell me Y/n, have you ever been fucked before?” Theon asked shamelessly, leaning closer to you. ”I… no, i have not” you told him, trying to stay casual.

”Would you like to be?” Theon then asked immodestly, leaving you slightly stunned. ”By-…By you?” you asked, Theon gave you a smirk as comformation. ”I-I wouldn’t know what to do” you said shyly. Theon played with the strings of your night shirt and said ”Don’t worry, i’ll show you”.

He then pulled you in to a kiss, his lips pushing hungrily against yours. Theon pulled you both up from your seats leading you to the middle of the room as you made out. Theon pulled of your robe, then his own jacket and he continued until you were both left naked in front of each other.

Your dick had gotten erected from Theon’s sudden interest in you and it made Theon’s own manhood swell with pride. He took your wrist in his hand and guided your hand over his slightly fuzzy chest down to his erect manhood. It was the first time you had ever touched another man in such a manner.

He made you enclose your fingers around his hardend cock and tug at it a little, rubbing him off slowly. ”Feel what you do to me Y/n” he uttered.

He led you backwards towards your beds and your naked bodies climbed up on it. Theon laid you down on the bed and the two of you passionately made out. Theon moved his hands to you ass and let his fingers graze against your hole.

You were unfamiliar with his action as you had never experienced it before but let Theon continue. He slowly started pushing his finger inside you, making you audibly gasp against his lips at the feeling of being streched out. ”That’s right relax” Theon instructed.

Once he added next finger he did it more hastily, making you yelp quietly. Theon let out a small chuckle ”Such a warm nice cunt for me to fuck” Theon said before shoving in a third finger.

Theon then stood up on his knees, he grabbed you and positioned you on all fours, ass spread out in front of him. He spit in to his own hand rubbing it on his manhood. ”I’m gonna take you like a real lord would” Theon said which you wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a warning.

Theon didn’t waste any time and started pushing his rockhard cock inside your virgin hole, making you groan, feeling yourself be filled. ”Fuck your tight around my cock” Theon said pleasureably sheathing himself fully inside you.

Before you had time to adjust he snapped his hips forwards thrusting into you making you release a small cry. ”Was this what he had meant? Was this how lords fucked their wives?” you thought to yourself.

Theon grabbed your hips and started setting a pace a his hips thrust against your ass. His raw cock forcing your walls to stretch, you released several whines as Theon roughly plowed in to you. ”Fuck Theon, you’re so big” you said through your pained but pleasured moans.

Theon grabbed your head as he pounded your ass saying ”What would your steward father say? Seeing his son deflowered by Eddard’s Stark ward like some common whore”. As he thrusted as hard in to you as his body would let him.

”Maybe i should go get him after this and make him come look at his son’s cum stained body” Theon said cockily. You however couldn’t answer him as you had your face pressed against the matress moaning endlessly from the ecstasy of Theon’s cock fucking you.

”Maybe i should start coming by every night and make good use of your cunt and fill you with my seed” he suggested, his thrusts rocking your bed back and forth. ”Shame you can’t have my bastards” he added.

From the endless groans to the creaking bed, you hoped no one could hear you getting your virginity fucked out of you by Theon. You felt your own cock twitching getting close to your orgasm. ”I’m gonna cum” you moaned. And soon after your load dripped down on the sheets below.

Theon kept plowing in to you for several minutes, claiming your ass as his. Sweat glazed his and your body as the room had gotten hot and damp. He grunted and uttered a satisfied ”I’m gonna fill you with my cum”.

With one last rough thrust Theon shoved his manhood deep inside you, his cock erupting staining your innocene with his warm seed. He then pulled out of you with a smirk, seeing his cum leak out of puckered hole and running down your legs. You collapsed on to the matress below in exhaustion.

Theon was just about to get ready to leave but he couldn’t leave you like this. He covered your nakedness under the covers and blankets. He then started getting dressed and before he left planted a kiss on your forehead saying ”You were so good to me, Y/n, better than any common whore, you were divine”. He then gave you a last kiss before he left your bed chambers with a smirk and a feeling of satisfaction, and maybe even a little bit of love.

[creepsterdreams]

vere x virgin!reader is eating at my brain. would he be kind to them or would the monstrous instincts take over??

18+

I just wanna preface this by saying that Vere and virgin!reader would probably be an interestingly strange mix

Not saying he's someone to completely disregard it as a whole and do as he pleases, but the idea of "being gentle" is hard when every one of your instincts is screaming at you to fuck them into next week.

Firstly, upon even telling Vere that your a virgin, I deeply apologize but he will laugh

Not because he's making fun of you, but because you are probably the first person he's been with that hasn't had sex before

"A virgin hm? Well....maybe we should change that, don't you agree darling?"

Now he does in fact have a romantic bone in his body, instead of jumping straight to bedding you, he takes you out for a nice dinner somewhere in hightown (he even bought you an outfit just for that, but he won't tell you the price), then a walk through the streets later in the evening talking about whatever came to mind

It was mostly him gossiping about things he's heard from strangers but shhhh

But finally, it came time for him to bring you home (he did not want to do it in the Wet Wick btw) and start the fun stuff

The setting is probably at some hightown inn he spent god knows how much on

But when you get there, he has an entire set up

Roses, candles, very expensive wine, and the works

NSFW

He would start off by softly pinning you to the bed, planting soft kisses on your neck leading all the way up to your lips

Even as he's making out with you, tugging at your clothes to loosen them further, he continues being soft, not wanting to show you the more monstrous side just yet

He's saving that for later

Then he moves on to eating you out, slowly circling his tongue around your hole before dipping it in occasionally, looking up and smiling smugly at the sight of your pleasure filled expression

He makes you orgasm at least twice just on his tongue before he even gets to intercourse

Just because it's your first time doesn't mean he's any less of a tease

Now that he considers you "prepared" enough, it's time to get to the good part

He preferred if you remained in missionary the entire time, he wanted to see your face as he brought you to true bliss

He stayed still for a minute, wanting you to get used to his size

But after he began slowly trusting inside you, it took every bit of self-restrain not to ruin you

His head is thrown back and lets out a groan that sounds almost like growling, bearing his teeth and holding your hips with a bruising grip

“My my, you feel even better than I thought, pet.”

He stays true to his word and keeps a good pace as you both go on, but as he nears finishing, that’s when things get a little more rougher

He starts speeding up the thrusts before leaning down and harshly kissing you, lifting your legs so both are wrapped tightly around his waist

“I know I said I’ll be nice, but I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.”

Manages to hold off his own orgasm so you both can come together

What a nice fox am I right?🩷

Afterwords your both laying there, with him on top of you, out of breath and trying to recover from the euphoria

Eventually (as in after like 5 minutes) he slowly pulls out, causing you to whimper at the feeling but he coo’s at you and says not to be needy

After care so good you thought he switched personalities for a sec

He walks over to a large tub and fills it up with warm water, and then grabs a towel to gently wipe you clean with it, claiming he wouldn’t be able to stand sleeping with you “all sweaty” in the bed

He puts some of the rose petals in the tub and pours some wine for you both, before picking you up and setting you down in the bath so he can sit down behind you

Both of you proceed to talk and drink for some time, basking in each others presence

He keeps insisting on “helping” you wash yourself but we both know those are NOT his intentions

After the bath is done, he leads you towards the bed again and says that he’ll clean the tub tomorrow, right now you are his highest priority

You cuddle for some time, him whispering sweet words into your ears as he holds you in a possessive embrace, and he watches as doze off, slipping into a deep sleep

You couldn’t have asked for a better first time ^_^

[himluv]

This New Sensation (full)

All right, I am mostly recovered from my migraine. Thank you all for your patience! I hope you enjoy this next chapter of Say My Name (Say it Twice)!

Read it below or over on AO3!

Of course, it was late by the time Lucanis returned to the Lighthouse. He’d meant to be back in time for dinner, but he’d needed a few laps around the market to cool down. He expected the dining hall to be empty, so he was surprised to find Davrin sitting in the corner, whittling. 

“There you are,” the Warden said. 

Lucanis stopped a fair distance from the armchairs and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re waiting for me?”

Spite skulked around Davrin, sniffing at the man suspiciously. Wants. To talk.  He looked back at Lucanis, a deep frown on his purple face. Why?!

Davrin chuckled. “It’s nothing nefarious,” he said. “I just thought we should talk.”

Lucanis remained unconvinced and unmoved.

Davrin sighed. “What if we crack open a bottle?” He gave Lucanis a quick once over. “You look tense as shit.”

He sighed and looked away from the Warden. “I just spoke with my cousin for the first time since we deposed him.”

“Right,” Davrin said. “So… maybe we open two bottles?”

Lucanis snorted. “I’ll get the glasses.”

Spite followed after him, agitated. Going. To talk. To him?

“Yes,” he murmured as he reached for the stemware. 

Spite growled his displeasure, but seemed unable to come up with a reason Lucanis shouldn’t talk to Davrin. Other than he still held a grudge against the Warden for calling him “little”. Maker, that fight felt like ages ago. 

It was clear something was on Davrin’s mind, and if he’d waited this long into the night, it was unlikely to lead to a fight – he would have talked himself down by now. 

So, Lucanis got them each a glass and returned to the armchairs, where two bottles of a decent red stood waiting. He poured them each a glass, handing one to Davrin. Then he pinned the Warden with his stare. 

Davrin chuckled. “You don’t scare me,” he said. 

Lyingggggg, Spite hissed. Then he frowned. But. Only. A little.

Lucanis sighed. “I assume this is about Rook?”

“Yes and no,” Davrin said. He took a drink, swirled his glass, looked up at Lucanis and shook his head. “I don’t know how she does it,” he said. 

“Does what?”

“She breaks through to you,” he said. “When all anyone else gets is a brick wall.”

Lucanis considered that. He’d asked Embria much the same thing once, and even now, he wasn’t sure he understood it. But, he was certainly grateful for it. For her. 

Rook. Opens doors, Spite said, smiling. 

And, if there wasn’t a door, she’d make a way through anyway. 

Lucanis shrugged. “I don’t understand it, either,” he said. 

“And yet…” Davrin trailed off suggestively, raising his eyebrows at Lucanis. 

He smirked. “And yet,” he said. 

There was a long pause and then Davrin laughed. Lucanis frowned at him, but Davrin held up one hand and shook his head. “I told Bellara this wouldn’t work!”

He gaped at Davrin. “Mierda, that woman! She is relentless.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s writing a book about you two,” Davrin said, his grin bright in the candlelight. 

Lucanis pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maker, preserve me.”

Davrin laughed even harder, and Lucanis scowled at him. 

“Is this why you wished to speak with me?” He glanced at the wine and growled. “Loosen me up to get gossip for Bellara?”

“Please,” Davrin said. “I’m sure you can hold your drink better than that.”

Lucanis glared. Of course he could. “Obviously.”

Davrin sighed. “I wanted to say thanks,” he said. 

Lucanis took a drink, watching Davrin with suspicion. “For what?”

“For saving the Dalish.” All humor had fled his face and voice. His gaze and his tone made it clear that, to Davrin, this was serious. “For keeping Rook steady through… all of that.”

Is that what he’d done? Embria hadn’t seemed very steady to him. Especially not in the aftermath.

“Neve told you?” He asked. 

“Enough,” Davrin said. “About Solas and Elgar’nan yelling in her head. About the fight with her mother.”

Spite growled, pacing between their chairs in his agitation. 

Davrin shook his head and drained his glass. “That’s… an incredibly bad day.”

Lucanis shifted in his seat, swirling his wine. “You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“Probably don’t.” Davrin shrugged. “But, they’re my people, Lucanis.” Davrin refilled his glass. “Rook is my people.”

No, Spite growled. Rook. Is. OURS!

“So, yeah,” Davrin continued. “Thanks for that.”

Lucanis said nothing, just finished his wine. Davrin waited for him to refill his glass before continuing. 

“I also wanted to apologize.”

Lucanis smirked at him. “Oh?”

Even Spite looked at the Warden with renewed interest, though the demon was still wary of Davrin. 

“For accidentally drugging Rook.”

Lucanis snorted. 

Davrin’s smile was slow and cocksure. “You have to admit,” he said. “It was pretty funny.”

Lucanis rolled his eyes. “It was,” he admitted. “Until the vomiting started.”

Davrin waved him off. “You’re a master assassin,” he said. “You can’t handle a little puke?”

He snarled at Davrin. “I never said I didn’t handle it.”

Davrin leaned back in his seat, hand raised in defeat. “All right,” he said. “You handled it!” He laughed and shook his head while Lucanis sipped testily at his wine. 

“So,” Davrin continued. “Are we good?” He winced. “Again.”

Lucanis sighed. “We’ve been good, Davrin.” He grinned at the Warden. “I just wanted to let you sweat a little.”

Davrin blinked at him, then laughed. “Asshole,” he chuckled into his drink. 

Lucanis laughed, and any lingering tension in the room evaporated. 

They killed that bottle of wine, swapping stories of jobs gone wrong and bragging about jobs well done. By the time Rook entered the dining hall, Lucanis was a little drunk, his body warm and loose, his eyes just a little slow. 

Spite stood in the corner grumbling about Lucanis poisoning himself, but he ignored the demon, until he perked up and called out, Rook!

“You guys opened a bottle without me?” Rook stood before them, hands on her hips and an amused smile on her lips. 

Mierda, her lips.

He leaned forward, his own smile slow and wide. “Not a very good one,” he assured her. 

She looked at him, her gaze lingering – not with heat, but with humor. His mind was a little too fuzzy to understand what she found amusing, he only knew he liked the way she looked at him. 

“So, Rook,” Davrin said. 

Lucanis blinked at the Warden, momentarily surprised to hear his voice. He had forgotten Davrin was there. 

“What’s the worst job you’ve ever done?”

She snorted. “You’ve heard about that job I bungled with the Veil Jumpers.”

“But,” Lucanis said. “The others don’t tell it like you would.” He could imagine it – flailing hands and sound effects, her voice carrying the tale with all the right emphasis. With emotion. 

Mierda, she made him feel so much.

“Is anyone hungry?” He asked. “I can make something.” Neither Rook nor Davrin seemed to hear him, which was fine. Lucanis was perfectly happy to listen to her voice as she joked with Davrin, who was attempting to bully her into joining them.

He gazed at her, only half-listening, mostly just marveling at her existence. Embria was so… vibrant! Everything Lucanis had ever known was dull. Dark colors. Rigid and chafing expectations. Don’t show any feelings. Better yet, don’t feel anything at all! Control, control, control. Discipline at all costs. But, for what reward? A terse word of praise that rang as hollow as the sound of Caterina’s cane tapping through Villa Dellamorte’s sepulchral halls?

As hollow as his chest used to feel?

But, Embria was a whirlwind of sensation. A feast for his eyes, his nose, his hands and tongue. And after a lifetime of deprivation, Lucanis was a glutton for her. She filled him up and brought him to life in ways he’d never known possible. 

He hoped he did the same for her. He was struck by the sudden need to show her how completely enamored he was. Needed to make her feel a fraction of the way he felt around her. Full. Complete. At peace. 

Davrin reached for the second bottle, pulled the cork and poured. 

“Fine,” Lucanis said. “I’ll make something, since Rook is staying.”

She laughed at him, snagging his glass from the table for herself as he stood. 

He didn’t mind in the slightest. She could have his wine. His coffee. His heart. Whatever he had to give, it was hers.

Lucanis. LOVES. Rook! It wasn’t a question. It seemed laughable to him now that it ever had been. Of course he loved Rook. How could he not?

He walked to the kitchen, a little surprised at his unsteadiness, and started making pasta. Something light, dressed with oil and lemon, garlic and herbs. It took no time at all, although, that could have been an effect of the wine. Time dilated and distorted while drunk.

Across the room, Rook and Davrin laughed and argued amicably, smiles wide and bright. Comfortable. It was good, nothing like she’d been with her mother or Erewhen. Or even Strife. He realized then that she’d meant it when she’d called the team her family. Just like she meant it when she took his hand. Or kissed him. Or said he amazed her. 

Mierda! He did not deserve her. What did she even see in him? He shook his head as he plated the pasta in a large bowl for them all to share. A few plates and forks and their late night meal was ready. He brought the food and plates to the seating area, feeling a little steadier than he had before.

“Who’s hungry?” He asked as he set the bowl down on the table between Rook and Davrin. 

Embria leaned forward and inhaled, her eyes closing in appreciation. She hummed her approval, and Lucanis grinned. 

Davrin shook his head as he scooped a helping of pasta onto his plate. “At least you never have to worry about going hungry, Rook.”

Embria’s smile faltered for a just a heart beat. It was so fast that Lucanis wasn’t sure he actually saw it. But he remembered their conversation in Arlathan Forest. Remembered the childhood spent largely alone, scrounging for scraps and stealing while her mother struggled to find work. 

“Never,” he said, before she could sweep her sadness beneath some quip and a smirk. She needed to know, he would never let her know that aching pang, that gnawing sickness that shredded away at you, ever again.

Neverrrrrr, Spite seethed. 

Her eyes flicked up to him, soft and just a little sad. It was a tender moment, tremulous in the candlelight, and it made Lucanis’s chest ache. 

A tender moment to which Davrin was utterly oblivious.

“Well,” he said, mouth full of pasta. “That’s definitely better than gingerwort truffles!”

Rook’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “Of course it is!”

Lucanis crossed his arms and scowled. “I think Harding’s potatoes are better than those atrocious truffles.” His tongue slipped and slid around the last two words, his r’s rolling and languid and, well, drunk.

Rook laughed at him as she sat forward and doled out a portion of pasta onto a plate, then handed it to him. “Sit down,” she said. “Eat.”

He scowled at her, hating to be served before her. But, he could see the stubborn glint in her eyes. He sighed and accepted the plate, but he didn’t put tine to pasta until she’d served herself. She rolled her eyes at him when she noticed, but she smiled, too. 

Conversation flowed after that, as well as the wine, and by the time Davrin turned in for the night, Lucanis was floating in a delicious haze of black currants, lemon, oil, and garlic. His head rested against the wall, his limbs warm and heavy, both his belly and heart full.

Rook’s hand on his knee pulled him from his dozing. “Lucanis,” she said. 

He blinked at her, eyelids so heavy. She smiled at him, her lips ringed dark with wine. He hummed at her, still trying to convince his eyelids to remain open. 

She chuckled, a wondrous sound from the back of her throat. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Lucanis made to stand, and was surprised when Rook was there before him, a glass of water in one hand. When had she gone to get that?

“Come on,” she said again, taking his hand and hauling him up out of his chair. 

“Mierda,” he breathed. He hadn’t been this drunk in years, not since he and Illario had finished that contract in Ventus… or had it been Carastes? Either way, after that stunt in the elevator, he’d earned his cups. “Fucking Illario,” he muttered. 

Embria snorted. “What did he do now?” She asked as she opened the door to the pantry and helped him inside.

He tottered to his cot, collapsing onto his stomach on top of the blankets. “What hasn’t he done?” He said into his pillow. He sighed. “Spite said he thinks I hate him.”

She grunted, and one of his boots fell to the floor. “Who thinks you hate him?”

“Illario.”

“Oh,” she said. His other boot landed on the stone floor with a thud. She patted his back, her hand warm between his shoulder blades. “Roll over,” she said. 

He complied, slowly, and blinked up at her as she unfastened his lapel chains and set them in their place on the side table. He frowned at her. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

She tilted her head at him, fighting back a frown. “I know I don’t have to,” she said. She unbuttoned his waistcoat quickly, without any sort of intent. “I want to.”

Lucanis watched her, feeling suddenly vulnerable and defensive. He was very drunk.

She caught his conflicted look and gave him the barest flicker of a smile. “You’ve done so much for me,” she said. “Let me do this.”

He sat up, his body rolling like the ocean in a storm, but she was still able to get him out of his waistcoat. She started on his shirt buttons after that. About halfway down his chest, he reached for her face. 

“Embria,” he said. Her cheek was hot against his palm, her eyes dark and wide in the low light. He knew what he wanted to say. It’d been brimming in his chest, threatening to drown him for weeks now. In all the spare little moments, the words stood tip-toe on the front of his tongue, ready to dive head-first into a confession. 

But, no. Not now. Not drunk. Mierda, what a horrible idea. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, tracing just beneath her eye. “Nothing,” he said. He pulled her to him for a chaste kiss that still managed to be sloppy. They smiled against each other’s mouths, and Lucanis tried –and failed – to hold back a laugh. 

“Mierda,” he said. “I am drunk.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I had no idea.”

He snorted and let her finish unbuttoning his shirt. She helped him out of it, pushing it down off his shoulders and pulling it from his pants. A part of his mind noted these things, wanted to act on the feel of her hands on his skin. But the rest of him merely wanted to sleep.

She took both of his hands in hers, pulling him up to stand long enough for him to kick out of his slacks and socks. Once he stood there in just his shorts, he kept hold of her hands. 

“Are you staying tonight?” He asked. She’d slept with him in the pantry for the last three nights. He was getting used to her presence. He slept better with her there. 

“Do you want me to?”

He scoffed at her. “I always want you to.” 

She pulled back the blankets, guided him back down to the bed, then quickly undressed. “Okay, then,” she said with a smile. She approached him, and this time his eyes roved over her body, all that bare skin, and much more of him thought they should do something about how good she looked. 

Then he yawned and she handed him a glass of water. He drank it dutifully, then she took the empty glass and set it on the side table. Her hand on his shoulder guided him to lie back as she climbed over him to lay with her back to the wall. 

Lucanis inhaled sharply as her arm wrapped around his middle and pulled them close together, his back to her front for once. Her breasts pressed to his back was a whole new kind of delight. 

“Okay?” She whispered against the back of his neck.

Lucanis smiled and pulled the blankets up over them. “Wonderful.” 

[cepetriwrites]

Alicent Reverses the Hourglass Chapter 52 Memes Pt 3

Her husband, her castle. A voice from within whispered. Now even her gown.

Alicent dug her fingernails into her hand.

No. They existed in a different world now. The past should stay in the past.

AVPM anyone?

She literally had a magical witch call her out on her relationship with rhaenyra and Alicent is just: No thoughts. Head empty. Get dick.

~~~~~~~

He had shown little interest in matters of local politics, household structure or financial planning: all these things he was more than happy to leave to Alicent’s keeping.

The man who wants to be king everybody……

Daemon was too busy dying and tripping balls in Harrenhal to notice how much work ruling is

~~~~~~~~~

“Are you about to tell me how I may select mine own heir, my lord?” Daemon’s voice held an all-too familiar edge. “Do you imagine I require your opinion?”

Me:

This is what an ally looks like. If I had to choose between daemon and a bear…. I’d probably still choose the bear cause daemon loves killing people but if he did kill me, it wouldn’t be because of sexism, it’s just because he’s an asshole. Take notes men.

~~~~~

Corlys and Rhaenys looked at each other and everyone else brought their eyes back down to their plates.

Me wanting to be apart of that post dinner debrief/gossip

I just want to be the kid in the backseat of their parents car as they discuss the drama from the latest family function

~~~~~

All with the exception of Selman Sunglass who clapped his hands, eager to agree with everything coming from Alicent’s mouth no matter what it happened to be. “Well, I think it is a fine idea! Times are changing after all! Male, female: they will still be the Prince and Lady Alicent’s child.”

I’ll allow it. Raw as well.

~~~~~~

“My mother and he raised Viserys and I together. As one. I always intended to do the same with my own family.”

“I agree.” Corlys said.

Both Laenor and Rhaenys raised their eyebrows in unison. “ You do?” They spoke together.

Laenor when his dad implies he’s a present father

Me & laenor should get shirts for our club

~~~~~

Gwayne & Laenor going through a messy gay breakup at the dinner table

The dinner guests

It’s so sad when friends fight :(

Meanwhile cut to Laenor buried under blankets sobbing as he blasts casual by Chappell roan

Someone should introduce these boys to the concept of an affair…. Lord Corlys is pretty well versed on the subject……

~~~~~~

At that moment, Gwayne couldn’t help but feel horribly out-of-place. He gave another look to the back of Laenor’s head and then left, quickly before the next song began.

So ignoring your loved ones cries for help is just….. a thing you do… huh?

Someone tell Aegon it was nothing personal when she moonwalked away from him as he sobbed over the death of his son, she’s just allergic to the spectrum of human emotion

Aegon🤝Gwayne🤝Rhaenyra = getting ignored by Alicent during their times of need

~~~~~~~

Daemon glanced at her as if surprised. “I thought you would be pleased at the idea of our daughter being our heir.”

Anskdkslwksnd he thought his sexist wife, who did a coup that killed most of the Targaryens and dragons to put a younger son over the oldest daughter, would be happy about him equally valuing a daughter? Sir you are married to the Westerosi version of Phyllis Schlafly.

~~~~~~~~

“I saw him drink goblet upon goblet of wine,” Arthor’s eyes roved over her. “His temper will be soft and…malleable.” He came forward began to twist at the seam of her bodice until her cleavage spilled forth. “There. That’s better.”

Shoutout to reddish for writing such toxic people it makes me happier with my annoying family members. At least they’ve never tried pimping me out

~~~~~~~

He hoped that, at some point, he could cleave one of Alicent’s enemies in two. The look on her face: both gratitude and love. He was impatient for it.

She would see then that only he could be called upon to protect her and cast all memories of the Dornish knight or the Baratheon boy into flame.

His love language is literally murder. At this point I think he needs it to function the way we need food to survive.

Also not his anxious attachment still making him insecure over a Baratheon when Alicent was literally riding him like a stallion with an audience watching.

Good thing she’s not bi, the man would never know peace if he knew everyone was an option.

~~~~~~

“Wife.” His fingers drowsily grazed her arm, still between sleep and waking, the medicine addling him.

Koline chose not to speak. She straddled him instead, making sure that her scented skin was underneath his nose. He breathed in and seemed contented. {…} In the hollowness of the dark chamber, she did her duty.

Hey what… um… that’s um… that’s a….

I cannot believe I am using this video for TWO different people.

~~~~~

Alicent & Koline staring at each other after Alicent walks in on her mid sexual assault

~~~~~

Alicent feeling her brain chemistry change as she catches her husband “cheating” on her

Homegirl about to snap and take everyone with her

Memes Masterpost

[echostalker]

Goblet Of Fire Meets Musical

“Let me go! Let me go!”

Harry’s head shot up in alarm at a very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he hadn’t talk to in three days.

“I bloody swear George!” Four seats down from where he sat, stood Ron Weasley (the very boy…them? Ron once mention that he didn’t feel much like a boy a year ago as they shared the bed in the nurse’s infirmary. Both completely tired and full of trauma that was Harry’s father and friends drama; clutching onto each other over close calls.) struggling against his brothers. Pearly white teeth bared in hot coals of inferno rage. Freckles that Harry love to count during History of Magic disappearing under burgundy red blush. “Fred! Get Off! I’ll tell mum! I will, you’ll see!”

The green eyed teen, now know as the fourth campion in the triwizard tournament, quickly struggled to get up on his feet. Unadulterated panic ran throughout his veins to his weak heart (anything that made his Best Friend cry out send him into a frenzy) as if it was in a race. Gasps of shock and whispers of confusion filled the half full dinner hall. His eyes never leaving the struggling form of the youngest Weasley son even as his large heavy glasses start to slide off his face.

“Come now Ronnnie!” George cackled pulling his little brother closer.

“We just want a bit of a chat.” Fred tittered with what sounded to malice glee to onlookers’ discomfort. “Truly ickle Ronnikins! You act like-”

“We’re going to do something untowards! How cruel.”

“How boarish.”

“Hurts. Right here.”

“In the heart.”

“But being cruel is what he’s good at, ain’t he Gred?” Fred asked in mock jest as he starts to pull out what looked to be one of the twins new product. Ron’s electric blue eyes widened as they start to glow white in fear, his struggling becoming frantic. “Being jealous of our poor little Potter.”

Ron stilled in confusion. Harry watched as pale chapped pink lips mouthing the word ‘jealous’.

“That there, you be right Feorge.” George agreed grabbing his captive brother’s chin tightly. Glee filled his body as it always done at the thought of playing a tiny prank at their bother. “Maybe he can pent a bit by helping us with this new product?”

“Oh yes my dearest twin. What an excellent idea! Come Lil’ickle Ronnikins! Help us test out our new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Party sing n’ dance!”

Ron let out a shout of terror as he renew his tussle to get away from his childhood tormentors. He refuses to be a guinea pig for them once again against his will. Electric blue eyes, nearly white, looked around for help. He could see couple of students from the other schools race out of their seats to get to him from the laughing Slytherin and gossiping Ravenclaw tables. Even Harry (probably realizing that sending the twins at him like a pack of bloodhounds was a bad idea. For being jealous. Jealous! Honestly, where did he get that idea? Jealous.) was staggering their way.

“Hé! Laissez-le partir!” A red wine haired teenager girl from Beauxbaton snarled as she snarled. She whipped out her reddish-gray wand and called out a spell. “Libération!”

Everyone waited with bated breath as pastel red flash of energy shot out of the girl’s wand and hit the closes arm. They watch as Fred’s arm spasm, causing the large truffle size ball to smack into the youngest male Weasley’s cheekbone. Watched as it exploded and cover all three males in a bright nova colored cloud. Red wine haired teen let out a surprised squeal as she clasps her hands to her mouth in shame.

“Ron!” Harry cried out, floundered toward them impulsively. His only thought was to get to his sunset red haired boy. “Ron talk to me!”

Coughing was his only answer.

That was before a gust of heat like an oven pulse out as fire flared out to the ceiling. The students closes to the fire screech out, scrambling to get away. Harry himself took a few steps back, eyes blinking in discomfort. Once his eyes stop watering, he took in the sight of Ron’s hair doing its best to be a forest fire.

(“My family is blessed with fire.” Ron mumbled into his chest, sleep dancing in his voice. The slightly older boy rubbed his face into the other’s over-baggy pajama shirt. “Da’s da was said to be *yawn* from the third branch of the great Bear Queen. Fire has power over us in sum. Drag still hur’ thou.”

“Third branch?” Harry asked with a softest of tone, eyes to heavy with the sandman’s dreamer magic.

“Third child that had child of their own. ‘Tis a pure-blood thingy. Gotta be strong string to magik thou.”

“Hmm…”)

“You…” Ron snarled, hair getting brighter.

“Now Ronnie…” Fred stammered as he took a clumsy step backward, pulling George with him. “Let’s be calm?”

The younger twin squeaked as he clung to the other’s arm. “I thought only Charlie and Percy could do that.”

“Not now Georgie.”

“Ah, right Freddie.”

Soon an eerie sound of music filled the air.

The room started to darkened and chill.

Not a sound came from the only students and staff in the room as Ron took a calculated step towards his beloved brothers. His usually sweet, joyful face was now cold and stone. Eyes no longer glowing white with fear but with hot blue hell fire.

“It seems, difficult brothers will take advantage of my good nature.” Was hissed out, sending a shudder through all. A hand (a bruise starting to form at its wrist) slowly raises towards the cowering six years. “So lets lock them up.”

The fire from the fourth year’s hair slithered down his neck, across his arm and out his fingers like snakes. Zooming to the air as if it was a hawk diving for its prey. Fred and George screamed as the flames became solid, wrapping around them like rope.

“Throw away the key! I bet there’s one on every tree.” Lyrics coldly being song out through Ron’s lips. Allowing everyone to feel the anger, the hatred and the completely done emotion that was swirling like a whorlpool within the singer’s body.

Memorized by what was happening in front of him, Harry jumped as someone grabbed his robes. His head snapped to look behind him to see Hermione watching with horror.

“Ungrateful!” Came tearing out of Fred’s throat.

George followed after; “Hateful!”

“Vile too!” They sang together in stress.

Ron could feel his eyes roll as if he was playing a role in a story that he had no control over. He was enraged, that much was true but to embarrass his brothers like this? Well…he wasn’t the twins themselves. They were the arses and cruel ones in the family. He should know…fourteen years was enough to see that. “The thing they put me through. Break my spirit as they play! Making me into a silly display. Maybe you’d called wholesome play…”

Tears slowly snuck into his eyes.

“But I’ll call it cruel.” A sob threatened to escape from him; “Cruel love.”

Unwilling to breakdown and become even more of a laughing stock, Ron pulled out his own wand. With a shuddering gasp of air, he summoned the rest of the product. He knew that those….he didn’t know what to call them at the moment. Not that it matters to him right now. He was just too tired for this shite.

“I bloody hope you two know how to handle a sodding lawsuit in case some poor sod is allergic.”

Fred shaking his head to clear, he couldn’t help but question his brother. “Whatcha mean?”

Ron shot five looking truffles into the air, exclaiming; “Vehemens Ventus!”

The room bellow as the spell hit the products. A strong gust that could be considered as a tornado ravaged the arena. Smoke covering their eyes like a dense black fog and filled their lungs, suffocating like an uncontrollable forest fire.

“You want to play arseholes?” The cause of the chaos inquired forbidding. Blue flames glare at the trembling forms of the ones that started the path of the chaos causer. “ Hahaha fine. Game on…bitches.”

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 16: Masks

Hawke x Trevelyan | Dragon Age 2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Gif by Hawkeshep

Chapter Summary:

After recovering from her Lowtown misadventure, Rose turns her attention to a Hightown dinner party.

Fic Summary:

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

Excerpt below the cut 👇

Fat on gossip from the de Launcet girls, Rose claims respite along the foyer wall just outside the pink monstrosity Dulci calls la Salle de Pivoine. Leandra talks with the hosts and gestures at Rose occasionally with a certain suspicious brightness in her expression. By and by she overhears the viscount’s seneschal complaining in a derisive hush about the Fereldan’s latest favor— acting as an extrajudicial middleman between the city leadership and the stranded Qunari at the docks.

“… depending upon such a man to appease those beasts will only end in catastrophe, but there’s no telling Marlowe that…” mutters Lord Reinhardt, a handsome, graying man too self-important to offer Rose and her mother more than a cursory nod upon their arrival. “He seems to think he’s the keystone we’ve been missing.”

“Even I can admit the man is effective. But the last thing we need is to become reliant on a thug who could wind up dead any Friday afternoon.” The supposition prickles within her. “Unfortunately the Viscount is easily distracted by the man’s favors and sudden investments.”

“He may have come up but there’s no trusting these Fereldan rats,” says Reinhardt behind his drink. “Their loyalty will always be suspect.”

The seneschal takes a draw on his wine. “He’s an Amell. Unfortunately it can’t be ignored. His mother is busy brokering a match to further shore up his position.” He clears his throat, flicking a glance in Rose’s direction. She occupies herself with a frond of the potted fern beside her. “It would be foolish to underestimate him.”

Beyond connections, Rose isn’t sure exactly what she could do to shore up Garrett’s position. They’d more than likely be misfits together.

“Do you think if I waved a heavy purse in front of his nose he’d take care of those Invisible what-nots? That’s what his sort is really good for,” chuckles Reinhardt. “Can’t slip over to the Rose these days without having to hire bloody security.”

“I’ve instructed the Guard-Captain to deal with it. By whatever means necessary. The last thing the office needs is prolonged carnage in Hightown. Besides, I’m not sure money is any great object to him anymore,” says Cavin. “He told me not an hour ago that he doubled wages in the old silverite mine.”

“Really. That might explain the dozen wet dogs that walked off the job last week,” says Reinhardt. “Perhaps you might advise him to leave industry to those of us with a proper education. ”

“And offend the Viscount’s pet? I don’t think so.”

Senschal Cavin trips backward abruptly when Reinhardt’s wife whisks close. An arrangement of amateur crimson brush strokes over several tiles of the grand foyer floor seems to have startled him. 

Someone speaks in Rose’s ear.

“In Orlais, if you’re caught standing on top of Zazikel’s sigil with another, you’re obliged to kiss,” murmurs Garrett. Rose peers over her shoulder at him, a kiss mere inches away. She wonders if he’s overheard any of the same dreck.

“What happens if you don’t?” she asks. 

“Well. Your life crumbles into chaos. Naturally.”

“I’ll be sure to steer right clear of it then,” she says. Garrett lingers stubbornly by her ear. 

“If only it were that easy. People tend to make a game of it.” Lord Reinhardt rattles off a series of gibes at the expense of his wife and the seneschal. Cavin looks patently uncomfortable, straightening his doublet before making his excuses and striding away.

“Then I’ll be on my guard,” she says, untethered momentarily by the dulcet, hungry gaze she meets over her shoulder.

“Think you can outsmart them, eh?”

“Them?” she asks. She lowers her voice, peering around for eavesdroppers. “I can just kiss you later, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Garrett whispers, gliding a discreet finger up her waist. He disappears as quickly as he came, leaving Rose to steep in a cloud of amorous thoughts.

Read the rest here | Start the fic here

leave a comment if you'd like to be tagged for updates!

DAFF Crew

@ar-lath-ma-cully

@blarrghe

@bluewren

@breninarthur

@crackinglamb

@delicatefade

@dreadfutures

@effelants

@hekaerges

@inquisimer

@ir0n-angel

@leggywillow

@melisusthewee

@oxygenforthewicked

@plisuu

@rakshadow

@rosella-writes

@queenaeducan-writes

@warpedlegacywrites

[theoddcatlady]

She's a Keeper

That’s what my dad always used to say, with a chuckle and a pat to my head. ‘She’s a keeper,’ he’d say to a grocer or clerk at a convenience store. People used to fawn over the cute pigtailed gal by her daddy’s side, always said her pleases and thank yous, never threw a tantrum, was an absolute angel.  

Maybe this is why when I grew up I always need someone giving me a pat on the back. If I’m not getting a compliment about how I look or how well I did at work, I’m gonna assume I did something wrong or I had a piece of lettuce stuck in my teeth all day.  

This hasn’t always worked out for me. I’m a keeper, but I can also be a sucker. Like what’s been happening with my boss.  

I love working as a secretary, it’s a job that makes me feel really fulfilled. This makes me a bit of a stereotype though with how I practically melted when Jonathan Price, my boss, complimented my blouse and my work ethic on my first day. I just reminded myself by looking at the silver ring on his left hand and the picture on his desk with his children that I shouldn’t read too much into it.  

Jonathan was perfect though, and over time I realized I read him just right.  

I never wanted to be the other woman. I just wanted to be loved. And being around Jonathan, working late nights just to have a moment to talk with him, having drinks after work… the inevitable happened. He kissed me after a few too many beers, and we ended up going back to my place. We slept together.  

I poured my heart out to him after that, how I’d liked him for so long, and that I really felt a connection with him. He just smiled and brushed the hair from my eyes, telling me that I was the kind of girl you didn’t just let get away.  

Of course I believed him.  

Of course I swallowed the lump in my throat whenever I saw Mariana coming to visit her husband. My lover.  

Of course I ignored how I was the choice topic of office gossip, how the guys smirked and the other women gave me the side eye and the cold shoulder.

Of course I listened when Jonathan said he was going to leave her soon. He just needed to make sure he didn’t hurt her.  

And of course, whenever he called me to meet him at our typical meeting spot, a hotel in downtown, I was there with bells on.  

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking of me. I think it too. I’m not the brightest bulb in the package, but like I told you, I’m pretty easily manipulated. But I love Jonathan, I love his work ethic, I love how he takes care of his kids, kids that he learned soon enough I couldn’t have. I wonder if that was part of my appeal to him. That he couldn’t accidentally knock me up.  

He doesn’t… didn’t love me. I was just an easy lay, a stereotype in every sense of the word.  

I only started wising up last week, when it occurred to me that Jonathan really wasn’t slowing down his relationship with his wife and certainly wasn’t preparing for divorce proceedings. She was pregnant with their third child, I saw the pictures he posted on Facebook of their anniversary dinner.  

It hit me like a semi truck when I read his status about enjoying their fifteen years together and couldn’t wait to see what the next fifteen will bring.  

I cried. I drunk a lot of wine. And then I asked him to come to my apartment. That we needed to talk.  

Scary words for a guy, right? Took Jonathan a while to drag his ass over, which by then I was even more drunk. I don’t drink often, and certainly not in excess, but can you blame me? I’d just had that reality shattering realization I was just his pet to call on whenever he wanted to fuck and spew nonsense words at. Nonsense words I fell for.

Well, I did what I should’ve done about six months ago. I called him out on his bullshit. Said that he was never going to leave his wife but he wasn’t going to stop keeping me as his side piece. He tried, oh he tried to calm me down, but I wasn’t going to back down to his pretty words this time.  

“Either pick me or stay with your wife. Else I’ll call her and let her know the truth.”  

My ultimatum I’d spent the previous hour preparing. I felt super proud of it when I spat it out, expecting him to pick at least one of the options so this nonsense could end.  

Jonathan’s face went white, then red, and then… he picked a third option.

He killed me.

Jonathan picked up the empty wine bottle while he muttered something about me being too much trouble, and then he brought it down right on the top of my head. Caved my skull in on the first smash, sending shards of glass all over my living room. I dropped like a rock. But I guess Jonathan was just too pissed off, cuz he used the remains of the bottle in his hand to keep stabbing me, again and again in the throat and neck. I was about decapitated by the time he came to his senses.

Of course Jonathan freaked out. Panicked. Just washed the blood off his hands and wiped down the bottle before escaping the apartment. Left me there. All alone. Head nearly off my shoulders, my living room a mess of blood, wine, and glass.

Man, you should’ve seen the look on his face when I came into work today. I was at my desk by the time he came in. He looked like hell, understandably, he just killed a woman two days before. But he froze in his steps when he saw me sitting at my desk, tip tapping away on my keyboard while scheduling another appointment later that week.  

I just waved to him real quick before going back to work. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jonathan bolt for his office and slam the door.  

Oh, that felt so good. Watching him be the one to run in fear. Was he doubting his memory? Was he trying to convince himself that he’d just had a really bad dream?  

I clocked out after that, complaining about a cold, it’d been passed all around the office. But I didn’t go to my home.

I went to Jonathan’s home. A nice house, in a nice part of town. I saw his wife working in the small garden out front and, after adjusting my scarf, I got out and walked up the drive.

She didn’t see me until I was right behind her. Marianna was a pretty woman, even right now with a smudge of dirt across her face, no make up, and her auburn hair held back with a yellow bandanna. I cleared my throat and she nearly dropped the flower bulb she had in her hands. She glanced up, immediately recognizing me. “Oh, hi, Nicole. Is something wrong?” She got up, brushing off her hands and smiling from ear to ear. Her pregnancy was just starting to show, her belly just so slightly growing.  

“Can we talk inside?”  

“Oh sure, sweetheart. The kids are at school, won’t be back for a few more hours. Are you all right, your voice sounds a bit raspy.”  

“I’ll be fine.”

I waited until she was sitting down before I began the most difficult conversation of my life. And I got the most difficult part of it out of the way first.  

“Your husband and I have been having an affair for almost a year.”

It was so sad to see how Marianna just… sighed. How she just nodded. “I figured, with all the late nights at work and business trips that didn’t take him out of town. I was just about to hire a private investigator to start checking in on him, so you saved me a chunk of change. Are you still sleeping with him?”  

I shook my head. “No, I figured that ended when he about took my head off with a wine bottle,” I said.

Her brow knitted in concern, so I decided to show her. I undid the scarf around my neck and showed her what I’d been hiding all morning at work.

My neck is a sight right now, all purple and black and covered in decaying, cut up flesh. I can’t even imagine how the smell must be to someone not used to it. The putrefaction had spread down to my chest, which I showed her by unbuttoning my blouse. I’d had to start tearing my skin off to get any sort of relief, you can’t imagine how horrid the itching gets when your flesh starts rotting off the bone with your skin holding it all in. I even removed my gloves to show off the pus filled sores and bubbles forming in my wrists and fingers.  

Marianna went white as a sheet as she took it all in. It look so wrong, my face perfect as it always has been but from the neck down I look like rotting roadkill. When the wave of stench finally hit her she bolted for the bathroom. I could hear her violently throwing up from where I sat.

I’d just about buttoned my shirt back up when she came back, teetering a bit and still looking pale but managing to remain steady. “Wait. Show me again.”  

I shrugged and unbuttoned my shirt again. If she wanted a reason to barf again, she was welcome to it. But she didn’t. She sat beside me, her expression of disgust melting away into one of wonder. “… Before Jonathan insisted I take care of the kids full time, I used to be a surgeon. You… you shouldn’t be alive. You can’t be alive. Are you a ghost?”  

“No.” I shook my head. “This just happens sometimes. I’m surprised it happened after your husband killed me, I thought I was a goner. But then I woke up with my body falling apart, maybe I was due for a shedding, maybe this just happens when I get hurt real bad, I dunno.”

“Jonathan…” She shuddered and shook her head, “He’s a bastard, but he wouldn’t-”

“He beat me with a wine bottle, Marianna.” I pulled the bloody shards out of my purse. “And then when it broke, he stabbed me in the neck. All because I told him the affair was over.

Now she was crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her bottom lip wobbled with her sobs. “No… no… oh my god, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never thought… I never-”

“I need your help.”  

I rebuttoned up my blouse, but I left the scarf on my lap. “It’ll take me a few weeks to really come back together, but my daddy told me of a way to help me heal faster. His sister was like me. Fell apart, rotted like a corpse, and then looked just as pretty as ever in a few days. It took longer though, much longer… before she started working as a mortician.”  

It didn’t take any effort at all to convince her to help me. The kids are having a sleepover at grandma’s tonight, they really are cuties. There’s a wine glass laced with sleeping medication ready for Jonathan when he gets home, and I’m waiting in the basement, passing the time by ripping off more rotten skin, wondering what human flesh will taste like. Marianna’s already said I can stay here while I recover. She wants to study me. I’m something she’s never seen before and she’s fascinated.

She says I’m a real keeper.

[mountttmase]

Hiii,I can't wait to read it🤭

Life with mason was a dream. NO DOUBTS 😉

With a few white lies from Mason, you managed to land yourself a part time job in London. SSSHHH, NO NEED TO TELL THAT TO ANYONE 🫣🫣

Mason was the most supportive and loving man you’d ever come across. Checking in on you frequently and always making you smile. You cherished the life you were building together and seemed to be on the same page about everything. WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE MAN

Well all but one thing. EHI, DON'T SCARE ME

To say you were on two different pages may not best description, but you still hadn’t crossed a certain line with each other. You’d had plenty of heated make out sessions that could have led to more, but things were always stopped before you got too far. You knew Mason was more than ready for that part of your relationship to develop but you still couldn’t quite push yourself to get there. OOO, BABY YOU JUST CAME OUT FROM A TRAUMATISING READY

. If he wasn’t getting what he needed from you then he could quite easily get it from somewhere else was what your mind told you, but you knew deep down he would ever do that to you. OH NONONO, HE'S NOT, HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE HE FIRST MET YOU LOVE

It wasn’t like you didn’t want him in that way, in fact that’s all you’d been thinking about lately. He didn’t make it easy for you, waltzing around with so much skin on show you were unsure of where to look, sleeping next to him every night with his skin stuck to yours and his hands stroking over your waist. HE'S A TEASEEEE

You were sat in work on Thursday, the last day of your working week and the image of Mason kissing down your body filled your head. You didn’t snap out of it until you heard your name being called. NAUGHTY GIRL

‘I know that look girl, you’ve got the horn just admit it’ she winked at you whilst you groaned and hid your face. ‘Just tell your man you need to get you some, I’m sure he’ll be happy to oblige’ HANNAH🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Of course it’s alright you muppet’ he laughed, making you smile a little bit too. ‘You don’t need permission from me y/n’ MY MAN😊

‘Oh I forgot you’re going away tomorrow’ you breathed, rubbing your temple as you thought of what to say to Hannah. ‘I’m so sorry Mase it slipped my mind. I’ll have dinner with Hannah another night’ HE'S NOT GOING TO LET YOU POSTPONE FOR HIM

‘Don’t be silly. I want you to go out and have fun. If you’re home you’ll probably just distract me even more’ he laughed, trying to relax you a bit. EXACTLY

‘Yes I do, can’t have the love of my life walking home alone in the dark can I?’ He joked, trying to brush it off but you couldn’t be more grateful for him. A warm feeling growing in your chest at his words. WOOOOOO, I'M NOT GOOD

‘Right, where are you taking me?’ you asked her, and she squealed before grabbing your arm and leading you down the road to one of her favourite Italian restaurants. You were thankfully out of the way of lots of other people so you could talk freely and after two glasses of wine she was ready to pick your brains. CAN I BE A BIT PATRIOTIC? ITALIAN COOKING FOR THE WINN🤭

‘Well first of all, from what you’ve said Mason sounds like a gem and as long as he’s not putting any pressure on you to do anything then I wouldn’t worry about him. I think this sounds like something you need to work on’ she told you and you nodded along with her in agreement. YOU UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING HANNAH, LOVE YOU

I'M LOVING HANNAH'S IDEAS

‘Hello’ he laughed, taking the seatbelt from your hand and plugging you in as you were having trouble. ‘Looks like someone’s had a good night’ I LOVE HOW HE'S JUST HAPPY SHE HAD A GOOD NIGHT

THE T-SHIRT PART MADE ME LAUGH HARD

You couldn’t ignore the way your tummy flipped at his praise, the heat rising to your face instantly and you had to bite your lip to stop the smile taking over your face. ME TOO GIRL

‘You got any office gossip to share?’ He quizzed, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. YES THAT'S HOW I IMAGINE HI. BEING 🤣🤣🤣

‘One day soon you might’ You teased and he laughed into your skin before settling back down behind you. YES HE WILL FOR SURE🫣😏😏

‘I’ll look after you okay. Sweet dreams, love’😊😊😊

After sending her a quick thank you text, you added it to your basket, thanking your lucky stars you were just in time for next day delivery and also noticing it came with a matching silk robe so you could cover yourself until you were ready to let Mason see. An excited but nervous feeling settled in your tummy in anticipation. OOO SHE'S GETTING READY TO GIVE HER MAN A GOD REWARD (WAS THAT THE THING YOU CHANGED? THE COLOUR WAS BLUE AT THE BEGINNING?)

You never got over how proud you were of him, even more so when he scored a late winner and you couldnt wait to get him home and show him exactly how you were feeling. 😏😏😏😏

After staring at yourself in awe for a few more minutes you packed it all away and hid it back in your room in anticipation for when Mason got home tomorrow. I LOVE THAT SHE GOT A SELF-ESTEEM BOOSTER

He caught you as you came flying at him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun you in a circle. You both pulled back slightly to look at each other, matching smiles on your faces. MY BABIES

‘More than you know’ you breathed, beginning to feel him harden against you and you bit your lip at the feeling. He pulled away, respecting your boundaries and told you he was going to take a shower but you knew what that was code for. When things got hot and heavy but he knew a kiss would be as far as things would go, a ‘shower’ was code for him going to sort himself out alone. ‘Wait, don’t’ you pleaded and he looked at you with curious eyes. ‘I have something to show you, can you go wait in our room? I won’t be long’ you reasoned and he look at you confused before kissing your cheek and heading upstairs. SHE'S READY AND HE DOESN'T SUSPECT ANYTHING 🫣🫣🫣

‘This is nice’ he told you, playing with the belt with one hand and resting his other on the back of your thigh. AND YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE BEST PART

He looked at you with wide eyes, unsure as to what was happening and when he didn’t move, you gently grabbed his hand and made him hold the end of the belt before stepping away so it would untie. Once it had, the robe fell open to reveal your lacey red underwear. You kept your eyes on Mason the whole time, watching how he swallowed a nervous lump at the sight of you, his eyes growing dark as he took you in. It was all the confidence boost you needed not to shy away from him and you pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. MOUNT DON'T FAINT NOW, PLEASE

‘You sure?’ His whispered against your lips and you nodded against him with a smile. HE DOUBLE-CHECKED🤗🫠

‘We’ll go slow yeah?’ He whispered as his lips reached your ear and you nodded before he gently lifted you off him and laid you down on the bed. He crawled over to lay beside you, propped up on one arm so he could hover over you, before attaching his lips back to yours. THAT'S A MAN

‘What do you like, baby?’ He whispered and your whole mind went blank. The truth is you had no idea. Sex had always been about getting the job done on the past so you’d never stopped to think about what you did and didn’t like O LOVE, YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN WITH HIM😏

‘Trust me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. I’m trying so hard not to cum in my pants’ he laughed and before you knew it, your underwear had joined his shirt on the floor. MOUNT🤣🫣

‘Shhh baby, it’s okay, I got you’ he whispered, before his fingers came back to your thigh, inching higher until he was nearly touching you where you needed him. I HAVE ELEPHANTS IN MY BELLY

‘Mason?’ You questioned and his head shot up to look at you. ‘What do you like?’ You asked him, your face turning even redder and he smiled at your question. ‘It’s not all about me’ you said and he shook his head softly while smiling at you. MY WOMAN, I LOVE THAT

‘It is all about you’ he whispered but you just laughed at him whilst grabbing his face to make him look at you. DID ANYONE HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT THIS BEING HIS ANSWER?

‘What do you want?’ You whispered and you heard him let out a low growl in the back of his throat, turning you on even more. ‘I want to taste you’ he admitted and you couldn’t help but let out a massive breath at his words. MOUT YOU'RE A TEASE

A few moments after, you let go of his hair, tugging on his shoulder and his head shot up to look at you, a slight panic on his face as he thought something was wrong but you were quick to reassure him. I LOVE HOW HE HAS ALL HIS ATTENTION TO HER

This was Mason, and you knew you’d be fine. THAT'S SO SWEET

He pushed into you slowly, both of you breathing and moaning into each other mouths as the pleasure took over you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he began to thrust into you at a a slow pace so you could adjust to him. After a minute or so you were ready for him to pick up the pace as you knew he was being careful with you on purpose. THAT'S SOOOO🔥🔥🔥

You felt his hand on your waist once your breathing was back to normal, tugging you towards him so you could cuddle into his chest. His lips started peppering kisses along your hairline immediately before you looked up at him with a shy smile. BABY

‘Well for what it’s worth, I did too’ he winked and you nested into him more as you laughed. ‘I kick myself most days about how I should of told you how I felt about you when we were kids. You probably wouldn’t of gone near the prick of all pricks and we could of started our lives together so much sooner’ YES, BUT DON'T BLAME YOURSELF

‘I guess. I’m just thinking about all the years of sex we’ve missed out on’ he laughed whilst tickling your ribs. NAUGHTY

‘Was this the ‘girl talk’ you were on about the other day?’ He questioned, pulling back to look at your flushed face as you nodded with an embarrassed smile. ‘I’ll have to send Hannah a thank you card’ he teased as you hid your face from him. ‘Thank you for trusting me’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck. EXACTLY, THANK HER, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD

I LOVED THAT, PART 1 WAS WOW, BUT THIS...THIS WAS AMAZING

I CANT BELIVE THIS SITTED ON YOUR DRAFTS FOR 1 YEAR

YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR WRITING, YOU'RE SO GOOD AT IT, AND HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO NEVER MAKE A FIC LOOK LIKE ANOTHER ONE.

THANK YOI FOR SHARING THAT, LOTS OF LOVE🩷🩷

MY FAVOURITE FEEDBACK FROM MY FAVOURITE PERSON

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this every time it makes me so happy you have no idea 😭

And yes it’s been a long time coming but she’s here 😂

Lots of love to you xxxxx

[xtiechirinos]

the latest version of me

is dying

I can feel the collapse

I took a short stop being someone I hated

overpriced cocktails, bars I’ll never remember

off the rack clothes for which we pay a little more

just so we can say they’re not from a discount store

birthday parties in backyards and at park shelters

hiking trips, people talking about the weather

group dinners of mediocre ethnic fusion

meal kits are convenient, board games after dinner

dating apps and meet up apps and newsfeed apps and

I’m afraid of what comes next

it won’t look

like anywhere I’ve been

privileged enough to say we are privileged, not rich

eat out a few times a week, some delivery

the boys had hobbies like gardening and climbing

the girls drank wine like romans without the fighting

leisure travel abroad in economy seats

house parties with moderately priced alcohol

pregame at the apartment then we go dancing

the sex is fine but it’s never worth advancing

I never thought I’d stay here

but I thought

I would walk out, not through

he drives the SUV that he bought for the extra room

gas prices are high but what’s one cent more or two?

they’ve invited me to Taco Tuesday next week

a friend just bought a house and she’s hosting that night

we get our nails done sometimes, call it self care

we get coffee and catch up, there’s gossip to share

I’ve been asking if this is all there is to life

and I have now learned that question is offensive

they say I’m impressive but

aggressive

is what I really am

because I used to serve the coffee and tacos

that job gave me health insurance for the first time

we painted our own nails on the cheap carpet

and filled up the gas tank ten dollars at the time

the hobbies of my role models were part time jobs

once we got to school we could eat breakfast and lunch

but first, water goes in the car’s radiator

I should have gotten pregnant and been left behind

Turns out white upper middle class America

is not a room, it’s a tunnel full of monsters

celebrating you arriving and being nice

but if you keep driving through, they cover the light

and with no one to tell me, how could I have known?

the fight wasn’t over, there’s so much more to go

there’s a contract in my inbox I need to sign

I’m becoming filthy rich and I’m terrified

[thanksbutno98]

Letters to Us

Ghost x reader!fem

Authors Note: got a little carried away with this one.

———-

Dear Simon,

You left in such a hurry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Please be careful. We will see each other soon. Meet at my place when you’re back?

Missing you,

xoxo

—————

Dear Simon,

Finally cashed that lottery ticket you left behind. Guess who’s getting new work boots!

Thanks again!

xoxo

—————

Dear Simon,

Saw someone taller than you today while at the grocery. I didn’t think that was possible! You know, considering you’ve got giants blood.

My apartments been lonely without you and a lot warmer. I’m starting to miss your smoking and how you constantly leave the window open. I ordered Thai last night and had so much left over I didn’t know what to do. I also, opened that bottle of red you got me. It was gross.

P.S.

Does club soda get red wine stains out? I may have spilt some on your hoodie.

Warmly,

xoxo

—————-

Simon,

I got assigned to your task force. I’ll be seeing you a lot sooner than expected.

Russia better look out, your favorite pilots’ on the way! Is it as cold as Price says?

Yours truly,

xoxo

——————

Dove,

It’s cold as shit, dress warm. Be professional when you get here. Don’t need gossip.

P.S.

You’re Prices’ favorite pilot, not mine.

-S.R.

——————-

It was hard seeing Simon and pretending like everything was normal between you two. Like you hadn’t just spent the last two months pining for him. Waking in the nights thinking about what he’d feel like in between your legs. How his embrace could ease all your troubles.

After Christmas Simon had made it a habit to come by once or twice a week for dinner, sometimes staying and watching a movie or to play cards. He hadn’t spent the night since the holiday but was becoming more and more comfortable with your touch. It was sweet to think that not too long ago he was only able to share short chaste kisses. Now he was comfortable having full on make out sessions and heavy petting, having gotten you topless the last time you saw him. You two were like horny teenagers. To scared to take the next step and settling for dry humping on your couch until Simon would get worked up enough to pump the breaks.

It was hard to not ask to move a little faster with how badly you craved his body, but it would be a disservice to push such a walled off man. Especially when you found out he hadn’t been in a serious relationship since he was twenty. He also eluded to having had a bad experience so you really didn’t want to push or pry. Which is why you suspected he hadn’t actually asked you to be his girlfriend, yet. It was clear he wanted to call you his but was having trouble forming the words.

You knew it had something to do with losing his family. It made him keep his distance as if keeping you close would result in something horrible. You still didn’t know much about it, you weren’t sure if he had siblings or what but he was alone in this world. It was clear Ghost was traumatized and having you around could bring up those overwhelming feelings. That’s why you gave him so much leeway with his presence in your life and how his temper could flair.

Once in Russia your mission with Price’s team went smoothly which was not typical for you lot. You ended up in Amsterdam by the end of it. Now having one night of celebration as John had been pushing for Ghost to take a load off and ‘lighten up’. It was all due to you confessing how desperately you fancied Ghost. It was to Price’s surprise but you two were friends enough he encouraged it outside of the field.

This outing was also in celebration of one of the riskiest moves you’d ever pulled off during a much needed evac. The grin that spread across your face when Ghost mumbled ‘Atta’ girl’ over coms for everyone to hear once you touched down. The ego boost from him meant worlds more than your teams praise. Even if all your drinks were free for the night. It was nice hearing Ghost admiration for you in front of others even if they didn’t know what was going on behind closed doors.

That’s how you found yourself walking into a loud, crowded, military pub in Amsterdam. The floors were covered in dried beer causing your boots to stick slightly as you found your teams table, Price in tow. You were dressed in ripped jeans, a fitted t-shirt that hugged you in all the right places, paired with a leather jacket, but most importantly you had a balaclava on.

The look in Simons eyes when he saw you and Price wearing matching ones (that you clearly nicked from him) was priceless. If you asked anyone else they would’ve said Ghost was pissed but you had been studying his eyes. Memorizing each emotion that matched them when he was maskless with you.

Simon was amused by your antics especially that you were able to convince Price to join you. Ghost later found out you gave John £50 to tag along in the joke. The teams echoes of laughter roared through the air at the sight of their Captain openly mocking Ghost.

“You a fuckin’ thief now?” Simon hummed once you two were alone at the bar grabbing another round for the table.

“I guess so! I’ve stolen two masks, one hoodie, a pair of sweats, and your Manchester jersey.” A giggle left your lungs. Simon couldn’t see it but you were wearing a cheeky smile.

“You get that stain out?” Ghost turned his attention to the bartender ordering the round and buying shots for you and him to take.

“Trying to liquor me up Riley?”

“The stain?” This time his voice was serious.

“Not quite, red wines a fucker to get out.”

“Guess I’ll just have to give your spoiled ass a replacement.” Simon checked over his should quickly before giving you ass a firm squeeze once he saw no one was looking. It was unfair how quickly he could turn you on with no payout in sight.

“Can it be-“

“No, I’m giving you an old one since you’re a mess. Never met someone who causes more spills than a toddler.”

“You’ve got me there, Ghost.” You giggled taking the shot alongside him. Each of your balaclavas resting on your noses.

“At least you’re one helluva’ pilot. Would’ve been fucked without you.” His accent was thick as he recovered from the foul tasting liquid.

“Keep the compliments coming big guy. I’m loving it.”

“Can you take the fucking mask off-“ Simon reached to snatch the balaclava off your head. Thankfully you were quick, snatching his wrist and wagging your other finger in disapproval.

“Uh-uh. You first.” You flirted only to be met with Ghost narrowing his eyes back at you. “One picture then I’ll take it off. Promise.” There was a long pause as Simon weighed his options.

“Fine, just on-“ snatching the bees up before he could finish you set off toward the table.

“Price! You still got that Polaroid?” You whipped around so fast Simon almost had to steady you as you half skipped towards Your Captain.

Simon followed behind noticing the way you swayed slightly clearly just as drunk as him. Beers in hand getting thanks and claps on the back as you two passed them out. Ghost rolled his eyes as you motioned for Price to take your picture.

He groaned when you chugged half your beer then pulled the mask back down standing next to him. Simon was stiff as his comrades watched you throw up your middle finger and beer to pose for the picture. Loud jeers echoed telling Ghost to smile even though his face wasn’t visible. Simon settled for throwing his arm around you and giving Price the finger. Ghost definitely wouldn’t have been this confident with your antics if your Captain wasn’t so on board.

“Say, boo!” Price joked. The flickering of the flash chattered as the pictures rolled out of the camera.

“Thanks!” You chimed grabbing the picture quickly to wave it in the air. Pulling the balaclava off you threw it at Ghost, giving him a cheeky smile.

“There she is!” One of your teammates sang, lifting his glass in the air for you to cheers. The other men gathered around for a couple more photos.

The night carried on, you and Simon staying separate for the most part. It was an unspoken rule that you two should socialize with others as to not draw suspicion. The guys knew you were friendly with Ghost and Price and tried to pry thinking you and the Captain may be an item which made you snort with laughter. John was a great friend to you and you to him. You were a rookie pilot but he still had the utmost trust in you; requesting you for most missions which is why you and Simon had met.

At some point you found yourself alone at the bar ordering shots for you and a few of your teammates. Ghost was included in this round much to your surprise since he hadn’t spoken in what seemed like hours. That’s when you felt a hand grip your ass firmly making you squeak in surprise. Turning quickly expecting to see Simon sneaking a quick feel you were surprised to see some man you’d never met leaning in to whisper in your ear, his other hand now on your breast. You were stunned for a split second.

Your hands reacted quicker than your brain. Swinging a quick left hook you nailed the guy hitting the bridge of his nose. An audible crack being heard as gasps from other patrons rang out. You watched as the man stumbled backward clutching his bloodied nose.

Ghost was by your side warping a strong arm around your waist as you went after the guy for more. What was left of the team having just witnessed this were up in arms shouting at the man and his friends.

You were kicked out, quickly taking your shot as the bouncer dragged you by your arm practically throwing you out the door. Worth it, you thought to yourself as Simon read you the riot act for almost starting a bar fight. His tune changed when he heard about the guy coping a feel. You were surprised others noticed before him. Simon must have been distracted. He didn’t want to admit it but he had been staring at the picture you two had taken.

——————

“You’re going to fall!” Ghost grip could suddenly be felt as he tugged on your bicep tightly. You were currently balancing along the railing of a stone bridge hammered and laughing hysterically.

“I’m not!” You continued laughing shaking him off.

“Cmon give us another.” You spun on the ball of you foot now walking backwards to look Simon in the eye. He was far from amused.

“Only if you sit.” With a huff you did as you were told taking a seat on the cold cobble stone railing. Pushing your hair out of your face you looked up into his masked one.

“I’m waiting” you sang.

“What’s a soldiers least favorite month.” Simon groaned now having told you countless dad jokes. Quite frankly he was running out of them at this point but your laughter was as intoxicating as the whiskey you had shared.

“Dunno”

“March.”

“Stupid.” You giggled at the lame joke still enjoying it. The first one he told you was the best. It was one about blind guys going skydiving. You couldn’t remember the punchline for the life of you but that was okay. You’d hear it again eventually.

“Your turn. You tell me a joke.” Simon had moved next to you a good foot of space between you as he rested his elbows on the cold stone. He watched you shiver and he began contemplating if he should give you his jacket.

“I’m not much of a joke teller. I got an embarrassing story that’s sure to make you laugh.” Taking a large breath you began telling Simon one of the most horrifyingly embarrassing moments you experienced as a young girl.

Simon stopped listening before you even began speaking. He was to focused on how he could hear his pulse thumping in his ears from how drunk he was. It had been years since someone had gotten him to this point. Of course it’d be you. He felt like a teenager around you rebelling against himself to try and be closer to you. As if to leave the parts of himself behind that were unlovable so he could hopefully be worthy of someone as kind and generous as you.

The lamp lights shimmered across the water, highlighting every curve and indent of your face; leaving your skin glowing. It made your jaw look impossibly sharp, if he touched you he may just cut himself. Watching the way you gazed up at the stars as if this was the first time you’d seen the night sky was endearing, causing his heart to thump louder in his ears. Simon loved how your glossy pink lips moved as you spoke in a melodic tone, laughter falling from them every so often. The puffs of white air and the smell of whiskey hitting Simons senses as you turned to him doe eyed, sparkling brighter than the stars that hung in the sky.

In that moment Simon thought you couldn’t be real. This had to be a dream. It wasn’t possible for a woman to be so captivating. The glow of the night air made you ethereal as your booted feet clicked against the stone, your hands gesturing to the water as you continued to speak. You hadn’t noticed he wasn’t listening to a word you said until he interrupted you.

“I love you.” Simons voice was soft as he spoke mater of factly. Taking a slight pause before he continued. “I’ve loved you since the day you got me shot.”

“I had a feeling.” You giggled reaching your hand out and interlocking your fingers with his. Hopping off the railing you tugged Simons hand leading him down the cobblestone path. His heart hammered as he felt himself swept even further into you.

“Let’s get out of here. Go back to the hostel?”

——————

The creak of the floorboards woke Simon. Blinking rapidly he heard a thud and quick movement immediately putting him on guard. Shooting up from his spot on the worn out couch his eyes adjusted to the morning sun, seeing a small figure bolt past him. As he searched for his gun, reality set in.

The figure was you, heading straight for the bathroom. He was in your hostels room. Letting out his breath through his nose he grounded himself, taking in his surroundings. The pink curtains fluttered from the open window and the fan above whirled shaking slightly. Your clothes were tossed everywhere reminding Ghost of how messy you could be.

Simon stood rubbing his eyes then stopping suddenly as he heard you vomit. He chuckled darkly turning to go search for a water bottle. Serves you right. He thought. Having been such an instigator the night before, Simon wasn’t surprised you’d be feeling this sick. Price had gotten him hammered on your behalf and the guys were buying you drinks all night.

“You alright, love?” Simon knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

“Fuck, Amsterdam.” You mumbled as you flung the door open and walked right past him, snatching the water bottle from his hand. Simon couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you slunk back to bed and curled into a ball in your matching pajama set. It was strange to see such a force to be reckoned with knocked on her ass due to a hangover.

“Maybe, you shouldn’t drink that much.”

“What are you my dad?” You groaned pressing your knuckles into your aching eyes.

“Drink the water, slowly. I’ll got get you something to eat.” Simon watched you carefully as he slid on his jacket and balaclava.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’ll keep throwing up if we don’t get something in you.” He stated matter of factly.

“Oh, I can think of something I want in me.” You were such a shameless flirt with him sometimes, all Simon could do was groan. It was funny to him considering if he made a move you would most definitely turn him down in your state.

“Sorry, vomit isn’t really my kink.” Simon knew you rolled your eyes at his words from the way your head lolled to the side.

“For someone who said they were gonna throw up last night you seem completely fine.”

“I can handle my liquor, love. Take a shower you’ll feel better.”

With that Simon left the room to go gather essentials for a very ‘ill’ you. He had told you he was going to be sick the night before because your mind had found it’s way into the gutter. The moment you were back in the rented room it was obvious you wanted him to ravage you and take you right there on the desk. Not wanting your first intimate time together to be drunk Simon lied in a drunken haze. It wasn’t his best move but you were so sweet, fetching him water and insisting he take the bed and let you sleep on the couch.

You sat by him until he faked sleep, making sure he was on his side and a bucket next to him. Even drunk off your ass it was so natural for you to take care of him. It was endearing how much you could truly care about someone as cruel and unkind as him. Simon still didn’t understand what you saw in him but he was grateful that whatever it was kept you around.

Simon stopped at the first convenient store he could find. Picking up a pack of water, plain crackers, cigarettes, some pain meds, and a sports drink. He wasn’t sure what your preferred flavor was so he settled on blue not knowing what that color amounted to. Maybe blueberries? He also stopped and grabbed an actual meal for you two to share since he was starved.

By the time he was back you were showered and snoring in bed. Simon chuckled to himself deciding he’d eat the food and fetch you more later. He admired you as if he was watching tv as he ate. It was cute the way you would grunt while you tossed and turned. Always needing a pillow to hold on to. Once his food was finished Simon crawled into bed next to you. Chuckling as you clung to his warm body like a life line. Sinking into the mattress Simon didn’t realize he was drifting off to sleep until it had taken him over.

“Mornin.” You mumbled into Simons ear ripping him from the deepest sleep he had had in awhile.

“Oi, is it morning already?” The gruff tone of his voice was deeper, riddled with sleep.

“No, it’s night and I ate all the crackers.” You mumbled kissing his cheek softly.

“You’re waking me up to get you food?” Simon grunted rolling on top of you. His hips pressed your lower body into the mattress, his member felt clearly though his jeans. His elbows on either side of your head as you ran your finger over his bare jaw. Ghost stared down at you as if you were the meal just spoken about.

“No, just tea.” The cheeky grin that grew across your lips caused Simon to lean in and kiss it sweetly, only for a second.

“You making it?” He asked.

“I can’t make tea the way you Brits like.”

“Valid reason to wake me.” Simon joked thrusting lightly and smiling as your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. The way you looked into his eyes was enchanting as he leaned down to capture your lips.

“I love you too.” You whispered against Simons mouth as he pinned you further into the mattress

“I had a feeling.”

——————

Dove,

It’s been too long. 

-S.R.

————-

Dear Simon,

Its been two months too long, but I’ll be back home in the coming weeks.

Met a Turkish guy today who makes amazing food. His kebabs. . . TO DIE FOR!

P.S.

I’m getting pretty good at pool. Think I could hustle Price out of a cigar?

Love,

Xoxo

————

Dove,

I know you should be getting back soon. Im needed for a few weeks. The mailing address is listed below. I’ll be home soon. Promise.

P.S.

Don’t play Price in pool you’ll lose.

-S.R.

————-

Dove,

Enjoying the bad British weather yet?

-S.R.

————-

Dove,

Are you still mad about our last phone call?

-S.R.

—————

Dove,

Did you move? Haven’t heard back in some time.

Love,

Simon

—————

Ghost,

Come home and break my heart the old fashioned way. Not over the phone.

Thanks,

Y/N

—————

It had been approaching four months since Simon saw you last. You two had just gotten home from Amsterdam where he told you he loved you in a drunk stupper, not that he didn’t mean it he just didn’t realize he had said it out loud until you were giggling next to him.

The drunken night faded into the next morning leaving you hungover and Simons back a wreck from sleeping on the couch. Simon nursed you both back to health choosing to spend every waking minute with you. The day turned into night, as you told him you loved him too over a cup of tea. You had never seen Simon as vulnerable as he was that night. Taking things slow as you two made love for the first time. It was everything you dreamed it would be and somehow better. It didn’t occur to you that Ghost would be such a tender generous lover. You expected him to be a guy who ‘fucked.’

You and Simon returned to your apartment in Manchester the following day having been glued to each other the moment you stepped through the threshold. The week spent together was paradise. Simon wasn’t plagued by his mind and lost himself in you and you did the same. In those moment you had created your own world hoping it would never come to an end. You were like rabbits not being able to get enough of one another. If you were a drug Simon would have overdosed the first day with you. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at ease in another person presence.

In a whirlwind of events you had to be shipped off the next week, leaving him wanting. The way you left was meaningful as Simon uttered that he loved you for the first time since Amsterdam. You gave him a key to your place ‘just in case’. The kiss he left you with was seared into your memory much like the nights you had just shared together.

The weeks that passed in your absence became easier for Simon to sink into his solitude. That’s why it was hard for Ghoat to walk up your apartment buildings stairwell, coaching himself through his apology speech. He was clean shaven with daisies in hand choosing to ditch the balaclava, hoping it would soften your anger.

Knocking a little too hard on your front door Simon heard something shatter from the other side. It was followed by mumbled speech which he assumed was you cursing about whatever you just broke. The door flung open greeting him with your beautiful face.

Time stood still as you took in your appearance. You were dressed in a sage green tank top and running shorts. There was a dewy look to your skin from sweat; clearly trying to beat the heat of the hot summer day. Simon admired the way your hair had gotten longer and how a new tattoo could be seen on your right forearm. In that moment he realized just how much he missed you. Ghost was almost a month early coming to see you having no contact besides the inconsistent letters sent back and forth.

“Mornin’.” Was all Simon could choke out. A cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He hated the way your eyebrows were knit together and how your lips stayed fixed in a frown. Before he could register what happened the door had slammed in his face. He knew you’d be mad but damn he didn’t realize you’d be that mad. Letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding he knocked again, less forcefully.

“Don’t throw a tantrum.” His voice was riddled with annoyance when in reality all he felt was desperation.

Simon didn’t bother knocking on your front door again. There was no need for him to make a fool of himself and he definitely wasn’t going to beg. Leaving the flowers and card he had gotten you on your welcome mat he turned and left.

If Simon was honest which was rare when it came to his feelings. He would have preferred for you to yell and scream at him for his horrid behavior. This silent treatment and slamming a door in his face hurt more than he thought was possible. After everything he went through as a child how could normal boundaries hurt worse than abuse. Maybe it was because it was new to him. Maybe it was because he’d never loved someone so much and the thought of him hurting you was unbearable.

The last time you spoke Simon had gotten miffed when you told him you missed him over the phone. Claiming you were trying to make him feel guilty and that you didn’t know what it meant to miss someone. The conversation digressed with you crying and saying you just loved him and wanted him home. It was killing you to be apart all the time. It ended with him telling you he regretted all of ‘this’ and how Amsterdam was a mistake, hanging up after.

You had learned at this point in your relationship with Simon that things weren’t going to be easy. He was plagued by a past he refused to share. Choosing cruel words over his honest feelings. The shouting was the worst part of fighting with him. If he was thunder you were the rain pouring down. The tears you cried as he shut down cursing you and staying silent, only to hang up the phone. Neither of you trying to call the other back.

It broke your heart.

——————

It was almost a week before Simon heard from you. Getting a text.

‘I miss you. Come over?’

Simon didn’t take the time to respond being to caught off guard by your forward invitation, slightly choking on his tea. Leaving his half eaten biscuits on the kitchen counter not bothering to clean up he rushed to throw on proper clothes and cologne. His boots were on and car keys in his hand as he rushed over to your place. He waited in his car for ten minutes not wanting you to know how desperate he was to see you and talk this out.

If Simon had learned one thing in his life it was that the time you spend with someone is fleeting and he never wanted to feel that with you, but he still had his pride to hold on to.

Simon didn’t want you to know you had him wrapped around your little finger and he’d return to you like a lost puppy every time you sent him away. It was embarrassing, it was foolish and unbecoming of a man of his rank. It made him feel shameful, weak even, that his entire resolve crumbled at the sound of your name. The thought that finally there could be a weakness in his life again was suffocating.

Holding onto himself had to be prioritized so he wouldn’t sink any further into the abyss know as you. Easing his hurt and pain as you loved him through it. That pain is what made him strong. It’s what made him Ghost. Who would he be without that?

A sudden knock on his car window startled him out of his trance.

“Simon?” You were seen umbrella in hand as you peered at him through the window, cascading water obscuring your face. A confused expression could still be seen on your angelic features. Fuck, you both thought. In that moment Ghost realized he had forgotten to put on his balaclava.

“Oi, got your text.” Simon called as you opened the car door stepping out into the torrential downpour. You tried to share the umbrella only to have it batted away. The rain soaked his hair causing it to stick to his forehead. His brown eyes looked almost black as the street light flickered above you.

“Well, thank for com-“ you were cut off as Simons lips crashed into yours in desperation.

This was so unlike him, but you couldn’t resist as you matched his desperation, umbrella falling to the ground. Allowing the rain to soak into your clothes as your arms wrapped around Simons neck. Your feet were off the ground as his arms tightened around your waist pulling you flush against him.

This was the reliable part of Simon. He was always warm while you constantly combatted the cold. The rain only made it worse as you clung to him when your feet settled back on the ground. Sending a shiver up your spine Simons hands ran up and down your arms to warm you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a word of it.” Simon shouted over the rain and traffic. Grasping your hips and leading you away from him so he could look you in the eyes. You had to wipe your face and pushed your now matted hair away, being completely soaked to the bone

“I know, but you still said it.” You weren’t trying to fight you just needed it to sink in that talking to each other like that wasn’t acceptable.

“How can I make it up to you?” The look in his eyes was desperate, one you hadn’t seen before. Whatever you asked of him he’d do. He’d steal the crown jewels. Rob a bank. Hell, he’d commit war crimes for you. All you had to do was ask.

“Rub my feet, while I read my book?” There was a long pause as Simon stared down as you in disbelief. A half hearted smirk resting on your lips. Well that was a lot more mundane than he expected but hell it’s better than going to jail.

“Seriously though Simon, you can’t say things like that. Don’t make me question if you actually love me. It’s not fair to me or you and it’s not how this is going to work out.” It was important for you to be honest and set clear boundaries.

“I can do that.” Simon grabbed the plastic grocery bag you were carrying smirking at the assortment of junk food you had bought.

“Now let’s get inside before we catch our death.” You joked grabbing your umbrella and his hand.

“Think I already caught mine.” Simon mumbled to himself.

“What?” You yelled over the rain.

“Shower together?” Turning back around you practically flung yourself into Simons arms. Capturing his wet lips in a messy, needy kiss. A passing car honked as you shamelessly made out in the rain.

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 22

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. Okay so i did say we were gonna wrap at 25 chapters but I'm smooshing things together cause I didn't have enough meat to fill out chapters and am getting lazy. SO! ONE more chapter after this one. Hopefully soon, but also I work the next two days so we'll see how that works out LOL. Plenty of other stuff in the wip pile otherwise and some bingo squares actually started on so you have content to look forward to, promise.

Both you and Emily were incredibly thankful when there was no last minute new case on Friday, leaving the two of you (and the rest of the team) free to head home right at five. You had enough time to wind down from work, shower and get ready before Emily was knocking at your door. She let out a quiet swear when you pulled open the door and you giggled, kissing her cheek gently before setting the alarm and locking the door. You were in a dusty pink casual yet flirty dress, the neckline enough to tease Emily while still being modest, the hem of the skirt flowing  across your mid thigh.

“You know I could’ve met you there.” You commented as you slid into the car, “less back tracking for you to do.”

“Yeah, but I figured I wanted to do this the right way.” She smiled softly at you, her hand naturally finding home on your thigh as she started the car, backing out of your driveway. “You look absolutely gorgeous by the way.”

“Thanks.” Your cheeks flushed, glancing over to her with a warm smile, “so do you.”

Emily hadn’t planned much, not wanting to go too crazy or come off overbearing, telling you just to dress nice but casual was fine. She’d made dinner reservations at Iron Gate Restaurant, a cute little place that was a prime spot for date nights that wasn’t too fancy but just fancy enough. It was warm enough outside that the two of you ended up at a corner table on their back patio, fairy lights strewn overtop of the gardens and candles on the tables to embrace the ambiance.

You started with a round of cocktails while you looked over the menu, the waiter offering wine suggestions when you placed your food orders. The table started with focaccia, cremini mushroom arancini and a citrus salad while the two of you gossiped about work that week, laughing over the stories that Emily had missed out on while trapped in her office.

“I can’t believe you told Morgan about the jet.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink and you joined in on her laughter.

“Listen, I was hungover as fuck, I needed that couch.”

“Well now he’s insistent on bunking with you on trips to keep us apart.”

“Okay.” You shrugged with a grin, “never stopped us before. He can give us an hour for privacy or he can suffer. Or I’ll bribe Savannah. If he’s gonna cockblock us, I’ll cockblock him right back.”

“You’re cruel.” She chuckled.

“No.” You insisted, “I give back the same energy I’m given.”

“Ah, the changing of a few crucial words and you get away with it.”

“It’s worked so far.” You replied with a teasing shrug and she laughed again, her free hand sneaking across the table top to grab yours before laying a kiss on the back of it, fingers remaining tangled when they hit the table once again.

Wine and dinner came out shortly after that, Emily teasing you for your choice of seafood despite your absolute hatred of crab. You scoffed, pointing out that they were completely different tastes and textures, and that this would be delicious. The playful argument was completely unneeded, but the way it brought a spark to Emily’s eye when she looked at you was all the excuse you needed to dig into her when she ended up liking your choice of dinner better than her own.

You opted to take one of each desserts to go and Emily was obviously insistent on taking care of the cheque. You attempted to open your mouth to object and the look she shot you was enough alone to know she definitely wasn’t going to give in, no matter what you said. You thanked her, kissing the back of her hand before the two of you were gathering your things, making your way out of the restaurant hand in hand. She faltered in her step as you reached the back of the car, turning back to you with a smile on her face and you leant in, kissing her gently, lips lingering against hers a little longer than normal for being in public.

“Thank you for dinner.” You murmured, “it was really nice.”

“It was.” She smiled, pecking you lightly, “should do it again next week.”

“It’s a date.”

“Now…. Am I taking you back across the river?” She raised a brow at you and you laughed.

“We got dessert to go. What did you think? I was just gonna run off with it? Besides, Sergio’ll throw a fit if I don’t come say hi.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes about Sergio, considering you were completely correct and kissed your cheek softly before nudging you in the direction of the passenger side door.

*

The moment the elevator doors slid shut Emily had you against the wall in a bruising kiss, lips moving with fire against your own. Your arms quickly looped around her shoulders, fingers threading through her hair, your body relaxing into hers. A thigh found its way between your legs, pinning you to the wall and you let out a whine into the kiss when her hands grasped at your hips, grinding you down against her.

“That’s it angel…” she murmured, her breath hot on your skin as she kissed across your jaw, her muscle flexing under you and your head dropped back against the wall, “feel good?”

“Yes daddy…”

The elevator pinged and you barely had enough time to tear away from each other before the doors slid open and you fumbled your way down the short hallway to Emily’s apartment. Once the door was locked behind you Emily’s hands were on you again, shoes were kicked off and her lips found yours, tongue daring to slide into you mouth and you bit back a moan. Your hands slipped under her shirt, whimpering when she broke the kiss to pull the offending fabric over her head before kissing you again, a happy sigh escaping you that she swallowed down. You quickly got rid of her bra, tossing it to the floor and began squeezing at her chest, lips curving up into a grin at the way she practically melted into your touch. Emily’s hands wound around you to find the zipper of your dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor and she pulled back from the kiss, letting out a low swear when she saw the set you had on underneath.

“Christ princess….”

“Figured I should dress up for you.” You shrugged with a playful grin and she chuckled, her eyes darkening as they dragged up your body.

“You always look so pretty for me.” Her hand reached out, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “but this is… wow…”

“Yeah?” Grinning, your fingers curled into her belt loops, tugging her closer to you so you could kiss her, “I have a feeling it’d look even better on your bedroom floor.”

“Can’t argue with you there.” She smirked, hands ghosting up your sides to grope at your chest through the lace, pinching at your nipples and you sucked in a breath, your back arching towards the touch. Your hips ground against her and you gasped, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“Why am I not surprised you’re already strapped?”

“Didn’t want to waste any time.” She murmured back, her lips beginning to trail down your neck as her hands made quick work of your bra so you could let it fall from your body. Her hands pinched at your nipples as she bit into the crook of your neck, nudging you back onto the bed. “Good girl.”

She undid her pants, kicking them off, cock springing out before she leant over you, fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and she pulled them down your legs. Her hands smoothed back up them, spreading you open for her and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The moment her mouth lapped at you, your head fell back into the pillows, a happy moan leaving your lips. One of her hands slid up your hip and your own quickly found it, fingers interlacing as she continued to eat you out. Her nose brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips rocking up to the sensation as your free hand tangled into her hair, holding her gently to you.

Emily’s tongue darted out, pulling your juices into her mouth, groaning over the taste she adored so much, her free hand pressed down your thigh, spreading you even further open for her, just the way she liked. Her mouth sucked at you, moaning against your pussy, the vibrations shaking through you deep into your core. She shifted up, latching around your clit, letting her tongue trace patterns across it while two fingers slipped into your pussy. Her eyes flicked up so she could watch the way your body thrived against the bed, whimpers and whines escaping your lips while her fingers pumped and curled within you. Your pussy was soaked, fluttering around her with each brush of her fingers.

“Fuck… oh god daddy… feels so…so… fuckin good.”

She sucked harder on your clit, tongue pressing down heavily on it while her fingers curled right against the spongey spot inside of you and you cried out, coming undone, thighs shaking around her.

“Good girl.” She praised, kissing just above your clit before pulling her fingers from you. Before she could even blink, your hand wrapped around her wrist and you were sitting up, pulling her slicked fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.

“Please fuck me daddy.” You mewled, nearly pouting as you did so and she swore again, knowing that you were likely going to be the death of her.

“Lie back princess.” She urged after stealing another kiss, watching the way your tits bounced when you did as she asked, spreading your legs even wider for her.

She ran the tip of her cock through your folds, smearing it with your juices and your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in your throat. She lined the toy up, sinking into you inch by inch until she was completely buried within you and you let out a low moan when she circled her hips. She leant over you and your hands instantly wrapped around her, fingers digging into her skin as she began to move her hips. Her mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she set a steady rhythm. Each thrust her cock seemed to hit every inch of your pussy that you needed and you let out a whine, one of your legs wrapping around her to pull her even tighter to you.

“Harder…” you moaned, “please.”

She bit down harder in the same moment that her hips heavily rocked into yours and you gasped, your hands digging deeper into her skin, pulling a moan from her. She braced one of her hands on the bed, fucking deeper and harder with each thrust of her hips, your whimpers and whines getting louder and longer with each push of her cock. Your hips began to rock up to meet hers eagerly, begging for more,

“God… fuck…oh fuck!”

Emily’s teeth sunk into the curve of your breast, her tongue lapping out to soothe the burn but you both knew there’d be a mark for days to come. She licked across your collar bone, placing a kiss on it before making home in the crook of your neck, mouth licking, biting and sucking while she continued to fuck you.

You were a whimpering mess by now, your entire body on fire and completely consumed by her. Her cock filling you so precisely in only a way she could, her fingers pinching at your nipple, tracing patterns across your skin, your senses were overloaded with Emily, her perfume surging through you, bringing tingles to your skin with each inhale you took. She could feel the way your thighs were beginning to tremble around her, the shake in your breath and her lips formed a smirk on your skin.

“Gonna come for me angel? Come all over daddy’s cock?”

“S—so close.” You whimpered, gasping when her cock thrust heavily into you.

Emily’s hand vanished from your chest, sneaking down in between your bodies to find your clit, pinching it when she did so and your legs tightened around her, a loud moan leaving your lips. Her fingers began to rub in time with her thrusts, pressing harder and harder with each roll of her hips.

“That’s it princess… let go…” She husked into your ear, biting at the lobe and you cried out, shaking in her arms as your orgasm washed over you.

Your body shook, tensing around Emily, nails digging into her skin, burying yourself into the crook of her neck in an attempt to be fully absorbed by her, wanting to feel nothing but her in that moment of pleasure that continued to wash over you, wave after wave. You could hear her voice, but were completely unaware of what she was saying, everything was a haze until you could feel the drag of her cock in your pulsating pussy and let out a shuddering breath, letting go of her and collapsing down into the pillows with a sigh. She gazed down at you with a happy smile, her hips stilling against yours as her hand caressed at your cheek, thumb rubbing at your skin until she was certain you’d had enough of a chance to catch your breath. Leaning down she kissed you softly, lips moving with grace against yours and there was no place in the world either of you wanted to be in that moment. She slipped out of you, leaving the strap to be dealt with later and rolled onto her back, wrapping an arm around you in the warm embrace that you gladly accepted, curling around her body.

Your leg nestled between hers, head resting on her chest and your arm lazily strewn around her while you slowly came back down to earth. Emily’s hand came up to the back of your head, gently scratching at it, playing with your hair and she left a tender kiss on the top of your head. Everything felt right, felt peaceful, comfortable and despite the air cooling as the night wore on, a warmth was wrapped around the two of you that you knew wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. The silence took over the room, only the sound of your breathing and happy little hums as you simply basked in the embrace of each other.  

You let out a happy sigh, nuzzling into her body deeper, kissing at her bare skin and she hummed softly, kissing your head once again. A warmth bloomed throughout her as you nestled against her, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. Her eyes drifted down at the feeling of your finger tips on her skin and she caught the way they were softly tracing the pattern of the scar on her stomach, ghosting over the white lines and Derek’s words from the other day replayed through her head.

“Hey…” she whispered softly, gently squeezing at you.

“Hmm?” You replied without looking up.

“I wanna tell you something. Something that should help make sense of why I did things the way I did…”

“Okay..”

“Years ago…. I was the target for someone, someone who wanted to see me in pain before actually killing me. Meaning they were going after my team first and I decided to be dumb, I thought the only way to protect the people I cared about was to go take care of it myself, go straight to the source of the violence.” Your fingers stilled in their pattern, shifting off the scar as your head tilted up at her and she stalled in her words at the expression on your face.

“I know about Doyle.”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and you shrugged.

“It’s not every day an FBI agent comes back from the dead. Everybody knows about the legendary… or… reckless depending on you who ask, Agent Prentiss. I’d just never heard a first name or seen a picture. So yeah…”  you nuzzled back into her chest, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling, “I know the Dewald thing kinda just brought you right back there and you didn’t want to repeat history, especially with me in your place.”

Silence overtook you, your hand curled around her waist this time, thumb rubbing across her soft skin as you waited for her to absorb your words. She kissed your head, her lips lingering on you before she spoke once again,

“Is that why you never asked about the scar?” She felt her brow furrow and you shrugged.

“I’ve been in law enforcement long enough to know not to ask about scars. Hell, even before I started this job. You never know if it’s gonna bring up some super painful memory or if it’s from something like falling off the swings as a kid.”

“Hmm…” She replied and you could feel the wariness flowing off her, so you shifted up onto your elbow to look up at her again.

“Emily…” your voice was soft and hearing her name on your lips like that made her heart nearly stop, the adoring gaze in your eyes completely melting her. “We’re good. Okay? You don’t need to be constantly apologizing or explaining yourself or buying gifts. Give it another month and we’ll be arguing over something trivial like whose turn it is to take out the trash.” Your smile brought a laugh to her lips, worry washing away as the sparkle in her eye returned while you leaned up to kiss her. “We’re more than good. Okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled brightly, letting out a happy sigh when you nestled back into her chest, “as long as you know that I’m in this for the long haul, that I want it to really be something and mean something.

“I do.” You murmured.

“So much so that I may have mentioned something to the director earlier today.” She winced at the way your body tensed against her.

“And… what would that have been?”

“I didn’t specify things, I just brought up that something was… blooming and I wanted to get in front of it professionally.”

You propped up on your elbow again and Emily frowned at the worry wavering in your eyes, “are they gonna transfer me?”

“No!” Her hand shot out, cradling your cheek, “no baby, no. I didn’t even mention you by name. We’ll have to go in and sign some paperwork on Monday, there will be some situations where you report to the section chief or director directly instead of me. Any evals or performance reviews will be done by them instead, and they’ll likely keep a closer eye on us in the field for a bit, but we can do this.”

“Good.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her, “because I really like this job. And I also really like the idea of not having to sneak around or be worried about it all the time.”

“And we won’t have to.” She kissed you softly, lips curving up against yours as she did.

“When do we tell the team?” You asked and she sighed heavily.

“Let’s give it a bit? If that’s okay with you?”

“Please, Morgan and Garcia are already having field days with it, let them get the major teases out before everyone’s in on it.”

“Knowing Garcia that’ll only take the rest of the week.” Emily chuckled and you laughed.

“Well then let’s make the week worth it.” You murmured as you leant in, your lips brushing her skin as you caged her into the bed and she let out a chuckle, eagerly accepting the kiss.

______________________

@mickey-gomez @momlifebehard @melindawarnersgf @itisdoctortoyousir @emilyprentiss4life @somethingimaginative17 @temilyrights @alexxavicry @daddy-heather-dunbar @aliensaurusrex @rustyzebra @ilovemycrayons @thegrantwater @leftoverenvy @kades95 @dextur @m00nkn1ghts @supercriminalbean @daffodil-heart @msvenablesbitch @its-soph-xx @going-gray @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @hopelesslyfallenninlove @peanutbutterprincess @kdaghay @emilyprentisssluvr @lex13cm @awolfcsworld @zizzlekwum @emobabeyy @riveramorylunar @s1ut4nat @midnight-sapphic @scorpsik @prentiss-theorem @unsubologyy @strongsassysexysloane @svushots @overtrred28 @happenstnces @sapphicprentiss @heidss @geekyandgay98 @pagetboobstarcomments s @onmykneesformarvel @inlovewithemilyprentiss @aws-l

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald Part 3

Summary: In which you're missing your boyfriend and it takes absolutely zero convincing from the girls to fly across the world to see your man.

Warnings: Swearing, vulgar language somewhere in the middle as there is the tiniest bit of smut.

Author's Note: This is the last instalment of this little universe of characters. A blurb might be heading your way if I get around to it! Hope you enjoy this final part!

Part One Part Two

3.3K Words

Since you joined them on their UK tour, specifically their Manchester gig where it was very obvious to anyone who laid eyes on the pair of you, that you were completely infatuated with one another. You were 100% head over heels for the 6’4” bassist and he you. Literally from that day on, you couldn’t keep your hands off him. You wanted him all the time not that he minded because he wanted you just as bad.

You’ve never had as much sex in your entire life. It was true when you said that when you finally explored every part of your relationship, that he’d ruin every other man for you. You didn’t want anybody else, you were insatiable when it came to him. I think it was fair to say that you loved the bones off of him.

But you also just loved coming home from work and cooking dinner with him, unwinding and talking about your day. Your life had completely changed and done a full 180 and you couldn’t have been happier for how quick your life turned around. Ross loved slowly invading your space; his favourite jumper over the back of the sofa, a pair of slippers finding their way next to the front door and a bag of his favourite coffee on your kitchen counter. You also loved just sitting with him whilst he practised bass and creating funky little riffs whilst you nursed a glass of wine and just listened to him play. You’d never seen anything hotter than watching him do what he loves; whether that be on stage or in his living room. You were completely obsessed with him.

You also became fast friends with Charli and Carly, the group chat you spoke about when you met them properly was very active as you gossiped about your relationships and the band in general or life problems you were all currently facing. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t talking to those girls. Girls you were very happy were now apart of your life, even though it was only a short time ago, you can’t remember what life was like without those two angels in your life.

Usually Charli was all up for a little juicy goss between you girlfriends but today it was less sex talk and more moaning about how much you missed Ross and how you felt at a loss without knowing he was going to be home for dinner because he was in New York for  SNL with the boys.

Charli

Girl I love you but you need to get laid!!!

You

Ohhh I have absolutely no problem with getting laid babe! 🤷🏽‍♀️

Its the fact the man I’d lay down my life for is on the opposite side of the world.

Carly

Let her be! Haha They’re in the honeymoon stage! 

You guys are so sweet, I happen to know he feels the same about you!

Don’t tell Adam I told you!!!

You

He told Adam that? 🥺

Charli

Girl how do you not know this? He’s so pussy whipped it’s ridiculous! 😂

Carly

He did! Ads is ridiculously happy that Ross has found his person!

You

I’m literally repeating ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry!’ to myself over and over because I don’t want to cry whilst I’m with Denise and have her ask why I’m crying!

Carly

If you’re missing him that much, why don’t you go and surprise him?!

Charli

That’s an insane idea! I’ll come with you! I’ve got to head over there for an Oscars thing anyway, a couple more days in the US won’t hurt anyone!

Carly

I’ll text Ads, he’ll help with the surprise! X

Charli 

I’d ask G but he’ll probably forget what’s happening!

You

You guys! I love you both so much! 💕

Bitch get your suitcase packed we’re going to NY!!!

As soon as you got off the phone to the girls, you booked your flights and then FaceTimed with Charli as you packed your cases together. Struggling with what to pack, what was weather even like in New York in March anyway? Her only input was to just not pack anything considering “You’re probably not going to be wearing a lot once he sees you anyway!”  Which to be fair to her, it was a very valid point. Charli knew you both all too well.

After settling on a mixture of cute outfits; casual and a few fancier ones, she picked out her favourite lingerie sets that you owned and told you “If you didn’t get dicked down the moment he sees you. I’ll fuck you myself!” Which had you cackling loudly because you absolutely knew that wouldn’t be the case but you appreciated the confidence boost from her nonetheless anyway!

“Don’t let G hear you say that! He’ll start getting ideas!”  You smirked; as Charli giggled before finally hanging up the phone so you could get the rest of your shit together.

When you got into bed that night, you wiggled about in excitement knowing that in less than 24 hours you’ll be able to see your man in flesh made it almost impossible to sleep. Feeling a little frisky you pulled off Ross’ shirt that you had stolen and opened up your camera app and hit record.

Sending it off to your man, as a little incentive as what he was missing and how much you were missing him. You shot him a quick warning text.

Just off to bed, missing you like crazy!

Do NOT under any circumstances open this in front of your band mates!!!

I’ll kill you and trust me I’ll know!

I love you xxx

His response made you squeal in excitement! You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him!

Fuck baby! You’re already killing me!

Sweet dreams! Only a couple more days until I’m home!

I love you too xxx

When you touched down in the New York, you forgot the intricacies of travelling with a well known international pop star and the fact paps were already waiting at the airport to pounce on whatever poor unsuspecting celebrity had touched down in the Big Apple. Taking your suitcases you wheeled them on out of the airport alone and into the awaiting car as you waited for Charli because if the paparazzi ruined your surprise you were going to riot because you really wanted to pull this off.

Switching your phone off do not disturb whilst you were in the car, it buzzed with a text from Adam. 

Hope your flight was okay.

Had the hotel pop your name onto Ross’ room!

Also sent your man on a coffee run so I’ll meet you in the lobby! x

You couldn’t help but beam when you spotted your friend waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel. Rushing to pull him into a tight a hug, you were very grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann. “Thank you for doing this. It means so much to me.” You told him, once you got your keycard from the front desk, the three of you finally making your way to the floor the band were staying on.

“Yeah seriously! Thanks so much! She’s been so annoying at home!”

“You’re just as bad! Fuck off!” You shot Charli a glare although it didn’t last long because it sent you both into a fit of giggles.

“George is in his room.”  Adam told her; as he stepped out of the elevator onto their floor, the brunette waved over her shoulder before skipping towards her room. “Ross should be back soon. It wasn’t hard to get him out the hotel! You know what he’s like with his caffeine addiction!” He smiled softly at you with a chuckle.

Hugging him once more, you pushed open the door to Ross’ room, abandoning your suitcase by the bed. His open next to the desk that was housing a kettle and an arrangement of crap you knew he had fished out of his pockets before leaving the hotel earlier. Immediately rushing to the bathroom to freshen up before your reunion with your favourite member of The 1975. When you finally settled on the bed, you already felt at home as his scent had already started lingering on the sheets, making your head spin and you started to feel giddy at the prospect of seeing his face in the next few minutes.

You weren’t on your own for very long; about ten minutes after you got into something a little more comfortable (wink wink) you heard Ross’ deep dulcet northern tone on the other side of the door. “Yeah see you in a bit mate. I’m going to go ring the missus!” You sat up, you leant up on your arms when you heard the click of the door, Matty’s voice briefly ringing through the open space.

“Yeah, spare me the details. Tell the bitch to text me back though!”

The flutter of your heart as you heard your boyfriend’s giggle and then him scold him for calling you bitch overrides your life long friend’s need to constantly call you names, as you rolled your eyes. Your heart beat beginning to race as you heard the door finally shut and Ross’ footsteps get louder as he finally got closer to you. You bit your lip nervously, waiting for him to spot you laid out on the bed.

You probably would have laughed at the confused expression etched across his handsome features as he heard your phone ring within the room and him running into find out the source of the noise, if your heart wasn’t thumping against your chest the moment you clapped eyes on him.

Ross blinked repeatedly as he took in your appearance. The fact you were here in New York in his hotel room and not at home in Manchester. The skin of your lip caught between your teeth as you attempted to keep your naughty thoughts at bay but he just looked too good. Already putting his coffee down, Ross was striding across the hotel room and launching himself across the bed before you could even utter the words “Hi baby!” His large hands holding onto your jaw tightly and kissing the air straight out of your lungs.

“Fuck. Missed you so much.” He managed to mumble in between kissing you senseless.

“Missed you more.”  You moaned; arching into his touch, grabbing at his belt to get him as close as humanly possible.

There was definitely no need to take Charli up on her offer because the little clothing you had on was quickly being ripped off as you reconnected after nearly a week apart. The pornographic moan you let out into the pillows as his large hands squeezed at your arse cheeks, pulling at the flesh as he tried to get deeper was enough to make Ross’ grip on you even tighter and really drive home. Squeezing around him, your whole body lit up in tingles as he made you cum again.

Orgasms were always great but you’d never get over the way Ross made you cum like it was the last thing he’d do every single time. You shuddered at the emptiness as he pulled out, anybody else would be knackered after cumming three times but not you. He made you feel insatiable. You always wanted more. Pushing him on to his back; you climbed back on top, straddling his waist and wasting no time before sliding him back inside you where he belonged.

He always felt bigger, more snug if that was even possible when you were on top but the delirious feeling of dragging your pussy up and down his incredible cock, as you made him like this made your head spin as you rode him faster. Running your hands up his chest and through his chest hair that you loved so much, your hands found home either side of his head so you could lean down to kiss him. 

“Love you so much baby.” You murmured into his mouth. “Could do this forever.”

“Always good to me aren’t you love?” Your boyfriend groaned into your mouth at a particular slow drag.

Pulling you to his chest, arms securely wrapped around your waist to hug you in place, Ross planted his feet into the mattress before pistoning into you so fast all you could do was babble absolutely nonsense into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, know you can do it.” He whispered into your ear softly.

“I want it. Want you. Need it baby. Give it to me. I’ve been good.” You managed to get out in between moans and chants of his name, like it was only word you knew.

“You’ve already had me though. Had your mouth round my cock within thirty seconds of seeing me. Always make me cum like that don’t you angel and now you want more?” Ross taunted you, the little shit.

“Always want you. Love you so much.” You pressed your mouth to his in a deep kiss.

“You’ll always have me, I love you so fucking much.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to go any faster but his words of affirmation and way his big cock was fucking into you, had you cumming hard with a loud moan and triggering Ross’ own orgasm, filling you up so much it made you feel delirious. Rolling off him, you snuggled quickly into his side, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, as you listened to his heartbeat beat erratically against your cheek.

It was moments like this that you loved almost as much as the sex, the man was incredible but you also just loved to love upon each other and talk absolute rubbish with one another. You couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky. Ross thinking the same thing as he tucked a fly away piece of hair behind your ear, made you freeze as you just took in the sight of him, a sweet kiss to your forehead followed before he continued telling his story about the restaurant the boys went to the night before, that he’d love to take you to before you both had to leave each other again.

The two of you were in the midst of telling him about the flight over with Charli when Ross’ phone rang from somewhere in the room. Leaning over to rummage through his trouser pocket, you noticed Matty’s name flashing across the screen as he tried to FaceTime him. Ross accepting the call, settled back against the headboard knowing there was always the prospect Matty’s conversation could be long. No hellos were said however when Matty’s face appeared and your heart swelled when you heard the reasonings behind the unsuspected call.

“I’m not saying the walls are thin. But the walls are fucking thin! And if my best pal hasn’t magically teleported to New York and you’ve fucking hurt her. I’ll fucking hurt you MacDonald! Do you hear me? I don’t care, I’ll find a new bassist! Now who the fuck is in your room?” Matty’s voice getting louder and more erratic as he ranted.

“Matty. Calm down, it’s me.” 

You spoke softly as you took the phone off your boyfriend. The pang in your chest when you saw the glossiness in his eyes at the thought of you being fucked over by his mate had your own welling up as you offered him a soft smile.

“Hi bitch!” Matty whispered; a sigh of relief living his mouth.

“Hey dickhead!” You whispered back a chuckle.

“You’re in New York? What the fuck!”

“I am!” You laughed. “Charli and I both kind of missed Ross and G so we thought we’d surprise them. Got in earlier today.”  You explained to your best mate. “You surprised?!”

“Yeah! Fucking relieved too because I genuinely thought I’d have to kill him! I know you guys are cute but fuck me you two are gross. Like actual rabbits. I’m so happy you’re here, Ross can stop moping about now!” You laughed loudly as your boyfriend reprimanded his mate for calling him out, grumbling out that he didn’t mope which only made you laugh louder. Pressing another kiss to his shoulder, you settled your head against it as you continued conversing with your mutual best mate. 

Mumbling something about a piss; your boyfriend jumped out of bed quickly, leaving you with Matty. As soon as the click of the bathroom door echoed back into the room your facial expression turned serious very quickly, scaring Matty and causing him to frown in confusion as to why you looked terrified all of a sudden.

“Be honest with me now.” You started off in a whisper. “Because I don’t think my soul would be able to take it if what I’m about to ask is true or if I ever find out you’re lying.” Matty truly in his confused era at the sudden change of conversation, his heart broke when he saw your lip quiver. “Why did you say that before? Has he ever given you the impression that he’s cheating on me?”

You choked on your own words as you managed to get out, the mere thought of not being enough for Ross was enough to have you about to sob on the phone to Matty.

“Ohhh fuck no! I didn’t know you were here. I heard the noise. I panicked. He’d never. I promise you. That man is annoyingly in love with you!”  Matty grinned at you as he word vomited out his reassurance. “I’ve tried to tell him that you’re not that great but he won’t have any of it.” Your curly haired mate shrugged nonchalantly, successfully pulling a laugh out of you. “I promise he would never do that to you. He’d marry you in a heartbeat if he could.”

At the prospect of Ross talking to Matty about wanting to marry you was enough to make the sob that was bubbling in your chest before resurface but this time out of happiness. Confirming that you weren’t sad, but it were in fact happy tears because you just loved the handsome brunette so much. He was in the middle of chastising you about the noise level when Ross rejoined you both, slipping in beside you and automatically wrapping his arms around you. “Yeah, can we keep the moaning to a minimum whilst we’re here please because some of us do value our sleep.”

“I can’t promise anything!” You smirked; cackling as he screwed up his face in distaste at your boyfriend’s answer..

It took a lot for your to get embarrassed especially around your dickhead of a best friend but suddenly knowing that he’d heard the two of you, heard Ross making you cum multiple times had the heat rushing to your cheeks before muttering something along the lines of “We’ll try our best” before hanging up the phone, it your turn to groan into your boyfriend’s skin.

The two of you spent the next couple of hours in bed; no clothes, tv on, room service ordered and just content on being in each other’s presence. Lazily running your hands up and down his chest, you pressed equally lazy kisses to his skin, peppering them up his neck and jaw until you captured his lips against your own. Fluttering your eyes open,  you took in his handsome features, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

“I could do this forever.”  You sighed contently against him.

“You want that?”

“Hmmmm” You hummed in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed up against him in order to get closer than you already were.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes shot open at the question. Searching his face for some sort of joking air about the loaded question. You managed to spit out a soft “What?” Shock completely taking over you as you stared at your boyfriend.

“I’m serious. You want to be mine. I want to be yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”  He asked again. 

You blinked up at him. “Yes.” 

“Yes?” 

The cock of Ross’ eyebrow; almost challenging your answer, unsure if he heard you right. Nodding frantically, you squealed in delight when he pulled you on top of him in celebration and kissing you so deeply it made you dizzy. You couldn’t help but cry tears of pure happiness as you let him kiss you all over. You were going to marry the love of your life. This crazy handsome, talented, attentive and kind man was going to be your husband and you couldn’t wait!”

[wildbornsiren]

12 days of Fluffmas!: Winter Festival || Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/F!Reader.

Day 6 Winter Festival.  Summary: Your neighbor Beau “Cyclone” Simpson takes you to a winter festival.  1553 words Female/AFAB reader..  Warnings: There’s an implied age gap. Reader is in her 30s.  Notes: Day six of the 12 days of Fluffmas!  Comments and reblogs fuel my writing, likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it’s appreciated and means the most.    **Tag list is done, please follow and turn on notifs for @wbslibrary​ **​

The doorbell startled you out of your thoughts, it had been a long day at work, and for some reason it was easier to zone out while washing yesterday’s dishes than it was to address your stress from work. A quick glance at your phone, and you smile—tonight’s dinner was earlier than expected. You open the door to see, not an uber eats delivery person, but your next-door neighbor. One Beau Simpson. He’s halfway off the stoop when you open the door, and he turns, a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry to disturb you.” His voice is low and quiet, and God, you could listen to him speak all day. “You’re just interrupting a hot date with Thai food and Netflix.”

“Ah, I’ll go then…” He pauses and turns to look at you once your words register. “Speaking of dinner.” He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “You already have plans. My apologies.”

“Beau, would you like to come in?” You open the door a bit wider. You had moved in next door a few months ago, and after your dog had dug up his tulips, and a shaky introduction, the two of you had become fast friends. Even if you wondered what it would take to make that well put together man to fall apart.

He steps inside, and you close the door behind him. “I’m sorry I’m usually more articulate than this.”

Oh no, he’s cute. There’s a slight blush to his cheeks and he’s decidedly not looking at you. “It’s alright. I can carry a conversation until the food comes, and then there’s a built-in thing to talk about.” He follows you into the kitchen, a few steps behind you. He’s in jeans and a cream sweater that’s just a little too big for his frame, but when he pushes up the sleeves you find yourself distracted once more.

You chat about work, sharing office gossip, filling him in on the latest scandals, and sharing a bit of the projects you’re working on. You smile, seeing that he’s listening, keeping up with the convoluted stories you tell him. Beau takes the bottle of wine from you, opening it, pouring two glasses, handing one to you. The doorbell rings again, and you trot down the hallway, voice rising as you go retrieve the food.

“Now, there’s no judgement for the amount of food I ordered.” You put the bags on the island. Beau starts opening them, and you grab chopsticks from a drawer, offering him a set. It’s comfortable and easy the two of you sharing food in the kitchen. He’s on one side of the island, you’re on the other and he's relaxed enough to share about his work. Granted, he couldn’t get overly detailed with his stories, but what he did tell you was exhilarating.

“You’re honestly telling me, one of these elite fighter pilots stole a pair of boxers from a fellow fighter pilot and ran them up the flagpole. And they had little roosters printed on them?” You’re laughing, and he's chuckling softly.

“His call sign is Rooster, so I’m assuming they found it fitting.”

“So, what’s your call sign, Admiral?”

“Cyclone.”

You could picture him when he was younger, full of spitfire and unbridled talent. There were glimpses of it, when he was playing football with his nephews. He wasn’t any less impressive now, older, a bit more reserved. If you squinted under the right light, you could see the younger man still there, just under the surface. “That sounds like trouble.”

He shakes his head, his smile easy, eyes mischievous. “Not at all. Perfect example of Navy discipline.”

“You are absolutely trouble; I feel it in my bones.” You can’t help but tease, liking the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. “What brings you over, Admiral, other than sharing pad see ew?”

“It’s Friday night, and we’re both home. Seemingly without plans.”

“I had a date,” you tease, “which you crashed. I have a very serious commitment with my Netflix queue.”

“There’s a night market, a farmer’s market type of thing.”

You watch, eyebrow arched as he picks at his nails. “The Bell Fest, right?” The fliers had been posted all over town. “Doesn’t seem like your kind of scene.”

“I do like to have fun.” He says. “I’m unable to go home this year, and my family and I’ve gone to the same one for years.” Beau clears his throat, “I was hoping that you’d be interested in going.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m asking you to join me to the Bell Fest.” He says.

You hide your smile, sealing up the boxes of food, putting them in the fridge. “Well, we can’t miss with tradition, can we?” You close the refrigerator door, turning back to him. “You’re driving though.”

One of the city parks had been transformed into a winter wonderland, lit up by hundreds of strands of Christmas lights. Decorated trees, food trucks, vendors selling holiday wares, and holiday music pumped through speakers completed the atmosphere. Beau never rushed you as you drifted from booth to booth, wordlessly holding your bags as you found presents to give to friends and family.

“That is pretty.” His words brush against the shell of your ear. Beau is at your back, leaning over you to look at a necklace that caught your eye. A starburst pendant hung on a delicate chain, pretty, feminine. “You know there’s no rules about buying things for yourself.”

“I like giving gifts more.” You turn your head slightly, and he’s right there. You can smell his aftershave, the peppermint on his breath, the warmth from his body. It would take just centimeters to close the space between your mouths, and you step away.

“There’s a light maze!” You say, trying to ignore the pounding in your heart. “Do you want to try it? Tickets are on me.”

Beau studies you, a small smile on his features. “I’ll go put these in the car. Give me a few minutes.”

You nod, flashing a grin of your own in his direction before you’re heading to join the line for tickets. The maze is made up of towering evergreens strung with clear Christmas lights, and from the map you’re given in the center is a place to take photos. “All set?” You ask when Beau joins you again.

“I don’t see how this is easy.” You mutter when the two of you are faced with another dead end. “Your turn to navigate, Admiral.”

Beau takes the map, tracing over where you’ve been, looking up as though he can see through the walls of the maze. “This way.”

After a couple false starts, the two of you make your way to the center of the maze. Grasping his arm, you stare in wonder, a soft gasp falling from your mouth.  An arch of lights stands, surrounded by poinsettias and piles of fake snow. You look up at him, seeing the twinkle of the lights reflected in his eyes.

“Would you like a complimentary photo?” An attendant dressed as an elf approaches you.

“Shall we?” Beau stops halfway down the path to the arch, turning to you offering his hand.  You pass your phone over to the employee before taking his hand. Beau pulls you to his side, hold light, but you pressed a little closer. “Send that to me?” He asks once the elf returns your phone.

Time gets away from you, and before you know it, the two of you are side by side in the car. He pulls into his driveway, and you look at his profile, drinking in the play of light and shadows on his face. “Thank you.”

“It was fun.” Beau says, before he’s exiting the car. He comes around to your side, opening your door. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“I mean Netflix is an old standby, I’m getting a little bored with it to be honest.” You take the packages and bags from him with a grin. “It’s not often that I get to observe the traditions of the mysterious man who I live next door to.”

Beau laughs softly, and it’s a sound that you want to bottle up to keep on a shelf forever. “It’s late, I’ll make sure you get inside.”

“Goodnight.” You say, walking across the lawn to your own property. You unlock the door, flicking the porch lights on and off twice after you lock the door. Carefully your purchases on the table by the door, toeing off your shoes as your dog dances and weaves between your legs.

“I know, I know, you need to potty.” You mutter patting her head. When you straighten there’s a heaviness in your jacket pocket. “Come on, baby girl.” You call to the dog, walking down the hallway, pulling a small cardboard envelope from your pocket.

Written on the outside in neat, crisp lettering “sorry for ruining your date.  –Beau.” Your fingers shake as you open the parcel, finding the necklace that you had admired. His phone number is written on the inside flap of the package.

You snap a photo, making sure the necklace is on display, sending it to him in a message. “If you’re not busy next Friday, drinks? I think Netflix just dumped me.”

/end