#hopefully i can get these out but i dont have a title yet lol

[pinetreespants]

i think im starting to get more and more comfortable drawing these characters....

i finally been liking the Lamb i've been drawing T-T yaay

[trashytracktales]

omg I LOVE your writings, its my first time ever requesting one, hope u can write it (if u dont like it i would completely understand)

i was thinking about some lando thing, where his girlfriend is reading some spicy book and he accidentally reads some lines and the room gets hot lol, and when everything its done he is just the fluffiest boyfriend of the world

hope u are doing good🩵

By the book | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I genuinely had so much fun with this one, thank you so much for the request. Hopefully this is a nice first experience 😉🤍

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𐙚 summary ──── When boredom leads him to a new world, intense and full of possibilities, Lando wants to prove to his girlfriend that despite the perfect moments in her erotic books, the real deal is still better than fiction.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, established relationship, fluff & smut, descriptive language, fingering & oral ─ (f)receiving, unprotected sex, swearing, edging, teasing, roleplay elements, Max F. cameo.

𐙚 word count ──── 3.7k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 19, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── Guys! I’ve got a couple more one-shots coming your way before the year wraps up, and I just wanted to thank you all so much for your patience and support. It means the world to me 🤍

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THE FAINT GLOW from Lando’s monitors is the only light in the room, casting faint shadows over his side of the bed. It’s pretty late — later than it probably should be for him to start a streaming session — but Max insisted, and Lando figured it was either this or mindlessly scrolling through his infinite feed until falling asleep. His headset lies next to his keyboard, untouched, as he waits for his best friend to finish whatever pre-stream rituals he’s currently busy with.

From the en suite bathroom, the sound of running water echoes like ambient noise, muffled by the walls yet delicate, while his girlfriend showers. He glances at the door, thinking about how she had kissed him on the forehead just a few minutes ago, hair piled on top of her head in that messy bun he secretly loves. She had told him to have fun streaming, flashing him a sweet smile that made him wish she weren’t about to leave him alone to his boredom.

Lando sighs, spinning slightly in his chair, his gaze randomly falling to the nightstand on her side of the bed. A stack of books rests there unbothered, as it always does, each spine a different color. She goes through them so quickly that he can never keep up with what she’s reading now versus what she finished last week, that's why, normally, he doesn’t pay them much attention. But tonight, in the thick silence, with Max still not ready and the hum of the bathroom as his only company, he reaches for the book at the top of the stack.

The cover is intricate and inviting — soft, watercolor-like strokes of flowers in muted tones frame a bold, serif title. There’s no hint of what it’s about, and when he flips it over, the description on the back isn’t much help, either.

“Vague as hell,” he mutters under his breath after reading it.

He flips the book open, thumbing through the pages, noticing that she's halfway through it, with a scattering of sticky tabs peeking out from various places. A glance at the pages confirms his girlfriend’s habit of underlining sentences and jotting tiny notes in the margins. He smirks to himself, picturing her curled up on the couch, pen in hand, diligently marking her favorite parts, as she always does.

He stops at one of the tabs — a pink one — curiosity getting the best of him. The text beneath is neatly underlined, with a couple of notes scribbled faintly in the margin. His eyes skim over the words, and then he freezes, blinking at what he’s just read.

His hands roamed my bare skin with a deliberate slowness, mapping every curve, every dip. I gasped when his fingers dipped lower, teasing just enough to make me squirm beneath him. “Patience, my love,” he murmured against my neck, his voice rough with desire. “I'll give you what you need.”

Lando’s mouth goes dry, while his eyebrows shoot higher on his forehead. His fingers tighten slightly on the book as his eyes dart to the highlighted lines. She’s underlined “I'll give you what you need” and scrawled something next to it — he squints to make it out.

‘OMG. The tension here is insane,’ it reads, followed by ‘On. My. Knees’.

His pulse quickens, and he feels a flicker of heat low in his stomach.

Suddenly, Lando realizes how intimate it is to rummage through her annotations, as they are pure, unfiltered emotions, evoked by scenes that obviously awakened something in her when she read them, and now he feels way too guilty to continue.

But not enough to stop.

He flips ahead, stopping at another pink tab, as if he's on autopilot, guided by sheer curiosity alone.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, until there was no space left between us. His mouth was everywhere — on my lips, my collarbone, the sensitive skin of my nipples. I trembled as he kissed his way lower, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I moaned his name, breathless, as he looked up at me with a smirk that promised more.

Lando swallows hard. He shifts in his chair, hyperaware of the heat creeping up his neck. He tells himself to stop, to close the book and put it back, but he can’t seem to help himself.

“You liked that, don’t you?” he asked in a whispered tone. I whimpered in response, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body arched into his touch. “You did, my good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Keep being good, and you'll get to cu—”

He sucks in a sharp breath, snapping the book closed. His mind betrays him, conjuring images of her beneath him, her breath hitching the way it does when he teases her, her hands clutching at him as she whispers his name in pleasure.

His jaw clenches, and he drags a hand through his hair, all too aware of the way the air has changed inside the room. Luckily, the vibration of his phone on the desk jolts him back to reality. He startles, nearly dropping the book in his lap.

Scrambling to grab his phone, he sees a text from Max:

“Shit,” Lando mutters under his breath.

He rushes to put the book back where he found it, his movements momentarily clumsy. He’s acutely aware of the way his body feels now — tense, restless, hot — as he makes himself more comfortable in his chair, tugging his headset over his ears.

The monitor flickers to life as Max joins the call, his voice loud and cheery in Lando’s ear. “Finally, mate! Thought you fell asleep or something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando replies, his voice a little strained. “Let’s just get started.”

By the time she's done with showering and coming out of the bathroom dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and towel-drying her hair, Lando is fully immersed in his racing game. She pauses in the doorway, watching him for a moment with a small smile on her face, and he catches her eye briefly, following her as she crosses the room, the t-shirt swallowing her frame entirely. He gives her a quick nod before returning his focus to the screens, while she climbs onto the bed and grabs the book from her nightstand, settling in against the pillows to read.

At that, Lando finds himself smirking.

It’s hard not to, knowing what’s tucked between those pages now. His fingers twitch on the steering wheel, but he keeps driving, throwing himself into the rave to avoid getting distracted.

“Mate, you’re lagging behind,” Max calls out through the headset, breaking Lando’s focus.

“Yeah, mate. Don't worry, I’m here,” he replies, steering his car to catch up.

Time passes in a blur of laughter, strategy, and the occasional curse as he and Max trade wins and losses. At some point, she gets up from the bed, her book left open and facedown on the comforter. Lando watches out of the corner of his eye as she pads over to him, stopping just out of frame.

“Want some tea?” she asks quietly, her voice careful not to interrupt his live stream.

Lando glances up at her briefly, his lips curling into a small smile. His hand leaves the steering wheel, trailing to the back of her thigh, his fingers traveling up slowly, squeezing the soft curve of her ass.

“Yeah,” he whispers, the word leaving him on a smirk.

Her breath catches in her throat at his touch, and she shoots him a pointed look, though the pink dusting her cheeks betrays her.

She swats his hand away lightly, protesting quietly, “Behave,” before disappearing into the kitchen.

TWO HOURS LATER, the game session finally winds down. Lando thanks the chat, throws a parting joke at Max, and shuts down his stream with a satisfied sigh. He swivels in his chair to find his girlfriend still awake, her book now resting on her stomach while she scrolls idly on her phone.

She glances at him and smiles kindly, watching as he heads to the bathroom, but when he gets back a few minutes later, he’s wearing nothing but a fresh pair of boxers and a wide smile. His skin glows faintly from the shower, and water droplets cling to the sharp angles of his collarbone.

Lando approaches the bed slowly, his gaze fixed on her. She looks up from her phone as he slides in beside her, his presence warm and familiar. Without a word, he takes the book from her stomach, his fingers brushing hers lightly as he closes it and sets it back on the nightstand. Then, he leans down, brushing his lips over hers in a kiss that’s soft but full of intent — definitely not the kind that he uses to send her to sleep. Quite the opposite. It makes her hum against his lips, her hand coming up to rest lightly on his chest as she kisses him back.

“You’re still wet,” she notices, pushing Lando lightly to look at him.

When he pulls away, his voice drops, small but teasing. “We can both be,” says Lando.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, “Yeah, not tonight, buddy. You took too long, and I’m sleepy from all the reading.”

“Come on, just wrap your legs around my waist, and pull me closer, until there is no space left between us,” he murmurs the words deliberately.

For a second, her heart skips a beat, her eyes widening slightly as she registers his sentence. Blood rushes to her cheeks and beyond, her pulse quickening.

“What?” she asks, giving him a puzzled look.

Lando’s smirk deepens. He leans closer, letting his breath fan over her ear as he continues, his tone overly suggestive. “What? You don’t want my mouth everywhere? On your lips, your collarbone, the sensitive skin of your nipples?”

Her breath hitches, and her lips part in surprise. Her mind starts spinning as the words he’s quoting — the ones she underlined so carefully in her book — fall from his mouth.

“Lando,” she says cautiously, her voice shaky.

“Hm?” he asks innocently, his fingers ghosting over her hip beneath the t-shirt. “I hope it's okay, I’m just trying to remember what you liked so much. What else was there? Something about… good girls?”

She swats at his chest, but there’s no real force behind it. “You’ve been reading my stuff!”

His laughter is quiet, but there’s heat in his gaze as he leans down to kiss her again, this time deeper, as if he has a purpose.

When Lando pulls back just enough to catch her gaze, his eyes are glinting with mischief. His hand trails up her side, his thumb slowly brushing the soft curve of her waist through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

“And? What’s that about, baby?” he asks. “Don't you want to be my good girl?”

She lets out a soft laugh, a mix of flustered and amused, and presses a hand to his chest. “For the record, you’re not allowed to touch my books anymore,” she says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably when her cheeks flush under his intense gaze.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawls, leaning closer, his lips brushing her skin. “I think I learned a lot. Like how you’re into being told what to do, and being touched like this,” he continues, tracing the pads of his fingers up and down her body.

“Lando,” she protests, but her voice wavers, her breath hitching when his teeth graze the sensitive spot just beneath her earlobe.

“You marked all the good bits for me,” he says, his mouth trailing along her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses there. “Made it so easy, really.”

She shakes her head, trying to maintain her composure, but the warmth of his lips and the purposeful way his hands roam her body make it impossible. “You’re being ridiculous,” she whispers.

“And you’re so cute when you’re blushing,” he counters, his lips hovering just above hers. His tone shifts, teasing, giving way to something more profound. “Just know that if you ever want to recreate something from your books... all you need to do is ask, yes?”

Her breath catches as Lando’s fingers find the hem of her t-shirt and tug it upward. She lifts her arms without hesitation, letting him pull it over her head and toss it aside.

“And if you can't tell me, just underline the scenes,” he continues, smirking down at her. “I'll figure it out.”

“Lando…” her voice is much softer now, her eyes searching his, but he silences her with another kiss. Slow and lazy, his tongue dancing with hers on a rhythm only they know.

His hands move over her bare skin, stopping on her waist, then continuing until one of them curls around her neck, “My good girl,” whispers Lando against her lips, echoing the words from her book. “What should I do with you?”

She laughs softly, but it turns into a gasp as his lips leave hers, trailing down over her collarbone, while he squeezes lightly at her neck. He pauses to nip at the delicate dip at the base of her throat, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. She smells like her vanilla body lotion, a faint scent that drives him wild.

“You don’t—” she tries to say something, but his mouth moves lower, and her words dissolve into a soft moan as he presses kisses across the swell of her breast, moving his hand on top of it to squeeze the flesh there.

“Relax, baby,” he says, looking up at her briefly, his expression a mix between adoration and pure need. “Just let me play by the book, yeah?”

Her cheeks burn at the intensity in his gaze, but she doesn’t look away. Her hands find his shoulders, holding onto him as his kisses travel lower, across her stomach, his tongue darting out to trace wet patterns against her skin.

When he reaches the waistband of her shorts, he glances up again, his fingers toying with the elastic. “Can I?” he asks softly, his voice full of want.

She nods, her breath shaky, and lifts her hips to help him slide them down her legs.

Lando kisses along her inner thighs, taking his time, savoring the way her body reacts to every little, torturous touch. She’s already trembling under him, anticipation coiling in her stomach as he hooks his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs wider.

“So ready for me, hm?” asks Lando, reaching for a pillow, and sliding it beneath the small of her back, adjusting her gently until she’s perfectly positioned for him. “Every time I open your pretty legs, fucking hell.”

She nods, chewing on her lower lip as she feels his hot breath falling over her skin. The first swipe of his tongue along her slit has her gasping, her head falling back on the mattress, unable to keep her eyes on him. Lando groans, the sound reverberating through her, his movements teasing, as always.

Her hands find his hair, threading through the damp strands as she arches toward him, desperately wanting to feel the heat of his tongue on her.

He looks up, his lips glistening while smirking. “Better than your book so far?”

“Mhm,” she breathes, her voice catching as he dips lower, his tongue working in a rhythm that has her eyes rolling.

He breathes heavily as he runs his tongue over her clit, teasing her hole with the tip. It's too much for her, yet still not enough to make her body shudder, but only ache for more instead. Luckily, Lando doesn’t stop, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as he gives himself entirely to her, the soft sounds she makes driving him on.

Patiently, he brings his fingers between her folds, opening her even more, little by little. When he pushes in the second finger, she moans his name again, which encourages him to curl them inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around him, the sound alone making him so painfully hard.

Lando’s mouth doesn’t leave her for a long while, drawing every gasp, every shudder from her as if it’s his life’s purpose. His tongue flicks, teases, and presses, his movements confident and practiced but still reverent, like he’s savoring her in a way words could never describe.

She’s close, and Lando knows it from the way her thighs tighten around his shoulders, and the way her fingers tug at his hair, grounding herself as the pleasure builds higher and higher. It makes him hum against her wetness, the muffled sound forcing a loud gasp out of her. But right when she approaches the edge, his mouth pulls away, leaving her breathless and shaking.

“Why did you—Lando!” she starts to protest, but her words are cut off when he moves up her body, kissing a heated trail along her stomach, her breasts, and up her neck.

“Patience, baby,” he whispers, the word heavy with intent. “Isn’t that what your book said?”

She squeezes her eyes shut, her breath hitching as she remembers the very scene he’s playing out now. “I couldn’t care less about my book right now, Lando.”

He smirks, his hand sliding between her legs to tease her hole again, his fingers brushing over her sensitive heat with a featherlight touch. “Tell me what you want, then. I want to hear you say it.”

Her heart pounds, her mind is spinning, and the tears are so close from slipping out of her eyes. He's still quoting her stupid book, when he should be fucking her into oblivion instead. Even though now those words feel entirely different coming from his mouth, spoken in that low, rough voice that sends shivers down her spine, only makes her cry in protest when his fingers keep playing with her clit. The pressure he applies is measured enough to just keep her on the edge, but never pushing her over it.

“I want you,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Need you, please.”

“And if I ask you, pretty please, to say it again, will you?” his soft voice forces another moan to slip from her lips, his fingers dipping into her pussy, slow and teasing, feeling her walls constricting around them.

She nods, swallowing hard, “You,” she repeats, louder this time, her hips rolling against his hand. “I want you.”

Lando hums in approval, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he leans down to kiss her, his fingers moving with more intent now. “So good for me, aren't you?” he asks against her lips, and the words make her whimper, heat pooling in her belly.

It doesn’t take long for him to position himself between her thighs, his body fitting against hers like they were made for each other. Unfortunately, he takes his time, teasing her with his length, dragging himself over her wetness, his eyes never leaving hers.

“So good and needy, is that why you read those books?” he asks, mostly curious than anything. “You need something to keep you stimulated all the time? Because if that's the case, we can—”

“Please, Lando,” she begs, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, while breathing heavily.

He chuckles, satisfied, “I've got you, baby, you know I do.”

His restraint snaps at her plea, and he pushes into her hard yet measured, his gaze locked on hers as he fills her inch by inch. Her head falls back, a broken moan spilling from her lips as he bottoms out, his hips flush against hers.

“Fuck, you wrap around me so good,” he mutters, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He waits for her to adjust, his hands running soothingly over her thighs, her waist, and her breasts.

“Move,” she whimpers, her voice breathless as she drags her nails over his back.

He obeys, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that has her arching beneath him, her body responding to his every thrust. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that’s as much about love as it is about hunger — a desperate desire to show her that he can be whatever she needs him to be.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathes against her mouth. “Every inch of you.”

Her body rises to meet his with every thrust, their movements fluid and desperate as the tension coils tighter and tighter. His name falls from her lips like a prayer, and he drinks it in, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on her neck once again.

“Lan…” she cries out, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper inside her.

“Yes, baby. Wanna hear you,” he continues, his hand slipping between them to find the bundle of nerves that has her crying out again, her body trembling beneath him as his thumb circles around her clit. “Let go for me, come on.”

She shatters beneath him, her release washing over her in waves as she clings to him, her nails raking down his back. He follows moments later, her name a rough groan on his lips as he spills into her, his body shaking with the force of it.

This will always be better than anything, she realizes — better than any fantasy, any scenario, and any book. Just them, sharing each other in every possible way, then taking their time to come down. Together.

Their bodies are still tangled when Lando asks, “So? Was it better?” his voice is rough, but playful as he brushes a strand of hair from her face.

She laughs, her cheeks flushed, and pulls him down for one more kiss; of course he knew what she was thinking about.

“I think it might’ve been,” she teases.

“Oh? Might’ve?” Lando scoffs, his grin widening. “Guess we’ll just have to try again and make sure, then.”

Thank you for reading!

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© trashy track tales, 2024

[naumin]

november updates

ok so i know november ended yesterday, i did think about titling this post december updates but i know december will be a whole different beast for me... just let me have this... it's been a really long time since i sat down and talked about all my recent projects and goings on!!!! so in case you missed what i've been up to, read on... :)

the free Laios/Marcille fanthology I organised is OUT!!! no tall towers to climb (https://naumin.itch.io/laimar) came out November 10th, and erm only 5 days later than scheduled... it's a big boy at 112 pages with contributions from 14 fans !! I had so much fun organising this and was really touched by the love and care ppl put into their works... fans are so powerful... it's free to download and read digitally or even print and bind your own copy (I am really excited to see your printed and bound copies if you have made them please dont hesitate to @ me...) I love books.. i love making books...

I don't have plans to organise a Volume II however I did start writing a post of my process to maybe help and encourage anyone else who'd like to start a project like this one. It got really lengthy though and I wasn't sure if it was helpful to anyone lol so when I have a minute I really gotta go and edit that thing down

also nobody asked me but the title is based on a poem by 12thc warrior poet Xin Qiji. i guess the tower reminded me of their dungeon misadventures hehe.

also did i mention it's FREE! !!!!!!!

7 months of subscribestar I've officially been making new posts on substar every single week since May ! It's been really fun tbh and I don't have plans of slowing down yet :) I really appreciate everyone who's visited and it makes a huge difference even just subscribing for 1 month or 2, just having that little extra to help out on months where I can't take as many commissions or I'm sick or away from home etc! You may have noticed I've added a tip jar tier ($2.5) for those who can't manage the $6 sketchbook tier... on principle I wanna make it lower but after fees it'd be zilch and I am kind of like if you have $2... maybe hold onto that. lol. maybe use that somewhere else. you can always make 1-time donations through substar or ko-fi (yeah, I have one...) my next projects...

Ballet Yuri Year One, the compilation book of one year of works on Ilze & Evangeline, whos 1st birthday was in September and I haven't had time to look at the files since October but I will look at them again soon-- last spot I left it, it was at least 30 pages... I think it will definitely be double that and could possibly be triple that (omg).

NERD SEX VOLUME III my annual NSFW sketchbook which traditionally comes out around January/February! I'm delusional that this one will be the simplest to put together and so it might be the next thing you see from me. It will be available for all subscribers as soon as it's ready. I also gotta remember to upload Nerd Sex I & II at the same time. for those who dont wanna subscribe, you can get 50% off Nerd Sex I & II in the meantime now :) also i forsee about 300% more lesbians in Nerd Sex III. It's the year of the dyke.

A collaborative NSFW anthology coming next year. This one has a longer production period to give everyone time to work and give me time to get organised lol. Hopefully you'll hear more about this one in the new year! It's for the boys and the ppl who love boys <3

the issues oh my god I've been having technical issues with my ipad the last month. I keep getting random lines and marks while drawing in procreate ! A lot of people said it could be my sweater or hand or case touching the screen while I draw but I don't think that is it, plus it's only started recently. It's not my pen and it's not my settings. it apparently COULD be a technical issue with my ipad model which would suck cuz I got this refurbished (from Apple still) so do i have like..... warranty? will they repair it for me :S? idk. I'll have to look into it though sooner or later cuz it's driving me bananas and slowing my output! AGH! I pray she heals on her own overnight. amen.

commissions I am NOT taking any new commissions in December (unless you are a $10 subscriber) but I am still doing the KISS YCH which also has a very cute wintery version up for this month only lol. same price! check it out if you wanna see your pookies under the mistletoe <3 would make a great present to you or someone u know...

alright that's all. thanks for reading my updates post. did anyone read this whole post besides me? thanks for being there for a while whilst i talked to myself before you presumably left and did something more fun and enriching. i love you.

[kosmicdream]

What does your planning process look like? You mentioned not usually doing a full script, do you do something like page 57) knives get stabbed page 58) knives stabs the other guy page 59) intense backstory reveal or is it structured in a different way?

(replying to old ask, hope you dont mind!)The way I structure my scripts is in a very different way. For starters, I’ve never broken down it by panels/pages, as that comes when I am finally sketching them to give me more flexibility with pacing. It also just doesn’t make sense for me to, as I haven’t drawn them yet. The way I have constructed my scripts has changed a lot over the many years or making comics, but that hasn’t ever been part of the process. My scripts are written scene by scene, and broken down by character action/dialogue, sometimes including both and are written in script style. Sometimes I include notes for lore or something to keep in mind for myself, that might be a visual detail or something about an expression I want to remember. I don’t always write dialogue but I usually keep a rough draft of the dialogue exchange or purpose of what might say so i understand the goals intended, or include jokes I want to remember. The dialogue usually changes the most even if the end result functions more or less the same, just because of how the panels end up being drawn in the end usually changes up the flow and I will have to accommodate that. I break down the comic script scene by scene, then section by section, and usually end up with about 8-10 parts to a comic script and each of those parts can vary in page number of script. Its not exact, but usually 25 pages of script is about 250-300 pages of comics. FFAK comic scripts have been, when I write them, over 50 pages. But I chapter 16 is going to hopefully be the last of these, as its 47 pages long and I have made the other chapter scripts in arc2 around 20-30 pages long instead. Most NRD scripts barely reach 20 pages, but those sometimes have been even shorter as I tend to prioritize slow paced scenes, which don’t really require me to write a lot in script format.  They read more or less like a script for a screenplay for a movie but a lot rougher since I don’t need to polish these more than what i need. When I finish a scene I will grey out the text to make it easier to find where i left off. When the scene is done, I mark a date when it finished so i can see my progress at a glance. I slowly transitioned into writing scripts around chapter 10-12 but only fully was writing them by 13. I also only had a rough outline for NRD before I started to full scripts, although I can’t remember when that process also happened. It was probably chapter 2 or 3 though. Now, all of NRD/FFAK are written out this way until the end, but I still make edits along the way (mostly for FFAK, as its so long) to change up the pace of chapters and make things more compact.

(example of the top of the script to track progress, this ones for chapter 16! i have hidden the titles for parts 10-12 lol)

[shinahbee]

BL Semes Tier list

Okay this is inspired by my last post on un popular opinions on BL characters and some one decided to make a tier list for ranking the “Semes/ Tops” lol. I decided to rank mine with only ones that I have read, there are ones that I know the character through osmosis but I haven’t read it at all so I won’t be including those.

there is also a Uke tier list so I might rank those too!

again if you are offended by people talking crap about your favorite character maybe not read any of my posts cause that can’t be avoided here.

but let’s be real for a sec...the actual challenge is me remembering all these people’s names LMAO.

so how I ranked my list was red flag to green....lol not really but it turned out that way. the highest tier is the spicy-nice tier and if you have followed me for a long time I have named my favorites “ spicy- nice “ because they are neither bad boys or good boys entirely and they have that extra something that makes you go...huh? 

Spicy-nice tier:

dooshik -Pearl boy

hyunwook- Secondo piatto

taekyeom- Omega complex

wolfgang- kings maker

Giovanni - Hold me tight

hyorung- don’t get me wrong boss

yoonseul - the third ending

Like I said they all have that extra something that separates them from the next ranking of just being the “nice guy” they have parts of them that are imperfect but does not let that affect the relationship with their partners.

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Good personality but need more development:

woowon- the pizza delivery man and the gold palace

sunyul - Love tractor

jinseng - path to you

seheon- No moral

woon - between the stars

yohan - liveta

jekwon- butler

sunghyun- the origin of species

Dahyeok- killer crush

Hoin- Lucky paradise

Taejun- Unintentional love story

inhyun - insatiable man

reok- willow love story

seowoo- seeing double

holy crap I forgot some of these characters names and even the title, lol its been so long since then. but hopefully these are all right. But these character are great in personality but I feel as though they don’t have a lot of character development yet or was not expanded, which is what disconnects me from them and if that is explored later on they might moved up in rank since I would know them a lot better.

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Don’t feel one way or another:

Howon - runway hit

byeol’s brother...lol. I dont know his name I think its hesung..- Between the stars

Jaeyoung - semantic error

jiwoon - my suha

seongho- painter of the night

Jaeshin- the ghosts nocturne

tsukiyama... lol. I’m kidding but I forgot his name for real - Dine with a vampire 

cain- your to claim

taekung..I think lol- Love or hate

Jaewoo -seeing double

so as you can see I don’t feel one way or another, this is due to the fact that I either prefer one character over the other in the same series or in most cases I dropped the entire series and I don’t care about any of the characters. If I don’t know thier names I usually give them nicknames lol. 

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looks better than their personality:

wooyeon - Love history of willful negligence

Ilay - passion

Nakwon - beware of the full moon in march

Jaehyuk - limited run

sehan- shadow realm

ajusshi - dangerous convenient store

like I said 10/10 for looks 4/10 for personality. some of these protags are really shitty and I’ll talk about some of them in my monthly favorites but they just have that personality that I hate (ajusshi is an exception, I just don’t prefer his personality, he isn’t bad ) even though they are good looking fellas.

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NOPE:

juwon- Love or hate

yoojin - Turn off the camera

Yawhi- Yours to claim

sungyeon - even if I don’t love you...forgot the title

Jaekyung- jinx

ilmo - blind play

jiwon- BJ alex

seoreok - Chess piece ( not that he is bad, I just don’t find him attractive lol)

I don’t think I need to explain really but no means no and sometimes these characters would not take no for an answer and sometimes do despicable things, physical and mentally assault either their partner or people in general...yeah not the most ideal type, but some people love them like their lives depend on it and I worry for them.lol.

the thing that separates the not so good personalities from the nope tier is that there is something about those characters that motivate them to do the things they do..even if it makes them despicable eg. wooyeon is a good example of a sociopath that does not understand peoples actions and feelings towards him which makes him able to get away with punching someone in the face with a smile on and just walking away like nothing just happened. some of the people they do that to are worse than scum...so who is bad person here? 

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anyways, that was fun, I need to do an updated BL tier list soon cause I have read more since that time and let me tell you...rankings have changed.

hope you enjoyed and if you feel the same let me know. 

[writersprocrastinators]

Introduction!

Hi yall! Name is Bell F. Archer, but you can call me Archie and I'm a writer who has decided to make a blog for my work! I've never made one of these so here we go!

I post mostly on Instagram under @writersprocrastinators but I hope to post longer works here, updates on my WIPs, any random prompt I see, and hopefully receive tons of asks and prompt requests. I'm 26 living in the US, I enjoy many different TV shows, but I loved shows like Chuck, Bones, Castle, most of the MCU works, iZombie, Family Guy, the 100, Wynona Earp, Motherland: Fort Salem, Lucifer, ATLA, Walking dead universe, honestly the list is never ending it would be easier if yall asked if I've seen it and I'll say yes or no lol. Hope you enjoy this intro!

I'll follow your accounts from this account seeing as its my only and main account.

I however will not follow if you're under 18, or if you have no age on your blog. As another warning, this blog will contain some material that may not be suitable for underage viewers, nothing too intense but better safe than sorry. I am not responsible if you read something you should not have, and all mature content will be marked as such!

♤ About me ♤

I'm relatively new to setting up a blog on Tumblr for this purpose so if there's any tips, please send them my way!

I like fictional works ranging from crime dramas, romance, fantasy, and others like dystopian works. Honestly, I don't read nearly as much as I could, but I write a lot and enjoy fan fictions! I find fan writing to be fun to read because the writing styles tend to feel very different between all writers, for the same base content. Reading each authors twists on a particular moment is pretty inspiring! It's hard to explain, but I I love to read it, but I don't particularly write it and would love to chat about it! I'm always looking to follow blogs that post anything writing related.

♤About this blog♤

This blogs purpose is for any and all of my writings/poems/stories and whatever else I write. I'll hopefully start doing some OC introductions, world building, or any art that can connect to my works. For example, one of my WIPs has a map that I've been working on, and I've also been trying to teach myself how to draw in order to draw the OCs out (it's very hard and I'm having a hard time lol).

I'm open to asks, prompts, questions, and messages, but do keep it respectful, I don't find wasting my time to be something I enjoy. If you have any advice or recommendations please also let me know! If you'd like something written for you, in a fictional sense not an essay or something lol, I will gladly look into it!

All writing done here is entirely my own, written by me and for me. Please do not copy my work anywhere else © copyright notice is below and on this page. I hate that I even have to say this, but people steal content so often and I just dont want the headache.

♤How my writings will work♤

Not all of my work is connected, but a lot of them are part of the same "series", specifically the poems are. They’ll be tagged as the same series. The WIPs are not connected, but they both have tons of similar callbacks and subtle author references.

Most of the poems are within a part of a series, and the characters for the "conversations" are generally the same people unless I say otherwise.

♤What you can expect to see♤

On this blog you can expect to see plenty of poetry, prose, short works, and maybe even excerpts of my WIPS. Let me know what you prefer to see!

♤About my WIPS♤

Whatever Means Necessary (working title)

This is a crime drama fiction, that is by far my oldest work. It's got a dash of romance but for this one it's less and more subtle, due to its nature. Part 2 has a bit more of it, but that WIP is very far from happening. It's been in progress since 2011 about, and I have yet to finish it, hence the procrastinators part. This one is about 3-5 chapters from being done! Its all the editing that's gonna get me.

I would rate this as a new adult fiction.

Some tropes in WMN are spies, futuristic weapons, angst, life changing family news, discovering family, family nemesis, casual drug and alcohol use, slow burn (like glacial), found family, betrayal, symbolism, and besties.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, attempted SA, death, cursing, sexual scenarios

Fallen (working title)

This is a fantasy/dystopian & adventure fiction that is newer and has many more moving parts, lore, descriptions and OCs. This one is not even close to being fully written out, but is plotted out fairly well. I learned my mistake with no outline this time around.

I would rate this again, as a new adult fiction. But too mature for young adult, not quite mature enough to be adult.

Some tropes in Fallen are enhanced human abilities, zombie-esque creatures, mythical creatures and beings, monsters, reinvented military, dystopian governments, utopian governments, romance, not so slow slow burn, extreme angst, character death, defying destiny, defying fate, mental health exploration, race discussions and combating aggressions, found family, gender and sexuality exploration, positions of power, morally grey characters, betrayal, and symbolism.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, mentions and attempts of SA, major and side character death, cursing, sexual scenarios, murder, illness, heavy casual drug and alcohol use. This work is considerably grittier.

Hope you enjoyed the Intro! First post is coming within the next few days!

Have a beautiful one, Bell.

© Bell F. Archer, Tumblr and writersprocrastinators, 2024.

[redcrowz]

Do you have any idea how old the Orca Squad is because I, for the life of me, can’t figure it out because Quint is old enough to have been in ww2, Brody has a wife and young children, and Hooper is out of college (undergrad or grad I have no idea but that makes a big difference) and yet they all look like they’re in their 40s to me 💀

no canonical ages other than Middle Aged Adult Portrayals does make this tricky but i got some goods that hopefully help you, thank god for headcanons

tl;dr

brody is 42 ("canon" through screenplay and actor age)

quint is 47-48 (just through logic- through actor age and calculations, technically "headcanon")

hooper is in his 30s (35 for me specifically- just through understanding college formatting + the system and what makes the most sense considering the context and what has been said + implied, VERY much headcanon)

i mostly factor in the actor's ages during portrayal and also other jaws media into the thing, unfortunately i havent read the jaws novel yet but i may revisit this if ages come up in the novel (or someone whos read it says they have)

first off with the easiest one: brody who is said to be 42 in this screenplay, which is a believable Dad Age and lines up with scheider's age and him beginning to be a dad at ~30 would be reasonable

michael's actor was 11-12, sean's was 6-7

second one is just moreso implications and just lots of calculating with quints age

On November 11, 1942, Congress approves lowering the draft age to 18 and raising the upper limit to age 37.

the uss indianapolis shark attack happened during 1945, so quint couldve easily been 18 during the time- and considering he mentions how Terrified he was to the point where he obsessively shark hunts, having that trauma inflicted with him at such a young age would really, really fuck him up

and it also lines up with his actor's age, shaw was born in 1927, making him 18 in 1945 and 47-48 in 1974/1975

now hooper... richard dreyfuss was 28 when he was depicting hooper

i take Much More Creative Liberties with hooper's age primarily for comfort bc an age gap between the ages of 28 - 42 - 48 can be unnerving bc those are quite the age gaps but its Fine, so hooper's more of a range in my head but ill be more Clear with what i think after explaining this

first: you need 4 years for bachelors, additional 1 year for masters, which is needed to be marine biologist researcher, and of course these dont need to be back to back bc College Gap Years and flexibility- the woods hole oceanagraphic institute both offers undergrad and grad programs

in the screenplays it was much more apparent that hooper was a student rather than a graduate or anything else, but i think if we're still sticking with the college student route (considering quint calls him a college boy, though it could either be him being a college student OR a graduate, so take that as you will), id imagine it'd be for his masters

nothing much was said about his position in the movie other than "expert", but i interpret this as a professor bc "full professors" have expertise and can still be considered a "college boy" despite the title, and could be dedicated enough to his field to get the rank being below the average age

"Very few people become Full Professors before the age of 40"

but it is possible!

if you want my personal interpretation, i really dont see hooper as 28 (ik facial hair does that to a mf but it really doesnt make me believe hes that young LMAO) and neither a student (i dont blame ppl who do take him as a 28 year old student considering the actor age tho)

i see him more as a (full) professor in his 30s, probably some sort of prodigy if we're thinking early 30s, or just the Standard Expert if we're thinking later 30s- he works hard in either even if he is a rich boy LOL

hes also commented looking "young" so i dont wanna go over 40 though that could be viable considering Average Full Professor Age

averaging in my brain, ill consider his age 35 with Personel Headcanons

he couldve taken gap years! college and working in the field such as marine biology is hard as balls So

hope that helps! ^^

[sunsetlixie]

Take Care of You- Felix/reader smut

Felix wants to try being dominated, and you’re more than willing to indulge.

sub!felix and dom!female reader

word count: 4,759

warnings: none? just typical smut things (language, generally dirty shit) and also this isn’t really a warning but Felix has a mommy kink in this lol

A/N- this is my first time ever posting on tumblr so the layout may be kind of weird?? this is also the first skz smut ive written so hopefully it isn’t terrible!! also i’m thinking about turning this into a multiple part thing if people actually like it!!

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Felix had gotten done with a long day at the studio and he was in a weird mood. You two were lying in bed watching a show, and Felix was cuddled up to your side, playing with one of your hands distractedly. Now, your boyfriend was always very affectionate, even with his friends. That’s just who he is, he enjoys physical contact with people. But tonight he was being downright clingy. From the second he got home he was all over you, hugging you from behind in the kitchen while you made dinner, following you everywhere you went, sitting right next to you on the floor while you worked on school work at your desk. Now that you’d settled in for the night, he was trying to be as close to you as possible, every time you shifted positions he’d go with you so you kept touching. Now he readjusted himself so his head was on your chest and one of his legs was thrown over yours, and you sighed as he nuzzled his head into your chest, obviously wanting your attention.

“What’s up tonight Lix?” you asked, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. You felt him shiver as you pushed your hand through his blonde locks, and he shut his eyes for a moment.

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly.

“You’re being very...affectionate tonight, more than usual.”

“I just want to be close to you,” he said, opening his eyes again and looking up at you. You smiled back at him when you saw his cute little face, his cheeks slightly red and his hair disheveled from you messing with it.

“Okay, just making sure nothing’s wrong,” you said, leaning down to rest your head on top of his. Sometimes when Felix was upset, he would be extra cuddly and clingy.

“Nope, nothing’s wrong,” he said, turning his attention back to the tv. You weren’t convinced though, because after a while you were starting to notice Felix getting fidgety, shifting his position frequently and squirming a bit. You noticed his discomfort and thought for a second that maybe he wasn’t feeling well, which made you worry again that something was wrong.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting a little strange,” you said, turning down the tv and looking down at your boyfriend. Felix brought a hand up to wipe tiredly at his eyes, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, I just,” he started, ending his sentence with a sigh.

“Just what? Did something happen today?” you asked worriedly.

“No! No, today was fine.”

“Then why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset, y/n, it’s just,” he started, looking away from you. You grabbed his hand to reassure him. “I just wanted to talk to you about something,” he said quietly. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you asked.

“Well it’s kind of...it’s kind of embarrassing,” he admitted, bringing his hands up to hide his face.

“What do you mean?” you asked, reaching up and pulling his hands off of his reddening face.

“I don’t know, it’s just embarrassing to talk about,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed talking to me about anything, baby, I’m not going to judge you.” you said gently.

“I know, it’s just...I don’t want you to think I’m weird,” he said.

“You’re starting to freak me out, just tell me.” you laughed. Felix smiled nervously.

“I saw something and I want to try it,” he said, playing with his hands anxiously.

“What was it?” you asked. He bit his lip and looked down at his hands.

“Well it was a video, like a...you know,” he said. You smiled at his confession, he was so cute when he was nervous.

“What did the people in the video do?” you asked quietly, looking at him as he continued not making eye contact.

“Ugh, I hate talking about this, it’s so embarrassing,” he said, yet again burying his head in his hands.

“Why don’t you show me the video?” you asked. Felix’s eyes widened.

“You mean like, we watch it together?” he asked. You nodded.

“How am I supposed to know what they did in the video if I haven’t seen it?”

“O-okay,” Felix said, reaching over and grabbing his phone off the bedside table. Anticipation rose in your chest as he opened his browser and typed in the url to a very nsfw website. He eyed you nervously as the website loaded and you nodded to him, telling him it was okay to continue. He typed in a few words and pulled up a video titled “mommy takes care of her baby boy.” Your eyes widened in shock at the title, it was not at all what you were expecting him to pull up. Felix noticed your expression and threw his phone down on the bed, bringing his hands back up to cover his face in embarrassment.

“I knew you were going to think it’s weird. Forget about it, nevermind,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands. You reached up and pulled his hands away from his face, not wanting him to feel embarrassed asking you to try something new.

“Hey. Look at me,” you said gently, tilting his chin so he was looking you in the eye. “I don’t think it’s weird. I never said that. I was just surprised is all. If this is something that you really want to try then I’m more than willing to try it with you,” you assured him. He swallowed harshly and broke eye contact again.

“I don’t know, this is so awkward, y/n. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’ve told you before, anything you want to try is fine with me. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about what you’re into.” You reached over and grabbed his phone off the bed, the video still on the screen. You looked at Felix, asking silent permission to press play. He gave a small nod and you tapped the screen to play the video, holding the phone so both of you could see. It began pretty slow, and you tried to pay close attention to everything happening in the video so you knew exactly what your boyfriend wanted from you. In the video the girl was in control, which was something new. Usually sex with Felix was pretty tame, neither of you were more dominant or submissive, it kind of just happened. The idea of being a dom both scared you and thrilled you, making your chest tight with anxiety and excitement. The girl in the video worked slowly and teasingly, making her sub whine underneath her. The idea of having that control over Felix awoke something inside you that you’d never felt before, and you were suddenly so so glad that he brought this up. Felix again looked at you nervously out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t look back, too busy observing what was happening in the video. The way that the sub was squirming and begging by the end of the video made you feel something indescribable. You mindlessly trailed your hand up and down your boyfriend’s thigh as you watched the video. It should have felt awkward to just sit and watch that with him, but you were so encapsulated by what was happening in the video that it didn’t feel weird at all. You finally looked over at Felix towards the end and saw how red his face was, his hands shoved between his thighs and his eyes focused on the screen in front of you. He looked up from the video for a second, making quick eye contact before diverting his eyes again.

“I never knew you were into this kind of thing, Lix” you said in a low voice.

“I honestly didn’t know either until I saw this video and then I couldn’t stop imagining she was you,” he admitted. You smiled at his words, looking back to the video just as it was ending. You closed out the app and set his phone down, tightening your grip on his thigh.

“I don’t know anything about this so I might not be very great at it,” you warned him.

“I’m just so happy that you’re willing to try it, y/n, I don’t even care,” he promised. You smiled and shifted your position so you could look your boyfriend in the eyes, nervous energy building up inside you. You reached up and brushed Felix’s hair away from his red face, smirking while holding eye contact with his desperate eyes.

“So you want to be taken care of baby?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch and sighed quietly.

“Yes,” he whispered, cheeks still burning red from embarrassment. You pinched one of his cheeks and he flinched a little.

“I think I can do that,” you said, trailing your hand from his face down to his chest and tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’m gonna need you to take this off for me,” you said. He nodded and hastily sat up to pull the shirt over his head. You sat back for a moment and admired his body, his flat stomach and small frame glowing in the light.

“You’re staring,” he giggled, crossing his arms over his chest. You shook your head and reached out to grab one of his arms and pull it away from his chest.

“You’re just so pretty, let me look at you,” you cooed. He blushed as he set his arms to his sides and looked away.

“Why are you being shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you questioned.

“Just feels different, I dont know,” Felix replied, shifting his position.

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” You scooted closer to your boyfriend so you were in front of him and you pushed gently on his shoulders, giving him the hint to lie back on the bed. You watched him fall slowly and smiled at how pretty he looked all laid out for you. You sat next to him and ran a hand over the expanse of his chest, sending shivers through his body with your gentle touch. Your hand grazed lightly over his sensitive nipples and he arched his back, leaning into your touch. You knew this was a weak spot for your boyfriend, and you were going to use that to your advantage. You ran your hand back over the spot, lightly squeezing one of the buds between your fingers as Felix let out a soft whine. You were already enjoying the feeling of having him squirm under your touch, and you think you could definitely get used to this. You slowly leaned down and licked gently over one of his nipples, pulling away and blowing air on the spot you had just wet. Your boyfriend shivered at the cold sensation and you smiled at the look of lust and frustration building up in his face. You were never this slow with him and you knew it was killing him. You repeated your actions on the other nipple and then lightly bit down on the sensitive skin, causing Felix to let out a surprised “oh!” that quickly turned into a soft moan. You moved your lips again, kissing up his chest and onto his neck, before you swung a leg over him so you were straddling his lying body. You sat on his lower stomach, paying no attention to the buldge in his pants. He slightly shifted his hips up, looking for friction, but you weren’t giving it to him yet, you were making him wait. You leaned down and continued kissing up his neck, sucking a mark behind his ear.

“Y/nnnnn... you can’t do that,” Felix said, shifting away from where your mouth met his neck.

“Why not?” you asked innocently, although you already knew that he got shy about the boys seeing him marked up.

“Don’t want people to see...embarrassing,” he whined. You leaned down and brushed your lips against his ear, whispering in a low tone.

“You don’t want people to know who you belong to? You don’t want them to know that you’re here, lying down for me and letting me have my way with you?” you teased. Felix groaned at your words as you moved down, sucking another mark below his collarbone. You’d done this before, so you knew he wasn’t actually going to get upset- you would never do anything he wasn’t okay with. Felix’s breathing grew ragged, inhaling shaky breaths and exhaling quiet whines. The little noises he was making were turning you on incredibly, and part of you wanted to stop the teasing and just go at it. But this is how they did it in the video, and Felix seemed to be enjoying it, so you continued. You continued to leave wet kisses up and down his neck and chest area, moving up to his face but avoiding his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, and you could tell he was trying really hard to hold himself back and be patient. You decided to reward him, finally pressing your lips to his. He relaxed into the kiss and immediately tried to push his tongue into your mouth, causing you to pull away for a moment.

“Eager, are we?” you smirked. He whined again at the loss of contact.

“You’re teasing,” he said, a small pout forming on his face.

“I get to do that, baby, I’m in charge,” you said, trailing a finger down his chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” you smiled sweetly.

“Can you please just kiss me?” he asked, his tone desperate and slightly bratty. You raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in behavior.

“I will this time, but cut the attitude in the future.” Felix gulped at your dominant tone but couldn’t reply as you pressed your lips back to his. He let you set the pace this time, and as much as you wanted to go agonizingly slow, at this point you were already too worked up to keep teasing. Deepening the kiss after a moment, you brought a hand up to tug at Felix’s hair, something you’d recently discovered he really enjoyed. He moaned softly into the kiss as you pulled at his blond locks, holding his head in place. Your teeth bit down and dug into his bottom lip gently, enough to draw a quiet moan from his mouth but not enough to draw blood. You pulled away, a string of saliva hanging between your lips. Felix looked up at you, blown out pupils filled with desperation.

“You look so pretty, baby boy,” his hips bucked up at your words, his face growing impossibly redder. “What is it? Do you like it when I tell you you’re pretty? Or when I call you baby boy?” you said, a teasing tone lacing your voice. He mumbled something quietly, but you couldn’t make out what he said. “Speak up Lix, I can’t hear you.”

“B-both,” he whispered. A smile crossed your face as he looked into your eyes longingly. You would never get over how cute he was when he was embarrassed.

“Awe, my baby boy likes to be praised, how cute,” you cooed, tracing your hand down the side of his face. Felix smiled shyly at your words, not breaking eye contact.

“You’ve been so patient for me, baby, do you think it’s time for me to reward you?” you asked. He nodded excitedly, but you weren’t giving him anything unless he used his words. “Words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.”

“Want you to- to reward me, I’ve been good,”

“How should I reward you?”

“Just touch me, please,”

“Touch you where? Here?” you asked, dragging a hand down his chest, which was now burning hot. He shook his head. “Here?” you asked, running your hand over the hickey you had given him, pressing your finger into the darkening bruise. He let out a soft whine but shook his head again.

“You’re going to have to tell me where, I’m not sure what you want.” You said, knowing damn well what he wanted from you but wanting to hear him say it himself. He groaned in frustration but spoke up.

“Down there, please, you know what I want,” he begged.

“Ohhh, you want me to touch you down here?” you asked, scooting down so you were now sitting on his thighs and bringing your fingers to the waistband of his pajama pants. He nodded eagerly as you toyed with the drawstring on the front of his pants.

“Beg.”

His eyes widened nervously at the dominant tone you were taking, it was something he definitely wasn’t used to. But this is what he wanted, so he had to play along.

“Please touch me, I need it, I’ve been so good for you mommy,” your breath hitched at the name, when you’d heard it in the video you thought it was a little weird, but now that it was coming out of Felix’s mouth it was the hottest thing in the world. He noticed your sharp inhale and looked at you worriedly. “Is it...is it okay if I call you that? I won’t if you don’t like it-“ he rambled.

“No baby, I love it. I really do.” you assured him. He smiled in relief as you leaned down to pull at the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips so you could pull them down, repositioning yourself so you could pull his pants all the way off. His hard cock sprung up and smacked against his stomach, red and already leaking precum.

“So needy for me, aren’t you baby boy?” you said, taking in the sight of his naked body but not touching him yet. The power you felt was exhilarating, Felix fully nude and trembling under you, while you were fully clothed and in control. He nodded and you brought a hand down to his neglected member, but he reached out and stopped you before you could touch him. You raised an eyebrow and he used his other hand to grab at the hem of your shirt.

“Can you take this off? Please, wanna see you,” he asked, tugging gently at your soft cotton shirt. You smiled and reached down to grab the bottom of the shirt, beginning to pull it up over your head.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you replied, tossing the shirt to the side, your top half now bare as you hadn’t been wearing anything under the shirt. Felix eyed your chest, taking in the sight of your breasts that he loved so much. You thought about continuing to tease him by not letting him touch you, but you thought he’d had enough teasing for tonight. Besides, you were supposed to be taking care of him.

“You want to touch, baby boy?” you asked, already knowing what his response would be.

“Can I?”

“Go ahead,” you gave him permission, leaning forward to give him better access. He reached up and gently caressed your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. You arched your back in response to his touch, slightly grinding down where you were sitting on his legs. This was the first time you had been touched all night, and you hadn’t realized how much your body was aching for release. You didn’t let it go on too long, because tonight was about Felix. You leaned down once more to press a quick kiss to his lips before sitting back up and finally bringing a hand to his member. You slowly wrapped your hand around his girth and began to move it up and down at a teasingly slow pace, Felix arching up into your touch.

“Patience, baby boy,” you said, using your other hand to press his body back down into the mattress. “Let mommy take care of you, okay?” you said. Felix whined again but nodded in compliance, relaxing his body and placing his hands down at his sides. You slid your hand up over his slit, collecting the built up precum and using it as lubricant for your hand. Felix let out soft breathy moans every time you touched the head of his painfully hard dick, and you knew your pace was torturous for him, but you were going to see how long you could keep it up. As you stroked him slowly, you reached your other hand down and dipped it below the waistband of your sweatpants, dying for some relief of your own. Your fingers found their way to your clit and you rubbed slow circles at the same pace as your other hand was moving on Felix’s length.

“You’re so beautiful, seeing you like this made mommy so wet,” you whispered, making eye contact with your boyfriend as you pleasured both of you.

“Want to touch you too,” Felix whined, reaching out a hand towards your sweatpants that you still hadn’t removed. You took the hand off his length and swatted his hand away, as he whimpered at the denial and the loss of contact.

“Not now, baby, this is about you,” you hummed, grabbing his hand and placing it down on his stomach. You put your hand back on his dick, staying at the same pace. You knew it was killing him, but you weren’t going to speed up until he asked you to. The request came sooner than later, though, as Felix almost immediately groaned in an obvious attempt to tell you something was wrong.

“What’s wrong Lixie?” you asked, stopping your hand’s movement. He looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Need more, faster,” he whined.

“Oh, is this not enough? You need more than what mommy is giving you? Good boys aren’t greedy, you know,” you said, resuming again at the slow pace. Felix’s eyes widened at your words as he scrambled to speak.

“N-No! No, I promise I’m a good boy, it just hurts, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. His voice tugged at your heart, you weren’t actually upset with him, you just wanted to tease him a little more. You suddenly sped up your pace without any warning, and Felix let out a strangled moan at your actions.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, stroking him at a quick pace and occasionally thumbing over his sensitive head. He nods, but you want to hear it.

“I said is this what you want?” you repeat, and he gets the hint.

“Yes mommy, fuck, so good,” he cries, the hand you placed on his stomach moving up to roam over his chest. He looks at you as if asking permission to touch himself, and you nod. His hand ghosts over his nipple before he brings it back and pinches it lightly, rolling the nub between his fingers and clenching his eyes shut. The sight is incredible, you can’t help but stare at the look of bliss and slight frustration on his face as he’s being touched by your hand and his own. You speed the pace of the hand you’re using to pleasure yourself, feeling yourself getting closer to release as you watch Felix bring his other hand to his chest, using both to lightly touch his sensitive nipples. Your hand on Felix stutters as you bring yourself to release, arching your back and moaning lowly. The relief washes over you and you enjoy it for just a moment before remembering the task at hand. You open your eyes to see Felix, eyes wide and staring at your blissed-out expression, mouth slightly open- which gives you an idea. You remove your hand from Felix’s member for a moment, and you also pull the hand that you’d been using on yourself out of your sweatpants, feeling Felix’s eyes on you as you bring your fluid soaked fingers to his mouth.

“Wanna taste?” you asked. He didn’t even bother to answer, eagerly taking your fingers into his mouth and sucking languidly. His tongue swirled around your digits for a moment as he looked straight into your eyes. You smiled brightly at him, pulling your fingers out of his mouth with a popping sound.

“Good boy,” you cooed, wiping the wet fingers on your sweatpants and leaning down to gently place a kiss on Felix’s forehead. “Now it’s all about you, okay? You’ve been so good for me, I think it’s time you get some relief too, do you agree?” you asked, sitting back up in the position you’d previously been in. Felix looked up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face, his naturally innocent appearance corrupted by his swollen lips and lust-blown eyes.

“Yes mommy,” he said, swallowing hard as you moved down in between his legs so you could lean down and give a small lick to the tip of his length. He shivered at the contact after you hadn’t touched him for a while, and you spit into your hand before wrapping it around the base of his dick. you lowered your mouth down onto his length, taking only the head into your mouth at first and sucking lightly. You slowly moved down his length, your hand working the part your mouth couldn’t reach. Felix moaned quietly, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle it. You pulled off of his dick with a lewd popping noise, sitting up to look him in the eye.

“Don’t hold back baby boy, i want to hear how good mommy makes you feel,” you said, and he let out a small whimper. You lowered your head to take him into your mouth again, this time setting a faster pace with your hand and your mouth working at the same time. Felix was overly sensitive from all of the teasing you’d put him through, so you knew he wouldn’t last long. You could really tell by the way he was trying his best to keep from bucking up into your mouth. You occasionally pulled up to suck lightly on just the tip, knowing how sensitive he was there. Felix let out a high pitched whine, signaling to you that he was about to finish, when you remembered how the video had ended. Usually, you would just let Felix finish in your mouth, but you had a different idea.

“Oh fuck, mommy, I’m gonna-“ he started, and you pulled your mouth off of his length, bringing him to his climax with only your hand, letting him spill all over his stomach with a loud strangled moan. Felix came down from his high breathing heavily, eyes closed and hands above his head. You smirked as you used a finger to scoop up the cum from his stomach, and he looked down at you confused for a moment before he realized what you were doing. You brought the finger up to his mouth, parting his lips with your thumb and sliding the digit between them so he could taste himself. This wasn’t something you’d done before, but it was how the video ended, so you thought you’d try it. Felix hummed around your finger as he sucked the liquid off it, swallowing his own fluids. When your finger was clean, you pulled it out of his mouth, again wiping it on your sweatpants and then bringing your hand up to caress Felix’s face before placing a gentle kiss to his swollen lips. You could feel him smile into the kiss before you pulled away, grabbing his discarded shirt and using it to wipe the rest of the cum off his stomach.

“Was that good, baby?” you asked, moving off of his legs so you could cuddle up against his side.

“Holy shit, y/n, that was amazing,” he said, his breathing still heavy and deep.

“I had no idea my baby boy was so kinky,” you teased, Felix’s face flushing red again as it had just calmed down.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Felix mumbled, causing you to raise an eyebrow and sit up to look him in the eye.

“Really?” you asked. He nodded in response and you got excited just thinking about all the new things you’ll get to try with him. “You’ll have to show me sometime, but for now I think it’s time for you to sleep, you look exhausted,” you said, but by the time you finished your sentence, Felix was already drifting off into sleep.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

december 18 - chris motionless

title: die hard for the holidays

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prompt: Person A has secret feelings for person B. person B has secret feelings for person A. one of them suggests having dinner together for the holidays since neither of them will be spending time with their families and all their other friends are busy

request from: @svintsandghosts

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou 

@xyours-eternallyx @joeynihil 

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i looked over his newest Instagram post and sighed. god was i that desperate? simping over my best friend? of course i was, but we'd known each other long enough that i knew nothing would ever come of it. when my phone dinged it almost startled me, prompting me to look up at the new text notification. it was my mother. i sighed, opening it and reading it.

"dads sick, doctor says its viral so we wont be able to do Christmas this year. i hope you and your siblings can get together to do something else but if not that's okay. we both hope you have a blessed Christmas anyway and will be mailing gifts out in the next week. love you."

i hummed to myself before answering her.

"hope dad gets better soon and send him my best. i don't see any of them making plans to get together but i guess we'll see. ill mail gifts too if you're okay with that and hopefully ill see you in the new year. love you both."

i closed my phone and set it upside down on my chest, rubbing my hands over my face.

"so much for getting out of the house."

i said to myself. then my phone dinged again, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. to my surprise though it was a text from Chris.

"mom cancelled Christmas this year cause they won a cruise lol. you doing anything?"

i sat up abruptly and typed back.

"my dads sick so mine was cancelled too. when and where do you want me? lol"

i waited patiently for a second before seeing a new message.

"hope he gets better soon. but how about Christmas eve, dinner at my place?"

i nodded quickly to myself.

"ill be there."

---

when the day finally came i wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. we'd hung out millions of times but this was the first time we'd be together for Christmas alone. usually we all had a party with the band and other friends but that was pushed to new years. lets just say i was beyond nervous. plus he told me to dress nice, whatever that meant. no matter what it meant to him, here i was stood in front of my full body mirror, looking over the sparkling blue velvet dress i had on.

"this is too fancy."

i said, moving to my closet. as i started flipping through things i heard my phone buzz. it was Chris.

"you on your way?"

i looked to the time. shit, it was almost six.

"getting my shoes on now. ill be there in fifteen."

i replied. so much for changing. i grabbed a Christmas jumper and pajama pants just in case and shoved them in a bag, pulling my heels on and running out the door. the car ride was fairly quiet, apart from the light Christmas music playing through the radio and my complains about the snow. i wish i would've known it was supposed to snow but it was a little late for that i guess.

as i pulled into his apartment complex parking lot i could see his Christmas tree through the open window. it looked nice, covered in colorful lights and shiny ornaments. i got out of my car and walked quickly across the lot and up the stairs to the second floor, knocking on his door and shivering as the snow flew around me. when he opened the door he offered a wide smile.

"hey! how's it going?"

he asked as he pulled me in for a hug. i breathed in deeply, trying to warm up.

"I'm good, and you?"

i asked as he let me into his apartment. i still felt over dressed, even seeing him in his button down and tie, the two peaking out from under his sweater.

"oh ya know, same old same old. i hope you're hungry, cause dinners about ready."

he said excited and i laughed.

"you know me, never not hungry."

i said and he sent me a knowing look.

"how about you go sit, and ill bring it out."

he said, motioning to the made up table. i nodded.

"you sure you dont want help with anything?"

i asked and he shook his head.

"of course not, you get to be the guest this time, now go relax."

he instructed.

"okay, okay, im going."

i said as he pointed, a demanding look on his face.

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after dinner we both worked on dishes and things before moving to the couch, the lights all out except the tree as he looked for a movie to watch.

"im glad we could get together for this."

he said, clicking the remote and i smiled.

"you and me both. i think this is the first year i would've been alone since moving out of my parents place."

he laughed a little bit.

"you and me both. even when im not home i still usually have the band to be with."

i nodded solemnly.

"speaking of which, how are they all doing? i feel like i haven't talked to any of them in a while."

i said and he shrugged.

"theyre as good as they always are, keeping busy thats for sure. but youll get to see them for new year."

he mentioned and i nodded.

"yeah i guess so."

it was quiet for a moment, and i looked over him, his focus still on the tv.

"got any suggestions?"

he asked and i hummed.

"uh, no, not really."

i said bashfully, catching his eye when he turned his head with a frown. i guess i wasnt exactly making it subtle that i was staring at him huh? oh well.

"how about die hard?"

he asked and i laughed.

"oh yeah, a christmas classic."

i said sarcastically as he clicked on it.

"you know it."

he said, setting the remote on the coffee table, settling back into the couch. i thought for a second before slipping my arm into his and resting my head on his shoulder.

"you cold?"

he asked and i nodded, looking up as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and down over me.

"thanks."

i said, getting comfortable against him again. we sat like that for most of the movie, until i heard him yawn, then he moved to rest his head against mine. i smiled to myself, sliding my hand slowly into his as it rested against my knee. when the movie finally ended neither of us moved.

"ya know, it looks pretty bad out there, maybe you should stay."

he said, never once looking away from the tv. i could feel a small smile making its way to my lips as we sat there cuddled together on the couch.

"you sure? i wouldnt want to be an inconvenience."

i said, feeling his head lift off mine and prompting me to look at him. he squeezed my hand.

"you're never an inconvenience. and besides i wouldnt want you to get stuck in the snow or anything."

i smiled at him.

"i guess i cant argue with that logic, huh."

i confirmed and he nodded his head once.

"great, we can watch another movie then and then go to bed together."

he said, freezing for a second.

"i mean, uh, not together together. but, like, uh-"

he said, flustered, tripping over his words. i pressed a finger to his lips gently.

"its okay chris. i get what you mean."

i said and he sighed.

"fuck it, i did mean together."

he said, slipping his hand out of mine and bring it up to cup my face. he pushed forward and kissed me fervently. a thousand things rushed through my brain at once as i melted into his touch but at the moment none of them mattered. all that mattered was that he felt the same. when he pulled away i didnt open my eyes just yet, sitting there trying to engrave into my memory exactly what he felt and tasted like. when i opened my eyes he was staring down at me, his lips sucked in like he messed something up.

"wow."

i said softly, laughing a little bit.

"im sorry, i shouldn't have done that."

he said, looking down. i shook my head.

"like hell."

i said, making him look to me in shock. i grabbed his face and kissed him again, his hand moving to the back of my head as our mouths moved together. when we both pulled away for air we panted lightly, smiling at each other like idiots.

"it took ya long enough."

i said, making him laugh.

"merry christmas y/n."

he said, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb and i could feel a blush rising to my face.

"merry christmas chris."

[homebody-nobody]

So last week lots of jiara writers were posting their wips and we never got to see yours so what are your current wips if you have any?

Yeah see I got tagged but none of mine have titles til right before I publish them so I didnt think I had anything cool to share. I'm honored u thought of me tho!!

Rn I only have four I'm *actively* working on cause I try and keep my workload ~somewhat~ manageable lol

Current title: ana's birthday fic

@rcsales sorry babe this is gonna be like... two months late now. Probly more whoopsie. Basically I promised ana club smut and then I accidentally gave it a storyline and now it's at 21.8k and I still have three more porn scenes to write AND all the respective connective tissue, so. That's where I've been focusing efforts and I know its gonna take me a while to finish yet, but it is the filthiest, most sinful thing I've ever fucking written and I'm not even done with the first smut scene yet, so prepare thyselves

Current title: 'katie's bday fic'

Ditto on the apology to @aarchiess for the tardiness of said gift. This one is much shorter and deadass half way done but I hit a block and am trying to get ana's done first so hopefully I can slam it out in like 2/3 days once I'm done with the epic currently in progress. It's literally just van sex.

Title: 'home (where your heart is set in stone)

This is my roommate fic I have like 8 anons clamoring for and I SWEAR TO GOD GUYS ITS NOT ABANDONED!! I have the entire outline finished and I am still really excited to get working on it again, but I have the previous two fics to finish first.

Title: caught between (the devil and the deep blue sea)

Another multichap that looks forsaken but is not. @aarchiess and I brainstorm for this monster daily and it lives rent free in my head. We r still outlining and chap two is started, with a ton of other scenes half-written and conceptualized, as well. I want to finish the "oneshots" first n then slam out at least two chaps of home before I fully body this fic, but Katie works on it a lot in small pieces and we r both excited to share it with y'all

Floating ideas:

Engineering school au collab with @yellowlaboratory

5/6 n 1 abt ~sinful things~ collab with @hvitstark

A band au with rockstar!JJ and reporter!Kie that will probs be my next multichap after home and caught between are done

And about a million others that float around in my brain that I keep ~meaning to get to~

Anyway, thanks SO much for asking, and hopefully this is an answer to the anons that keep asking abt the multichaps... I'm sorry for ignoring y'all I get ~anxious~ lol. I swear I'm writing!! I just also started my first Big Kid 9-5 so I dont have as much time to spend on fic, and I've been trying to do less screens for mental health reasons, so even if the writing is going at a snail's pace, I promise the idea factory is churning at all waking hours.

[basket-of-epiphanies]

tyyyy @gusu-emilu for the tag!!! please keep these coming because i love talking about myself

My AO3 is half_right_writer

fandoms

i can’t possibly list all the fandoms i’ve ever been in, but the ones i’ve written for are cql, marvel, star wars and star trek! most of those are super old mind you, the only recent fics i have are cql and maybe a couple star wars

where you post

AO3, but sometimes i promote my fics on tumblr

most popular oneshot

a grave so familiar-- this is a yunmeng bros reconciliation fic! it’s actually not my favorite work, but it’s definitely the most popular. tho it’s not the one with the most hits it is the one with the most kudos.

most popular multichap

can you be a quiet man?-- a post-canon lxc healing fic. uh, i say healing, but we’re... 18 chapters in now? and he uh. he hasn’t done much healing. but nevertheless! it’s by far my most popular, over 5k hits now (which is good for me lol)

favorite story you’ve written so far

cybaqm! i’m super proud of it because it’s like the longest thing i’ve ever written and i think it’s... kinda good maybe? but i also really like when you move, i’m moved, a short and sweet get together songxiao fic that i wrote on a whim

fic you were nervous to post

oh, DEFINITELY in my mind, you’re the angel on the painted glass. i had never really written smut before, and that by itself was very nervewracking, but i’d written it and really liked how it turned out so i really wanted to post it. i was so nervous tho! i thought everybody would be like grossed out or something... idk even now i look at it and i want to delete it i just feel so embarrassed, but people wrote the nicest comments and i feel bad deleting it so idk

i was also nervous about i might as well sit here on my own, just cuz i wasn’t really sure what people would think about it

how you choose your titles

it’s always a song lyric! i know i’m edgy but like. music is literally the greatest thing on the planet and some lyrics just capture the vibe i’m going for perfectly! sometimes, i have a playlist for a pair and i’ll use a lyric from one of those songs, like what i did for my songxiao fics. for cybaqm, i knew i wanted something about being quiet in the title because lxc’s quietness (literally, and his unwillingness to ask for help, his fear of being a burden, etc etc) are huge themes in the fic, so i really wanted something to do with that! and Lost Man Running by Elliot Root was actually already a song I really liked, so when i was scrolling through my spotify for inspo, i saw and was like oh man, i have to. i just have to, it’s perfect. (fun fact: i actually associated lost man running with obi-wan kenobi before i gave it to lxc)

do you outline

not at all! it’s a real problem. altho actually for cybaqm, i was really putting maximum effort into that, so i’ll sometimes outline a couple chapters in chunks, write it, then just keep going, then sometimes when i get stuck go back to outlining. mostly, tho, no.

complete

all of my fics are complete at the moment except for cybaqm

in progress

as mentioned, cybaqm. also tho, i have a post-canon songxiao oneshot i’m working on that i’ve been talking to my friend about, so hopefully i’ll be able to finish that soon.

coming soon / not yet started

there’s a songxiao fic that i really want to write to go along with this art i made. a lot of people have been asking for it and i really do want to deliver! i’ve written a bit of it too (as you can see from the post desc) but i’ve kinda lost my way with that one. never say never tho! it’s still in my drafts and it’s not going anywhere soon.

Besides that, I’d love to write some baoyi someday! and maybe post some scene outtakes from cybaqm that didn’t make it into the fic?

and as always, i have a new chapter of cybaqm up every week.

prompts?

if you want to give me some, i will definitely lose my shit and do them instantly, but i’m not really known as a writing blog lmao so i don’t think that will happen (that’s okay tho)

upcoming work you’re most excited about

more cybaqm! people received it so well and every time i update it i get so much happiness from the comments people write.

tagging

i dont know many writers i dont think? but definitely @wishicouldpostfromsecondaryblogs @grapefruitsketches and anyone else who wants to do this!

[oh-theatre]

You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 4)

Chapter title: Pain Cuts Deep

A/n:  HI HELLO!! This sucks lol! no seriously im so sorry that this is so bad!! although some stuff was revealed!! also also..whats up with patton? and remus? And all of them! Aaa !! Anyway i hope you enjoy even though its trash and make sure to leave me comments!

Also yes Im keeping Dolion because then I can have... janus ;)

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 3516

summary: The group is scattered and needs to make a plan soon.

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting, stabbing, pain

Ao3 Link  

“Are you alright Patton?” Logan whispers, guiding the horses into a hidden cove of the forest, followed by the rest of the group. The prince swallows, the images couldn't stop running through his mind, staining the memories permanently in his mind. He doesn't understand why it set a quick blaze and a blush to rise in his face. Logan takes his hand, stopping them, his glazed eyes stare curiously.

“Im alright” Patton promises, hopefully the shadows hide away his blush. Logan looks doubtful but nods anyways, the others in tow. Prince Roman helps an unsteady Virgil practically tumble off the horse, a quick shove to a giggling Roman. Prince Remus follows suit with Dolion, though he is much more graceful and regal stepping off the horse. “Follow Logan into the cove, through the hanging leaves.” Patton guides, they follow suit.

“Good luck” Logan gives Patton's hand a gentle squeeze. The prince nods, giving Nork a sweet pat before Logan leads them away. Once the clearing is empty, he takes to the amulet around his neck, his hand enveloping the magical touch.

“As we search for cover in this mossy forest cove, let no one uncover or discover what's hidden in the mangrove” He chants, a sweet spur of magic dances around him, green flecks as they follow his spell. They take a moment to give Patton an entrance, once hes safely inside the dank dwelling they shut the group away from the outside world, protected from magic and tyrants above. He whispers a quick spell watching his hands engulf in safe flames, the light allows him to regroup with the others.

“Is it done?” Logan cautions, Patton nods feeling exhaustion hit him.

The sight was something. The wet stone was not faint of aroma, the moss that encircled the area was refreshing. The horses seemed to enjoy the small yet spacious patches of grass that led out the other side into a hidden pool of water. Remus, regal as always, lied flat on his back snoring away already. The gray stone may present itself as hard yet the prince seemed so cozy. Patton almost wanted to join him.

Logan sat ever so sweet under a shaded area, in the intersection of the cove leading out into the pond. He read his book, a routine while he ran his hands through a sleepy Nork’s mane. The horse sat next to him, almost as if he had forgotten what animal he was and was content to act as a smaller one. Thank god the space let him.

Dolion and Virgil seemed inseparable, they both sat with their feet splashing away in the water, their muddy boots by their side. The pair spoke in hushed whispers, hesitation to trust the characters around them, finding solace in the similarity of their situations. Patton did find his heart tug at him as he watched however, their soft delight at each magical essence this strange world presented was something that never got old and something you just couldn't deny.

Finally Roman, Patton had to admit, the sight was hard to watch. The prince stood against the rock in the corner with a bland look to his face. He watched the prince skip stones across the pond, bored, his crown that typically rested perfectly upon his head now flopped a bit with no sight in mind to fix it. Romans steed, Dracaena, neighed in concern but had no qualms about returning to her important task of chomping away at the grass around her.

“I wonder if she would be more comfortable in her other form?” Patton inquires, catching Romans ear instantly.

“I think the same, I sense she's eager to be on alert in case of danger though” He expresses. Patton nods understanding, though he did miss the vicious, mischievous creature, he understands. “I don't believe we will be staying for long, correct?” Romans body shakes with impatience. His clear want to ride through the open fields with a hunger for victory was clear. Patton could feel the fiery passion that boiled his blood, not that he needed his powers for that. The amulet strung on Romans neck was alight with the amber blaze.

“I'm not sure Ro” He glanced towards the foreigners, their anxieties at bay for now. “There is alot to process and we mustn't put innocents in danger over our own goals” Patton explains, Roman knows he speaks only truths but still his anger was unkempt. “For now though, we are safe and this gives us ample time to come up with a plan...a much needed one” He reminds stringing his arm through Romans. This releases a chuckle from the prince. “Come, for it was not I who led the battle of Sarcane to victory, but you our brave warrior at the front line”

“Well I had assistance” He smiles at the newly appeared dragon that rested upon his shoulder, a quick breath of fire in excitement.

“But of course, much credit to Dracaena” Patton gives the creature a sweet pet, adoring the soft murmur of affection. “Now come before Logan and Remus tear eachother apart”

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“My opinion?” Virgil gasps with a vile sarcasm. “I think you're all insane and i'd like to wake up from this nightmare!” He shouts, ending with a bite and smirk. Should Roman find that defense so pulsing for his heart?

“I do indeed second that” Dolion whispers with a yawn, the cross-legged boy sits sleepily next to Remus. He holds in another sign of his tiredness before settling very lightly onto the prince's shoulder. He hadnt meant to but he simply couldn't keep his focus much longer, and the prince was there. Remus froze of course, terrified to move, he didn't want to wake the boy. And he surely didn't want to call attention to his reddened face.

“Maybe it would be wise for us to rest for the evening,” Patton suggests. Logan huffs shutting his book, the maps and scribbles collected quickly by him. He shakes his head, muttering to himself walking to a secluded corner. “Lo” Patton sighs, he eyes the others asking them to set up the proper conventions for the night before following his quiet friend.

“We dont have time to rest!” He utters, throwing his items away from him, Patton quickly waves his fingers making sure they dont sink into the water. “Thank you” Logan stubbornly acknowledges, watching the prince delticaltyl stack his things next to him. “We must prepare Patton”

“Lo we dont even know what we’re up against” Patton sits beside him, the stars shine through the only opening, reflecting delicately upon the water. “Everything escalated much too quickly” He takes his friends hand, it always eased them both.

“You and I both know that he will be coming soon” Logan reminds, the image of the army marching towards them, led by the figure of whom Logan speaks flashes familiar in Patton's mind.

“Yes but we mustn't allow it to consume our minds as of now” Patton assures “You need rest as much as everyone else, for now we are safe” They hear wild giggles from behind them, turning to see the four enjoying their time. Remus dances kookily around the cover, Roman finishing his meal with delight as he watches Dolion and Virgil quite entertained. “Even in darkness, a light can shine through to guide you” Patton whispers, Logan nods from behind him, he takes the words to heart. “Ill take first night!” Patton announces, receiving no arguments from the group. He goes to stand but feels a tug at his hand.

“Promise me i'll see you in the morning” Logan begs, the soft features catching his eyes. “Come back to me?” He worries, the forest though magical and enchanted was not short of danger. A gentle Patton places his gloved hands on Logan's cheek.

“Always and forever” He swears, Logan nods, the exhaustion now dawning him. “Get some rest Logan, your mind has been at work for much too long”

“Agreed” He yawns, he rolls out his makeshift cloth, a comfy pillow and takes what little warmth he has. Quickly Patton watches him follow into his dreams. The shivering did hurt him just a tad, so when he knew no eyes were watching him, a quick spell he cast.

“On this cold and fateful night, give him warmth, give him light” Patton watches the amber flecks dance before shrouding Logan. He smiles to himself before taking his bow and horse and makes his way to the front.

~~~

“Patton!” He would be lying if he said he hadn't jumped, for the voice, though cheery came at the blackest of moments.  Emile and his graciousness fluttered to where the Prince lay sleepily on his horse, trying his hardest to keep awake. Though what protection could he grant with his bow on the floor and his arrows scattered. He was delighted to see the godfather however.

“Emile, your sorcery” He greets, allowing the fairy to fix him up, feeling the boost of energy boil through him. “How did it go?” Patton questions, adjusting his position.

“I was able to clear my own name of crime and reinstate my position but the royal guard is on the hunt just as suspected” He explains. “They're sending out the cavalry”

“Goodness not Remy!” Patton whispers furiously. Emile nods solemnly. “The King is truly going all out...but why?” Patton wonders “What does he know about these foreigners that we mustn't, and what does my needing to get a suitor hold over the kingdom?” His thoughts pour out of him. Emile shrugs as he fiddles with the flowers around him, watching the echinopsis dance around him. He heals the ones that had not been tended with pleasure before summoning a treat for Nork. “We can't stay here then, when morning befalls us we must travel once more” He sighs

“I will do my best to keep you updated, I must go now my dear prince, but I shall visit soon again” Emile promises, an understanding nod from Patton and the godfather disappears in a dazzling shower of light.

Luckily the night went on without any incidents, Patton scoured the area, took Nork for a calming venture before returning to the hideout as the sun came to fruition. He remained outside, reading through one of his many books he had tucked away, Nork allowed him to sit easy while he grazed the small land.

“Good morning” He heard from behind him. Logan emerged from the dangling leaves, a yawn escaping him. “What, might I inquire, are you perusing?” Logan questions, Patton shows him the novel. “Ah very well, I do adore flowers”

“As do I” Patton agrees, he shuts the book marking his page, stuffing it carefully into his sack. Logan observes the area, his eyes admiring every small inkling and detail that surrounded him. Patton extends his hand, a sweet smile. “Care for a morning ride?” He asks, Logans excitement may have begun with his curiosity for the world but it only grew with Patton's proposal. He takes his hand as he had done many times before and allows Patton to hoist him behind him. The simple buzz Patton experiences as he felt Logans respectful hands wrap their way around his waist and his head rest easy on Patton was something he would simply never ever fail to love.

Scratch that… as Logan laughs timidly while they rush through the saplings of the forest, the love that filled his eyes and the mental notes he saw the prince take, the giggle that escaped as water splashed his face

That was something he would never fail to love

Logan..

Logan was something he would never fail to love

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“I swear to god princey if you don't shut up i'm going to tape your mouth shut” Virgil moans, his head falling into his hands. Roman feels taken aback, the shock of such disrespect and yet the almost...excitement from the nickname was something else.

“For such disrespect the kingdom could have your tongue” He retorts, his face hot with anger but almost wanting to engage.

“And yet here you stand with your tongue” Virgil teases, he hears a faint smoky laugh from Dracaena, she slithers away from a silent Roman nestling into his lap. At first hes frightened, but the soft purring spreads a warmth over him. Roman...well despite feeling mocked...enjoyed the gentle view. He takes a place next to Virgil, watching the young teen flip curiously through some of Logan's journals while keeping a steady pet on the dragon.

“What do you think you're doing!” Speaking of the prince, Logan rushes into the room, fuming with shy anger. “Those are my journals! My property!” A scrambled Patton follows him, a look of anticipation for though rare, Logans outbursts were...unpleasant. He quickly snatches them away from Virgil, a glare towards the black haired boy. “Only I and a select few…” He glances towards Patton, did his defenses fall? “Have access! So stop touching others things!” He demands

“And so with Logans anger boiling, and Virgils own fury at storm the two are at odds, will they be able to ban together for a new threat approaching fast?” Remus spouts, Roman takes his side instantly knowing the pain that would come. “I hate it, I hate it” Remus sputters, the sweat fast approaching. Dolion, who while he enjoyed the princes antics found nothing charming as of yet, was intrigued by the sad honesty of the pain. “With that! The group should begin on their way” He barely manages, tears forming as Roman aides him.

“What does-” But Virgil is quickly cut off by the distant sounds of shouts, determination as each beautiful thing in the forest is stomped by power and raging fury. “Oh”

“Nork!” Patton calls, Logan stuffs his books away before allowing Patton to assist him on the horse. “Come now, we haven't much time” He signals to the others. Roman whispers a quick check to his brother, Remus nods. Though pained, he's ready to flee on his own steed. Unsure, Roman calls to Dracaena. She flies away from Virgil before a mist of shrouded light appears and a midnight horse takes her place.

“Coming?” Roman questions, extending his hand to Virgil. The teen rolls his eyes but joins the prince. “Hold on” He warns, and though his own blush denies him, Virgil grips tight to Roman. He watches as Dolion helps Remus to his own horse.

“Estrella” He whispers sweetly, the horse neighs with affection. This fragile moment tugged at Dolion, he missed his own home. New Orleans seemed like such a distant place, Luna, his cat could still be heard purring. “Up up and away” He jokes, Dolion takes the reins, thanking his mother for the horse riding lessons. He doesn't even mind when Remus collapses on his back, the warmth of the prince was...nice.

“On my signal” Patton heeds, and so one by one they gallop through the woods. The horses follow one another, protecting each other from danger and shielding themselves from the public eye. They reach an opening after what seemed like hours, the rope burning on Dolions hands was almost too much to bear. Remus had healed so they switch positions. It seems the sun was setting which set off a yawn in Virgil. He grew more comfortable on Roman, practically hugging him. Not that the prince minded, he enjoyed their journey. And his mind couldn't stop thinking about ...one particular-

“-Moment!” Virgil huffs “Just give me one moment” He slides off Dracaena, clutching his stomach. The group decides to take a rest near the waterfall, Logan leans against a tree and begins reading. Roman makes sure Dracaena is secured before following Virgil to where he sits by the lake.

“Are you alright?” He questions, sitting next to him.

“I feel...sick” He groans, Roman finds his little puffed features adorable. “It just keeps...making noise” He points to his stomach. Roman fiddles with the glass before pulling something from his satchel.

“You haven't eaten have you?” He shakes a small container holding delectable treats. Virgil scrunches his face in realization. “Here” he opens it, pulling out what seems to be a biscuit. Through his own habit he goes to feed Virgil. Virgil takes the first one, before both take a second to come to reality. “Apologies” He rubs the nape of his neck, Virgil laughs watching crumbs fly out. “Habit I guess”

“Fwo wat?” Virgil swallows his food, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the crumbs that had escaped

“Well when I had to meet suitors I had to charm them.” He explains, I suppose the mindless princesses my father found for me enjoyed being treated like a baby” Virgil snorts, Roman would love to hear that sound more.  “ Oh but thats just a few of them! Ive met so many amazing ladies of royalty, each so smart and strong” he muses

“And yet here you are...alone” Virgil notes, he wasn't going to lie. Roman was the spitting image of every disney prince. He should have been scooped up by now.

“Heh...I suppose the shoe...just hasn't fit yet” He gulps, the truth of his uncertainty was something he had only ever confessed to Patton. He wasn't even sure! And yet even with his doubts...No Roman. Once all of this has calmed, you will return home, a perfect princess will be ready for you and you may rule.

Better that,  than living the torute he watched his brother endure. He takes a peek back at Remus, he sits giggling away with Dolion, the look he gives the foreigner was one he had only seen once before. He did miss Janus, he was a wonderful fencing coach, and always challenged the twins. But no one missed him more than Remus.

Ugh! Roman enough! This is ridiculous. You're being ridiculous. You don't know anything, you've never tried anything.

Ok so maybe he didn't enjoy the entire scene, but...he takes a quick peek at the curious raven haired boy, he enjoyed Virgil.

No Roman...

For the crown

For the kingdom.

He looks to Patton. Follow his example, he tells himself. The prince didn't just have a kingdom on his shoulders, he had the entire land of which they rode across. He had endured more suffering than anyone.

But he laughed away the idea of a suitor, he walked away from it

Roman purses his lips...he did, didn't he?

So why can't you

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“Are you alright?” Logan whispers from his position. Patton coughs coming back from whatever daydream he was engaged in. He tightens his hold on the reins, nodding away his suspicion.

“Yes of course, are you?” He wonders. Logan doubts his answer but shrugs it away.

“I am, I am more than ready to find a resting spot. I simply must show you these new spells, and oh the mus…” He rambles on, Patton listens, he does but suddenly the world goes silent. He looks to Nork but finds scared darkness. He panics trying to find anything familiar until he hears a voice...his own.

Hes watching himself, he watches the scene that had been haunting his mind for days unfold once more.

“No stop” He tries to call out, but the fearful hoarse cry was nothing. His eyes follow as Future Patton races through the castle, fighting his way. He knows what's coming, he doesn't want to see it. Not again, not anymore… “Stop!” he cries, nothing changes, his future self continues on his path. Tears swell in his eyes as he tries to avoid seeing the tender moment but he can't peel away. He gasps in pain relief, preparing to return to his body.

“What a sad sight” He peeks through his tightly closed eyes. What's this? He doesn't remember this. The King had not spoken before. But now he spoke and moved. “He was brave, tougher than I thought” The King expresses, Patton watches himself keep a protective hold on the frozen Logan. “But he just wasn't strong enough”

Logan's figure collapses, Patton wastes no time kneeling beside him. Patton watches himself and Logan share a hush conversation, but his eyes quickly glance towards the towering figure. The King moves silently as he takes his sword. Fear quickly engulfed Patton. The prince wanted to cry out, scream, do anything, but all he could do was watch.

And listen to the ear piercing scream as the sword slashed its way into Logan. It became too much, The Kings dastardly laugh, Pattons desperate sobs, and the fades of Logans demise. Too much ...too much. Patton clutched his head before the world went black and he felt himself hit a grassy meadow. His eyes fluttered only to catch Logan jump off of Nork and rush to his side. He heard mumblings and worries but soon he lost all senses and fell into a deep sleep.

But not a pleasant one.

Not with the images flashing their way through his head.

He had to change it, he had to.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

Tagged by: @morallygreywaren and @lilolilyr thank you so so much !!

Name(s): Dani (wouldn’t. Dani would never 😭) sorry i had to lol im moonflowery on AO3 (is that the question?)

Fandom(s): so the ones i’ve written fanfiction for aka the ones i’ve been most passionate about, Ocean’s 8, The Haunting of Hill House and Bly Manor, Birds of Prey, Portrait of Lady on Fire, and The Old Guard! 

Where you post: mostly on AO3 but prompts and one shots here too

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos) this year: Being with you (Makes the flame burn good) aka Quynh kills Andy back to life

Overall: same! that one shot is basically my greatest accomplishment ghdfjgh

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos) this year: one day at a time aka the bly manor flower shop au that i was legally obliged to write

Overall: same! that cute little one surpassed my tog multi-chapter by just a few kudos recently. 

Favorite story you’ve written so far: aaahh that’s too difficult! i’m reallyyy struggling to choose. i Think i have to go with  Being with you (Makes the flame burn good) because.... yes. but also? the poalof soulmate au one shot (Don't) Leave Me Alone i’m kind of proud of that one. i just was inspired and i wrote it impulsively and i really like it? i don’t know but then !! the ocean’s 8 x hill house au, the vampire aus, i love them all please dont make me choose

Fic you were nervous to post: surprisingly i don’t really get very nervous about posting fics. i feel no shame i guess lol and none has been a really out of the ordinary stuff yet so nothing to be embarrassed about. i get really nervous posting the first fic i write for each fandom! especially the poalof ones bc that fandom’s writing is intimidatingly good lol but if i had to chose... my first one!  One Of My Girls an ocean’s 8 ot3 fic? where the fuck did i even find the courage

How do you choose your titles?: that’s my favorite part lol okay so it’s either a line from a song from a playlist i’ve made for that particular pairing/movie/show, a line of dialogue from the fic, or something funny, dumb or obvious aka The Haunting of Hill (Coffee)House, (Red) Room for 8, and Room 28 lol i’m so clever and hilarious! ghjdfgh im embarrasingly proud of those titles

Do you outline?: hmm not much. usually i get an idea, start writing in a hurry and hope for the best. and when i do outline it goes a little bit like bullet points with random ideas that hopefully become chapters. or when it’s something really important that i can’t forget it’s the messiest rambling with dialogue and spanish and !!!!! and ????? all over

Complete: 18 stories on AO3 and an embarrassing amount of one shots here 

In-Progress: 8 on AO3 plus the ones not posted yet so the ones here:

Coming soon/not yet started: okay. so. there are a couple of prompts, then maybe a few more. there’s the andromaquynh secret santa story. the tog bang story. then the tog big bang story. the andromaquynh ghost au. if i don’t die in the process i’d like to write one or two christmas themed one shots. and if i survive all of this i really want to write a dani x jamie x san junipero au story (how will i manage all of this? i have absolutely no idea. please send help)

Prompts?: yeah! kind of. i’ve only written prompts for The Old Guard because idk it’s the only fandom were people paid me any attention lol but im gonna stop when i reach 100 prompts bc wow how the fuck did that even happen

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Andromaquynh Ghost AU!!!!!!! it’s also the one i’m maybe nervous about. i have it all planned. i’m excited about the ending. i’m excited about some really self indulgent parts jk the whole thing is self indulgent i mean it’s just andromaquynh and ghosts that’s all i care about. but yeah i’m very excited about it!!

Tagging: @cryhardanddanceharder @andy-the-scythian @rupzydaisy @moonlightandromache @tinglingworld (if you guys want to do it! and any other mutuals that write fic but somehow i forgot/was too shy to tag, please you can say i tagged you!)

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 45)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:4866

Warnings: fluff its a happy day for the reader’s bff! loki gets thrown lol song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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As you and Loki made breakfast, you mused, “So I was thinking, before I leave for Nebraska, maybe I should meet your boss.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Loki asked as he bobbed a tea bag in a cup.

“I just feel like I should know who you’re going to be spending so much time with while I’m away. I need to know they can help you if I can’t.”

“Darling, I am perfectly capable of--”

Quickly, your eyes met his, a serious look in them. “I know you can, I’m not talking about physically. Can I just meet them?”

He looked at you for a moment before his face softened. “Yes, of course. We can go today before you head in for work if you’d like.”

“Sounds good to me. It’s my last day with Bruce so…”

“I’m going to miss you dearly,” he suddenly said, a bit of weight to his voice.

You turned back around from the counter, placing your hand on his cheek. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

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As you headed out the door, you texted Shannon, telling her you were meeting Loki’s boss. She asked if she could come too. You said you’d be delighted to have her there, and before you knew it, you were all outside of Loki’s work.

“Hey! You made it in record time,” you greeted happily, hugging her.

“Yeah, it’s these new shoes Tony made for me,” she responded, showing you her shoe. “Nifty in a jam. Hey, Loki,” she greeted casually.

“Hello,” he said politely back before entering the sanctum.

Just as Loki started to go down one hallway, with you two in tow, a voice sounded from behind you.

“Loki? Shannon?” a deep voice greeted all of you.

All of you spun to face the noise. When your eyes landed on him, you were taken aback. “Stephen?” you gasped, rushing forward to greet him. “Oh my god, it’s been so long.”

“Y/N? I thought that was you,” he commented with a side smile. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“I came to see who Loki was working with,” you explained, gesturing back to him. “Get this,” you offered, turning back to Shannon and Loki, standing next to Stephen, “we used to go to college together.”

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Shannon commented with a grin.

“Oh yeah, we had physics together,” you informed with a smile up at Stephen.

“Is that so?” Loki mused.

“Oh absolutely,” Stephen said with a huge smile. He threw his arm around your shoulder and said, “In fact, you know, I was gonna ask her out in college. She was everything I dreamed of, back then.”

“Really?” Loki asked, a gleam in his eye.

You laughed, a bit nervous, blushing. “I never knew that,” you said, turning to Strange.

“Yeah, so why didn’t you?” Loki asked with a bit of an edge in his laugh.

“I guess it was just never the right time. You know how it is in college--Well, you don’t, you didn’t go, you know, to college. But it’s just hard to find the time when you’re serious like Y/N and I were.”

“I see,” Loki noted and Shannon picked up on his energy way before you did.

“Well we just wanted to pop in,” Shannon quickly interjected, stepping forward to hook her arm through yours. “So good to see you again, Stephen.” She began to whisk you out of the sanctum.

“Likewise. Feel free to stop by for coffee any time, Y/N, I’d love to catch up,” Stephen called after you. You barely had time to yell a confirmation back before Shannon had fully hauled you outside and out onto the street.

“Jesus, where’s the fire, Shan?” you asked, fixing yourself.

“It’s about to be between you and Loki if you hadn’t noticed,” she quipped, pointing back towards the doors.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Quite the show with Stephen in there. Were you trying to make him jealous or did that just happen?” she asked, beginning to walk.

“Jealous? Loki? That’s kind of impossible,” you muttered. “He’s a magical god with the best cheekbones on the planet.”

“Not to him,” she reminded, almost under her breath. “All I’m saying is… Loki is pretty fragile. He’s insecure. You know this, I know this. He acts like he isn’t, but it’s obvious he is.”

“Right,” you agreed, urging her to continue.

“Which means looking thrilled to see Strange and parading your friendship around in front of Loki before you go off to the middle of nowhere. He’s going to miss you. So any super friendliness you show to another guy, can...you know, send the wrong message,” she noted.

You bobbed your head. “You’re right,” you agreed. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just so excited to see him. You don’t really think he took it the wrong way, do you?”

She rolled her eyes and began sarcastically, “Noo, not Loki. Take something wrong? Never.” She glanced to you and giggled.

You nudged her playfully as the two of you walked to Stark Tower to begin your day.

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As the days went by so did the countdown to the most talked about wedding. The happy couple was constantly getting bombarded about details for the wedding. At some point Shannon and Tony had publicly given a statement letting people know that it would be a private event for the reception so there would be no access to photos and filming during that time. They did say they’d allow photos after the ceremony as they leave the church so that there would be something to show of the happy couple.

For Shannon the hardest part of this whole thing about planning a wedding was knowing who to make the maid of honor. She’d only ever been close with two women besides her sister and mother, but things had happened and yes she wanted you to be there for her but she also felt that Nat should too.

It was easier for Tony to figure that out for his best man. He and Rhodey went back years, and even though he and Steve got along, Shannon knew he’d pick Rhodey. Of course Tony didn’t want to leave Steve out so he asked him to be a groomsman.

There were only a few weeks left before the big day and Shannon had yet to tell either woman who will be the Maid of Honor, officially. Hopefully neither felt like they were being left hanging. Maybe there would be a chance that both would be the Maid of Honor like Tony had done with the guys she figured that she could do the same now all she had to do was figure out how to let them know.

Shannon called, “JARVIS...”

“Yes, Miss Shannon?”

“What do you think I could do to tell both Natasha and Y/N that I want them to be my Maids of Honor?”

“I would suggest a girl’s day out, and I can have a few of their favorite foods ordered for the evening of relaxation that way you can all enjoy yourselves”

“Sounds like a plan, although if you could have the food sent to my floor that way the boys dont get any ideas about taking the food. Knowing Clint’s sweet tooth, he’ll be trying to grab the desserts.”

“I’ll make sure that Mr. Barton is unaware of the deliveries being made. Have you decided on the dress or shall they choose their own dresses?”

“I believe that they should have a say in what they want to wear to the wedding.”

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Girl’s day as JARVIS had suggested was a success. They all went to get pampered and did some shopping. The day was coming to an end and Shannon was feeling pretty confident that she could ask them both to be Maids of Honor.

“Alright you both know how much I love you right?”

“Well yeah Shannon I know that,” Nat responded.

“Why wouldn’t we know that? You always show us,” you said, a bit confused by her statement.

“Now that we’re all together again and you two are getting to know each other which makes me so happy, here comes the big question.”

There was a bit of a pause, as Shannon flashed her gaze between you and Natasha.

“Come on, spit it out already!” Nat was getting a little flustered not knowing.

“Will you both be my Maids of Honor?” Shannon looked at you and then at Natasha. Both of you were quiet for a moment.

“Are you sure you want me to be a Maid of honor?”  Nat looked a little surprised that Shannon had asked both of them. “I figured you’d want Y/N be it. I already gave the spot and title to her a long time ago. Seriously, I’m happy to be just a bridesmaid."

"I do want to be Maid of Honor. But if you’re up for it, and it makes Shan happy…" You shrugged, hugging yourself.

“Well I didn’t think it would be fair picking one person  or the other. You guys mean the world to me and I want y'all by my side on that day.”

Shannon stared at you and Nat, wanting an official answer.

“I’m happy to be your Maid of Honor, Shan, you know that, of course. As long as Y/N doesn’t feel like I’m stepping on her toes…” Nat replied.

“Not at all,” you assured. “I’m happy to share this with you, if it makes Shannon happy.”

“You realize we’re going to have to plan a bachelorette party, right?” Nat smirked at the idea. She figured she could involve the guys somehow. Turning to you, she asked,  “You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Strippers?" you teased.

“That and more along those lines, but I think we can plan when Shannon is not around.” Natasha figured this could be a good way to get to know each other.

“Please, for the love Stark, nothing crazy, unless it’s a week or two before the wedding!”

“We’ll try but no promises,” you both agreed.

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Two weeks before the wedding and Shannon was still waiting for the girl’s surprise party. She was a little unsure as to what would happen and hoped that none of it was as crazy as she’s thinking it would be. Turns out she was somewhat wrong, not only did they take her out to eat and pick their dresses but after getting home they took her to the training room where it was set up differently than usual. Nat had somehow suckered Steve, Thor, Clint and a few stripper men to give Shannon an exotic show as a way to partially end the night.

Granted, Shannon had never thought Steve of all people would actually do such a thing but it seemed as if he had no other choice in the matter. Thinking that this would stay as a ‘you never speak of this’ type of thing, you had asked JARVIS that he record the night so that years from now they could all look back and laugh. After that little show, Thor had given the ladies some of his Asgardian mead for them to toast and left. The following morning none of the three women were found in their usual rooms. WhenTony asked Al where they could find the three, he showed them all piled up on one of the training mats left in the corner of the training room.

“Hey, Steve, call Bruce to give me a hand, would you? Looks like they’re hungover and I can't carry all three down to Shannon’s floor,” Tony mused to his friend, amused a their behavior.

“Sure thing. I saw him in the kitchen.” Steve left and came back with Banner.

“So what are we doing?” Bruce asked.

“Well after last night's event, Thor gave the girls some of his strong alcohol and they are all piled up in the training room as we speak. I’d like to get them down to Shannon’s floor to rest,” Tony informed the two.

The three men all ended up with someone in their arms to carry down to Shannon’s old floor. They left them all resting in the giant bed and left water and aspirin for when they would wake up.

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Wedding day there had been so many last minute details to cover. In the end, the ceremony had been beautiful and Shannon had looked stunning and as promised the happy couple gave the reporters their chance to take pictures of them as they left the church. The two made a quick stop at a fast food joint because Tony had gotten a craving for cheeseburgers. People were excited when they saw him enter and exit the restaurant with a bag full of food and figured that Shannon would be nearby because everyone knew today was their wedding.

On the ride to the hall Tony and Shannon talked about where they’d want to go on a honeymoon.

“Honestly, Tony I dont mind where we’re going as long as it's just the two of us together.”

“I know but I was hoping to take you somewhere you’d always wanted to visit.”

“Well, we could always go to Bora Bora?”

“Then that's where we’ll go then, Mrs. Stark.” He kissed her hand, full of love knowing he was married to the woman he loved. “Looks like we’re here. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Let’s go then.” The door opened for Shannon and it was Steve who was holding his hand out to help her get out of the car.

He walked her to Tony’s side and then went to open the door for them. As the happy couple entered the hall, many of the guests had already arrived wanting to chit chat with all the other guests. Shannon’s parents had been seated to her right, while the team was on Tony’s left. Everyone in between was seated in seats nearby.

Everyone started to cheer as the music began to play and the Best men and Maids of Honor entered followed by the bride and groom.

“Thank you all for being here to celebrate this wonderful day with us, it means the world that we get to start the next chapter of our lives with you at our side.” Shannon thanked everyone who was there and held her glass of champagne in the air.

“To the happy couple!” Thor cheered loudly and everyone yelled the same.

People began to drop off presents at the table and joining in line to get a chance to hug the happy couple. There was music playing and there was so much laughter and joy with everything that goes on in their lives, this is by far the most relaxed anyone had ever been in a long time.

There was a moment where they had started playing games like removing the garter from the bride and giving it to someone else. The winner ended up being Bruce in that game. They had played who knows who better using the bride and grooms shoes that ended in a tie between Shannon and Tony. There had been dancing and drinking and people were enjoying themselves. People were constantly asking for pictures and asking where the honeymoon would be. Once things were getting mellow, the two figured it would be a good time as ever to cut the cake. They asked one of the waiters to bring the two cakes out so that they could get a bit of energy to continue on partying.

“Alright everyone, we’re about to have the cakes brought out so we can enjoy some sweet treats. Everyone is welcome to the open sweets bar that is being brought out too!” Shannon announced.

“Barton, that means you need to control yourself on the sugar high.” Tony smirked seeing a full grown man pout. “Aww, don’t be sad, Shannon might have a secret stash for you later on.”

Shannon laughed at that. “You know I’m always going to have a little something for you.” Then she pointed to look behind him for his surprise.

Seeing him turn back around and come running was the funniest thing in the world, hopefully someone recorded that.

As you stood nearby to cheer on Shannon and Tony, you suddenly overheard Thor and Loki. Thor was clearly drunk. He’d brought some mead, not to mention it was an open bar that he’d been accessing all night.

“Oh, come on, Loki, you know I’ve always been able to hold more liquor than you. It’s just a fact,” he boasted. He was somewhat quiet, for being drunk, but you could see Loki’s face was already distorted into frustration, so you kept your ears and eyes on them.

“Perhaps, but that was a long time ago. Besides, I graduated school with top marks, can you say the same?”

“I can say that I won every battle I ever went into, including saving your ass.”

Loki’s jaw clenched and you naturally turned more towards their conversation. “I, at least, can say I’ve never been banished from our home,” he responded quietly, his teeth clenched.

“No, just imprisoned for years on Earth.”

“Well, we both know who lost in keeping mother alive, hmm?” he snapped, his face tight with a smile full of rage.

Before you could react or blink, Thor slammed his closed fist into Loki’s jaw, sending him soaring back into the table with the cakes on it, covering both bride and groom in cake, and Loki on top of a broken table. He was clearly embarrassed and you ran over to crouch beside him.

“Are you alright?” you asked, your eyes full of worry.

He looked at you before jumping to his feet, wiping off the cake, apologizing to Tony and Shannon, and began walking off.

“I knew we shouldn’t have invited him,” Tony muttered to Shannon. You turned to them, a look of hopelessness on your face before you followed Loki. He walked out of the main hall where the event was being held, turned down a corridor, and ended up in a rather empty hall, leaning on the wall.

You came up behind him, twiddling your fingers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he said firmly.

“Loki,” you tried as you walked up and put your hand on his shoulder. He didn’t react, and finally, you sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here. We don’t belong here. Not anymore. I was foolish to think we did. I just thought that since we can’t go back to Asgard...Maybe this could be our home, like it once was for me. But…” You let out a big breath again. “It never will be. That ship has long sailed. We’ll forever be enemies to everyone here.”

He turned to peer at you, anguish in his eyes. “It wouldn’t be, if you weren’t with me. You know I’m the problem, darling, why do you stay?” He brought his hands up to the sides of your face.

“Because I love you,” you said, your face leaning into his hand.

“Maybe that isn’t good enough anymore. You deserve a better life than being treated like this.”

“I deserve a life with you, happy with you, and that’s what I am.”

“Even with your family and friends hating you, hating me?”

“They don’t hate us,” you assured, reaching up to him. “They’re afraid of us.”

“That isn’t much better,” he muttered.

Just then, you heard someone approaching.

“Is everything alright? I just saw you guys come out here I figured something was up after Thor threw you into the cake” Shannon asked looking between the two of them. “Here, Loki I thought you could use a cloth to get the icing off your face.”

He took the cloth gently, wiping himself. “Why are you so kind to us? Clearly everyone else at this event would rather we leave.”

You turned to Shannon. “Yeah, Shan. I know it’s your big day, but maybe Loki and I should go?” you suggested. You didn’t want to leave, not just yet. You wanted to stay, to see your best friend off, but maybe it would be better if you just disappeared.

”Why am I kind to you two? Well Y/N is my best friend all my life, and you Loki, I’d like to think that we have gotten to a mutual understanding.” She looked between the two of them, she could tell that they didn't want to be there any longer than they had to. “But if you two truly feel uncomfortable then you are more than welcome to leave. As much as I’d like you two to stay, I won’t force you. Enjoy the rest of your night guys.” She gave them a warm smile showing them sincerity and started turning back to head inside.

A smile barely twitched at his lips, his eyes going to the floor. Loki looked at you, a look of encouragement in his eyes.

“Shan,” you called. “Wait up. I’d be happy to stay. We just,” you stopped, glancing up to your love, “we just don’t want to ruin your day, that’s all. We don’t want our presence here to sour the atmosphere. You know?” you asked. “I’d love to stay. I’d like nothing more. But… if me leaving means you get the day you deserve, then we can do that.” You gave her a soft, quick smile, the smile not quite meeting your eyes.

Shannon turned around to look at both of you. Her smile faltered a bit but fixed her composure.

“You two could never ruin my day and it’s not even just mine, it’s our day, Y/N/N. We’re celebrating something big. This is a new chapter in all our lives. I'd like for both of you to be a part of it.” She walked over to you putting her arm around your shoulders. “You two leaving tonight wouldn’t give me the day I deserve. It would mean there’s something missing.” Turning to look at Loki and waving him over. “No matter what anyone says, you two will always be welcome and I mean that with all of my heart. Still, it’s up to you both if you want to stay or not. If you do decide to leave I can have a car ready to pick you up and take you home.” She hugged you and pulled back to let you talk to Loki.

You looked to Loki, taking his hand and smiling. The two of you spoke with your eyes quickly before turning back to Shannon and nodding.

“So, now that we’ve ruined one cake, what’s next on the list of events tonight?” you asked with a laugh. “I believe you still need to toss your bouquet,” you reminded, linking your arm through hers as you led her back to the hall, Loki just behind you.

“You just reminded me right now of that! I had completely forgotten.” She laughed walking back into the hall. “I still need to slow dance with Tony. Might be a good time for you two to have a bit of a romantic moment, don't you think?” She bumped her hip with yours.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you mused, thinking of getting to dance with your beloved.

Walking back in you could see people were still having fun, the second cake was still intact so that could get cut and passed around. Looked like Clint might have passed out from too many sweets. Shannon pulled you to the main table to grab the bouquet and grabbed Natasha while they were at it to announce that she would be throwing it in a moment.

“Alright, all my single ladies to the dance floor! Let’s see who's gonna be the next one to get hitched.” Shannon giggled as she walked to the dancefloor. “No cheating ladies, Tony’s got his eye on all of you.” She turned around and everyone began chanting a countdown.

The flowers went up in the air pretty high and Shannon turned around quickly to see who would be the lucky gal. She hoped any of her close friends who were in a relationship would catch it. They were all pushing and moving to try and get to where it would land, little would anyone know that the person to catch it would be you, surprising everyone. You weren’t clamoring to get to it like the other girls were.

“Uh, wow,” you breathed, a feeling that you weren’t sure how to pin down rushed over you.

“Is that good?” Loki asked as he walked up to you, all of the other women leaving the dancefloor with long faces.

Shannon cheered when she saw it land and saw the look of confusion appear in Loki’s face.  When it did, it looked like someone’s going to have to catch him up on human culture. “Congrats, Y/N! Looks like someone better get started on planning a proposal,” she joked, looking over at a flustered Loki when he heard that.

“Pro--Proposal?” he stammered.

“It’s… Whoever catches the bride's bouquet is the next person to get married,” you explained. “It’s a silly superstition,” you tried, attempting to brush off the feelings of awkwardness and the small bout of disappointment in your stomach. You didn’t think Loki would ever feel that way for you. If he did, he certainly hadn’t made it known. You didn’t want him to feel pressured to do it. But you also didn’t know if he’d ever consider you wife material. Sure he loved you, but was that enough? A blush rose to your cheeks. “Shan, what about that slow dance now?” you urged, trying to change the topic of conversation.

Noticing the bit of tension, she agreed and went to go let the Dj know it was time for the dance. When they planned the wedding, she didn’t think there would be a dance routine so she and the girls didn’t pick one.

“Alright, it's time for the newlyweds to join the dance floor for their first song of the night. Later they will have a surprise by the groom and the men,” the Dj announced.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Stark?” Tony bowed.

“Why of course Mr. Stark, shall we?” She giggled taking his hand.

He led her onto the dance floor and everyone watched in awe as they began moving around to the song breathe by Faith Hill. little by little couples began to join them as well taking the moment to whisper sweet nothings to their partners. Shannon saw Loki grab your hand and lead her to the dance floor. She knew they were made for each other and hoped they ended up together like she did with Tony.

“Sorry for earlier. I know it’s probably way too soon, or too heavy, to be talking marriage,” you noted with a slight laugh.

He gazed down at you with a smile. “I rather liked entertaining the idea,” he informed. “We have lived together out of wedlock for three years now? It might be time,” he joked.

“I’ll leave that decision up to you,” you quietly said before resting your head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed this. Remember when we danced for the first time?”

“You mean when my mother forced me to show you how to do the traditional Asgardian dance?” he asked, and you could hear his eyes roll.

“As I recall, it was beautiful. It was very much worth it to get you to talk to me. You weren’t exactly welcoming back then,” you reminded.

“I only wanted to protect you,” he breathed before lifting your chin. “As I always do.”

You smiled and gave him a long, firm kiss.

Meanwhile on the other side of the dancefloor.

“What’s this about you and the guys doing a surprise?” Shannon asked when she leaned closer into his arms. “You up to something devious like always?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see now won’t you? Don’t want you ruining all the practice we’ve done,” he replied, holding her tight and kissing her temple. “I’m so lucky to have found you and to be able to call you my wife.”

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless,” she laughed hearing him attempt to sound offended.

The rest of the night continued in a pleasant, sweet way. By the end of it, Shannon and Tony were sent off glamorously in a sleek black new sports car. They headed towards their private hangar, and they were off on their honeymoon.

Meanwhile, all the Avengers went back to the tower. Most of them were drunk, and passed out nearly as soon as they got there. Except for Steve and Bruce. You joined them all and had a quiet evening with them, chatting for a small bit of time before you and Loki excused yourselves back to your apartment. Steve bid you a goodnight and said you two looked nice this evening. You repaid the compliment. Bruce gave a soft wave and nod before he himself went to his floor to rest offf the festivities.

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[anxiouss-princess]

1: What is your Supernatural OTP?

Wincest 🤡 and I am not sorry

2: What's your opinion on John Winchester?

I thought he was alright. I liked that episode where he came back, that was emotional af.

3: Which season finale was your favorite/least favorite?

Season 8 was prob my fave because I loved that sam and dean moment 😭

4: Which is your favorite episode?

THIS IS SO HARD DONT ASK THIS OF ME. Maybe the eps with Ghost Facers? I love and miss those goofy assholes omg

5: Which episode makes you cry the most?

Hopefully the last episode does LOL... I haven’t reallt cried over an episode

6: Which episode is the funniest to you?

French Mistake probably, hehehe

7: What's your opinion on Megstiel?

Hate it

8: When did you start watching Supernatural?

When I was in 8th grade about 8 or 9 years ago or so

9: Which episode title do you think is the funniest?

Oh crap I don’t remember all the titles aksksksk

10: What's your opinion on Garth?

LOVE HIM

11: If you could bring back any character, would you? If so, whom?

GHOST FACERS

12: Who is your favorite angel?

CAS, DUH WTF IS THIS QUESTION

13: Who's your favorite archangel?

GABRIEL

14: What's your opinion on Wincest?

It’s my OTP so obviously all good things 😘

15: What's your opinion on Lisa? (and Ben, if you want)

I did not care for Lisa, honestly. Keep forgetting about her tbh.

16: When did you start blogging about Supernatural?

Pretty recently lol

17: Do you think that Chuck is God?

NOT ANYMORE 😈

18: Do you have a favorite Dick (Roman) joke? If so, what is it?

Crap I don’t remember them lol

19: Which is your favorite episode?

Ghost Facers (I’ll prob change my mind later)

20: Who do you ship Sam with?

DEAN. I AM NOT SORRY AKSKDKSK

21: What's your opinion on Destiel?

I love it, that’s my second favorite ship babeyy

22: Did you like the first or second Ruby better?

Not gonna lie ... I preferred the first one 😬 oops

23: Who's your favorite demon?

CROWLEY

24: Do you read smutty fanfiction?

Of course

25: Do you think Destiel will become canon in season 9? (Regardless of whether you want it to or not)

I come from the future : outlook isn’t good for season 9... but season 15, however 😈

26: Have you ever had a dream about Supernatural/the characters/the actors? If so, can you describe what you remember?

I don’t think I have...

27: Which episode is the scariest to you? (Horror-movie type scary)

The weird cannibal one... that shit was WHACK

28: What's your opinion on Sabriel?

I don’t really have too much of an opinion on it

29: Do you think End!verse will happen? If so, are you looking forward to it?

Nah

30: Do you have any friends off of the Internet that watch Supernatural?

Yup I recently forced my friend to watch it CTFU you’re welcome @d0nt-blinkkk

31: Do any of your family members watch Supernatural?

My cousin did for a while

32: What's an unpopular opinion or headcanon you have?

Well I mean I like wincest, so... 😭😂

33: Do you like AU fanfics?

Not really. I tend to avoid them tbh.

34: Have you ever written/started writing a fanfic?

Not on supernatural (yet)

35: What's your opinion on Samifer?

Don’t like it 🤮

36: If you have an OTP, at what point did you start shipping it?

Yeeaaarsss ago. Like I’d freak out whenever Dean would call Sam “Sammy” cuz I’m a dumbass so pretty much from the beginning.

37: Do you think Sam should have completed the demon trials?

Nooooo da fuq

38: Which director/writer is or was your favorite/least favorite?

I don’t pay attention to that LOL OOPS

39: Which actor would you most like to meet in real life?

JENSEN

40: If you could be any character on the show, would you want to? If so, whom? If not, why?

Dean and Sam’s long lost sister 💀 I WANT IT

41: Do you prefer cake or pie?

100% cake. PERIOD.

42: What is your opinion on Sastiel?

I don’t really have much of an opinion on this either

43: Have you ever made a Supernatural reference out loud and received strange looks from some of the people surrounding you?

LOL I ACTUALLY THINK I HAVE .... but I can’t remember omg but knowing me I definitely have

44: Have you ever cried over a non-OTP ship from the show?

No

45: What is your favorite moment from any of the gag reels?

Basically all of them, they crack me up

46: Superwholock?

I don’t watch Sherlock

47: What is/was your favorite Sam hair length?

I can say the worst was definitely season 8. Like what the fuck was that, man.

48: What's an unpopular ship you have? Do I really have to say it at this point?

👀 YOU ALREADY KNOW CTFU

49: What's your opinion on Wincestiel?

Love it for the most part, just never really shipped Cas and Sam too much.

50: Can you dig Elvis?

I understood that reference 😂

51: Do you listen to Carry On Wayward Son even when you're not just watching a finale?

Actually no 🤣

52: What's your opinion on Zachariah?

Hated his dumbass

53: Do you think Adam will ever get out of the cage? (not as Michael)

👀 Well...

54: Do you think Sam should have completed the trials?

Noooo obviously not

55: How long would you survive as a hunter?

One day, tops. I think that’s being generous LOL

56: What's your opinion on Calthazar?

Idk what that even is

57: Do you have a Netflix account? If so, what's your username and password? Wait a second, just the first part.

No, I use my friends LOL!

58: Have you ever participated in GISHWHES?

Idk what that is either 😭

59: What movies/shows have you watched because of (or by coincidence) Jared, Jensen, or Misha?

My Bloody Valentine, 10 Inch Hero, Friday the 13th, House of Wax

60: If you could change just one thing about the series, what would it be?

I would just have the characters not say some certain things that they said ... like when Dean said it should have been Sam that died instead of Charlie... WTF was THAT

61: If you were at a Con, what would be a question you would ask?(can be any of the actors)

oh god I have no idea

62: Why did you start watching Supernatural?

My friend showed me a clip from it or something and it all went downhill since

63: What's your opinion on Sam/Crowley?

Damn I never even thought of this tbh

64: What's your biggest fear for season 11/the rest of s10?

(Season 15 now oop) but honestly my biggest fear is CAS NOT COMING BACK

65: What's your favorite (or at least a memorable) pop culture reference that has been made on the show?

I don’t remember kasksksk I FEEL LIKE ALL MY ANSWERS TO THESE ARE GARBAGE

66: Just a random confession you have regarding the show/Asker makes up their own question.

I feel like my biggest confession is that I dead ass just confessd to shipping wincest sooo 💀

@nooowestayandgetcaught

[moosheeran]

Title:  Life’s A Dance

Author: @moosheeran

Rating:  PG 13, idk there is cursing 

Author’s Note: Ya’ll dont understand how long it has been since I sat down and been creative. I have way too many ideas and my my mind is a huge mess. Hopefully ya’ll can follow me lol. Plus, I hate editing. Enjoy! Oh and this title is a country song that can be found here

What a beautiful day for a wedding! 

Lost in thoughts of a beautiful wedding, the first looks and first kisses as official husband and wife, the first dance and the loud cheers filled her head. The way her wedding dress would hug her body and the way he would look at her as she walked to him, oh happy thoughts they were, or at least they should’ve been. A hint of jealousy sat in her heart as she watched her best friend get ready for her wedding day. That was to be her but the universe seen to have other plans for her, which wasn’t such a shocking surprise for her. Slipping into the bridesmaids' gown, she could only imagine it was her wedding dress. That was long gone and she was slowly accepting that fact. Self confidence was no longer something she had but there was no way she back out of this role. Layla was her best friend, she had been with her through all her ups and downs. The least she could do was be supportive and be super happy for her best friend to be marrying the love of her life. Deep down, she was more worried about seeing someone she was trying to hate so very much. 

Ed’s eyes scanned the crowded room of people as the celebrations of a wedding went on. There was too much on his mind, too many emotions in his heart that the only way he knew how to deal with his sorrows. The liquor no longer burned as he downed a few drinks. For one, the crowd wasn’t his cup of tea, but he knew if he was feeling this uneasy there was someone else in the room feeling the same thing. Deeps breaths and positive thoughts wasn’t helping him in the situation anymore so the drinks came faster and faster. If you can’t think your problems away, you drink them away instead. Mid-drink, his eyes landed on the most beautiful person in the room and it wasn’t the bride. After all this time, his heart hammered at his chest just seeing her smile as she moved gracefully through the crowd. Greeting people like old friends and sharing hugs and smiles, Ed was frozen in admiration of her. The thoughts of the good times flooded his memories and for a second the whole world faded away. 

“Ed…” her voice softly pulled him away from good times. Hello back to reality and hearing the strand in her voice as she spoke to him. “Hope you’ve been doing well.”

“Yeah…..” what could he say to her? Oh life has been lovely, hopefully I didn’t crash your world. “How have you been?” 

“Peachy.” A deep breath followed her words, her pose falling a tad as she glanced around. 

“Eliza, I need to talk to you.” 

“Here is not the place to talk,” another deep breath followed her words. It was taking everything for now to fall apart. “One day maybe but not here or soon.” That meant conversation over. As she took a gracefully step away, she turned just ever so slightly. Shaking her head, she walked away from him as if he was a mere acquaintance, instead of the person she spent the last few years with, the person all her wedding plans included. 

As the night went on, Ed’s drinking got heavier, he didn’t even care that he was slipping into old habits. Shit, this was his only way he could actually cope with being in the same room with someone who hated him so very much. Did he blame her? No. At the moment, he hated himself too. As the drinking got heavier, the liquor got harder. There was absolutely no turning back. 

Hugging and goodbyes started to go around, well wishes and happy cheers went out to the newleys as the made their grand exit. As people started to drift on home, Eliza couldn’t help her heart for hurting when her sight fell on a very intoxicated Ed. With a deep breath, she decided to be the bigger person. 

“Come on,” she stated sternly as she grabbed his hand. 

“Where?” 

“To you hotel.” Gathering some of her flowing dress in her free hand, she slowly started to drag him out of the building. 

“I can go alone.” Ed words slurred as he attempted to argue. “I’m grown.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever, I’m not letting you go alone drunk.”

“Oh you care?” Ed words felt like a blow to her heart. Did she care? 

“Unfortunately...yes.” Both fell quiet after her confession. The odd awkward tension between the two was stronger than ever. Not only had it been five months since they last saw each other, Eliza just openly admitted to both Ed and herself she still actually cared.  

Eliza underestimated exactly how hard it was going to be getting a drunken Ed into a hotel. A lot of giggling came from Ed as she got him out of the car, even more when she searched the suit pockets for his room key. It took everything she had not to break down in giggles with him, she had to be mad at him. She just had too.

The long layer of her gown in hand, arms wrapped around a drunken ginger, his weight all on her, they started a few long journey to the front desk. First thing she knew, Ed didn’t use his real name for hotel rooms, hell he changed it every time. Secondly, Ed was so wasted he probably couldn’t even remember anything but that he was drunk. The first desk clerk was sweet and smiling as the pair walked up. Ed still giggling like a two year old. Eliza couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

“Is there any way I could get this room number,” Eliza asked sweetly. Ed leaning on her more and more. Handing the key card to the clerk, Eliza held her breath as she watched her eyes scanned her standing there. 

“Normally no….But…” the clerk handed her a paper with the key. “He’s looking like you hung the moon, please don’t make me regret this.”

“No need to worry. I just need to get him to bed. Thank you so much.” 

By the time they made it to the room, Eliza was thanking the gods. Between the long day, the emotional turmoil, being in heels, and now dragging a person that was dead wait, she just wanted to sit and breath. Dropping Ed on the bed, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Sitting on the bed, she felt Ed touch her arm as she bent down to take her heels off. Just ignored it she kept telling herself.  Feet free of the heels, she felt a tad better before turning her attention back to Ed who was half asleep. 

“Come on, sit up,” she commanded standing in front of him. Very slowly Ed sat up, eyes swiping over her. Very carefully she tugged his suit jacket off.  Ed’s eyes stayed glued on her as her fingers slowly undone the button down shirt. Mumbling to take deep breaths to herself, Eliza helped him out his shirt. 

“I could…” Ed slurred some as tried to keep his beating heart under control. “I got it.” Bending over to undo his shoes, a giggled filled his ears as he started to lose his balance. 

“Just let me do it,” she shook her head as she sat on the floor. Untying the shoes, she slide them off along with his socks. “Can you undo your trousers?” Ed just nodded, because some reason looking at Eliza from that angle did something to him. 

Rather it was drunken thoughts or thoughts he had sober, her looking up at him with the soft sweet eyes just did something to him. In no time those thoughts were gone as soon as she stood up again. His mind went to a place it hadn’t been in awhile. A place he swore he couldn’t go back to, the place that craved Eliza like she was the air he needed to breath. It wasn’t until he felt her hand him a bottle of water and place pills in his hand that he was brought to reality. 

“Just stay…” Ed managed to mumbled as she took whatever he was given. 

“I’ll see…” Eliza took the bottle away from him, pushing him to lay down on the bed. “Just get some sleep, okay.”

Sitting on the floor, gown and all, she dug through the mess Ed called a packed suitcase. A part of her couldn’t leave him alone for the night, what if something happened she kept asking herself. Shaking her head, she started to fold the clothes as she tried to find something to sleep in. The memories of packing his suitcase tours flooded her mind. There was many times she sat on the floor packing it because he couldn’t organize it to save his life. T-shirt, check. As she kept looking something caught her eye at the bottom. Pulling it out, there was a picture she thought she would never see again. There stood a younger Ed and Eliza, smiles on their faces, she remembered that day. The day her dreams finally started to come true and tears threaten to fall fast. Why did he still have that? Why did he have it with him? It had been months, five to be exact, he probably had moved on. At least that's what she told herself. Everything good and bad hit her at once and she couldn’t even answer when she heard Ed say her name. He moved, he had too. He was famous. He was rich. He could have anyone he wanted.

“I love you Eliza…” Ed’s words were just a whisper. Yet, it sounded like a shout in her head. He didn’t love her anymore. He was just drunk. But a drunk tongue speaks words a sober mind is afraid to say. 

No answer. She couldn’t answer. Hurrying to put his things back up, Eliza grabbed the t-shirt and into the bathroom she went. The door slamming harder than she wanted to. At that moment, the flood of tears came. In five months, she didn’t really cry. It took so much of her to convince herself that he didn’t love her. That he was over her. That she was over him. At that moment, she couldn’t fool herself. The tattooed lad had all over heart, no matter how long it’s been, she loved him. Loved him more than life. But she couldn’t. It was over. All over. Story complete. The End.

The soft knock on the door startled her out her thoughts, a course it was Ed. For one they were in his hotel room and for two, he had a certain knock for when she was upset. How many times he knocked on the studio door so soft because she was aggravated or just overwhelmed. That memory brought a smile to her face. The old times were great. 

“Go back to bed, I’m just changing.” Eliza slowly stripped out her dress, pulling his t-shirt over her head. 

“You gonna stay,” his slurred words hit her ears.

“Yes, just go back to bed please.” Heavy footsteps echoed her ears as she started to take her hair down. You can do this, she told herself. You slept in the bed with him before. No feelings. It's just sleeping. Just to make sure he’s going to be okay. That’s all. By the time she crawled into bed, Ed was out. Her emotions screamed to kiss him, tell him goodnight and snuggle up to him. Instead, she turned her back to him and laid as close to the edge as she could. No emotions. No touching. Just sleep. That’s all.

Morning came in a blur to Ed, as his eyes opened he had no clue how he got to the hotel or even in bed. All he could remember was the wedding ceremony, the celebration after not too much. Eliza was there. He remembered seeing the pain in her eyes when they landed on him, but after that he remembers nothing but her walking away from him. Suddenly, movement next to him froze him. What did he do? Slowly turning over he was faced with waves of dark hair spread out across the pillow, face tucked under the covers. Holy shit, he was a fucking idiot. This was the same thing that got him in the mess five months before. The same mess that made him lose Eliza. With a deep breath, a courage he didn’t think he had, he moved the covers gently from the female next to him, his heart stopped. There was some random girl in his bed, it was the girl he would do anything to have back. It had been too many days that he hadn’t woken up beside her. Not much of a morning person, if Eliza was next to him, he would face the morning with a smile. Then questions started to fly, why was she in bed with him? What happened? Was she drunk? Would she regret whatever happened? What actually happened? With questions swirling in his head, he sat up quickly, not only did his head start spinning from questions and the effects of the alcohol from the night before, Eliza’s voice seem to clear the fog. 

“Lay back down,” her voice heavy with sleep as she pulled him back to the mattress. As much as he wanted to resist her demand, his body gave into her request. 

“What happened last night,” Ed questions looking at Eliza. She didn’t seem to mind being in bed next to him, so it wasn’t anything bad, so he thought.

“You got drunk,” Eliza nuzzled her face back into the pillow.

“Why are you here?”

“You got drunk. Did you not hear me?” 

“Nothing happen?”

“No!” Eliza snapped quickly at the question. Both were taken back from the quickness and sharpness of her answer. “Listen Ed, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That’s all.” Sitting up, she stretched ever so slightly and Ed couldn’t help but to scan her body. It had been so long. Mentally, psychically, and emotionally he craved her, just the slightest touch from her, just a smile even. “I’m going to head out. I’ll get your clothes back to you somehow.” 

Ed wanted to scream no, just stay for two more minutes. Lay down and act like they were a normal couple. What he would give for her to just love him again, hell he would probably sell his soul to his devil at this point. There was so many thoughts that past through his head, so many things he wanted to say, but the only thing he could do was get herself together, gather he things and walk out. His heart screamed at his mind to tell her to come back. Just come back to him and love him like she once did. He just wanted her to take all his demons away once again, he wanted his dream life once again. Yes, his life was amazing and he had everything going for him. That meant nothing if Eliza wasn’t with him. She was his world, she was the love of his life. Stupidly, he ruined that months ago. 

Three weeks. 

It took three long weeks for Eliza to finally agree to talk to Ed. There was so many pep talks she had given herself up until that day. Standing at the front door of the house she once called home, well those pep talked no longer helped. Ed had called or texted her almost every day asking to talk, always an excuse she had. Finally, he didn’t ask, he told her they needed to talk. Not a bone or emotion could disagree with him. Five months. It had been five months and didn’t talk about what happened. It was like the story ended in a flash. No one had answers, no one knew the answers, no one knew what really happened. The End. That was all.

Jumping at the knock on the knock on the door, Ed rushed to answer it. His whole body was on edge, never did he demand Eliza to do anything. Enough was enough and he had to talk to her. There was so much to say that was left unsaid. Letting Eliza in, which was odd opening the door to her home, Ed could sense the uneasiness on her. In his mind she was the bravest girl in the world. From the start of her life to pushing for her dreams, Ed admired everything about her. Did she know that? Did she know what happen was a stupid mistake? 

“Would you like anything,” Ed questioned out of awkwardness and politeness. What was he supposed to say? This was horrible. The idea of talking seem grand, until she was in front of him.

“I just why Ed,” Eliza blurted out. That’s all she could say that all she wanted to know. When Ed looked down and just shrugged his shoulders a whole different set of emotions hit her. “My life never stopped because you broke my heart you know.”

“Eliza, I’m sorry. It was a mistake.” Ed managed to mumble out and Eliza jumped to her feet.

“I don’t want to hear sorry for fuck sakes! I don’t want to hear it was a mistake! What did I do? Was I that horrible of a partner!? Did you not want to get married anymore? What was it!?” Eliza’s voice louder which each word that came out. Any composure she had was gone. Out the window. 

“It has nothing to do with you Eliza, why would you think that?” Ed stood up attempting to touch her arm. Shrugging his hands away from her she just stared daggers at him.

“Do you know what kind of hell you put me through?” Eliza’s eyes were dark with rage, a hint of hurt. Ed just shook his head no, what could he say. “My life got turned upside down. I was homeless again. Do you know how shitty that was going back to those days? Lalya let me stay there but she was about to get married.”

“I never kicked you out…”

“Just shut up. I never got to tell you how I felt about this.” Pointing her finger at Ed she took a deep breath. “Do you know not only did I have to go through a horrible breakup, I still had to be there for my girls. I had to make sure everything was peachy. That their dances was going to be on point and I had their mothers staring down my back every turn.” Another deep breath followed. “Two weeks after everything happened I found out I was pregnant.” Ed froze and tears threaten Eliza’s eyes. “And I didn’t know how to tell you. Layla told me I needed to tell you but I didn’t want you to be with me just because of a baby.”

“Eliza…”

“Just hush please Ed.” Eliza went to trying to compose herself, but this wasn’t a dance competition, this was real life. “My girls went to competition in London and something wasn’t right.” Now all the strength she had, it was gone. “One of the mum’s found me after she noticed I missed all the routine and it was almost time for results “ Another deep breath. Ed knew what was going to follow. “After a lot of convincing on her part, I went to the ER and…” another deep breath. “I lost our baby. And for awhile I was okay if I was going to be a single parent if it meant having a part of you. Then the rest of my world shattered and I never got to cry about it. All I had to blame was myself. Me Ed, it was my fault.” Tears were flowing down her face like a waterfall, her heart breaking over the fact all over again, Ed couldn’t say anything.

“It wasn’t your fault,” the need to comfort overpowered giving her space. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as she cried into his chest. “Eliza none of this is your fault. You understand me?” Kissing the top of her head, he held her tighter. “Don’t ever blame yourself for my cheating or the baby. Okay?” Nodding her head some, she pulled herself slowly from his embrace. 

“I just want to hate you. I really do.”

“I was slipping up again.” Ed admitted looking at the floor. “The drinking was getting heavier while I was out, a few pills, and just living it up. I can’t even tell you her name or even the color of her hair. The regret was there as soon as I knew what I did.” Cheating wasn’t a thought he had. Eliza was his world but when it came out he didn’t like. He told her he did it. Straight up. Well that ended in her taking her ring off and throwing it at it, being told he was a fucking idiot and she hated him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the drinking?” 

“Felt like a failure.” Shrugging his shoulders, he sat back down. “You had everything going for you. Didn’t want you to worry. Think less of me.”

“Ed…” he couldn’t bring his eyes to look up at her. “Look at me, now” she demanded before she was dealing in front of him. “I was going to be your wife. I had been to hell and back with you already. Why?” 

“Don’t know.”

“Do you know how much I want to hate you?” Eliza question and Ed shook his head yes. “I mean it. Do you know how much I want to hate you? To call you a mistake and say you are nothing to me and I never loved you?” Heart breaking into a million tiny pieces Ed looked down again. A course she thought nothing of him anymore. Hell, he didn’t blame her. Both rose from the bottom together to achieve their dreams. “As much as I want to...Ed I could never hate you. As much as I tell myself I don’t love you anymore, I know I’m lying.”

“You don’t hate me?” Ed could finally meet her eyes once again, his heart felt like it was jumping in joy.

“You told me you loved me last night you know.”

“I do.”

“I know. But I can’t do it Ed. I can’t go through another heartbreak.” Eliza took a deep breath standing up. “I don’t want to plan our wedding anymore.”

“Eliza…” she placed a finger over his lips to hush him for a moment.

“Ed, just please,” why did she feel like she was making the right and wrong choice at the same time. “Just know, I’ll always love you.” Kissing his cheek, she turned on her heels as quickly as possible and left. Every part of her wants to throw herself into his arms and start over. There was no doubt in her mind, she still wanted that life she had always dreamt about with the only man she loved. Right now, well right now she said her peace and she needed to breath. Let her heart race for awhile. 

-----------------------HISTORY-------------------------

Fairy tales always show guy get girls and they live happily ever after. Eliza’s parents thought that apparently, but when she was born she was tossed out like trash. For years she went from home to home, never a steady one. Rather it was they changed their minds or she just wasn’t the child she thought she was going to be. It wasn’t until she was a teenager an older lady took her in. It was the first time she had unconditional love. Someone who loved her no matter one and someone who pushed her to follow her dream of dance.  At the age of seventeen she lost the only person that was like a mother to her, well she found herself homeless. Homeless, broke, and no family, she took odd and end jobs just to make enough money to have food and things she needed. If it wasn’t working at the pub, it was small dance classes to kids who couldn’t afford it and to even being a waitress as small cafes. Money was money no matter how she made it. To be honest, it was that or sleep on the streets. Well the streets was not a place she wanted to be again. 

Eliza and Ed never thought they would be anything more than friends when they first met. First met at a pub. Ed was quickly drawn to her upbeat attitude and graceful air around her. After a night of drinking, well he didn’t think they would ever see each other again. Then a few weeks later, eating breakfast, he was face to face with the smiling bartender from the pub that laughed at his corny jokes and told him not to take life seriously. After that they form a friendship like no other. It was easy going. There was no pressure around each other. Ed could talk for hours about his goals and what he wanted to accomplish. Never once did she complain or blow him off, Eliza always told him to follow his heart. If you have it in your heart, you are going to achieve it. Slowly, their close friendship turned into a relationship. That was a no brainer to everyone that knew them, those two were always together. If no one knew better, they would’ve swore they had been dating forever. 

Eliza was just a poor girl, she had nothing to offer besides her love and support. Technically, she didn’t even have a stable home. That didn’t bother Ed one bit. Even though he didn’t have an issue with it, his family hated that. First time Eliza met them, his mother swore after she left that she was only trying to use Ed to get money. A wanna be dancer with no money didn’t have anything to offer Ed in his family’s mind. Ed was just a sucker and she was sweet enough to lure him in and along with her trap. At one point his family banned her from even going over for holidays and special events. From day one, Ed knew he was in love with her. Against everyone’s wishes, Ed found them a small place and asked Eliza to move in and he never looked back. The place was tiny, not fancy, and not even new, but it was home and that was all Eliza ever wanted. At that point, she gave up on her dream and focus on Ed’s. Whatever she could, she did. When he started small tours, she supported him as much as she could along with working three jobs to make sure he didn’t carry all of the burden. Part of Ed’s heart was broken when Eliza gave up on her career with dance. That was one of his favorite parts about her. The way she seems to float on air no matter what style of dance she did, the way her smile stayed on her face when she taught the smaller kids to dance and just seeing her happy was the best part. After a whole lot of convincing, Ed talked her into applying to a job of a dance coach. Hell, Eliza thought she didn’t have a chance in hell. With a call back for an interview, she was shocked but didn’t get her hopes up. Before long she was coaching a dance team and was the best feeling in the world. 

Rough times and good times, Eliza and Ed’s relationship never wavered. Ed hit a hard time with his career, when it emotional was too much and drinking and drugs seem to help him cope a lot. Most would’ve just gave up and turned their backs, Eliza knew what it was like not to have anyone, her love for Ed was stronger than anything. Through hell and back, Eliza stood by his side, worked through the demons and got him back to the Ed she always knew and loved. In a total shocker one day, Ed was down on one knee asking her to marry him. Well...she couldn’t say anything but yes. 

“You couldn’t be a man enough and just fucking tell me!” Eliza threw her hands up before throwing the tabloid at Ed. Front cover, ED SHEERAN MODEL BEHAVIOR printed with a picture of him and some girl being way too cozy.

“Eliza just chill.” Ed stated so out of normal self.

“Chill,” Eliza stopped the pacing she hadn’t even realize she had started. “When Ed? Just when did this happen?”  

“Two weeks or so?”

“Two weeks or so.” Eliza repeated as took a deep breath. “So was this around the time you were telling me you were tired and just going to bed?”

“It's not a big deal!” Ed snapped. Eliza’s eyes grew in size as she just looked at him. “I mean….”

“No, it's not a big deal. Sure.” Her fingers twisted the ring that had sat on her ring finger for years. “No big deal…”

“Wait that’s not what I meant.”

“No, you are right. You cheating isn’t a big deal if you aren’t engaged any more.” 

“What are you talking about?” Ed voice trembled as the words left his mouth. What was Eliza saying, what was she thinking.

“No big deal.” Eliza forced a smile on her face as she slid her engagement ring off her fingers, her heart broke even more. “Maybe you could give it to her since she doesn’t think it's wrong to sleep with a taken man.” 

“Eliza no.” Ed just stared at the ring as the woman he loved and vowed to spend his life with placed it in his hand. 

“I’ll get my stuff later or something,” Eliza was trying so hard not to cry. Trying so hard for her voice not to break but it was getting harder and harder by the second and she refused to cry in front of him.

“This is your home tho,” Ed couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on. Sleeping with some random girl wasn’t his best idea, it wasn’t one he remembered but about and he knew Eliza was going to be hurt. Never, never did he think she would leave. The hell they had been through was so much more than this. Yet, she was throwing in the towel.

“It doesn’t feel like it any more,” that was the last thing she said to him as she walked out the door. Tears fell as soon as she stepped out of the house, how did life go from great to horrible? Ed couldn’t even bring himself to try to follow her, he knew once she was done, she was done. His heart hurt, he knew it was always his fault, what hurt the most was not Eliza walking out, it was the hurt and pain in her eyes. The pain he caused her. A pain he didn’t know how to take away.