#i also can’t wait to see what everyone else has done for today!! this week has been AMAZING and it’s reminded me how talented everyone is

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Roudise Week Day 4: School/Rudyville

I hope I was right in my assumption that Rudyville was the locker briefly mentioned in Stop! Or My Mom Will Sleuth, but even if I was wrong, the dialogue hopefully still makes sense??

I went for a behind shot with a Wintry Aesthetic, which I hope came across well!! The pose here looks similar to my piece for the Holidays prompt, but I tried to make it look unique.

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MUSE [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasn’t done it in years, maybe even decades, but he’s struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them. 

warnings: smut 18+ but with an actual plot for once (brief m masturbation, oral f and m rec, unprotected piv sex, kind of accidental (but consensual obv) facial; pet names: bub, baby, good girl, princess), soft!Logan but he won’t admit it, also soft!reader, fluff (although the summary makes it sounds a bit more dramatic than it is tbh), implication that reader has curly hair, implied mutant/X-men!reader, (obviously the pic doesn’t represent the envelopes Logan uses lol he’s not doing all that)

word count: 7.3k

also i feel the need to say something about the fact that it’s Hugh Jackman’s birthday today lol so uh thanks for being huge jacked man and for giving us our Logan yay <3 | gorgeous divider by @plutism

It’s everything Logan is the opposite of – he would never tell a soul – but over the course of his long life, Logan has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. It’s not really him, but he did have a phase or two.

When he meets you, he hasn’t even thought of picking up a pencil in years. Ever since you’ve been at the mansion though, Logan’s fingertips twitch with the urge to start sketching your features every time he’s with you. It gets hard to ignore after a few days.

He waits until he’s known you a few weeks, there’s no way in hell he’d ask if he could draw you. He’d probably embarrass you by asking, and embarrass himself by admitting he’s into fucking art. That’s not him. 

Except, well, sometimes it is, when he’s inspired. And you’re nothing if not inspiring. 

He gives in to the urge to get out pencil and paper again, waiting until everyone else has gone to sleep. The first few drawings are shit, he feels like they’re almost an insult to you. It’s not that he’s accidentally drawing you ugly, it just doesn’t look like you. So he practises. 

Logan Howlett sits down at night to practise drawing. 

He picks out a few other things to draw then, to ease the pressure that comes with drawing the woman he… is friends with. Yeah, you’re a friend. And he totally knows that you’d never go for someone as rugged as him, that’s for sure. You deserve much more. So much more. 

But after a few nights he feels more confident in his drawing skills again, but still, as much as he can picture you in his mind – he can do that absolutely perfectly – he’s not too sure he could really draw you accurately.

So he gets Rogue to show him how goddamn fucking Instagram works so that he can look at some of your pictures and use them as a model. 

He doesn’t know what you’re doing to him; you’ve got him using social media.

He can’t believe it, but the first time he seriously attempts to draw you, it’s perfect. It’s a small drawing, not even as big as his palm, capturing your gorgeous face. He thinks of adding another few lines to your eyebrows, or to your hair or another small one to the outline of your lips, but he doesn’t want to mess with it. 

Logan hates how drawing makes him overthink, but he loves how it feels to create something other than violence with his hands for once – something that may even be the opposite. 

He hides the drawing in between the pages of a book, and hides the book under a pile of random clutter on his desk that not even he would normally spare a glance at. But when he lies down to go to sleep, he gets all the stuff out again and gets out the drawing. He wants to see it again. And he can’t leave it there anyway, what if the pressure from all the items on top of it smudges it? 

But he doesn’t know what else to do with it. He can’t really have a drawing of you sitting in his room. What if someone sees? Then what is he gonna do with it instead? 

He finally lets himself think the thought that’s politely been waiting to be allowed into his brain from the moment he decided he might take up drawing again. 

He could give it to you. 

Logan knows his drawing isn’t objectively a masterpiece, but if he’s proud of it he has to acknowledge that that probably means it’s at least decent. And you’re definitely the type of person to appreciate something like this. It’s weird admitting to himself that he’s even proud of what he’s drawn; he’s done so much in this world, who cares about a little drawing? 

The only thing is that Logan isn’t sure if he’s ready for anyone to see this side of him. To see the side that has him staying up until 3AM to finely trace the lines of someone’s eyelashes and cheekbones and lips, the side that makes him feel calm inside. 

He knows it’s stupid to hide but he just can’t. He decides he’ll leave the drawing in your room in an envelope, maybe a pink one to show you it’s not a creepy threat but meant as a sign of adoration, from someone who couldn’t resist but try to recreate your beauty. He won’t write his name on it, he just wants you to have it. 

Sappy motherfucker. 

He puts the small drawing back into the book and carefully pushes it between his mattress and the bedframe to protect it during the night. God, who even is he – protecting a tiny piece of paper? He groans at himself as he turns around to go to sleep. 

He dreams of making a thousand drawings of you, with you as his live model. His muse. 

You’re his girlfriend in his dream, he thinks. 

He’s sitting in a chair in your room, drawing you as you tell him about your day. You’re lying on your bed on your tummy, elbows propped up to support your head. You’re gently kicking your feet in the air behind you, wearing nothing but a t-shirt of Logan’s, some silly graphic socks, panties with little cherries on them, and a bright, bashful smile as Logan attempts to capture your glowing features in a sketch block he’s dedicated to drawings of you. 

He wakes up with morning wood. 

Logan is no stranger to jerking off with you on his mind, so he spits in his hand and slips it beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he thinks of you. He imagines you on top of him as he jerks his cock, imagines you under him, or with your legs around his head, or you between his knees on the floor. He cums quickly and hard, leaving his boxers wet and sticky.

He goes for a run after he’s dealt with it and picks up an envelope on his way. He’s doubting himself but he knows he has to just do it. He’d doubt himself even more if he pussied out – a grown man who can’t even slide an envelope under someone’s door. 

So Logan mans up and, like an idiot, kisses the fucking drawing before he puts it into the envelope. He licks the edges of it to close it and writes your name in the most anonymous handwriting he can muster and adds a little heart. 

It’s soo stupid. 

He makes sure no one is anywhere near your bedroom, walks up to your door, and slides the envelope underneath. Except he didn’t check if you were in your room. As soon as the envelope disappears beneath your door, he hears a short creak from your bed and your soft footsteps. 

He hears the small and adorable noise of curiosity you let out – a confused hm? – and then he quickly and quietly makes his way down the hallway. He hears your voice about ten seconds later, an intrigued hello? as you open the door, but you don’t investigate further, closing the door behind you. 

Logan’s heart is beating so fast. He’s never doing this shit again. 

He’s antsy all day, waiting for some type of reaction from you. Except you don’t know that the drawing is from him so he’s probably not even getting one, and he can’t conspicuously come to your room the same day you receive an anonymous drawing of yourself. 

It’s also when the insecurity settles in. Maybe he should have added a few more lines or started the entire drawing anew. Who does he think he is pretending to be an artist? 

He shakes those thoughts off as he starts training with the punching bag in the gym. It’s not something that he necessarily needs to train, but it gets rid of some of that pointless energy. This isn’t him, worried about some lines he drew on a piece of paper – a scrap of a paper, really. Who cares about something like that? Certainly not him. 

He sleeps dreamlessly and wakes up the next day disappointed that he didn’t get to dream about being your boyfriend again. God, what are you doing to him? Making him think about being boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s pathetic. You’re a friend and nothing more, and that’s fine. You probably don’t like him like that and he can deal with that.

-

He’s not even thinking of the drawing anymore, truly, when he walks into the kitchen the next morning. It only comes to mind when he sees you, alone in the kitchen, leaning over the counter to scroll on your phone, your weird green coffee (“it’s Matcha, Logan”) next to you as you stir it mindlessly with a metal straw. 

“Hi,” you look up with one of those sweet smiles of yours, but redirect your attention to your phone. 

At least you don’t immediately say something like hey, you know that drawing you slid under my door? It was so ugly I threw it away. Since when do you even draw? 

Not that he was worried you would or anything. He hasn’t been thinking about it. Obviously. Why would he? And he knows you would never expect that it’s him; that’s the only reason he did it. He never would have given you the drawing if he thought you could have even the slightest inkling that Logan would be someone who draws. But he still wants to know what you think of it. 

“You want some toast too?” You ask, putting your phone down and turning to get some bread. He sits down at the other side of the kitchen counter and as his eyes flicker to your green drink (he still doesn’t get it), he sees it. 

“Is that–” my drawing, he almost said, “What is that?” He pretends to be confused, drawing his eyebrows together, trying his best to look inquisitive, “No toast by the way, thanks.” 

You have one of those clear phone cases, filled with a bunch of tiny pictures and stickers (and is that your credit card?). But wedged in front of all of those is Logan’s drawing. 

“Did you draw it?” He asks. 

You turn around, giggling, “No, I don’t draw. And anyway, I wouldn’t be drawing pictures of myself. I got it in an envelope under my door yesterday, photocopied it because I was scared it would bend in my phone case. I don’t know who drew it.” 

“Secret admirer?” 

Smiling, you say, “I don’t know. I won’t get my hopes up. But the person must definitely be fond of me to draw me like that.” 

“Like what?” He asks, unsure if he’s about to be offended. 

“I don’t know, just, so beautiful. I’m not saying I’m not pretty or anything, but this looks… I don’t look like that. I wish I did. I can’t believe someone actually sees me like that. It’s stupid but I….” You trail off and, conveniently, the toast is done at the same time and you move on to that. 

But Logan won’t let you, “What’s stupid?” 

You turn towards him with a shy smile, “I’m embarrassed.”

Logan stays silent. He can’t seem too pushy and draw attention to himself, but his silence makes you confess.

“I cried when I first saw it yesterday. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten. And it’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received, for someone to perceive me in such an artistic way.” 

Logan makes a noise of satisfaction and smiles, asking you to pass your phone so he can look at it more – pretending it’s his first time seeing it. If you think that way about it, maybe the three more lines he was going to add aren’t that important after all. 

The problem is that it makes him want to draw more, his stupid heart melting at your reaction to something he made– no, created. 

-

After a week, he figures he has to give in. Drawing another picture of you is on his mind twenty-four seven. 

It doesn’t help that he still catches you staring at the copy of it in your phone case lovingly more than once a day and you’ve put the original drawing in a special little frame on your nightstand. He thinks he’s sappy for drawing it but he doesn’t think the same of you for enjoying the drawing. 

This is for you. It’s not about him. He’s not an artist or anything like that, he’s just doing something kind for someone he cares about (which is honestly sappy enough but he tries to ignore that). He’s usually more of a silent carer but maybe that’s why he likes this. He’s not making it a grand gesture, not making it a thing that he’s the one drawing for you. It’s just for you to enjoy. 

He’ll just make this second drawing and silently put it in your room, and he’s the last person you’ll suspect. 

But of course now that he knows it means something to you, he can’t get anything right. He draws your hair too curly, then not curly enough. He draws your nose too big, then too small. Your eyes end up crooked. He can’t erase too much because it’ll look sloppy, so even the drawing he gets almost perfect, he ruins with a few final additions at the end. 

It takes him an entire month for the next drawing, and it feels more like him that it’s been making him so angry that he couldn’t get it right at first. Maybe he had the wrong picture of artists. They’re always talking about pain, aren’t they, and that’s what he experiences too (over a drawing. Who is he?). 

He takes another few days to keep track of your routine, to monitor when you’ll be in your room. He can’t have it be as close as last time. 

He ends up doing it in the evening. There’s a time after dinner when most of the team stays together to watch tv, just talk, or play some games. It’s normal for some of you to wander off, come back or stick around a bit longer. It won’t be suspicious if he leaves for a few minutes and comes back.

Logan wants nothing more than to follow you when you say that you’re going to your room for the night; he wants to see your reaction. But he can’t. All he can do is go up to his own bedroom fifteen minutes later, lingering in the hallway longer than he needs to.

Just as he’s about to give up and go to sleep, you walk down the hallway, coming back from the bathroom.

“Logan!” you call all excitedly when you see him, and his heart skips a beat. Do you know the drawing is from him? 

“Look,” you take his arm and pull him to your room, “I got another drawing!”

He breathes out in relief; you don’t know it’s from him. He smiles when you hold up the drawing, already framed.

“Were you expecting to get another drawing?” he teases.

“Noo, but the frames came in a pack of two. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Logan looks at how your eyes sparkle, how proudly you’re showing him this drawing. All the work he put into it was definitely worth it. It’s another picture of your face, this time from a new angle, and with your hair styled differently, curls coiled another way from last time.

Logan clears his throat, remembering to keep up his act. “It looks good.”

“Good?” you take the frame from his hands defensively, “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckles, “Sorry, I don’t know much about this type of thing. It is beautiful though.” He’s looking at you instead of his drawing.

“It is. And you don’t have to know much about art or drawing to see how pretty this is. I still can’t believe someone would take the time to make these for me.”

Logan remains silent instead of saying what he wants to tell you. Of course he would take that time for you – and you don’t even know how much time it really took him. If there’s someone who’s worth it, it’s you.

Seeing your pleased smile at something he made for you, he decides he’s never going to stop drawing you.

-

He’s on a roll for some time. He’s better at drawing again now that he’s getting in practice, and he makes five drawings of you within the next weeks. Logan watches the collection of them on your nightstand grow fuller, along with your smile that somehow gets bigger every time you tell him about a new drawing.

It’s a wonder you haven’t caught on yet, but you don’t seem particularly interested in snooping around to find out who it is. You respect the person’s privacy, but you’ve confessed to him that you’d still love to know. 

“I won’t try to find out who it is. I won’t push it if they don’t want me to know… but, I mean, anyone would want to know, wouldn’t they?”

You’ve adopted the nickname of ‘secret admirer’ for this mysterious ‘they’, after Logan used the term about ten times. You were reluctant at first, because the person isn’t calling themself a secret admirer – you’d just be putting words in their mouth. But after seeing how much more beautiful the drawings get each time, you’ve accepted and admitted that, okay, yes, the person must be an admirer.

Your secret admirer Logan is particularly proud of his latest drawing, excited to bring it up to your room tonight. 

But this time he’s sloppy. He’s stayed for a few post-dinner card games with the team, and it’s risky, because you’ve been saying that it’s your last game for the last two rounds. But he also knows that you always say that, and never mean it.

Logan gets up to leave, and he hears Scott convincing you to play just one more round.

It’s stupid, really, risking it like that. Even if he’s gone from your room in time before you come upstairs, you could easily guess that it’s Logan. He’s the first one leaving the round tonight, so your first assumption could be that it was him.

Maybe subconsciously he wants to get caught. He’s seen how you light up at every drawing, and no matter how much you respect your admirer’s anonymity, of course you want to know who’s dedicating so much time and work to drawings of you. Of course it’s crossed your mind that the person isn’t just doing this because they’re a good friend. They’re drawing your face because they think it’s beyond beautiful.

Logan doesn’t really know why he hasn’t told you yet that he likes you. He’s good at flirting, and he’s attractive – he’s not blind. But with you it’s different, there’s a bigger risk, for the both of you. The older he gets, the harder it is to open up to yet another person. You’re friends, and you talk about personal things, but confessing that he’s in love with you is different.

Not to mention this stupid recurring dream he keeps having, in which you find out it’s Logan who’s been drawing you, and suddenly your opinion of the drawings changes. You don’t like him back like that, and suddenly the drawings feel creepy if you think about him staying up late drawing your face.

He rolls his eyes at himself and gets the thought out of his head, taking the small envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans, smoothing his hand over it. He looks around, making sure no one sees him.

Logan bends down to slide the envelope under your door as usual, but one of the corners of the paper catches against the wall, and he quickly opens it to check the drawing isn’t damaged. His heart is beating so fast, he feels stupid. 

He can hear footsteps, still far away, but he can hear them. Logan messily licks the edges of the envelope to close it back up, but it’s not sticking. He can’t decide between shoving it under the door like this or leaving now and bringing it back the next day. He can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage now.

Then he hears it. He miscalculated how far the footsteps were.

“Logan?”

He turns around slowly, and it feels like the world has frozen.

You come closer, looking at him and then at the letter that he must’ve dropped. It hasn’t made it under your door yet.

He says something before you can, “I’m delivering for someone else.”

“Who?” you ask, bending down to pick up the envelope. If he wasn’t petrified, he’d enjoy the view of you bent over in front of him.

He breathes. He can’t have anyone taking credit for his work, for his art (you called it that recently, he would never). But his heart is beating so fast he doesn’t know what the fuck to do or say. 

This is exactly why he never wanted to do any of this. He’s making a fool out of himself and that doesn’t usually happen, especially not over a piece of paper. Logan is confident, cocky even, he can admit that, and has no idea how to deal with things like being nervous; he never has to. This really isn’t him.

You don’t wait for an answer and look at the envelope. You open it so carefully, gently taking the drawing out with your fingertips. You’re treating it with so much care he immediately feels better. Again, this isn’t for him, it’s for you. (Well, it’s for him too but it’ll take him a while to admit that). 

He’s drawn your smile this time. You were happy in most of the drawings before, but he focussed more on the eyes, and your lips only ever tugged up in a slight smile. 

This one is a full-toothed grin, mid-laugh. 

You two were drinking last weekend. He barely felt it but your tipsy, giggly mood was contagious. He couldn’t imagine himself feeling any other way but blissful when you’re happy around him. 

It started when Logan made a casual comment about something silly Scott was wearing that night, and he had you giggling. He wanted to immediately hear that angelic sound again, of course, and so he gave you every joke about your shared friends he could think of – all light-hearted, but he was still glad you two were alone. 

It was the stupidest joke of all that made you really laugh, some dumb comparison between Xavier and Caillou. You probably wouldn’t even giggle at it anymore now, but in the moment it was so funny you almost spat out your drink from the deep belly laugh he drew from you, holding onto his bicep so you wouldn’t fall over as tears formed in your eyes from how hard you were laughing. He wanted to engrave the image on his soul. At least he got your smile on paper.

You look up at him now, eyes filled with tears. 

“You drew this?” you ask.

He nods softly. He can’t say it but he hopes the drawings convey how in love with you he is. 

Suddenly, Logan feels like his heart has stopped beating.

You’re kissing him. 

You’ve leaped up, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and now your lips are on his. 

He feels your mouth falter, probably because he’s being a fucking idiot and not kissing you back. Logan places his hands on your waist to pull you further towards him. Then his brain finally catches up and he can do what he’s wanted to for so long. 

He takes your chin with two fingers and angles you so you can kiss him easier. He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of your soft, warm lips against him. You’re soft and warm all over. Your top has slipped up over his fingertips at your sides, and he slides his hands further around your back to support you against him even better. 

Logan’s tongue pushes at your lower lip, and you let out the sexiest, tiny moan of surprise as you part your lips for him, granting him access. 

His tongue touches the tip of yours and from then on your cravings intensify. You feel your way over his muscular shoulders, his big biceps and over the hard planes of his chest. When you’ve had a good feel there, your hands grip his shirt in desperation and Logan gets even hungrier for you. He gently bites at your lower lip, but then you shriek into his mouth and squirm out of his grasp. He opens his eyes wide. 

You grip Logan’s forearm for support when you bend down in a panic, picking up the drawing you just dropped. You let out a big breath of relief when you see it hasn’t been damaged. 

“You made me drop it!” You slap a hand to his chest; it doesn’t actually hurt and it’s not meant to, but it leaves a pleasant tingle behind instead. 

“I didn’t do anything”, Logan laughs, and you shake your head at him with a smile.

You take him into your room where you make him sit on the bed while you stare at the new drawing in awe. “I didn’t know you draw”, you say without taking your eyes off it.

“No one else knows.”

You pretend to zip your lips, smiling, “It’s our secret.” Logan can tell that you like that. He likes it too. It feels much better to share a secret with you than to be keeping one from you.

“I’ll only draw for you anyway, so there’s no point in telling anyone else.”

“You’re really good. I love the drawings.”

Logan gives a satisfied hum at your words, “You inspired me. Can’t have you walking around all pretty and not expect me to try and recreate it.”

You straddle Logan and hover over his lap to hug him, “They’re the best thing anyone's ever given to me. Do I really look like that?” You say the last question more quietly, and Logan wraps his arms around your sides, careful not to bump your hand that’s still holding the drawing.

“You’re more gorgeous than anything I could ever capture, but I think it comes close. I didn’t change anything about you to make you more beautiful. I couldn’t if I tried. I just tried to draw you as accurately as possible, that’s why it’s so beautiful.”

“I really love it,” you say again, happily staring at the details of the drawing. Hearing you say the word love so much tempts Logan, but he doesn’t want to move too fast. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you. He does, however, want to kiss you again.

Logan carefully takes the framed drawing and puts it on your nightstand. You push your mouth against his before he can initiate the kiss, and he grins against your lips.

You don’t know how to put your feelings into words, so you’re kissing him instead. He pulls you down so that you’re not hovering over but sitting on his lap, and the mood immediately shifts to something different. Logan doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but if you’re ready then he’ll take anything he can get.

Your chest is pressed against Logan’s, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. You may or may not be pressing your boobs against his body on purpose.

“God, baby, I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, already breathless, as his hands trail down your back, leaving goosebumps behind.

“You’ve waited long?” you raise your eyebrows, grinning, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.”

You see the look in Logan’s eyes changing as he bites his lip, “Who says I didn’t want the same?”

You giggle, “Why did it take us so long?”

Logan chuckles, readjusting you so that you’re even closer to him, “I was too busy to actually talk to you, just been starin’ at you so I could draw you.” His cheeks have the faintest red tint, and you kiss them, hugging him.

You whisper into his ear, “Then it was worth the wait. And anyway, it’s not talking that I’m interested in right now.”

He pulls you back to look into your eyes, then at your lips. “Where do you want me?” he asks. You giggle slightly helplessly; you weren’t entirely prepared to have a man like Logan at your mercy like this tonight.

“You can do whatever you want,” you say softly, kissing him.

Logan’s lips are hungry against yours, strings of spit falling between you two, but he pauses the kiss to lie you on your back. “Wanna eat you out,” he husks, “Been dying to know what you taste like forever, bub. Can I?” He reaches for the hem of your top, and you nod so that he can pull it off you, admiring what’s underneath. 

“Sometimes I make myself cum imagining that I’m going down on you,” you confess somewhat shyly, but you figure he’s been so vulnerable for you that you can share a secret too.

Logan smirks, and pulls off his shirt, “Maybe we can make your dream come true then.”

You move to sit up, but he insists on eating you out first. You both take off all your clothes, staring at each other with huge smiles on your faces for a few moments. You’ve never seen Logan this happy.

“Look at you, baby. So pretty,” he leans down to kiss your lips, then down your neck, all the way to your legs. He spreads them, lying down between them as he all but drools at the sight of your wet pussy.

You get nervous all of a sudden. “It’s been a while,” you tell him. He looks up, taking your hand, enveloping it completely in his much bigger one.

“You sure about this? We can wait,” he gently kisses your knuckles, and a warmth spreads in your chest, slowing your heartbeat down a little.

“I’m sure,” you nod, and Logan comes up again to kiss you. The head of his hard cock catches against the space above your clit, and you both look down between your bodies. When Logan looks back up at you, his eyes are desperately begging you. You place your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his hair as he moves down your body.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mumbles into your thigh, kissing you there. You giggle, getting comfortable, your hand never leaving his hair.

Logan starts eating you out, his tongue gentle but determined against your clit.

“Taste so good, baby. Even better than I imagined.” You hum at Logan’s words, already feeling yourself come undone with his mouth on your wet pussy.

You sink further into the mattress when he starts sucking on your clit, licking into your pussy like a man starved every few moments, and your thighs squeeze around Logan’s head, and it’s even better than in his fantasies.

“Feels really good,” you tell him, pulling on his hair to stop yourself from moving too much, and Logan moans against your skin. Hearing your words motivates him even more, and he pushes two fingers into your wet pussy. He curls his fingers, rubbing up against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your back arches as you cum, Logan’s lips wrapped around your clit as your legs push harder against his head, and all he does is moan, revelling in the feeling.

Logan doesn’t stop licking your pussy until you’re tugging his head away by his hair, and he comes up for air with a grin on his face. You smile back, pulling him up to kiss him. You give yourself only a few seconds of recovery time before you make him sit down. You know you’d never have enough strength to actually make him get into a different position, but he lets you.

You push him onto his back, getting between his legs. You’re blinking up at him all prettily when you ask, “Can I suck your dick? Please?”

Logan huffs to himself because he can’t believe how hot you are, can’t believe that this is really finally happening. He tells you yes – he has no more words to describe how badly he wants this – and he watches you wrap your pretty lips around his cock.

It’s hard to grasp that it’s really you doing this right now – the woman he’s been into for so long. His cock is in your mouth and you look so gorgeous with spit running down from your lips, and all he can think of is all the dirty drawings he can now make of you, if you’ll let him.

He closes his eyes when you take him deeper, enveloping him with your warm, wet mouth. “Good girl,” he whispers absent-mindedly, too gone to say much more.

You’re not using your hands as you suck his cock, your spit trailing down on him, and you’re so eager. But it’s also late, and he sees you getting tired, eyes blinking slower as you pause to catch your breath every few moments. He also sees the determination in your eyes, and the absolute want, but he doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself. 

You look so sexy all fucked out, strings of spit connecting your mouth to his cock as you pull away another time, giggling up at him shyly when you realise that he’s noticing you getting tired.

“Just need a second,” you wipe your mouth, out of breath, and it’s not that you’re not incredibly hot like this, but he still wants to fuck you tonight and he’s not sure that will happen if you keep going.

“C’mere, baby,” he says, reaching out his hand.

“Huh?” you ask, taking his hand nevertheless.

“Get back here, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now, alright? Don’t want you tiring yourself out.”

You let him lift you and put you on your back, but you pout, “Wanna taste you.”

Logan grins, “I’ll cum in your mouth, princess. Promise.”

You smile at his answer, satisfied, so you lie back down, pulling your legs up to your chest. His cock looks huge as he jerks himself off between your legs, rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm.

“Don’t know if I can take you,” you bite your lip. You’re not entirely sure if you mean it or not. You definitely want to try.

“We’ll make it fit, baby, we’ll make it fit,” Logan assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth, a mix of your wetness and his precum between your mouths. You feel his cock at your pussy, “You ready?”

“I’m ready,” you nod desperately, letting him push his cock into your pussy. He pauses after a few inches, but you wrap your legs around his waist more tightly, and he goes deeper.

“Y’okay, baby? You can take it, right?”

You nod, unable to form words with your pussy stretched like this, a combination of pleasure and pain between your legs – but it’s infinitely more pleasure.

“That’s right. You’re my good girl, hm?” He kisses along your neck as he bottoms out, and you both moan when he’s got his cock fully stuffed inside you for the first time. He pulls out slightly when you whine at the stretch, but you scratch down his back to get his attention.

“I can take it,” you tell him, and you watch the look in his eyes darken.

He begins to fuck you, the pain subsiding more with every thrust into your wet pussy. You can barely take him, but it feels good. With your slight tiredness, you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine. 

You can’t believe that Logan – your super hot friend Logan who you’ve been fantasising about for so long – is fucking you. He not only feels the same way about you, but he’s been your secret admirer this entire time, taking hours and hours out of his day to make you smile. You’re the only one he wants.

And now he’s fucking you, fucking you well, and you feel so warm inside, not just from the sex but you feel warm in your heart, because of Logan’s care.

“You okay?” he asks, stroking a hand down your face when he notices you’re not entirely present. You nod happily, smiling up at him, and you can’t talk because you feel so good.

“Good, that’s good, bub, but let me know if it gets too much,” he says as he starts rubbing your clit, watches you nod while he’s fucking you so well, and he’s so big and so deep inside of you, “Squeezing me so tight, baby, feel so fucking good.”

You cum suddenly, letting the warm pleasure flow through your body as Logan keeps fucking you through it, rubbing your clit in just the right rhythm.

“That’s my girl, taking it so well,” he moans, breaths stuttering. You slump against the pillow after a few moments, with a soft smile on your face, and Logan pulls out.

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he jerks his cock, and you sit up on your elbows immediately, looking him in the eyes with a smile as you stick out your tongue for him. He promised.

Logan moans when he cums, painting your face in his release, jerking himself off. He holds your head in place with his other hand, aiming for your mouth but you’re making no effort to catch his cum there.

“Such a pretty fucking face, princess, ’m cumming all over it,” he rasps, shooting more ropes of his cum all over your cheeks, jacking off onto your face.

You open your eyes when he’s done and breathing heavily, and you smile up at him. You open your mouth, taking the head of his cock between your lips to suck off the last drops of cum.

“Look at you, baby. Look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your gorgeous face.”

You hum, pulling your mouth off him and licking your lips, tasting his salty release. You brush a finger over your cheek, sucking it into your mouth to taste him more. Logan kisses you then, the flavour of himself mixing between your mouths.

He cleans you up gently, carefully wiping your face with a baby wipe and kissing every inch of your cheeks afterwards. You take his face to kiss him properly, and if you didn’t seem so tired Logan would be ready for round two immediately.

“Next time you could try to actually cum in my mouth,” you tease, making Logan grin.

“Sorry, baby. Got too excited. Couldn’t focus on asking you again if it was okay.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I liked it.”

Logan grins, “Oh I could tell you liked it, baby.” You lightly slap his chest as you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

You cuddle for a while, not saying much because you don’t have to. You’ve both waited for this for so long that you’re just enjoying the moment, enjoying that it finally happened.

You slip out of his arms to sit on top of him. You’re in nothing but panties, the blanket bunching around your hips. You lean your hands against his chest as you tell him more about how much the drawings delighted you. And Logan cares, of course he cares to hear that, but he’s also just a man seeing the woman he’s into naked for the first time still. 

You become quiet when you realise that he’s not listening, and you giggle, “Distracted?”

Logan grins, “Just a little fucking bit, baby.” His eyes don’t leave your body, and you laugh as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs your ass, kneading the flesh. When you slightly sit up again, your tits are near his face, and he can’t help himself. He cups your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you hum.

“I should draw these,” he looks up at you, “Should draw every perfect fucking inch of you.”

“You wanna?” You adjust how you’re seated in his lap, and you feel that he’s already half hard under you again.

“Maybe after I’ve fucked you again.”

You smile, feeling yourself growing wetter on top of him.

“Tomorrow,” he continues, and your smile drops.

“But you’ve got to get more familiar with the inspiration, right? If you’re going to draw me.”

“That’s true, baby. But I think you’re too tired.”

You smile bashfully, ignoring how your eyelids were drooping shut just a few seconds ago, “Okay, but then I’ll have more energy for tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles, pulling you off him to cuddle you again. He tucks you in and kisses your head. 

You turn to your side, taking one of the framed drawings and looking at it for a while. 

Logan watches you looking at it, and the sparkle in your eyes never fails to make him feel all warm inside. “Now that you actually know about it, I don’t have to draw you from memory anymore. I can study my muse in peace.”

“Aww, I’m your muse?” you beam.

“Of course you are, princess. You’re the only reason I’m drawing again.”

“I love your drawings so much.”

Logan clears his throat, and looks at you. “Well, I love you. So, I think that went into them.”

You look at him, pouting and then kissing him. “I love you too,” you say into his mouth. He grins against your lips, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. He can barely grasp that you just said that, but he’ll have enough time soon to comprehend how lucky he is. 

For now, he takes your hand, and asks, “The question might be redundant now, but do you wanna be mine? Be my girlfriend?”

“I’m already yours.”

Logan grins, takes you in his arms, and you’re still cuddling when you’re both drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

P.S. reblog with a comment and let me know your favourite moment/what you liked to get a drawing from Logan under your door tonight and a facial <33

gorgeous divider by @pommecita

[fireinmoonshot]

surprise | tyler owens x reader

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader Summary: You drive to Oklahoma to surprise Tyler before a chase after he's had a stressful week. Warnings: Tyler calls reader baby. Other than that, I think there's nothing! Word Count: 1.2k A/N: I randomly had this idea after I rewatched Twisters tonight and thought it was so cute so I had to write it. I am also working on some requests you guys have sent in, just have been having a crazy few days at work so I haven't had the chance to finish and post them – but they're coming! For now, enjoy this! 💗

The second that Tyler stops the truck, it’s practically swarmed by tens of fans, all wanting an autograph and a selfie and the chance to see the famous Tornado Wranglers in person. The gas station is packed to the brim full of actual professional storm chasers and amateurs. You would consider yourself to be neither.

From your spot across the parking lot, you watch as Tyler exits the car, yelling his famous catchphrase: “If you feel it…”, the fans finishing it off with “chase it!” You’re leant up against the door of your own car, a smile on your face as you see the smile on Tyler’s. He almost always takes the time to greet everyone that’s come out to see them, signing photos and taking selfies. His stash of pre-signed photos that he keeps in his car always coming in handy.

Dating the one and only Tyler Owens, famous storm chaser, was not something for the weak. You’d known that from the very start. To anyone else, it’d probably bother them, having to wait for him to interact with all of the fans before he could make his way over to you. But for you? You love being able to watch him, see the genuine joy on his face at meeting the people who had changed his life by watching their once little Youtube videos. You wish you got to do it more often.

You know that when Tyler does eventually spot you, it’ll be worth all the waiting, worth the hours of solo driving you’d done alone to get here. Nearly seven hours of driving from your home in Arkansas just to surprise your boyfriend. He’d been stressed lately with the lack of storms across Oklahoma and the neighbouring states along Tornado Alley, wondering what was going to happen to their channel if they couldn’t produce content for it.

But the sight of everyone still taking selfies with the Wranglers proves to you that Tyler has nothing to worry about at all. You can see the Tornado Wranglers have a loyal fanbase. 

You watch for a few more minutes, stifling a yawn as you do. You’d stopped after five hours of driving last night and spent the night at a motel which had given you one of the worst nights sleep of your life, and done the last few hours in the morning before arriving at the gas station that Tyler had told you they were headed to today. It was the closest gas station to where storms were predicted today, hence the crowd. 

You’re about to start wandering over towards Tyler and the other Wranglers, still making their way through the crowd of fans, when you can see Tyler spot you. He’s just finished taking a selfie with a middle-aged woman when he stops in his tracks, eyes settling on you. Even from your distance, you can tell he’s spotted you.

It’s confirmed when he mutters a quick word to the people around him before he takes off at a run, straight towards you. He kicks up dust and dirt as he runs, trying to get to you as quickly as possible. You can’t keep the smile off your face as he gets closer.

“Baby, what the hell!?” He yells, not long before he reaches you. 

Tyler almost knocks the wind out of you as he barrels into you, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you off the ground. He spins you around in a circle and it’s impossible not to laugh at the feeling, his arms tight around you. He sets you back down on the ground and pulls away, hands still resting on your waist.

“Surprise,” you grin at him. 

“You drove all this way just to surprise me?” Tyler looks at you in awe, his eyes both filled with an immense amount of love as well as a tinge of worry. “Baby, that’s a seven hour drive. Didn’t you have a shift yesterday? Please don’t tell me you drove all night.”

You shake your head. “I only drove till midnight, then I stopped at a motel. Promise.”

Tyler moves one of his hands to cup your cheek before he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re insane, y’know that? Drivin’ till midnight after an eight hour shift. You should’ve told me. What if something had happened to you on the road?” 

You can see the worry etched on his face so you waste no time in pulling him in for a hug again, burying your face in his chest. Tyler reacts immediately, gently resting one of his hands on the side of your head. You feel him take a deep breath, taking everything in, taking your presence in. 

“Ty, nothing happened. I’m here, I’m safe. I’m with you.”

He nods and rubs one of his hands up and down your back. “Thank you for comin’, baby. You have no idea how good it feels to be holdin’ you right now. When I looked over here and I saw you… was like everything felt like it might actually be okay.”

“Cause it will be, Ty,” you assure him. “But I do feel a little bad for tearing you away from the people that didn’t get selfies or autographs with you before you ran off.”

Tyler pulls away from the hug, but he still keeps a hand on you. “You got nothin’ to feel bad about, baby. I promise you that. And they all know who you are, I’m sure they get it.” 

You smile up at him and then have to stifle another yawn. Your attempt at hiding it fails spectacularly, though, and Tyler narrows his eyes at you. 

“Did you get any sleep last night?” One of his hands rests on your cheek again, a thumb gently stroking back and forth over your cheek. 

“A little,” you say. “The motel was kinda dodgy. The mattress was like a rock.”

Tyler gives you one of his best unimpressed looks and shakes his head. “Okay, I’m sending you back to our motel. I’ll give you my room key, it’s in the truck, and you can go and rest up while we try and chase this storm this afternoon.”

“No, no,” you disagree. “I’m comin’ with you, Ty. I didn’t drive all this way just to be cooped up in some motel watching your chase on a computer screen. I gotta steal my seat back from Boone. He’s been gettin’ way too comfortable up there.”

Tyler let out a laugh and leans down to gently peck your lips. “Oh, baby, you know that seat belongs to you. And believe me, Boone knows it too.” 

He attempts to step backwards, then, but you’re quick to move, placing one of your hands on the back of his neck and bringing his lips back to yours. Tyler has no objections, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses you back. It’s been weeks since he last saw you, weeks since he got to kiss you like this. You’re surprised he managed to hold off on it for so long after reuniting with you. 

“Come on,” you say after breaking apart from the kiss. You reach down and grab Tyler’s hand in yours, weaving your fingers through his. “Let’s go give the rest of these people their autographs and selfies and get me my seat back.”

Tyler grins, giving your hand a squeeze. “Lead the way, baby.” 

[littlemissmiller]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

Pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

Summary: Javier is your partner while on assignment in Bogotá. You can’t seem to resist him, as much as you tell yourself you’re done fooling around with him. One night, he comes home and the next morning, you finally realize your true feelings for him…

Warning: 21+ (drinking and smoking), semi-rough sex, ass slapping, slight power play, dom!javier, sub!reader, oral(m and f receiving), partners/friends to lovers

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: surprise! it’s pedro! i hope y’all enjoy this just as much as the tom fics (which i appreciate all the support once again, exceeded my expectations). I had this one in the vault for a while, but just went back and edited it so here it is! i have another billy and coryo fic in the works, but a girl has got to diversify her blog page no? also i do plan to post more pedro stuff (given my blog name 😅)ok enjoy! ❤︎

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“This is the last time Javier.” You panted as Javier Peña pushed you up against the wall of a small janitor’s closet. A frequent place you had found yourself in once again, fucking like teenagers. Everyone had left the office nearly, but you still didn’t want to get caught.

“Yeah you said that last time sweetheart.” He growled into your ear as he readjusted you, hoisting you up further onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was fucking up into you. His pants were only down far enough to let his cock out and he continued to push your tight pencil skirt up over your thighs and hips. You moaned into his ear which caused him to pick up his pace.

“I mean it we…we can’t keep doing this.” You moaned as his lips attached to your neck. He smirked and looked back up at you. His hand slithered up your throat and cupped under your chin.

“Really? Is that why you decided to wear this tight little skirt today? To get me to stop?” He panted

“I always wear these…” you lied

“Yeah well what about this blouse then hmm.” His hand slid down your throat to tug on your collar and then slipped inside your blouse to cup your breast.

“You know I can see right through it don’t you?”

“Maybe I was trying to get someone else’s attention…”you croaked out

“Mmm I don’t think so sweetheart. I know other people are looking but they wouldn’t dare to touch you.” He replied

“Why is that?”

“You know why…” he breathed into your ear “because you’re mine…” he picked up his pace and soon enough you were both coming undone.

He held you in place for a while and rested his forehead against yours. You both panted in exhaustion, your breathing in sync. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling out and setting you back on your feet.

“You should grab a drink with me tonight.” He suggested as he stepped back, readjusting himself, stuffing his cock back into his jeans and buckling his belt.

“Javi…” you sighed, shaking your head and smirking as you buttoned up your blouse “you know my rules…”

Ever since you and Javier started hooking up, you were very explicit about how your relationship would be. You had told him you weren’t looking for a relationship, but he convinced you to be “partners with benefits”.

Your rules were clear. No going out to bars or dinner, no flirting in front of your colleagues, and nothing more than just sex. Those were the rules left anyways. Javier had a way of convincing you to break them. At first, you had told him no hooking up at work, but about two weeks later and one too many tight dresses, you had broken that rule. And the rule not to show physical affection to each other outside of your activities. He couldn’t seem to help himself around you. He would always wait until no one was around, but occasionally he’d plant a kiss on your cheek or come up behind you and plant one on the back of your neck. It would usually turn into more, but occasionally it was just in passing and very quick.

“C’mon we can go as just co-workers. Then it’s not a date”

You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. You slipped your heels back on and started to fix your hair.

“You know what I told you. I’m not looking for a relationship, especially not with you.” You looked at him pointedly and he frowned “besides if you and I get together who else is going to fuck the hookers Escobar likes the have around.” You have joked raising my eyebrow

He rolled his eyes.

“They are informants and I get very useful information from them”

“Oh besides how they like it” you smirked reaching for the door

Javier stopped you. His hand wrapped around your wrist. He looked at you and you looked back at him intensely, snapping your head in surprise and confusion.

“Are you jealous or something?” He asked

“No!” You laughed “besides we get good intel like you said.”

He released your wrist and grunted in agreement. He traced his hand over your own, moving it from your wrist to your finger tip. He moved his fingers around your palm and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

“You should still get a drink with me though” he insisted, continuing to stroke your hand. “Hmm…what do you say? He kissed your knuckles this time, which took you off guard but it wasn’t unwelcomed.

A part of you had put these rules in place mainly for yourself. You knew getting tangled up with Javier like this would be trouble and quite frankly a distraction. Maybe you needed a distraction, but with your own partner? Would that really happen? Maybe because you also knew, in the back of your mind, you had deeper feelings at play. You thought about it and, in that moment, you realized you were about to break one of your own rules again.

“Fine.” You started, dropping your hand to your side “just as co-workers thought. This is not a date or anything like a date.”

“Fine by me. Whatever you wanna call it.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You opened the janitors closet and poked your head out. You looked around and stepped out. Javier followed after you.

“Let’s get going. And separate cars.” You commanded, looking at him seriously

“I figured.”

“Where are we meeting?” You asked

“That bar near your place. The one on the corner next to your apartment.” You answered

Of course he chose somewhere near your place. You thought he was gonna try and take you home with him after. Back to his place. You were wrong. You and him met at the bar and, what ended up being one drink became three, then a cigarette, and your night was pretty much set.

“This ain’t too bad hmm?” He asked

“I don’t mind getting a drink with you Javier. Just the principle of it I…struggle with”

He smirked at your answer “Is that so?” He slid his hand onto your knee which made you almost choke on the beer you were sipping on.

“Javi!” You gritted though my teeth in a low tone

“You said no flirting in front of co-workers or at work. Nothing about outside of work.” He smirked.

“I hope you understand that you’re not coming home with me tonight.” You remark pointedly

“Oh really why is that?” He asked rubbing my thigh

“Because we are just getting a drink as co-workers. Remember.”

Javier leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face and downed his whiskey.

“You’re at least gonna let me walk you home?”

“It’s just around the corner.” You reminded him

“So?” He asked

“I’ll be fine, but I have feeling you’d follow me anyways” you joked

“You think I’m too overprotective of you?”

“Sometimes….” You looked at him and he looked at you not with lust but something else. A deeper longing and you knew in that moment what you had suspected for a while. Javier Peña seemed to have fallen for you.

He ended up walking you home and you begrudgingly let him in for “just one more drink” and soon after you found yourself back home with him, although you didn’t actually have sex. The two of you drank whiskey and just talked. Something you rarely found time to do. Simply connect with each other. You both sat on the couch, Javier took the liberty of your closeness to occasionally caress your thigh or play with your hair. It was simple, yet incredibly intimate. You and him eventually moved to your bedroom, where you cuddled up on him. Neither of you talked much after that. You simply lost yourself in that moment with him. You felt complete and your heart felt full. You slowly faded into sleep against him and without realizing it he had kissed your forehead several times after you had fallen asleep until he too drifted off.

When you woke up the next morning Javier was still asleep, sleeping on his stomach. You watched his back muscles as they rose and fell. He breathed heavily and you tangled your fingers loosely in his hair to try and wake him up. He kept sleeping, so you decided to take a shower. As the warm water poured over your head you thought about the way he looked at you the night before. His big brown doughy eyes that looked at you like a puppy dog. His hand on your leg, fingers playing with your hair and his charming smile. And the way you held each other until you both fell asleep. You realized that you liked him too. You had been resisting him and the idea of you two together. Especially given that you weren’t too sure how the DEA would feel about you and him having a relationship.

Would you not be able to work together catching Escobar worse get fired? You didn’t want to lose everything at work just to be with him, but you also couldn’t help but feel this way for him. Your thoughts are disrupted when you hear the shower curtain being pushed back. Javier stepped in behind you and came close, pressing his chest against your back. You kept your eyes closed as he wrapped his hands around your waist. He started placing light kisses on your neck and you reached up behind to cup his face. You could feel his cock getting hard on your ass and you reached down to stroke him. He groaned into your ear as he cupped your breasts.

“Mind if I stay?” He whispered

You spun in his arms and looked into his eyes. That same loving look from last night appeared on his face and you knew that he definitely had feelings for you too. There was no turning back now. For either of you. So you accepted that you were also in love with him and leaned into kiss him. It was passionate, with full force. He pushed your back against the shower wall, cupped your face with one hand while the other was planted on the wall beside your head. You moved up against him and moved your leg slowly up to his waist. He dropped his hand and immediately groped your thigh.

“Wanna stay in here or take this back to the bed?” He asked

“I don’t think we’ve ever done it in the shower before” you remarked

“We haven’t” he smirked

You reached back down the stroke his cock and smiled at him.

“Well Agent Peña…” you said as you continued touching him. “What do you want?”

His hands traveled along your body and settled on your waist. He spun you back around and pushed you back up against the shower wall, grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back. You let out a breathy moan. You knew calling Javier “Agent Peña” turns him on. And you knew that it could make him go from the sweet man you cared about you so much, into a man hungry with lust. It makes him want to be in charge.

“I want you. And I suggest you behave. Got it?”

You moaned in agreement and nodded. He slapped your ass and tightened his grip around your wrists.

“Words sweetheart…”

“Yes sir…I’ll…I’ll be good” you reply somewhat begrudgingly.

Javier and you had this game sometimes when hooking up. You knew whenever you called him by his formal title, he was going to want to ravish you And you liked to give into him sometimes. Pretend you were a suspect or one of Escobar’s whores. It excited you, in a way you didn’t even know was possible. Makes you feel on edge and you like the anticipation that had control over you. Sex with Javier was usually always good, but when he was trying to find out where the next shipment was going to come in or where Escobar was going to be next he definitely had a few tricks up his sleeve. A few tricks to get girls to talk in bed.

Then he spun you back around as he grabbed your ass again. He rubbed his hand over it and slid it down in between your thighs. His fingers started rubbing your folds and you started melting up against the wall. Letting go of your wrists, he held you closer to him so your back was against his chest. He started pinching and twisting your nipples with his free hand. You let out a series of moans and whines. The hand in between your thigh snaked up and began to rub your clit. His fingers traced over it before pressing down and rubbing in a tight circle. You moaned and arched your back. He moved his hand across your sternum and pushed your back against his chest.

“Don’t move too much sweetheart” Javier demanded. “Just stay right here”

You held onto his biceps now that both of your hands were free. Your legs were shaking and everything around you was going fuzzy.

“Goddamn Peña you make me feel so good.” You whined

“I bet if you were actually one of Escobars girls I’d get information out of you real easy.”

You let out a mix between a moan and a laugh

“You flatter yourself Agent Peña”

With that he pushed you up against the shower wall some more you steadied yourself with your hands. You gasped in surprise at his sudden dominance. He pushed your legs open slightly, his hand grabbing the insides of your thighs. Then you felt the tip of his cock push into you and gasped.

“Would you tell me now?” He asked nipping on my ear lobe

“You’re going to have to do more than that to get anything out of me”

With that he pushed all the way inside you. He felt so full, so big. You couldn’t help but let out a long, staggering moan, but you weren’t about to say anything to him, about how good it felt. Not even say his name. It’s what he was trying to get out of you in this little game of yours. He started pumping in and out of you slowly at first, but he soon picked up his pace. You only let out a few soft moans as he worked his hips against your ass. You weren’t going to let him win that quickly, yet the pleasure was agonizingly good. He started pounding into you and you could barely contain your whimpers. His hand came down and sharply landed on your ass. He smacked it again and again. Each time you couldn’t help but let him hear you.

“Got more to tell me sweetheart?”

You shook your head and he growled into your ear

“C’mon now I know you wanna talk to me. At least tell me how good it feels”

You didn’t reply and he smacked your ass one last time. He pulled out abruptly, spun you around and turned the water off.

“I know what will make you talk…” he smirked

You stared up at him doe eyed, somewhat confused and scared and somewhat in anticipation. He pulled the curtain back then scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs dangling from the crook of his elbow. He held your naked body against his tightly and walked back into your bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and you let out a slight yelp. He crawled on top of you and started kissing you again.

“If you won’t talk to me from me fucking you…then I guess I’ll just torture you with my tongue.” He whispered

He worked his way down your entire body, kissing every inch slowly. He was methodically in his actions. Kissing, sucking, and nipping on your flesh like an animal that just caught its prey. He slowly reached your core and began teasing the inside of your thigh with his lips and tongue. Your hand moved down to grab his head and move him where you wanted. He bit down on your thigh, giving it a hard slap, and looked up at you.

“If you want me somewhere specific you’re gonna have to use your words.”

You groaned in response

You watched him as he went back to teasing you. His mouth drew closer and closer to your clit, until finally. Your hips bucked up in his face slightly as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He held you down and started really going for it. He ate you out like he was starving for you. Javier lapped you up, sucking and teasing your core. His tongue was relentless and kept bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He could sense it too. So he kept you on edge for a while. Javier pulled back, gawking at you as your eyes and pouty lips silently begged him to return his mouth to your slit. He slowly rubbed you as he admired you. He stroked himself with his free hand and bent back down to kiss your thighs.

You squirmed when his lips touched your skin again, so desperate to cum for him. Javier kissed your clit again, his soft affectionate demeanor driving you crazy. You wanted to cry out, but you held back, still remembering that he’s trying to coax you into telling him how good he makes you feel. How bad you crave him. Javier made eye contact with you as he tasted you, his tongue delicately danced over your folds. You bit down on your lip hard, eyes never leaving his. He pulled back again, catching his breath. He rubbed your clit again as he looked at you.

“C’mon baby. Why don’t you tell me how good it feels hmm? C’mon let me hear you.” Javier nearly begged but you just shook your head. His face changed as he scoffed at you.

“Fine. Gonna be a stubborn little thing hmm? Two can play at that game.” He said, removing his fingers. You buck your hips up at the loss of his hand, your face scrunched up disappointment. He sat up on his knees and beckoned you to him. You crawled forward, eyes never leaving his. With his cock in one hand, he stroked the side of your face

“Well if you're not going to speak, then maybe you can use your mouth in a different way hmm?” He suggested. He cups your face and draws you close to his crotch.

You opened your sweet little mouth, and he traced your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. You opened and took him into your mouth. He was so big, and you could feel the tip as it prodded the back of your throat. You gagged slightly and he cooed at you. He pumped into you, loving the way your lips became fat and plumb. He held the back of your head and he continued moving his hips. Javier tilts his head back in bliss, his grip getting slightly tighter in your hair. He looks down for a moment, reaching for your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Fuck that’s good.” He quipped. He looked back down at your mouth then back up at your ass. He ran his hand in-between your cheeks and started to rub your slick folds. His actions caught you off guard and you popped your mouth off his length. You moaned and gasped as your legs started to give out.

“Oh there she is. Can’t help it now hmm? Come on, tell me how good it feels.”

You held back for as long as possible, biting down hard on your bottom lip until you can’t help it anymore.

“Mmm mmm ooh fuck Javi fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..” you finally cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You duck your head down, face against the mattress as Javier made you cum. You convulsed on his hand. He smiled, his satisfaction ever so apparent.

“Thaaaats it. Oh fuuuck, you’re so pretty baby. So pretty cumming for me like this” he moaned

You stared back up at him, eyes slightly wet and glossy from having him down your throat. With a finger under your chin, he guided your lips back up to his. As he kissed you, he gently pushed you back on your back and you spread your legs for him. He wanted to tease you still, catching you while you're still a babbling mess. He rubs your clit as he pushes himself inside you. It was overwhelming at first, and you clenched around his cock.

“Javi…I-I oh fuck your gonna make me cum again” you squealed

“Good. Tell me who makes you feel good hmm?”

“Y-you Javier ok. You win you win you win, I fuck, I-I…”

“Go on. Say it. Say it to me.”

“I want you. Not just, not just like hooking up…I want all of you please…please…”

The admission stumbled out of you and you almost regretted it as you said it but Javier simply smiled. As he pumped into, he leaned down and kissed you

“Ohh I want you too. I have for a while.”

His passion overtook him and he sped up his hips. He was practically possessed, letting his brain go numb as he continued to drill into you. Your fucked out face gawked at him, continuously looking at his face and then at the place where his cock had entered you. The feeling of pleasure consumed you, he felt so full and deep in you. You never wanted this to end and neither did he. Javier kissed you frantically, savoring you.

“That’s all I really wanted this whole time. To know you wanted me too.” He whispered

You nodded and he pumped into you more deliberately.

“Christ baby you feel so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

Mhmm go on. Fill me up. Fuck pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…” you beg over and over again until he came. His cum spilled into you, feeling warm and filling. He took a moment to catch his breath, kissing all over your face as he did.

“Mmm Javier, we’re going to be in so much trouble…” you muffled as he kissed you

“You really think…” he kissed you “that we should worry about that” he kissed you again “right now. In this moment”

You sighed against him and shook your head

“I hope you have a plan for figuring this out.”

“You know I’ll figure it out baby.” He smiled cockily

He cupped your face and continued to kiss you over and over again. You slowly melted into his touch and so did your anxiety. At that moment you didn’t care. You had him, as much as you had tried to resist him, you wanted him and now, now you had him.

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[otaku0411]

A GLASS OF WHISKEY PLEASE: Part Two

‼️Part one ‼️

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It’s been 6 weeks since I met the famous Kenji Sato. After learning about him, I did a little research on him and apparently he is on more on the clock your side and he’s a little bit egotistical to say the least. Which honestly I don’t mind, I kinda like it when a guy is cocky and confident, especially when he know what to do, which he does show on the baseball field because based on his stats and record, he is one hell of a baseball player.

A week after our first encounter, he came and based on where my coworkers told me, he came to the bar every night to see me, but he will not see me back there until Wednesday night and that when I saw him his face lit up and he gave me his classic smile. He ordered his drink and we talked that day since it wasn’t busy.

I eventually gave him my phone number and we begin to text and call each other. We got to know each other more about our personal life and family. He tells me that he’s born in Japan, but his mom moved to but him and his mom moved to America when he was younger. I asked him why his dad didn’t come, he reply with business reasons I didn’t prey on it and we carry along the conversation to something else.

I can’t lie, I’m starting to have a crush on this man. Cause after all of his flirting and cocky persona, he’s genuinely and sweet and sincere man. And that’s kinda sexy!

It’s a Thursday night and it’s not really busy, so Kenji decided to come in and keep me company. “How’s my favorite baseball player?” I greet him as he’s taking a sit. “I’ve been doing great now that I saw you.” I chuckle “Well aren’t you a flirt.” He laughs a little, “No baby that just how I talk. But I can flirt with you if that makes you happy,” He smirks as he analyze me from top to bottom where I was standing “No thank you, but my eyes are up here sir.” He put his hands up in defense mode “My fault, love.” I roll my eyes playfully “Whatever, do you want your usual today?” “Why of course.”

After we’re bantering with each other for like 30 minutes, there’s a long pause between us. After what felt like an hour, Kenji finally speaks. “There’s also something I been meaning to ask you about.” “What is it?” I asked, wiping down the counter. “Would it be weird if I-” RINGG

His watch started to ring and he answered it before he could finish his sentence. “Hey, what is it?” His facial expression went from neutral to being worried. “Okay I’ll be there soon,” he hang up, looking more worried than before. He digs into his pockets and pulls out a fifty, “I’m so sorry, this is an emergency! I’ll text you later when I’m done!” And just like that, he was out the door.

For the rest of the shift, all I could think about was if he was okay and what was the call about. I eventually get home and check any notifications. *ZERO*

It’s okay Y/n, he’ll text you back when he gets a minute.

But that minute never came. Before you knew it, it has been two weeks since he abruptly left the bar that day. You couldn’t understand why he wasn’t responding. You even left a few messages after a couple of days hoping he’s okay. No response. After a week, you decided to not stress about it and just continue your daily life.

Saturday night rolls a round and as always, you were busy. Crowds decided to sit at the bar instead of waiting for a table and it left you drained. But you wasn’t completely mad about it since you made over your goal that night.

It’s 15 minutes before closing, and there’s two people sitting at the bar, but they already paid off so I’m not tripping. I call out “Last Call” to let everyone know that this is their last time ordering drinks for tonight. I begin to wipe down the counter when I heard “A whisky, neat please?” I turn over and load and behold it’s Kenji.

He has a pitiful smile on his face, knowing what he did to me. “Sorry we already did last call sir,” I replied, sounding unbothered by his presence. “Come on baby please?” He asked again pouting his lips. I rolled my eyes and turned my back from him as I scoffed.

“Okay I definitely deserved that,” he commented. I turn to him “You think?!” I snapped “I texted you seeing if something happened and I get radio silence on your end!” The two guests see our interaction and took it as a sign to call it a night. Kenji gave me a half scared/ half sad face. “I’m sorry for not calling or texting you. That was a shitty move on my end.” He explained. “It just…that day I got a call from my dad and I might be moving back to Japan soon.”

My eyes begin to widen. “What happened,” I asked. He look around our area and though there was no customers at this point, a couple of servers was still around doing sidework. “Would it be okay if we talk in private?” I had to think for a minute.

A guy I liked is asking back to his or my place, what could possibly go wrong? EVERYTHING!!! But I known him for a couple months now so it’s not like a stranger. Though he could possibly kill me. If I go, it’d have to be at my place. I know my way around it and I have weapons in case of emergency. Ugh why am I thinking so hard about this?! What if we sleep together?! Pfppp, that’s crazy talk?! That would NEVER happen in a million years!

“Uhhh, Y/n?” Kenji said softly. I snapped back to reality, “Sorry that just caught me off guard.” “If you don’t want to talk it’s ok-” “NO!” I shouted “I do, it just have to be at my place though. If you don’t mind.” He smiles at me, “That’s not a problem.” “Good well I’ll be off in 30 minutes so I’ll send you the address and text you when I’m home.” “Sounds good, I’ll see you then.”

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I don’t know why but those 30 minutes were the fastest 30 minutes I’ve ever worked since I started working here. Nevertheless, I make it home and try to straighten up the place as much as I can. Before I took a shower, I texted him I’m home. He replied with “I’m on my way.” After getting out of the shower, I put on some loungewear. As soon as I look in the mirror to check myself, the doorbell rings.

I checked the peephole and it was Kenji holding what look like a bottle of champagne. “Heyy” I greeted him moving away from the door, signaling him to come in. He look around my apartment. It wasn’t much just a 1 bed/1 bath place with some outdated appliances, but I made it work.

“I like your place, it’s lovely.” He complement. I smile, “Thank you! Though I expect you seen better places than this.” He look at me a lot dumbfounded. “It’s doesn’t take away the fact that you have a lovely home.” I clear my throat. “Well I got some wine glasses so let’s try to wine down huh,” I nudged him. He laughed at my attempt but obliged.

You and Kenji are now sitting on the couch, with a glass of wine in each other y’all hand. He pours yours in the glass, “Why thank you.” You sip for it. “So, what is you have to tell me in private?” “Doing straight to the point, huh?” “I have to, I know you like to beat around the bush.”

He drink out his glass and begin to talk, “Well my dad got injured back in Japan from his job, and because of that he can no longer work.”

“And let just say, I need to go back and be his replacement to say the least.” “What do you mean by being a replacement?” Kenji straightened up and gives me a serious look “……If I tell you this, you promise me, wholeheartedly that you won’t tell a SOUL?” He made me nervous with the question but I nodded, “You have my word.” I take another sip of my drink

“I’m going to be Ultraman.” He confessed. I nearly choked on the champagne’s. I heard about him from social media times to times but never in a million years would I ever expected this. “What?!” “My family is Ultraman. I know it’s sounds crazy but it’s the truth.”

“How long have you known you were going to be Ultraman?” “Last week, it became official when I got the offer to transfer to the Giants in Tokyo.” He s soaked in the couch feeling defeated and exhausted by the whole situation. I begin to feel bad about the times I cursed him out in my head over not texting or calling him. Who knew he had literally the world on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry for dismissing your texts. You didn’t do anything wrong. I had to take some time to straighten this whole thing out. And it definitely put a damper on my plans.” “What plans may I ask?”

He look at me and our eyes connected each others. Only this time it felt, intimate and a longing for something more, or rather someone.

“That day at the bar, I wanted to ask you Y/n if it would be okay to take you out on a date.” He slides his hand to mine “When I’m with you, I feel comfortable and warmth. I like the way you carry yourself how you can hold yourself together, even when you don’t want to. Your smile and sense of humor is something I would never stop admire about you.”

I never been confessed to like this ever in my life, not even from past relationships. Just by hearing him and looking into his eyes, I can feel myself falling for him. “Kenji, I like you too. I would’ve definitely said yes that day.” I answered. “You bring out my comical side and always there to talk to more annoy whenever I need a break from customers.” We laughed. “But most importantly you’re kind, compassionate, and sensitive despite what the tvs or the world say about you. I know that you are a great person and I would love to take our relationship to the next level.”

He smiles and hold my hand firm. He get closer to my face, yet still hold our eyes contact. “And I promise you, I will prove to you everyday that I am worthy of your love and to never make you feel unappreciated.”

I could feel the tension in the living room that we created, and the wine that’s in my system. I don’t know what I did was the wrong move but I kissed him. His lips felt warm and soft. I quickly back up.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I apologize profusely.

He grabbed my face and our lips met again. It began slow, but it got deeper and more passionate. I soon straddle him on his lap to embrace him more. I run my fingers through his jet black hair and getting caught in it. He place his hands on my hips to get me closer to him. I caught myself coming out for air every few seconds but always going back in for more. I need him, I want him. Even if we only go on one date, he moves, and I never hear from him again, I just want him to make me feel good.

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A/N: PART TWO is hereee😭 I’m so glad everyone enjoy the first one. I hope part two meet yall expectations. The last part should be here by tomorrow or Thursday.

As always hope everyone have a good day/night🩷

And don’t worry, “It does get steamy”



[extasiswings]

too tired to keep lying

7x06 spec...no I can't explain myself. On ao3 here.

Buck hates hospitals. He’s spent far too much time in them, sent too many patients to them, seen too much loss—he hates hospitals. But the part he hates the most isn’t the antiseptic smell or the fluorescent lighting or the smug doctors who act like they’re so much better than the lowly paramedics. The part he hates the most is the helplessness. When there’s nothing else to do but wait and see.

Wait and see.

Buck watches from several feet away as a doctor speaks with Maddie. Chim is still in surgery, has been for hours, and Buck knows he should be trying to do more, should at least cross the room and wrap an arm around his sister, help her stay standing, but he can’t make himself move in that direction. Because he can’t bear to see her look at him right now, knowing that he wasn’t able to stop this from happening, wasn’t able to protect her from this.

Buck’s stomach lurches and his feet unstick, sending him in the opposite direction from Maddie. Sending him to the exit.

His shoulder bumps someone as he passes through the door, and a hand grips his bicep for balance—a familiar hand. He exhales in a heavy gust of air as he steadies himself, then looks up into Eddie’s face.

“Any news?” Eddie asks quietly.

Buck shakes his head. “He’s still in surgery.”

Eddie nods once, then follows Buck as he keeps moving towards the main doors. Once they cross the threshold into the parking lot, the sun high in the sky is a reminder of how long he’s been waiting for news. There are messages on his phone—from Bobby, from Hen, from Tommy even, which is a tangle he can’t even begin to think about right now—but he can’t think about them, can’t return any of them. He can’t—

“They’re supposed to be getting married today,” he whispers. “In four hours. They’re supposed to be getting married, and instead—instead they’re—and I—I can’t—I don’t know w—what I—”

Eddie’s hand closes tightly around his, and Eddie’s arm closes around Buck’s waist to keep him standing. And Buck can’t help himself—he turns his face into Eddie’s neck and breathes, he lets Eddie take his weight, lets himself lean into the support that he hasn’t allowed himself to accept from anyone else.

“I should be making calls,” Buck says as Eddie’s warmth seeps into him, burning away the icy chill of numbness. “There are things to cancel—the caterers and flowers and—someone has to—”

“You don’t,” Eddie assures. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“But someone has to tell everyone that there’s—” Buck’s voice cracks. A shudder wracks him and Eddie’s hold tightens. “—that there’s not going to be a wedding today.”

Eddie stiffens for a moment, but before Buck can ask why, Eddie turns his head, his mouth grazing the edge of Buck’s jaw.

Buck freezes, then goes hot. An accident, he tells himself. Eddie definitely wouldn’t have done that on purpose, right? Eddie is—Eddie isn’t—Eddie wouldn’t—

Against his will, a hazy vision rises in the back of Buck’s mind—one that he’s been trying to figure out whether it’s a dream or a memory since Chim’s bachelor party a week ago.

Eddie’s hands on his bare chest, Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, the kiss broken by both of them laughing when Buck knocks over a glass of wine onto his pants—

Buck shivers, and almost misses it when Eddie says—

“There could be.”

“What?”

Eddie swallows hard, pulling back enough that his eyes can meet Buck’s. “There could still be a wedding today.”

“Considering the groom is unconscious on a surgical table and the bride is stuck waiting for news in the waiting room, trying to keep their child calm, I’m pretty sure that’s not—”

Eddie cuts Buck off with a kiss, swallowing the shocked noise Buck makes. And this kiss, Buck can’t ignore. This kiss, Buck can’t write off as a dream or a drunk hallucination. This kiss—this kiss is real, and right, and Buck feels like he’s been hit with lightning all over again, but he also feels like he’s come home, like he finally understands—

Fuck. Buck breaks the kiss with a gasp, wrenching himself back. “I—I—I—Eddie, I have a boyfriend.”

He doesn’t want to say it, he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want to think at all. But he’s not 26 anymore—he knows better than to avoid difficult things by burying himself in sex. So he knows that he has to say it. He has to—

“I know,” Eddie replies, and his voice is soft, his eyes are gentle. His hands are warm and steady and sure as they slide up Buck’s arms to his face. “I know you do. Right now. But I’m saying—I’m asking—”

Uncertainty flickers for the first time in Eddie’s gaze, and Buck would give anything to take that away. So despite the fact that he knows better, despite the fact that he’s supposed to be so much more responsible now, despite everything—he leans in and kisses Eddie again.

Eddie murmurs something into the kiss that Buck misses in the haze of heat that floods him.

“What?” He breathes as the kiss breaks again.

Eddie’s thumb passes over his cheekbone and Buck shivers again as his eyes flutter shut.

“Marry me,” Eddie repeats. “Marry me today. Because tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone and I know—I know it sounds crazy. Because yes, I know you have a boyfriend, but I’m saying—I’m saying you could have a husband. I’m saying that I could be your husband. Because I’ve loved you for so long and I think maybe you love me too, and I know I’ve been a coward—I know. I should have told you years ago, I should have told you so many times, I never should have waited so long. But if you let me—if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, because I am in love with y—”

Everything around Buck disappears. Everything narrows to white noise and Eddie’s face and those words repeating on a loop as the last several years of memories play back like a flipbook. And it’s like a puzzle piece clicks into place, like a key turns in a lock, everything making sense in a way he hadn’t thought was possible.

“You love me?”

Eddie blows out a breath. “More than anything. Do you—” he clears his throat. “—do you love me?”

And it’s right, so very right, when Buck pauses as the flipbook of their lives keeps playing back, and he says—

“Yes. Yes, I love you.”

The smile that breaks over Eddie’s face is brighter than the sun, and steals the breath from Buck’s lungs.

“So…you’ll marry me? Today?”

Buck kisses him again. And when he pulls back, he takes a breath. And gives him an answer.

[alltimefail]

Happy Day 2 of Cast Appreciation Week to Jayden Revri!

Like George, Jayden is not on Tumblr (to our knowledge haha), but I’m singing his praises everywhere today!

Thank you for everything you’ve given our fandom, Jayden! This letter struck a particularly emotional chord for me, but I hope it still made sense despite that haha!

Our perfect Charles Rowland, we love you so much! 💜💀🔎

Transcript of my letter below the cut!

Happy Cast Appreciation Week!

October 21, 2024

Dearest Jayden,

I have no idea how I will keep this brief, but I promise to do my best! I want to start by saying that you are a beacon of light in our community; from the way you root us on and engage with us online to the lovely environment that you've curated with your streams (where I've met some wonderful people), you have made our fandom so much better. We are incredibly lucky to have you. You’re a one-of-a-kind talent and your joy reads in everything you do. Honestly, it's simply FUN watching you act; I’m not sure how else to describe it, it’s nearly impossible to watch you on screen and not be completely taken by your thoughtful, intentional expressions. All this to say, I hope you’re aware of how multi-talented you are. (You even have a beautiful singing voice!)

Now, on a more personal note.

I relate to Charles in more ways than not, and I've rarely seen a character like him - one who deals with anger, shame, and trauma - portrayed with the kind of love, care, and reverence that you gave him. So often characters like Charles, and real-life people like him, are boiled down to their worst parts, and it's ironic because that's how they see themselves, too. (Again, I know this all too well. Shame is a liar, but when it's beaten into you as a child, you cling to it like an old friend.) I cried with Charles, I felt for him, and your performance is what initially locked me into Dead Boy Detectives.

I will never be able to find the words to describe how thankful I am that YOU played our Charles Rowland. I need you to know the pivotal impact this character has had on people like me: people who rarely get to see our stories told, but more than that, rarely get to be the "Heroes" in those stories. It’s the strangest thing, really: I found myself immediately sticking up for Charles and wanting the best for him before I even knew why. In having grace for Charles, I started viewing my own shame, my own trauma, with a little more grace, too.

Because to hear, over and over again, that people like Charles are not bad... they’re loved, actually, and not just loved but also enough, is life-changing for someone who carries shame with them everywhere they go. To see a character that I relate to be told that they deserve love, even when they can't "Keep smiling for everyone," is invaluable. This character will stick with me for life. You have given us such a gift through your portrayal of Charles, and I'm deeply grateful to you. I genuinely don’t think anyone else could have done what you did with this role, and you deserve to know that the work you did was never in vain. Charles’ story matters, and thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for telling it.

I am rooting for you big time, Jayden Revri! I think the world needs more of your sunshine, more of your talent, more of your immeasurable kindness and humbleness. I can’t wait for the next “Streamden” (lol). Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for loving this fandom in the way we love you!

You are our Charles, always and forever, and we will all be here to support you (and fight for you) in all your current and future endeavors.

All my love,

Veronica “V”

@ atfsims1

(Or "Sims" as you call me on streams lmao)

[iamamythologicalcreature]

WIP Wednesday: Kitten Edition

Shush there's still fifteen minutes of Wednesday in my time zone...

Thank you to @whatevertheweather for the tag! (Can't wait to read more of your story!) And thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me in wipsday stuff even though my ability to reblog and such is somewhat limited right now. Means a lot to me. <3

Sooo as much as I'd like to share little art bits with you, this is going to be more of a life update. But with bonus kitten pics.

Here's what I'm up to these days:

In case you haven't heard, @carryonthroughtheages is happening! I'm very excited to be working on such a cool event. It's everything my snowbaz-lovin', history-nerd heart could wish for.

I am working on art! It's just that I can't post any snippets because it's concept art for @carryon-reverse-bang. So it's shhhh secret.

I'm moving. Like. Many thousands of miles away from my current location. It's going to keep me pretty busy for the next 2-3 months, but please keep tagging me in stuff if you have the room. When I can pop onto Tumblr, I love seeing what everyone is doing!

One other project that's very special to me.... KITTENS! (See below.)

All other projects are on hold for now, but not abandoned! (I'm very attached to them.)

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter

*Yes, the gray one is totally laying on top of the orange one and pinning him down in that first pic. Orange dude seems okay with it.

I got some new foster kittens! They're about 9 weeks old or so, and have had a pretty rough time of it. They're still pretty afraid of people, including me, but I'm making progress. They needed to be dewormed, but now that that's done, I expect they'll become more and more themselves quickly.

More info under the cut, plus the whole naming conundrum:

Because they're still recovering from a traumatic few weeks of being separated from other sibs and being bounced around before finally landing here with me, it's hard to know their personalities yet. But here's what I've observed thus far:

Gray girl was the most afraid, hissing at me at first, but has taken to being petting with a little more willingness than orange boy. (She even purred today!) She's also very fond of the plastic pink spring toy I gave her, and I caught her climbing the side of the enclosure at one point.

Orange boy is still sleeping a lot, and is less open to being handled, though he takes it stoically when I reach in and give him a gentle stroke or two. I can't tell what part of that behavior is recovery, and what's shyness, or something else. He's pretty chill with his sister, though, and watched with great interest while she played with her spring, earlier. I'm pretty sure he's playing with the dangly-bell-toy when I'm not looking. Cause. Ding-ding.

I’d love to wait to name them until I know more about their personalities, but unfortunately, I can’t. I need to get them into the fostering database, and thus, names are required. I have a couple ideas, but if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please do let me know!

That's all! You're up to date! Cheers.

Tags for future wipsdays and/or hello's to: @drowninginships, @ic3-que3n, @prettygoododds, @monbons, @thewholelemon,

@roomwithanopenfire, @facewithoutheart, @noblecorgi, @mooncello, @rimeswithpurple,

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy, @best--dress,

@youarenevertooold, @supercutedinosaurs, @cutestkilla, @imagineacoolusername, @tender-ministrations,

@bazzybelle, @theimpossibledemon, @emeryhall, @blackberrysummerblog

[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Just us - Three

(Felix Volturi x reader)

I‘ve decided to write this into a whole series, because this story has been on my mind for a while now. The parts are going to be published slowly, it always takes me awhile, but as I said before they all have a mostly ‚closed‘ ending so it’s still satisfying to read. Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

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Description: Bella invites you to her wedding and it unfolds a whole lot of alterations.

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“Oh my god, no way!”, you squealed into your phone, making Bella utter a small ‘ouch’. A few weeks after Felix came back from dealing with the newborn army in Forks, you decided to call Bella while taking a walk around the courtyard, but what you really didn’t expect her to tell you is that she’s engaged. “Yeah I can’t really believe it myself, I just wanted to tell you before the invitation arrived”, she told you in her usual calm voice. “I can’t wait honestly, I’m so happy for you! Do you already have a date?”, you asked excitedly, sitting down on a bench and enjoying the sun. “Yeah we decided on August 13th and will hold the ceremony in the Cullens garden. Do you think you’ll be able to come though?”, Bella asked sounding kinda anxious. “I think I gotta ask, but I mean why not? Everyone still thinks I have an internship here so why shouldn’t I be able to visit. Someone probably has to come with me though, do you think I can bring Felix?”, you asked thoughtful, considering all the possible outcomes bringing him could have.

“Yeah, yeah we already talked about that and decided that’s fine, he just needs to hunt somewhere else”, Bella confirmed and you could hear someone with a male voice say something to her. “Sorry (Y/N) I gotta go, there’s so much to plan you wouldn’t believe it. Anyway, will you let me know if you’re coming?”, Bella asked and you could hear her moving around. “Yeah sure I’ll let you know! Love you”, you answered and after a ‘love you’ from her you hung up the phone. Looking at the clock on top of the tower you saw that it’d be only two more hours until Felix was done with his duty today and you really couldn’t wait to ask him to go with you.

You stayed out in the courtyard enjoying the sunset, but with the dark starting to settle in, there were also more vampires walking around the courtyard. They didn’t get damaged by the sun, but a lot of them - especially the newer ones - didn’t like walking around in the courtyard in Italys summer heat. And even though they were under strict orders not to touch you, you also knew that the control vampires had over their thirst could be easily lost, even by the smallest triggers. You just had to think of Bellas Birthday last year and your feet moved a little faster in the direction of your chambers.

When you made it back and closed the door you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but when you turned around you already had the next heart attack incoming, because Felix was standing right behind you. “God, I told you not to do that!”, you complained pressing your hand to your racing heart. “Sorry mia cara, I didn’t mean to, I was just about to go searching for you”, he laughed and picked you up effortlessly so that you hooked your feet behind his back and your hand behind his neck. “I thought I’d make it back before you”, you hummed and pressed a content kiss to his cold lips. “The trial was over faster than we thought, so I rushed back to you, my love”, he smirked and sat you both down on the couch.

“I have some very big news”, you smiled with a giggle making his eyebrows raise in wonder. “Really? Something big happened in the last six hours we didn’t see each other?”, Felix grinned and looks at you. “Yes, Bella called and guess what she told me”, you excitedly changed your position to sitting on your knees. “She finally realized Edward is a failure and broke it off?”, Felix teased you and you playfully hit his chest, not to hard though (remembering what Bella told you about the time she hit Jacob). “No! The exact opposite actually, they’re getting married next month!”, you finally told him, smiling excitedly. His eyes widened and you were kind of proud of yourself for actually being able to surprise the millennia old vampire. “He really got her to agree, huh?”, Felix asked, referring to the time you told him about Edward only being willing to try having sex with Bella if they’d get married.

“Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like he’s forcing her to the altar in chains”, you giggled, “Bella was just worried about people thinking he knocked her up.” That made Felix let out a laugh: “This century is strange.” “Whatsoever, they invited us to come, so…?”, you came to the question you’ve been wanting to ask, hoping he’d say yes. “Really? Mhm…I would have to correspond with the masters, but if they agree I don’t see why not”, he reluctantly answered, making a joyful smile spread across your face. “Will you ask tomorrow?”, you pressed on, scooting closer to him, his hand laying down on your upper thigh.

“Yes, sure I will”, he smiled at how happy you were for your cousin. Simultaneously it made him wonder if you had ever thought about getting married, specifically getting married to him. That thought lingered in his mind, even after you pulled him in a hug and staying close after pulling away. “What is it?”, you asked scanning his face. He let out a huff, always amazed by how easily you could read him. “Nothing, nothing don’t worry”, he tried to shoot down your attempts to find out what was bothering him. No matter how much he loved you, he was scared of overwhelming you by talking about marriage (even though it was something he definitely wanted someday, with you). “I can see something’s wrong love, why won’t you tell me? Is it something bad, did something happen?”, he could see you were getting anxious and he could hear your heartbeat speeding up. “No, no amore it’s not that”, he tried to calm you down, “I…I was just wondering if you had ever thought about getting married.”

You were surprised to be honest, but in retrospect you could have anticipated it. He was very old fashioned and getting married was really important back in his time and with all this marriage talk, why wouldn’t it come up. „Yeah of course, why?“, you wondered, studying his face. „And what are your thoughts on marriage?“, he seemed to be carefully considering what he said, as if not trying to deter you. „Uhm I guess I always thought I would marry one day, committing to one another like that seems romantic. Nothing big though“, was this leading where you thought it was?

„Mhm“, Felix was lost in thought. Ever since being a vampire he didn’t really think about human traditions like marriage, but he knew that back when he was human these values were very important to him (eventhough he didn’t remember much from his former life). So the thought of marrying you appealed to him greatly, making his mate his the human way, he liked that thought.

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„Congrats Bella! I’m so happy for you, you look gorgeous by the way“, you hugged your cousin after you finally got your hands on her at the reception, there were so many people that wanted to congratulate the happy couple. „Thank you, I’m so happy you made it“, she smiled at you, Edward and Felix only standing behind each of you, neither saying anything.

Shortly after that interaction you were pushed aside by the next guests that wanted to get to the couple, so you and Felix made your way over to your seats. You didn’t arrive there though, because a slightly familiar voice interrupted you. „(Y/N) is that you?“, Mike Newton pulled you into a hug before you could react. He was your classmate in highschool, but you always got an odd vibe from him.

„Who would have thought we would see you again? Heard you finished high school in Italy?“, he asked, and you felt Felix hand slide around your waist. „Yeah I did, it’s amazing over there“, you smiled, trying to cut this conversation short. But you were too quick to hope, because now Angela, Jessica and Eric were walking up to you.

„Wow, would you look at that“, Jessica smiled at you, but you could tell she was unhappy that Mike didn’t pay attention to her. Nothing ever changes in Forks, doesn’t it. „It’s nice to see you again (Y/N)“, Angela smiled, and you smiled back, her being the only one of the pack you ever truly liked. „And who might that be?“, Jessica asked curiously, pointing at Felix behind you who had been quiet until now.

„My name is Felix, I’m her partner“, Felix told them with his voice a little deeper than normal and his arm tightened around your waist. „Wow, maybe I should visit Italy if all men look like that“, Jessica laughed, but before the situation became to uncomfortable Alice swooped in and saved the day. „Excuse me, I need to whisk these two away from you for now“, she giggled and lead you away.

„Thanks for saving us Alice“, you laughed when you were out of earshot. „No worries, I know how they can get, you looked really uncomfortable“, she smiled and left you to your own devices again.

You finally settled in your seats, Felix immediately sliding closer with his chair, gripping your thigh with his strong hand. „If that human ever touches you again, he will be my dinner“, he grumbled making you pat his hand. No need to mention that - going by his smirk - Felix noticed right away that his possessive display of jealousy kind of turned you on.

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You have been back in Volterra for almost a week when Felix approached you with an uncertain look on his face after he came back from his guard duty. You were sitting on the couch with your favorite book, and when you noticed his apprehension you put it away to give him your full attention.

„What is it?“, you were concerned, he rarely was unsure about anything. „Am I that easy to read?“, he chuckled and sat next to you, immediately pulling you into his side and giving you a soft kiss. „Only for me“, you grinned and gave him another kiss, before pulling back a little to like at him expectingly.

„I asked Aro for some time off“, he started to tell you what was on his mind, surprising you with the nature of it. „Time off? What for?“, you wondered and took his big cold hand that was playing with the hem of the blanket in yours, trying to give him comfort.

„I though maybe we could…I mean you told me how great you thought the honeymoon Bella and Edward are on is, and I figured even if we didn’t get married we could still get out of here for a while“, he came clean and you were stunned for a second. He surprised you again and again, who would’ve thought he is so thoughtful and sweet. God, you were so in love.

„Just us two?“, you breathed, excited at the prospect of having some real alone time with him. „Yes, if you’re comfortable with it I mean, if you don’t want to that’s-“, you interrupted him immediately, not wanting to entertain any insecurities. „Of course I want to, honestly that sound amazing“, you smiled and laced your hands behind his neck.

„Great“, he seemed to lose all his tension, sinking into your embrace and resting his chin on your head. „Where to were you thinking?“, you asked curiously, thinking about all the possibilities you had. All of the places that were really touristy or populated would probably not be in the race.

„The Volturi have several isolated properties around the world, believe it or not sometimes we do like to travel“, he chuckled, pulling you a little tighter against him, „we could use the one on an island in the Mediterranean Sea or there’s a cabin in the mountains in Switzerland.“ Humming you considered your options, you’ve never really liked beach vacations in the first place and autumn was approaching anyway, so you were leaning towards the mountains.

„Switzerland sounds nice“, you sighed closing your eyes, the affection and proximity of your mate always giving you comfort. Felix grumbled in agreement, and you were already wondering if maybe up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, Felix would feel safe enough to try - sleeping with you that is.

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You had left for the cabin the following evening, taking a small private plane and then a car from the airport. You had to travel throughout the night, because it was safe for Felix not to be spotted. When you arrived at the cabin you were in awe. It was really high up, there was snow as far as you could see. Pine trees were all around, only a small, at least a mile long, dirt path marking the way from the street to the cabin.

After Felix had carried your luggage inside, you two spent most of the day lounging around and just enjoying the calm and quiet for now. At some point you had to get up to make yourself dinner though, Felix keeping you company by sitting at the small kitchen island while you were cooking. In the evening you were laying on the couch together, the fireplace keeping you warm and cozy, while Felix was holding you close.

„You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do all day“, Felix broke the comfortable silence and sat you both up slowly. You could feel him taking a shaky breath, making you wonder what was happening as he didn’t need to breath after all. You turned around to look at him, the spacious couch allowing you to sit cross-legged and hold his hands still.

„This isn’t as big and pompous as it could be, and I sincerely hope that I know you well enough to be right about you preferring this the small way“, he cleared his throat and you could feel your heart pick up its pace, „I still remember the moment I met your eyes for the first time like it was yesterday, and how I realized that after millennia of being alone in this world I wouldn’t have to be anymore. My love for you is so profound, endless and unconditional and no superficial human tradition could ever capture the lengths I would go for you, but I still want to make you mine in every possible way.“

Your heart was beating so hard the blood was rushing in your ears. He let go of one of your hands and pulled something out of his pant pocket, your mind already making the connection before you fully realize what’s happening. There in his hands is a beautiful but simple ring, and your free hand started shaking, covering your mouth in shock.

„So eventhough there’s no one here to officiate anything, I still want to ask you to marry me right here, right now, just the two of us“, he finished and you were left speechless. Of all the things you were expecting to happen here, this was the last thing you were prepared for.

Not quite finding your voice yet you nodded repeatedly, and some of the tension left your mates body and he smiled. „I need to hear you say it, mia cara“, he smiled lovingly and waited patiently for you to gather yourself. Taking a deep breath you removed the hand from your mouth. „Yes“, you answered with a small voice, „yes of course I’ll marry you.“

Pure unfiltered joy broke out across Felix face. He softly lifted your hand a little, slipping the ring onto your finger. You couldn’t hold back anymore, falling into his arms and burying your head in his neck. „I love you so, so much Felix. This is perfect“, you whispered, knowing he would hear you with his vampire ears and you could feel him pull you in even tighter.

You pulled back a little and he took your face into his hand, softly meeting your lips with his. You still being human meant you had to pull back sooner than you would’ve liked, still needing to breathe. „So this is a honeymoon“, you giggled, Felix just chuckling before pulling you close again.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | march 21 support | words: 976

hiiii so i had the worst fucking time at work lately and i felt like i needed to disappear and wondered why i was a public enemy number 1. so to make myself feel better i wrote this (yes, you guessed- james is me; reg is my therapist 🤠). do i feel better? not really. do i hope someone else with similar feelings will find comfort in this? absolutely.

tw: anxiety, self hatred, everyone is mean

James lay on the carpet and looked up at the fluorescent stars on the ceiling. He was having a shitty day; he started it with a huge smile on his face, but as he walked into the coffee shop he always passed on his way to work, the barista looked at him like he had just killed their pet. Maybe they're having a bad day, he thought.

So he ordered his coffee, waited until the order was ready, and watched the barista. They served another customer with a radiant smile on their faces. Well, maybe they just don't like me.

The thought made him lose his spark a little, but as he grabbed the paper cup and left with a cheery see you tomorrow, he plastered that bright smile back on his face.

It hasn’t stayed there for a long time. While waiting for the light to turn green, he looked at the girl holding her mother's hand and winked at her. The woman at her side must have read it wrong, because she frowned at him and led the girl as far away from him as the other people would let them. Yeah, she didn’t get it right; I was just trying to be friendly, not creepy.

As the day went by, there were similar situations waiting for him at every corner: his boss walked to the break room while James was making tea and gave him a nasty look; his colleagues didn't say a word to him all day, apart from polite greetings. James needed help with some paperwork and asked Carolina from accounting about it. She just huffed and took the papers with an eye roll.

He didn’t get it—what was he doing wrong? He was nice as ever, smiling at everyone and trying not to get in anyone’s way, yet still, each person with whom he interacted that day seemed to hate him.

Even Sirius seemed angry with him when, after being asked if he wanted to come over and watch today’s game, the long-haired man replied i can’t.

By 4:00, when he finished work, there was a purple spot on his hand where he was pinching himself to get his mind off of the whole everyone-hates-me thing. He walked out of the building, saying his goodbyes with a small smile and sad eyes that no one seemed to notice. He walked the five blocks from work to his flat, looking down, deep in thought.

What did I do? Are they mad at me for taking that sick leave last week? I didn’t even know they needed my help so much; I shouldn’t have done that. Was I rude to that barista the last time I went there? And Sirius? He’s never like this; I had to muck something up.

The spiral went on and on until James realised he was at the entrance to the building he lived in. And now he’s here, lying on the floor, looking at the stars he and Regulus put up there so long ago. James wondered if his boyfriend would also be mad at him.

He didn’t know how much time has passed before he heard a key turning and the door creaking. He still lay on the carpet when Regulus shouted, “Hi, baby! How was your day?”

“Good, I guess,” James replied robotically. As the younger man walked into the room, he heard a sigh and quick steps, and suddenly Regulus was looking down at him with a face James couldn’t exactly read from this perspective. “Am I a bad person, Reggie?”

His boyfriend crouched next to him, putting his fingers in James’ hair. That was the first thing today that didn’t make him feel like a piece of garbage.

“Que s'est-il passé chéri?” James has heard this question so many times for the last six years that he didn’t need translation, so he just started rumbling about everything that happened and everything he felt.

The longer he talked, the harder it was to hold back the tears in his eyes. When the first rolled down his cheek, Regulus laid down next to him, taking his face into his hand and caressing it gently with a thumb.

“You’re not a bad person, mon rayon de soleil,” Reg whispered to James, looking straight into his eyes with so much adoration and honesty that it made him cry harder.

They stayed on the floor, with James crying quietly and Regulus cradling his face. It took another eternity for the older man to calm down, but when he finally did, he sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Regulus stood up, extending his hand to help James up and putting his arm around the other’s waist for support. James felt sour after so much time spent in one position, so it actually was easier to walk like this.

Regulus sat him down on a couch and went to the kitchen to make them tea and pasta al pesto. Moments later, he was back at James side. They ate in peaceful silence, yet James' brain was still racing. Regulus must’ve noticed it, because he put their dishes on the coffee table and pulled James to his chest.

“Baby, you could start a cult,” he started into the crown of James’ head, “and you would still be better than anyone else. Even if you did something wrong, you would immediately try to fix it, and this is not a bad-person trait. You did nothing to piss all those people off; it was just an unlucky coincidence. They all had a bad day today, and apparently instead of dealing with it in a mature way, they decided to act like a bunch of kids. It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person,” Regulus repeated the words like a thousand times.

James still had his doubts.

But James felt better.

translation: Que s'est-il passé chéri? -> What happened, darling?

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Apparently, I wasn't done for today and I got this beautiful instruction: https://youtu.be/HEor39iB7cM?si=A52JmNYOlAKFbLjj

I highly recommend it for everyone learning Procreate!

But when I was done with the picture, I thought: huh, that fire is perfect for some partisans to rest by…

So, meet the Birnamians!

From the left: Burro (former school teacher), Goatie (he's in charge), Ox (former farmer) and prince Lars Westergaard of the Southern Isles who *really* doesn't want to be there but has no other choice, sorry… 😛

Now, since the Southern Isles had a bad luck with being ruled by the Westergaards, something must have been done. Hence - the Birnamians. Now, these three are all former convicts - sentenced for twenty years of prison for stealing food from a castle. The Southern Isles’ judicial system is based on only one rule and it is “do as the king says” (just like in Arendelle, taking from the books - apparently both kingdoms slept on both Locke and Montesquieu), especially if something is deemed as a “crime against a crown” (and well, they were in the kitchen? So they totally could poison the food, right? So, a regicide attempt! No poison on them? Well, lucky them, if the guards would find any they would be executed on spot) so even if it was ridiculous, it still must have been carried on. They served their sentence in prison, yes, but also through hard labour - in stables. A crime against the crown must be repaid to the crown. They were there for seven years.

And then the pirates came. And Goatie had the luckiest night of his life, because the guards haven’t taken him back to the Citadel this one time. He was laying down in a cellar, beaten half to death, when the same cannonball which destroyed Hans’ wall - destroyed also his.

He ran. He spotted Sitron on meadows, running in panic. He took him with himself. They laid low for a few weeks in forests on the east side of the Isle. Then they have met their future Chief. And they were given a home and a purpose. A few weeks later, Ox and Burro were rescued from the stables too and the Birnamians were good to go.

And now, what is Lars doing here?

Well.

For three years Lars didn’t know what had happened with Hans. Then, a few weeks ago, a parrot came, wielding a letter regarding “a historical research” about a long-lost treasure. Now, Lars knows his little brother is alive *somewhere*. So he started to actively look for him, because he didn’t really believe the whole “pirate” thing. He spotted Sitron in the crowd one day. He waited patiently and then tried to capture the hooded rider, being 100% sure it is Hans.

It wasn’t. It was Goatie.

And well. As Goatie - who loves Shakespeare - has stated:

"It can’t be like this, Lars.” He approached, so the prince could see him better. “Your family is skinning us alive, we can be imprisoned in the Citadel for every minor thing and if someone can’t keep up with their work, one of your favours us personally with their presence and takes the last penny. Hans at least had a common decency to pretend he’s not enjoying it, but those twins are all happy to throw hands. We don’t want to live like this.” He crouched. “That day I have found a new home. And my purpose. This veiled woman… the first thing she told me to do, was to read “Macbeth”. Of course, after I confirmed I can read. And I can, because my father has taught me. I am almost sure you read it too, maybe you can cite it by heart. But me and everyone else here is obligated to know this one snippet:

“Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill

Shall come against him.”

And you, of course, know what that means?”

“Great Birnam woods has come for Macbeth” Lars answered as he was back with his old teachers. “The rebel’s army, lead by Macduff, dressed their armors with branches, so they couldn’t be counted. In the distance it looked like the forest was marching towards his castle. Macbeth has perished and the throne was returned to its rightful king.”

Goatie nodded.

“The Southern Isles must bury their dead in the woods, and their king doesn’t even have a place to cram their gold anymore. Those bodies should be enough to make the trees rip their roots off the ground and march for you all. But well, even Shakespeare knew it is impossible. But well, that’s what a metaphor is. Meet us, Lars.” He nodded at his people; they jerked Lars towards the biggest hole in a wall and pushed against the edge; broken glasses fell from his nose, flying far, far, down. “We are the Birnamians.” Now Goatie was talking right into his ear. “And our question is… are you willing to carry your branch with us, or do you prefer to go for a little swimming practice?

“You can’t…!”

“Oh, of course we can. That weird, annoying historian prince went to do some field work in the old ruins and fell down. Oh. What a shame. Well, it happens. At least you will be buried in a sort of a family crypt. So, that’s your choice?”

“No!” He yelled when two of the others bent him further; he felt tears slipping from his cheeks.

“So, who’s it gonna be? Macbeth or Malcolm?”

“Please, you must understand…!”

“Decision, Lars, I don’t have all night.”

“I am with you! Alright, I am with you!”

- The Pirate of the Southern Isles, Chapter 58

In other words: either you are with us, or you are dead.

So now Lars not only has to worry about suddenly resurrected baby brother, but also for his own life - threatened from two sides, because if his father ever knows, well… that’s not only a crime against the crown, it is a high treason.

So, welcome to your new life, Lars!

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

We’re in the homestretch of our trip, everyone! We’re moving into Day Six! If you couldn’t submit anything for the previous days, that’s okay! You can still submit them even long after this ship week is done! I’ll take any late entries, and there isn’t a, quote-unquote, “due date.”

[Image Description: Two colorless drawings of Unikitty and Mabel.

Image 1: Unikitty and Mabel are dressed up and at their prom together. Unikitty is wearing a dress with poofy sleeves and a skirt with multiple layers. Her tail is also braided. Mabel’s leaf-like hair is tied into two low, large ponytails, and she is wearing a suit and tie. She is also wearing heeled boots. She has three sparkles on each of her cheeks. Mabel, who is on the left, is holding both hands with Unikitty, who is on the right, as she is floating in the air. Above them, “It’s time to dance!” is written.

Image 2: Unikitty, who is on the left, is showing a drawing she made to Mabel, who is on the right. Unikitty is holding the drawing up with both paws, and her pencil is in her right paw. The drawing depicts Mabel in a marching band uniform, playing her piccolo. Mabel looks excited by this drawing. Her right hand is upward, and she is holding her clarinet case with her left hand.

/End ID.]

Today is our first free space, so go ahead and steer the ship wherever you’d like! We can do more with the five ships we saw this week, or do something with our other canon ships- you know, the ones that involve characters from the show. We can also do ships involving other OCs seen in the Big Bright World AU! Is there anybody else you ship in BBW? Go on ahead and show me!

Personally, I decided to do more Unimabel stuff, and there aren’t any big digital drawings this time! I also decided to do the Prom Night prompt, and I chose to sprinkle in a reference to The Prom. I actually saw that show way back in March, right before my birthday! I also wanted to do something sweet with the Visual and Performing Arts prompt. We’ve seen Unikitty’s little doodles in the show, so she’s got one to let Mabel know how great she is on the marching field!

I’m really looking forward to seeing what you do! If you’re doing anything with my characters, I can’t wait to see who you ship, and I can’t wait to see your headcanons for them! (Just remember- Swanna is aroace and romance-repulsed, Spike’s mom Celina is grayromantic and isn’t really open to ships, and Pepper wants to stay single.)

[abbatoirablaze]

Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 6

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  talks of guns, mentions of violence and death, slight angst.

Samantha Reid

“Square your hips...”

You looked over your shoulder to your instructor, “my hips are square, sir.”

“No.  No, they aren’t.  It’s supposed to be like this,” he said firmly.  A shiver ran up your spine as he shifted behind you, placing his body against yours.  You looked over your shoulder once more and were met with his stern brown eyes.  His fingertips froze on your hips, your shirt rising just enough so that there was skin to skin contact.  Your lips parted as you searched his eyes.  They looked just as desperate as you were sure that your own eyes looked.  When he gazed down at your lips, you found yourself wanting to lean into him, “Samantha...we can’t do this...I’m married.”

Your eyes flickered open. 

You were breathing heavily. 

But those last two words made your heart freeze.

‘I’m married.’

You shuddered, “wh-what?”

“We-we’re all but separated, but the papers haven’t been filed...I-“

“You’re married?”

He nodded, “y-you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to kiss you...for weeks now...but I-“

“You’re married!” you repeated once more, cutting him off while your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach. 

“I’m sorry!” he sighed, backing away from you.  You felt like you were dropped from a rooftop as you gently put the gun on the pedestal and turned around, “I-I should have been honest from the start.  But I never thought that it would get this far.  I just-I thought that I would get over this schoolboy crush that I seem to have on you and that our flirtations would cease once you realized that I was just a teacher you had a crush on.”

“Do you plan on leaving her?”

He licked his lips, and put his hands on his hips before nodding, “we’ve talked about it.  We’ve been growing apart since we got married...and well...I agreed to wait until she finishes a degree that she was working so she can get a job before we separate on paper.”

You swallowed and bit your lip, “if-if you do...what does that mean with this...”

“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly, “I-I’ve thought about it a lot.  I’ve even talked it over with Hayley-“

“Your wife...”

He nodded, “she-she thinks that I should go for it...she’s encouraged it.  Which is a weird thing to hear from someone that you’re married to, let me tell you.”

“What about you though?”

“I don’t know,” he answered softly, “Hayley-she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with.  We’ve been together since high school.  I married her straight out of college, and I-I don’t know...but what I do know is that I can’t get these feelings about you to go away...”

“So why don’t we see where they take us?”

“Hey...it’s okay, Spencer.  You don’t need to carry,” you reminded your twin brother solemnly, “profilers aren’t required to carry.”

“Hotch carries two,” he groaned, “and everyone else on the team carries too.  I’ll be the only one.  I mean, even you carry and you’re a field agent too!”

“Spence...”

“Sammy...you don’t get it.  It’s embarrassing.”

“You can always retest.”

“In two weeks,” he groaned, “but Hotch has already given me two sessions.  And I can’t do the follow through, so my shots are all over the place.”

“Hey, knowing what’s wrong is half the problem.  That means you know what to fix.”

“Easier said than done!” he groaned, walking off.

“Spence...”

“I’ve got to go!” he sighed, pushing himself away from the table, “we’re in the office today.”

“See you tonight?”

“If we don’t get a case.”

Vanessa Jareau

“My sister could help you out, you know.”

“Huh?”

“My younger sister,” JJ smiled, “she’s actually a tech analysist for another unit, but she also does some certification classes on the side with sidearms as well as the run through courses.  She usually offers up her free time and plays the role of the unsub while the newer guys run the course.  I’m sure she could help you out.  She’s a great shot, and an even better teacher.  Your sister’s run the course with her a few times.  I’m sure she could introduce you two.”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “I-Hotch said he’d help me out with the retest.”

“Are you okay, Spence?”

“Yeah...yeah...I just-can we not talk so loud about it?” he asked sadly as he looked around, “Derek already gave me a whistle earlier.  He was taunting me.  And all this gun violence just feels like it’s in my face.”

“Spence...that’s just Derek.  You know that he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Let me talk to Vanessa then?” she asked.

“No, I-I don’t want to ask for any more help than I already am.” He frowned, “I know that Sam probably was the one that got Hotch to help me out and offer up his services.”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah...she and Hotch hit it off from our first class together when he was an instructor,” he shrugged, “he was the one that helped her get early admittance as a probationary agent when she found the Quantico killers’ victims during our certifications.”

“Hmm...”

“What?”

“Nothing...nothing...” JJ shrugged, instantly trying to change the subject, “you know, if you didn’t want to work with Hotch, I’m sure Vanessa could free up some time.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to work with Hotch?” Spencer asked, his brow quirking as he looked at his colleague.

“No reason!” JJ shrugged, trying to steer away from the topic once again, “hey, you go with Clavin and Gideon to the hospital, I’ll stay with Elle, Morgan, and Hotch and we’ll try to piece things together here!”

“Okay...”

Samantha Reid

“Oh my god, Spence...wh-what happened to you?”

“Sammy, I’m fine.  I-“

“How did you get hurt?” you asked nervously, “wha-“

“Hotch and Reid here were taken hostage by the unsub,” Derek acknowledged as he messed with Spencer’s hair, “While the guy took Hotch’s sidepiece he forgot about his ankle holster.”

“That still doesn’t explain how Spencer got hurt like this,” you growled, glaring between Derek and your big brother, “what happened?  Did the unsub do this to you?”

“Hotch got the unsub to sympathize with him and we came up with a plan to shoot him,” he said nervously, “he uh-had to beat me up though.”

Your gaze fell to the team leader, and you felt the rage deep within you burning at an instant, “What?”

“Samantha,” Aaron said cautiously, knowing how you would react, “it was for a good rea-“

 “Your office, Aaron.  Now.”

A few of the team members looked between the two of you but said nothing.  You were sure that the team was mostly just brushing it off as you being an overprotective sibling.  But you noticed the look that JJ was giving you as you passed her.  You reached Aaron’s office first, stepping through the door, you allowed him to pass you before you closed it.

“Samanth-“

“Close your blinds, Aaron.”   You demanded.  The two of you stared a tense look before he moved to the windows, closing the blinds.  The second the rest of the team was out of sight, you rushed him, hitting him hard on the arm, “What the hell is wrong with you, Aaron?”

“It was necessary, Sa-“You hit him again in the arm, and this time his back hit the wall, “Will you stop hitting me?”

“If you did this because of some sick way to get back at me for-“

“I did it because it allowed both your brother and I to get out of the situation alive, Samantha.  He was ready to kill us, and I had to think fast,” he said firmly, cutting you off, “despite what you might think I wouldn’t use Reid.  Especially not as a way to get back at you for something that we mutually decided.”

“Our decision wasn’t mutual, Aaron...”

His eyes met yours and you felt the tears welling up in your own. He went to reach out to you, but you took a step back.

“Samantha...”

“Don’t touch me, Aaron...”

“I didn’t do it as a way to get back at you...I saw an opportunity with the unsub, and I took it.  I knew that your brother would be fine if I took that route.”

You found yourself shaking, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as the first few tears slipped down your cheeks, “it was the only way?”

“It was the only way.  Spencer said it himself.  He’s fine,” he said solemnly.  He took a few steps across the room until he was directly in front of you.  Tenderly, he reached out and held you by both arms, “Samantha...I wouldn’t do anything like that to intentionally hurt you or your brother, especially because of our past.  I-you know how I feel about you.  Just because Hayley and I are married, th-that doesn’t change.”

“I don’t want to believe you...”

“Because if you don’t then it allows some small part of you to think that I don’t care as much as I do.”

You sniffled and wiped away the tears that had stained your cheeks, “I hate when you’re right, you know.”

“I hate that you think I’ve been playing with your feelings,” he admitted softly, “I-“

“Don’t, Aaron...just don’t.”

“She knows that I still want to be with you...”

You scoffed and shook your head, “Aar-“

“After the baby is born, we’re going to live in the same house...so I can help take care of him...but we’ve got a deal.  She is going back to school to finish her degree.  She should be finished right after he turns one...from there...”

“Aaron...don’t feed me any more false promises.”

“They aren’t,” he said quickly, “I’m serious, Samantha...once the baby turns one and she graduates, I’m going to leave the house to her.  I want to be with you.  And she’s fine with that.”

Your shaking was back, and you found the words that you wanted to say to him unable to pass through your lips.  He sighed and pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “I don’t want to lose you, Samantha.  I want to be with you.”

S1, E7

[pomrania]

Okay, so I should write stuff about what I’m planning to do this month, for art. It’s not going to start today or tomorrow, but yeah.

First off, it’d be for mutuals and half-mutuals. “Half-mutual” is a term I came up with, because I didn’t know of any other term, and it just seemed to fit. It’s for when you follow my blog, and I follow your sideblog. (Or the other way around, but I don’t have sideblogs that people follow, so that wouldn’t apply to me.) I know there’s at least two different half-mutuals I have, one where I follow their cat blog and another where I follow their art blog; there may be more, even ones that are regularly active, but this is just off the top of my head.

I’m limiting it to mutuals and half-mutuals because I don’t think I could handle it unlimited; therefore, it logically follows that I think I CAN handle it with the given limitations. Which leads back into the perennial problem of people going “I don’t want to impose” or “I don’t want to give you extra work” or “I want other people to have a chance”. STOP WITH THAT.

Let’s take it in order. “I don’t want to impose.” If I’m asking you to give me something, and you give me the thing that I ask for, that is like, the exact opposite of “imposing”.

“I don’t want to give you extra work.” I’m not on salary. I’m not some minimum-wage employee getting paid the same amount regardless of how much I do or have to do. Heck, I’m not getting paid at ALL for this; it’s something I do because I WANT to do it. And if I feel like I can’t finish all of a thing in one day, you know what I do? I carry it over to the NEXT day.

“I want other people to have a chance.” This is actually a valid concern, but don’t worry, I have a system for dealing with that, and it’s worked very well in the past. Basically, you can only make a second (or third, fourth, etc) request once your first request has been done and posted; and that new request goes to the bottom of the list, like all new requests. I can explain it in more detail if needed -- either because you don’t get what I’m saying (totally possible) or because you don’t see how it solves the problem -- but it boils down to that the only way someone can monopolize stuff, is if nobody else makes a request.

If you keep following me, you’re prolly going to see the above stuff a LOT, as it keeps being a problem for every damn request-based art event I do. So like, just trust that I know what I’m doing, and I’m capable of making my own choices, and don’t try to make those choices for me.

Okay, rant over, what’s the other stuff I’ll need to talk about....

Subject matter. It’s “drawing pets as monsters”. Last year I got a lot of “vampire” requests, and I don’t know whether that’s because I put ‘vampire’ in the list of examples, or if people just really want to see their critters as vampires. I’d rather not, in general. Mostly because there’s only so many different ways to represent “vampire” and it can get boring after a while. I mean, I’m not OPPOSED to drawing critters as vampires, but I’d prefer that either a) it’s something you really want, as in “oh boy I can’t wait to see this critter as a vampire”, or b) you give me something more descriptive than just “vampire”; doesn’t have to be a vampire from a specific folklore or anything, “cute little vampire like you’d see on spoopy decorations” or “monstrous blood-sucker” would also work quite well for purposes.

Duration. Uhhh I have no idea; I think I’ll start with requests open for a week, and then see how that goes. And I’ll have to remember to put that in the post too; that it might be open for just a week, and it might end up as more than a week, I don’t know.

OH something else I need to make sure everyone knows, although I might not need to put it in the post itself. That once requests close, that does not mean that the EVENT closes; I’ll still be drawing requests that came in. This is something that people keep getting wrong and worrying about; is there a better way of phrasing it, that’ll be easily understood?

Also, my normal rules wrt the definition of “pet” will still apply; that is, a critter you have some type of connection to, past or present, and you can give me their name. The “name” thing is important because that’s what I do for file names, so without a name I can’t get past super-rough sketching (because I’m only going to put actual effort into a piece once I’ve saved it, which I can’t do without something to name the file, and I refuse to depart from my naming scheme).

[eureka-its-zico]

I’ve been pretty busy these last weeks (or the whole month maybe I’m lost in time) but I read chapter 8 on its release day and since everyone has expressed so much better than I could how amazing you write and develop the story, I want to share you thoughts and reactions for your entertainment

Back in chapter 7, when Doc wakes up and Nami tells her Arlong and the rest said to not enter the room bc it’s dangerous after Doc passed out, I too just thought that was bs and shrugged HAHAHA at most I thought they were mocking or something BUT THEN in chapter 8 when Arlong comes over and asks Doc who is she, once again I mirrored Doc’s reaction and went “wtf” with a very surprised face bc it all clicked then and I thought “oh shoot what if Doc’s a devil fruit eater?? What if- WAIT WHAT IF USSOP WAS RIGHT AND SHE’S A SIREN OR SOMETHING??” and then I laughed but not bc I don’t think Ussop can have some credibility but bc his theory was one of the firsts ones to come to my mind. But again I just got confused bc although I have my theories, I’m not that far on the anime so idk if I’m missing on possible species/entities/abilities in OP universe that are possible.

So I just wanted to say that of course I’m reading this bc of Zoro BUT you have made a really interesting story AND the way you’re inserting a completely new character with its own story has been done so smoothly and captivating!! Can’t wait to see what you have planned for the rest of the chapters💕

Osiyo, Nonnie,

Have no fear because I also constantly don’t know what time, day, month, or year it is. So, you are in great company here 🖤

I love how everyone expresses what they think of the chapter and yours is fantastic. You know why?? Because, in your own way, you let me know you came for Zoro, but ended up staying for everything else. I think that is such a huge accomplishment and also the same thing someone else told me today. So, I’m slightly suspicious you are them in anon form lol I’m sure you’re not but 👀👀👀👀 deja vu is real.

I appreciate you stopping by to share your thoughts with me. I do enjoy it so much when you guys stop by to chat or anything. I’m wishing you a wonderful Friday, a great weekend, and much love 🖤

[qnewsau]

Drama on MAFS after gay groom flirts with crew member

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Drama on MAFS after gay groom flirts with crew member

Things aren’t looking good for Married At First Sight Australia’s gay grooms Michael and Stephen after a big blow-up on Monday night’s MAFS episode.

Michael Felix and Stephen Stewart met at the altar mid-season a few weeks ago. But last night, their “marriage” was in chaos after Michael caught Stephen flirting with another man.

“Today was meant to be a fun day,” Michael explained to the camera.

“We had a publicity shoot and Stephen was getting his hair done, and I could see my husband flirting with the hairdresser.

“On the car ride home, I saw Stephen was smiling and laughing at his phone. I asked, ‘Who are you texting?’

“He was talking to the hairdresser. Stephen told me he felt a spark with this hairdresser that he’s never felt with me.”

Stephen felt ‘sexual spark’ with hairdresser

Discussing it together, Stephen, who works as a hairdresser himself, told Michael he didn’t intend to hurt him but felt “really confused”.

“I had a 30-second conversation with someone and I felt it was so much easier to get flirty with them than I did with you after two and a half weeks,” Stephen admitted.

“Absolutely, we had a spark there. It was playful and a little bit flirty, 150 per cent. I know that’s a s__t thing to hear, which is why I feel so guilty.

“I feel s__t, but feeling that instant attraction to someone made me realise what we’re missing.”

Stephen later adds, “I would be lying to you and everyone if I said I could go forward in this to build a sexual relationship with you.”

Michael takes his wedding ring off, slams it down and storms out.

“After that, I don’t know if I care to salvage it,” he says.

But even after all that, the two men still choose to go on the ~Couples Retreat~ to Byron Bay.

Michael and Stephen join the rest of the cast by the campfire but the pair’s “rough week” gets even worse.

Hilarious and distracting detail during MAFS fight

MAFS viewers discussed all they’d just witnessed between Michael and Stephen, including one accidentally hilarious detail during the couple’s fight: Michael’s shirt.

The front of Michael’s shirt featured the legendary meme of screaming Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Camille Grammar edited together with a white cat sitting at a table.

Image: Nine

I don’t even care what’s going on between Michael and Stephen.

WHERE DID MICHAEL GET THAT SHIRT#mafs #mafsau

— Nathan Mulholland (@natetha68) March 4, 2024

Get Michael and Sara onto a real housewives franchise STAT #MAFS #MAFSAU pic.twitter.com/iLwkeGtcxK

— kiki 🧚🏻‍♀️ (@violettfemmes) March 4, 2024

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SHIRT MICHAEL WAS WEARING DURING THIS INCIDENT IM SCREAMING #mafs #mafsau pic.twitter.com/Y3njDmE25K

— jack’s terrible veneers (@beggywilliamz) March 4, 2024

MAFS viewers also mostly agreed Stephen didn’t come out of the whole thing looking all that great.

“Fair enough Stephen developing a connection with someone else. But he needs to own it and leave the experiment,” one person wrote.

“You can’t deny a spark you feel for someone else, but surely it’s common courtesy to wait until the experiment is finished before you go off sparking with a hairdresser you just met,” somebody else wrote.

“Stephen was crying not too long ago about his father cheating on his mother only to emotionally cheat on his husband in his face?” another wondered.

“If you don’t feel it you don’t feel it but these experts are useless at putting people together,” one person wrote.

If Stephen isn’t attracted to Michael and doesn’t see it working that’s fine but to get someone’s phone number and text in front of him to rub the “instant attraction” into his face is pretty gross and unfair. #MAFSAU #MAFS

— Stacey❤💙🏆 (@_Stacey1987) March 4, 2024

Stephen, no one is blaming you for your lack of attraction to Michael. But you actively flirting with the hairdresser, getting the guy’s number and texting him while still in the experiment with Micheal is very disrespectful! It’s also cheating. #MAFS #MAFSAU #mafsaunz

— Darmendran Kumar (@DarmendranKuma1) March 4, 2024

Stephen not liking Michael because he’s not masc enough while being a hairdresser and having a sexual spark with another hairdresser. Make it make sense #MAFS #MAFSAU

— T V (@TV16424731) March 4, 2024

Stephen at home watching his instagram numbers go down when everyone’s turned on him #mafs #mafsau pic.twitter.com/s0pC1mNI57

— jack’s terrible veneers (@beggywilliamz) March 4, 2024

Stephen! #mafs #MAFSAU pic.twitter.com/QJbbpLGIMI

— Y a s m i n🧡🥭 (@mango_heaux) March 4, 2024

Married At First Sight Australia continues on Nine.

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