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Austin dating a single mom would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by @princessbriarrose​)

(I didn’t know exactly what age you wanted for the kid so I gave a little of each age. Hope this is what you wanted)

- I don’t think anyone goes into a relationship with Austin Powers straight off the bat: I think most of the time they just end up shagging him or acting as his work partner before falling in love with him and subsequently agreeing to be his girlfriend. So you probably; justifiably, just don’t tell him that you have a kid until you know for a fact that you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon. 

- Now Austin Powers has dated; or at least shagged, women from all different walks of life and given the lifestyle that he typically leads, he’s well aware of the fact that you being a single mother is one of the least troublesome things you could wind up being so his reaction to your confession is actually pretty normal; all things considered. 

- He acts so nonchalant about the fact that it genuinely surprises you. But once he starts going off on a tangent about how he thought you were gonna say that he was bad in bed or that you were a double agent, you begin to understand how it arguably makes a lot of sense that he’d seem almost relieved by a living, human child being the “big secret” that you’ve kept all this time. 

- There’s also the concept of him just walking out and seeing your kid at the breakfast table after the two of you spend the night together, but I digress.

- He’s sort of in the mindset of “this is your kid and he’s just hanging around”. He doesn’t feel like he has to be their father and you probably aren’t expecting him to be, but he still has to learn how to navigate the whole “being around a child thing”; and can’t deny that he wants them to think he’s cool. 

- If your child’s a baby then expect him to be totally clueless and slightly overwhelmed by the prospect of changing their diaper, holding them, or doing whatever else they might need him to do. He’ll either ask you about every little thing or try his best to seem like he knows everything in order to try and impress you. 

“Okay so I just sit here with them or...?”

- He definitely tries to get brownie points with you for watching them but dear god does he learn to regret it. Everything goes wrong, hijinks ensue, yet he still somehow manages to fix everything before you get home; leading you to say something along the lines of “wow, looks like I can leave them with you more often”. Please don’t. 

- He tried changing a diaper once(1) thinking “how hard can it be?”. Hard. Very hard. There was streams this way, streams that way, the powder exploded and got everywhere, there was a diaper on the ceiling, their clothes got put on backwards: he honestly came out of that room a changed man and he’s not sure if it was for the better. 

- If your child’s a boy, he’ll ask why his “thing” is so small and you’ll respond with is “yours isn’t much bigger” and he’ll think about it for the rest of the week. 

- Over time, he gets pretty good at playing with your baby and doing most other dad things as well, but he’ll always go about taking care of them like he’s following battle tactics instead of enjoying a leisurely experience; especially when you’re not around.

- He cannot be trusted in literally any situation because he’s almost always two seconds away from agreeing to every childish suggestion that your toddler makes because “Sure, why not have ice cream for dinner or go to the zoo instead of school? Sounds like a groovy time to [me].”. 

- Why cant the baby play with a ray gun. It’s not that dangerous! Tell that to the laser hole in your wall. 

- Dr. Evil probably schools Austin on how to be a good father; especially before the two of them make amends, and it annoys the hell out of the brit. Either that or the baby likes them more than him. Catch your child crawling towards Dr. Evil instead of Austin while your boyfriend says something along the lines of “oh come on you little traitor!”. 

- Speaking of Dr. Evil, there’s a big possibility that Austin's relationship with your child will be the direct foil to the man and his son. Austin will have no interest in your baby but they’ll love him to death. 

- He’ll be talking to them completely seriously but they'll be laughing at him like he’s telling a joke because of his accent and the way he talks, and he honestly doesn’t even have the heart to stay mad at or be annoyed with them because he’s looking at them and their big grin and they’re just making him melt. He doesn’t like considering himself a softie but he’s slowly becoming one. 

- If your child can talk then they’ve probably asked him why or told him that he talks weird and he’ll never not be offended by it. Excuse you? We originated the language!

- He’ll put them to bed after the three of you had a long day and he won’t be able to deny how nice it feels to be in a warm little home with the woman he loves and her baby that’s slowly but surely becoming his. 

- He tries to compliment you in regards to you having a baby and it just never works out. Pretty impressive how shagilicious you are, even after popping out that little kid. Can’t even imagine you blown up like a watermelon. Please stop talking. 

- You’d think that an older child would be easier to handle given his lack of experience with babies and child rearing in general but they’d honestly hurt his ego so bad. He’d expect them to think he was cool, but they’d offhandedly mention something about the way he dresses or the way he acts and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting offended; even though he swears he doesn’t care. 

- Picture this: Austin awkwardly sitting next to them on the couch, rocking back and forth while shooting them uncomfortable smiles and mini waves; desperately trying not to show how out of his element he is yet failing miserably. They’d just sit there and look at him like he’s crazy with the remote in their hand, wondering what you see in him and how soon he’ll be out of your house. 

- The dam breaks at a certain point and suddenly he’s trying his absolute hardest to impress them while they continue to remain completely uninterested. He’ll show them a top secret spy weapon and he’ll get nothing, just a monotone “cool” and them walking away. What do you want from him!

- RIP to the teenager that has him pick them up from school because their moms too busy to do so. They’re never gonna live it down.

- They probably don’t get along a majority of the time but he can be really sweet sometimes; particularly when he’s not trying to be, and he’ll manage to secretly win them over. He’ll go to comfort them in his own stupid little way and they’ll decide that he isn’t too bad. 

- His dad was obviously never there for him so he kind of gets it and the two of them bond over that every now and again. 

- He may or may not give them the sex talk and I will not elaborate any further. 

- He’ll oftentimes say inappropriate things without thinking and you’ll just have to slap his arm and forcibly remind him that he’s talking to a human who literally can’t watch a rated r movie yet. 

- I’m sorry but he definitely walks out of your bedroom in his Speedo underwear way too often; all before remembering that there’s literal children in the house and booking it back to the room to go and get changed. 

- It’s only fitting for your child to be a girl; due to his womanizing ways, but he’d probably have just as much trouble with a boy as well. He’d try to connect with them over women and they’d brush him off immediately, refusing to even entertain the conversation. 

- Speaking of girl children: he definitely loses sleep over their safety and them going on dates, etc. He’s up at midnight downing whiskey thinking about the fact that they are vulnerable to other boys mojos. 

- Overall, he kind of learns to like fatherhood and genuinely begins to enjoy it after a while; he just tends to leave the diapers and period talks to you. 

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WELCOME TO MY CAVE.

"Blasphemy? Before What god? A God repulsed by the miserable humanity He created in His own image?"

About

Simon/Wallace/Cosmo (Wallace pref. Simon if close) he/it, autistic , system osd1b seeking diagnosis, transmasc

splitroject of Simon Petrikov from Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake, Wallace from Pokemon RSEORAS, Hilbert from Pokemon BW, Apollo Justice from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney, and a singular Unovan Zoroark. Do NOT use she/her/they/them on me. You will be automatically be blocked. Don't Fakeclaim me. taken by the lovely @mrmarblee <3 our squimply

Interests (In no particular order) (NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE/EXCUSE ANY PROBLEMATIC ASPECTS OF MY SPINTERESTS /SRS)

Addams Family

Adventure Time / Fionna and Cake

Animal Crossing

Austin Powers

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Clone High (original + reboot)

Dark Crystal

Disney Channel Original Movies

Disventure Camp

Family Guy

Figment

Heavy Metal

Labyrinth

Little Shop of Horrors

Naked Gun

Ninjago

Pokemon (TCG , ANIME , GAMES)

Rain World

Re-Animator

Rocky Horror Picture Show

SaltyDKDan

Sanrio

Spiderverse (into + across)

Spongebob + Spongebob the Musical

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Lion King

Wayne's World

Favorite Artists

ABBA

Frank Sinatra

The Cranberries

Owl City

Chicago

Coldplay

Glass Animals

Weezer

Tyler, The Creator

"Weird Al" Yankovic

Before You Interact / Do Not Interact

- we are a SYSTEM. We use singular and plural terms interchangeably.

- Never flirt with us, even jokingly. We are taken and VERY protective over our partner.

DNI if....

Basic DNI Criteria

Proship/Profic/Neutral

TERF

Transmisogynistic

Ableist

Non-Traumagenic system

Abelist

Against educated self diagnosing

Thinks reverse racism can exist

hate the chikorita line i am so serious about this i know this is hella polarizing compared to the above but it has to be said

anything on my bfs dni list

also im not sharing my discomforts/triggers here just ask or whatever

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Overall, it's nice to meet you!.. er stranger online looking at this post (also I apologize for the array of tags) eat bugs kick ass eat grass!

[confusedcultist]

Powerful concept from a dream I had last night: Austin Powers the vampire king

He was also weirdly obsessed with keeping the world culturally in the sixties despite being 1000 years old. Not for any dumb racist/sexist reason he just thought the sixties was the most shagalicious time period and thus the world was pre war Fallout aesthetics.

[pearlparty]

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

I support women’s rights, but most importantly I support women’s wrongs.

— THROWN TO THE WOLVES (V)

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE PART FOUR

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC

SUMMARY — When Baron Harkonnen breaks the truce with The Atreides family, the new na-baroness is forced to choose a side.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides’ half-sister. Finally something big happens in this chapter. 🤣 I have to admit, I couldn't wait to write this part... 🤭 Big thanks to all my readers – especially the ones sending sweet messages and leaving comments! 💝

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut), violent behaviour, death, mentions of planned and scientifical breeding

WORD COUNT — 6,110

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THROWN TO THE WOLVES (V)

Duke Leto was sitting in his office, trying to focus on the papers in front of him. All the important documents that required him to sign or disapprove. However, his mind was occupied with another matter.

He sighed and leaned back on the chair before laying his eyes on one of the pictures on his desk. Picture of his children from a few months back during one of the last events on Caladan.

His beloved Paul, looking shy and uncomfortable as always, trying very hard to present himself dignified. And his beloved daughter – a copy of her late mother – presenting herself very regal and confident in a natural way. Her mother had not been like that – Leto remembered her as a quiet and timid woman; a personification of delicacy. Her daughter looked like her but the Princess' strong gaze resembled his own. There was no stoicism behind the strength of her eyes, though. It was rage. She had been an innocent, sheltered Princess all her life. But there had always been that fire in her eyes. Lady Jessica had been the one to point that out one day and Leto couldn’t stop seeing that now.

Once again he found himself opening one of the drawers and re-reading the letter from Baron Harkonnen. His eyes skipped all the official parts about the alliance as he found the fragment about his daughter.

I can assure you that your daughter is behaving properly and gracing us every day with her beauty and wisdom. My nephew is mesmerised by her and he kept the new na-baroness in his chambers for two days after the wedding. She seems to be as occupied with him, therefore I would not worry about not receiving any letters from her. I do believe na-baroness is busy with her marital duties at the moment. It was very generous of you to send us such an exquisite gem in the form of your own daughter.

Duke Leto gritted his teeth. He did not believe a single word coming from Baron Harkonnen. And he hated the part about Feyd-Rautha keeping his daughter in the bedroom for two days. It was there to spite him. To let him know that his daughter had already been claimed by another man and belonged to him now.

“You’re worrying again,” Lady Jessica walked inside the office and interrupted him as he looked up to lay his eyes on her. He smiled softly at the sight of her. “She’s adapting well,” she stood behind Leto and put her hands on his shoulders. “Baron seems to be pleased.”

“I wish I could get a letter from her personally,” Leto sighed and hid the letter from the Baron. “I feel as if she resents me for sending her there.”

“She will have all the power there that she would never have here as your daughter or on her grandfather’s planet as some lord’s wife,” Lady Jessica pointed out. “That’s what she’s always wanted. Power.”

“I think you judge her too harshly sometimes,” Leto furrowed his brow.

“She is ensuring our safety,” Lady Jessica whispered. “She’s adapting well there, I just know it. And we are safe here thanks to her little sacrifice that will only give her power in the end. She is a winner, too,” she tried to convince her lover.

“She didn’t reply to my letter. Nor Paul’s,” Leto pointed out. “I can understand her deciding to discard me. But why Paul? He is her younger brother, is he not? I still remember them as children, when everything was easier. How he would run up to her, excited to play and spend time together. How she would take naps with him, holding him close when he had nightmares. How they would pick flowers together on the fields of Caladan…”

“They are not children anymore,” Lady Jessica chuckled softly. “Their childhood connection is long gone, Leto. Your love for them makes you blind but she’s been jealous of our son for a long time now. Even here,” she pointed at the picture on his desk that he had been staring at earlier, “she presents herself as if she was the future Duchess Atreides. That’s what she always wanted. So she is getting it. Only that she’s going to be Baroness Harkonnen instead.”

Weeks passed. They were mostly boring for you but you focused on reading the most important books from the Harkonnen library. They contained information that you had never heard of while studying the Harkonnen culture before. Most of your days you spent in the relaxation area and your husband’s bed.

Your body not only grew used to his roughness but also learnt to crave it. Your mind and heart did not love him – you doubted it was even possible – but your body desired him with every fibre and every nerve. You desired him to claim you and you desired to claim him. His hunger was insatiable, so you still had to share him with his three cannibalistic pets and other whores occasionally but you were gaining more of his favours with each day.

He was nicer to you. Slightly nicer, but he did not terrify you so much anymore. However, you still didn’t have control over him. He still would back out whenever you tried to show him affection. And in order to really keep him interested in you, you had to feed his sadistic desires, too. You couldn’t be obedient and kind at all times – he needed you to act up sometimes, he needed you to show off your teeth. He needed to punish you for something and see you scared from time to time. You believed that you finally found the right pattern of how to behave around him to keep him interested in you instead of making him feel bored with the new, shiny toy.

He had a few weaknesses when it came to you. Your hair, an almost exotic symbol of beauty in the world where no one had it because of the centuries of being exposed to the poisonous atmosphere. The colour of your skin, another symbol of being an off-world prize for the brutal na-baron. Your breasts – something about them would make him softer, at least as much as it was possible for a man like him. 

Today you decided to show off what he liked the most, to make him proud in front of the guests. You were excited yourself about the very first event like this as the na-baroness of Giedi Prime. The Baron had invited many guests and friends from the many befriended planets for the feast. The reason was unknown to you but you were happy that some social responsibility would disrupt your boring daily routine.

You began to search through your wardrobe. It would be your first public appearance since Feyd’s fight in the arena.

“I wore red then so it’s out of question to wear it again,” you reminded Cara and Astra. “I don’t want to wear black today, though. I want to stand out in front of the guests from the other worlds.”

“Na-baroness, may I suggest?” Astra swallowed thickly and you nodded at her. “I think black might be a good choice, my Lady. As you mentioned, there will be guests from other worlds. They are no Harkonnen. You are, na-baroness,” she bowed her head nervously.

“Thank you, my sweet. Even if I disagreed with you, I wouldn’t punish you,” you assured her and she smiled sweetly at you. “Actually, I think you are right,” you told her and she widened her eyes, not being able to believe that her opinion mattered. “I think black is a good choice. I don’t want to present myself as a tormented Princess Atreides. I want to present myself as a Harkonnen to these people. I don’t want them to pity me.”

Cara approached the wardrobe, encouraged by Astra’s little success. She dared to suggest one of the dresses. It was made of black, shiny and elastic material you had never seen before.

“What is it made of?” You asked her.

“Latex, my Lady.”

“What is latex?” You were not sure as you touched the dress. It didn’t feel very pleasant.

“Just try it on, may I suggest? It looks better on a person, na-baroness,” Cara tried to convince you and you agreed because you were curious about that odd thing.

You couldn’t recognize yourself in the mirror. What it did to your breasts was unbelievable. It was tight, it was shiny, it was sexual. The inside of it was covered with a thin layer of silk so it didn’t feel uncomfortable on your body at all.

“This is it,” you nodded with a smile and brushed your hair with your fingers. You were tempted to let it loose again. “And a headpiece,” you decided.

It was not common for The Harkonnen noble women to wear diadems or headpieces because they did not look as regal on bald heads and they were easy to slip off. Therefore, you had not been given any after the wedding because they simply were not a part of the family collection. However, there was one that you had brought with you from Caladan. It had originally been golden but you had ordered the jeweller at the fortress to change its appearance a few days earlier, when you had found out about the upcoming feast.

Cara and Astra approached your vanity to take it out and place it on your head before securing it from falling off. It was now black and had small chains dangling off of it, forming a metallic veil that covered your face – enough to make you look mysterious but not enough to make you look like a Bene Gesserit witch.

The doors leading to Feyd’s bedroom opened rapidly. Astra and Cara got startled but you were used to him interrupting your peace in the most unexpected ways. He was not the type to knock. Not that you knocked before walking into his bedroom either. But he had the comfort of being able to lock his side of the door and you did not have that privilege.

“My Lord,” your girls bowed down and took a few steps back from you.

You laid your eyes on him. He was wearing his usual official attire, the leather uniform, similar to the one he had worn at your wedding.

He smirked at the sight of you but you could not tell if it was because he found you attractive or was it dictated by his contempt towards your choice. Perhaps both.

“I wanted to inspect your choice of outfit. You see, when we are presenting ourselves to our allies from the other worlds, we need to keep up appearances. I can’t let you pull off any stunts like you did in the arena,” he licked his lips and approached you.

“I would have pulled off a stunt if I had worn that garbage you wanted me to put on,” you reminded him. “I gave your people the na-baroness they expected.”

“And now you’re giving our allies the whore? Interesting.” He teased and you furrowed your brows. His words had disappointed and hurt you.

“I can change, my Lord,” you looked down, trying to see if it would soften him.

“No, keep it,” he ordered and raised your chin with his finger to make you look into his eyes. His pupils were darkened already.

He was impossible, you thought. Already turned on. Like an undomesticated animal.

“I understand that you want your allies to see that you turned Princess Atreides into your whore. But that was not my wish…” You explained truthfully.

“No? And what was that?” He cooed ironically and you knew that your genuine answer would only make him laugh.

“I wanted to present myself as a Harkonnen,” you answered genuinely.

Indeed, he laughed at you.

“You…” he hissed as he approached you. You held your breath when his face was a few inches away from yours. “...will never be a Harkonnen,” he stated with all the intensity. “You might get used to see me slitting throats, you might play your little games and you might enjoy it when I fuck you like a whore but you will always have that rabbit heart of yours. You’re weak,” he pointed out.

Keeping your poker face on was extremely difficult. You wanted to kill him at that moment. And he might have been one of the best warriors in the whole galaxy but your anger almost convinced you that your rage was enough to actually strangle him to death.

However, you had to remain cold and unbothered. You had always known that your game with him would not only be full of victories but also full of little defeats like this one.

Suddenly, his face softened as he took a step back and cupped your face.

“I want you to wear it. I want them to see what only I can fuck,” he leaned in to place a possessive kiss on your lips.

Feyd was keeping you close, with his hand on your waist at all times. You were practically forced to cling to him as he was showing you off like a trophy. Whenever some noble couple from another planet approached you to greet you, they were eyeing you up and down with a mix of emotions you could spot on their faces. Surprise and fear dominated. There was pity, too, but you didn’t allow it to bother you. You only hated that you presented yourself more as your husband’s pet than the dignified na-baroness.

At some point you leaned into him and put one of your hands on his chest. He stiffened at that movement but couldn’t push you away in front of all these people. However, that simple movement allowed you to switch the dynamic a little. Not only were you his but he was also yours.

“(Y/N)...” Someone’s familiar voice made you turn around in disbelief. 

“Grandpa…?” You gasped at the sight of him.

You had only seen your mother’s family twice in your life. They had visited Caladan when you were a child for a few days. And once you had spent a few weeks there in the summer at the age of fifteen. Most of your relationship relied on correspondence but it was not very frequent either. Your grandfather was a Marquis ruling the whole planet and his duties were many. Exchanging letters with his granddaughter was not the most important one of them, sadly.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t hide your excitement although you gave a woman next to him an unpleasant look. She was not your grandmother. She was the local Bene Gesserit that had been watching you sometimes whenever you ran into her on the corridor.

“I was invited by the Baron, naturally,” he extended his hands to hold yours and you allowed him. “He is my friend, after all.”

“I did not know the friendship was so close,” you admitted.

“Not many people were allowed to know,” he smiled at you and then he nodded his head at your husband. “Na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. I do believe you treat my granddaughter kindly,” he let go of your hands and Feyd brought you closer to him possessively once again.

“You ask her, my Lord,” Feyd’s fingers pinched your side as your grandfather’s eyes laid on you.

What were you even supposed to say?

“Feyd-Rautha is the best husband I could ask for,” you nodded as the disgusting lies spilled out of your mouth like it was honey. Your grandfather smiled at that. “He is the bravest and the most skilled warrior I have ever known,” you added. “There is not a day I do not feel honoured.”

“This makes me happy,” your grandfather looked very content indeed.

“Where is grandmother? Is she alright?” You asked, worryingly.

“She does not like long trips. Forgive me, I believe I am being called,” your grandfather nodded and walked away. The Bene Gesserit followed and you watched them approaching the Baron.

“I want to spend more time with him…” You looked at Feyd but his face was unreadable. “Can I?” You pleaded.

“He is busy now, can’t you see, pet? Don’t be too greedy and impatient,” he scolded you as if you were a child.

“But later. Oh, please,” you hated to show desperation in your voice but you were so happy to see someone familiar, some member of your family, someone who would hug you and comfort you… Someone who would promise you that you were safe.

“Later,” he nodded and you sighed out of relief. So much joy had suddenly filled your heart that you wanted to kiss his cheek but you knew he would get angry.

On the other hand, he wouldn’t cause a scene in front of all these people.

You moved even closer to him as if you tried to wrap around his body like a snake. His muscles stiffened under his uniform and then you pecked his cheek delicately with your lips.

Oh, the look he gave you was deadly. But he didn’t do anything.

“Behave or I’ll tell the guards to take you back to your room,” he threatened.

And all the joy that had filled your heart, disappeared in an instant.

The feast didn’t take long. You expected it to take the whole night but at midnight you were already in your black nightgown, laying on Feyd’s bed and watching him take off his uniform. He was oddly slow with it as if he didn’t feel like fucking you at all on that night.

“Are you coming or not?” You whined.

You hated to admit it, but you really were impatient for his touch.

“Waiting like that is part of having fun, my pet,” he chuckled and looked at the door leading out of his bedroom.

He was checking them all the time that night and you furrowed your brow. He was acting differently and it was making you feel anxious.

“Being edged is no fun to me, Feyd. When I want something, I want it now,” you crawled up closer to the bed’s edge, trying to play it cool and not show your nervousness.

“Edged, huh?” He smirked at you. “You know what it’s called?”

“I don’t only read history books, you know…”

“Enough,” he cut you off by cupping your cheeks with one of his hands. “You talk too much, pet.”

You could only communicate with your eyes now, so you tried to give him a doe-eyed look but the doors to his bedroom opened rapidly at that moment and you saw a bunch of guards storming inside.

“It’s time, my Lord,” one of them nodded his head and Feyd grabbed your wrists to drag you out of the bed.

“What… What are you doing? What is going on?” You asked, both surprised and terrified. Had you done something wrong…? Had you angered him somehow…? How…? By doing what…? You panicked.

Now it made sense why he had been undressing so slow. He was still dressed and ready for whatever would happen now. But you were in nothing but your nightgown, thrown at the guards who grabbed your limbs as you kicked and screamed.

They dragged you out of the bedroom as Feyd followed. At some point you yelled for help so loud that it surprised your own self how loud you could be. Feyd approached you and the guards stopped.

“Shut up,” he slapped your face, “and cooperate,” he added sternly. There was something in his eyes that was surprisingly not harsh or terrifying. Almost as if he was on your side.

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, deciding to… trust him? Well, whether you liked it or not, he was the only Harkonnen person you could trust. The only person you had on that planet.

And perhaps the only person you had in the whole world. Your family had gotten rid of you. Your grandfather hadn’t looked very interested to spend time with you during that feast despite you trying to approach him on multiple occasions.

The guards took you to the throne room and your eyes widened at the sight of your grandfather standing next to the Baron. Count Rabban and the Bene Gesserit woman were there as well. The guards threw you on the floor and left the room. Feyd stood behind you with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Baron Harkonnen… Grandfather… What is going on…?” You looked at them and then you focused on your grandfather as he was the only person you loved in that whole room and the only one who shared his blood with yours. Even if his presence in this room and the fact he participated in this whole thing made your heart sink deep in your chest.

“You will spend this night in the cell, na-baroness,” Baron Harkonnen announced. For the first time he addressed you properly, probably because of your grandfather’s presence.

“Wh-what? Why?!” You stood up clumsily and looked angrily at your husband. “Feyd?” You asked him but he remained silent. You looked back at his uncle. “What have I done wrong, my Lord? Have I done something? Have I angered you? Disobeyed?” You nearly begged to find out because you genuinely did not know.

“Nothing that I know of,” Baron chuckled and you took a deep breath in to calm yourself down a little. He didn’t look angry at you, which was a good sign. “You will be kept there until you calm yourself down so you don’t act up too much in the upcoming days,” he mysteriously explained.

“Why would I…, my Lord?” You furrowed your brow since you couldn’t think of anything special coming in the upcoming days. Feyd would have another fight in the arena in two weeks but he surely hadn’t meant that. Especially that you had behaved well during the last one.

“Count Rabban and I are leaving for Arrakis tonight,” Baron’s words were slow as he was observing your reaction to each one of them. “To take over the spice production and kill your family.”

Before your mind processed his words, your body already tensed and nearly jumped in his direction aggressively but it was Feyd who held you from behind in his strong grip.

Once again, you had no idea if he was there to protect his uncle or to protect you.

“I don’t understand,” you looked at your grandfather, confused. You let Feyd hold you in place because the confusion and the betrayal that you felt were still not stronger than your will to survive.

You had to play this one right. Perhaps that was your most important trail in front of the Harkonnens.

Your grandfather looked at the Baron with a nice smile. The same he had been giving you earlier. You suddenly realised it was not genuinely kind; it was filled with poison and forgery.

“Let me explain to my granddaughter. I do believe we owe her that at least, Vladimir.”

Vladimir. He had addressed him by his first name…? You began to breathe heavily, like a wild animal preparing to attack.

“Shh, my pet,” Feyd whispered into your ear as he pressed his face into the back of your head. “Behave,” he reminded you.

“Go on, my friend,” Baron smirked and your grandfather started approaching you.

“What about an alliance with my father?” You asked him. “I am here to ensure the alliance between the two houses.”

“No, my beloved granddaughter, you are here for your safety,” your grandfather faced you and laid his hand to caress your cheek. “You look exactly like her…” His eyes softened a little. “My beloved daughter,” he whispered and then his face got serious again. “We have known about the plan to get rid of the Atreides family for a long time now. We could not let our sweet granddaughter be slaughtered alongside them all.”

“If you wanted to keep me safe, you could have just asked my father to send me to you sooner instead of allowing him to send me here,” you drawled out. You hated him now. He was a snake. Yet another person who had stood behind the whole scheming which resulted in you being on Giedi Prime.

It hurt. As much as you hated to admit that you still had feelings and you still had a heart that was able to be broken… it hurt. You had discarded the Atreides family but you still treated your mother’s family as your friends. As people who cared about you, who loved you, who would intervene if The Harkonnens would seriously hurt you one day.

But now you realised that you had known nothing about them and everything you had believed them to be was nothing but an illusion; a romanticised image you had created in your head to cope with the fact you would never fit in with the rest of the Atreides. Your mother’s family had always been an opposite in your head – they would love you, they would adore you, they would always be nice and kind, they would treat you equally.

It had been childish to think this way.

“I could have done that, yes… But we saw the opportunity for you on Giedi Prime. There has never been a woman from our family marrying into a family so important and so rich. Your aunt convinced the other Bene Gesserit sisters to allow this union. Your bloodline was satisfyingly enough for Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen…”

“My aunt?” You interrupted him. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t you know? Your mother’s sister is a powerful Bene Gesserit,” he explained, surprised. “I thought Lady Jessica would tell you.”

“We barely talked,” you spat out.

All your life you hated women like Lady Jessica. You hated the Bene Gesserit because you hated her. And now… another disappointment. Your own aunt was one of them. And she had been the one to seal your fate when it came to selling you out to these monsters.

“But I know enough about her,” you continued. “I know she wouldn’t be so stupid to let this happen. Lady Jessica would know your agenda.”

“Perhaps,” your grandfather nodded. “She is powerful. But even powerful people make mistakes. Lady Jessica was so desperate to get rid of you that she saw her own opportunity in it. She was desperate for you to disappear because you were growing too envious of your brother and too power hungry for her liking,” he told you and you clenched your jaw.

You felt Feyd moving slightly behind you. His grip loosened slightly.

“My pet…?” He smirked into your ear. He didn’t expect you to have it in you. The hunger for power. The hatred for your own brother. Those were the things he would never accuse you of. In his eyes, you had been nothing but a spoiled, innocent Princess before coming to Giedi Prime. Sheltered in a big castle and showing off her dresses all day long.

“So… Lady Jessica got betrayed?” You asked your grandfather and he nodded.

“She is playing her own dangerous game by trying to change the prophecy. The other Bene Gesserit were happy to get rid of her. She will be slain tonight alongside your father and their son,” he explained and walked away to stand next to the Baron again.

“Is she my aunt?” You looked at the Bene Gesserit standing next to them.

“No, she is the local one. A close friend,” your grandfather explained and she nodded at you. “She’s been watching over you.”

“It is time for us,” Baron pointed out and you watched him float away with all the machinery keeping him alive. Count Rabban followed him.

You didn’t know what to feel. You were conflicted in every possible way. But you knew there was no way of saving your family no matter what you’d do. It would only kill you, too, if you tried to intervene or beg for their lives. You had to think of your own life now. 

“Count Rabban!” You yelled after him angrily and Feyd’s muscles tensed once again as his grip tightened. He hissed at you but you did not care. His brother turned around to look at you. “Make sure to get them all!”

He froze for a moment, visibly surprised.

“My Lady,” he nodded and walked away after his uncle.

The guards walked inside a moment later and Feyd allowed them to take you from his arms.

They dragged you to the same cell that you had slept in before your wedding. When the doors got locked and you were left alone in the darkness, that was when you finally realised what was happening. Your body started to tremble and shake uncontrollably. You curled up on the bed and sobbed quietly.

As much as you hated your family for discarding you, as much as you hated your father for choosing Paul over you, as much as you hated Lady Jessica’s mending, as much as you hated Paul for simply existing… You never wished death upon them. Not even her.

You remembered being a little girl and playing with Paul. You remembered his curly hair in the sun, his laughter as he was hugging you, his small hands when he was handing you picked up flowers.

You remembered waking up in the middle of the night, crying after a nightmare. It was Lady Jessica joining you in bed, letting you cuddle her as she would tell you stories. You remembered her laughter during the rare occasions when you all had acted like a family. As a little girl, you had adored watching her getting dressed. She would allow you to try on her outfits and brush her hair.

And your father… He had always been trying to love you. He had always been trying to show you affection. He would sit you on his lap as he filed the paperwork. He would take you on his ship to show off what a skilled pilot he was. He would forgive you every outburst of anger, every whine and eye-roll of a spoiled Princess.

You never wished death upon them. Perhaps all you had ever wanted was for them to love you.

And now you couldn’t even openly grieve after them. You couldn’t let anyone see your hurt. Especially not Feyd. A murderer of his own mother would not understand your pain after your family’s death. You had to be a Harkonnen about it. No more rabbit heart. No more weakness.

You sniffed and hugged your own self with your hands. You thought to yourself that if you were to survive this night, you would survive everything.

The cell had no windows. You didn’t know what hour it was when you woke up. You went to the small bathroom attached to the room and took a quick shower before seeing yourself in the mirror.

Something had died in your eyes the previous night. You were an orphan now. You had no home. No mother, no father, no brother.

You almost threw up from this feeling but you managed to keep it all inside.

“You’re a Harkonnen now, you’re a Harkonnen,” you kept repeating as your fists clenched on the sides of the sink. “You’re a Harkonnen.”

You heard the door of the cell opening and you walked out of the bathroom to face Feyd-Rautha.

“You’re free to go,” he said, casually.

“So fast?” You asked, surprised. “Your uncle mentioned I’d spend a few days here at least.”

“He’s on Arrakis. I am in charge when he’s gone and I say you’re free to go. Unless you want to rot here,” he looked at your face as his eyes squinted. He was observing every single thing about you to see your reaction.

You decided to give him none.

You just walked out of the cell and he followed you.

“So… I’m free to go back to my room now?” You asked him and he nodded.

“I was thinking of showing you something, though,” he proposed and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Follow me,” he ordered and you nodded, curious to find out what he had possibly meant.

He led you to the throne room, which was completely empty.

“What are we doing here?” You asked but he beckoned you over to follow him with his hand. So you did and you ended up standing in front of the huge throne that belonged to his uncle.

Feyd sat on it lazily with his legs spread open in an almost vulgar manner.

“Is that what you wanted to show me?” You mocked him. “That you’re in charge now?”

“Come here,” he drawled out and you sat across his lap. Between your legs, you felt a bulge in his pants. You smirked at him.

To be honest, it was turning you on, too, to sit on that throne like that. If only the Baron could see you…

A few hours earlier you had been laying on the cold marble floor in the middle of that room, completely at his mercy. And now you were sitting on his throne, about to perform a blasphemous act, showing how little respect you had for him and his power.

“Take it off,” Feyd ordered as he tugged on the hem of your nightgown. You nodded and started to get rid of it. “Slowly,” he commanded and you obeyed.

Finally, you threw the nightgown away and allowed your hands to clasp behind his neck. He looked at you angrily but this time it did not make you move away. You weren’t scared of him anymore. You were a Harkonnen, too.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” You whispered as you leaned in closer to his face. “To sit here?” You teased him as his hands began to grope your body as if it was a sculpture for him to admire but he was only a barbarian with no knowledge about the beauty of art. “Doesn’t it feel nice, my Baron?” You whispered into his ear and bit him slightly on the neck.

“You have to be patient, pet,” he finally spoke up. Feyd-Rautha was not stupid – sadly, because it would make life easier for you. He knew very well what you tried to achieve when you were calling him a Baron. He knew what you wanted him to do.

“Haven’t I told you…? When I want something, I want it now,” you reminded him and you joined your lips with his to give him that possessive kiss that he would so often give you. Everything you knew about these things, you had learnt from him after all.

Even if he was slightly surprised by your behaviour, he was trying not to show it. But there was some confusion in his bright eyes that was making you smirk.

“You have to be patient, my darling,” he raised one of his hands to trace your pouting lips with his finger. You gave it a little bite and giggled.

“Why?” You asked.

“It is not the right time yet... But it will be soon,” he hesitated for a moment, “Baroness.”

You gasped at that word leaving his heathen mouth. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen called you a baroness and there was no hint of irony in his voice. His body trembled out of desire and yours felt as if it was on fire.

“Good boy,” you breathed out. “I will wait then,” you promised him, carefully watching his reaction. He was too turned on and too needy to get angry now. He’d let you say and do anything but he wouldn’t push you away. He needed to feel your body on his. “I want you to fuck me here, my Baron,” you writhed on his lap impatiently.

“And I will,” he brought you even closer to his body as if it was possible. His clothes were rough on your naked body but you did not mind. In fact, it was pleasurable. “The medic told me this morning that it’s time to breed you, my darling pet,” he told you and you swore, you had never seen his pupils so dark.

Your head became dizzy at the realisation that there was a possibility of conceiving your heir on the Baron’s throne. It would be the most delicious mockery performed towards him that you could think of.

You were so excited that at that moment you completely forgot that your family had been most likely dead now while the Harkonnen soldiers were taking over Arrakis and burning the Atreides flags.

But why would you think of that? You were a Harkonnen.

MASTERLIST

[incendiobrock]

The Driskill Hotel {Chris Sturniolo}

Summary: fem!reader x bf!Chris go to Austin, Texas with Matt and Nick to film a video for Sam and Colby's channel at the Driskill Hotel. The reader is very sensitive to the supernatural and gets convinced to do the elevator ritual alone... What could possibly go wrong? ;)

Warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, ghostly encounters, fear of elevators, language, FLUFFFFF

A/N: I know this video is from awhile ago but I've had this idea and couldn't stop thinking about it. I started my page with imagines like this for Colby x reader and so I wanted to throw it back to my roots and make a Chris x reader (because I'm a die hard Chris girl)

Part 2??

You had been a fan of Sam and Colby for years, enjoying their content and being fascinated with their supernatural findings. There was always a part of you that was convinced you had a special connection with the supernatural, feeling extremely vulnerable and tethered to their world. Maybe it was due to your empathic nature, or maybe you were a undiscovered medium that hadn’t tapped into your powers.

You never tapped into your "abilities" because you were scared of what could possibly come from speaking to the dead. But when Nick, Matt, and Chris (and yourself) got asked to join in for an XPLR video on Sam and Colby's channel, you all knew that you couldn't pass it down. This is what led you all to Austin, Texas where the historic, haunted, Driskill Hotel was located.

The night had started somewhat normal, you all walked through the hotel with a tour guide where she explained the history of the building as well as the ghost inhabitants. Throughout the tour you would catch glimpses of shadow figures on the wall, hearing inaudible voices, and being extra sensitive to smells like cigar smoke and roses. The fear was definitely building inside of you when you observed that none of the rest of the group seemed to be experiencing the same things you were. You did your best to hold it together, knowing the triplets were excited to be included in the video, and not wanting to ruin your own experience of an inner fangirl being on an XPLR trip.

As the tour wrapped up and the night went on, Sam and Colby began to lead the investigation portion of their video. You stayed glued to Chris' side, feeling comfort in his presence, even with everything going on around you. Chris held an EMF reader in his left hand as his right hand was busy interlocking your fingers, running his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. He couldn't tell if you were nervous or if you were just trying to hone in on filming the video since you were all a guest to Sam and Colby's channel.

You and Chris stayed slightly behind the group as you made your way over to the elevators on the main lobby for the next part of the video, the elevator ritual. The elevators had already been acting up earlier in the night, not wanting to take you guys up to the floor you had requested. Elevators weren't necessarily your favorite inventions, a slight irrational fear of being stuck in one or one falling with you inside.

"Matt, the ghosts seem to really like you. Maybe you should be the one to do the ritual." You heard Sam say, observing how the EMF in Matt's hand continued to light up to red as they crossed through the grand lobby. As you passed by the receptionist desk you saw the figure of a tall man dart across the wall, making you subconsciously squeeze Chris' hand out of fright. "What's up baby? You okay?" Chris asked softly, pausing in his tracks to check up on you.

"Did you see that?" You asked him back, hoping that maybe you weren't going as crazy as you thought you were. Chris furrowed his eyebrows, glancing around the rotunda, trying to see whatever it was you were talking about. "See what?"

You let out a shaky breath, your palms becoming clammy as all the supernatural sensitivity was beginning to catch up to you. The hand that was holding onto Chris' disconnected as you rubbed the sweat on your pants, "I keep seeing shadows on the walls..." Chris frowns at your reply, wrapping his arms over your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. His lips pressed a firm kiss on your forehead, "I won't let anything hurt you, I promise."

"Chris! Y/n! You guys coming?" Colby asked, staring at you two from down the hall where they had stopped in front of the elevators. "Yeah we're coming, sorry!" Chris responded, gently pulling away from the hug and instantly wrapping his hand back in yours. As you stood in front of the elevator doors Sam explained to the camera, and to all of you, what the elevator ritual would consist of.

"y/n, will you do the honors?" Sam questioned, pulling your out of your trance and causing your jaw to drop open. "Huh? What?" You stuttered, not registering what he had elected you to do for this ritual.

"Do you want to do the ritual?" He rephrased, looking at you with big, hopeful eyes. Your body tensed at the thought, not only did elevators terrify you, but you had already been experiencing paranormal things the whole night. "You don't have to if you don't want." Chris said, breaking the short silence that filled the room, knowing you were already on edge and trying to stand up for you in case you were wary about doing it. "Uh, yeah, I think I could do it... I would just need to write down the order of the floors." You said, uncertainty filling your voice.

"Awesome! I'll text it to you." Sam said, beginning to type up a message to send to your phone. A lump began to form in your throat as you awaited the notification being sent to you. Chris gently rubbed your lower back, doing his best to calm your anxiety without bringing too much attention to your state, understanding that you didn't like when others were aware of your intimate emotions. Your phone vibrated in your hand, looking down to see the message;

12:00AM

Sam: 4, 2, 6, 2, 10, 5, 1

"Okay it's exactly midnight, you have to start now." Colby said, pressing the up button and watching the elevator door open. You took the camera from him, not saying a word as you faced the elevator. You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing there was no way you could back out of this now. Stepping into the elevator you instantly felt chills run up your spine.

"Now remember, when you get to the fifth floor a lady might join you. If she does then when you try to come back down to the lobby the elevator will actually go up to the tenth floor, that's how we will know it worked. If it comes back down to one then the lady didn't enter and the ritual failed." Sam said, reminding you and the audience how things were supposed to go.

Shakily, your finger made its way up to press the number four, officially beginning the ritual. The door slowly shut in front of you, keeping eye contact with Chris until you couldn't anymore. The elevator rose and the door opened, nobody was there. Floor two, nothing.

Sixth floor.

Second floor, again.

Tenth floor.

Then finally, the fifth floor. Your breath caught in your throat as the elevator door opened unusually slow, revealing an empty hallway. 'This is just a game', 'It's not real', you tried reminding yourself as your heart beat uncontrollably inside your chest. You waited for a couple seconds before pressing the button for the first floor, praying that this stupid ritual hadn't actually worked. The doors shut and the elevator began to descend back to the first floor, allowing you to let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. "I guess the ritual failed guys," You lightly giggled talking into the camera, feeling relief wash over your whole body.

"Woah!" You yelped, almost dropping the camera as the elevator slightly dropped, the lights inside flickering. The screen above the door signaling that you were on the third floor. Before you knew it the elevator came to a halt, stopping dead in its tracks on the third floor.

"What? Oh no, no, no, no, no..." You whispered, panic rising inside of you as you dropped the camera to the floor and made your way to the control panel. You smashed the button for the first floor over and over again, hoping the elevator would start to move again. Nothing was happening however, the buttons not even lighting up when you pressed them. You began to reach into your back pocket for your phone, pulling it out to call Chris.

The dial tone played as you dropped to the floor in a seated position, legs shaking beneath you. After three rings Chris' voice filled your left ear, "Hey babe, why did you stop on the third floor? We were waiting for you to come back down-" He said quickly before you cut him off.

"Chris! The elevator is stuck! I don't know what to do, I'm freaking the fuck out!" Your breath became labored as you heaved in and out, feeling like no matter how much air you inhaled it wasn't reaching your lungs correctly. "Woah, woah. Okay, calm down please! Just breath alright? Listen to my breathing!" Chris instructed, knowing you were on the verge of a panic attack.

He let out slow, steady breaths of air while your vision began to blur with tears. Your head started to heat up and your ears began to ring, "I-I can't Chris... I can't breathe!" You huffed, clenching your hand over your aching heart.

"The elevators stuck, somebody go try and find someone to help!" You faintly heard Chris yell to the other boys, holding the phone away from his ear so it wasn't directed to you. "Yes you can, I believe in you babe. Nick is going to get some help, okay? Just hang in there." He continued to comfort you through the phone, coaching your breath back to normal as Nick found an employee. After five minutes, which felt like an eternity to you, the elevator doors where being pried open. The elevator had stopped just barely off center to the second floor, making the door inoperable on your side.

When the doors were finally opened you couldn't help but let the tears you had been containing fall, all the overwhelming fear catching up to your eyes. The employee held out a hand for you as you jumped the three foot distance onto the second floor lobby, landing slightly unsteady as the tears blurred your vision. Chris rushed over to you, faster than you had ever seen him move before, pulling you deep into his embrace.

"There, there, I got you. I got you, don't worry." He said, running his big hand through your hair. Your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, scared that he might disappear if you didn't hold him close. Tears stained his jacket sleeve as you buried your head into his shoulder. You both stayed like that for awhile, the others watching as you crumbled into Chris' arms.

Once you had finally cooled down, you all sat on some couches that were in the main lobby. You drank some water that Nick had brought for you as you stayed by Chris' side, his arm wrapped over your shoulders. "Y/n, I am so so sorry that the elevator got stuck. I had no idea that was going to happen and I feel horrible. I didn't realize you were scared of elevators." Sam apologized to you, feeling guilty that he had put you in this position in the first place.

"Sam, it's not your fault! How would you have known the elevator was going to get stuck?" You said sincerely, appreciating his apology even though he had nothing to do with the unfortunate situation.

"If you guys need to call it a night and go back to your hotel, we completely understand." Colby said, offering to end the night where it was instead of finishing out the investigation. "No, it's okay. I'm good now, really. There's no need to scrap the rest of the video just because of me." You reassured, wanting the boys to finish the video they had put so much effort into already.

"Are you sure?" Chris asked you.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now who's ready for the Estes Method?"

[earthpleasures]

SIMP OF CENTURY !

Percy Jackson x fem!child of nyx!reader

Summary: Your reserved personality sparked curious thoughts in Percy's mind for years. Whenever he tried to get close to you, it backfired on him. But Hero of Olympus was never taught to give up.

Warnings: swearing, reader described as having 'night-like dark eyes'

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I haven't watched the pjo show, which means Percy's character and looks are based off the books. Louis is just a fan cast. I adore Walker, and I think he's such a good actor. So if you wish to imagine Percy as show Percy, you're free to do so! <3

dividers by: @benkeibear

"when I saw her walking down the street

she looked so fine, I just had to speak.

i asked her name but she turned away"

- mmm yeah by austin mahone, pitbull.

Everyone in the Camp Half-blood liked Percy Jackson, the most influential figure of the Second Titan War. Y/n did too, but not in the way young boy wanted. She saw him as a hero, no more of that. Which made Percy yap about her next to Annabeth's ear. Blonde could swear goddamn Seaweed Brain had no fucking dignity when it comes to Y/n. 

Being one of the children of Nyx, she was powerful. She was powerful yet in the background. He still remembered the scary ass encounter he had with her mother, Goddess of Night warning him to stay away from her daughter. 

Percy ‘impertinent’ Jackson never obeyed a word of Gods, said goddess being a primordial goddess didn't change his view of Immortals. Of course he was a little scared though, not of a goddess but of an angry and protective mother.

“To left! TO LEFT! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS FORGET ABOUT Y/N!?” Connor screamed his lungs out as Y/n ran to the red flag. Her keeping quiet for most of the game caused all other red team members to forget about the girl's presence. 

Percy took a breath as he charged towards her. His sword touched her back, threatening her to step away from the flag. “C'mon, stars. We both know how this is gonna end.” She wet her lips and sighed. “Yeah, whatever.” She stepped away from the flag. Percy was about to smirk with victory when she rushed towards the flag again. 

Without thinking a second, he threw his body over hers, preventing her from grabbing handle. “What the fuck Jackson!?” Her angry voice rang through the area as they rolled on the soil together. His legs straddled her. “Looks like we ended up on top of each other again.” He said, referring to all other games. Y/n narrowed her eyes as her lower suddenly lifted from the ground and threw the boy over her body. “Arrogant bastard.”

She ran to the flag without allowing herself to catch her breath, leaving Percy behind who's groaning with pain on his back. “Damn, girl. It hurted.” He mumbled as he stood up. Last thing he saw was Y/n smirking at him with her knuckles wrapped around the handle of the red flag. She let herself fall into the shadows of the flag tower and mix into the darkness. 

She was only child of Nyx that could shadow travel properly and was allowed use it only once during game since it would be unfair to other campers and game wouldn't really have a meaning as long as she played. And of course she kept it for this moment. 

He cursed as he heard the honk announce the victors, tearing a few pieces of grass and throwing them to air. “Well, at least we had physical contact…” He pouted, trying to console himself.

“Hey, what's up, stars? Drawing the moon again? Can I see it? Please?” He spoke quickly, afraid she would disappear into darkness as usual. Girl looked up to him from her sketchbook. Sparks of little stars illuminated her night-like dark eyes, passed to her from Nyx. 

“Don't you have better things to do, Jackson? Training new kids, doing your shit as one of the ‘Counselors’? Or better, go mourn your loss and your back.” 

Her voice was bitter as ever. Y/n didn't really have any friends in camp. It wasn't that she had distaste for others, socializing wasn't her thing at all. However she never acted rude when someone reached her for help. Only ‘friends’ she had were her siblings. Being their counselor, they had to speak to their oldest sister even if they didn't want to.

He narrowed his eyes. “That's rude. You almost broke a few of my ribs.” Y/n raised her eyebrows with eraser on her hand. She spoke while getting rid of a crocked line from the white paper. 

“Sounds like a you problem, my ribs seem to be perfectly fine.”

“And also, looking at my schedule, I have all day for you.” He smiled, green eyes reflecting the sunshine. She gave him an uninterested stare. “Good for you then?” Percy knew damn well that expression on her face. She's going to disappear again. He exclaimed her name. His fingers wrapped around her wrist before she became one with shadows. 

He shadow traveled before, he knew the feeling. But it didn't relax his senses as his reflexes screamed to kick and escape. When they arrived at their destination, it was dark everywhere. His brows furrowed unintentionally. “Where are we?” Y/n looked really troubled with his presence being next to her. “What the hell is wrong with you!? Why would you stick to my wrist like a leech!?” He smirked at her distressed state. 

“Only a leech for your attention.” He winked.

“If you keep talking like a fuckboy, you will experience my affection right on your cheek in a very violent way.”  

“Yes ma'am.” 

He put his hands to his hips as he inspected their surroundings. Giant green pine trees were surrounding them, not a sound coming from the forest besides wind hitting branches. “So, back to my previous question, where are we?”

She bit her lower lip as if she didn't wanna answer the question asked. “Uh, we're kind of… on the other side of the world?” Percy's face went completely blank. “What?” 

“We're in a country where it's night right now.” He stared at the moon shining above them, the weather was clear enough to see the stars with bare eyes. “Really? That's quite exciting, which country are we in?” She thought for a second.

“Turkey.” He couldn't help but snort. She pressed her lips together at the strange choking sound he let out. “If you're going to make that immature ass joke I am gonna leave you here and never come back.” He tried to retain his serious look after hearing her not-so-fully-threat sentence. He knew she would actually leave him here with no mercy. 

“Okay, okay. Jokes aside, this forest is the definition of peace.” She looked around them, smiling at the beautiful view while inhaling the clear oxygen. “Beautiful places are always hidden by the ugliness of metropolises.” His gaze locked on her rarely seen eased-up face. “Yeah, it's beautiful…” 

“I travel to places where it's night whenever I feel the pressure of a stressful day or when I am trying to escape your boyish remarks.” Percy put a hand on his chest and fake gasped. “How dare you call them boyish? I put my whole heart into them!” She let out a low toned giggle, keeping quiet to not to disturb the rest of the animals. 

“I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Jackson. I haven't noticed that you poured your heart into wasted attempts of flirting.” Percy sat on a fallen log, tip of his foot digging into fresh soil. “They're not wasted attempts. Nothing is wasted when I do it for you.” 

For the first in their years of banters, Y/n was taken aback. “I… appreciate your efforts Percy. But I just don't get what makes me so valuable in your eyes. I am not the strongest swordsman in camp, or the most beautiful girl around. I don't return your flirts or compliments. It's strange to see you never give up on… me.” 

Percy looked into the depths of her eyes, green eyes holding more than just interest ignited in his heart. “I don't care about how beautiful or how strong you're. I care about who you are. I care about the girl who can't help but chuckle when she sees owls flying around her, I care about the girl who helps anyone in need of her, I care about the girl who makes incredible drawings.” With languid movements, he stood up from the log he was settled on. His calloused hands gently reached to her, fingers interlocking with hers.

“I always kept my efforts on you because you never said anything about me harassing you. If I ever sensed you being uncomfortable around me to the point you can't stand my presence, I would've stopped. Hope kept me going.” Her confused expression softened as his sentences progressed. She could feel her eyes watering, tears were ready to overflow and roll down on her cheeks. 

“Percy…” His finger rubbed her palm, grayness from the pencil smearing his thumb too. “I am so sorry Y/n. For making you feel distressed in a place where you should be secure from all threats. I've never been flawless and i-” 

His eyes shoot open when soft, cold lips pressed against his. Her hands clutched on his orange t-shirt, eyes closed as she let herself get lost in sensation. Soon enough, he came to his senses too, hands flying to cup her cheeks. 

When they parted he laid her forehead against hers, she let out a chuckle. “You look so red, like my rose drawings.” He embraced her, not giving an answer to her teasing. All he needed was to feel her skin against his and inhale the scent he has been longing for years. His face buried on the crook of her neck. “Y/n?” 

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Yes?” 

“I think I am gonna faint cause my heart is beating abnormally fast.” 

“What- PERCY! OH MY GODS!” 

Her shock filled shriek echoed through the whole forest, six feet tall Percy Jackson collapsed on her. “Are you kidding me!?” She did the first thing that came into her mind, took him back to Camp Half-blood.

Percy opened his eyes, the ceiling of the cabin welcomed him. “Fuck, it was all a dream again.”

“Woah, you dream about me?” 

Young boy let out an almost girlish scream as he pulled his blanket over his chest like he tried to protect his pudicity. Y/n grimaced. “Goddammit Percy, roosters are amateurs next to you.” His ragged breath slowed down when he saw the very face that was the star of his ‘dream’. 

“You aren't dreaming, I kissed you, so-”

“WE'RE DATING NOW!?” 

And that was how all residents of Camp Half-blood learned about their relationship.

Upcoming days, Percy was like a limb of her. Eighty percent of his time was spent with her, the other twenty percent he was yapping about her to Grover and the rest of the Seven. 

Contrary to what she thought, days turned weeks, weeks turned months, months turned years. Percy kept torturing everyone around him about his girlfriend, his fiancée and his wife. 

And maybe they weren't Immortal, but through generations, Camp Half-blood remembered the lovesick couple of 21th century.

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[melsdinner]

I personally welcome back definitelyarealgirlnotabot6969 she’s always checking in on me wondering if I’ll click this random link for her.

the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing

[stillfoodforguys]

Austin is a friend of mine with an interesting job. He runs a survival training program, where he’ll take people out into the wilderness and teach them some new skills one-on-one. I know a few people who signed up, but I’ve never heard any review from them afterwards. In fact, I can’t actually recall hearing back from them at all. Anyway, I finally agreed to join the course myself one day.

Austin is definitely the kind of guy you could trust to keep you safe out in the wild. He was a tall dude with immensely muscular arms and pecs, and a thick solid midsection that suggested he’d been bulking up recently. After a long morning of clambering through the cliffs and trees, we took a short break by the river. When I asked him what to do about food, he wrapped a bulging arm around me and held me beneath one of his musky pits while he gestured out to the natural scene around us.

“Out here you’ll have to forage and hunt, eat whatever you can find to keep your energy up. Even your fellow explorers make a good source of food!”

When I turned to face Austin in surprise at his comment, my eyes were met with a gaping maw, baring his teeth and tongue at me that glistened with drool. My head was quickly engulfed and forced down his throat, and I felt his rough hands grab my waist to start stuffing me deeper. I tried to thrash around, but he was way too powerful for me to stand a chance at stopping him. Each gulp squeezed my body through his gullet with crushing force, his tongue lathering me up while he savoured the raw taste of my skin.

Soon I was fully packed inside Austin’s muscle gut, every inch of me gently throbbing with pain and overwhelmed by his sweltering body heat. It was even worse when he clenched his abs to force out a massive burp, which fortunately knocked me out so I didn’t have to deal with the agony much longer.

“Ahh that’s the stuff, you’ll offer me all the nutrition I need!” I can’t imagine how many people have already been churned up inside Austin’s stomach, but I’m sure I won’t be the last.

[mickandmusings]

i. true blue

part one of the 'hangman & honey' series!

summary: The summer he turned nine, Jake was convinced he'd spend it like any other summer: riding his bike down dirt roads with all the other kids, lending a helping hand on the family farm, and brushing up on his backyard football. His life hits a tailspin when a new family moves into the house just down the road, leading him to a friendship and feelings he never saw coming.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cute childhood friends to lovers, small sections of angst, tragic backstories and southern traditions. primarily self indulgent. this is written by someone from the most southern small town imaginable, so it's written with love as an ode to my own hometown, enjoy. <3

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In the great state of Texas, just a few hours south of Austin, sits a small town called Haven. It was a fitting name for a town so picturesque-miles and miles of endless farmland, stunning sunsets and sunrises, and the beauty of the state's flora and fauna. However, in all it's Southern small-town glory, it was home to little else. There was the hub of activity 'downtown'-the one school system, a family-owned restaurant, a convenience store, the First Baptist Church of Haven, and a hair salon. On the outskirts of Haven sat a large patch of barbed-wire fenced farmland, one that spanned most of the remaining parts of the small town, more than the eye could see. It was large enough to have its own unpaved road-Seresin Farm Road-and was home to only one house, the Seresin family house.

The Seresin family had owned the land long before the turn of the century, and had been passed down from generation to generation ever since. The Seresin's owned much of Haven to begin with, their farmland excluded. Most of the businesses rented their buildings from Jacob Seresin Sr., with the exception of the school system and the church. Despite their seemingly looming hand of ownership, you'd never know they held power at all. Mrs. Janet Seresin-first lady of the Seresin estate-was known as the town egg lady, always more than happy to pass out dozens of Styrofoam cartons free of charge. She held the unofficial prize of having the best homemade ice cream in all of Haven, and anyone in the small town would attest. Jacob Seresin Sr.-head of the Seresin farm and Janet's husband-was regarded in the same warm fashion. You could find him driving up and down the main street in his trusty red farm truck, often loaded with feed or some kind of good necessary to keep his place up and running. He'd stop and talk to anyone and everyone, literally everyone, he knew. He had been the one to help nearly everyone in his community rebuild after natural disasters, always willing to help someone in need, never asking for anything in return. The Seresin's were Haven's unofficial first family, leaders of sorts, in the small town.

Their son, Jacob Seresin Jr., was elusive and a topic nearly everyone knew to avoid. He had been raised on the family farm, attended the local school, lived and breathed the same life as everyone else, but found himself itching for more. He quickly fell into trouble with the local law, and with a last name like Seresin, he got away with mostly everything, which, perhaps, was his greatest downfall. He had gotten his high school girlfriend-a sweet local girl named Georgia Joann Smith-pregnant their senior year. When she broke the news, he'd taken off in his truck to Kentucky, where it was rumored he still was, looking for something he could never find. Nine months later, Jacob Thomas Seresin III, or 'Jake' as he preferred, was born, healthy, all ten fingers and toes. Just hours after birth, his mother fell gravely ill, and made her own swift exit in death. She left behind only one thing-her son. Jacob Sr. and Janet took him in with no questions asked, raising him as any grandparent would. Jake, luckily, seemed to inherit more of his mother than his father. His blonde hair gleamed in the Texas sun, turning almost gold in the heat-filled summers. His green eyes held his kindness-a sharp contrast to his father's dark brown eyes that seemed to only hold his anger. Jake bore Georgia's gentle soul, her wide smile and her witty personality, she lived on in Jake entirely. So when the new family moved into the empty house at the end of Seresin Farm Road, Janet had zero hesitations in sending Jake down to welcome their new neighbors to Haven. She'd spent the entire morning making homemade bread, having to occasionally swat away Jake's hands from the counter or tell him to completely get out of the kitchen while the loaves cooled. After lunch, she handed him a well-wrapped loaf and gave him instructions to take it to the newcomers, which Jake did without complaint. He'd placed the bread into the metal basket attached to his royal blue bike, trekking down their long and winding driveway. When he'd arrived nearly ten minutes later, he had parked his bike on the edge of the lawn, against a towering oak tree. He made a point to kick the dirt off his shoes, not wanting to track it onto the seemingly freshly painted, white wrap-around porch. He lifts his first to wrap against the door, one with a glass cut-out, much different than the screen door on his farmhouse. He fixed his windswept hair in the reflection of the window, remembering Granny's words of always looking well put together when meeting new people. The door's lock clicked, and when Jake looked up to see the man or lady of the house, he instead had to look down, finding a girl who couldn't be much younger than him. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at him, hair pushed out of her face with colorful butterfly shaped clips. Her eyes were captivating, and all of Jake's intended Southern charm had flown out the window. She smiles shyly at Jake, wondering why this stranger was on her porch.

"Uh, this is for you-or,uh-your parents," his arm extends the bread as he stammered. "My Granny made it, we live at the farm on the end of the road, we-uh, she-wanted to invite you to the neighborhood. I'm Jake."

Jake stuck out a clammy hand for her to shake, and winced internally. His Pawpaw would be reprimanding him if he saw this-it wasn't polite to make a lady shake your hand. Shaking hands was for business deals, and Jake had just shook her hand like she'd bought his show heifer. Jake's mind was clouded for a reason he couldn't explain, and he wasn't thinking straight. The girl blushed and smiled slightly.

"I'm Honey," her voice was quiet but pronounced. "That's not actually my name, but everyone calls me Honey, so, you can call me Honey. Um, is your house the one with the big magnolia tree in the front?"

Jake nodded quickly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with something Jake couldn't make out. Quietness settled over them before Honey spoke again.

"Is that your bike?" Honey points at his bike leaning against the tree.

"Yeah! Most kids ride their bikes everywhere here."

"C-Could I ride with you, maybe?" Her voice was suddenly shy, no longer meeting Jake's eyes. "It's just summer and I-I don't know anyone yet and-"

"Yes!" Jake cut her off, and mentally scolded himself, but as Honey flashed him a wide smile he couldn't find himself caring. She tossed the bread on the table just inside the door, slid on her purple jelly sandals and shut the door behind her. She led Jake to the empty garage, only full of empty moving boxes and a bright yellow bike. As she led them out of the garage and towards the edge of the yard, Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.

"Shouldn't you let your momma know you left, leave her a note or somethin'?"

Honey's eyes cut to her feet, her smile fading.

"She won't care, I'll be back before she will. S-She's a nurse, works the night shift at the old folks home in the next town over."

Jake nodded but said nothing, pedaling off on his own bike to lead her back down to his farm.

From that moment on, Jake and Honey were practically inseparable. The entire summer was spent with a blue bike parked next to a yellow one, swimming in the creek behind Jake's house, and running around the farm with nothing but their imagination and makeshift stick swords. Jake's Border Collie, John Wayne, became a frightening dragon of their imagination, and Honey taught Jake how to make flower crowns from the wildflowers in the fields. Janet had grown fond of looking out her front window to see Honey sitting next to Jake under her magnolia tree, reading her Boxcar Children book as much as she could with Jake chattering next to her. Even when Jake was busy with his farm chores, Honey would sit placidly under the tree, enjoying the occasional breeze as she read her book of the week. After the long summer, Jacob Sr. had started referring to it as "Honey's tree," and he'd laugh to himself every time he saw the girl sitting quietly under it. Both Janet and Jacob Sr. loved having the sweet but shy girl around, especially when they found out that she spent most of her time alone in that house down the road. On the last night before summer ended, Jake and Honey sat under the tree, swatting at mosquitoes as the Texas sun set. Jake looked over at Honey, who had finally put her book down, and asked:

"Why do you like this tree so much?"

She smiled a smile that Jake knew to be half-hearted and brought her knees to her chest, her chin resting on her kneecaps.

"It reminds me of home."

Honey had moved from her tiny town in Mississippi that summer, and she often talked of her home there, the friends and family she'd left behind, how her mother had left when her grandmother died, looking for a fresh start.

"My Gram had a tree like this in her yard, and she'd babysit me when Mom worked," Honey's eyes rested on the ground, where she was picking grass from the ground around her bare feet. "She'd read to me a lot, and it was my favorite place in the world. Sometimes when I read here it sort of feels like I never left."

Jake simply nodded, thinking of the mother he'd only met in pictures, and the grandparents he wouldn't trade for the world's richest man. Neither of them spoke a word about the statement she made, but they understood what it meant to both of them. Even at age nine, Jake was in love with the girl next door, even if he didn't know it yet. From the first year they met and every year after, Jake and Honey found themselves under the magnolia blossoms. Well, almost every year...

As the budding teens entered into their freshman year at Haven High School, the differences between their personalities became more apparent than ever. Jake was the ideal all-American southern boy: athletic, outgoing, someone who guys high-fived in the hallway, and one that girls would be late to class just to get a glimpse of. Jake was never one to let the attention get to his head, at least not too much. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and, sure, he could be cocky at times, but he was never the one to bully those completely different from him. Someone like Honey. Honey had always been quiet, shy by nature, and the very definition of an advanced student. She was beloved by her teachers, but not as well received by her classmates. With a town as small as Haven, it was either incredibly easy or incredibly hard to make friends, and for Honey, it seemed to be the latter. It wasn't as if Honey was perpetually odd-she wasn't homely or weird, just quiet. Jake was the only one who knew about her boisterous laugh that could be prompted with his corny jokes, or her wild streak, like sneaking into his bedroom window after she and her mother got into yet another fight.

At the beginning of the school year, she spent her breaks talking to Jake, and she sat next to him at lunch. He'd let her ramble about her current read, and he'd talk about yesterday's football practice. She'd leave with the promise to come around for dinner, Mrs. Janet was making her favorite. However, when football season started, and Jake had made an infamous saving play at one of the first few games, he had peaked in popularity. Honey found herself on the outside of his swarm of new friends, listening to him talk to his football buddies while the girls that followed shot her sympathetic or lethal glances. She'd ignored it at first, simply enjoying her paperback until Jake could spare himself a minute to talk to her. Eventually, the bell would sound before she even got the chance to say 'hello' to him, and, with her heart suddenly heavy, she'd make her way to class. The routine lasted for weeks and she'd find herself waiting by the phone, figuring Jake would call her after football practice, but she'd only be greeted with silence through the night. After the second week of no contact, she decided to leave Jake and his new friends to their own devices, opting to sit in the library for breaks, taking her lunch in the empty courtyard. It was like Jake hadn't noticed her absence at all, at least in her mind, but Jacob Sr. and Janet noticed immediately. They had missed her bright aura that lit up their farmhouse, watching as she greeted the dogs as she parked her now lilac bike in the driveway. Janet missed her companionship as Honey would watch her sew patches onto Jacob Sr. and Jake's clothes, and her husband missed catching up with her over dinner. The only time they'd see her anymore would be on Friday nights, at Jake's games. She'd sit in the bleachers with them, decked out in her navy blue and gold, watching intently as the boys in jerseys made their way up and down the field. At the end of the game, she'd say her goodbyes before Jake would find his grandparents and they wouldn't see her until the following Friday. In typical grandparent fashion, Janet had assumed Jake had done something. Her grandson was kind, gentlemanly, but he also had a sharp tongue and a big head, which he sometimes used in malice. So, over dinner one Thursday, Janet finally dipped her toes into the water.

"Maybe you should talk to Honey after the game tomorrow, she always seems to slip away before you two get to catch up."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his mouth, looking up at his grandmother.

"Honey? At a football game? Granny, I don't really think that's her scene. She hates when we have a pep rally at school, I don't think she's going to a football game voluntarily."

Jacob Sr. and Janet give each other a knowing look across the table.

"How blind are ya, son?" Jacob Sr.'s voice is accusatory.

Jake looks up from his plate, looking over at his grandfather with a confused look.

"She's been at every game this season, Jake," his grandmother's voice speaks, much softer than her husbands. "She sits next to us in the stands. When was the last time you two talked? Just the two of you?"

Jake scoffs at his grandmother's accusation, his head shaking as he tried to wrack his brain for the last time he'd talked to his best friend.

"Maybe a week or so ago, I-I can't remember."

"That's a damn shame," Jacob Sr.'s voice grumbled. "She's a sweet girl, smart too. I know she doesn't run the same circles as you and your new buddies, but she's a good friend Jake, and you're treatin' her as if she doesn't exist. She still comes to all of those games. I'm not tellin' you what to do, but maybe give her a call, and pray to the Lord above that she wants to talk to your dumb ass."

Jake's heart sank as he carried out his nightly farm chores that night, thinking of how he had treated Honey. He knew what the other girls in the group said about her, how she was 'quiet' and 'weird,' often making comments that were completely false or disrespectful. Jake always shut the comments down, but found himself not bothering to talk to the one person who had always been there for him. Was it his fear of his new friends thinking he was weird? Did he think he wouldn't be surrounded by his football buddies if they saw him talking to someone like Honey? As Jake shut the barn door, he sighed, deciding he didn't care about either. Honey had been his friend for years, long before high school or popularity, or stupid teenage rules. She'd never changed, she was still the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. That night, as he sat by the phone thinking of what to say, he'd heard the faintest knock on his door. He figured it was his Granny coming to tell him goodnight, so he made quick work of making his way to the door and flinging it open. Instead of his grandmother, Honey stood in front of him. She held an algebra textbook in her arms, her eyes never meeting his, her arms crossed protectively. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, tear streaks staining her cheeks. She'd been crying, and Jake knew Honey all too well, her tears had nothing to do with the algebra assignment. Something had happened to her.

"Uh, hey, I-I know it's late, and I didn't want to bother you, but I've been workin' on this stupid algebra assignment for three hours, and i-it's not making a lick of sense. You-You're the only person I know who could help me, so if you could just show me how to do one, I'll be out of your hair. I know you have a game tomorrow, and you should really sleep-"

Honey was rambling, picking the skin around her fingernails, she was nervous. It shattered his heart in his chest, he could never remember a time when she was nervous around him.

"No, no, you're fine, Honey. C'mere."

He opened the door wide for her to come in. She nodded in thanks, hovering awkwardly in the space between his bed and his desk. Any other time she'd plop herself down on his plaid comforter, all but curling into the sheets and falling asleep. Now, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't spoken to him in weeks, and he was different now. He wasn't just Jake, her Jake, he was Jake Seresin, up and coming star of their hometown football team, someone that a person like her should avoid in the hallway, someone that shouldn't even be talking to her.

He pushed the chair of his desk out for her, figuring she'd feel more comfortable there. She laid her textbook and notebook out flat, opening the book to the dozens of equations she couldn't make out. Honey was incredibly smart, but as her math classes advanced, she found herself staring at her own notes in utter confusion.

"Um, so, this is on polynomials," she started. "But I couldn't even tell you what a fuckin' polynomial is and I'm starting to lose my mind."

Jake quickly noted the physical manifestation of her worry-her hair messy with the way she had been running her hands through it, the chipped nail polish on her nails, and her chewing on her bottom lip. His heart ached, how had he not noticed her struggling? They were in the same class, she sat two chairs in front of him.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

She didn't even spare him a look.

"It's not your fault I'm stupid, Jake."

Jake took her arm in a light hold, turning her to look at him.

"I'm not talkin' about algebra, and you're not stupid, first of all. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm talkin' about the way I've been actin'. It's not fair to you, I've been an ass. I've been ignoring you at school, treatin' you as if you aren't even there. You've come to all my games and I didn't even know. Thanks for that, by the way, but, I mean it, Honey. I'm sorry."

Honey shrugs, her face sprouting a faint pink blush.

"'S fine, people grow up, move on. You don't have to apologize for leaving me for people more like-minded. I get it, I don't necessarily fit the mold of your new friend group. It's okay. They seem to really like you though, and you seem happy. Plus Sam is...she's pretty. I get why you wouldn't want me hanging around."

"Sam?" Jake's voice was confused. Sam was a cheerleader, and she was friends with the girlfriends of his teammates. They had a passing conversation from time to time, but they weren't dating. "What're you talkin' about?"

Honey's brow furrowed, tapping her pencil's eraser against her book.

"Sam Vance told me like the third or fourth week of school that you were together, around the same time we stopped talking. I just assumed that was why you didn't want to talk anymore. It's sort of the reason I've kept my distance."

Jake's blood boiled, he was not dating Sam Vance. She was heinously mean, even to her own 'friends.'

"Honey," Jake started, his eyes full of sympathy, his flash of anger flickering. "I'm not dating her, not by a long shot. I don't know why she lied to you, I've never said more than a few sentences to one another, she's...mean. She's vicious, I'm sorry."

Honey's head only shook in a nonchalant manner. She was good at this, pushing people away, Jake had noticed it over the years. After years of practically raising herself, those she loved either abandoning her or leaving her in death, she expected everyone to leave. Honey herself knew that someday Jake would leave her, just like everyone else, so when he pulled away, she didn't bother trying to stop it, no matter how it hurt.

"Stop that. I know what I did was shitty, and it seemed like I didn't want you there, but this isn't me dumping you off, Honey. I swear. And I know something's wrong, you're not crying because of a homework assignment. If it's because of what happened between us, I'll do anythin' to make it up to you-"

Honey's bottom lip trembles, her eyes lining with tears as she shakes her head. She looks up at Jake, pain clouding her usually kind eyes.

"You don't have to worry about me, Jake."

"No I don't," he stated honestly. "I want to, Honey. You're my best friend, and you're hurtin'. You may not need me, but I want to help you. I know I haven't been a good friend, the worst actually, but talk to me, please."

Honey looks at her lap, bringing her knees to her chest in an action of protection Jake was familiar with-every time she has to get vulnerable, it's her defensive action, as if curling up in a ball would save her from hurt.

"For what it's worth," Honey started, her voice small and quiet. "I really don't understand polynomials, like, at all. But you're right, it's more than that." She pauses and takes a deep breath, Jake's heart shattering. Her inability to speak freely, the bags under her eyes, her nervous habit at the forefront-he'd never seen her so tired, so heavy.

"About a week ago, I came home and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I mean, all of it, her bedroom was completely empty. She left a note on the kitchen table." Her eyes focus on the Cowboys poster on the back of Jake's door, her eyes dulling. "She decided to move in with her boyfriend, and he-he doesn't even know she has a child, so she left the house for me. Which is fine, we never got along anyway, it's just been...lonely. She pays the bills and leaves money, so it's not like I'm fending for myself, but, it just really sucks she doesn't really care about me. I guess it shouldn't, but-" She pauses, eyes dazed out, silent tears running down her cheeks. "Sorry for the soapbox, I just, it all is piling up, and now I'm crying over polynomials." She laughs dryly. "Just, God I've missed you, Jake. I sort of pushed myself away from you because I thought you'd found people you'd rather spend your time with. I'm nothing like you interest wise, and-"

"Stop putting yourself down, I won't stand for it." Jake looks at her as she laughs in a quiet manner, hands wiping away her silent tears. Jake moves directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I mean it. You're ten times cooler than any of them. Most of the guys on the team, pretty laid back, cool, but all they ever want to talk about is football and how hot so-and-so is, and their girlfriends? Worse, by a thousand, at least most of them. I'd like to think I'm not that shallow, right?"

Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but shallow was not one of them.

"Please hang out with me tomorrow? I'll have Granny pick you up for school. You and I are going to talk until the bell rings, you've got to catch me up on that Scarlett girl in that book you were reading last time we talked. I'm sitting with you at lunch because Granny made me promise to bring you lunch, and you gotta catch me up on last week's Dawson's Creek episode. Then I'll see you at the game, and we can swing by The Burger Basket, you, me, burgers, fries, a strawberry shake for you and a chocolate one for me."

Honey laughed, nodding her head, her heart warming as she heard Jake ask for the things she thought he found annoying-her ranting about the books she was reading, or the TV shows she was watching. She wiped her tears, standing and hugging the blonde boy who knew her better than herself sometimes. Her chest felt lighter, it felt good to be known so incredibly well. He squeezed her tight before she let go. (Jake never, ever, let go first.) She sits back in the desk chair, sliding in next to Jake, her head falling on his shoulder.

"So," she spoke after a moment of silence. "Polynomials?"

Jake chuckles.

"Let's make a deal, Hon. I explain to you how to solve these equations, and you explain to me what the hell Shakespeare is talking about in those English assignments for Mrs. Elmer's class?"

Honey laughs, she and Jake were both good students, but in two very different subjects.

"You've got yourself a deal, J."

Jake smirks, taking the pencil that sat in the crevice of the book, his scratchy handwriting across her paper as he attempted to explain. In a matter of minutes, Honey began to understand, a smile forming as she grasped the concepts. Jake's green eyes met hers in the light of his desk lamp, glimmering, and the breath in his chest catches, his heart hammering. His palms sweat around the pencil and he can't look away from her.

"You alright, Seresin?" Honey's voice is laced with humor, and it snaps him out of his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

Jake had lied, he had just realized, for the first time since Jake had known Honey, he was beginning to see her as something more than just his best friend. When he looked at Honey, he noticed something he'd never noticed before, she was beautiful.

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[rudysbby]

One shot Masterlist

Harry Styles

Worked Up - *

Good Girl - *

Marauders

James Remus Sirius

Mike Myers

First Time For Everything*

[rhaenella]

idk if ur reqs are open but im obsessed with ur account. i was wondering if u could do a smau of any driver (other than danny ric) x pbr!reader. like shes the only woman to ever compete at NFR in bull riding. shes also 19 and doesnt ride with a helmet (just a cowboy hat) shes also like yhe biggest rodeo barbie you could imagine.

Firstly, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to work on your request, end of the year stuff and other wips got in the way 🫠 Anyways, I decided on Max for this because I almost immediately thought of him and his little Texas outfit 🥰 Also, I have to admit that my (non-American) knowledge of professional bull riding consisted primarily of The Longest Ride so excuse any inaccuracies, but I tried my best to read up on it! That being said, I hope it’s to your liking :) 

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MV1 | Season of Champions

pairing: max verstappen x pbr!reader

genre: social media au

summary: you and max are each other's biggest supporters as max tries to secure his 3rd world championship title, whilst you're fighting for your 1st in a previously all male dominated sport

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mv.y/nupdates: Tomorrow our girl can secure one of the few select spots in the NFR finals!!! Unfortunately Max can’t be there due to his own race in Qatar, but we’ll be sure to cheer them both on ❤️

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user1: they’re gonna kill it on both sides of the atlantic

user2: POWER COUPLE

user3: omg i hope y/n wins 🙏 she deserves this so much

user4: my alarm is set for 4 am to support y/n 🫡

user5: are you taking a nap between their races??

user4: lol obviously

user5: same 😂 it’s a tough life stanning max & y/n

7 October

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pbr: y/n y/l/n becomes the first woman in history to qualify for the NFR finals in Las Vegas in December! Congrats on this incredible achievement, y/n. See you in Sin City⚡️

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user6: OMG SHE DID IT ❤️❤️❤️

user7: i’m so proud of her, i’ve literally been here since day 1

user8: remember when she used to do rodeo and everyone told her she could never go into pbr… look at her NOW 🔥

user9: she gave her hat to the little girl in the front row 😭❤️

user10: yep i cried

user11: y/n is not only the best, she is the SWEETEST

8 October

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y/n: There aren’t words to describe how it feels to finally have my childhood dream come true. I’m not gonna lie, it was a tough road, especially as a female in this industry. Working my way up through rodeo to where I am today: a NFR finalist!! It’s a real pinch me moment… Little me would be ecstatic (just like present me 🙈) To all the other little girls that share the same passion & dream, it’s possible! Never stop believing in yourself ❤️ Now, let’s get that trophy!!!

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maxverstappen1: My girl 😍 You’ve 100% got this 💪

y/n: Thank you baby 🥰 But first, Texas!

landonorris: GET INNN

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lewishamilton: Legend in the making 🤍

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user12: you’re gonna inspire so many girls to follow their dreams 🧡

user13: ✨role model✨

user14: soooo… idk if anyone’s seen the other finalists but she’s going to absolutely annihilate the competition just saying

user15: fr, they ain’t ready

8 October

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f1: Howdy, y’all, it’s race week 🤠 Austin, here we come! 🇺🇸

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y/n: Looking sharp sheriffs!

carlossainz55: Muchas gracias

charles_leclerc: Have to look our best this weekend, don’t we?

y/n: I wonder who for 🤔

charles_leclerc: 😉

user16: UHM FLIRTY MUCH??

user17: easy there sharl, she’s taken 💀

user18: cota the soap opera, i’m here for it

16 October

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y/n: Switching my bull gear for that other bull gear 💙 COTA LET’S GOOO

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maxverstappen1: Blue looks good on you

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danielricciardo: Yeeeeehaaawwww

redbullracing: Team Bull. Always.

y/n: Hell yeah!!

user19: you can pull off literally anything 😍

user20: y/n is at cota this weekend!!!!!

user21: omfg finally some y/n & max content

user22: we’ve been STARVED

user21: exactly 🥲

user23: GIRL WAIT YOU SWITCHED TO THE CAP??

y/n: Don’t worry!! It was only for the pic 😊

user23: oh thank god

18 October

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19 October

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maxverstappen1: Austin ready 🇺🇸💪

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y/n: There were so many cool hats to choose from but he insisted on wearing mine…😈

landonorris: Initiating the cowboy hat rule just in time before the race… Clever girl

alex_albon: Oooohh everybody watch out

schecoperez: 😂😂😂

y/n: You know it ;)

maxverstappen1: Wait what?

landonorris: Nothing, mate 🤠 You’ll find out soon enough

user24: BYEEEE AHAHAHA

user25: y/n and the whole grid ganging up on max 😭

user26: he’s so oblivious i love it

19 October

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f1: VERSTAPPEN WINS AT COTA! 🏆

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user27: 🔥🔥🔥

user28: the goat does it again

user29: little sad that max didn’t wear the cowboy hat on the podium tho

user30: lmao y/n is probably as well

22 October

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y/n: WHAT. A. WEEKEND. 15th win of the season & 50th altogether!!!🥇Proud of you Maxie 😘😘

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maxverstappen1: Love you 😘

user31: MAXIE??? i’m sobbing

user32: i need to know all her nicknames for him NOW

user33: and i need her to be at every one of his races

user34: same she fitted right in with the crew in the pitbox, joking around and everything :’)

user33: truly one of the few wags who are actually into the sport…

22 October

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maxverstappen1: It’s incredible to win my 50th Grand Prix here today. I feel very proud to achieve this! Amazing job by everyone in the team 👏 And special thank you to y/n, the hat indeed brought us luck!

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y/n: Always trust the hat, you should wear it more often

maxverstappen1: Unfortunately we cannot all break the helmet rules

y/n: 🙄

user35: lmao y/n is like you either die trying or you don’t try at all

user36: she has an aesthetic to look after 💅🏼

y/n: 🤣 You got it!

user36: OMG OMG

user37: BROOO

user38: well at least we’ve got that confirmed now

22 October

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23 October

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23 October

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mv1jet: Verstappen’s jet just touched ground! 🛬 Nevada, United States of America 🇺🇸

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user39: oh god everyone get ready

user40: this can only mean 1 thing

user41: MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN, 3-TIME F1 WORLD CHAMPION, COMING TO SUPPORT HIS GIRL AT THE BIGGEST PBR EVENT OF THE YEAR HELLO YES I AM SAT

28 November

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wranglernfr: Today marks the start of the 65th NFR Finals! Newcomer and fan favorite y/n y/l/n has a good shot at winning the championship this week. However, will she decide to adhere to the mandatory helmet regulations or will she risk disqualification and still wear her self-proclaimed good luck hat? We’ll find out soon, folks. Stay tuned!

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user42: i bet she keeps to her aesthetic

user43: oh def, she basically said it herself already

user44: but but but would they really disqualify her when she wins…??

user45: technically it is against the rules to ride without a helmet during the nfr’s so… yeah they might

user44: 😥😥

user46: please y/n don’t jeopardize it all 😩

2 December

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11 December

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wranglernfr: NFR 2023 Champion y/n y/l/n⚡️Despite sticking to her famous but controversial cowboy hat, y/n becomes the 65th winner in Las Vegas at just nineteen, beating the runnerup and last year’s champion Billy Youngster!

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user47: SHE DID IT!!!! 💪🔥

user48: i’m bursting with pride i’m so happy for her 🥰🥰🥰

mv.y/nupdates: two world champions this is almost too good to be true 😭❤️

user49: their christmas is gonna be one helluva party

user50: well deserved, that billy kid had it coming

user51: he only won last year because of dumb luck!

user52: FACTS

user53: this year we have a winner who’s worthy of the title ❤️

user54: can’t get over how y/n was so far up ahead they literally couldn’t disqualify her for the hat thing lol

user55: imagine if they had, people would have rioted

user54: omg they would have, with max at the front hoisting his pitchfork in the air, leading the pack

user55: 😂😂

11 December

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y/n: Cowboy hat + racing gloves = champions of the world 🏆

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maxverstappen1: ❤️

sophiekumpen: So proud of both of you 🥰

victoriaverstappen: Coolest auntie (en oom natuurlijk🙊)!!!

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landonorris: Congrats on making champion, champ!!! And wow… Max has got his own hat 👀

y/n: Yup! He deserved it after his triple US win 😍

charles_leclerc: Does this mean that your hat claim has lifted…?

maxverstappen1: Unless you want another inchident, back off

y/n: Uhm... He knows what it means now…

charles_leclerc: 😳

alex_albon: RIP Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc 🪦

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12 December

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maxverstappen1: Wear the hat…

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12 December

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

a/n: translation of “en oom natuurlijk” > “and uncle ofcourse”

Happy holidays! x

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

[psychotrenny]

Now to be clear Austin Powers* would not be a Chaser in the sense of someone who deliberately seeks out Trans Women in order to exploit their vulnerability as a demographic. He will however say the most cringe-worthily fetishistic puns imaginable to any tgirl that happens to cross his path

*as in the pure entity that exists within the Platonic World of Ideas. Austin Powers as he manifested in our reality was the product of Hollywood comedy writers in the 1990s-2000s and so reacts to transfemininity with "comically" exaggerated disgust

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 13/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, dirty talk, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 5528

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Jensen’s expression turned playful again. “So, are you going to join Jared in picking me up from the airport, or do I need to kiss Jared instead?”, he teased.

Just the thought of finally kissing Jensen again made your stomach churn with anticipation. You bit your lip, trying to keep your excitement in check. “I’ll definitely join Jared in picking you up”, you replied, your voice filled with warmth. “I don’t think I could stand missing that moment”.

Jensen’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Good, because I’ve been looking forward to kissing you again for weeks now”, he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “But… can I have a sneak peek of what’s waiting for me?”.

Your heart skipped a beat at his teasing request, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, you want a preview?”, you replied, your voice equally teasing. “What exactly are you hoping to see?”.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with desire. “How about a little something to keep me dreaming about you tonight?”, he suggested, his voice low and seductive. “Maybe a glimpse of that beautiful body I’ve been missing?”.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but the excitement in his eyes gave you the confidence to play along. “Alright”, you murmured, your voice soft and sultry. “Just a little sneak peek”.

Slowly, you adjusted the camera, giving Jensen a full view of your body. You were wearing a tight, short white top and white panties, both so sheer that they left very little to the imagination. Jensen’s eyes darkened with raw desire, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of you.

“Damn”, he murmured, his voice strained and filled with longing. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered”.

You could see the effect you were having on him. The way his eyes were locked onto your hard nipples, clearly visible through the fabric, made your pulse quicken.

“Do you like what you see?”, you asked teasingly, your voice a seductive whisper.

Jensen groaned softly, his dick already getting hard again. “Like isn’t a strong enough word”, he replied, his tone thick with desire. “I’m dying over here”.

His mind was racing, consumed by the sight of you and the sheer fabric clinging to your curves. Jensen’s eyes were fixated on your body, his desire evident in every strained breath. He swallowed hard, his voice husky with need. “I want to see more”, he said. “Spread your legs for me".

Your breath caught at his words, a shiver of excitement running through you. Slowly, you shifted your position, spreading your legs slightly to give him a better view. The sheer fabric of your panties clinging to the curves of your pussy. You could see the hunger in Jensen’s eyes as he watched you.

“Like this?”, you asked softly, your voice trembling with a mix of shyness and boldness.

Jensen’s groan was low and guttural. “Yes, just like that”, he murmured, his eyes glued to the sight of you. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me”.

Jensen rubbed his face hard, trying to hold himself together as the sight of you drove him wild with desire. “You’re killing me, you know that?”, he muttered, his voice strained with need.

You smiled, feeling a rush of power and excitement at his reaction. “Good”, you whispered, your fingers teasingly playing with the edge of your panties. “I want you to want me as much as I want you”.

“Oh, trust me”, Jensen replied, his voice a low growl. “I want you more than you can imagine”.

You slipped your fingers over the fabric of your panties, moving them through your folds and adding just enough pressure to make your wetness seep into the fabric. You could feel how your panties were getting soaked, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Fuck, that’s so hot”, he groaned. His hand moving towards his dick, clearly ready to relieve himself.

But just as he was about to lose himself in the moment, you mischievously turned the camera back to your face, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “That’s enough for today”, you said, your voice filled with teasing amusement. “You need all your energy for tomorrow”.

Jensen let out a frustrated groan, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock annoyance. “I don’t know if I can wait until tomorrow”, he muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You giggled softly, feeling a thrill at the power you had over him. “You’ll just have to”, you teased. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait”.

Jensen sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “You’re lucky I like you so much”, he said, his tone playful yet sincere.

“Goodnight, Jensen”, you said softly, your voice filled with warmth.

“Goodnight”, he replied, his eyes softening.

With that, you ended the call, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. As you settled into bed, your mind was filled with thoughts of Jensen and the promise of finally being together again.

As the next morning came, you could barely contain your excitement. You jumped out of bed and headed straight to the shower, eager to prepare yourself for Jensen’s arrival. The warm water cascaded over your body, soothing your skin and calming your nerves. You took your time, meticulously shaving and treating your skin with extra care, knowing that in just a few hours, Jensen’s mouth would be on every inch of it.

As you lathered your skin with your favorite body wash, you couldn’t help but smile, remembering how Jensen had praised your skin the last time you were together. “The smoothest I’ve ever felt”, he had said, his voice filled with awe and desire. The memory sent shivers down your spine, heightening your anticipation for the day ahead.

After your shower, you dried off and applied your favorite lotion, the scent light and enticing. You wanted everything to be perfect for Jensen, from the way you looked to the way you smelled. As you dressed in something comfortable yet flattering, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been weeks since you last saw him, and the thought of being together again filled you with joy.

Just as you finished getting ready, your phone buzzed with a message from Jared: “On my way to pick you up. See you in 10!”.

You quickly gathered your things, double-checking that everything was in order. The butterflies in your stomach intensified as you headed downstairs to wait for Jared. The minutes seemed to drag on, but finally, you saw Jared’s car pull up outside.

“Ready to go?”, Jared asked, a knowing smile on his face as you climbed into the car.

“More than ready”, you replied, your excitement evident in your voice.

Twenty minutes into the drive, your excitement and nerves were getting the best of you. You found yourself bouncing your legs up and down restlessly, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Jared glanced over and chuckled, trying to keep his focus on the road.

“Hey, try to keep those legs still, will you?”, he teased, his tone light and playful. “You’re making me nervous just watching you”.

You laughed, feeling a bit self-conscious but unable to stop the jittery movements. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it”.

Jared grinned, glancing over at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Geez, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were going to see your prom date for the first time”, he teased. “You’re practically vibrating with excitement”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to calm your nerves. “Well, it feels like that! I mean, it’s been weeks, Jared. Weeks!”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I get it. But seriously, you’re going to wear a hole in the car floor if you keep that up. And then Jensen’s going to think I’m the one who did it”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his exaggeration, but his teasing helped to ease some of the tension. “Alright, I’ll try to keep still”, you promised, taking a deep breath and making a conscious effort to calm your movements.

“Good”, Jared said, still smiling. “Because we’ve got another twenty minutes to go, and I’d prefer to arrive at the airport without any new dance moves added to my driving routine”.

The rest of the drive was filled with lighthearted conversation, Jared’s teasing helping to keep your nerves at bay. As you pulled up to the arrival gate, your excitement reached its peak, and you could barely contain yourself.

“We’re here”, Jared announced, parking the car and turning to look at you. “I’ll go get him”, Jared said, his voice gentle but firm. “You know the drill. We can’t have you two being seen together just yet”.

You nodded, understanding the need for discretion. “Thanks, Jared”, you replied, grateful for his support.

Jared flashed you a teasing grin as he got out of the car. “Try not to chew your nails off while I’m gone”, he called back, earning a laugh from you.

You quickly moved to the backseat, your heart racing with anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, but you knew it was worth it. You peered through the tinted windows, trying to catch a glimpse of Jared and Jensen.

Finally, you saw them approaching the car. Jensen was wearing a baseball cap backwards and sunglasses, trying to stay low-key. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him, the weeks of waiting and longing culminating in this moment.

Jensen slipped inside the car, and Jared put his luggage in the trunk, giving you a moment alone together. Without a word, Jensen took off his sunglasses and pulled you close, one hand on your waist and the other gently cradling your jaw. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, and then his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply.

The kiss was filled with all the pent-up longing and affection you both had been holding back. It was passionate, tender, and electrifying all at once. You melted into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Jensen smiled, his eyes soft and filled with warmth. “I’ve been waiting for that”, he murmured, his voice husky.

“Me too”, you whispered.

Jared cleared his throat from outside the car, a teasing grin on his face as he leaned against the door. “Alright, lovebirds, you’ve had your moment. Let’s get out of here before someone recognizes me”.

Jensen chuckled, reluctantly pulling away but keeping his arm around you as Jared got into the driver’s seat. “Yeah, wouldn’t want to cause a scene”, he said, his tone light but affectionate.

As Jared started the car and drove away from the airport, you nestled into Jensen’s side, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. His hand, which had been resting around your shoulders, slid down to gently brush over your bare thigh, sending goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up at him, biting your lip, your eyes sparkling with emotion and longing.

Jensen’s gaze softened as he took in the sight of you, and with his free hand, he cradled your face again, this time more gently. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was sloppy and filled with overwhelming emotions. It was as if he was trying to pour all the feelings he had bottled up over the past weeks into that kiss.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands moving to cup his face, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate, both of you trying to make up for lost time. It was a moment of pure connection, the rest of the world fading away as you focused solely on each other.

Jared glanced in the rearview mirror, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You two better save some of that for when you get home”, he teased lightly, his tone filled with warmth.

You pulled back slightly, your breaths mingling as you rested your foreheads together. Jensen’s eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a deep affection there that made your heart swell.

“Missed you so much”, you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“Missed you more”, Jensen replied quietly, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek.

Jared rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he grumbled, “You two are almost disgusting with how sweet you are”.

You and Jensen both chuckled, the lighthearted comment breaking the intense moment and bringing a sense of ease. “Just a little jealous, Jared?”, Jensen teased back, his tone playful.

“Yeah, yeah”, Jared muttered, shaking his head with mock exasperation. “Just make sure you keep it PG until we get to the house, alright?”.

Jensen squeezed your hand, his eyes still locked on yours with a mixture of amusement and deep affection. “We’ll behave”, he promised, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

The rest of the drive was filled with light banter and comfortable silences, your anticipation growing with each passing minute. When you finally pulled up to your place, your heart raced with excitement.

“Alright, lovebirds, this is your stop”, Jared said, pulling the car to a halt. “Enjoy your reunion. Just try not to break any furniture, okay?”.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you stepped out of the car, Jensen’s hand firmly gripping yours. “Thanks, Jared. We’ll try to keep the place intact”.

Jensen grabbed his luggage from the trunk, and with a final wave to Jared, you led him inside.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Jensen wasted no time. He tossed his bag to the side and turned towards you, pinning you gently against the door with his body. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, full of longing and pent-up desire.

You melted into his embrace, your hands instinctively finding their way to his back, pulling him closer. His kiss was intense, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The warmth of his touch, the scent of his cologne, and the taste of his lips all flooded your senses, overwhelming you in the best possible way.

Jensen’s hands roamed your back, pulling you tightly against him as if he couldn’t get close enough. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance of tongues and lips that spoke volumes of the passion and love between you. His grip on you was firm yet tender, a silent reassurance of how much he had missed you.

When you finally broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Jensen rested his forehead against yours. His eyes locked onto yours, reflecting a mixture of desire, adoration, and a profound sense of relief at finally being with you again. Jensen’s voice was a husky whisper against your lips as he spoke, his breath mingling with yours.

“I’ve missed you so much”, he murmured, his words filled with sincerity.

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I’ve missed you too”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with the same longing.

Jensen leaned in to kiss you again, more tenderly this time. His lips moved against yours with a gentleness that contrasted the urgency of moments before, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you.

As you kissed, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you wrapped up in each other’s warmth and affection. His hands caressed your back, tracing gentle patterns, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you of his presence.

After a lingering moment, Jensen pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours once more. His eyes gazed deeply into yours, as if searching for confirmation that this moment was real and that you were truly here with him.

Intimidated by his intense gaze, your cheeks flushed a deep pink. Trying to shift his focus, you gently pulled his cap away and ran your fingers through his hair. “Your hair’s gotten longer���, you whispered, your voice heated and affectionate.

Jensen chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, it has”, he replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “But don’t get too attached. I’ve got an appointment tomorrow to get it trimmed”.

You pulled away slightly, your eyes growing bigger with concern. “But not short short, right?”, you asked, your voice tinged with worry.

Jensen laughed, the sound warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry”, he said, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. “I’ll keep it long enough for you to run your fingers through. Just a trim to clean it up a bit”.

You grinned, feeling a wave of relief. “Good, cause I’m so down for your mullet", mumbled teasingly, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled with amusement, and he pulled you tighter against him, his hand firm on your waist. “Oh, you like the mullet, huh?”, he teased, his voice low and playful. “Maybe I’ll keep it just for you”.

You laughed softly, your hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. “Just as long as I get to run my fingers through it”, you replied, your voice matching his playful tone.

Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You can do whatever you want”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Just as long as I get to do the same”.

Your heart raced at his words, the intimate promise sending shivers down your spine. You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his, filled with a mixture of affection and desire. “Deal”, you whispered, your lips curving into a smile.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with a familiar heat, and he closed the small distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

As the kiss deepened, you felt his hands move to your hips, gripping you firmly. With a rough tug, he lifted you off the ground, pulling you up against him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the strength and warmth of his body as he carried you towards the bedroom. Each step he took was deliberate, filled with purpose and urgency. Your heart pounded in anticipation, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Jensen kicked the bedroom door open, never breaking the kiss. The passion between you was electric, each touch and movement heightening your desire. He laid you down on the bed with a gentleness that contrasted the intensity of his actions.

Jensen’s lips moved along your neck, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses. His voice was a low, seductive whisper against your skin. “Do you remember how you teased me on that one video call?”, he asked, his breath warm and tantalizing.

Your heart started to race at his question, the memory of that call flooding back to you. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers gently playing with his strands. You knew exactly how much you had teased him on that call, and the memory of it made your pulse quicken. You bit your lip, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding through you. Jensen’s idea of revenge was likely to be intense, and you could feel the anticipation building.

Jensen noticed the look in your eyes and chuckled softly, the sound low and full of promise. “Afraid of a little payback?”, he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

You shivered, the combination of his voice and his touch making it hard to think straight. “Maybe a little”, you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

Jensen’s grin widened. “Good”, he murmured, his hands trailing down your body. “You should be”.

He began to kiss his way down your neck, his mouth hot and insistent against your skin. The sensation made you arch against him, a soft moan escaping your lips. His hands roamed your body, touching you in ways that made you ache with need.

Jensen’s hands trailed down your body, leaving a burning path of desire in their wake. He sat back, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your heart race. His hands found their way to the waistband of your jean shorts, and he began to slowly undo the button, his fingers brushing teasingly against your skin.

As he sat there, his gaze locked onto yours, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans, his arousal evident and making your pulse quicken even more. The sight of his already hardened length straining against the fabric only heightened your anticipation.

“Just look at you”, Jensen murmured, his voice husky with desire. “So eager, so ready for me”.

He pulled your shorts down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity in his gaze made you feel exposed and vulnerable, but it also sent a thrill of excitement through you. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his breath hitched as he took in the sight of you lying there, waiting for his next move.

Jensen leaned back over you, his hands sliding up your thighs, spreading your legs wider. His fingers brushed lightly over your panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. He let out a low groan, the sound filled with both pleasure and anticipation.

“So…Remember how you teased me?”, he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Now it’s my turn”.

With that, he slipped a finger under the fabric of your panties, teasing your folds with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation made you gasp, your hips arching towards his hand in a silent plea for more.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with satisfaction at your reaction. “So wet already”, he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

Your breath hitched at his simple touch. It had been way too long since he had touched you, and no one had ever made you come as hard as he did. You had been afraid that after eight weeks apart, and just a short time of knowing each other before that, maybe it would be odd between you. But that wasn’t the case at all. The connection was still there, stronger than ever. You moaned breathlessly, your eyes closing as he slid one finger up and down through your folds.

Jensen’s face was just inches away from yours, close enough to see every subtle change in your expression. “Eyes on me, sweetheart”, he demanded, his voice a mix of tenderness and authority.

Your heart dropped at the nickname. You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The look in his eyes was filled with so much desire and affection that it made your pulse race even faster.

“Good girl”, he murmured, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate movements. The pleasure was overwhelming, each stroke sending waves of sensation through your body.

You couldn’t help but arch your back, pressing yourself closer to his hand. “Jensen”, you moaned, the sound of his name a plea for more.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “That’s it, baby”, he groaned, his voice deep and rough with desire. “Say my name again”.

Your hips bucked against his hand, the need inside you building with each deliberate stroke. “Jensen”, you gasped, your voice a desperate plea for more.

“You sound so sweet when you say my name. Keep saying it for me”.

The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, made your head spin. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. “Jensen”, you moaned again, your voice trembling with the intensity of your desire.

Jensen had never felt so weak for anyone like he did for you. The sound of your sweet moans, the way you called his name—it was enough to push him to the brink. He could come just from listening to you, but he wasn’t ready to give in so easily. Not after the way you had teased him.

You were writhing beneath him, your body arching in response to his touch. “Jensen, please”, you begged, your voice a desperate plea for more.

He slowed his movements, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. “What do you want, sweetheart?”, he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

“I want to feel you inside me”, you whispered back, your eyes pleading.

Jensen’s expression softened for a moment, but the teasing glint in his eyes returned quickly. “You think you deserve that after all the teasing you did?”, he murmured, his fingers moving just enough to keep you on edge.

“Please, Jensen”, you whimpered, your need for him overwhelming. “I need you”.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “I love hearing you beg”, he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “But you’re going to have to do better than that”.

With that, Jensen sat back again, his eyes locked onto yours as he began to slowly pull down your panties. The cool air against your exposed skin made you shiver, and instinctively, you closed your legs, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the daylight.

“No hiding from me”, he said firmly, his hands gently but insistently spreading your legs apart.

You felt a rush of heat flood your body, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he took in the sight of you fully exposed before him. His fingers brushed lightly against your folds, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Fuck”, he murmured, more to himself than to you. His hands caressed your thighs, trailing down to your knees before pushing them further apart. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race.

Your folds were flushed and already swollen, a clear indication of just how much you wanted him. Jensen took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with desire as he lowered himself between your legs. The anticipation made your stomach twist, and you could feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as his breath ghosted over your sensitive skin.

Jensen looked up at you, a big smirk spreading across his face. The sight of him there, poised to devour you, made your heart race. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this”, he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

His breath was hot against your clit. He did have a thing for eating you out. The sweetness of your taste, the way you responded to his every touch—he could do this for hours and never tire of it.

He began with a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, his lips soft and teasing. You gasped softly, your hands instinctively gripping the sheets as he moved closer to your center. His tongue flicked out, just barely grazing your clit, and the sensation made you arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Jensen’s eyes flicked up to watch your reaction, his smirk widening. “So eager”, he teased, his voice a low growl. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come”.

With that, he lowered his mouth to you fully, his tongue parting your folds and finding your clit with unerring precision. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You moaned loudly, your hips bucking involuntarily as he began to move his tongue in slow, deliberate circles.

Jensen’s hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady as he worked his magic. His mouth was relentless, each flick of his tongue and gentle suction pulling you closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building inside you, a coil of pleasure tightening with each passing moment.

Jensen knew exactly how you liked it, the memory of your first night together etched deeply in his mind. His mouth and tongue worked with expert precision, every movement designed to bring you closer to ecstasy. Within seconds, you were a trembling mess beneath him, the pleasure mounting rapidly.

He alternated between gentle, teasing licks and firm, deliberate strokes, his mouth never leaving your most sensitive spot. The combination of his skilled tongue and the intensity of his gaze made it impossible to hold back. Your moans grew louder, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you felt the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice a desperate plea as you teetered on the edge. “I’m so close”.

Jensen responded by increasing the pressure, his tongue moving faster and more urgently. He knew exactly what you needed, and he wasn’t about to let up until you reached your peak. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body alight with pleasure.

As you came, your hips bucked uncontrollably, but Jensen held you firmly in place, his grip almost bruising as he refused to pull away. His mouth continued its relentless assault on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. Your cries filled the room, each wave of your orgasm more intense than the last.

Your whole body shook with the force of your release, and yet Jensen’s grip on your thighs only tightened, his mouth still working to prolong your climax. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life as he drove you higher and higher.

Finally, as the last shudders of your orgasm began to subside, Jensen slowed his movements, his mouth still tender and loving against your sensitive skin. He looked up at you.

But before you could catch your breath, he pressed his mouth back onto your clit and sucked hard, sending another intense wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your body jolted at the sudden intensity, but his grip on your hips kept you in place. The overwhelming sensation made you pull at his hair roughly, trying to get him to stop, but he only groaned deeply against your clit, the vibration adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jensen, please”, you gasped, your voice strained as your body trembled uncontrollably. The mixture of pleasure and sensitivity was almost too much to bear.

He didn’t relent, his tongue and lips working you over with relentless precision. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of another climax, your body straining against his grip as you tried to hold on.

“Jensen”, you whimpered, your fingers digging into his scalp. “I can’t…”.

He still wouldn’t stop. The intensity of his actions sent you spiraling into another climax, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

“Jensen, please”, you whimpered again, your voice a mix of desperation and overwhelming pleasure. Your body was trembling, your legs trying to close instinctively, but his firm grip kept you open and vulnerable to his relentless assault.

Without breaking eye contact, he pressed you down harder into the mattress. You knew your hip would be bruised tomorrow, but the intensity of his touch only heightened your arousal.

As he continued to pleasure you, the pressure and heat from his mouth driving you to the brink once again, your body responded with a desperate urgency. Every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation amplified to an almost unbearable degree. You could feel the build-up of another orgasm, the pressure mounting inside you like a dam about to burst.

You felt the edge approaching faster than ever, your muscles tensing in anticipation of the release you craved.

With a final, intense flick of his tongue, you were sent over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you shaking and gasping for air. Jensen didn’t relent, his mouth and hands drawing out every last bit of your climax until you were a trembling, quivering mess beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with satisfaction and a hint of amusement.

You lay there, your mind foggy and your head dizzy as you tried to catch your breath. Jensen’s grin was wide and satisfied as he climbed up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. He pressed his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“So fucking sweet”, he groaned against your mouth, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 14

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[disappearinginq]

I feel like people are sleeping on the awesomeness that is Sister Boniface Mysteries. I think it's considered "cozy murder mysteries" which is just a weird genre to have, but it's a spinoff of Father Brown in the 60's in the Cotswolds of England. I'm not usually a murder mystery fan, they're mostly just 'eh' for me - neither good or bad, just there to have in the background. But I love Sister Boniface for several reasons (which I will admit bias to)

The police are actually happy to have her around. The main DI will find an excuse to pull her into any case they have, and the entire police force love her and will almost always follow her advice/lead, unlike 90% of other mystery shows where the police are always either one step off from bad guys or just can't be bothered.

It shows the wide diversity of women who find their way to a convent. The nuns make wine. They wind up on cooking shows. They host an episode of a really hokey Austin Powers type TV series. They guest star on a children's show being filmed at the church. They love being a part of the cases when they get roped in. The Mother Superior is a cranky Irish lady who is like a beleagured mom who has more luck herding cats than keeping the Sisters out of cases, but she also has a favorite fish in the pond that she feeds, and loves babies and new parents and bends over backwards to help people and lets Sister Boniface blow up the basement with her experiments on a regular basis.

Sister Boniface herself. She was a translator in WW2, she has the equivalent of a masters in chemistry and is the police department's Go To forensics. She has a vivid imagination that borders on cartoonish when imagining the crime and how it could've happened. She rides a motorcycle. She is like 5 feet tall and spicy. The basement of the church has been converted into her own laboratory where she tinkers and futzes at all hours as long as it doesn't interfere with her church duties.

THE SISTER AND THE INSPECTOR ARE BESTIES WHO CRACK TERRIBLE PUNS OVER CRIME SCENES. No, really, there's an entire youtube video of every scene where these two idiots (affectionate) are cracking the absolutely WORST puns related to the crime. Sam Gillespie is the DI and he doesn't seem to actually enjoy the police part of policing, but really likes the community outreach part. He's a WWII vet that was at the battle of Normandy, took heavy losses, got bayoneted (which is brought up in one episode), and as soon as a crime has been committed, he calls in Sister Boniface. There is zero romantic interest between them, she is like his actual sister, and they are absolute enablers for each other's shenanigans, and it is hilarious.

There are no bad characters.

[pxnsneverland]

Heartbreak Hotel | austin!elvis x oc (part 1)

(gif source: theresalwaysep)

plot summary: Angel Casteel is a small town girl who lucked into working as a costume designer at a film studio. Unfortunately, her confidence in herself wavers as she is assigned to work with Elvis on his latest motion picture. Overcome by his star power at first, she slowly starts to realize there is a man behind the fame, a man she understands. But as they grow closer, the world grows more turbulent, especially Elvis's world. Will this Angel be able to save Elvis from himself and the people around him? Or will getting mixed up in his word prove to be her downfall as well?

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 2741

warnings/notes: N/A

Chapter 1: The Costumer's Dance with The King

As Angel Casteel strolled along the winding pathways of the bustling studio, her mind was consumed with a whirlwind of thoughts. Each step she took brought her closer to her latest assignment, igniting a sense of anticipation within her. The air was thick with creative energy, as fellow artists immersed themselves in their respective projects. The vibrant atmosphere seemed to fuel her imagination, as she pondered the task that lay ahead. She found herself transfixed, her gaze locked upon the delicate piece of paper that had been handed to her by the front office. A sense of apprehension coursed through her veins, causing her to momentarily freeze in her tracks. It was in that very moment that the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, electrifying her every nerve. As fate would have it, she found herself bestowed with a remarkable opportunity - a chance to be a part of the mesmerizing world of Elvis Presley's latest motion picture. The sheer magnitude of this moment was not lost on me, for she was entrusted with the task of personally adorning the legendary icon with his costumes for the big screen. Angel found myself staring at the assignment card in her hands as if hoping to uncover some hidden mistake. As she carefully examined the photograph, her eyes were immediately drawn to the bold letters inscribed on the back. ANGEL CASTEEL. It was as if the air had been violently expelled from her lungs. In that instant, time seemed to stand still, as she struggled to regain her composure. In the grand tapestry of music history, there emerged a man whose brilliance outshone all others - Elvis Presley. With his magnetic charisma and unparalleled talent, he ascended to the pinnacle of stardom, becoming a celestial figure in the realm of entertainment. The world, captivated by his mesmerizing voice and electrifying performances, bestowed upon him the title of the biggest star to ever grace the stage. The weight of his authority hung heavy in the air. Angel knew that one wrong move, one ill-chosen word, could spell disaster for her future in this place. The thought of crossing him sent shivers down her spine. The consequences were clear - a swift and merciless termination, her dreams shattered in an instant. The disapproving whispers of her parents echoed in her mind. The prospect of facing her family, her head held low in defeat, was a bitter pill to swallow. It seemed as though the world was determined to prove her parents right about her ill-fated choice to forgo college and embark on an uncertain journey to the land of dreams. The allure of California, with its promises of opportunity and adventure, had once beckoned her like a siren's call. But now, as reality set in, the weight of her decision pressed heavily upon her conscience.  She felt her body physically tremble at the mere notion of it.

With resolve hardening in her chest, Angel took a deep breath and forced her feet to move forward. She mustered the courage that had brought her from her small town to the heart of Hollywood, reminding herself of the countless nights spent sketching designs by the dim light of her old desk lamp, dreaming of a moment like this.

As she approached the opulent dressing room marked with Elvis Presley's name adorned in glittering gold, her pace slowed. Her hand hovered over the door handle, the cold metal feeling like a threshold to a new world. Taking another steadying breath, Angel pushed the door open.

The room was lavish, befitting a star of Elvis's magnitude. The air was scented with a mix of leather and aftershave, and the walls were lined with mirrors and photographs of famous movie scenes. At the center, seated in front of a vanity mirror, was Elvis himself, his back to her, engrossed in conversation with an old man who appeared to be his manager.

Angel cleared her throat softly, announcing her presence. Elvis turned around, his legendary smile warming the room instantly. “Hey there, darling. You must be the one behind my wardrobe for this film.”

Flustered but thrilled, I shook his outstretched hand, but was unable to make any words spill from my mouth. The old man Elvis had been talking to placed both hands on the top of his cane with a smile that seemed slightly forced. “She’s a pretty one, my boy. Don’t go getting yourself distracted here.”

Elvis glanced back at the man laughing. “Ah, don’t scare her, Colonel.” He turned back to Angel. “Don’t listen to nothin’ the Colonel says. He likes to make jokes. I’m Elvis and this is my manager Colonel Tom Parker. What’s your name, darlin’?”

Angel took a deep breath, her nerves momentarily calmed by the congeniality of Elvis's tone. "I'm Angel Casteel, Mr. Presley," she managed to say, her voice steadier than she felt.

Elvis chuckled softly. "Well, Angel…ain’t that just a fitting name for a beauty like you? And just call me Elvis. Mr. Presley is my Daddy. I ain’t that old yet.”

His laughter was infectious, and Angel found herself smiling, the tension easing from her shoulders.. “You don’t look old at all, Elvis.” His name felt foreign on her lips but she found a strange comfort in it.

“You’re bein’ too nice.” Elvis gestured towards a plush, velvet couch. "Come on over here and show me what you’ve got.”

Angel moved gracefully toward the couch, clutching the portfolio that contained all her carefully crafted designs. As she laid the sketches out on the low coffee table, her hands trembled slightly, betraying her nervous excitement.

Elvis leaned forward, his keen eyes scanning each design with an intensity that made Angel's heart skip a beat. He paused at one of the sketches, a sleek, black leather jacket paired with a high-collar, white silk shirt. "Now, this is something else," he remarked, his voice laced with genuine interest. "Tell me about this one."

Gathering her thoughts, Angel explained, "I wanted to combine traditional rock 'n' roll elements with a touch of modern flair.”

Elvis nodded appreciatively. "I like that. It’s got edge but still classy.”

"I was thinking something vibrant for the dance scenes," Angel said, pointing to a sketch of a shimmering gold jacket. "Something that catches the light and complements your dynamic movements."

Elvis picked up the sketch, his eyes lighting up. “You’ve got a real talent, Angel."

Flushed with pride and relief at his approval, Angel continued to show him other designs, each receiving thoughtful consideration and encouraging words from Elvis. Colonel Parker observed quietly from the side, occasionally interjecting with practical considerations about fabric choices and stage logistics.

As the afternoon wore on, the initial tension that had cocooned Angel upon her entrance gradually dissolved into a comfortable camaraderie. Elvis seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts and ideas, often asking for her opinion on other aspects of his wardrobe beyond the immediate needs of the film. It was a collaborative atmosphere that she had only dreamed of, one where her visions and suggestions were not only heard but respected.

“Angel, you’ve got an eye for this stuff,” Elvis said as he stood up to stretch his legs, “I think we’re gonna make a great team.”

Angel nodded enthusiastically. “I think so too.”

Elvis grinned, clapping her lightly on the shoulder. “Great! Let’s keep this momentum going. Maybe after we wrap up here, we could grab some dinner? There’s a little place not too far from here that makes the best Southern fried chicken you’ll ever taste.”

The casual invitation sent a thrill through Angel’s heart. Dinner with Elvis Presley? The very thought was almost too much to fathom. Hesitantly, she accepted. "That sounds wonderful, Elvis. I'd love to."

Elvis's smile broadened, lighting up his face with a boyish charm that few could resist. "Fantastic! It’s a date then," he said, a playful tone in his voice that made Angel's heart flutter with excitement.

Walking out of the dressing room together felt surreal to Angel. The movie crew, like a swarm of bees, descended upon him, their eager hands guiding him towards the sound stage to finish out the filming for the day. Silently, Angel trailed behind, her eyes fixed on him as he came to a halt. He engaged in conversation with the main actress, the one who portrayed the female lead and served as Elvis's love interest in the film. She stood before him, a vision of beauty. Her face adorned with carefully applied makeup, enhancing her features and accentuating her natural charm. Her luscious blond locks cascaded in perfect curls, framing her face with an air of elegance. Clad in a swimsuit that showcased her long, slender legs, she left little to the imagination. As he flashed a warm smile in her direction, Angel’s heart skipped a beat, and a sudden realization washed over her. It was a truth that had been lurking. Elvis only wanted to be kind. With her jet-black hair and eyes, the color of a moonlit sea, she was nowhere near attractive enough. Her skin was too pale, and her clothing was simply thrift shop finds that suited her well. In the vast expanse of the universe, their souls resided on separate solar systems, as distant from each other as the stars. With a heavy sigh escaping her lips, she trudged forward.

Angel's thoughts churned as she watched Elvis interact with the stunning actress. The way he laughed, the casual touch of his hand on her arm, it all seemed so effortless, so perfect. A pang of jealousy twisted in her stomach, not because she wanted Elvis for herself—she was too practical for such fantasies—but because she feared that their budding professional friendship might suffer from his divided attentions. The stark contrast between their worlds couldn't be more pronounced in her eyes; where he shone brightly, she felt dimmed by her own perceived ordinariness.

Yet, as she lingered by the edges of the bustling set, a soft hand touched her shoulder, startling her from her reverie. It was Elvis, who had extricated himself from the crowd and come over to find her. His smile was still present, but his eyes held a hint of concern. "Hey, you alright?" he asked gently.

Angel forced a smile, nodding unconvincingly. "Yes, just... overwhelmed," she managed to say, gesturing vaguely towards the chaos of the film set.

Elvis's expression softened, a mixture of understanding and empathy crossing his features. "It can get a bit much, huh?" he said, drawing her slightly away from the throng. "But you, Angel, you belong here just as much as anyone else. Look at me. Just a hillbilly who lucked into all this. Most of the time I don’t even really know what I’m doin’.”

His words, warm and sincere, were a balm to her jangled nerves. “You’re doing wonderfully, Elvis. Everyone can see that.” Angel’s voice was soft but firm, her belief in him evident.

Elvis shook his head, his hair brushing against his forehead. "Nah, it's all smoke and mirrors, darlin'.” He chuckled, then his gaze fixed more intently on her. "But you — you’ve got real talent, Angel. Don’t ever doubt that. This stuff,” he gestured broadly to the hubbub surrounding them, “It’s fleeting. But creating something? That’s forever.”

“Thank you, Elvis,” she said, her voice steadier now.

Elvis grinned, the light catching in his eyes in a way that made them sparkle mischievously. “Now, don’t let me keep you from shining today. We’ve got some more scenes to shoot, but how about we meet by the wardrobe when we wrap? Don’t forget about our dinner plans!”

“I won’t,” she promised, feeling the flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the thought of spending more time with him outside of work.

As Elvis headed back toward the set, Angel watched him go, her heart still racing from their interaction.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur for Angel. She busied herself with final adjustments to the costumes, her hands moving mechanically as her mind replayed the warmth in Elvis's voice and the sincere look in his eyes. The movie set, usually a place of overwhelming noise and activity, felt strangely muted to her ears, as if she was hearing it all from underwater.

As the hours ticked by, the set began to wind down from the day's hectic schedule. Crew members started cleaning up, actors removed makeup, and the buzz of activity slowly diminished into a quiet hum. Angel tidied up her workspace in the wardrobe department, folding fabrics and organizing her materials meticulously.

As promised, Elvis was waiting for her by the wardrobe racks when she arrived, his presence commanding even in such an ordinary setting. He was dressed casually now, in slacks and a simple button-up shirt that did nothing to hide his charismatic aura. "Ready to go?" he asked with an easy smile.

Angel nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Absolutely, I just need to grab my things," she replied as she reached for her jacket.

Walking out of the studio together, they found themselves stepping into the cool evening air. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow that seemed almost magical. As they approached Elvis's car, a vintage convertible that gleamed under the fading light, Angel couldn't help but feel like she was stepping into a scene from one of those glamorous old Hollywood films.

Elvis held the passenger door open for her, and as she slid into the soft leather seat, he flashed her a grin that could have melted hearts across continents. "Ever ridden in one of these before?" he asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

"No, I can't say I have," Angel replied, her voice slightly shaky with excitement.

Elvis chuckled as he started the engine, the sound rumbling softly beneath them. "Well, you're in for a treat," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road. The wind began to pick up, sending Angel's hair fluttering around her face, and she laughed, feeling a surge of freedom she hadn't expected.

The drive was filled with a comfortable silence initially, as both seemed content to simply absorb the moment. The landscape blurred past them, a mix of city lights and twilight shadows painting the journey in hues of blues and oranges. Elvis finally broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. "You ever think you would be here in LA?" he asked, glancing her way.

Angel pondered the question, her fingers tracing the leather seam of the seat. “No. I grew up in a one-horse town in Alabama, workin’ as a waitress in the one of the two restaurants the town had. I always wanted somethin’ better, somethin’ different. So instead of savin’ up money to go to college, I saved up money to move to California. My parents thought I was crazy; my friends didn’t really believe in me either.”

“But here I am,” she continued, her voice lifting with a newfound strength. “And every day on that set, even with all its chaos and uncertainty, I’m grateful. Grateful for the chance to be part of something bigger than just serving coffee and pies back home.”

Elvis nodded, his expression a mixture of admiration and understanding. “That’s something we share, you know? I didn’t come from much either. Just a little shotgun house in Tupelo, Mississippi. Most folks thought I’d end up pumping gas or working in the fields.” He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting the streetlights as they passed.

"But here we are, right? Chasing dreams in the city of stars," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of wonder.

Angel smiled, turning to look at him, the wind still playing with her hair. “Right. I never imagined I'd end up here, and definitely never thought I'd be riding alongside Elvis Presley." Her laugh was light, carefree.

Elvis's smile widened at her words. "I'm glad you're here with me, Angel. It feels like this was supposed to happen. Like it’s part of a bigger plan or somethin’." He turned his gaze back to the road, focusing on the weaving path of headlights before them.

The conversation drifted then to lighter topics — music, favorite movies, and anecdotes from their respective childhoods. Each story shared was a thread that seemed to weave them closer together, bridging the gap between their worlds with laughter and mutual understanding.

Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!