#but it's not his fault i can't take him seriously since someone told me he sounds like Kermit the Frog

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[speakercrab666]

Hamilton is great for a musical about Hamilton, only problem is Hamilton is fucking boring. great musical, got all those good musical things in the bag, unbelievably ass subject matter. i'm sorry but i'm also right.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

[gor3-hound]

TOUCH ME INSTEAD – SCOTT SUMMERS + LOGAN HOWLETT

ft. scott summers x f!reader x logan howlett

a/n: commission for the super lovely @dollfacefantasy. literally check her out i do not have enough praise for her omg... god bless her for feeding my scogan fantasies. title is from the song 'over my head' by james marriott !! thanks to @cubedkennedy and @nexysworld for giving it a lil look over when i was tweaking 😓

cw: 18+ content. mentions of grief + death. gay sex (seriously... reader is in the background of this one), anal sex, oral (m!recieving), overstimulation, handjobs, fingering (f + m recieving), kissing, biting, blood, scott centric. canon divergent but set after x2

word count: 3.4k words

Scott hasn't been the same since Jean's death. He still remembers the jet. Demanding they lowered the ramp. Snapping at Nightcrawler to go and get her. The way the realisation set in as she spoke through Xavier. He didn't believe it at first. Not really. Something in him knew – you couldn't lose someone like her without feeling the shift in the universe.

Everything came crashing down all at once. She was gone. Jean Grey was gone, and he was all alone all over again.

He cried so much the first night without her that his lungs burned and his heartbeat pounded painfully in his head. Hours had passed before he eventually exhausted himself, falling asleep curled up on her side of the bed. When he awoke the next morning, he was suddenly very grateful no one would be able to see just how red and swollen his eyes were under the shades he wore.

There's a feeling of exhaustion that is unexplainable to those who haven't lost anything. Scott’s mind couldn't handle the rapid changing of emotions coursing through him. The regret he felt for every time he didn't put his all in when it came to Jean. The desperation he felt to find some way to get her back, some hint that she was alive somehow. The guilt he felt for every argument they'd had. That he hadn't told her ‘I love you’ the day she died. At the end of it all came acceptance.

With acceptance came numbness. Everything he did reminded him of Jean, so he chose to do nothing at all.

Logan of all people seemed concerned about him. Scott feels a little queasy when he thinks back to the jet, about how he clung to the older man. He felt safe with him, although that's something he'd never admit – even if he knows there's no point trying to hide it; Logan's the only one Scott’s let visit him since he lost Jean.

“She's been askin’ about you, y’know.” Logan didn't have to say who he was speaking about for Scott to know it was you. You had tried to speak to him once he returned to the school after the mission, and he had instantly pushed past you. It wasn't your fault, not really. You just reminded him too much of her in the way you acted. He couldn't stomach your presence right now. He didn't feel strong enough.

“Don't start lecturing me. I don't have the energy for your shit tonight.” Scott remembers how hard he had to try not to let his voice waver. How hard it was not to tell Logan how badly he needed comforting. He was a leader, first and foremost. He wouldn't break down. Not in front of him.

“You should at least come out ‘n eat somethin’.” Scott can't remember the last time he felt hungry.

“Nah. Nah, I can't face the kids like this.” That was the end of the conversation. Every time you or Logan have tried to visit him since has been met with silence and avoidance. He's never felt this pathetic before in his life.

It's better this way, he thinks, curling up with one of Jean's old shirts. The smell is starting to fade. He cries himself to sleep for the first time that night since she died.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

“He's grieving, Logan. You just gotta give him time.”

A scowl spreads across the man's face at your words, brows pinching together as he brings the lighter to his mouth, igniting the cigar he has perched between his lips. He takes a few puffs, breathing the smoke out through his nose as he leans back in the chair.

“He's bein’ a fuckin’ asshole, s'what he's doin’.” He grunts, running a hand through his hair. His gaze is distant at your words. Directed at you, but going right through you. “We're all grievin’. Bastard's just gonna end up killin’ himself at this rate.”

“He loved her, Logan. He's gonna need time to process it.” You say with a sigh, running a hand over your face. Your free hand absentmindedly taps against the table, fingers cycling one by one against the hardwood. The noise draws Logan's gaze downwards, and he scoffs slightly.

“I loved–” Logan pauses. I loved her, he was going to say, but it didn't feel right. He loved the idea of her. Loved her like a friend, once he’d truly gotten to know her. I love him, is what he wants to say, but it isn't the time or the place. What good would it do?

“Doesn’t matter.” He huffs after a moment, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the jacket hanging off the back of his chair, unscrewing the lid and gulping some down. Nothing he can think of seems right to say at this moment.

Logan can't ever remember feeling so hopeless.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Numbness bleeds away to self-destruction. Scott can't help but feel as though there's something he should be punished for. He could have tried harder to save Jean. He should have. Maybe she'd still be here if he had.

It's the third time he's been to the Danger Room this week. His muscles still ache from last time, each step he takes causing discomfort to shoot through his legs. The pain is a welcome distraction from his grief. A reminder that he was still alive.

Once Scott is thrown into combat, his mind goes blank. He's able to focus – finally – as his brain quietens down. He blocks each and every attack that comes his way with a hand or an arm, leaving his visor untouched. He has no desire to use his powers today, not when each hit he sustains makes him feel alive again. Makes him forget.

The simulation around him falters and fades, and it feels as though his entire world comes crumbling around him. He's suddenly aware of the throbbing pain behind his knuckles, the ache spreading upwards until a dull soreness settles in the muscles of his arms. Each blow he'd been unable to block sends searing pain up and down his body now that he's not relying on adrenaline to get him through.

His gaze filters across the room appraisingly, eventually settling on Logan who is slowly approaching. Of course it was Logan. It always came back to him.

“I was training.” Scott snaps. Or attempting to, at least. He's winded and tired and sore, and he doesn't want to have to deal with Logan today if he can help it.

“You were takin’ a beatin’. Not gonna learn anythin’ just letting a bunch of holograms kick the shit out of ya.” Logan grunts in response, taking his space in front of Scott.

“I didn't ask for your advice.”

“I couldn't give a fuck either way. Your attitude is startin’ to piss me off.” Logan growls, stepping closer until he and Scott are barely a few inches apart. His hands come up to push at the younger man’s shoulders, sending him stumbling back a few steps. “Hit me.”

“Sorry, what?” Scott replies, brows knitting together as he stares at Logan through the visor.

“C'mon, I know you've wanted to since the day we met. M’not givin’ you another chance.” Scott’s eyes narrow behind his eyewear, but his hands come up to push harshly at Logan’s chest. The mutant doesn't budge. “Really? I know you can do better than that, bub. Hit me.”

So Scott does. He hits Logan as hard as he can, fist connecting with the rigid muscles of his chest over and over again. The skin of his knuckles crack and break, blood marring his pale skin as he unleashes his frustrations out on Logan. He just takes it, jaw set tight. The only indication any of this hurts is his tense expression and the occasional grunt that spills past his lips.

Logan catches Scott when he eventually collapses against his chest with tears in his eyes, clinging to him just as he had that day on the jet. He holds him there until his breathing evens out and he stops crying.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

“Hey, uh… Can I talk to you for a second?” Scott's voice is quiet as he pushes open your door, even in the near silence of your room this late at night. He wasn't sure what he could say to you to make this better. He knows he's been avoiding you. Well, he's been avoiding everyone (except Logan, apparently, who is determined to stick to him like a tick), but he knows you worry about him the most.

“Yeah, sure. What's up?”

“I, uh…” He swallows hard, throat bobbing as he turns his head away. He seems more like a guilty puppy than anything at the moment, tail tucked between his legs as he shifts his weight awkwardly from foot to foot. He scratches at his jaw, stubble irritating his skin that he's been too tired to shave off. “Logan said you were asking about me.”

It's easier to say that then to really address the issue. He wants to speak to you, sure, but he doesn't want to admit how much he's been struggling recently. The idea of speaking about his loss almost feels selfish. You lost her, too. Everyone did. He doesn't know why the idea of speaking Jean's name out loud makes him feel queasy, makes him lightheaded to the point he has to grip the kitchen counter to stop himself from losing balance.

“Yeah… Well, I've been worried. I knocked at your door a few times, but you never answered.” You're not like Logan, you don't just barge in. He's not sure whether he appreciates that fact or not at this moment. He's missed seeing you. He almost regrets hiding away these past few weeks, but he's been acting downright pathetic. You look up to him, and he didn't want you to see him like that, anyway.

“You don't need to be worried about me. I'm alright, sweetheart. Honestly.” He has to be, doesn't he? That's his job. You don't need to know how much he's struggling.

It's a good thing he's doing such a terrible job at hiding it. You raise your eyebrows at him, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he realises he's not getting away with it when it comes to you. He clears his throat, tilting his head away from you.

“I'm fine, seriously–”

“You've been holed up in your room for over a month now. No one's expecting you to be at your best, but you're not even giving yourself a chance to feel better. You can't keep going on like this.”

“Don't.”

“I'm just saying that you're not doing yourself any favours–” A scowl crosses his features as his head snaps back to face you. He stiffens up, pulling his shoulders back. Acting like a cornered animal.

“You don't know the half of what it's been like for me. You barely knew her. You've… what? Been around a few months? Now you wanna lecture me about how to feel?”

He's raising his voice now, and you can't help but mirror his tone. Your body tenses, words sharper when you speak again. “I'm only trying to help–”

“I never asked for your help.” He snaps.

“What're you girls fightin’ about this time?” A third voice cuts in. You and Scott both turn to see Logan standing at the door, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the frame. His gaze travels between the two of you, taking in the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” Scott huffs, turning away from him once more. Logan clicks his tongue in response, shaking his head as he steps past the threshold and into your room.

“Could hear both of you from my room.” Logan says, shutting the door behind him. “Hate to say it, but the kid's got a point.”

A muscle in Scott's jaw twitches as he tilts his head to look back at Logan, his body still tense as if he's expecting a fight. He'd rather that than the alternative, but when he sees how you're both looking at him, he knows it's going to be a long conversation if he keeps avoiding the issue.

He breaks far quicker than expected when he notices the expression on Logan's face. He was ready for annoyance, disbelief, indifference, even – anything but concern painting the older man's features. Maybe he's been looking for an excuse to be honest. He doesn't know, but the words come tumbling out before he can stop them, and all he feels is relief.

“I just–” Scott pauses, then swallows, then sucks a harsh breath in through his teeth. You don't need to see his eyes to know he's crying. It isn't long before the tears break past the edge of his shades, travelling down his cheeks in small trails. “I just want to forget her.

I know I shouldn't say that, I just… fuck. Just for a couple hours, or… just something. She's constantly on my mind and I just… I need to breathe.”

He watches as you and Logan share a wordless exchange before moving towards him. The hands that find him are warm and firm and so damn distracting. He lets out a choked sob as he leans into you, arms wrapping around your body as Logan's strong hands grip at his shoulders. His thumbs press into his flesh and rub circles in his tense muscles to soothe him, all while he's clinging to you like he's scared you'll disappear. Truth be told, a part of him is absolutely terrified he might lose you – he's even scared he might lose Logan, that his healing factor will somehow fail or be rendered useless one day and he'd be left truly alone.

He's so lost in his own mind that he barely registers your thumbs brushing the tears off his cheeks, doesn't even hear your whispered words of comfort. But when your lips meet his, everything quietens down for a moment.

When you kiss Scott, it's soft and sweet. The tension bleeds away from his shoulders as he kisses you back, eyes fluttering shut. His hands find your hips, tugging you flush against his body. His lips part further as he feels Logan press against him from behind, leaving him panting into your mouth for a few seconds as he feels Logan's steadily hardening length pressing against his ass and the scratch of his facial hair against his skin as the other man presses kisses along the back of his neck.

You tug Scott's face closer again, and he kisses you back almost mindlessly. Your tongue slides along his lower lip, and he parts them immediately granting you entry. He sucks on the wet muscle before he's licking into your mouth, desperate to taste more of you, feel more of you.

A hand that's too big and too rough to be yours slides under the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his cock. He whimpers against your lips, jaw growing slack as Logan starts to lazily stroke him while grinding against him. He's starting to feel a little dizzy, his legs weak as heat pools in his lower belly. Scott can feel hands tugging and pulling at him, guiding him to the bed on the other side of the room. He lets himself be led without any complaints, the distraction making him desperate. Pliable. He hasn't felt this way since–

The thought leaves him as Logan pushes him back onto your sheets. You watch closely as Logan's hands greedily roam Scott's body, hitching his shirt up so he can lick and bite the toned skin of Scott's stomach.

“Fucking Christ.” Scott hisses, jerking under Logan. When Logan lifts his head from his stomach, the shape of his teeth is visible, and a small amount of blood is visible on his grin. Logan is quick to pull Scott's clothing free, and you shimmy forward to help.

“Open up.” Logan grunts as he taps two fingers against your bottom lip. They part easily, allowing the digits to press against your tongue. You suck and lick at them eagerly, the taste of cigars lingering on the skin as you coat him in your saliva.

The fingers pop free, and he slides his hand down the inside of Scott's thighs until his fingers – warm and wet with your saliva – prod at his entrance. Scott's expression is tense, his chest heaving at the intrusion as Logan sinks his digits in slowly. A whine spills from his lips, hips jerking as he grips at the sheets with enough pressure that his knuckles turn white.

“Fuuuck.” He hisses once more, back arching as you spit in your palm and enclose your fingers around his hard, leaky cock, pumping his length slowly. He's going to go mad. There's no way he can last, not like this. Between Logan scissoring him open and your hand squeezing and stroking, he's going to paint his stomach in less than a minute. “It's too much… please.”

The fingers withdraw from his ass, making him whimper in protest. That is until the blunt head of the other man's cock prods at him, his hips jerking into your grip helplessly as a new string of curses fall from his lips.

“Look so fuckin’ sexy like this.” Logan groans, slowly sinking into him until his hips are flush against Scott's ass. His claws prick gently at the skin of his knuckles, barely unsheathing as he struggles not to immediately rut into the tight heat surrounding him. Scott cums in an instant as the sharp tips graze his skin, ropes of white coating the taut muscles of his stomach.

Your hand continues to stroke him through his orgasm, but then it isn't stopping. And Logan starts to thrust, knocking a choked gasp out of Scott. He writhes under the both of you, chest heaving with heavy breaths. He gasps and whines, torn between bucking into your hand and crawling across the bed to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

Scott isn't even aware he's been begging until Logan laughs all throaty. Your grip tightens as you pump him with more vigour, his cock twitching in your grasp. “Shit, Scott. Didn't realise you were this much of a slut.”

Scott's body is tense, but he can't form the words to argue with the other man. His lips part, but all that comes out is a needy whine as your lips enclose around his head. His mind is gone – all he can manage is rocking his hips into your mouth, then back to meet Logan's thrusts. His hands move from the sheets to grip your hair, pushing you down further onto his length until he's nudging at the back of your throat. His breaths come out in short pants, thighs twitching as another orgasm approaches.

Logan's hand slides down your back as you work on bringing Scott to the edge, sliding under your pants to tease your entrance. He groans under his breath when he's met with how wet you are, his fingers dipping into your cunt and curling until you're moaning around Scott's cock. Every time he fucks into you, the force of it sends Scott further down your throat.

“Gonna… gonna cum, baby. Fuck.” Scott breathes out, the only warning you get before he coats your tongue with his release. You swallow as much as you can, a mixture of drool and cum leaking past the seam of your lips as you pull off of him.

Logan growls as he feels Scott tightening around him, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he's spilling into Scott. His hand falters slightly for a moment before he shifts, pulling you closer so he can thumb at your clit as his fingers drive into you.

“Come on, baby. Give Scottie a little show, yeah? You gonna cum for us?” His voice comes out breathless, his gaze flicking between you and Scott, who's lazily gazing at you as he attempts to catch his breath. You nod eagerly, head falling back against Logan as you reach for Scott's hand, giving it a small squeeze.

A few more skillful movements of Logan’s fingers has you gasping, body tensing as your climax hits you. Your thighs clamp around Logan's hand, your grip on Scott's making the man wince. You collapse after a moment, but not before you and Logan crawl either side of Scott, curling up against him. He wraps an arm around each of you, nosing at your hair.

For the first time in a while, a small smile curls at the corner of his lips.

[dyns33]

The Best Friend part 2

Yes I made a lil 3 parts series for Homelander and his bestie.

If Y/N had to give John one good point, it was that he had been honest.

He could have said nothing, and she probably would have never known.

But at the same time, he wasn't completely stupid, and it wasn't a good idea to keep secrets like that.

Because he himself didn't like being lied to, promising that it would never happen between them, but also that he was giving Firecracker power over him, who could have threatened to tell her everything if he didn't do what she wanted.

Maybe she was blinded by admiration at the moment, claiming that she was at his beck and call and that she wouldn't ask for anything in return, but John knew people. He couldn't trust her.

"I'm not attracted to her at all, I told her that."

"… That reassures and consoles me enormously, John."

"Look, I understand that you're angry. But it was just once, just once ! A moment of weakness. I was exhausted, a lot of things had happened, you weren't there…"

"So it's my fault ?"

"No." He growled before sighing, trying to keep his cool. "I didn't say that. She was very persuasive. How does she know that I… Anyway, it was a mistake. I can fire her, she's no use to me. That idiot is loyal, I can ask her anything I want, but one word from you and she's gone. I can even kill her if you ask."

A lot of people wouldn't know how to react in this situation.

Normally it wasn't a good idea to upset the Homelander. You had to agree with him, not cry, not yell, not talk back. It was already an accomplishment that he admitted he had made a mistake.

Maybe he hadn't apologized, but Y/N was probably smart enough to know that he was sorry and that she should forgive him.

Anyone else would have eventually said sorry, taking the blame on them and making excuses for his cheating.

But besides the fact that she had been his only friend during his childhood, John loved Y/N because she wasn't afraid of him. And that meant she wasn't going to give in when he had hurt her.

"Your solution to a problem always has to be murder. Really, John, we're not eight years old anymore."

"Exactly, that's why we're talking like two adults."

"I'm waiting."

"What ?"

"For you to act like an adult."

Then John chuckled. He put on his eternal air of a guilty child who pretended not to understand what he had done wrong, disturbed that someone dared to corner him in this way, him, the great Homelander.

But seeing that Y/N was staring at him without saying anything, waiting, he quickly regained his seriousness, hiding his embarrassment behind a mask of annoyance.

"I just told you that I wouldn't do it again. She doesn't attract me at all, she's pathetic. I only love you. I've only ever loved you, since forever. The others were nothing, distractions, puppets. You're the only one who really knew me, who made me happy."

"I'm waiting."

"You don't want me to cut her in two, and I can't go back in time by flying around the Earth in the opposite direction of rotation contrary to what some idiots think, I don't see what I can do."

"Apologize."

"… Sorry." he mumbled, looking down, showing a pout.

"No. Better than that, John. Give me your most sincere apologies."

At this point, someone else would already be dead, or at least facing a furious and threatening supe, ready to use his lasers to silence her.

But Y/N was really not just anyone. Realizing that she would not change her mind, John mumbled, hands on his hips, before displaying his fake stage smile.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm still waiting."

"… I should never have done that, it was pathetic of me. I love you more than anything and I shouldn't take it for granted, you deserve to be treated with respect. Forgive me."

"Hmm. Almost but not yet." she decided, holding back a smile.

She was still angry, but Y/N was ready to forgive him. After all these years, she knew how John was. She knew he would never have said the word "sorry" if he didn't mean it, and he wouldn't have confessed anything if he didn't really care about her.

But the moment was tasty and she wanted to make the most of it, so that he would learn his lesson well.

"What ? You want me to get on my knees ?"

"That would be a good start."

"… Fine."

Y/N had said that as a joke. In truth, she didn't really know what she was waiting for, only that she wanted it to last a little longer. It was impossible to tell whether or not she liked seeing John at her feet, staring at her with fear.

"I'm sorry. Don't leave me."

"Oh, John…"

"I know I can be difficult. You're always good and patient with me, even though I don't deserve it at all. I love you. If you left me, I would die, truly. The day they took you from me, I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn't breathe. I would destroy everything if you disappeared again."

It wasn't exactly a reassuring statement. It could even have been taken as blackmail or a threat. But John would never hurt Y/N, she knew that.

He would kill everyone else, leaving only them, but he would tear off an arm rather than hurt her.

Tenderly, she stroked his hair, then his cheek, before leaning in to kiss him.

"I forgive you, John."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, I'm not going to leave you."

"Thanks."

"Get up now."

"Hmm. I don't know, I like the view." he said with a small smile. She followed his gaze, still leaning over, understanding that this way he had a full view of her chest and crotch.

The small pat he took on your head made him snicker, as did Y/N's falsely outraged look.

"I know another way to make it up to you."

"It wouldn't really be a punishment."

"I'll just be a little sad if I can't find any milk. But we could also do something to change that."

"Why are you never serious ?" she sighed, rolling her eyes.

The apology ended like that, because she received a call that caught her full attention. Y/N didn't look at John either, who never left her, dangerously serious, and fixed on her stomach.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hi, I was wondering if I can make a request about an Elijah story?

Could yo do one in which reader is with Klaus but Elijah wants her, even one day he masturbates thinking about her and reader catches him but she thinks it's just a misunderstanding but Elijah can't be any more honorable so he says "you know if don't leave the room right now my hand won't be the one that will be on my cock" while touching continues, reader stays still but then leaves and from there you can continue the story, I would like to see some jealousy from both parties. I love your stories btw

Jealousy is Destructive

Elijah had never been a jealous person.

However lately he was having trouble with being around Klaus and his mate. She’s a lovely little werewolf, always happy and cheerful, she never fails to cheer someone up which really is perfect when she’s dating his brother.

But Elijah can’t help but want her.

Y/n was sweet to him, and while he desperately wanted to read into it, she’s sweet to everyone, something that drives Niklaus up the wall quite often since so many men enjoy her. Elijah tried to push his feelings down, knowing how good Y/n is for his little brother, he’s been on his best behavior since the day they met and she makes him smile in a way Elijah hadn’t seen since they were human.

He would spend as much time with his brothers mate as he could, often taking up her days when Klaus was out doing something villainous, recommending new books for her to read and spending time watching movies she insisted he “needs to see”. Klaus didn’t seem to mind those moments, often even thanking him for keeping Y/n happy and entertained while he couldn’t though it made the elder Mikaelson feel wrought with guilt later that night when he found his hand disobeying him and wrapping around his length desperately as he pictured the werewolf girl in the cute little pajama shorts she wears around the house, his eyes wandering when they ride up her ass too far. Honestly he hasn’t had his hand on his cock this much since he was a teenager.

Niklaus and Y/n had been together for almost 6 months when anyone found out about his little crush and sadly it was Y/n.

It was his fault, he had told her she was always welcome in his room whenever she needed something and she did just that when Klaus unexpectedly went out to chase down the Salvatore’s over something.

As she approached his room she could hear him say her name and she assumed he heard her coming so she just walked into the room, gasping loudly as she found him with his hand wrapped around his cock. ‘Oh Shit! I’m So Sorry!’

‘Y/n!’ He exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and covering himself, not that she hadn’t already seen everything.

‘I heard you say my name! I thought you heard me coming, I’m sorry! Why…why did you-‘

‘Don’t ask! Just go! Please?!’ With that, she turned and slammed the door shut behind her, taking off down the hallway back to Klaus’ room.

Later that evening Elijah entered the kitchen to see Klaus and Y/n making dinner together and he froze, waiting for his brothers rage to wash over him, waiting for the dagger that would inevitably find his heart, but it did not happen, in fact Klaus just looked at him sideways.

‘Why are you just standing there?’ He wondered and Y/n looked up, blushing but quickly moving on.

‘We just finished making dinner, do you want some spaghetti, Elijah?’ She offered and he smiled.

‘That sounds wonderful Y/n, thank you.’ She fixed him a plate and he relaxed with the knowledge that they were moving on from it.

The moment of relief was gone quickly however, as Klaus noticed the dark blush on his mates face. ‘What’s going on?’ He questioned and she looked up at him.

‘What do you mean?’ She asked as she handed Elijah his plate of food.

‘I mean you’re blushing and your heart is going a million miles a minute, and Elijah is acting strange even for Elijah.’ He teased but Elijah could sense his underlying seriousness.

‘Nothing is going on Baby, don’t worry about it. Now, we need Parmesan.’ She spoke but the Hybrids eyes hardened.

‘I don’t like being lied to Y/n, you know that very well. What am I supposed to think when you’re hiding something from me?’ Klaus was seconds away from exploding and they could both feel it prompting Elijah to jump in and defend the girl he had so quickly and deeply fallen for.

‘It was my fault Niklaus, don’t get upset with her-‘

‘No, don’t defend me Elijah, that’s not your job. I can own up to my own mistakes.’ He snapped his mouth shut, stunned by her snap back at him. ‘Not everything is your business Niklaus, sometimes things happen and they’re awkward so people wish to move in from them without speaking about them. That doesn’t mean anyone is lying to you! You don’t get to be upset every single time you’re not privy to something.’ She was so firm and sure of herself that even Klaus seemed stunned in that moment. ‘When you left earlier I decided to spend the day watching movies with Elijah and I walked into his room without knocking. It was my mistake, I was excited to make him start Batman with me and I just forgot myself.’

‘You are very excitable, we need to work on calming you down.’ Klaus joked, clearly trying to calm her down from her snappy anger.

‘Elijah was in a…compromising position when I walked in. We just decided to move on from it and not speak of it again but of course you have to know everything! Now for the LOVE of God will someone Please get me the Parmesan?!’ They both stared at her for a moment before Elijah turned to the fridge and got out the container of grated Parmesan, handing it to her. ‘Thank you.’

‘Of course. Thank you for dinner.’ With that Elijah removed himself from the kitchen, comforted and feeling lucky that Y/n is such a sweet girl to protect him from his brothers wrath like that.

The next day Klaus slipped out for a few hours and Elijah came downstairs to find Y/n turning on the Batman movie and smiling at him when he sat beside her.

They had gotten 20 minutes in before either of them said anything. ‘Y/n, I just wanted to-‘

‘Don’t. Don’t you dare thank me. I didn’t lie to Nik, I just didn’t tell him one detail of the incident. That’s all, because I knew what he would do to you if he found out you were thinking about me.’

‘I didn’t mean for you to ever-‘

‘I know, you’re too good a person for that, but if it happens again I will not hide it, understand? We are moving on from this, I get it, it’s not a big deal that you thought about me once and I shouldn’t have walked in on you. However. If you ever, and I do mean Ever, make a pass at me, touch me, or insinuate in anyway that you want to be anything more than the best friends that we are I will dagger you myself.’ He stared at her in complete shock, not knowing how to respond. ‘I love your brother with all my heart, and while I don’t want you hurt, I would rather you in a box than Nik thinking we are anything other than we are and that is best friends, I don’t want to lose that. I love having you as my best friend Elijah…never more than that.’

‘Of course. I understand. It was a one time thing, it won’t happen again. I…I don’t want to lose you either and I love how happy you make Niklaus. You make him happy in ways I haven’t seen since he was a child. We will forget yesterday ever happened.’

‘Good. Now, back to Batman.’

Y/n didn’t know how badly Elijah’s heart was breaking as she told him all of this but he would never let it show, he couldn’t.

Neither of them however knew about the Original Hybrid listening to their conversation from the foyer one room over. He wanted to be angry for them keeping this from him but…he couldn’t.

He couldn’t fault Y/n for wanting to preserve her friendship with his brother. She had given up all of her friendships to be with him, the entire Scooby Gang turning on her when she told them that she’s with him.

And most of all he couldn’t fault his brother. Klaus knows first hand how easy it is to fall for Y/n as he had done it himself almost as soon as they met. Elijah is a hopeless romantic, he’ll get over it and find another women to pine over soon enough. Until then however, popping in on their movie nights would have to become a tradition for him he realized, crawling under the blanket with Y/n and watching Batman Begins alongside them for the rest of the evening.

Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist

[kzele]

Unpopular TSSM Opinion

Sha-Shan was a better example of a serious moral compass love interest to Flash than Gwen was to, well, anybody.

The gal clearly has no problem turning a guy down until they've proven he isn't a too much of a douche. And she doesn't care how popular they are. If they make make the right, but hard choices, then they've got her interest.

Gwen, on the other hand, can’t seem to judge any of her friend’s moods or situations correctly and make an appropriate decision. For instance, whether as friends or love interests she and Harry are a dumpster fire. When the guy passes out in the courtyard and then avoids her, what does she do? Does she (a) tell her COP dad about it at home, (b) tell Harry’s father, (c) tell a teacher/coach/school counselor AKA any other figure in a position of actual authority? Nope. She tells Peter that something’s wrong with Harry, but doesn’t elaborate enough for him to take her concerns seriously, so he puts it among the lesser problems he has to deal with. Because if Peter was actually told the specifics, this would be MUCH higher on his problems list. There’s no way he’d have to be bullied into talking with Harry, otherwise. (Also, how is it possible that she couldn’t sense anything off about Eddie after he returned to the lab? He’s obviously creepy and fake and you’ve known him since you were both in single digits. If it was just Eddie this happened with, I wouldn’t be having my doubts about her judgement.)

This brings me to my next point about boundaries. Peter respects hers more than she respects his. Thus, she can only enforce her boundaries and/or will if someone already respects her. Harry and Gwen’s full-on couple status is proof. Harry’s shoved her against a locker, jumped over her during a villain attack (did he ever apologize for that?), and the first thing he does is ignore his new girlfriend in favor of calling his dad about having a girlfriend. Oh, and she’s ignoring all these red flags in an implied attempt to make Peter jealous. Nuff said about that ball of toxicity they got going on.

Flash saw Sha-Shan as a hot nerd/rebound, then as a challenge, and finally as someone whom he wants to be respected by. She didn’t let him get anywhere by being a jerk or overstepping. Granted, she had the benefit of not caring about Flash’s opinion of her, like Gwen would with long-time friends. And yet, despite being very judgy about him at the start, once they’re together she understands that Flash will say/do dumb things but it doesn’t take away from his good heart. Sha-Shan accepts him and his flaws. Ironically, despite Gwen being in love with Peter over Harry, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a time where she cuts Peter any slack for anything even when it’s not his fault. Including and up to not dying.(Not actually joking about that. See Christmas Tree aftermath s2ep3.) Maybe it’s just me, but I swear Harry and Eddie could be be kicking puppies off the Brooklynn Bridge in front of her and she’d be giving Peter the silent treatment for missing her calls trying to stop it.

I'm aware that Gwen isn't evil whatsoever but I find her immensely frustrating when TSSM has better female characters to choose from. And this post is for other people who agree with me. I'm not denying the flaws of anyone else here, be it Peter or Harry or whoever else, but I can't cover my thoughts on all the dynamics at play here without overloading my laptop and this site. I feel like Gwen's actions in the show get glossed over a lot. I've seen Peter and Harry get criticized for their actions and sympathy for their differently bad lives within the show, but Gwen. . .doesn't get that same scrutiny. She makes objectively horrible/stupid choices about how to go about things in her relationships but somehow she seems to get less spotlight shed on those things. Instead, the responsibility is often shoved the two guys for screwing up, despite either having far more on their plate or a bad home life. Anyways, I've rambled incoherently enough. Hope it brought you some food for thought even if you don't agree with everything.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying about being immunocompromised?

So I (19NB) get sick really easily. There's nothing wrong with me per se, but if someone has a cold, I get it too, etc. My mom also happens to have asthma, and my grandmother (who comes to our house often) is a smoker. These two factors have made me fairly paranoid about COVID. While I don't have the best relationship with my mom or my grandmother, I don't want them to die from COVID.

When I first entered college, my first friendgroup was full of shitty people. I don't want to get into all of the drama, but a majority of them were of the opinion that COVID was over and that you can't really die from COVID. (I have since left this friendgroup).

We went on a school trip. The supervisors specifically told us that if any of us had any cold symptoms, we could not go. Lo and behold, two people had cold symptoms. Both of them tested positive for COVID. I also happened to be friends with one of them (not his fault; his parents forced him to go even though he tried to stay home) and walked around with him for hours trying to find a professor.

I will admit that I freaked out in the groupchat, saying that I could die from COVID and that my family members are at risk as well. My "friends" dogpiled me, telling me that I am being insensitive towards the person who has COVID (even though the person himself said he understood why I was upset and asked for the dogpiling to stop). Eventually, I snapped and lied that I'm immunocompromised so they'd get off my back. It worked, and I got apologies from a few of them.

I haven't lied about it since, and I'm with new, better friends now, but I still feel bad for doing it, because while I did it in the heat of the moment, I still lied about a medical thing I don't have.

(and yes, I did test positive for COVID. :/)

TLDR; friendgroup didn't take COVID seriously and I lied about being immunocompromised to get them to stop dogpiling me.

What are these acronyms?

[strwbrychffoncke]

"the christmas waltz,, 3.2k words synopsis: in which anything involving rafayel was all but calm, save for the way he loved you— an unending waltz of your hearts becoming one contains: slight nsfw! lads rafayel x f!reader (reader is described to be wet + wearing panties) ,can be seen as ladsmc or not (no indication of either rly) ,marked as nsfw but its mostly just really suggestive ,that being said light somno (he's messing w u until you wake up) ,slight yearning ,angst if u squint reaaaally hard ,masturbation (raf) ,ejaculation (raf) needy!raf ,slight whiny!raf ,reader is pinned down ,kissing ,marking ,slight dry humping (raf) ,slight scent kink (? its raf after all) ,petnames (calls you his bodyguard ,cutie ,princess + your highness) ,reader is wearing panties + raf's shirt to sleep ,top!raf ,fluffy extra ,that should be it note: (kind of unedited but the fish told me to post this asap!) a small idea came to me & i meant for it to be fluff & it quickly turned nsfw oops? my contribution + apology to the raf kissers that had to get the xmas fic after christmas (but just in time for new yrs -!) pls enjoy :x

-

five days.

it had been five days since your last mission wrapped up, and about a week since rafayel had been out of the country.

he had explained (more like complained) about how there was some out of the country art exhibition he was being dragged to, and that it was a "special holiday one," according to thomas (not that he cared, rafayel had sighed, going on about how such a holiday doesn't mean much to him anyway).

he tried what he could to get out of it, but in the end, he was, unwillingly, dragged away.

at the time, you were wrapping up a several-days long mission yourself, and didn't have the opportunity to see him off before he was gone, much to your dismay.

while he half-berated you for this, he did understand that it wasn't your fault, not really (only pouting at how his bodyguard was too caught up to see him off, and blaming your strenuous job for taking you away from him).

although he called and texted you often, borderline spamming you whenever he had a spare moment, it wasn't really the same without him physically clinging to you, something you somehow found yourself yearning for after he practically conditioned you into expecting it whenever in his presence.

but for now, you would have to put up with it, settling into your own personal space until he made his return.

-

you had asked him in one of your calls if he was going to be back in time for christmas. he hesitated for a moment, saying he wasn't sure, voice full of frustration from being away from you.

"that's okay, its not that big of a deal. its not like you really celebrate it, right? since its a human holiday," you joked.

"it doesn't mean that you don't," he emphasized.

"well thats okay. i'm sure i'll find some way to occupy my time," you reassured him.

"my cute bodyguard doesn't seem to be very convincing," he teased before frowning, though you couldn't see it. "you don't have to hide your disappointment, y'know?"

you sighed.

"it's okay, it's not like i blame you cause it isn't your fault, its just-" you pause, looking around the spacious studio.

"i just never really realized how big your studio is when you're not here. seriously, how did you hang around here on your own for so long?"

he let's out a hearty chuckle.

"sounds like someone's missing me."

you scoff.

"says the one blowing up my phone constantly."

"puh-lease, it's only natural as your employer to be checking in on you," he leans back against the headboard of the hotel room bed.

you can't help but to laugh at this before teasing him.

"oh? so you're checking in on me just as my employer? does that mean i'll be compensated for you taking up my free time?"

a wide grin stretches across his face.

"better me than someone else, yeah?"

"hmm..." you hum before staying quiet for a couple of seconds.

"hey!" you can hear the whine in rafayel's voice and can't help but to burst into a fit of giggles.

he scoffs, unamused.

"i know there's no one you'd rather spend your time with than me," he declares confidently.

"how are you so sure?"

"its obvious."

"how so? please enlighten me, my dear fishie."

his voice takes on a slightly lower tone, and you can hear the sheer pride in his voice when he says his next words.

"because no one can make you feel how i can."

you feel like your face has been hit by his evol.

"isn't that right, cutie?"

"rafayel!"

all he does is laugh.

-

despite how he may have sounded, rafayel felt as if he were being tortured.

it had been seven days of this, of being away from you.

he could hear your laughter, but he couldn't see the way your eyes crinkled and the way your whole body shook with amusement.

sure, he video called you, but that somehow made it worse because he couldn't touch you.

and truth be told, while a week may not be a long time for other people, it truly felt like an eternity for him.

an eternity of not being in your vicinity, of not seeing every micro expression that crossed your features as you lounged around his studio, of not seeing you waltz around so casually around him in his clothes-

an eternity of not being able to feel your soft body under his precious hands.

the phone call had ended just a while ago, and he was biting down on his slightly-open shirt as he tugged his now-constraint pants down his hips.

truth be told, even though it was meant to mess with you, his teasing comment had managed to work himself up, palming himself at the thought of you before pulling his hard-on free.

he thought about your voice, about your ringing laughter and pretty lips emitting it and how much he wanted to kiss them.

he thought about your smile, about your hand gripping the phone, other making wide gestures while you spoke, and how much he needed to feel them on him.

he thought about you in his studio, wandering around busying yourself with things to do, walking around in his clothes, sleeping in his room-

and he thought about what he'd do if he were there with you.

after he spilled all over himself, cum coating his hand and lap, a moment of clarity passed and only one thought circulated in his mind:

he needed to be with you as soon as possible.

. . .

after your call with rafayel earlier in the day, you were feeling needier than ever as you dressed yourself in his slightly-oversized button up with a cute pair of panties after your shower, inhaling his scent lingering on the fabric and sighing longingly.

based on what he'd said, you came to terms with the fact that you'd be spending tomorrow, christmas day, without him.

you tried to convince yourself it was no big deal, and that it was just any other day, but the thought of your colleagues spending the day with their respective lovers and all the posts about spending their quality time together, you couldn't help the weight on your chest.

you sighed again, taking a look at the living area.

you were pleased with this, at least.

you added a few extra decorations in the time you've been around his place (which was basically the entire week- what could you say?), even distracting yourself with tidying up the place a bit, baking, reading, or even taking a walk on the beach.

(truth be told, you were a little envious of this aspect of his home, and if you ever told him this, his simple solution would be telling you to just move in, already with that cheeky wink of his).

since it was late, and you hadn't much reason to stay up any longer you turned off the main lights, leaving the decorative ones on, and padded your way up the steps toward his bedroom.

before getting into bed, you plucked out the cologne bottle on his counter (something that you'd been doing every other night since you got here), spritzing it on one of his pillows before setting it back and practically jumping into the fluffy mattress, sinking down comfortably into it before burying yourself under the thick comforter.

you hugged the rafayel-scented pillow close to your chest, peeking over at the pile of plushies you'd arranged the night you got here, wishing them a goodnight~ before laying your head back down, breathing in the scent of your lover.

after one last check of your phone, you set it down on the bedside counter before drifting off into slumber, wishing rafayel could be with you.

. . .

it was late.

not that rafayel had any qualms about it, his sleep schedule being nowhere near existent with how scattered his inspiration came and went, chasing the flame for however long it lasted before it burnt out and he finally allowed his body time for respite.

but this was different.

almost the second he took one step back into linkon did he chase his way all the way back to his studio, secretly grateful for the time spent working out with you as he increased his stamina thanks to it (despite disliking the actual action of exercising).

it was way past midnight, barely any cars or passerbys on the street leaving little to no lingering eyes with quiet questions as to why some dashing man was running through the street in the middle of the night, and even better for rafayel: leaving no obstacles to stop him from reaching his objective- his muse.

he was sure you weren't awake so he refrained from calling you, only sending one short text before he made his break for it.

"on my way, princess."

given the message was still on delivered, he knew you were fast asleep— something he wasn't sure if he should be grateful for or annoyed at.

either way, he would see you tonight.

he needed to see you.

he loathed spending anymore time without you by his side than necessary (though in his head, there was no reason you two should ever be separated in the first place), shifting the blame to you— or rather, your job— at not being able to accompany him.

leaving me alone? the audacity...

even like this, frustrated and blaming you in his head for making him feel this way, it still fueled his steps, long legs taking wide strides (if only you were separated by an ocean, he could get to you in much shorter time), his body burning against the cold air and first brush of snow.

-

by the time rafayel made it to the door of his studio, he was practically doubled over, panting heavily trying to regain his breath, his hair a mess and snow-covered, face and chest wet from sweating.

the things he does for you....

he wastes no more time, pushing the door open, and entering his home.

he notices a couple of things that weren't there before he left: some particularly eye catching ocean-themed ornaments dangling from the tree, some presents tucked underneath it, some more little christmas lights hanging around from nearby shelves and counters—

and a single mistletoe strung up by the staircase.

he grins to himself.

your intentions are clear as day, cutie

the door barely clicks shut before he's on his way, steps loud as he bounds towards his room, sensing the presence he's so longed for this entire week.

-

when he enters the room, he stops and stares from the doorway.

there you were, fast asleep, chest rising and falling with even breaths, blanket tangled between your legs and hugging a pillow to your chest, plushies that he'd won you occupying the empty space of the bed.

he looked at you for a long moment before looking over at the plushies and glaring at them for taking up his spot of the bed before taking the last few strides towards you to finally close the distance.

he's standing over you, eyes swirling with longing, adoration, need in the darkness of the room, pupils growing, pink hue overtaking his eyes as he takes you in.

he's torn between waking you up right this instant or leaving you be and watching you sleep until you woke up or he drifted off himself.

before he realizes it, he's reaching out, one hand cupping your cheek and caressing your face while the other dips to your waist where your shirt rides up-

only then realizing that its his shirt that you're wearing.

just like he'd imagined.

he feels his breath hitch.

he bends down, dipping his head into the side of your neck, tucking his nose in before breathing in your scent.

and he feels intoxicated.

how he missed you.

he begins leaving a trail of kisses from behind your ear, down the side of your neck and down your shoulder before pausing and pulling the drooping sleeve down further to reveal more skin for him to cover.

he pulls back slightly, trying to even out his breathing as he admires you again.

you're still fast asleep.

he frowns.

how the hell were you still sleeping???

that's when he decides to mess with you a bit, mind set and decided on waking you up himself.

he shoves the plushies off his side of the bed with no remorse and removes the pillow from your arms, grabbing ahold of them and gently turning you to lie on your back.

he pulls the comforter down the rest of your body, groaning at the sight of you in just a pair of panties peeking from under the shirt before he positions himself on the bed right on top of you, pinning your wrists to the mattress and leaning down to your ear again.

"is this what you wanted?"

his voice is husky in the dim room, the moonlight from the glass dome roof the only light illuminating your pretty face and supple figure to him before he practically engulfs you, kissing down both sides of your neck and shoulders.

you let out involuntary hums and gasps, but you're still in the land of dreams.

he begins kissing down your arm, catching a whiff of some fragrance from your wrist, biting his lip to not let out a whimper before pulling it closer, unable to resist biting onto it.

your body jolts at this, and rafayel stares at your face, tongue slipping out to lick at the bite mark as you stir for just a moment before you're calm once again.

he kisses down your other arm, biting the other wrist to match before going back up to your neck, unable to stop himself before he nips at the empty canvas of your skin, sucking on the particularly sensitive areas that he's committed to memory.

at the same time, one of his hands releases from pinning down one of your wrists, trailing down your figure slowly before rubbing over the sensitive slit covered by your panties.

you're wet, he notes, and begins to grind himself against your lower half, bulge growing as his heavy panting circulates the room, his hand continuing to rub you through the thin, damp fabric.

so caught up in the way that you feel, he doesn't notice you stirring, soft noises emitting from you at his ministrations.

only when he bites down on a particular spot over your pulse point do you gasp out a moan.

your eyes shoot open, free hand reaching up, fingers tangling in rafayel's messy locks as you begin panting, mind reeling to catch up with what's happening, wondering if you're still dreaming.

"haah, rafa-yel—"

oh how he missed hearing your voice so close to his ear.

he peers up at you when he hears his name, chest rising up and down quickly as he breathes heavily, gaze glazed over as he looks back into your bleary eyes and the way your exposed skin is already blooming with his marks.

"my muse..."

his voice is breathy in the quiet of the room, staring at you for a moment longer before his lips crash onto yours.

his kiss is everything you've yearned for.

its messy, lips moving needily against each other and its not long before rafayel slips his tongue into your mouth, needing to taste you further as he fights with yours, quickly overtaking you in your still-awakening state before exploring your mouth as you surrender to him.

a particularly harsh tug at his hair prompts him to groan and pull back, string of saliva connecting you both as you fill your lungs, staring into each other's eyes.

its only then that you notice the pink swirling through the dark, lustful look in his eyes, practically glowing in the otherwise dark room.

"rafayel, when did you-"

"couldn't disappoint my princess on christmas, now could i?" his voice holds a dangerous lilt to it despite the tease, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips as he speaks.

"but i thought-"

he silences you with another longing kiss.

when he breaks this one, he takes advantage of the second you take to recuperate to grasp the hand still tangled in his locks and pinning it back down on the mattress, his grip on both getting firmer.

"for humans, today is a day where you give gifts to each other, right?"

he gets closer, lips hovering above your ear once more.

"so let me give you mine. after all, its already christmas day,"

he bites down on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to emit something between a moan and a gasp.

"..right?"

that night, your bodies joined together in the pleasure filled waltz of love, voices carrying through the room, down the studio and out towards the ocean, an echo of promise and an everlasting entanglement to the other— the one gift that truly mattered.

-

extra:

the sun reflected through the glass ceiling, warming your conjoined bodies, limbs tangled together having sought warmth from each other, given your mostly-nude forms.

rafayel is the first to stir, eyes cracking open to his favorite sight: you, his muse, in his bed, in his shirt, engulfed in his embrace, his marks littering your body-

just as it should be.

he props his head up on one hand, stroking your hair with the other until you slowly begin to stir as well.

"morning, cutie," he greets, lazy smile gracing his features.

"mo-morning, raf" you utter, rubbing your eyes and nuzzling closer to him.

"did you sleep well?"

"best sleep i've gotten all week, actually," you mumble into his chest, feeling the vibration of his laughter before he hugs you closer against him.

silence envelops you both before you gasp.

"you still have to open your presents!"

"you know you didn't have to get me anything, cutie," he smiles at you.

"yeah, well i did, so-"

you go to move when you let out a cry at a sudden sharp pain. rafayel's hands are immedietaly on you.

"hey! are you okay? whats wrong??"

you're shaking slightly, and before rafayel can panic further, you freeze him in his spot as you look directly into his eyes.

"i almost thought last night was a dream, but-"

you're glaring at him, hard.

"it seems this pain proves otherwise."

your angry expression only looks like a cute pout to rafayel, and he lets out another hearty chuckle.

"stop laughing, i'm serious! there's no way i can walk, much less move at all because of you!"

"sorry, cutie," rafayel starts unapologetically. "i just missed you too much."

"take me downstairs, i want you to open your gifts already."

"yes, your highness."

despite his playful tone, rafayel is gentle when he picks you up, holding you bridal style as he takes slow steps down the stairs.

"rafayel?"

"yes, cutie?"

"thank you for the.... surprise gift," you say, an almost shy smile taking over your face.

"there's more where that came from-"

"rafayel!"

he giggles again, and you can't help but to share the laughter.

"merry christmas," you say, eyes bright gazing into his.

"merry christmas to you, cutie," he returns the sentiment, kissing your forehead.

-

a/n: sometimes, im unsure if the readers prefer an mc reader or non mc reader ,so i tried to leave out backstory references in this one (just being vague) and leave it up for you to decide what you prefer since not everyone can really relate to the mc :x i hope it came out well! this idea struck me suddenly ,so i had to write it right away since i'd been struggling to come up w a storyline for rafayel this time =x= -

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 15, Episode 5

This Magic Moment to end off this half of the series, so excited to write what happens next 😊

They're watching each other again, they're always watching each other when Matty drives. I wonder what they're thinking about, if Ethan is still thinking about how it didn't make sense, or how they accept him and want him there, if he's wondering if he should really stay because there's no need to go back even if he's wrong? And Matty, if he's wondering (my hands no joke just type wonderful on instinct) if he'll stay, or how he's feeling after their talk, if he's okay, or maybe if he's wondering what else Ethan might be hiding from them or if he's ready to keep accepting him no matter what the truth is.

I need to talk to everyone who worked on this show or I will end up haunting the earth with unfinished business

This song is so them-coded I needed to make it theirs only to make it hurt, I'm all for a good song being ironically played in serious scenes, it's hilarious to me and this is the other scene I filmed on my phone to share the first time I saw it, but c'mon, does it not fit them being in love exactly?

Sure doesn't look too happy to see her even though she should be signifying that he can go home soon huh. She even told him she'd be down there and he looks more shocked than relieved, and half of me is like 'she's there to take him home and he doesn't want that' and the other half is like 'he told her the times and now she appears and this is bad news' like how I wrote it in my fic, but this is canon Ethan so he could also be thinking anything with how he doesn't look too worried when they arrive

Poor Matty he's just glancing over at a passing car, he's heard her voice, seen her here, and also meets her and never once does he connect the dots I need to protect him from the oncoming heartbreak he goes through enough

Thank you, dear god, if I saw anyone else play Johnson it wouldn't have worked even half as well, there is only one Johnson and he can only be played by David Dastmalchian and I stand by that so hard.

Also lol at Matty leaning back so far and seriously cause he's in the shot

This is also unforgivable, how dare she do this right after sending the Brawlers after him, she's officially put him into danger by association and she knows it and she still gives him this wave, as a character she's so fascinating but my god I can't forgive her

And then it's over. You can only pray that this has nothing to do with what you talked about yesterday, Ethan, and that they'll still love you when it all comes out

The casual pull up, this is just another normal drop, things are calm, Ethan gets to toss Matty the bag this time, he fixes his sleeves Johnson-style, and then it all goes to hell. This is probably the first time Matty's seen anything like this, since he got here after the war and all, and Johnson's probably thinking 'oh no not again' after so long of things being good, but Ethan, with him seeing this and then throwing away his phone next ep, he knows that this is his fault

Matty freaking out and explaining things to a couple random Brawlers before turning to Johnson as he walks away, Johnson motioning for someone to come over, and Ethan for some reason went to talk to his own random Brawler, interesting choice there, I wonder what he said

This shot has an interesting cut, on Hulu it starts later and goes for longer, and on Amazon it starts sooner and ends halfway through, so I spliced them together to make one big shot. I know they did it since the following scene was cut and they needed to keep the Joel continuity, but still, I loved seeing all the differences between the two as I did this ep

Oooooooough Matty all curled up while he talks to Joel, he's the only one who wants to become a Brawler and he's the one panicking the hardest here outta all of them, even Ethan is just standing around while Johnson sits off to the side, why wouldn't he also be talking to Joel about this? I'm telling you, he only talks to people whenever Matty can't, and I will bring this up again when I do ep6 and 10

This scene was cut entirely, which is a shame since it's so good. We got Matty being all panicky and fidgety, we got Meredith being sisterly to Lyla which is always nice, we got Avron 😒 and we got a nice shot of Johnson they robbed from us. The rest of their convo is unintelligible, I can make out Matty saying 'He just-' and then that's it, with whispers of them still going, wish the Brawlers could've talked a little less here

I love the reveal that Bash did this cause Percy was his brother, every reveal is great in this show, but this is about the Phoenixes so we must look at them. Of course they gotta go back to show them what happened, but what I wanna know is why Ethan is the one chosen to drive back. I wrote Matty as being too wired to concentrate, and Johnson is taking his sweet time back there (he throws out his cigarette twice lol) but you'd think that Ethan might also be too wired since he saw an actual dead body like an hour before, even if they don't know each other that well.

There's also something in the backseat of the third gif and I still have no idea what it is

Like is this a piece of film equipment? I have no idea what that thing is in both show and real world context, it almost looks like a speaker or something

Bonus Meredith and Lyla cause this shot was also cut, the rest of the ep is the same from here

All three of them waiting outside and giving them time to inspect/grieve 🥺 they didn't even try to stop Bash when he rushed out, they just get back in the car and wait for Joel to follow. Matty doesn't even really look in, he's just looking down and away, which Johnson does at the same time I just noticed

Matty is driving, but there's no one in the backseat unless they turned into shadows or I'm blind

RIP Gary, your promised rematch with Matty would've been legendary

It's hard to see cause this is the world's darkest bar but Johnson actually reacts to this one, he touches his forehead just over Joel's shoulder near the end

Matty once again looking to only Johnson while he's already looking at them and not the carnage /)o(\ This is what your loyalty to Doris did, Ethan! Just tell her to fuck off instead of answering her ;w;

And that's it, I won't do the rest of the eps until I'm done writing Light the Fuse, which I was hoping to be doing this whole time but it's been so busy I haven't had a chance to sit down and write anything OTL but since this ended up finishing on a Tuesday, I'll give myself one more week to try and stock up (since I've got nothing to post heh ;w;) and then in a few months when this fic is all done we can look at more details together~

Thanks so much for joining me so far, this has been a lot of fun and I can't wait to get back to working on both the fic and this series again asap ❤️💙💛

[meowmeowchapel]

the west wing, the inauguration parts i and ii,sentence starter meme.

Listen. I have a problem.

You think that's a good idea?

I don't wanna talk about it now...

The man makes the Prince of Denmark seem reactionary.

And will there be someone who will tell me when it's time to do that?

You mock me?

...in what I'm almost certain is trochaic tetrameter.

Is he telling us something through code?

I can't remember your name, but are you asking me on a date?

Thirteen buttons on the trousers.

I don't wanna know how you know that.

You memorized it? It was 1200 words.

I suppose, to begin with and this is neither here nor there,

globes don't have corners.

I'm talking to myself, so there's no reason for you to be answering.

Is there a reason for me to be standing here?

Stop trying to get us together.

If I wanted, I could have him.

There was no way you could tell me he was right behind me?

Can I just ask? What is it you'd do, exactly, to have me?

It's gotta be a pretty critical lap dance.

Showing off for me.

It's awkwardly worded.

How do you know?

I know things.

And I can confirm that he's thinking and familiarizing himself.

You're comfortable going through life with a name like that?

I've never been comfortable, not because of my name.

The idea isn't going to walk in here announce itself as important.

That's usually not a good idea.

Like Mother Teresa with first strike-ability.

You go back to doing whatever it is you do.

Also, it's written in four languages.

That's not what I mean.

I said, I don't give a damn what your problem is.

Wow, that's pretty spicy stuff.

That was ballsy.

It's been ridiculous since you came back.

Would you mind if I turn off the lights?

Do you like this perfume?

What's gotten into you?

For three years, I've been thinking  about what might have been if it weren't for the conflict and I'm almost over it.

Remember when you asked me what exactly I'd do to have you? I'd do that.

Tradition's tradition.

You know, nothing I can't deal with.

I'm just as big a cotton candy-ass as they are.

You're just gonna let that hang?

You're a much bigger cotton candy-ass.

Well, no one's told me anything about it and I'm not gonna ask.

Are we together on this?

You're not ever worried about the window breaking?

Didn't we talk about this?

But you gave it a shot anyway?

No, no "but" at the end of that. Not on this one.

I don't know what the means.

Don't worry, neither will anyone else.

There were maybe four people in the room when I had that conversation.

Good day to you, sir.

I said, good day, sir.

Get in there, would you?

Nobody takes me seriously when I say "good day, sir."

You don't even want to say you were wrong and apologize for your superior attitude lately.

What's his level of frustration?

Aren't you afraid that one day I'm just going to kick your ass like it's never been

kicked?

You bought their love.

Well, it was for sale, and I wanted it.

I don't really know what that means, do you?

No. But I'm mostly asleep right now, and also I don't know what you're talking about.

Who made you crazy? Not that someone has to make you that way.

This is gonna get interesting.

Well. This is gonna, I think, get interesting now.

This is entirely your fault.

Do I just keep standing here?

Heat of the moment. And bad timing.

Ten minutes ago, you promised me you'd go easy on the Moses references.

Well, then here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women.

Ah, that tastes like... nothing at all. It has no taste or properties of any kind.

I think you're wrong. But if you're right, then okay. We should all have a little skin in this.

Not because, no. Not because of Laurel and Hardy. That was simply the confluence of  the final, you know, and... also, by the way, from the mouths of babe-- like yourself.  Seriously, from the mouths of babes and clowns come-- Listen, there's no reason why  anyone needs to know about Laurel and Hardy

Seriously, from the mouths of babes and clowns come--

Sounds like that's going to depend a lot on my general mood.

I walked to school every morning in weather colder than this.

That's right, baby. Just a camel hair coat, leather gloves, a varsity scarf and these wits.

I didn't say he's "lost his mind," I said... I said he lost his mind.

A literary curse.

I'm asking... are you sure?

That's exactly what I was going to say.

She's sitting in her apartment in a ball gown.

Waiting for a ball to come over?

I have a copy here if you want to...

You're walking around with a copy of it?

It's good cop/bad cop. I'm the good cop

Aren't you cold without a coat?

I'd take off my shirt too, but it's inappropriate with a tuxedo.

No, I divined it.

I think before tonight's over, we might have ourselves a whole new story.

What the hell are you doing?

Get down here! Now!

Keep your voice down.

Don't even think about telling me to keep my voice! Get down here!

You come down here without a coat?

I need you to keep your voice down.

Go ahead, you're entitled-- give it to me all again.

Your career isn't important?

The list of things you didn't think about, including your job!

Does he know about this?

You look amazing.

It was stupid, but it was menschy.

Sorry, it was just stupid.

We're going to a ball.

Balls are fun.

You're going to have to sit on somebody's lap.

You should expect increased voices of dissent after today - in breadth and depth.

A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were build for.

I'm sorry. Seriously, I've never lied to you before, and it won't happen

again.

Pardon me?

What did I say about speaking to me without addressing me as Wild Thing.

I don't know what to say.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Cheating

The next morning I went shopping with Sandra. S. will soon actually move. We went to that damn IKEA. Every time I enter an IKEA, I buy TRASH, that I don't need!! Anyway! Sandra and I were busy unpacking all those bits & bobs we bought. My Mom also came into my room, to ask where Nico was? She noticed that he left in the middle of the night and she probably heard us arguing.

N.'s Mom called him last night. She wanted Nico to pick up his fiancée. Yesterday before Nico came to me, he droped Stephanie at his Mother's house. Someone had to take care of his crazy ex- fiancee... Stephanie started that pity shit again and she also told N.'s Mom about me. She meant Nico was cheating on her. And of course his Mom didn’t feel like taking care of his fiancee, while he was shaking up with someone. (me) So yea, she's pretty mad! And I was mad at him because he didn’t come back to me, but stayed there. I told him, if he didn’t finally send Stephanie to hell, I’d date someone else, too! But N. didn’t take me seriously. He was just making silly jokes. That's why.... I called Dennis!! He accompanied Sandra & me today and we had a really nice day with him.🤷‍♀️

Mom: There you are!... Where's Nico? Why isn’t he with you? I thought you two never wanted to be apart again. 🤨

Me: His Mom called him. He had to leave.

Mom: I heard you two fighting! Did he change his mind about your Baby?

Me: N-no!... Agh, pls get off me.

Mom: Sandra! Who is that guy who accompanied you two?

Sandra: Um-....

Me: How-...How do you know??

Mom: I saw him outside with you two. You know, my "spy-window". That one in the kitchen! I could observe absolutely everything! So don’t you dare lie to me and tell me he’s Sandra's bf or something. That boy's clearly after you, A.! 😠

Me: Really? 👉👈 You think he likes me? ... No, JK!! 😉 He and I met at Ana’s College. Dorm!! He lives there too and... yea that's all. We're friends.

Mom: Since you mentioned this, what’s wrong with you and Ana? She told me it was a mistake to take you to her college . It's bcs of that boy??

Me: NO! It was Adam's fault! He made trouble for Ana and me. But Ana and I made up.... Idk why she's avoiding me?? I guess it has something to do with her new bestie Claudia. 💁‍♀️😒

Mom: Why don’t you ask her?

Me: I was busy with my own shit!!! But well, I'm gonna talk to her.

Mom: And now tell me what’s wrong with N. Did-....did he ask you to see other men? That's a familiar road for you two, isn't it?

Me: You nuts? I can't believe you actually think that!! 😲😠

Mom: I don’t know what to think or believe? You are pregnant A.! Second, you’re married to Daniel. And I just saw you outside with another guy. And it’s no secret that Nico does strange things to you.

Me: What kind of strange things? This thing with Philip and him last year was a fucking mistake! An experiment that went totally wrong for ALL of us! Especially for N.! However, it won’t happen again!

Mom: Your Dad knows! I told him last night. He wants to talk to Nico, so..... where is he?

Me: You already told him?? 😲 But-... ugh, idk if Nico will come by today? That stupid Stephanie!.............. Who knows if he’ll ever come back to me.😫

I told my Mom the truth that Nico had a fiancée. He broke up with her, but Stephanie just won’t let go of him. My Mom was so mad at me for getting involved in something like this. She accused me of being........... a bitch. She didn’t say "bitch"!! !My mother doesn’t use such.... bad words. 😇 (😒) I just can’t think of the right word in English rn, but it means the same.

Mom: How many times have I told you and your sister, never, to fall in love with a man who is taken or married! It's a really low blow, A.!

Me: You’re just saying that because of you and Dad! But-....I love him, I loved him before! So, he belongs to me! Not to her!

Mom: Then why did you marry Daniel? If... you’ve always loved Nico? You knew he had a fiancée. You deliberately decided to ruin their relationship! Just because your marriage didn’t work. The right thing would have been to ignore Nico’s messages. You never know what or WHO you want?... It’s like a curse on you. 🤦‍♀️

Me: You’re on her side, not mine! I hate you! And I didn’t ruin anything! He wanted to break up with her anyway!!

Mom: Sure, that’s why he’s with her now, not here with you. 🤷‍♀️

Shit, I think she was right. I have to stop this. I have to stop Stephanie! I'm going to have his Baby! Sandra said the same to me. I have to make it clear to N., that he’s gonna lose me, if he doesn’t do the right thing!!!! But Nico thought now that I’m pregnant, he’d be safe. I mean, I’m not sure he really thought that, but that’s how it felt to me.

Previous/ Next

[pastelclownkitty]

COMPASS GOD BLAST!! (aka i'm assuming you'll get at least one Trio question and *I* wanna know about Tempest)

The Four Compass Gods (even... eugh... Atlas...)

4, 9, 24, 25 :]

fair warning that ciaran and aeros are not built on much so most of this is made up on the spot. ok thanks stuff like this helps

4. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Aeros - Their immaturity. They try so hard to be cold and professional, he really does, but at the end of the day he's still rather childish and doesn't think things through as much as he likes to make it seem like he does. He is aware of this, he's been constantly reminded of it. It's why he tries so hard to fix it, or at least stop it from showing.

Ciaran - Their numbness. The way it causes them to stop taking things seriously and be apathetic in the face of consequences. They are well aware of it, but make no effort to fix it.

Atlas - Their temper. Atlas's anger quickly causes them to stop thinking rationally, instead exposing her impulsive and reckless side. Many people have told them to work on this, but Atlas refuses to accept that it is an issue.

Tempest - Their inability to move on. The way they cling to every past grudge, never allowing themselves to forget. They are aware of this but don't see it as a flaw.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote that you associate with your oc?

Aeros - "And then she smiled, and that's what I'm after, the smile in her eyes, the sound of her laughter."/"Next time you're praying, you'll be praying for me."/"Mother Earth's love whispered to me (and it wasn't her fault)."/"Look at the stars, in the big black ink. Tell me what you feel and tell me what you think. Is it cold outside? Is it cold?"

Ciaran - "Kind of like an addict, I let you win."/"Now I'm King, like you wanted me to be."/"I did what I had to do to survive, then I did a bunch of other shit I felt like doing."/"You became so focused on running the rat race and getting to that cheese, you didn't even think to look for the cracks. And I don't blame you! I'm just disappointed."/"Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back."/"It's a quality of the gods to see a creature with its back broken and be unmoved."

Atlas - "'Cause you lost when your puppets reclaimed their lives!"/"I've been waiting for my lover to relieve me, but they're outside swinging from the oak tree!"/"Do not pray. Whatever the fuck you do, do not pray. Because the ones that are listening, you do not want them to answer."/"Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced I am yours, I will be it."

Tempest - "There's a plan for us lunatics and liars, we have faulty gears and wires, they can't save us but they'll do the best they can!"/"I'd kill myself to get away from you, too."/"It was nice to know 'ya! We've all been damned, cmon!"/"Stop the peace and keep the violence!"/"I think I'll lose my mind in hysteria!"

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Assuming they all didn't become god and continued their lives like normal:

Aeros - Would have ended up completely alone and aimless, with absolutely nothing to their name. There was nothing for them besides his Fate.

Ciaran - Honestly, he would have wound up in jail had they not become a god. They would not have kept getting away with everything for much longer.

Atlas - He and Venus planned on moving far away together. Atlas most likely would've gotten a job as a gravedigger, and Venus would have loved to work at a flower shop or as a fashion designer. Venus could have kept him out of jail long enough for them to live happily.

Tempest - Most likely also would have wound up in jail. Either that or a psych ward, which is probably the more realistic option. Though I could also see them ending up kidnapped by some unfortunate enemies they happened to make. No matter what, it wouldn't have gone well for them. Not that anything in Scilita's life ever went well.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Aeros - Silly deer guy!!! Silly anxious deer guy!!! Serious answer, his temper. I love pissed-off Aeros. Pissed-off Aeros my beloved. He deserves it.

Ciaran - How intelligent she really is, and how silly she acts not despite it but because of it. That smug, playful attitude of theirs. God, in another universe they and Eucharis would be best friends.

Atlas - His emptiness. His longing to feel whole again. How childish he really is. Everything that godly, untouchable attitude is protecting. Everything he does to distract himself from it.

Tempest - Their bitchy attitude, how little filter they have (while also having an extremely strong filter), the moment where that mask slips and they're left unbelievably vulnerable in their rage.

[enigmatist17]

IT IS I, THE CUDDLE PILE ANON. OK OK I KNOW I SAID THAT WOLFFE WAS MY LAST REQUEST BUTTTTTTT I HAD 2 IDEAS AT LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING sooooo basically one about the 501st (+Ashoka) and how they’d comfort Rex when he’s down. And another one were the 501st (+Rex maybe anakin) comfort Ashoka when she’s down. THEY’RE SUCH GOOD BIG BROTHERS 😭 in return for these 2 ideas, I shall gift you with my love and weird quotes my friends have said: “all I wanted was a 10 piece McNugg, I got spiritual enlightenment” “I know I’m not the sharpest kid in the shed…wait” preferably separate fics pls (when it’s convenient for u, YOUR HEALTH COMES FIRST GO DRINK WATER YOU FABULOUS AUTHOR) hey that kinda rhymed ok I’m done 🙃

So sorry I'm late on the first prompt, but finally here we are!

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"Uh oh, someone messed up."

When Fives is the one to freeze in the middle of a conversation, that gains the attention of the scattered 501st troopers nearby. Said newly minted ARC had been in the middle of a rousing story when he noticed that one of the medics decided to join the rest of the "plebs" willingly.

And not only a medic, Kix was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't me!" Kix raised an eyebrow as Fives lifted his hands, and gives an amused snort.

"For once it's not your fault. Any of you see Rex?"

"Avoiding you again?" Echo asked, looking up from the manuals he'd been idly reading. "Told him you were going to start getting angry."

"I'm past that, I told him I need to monitor his BSV recovery, and I can't do that if he insists on skirting the medbay. Now, since you all clearly don't have anything to do, I'm pulling rank and ordering you to hunt down Rex and bring him to me."

"But we just got our game going!" Hardcase cried in dismay, he and Dogma crouched over a board game they'd been gifted some time ago.

"Aw poor guy." Kix deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "Tell you what, the man who delivers Rex gets some of the treats Plo gave me."

"Seriously?" Hardcase finds the game suddenly not as important, even Dogma side-eyeing the medic along with the very quiet troopers around him.

Kix shook his head.

"The man who brings me Rex gets to have their own mini-stash."

The medic isn't sure he's seen any room empty so fast, shaking his head with a rare chuckle as he heads back to his beloved medbay. It's not the best look to send an entire battalion after their commanding officer, but at this point Kix was tired of the excuses and his concern for Rex's health was overriding his initial trepidation. The BSV and the lives it took in the bunker had sent a ripple of fear through quite a few men, not even able to bury their brothers who had to be burned to ensure no trace of the virus could remain. They were trained to fight against all sorts of enemies, but one that was naked to the eye and deadlier than any clanker was...uncomfortable to think about, and most medics didn't comment on an uptick of their fellow batchers reading up on viruses and how best to combat them. Kix didn't have too long before he received a message, gathering up his mobile kit before heading out and towards where Rex had been found.

"He's buried in his reports." Jesse had found Rex hiding in a communications room, and Kix just nods. "Want me to keep guard?"

"No, I have a task for you."

When the door to his current hideout opens, Rex wants to curse.

"So, are we done hiding?" There's a clunk on the console behind Rex as the medic's kit is set down, and the blonde just remains silent as he fills out another report. "I need you to look at me."

"I'm busy." The excuse falls flat, and Kix scoffs.

"Who isn't. Do I need to pull rank again, or will you let me do the bare minimum exam?"

"......."

Rex gives in after twenty minutes of silence, the captain grumbling under his breath as Kix descends on him. Despite not being pleased with Rex and his evasiveness, he takes care to keep most of Rex's attention him himself rather than his medical tools. Rex hadn't said it out loud, which to be fair he couldn't as to remain the face his men looked up to and trusted, but being subjected to more than a few nasty tests after being liberated from the BSV had not helped him recover from the fact he could have died without being able to save anyone, let alone himself. Medbay's hadn't been much to him before, but now Rex started going out of his way to catch Kix and the other medics outside of the room, reassuring them as always yet avoiding simple things like his recovery assessment.

"You have been recovering nicely." There's a very small slump of Rex's shoulders, but the medic says nothing as he packs up his kit. "I'll test the blood I took, but you're lucky."

"Like I've been saying, I feel fine." Kix raised an eyebrow, pausing to shoot the surprised commander a glare.

"Oh you are nowhere near fine, but I did promise to try and be nice right now. I order you to report to the barracks, you've been holing up away from everyone, and it shows."

"I have reports to fill out..." Rex winces at how weak his protest is, but doesn't get much of a chance to say more when the door opens once more to reveal Ahsoka. "Really?"

"Jesse says you can't ignore me asking you things." The togruta smiled, and Kix can see the tension visibly leaving Rex as the togruta crosses the small room with a smile.

"Jesse is a traitor." Rex grumbled, but Kix doesn't need to Force to see there was no malice in his words.

"Maybe, but he's right. You haven't seen come to our sabbac nights anymore, and not even Skyguy has seen you outside of shift. So, I'm asking you to come join us scrubs for the night!"

"I'm sorry scrubs?" Rex's eyebrows shot up as Kix failed to hide his snort of amusement, a small grin cracking his impassive face for the first time in ages. "Let me guess, Fives taught you that?"

"Mhm! Although judging by the two of you, it doesn't mean regular troops does it?" Ahsoka grumbled as Kix just barked out a laugh, Rex trembling in the effort to hold his own in. "I'm so getting back at him."

"As long as it doesn't involve personal injury, I'll help." Kix shook his head in amusement, watching Rex place his hand on Ahsoka's shoulder.

"I have a few ideas myself." He tries not to focus on the way the Jetti preens when he gets to his feet, shifting close to him as the trio head out and towards the barracks, listening to some of Rex's surprisingly good prank ideas to use later on.

No one kicks up a fuss when Rex finally joins them for the impromptu movie night Echo and Dogma had set up, just joking with him and laughing about the movie that was more a sound board than actually paid attention to. They all knew it was just background amusement, just happy to see their commander letting loose for the first time since the BSV and enjoying his men's company, leaving the bunker deep in his mind for another night.

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)

ACT ONE: Epilogue

2022-Chicago, Illinois

Two weeks. Angie couldn't remember the last time she went two weeks without talking to Michael. Not even when they were separated. Days and nights began to fade into each other, and she barely knew what day it was anymore.

She held on tightly to Sophia's hand as they walked through the church. A group of family and friends surrounded them with condolences and tears.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." Tiffany wrapped her arms around Angie. "Do you need anything? Errands? Dinner? I could take Sophia for the night?"

"I appreciate it, Tiff, but I'm okay."

"We're here if you need us." Frank chimed in.

"Actually, would you mind taking her back to Donna's house with you?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Thanks. I'll meet you guys over there." Angie knelt down to kiss her daughter on the cheek. "You're gonna ride with Auntie Tiff."

"I wanna be with you."

"I'm gonna meet you there. Mommy just needs to take care of some stuff first."

The girl tightly hugged her mother. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, baby." She stood up and waved as she walked off with Tiffany.

"How ya feeling?" Pete asked her.

"I'm okay."

"It's okay if you're not."

"Have you guys heard from Carmy?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Not since yesterday." Nat said. "I was gonna ask if you saw him."

"He told me a few days ago that he was gonna be here."

"I'm sure he has a reason."

"Yeah." Angie sighed. "I'm gonna step out for a minute. I'll meet you guys at Donna's."

She stepped out into the chill of the mid March air. She sat on the concrete steps and dropped her head into her hands. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps behind her and a sigh as someone sat next to her.

"Hey." Richie pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one.

"Hey." She lifted her head.

"So..."

"I don't really feel like talking."

"Sorry. I'll just sit here."

"Thanks."

The two of them sat in silence for god knows how long. Richie was about halfway through with his cigarette when Angie looked over at him.

"Sorry, you want me to put it out?"

"No, it's okay. Can I have one?"

"Seriously?" She nodded. He sighed and pulled out the pack, handing it to her.

"Thanks." She stuck it in her mouth and watched him light it for her. She took a long puff and slowly blew the grey smoke out.

"You're a lot better at that than you were fifteen years ago."

"I've inhaled so much second hand smoke, I might as well be a smoker."

"You're probably right." He chuckled. "So, you thought about what you're gonna do with the restaurant?"

"I gotta wait to talk to Carmy about it."

"Why Carmy?"

"Because, Michael left the restaurant to me and him."

"What? Why would he leave it to that fucking baby?"

"Richie-"

"He's not even here!"

She took another puff and gazed down at her black heels as she clacked them against the concrete. "Richie?"

"Huh?"

"What am I gonna do?" Her voice cracked as she felt a tear fall down her cheek.

"Hey." He stomped out his cigarette before wrapping an arm around her. "I got you. You're okay."

"I can't raise her by myself." She cried. "I can't do this."

"You're not gonna be by yourself. We're all here for you. I'm here for you."

"Richie, he killed himself because of me." She whispered.

"What're you talking about?"

"I yelled at him. I kicked him out. It's my fault."

"Don't say that."

"He died thinking I hated him! He didn't even leave a note, 'cause he thought I didn't care!"

"That is not true. You hear me?" He cupped her face. "That is not true. Michael loved you more than anything else in this world, and he knew you felt the same."

"I fucking hate this."

"I know." He wiped her face with his thumbs. "I hate to see you cry."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I meant what I said. I'm always gonna be there for you. Mikey was my best friend, but so are you."

Angie sniffed and embraced the man tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too." He quickly wiped his eyes.

She pulled away and took a deep breath. "I think I just need a minute before we go."

"Yeah, 'course." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before standing up and heading back into the church.

Angie looked down at her wedding ring and twirled it around her finger. She reached under the neckline of her black dress and pulled the thin gold chain out. Attached to it was Mikey's wedding band. She pressed her lips to it and sighed. "I love you. I'm sorry."

After getting herself together, she stood up and walked up the steps. Before heading back in, she spotted a familiar car with a familiar driver parked on the street. Once she made eye contact, he drove off.

"Motherfucker."

[imzsuzsis-blog]

I saw that Lando was angry and sad, but I knew it was my fucking fault, since coming out, I haven't called him even once.

"Lando, wait, this is my fault, yes, I made a mistake. I should have called you or written to you, but you kissed me. I don't know where to put this, sorry." Looking ahead, I knew this would be hard to digest, even if Logan was watching us. ,,What now?"

"Oscar, are you aware that Lando has a boyfriend?" I laughed at Oscar, who completely freezes upon hearing the news. "Boyfriend?" Who?" I was hoping something or someone from the background would film us or take photos. "I don't know if the birds are fluttering whether it's a Formula 2 guy or Charles' younger brother, I don't know the details either, only that they got together in the penultimate race." My reaction was a slap in the face, but a good one for Logan. "You got this on behalf of Charles, he would do the same for Arthur, damn he loves girls." "It's half true that he's bisexual and Charles knows it." "Fuck or not, Logan"

He giggled at them, his two cubs came last year and are already rumored to be cute. "Is it okay, boys, that the rumor is about my younger brother?" I beat them in the back. "I didn't say that he is with him centrally, but it could also be that he is dating a Formula 2 guy right now, Lando, don't say stupid things." I shook my head because that's what I heard, because they always said that to each other. ,,With who? Ollie?” ,.I don't think Paul or Zak. But they also say that Lando is a transboy and that he will have surgeries, but I think this is just a rumor." Lando was born a girl but claimed to be a boy and they already had and did he already have surgery? What?" ,, It's stopping, I see, I'm here too, fuck you!!! Yes, I was born as a girl, I went through hormone treatment first, ok, I went to a psychologist for a long time before that and only then did I have surgery, you bastards know what a horrible feeling it is when your breasts are taken off you for the fuck, but in the meantime you still menstruated every month because you can't do anything with the fallopian tubes, you stupid idiots . What if I have a boyfriend? Get it! Between you?!”

I started sobbing holding my face again, fuck you stupid American bastard Logan. "Logan, if you do this shit, I'll tell you and your brother Summer Pertty and I'll spit at Jenny Han, you fucking know that I love both the book and the series, you bastard!!!!" I cut my neck and buried my face in my palm, not only sobbing, I started burping. "There's nothing wrong with Lando, he just knows what he's told, it's all rumours." "It's not the OSC, it's true that I got together with one of the F2 drivers and I should have said that, it was even time to coming out a couple of years ago and I wasn't brave enough to stand up and admit it." I cut my beasball hat to the ground, then fell to my knees and howled and burped more than when I was one of the many girls. "Lando?" Osc and Charles hugged me and I hid between them and began to tremble, I could tell this secret was big, but damn big. "What's going on?" "Alex, not now..."

"Is everything okay, Lando?" "Don't fuck me Alex!!!!! Logan, your fucking teammate found out about everything and told Ocsar first and then to Charles, he hates me like a dick!!!!!" "I missed what you were saying?" I'm sorry, but you know that apart from drinking beer, we almost never meet anywhere, buddy." "He said that the fact that I wasn't born a boy has nothing to do with it, I'm a trans boy at the age of twenty-four, I'm more of a trans boy, but I wasn't born a boy, this fucking big thing." "You could have said that even in your old age, Lando, that you were born in the wrong body, and I'll accept you anyway, right?" "I'm gay, I'm gay, and if no one is paying attention or if they don't take me seriously, I'll put on make-up for a more serious date with my boyfriend." "Do you have a boyfriend since you and the mysterious guy started dating?" I crouched down in front of him and caressed his face and he was looking at himself, playing with his lips, I knew he could say something but he didn't dare. "It's been going on for half a year, but it's very secret and he's an F2 guy." I looked up at him and my stomach couldn't take it anymore and I threw up shaking, but this morning vomiting has been going on for three weeks, but I don't understand why it's taking so long, I'm out of it, Sorry, but I'm looking for a pharmacy and taking a pregnancy test, because this is what's causing me to freak out . I'm really sorry guys.” I shouted and ran away.

"Old friend Lando, where are you running again?" Based on the videos, you've been running around the city all week, is that how much you train, my friend?" I ran after Lando, who didn't even notice until I poked him twice on the shoulder, "I'm sorry Carlos, I'm just running to the pharmacy, Max suddenly had an upset stomach and in the middle of the night he sat on the toilet or threw up, I'll take him something to the hotel to make him better, I'm a true childhood friend in this case .” I smiled and crossed my fingers because I lied again. "Nana, you've been lying since you told me you're a trans boy and the first pregnancy worry..." "I'm sorry, I might have failed because I'm three weeks late and I'm nervous, I'm going to get myself tested and yes..." "Landooo, you were NonoRris again and a younger one I liked you boy, who is it?" ,,Fuck Carlos!!!!! Ollie what about you???? heh????” "You idiot, when you got together you were only seventeen, almost pedophilia, are you normal???" I looked in front of me, I put my harp on my lips and showed my middle finger, then I kicked him, "Fuck and he went in too and his family knows him, stupid animal!!!!" Sobbing, I ran on, I didn't care about anyone and nothing, it's not that he's right, it could be a scandal, and we got together, Charile and I, Nick from Heartsopper, and on top of that, it's a secret, which is even sexier, everyone in our relationship can get in on it.

"Thank you, ma'am, one of my friend's girlfriends is going to have a dowry, she is worried that she is pregnant." I ended up coming out of one of these local Asda-like places with an embarrassed face because the pharmacy I was in didn't have a test anywhere, and suddenly there was a shortage of items everywhere. "Lando, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing, nothing Ollie, I just bought myself an apple mini chocolate cake, suddenly I wanted it." "Well, I'll believe it if it's called a pregnancy test and it's not seven days old because that's what's written on it, you're so naive, Landi, a few times, that you've also accepted that boys can be pregnant, come on, let's add that to the list to a WAG.” "I can't be pregnant. How can I say this, I feel inside that it's over, but I was born as a girl and I've already undergone quite a few operations, but my fallopian tubes and uterus have not been removed yet, so the story is long enough." "Wait, are you a transgender man? I don't believe this, but, but why now? It is customary to say this before the first sexual experience or before you meet the family, not just out of nowhere. No, we didn't break up, but don't come up with it like this, but another time." I kissed Landi's forehead, who started to cry and read the instructions on the test box, what and how to do it, "What if it showed more than two or three weeks?" I was shaking, I didn't know what the hell to do now, not because I'm official for the opening ceremony, they specifically asked me to cheer up the people, yes, in the afternoon, so I thought I'd run a little more on the track. "But when in the evening, but what about our date?" "Afterwards" "It's good before bed, but when the hell are we so well divided?" They tell us when and what we can eat, get up, exercise or when we have free time. what the hell will happen if I make it past the fifth month? From then on, I can't even sit in a car according to the rules."

"Lando, are you waiting for him?" but since when?" I pulled him aside in a shopping center where he was looking at the map for some reason. he's not used to going to places like this, only when he's hungry, and that's rare. "George, let me go, I have to pee, I'm serious!!!!" He snapped at me and I started backing away with raised hands when I noticed that he was looking for the nearest Sephora. ,,Sephora seriously? what do you put on makeup for? you are a boy?" "Bastard, if you're a transgender boy and I'm gay, fuck me and I've run out of foundation and I want to buy a new one." "A bit expensive, isn't it? For the sake of your fans, if you can use it, for example, there are cheaper ones at the other store.” "I've tried everything and the only thing that works is the contour, I don't know who it is. It made my skin break out and I use powder, especially loose powder there." Fuck you, you admitted that you spend hundreds of thousands just on make-up because your skin sucks." ,,So what? Do you remember the etiquette rules here?” ,,What do you mean?" "Here you can pee in the toilet and take a pregnancy test because I might be pregnant." "You can't do that anywhere, in fact, I think it's disgusting." "Thank you for your opinion and then your hotel after the date." "Who are you going on a date with?" Ollie, my boyfriemd, we're in the same class, okay? although knowing you, his age will be a problem." "How old is the gentleman?" ,,18" "Here????" "So much and we've already gone to bed, what's wrong with you?" "You stupid Mclaren, he's a member of Ferrari, how could you fuck with him... Let's face it, you can't be blonder."