#ex's reuiniting

[blessedshortcake]

Thinking about the ex bishops interacting with each other but mainly Narinder again since they have been around each other while he was locked away.

Thinking about them observing each other from afar. Heket watching as he is talking to someone, making jokes perhaps and feeling something Off only to realise days later that he doesn't gesture while talking anymore. He is somewhat animated with his expressions but he doesn't use his hands much and even then kinda keeps them somewhat close by. Heket choking on a laugh when she sees his ear twitch in annoyance right before making a swipe at the Lamb, something she very well recognises, only to feel cold and angry once she can breathe fine again.

Leshy hearing the same strain in his voice when he is hurt and trying to play it down but this time instead of reassurances that there is nothing to be worried about its snappy commands to not be touched and for people to leave him alone. Leshy talking with Heket about stuff and eventually learning that Naridner looks more mad and annoyer all the time, when Leshy can hear how dull his voice is when they talk, like he is a little sad or just generally not as present as he used to be. I'd imagine he is a lot better at picking up tones with his hearing, but also that he would struggle a lot with visualising things and people, Especially Narinder once they reuinite.

Thinking about Kallamar feeling creeped out because of Narinder's laugh. Because it is not malicious but it also doesn't sound like him. He doesn't laugh like he used to and it feels so Wrong to hear it. Kallamar noticing Narinder creeping around from afar, staring at them from the shadows. He worries what schemes he may be planning, how he may try and toy with them now that they are all vulerable but nothing comes. He just watches.

Thinking about Shamura getting emotional when he does something vaugely familiar. Them finding him asleep in a sunny part of the cult, hidden from most people and quietly purring in content. Them squinting because they want to scratch his ear and pet him but a part of them Knowing that they can't, they just cannot remember Why.

Narinder could watch them through his vessels' journeys through the crown so the ways his siblings have changed over a thousand years is not that jarring to him I'd imagine. He watched them adapt and change while he was gone so now he has to grapple more with the guilt and grief more than anything. They didn't have that. The last they saw him was when they locked him away so their last memory of him is most likely very sour. They most definitely have some strong feelings against him but they are still siblings who grew up together. They know each other inisde out. As mad as they are at each other, it must be unexpected to see the differences (or the lack of ones) even if logically it makes sense there would be some.

Just thinking about all the ways Narinder is both probably a completely different person post being locked up and yet still feeling like he's a ghost that haunts his siblings with how much he is the same. I could go on for hours.

[deadbydad]

Saw you wanted to get asks, so here's a hardball question I myself am struggling to answer - what do you think about the weird way that Rebirth both doubled down on AND killed Z*rith and Zack/Cissnei?

What I mean is, from my perspective this game went hard on making it seem like Zack and Aerith were mutually way more serious than I'd say OG 7 or even Crisis Core implied. No ambiguity when Zack explicitly called her his girlfriend and was in love with her. Prior to Rebirth I viewed this relationship as mostly one-sided on Aerith's part, and even if Zack did like her, she wasn't the only girl he was interested in and kind of seeing. HOWEVER, this game ALSO had Marlene bluntly tell Zack that Aerith likes Cloud, which he accepts and supports without too much trouble.

Meanwhile, with Cissnei... she's literally living in and watching over Gongaga, waiting for Zack to come home. She's regularly dining with his parents and is working on her cooking mostly to impress/repay them. That's hella devoted girlfriend energy right there, AND YET if you ask her who she's waiting on (as her "one question" at the end of her chain of sidequests) she explicitly mentions he's "not an ex", making it clear she and Zack never dated (which also reinforces his relationship with Aerith being more serious in this version of events).

I would say the possibility of romance is definitely still there for Cissnei and Zack in the future assuming they CAN reuinite, but making them "just friends" in CC in order to strengthen Z*rith only to then kill THAT ship is... A Choice.

I'm absolutely hoping for a happy and conclusive ending for Clerith in part 3, but there's so many other ships being dangled along and not QUITE completely taken out of the picture that I don't know what to expect.

I would love to have zack and cissnei get together it would be so cuteee!!!

And for z*rith, I def think it was like a first love kinda thing. And I'm glad Aerith was able to move on

I don't think zack and aerith were serious, and as much as I love zack as a character, he's not good for Aerith but that's just me

[the-arcade-doctor]

For some reason every creature ever has decided to reuinite at this one arcade, yo should send every single one of those anons to Darling (or Angel if you want to do violence)

[ good idea. or, even better, send them to EXE, i can admit when i'm weaker than somebody, but.. but the list. is.. is getting concerningly long. ]

[fieldsofmoonshine]

The Notebook

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!reader

Warning: vague break up, fluffish maybe, idk

Notes: You and Elijah were dating each other a few years ago but broke up after he moved to New Orleans, now you had a new boyfriend, a new life and a new apartment, right across the street from him. 

Word Count: 1599

Y/N Y/L/N had been through a lot, starting with dating an Original vampire and getting all those threats being close to him. Elijah Mikaelson, but it was all worth it at the end of the day. Being with Elijah was magical, for every negative side there was always a positive to it, he made sure of it. Until he couldn’t, until he had to once again help his brother and you, you could not follow him. So you went your separate ways. 

You finished collage and got a new job, moved on from Elijah even though it hurt and after a year you found someone new. Alexander, he was in so many ways what you wanted so when he got a new job in New Orleans you decided it was time to leave your home in Mystic Falls and moved with him. If things had only been as simple and joyful as it had been since you met Alex. 

Two weeks had passed since you and Alex arrived in New Orleans, two weeks where you had moved into an apartment in the middle of the French Quarter and had spent most of your time unpacking boxes, setting up IKEA furniture and looking for a new job while Alex was out at his new job. 

You and Alex only saw each other during a few hours a day, during dinner and before going to sleep, he was always gone before you woke up. But it didn’t matter, because you were once again in that spot you never thought you could get back. That feeling of being close to another person, you didn’t dare to say you loved him, because you weren’t sure that you did. 

Because how could you ever love again like your first love? How could you ever feel that way for someone else? It wasn’t right, you told yourself that it was simply because you never got a proper closure with Elijah, it was one last goodbye. His gentle kiss on your forehead and then you were alone, neither of you daring to call, not a single text being sent. He and you were simply over. 

It took you two weeks before you had a calm morning, where you did not have any other box to unpack, no calls to make, only breakfast to enjoy. And you did enjoy it, it was a warm May morning and you decided that enjoying a freshly baked pastry would be the way to go. So you walked to a cafe down the street, bought your favorite pastry and a coffee before returning to your apartment and making your way to your balcony. 

You didn’t have any furniture out there yet, you hadn’t had the time to buy any, so you brought a small footstool to place your mug and plate on while you sat with your back leaned against the wall as you soaked the sun in. Warming your skin, you were living the dream in that moment. A calm and comfortable dream. 

And then, as if the universe wanted to give you a slap in the face a child started screaming across the street. The balcony door to the room the child was in stood open, allowing you to see into the room as you turned your head naturally trying to localize the sound. Time froze as you spotted the child, their back towards you but it was the man kneeling in front of them that made a shiver of familiarity travel down your back. 

Brown hair, styled to the last strand. A suit, worth more than would be reasonable. You knew that man, Elijah Mikaelson, was in the house across from you, comforting a small child. He looked so natural, holding a child close in his arms, like he belonged there. Which he did, he always interacted with your younger cousins and siblings, always knew what to say or do, always played with them and you knew that if he could he would be a great father. 

Time seemed too slow as you watched him, you couldn’t stop, he was as entrancing as he was the first time you saw him. He smiled as the child stopped crying and stood up, holding her close in his arms. A moment passed before he looked out of the balcony door, as if he noticed someone was watching. Your heart beat faster as he walked over to the door, meeting your eyes. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t stop looking at him and he didn’t say anything even though you knew the distance between your two balconies was small enough for you to hear each other clearly, he would certainly hear you with his supernatural abilities. 

”Y/N,” your attention was drawn into the apartment as you heard Alex’s voice. ”Where are you?” 

”I’m coming,” you answered after a few moments, standing up from your seat and tearing your eyes away from Elijah. He watched you silently as you entered the apartment, your shadow blending into the dark inside of your apartment with a man who was not him. 

***

You and Alex were sitting in your living room that same night, watching a movie while drinking a glass of wine each. Both of you looked towards the door as three knocks echoed through the apartment, you almost knew already there who it was so you offered to get it and was met with exactly who you thought it was. 

”Hi,” you said quietly, leaning your body against the door. 

”Hi,” Elijah answered, his eyes looked over your face as he smiled softly. ”Can I come inside?” 

”I— I’ll come outside,” you answered and looked back at Alex who was looking at you, raising his eyebrows as you smiled slightly before stepping out to the hallway and closing the door behind you. ”My— Alex, he’s my boyfriend, we’re watching a movie.” 

”Oh,” Elijah nodded, watching as you nervously grabbed your own hands. ”You look good.” 

”You too,” it was weird, the feeling of awkwardness while you had been so comfortable with each other not too long ago. He knew you, inside and out, your dreams, your thoughts, everything. 

”Are you staying here? In New Orleans?” Elijah didn’t know what to say, he had hesitated about going here at all, he had something growing with Hayley but what he had with you was something else, something bigger and he missed it. 

”Yeah, Alex got a job here,” you shrugged slightly and smiled. ”I’m done with collage, so…”

”You moved with him,” Elijah filled in with a nod, you nodded as well. ”Do you love him?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking around the dark hallway. ”Elijah,” you sighed and looked at him. ”You were gone, what was I meant to do?” 

”I did not mean to accuse you, Y/N,” Elijah told you. ”I—” 

Both of you looked at the door to your apartment as it opened, Alex looking out through the opening. ”You okay?” 

”Yeah,” both you and Elijah answered, you turned your eyes away from him after a moment and looked at the floor. ”I’ll be in in a minute, okay?” 

”It’s kinda late,” Alex told you, his eyes fixated on Elijah before raising an eyebrow to you. ”Come inside.” 

”Alright,” you sighed and nodded as Alex walked back into the apartment. ”I’ll see you around, ’Lijah.” 

”Y/N,” Elijah grabbed your arm, his hand familiar against your skin. You knew Alex was just a few feet away, watching, listening to you but still, you wanted Elijah to tell you he still loved you, that he wanted you to come with him. ”Goodnight.” 

You nodded and watched as he left the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he walked down the stairs. ”Y/N.” 

”I’m sorry,” you turned to look at Alex for a second, he opened his mouth to answer but you didn’t hear whatever he said as you ran down the stairs, hoping you would catch Elijah in time to not make yourself look like a fool. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. You looked up at the sky as you walked out of the door to the street, it was raining. ”Elijah!” He turned around to look at you, already halfway through the gate to his own place. ”You and I, it wasn’t over, it still isn’t over.” 

”Did you just quote the Notebook?” Elijah asked.

”I did,” you answered, lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the downpour above. ”I’m kinda romantic like that.” 

”Obviously,” Elijah answered smiling as he strode out into the rain, his large, warm hands grasped your cheeks as he bent down to kiss you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. 

”You want to get into the warmth?” Elijah asked, pushing your wet hair out of your face, smiling as you nodded following him through the gateway, all thoughts of Alex long forgotten. As you entered the courtyard you looked around, seeing a red couch in the middle of it. 

”That’ll get destroyed in the rain, you know,” you stated and smiled as Elijah chuckled. ”I’m serious, fabric plus rain, is a no no.” 

”Rain plus white pajamas,” Elijah nodded to your shirt. ”I would say that is a definitive yes.” 

”Oh,” you looked down at your wet shirt before smiling at Elijah through your lashes. ”Maybe you should take it off.” 

”It’s your shi— oh,” 

”Oh,” you answered, you let out a shocked yelp as Elijah picked you up, one second passing before you were pressed against the wall of his bedroom. ”Oh.”

[liibertus]

OOH OOH I KNOW O HAVENT EVEN ANSWERWD THE OTHER MEME BUT SEND ME 🤔 AND I’LL WRITE THE A SITUATION I COULD SEE OUR MUSES IN

[king-bito]

Hey Bito! I definitely want in on your OC game djekdjek. So I would identify as a service submissive/pet/babygirl. I like all the honorifics and kinks that come with those minus age play. I love animals, nature, and learning. My goal is to learn something new every day of my life, no matter how small. I can be a bit serious and it’s hard for me to relax at times, and I prefer being around a man that’s calm, measured, and stern, but opens up for the right person.

Djekdjek k bye never done a matchup 🤗😖😖😖😊

LEEAAAAHHH

I match you with one of my favourites uwu I hope u like him.

This is Moro!

He has so much art my god.

Moro was a very good friend to Lucifer, but never wanted part in the war, and disliked how his friend was so far from himself when so filled with anger and rage, that when he followed Luce down from the upper realms, he decided tosplit himself entirely from his kin and take to the mortal realms depths rather than join the armies in the demon realm.

He adored the silence of the depths and the mysteries even mankind were yet to discover, it gave him time to be reborn, to think and mature, and most of all, be free. The kind of free that Moro didnt really think possible. This ex celestial gave up his wings to reuinite with his old friend when they were both ready, rekindling their friendship hundreds of years later.

Theres a slight love story between the two, ever adoting of eachother, ever respecting eachother, but they arent what eachother need in partnership, so while close, they will never be anything more.

Moro is more aware of this than he would like to be.. So in the dark ages he took to potion making, concocting formulars to alter ones form, be they human, demon, or anything else. To reveal someones true self, their true vessel to match their mind. With many willing subjects, his research continues to this day, but it doesnt exactly pay the bills when magic had to become a secret once more.

You are likely to see moro in a surprisingly clean antiques store, leaning over a ledger or various documents, reading or simply expanding his own knowledge somehow.

Upstairs leads to his apartment, which considering what he is, its surprisingly normal, a bedroom, closet, lounge, kitchen, bath, etc.

Theres a locked door down the hall, that opens for his palm only, or permitted others. When opened, an invisible barrier barely but perfectly holds back seawater as it exits into his deep, deep sea cave abode where his concoctions are created and stored, and he swims freely as his truest self.

Moro feigns charm, quite poorly, he is quiet and reserved, and calm in a crisis, in fact, its impossible to catch the man off guard. He never talks about his past and seems to be stern over any other emotion, but sometimes theres a smile when you turn your back.

Your hunger for knowledge will no doubt integue him as he has so much of his own with so little use for it, but your drive and passion to better yourself makes it hard for him not to enjoy your company

He would also love to try a variety of concoctions on you, from altering your form to heavy aphrodesiacs. Needless to say, he would have something to assist you in breathing underwater so he can show you his home away from home. He will often just take you by the hand and guide you in when you're stressed and let you sit among the glowing plantlife, or have his familiars comfort you. He also welcomes you in day or night if you need him, or if you just need a quiet place to just.. Be. To just watch the sway of foliage, or the glimmer of friendly sealife, and just get away from it all. (just dont break his shit xD)

The bonus of a magic door means you're completely dry when you exit too!

Moro is kind and loving in his own way, not voiced so much but he will make physical gestures to include you or look after you, but he mostly just watches and lets you be.

In the bedroom he is a switch, he likes to watch you explore dynamics and kinks and is eager to provide where he can, but he does lean more on the dominant side, even while receiving.

He hopes you like tentacles, they gross most people out, so his heart will skip a beat if you ever admire his mer form >>

And just to top it all off, all this history he never talks about? All those emotions he struggles to convey? You'll learn a little more about him as you grow comfortable with eachother, and after a while, he will answer any question you ask him about his past.

Fun fact: he has a younger brother who acts like a shouta but is a psychopath. They hate eachother and you'll probably never meet him xD

Damn some of this art is ancient im so sorry xD

Love calimari? He isnt offended.. He just might not join you xD

[gwebgweb]

and then the aftermath, ford moving on, finding family, reuiniting with fiddleford and fiddleford forgiving him and i HOPE they had old man love bc they both deserve it after all this shit. bill is defeated and mabel helps him move on, literally calling bill a “super-needy ex”, telling bill to move on, rebound, and go to therapy like HELLO??????? then doing a “funeral” for bill which gives ford closure and this quote. this quote. “i once considered him the center of my life, the sun in my galaxy, when all along he was a black hole sucking everything bright into his bottomless ego.” I AM UNWELL. THANK YOU FORD. YOU ESCAPED AND DESERVE SO MUCH FREAKING HAPPINESS GO HAVE HOT GAY SEX WITH FIDDLEFORD YOU BOTH EARNED IT

okay need to rant about old men and triangles for a second

[husbandograveyard]

Hi! If there's still a spot left could I request headcanons for Koby seeing a fem (or gender neutral) childhood friend for the first time in years ? Maybe someone he knew before he got on Alvida crew ? Wether there's romantic vibes or not is entirely up to you. Have a good day ^^

Hi anon!! I hope you are still around, because again, I am sorry it took me about one small eternity for me to get back to you! Koby is super precious, he deserves loads of love! It’s mostly general, with a slight romantic vibe near the end, I hope it’s what you had in mind! Enjoy! 

Koby Reuiniting with a Childhood Friend HC 

2nd person. GN reader. No warnings! 

You practically grew up with Koby, and before Luffy, you were also the only person really believing in him and his dreams. 

Sure, he was scrawny, and not a great fighter, and just overall not the typical type of person to become a marine, let alone rise in the ranks. But you knew him through and through and you knew his heart was always in the right place. 

The way he would defend you against bullies every single time even if it would end with him getting the wave of snide remarks and possibly even get beat up, he would not waver, and placed you first. 

You stuck together through most of your childhood. And then he left to fulfill his dream. 

Sure, you were happy that he got to chase after his dream while you were pretty sure you'd be stuck on your little island for the rest of your life. But you couldn't help but feel sad at the prospect of losing your best friend. 

Years passed, and you never really forgot about him. Sure, you were no longer sad, and you were hoping he was doing well (your island's papers keeping up with dangerous pirates in the area and not who was who in the marine corps except for the fleet admiral and his three admirals, you had very little idea of who was who). 

You had moved on well, but there were little moments, when you passed your favorite place to play with him, or when one of the (now ex-) bullies would be a customer in your little shop, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering, and wondering if he was all right. 

You wondered if he had managed to train and find his place. If he maybe even had risen in the ranks a little. You doubted it, in hindsight your memory made him out to be more strong than you were now quite sure he was, and you weren’t sure just how far conviction and willpower could take you. 

It was not often that marines would visit your island, but when they did, they usually stopped by your shop. You offered a bunch of supplies that were useful for long travel at reasonable prices. Anyone interested in taking to the sea, was redirected to your shop.

Koby would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t beating wildly when he was redirected to your shop and recognized your name. He was already kind of giddy to return home, even if it was just for a few days. 

He was excited to show his progress, proud of what he had become, even though he still had quite a way to go. 

He hesitated for a moment before entering your shop. The smile you offered and the way you gleefully welcomed him made his heart skip a beat. 

And then there were a few seconds of absolute silence as you frowned and stared at him. 

He seemed vaguely familiar, but you could not quite yet put the dots together. It was the glasses, now resting on a colorful bandana instead of on the bridge of his nose that made you realize just who this was.

“Koby!”

All dignity and respect you would usually have for a marine captain were momentarily thrown out of the window without a care as you came from behind your counter and pulled him in for a hug. 

He had become so much taller! So did you, but it was super noticeable. He looked so much older, so much more mature, and you wondered what kind of stories he’d be able to tell. 

Koby closed his arms around you awkwardly, definitely shocked from the sudden embrace, and made a mental note to maybe ask for a couple days extra. He had a lot to catch you up on. 

[teartheskydown]

Hello friends. As some of you may know, I have been going through a very hard time physically and mentally since April when I had to return to Canada. My wife has suffered similar afflictions. My roommate relapsed and I have been struggling with my own sobriety. In addition to this, my ex assaulted me (yes, again & yes, the same one) in my old home. While I have moved out and found a safer place for now, I still do not feel safe. I am constantly paranoid and on edge. I have nightmares. I get physically sick from the stress. He is a dangerous person. I want to be as far away from him as possible. My wife and I were planning for her to come to Canada to live with me permanently. Unfortunately, we no longer feel like that is a good option due to the situation here. We want to attempt to move me to the US to be with her as soon as humanly possible. Unfortunately, we cannot move me there without some help. We are both disabled and low income. I feel trapped between a rock and a hard place. I feel like we have no other options outside of asking for help. I have struggled with the thought of doing this. I don't /want/ to be the person who has to beg for help to survive, but I literally could have died at his hands more than once. I desperately want to feel safe again. So I leave you with this link. Please don't feel obligated to help. Every little bit will help. Every share will help. Every tweet of support or DM or /hug will mean the world to me. Thank you, friends. I love you.

(If anyone wants further proof of the situation, I have numerous photos of my various injuries over the years as well as years of court documents I can provide. I chose not to post them on the fundraiser as they are extremely upsetting.) https://www.gofundme.com/f/reuiniting-a-separated-couple

[anika-ann]

Heart Too Cold, but Friends of Golf - Epilogue

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 2790

Summary: Avenger!reader AU. Part 2 of Melting Hearts series. Part 1 HERE.

The prodigal ‘daughter’ returns, has people (and androids) to meet as well as reuinite with her old team... and to settle things with Steve, as long as he lets her.

Warnings: swearing, light angst, fluff

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“Hey, Cap. Who’s this beauty?” was the first sentence you heard when you entered the compound after getting off the quinjet with Steve and Wanda.

Your head snapped up towards the person for a second before you lowered you gaze as you saw him looking at you. Your cheeks burned under the man’s detailed inspection. You continued walking by Steve’s side with your gaze stubbornly focused on the floor, refusing to look at the stranger again. Even when he was offering you a friendly grin.

And then Steve stopped as a hand appeared in your field of vision. You obediently accepted, politely meeting the man’s eyes. He was grinning widely now, white teeth in stark contrast to his dark skin, and instead of shaking your hand, he planted a tiny kiss on its back. You blushed harder which made his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Sam Wilson, ma’am.”

You whispered your name shyly, just knowing Steve rolled his eyes at the guy. You were slowly realizing who this Sam Wilson could be. The Falcon. The guy who had helped Steve and Natasha during the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., probably saving their lives on multiple occasions. You owed him big time.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Sam Wilson.”

“You’re even cuter in person.”

“Uhm, I—… thanks?” you stuttered, eyeing Steve questioningly.

He shot Sam a pointed look saying ‘that would be enough, pal,’ and you bit your lip, wondering what that was about. Sam was happy to deliver.

“No wonder I found Cap staring at your picture as if it was a relic. Should’ve seen him-“

“Yeah, okay, let’s move on,” Steve interjected as your lips parted in surprise and Steve grabbed your forearm as gently as a supersoldier could and led you further into the base.

You only managed to wave at Sam awkwardly and he waved back before turning to talk to Wanda. Steve cleared his throat as the door clicked shut behind you two and you found yourselves in a long corridor with a line of windows instead of walls.

“He— we were hiding at his place before taking down S.H.I.E.L.D. It was… I needed a moment-” he stumbled over his words and you covered his hand with yours, unable to stop the smile attacking your lips.

He seemed embarrassed, but you… you were just moved. He had been thinking of you. Even in difficult times. He truly must have been looking for you the whole time. He had cared that much.

Naturally, with the warming feeling came a pang of shame. Guess you would have to get used to the sinking feeling in your stomach now whenever you would be reminded of the mess you had made.  

The flight to the compound had been rather silent, occasionally filled with catching up on the big events for the Avengers, but it had never got too personal. You weren’t sure of the boundaries, so you danced around each other carefully – and Sam Wilson had prodded them big time. It was a bit uncomfortable, more so for Steve. So you offered something in return.

“I have a picture too, you know,” you admitted quietly, and Steve’s blue eyes met yours with an undeniable spark of relief. “It was stupid and reckless to have it on me, but… yeah.”

He just shook his head and started walking again. But he let go of your forearm in favour to take your hand. You could sense the hesitation radiating from him at the action, the same kind he could probably feel from you. So you interlaced your fingers with his, letting him know you were willing to go as far he would lead you.

Peripherally, you could see him smile. You fell into what could be a comfortable silence as you made your way through, barely meeting a soul. It was why it surprised you when Steve stopped abruptly. You quickly followed his example, looking at him in silent question.

His expression was serious and… bashful? Ashamed?

“There’s something you should know about. And… more importantly, you need to know it didn’t mean anything.”

You froze, vainly attempting to brace yourself for whatever was to come. Oh god. What now? ‘Didn’t mean anything?’ If it was any other guy, you would swear he was about to tell he had cheated on you. Which technically couldn’t happen, because you had left without a word, and you were not really— a couple, so it would be cheating and-

“Yes?” you forced out the single word, vainly trying to cover the nervousness.

Steve gulped, looking at you as if he broke your favourite toy or something.

“I kissed Natasha.”

You blinked, unable to process the words he said.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Actually, she kissed me! It wasn’t— it didn’t mean-- it was for the mission! STRIKE was after us and she said that--- and then she---- and I had to-“

You watched him as he was struggling with words, his cheeks coloured with the subtlest shade of red, utterly embarrassed and still sounding so guilty. Your brain slowly caught up with what he was saying and then you couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing.

Steve stopped in midsentence – or in mid-whatever, really – and stared at you, confused. You laughed harder, the sound seemingly so foreign to you after such a long time.

“PDA, right?” you explained instead of him and he tilted his head, his mouth moving with no sound coming out. “She kissed you so no one would look at you too closely.”

“How-“

“Steve, you weren’t the only one to train me, remember? She did too. And she has her ways.”

“…oh. So… that means you’re… okay with that?”

“Steve, I would have no right to be mad in the first place. I… I lost the right the moment I left,” you added silently, a lump suddenly growing in your throat as the conversation took a very different turn.

“That’s not-“

“And even so, I understand. I would have done the same. Hell, I would have kissed Natasha myself and I’m not into women.”

“I’m flattered,” sounded from your right and you jumped away from Steve, your head snapping the direction of the new and yet so familiar voice. You heart fluttered happily at the sight of your friend. Or… maybe ex-friend, after the stunt you had pulled out.

“…Hey, Natasha.”

“Frosty,” she greeted you with a nod, taking few steps closer and that was all she did. You awkwardly rubbed your fingers as your arms itched to hug her.

“I… uhm… how are you lately?”

Natasha raised her perfect eyebrow in silent challenge, approaching you slowly with her eyes intently fixed on you. You fought against gulping in fright; that was Agent Romanoff approaching and she was intimidating as hell.

But the redhead stopped a step in front of you, still holding your gaze.

“Good work with staying of the grid. I‘m proud of you. ”

Your eyes went wide, your heart positively skipping a beat. You had heard wrong, right? Did Natasha just… compliment you on your hiding skills instead of telling you that you had been an idiot? You opened your mouth, no sound coming out. You were standing there in stunned silence, just staring at her strict features, her expression nothing but honest. She actually was proud of you.

Come again?

“Uhm… thanks. But I was found…?”

She snorted. “Frosty? You were never taught how to avoid a damn mind-reader. We’ll work on that.”

You gave her an unsure smile. “Thanks, Tasha. I learned from the best.”

She smirked and gave you a short hug you instantly melted into. “Sure did. Looking forward to next movie night. We’re watching the adaptation of Dostojevskij’s Idiot.”

You froze as she let go of you. Well. You never read it or saw the movie, you had no idea what the plot was, but you were sure it wasn’t important – you got the message. Natasha watched you with a gleam of coldness in her eyes and an icy smile, finally truly open.

Well. Shit.

“You are mad at me,” you stated, your voice strangled. Her wolfish smile widened.

“I’m pissed, Frosty. Furious. But also glad you’re home. I haven’t decided yet. But you should watch your back for when I will.”

And with a wink, she walked out of the room, abandoning you and Steve. You bit your lip, slowly turning to him, Natasha’s reaction feeding the guilt in you. How much was Steve actually angry with you? How much more than he was letting on?

He gave you a soft smile as he noticed the bashful look in your eyes, in the eyes of a frightened animal and guilty child who knew they had done something really wrong. With two long steps, he was right in front of you, gently wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face to his chest and curled into his form, even when you had no right to accept the comfort he was offering.

“I am so sorry, Steve. I promise I never wanted to-“

Steve placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, his warm hand caressing your back. You felt the tears gathering in your eyes again. The moment they started soaking his t-shirt, he sighed and embraced you tighter.

“Hey, none of that. You heard her – yes, she’s angry. We all are, but that’s because we care for you so much and we missed you. When you were gone… things weren’t exactly easy. Not just because of you not being with us, but in general.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when the S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and when Bucky— and the robot apocalypse-“ you sobbed, a pitiful and lame action, but you just couldn’t stop. You wanted him to know how sorry you were, even when all you had done had been trying to protect him, but you needed to start making it up to him and not… not seeking comfort.

“And we all know that. And we know why you did what you did, Snowflake.”

“Listen to the old man, he’s right,” a confident voice exclaimed behind you and you honest to god yelped. Thank god the noise was muffled by Steve’s t-shirt. You jerked from his grip, spinning to Tony, only to meet his grin. “Hey, Elsa. I’m out of dried blueberries. Lend a hand to a sugar-deprived genius?”

His tone was so easy despite you knowing for a fact that you had given him sleepless nights and a whole shit-tone of work; there was really no choice to make. You paced to him, throwing your arms around him, making him swing a little as your bodies collided. What was he doing here? Steve had told you he was in mostly in the Tower…?

Tony chuckled, automatically returning the hug, if more gently. You squeezed him tighter, ignoring the metal on his chest digging into your own sternum.

“I’m sorry, Tony.”

“Yeah, I know, kid. Welcome home.”

“Oh. Are we doing a group hug? ‘Cause I’m up for one,” Clint exclaimed somewhere on your right and a second later, he joined the mess of tangled limps.

“It is a lovely sight of a family reunion,” a new voice commented and you blinked your eyes open. It didn’t sound threatening and Steve was not part of the group hug, so you assumed he had the situation under control and the stranger wasn’t a threat.

Though… he did look pretty strange. He was not human for sure, hovering two feet above the floor, a long cape falling from his shoulders, giving him an aura of royalty. His lips (lips?) curled up in a small smile. You remembered him faintly from Steve’s memories, but you couldn’t quite place him.

“Welcome home, Lady of Ice.”

Oh. Definitely a friend of Thor’s. That would explain the cape too.

“Thank you,” you choked out, not really able to breathe as your non-related father and uncle kept you strangled. “Sir.”

“I’m Vision, but I’m sure there will be time for introductions later. Captain,” he beckoned to Steve and… flew away through the wall.

Your mouth fell open, but you let it slide. There would be time later indeed. You weren’t planning on going anywhere.

You were home. And it wasn’t a place. Home was people.

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You weren’t surprised to find out there was an accommodation complex at the base, but what had surprised you a little – and it shouldn’t, not really – was that Steve was staying at the same floor as the rest of the soldiers. While he had told you he had a room for himself, it was still an undeniable proof of him trying to fit in, at least in a way. It brought a smile to your lips.

He unlocked one of the door near the end of the corridor, pushing it open to reveal a rather simple room; single bed with a bedside table, a couch and a plain wooden table with a single chair by it. There was another door, to a bathroom you assumed. It was no five-star hotel, but you weren’t expecting it – in fact, it was way better than you could ask for.

You hesitantly entered the space, noticing a small closet in the corner. The room was more than you could ask for, but it was painfully empty. Just like you were used to.

“So… that’s your room for now. Mine’s just the next-door if you needed anything,“ Steve whispered and you turned back to him, finding him standing in the doorway.

And with that sight, the room suddenly looked way brighter. Warmer. Homey. It wasn’t hard to figure out why.

“Can I sleep in yours?” you blurted out hastily. A second after, you clasped your hand over your mouth as his eyes widened. What did you just say?! “I mean— I didn’t-- of course I can’t, that was stupid--- I just---- I- I forgot my bag on the jet, I’m just gonna-“

“Uhm. I mean… we can find you a different room if this isn’t-“

“No! That’s not— I… I take the couch. I just… I… I don’t want to sleep alone. It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous, I know, it’s just-“ you stuttered, unable to meet his gaze, looking everywhere but at him.

The silence fell onto the room like a heavy blanket for what felt like eternity and you bit your lower lip. You couldn’t bear the silence anymore and Steve was apparently not about to break it. When you glanced at him, you could see a soft smile spread on his lips and he took few steps towards you, his eyes roaming your face.

“You can sleep wherever you like. I’d offer sharing my room myself, but I… I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to make you… uncomfortable,” he offered gently and you bit your lip harder.

You stared into his honest eyes, drowning in the hesitant hope behind the sea of blue. You hated yourself for making him feel this way – for making him feel like he needed to hope you wanted to be with him. And yet, you felt so warm under his gaze, still loved despite not deserving it at all. Perhaps it was not surprising – Steve had troubles letting people go, holding onto them until their last breath. You didn’t think you were worthy of it, but it was not up to you to decide and you weren’t about to reject the blessing. Question it, maybe, but never reject.

You reluctantly raised your palm to his face, your trembling fingers brushing his jaw.

“How are you still treating me like this? I don’t— I hurt you. I-“

His hand caught your daring one, pressing it against his cheek firmly.

“I told you, Snowflake,” he breathed and your heart stopped at the addressing, so tender and filled with affection. “I’m whatever you need me to be.”

When he pressed a tender kiss to your palm, while keeping his gaze locked into yours, you couldn’t bear it and looked away.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, his lips moving impossibly close to your ear.

“Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?”

“Yes,” escaped your lips without thinking.

His embrace tightened as he gave a barely noticeable nod. “Would you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

And so he did. Slowly. Tenderly. Deeply. It took your breath away in every sense of the word and just like the last time you had received a kiss this intense, you let the tears damp your cheeks, spicing yours and Steve’s lips with salt.

Had he asked you if you would let him strip you and fuck you into a mattress, you would have said yes too. But he didn’t. Instead, he lifted you from the ground, his lips barely leaving yours, and carried you to his room bridal style, laying you on his bed.

Your bag forgotten, you fell asleep soon after your lips finally parted and he hid you in his protective arms.

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Bonus (one more reunion to go)

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Hello, lovlies! Thank you for reading ♥

If you’re not interested in the bonus – which is mostly about a reunion with Matt – this is it for you :) But not quite. There will be a one shot and then we move to the plot of Civil War for a few chapter thing. If you’re tagged, I’ll tag you in the future stuff for this series too - unless you tell me otherwise. 

Thanks again for reading and special thanks to people who people who support me :-*

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

more fic ideas... from real life

Blue's Duncan James and Lee Ryan

“Recently reuinited [in 2015] English boy band Blue distinguishes itself not only by selling millions of records in the early 2000s but also by having two members who would eventually acknowledge same-sex attraction. Singer Duncan James, who has a daughter with an ex-girlfriend, first came out as bisexual in 2009 but later clarified that he is gay, acknowledging in a British TV documentary that he had a three-year relationship with one of Blue’s hunky male backup dancers. “I actually really liked him and I couldn’t tell anybody,” said James, now 36. He also admitted he was so scared people would find out he was gay that he dated women, even having sex with some of them, which was, ultimately, what broke up his relationship with his dancer boyfriend: “I broke his heart to the point where he couldn’t be with me in that way anymore and ended it.” 

“In 2014 James's former band mate, bad boy Lee Ryan, caused a stir by admitting to his cast mates on Celebrity Big Brother that he’d had sex with men too. “I’m a well-traveled person," Ryan said on camera. "I’ve never admitted it anywhere. No one’s bothered to ask.” Ryan, 31, who has children with two ex-girlfriends, even confessed that he and James had enjoyed threesomes (with women) together. Ever the playboy, Ryan went on to have short-lived affairs with two women on the show. (For the record, Ryan’s bisexual confessions made his mum proud as punch.) “

it’s giving me ideas about brendon and ryan. dallon could work too, but it don’t think it would suit him in ways too [eg the threesomes with other women]. both b and ryan did partake in groupies, cheating, etc [as did spencer with groupies if not cheating], but dallon hasn’t afaik and i would doubt stories saying he did. i’m thinking fever era to even following through to the band falling apart. [obv, gonna ignore one of them being on reality tv XD]

there’s more... details here, with lee saying he and james had an off and on again sexual relationship, going into lee’s sexual confusion, etc but it’s the goddamn Sun, so take it with a grain of salt..

[and for more sympathetic, interesting bi boys in the band, google the libertines’ pete doherty and carl barat. my fucking HEART.]

[tiggys-bitch]

Chapter Fourteen - The Beautiful Mess

sorry we didn’t post this last night, but here we are finally! @papa-chibs

thankyou so much for all the messages and likes and reblogs we’re getting! we are so happy you’re enjoying it and look forward to future chapters! we love you <3

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Babydoll and Lassie.

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Three days had passed since Chibs was reuinited with his family and things were changing pretty quickly. The Scottish male had gotten back together with his estranged wife Fiona and was giving their marriage another go since there was nothing standing in the way anymore. Fiona and Kerrianne were crashing at Chibs' house as they planned on staying in Charming for a couple weeks or so. Chibs felt awful and guilty for breaking off his 'thing' with Rissa and instantly getting into a relationship with his wife. He knew she deserved so much better than that, than him... Maybe it was for the best?

Roxxie's love life had also taken a new turn recently. After having sex with Tig the other night, the pair of them could hardly keep their hands off of each other! But they made sure to do it discreetly since it was only just sex and it wasn't like they were in a relationship. Roxxie was annoyed at herself for being so interested in the crazy and sleazy biker. But man, he knew how to please her. Besides, they were only having some fun. It wasn't a big deal... When Roxxie and Tig were around people, they acted their normal argumentative and sarcastic selves, but when they were alone... Well they acted the same but with far much more sex and passion.

While her friend and ex lover's lives became fun and exciting, Rissa life was a big stupid mess. Fiona and Kerrianne had now been in Charming for a few days and everyone, except Rissa and Roxxie, were quite happy about it. Seeing Chibs happy was great... But seeing him with another woman hurt her heart every single time. Plus, Fiona was a total bitch and made it crystal clear that she didn't like Rissa. Everyone knew it. So, Rissa had decided that acting like Chibs and his family didn't exist was the best plan, that way she wouldn't cause trouble between the insane Irish women and the sweet Scotsman. The girl put on a brave face and acted like she was fine, but what she didn't realise was how much of a bad job she was doing. She didn't cry or break down like everyone assumed she would. Instead, she got blackout drunk every night, wore clothes she'd never usually wore and right now she was inside a small and surprisingly clean tattoo studio. The tattoo studio was totally not what she imagined one would be. Growing up with a snobby and judgy mother made her believe tattoos were gross and insanitary. But this plan was squeaky clean and aesthetically pleasing. "Tattoo virgin huh?" The man, who was covered head to toe in tattoos asked her with a chuckle. "Yep." Rissa replied, emphasising the 'p'. It didn't take her long to decide what she was having and where she'd get it and before she could talk herself out of it, she got prepped and ready to be inked. Rissa had picked a quote that said; "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." It's a statement to live your life without fear of judgement because your actions won't always make sense to people who don't understand the circumstances. And right now, that quote seemed very fitting. She knew that no one at the Clubhouse understood why she was drinking so much or acting different. But if she didn't put on the brave, party girl act, she'd never leave the dorm and she'd sleep as much as she could just so she didn't have to deal with her thoughts.

The man had been working on her piece for a few hours now and was just adding the finishing touches to her skin. Rissa bit down on her lip as the tattoo guy hit a painful spot on her ribcage, she was so ready for this to be over. It didn't hurt as much as she assumed but it definitely made her wince a couple times. Her prayers were answered when the man placed the tattoo gun down on a little metal table beside him. "All done beautiful." The man said, making Rissa let out a happy sigh. Rissa jumped off the tattoo table and ran over to the mirror, excited to see her first ever tattoo. Her eyes widened and she grinned as she stared at her ink. It was better than she imagined it would be. "Thanks so much, I love it." She said, looking back at the tattoo artist. The man gave her a smile. "Anything else I can do for ya?" He asked as Rissa brought out the money from her bag. "Not right now thanks, but I'm sure I'll be back." -- 2 hours later, Rissa was back at the Clubhouse and slightly drunk, which probably wasn't the best of ideas since she'd just gotten a tattoo. But try telling that to the stubborn girl and you'll get a bloody nose. People had wondered where Rissa spent her morning, especially Roxxie. She was curious as hell and a little worried since Rissa's change in behaviour was a bit all over the place at the moment. "Come on, tell me?" Roxxie whined as she poured Rissa another drink. She was stood behind the bar serving a couple of regulars. The brunette looked around the somewhat busy room. Happy and Tig were playing pool, Bobby was sat on a couch daydreaming, Jax was sat at the other end of the bar and Kozik was sat beside her. Luckily Chibs wasn't there, he was probably spending time with his witch of a wife. Rissa turned back to her friend and gave her a grin. "Right okay, i was gonna wait to tell you but.... I was at a tattoo parlor!" Rissa said with excitment in her voice. "Fuck off, no way!" Roxxie exclaimed making everyone jump. "You always said you'd never get a tattoo." She furrowed her brows, slightly suspiscious. "You have to show us? Where is it? Is it in a private place?" The older blond male said, butting into the girls conversation and winking at Rissa. Rissa smirked. "I just wake up and had the idea to get a tattoo so... That's what I did." The brunette said right before necking back the rest of her drink. "Who even are you?" Roxxie said as she shook her head, she didn't even recognise the person her bestfriend was becoming and she didn't like it. It scared her a little. "Show usssss" Kozik piped up again. Rissa stood up so everyone could get a good view, she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her stood there in just her bra and her denim shorts. "Happy now?" She raised a brow. "Did someone say my name?" The serious bald male said from across the room, his eyes landing on the brunette. "Damn.." He muttered, staring at the girl's ink. She looked even hotter than before. Rissa sat back down, not even bothering to put her shirt back on. "Another drink please, Roxxiepops." She pushed her empty glass towards her friend. Roxxie rolled her eyes."Call me that again and i will tattoo 'I'm A Cunt' on your forehead when you're sleeping." The red head replied with a warning in her tone of voice. "You know, I think it's really cool." Kozik said as he eyed up Rissa. "Sexy even." Just as Rissa was about to reply, the Clubhouse door opened and in walked the last person she wanted to see. "Ayyy, are you all partyin' without me?" Chibs said in his thick Scottish accent. He walked over to the bar and took a seat next to Jax, deciding that he'd leave Rissa be. She deserved that at least. But once he noticed she was sat with no shirt on, drinking out of a vodka bottle and getting too close to Kozik, he felt anger and jealously rise up inside him. "I know I definitely want more now." Rissa said to Kozik, ignoring a certain male's presence. Kozik nodded. "They are addictive, once you have one there is no going back." He sipped on his drink before speaking again. "And you'd look hot as fuck with more." He teased. Rissa's lips curled up into a smirk at the blond's comment. "Tell me about yours?" She began tracing the one on his neck with her finger, leaning against his body. "Oh erm..." Kozik paused and glanced over to Chibs, who was watching their every move. "Maybe another time darlin', think we are making someone a lil jel." He whispered in her ear before getting up and walking to the pool table, making sure to give her a little wink before he did. Rissa sighed and for the first time since he had walked in, she looked over to the Scotsman. He was looking straight back at her, his face softening as he did. "Get ya shirt back on before you give one of these old men a heart attack." Roxxie said, pulling Rissa out of her little moment with Chibs and throwing the piece of clothing at her friend.. Chibs and Jax went on to have their own conversation before things got awkward. "One condition... Only if you get your butt round here and get drunk with me." Rissa gave Roxxie a sweet smile which made her laugh. Roxxie grabbed another bottle and took a seat beside her friend. "You don't have to ask me twice." She let out a laugh, maybe she could get used to this side of her friend afterall. -- A couple hours later, the red head was dancing in the middle of a couple of croweaters and bikers. She wasn't even that drunk for once! She had had a few drinks, but she was still in control of herself. Roxxie happily sung and danced along to the music, surrounded by her friends and family. Over the past few days, her mood had completely changed. Rather than constantly feeling on edge, jealous, depressed, she was actually starting to feel somewhat okay... The feeling of hands grabbing hold of her hips broke Roxxie out of her thoughts. She looked over her shoulders and saw the serious-faced bald man. Roxxie giggled and twirled around so she was facing him and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Roxxie and Happy danced together without a care in the world. Well that was until Roxxie caught sight of an angry Tig watching her every move. The girl's brows furrowed when noticing Tig at the other end of the room, why did he look like he was about to throw a temper tantrum? She mouthed 'what' to him, which he either didn't know how to lip-read or he just was ignoring her. Roxxie's lips curled up into a smirk when wondering if Tig's mardyness was because he was jealous. Part of her wanted to really get it on with Happy just to see what Tig's reaction would be. But the other part of her wanted to give him a piece of her soul to let him know that she only wants him... But that was only because she enjoyed having sex with him... Right?

"Hap? Can we go somewhere and talk?" Roxxie asked the bald biker, moving out of his grip. "I kinda need to talk to you?" Happy nodded and silently followed the ginger girl outside of the Clubhouse. Once they were away from the noise, Roxxie turned to him and sighed. "Um, i, uh... Fucking you was great!" Roxxie exclaimed, using her hand actions as she spoke. "It really was. You know what you're doin'..." She awkwardly looked down at her feet. "But i think that we need to cool off, y'know? The biker kept his serious facade, listening to the rambling girl. "I don't know why i'm acting as if i'm breaking up with you.." Roxxie let out an awkward laugh. "Basically, i don't want to fuck you anymore. Or kiss you.. Or flirt with you and stuff.. But it was fun being with you!" Roxxie wanted to run away and hide away forever, god this was so awkward and embarrassing. Not just because she was telling Happy she didn't want to have sex with him anymore, but because she was doing it for Tig! "That's cool." Happy said with a nod. "Let me know if you change your mind, yeah?" Before Roxxie could reply, the man turned around and went back inside. Roxxie sighed heavily and sparked up a cigarette. Man, that was cringeworthy. -- Later that night, the clubhouse was pretty much empty now. After hours of drinking, dancing and smoking, most people had left, Roxxie included. She had told Rissa she was getting tired and wanted to stay over at Gemma and Clay's. But unbeknown to her brunette friend, Roxxie had actually gone back to Tig's house. Rissa was still in the main hall drinking herself silly. She had had quite a good night... Kind of? She had hit a new level of drunk and couldn't remember half the things that had happened today.. So she just assumed she had a good night. "Drinking on ya own is no fun, you know." Kozik called to the girl, walking over to the bar and taking a seat beside her. She looked up at the man and sighed. Gosh, he was pretty. "Drinkkkkkkk with me then?" Rissa replied with a smirk. The blonde male sighed and ran a hand through his hair. How could he say no to her? "You are going to get me in trouble, girl." He chuckled, grabbing a bottle of beer. Rissa let out a small giggle, drinking from the half empty bottle of vodka she and Roxxie had started earlier in the day. "Youu ar-re reallyyyyyyyyy hotttt." She slurred, before leaning in to kiss the male. "Woah baby, you are far too drunk for this!" Kozik pulled away quickly, much to Rissa's disappointment. "I'd loved to rip your clothes off and have you all to myself, but my names not Tig and I like it when my girls know what they are doing." He joked. Rissa groaned in annoyance. Didn't he find her attractive enough or something? "C'mon, let's get you to bed." Kozik said, downing the last of his beer before putting his arms around the beautiful mess and helping to her dorm. Kozik pushed open the door and helped Rissa inside, gently placing her onto the bed. Rissa lay back as Kozik took off her shoes. She lifted up her head and looked at the man with a sad expression on her face. "Am I pretty?" A drunk Rissa managed to mumble out. The man gave her a smile and took a seat beside her on the bed. "Sugar, you are fucking stunning." He reached up and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Kiss me then?" Rissa's eyes closed as she spoke. She felt so undesirable after everything with Chibs. Kozik sighed, he wanted to kiss her so bad, but he'd much rather wait until she was sober to do it. He placed a small kiss on her forehead before getting up and leaving her to sleep. Once the brunette heard the door close she jumped up from the bed and hurried to find her phone. She wanted to feel loved and wanted! And she knew there was only one man who could do that... When finding her phone, Rissa dialed the number she knew all to well and waited impatiently for the person to answer her call. "Hello?" The gruff male voice on the other end said. "Do you still love me?" Was all Rissa said. "Clarrisa?" The man asked. "Tell me you still love and want me?" Tears began falling down her face when hearing him say her name. She had missed the sound of his voice. "Of course I do baby, I always will." "Then why did you hurt me so much, Elliot?!" As if she sobered up suddenly, she realised what she was doing and quickly hung up the call and threw her phone across the room. She collapsed to the floor, balling her eyes out. What had she done?! How could she have done that?! She could barely breathe, it felt like the world was caving in, it felt like she was dying! She knew that feeling very well.. She was having a panic attack. The door opened and she hoped her Scotsman had come to her rescue, but instead the arms that wrapped around her were unfamiliar, the chest her head was buried in didn't smell like whiskey and cigarette smoke. It wasn't him, It wasn't Chibs. "Hey, shush it's okay, you're okay." A voice told her. Rissa looked up at the person who's arms she was in and saw Kozik. She tried to speak but no words came out, instead she began to sob uncontrollably. She knew that her calling Elliot would come back to bite her in the ass... It was just a matter of time.

[garageglamourpuss]

Work has been extra shitty lately, and I write to destress, so have some vague notes I scribbled from one of my (err, many, sadly) rough drafts!

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[Every time I hear “Quit" by Cashmere Cat and Ariana, I want to write an “Exes Reuiniting" story… or maybe like, longtime fuckbuddies?]

“We’re just going to do this once,” Minseok says, pulling off his glasses. Had you ever seen him without them? It made his hair curl even more into into his eyes, and fuck, you weren’t actually thinking about this, were you?

“Y-yeah, just once,” you whisper almost against his lips, your face inclining into his for the kiss you were a little surprised you wanted. Was it that you’d noticed how dark and pretty his eyes were only because of his lack of glasses, or because this was the first time the two of you had been so close?

. . .

“We’ll just do this twice,” you sigh into his mouth, and you could feel the air of his soft, answering chuckle.

. . .

“We’ll just do thi-" You shove him back against his own thin dorm mattress this time, mostly to cut off the rest of his sentence. Thankfully, he laughs at your roughness, and his hands curve around you as you slide on top of him.

“Maybe we should stop keeping count. It’s getting a little embarrassing at this point.”

[orionwriites-blog]

alright, hey there, i’ve really missed rping so i’ve decided to jump back in now that the school year is winding down and i’ll be having a lot more free time. i love f/f ships but honestly i’m down to play characters of any gender and any ship combinations—i don’t really have any huge preferences. same goes for fcs—i’m pretty cool with everything! below are a bunch of plots/ideas/aus that i’d love to explore.

-          medieval plots, especialy something got/asoiaf related with either canon characters (sansa/jeyne, sansa/margaery, dany/asha, or platonic plots with the stark kids) or with ocs!

-          post-apocalypse/twd. i love post-apocalypse plots and as for twd canon i'd be interested in playing out future judith/hershel, either platonically or romantically.

-          i’d love to have some harry potter plots. ocs or canon characters would be awesome. for canon i'd love to do some book!era canon ships (especially ginny/luna or hermione/ginny).

-          supernatural plots, especially vampires and werewolves. i’d love to do something with two vampires who have been together on-again off-again for centuries, or a vampire and a werewolf who are part of warring families.

-          in a similar vein i adore reincarnation plots! especially something with two lovers/friends who have been reincarnated over and over and always find one another. i’d really love to do something where we could rp out both the modern meeting of these two people as well as some of their past lives. .

-          plots with angels and demons. like, either a fallen angel and a demon kicked out of hell who find each other (in a good omens-esque fashion) and fall in love; or possibly a demon who is trying to corrupt an angel who is trying desperately to save them.

-          x-men plots with ocs would be so cool okay i love x-men and mutants and superpowers

-          domestic plots are fun--i'd especially like to do something with single parents, or older fcs/muses (like two exes reuiniting after a long time or something!).

-          i’d totally be cool with most of these being mumus, and i love platonic ships so if any of these interest you and you want to try something platonic instead of romantic (especially close friendships or siblings) i’d love for any of these to be adapted to focus on platonic relationships! i’d love either tbh.

[heavenlysphere]

This practice writing is just *Ex’s dad instincts kick in*

[rossgellerfanclub1994]

S01 E05: The One With The East German Laundry Detergent

Original Airdate: October 20, 1994

(Just a quick personal opinion, why did they have to clarify that it was EAST German Laundry Detergent? This episode aired 4 years after Germany reuinited)

Chandler’s Saturday night plans include breaking up with the ever-so-annoying Janice. But he’s so reluctant to do it face-to-face. Luckily Phoebe is there to help him by breaking up with a guy she was seeing at the same location on the same night. Chandler gets really nervous after seeing how well Phoebe’s breakup went. He finally builds up the courage to break up with Janice and she starts to cry. Even more nervous, Chandler starts drinking a bunch of espressos and accidentally hits Janice in the eye while flailing around, highly caffeinated. Phoebe eventually steps in, and breaks up with Janice for him. Janice looks at Chandler, smiles, waves, and leaves.

Joey sees his ex girlfriend, and she tells him that she’s seeing somebody else. In an attempt to split them up, Joey tells asks her on a double date, bringing Monica. Joey convinces Monica that his ex’s new boyfriend is a guy who likes her, and he’s the brother of her ex. They go on a double date, and Monica thinks that the other couples’ PDA is highly inappropriate, until they realize that they’re actually not siblings. Monica and Joey start to seduce the other couple, and seemingly manage to split them up, picking up the pieces for themselves.

Rachel’s dad promises her a new car if she comes back home, but she tries to be independent by doing laundry on her own. Ross sees this as an opportunity to spend some quality time with her, so he decides to go with her. He helps her do laundry for the very first time, while dealing with this horrible woman who steals baskets and machines. Rachel accidentally puts a red sock with her whites, and turns all her clothes pink. But then she feels happy again after she and Ross fend off the old woman and drive her away.

So, its not one thing today that Ross does. Its a few things. So it starts off in the PROLOGUE of the episode. The guys and the girls are talking about amazing things that the other gender can do that they can’t. Phoebe gets really real and says “Its amazing how men can do so many bad things and don’t even feel bad.” And after a long awkward silences, Ross argument intended to top that was “Multiple orgasms!” Like that’s such a shitty thing to say after Phoebe said that Really True Thing. Like you just proved her point further. Also, a side note. Ross LIES about his laundry room in his building having rats in order to spend time with Rachel. If Ross wasn’t such a rat he wouldn’t LIE. He’d just offer to help. Lastly, while he’s helping Rachel with her laundry, he explains she’d need a separate cycle for her delicate clothing. He could’ve stopped there. But then he awkwardly followed up “that would be your bra...and under...panty things.” You dont need to explain what DELICATES are, Ross. And so awkwardly and creepy either.

Tune in tomorrow to watch Joey do something