#Lizzy writes! heat of the moment.

[unattainablesillygoose]

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SUPERNATURAL REFERENCE PLS 😭💀

heat of the moment, pt 1 [tasm!peter x reader x groundhog day au]

A/N Here it is: the first part of my ONLY ASK prompt, that I've been working on for a thousand years, because it came from @spidervee and because she's written 500 spidey fics and just gives and gives

a/n And because I can't do anything normal, this inspired something bigger than a short blurb.

summary: you ever feel stuck in a moment that you can't get out of? angst; fluff; humor; final destination vibes; and yes this is in tribute to my favorite episode of television ever written - "mystery spot"

words: 3.3k

warnings: death. a lot of it. repeatedly.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

TUESDAY, 7:00am

Your eyes popped open as you were viciously ripped away from the darkness. Music invaded your ears, your senses assaulted by a toe-tapping tune.

“It was the HEAT of the MOMENT

Tellin’ me.  what.  my. HEART meant

The HEEEAT of the MOMENT…

Showed in your EYEEEES…”

You slapped a hand on your face and groggily dragged it down with a tired groan. Your eyes just barely began to adjust to the sunlight. In a zombie-like state, you turned to your side and glared at your boyfriend’s rather retro alarm clock radio, set to a local station that boasted the greatest hits of the 80s. “Greatest” was certainly subjective.

Why couldn’t the man just use his phone like every other human alive right now, that cocky, hipster son of a bi—

“Mornin’, Sunflower!” the devil in question rang out from your en suite bathroom. A moment later, Peter Parker’s head poked around the corner. Despite being half dead, your heart fluttered at the sight of him—a glowing freckled face, his sparkling amber eyes, a beautifully mischievous smile, and a messy crown of brunette hair. To add to the stunning sight, you were pleased to find him shirtless and wearing a towel low around his waist, his hipbones peeking out and accenting his perfectly-sculpted V.

By contrast, you looked like ass.

But the way he looked at you, you were as captivating as the Milky Way. 

“How’d you sleep, bug?” he beamed, wiping any residual toothpaste away with a hand towel.

“Great,” you sighed, exhaustion evident in your voice. You yawned, gazing up at the ceiling, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was having a wonderful dream. And then I was assaulted.”

“Oh,” he replied, sauntering over to the bed. “Like in a sexy way? By me, I hope.” He teased as he leaned over you, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously, one hand on either side of your head

“No,” you pouted, rolling your eyes, “by Asia.”

He tilted his head, considering. “That got weird, fast.” He smirked as he eyed you suspiciously, “You been readin’ fanfiction again?”

You barked with laughter. “I mean my ears, dumbass!” Grinning like a fool, he kissed you and you nuzzled his cheek. You felt the dampness of the towel sink into you through the bedsheets. You didn’t mind. “Could you please just use your phone alarm like everybody else?” you whiningly pleaded.

“But bug, this is the perfect soundtrack for today!” Peter replied, pressing more kisses on the side of your neck beneath your ear and down to your shoulder. He smiled against your flesh. “It’s going to be a wonderful day.” You wriggled beneath him, his light stubble and soft lips tickling your sensitive skin. “Patrol kinda kicked my ass yesterday, so I was thinking about taking a day off. Spending it with my girl.” He pushed up and gazed down at you with eyes that could force you to agree to anything. “So how ‘bout it, huh?”

“Mmm, I’d love to,” you hummed, rubbing your hands over the firm breadth of his chest and arms, admiring him the way one would admire a Michelangelo. “But I can’t,” you lamented.

“What?” he whimpered in protest. “Noo, c’mon… We live together and I feel like I haven’t seen you since last week.” His lips were back on you, leading you towards temptation.

“And whose fault is that, Spider-Man?” you teased. He sulked like a toddler. “I can’t,” you frowned, exaggerating the disappointment in your voice in solidarity with his own. “Today’s super important. If I don’t finish drafting those plans by 4, I’m screwed.”

“Look at it this way,” Peter replied, with a wolfish twinkle, “you stay in bed with me, you’re still screwed either way.” He dipped down for a slower kiss, more lustful than before. “This method is a lot more fun, I promise.”

You smiled against his lips, unable to contain the way your stomach fluttered. “You are such a perv, Parker,” you chided him with a half-smirk on your face. “But seriously, I can’t.” His head rolled back with an anguished sigh as his defeat sunk in. “But hey, walk me to work? I’ll skip the train today.”

He peered down at you with an unsatisfied pout. “Okay,” he muttered. He pushed himself up, still straddling you. “But can we at least stop for coffee and a bagel on the way?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “I’m starving.”

“What a surprise,” Peter answered, tilting his head. “So am I.” He suddenly lifted the bedsheets up and disappeared beneath them. 

“Peter!” you squirmed and giggled, scandalized, as you felt his fingertips scurry for the waist of your panties. “You’re absolutely awf—ahhhh!”

You felt a buzz in your pocket and retrieved your phone to glance at the caller ID: Mom.

You flicked your eyes upward in a reflexive eye roll, then declined the call and pocketed the device. 

“Who was that?” Peter asked, trying not to sound suspicious.

“Just an old boyfriend of mine:” you teased with a demure smile that gave you away, “I call ‘em ‘Potential Spam.’”

“Hmm, too clingy?” 

“Yeah, but not in the way I prefer,” you flirted as you reached again for his palm. He smirked and planted a kiss on your knuckles.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped down the broken concrete of the sidewalk, deftly avoiding oncoming pedestrians. The heels of your boots scuffed the ground at a hurried pace. You didn’t ever slow down, not even to sip coffee from the disposable cup warming your free fingers. 

Peter looked over at you and the way your tiny legs carried you a nose ahead of his pace. “Bug, why’ya walkin’ so fast?” he asked, sidestepping to let a woman with an overenthusiastic corgi on a leash rush past you. 

You scoffed with an amused side-eye, “Well, if somebody hadn’t made me late for work—”

“What?” he shrugged incredulously as he gazed off innocently, taking a sip from his cup. “And miss the most important meal of the day?”

You slapped him on the shoulder with a blushing gasp, “Peter!” He cracked a devious grin. 

Your eyes scanned his face and the gait of his walk. You’d always considered your boyfriend to be good-looking—beautiful, even, but there was something particularly dashing about him this morning. Perhaps it was how the golden rays of sunlight illuminated his face added a glow to his whiskey irises, or how the crisp air tinted his fair cheeks. The sight of him reeled you in like a gravitational pull.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you eyed him curiously.

He glanced at you innocently, failing to hide a smile behind tight lips. “What?” he said with a light laugh. His mood was infectious, and the longer you stared into his warm eyes, the more you felt like you were going back in time. Years were falling away from you, and soon you’d be chasing him around like a young child free of the shackles and pomp of adulthood.

You couldn’t help but return the smile. “I’m serious! You seem… lighter.”

Peter glanced around at the busy street around you, shrugging his shoulders as if it was obvious. “I mean—look around,” he gestured with his coffee in hand. “The sun is shining. Birds are chirping. It’s not too cold, not too humid and gross. It’s like, a perfect day.”

You followed his gaze and scanned the area. A thick haze of smog invaded the air. Horns blared over the roar of the engines of traffic speeding past. Mechanical whirs and rattles of new construction echoed off the buildings around you. The faint smell of sewage and roasting hot dogs filled your nostrils as you walked by a food vendor cart. 

“Yep,” you agreed, with a not-so-subtle hint that you actually disagreed. “A splendor to behold, for sure.” 

With your next step, a nearby pigeon took flight right in front of you. Startled, you stumbled for a moment on an uneven slab of sidewalk. Peter gripped your arm to steady you, but your other arm sloshed your cup of coffee. You felt the hot, sticky substance coat your chest, soaking your blouse.

“Shit!” you hissed under your breath, feeling the hot liquid drip down your skin.

“Babe! Are you okay?” Peter flinched, brows furrowed with concern. “You didn’t burn yourself, did you?”

“No,” you groaned, biting back your irritation, “but this shirt is ruined.” You searched around for something in your bag to wipe off the mess, finding nothing.

“I can run home and bring you some clothes,” Peter offered, a sour look on his face as if this was somehow his fault. “Or, you know. Swing.”

You huffed, curtly, “Nah, don’t waste your time.” 

“I feel bad,” he replied. “Didn’t think you’d be wet again this soon.” You glared at him, unamused. “Sorry,” he immediately added, holding his hands up to placate your annoyance. “Last one, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you glowered sarcastically, landing eyes on a convenience store nearby. “I’m going in for napkins.” You looked both ways before crossing the street, tossing your nearly empty cup in the garbage. Peter followed closely behind you into the shop.

The environment inside the store was much more subdued. You stopped in the doorway to survey the inside: A bored, pepper-haired, pitted-faced man with bushy brows slumped over the cash register, not bothering to end his side of the conversation on a Bluetooth ear piece. A thin, chalky young woman with flaxen stringy hair and clothes that hung off her bones stood listlessly, gazing at a display of cleaning supplies. A birdlike, blemished teenage boy with a broad forehead and copper curls lugged a cardboard box of snacks towards a shelf for restocking. 

You felt Peter’s warmth at your back as he entered the store, the bell above the door chiming as it swung open. He gently placed a hand on your forearm, letting his eyes rove around the aisles, tuning his senses to anything amiss. Even out of the costume, he was never not Spider-Man. He was never fully at rest, and never not diligent about the safety of a situation, especially if you were involved. While it may have annoyed you early-on in the relationship, especially before you knew about his alter ego and his history, his instinctually guarded nature was predictable now.

Your eyes found the coffee bar right as Peter’s phone began to ring. He glanced down at the cracked screen and looked up at you apologetically. “Uh, it’s May,” he explained, pointing a thumb outside the door. “I gotta take this.” 

“Go ahead,” you shrugged, already making your way towards the coffee bar. “Meet you outside.” He turned and put the phone to his ear as he left. As the door swung back, two chatty uniformed police officers sauntered in with reusable coffee tumblers in hand. 

You scanned over the bar until you found a container of napkins, grabbing a handful and dabbing at your chest. Standing on your toes, you looked around for a restroom, hoping to get a better handle on the mess with some tap water. As you considered having Peter go back for a new shirt after all, a hand grasped your shoulder.

Your body went rigid as you were pulled backward and up against a warm body. You felt a sharp point at your neck.

“Don’t move,” a soft, timid voice ordered. You could barely hear the feminine voice over the pounding of your heart. Your eyes went wide as you spotted your reflection in the glass door of a refrigerator case. The lanky young woman who looked barely strong enough to withstand the wind had her thin arms wrapped around your shoulders and a box cutter pressing against your throat. Suddenly, you counted every breath as a laborious, death-defying stunt, especially with the blade held so tightly. 

“Don’t try anything,” she threatened. There was a darkness that weighed down her vocal cords, pulling them a little too taut. You held eye contact with her, opening your palms gently, holding them away from your body. Even through the glass, the girl looked tired. Her eyes were bloodshot, with deep bags underneath. There was a tremor in her hands, one that shook all the way down her spine. 

You were having trouble forming words. Your eyes darted quickly in front of you, but there was nothing within your reach, except for crumpled up balls of paper towels. Your eyes began to sting with building tears; your body was flooded with adrenaline and a wave of emotions: confusion, anger, terror. 

“Hey!” a male voice rang out. Both you and your captor flinched, the blade drawing a drop of blood from your neck. 

Your eyes glanced to the side, careful not to move your neck too much, to spot the two police officers squaring off. You could tell one of the two men was older, while the other was younger, but all of their features were a blur. Everything else froze. The cashier stopped talking. The stocking boy came to an abrupt stand, dropping his armful of bagged peanuts on the ground. He spotted the box cutter in the girl’s hand, then glanced around frantically for his own, realizing that she had taken it while his back was turned.

“Put the knife down!” one of the two officers ordered. It was the younger of the two. 

“Just take it easy, kid,” the more subdued voice coming from the older officer said.

The girl sniffed, and from her proximity you could feel her lip quivering. “Nobody move!” she shrieked. It was a feral, heart-wrenching cry from deep in her chest. You felt the heat of the blade and of your own blood trickle down your neck. You squeezed your eyes closed and attempted to steady your breathing, if only to lessen the chance of being injured further.

“Shhh, it... s’okay,” you stuttered, barely able to comprehend what was happening. “Do-don’t... do—”

“Shut up!” she screamed, her voice shattering like glass. You could feel the convulsions move through her body, the heat of her lungs wafting across your cheek. “I-I swear to-to god, I’ll kill her!” Your breath caught in your throat, your fists clenching tightly. She was no longer the only one trembling.

“Pl-please...” you whimpered.

“Drop the weapon!” the young officer shouted.

The bell of the shop door rang again. Your eyes landed on Peter as he stared, wide-eyed and jaw agape, at the awful scene. The color drained from his face. His expression destroyed you. Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks as you watched him balk at the horror of all of his nightmares becoming a reality. He was stunned, ghost-like and motionless. 

You silently mouthed his name, a helpless apology. You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.

The unstable young woman must have sensed Peter as a threat. “Take another step and I’ll kill her!” she screeched, yanking your body closer to her chest. 

“Stop—!”

A shot rang out. The box cutter fell from the girl’s limp fingertips. Her heat was behind you, then suddenly gone. Her entire being—gone, crumpling to the ground. You felt a hot sticky substance spray across your face. You gasped at the feeling of her blood dripping from your chin.

In front of you, the younger officer stood with his weapon drawn, the gun still billowing smoke. His partner was frozen beside him, arm raised out towards you. They looked like statues—wax figures, or the mummified remains encased in ash beneath Pompeii. Expressions of terror forever cemented on their faces.

By far, the most nightmarish of visions was the dread you saw in Peter’s eyes. You watched as the light of them was swallowed up by fear and drowned in anguish, like black holes ripping galaxies apart. The cold darkness left behind would be void of life for all eternity.

You were getting warmer. And colder. You followed his line of sight down and gaped at a whirlpool of crimson torn through your chest. You watched your life force drain out of you, spilling onto your feet and across the floor. 

You don’t know how long you were holding your breath, but the next inhale feels like a flaming sword through the heart. You stare at the red—an ocean of red—as it crests and floods the ground below. You’re falling. Maybe through space, maybe through reality, dropping straight into hell. It must be perdition with all the pain you’re in.

And then you stop before you hit the ground. Your eyes open. Labored breaths. Peter’s face above you, fat tears spill from his eyes. Beautiful doe eyes. Tragic, betrayed. He looked like a little boy to you. You wonder what his boy will look like.

The fear grips your heart as you realize you’re not going to find out.

The sounds are rushing to your ears, and reverberating off of the cavern of your body left behind by a fleeting soul. You’re struggling to hear the sounds. You don’t want the quiet. You don’t want the darkness.

Peter’s screaming, you think. He clutches you tightly. He feels so warm and you feel so cold. You remember how he held you. Tightly wrapped in the stark white safety of your bright room and silk bed sheets. You want to go back to bed.

Your eyes are wide and terrified as you fight the darkness. Your lips are moving, but no sounds will come out. You’re trying to scream that you want to go back to bed. You’re begging Peter with all of your heart.

Please take me home. I want to go home.

Peter's lips are moving and you think you can hear his voice from the bottom of the well. He’s begging you not to go. You’re begging him to take you home. You’re not ready to go. 

It’s getting dark. The love of your life is begging you to stay. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open. You want to remember every freckle on his face, even as they’re drenched in tears. Darkness settles in anyway. It’s hard to see how beautiful he is in the dark. 

It was beautiful today. And now, darkness. This is how it ends, you think. But you’re wrong. 

It’s just the beginning. You hear Peter call out your name.

TUESDAY, 7:00am

Your eyes popped open as you were viciously ripped away from the darkness. Music invaded your ears, your senses assaulted by a toe-tapping tune.

“It was the HEAT of the MOMENT

Tellin’ me.  what.  my. HEART meant

The HEEEAT of the MOMENT…

Showed in your EYEEEES…”

You gasped suddenly, shooting straight up out of bed. Your eyes were wild, shooting around your clean, peaceful bedroom. You remembered where you’d been and realized you weren’t where you were—the jarring discrepancy confusing and overwhelming you. 

You were dead. You were bleeding out on the floor of a convenience store, breathing your last breath. 

But now you’re alive, so blessedly alive that you could feel every goosebump on your skin.

Sitting up in your bed, brought your hand to your chest where the entrance wound of the fatal gunshot had been. Nothing. No pain. No blood. No death.

But you were dead… it was so real. The sticky warmth of your blood was real. The smell of gunpowder and singed flesh. The terrified look on the faces around you. You shuddered at the thought. That cruel, horrible, gut-wrenching look of anguish on Peter’s face.

“Mornin’, Sunflower!” the devil in question rang out from your en suite bathroom. A moment later, his head poked around the corner. His expression serenely naive of the gory last moments spent with you in his arms.

His smile was beautiful. Today had been beautiful… and it—somehow—was once again? So… it was a nightmare, then. A surreal, too-real nightmare. And this is how it ends, with you waking up safely in bed.

Or so you think. But you’re wrong. It’s just the beginning. 

Today is the first day of the end of your life.

Continue to Part 2

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write where Tommy finds out he has a step-daughter from Lizzie’s confession (her daughter was born long before Lizzie became a prostitute and hid her pregnancy), but her biological father has full custody. He is curious about his step-daughter, sets out to find her, and ends up wanting her for himself.

Warnings: stepcest, dubcon, smut, creampie, age gap (reader 18, Tommy in his forties), daddy kink, tommy being a shit husband🤣, some choking

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

“Tommy I just don’t know about this. Why is he here?! He’s a dangerous man and I hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again! The egotistic, sharp tongue bastard..” Tommy had never seen Lizzie in such a frantic state. She was pacing the kitchen biting her nails, her brain scattered with memories from her past lover back in high school. He was now a powerful banker who laundered money, and abused his position by making the rich, richer, never fighting for his people but against them.

Something seemed off, his wife was always well composed even when something bothered her, and this he could tell was bothering her. She’d never admit it but she was scared of him, he knew something about her Tommy didn’t and she was concerned her husband would look at her differently.

Downing a glass filled to the brim of red wine, she pulled out a cigarette while Tommy sat in a chair, thumbs rubbing together while his eyesbrows furrowed together.

“What does he have over you eh? It must be something for you to be drinking at nine in the fucking morning with Ruby here.” She scoffed, blowing smoke into the atmosphere. She had to tell him, what choice did she have? He was meeting with Hector tonight for business, and she loathed it immensely. When she wasn’t sitting down, Tommy stood up stopping her in her tracks, giving her no option but to look into his piercing blue eyes. He could tell she was on the brink of tears but was holding her heavy emotions back, or trying to at least.

“Take a breath and talk to me. I can’t help you if you’re hiding something.” His eyes searched her worried expression for an answer, hands settled gently on her arms.

Contemplating her decision, she caved.

“I have a daughter Tommy. A fucking daughter can you believe that? I knew Hector back in school, we were lovers and he lead me to believe he’d always be there. That was until I became pregnant with Y/N. I was overjoyed at first but when her first birthday arrived I was having a bad night and-“ She stopped for a moment, sniffling and wiping at her nose. Tommy nodded reassuringly that it was alright for her to continue.

“And I fucking came home drunk and found him fucking another girl. I lost my shit as any woman would, and-and I stupidly pulled out a gun and fired, I nearly killed my own fucking daughter. She walked into the room behind me and the door startled me, I missed her by hardly a centimeter. He then filed for custody, had his whore of a mistress as a witness and I fucking lost. He left me without money, without visitation rights, I was homeless and desperate for money. I haven’t seen her since…She should be 18 now, a full grown adult can you believe that?” Tommy wiped away one of her tears caringly, no judgement present in his sapphire eyes. 

“We all have bad days eh? Why didn’t you just tell me?” She fell to the chair, weeping hysterically. She thought to herself, ‘God woman pull yourself together this was almost two decades ago’. Tommy still stayed unphazed, an idea etching his brain.

His thumbs caressed her shaking hands, taking a seat and watching his wife fall apart the worst he’s seen her. He was Tommy fucking Shelby, surely he could find Y/N for her.

“Love, look at me. I could find her eh?” Her breathing seemed to steady as she patted her heated cheeks with a tissue.

“You would do that for me?” Tommy shrugged like the proposal was nothing. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult after all the other fuckers he’s had to deal with and figure out their patterns.

Within a week Tommy had your location but hadn’t told Lizzy just in case you weren’t willing to come. After traveling for three hours, here he was in his black suit standing at the doorstep of a brick apartment building just outside of the city. 

Cars aligned the sides of the road yet no one was really outside. Clearing his throat, he knocked at the door.

“Coming! Hold on!” He raised his eyebrows, your voice still sounded young for a eighteen year old girl. Surely daddy’s money paid for you to be able to afford a place of your own but hell what did he know. Yeah he did his research before coming but Hector did well as a father and keeping your profile low considering his business dealings, but not low enough for Thomas Shelby.

When you opened the door in nothing but your silk pjs, chewing on a piece of candy, the chilly wind blew your hair wild while your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

Surely this couldn’t be Lizzie’s daughter? She was too damn attractive.

“Do I know you?” Your arms crossed from the cold air. The tall, mysterious man was dressed more formal than most people you knew aside from your father. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and smelt of cigarettes with a hint of cologne that wasn’t too powerful.

“Do you always answer the door in your pajamas? You never know who might be on the other side. Can I come in? I’m a friend of your father’s.” Shrugging, you walked back inside leaving the door open for him. Silly girl, clearly your father has never taught you to never trust strangers. Tommy couldn’t help but stare at the way your ass jiggled with each movement in the snug blue fabric. Lapping his tongue over his lip, he checked his surrounding before following you in and closing the door behind him.

“Tea?” Tommy waved you off, politely declining before taking a seat in the kitchen while lighting a cigarette, spreading the tip over his lip before lighting the flame.

God you were a cute, devilish little thing. He could tell with each delicate step on the newly put in floor you were going to be trouble. Such smoothe, youthful skin. Especially the way you strutted around him, breasts bouncing with each joyful movement.

He was more than interested to see where this might go but business was needed to be had first. When you took a seat beside him, his eyes diverted from your body up to your innocent, enticing eyes. God even the way you batted your eyelashes was making him shift his growing shaft in his seat beneath the table.

“I’m Thomas Shelby from Birmingham. I’m here because your mother just recently told me about you.” You stopped chewing, wiping away the milk that was now dripping from your chin. The white substance sending filthy ideas to Tommy’s mind. Shit he had to focus.

“My mother? Who are you her husband?” When he didn’t respond, merely raising his eyebrows and making a clicking sound with his tongue gave you the answer you were in search for.

It was fascinating to him how suddenly the subject of Lizzie seemed to silence you. Your lips turned upside down into a frown as you cleared your throat looking toward the window instead of at Tommy’s frigid, introspective stare.

Offering you a smoke, you declined, arms wrapping around yourself as you changed the subject, wanting to avoid the anxiety this situation caused you.

“Mr. Shelby, if this was the only reason you came out here I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I just can not face her. Not after she abandoned me. If she loved me she would have put in an effort long ago. Is there anything else I can help you with?” With your avoidance of the topic, you stood up but could still feel his eyes on you as you discarded the dirty dish into the sink.

Replenishing his cigarette, he sat with his hands folded when you returned to the room, his posture straight with determined, curious eyes. Unsettling you slightly yet you were unable to look away.

“This is going nowhere so I’m just going to get to the point. Do you want to fuck Y/N?” His bluntness left you speechless, eyes growing wide. Yes he was very attractive, the palpable tensions growing stronger when he stood up from his seat and began inching toward you, circling and stopping at your backside. His bulge now pressing firmly against your ass.

His fingers touched your thigh, grazing over the sensitive skin lightly while his lips rested behind your ear. “Have you ever had a man satisfy you love?” His fingers inched further up into your pathetic excuse of shorts, hand resting on your heated mound, your wetness having stained through your panties. He caressed the eager area gently leaving you stood frozen in your tracks. Gulping back the nervous thoughts, you shook your head no. He circled over your sex, massaging the untouched skin while he placed a soft, chaste kiss beneath your ear.

“Your mum and dad wouldn’t have to know. You seem like a smart girl, surely you could keep a secret eh?” His free hand tucking itself underneath your shirt, grazinf over your naval. As he ascended up, shivers of anticipation riddled your spine, an aching sensation, a dire need washing over you when he grasped your breast, fondling the cushiony skin greedily, fingers twisting and pulling at your hardened nipple lightly.

“One thing I’ve learned is resisting temptation only escalates our most desirable wants and I know a young girl like you, you’ve had to hold back for so long haven’t you love?” His fingers dipped in between your heated folds making your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back onto his broad shoulder involuntarily.

Tommy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having euch a young, pretty girl that was supposed to be forbidden so easily desperate at the slightest touch of his fingertips.

When he pulled out his digits, you breathlessly whined from the sudden emptiness unexpectedly. He had you right where he wanted you.

“All you have to do is say yes Y/N..” Fuck you knew this was wrong, but his alluring scent and seductive yet intimidating blue eyes only increased the moistening of your cunt.

He could feel your heartbeat thud eratically, the trim of your waist wriggling from anticipation against his hardened member, all the young, intense thoughts he could imagine driving through your mind.

In the heat of the moment you turned around in his arms gracefully, hair flowing innocently, the strawberry scent being the last thing Tommy inhaled before your plush, delicate lips clashed against his. 

His large hands held your cheeks softly, deepening the kiss with each passing second, tongue delving in and intertwining with yours. He tasted of cigarettes and mint, like a man should of his demeanor.

Effortlessly, he swoopped you up beneath your thighs, skin slapping against the wooden table when he set you down.

His hands grazed the delicate curves of your body, grasping at any and every part of you while the strap of your shirt descended from your shoulder, Tommy’s lips instantly connecting to the warmth of your neck. Leaving hickies on your neck, wanting people to know you had been taken.

Your hands fumbled with his leather belt, making him smirk in between the pursing of his lips.

“Eager are we love? Knew that innocent act was merely a facade.” 

Peeling off your shirt, he ripped off your thin excuse of bottoms, revealing your dripping cunt, slick leaking our of your untouched rose onto the surface. Tommy felt his cock pulsate when it was released, slapping against his abdomen. 

Your teeth bit down on the skin of your bottom lip, lashes batting desperately for him.

“Is my step daddy going to fuck me nice and hard?” Tommy scoffed before positioning himself between your thighs, his cock plummeting into your explosive heat, walls already feeling as if they were squeezing his shaft from how exceptionally tight you were.

“Ah, fuck…” The pain was present but the feeling of being so stuffed, an empty void filled from his large member was overwhelmingly pleasurable. The sight of you so breathless with your eyebrows furrowed initiated Tommy to have little to no regard for patience, needing to take you right here and right now.

When he pulled out he pounded right into you, causing your hands to almost lost their balance on the table, boobs bouncing with each powerful thrust. 

“How’s that for nice and hard sweetheart?” Before you had a chance to respond, his nauls dug into the smoothe skin of your hips while he rutted into you, hitting your cervix relentlessly, needing to feel that sweet release inside of you.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, your back fell onto the table, fists curling at the edges while your eyes glanced down, lips agape at the sight of your step father bottoming out in you. His fingers connecting at your throbbing, pulsating clit rubbing fast but sensual circles into the sensitive area.

“Daddy…” Your voice was hoarse, on the verge of cracking from the overstimulation, only egging him on more.

Balls slapping against your skin with each impulsive blow, your hips rolled against him in unison, grinding down until you felt the texture of his partially unshaved hair, needing every singular inch of his cock buried in you.

His eyes never left your vulnerable body, focusing on how with each movement your body responded positively, feeling the warmth of your hot nectar coating and warming his length.

You were beautiful, sexy, breathtakingly attractive displayed beneath him, lips parted lustfully as he devoured you.

“Are you going to cum for daddy hm? Cum all over me cock, my little whore.” The degrading words stroke you in a fulfilling need, a building desire bubbling inside you. You felt like a dirty little secret, having sex with an older man who happened to be your step father, so wrong yet felt so, so right.

His frigid touch sent chills down your spine when he wrapped his large hand around your throat, holding you down while he continued to pump in and out of your dripping cunt, watching how your pussy was so willing and eager to take him.

You were close, so close to your climax.

“Ke-keep going. Harder..” You barely managed to muffle out from the grip he had on your neck. His frigid, cold eyes staring at you with a animalistic expression, a sly smirk on his face.

Your wish was his command. The entire table shook beneath you, a glass vase falling off and shattering on the floor while your eyes fluttered back. 

His free hand grasped your breast, clutching the cushiony skin when he felt your toes curl around his waist.

“Go on love, don’t hold back. Show me how that pretty pussy feels… Cum for me.” Within seconds your lustful, loud moans were filling the room as you came undone, your sweet nectar flowing like a river down onto Tommy’s cock. The beautiful, euphoric reaction of your high not allowing him to wait any longer. His seed spilling out into your pussy, shooting sporadically against your walls painting your insides white.

When he pulled out he looked at the work of art, watching his cum leaking out if you before pushing it back inside making you mewl from his touch.

“There, there. You’ll be alright. I have to get going, your mother is expecting me anytime now.” You pouted in confusion, unsure if you were to ever see Tommy again. He noticed the fret in your expression and made an offer.

“I don’t want any of these fuckers touching you. I have the money and your mother doesn’t have to know I could buy you your own place in Birmingham. A safe property, not too far from me but not close enough your mum would ever figure it out. How does that sound darling? I could offer you anything and everything you ever wanted, including me cock anytime you want…” This was a big decision and maybe you would have been thinking more clearly if he hadn’t just fucked you senseless. Agreeing to the terms, he nodded, gathering his belongings and kissing you gently on the cheek. Before he could leave you stopped him.

“Wha-what are you going to tell my mum?” Lighting a cigarette, he blew the smoke from his lips.

“Don’t worry she’ll never know I found you, but if you change your mind. I have her number. She’s not a bad person, your mum just think about that eh? All the information you may not know. Life lesson one from a step father to his daughter, always know both sides of the story, only way to play the game your way.”

When Tommy drove home Lizzie was pacing once more with a dire need to know if her husband had found you or made any progress.

“Well, what did you find out?” Tommy shook his head no, causing Lizzie to frown in sadness, feeling on the brink of tears once more though this journey always seemed to end the same, absolutely nowhere.

“Dead end. Maybe one day she will come around eh?” Lizzie was filled with sorrow, going to her coping mechanism of having a glass of whiskey and a smoke. Meanwhile Tommy was adjusting himself beneath the desk, reminiscing your sweet scent and the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock, fucking perfect you were and within a week you’d be moved out here, 45 minutes away. A drive he was willing to make for his newly found step daughter.

[talesofely]

Happier.

Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers

Summary : Your ex-girlfriend, Natasha, seems happier with her new man than she was with you. Or is she? (summaries r my biggest weakness, if it isn't obvious yet)

Warnings : Angst, Fluff (?), a talesofely ending (i'm not sorry 😓), swearing, mentions of romanogers, uses Y/N twice, pls tell me if u see anything else

Word count : 1.1k

Note : not a big fan of romanogers, so this kinda hurts to write 😭

You were walking down a familiar street. You weren't sure if it was the 29th street or the street close to the park. It was a dark and cold night, ones you used to enjoy a lot. You used to love walking around at night, the serenity and calmness it brought was something you cherished a lot. Everything changed due to a certain situation a month ago tho.

Your feet stopped moving when your eyes spotted a newly opened restaurant. It wasn't supposed to be that big of a deal, until you saw a couple walk out. It was Steve Rogers, and Natasha. She was wrapped in Steve's arms as they walked out of the restaurant into the peaceful night road.

You bit your lower lip to calm yourself down. It's only been a month since you two broke up, how could she move on so fast?

You didn't know why you decided to follow them. All you knew was that you were a few feet behind them, watching as Steve said something that made Natasha laugh.

They were headed to a bar. You entered a few minutes after them, immediately spotting them at a small bar table. You subsequently sat on the table on the corner.

It was bittersweet to see them smiling so widely, like they were so inlove. Your eyes subconsciously landed on Natasha. She looks happy. Happier than she was with you.

You smiled sadly. Seeing her like this brought you joy and sadness at the same time. Joy, 'cause seeing her smile always made you happy. Sadness, 'cause you aren't the reason for her smile anymore.

You knew you were also at fault. She hurt you without knowing, and you hurt her for it. Your break up was messy. It was a decision made in the heat of the moment. She dared you to walk away, to leave her alone, and you did.

But you also knew you loved her more than yourself. You treated her like how Carl treated Ellie in the movie Up. Apparently, she doesn't love you as much as you loved her, as she was moving on faster than you could've ever done.

You didn't mind, tho. Especially when you saw how happy she looked with Steve. Who were you to prevent her from having that kind of happiness?

You bit your lower lip and ducked your head, not having the guts to watch the love of your life in another's arms.

You felt a soft tap on your arm after a few minutes. You looked up to see your friends from work, smiling sympathetically at you. They sat at the table you were in, wordlessly buying bottles of alcohol for all of you.

They gave you a bottle of Natasha's favorite beer. Instinctively, you passed it to Natasha that was supposed to be beside you. You froze and sighed deeply when you remembered.

You finished the beer bottle faster than usual. You had high alcohol tolerance, but you didn't drink too much before 'cause you wanted to stay sober for Natasha. You nursed the empty bottle as you stared at your only reason to live being someone else's.

"Stop sulking, Y/N. I know how much you love her, but you shouldn't act like it's the end of your life end just because she left." Scarlett, one of your friends, said with a small smile.

"Yeah, babes, you'll find someone else that'll make you feel the same way—if not more than you did with Natasha." Lizzie gave you a small hug, trying her best to comfort you.

"I appreciate it, guys, really... but I don't think I'll ever find someone who I won't compare to Natasha. She's it for me." You responded with a bittersweet smile, watching as Natasha laughed at another one of Steve's jokes. It made you wonder how funny they really were to make her laugh that much.

"Jeremy, you're friends with Clint, right?" The said man nodded, looking at you in confusion.

"Don't mention my name, but please ask him to tell Natasha, that if he breaks her heart... I'll always be here, waiting patiently for her. No matter what." You sighed deeply seeing the couple stand up, and got ready to leave. You drank the last of your drink before ordering another bottle.

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"Hey, Nat, have you heard?" Clint asked as he entered the kitchen where Natasha was coincidentally in.

"Heard about what?"

"Y/N finally released a single. Tony's going to play it tonight."

Natasha's brows furrowed in confusion, searching her best friend's face for any signs of playfulness but found nothing.

"What's it called?"

"Happier."

Natasha bit her lower lip, as she nodded, trying to act like she didn't care about it. Based on the title, she figured it was about being happier without her.

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The avengers settled down in the common room, all ready to hear your first single.

"Ready?" Tony played the recording despite Sam's small "Wait." as he ran to the kitchen to grab a snack.

When your voice came through the speaker as you sang the first line, Natasha felt her heart clench. Oh how she missed your voice, your lullabies when she nightmares hinder her from sleep, and your soft singing as you danced with her around the kitchen in the refrigerator light at 3am.

As the song continued, Natasha realized the lyrics were about her. About your previous relationship. About... missing her.

Not only that, but the information on the lyrics were almost the same as the night she went out with Steve. 29th and Park, a month, a bar, corner of the room, empty bottle... Shit. You saw her.

Her panicking eyes met Steve's equally surprised ones. She immediately took her phone out, despite the song not even ending yet. She cursed when she was brought straight to voice mail. This doesn't stop her from calling you multiple times again though.

Clint looked at Natasha in realization, only then remembering and realizing what Jeremy's cryptic message was about.

So you were the 'she' he was talking about.

The archer approached his best friend, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Nat." He called her attention, only to be answered by a hum and glossy eyes from her.

"Jeremy, one of Y/N's friend, talked to me yesterday. He told me to tell you that, 'She'll always be there, waiting patiently for you. No matter what.'" He said quietly, trying to not attract unwanted attention to the now silently crying spy, knowing how much she hates others seeing her vulnerable side.

If only you picked up her calls, if only you read her texts, if only she knew your address, if only she knew you were there that day... she would've approached you and told you that it wasn't real. It was a mission. A mere undercover mission.

If only you knew that her heart still is, and will always be, yours.

If only you knew that she will only truly be happy with you.

Note : i'm sorry...? part 2 or naaahh? i kinda like this ending:> btw, i used this to cure my writer's block so BAHHAHAHAHA enjoyyy! mwaAaAaAaA:3

[slutsareteacherstoo]

I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part 1

Phew y'all I'm so nervous! I wrote this short drabble with "I Hope" by Lizzie Berchie on repeat. It's such a hypnotic song (yearners beware!)

Wrote this for the ones seeking something a little softer, sweeter with Terry. Chile idk how to do the tags. But OC Savannah is Black.

I haven't written anything in soooo long but writing this made me feel so good so I hope you like it. Lol please don't expect anything from me in the future I'm just throwing my hat in the ring.

Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)

Very much safe for work! | 1k+ words | Fluff

[PART 2]

There is something special

I don't wanna miss it

I'm feeling celestial

You touching my spirit

You touching my spirit

Terry lowered himself on the balls of his feet. His black socks in contrast with the cream-colored rug he was on. He met Savannah at eye level as she sit at the edge of the bed. His eyes were a world of intent, passion and care. He searched her dark brown ones. They were ones filled with yearning and timid anticipation. The only sounds in the room Terry cared about were Savannah’s. Her breathing for one. They were shaky, shallow breaths. He and Savannah had had so many conversations prior to this moment, to assure her that they’d take things at her pace. That he wouldn’t step out or look for anyone else, just because she needed to go slower than he was used to. No one else was on his mind, only her. He was utterly and totally ruined by the woman in front of him. His heart was hers only. And he needed her to know that. He needed to show her — slowly and steadily.

Terry bent forward, cupping Savannah’s face in his hands. She leaned into his left hand and gave him a small smile.

“Hi,” Savannah said aloud, trying her damndest not to break eye contact.

“Hey,” Terry said mirroring Savannah’s smile, only he had more crinkles in his eyes.

The two let out a short laugh. Savannah broke her self-started staring contest and looked away. But Terry’s eyes never left Savannah. Returning her attention to Terry, she couldn’t help but be bashful and blush. Savannah felt the heat rush to her cheeks and knew Terry could too. He began to move his lips side to side, as if trying to stifle a…smile? A laugh?

“What?” Savannah chuckled. She was eyeing him more intently now, while he was the one to be evasive. “ What?” Savannah said again raising an eyebrow. When their gazes met yet again, Savannah felt a bolt of electricity zip through her body.

“It’s you,” Terry said. “I just—you really do blush orange.” The two laughed together. Savannah thought back to when she’d shared that tidbit with him. That under her deep brown skin, the neutral undertones gave way to the hue, to her tell.

Terry thumbed small circles on Savannah’s right cheek.  It was a way to keep the both of them in the moment, a reminder that this moment was real.

“I do,” Savannah admitted as she was back in the unstated staring contest. She could get lost in his eyes honestly— changing from stormy seas to clear skies, planets she wouldn’t mind being in orbit with. The room was silent for a beat, save for the pair’s breathing. Savannah’s had matched Terry’s now, more calm and measured. Then, Terry spoke,

“Savannah, baby” his voice was low and quiet but it commanded her as if it were a different level. “You are in control. When you wanna stop, we stop. When you wanna continue, we continue. We don’t go any further than any of us agree to. Nothing has to happen. And there will be many times after this one where things can.” 

Savannah loosened a bit at that, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She nodded and Terry continued.

“I got you. At every step, I got you. We’ll take it slow,” he brushed one of her coily tendrils behind her hair. “I’m not going anywhere”

Savannah could feel the tears well up, threatening to blur her vision. The rush of emotions going on inside her, being noisy and inconsiderate, were slowly fading. She felt more sure. So much so, that she took Terry’s face in her hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. He melted like he always did in her grasp and pulled her closer. She took in his bottom lip with fervor, as he let himself be drawn in. As she deepened the kiss, Savannah laid back against the bed, bringing Terry with her. Terry didn’t mind. Like he’d told her, she was in control. If all they did tonight was make out in her bed, he wouldn’t mind it at all. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue. Savannah couldn’t get enough of his scent, pine and rosemary mixed with his natural smell. It complemented her black chamomile and vanilla. Getting lost in the senses, Savannah hadn’t realized she was at the top of the bed, with Terry hovering over her. She opened her eyes and saw the want in his eyes. The look on his face was expectant yet cautious. Her own were a reflection of her newly settled self— this new way of being she was ready to embrace, to let free: eager and willing with a deep craving for the man above her.

“I’m ready,” she said nodding vigorously. “ I wanna try. I wanna try with you.” Terry nodded silently, moving forward to kiss across her forehead. Savannah bowed into it. He made his way from one temple to another, venturing to the side of her neck. He found himself inhaling her scent before kissing and sucking behind her ear. The moan Savannah let out surprised the both of them. It was short, high and sweet (as least Terry thought so). At the sound, he smiled into her neck, while Savannah used her hands to cover her face. Terry came out from the place behind her ear.

“Open your eyes,” Terry said firmly, still holding the utmost care and softness.

Savannah peeked out from behind splayed fingers. Terry lightly grasped her hands and put them at her sides. He’d placed his right hand under her chin, urging her to really see him when he said this.

“I don’t care what sounds you make. Nothing is too silly or too embarrassing. I’m not going to judge you for however your body wants to express itself, especially when you’re having a good time. Especially when you feel good. Because you deserve it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” she nodded. And with that, Terry brought his lips to Savannah’s once more before resuming his exploration of her with his lips, seeking out a more inclined Savannah, slowly and steadily releasing her inhibitions to let him in; but most importantly, allowing herself the opportunity — and hopefully more to come— to let go, to allow herself permission to feel good. Terry couldn’t wait to be of service to Savannah in that regard. He’d honor whatever wishes she desired, as long as she’d let him and have him. 

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A/N: Okay y'all that's it. Watched some of The Underground Railroad today and a lot of the softness and tenderness Aaron performs Caesar with influenced this heavy.

I literally wrote this by hand in pencil, then typed it in the notes app and made minimal edits.

Also the only reason why i gave the character the name Savannah cuz the sound from Waiting to Exhale kept playing in my head. So minus the adultery, this is good man skskk

I also hope something like this for anybody reading it, especially if you need it (lord knows i do). Okay, bye sksksk 🫣🏃🏿‍♀️

[thesleepyskipper]

WIP Wednesday!

So many tags today and I am so grateful - I missed sharing on Sunday due to driving 16 hours over the weekend for our big summer road trip!

A huge thank you today to: @jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @kiwiana-writes, @sophie1973, @orchidscript

and also @cha-melodius, @piratefalls, @bitsnpisces, @suseagull04 and the open tag I happened to see from @leaves-of-laurelin

I'm sharing another wee little snippet from 'the shower one', which was making really good progress until I left, but I'm hoping to get in some proper writing time on it over the next few weeks!

Henry appraises him, expression not giving anything away. He holds eye contact with Alex for a beat, lingers for a moment on his lips, and then gradually rakes his gaze down, like he’s taking in every single inch of Alex’s body in slow motion. Alex feels heat pooling in his gut already and Henry hasn’t even laid a finger on him.

Tags below the cut for anyone else who might like to share!

@onthewaytosomewhere, @welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, @tailsbeth-writes

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay so it's been a lil bit i think and y'all have been busy so thanks for all the tags sunday (and last wed) (eeeep!)

and thanks so much for the tags today @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes @eusuntgratie @judasofsuburbia @typicalopposite

@firenati0n @jmagnabo92 @firstprincehornyramblings @thighzp @zwiazdziarka

& @tinyarmedtrex 😘

so i posted today an alex/pez fic "Wanna get out of here?" so i'm gonna do words from another alex/pez fic i worked on last month and just need to edit to post

OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG AND first philanthropy (let's call them that shall we) smut and more tags under the cut 💚

The look in Percy’s eyes is intense, filled with warmth and desire that makes Alex’s chest feel tight. There’s a spark in those depths, a fire that mirrors the heat pooling low in Alex’s belly. It’s almost too much to bear, the heady mixture of longing and affection swirling around them. Percy’s hand moves with purpose, the rhythm he establishes building in a way that scatters Alex’s thoughts, sending him spiraling into a haze of sensation. All Alex can do is let himself be swept away, completely at the mercy of Percy’s touch. The world outside fades into the background, and all that matters is this moment, this connection, and the way Percy’s hands explore him with both care and an unmistakable hunger. He trusts Percy to lead them both wherever they’re meant to go, the intoxicating thrill of surrendering to pleasure intertwining with the deep-seated yearning that has brought them to this point. Percy takes his time, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air as he kneels between Alex's legs, an air of confidence about him that sends shivers down Alex's spine. He slides a condom onto Alex's cock, the sound of the foil crinkling punctuating the charged silence. Alex watches, heart racing, as Percy lowers himself, his eyes locked onto Alex's with a playful glint that promises so much more. As Percy’s lips wrap around Alex, the initial sensation is slow and sensual, a tantalizing tease that sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. The warmth of Percy’s mouth envelops him, drawing him deeper into an abyss of sensation. Alex gasps, his body instinctively arching toward him, hips bucking as he seeks more of that sweet mouth around him. Each slow movement feels deliberate, a careful exploration that sends sparks radiating from his core.

okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517

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(i know it's no longer wed by some of y'all and getting late so the smallest amount of pressure possible here - really i'm just too lazy to edit this list any more than i already did lolz)

[henryspearl]

that time of week again!!! thank you to @theprinceandagcd for the tag✨ here’s a snippet from the chapter that i am currently writing for my Bridgerton AU ‘Wildest Fantasies’ for the @aroyallybigbangrwrb . The fic has had a name for a good few months but slowly starting to let the cat out of the bag now! I’m so happy with how this scene turned out so here’s a preview. Enjoy!!!

“This isn’t the 18th century anymore,” June reminds him gently. “We can be with who we want. But I understand, with Henry being a prince and a big part of the royal monarchy. It must be difficult. As for Mumma? Screw her.” June uses her index finger to place under Alex’s chin and diverts his eyeline, her eyes now levelling with his. “I just want you to be happy. And I do not want you to get hurt.”

Alex is happy, he knows that. But what he hides away and simply pushes right to the back of his mind is the prospect of the future and what it could mean for their relationship, that it is most likely on the brink of disaster, heading towards a major carriage crash. An absolute wrecking ball.

But he loves to live in denial and instead, just stays living in the moment. Moments of where he and Henry can wrap themselves around each other, hands roaming everywhere. Soft excited laughter pouring out of them in small closeted rooms and behind trees as they draw each other in for long, heated, passionate kisses. Simply existing as if there is no tomorrow.

“The one person I am worried about hurting is Nora,” Alex says, shifting his fears onto the genuine worry of someone else. “I know it was her dream to marry a prince.”

June snorts, reaching her arm behind Alex’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Alex’s head falls onto June’s shoulder. “Trust me, Nora will be fine. She had Prince Henry sussed a few days ago. In her own words, she said, ‘He is so cockstruck, it’s like a curse for a prince.’” A beaming chuckle erupts from Alex’s chest. June steals a glance down at Alex, “Do not think I had not noticed you ignoring what I said about you getting hurt either. I mean it, please be careful. I care about you and your feelings and I just don’t want you getting hurt.” A smirk tugs at her lips, “You’re my baby brother after all.”

“Please,” Alex scoffs. He lifts his head from her shoulder and wipes his nose backwards with the back of his sleeve. “I’m taller than you.”

tagging: @softboynick @heysweetheart-writes @babygirlgalitzine @iboatedhere @fullsunsets @henrysfox @onthewaytosomewhere @myheartalivewrites @anincompletelist @firstprincehornyramblings @bigassbowlingballhead @jmagnabo92 @onetwistedmiracle @lizzie-bennetdarcy @clockwrkpendrxgon @priincebutt + open tag

[taschamonnii]

More Than A Woman

Read Part 2 & Part 3 & Part 4 & Part 5

You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character  - Elizabeth Olsen) 

*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.* 

Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the dee dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and hig waisted pants and skirts.  

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Angst/Smut

TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman

AN: I’m not going to lie, this is purely a selfish work of writing. I NEEDED it!

Word Count: 4,343

Imagine This:

“I’m very attracted to you. Would you be interested in having an affair?”

The intensity of deep emerald green eyes was almost too much for you. The air in the truck was thick as you swallowed hard. Her gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and in a flash right back up to your eyes. Heat pooled low in your abdomen and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. 

Shirley licked her lips and your gaze was instantly drawn to the movement. Your body gravitated toward her. 

“You already know the answer to that question, Shirley.” 

Your tone was playful. This moment had been a long time coming. The two of you had far too many shared glances and lingering touches. You felt the attraction instantly when your gaze first landed on her in the church choir. She was the only reason you joined when you moved to this tiny town for your husband's job. She was quick to notice you as well, she convinced you to join the church tennis team. She was the epitome of a perfect church-going housewife when she introduced herself to you. Shirley Carter was perfect, too perfect. She knew she had a role to play in life and she perfected it to hide her secret. She was desperately waiting for a woman just like you to share her secret with. You hadn’t needed to perfect your role the way she did. You were originally from California. Yes, you married a man, but there were book clubs specifically for women just like you in your old city. Your husband attended a club of his own so intimacy and kids have never been a requirement. A mutual agreement was made between you and your childhood best friend long ago. You didn’t need to really hide it. So, it was oh so easy for her to notice your constant staring. She let you know it was more than okay when she caught you staring. She'd always manage to drift more into your personal space and she’d act super friendly. It was honestly mesmerizing to watch her play this part so perfectly. 

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” she smirked.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to have an affair with you, Shirley. You are all I ever want, all I think about.”

“What are you waiting for? Kiss me.”

A shiver ran down your spine at her words. You closed the gap between you in an instant. Her lips were impossibly perfect. Softer, sweeter than you ever imagined and you had imagined this moment since you first gazed upon her plump lips. She didn’t waste any time her body shifted into your space and forced you to sit upright on the bench seat of your truck. She was in your lap before you could even decide where you really wanted your hands. The second she settled into straddling you she kissed you harder biting at your bottom lip. You moved your hands around her body and down her back. The curve of her hips was irresistible, causing you to pull her into you. Her gasp allowed your tongue to slip inside her sweet mouth. You moaned at her taste and moved your hands to grip her ass hard and pull her into you again. 

This time she pulled away quickly and bit her own bottom lip as she pushed your shoulders back. Her hands gilded softly down your arms and grabbed your hands. You watched and let her take your hands where she wanted them. She cast a spell on you the second she whispered that she was attracted to you and now you were hers. She knew this, she knew she could do anything she wanted with you, that you'd do anything. She took your hands and laid them softly on her full breasts then made them glide down her front to her sides to the hem of her blouse. You moved your thumb along the material and grazed her skin softly making her shiver. 

"Touch me."

She let your hands go and grabbed your shoulders. You didn't waste time moving your hands under the fabric. You squeezed her hips pulling her closer. She hummed and pressed in closer, instantly capturing your lips. Your hands moved around her and up her smooth back. Nothing compared to how she felt under your fingers. You couldn't wait to have them buried deep inside her. 

You moved one skilled hand to her bra and unsnapped it as the other hand moved to start pulling her blouse off. The sudden cool air on her heated skin made her shiver and gasp. She may be bold but you had the experience. 

You wasted no time at all after throwing her top aside. Your blunt nails scratched down her back. She leaned into you with a loud sigh.

"Fuck"

"You like that?" 

"God yes!"

"Just wait, I'm only getting started."

You moved your hands up her sides and filled your hands with her full breasts. Her nipples were already so hard it made your mouth water. She sighed as you massaged them in both hands her hips began to grind against you begging for friction. You pinched her nipples without warning hard and she let out a whimper. 

"Does he touch you like this?"

"N-No. Fuck it feels so good. Please don't stop."

"Only I can touch you like this."

She nodded.

"I need to hear it."

You let go of her breasts completely and she groaned.

"Please Y/N! Only you can touch me like this, only you make me feel this good. Please!"

You smirked, she was always so in control and now she was putty in your hands.

You cupped her breasts lightly as light as you could stand it. Making her whimper again. You could cum just at the sound of her breathy moans but you wanted to make her cum first as many times as you could get from her. You were so curious how many ways you could get her to cum in your truck. 

You changed the angle you were sitting, bringing her closer. You leaned forward into her and ghosted your lips over her left nipple. 

"Fuck!"

You flicked your tongue over the stiff bud before she could ask for more. You sucked it hard into your mouth, biting it lightly. Her gasp and jerk of her hips told you she liked it. You pinched her other nipple harder and began to suck and bite and flick her left nipple relentlessly. Her hips were pressing against you wildly. Your free hand steadied her motions helping her get friction by gripping her firm ass and pushing her into you. Her breathing was becoming more labored but her hips kept the motion as you switched hands. You pinched the overstimulated bud hard as your mouth moved to her right nipple. You followed the same relentless pattern. Sucking biting, flicking licking. Pinching and brushing the other. Your free hand moved to her ass only this time you kept her body pressed closer to you not letting her get any friction. 

Her green eyes shot down to lock with yours and her pupils were blown. You released her nipple from your mouth. 

"I want you to cum just from this." You pinched both her nipples then brushed your hands over them and squeezed. 

"I know you are close. Let it go for me and I will make you cum again and again."

She threw her head back as you squeezed her breasts and grazed your palms over her sensitive nipples.

"Fuck I can't"

"You can"

You scratched down her sides and back up then pinched her nipples toying with them between your fingers. Her head shot back up and she pressed closer to you. You kissed down her necks and began to leave the lightest marks, careful not to leave any that will last, over her collarbones and breasts. Your fingers consistently follow a pattern of playing with her hard nipples. Gently then harder. Her hips bucked into you hard and her body trembled then her legs squeezed you hard. 

"Oh OH! Fu-FUCK!"

You hummed feeling your own clit throb at the sight. "Fuck you are breathtaking when you cum."

"I. You. Fuck! I didn't think I could cum like that."

"It takes more time that way but I could spend days worshiping your breasts. But also now you are soaked and ready for me."

You moved your hands finally letting her boobs have a break. Her nipples stood stiff and bright pink, almost tempting you to try and make her cum the same way for you once again. But you couldn't wait to feel how wet she was. 

You moved your hands down to her skirt which was already hiked up around her hips and pushed it out of your way more. You took both your hands to her inner thighs massaging them. You started softly making her whimper and used more pressure as you got closer to wear she needed you most. You could feel the heat radiating off of her center. Your fingers brushed against her silk panties and she gasped for air. She was soaked.

"Can I rip these off of you?"

She shuddered at your words and nodded as she talked. 

"You've already ruined them." 

You moved to the hem of the fabric and yanked it apart. A moan left her lips at the friction against her clit, the soaked material ripped with ease revealing her soft wet skin and soft trimmed hair. 

You moved two fingers along her soaked lips and lightly brushed her clit. 

"Stop fucking teasing Y/N"

You moved your fingers up and down spreading her slick heat she instantly bucked her hips into you. Her hands grabbed at the hair on the back of your neck. 

"Fuck me!"

You moved your fingers to her entrance teasing just the tips in. 

"Kiss me and I'll think about it."

Her lips instantly captured yours hard and needy. You pulled your fingers back up to her clit only adding light pressure. She moved like she was going to part the kiss to complain but you instantly captured her lower lip sucking hard as you moved your fingers. Both your fingers slid into her with ease. Her walls tightly surrounded you. Her body relaxed into you finally getting some satisfaction. She moved her hips as you slid as far as your long slender fingers could go. 

You moved your fingers slowly back out and in, a few times until her hips started rocking in time with you. You curved your fingers making sure to press against her most sensitive spots. 

"Ride my fingers."

Her breathing became heavier and breathier as she moved on top of you, her perky breasts bouncing in front of you. She began to move more and more and so you picked up speed and made sure your palm rubbed against her clit. She was already so close you could feel her walls flutter around you. You moved your free hand from her ass to scratch up and down her back. 

"Fuck! AH! Ah fuck please don't stop! Oh my fucking God! Fucking how? Fuck! Fuck Fuck!"

"I love how you ride my fingers! You are so fucking beautiful!"

Her legs squeeze around you tight and tremble as she throws her head back. Her neck strains and you want to bite it so desperately but know better. You guide her through her orgasm, easing the pressure letting her soak up the high and enjoy a slow come down. Her walls release their tight grip on your fingers and you slowly pull them from her. You are desperate to taste her but you want her to watch so you wait a second. As her body stops shaking she locks her gaze on you and the green rings around her blown pupils cause you to smirk. You feel like the best kind of evil as you bring your fingers to your lips and suck them slowly into your mouth moaning as you get lost in her taste. Her lips part as she watches you. You make sure to make an audible pop sound as you clean them and release them from your mouth. A whimper leaves her parted lips. 

“You are so fucking sexy Y/N!”

“You taste so sweet, Shirley. I want to eat you up, no I need to. Please?” 

You love the way her cheeks become red so you continue. “I need to bury my tongue as deep as I can into your sweetness. I need to feel your tight walls flutter around it as I drink you in and get lost in how incredible you taste. Do you want to feel my tongue inside you, Shirley?” 

Her body shudders and it is breathtaking to watch your words affect her so deeply. You move closer and brush your lips against hers softly. “Do you want to know how good you taste?”

She doesn’t answer with words, her lips meet yours urgently. She is swiftly slipping her tongue in your mouth and pressing her body against you with need. She moans into the kiss and manages to suck lightly on your tongue. Your clit throbs and you can’t stop the shudder that runs down your body. She pulls away with a smirk knowing the effect she had on you filled her with confidence. Her hands ran down over your chest and her slender long fingers quickly unbuttoned your top. She makes even quicker work of your bra, tossing it aside. She licks her lips as your breasts and abs are unveiled to her. 

Her fingertips brush up and down your chest and abs. Your nipples harden as her palms brush over them. She pinches them between her fingers softly. 

"Can I make you cum like this?"

You bite your bottom lip and nod. It's so sexy how she wants to copy what you did and learn from you. 

Her commanding, dominating, and controlling personality pushed her to be a fast learner and damn she really paid attention.

Her fingers are so long and her grip is strong she holds your breasts in both her hands firmly feeling squeezing, testing the weight in her hands. She loves how soft your skin is. She loves how you fit perfectly in her hand and it is better than her wildest daydreams. 

You moan at her explorations. Her palms graze your hard nipples as she releases your breasts. She then swiftly pinches both nipples between her fingers softly.

"Harder." You sigh

She bites her bottom lip and she pinches harder. Causing you to sigh with relief. You can feel your walls contracting around nothing and buck your hips up into her to no avail. 

She smirks. She moves off your lap slightly bunching up your skirt as she adjusts herself to put one knee between your legs and to allow her to straddle your bare leg. 

Her bare wet core now rests hot against the smooth skin of your thigh. And fuck her knee is pressed right against the wet fabric covering your clit. Her intuition is beautiful but you expect she's read about this sort of thing. She's a curious and intelligent woman. 

She settles for a moment in the new position still pinching your nipples, eyes glued to your every reaction. Then she slowly slides her wet heat along your thigh as she presses her knee into your clit. You throw your head back straining your neck. 

The display of your exposed neck collar bones and chest make her mouth water. She licks her lips before she leans in and presses an open mouthed kiss to your neck. She kisses and tests the waters sucking lightly. You can tell she wants to mark your skin by the way her lips tremble against you.

Her lips feel devine. Your mind wanders to how good they will feel on the rest of your body and how badly you want her to bite you but you more so just want to see and feel what she does next. You melt as her kisses lower to your chest and she kisses all around your nipple. She takes the other in her hand and finally envelopes the stuff bud in her warm mouth. She is light, careful, and calculated as she flicks her tongue and it drives your hips to grind against her. She pinches your other nipple as she lightly bites the one in her mouth and you can't help yourself.

"Fuck that feels so good!" You grab her ass in both your hands and squeeze, pressing her wet heat harder against your leg. Bringing her closer and also giving your clit much needed pressure. 

She takes this as a sign that she's doing the right things and begins a pattern similar to what you did licking biting sucking while grazing and squeezing and pinching. She switches between breasts and your back arches. You are so close and right when you are about to say harder her long fingers tangle into and pull your hair. She bites harder on your nipple and pinches the other with determination. You feel your walls contract and moan out. 

"Fuck I'm cuming! Yes Shirley!"

Your body trembles once twice as she releases your breasts and kisses your lips. Your hands travel up her back and into her hair as you deepen the kiss. She pulls back first. 

"I want to feel you cuming."

Her fingers travel down your torso and pull on the hem of your soaked panties. Her gaze falls to your lap and she grabs at the fabric the same way you did hers. You nod approval to rip them. Her fingers move with haste and her gaze is locked on the skin and neatly trimmed hair. She watches as the fabric falls with a clear sticky wetness. She licks her lips as she glances back up at you.

"I don't know how to do this."

She moves off your lap and sits looking away from you. Twisting in her direction you softly graze her chin and pull her attention back. 

"You have been doing amazing and you have made me feel absolutely incredible already. You don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"No! I want to! I just want to be great or nothing."

You smirk. "You and those long fingers are going to be the best. You are going to ruin me for everyone else, no one will ever compare to you." 

She rolls her eyes.

"I know this because you want to be great so you will let me help you and you will listen and feel and know what to do by paying attention."

She bit her bottom lip thinking "can you straddle me so I can do it like you did?"

You lightly bite your bottom lip and raise your eyebrow. "Oh Mrs. Carter, you want me to ride your fingers and fuck me senseless?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Y/L/N." 

You move and help her adjust into more of the middle of the seat. The bench seat is such a blessing and you are so thankful for your truck right now. Your knees hug her outter thighs and you hold your skirt keeping it bunched up as you settle on her lap. Her gaze travels up and down your body with determination like she's memorizing you. It makes you shiver and you can't stop yourself as you capture her lips in a heated kiss.

Her hands grip your hips fiercely and you think you may have bruises from it which makes heat rush to your already dripping core. You steady yourself with one hand on her shoulder and take the other down to grab her dominant hand. You hold her wrist as you guide her hand down. You guide her to just lay her hand over your core and you release a hot breath against her necks. She takes that as a good sign and presses her middle finger against you more. She bends it running from the source of the slick heat to your clit and you let go of her wrist to grab her other shoulder as your body shudders. 

She repeats this a few times each time teasing your entrance a little. Your hips are begging for more when she decides to slide her middle finger into you slowly letting your walls pull her in and fuck it feels so fucking good! She curls her finger as she slowly removes it and you can't help but squirm on top of her. 

"More. I need another."

Her gaze falls to your lap as you lift up off her slightly and she presses two fingers at your entrance. She slowly pushes in and you let your hips fall, enveloping her fingers with a sigh of relief. Your walls flutter around her and it encourages her to begin exploring different things. Your hips match her movements and your breath quickens. Your hands tangle into the hair on the back of her neck. 

You can't stop yourself from leaning into her as you feel the pressure build. Her fingers are perfect. You try to kiss her shoulder and neck but your moans make you falter and scrape your teeth against her skin. It makes her shudder and dig her other hand harder into the skin of your waist as she helps you stay steady. Your breath is more of a frantic panting against her skin and it just seems to urge her on. She quickens her pace more confident in her motions. 

And fuck it feels so good to let her take the lead to give into her. She seems to be enjoying herself and it just makes you clench around her. She can't stop watching her fingers disappear into you. She's mesmerized. 

You are so close your hips can't keep up with her motions but it's more than okay because she is fucking you right where you need her. 

"Fuck Shirley! Ah! Feels so good! Oh fuck right there! Keep- Oh fuck! I'm gonna AH!"

Your hips falter completely as your legs squeeze around her and your legs tremble. Your walls squeeze her fingers contracting hard around her. She slows her pace and stays inside you until you loosen your hold on her. You lean back blissed out and ready to kiss her but she's slowly sucking her fingers and your jaw literally drops at the sight. She moans at the taste of you and keeps her gaze locked on yours. When she makes a wet pop sound finishing the show you instantly capture her lips in a hungry kiss absolutely melting into the taste of you and her. 

You both break from the kiss in need of air and rest your foreheads together. 

The windows of your truck are fogged up and reality hits you. You just fucked and got fucked by Shirley in the church parking lot! You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips.

Shirley tilts her head to the side with a crooked smile. “What’s so funny?”

You gesture all around you “We just fucked in the church parking lot. I just fucked and got fucked by Mrs. Perfect Southern Church going HouseWife, Shirley Carter.”

You throw your head back with laughter and soon she joins you but not before she lightly slapped your shoulder. She glanced around and you were parked far in the back corner but still it was so risky! Sure that was part of the thrill but Shirley was not an idiot. She nudged you to get you to be serious for a second. 

“We should probably be smarter about this. We need to make a plan.”

You nod in agreement. “You’re probably right.” 

You move to get off her lap and she stops you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You smile down at her. “It’s getting late. I was going to find my blouse.”

She bit her bottom lip “oh alright, but I really like having you like this.”

You gave her a lopsided smile and leaned in to kiss her lips once again but this time savoring it. You parted your lips but only barely. “I like it too.”

You pecked her lips once more before moving off her lap and grabbing her top and tossing it at her. You found your bra and quickly pulled it on. You find her bra and dangle it from your finger. “Mrs. Carter, this little lacy red thing is so very inappropriate for choir practice.” 

She rolls her eyes and snatches it from you. “Oh yes because that black number you have on is so appropriate.” 

She smirks and grabs your shirt from under her and throws it at you. 

You gasp and throw your hand over your chest “whatever do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Now button your damn blouse so I can concentrate.”

You do as you are told and watch as she fixes her blouse, hair, and makeup in the mirror. Just like that she looks the part. Perfectly put together. You leave your hair tousled and a few buttons undone, your husband is used to this and most likely is asleep in his room by this hour. 

When she turns to look at you her gaze falls and she physically shakes her head. 

“You can’t go home looking like that!”

“Like what?” You smirk, “relax, my husband, is asleep in HIS room and used to me coming home like this. We have an arrangement, made a pact as kids, so our lives could be easier. Theo likes men and I well, obviously, I LOVE women.” 

You eye her up and down with a smug expression and top it off with a wink. Another roll of her eyes. “You are something else. This is all new to me and we need to be careful. I have kids to think about.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I know how to be discreet and flexible. Whatever you need, you are worth it.”

AN: This is an original series 

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Hello! Can you write about Cerise hood and Bunny Blanc? I know it is not a very well-known Ship.

Could it be a situation where both confess on the day of sincere hearts? This is the first time I've asked for this QwQ

First I’m sooooo sorry I accidentally got true hearts day and heart struck mixed up so I ended up writing this fic based on heart struck. I didn’t even realize till literally right now so I’m soooooo sorry

Anyway again I do apologize and I also apologize for my slacking of in posting but other that I don’t think there’s anything’s else I have to say

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Cerise didn’t know how or when it happened but it did. She had a crush on Bunny Blanc of all people at ever after.

She had the revelation a few weeks ago when she saw her playing some card game with Lizzie Hearts and made the cutest expression when she won.

Just looking at her had Cerises face heating and her pupils dilating whenever she saw her, or even smelled her thank to her wolf senses.

From that point on it felt like everything reminded her of Bunny. A carrot salad? Bunny. Pale white fur? Bunny. She really couldn’t escape.

She even found her dreams were consumed by her. But it was something she didn’t think she could ever confess. Everyone at ever after talked about Bunny and Alistair.

The two unfortunate wonderlandians who escaped their cursed world together and had weekly chess matches together. “How just right they are!” Blondie would say whenever she saw them together.

Cerise thought so too. Alistair made sense for Bunny, they were trapped with no one but each other for years in a cursed land. And they made it out together.

Bunny deserved someone who could provide stability in her life after all she’d been through. Well, that was until true hearts day.

The morning of true hearts day Cerise made her way to the library, where she was supposed to meet Raven for a quick study session before the party at night.

But as she walked through the doors, she stopped in her tracks as she got a glimpse of platinum white hair.

There, in the front row tables Bunny sat with a book in her hands, her eye brows furrowed in concentration and nose scrunched in such an adorable manner.

Letting out a silent breath Cerise made her way over, sliding two seats away from her while taking small glimpses of her every once in a while.

Bunny gave her a sweet smile as she noticed her and Cerise thought her heart would implode from adoration.

“So Bunny…”

The said girl perked up, her eyes flitting to Cerise. She offered an encouraged smile as she waited for the clearly nervous Cerise to continue.

“I was thinking, no do you-.”

Before she could finish her sentence she suddenly felt something hit the back of her head. Her mind went foggy for a second, her eyes watering from the pink smoke around.

But as she looked up and met the concerned eyes of Bunny, everything else seemed to fade away. She quickly sprung from her chair, Bunny following as she walked towards her.

Bunny stepped back, slight hesitation in her steps a she gazed at a love sick Cerise who had pink hearts in her eyes instead of pupils.

“Cerise?”

She suddenly grabbed Bunny’s hand, falling on one knee as she left soft kisses along the back of her hand. The other girl gasped trying to pry her hand away before an undeniable flush crossed her face.

She couldn’t help it, not when Cerise was kissing her hand so sweetly, whispering words of love declaration that rivaled even the most romantic fairytales.

“Oh Bunny you don’t know how much I like you. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for ever after.”

She flushed further at her words, looking around to see that every other person in the library was in a situation such as hers.

“Everyone listen closely! You’ve been infected with a live sickness!” The library filled with shocked gasps from the students as they gazed at Raven.

Bunny suddenly had realization pool inside, obviously Cerise wasn’t saying this out of free will. Why would someone like her like a meek, unconfident girl like her?

They were complete opposites in every sense of the word. “To cure this, go to the hall and find Cupid!”

Every uninfected person quickly walked out the library and Bunny had to practically drag Cerise as she followed close behind.

When they finally found Cupid Bunny felt a sense of despair. She liked Cerise beyond imagination and she knew it was wrong but she just wished that she and Cerise could be like this for just a little longer.

“Ok Bunny give Cerise this rose!” Bunny jumped in surprise as Cupid suddenly sprung up next to her, practically shoving a white roses in her direction.

Seeing her hesitate Cupid softly nudged her, Bunny sighed and stared into the live sick eyes of Cerise Hood one last time before offering the rose.

“Oh Bunny that is so sweet thank- uhhh my head!” The rose suddenly turned into a vibrant red color and Bunny held her breath as Cerise clutched her head.

“What-? What happened?”

“Oh nothing! Hunter here decided to play with my special arrows. You know the ones that make two people fall in love. But don’t worry I had Bunny give you a rose that cures you.”

Cerise stumbled as she heard what Cupid said, her eyes darting to a flushed Bunny who waved softly at her.

She felt guilt rise in her throat as she say the lipstick marks all over her hands, going from palms to elbows. Now Bunny was definitely going to hate her. Just great.

“Look I’m so so sorry… I didn’t mean to do all that.”

She shook her head, reaching and and grabbing her hands as she smiled in reassurance. “It’s alright I know it’s not your fault.”

Both girls stared into each others eyes, unconsciously moving closer and closer together when they suddenly heard something.

“So what do the color of the roses mean Cupid.”

“Well it depends Raven not all love has to be romantic for example, yellow means true friendship but then red means true romance!”

Cerises eyes darted to the red rose in her hand and then quickly to Bunny who she found was already staring at her.

Something unspoken seemed to pass between them. As if they could read each others minds. Cerise gulped as she raised Bunny’s hand.

“Would you… like to go to the true hearts day dance with… me.” Her words came out in a breath as Bunny leaned in closet her soft lips meeting her cheek.

“I would love to.”

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Can we just talk about this ship for a sec like I’ve never considered them as a ship before but nowwww idk there’s something real cute bout them.

Anyway I promise to try to pick up my slack but yeah idk what’s been up with me lately but let’s be honest it’s probably that damn fucking school

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

I had a nasty migraine all afternoon (not even sure what triggered it) so I was literally walking around the house in sunglasses because of my photosensitivity 😂😂

Anyways I was wondering if you could do a little fic of Steve/Eddie or both being nice to their girl because she is having a migraine?

That would be really nice. Thanks Lizzy💕 can I call you that? Or do you not like that nickname?

Hi! You can call me Lizzie for sure, I do go by that sometimes and I don't mind if you call me that :)

I certainly can write this for you. I sympathize completely, I understand what it's like to suffer from migraines, I get the regularly and actually get botox injections in my face to prevent them from worsening! It's crazy but it works.

"Hey lovely, I'm sorry I'm late. I got caught up at a club meeting and couldn't get out any sooner-" Eddie stops in his tracks at the sight on me on the floor, curled up just beside our cat Nelson, with a blanket over my eyes, just allowing enough light in that I can see him. He stops and tilts his head at me and before he goes to speak again, I put my finger in the air and shake my head.

"Shhh..." I mumble, rubbing my temples with a sigh, sitting up as my head throbs and he winces for me, realizing that I'm evidently in pain. He makes his way over to me and kneels down beside me, pushing the blanket aside, revealing me to the light and I hiss, instinctively shoving his hand away.

"What's going on?" He asks, caressing my cheek gently, kind, dark eyes looking at me intently as if he can pinpoint what's hurting me and stop it immediately just with his will and want.

"I can't hear you right now, I can't do it." I mutter out but the words don't sound completely right as they come out of my mouth. Eddie smiles with a bit of confusion behind his eyes and I huff, seeing that he doesn't understand what I mean.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't listen to you right now, the words hurt my brain." I stutter out and he sighs, nodding his head with a bit of acknowledgement and he frowns- no- he pouts, with a pitied look in his eyes.

"Oh, you're not telling me to shut up," he nods before whispering, dropping his volume down tenfold, "you have a migraine."

"It's ass." He laughs a little too loud and I stop almost immediately in my tracks with a wince and he apologizes under his breath for his volume and moves so he can pull me into his arms, whispering into my ear.

"I imagine, it typically is."

"Can you get me the usual?" I ask as a tear slips down my cheek and he's quick to wipe it away. I imagine his heart his aching for me like it typically does, his empathy completely taking over his whole body as he worries for me and cares for me until he's tired and yawning.

"Icepack, meds and a heated blanket?" He double checks and I nod, allowing him to help me up and off of the floor, at least to put me onto the bed so I can be more comfortable than I have the last few hours that he was gone. "You should've called the school and told someone to come and get me, I would've come straight home." I shake my head with a small laugh, the first sign of happiness that I've been able to express all day.

"Last time you did that Dustin hunted me down and wanted to kill me for you missing Hellfire. The last thing I need is a teenager on my ass."

"I mean-" He goes to argue but after thinking about it for a moment, he pauses and lets out a small snort at the thought of the last time Dustin was really angry with him for missing Hellfire for my birthday. "No, I completely understand." He holds his finger up for a moment, signaling that he'll be back and he rushes out of the room to grab the things that I so desperately need.

When he comes back, I immediately plug in the heated blanket, settling down on the bed as he gets my medicine ready and he hands me a bottle of water that I know he wants me to drink more than I want to, especially with my nausea.

"Thank you." I mutter, closing my eyes as he shuts the blinds and for the first time today, I can imagine this horrible headache passing and me surviving.

"Need anything else?" He asks, sitting down beside me on the bed and I'm quick to grab him by the front of the shirt, giving the fabric a bit of a tug as I smile up at him.

"You." I coo and he's quick to lay down beside me, slipping under the blanket and I immediately curl into his side with a happy hum, allowing his warmth to engulf me.

"You got it."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 296. brb x oc

a/n: dude i love writing angry rooster uwu(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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-

“You…are not being serious,right?”

Well, that’s going well already.

Beatrice just chews her lower lip as she sits on the couch. The twins are sleeping on their cribs while Nicole is busy on her playpen close to Bea, leaning against Jack’s massive form as the dog sleeps. Evelyn is by the door, one hand propped on her waist while the other arm holds little JJ who is peacefully asleep. “...well…I mean, you saw the skeleton on the way over.”

Evelyn's expression shifted from disbelief to concern as she processed Beatrice's words. "You're telling me this is not some elaborate prank or hallucination caused by sleep deprivation, right?"

Beatrice chuckled, tiredly. "I wish it were that simple, Ev. But no, it's real. Miranda has officially declared a Halloween war on the neighborhood, and she's chosen July as her battleground."

Evelyn sighed, adjusting the sleeping JJ in her arms. "That's a whole new level of... audacity."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Beatrice replied, her eyes reflecting the exhaustion already bubbling. "I woke up to the sight of a giant skeleton with glowing eyes right outside my window. It's like living in a twisted version of a holiday movie."

Evelyn lowered herself onto the couch beside Beatrice, carefully settling JJ in her lap. "Well, at least you have a front-row seat to the chaos. I can't believe she did that so early in the morning.”

Nicole, oblivious to the early morning drama, continued playing in her playpen, her giggles adding a single touch of innocence to the moment. The twins, peacefully asleep in their cribs, seemed undisturbed by the Halloween war waging outside.

Evelyn glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings of Beatrice's home. "You know, I never thought suburban life would involve Halloween wars. Maybe a heated book club discussion or a dispute over property lines, but not this."

"Welcome to the neighborhood, where every day is an adventure. Seriously, though, who declares war on Halloween decorations in July?"

Evelyn shook her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. "Miranda, apparently. Did she give any reason for this…spectacle?"

Beatrice sighed,shrugging with her hands clasped. "Not really. I think it's just Miranda being Miranda, taking a mundane rivalry to the next level. Maybe she thought she could catch everyone off guard by springing this on us in July."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what's your plan of action in this Halloween war?"

Beatrice frowns,rubbing her forehead. "I…have too much in my mind. I am upset, don’t get me wrong but…ugh…it’s just so much.”

With a gentle smile, Evelyn reached out, placing a hand on Beatrice's shoulder and keeping it there. "Bea, you've got a lot on your plate, especially with Rooster being away on his mission. Handling Halloween wars in July should be the least of your worries. How about you take a step back, let the neighbors deal with Miranda's theatrics, and focus on yourself and the kids?"

“You think they will?”

“Well,that woman has a huge skeleton in her yard in July.” she shrugs,”Your neighbors are nice…but I doubt they are that nice.”

Beatrice met Evelyn's gaze, then dropped her eyes to her hands. "You're right, Ev. It's just... sometimes, I don’t get her, you know? And with Rooster away, it's like I'm juggling more than ever. Why is she so…ugh,annoyed with me? I mean,I dislike her too but–"

“Sometimes people just clash, and it's not about you or anything you've done. It's just her way of navigating the world. As for why she's annoyed with you, well, she probably doesn't even have a solid reason."

Beatrice nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know you're right. It's just hard to ignore, you know? Especially with everything else going on."

Evelyn leaned back on the couch, still holding JJ in her arms. "Of course, it's hard. You're dealing with a lot. Rooster being away, the challenges with the kids, and now this unexpected Halloween war. It's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Beatrice let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping and her fingers rubbing her temples. "I just want some peace, you know? Like, a day where everything is normal, and I don't have to worry about giant skeletons or mysterious Halloween wars. Is that too much to ask?"

Evelyn chuckled, a warm and understanding sound. "Not too much at all, Bea. In fact, I think it's exactly what you need. Maybe we can plan a quiet day for you and the kids, away from all this chaos. How about a little escape, even if just for a while?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beatrice's lips. "That sounds nice, but…I dunno Ev."

Evelyn adjusted JJ in her arms, the little one seemingly content in the warmth of her embrace. She considered Beatrice's hesitance and the exhaustion etched on her friend's face. "Bea, trust me, a break would do wonders for you. You've been shouldering so much, and a moment of respite might be just what you need. We can plan something simple, a little escape to take your mind off things."

Beatrice pondered Evelyn's suggestion, the idea of a temporary escape from the chaos of the neighborhood wars and the challenges of everyday life. A sense of relief flickered in her eyes at the thought of a peaceful day. "Maybe you're right, Ev. I just need to clear my head for a bit. But, what about the kids?"

Evelyn chuckled, "We can make it a family affair. I'm sure the kids could use a break too, and maybe a change of scenery will lift everyone's spirits. We'll keep it low-key, no giant skeletons in sight."

Beatrice nodded, a faint smile returning to her face. "Alright, um…when?"

“When do you want?”

“Well…I have work tomorrow, thursday and Friday, so maybe…Saturday?” Bea asks, “Oh,I also have to check with the pediatrician for the twins on Saturday and I need to check on the grocery list and-” she went on and on and on. Evelyn just watches as Bea lists her life without looking away from her hands.

Evelyn patiently listened as Beatrice unraveled the web of responsibilities and commitments that seemed to entangle her life. The intricate dance of managing work, appointments, and the daily demands of raising a family unfolded before Evelyn's eyes. She could see the weight on Beatrice's shoulders, the weariness in her expression.

As Beatrice continued listing her obligations, Evelyn gently interjected, "Bea, take a breath. We're just planning a simple day out, not orchestrating a military operation." she smirks, “Rooster is the Lieutenant, not you.”

Beatrice looked up, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, I tend to go into overdrive mode when things."

“I know. But remember, this escape is meant to be a break, not an added stressor. Let's keep it light and enjoyable. We can work around your schedule and make sure everything falls into place." Evelyn smiles, “Okay?”

Beatrice nodded, her fingers absentmindedly tapping on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, you're right. Saturday sounds good. A day away from the chaos would be a welcome change."

Evelyn grinned, "Perfect. Now, let's focus on the positive side. What do you and the kids enjoy doing together?"

"Well, the kids love the park. Maybe we could start with a morning at the park, let Nikki run around, and just enjoy being outdoors." she pauses, “Take the dogs too.”

Evelyn nodded, "Great idea. Simple, yet effective. Kids always find joy in the simplest of things. What about after the park?"

Beatrice tapped her chin, contemplating the possibilities. "Hmm, maybe a picnic? We could pack some sandwiches and snacks. Keep it casual, you know?"

Evelyn approved with a nod, "Love it. Anything else you'd like to include?"

Beatrice pondered, her mind racing through the potential elements of their escape day. "How about an ice cream stop? …at Mr.Scoops?"

“I think that sounds great.” Evelyn smiles, rubbing her friend’s shoulder, “It’ll be alright,Bea…did you tell Rooster any…any of this?”

“No.” the brunette immediately shakes her head, “No,I don’t want him to be bothered by this, you know? Besides…I can resolve this here.”

“...you sure.”

“I am. I–”

-

“--am not sure of this.” Rooster says, Mark is standing in front of him in the office at the base. Rooster has his arms crossed, clearly not open to any other of Mark’s suggestions right now “It’s..hard to say with the breach that just happened,Mark.”

"I understand your concerns, Rooster," Mark said, his tone dripping with an insincere sympathy. "But we can't let a minor breach disrupt the entire operation. We need to move forward and adapt."

Rooster's jaw tensed as he uncrossed his arms, meeting Mark's gaze head-on. "Minor breach? Mark, this was no minor breach. Our communications were compromised, and we can't just brush it off. It puts the entire mission at risk."

Mark waved off Rooster's concerns dismissively. "We're addressing the issue, but we can't afford to let paranoia hinder our progress. This mission is bigger than individual insecurities."

Rooster took a step forward, narrowing the physical distance between them. "Individual insecurities? Mark, this isn't about personal issues. It's about the safety of the team and the success of the mission. We need to reassess and strengthen our security protocols."

Mark's gaze hardened, his arrogance morphing into irritation. "Well, didn’t the higher ups said we have the go? Then we go!"

A tense silence hung in the air as the two men locked eyes. The office, usually a hub of strategic discussions, now bore witness to a power struggle fueled by conflicting egos.

Rooster, unyielding, refused to back down. "I still prefer to be cautious. For everyone. No one will be at risk in my command,Mark. You included.”

The office air felt thick with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

Mark's condescending tone had always grated on Rooster, but now, in the aftermath of the security breach, the disdain in Mark's words had reached a new level. Rooster's commitment to the safety of the team clashed sharply with Mark's brash disregard for the severity of the situation.

"We can't let paranoia hinder our progress, Rooster," Mark repeated, his voice laced with impatience. "We have the green light from the higher-ups. It's time to focus on the mission at hand."

Rooster's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he holds out his hand to enunciate his words. "Mark, this isn't about paranoia. Our communications were compromised, and we need to address it before moving forward. Ignoring the breach is a risk we can't afford to take."

Mark leaned against the desk, crossing his arms in a show of arrogance. "You are too cautious, Rooster. It's time to take bold steps, especially when we have the opportunity laid out in front of us."

“Like the maps you showed me?” Rooster cuts him off, “The ones you didn’t say where exactly you got it? Those bold steps?”

Mark's eyes narrowed, a fleeting flicker of discomfort crossing his face at Rooster's direct reference to the maps. He quickly masked it with a practiced veneer of indifference.

"Rooster, the source of the maps is classified. You know that. What matters is the opportunity they present for the success of our mission," Mark retorted, attempting to steer the conversation away from the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Rooster remained undeterred, his gaze unwavering. "Classified or not, Mark, we can't afford to ignore the implications of a security breach. If our communications were compromised, what's to say the source of those maps won't be exposed as well?"

Mark's dismissive attitude persisted. "We have our priorities. The mission takes precedence. We've been granted the green light, and it's time to execute."

The frustration etched on Rooster's face deepened, his voice firm. "I'm not saying we abandon the mission. I'm saying we address the breach, shore up our security, and then proceed. We owe it to the team, to everyone involved."

Mark unfolded his arms, straightening up with an air of superiority. "Rooster, your caution is holding us back. We can't let minor setbacks dictate our actions. This is an opportunity we can't afford to miss,do you understand me?"

“My caution?” Rooster hated pulling rank, but right now? Right now it was needed ,”...I am the leader of this mission, I am responsible for everyone. Their safety. I lost no one in the years I’ve been in the Navy,no one…and this won’t be the time it will happen. Do you understand me?”

The atmosphere in the office crackled with tension as Rooster's stern gaze bore into Mark's eyes. The clash of their wills reverberated through the room, each word spoken echoing the deep-rooted discord.

And he could finally see…Mark falters. His eyes shake almost in fear and desperation…he knew that look. Young recruits had them, Jaws and Raptor, months ago when they tried to take over the mission had that look.

Mark was a man that got what he wanted but he will not get it from Rooster. 

Mark, not accustomed to facing such resistance, could feel the weight of Rooster's authority pressing against his own inflated ego. He was about to reply, shakily so, when McAllister entered the office, “Sir I–” the young man stops, hand on the handle as he holds a pile of paper, eyes going wide “Oh,s-sorry,I-I knocked and I–I assumed– should I come back later?”

Both Rooster and Mark turned their attention to the young man, who stood frozen, a pile of papers in his hands, his eyes wide with surprise.

Rooster, ever composed, gestured for McAllister to proceed. "It's fine, McAllister. Mark,” and he drops his eyes to him, “Was just leaving…right?”

Mark hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between Rooster and McAllister. The interruption had disrupted the power play he was attempting, leaving him momentarily off balance.

 With a reluctant nod, Mark mumbled something about checking in later and exited the office.

Rooster's stern expression softened just a fraction as he turned his attention to McAllister. "What can I do for you, McAllister?"

McAllister, still visibly flustered, managed to stammer out an explanation. "Sir, I have the latest reports on the mission objectives and the security protocols we discussed earlier. Thought you might want to review them."

"Thank you, McAllister. I'll take a look at them," Rooster replied, his tone composed. As McAllister handed over the reports, Rooster couldn't help but notice the young man's nervous demeanor. It was a stark contrast to the arrogance of Mark.

“Anything new?”

“No sir.” he replies, “No one has seen anything out of the ordinary. Seems everything is…back in order. Hopefully.”

Rooster nodded, his focus shifting to the reports in his hands. "Good work, McAllister. Keep a close eye on the security protocols. We can't afford any lapses.”

McAllister, visibly relieved that Rooster wasn't as stern as he initially appeared, nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir." As Rooster started going through the reports, McAllister hesitated before speaking up. "Sir, if I may... about the breach. It's just... well, it's been making everyone on edge."

Rooster glanced up from the reports, recognizing the concern in McAllister's eyes. "I understand, McAllister. It's a serious matter, and I'm doing everything I can to address it. We can't afford any compromises in our security."

McAllister nodded, the tension in the room palpable. "It's just... we trust you, sir. But with everything that's been happening, it's hard not to feel a bit uneasy, you know?"

Rooster sighed, acknowledging the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. "If you have any concerns or suggestions, feel free to voice them."

The young man seemed reassured by Rooster's words. "Thank you, sir. I just wanted to... you know, make sure we're all on the same page."

 "Communication is key, McAllister. We need to be transparent with each other, especially in situations like this. Now, anything else you wanted to discuss?"

McAllister hesitated, glancing around the office as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Well, sir, it's just that... there are rumors circulating among the team. About the mission and the breach."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "What kind of rumors?"

McAllister bit his lip, choosing his words carefully. "Some of the team members are speculating that there's more to the mission than what we've been told. That maybe the breach wasn't just a random event."

Rooster's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of concern crossing his features. "What are they saying, exactly?"

"Some think there's a mole within the team or that there's information being withheld from us. It's all whispers and speculation, sir, but it's creating a bit of tension," McAllister explained laughing nervously, “...I-I mean, yeah.”

Rooster processed the information, his mind racing. The notion of a mole within the team was a serious accusation, and if left unaddressed, it could erode the trust that held the unit together.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, McAllister. I'll look into it discreetly. Do not talk about this again, not until it’s resolved, understood?" Rooster said, his voice measured.

"Understood, sir. I won't mention it again," McAllister replied, relief evident in his voice. The weight of the information he carried seemed to lessen as Rooster assured him that it would be investigated.

Rooster studied McAllister for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your honesty, McAllister. It's crucial that we address any concerns within the team promptly. Now, let's focus on the mission. What else do you have for me?"

[leonotlara]

The New V Part 2

Uzi finds herself missing V. Wishing she would come back. But be careful of what you wish for! (Post episode 7, Uzi isn't in space anymore, sorry about that.) But this time it's not a cliffhanger.

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"Uzi...?"

"V?!"

An ear-splitting silence rang, and everyone could hear it. The subjects looked at one another."Uzi!" V ran the small distance between them but came to a halt upon seeing her face. A face of fear. Like when they first met.

"Th-This has to be some sick joke.." The purple drone whimpered, "Right?!" She backed away, visor displaying hollowed-out eyes, screen glitching as her voice altered slightly. She had dreamt and longed for V for so long. Why did she now feel like she was living in a nightmare with her presence here?

Uzi shook slightly, wobbly legs slowly carrying her to the direction of the colony bunker, mind racing, and sensors heating up far too quickly for her liking. She looked up at her father, like a small and helpless child. Did he know about this? What about Thad? Or Lizzy? Or J? Wait... no, yeah, J would definitely do this to her.

"Did you do this?" She looked and pointed at J. As the female Disassembly Drone glared with a shake of her head, Uzi began theorising who did this. A long, defeaning silence fell on the group. A tiny crunch of the snow was heard, and V, looking bigger from Uzi's perspective, made her act quickly.

She flinched away the moment she saw V inching closer, who seemed startled at the sudden movement. Realising it was now or never, Uzi took off running as fast as she had come.

♤

Why had she come so quickly in the first place? She thought they found V's remains or some sort of part of her. Maybe a recording of her death. That would've made her calm down more than to see her back and polished. This wasn't the V she thought was there before the elevator fell. That V would be in ruins, not brand-new, and yet, she was there, outside the landing pod.

The hardest thing about this was the fact that Uzi could barely pinpoint how she felt about this, but the easiest way to learn how you feel about something is to understand it clearer.

First thing the next night, she will find J and ask her how V had been seemingly revived. She had to know.

She just had to.Staring upon the ceiling, the purple lights seem to be shining brighter on the photograph above her bed. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up for it.

It was her and V having their first kiss together right after they came back from camp.

♤

"Come in." The voice drawled, the pod door creaked open. "What do you want?" The drone asked, her hand moved a strand of her bangs to see the one who opened the door.

"Is V here? Not that I really care, y'know I just..." Uzi took a deep breath before repeating the initial question. "Is V here?"

J looked at her, pausing from her writing on the notepad she had equipped on her hands, her expression of seriousness faltering into one of confusion. "Uh, yeah, she's just outside. You must have not noticed her when you went in. How did you not see her?"

"Oh.." Uzi sighed, taking a step backwards, her boot hitting the snow that blanketed the entirety of the planet.

Closing the door after a quick thanks, Uzi looked around the spire, from retracing her steps from the entrance, to craning her neck to look up at the ceiling, to the back, cobwebs in the corners.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She wasn't there."V..?" Uzi uttered, her voice cracking. Never had she thought to say that name again.Well, she never thought any of this would happen, and yet, here she was!

There was a faint yellow light on the ceiling of the spire, squeezed in at the top. Calling her name out again, the glow blinked.

"V, please! Look, I.. I shouldn't have been so terrified... but you just came out of nowhere! Like, I am here, mourning over your stupid death, then you just pop back in?!" She yelled, stomping on the ground. "Like, who does that? No being eased into it? No evidence you're actually you? Not even an explanation? Nothing? Anything could've helped, but no, you just came back without any sort of heads-up! Just waltz back into my life after sacrificing yourself and an ominous 'Uzi I trust you'? Yeah, sure, whatever! Maybe I was better off without you! I never desperately needed you anyway! I never needed anyone to mess up my feelings! Especially not a fricken murderer! You should've just left! I'd have more peace, you stupid, inconsiderate-"

Silence.

The yellow light began shaking, shivering, and the glow disappeared, similar to eyes closing.

A sigh echoed off the walls, and Uzi's face had guilt written all over it.

"Look... V. I-I'm sorry... really am," She whispered, sitting atop the frigid snow, her voice shaky from the screaming. "and I totally get if you need time to recharge. I'll wait right here for you, the same way you always waited for me when I had my angsty teen outbursts..." she chuckled softly. As her vision dimmed, her eyes closuig slow enough to see the yellow glow opening up again quickly.

♤

The unfamiliar weight on her left side disappeared, falling instead upon her chest. Looking down, she felt her sensors heating up.

"Hey... V." Uzi smiled, giving her a hug. V's arms wrapped around her, both drones' internal fans working overtime from the sudden warmth threatening to overheat them, mimicking a cat's purr. Both girls were smiling so broadly their cheeks were aching, but it didn't matter.

"Aw…" V's voice came out in a soft laugh. It was nice to hear it again without being deathly afraid of it.

Uzi's eyes hollowed for a split second, remembering what she said to V a few hours prior. Guilt overtook her again, her chest tightening so bad she felt like she was crumpled up.

"Uzi-"

"I'm so sorry. I should've calmed down, I should've just taken control of my emotions, I should've - "

"Hey, hey..." she grazed Uzi's cheek with her hand. Though it was a cold metal, it felt as if it was actively melting it off.

"It's okay."

"I forgive you."

...

One question remained, however. How did V come back polished and new in the first place?

When Uzi voiced her thought to V, she bit her lip, almost as if she was avoiding the question.

"Well, it seemed that Cyn had copies of the Disassembly Drones floating in pods around the exoplanets. This means she can replace us whenever. She must've had us on auto-replacing, though, so whenever we break, a new one will fly here with all the memories we had before."

…

"I couldn't have come earlier, I'm so sorry, I couldn't. It was out of my control."

"It's fine. The important thing is that you're back.

"They interlocked fingers that were resting on the snow."It's good to have you back."

[yumenotambourin]

Can you tell me more about your Elfilis pleaaseeee

AAA TYSM FOR ASKING!!!s

Okay so I’m not really good with open questions, but I’ll just dump whatever comes to my mind, if you want to know something specific feel free to ask!! I’ve been rotating them in my mind nonstop for two years I’d never be able to write everything.

First of all, my Lizzie is the Ultimate Lifeform. What does that mean, you may ask? Well, to put it simply, they are meant to* be the pinnacle of evolution, a being capable of anything, a being that cannot be outmatched.

*I say they are meant to because they are not a product of evolution. They are an angel birthed by Void’s feeling of being alive(???).

So, Elfilis is the perfect being. And knowing this has made them grow arrogant and self absorbed, although not exactly with malice. They are aware that they are genetically superior to any other being in the universe, and they treat others (who they call “inferior beings”) with I don’t really know how to explain this but with less disdain and more condescension. They essentially treat everyone around them like a little child might treat bugs: as tiny, insignificant things who can be fun to watch but even more to squash.

That’s kinda why they destroy planets, too. They just think it’s fun, and they genuinely don’t see anything wrong within it because they see themselves as above “pointless inferior concepts” such as morality. They also never really had a home, instead they travel from planet to planet, only briefly stopping to rest before blowing them up with no remorse, so they have little to no concept of consequences or society, and they dismiss these things as being below them. Also, they don’t destroy these planets due to ill feelings, in fact they love visiting different ones, but they simply don’t see the point in letting the planets continue existing after they’ve seen them (sorry if I’m not explaining well I’m just a bit tired)

Btw going on a little tangent here but today I was translating old Japanese mouce posts and one of them said “I find their arrogance inspiring” 😭 emoji)I mean I get what they’re saying, and honestly same but not worded it like that 😭 but maybe I have to look better what each word means.

Throughout their unmeasurably long existence, Elfilis never even thought of the possibility of being defeated. They are a smart mous, but they are also painfully overconfident and reckless to a fault. Which is, for example, why they let themself be run over, or get captured in the first place.

Lizzie was captured with guns. They might have healing abilities, but when the thing that hurts you stays inside of their body it actually made it worse. So they were shot until they passed out from the pain.

While in captivity, Elfilis spent the vast majority in their dream world, using it to explore the outside through the visitors’ memories and trying their best to pretend like everything is alright, waking only to see Neichel.

Btw, they’re very torn on their feelings towards Neichel, because on one hand she kept them company and stood by their side the entire time and they grew attached to her, while on the other hand she stole their song and exploited them like the rest, plus the sole fact that she is a human.

Also the New Worlders' feelings about Elfilis were mixed between fear, wonder and tenderness(like 🥺), no matter how much hatred one could hold for a being who attempted to destroy their planet, for nearly everyone it vanished the moment they saw how beautiful and miserable this creature was.

But Lab Discovera was sooo close to develop technology beyond anything humanity could've ever imagined, and if they frred the mous they'd have all the more reason to turn this planet to dust. So its better to keep them caged, right...?

Anyways, their decision to split was a stupid impulsive choice they made in the heat of the moment during a failed attempt at escape. They figured that by ejecting all their feelings would’ve allowed them to reason better, and the half of themself outside could help the half of them inside escape. They certainly didn’t expect to spawn two babies and condemn them to suffer for millennia.

In the present, Elfilis greatly loves their little ones, and takes on the role of the cool older sibling for them. They want the Gemini to be as happy as possible to make up for all the suffering they’ve put them through. Btw, they don’t want the babies to necessarily follow their footsteps, but they want them to at least be aware that they, too, are perfect like their sibling.

Btw they despise Kirby for being a “bad influence” on Elfilin and for trying to prevent them from existing just cause he made a little friend and for running them over, but they tolerate him because he undoubtedly makes their babies happy.

They also often pick on Meta Knight, mainly to tease Elfilin cause he admires him, but also cause they see that he’s trying to make himself look cooler by acting the way Galacta is (falsely) portrayed in the present and they think its funny.

Btw the were also a Gucci Gangster, specifically the healer of the team. Due to void shenanigans they can’t remember much of their other two friends, but meeting Kirby and Meta Knight unlocked their memories of Galacta. They miss him very much but they’re somehow sure they’d be able to bring him back one way or another.

Okay so its 2 am so that’s all for today, I repeat I’m not too good with open questions so if you want to know more please feel free to ask!!!

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 6

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Warnings: SMUT! Degradation, spanking… I thoroughly enjoyed writing the next few parts 🤭

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'COURSEWORK EXTENSION APPROVED'

You can't quite believe your eyes, but it's there in black and white on the screen as you open up your emails. You've asked to borrow Lizzie's laptop whilst yours has a stay in the university library's PC Clinic. The bored-looking lady on the so-called 'help-desk' wasn't particularly helpful but she did promise to get one of the IT Technicians to take a look. You're not overly confident about them being able to recover any of your work, but it's worth a try.

You now have one more week to re-write your essay for Professor McCann and whilst the thought of having to put all that work in again fills you with dread, it buys you some more time that you desperately need.

You've had a pretty uneventful weekend, attending the usual bars and seeing the usual faces, flirting with the same tiresome boys who barely manage to pique your interest, let alone go any way to satisfying the need inside of you. All you can think about is the two gorgeous professors, one who fills you with exhilarating nervous energy and one who you just want to fully entice into corruption, both of them sparking a sinful desire in you that's just too tempting to turn away from.

You pick your outfit carefully, a tiny flared skater skirt over the skimpiest pair of lace panties, knee highs and a tight band tee that stretches pleasingly over your chest. It's probably a little much for a Monday morning lecture but you don't care. A shiver of excitement passes through you as you imagine Van's eyes raking down your body as you enter the lecture room. And they do. You can feel the heat of his hungry gaze as you walk past the lectern, shooting him a secretive little smile.

"Morning Sir..."

"Morning Y/N..."

You'd normally head for the back of the room, tuck yourself away where you could watch Van freely without participating too much in lecture discussions, but you don't do that today. You take a seat at the front, right in his line of vision, feeling bold.

Of course Van's lecture on Post-War Britain is perfectly engaging, particularly with his captivating teaching style, but you can't help your mind wandering. You let the soothing sound of his voice flow over you and your eyes follow him as he paces up and down the front of the lecture room, fixing him with a sultry smile each time he catches your eye, which is often. You begin to wonder how on earth he can deliver the lecture material so engagingly the way his attention keeps coming back to you, burning into you, roaming over the tightness of your t-shirt one minute and your bare legs under the desk the next. It's a large room and the seating is arranged in tiers to enable everyone an unrestricted view of the screen, and even the first row is raised in such a way that you know he's got a clear view right under your desk.

"So... is that clear everyone? If you've got any questions please speak up now."

He turns away from the screen to look around the sea of faces, alighting finally on yours as you look right back, catching your bottom lip in your teeth, your eyes wide and imploring. And then you open your legs.

There's a moment where you're sure Van's lost his train of thought, his eyes darkening and his jaw falling slack as he watches you slowly uncross and cross your legs, seemingly mesmerised.

"Sir... Van... Van... I have a question!"

Erica's voice sounds from behind you and you glance around to see her stretching up in her seat, her hand raised up eagerly, pointing skywards.

"Yes Erica, go ahead... Sorry I was in my own little world for a moment."

A flicker of a smile graces his lips as he turns his attention away, and you feel a flush creep on to your cheeks.

The rest of the lecture carries on in the same vein, but you restrain yourself from distracting Van too much. At the end of the day no matter how tempting he is, you don't want to completely bomb out of your degree and you have a lot of catching up to do.

"Right... that's it for today," Van addresses the class, and a twinge of excitement shoots through you as people start rising up out of their seats, a quiet murmur breaking out as they start to file out of the lecture room.

You take your time sliding your textbooks into your bag, head down but ears pricked, expecting to hear Van call your name, but it doesn't come. The room's getting quieter now as the crowd at the door disperses and you look up, your breath catching when your eyes lock with his.

He's leaning back against the lectern, arms folded across his chest, head cocked back, cool eyes fixed firmly on you. His expression's unreadable but it sets off a flurry of nervous excitement in the pit of your stomach.

The lecture room door slams shut as the last student slips through and the sudden noise makes you physically jump. Van's lips twitch into a smile at your reaction.

"Someone's jumpy today... you're not nervous are you Y/N?"

You straighten yourself up, standing tall, trying to show poise and confidence. "Why should I be?"

Van smirks back. "I don't know.... you tell me. Is there... I don't know... something that you'd like to share with me perhaps?"

There's an inference in his words and a lump forms in your throat which you swallow down. All you can think of is yesterday, kneeling on the floor of Professor Bond's office, the delicious feeling of his cock filling your mouth. You squirm where you stand, trying to maintain some sort of composure but it's impossible. The knowing look Van's giving you suggests that he already knows damn well that you've been up to no good.

"I don't know what you mean..."

Van's smile widens but there's something behind it, something wicked which sets your already frayed nerves even further on edge. Your pulse quickens as he pushes himself off the lectern and steps towards you.

"Oh I think you do." He pauses, and his next words make your heart stutter. "So... do you want to tell me what you were doing in Professor Bond's office Friday afternoon then, hmm?"

He comes to a stop right in front of you. You feel small around him anyway, but when he's looming over you like this you feel even smaller. You can feel your usual confidence shrinking, retreating into submission.

Surely Johnny hasn't told him? Surely he wouldn't have told anyone? The risk for him would be too great. Although you want Van to know that you've been bad and you've been fantasising about the thrill of him finding out, you're still wary. You've no idea what lurks below his personable, affable demeanour... what sort of deviant desires drive him.

Maybe he's just calling your bluff. He can obviously tell that you're embarrassed and he thinks that you're hiding something from him. That must be it.

You take a deep breath. You're a bad liar at the best of times and now Van's looking down on you with that scrutinising stare you know that you won't be able to fake it. You begin to talk, keeping your eyes cast downwards.

"I turned up to see you actually, but you weren't there. Professor Bond showed up and took me to his office... I was really upset see... because of losing all the work off my laptop..."

"A virus wasn't it?" Van asks and you quickly nod, still not looking at him, your eyes fixed on his chest and the little gold pendant you can see peeking out from the unbuttoned neckline of his shirt.

"And then... we... we just talked. He told me he'd speak to you... about an extension for my essay... because of what had happened. Oh, errr... thank you for that by the way..."

You trail off with a nervous little giggle, aware that you're faltering over your words and anxious sounding, not wanting to show your nerves too bad.

Van's silent for a moment, and when he speaks his voice is quiet but commanding.

"Look at me Y/N..."

You slowly raise up your head, trying to steady your breathing. Again he doesn't speak for a while, just fixes you with a steady stare. Does he realises how intimating he can be? Of course he does... he gets off on it, you can tell. You start to wonder what you've got yourself into here.

"Did he fuck you?"

His bold words catch you off guard and you instantly feel heat rise to your cheeks. You shift where you stand, anxiety lighting up all of your nerves.

"No!" You blurt quickly, like you're horrified at the suggestion. "Of course not!"

His eyes are blazing and you feel like he can see right through your innocent facade and into the very heart of you, all your shameful secrets and filthy fantasies laid bare.

"Don't lie to me," he warns, and one of his hands shoots up quickly, gripping your throat firmly just below your jaw. He leans right in, just inches away. "Because that wouldn't be very smart of you... and I know that you're a smart girl really."

You're shocked by the sudden dominance of his action, but even more shocked by the effect that it has on you. The simmering pulse between your legs which seems to take on a life if it's own, the flood of wetness which pools there. His face is so close to yours that you feel his warm breath fanning over your face as he speaks.

"I've known Johnny for a long time... in fact we go back years. We went to the same uni, formed a band together whilst we were there. I know him well... really well." He pauses, licks his lips. "He's a bad liar too..."

Your legs are trembling now, but not with fear. All you can think of is how Van's going to react when he finds out what you've done and what he'll do to you. The anticipation is turning you on beyond belief.

"Now are you gonna tell me what happened? I know something did. I'll give you one last chance..."

There seems like little point in carrying on with your lies now, and actually you find that you don't want to. You're filled with apprehension but it's not an unpleasant feeling. It's breathtakingly exciting, and you've not felt this alive in years.

You draw in a shaky exhale before you speak and when you do your voice is quiet, a subdued whisper. "I... I sucked… his cock..."

You can visibly see the shift in Van's eyes, the twist of darkness sparking in them, the sneer on his lips, the tightness with which he grips you. He heard you, you know that he did, but he asks you to repeat it anyway, revelling in your embarrassment.

"Speak up... I can't hear you."

Your cheeks are scarlet and your mouth dry, but the shame is just arousing you even more. Van's grip is so tight now that you have to take shallow breaths. You speak slowly and precisely, a challenge in your eyes which you know is bound to provoke him.

"I said... I sucked his cock." Then you add with a smirk, "He loved it... and so did I."

He wasn't expecting your insolence, but his shocked expression doesn't stay for long. It melts away quickly to be replaced by something dark and dangerous.

"Oh Y/N, you bad, bad girl... what am I gonna do with you, huh?”

And then he releases you quickly, swiftly stepping back, leaving you to stumble. You don't have a moment to even collect your thoughts before he's moving behind you, barking out a command.

"Over the desk... NOW!"

WHAT?

You freeze, stunned.

"I said bend over the fucking desk... I wasn't asking."

Your confusion clears quickly as you look down on the desk that you've been studying at all morning. The smooth white surface looks back at you and you imagine lying against it, face down, ass up. The view that Van will have of you.

"Of course, you're free to go... if that's really what you want..."

"No!" The word bursts out of you automatically without you even having thought about a response, the part of you inside which has been waiting for this moment, anticipating it hungrily, desperate for it. "I've been bad... really bad."

The need swells in as you see the darkness swirl in his eyes, predatory. "So you think you deserve to be punished then, huh?"

"Yes..."

"Yes... what?"

You gulp in a breath, your throat tight, your body thrumming with anticipation as you plant your palms on the desk, sliding them over the surface as you gradually lower your body down until you're flat on the desk. "Yes... Sir..."

"Good girl..."

Then there's quiet, the only sounds your short snatches of breath as you lie, prone over the desk, your head turned to the side and your cheek flush against the cool, smooth surface, waiting...

Just as you expected he draws out the tension. Your ears prick as you finally hear him shift, heavy footsteps across the linoleum flooring, bringing him closer to you until you feel his presence, a hand reaching over to push back a lock of hair off your face. His fingers trail softly over your cheek, a gentle barely there touch, a contrast to what you're sure you'll have to bear.

"I won't go easy on you," he warns. You stay silent, ready for him, your whole body bristling with tension and eagerness.

He trails his hand across your shoulders and down over the dip of your back, further and further, not stopping as it smooths over your ass and then the hem of your short skirt, indecent in this position as he grips it and slides it upwards, fully exposing you. You hear him sigh under his breath at the sight of you.

Your heart's thudding in your chest so hard that you can feel the beat ricocheting off the desk as you lie pressed against it. Then you feel his cool fingers sliding against your skin, caressing the smooth globes of your ass. Your body's so full of tension from his touch and you bite your lip, trying to stifle a needy whimper.

"Mmm... so pretty, it's going to be a shame to mark you up." His voice comes quiet, then a short pause before the pressure of his hand is gone a split second before it comes crashing back down, harsh, slapping against your bare skin.

You suck in a quick breath, wincing, a small whine escaping you, but you don't even have chance to process the sting before his hand is back with more force this time. Your body tenses from the shock of the sweet, sharp pain.

"I'm only just getting started..."

You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks, you can imagine it stretched across his lips. You find yourself bracing, anticipating the pain, but you welcome it as he strikes you again and again. The sting quickly recedes each time to leave a hot, desperate glow inside you, a sticky wetness gathering between your thighs and soaking your panties through. You squirm, pressing yourself against the desk, trying in vain to relieve the ache.

"What's up baby? This turning you on huh?" His smooth voice comes from above. "You really are a dirty girl aren't you?"

Another slap, then he kicks a foot against one of yours, knocking it roughly aside, spreading your legs open wider. You gasp in surprise, the small bit of leverage you had at keeping your body steady gone as you flatten even more against the desk, clutching at the edges.

"What do you think Professor Bond would think if he could see you now, huh? Bent over for me, taking your punishment like a good little slut. I bet he'd love to see you like this. Maybe you wish he was here right now."

Another punishing blow that makes you cry out this time, tears brimming in your eyes.

"Well... do you?"

"Y-yes..." you manage in a shaky whisper.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes... yes Sir..."

This time when he strikes you, he doesn't pull back. His fingers smooth soothingly over your hot, smarting skin, sliding straight to the cleft between your legs, rubbing over the thin scrap of lace there.

You can't help the loud moan that bursts from you, and you hear him laugh softly. "Fuck... you really are desperate for this aren't you?"

He pushes a fingertip under the edge of your panties, nudging the material aside, sliding it against your slickness before dipping lightly inside you. You writhe against the desk, trying to push yourself on to his fingers. A plea falls from you as you grip the edge of the wood hard with both hands, your knuckles turning white. You need him so badly.

"Please Sir.."

He laughs again, teasingly. "So fucking needy..."

"Please," you repeat, ashamed but unable to stop yourself.

He rewards your desperation by plunging two of his long slender fingers straight inside you without warning, pumping hard and fast enough that you cry out from the blissful sensation. But there's no relief. Just as fast as they entered you he pulls them free, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"What did I tell you about being good?" He taunts, delivering another harsh slap to your skin before his fingers slide between your legs again, this time rubbing your clit firmly until your legs are shaking before he pulls away to strike you again. "Good girls don't act like filthy little sluts. Now are ya gonna be good for me?"

You're not sure how much more you can take, your arousal heightened by the sweet combination of the pleasure and pain, your body screaming for a release. "I'll be good... I'll be good!" You blurt, your voice thick with need and desperation.

"I don't think you know how to be good." He leans fully over you, the warm heavy weight of his body pressing you further against the desk as he coos directly into your ear. "But you'll learn. I'll teach you. Restraint. Discipline. Respect. When I'm finished with you, you will be a good girl. My good girl. You got that?"

You can hardly believe the words that you're hearing. It feels like you've fallen down the rabbit hole into a dark fantasy world and you might wake up at any moment. But you don't want to. Now you've had a taste of what Professor McCann has to offer you just want more. So much more.

His breath's hot in your ear, his weight pinning you down deliciously on the desk. "I said you got that?"

"Yes... yes sir," you utter quickly, hoping your compliance will earn you a reward. But it doesn't. He's finished playing with you for now, pushing off the desk and straightening up, moving to stand alongside you as you try to catch your breath.

You raise your head, still bent over, legs spread, full of need, and you watch him smirk, taking in your hopeless disappointment.

"Oh I think you’d better get up and sort yourself out. There's another class due in here in five minutes. Unless you want them to walk in here and see that pretty little pussy of yours on display.”

You flush at his words and he shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself. Then he delivers a swift, sharp slap to your ass which makes you yelp before he leaves the room, leaving you there unsatisfied and  desperate, aching longingly, and all for him.

[lycorogue]

Latest Story: Never Take This for Granted

Who’s ready for probably the shortest ficlet I’ve written for this fandom?

Well, I woke up this morning with (more-or-less) these exact thoughts in my own head, and something told me that Adrien would probably have them too. Maybe it's because I see myself in him a little bit. Maybe because I think he'd learn the same lessons I did with regards to losing a parent. I lost my dad roughly the same age that Adrien lost Emile. While my mom did not end up neglectful, abusive, manipulative, nor a terrorist, much like Gabriel, my mom did make it well known how hurt she was to have lost her spouse. I felt the pain of her realizing she lost the love of her life too early in life (she wasn't even 40) and after far too few years together. I praise my mom for the strength she has shown through the years and how – unlike Gabriel – her love for my dad made her stronger and helped carry her forward.

I know from experience that loves cannot last forever, and may very well be ripped from you too soon. Which is probably why I had these thoughts (ones I frequently have, if I'm honest) when I awoke, and why I feel Adrien might have them too. So, enjoy my morning thoughts, as told by Adrien.

(If you want that extra ambiance, I had the song "Ceilings" by Lizzy McAlpine stuck in my head while I was writing this)

Summary: Adrien awakes overwhelmed with gratitude to be married to Marinette.

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 420

Status: completed one-shot

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Never Take This for Granted

Adrien awoke before their alarm. The gentle sunlight through their curtains was enough to stir him. The laundry list of things that needed to be done raced through his mind, and he debated taking advantage of the early start to the day.

Then Marinette softly snored beside him.

With a smile, he knew his place was in bed. At least, for a little while longer. He shifted so he could spoon his wife; careful not to move her or wake her. He rested his hand on her hip, and closed his eyes to the world so he could soak her in with his other senses.

They had been together for twenty years, but it still felt like not enough time. He knew that twenty years was both an amazing gift and just a drop in a hat. The duality of it being exceptionally long and tragically short. He needed another twenty years. Forty. Sixty. Eighty! No matter how long they had, it would always be too short.

“Please,” he silently prayed. He wasn't sure to whom, but to any and every Greater Power there might be. He wordlessly screamed his plea to the cosmos. “Please, never let me take this for granted. Have me always be comforted by her body heat against me. Let me always find her quiet breathing soothing. Let my hand always feel at home on her hip. Let her smell always lull me. Let the fact that I wake up with her beside me always amaze me a little bit. Let me feel lucky that I have her in my life; always. Forever. Please, please. Don't ever let me take her for granted. Let me memorize every morning I have beside her.”

He wanted to squeeze her. Hold her closer. Never let her go. Prove to himself that she was there and real and not going anywhere.

But he couldn't chance waking her. He couldn't chance ruining this moment. Clinging tight to her would never improve what he had in that instance.

So, he comforted himself with his legs tucked within the nook of hers, and his hand on her hip. That was enough. That grounded him. That was the proof he needed that she was there and he'd be alright for another day.

The sun flooded the room in a golden glow. Adrien didn't see it though. He kept his eyes closed, focused on the warmth of his wife beside him, and fell back asleep until the alarm rudely interrupted their quiet slice of paradise.

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8, 9, and 4 for peach fic!!

8. what song would make a great fic, either to write or read? hmmmm, in my opinion, i would love to write a fic off of "nobody likes a secret" by lizzy mcalpine <3 it would be so scrumptious i just know it

9. how do you find new fic to read? normally off of my friends recommending them, and then when i find a good author i read all of their fics, and then go to their bookmarks. VERY rarely i'll go on ao3 and search through tags though :))

4. what detail in [the peach fic] are you really proud of? i'm most proud, i think, of the heat i managed to capture in the peach fic. the sweltering summer feeling i actually was able to get in there, but i'm also super super happy with how the windmill scene and the jar of honey scene turned out, because those two are specific memories of mine. they're both moments in my life that changed me in ways i can't articulate, so to be able to share them and ascribe an emotion to them was really lovely.