#also had to add in eli dreaming

[clubsmarties]

The alarms had gone off. It seemed every department had its eyes on this mission gone horribly awry. If this was any other case, Issac would have just been kept up to date as it progressed but this one had become deeply personal and it was the one that hit a little too close to home. Ten million things had ran through his mind but they all came back to one. His brother. In the span of twenty four hours half of which he ran around like his own life depended on it, were spent agonizing over the decision he was forced to choose. Going back and forth on whether to include his sisters in this. The situation couldn't have been more dire than medically induced coma for 72 hours. Being called had plummeted his heart to the floor and getting the information back to back before having seconds to decide whether to let his brother live or die was a complicated notion to wrap his head around. This was a huge responsibility to bear but one he had shouldered on since the moment he became a brother.

Making his way past the red tape and not needing to show off his badge. He walked past as he thought about the extent of his injuries. Minimizing brain activity felt like this could go wrong at any moments time. And patience wasn't necessarily in high supply.

Arriving at the nurse desk, they had been prepped to receive Agent Carmichael's family member. Issac was too focused to notice anyone let alone someone beside him. He had nodded his head as he got asked if he had gotten the latest update. "I have. Last update I got was that he'd been monitored and no change had happened in the last twenty four hours. Next forty eight would be critical. I talked to Nancy and she said that after I signed the papers they'd transfer him to the neuro icu department." Issac finished his last signature and he heard her.

Slowly he turned and slid the paperwork toward the nurse. The girl didn't look familiar. He couldn't recall a time he'd actually met her or knew who she was. But her demanding to know anything about Eli bothered him. Who did she think she was. "They wouldn't be giving updates to a stranger. Especially ones that I don't know." His eyes looked her over and knew she wasn't anybody that needed to know about Eli. "Deserve? That's some big talk for someone who isn't family." Another nurse came out and asked him if he wanted to see his brother before they transferred him over to the neuro unit. Isaac nodded and walked around the demanding girl. "Excuse me," he murmured and smiled at the nurse who was getting ready to show him to his room.

"He just takes time to open up," she said softly, half-answering her question and half-falling back into their memories. Thinking back to the first time they spoke, how quiet he was then. How much she talked and, as she joked, eventually wore him down. "Sense of humor is a big one, he is hilarious. You'll see. I think he is opening up to you guys. Knew Aaron being perfect was too good to be true, he had something. His sock thing qualifies. That laugh is pretty good, but there's been times that he laughs so hard and he's like..almost bending over the table. And even if you weren't laughing as hard, you can't help but join in, and then your stomach hurts. The whole thing."

Laurel looked over at Julia, another small smile on her lips before letting out a sigh. She brought a good idea forward, combining their heads. They did work really well as a team. Easier said than done, but she'd need to do it. She needed to be at 100% capacity for him. A hum followed, realizing she hadn't really mentioned much of Isaac to Julia. After all, he wasn't really her friend. "I'm..yeah, I'll reach him. Eli gave me his number." There was a brief pause, knowing it'd sound ridiculous. "Believe it or not, he's an agent too. Stationed elsewhere though, I haven't really met him yet"

The necklace felt heavy in her hand. It was beautiful, and it was something she had wanted for so long, but now it felt wrong to even be holding. She didn't deserve this, definitely did not deserve to wear it. "I guess I did, it's that necklace I had sent you a picture of, from the mall. I told you I'd buy it eventually, maybe like an early holiday gift to myself. Looks like he beat me to it." She set it back down on the desk, along with his note.

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Fighting sleep was easier said than done. One bath later, and back in his sweater, she felt her eyelids get heavier. When her head hit his pillow, she caught that faint scent of his cologne, and it was not anywhere near the comfort his hugs brought, but it was enough to lull her to sleep after the day she had. Dreams were filled with him, each part of her willing him home, as if he could listen to her. She just had so much to say to him, starting with I love you and ending with please forgive me. Sleep was only good for a few hours, jolting herself awake before the sun rose. Laurel wasted no time, her first call being to the hospital. She'd be there soon enough, but she needed to know how he was doing first thing in the morning. Though, the last thing Laurel expected was for them to keep the call brief saying they couldn't provide those details to her. Next call only had a nurse tell her, there's no update, sorry. It was infuriating. It didn't take her long to change out of her pajamas and his sweater, grabbing her badge and keys. Part of her yearned for that familiar fabric, but that sweater would be safer here at home.

Reaching the familiar hallway from last night, she stopped the first nurse in her path. Once again, asking the same questions, feeling like a broken record with the same song 'Eli.' But, they were refusing her. It felt different. They had kept information brief yesterday, but overnight, this had gone from bits and pieces to nothing. "Can you just tell me if he's okay? And if it's possible to see him? Just for a few minutes, I promise." Another no. Frustrated, she walked away from the nurses' station to text Julia. She had stepped out before they woke up, it was only fair she updated them. While texting in the back of the waiting room, she caught the familiar FBI jacket, but thought nothing of it. Probably another agent injury. It wasn't until she heard Eli's name that her head shot up. What was going on here? Like night and day, she saw the nurses quickly typing away on the computer, another handing a variety of papers and a pen to the man standing there. Were they giving him information? What the actual fuck? Was he a superior? When the man stepped back with a clipboard in hand, she approached the station once more to confront the latest pain in her ass. The nurses. What was this, bat your eyelashes and flash your badge and that's it? It was bullshit, completely unfair. "You'll give him information and not me? We're both agents, you know. I deserve to know what's going on with him."

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Hi! Do you have a favorite ship for each Boyd character?

I am sorry this one took me so long!! Couldn’t be helped - I’m such a multi-shipper in general, and it was so tough narrowing these down! (And I still cheated a bit!😅 But here we go!!)

Steve Murphy: Oh man, it’s gotta be Javi. They’re coworkers with baggage!! There’s so many trust issues and the occasional bad blood but it’s clear this is also the most intimate relationship in both of their lives. These are lonely, obsessed workaholics who can only really take solace in each other. Plus, Holbrook staring longingly at Pedro Pascal will never get old. But I gotta give an honorable mention to Steve/Pacho Herrera. I mean - sexy, openly gay narco kidnaps DEA agent, proceeds to greet him soaking wet and shirtless, fresh off a swim. He made him a cocktail! Steve said they were good!!! How long did you stay there after, Steve?? Be honest with us!!

Donald Pierce: I am a HUGE multi-shipper for Pierce. I don’t think I’ve seen a Pierce ship that I don’t like! I like them all! But my all-time favorite has gotta be Gabby/Pierce. There really is an entire story with those two we only get little glimpses of – she calls him her boyfriend (although it’s unclear how honest she’s being in that scene), but more than that, they were *friends*! They were both comic book nerds! She managed to steal 20k in cash from him! They were probably so close at one point, and it implies *so much* about what Pierce is probably like in his private life, with people he trusts, because I cannot see Gabriela Lopez being good friends with somebody who exclusively acts like an overly masc mercenary asshole. Never gonna get over how the original script calls for Pierce to leeringly describe Gabby’s “long legs” and “long hair” to Logan, but Holbrook notably nixes that bit. There’s respect there! There’s love! There’s betrayal! It’s so good!!

Cap Hatfield: Aww so a friend of mine turned me onto Nancy/Cap! It really is interesting how this loyal little murder bunny decides to straight up tackle his beloved uncle for whipping her, and I do adore the idea of them getting together in some capacity later. I bet stone butch, maybe virginal, Cap would have a hell of an interesting time following the commands of a woman who absolutely knows what she wants.

Clement Mansell: Oh, Raylan/Clement for sure. Clement has a massive daddy kink and a need to prove himself to male authority figures in his life! Sweety/Clement has some similar potential, as Clement does really respect Sweety and wants to impress him, but ultimately Sweety is just not capable of handling Clement in the way he needs. Clement’s a brat that secretly yearns for someone to be able to just put him on his back and show him his place, and that’s Raylan!

The Corinthian: Oof, this one is so hard. I wanna ship this pansexual icon with all the characters!! Dream(both Morph and Danny)/Corinthian, Gault/Corinthian and Hob/Corinthian all really intrigue me for different reasons, but for some reason I keep gravitating back to Calliope/Corinthian and Rose/Corinthian, cuz I think Corinthian deserves a better god to worship than Dream!! I honestly can’t decide which one I ship more between those, *but* I’ll probably go with Rose/Corinthian just because of the sexy threesome potential if you add in Carl or the Good Doctor. (Rose and GD both topping Corinthian together?? GD sexily teaching baby dom Rose a thing or two??)

Eli Klaber: Oh Klaber/Voller for sure. Klaber is absolutely unhealthily obsessed with his boss, and there’s so much good fucked up potential there, especially how Holbrook describes Klaber as almost being suckered in by Voller offering him unconditional love for the first time in his life.

Ty Shaw: I’m in two camps here. For the sweet stuff, Sancholo/Ty is the way to go. They’re grieving together! They both played up how much they *totes hate each other*, but Sancholo was in on the whole bit with Ty the entire time! Sancholo probably had a puppy crush on Abby’s older brother when they were younger. It’s cute! Now, that’s all well and good, but god, in the fucked-up and dark column, Abby/Ty??? LOOK, the Shaw’s are welcoming and kind, but that family was also dysfunctional as hell. The mom didn’t really seem like she was parenting much - Ty and Abby seemed like they were almost the “mom and dad” of the household, and I love them developing this intense and unhealthy attachment/codependency.

Quinn McKenna: Nebraska!! No question. All those *looks* Nebraska was shooting his way?? Adoring and soft but hungry at the same time?? Nebraska thought he was cute and precious, and I love that Quinn pretty quickly starts getting attached to him, too. That conversation they had by the pool…! But you know, Predator/Quinn is spicy too 😌

[hibiscussoupbowl]

Yk what ive already made all my statements abt the teen wolf movie on instagram but imma say it here

As much as i love and breath teen wolf, its not the perfect show which is fine bc recognizing that is what makes its good. The thing is the movie? Godawful. The one thing i can appreciate is that the movie had an opening and the graohic design was cool

My problems with it?

-the plotline being abt allison. I think alisson (is it allison or alisson?) Is a fine character especially in s3, however, you killed her off. That whole s3 ending was abt her dying and isaac leaves BECAUSE of allison dying. Now ur gonna reopen that plotline that was TIED OFF? Ur not even gonna get stiles or isaac back into play even tho theyre arguably the most important for that season. And ur not gonna tell us how s6 ended??? Even with a flashforward of 2 years??

-the fbombs. Im sorry, what? U make a show that doesnt use f bombs at all and u make it creepy and horror but when u make the movie thats r rated meaning u can go even harder... u use it on fbombs? Might i add in the worst way possible. "Darkness motherfucker" wow. It just sounds so cringey. Either use it once meaningfully or dont drop one at all. U managed to make s3 be creepy without it do it again

-why the absolute fuck was liam in japan. By the hour and a half mark that question wasnt explained and it never was. Him and this girl hikari (whos gr8 actually) are just in japan and i guess own a bar??? I dont even know what they are to eachother let alone how they ended up there. I only knew that they love eachother bc they say that in jpn but like still??? Is it a sibling ily or a were dating and ily?

-the actors. Im sorry but if ur gonna get all these actors like masons and parrish and malia and whoever but u give them like what one line? Mason had legit like 2 lines in that movie. And u dont even know how he beacme a police officer! He just is! And they dont even say anything abt corey??? U could easily get his actor i know he aint doin anything rn. Liam and hikari? Also have like 3 lines in the movie

-personal thing lol but not everyone looks good with a beard and a shaved head

-lydia and stiles. Just bc u coudnt get dylan obrien cuz hes like the most succesful does NOT mean u just break up the couple that u built for six. seasons. You couldve said literally anything you couldve said stiles was dealing with some fbi shit or another supernatural disaster. Lydia having the dream? Tragic but stiles wouldnt have cared bc he loves her and wouldve just wanted to be with her forever.

-how can u not tell us who elis mother is. We ALLLL wanna know who derek banged im sorry but he slept with the enemy like three times and with his history and family history everyone just wants to know who it was.

-dereks death. WHAT THE FUCK this man survived a *pipe* going thru his back for like 10 minutes and survived, got brutally slashed and survived and ur telling me he died by magical fire. Sure teen wolf sure.

-if ur gonna introduce a character like alec in the season finale, bring him into play somehow recast him idc but do smt. Even nolan! Someone !

-what was with the whole nogitsune temple thing?? It was so... not scary at all and it looked bad. Like idk it was just so kiddy. Like oh noooo we re trapped bc we re tied to a pole with rope -_-

-sorry but again why continue a plotline that has been tied off? And not continue with the one that was open ended when u cant even get the significant actors for the s3 plotline? Bring daniel sharman into play, medicis over he has the freetime.

-malia and scott breaking up is also stupid bc again they were "endgame" and they had no reason to break up other than the fact that allison was alive again and for plot reasons.

-harrison coming back was so stupid i was so glad they killed him off even tho i guess they never found his body. I was hoping

-are argent and melissa not dating anymore? Its been like 3 months since ive seen the movie so i dont rememeber that but if they arent, why are the writers/producers, whoever, so desperate to break up everything great they had goin at the end of the show.

The interesting parts of the movie were

-the intro

-elis backstory with his dad, except why would u hate derek its literally tyler hoechlin

-and scott having an animal clinic bc i think thats funny

[feastonkings]

adam brody / he/him  ———  no way is that ELIAS ACKERMAN.. they’re a 39-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being PESSIMISTIC  & UNEASY but there are some people who have seen them being MATURE  &  PATIENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of falling asleep fully clothed from exhaustion, grasping the day in white knuckles, a drum set collecting cobwebs, never spending money on himself, and vintage t-shirts, but that could just be because they’re considered the TRAGIC DROPOUT around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: elias moon ackerman nicknames: eli classification: human gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him age / birthday: 39, december 15th orientations: heterosexual, aromantic occupation: owner of in shambles & soldier for skyport mafia location: lower district status: on and off again with arizona navarro family: devan ackerman (sibling), yiska ackerman (sibling), esme ackerman (daughter) strengths: mature, patient, calm, responsible, protective weaknesses: pessimistic, uneasy, forgetful, flaky, exhausted character inspo: tbd

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: death, teen pregnancy

born the oldest of three, to parents who thought they wanted kids but in the end they would’ve been better off with a couple pets. still, they tried and once yiska and devan came along, elias did his best to help out when he could.

almost immediately he was obsessed with music, fell in love with rock-n-roll first then expanded from there. he got his first drum set when he was nine from a yard sale and began teaching himself how to use it.

instruments began piling up after that, while drums were his first love, he began teaching himself the guitar, keyboard, and anything else he could get his hands on.

it kept him out of trouble when he had something to focus on but, on the other hand, he hated being at home and found himself trying to avoid the place when he could

that ended up getting him mixed up with the wrong people at times and the best ones at other times. he had a mixed group of friends but they ended up being a salvation, even if trouble ensued

it also led him to meeting arizona, who he fell for right from the start. and continued to be a staple in his life, regardless if they were together or not.

well into the age of sixteen their parents disappeared, later they would find out they died but they never got much in ways of a funeral for them by the time they found out. this was also probably why it was easier to dodge social services

instead of getting put into the system, elias decided to drop out of school and get a job to take care of his younger siblings. unfortunately minimum wage jobs don't pay the bills and feed three people, so he ended up working for the skyport mafia

when he turned eighteen he petitioned the courts for guardianship of his siblings and won. then to add to an already full load, arizona came to him with the news that she was pregnant.

esme being born was one of the happiest days of his life and while he wasn't always the best when it came to commitment or knowing what he was doing, he always tried to be the best dad he could be and make sure she didn't need for anything

while his dreams of having a band and being a rock star were squashed long before he became an adult, he was able to take over the ownership of in shambles and still keep music a constant in his life.

he is still a soldier in the mafia, it wasn't like he could get out if he wanted to, but he tries his best to do the bare minimum and fade to the background. he can't avoid the bar being used for laundering but he's managed to keep out of the eyes of the law

HEADCANONS.

when elias needs to blow off some steam, he can usually be found in his garage drumming or on stage before opening at in shambles.

he is constantly exhausted and has gotten in the habit of falling asleep in random places, either napping or not making it all the way up to his bed, sometimes mid-conversation

more to come....

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Familiar Faces - Accepting and researching past lives, Part 2

Summary: Elijah Gilbert has been haunted by dreams of other lives as long as he remembers, but now with the appearance of the Salvatore brother he may finally get some answers.

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Zach watches as the girl flees, suddenly aware that his death was literally inches away, that Elijah was upstairs alone, that’s when he remembers Stefan’s “Never mention him around Damon.” and does just that.

Couldn’t make it worse.

Why not have his last words be the mystery that had haunted him for the last twenty-ish years.

“Elijah Salvatore!” he managed to shout as he lost his hold on the door and was thrown against the opposite wall.

To his eternal surprise Damon froze looking at him from the open door for a moment.

“What did you say?” Damon hissed, as he dragged him by his shirt up stopping inches from his face instead of killing him.

“Elijah Salvatore.” he repeated, “He remember his past lives but why was he born into the Gilbert family?”

“Past lives?” Damon hissed, never more than a predator than this moment, Zach thought, “how many have you found?”

“The-three after your brother, all born into the Salvatore family.” he managed to tame his stutter, dragging this out was actually making it worse, “the last died just over seventeen years ago.”

“Then a pair of twins were born, one bearing his name.” Damon finished, “why do you think he remembers?”

“EJ’s nightmares,” He explained “i heard from the Gilberts that Elijah had them and when he was ten, he repeated part of EJ last letter to me.” he doesn’t add that the boy had also slipped up and used Z something only E.J had ever used to call him.

“Whose EJ, Zach?” Damon asked as he stepped a back, allowing Zach to stand if he wanted to get any closer to a starving beast, Zach stayed on the floor

“My cousi-” Zach started before being interrupted.  

“BROTHER.” Another voice joined them; they both turned to look to see Elijah standing at the end of the hall, at the bottom of the steps. “Half brother, Zach, why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Elijah run!” he shouted, throwing himself at Damon, who knocked him aside.

“Whoa,” Damon said hand up stepping away from Zach as if he was the dangerous one, “Calm down, I'm not going to hurt Eli,” he said it as if the idea was ridiculous, as if his Elijah hadn’t been buried in an unmarked grave to be dug up by his bastard brother a decade later. “How much do you remember Elijah?” Damon asked, turning his complete attention to the teenager.

“Bits and pieces of anything, nothing complete.” Elijah replied oddly calm in the situation, Zach felt himself panic as Elijah walked towards them “the further back the harder to recall they normally are but you and Stefan made that life solid.”

Even stranger was Damon stepping back into the cell as Elijah got close enough to offer Zach a hand.

“What did I interrupt?” Elijah asked as he looked between them, Zach took the hand and attempted to step between them but Elijah stepped back keeping himself between them, Zach had a horrible feeling that Elijah was attempting to protect him, “and why are you grey Dam?”

“Why don’t you let Zach stay between us Eli, just until we get upstairs and I can get a drink.” Damon said and Zach couldn’t stop himself as he stared in shock.

“Right,” Elijah agreed, and Zach never thought he’d be pleased at the fact he was standing this close to Damon in narrow hallway but with Elijah who was also EJ, who's blood wasn’t laced with Vervain, next to him, he’d hug the vampire if he slowed him down. The next words however drew him short “you keep human blood upstairs?”

“Stefan has to have some bunny somewhere-” Damon started but Zach cut him off.

“You're not surprised by any of this?” Zach could help himself as he asked, apparently getting Damon’s agreement as watched the vampire’s brow furrow as he looked at the teenager.

“I think I was one in my first life, maybe that's why i was cursed.” Elijah wondered, “Things start making more sense when I give up trying to deny them.” he added in explanation with a shrug.

Zach swallowed as his long buried guilt suddenly reappeared, EJ hadn’t been delusional, his dad had locked up a child and Zach had left him there to be drugged until he had taken his own life.

“E.J. i’m so-”

“No Zach, it was too much as a kid.” Elijah shook his head as he looked at him “the life I had before EJ wasn’t good in any way, those memories, at that age. I was going to hurt or do worse to someone or myself.”

“But later-”

“I’m sorry, I needed distance, I'm not sure anything could have saved me in that life.” 

Elijah stared up at him with wide eyes, as he told him, Zach thought back to his baby cousin the tiny hand reaching for him and holding on always too tight, E.J had always been doomed.

If it hurt him to think that, what was it like for Elijah, what was it like to know you had no chance and to still remembered living that hopelessness.

And to remember what had caused it?

What on earth happened to him in the years of his life before EJ was born that had left that sort of mental mark.

There was barely twenty years between the death of Elijah. S. and E.J's birth.

“Eli,” Damon started slowly looking between them “Once I'm fed you're going to tell me all your lives and if anyone of those that hurt you are still alive I'm going to kill them.” he finished with a promise.

It was the first time Zach felt anything close to similar to Damon.

“I don’t need you to kill them," Elijah shook his head, apparently  unphased by the offer of murder, Zach had a feeling it wasn't because he didn't believe Damon would do it. "I want you to help me figure out how I can stop this?”

“Stop what?” he asked before could stop himself.

“Remembering" the teenager shrugged, looking very much like a typical teenager if not for the urgency in his eyes, Elijah was very good at control his expressions but you could always tell what he was feeling but his eyes, it was the same, E.J at six or Elijah at seventeen, "or being reborn; every life adds more memories, and it’s making it worse.”

“I could turn you?” Damon offered,

“No” Zach snapped,

“How fond of Zach are you?” Damon asked Elijah with a smile before returning his gaze to glare at Zach.

“As I am of Aunt Jenna, Jeremy and Caroline?” Elijah explained not even blinking at the open threat, Zach looked at the boy in shock, yes he had been all EJ had but he was well aware of how bad he had been, no visits but letter and rare phone calls, to be placed next to his current family and friends who hadn't failed him felt undeserved. “I’d been very angry if you killed him.”

“How angry?” Damon asked again as the finally made it out of the cellar that he had been sure he would have died in, as Damon glared at Zach.

Zach glared back.

“Stefan becoming my favourite older brother angry.” Elijah finished shortly, “I'm already mad at what you did to Caroline.” he added before continuing with, “Besides that doesn’t matter, I can't be turned.”

“What?” Damon asked and he snapped his head back to look back at him, Elijah's glaze looked slightly vacant, something he did remember the few time he had asked his cousin to describe his dreams, as he explained

“I’ve died three times where a vampire was pushed a bloodied wrist to my mouth and yet those lives ended and I started anew.” he swallowed as he blinked the memories away.

"Maybe they gave you the blood too late." Damon offered, telling Zach that Elijah was right in how he could have been turned.

"The first that may have been the case but both those after- I have a feeling they were older and quick enough that I should have turned." Elijah paled suddenly, "Thankfully I didn't after the last one." he muttered to himself.

'I think I was one in my first life,' Elijah had said, he meant he was a vampire in his first life, one that had to have come before Damon and Stefan's younger brother.

Zach may have the least amount of knowledge about vampires then, but he did have a good enough about his family history.

He also knows having a staving vampire with control issues around a person not on Vervain wasn't a great idea even with Damon's claim that he would hurt Elijah.

He still noticed the way Damon eyes darted to Elijah’s neck as they moved further into the natural light.

“Damon, go and get some of Stefan’s supply. You already know where it is, don't you?” he told him, Damon blinked at him.

“Who are you to start telling me what to do Zach?” Damon asked incredulously

“Someone who has already found four of Elijah’s lives,” he replied, using something he knew he had over Damon from his first question, “you can join us in the library when you're not tempted to kill either of us?”

“You, always Zach.” Damon smirked.

“Dam, go please” Elijah asked, and Zach watched in amazement as Damon did as he was asked with only a soft smile send toward Elijah. 

“Thanks Z.” EJ told him the old nickname was so natural that for a moment Zach wondered if he had really died down there. then he kept speaking and reminded Zach why his live wasn't simple “I really didn’t want to redo having my throat torn out with my other brother.”

‘What?’ He thought in mild panic as he watched him walk away.

Other that meant Stefan had been the one not Damon. Suddenly Stefan demand to not speak of him made sense, it was the same reason Zach had tried not to think of his cousin, guilt.

—--

Elijah had returned to the library, his apparently once father’s journal sat where he had left it, with his phone next to it telling him in a text that Jenna’s slime had asked for dinner tonight at their house.

He wondered if he could get away with staying here, tonight part of him wondering if his old room was free before he had to question which room he was thinking about.

It was strange how much calmer it was thinking about them now he had accepted it, there wasn’t even a need to find a high to escape it that he had for the last two lives.

Sure it wasn’t all great, Elena was dating a vampire, he was going to need to explain all of this to her and Bonnie and Caroline, who had been attacked and used by one.

By his brother, his brothers were now dangers to his family.

It had been so easy to tell Damon to leave Zach alone but as he stood alone in the library he was suddenly aware how while he had his powers, the rest of the people he loved didn’t have the same protection, Bonnie might have after training but Caroline and Vicki had been already been attacked.

Vicki had almost been killed, could have been, Tanner and others had been.

Bonnie and Elena had been upset at Tanner's death, Elijah hadn't felt the same, was that because of his lives or was he just a bad person?

Before he let himself think about that too much Zach joined him in the library with two boxes.

Damon followed as he and Zack started taking papers out the boxes, he looked better, less grey but glaring at the glass of blood he brought with him like it had personally offended him.

“You know you could drink from my wrist” Elijah offered after he watched Damon make a face at the blood in front of him

“NO!” twin voices rose to meet him.

“I could bleed into a glass.” he tried again.

“NO.” It was repeated.

He winced as his words repeated, he turned to Zach.

“Sorry that was insensitive.” he said, Zach didn’t say anything

“Why was it insensitive?” Damon asked, glass empty save for the stain.

“That was how I killed myself last time.” he said, watching as the both flinched at his words.

“And the time before that?”

“Tortured to death by a vampire with a grudge.” 

“What?” both of them asked, Damon with rage, Zach with bewilderment.

“He knew me, from before all this, i think.” he explained, “and no Damon you can’t kill his he’s far older than you, stronger.” he told him before Damon could ask who his mouth was forming word he knew he should have kept to himself. “Besides I won.”

“How do you win at being tortured to death?” Zach asked weakly as Damon fumed at his vengeance denied.

Both were looking at him so he forced himself to explain.

“I never broke, and he lost me in the end, he had the perfect tool in several ways but aloud his temper to break and lost it-me.” he told them with a smile.

They both stared at him in different states of horror.

“Right. So what have you got Zach?” he asked as he pulled his collection of notebooks free, “We can match them with what I've gotten.”

[irrelevaantidiot]

I've legit given up on any hope that I'm gonna get a good night's rest it's literally 4 am so im gonna ramble about anything and everything

Also tree is staring at the huge ass ramble

First of why he look like that anyways actual ramble time

I was on discord earlier and I was scrolling through my dms list in hopes I could find my friends dms, appearantly I didn fucking close an ex friends dm where she was guilting me like 6 months ago, also she still had a pfp of the character that I INTRODUCED her to like bro stay out of my fandom now grrr

Another ramble, I've been stuck on the same doodle for like. the last 2 nights? idek what it is I gues shrrrresjsjsjajjjwj

Also pinterest doesnt save my images sometimes like holy shit u guys do not realize how long it took for me to get this shit to download

Bro is skedaddling

Anyways I also realized that i have a whole list of ocs I've projected on and idk how to feel

Akakakaksoeoeoekeoewwsseeeesjsjeeeesw my insane dreams are returning guys help

Also um. i think im becoming obsessed with mlp hsjekkee help!!!

Anyways I've been considering working on an astrobiology painting because brainrot is real i am normal about that shit even tho that's literally cringe eli you're shipping a tree and a blackhole that's physically imposible!! dont care!! anyways im blackhole

I've been meaning to work on my DPA gijinkas but I no no wanna rn man

Also umm dr fizz hyperfixation please send pics of him if u want I need to add it to a collection

Oh have I mentioned my astrobiology shrine yea I printed out some screenshots for it and it disappeared and I'm mad??

Liam plush has been doing well

Winner and blackhole are the realest characters ever /hj

I made an object sona and hes a bitch and I also want his gender

Need I say more I think I'm becoming a silvercandle fan like dude this whole scene was the most goofy shit ever

Also tag urself I'm tree and I'm only bringing up this image because it reminds me of the time when I was 4 and I got my finger stuck in a soap bottle

Also HAJSJJnnnsnwweee!

I'm excited for the omori manga dude!!!! Genuinely I love omori sm im so glad it exists

I realized I'm on tumblr and I can follow the tags for anything and everything I want and I'm happy

Anyways baller

This is literally me and my friend

Sometimes i remember the very dark era like 3 months ago where I was a huge fucking simp for my own oc

Sometimes I wanna write dialogue between my two characters that just. try to kill eachother

Radio session over thank you for coming to my tedtalk this is literally my face rn it is 4:50 am

[spicedfink]

Thoughts on Fionna an Cake S1 in general? Curious as to what you think of the new characters (such as scarab or the lemon carbs) + old characters' evolved characterizations (Prismo, Simon, Finn, Fionna. ect) （ if it's not too much of a hassle ofc. ）

Absolutely no hassle

I really enjoyed it, the themes were good and some of the lines are just living rent free in my head I do wish it had more time to explore characters or the other worlds but it's understandable why they didn't

(New Characters) Scarab: he's a completely stick in the mud loser, I love him. his whole motivation being he's mad at Prismo for having his dream job but also is so clearly jealous that people like Prismo is great Hunter: he's trying so hard to sound cool and mystical then is just the silliest man you've ever seen - what little screen time he had is 10/10 Lemon Carbs: I'm not sure about them being involved with food career wise, maybe I'm just put off because of Lemongrab's plot. It does bring up the question if Lemongrab 3 has an equivalent as well (or is this saying Simon still thinks of Lemongrab as two people?) Vampworld PB and Marceline: Both extremely cool. Fictional women who can and will kill make me happy. Plus the amount of tragedy each of them have is super compelling Winter King: Good design and made for a good episode but not really my cup of tea Candy Queen: I don't exactly get why she would kidnap Winter King since he doesn't seem to care about Betty (thus losing the princess motivation on his part) and Candy Queen doesn't have that kind of hang up as far as we know - but also she's silly so I don't care too much about the internal logic there

(Old characters) Prismo: Something is just so powerful about happy characters becoming depressed, and it's written so well. The way he talks and acts are still clearly Pirsmo, they didn't overhaul his personality because he's depressed but wrote his personality into his depression Fionna: It was a really good decision to make her defiant. In the AT fanfic episodes Fionna would often be treated as a plot device and have her personality taken away from her so to have her whole deal be her doing what she wants is really good Cake: I think she changed the most personality wise but I like it. Her refusing to read the room is just fun and I think works better for what they gave us then Cake's original more protective personality would have Simon: This seems natural and I like how they wrote him and the themes in his story but Fionna and Cake's add on to his and Betty's back story made it feel weird/uncomfortable. It made it more bitter then sweet for me I guess? Finn: I was a little thrown off by how he tried to help Simon because it felt more like how Jake would help someone then how Finn would (maybe that was the point though?) Farmwold Finn: I adore how serious he is. The juxtaposing of Fionna wanting magic and adventure to this Finn is really good Honestly loved the human versions for everyone else who reappeared in Fionna's world, Gary being a soft dork, Marshal- not helping his friend because he would have to talk to his mom but will call his mom to help a stranger because they're cute -Lee, and Elis P. is genuinely funny

[chappell-roans]

the taste 😘 here r mine. bolded is my number 1 rn and i added some notes (if ur gonna cheat I am too lol)

ts: so many bops for a debut

should've said no

our song (side note she looked so fucking good in this music video idk what hold those fake curls and DCOM prom dresses had on her because she was born to be a cunty straight haired victoria secret girl)

honourable mentions

picture to burn (I hate that 👏 stupid 👏old 👏pickup👏 truck 👏you never let me drive 💃)

teardrops on my guitar (its a classic we must pay respect)

the outside

fearless: again, such a bopathon

forever and always piano version (superior version im afraid)

the way I loved you

honourable mentions

tell me why (such a good song to describe toxic partners and how insidious and common emotional abuse is)

you're not sorry

speak now: a third bop has hit billboard sir

if this was a movie (great chorus although i just realized the lyric is not 'come back to me Eli' lol) (usually one of the below would take this place but im feeling it rn)

never grow up (crying 😭 and its most constantly my fave top pick and won't fall out of the running ever)

honourable mentions

dear john

better than revenge (its problematic and its the cuntiest song shes ever written, the duality of man)

haunted

long live (its so cute i love it)

red: excuse me? I need to report a boppery

all too well (is anyone surprised?)

the lucky one (all hail joni mitchell)

honourable mentions

the last time

come back… be here

girl at home

1989: jesus christ… that's Jason Bourne a bop

wildest dreams (she owes lana for this)

style

honourable mentions

blank space

I wish you would

reputation: don't have a pun L moment :(

Don't blame me

I did something bad

honourable mentions

Getaway Car

Dress

Lover: somehow palpatine the bops returned (thank god)

Cruel Summer (she's an icon she's a legend and she is the moment)

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince (has currently dethroned cruel summer)

honourable mentions

Death by a Thousand Cuts

Cornelia Street :(

folklore: the bop n roll hall of fame

illicit affairs

my tears ricochet

honourable mention

seven

hoax

evermore: certified triple bop (most difficult to choose)

no body no crime (so good like omg netflix limited series when??)

champagne problems

honourable mentions

willow

gold rush

tis the damn season

midnights: no bops head empty (lmao not really I just don't really listen to it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

would've could've should've

the great war

honourable mention

you're on your own kid

midnight rain ( all you had to do was stay's sexier older sister)

ttpd: the tortured bop department: pitchfork (5.5/10)

the albatross

the bolter

honourable mentions

I can fix him, no really I can (in an alternate universe theres a lana version of this song that would eat us all up)

Florida! (florence is an angel on earth)

and scene

uhsdnjczdsf cannot tell you how much i enjoyed reading this you got some good laughs out of me, and you have good taste to boot! like i have nothing to add but pitchfork took me out also like. amazing. made my morning thank you anon

[jules-has-notes]

collaboration spotlight — Disney Playlist Sessions — Newsies

Continuing the celebration of Disney On Broadway's 20th anniversary, VoicePlay's talented arrangers put together a handful of songs for the North American touring cast of Newsies. These reimagined tunes span and mix genres in the guys' expect-the-unexpected fashion, and the talented cast members perform them beautifully.

These videos were filmed at The Smith Center for the Performing Arts in Las Vegas during the week when the tour was performing there.

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This song was a huge hit in 2015, and its exhuberent melody is a fantastic match for a group of young musical theater professionals. This is the most straightforward arrangement of the batch, but that doesn't make it any less fun.

Details:

title: Shut Up and Dance

performers: Dan DeLuca & the touring cast of Newsies

original performers: Walk the Moon

written by: Ben Berger, Eli Maiman, Ryan McMahon, Nicholas Petricca, Kevin Ray, & Sean Waugaman

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

release date: 26 March 2015

My favorite bits:

the rhythm being provided entirely by spoon playing, tap dancing, and a guy with a wooden box

those simple, solid backing harmonies

a quintuple pirouette in tap shoes, very impressive

Dan's flip up into falsetto during his quiet solo after the dance break

Trivia:

VoicePlay also arranged a portion of this song for themselves as part of their "Aca Top 10 – Summer Hits 2015" countdown.

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Turning a classic wistful Disney ballad into a romantic duet could be a fairly simple task, so the VoicePlay boys decided to include a little twist. With the addition of a slightly faster, more jazzy rhythm, these actors made it endearingly flirty.

Details:

title: A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

performers: Dan DeLuca & Stephanie Styles

original performer: Ilene Woods as Cinderella in Disney's Cinderella (1950)

written by: Mack David, Al Hoffman & Jerry Livingston

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

release date: 2 April 2015

My favorite bits:

the swingy beat and surfer movie instrumentation

the little harmonizing moments as they pass the melody back and forth

Stephanie's incredible vibrato

Trivia:

VoicePlay had previously recorded a portion of this song as the opening segment of the Pumpkins, Poppins, and Sorcerers medley on their 2012 album of Disney music, "Once Upon an Ever After".

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Within the show, this song is a rousing anthem for the newsies. This version adds a more feminine touch and a groovy beat that stands on its own.

Details:

title: Seize the Day

performers: Angela Grovey & the touring cast of Newsies

original performers: the cast of Newsies (2012)

written by: Alan Menken & Jack Feldman

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

release date: 9 April 2015

My favorite bits:

Angela building from soft and breathy to a big, bold belt

love a good bell chord, especially on a lyric like ♫ "one" ♫

the boys' synchronized scoops after the key change

and a bit of funky bass to round things out

Trivia:

VoicePlay included a brief excerpt of this song in their "aca-Disney" medley that they recorded as part of the kickoff to Disney On Broadway's 20th anniversary celebration.

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The best mashups have a unifying theme, and this one definitely follows that rule, interweaving two hopeful, defiant songs by downtrodden residents of the Big Apple.

Details:

title: King of New York mashup

performers: Jacob Kemp & the touring cast of Newsies

original songs / performers: "King of New York" by the Broadway cast of Newsies (2012); "Why Should I Worry" by Billy Joel as Dodger in Oliver & Company (1988)

written by: "King of New York" by Alan Menken & Jack Feldman; "Why Should I Worry" by Dan Hartman & Charlie Midnight

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

release date: 16 April 2015

My favorite bits:

Jacob staying in that distinctive theatrical accent while singing

DeMarius's gritty high notes

those crunchy harmonies on ♫ "Why should I worry?" ♫

Trivia:

Like regular VoicePlay collaborator Deejay Young, DeMarius Copes went on to be a longtime member of the touring cast for Hamilton, with the Philip tour ensemble.

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Extra:

As a bonus video for this series, castmember Zachary Sayle, who played Crutchie on the tour, recorded a performance of a song newly added to the show, "Letter from the Refuge".

[rplayford02]

Film Project: 1st Draft Feedback

A couple days ago Robbie sent over the first draft of the script so we met up last night and I gave him some feedback. We're currently at 8 pages so we'll need to try and get it down.

Pages 1-2

The first scene is brilliant, I love it. We've talked about the opening a lot so I think we both have a pretty clear idea on how it should look and yeah, I think the script's establishing the tone really well. I think we might need to check how to format the montage and maybe add in a few more details of what we're hearing e.g the narrator on the tv, (what is he saying?) and also me and Robbie discussed adding in a more significant mention of the secondary character Daisy at this point. I'm very aware this is probably going to take up more space on the page than it currently does so we'll see how much we can keep. (But I really want to keep it all!)

In terms of the conversation I suggested that Eli say less. We agreed that he's slightly too witty and sarcastic at the minute. Also that more emphasis should be placed on the fact that the 'Young Woman' is more preoccupied by her friends and her words to Eli are actually quite empty.

We've cut the 'Man' entirely. (For the space and also we agreed that it wasn't really communicating what Robbie was wanting to communicate.)

Pages 3-4

In terms of the conversation in the bathroom we went over character motivations. (Eli: jealous of Daisy, her friends, her ability to talk to other people; Daisy: pities Eli, wants to try and make friends - also we’re hoping to turn down the manic pixie dream girl vibes.)

We were also talking about whether it’s weird that he’s peeing while they’re talking so we might have him come out to wash his hands earlier. And then she’ll roll him a cigarette as an offer of friendship and then it’s at this point that he sees the symbol on the wall behind/next to her. Blocking this is going to be tricky but I think the more subtle and simple the better.

Pages 5-6

I love the narration!! But I think this scene probably last too long :/ We might repurpose some of this narration elsewhere in the script though e.g on the tv at the start, during the trance section.

The dialogue about the tattoo - Robbie had this idea to shoot from above, just a close up of the hand grabbing his wrist, completely detaching it from a person so that when we cut to the next shot there’s no one there and it’s as if he has imagined it, or it’s a projection of his inner thoughts or something. I haven’t explained that very well but anyway, it’s a cool idea and I can already visualise it working!

We’re also expanding the trance sequence and adding in detail but I need to think about how we want to visualise this.

Pages 7-8

We’re cutting this whole dialogue and trying to get across the same information in a more visual way.

I love the end speech but I was asking Robbie if maybe we can have a shot or a short scene at the end where we see Eli as he exists in reality. Maybe from Daisy’s perspective? I just feel like we a need a moment where we see that it is all fake, it is all in his head and actually he hasn’t got anything he wanted. In fact he’s just sunk further.

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All of the criticism aside I actually really liked the script and I’m really excited about this project! I just hope we manage to get the crew to actually make it!

[oathofkaslana]

i know a lot of people hold a dislike for the flame chasers (esp ely) for changing a lot of the lore and shit but like im a pretty new honkai player so i dont really care much for that since i see how what the flame chasers and elysia add to the narratives even though the inconsistencies are a bit annoying. i DO think that mei could've been even more insane if her arc didn't seem to share a spotlight w elysia if that makes sense. like theres a difference between the two being intertwined and like dont get me wrong, their arcs are definitely intertwined purposefully!!! but i also can't help but wishing that we focused more on. yk.. Mei and her relationships w people prior to WS. like if we even had like an EX chapter w mei being unable to sleep bc she's just haunted by dreams of the people in her life continuously leaving her (notably her mother, father, and then kiana)......

i wish early retro dove more into kiana and bronya and i wish hi3 dove more into mei in general.

[hauntedhiraeth]

klitz x male reader nsfw if you do that 🙇🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️

for the plot-

They’re at a party and reader gets just a little too tipsy to drive (but not like super drunk) so klitz drives the reader home, and the reader just lets go and invites him in *wink*

also also this man would get “drunk” off of fucking somebody and i live for that so like add that if you’d like just him just fucking into reader panting, groaning, whining- the bunch! He cant get enough.

Sorry for a long and confusing request lol <3!

Klitz x male reader!

Woo first request is finished!

Warnings/contents: Dom bottom reader, over stimulation, praising, gay people??

Klitz hated parties. But there he was, at a party.

The only reason he let himself get dragged into a house filled with his drunk classmates was because he would be there.

Klitz had been in love with [Y/N] since Freshman year. He didn't talk to him until Junior year, and now, finally, after years of pining, they were friends. But Klitz wanted more. He wanted to kiss [Y/N]. He wanted to hold his hand in the hall and watch shitty movies together. 

A hand on his shoulder snapped Klitz out of his thoughts. He looked around, eyes finally landing on the very man occupying his thoughts only moments before. 

"Hiya, Klitzy!" [Y/N] chirped a slightly lopsided grin on his face. "Are you gonna dance with me, or are you just gonna stand there?" 

"Dance?" Klitz asked quietly, tilting his head to the side in apparent confusion.

"Yup! Me, you, Eli's shitty playlist." [Y/N] purred, grabbing Klitz's hand and dragging him to the dance floor. Klitz caught sight of Eli nodding at him, an obnoxious grin on his face. 

Before he could react to Eli, [Y/N] threw his hands around Klitz's neck and pulled their bodies together. Klitz nervously put his hands on [Y/N]'s hips, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. The two swayed together to the music, talking and laughing until Klitz swore he was one song away from permanent hearing loss. 

"Hey," Klitz whispered to [Y/N], who looked up at him with a smile. "You wanna get out of here? I can like- I can drive you home if you want." He offered.

[Y/N] quickly nodded, retaking Klitz's hand and dragging him outside. 

"You read my fucking mind, dude. I'm not even that drunk, but it's so loud." He murmured, leaning against Klitz for support. Klitz fumbled for his keys, almost dropping them. He led [Y/N] to his car and opened the door for him before getting in on the driver's side.

The car ride was silent for the most part. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. Klitz had been to [Y/N]'s house at least a dozen times. His heart raced as he pulled into the driveway. There were no lights on in the house.

"Are your parents not home?" Klitz asked, turning to [Y/N], who shook his head.

"I forgot. They're on vacation." [Y/N] sighed. "Can you come in with me? Just to make sure no robbers are here?" Klitz let out a stifled laugh. He rolled his eyes at [Y/N] and opened the driver's side door. 

"Yeah, I can do that. Let's get you inside." He couldn't hide the smile on his face. He was absolutely smitten with the slightly drunk man leaning on him. 

Once the two got inside, [Y/N] flopped down on his couch. He outstretched his arms, beckoning for Klitz to lie with him. Klitz took a deep breath in, mentally preparing himself to not pop a boner the second he made contact with [Y/N]. He took the man in his arms, flipping them over so [Y/N] was on top of him. Klitz set his hands on the small of [Y/N]s back. He took in the scent of his hair, almost shivering from how good he smelled.

 [Y/N] rested his head on Klitz's chest, letting out a quiet sigh. "I'm not even that drunk. I just get nervous around you." He murmured. 

"You get nervous around me?" Klitz asked, voice soft. He felt like he was in a dream. Hearing those words from [Y/N]'s lips made his body ignite. 

"Yeah... I really like you, Klitzy." [Y/N] looked up at him, resting his chin on Klitz's chest to look him in the eyes.

"I really like you too..." Klitz whispered. It felt like he and [Y/N] were the only two people on Earth.

The comfortable silence the two had settled into was broken when [Y/N] spoke up.

"Do you want to fuck me? Like, right now?" He asked, voice full of confidence. 

"Like... Right now? Right, this second?" Klitz repeated the question, not fully trusting his hearing.

"God, you're so stupid." [Y/N] laughed before sitting up to straddle Klitz's waist. He pulled the still-shocked boy up and connected their lips. Klitz quickly snapped out of his shocked trance. He grabbed [Y/N]'s waist, pulling him so close their bodies were flush.

Klitz pulled back to look at [Y/N]'s face. His lips were red and slightly swollen, and his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears were dusted red. He was stunning. The brunette moved down to kiss [Y/N]'s jaw. He found the other male's pulse. He let his mouth rest on the hot skin below him before sucking a dark bruise into [Y/N]'s neck. His breathing was hot and heavy against [Y/N]'s skin.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..." Klitz groaned, gripping [Y/N]'s hips hard enough to leave faint bruises.

Klitz fished a condom and a small pack of lube from his pocket. He never really planned to have sex tonight, but he carried them around to be safe. The two boys got completely undressed, exchanging sloppy kisses between garments. Once they were both naked, [Y/N] eyed Klitz's dick. It was fucking massive. 

"How the fuck am I supposed to fit that inside me?" He asked, laughing nervously.

"I'll prep you. Just relax." Klitz whispered, lubing up his fingers. He slipped his ring finger into his lover's hole, slowly pumping it in and out. [Y/N] collapsed against his bare chest, panting.

"Needy." Klitz murmured, putting another finger in. He scissored his fingers, taking his time with the prep.

Eventually, Klitz got four fingers in. [Y/N] was a mess. Trembling and moaning at every movement. 

"Gonna put it in now," Klitz whispered, lifting up the other man's hips and slowly lowering him onto his dick. Once [Y/N]s hips were flush with Klitz's, the two let out a collective deep breath. Klitz had to focus all of his energy on not cumming immediately. When [Y/N] started to slowly move, Klitz's eyes rolled back. He rested his head on the arm of the couch, letting out groans and high keens.

[Y/N] giggled at the sight before him. Klitz looked absolutely gone. He started to ride him faster, taking in all the sounds Klitz made. Every groan and whine only spurred [Y/N] on further. 

"You look so pretty like this, Klitzy." [Y/N] commented. Klitz's eyes shot open, a deep blush spreading across his features. 

"Oh my God..." Klitz groaned. "You can't- Can't say that, or I'm gonna cum." He panted. He was already so close. It was too much for him. 

"Yeah? You're gonna cum already? Just for me?" The other man teased, speeding up. "You can cum. But I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied. Got that, pretty boy?" Klitz quickly nodded. He was too far gone to speak. The only sounds he could muster were loud moans and deep breaths.

Klitz was so close. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm so close pl- Fuck, I can't-" Klitz groaned. [Y/N] slowed down, grabbing Klitz's face and forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Beg for it." He whispered, smiling sweetly at his lover. All of Klitz's dignity, if he had any, was thrown out the window. Tears formed in his wide eyes from how desperate he was.

"Please fuck. Please keep moving. I need it so bad [Y/N], please." He begged. "P-Please just let me cum. I'll be good just pl-" His begging was cut off by [Y/N] speeding up. 

That was it for Klitz. He came with a loud moan. His eyes closed, and his whole body shook. He started to whine as [Y/N] started to move again. The overstimulation felt so good. 

"Good boy Klitzy. Making me feel so good." [Y/N] cooed. The other male came with a groan, slowing down as he rode out his orgasm. The two stayed still for a minute to catch their breaths. When [Y/N] got off of Klitz, he whined softly. He helped Klitz get dressed and led him to his room.

The two laid close to each other. [Y/N] gently played with Klitz's hair, lulling him to sleep.

[sscarletvenus]

my mildly insane jake kim thoughts range from :

- him being one of lookism's baddest bitches

- the male thot, boy toy, trophy wife potential??? WOW

- the daddy issues just add to the objectification idk

- stupid, self-sacrificial, silly little meowmeow. im gonna put him inside my pocket

- me at the beginning: big deal sure are a bunch of simps! rip to them but I'm different

me now : if i was in big deal i would probably kill or die to make kim gimyung happy

- HE HAS THE ICONIC CUSTOMER SERVICE SMILE. oh i'm in love with this bitch.

- he looks like the wife/gf who's dead at the beginning of the movie in jerry's imagination lmaooo

- i bet he's into pretty boy dilf tops ( ahem sinu han and eli jang ahem... ptj you are NOT slick)

- he tried so hard to not be like his dad but still got sucked into the gangster lifestyle he wanted to avoid... sinu recruited him for a good cause (protecting the girls and the street) and was arguably someone who genuinely cared for jake AND protected him AND changed his life... but he was also the one who made him enter the very life that jake would rather die than live... IM GONNA JUMP OFF A CLIFF

- in a sense, in order for jake to live the life of his dreams without being haunted by his father, he and sinu should've never met :(((

- ok sad boi hours over. jake is definitely the type to text samuel "u wanna fuck me so bad it makes u look stupid"

- he's big deal's teenage dream

- eli x jake is so precious to me because the FLAVOUR? the IMPACT? the POSSIBILITIES? mmmh yes canonical dilf and severe daddy issues mmmh enemies to lovers

- the epitome of cringe but free

- ptj sure loves making him beef with hets in unhealthy relationships

- oh ik he had the most terrible crush on sinu he's just like me

- the most interesting relationship with my other fav vasco lol

- if u think about it he caused jiho's metamorphosis... YASS GIRLBOSS SLAYY

- JANE KIM, YEJIN KIM, GANGSEO'S #1 NAIL ARTIST

- he's gonna blow the bubblegum i left him but will he blow me hmmm- [gets bonked and locked into horny jail]

- he's sexy, funny, homosexual, a bottom, cute need i say more

- in conclusion my favorite character

[soft-boi-eli]

Ayo do you write for poly relationships?

If that's so, could you do a cc!Karlnapity x male reader? Quackity is hella stressed because of law school and is very tired so the others just

Do little things for him, like acts of service and just, being supportive---

Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable :>

Yep. I myself am poly but not in a relationship yet. So I am perfectly comfortable with it.

We believe in you.

Summary: quackity needs some tlc. With the stress of law school higher then ever you, karl, and sapnap decide to take care of him while he studies.

Pronouns: he him his

Quackity. The hyper happy streamer. Was in his office/streaming room studying for finals.

The stress he was under was immense and all you and your two other boyfriends wanted to do was comfort him and help him through this intense time.

You were monitoring how much he has eaten or drank today. That counter was at zero. The amount of times for a stressful break was monitored by karl. And the bathroom breaks by sapnap. With all of the counters at zero you guys went to work.

You were the only one that could cook in this house. The others would burn it down. So you were always on dinner duty. Or lunch. Even breakfast.

Whipping up some tomato soup and grilled cheese you were quick to plate it. These we're quick simple and the best thing for them to consume.

While sapnap and karl were harassing him to get up you were setting up the living room for a mental break for him. Setting it up for two episodes of the show you guys were watching you yelled up to them. "guys I'm done. And if you have to drag him."

You were making him take this break. Whether he liked it or not. Cramming can be useful yes. But not all the time. Not for hours on end with no food or water. Watching your two boyfriends literally dragging your third one down you smirked.

"So. You thought that you could get away with not eating, drinking, or even bathroom breaks. You thought wrong." Quackity stared at you. That look. He's seen it before.

"No. No! If I don't study I can't pass!" He was desperate to get out of their arms. Walking up to him you squished his cheeks. "Hun. It's gonna be an hour at max. You need to eat. Get some water. We're worried. You haven came out of that room for over 6 hours. Meaning you haven't eaten, haven't filled your water bottle, haven't used the bathroom. It's not healthy. And your brain needs fuel. Not energy drinks." He looked at you for a moment.

What you said was true. Every human needs it. But he just wanted to finish his notes. The ones that he said would be done in less then three hours. The ones that he could study for the final exam with.

But all three of your guys puppy dog eyes won him over.

"Fine. But no longer then an hour." He fully gave in. Letting go of his face you smiled. "Great! I made grilled cheese and tomato soup." Quackity looked over with stars in his eyes.

"You could of just said that Mi Amor. You know I would die for you soup." Rolling you eyes to him as he quickly picked up his plate and bowl.

This man.

He was scarfing it down like he was a starving man.

I mean waking up, studying, and not eating at all does that to you.

As the show played quackity seemed to relax a bit more. That was all you wanted. Him to sit back, relax, give himself a break.

Sadly the two episodes were over faster then they began. Leaving quackity to go back upstairs. Laving his three worried boyfriends.

"Okay guys." They looked at you confused for a sec.

"Every hour we bring him something. Water, a snack, blanket, hot drinks, cuddles. What ever you want. Just make sure he's taking care of himself alright?" They nodded.

"Good. Who's on first hour duty?" Karl was quick. He was nearly springing out of his seat as he raised his hand.

You were fine with it because your took at least two hours.

You were making cookies.

You knew the boys couldn't resist any of the baked goods you made. After all you were a cooking and baking youtuber.

So as the hours passed by the guys kept reminding quackity to take breaks. Telling him to go to the bathroom, stretch his legs a little, have a hug.

So when you finished the last batch it was your turn up there. Bringing a plate full of cookies and milk with you, you knocked gently.

"I swear to God sapnap if you're there again I'm going to ki-." He opened the door and looked directly at you. "Not sapnap this time I brought cookies though!" He greedily grabbed the cookies and milk, letting you in as he did so.

"So studying been going well?" He shrugged. "Could be better could be worse." Laughing lightly you sat in one of the chairs there.

"But way better now that you brought me cookies." Shaking your head you stretched. "Honestly if I didn't decide to learn. I would of never met you guys. But boy am I happy for that. Now I'm with my three handsome boyfriends. One of them ever so cuddly. The other quite the amazing voice. And lastly my extremely smart boy who is going to help so many people when he passes his finals." He tilted his head at you.

Standing up you kissed his forehead. "I belive in you alex. Just remember that your mental health is just as important as this exam." Your voice was soft on his forehead.

"Yeah! You are one of the smartest j have met! Don't you dare give up. But don't you dare mentally strain yourself!" Sapnap was loud.

Rolling your eyes you looked at the two in the door way.

"Yeah! We're here for you alex. If you need a small break we'll always be right here for you! Be it a hug, kiss, cookie, a tv break. Even just an hour of us laying in bed doing nothing except talking. We're here for you!" Karl was quick to add on. God you loved them yet they always tend to get way to cheesy.

"God you guys. I have no clue what I'm going to do with you three. I can't thank you enough." Quackity was about ready to break down in tears. With the ruffle of the hair you smiled brightly.

"No need. You are going through something that you need to work hard on. We aren't going to let you not take care of yourself." You opened your arms. On arm around quackity already.

You were inviting the other two over to join the hug.

Rushing over their arms over layed quackity and you. Squeezing the life out of you both.

God. Don't let this dream come to an end.

Bouns:

At the end of the day. All you, sapnap, and karl knew was the day coming to an end. This wasn't going to end with out quackity.

"Hey. Alex. How close are you to being done?" He turned to you. You hadn't really interuped him the whole time only every once in a while to bring up a snack. He looked up and down your pajama clad body.

He shook his head lightly. "You get comfortable with karl and sapnap. I'll be there in about 15-20 minutes." Nodding lightly you walked up the stairs. Leading to the massive room. This was the room you all shared. While also having your own room for when you wanted to sleep separately.

Karl and sapnap laid awake in their respective spots. "He's not coming to bed?" Sapnap asked. You shook your head.

"He said 15-20 minutes." Crawling between the taller ones you left space for quackity to crawl in.

He was a little off from the 15-20 minutes. He took 30 instead. But you weren't complaining one of your main sources of heat for the night was now in the bed, curled up, head on your chest, hands lightly intertwined with the other two.

Leaving your hands open to lightly comb his hair back and massage his scalp and back. This man was studying for at least 12 hours. And he deserved it.

There was no complaints from anyone. Not even quackity which was quite unusual. Except for the fact he had passed out almost as soon as your fingers started at his scalp.

His little snores brought a smile to your face while little giggles came from karl. While a chuckel came from sapnap. It's unusual for quackity to fall asleep first. But you wouldn't change it.

Not for the world.

*Ahem* I am now one year on testosterone! God it's been a weird journey but I do feel happier about myself.

Also I loved this fluffy tooth rotting oneshot. It made me happy to shower quackity, karl, and sapnap in love. They deserve it!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night/morning/evening.

Eli out.

[jerzwriter]

I'm really excited to participate in @wip-wipeout-weekend. Unfortunately, even if I spent every moment of the 48 hours writing, I would not finish my WIPs, so I'm trying to set reasonable goals. Here's what I will tackle, my goal? Just get out of the weekend with progress made.

Ethan x Casey

Yep, Casey, not Kaycee - I have old AUs to wrap up! lol

When the Bough Breaks - Final Chapter. Series Premise: Casey traded one dream for another when she accepted Ethan’s proposal. Even within their magical life, there were still times she mourned the loss of the child she’d never have. When Ethan learns he unknowingly fathered a child with a former lover, how will she cope? Will their marriage survive?

The Last Time - HC to wrap up the story Series Premise: A decade apart had done nothing to heal their wounds. Perhaps this encounter would finally offer them the very thing they desperately needed.

Sometimes Love is For - HC to wrap up the story Series Premise: Casey MacTavish’s residency has ended, and she is leaving Boston for a phenomenal opportunity at UCSF in San Francisco. But before she leaves, she has to say goodbye to the two men who entered her life and stole her heart during the past three years. How will it all end?

Tobias x Casey

Yeah, this is where Casey resides now. I will be working on their HC because November 12, 2022, is their "wedding date" and I'm really hoping to have this caught up by then. Since I've gone out of order, this is what I have to cover:

The chemical attack & aftermath.

The pining.

How they finally get together.

Their wedding planning, secret elopement, and wedding.

Eli x Zoe

I'm just starting my re-read so I can delve into writing for them. My plans:

Supplemental scenes to add to canon.

Possibly, write a different ending (I really didn't love the end).

Life after the solstice, rebuilding the colony, and struggles faced after.

Smut. lol

Am I going to do even 1/2 of this in a weekend? F*ck no. Are these all my WIPs? Not even close. But this will give me direction.

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Fever Dreams (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Gavin lets you in on the contents of his wet dreams… Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: mentions of IV lines, hospitals, minor injuries, brief mentions of trauma, Eli’s sense of impending doom, vaginal intercourse, profanity, masturbation Word Count: ~3K words (~15 mins of sweet, sweet hospital lovemaking 🤣) Author’s Notes: Close your eyes.  Imagine that Gavin is by your side — muscles flexed and lips so close they practically brush against the shell of your ear when he whispers the following:

“I hope you enjoy this fic, which was based on and inspired by Gavin’s Whispers/Biting The Ear (咬耳) ASMR from the CN server, beautifully translated by the incredibly talented and gracious @cheri-translates​.” 🤣

In all seriousness, I’m extending a massive THANK YOU to the sweet @cheri-translates​ for providing me with the awesome goods that literally left me breathless!  This fic would not have been possible without you! 💕 With that being said, hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! 🥰

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It was easy to forget at times; that Gavin was made of flesh and bone like everyone else.

That lionhearted though he was, the man wasn’t invincible, no matter what he would have you believe: hiding winces behind smiles and brushing off bruises blooming blue like they were nothing at all.

It was little wonder then that when the phone rang that night, it was Eli’s voice on the other line.  And as you stood before the bathroom mirror, wrapped in nothing but a towel and watching the colour drain from your face, the stilted manner of his speech made it increasingly clear he was unused to delivering bad news.

“I’m gonna kill him when I see him,” Gavin swears under his breath, the hand with the IV drip attached pulling into a tight fist by his side.

Now you understood why.

“They’re making a fuss over nothing, keeping me in hospital for observation.  It’s just a few scratches.”

Amber eyes train in your direction, the earnestness in their tender depths melting the edge of the anger you felt at always being the last to know anytime your lover got hurt.  And when he tries to smile despite the bulky bandage plastered on his left cheek, your resistance falters.

“ ‘They’re making a fuss over nothing.’  I bet you’d say that even if you were missing a limb, Gavin Bai.”  

Suddenly exhausted by the anxiety that made you rush to the Special Task Force hospital upon receiving Eli’s call, you slump into the chair at his bedside, still annoyed but relived to find that he was well enough to laugh at your sarcasm.

“Hmm, I must be in a lot of trouble if you’re calling me by name like that.”  

Smirk spreading on that handsome face, his eyes take on a mischievous twinkle that makes him altogether impossible to resist.  You couldn’t help but think of that rough and tumble high school senior who threw furtive glances in your direction every time he walked past in the halls, lip cut and face bruised.  

“Come.  It’s too late to go home now and you can’t sleep on the chair like that.  Join me on the bed.”

Voice breaking through your reverie, Gavin holds out the hand that wasn’t hooked to the drip — large, strong and inviting.  You hesitate, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you look towards the door.  

“I-I really shouldn’t.  We’re in a hospital and there won’t be enough room for the two of us.  You, especially, need a good night’s sleep, being injured—”

Three dull pats sound in quick succession to interrupt you.  Turning your head, you see Gavin scooting to one side of the bed, hand beckoning towards the newly vacated space.  “The beds here are larger than the ones in your average hospital.  STF perk, I guess.  But if you insist on refusing then…I guess I’ll just have to accompany you in sleeping sitting up—”

Relenting with a click of the tongue, you snatch the pillow from his grasp just as he begins propping it up behind his back, sliding it beneath his head as you gingerly crawl in next to him.

“That’s my girl.”

Gavin’s whisper is electric in your ear, low and seductive in a way that made you question the innocence of his motives, wondering if he was already aware of the sensations his body pressed to the side of yours was eliciting.  His lips curve in a smile on your forehead, breath dancing hot across skin.  And when he reaches for you, the sight mesmerizes: long, tapered fingers smoothing slow along the strands of your hair.

“Eli must’ve called while you were still in the shower.  You didn’t even have time to dry your hair, did you?  Look at how wet it is.”

And though you were on the verge of telling him that it wasn’t only your hair that was wet, you thought better of it.  There was a heaviness in his tone, weighed down by the concern that inevitably arose every time Gavin thought you weren’t taking care of yourself: encouraging you with bites of the BBQ pork rice he brought in takeout containers whenever you skipped meals during late nights at the office, draping his jacket over your shoulders when you shook from the cold — having decided on form over function in a lightweight but pretty new dress worn especially to impress on date nights.

“Don’t worry, it’s almost dry anyway.”

“Hmm.”  Faint displeasure taints his acknowledgment, but you close your eyes to the furrow in his brows, unable to focus on anything other than the touch of his fingers on your skin — calloused tips tracing the line of your jaw to traipse over the chin until finally coming to rest on your lower lip.  He is so close you can feel the tail end of your exhalation being drawn into Gavin’s next breath when he says:

“I know I really scared you this time.  I’m sorry.  I was careless, but it won’t happen again.  Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Eyes opening to the sight of his, you study the specks of gold embossed in amber, beautifully familiar.  See your reflection in the dark pupils holding your face in loving regard.  Felt your heart chill at the thought of Gavin one day not returning home.  And when the sting of tears arrives to redden the tip of your nose, you turn away, unwilling to add to his burdens with your own.

“All I ask…is that you be open with me.  I know you want to protect me, Gavin.  You don’t want me to worry.  But it’s much worse to have to guess about whether or not you’re lying just to be kind.  I’m a grown woman and your partner, so please don’t handle me with kid gloves.  Let me take care of you too, sometimes.”

Staring at the patterns on the curtain drawn around the bed, you listen for the rhythm of his breath — slow and even in the ensuing silence and punctuated only by the intermittent beeps of machinery, the weight of your concerns slowly sinking in before he finally relents.

“Okay.  I won’t keep anything from you anymore.  I promise.  So please…could you let me just…”  

A hand wraps around your waist, grip firm yet gentle as he pulls you close beneath the thin sheet.  You feel his mouth on the nape of your neck, Gavin’s kisses falling hot and insistent between muffled words.

“…hold you, like this?”

Nodding, you bite your lip, barely suppressing a moan to feel his fingers crawl beneath your shirt; warming themselves on the soft skin of your belly, tracing circles about the navel.

“Seven days.  It’s been…hmm…seven days since I’ve last held you.  It’s too long.”

The last statement is breathed into the curve of your neck and shoulder, your boyfriend inhaling deeply as he buries his face into the space, the embrace around you tightening as if touch alone could communicate all the longing he wasn’t quite able to put into words.

“It was a difficult mission.  I couldn’t sleep.  And anytime I did, I would dream of you.  Always of you.  Want to know what we did?”

Cotton-mouthed, you resort to nodding again.

“Then be a good girl and turn around first.  I want…need to see you…that’s good.  In my dreams, we’d be together, just like this.  I’d have you in my arms, so close I could feel every inch of your body…how hot it is…just like now.  No, don’t move away.  I like it. I’ve got a fever, but I’m also feeling chilled.  I want your heat.”

Those amber eyes are dark now, half-lidded and veiled with lust — proof that Gavin’s increasingly shallow breathing was not an exaggeration.  It was a look you recognized; the expression his handsome face wore the moment he saw you again after a mission had kept him away for too long.  It typically resulted in entire weekends spent in bed, limbs entwined as Gavin made love to you over and over again.

Until you were boneless and spent.  

Until your lover was satisfied that he was thoroughly reacquainted with every curve of your body.

You reach for him: trembling fingers tracing the line of his brow, thumb circling the apple of his cheek.  Gavin closes his eyes, exhalation shaky as he nuzzles into your palm to lay a kiss on that, too.

“Your touch feels cool on my skin.”

“Oh!  I’m sorry—”

“No.  Don’t be.”  Fingers curling about the wrist that pulled back, Gavin gently guides your hand towards his forehead.  “It’s nice.  I like it.  But…my back is warm too.  Do you think you could help me lower the temperature there?”

Swallowing, you start to inch your hands towards the open back of his hospital gown.  Gavin softly groans to feel your fingers running along the ridge of his shoulder blades, caressing defined muscles and faded scars you had committed to memory long ago.

“Is this all right?”

Now his turn to nod, Gavin’s head drops back, accentuating the bob of his prominent Adam’s apple in that strong, thick neck.

“I’m...ah…also feeling hot here.”

Large palms fall over the back of your hands, guiding them over his rib cage until they find themselves on the hard muscles of Gavin’s abdomen.  Thighs pressing together beneath your skirt, you trace that defined V-line — touch featherlight in a way that draws out a shudder, goosebumps blooming across the expanse of Gavin’s skin.

Suddenly, you freeze to hear footsteps approaching in the hallway beyond the door.  And just when you start to pull away, Gavin stops you with a whisper:

“Don’t worry.  The nurse has already been in to check on me tonight.  They won’t be back again, unless…unless they see that my heart rate has become unusually high.”

He winks.

“Besides, if they find you here, I’ll just say that, um…I’m afraid of sleeping by myself in the dark.”

That smirk again.  You wonder at what point your boyfriend had become so cheeky, knowing just the right things to say to get his way.

“Could you help me?  I’m burning up…right here.”

Lower and lower, he guides your hands, leaving them to their own devices when they reach the waistband of his boxers.  Barely breathing, you watch as the expression on his face transforms from anticipation to euphoria the moment you slip past the elastic, fingers circling his hardened length with a loose grip.

“Officer, you weren’t lying!”

Gaze already heavy with want, the chuckle Gavin lets out in response has never sounded so sexy.  “It’s because I’m running a fever.  Or perhaps…it’s because I’m thinking of you.  Do you think we should…make it even hotter?”

You wet your lips, feeling Gavin twitch in your hand at the sight; feel the vein pulsing on the underside of that thick shaft as he continues to swell in size.  Firming up your grip, you begin to stroke in earnest, trying to maintain your rhythm despite the distraction of your own throbbing pussy, despite the way you grew increasingly wet to envision him sliding into your depths, satin panties clinging to the lines of your folds.

Smoothing your thumb over the liquid arousal beading at the tip of his cock, you draw wide, slick circles over velvet skin — paying especial attention to the ridge just below the swollen head because you loved how Gavin sounded when caught in the throes of ecstasy.  It pleased you to pleasure him — the man who never thought twice about putting you before himself.

Always so strong, always fearless, you loved to watch him fall apart.  Over you.  Beneath you.  In you.  Held in the palm of your hand or folded to your embrace.  You could feel the tension leaving his body — worn out and battered — each time he returned to your side from a mission, the trauma of all the things he couldn’t talk about seeping from every pore as you sought to show him love with the swing of your hips, the kisses you showered upon his sweat-soaked face.  With the normalcy only the simplicity of a home-cooked meal could restore.  “I love you,” he’d smile and say, amber eyes blinking once, twice…as if Gavin couldn’t quite believe you were real.  “I really do.”

“This is the first time someone has stayed with me in the hospital, let alone shared my hospital bed.” Gavin’s voice is low, thick with emotion in between shuddering gasps elicited by each tug along his length.  “Who would’ve thought that...even at a time like this…I’d be lucky enough not to be alone.”

“I’d never let you be lonely,” you say with a sudden vehemence that surprises even you.  “Never again.”

He smiles, gentle eyes glistening when his large hand approaches to cup your face.  Gavin touches you as if holding something of infinite importance, “Angel” falling from his lips in a soft utterance.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight.  I don’t want to.  What about you?  Will you…stay up with me?…Help my fever break—”

You kiss him deeply, swallowing his words even as your tongue pushes past teeth to meet Gavin’s in reunion.  You had missed him; missed the way he tasted, the hint of mint that lingered in the breath you shared, as if your very lives were as entwined as your bodies in embrace.

To lose him was to lose yourself.  

And so, you give yourself over to the man who gave so much and asked for so little in return.

“Then I won’t sleep either.  I want to stay with you.”

Throwing one last glance at the door, you rise to your knees, skirt bunching at the waist as you straddle his hips.  Eyes wide, Gavin starts to move before you stop him, saying “Let me” as you push him back onto the bed before the IV line could pull taut.

You loved how Gavin looked at you, the artless way he wore his heart on his sleeve — showing in the pink of his cheeks, the blush creeping all the way to the tips of pierced ears.  It was a side of him only you were privy to; unguarded and unfiltered.  He watched you now, those amber eyes lit with a dark hunger to follow the motions of your hands: one pulling dampened panties aside as the other spreads glistening lips, guiding his cock along the length of your slit before you ease yourself onto his hard heat.  

Unable to stop the moan that escapes, you slide…lower and lower…until the flesh of your buttocks meets the muscular plane of his pelvis.  But the sensation continues — electricity spreading towards the very pit of the stomach to curl your spine, chest opening to receive all of his love.

Breathing barely controlled, Gavin bites hard on his lip in a bid to stay quiet, unwilling to attract the attention of curious staff.  “God, you feel so good.  I just…just want to move.”

“No, let me…let me be the one to take care of you this time.  Please.”

For the second time that night, Gavin relents, yielding to your exquisite torture even as he fought to leash the animal impulse that spurred him to rip free of the machinery and fuck you until the bed collapsed.  Hands clenching tight around the bedsheet, his knuckles grow white, as if the flimsy fabric were a lifeline keeping him from being swept away each time you lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

For everything about you drove him mad, from the tight, grinding circles you drew with your hips whenever he was fully sheathed, to the clenching embrace of your arousal-slicked walls that held him like no other, as if the entirety of you were created with him in mind.  Or, at least, it was a fantasy he harboured; to think that fate had a hand in ordaining you his sole queen, and him, forever your humble servant.

“Ahh, Gavin!…I…you’re so deep, I’m com—”

You don’t get to finish before your mind blanks.  All you could focus on was the sudden grip of Gavin’s hands on your hips and the shift of your weight forwards when his knees draw up, giving your lover the proper leverage to pound hard and fast into you from below until your arousal pools to drench those six-pack abs.

It nearly overwhelms you; the orgasm that makes you collapse onto Gavin’s chest, the contractions that hit like tidal waves moving through your body.  They spur him on, continuing to fuck you so hard the bed shook, each and every thrust hitting just the right, swollen spot to keep you elevated on that high.  And when you whisper

“I love you”

before your tongue extends to suck the lobe of his ear into your mouth, the tension building in the taut muscles of that perfect body breaks.  

You hear your name leave his lips in a deep moan, feel him leave a part of himself in the secret space between your legs.  Taste the salt of his sweat on kisses laid upon the pulse of his neck.  Waited for his racing heart to slow before telling yours it was okay to do the same.

And when his arms wrap tightly around your body, “I love you, too” returned with palpable affection, you let yourself fall into slumber…knowing that even in dreams, Gavin would meet you there.

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