#but i thought i'd slide him across the dash

[hostiae]

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[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we can'tbe neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[cherri3berri3s]

Bull in the Heather Pt.1┃Ticci Toby x reader

Warning: maybe brief mentions of self-harm, in-depth descriptions of manic episodes, active violence, verbal/physical abuse + drug use

Synopsis: After your bipolar boyfriend is placed in the psych ward on account of murder, you're faced with the task of understanding why and more importantly, what forces are leading to his odd behaviors?

Word count: 3k+ words Category: angst

Death plagues my senses.

Various flickering lights scattered across the dense room as the bright contrast etched into my memory. The white plastered walls were muddied with the occasional grease stain and random droplets of blood, more than likely a result of a petty fight from at least one of the patients. Not to mention the smell reeked of old urine and medical supplies, almost like being shoved inside a ginormous latex glove. 

They say it goes against human nature to ignore death and walk right to it, yet I still find myself rushing to embrace even the slightest glimpse of it. The sound of my flats obnoxiously clacking against the imperial textured floor strains my ears, making each step that more nauseating.

I feel sick. Almost as though my stomach could spill any second knowing what I know now. And still, I'm here to see him.

Walking eagerly down the dingy hallway, a man in blue right at my side. I feel the pressure of his gaze watching each movement I've drawn to make. Stopping abruptly at an isolated door, his calloused hands dashed straight to the keys buried deeply within his pockets.

"He's been raging like a bitch in heat for a couple of days now," the man before me remarked, a small hint of a southern accent peaking in between words. "Just don't do anything stupid enough to make the aftermath my problem."

" Trust me, it doesn't matter what I do," I announce, an eyebrow raised as my eyes dart to the name tag hung near his chest. "Watching him, you'll understand soon enough."

A vivid chuckle escapes his lips. Unfazed yet humored by the words that cheekily spilled from my mouth. Like clockwork, the clicking sound of the now-unlocked door rings throughout the hall. His hands impatiently awaiting my response to turn the knob.

"You think you can handle this one, don't you."

" I think I got this from here on out… 'Mr. Wright'." 

As sudden as it was, the door flew open. Revealing two other staff standing firmly on either side of  Toby; unburdened by the underlying unruliness of his demeanor. Sitting amongst the room of empty seats and active surveillance was none other than the one person I traveled all this way to see, the one person I needed so desperately to be near.

As each vigorous step loudly ricochets throughout the near-empty room, the only active movement other than mine was Toby's eyes furiously following my every move. His body remaining as still as it was long before I entered the room.

Seated across from him, I felt dejected. The sorrow in the situation briskly destroying the little pieces of admiration I'd been holding onto just for him. All the while those eyes I've grown to cherish seemed even more lifeless and dull than they did before. 

"Hi baby"  I said lightly. My gaze fixed upon the man I could've sworn I was beginning to understand even the tiniest bit.

His elbows laid across the table as support, bringing forth his scarred body just inches closer to mine. Our faces leveled to each other as a bewildered grin met his expression. 

"You worthless bitch." He says between gritted teeth, that smirk never faltering. "Don't walk your prissy ass on over here thinking we're gonna play house just that easily." He spat, lingering closely before slowly sliding back into his seat. His brows remained furrowed as his body simultaneously looked both calm and tense. His intense stare stuck on me in deep thought.

"...You put me here." He claims with surety.

"The police put you here-"

"You told them to bring me here,"

"It was either that or jail," I add harshly. The air in the room growing thinner as my once active attempt at being nonchalant slowly began to vanish.

"I still don't know what you are," I delicately claim, not once removing my eyes from the person in front of me. "And I still don't know what you do either," I pressed on. Focused on his abstract mannerisms. "But I'd be damned if after all of this you'd still want to hold what I don't know against me." I finished, irritated and worried.

"You'll know exactly what I can be once he's found me." He asserts, an eerie yet light-hearted smile meets his lips. His brows finally softening in its wake.

"Who's he Toby?"

"Him; The operator. The operator and all his little-" He begins, shortly raving on as I shake my head in detest. Uttering 'no' continuously out into the open.

"Not this 'operator' bullshit again,"

"He made me what I am," He proudly voices, almost confused as to why I despised the thought. "As perfectly fucked as it is, I can't wait for him to change you too."

"Don't tell me this shit! Toby, these police fucks found human remains linked back to you and all I've been trying to do is get your nut ass back home." I bitterly voiced. Toby's now partial silence and unmoving expression eating away at my thoughts. "Don't tell me this 'operator' bullshit is the reason."

"Not possible…" He confusedly says. Without warning, he leaps out of his seat, yanking my arm to move my body closer to his regardless of the table barrier. The staff unhesitantly sprinting to action yet soon stopping at my gesture against it. Leaning into my ear, Toby whispers-

"How can a body be found when I've burned them all."

"I never said how they found the body…" I reason in a low voice. My eyes never leaving his even after his fast-paced movements. Locked in his stupefied daze, I continue, " I know you're guilty, but right now,  I want you back home anyways." Our bodies trapped in an unmoving touch beginning to soften with his now lighter grip. "Just tell me why baby, tell me how to help you-"

"The cops tell you to say that?" His head tilts, smirk returning to his cheeks."Bad enough your ungrateful ass is why we're sitting here to begin with, right?" The grip he held on my arms once again continued to tighten, rage displayed all throughout his brown pupils.

"Not even a fucking fool with a dick for brains and a head between their thighs would wanna find their way home with you." Arrogantly, he plops down into his seat. Everyone else in the room left standing and on edge.

"Y'know, you've changed everything but the fucking situation at hand, and come to think I thought you were smarter than this Y/n." 

Glaring upwards, his clenched teeth continued to expose his thoughts.

"I know my place in this world, and it will always be by The operator."

Steadily, I found my way back onto my seat. Arms crossed just as the curly haired brunette across from me. "Why choose a life in all of this when you know damn well I've been loving you." I say, soft-spoken as his expression remained unfazed.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to play dress up too?" he chuckles, sneering as he looks me up n' down. "You wouldn't know what love is even if it fucked you to sleep every night."

"Tobias," I breathily utter, despondent in my approach. "Just help me understand this shit and I swear I'll get you outta here."

Playfully, he states "You think I've been needing you? You think I fucking want your help?"

"I think you're forgetting every sacrifice I have made and will continue to make for you." Leaning into the table, my arms still linked together, I assertively imply "You can kill me if you think I'd let it all stop right here."

"Well then, I guess you can add one more body to the list. You'd be a good human only if you were a dead one anyways, right my love?" He leans in closer, the table keeping us both distanced yet barely disengaged.

"Tell me now, what is 'The operator'?"

"May he have mercy on what's left of you after they're done." Toby muttered, leaning comfortably back in his chair. "Es ist zeit mein Vögelchen." He relays, a void yet cocky expression overtaking every inch of his face.

"You're a piece of work, Toby." 

Without a second to spare, one of the lingering staff swoops in. Tapping my shoulder to signal that they did indeed want me out of the hospital room. 

Swiftly getting up from my seat, I couldn't help but look to my lover one last time. His signature black gloves were long confiscated, exposing the tears in the brittle flesh of his hands from excessive biting. The gash in his cheek covered with gauze and medical adhesive tape preventing him from moving to the next best thing when it comes to his picking habits. 

As pained as I remained seeing him in such a bland and revealing setting, I couldn't help but get this twinge of understanding telling me that he was cleaner and possibly far healthier than before. 

Realizing I'd been distracted by my brief observations, I avoid settling the score, opening my mouth to speak to him once more.

"Is this your final choice?"

"Fuck you." He spit. Anger and aggression seeping from his lips in a final attempt to draw me away. The guard escorts me back to the main entrance impatiently as an air of embarrassment hit my cheeks.

Nearly stumbling out the door, I adjust my leather trench coat and place on my metal oval sunglasses. 

'What a waste of my fucking time. I already knew he would try pushing the buttons.'

"Y'know, even I could've told you that he's been manic all damn week." 

Shooting my head towards the unknown yet familiar voice, I immediately realized it was the same asshole who escorted me in.

"Oh wait, I think I actually did." He sarcastically shrugged, leaning against the entrance wall.

"Oh yeah? Well I think I need a fucking smoke." I pessimistically added. Reaching straight for my coat pocket.

"Well now you're talking my language, what kind?"

"Virginia slims." I said smoothly. Flickering the lighter until it sparked on the tip of the cigarette.

"Virginia slims? Might as well get you some Parliaments."

"Yuck," I exclaimed, making a feigned face of disgust. "You insult me."

Undoubtedly, the two of us erupted in a brief fit of chuckles. Amused by the other's bitchiness at such a time of momentary significance. However, the now swift silence ate quickly at the other's tongues. Leaving what felt like an odd bubble of time to speak what's really been on our minds.

"So, you come out here dressed like Carrie Moss and wonder why you get thrown back to the door?" He addresses. An eyebrow raised; less in a questioning way as much as it was humorous.

"That's far from what happened."

"Oh right, he told you about The Operator first, then kicked you out." 

Almost instinctively, my head speedily bolts back up to his face. Ignoring the cigarette lazily hanging from my mouth as I snatched it with both my pointer finger and my thumb.

"Sounds like he knew you'd bite off more than you could chew." He finishes. Pretending to analyze the situation as though he'd discovered the secret of the year.

"So what are you saying," I sputtered out intensely. No longer shying away from the truth that this guy knows something. "He thinks he's helping me?" 

"How charming of him." He smirks, indirectly answering my question. "Gee- I didn't think his balls were full grown."

Without a chance to process, he pulls out his own cigarette. The bent pack of Marlboro reds still shining in the afternoon light. "Before you got here he was just a twitching- time bomb with a strange habit of stuttering." Lighting up the cig, he takes one long inhale before releasing the strong vapor into the air. "I didn't think he'd control it the way he did just to tear you a new one."

" Correct me if I'm wrong," I rushed in, slight confusion riddling my face as my motives for understanding the situation changed. "But I didn't know hospital staff were allowed to dabble in their patients' personal lives. If that's what you are, Tim Wright." 

" I suppose," He said, placing the cig back onto its resting spot on his lips. Silence overtaking the mood once again, leaving only thoughts to fester.

Turning back around, I place my attention towards fetching my car keys to immediately get the fuck up outta there. Walking with haste, I momentarily stop to respond.

"Well it was nice fucking around but-" Briefly turning back, I realized that… he's gone. '...How freaky.'

Making it to my car, a white lined piece of paper remained folded onto my windshield. Hesitantly, I snatch the sheet straight off. Flipping it to see the bold words written in black Sharpie.

'He's always watching' Underneath, the note's signed by Tim. 

"How sweet," I snidely whispered. Paranoia and worry getting to my head.

A faint hint of gas drifts past my nose, wafting in the air alongside a more savory smell. Cans of diced tomatoes and marinara lay empty as scraps of cheese littered the counter. The T.V. in the next room serving only as background noise to keep my head temporarily occupied.

A full week had passed since I'd last seen Toby, and as tough as it was, I had gone on convincing myself that it wasn't too bad. Just more ominous and lonely than usual.

My phone rested on my ear as I remained attentive in a short-lived conversation with my mother. Extremely tired of the bullshit 'I told you so' responses I had been getting. It only took a day and a half for word to get around that Toby got thrown in the psych and suddenly, this woman couldn't stop blowing up my phone.

Dusting off my hands, I listened to her unfiltered banter as my arms crossed to my chest.

"I always knew I gave birth to a fucking felon. Had you done as I said almost two years ago now you'd still be home you rotten bitch! "

Pacing the floor in my white baby tee and low-rise bell-bottom jeans, I measly affirmed her every word. "You've done nothing but bring shame to me and break our family apart! All for that basket-case you laid up with, "

Taking a deep breath, I rolled my eyes. Harboring the truth of what I'd actually wanted to say, opting to only listen to her mouth run instead.

"You're an unwanted embarrassment that's made herself some psycho's TRAMP !"

"Ma," I said in a serious yet unfazed tone, "Have you been taking your meds?"

"Oh, so NOW I must be crazy for saying what I think needs to be said?"

Chuckling lightly, I switch my phone to my opposite ear. Amused by my mothers' rampage and active attempts to ignore my current concerns.

"Not crazy; unmedicated mama."

As she huffed in annoyance, her constant shifting can be heard on the other end. "I can't believe you're the only one of my children to do this to me."

"Do what ma? Talk?" I jokingly pressed on. An unintentional smile meeting my face. "Look, If you need more antipsychotics I'll gladly give you mine. Just go bake a cake or something. Maybe sniff some crayons…" 

"Listen here you ungrateful bitch, just bring the pasta you made over and…blah blah blah." Was all I heard amidst her next response.

 Interrupted by a deafening crash upstairs, my movements came to an immediate halt. Glass toppling over and crackling into tiny pieces echoes over the static of my phone. Sharp crunching can be heard as another set of footsteps resound throughout the whole house. Dauntingly, it stops near the stairs in complete silence.

If there was one thing I could thank Toby for doing, it was stressing about my safety so much that he taught me self-defense. Hearing the creaking of the steps, I recognized two male voices. Low and steady, not loud enough to differentiate. Watching idly behind the kitchen wall, I stand close to the archway, knife in hand.

For every step that made its way towards my direction, I positioned myself and prepared to make a silent move. Seeing feet just barely pass the walkway, I swing my arm around in a defective punch drawing attention away from my grasp on the knife.

Expectantly, the unknown visitor ducks away from the punch, discarding the knife as he begins restraining both arms above my head, roughly pinning me against the wall. As my back abruptly slams into the sheetrock, I instinctively lift my leg to kick him in the balls. Watching as he only gasps and clenches my wrist tighter, I lunge towards the guy's neck. Biting down as hard as I could without letting go.

In an instant, I'm yanked from the man by his 'friend' and restrained midair, not yet ready to go down without a fight. Struggling against my captor, I aggressively kick and punch before hearing the two voices word vomit defenses.

"Y/n, baby it's me! Scheiße…"

"Let me the FUCK GO-" I screamed, elbowing the one holding me in the throat.

Backing off towards the wall, I get a clear view of the pair.

Without a doubt, there stood Toby before me. His curly brown hair messily framed his face as he stood on edge and ready. Unlike his hospital attire, he wore a black " Smashing Pumpkins" t-shirt, loose jeans, and some black Vans. Next to Toby grasping his throat in a coughing fit stood a very familiar face as well, still recovering from the massive blow to his neck.

"What the hell Tobias," I said in a stern yet breathless voice. "You dickwads just broke into my fucking house!" I pressed on, beyond angered and befuddled. 

"Well no shit we did!" continued the man in a red flannel, "I'm glad we're all on the same page-"

"I knew you weren't some fucking doctor or whatever bullshit you said you were," I raged on, "You brought this fucking liar to my house?!"

"No, no, I brought Tobias to your fucking house! Now say thank you so we all could fucking move on," Tim sorely stated, rubbing his throat as he exasperatedly stares into my direction.

Side-eyeing the both of them, I calm down just enough to speak through a huffed sigh.

"What are you doing here?" I exhaustedly replied

"Damn, I almost thought you wanted me here," Toby said with a tilted head and a partial smirk on his face.

"Don't fuck with me-"

"I just got out, can I explain this to y-you later?" he brushes off, attempting to walk away.

"No."

"Great," Tim perked up, "Now we can talk about important things. Like how you brought out a damn meat cleaver to chop up dear ole' lover boy to pieces-" he calmly states.

 "I didn't know who the fuck you both were-"

"Well I'm glad you know now," Toby smiled, a gentle laugh escaping his mouth as he sits down on the couch. "I guess I came back here just 'cause I missed you so much" He muttered, tilting his head back to release a prolonged sigh.

"I find that hard to believe." I relay with an unamused look.

"Maybe you w-wouldn't if you were sitting your ass down with me," Looking up at me with wishful eyes, Toby doesn't budge. Taking a deep breath out, I find myself walking over to my boyfriend, his eyes never truly leaving mine as I sat close by.

"Mein vögelchen," he lets out in a soft tone, his eyes fluttering as his doe-eyed expression ate away at my thoughts

"You're an idiot." I breathed out, a distance still marked between us.

"I know," he whispered, his lips curled in an almost saddened reality. Hurt passing right on by as he longingly wanted to say more. "You still like me?"

"If I didn't, you'd probably be chopped n' fed to the neighbors' dog by now." I laughed, garnering a chuckle from Toby himself as he relaxed. "I'm actually surprised I didn't hear any barking this whole time,"

In a heartbeat, the room stilled. Toby looked to the side in a slow yet guilty manner as Tim refocused on the conversation. 

"I had no parts." Tim casually said, irritated nonetheless as he remained still by the window. Looking out occasionally as though there were more to spy on.

"What the fuck did you guys do to the neighbor's dog?" 

"I don't know, maybe you should ask him." Toby said, nodding to the window as if the dog could speak for himself.

"I need a fucking cigarette," I exclaimed, hopping outta my seat to make my way back to the kitchen. "You fuckers still haven't told me why you're here and now you've killed a fucking dog!" I passive-aggressively spit.

"He's not d-dead he's just knocked out," He claims, gesturing for Tim to pass him a light "Our little puppy friend is trippin' off some trazodone from the ward" He mumbles with the cig between his teeth, taking a long ass hit.

"Like that makes it any fucking better!" I add, "Bad enough your ass is already wanted for 'alleged' murder."

"Bad enough I had to break him out of the hospital for that exact same reason," Tim buts in, arm lazily thrown on the wall as he goes back to watching outside the window.

"Un-fucking-believable, un-believable." I shake my head, pissed that I'm now caught in the middle of it. "You need a chaperone and even your chaperone is a fuck up."

"Look, you wanna know why we're here?" Toby nods to me, resting his cigarette between his two fingers. "You wanna know what the fucking operator is?" 

"Yes, I think I actually do."

"Don't be stupid," he bites back, placing his smoke back onto his lips as his next breath in was rugged and deep.

"You have any visitors coming?" Tim questions, my head rushing towards where he stood.

"Hell no,"

"Great, well you both can be stupid later," Tim says, shutting the window and ushering towards the lights in the house. "There's someone on their way here."

Hurriedly burning out the ash on the tip of his shoes, Toby runs up the stairs with familiarity. Hearing a knock roughly shake the door, Tim looks at me, muttering a short plan as he rushes far into one of the rooms upstairs.

Listening to the steps loudly run throughout the house, I'm once again left to face the brief yet unanswered knock at the door.

"Fuck"

A/N: This shit took fucking weeks to finish and I'm far from actually being finished w/ the plot line. Anyway, there's a lot more in the works that I've enjoyed making

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[thatlotuscookie]

Hi Hypno. I'd love a Natsu x Reader (Female) where he’s being overprotective and kind of clueless about why it’s embarrassing her in front of the guild, but it turns into this cute confession in the end and they start dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hihi! I hope you enjoyed this super cute and protective Natsu! I wanted to capture that fiery energy of his, but with a dash of sweet fluff. I'm also not too familiar with Fairy Tail, so apologies in advance. Thank you for the request<3

✧ Title: ✧ Overprotective Flames ✧ ✧ Characters: Natsu Dragneel x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You asked Natsu to walk you to the guild hall, and what you got was an overprotective dragon slayer scaring everyone off. You didn't expect his actions to lead to a heartfelt confession, but maybe there’s more behind his behavior than you thought. ✧ Content/Tags: Overprotective Natsu, Fluff, Confession, Mutual Pining, Slight Embarrassment, Best Friends to Lovers, Guild Dynamics ✧ WC: 987 words // 5.5k chars

You were starting to regret asking Natsu to walk with you to the guild hall today.

What had started as a normal day had quickly turned into a public display of just how protective your best friend could be. The moment you two had stepped into the guild, Natsu had stuck to you like glue—literally hovering over your shoulder, making comments whenever anyone so much as glanced your way.

“Oi, Gajeel! What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” Natsu growled when the Iron Dragon Slayer walked by, offering you nothing more than a passing nod of acknowledgment.

“Relax, Flame Brain,” Gajeel grumbled, not even bothering to look back as he made his way to the bar. “Ain’t nobody interested in your girl.”

Your cheeks flamed at that. Your girl? Gajeel’s words stuck with you, even though you knew that wasn’t how Natsu saw you. At least, you thought he didn’t. He was just being… well, Natsu—fiercely protective over his friends. You knew that much about him.

Still, today felt different. Like maybe he was going a little overboard.

“U-Um, Natsu, it’s okay,” you whispered, trying to wave off his aggression with a nervous smile. “Gajeel wasn’t even—”

“Wasn’t what?” Natsu interrupted, turning to you with a serious expression. “He was lookin’ at you funny. You think I’m gonna let that slide?”

You sighed, feeling the familiar weight of eyes from across the guild hall. You could practically hear the others whispering amongst themselves, and it only made your face heat up more. Why was Natsu acting like this in front of everyone?

You loved him—liked him, you corrected yourself quickly—but this was just embarrassing. The last thing you needed was for the whole guild to think you were helpless and needed a dragon slayer to fight your battles for you.

“Lucy, help me out here,” you pleaded under your breath, shooting a desperate glance at the celestial mage sitting nearby. Lucy gave you a sympathetic smile, but she clearly wasn’t going to interfere. She probably thought it was cute.

Well, you didn’t.

“Oi, Gray, keep your shirt on and your eyes off her,” Natsu barked, his eyes flashing as Gray walked in your direction, hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t even—” Gray began, but Natsu cut him off with a huff, stepping between the two of you.

“Yeah, well, you better not be,” Natsu snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Natsu, please,” you whispered, “you’re embarrassing me.”

Natsu blinked at you, his sharp gaze softening slightly. “What? Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off, biting your lip. How were you supposed to explain that everyone was staring, that your crush on him was already making it hard to breathe, and now he was drawing even more attention to the both of you?

Natsu frowned, his expression genuinely confused. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, (Y/N). You know I don’t want anyone messin’ with you.”

“I know that,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “But you don’t have to scare off everyone. They’re just our friends.”

He scratched his head, looking utterly clueless. “But I don’t want any of ‘em getting ideas. You’re too important to me for that.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, and you glanced up at him, eyes wide. “I… I am?”

“‘Course you are,” Natsu said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze softened again, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why else d’you think I’d be so protective? You’re… special.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was again—another hint that maybe he didn’t just see you as a friend. Maybe all this overprotectiveness wasn’t just about keeping you safe; maybe it was because he cared about you in a different way.

But you still weren’t sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at you. “Natsu,” you began cautiously, “are you being overprotective because… you like me?”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he processed the question. Then, a slow, sheepish grin spread across his face. “I… yeah, I guess I am.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “R-Really?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t realize it at first, but I think… I’ve always liked you, (Y/N). I just didn’t know how to say it.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. Natsu Dragneel, the guy you had been crushing on for ages, liked you back?

Before you could respond, Natsu took a step closer, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t want anyone else even thinkin’ about you that way, y’know? You’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your face heat up all over again. “I… I’ve liked you for a while too, Natsu,” you admitted shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natsu’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite your embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Natsu’s expression softened, and before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, warm hug, pulling you against his chest. “That’s awesome, (Y/N),” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so glad.”

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with happiness as you hugged him back. “Me too.”

“Guess that means we’re dating now, huh?” Natsu said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, his grin as wide as ever.

You blushed, but nodded. “I guess it does.”

Natsu’s smile turned even softer, and he leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting anyone else get close to you from now on.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling lighter than you had in days. “You’re still overprotective.”

“Damn right I am,” Natsu said proudly. “But now I’ve got a reason.”

[kayhi808]

They Met in Delacroix - Part 2

Life works in mysterious ways. You followed some loser thousands of miles across the country only to be dumped and left with nothing & no one. This was not the life you envisioned for yourself. Tonight you're in the arms of the Winter Soldier, flirting and dancing under the stars of a cloudless Louisiana sky. Who would have predicted this? Not you.

You've never had this much fun. Laughed this hard. Or felt so welcome & included as you did today with Sarah & her family. And Bucky. You finally had to throw in the towel & pull Bucky off the dancefloor. "I can't remember when I've had this much fun," grabbing a bottle of water & taking a long drink, "Or danced this much! You're a very good dancer, Sargeant Barnes."

Leaning in, "it helps when i have the best partner."

"Smooth," you laugh.

"You like that?"

"No," you dead pan. His smile slides off his face & replaced by his scowl, which makes you laugh harder. "No, you made me feel like Cinderella. It's like I've run away to the ball."

"Did I, princess?"

You smile & nod, "But...I really need to go or else I'll turn into a pumpkin."

"What? Why? It's still early!"

"I've got an hour drive back home & I work a breakfast shift tomorrow."

Groaning, "Okkayyy." You laugh at him & he smiles. He unlocks & hands you his phone. "So you don't have to leave me your shoe." You gladly enter your number, already hoping he'll contact you.

You say your farewell to Sarah & the family and Bucky walks you to your truck. A bunch of cars have left, so you'll be able to maneuver your truck out of there. Buck open your door for you & gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Drive safe & let me know you got home ok." He shoots off a quick text & you hear the chime from your bag. "That's me."

"G'night Bucky."

******

The days pass & you and Bucky start texting each other. The notifications from your phone puts a smile on your face knowing it's Bucky.

Wednesday morning comes around and you help set up the restaurant for the day, since you have the morning shifts. You're still new, so you get stuck with the day shifts & not the very lucrative evenings. You'll get there. You can't really complain, it's for a high end restaurant, so daytime tips are better than a lot of places. You look up and find Sarah making her usual delivery, but Bucky trails in behind her carrying the coolers. He gives you a wink as he navigates the kitchen. You smile, but hurry back out into the dining room to get out of their way & to try & get control of your emotions. He's just too handsome. You distract yourself by wiping down the tables before opening, when Bucky walks over.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I was wondering if you'd be working this morning."

You nod, "I usually work breakfast/lunch shifts."

Bucky nods, 'Nice."

"Yeah."

Sarah hurries out of the kitchen, already having completed her transaction. "If you're going to ask her out, hurry up! We still have 3 more deliveries to make. Move it!" She smiles & sticks her tongue out at you as she passes, jogging outside to prep for the next delivery.

Bucky throws his hands up in the air, "Come on!" He looks back at you & his cheeks are tinged pink. He gives you a crooked smile. "So about that," rubbing the back of his neck with his Vibranium hand.

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

Bucky laughs, placing his hands on his hips, "That wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. You'd want to go out with me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Ok, great. I'll call you later & we can work out the details."

Sarah leans on her horn, "BARNES!!"

"For the love of God!" He glares out at Sarah in her truck while you laugh. He turns back to you, "I gotta go." He leans in to kiss your cheek, "I'll call you later, princess." He dashes outside & you can see Sarah heckling him.

*****

It was decided that Bucky would drive up to New Orleans. There wasn't much to do in Delacroix besides fishing. You didn't live in the nicest neighborhood. When your ex broke up with you, you were left with literally nothing. You lived at his place, he supported you. You had to use up all your savings to secure a deposit & first months rent for this little studio walk-up and your used truck. You especially didn't want Bucky to see how & where you lived. It was embarrassing.

You threw your denim jacket over your yellow floral sundress & headed out to meet Bucky. You agreed to meet for lunch in Jackson Square at The Gumbo Shop.

As you cross the street to the cafe, you already see Bucky leaning against the side of the building. He's early. He gives you a single wave & straightens up as you run up to meet him. "I'm sorry! I hope you weren't waiting long."

"No, I was early. You're fine." He holds you at arm's length, "Don't you look like a ray of sunshine."

Looking down at your dress, "Too bright."

"You look stunning." He grabs your hand & leads you inside.

*****

Bucky is so attentive all through lunch. He has a way of getting you talking about yourself, and you end up telling your story. "So, this guy leaves you with nothing? Doesn't even offer to help you get back home?"

"It's not like we were married, I couldn't demand 'half'." Shaking your head, "I didn't really have much back in California. I don't have family. It was cheaper to stay here & make things work." You can feel the anger rolling off Bucky in waves. Reaching across the table you grab his hand. He notices you don't even flinch that its his Vibranium hand. "You're very sweet to be outraged on my behalf."

"That's not how you treat someone. Especially someone who uprooted their life to follow you across the country. Things don't work out, I get it, but still."

"Lesson learned, right?" trying to make light of the situation. "Besides, if I didn't get stranded, would we be having the best gumbo EVER?" Bucky is still glaring. "Or would I have gotten to play Cinderella & dance under the stars with an Avenger?" That brings a blush and a small laugh out of him. You shrug and laugh, "It may have been worth it. I'd do it again."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." He said it with so much sincerity, it almost makes you cry.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"C'mon, lets get outta here." Bucky pulls you out of your chair to wrap his arms around you, and dropping a kiss at your temple.

You spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around the Sculpture Gardens by the museum eating gelato & talking about everything under the sun.

As you were curled up in bed that night, texting Bucky good night, you go over the events of the day & it was truly the best date you'd ever been on. Maybe after experiencing such turmoil with your ex, you deserved this little bit of happiness. You realized you were speaking the truth earlier. You'd go through all that again knowing you'll have this time with Bucky to enjoy.

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[the-possum-writes]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

❥Character: Patrick O'Hara (Web Slinger)

❥Fandom: Spiderverse

❥Tags: NSFW, gen!neutral reader, unspecified g*nitalia, PWP, sweetheart as a pet name

❥Synopsis: Imagine being new to the spider society and after meeting Web Slinger you're immediately smitten and whisper to yourself. "Uff, I wouldn't mind riding that cowboy to save a horse." And next thing you know he's got you cornered and say. "I heard you like saving horses."

❥A/n: I would've liked to write relationship hcs first but I would need to investigate more, so enjoy this P/with plot. 🤠

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined riding a spider horse beside a cowboy in a society of spider people, as if being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't bizarre enough. The trip on his horse Widow is undoubtedly bumpy, but after talking with Web Slinger, he's been nothing but charismatic and charming, so when he offered you a ride, you were quick to accept, especially now that you're able to wrap your arms around this athletic build.

"First time riding a horse?" You tighten your grip on Web Slinger's strong midsection as his horse suddenly turns sharply to race on the underside of a staircase. If you played your cards well, your hands might "accidentally" slide a few times simply to run them over his abdomen.

"No, but in my world, horses don't exactly gallop across the ceilings." You cough and chuckle, trying not to look down as the blood rushes to your head from being upside down.

"It's just like any other horse. Though, you're going to have to grab on tighter for this part." even though his tone is stern, you get the impression he's smiling under his bandana as Widow dashed through plenty passageways. Web Slinger climbs off first and helps you down after noting how unsteady you are after the trip after a few dizzying jumps later Widow comes to a rest as you quickly reach at the location where you file for one of those multidimensional gadgets.

"How are you feeling, partner? Widow was just trying to show off; we don't typically provide joyrides." Widow neighs with a contented breath as Web Slinger apologizes.

"I'm fine; I just need a minute or two." Even though you feel as though the world is spinning, you can't really complain because you got to share body heat with this charming guy. Web Slinger may come off as stern and unwelcome at first, but he has been an absolute gentleman. He may make fun of you occasionally, but how can you be mad when it results in a hug?

"How about you take a breather while I fetch you some water, I won't take long!" and with that he pulls out one of his guns and web swings himself to the nearest vending machine.

Leaning against Widow, you take a moment to calm yourself down. You briefly close your eyes to gather your thoughts before Widow's mane hairs begin to tickle your nose. "Heh, you're really quite something, aren't ya girl? You stroke beneath her head and hear her let out a breath, "You're lucky to be his partner, I know I'd love to spend more time with him. Between you and me, I'd definitely ride that cowboy to save a horse," you chuckle softly to yourself, realizing how ridiculous you must look chatting raunchy topics with a horse. Web Slinger returns with a bottle of water, which he throws to you as you catch it with one hand, and you immediately stop talking.

He inquires, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Definitely, after talking to your buddy here, it helped." You lightly pat Widow's side.

"Oh? Is that true? Web Slinger briefly held Widow's head in his hands as if speaking to her, and from the sound of his voice and the way his eye mask moved, it appears like he is interested in what is being said. Which you hoped wasn't a thing.

You make a joke, "Yeah... she's very talkative."

He played along, saying, "Huh, good things about me I hope."

You didn't like the way his voice changed since it seemed like he was on to you, but you had no way of knowing, so you instantly changed the subject. "Anyway! I should get moving so Miguel doesn't come up and chastise me for not wearing a bracelet, hah! By the way, thanks a lot."

"No problem, you know how to reach me if you need help with anything else." As Widow begins a quick gallop, Web Slinger taps his bracelet and tilts his hat to say goodbye before you turn around and go your own ways. However, the manner he is holding the reins behind you causes him to stop moving, and Widow stopped moving when she felt what her rider was thinking.

You anticipated that it would be some time before you saw Web Slinger again, but to your surprise, he came looking for you right after you received your new, sparkly bracelet. In fact, you were tinkering with it when he arrived. He approached you from behind, coming up to you on foot, saying, "Looking quite fancy."

"Thanks Spider "Byte said it should help with the glitching and traveling," you say as you turn around to face him. "Speaking of which, where's that partner of yours?" you ask, referring to the horse.

"Widow is at the cafeteria, she loves the empanadas there, in fact you should try them sometime." Web Slinger mentions with a small laugh before pausing briefly. "But also, she wanted to give me some privacy so we could talk."

"And what do you wanna talk about that not even your horse isn't here? You two seem inseparable." you ask of him, but while you kept questioning it inside your head you didn't notice how there was less and less people around you two.

"Well you're right on that, you see, we were both bitten by the same spider so we have this mental link I call Rider sense," while the man gave his explanation you two turn the corner in a secluded hallway. "And let's just say a little spider told me you have a thing for 'saving horses~" he purposely blocked your left side with a single arm, leaning closer for dramatic effect. Back in your universe you recognize it as a kabedon.

The realization became apparent in your expression, even if you were wearing a mask or not. But there's advantages to being cornered, especially for a spider. "What can I say? I'm quite the animal activist." you lower your voice a bit, drawing him close enough to walk you fingers up his chest.

___

Riding a cowboy can't compare to riding a horse, but they sure are similar enough. The wooden headboard cracks under the pressure of your grip as you hold onto dear life, you're lucky Web Slinger took you to a secluded cabin in his universe cause it's imposible to contain the unholy noises coming from you when bouncying on the mighty steed that is Patrick O'Hara's cock.

"Slingeeer...! Fuck..." you lower your hands to his bare chest, your fingertip twitching on the few hairs scattered over his pectorals.

"Patrick, the names Patrick." he tells you with a strangled grunt. Web Slinger's is currently laying on his back as you ride him senseless, even if that spider bite gave you inhuman strength this man still has your legs cramping as you keep up with his own speed, he helps you by firmly holding your hips with his bare hands like the leather straps on Widow's harness but instead it's to keep you steady as the friction between your joined sexes becomes slippery and heated. Normally you'd hold on for longer but there's something about the angle of his raw cock inside you, the smell of sweat and the insinuating creaking of the bed that has you coming close all over this cowboy.

"God, you're so tight-" Web Slinger struggles to regulate his rhythm as he reaches his end as you milk his needy cock. He immediately sits up to wrap his tan arms around you, ramming inside you desperately as he chases his own high.

"...Patrick... PATRICK!" the edge of your climax catches up to you and doesn't let you string out anything that isn't helpless whining.

You didn't think his voice could get any hotter due to that old timey accent but you're proven wrong when he comes inside you with an array of deep growls and breathy sighs, hearing your name in between a few whispers. "That's it, so good for me, fuck, FUCK." even though he stayed still for a while Patrick still held a nice hold on you, bringing you down with him as he collapses back into the worn out mattress and tangled sheets.

"So... what you think sweetheart?" Patrick asks , propping himself on an elbow as he gives you a lazy smile.

"Wow, just wow." you exasperate. "I mean.. It's been a while since I had this much fun during a joyride." you attempt to comb your sweaty hair only to find Patrick's hat on your head, tossing it away with a laugh as you forgot you were wearing that thing.

"Expect nothing less with me sweetheart," he traces his fingertips over the side of your body, enjoying the afterglow.

[nahoney22]

Hello!!!!! I love your works❤🩷💖, specifically the ones about Tech. Could I request a TechxFem!reader fluff and smutty fic thats NSFW with the prompt: "..." "..." "do you want to kiss?" "Yeah."

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Tech X F!Reader

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Prompt: “…” “…” “Do you want to kiss?” “Yeah.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Strong suggestive themes, female reader wearing a dress, mutual pining, friends to lovers, kisses. Borderline public displays of affection.

authors note: as always, sorry for the wait anon. 😚

Pabu truly was one of the most beautiful places you had ever visited. And all thanks to Phee, you were certainly not shy about calling this place ‘home’.

The atmosphere was jubilant as you all ventured to a bar with a breathtaking view of the ocean for a drink, and by chance, you found yourself sliding into a booth next to Tech.

Hunter and Wrecker had gone to fetch drinks, while Omega had dashed off to have fun with her newfound friend and other youngsters in the area. As for you, you reveled in the soothing music and pleasant company.

“How are you enjoying it here?" Tech turned to you, and the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach was unavoidable. His gaze upon you was tender yet filled with intrigue, and a faint smile danced upon the corner of his lips.

Truthfully it was hard to pinpoint the exact moment these emotions had emerged, but they had taken hold fast. Very fast. He had always been attentive to you, and as the sun bathed him in a radiant glow, you couldn't help but melt in front of him.

"I love it," you replied eventually, hoping he hadn't noticed you gawking at him, "it's what Omega needs. What we all need."

Tech hummed in response, glancing around. "Indeed, it is a delightful environment for us to seek refuge in."

You rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him. "Come on, let loose tonight. Don't think like a soldier."

Once again, he directed his gaze towards you and adjusted his goggles. "I am unsure of what you mean."

"Loosen up," you stated, your eyes gleaming with tenderness and mischievousness. "Just relax."

"But I am a soldier, and our group has faced arduous times. It is only rational to remain vigilant," he responded logically. A tinge of guilt washed over you for expecting him to act as if everything were perfect.

"I understand," you nodded. "But let's celebrate tonight. It's good to momentarily forget about our troubles." Your gaze swept across the bar and landed on some dancers. "Why don't you go dance?"

Tech's eyes widened at your suggestion, shaking his head. "Dancing is not my strong suit. Moreover, I prefer not to make a fool of myself," he admitted with a chuckle. "Why don't you go and dance?"

"I'd rather stay and chat with you. I enjoy your company," you replied with confidence, observing Tech's surprised expression.

"Truly?" he questioned.

You tilted your head, offering a warm smile. "Of course, Tech. I... I always enjoy our conversations."

You could almost see his thoughts racing behind his eyes, deliberating on what to say or not to say. "I appreciate that sentiment, and I must admit that I also enjoy every interaction we share," he replied slowly, ensuring that his words flowed smoothly, as your captivating gaze had entranced him.

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as a blush creeps up your neck in response to his considerate words. "Is that so?" you tease, turning to face him more directly, your leg playfully nudging against his own.

Momentarily startled by the sudden contact, he freezes, but you remain oblivious. "I was contemplating how pleasant the weather is and how different it is for me to see you in a dress," he confesses, his eyes subtly traversing your form, thoroughly enjoying the sight before him.

Glancing down at the dress you're wearing, you let out a soft hum. "Yeah, it's a bit of a difference from our usual attire, but I wanted a change. The fabric feels good too," you reply nonchalantly, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes as you notice his quick flicker of gaze from your chest back to your eyes. Your heart rate quickens slightly, wondering if he had admired you like that before without your awareness. Yet, you decide not to overthink it. "I see you're sporting a new shirt too."

Once again, he adjusts his goggles and swallows hard, summoning a modicum of courage. "Would it be inappropriate for me to ask if I could feel the fabric?" he inquires, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Your eyes widen, a curious expression taking hold. "Only because it's rare to come across new materials," he adds hastily, though you're not entirely convinced. Nevertheless, you see no harm in indulging his request.

"Sure, go ahead," you reply, accompanied by a gentle giggle. You watch as Tech raises his hand toward you, half expecting him to touch the small strap on your shoulder. However, to your surprise, a small gasp of astonishment is stifled as his hand lands on your waist, gently exploring the fabric between his fingertips.

Noticing him inhale sharply, you find yourself controlling your own breathing as he murmurs, "You're right, this material feels exquisite against the skin. Perfect for this climate..." His words trail off, but his hand remains in place.

You can only hum in agreement, afraid that any spoken word might shatter the spell and cause him to withdraw his touch.

Amidst the fading sounds of music, chatter, and clinking glasses, your gaze remains fixed on him as his hand slowly trails down from your waist to your thigh, where the dress rides up slightly.

"You look beautiful," he utters under his breath, and for a moment, you're not certain if you heard him correctly. But as he finally meets your gaze, his eyes intense and resolute, any doubts dissipate.

"Thank you," you whisper, your eyes locked on his.

"I sincerely hope you don't mind me touching you like this," he asks, his thumb brushing softly against your bare thigh, sending a shiver through your core.

Shaking your head, words failing you momentarily, you manage to exhale shakily, "Not at all... you could even..."

"Even what, my dear?" The endearing term sends warmth tingling through your skin, granting you the courage to continue.

"You could even come closer, if you'd like."

He smirks, an alluring expression that exudes charm. Smoothly, he nestles closer to you, practically hip to hip, his hand still resting on your leg. "Is this proximity to your liking?" he speaks in a low tone, as if the entire bar and its patrons have disappeared from both of your minds.

"Perfect," you respond, matching his smirk and slowly placing a hand on his chest, your fingertips gently tracing the fabric of his shirt. "I must say, your shirt is made of rather nice material as well."

His fingers flex against your thigh, a deep sigh escaping his lips as your hand moves to his arm, gliding up and down his well-defined skin.

The tension between you is palpable, your faces closer to each other than ever before. It feels as if time has slowed down, and you thrive in the closeness. You yearn to inhale deeply, taking in his intoxicating scent, but the skin-on-skin contact consumes your attention entirely.

Silence hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.

“…”

“…”

"Do you want to kiss?" he asks, his words so soft that they could have been a dream. Yet, his gaze shifts from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips, filled with a star-struck wonder.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice equally hushed.

His free hand comes to the side of your neck, pulling you in close as his lips meet yours in a passionate dance. The whole galaxy around you fades away as you surrender to the firmness of his touch, moving in perfect harmony. Ignoring any possible onlookers, you revel in the intensity of the moment. A table conveniently shields the view of your legs, concealing the fact that the moan escaping your lips is a result of Tech's teasing hand sliding up under your dress.

"I don't think the others will return with our drinks anytime soon," you whisper against his lips, earning a mere chuckle.

"Then I suppose we should find a more secluded spot to further explore this endeavor?" he suggests and against all expectations he performs a bold and uncharacteristic action on his part. He trails his tongue along your lower lip, leaving you yearning for more, practically begging him to do it again.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” You grin and watch as he stands, taking your hand and dragging you out the bar to a serene and beautiful area where he was 100% certain nobody would find you both.

Once alone, you’re pushed up against a wall that was shrouded with colorful flowers, overlooking the ocean, the sun setting on you both as Tech’s hands travel under your dress, cupping your aching, warm sex as he assaults your neck with glorious kisses. “I can not begin to tell you how much I have wanted to do this. To touch you,” he sighs, licking a stripe against your neck before dominating your lips, “to have you.”

“Then don't tell me,” you moan, head tilting back as his lips move to your exposed collarbones and chest, melting as his hand begins to rub against your damp panties, “just show me.”

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[your-divine-ribs]

I’m With the Band Part 30

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I can do nothing but watch helplessly as Johnny, Dean and Joe make for the door. Joe has a cheeky glint in his eye as he claps Sam firmly on the back as he passes by. "Enjoy yer brekkie mate!" He sniggers, eyes darting to me as he shouts out a goodbye, but I don't reply. I've got my eyes fixed on Johnny, willing him to stop and turn around. Surely he can feel the heat of my angry glare? It must be burning into the back of his skull like a pair of twin laser beams.

If he does he chooses to ignore it, slipping through the open door as Dean holds it open for him and Joe, then their noisy chatter finally gets cut off as it closes behind them, leaving me and Sam alone.

If I could have magically conjured up a rift in the coffee shop floor that I could slide into and hide away then I would. Anything would be better than facing Sam right now.

I consider my options. I could get up out of my seat and make a dash for the door, or I could stay where I am and face the music, actually try and take some responsibility for something for once.

I steal a glance at Sam, watch as his heavy brow furrows into a deep crease, an unreadable expression on his face. I'm half expecting him to turn straight back round and walk away and out the door but he doesn't. He just stands there for a few moments looking at me, and then to my surprise he walks over, coming to a stop at the entrance to my booth.

"I'm guessing by the look on yer face that you didn't know owt about this either?"

"Uh-huh..."

I nervously chew at my bottom lip, wide eyes imploring him for mercy, hoping he's calmed down since he unleashed on me in the kitchen of the hotel suite. My hands are clasped around my coffee cup, fingers anxiously pawing at the ceramic as I surreptitiously try to release some of my pent up, nervous energy.

Then to my complete surprise I note Sam's lips curl up at the edges, a hint of a smile that he doesn't try to hide. "Bloody Bondy," he muses to himself, shaking his head. "Trust him to pull a stunt like this. That's him all over that is. Never could stand to see anyone fighting."

I allow a tiny giggle of relief to slip out. "I had no idea what he was up to... I swear. I'm going to  kill him."

"Aye, and if ya need a hand I'm right here," Sam nods. He steps even closer, sliding into the opposite side of the booth and taking a seat so he's sitting right opposite, facing me.

There's an awkward moment of silence where Sam picks up the menu and starts to scan it and I feel like I should fill the quiet, but I'm not sure how to. On one hand I don't want to dredge everything back up, but on the other I know if I let things simmer, it's just going to make it even more awkward further down the line.

"Sam..." I begin, stopping short when he lowers the menu and his face comes into view.

"I... errr... I just wanted to say..." I pause, taking a deep breath.

Damn, this apologising shit is harder than I thought it would be. He raises his eyebrows, cool blue eyes scanning my face. His expression's unnervingly neutral, not giving anything away. I squirm where you sit, just about to formulate a heartfelt apology into words when a waitress appears to take Sam's order. An exhale of pure relief escapes me as Sam's attention gets diverted. He orders a full English breakfast with all the trimmings... these band guys sure have hearty appetites... and I opt for another coffee, my stomach too tied up in anxious knots to eat.

The waitress eventually leaves and Sam reclines back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest. "So... what did you want to say to me then?"

It's useless, any momentum I'd picked up earlier has now gone, my courage retreated. "Oh yeah," I mumble, eyes darting between Sam's expectant gaze and my empty coffee cup. "I just wanted to know... how the show went... this morning?"

I think I see a tiny flicker of something resembling hopefulness die in Sam's eyes at my avoidance of the situation but I can't be sure. He cracks a small grin nevertheless, amused.

"Yeah, it was good... really good. I wouldn't recommend appearing on live national TV with a stonking hangover though! Reckon I was still a bit pissed to be honest." He chuckles to himself, rubbing his face briskly with his hands. "Christ I feel rough, sure I must look it too."

A quick appraisal of Sam shows that definitely isn't the case. His hair's a little mussed and he has a dark shadow forming on his chin where he's unshaven, but if anything this hint of ruggedness just adds to his overall attractiveness. I can't help the smugness that washes over me as flashbacks of last night flood my mind.

"No... not at all," I hurriedly say, my smile uncharacteristically coy. "You look good... really good actually. I'm sure no one noticed that you'd been on it last night."

Sam laughs again. "Of course they did, but then I reckon the whole world knows exactly what I was up to last night though thanks to you, eh?"

His voice is tinged with sarcasm, his expression pointed, and I feel my confidence shrinking even more. I start talking immediately, my cheeks growing hotter by the second until I feel like I might burst into flames.

"Look Sam... I am so sorry. I swear I never meant those photos to get out. I'm an idiot. I know it's a poor excuse but I was drunk and I didn't think it through. I guess I was just caught up in the moment and excited to be with you..." I pause, sucking in a quick breath, my voice decreasing in volume until it's nothing more than a sulky murmur as I look down at the tabletop, avoiding Sam's eyes. "If I could go back in time and undo everything I would, believe me."

There's quiet for a moment and I glance up, surprised to see Sam watching me with a small smirk curving his lips. "You'd undo everything that happened last night then, would ya?"

"Not everything," I reply quickly, my own smile emerging tentatively. "I definitely don't regret that... not for a second... even if you do."

Now it's my turn to watch Sam's reactions, curious as to how his feelings might have changed since last night, wondering whether my big mistake means that any chance of a repeat performance is completely off the cards in the future. He holds my gaze for a moment, pensive like he might be considering the same thing. Then suddenly he's sitting forward and leaning towards me, reaching for my hands and entangling them from the coffee cup that I'm still grasping. I'm stunned but I let him entwine his fingers through mine, our clasped hands coming to rest on the table top in a blatantly public display of affection that shocks me even further.

"I like you Arabella... I really do." He smiles, warm and surprisingly sincere. "I'm not gonna lie, when you're in this industry it's really not hard to find a quick hook-up, some of the lasses... you should see 'em! Proper throwing themselves at me!" He pauses, eyes as wide as saucers. "Me of all people! I'm just a bloody normal lad from Shields an' all. Couldn't pull to save me life at school!"

I giggle at his comical expression. "Well... you are famous now, what do you expect?"

"Exactly... and that's just the problem." He sounds exasperated, although I can't for the life of me work out why.

"I thought that was every guy's dream? To be lusted after by loads of girls? You could probably take your pick."

He sighs. He's still holding on to my hands and I surreptitiously glance around, wondering if anyone's noticed that none other than Sam-fucking-Fender's siting here with me now, holding on to me like he's no intention of ever letting me go.

"Like I said, it's dead easy to find a quick fling, a meaningless shag, but what's not easy to find is a real connection with someone that's more than that... someone genuine who sees past all the fame and shit. Someone you can trust..."

Trust...

The word hangs in the air, stirring up the guilt that's still simmering inside from letting Sam down like I did... but hold on... what's he actually saying here? I'm stunned and mildly anxious, trying to make sense of his words.

"You can trust me Sam, if that's what you're saying. I just fucked up the once, that's all. I wouldn't dream of doing it again, but I don't... umm... I'm not errr.... I'm not looking for anything steady... a relationship..."

What the hell am I saying? I'm aware that a million and one girls would be clamouring to be in my position right now, sitting opposite Sam whilst he talks candidly like this, it's just with words like 'trust' and 'real connections' being bandied about I can't help but feel a surge of panic. It's an instinctive reaction that I can't control, my aversion to commitment putting up automatic barriers.

But I needn't have worried. Sam's smiling again, that boyish grin of his that makes his dimples pop. "Ahh, don't worry love, I'm not actually looking for a relationship either... well not in the conventional sense anyway. I've just split up with my long-term girlfriend, see." His face scrunches a little with something I can't identify... regret maybe. "It were the relentless touring, never being at home, all the interviews and appearances, it just got too much. I couldn't give her what she wanted... what she deserved..."

I recall my conversation with Johnny. "Bondy said you were off women... 'no more lasses for me'... I think that's how he put it. Your words apparently."

Sam chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah well... that was until last night. It's great on tour with all the lads, they're like me best mates, but I miss a bit of female company from time to time." His smile turns mischievous then, a certain twinkle in his eye that makes my pulse quicken. "I enjoyed last night ya know, I mean like I really enjoyed it."

I smirk back at him, playful and seductive. "Me too."

"Which is why..." he begins, leaning further over the table with a nod of his head, urging me to do the same, secretive. I comply.

"Uh-huh?"

"Which is why I wondered if you wanted to come to some sort of... arrangement..." His voice is low, barely audible, his cheeks stained an adorable shade of pink. "I... errr... I don't usually do this kinda thing, but like I said before Arabella, I like you a lot. You said yourself you weren't looking for anything serious, but you're good fun to be around, you make me laugh, you're... sexy as hell..."

His blush deepens and I find my own cheeks heating up again.

"Arrangement?" I repeat and he nods eagerly, a sense of understanding passing between us both. It's only too obvious what he's asking of me, and I can barely contain my excitement.

"You mean like fuck buddies?"

At that exact moment the middle-aged waitress appears with Sam's breakfast order and my coffee and I brazenly meet her look of distaste with a bold and challenging smirk. Sam withdraws his hands like mine are suddenly scalding hot.

"Jesus Arabella, keep ya voice down, would ya?" He hisses once she's out of ear-shot.

I bite down a giggle at his shocked face, grinning widely. "Well... that's what you mean isn't it?"

His shock quickly gives way to laughter and he shakes his head, amused disbelief. "I was thinking more like... friends with benefits actually. We're gonna be seeing a lot of each other so, ya know, if stuff happens then stuff happens..."

"Friends with benefits?" I echo, trying to keep my cool even though there's a whole host of excited fireworks exploding inside me. I definitely wasn't expecting this when Bondy set me up in the sneaky way that he did. I wonder whether he'd still have done what he did if he'd have anticipated this outcome? Probably not... but who knows with Bondy? The man's an enigma and I've still not succeeded in fully working out his motives.

"So...?"

Sam's hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks bring me back to the present and the still unaccepted offer which hangs in the air between us both. He looks nervous but eager as hell and that fact alone is enough to make me want to climb over the table right now and press my lips against his by way of a binding agreement.

I decide on a more subtle approach though, a sweet smile with an edge of wickedness which Sam quickly reciprocates, and a simple reply. "Sounds good to me... sign me up I guess!"

Sam's wearing an expression like all his Christmases have come at once and he picks up his knife and fork and assesses his plate of food.

"We gotta be discreet though," he tells me, skewering a sausage with his fork and lifting it up. "And ya can't tell any of the Catfish lads, not even Bondy... and not Van... especially not Van..." He shakes his head, looking cautious. "And no more sneaky photos to your mates, okay? It'll just get complicated if people find out."

I reach forward, plucking the sausage off his fork with a cheeky grin, bringing it up to my lips in a blatantly suggestive action which makes his eyes bug out of his head.

"Don't worry Sam... it'll be our little secret. No one needs to know."

I take a big bite.

[fortune-fool02]

A Sweet Smile

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Prompt: 1.smiling at each other from across the room

Hii!!! Can I request prompts 1 for Leon for "cute interactions"? Because Leon has such a beautiful smile and it makes me ehdhejdhxjsjsb

It can be where the reader always smiles at Leon during training and he's kind of confused but smiles back. Or whatever you want. Up to you!

Love your writing too❤️

Warning: No spoilers for RE 2 Remake. Fluff.

I absolutely love this request! Leon has such cute smiles! I decided to go for RE 2 Leon for this. Sorry if this is short.

Please enjoy.

The muffled sound of gunshots bounced about a little, bullets shooting through the targets one after another. Each one roughly around the centre, even if they were a little off by centimetres. It wasn't bad, his aim was improving.

Leon took a breath as he lowered the gun, the light dash of adrenaline lingering in his veins, leaving him feeling a little fuzzy. Though he didn't really want to have to use a gun, he understood the reasoning behind it. Either way, he was just happy to finally be here. To be part of the Police Department he had always dreamed of as a child. Even if his most recent break-up wasn't pretty. Still, he pushed that to the bsck of his mind to forget and focused on the next targets.

The targets went down again after he emptied his magazine into them, and a low whistle could be heard. A young woman stood by, leaning against the wall.

"Nice shooting there, rookie." Her voice held a sense of approval, her lips lifted into a smile that sent a flutter of butterflies in Leon's stomach. He blinked before returning a lightly nervous smile, not quite sure how to respond with this feeling.

"Thanks. Um, I'm Leon Kennedy." He introduced himself, putting the gun's safety back on then set it down on the table in front of him, carefully removing the safety gear on his face.

"[Name] [Surname], a pleasure to meet you." He had heard that name a few times around the department. Talented with a gun and able to hold her own. She walked over to him, her eyes drifting from his face down to the gun beside him, "You're not bad with that. Better than I was expecting." Little threads seeped into him at her words, making him feel light and warm.

"Thanks. I thought I'd just get some more practice in before I head out on patrol later." She hummed in agreement. There was no such thing as too much practice with a gun, especially when it came to some of the criminals they had to face. People who wouldn't hesitate to take a life. Leon had to be prepared for an encounter.

She had seen a too many good people get hurt because they hesitated or missed.

Picking up the gun again, she handed it to him. "Hold it." Confused, Leon did as told, holding the gun how he usually did. [Name] moved behind him, her hands sliding down his arms to aim it back at the targets. Her lips close to his ear,

"When aiming, don't always aim for the centre. Remember, they'll be moving and you'll have the wind." Her hands slowly guided his lower, "And relax your shoulders. You'll hurt yourself otherwise."

Listening to her guidance, Leon eased some tension in his shoulders and took a slow breath. Her body heat was comforting and soothing, more so than the cold metal of the gun in his hand.

"There you go." [Name]'s praise sparked more in him before she pulled away and lightly patted his back. Turning on her heel, she began to head out of the shooting range and stopped at the doorway, "Also, Leon. You look cute when you smile."

Heat began to fill his cheeks, his lips lifting up into a small, warmer smile.

[ashtronomyys]

"Uhh Lt, you've got a little..."

"I'm aware, Johnny," Ghost spoke with a tint of annoyance in his voice.

The meerkat perched on Ghost turned towards Soap, eyeing him up and down as if judging him, daring him to encroach upon his newly claimed territory.

Soap snickered at the beady eyes that raked over his form. The animal then turned its attention back towards Ghost. It sniffed around the black balaclava, nudged the fabric with its nose, and even lightly nipped at his head a couple of times. "Looks like the wee thing has taken a shine to ya," Soap teased.

"Well, that makes two pests who like getting in my hair," Ghost spat back. Soap would've kicked his side if it weren't for the little guy. "Just focus on the task Soap, it'll move on its own."

The meerkat decided to step right on the top of Simon's head then, balancing on its back legs and raising its snout into the air.

"I dunno Ghost, doesn't like yer little friend doesn't plan on leaving ya anytime soon."

"He'll move," Ghost huffed.

The said friend seemed to have no intention on leaving, it spun in several circles before curling itself into a ball, nestling itself smack dab in the center of his head and letting out a content sigh. Soap failed to contain the laughter bubbling out of him. Damn, if only he brought a camera!

"Not another word, Johnny. I'd hate to have to reprimand you over a fucking rodent," Ghost threatened with his signature harsh tone. The words didn't hold as much weight as they usually did, though, not with the fuzzy little critter sitting comically on top of him like it owned the place. "Eyes up Sergeant, targets on the move. Need you in position next to me."

Soap lifted his rifle and got down onto the ground, lining his scope up along the horizon, same as Ghost. "Can do sir... Well, /sirs/."

Ghost sighed next to him, but let the joke slide. His focus was drawn towards the complex now, the pair of soldiers tasked with keeping overwatch on the arms dealer while Price and Gaz snuck through the facility, disabling the security measures in place before kicking things off.

Minutes of scanning the buildings slowly bled into an hour. Soap occasionally shuffled a limb or two, shook his hands to get blood flow circulating again. Ghost on the other hand, lay stock still, not moving a centimeter as he remained vigilant. Soap could just see the small brown lump still fast asleep in the same spot as before if he turned his head just enough to the left.

He was halfway through a debate in his head of the pros and cons of reaching over and petting the little rascal when the crackle of comms rang through their headsets.

"A team to B team, sorry it took so long. The general pulled out all the stops on this shithole. You boys still eyes up?" Price's voice came through.

"In position, confirm visual on the target," Ghost responded.

"Alright lads, then let's get this party started. On your go," Price ordered.

"Copy. Soap, if you've got a shot, take it."

"Roger that. To Hell with this bastard," Soap held in a deep breath, lined his sights up on the target, and pulled the trigger.

*Pop*

The sound rolled across the hills and down the valley. As Soap watched the body in the distance fall to the ground, he saw several furry critters dash along the ground in front of them. Soap's eyes widened, he turned to the side just in time to see the lieutenant brush off another pair of meerkats off his back. The fuzzy little guys darted along the dirt, burrowing into one of the clusters of holes a few feet behind them.

Ghost dusted himself off and nudged Soap with his foot. "No time for a nap, Sergeant. Still need to rendezvous with Gaz and Price. On me."

Soap stumbled after the man as he trotted off towards the growing gunfire. "What happened back there?" he asked. "I thought there was just the one back there with us?"

Ghost shrugged. "Guess our lookout point was already occupied."

"Yeah, by a whole fucking apartment complex by the looks of things! How many did ya have laying on ye?"

"I stopped counting after the seventh."

Seven? Soap only saw the one! Well now he's definitely kicking himself for not sneaking a peak back at the man. It must've been a sight to see the big, scary Lt being huddled into by a whole family of little meerkats.

"Go ahead, say whatever stupid one-liner you're dying to say."

Ghost was met with a devilish grin. "Wha', I'd never! Honestly Si, ye've got to give me more credit. I wouldn't dare disrespect one a' the Disney princesses such as yerself! Never took ye for the talking to animals type, but I can't say I'm too surprised."

The lieutenant's shoulders shook as he breached through one of the buildings. "Funny. Room's clear. So here's the plan, we move from structure to structure, use the buildings for cover as needed. We head north towards the meetup point and provide cover for A team, got me?"

"Sounds like a plan," Soap said, gun drawn on the roofline.

"Good. Let's watch each other's six, yeh? Don't want any surprises on our asses."

"Always." Can't have anything happen to that ass of yours, now can we? Soap doesn't voice that last part. Instead, he sneaked a glance at his commanding officer's backside as they step out under the streetlight.

The sight that had greeted him nearly had him doubled over in laughter. Thin, light hairs covered nearly every inch of Ghost's backside, the tan fur stood in stark contrast to the black clothing he wore. The worst of it though was quite literally on his ass, it seemed he wasn't the only one with a disposition for his Lt's behind, seeing as his ass was completely white with the clumps of fur stuck to him.

"Johnny! We're in the open here, unless you wanna get shot again I suggest you get a grip on yourself and focus!" Ghost half-whispered, half-shouted at him as they crossed the street.

In the light, Soap could see the glint of fur falling off of Ghost as he spat out his words. Oh come on! How is he supposed to keep a straight face through the rest of the mission with that happening?

"Ri- Right, sir. Sorry, I'll behave, promise."

"Mmm," Ghost glared at him from behind the mask. "Right, well keep your head straight Johnny. Need to know I can count on you to have my six."

"Aye, ye can count on me."

"Good." The man gave him one last once over before climbing through an opening in a fence on their left.

A tuft of fur clung to the twisted wire in his wake. Soap chuckled to himself. Seems both he and half the animal kingdom out here had his six.

~~~~~~~~~~

Okay but I need you all to picture like 15 of these little guys sitting on Ghost while he's prone with his sniper. With at least 5 or 6 piled onto his ass

[writtenjewels]

Gym Bro

[okay so this came across my dash and made me think of Jalim, so of course I couldn't resist]

It was early morning, so not many people were using the gym. Jason put his stuff away and headed into the main room. He would do some stretches first before going into his routine. Just as he was starting his sets, he noticed another man moving toward the weights. Jason gave a casual glance and felt a weird flip in his stomach. What the hell?

He thought maybe it was a reaction to a familiar face so he took a longer look. The man had short, curly dark hair and a slightly rounded face. The more Jason stared the more weirdly nervous he felt. But he didn't recognize the guy at all, so the reaction didn't make any sense. Jason was hardly shy so why the hell would he be nervous around a stranger?

Jason shook himself out of the feeling and decided to go over and say hello. The stranger looked up on Jason's approach and greeted him with a friendly smile. That made Jason's insides flip yet again. Again he ignored the sensation.

“Howdy,” Jason greeted. “I'm Jason.”

“Hello,” the other responded in a warm tone. “My name is Salim.”

“I come to the gym a lot but I haven't seen you around before,” Jason continued. Salim responded with a sheepish smile.

“I thought it was time I try to get myself back into shape. I got winded going up some stairs a while ago; it was embarrassing.” He concluded with a chuckle that had Jason smiling, too.

“I was just about to do some sets,” Jason mentioned. “I could use a spotter.”

“I would be glad to,” Salim nodded, “as long as you don't mind keeping me company on the treadmill. Having someone young to keep up with may be a good motivator.”

“What do you mean?” Jason raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over Salim. “You ain't old.”

“I turned forty this year.”

“Well, I'm gonna be thirty-one this year,” Jason informed him, “so you still ain't that old.” That made Salim smile, and Jason's insides did that weird flip again. He shook off the feeling and started sliding on weights so he could begin bench presses. He stepped back when he was satisfied with the weight and Salim let out a whistle.

“You can lift that much?” Their eyes met and Jason gave a little shrug, smirking. “This I have to see,” Salim remarked. That spurred Jason into action. He stretched out on the bench and lifted the bar. “Wow,” Salim awed as Jason started to do his reps, “that's impressive. How many can you do?”

“Well,” Jason grunted, “if someone was keepin' count like he was supposed to...”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Salim looked sheepish again. Jason chuckled a little and continued on.

Eventually they moved on to the treadmills. Salim set his at a brisk walk with Jason matching him. They chatted a bit more as they walked. Jason liked talking to the guy: he was friendly and charming.

“Would you like to hear a joke?” Salim asked at one point. Jason nodded; he couldn't help smiling at the glitter in Salim's eyes. “Why is water so clumsy?” Jason never heard this joke before so he waited for the answer. “Because water falls.”

“Wow.” Jason let out a snort. “That was really fuckin' bad.”

“Why didn't the baker ever spend his money? To get a rise out of the dough.” Jason laughed this time and Salim beamed at him. The weird sensation he got from looking at the guy hadn't gone away but it was easier to ignore with the burn of muscles and the pumping of his heart.

They both concluded their work-outs for the day. It was probably the best time Jason ever spent at the gym.

“I come here about twice a week,” he mentioned as they shook hands. “Maybe I'll see ya?”

“I'd like that,” Salim confirmed. Jason's insides responded with yet another flip. He was happy to make a new friend he could hang with at the gym. That was all it was.

[anneapocalypse]

Rating my own recreations of my Hawkes in Inquisition

Why? Because I thought it would be fun. Please feel free to steal my idea and tag me so I can see your Hawkes.

Alessandra Hawke

World State: Elf Lovers

Difficulty: Easy

DAI's character creator offers a very similar hairstyle to to Alessandra's original. Her lovely hooked nose is a key feature and DAI fortunately had one similar enough, though it's a little more rounded at the end. She looks a lot more Tired in DAI, but all Hawkes do, and they probably should. It's tough to get a more rounded jawline in DAI, so her face looks a little more angular. Darker skin tints tend toward warmer in DA2 and cooler in DAI (and cool light severely washes out medium browns in DAI) but all told, she came out pretty darn good.

Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Sabine Hawke

World State: For Love of the People

Difficulty: Easy

She changed her part to the other side, but otherwise Sabine came out pretty bang-on. All Dragon Age games need a better variety of Asian features now and forever. Nonetheless, I think her face shape, skin tint, and even her nose comes pretty close. Looking at these shots, I could have possibly made her chin a little longer and rounder. That's about the only quibble I can come up with.

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Cillian Hawke

World State: Love & Magic

Difficulty: Moderate

Cillian took a few outtakes to get right. The hair is acceptable, eyes and mouth look good. and after a lot of tweaking I think I got his face shape pretty bang-on. The nose, however, is a problem. The nostrils are sitting way too high relative to the point (as opposed to his original nose which is pretty straight across the bottom), which makes him look like he's sneering at all times, and this combined with DAI Hawke's tendency to have a pinched, worried brow makes him look Angry in a lot of shots--not exactly right for a gentle-hearted Blue Hawke. Nevertheless, I'm really proud of how I nailed those cheekbones.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Emilia Hawke

World State: Noble Hearts

Difficulty: Hard

Woof. Just woof. This did not go well. First off, DAI really doesn't have a true "dirty blonde," just this mustard color which makes the whole shot look overwhelmingly yellow, so much that DA2 Emilia looks washed-out by comparison. I thought the nose was fine, but looking at these shots side by side, something does seem a little off. The hairstyle is acceptable, but its makes her forehead look much larger than the original (modded) hairstyle, and I couldn't really find a way to fix that. Overall it's really the face shape that kills it. DAI does not like round faces. I did my best, and then left her in the Fade where she belongs. (Trust me. It what she deserves.)

Rating: 2 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐

Mallory Hawke

World State: Rogues Gallery

Difficulty: Hard

We're starting from modded hair, so we have our work cut out for us here. (Curly hairstyles WHEN. Also modded freckles, but there DAI has us covered.) Unfortunately, I was not able to get a hair mod to work in DAI, so Mal was forced to wear her hair up, which she Would Not. But we make the sacrifices we must. Mallory also has a lot of soft curves to her face, but I'd say she survived the jawbonification a lot better than Emilia did, and where was this nose when I was trying to make Cil? DAI's neon teal eyes are a touch greener but I can let that slide. Overall, I'd say she's still recognizable, even without letting her hair down. That's still my girl.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

(Note: I put all the comparion pictures in side-by-side, but none except the first one will display that way on the dash, and I can't fix it. 🤷‍♀️Sorry.)

[aceouttatime]

Hello it is me I'd love to know more about Sylvan, honestly, if you'd be willing to share! I've seen a bit of them slide across my dash, and I THINK (I apologize, I'm really really bad for OC names unless I'm like, dozens of pages into the lore, my brain is weird) they're a tutor? I seem to remember that? Though that might be another character!! But please, I would adore learning a bit more about Sylvan and their whole situation :D

OHOHOHOHO YOU HAVE ASKED THE RIGHT QUESTION

Sylvan Okeanoú (he/him) is a tutor, all right! But not just any old run-of-the-mill study buddy--he's travel-sized. 8.5 centimeters of academic prowess and slightly-egotistical spite, the viri (my Very Original version of a borrower) is enrolled in undergraduate school for Clinical Psychology. In an unlikely twist of fate, he became a tutor for a human of all people and now has to navigate the tricky situation of keeping cool and keeping his secret, lest he loses the opportunity for the funding he needs to get his Bachelor's. It sure doesn't help that he's never so much been in a size-inclusive place, let alone interacted with a human in his twenty-odd years of living. Unfortunately for him, his past of fitting in with his peers is about to come to an abrupt close. His new tutee, Ari (he/they belongs to @venusasaboy), has similarly never interacted with a viri before. Learning experiences for everyone! It was undoubtedly a shock, after a week of trying to study over the phone, to learn that Sylvan's phone was no bigger than his pinkie fingernail and the man himself was small enough to be cupped in one hand. While the plot itself seems lighthearted enough, events down the road reveal more of the hardships and inequality of this mixed-size, mostly separated, society. Sylvan and Ari will have to learn how to rely on one another more than they'd initially thought.

I'm currently in the process of getting down some backlog chapters before posting anything, but my work-in-progress title for the work they'll be featured in is A Little Help.

[tojisrealwifey]

Missed You

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: You were Toji's wife. now as you partake in the battle of Shibuya you come across your late husband, and the first thing he does is fuck you.

・❥・requests : rules

WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, Fem Reader, Strong Language, Smut, Public Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Squirting, No Use Of Condom, Slightly OOC Toji, Toji Isn't In His Real Body (?)

・❥・wc: 2.3k

・❥・masterlist

"Hey, old hag. Who the hell do you think you're givin' orders to?" Toji's voice was rough, filled with annoyance. 

Ogami is filled with terror as uncertainty fills her mind. Dashing back a few feet, away from her former grandson she gasps in shock.

"What's going on? I only summoned the body's information!!!" She exclaims mostly to herself.

Toji's previous look of fury had contorted into one of confusion. Most memories of himself were slowly coming back, but his mind was now blank.

The only thing he remembered well was jujutsu sorcerers, his clan, and fighting.

Once he hears the old woman's words, his mind clicks easily figuring out the situation.

"Summon...? Oh, gotcha. I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but my body's special. I'd say this guy's soul lost to my body."

Toji goes on to explain, but when the old woman just stares in disbelief he concludes that it's useless to lecture about this to a dead person.

"Kill sorcerers, huh? I guess that includes you!"

[name] was huffing and panting as she sat in a secluded alleyway of the street. She had been separated from Yuji after he was attacked by a curse who had a vendetta against him.

As she surveyed her surroundings, she appeared to be completely lost. She was already exhausted, her stamina dwindling significantly.

Her main concern was for her son, Megumi, who had assured her that going with Yuji was the best decision. 

She agreed but couldn't deny that she would have rather stayed to protect her son.

Now that she had been completely separated from everyone, her brain couldn't muster up any efficient solution for her current predicament.

Her first instinct is to run around looking for Megumi or Yuji, but looking down at her shattered ankle she knew running around mindlessly would only put her at a disadvantage. 

STEP 

STEP

STEP

STEP

STEP

[name] freezes in her place as her gaze snaps to the alleyway opening. 

An enemy? An ally? A bystander?

She uses her hands to push against the wall and hoist herself up, sliding on her knuckle braces and baring a defensive position. She made sure to not put too much pressure on her ankle.

Just as the person walks into her view, [name] feels her blood run cold. Breath hitching at the sight.

Was she dead? That could be the only reasonable answer to this. Why else can she be able to see her late husband?

"Toji?" Just as she whispered the name, the figure was standing directly in front of her. She had barely blinked yet somehow he had moved at an ungodly speed.

Toji on the other hand felt everything in his mind connect into place.

"[name]. You're hurt."

"..."

"[name]?"

"Toji?" 

"Yes?"

"Toji!" The woman finally exclaims, feeling reality settle in. He was here. He was truly here. But—

"How are you here?" [name] asks with uncertainty laced in her voice.

"A fuckin' hag summoned me, or somethin' like that." He says nonchalantly before continuing.

"Not sure what I'm supposed to do..." He trails off. 

His expression was gruff, annoyance prominent on his face although it had mellowed down significantly as soon as his wife came into the picture.

[name] was extremely confused by the entire situation. She was already prepared for the worst since this battle called for it, but meeting her dead husband was something she would have never guessed.

Having been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed Toji lifting her and breaking into a nearby pharmacy, settling her onto the counter.

Toji had begun tending to her ankle, cleaning it and wrapping it up whilst she stayed dazed in her thoughts.

"Here, have these painkillers. They should help." Toji passes her a pack of tablets.

"You know these ones make me drowsy." 

"Doesn't matter. It's obvious you're in need of it." Toji argues back with a demanding tone. He left no room for any argument, so she begrudgingly swallows one tablet.

"This is so fucked up." [name] sighs out once Toji is done with the bandages. She looks down at her lap, tears welling up in her eyes. 

The battle had just started and she already felt like shit. Her mind was slowly breaking at the thought of her son fighting out there and also meeting her husband years after his death.

Her husband. Her husband was back.

The reality of the situation finally settled in her mind and her eyes felt heavy with tears.

She lifts her arm and glides her sleeve over her eyes, effectively drying her tears. She moves forward to envelop Toji's body with her legs and arms, embracing him.

She pushed her face into his chest and sobbed, finally getting fed up with the Jujutsu society. And due to the moment of weakness, she blamed everything on Toji.

"Toji! I hate you! I hate you! Why did you leave?!" Her arms were heavy but she persisted in slamming her fists on his shoulders.

"I told you! I told you to not continue your job! You disappear for weeks and return covered in blood! Do you know how difficult it was?! Not hearing from you for weeks only to be told that you passed from the one who killed you?! 

Do you even understand how I felt knowing you entrusted Megumi's and my life to your murderer?! Gojo-san did a lot for us, especially when it came to keeping your crazy clan away, but I can't forgive him even now! 

God, Megumi doesn't even know you're dead! We could have run away and lived quietly but you were too obsessed with killing sorceres and got your family involved...I had to become a sorcerer after you died to make sure I could keep my son! It's all your fault!"

[name] rambles on, her emotions going haywire after they finally get a chance to let loose. Years' worth of pent-up sadness crawls through her veins as she continues to slam her fists against Toji.

Toji stood still, not even moving an inch regardless of the force of [name]'s punches. He doesn't move, not even to return her embrace. 

He only does so when met with a salty taste on his lips. His eyes close as [name]'s tear-stained lips connect with his. 

He unconsciously moves closer to her till his hips meet the counter. Their lips continue to mold against each other, Toji's palms flat against her back to bring her closer.

"I missed you so much." His wife whispers during the small moment of separation as they go back to locking lips.

Toji's hands move to hold each of [name]'s, bringing them behind her back. He makes sure to keep them in place with one hand as his other moves to her jaw.

He uses his hand to pull her face away from his, observing the clear string between their mouths before shifting his lips to her neck.

She lets out a few huffs and sighs, feeling his tongue running up and down her flesh. Tears fill her eyes again after experiencing the familiar feeling after many years.

She could feel her lower abdomen starting to feel constricted, a sort of itch forming in her cunt. Her walls were pulsating in need, thighs trembling at the feeling.

Toji's hand forces itself between the two of them, roughly unbuttoning [name]'s pants. He moves away to pull them off while making sure to be mindful of her injured ankle. 

Once it's done he's immediately back between her legs. Forcing her to lie on her back, he moves his face close to her clothed cunt before placing his tongue flat on her covered entrance.

[name] jolts, crying out in shock as she feels some relief from his touch.

Toji had always been a sucker for foreplay when it came to [name]. He loved to watch her desperate on his tongue, continuing his actions for hours before finally pushing her over the edge with his cock.

Sadly he couldn't do the same this time round. He could already feel his consciousness slip from this body and didn't want to delay what could be the last time he saw his wife.

"You taste so fuckin' good." He whispered against her now exposed cunt. His deft finger had slid the fabric covering her to the side, just enough to slide his tongue in her.

"A-ahh~ So g-good Toji!"

Toji smiles against her flesh, her moans moving straight from his ears to the head of his cock. 

"Take off your top." He orders her as she mindlessly complies. Going further, her fingers move to slip off her bra as well, despite not being told to. Toji smirks.

"Good girl." He praises her, mouth still attached to her cunt. While she had been busy moaning, Toji had slid his pants down enough to uncover his cock. 

[name] unconsciously spreads her legs further apart at the sight of his length.

"Toji...please. Inside me, please."

[name] sobs when Toji's fingers spread her soaked folds, preparing her cunt for him. And with a swift movement, he was in.

His cock always reached places that her fingers would fail to reach. She bites her lower lip hard after feeling the familiar fullness after years. 

Although ashamed to admit, she had slept with a few men a few years after Toji passed. She had begun dating hoping to find a good father figure for Megumi, but none of them were promising.

There had been one particular man who reminded her of her late husband. His length had managed to reach far into her walls and even accomplished to make her squirt with just his tongue.

But she guessed he had been way too similar to her late husband, as she had accidentally screamed Toji's name when she orgasmed.

That had become a clear-cut sign that dating was out of the question for her. If she wanted to pursue a relationship then it would come naturally, she didn't need to force a relationship into her life.

So back then she continued to trust the blindfold freak when it came to her son.

[name] suddenly blinks out of her thoughts when she feels a heavy thrust against her hips. She internally scolds herself for wandering within her thoughts while her husband pleasured her.

Their bodies moved back and forth along with his thrusts as [name]'s body laid flat on the counter, limbs spread apart for her husband.

Every single thrust was accompanied by a rub on her chest, his fingers gently pinching her nipples to add to her build-up.

Toji occasionally huffed out her name, gritting his teeth as he felt his climax approach. 

"Nghh~ Faster please!" 

A second later, Toji swiftly pulled out as he orgasmed. His cum dripped onto her stomach as [name] cried out due to her ruined orgasm.

Toji takes a few seconds to breathe, but not long enough for [name]'s build-up to vanish completely.

His arms circle her waist to turn her around, making sure she's stable on her hands and knees.

"As much as I want you to cum on my cock, I know how much you love to drench my face."

Toji smirks as he speaks before closing the distance between his mouth and [name]'s cunt. His tongue plunges deep into her as his fingers move softly against her clit.

[name] feels her abdomen grow tighter once again, slowly moving her hips against him. His fingers suddenly slipped into her cunt as he made sure to put pressure near her g-spot and bladder.

The sloshing sounds became louder as Toji grew relentless with his thrusts. He knew this was the way to give her the messiest orgasm, it was his favorite way to end all of their sessions.

"Can you cum for me, baby?" His voice was rough yet alluring.

"Yes! Yes! I can! I'm gonna cum! Please! Please! Please!"

Her pleads grew louder before her voice cracked slightly, words trailing off as her release splashed onto Toji's face, fingers, and the counter.

[name]'s thighs were trembling. She could feel occasional spasms in her muscles as the orgasm slowly died down.

Her cunt continued to drip from her arousal, flowing down along the prominent trails on her inner thighs.

She makes herself sit up slightly to prevent her from accidentally losing balance. She moved slowly to settle herself so her ass met the heels of her feet, hands resting on her lap.

She wished to talk to Toji but could feel her eyes drooping, heading bobbing, and immense drowsiness cloud her mind.

She slowly started to lean back and fortunately, Toji stood behind her, stopping her fall by holding her to his chest.

"Mmmh...I love you...Toji..." Her voice trails off as she finally succumbed to her sleep. But not before feeling a kiss being pressed on her cheek with the faint whisper of an 'I love you'.

As Toji walked around Shibuya station with [name] flung over his shoulder, he came across a large sphere-shaped barrier that stood right in the center.

Immediately realizing that it was someone's domain he starts to walk away, wanting to keep his wife away from the chaos.

He would have walked away if it hadn't been for the soft whirling sound coming from the sphere. His gaze shifts to the domain to pinpoint the source.

Deciding to investigate, he contemplates whether to settle [name] somewhere else before concluding that she is safer with him.

Jumping up he lands on top of the domain to notice a small portal-like opening forming on top.

He crouches down, hands working to tear open the small opening. Once he determines it is large enough he clutches [name] closer with one arm, the other hand going through the portal to pull himself in.

Everyone stared in shock, trying to decipher who had just entered the domain. Megumi's eyes grew large at the sight of his mother on the intruder's shoulder.

"Mom!" He exclaims. Toji's ears twitched, his hold on [name] slightly tightening.

All occupants of the domain froze as Toji appeared right in front of Megumi, now holding [name] against his chest, hands under her knees and back.

He wordlessly hands [name] to their son. Megumi stares at Toji's eyes, noticing how one of his eyes has a black sclera as opposed to the usual white.

Megumi's hands tremble slightly at the intensity of Toji's presence but nonetheless takes hold of his mother.

Who is he?

[it-happened-one-fic]

A Companion Quite as Enjoyable - Jade

Author Notes: Hiking with Jade with a dash of daisies. That is honestly all there is to this one. Simple but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you'll enjoy reading it. Reader is, once more, gender-neutral.

Type: Fluff/Platonic or Romantic

Word Count: 1303

I paused, resting a hand against a tree and breathing heavily from exertion. Up ahead I could clearly see the young man I'd been trailing after what seemed like hours. His eyes were bright as he knelt, finishing a quick sketch of what was no doubt a mushroom. 

His book shut with a snap and he stood, slipping the book into his pocket and turning to look at where I stood in one fluid motion. “We’ll be at a good resting point soon… Do you believe you can make it?”

At first I couldn't decide if his grin was simply amused or mocking but the closer I drew to him the more I felt it was the latter. “You know Jade, when you said hiking I didn’t realize you meant an excursion quite like this one.”

He tilted his head, mismatched eyes glittering with poorly concealed amusement at my evident fatigue, “Yes, well. I suppose I should have warned you that I have grown quite used to such exercise.”

Mocking, Definitely mocking.

He turned, leading me further up the invisible path he seemed to know by heart. It made me wonder exactly how many times he’d gone hiking up this mountain. But I followed him with no complaint because, despite the fact I was alone in the woods on a mountain with Jade Leech of all people, I wasn’t concerned. 

This venture had, to my surprise, turned out to be quite enjoyable. It was true that the walk was exhausting but I’d learned quite a bit about my infamous classmate. 

He was an avid lover of plants, especially mushrooms and the poisonous variety. He also was an exceptional landscape artist. His little sketches were both accurate and attractive. He could also be quite the chatterbox as I'd learned when I'd questioned him about one mushroom that had been glowing an ominous orange color.

I smiled to myself as I thought about the almost charming quirks I’d discovered about my current companion. It was hard to view him as quite so scary or intimidating now that I’d seen him geek out about mushrooms.

“Y/n, we’re here,” His ever calm voice caught my attention, sending my gaze sliding back to where he now stood. He held a branch just slightly out of the way to reveal a sight that immediately made me smile. It was a veritable field of daisies.

What it was doing out here in the middle of nowhere I had no clue. But if my time at NRC had taught me anything it was to enjoy life’s little delights. So I did, trotting out into the clearing with a bright smile.

“My, you do look pleased.” I turned at his words, vaguely startled to see Jade smiling at me as he unloaded our lunches from his oversized yellow backpack. I’d honestly completely forgotten about Jade’s presence. 

His butler persona was back in full force but I hardly cared. Instead, I found myself trotting back over to him as gleefully as ever which only seemed to further amuse him, “I take it you like these flowers?”

 I nodded almost immediately at his question, “Yeah, I guess they remind me of home.” Something familiar in a largely unfamiliar world. 

I smiled at him, refusing to let such thoughts dampen my current mood, “When I was little I’d pick bundles of daisies and present them as bouquets to my mom. The stems were so short she’d have to put them in juice glasses.”

I chuckled slightly at the memory and shook my head slightly, “Poor things never lasted very long since I would always squeeze them half to death before getting them to her….” 

I trailed off, realizing I’d been rambling when I noticed his smile. I hurriedly turned my gaze to my food, clamming up in embarrassment.

 I hadn’t actually talked to anyone about home since I’d gotten here and I certainly hadn’t expected the first person who would hear about it would be Jade.

“I see,” He sighed slightly and I glanced over at him to see him looking out across the field with a singularly odd expression. “I suppose these flowers are quite common since they even grow where you’re from.”

I tensed slightly at the direction the conversation was taking. It would be awkward if he asked where I was from. Especially since I’d been keeping the fact I was from an entirely other world a secret. 

“Do you like them?” The question spilled from my mouth in a desperate attempt to steer the conversation in some other direction. My attempt was a success considering he turned to me with wide-eyes as if he were surprised by my sudden question.

“I… I hadn’t ever really thought about it. They are nice enough I suppose.” I hummed, half-way amused by his faltering reply. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him falter save for in extreme situations.

“They’re edible, you know. I’ve never eaten any so I don’t know if they’re any good, but they aren’t poisonous or anything at the very least. Ruggie might have some recipes for them.” I thought out loud, recalling something my mom had once told me years ago when I was small.

I glanced over in time to watch as his expression brightened  with sudden interest. He leaned forward, intrigued by my fun facts, “Are they? I may have to collect some to try at the Monstro Lounge.”

I snorted at his newfound scheme, Azul would likely have a fit, “Like I said, I don’t know if they’re any good so you might want to try some for yourself before putting them on the menu.”

He hummed thoughtfully, probably thinking about how he could bully his housewarden into putting them on the menu, tasty or not. I almost felt bad for telling him but I found myself grinning as he put down his lunch as went about collecting flowers. 

I kind of felt bad for Ruggie too since I’d mentioned him. Jade would probably harass him about getting some recipes…..

“Y/n,” My head snapped up to see Jade looking down at me, a bundle of flowers in each hand. He wore a polite smile, one that I now recognized as a mask that he frequently wore around customers. That wasn't strange. What was strange was that he was holding out one bunch of flowers in front of me, “For you.”

I stared wide-eyed at the dainty flowers just in front of me, I certainly hadn’t expected this. I looked back up at him, confusion likely showing in my eyes since his smile changed from carefully crafted to amused in a blink and you’ll miss it instant.

“As thanks for accompanying me. It’s difficult to find anyone interested in joining me on a hike, much less a companion quite as enjoyable as you have been.” 

I hesitantly accepted the bouquet, my hand brushing his surprisingly warm hand as I took it. I don’t know why but I’d thought his hand would have been cool to the touch, instead it was warm, just like any other hand.

Something else that made him a little less intimidating and a little more approachable. I smiled up at him as I pulled the bouquet close to my chest, “Don’t mention it. I had fun.”

He straightened, his amused smile still in place, a tiny glimpse into his actual thoughts, “Then can I expect your company on my next trip?”

I grinned outright at his oddly playful question, nodding my head without hesitation, “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He nodded, apparently pleased with my response, “Then I will look forward to it, Y/n.” I didn’t respond but as I watched him pack away our leftovers and his bunch of flowers I realized that I too would look forward to our next outing.

[itwoodbeprefect]

Inge! sorry I'm a little late to the party, but do you still take prompts? if yes, I'd like to request a friendship piece for either Rodney&Teyla or Rodney&Ronon (w/ or w/out a dash of McShep is good for me) pretty please? thanks! <3

Not that late at all, and what a lovely warm prompt! Thank you. :D

I went with Rodney & Ronon, but also kind of Rodney & Teyla and maybe Ronon & Teyla, and also John is around, and it’s almost teamfic? Also, Jeannie.

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The door to John’s quarters slides open exactly like his own would, which he expects, but he stops cold after two hasty steps into the room anyway. He turns back to the door to check, and in the process has to look past the Johnny Cash poster above the bed and the surfboard leaning against the wall and the giant brick of a Tolstoy book on the nightstand, so yeah, he decides in the end, without stepping out to doublecheck - these are John’s quarters. There’s not a single thing out of place, except, well, the obvious.

“McKay,” Ronon grumbles. It sounds like a greeting. Like Ronon, sitting fully clothed on the edge of John’s made bed, is saying hi.

“What are you doing here?” Rodney asks, by way of saying hi back.

“Meeting Sheppard.” Ronon grins, in a way that looks a little dangerous. That’s a good sign with Ronon, who has no problem looking a lot dangerous, if he wants. “Unless you want to spar with me.”

Rodney does not. Rodney thinks that’s a little too predictable for him to say out loud; quite honestly, he thinks John is crazy for endangering his life that way voluntarily every week.

Rodney looks back at the door again, which has slid closed, and in front of which the person he’s been looking for has not suddenly materialized in the last ten seconds. “Where is John?”

“Not here.”

Rodney’s nerves make him skip the snappy comeback. “Any idea where he might be?”

“Why?” Ronon asks.

Which is more than enough to make Rodney spill his guts. He was barely holding it in, anyway. “I think Jeannie’s mad at me, and I’m not sure why.” He frowns and starts to pace back and forth and rub his hands together. He’s a multitasker. “I don’t think I did or said anything rude lately, but her emails are shorter than usual, and she didn’t even sign the last one. It’s really not like me to overthink these kinds of things, because I don’t care what people think of me anyway-” That’s a lie, he’s come to realize in recent years, but it’s a comforting one to repeat out loud, sometimes. “But, you know, I think I was the bad guy for not contacting Jeannie all those years and we’ve only just started being brother and sister again, so I’ve been trying to put in the effort, and now I think she’s mad at me.” He stops marching and gives the too long, didn’t read version. “So I need someone to tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it.”

Ronon levels a look at him. “And you need John for this.”

The look says more than the words, and it has a point, of course. John’s not known for his exceptional social grace and skill. Rodney wags his head a little, considering how to justify his choice. John is his best friend, but he’d feel a little pathetic saying that to Ronon, who he’s pretty sure is also John’s best friend. “He had some surprisingly clever insights about my relationship with Jeannie last time she was here,” is what Rodney lands on, reluctantly. He spots John’s golf stuff in the corner, and wistfully thinks back to being able to just ramble at John without Ronon sitting there, judging him.

Ronon leans back, planting his hands behind him on the mattress. “I could help,” he offers, out of the blue.

Some deep, deep blue. Blue enough to make Rodney stare, hands stilling mid-wring. “You?” Rodney’s not trying to be offensively puzzled, but he thinks he’s allowed a little surprise. If John is dubious in his social grace, Ronon is a tripping hazard. “You could help?”

Ronon stares back like a challenge. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Rodney says. He waits and looks at Ronon expectantly, but nothing happens. Ronon just looks back at him mutely. “Please?”

“What would Teyla do?”

“Huh?” She’s not here, either - if Ronon’s help is just sending him to chase someone else around the city, that’s not very helpful at all.

“Ask yourself,” Ronon says. “What would Teyla do? And then do that thing.”

Rodney is right back to baffled. He’s not sure he ever left - he’s talking to Ronon Dex about feelings. “Is that how you handle a problem?”

“No.” Ronon leaves a pause there. Rodney finds himself unexpectedly distracted by the question if Ronon talks so little because he really just doesn’t have much to say, or because finding words takes effort. “I glare at it until it goes away.”

Rodney huffs a laugh out of pure surprise, because that almost sounds like a joke. It may not have been, but either way Ronon doesn’t glare at him, which Rodney takes as a sign that he hasn’t just become a problem.

“And if that doesn’t work-” Ronon continues, which Rodney feels is surprisingly talkative of him, until he lets that sentence hang unfinished.

But Rodney can do that, now. Finish Ronon’s sentence. “What would Teyla do?”

Ronon nods. He looks a little smug, like there’s a dead Wraith around here somewhere. “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Rodney says, both because he would have guessed that Ronon’s backup plan would involve a lot more knives (though it could, potentially, still involve knives sometimes - Teyla’s very good with those) and because that’s actually good advice. If there’s one person who would know how to get someone to tell them what’s wrong, it’s Teyla.

And if Teyla thought somebody she loved might be mad at her, but she wasn’t sure why, she would... ask. She wouldn’t go into a tailspin and try to guess at the answer while assuming it had to be her fault, she would ask why and listen and then talk it out.

“Oh my God,” Rodney says, feeling like a whole new world just opened up to him. “Words.”

Ronon pulls a face. It looks a little like a sympathy wince.

Rodney flings a hand out at him. “Thank you!”

“Thank Teyla,” Ronon says, which Rodney thinks is a little weirdly modest for the galaxy’s greatest Runner who just counseled him through a family emergency, but they can work on Ronon’s ability to accept gratitude later, over lunch or something.

For now, Rodney sweeps out of the room, because he needs his computer so he can type so he can get Jeannie to tell him what’s bothering her so he can be a good brother, and apologize only once he knows what he’s apologizing for. God, Teyla’s smart.

As luck would have it, John is just stepping out of the transporter when Rodney storms towards it. “Hey,” he says, slowing to a stop when Rodney doesn’t. “What are you doing here?”

“Asking you for help.” Rodney brushes right past him with a pat to his arm; no time.

“You’re going the wrong way,” John calls after him.

“I’m fine! Ronon helped me by making Teyla help me help myself with Jeannie.”

“What?”

The last thing Rodney sees before he steps into the transporter is John’s bewildered face. It’s clear John is left with some questions, but Rodney doesn’t need to hang around for that. Ronon can take over; that’s what Teyla would do.

Or, Rodney thinks, what a friend would do.

(Turns out, in the end, that Jeannie was never even mad at him to begin with - her next email is much longer, and details all the mundane little circumstances that piled up and left her very stressed last month but that she didn’t think Rodney had wanted to hear about (it involves a flu and lice and a car that wouldn’t start and visiting in-laws and school play preparations and a lost teddy bear and half a dozen other little things Rodney is glad he doesn’t have to deal with in Pegasus), and then she calls him very attentive for picking up on her mood and sweet for thinking to ask if everything is okay.

The next day Rodney bribes one of the botanists to cut a bouquet for him and gives it to Teyla, and he hoards one of the last pieces of pie at dinner until Ronon shows up. “What’s happening?” John asks, suspicious. Maybe Ronon’s explanation wasn’t all that comprehensive after all.

“Emotional intelligence,” Ronon says around a full mouth, spewing little pieces of pie across the table, and Rodney nods solemnly.

That’s not what Teyla would do, because she’s smiling at them both, but close enough.)