#it was genuienly so damn beautiful

[marcskywalker]

take me back to the mountain top. the one I climbed. on my feet first, then on my hands and knees.

take me back to that mountain top. where I stood and looked at the world as far as it could curve and thought I got myself here. I deserve the beauty of rolling hills and carved out rocks. My body and my mind got me here, I shall never complain about either again.

take me back to the mountain top. I want to look a stranger in the eye and have silent conversations again, I want to see the worth of this stale life again, I want to believe in God again.

my salvation: the mountain will forever be there. If only I'm brave enough to crawl again.

[girl4music]

I don't want to come off as weird, but as someone who doesn't like (but accepts that it's canon) Xena x Gabrielle (since I always saw it as sisterly thing (doesn't help that I thought Gab was like barely 18 and Xena in her 30s), I'm genuienly curious at what season they decided to go for Xena / Gab cuz I grew up with early seasons and there was just sisterly mentorship and constant switching male love interests and no gay teasing.. Imagine my flabbergasted state when I finally found some later seasons episodes and suddenly they're in Japan???, Xena has a daughter I think????, Gabrielle cut her hair???, I think they got crucified??? Xena died??? AGAIN, WHY ARE THEY IN JAPAN???? Gay teasing??? Gabrielle is no longer an innocent sunshine cinnamon but like... depressed and angy???? I was so confused what happened 😭😭💀 (I wish we got at least reunion special, this show (along with Charmed) was my everything as a kid)

It’s anyone’s guess when they suddenly became a thing since the nature of Xena and Gabrielle’s relationship is left down to interpretation. The creators/cast/crew leaned more towards a romantic interpretation which is why the later seasons are more blunt with the subtext between them and even some episodes (like ‘The Ring Trilogy’) are more maintext.

I think most of the shipper fandom unanimously agrees that they became something more than friendship in ‘The Quest’ when Gabrielle had admitted to being in love with Xena prompting Xena (who was possessing Autolycus’ body at the time) to lean in for a kiss. After that, they were in romantic/sexual territory as canon best friends that are in love if not a canon couple. And I think that’s where the creators themselves wanted to leave it at. Best friends and soulmates that are in love. It’s anyone’s guess whether they became actually officially committed.

There isn’t much evidence in the show to say that the nature of their relationship was sisterly or familial in a platonic way since the creators/cast/crew agreed with the shipper fandom and embraced the queerness of both characters but it’s just as valid an interpretation of their relationship too. What is understood is that they shared a ‘love’ connection that went beyond the romance due to the soulmates aspect and although I personally believe that they were physical lovers too and an official couple in the last two seasons of the show, I tend to talk about that more than anything.

As for the last two episodes that happened in Japan. Most fans prefer to think and believe that it didn’t happen. I am not one of them. I like ‘AFIN’. I don’t necessarily agree with the plot itself but I do like the beautiful aesthetics of it and I thought it was an appropriate endgame for both characters. That Xena chose to stay dead and sacrifice her happiness to be ultimately redeemed and Gabrielle took up the mantle of the Warrior Princess and continued Xena’s legacy. I don’t agree that Xena should have had to do that but I accepted that she chose to do that and respected her wishes like Gabrielle did as it wasn’t about ‘the greater good’. This was about respecting Xena’s bodily and mental autonomy. The way I look at it is that while it shouldn’t have been that way because it was unfair, Xena herself chose it to be that way because she didn’t forgive herself and believed it was justice that she had to stay dead to avenge the lives of all she damned. It’s not a nice message. But it is a realistic situation in their world - in Xena’s harsh Universe. I see it as her final test or challenge in seeking her ultimate redemption and I think - well, she had to die first in this lifetime anyway given all they set up with their next lifetimes as Arminestra and Shakti in India. So whether it be at that moment or years down the line when they were old and grey doesn’t really matter. Xena never believed she’d ever reach that point in life. She knew she’d die with a sword in her hand and that was her Way in this lifetime. The Way of the Warrior.

I am not saying I completely agree with the ending as it is. But I am saying I understand it and I understand Xena’s state of mind and therefore her final choices. If she didn’t get to have that agency in the narrative, I wouldn’t have accepted it at all. I respect her wishes and therefore I do not consider it to be bury your gays like most of the fandom do. I think there’s enough there in the narratives and themes to justify it as an a realistic conclusion to ‘Xena’ even if not a happy one.

As for Gabrielle being 18 and Xena being almost in her 30’s when they first met. … I mean I’ve written about this before with Waverly and Nicole in ‘Wynonna Earp’. The old/young dynamic and age differences isn’t really a problem so long as it’s written well and it’s made clear that the older one does not groom the younger one. That they wait to start anything romantic/sexual between them till the younger one is of age or if they already are of age - till the younger one chooses to start a romantic/sexual relationship.

The younger one has to be the driver of what’s going on. The older one has to stay distant and let them set the pace of the relationship between them if it is to evolve into romantic/sexual territory. It’s made clear particularly with Xena that she likes the young’uns most of all and it certainly does seem like she’s a bit of a groomer in her Evil Xena era but it shouldn’t come as a surprise that she is when she’s all about conquering. Gabrielle could have been another Anakin or M’Lila or Akemi. But given Xena waited until Gabrielle was of age and let Gabrielle set the pace of where their relationship went… it’s not as much of a problem as it’s made out to be. There’s been much worse handling of this old/young dynamic in other shows.

Xena is relatively okay as far as that whole thing goes to me because Xena always asks or waits for consent. I don’t know whether I can say this about her Evil Xena era but since it’s never shown on screen how she interacts with her young ‘companions’ I don’t think it’s something that we need to concern ourselves with. She was evil after all. I doubt that was just murder and there’s plenty a Conquerer fanfic to explore all that. The Good Xena however - the Xena we know and love - she’s a very respectful and kind lover if it bothers you about the age difference between Xena and Gabrielle in viewing them in a romantic/sexual relationship. If it really is an issue for you in viewing that way, stick to the more sister/familial viewing and interpretation.

As I said above several times. It is anyone’s guess when and where. It’s just most of the shipper fandom unanimously agrees that it happened in ‘The Quest’ and Gabrielle was a consenting adult by that point and had already lost her virginity. So it’s not a problem. If you really want to know how to handle this terribly, watch Buffy and Angel in ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. Old/young romantic/sexual dynamics in TV art/entertainment - be it whether they’re same-sex or not - are generally handled better today than back then because there is much more awareness and education on what constitutes as ‘consent’ and what does not. As I mentioned above: ‘Wynonna Earp’ and the same-sex romantic/sexual old/young dynamic between Waverly and Nicole (WayHaught) is handled extremely well as they make it clear that Waverly is who drives it. Who initiates all physical intimacy or sexual contact and Nicole is always shown to ask or wait for consent.

Sorry this response was so long.

There was a lot to answer.

[mandoalorian]

Aphrodite’s Stone [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT *sex pollen*

Summary: Your boss, Maxwell Lord, tasks you to acquire an important gemstone from the Smithsonian museum's annual gala, not realising the powers that it possesses and how it can possibly affect you when an accident occurs.

Rating: 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: SMUT (sex pollen, automatic dub-con due to the nature of it being a sex pollen), female recieving oral, thigh riding, fingering, creampie, boss x employee relationship, mutual pining. No spoilers for WW84 but some slight references and mentions of canon type mythology/lore. Oh, and there's actually plot!!

Author's note: Feels like all I ever do is write for Max Lord hehe. This is my first ever sex pollen so I hope it’s okay! I tried to make it as canon-typical as I could and I’m actually really happy with the outcome. Also I haven’t written mutual pining in so long so this has been really fun!

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"Did you get the stone?" you whispered, waltzing over to Maxwell who had been schmoozing with a few of the gala guests. He stiffened up when he heard the sweetness of your voice. Your presence always took his breath away. He cleared his throat and placed his half empty champagne glass on one of the silver trays that were getting passed around.

"No, not yet," Maxwell admitted and you sighed. "I've tried swindling the geology department but they won't budge."

"Can't imagine why," you rolled your eyes sarcastically, referencing the time earlier in the year when Max had stolen a very specific citrine stone from the Smithsonian Museum. Of course their trust in him would've been altered. Maxwell quirked an eyebrow at your brief comment and you raised your hands defensively. "Sorry sir." you looked down nervously and he nodded his head, choosing to dismiss what you'd said.

"This is where you come in," Maxwell said, clicking his tongue. Your eyes met his again with curiosity. He took your hand, carefully dragging you to a quiet corner of the party. "You can get the stone."

"Me?" you asked almost rhetorically, your eyes turning comically wide. You were his assistant. He trusted you with menial tasks such as making coffee, handing over paperwork and grabbing his mail— not acquiring some ancient artifact from a different continent.

"You can do it!" he grinned enthusiastically. You were beginning to think he was putting on his charming and persuasive television voice and you furrowed your eyebrows together unimpressed. "Carol Thomas over there, she's the director of the museum. You must make sure she doesn't see a thing. But that tall guy with the dark hair? That’s Ken, and he’s been watching you all night."

You blinked in bewilderment. "He has?" you tilted your head, looking at the man Max had pointed at.

Maxwell's gaze burned into your body as you watched the geology department interact with one another. Of course he has— Maxwell felt like saying. Every man at the damn gala had their eye on you. You looked remarkable, and you were too humble to have even noticed. He brushed off your question.

"Go over there and butter him up a little," Maxwell smirked as you turned back around to face your boss. "But not too much." he quickly added on to the end, feeling a little too defensive over you. "Find out where the stone is. Can you do that?"

"What does it look like?" you mumbled, not really liking the idea of having to flirt with a slimy looking man just to get some random rock thing.

"Ruby." Max snapped back like there was no question about it.

You looked back at Maxwell, a small gasp escaping your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked drunk with desire, and you realised how much he must've wanted that stone. Maxwell's eyes were a beautiful shade of honeyed brown that sparkled under the amber lights; they were beautiful. You felt your lips curve into a small smile of agreement and you felt Maxwell's large, ring clad hand rest on your shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You made the decision to get the stone, knowing how much it meant to him. You hadn't even realised that the primal, hungry look that crossed his face was actually nothing but pure lust for you.

The second you walked away, Maxwell picked up his champagne glass and finished it off with one quick swing, the bitter taste of alcohol rolling down his throat. He tried to shake off these feelings he had for you, deeming it as unprofessional. He knew from the very start that it was a mistake hiring you. The moment he saw you waiting outside his office to be interviewed, was the moment he had to have you. But of course, his own insecurity meant that he felt as though he couldn't act on these feelings. He may have been a charismatic TV personality but deep down, he had his own, personal reasons that made him feel smaller and weaker than everyone else. For who could ever love a man like him?

"Hey, Ken, is it?" you smiled, extending your arm and grabbing the man's hand. You immediately cringed, feeling the sticky nervous sweat that coated his skin. The dark haired archeologist pushed his glasses up the curve of his nose and shook your hand a little too aggressively.

"Wow," he muttered, looking you up and down before clearing his throat. "Uh, yes. Ken."

You fake smiled, hiding your disgust, tearing your hand away from his and rubbing your palm against the material of your dress in disgust. You wanted to kill Maxwell for making you do this. From the dark, shadowed corner in the ballroom, Maxwell watched you intently, a flame of envy burning in the pit of his stomach.

"I hear you have an exhibition happening?" you took a glass of your favourite alcoholic beverage that was being passed around by a waiter.

"Yes, but it's not ready yet." Ken revealed and you nodded your head understandingly.

"That's a shame," you sighed, a fake sadness dripping from your tongue. "I'm a sucker for gemstones."

"Yeah?" Ken asked as you peaked his curiosity. "What's your favourite kind?"

"Oh, I like the red ones," you joked, and to your surprise, Ken actually laughed.

"We have a whole sub-section on garnet," Ken admitted and your lips parted slightly, omitting a small ‘oh’ as he continued on. "It's beautiful."

"I'm actually more of a ruby type girl myself." you explained, wondering if you were evening making the slightest bit of sense. Even if you weren't, Max knew that you'd be able to wrap Ken around your finger from your good looks alone. And he was right.

"We have one ruby," Ken whispered, leaning into you. Maxwell scowled as he watched Ken push his body into yours. He was seconds away from intervening. Max wanted the stone, but not if some slimy gemologist was making you uncomfortable in the process. Maxwell paused dead in his tracks when he saw you gently push Ken away from you, laughing politely. Max decided he couldn't watch anymore and decided to walk away, finding a group of women to distract himself with.

"Can I see?" you shot Ken your best pleading eyes.

"I'm afraid not. I could pull a few strings with the garnet collection but the ruby is 3000 years old. It's from ancient Greece, and it's the last of its kind."

You pouted, turning your heel, about to walk away, when Ken grabbed your arm and stopped you. "I mean!" he called and you raised your eyebrow, trying to hide your winning smirk. "I suppose I could pull a few strings. It's in the gallery, you must go alone though. And don't tell anyone. And remember to look— not touch."

You grinned, leaning in and gently pecking Ken on the cheek. "Thank you." you said, feeling his cheeks heat up under your lips. You pulled away from him and spun around. You watched out for Carol Thomas, making sure she wasn't looking before you slipped out of the gala and made your way to the gallery.

You were truly in awe as you looked over all the different rocks, each different sizes and different colours but all equally as beautiful as each other. Your eye finally caught the attention of the ruby Max had sought after for so long. You were no expert on geology but this didn't seem like any normal ruby, it sparkled and glittered and stood out from all the others. It was caged in an acrylic box, but it took no effort for you to lift the box off the crystal and swipe it, pushing it into your purse. It barely fit, but you managed to make it work. Double checking that no one was around, you swiftly exited the gallery and made your way back to the main party.

Maxwell wasn't in the corner you had left him, but instead, he was talking to a group of women; flirting no doubt. You rolled your eyes as they tossed their hair and giggled as he leaned into them. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was saying to woo them. Grimacing, you stormed past the group of girls and grabbed Max's arm, tugging and pulling him away from them.

"I got the stone," you informed your boss, briefly glancing back at the girls who were scowling at you for whisking away Max. You frowned, feeling unamused.

"Are you okay?" Max asked, sounding genuienly concerned. This was so dumb— of course you were okay. You had to be okay. It was completely fine that Max was flirting with other women, it's not like he had any interest in you anyway. It's not like you owned him. He was a grown man and he could do whatever he wanted.

"Yeah." you shot back, offering him a gritted smile. Maxwell nodded his head slowly and leaned into you.

"My driver is outside waiting. Head back to my office with the stone, I'll only be right behind you." you didn't know what it was, but suddenly, your boss' voice sounded dark and... seductive. The way his breath fanned over the shell of your ear made you shiver. Without saying another word, you left the party and travelled back to your workplace.

It was no surprise that Black Gold Cooperative was deserted when you let yourself in, sliding your employee card through the terminal and squeezing through the revolving doors. It must've been almost midnight, and you were the only one in the building. You slipped behind the main desk and booted up the computer where you had access to turn on all the lights in the building so it didn't feel so sinister. As you waited for the computer to turn on (and it felt like forever), you took out the gemstone and placed it on the top of the desk. Even in the darkness, there was something so attractive about it. No wonder Maxwell was so desperate to get his hands on it. He had an affinity for geology, although it was almost secretive. You remembered the one time he invited you over to his house, he had a whole shelf that was proudly displayed with rocks and minerals. It was a hobby of his that he didn't share with anyone else. But he trusted you.

He definitely shouldn't have trusted you.

You left your purse on the main desk as the lights finally illuminated the building. Holding the ruby in both of your hands, you carried it up the stairs, through the call centre and into Maxwell Lord's extensive sized office. You admired the way it sparkled and shone under the bright lights, so much so, you weren't watching your step. You let out a yelp as you tripped over a chair which had been carelessly pulled out, falling to your knees as the stone went flying across the office, landing near his desk.

You felt your heart sink into the depths of your chest when you heard it smash. No— there was no way. Gemstones don't just smash like that. Terrified, you crawled over to where the stone had landed and saw that it had quite literally smashed into smithereens; almost like glass. At least, that's how it sounded. The crystalized rock had turned into some kind of sparkling red fairy dust that looked almost magical. It was like a shimmering illusion. You scurried around the floor wondering how the hell this had happened. How the rock had smashed and turned into a pile of glitter. You knew you wouldn't have long until Max came back.

Your legs began to feel weak, but you decided it was just from your anxiety. Shit, the rock meant so much to Max. He gave you one job. One easy fucking job and you couldn't even do that right. You were so fired.

You began to collect the sparkling red dust in your hands, desperately scooping it up but sighing when it fell through your fingers. Your actions became more erratic, knowing your boss would be back any second. No matter what, you couldn't pick up the dust. You looked around his office, wondering if he had a brush or something to shovel it up with, but of course he didn't.

There was something weird… the dust from the gemstone wasn't just glittering, it was quite literally sparkling— gleaming, even. When you touched it, it made your skin tingle. It sent aches of heat flooding down your body. It was enough to make you suspicious but once again, you shrugged it off as nerves. You cared about Max so much, and he was going to be so pissed with you.

When you heard the double doors to his office swing open, your whole body stiffened up, your eyes squeezing shut. You were on your knees still, your back faced away from Maxwell as he merrily came waltzing into his office.

"I called Roman Antiquities from the carphone," he announced, his voice as vibrant as ever. "They're so happy we managed to get the stone," You felt your eyes grow comically wide. Wait— the stone wasn't even for him. It was for somebody else. Things just went from bad to worse. "So," Maxwell slid his hands into the pockets of his tailored pants. "Where is it?"

You slowly rose to your feet, scrunching your nose up in displeasure as you prepared to tell your boss what had happened. How you had been so clumsy. "I- I didn't realise you were sending the stone to Roman Antiquities." you mumbled, slowly turning around and nervously biting your lip.

"I didn't mention it?" Max shrugged casually. "Yeah, apparently it's in high demand."

"Ken said it comes from ancient Greece, and there's only one made," hearing the words leave your lips didn't make the situation any better, you realised. "Do you know what's so special about it?"

"Yeah," Max replied, walking towards his desk. "There's a lot of things special about it. Can I see it?" His dismissive tone made you feel small and uneasy.

"Max…" you drew his name out like it was the longest melody in the world. He looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. "Something happened. I uhm…" you let your eyes wander around his spacious office, refusing to land anywhere but him. He, however, was staring directly at you. "I had it with me. And I carried it carefully to your office but— I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings and I-" you halted suddenly, feeling your whole body heat up, and a fire shooting through your core. You squeezed your legs together and pursed your lips into a fine line, stopping a moan from escaping. What was going on?

"And?" Maxwell urged, his voice growing increasingly more concerned.

"And-" you gulped. It was a weird, strange feeling. Like suddenly, all your scents had been heightened. The smell of Maxwell's rich cologne filled the room, intoxicating you and sending you into a frenzy. "Wow." you mumbled out.

Maxwell said your name sternly, breaking you out of your strange yet blissful haze. You were used to him saying your name, usually in a condescending way. But this time it was different. It was deep, gravelly and outright delicious.

"I broke the stone," you announced with a shaky exhale. You began to feel slick between your thighs and your eyes widened. Were you… aroused? You just about managed to look back at Max and suddenly everything felt different. You saw him in a completely different light.

Sure, you'd had fantasies about your boss before. He was an attractive, single bachelor and he always made you feel special. He always made you feel important. You would sometimes daydream about him at work, watching him from the back of the conference room as he led team meetings. You'd go home after a long day only to think about him whilst you showered, and even before you went to sleep. Suddenly, your feelings made sense.

"You. Broke. The. Stone?" Maxwell gritted out. Your eyes dropped down to fixate on his Adams Apple. Had his voice always been so sensual?

"Max," you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed onto the edge of his desk, your fingers curling around the corner so hard your knuckles turned white. "I don't feel so good."

Max slowly walked over to you, looking you up and down. "Where are the remnants of the rock?" Max quizzed. You let out a moan as the feeling of arousal became excruciating. He called your name again and you just about managed to point in the general direction of the pile of glittering red dust. Maxwell's eyes widened. "Oh no no." he said, hurrying over and examining it, but being extra careful not to get too close.

"I know," you cried. "I'm sorry."

"Did you-" Maxwell swallowed the lump in his throat before turning back around to face you. "Did you touch it?"

"Y-yes," you drew out, rubbing your thighs together trying to create some feeling of friction, but doing so discreetly so your boss wouldn't notice. "I tried to clean it up."

"Shit," Maxwell muttered, hurrying over to his desk and spreading out a pile of papers. The papers were filled with information about the very specific ruby stone, and Max read it closely and as quickly as possible.

"What is it?" you asked worriedly. Maxwell's eyes widened and he wrapped an arm around you, carefully navigating you behind his desk and sitting you in his chair. You curled up into the softness of the leather seat, humming in delight your dress rode up slightly and the material stuck to the back of your legs.

"There's something you should know," Maxwell frowned. "The rock… they call it Aphrodite’s Stone."

"Aphrodite?" you breathed out. "Like, the goddess of love?"

Maxwell nodded, flicking through a few more of the pages. "Yes," he confirmed. "But uh- not just love. I mean, it was love, yeah but. She was also the goddess of beauty, uh- procreation, passion and…" Maxwell took a deep breath. "Pleasure."

You made a fist so tight your fingernails pressed into your skin as you shuffled around in the chair. Maxwell was so close to you, you just wanted to pull him on top of you and take him now— exactly how he was. But no, he was going on about some Greek goddess.

"Max please," you begged and his head snapped in your direction. You didn't even realise the way your chest was rising and falling, the way you were heaving and panting. Just the sight of you alone was enough to stir something up inside of Max. Beads of sweat laced your collarbones and hairline as you whimpered and moaned. "Can you just- please- tell me- what’s going on? What's happening to me?"

"The stone contains a kind of sex pollen," Max blurted out and your eyes snapped open.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked and Max shook his head quickly. "Like- a drug?"

"Yeah… and you touched it. Shit okay, let me go grab a bowl of water and we’ll try and clean the remnants from your hands…" Max said quickly, biting his lip and bolting over to leave his office when you shouted for him to come back.

"N-no, it won't work," you whispered, holding your arms out and ushering for him to come back over to you. "Please, please Max…" Your hands travelled to the hem of your dress as you started to peel it up. Max watched with intent, his once honeyed brown eyes turning so dark— almost black. His eyes raked your body as he watched you squirm in his office chair. The same chair he sat in every single day. "Please help me take this dress off. I feel so constricted."

"I-" Maxwell began but stopped when you sighed dramatically, tossing your head back.

"Don't fucking argue," you groaned and Maxwell felt taken aback by your attitude. You had never spoken to him like that before. He'd hate to admit it, but the desperation that dripped from your tongue caused Max's cock to throb in his pants. "Please."

Maxwell took your hand and pulled you up from his chair, briefly noting the wet patch from where you had been sitting. He had to sit back in that chair tomorrow morning, and you had made such a beautiful mess of it. His large hands manouvered around your body as he turned you around, finding the zip to your dress and pulling it all the way down to the small of your back. He took a step back as you shuffled out of it and he politely looked away, not wanting to invade your privacy or make you feel uncomfortable. He took off his tuxedo jacket and offered it to you, in case you felt the need to cover up, but instead you just glared at him.

Maxwell found himself subconsciously licking his lips as his heart rate climbed at the mere sight of you. There you were, standing before him in nothing but lacy black lingerie. He felt his cock grow thick and stand at full attention as he took in the sight of your alluring body. It was perfect in every way, even better than he had ever imagined in his dreams.

"What do you need?" Maxwell asked, his voice low. "What can I do for you?" The pollen in the stone made everything sound so seductive but you could swear that even amongst all the heat, you heard genuine care in his voice.

"I don't… I don't…" you weren't about to tell him that you didn't know, because that would be a lie. You knew exactly what you wanted, and he knew enough about the stone to know exactly what you wanted as well. You needed him, craved his body and ached for him to fill you up and pleasure you. You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to find the pride to actually ask your boss for this. Maxwell took a step closer to you, breaking any distance. He smelt so good.

"Anything you want," he whispered, wanting you to know that he'd be more than willing to help ease you. "Anything you want you can have it."

"Anything?" you asked, pressing your hands to his chest and letting your fingers trace the soft material of his dress shirt.

"Anything." he affirmed.

With that, you grabbed the straps of his suspenders and pulled his body into yours. A low groan emitted from the back of his throat as you pressed your lips against his. You wrapped your arms around his body, your palms laying flat against his back as he kissed you. His tongue licked your lower lip and you moaned wantonly, opening your mouth slightly and granting him access to explore you further.

Max's hands settled on your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. You moaned, dragging your own hands to his hair and running his fingers through it.

You loved his hair, you always thought about touching it and playing with it. He always styled it so perfectly but, to your surprise, it wasn't hard with hair-product. Instead, it was soft and glossy and it was like you could feel every wave. He eventually pulled off you, gasping for breath.

"I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this," Maxwell frowned, as you pushed him into his office chair. "I mean, shit. I want this. I've wanted this for so long…" he rambled on as you slid out of your panties and unclipped your bra. His eyes widened when he saw you stand on his office, completely nude and shameless. He thought you looked breathtaking. You were quick to discard the garments, unable to hide the triumphant smirk that played across your lips as you straddled him. You perched yourself on top of his leg and instantly began to ride his thigh, rubbing your soaking wet pussy over his expensive pants.

"Let me," you moaned, leaning into him and kissing his neck. "Let me use you then."

"Yeah?" Maxwell asked shakily and he felt you nod into his shoulder as you gasped out another moan. "Okay. Take what you need." he said before wrapping his arms around you and dipping his fingers into the small of your back. You could feel the coolness of his gold rings tingle against your warm skin and it only turned you on even more. You couldn't count the amount of times you had imagined the ridged feeling of his rings press up against your walls as he slid his fingers inside of you. Max flexed the muscles in his thigh and you yelped slightly at the friction. "Oh, you like that?" Maxwell asked, and done it again before you could even respond. You tugged on his tie, fumbling as you slid up and down over his leg. You just about managed to loosen it, pull it off, and discarding it on the floor amongst your other pieces of clothing.

"I like these," you giggled, tugging on his suspenders. "But I want them off."

"Cum for me first," Maxwell growled, feeling his hard member press against the confines of his pants. They'd grown extremely tight around his now throbbing erection. You looked down and gasped just at the sight of him. You lowered one hand, while keeping the other hand draped around his body, keeping you steady. With your free hand, you traced the imprint of his cock and smiled when you watched his eyes flutter shut from only your gentlest of touches.

"You weren't even affected by the stone," you giggled, humming in delight as you reached for his zipper. You didn't stop sliding your slick pussy over his thigh, your movements building up your oncoming high. "And look at you." you wiggled your fingers into his pants and your eyes widened as you felt his cock. "Fuck… Max Lord going commando?" your laugh came to an abrupt end when Max's grip around you tightened. He took your hand away from his manhood and set it on his bicep as he held you by your hips and muttered dirty words into your ear.

"Cum for me." He gritted out again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and gently nibbling at your skin. He pulls his hands down to your breasts and squeezes at them, his thumbs grazing over your nipples.

"So close," you warned him as your walls began to contract against nothing. You ached for his cock, now more than ever. Still massaging your breasts, he reattached his lips to your neck and trailed sloppy kisses all the way down your collarbone. "Shit Max, fuck I cant," you gasped.

"Can't what? What is it baby?" Max asked, pulling away slightly and cupping your cheek with his hand.

"I can't cum without… without…" tears pricked your eyes as the gushing sense of sexual desire coarsed through your body.

"What do you need?" Max whispered.

"You. Inside me," you managed to stammer out with absolutely no shame. Max looked absolutely wrecked, his dark blonde hair that was once perfectly styled had completely fallen out of place and his chocolate brown eyes were glazed with lust. But he was gorgeous and you couldn't help but smile knowing what exactly you had done to the esteemed Maxwell Lord. You shuffled back slightly, and Max glanced down at the wet patch you had left on his pants. He couldn't contain his grin.

"I don't have a condom," Max admitted. The revelation surprised you as you pegged Max for the kinda guy who endured a lot of sex in his office. It seemed like the perfect place, but come to think of it, he never really had girls around. Only you. You didn't care that he didn't have a condom. In fact, you kinda liked it. You wanted to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it filled your pussy.

"Good," you smiled, standing up with a wobble. Max stood up after you and cleared his desk before patting the expensive oak wood, ushering you to lay down.

But first, you pulled down his suspenders, unclipping them from his pants and throwing them to one side. You worked at his shirt buttons one by one until eventually, you pulled it off and dropped it to the ground. You wasted no time, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. You licked your lips in delight as his cock sprung free and he stepped out of the pants that had pooled around his feet.

Max gently pushed you backwards into his desk and you hopped up, sitting down and laying back. "You're so beautiful," Max sighed as he drank in your appearance, wanting to savour this moment and remember it forever. "Open your legs." he commanded as he stroked his cock. He gathered his precum which had been leaking from the tip for God knows how long, letting it slick between his fingers as he jerked himself off at the mere sight of you spread out on his office desk. You obeyed his instruction, closing your eyes as you prepared to feel his cock push inside of you.

But instead, you felt his hot, wet tongue lick a stripe up your clit. Your whole body stiffened up as you released a groan you didn't even know you were holding back. "Fuck- what the fuck," you curled your fingers into a fist as he continued to cat lick you. You just about managed to open your eyes and see the vision of his head in between your legs as he devoured your dripping pussy. "You're really dragging this out, huh?"

He was good. He was so good. He knew his way around your body perfectly and you swore, in that moment, that perhaps you were made for each other. Maybe it was just the effects of the stone but you had never had such a satisfying sexual encounter.

"When I saw the mess you made on my leg, and how wet you were, I knew I had to taste you," Max admitted, his voice was gruff and sent vibrations through your core. He continued lapping you up, humming and moaning in delight on the occasion he'd suck at the bud of your clit and draw out a moan from your lips. "And fuck, you taste so good."

"But I want your cock inside of meeee," you whined.

Max didn't attach his mouth from you once, but he did bring up his hand and push a finger in between your folds and began to massage the entrance to your hole.

"Gotta prep you first," Max told you, before pushing his index finger deep inside you. He moaned at the feeling of your walls around him and felt his cock twitch against his stomach. Obscene wet noises echoed through his office, as well as your moans and pleas for more. "So greedy," Maxwell chuckled. "Always wanting more," he pushed in his middle finger, stretching you open. He looked up at you, his eyes hungry as he pumped his fingers into your pussy. It wasn't long until your legs began to quiver and shake profusely. You screamed when Maxwell pulled out his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. "Taste," he told you as you sucked on his fingers. "Good girl. See? You taste so fucking good. I could get used to this."

When you had cleaned your juices from his fingers, you felt him line himself up against your entrance. You reached out, holding onto his strong biceps for support as he thrusted inside of you. He grunted, squeezing his eyes tight shut as your walls tightened around you. He was big— bigger than you'd ever taken before. If you weren't so aroused from the stone, you wouldn't know if you'd be able to take him. He filled you perfectly. He pushed himself balls deep into you and then came to a halt.

"M-move," you whimpered, pressing your nails into his skin.

"Beg." he shot back, smoothing the hair out of your face and running his thumb over your puckered and sore lower lip.

"Please Max, please. Fuck me." you felt tears prick your eyes and Maxwell took the hint, finally thrusting in and out of you. Your cunt was so tight around Maxwell he couldn't believe how perfect of a fit you were. He dragged his thumb to your clit and started rubbing intricate circles as he increased his speed. His movements became sloppy and rapid as his fingers pushed you over the edge. "Cum inside of me," you gasped out the second you felt his cock twitch inside of you, indicating that he was close.

"Are you sure?" Max asked and you nodded your head.

"Never been so sure about anything in my life." you screamed, your back arching as you finally came undone. You absolutely drench him, and if it was any other situation, you might've felt a little embarrassed. But Max was in ecstasy when your cunt tightened around his cock like a vice and milked him of all that he had. He spilt his seed inside of you, the warmth coating your walls and shooting jolts of pleasure down your body.

You found yourself completely engulfed in a post coital haze, and Max kept himself inside of you until he softened and could slip out of you without causing you any discomfort. "You might be sore tomorrow," he mumbled, pressing a kiss into your neck. You hummed, whispering something incoherent but your smile was very telling. You had never been so happy. "But the effects of Aphrodite's Stone should wear off now."

"You took care of me," you whispered, your eyes slowly opening. You sat up and wrapped your arms around Max, pulling him into you. You felt completely and utterly spent, and Maxwell couldn't disagree either. He walked you over to his chair and sat you in his lap.

"Of course I took care of you," his voice was gentle and sweet like honey. "This was all my fault. And I should've warned you about the stupid fucking rock in the first place."

"Stupid?" you raised an eyebrow. "That was the most fun I've ever had," you laughed and Maxwell couldn't contain how happy your revelation made him. "But… are we going to be in trouble?"

"You don't have to worry about a thing," Maxwell hushed you, smoothing out your hair and pressing a kiss into your hair. Something in his voice made you trust him and believe in him. You just knew he wouldn't let you get into trouble. "I'm glad this happened."

"Me too." you whispered before closing your eyes and burying your head into his chest. Curled up into his lap, your naked bodies tangled together, you both fell asleep in his office chair. Maxwell Lord created a frightening and intimidating aura, but, the truth is, you had never felt more safe and more comfortable in your whole entire life. You knew that this happy accident was going to be the start of something great.

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Akaashi Keiji 🍋♀️ Part 3

Aaand the next one^^ I'm in love with this story. This part is veeeery fluffy. Turns out different than expected I guess but that's the way it went.

Also I feel like I'm crushing more and more on Akaashi as the story goes on. He is absolutely perfect and I don't know why it took me so long to realize.

Anyways... Enjoyシ︎

♡︎

You would never be able to enjoy it the hard way again.

But that wasn't something you cared about right now, instead you focused on the real important thing. Working your mouth as good as possible on his cock, doing your best to please him. Cause that's the least you could do.

Constantly praising you for how much of a good girl you are for him and how amazing your pretty lips felt wrapped around his length, he felt he was getting close.

Pulling your head off his cock he said "Ladies first" when he kissed your intensely, the feeling of his length still lingering on your swollen lips as he layed you on your back. Hovering above you, the gaze of his steel blue eyes drilled holes into yours as he pushed himself into your slightly sore pussy again.

Gasping at the feeling of being filled up completely you moaned in heavenly pleasure as you threw your head back, your back arching.

You never wanted to miss this feeling. Never again would you want another dick in your life.

You felt little tears building up in your (e/c) eyes at the thought of him leaving your side once he's done fucking you up. Cause that's exactly what happened every time you found yourself moaning into a man's sheets.

He noticed the sudden change in your expression and stopped moving, a concerned look on his pretty face.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

Looking away you tried to cover up your fear of being thrown away like trash. To be again treated like a filthy, used object of pleasure as soon as he's done.

It was too shameful to tell him the reason for the sudden sadness and anxiety crawling up inside you.

He wouldn't understand. Then again, maybe he would but you weren't going to embaress yourself infront of him. Not infront of this amazing man.

So you tried acting perfectly fine and assured him, you're enjoying it a lot and you could keep going. But as you had already noticed earlier, he wasn't the stupid kind.

Pulling out of you, he layed down besides you and put his warm hand up on your cheek, guiding your head to look at him while his other carressed your messy hair.

"Hey, Love... I can see, something's on your mind. Did I hurt you?" he asked. Using his words carefully.

"N-no! You... you didn't hurt me. It feels amazing... overwheling to say the least..." you tried fighting so hard but either way... a single tear ran down your face, wetting his now warm, white sheets.

A tiny smile on his face he dried the trail of wetness, the tear left on your cheek with his thumb. "So overwhelming that you can't hold back your tears?"

His heart was a puddle.

You just nodded slightly when he eventually pulled you into his arms and held you tight.

"There's no shame in crying. Intense feelings lead to this." he said and that's when you decided let it out. Everything you held back, everything you hardly swallowed over the last months or even years. Letting your guard down infront of a total stranger, not knowing if you'd regret this later on and you were damn sure you would.

Still stroking your hair, he patiently waited for the last tear to leave your beautiful eyes when he reached for his blanket and covered the both of you under it.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Akaashi.." you whined as the realization hit you. You had ruined the moment, denied both your orgasms and were now bothering him with your problems.

"I said you can call me Keiji and also, don't apologize for your emotions ever again, love. There's absolutely no need to." he smiled softly, gripping a little tighter around your slightly shaking body.

How was he ok with that?? Why wasn't he getting angry or at least a little disappointed??

No. You needed to make up for it. You can't just let him down like this after he made you feel so amazing.

So you moved your hand down to his cock, only to found it soft again. Sure, what did you expect? Feeling the guilt rising up inside you, you desperately tried to get him hard again, tears building up again.

He was watching you with a confused look before he started to understand. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you from moving.

Now looking at you in absolute awe because of your strong determination to somehow finish him off.

"Hey. Y/n... It's ok."

"No it's not! I fucked up! I have to make up for the shit I just pulled! Please let m-"

"No, my love. I don't know what you experienced before but I would never think about you the way you think I am right now. And now keep your tiny hands above my belly button and enjoy the cuddles as much as you enjoyed my dick, alright?" he chuckled and I cuddled tighter onto him.

"Keiji... you're... I mean.."

"I'm acting the way a real man should, is it that? It's about time someone does, don't you think?"

He knew there was more to it than just the overwhelming heat and pleasure you felt but he also knew it would be too much if he'd ask you further about it.

He didn't want to come off rude so he decided it's better to just hold you.

You didn't even notice how your eyes shut and you got a little too comfortable when you drifted away into a deep, much needed sleep. Keiji kept carressing your hair, his other hand slowly running up and down your back when his torqouise orbs starred holes into his bedroom wall. Thinking about what had been the real reason for you to break down like this. He was genuienly worried. Worried about you.

And when he thought about other men trating you like shit his eyes were getting an angry touch to them.

Some time passed when he wanted to get into his usual sleeping position. He carefully lifted his arm and moved to his preferred side of the bed, when you started rolling around a little, clearly not wanting to let him go.

"Keiji...." you called for him in your dream. Your brows furrowed, when he instantly stopped moving and looked at you, eyes wide open when he heard his name.

Sighing deeply he realized that this was more than just a one night stand.

It was emotionally on another level and he wanted it to last. At least for the night.

He pulled you back into his arms and took a deep breath.

"You're quite something, Y/n."

He was so used to laying on the other side that it took him almost two hours to finally found sleep himself. His arms still wrapped around you, under the warm embrace of his blanket.

Worried, that if he'd move from your side again, you'd feel left alone.

"I'm right here."

[aw-eather]

Heather Watches Stargate SG1: Upgrades

I have some rare time off and deicded I would like to spend it writing another post because its been a long time and I love this show and it’ll help me be less stressed about life and work!  We all love Upgrades so I thought this could be a fun one to do today! I also just love how much you guys enjoy these posts so thank you for being wonderful  As always, I’ll almost defienitly swear so consider yourself warned. 

Nice shot of the gate

SAM’S HAIR

SHE’S SO CUTE

Tok’ra are starting to annoy Jack and honestly same

“Don’t get me wrong Carter, your dads great, love him like a brother”

What about a father in law???

just a thought

Boys stop gagging over a pretty girl

Ew Daniel thats so gross

“Looks like trouble to me” ew

Sam’s fucking face

She’s so C U T E

Daniel stop flirting with every woman you meet

Anise annoys me tbh

Sorry not sorry

No shit Daniel

Jack is judging SO HARD

I’m actually a fan of the caterpillar on Teal’c’s face. 

I genuienly don’t hate it

Of course it doesn’t work on the Tok’ra. 

Why would anything 

Wow Anise you seem awfully suspicious with how desparate you are to get those bands on our space babies...

Sorry Sam is so beautiful 

like SO BEAUTIFUL

CREDITS

They’re so boring this season no offence 

END CREDITS

JANET

she looks so fucking good omg 

her HAIR

Anise go HOME you’re so ANNOYING 

Jack’s neck I-

Jack and Teal’c fighting is cute

I love their friendship

aw poor Teal’c

he’s out cold 

Jacks hair is messy and cute

Janet is not impressed at all

“I’m sorry”

“no you are not”

“You’re right about that!

fucking Jack making a comment about his strength and Janet’s face I love them

Jack reading super fast and Daniel not being able too is hilarioius to me

Mostly because I dislike Daniel

Lol “want me to read it to you?”

Sam sitting in the dark

Janet visiting her with her messy hair and looking so cute and wonderful

I love her

lemme protect her

she’ll need it

Sam, I don’t trust Anise

Jack chil you’re gonna break the machine 

that fucking beanie

i hate it

Jack broke the ball

I’m quiet during this scene because I Do Not Care TM about Daniel and Anise

Janet looks so annoyed 

and I don’t blame her

I agree with Janet

take them off

ah but they can’t 

janet and hammond are ready to slap anise and I’m HERE FOR IT

Jack might not be concerned Teal’c, but I am

jack what did that punching bag ever do to you, you dork

SAm is WRITING  a BOOK with her new found power I hate her

Sam and Janet are beautiful 

and their friendship could have been beautiful

if TPTB knew how to write decent women

“its just so damn exciting sir” I love him

poor Siler omg

why is it always him

can’t he catch a break

aw they’re all locked up

Steak. 

THEY’RE BREAKING OUT

FUCK SHE LOOKS GOOD

LIKE SO GOOD

AND THEY’RE BOTH WEARING LEATHER JACKETS 

THEY LOOK SO GOOOD

FRENCH FRIES INSTEAD OF POTATOES 

I LIKE THE TASTE BETTER 

SAM STOP 

YOU’RE TOO MUCH

MY TINY COLD HEART CANNOT TAKE IT 

defying a direct order but who cares

Jack there is a large, huge MASSIVE difference between steak and earth

the story about that shot with the pool is always funny to me 

JACK LOOKS GOOD

SO GOOD 

WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AND THE LEATHER AND THE GREY AND I-

he is a geek

Daniel don’t do it

oh he did it

Sam’s even telling him not to do it

bloody hell 

can we have a chat about how hot Jack and Sam are? 

Not make them stupid lol 

they were already stupid, Hammond 

they’re space babies

they’re looking so sory for themselves 

no you can’t Daniel

VERY HUNGRY SIR

more of a scuffle sir

ACTUALLY IT WAS YOUR IDEA... SIR

the fucking sass

the FUCKING S A S S 

ugh

UGH 

I AM SO SICK OF ANISE 

bitch  you brought those arm bands there so they could do stuff for you

the Tok’ra are always out for themselves and no one else

they barely do anything to help the taur���i and it pisses me off

Sam looks so cute

Hammond, every mission is a suicide mission 

sam is SO CUTE

HER HAND-

SORRY 

SHE’S REALLY HOT 

AND ADORABLE

I WANNA PROTECT HER

Thta was a lot of science talk 

aww the little hat 

so CUTE

look at em go

kicking jaffa butt

speeding around the place

HER HAIR 

I CANNOT STAND HER

SHE’S SO CUTE

wow thats a big ship

arm band is no longer working 

surprise surprise it happens in the middle of an important mission 

oh Hammond is MAD MAD 

Anise and you can bugger off

Janet’s face is like “did this bitch really just say what I think she just said”

NO SAM

JACK NO

OH BOY 

OOOOOOHHHH BOOOOOYYYYY

FAM I HATE THEM AND I LOVE THEM

THIS IS HONESTLY HEART BREAKING 

BECAUSE THEY OLY NOW REALISE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE 

FUCK OFF

I LOVE THEM AND I HATE THEM 

BUT I LOVE THEM MORE 

i got a new computer today and the SOUND QUALITY IS SO MUCH BETTER

Aw Sam woke up first 

lol he wakes up funny 

he’s gonna do anything he can to help her

“you gotta get out of here sir”

“so do you” 

STOP IT YOU LOVE STRUCK NERDS

RUN BABIES RUN 

GET YO ASES OUT OF THERE

Look at that little jump over the rock

they’re in soooo much trouble

the fact these space babies didn’t get court marshalled a mllion times still shocks me 

ouch

that had to hurt

nice camera work

I AM VERY WELL GENERAL HAMMOND

lol 

i fuking love Teal’c 

what a sweetheart

i love him

could be a little less sarcastic to the Tok’ra Jack

I hate them as much as you do but no need to make things worse for yoruself 

this is why they never help you 

cause you are sassy to them

Final Thoughts: 

I love this episode

I love the silly space babies

I love Sam and Jack’s outfits when they go for steak

I love Sam’s hair

A lot

I love Sam in red

its a good colour for her

I genuienly hate the Tok’ra 

they’re useless

Jacob is ok

Martouf is mostly ok

the rest kinda suck tbh

Janet Deserved Better

all in all its a fun episode and I love it and it gives me the giggles which is what we all need right now

So tell me, beautiful people, what is our favourite moment from Upgrades? Lemme know and thanks for reading! 

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Stan's Friend (Holy, Part 4.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: Sydney realized who is the strange person texting her - not knowing she settled on a completely wrong person. 

A/N: I know that the role in the gif is Bev from IT, but, I mean, they are both equally cute, since portrayed by the same actress. Miss Sophia Lillis, you have the young queers shook, to put it simply. 

Word count: 2.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren​ @deadpoolcouldshootme​

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

Sydney was almost blowing up with excitement when the strange person texted her that... It's a regular thing now. This was flirting... Right? She just flirted. Online. The only thing that would turn her away from continuing would be the person being a boy.

After a short ride with Dina, she knew that girls are... Her stick. Boys were fine, they were cool and all - but not a real relationship option for Sydney. For example, Stan was the coolest Sydney ever had known. And they were the greatest friends.

When it came to a relationship with Dina... Yeah. The relationship was a short, yet intense ride. And when they both realized, they decided they were better off as friends. The relationship they had now was better than the one before. And also, they had way more weird, funny selfies.

So, that was probably the only thing Sydney wanted from a relationship - for her significant other not to have a weenie. The other thing was to get along with their personalities.

When Stanley asked her, what kind of type she has, her head was empty. Syd wasn't able to say a single word regarding what she loves in girls. She liked something else on each of her small crushes. No-one was perfect, no-one was bad in particular. Every girl was different. And every girl was beautiful.

That was the deal. Every fucking girl was beautiful. Sydney was sometimes overwhelmed when she sat in the cafeteria and suddenly, all the beauty hit her face. Fast and hard, oh, yeah.

"The thing is... Drumrolls... I'm kinda texting with someone." - Syd told to Stan with both her fists shoved into the pockets of her jacket, walking around the small pavement in front of her school. Stan popped his eyes out with surprise in his face, motioning for her to continue. - "That's it. I don't know who they are, I don't know if it's a girl, a boy, or someone else... And I'm interested. The whole secret is out." - She finished while Stanley sat there with her knee over the other one, his chin supported with the back of his palm.

"On the other hand, before the break came, I heard you kinda have something going on?" - Sydney asked suggestively, sitting right next to him. - "I have something going on? Well, come on, tell me. I didn't know until now." - Stan smiled and bumped his shoulder to hers. - "Someone heard the conversation after the big exam. You know... The biology one. You and... What's her name again? Laura?" - Syd tried to guess. Yet when Stan figured what she's talking about, he started to laugh out loud.

"You mean Y/N? That cute girl who sits like two rows behind me? Oh, that's great." - Stanley proceeded to a bigger wave of laughter. He looked almost hysterical while doing it. - "I wish she would be interested. I wish, man." - "But everyone's saying they heard you proposing to her and her saying it back?" - "It was a damn joke. There's... Nothing going on between me and her. Unfortunately." - Stan snickered once more, having a breaking smile on her face.

"You'll have to tell everyone in the school then. Give it a week and you'll be married or worse... Pregnant." - "What's wrong with being pregnant?" - Syd's best friend asked back, cracking at the terror in her face. Yet before she could get into the great terrors in great detail, someone had joined their small group.

And when Sydney realized who it was, her breath hitched. It was Kim. The pansexual girl from her English class. Also known as one of the girls Sydney had a crush on. The one who she sent her number at the concert. Her number. The concert. A sudden realization suddenly flashed over Syd's head. Hoooly fuck. Holy fuck. Holy... Fuck.

Sydney took a long, deep breath and tried to keep herself composed. With all the gay panic she possessed, her gaze fell on Stanley. But Barber didn't pay her any attention.

"Hey, Stan, what's up?" - The incomer smiled at Stanley, performing some kind of a handshake. Sydney was watching every move the girl did, she watched the girl's smile, the posture... Everything. God. She was so hot. - "Pretty good, man, pretty good. How was the break?" - Barber asked back, performing his part of the supersecret handshake.

"We were out of the town, drinking with some friends." - The girl rolled her eyes, making the beanie on the top of her head look presentable. Sydney's grimace fell even deeper into the horror state, further realizing who Kim could be. - "You?" - "I was working in the local bowl alley, making sure everyone had everything they needed." - "You did a bad fucking job." - Kim responded, having Stan's mouth hanging open. - "I sold you at least seven gs just for the damn four-day break. What did you guys do to it, you fed it to the cows?" - Stan wiggled his eyebrows once more, finally picking up his stuff to get ready for the school day starting soon.

Sydney followed a couple of friends closely, still having that gay panic inside of her. Should she come forward? Should she just ask? Should she go for it? No, she shouldn't. No. No, she had to do it. Maybe. No, it was bullshit. But suddenly, she heard herself saying...

"Did you like the clouds on Monday?" - Syd got out of herself suddenly, putting the conversation flow between Stan and Kim on hold. The girl turned at Sydney with a weird emotion in her face. - "What did you say?" - "I asked if... If you... Liked the clouds on Monday. They were pink... And blue... And..."

"I hadn't even notice, to be honest. I must've missed a great fucking view." - Kim answered and took the strap of her backpack to her palm. Just as the panic and revelation came in, the same way if suddenly left her body. So... Kim wasn't the one texting her. If she would be the one, she'd surely know about the sky. Or maybe she was drunk as fuck. That was probably that.

As the school day progressed on, she was still in something similar to a trance. It was kind of a miracle that there existed the slightest chance of Kimberly being the girl texting her. And although her ego almost shot through the roof the Brownsville, there was something telling her... This can't be. It was too good to be true.

For real - she was as wrong as she could be. Kimberly was nowhere near to be the strange person texting her. Why? She forced the number to someone else in the first place, didn't she? And the girl to who she was texting was sitting in the cafeteria with her forehead forced to the desk of the table as she almost gave up on her highschool studies once again. - "I can't do this Kim." - "You can. You're just too much of a dingus to know that." - Your best friend mumbled through her teeth as she played with her mashed potatoes. - "Now. My life is literally over. I shall pass now." - "It's just PE, Y/N, Jesus. Stop whining." - "I can tell teached I have period." - Your eyes widened with excitement. Suddenly, you felt the life passing through you. - "No, you did that last week, dingus." - Kimberly mouthed and looked at you dying on the table again.

At that moment, Brock and Aaron finally joined the table - the boy looked at you laying on the table with real tears in your eyes. Aaron being your best buddy, he already knew what was going on - Brock was a bit scared by the way you looked. At least until Aaron asked the question. - "It's PE day again?" - The quarterback sighed as he watched your sad face. - "You are an athlete, idiot, you wouldn't get what I'm going through." - At that, both Kim and Aaron exchanged a quick glance over the full plates of food.

No matter how hard you tried to riot against it, the PE was still coming. Your mind couldn't make the whole class simply disappear - that would be fucking cool if you could do that, though. As usual, you ran so much that you almost puked out your lungs, your limbs almost fell down from your body and your head was spinning heavily. And Kim did give you the piss for that, naturally. When this torture was over finally, you were allowed to go home. Jesus, did you take this grace with a big smile on your face? You were happy. Genuienly happy. Possibly no-one in the whole class was so much anti-PE as you were.

For the first time in the last few weeks, you didn't mind being at home just to study. This time, you could text with the friend on the other side of the screen. This filled you with excitement - just to know what are they like. Sure, there was this pressure of realization that one day, you'll be very interested in who they actually were. Yet for now, it was as innocent as it gets.

All you texted about was your day at school - further proving that you have the same teachers, you are going to the same school and that you possibly have some classes together. Just when you were about to end the whole conversation, since it got fairly late and it was already late along with you being tired beyond physically possible. Yet at the moment you realized that someone's standing in your garden, blasting their flashlight into your damn window. Slowly, you walked to the window to take a good look at the person. It wasn't Kim or Aaron, at least you thought so, because they would just text to you bring your fat ass outside because they want to talk with you.

After quite a moment, you realized it's Stanley fucking Barber standing in there - and most noticeably, he was barefooted. Quickly, you glanced over the phone screen, typing a quick text before putting on a sweatshirt. - "What the hell are you doing here? And who told you where I live?" - You whisper-shouted after you managed to manouvre through the quiet and dark house. Your parents were already asleep. And since it was eleven in the evening, you should be asleep too. But instead of that, you were walking through your garden to a barefooted fool standing there. - "I wanted to talk to you, apologize and..." - He quickly whipped a joint out of his shirt. - "I brought you something to help you forgiving me." - This didn't make any sense. For what was he apologizing? Sure, the joint caught your eye, but this was a nonsense.

"Let's move to the gazebo in the park. I don't want our garden smelling like we grow weed here." - You stated swiftly and led Stan out of your garden. - "But how do you know where I live? This is fucking creepy, Barber." - It was getting a bit calmer inside of you. Finally, you weren't near your house with a barefoot weed dealer - so your parents couldn't see something they shouldn't see. - "I asked your friend, that tall football boy. I explained what's going on and it seems that he also already knew about what happened." - Stan looked at you with a sweet smile.

"I've heard that I'm dating you, yeah. Everyone heard about this." - There was nothing true about you liking Stanley or you and him dating. But it was just a rumour going between the people, maybe it had some post on your school's social media for what you could know. You knew that this story will be gone in a month or so. After the Christmas holiday, there will be at least one girl who will be proclaimed a whore or worse, she'd be pregnant. This was just a short-timed story. - "It's kinda impossible to miss. But I don't care." - "I also... Don't care." - Stan shrugged his shoulders, looking at you intensely. For a moment, he got so close that you felt the need to move away for a bit. - "Yeah. That's your brand, ain't it? You are the mister of zero fucks. Or so I've heard."

Finally, the gazebo was in front of you - so you both took a position that was comfortable for both of you and then, you watched Stanley lighting up the joint. Your phone buzzed inside your pocket, catching the boy's stare. - "Who's that? A secret lover?" - The boy bit his lower lip as he leaned closer to you, clearly quite meaning the question even through his playful tone. - "I wish. It's probably Kim telling me about another of her crushes." - Quickly, you glanced over the screen and even if you realized that it's the girl you've been texting with, you tried to roll your eyes. Stan gave you the joint and you nodded before taking in a lot of smoke inside your lungs, keeping it in.

"I didn't know anyone would hear that... You know... The biology thing." - Stan started to talk about another thing once more. It was possibly the first time that you've seen the mister of zero fucks giving some form of a fuck. - "I told you Stan. Don't think about it. It's just a fucking rumor." - With this, you put the joint back to Stan's hand. There was a long silence - and when you looked at Stanley, seeing the boy watching you back, you understood what that was about. Your expression changed drastically - your mouth opened just as much as your eyes. Stanley was bringing up something more than a rumor. Maybe expecting to come out as more than a rumor from this gazebo night.

"Stan... No. No. No." - It was almost funny, the way you shook your head at the speed of light. You had about two minutes before the joint kicks on - so this friendzoning had to happen quickly and emotionlessly. - "Don't take this seriously, Stan, you're a good guy... But I'm fresh after break-up and even though it seems that I like you, it's just your view of the situation. It's quite literally inside your head, okay? We're barely friends... So... Let's keep it on barely friends level, yea?" - This rant was so quick that Stan almost didn't catch a single word. And when it was over, he started to laugh out loud; he was laughing like a psycho. - "I was just curious. Now I know and I'll keep it cool, come on, sit down. You're tripping me out, man." - Once again, Stanley gave you back the joint, nodding at you. With a shy smile, you accepted it once again and sit the fuck down so you wouldn't trip Stanley out anymore.

That night, you both got super fucking high and had a great time, because Stanley Barber was such a cool dude. And it was a privilege to have him as your friend.

[toomanyfandomssos]

Wowza I thought it should be time for my first The 100 imagine so. Yay.

Bellamy Blake x reader

Warnings: violence, mentions of Abuse

None of these GIF's are mine

Description: you were best friends with Bellamy on the arc, after you got arrested for stealing food and clothes for Octavia he was heartbroken. Not only did he go to the ground for Octavia, he went down for you too.

"Stay in your seat if you wanna live!" You heard Clarke yell at the 2 boys in front of you.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and focus back on the TV. You knew nobody else would pay attention to Jaha on the screen so you decided to just in case something important was mentioned.

After those 2 boys did the exact opposite of what Clarke said, they ended up dead before you even landed on the ground. After you did land on the ground you were too excited to see the world than care about a dumb decision someone else made.

You climbed to the floor level and into the crowd everyone was yelling and you just wanted to see the world.

"Stand back!" You heard a familiar voice yell out

"Bellamy?" You heard another familiar voice

After they hugged, you decided it was your turn.

"Bell! O!" You yelled

The Blake kids turned to see your face.

"Y/N!!!" they yelled simotanuously

You pushed thru the crowd for a hug from your favorite two people. First you opened your arms for Octavia, you'd always give her extra love to make Bell jealous. You two were perfect friends. Then Bellamy. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, tears falling from his face.

"Today lovebirds" a voice shouted from the crowd

Bellamy rolled his eyes and opened the door, your face was in awe. You took Octavia's hand and walked out to the ground together.

"On 3" you said

"1"

"2"

You took a deep breath

"3"

You both stepped off the platform and on to the earth. It felt amazing. The breeze, the smell, the beautiful colors scattered across the terrain. You couldn't have even imagined it this lovely. Everyone around you ran out and started exploring, even Octavia but you couldn't move. You just wanted to see it for all that it is. So you did. Bellamy slowly walked up behind you.

"It's incredible" he said as he put his hands on your shoulders. Realizing how much you really missed him, you turned around and gave him another hug. He lifted you off the ground and spun you around a few times. You missed how he felt. His tall broad shoulders shadowing your meek figure. He always made you feel safe. How he smelled like machine parts and old cologne his dads dad used. You didn't care. It's what made Bellamy Bellamy.

Clarke was doodling on some stupid map and you knew something was wrong. You didn't really like her but only because you considered her 'privileged' and would talk shit with Bellamy and Octavia.

You left Bellamy since he was also excited to see the ground. You chose to sneak up behind Clarke to see what bullshit you had to deal with now. You heard her whisper:

"They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain"

Perfect. Just what you needed.

"What?!" You yelled

"Shit" Clarke murmured under her breath

"Y/N, didn't hear you. Why arent you with every-" before she could finish, you interrupted:

"Cut the crap Clarke"

She sighed

"We are supposed to be on that mountian over there" she pointed

"Are you? Are you fucking serious? They couldn't do one damn thing!" You yelled

"Hey they got us down here didn't they?!" She yelled right back

You took a breath knowing that complaining wasn't going to help you in anyway

"So..... What's the plan then?" You asked

"We have to get Mount Weather" she huffed

"I'll go round up some muscle" you said

As soon as you turned around you saw a scronny guy with some serious attitude

"Hey sexy" he said

"Move, I said muscle" you stated, shoving the guy away

He grabbed your arm

You turned and punched him

"Y/N!!" Clarke yelled

Bellamy came running over 100% ready to fight

"Stupid bitch" the guy yelled as he threw an arm

Bellamy caught it of course, giving you a glare

"Knock it off" Bellamy shoved the guy away and turned to you

"Dropship. Now." He demanded

You stormed off towards the ship, knowing you shouldn't have done that.

"Sorry about that" Bellamy apologized

"Whatever" the guy said as he got up off the ground

A few minutes after you paced back and fourth on the dropship, Bellamy walked in.

"What the hell, Y/N? We haven't been down here even an hour and you're already creating enemies" he scolded

"He grabbed my arm so I punched him. I don't like being touched, not after my mom" you sighed, not letting the tears fall. You never gave Bellamy the 100% true story. Just bits and peices.

He gave you another one of his hugs that made you feel safe and warm.

"You're going to have to apologize to that guy ya know?" He said after a few minutes of you calming down

"I know. I know."

"C'mon" he said

"Ugh. I know" you followed him out, where everyone seemed to forget you literally just decked a guy in the middle of the 'party'

"Hey" you spoke softly

"Here to hit me again?" The guy said

"No, i wanted to apologize, I don't handle being touched very well. Especially being grabbed. I panicked and shouldn't have hit you. I hope you can forgive me" you stated bluntly while offering your hand.

"Yeah, I noticed" he shook your hand

"I'm Y/N" you said with a shake

"Murphy" he responded "John"

After a few seconds you let go and continued on your original problem, Mt. Weather.

You met up with Clarke and saw she had already gathered some people in the time it took you to apologize to Murphy.

"Hey Y/N, you ready?" She asked

"Uh yeah I guess, that was quick..." You said

"Not much time to waste if we are going to feed 100 people."

"What's this" Bell asked

"Food mission" you responded

"Great, I'm in" he said

"Bell, shouldn't you stay here and watch O?" You asked knowing how spontaneous and too trusting she was.

"I..... Yeah..... Probably" he sighed. Wishing you would stay so he could keep an eye on you too.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed out with Clarke and the others having no idea what was in store.

Okay so im gonna stop it right here for now. I feel genuienly so awful for how long this took and how I'm making it a series instead of finishing it. I hope you like it, its actually one of my favorites and please please!!! Send. In. Requests!

[nickuwonu-blog]

suffer pt. 2 [z.k]

warning: sexual content, i would say 'don't read if you're under sixteen' but my smut is so mediocre and amatuer that it doesn't even matter lmao.

word count: 1,500+

a/n: im trying out this new style of writing, i think i like it tbh but let me know what you think. and this is my first time writing smut so if it's cringy then sis i am so sorry. also, i had to cut this shit short because it was getting too long for my liking. but, if you guys want a part 3 with just smut then let me know.

"i'm still kinda pissed at the fact you didn't tell me your real name until after, like, the third time we hung out," zion turned himself over in her bed as he watched her get re-dressed before his very eyes. he watched as she rolled her eyes at him out of spite while pulling a shirt two-times larger for her over her head.

"you say 'hang out' as if we were literally just friends hanging out, we hooked up and you know that," she walked away to enter her bathroom, leaving zion with a shocked but not surprised look on his face. he leaned over so she was still in his viewing range. "regardless, i had to find out through instagram. why didn't you just tell me your name was (y/n)? is that even your real name?" he was still skeptical, which was understandable.

"yeah, it is. and i only lied to you about my name because you lied to me about yours," she searched around for a hairbrush before finding it and running through her hair. in this moment, zion thought she looked beautiful; but he'd never tell her that, she'd only tease him for it and tell him not to say things like that. he didn't know why she was like this to him, but he was too whipped for her to care.

"i didn't lie about my name, what are you talking about?"

she continued to brush her hair while staring at herself in the mirror, "zion is your middle name, caleb is your first name. and i had to find that out through elom. by the way, can you tell him to stop commenting heart eyes on my pics? it's weird."

zion laughed as he rememberd all the times he'd seen his younger brother under (y/n)'s pictures. "the boy's got good taste," he discretely complimented her but hoped that she hadn't noticed.

"shut up," she noticed, "stop being soft." she pulled the hairtie around her wrist up into her hair and formed a bun, zion was amazed at how quickly she did so but left his compliments to himself. "friends say nice things to each other, yanno." he nagged.

"good thing we're not friends," she shut off the light before walking back into her bedroom. she sat on the edge of her own bed in front of zion, scared of being too close to him. "well, does this make you my girlfriend?"

she snickered, "definitely not. oh god, no."

still basking in the afterglow from the passion that happened between them only a few minutes ago, zion sat up in the bed and pulled she sheets off of his bare chest. "then can you tell me what we are 'cause my fans are starting to notice. i don't wanna leave them in the dark."

"ugh," she groaned, hanging her head down. "why does everything with you have to be so damn serious when it comes to me? loosin' up a little bit. alexa," she called out to the robotic personal assitant, "play 'why don't we'." she smirked, turning to zion.

"now playing 'why don't we'." alexa responded, before an unfamiliar tune played in the room, causing zion to grimace. "turn that shit off, you play too damn much." much to zion's annoyance she only smiled at him, "and you don't play enough."

zion rolled his eyes before running his hands through his hair for the millionth time that night, "if we're not friends and we're not dating then what are we?"

"why do you keep doing that? running your hands in your hair? stop it." she responded, avoiding his question as much as possible.

"'cause you pulled it too hard."

"maybe you can return the favor, yeah?" finally showing intrest in the conversation she began to move closer to zion as she watch his face automatically tense up.

he shook his head, much to her surprise. "how do you expect me to concentrate when a group of white boys are playing in the background talking about some fucking trust fund baby? whatever the fuck that means."

"good point," she turned to alexa, "alexa, play 'bleach' by 'brockhampton'."

"now playing 'brockhampton'." she turned back to look at zion once the music starting flowing within the room, making the overall presence more calmer and more enjoyable for the both of them. zion looked at her and suddenly became self-aware of what her intentions were right now: a second round to avoid confrontation. although he didn't mind, he was still gonna find a way to sneak the conversation

"what are you trying to do?" he asked once she crawled to sit directly next to him.

"nothing," she said. "seduce you."

"it's working," he replied once felt her suddenly sit on his lap. staring up at her, zion realized he was never truly going to get the message through to her that he wanted more from her. he wanted to be able to see and talk to her through the day and go and dates and be able to call her his girlfriend. but, she just wasn't quite ready for that yet. and he didn't know why, but that wasn't going to stop him from finding out.

"so...who was the girl you went live with today?" she questioned, a hint of jealousy in her tone as she placed her hands on zion's chest. he could tell she was feeling jealous and, in a way, it made him happy. it showed she cares about who he talks to and it showes she cared enough about him to watch another girl's live simply because he was in it.

"what girl?" he pretended to act clueless, only to annoy her (and it worked).

"well..." she pushed her hips down the slightest bit until zion could feel the fabric of her underwear brush against the crotch area of his sweatpants. "a girl went live and i saw you joined in? it's not a big deal, like, if you don't wanna say who she is that's fine i don't care. i'm just curious.

"tell me you love me and i'll tell you who she is," zion barely pulled up the large shirt up her body until he was able to see the lacy, black hem of her underwear. "i love you, now tell me who she is." zion was shocked at how quickly she could tell him she loved him yet have it not mean anything.

"she's a friend, zion smirked as he placed his hands on her hips. "you do know what that is, right?"

"shut up, i have friends other than you."

"wait, so i am your friend?" he questioned once he started to feel her soft lips connect with his neck. he knew she was trying to distract him, but it wasn't going to work. at least not this time.

"hmm?" she mumbled, clearly not intrested or listening to a word he was saying.

"i said: does this mean that i'm your--fuck," he groaned, accidentally interrupting his own sentence once he felt the friction of her hips slightly speed up against his length. "i'm listening," she lied. "keep talking."

"we're, uh, we're friends? like, i can call you if i wanna hang out?" he tried to keep his breathing pattern straight but fell short of doing so. "text me," she mumbled, starting to tug at the hem of his sweatpants.

"what?" he asked.

"if you want to hang out," she sat up in zion's lap, pulling him up with her, "you can text me. don't call, i hate talking on the phone."

"deadass?" he questioned, getting more excited by the second. if he had no chances of dating this girl, the most he'd want out of her is a friendship. it seemed as if god was finally answering all of his prayers tonight.

she slowly managed to wrap her legs around his torso, "phone calls are awkward, why does it matter? what's the difference, anyway?"

"no," he shook his head, "i mean about the hanging out thing, you'd actually be down to do normal shit?"

"what do you consider normal shit that friends do?"

"i don't know: go out to lunch, chill together, be nice to one another?" his statement came out as a question while he began to search her face for some sort of validation. "sure, yeah. we can do that."

'oh fuck' he thought, 'holy fucking shit.'

not knowing how to respond, his smile was enough to tell her he was genuienly happy; and so was she. however, his body knew exactly what to do (his fingers, more specifically). moving his fingertips from her waist, his thumb and index glided across her skin until it reached the very spot right under her belly button. she felt as if zion was staring into her soul as they maintained eye contact.

"uh, what are you doing?" she asked, nearly shivering at the feeling of his fingers slowing starting to inch towards her underwear. "i'm be friendly." he replied, flashing her an innocent smile.

"friends don't act like," she suddenly inhaled a sharp breath, feeling a new sensation stir inside of her. holding onto zion's shoulders, she kept her breathing at a steady pace as she avoided looking directly at him.

"finish your sentence, baby," he stated as his lips began to move across her collarbone. "friends don't act like this." she completed, finally.

"friends liked us do." he mumbled against her skin in the most sensual way possible.

[mkawsome]

11:11 and clouds

11:11 name three wishes1. I wish my best friend would win the lottery. VInce has good ideas, some business savy and hes’ generally good peeps and really i just wish more people won lotteries, money can’t buy happiness but it’s a nice thing to have too much of rather than too little. I’m super biased in that he said he’d pay for my debts if he won, and i really want to be debt free, but i would deep down rather he won the me, i’m not greedy or i try not to be anyway and so 50k outta of his 1milion+ sounds perfect, and honelsty if you could spend 5% of your money and save a friends life for years to come you know you would....and if i could spend an imaginary giant sum of money and see the joy on his face....seeing photo’s of his adventures and travels would be great. We could get our dream house we’ve platonicly talked about. Watson Best Cat would get so many amazing outfits and hats and a giant robot and gosh golly it’d just be swell

2.I wish to be genuienly complitment for something i haven’t been complimented for.....i get the same 3-4 compliments, all the time, every time, no matter who you are, and one of them since it comes from romantic partners, i’m never sure if it’s true or if their just saying it cause they think it’s nice to say...i just want to hear good words said about me, to me, for something that isn’t he tells puns or grew a beard fast....hit me with personality traits you love, or tell me something little you noticed you find endearing...i often fell nobody likes me (anxiety, depression all that jazz) but when no one ever says anything but the one obvious surface level nice thing, i assume it’s just a forced social habit and  likely untrue, and that’s almost worse than nothing. 

3. Universal Basic IncomeI’m employeed, i’m paying off my debts (slower than i’d like but i’m doing it and faster than most) i have a house, i have food, i want for lots, but i lack little.....i however am not everyone, and lots of folks don’t have what they need. A UBI would be a huge step in solving that, parents could work part time at 1 job instead of trying to full time 3, schooling would be less stressful as you wouldn’t have to struggle to work through your classes so you could afford your summer without loans, it’d eliminate over burdened and ineffieceint redundancies in welfare programs...like everyone would benefit and we haven’t done more than a few trials yet (though we’ve done trials and they all turned out great so maybe by 2025?)...oh mighty tumblre genies make this so!Clouds: Would i ever rock black nail polish? Not only would i, but i have....more importantly i did so not during an emo phase either...cause we all know we’ve done that.I worked at a summer camp for under privleged youths and this camp was 90% gender and age divided with very rare expections.  One of the female counselors got sick the same week another counselor brought beauty supplies for her kids to do a mani/pedi spa day, i got roped into picking up the slack and helping wrangle both the groups as they joined together for the activity,  20+ 8--12 year old girls and let me tell you, nothing made  them happier than a boy who would let them paint his toes (and eventually fingers) and nothing made me happier than 6 hours of laughing smiling kids while i sat, read my book, and generaly enjoyed some well deserved pampering. Of course i didn’t own any nail polish and i’d be damned if iwas gonna try to get rid of it, so my all black fingers and my each toe a different artists lasted 3 weeks easy.

[trashyraeken]

What We Are Part 3

(side note: I’m soooooooooooooooooooo sorry that this is soooooooooooooo late! A special shout out to @aimee-a-teenwolf for waiting so patiently. School has genuienly been kicking me in the butt, but here you are love. :) Also, I wanted to make it perfect, so it took me a long time to think it was good enough. Still kind of on the fence, but tell me what you guys think. Requests are a must. Please, please, please if you want an imagine written for you and you think I’ll do a good job with it send it in! Again sorry for the wait and I hope it was worth it ;). Enjoy lovelies!!)

Astonished

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just...I just came to pick up some things I realized that I left here,” he said, relieved that you hadn’t dropped the kitchen knife on your feet. “You just realized now that you left them here,” I asked, not meaning to sound so rude, but what was I supposed to do? I’ve dreamed about this moment ever since we broke up and now it has come and I’m rude...good going Y/N. “Yeah, I guess. I haven’t really needed them until now, so I guess that’s why I just remembered now,” he explained, barely being able to get the words out. He took great notice that you looked extremely sleep deprived. He realized that your hair was a mess and you were wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt. He also noticed that you looked extremely beautiful to him and he had to use every ounce of self control in his body to not just grab you and kiss you and tell you that he was sorry and that he needed you. You motioned for him to come in, not trusting your voice at all. He walked with you to your room, so that he could get his stuff, even though you still didn’t know what it is that he came for. You watched as he opened your closet picking up his charger that you didn’t realize was in there and a watch that you hadn’t even known he had let alone it being in your house. “I think this is it,” he said, a twinge of sadness in his voice. “Wait...one more thing…,” you said, your heart aching with every step that you took towards your dresser. You opened the top most drawer and pulled out a navy blue v-neck that Theo had given you, since he loved seeing you in his clothes. You twiddled the fabric between your fingers, a nervous habit you picked up a while ago. As you turned around, so that Theo could now see what you were holding he immediately started shaking his head. “No. I gave that to you...it’s yours,” he said, with complete seriousness. “Well, you gave it to me out of love...I think it is just inappropriate to keep it now…,” I explained, swallowing the lump in my throat and holding back, the tears that are springing to my eyes. Theo was flabbergasted. How could you think that he didn’t love you? How could you think that he could wipe away his feelings for you in such a short amount of time? He just looked at you...mouth agape in pure wondering. “What did you say,” he asked, astonished.

Repairing

“Nothing. It’s not important. Will you just take the shirt,” you asked, trying to hand it to him, knowing if you talked with him much longer you might burst into flames. “You think I don’t love you Y/N,” he asked, truly confused. “How could I not love you? How could I not fall at your feet? How could I not want you...need you? How could you even think that,” he stated, taking a step towards you. “Well, let’s start with me taking Scott’s side, knowing he is your enemy. Then, let’s move on to me picking out your biggest insecurity. And last but not least, calling you a monster would totally get me on the unlovable level,” I said, letting a tear slip down my cheek from reliving the worst night of my life yet again. “Princess...I could never stop loving you...ever. I’ve tried, but to no avail. You are my world. My reason to get up in the morning. You, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, are everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. Please never question my love for you. Even when we are apart I will still love you...no matter what. You could hate me and hit me and try to kill me and I would still love you. That will never change trust me…,” He said, taking multiple steps towards me in the process and holding my smaller hands in his larger ones. I was speechless. I knew that Theo loved me before and I knew he was sincere about it, but that was so much more than an “I love you”. His heartfelt confession made my head spin and my heart swell and tears pour down my cheeks. This was it...this is what I have been waiting for...we were finally repairing…

Whole

As the tears rolled down my cheeks, Theo comforted me by walking us over to my bed, sitting us down, and placing me on his lap. He knew that most of my tears were from his confession, but some of them were also from the hell that I went through when we were apart. I was overwhelmed to say the least. I went from losing Theo within an hours worth of an argument, missing him for 3 weeks, and getting him back within a matter of minutes. To say my mind was going insane was an understatement. Of course I was elated, but all of the feelings that I have been keeping to myself these past few weeks just flowed out onto Theo’s favorite shirt, but he obviously didn’t care...just happy to hold me again. Pretty soon I started feeling droplets on my skin. I looked up from my cry fest to look at Theo and he was crying too...Theo...crying...mind blown even more! So, I straddled his waist, tucked my arms around him so that my head was in the crook of his neck and his in mine. And we cried...we...just...cried. No more words needed to be spoken. I could feel his broken heart being mended by my touch and he sure as hell was mending mine. At least twenty minutes had went by of us just sitting there, enjoying the touch that we had been lacking over our breakup. Once we were done with our mini cry party, I ran my fingers through Theo’s hair and he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I got off of his lap and pulled him under my covers with me and he cuddled me to sleep. I fit perfectly in his arms just like before..nothing really changed. Now that he was here, life felt complete again, my heart wasn’t dying anymore, and we were whole…

Us

In the morning, I woke to an empty bed...cold...alone… I got scared. “Was I dreaming? Did Theo never come last night? Am I losing my damn mind?” All valid thoughts that went through my head. I instantly started bumming out. Here I was waking up with a smile on my face expecting my love to be laying next to me this morning and it was just a dream. I soon caught a scent coming from the kitchen. Assuming that it was my mom home early a went to the kitchen to see what she was making for me. “Maybe this will make me feel better.” What I was greeted with when I got there was way better than what I expected. There Theo was making eggs and bacon for me. With no shirt on might I add ;). He must have heard my heartbeat because he started speaking to me without turning around. “Sorry that I wasn’t there when you woke up. I heard your heartbeat accelerate and felt your chemo signals go crazy when you woke up thinking I wasn’t there. I didn’t mean to scare you, but I thought I would make you breakfast since it’s been awhile,” he said, rushing things out of his mouth to form a good explanation. “It’s okay. I just got worried is all...no biggie…,” I said. It was awkward, which was new. I think we were both pretty nervous about everything that happened last night, but I know that my main worry was what we were now. I didn’t know if he wanted to get back together and that terrified me. He must have sensed my fear because he turned around, cupped my cheeks in his large hands, and kissed me with so much love and reassurance that it made my head spin and my stomach turn. Once we pulled away he made sure to throw in his cocky smirk when saying, “I’m going to marry you one day my love, which means that even if you don’t want me back you are taking me back anyways even if it is beyond your free will.” We both giggled as he pulled me in for another kiss. “You know Raeken I can’t remember a time where anything surrounding you was  my own free will. There was that whole falling in love with you thing that really wasn’t my choice and the recklessness as well, so I’m used to it by now. Don’t worry though, you’re not that big of a burden,” I said, with clear sarcasm that made him roll his eyes and laugh while leaning in for another kiss. And just like that we were back from perfect to broken to confused to fixed we are what we are. We are complicated and stupid and heart wrenching and so in love that sometimes it even makes me sick to think about, but we were us...

Hope you liked it :)!!!!!

[tobeflyhaikyuu]

Another soulmate one cuz why not. How about the telepathy with Iwaoi?

“Anything for you. Also you request the best combinations how

Oikawa knew damn well his soulmate was his best friend, the person he’s known practically since he was born. But as far as he knew, Iwaizumi didn’t know Oikawa was his, which at times made him feel awful. 

Iwaizumi was all sweet when they communicated telepathically but when they meet in real life he was… well he was Iwaizumi. Oikawa knew Iwaizumi liked him, both sides of him. The one he knew personally since their were kids, and the one he knew from telepathy. He just wasn’t sure if they were the same kind of like. 

Oikawa thought Iwaizumi was in love with the person he knew telepathically and liked the person met everyday as just a friend. And it was hard to live like that. Sure, he thought of telling him, just about thirty times a day. He always gave up in the end. As far as Iwaizumi was concerned, he loved a telepathic conversation and not Oikawa.

“Tooru, we have volleyball practice now, c’mon.” Iwaizumi dragged Oikawa out of his chair.

“Iwa-chan!” He chanted. “Always looking out for me.”

“Shut up, bastard.” Iwaizumi pretended not to smile, it was enough to get Oikawa through volleyball practive.

Which he loved. He did. But his knee? Not so much. After since his injury, playing had become a bit harder.

“What are you doing now?” He suddenly heard Iwaizumi inside his head.

“I’m with a friend, we’re leaving school right now.” He half lied. “And you?”

“Dragging my idiot friend to volleyball practice.”  Iwaizumi replied right at the same time he let go of Oikawa and he, not paying attention to the way, bumped into a wall.

“Iwa-chan, that hurt!” Oikawa cried.

Both things hurt. Iwaizumi calling him his idiot friend and getting his face smacked by a wall.

“Pay attention to the way, Tooru!” His soulmate warned. “I can’t do everything for you.”

“I know.” He massaged his own face.

“Did something happen?” He asked.

“My friend managed to hit a wall.” Iwaizumi explained. “He can be such an air head some times, I worry about the guy.”

“Awwww!” Oikawa accidently let it slip but Iwaizumi interpreted as him as him complaining of pain.

“Once we get to the gymnasium I’ll get you some ice.” He reasurred. “But we’re already late so let’s go!”

He started dragging Oikawa again. Like promised, Iwaizumi got Oikawa a small bag of ice so he could put on his face. While everyone else started training, Oikawa had to wait till his face didn’t sore anymore. He thought he should talk to Iwaizumi while he waited.

“How’s practice going?”

“Wonderful!” Iwaizumi replied as he spiked a ball. “I do wish our normal setter was playing thought. He really hurt his face in that wall.”

“So you’re friend is a setter?” Oikawa played dumb.

“One of the best I know.” Iwaizumi answered. “But never tell him I said that! He’d get all cocky and condescending.”

“Oh c’mon, now would he really?”

“Trust me, he would.” Iwaizumi laughed, it killed Oikawa that he could even hear him laughing with this telepathy thing. “He does have the right though, I just can’t deal with him for too long when he gets like that.”

“Sounds like he’s really troublesome.” It hurt Oikawa’s pride to talk about himself like that.

“He is. And what are you doing now?”

“I’m just at home, watching a movie.”

“What movie?”

Oikawa stopped to look at his soulmate and at how happy he seemed to be playing. It was something he could watch for all eternity.

“Chick flick stuff. I do love romances.”

“Very brave of you to admit that.”

“To be honest, I feel like I can admit anything to you.” Except for who I really am… Oikawa thought. “You’re my safe space. I guess that’s why they call it soulmates.”

“Is the chick flick movie making you emotional?”

“Just a bit. I am a romantic by natural after all.”

“I’ll have to trust you on that one. I’m here just hoping you’ll be as romantic with me once we actually meet.”

“Oh it’s a promise.” Oikawa’s heart hurt a little bit. “You’ll be the only human ever to receive every ounce of romance I have in me.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that.” Oikawa could see Iwaizumi’s smirk from where he sat. It was one of the most beautiful things. 

“I promise to deliver.”

Oikawa finally stood up and went to his coach. “I think I can play now.”

“You sure?” The coach asked. “Don’t exert yourself too much, Tooru.”

“I’m completely sure.” Oikawa managed a smile.

His coach smiled back and nodded in the direction of the court, meaning he was giving permission for Oikawa to join in.

“You suddenly went quiet.” Oikawa teased as he crossed the lines painted on the floor.

“You can’t expect me to have a comeback for those type of comments.” Iwaizumi replied. Oikawa could see him blushing.

“And why not?”

“All better?” Iwaizumi asked him in real life.

“All better, Iwa-chan.” He smiled. 

“Then let’s go!” He patted Oikawa in the back.

“I’m not smooth like you.”

He called me smooth! Oikawa was swooning.

Practice after that went like it normally would. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Iwaizumi and Oikawa would exchange a few telepathic conversations like usual. Once it was all over, Oikawa felt unecessarily tired. He spend half of the time sitting on the bench, why did he feel so bad?

He breathed in and out multiple times, a tick Iwaizumi had taught him. It did make him feel a bit better.

“I’m going home, Tooru.” He said goobye. 

“See you later, Iwa-chan.” 

“I’m going home now. Practice was amazing as usual. You’re still watching chick flicks?”

“Don’t you know me so well?”

Oikawa started walking to his own house. Next day was Saturday, he’d have a bit of peace from now till Monday morning. That was good, he could use some peace.

“Haven’t you left your house at all today?”

“In the morning, for school. That’s all I allow myself these days.” Oh, how Oikawa wished that were true.

They talked all the way to Oikawa’s house and then until both of them went to sleep. Iwaizumi went to sleep first, Oikawa could tell by the silence that creeped close to 11 pm. 

The next day, Oikawa woke up pretty early because of the doorbell ringing. 

“Mom!” He called. “Mom!”

He didn’t get an answer. Of course, he forgot his mom worked on Saturdays. It wasn’t as uncommon as one’d think. 

He dragged himself out of bed and opened the door to find Iwaizumi there.

“Iwa-chaaaa” He yawned. “What are you doing here?”

“Just tell me, Tooru.” He said. “Just freaking tell me.”

“Tell you what, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa was genuienly confused.

“That you are my soulmate, you bastard!” Right then, Oikawa felt his heart suddenly stopped beating. “We’re best friends since forever, did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

“B-But you…” Oikawa stammered. “I-I… You’re okay with this?”

That was all the confirmation Iwaizumi needed. Oikawa barely registered when his lips where on his own. The kiss must’ve lasted no more than 6 seconds but in Oikawa’s world that was the equivalent of a whole day. This was all he ever wanted and it was just happening, right then and there.

“I love you, Tooru.” Iwaizumi was in his head this time. “I’ve always had, you bastard.”

Oikawa felt like crying. His heart was so happy, beating again, but at risk of exploding from so many good feelings at once. Most feelings he couldn’t even name. But he was just plain happy. 

“I love you too, Hajime.” This time, Oikawa inciated the kiss. 

[frvddiemercury]

you should talk about aza, tell us about him! you and leia have this ship with cool muses, they both seem so well developed and stuff. i'd love to hear about him!

HOH my god this is So cute? yes dude. i want 2 write about meme son, i NEVER get to -- i wish ppl wud send me memes n stuff but they DONT so this is super cCute im cryin okay so aza...... i chanegd his fc and im not disclosing who is #fc is but hes an italian Prince. hes a little CUtie pie (his appearance has been slightly altered from that of the actual fc, hes skinnier n stuff .. and like, Blonde. originally he was zayn, and then his fc was changed, and now he doesnt even rly have a fc because he looks so different from what his fc actually IS if that makes sense. if you recall border days it was zayn but hes changed since then, hes someone else now because i wanted him to have italian heritage and obviously zayn doesnt and i aint about that ethnicity erasure u know? NOT CUTE. morals over aesthetics - i changed his fc but then changed his characteristics anyway so now all he shares is facial features nd ethnicity with said fc) and hes just so >? beautiful. anywya so he was born in 1996 making him almost 21 ... n a #BABY and basically he grew up in newcastle, england w/ five sisters n his Mom n dad. his dad comes from italian heritage and takes it VERY seriously so he speaks fluent italian n Basically, his accent is so cute because hes a geordie which is the CUtest accent ever in the world. Go od bye. anyway so his father is called nero n hes a rich af businessman but also a DAD like hes a super n*ce dad. like he raised his children Perfectly, he was a Family Man !! and aza always had everythin he ever wanted , his Mom is lowkey a golddigger but shes pretty n she was Kind of a good mom ig?? but nero kept the family together n loves his wife n kids more than Anything (: and anyway so ya.. he moved to the USA when he was 6teen to be with his aunt n uncle to pursue a music career because hes SO talented like his Voice is from the Gods. and he got signed and like is so famous Now hes a #star but hes so god damn humble and just luvs memes - hes sosososo pure. hes a #dog dad to little hades aka a black pug who is the richest pug in the world ?? and hes lactose intolerant and so Dramatic about it. when he was a teen he got into cocaine which was bad.. BAD . bad as fuck. so yea he got hooked n like struggles w it a lot even now ?? but he was rich as fuck when he got hooked so never had to steal for it or anything but he genuienly fucked everything up and like,,, has Long term damages because he was so so so addicted like he lost his friends and his family because he was just so reckless with it?? and of course he’s married to Grey who is a businessman , and he’s 27 so he’s a bit older n wiser but grey has #issues and depends entirely on aza for everything - aza is a housewife. he cooks n cleans n does everythin for grey but grey is very controlling honestly, aza and him fight all the time because grey is just always wanting to know where he is and what hes doing and its not okay. so ya they fight a lot BUT all in all aza is a cute.... baby... angel. he luvs memes, hes italian and british and blonde and he has lil freckles and glasses and he lkes to draw , and also he likes to watch superhero movies and sing and play the piano and bAKE. his fav movie is shrek and his fav superhero is deadpool and his fav food is cereal and his fav drink is mango juice but sometimes milkshakes BUT he has to have dairy free which he hates but hes so allergic to dairy god Damn it?? and he sings like an angel n is a huge popstar. he luvs his dog.. he luvs his fam.. he shouts in italian and has super cute dress sense. hes tiny.. hes a mere BABY. and hes just so fvking pure i love him so much.