#good morning i told you i was writing things this wouldn't leave me alone until i spit it out today

[sollucets]

fic: prisms

When Sand’s awake, he has all the appearance of being unyielding, the sharp lines of his cheekbones and his jaw all made of pretty edges to be caught on. Ray likes the edges. He can take a little pain with his pleasure; he hasn’t ever done anything else. But without Sand conscious to uphold the image, those sharp edges seem closer to the smooth facets of a glass, clear and transparent and strong enough to cause damage when it breaks.

or; Ray wakes first, in three different beds.

(2k, rated t, ray pov. technically a 5+1 about ray waking up. canon compliant to the present day / e6, hospitals + implied suicidal ideation )

read it on ao3 💜

[lily-fics-11]

I Can See You: Chapter 5 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

*Not beta read

This took forever and I’m so sorry😭 Since I last updated, I took a trip to see my girlfriend and she came to see me too (if it seems like I’m in my lover girl era it’s because I am). I went on a trip to Disney (I am an extensive planner, I even made spreadsheets. I put my heart and soul into it) (I had to prep my body and mind as well, for spending that much time with my mother, also the Florida heat and tons of walking). I’ve done a bunch of babysitting and have been on the hunt for a full-time job! I missed writing and hope to get to do it much more often now!!!

Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission. 

Chapter 5

Ellie gets a little jealous when another girl shows interest in you. You share many sweet moments as she tries to spend every second with you that she can.

Word count: 4k

CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18* profanities, sexual innuendo/references, semi-intimate situations, mentions of drinking/smoking weed

You and Ellie spend the rest of the time before her practice kissing and planning dates. Neither of you can wait to share your dorky interests with the other. 

Picking up your phone, while getting ready to leave, you see a text from Elise. It’s not about homework. You audibly groan and Ellie raises an eyebrow.

“I got a text from Elise,” you tell her and then read it out loud. “Are you going to Kyle’s Saturday night? I’m hoping to see you there.”

Ellie’s face scrunches up in disgust, but she doesn’t say anything.

“I told her to only text me for school stuff. I’m going to remind her,” You tell Ellie, then type out a text while reading it out loud. 

“I'm happy to answer your questions about school work, but I’m not looking to be involved with you in the way I think that you want us to be. I’m your tutor now and that wouldn’t be appropriate.” Ellie laughs at that, you ignore the irony. “Also, I’m seeing a girl that I like a lot, you and I aren’t going to be anything more than friendly.” 

“You tell her.” Ellie nods in approval, hyping you up. “That girl better watch herself. She might be disrespecting what you want on purpose, but she doesn’t know that she is disrespecting me too.”

Elise asks who you are seeing so you tell her that the girl goes to North, not someone she would know. Ellie laughs again, though somewhat maniacally this time. 

Ellie hugs you while saying goodbye, holding your close, not letting you leave until she is satisfied. She kisses you softly, longingly, and the taste of her lips lingers on yours for a while after you have parted ways. 

Ellie calls you that night, to check that no one was bothering you. You tell her that Elise had continued asking more questions but you stopped answering.

Ellie was not happy to hear that. 

The next morning you get a text from Ellie.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You free during home room today?

You: Yes!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Meet me in the science wing bathroom at 8

You like the message and finish getting ready. You get a hall pass and leave to meet Ellie. The science wing is empty during homeroom, so it’s a good spot to be alone.

When you walk in Ellie is leaning back with her hands on the sink. 

“We’ve unlocked a new location,” she points out enthusiastically. 

“We have,” you giggle at how cute she is.

“Less than ideal, but I like getting to see you in person.”

“You spend plenty of time seeing me in person,” you tease her. She walks over to you and flips your hood over your head.

“Actually spending time with you,” she specifies grabbing your hands to pull your arms around her.

You lean your head onto Ellie’s shoulder. “It is really nice getting to hang out with you. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?!” She practically yells in your ear. 

“It may be normal for you to disappear for a half hour but if I’m gone more than 5 minutes people are going to think I’ve got explosive diarrhea or something.”

Her face is contorted in confusion until it hits her, eliciting a discouraged sigh.“You study during homeroom don’t you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what it’s there for.”

Ellie waves a hand in the air dismissively. “It’s like those yellow speed signs, a suggestion.”

Your jaw drops and you shake your head in mock disapproval. “Remind me not to get in a car with you.”

“I am a GREAT driver. I’ll pick you up for our first date and show you.” Ellie says matter-of-factly. Eyebrows furrowed, but a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. 

Your heart flutters at the mention of a first date, but it is against your nature to halt the banter. “I’ll just have to bring a helmet.”

“I’m coordinated enough to play lacrosse. You on the other hand, I bet you hit a lot of curbs.”

“I plead the fifth!” You stick your tongue out at her. 

“I know that one!” Ellie informs you with enthusiasm, eager to impress you.

“I feel like you are the kind of person to know the rules so that you can break them most effectively,” you tease her and you can tell by the look in her eyes that you are right on the money. 

Ellie throws her hands up in the air. “I want my lawyer!”

You playfully shove her and she grabs your arms to rope you into a hug.

On Friday during your tutoring session with Elise you are working in a textbook. You slide the book towards her to point to the asymptote in the graph and she puts her hand on top of yours. You quickly pull away and you hear a textbook fall off a shelf nearby, but don't think anything of it. 

When Elise asks to borrow your pencil sharpener she tries to slide her hand over yours once again. Before you can react someone coughs loudly from the other side of a book shelf. Elise gets startled and quickly lets go.  

Reading over an answer to a problem Elise had done you hear a very familiar voice hoarsely whisper “what the fuck!”

You look around for Ellie but the first thing you notice is Elise’s arm around the back of your chair. 

“Do that again and you won’t have a tutor anymore,” you tell her sternly and she folds her arms across her chest in a huff. 

Looking around you see a pair of eyes peeking through a hole on the bookshelf, they are green and sparkling in a way that tells you they are accompanied by a smile. Further down the shelf you see another face poking through, Paz, accompanying Ellie on her little mission. 

You pull out your phone and send Ellie a text. 

You: Are you spying on me???

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I have no idea what you are talking about

You: None at all?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You’re right. Now that I’m thinking about it Paz mentioned something about undercover work

You look back towards Ellie and Paz and they quickly duck out of sight. You have to stifle your laugh and refocus on your job.

Friday at the end of the school day you head to the locker room to retrieve your gym clothes, they need to be washed. You are giddy at the prospect of catching a glimpse of Ellie. Even if you don’t get to talk to her, let alone be near her. 

When you enter the locker room you are greeted by the sound of a ruckus. You hear a crash a few rows back, like someone fell into a locker. 

You creep down the rows of lockers to investigate. That requires navigation through a crowd of softball and lacrosse players. You see Ellie hovering in an offensive stance over Elise, who is crouching slightly, as if recovering from a hit. 

“What the hell, Williams?” Elise asks in disgust, shoving Ellie away from her. 

Ellie pushes her back, much harder. “Just think you need to watch yourself, Knolls.”

Elise doesn’t retaliate this time, Ellie plays lacrosse she knows how to rough someone up. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Ellie pushes Elise up against the lockers and pins her there. You may or may not be jealous. “Don’t ever get in my way again.” The gathered crowd collectively gasps but no one tries to intervene. After staring Elise down long enough to make her point, Ellie lets go of her and turns away. Elise watches confused, pissed off, and embarrassed. You know why Ellie is angry with her, though you are baffled that she would display those emotions so publicly. 

What if Elise told someone about this and Ellie ended up in the principal’s office? What would she tell her? Sorry, she was flirting with the girl I like. She was MY tutor first! 

This isn’t a side of Ellie you are familiar with. This aggression is uncalled for, but it’s attractive. Seeing her physically fight for you? It has you in a lust filled haze. 

The crowd disperses and Ellie walks past you. Her cheeks flush when she spots you, realizing you saw what just happened. But her expression turns cocky when she sees the hunger in your eyes. She bites her lip and winks at you. Her hand reaches so that her fingertips brush over your waist. No one else could have seen because of the way you two were positioned. Normally you would have panicked, but the public display of affection was concealed by the angle of her body. Not to mention the way you caught up in the passion you share. 

Even after Ellie passes by, you stand there dumbfounded. Nonetheless, you force yourself to shake it off in order to continue on with your day. But your phone buzzes…

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You liked that didn’t you?

Everyone else should be gone in about 10

Want to wait around?

You: That was a bad idea, confronting her like that

But yes I liked it

And yes I’ll be waiting 

You dawdle at your locker while the chatting dies down to silence and footsteps are no longer falling.

Ellie approaches you and leans against a locker with her arms crossed. 

“You know where my gym locker is?” You question.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know where to watch you get changed?”

You playfully hit Ellie in the arm. “Shut up!” 

“My locker is right on the other side.” She admits. “Doesn’t matter how many voices are around, I can always hear yours.”

Focusing down on your shoes you blink rapidly and take a deep breath, unsure of how to handle this attention. Yes, you’ve received this type of attention before. But Ellie being the girl that notices you is still incomprehensible. Not only that, you have now seen her feelings towards you exist outside of when you two are alone. Sweet moments in secret are one thing, but her defending your honor? Of course no one knows that’s what it is, but it doesn't stop your head from spinning. 

Ellie tilts your face up with her pointer finger and your wide eyes stare into hers, they are focused on you. 

“What?” She asks, her worry evident in her expression as she searches yours for a clue of how you are feeling. 

“It’s nothing,” you lie and Ellie raises an eyebrow. She knows you too well now to get away with that. 

“Well…” your voice is soft and timid. “It’s that… you just … seem to care a lot about me. And it’s sweet.

“I do care a lot about you. I guess I need to make that more clear. I have a secret to tell you.” You cock your head to the side in confusion, Ellie leaning close to whisper “I like like you.” In your ear. You start giggling. 

Ellie wraps her arms around your waist and tucks her face into the crook of your neck. You rest your cheek on her soft auburn hair and hold her tight. You feel Ellie take a deep breath, breathing in your scent, and feeling her exhale on your neck sends shivers down your spine. 

“I have to go to practice but I don’t want to,” she mumbles. 

You sigh. “I don’t want you to go either. But super stars don’t skip practice.”

“Super star?” She asks, picking her head up to look at you. Her surprise is so genuine it melts your heart. 

“I watched your old games, Ellie. You really are talented.”

Ellie smirks, her sense of wonder broken by her dirty mind. “Talented,” she repeats. 

You roll your eyes playfully and ignore the comment. “You can’t slow down now. You’ve got another championship to win.”

She nods in agreement, with a sense of duty. “Very true. I’m like a Wendy’s 4 for 4. Plus I am dating the smartest girl and it would be embarrassing if she wasn’t dating the best lacrosse player.”

“I’ll never eat Wendy’s the same way ever again.”

Ellie’s green eyes sparkle devilishly. “Yeah. You’ll be eating me too.”

“I’m looking forward to it. But my super star really does need to get to practice.”

“Will you stay with me until I’m ready to leave?” Ellie asks shyly, a bright flush coloring her freckled face. 

“Of course I can.”

Ellie grabs your hand and leads you over to her locker. She opens it up and pulls out her practice clothes. 

You don’t even pretend that you aren’t watching. Ellie watched you watch her. She pulls her shirt over her head, only momentarily breaking eye contact when the fabric passes over her face. 

Your breath hitches seeing her like this. Her sports bra hugging her exquisitely and her abdomen pleasantly toned. The urge to trace you fingertips over her impressive body burns in the pit of your stomach. 

“Like what you see?” Ellie chuckles, clearly pleased to see you gawking at her. 

“I guess you could say that,” you sigh, pretending like you aren’t ogling at her body. 

“Don’t lie to me, tutor girl.”

You cross your arms and pout. “Fine. I’m impressed. Happy now?”

“Very.” Ellie hooks her arm around your waist and drags you into her, hastily, and you have to grab her shoulders to steady yourself. Ellie presses her forehead to yours and you take a deep breath after she has taken it away. 

“Pretty girl.” Ellie mumbles and you just gaze at her starry eyed. Ellie kisses you gently and you let your hand slide down her body, over her perky breasts and tight abs. You grab her hips firmly when you get there and then distance yourself, still holding on to her. 

“Practice,” you remind her and she groans. Ellie throws on her practice pinnie and then slides down her pants leaving her in her boxers. Thankfully she pulls a pair of shorts over them right away.

Ellie puts her clothes away and starts taking her practice things out. 

“Can you hold this for me?” She asks, extending her lacrosse stick towards you. You nod as you take it. Ellie slings her lacrosse backpack over her shoulder and stops to take you in for a moment. 

“I didn’t actually need you to hold it,” Ellie admits. “I just knew you would look cute.”

You shake your head at her and bite back a smile. 

“I’ll text you after practice,” she tells you before giving you a quick peck on the lips and heading out. 

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment. 

Is this real?

Does Ellie Williams really like you?

This is not something you ever imagined happening, but here you are, kissing her before she goes to practice. 

You literally pinch yourself so that when you get a text from Ellie you know it’s real. 

Ellie sends you a message after she has finished with her practice. You ask each other about your time apart and chat. 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Can you send me your schedule?

You: Plan on stalking me?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Yes 

I’ve got some of it figured out but I want to try and run into you whenever I can

You send her a picture of your schedule.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I didn’t know half these classes existed 

This doesn’t look fun 

Like at all

You: Don’t worry about me😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t tell me what to do😡

I’m going to make sure you don’t get too stressed💚

You: I have a few ideas about how you could do that 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 👀👀👀👀

I will mix wholesome and not so wholesome 

You: Sounds like a plan 

Ellie ends up going on a rant about practice, Abby Anderson did something to piss her off. However, Ellie’s team won their scrimmage so it’s okay.

You text Ellie the rest of the night and end up staying up later than usual until you finally say goodnight. Even though you don’t want to. 

On Saturday Ellie has an away game and then goes to a party with a bunch of her teammates.  

You spend the afternoon studying, then go to a party yourself. Definitely not the same one. 

Elise eyes you from across the room and you ignore her. When your friends ask why you are giving her the cold shoulder you tell them it’s because you are her tutor now. Your friends are relieved, they know how that type of thing has gone in the past. You are happy they don’t know it already happened again.

You socialize outside of your friend group too, politely ignoring any flirting. You have a lot of fun, even if you are waiting for your phone to buzz. 

You hear from Ellie more than you expect to. She keeps you updated on the drama around her and you can tell she had been smoking before she even mentioned it. She is more silly than usual, and it’s incredibly charming, especially since you’ve had a bit to drink. 

Nicole sees you smiling at your phone. “I know that look!”

She gets excited but rolls her eyes when you try to brush it off. She looks you up and down with a bit of an attitude, it’s unlike you to keep this kind of thing from her. 

“Fine. I’m talking to a girl,” you admit and Nicole’s eyes light up.

“Are you going to tell me who it is?” She pesters you, a wildly excited look in her eyes.

You make up a little lie. Nicole isn’t ready for the truth yet. “She goes to North. You wouldn’t know her.” Nicole knows who Ellie is but she doesn’t really know her. Not like you do.

She squints her eyes at you. “Is that all I get?”

“For now.” You take a long sip of your drink, signaling you are moving on from this topic. 

Nicole shakes her head in disapproval. “I guess that’s better than nothing. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting about this.”

You and your friends get picked up around 2 am. On your way back to Nicole’s you get a text from Ellie, asking you to come over. You tell her that you can’t drive anywhere because you’ve been drinking. She says she is high but can walk to you, so you explain that you are sleeping over at a friend’s. Ellie says she will be coordinating with you next weekend because she always misses you extra when she’s intoxicated. 

Sunday is busy. School work, chores, and family dinner.

Ellie gets some homework done too, alongside a bunch of yard work with Joel. 

You get a lovely text from Ellie Monday morning.

You: Good morning:)

What are you doing up so early?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Getting you coffee 

You: I always make it at home you don’t have to do that 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I want to. 

And I know your order anyways 

You: How????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I took a picture of it that day you came in late with Dunkin 

In case I ever needed it 

You: I’m genuinely impressed

You’re 10 steps ahead 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 🫡

Meet you at your car when you get to school?

You: What if someone sees us?!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m like Michael Jackson 

You: ???????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: A smooth criminal 

You: That’s actually a good one😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m glad you said that, otherwise I’d have to beat it 

You: Okay ma’am that’s enough 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t act like this isn’t a thriller for you my PYT

You: You are too much 

In the best way possible 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓:

When you park at school you let Ellie know that you have arrived. 

Out of nowhere Ellie casually strolls by and leaves a cup of coffee on the hood of your car. 

As you are getting out and picking it up Abby pulls in next to you. She gives you a smile and a wave, so you politely wave and smile back. 

Your phone immediately starts ringing and you pick up. 

“NO FUCKING WAY SHE’S GOT THE SPOT NEXT TO YOU!” Ellie yells into the phone and you are grateful the volume wasn’t all the way up. Would’ve burst your eardrums.

“Last year too,” you inform her. 

“My enemy is living my dream,” Ellie practically growls. 

“I would pay good money for you to be my parking neighbor,” you promise her. 

“Top dollar?” She questions, deadly serious.

“Absolutely!” You assure Ellie. You hear her sigh in relief. 

“Thank you. I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later?”

“I would love that!”

“Bye pretty girl,” you can hear Ellie’s smile in her voice.

“Bye El.”

You say hello to Nicole a few minutes later.

“Is that Dunkin’!?” She gasps.

“Uh… yeah?”

“You didn’t even ask me if I wanted any! You always do!” Nicole groans. 

“Sorry, I uh… it totally slipped my mind. I really needed it this morning,” you explain, trying to cover your tracks.

“You should set a location reminder on your phone. When you get to Dunkin’ it will remind you to ask if I want some,” Nicole says, not a hint of sarcasm.

You salute her. “Aye aye captain!”

Your phone buzzes a few times during 5th period, but you don’t check it until class is over. 

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t go into 6th period right away (12:35 pm)

My class is right across from yours (12:35 pm)

I want to say hi (12:35 pm)

And maybe kiss you👀 (12:35 pm)

Hi (12:47 pm)

Hey (12:53 pm)

You don’t check your phone during class do you (12:55 pm)

When you see the messages you like them all and hurry to your next class. 

As you approach your 6th period class you look for Ellie. She is outside the door across the hall, mindlessly rummaging through her backpack, despite looking around for you and not at all paying attention to what she is doing. Ellie winks at you when she spots you. 

When the bell rings the hallway starts to clear, so you bend down to tie your shoe to stall. 

Once the hallway is almost empty Ellie gets up and starts to walk over to you. Once everyone is gone she says hi and grabs your hand, giving you a quick kiss. 

“I know you don’t want to be late. I’ll see you later.” Ellie holds your hand for another moment before finally letting go and heading across the hall. She gazes back longingly, a pouty frown on her face, not wanting to leave you. 

You bite your lip, just as sad to watch her go, and think to yourself “I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I don’t think I care.”

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[linomilkers]

Minho x Reader [Warnings: dry humping, a filthy blow job, probably some medical inaccuracies, Minho calls Felix Yongbok bc canon and that's his Yongbokkie]

Note: Helloooo, this is my first time writing in this style! Just trying something different for this particular piece. Also, I started writing this before we found out about Minho's hand, so I promise I wasn't making light of his injury! Just a coincidence!

Let me know if you like it!!

Minho who hurt both of his wrists somehow, maybe it was a misstep in dance practice that sent him to the floor, or a stumble at the airport. His wrists are sprained, he's in two clunky arm braces to keep them still, and he's not meant to participate in any strenuous exercise that would involve movement of them. It sucked, being hurt, and he was missing schedules, he would fall behind in learning the new choreography, and he was setting the comeback back by a couple of weeks -- but it wasn't the worst thing. He could use a small break, even if it's just a week or two, of resting and taking it easy after nonstop months of producing content.

Minho who enjoys the break for about a week before he started getting a little stir crazy. Eating was a chore, a true test to his patience instead of being something gratifying and he couldn't cook much. He could move his wrists a little so that the muscles wouldn't weaken from not using them, but barely enough to eat, let alone prepare a full meal. Everyone else in the dorm was so busy that nobody was really cooking, so living off take out has made his face swollen and a bit puffy. Which he wouldn't mind as much, if not for how annoying Seungmin's been with pinching his cheeks and cooing at him for it. He can't even properly exact revenge and the creatine is taking full advantage of that.

Minho who can't touch himself properly and is starting to go crazy because of that too. He doesn't have to do it every day like some (namely Jisung, the little pervert), but he does it often enough that a week and a half in he's starting to feel it. Every morning he's waking up with something stiff between his legs, and he's helpless to it. Minho believes he has enough mental fortitude to look past his horniness, because no orgasm would be satisfying if he couldn't properly use his hands. He could wait it out, the braces would be off within two more weeks, he'd be fine.

Minho who breaks the day after he'd made a pact with himself to hold out. In the daze of his morning wood and being two seconds from sleep again, he rolled onto his front on his bed. Minho bunches his blankets up into a wad, then presses into it, a reedy sound leaving his mouth, unfamiliar to his own ears. It feels good, really, really fucking good, but it isn't enough. Still, it doesn't stop him from trying. He ruts pitifully into the blankets, chasing after a release he knew he wouldn't find, leaking precum in his briefs. It's embarrassing, how badly he needs it, how desperately he's trying for it -- but there's nobody home. Everyone left early this morning, so he was safe to do this for a little while, until he gets frustrated and takes a cold shower instead.

Minho, who forgot Yongbok's friend had spent the night and had promised to wait around for him to get back from schedules so they could go shopping, or out to eat, or whatever. The friend who Yongbok had made promise she would bring Minho breakfast in the morning, so that he wasn't fumbling around the kitchen himself. Minho had told him that he didn't need that, that he wouldn't want his friend going out of her way for him, but he refused to listen, and so did she. Which was surprising, she's usually pretty quiet, but the sudden headstrong attitude started him into silence and acceptance. "No earlier than 7AM," he told her, "I'll at least try to sleep in."

Minho, who doesn't hear the perfunctory knock on the door before it opens at 7:05 (of course she is close with Yongbok, because he barely waits half a second before opening the door after a halfhearted knock as well -- he doesn't care what he sees when he ambles in, usually caught in his own head about whatever he'd come for in the first place), and only realizes that Y/N is standing there with a bowl steaming in her hands when she says, "Oh, shit, sorry," as if this wasn't embarrassing enough, Minho has to let go of the pillow he'd caught between his teeth, "I should've waited for you to reply."

Minho, who knocks his head against the mattress and gives a disbelieving laugh, because of course this would happen to him. He's at the edge of his rope, he just wants to cum, and he can't even do that without being caught humping the bed like a desperate dog. He's caught between wanting to apologize to her for seeing him like this and wanting to scold her for walking in, in the first place. He doesn't get a chance to do either because Y/N offers her help instead, gentle and not in the least bit suggestive sounding, despite what she was suggesting, "I can help you out, if you want," she told him, "Yongbokkie thinks my mouth is really good."

Minho, who really doesn't have a chance to consider what that means, because since when was Yongbok getting his dick wet? Is that why he's always so calm? How long had she been doing that? And would he be okay with her offering that to Minho? Wouldn't he be upset? Or were they not together like that? He makes a confused sound in his throat, nervous to turn around where he knew she'd be able to see how hard he was, but too mortified to stay in the position he's in. So he flipped onto his back, and tries not to wince when her gaze zeros in on his cock -- so fierce, he's sure that he could feel it burning him, "I told him to ask if you needed help, but he didn't listen to me," Y/N continued to say, "Swore up and down about how you don't like asking for help, that you'd have to really need it to accept it, and I think humping your blankets is really needing it, right?" It was a fair assessment, and he feels his ears get hot, "I'll help."

Minho, who agrees because. . .well, why shouldn't he? She's offering, and he's hard and horny and wet, and he probably isn't thinking the clearest. He'd never thought of Y/N in that way, she's always just been Yongbokkie's sweet friend and that's it, but now he can't get the image of her with his cock in his mouth (or Yongbok's cock, for that matter) out of his head. With great effort, he scoots himself up the bed, among his pillows with his back against the headboard while Y/N got herself comfortable between his spread legs. She doesn't bother to take his briefs off at first, burying her nose against the hard swell beneath the fabric and breathing in deep. His face feels like its on fire, because who just does that? And why is he so turned on by it?

Minho, whose mind is spinning because this sweet girl's mouth is made for more than gentle compliments and clunky sentences in a language Yongbok is working hard to help her with. It's made for wetting the thin fabric of his light colored briefs, sucking opened mouth kisses that add to the growing wet spot on him. He has a hard time figuring out what was from him and what was from her, but it hardly matters. He throbs and twitches with every suckle and lick while she saturates the cotton. And when he is about to start whining at her for teasing him, her fingers dip beneath the elastic and fish his cock out from the briefs. A small, contented sigh leaves her mouth, like she'd been waiting all day to get her mouth on him. The head is flushed ruddy and dripping, shiny with his own slick and she shows her tongue to wet her lips, and he's throbbing again.

Minho, who can only gasp when she says, "You really needed this, right? I would have helped sooner. I like drinking cum from pretty boys," because what is Yongbok teaching her? But before he can ask, she's swallowing his cock down in one go and he cries out like he'd never been touched in his life. It sure feels like that right now, and the tight, wet heat of her mouth makes his brain melt, and any hope for thoughts that surpass, this is good, this is good, this is good leave his head. His brain to mouth filter evaporates, he spreads his legs further, "Fuck," his eyes roll back, because if he looks at her then he'll cum and he wanted to enjoy this for a little while at least, "Who taught you to be this naughty?"

Minho, who wasn't really looking for an answer, but Y/N slips off to tongue at his slit any way, then drools a glob of spit on his shaft and fucks him with her hand, "Yongbokkie," she replied without thought, "He trained my throat really well, now I can take all of you pretty deep." All of them? He can't clarify because she's sucking his balls into her mouth and soaking them with her tongue and his mind fizzles out again. It's too much, all of it, and she does it with a practiced ease of someone who is taking a lot of cocks in her mouth and his mind is reeling with it. She slobbers and drools and sucks until she's licking back up to the tip, taking him down, down, down, until the head nudges at the back of her constricting throat.

Minho, who comes with barely a warning scraping away from his tongue but Y/N doesn't mind. She withdraws just enough so it fills up the pocket of her cheek, squeezing the base, working him through it. He thinks his vision whites out for a second, he's almost positive he might have momentarily blacked out from the intensity of it. It burns from his fingertips up through his chest, spiraling through his whole body like summer storm lightening. It's a lot, his muscles lock up, he thinks if there were any time to understand the universe it would be now after he just flooded her mouth.

Minho, who isn't sure what to expect exactly, but certainly didn't expect her to crawl back up his body, tilt his chin toward her mouth and fix their lips together. He didn't expect her to push his cum into his mouth either, in a kiss so filthy and gross he knows he's going to be touching himself to it for months to come. At least he doesn't taste all that bad, as she makes him share, and he moans pretty pitifully against her tongue.

Minho, who finally opens his eyes after some time and is greeted with a smile, "Good news is, we were quick about it so your food is still warm," she tells him, "Should I feed it to you? I don't mind." And who would have thought that, with his softening cock against his thigh, and his wrists in braces, that Y/N would offer him something like that too? She'd already done too much, hasn't she? More than she'd been requested to, should he really let her feed him? Or was she joking?

Minho, who quickly finds that she isn't joking at all actually. She doesn't wait for him to answer before she's offering him rice and a sliver of egg from his bowl, holding it out toward his mouth. Minho parts his lips, she presses it inside, then gives an even bigger, triumphant smile when he hums at the taste, "It's good, hm? I made it myself."

Minho, who decides that he needs to know more about her, needs to implant himself deeper into her life, needs to ask Yongbok where he found her and if he's willing to share.

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am i allowed to cry?

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i can hold my breath.

then we could all just laugh until i cry.

i'm seeing visions, am i bad?

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

just say when, i'd play again.

oh, was it punishment?

oh my god, you should see your faces.

blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll.

now you know what it feels like.

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

were you writing a book?

the devil that you know.

well, you took me to hell too.

six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke.

go on, fuck me up.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

i touched you for only a fortnight.

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who the fuck was that guy?

but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

even if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

no one's ever had me, not like you.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i'm miserable!

i'm gonna get you back.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

tell me all your secrets.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

what if your eyes looked up and met mine.

i swept in at the rescue.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

i chose this cyclone with you.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

you were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i can't pretend like i understand.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use

it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried.

we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon.

you shit-talked me under the table.

touch me while your bros play grand theft auto.

you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me.

i'm combing through the braids of lies.

no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

tell me something awful.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

how did it end?

in fifty years will all this be declassified?

was any of it true?

there's a lot of people in town that i bestow upon my fakest smiles.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded.

they knew the whole time that i was onto something.

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

i dreamed about it in the dark the night i felt like i might die.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

move to florida, buy the car you want.

in plain sight you hid.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

please, i've been on my knees.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

pull me to the backseat.

way up there, i actually love it.

at dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on.

i hate it here.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

he was my best friend.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

does it feel alright to not know me?

you said some things that i can't unabsorb.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

the future's bright, dazzling.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

please know that i tried to hold onto the days when you were mine.

are you still a mind reader?

i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

do you believe me now?

still alive, killing time at the cemetery

is it somethin' i did?

i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

he just hadn't met me yet.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

all your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i'm tryin' to stifle my sighs.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

it's happening again.

i don't think you've changed much.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.

all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

fuck 'em, it's over.

little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

i wanna kill him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

love's never lost when perspective is earned.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

my friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this.

if you want to tear my world apart just say you've always wondered.

what we thought was for all time, was momentary.

do that impression you did of your dad again.

you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared to go outside.

you just watched it happen.

so if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me.

what a charming saturday.

they tried to warn him about her.

then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i just don't understand.

i was a functioning alcoholic 'till nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

no one asks any questions here.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

you'll find someone.

old habits die screaming.

i know he's crazy but he's the one i want.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

fuck you if i can't have us.

we were blind to unforeseen circumstances.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you're the loss of my life.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

who's afraid of little old me?

it was legendary.

i keep recalling things we never did.

i still ponder what it meant.

and who's gonna know you, if not me?

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

the story isn't mine anymore.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

i tried to warn you about them.

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to.

i look in people's windows.

i will never lose my baby again.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forward.

i choose you and me religiously.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

you don't get to tell me about "sad".

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

do you hate me?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

stay away from her.

i can do it with a broken heart.

you cinephile in black and white.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

but what about your quiet treason?

i hoped you'd return.

i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary.

i can take the upper hand and touch your body.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

oh, what a way to die.

i'll tell you one thing honey, i can tell when somebody still wants me.

this place made me feel worthless.

my husband is cheating.

my beloved ghost and me.

i keep finding his things in drawers.

did you take all my old clothes?

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

we've already done it in my head.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

good boy, that's right.

let it once be me.

lights, camera, bitch, smile.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i'm runnin' back home to you.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i've been doing it since he left.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are?

i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had.

oh, here we go again.

we learned the right steps to different dances.

i haven't come around in so long.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

'cause i'm a real tough kid, i can handle my shit.

i'll tell you how i've been there too, and that none of it matters.

i'm having his baby.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

but you should've seen him when he first got me.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they tried to warn you about me.

come close, i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

you left your typewriter at my apartment.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

scandal does funny things to pride.

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

and for a fortnight there we were forever.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon.

a greater woman wouldn't beg.

pick your poison, babe.

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

i don't even want you back, i just want to know.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

way to go, tiger.

were you a sleeper cell spy?

you are bloodthirsty.

you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

i can fix him, no really i can.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more.

thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up.

who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

you're in terrible danger.

i want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you are what you did.

fuck it, i was in love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love

you're the new god we're worshipping.

you gotta fake it 'till you make it, and i did.

i wanna kill her.

did you think i had in me?

you said normal girls were "boring".

and who's gonna hold you like me?

no one here's to blame.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day.

how can i be guilty as sin?

you were gone by the morning.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

he said he'd love me all his life.

who else decodes you?

fuck it if i can't have him.

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

tell me all that you'd learned.

you're an animal.

you already know, babe.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

[roryacker]

WereGhost part 4

writing is under the cut as usual <3 couldn't force the art out, for some reason my brain won't let art on my phone happen, I've been trying for days it just ain't workin, and I have gifts to finish working on so PC is a no-go. Still! Writing!!

I do oddly feel more confident about posting things if there's art with it? Like I faked myself out trying to post this one 3 times and kept adding more thanks to that because I was like "wait no not good :("

Maybe because art's like. My thing. But screw it, if I'm getting over my anxiety I'm hitting all the weird triggers, it's a silly werewolf AU I don't think people care if one part has art or not

Simon doesn't like how Johnny smells. He was fine before, but since that morning the older man left with him in such a hurry he's smelled different. To a normal person that wouldn't matter, but werewolves aren't exactly normal folk, and smell is a very important part of their routine, Simon's especially.

Simon was familiar with Johnny's scent before- warm and herbal, a comfortable smell that Simon wasn't afraid to admit was soothing. It's probably part of why he's stuck around. Since he got back, since the anxiety and stress faded out, he's smelled different. It changed. It was faint, but there- something odd and flowery. Simon knew he didn't like it, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it's the fact it changed at all, maybe it's what it might signals, to hell if Simon knows.

Johnny, from there, starts going out more often, for longer, starting at earlier times, and the scent only gets stronger. It mixes with his original one, shifting and changing, and Simon hates it.

He especially hates it when Johnny comes home in the middle of the day, just once, and immediately gets to shoving Simon under the bed, blankets and all, muttering out something about not being prepared and needing Simon to sit still and be quiet for a while- Simon growls and snaps at his feet, though his teeth never connect, but begrudgingly does as told, ignoring the way his heart thuds in his chest and ears flatten to his skull. After a bit, cleaning up and trying to make the place look nice, it seems, sweeping fur off of the bed and floor, Johnny leaves, and Simon is left alone, confused and quite frankly tired, watching the door shut from the little space under the blanket hanging off the bed.

By the time a few minutes pass, he hears the front door open, and another voice starts up. It's not the older man, it's not Johnny, it's new and unfamiliar, soft and feminine, and Simon can feel the fur on his neck raise at the sound. Oddly, he feels threatened. He doesn't like the new voice, doesn't like the scent that follows, doesn't like how it's the scent that's been drowning out Johnny's for weeks now. But he sits there, tense and uncomfortable, listening to them talk in the sitting room. He doesn't like it, but he does it, if only so Johnny doesn't change his mind about all of this and kick Simon out after all.

It lasts for a few hours, Simon unable to fall back asleep, until he hears the door open and shut again. He thinks Johnny might have left too, but no- footsteps come up to the door, and he steps inside the bedroom, crouching down with a sigh.

"Think she likes me, Ghost. Might be the one, aye? Just have to see what to do about you, then..."

His heart sinks at the words, but doesn't reply- just growls lowly and shifts his weight, curling up further to avoid looking at the man.

"Aye, I know. Yer feelin' grumpy. Sorry."

Johnny tries to drag him out from under the bed, gripping the blankets tight, but Simon fights, of course. He can't go one day without being stubborn, especially not when he feels so personally wronged.

"Jesus, fine. Stay under there. Don't make a mess."

It continued on like that for a few days. Long, uncomfortable, grueling days, where Simon slowly began to set up a little den under the bed. It was nice and dark, so at that point it was really just instinct drawing him into it, pushing and arranging the blankets into a cozy little spot for himself. Eventually he manages to fall asleep even when Johnny has his bird over, as much as he might not like it- Johnny slides a plate of food under the bed to try and keep him from getting snappy, not that it ever works, and it becomes another routine.

Simon as tired of it the moment it began, but he tolerates it anyways, just to avoid being thrown out. His leg's mostly healed, and he knows he needs to leave, get out into the forest again, get back to his normal life.

But he doesn't want to.

He gets cooked food, he gets the warmth and comfort of soft blankets that smell pleasant- they're the only thing that don't have that new scent on them, at this point- he gets to sleep in peace without having to worry about wolfhounds scenting him out or humans coming across him, doesn't have to worry about any other predators trying to get a meal out of him, there's no hiding, there's no running, no wasted energy... but he can tell Johnny knows he's healing. He leaves the bandages on longer and comments on the progress he's made, and at this point Simon knows that if he doesn't leave on his own Johnny might just toss him out anyways.

The thought makes him uncomfortably bitter, a sour feeling that wells up in his chest and leaves him feeling nothing short of sick.

He tolerates it all for a few more days, making the most of it, and then watches intently as Johnny leaves, one morning slipping out from under the bed to watch him from the doorway as he leaves, locking the front door behind him. He loafs around for an hour or so, then shifts, standing on unsteady legs and adjusting to the feeling of being human for a bit- as close as he can get, anyways. Simon finds himself staring at a window for a long while, facing the woods.

With a sigh, he steps closer and pushes it open, and crawls out, shutting the window behind him and shifting back so he can break off into a run. He regrets it the moment he's outside, the air frigid and uncomfortable against his fur, feeling like needles against his skin, but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point. He does it himself or Johnny will do it for him, maybe throw him outside in his sleep or something. He's careful not to leave any prints, stepping lightly and never lingering in one spot too long. The beartrap that got him into this mess serves as a marker, telling him where to go, and from there it's just a matter of following old paths, and by the time night starts to fall he's found it again. His scent has faded from months of inactivity, but it's his territory all the same.

Suddenly it doesn't feel like home at all, but he reasons that it won't be come a few weeks, anyways, when the wolfhunts start again the second the town's dogs start to catch his scent, and he'll have to leave all over again. He curls up in a familiar hollow, surrounded on all sides but one so he can't be reached or found quite as easily, and falls asleep with the lingering thoughts of fleeting warmth and soft fabrics on his mind.

[thisismeracing]

komh thots

lazy mornings with these two when there is an on off week

its saturday morning and the sun beams softly onto mick’s whole world

and he is just lying there lazily and half asleep adoring his partner

he tucks himself into the crook of her neck and matches his breath with hers until he falls back asleep

and then its her turn to wake up and quietly admire her lover

eventually they pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen

they steal kisses and touches and find excuses to be eachothers personal space

hamilton!reader is starting on their coffees and mick ends up behind her and sticking the side of his head to hers and giving her a hug from the back

she giggles and tilts her head to give him a kiss

they somehow make breakfast and take turns feeding each other while trying not to choke because the other has said something so ridiculous that they cant help but ellicit a laugh

its their little world away from it all and they will happily fill it with the best memories they can conjure up so when they are old and grey they can reminiscence on the good old days

(why tf is reminiscence spelt like that, i thought it would be a shorter word tbh)

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Morning Light | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (sher/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff. ― my masterlist | my taglist | patreon masterlist― you can support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or  buying me a coffee ― This lil blurb can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more about hamilton!reader and mick make sure to read King of my Heart (here)

The rays of the sun coming from the big window in front of Mick's bed woke him up. He had forgotten to close the blinds the previous night, too tired to consider anything but snuggle closer to Yn, and let his body slip into oblivion. He felt her warmth right beside him, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, before turning on his side and admiring his girlfriend's sleeping form.

He would get up and close the blinds, but Yn slept with a sleep mask, so it wouldn't change much, besides, she had nestled closer to him, making leaving the bed a horrible option. It was an off weekend, he would enjoy every second of having her close. Mick meant it.

Yn moved again, still asleep, and Mick found the comfiest spot on her neck, laying his head there, tangling their legs, evening their breaths, kissing her brown skin, and letting his body drift into sleep again.

Hours passed when Yn woke up. One side of her bed felt heavier than the other, and the second her eyes opened she couldn't help but smile. Mick was there. She angled her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, threading her fingers through his hair when he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Can we have five more minutes?" he mumbled without moving.

Yn chuckled still half asleep, "Please".

So the silence in the house went on for yet another hour before they woke up. Mick did it first, pressing kisses against her neck and shoulder, making his lover wake up with a beaming smile on her face. "Morning," she whispered when he said something about a beautiful day.

"C'mon, Angie must be starving," Mick mumbled, his sleeping voice making Yn shiver.

"Well, I am starving too," she mocked, and he chuckled.

"Pancakes?"

"Sure thing."

They washed their faces side by side on the bathroom sink, and Mick watched as Yn went through her morning skincare routine, and then took off her bonnet framing her curls around her face. She had no makeup on, and she was wearing one of his shirts, but still, she looked like the prettiest woman in the world for him. He told her that and she giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and dragging him to the kitchen to get started on their breakfast.

Angie greeted them excitedly by the stairs, and Yn cooed when the dog followed her even after she gave her their morning scratches. She plated Angie's food and served the wiggly dog, while Mick got started on the pancakes.

Yn was cutting some fruits when Mick hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, jaw, and when she turned her face to him, her lips. She sighed with the way he held her, the warmth he radiated.

"Did you finish the pancakes?" she asked, and Mick shook his head, kissing her lips one more time, before explaining, "Not yet, but I needed my fuel," and she rolled her eyes playfully at his antics.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"And you love me just the same," he teased, leaving a slap on her ass.

Yn left the knife and the mango on the counter, and turned to him, lacing her hands around his broad shoulders. His eyes were even clearer with the sun shining through the windows, and his lips had a pink tone to it from all the kisses. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few seconds, no words were needed in those moments, but still Yn nodded and voiced three small ones, making Mick smile, "I love you."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I JUST HAD TO SDKGJSKGJDS <3 I've been procrastinating writing chapter 22, so I hope this can distract y'all a bit while I get started heheh <3

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Hey you! How are you doing? I was wondering if your requests are open? I'd like to request something angsty with mick, they are bffs and in love with eachother but its kinda like a right person wrong time? like, always something happens and they cant be together.

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Summary:  I have this dream you're doing cool shit. Having adventures on your own

Rating: +14

Warnings: them fighting (and ending up hurting each other with words), angst

Word count: 1.7k

Note: gathered those two request that could work together. just sadness, not my best fanfiction really - just having a small block with writing long stories

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You were so stubborn. Both of you.

Not all love stories come to a happy ever after and (un)luckly, yours didn’t. As much as you two tried, something always came in the middle of it. So much, that you two stopped trying.

Here’s the thing: it wasn’t a new thing, a sentiment you discovered throughout you were getting closer. It happened just like an earthquake, big, destroyed everything it could and more than once.

The moment they announced that Mick was the Formula 2 champion of 2020 you cried out, happy for him. You wanted to wrap him in your arms, say the sweetest things and that you were so proud of him - yet you were hundreds of miles away. That still wouldn't stop you, that night you called him, you stayed for hours talking and pretending that no one else existed in the world but the two of you.

But how could you be the perfect suitor for each other, you managed to be the opposite. You were both stubborn and liked to have the last word, so often when something seemed to develop, you ended up fighting.

“Mick, for fuck’s sake! I’ve already told you: I can’t go to Bahrain, it will be in the middle of my exams!” You crossed your arms, sitting on the balcony. “I can’t just abandon everything and go after you.”

“But you’re my best friend! You’re the only person outside my family I can trust my life with.” He put his hands on his waist, stopping pacing from side to side.

“I love you, bud, I really do. But I can’t do this. I want to graduate being the best, so in the future, I can follow you anywhere, being your engineer.”

“Fine! Then I’ll find someone to follow me through the season.” 

Even if he understood what you were saying, he couldn't leave you the last word. He wanted more from you, yet he couldn't say how.

“Fine! Find a little fuck doll that only cares about your money and your dick.”

“At least she cares.”

“Like I don’t? Are you really insinuating that, Schumacher?”

“No, but if the shoe fits…” 

“Don’t you dare.” You got up, walking close to him. “Honestly, sometimes I really wonder if you actually value my friendship or you just want some hot girl to stroll around you so you feel more confident.”

“I do.”

“Then why do you talk to me like that?”

It was a few weeks of silence after that. Mick was too proud, yet that conversation stuck in his mind. The feelings the German held were confusing, at the same time he doesn't regret putting it on the line that he feels left out because you never had any real time for him, his heart broke at the thought of him hurting you. He was completely in love with you, a deep and long standing love. Something that you felt too, yet you never had a right time for it to reveal itself.

It was early in the morning and you were watching a movie alone, until you heard the doorbell, at first you took a knife and went to the door. You opened a small crack, however you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your best friend, almost unconscious, being carried by a girl.

"He only knew this address. He had too many drinks."

"And you are...?"

"We go out sometimes. He's good in bed. You?"

"Best friend."

"Oh. Good luck."

You dropped the knife and took him in your arms, stroking the blond strands, which were messy. You giggled as he started mumbling some things in Italian mixed with German, leaving a kiss on his forehead. 

With great difficulty, she managed to get him to sit on the sofa and drink some water. The light blue eyes followed you as you tried to find some of his clothes put away and a towel, he urgently needed a shower.

"Sorry." He slurred, ducking his head.

"For?"

"For being a jerk." Mick hugged his own body. "I get upset that you never have time for me, hence why I want to fight with you. And you like to argue too.... And I say things I don't mean."

"We have very different lives, Micki."

He didn't say anything else, just let himself be led into the bathroom, where you helped him into just his underwear - which he removed without any shame. You turned on the shower and turned on your back, expecting him to go alone, however you felt a hand on the small of your back. A few seconds later you were only in your panties and bra, stepping into the shower with him.

"But I love you. That's why I want you around." He said as he let you wash his hair.

"And I love you too."

"No, but... I love you. Beyond platonic."

"Those are drunken words, Schumi."

"No. They are not."

He pulled you into a slow kiss, letting his tongue pass against yours, holding your waist and pulling your body against his. For a few seconds you had no reaction, it felt like a dream, yet at the same time you knew it was going to be a very big fall. Fortunately for Mick, you returned the kiss, letting yourself go with the moment. The taste of beer mixed with liquor from his lips seemed to get you drunk every moment.

That night, you slept curled up in each other's arms under the duvet.

In the morning, he was more affectionate, more needy, as if he knew he had to leave soon - which wasn't a lie, he had to travel to another country in less than 72 hours.

"Next race you're going, whether you like it or not." He murmured, leaving a long kiss on your cheek and walking away.

And again, it happened during that race weekend, with no attached strings. You two were playing with fire and not being scared about it. 

Some of Schumacher’s past acquaintances were on the Paddock, which made you cringe all the way to it. How did they get there? He invited them? No, he didn’t, however they were rich girls, models, famous, of course it wasn't hard to get a pass to see the wonderful boy they stayed for a week or two. Without a doubt, you were insecure, especially that he was a sunshine, so he talked with everyone who approached him - with good or bad intentions. So you ended up alone, inside of his trailer while he did his media obligations. You were so insecure, afraid of your friendship being ruined with all of this shit. 

After an hour, the blonde got inside the trailer, surprised, yet happy, to find you there. But his smile vanished when he saw that you had tear stained cheeks.

“Schatz? What happened? We’re friends, you can tell me.”

“Friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“What? Elaborate that for me.” He sat down next to you, holding your hand.

“Mick… I love you, you love me. That’s true, right?”

“Of course! Unless…”

“That’s the thing. Love isn’t the only thing that can hold something. You confessed to me while drunk, after weeks we had a big fight. We can’t communicate properly.”

“But we’ve been friends forever. We always vented out our feelings.”

“Not the ones we feel about each other.”

“For God’s sake. Don’t tell me you don’t want to keep going on because of some hidden feelings.”

“Calm down and listen to me.”

“Calm down? Why should I? I want to fight for this!” He got up, throwing his hands up. “Why don’t you let me?”

“Because it's not the moment, Mick!” You also got up, letting tears fall. “You’re concentrating on your career, that’s going great! While I’m trying to finish university… We can’t be together more than 2 days every month or so.”

“But it’s not that hard, I can fly every time I want to.”

“Also… I don’t think we’re ready to engage in this.” You held his shoulders. “I have loved you since we were 18, I’ve dreamt about you, but… We won’t work it out. I would give it one year till one of us does something unforgivable. And I refuse to lose you over something idiotic.”

“Me either!”

“So do you understand what I’m trying to do? We still be friends, I’m not willing to lose that, but we push this feeling until we’re at the same page in life? How about that.”

“I want it now. I want the instant happiness of having you next to me.” He turned his head away, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall against his light skin. His defensive side was threatening to come out.

“I’m sorry… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Schatz… I’m not your ex.” He shooted back, looking now at you.

“That’s why. Tell me you’re not trying to fix something when you used to go out with multiple women?” You shooted at him, starting to get angry with his words.

“Fine.” He cried out, huffing. “But I’ll come back to get you. Because I refuse to have someone in my life that’s not you and honestly? I’m willing to fight for it.”

“I’m willing too.” Finally thinking he accepted the defeat, you let out a sigh.

“Which is why-” Oh, there he goes again. At the same time, a sob escaped your lips. “I want you now! Why can’t I have nice things happening all the time? There’s always something bad.”

“Mick. Stop. I’m done talking about this.” You shook your head, wiping your tears away. “I’m going. Get some rest, clear your thoughts and I will call you when I think you are better.”

“No! Don’t go like that!” He held your hand before you could step out of the trailer. “What if something happens? What if something happens and this is the last time we’re together? I know I hate you right now, but it’s only now, I can’t feel like that for too long.” His free hand caressed your cheek. “Please. A kiss.”

“Fine.”

His lips crashed against yours, a melancholy kiss of farewell, as if he was trying to bring up some point that might make you give up on not continuing that situation. When you pulled away from him, you held his hand against your face, leaving small kisses on it before squeezing and releasing it. You opened the trailer door, murmuring "see you later," at which he responded with "Ich liebe dich, Schatz.”

Right person at the wrong time always sucked.

[dinsdjrn]

everything i wanted | j. miller | track three

track two | track four || series masterlist | main masterlist

bodyguard!joel AU

au!joel x singer!f!reader

summary: oh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to take me home. it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know. someone to kiss you was easy, someone to love you was complicated. [w.c: 4.1k]

tags for the chapter: please see series masterlist for series warnings. 18+, smut, anxiety, secret relationship, scars, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, dirty talking, praising, lmk if i missed things

a/n: for my love @thetriumphantpanda who listens to me ramble when i worry no one else will want to hear it. thank you ❤️ i'm really proud of this one... i hope you love it too.

track three - we'll never have sex

The next few weeks you found yourself completely lost in Joel. You questioned his motivations and considered your own. The days he was working he would steal a kiss when no one was looking or involve you in a heated make-out session once safe from prying eyes. It never went any further though, he was content just kissing you. You never really talked about what this meant for you either, perhaps you were both scared the glass wall would break. 

You won’t lie saying you didn’t think about Joel when you were alone at night, how you would take care of one another, but he was a breath of fresh air. You had had your fair share of lovers; most of which would sweet talk you until they had their way with you, then leave you in the dust. Joel was different though, he didn’t rush things. 

You knew when he kissed you he needed it as much as you did. It wasn’t a ploy to get you underneath him, it was more than just a kiss, it was a promise. 

You had taken a small break from recording when another note appeared at your recording studio this time. Its arrival just days after Joel informed you that they were worried it was a once off threat. This note reignited the search for this crazed fan.  

You still hadn't told anyone about the unknown number messages coming through. You hadn't had one come in since the first night you kissed Joel. You prodded him to see what the note had said that arrived at the studio, but he wouldn't budge. It was frustrating not knowing, when the texts had been almost daily for three weeks and now you were met with radio silence. It set you on edge.

You needed this break from recording desperately.

You had spent the time writing mostly, a piece for Joel you wanted to be just right. When you were writing, you had connected with friends, and had even spent an evening with Joel and Ellie. It was just a once off, you had asked Joel if she would be interested in a movie night with you. You felt guilty taking so much of his time away from her. Joel was hesitant but agreed in the end, it ended up being one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time. 

Today was your first day back in the studio since the note. You had a few things you wanted to work on before the day was through. Will and Joel were going to be switching off at lunch today and you knew you wanted Joel to be the first to hear what you had written on your ‘break’ so to speak. 

You spent the morning mixing and producing the two songs that had been accepted by the label. They were turning out really well and had the exact vibe you were going for, it was melancholy but still truthful to your lived experience. 

Your honesty was the reason your fans connected with you. People frequently shared their deep connection to your music and it was what kept you going.

You sat and listened to the songs on repeat to make sure they were exactly as you wanted them. When you got into this headspace you could feel mothers glaring looks and indifference, trying to dissect the song for how she would see it. Find all the weaknesses and improve them. Everyone else had gone to lunch, Will had gone to switch with Joel and you were sitting there obsessing over every detail. 

When Joel came into the room it took your breath away. You hadn’t realized how much he calmed you down until he was standing in the room with you. He made you feel as if both your feet were firmly planted on the earth and your mind slowed down. 

He was in a black t-shirt and jeans, as he always was but the way it hugged his form made him look so dangerous. Just looking at him you felt the heat between your legs begin to pool and your blood pressure increase in the best way. 

“How are you doin’ today babe?” He asked innocently, just you and him in the room. 

“Mm, better now that you’re here,” you smiled. 

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. You melted again. 

He quickly came over to you leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before retreating to the back wall. It was risky to kiss you here, but you were both desperate to feel one another again. 

Your producer returned shortly after your secret reunion with Joel. 

“So, how do we feel about solidifying another track today?” He asked, smiling at you. 

“I think I have something for you,” You smiled. 

“Great!” He clapped. “Do you have instrumentals you want to record first? Or would you rather workshop it and see what happens?” 

Time away was good for both of you as a team. You hadn’t realized how frustrated he was with everything until you had come back today. He seemed in better spirits than he had in weeks. 

“I actually think I might have a one take for you my friend,” you smiled. You reached for your guitar and made your way into the booth. 

“Okay, take one, let’s hear it,” Your producer's voice came through the speaker. 

You slowly began strumming the guitar. 

“Depollute me, pretty baby,” You started to sing. 

Joel was leaning against the back wall, but shifted as you continued to sing the song. He was looking directly at you and rubbing his chin, so desperately wanting to pick your brain for understanding. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to for hours. 

You came to the last line of the song, looking past your producer directly at Joel. The tension between you was thick and palpable, but secretive all the same. 

“Come and kiss me, pretty baby, like we’ll never have sex.” You finished. 

You put the guitar down on the stand and removed your headset. 

“Perfect! Just absolutely perfect,” your producer's voice rang from above you. 

You exited the booth to discuss the song further and do a bit of mixing to level the sound, but the one take was all you needed. 

One take and the undisclosed muse to get the perfect cut. 

It was getting quite late by the time you had left the studio, the car ride back to your apartment was quiet between you and Joel. This wasn’t uncharacteristic for you, except he had a grip on his knee that was rather impressive. You swore his knuckles had started to go white. 

When you arrived home, you were finally left to be alone with Joel. Something was off with him though, he was still so quiet. His eyes were trained on you as you rummaged through the kitchen for something to eat. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do in this situation. You felt as if Joel was mad at you but you didn’t know how to bring it up to him really. 

“So,” you started. 

He grunted in response. 

“Did you like the song?” You asked innocently. 

You were met with more silence from him. Anxiety festered in the pit of your stomach, you wanted him to like the song but this reaction spoke otherwise. 

“You can tell me if you didn’t like it. I won’t be hurt, I’ll understand, Joel,” you began to ramble defensively at his silence. 

He shushed you. 

“It’s not that I didn’t like the song. I loved it,” He started softly. 

“It’s just,” his eyes darkened. Your heart rate picked up and he continued. The air becoming thick and heavy with his words. 

“You just wrote me a song asking me to kiss you,” he started slowly walking toward you. His eyes were dark with lust and his large frame made you feel incredibly small. 

“A song asking me to kiss you, like I’ll never go any further,” he was in front of you now. 

His soft brown eyes bore into yours, your back was pressed into the counter, hands gripping it waiting to see what he does next. 

“Like I don’t want to take you upstairs and hear you scream my name,” he whispered in your ear.

“Joel,” you breathed, a familiar warm tightness in your stomach ripening.

“A song asking me not to fuck you as if I haven’t been dreaming of the day you’d let me in,” he kissed a spot on your jaw behind your ear. 

You inhaled sharply, “Please.” 

With that every ounce of restraint you had for another evaporated into the night. Joel’s hands found their way to your hips and yours to his neck. He kissed you like he had never kissed you before, this kiss was hungry. His grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you into him, grinding himself into you. A soft gasp escaped you and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue danced with yours as your hands began to explore his chest and back. 

You began to untuck his shirt and he pulled back from you. You were left confused and a bit dumbfounded at his sudden retreat. 

“Do you want to stop?” you asked gently, pulling back from him. 

“God no, you ju- shit, you need to know something,” He sighed. “No one’s seen me in a long time. There’s some things that I can’t talk about,” 

“Joel, it’s okay. Just tell me what you need,” You offered him a small smile. 

He grabbed the back of his shirt and slowly pulled it off over his head. You sucked in a breath as you began to take him in. 

The way his muscles flexed as he breathed heavily, the softness of his stomach that you knew was still strong. The way a trail of hair dipped from his belly button into his jeans making your gulp and your mouth run dry. And the scars. He had scars strewn across his chest, some smaller than others. 

You didn’t react, you didn’t want to gasp and fuss over him. It felt like he was bearing a part of his soul to you, something no one else knew and so you didn’t want to make a spectacle out of him.

You stepped toward him, placing a hand on his chest. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” You whispered, unsure of yourself. 

You slowly began to kiss and nip at his neck, your hands running down his abdomen. He groaned in response, you brought your lips to his chest and began kissing and nipping all over it. He brought his hand to your face and pulled you back to meet his gaze. 

“Thank you,” he said, kissing you softly. 

“Of course,” You brought your hands down his chest one more time and pressed against the growing bulge in his jeans. 

“Now I believe you promised to take me upstairs,” You said and his eyes darkened. “And I’ve heard you’re a man of your word.” 

With that you grabbed him by the wrist guiding him to your room on the upper level of the apartment. 

As soon as you entered your bedroom he pulled your wrist turning you around to meet him. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and his other hand pressed against your cheek. He was kissing you again, feverish and needy. This was different from any other kiss you had shared; it was lustful and electric. 

His fingers dug into your hip as he deepened the kiss eliciting a moan from you. 

He pulled away tugging at your shirt removing it exposing your chest to him. His eyes gave you a once over and he brought his hand to your breast massaging it. You sighed at the feeling. 

“Good lord, you have no idea what you do to me,” He groaned.

He brought you to the edge of your bed, the tension almost painfully thick in the air. Joel sank to his knees in front of you. He hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your pants and panties, bringing them down together in one swift motion not wanting to waste any time. He pushed you to seat yourself on the edge of the bed. You spread your legs for him, showing him how needy and ready you were. He groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing he was the cause of your undoing. 

He grabbed the outside of your thighs, his hands exploring your body as his lips kissed and sucked the insides of your thighs drawing closer and closer to where you so desperately needed to be touched. 

“Fuck, darlin’ all this for me?” He teased, kissing the most inner corner of your thigh. 

You hummed, “If you ask nicely.” 

His eyes looked up to meet yours. You tangled your hands in the soft curls that drove you crazy and massaged his scalp gently with your nails. He leaned into your touch as his eyes softened, pleading you. 

“Baby, please?” He said breathlessly. 

“Yes, Joel. I need y-, Oh,” You gasped as his mouth surrounded the soft bundle of nerves that ached for his touch. 

He had completely infiltrated your senses, the way he sucked on your clit. With every bit of suction he pulled whines and moans from your lips. He hummed against your core. He gripped your thighs tighter, you hoped there would be soft marks in lieu of his hands when you woke. His tongue moved to penetrate your pussy; lapping your taste like you were the freshest summer peach and he didn’t want to waste a single drop of sweetness. 

The familiar tight burning pleasure pooled at the pit of your stomach as his tongue dragged back to your clit, the pressure and pace sending you toward the edge. You squirmed under his touch and your hands gripped his hair tightly, drawing him closer to you as his tongue worked your core. Your soft moans and gasps filled the room.

Your pussy began to flutter as you pushed over the edge, you moaned Joel’s name. Your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenched and pussy fluttered at the feeling. 

“That’s it, good girl.” Joel hummed against you, kissing your pussy one final time. He stood slowly, your hands fell from his head and you felt small sitting in front of him like this. 

He brought himself down to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his lips and it drove you even more wild. You wanted to take care of him and make him feel good. 

You took it upon yourself to unbutton his jeans and work his pants down. He stepped out of the jeans and you could see the large straining bulge in his briefs. You pressed you hand to his cock through his underwear and he groaned. He was long and full, your desire for him only grew, desperate to have him inside you. 

“Mm, Joel, I think I want to fuck you now,” You hummed, standing in front of his dragging your hands up past his bulge and across his abdomen. 

“Fuck yes,” he whispered cupping your cheek and kissing you again. 

You pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang to attention, you pushed him down toward the bed and he laid himself down in the middle. 

You straddled his hips, nothing in between you anymore, so you rocked your hips into him. You moaned in unison at the feeling. 

“Don’t tease me darlin’. I am not a patient man.” He nearly growled and smacked your ass. 

“Yes sir.”

You complied by aligning him at your entrance before slowly sinking onto him. His face contorted in pleasure, your gasped, mouth agape at the feeling of him stretching you open. You brought your lips to meet his in another kiss while you adjusted to his size. 

“M’gonna take care of you,” you mumbled into him, slowly beginning to rock your hips. 

“Ride me, baby. Gonna take such good care of me,” He praised, his hands gripping your hips. 

He guided your hips as you began to bounce on his cock. It didn’t take long before you both were stringing curses and moans as he repeatedly filled you to the hilt, hitting your most pleasurable pressure point deep within you. His thrusts slowly began to meet yours and pressure began to build in your core once again, you began to quickly chase your high. Your hips rocking his as your thrusts met one another, his hands guiding your hips at a pace that brought you both quickly to the edge. 

Your orgasm came washing over you before you knew it, your movements slowing as you cried Joels name, pussy fluttering around his cock that filled you so wonderfully. You would be sure to make a pattern out of fucking Joel; you had never felt this intense pleasure with anyone and you knew this was a high you’d chase again. 

“Good job, baby. Making yourself come on my cock. So fucking perfect,” He praised as he picked up his pace again. 

You collapsed on his chest kissing his neck, unable to move from your orgasm that was still washing over you as he fucked into you. His grip on your hips tightened as his hips snapped into you from underneath you. His pacing picked back up to chase his own high. He fucked into you rapidly before his thrusts became a bit more erratic. 

“M-Fuck gonna come,” He groaned your name as you slipped off of him. 

He came against his stomach and into his hand as you collapsed next to him. Content beyond yourself but completely spent. Just standing in a room with Joel overwhelmed your senses, but the visceral need you felt when he fucked you. It changed your perspective on what sex could be. 

When Joel was finished you stood quickly running to the bathroom to get him a damp washcloth. When you walked back to the bed the sight of him laying there cum painting his stomach, dick in his hand was enough to make your pussy flutter again. You helped clean him up before settling into his side, his arm wrapped around you. 

“That was,” you started. 

“Yeah,” Joel panted. 

“I’m clean by the way,” you said awkwardly. It didn’t matter much now as you hadn’t used a condom but for your own peace of mind you brought it up. 

“Okay, uh, me too. I haven’t since, well…” He fumbled over his words. 

“It’s been a long time for me too, Joel.” You smiled up at him softly stroking patterns into his chest. 

“I know it's been a long time, but has it ever felt that,” he paused, looking for the right word, “Perfect?” He asked. 

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him and kissed him gently. 

“The best I think I’ll ever have,” you chuckled at him. 

He was right though, you had plenty of partners in the past. You always enjoyed sex, but it had never felt like that. You worried that any other sex will have been ruined as it will never mark up to sex with Joel. You opted not to think too much into it as you’re sure you’d be ready to jump Joel in any moment you found yourselves alone for the weeks to come. That thought left your mind spinning, wondering what this meant for the two of you. 

“Joel?” You bit your lip. 

“Mm,” he hummed, stroking the hair on top of your head. 

“Where do we go from here?” You asked pensively. 

“I don’t think we need to go anywhere. We can just be safe up here in our own little bubble,” He assured you. 

It wasn’t comforting in the way he thought it was. It freaked you out, you had never really done anything that was just for you. Your life was strategically placed pieces that looked like luck of the draw, but it was all perfectly planned to launch you into stardom. Your mind began to worry and wonder about what your team, your mom, the world, would think when word got out. You hadn’t even defined your relationship but knew it would have to end as soon as the press caught whiff of your affair with Joel, your bodyguard. 

“I can hear you thinking,” he whispered softly, as if he was worried you would disappear at the thought. 

“I’m just sorting this out,” you clammed up again, lost in your own world. 

Joel rubbed your back and you sighed, breath uneven, shaky. 

“Hey, hey, what’s going on in that mind of yours?” He prodded again. 

“It doesn’t matter, Joel.” You snipped. 

“It does. Tell me what’s going on. I want to know where you’re at,” 

You sighed, thinking about it for a moment. Hoping your vulnerability wouldn’t push him away, you opted to tell him the truth. 

“I’m scared, Joel. My whole life has been carefully curated from the moment I showed up in the local paper. Everything I’ve ever done has been a calculated move to advance my career,” you felt tears well in your eyes. 

He pulled you into his side tighter, your head resting on his bare chest and your hand gently drawing patterns across the scars that adorned him to calm yourself down. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. 

“It’s okay, baby. This can be just for us,” He said before kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s just,” you sighed. “Nothing in my life has ever really been mine, it’s been my mothers or my labels or my publicists, but I’ve never really done anything for me. I’m scared that it’s going to blow up in my face.” 

“I know, it’s scary, I wish we had met under different circumstances, but I can’t say I regret anything.” He tilted your head so you could look at him. 

“Whatever this is, let it just be for us to figure out. If at any point you want out or you want to go further, you just talk to me. I’ll follow your lead, but for now, let’s just enjoy whatever this is while it’s just ours.” 

You sat up to really look at him, find any hint of mistruth behind his words. His eyes softened at your concern, he took this moment to rub your back and kiss the top of your head. Such a small and subtle gesture that held so much promise. 

“Okay, you’re right.” Your breath shook, “Just you and me, Joel.”

You brought your hand to brush his fluffy gray curls away from his forehead and rested it against his cheek. He leaned into your touch slightly and you realized how intimate these moments with him were. They were uninterrupted by the lives you lead, and made your heart skip in your chest. 

You brought your lips to his in a kiss that was soft and light, hoping it felt like a promise to him the way it did for you. He gripped your waist slightly tighter, not trying to go any further but to ground you here with him. 

You were both breathless when you pulled away, this kiss held an intensity neither of you had experienced before. 

“I’ll go clean up,” you said, now very aware of your sweat stained skin. 

“I’ll join you in a second,” Joel smiled, letting you have a moment to yourself. 

You stood and made your way to the bathroom, Joel reached over to the bedside table to grab his phone. 

He realized he had grabbed the wrong phone pretty well as soon as the screen lit up and went to put it down immediately, but not before he saw a text come through. One that felt like a blow to the chest. 

I'm sorry I got so angry. I’m sad they won’t let me see you, but glad it meant you got my note. 

He knew he shouldn’t have read it, but your safety was in jeopardy. He took a breath and heard the toilet flush and shower start. He would find a way to bring it up to you, when the time was right. 

His hope was that you would bring it up to him before it came to that. 

The warm water over your skin was exactly what you had needed. Your night with Joel was everything you wanted it to be and more, but it was still very emotionally charged. 

You heard his steps in the bathroom as the water from the shower ran over you. His warm presence filled the space behind you as he kissed your shoulder and you leaned into him. The full ache between your thighs returning in promise to him. 

You were spent from the evening but the way his kisses trailed up you neck and hands held you to him was intoxicating.

For the first time in your life you had felt so grounded and so safe. Joel didn’t expect anything from you, he just wanted to know you through and through. And that was worth fighting for, no matter what. 

tags: @darkroastjoel @morning-star-joy @skysmiller @harriedandharassed @canseethebrushstrokes @kyloispunk @skythighs @reader-without-a-story @aryastark-baratheon @ilovepedro @beskarandblasters @tightjeansjavi @cupofjoel @cavillscurls & you know the drill lmk if i missed ya or you'd like the updates xo

[aritsukemo]

Astolfo for young paladin who they have a similar age, they were going to be the youngest paladine too,but astolfo took it. They don't mind because they are professional and they are extra help from foreigner headsquares.

Astolfo w/ a Foreign Paladin!reader who's around his age

Warnings: None.

A/N: Another request done! I had been putting this one of for a bit on purpose until I finally got a good idea to write about! Sorry if you wanted something differently or just wanted general headcanons, I..couldn't come up with anything interesting besides this..

↪ When you were first introduced, it was because of Charles, who assigned you to take Roland's place as Astolfo's trainer.

↪ Your first introduction was less than ideal. Astolfo, still reeling from Roland's betrayal, wasn't exactly the most polite person to talk to. In fact, he was quite disrespectful towards you after learning you were a foreigner, but you didn't care much about it. After all, you've been told much worse over the years.

↪ Having to essentially live together for a time was difficult as well. Astolfo was quick-tempered—bipolar, even—and had an intense hatred for anything involving vampires. He'd throw a fit when you'd beat him in a spar and wouldn't listen to just about anything you'd try to teach him. Not only that, but your rather blunt criticism at times lead to many verbal, mainly one-sided arguments between you two.

↪ A shift in your relationship piqued after Astolfo started spiraling during an expedition. It was after you, him, your vice captain, and some of the other groups in your division exterminated a group of vampires who, coincidentally, had been on the run for a while after murdering a family. Extremely triggered, Astolfo was completely out of it and he wouldn't stop shrieking and going on and on about those heretics and other things until he eventually passed out from hyperventilation. Thankfully, his lapse of sanity had pretty much wiped out the vampires so you had nothing else to do but pull him into your arms and escort him to the closest inn you could find.

↪ When he awoken, he was still all over the place and panicking. He'd talk nonsense mainly and from how he reacted to certain things—such as your sharp hairpins and the scissors you used to cut the bandages you ended up wrapping around his wounds—he seemed quite dangerous to leave alone. That said, you made yourself comfortable, grabbed his hand, and began humming a tune from your childhood while you ran your fingers over his knuckles.

↪ As the simple symphony bounced off the wall near the bed, it felt as if he had gone back in time where he was a naïve little kid again. Although the tune was nothing like the children rhymes and lullabies he grew up with, your voice still casted the illusion of his mother humming him to sleep regardless. It made him forget, for just a moment, of his mistakes, of his tainted body, of those wretched bloodsuckers..

↪ ..And it seemed a second was all his body needed to collapse again. Whether it was from pure exhaustion or he, once again, hyperventilated, Astolfo fell out again. You took notice of it, but continued humming until you had succumb to your own drowsiness.

↪ "No matter how bad the mistake was, you should always be able to grow from it," You told him that morning as you two were packing up to leave for the next location. And, after slinging your weapon on your back, you walked over to him and patted his head, "And, I know it may be hard, but one of the best ways to cope with something is to accept it. ..I learned that one myself.."

↪ He immediately smacked your hand away, "I don't need your pitiful advice. Also, I don't care if you're older, please refrain from patting me on the head like some child."

↪ That's when you cocked your head to the side, visibly perplex, "But..I'm not that old to begin with.. Aren't we around the same age?"

↪ "Huh???" Yep, it took him that long to figure out that you two were only a year apart.

↪ One can't blame him though. Your stature aside, your personality and maturity could fool anyone into thinking that you were an adult. Or, maybe Astolfo just believed that for as long as he did to make himself feel better in comparison. Who knows.

↪ Anyways, after that happened, he was much more civil towards you. He tried to hide it, but you could tell that there had been some kind of improvement in your relationship since he had stopped badmouthing you every chance he got and actually began to listen to some of the things you were teaching him.

↪ Overtime, little things in your relationship started to change. For one, Astolfo had grown to be much calmer around you and even, get this, relax around you. Not much, but the slumping shoulders and soft expression is plenty in comparison to before!

↪ Not only that, but he grew to love hearing you talk in your native language. It, obviously, didn't happen often. But the few times it did, like when you would briefly tell him tales from your childhood or sung a song in said language in your scarce downtime..ughhhh! It was magical! Could put him at ease instantly upon hearing it almost any day! ( Or maybe he had just fell in love with your voice.. )

↪ Anywho, by the time he had officially became a paladin and gained the title as Astolfo of Garnet, your relationship had blossom to the point that when he saw the genuine glee and proudness on your face that day, he cracked an awkward smile of his own; something he once thought he'd never be able to do again.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 73, on and on like a never ending song

In, out, breath, you're going to be okay, at least that's what he told himself. The son of Apollo walked through the forest, desperately trying to clear his mind, he wouldn't break down I front of the younger campers. He hated he'd asked for someone to fill in for an extra hour since he already had a few hours off in the morning but he needed a break from everyone and everything otherwise he was scared he'd snap. He focused on the sound of leaves crunching beneath his feet, the sound of the wind; anything to take him away from reality. For even ten seconds he wanted to forget about Nico, Austin and basically everyone and everything in his life, he wished the weight of the world wouldn't be on his back, even if it was only for ten seconds. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, it was his job, if he wasn't good enough to fight he'd have to work himself to death trying to be half as useful. The effect of the painkillers had worn off, his entire body ached, feeling every broken, twisted, hurt part of everyone he'd healed. Every rib felt broken, bones shattered with every break he'd healed after the war, the stinging of cuts and scrapes, his head pounded in pain and his muscles felt as though they'd been torn and shredded a hundred times over. It wasn't real, none of it had happened, just the price for healing, taking their pain. He wished for the relief of numbness to not feel so much not entirely sure if he meant physically, mentally or emotionally, it was all too much. The son of Apollo broke down tears streamed down his face, breaking down on the ground his shakey sobs breaking through the almost silence of the forest. He was thankful he didn't have anything with him, nothing sharp, no medication, no cigarettes; they would have noticed, he couldn't let anyone see how scared he was. He was wearing Lee's flannel like he always did, clinging to his memory, the only thing keeping him sane. His voice soothing over every problem, telling him to slow down and take every step one by one, his reassurance that everything would be okay. Then again nothing was. Grabbing at the sticks and stones around him until his hands touched a smooth leather, confused he brushed away the dirt and saw a notebook. Picking it up and flicking through the pages he recognised the writing it started as Lee's, then half way through it changed to Austins, it had just about everything written in there. Will chocked back a sob, his tears smudging the perfect lines of ink in Austin's surprisingly neat handwriting.

"William are you alright?" He snapped his head around and the sound of Chiron's voice, clear and caring.

"I-I'm fine." He wasn't sure why he kept telling people that when he couldn't have been further away from the truth.

"I know recent events have been a lot on you, for all the time you spend taking care of others maybe you should spend some time taking care of yourself."

"I told you I'm fine." He couldn't even convince himself let alone Chiron, he wished he were dead but that would never be an option, he had people to take care of, he wouldn't leave them.

"It's alright to not always be alright, surely of all people you know that William."

"Don't- just- call me Will, it's too formal."

"Of course; tell me, what's that in your hand?"

"I-It's a notebook, well, Lee's notebook that he gave to Austin before the first war. I found it buried under the sticks and dirt."

"Did he happen to keep this on him?"

"Never went anywhere without it... which means we're closer to finding him."

"Things always get better Will, I know it seems as if the weight of the world is on your shoulders but things get better with time."

"What if they don't? What if we can't find Austin? What if something happened to him?"

"We can only hope that he is alive and well, while the forest is dangerous he was a skilled camper and I have full belief that he is alive."

"So do I, I don't know if I could deal with another dead brother, or if any of the other Apollo kids could. Either they're so young they'll be traumatised by it either way or they've already lost two and can't take it anymore." He didn't admit that he'd almost been the third dead, no one else needed to know that much.

"Come, it's getting late, your siblings are worried about you. Kayla started checking to see if every sharp object and dangerous medication was still in the infirmary after the first hour-"

"How long have I been here? I thought it's been like twenty minutes."

"It's been three hours, don't worry, everything is fine, your siblings and friends know how to run things, you need to let yourself take a break."

"I'm taking one now."

"You need to take breaks before you worry and overwork yourself to the point of extremes; back to my previous point, is that something I should be worried about?"

"I'm fine, please, just let me keep working, I swear I can still help them."

"Will, sometimes it's about helping yourself, not just others. If you ever need to talk I'm here, my doors will always be open, I am also asking you to spend less hours working as I have been informed that without Nectar and Ambrosia you would have been dead for exhaustion and that you have a habit of working twenty four hour shifts every day for weeks on end."

"After the war, so much happened, so many people got hurt, I need to help, I'm the only real healer."

"You're more than just a healer."

"Thank you." Will started to stand, legs shaking, breath still short and half covered in dirt. As the two started to head back out the forest Chiron turned to him.

"Your boyfriend is going to live, he's strong and he's got you to help him."

"How do you know about me and Nico?" He was stunned, he'd thought they'd been okay at hiding it.

"The way you talk about him, like Patroclus and Achilles."

"They were actually...?"

"They were just like you two."

***

[avatarlvrsstuff]

Dilf Jake sully x Omatikaya reader!

You just turned eighteen and since you will be completing your right of passage soon and both of your parents are deceased Jake sully the olo'keteyan of the village has been chosen to mentor you and you've had verry few interactions with him so your extremely nervous and your ears are perched back in fear despite the good things you've heard of him..

Warning's: daddy kink, daddy issues TvT, fluff, maybe more idk I'm writing the warning before the story so..?

Chapter one 'i understand'

You rushed to get up in the morning searching for a different loincloth and top to wear as you weren't sure if the one you were wearing was to revealing, or not good enough looking. Just overthinking as usual

Once you find a pretty good one that nice and modest and change into it and try to do your best to braid the front pieces of your long curly hair out of her face, and you admitted to your self you looked cute!

Of course you wanted to look good for jake getting trained by the olo'keteyan was a honor and you were nervous, scared, excited, terrified so many things to feel at once but that's how you roll

You made your way out of your tent and walked a little past high camp to a place in the forest that you had been told to meet for training and you look around for Jake seeing him preached on a rock your tail curled he's so strong looking and so tall..10ft only the strongest navi were that tall and he's so muscular..

Your snapped out of your thoughts when Jake called out to you coming towards you with a laugh "enjoying the show?" He says of course joking on the fact of how zoned out you were and you get so flustered burying your face in your hand your ears perching back again

Jake noticed your nervousness and bent down to you a little bit he forgets his huge size some times your only maybe..8 foot? And he was cowering over you so now that he's bent down your at eye level and he softened his gaze "I was joking syulang calm down a bit were just gonna get to know each other today" he says ruffling your hair and you Jake a deep breath your ears giving a flicker and perking up as he ruffles your hair and ears and you had let out a little giggle "that's what I'm talking about!' Jake says before leading you to some rocks by the river and sits on one lower to the ground and places you on a high one so he's not so high up from you and you can both sit comfortably

"so what's your name syulang or should I just stick to syulang" he says with a little laugh and you think to your self that you wouldn't mind him calling you that for food but you smiled cheekly "I'm (name)" you say with a blush your cheeks with a purple tint

"what a lovely name but I think I like syulang better" he says with a smile and you feel your heart flutter and almost skip a beat he's so mesmerizing.. "th-thank you olo'keteyan!" You say feeling so lucky smiling like a young girl with a innocent crush looking away from him embarrassed and he bites his lip smiling at how cute you were when you were all nervous like that and he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer "don't be so formal syulang call me jake!" You smiled your ears perking up and you knod franticly "ok j-jake!" He smiled and looks down at you with a more serious face "so since I'm mentoring you that means your parents...," You cut him of your ears shifting down "th-there d-dead."

They had died in the war against the sky people to Jake just being one more casualtie but to you it was your whole world crashing down three years ago when your parents took the bullet to save you and died in the prosses leaving you alone in the forest for months until some soldiers found you and brought you back and you spent the last three years alone crying your self to sleep with the memories flashing through your mind

It's crazy how the sound of Jake's voice immediately snapped you out of your horrible trance the memories fading and you feel the tears now on your cheeks and Jake wraps his arms around you pulling your face I to his chest and you melt into his arms feeling so safe and secure you never wanted him to let you "I lost my mate a few years ago and my brother so I understand" he says rubbing your back as you fall asleep in his arms this is the first time you've actually gone to sleep feeling safe since your parents death

I am taking Jake x reader request!

[sh3wolfgam3r]

Day Two: Drama and Dropping

November 14th, 2024

(I decided all my posts will be labeled with the day and date now)

Hello readers! I know it's been a while, but I had a busy week and was unable to have a moment to write to you until now.

Buckle up, buttercups; this is gonna be a long one.

Let's start from last week. It was a little bit of a shitshow.

For starters, I will now call BB (Bakery and Brunch) at the bakery. They took me off the schedule for Thursday and, what I thought at the time, Friday, too. So, I went through with my regular schedule and ran into a problem at school.

My Hospitality class.

It's not my favorite class, and it has been the most frustrating thing I have done. My teacher is a cool dude, but not a great teacher. Mind you, this is also a mandatory class I must take, and it's been annoying.

He does not teach. I can't even remember the only time he taught a lesson! I have also only attended this class for six days—IN THE WHOLE SEMESTER! I do not skip unless I need to due to some family matters, but it's because he had scheduling issues and told us to do the online bookwork, which is BORING! The main reason I went to culinary school was because it is hands-on, and I learn better that way.

It was tiring thinking about it, and I was failing. I also learned from another student that it was a similar experience, so it's not just me. I had to drop the class because I knew I would not pass if I did, and if I dropped it, it wouldn't count against me. This also means I have to rearrange my schedule for next semester because I am currently registered for a class that I now can't take. Now, let's get back to the bakery.

I worked on Friday at 7 a.m., which was okay, but I had to get up a little earlier to beat the morning traffic. I got a good parking spot and entered the semi-busy place. The restaurant was starting to open, and I met T(I'm not gonna say her real name).

She is a pro at her job and even owned a bakery before she decided to help at BB. She still does cake orders with some of the other bakery employees. As for events, she drives all over central Texas, delivering cakes.

That morning, they had a setback from the 4am shift. So, I helped prep out the stuff for the weekend. We had a lot of things not prepped up, and T was not happy they had gotten so far behind, so she taught me about the machine they have that helps them roll out the dough evenly when they make the various layers of butter. Out of everyone I have met there, she has been the one that feels like she knows what the fuck she is doing. Often, people don't know what they are doing, and I can clearly tell. I trusted her and we got along great, we ranted about the industry and how many people didn't have common sense; which is very accurate.

I also helped make milk bread and learned that our mixer needs to be replaced. It's a very large commercial one, and a person who no longer works at BB left it alone on the highest setting. The mixer 'walked' off the table and fell on the floor, breaking the gears that control the speed.

Watching T struggle with it, I felt terrible as flour covered half the station. But she managed to get it working. She and another employee taught me how they roll out their milk breads. It wasn't hard, but trying to make the dough into smooth-shaped balls was very difficult.

I'm gonna leave this here as I will start writing another development for the next post

Till Next time, friends!

[glasyasbutch]

playlist: calart

the het rights gripped me and morgan and bekah so hard and wouldn't let go until we did this

link to playlist on spotify

explanations below the cut

1. Storybook Love by Mark Knopfler (The Princess Bride OST)

She said "Don't you know storybook loves always have a happy ending?" / Then he swooped her up just like in the books and on his stallion they rode away / My love is like a storybook story but it's as real as the feelings I feel

Fairytale: Both

YES ITS THE ENDING CREDITS TO THE PRINCESS BRIDE. HOW COULD IT NOT BE. THEY. INVENTED. STORYBOOK ROMANCE.

2. I've Just Seen A Face by Jim Sturgees

l have never known the like of this / I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight / For other girls were never quite like this / I am fallin', yes I am fallin' / And she keeps callin' me back again

At First Sight: Arthur

idk what to tell you man. morgan's writing the calart first meeting as i type this. he calls her "my angel" like 3 paragraphs in.

3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew/ This night is flawless, don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew / I was enchanted to meet you

At First Sight: Callie

We spent. a lot of time. talking about the welcome home ball when the party gets Callie back to Iagora Edlynne and how she spent the WHOLE night dancing with Arthur and NO one else, asking him to bring TWO drinks from the drinks table for the both of them, taking her glove OFF to touch him while they chatted. Basically everything she could do to tell him she was madly in love with him, but trapped within the confines of polite society and courtship mandates.

And of course, it flew entirely over small town country boy Arthur's head. This song is for Callie begging Arthur to realize how much she loves him in a language he can't possibly speak.

4. Blue Eyed Girl by The Arcadian Wild

There’s wisdom in the way you speak and I see “I love you” in your eyes / Oh, I wouldn’t mind staying up, talking to you all night / ‘Cause you’re telling me everything about the books you read / Blue eyed girl let your hair hang down / Let the colors of your soul spill out for everyone to see

Realizing They Fell: Arthur

There's something so special about seeing Callie get to step out of her tower, out of her kingdom, for the first time, and that she chose to do it with her hand in his.

5. First Day of My Life by Honor Hunter

And so I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever, I especially am slow / But I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home / Mhm, mhm / Remember the time you drove all night just to meet me in the morning? / And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed / You felt as if you'd just woke up

Realizing They Fell: Callie

We established that, shortly after the Welcome Home ball, the OG party set out again. Without Callie. And after a few weeks Arthur was still wet cat moping SO bad the rest of them said. Good god we gotta take this man to elf country for closure. And at the same time. Callie had been pining SO endlessly she told her parents "actually I need to leave with him. sorry. you aren't going to stop me."

So Callie put out a Sending to Arthur along the lines of "Hello, I've decided I would like to join you all, if you'll have me. Meet me at [location]" and Arthur, who was literally walking into the palace to talk to her and happened to be below her bedroom window, screamed up "GOOD NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then they ran to meet each other on the stairs and they kissed and it was perfect and.

Anyways all that to say the selected lyrics ARE that sending moment.

6. Wildflowers by Tom Petty

Run away, go find a lover, run away, let your heart be your guide / You deserve the deepest of cover, you belong in that home by and by / You belong among the wildflowers, you belong somewhere close to me / Far away from your trouble and worry, you belong somewhere you feel free

Adventuring: Arthur

We've shot a lot of shit about how the OG party meant "freedom" to every person in it, in a different way. For Callie, it was freedom from expectation, and the freedom to have something that was hers and not the Kingdom's for the first time in her life. So you know. "You belong somewhere you feel free". wahhh.

7. Like Ships Need the Sea by Emily Hearn

Finally, you gave me the hope I'd awaited /Finally, you gave me your heart /Gladly I gave you the love you'd awaited / Gladly I gave you my heart

Adventuring: Callie

from Callie's perspective, loving Arthur was also learning what she truly did and didn't care about re: nobility and duty. Whether her family approves or not this is what she wants and she's going to have him.

8. Andante Cantabile by Brian Crain

[instrumental]

Contentment: Both

bekah thought it was pretty. i agreed. morgan doesn't get to weigh in on the instrumentals.

9. Bella (Reprise) by Native Culture

Oh Bella, you waited for me / Oh Bella, I am yours the way I always longed to be / No more dreaming at a distance that is far too much to bear / I'm abandoning my whole life just to breathe in your same air / Cause you've been standing on the shoreline, now I'll finally meet you there

(Re)Union: Both

A late addition to the playlist courtesy of Bekah. The original Bella is on the calart secondary playlist, but this one gets a spot HERE because it's so much more cinematic.

You remember the "Callie and Arthur part ways after her welcome home ball and spend weeks pining for each other and then when they both can't bear it anymore, Callie sends to Arthur to ask him to please come back for her and he's Already standing outside her bedroom window waiting to tell her he couldn't go one step further without her at his side and they run to meet each other on the stairway and it's the world's best kiss?" scene I mentioned earlier? This plays over that and then it plays AGAIN over their wedding day montage and ends with their first kiss as husband and wife as they get to start their lives together all over again, and. Yeah. Yeah.

10. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley / Nightly, beside the green, green grass /Swing, swing, swing the spinning step / You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh

We'll Be In Love...: Callie

They fell in love adventuring!!! It's just sweet outdoors imagery idk idk idk!!!!!!! And also . this song and the next one opening on fields of barley imagery. idk idk idk!!!!!!!!!!!

11. Fields of Gold by Sting

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? / Among the fields of barley / We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky / As we lie in fields of gold

We'll Be In Love...: Arthur

The outdoorsy imagery again!!! the barley!!!! Also the way this song tips into kids and growing old at the end, really bridging into the next part of the playlist about the "ever after" that follows "happily".

12. Band of Gold by Grey Havens

I'm never getting over you, no, I never will be over you / Yes, I threw away the key that bound my heart to yours / To the bottom of the sea, I don't need it anymore /There's no turning back for us, there's only moving forward

...For As Long As We Have: Callie

Callie got a whole lecture from her parents before she ever set out with the OG party about what it would Mean to give herself to Arthur. To a Human Man. When she's an Elf. She knows. She doesn't care. She'd rather lose him in love than out of it.

13. If We Were Vampires by Chester See

Maybe time running out is a gift, I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift / And give you every second I can find and hope it isn't me who's left behind / It's knowing that this can't go on forever / Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone / Maybe we'll get forty years together / But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

...For As Long As We Have: Arthur

from bekah: "can i put if we were vampires on it makes me want to die. IMAGINE ARTHUR SINGING THIS"

14. Ezra by Becca Vanderbeck

And honey, how I wonder what this life for you will be / Will it take you to the mountains? Will it take you to the sea? / Whether high upon the tallest peak or way down in the deep / Forever my baby, my baby you will be

To Theo: Callie

HE'S LITERALLY HER BABY BOY HER WORLD HER EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

15. Fight the Dragons by Norbert Leo Butz (Big Fish OST)

'Cause there's one more adventure waiting 'round another bend/ Where I fight the dragons and I storm the castles and I win a battle or two / But then a feeling comes like fifty thousand drums / All banging, "Bring my stories home to you"

To Theo: Arthur

I sent this to Bekah possibly before theo even had a name. It's soooooo. Theo looked up to Arthur and his heroics SO much as a kid. Walked around with a nerf sword replica of Arthur's broadsword constantly. Wore the Bannett Armor t-shirt threadbare. Played with the Arthur action figure until all the paint rubbed off.

And this is just ... Arthur loved that Theo loved it. Nothing could make him prouder. His boy! Following in his footsteps! That's all he's ever wanted really! Bonus points for fighting a dragon being how he and callie met.

16. The Tree by The Family Crest

And I'll be yours for all time / In time, you wrapped your roots around me, and how I found you in the weeds / You were the sea, and I was the soil, here in the earth, our roots they did coil / Entwined, now our hearts form a life, form a legacy

Legacy: Both (Callie?)

sent on discord at 6:14 am: "it's not a lot of Coherent thoughts but just like . the tree imagery as something that lives for hundreds or thousands of years if it's kept safe, and Callie with all the lifespan shit, and Arthur as the soil and the weeds and the things that are important but get grown away from in time and ALSO!!!! all the focus on memory and legacy and history for them both as Heroes TM but also as . literally royal lineage. and ALSO ALSO memory and history and legacy bc WITHIN CALLIES LIFESPAN they (Arthur and Theo) are Going to become memorials to her"

[moefongo]

Sorry for using an ask, but my app wouldn't let me make a submission for some reason. Writing through the block is always the best method, take that crap head-on. If you feel like it, what about how the various bachelor's react to the supposed death of builder (after they've been romanced) from the new update.

If you feel like it, no rush, and even if you don't, thanks anyway! Have a lovely day!

Don't worry anon, tumblr is weird like that. And yeah you're right I've even worked on really old asks i had half way through because i couldn't bring myself to write anything and its worked so far! And this is right up my alley since I do love some angst, though i wont write for Fang since I have a whole fic dedicated to this and Justice since I have something related to this for him as well, so I hope its ok w you!

Oh yeah and if you want a whole fic about any of these im down to do it lol

The bachelors (romanced) reacting to the builder's death (Part 1)

I'm putting this under a cut for spoilers!

(Also trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and mentions of suicide its nothing too explicit but i just want to make sure to tag things properly! If you want me to add any other tag let me know, thanks!)

Arvio

They had told him the night before that they had an important mission with the Civil Corps early in the morning and Arvio had a terrible feeling about it ever since they told him. He barely slept that night, he even prayed to the Light to keep them safe. Which is something he never does since Arvio isn't really a man of religion, but he really wanted them to be safe.

The next day, everything was normal and he hoped everything went well with the builder so he went to work as usual since he had no choice but to wait for them to visit him after the mission was over. They never really told him what it was, just that it was related to Logan. The morning passed quickly, but there was an unpleasant atmosphere in town that day. It wasn't even 1 pm when Justice told Arvio the terrible news. He had been the first to know and the town followed suit when Arvio's screaming and crying could be heard all over Sandrock. 

Arvio wanted to die in that same moment that Justice finished talking, he just wanted to run and jump off the same cliff they fell from and join them. He couldn't bear to accept the fact that they're gone. 

Things got so intense with Arvio that Fang had to go and sedate him. Fortunately the builder came back relatively unscathed aside from a few cuts and bruises and found out about what happened with Arvio and decided to stay with him until he woke up. 

Once he did, he swore that it was the builder's spirit visiting and since he was still a bit loopy he broke down to cry again despite the builder hugging him so he could feel that they were there with him. Then when he came back to his senses, Arvio refused to leave the builder alone and forbade the Civil Corps from taking them to dangerous missions again.

Burgess

This surely had to be a bad joke, Burgess knew nothing could happen to the builder. He had been praying all morning for their well being so it was impossible for them to have passed.

But no matter how many times Matilda or Miguel explained it to him, the poor soul always remained optimistic on their return, hoping that the builder would prove them wrong and come back to Burgess's side. 

 However deep down, way below that denial, Burgess knew that his prayers went unheard and that the Light abandoned him just when he needed it the most. He prayed and prayed for a safe return and all he got was condolences. 

 Burgess did cry and uncharacteristically questioned the Light's reason for their passing and no matter how many times Miguel or Matilda told him that it had been the Light's purpose, Burgess refused to accept it. In fact those words angered him, how could such a loving and benevolent deity let something so awful happen, especially to someone as good as the builder. 

But since the Light works in mysterious ways, the builder managed to scramble back to town before sundown. They were exhausted, roughed up and dirty and all they wanted was to nap with Burgess for a while. And despite everyone's concern to stay home they made their way back to the church where Burgess was still praying. 

 It was kind of dramatic, the builder swung the church doors open and surprised Burgess turned around to see who it was and as soon as he realized it was them he ran up to them, enveloping them in a gentle hug. Still wrapped in his hug, the builder couldn't help but to break down in tears as they apologized over and over for making him think they were dead. But he didn't care about that anymore, the builder was back and the Light was true to its word and brought them back safe and sound. 

Then they spent the rest of the day being taken care of by Burgess, who helped them get clean and comfy and then settled in to sleep with them. 

Ernest

He really hated this Podunk town and its lack of basic commodities, but the only one who made the stay worthwhile was the builder. He had high hopes of convincing them of ditching Sandrock and moving to Atara with him; he wanted to make sure they had everything their heart desired, including the best work opportunities. 

Unfortunately this silly little dream of his would be crushed when he found out the builder had died. Ernest was dumbfounded at the level of incompetence of the Civil Corps. He wasn't angry, he was fuming and it was damn sure that there would be hell to pay in Sandrock. 

By the time Unsuur left his apartment, Ernest was already writing a hefty letter, reporting the Civil Corps for their ineptitude.  It was a hefty letter, spanning at least three pages. Once that letter was done, he packed his bags hastily as he fought back tears.

For the first time, someone liked him for who he was and not for his wealth. They were kind, sweet and genuine, and they made Ernest a better person, and most importantly, they became that light in his life they were looking for and now that light is gone.

He spent less than an hour getting everything packed and made his way to the train station. He had finished buying the ticket for the next train to Atara when he saw the builder running back to the town. At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but as they approached, Ernest was able to recognize their form and instinctively ran to them, leaving his bags at the station.

Ernest ran as fast as possible and stopped the builder dead in their tracks. They looked like they had seen better days, but that doesn't matter now, they were right there in front of him and a sense of relief washed over him as he grabbed their hand and ran back to the station, he was now intending to buy a ticket for them and take them to Atara. He wasn't going to let them get hurt again in this town. But thanks to the builder's persuasion he ended up staying in Sandrock for now. However he was still going to send that letter after he edited out the parts where he stated that the builder was dead.

Miguel

Out of all the members of the church, he had to stand on the stage alongside Matilda, who gave out an eulogy for them. Miguel had to do his absolute best to keep it together as per Matilda's request but if it were for him he would've searched for their body instead. Miguel felt absolutely horrible at that moment, feeling as if his heart had been ripped right out of his chest, but perhaps it was the Light giving him the strength to stand there.

Though occasionally during the eulogy, he managed to catch on to comments others said about how he doesn't look devastated to know that his lover is dead. Fools they are, Miguel loves the builder more than anything, except the Light above. If they knew the pain he is going through right now, that ignorant bunch wouldn't dare to say such things. 

Thankfully, the Light performed a miracle in front of his eyes and the builder came in running towards the stage. Once up there they stopped to catch their breath since they had been running the whole way back. But before addressing the concerned citizens they hugged Miguel as tight as possible and in return Miguel let go of his typical decorum and simply broke down in tears as he held on to them for dear life. He didn't care if it made him look unbecoming of a minister to break down like this but his beloved builder was back and that was all that mattered.

 However he made sure to give the Civil Corps a stern lecture on safety procedures as well as on rescue procedures since he didn't want this to happen again.

Owen

How the hell did Justice allow something like this to happen? If Justice promised to keep them safe out on missions and he couldn't even do that? It was a simple request and Justice fucked it up. That day as soon as Justice came by to tell him the unfortunate news Owen broke down. He didn't know if he should cry or be angry. He didn't even let Justice finish talking and he was already screaming at Justice to leave the Blue Moon. It was rather rare to see Owen like this and even Grace who witnessed the whole thing. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Owen would start throwing things at Justice but luckily he ran off before Owen could throw a salt shaker at him. 

 Once Justice was gone, Owen dropped to his knees and began to cry inconsolably. Grace on the other hand was at a loss, she didn't know what to do with him at that moment since she obviously knew the builder was alright and she had to go meet up with them soon. So Grace suggested that they close the Blue Moon for the day since Owen wasn't in any condition to handle customers today. Somehow she managed to convince him and accompany Owen back to his place. 

Owen was silent on the way back to his house, except a few sobs here and there. Though it was a short walk he wanted to pretend he hadn't cried just moments ago, despite looking like a mess.  As soon as Grace shut the door she could hear Owen screaming and throwing things around his house. It devastated her to see him in this state but she couldn't do anything to comfort him for now. 

About half an hour later, Burgess knocks on Owen's door and surprisingly Owen opens the door telling the poor Burgess to leave without even hearing what he has to say. Still he insisted Owen came by the outdoor stage because Matilda would be giving an eulogy for them soon. Owen remained quiet as he closed the door on Burgess's face. 

After some consideration he washed his face and fixed himself to look presentable enough and headed out. Matilda's eulogy was lovely and Owen couldn't help but sob the whole time. Coincidentally Grace came back and stood next to him. She tried to cryptically let him know that the builder was on their way but he was too distraught to catch on and simply dismissed her comments as words of comfort. 

Thankfully the builder didn't take too long in coming back to town, and they were going to head to the stage but before that, the builder felt a pair of strong arms take hold of them and wrap them in a hug. It was Owen, and he was crying of joy seeing that the builder was there with him. Him being happy was an understatement, Owen was beyond ecstatic. He was holding the builder in his arms and refused to let them go, despite the builder trying to break free from his grip. 

Still though he was mad at Justice for what happened and if it weren't for Owen's busy schedule he would've gone and accompanied them in future Civil Corps missions just as a safety precaution. Or more likely Owen carried the builder so they don't get tired or hurt in any way. But he has to handle the Blue Moon so that only can happen in his dreams.

[mitmjrips]

How Walk into the Light Formed?

I told the story of my first album before. I talked about how it came about from mixtapes I was making at the time. I decided to take a little from each tape and make my own beats.

I have been reflecting a lot recently. I lost the motivation to record. I decided to create more content based on my writing. Today, I will share the origins of each song on the Walk Into the Light Album.

The album kicks off with two original tracks. “Feed the Right Wolf” was a freestyle I recorded walking home one day. I reworked it into an opening track. I was inspired by this site I found trying to quit porn. The site centered around this idea of the story of two wolves. I would run with this idea in later projects.

The second original song was Deep Hatred. I cut this song from the original release of Walk Into the Light. There's many versions of the album. The first one I ever released only had 15 of the 22 tracks I wrote. I decided not to release Deep Hatred because of the message. I wasn't as open as I am now with my work. It was a deep track that I didn't want to share.

Vice City started as a Dim Tim track. I wrote it for no particular album or mixtape. It was supposed to end on the fourth verse where I allude to suicide. I decided to add the final verse of leaving Vice City when I made it a Mit M J Rips song. It would later spawn tracks on later albums. I always really liked the original.

Sinner was an interlude that I added a chorus to. I was inspired by Kendrick Lamar to make my own interlude. I added verses later on to make it a full song.

Asmodeus was a song for Complete Honesty 3. I fucking loved that song. I had a J Cole beat that fit perfectly. I remade the beat and added this song to the album. Asmodeus is the demon known for lust. I read about him and decided to shape a song around the myth.

Alone was made for Complete Honesty extended play. I wrote it because I felt abandoned by my middle school friends. This would be one of my earliest Mit M J Rips songs.

4 A M is a song I made for Relapse Too. Originally, that album was all about overcoming porn. I wrote this song as my own version of 3 A M by Eminem.

New Life was also on Complete Honesty. When I say that I mean the mixtape not the new Complete Honesty I wrote years later. This introduced people to my new name. It was one of the few songs people really liked.

Dim No More was originally one verse. I made it for Complete Honesty. It was the closing track. Until, the mixtape wouldn't upload and then it became the second to last track. It was my statement that Dim Tim was over.

Sight was on Complete Honesty 2 Legend of Dim. It was originally a song based on Rap God’s beat. I opened with “Angels fight with devils. Here is what they want from me.” I used Rap God’s beat and had fun writing this track.

The Vision was originally on a project called Discerning. I texted the lyrics to my crush at the time. Originally, the song was for her. I rewrote it to be about Mary. The story of the track is true. Praying before Mass one morning, I saw her face.

Unmasked came from Complete Honesty. I had a sample of Nocturnal Rainbows by Hopsin. I added the final long verse to replace the Hopsin bit. It signals the start of the end for Dim Tim. Dim was known for wearing a mask. What that means literally or metaphorically is up to you.

Rise Above was made for this album. I read about how one person liked this song called Rise Above. I wanted to make my own version so I made this.

Washing My Eyes was another Complete Honesty 3 track. I wanted to write a song about cleaning my sight. I saw so many explicit things. I talk about looking lustfully at a girl and damn I still feel this song.

Good Samaritan was on the discerning record. It is based on the story from the Bible of the same name. I place myself in it. Everyone thinks they are the good Samaritan but sometimes you are the poor man.

Life Over Death was on Complete Honesty. It was a late night confession. At points, it reads like a suicide note. I think it is the most honest piece I have ever written. I hope the message hits home. I added a disclaimer before the track because I no longer feel the track represents me anymore.

King was on Discerning. It is my favorite chorus. I really don't have much to say. I declare kingship over my life. I no longer feel trapped by my demons.

Butterfly was also on Discerning. It is based on To Pimp a Butterfly. That album came out before Discerning. It also has to do with the Butterfly effect.

Instrument was a duet with a Salesian brother named Steve. We made the song to perform in a concert. That version was never recorded. We both did one verse and I kept the chorus he came up with. I made three extra verses when he couldn't record his own.

Journey was a song I wrote during this time making Walk into the Light. It was added back into Walk into the Light. It describes my Journey to rapping about God. It tells the story of how I got my first performance with Brother Steve.

Saints Wearing Jeans was on Discerning. I based this on a quote from the Pope. He called for normal people to become saints. He wanted the next Saint to wear regular clothes.

Walk into the Light was on Complete Honesty 3. It actually was two songs initially. The first two verses were called Mother. That is why I talked about Mary in the first two verses. The second part was called Heart On Fire. I took those two songs and made them Walk into the Light. Mother had Spacebound as the beat. Heart On Fire had a different outro and chorus based on This Little Light of Mine.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Dom reader x loud jack bright who got caught masterbating without reader's perms <3

Can the reader be female? Tysmm

Dr. Bright Getting Caught

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Dom reader, mentions of punishments but nothing off the wall, condescending, brat taming, MINORS DNI]

[AN: besides not making the reader solely female, here we are. Unless you were expecting the mommy dom thing, no, I'm pretty sure I wrote about that elsewhere. I'm,,, certain.]

What a bad boy. You told him specifically not to touch himself while you were away on your business trip and here he is, balls deep in his fleshlight dumping another load into it. He's moaning and groaning loudly, sweat beaded on his brow as he stutters his hips forwards again.

You could hear him as you walked down the hall to your bedroom. Tsking your tongue, you lean in the doorway. And you laugh at how surprised he is seeing you there.

"I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow-"

"Oh, so you could fuck that piece of silicone even more without my permission?"

He whines. "Reader-"

You narrow your eyes.

"Goddex, it was eight days. Eight. You couldn't have expected me to wait that long-"

"I gave you an order, that isn't up for contention," you remind him in a sing songy tone. "Get your cock out of that thing and wash up." You watch as he huffs and heads to the bathroom, the shower running. "Don't spend too long in there!" You call out. You get the bedroom ready to punish him. Spanking, probably. Perhaps writing a few things? Maybe you wouldn't let him have his favorite cookies for a few days after dinner, or the coffee he likes so much in the mornings. You hum softly as you watch the minutes tick by.

"I said don't take too long." And you're met with silence. "Jack?"

he pokes his head out from the shower curtain. "Why don't you come and get me?"

You knit your brows together. "Come on out of the shower this instant." When you see him stick his tongue out at you, you tsk once more and stand up. You quickly strip of your clothes and step into the shower, not caring how his lanky form looms over you. "Hands on the wall."

When he doesn't do it, you squint at him. "And I was possibly going to leave your morning pastry alone-" and just like that, his hands are on the wall and he's bent over under the shower water. You chuckle and lightly pat his ass. "Good boy. Now, how many times did you cum without my permission?"

"Only twice-" he hisses as you smack his bottom.

"Tell me the truth, Jack. I want to know how many in total over the Eight days I was missing."

He takes another smack. "Seventeen-" he finally chokes out.

You laugh as you slap his ass once more. "Seventeen? How on earth did you manage seventeen in eight days?" You coo at him and rub the marks on his skin before whispering in his ear. "I'm sorry Jackie, you know what happens to good boys who turn bad."

He sighs and rests his head against the tile, cock already hard from how you slap at him. "Do you want me to count out loud?" He asks meekly.

"Yes," you grin. You revel as he hisses, and moans softly at the pain and pleasure with ever smack, even giving him an extra for being so mouthy to you earlier. He's drooling slightly, not even caring how warm the water is on his skin. Still leaning against the wall, you reach your hands lovingly down his hips and wrap your hand around his cock. Your other hand reaches to turn off the water.

You pump his shaft a few times. "Back to the bed. You still need to show me just how sorry you are for breaking my rules."

He presses an almost needy kiss to your lips as he gets out of the shower, barely towels off and presents himself back on the bed. His legs are spread for you. His cock is already dripping precum on his stomach.

"Oh, that's presumptuous," you snicker, "but stay like that." You rummage around in the drawers and instruct him to play with his ass for a bit, letting his fingers stretch himself out. After finding his favorite butt plug, let him lube it up with his own cum, and some legitimate lube before slowly pushing it inside of him. You're cooing at how good he's being for taking it to the hilt.

Once you're certain he's taken it well and on the bed in the way you want, you tell him to tip his head back.

"How long would you say you lasted for each of those seventeen orgasms?" You hum as your knees walk up his body.

He gulps and gives you an estimate, making you chuckle. "Let me ride your face for that long, hm? And we'll see if you can cum again tonight."

Jack is blushing oh so deep, but his mouth salivates at the thought of tasting you.