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[mclqren]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ★ FC43

PAIRING ✦ franco colapinto x fem!sargeant!reader

SUMMARY ✦ with your brother's seat being taken by your admirer of the past year, you try your best to stay clear, but it's hard when franco is trying so goddamn hard to get your attention [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, very minor hate comments

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ i am NOT fluent in italian or spanish so please correct me if i've messed up on either of them! i count this as the best of both worlds because i love having franco on the grid but i'm missing my goat logan. the faceclaim i've used is marissa long but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername logie, my bestest friend and the best older brother i could ever ask for. i am so so SO proud of you and the journey you have had during your formula one seasons. so many memories have been made, and i know that i will never ever forget the times we spent in the williams paddock, just having fun together (& bullying alex, obviously). the williams social media page won't be the same without me posting slips of you. trust me when i say this isn't the end, but simply the beginning. lots of love always and forever, y/n 💗

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logansargeant ❤️

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yourusername someone hit me up with an italian man please, i love this country

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user4 oh she's taking it

user5 mother as perrrr

user6 the sargeant genetics are LETHALLL

user7 please someone tell me why is she in italy if her brother doesn't drive for williams anymore?

user8 she's the williams social media manager!! she started in the same year as logan x

logansargeant baby sis ❤️

yourusername love you sm 💗

francolapinto did you know i'm actually half italian?

francolapinto sei molto bella🙏🙏 (you are very pretty)

user9 second year running and he's after y/n AGAIN IM CRYING

user10 after taking her brother's seat too PLEASEEE he has guts i have to give it to him

user11 FRANCO'S COMMENT I'M DYINGGGG

user12 and the way she's ignoring it too oh my days 😭 it's been a year and he's still on this

imessages ( y/n )

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yourusername week off 🍏

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user16 farm girl???

user17 where is she 😭😭

yourusername my best friend's farm 💗

user18 multi-talented girl fr

user19 she looks like she BELONGS fr

user20 she def doesn't want to go back to the old 9-5

yourusername oh def not

yourbsf my angel 🪽🤍

yourusername best time w you alwaysss 💗

francolapinto never wanted to be a goat so badly

user21 I AM PISSING MYSELF

user22 HE IS SO BLATANT AT THIS POINTTTT

user23 @/yourusername PLEASE WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON FRANCO'S COMMENTS

user24 she def won't answer but it's still so fucking funny i can't

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yourusername most beautiful place 💗

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user28 beautyyyy

user29 please y/n we need to see your pinterest RIGHT NOW the vibes are everything

user30 okay but...you & franco??

user31 what about letting people have some privacy, hm?

user32 oh wowwww

francolapinto not as beautiful as you 😉❤️

yourusername 🤣🤣

user33 FRANCO YOU DID IT!!!

user34 watch as franco puts y/n noticed x1 in his bio now

user35 THE WAY HE ACTUALLY DID IT. GIRL...

user34 I AM CREASING I CANNOT

lilymhe baby girl 😍

yourusername my lilypad i love you to bits!!

logansargeant are you sure you and that lion aren't twins

yourusername i'm thinking we were separated at birth??

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williamsracing and just like that, mr colapinto is a point scorer in formula one, in his second ever race!! congratulations franco, take a bow 👏💗

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user38 CONGRATULATIONS FRANCOOO!!

user39 big question is...which admin posted this?

user40 one MILLION percent y/n. no doubt about it.

user41 you can tell y/n posted this bc of her signature pink heart HAHA

user42 i just know somewhere franco is kicking his feet and giggling over y/n telling him to take a bow for his performance

user43 oh franco colapinto you have won me over

user44 seeing this and lowkey feeling so sad for logan

user45 no but imagine how y/n must feel?? her brother just leaving and having to post this, she must hate franco right about now

user46 honestly, judging by the post race interview, i think y/n is fine with franco scoring points, tbh!

yourusername 👏👏💗

francolapinto hearts ❤️

user47 I AM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE??

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imessages ( y/n )

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yourusername 🦢🦢

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user48 IS MISS Y/N OUT ON A DATE???

user49 facecard could kill.

user50 Y/N ON A DATE WHO CHEERED

user51 someone check up on franco like right now.

user52 either franco is the guy in the pictures and that's why he's not commenting, or he's entered a depressive state

user53 knowing his dramatic ass it could be either

alex_albon mystery man 👀🤑

yourusername shhhh albon

logansargeant i'll fight him if he hurts you 😁

yourusername love you too logie 🧸

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yourusername city break 🇦🇷

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user54 FRANCO CAMEO FRANCO CAMEO THIS IS NOTTTT A DRILL

user55 I AM SCREAMING

user56 alexa play how you get the girl by taylor swift

user57 she's in his hometown...so this serious stuff now

user58 Y/N I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

francolapinto 😁❤️❤️

yourusername 💗💗

logansargeant willing to fly out to collect you if i have to 🫡

yourusername i promise you i'm fine 💗

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francolapinto 1 AÑO DESPUÉS… ¡¡TENGO A LA CHICA!! ¡¡VAMOS!! la persona más hermosa por dentro y por fuera, con el corazón más grande que jamás haya existido. estoy tan feliz en este momento que las palabras no pueden explicarlo. te amo te amo te amo ❤️ (1 YEAR LATER… I GOT THE GIRL!! COME ON!! the most beautiful person inside and out, with the biggest heart that ever lived. i am so happy right now that words cannot explain it. i love you i love you i love you ❤️)

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user59 original y/n franco fans RISE

user60 WE ARE THE REAL WINNERS!!

user61 oh he is in love for real

user62 need someone to love me how he loves y/n

user63 their love is so so special

user64 okay but how's logan feeling about all this...? must be so awkward...

user65 judging by his comment...i think he's doing absolutely fine 🤣

logansargeant hurt her and i'm at your doorstep. 😊

francolapinto will never be a problem 🫡

yourusername you're the cutest ever

yourusername FRANCO 🤣🤣

francolapinto let me share my love for you, no?

yourusername i wanna kiss you so bad rn

logansargeant keep it pg-13 please.

yourusername logan.

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TAGS ✦ @shepgurl ; @blushmimi ; @nyxx-knight ; @fall-bambi ; @suns3treading ; @wowzees ; @d3kstar ; @poppysrin ; @ailooosworld ; @joalslibrary ; @dejavuontrack ; @dripostsstuff ; @kaylassturniolo

[tinystarbites]

accidents pt. 1.5 | Spencer Reid x Reader

Okay so, WOW. I am completely blown away by the response to my first fic on here, 120 followers in 6 days are you guys okay? Because I am definitely not :,). While accidents pt. II isnt quite finished just yet (thank you so much for being so patient with me<3 uni is kicking my ass already rip), I thought I'd give you all a small sneak peek, aka the first 800-ish words of the second part. I hope you enjoy and thank you all so so much for the generous feedback so far!! <333 I'll go rewatch my genetics lecture now yippie :,,,,)

here you can read the entire first part, please head the warnings! Same ones apply here. also, if you wanna get tagged in pt. II, let me know in the comments!

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Spencer’s never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.

His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-

It’s you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he can’t just-

“Spencer?”

He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-

“Uh, yeah, just a second!”, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-

He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and –

“Okay, I’ll just…chill with that weird plant here.”

An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.

After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that it’s not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.

And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.

For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.

“Hi.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesn’t know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.

You’re not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelope’s.

“Hi to yourself”, you chuckle, “Can I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?”

Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.

“Only seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.”

He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you don’t hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.

Spencer’s breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his body’s response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is… a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious he’s trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isn’t enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.

The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what you’re thinking.

“Spencer”, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didn’t make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. “Do you hate me?”

“Wha-“, he sputters your name, “No- no! Of course, I don’t- whe- why would you think that?”

You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. “Because you’ve been acting hella weird these last few days and you won’t tell me whyyyy”, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else he’s just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.

“I haven’t been acting weird, really, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-

“Is it because you saw my nudes?”

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oh spencer, you weren't quite as subtle as you thought. rip my boy. also whooops another cliffhanger? haha my fingers must've slipped my bad

tags: @sebastiansstanswhore @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

[jennaispunk]

Every Time You Go Away

Summary: You have very few vices and the biggest one is Javi. It can never be serious but tell that to your heart.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f! Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst, allusions to smut, fingering (f! receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up, peeps), idiots in love, unspoken feelings, longing, two people who want what they think they can’t have, smoking, reader understands Spanish but does not speak Spanish in this story, reader is shorter than Javi, has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, and can be picked up by him but no other physical description is given, reader has an occupation (she's a teacher). Reader has a nickname (cariño, and one other that I won't spoil here). If i missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: This fic was written for @yopossum mootboard challenge. I love this moodboard so much and I love how much it inspired me. Thanks to @fallingforthearch for being my #1 fan and to @fhatbhabiee for looking this over for me. This is the first thing I’ve written that’s anywhere close to being angsty and it killed me to not give these two a HEA (maybe I will someday)

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Most people would be out on the town on a Friday night, enjoying the bars and nightlife Bogotá has to offer, but not you. You sit at home on your couch, waiting. He’s going to knock on your door any moment now, he always does at this time of night. You sip your glass of wine and stare at the stack of ungraded papers spread over the coffee table. You had assigned your fifth-grade class an essay and now came the laborious task of reading them.

Why you do this to yourself, you’ll never know. Javi doesn’t love you and he probably never will. You are an outlet for him, a place where he can unload his stress and drown his worries inside you. You’re no better than a whore, but at least whores get paid. You let him use you for free. You let him use you and leave and you never ask for anything in return. You’re always there with a soft smile and a willing body. Damn, you wish you could turn him away, tell him that this isn’t working for you anymore, but you can’t. You’re in love with him, you have been since the moment you met at that boring Embassy party. The thought of him not being in your life hurts worse than being his fuck toy; at least you get to touch him, kiss him, give him some sort of comfort.

“Hey, cariño.”

He props himself against the doorframe, his lean body drawn to its full height. His leather jacket creaks as he moves his arm, and heat slowly spreads through your chest.

You silently make way for him to enter your apartment and softly close the door behind him. He moves across your apartment with feline grace, like he owns the place. You suppose he does, in a way. No other man has spent so much time in your apartment since you moved to Columbia.

He prowls over to the small bar near the kitchen and pours himself some whiskey. A soft chuckle fills the air as he realizes it’s his favorite brand. There’s only one store in Bogotà that sells this brand and it’s not that close to the school or your apartment. His heart squeezes in his chest, you really are too sweet for him.

He lands heavily on the couch, the familiar mixture of cigarette smoke, aftershave and whiskey invades your nostrils. The scent fills you with a myriad of emotion and your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth.

He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag as you settle onto the couch next to him. He’s the only one you would ever let smoke in your apartment. You sit close enough to touch him, but you don’t. Javi likes to be in control, and you wait for him to make the first move.

He shouldn’t do this to you. You should be with someone who could give you everything you need….someone who wasn’t him. He wasn’t any good for you, he knew that, yet he showed up at your door like he always does, and you let him in.

He knocks back his whiskey in one fluid gulp, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallows. You look so goddamn sexy in those silky lavender sleep shorts. His left hand clenches and unclenches trying not to jump you right then and there.

“What’s all this?”

He jerks his head toward the chaos in front of you. Leaning forward, he sets his empty class on the table and picks up the top sheet of paper.

The corner of your mouth tugs upward as he studies the paper with intensity. You could almost make yourself believe this is what it would be like if the two of you were actually a couple, the two of you sharing a quiet moment after a long day.

“My students had to write an essay on their dream job. I was trying to get a head start on grading them.”

His signature smirk played on his lips as he read.

“The Ambassador’s son wants to be a DEA agent, huh? Bet she loves that.”

Your soft laughter lifts over the quiet music you had playing in the background. The Ambassador had no love for the DEA agents working in Columbia, especially Javi and his partner Steve.

“Maybe I should have you come in and talk to the class.”

You were only half joking but the thought of the tough and stoic Javier Peña standing up in front of a group of ten year olds makes you smirk.

He drops the paper and loud sigh escapes his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You know exactly what that means.

“Tough day?” you ask quietly.

He tells you about his day while you listen silently. He leaves out the worst parts, of course. He can’t bear to tell you the whole truth, not wanting to subject you to the worst parts of his job. You don’t need that.

His large, warm hand rests on your bare thigh. As he talked, his hand caresses your skin, his fingers kneading your soft flesh. The need to feel you, to possess you is almost overwhelming and he grits his teeth. Those lavender silk pajama shorts are killing him, so much of your creamy flesh is exposed to him. His hand snakes further up your thigh as he takes a deep breath.

You watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed, the heat burning between your thighs. You shouldn’t want this; you know exactly what this is, but you can’t help yourself. You need to hang onto him, even if what you have isn’t real. This is enough. Oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Want a refill?”

You already know the answer. He never gets drunk with you. He never has more than one drink when he’s with you, but you always ask. You’re just buying time, trying to stretch out the time spent together as long as possible.

He shakes his head slowly. His shoulders sag like he’s carrying the weight of the world. He knows he shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t do this, he should have just went to see Vanessa or one of the other girls. He hadn’t done that in weeks. You’re the only one who can give him what he needs.

“Come here, cariño.”

He pulls you into his lap and wraps his hands around your waist, keeping you settled securely in his lap, right over the bulge in his grey jeans. The heat from his body soaks into yours and desire pools at your core.

He couldn’t look you directly in the eyes for more than a few moments at a time. He knew exactly what he’d see there. He’d see the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and he knew that he was ruining you. He knew that you would never ask for more than he gave you and that broke his heart.

His lips crash against yours, his soft tongue plunging deep into your mouth. The wine on your tongue mixed with the whisky on his and he gripped your hips tighter. He wanted to lose himself in you, let you calm his raging soul, if only for a brief time.

Javi’s thick fingers snake up your back and into your hair. His grip is firm, but not painful. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even though that’s exactly what he’s doing. The pain may not be physical, but he was causing you pain, nonetheless.

He tilts your head back, his lips trailing down your neck. Vanilla and cherry fill his nose, a scent that’s uniquely you, driving his need for you even higher.

His teeth lightly graze your skin, and you moan softly. He knows just how to touch you, which parts of you are the most sensitive and he played your body perfectly.

He wraps your legs around his waist as he stands. His mouth is on yours again and he kisses you deeply as he takes the familiar walk toward your bedroom. It’s a trip he’s taken enough times that he doesn’t need his eyes to know where he’s going.

Your body looks so beautiful spread out for him on your soft sheets. You’re always so willing to let him have you anyway he wants. You give yourself to him so freely. How could someone so pure want someone like him? He’s not a good man and he doesn’t pretend to be. He did horrible things, told himself it was for the greater good but was it really? Are the things that he was doing worth it?

Javi slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stood between your parted legs. He knows you like to watch him undress and he is more than happy to give you a show.

His smooth, tan chest is exposed to you little by little, making you throb harder with every pop of the buttons. The belt came next, unlatching it one handed as his other hand strokes your thigh.

You squirm as he unbuttoned his pants, giving you a peek at the small curve of his belly and the strip hair that led to the thing you wanted most.

He gently jerks you to a siting position. Practiced hands pull your tank top over your head, exposing you to him. He kneels before you, his soft lips brushing your neck. You’re so sensitive to him and it only serves to make him even harder.

Teeth gently nip at your exposed skin as he makes his way down your body. You are soft and so much of his world was rough. You soothe him, you make him feel whole.

“Javi…”

Just like always, you’re putty in his hands. You let him mold you in his image, desperate to have any piece of him that you could. You’d take anything he gave you. Despite what he might think, he’s a good man. You’ve seen how much he cares about his work and the people closest to him.

“Shhh, cariño….I’ve got you.”

His lips and tongue tease at your nipple, and your fingers tangle in his hair. He chuckles lightly into your skin as he plays your body like an instrument.

He pushes you back onto the bed and pulls off your shorts. His pupils are blown with lust as he marvels at the sight before him.

In a perfect world, he would take his time with you, he would treat you as gently as you deserve but he couldn’t. If he did, he’d only drag you down with him and he couldn’t live with that on his conscience. It was better to keep you at arms length, keep you safe.

His fingers drag through your wet folds and dip inside. He can’t hold back a strangled groan as your heat surrounds him. He works you slowly, opening you up for him until the tingle in your lower abdomen tells you it won’t be long before you came undone for him.

Your body clenches around his digits, your moans filling the room. Stars blind you as your orgasm ripped through your body with a vengeance. Javi’s hushed voice works you through it until you whimper his name.

You didn’t give you much time to recover before he was pulling off his jeans and his body covered yours, settling between your thighs. His weight on you feels good, comforting even but it shouldn’t. For now, you pretend this was more than it was. You pretend that this meant something and not just a way for him to release his tension.

He intertwines your fingers with his, pinning your hands to the bed. Holding your hands like this is the only bit of intimacy he allows himself.

He pushed himself inside you, holding back a moan. All his worries vanished as your warmth surrounded him. He’s lost in the feel of you, the way you grip him so tightly. He’s convinced this is the closest he’ll ever come to heaven.

His pace steadily increased as you moaned for him, making those sounds that he loved to hear. You sang so beautifully for him.

You mewled as he hit the spot that only he could reach, and you knew you were close to coming for him once again.

You cried out his name and your walls squeezed around him.

“That’s it, cariño…don’t fight it.”

You tried to hold back. You wanted this to last as long as possible because you know as soon as it was over the spell would be broken. You’d have to face the reality that you loved a man that didn’t love you back.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

You obey his command, and your walls fluttered around him as your second orgasm hit you. It felt like an electric shock through your entire body. Every nerve in your body fired all at once.

You whimper softly as the aftershocks ripple through you. Javi never stopped, working your through your orgasm once again as you whine and cry for him.

He picked up his pace and his hips slap against you as he chased his own release. His hips stutter as he buries his face into your neck and spilled himself inside you, painting you with his seed.

He laid on top of you for a minute, breathing you in and taking advantage of the last few moments he had you like this. He couldn’t let himself linger too long and he rolled off you, reaching down for his jeans to grab his pack of cigarettes.

Your mind was still hazy as you roll onto your side, watching him rest against the headboard and light his smoke. This was yet another thing you only did for him, you would never let any other man smoke in your bed.

He smirked at you as the cloud of smoke obscured his face. It was his way of telling you he was satisfied. He couldn’t say it out loud, that would be too much.

He crushes the butt into the ashtray on the nightstand and laid back down. He smooths the hair from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. It’s the only bit of comfort he can offer you. It’s not nearly enough, he knows that, but he can’t let himself give you more.

“Get some sleep, rana (frog).”

A giggle bubbles up from the depths as you hear that stupid nickname he gave you. Not long after you first met, he told you that you reminded him of Sally Field’s character in “Smokey and the Bandit”, his favorite movie. You thought he was crazy, but somehow the nickname just stuck.

You didn’t want to sleep because you knew what came next. You knew he would leave once you were out. He would leave the way he always does, like a thief in the night. Did he know that he was also leaving with your heart? Did he even care?

Sleep finally took you. You never could stay awake long after being with him but maybe that was for the best. If you were awake when he left, would you be able to resist the aching need to ask him to stay? You didn’t think you were that strong.

He watched you for awhile as you slept. You looked so peaceful in that state, like an angel. Maybe you were…. maybe you were here to save him even though he didn’t deserve it.

He quietly disentangles himself from the sheets and looked back at your sleeping form one last time. You look so beautiful with your messy hair and your soft body wrapped up in the sheets. His heart ached to tell you how he felt, how he longed for you, but he could never do that. You’re too good for him; he’d only ruin you with his roughness. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you. You belong with someone better than him: a doctor or a lawyer, someone who would treat you the way you deserved. You’d drown his darkness; it would swallow you up and change the very essence of who you were. Still, he came back, time after time, taking everything you gave him without so much as a complaint. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t let you go. He loved you…you were the one thing that kept him sane. Maybe one day he could be the man you needed but today was not that day.

The sun streaming through your bedroom window woke you. Just like always, you woke up alone. The bed cold and empty next to you, but his scent still lingered. You roll over and bury your face in the pillow allowing yourself to breathe him in the way you never dare let yourself when he’s here. Admitting your feelings is not an option but that’s all you want to do. Maybe one day you’ll be brave enough to look him in the eye and tell him you want more. You can handle his darkness; you’ve been doing it for months even if he doesn’t realize it. Maybe next time you won’t just fall asleep…. you’ll ask him to stay.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 41 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

It's been a year since I started this story. I posted last year on my birthday and I do the same again today. I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me while I write this, all your love and support is greatly appreciated, I love you all so much. So here's a birthday present from me. Thank you all again!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

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I rubbed my eyes, blinking hard and then staring at the shimmer that mocked me. After everything that had happened, now it was back. 

It glimmered in the sunlight. The oil slick transparent film didn’t move as I approached it. It was just as I had remembered. I stopped a metre away, too scared I would be sucked in if I walked any closer. The whole time my heart never stilled, it thumped in my ears as I glared at the film. 

“Really you’re back after all this time?” I chastised the insentient object. 

“Fuck you!” I screamed, I was far enough away from the base that no one would hear me. I picked up handfuls of stones and hurled them at the shimmer. 

“Why did you do this to me? I didn’t ask for this!” My voice cracked as I yelled. 

“I never asked for any of this! You brought me here, why are you back?” Tears slipped down my cheeks. 

I didn’t know what I expected, that someone would magically pop out from inside the portal and explain to me why on earth it was me that was taken. That they would say it’s fine if you want to stay, this is just an offer, or, if you do not come back through the shimmer life as you know it would cease to exist. 

But no, no one was here to answer my question. It was only the shimmer that sat perfectly still as I screamed at it, as I launched stones and debris its way. It didn’t cry out and ask me to stop, only mocked me with its silence.   

“I hate you!” I screamed before I turned on my heel and sprinted away from the provoking portal. 

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I sat on the floor packing and unpacking my bag for hours. Each time I packed the bag an overwhelming panic took hold of my chest and only eased when I took everything out of my medic bag. 

“What are you doing?” I heard from behind me. I swivelled around in panic. 

Don stood in the entrance, his brows knitted together in concern. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. 

“Long enough to know you’re leaving. Why?” He started forward to where I sat criss-cross on the floor.

“Where are you going?” Don demanded when I didn’t answer. 

“It’s back.” I uttered, not knowing what else to say. 

“What’s back?” He stood looking down at me. 

“The shimmer.” My voice was so quiet as I told him the truth. I watched his face fall and then his eyes flicked over my belongings that were scattered in front of me. 

“You’re leaving.” It was a realisation that fell from his lips. “You can’t!” 

“Don please don’t make this harder than it already is.” I begged, feeling tears spring to my eyes. It was hard enough to make this decision myself but for Don to beg me to stay was going to make it impossible. 

“Why are you leaving?” Don genuinely asked. 

“Because I have to!” 

“Said who? The shimmer police?” His tone was serious. 

“No. But why would it show up again if I was supposed to stay?” I was out of answers for him, I was just as confused as him about this. My heart was torn, I wanted to stay but I didn’t know the cost of that decision. 

“What if I don’t leave and then everyone dies ‘cause I fucked it all up?” I let him into the thoughts that had been racing through my mind even before the shimmer had shown up again. 

“If I stay and the world falls apart because of me and people die. I could never forgive myself.” I didn’t need to be the cause of anymore death, and if that meant giving up the one thing that made me happy then it was a sacrifice I would have to make. 

“You know what I would do?” He asked joining me on the floor and taking my hands in his. “I would say fuck everyone else and choose you.” 

“That’s easy for you to say you're not the one with this decision. I can’t say fuck everyone, that’s not me!” Don nodded he knew it wasn’t in my nature to put myself first. 

“Why are you making this decision based on other people?” Don’s thumb rubbed absentmindedly over the back of my hand. 

“Are you running because of what happened?” His eyes flicked up to meet mine. 

I shook my head, my mouth twisting at the thought of what had happened only last night. The scars were still fresh, literally. 

“No, I am doing what’s right, and that means I can’t stay, even though I want to!” I was already at my wits end without the appearance of the shimmer. Tears fell down my cheeks. 

“Be selfish, for once in your life Em! Choose you!” Don pleaded, his hands tightly wrapped around mine as if I would disappear in a blink of an eye. 

“I can’t!” I yelled, rising to my feet and pacing back and forward across the small room. 

But Don continued, standing up as well to grab me as I passed by him. His hands firmly gripped on my shoulders. Don shook me as he spoke, as if trying to shake his words into me. 

“Because other people would choose themselves, in your position they would choose to stay, not because of the greater good, but because they wanted to.” He was right, a lot of people would choose the outcome that would better accommodate them. But when have I ever put myself first? 

“You deserve to be happy.” I wanted to be happy, after everything I had been through in life all I wished for was to be happy.

“I can’t be the cause of other people’s deaths.” I couldn’t have that weight on my shoulders, I couldn’t live my life knowing other people suffered for me. It just didn’t seem fair. 

“Fuck everyone else Em. If you staying meant the world was going to end tomorrow, you know what I would choose, you I would choose you, because I love you.” 

“That’s not fair Don!” 

“I would die for you. I would choose my demise to spend one more day with you.” I choked back my sobs. 

“So I would die for you, but you wouldn't die for me?” Don questioned. I understood why he was wandering. From his point of view I seemed to care about everyone else more than him. 

“No, I am. If I go, I’m dying. I don’t think I could ever be happy again. But if that meant that you got to have a long and prosperous life, then I would die a million times over for you. And going home and living my life will be that.” 

“Then live for me!” Don bargained. “What are you going back to there anyway, you have a family here!” 

“Doesn’t mean I belong.” 

“Emily, ever since you have arrived all you have done is belong. You fit right in, you were meant to be here. The shimmer brought you here for a reason, fate itself!” Don was right I may have been brought back to this time for a reason, but then it could've been random all the same.    

“But what if it was only for a moment, only for a short while. What if I stay and everything falls apart because of me?” The lingering doom haunted me.  

“There are so many what ifs, but what ifs don't answer your question. Where would you rather be?” Don gazed down at me with his intense brown eyes. 

“Don’t make me answer Don, this is already so hard.” I hiccuped, I shook my head as I pushed away from him, turning my back on the man I loved.  

“Which would you pick if there were no consequences?” His voice strained as emotions flooded through his soft tone.  

“Here.” I whispered, still not facing him.  

“So stay, there are no consequences, you can’t think of the what ifs that will only haunt you. If you go back and regret your decision, don’t you think that will tear you apart?” Don rounded me so he stood in front of me again, his hand finding the underside of my chin and tilting it up to look into his eyes. They shimmered with unshed tears. 

“Yeah but what if I stay and the world ends and everyone I love dies! That would be even worse.” I emphasised my point over and over again, but still he fought against me.  

“It wouldn’t matter if we were together!”

It would be an agree to disagree.  

“I hate to break it to you Em, but everyone you love will die eventually. You can either be here for it or not.” 

“The difference is I don’t want to be the cause.” I stood my ground. I would not be the reason for the world turning to fire and ash. 

“I can’t face that. It will fucking kill me.” I would become a shell of myself if that was to happen. There would be no one for him to love anyway.  

“So I can’t talk you out of it? After all this time you are going to choose everyone else over me?” Don’s hurt radiated down his body, his hand fell away from my face as he took a step back. 

“Please Don don’t say it like that.” I begged stepping forward into his space but he kept his distance.  

“It’s fine you have made your decision, I clearly can’t stop you. Even though I hate you right now, just know that I love you and I hope that haunts you till the day you die!” Don’s bitter tone was harsh as he stomped out of the room.  

“Don!” I called after him as I chased him down. “I can’t leave with you hating me. If you love me you will let me go. You will respect my choice.” 

He only looked down at me, anger and pain etched into his features. 

“I will let you process this, while I say my goodbyes.” I kissed him gently on the cheek before turning to head back inside to pack my bag for the final time. 

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I took a shaky breath before entering the mess hall. The men noticed my arrival waving me over to the table. I kept my own emotions at bay as they all smiled at me. This would be the last time I saw their faces. 

“Hey boys!” I cooed to the men. They all stood from their seats as I rounded the table. 

“Em, are you alright?” Lieb asked me as I sat beside him. I resisted the urge to reach up and brush my fingers through his hair. 

“I’m ok.” I uttered softly. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I leant into him, my hands coming around his bicep as I lent my head against his shoulder. 

“Em?” Lieb asked, craning his head to look down at me. “Why do you look like you have bad news?” 

“Because I do.” A sombre tone fell over the table. I straightened myself from my position and stood. 

“They have ordered me back home. Due to the events of last night, they don’t feel I am fit to continue my service.” I broke my lie to the men. Their faces fell as a groan of protest rippled through the group of my fellow Easy men. 

“It’s ok Em, we’ll see you when we get back home.” Babe chirped as he grinned at me. 

I could feel my heart ripping in my chest. He wouldn’t see me again. None of them would. 

“Yeah!” My voice cracked as sadness seeped into my tone. I quickly righted the mistake. “We will all have a big party when you guys get home.” Lieb reached up, taking my hand in his, giving me a reassuring squeeze. 

“But I’m going to miss all of you-” I had to pause to take a shaky breath before continuing. I laughed as the men looked up at me with concern on their faces. 

“I’m ok, just sad that I won’t be able to see you guys for a while.” My other hand was taken by Bull. The man who had saved me right at the beginning of this mess. 

“I want to come and give each one of you a hug goodbye. And then I’ll be off!” Complaints and offeres to were raised by the Easy men.  

“Don said he wanted to have me all to himself before I left, so you all have to do as he wishes!” Malarkey hadn’t agreed to anything yet, but I couldn’t have the men sending me off through the portal. 

The men thankfully agreed to my terms. 

I went around the table taking each man into my arms. Tightly squeezing them one last time. 

Lipton pulled me into his embrace as he whispered into my ear. “Be safe, Em.” I pulled back and his hands cupped my cheeks, brushing away the tears that slipped down them. 

Perco grinned widely at me as I stood blubbering in front of him. “Hey, don’t cry! I’ll make you eggs anytime, and we won’t even have to get it from the source.” His arms wrapped around me rocking me side to side in a boisterous manner. 

Martin hugged me like the dad I never had, pressing a soft kiss to my hair. 

Luz opened his arms, tears glimmering in his own eyes. “Don’t cry George or you’ll make me cry more!” 

“Who’s gonna laugh at my jokes?” His voice broke as he tried to be funny. I didn’t answer his question, only holding him closer. 

Webster and Tab both gave me kisses to the cheeks, wishing me safely on my journey. 

“Thank you for fixing me up Gene.” A bittersweet smile formed on his lips as he pulled me close. 

“Thank you for being the best medic Em. I didn’t tell you enough but I think you make a wonderful nurse.” I buried my face into his shoulder as his hand stroked down my back. 

Babe and I didn’t utter a word to each other, he only crushed me to his chest. We both quietly cried into each other's shoulders.

I pulled back, using my palm to wipe his face clean. “You’ll see me again Em.” He promised as I nodded tearfully.  

Bull enveloped me into his arms like I was a small child who had curled into his lap. He pressed kisses to the top of my head. I listened to his thick twang as he spoke, “I’ll miss you little lady. Don’t be a stranger.” 

Finally it was Lieb left. Only once in my life had I seen the man cry, but here he was looking up at me with tears in his eyes. 

“Can’t believe you’re going.” He said as he rocked us back and forward. “What am I gonna do without you?” 

“You’ll be fine Lieb.” I pulled back so I could memorise his face. He shook his head and took me into his embrace once again. 

I waved goodbye to them all as I left the mess facility. I still had to find the rest of the officers. 

I found Nix and Winters first. “Em are you doing alright?” Dick took in my appearance, my blotchy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“I came to take up your offer. I would like to leave.” The men looked shocked, glancing from me to each other. 

“When would you like to leave?” Nix asked. 

“As soon as possible.” 

The men again looked even more flabbergasted. 

“We have one at 1300hrs, a jeep can take you to the port and then you ship back home.” Dick reported, checking his watch. It was 1130am, I had a couple hours before my departure. 

“Is that soon enough for you?” Dick’s eyes flicked up from his wrist. 

I nodded. “Thank you both for all that you have done for me. Richard, thank you for taking me in, and trusting me. Lew, thank you for caring for me and keeping me safe.” 

“You guys don’t know how much you mean to me. I never really had a male figure in my life. The love and support you have shown me in this small amount of time we have known each other, will fill up the rest of my lifetime and even after my death.” The men looked even more confused than before. 

“Emily you’re only going home, we will see you again I’m sure.” Dick surged forward to bring me into his arms. His hand smoothed down my curls soothingly.  

“I hope so.” I whispered into his jacket, latching my hands around his waist. 

Pulling back I found Nix now at our side, I went from one man to the other. I flung my arms around Lew's neck as he nuzzled into me.

“Gonna miss ya kid.” Nix said softly into my hair. I could hear the thickness of emotion in his voice, as if he somehow knew that this was inevitably the end. 

I finally stepped back from the embrace, sniffing and wiping away my tears that seemed endless. 

“I don’t mean to be forward, but I love you both, so very dearly.” Both the men chuckled. 

“We love you too Em.” Dick’s charming smile appeared on his lips. 

“I’ve already said goodbye to all of the men, but there is just one more person I need to see.” 

Dick nodded pointing back over his shoulder, “Should be somewhere in the office.” 

I gave a thank you before scurrying off to find the said man. 

My fist knocked on the wooden frame of the door that stood open. Speirs sat at his desk with his head down filing through papers. 

“Come in.” Ron called without glancing to see who it was. 

“Sir.” I started, but the sound of my voice caused the man to look up. 

“Em!” He smiled at me. “What’s the occasion?” 

Ron set aside the task he was working on to give me his full attention. 

“I came to say goodbye. I’m leaving in a few hours, I’m gonna go home. I think it’s my time.” 

Speirs sighed but smiled still. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You need the rest, after-” He paused, having to look away as he continued to speak. “After everything you’ve been through.”

“We’ll miss you. But I’m glad you won’t be coming to the Pacific, it’s not something you should be exposed to.” 

I hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I think I just need to go home and relax. And don’t worry about giving me your treasures, I’ve got it all sorted out.” His brow pinched. 

“It’s a gift.” Ron assured me. 

“And I thank you for the kindness, but it isn’t necessary anymore.” I held my ground, there would be no one for him to send it to. I would rather he keep it. 

“Oh, so you’re going, going.” Ron corrected. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused by his comment. 

“You think I didn’t notice?” Speirs peered up at me, confusion lined my face. 

“What?” My heart drummed in my ears. 

“I’m a smart man, Emily. I have done my research on you. I have done my research on everyone. But you stood out. No records, nothing. I have been watching you, I notice things.” The more he spoke the more confused I became. 

“You aren’t from here. I don’t know why or how, but I know you weren’t born during this time. And you’ve made the decision to go home.” Speirs stood from his chair and rounded the desk to stand in front of me. 

“You’ve come to say goodbye for good. Haven’t you?” He bent down slightly so that he was looking me in the eyes. 

I was speechless, all I could do was nod. 

“How? How did you even come to that conclusion?” 

“It doesn’t matter. It never mattered. But for some reason I assumed you would stay.” Speirs’ arms drew me in. 

“What does Don think?” He asked as I laid my head on his chest. 

“He hates me for it.” I admitted sourly. 

“I’m sure he’ll come round.” Speirs reassured me as he cradled my face to his heart. 

“I wanted you to walk me down the aisle.” My thoughts surged from my mouth before I could hold them back. I had thought about it when I was planning to stay. If I was to be wed to Don, Ron was the one I wanted to give me away. 

“Good. No one else would be allowed but me.” Speirs chuckled.  

My laughs turned into sobs as I clutched him closer. “Am I making a huge mistake?” 

“You are doing what you think is best Em, and I trust you.” He pulled me back to look down at me. “Follow your heart.” 

“Thank you for everything-” 

“You don’t need to give me a big speech Em. I know how you feel about me and you know how I feel about you. Let’s just have this moment.” 

I think I spent two hours with Ron. Most of it I spent sobbing, but to have those last few hours together before I left filled me with so much joy it hurt. 

I tried to find Don, but he was nowhere to be seen and it was getting closer to when I would have to be out of sight. 

Sobbing, I walked back to where I had found the shimmer. I walked faster before my selfishness got the best of me and I turned and walked the other way.     

“Stop!” Don called from behind me. 

“Don!” I pleaded, if he was here to stop me he was wasting his breath. 

“I thought about it. And you’re right. If you love something, let it go. I hope you do the same Em. I want you to live a happy life, and even though I hate the idea, find someone who will make you happy. I will think about you everyday, you will forever be in my heart."

"I wanted to do a lot of things with you Em. I wanted to marry you and take you home to meet my family who would love you so much, by the way. I wanted you to be the mother of my kids, and the grandmother to their kids and hell even a great grandmother! I wanted to get old with you and live a quiet life, just me and you, sitting on the porch drinking ice tea."

"And we would argue and bicker, but only because we loved each other so much. You will forever be the love of my life, even if I can’t have you. You will be in my dreams every night, until the day I die. And when I die, I hope to find you again in every lifetime, if only just to know you. And even when you’re gone I will look for you in every woman I pass on the street and in the stores."

"You will have my heart now and forever. I love you so much, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” His speech was broken by his cries, but it was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. 

“I love you Don. I wish I could choose to stay. I wish all those things could come true. You have captured my heart and I fear I will never love the same again. I will never love someone as deeply and as fiercely as I love you. I will never forget your laugh, the way you smile at me, the way you kiss me."

"You have seared yourself into my soul and I will carry you with me through every lifetime. I believe you are my one true love, and I will never find someone who makes me as happy as you do. Don’t think of this as goodbye, but see you again. I will find you, even if it’s only in my dreams. Thank you for coming.” I sobbed as he kissed my cheeks, then my lips. 

The most tender goodbye kiss. One that left me breathless for more but broken hearted at the same time. We stayed wrapped in each other's arms, head pressed together as our breaths mingled. 

I kissed him for the last time. “I love you.” I whispered softly. 

I turned and walked towards the shimmer. I stood in front of the portal as it shone in the sunlight. I didn’t look back, I couldn’t, it would stop me. 

Taking one last breath I stepped forward into the shimmer, before everything went black.

[syrma-sensei]

Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.5: A Man's Property.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: In the early 80s.

Warnings/Tags: Angst, prostitution, misogyny, power imbalance...

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Soldier boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

When you return to what you call home, you don't expect to get hugged and patted on the back. You don't need either. You just want to be alone and cry in your bed in the seclusion your room provided, wherein you let yourself drown in self pity and bitter heartache. To be in utter bemusement is an understatement; you're still processing the fact that the reason for the shitty life you live is him, and he doesn't fucking regret it. He takes pride in it. You know that much. Sure, he stopped the villains, and saved the country from what they might have inflicted on people, but he seemed to forget what he inflicted upon you and the victims of that incident. He fucking called your brother an obstacle, as if he were a speck of dust.

Your brother was on him. His blood is on Ben's hands, not the culprits'.

You feel bitter bile rolling up your throat. You choke both on it and your tears. Your sniffles are weak and pathetic. Your heart wrings with guilt and self-hatred, for you could still feel him inside of you, for you could feel the sweetness of his touch on you, for you could feel your heart ache for and because of him.

You pull your hair and let out a strangled wail. He fucked you, he claimed you; body, heart, and soul. Your heart is torn between beating for him and being beat because of him.

In one moment he is everything, and in another he's nothing. You love him, you hate him. You want him, you loathe him. Your body ripples with love, hate, sweetness, and bitterness.

You want him in ways you never wanted someone before, your heart raves on for him.

“I won't let anyone take you from me. You have my word for that.”

But his deeds did. He fucking broke his promise before he even made it.

Lies. Lies. Lies.

They're all liars.

They said the criminals killed your brother and set the building on fire. But it was Soldier Boy's order. Jack promised to make you a star, instead he turned you into his bitch. Ben promised to make you his, thus far, you're not sure you don't want him to be lying in the matter, you don't want to be his anymore.

You utter expletives in a hissing voice.

You were an idiot.

You opened your heart for the wrong man. You should've known better than that. Jack warned you about this before, about meddling business with please, about thawing within the inkling of the heart and brains.

You feel a heavy weight encumbering your chest as your heart warps in bitterness.

In your throes of dismay, you curse yourself and your heart for falling for him. You should've never flirted with him at Sonia Vogelbaumm’s wedding. You shouldn't have agreed to sing along with him. You shouldn't have been claimed by him. You shouldn't have heard what you heard. You shouldn't have dug after it and found out the truth; the one who owns your heart is the cause of your misery.

It's been two days since you left Herogasm without a word. You expected he'd come after you and conciliate you, or so you hoped. You assumed you'd get fired from Vought, or so you wished. You don't want to see him again, because you know… you know your heart will betray you and seek the one it throbs for.

Ben ruined you, and for good. It dithers you that you still want him in the deepest of your depth.

You flinch when you feel a hand perch on your shoulder, “Wake up, (Y/N)...” You hear glee in Jack's voice. You groan, stirring in the sheets, then you sit up with an ache both in your head and heart.

You haven't seen him in days, and to say you're not keen on seeing him now, is an understatement. You're in a mess. He won't like it; you just ruined his business with Vought. You're sure he'll wail on you for that.

However, and for some reason, you don't like the bizarre grin on his face as he sits next to you, the remote control of your small T.V. is in his hand. He turns it on and your eyes dilate as you listen to your own voice emanating from it.

Your heart plummets to your toes. Vought dropped the cover song and it's now on every channel. That means one thing…

“The Legend just called…” Jack interrupts your trail of thought.

“What’d he say?” You rub the dried tears from your eyes. Your heart paces up. “He said your collaboration with Soldier Boy has been called off for bad reviews.” You wished he would tell you that. But instead.

“They want you as Soldier Boy's new love interest.”

You gulp hard.

You're doomed.

When you bailed on him at Herogasm two nights ago, he left no stone unturned looking for you. One moment you were dozing off in the bed you two shared, the other one you weren't. You were just gone. It drove him crazy. The fact you disappeared after the promise he made you. How dare you, he simmered with fury; he took his frustration on the guy next to him. The scapegoat was Tommy. He wailed on the kid until Tessa begged for her twin brother's life.

When the word that you went home reached his ears, he received it in a cold bitterness. His face didn't mirror the way his heart was raging and huddling in the mess in his chest. That bitch. He thought with revulsion. You played him like a fucking stupid puppet. And here he thought he shared something real with. He scoffed. You're a complete hypocrite, a tremendous actress (just like himself) and a whore.

He feels like a jackass for being played like that. A fucking pussy. That's what he was; he let his emotions take control for one second and it brought him no good, it only dumped a mess on both his head and his heart.

She's gonna pay. He promised himself. No bitch can do him dirty and get away with it. He's going to turn your life into a living hell.

Now, with a smirk adorning his lips, he watches you and himself on the T.V. singing Just The Two Of Us. He grins at the applause you two earned. Everyone's questioning whether you two are together or not. The chemistry you two share is hypnotic. Every famous channel is raging with his and your pictures, wondering if there's a chance that he left Countess for you. His fans are keen on knowing it, obsessing over his scoop comment.

“Gotta say, she does look pretty at your side.” Legend comments from behind him, “I underestimated her.”

Ben chuckles, “She is a firecracker that one,” And she sets flames in my heart.

“People are gonna love you two together.” Legend drops another remark, “I talked to her manager…” Ben's molars grit, “He’s more than open to the idea…”

“Good.” Ben replies curtly.

That manager needs to be off the picture, and soon. He'll see to it.

Of course, he will omit Jack out of the way. When he's subtly removed, you'll have nowhere to turn to but him. You'll have nobody but him.

“A non-supe lass is the new sweetheart of Soldier Boy. I tell ya, it'll be all the rage in no time.”

“Oh, that I know.” Ben grins, taking a gulp from his drink, befor he adds, “Speaking of which, that fuckface should be out of the way.”

“It’s not gonna be easy,” Legend sighs, “The leash he has on her is too—Ugh!”

With the dexterity and swiftness of a tiger, Ben curls a stiff hand around Legend’s neck. “She’s no longer his bitch. She's mine.” Ben seethes, “And you'll see to it or I'll take it into my own hands and do it myself.”

Legend's eyes flutter as he chokes, “Y-Yes…”

“Good…” Ben unclasps his grip from the man's neck. Legend collapses on his knees, breathing heavily.

Legend considers the option and he opts to carry on Soldier Boy's wishes, because it's always easier to fire a man than covering up for his death.

Your pleas and begging go on deaf ears.

Jack practically has to drag you to Vought's tower to offer you on a golden plate for them and him.

“Please… I'll do anything you want,” You try to reason with him, “Just don't let him have me.”

“I’m sorry, doll, but your price has already been paid.” Jack snarls. Clearly, you're playing with fire, “Now, be a good slut and do as you're told, like you always do.”

As you two make it to the main gates of the tower, you dig your heels into the marble. “Please, you don't understand—!”

His hand is quick to smack tingles in your cheek. People passing by, leering at your scene, some of them exchange looks and most of them just… ignore you.

“You will listen to me, you ungrateful bitch!” Jack growls, “I gave you everything when you had nothing. I absolve you from being a cheap hooker who solicits on the streets. You owe me!” He grumbles, nostrils flaring, “You’ll be my bitch until you repay me my troubles, you hear me?!” He clutches your hair and pulls you down, making you wince.

“Security!” A woman's calls.

And in a minute, two guards wrap their arms around Jack's shoulders and unlatch him from you.

You're in a quivering mess on the floor whereas Jack tries to tug himself off of the guards as they lead him out of the building.

“There’s been a mistake,” He chuckles nervously, “I’m Ms. (Y/N)’s manager. I'm The Legend's friend.”

Just like your words hold no value to him, his don't to them.

You watch Jack kicking his feet and screaming as they throw him out of the gates. Through your tears, you allow yourself your lips to crack a small smile of victory. You allow yourself to let the wound Jack has been leaching on for years to breathe.

Just before it's muffled by Soldier Boy in the next second.

You grimace a tad as the liquid you're swallowing burns your throat, eyes occasionally flitting up and down at him. He hasn't uttered a word since you've been brought to him, which you can't interpret as a good or bad thing. He just stares at you with blank eyes, as if waiting for you to start. But you don't.

“Why?” He says, voice a bit bitter.

“Why what?” You hoarse.

“You know what.” He grumbles.

Of course you know why. Why did you dump me in a fucking orgy? He wants to say, but doesn't. He just fucking stares and it agonizes you. Your eyes brim with tears but you choke on them, locking them in. You don't want him to see you crying. You don't want to be weak facing him. You did once, and look what that got you.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” There's a venomous hint at your tone, but soon enough, the tough façade cracks when he pounces forwards in your direction. His hands clasp on your forearms, fingers wringing your tender flesh.

“Don’t give that shit, woman!” He barks, anger searing in his green eyes like Greek fire, “Why did you bounce on me that night? I demand to know.”

“You don't get to demand anything from me, Benjamin,” You seeth, “That night was a mistake.”

Ben's face falters a bit. A mistake? The promises you two made were just sleazy words that meant nothing? He doesn't believe that. He won't. He can't.

His hands squeeze deeper into your skin and you moan in pain.

“So you want to be that ass fuck’s whore your entire life?”

That's when you deliver a hard slap against his cheek. You instantly regret it; your wrist almost snaps in two from the smack. What's this man made of? Steel?!

You hold your hand closer to your chest, the pain pounding in your joint. But another pain ripples through you as he pulls at your hair backwards, exposing your neck.

“You will learn to show some respect, or I'll snap you pretty neck, understand?”

Tears roll down your cheeks. He's just like Jack. It's the same shit, but a different man. You escaped from hell to another inferno. As an attempt to win his mercy, you give him a nod and a pained moan.

“Please…” You whimper.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir.”

“Good girl.” He lets you go.

You gasp when you're free of his grasp, shivering at the way he's ogling you.

“Now, I'll ask you again,” He enunciates, “Why did you leave Herogasm that night?”

Because you're my brother's murderer, you piece of shit. You want to say, but instead you answer, “I was overwhelmed; it's not regular for one to witness a supe orgy everyday.”

He smacks his lips, not satisfied with your answer, “You think I'm stupid, dollface?” He quirks a brow, and suddenly comes upon you how handsome he is. Whoever suggested covering his face with a helmet was an idiot.

“No!”

“Then, tell me!” He seethes and you cower backwards which makes him stop. He won't have looking at him the way you look at that fuck. He sneers at himself. Great. His resolve to make your life a living hell is decaying by every second. The tears in your eyes are like acid on his heart.

Ben sighs in defeat, then asks you, more softly this time, “Did anyone mistreat you that you left?”

You shake your head.

Lying. Again.

Ben lets out another sigh.

“Anywho,” His voice regains its stoic rasp, “You’re no longer his,” He speaks, “You’re not Vought’s either.”

He sees something that akin to hope flicker in your eyes, “You’re my property now.”

That gleam is gone.

🦅 Previous Chapter: Unmasked.

🦅 Next Chapter: Coming soon.

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[honestlyreadingruinedmylife]

That’s amazing. Of course everyone needs to start somewhere. Of course I understand not everyone likes writing smut.

Young Charles Xavier x reader. She’s also has a mutation. She’s kicked out by her parents when they find out that her boyfriend is in a wheelchair. She turns up in the pouring rain with her puppy under her jacket to keep them dry and a black eye because her dad hit her (you don’t have to write that just imply it)

Hope that’s not to detailed but wanted to give you as much detail as I could to help you write it.

Can you please tag me in any future X-Men fanfiction you write.

Xx

A.N: Okay, I finally got around to finishing this. I'm actually quite proud of it given it's my first time EVER writing fanfiction and especially with it being a request. I hope you enjoy it even though it is a bit cliche at times. Also, there is slight ableism given the prompt, I did some research to make sure I wasn't using any slurs but if I am wrong PLEASE let me know. I will change it.

Word Count: 1251

Pairing: Young Charles Xavier x Female!Reader

Warnings: Ableism (Only a small sentence), gets kind angsty

You didn’t really know how they had found out. You were so careful. Building a wall of lies so thick and so far that you could no longer see the ends. 

You suppose that somewhere along the lines you’d missed a spot, one vital brick that tumbled down the entirety of your life. 

Your parents had only just started getting around to the idea of having a ‘freak’ of a daughter. Constantly telling you how lucky you were to at least look ‘normal’ and not like those ‘other ones’. 

You were one of the good ones. 

They had laid the rules out simply. They didn’t care about your abilities as long as they stayed outside the house and as long as you married a ‘regular human being’. It seemed simple enough and studying for a masters (which they paid for) you figured one more year of hiding wouldn’t be so difficult.

What you never considered was falling madly in love with another mutant. You’d been convinced for so long that you were completely alone in the walls you’d built, that when you met a man who could literally tear them apart you had no choice but to let yourself go.

The argument had started at dinner. It’d been a long day of research which had resulted in nothing but a dead end. Exhausted from sitting reading at a desk all day, you just wanted to get through the traditional family dinner and get straight into bed.

You were sitting in your usual chair, facing your mother while your father sat at the head of the table. It’d been eerily silent from the moment you’d sat down but didn’t mind given your exhaustion.

Suddenly, your father put down his utensils, “I’ve set up a dinner, next week with the neighbors boy,”

Thinking you hadn’t heard correctly, you turn to face him, “pardon?”

“It’s about time that you start thinking of settling down,” your father continues, “most normal girls your age are on their way to having their first child,”

You hear the implication in his voice even if he hadn’t outright said it. Irritated, you push your plate away.

“I am a normal girl, dad,” 

You hear your mother sigh, but you can’t seem to look away from your fathers face that twitches in irritation.

“You know what I meant,” he says your name as if it's a burden. He says it as if you were a curse on his normalcy.

You roll your eyes, “yes I know exactly what you meant, father, and I’m not going to be dressed up like some doll to be paraded for the neighbors boy,”

Another twitch, you know you are pushing him too far, but you can’t seem to care anymore.

“He is of good breeding and a wealthy background,” he picks up his utensils again, “the dinner will be on Monday,”

“Breeding?! I’m not cattle, father,” 

Your fathers face contorts into a scowl and you know he’s losing patience with you, “He will assure you are the last of your kind in my bloodline,”

You can feel your whole body shaking, “I will not go to that dinner, father,”

You hear your mother whisper your name, you suddenly realize that the shaking wasn’t just within your body but the whole house. With your emotions rampant you couldn’t control your powers as naturally as you normally could.

Breathing in and breathing out, you calm yourself enough to stop the shaking. Your father, however, is maroon with malice. You have pushed him too far.

“I will not let my grandchildren be the offspring of a freak and a paralytic!”

You feel your heart stop. Your mind is racing, unstoppable thoughts wreak havoc in your head. He knew. He knew and now your life is over.

“Father-”

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” Your father continues to yell, “you thought I’d let you disobey me without consequence?”

You could feel your breathing increase as you enter a panic. Everything is muffled, your father continues yelling but you can’t hear a thing he is saying. You have to get away. You have to get to Charles. 

Without realizing, you stand, turning to leave the table, trying to find an escape. With one step, your father is in front of you, rough hands clamping down on your shoulders, forcing you still.

“Let me go,” you whisper, looking down away from your father. 

“I forbid you from seeing that man again!” 

“Let me go,” you feel the ground tremble beneath you.

“He’s one of you isn’t he?” Your fathers grip tightens on your shoulders, “he’s a freak!”

“Let me go!” You shout back in his face. You don’t initially feel the strike, but you can feel the heat begin to blossom around your eye. And you feel the ground erupt into endless shudders as you watch your father lose his balance and fall to the floor.

With the last of your strength, you run towards your room grabbing your research and your puppy that likes to sleep under your bed. As you race to the front door, you glance at your mother fussing over your father, who is still laid on the floor.

Stopping you turn to face your parents, “I am not a freak. Just because I am different doesn’t mean I’m lesser than,”

You turn to open the front door and with foot out your childhood home, you turn one last time, “I’ll never treat my children the way you’ve treated me, mutant or not,”

With those final words, you run into the rain, hailing the first taxi you see.

It wasn’t until you were at Charles’ front door, drenched and with your puppy under your coat, that you realized how bleak your situation truly was. 

No home, no parents, no education. 

With nothing left to lose, you knock as loudly as you can, hoping anyone would hear you over the pounding rain.

Almost immediately, the door swings open. 

Hank at first looks at you with confusion and then concern. He drags you inside and in the same breath yells for Charles.

The second you see Charles look of concern as he approaches you, you feel the tears start to form in your eyes. Finally able to let go, you feel yourself crumble with the weight of the night.

In no time, Charles holds you in his arms, stroking your soaked hair, whispering into your ear, “it’s okay darling you’re safe now, you’re safe here,”

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull away from him holding your own weight again. His hands don’t leave your face, careful with your already bruising eye.

He whispers your name. He whispers it like prayer, like there’s no one else in the world except you and him. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “How about we run you a warm bath?”

With no strength left to speak and knowing you didn’t need to, you nod into his hands, closing your eyes and soaking in the comforting warmth he exudes. From within your jacket, you feel your puppy shuffle, stuck in between your torso and Charles’ legs. Pulling away slightly, your puppy leaps away from you and begins sniffing around Charles’ wheelchair.

“I see you’ve brought a friend, darling,” he chuckles, as he watches your puppy continuing to adventure.

You hiccup trying to find the words, “I couldn’t leave him in that house,”

Charles looks back at you, his blue eyes wide adoration, “he has a home here, he’ll always a home here,”

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

I hate it when you're just having a good time and then suddenly you're hit with a nasty memory x_x

Me remembering how I left a discord server because everyone was like "don't body shame!! Body shaming is bad!!!" Then proceeded to shame my body and say they'd never date/sleep with somebody that looks like me and they kept saying "that's so unattractive yeah it's unattractive yeah" :

(fesh pince of blaire gif haha^^^)

Like, I understand everyone has attraction preferences, I do too but I'm not a jerkwad to people I'm not personally attracted to. You can't just say "don't body shame" then proceed to body shame people you're not specifically attracted to. People don't owe you attractiveness in order to get respect.

They were making fun of how small my lips are and saying I look like a corpse because of how thin I am. Then they got mad at me and acted like I was crazy when I said something like, "hey that's not really a nice thing to say." After everyone jumped all over me saying it was just a joke and that other people have it worse blah blah blah I said "you know what, I'm just gonna go." And I left the server.

I know not all servers are like that, I'm in a few right now that are pretty chill. But I'm still very nervous about joining new ones. I'll step out of my comfort zone and probably join that one selfship server that's been floating around...

It happened a long while ago and I don't want retribution or anyone to try to confront these people, I just wanted to vent.

I don't need people to hammer it into my skull that you find me repulsive. It's not going to stop me from taking selfies, it's not going to stop me from wearing makeup and jewelry, and it's not going to stop me from wearing clothes that show off my body. Yes it hurts my feelings, but at the end of the day, it's a you problem. You don't have to find me attractive, that's not what I'm saying. If you're going to flip out because somebody doesn't meet your specifications of sexy or whatever, that's... your personal issue you need to work on.

I don't stoop so low to insult another person's appearance just to make myself feel better. And do you want to know why? Because I'm actually genuinely confident and content with the way I look. If you feel the need to bring others down, especially about things they cannot fix in 5 seconds, you are not content with your appearance.

[goldkirk]

hey this isn’t aimed at anyone in particular but I’m saying it for the record here: if I tell you no, please stop messaging me about fundraisers and mutual aid.

I get enough messages that it’s impossible for me to keep up without devoting at least half an hour each day, when I’m not even on tumblr that long most days. Me having a boundary about this isn’t a moral failing, it’s a lifeboat for me on my own blog.

In my personal life I’m already advocating and donating literally as much as I can spare. This is not me not caring, it’s just me not willing to interact with that on the one place I go online to not interact with irl news and world events for the most part.

I cannot be upset all the time. I cannot be upset everywhere. I cannot use all my emotional and mental energy fielding my own upset from ongoing events. My options are to hold boundaries about this or stop coming online at all.

I’m all for sharing information and signal boosting to reasonable extents, but the scale of it this year is so large and so enduring that it is literally not possible to for me to participate on every account I have. I’ve previously shared links to Gaza eSIM donations and a major hub of verified Go Fund Mes here and elsewhere online. We, the online humans, know how to look those things up ourselves by now. There are many, many people choosing to do advocacy work, and right now, I can’t be one of them.

If you’re extremely upset when I tell you I can’t share/donate right now about a Gaza family or personal fundraiser you ask me to share here, just unfollow and block me. That’s what those buttons are for. Protect your own emotions and energy and get me off your feed instead of staying upset and continuing to engage with online people or content that upsets you.

Please don’t send repeated angry messages based on manufactured purity politics and moral outrage into my messages and inbox when I exercise the right to run my own blog.

[hemeruni]

Damn this new Fox DLC for yuri is great /silly

Instead of working on anything else, I decided to spend too much time on this joke piece. Lord I’m a mess

Merry Kissmas, and a happy yuri year /silly

[isdalinarhot]

just saying for the sake of transparency that im at like. suicide risk level one billion due to the fact that my parents have made it so i cannot use their money to buy alcohol anymore and i am unemployed and have only 85 cents accessible to me so like. after the One Singular Bottle I Have Right Now runs out i dont have any way of getting more. i am not fucking ready to get sober and the thought of having to quit entirely is not something i can fathom being alive for, im serious.

i dunno. i want to have my voice drop. i want to read kowt. i want to bury my parents so i dont get deadnamed during my funeral. but the amount of days that is, days filled with so many unfathomable moments of agony, days where i will suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer, doesn't feel worth it to me.

[lighthouseas]

so uh

[elliesbelle]

lol

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Sapphire Heartverse! The Fanfic!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7: Lovelorn Hearts

Part 8

CW: implied intercourse

August

With a short grunt, Ice hoists a few packages into his freshly washed black SUV. 

“Hm?” He turns around and sees Tippy trying zeir best to keep carrying one of the large boxes, clearly struggling. Vanilla inhales and sighs, makes his way over to the bluenette, and rests his hands on his hips,

“Now, what are you doing?”

“Lifting… Mr Dio’s… mysterious packages?” Tippy struggles to answer.

“Really?” Ice looks him all over, up and down, “It looks like you’re trying to…” Ice thinks for a bit, “Lift… the pyramids of Giza rather than a simple little package.” He chuckles then takes the large package from Tippy, “Go get the others. They’re more your size anyway, Termite.”

“Wha–? Hey, wait a second! Is that why you call me a termite?! Because I’m short?!” Tippy puffs out zeir cheeks, a little annoyed. Vanilla sets the package in the back of the SUV before turning around with a bit of a bored expression, as if the answer to this question is obvious,

“No, actually.”

Ice walks past Tippy while saying,

“It’s because you bug me to no end.” Tippy isn’t able to witness Ice’s smug smile at his little joke because he’s picking up another large cardboard box.

“Y…you… I-I…” Tippy is flummoxed by yet again another clever joke from this normally poised gentleman. 

“What are you waiting for, bug? Go grab that package.” Ice tells zem. Seemingly out of nowhere, Ice leans in close to Tippy and halfheartedly scolds zem, “Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, you rapscallion.”

“H-hey!” Tippy blushes, yet again missing the smirk Ice so cleverly hides from zem. With a huff and a pout, Tippy carries over the last of the small packages, “Hngh! So, what are in these things anyway?”

“Classified.” Vanilla closes the back of his SUV and heads towards the driver’s side.

“So you don’t know what’s in the boxes? What if it’s rabid alligators? What if it’s more severed heads? What if it’s explosives? What if we hit a bump and go KABOOM?!” Tippy waves his hands and makes explosion noises. 

“I never said I didn’t know what was in those packages. I just said that the contents inside of them are classified information… No, they’re not explosives. Well,” Ice turns around then looks back at Tippy with a shrug, “At least I hope not.” 

“.... But having said that, you didn’t deny it was at least one or more of the previous things I said.” Tippy narrows his eyes and lightly taps his chin. Ice pulls out of the hidden warehouse driveway and onto the road,

“Mmm… that’s classified.”

“Oh, come on! Won’t ya tell me? I promise I won’t tell Mr Dio!” Tippy pleads.

“I don’t think so, Termite.” Vanilla shakes his head lightly. He presses play on his radio, playing a CD that he had in his car. Tippy recognizes the artist instantly,

“Whoa, hold on a second. That’s Eminem! You like Eminem?”

“Yeah.” Ice braces himself for what’s about to come next,

“I always assumed– nah, it's too easy.” Tippy slumps down in the passenger’s seat. Vanilla sighs in relief and rolls his eyes,

“If you must know, I am fully aware. But that’s all we’re going to say.” He makes a turn and looks around at the city street, “I have a ton of CDs in here before the ‘big bloop’ happened. I couldn’t help myself though. I went ahead and bought a ton more after I had discovered more music. They’re all in the glove compartment.” 

Tippy curiously opens the compartment, sure enough there are tons and tons of CDs in cases all in neat rows,

“Whoa!”

“Help yourself. Go on, pick something out, see if I have anything you might like.” Ice’s voice is a bit more gentle. Tippy looks around then notices a familiar CD. He opens it up and places it in the CD player.

“Oh, that’s… that’s a good one.” Vanilla nods at him. Tippy and Vanilla end up happily singing along at the same time,

“I just saw Halley’s Comet, she waved. Said, ‘why you always running in place? Even the man in the moon disappeared… somewhere in the stratosphere!” x

This cheesy little moment has made Vanilla more relaxed and solidified his decision in trusting Tippy just a bit more. The feeling of having somebody sitting in that normally empty passenger’s seat, is enough to make him feel less alone in general. He will never forget this moment.

In the mansion

Vanilla and Tippy bring the packages inside and painstakingly bring them into one of Dio’s sitting rooms for him to inspect.

“So is it like… dr–” Vanilla softly hushes Tippy and kneels to Dio. Vanilla lightly tugs on Tippy’s shirt for him to copy his manners. Tippy kneels down next to Ice and tries to do what he does. Dio turns around and gives the two gentlemen a passing glance as he makes his way to the packages,

“No, sweet little boy, it isn’t illicit substances. Mmm, yes, these are just some things I am simply…. Owed.” 

The two remain silent. Ice doesn’t look upon his master, while Tippy watches curiously as Dio takes out a jewel encrusted dagger. Dio slices the packages open delicately, yet something about the way he cuts them is so sinister. 

“Hm. Ice.” Dio doesn’t look away from the freshly sliced package.

“Yes, my lord?” Vanilla is ready to jump up and do whatever is commanded of him at a moment’s notice.

“Did you, perchance, tell our little friend here what is in these parcels?” Dio asks with feigned politeness. 

“I did not, sire.” Ice answers.

“Hmhm… That’s a good boy.” Dio chuckles. “You two are relieved.” As soon as Dio says this, Vanilla quickly stands at attention and pulls Tippy up by the bicep,

“Yes, sire. Very good, sire.” Ice pushes Tippy out of the room quickly yet gingerly. 

In the kitchen

Vanilla is fixing up lunch for the day.

“What the heck was that all about?” Tippy asks, sprawling zeir arms over the small dining table.

“I told you already, Termite,” Vanilla points a butter knife covered in mayonnaise at zem, “I have sworn to Lord Dio never to tell a soul any secrets he confides in me.”

“But what about Jonny? He doesn’t even have a soul! He’s just a head, so you could tell him then he could tell me!” Jonathan stops bouncing on the counter while holding a plate in his mouth and gives Tippy an offended look. “See? That way technically you didn’t tell me anything.”

Vanilla takes the plate from Jonathan,

“Just because somebody is only a head, doesn’t mean they do not count as a soul.” Vanilla sets a sandwich on Jonathan’s plate. “Don’t you know anything about secrets, Termite?”

“Well, yeah, I know!” Tippy pouts and rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, “I was just wondering is all.”

“Huh! Curiosity killed the cat, bug.” Vanilla notices Jonathan is trying to take the plate in his mouth and bounce off. Ice takes the plate away. He grasps Jonathan gently and swiftly turns him around and sets the plate back down. Pointing at it, he silently tells him to stay on the counter, “Some things are better left a mystery so let’s leave it at that.”

“Oh, alright…” Tippy lays zeir face on the table. Vanilla walks over and lays a plate down next to Tippy,

“Quit that.” Ice nudges Tippy with his elbow, “Eat.” He walks back over to the counter to finish making himself a sandwich, and to make sure Jonathan doesn’t make a mess. 

“Hmph.” Tippy takes a bite.

Ice gently wipes Jonathan’s mouth with a napkin after he’s finished and leaves the plate on the counter. The brunette looks over at Tippy and makes sure he’s eating before he can feel content enough to enjoy food for himself. Ice watches Tippy for a bit and takes his plate when he is finished eating. 

“Hey, you need any help, Vans?” Tippy asks, following Vanilla to the sink.

“Hm? No, no. It’s not that much work.” Ice tells him politely as he scrubs a plate with a sponge.

“Well, whenever you need any help, you know where to find me.” Tippy says to Vanilla with a playful smile. Their eyes meet one last time before Tippy leaves. Vanilla’s hand slips and he accidentally drops one of the plates in the sink with a loud KEE-THEENK! Jonathan hops over next to the sink and looks up at Vanilla’s face.

His eyes are a bit wide, his mouth twisted into a frown, Ice is very flustered and troubled at the moment.

“Mr. Ice?” Jonathan speaks up.

“What do you need, Mr. Jojo?” Vanilla remains polite as best as he can.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, my dear friend but… I have noticed that your shoulders tend to relax whenever Tippy is around. Otherwise, you’re quite–” Ice accidentally drops a fork on the ground, “er… tense.”

“Tense? I don’t get tense easily,” Vanilla washes off the utensil, “Sure, it’s a bit grueling to have to keep everyone in this place in check, I have to cook and clean and do laundry, I have to go grocery shopping, I have to break up fights…” Ice sighs and rests his hands on the counter after turning off the sink. He dries his hands off and rubs his forehead, “All in all, it’s a sacrifice I am willing to make for Lord Dio. I owe him my life, you know that.”

“Be that as it may… Your mental stability has deteriorated, all of this stress has taken a toll on you.” Jonathan hops along the counter to follow Vanilla, “I worry about you, dear friend. Although, it seems as though all of your troubles simply vanish when that gentleman is around! Ohohoho.”

Ice freezes in his tracks. He’s… he’s right. Somebody who was once a person I dreaded even being around, is now somebody I look forward to seeing each day. 

“Oooh, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you’ve developed a little bit of an infatuation for the guy.” Jonathan pokes fun at Ice a little bit.

He turns around to face Jonathan a little too fast that his long brown hair flies over his face. Vanilla spits his hair out, some sticking to his lip gloss, and fixes it by brushing his fingers through. 

“What– pleh! What makes you think that?” Ice asks, feeling his heart skip a beat, “You know I love no man aside from Lord Dio! Who even told you such a false claim?! Just because I have to haul that squirmy little aphid around with me on occasion, doesn’t mean I have fallen in love with him! And no, I do not have daydreams about him every now and then like I do with Lord Dio! I am loyal to one man and one man only, and that man is Lord Dio… as I have stated previously many times over.” Ice puffs out his chest and feels his heart flutter in his chest, sending adrenaline shocks through his veins.

“My my! My goodness, Mr Ice. Seems I’ve struck a nerve there.” Jonathan mutters, just loud enough for Vanilla to hear. The brunette is fuming internally, trying not to let his emotions spill out at once. If he keeps speaking this foolish nonsense, I’m going to stick him in a pickle jar. 

A few weeks later, one night

“Hahaha, okay then, Termite. I have a question for you now.” Ice chuckles. Both gentlemen are sitting outside under the desert sky. It’s quiet except for the bit of ambience coming from the city in the background. The temperature is cool, a nice contrast from the blistering heat of the day. The stars glimmer across the dim navy blue veil of darkness, which was once a dainty pastel blue. Tippy looks out onto the horizon then back up into Vanilla’s milk chocolate eyes,

“Oh yeah? Go ahead.”

“Hmhm… Why do you always wear those gaudy dog collars around your little neck?” Ice delicately fidgets with Tippy’s spiked choker with a little heart locket on the front.

“It’s not a dog collar!” Tippy smiles and playfully bats Vanilla’s hand away, “I just like chokers is all. It’s like you with those dorky little leotards.”

“Well, at least my leotards have a purpose, Termite.” Vanilla makes a faint smirk, “Do these,” he nonchalantly slips his finger under Tippy’s choker and pulls zem a little with it, “serve any purpose aside from making you look like a feral animal?”

The two gentlemen stare into each others’ eyes for a few seconds, both of them with cheeky smiles on their faces. Ice glances down at Tippy’s glossed lips then back up into zeir dark cocoa eyes. Tippy makes a short inhale,

“Why would a feral animal wear a collar?”

“I don’t know.” Ice releases Tippy, “Maybe somebody was trying to tame it? They underestimated that animal’s ferocity perhaps and it escaped while wearing the collar?” 

“Maybe!” Tippy giggles and rubs zeir arms with zeir hands, shivering a bit. 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re cold. It’s not that bad out here.” Ice leans back and relaxes a bit more.

“Just a little bit. I get cold easily. Look at all these goosebumps I have.” Tippy shows his arm to Vanilla.

“You are just so darn fragile, hm?” Ice teases him. Tippy looks up at the night sky at all of the stars, still shivering, all curled up in on himself with his knees up to his chest. Vanilla takes his ripped dark jean jacket off and rests it upon Tippy’s back. The jacket is very warm and smells just like Vanilla’s cologne and deodorant.

“Hm?!” Tippy looks over at Vanilla with surprise. Ice’s smile fades and he looks up at the sky,

“You need it more than I do. I’m sweating over here.” He hides the goosebumps on his arms with the sleeves of his leotard. It doesn’t help much, considering his legs are also quite cold. The silence is a bit awkward, but Tippy is warm and content. Vanilla clears his throat,

“So… do you know what constellations are?”

“Yeah, of course!” Tippy laughs. Vanilla points up to the sky,

“There are those that everyone knows about, but… there’s one thing I used to do with Lord Dio before he ultimately grew bored of it. We would make up our own.”

“Oh, yeah! Hey, check it out, that one looks like a diamond!” Tippy points.

“You’re right. Oh, look, over there. That one looks like two hearts.” Ice leans over, getting a little closer to Tippy. 

“It does, heh!” Tippy looks up at Vanilla, “Like your earrings kind of.” 

Vanilla looks down at him and touches one of his own earrings. Tippy notices Ice’s arms,

“Hey, you are getting cold. Maybe we should head back inside.”

“No, no. I’m fine… However… I think there’s a nice little shop across the street from here where we can, perhaps, grab a couple of drinks and warm up a bit.” Vanilla rubs his neck.

“That sounds like a plan. I was getting a little thirsty anyway.” Tippy stands up and tosses Vanilla’s jacket in his face playfully, “Let’s get going!” Tippy giggles and runs to the gate.

Ice puts his jacket back on and a warm smile spreads across his face.

At the little cafe

The two gentlemen are laughing and drinking their tea. Ice stirs his drink a bit with a straw,

“Yeah… I suppose I have a lot to thank Lord Dio for, hm?”

“Well, now you know not to put Dio’s handmade throw pillows in the washing machine!” Tippy giggles and covers his mouth. 

“I was picking out feathers from my clothes for weeks.” Ice smiles and looks at his drink. “Um… hm… You know, Termite. I have a curious little question for you.”

“Go ahead!” Tippy takes a sip from his drink.

“You mentioned… that you have had previous lovers a while ago. Have you ever loved one of them so much that you were willing to do anything for them?” Vanilla casually takes a sip of his drink and looks at Tippy.

“I wouldn’t say that… There have been times where I was afraid of them cheating on me so I just tried to be everything they wanted. It didn’t work and they still ended up cheating.” Tippy tells him.

“I see.” Ice looks to the side, “What did you do after that?”

“I told myself that I’m not going to let myself be treated poorly by anyone ever again. I may be small and weak against physical fights, but I refuse to be treated like dirt. I wasn’t going to stand there and be compared to other people anymore. I wasn’t going to let them tell me who to be or what to do anymore.” Tippy’s face goes from jovial to forlorn once this conversation has begun. Vanilla doesn’t speak nor look at Tippy. This makes the bluenette feel a little embarrassed,

“I-I’m sorry, I think I said a little too much.”

“No, you’re alright…” Ice takes another sip from his drink, “You've been treated poorly by those around you, not just your exes, but from your peers, your loved ones…” The brunette stirs his drink with the straw a little, “Me…”

Tippy’s brows frown. His eyes go from staring into Vanilla’s, to looking down at the floor. The energy between the two gentlemen is tense, but not in the way of anger or resentment. They both regret the things they have done and said to each other in the past. Ice watches Tippy’s body language and knows that he feels a whirlwind of emotions. There is so much to be said in this very moment and yet… silence from both ends. 

They both finish their drinks and are too uncomfortable to speak to one another for a while. Vanilla inhales and closes his eyes as he clutches his cup speaking gently,

“I’m sorry.” Tippy looks up at him. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. That was unfair.”

“No, dude… I’m sorry.” Tippy stands up from the chair, “After all, I started it.” A teasing smirk from Tippy sends a wave of ease to Vanilla. The brunette sighs in relief,

“You sure did, you little Termite.” Ice tousles Tippy’s hair. 

After a while, the conversation turns back to lighthearted and fun. 

Back outside

“Here,” Vanilla takes his jacket back off once again and rests it on Tippy’s shoulders, “This time, don’t give it back to me until we’re at the manor.”

“Alright, alright, Lucky Charms.” Tippy gives an exaggerated eye roll. During the walk back home, Tippy playfully bumps into Vanilla a few times,

“What are you doing, you little bug?” Ice bumps him back with a chuckle.

“You’re like a brick wall!” Tippy stumbles a bit then bumps into Ice with a laugh. Vanilla laughs back,

“Hey!” The brunette pushes a little too hard and Tippy loses his balance. The short gentleman slips and starts falling to the concrete. Ice gasps and swiftly grabs onto Tippy. Instead of gracefully helping him back up, they both end up tripping and wobbling down to the sidewalk. Both of them end up with scrapes and light bruises. Vanilla and Tippy softly groan in pain and the feeling of being dazed, until they realize…

“Hngh?!” Vanilla had broken Tippy’s fall for the most part and now their legs are intertwined, and Vanilla is still holding onto Tippy’s forearm. 

“I-I-I’m sorry!” Is all Tippy can say. They both scan each others’ faces, which are very close to each other. Vanilla’s cheeks are on fire and he feels his heart is about to explode out of his chest. Tippy’s cheeks are scarlet and he feels the same way, and can’t help but laugh uncontrollably. The way Tippy laughs makes things a bit less embarrassing for the two. Vanilla grins, still feeling a little awkward about the situation.

“Here,” Ice crouches and holds out his hand for Tippy to take it. He grasps onto Vanilla’s large hand and is pulled up a bit too quickly. 

“Whoa!” Tippy crashes into Vanilla’s chest face first.

“Oh! Are you alright?” Ice asks and gently takes Tippy by the shoulders.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Uh…” The two look each other in the eyes for what seems like ages. Tippy sighs and looks away.

“Wait. Is something wrong?” Ice asks with concern.

“It’s nothing… Well– no, nevermind.” Tippy may have a slight smile on his face, but there’s sadness behind it.

“You can tell me. If something is bothering you, I would be more than happy to help.” Vanilla nods and they continue the walk back home.

“It’s just that… I don’t want to ruin everything. But– you know what? Now’s a good a time as any.” Tippy steps in front of him. “Vanilla…”

“Y-yes?” Ice tries to remain calm and poised as usual, but he can’t shake the nervous sparks running up and down his body like an electrical current. His stomach churns and his heart skips a beat when Tippy speaks,

“I have feelings for you. I like you. I do. I really really like you! Ugh! And I hated the fact that I liked you for so long, but I just–!” He stumbles over his words and covers his face. Vanilla is taken aback, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed. “I’m sorry. I know your heart belongs to Dio… I know I just ruined everything by saying something, but I just had to say something, but– ugh, this is so confusing!” 

Tippy sits down on the curb and sighs, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Vanilla is at a loss for any kind of response. After a while, Vanilla decides to sit down next to Tippy and speak in a gentle tone,

“Yes, I told you that my heart belongs to Dio… however… I don't think he knows. He doesn't...have to know.” Tippy looks over at Vanilla, which causes Vanilla to turn away. “What I’m trying to say is… you–,” Ice inhales and holds his breath, “I share your infatuation… unfortunately. Now, don’t make me say anything else.” Vanilla exhales. 

“R-really?” Tippy raises an eyebrow in surprise, “I mean… I kind of figured you were flirting with me every now and then, so I kind of did the same! Heheh!” 

Vanilla covers his face with both of his hands and sighs in embarrassment. 

“So uh… what do we do now?” Tippy says softly, with a giddy little smile.

“I guess this means we’re a couple now.” Ice takes Tippy’s hand and looks at him with that stoic face he always has. They both look at each other with pure romance in their eyes. Tippy covers his mouth and can’t help himself, he giggles. Ice attempts to suppress a smile. Ugh… damn it, he’s so cute… I should go for it… right? Vanilla leans in, making Tippy lean in too. Both gentlemen close their eyes and go in for a kiss.

They end up bumping their noses against each others’, chuckling, then finally planting their lips together. 

The kiss between Vanilla and Tippy is so warm and filled with desire. Ice can’t control himself, he leans in further, melting into the kiss as if they were both the only two men in the entire world. Tippy wraps his arms around Vanilla’s shoulders, running his fingers through his long brown hair. Vanilla’s touch starvation surfaces when he lets out a small pleased grunt while kissing his new boyfriend. Everything Vanilla has ever wanted in a partner was right in front of him the entire time. This moment is so magical, he wants to cry. Tippy doesn’t pull away too soon like Dio does. Vanilla finally gets the satisfaction of romance he so desperately craved. Tippy smiles on Vanilla’s lips and they both pull away for breath. Ice gently rests his forehead against Tippy’s and gulps, catching his breath still. I don’t want to let him go. I don’t want this feeling to end. Please… please stay… forever and ever. Tippy chuckles and holds Vanilla close,

“This feels right…”

“...yeah.” Ice is internally beating himself up for not saying everything on his mind. Not only does he not know how to articulate his intricate thoughts, but speaking about his own feelings has always been an obstacle for him. 

In Vanilla Ice’s bedroom

The two gentlemen decided to paint each others’ nails, brush each others’ hair, and share music like any other night together. Ice listens to Tippy talk about things and make jokes for a while, until he speaks up,

“We kissed…”

“Yeah, we did!” Tippy says.

“But… Everyone knows we don’t like each other very much.” Vanilla messes with some nail polish.

“Well… I mean… nobody has to know anything just yet.” Tippy crawls over to Vanilla and looks into his eyes. Ice’s eyebrows are frowned and his eyelids are hooded. Tippy leans in and lays on Vanilla’s chest, to which the brunette wastes no time wrapping his muscular arms around the thin gentleman. Ice breathes a content sigh and snuggles up against Tippy. 

After a while, it’s obvious Vanilla tends to follow his instincts and only has so much self control. Every now and then he does things in the heat of the moment. He and Tippy are quite similar in that regard, the two gentlemen end up sharing a beautiful night full of intimacy and passion. They can’t keep their hands off of each other. Each moment spent together this night is pure ecstasy, the feeling of bliss and fulfillment is immeasurable. Ice has never felt this amount of pleasure in his entire life, he is ever so grateful to share this intimate moment with his new beloved. The couple share a shower, filled with romantic embraces, warm kisses, laughs, and the close feeling of togetherness that is washing each others’ hair. 

Vanilla and Tippy end up falling asleep in each others’ arms for the rest of the night. Vanilla doesn’t want to let Tippy go… They keep each other warm in that big cozy bed of his. Those two are inseparable and complete each other to the highest degree. Ice wakes up in the middle of the night, expecting to wake up to a big empty bed once again… but it’s true what happened. He curls up next to Tippy and kisses his cheek sleepily before resting his arm over his boyfriend.

I can get used to this… I don't want sire to know just yet. I can't shake this feeling of guilt, even though I know Lord Dio wouldn't mind. What sire doesn't know won't hurt, right? I can only hope this feeling never goes away… I hope Tippy never ever goes away… I love him so much.

To be continued…

[oathofpromises]

Warning the following backstory is filled with themes of: Torture, Blood, abuse, manipulation, and homophobia. This is related to the character’s backstory.

Cold, gloomy, and musty was the new atmosphere Hiroto had grown accustomed to—the way his voice echoed around the cellar. His hands were chained against the wall as the blood trickled down his forehead and back.His hands, shackled mercilessly, clung to the cold, unforgiving wall. Crimson rivulets, like scarlet tears, dripped down his forehead and trailed along the curves of his back.

Everything was wrong; he'd given so much to these people and never questioned their ways, despite the fact that they weren't what a viper should be. What more could he possibly say or do? There was nowhere else he could go; his family had sent him here, and a part of him hated them for it. Why was he the one who had to go through everything while his sister got to enjoy a carefree and normal life with their parents? For such a long time, he maintained the mindset that he was the child who was not loved. Wincing, he tried to pull himself up, his face paler than usual. All of this was because of who he wanted to love.

Despite the fact that it shouldn't have been a big deal, it was to them. They detested the idea that Hiroto desired more from men than just friendship. Although it was never in the Viper's plans, they had anticipated that the white-haired man would succeed his father as tribe leader. Why should he lead a group that had cast him out of his own home?

They used a variety of implements to dig into his back in the mistaken belief that it would somehow motivate him to change his behavior. The idea that they wanted him to alter his identity as a person was complete nonsense. And for what exactly? For the sake of the tribe, being a nunh was not something he wanted, nor was being a leader. Hiroto could care less about having a child, especially not after being betrayed by the one person he thought would never hurt him in this place: the one he trusted to protect him at all costs.

"I could never love you. This was nothing more than a task that had been delegated to me. I pretended to be concerned about you for a number of months, but the truth is that you were nothing more than a mark for me.'

Hiroto's vision was a little hazy, a combination of blood and tears. They had left him here after inflicting excruciating pain on his body, but they did not intend for that to be the end of their torment for him.He hadn't anticipated it to end so unexpectedly either; being Vipers themselves, they were well aware of the myriad of tactics they possessed at their disposal to subdue someone. A combination of mental as well as physical torture. They expected him to eventually buckle and comply with their requests, but Hiroto was not that kind of person.

"Love always ends in heartbreak. The deeper your feelings for someone, the more pain they will cause you. Do you see Hiroto now? Because you are a monster, no one will ever love you.'

The white-haired man bit his lip as he stood and pulled forward, feeling the chains dig deeper into his wrists. He knew it was pointless; they were designed to drain someone's aether and render them helpless. The worst part of it all was that he no longer felt he could trust anyone. Who was to say whether they were being truthful or simply trying to exploit him for their own gain?

Tears began to trickle down Hiroto's cheeks. "I trusted him," he muttered. The combination of tears and the blood that was still trickling down his forehead almost looked like droplets of blood. It burned, but yet even that wasn’t the worst part of the torture. The snow haired male was durable enough to recover from a variety of wounds, but his own feelings always seemed to do the most harm. He swore there and then to himself that he would bury his heart, or at least what was left of it.

Build barricades so high that no one could possibly scale them. If he could maintain his icy demeanor and emotional distance, no one would ever be able to hurt him again. It was far better than to remain here, trapped in an endless cycle of hatred. To feel like all of this was somehow his own fault, which part of him did feel that way? If he had been born differently, maybe he would've been able to remain with his own family, but thinking about the past did nothing but pour more salt into his open wounds.

'Still trying to fight, huh? I thought you would've passed out hours ago, yet here you stand, trying so desperately to last the night.' whispered a soft voice, yet the individual who was behind it was anything but that. Hiroto slowly raised his head and looked upward, where he saw Cizu'yi standing near the top of the stairs with the cellar door slowly closing behind him. Simultaneously, the refreshing breeze diminished.

"I have no desire to interact with you in any way, shape, or form. What more do you want from me?", Hiroto muttered under his breath as he averted his eyes from the dark haired male. Cizu'yi smirked as he pulled out a dagger, twirling it in his hands, and walked towards the chained-up Hiroto. Slowly, he bent down before using the tip of the knife to force the white-haired Miqo'to to look up into those violet hues. Gritting his teeth, Hiroto felt part of his body want nothing more than to punch the other in the mouth.

'Don't glare at me so coldly. A few nights ago, you quite enjoyed my presence. The way you cried out my name, anyone would think you truly loved me. Oh, wait, you did.'

Hiroto winced as he felt the tip of the dagger dig into his neck before, in a fluid motion, Cizu'yi swung up and caused a cut across the white-haired male's face. A cold laughter emitted from the other before he felt the black-haired Viper lean in and forcibly grab his face.

'THAT EXACT LOOK... I STAYED AWAKE COUNTLESS NIGHTS, WONDERING HOW I COULD MAKE YOU HAVE SUCH A VULNERABLE GAZE.'

Hiroto closed his eyes as he felt Cizu'yi bring his lips towards the open wound and lick up some of the blood.Hiroto wanted to resist, to fight back, but how could he when his arms and legs were shackled to the wall? It made him feel completely helpless for whatever Cizu'yi wanted to inflict on him or his body. The dagger trailed down, the cold metal pressing gently against Hiroto's chest. Growling Cizu'yi yanked him by the hair to forably stand, pushing him against the wall.

'Even now, you act like you are so much better than me. Twelve, you piss me off. I hated having to touch you.'

A broken laugther filled the air as red eyes glared at Cizu'yi. A part of Hiroto felt like the other had only come to try and make him believe that no one cared and maybe they were right. Since the day he arrived here, all he had been met with was pain. He spent his entire life struggling with the idea that he was never going to be good enough for his own family.

"All of you are the messengers here. You act like it's so wrong to love who I want, but at the end of the day, you turn a blind eye to the fact that I never wanted to be the leader of a tribe. It was always you that did, isn't that right? I remember how much you wanted to claim the title of Nuhn. To be the leader, and yet I already know how bad of one you would be. You are selfish and  arrogant." Hiroto coughed as he felt the wind suddenly knock on his door. His knees buckled before the rest of his body crumpled to the ground.

'Know your place. The next time you say anything like that to me, I will kill you.'

Dying would be far easier. Living like this was endless suffering, yet Hiroto didn't want to simply fade away. To be treated like a curse. It was all so unfair, but that was just how his life had been the moment he arrived here, in a place that was supposed to keep him safe.

Cizu'yi growled before turning and storming out of the cellar. The brief light entered the area only to disappear seconds later. Hiroto leaned his head back as his hand reached up towards the only window in the entire room. His body felt weak, yet all he wanted was to leave this room. To flee this land and find the person that he believed had caused all of his pain. His sister, Stella.

Hiroto sighed as tears started to fall down his face again—the ones he had been holding back for so long. In the end, who could ever love a monster like him? People had made him believe that being around him was a curse. Anyone he did care about would also be taken away by something he had done. Was this really Stella's fault, or just his punishment for being a horrible person? Who decided that?

"I don't want to die," whispered Hiroto as he felt his entire body break down. Sobs escaped past his lips as he huddled into a ball. Night after night, they would resume such things until, eventually, Hiroto left the land and made his way to Eorzea. The place where his sister and parents were, it was only a little after that he would discover his parents had died years ago in a tragic accident. Stella was left with the tribe but eventually left to travel the world. People were now calling her the beloved Warrior of Light.

Fate truly is cruel, isn't it? Just  wait sister. I'll make you pay for every scar I suffered and for every tear shed. This all started when you were born.

[todayisafridaynight]

'im gonna sleep' he lied

[assblastergaster]

Way too many people (both general and tumblr fans) have interpreted the Greens' bassinet eggs not hatching as a symbol of them having to work harder for something that is rightfully theirs. I believe that that's part of it, but the real message gets lost along the way, and is something that i feel like needs constant reminding:

Rhaenyra's children are the rightful heirs because she is the rightful heir.

The fact that prince/princess bastards do not inherit thrones is because, usually, the ruler is a king and thus their true father does not pass down any inheritance of the position. However, no matter who the father of Rhaenyra's children is, the true queen is their mother and her inheritance passes through her to them. The point of the Dance of Dragons is that the war was fruitless and destructive for no reason other than Rhaenyra's reign was denied for reasons no male heir would ever face (i.e. if Rhaenyra and Laenor were the opposite sex, it would've been another situation of marital rape á là Alicent and Viserys). When we get lost in the details of how the succession should probably turn out, we lose the main idea. Yes, Aegon does have the stronger claim in terms of the show—but the point is that there is no real reason for that. The same thing happens in Game of Thrones, where people forget that even in a fantasy universe that has its own rules, the story for which it serves still has a theme or moral it strives to explore.

But I digress. Rhaenyra's sons have their eggs hatch because they are the sons of the chosen Targaryen (as is at least implied by the show). Without being too reliant on Valyrian magic prophecy mumbo jumbo, Rhaenyra's line descends down to the "modern" Targaryens and I think there is a rather strong notion that her succession is the one favored by fate/the gods/the song/whatever. It would not be too far of a stretch to say that favored Valyrian children had dragons hatch at their side and unfavored children just had to go out and make their own way; This is where I agree with that initial conclusion that the hatching/not hatching dilemma is a representation of the firstborn and second born relationship between heirs (but switched, obviously). I just disagree that this encompasses the entire situation.

But also, a small side point about Alicent (because I love her): I believe she's the in-universe way of representing the religious aspect of rejecting Rhaenyra's claim, as her father represents the sociocultural aspect of the same thing. This makes her special in that the religion of the Seven would reject her children as bastards regardless of Rhaenyra's sex which is a beautiful parallel to Alicent loving her regardless of whether or not she is her enemy. She is a metaphor and a parallel to a LOT more than this, of course, but I enjoy mentioning this aspect.