#late night asks w mia

[suugarbabe]

getting high w theo😼

mmmm yes yes yes yes lets divulge shall we? 😌

getting high with theo is a special thing because at first he was very resistant.

a lot of "cara mia, amore, you can't, s'very bad for your lungs"

but you'd whine that pretty whine that really get's Theo going

"pretty please teddy, just one hit?"

and reluctantly he lets you, both shocked and turned on at how well you take it

"have you done this before, amore?"

you'd smile a smirking tight lipped grin and a little shrug of your shoulders?

"I never said I haven't, Teddy, just that I haven't with you."

and thus your little smoking get-a-ways began

meeting late at night in the astronomy tower

Theo would roll while you talked the gossip of the day

and then you would sit side by side

feet dangling while leaning against the railing

head rested on his shoulder as you pass the spliff back and forth

and the sex?

merlin, when you're both high it's like everything intensifies tenfold

every nerve ending on fire

like you feel him deeper

"fuck me, cara mia, you sound so fucking pretty"

every orgasm was like you were levatating

so every time you asked Theo if you could join him

he never denied it

[iluvmorales]

12:15am , E-42 Miles

Summary Miles just really needs his lover

a/n none

warnings mentions of threats, near death experience, death, trauma (?) angst w love/fluff

‘come over’

Was all the text read, sent at 12:15. Miles had a tendency of getting home late from his job, but when it was past 11, it usually meant something went wrong.

It didn’t even take a minute for you to grab your coat, throw on the hood and head out the door. You took the elevator down and took a late night cab to the place, seeing as how it was dangerous for a girl to walk the streets at night since they could, and most likely would fall victim to lots of crimes.

You tipped the driver, before stepping out infront of the building only for Mrs. Morales to open the door and let you in with a smile, but worried expression on her face.

“Hola mija..” you smiled at her softly; “Hola, ¿El está bien?” You asked, not speaking too loudly. She just shook her head; “Yo no sé mija, he just- won’t talk to me” she sounded worried as she lead you up the stairs and into their apartment.

“Talk to him, por favor Mija” she held one of your hands between both of hers, with a pleading look in her eyes. “Of course” you placed yours on top of hers squeezing before turning to go into miles’ room.

You didn’t even knock, simply opening the door and closing it behind you. The room was pitch black, the only light coming from the moon as this side of town was always dark. “Miles?” You whispered, trying your best to find his figure.

Then you heard rustling in the bed, and miles peaked his head out. “Vida mia,..¿Que paso?” You cooed, making your way to the bed and sitting next to him.

He only turned to face you, tired eyes boring into yours. “Nada..pero I just really need you right now” he mumbled, arms snaking around you and pulling you closer so that his face was now in your lap.

Your heart pounded, but ached at the sight of how exhausted he looked. You lightly tapped him making motions for him to sit up, to which he did, slowly. He gave you a questioning hm, his eyes still giving you that same look.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you’re worrying us all. At least tell me something, anything” your hands on his neck and cheek, caressing him as if he’d break.

He sighed and closed his eyes; he swallowed the lump in his throat thinking about the situation earlier that night. “They..almost had me today” You could hear the pain in his voice, and the way his face twisted when he thought about it.

You wrapped your arms around him, legs now sprawled out across the bed as you pulled him in. “Oh miles..” was all you could get out, holding him so tightly. He almost died today, and it was a possibility it could happen again. “just the thought of loosing you..fuck” you squeezed him, tears threatening to spill.

His arms were now hooked under yours, holding you. “I’m sorry mamí” was all he could mumble, a tear now falling down his cheek.

“It’s not your fault miles, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you” you loosened your grip, rubbing circles on his back, and one hand coming up to wipe the tear from his face.

It was rare miles let you treat him like this, ever since his father passed he believed it was his job to provide and protect, take the role of “the man of the house”. He forced himself to grow up faster.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay” you mumbled, placing a kiss at the top of his braids. You both laid there staring at the night sky from his window.

Miles enjoyed the feeling of being held and comforted, being cared for. But he knows sooner or later he’d go back to the role he played, and have to tell you the truth.

the truth being how they held him at gunpoint, retrained, then threatened to kill you if he ever, stepped out of line again.

[taintandviolent]

Baby, it's cold outside ; Oz Cobb x Reader

summary: It's Christmas Eve in Gotham City, and it's bitterly cold, but you're warm up in Oz's penthouse. When he comes home from an event, you're waiting, wrapped up like a little present.

word count & w a r n i n g s: K | older man/younger woman, established relationship, making out, shameless smut, unprotected sex, foreplay in a Santa outfit, santa kink????, christmas themes, very inappropriate use of christmas puns/phrases/themes, fingering (female receiving), festive dirty talk, praise kink, very brief and light bondage, .

a/n: requested by a few anons! I hope it satisfies your festive whore needs for this man!!! not beta read and kinda rushed, but such is life. I wanted to get this out before Christmas Eve. Also speaking of Eve's.... Eve is... MIA I don't know, it's a plot hole, it didn't work out between them, yada yada, but she's not apart of this. all in the name of spice / reader's benefit! banners by @/strangergraphics!

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Gotham had been hit by a massive blizzard, but you weren’t complaining. It was Christmas Eve, and the snow was welcomed. At least by you, who didn’t have to be out in it. Big, fluffy flakes drifted down from the clouds, and you had a perfect view of the snow-covered city from the large windows. With the music that you’d put on, it felt altogether very Christmas-y.

You were enjoying the snow by yourself for the time being. Oz had left late that afternoon in a Santa suit. Some favor he had to do – couldn’t get out of it. The way he bristled every time you brought it up told you not to ask for too much information.

Christmas was really important to Oz – you assumed it was a favored holiday of his mother’s or something. Which was unsurprising. Everything, in some way, rooted back to his mother. You had come to terms with that, and accepted it. Played into it, even. 

He was insistent on a tree. A big one.

By the first of December, he had a massive one picked out for the living room, and a smaller (but still substantial) one for his mother’s room and had them delivered to the penthouse. You two decorated the big one that night, with cocktails and music. As with everything in his life, Oz was particular about decorating. After a few drinks, you could admit, your tree decorating skills were lacking. You’d lazily hang them in clusters, and Oz would fuss after you, rearranging it until it looked like it had fallen out of a magazine. 

But tonight, the tree was perfect. You crouched down in front of it, flicking a particularly ample bow atop a package. It wobbled and glittered, catching the twinkling lights above it. Most of the presents were yours – you knew this. Every time you turned around, it seemed there were another two tucked under the tree. 

“Doll?” 

Oz’s gruff voice comes from the hallway, echoing against the walls. Your head snaps up, and you straighten, pushing yourself off of your knees – you hadn’t heard him come in. You wrap the fluffy white robe tighter around your body, making sure that it isn’t revealing anything of your surprise. You’d been in the lingerie for a few hours, not knowing when he’d get home.

He rounds the corner, lumbering in with the signature gait that you’ve come to love. Though he’s ditched the hat and beard, he’s still in the classic red and white suit. It suits his stature and you screw your lips up in an amused smile, trying not to laugh at how miserable he looks. Like an excited child, you gallop over, pressing your hands against the plush suit. You trace circles in the fabric and look up at him with your doe eyes and pouting lips. 

“Ohohoh, Santa,” you coo, playfully. “You’re early.” 

Seeming embarrassed, Oz pulls your hand off his chest, holding it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. A small kiss is placed upon your knuckles before he finally speaks. “Ah, cut it out. Lemme’ get outta’ this fuckin’ thing and I’ll –” 

“Ozzy…” You back up, your hands falling to the tie of your robe. “You know, it’s customary to open a present on Christmas Eve.” 

He stops, mid-turn, and squints at you. He knows you well enough to know that mischievous glimmer in your eyes ain’t going away.

“So, open this one.” 

In a fluid motion, you untie the sash and shrug the robe off your shoulders. It falls to the floor, revealing your festive lingerie that you’d picked out weeks ago. You watch Oz’s eyes light up as he takes in the visual in front of him, starting at your feet, which are covered in a pair of red nylons, thigh highs. His gaze travels upwards, pausing to savor the look of the garters stretching over your lush thighs. Your bare stomach tenses at his gaze, before finally, he gets to the bra; a giant red bow that conceals the majority of your ample breasts. He can’t see it, but your nipples harden under the fabric, a reaction to the chill of the room and the heavy weight of his gaze. 

“Fuck…” He shifts, turning back around to face you fully. 

“But I dunno’.... Only good boys get their presents.” 

The words hit him like a ton of bricks. Oz swallows hard and licks his lips. He jerks his head to the side and lets out a breathy laugh, before holding his hands out.  

“Baby, who is dressed like fuckin’ Santa here? I think I’m the one that gets to decide who is naughty or nice, huh?” 

Your fingers toy with the edge of the bra’s bow, teasingly. “Hmm. Well, we all know that I’ve been a good girl this year.” 

“Yeah,” he says, limping over to you. His hands ghost over your nearly bare hips. “Yeah, you fuckin’ have.” 

You look down at his hands, then shoot your gaze back up to his brown eyes. Languidly, you grab his hand, bringing it to your lips to graze your teeth over the pads. Oz shifts his shoulder, trying to fend off the oncoming erection, no doubt. Something about pitching a tent in a Santa suit feels immoral, but you clearly ain’t on his side on this one. 

 “Don’t I get to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what I want? Huh?” 

You drop your hands, pulling his with them and tugging him towards the velvet sofa. It faces the windows and the tree, which is an incredibly picturesque and romantic background to fuck to, you think. You yank a little harder, though he’s standing stiff, watching you with hesitant eyes. 

“C’mon Ozzy….. C’mooooon.”

Finally, he concedes to your pulling and follows you to the couch, allowing you to guide him to the middle cushion. With a sharp shove, you push him backwards. He hits the couch with a grunt and looks up at you with those big cow eyes of his  – the ones that you can’t resist, no matter what you do. 

He licks his lips again. “What is this, huh?” 

You tap his nose and bend at the waist to stroke his plush-covered thighs. He’s being good; his red trousers aren’t straining yet. You frown playfully, making sure he sees your pitiful little pout. “Where’s your Christmas spirit, hmm?” 

Your hands continue their trailing up to his groin, and one hand palms his cock outside of his pants. Oz shifts his hips backwards at the sudden contact, and he hisses through his teeth.

“Movin’ your way down the list, sweetheart.” 

“Me?” You gasp. It’s a gentle, girlish sound and you feign shock. Your hand grips his cock a little tighter. “I’m the best girl in the world. I’d never be on the naughty list.” 

He chuckles low and looks down at himself. He feels the telltale heat rushing down between his legs, and it won’t be long before the fabric fights against his hardening length. “I dunno’...”

Your hand abandons its post and moves up to his wide stomach, where you quickly unbuckle the large black belt, sliding it through the loops. You throw it around his neck and pull him forward until his nose bumps into your cheek, and his lips meet yours. You kiss him long and hard, tasting him and whatever alcohol was leftover from the event. 

All at once, Oz lets out a deep groan, and reaches up to pull you into his lap. “C’mon, sweetheart. Sit on Santa’s lap, then.” 

You titter happily, and replace the belt with your arms. One knee at a time, you straddle him and lower yourself down. He doesn’t bother putting on a Santa-esque accent when he asks you what you want for Christmas this year, but does throw in a teasing ‘little girl’. 

You hum and raise your eyes to the tall ceilings, thinking. “Well let’s see… should I play Santa Baby for you? Been an awful good girl…” 

“Why don’t you tell me what you really want?” 

Your gaze falls heavy to his, and you smirk, leaning forward. You position your lips next to his ear and whisper a string of festively phrased, lewd desires that make his lips quirk up in a pleased smirk. 

“Stuff your stocking, huh?” he repeats. 

You nod and as if to punctuate your sentence, you grind your hips against his lap and take note of the stiffness that’s there now. A pleased smirk contorts your lips as you look below your bodies. Amidst all the red fabric, there’s a distinct outline, the fabric tenting as his cock swells from all of your teasing. 

You push yourself up on your knees. As you grip the sides of your panties, you lean forward to tug them over the curve of your ass. The position puts your bow-clad cleavage in Oz’s face and he snags the opportunity to kiss the tops of your breasts. “Mm-mm…” 

You pull them down your thighs, until they rest in the crook of your knees. Oz wastes no time in bringing one of his hands up to her. His fingers stroke her delicately, admiring every inch of her, watching as your hips buck and jerk when he nears the already slick slit. 

“This all for me?” 

“Baby, it’s always all for you. ‘Cause you’re always so good, aren’t you, Ozzy?”  

Between your legs, you feel his hips rise instinctively. He’s hard now, and the tip of his middle finger glides between your folds. You whimper and grip his broad shoulder tight, digging your perfectly manicured nails into the fabric. 

As an afterthought, you bring both hands down to his chest. Fluidly, you slip both hands underneath the jacket, and push it over his shoulders, revealing the white shirt underneath. He’s got his suspenders on, which you immediately tug on. You find them incredibly sexy, something that while he never understood, he appreciates. 

His finger plunges into your warm, wet cunt and sets there a moment, just feeling her.You clench around him, and he pulls out, replacing it with two. The girth of his two fingers is always so satisfying, filling you as he pumps in and out. 

His tongue juts out, mere centimeters from your center. He’s not close enough to taste her, but god he wants to. You can tell; the way he licks his lips repeatedly, his eyes locked on his fingers as they slip repeatedly from your slick cunt. She clenches around his thick digits while you moan above him, resting your cheek on the side of his head.

Finally, after a few more pumps, he withdraws his fingers and you immediately reel back, disappointed. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs around them. 

The visual has you leaking and clenching around nothing. You long for the filled feeling again, and wiggle your hips to remind him. You reach behind your back, and unclip the bra, letting your tits fall free. “Ozzy, don’t stop…” 

Without another word, Oz lifts you up with both hands, and sets you down on the sofa next to him. Using the arm of the chair, he pushes himself up and turns to face you. Slipping your hands over the silky velvet, you flip over and push your ass up into the air. He makes a fist around your panties and tugs them down over your ankles. He flings them towards the tree, and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle when they catch on a branch, hanging there as one of the most lewd decorations you’ve ever seen. 

Oz pulls your attention back, taking a fistful of your exposed ass. “This pussy is the best fuckin’ present, sweetheart. There ain’t nothin’ I want more than this….” 

You let out a humiliating whine as he toys with her from behind, his fingers sweeping over your entrance. His thumb catches the side of her, and he pulls her apart, exposing the slick, glistening flesh. 

“Shit, baby… fuckin’ soakin’ wet.” 

He pulls the suspenders off his shoulders, and kicks the trousers down. It’s a bit of struggle to get his briefs down, but he finally does it, and grunts, shuffling closer to you and hoisting his good leg up onto the sofa behind you. 

Taking himself in one hand while still holding you open with the other, Oz slips his fat tip inside. It’s enough to make you whimper, desperately, but you know the moans will come as soon as he plunges himself inside. Though Oz loves every position, he particularly likes taking you from behind. He loves watching as he disappears into you, your dripping cunt swallowing him whole with every thrust. 

“Fuck me, Ozzy… fuck me, please, baby…” 

“Heh, don’t gotta’ ask me twice.” he replies, before pushing himself a little further in. His thick cock stretches you wide and you arch your back up, unable to contain the moans that tumble from your mouth. 

“That’s it… mhm…. Just like that - fuck!” 

Your hips meet him halfway, and Oz sinks himself all the way in, fucking into you hard with an immediate rhythm. Your stomach tightens with the waves of pleasure, your hands gripping the side of the sofa hard. 

“Oh my god, oh my g— You’re… you’re so fuckin’ good, Oz. You’re so fuckin’ good, oh my god. N-nobody’s better than you, baby…” 

Though Oz usually fucks you speechless, you’ve gotten in the habit of verbally praising him. If you don’t, he’ll ask for it anyway. It’s something that deeply arouses him, and makes him fuck you all the harder. Which he does. He groans and ruts his hips against your ass, filling the room with the slapping of your bodies as they collide. Silently, you’re glad for the music, which disguises some of the erotic sounds. 

“How’s that dick feel, huh? Tell me it’s good.”

You nod, your mouth dry from breathing so hard. “It’s so good. Big, thick cock feels s-so….” Your sentence is shattered by a string of high-pitched moans, but you quickly regain composure and finish it off. “...good!”

He continues humping your ass, driving himself as far in as he can. The head of his cock repeatedly hits the deepest part of your core, and your eyes roll back in your head. You only need a few more moments of his relentless bullying before your cunt flutters around him, glazing him in warm slick. The dizzying high of the orgasm wraps its hands around your head, forcing it to fall heavy onto the sofa.

The sensation sends Oz over the edge – and he’s genuinely surprised he’s lasted this long. He tenses, his hips lose their rhythm as he shudders over you, bucking and stammering words of pleasure. His release coats his cock as he pulls out of you. 

“God damn,” he pants.

You nod, smushing your face against the cushion. “Yeah. You really…” you swallow. “ Decked my halls.” 

Oz wants to tell you to knock it off, but all he can do is laugh. As he pulls himself from you, his gaze falls to an oblong present under the tree. It’s a necklace; diamonds, with a purple garnet and an amethyst dangling in the middle. Once he showers, he decides he’s gonna give it to you. 

“I’ll be back, doll. Don’t get dressed. I wanna see this present on ya’. Stay just like that.”

 So, you do. 

His cock was enough of a present, but you aren’t about to complain to a man like him. 

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part one.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 3,5k

warnings: smoking ⋆ assault! ⋆ gory!

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Stood up…again. That sickening and now very known feeling in the chest created another crack in your already shattered heart. You felt like a total fool. Why can’t you just get over the fact that maybe being a lover girl in this century wasn’t the right way to go. Oh, how much you wished to be more like your friend Mia. Just living in the moment, not worrying about the men and women you had in the past and only wondering who will be next.

Truth to the word is that love comes when you are least expecting it but you do overthink everything. Every occurrence with someone–hell even a stupid eye contact makes you think about the future you could have with a literal stranger. However you already set the bar low enough, it hit the ground a long time ago. Looks didn’t even matter anymore, if they just showed interest and knew how to act like a normal human being was enough for you. Your overthinking can do the rest but today it surely ‘did a good job’.

You met this guy just yesterday at the grocery shop, so romantic but you weren’t asked on a date like in forever so it was quite exciting. He wasn’t even that bad looking — short dirty blond hair, broad shoulders and fairly tall…The wandering eyes of his on your chubbier figure surely could be overlooked. It wasn’t like you hated your figure but seeing someone openly checking you out like that was a first and it made you feel wanted, so you went for it.

Well…it didn’t go as well as you thought it would as now you were sitting on a small bench in the middle of the night all by yourself. You shouldn’t have talk about him to your friend Mia, seeing that when you would talk about some potential love interest they would right after suddenly change their whole behavior, only leaving you feeling disappointed and embarrassed.

Date was at 6 p.m at this small Italian restaurant and by quarter to seven with no sight of your date and no text saying that he was running late, you learned that maybe your date was cancelled. At least the food and wine was good enough to hide your disappointment for awhile but after the third glass you felt like breaking down.

A 24 year old woman and no experience. Even the kids’ siblings you babysat had more experience with dating. You knew that by having no experience isn’t something to be ashamed of but you felt like you were missing out on life…

You took another drag of your cigarette, ignoring the coldness of the bench beneath you. You could at this point get a cat and become one of those rich cool aunts that traveled all around the world but reality hits you right there. No siblings, no parents and also being a hopeless romantic couldn’t help you become someone you knew you never will be.

You actually rarely felt sad about having no one from your own blood. As long as you could remember Mia was everything you had and needed and Mia’s parents gave you everything and more. You don’t even know how you became friends, all you knew was that you two have an unbreakable bond and couldn’t wish for anyone else.

You smiled at the thought of your friend. Maybe you don’t even need anyone but there was still a feeling like a piece of missing puzzle was somewhere out there to fulfill you. You shook your head and laughed at your own thought. Atleast no one was out at this hour, basking in the silence.

Seeing that you almost finished your cigarette, you stood up and dust of your white chiffon dress. If your friend saw you she would probably shoved that cancer stick right down your throat. You didn’t even smoked that much, a one cigarette after a while (a whole pack) can’t hurt nobody.

The starry night today was awfully pretty and made your attention shift to its dazzling beauty. Walking few steps, you leaned over the brick wall of of the bridge you walked your whole live on. This small stone bridge was built in Middle Ages and from that moment it connected the two sides of the town in one. Wrapping your lips around the cigarette, holding it between your pointer and index finger you watched as the smoke mixed in with the light fog of this cold spring evening.

Thanks to the alcohol, you didn’t even felt the cold seeping under the skirt of your dress that much. Last drag and then finally putting out the cigarette on the cold stone, you watched again how the smoke from your cherry colored lips danced through the night but suddenly your vision caught something way more interesting.

A man dressed in dark clothes was leaning against a stone railing few feet below her. You didn’t even know how you could see him because he was perfectly blending in with the darkness of the night. From where you were standing, you could make out that he had longer black hair, one side tuck behind his ear which was decorated by a small earring that twinkled in the moonlight. In his hands was a notebook, scribbling down something. You quickly learned that he was drawing the waters of the quiet river he softly lift his gaze to every now and then.

You lost yourself in his smooth movements and captivating beauty. Even by being far from this man, you could confidently say that he was one of the most beautiful creatures you have ever seen. His other hand caressed the paper like it was the soft skin of a lover, fingers decorated by multiple rings. You were in a trance, watching him draw, you could even hear the light scratching of his pencil against the page and then…a sudden movement of his makes your breath get stuck in your throat. As his gaze again went to the illuminated river, he suddenly tilted his head in your direction.

You were now met with a pair of blue eyes, so blindingly pale blue that seemed to look right through you. You were right…that man was beautiful. From his piercing eyes to his nose, strong jawline and perfect full red lips. He looked like an angel but by the look in his eyes, you felt like he was something completely different . He was dangerously beautiful.

Your heartbeat quickened as his glowing eyes slightly narrowed and then slowly trace over your features, just like yours did to him. You felt analyzed not only from the outside but also on the inside, almost waiting for his approval as he once again met your eyes in a burning stare that sent shivers down your spine. The look in his eyes changed. To what? You didn’t know but it made you feel uneasy.

His head turned suddenly to look behind him. Confused, you take a look in the same direction and after just a small moment of waiting, loud voices and laughter were heard as five men come up from the corner stumbling, they were certainly drunk. As you turn to glance back at the man, you were just openly gawking at you were only met with no one. It was like he wasn’t even there in the first place and you began thinking if maybe he was just fragment of your imagination after all.

Hearing and seeing the five men going closer, you decided to head back home. Turning on your heels, you began walking across the bridge to the other side. The streets were empty and it didn’t help that you lived quite far from where you were right now. A sudden feeling like you were being watched made you quickly look over your shoulder and learning that your were right about your theory.

Those same men were just few meters behind you and if you didn’t turn around, you wouldn’t know a thing because they suddenly became quiet, whispering to themself, their bickering blending into the light wind.

Your heart immediately sank, quickening your steps. ‘’Hey, you!’’ Echoes a voice from one of the men. You ignored it almost tripping from how fast you were now going. “Come on, pretty lady-‘’

Grabbing your bag in your hands, you fumble through it. “We just want to talk! And a girl shouldn’t be walking all alone in the middle of the night ya know..” Now the voices were too close to your liking. When you felt the pepper spray at the bottom of your bag, you grasped it and decided to do better and immediately take off running.

Your breathing become heavier as you heard sound of heavy footsteps from behind you. “Get back here!~” Today definitely couldn’t got any worse for you. Your ears ranged and legs screamed from your sudden burst of energy. Maybe this is a sign to work out more as you felt the irony taste in your mouth.

A sinister laughter echoed through the night making a small amount of tears well up in your eyes. You were too far from any house. Your feet hurt like hell and exhaustion slowly started to creep up to you, the cold air making you shiver as it kissed your reddened cheeks. Behind your blurry vision, you saw an open gate to a cemetery, quickly thinking of the risks you would have to make. It was dark and there was a chance hiding in the shadows…

Making a sharp turn to the left, you almost slipped through the open gate but a hand suddenly wrapped itself around your forearm tugging you to its owner. “Gotcha~” But before the man could finish, you turn your head away from him, spraying the contents of the pepper spray in to his eyes.

Screaming in pain, he let go of you, making you grasp the open side of the gate and smashing it into him making him tumble to the ground. You didn’t even look if there was a lock somewhere, seeing that the others weren’t that far from you and turning to run through the dark cemetery .

You tripped every step. You felt like one of those stupid girls in horror movies but it was so dark, you couldn’t see much of anything. When your line of vision caught a big gravestone, you cried up, there was no time to look for better hiding spot.

Falling onto your knees and squeezing yourself behind the big stone, you tried to calm down your racing heart and rigid breathing as it got eerily quiet. Pressing your upper back on the back of the gravestone, you pulled your legs up to your chest and prayed for your literal life. Your new dress was probably torn to shreds and dirty but you didn’t seem to care as your fear filled eyes stared into the darkness before you.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“She can’t be far.”

“Look over there and I will~”

A small quiet sob flew past your lips, making you cover your mouth with your hand. This couldn’t be happening right now. They should’ve lost interest by now. ‘God why me?’, you thought, pressing the palm of your hand painfully onto your lips.

You heard snapping of twigs quite far from you but you still didn’t have the courage and strength to take it as a chance to escape and run and there was still chance someone was near you as there were five of them. The moon shined from behind you, making shadows that seemed even more scarier now because of your situation. Maybe a ghost or something would be better than this.

As your gaze burned the ground below you an unexpected shadow appeared on the ground. Your heart immediately sank. “There you are, pretty girl.” Whispered the new comer, making you immediately spring to your feet into the opposite direction but you were only caught by arms of a second man.

“No!~” You screamed into the night accompanied with laughter by the others. Trashing in the arms of the man, you screamed for help more and more as your blurry vision caught the other three men making their way to you.

The grip that man had you in was bruising, making you cry out in pain. You can’t just stop fighting…so the next thing you did was stomping your foot down on to the man’s foot. You couldn’t be more happy of deciding the last minute to wear heels as his grip loosened when your heel pierced his foot. Shoving yourself away from him, you ran, dugging right under pairs of arms that tried to caught you but you still didn’t make it far.

One of them made you trip over your feet. Falling so unexpectedly, you didn’t even have time to register anything in the dark, making you fall head first on a corner of a gravestone. A small cry came from your, gripping your throbbing head in your hands as your ears rang. Feeling yourself being grabbed at made you a little bit wake up from the small unconsciousness, swinging your arms widely and trying to hit anything you could reach but they were only caught in a painful grip.

Crying loudly you tried to wiggle away as you felt yourself being laid back on to the cold ground. Two of them quickly catch your legs mid air as you tried to atleast kick one of them. “No please~” You plead, feeling so stupid for even trying as they only laughed at you.

The one left that wasn’t holding any of your limbs, loomed over you, looking like a predator looming over his helpless pray. It was the one you pepper sprayed. Watching him as he took out a switchblade knife from his pocket made you for a moment stop your loud crying. “Scream and I cut you.” He said while going to his knees right between your legs. This can’t be it…

“Fucking bitch.” He says dragging the knife up your leg lifting your skirt with the sharp point, making you trash around a little in hopes of being spared. Your head fell onto the ground. You didn’t want to look down and have chance of seeing your assaulters or even to the side and seeing his accomplices’ sickening grins. For a moment you could only feel the stars and moon looking down at you. Oh, how much you wished to be as far away as them right now, trying so hard to ignore the sound of belt unbuckling.

“What~” That unexpected question came from your side, making you look in wonder and immediately a scream gets stuck in your throat.

The first thing you saw was red. Blood so bright that even in the pitch darkness you could see it covering your dress and lower body. Your assaulter with the knife was now held by the head as their newcomer had their mouth attached to his neck, watching as warm, crimson blood flowed freely from where they were contacted. The unknown person growled that sound so animalistic that it made goosebumps rise on the back of your neck.

As the body of the man fell limply to the ground you could finally see your so called ‘hero’. Before you stood the same man you saw under the bridge. The one whose beauty struck you as a lightning but right now you felt everything but admiration towards this man. Another–new and now even more strong wave of fear run though you as you look upon him.

His beautiful icy blue eyes were now red, pulsing blue and purple veins underneath his lower eyelashes that went across his cheekbones and his lips painted from the blood of his victim, made him look nightmarish. The crimson liquid dripped from his lips down to his chin and chest, seeping into his expensive looking dress shirt. The moonshine lightened his slim silhouette and his wild look in his eyes made them all see what…who the real danger truly is.

Shaking out of your trance, you felt yourself being grabbed at not so strongly as before. One of those men that kept your legs down, spring at your savior. But as quickly as he stood up the creature of the night grabbed him harshly by his neck, pinning him down and baring his sharp teeth at him. You, seeing a way out, took it and you definitely weren’t alone as the now only three men took of running with you. You choose the left side with one of those men and the other two right and as you turn to look back at them, those same men were stopped as now they were met with someone new.

A shorter man with sandy blonde hair stood before them and you must say, he was equally as beautiful as the other one. You stood frozen in your spot as the stranger with cold, almost bored looking eyes shoved both of his hands into those two grown men’s chests like it was nothing. Loudly gasping, you shrieked as now the man held their hearts in the palms of his hands, their bodies now an empty box, falling by his feet. You didn’t know what to do other than watch, frozen in horror, so you didn’t even see coming the only one man left, pauncing at you and grabbing you swiftly from the back and pressing the cold knife to your throat.

“Don’t come near me you fucking freaks!” Yells the man in your ear, now having both of theirs attention. Even breathing made the knife cut lightly the delicate skin of your neck.

But by a blink of an eye you were free, immediately falling to the ground as your own legs gave up on you in the same moment. You heard a short scream, followed by the loud sound of bones snapping, making your skin crawl. Crawling desperately away, you stopped at a tree that now seemed like the most supporting thing in this situation as you curled yourself up next to it. You couldn’t run, you knew that would be stupid. You got yourself from a dangerous situation and now you were in even bigger one. Bringing your knees to your chest, you sobbed. Never have you felt so afraid and useless. There wasn’t even a chance…so you did the only think you could. Plead.

“Please, I won’t say anything…please~” You say not looking up.

One of them slowly walk up to you, stopping right before you. You held your breath, quieting your sobs for a moment and peeking from behind your fingers to look at the boots of the same man that ripped someone’s heart right from their chest just seconds ago. “What do you want to do with her?” Spoke the man, his voice so calm almost soothing but his question for sure didn’t made you feel more relaxed.

Breathing through your nose heavily, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to imagine yourself anywhere else. Response wasn’t heard as the man whose beauty you so admired walk up to his company.

If you would be watching you could’ve seen looks being exchange between them.

The sandy blonde haired man grabbed the other by his arm stopping him from going any further to you. “If Chan hears about this, I will make sure to throw you into the dungeons myself.” Only a small smirk was send back his way.

You felt your body go stiff as someone crunched down before you, softly bringing their hand to the side of your face. Their touch was cold as ice and if you weren’t already freezing you would surely jump away.

Their fingers softly traced your face, stopping at your chin and slowly lifting your head. The same blue eyes you saw from before were now staring right into yours, noticing the subtle ring of red around the iris. You felt yourself drowning again in his beauty and strangely your breathing calmed down. You and the man look upon each other for a moment. His cold touch felt more like burning but you didn’t have the heart to pull away as this was probably the softest touch you have ever felt. “Please…” You didn’t even know for what you were pleading anymore.

His other hand, the hand decorated with those beautiful rings went to the other side of your face, having no other choice but to look back into his alluring eyes. “You will forget everything that happened tonight.” He whispered, his voice velvety and delicious to your ears. “From the moment you saw me to this very moment and go home.”

Your tear filled eyes look into his, watching his pupils grow in size with his every word. Just as quickly as he said those words, he was gone by a blink of an eye. So was his company, even the bodies of your assaulters were nowhere left to be seen. You swallowed the lump in your throat, not wanting to spend anymore time at this creepy cemetery. You stoop up on your shaking legs, surprised seeing your bag sitting right by your feet. You forgot about even loosing it. Bending over and grabbing it, you walked the way home and recalling his words in your head again.

“Forget…” The only thing was that you didn’t, not knowing the consequences that will come because of it.

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Whiskey & Wildflowers

Chapter 4

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Dbf!Joel miller x f!reader

W/C: 5.4k

Summary: you tell Sarah about Joel and she reacts in a way you didn’t expect. Joel drives you home, and the two of you share a quiet but emotionally charged moment. The comfort of his presence helps ease your worries, and you find yourself leaning on him in ways you didn’t expect. The evening ends on a tender note, offering a sense of peace in the midst of all the tension and uncertainty.

Content warnings: emotional vulnerability, intimacy, grief, dependency,

“Quiet Confessions”

Joel stepped into his house early that morning, the door closing softly behind him. The faint sound of Sarah rustling in the kitchen greeted him. She glanced up when she saw him, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Where were you?” she asked, sipping her coffee. “I got home late, and you weren’t here.”

Joel hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he avoided her gaze for a moment. He cleared his throat before answering. “I was over at her place,” he said simply, his voice low.

Sarah tilted her head, curiosity and mild concern flashing across her face. “You spent the night?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, setting his keys down on the counter. “She’s not doin’ great, Sarah. Someone needed to be there.”

Sarah nodded slowly, her expression softening. “That’s good of you, Dad. She needs someone right now.”

Joel didn’t reply immediately, instead looking down as if weighing something heavier than the conversation at hand. “She does,” he murmured finally, almost to himself.

Sarah watched him for a moment longer, but didn’t press further. “Well, I’m glad she’s got you,” she said simply, before turning back to her coffee. Joel’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, though his thoughts were anything but settled.

———•

The morning light streamed through your window as you stirred, your body aching slightly from the intensity of yesterday. Every movement reminded you of Joel—the way his hands had gripped you, the weight of his body against yours, the way he had looked at you as though you were the only person in the world.

You stretched, feeling the soreness in your muscles, a dull reminder of the connection you shared. It was bittersweet—an ache that made you smile faintly despite yourself. The events played in your mind like a vivid dream, making your cheeks flush.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you wrapped a robe around your frame and headed to the kitchen, your body tired but your mind restless. The house was silent, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded the day before. And though you were alone, you couldn’t help but feel his lingering presence, as if a part of him had stayed behind.

You wondered if he felt the same, if he was thinking about you right now, replaying everything the way you were. A pang of longing hit you—along with the question that wouldn’t leave your mind: What happens now?

You thought about stopping by maybe to see Sarah as an excuse but really to see what Joel was up to. Thought about apologizing to Sarah for being so distant. You had shower and dressed up nice and headed over to Joel’s place. Knocked on the door and Sarah was there opening it shortly after

Sarah pulled you inside, her excitement bubbling over as she held onto you. “You’ve been MIA for too long,” she said, pulling back to get a better look at you. “We need to fatten you up! Come on, let’s eat.”

You smiled sheepishly, feeling a pang of guilt for having avoided her. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I’ve just… had a lot going on.”

“It’s okay, but don’t disappear on me again, alright?” she said firmly, her hand squeezing yours before pulling you toward the kitchen.

The smell of butter and cheese hit you before you even saw him, but the sight of Joel at the stove stopped you in your tracks. He was focused on the pan, flipping sandwiches with practiced ease. When his gaze lifted and met yours, his expression softened.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room faded away. His presence was grounding, yet electric, and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed under his gaze.

“Hi,” you replied softly, stepping closer but staying near Sarah, unsure how to navigate the tension building in the air.

Joel’s lips twitched into a faint smile before he turned back to the stove, but you noticed the way his shoulders tensed slightly.

Sarah, oblivious to the silent exchange, pulled out a chair for you at the table. “Sit! Let’s eat together. Dad’s grilled cheese is the best.”

You glanced at Joel as you sat down, your stomach fluttering as he plated the sandwiches and brought them over. As he set a plate in front of you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You need to eat, darlin’,” he said quietly, his tone firm but caring.

You nodded, feeling his concern and Sarah’s enthusiasm pulling you back into the moment. For the first time in weeks, you felt a sense of normalcy—though the undercurrent of unspoken feelings between you and Joel made everything feel far from ordinary.

As Joel set the last plate down, his hand lingered on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, but before you could say anything, he straightened up and stepped away.

“Gonna give you two some time to catch up,” he muttered, grabbing a half-full glass of whiskey from the counter on his way to the living room.

You watched him go, his broad frame disappearing around the corner. The sound of ice clinking in his glass followed, a subtle reminder of the tension still lingering in the air.

Sarah didn’t seem to notice, already digging into her grilled cheese with enthusiasm. “Dad’s got this down to a science,” she said between bites, gesturing toward your plate. “Eat up, girl. You need this.”

You smiled faintly, picking up your sandwich and taking a small bite. The buttery, cheesy goodness melted in your mouth, and for a moment, it felt comforting. But your thoughts kept drifting back to Joel—his distant yet heavy presence in the next room, the way his touch had lingered just a little too long.

“Seriously,” Sarah said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You’ve got to stop being a stranger. Dad and I’ve been worried about you.”

You nodded, swallowing your bite and offering her a small smile. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying.”

Sarah reached across the table to squeeze your hand. “That’s all that matters.”

From the living room, you could hear the faint sound of Joel shifting in his seat, the ice in his glass clinking again. You tried to focus on Sarah, but your mind kept wandering to the man just out of sight and the unspoken pull between you.

You hesitated, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. “Something happened with Joel yesterday, Sarah.”

Sarah froze mid-bite, her eyes widening slightly as she slowly set her sandwich down. “What do you mean ‘something happened’?” she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

Your stomach twisted as you avoided her gaze, suddenly unsure how to continue. “It’s… complicated,” you murmured, fidgeting with your hands.

Sarah leaned forward, her brows knitting together in concern. “Is everything okay? Did he say or do something to upset you?”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Nothing like that. He’s been—he’s been really supportive, but…”

“But what?” she pressed, her voice soft but insistent.

You swallowed hard, glancing toward the living room where Joel sat, the faint clink of his glass echoing in the quiet. “I don’t know how to explain it. There’s just… tension. And yesterday, it got… intense.”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed slightly, her concern deepening. “Intense how?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the weight of it all felt too heavy. Instead, you just shook your head again. “It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”

Sarah stared at you for a moment, clearly unconvinced. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, you know that, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, forcing a small smile. “I just need time to figure it out, that’s all.”

She nodded slowly, though the worry didn’t leave her face. “Alright. But if you need to talk, I’m here. And if my dad’s being… weird, let me know.”

You nodded back, grateful for her support but knowing this was something you couldn’t fully share—not yet. The tension between you and Joel was a secret that felt too fragile to expose, even to someone as close as Sarah.

Sarah’s fork clattered against her plate as she stared at you, her eyes wide with shock. “Don’t tell me you like… slept with him?”

Her words echoed in your head, and your heart sank into your stomach. You hesitated, your cheeks burning as the weight of her question settled between you.

“What if I did?” you whispered, barely audible, your voice trembling as you avoided her gaze.

Sarah’s jaw dropped slightly, and she leaned back in her chair, struggling to process what you’d just said. “Are you serious?” she finally asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and something you couldn’t quite place—hurt, maybe?

You bit your lip, nodding faintly as your hands fidgeted in your lap. “It just… happened,” you admitted, your voice still quiet.

She stared at you for what felt like an eternity, her expression shifting from shock to something softer, though still conflicted. “I mean, I knew he cared about you, but… this? How long has this been going on?”

“It’s not… it’s not like that,” you stammered. “It only happened once, and I—”

Sarah held up a hand, cutting you off. “Stop. I don’t need details.” She exhaled sharply, leaning forward to rub her temples. “This is so… weird.”

“I know,” you said quickly, your voice desperate. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I know it’s wrong, but…”

“But what?” she pressed, looking at you intently.

You swallowed hard, your eyes welling up with tears. “I think I might have feelings for him, Sarah.”

Her expression softened slightly at your confession, but she still looked conflicted. “This is so much to take in,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I don’t even know how to feel about this right now.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice breaking. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just… I don’t know what to do.”

Sarah sighed, leaning back in her chair again. “Look, I’m not mad at you,” she said finally. “But this is my dad we’re talking about. You need to figure out what you’re doing before this gets even more complicated.”

You nodded, wiping at your cheeks. “I will. I promise.”

Sarah took a deep breath, her fingers drumming on the table as she stared down at her plate. “I mean, I get that you’ve been through a lot lately. And I get that my dad’s been… there for you,” she said slowly, her voice steady but guarded. “But this? I don’t even know what to say.”

You nodded, your hands trembling slightly as you gripped the edge of the table. “I don’t expect you to understand,” you said softly. “I’m still trying to figure it out myself.”

“I’m not judging you,” Sarah said quickly, her gaze softening as she leaned forward. “I just… I didn’t see this coming. At all.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Does he… feel the same way?” she asked cautiously, her expression unreadable.

You hesitated, your mind flashing back to the moments you’d shared with Joel—the stolen glances, the way his touch lingered, the quiet vulnerability in his eyes. “I think he does,” you said finally, your voice uncertain. “But he’s been holding back. Probably because he knows how wrong this is.”

Sarah was silent for a long moment, her gaze fixed on the table as she processed everything. Finally, she looked up at you, her expression a mix of concern and resignation. “Look, I love you,” she said firmly. “You’re my best friend, and I want you to be happy. But this… this is complicated. And messy. And if you’re not careful, it could hurt a lot of people.”

“I know,” you said quickly, your heart sinking at the weight of her words. “I don’t want to ruin anything, especially not with you.”

Sarah nodded, her expression softening further. “Just… be careful, okay? My dad’s a good guy, but he’s also my dad. And you’re… you’re you. I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

“I’ll be careful,” you promised, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Thank you, Sarah. For understanding.”

She gave you a small, tentative smile, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. “Always,” she said softly. “Just… don’t make me regret it.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thick between you. Sarah glanced toward the living room, where Joel was still sitting, completely unaware of the conversation unfolding just a few feet away.

“I could be your new step-mom” you teased nudging her foot under the table

Sarah’s eyes widened at your comment, and she nearly choked on her drink. “Oh my god, don’t even joke about that!” she exclaimed, her face twisting between disbelief and reluctant amusement.

You grinned, nudging her foot under the table again. “What? I’d make a great step-mom. Imagine me bossing you around.”

She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Stop. I’m already traumatized enough by this whole situation, and now you’re adding that image to my brain.”

“Come on, Sarah,” you teased, leaning forward with a playful smirk. “Think about it. Sunday family dinners, me and Joel holding hands at the table…”

She glared at you through her fingers, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered.

“Ridiculously charming,” you shot back, leaning back in your chair with a laugh.

Sarah finally let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m even laughing at this. You’re the worst.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta lighten the mood,” you said, shrugging. “But seriously, I’m sorry for dropping all this on you.”

She sighed, her smile fading slightly but her tone still gentle. “I get it. It’s just… weird. But I guess if anyone could survive this level of awkwardness, it’s us.”

“True,” you said with a grin, grateful for her ability to keep things light despite the situation.

—

From the other room, you heard the faint sound of Joel clearing his throat, and you felt your cheeks heat up again. Sarah gave you a knowing look but said nothing, letting the moment hang in the air.

Joel walked into the kitchen, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the scene in front of him. Sarah immediately stiffened, her back straightening as if she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Everything okay in here?” Joel asked, his deep voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Yeah,” Sarah said quickly, her tone a little too bright. “Just catching up with her.” She gestured toward you, avoiding his gaze.

Joel’s eyes lingered on Sarah for a moment before shifting to you. His expression softened slightly, though there was still a guardedness in his demeanor. “Glad to see you out and about,” he muttered, his voice quieter now.

“Thanks,” you said, trying to sound casual even as your heart raced.

Joel walked over to the counter, refilling his glass of whiskey before turning back toward the two of you. Sarah’s discomfort was palpable, and you could feel the weight of her unspoken thoughts pressing down on the room.

“Well,” Joel said after a moment, breaking the silence, “don’t let me interrupt. Just wanted to grab this.” He raised his glass slightly, giving Sarah a quick nod before his gaze flicked to you again. “Good to see you, sweetheart.”

You nodded, swallowing hard as he turned and walked back toward the living room.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Sarah let out a breath she’d been holding. “Oh my god,” she whispered, leaning closer to you. “I can’t do this. That was so awkward.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at her reaction. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Sarah gave you a pointed look. “It was so bad. He doesn’t know I know, does he?”

“No,” you admitted, glancing toward the living room. “And let’s keep it that way for now.”

“Agreed,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “This is officially the weirdest day of my life.”

•���———

You hesitated before asking, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Hey, maybe I could crash here tonight? You know, like old times?”

Sarah froze, her fork mid-air, before setting it down and staring at you, her expression skeptical. “Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said slowly.

You blinked, taken aback by her sudden shift in tone. “Why not? It’s been forever since we hung out like that.”

She sighed, her face tinged with discomfort. “Look, it’s not that I don’t love you or anything. I just—” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “After what you told me… I don’t think I’d be able to sleep knowing… I mean, what if something happens?”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you tried to laugh it off. “Sarah, come on. Nothing’s going to happen.”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Are you sure about that? Because the way you two have been acting lately… I don’t want to wake up and hear—or see—something I can’t unhear or unsee.”

“Sarah!” you exclaimed, mortified.

“Sorry, but I’m just being honest,” she said, her tone blunt but not unkind. “I need some time to process all this. You and my dad under the same roof right now? It’s… too much.”

You nodded slowly, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “I get it. I’ll head home.”

Sarah softened, reaching out to touch your hand. “It’s not that I don’t care about you. I just… I need to set some boundaries. For my sanity.”

“Yeah, I understand,” you murmured, forcing a small smile.

Sarah gave your hand a squeeze, her expression apologetic. “Thanks. And hey, let’s plan something soon. Just us, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, standing up to grab your things. But as you left, the uneasiness between you and Sarah lingered, leaving you to wonder if things would ever go back to how they used to be.

You were reaching for the doorknob when you felt a familiar warmth behind you, the faint scent of whiskey and aftershave letting you know exactly who it was.

“Heading out already?” Joel’s deep voice rumbled softly, making you pause.

You turned to find him standing close, his expression unreadable as his dark eyes searched yours. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Sarah doesn’t think it’s a good idea for me to stay over.”

Joel’s jaw tightened slightly, and he glanced toward the living room, where Sarah was still sitting. He nodded, his gaze falling back to you. “I get it. She’s just lookin’ out for herself… and for you.”

You managed a small smile, though your chest felt heavy. “I know. It’s fine.”

Joel tilted his head, studying you for a moment before he stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. “You gonna be okay tonight?”

The sincerity in his question nearly broke you. You nodded, even though you weren’t entirely sure of the answer. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you lied.

His hand reached out, brushing lightly against your arm before he quickly pulled it back, his restraint evident. “If you need anything… you call me, alright? No matter the time.”

“Thanks, Joel,” you whispered, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice.

He stepped back, giving you space, but his presence still loomed as you opened the door and stepped outside. As the cool evening air hit your face, you glanced back one last time to see Joel watching you, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with something that looked an awful lot like regret.

And then the door closed behind you, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of everything unsaid.

-

Joel stood frozen by the door after it closed, staring at the spot where you had been just moments ago. His hand hovered near the doorknob, torn between his better judgment and the overwhelming urge to go after you.

He paced back and forth in the hallway, his fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with himself. What are you doing, Joel? he thought.

But the memory of the look on your face, that mix of vulnerability and longing, wouldn’t leave him. He hated the thought of you walking home alone, of you sitting in an empty house feeling the way you did.

He stopped pacing and stood still for a moment, running a hand over his face. This is wrong, he told himself, but his feet were already moving toward the door.

Joel’s hand gripped the knob, and he hesitated. He glanced back toward the living room, where Sarah was still distracted on her phone.

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against the door. Dammit.

Finally, he turned the knob and stepped outside, scanning the street. You hadn’t gotten far—your figure was illuminated by the streetlight, walking slowly as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

“Wait,” Joel called, his voice low but urgent.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to see him striding toward you, his expression firm but his eyes soft.

“Joel?” you asked, confusion and a hint of hope lacing your voice.

He stopped just a few feet away from you, his hands resting on his hips as he exhaled sharply. “I couldn’t let you walk away like that,” he admitted, his voice gravelly. “Not after everything.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to disappear.

Joel stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You shouldn’t be alone right now,” he said simply. “Let me drive you home.”

You hesitated, searching his face for answers. “Joel, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted firmly. “Let me do this.”

After a long pause, you nodded, the tension in your chest easing just slightly. Joel gestured toward his truck, and together, you walked in silence toward it, the quiet night holding unspoken words between you.

X

Joel started the engine, the quiet hum of the truck filling the air. He glanced at you, his lips curving into a shy smile when he caught you staring at him. “What?” he asked softly, his tone teasing.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Nothing,” you murmured, settling back into your seat, though you couldn’t stop admiring him.

Joel chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and pulling away from the curb. “You always this quiet?” he asked, glancing at you again, his eyes warm.

“Maybe,” you replied playfully, letting the soft rhythm of the ride relax you.

Joel hummed in response, a faint smile still lingering on his face as he focused on the road. There was something comforting about the silence between you two—unspoken, but understood.

You rested your head against the window, stealing occasional glances at him as the streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face. He looked so effortlessly handsome, so steady, and it warmed something deep inside you.

As the truck rolled through the quiet streets, Joel’s hand found its way to the console between you. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. His hand shifted slightly, letting your touch linger, his warmth grounding you in the moment.

Neither of you said anything. There was no need. Whatever this was between you, it felt right. For now, that was enough.

•——

Joel drives you home in a comfortable silence, the sound of the radio filling the car. He glances over at you occasionally, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before returning to the road.

As the drive continues, he can sense a change in the atmosphere. He notices the way you're looking at him, the hunger in your eyes that you're trying to hide.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're looking at me like you want to devour me," he teases.

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, but you don’t look away. Instead, a small smile plays on your lips as you respond softly, “Maybe I do.”

Joel chuckles, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Careful, darlin’. Don’t start somethin’ you’re not ready to finish,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

The tension between you grows, thick and almost tangible in the confined space of the truck. You glance away, trying to focus on the passing scenery, but your thoughts are consumed by him—his voice, his presence, the way he fills every corner of your mind.

When he pulls up in front of your house, the engine quiets, leaving the two of you in a charged silence. Joel turns to you, his eyes dark and searching. “You alright?”

You nod, but your hesitation betrays you. “I’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice is shaky.

Joel leans back, studying you for a moment longer before reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. “You’re a terrible liar,” he says softly, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long.

Your heart races, and you struggle to find the right words. Instead, you lean into his touch, your eyes meeting his. The pull between you feels magnetic, undeniable.

But Joel clears his throat, pulling his hand back and glancing toward the house. “You should go on inside,” he says, though his voice carries a note of reluctance.

“I don’t want to be alone” you mumble

Joel’s eyes soften at your words, his jaw tightening as if he’s battling some internal struggle. He looks at you for a long moment, the weight of your vulnerability hanging between you.

“You don’t have to be,” he says finally, his voice low but steady.

You watch as he shuts off the engine, a silent decision made. He steps out of the truck and walks around to your side, opening your door for you. His hand extends, waiting for yours, and when you take it, his grip is firm but warm, grounding you.

He walks you to your front door, his presence solid and reassuring beside you. Once inside, the quiet of the house feels almost too loud, the emptiness pressing down on you. Joel seems to sense it, his hand brushing against the small of your back as if to remind you that he’s there.

You turn to him, your eyes searching his. “Stay. Just for a little while,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel hesitates, his gaze flickering over your face. “This ain’t a good idea,” he mutters, but there’s no conviction in his words.

“Please,” you say, stepping closer. “Just… stay.”

His shoulders drop in defeat, and he sighs. “Alright, darlin’. Just for a little while,” he says, his voice gentle but firm.

You lead him to the couch, and he sits down beside you, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. For a while, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the unspoken tension and the quiet hum of the night.

When you finally lean your head against his shoulder, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his arm comes around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the weight of the world.

“Do you think my dad will ever come back?”

Joel’s arm tightens around you slightly, a heavy sigh escaping him. He’s quiet for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know, sweetheart,” he finally says, his voice soft but honest. “He’s got a lot he’s dealin’ with right now.”

You nod against his shoulder, your throat tightening as the weight of his words sinks in. “I keep telling myself he won’t. That it’s easier to just… accept it,” you admit, your voice trembling.

Joel’s hand moves to your arm, his touch gentle as he rubs slow circles. “It ain’t easy, darlin’. Losing someone, even if they’re still out there, it hurts just as much.”

A lump forms in your throat, and you blink back the sting of tears. “I don’t know if I can handle losing him, Joel,” you whisper. “Not after losing my mom.”

Joel turns slightly, his other hand lifting to tilt your chin up so you’re looking at him. His eyes are full of understanding, of a pain that mirrors your own. “You’re stronger than you think,” he says, his voice firm but kind. “And you ain’t alone. You’ve got me. You’ve got Sarah. We’re not goin’ anywhere.”

His words hit something deep inside you, and for a moment, the dam holding back your emotions threatens to break. “Thank you,” you manage to whisper, your voice cracking.

Joel leans his forehead against yours, his presence grounding you. “Anytime, darlin’. Always.”

Joel leans in slowly, his face inches from yours, giving you a moment to pull away if you wanted. But you don’t. Instead, you close the distance, your lips meeting his in a soft, gentle kiss. The world seems to fade around you, the only thing that matters is the warmth of his touch and the comfort in his embrace.

He pulls back just slightly, his eyes searching yours, as if asking if it’s okay to go further. You don’t say anything, but the way you look at him answers the question.

Joel’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin as he leans in again, this time deeper, with more intention. The kiss is tender, but there’s an undeniable spark between you two, a connection that’s impossible to ignore.

The tension between you two is palpable, the unspoken words heavy in the air. Joel's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer, his touch both comforting and electrifying.

You don't pull away, leaning into him instead, craving the closeness and connection.

His lips trail down to your neck, sending a shiver through your body, and you gasp softly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. It's clear that neither of you are willing to let go of this moment.

But even with the heat building between you, Joel pulls back just slightly, his gaze searching yours once more, as if making sure you're still certain. His voice is a low murmur, filled with a mix of desire and concern. "Are you sure about this?".

You meet his eyes, your own filled with a mixture of vulnerability and yearning. You don't need to say anything-your eyes speak the truth of what you want.

Joel studies your expression for a moment longer, his breath coming a little heavier as he takes in the silent affirmation in your eyes. Then, with a deep breath, he leans in again, his lips capturing yours with a softness that belies the intensity of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. His hands move to your back, pulling you closer as his kiss deepens, slow and careful.

He's gentle, making sure you're comfortable, but you can feel the heat building between you two as the moments stretch on. Every touch, every brush of his lips, every movement feels like it's pushing you both toward something inevitable, yet neither of you is rushing.

His fingers trace along your jawline, and you respond in kind, letting your hands roam to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. The world outside the moment fades away, and for a while, it's just the two of you, lost in the feeling of connection.

You pull away from the kiss, your chest rising and falling as you take in a shaky breath. For a moment, you just stare at Joel, the weight of everything hanging between you, but then something shifts in your mind. You don’t need anything else right now. Not answers, not promises—just this closeness, this comfort.

You shift in his arms, settling against his chest, and let out a soft sigh as you rest your head there. His arms come around you, pulling you into a secure, warm embrace. You can feel his heartbeat beneath you, steady and calming, and it lulls you into a sense of peace you haven’t felt in a long time.

You don’t say anything else. Words feel unnecessary now. Instead, you let the silence settle between you, the quiet hum of the world outside only serving to make the moment feel more intimate.

As you drift off to sleep, Joel’s steady breathing is the last thing you hear, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel safe.

[bobbin-buckley]

Vada Cavell Headcanons

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of school shooting, mentions of smoking & getting drunk, smut, fluff, mentions of anxiety and depression, some angst,

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SFW (Some Angst)

-You & Vada we’re dating for about 3 months before the shooting happened. Then slowly drifted away after it.

-I wouldn’t perhaps say you broke up, Vada just was keeping herself away from you and everyone else, well, almost everyone else

-Nick told you Vada was hanging out with Mia Reed, this made you feel a lot of different things; confusion, anger, sadness and jealousy you wanted, no you NEEDED to ask her why she was all of a sudden hanging out with this Mia girl

-You felt as if she was cheating on you, maybe? You stormed into her room one day and started rambling about how she just started ghosting you and smoking with the blonde girl

-Vada did feel bad, infact she did regret everything after realizing how upset you were. That’s when you found Vada in your arms again

-She did start to invite you over at Mia’s house, you didn’t like the idea but accepted when Vada have you those puppy eyes

-Helping each other through all this depression and pain, venting

-Vada is a pretty affectionate person if you are really close

-She definitely has acts of service as her love language, she’ll buy you stuff (if she isn’t broke), take care of you, take you out somewhere etc

-Movie nights with make-out sessions throughout the film

-Shed love your pet(s) if you have any, (she totally seems like a dog person)

-Being besties with her little sister Amelia, she loves you sm, you both love to tease Vada, prank her and hangout together w/ Vada

-Finds it weird her family adores you

-When your alone together there can be three different moods; fluffy, sweet, soft, silly cuddly or hot, horny, lust & flirty, or sad, fluff, upset, depressed but you cope together by cuddling and talking

-Always being side by side, Vada craves your touch or needs to touch you. Wanting to cuddle but if she can’t she’ll hold your hand, pinkies intertwined under a table or knee to knee and head in shoulder

-You find it hilarious when Vada gets cranky and throws a fit. She smacks you when you laugh

“I’m dating a literal four year old”

“Then that would be fucked up also, nuh-uh!”

-Loves to make dirty jokes just to see you hot & bothered

-Can be a pretty flirty person

-Going off to college together

-Doing pretty much everything together

NSFW

-There is never a time you and Vada will have serious sex

-This girl is full of humor, she’ll make all kinds of jokes when intimate

“Dude! You have huge tits.”

“Vada-”

“There like literal melons”

-Preferring Vanilla sex most of the time

-making love to each other makes you both feel alive again

-I could see her as a switch

-Skin to skin the entire time

-Secretly loves your boobs

-Probably doesn’t shave much down there cause she’s scared she’ll hurt herself, you don’t mind though and you offer to help her

-Making sure her family isn’t home and won’t be home till late when having sex at her house

-She looooves shower sex

-One time Vada had gotten you something as a gift….it was a strap-on

“Vada where the hell did you get that? You’re broke.”

“Nick bought it for me.”

“😦”

-Loves to use the strap-on on you, claims she wants to “breed” you even though she can’t (you think it’s hot though-)

-Took her a while to understand how to please someone but it’s okay

-Makes you suck on her strap

-Always wanting to take off your clothes for you

-I’d say for her first time (in this she doesn’t fuck Mia) she was pretty good

-You guys could go in for hours if her parents weren’t home so often

-Almost getting caught

-Attempting to have sex in the school bathrooms to make her less scared

-High sex

-Quite the begger

-Anytime you have sex it’s always soft and at a good pace (unless you have 10 minutes before her mom gets home)

You’ve got Vada wrapped around your finger that’s for sure

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Heyyy

This seemed quick to write I hope it’s alright

Cairo will be next since you guys tied Vada & Cairo (You sillies)

[fallinforerling]

LOVE ISN’T ETERNAL. chapter 2 - jb

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It’s been a week since you were back in London. A week full of monotony where you worked, ate, and showered, feeling dull and out of place the entire time. You hated the feeling of missing your ex-boyfriend; you hated that you were constantly holding tears at random times of the day while he was probably over the situation from day one. But the one thing you hated the most about all of this was that you couldn’t hate him.

You still loved him, no matter how fucked up he was for breaking up with you at such bad timing. It was hard to pretend everything was okay when you chatted with friends, all of them asking you how the mini holiday was and why you were back so soon. It was a bit stupid, but you wouldn't admit that he left you; that would have meant them consoling you and finding flaws in your past relationship just to make you feel better about the breakup.

The worst part of all was the fact that you were still chatting with Jobe; it seemed like he was still in the dark about the whole thing, which was a bit suspicious. The two were very close and talked about everything. Why will Jude keep it from his brother (and you assumed) his parents? 

Jobe was still talking about the two of you attending his match at Birmingham. What were you supposed to do? You wanted to go and support one of your friends, regardless of him being your ex’s brother, but on the other hand, Jude was 100% attending as well. Even if the match is a month away, it gives you anxiety just to imagine yourself facing him as nothing happened.

But today you didn’t want to stress yourself thinking about the “what ifs…” of that particular situation. You were tired and sad, the day was long enough for you to bear it and your best friend was insisting on spending the night over; the fact that she was sensing something off about you was sweet and you knew that she just wanted to keep you company, so you didn’t turn her down. Maybe the quality time will keep your mind away from Jude.

Just as you managed to drop the handful of bags full of groceries and other supplies, your phone started to go off. You lifted one eyebrow, finding it odd that someone other than Mia was calling you at 11 p.m. You wanted to ignore it, but something inside you told you had to pick up.

You saw Nikki's name pop up on the screen and wondered what was your friend doing that gave her the idea of calling at such late hours. It was the weekend, making you fear an invitation to some pub downtown. 

“Hey?” For a few seconds, all you could hear was loud music and several voices speaking at the same time. Your suspicions were correct on the pub part; let's pray she doesn't invite me. "Nikki? Are you there?"

"Girl! What the actual fuck!" That was the first thing you could actually understand. The music was slowly fading away in the background and her scream alarmed you. "Tell me why your man is here making out with some girl!"

Your heart stopped for a second, suddenly forgetting how to breath properly. My man? 

"Is Jude there?” 

So he came back from Dortmund after all, just like he told you a week prior. And he is partying...

"Oh, yes he is! Making out and grabbing ass like he's fucking single." A short pause came after that. "You need to come here; we can't let him get away from this... Hold on, I'll snap some pictures so he can't make up some lame excuse."

The last sentence shook you awake from the pain, regretting the childish decision of keeping the breakup from your friends.

“Nikki! Nikki, no!” You shouted quickly, praying that your friend could just forget what she just saw. “Leave it alone and don’t you dare to take pictures of them.” 

“What? Why?! He’s cheating on you!”

“No he isn’t! He... He broke up with me last week, Nikk... I- I was waiting to tell you and Mia what happened. So please, just leave him alone. I don’t want anything to do with him.” Your voice started to sound weak by the second. God, this is so horrible. 

“Oh, darling...” The sound of her voice was so soft and gentle, making it a lot harder to hold back the tears and sobs you wanted to let out. This is what you were avoiding the most, the pity. 

“It’s okay...” You whispered, more to yourself than her. 

“I’ll be there in 20.” And that was it, the call finished as suddenly as it started. 

“Well, I guess I have a sleepover to host...” But not even your lame joke distracted you from the fact that the dull pain you were feeling for the past week was replaced by such an extreme one that it was hard to breathe. “Fuck you, Jude Bellingham. Fucking asshole...”

Maybe you were capable of hating him after all.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

JackChick smut

1500 words, angst and feelings and Chick proposes a couple of things Jack's maybe never thought of.

They're up late after the mission. They always are. Not just because they need to read through the interrogation transcripts and rearrange the supply lists, but because it's another day of sending boys up and watching too few of them come back. They sign the last forms, and Jack sags against his desk. He's still gripping his pen like it's  the only thing keeping him upright. He hears Chick move, but he doesn't lift his head. He hears Chick walk out of his office, and he just manages to drop his pen when Chick's w walking back in with a full bottle of especially good whiskey. 

Chick locks the door behind him and turns off the overhead light. There's only Jack's desk lamp now, a small, warm glow that changes the whole feel of the room. Jack watches Chick turn over two glasses on his bar and pour for them both. He pushes himself upright, then back, letting his head loll for a moment  on the back of his chair as he watches Chick walk towards him with half-closed eyes. He always moves with  purpose, even after a day like this. It makes something warm build in Jack's belly. 

Chick holds out one glass. When Jack takes it, he lifts the files on the corner of the desk and  lays them carefully in the out box. He sits on the cleared space and meets Jack's gaze. "Don't  like you looking so old, Jack," he says, his tone heavy with affection. "That's my job."

Jack manages a small smile. "You'll never look old," he says. "You'll just get more dashing."

Chick gives a small hum of pleasure and holds out his glass. Jack taps his own against it. They each take a drink. "Couldn't ask for a better Air Exec," Chick says. "But I worry about the cost." 

"No one else could do it," Jack replies. It's not a brag, just a fact. He'd figured out quick that as much as he didn't want the job, he was probably about the only one who wouldn't die of the thousand cuts of having it. "Even if someone offered, I'd say no."

Chick meets his gaze again. "You're a young man, Jack. You should get to act like one."

Jack tilts his head and studies Chick. Sees his crow's feet and his steady hands. "You worried I'm going to go wild after the war and leave you high and dry? Find someone more…what'd you call it?" 

Chick gives him a reproving look. "Appropriate," he says. "Don't pretend you don't remember."

"Don't pretend I haven't chosen you," Jack replies. He takes another drink of his whiskey. "My feeling old doesn't have anything to do with you, Chick." He stares at his out box. Thinks of how many of those files now list men younger than Jack as MIA or dead. Thinks of Babyface. Nights like this, he always thinks of Babyface.

"You should get to feel young," Chick says. He glances out the window. "Like the others." 

Jack considers that, watching Chick's profile. "What? Get a two-day pass and fuck my way across London?"  

Chick snorts. "If you want," he says. 

Jack raises his eyebrows and reaches out a hand, curls his fingers around Chick's thigh, just  above his knee. "Without you?" he asks.

Even in the dim light of his desk lamp, Jack can see the fire light up Chick's eyes. Jack rubs his thumb hard across Chick's leg and doesn't look away.

"I admit," Chick says slowly, "I'd rather be with you."  

Jack makes a considering sound and puts his glass on the desk. He shifts his chair so he's between Chick's knees. Chick spreads his legs to let him fit better. Jack reaches for his belt. "Doing what?" Jack asks. He opens Chick's belt.  

"Fucking you across London." Chick hisses when Jack presses his palm to his crotch. "Meeting you somewhere and pretending like I'm picking you up for the night."

Jack's fingers curl under Chick's waistband. "Like we're strangers?" he asks.

"Like you're young and handsome and catch my eye," Chick says.  "Like I'm charming enough to tempt you away from anyone else trying to get your attention."

Jack opens Chick's trousers and reaches into the flap of his boxers, pulls out his cock and  holds it in his hand. "Do I know what I'm doing when we get to bed, or am I overwhelmed by you?" 

Chick breathes out hard. He reaches out and holds Jack's cheek. "Oh, I think I'm overwhelmed by you like always," he says. 

Jack presses his cheek into Chick's hand, then sucks the head of his cock into his mouth. He works him over slowly and softly, pushing his tongue against the big vein and gripping hard at Chick's thighs with both hands. Chick tangles his fingers in Jack's hair and pushes his hips up when Jack slides down. Chick comes on Jack's tongue with barely a sound, gusting out a  lungful of air before slouching forward and watching Jack drag his mouth over his spent cock a few more times before pulling off entirely. 

"Come here," Chick says and pulls Jack to his feet. He stands as well and pulls Jack towards the window, turns him so his front is facing out. It's a long, thin window, but with only the desk lamp on, no one outside will be able to see in. 

Jack still gasps at the threat of it, though. Of being seen as Chick opens his  trousers and pushes them down with his underwear, leaving his cock bobbing free for a few seconds before he  wraps his hand around it. 

"Chick," Jack breathes out, grabbing the window frame to keep his knees from buckling.   

Chick's stubble drags behind Jack's ear. "Maybe I shouldn't keep you all to myself,"  he murmurs. "Maybe we go for a drink, and I'll pick someone out."

Jack's breath catches at the thought. "What?" he asks, then snaps his hips forward when Chick tightens the grip on his cock. "Why?"

"Because you deserve to feel young," Chick says. He rubs his palm over Jack's cockhead and bites hard on his ear. "Because I want to know what it looks like when someone else makes you come. See if there really is any competition to worry about."

"You–" Jack's back arches when Chick grabs his ass. "You," he says again when Chick pushes against him and presses him against the window. Chick's soft cock presses into the cleft of his ass, and Jack reaches back and digs his fingers into Chick's hip. "I don't–do you–I–"

"Be nice to just watch you get some pleasure," Chick says. "Not that I don't enjoy participating, but you're a distraction, Jack. Responsive and intense and fucking beautiful. Maybe I just want to enjoy it all by itself one time."

"But I've–" Jack keens when Chick drags just his fingertips up his shaft. "You've watched me jerk off."

Chick hums assent, drags his thumb over Jack's slit and uses his precum to wet his whole tip. "It was beautiful," he says. "Filthy." He chuckles when Jack shivers. "But it's not the same as watching someone else make you come." 

Jack groans and presses his head to the window. "Chick," he whispers. "Chick." Over and over, he says his name, comes into Chick's palm with his name slipping into a groan. Pants against the glass of the window as Chick nuzzles the back of his neck, then steps away to clean up. 

It takes Jack a minute or two to stand up straight and do up his trousers. When he turns from the window, Chick's pouring them each a fresh drink.  Jack walks to him on shaky legs and turns Chick's head so he can kiss him, drags his tongue against Chick's and smiles when Chick responds in kind. 

"Come on," Chick says when they break apart. "Let's sit."

They sit on the couch, thigh to thigh, and Chick hands Jack his fresh drink. He puts his arm along the back of the couch, and Jack leans into him, ghosting a kiss against Chick's neck, which makes Chick turns his head and kiss him softly. 

Jack takes a sip of his drink and presses closer, splays his free hand over Chick's thigh because it feels good. "Be honest," he says, pulling his head back just enough to see Chick clearly. "How much of what you just said would you actually do?"

Chick cups the back of Jack's head. "Any of it you wanted," he says. His grin flashes sharp and devilish at Jack's quiet inhale. "You want some of it," he says.  

Jack nods. "Some of it," he admits. He taps his fingers against his glass. "You really want to see someone else fuck me?" 

"If you want it, too," Chick says. "I want…" He stares at Jack for a long moment. "If you do nothing else for 48 hours in London, Jack, let yourself feel young. Let the weight drop for a little bit."

Jack rests his cheek against Chick's shoulder. "I can always drop it with you," he says. "Do you think we can both be gone from base for two days without everything collapsing?"

Chick chuckles. "No," he says, and he presses a kiss to Jack's head when Jack laughs in agreement. "But we'll go regardless. Let some of the others deal with responsibility for a little while."

Jack nods. "Okay," he says. "Let's do it."

[japanifornication]

oh man oh man. im always fond of phoenix w a praise kink and just. overwhelmed by love. miles fucking into him while whispering sweet nothings until he’s shaking from his orgasm after orgasm. make this slut cry from being loved and fucked! that one fic you wrote, “late night” was RIGHT up my alley and i swear i go back to it often

rubbing at the bags he can feel setting in beneath his eyes, phoenix has never been more tired in his life. not when he stayed up all night studying to get through law school. not the time he didn't sleep for three days a week before the bar and had to be forced to rest by mia. not when she was murdered, not even when he spent a night in city jail accused of that very murder.

the clop of two pairs of sandals patter into the distance as he watches maya, holding onto pearl's hand like a lifeline, head for their train under the flickering lights of the station. as they board, any remaining energy phoenix had escapes him and he sags back against the wall he's been leaning against, arms crossing over his chest as a sigh slips out of him.

it's hard to watch them go when they've only just got maya back, but with morgan headed to prison, they have a lot of things to sort out back in kurain, like packing up belongings and figuring out where they'll stay when they're there for training.

"it's getting quite late, wright."

he'd almost been falling asleep where he stood and the voice startles him, making him stand up straight and snap to attention. for a few minutes, he'd almost forgotten edgeworth was there. it's easy to forget, when it's quiet—he was dead for an entire year, after all.

"yeah. sorry to keep you waiting. you didn't have to do this, you know." phoenix says it automatically, like it's an obligation, even though he's not quite sure he is sorry after what the prosecutor did.

"i'm aware," is all edgeworth says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and then just briefly gripping at his elbow.

it's almost funny. when phoenix first met the man again on the other side of the courtroom last year, he looked like hell barely warmed over. edgeworth was the one with dark circles around the eyes, a permanent scowl affixed to his face. now, he looks oddly tranquil, if just a bit fatigued, and phoenix is the one who feels like garbage. things can change a lot in a year.

he clears his throat. "well. i won't keep you here any longer. let's get back to the car." he lets edgeworth lead the way back to his car—new since phoenix last saw it during state v. skye—and climbs back into the passenger seat, rattling off his address. it's a wonder he can even remember it in his current state.

it only gets darker as they head back through the city and by the time they make it to phoenix's apartment it's well into the night, not a hint of sun left in the sky. the car idles in the parking lot. neither make a move to leave or encourage the other to do so.

"so are you back living here?" phoenix finally gathers the strength to say. he means is he back residing within l.a. but the way it comes out almost sounds like he's asking if edgeworth is really, truly back from the dead and not just a spirit. "in l.a. i mean, not here obviously," he clarifies, as though there were any confusion whether or not edgeworth lived with phoenix. haha, very funny.

there's a slight squeak of leather as the man's hand shifts on the steering wheel, uncomfortable but not angry. "ah, i've only been back for a few days. i'm in a hotel, currently, but yes, i intend to find a new apartment."

"gotcha," phoenix says with an absent nod, chewing the inside of his mouth. "hey, um. i'm sorry about what i said, about… about you staying dead."

"wright, don't," edgeworth scoffs. "it's too late to take back words we've regretted, if anyone knows that it's me. don't waste your breath."

an exasperated laugh bursts out of the defense attorney. "okay great, because i'm not actually sorry."

edgeworth huffs at that with a slight shake of his head.

"but… do you want to come in for a beer or something? because this has been the longest day of my life and i'm sure even underneath that perfectly logical, stoic exterior, you can agree it's been exhausting." phoenix raises an eyebrow.

"a beer? tch." edgeworth's lip curls in distaste at the idea.

"what, not a beer drinker? i don't keep much in the way of wine or anything but i might have some whiskey," he offers instead.

edgeworth tilts his head, considering the offer with a slow blink. "i'm not sure you can afford my tastes, wright, but i'm intrigued." he unbuckles his seatbelt, indicating he's taken phoenix up on it.

"great." phoenix climbs out of the car and leads the way into his apartment building. he lives on the second floor, and they take the stairs up. it's faster, and he's not going to ask the man to take an elevator. it might have been a year, but he hasn't forgotten everything.

"sorry about the mess," he apologizes as he unlocks his front door. the last few days have been so long—he's been sleeping in his office and almost forgot about how much of a disaster his apartment is. he haphazardly tries to clean up before edgeworth can take in too much of the surroundings, scooping up dishes to bring to the kitchen and stuffing trash in the bin and kicking dirty laundry out of the way.

edgeworth is busy removing his shoes at the door and he manages to get the place looking a little less gross by the time he's done, then stops to take off his own shoes and jacket. he heads into the kitchen to see what he's got as far as alcohol, searching through his cabinets until he finds the bottle of whiskey he promised.

"how do you take it?" he asks.

"neat," comes the reply, edgeworth having followed him into the kitchen. he waits as phoenix pours them each a glass, then takes the bottle himself to inspect it. his eyebrows go up. "perhaps you've come into some fortune in my absence."

staring down into his rocks glass, phoenix tries to give a smile. it comes off weak. "if only. i inherited mia's liquor collection. went through most of it between you choosing death and now, if i'm honest."

adjusting his glass on the counter, edgeworth frowns down into his own drink. "ah. i see. ms. fey had good tastes, then?"

"i think she was gifted a lot of it, i'm honestly not sure." he lifts his glass to his lips, taking a deep swig. it burns on the way down. "sometimes i wonder… if i even knew her that well. if i'm doing any of this right. if she'd be proud of me. after a case like today, i'm not so sure."

"you saved her sister," edgeworth points out, palming his own glass and drinking from it absently. "i imagine that would mean a fair amount to her."

"yeah, i guess so. but i almost pinned a murder on an innocent woman. just feel like i should have figured out it was engarde a lot sooner, you know?" phoenix stands up straight, the tension awkward, and downs the rest of his glass in one go so he can pour himself another.

"i can see your point, though i believe you’re being a bit harsh on yourself. anyone under those circumstances would have struggled. i certainly fared no better, and i wasn’t the one whose loved ones were being held hostage for the majority of that case.” the words are mumbled thoughtfully over the rim of his glass before he takes another drink.

“why are you being so nice to me?”

his question obviously catches edgeworth by surprise, and the man finishes his whiskey before answering. “after hearing you be so honest about what you thought of my absence… i suppose it feels like obligation.”

the thought of any more drinks is immediately abandoned, because in the next moment, phoenix is grabbing edgeworth by that stupid cravat and pulling him close and smashing his mouth against his.

there’s a noise of protest, an initial objection, from edgeworth that seems to be more out of shock than anything, and then edgeworth’s arms are around his waist, crushing him close; he’s kissing phoenix back and he tastes like the whiskey they’ve been drinking and mint—toothpaste? breathmints? something else?—and phoenix sighs almost angrily against his mouth, furious he could have had this so much sooner if not for everything that had happened.

except that then edgeworth stops kissing him, to ask “wright, should i be doing this? surely you’re not drunk after a drink and a half.”

“i’m sober. kiss me, you son of a bitch.”

“it’s a bit rude to speak so poorly of the dead, you know,” he huffs in jest.

“good thing you’re not really dead.” phoenix’s hands fist in his hair as he tugs him back in for another kiss, and it’s all tongue and teeth and desperation, wanton for more.

before either of them knows what has happened, they’re standing in phoenix’s bedroom next to his bed. neither of them is particularly good at kissing and it doesn’t matter, because they’re kissing like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do and it’s driving phoenix insane.

unfortunately, edgeworth seems reluctant to do anything more than that. phoenix keeps trying to move things along—attempting to kiss down his throat, to bite him, to grab at his ass or unbutton his waistcoat—and edgeworth keeps grabbing at his wrists, moving them back to more appropriate places, kissing him like he wants to savor it rather than do anything else.

“just fuck me already,” phoenix finally groans, drinking in the way edgeworth laughs in response. when was the last time he even heard him laugh? not just a condescending chuckle from the other side of the courtroom, but actually laugh like he does now? when they were nine?

his back hits the bed as edgeworth shoves him away roughly. “fine. i’ll give you what it is you’re so desperate for.” he watches as the prosecutor tugs open his nightstand to survey the contents, and apparently finds what he expected to, retrieving the box of condoms from within and setting it atop the surface. “but i’m not doing this without some sort of safe word in place. it’s clear you’re not in a state to be taken at your word.”

“stoplight system,” phoenix replies, without hesitation.

that earns him a raised eyebrow, and for a moment it seems like he might be rejected, but eventually, edgeworth shrugs a shoulder and nods. “i’m familiar. that’s acceptable, can i trust you to actually use it?”

“funny of you to be asking me about trust right now.”

“wright.” there’s an obvious warning tone in his voice. “yeah. yes, i will use it correctly. green means go, red means stop, don’t stop unless i actually say that.”

there’s a hunger underlining edgeworth’s voice when he next speaks that makes all of phoenix’s skin prickle with desire. “alright. get on with it, then. tell me what you want.”

“god, thank you,” phoenix breathes. he sits up and grabs edgeworth by his belt, yanking him forward so he can undo it. “just want you to hold me down, make me take it.”

edgeworth blows out a long breath, but phoenix doesn’t look up, single-minded in his task now as he moves to unbutton the man’s slacks. the zip comes undone with relative ease, but the prosecutor’s shirt is long and held down by stays, partially blocking access to what he wants. it’s dark, and he’s a little drunk, and undoing the smaller buttons here is a bit harder, so he fumbles around with them as he talks. “you know. give it to me hard, don’t hold back, no matter what i say.”

edgeworth sheds his jacket and waistcoat and works his cravat free, discarding them on the side of phoenix’s bed before loosening the buttons of his shirt sleeves to roll them up. like this, phoenix can see the light hair that peppers his arms, usually hidden by clothes or distance across the courtroom or the fact that he thought the man was dead for a year. “is that how you normally prefer it?”

opting not to answer that, phoenix finishes unbuttoning the bottom of edgeworth’s shirt, giving him access to his boxer-briefs beneath. his fingers hook into the waistband and stretch it away from his skin, freeing the arousal steadily growing within and shoving them down as far as he can with the stays still hooked around his thighs.

he leans forward, gently cupping edgeworth's cock in one hand as he trails his lips down the side of it. the skin is so soft under his touch, but he doesn't get even a second to enjoy it; immediately, there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back and away. he grimaces, baring his incisors but flooding with heat at the simple movement.

"someone's a bit overeager," edgeworth admonishes.

"yeah, well, when you've spent a year fantasizing about something you're positive you'll never get…" he steals a glance up at edgeworth's face, his chest starting to heave even though they haven't even started yet.

the man clenches his jaw, like the reminder hurts, but he feigns it away with a roll of his eyes. it doesn't fool phoenix, but he doesn't call it out. again, phoenix is pushed back to the bed like it's effortless, and edgeworth moves back to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the box.

phoenix takes the opportunity to undo his own belt and slacks, shimmying them down along with his boxers around his hips. his thighs and hair are already slick with moisture, his dick swollen and begging to be touched.

he doesn't want to bother with the effort of fully undressing, so instead he rolls over while edgeworth applies the condom, ending up bent over the edge of his bed, ready and waiting.

he hears edgeworth spit into his hand, stroke it along his length then feels that hand on him for a brief, thrilling second, but he's already sopping wet, so it's unnecessary.

phoenix scrambles up the bed a little further but before he can really get anywhere, there’s a strong hand on his hip as the body behind him thrusts forward against him. with that one, swift movement, edgeworth is inside him, and he cries out, writhing against the sheets and trying not to just melt into uselessness.

a hand comes down against his shoulder, holding him down just like he'd asked for, but edgeworth leans in close and the other snakes over his mouth, preventing him from further cries as each snap of his hips makes phoenix want to scream. "is this what you wanted?" the man breathes hot and low in his ear.

he can only nod desperately, tears catching in his lashes as that cock rams into his g-spot and makes him quiver.

edgeworth doesn't stop. each thrust comes unbelievably hard, a loud slap of skin echoing through the room, but there's a pause between each one, and phoenix is grateful for that because otherwise he doesn't know how he would breathe. beads of sweat are already forming on the back of his neck, rolling down under the collar of his shirt. he quiets down, just panting against edgeworth’s palm, tasting the salt of his flesh, pushing back into each stroke and closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of him, to know it’s edgeworth pinning him down and spearing him open.

he's slick and needy and hasn't been so close to satisfied in what feels like forever.

he rocks his hips forward instinctively, trying to get friction on his own dick against the bed, but failing. edgeworth huffs out a condescending laugh in his ear. "not enough still? what are you, wright, a dog? must you hump something just to get off?"

phoenix whines at the suggestion but nods again against edgeworth's hand.

"yes?" he sounds mildly surprised, but not put-off. "alright." he straightens for a minute, pulling phoenix up so he can slide a folded pillow between the man's legs—phoenix's head is spinning and he lets himself be maneuvered bonelessly—before pushing him back down into the position they'd been in.

"are you sure this is how you want it, though, wright?" he asks in his ear again as they return to that pace of steady slams. "I'm happy to fuck you as hard as you'd like, but i had something a little different in mind." he slows down further, the thrusts turning into a sensual grind, no longer ramming into him with each one.

a sob leaks out of phoenix and he ruts against the pillow, mumbling against edgeworth's hand. his mouth is freed so he can speak. "please," he gasps. "tell me you're here to stay. that you won't leave again."

an anguished sound chokes out of the prosecutor. "i am not going anywhere, phoenix," he says after a moment of hesitation. there’s an edge to his voice, hurt but on the verge of something almost tender, and phoenix easily needs more.

"just need to feel it. need you to show me you're not going anywhere," phoenix begs. “just prove it to me, fuck me like you mean it.”

"oh, darling, i'm not leaving you." the term of endearment seems to slip out of edgeworth like it’s an accident, but he doesn’t take it back, and it feels like it stabs right through phoenix’s back and pins him to the mattress as much as the man himself is doing physically. edgeworth's hands reposition themselves to the bed on each side of his shoulders for more leverage and his cock grinds deeper into phoenix, forcing a strangled moan out of him. "i'm here to stay, and i'll prove it to you just like this whenever you'd like. that's it, open up for me, i want to hear you."

phoenix doesn't try to hold back his sounds anymore, more moans and whimpers and sobs escaping him in escalating volume as edgeworth fucks him and as he humps against the pillow. edgeworth has picked up the pace again, strokes coming faster, and phoenix's brain is dissolving into a puddle.

"harder, please," he whines.

"i'll give you harder, darling, but i want you to come first. you're doing so well," edgeworth murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of his ear. "i know you can do it. it feels good, doesn't it? to grind on your pillow? be a good boy and come for me, phoenix."

a harsher sob is ripped from his chest. his hips roll against it more desperately even as edgeworth doesn't stop pounding into him. "i'm so close," he whispers shakily.

"i know," edgeworth reassures, lowering himself to further press into phoenix, more grinding into him again which just forces him more into the pillow. "does this help? if i drive you into it?"

"yes, yes, oh, miles…"

"come for me, phoenix, then i'll give you that hard, unrelenting fuck you want, to prove i'm not going anywhere. come on. come for me."

and phoenix does, rocking forward against the pillow one last time and causing his orgasm to explode through him. he clenches around miles and his cock twitches with each pulse and miles is still rolling his hips, forcing him into the pillow, and he can't come down, and he's fully crying.

"good boy," he hears from edgeworth, and the praise is music he never imagined he'd hear. "are you ready for more?"

he hasn't even stopped coming yet, he's not ready for more, but god does he want it anyway. "no," he offers unhelpfully.

"no? color, wright."

"green," phoenix spits, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bed where he was accidentally drooling against his comforter.

"good, so let me ask again. are you ready for more?"

having no intention of changing his answer, phoenix repeats himself. "no. it's too much."

he can almost hear the smirk in edgeworth's voice, and is glad they're both on the same page. "and you think i have any intention of stopping simply because it’s too much? how quaint. you can handle more."

another hard slam of his hips has phoenix shaking, pressing his face back into the softness of his comforter to muffle a yelp, but as quickly as it was given, it’s taken away as edgeworth pulls out.

“roll over, wright. i want to see the moment you break,” he’s commanded, and phoenix doesn’t make any rush of moving to do so. edgeworth grabs his shoulder and pulls, rolling him over anyway. hands grab his slacks and yank, and phoenix kicks to at least help get them off, along with his boxers.

arms hook under his knees and in an instant edgeworth is back inside him, making phoenix’s back arch against the mattress. the pillow is still under him, but now it's providing support, and edgeworth is still hitting all the right spots, and he blearily opens his eyes to find the man looking down at him.

the way edgeworth looks at him is almost reverent, quicksilver eyes soft but dilated with pleasure, hair disheveled and hanging in his face, sweat beading on his forehead. it's different from how phoenix imagined it might be, when he thought he was dead. then, he hadn't known this edgeworth so desperately trying to redeem himself. he'd only known the angry, spiteful one, full of loathing for everyone and everything, especially himself and especially phoenix. he'd thought his eyes would be hardened, creased between the eyebrows, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. he can see a slight divot between his eyebrows, but it looks more in concentration, and there's no scowl.

"miles," he breathes, just a whisper on his breath. he's struggling to even catch it with the force he's being fucked with, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he gulps down another breath and tries again. "m-miles. take off the condom."

a dry laugh huffs out of edgeworth and he hesitates. "are you delusional?"

"i promise it's safe. please…" he's crying again and he hates that he's crying again but he can't stop the tears from leaking down his cheeks. "please. i need you to prove you're not going anywhere. need you to fill me up and make me yours."

again, edgeworth blows out an affected breath, this time much more obviously struggling with the decision. "you're sure?"

"yes, i'm giving you the green light, please, god," he pleads.

"fuck, phoenix." in an instant, he pulls out again, looking down as he uses one hand to attempt to take off the condom. it takes a minute to get it off, but eventually he does, and it gets tossed in the trash beneath the nightstand before the man drives back into phoenix's hot cunt, filling him now with no barrier between them.

there's no way to prevent the flood of tears now, no longer just a trickle but practically a waterfall. he pushes edgeworth's arms away from under his knees to adjust, instead hooking his legs around the man's waist like he can draw him in deeper if he tries hard enough, like he can just pull edgeworth into his body and keep him there forever.

for edgeworth's part, at least, he grips a hand under phoenix's thigh and with a slight grunt helps shift them up onto the bed properly, and then they're chest-to-chest and the prosecutor is kissing down his jawline, tongue delving out to lick up the salt of his tears and god, phoenix is so overwhelmed.

"how long have you been dreaming about this, wright?" that deep, sultry voice mumbles right against his ear.

phoenix answers honestly, and he's not just crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure anymore. now he's ugly crying, and it's embarrassing, and his hands find the front of edgeworth's shirt and twist in it, holding on to it like a lifeline. "a long time but—but i thought you were dead," he chokes out. he can feel alarm crackle through edgeworth like ice underfoot, but it's too late, they've already plunged through. "i th-thought you were fucking dead, that i'd missed my chance—"

his words are muffled by a kiss, one that's just as desperate and hungry as phoenix feels. he half-sobs, half-moans into it, clumsily attempting to reciprocate as best he can.

"i know. i'm so sorry, phoenix," edgeworth hisses against his mouth when they part for air. his movements have slowed, this thrusts languid but striking deep, and phoenix just encourages him, heels pressing against his ass with each inward stroke. "shh, you're alright. i'm not going anywhere." the words sound like a promise.

another pathetic mewl bleeds out of phoenix, energy sapped from him at the apology. his legs fall from around edgeworth's hips, coming to rest on the bed, because he can't hold them up anymore, and it just spreads him wider, lets the man fuck him deeper. he sniffles and presses his face into edgeworth's shoulder to hide his tear-strewn face.

"there you go, darling. relax. i'll give you what you need. you're being so good for me." edgeworth's breathing is labored and phoenix can feel sweat through the man's shirt.

his hands let go of the front to wrap around his back, crush him closer. it's too slow, too intimate, it's not what he asked for or wanted, but somehow it is what he needed.

the rhythm of edgeworth's thrusts start to falter and suddenly there's a hand on phoenix's jaw, turning his face towards his. "look at me."

phoenix does. the expression on edgeworth's face is so hard to read, but it seems almost close to adoration, or maybe obsession, and a shiver runs down phoenix's spine.

"i'm here, phoenix. because of you."

those six words are phoenix's undoing. his hands claw for purchase against edgeworth's back, fingertips catching in the folds of his shirt as his whole body tenses, pleasure slamming into him like a fucking freight train and forcing an orgasm out of him unlike any other. he feels edgeworth jolt against him and knows the man is coming too, leaving that tangible evidence that he's here, he's alive, he's alive he's alive he's alive, i'm alive.

for the first time since prosecutor miles edgeworth chose death, phoenix wright feels alive.

spent and exhausted, phoenix can't even complain when edgeworth collapses atop him. instead, he hugs him close, albeit weakly, eyes falling shut and just cradling the man against him, reluctant to let him pull out or leave just yet.

when they finally do part god knows how long later, no words are exchanged. edgeworth painstakingly withdraws from inside phoenix with a grimace, then helps him clean up in silence. he doesn't say anything as he removes the rest of his clothing, leaving phoenix to extract the implications from that action himself and disrobe as well, tossing the rest of his clothes to the floor.

they climb back into bed and phoenix finds himself hesitating to get closer until edgeworth draws him in himself, an arm sliding around him possessively.

before phoenix can drift off, he clears his throat and asks hoarsely, "should we… talk about what just happened?"

edgeworth dismisses it with a half-hearted shrug. "if you'd like. in the morning, perhaps?"

fear grips phoenix immediately and he swallows, looking up at the man. "will you still be here? in the morning?"

a long, tired sigh hisses out of edgeworth's chest. "i may have nightmares still, and may not be in bed when you awake. but yes. i will be here, in the morning."

"you promise?"

edgeworth searches his face for understanding. he doesn't seem the type to promise things, and perhaps that's why the response is delayed, but after a long moment, he nods slowly. "i promise."

phoenix buries his face against his chest, and in a few minutes, he's asleep.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, chapter 27

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Flashback smut afterglow, speaking of a condom AN: Sorry for being so late Dearhearts- we had to set up for my daughter's birthday party <3

Masterlist AO3 KoFi

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Tom had so much he wanted to say the night before but instead, he had suggested Mia go ahead to bed without him. She hadn’t argued as he threw out needing to make some calls as a excuse. He stayed up lost in his own thoughts while taking care of the last bit of tidying, enjoying the silence of the apartment. 

He was a coward, he knew that. It wasn’t necessary for someone to be around to tell him that. The silence around him did the job just fine. 

He needed to tell her how he felt but it was so easy to just push it off for another day. What was the point anyway, she would just push him away.

He made his way to bed once he was sure Mia was asleep, like a coward. 

~~~~~<3

The morning came with the harsh sunlight of the desert. He was becoming accustomed to it. It also brought with it the weight of Tom’s last day with them for a few weeks. 

Mia seemed to tip toe around him until she left for work, feeling the same awkward tension in the air that he did. 

“Did you and mom get into a fight?” Sally had asked as the door latched shut behind Mia.

“Why do you say that?” Tom asked, leaning against the counter and finally relaxing. 

Sally shrugged. “It’s different.” 

“Sometimes adults just act different.” Tom offered, “It doesn’t mean we got in a fight.”

“Is it because of me?” Sally’s little lip quivered as questions came fast. “You’re not going to stay gone, right?”

“I promise you,” Tom came around the counter to kneel in front of Sally, “I will come back. You didn’t do anything. Your mom didn’t do anything. It’s just grown up stuff that makes me worry sometimes about all sorts of things that have nothing at all to do with you.” He felt like a fish out of water having this conversation without Mia there to guide him. 

“Okay,” Sally said and just like that, the topic was closed letting Tom return to his tasks in the kitchen. 

“You should go on a date.” 

“Why do you think that?” Tom asked, cutting up a bowl of fruit for his tiny companion. 

“Because that’s what boyfriends do,” Tom couldn’t deny such a statement. “And I don’t want you to go away and not come back.”

“Sally, I am going to go but I will come back here.” 

“But what if you don’t?” Sally pushed a slice of apple around her plate. “What if you go away and decide you don’t like Mommy and me anymore?”

“I won’t.” Tom took her little hand in his. It was sticky thanks to the fruit.

“Dad said he wouldn’t leave either.” Sally softly said.

Tom knew then that this was a continuation of last night. He made his way around the counter and took a seat on the barstool right next to Sally. He wanted every bit of her attention on him. 

“I am going to come back,” Tom said seriously, “I promise. I am not going to get tired of you and leave. I’m not going to get upset with you and leave. I’m not going to get into a fight so big with your mom that I leave. When I have to travel for work or to see my family, I am going to come back. I am always going to come back.”

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Mia was sitting at the food court table with an oversized T-shirt and leggings over the skimpy mini dress and stockings. It was usually how she took her breaks. If you looked like part of the Vegas attraction, you were approached even if you were obviously on your lunch break.

On the table next to her food, her phone buzzed to life. Tom was always good about providing her updates about his day with Sally. It didn’t surprise her that Sally had been worried about Tom leaving them. She expected the text to be another update about Sally’s insecurity. 

Tom: How do you feel about going out tonight?

Mia frowned at her phone. She wasn’t usually one for going out after work but this was Tom’s last night.

Mia: Sally probably won’t want to be with a sitter.

Tom responded nearly instantly: It was her idea

Tom: You wanted to see my work, right?

He sent the information for a listing for Thor at the theater near the apartment. The movie poster was small but clicking on it, she could see a superhero man with a hammer on a dark backdrop. Above him floated four faces, including one that looked so similar to the man she knew and yet so very different. 

Tom: Sally wants us to go out on a date. Said it would make her feel better

Mia: Are you using Sally to manipulate me?

Tom: Is it working?

Tom: And she started it, using her little puppy eyes to manipulate me

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Sally was very excited to hear that her mother agreed to go out on a date with Tom. Tom had to direct and guide the little girl in her picking out his outfit for the night. Without his assistance, the child would run wild and while he was eager to indulge her, he has to keep some standards. 

Tom knew there was little chance he could get away with going to see his own movie and not get recognized. While he would have loved to wear whatever Sally picked on her own but the idea of sky blue slacks with a black suit jacket and a red shit really didn’t work. Luke would skin him alive. The shit he gets for his running leggings under his shorts was bad enough. 

Together they refined his wardrobe choice to a dark wash pair of jeans and a simple white cotton v neck shirt. It was light and airy. Casual. They added his black leather jacket, old and worn to a comfortable softness. 

Okay, maybe Sally just thought she got to pick out the outfit. 

Next he helped direct her through picking out Mia’s outfit for the night. Tom hoped she wouldn’t mind being dressed up like a doll. 

Sally went from dress to dress, looking and dismissing each one in turn. Tom waited and watched while he texted Mia the time. He was excited to take her out for the night, even if it meant seeing his own movie. They hadn’t gotten much time together one on one outside the domestic bliss of the apartment. 

Leaving weighed heavy on his mind after the night they had the night before. It was too soon to leave, emotions between the three raw and festering. That was as close to a fight as they had so far. 

There was a weird tension in the air since. He hoped that spending the evening together would clear it and he could leave the next day with them at a good place. 

He wanted them to be back in a place where he could call and it feel casual, comfortable. A place where it would feel like he was calling home. 

It was more than that though. Tom’s feelings had grown over the few weeks they had been married. He cared deeply for them. For Mia. There was a deep longing in his heart to be trusted. 

To be needed. 

To be wanted. 

It made him question how relationships were defined and the true meaning of emotions. If they had not been married, would she call him her boyfriend? He would call her his, that much he knew. But would he have stayed for all the pushing away she had done?

Probably not. 

He knew that too. That was the power of marriage. That was the power of their marriage and he was thankful for it. 

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Mia knew time was short as she slammed the door to the car behind her. Traffic was a nightmare. Tom had probably gotten reservations somewhere nice and she had to find the right dress to shove herself in and hope she looked half decent. 

There was no way Tom could fly under the radar at his own movie. This would be it, her first interaction with her husband’s fans. The second official outing as the actor’s wife. 

She jogged up the stairs, thankful for the tennis shoes she had changed into. She hadn’t been great about remembering to leave early enough to change at work rather than wearing the skimpy dress to and from in the last few weeks. Routine changes really were hard for her and she was still very much struggling to remember to leave in time.

This time she had and while she hadn’t time to change out of the dress, she did have time to switch out the neck breaking heels for sneakers. She needed every ounce of speed she could get. 

“I’m sorry,” She said, busting through the door and startling Tom. “Traffic was a nightmare, there was an accident-”

“Sally picked out a dress for you. I’ll figure out dinner. Don’t worry, just go change.” Tom swept her up for a fleeting moment of greeting, arms wrapping around her in a hug. 

Mia wrapped an arm around Tom and leaned into him as she made her way past. It was more instinctual than intentional, fleeting hug in the motion of moving around each other that resulted in feet slowing for a fleeting moment as she looked into his deep eyes. She caught herself as she had gone too far though. 

Tom could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Was she going to kiss him? Why did the thought send his heart into fits? They had kissed before. They had kissed the night before even. 

She had wanted to kiss him but instead ran to her bedroom. Their bedroom, she corrected herself. Navigating a not marriage marriage was by far the most confusing thing she had every done. 

There wasn’t time to critique the dress Sally had picked out. It was one she had purchased on a whim but never had any reason to wear. It felt too fancy to wear to a movie but she had no idea what Tom had planned for dinner. 

This was a date. People dressed up for dates, right? Tom had looked wonderfully casual in the living room however. 

Fuck it, she thought, she didn’t have time to overthink it. 

Reaching behind, she unzipped the dress and let the slinky fabric free from her, trusting Tom not to walk in rather than taking the time to hide in the closet. Wiggling out of it, she let if fall to the ground and kicked it to the corner to be delt with later. Her current bra and panties joined the pile as she walked. 

There wasn’t time to worry about being modest. Now was the time for speed and efficiency. Grabbing a thong from the laundry basket of clean clothes waiting to be put away, she stumbled while trying to put it on as she walked. 

Turning on the shower, she grabbed the shower head and leaned forward. The water hadn’t had a chance to warm up and it felt like glacier water was running over her hair. She made quick work of washing it. It wasn’t the most through job but it would get most of the smell of cigarettes out of her hair.

She towel dried her hair while making her way back to the bed. Sighing, she glared down at the dress she was sure would make her look too… something. Or not enough something. Again, she wished she could search for something else.  

Scrunching and rubbing her hair, she grabbed a bra from her dresser and put it on. Mia wasn’t even sure if she could fit into this dress anymore or if it would look decent on her. Maybe it wouldn’t even fit. 

Putting it on wasn’t the easiest thing. The dress was made up of a black sheath strapless dress that only reached to her mid thighs and was extremely elastic. On top of this was a long sleeve, high neck lace dress with golden embroidered details.

The black inner dress was short and skin tight the whole way down. There was enough stretch in both layers of fabric to allowed her to wiggle into it but it looked a lot like a snake trying to shed it’s skin played in reverse. The outer lace layer was secured to the bodice of the inner dress. A scalloped hem ran a circle around her throat and the sleeves rested low, caressing the back of her hands. 

Where the skirt of the black dress clung to her thighs, the sheer skirt gathered and swept out in waves of lace that cascaded from just above her knee at the highest point and down, caressing her ankles in the back in a elegant dip hem. 

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He clung to her, panting as aftershocks rocked through him. Her lips found his neck as she caressed his back without a care for the sheen of sweat on his skin. With limbs that felt weighted down by lead, he rolled off of her. 

She curled into his side. That had to be a good sign, he told himself. God, he hoped it had been as good for her as it had been for him. 

“That’s just the first time.” He said, catching his breath. 

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” She asked, voice slurred as she nuzzled into his arm. It was clear she was very relaxed, perhaps even beginning to doze off. He hoped that was a sign of her post orgasmic bliss, a sign that he had delivered for her more than just his own release. 

“I do,” Tom mused, “That’s how I knew I wanted to marry you. Do you?”

“Yeah,” The words were mumbled.

Tom looked down at her, his wife. Her eyes were hardly more than slits and sleep was quickly claiming her. She was beautiful, he thought. There was a softness to every curve of her. Her hair was wild from their lovemaking and his hands. 

The imperfections on her body made her more real under his finger tips as he caressed her naked skin. 

“Do you want some water, Dear?” Tom asked, only getting a mumbled response that may have been a word.

The world shifted and spun under his feet as he stood up. Bracing himself against the furniture, he made his way to the trashcan to discard the condom. From the sink he downed three glasses of tap water, cringing slightly at the taste of the hotel’s tap water. 

Navigating back to the bed with what had started as a full glass, he left a trail of splashes behind him. His hand and leg was wet with spilled water as he brought the remainder to her. 

His wife. 

~~~~~<3

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Itward...

*gasp from the audience*

With reader...

*another dramatic gasp*

Who is scared of Itward leaving them because they're "too old"!

*even more dramatic gasp*

Not in a grandma/grandpa way. In the way "hey you're every childs imaginary friend right? Riiight. Uh. So what happens.. once the child isn't a child anymore?......"

They turned 14 or 16, maybe the latter would be better, and realize that. Holy shit. From a legal standpoint they're half an adult now. Will he leave them? Will they forget about him, given the "every childs imaginary friend" status you can assume grown ups maay have forgotten about him(no you cant. Reader is just too paranoid to think normally)? I think it would also be fun if it escalated from jealousy and worry - Itward started coming to hang out less and less, where os he? Oh, he probably was with another kid.. sure... while dear itward just has important buisness to do because something on his ship broke and to fix it/change out the broken parts after trial and error of finding them is gonna take some time. They're more clingy, more desparate - even if they don't show it, and just appear more emotional.. it worries him, has something happened? Had he missed anything?

OBV PLATONIC DAD ITWARD DHKHKDHKD

Itward w/ a reader who's growing up! (Platonic)!

SPEED RUNNING THIS CUZ I GOTTA START MAKIMF CHICKEN ALREDO SOON BJT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO SO MUCH

I feel like even before you start to few up, itward isnt always there with you every might since he has to juggle around so many kids as well as take care of other things

But with that being said, you notice that hes stopping by less and less; although he does sincerely apologize for any lateness and such

For whatever reason itward came into your life; be it you needing a friend or other reasons, you and itward develop a father/child relationship

He was there when you needed someone to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay. He was there to share your accomplishments and milestones. And he has plans to keep it that way

Personally I think at some point itward fazes himself out of a childs life when they dont need him anymore, like when their situation gets better of theyre safe from outside forces. Typically he does it when they're still young, out of fear that someone talking about their "imaginary friend" will lead to complications

But I'm getting a little side tracked from the requests idea, right now...

You're different, for really any reason, and he decided to stick around. I mean it's not unheard of that hes shown up for older kids (Clara and mia are the main example)

Notices you're a little off, as if you have something on your mind

Gently presses for information, but I don't think he would corner you for a confession

He let's you know that you can talk to him about anything and he wont ever be upset at you if you've done something

Itward has a habit of talking about stuff hes done; be it with his own hobbies or about his other kids

He notices your face kind of fall when he talks about this new kid hes recently started reading bedtime stories too

Asks once again if you're okay but wont push for an answer

Imagine the truth spills when hes late one night to visit you, on a night where he promised to see you.. but let's say, he needed to get some fuel for his ship.. thus the delay and he finds you getting all up in your head :(

Maybe even crying

Oh his poor heart, he gently settles himself down on the bed next to you and rubs your back; he doesnt wanna hug you out of nowhere and risk making you uncomfortable

You just spill out all your thoughts and oh his poor heart (again!)

Of course you wont forget about him, infact I don't think he has the ability to erase peoples memories.. even if he did I dont think he would do it unless the situation is dire

Hes so so apologetic about neglecting you these past few weeks/months, he assures you that hes not going to go anywhere

In fact if you want him gone youre gonna have to tell him yourself; and he might even hover to the side to make sure you're doing fine

Tries to clear room in his schedule to hang out with you more, even offers to take you on overnight adventures with him if it's not too dangerous (assuming you still live in the third reality and with your family)

Hugs, lots of hugs! Itward gives the best hugs, I think... as long as you ignore hes cold and hes a skeleton..! Its the feeling he puts into it that matters!

Very hard to fix given he has to take his other kids into consideration

Obviously we dont know how many kids hes helping at once, but given he said hes "the one many children talk about" and the fact hes canonically labeled as a wanderer (safe to assume hes always. You know. Wandering and exploring), I would assume it would at least be a few but not a lot at any given time; afterall theres only one of him

[terminalisms]

caved so quick to the 2nd muse impulse o mein gott......throwing sejoon into the mix with another minimal stats page + round two of rambly character intros 😵‍💫 if u are interested in plotting just like this post or add me on discord!! (tip.toph) 🥰

tw! mentions of terminal illness, death of a parent

only son to 2 anomalies. plain jane working class background

in a past life, dad is still a top tier hardboiled detective who doesn't gotta think about the fact he has a wife and kid at home

in this one, mom is inconveniently out of the picture for......... [vague gestures] reasons and he has to hunker down into single father life fast. ends up opening a restaurant in order to be able to provide

but in spite of all of this his childhood isn't so bad! he and his dad are close despite obvious stark differences in personality, which can be summed up as naive softie vs cynical hardass. even if sejoon's too trusting ways has dad up at night wondering how the hell is this kid gonna survive on his own

also dad: [does the absolute most to keep him shielded and sheltered cause he's Seen Things and as a parent's bare minimum that means letting a kid being a kid. which means shoving things deep under a rug and the default response to any inkling of curiosity being "Don't worry about it"]

until sejoon's anomaly kicks in at 12-13 by making a patron's chair float on accident and his dad's like k. better late than never......

its a little (ok a lot) hard to coach sejoon through controlling his abilities considering dad's own anomaly is not anything remotely close to moving things w his mind (its memory manipulation btw for some hwang fam #trivia) and sejoon is like ): but this is so cool why shouldnt i wanna show it off......

their deeply anti-anomaly district with equally staunchly anti-anomaly neighbors, friends, politicians being a VERY good reason not to: (:

dad: wear this patch thingie. dont ask why just do what i say

(thank god for nullivi huh like seriously)

doesnt stop the bubble bursting with when people realize ur not "human" they treat u different but ykw.........the sun is still shining and the world is much much bigger than their humble slice of daegu for EVERYONE to be that way

sua's open for admissions just around the time sejoon's thinking about higher ed AND broadening his horizons. gets in on arts scholarship and off he goes

baby bird leaving the nest turns fish out of the water. college and seoul are a bit of an adjustment but exciting all the same. and he does thrive! gets involved in the sporting rallies, really developing his artistic vision, has a social life, and gets to be his #true self among fellow anomalies the whole enchilada

things only really go downhill in the last 6 months of his undergrad with 2 wrecking balls: a devastating breakup and (TW: ILLNESS, DEATH) his dad being diagnosed by stage iv lung cancer

its right after graduation that sejoon immediately falls off the face of the earth for 3 years to be his father's sole caretaker until his death (END OF TW) no one i mean no one knows what he was doing or where he is

but hes back now to do his mfa!! let the bella loca where the hell have u been-isms begin

vibe wise hes bright, social, easy to talk to but can also be kind of spacey eccentric and the ultimate pacifist. the type that makes u feel like u guys are sooo close but then when u reflect ur like actually idk if i really know much about him at all (which!! is not totally intentional he just makes for a better listener and is great at making conversation about what YOU have to say). these days that same can do energy is there but it doesnt feel the same if u look too close but its fine!!! everything is fine

plots that are marginally better than the first time around but not by much:

friends who were blindsided by him going mia without warning

friends who are gracious enough (or equally ??????? avoidant? weird even) to pick up where they left off like nothing happened in the first place

people who dont even know who he is so like none of the above for his sob story doesnt even really matter

this is really really limited to one (1) person but somebody who managed to run into him in the three years that he was laying low

will require extensive plotting but the ex......not necessarily endgame but i am in the mood for some bittersweet woulda shoulda coulda's, angst and answering the penultimate question of: why did we break up?

former teammates? i imagine he was part of house samjoko during undergrad

ur a stranger feeling nosy and ur ultimate mission is figuring out where hes been. he lets u speculate

u need someone to do ur graphics. can be contractual pro bono whatevah.......

im running out of steam here but i am open to it all please hmu

[twstinginthewind]

I'm so late for that, but hello,

Can I ask 💌 for between any of our OCs please ? Thank you in advance !

As if I could refuse the author of these cute OC interaction prompts? That would be unthinkable!

(Hi!! Darned nice to have ya here! Apologies for using another character w no profile yet but hopefully you'll get a good idea of what she's like from her letter.)

--

(In an envelope covered with sparkly cat stickers....)

Dear Ptolemy~~

It was really fantastic to get to meet you at the NRC/RSA social dance last week! I wasn't really sure what to expect, to be honest. One of my dorm mates was mentally preparing for it like it was going to be some sort of gang fight, but then Vil - he's our housewarden, you know? He wasn't exactly thrilled about going because of the big rivalry between our schools (but also because of a personal rivalry apparently? Which to me is silly because doesn't he have a friend that attends there?) Anyway! Vil told him not to be so uncivilized and then made sure that he and I and the other freshmen in the dorm all brushed up on our basic ballroom dances, because he "wouldn't be outdone" or whatever, and oh!

Sorry~! I kind of went off on a bit of a tangent there. But the point! The point is that I was REALLY glad that we went to the trouble to learn all of that stuff, because I got a chance to dance with you, twice! And it was so very nice and almost like a happy dream. I wanted to let you know how much fun it was getting a chance to really get up close and personal with you and the others from your school, and that I think that the boys in my dorm were being SO silly about it all! I mean, you were a real gentleman, and you didn't mind that I kept on giggling, and even said my tail was cute! It was a fantastic time.

I hope that you remember me as well as I remember you! I was the cat beastman girl with the cute glasses and the bright red shoes and my big sister said I spent way too much time at the snack table but what does she know, she didn't even dance so much, and anyway I hope this letter gets to you! I didn't manage to get your last name after all, so I hope your mail distributor is able to find you and get this into your hands! Do you think we might get to dance together again sometime? I'd really really like that.

Sincerely,

Ms. Mia Sealponte, age 16

Pomefiore Dormitory, Night Raven College

PS - I'm sorry I stepped on your toes!!!

[tickletastic]

Faerie Dust

Fandom: The Folk of the Air

Ship: Cardan/Jude, Heather/Vivi

Summary: Cardan learns about the mortal customs of Halloween, and what humans think the fey look like. Day three of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: villain!

Halloween feels silly when you grew up in Elfhame, different species of mythical creatures around every corner. Particularly silly when you have a tail that you have to hide each day, yet now, for a day, it is socially acceptable.

Cardan thinks Halloween is silly, he does, but his addiction to mortal candies and the image of Jude wearing a ‘fairy’ costume could make it tolerable. Cardan had scoffed, saying the costume bordered on offensive, but Jude had said it’s for the best that humans don’t know what the fey actually look like, and green is her colour.

Jude had shown Cardan Peter Pan, a movie she remembered distantly having watched with her parents, though she hadn’t seen it since leaving the mortal world. She suggests Peter and Tink as a cute couple’s costume, after, of course, explaining to Cardan what a couple’s costume is. Cardan, however, was not at all interested in dressing as Peter Pan, but interested in the caricature humans had created of pirates. He insisted for weeks for Jude to allow him to dress up as Captain Hook, and when Cardan convinced Oak to be Smee, Jude finally broke. Heather and Vivi would go as Peter and Wendy, Jude and Oak would be Captain Hook and Smee, and Jude would be stuck parading around as what the humans think a fairy looks like.

When they were getting into their costumes, Cardan had discovered, much to his dismay, that his costume hook was made out of foam. 

“It’s a costume, Cardan, humans don’t usually put their best tools towards temporary wares,” Jude explained, poking the end of the hook with her finger. 

“For what reason?” Cardan asked, furrowing his eyebrows, “in Elfhame even that which is meant for a single night is made out of the finest of fabrics.” 

“It’s fine, Cardan,” Jude smiles, walking towards him, “it’s just for a single night. If it matters that much we’ll get Taryn to have next year’s costume made in Elfhame.”

“I will hold you to that,” He grins, pulling her in.

“I would expect nothing less,” Jude responds, leaning in for a kiss. She closes her eyes, tilting her head to the right as she continues to lean in before she is moving away with a jolt, hands batting at Cardan’s. “Cahahardan nohoho!”

Cardan laughs, following Jude until she’s collapsed on their bed, giggling while Cardan’s fingers explore her sides. “My dear queen, if only your kingdom knew about your weakness.”

“Shuhut up!” Jude laughs, cheeks going bright red at her boyfriend’s teases. She reaches out blindly, hoping to hit anything, and she is satisfied when Cardan pulls away with a yelp. 

She quickly bounces back, giggles still freely flowing, following Cardan to the ground as his knees buckle from the rib tickling. 

“JUHUDE!” Cardan screeches, shaking his head back and forth, “STAHAHAP!”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Jude grins, her fingers spidering up his ribs and under his arms, “I’ve hear the kingdom call you cruel, boyish, crude, and irritable, but never have I heard them call you ticklish. Their sources must be mixed up.”

Cardan’s eyes shoot open, and his hands reach up to tickle Jude’s tummy. She laughs shrilly, snorts peppered throughout, but her hands remain on Cardan’s torso. The two of them quickly end up in a messy, uncoordinated ball of laughter, each of them trying to get the upper hand. 

Finally, Jude’s hands run down to Cardan’s hipbones, and he throws his head back, screaming, his hands becoming entirely useless. “OKAHAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!”

Jude’s fingers pull away, collapsing next to Cardan on the ground. They lay side by side on the floor, panting as they try to catch their breath. Cardan places his right hand over Jude’s left on the carpet, stroking his thumb against it. 

“We’re gonna behe late,” Jude laughs, turning her head to look at Cardan, hair all over and eyes filled with mirth. 

“I believe the humans would say we’ll be fashionably late,” he corrects, grinning as if he’s satisfied with himself.

“Oh, shut up,” Jude says, sitting up, “c’mon King Cardan, we’ve got places to be.”

[laifelow]

I dunno how I'm always late for reviexing eurovision entries (some I check out immidiatly, but others...... God I'm so late)

Thoughts (in no particular order)

Check this post for Ireland, Norway, Belgium, Albania, Slovenia, Spain, Ukraine.

Finland : Käärijä - Cha Cha Cha. I'm in tears. It's so good. What a lad. By far one of my fav this year. The charisma. The dancers. The colors. CHACHACHA. It's about getting drunk af. An absolute athem.

Czech Republic : Vesna - My Sister's Crown. Oh yeah, it's good. Did I ever mention how much I love trad sounds? Especially the white voice singing and harmonies? (yes, I did). It's a bit underwhelming at the verses, but the chorus is f i n e.

France : La Zarra - Evidemment. I can't deny that her voice is great, and huh..... she gorgeous. Not a fan of the dance elements, but, well, it's fine. VERY FRENCH THO. I what can I say? I don't like the majority of french pop. But she can sing.

Italy : Marco Mengoni - Due Vite. Why does everybody love it? It's boring? He's a good singer, no questions there, but... it's a ballad. Don't get me wrong, some ballad are great. Just not this one. The weakest italian entries in years if you ask me.

Serbia : Luke Blake - Samo Mi Se Spava. wtf it's great. I'm loving how much of what my friends calls "berliner night club" vibe we're getting this year.

Netherlands : Mia Nikolai & Dion Cooper - Burning Daylight. I'm pretty sure this one will grow on me, esp if they have a good stage presence (sing w/ your guts and you're good). But pretty underwhelming.

Croatia : Let 3 - Mama ŠČ!. Big fan of whaterver is gooing here. Dunno what's they're sniffing , but I want some. Do I love the song? No. But I'm glad it's there. (kinda catchy tho) Hope they go to finals

Moldova : Pasha Parfeni - Soarele si Luna. I'm crying. The esc Gods have listened to me. There is SO MUCH trad techno this year. I'm ascending. Alvan & Ahez would be so proud. I'm sure are. The fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuute T-T

Australia : Voyager - Promise. Yeah, I like it! It's good! I hope they'll hgave a good live performance!

Poland: Blanka - Solo. Oh no. No, this one is not good. She's off key. It's bland af. Pass. Jann was JUST THERE.

Estonia : Alika - Bridges. Well, there's a ballad I can get under. Not really my jam, but it's good.

Germany : Lord of the Lost - Blood and Glitter. Can't believe Germany finally decided to stop being lame. I'm proud of you guys. You're a good neighbour once in a while.

Cyprus : Andrew Lambrou - Break a Broken Heart. Side note : what a title. Also, can Cyprus do anything aside from pop? Like, they're good a it, but still... Nothing special here, move on.

Denmark : Reily - Breaking My Heart. Side note : heh, title. This one kinda pisses me off, bcause I don't like It, but also.... I'm vibbing to it?????

Iceland : Diljà - Power. Heh. I guess it's fine.

Malta : The Busker - Dance (Our Own Party). I'm so weak to sax solos, I'm almost ashamed. So yeah, I like it :) They have this Lake Malawi kind of charm.

Lithuania : Monika Linkyté - Stay. Guys........ I'm really triying to make an effort here, but why your ballads have to be so generic?

San Marino. Piqued Jacks - Like An Animal. Welp, this has potential.

Latvia. Sudden Lights - Aijà. I really want to like this one, but the live version is just underwhelming. The studio version slaps, tho.

Romania : Theodor Andrei - D.G.T (Off and On). I'm not sure. It's good, but also it's meh. It lacks a littke something, but I like it I think.

I'm impressed, we're actually getting a really good year! I can't wait to pressure my friends into watching the final with me!

Also, I'm loving the national langages this year!

[itsivyberry]

Hi! I’d like to request a Draco Malfoy x reader please :D they are brewing amortentia in potions class and when Draco is asked to describe what he smells, y/n is shocked to find that all the scents that he listed is actually the exact smell of her perfumes and that’s how she discovers that Draco Malfoy fancies her Thank you!

ooooo such a fun request!! thank you for sending it in @elia-the-bibliophile <3

*•~.✰

sparkling pink pepper

warnings: some cursing, sarcasm (literally if you don’t understand sarcasm idk if you’ll like this), FLUFF but I shouldn’t leave that as a warning, also this isn’t set like the scene in half-blood prince

word count: 704

taglist: @drawlfoy @fanficflaneuse

*•~.✰

The students sitting in the potions classroom were conversing among themselves when Y/N and Draco walked through the classroom.

The two teenagers were bickering about something quietly, but it was evident they were both angry.

“Oh shut it, Draco. You didn’t need to trip me in the courtyard!” Y/N whisper-yelled to him, stopping in the doorway and waving her hands about.

“I didn’t mean to! You were the one who decided to walk right over to where my foot was sticking out.” Draco whisper-yelled back, smirking to himself.

“I don’t want to deal with you anymore. Find a new partner for today.” Y/N stuck her hand in his face to stop him from saying anything more.

“Hmmm, let me think about it. No, you may not not be my partner.” Draco grabbed her wrist to move her hand, craning his neck forward and bending down to talk to her.

Y/N just scoffed in response, yanking her wrist free and walking away to find a table to sit at. Draco followed closely behind, sitting right next to her.

Just as they both set their bags on the ground, Professor Snape whisked into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Does anybody know what potion is sitting on this desk right here?” Snape motioned to his desk where a bright pink potion simmered, the same color steam floating just above it. Small hearts rose from the steam and popped in the air.

Hermione Granger, as expected, stuck her hand in the air. “Yes, Miss Granger?” Snape asked, unamused by her enthusiasm.

“It’s Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.” Her words were cut short through Y/N’s ears as Draco leaned over.

“Can you believe this? He’s making us brew a love potion.” He scoffed a little too loudly for Professor Snape’s liking.

“Mr. Malfoy. Would you like to do the honors and enlighten us on what you smell?” Snape scowled at him. “Yes, sir.” Draco complied, standing from his stool.

He took a whiff, pondering the scent before he stood back to look at the professor. “I smell fresh laundry, pink bubblegum, and sparkling pink pepper perfume.” Draco said.

Students giggled from around him, murmuring to themselves. Y/N, however, sat slack-jawed at her stool, staring directly at her friend.

She’s realized it almost immediately; him teasing, saying she always smelled like fresh laundry, her always chewing the same brand of pink bubblegum from Honeydukes, and one of the main ingredients in her favorite perfume.

“You will begin brewing this potion at the end of the week. As of now, you need to write an essay on every ingredient and why they are crucial. Class dismissed.” Snape walked out of the room, snapping Y/N from her realization.

“That class was short, wasn’t it? Probably could’ve skipped.” Draco walked back to his seat, slinging the strap of his bag over his shoulder.

Y/N just starred at him, almost no emotion showing. “What? Why’re you staring like a creep?” Draco just looked back at her, squinting slightly.

“You do realize what you described when you smelled that stupid potion, right?” Y/N tilted her head just slightly, sneering the word ‘stupid.’

“Oh you’ve got to been shitting me. That isn’t how I wanted to tell you. Just leave me to sulk in my own misery, wont you?” Draco brought his hands to cover his face that had flushed a brilliant shade of crimson.

“Ah, back to making assumptions, are we?” Y/N leaned over to look at him after he turned away from her.

“Don’t you dare say you like me back. Don’t make this sappy, it’s already humiliating.” Draco looked at her, pure sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Sucks for you buddy, but it looks like we both fell for each other.” Y/N clapped his shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips as she sucked in a bit of air.

“Well, in that case, how would you like to accompany me on a walk to the docks? To talk about these feelings?” Draco held his arm out, a smile playing on his lips as well.

“Gladly.” Y/N finally smiled, looping her arm around his.

a/n: I LOVE THIS WHAT THE FRICK👺 anyways I hope you all enjoyed <3 I usually try not to write stuff where mcs admit feelings like immediately but I couldn’t pass up this request !!!! love u all