#love them n that representation MMM

[cyndraws]

The besties dancing after a successful heist. Nevermind that one is a detective...

("What side of the law are you on again, Julien?" - Flame probably)

Excuse the mess lol

I used new watercolour markers for this piece from officeworks. Born's 50 pack of dual tip markers and the professional portrait 6 pack.

Theyre also really handy to add colour to my quicker sketches. It really brings them to life.

[sailoryooons]

Request: Alpha Yoongi x omega reader where they’re mates. Domestic fluff and smut. They tease each other after they wake up. Morning sex. And then he’s cooking breakfast. I want to see top tier sexual tension and physical affection please 🙏

❀ Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!afab reader

❀ Summary: It doesn’t get much better than waking up every morning next to your mate. Especially when he decides to make you breakfast.

❀ Word Count: 1,912

❀ Genre: A/B/O, Fluff, Smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: alpha-omega dynamics including scenting, mild submission/domination implications (not really though), brief mentions at alphas taking what they want from omegas/omegas not having a ton of agency, explicit sexual content including unprotected vaginal sex, licking and scenting, missionary and hitting it from behind, oral (f. receiving) mentions of cum, mild nipple play, idk this is just kind sweet and simple.

❀ Published: August 12, 2023

❀ A/N: Honestly asking for your fave trope after it not making the bracket challenge trope is a genius and I am MORE than willing to provide!! I didn’t make them tease each other a ton which I just realized post-writing this, but I hope that is okay! I really wanted to lean into the intimacy between them and ahhhh I love writing A/B/O something about the instinct and nature dynamics really get to me! 

Also, reader’s gender is never specifically referenced beyond having an afab body, which is intentional, but if anyone sees/reads something that reads as gendered, please let me know!! This is unedited currently!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask |Hali’s Happy Agust |

Something warm presses against your neck. It immediately drags you from sleep, the spicy scent of cocoa and smoke making you shiver. Your mind, still waking up, goes blank for a moment, swimming in the scented clouds, body melting. You almost knock back out, overwhelmed by the toe-curling warmth that blooms from your neck down, a swift wave of heat that burns out all thoughts. 

“Sorry,” a low voice murmurs, breath hot against your ear. It feels like you hear Yoongi from a mile away, lost in your own little oasis. He pulls away from your neck, chuckling lowly. “Didn’t mean to knock you into another realm.”

“Mmm,” is your only reply, unable to form words. 

The sheets of your bed are warm and soft, mixed with your scents. Honeysuckle and vanilla for you, cocoa and smoke for Yoongi. It’s enticing and hypnotizing, especially after Yoongi has pressed against your sensitive scent gland before you’re truly awake, knocking you head first into your omega instincts. 

Yoongi’s effect doesn’t wear off. Even after lying still for a few minutes, waiting for the swirling effect of your alpha pressed against you to subside, it doesn’t. Your muscles clench and unclench. You feel the heat of Yoongi’s body pressed next to you, hear the soft cadence of his breath, the steady staccato of his heartbeat. 

Desire blooms in you, a slow blossom of want that grows the more you breath him in, the more aware you become of his presence against you. You can sense as much as smell the way he picks up on  your changes, as mates do. You’re so attuned with Yoongi and vice versa that you don’t have to say a word to him for him to know what it is you want. What it is your body needs in response to his. 

Warm palms pull you closer from your hips, pressing you flush against his. You let out a soft little sound, a barely there whimper, feeling his already hardening cock through his briefs. 

Opening your eyes, it takes a second for your vision to adjust in the gray light of morning. Yoongi’s face is inches from yours, puffy with sleep, eyes like liquid pools of onyx. His mouth is pouted as he watches you, holding himself back. You know he wants to lean in and take what he wants, his alpha instinct always screaming take take take.

Yoongi isn’t that kind of alpha, though. Never has been. 

It doesn’t matter that he can take from you, that you’d never say no. Doesn’t matter that you always open up willing to him, ready to provide whatever it is he wants. Yoongi is about asking, about only taking what he has clearly stated he desires, fighting his own instinct because what he admires most is agency. Your ability to make decisions for yourself.

Even now, if you decide to roll away from him and get out of bed, he’ll let you. He’ll hate every second of it, raging at his inner alpha that wants to pin down it’s omega and fuck you until you can’t take it, but he won’t. 

You close the distance between you, mouth seeking his. Lucky for Yoongi, you always want what he wants. Your desire to be pinned down is hardwired into you, but it’s for Yoongi that you want it. You’d never liked the idea of submitting to other alphas before. Never did - always fighting your nature. 

With Yoongi, though. You give it willingly. All because you didn’t have to. A matter of choice in a world where omegas don’t readily have them.

Yoongi kisses you back, his mouth warm and soft. You radiate warmth as you kiss him, tongue hungrily seeking to explore his mouth. Yoongi makes a sound deep in his chance, hands gripping you tightly by the globes of your ass, pulling you flush together. 

Your tongue brushes the roof of his mouth, a cathedral of worship and warmth only for you. Your hands slip down his waist to the small of his back, his skin burning under your touch as you dig your nails in, wanting him closer than physics allows. 

If you could crush yourself to him and become one, you would. Bend your will into something small enough to place in his heart and live for eternity. 

Instead, you let Yoongi roll you on your back, chest pressed against his. His mouth turns hungrier, sinking into his body’s natural desire to consume you. You purr under the attention, body putty in his hands. 

One hand props Yoongi up as he licks down your jawline toward your neck. There, he sucks greedily at your flesh, so so close to your scent gland that it makes a shiver rattle through you. Yoongi’s other hand slides down your body, tweaking a painfully stiff nipple as he goes. You let out a high-pitched sound and he shushes you, mouth coming back up for a chaste kiss. 

“None of that,” he growls. Your legs fall open for him, pliant as his hand dips between them to feel your dripping slick. “I’m not going to tease you this morning. I just want.”

You know what he means. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. His chest presses against yours as he sucks at the skin of your jaw while dragging his fingers in lazy circles around your cunt, spreading your wetness. 

“I want,” you echo back. “So much.”

“I know.”

Grabbing the base of his cock, Yoongi runs his hot, sticky tip through your folds a few times. You whine for him, hips bucking, hoping to catch him on an upward thrust to push in. He growls at you and you drop your hips down immediately. 

“Greedy,” he mutters. You know he’s not bad, a smile twisting your face. It vanishes when his thick cock breeches your entrance. The pressure is intense but you’re wet enough to make the glide easy. “Fuck, you’re perfect. My perfect omega.” 

The praise makes the room spin. Your eyes flutter as Yoongi presses in, your walls hugging him tightly as he goes. The stretch is divine, like he was made for you and you for him. Your bodies slot together perfectly, heat unfurling from your cunt as Yoongi starts to fuck you slowly, each thrust deep and with purpose. 

This is your favorite. You love when he leans you ruined and dripping too, but the deep push of his cock and the way he grabs your hips to keep you pinned are otherworldly. You cling to him, unable to do anything but take it, your breaths coming out in erratic gasps. 

Pleasure radiates through you, nipples rubbing against Yoongi’s chest, pussy split open by his cock. He drives into you again and again, brushing that soft spot inside of you that makes you go numb. Your head lolls to the side, giving him unfettered access to your scent gland. 

Instead of going for the most sensitive, intimate part of you, Yoongi pulls out and away. Your eyes open a little, half-lidded and heavy as you look at him with a frown on your face. He grips your hips and lifts you, turning you over and dragging your as into the air.

Yoongi doesn’t ask you for anything, reaching for your knees and spreading them how he wants. It makes you sink further into your haze, the way he handles you easily, placing you just the way he likes it.

A moan escapes your mouth when you feel Yoongi’s tongue, not his cock, prodding at your dripping cunt. You fist the pillow, shoulders bunched tight. He hums, satisfied as he mouths messily at your folds, sucking noisily at your throbbing clit.

You babble, straddling the line between an orgasm and blacking out as Yoongi eats you out, humming and cursing as he does so. 

“Taste so fucking good,” he whispers, dragging his tongue up your slit. “Wanna eat this pussy all day.”

You’d let him. And he would, if you asked. 

Instead, Yoongi’s tongue flicks expertly over your clit, making you shake. Your orgasm builds tight inside of you, and just when you think you’re going to let go, Yoongi’s mouth is replaced with his cock as he spears you onto him.

“Fuck!” you scream, air knocked out of your longs as he fucks you hard. His thrusts are slow but to the point, each one carrying his full weight. 

You snap. You come around him hard, but Yoongi doesn’t stop, using your spasming walls and slick pussy to get himself off. His fingers dig into your ass, slamming you back on him, the wet smack drowned out by your breathy mewls. 

Leaning over your sweaty back, Yoongi pulls your head to the side, tongue coming out to swipe at your scent gland. The feeling of his hot mouth against your burning skin makes your eyes roll back and you feel yourself come again, this time silently. 

Yoongi tips over the edge, his thrusting shallow as he pumps you full of cum, sucking greedily on your neck. Somewhere between feeling him come and your world being swallowed by a mist of cocoa and smoke, you drift into a place that is neither awake nor asleep. 

It feels like you’re suspended among the clouds, floating. Happy. Content. You’re somewhat aware of Yoongi near you, his hands on your skin, his mouth brushing across your forehead. You get the sense of being carried and placed in warm water, of a washcloth scented with lemon before you’re placed in soft sheets again.

The smell of bacon is what brings you back. You open your eyes, blinking into the dimness of the room. Yoongi isn’t in bed, but you can hear him in the kitchen. The bedroom door is cracked open just enough for him to keep an eye on your sleeping form. 

Yoongi is in the kitchen, shirtless with his back turned toward you. From the bed, you can admire his lean figure, back flexing as he flips something in a pan. His dark hair is pulled half into a bun, the rest of it sweeping the tops of his shoulder. 

Carefully, you make your way out of bed. You still feel a little dizzy post-orgasm, but you’re more awake than this morning. 

Joining Yoongi in the kitchen, you see he’s nearly done with breakfast, frying bacon and popping perfectly done toast onto a plate. He looks up at you wordlessly and points to a mug of coffee sitting on the counter. 

Sipping it, you preen. It’s made just the way you like it. Instead of saying anything, you join him at the stove, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. He blushes, hiding his smile as he flips bacon. He gestures to the cabinet and you nod, leaving him to pull out plates and silverware.

Just as you finish setting the counter for breakfast, Yoongi flips the stove off. He turns and plates pancakes, bacon, toast and eggs. You raise your brows at all the food, especially when he pulls a bowl of fruit out of the fridge and slides it over.

“You need food,” he says shyly. “You’re tired and spent from this morning.”

“Mhmm.” You spear a strawberry and pop it into your mouth. “I enjoyed it, though.”

Yoongi sits next to you and kisses the top of your head. “I love mornings with you, omega.”

You grin. “I love them with you too, alpha.” 

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ stupid expensive couch ୨୧

pairing: rookie!Leon Kennedy ♡︎fem + AFAB!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, not proof read, smut, feeling of abandonment, implied non aftercare, crying after sex (lol), just so much smut lmg

summary: ʚ after hooking up with your best friend once, you two have to finally admit your feelings ɞ

words: 5019

AN: This is a very OOC representation of rookie leon just leave me alone <3, HEAVILY inspired by this audio :>also consent is not specifically asked for in this fic however it’s implied reader and leon have hooked up before and consent and boundaries were set then, neither party was taken advantage of!!

⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈ ⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈

“Leon, why aren’t you eating more of your going-away cake?” you mumble through the sheer fullness you felt. Leon's face flushed red from the alcohol, he shakes his head furiously “You can’t keep feeding me this stuff! It has so much sugar in it I swear!” Leon commented pointing to it. “What? Scared you're gonna get fat and they're gonna turn you away at the door? You have to be fit to be a policeman you know.” you mumble, taking yet another sip of your drink. The alcohol seemingly scratches your throat on the way down. “Mmm fuck.” you mumble setting your drink down. 

Leon gives you a fake and dramatic scoff, “I'm not gonna get fat from some horrible “cheese-cake” he mumbles with air quotes. “Hey, what's with the quotes?” you ask, biting your lip slightly and tracing the rim of your glass. “This isn’t cheesecake, y/n! It’s just candy!” he tells you leaning back on your couch. 

Ugh, the couch, your boyfriend- well… ex-boyfriend bought it. It was always the same with you, going after guys who never usually meant much to you. It’s not like you wanted to use them, you just wanted to fall in love! In love with anybody else except for Leon, your best friend in the whole wide world. 

Your best friend was moving to fucking Racoon City for fucks sake. “Whatever Leon, how are you feeling?” you ask through a small giggle, tilting your head to the side. Leon looks up at you, his eyes slowly filling with thoughts. That's always something you have known about him, as expressionless as his face tends to be; you can always see in his eyes what's wrong. Your eye contact only holds for a moment before he looks down at the base of your coffee table. 

He lets out a deep sigh before looking up again, this time not at you. You could see it, he was searching for words. “I'm nervous I mean, they tell me to stay away from the place the week I'm about to start? What does that mean? I’ve already looked it up but I can't find anything online about it.” he rambles, standing up. 

The alcohol must have hit him… you let out a small giggle. “I meant the drinks, Leon,” you say eyes following his pacing. “Oh… well fine then. I’m barely even buzzed,” he says walking back over to the couch and sitting down. You smile looking down, Leon lets out a borderline pornographic moan as he lays back on the couch. “My god Leon!” you exclaim looking at him. 

He lets out a toothy grin, “Hey this couch is very comfortable… are you still paying this thing off?” He asks, sitting back up again, reaching for his drink. You open your mouth to tell him that you did not pay a penny for it and instead your ex-’boyfriend’ bought it for you because he was *going* to move in before you broke up with him. 

Leon doesn’t let you get a word out though, he moves the cup down from his lips and swallows. “Oh wait I forgot your boyfriend bought it for you heh, you little couch princess,” he mumbles the last part into the cup before drinking again. Ah Leon, ever the flirt. “No Leon I didn’t pay for the couch and me and *him* broke up,” you say avoiding his eyes and taking a swig yourself. This was not going to be an easy conversation. 

“Oh..” Leon's voice was quiet as he looked down at the table. No matter how drunk or unexpressive he may be, it was clear to you the disappointment and regret on his face. Your stomach suddenly swirled, maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that cheesecake and then used it to soak up alcohol. You quickly set the glass down nervously rubbing your sides. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbles, gesturing with his hands. “It’s ok Leon, honestly it's been a few months,” you confess, looking at him. You can feel a small anger bubble in him. “Fuck really? You wanna talk about it?” he asks scooting ever so closely. Your heart falls as he shifts forwards. Fuck you thought, booze was liquid confidence. You were feeling very confident, just dizzy. 

“No, not really,” you mumble feeling the heat from his body. He was so warm… I mean in a heated apartment in jeans and a sweatshirt… plus he was probably drunk right now. “You care, Leon?” you ask, a small amount of surprise seeps up through your throat and into your words. His eyebrows furrow. “Yes of course I fucking care. I mean it makes sense you two broke up I mean fuck it's getting pretty late, there are drinks and well he isn’t here you know? I wouldn't be comfortable letting you go have drinks with another guy late at night if we were dating.” he says, moving his elbows to his mid-thighs and using his hands to talk. 

He doesn’t seem to know what he is saying. You two dating, god it sounds like a bad nightmare being desperately in love with your best friend and him joking about dating you. You're not sure what to say, your mouth is drying up. “You couldn't have told me this when we called the other week?” he asks, getting loud. Fuck, no not the calls. The calls you two would spend together with each other for hours, desperately flirting with him even when you were ‘dating’ someone. 

Again you go to open your mouth but just like on the calls you can’t bring yourself to say anything, it would ruin it all. “I knew you weren’t doing in a good place but fuck y/n you don’t tell me anything anymore. I know what you said ok, about us being different after we did what we did but I thought we were still best friends!” he rambles, his alcohol fueling his anger. A raging fire that's been there for some time. 

‘After we did what we did’ are words you never wanted to hear tonight. It hadn't been your fault entirely; it takes two people to tango. But taking your best friend's virginity and then leaving before he even fell asleep after… you felt sick. You hadn't meant for it to happen, you didn’t want it to go down the way it did. You were barely giving him anything as he is near crying from happiness… The L bomb nearly slipped out. 

The memories from that night flooding back to you. Your drunk brain is finally losing the internal battle you fought with yourself. Finally pulling him in for a kiss. Telling him that it would change us. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. It was disappointing, for both of you… You only had the guts to go so far before you backed out.

Jerking him off then telling him you couldn't deal with anymore that night, letting him lay down, and then leaving him in that stupid hotel. You swallowed thickly being brought back to the present. A not-so-innocent Leon looking back at you. “Leon I-” you finally started your voice shaky, “No don’t ‘Leon’ me! Why don’t you tell me anything anymore? For Christ's sake, I didn’t even know you had broken up with your boyfriend. I know that dress y/n… when you get sad you buy things, for yourself or your apartment. If you bought something new you would have worn it tonight, for me but you didn’t. You’re wearing that fucking dress…” he points to you, you look down really it wasn’t anything bold. Very simple in fact. Just a tight black dress with a red streak on the side.

Your face heated up. God, he knew you so well. “I knew something was wrong because I saw all your new apartment decorations y/n, I saw them on the call ok? You would never normally buy this shit. I knew you were struggling and I couldn't bear to ask you if you were ok because I already knew the answer to that question. If I had asked you that question,” he leaned in forward. His breath was laced with sweets and liquor… “You would have lied and told me you were doing fine,” he says almost out of breath.

You were out of words watching him, he had stepped back now going back to his pacing. You bit your lip looking at him, he was waiting for you, To say something, anything you supposed. You couldn't keep disappointing him. “It’s always been the same for me, Leon! What else do you want to hear?” you question trying to ignore the sadness weighing on your chest. 

“Please talk to me y/n! You never talk anymore, you never tell me anything and it makes me wonder…” he starts and you can almost see tears in his eyes. “Wonder?” you ask. “Yes y/n wonder, do you ever talk about me anymore? I know we aren’t in school anymore but you still talk to people from school I know you do!” he almost shouts. God why? Why did he have to know you so well>

“Do you ever mention my name? Does anyone else mention my name? Ask how I am. What do you say y/n? Do you say ‘Oh Leon is doing great he is gonna be a cop!’ Is that what you say knowing you don’t know me anymore?” he asks chest heaving. Fuck he looked so pretty all worked up like this. You couldn't help but think about him like that. It’s how you got into this mess in the first place. 

The truth was you didn’t talk about him with anyone, no one except yourself. You couldn't bear it, saying anything about him that is. You would ruin things if you did. “Did you tell him about me? Your couch-buying boyfriend?” it was clear he was jealous as he always has been. He is a gentle person when he wants to be. Never telling you how when a guy would wrap his arms around you it made him sick. He never said it but you saw it in his eyes, you knew it was true. “Did you tell any of your ‘boyfriends’ about me? Huh? About how you fucked me?” he asks, his voice going quiet. 

His chest fell and rose. His anger flowed out of him. “Leon I’m so-” you try to stand up too, but again his eyes betray him. Guilt floods over his features. “No please I’m sorry I shouldn't have said all that, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” His voice was soft, unlike the borderline yelling from his a second ago. “You know I always promise myself I’m never gonna see you again, you know?” he asks, sitting down again. Your heart falls even deeper into your body. 

“I promise myself every time I leave here that this will be the last time. I will leave and never come back until you're marrying some stupid rich guy. Every time I see your name on my phone asking to call my heart fucking sinks. Because you have trapped me, and I can’t get out. I know that I can’t hold myself back when I see you. I will flirt and plead and beg for you even if you don’t see it. God I want you so fucking bad.” he mumbles, burying his face into his hands. 

Your heart is thumping. You're so scared, this is all you have ever wanted. Maybe you didn’t need to be so scared… “It always goes the same way for me, Leon,” you mumble, he peaks up at you moving his fingers from covering his eyes. Your head was spinning with nerves, your brain screaming at you not to tell him what you so desperately wanted to. Your heart was pleading for something else… and for the first time. You listened to your heart.

“I always fall for some stupid guy who turns out isn’t what I want so I freak out and break up with whoever it is. I never like the guys I date because, well I don't want to date them! I want to date you, so badly. No guy can ever replace you. And I’m so sorry I do this to you. This little cat-and-mouse game. I keep pulling you along for shit I know I shouldn't. I’m sorry for ever fucking you in the first place. I should have done it right… you looked so fucking perfect that night. You were just wanting to be loved by me and I screwed it all up. I got scared so I ran. It's what I always do.” you ramble letting your years-long feelings finally seep to the surface. 

Leon was still covering his face with his hands but you can tell by his dreamy eyes that he is happy. Of course, he is. “But I'm trapped too, I ran from you only to run right back. You never want to see me again because of the way I push and pull you.” you sit back down facing him finally. “Flirting with you because I can’t bear to let you go completely yet I can’t commit enough to be with you because I’m so scared. I would do anything to change that night, to give it my all, and love you the way you deserve. But I can’t go back. I can only try and fix what I have done now.” you had started crying. Your face is tear-stained. 

The room went silent minus your occasional sniffles and deep breaths. Leon slowly drops his hands from his face, a very big red blush dusting beautifully on his features. You give a small breathless chuckle licking your lips slightly. The silence seemed like it filled the room. A small tension sewing its way between the two of you. 

“Thank you. For uhh saying that. I thought about that night a lot since it happened. It felt like my dream was coming true but it wasn’t. Jesus, I even cried after you left. You must think I'm so pathetic.”  he mumbles wiping his hands on his face. Your face fell, “I don't think your pathetic Leon.” you say scooting next to him and grabbing his hands. 

His face looking at yours. “I'm so sorry for what I put you through, and you're very brave. I mean fuck, you want to risk your life to help others. You're Not pathetic for crying after I left. Ok?” you spoke in a hushed serious tone. That was a rare occurrence for you and Leon. He just smiled nodding slightly but you weren’t gonna have that. Your hand comes up to his jaw, “Ok?” you ask again, and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Yeah ok,” he mumbles, this Leon contrasted the one from earlier. He was mad or loud and he was happy. 

A tone seemed to have shifted between you too. “Do you think we should try that night over again?” you ask, letting your eye fall into a half-lidded pose. You lean towards him. His eyes widen ever so slightly, you could almost hear his heart rate increase. “What?” he asks. Oh how different this Leon was… so shy and cute. 

You smirk, pushing his arms over his head. You used the pressure your hands had to hoist yourself on his lap. “W-Hat are you doing? Why are you getting on my lap?” he whined, unconsciously bucking his hips as you slid onto him. “Shhh,” you whisper smirking, pressing your finger against his mouth. He gives you the most pathetic look staring up at you.  

You move your finger from his mouth, leaning down. Leon leaned forward, his lips meeting yours. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a whine left his mouth. Your hand slowly moved to his neck squeezing it just a little. His hands found your hair entangling with his right hand while his left hand gripped your neck.

He was already getting worked up, his dick hardening underneath you. You moved back letting yourself catch your breath. “You told me you play a game of cat and mouse with me right?” he mumbled, biting his baby pink lips. “Good job listening,” you mumble in a condescending tone. Leon's eyes shift to an intense stare. 

“I wouldn't mind if we kept playing… you as the cat and me as the mouse?” he asks, his voice raising in pitch, batting his eyelashes. You smirk, “Yeah I think I can arrange that baby.” you say pushing yourself off of his lap and walking over into your room. Leon smirks watching you walk to your room. 

After a minute has passed you hear Leon’s voice from your living room. “What's taking so long?” you playfully roll your eyes. “Hold tight Leon!” you yell from, chuckling slightly. Leon shifts in his seat with anticipation. He couldn’t wait for whatever you had planned for him. He heard your soft patterns come out of your room and he turned his head. He saw you had a rope in your hand. “When the fuck did you get a rope?” he asks, looking at it. 

Your hand leaves the rope to land a smack across his face. Leon whimpers at the impact, “Fuck I’m sorry, you can tie me up.” he whines out bucking his hips. “Good boy,” you murmur, rubbing your hands against his face. “Can I get naked please?” he asks, trying to give you the most innocent eyes possible.

It seemed to have worked because you started pulling down his pants and boxers. He took this as a yes and took his shirt off. He was now completely bare sitting against the very comfortable couch. “Can I tie you up now?” you ask, admiring his body. “Fuck yeah you can, god I wanna be your whore so badly,” he whined. You raised your eyebrow at his enthusiasm. He put his hands behind his back for you. You push his head down exposing the back of his neck. 

You began tying his hands together and kissing his neck. “Ahh fuck.” he mumbles feeling the fibers burn his wrists. You fist a bit of the hair on the back of his pulling his head back up. You let your fingers trace over his thighs, moving slowly towards Leon’s almost completely rock-hard cock. It was flushed with pink and dripping with pre-cum. 

You leaned down kissing him again finally letting your hand glide up to his cock. Gripping the base of it, Leon moaned into your mouth. You moved your hand painfully slow up and down on his cock. “Fuck please…” he whimpered. You pulled away from him, “Please I need to see you too.” he whined out of breath. 

You pushed his shoulders back so he hit the couch. You slid the dress off your body revealing your entire body. You had decided against wearing panties. Leon’s eyes raked over you. “Fuck I should have known you wouldn’t wear any panties. You knew you were gonna fuck me huh?” he growled looking at you. 

You slapped him again, his blush matching the bright red color on the right side of his face he adored. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, looking back at you. “Please let me see your fucking pussy.” he whined trying to buck his hips into the air, his cock slapping his tummy. “Yeah, you wanna see my pussy? Yeah?” you asked, leaning down to Leon who was rapidly shaking his head ‘yes’. “Please, please, please Mommy,” he begged, his face bright red.

You sat down right next to him, the pudge of your thighs touching his. You spread your legs apart. Leon gasping at your body. Your left hand moving back to his cock, your right hand moving to your clit. You moved both of your hands gathering your slick occasionally with your right hand. 

Leon was in heaven breathing rapidly watching you pleasure yourself while jerking him off. It was fucking beautiful but this isn’t how he wanted to cum. “Please, let me eat you out…” he whined looking at you. You slowed your ministrations. “You don't wanna cum?” you asked with feigned pity. “I do but..” he whined looking at your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fuck I want you to use me. I want you to cum first please, god I will do anything.” his voice was exasperated.

Sweat dripped down his face, his lips swollen, cock red and dripping with his arousal. You bite your lip looking at him. “Fuck please oh my god I want you to sit on my face so bad.” he damn near screamed struggling against his ropes and bucking into the air. “Beg,” you murmur. “Please Mommy, you have to let me eat you out. I know you want to come, please let me do it. Fuck! Please please please!!” he was screaming now.

Your hand slapped over his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks onto your hand. “You can eat me out baby calm down.” you ensure, staring at your sobbing partner. Cue the rapid “Thank yous/ your so good/ use me’s” he was dripping with tears, sweat, and precum. You straddled his head holding just about his face. “Are you sure Le- baby? I don't wanna crush you,” you say, hand rubbing the side of his face. “I WANT you to crush me, sit down please!” he begs trying to lift his head to your aching cunt. 

You managed to keep his head down with your hand. “Ok baby if you're sure,” you murmur, you gently sit down. Your thighs smothering Leon’s face. You feel his tongue start moving in and out of your sopping cunt. You gasp feeling the burning pleasure slowly start building in your lower tummy.

“Leon- fuck.” you let out a whimper, white-knuckling the couch. You couldn't understand most of what Leon was screaming into your cunt but sounded a lot like. “Fuck fuck fuck! God your so cunt is so good. That's it ride my fucking face.” whatever he was saying was vibrating your clit making his tongue feel even better. 

You went to sit up to give him some room to breathe but that was a mistake. “What are you doing, please? Come back I need you to use me like a free-use whore, fuck!” he was screaming again. Next to thrashing around for your cunt again. 

Your hand landed on his cheek bringing him out of his tantrum. His pupils were blown, still gasping for breath. “You need to catch your breath before you get to eat me out again,” you warn. “I don't wanna breathe! Just fuck me!.” he growls. You bring your hand up to his throat squeezing. “Don't be mean you know you want to. I'm just a free dick and mouth for you. You and your beautiful body. I'm just here to please you. I’m just a fucking whore.” he whines at you, wrists burning from the rope. 

“I'm not letting you taste my cunt again, just for that,” you growl, which makes his head spin. He can’t even throw another fit before you make him lay down. “Of course you make me lie down, you know my hands are still tied so I can’t do anything. M just a lil free use toy for my mommy.” he was teasing you…

You straddle his dick, slowly sinking into him. He unintentionally bucks up, dick hitting your cervix. “Ah, fuck I’m sorry I didn't mean to do that.” Leon mumbles and for the first time tonight gave you an earnest look. “Heh, it's ok Leon don't worry. Are you doing ok? Need anything right now?” he was balls deep inside of you and you were asking if needed anything…

Leon could have sworn he would have come just then. “No- no I’m good!” he says adjusting his hips, cock somehow slipping deep inside you. “Good,” you mumble, and you began moving up and down on him. Your hands brought up to your tits groping them.

“You like watching me play with myself on you baby?” you ask, to which he can only feverishly nod ‘yes’. Words have escaped Leon, his edging from earlier coming back in tenfold. “M gonna cum.” he whimpers out in fear. “Don’t wait for me first ok?” you mumble, feeling the coil in your tummy tighten your cunt hungrily absorbing Leon’s cock. “Fuck!” he shouts, wrists almost bleeding from how hard he was pulling them.

Leon’s brain was going completely blank, his neurons only able to produce TV static. “Please momma, you can come on my cock I know you can, fuck! You're so beautiful I can’t take it anymore! Just come Mommy for me please!” Leon begs his voice almost whispering. 

“God your such a good fucking whore Leon,” you mumble, hands white knuckling the couch, bouncing your body up and down. Feeling your coil snap, cunt clenching around his cock. He clenches his jaw watching the most beautiful thing he has ever seen before in his life. Your eyes roll back with fever that makes him dizzy. 

Your head falls back beads of sweat dripping on your face and neck. Cunt swallowing up his dick. Fucking hell he was in heaven. Your orgasm dies down, as you ride yourself through it. You are only able to give Leon a little nod, and he lets his orgasm rip through his body. “Fuck fuck fuck, y/n.” he whimpers, hot cum shooting inside of your cunt. 

Both of you were breathing rapidly, eyes interlocking. “Good job Leon,” you mumble kissing his hairline. Slowly moving off of his dick cum leaking out of you. “Can you sit up for me?” you ask, trying not to let it come spilling off of your thighs. “Y-yeah,” he whispers while sitting up. His back was hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat dripped down. 

You made quick work of the rope taking it off, your stomach turning slightly at the bright red and freshly bruised marks. You kiss his wrists ruffling his hair slightly. He gives you a puppy-like gleam, fuck he was so adorable. “Would you be ok if I left you for a second to clean up?” you asked, cupping his face. 

“Mhm! I’ll be right here heh,” Leon said, you pulled him into a kiss before letting him go to clean yourself up. You went pee and grabbed a towel for him as well as a glass of water. You needed to do this right for him this time. You were going to make sure you never made the same mistake again twice. 

Unfortunately, as you feared when you walked back into the living room Leon didn’t look ok. “Baby? Leon? Should I not have left? Are you ok?” you ask, rushing over to him, setting the water and towel down next to the couch. Leon's face was red but not with a blush but with tears. They prickled at the corners of his eyes, your arms pulling him close to you. A small sob racked through his body, hands covering his face as he fell into your touch. 

“I’m so sorry Leon, I know this has probably been hard for you. I’m so sorry for that. I’m going to do better, I promise nothing we just did was real. It’s all pretend pretty boy. You're not a whore, your safe with me ok? I’m going to work hard to earn your trust ok?” you whisper into his ear, slowly stroking his hair. You know he can hear you, you also know letting him cry might be the best thing right now. 

This no doubt has brought up a lot of feelings for him, and that's ok. “Can you try taking some deep breaths? You don’t have to stop breathing but I need you to breathe ok?” you ask in the softest voice you can muster. You place your hands on his chest. He nods against your thighs, wet tears smearing around. You can feel him calling himself down with the occasional hiccups. “Good job.” you praise kissing the back of his neck. 

You coddled him for a few more minutes before he agreed to let you clean him up a bit. He sat like a kicked puppy on the couch letting you use the soft microfiber towel to clean around his groin and tummy. Holding his cup of water with both of his hands gulping some of it down.

He was quietly staring at your hands to clean him up. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you ask, setting the towel on the side. “Um, can we have a shower please?” He asks, still feeling off from everything. You take his cup of water, set it down, and help him up to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature that nearly melted Leon as he stepped in. 

“I’m sorry for crying, I just got reminded of that night. I felt so alone,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Hey don’t say sorry for crying I’m sure you felt a lot. Let’s get you clean ok?” he nods, before wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not sure how this is going to work between us but if you want I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers into your ear. 

You pull away from the hug hot water dripping down your bodies. “I would love to be with you Leon,” you whisper, kissing him. His hands snake around your waist pulling you flush against him. The two of you melding your bodies together. 

After a very loving shower to contrast the feelings of earlier you two got dressed (you forced Leon into one of your shirts that was too short for him but you certainly didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around you, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His soft snores filled the room. You never wanted to let go of this moment. 

If only you two knew what lay ahead of Leon in Racoon City…

[sluggmuffin]

🎢 - my b I’m on a newsie train right now, maybe blink x latina!reader where she is just scolding some of the newsies in Spanish like children and blink is hopelessly in love

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

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Hey nonny thanks sm for the ask! As a Latina I love to see representation!!

(Translations at the end)

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"I love ya" Blink whispered, nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I love ya too-" you started, but stopped hearing a loud thud from the other room.

On the other side of the wall you could hear feet pattering against the creaky wooden floors and little children laughing, before the door burst open and in come a couple of the younger newsies playing tag and running around the beds, tossing pillows at eachother as they do.

"Oye!" You raise your voice, making sure to not yell, but be loud enough so they can hear you. "Si van a jugar esto, deben recoger el cuarto o encontrar otro juego para jugar porque no quiero recoger su desorden." You scold, making the boys stop in their tracks.

"Sorry (y/n), we can find a different game." One of the boys says, as they all slowly start to pick up their mess, before leaving the room and going to find something else to do.

"What was that?" Blink stares at you dumbfounded.

"What was what?" You ask, confused.

"The- the Spanish. Since when could you speak it?"

"Ever since I was little, my mom used to speak it all the time and I picked up on it." You shrugged, straightening out the rest of the room.

"Ya think ya can teach me?" He questions, snaking his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Mmm sure."

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Translations:

"Oye" is kind of like saying 'hey!' But not in a 'hello' way like a "listen up" kind of way.

"Si van a jugar esto, deben recoger el cuarto o encontrar otro juego para jugar porque no quiero recoger su desorden." - 'If your going to play this, you need to pick up the room, or find a different game to play, because I don't want to have to pick up your mess"

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So yeah!!

[kozykricket]

crab talk

i absolutely love the crab in terms of cuteness, and if youre voting based purely on vibes and looks, and maybe even representation of a niche crab species? thats great but if you're voting because of the claw, hear me out: (though, perhaps this is more of a critique of mojangs exploration incentives and game design than "don't vote crab" because honestly im absolutely chill with anyone who votes crab, and i prefer it over penguin bc its so cute and crabs are frREAKING AWESOME and desreve to be in minecraft) but if you're someone whos like mmm claw yes reach mm block reach... hear me out.

Should such a broadly applicable & relevant to the most core fundamental part of minecraft... tool, be locked to such a specific, niche biome? or even a specific biome at all? I would be opposed to a reach increase even being locked to plains biomes, honestly. Does mojang think this is like, good exploration-based design? a good incentive? I mean, okay, realistically it won't be that good, and there may even be another way to increase reach added eventually... although that would make the crabs only Practical Use(TM) redundant I just see a lot of flaws with adding something so... related to mining and placing blocks, to a specific place, to be gated behind a weird quirky item. imagine if you had to go to granite caves in terraria to get an extra accessory slot! thats... just kind of a weird incentive? like okay, penguins are in a somewhat niche biome, but what they give you (boat speed) is only really relevant in the place you find them, not in the entirety of the game and armadillos give you something completely unrelated in any way to the savanna, which. is a bit silly, but its irrelevant to a lot of peoples playstyles, so i think its pretty fair to lock something behind it maybe im just not an explorer, and so i dont like certain things being gated to particular biomes, but like. its a practical utility item, which is pretty odd. rant over. vote however you'd like. crabs deserve to be in minecraft. im voting armadillo bc savanna needs redemption after losing the biome vote (im glad it lost the biome vote tho tbh foxes are silly n iconic to modern mc imo)

[equallyshaw]

The Medicated Series: features OC’s with medical issues such as depression, anxiety, physical disabilities such as MS or Rheumatoid Arthritis as well as any other autoimmune disease such as Crohn’s, endometriosis, infertility, etc. (not an autoimmune but you get it) I feel, as a person with a physical disability, that there is a lack of representation and have always wanted to see myself in y/n stories. Always have and always will.

Master Post Cale Makar Medicated Series:

Part two of series.

In my writing, it will have inclusivity, not exclusivity.

Love you all, stay healthy and safe.

I’m starting off with rheumatoid arthritis since this is what I have, and have so much to say ! haha. Enjoy xx

Links for information regarding rheumatoid arthritis:

https://www.cdc.gov/arthritis/basics/rheumatoid-arthritis

triggers/warnings: medications, needles/infusions,and talks of depression/anxiety. and angst.

Original Character: Eliza Nicole James, 23 years old. Brunette Hair, Blue Eyes, short and curvy.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: ALSO, I am so gratfeul that you guys seem to be liking this so far. And thankyou for the sweet messages and support, it means the world. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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Eliza’s Pov:

I stared at my laptop, on this wonderful, freezing cold tuesday Feburary morning. It had been a month and a half now, of talking to Cale and growing our friednship. I defintly had a crush on him, but down played it so I wouldn't get hurt. He for sure did not like me. He'd leave eventually, right? Even as a friend.

Cale was picking me up from work today, and planned on taking me out to an early dinner, our 3rd out of the apartment date. The winter had given me a beating, and with Cale being gone most days- it was easy to be alone and not over overexert myself. and not bother him ofcourse.

"Hey are you okay?" Eric asked walking in after seeing mestaring blankly at my email. It was an email from Joe Sakic himself, asking if I wanted to come on board for the community outreach initative program for the Avalnche Organization.

"Um.. look at this." I said turning around my laptop, confused and at a loss for words.

[Dear Eliza James,

I am emailing you in hopes of having you become part of the Colorado Avalanche team. Upon our talks about the game that the wonderful kids were honored at, I was amazed at how much you have a niche for this. We would be honored to have you join our team as the Manager in charge of our Community Outreach Program. We have a wonderful team across the board, and we know you will fit in perfectly. Let us know what you think by March 1st.

We would look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best Regards,

Joe Sakic. ]

"Oh shit, I was wondering when he was gonna send it." Eric said non chalantly, my eyeballs left my socket at his words. "Wait-wait what?" I asked in disbelief and he let out a chuckle, "The night of the game, he was talking to me and what I thought of the idea. I couldn't say no, they were so impressed by your ogranizing of the game that he thought you would make a perfect addition to the team. I say go for it, Liza." he said with a grin. I shook my head, "No, they'll think im too much to work with. Too much to deal with. What happens if I am out for a week? HUH? what then?" I asked rubbing my hands over my face. "I already gave them a run down, besides its illegal to fire somebody over a disability. I will personally remind them myselves after I come over there and take some heads off and maybe drop them off a lawsuit in the process." Eric said, making me laugh. he would do it.

My stomach was in knots, and I was still at a loss for words. "I don't know, I can't leave these kids. I can't leave Martha, my irish babe." I said sadly and he shook his head.

"But you'll reach even more people with your fighting spirit, love." he said grabbing ahold of my shaking hand. "Mmm, we will see. I have until the end of the month to decide." I said feeling my head spin. "Okay, whatever you say honey." he joked. "Besides I can't leave my favorite gay best friend, now can I?" I grinned at Eric who laughed. "I think I might be your only gay friend but anywho, lover boy is waiting at the desk for you." Eric said walking out.

I groaned grabbing my papers and my laptop and putting it in the bag, the email would have to wait.

I walked out into the hallway, saying goodbye to my other friend who is a physical therapist- Mike and my hall buddy. He waved me off as I began to make my way towards the front desk, where Cale was.

As I turned the corner, I saw Cale talking to the front desk ladies and I smiled as I walked up to him. The ladies noticed and smiled at me, and with that Cale turned around. His smile reaching ear to ear, as he did so. "Hi." I mused stopping in front of him, before turning to the front desk ladies. "Goodnight ladies, I will see you bright and early tomorrow." I grinned and they shook there heads, "We will see you at ten am sharp!" one of them joked and I laughed. "Bye now." I said, turning back to Cale who offered to take my bag and I obliged and handed it over to him. "Oh my god, whats in here?" He joked before turning to the ladies, "Thankyou for the tips, Ill be sure to use them. Goodnight!" He said grabbing ahold of my hand and walking out with me. I looked down at his hand and was shocked. No guy had ever held my hand before. Cale sensed my nerves and gave me a comforting smile.

Cale opened the passenger door for me, and waited until I was settled to shut the door and placed the bag behind my seat and jogging over to his side.

"That was quick." I mused and he looked over with a confused face, "You. Jogging. Fast." I said feeling small and then it clicked for him. "Yeah, normal things like that haunt me." I joked pulling my seat belt on as I felt the car turn on. "So how was your day?" he asked pulling out of the loading spot. I shrugged, "it was ok. draining but ok." I said cooly and he nodded. "How was yours? Did Nathan fall a lot today?" I grinned and he laughed. "I will say those notes that Martha gave, have held up. Can't forget EJ reminding him every day." Cale responded making me laugh. "Yes, cannot forget about the reenforncer EJ!"I added causing him to laugh as well. "Where are we going tonight?" I asked as we drove some more through the city.

"Stout Street Social downtown." He responded and I smiled, "You remembered how much I favor brew pub fare over anything anyday." I said taken back by that small little tidbit.

We were at my apartment while Becca was out with some of our friends, and I had given some options from doordash and saw that there was this brew pub and how much I enjoy brew pub food, but it was in passing as we were looking at a thai food place.

"Of course, Eliza. Im excited, we really didn't go to these places growing up so now that I live here -- I definetly enjoy the fare." he mused. "Well, this is all I grew up with. Not gonna lie. So I will give you many options." I joked as we were nearing the restaurant. We pulled into the small lot they had behind the hotel, and parked with Cale gracioulsy taking care of the fee.

We walked side by side, with my walking slower so I wouldn't slip on ice. "Oh my god, im sorry. I should have dropped you off." he said realizing what was going on. I waved him off, as he looped his arm within mine. "Thankyou." was all I could muster out on this cold evening.

We walked inside, and I took notice of the low key and chill atmopshere and knew I was going to enjoy the evening.

The hostess took our coats, and Cale put me in front of him as we walked back towards our table.

Partially out of manners and partially out of being in a spot he could grab her incase she fell down.

Near the back of the brew pub, we sat down and I looked around at the differnt cups and jugs on the wall. "woah." I said looking off into the distance and seeing a deer head. "Wouldn't be the wild west without a deer head." I murmured, which Cale caught and chuckled.

"So many good options." I thought looking down the list, going form appetiziers to main courses, dessert and the alochol list. Nope, no alcohol for me tonight.

"What are you getting?" he asked looking up from his menu. "Hmm, dont judge me though." I said shyly. "Never, I could never judge you Eliza." he said. That warmed my heart a tad bit. "Im getting the chicken tenders..." I trailed off staring at the table as he started to chuckle. I looked up and took in his demanor, "NO judgment here, that's what I got the first time I came here." He mused and I sighed, rubbing my hands under the table together. "You gotta have a go to meal, right? A safe option." he joked as the waitress came up to take our orders.

We ordered our dinner, as well as a veggie hummus platter and our drinks.

"Nate would be so proud of me right now." Cale said as the waitress walked away. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. I had never met the dude outside of the few times at work I've seen him, or the game. "Veggies are kind of his thing. he's a freaking health nut and will go off on people if they don't take care of themselves during the season." He explained and I grimaced. "Well that's shitty." I said without thinking, "I mean like, its your body your choice on what you do with it. nobody elses."I explained and Cale nodded. "I guess, but he means well." Cale said and I nodded, "Besides isn't your name being Kale enough?" I joked and he nodded. "Clearly not." He mused.

that still irked me though, what an ass.

The night continued with them cracking jokes, learning more about one another and was filled with Eliza's very sarcastic comments. She had to explain more than once, that she was not being mean. She didn't mean anything in a negetive way.

"Just ask Becc-" I froze as my knees cracked as I stood up. "Fuck." I mumbled and Cale's eyebrows crinkled trying to figure out was wrong. "Sorry, I am very stiff right now. I sat too long." I said groaning, taking slow steps out of the tables and into the walk way.

Cale stood behind me, pressing a small hand to my back.

"All good, take your time." he said as we neared there way to the coat check.

"Great people are staring." I mumbled fighting back tears. People always did this. They stared because I seemed like I was drunk, because of how unstable I was.

We got to the coatcheck, and I threw my coat half on with my scarf and walked out the door.

Cale threw his coat on, and went out after her. Despite her walking slowly, she was halfway down the street, about to turn the corner to the parking lot. He picked up a light jog to catch up to her.

"Eliza-" I cut him off, "I would like to go home now." I said exhausted and on the verge of tears. He nodded looping my arm in his and walking the rest of the way to his car.

Once I settled in, he shut my door and went to his side. I looked out the window and internally sighed. I hated being looked at like I was something out of place in society, or that I had something severely wrong with me.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes,and Cale respected my silence.

We made our way to my apartment building, the minutes winding down on this evening.

He pulled into parking garage and parked in a guest spot, and waited a few minutes to speak.

"They always look at me like im drunk." I confessed as he looked at me. "They've always looked at me like im a freak because I can't walk properly. But until they go through what I have gone through, they would be amazed at how I even have the ability to walk like I do." I said heatedly unbuckling my seat belt.

"And I am sorry you had to see everybody look at us, I am sorry. It's uncomfortable. I get it, if you dont want hang out with me anymore. Since, this is what you are in for." I sighed getting ready to hop out.

"Eliza, wait.” Cale said softly and I looked back at him with fear rising, searching his face for anything. Any inkling at what he might be thinking.

"First up, I am sorry that people stare at you. I am, I am sorry that you have had to deal with people staring at you for a long time. It is not right. And Secondly, I don't care. I get looked at all the time, maybe for different reasons but neverthless, I don't care. All I cared about was you in that moment. That's it, so hell with them. Thirdly, I want to continue to hang out with you. I want to continue being your friend. Especially if you come work with us-" I cut him off. "You knew about that?" I said in disbelief. He nodded, "Yeah Joe told me and everybody else that was there that he had offered you a position. Everybody including myself was excited about the potential oppurtunity to work with you. We saw how much passion you had with the kids at The Pavillionand we want that somehow, someway with us. Also, you are pretty hilarious if you ask us. Somebody's gotta come in hot with small remarks and just leave." He said grinning.

My heart sofetned and I nodded.

"I dont know cale, you're just saying that to be nice to me." I said trying not to buy his words.

He shook his head, "No, I am being genuine Eliza. I want you to be in our lives. I want you to be in my life." he said honestly. I bit my lip looking down, "I don't know Cale, im just like not used to being wanted that's all." I said holding back tears. "And having what I have, makes you isolated so im sorry for having a hard time believing you." I said feeling rather uncomfortable now. He nodded, doing something that I never thought any guy would do.

He grabbed ahold of my hand and gave me a smile, "I like you Eliza. I like you, all of you." he said and that broke my heart. I shook my head, "No. you barely know me, you like the idea of me, you like the idea of possibly 'fixing' me and you'll get bored and annoyed so easily, Cale. You'll see my limitations and see that you have no life with me. No friendship with me. I just know it." I barely got out before grabbing my bag from the back seat and getting out of the car.

He can't like me, there's no way in hell. I pressed the elevator with my key chain and it opened allowing for me to step inside and shut it quickly. I walked out into the hall as it got to the 8th floor ready to cry.

I opened my door to Becca eating some icecream, and as soon as she saw my face she dropped the spoon and came over.

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.

"Oh no, E what happened?" She questioned, pulling back and inspecting me. I let out a sob, with her pulling me back in.

"I told him that he doesn't have a future with me B. I told him he will see my limitations and that he wouldn't want somebody like me." I said into her shoulder and she rubbed my back. "How about I turn on the shower, get your favorite pj's and some hot coco ready?" she questioned as I pulled away. I nodded, wiping my tears and made my way to my bedroom.

Becca's pov:

I watched as E slipped into the bathroom, before pulling out her phone and opening it to Cale's Contact.

I inputted his number into mine and pressed imessage.

[Becca: Hey this is Becca- Eliza's bff and roommate, I heard what happened. She is really torn up about it. Im sorry. Please don't hold this against her. Even if you guys dont talk anymore, please be nice to her if she takes the job.]

I pressed send, hoping he'd get it soon.

[Cale: Hey Becca and yeah I figured. I tried to tell her that what she has doesn't matter and I know that is hard to believe. But believe me, there is so much more to her than her physical strengths and weaknesses. and always, no matter what. Ill always go out of my way for her.]

Awe, he's adorable. He's a good seed.

[Becca: Good. I will try to get more out of her, but yeah, she's never had a guy like her before so this is all new territory for her. Again, Ill try to get her to talk to you. Ill see. shes currently destressing and Ill see how she is later on.]

[Cale: No matter who has and hasnt liked her, I do. I hope she accepts it.]

[Becca: Long shot but I will keep you updated. Again, thanks for getting her home safetly. Now go score a goal tomorrow ;)]

Cale has read and liked the message.

Eliza opened the door, and I turned around ready with icecream and water.

She walked towards me in somewhat of a faze, and I frowned at her apperance.

"Im okay, B. I promise." She said sitting beside me on the bar stool.

"So are you gonna take that job?" I asked curously and she shrugged. "I dont know, probably not." She said with a sad tone. "wait why? That looks like an amazing oppurtunity." I said confused. "I have phenominal health care B. I have to think about that, first off. Secondly, I cant or dont want to leave my kiddos. Martha would be so heart broken. Ive been with her for three years, shes literally my little soul sister at this point. and thirdly, I dont know if I can work around Cale, Espcially not after tonight. Or any of them. There is so many avaibable eyes to judge me. with healthcare, they understand and have understood from the minute I got Eric and the hospital to open the pavillion up." she explained and I nodded. "I love my job, I don't know if I want to leave just left." She added and I nodded wrapping my arm around her.

"Will you still come with me tomorrow?" she asked, "I wouldn't miss tomorrow for the world pretty girl." I responded pulling her in.

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Eliza's POV:

I walked in with B to the denver medical center, today was the 10th day of the month, so I was due for my monthly infusion.

A day filled with reading, writing, sleeping and crying.

We sat down in the infusion center that held only one other person due to covid.

"Hi miss blue eyed girl, how are we feeling today?" Marcia, my favorite infusion nurse sweetly inquired.

I shrugged, "pain is a 4 today, but we will see how it goes." I said sighing and sitting back. She smiled softly, "is it me becca or does she always look on the negitive side of things? a 4 is amazing Eliza, that's improvement from last month." She beamed and I nodded holding my tongue as she adjusted all the vitals that she was going to be taking before hand.

Ten minutes later she put a anti histamine in the iv and I felt five minutes later, the immediate overwhelming sensation of exhaustion, feeling like I didn't have any control over my body, a numbness but tingly throughout my body and felt like I was out of my body.

I sighed laying back with Becca holding my hand and offering a comforting smile, "Keep kicking it. It'll be over in no time." she said and I nodded closing my eyes as the exhaustion became too strong to hold off.

[authors note: its so overwhelming, I hated that feeling. It's one I hope for you to never experience.]

Beccas POV:

She was out like a light. Marcia came up beside me and sighed, "even after all these years- it still gets her. so quickly." I nodded in agreemant. "yeah, im afraid it'll never get easier." I mused and she nodded walking away.

About an hour later, my phone buzzed alerting me with a text from Cale.

[Cale: How is she today? She hasn't responded to me.]

[Becca: She's been passed out for an hour. shes currently at the hospital for an infusion, every 10th of the month she has one. I acocmpany her every time.]

[Cale: wow, shes never menitioned it once to me. actually, shes never mentioned anything about her arthritis to me really.]

[Becca: Shes a closed off person, for a reason Cale. This is just one of the many realities of her arthritis. she doesnt let anybody know about the shit she goes through, the amount of doctor appointments that me or her parents take her to. the amount of tests, blood drawings, xrays/pet scans, and these infusions. these infusions kill her. these are one of the worst things she has had to do. and on top of that the daily shit. the nightly sweats that finally stopping, so she's not awoken up every morning with sweat down her back and her sheets soaked. you also have the daily stiffness and joints cracking. the flare up that consist nothing but flu like symptoms but without the vomiting. hows she on multiple medications a day PLUS a monthly infusion. this life isnt pretty, shes a fucking warrior.]

[Cale: christ.]

[Cale: i wish she'd open up to me a bit more, so she wouldn't have to carry all of this by herself.]

[Becca: you and me both. Ill let her know to check her phone, she's beginning to shake the tingles off.]

[Cale: okay good, thanks. tingles?]

[Becca: an un godly amount of allergy medication goes in her system and it knocks her out, makes her shake, she feels numb but has tingly sensations. its wicked scary the first time you see it. every once in a while, her teeth will chatter. im surprised she hasnt gotten chills yet tbh. usually she has them by now. like imagine watching her go through all of this, i cant even imagine going through it myself]

[Cale: could i possbily go with her next time? give you a break? I mean as long as it's okay with Eliza.]

[Becca: we shall see. Like I said, me and her family are the only one's who get to see this side of her. Ill mention it to her and see. Besides, if she hasn't opened up about anything, chances are she wouldn't want you to see her like this.]

[Cale: understandable. let me know, and let her know i had some flowers ordered for her and they will be dropped off to your apartment in a few hours.]

[Becca: so sweet cale, thankyou. she will be appreciative.]

I looked up from my phone to see Eliza beginning to wake up from her uncomfortable but blissful sleep.

"Goodmorning." I said in a playful voice and she smiled, yawning and strecthing.

"Miss sunshine waking up, how are you feeling? need one of us to fetch anything?" Marcia said walking back up and checking her vitals.

All good. "Hmmm, a venti cold brew with vanilla sweet cream sounds delectable." Eliza mused and I laughed looking at Marcia who clapped her hands together.

"Let me get Eric right on it!!" She said pulling out her phone and calling Eric.

"Eric hun, Eliza would LOVE a starbucks right now." Marcia said putting the phone on speaker.

"Oh for the love of christ, James better be grateful im getting up from my very importnant midday nap for this." Eric joked causing Eliza to laugh.

"Thankyou Eric, super thankful for ya." Eliza beamed.

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Eliza's POV:

Four hours later we were back at home, around 2 'oclock. We had gone in at 7:45 and had spent the morning getting the oh so beautiful medicine that gives me life, infused in me. oh what fun.

"Oh lookey here, we have a surprise." Becca beamed walking in behind Eliza.

"Wait who are those for?" I asked confused, sitting down at the kitchen counter.

"Here." Becca said handing me the card. I opened it, giving her an eyebrow and saw the note.

[Thinking of you, heard that you had a infusion today and hope everything went well. Let me know how you feel when you can, Cale :)]

"Aweeee." becca sang out jumping up and down.

"You told him?" I asked a little annoyed.

"Eli-" I cut her off, "No, I didn't tell him for a reason. Now, he's really gonna look at me like im severly sick. That I am an issue. People can look at me and not realize I am sick because I have a silent disease Eliza. You may know and he may know, but just by looking at me I seem healthy but Im not and now this is really gonna push him a way." I said tears brimming my eyes as I rambled stressfully.

"Babes, he literally said to reach out when you can, that doesnt look like he's pushing you away." Becca said sympathetically and I shook my head.

"No, remember last time when I opened up to somebody that I thought was a friend? They dropped me within hours, so no." I sighed pushing myself off of the barstool and walking towards me room.

I shut my door, sitting down on my bed and laying down.

I curled into a fetus position and looked at the window overlooking denver.

God, how I wish I could be normal and not have to freak about somebody liking me. Cale is the first friend since I was dropped a year ago, and it terrifies me that he will leave too. That I will show him a part of me that he can never unsee and I don't want to lose him.

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because I need that good loving can I request Diluc and Zhongli reaction to seeing there SO dressed up for a formal event even though its not something they really like doing but because they dont want to make Diluc/Zhongli look bad in front of all these other people they put all their effort into looking like the human embodiment of attractiveness.

the way you look tonight 

(okay so truth time - I thought about you the whole time I was writing this and forgot you requested it -- I hope the love of these boys reminds you that you are lovely <3!) 

Warning -> SFW, fluff / comfort (cussing(1))(self-conscience reader)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Zhongli ⚘, Diluc

Zhongli

He finds your normal style of dress unique and interesting, it’s unlike most of the people who make up Liyue’s landscape and it’s independently you

When someone lives their life in the way they want to, that's what Zhongli admires the most about people, about humans 

He doesn’t mind what you wear, he would want anyone to meet you, to see you regardless because through his eyes he sees your attractiveness - it’s in the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you react when something makes you excited or when he gives you a gift you don’t expect - how could he hide you away and not let others see the way you glow? 

You look at yourself for the tenth time in the large circular mirror. An hour had gone by and you still felt unusual, out of place, like a fraud in this attire. For the, you’ve lost count, time you fuss with the fabric that sits against your stomach, tugging on it, wondering if you should leave it open or closed. The most frustrating thing about this is that you had no idea how to wear this damn thing. 

Your head falls onto the vanity and you do your best to hold it all in. With a deep breath, you go back to messing with your hair and face. The ticking clock behind you reminds you that time is not your friend no matter how much you want it to stop. 

This is so hard for you, of course, you want to be there for Zhongli - he was there for everything you ever did, it was beyond time to repay him - but you just couldn’t find the confidence to be proud of what you’d done. So, shaping the image in your brain into a distorted representation of what you wished you looked like, you stood from your small chair and walked toward the door of the bedroom. 

Your shoes click on the hardwood floor which is something you hate, the thought of people hearing you coming only to see what appears from the source of the sound makes your skin crawl. Still, you pressed on, and that’s when your eyes fell onto the immaculate figure that stands near the entrance. His tall, elegant frame is so intense it knocks the wind from your lungs as if someone just punched you in the stomach. How can I stand next to that … you panic and turn to retreat back into the safety of the bedroom when your arms collide with a small table in the hallway.

Objects fall to the ground and, in a ridiculous display of your clumsy nature, you juggle one of the more breakable objects before catching it moments from shattering on the floor below. 

“Whew …” You exclaim, bringing it close to your body. “Sorry, little guy didn’t mean to do that.” You wince, patting its side before place it back onto its home and picking up the other objects from the ground. 

Long fingers enter your field of vision, startled you stand only to see Zhongli reaching down to assist you. 

“Ah, sorry.” You express, crossing your arms after putting the items in your hands half-hazard onto the surface. 

“No need to apologize, are you injured?” He asks, standing himself and reminding you how tall he is. 

“My pride, maybe.” You share, laughing through your embarrassment. 

“Too much of that and we might find ourselves in trouble anyway.” He looks down at you, his eyes scanning, interested and making you shift under their gaze. “You …” 

“I know... I look so strange, and,” you begin, fussing with the top again, “I can’t seem to get this right.” Turning around you show him what you were talking about and how it seems far too loose. 

He laughs softly and you feel his hands run underneath the edge of the fabric and coming to rest at the wrap at your waist. “Let me assist you.” 

“Thank you …” He’s so close to you, his hands move expertly as they work to correct your inadequacies, eyes compassionate, patient as they always are. 

“This outfit suits you.”

“Does it really? I look so … I mean this isn’t something I would normally wear. In fact,”  You think for a minute before continuing, “I can’t remember the last time I dressed up for something other than adventuring. It’s not practical to go running through ruins in this type of getup.” You explain, lifting your arms and watching how the fabric slips down to your elbows before sliding back to your wrists as they collide with your legs. 

“That could turn things into quite the challenge I’d imagine.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Nevertheless, you will turn quite a many heads upon our arrival.” 

“That’s what I'm afraid of …” You mumble, forgetting that he is close enough to hear you. 

“Y/N, need I remind you how spectacular you look.” 

You bite your lip but your insecurities make you speak anyway, “I just don’t see how I have the right to stand next to you, I don’t want you to be … ashamed of me.” The end of your sentence trails off as you look to the ground. Zhongli doesn’t respond until his hands stop fixing your gown. With comforting fingers he presses against the soft underbelly of your chin, lifting your head at the angle it should be. 

“While I am beyond sure you can hear me, I hope that you can trust me as well when I tell you that every day I am honored to stand at your side. There is nothing in this world which compares to your beauty, in fact, you are more radiant than the moon itself.” He leans in to place a kiss against your forehead. 

“You don’t wish I was … more attractive?” 

“I cannot wish for a thing that holds no bearing on reality.” 

“Mmm.” 

“If my words have not reached you, perhaps I can better express my truth through actions …” He pulled you flush against him, his hands now wrapped around your hips and eyes focused on your lips. 

“Aa! Wait … no, I believe you.” Embarrassed, you push away from him and make your way toward the door. “Let’s just go because if I get out of this thing I won’t be putting it back on.” You huff, smoothing out the wrinkles. 

“Shall we?” He reaches for your hand and easily you take it. 

“Let’s do this.” With a lighthearted Zhongli, you exit your home and head toward the lively sounds drifting over the water. 

Diluc

He already thinks you are so incredibly attractive no matter what you wear - he knows you’re one for practicality, from your actions to your clothes, you are ready to go and prepared for whatever will come your way - a trait he admires

There is something adorable about the way you fall out of bed in the morning and, in some cases, take less time than he does to get ready - it can come in handy where there much work to be done 

He never asks for you to be more than what you are - he honestly wouldn’t care what other people thought about you, all that matters is you believe him when he tells you how good you look or how you make his heart clench 

So when he sees you descend the stairs in an outfit, a formal, totally out-of-the-absolute-norm outfit, he’s stunned 

“Crap.” You say, flinging the jewelry you couldn’t decide on anyway back toward the dresser. You’d taken far too long to get ready, even though you started hours ago, it still wasn’t enough to make you feel confident and finished. Glancing at your reflection one last time, you gave up with a heavy sigh and made your way down the hallway. 

You could already see everyone else in their formal attire ready to go, even the attendants looked better than you did. When you caught sight of Diluc your steps slowed and for a solid minute to you debated about turning around and hiding under the comfortable covers of the bed you loathed getting out of this morning. 

“Ah, there you are! Are you ready?” Adaline shouted from below you and like a scene from a nightmare everyone turned to look up at you. You stumbled backward and felt your chest tighten, eyes scanning each face as you debated on your next action. When they fell onto Diluc’s stoic eyes, you felt a little bit of relief and knew all you had to do was make it down to him. 

Slowly, you started again and, with a deathlike grip on the railing, you made your way down the stairs. Diluc met you at the bottom, his hand extended to take yours. 

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t figure out what would pair well with … this thing.” You gestured at your outfit and looked behind him, thankful that people had already started to leave through the front door. “Do I … look okay?” 

With an awkward smile, you waited for his answer, hopeful that he wouldn’t have to struggle so hard to lie to you. I mean, when you were able to see him in his suit, the way it perfectly fits around his toned body, the fabric tucked in all the right places, the sleeves just long enough to give one a peek of skin underneath - there was no way you compared to him. 

He looked at you for so long your heart started to feel like a thousand knives were stabbing you in all directions. He hates this … he can’t believe that I’m such a disaster. The thoughts circulate in your brain and just as your about to rush back up the stairs and hide he lifts your fingers to his lips and kisses them with so much love. 

“I apologize … I’m just a bit startled is all.” Your stomach drops to your feet at his words. 

“Archons, is it that bad? Did I put something on wrong … or?” 

“Nothing like that,” He kisses your palm and the action makes your spine turn hot, “You look unbelievable, is what I wanted to say.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yes.” He looks at you but you shy away from his eyes. “Y/N, do you trust me?” 

“What … of course I trust you.” You reply, flabbergasted. 

“Then trust me now.” He pulls you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your neck, his hand resting at the back of your head. “I’ve never seen someone as brilliant as you.” 

Fueled by your emotions, you return his hug, squeezing your arms around his waist and doing your best not to let your face be ruined by the tears that want to fall from stinging eyes. “Thank you, I’ll trust you on this … today.” 

“I don’t have any issues reminding you again and again.” Shouting outside tells you that it’s now or never and, as much as you don’t want to, your arms release each other. “Are you ready?” He asks, offering you his arm, and with a deep inhale and sharp nod, you take it and walk through the doors. 

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Bad Romance Chapter 13: Negotiations

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Multiple

Paring this chapter: Riley x Liam

Rating: R

Word Count: 3,095

A/N: Special shout out to @21-wishes for correctly guessing Riley's next play.

Warnings for this chapter: none

General blanket warning for series: Smutty, Lemony, Awful, Toxic Relationships with lots of cheating. This is a hot mess express; no one is happy, everyone is in love with the wrong person, every relationship depicted herein is generally and massively fucked up. You’ve been warned.

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam twisted in his seat nervously. Riley had disappeared over a week ago and despite his best efforts, he hadn’t been able to locate her or convince her to return to the palace. She had never been gone this long before.

He had felt confident after their encounter at the Ambassador’s Ball, but he hadn’t laid eyes on her since she had walked out the door after admitting that she still loved him. An admission that was likely the very thing that had sent her running.

She was always running. From her feelings, from him. He sighed as he ran a hand across his face. He knew it was his own fault. Things had been good between them, once.

“These last few weeks have been the most amazing of my life.” She sat cross legged on his bed, a skimpy negligee covering almost nothing as she brought a grilled cheese sandwich to her lips.

“Could have been the last few months if you hadn’t made me work so long to get you to look in my direction.” He said, leaning over to wipe some crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes found his as her lips quirked up at the corners, “I looked in your direction.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Mmm.” Was the only reply he got as she closed her eyes, relishing the taste.

It made him happy to see how much she enjoyed something so simple. She really wasn’t hard to please. Not like the women he had grown up with, requiring constant streams of pricey gifts, vacations, jewelry, summer estates…

Not that he wouldn’t give her those things. He would. All of that and more. But she didn’t require it.

“I can’t wait to claim you in front of the whole world, to make you my wife, my queen, to spend the rest of my life making you smile like you are right now. I love you, with everything in me.”

“I love you too, Liam. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve always been a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of girl. I don’t know why this is so different. You’ve done something to me that I never thought was possible.”

“I don’t know either, I’m absolutely positive that I’ve done nothing to deserve it, but I’m so grateful for it. I’ll never take it, or you, for granted.”

He was brought back to the present by one of the royal attorneys. “Your Majesty? They’re here.”

He sat up straighter. Yesterday, she had reached out and requested this meeting. A meeting with not just him, but his legal representation. He hadn’t slept last night at all. He was sure she was going to break the marriage contract.

He knew what he’d done had been wrong. He knew he shouldn’t have filed it without her consent, but he had been so damn desperate to hold onto her, to what they had. He had truly believed that she’d come around given enough time and space. Now doubt punched him forcefully in the gut. His stomach roiled with panic as the taste of bile rose in the back of his throat.

She entered the conference room with Rashad in tow.

His eyes widened in shock then narrowed with suspicion, “What the fuck is this?”

“He’s here as my lawyer.” Riley snapped back.

He directed his next question straight to Rashad, “Really, Rashad? I thought we were friends.”

“We are, Liam. But you have the weight of the crown behind you, an entire legal team.” He gestured to the eight attorney’s sitting on his side of the table, “She deserves representation too; she needed the best lawyer money could buy. That’s me.”

Liam frowned, “But she has no money-“

“I’m doing it pro bono; Riley is a friend.” He responded softly, glancing at Riley with unabashed affection.

Liam’s eyes flicked back and forth between them. Friend. Right. And he was the idiot that had pointed her in Rashad’s direction the night she’d told him about Drake. His lips pressed together in a tight line as he leaned back, steepling his fingers under his chin in an attempt to calm his jangled nerves and suppress the rising anger and panic.

Rashad was the best. Liam had tried for years to get Constantine to hire him. If his father had listened, this wouldn’t be happening. If Rashad worked for the crown, he wouldn’t be able to represent Riley due to the conflict of interest. But now one of his oldest friends sat across the table from him, ready to use his formidable skills against him.

“Hm. Ok.”

Rashad nodded, “First things first. I need to ascertain that there are no other competing documents, preexisting contracts etc.”

“I can assure you there aren’t.”

“Really? What about Madeleine?”

“What about her?”

“What happed to the marriage contract from that engagement? I’ve always wondered how you got out of it.”

“I never signed one.”

“What do you mean you never signed one? I thought that was pretty standard after you chose at the end of the social season.”

“It is. I just refused. I kept finding reasons to postpone. Revisions that needed to be made, resources that needed inventoried first, scheduling conflicts….I was never going to marry her. I was never going to marry anyone but Riley.” His eyes cut to her, “I just wish I could make Rileyunderstand that.”

“Very well. We should get started then.” Rashad passed out copies of the paperwork he’d brought to Liam’s legal team then he sat a copy in front of the king. “This is the petition to terminate and invalidate the marriage contract, for cause. If you’ll flip to the end, you’ll see sworn and notarized statements from multiple women willing to testify as to their explicit sexual contact with you, which is a clear violation of the terms of the contract.”

Liam leaned forward in astonishment as he flipped through pages and pages of sworn affidavits. “How did you get them to agree to this?”

Riley gave him a satisfied smile, “Oh, all I had to do was play the part of the devoted, yet betrayed fiancé. Once I summoned up a few tears, they all crumbled.”

Liam felt himself start to sweat. There was no way around this. The contract was clear. Of course, he could counter claim using her infidelity against her, but there were two problems with that course of action. One, that would still invalidate the contract, something he most certainly did not want. And two, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that neither Max nor Drake would testify against her.

As his legal team consulted with each other, Riley got up and sauntered over to the drink cart to pour herself a drink. Looking over at Liam and Rashad, she asked, “You guys want anything?”

Rashad shook his head no.

Liam was too busy trying to get his breathing under control to respond. She poured a glass of bourbon and brought it to him. She slid the glass across the table to him, and he took it gratefully, gulping it down.

“Riley, please, can we just talk? Without all this-“

“I don’t want to file those papers, Liam.” She said as she peered at him over the top of her own glass.

He froze as hope surged through him, “You don’t?”

She shook her head, “No. I’ve had Rashad draw up two completely different sets of papers. It’s entirely up to you which ones we file.”

Liam’s brows drew together in confusion, “Up to me? What do you mean?”

Rashad leaned forward and handed him another set of papers. One of the royal attorney’s reached across the table and Rashad slid a stack of copies over to him to pass out to the rest of the team. Liam glanced down at the papers in his hand, “What’s this?”

“This is an amended marriage contract, Your Majesty.” Rashad explained, “With a few minor revisions and the addition of a Cordonian Arrangement.”

Liam froze, his expression slipped into blank face diplomat mode as conflicting emotions collided inside him. She wanted a Cordonian Arrangement? Of course she fucking did. But also, she wanted to amend the marriage contract. Amend, not terminate.

He leaned over to the lead attorney and quietly conferred with him for a moment before returning his attention to Rashad, “What kind of revisions?”

“For starters, the transfer of Valtoria needs some tweaking….” Rashad droned on for several minutes about finances and other details Liam could care less about. That’s what the legal team was for.

Finally, he interrupted, “Assuming I agree to this, how do I know you won’t just use this information against me later?”

Rashad nodded in understanding, “If you’ll look at page 42 of the amended contract, it clearly states that any indiscretions, on the part of either party, prior to the date the amended contract is signed and filed, are forgiven, can in no way be used against either of you or used to terminate the new, amended contract nor can any third-party be punished for their participation in, or knowledge of, said indiscretions.”

Liam blinked. It was a genius move. It enticed him to agree by taking away her power to get out of the contract. It protected not just him, but her from the consequences of all prior actions as well as granting her the freedom to continue to take lovers with impunity and it protected both Drake and Max in one fell swoop. Not to mention Hana and possibly Rashad.

He felt anger swirl through him, but underneath it, he was impressed. It was brilliant. She was brilliant, she’d make a remarkable strategist, the thought of her using that intellect for the benefit of Cordonia excited him. He made a show of thinking deeply for a few minutes. He already knew he was going to agree, but he wasn’t going to just roll over.

“I have a few modifications of my own.” If she wanted to protect her lovers, she was going to have to make some concessions.

Her eyes narrowed, “Like what?”

“You’ll move back into our suite immediately. And you’ll sleep there. I may not be able to control what you do during the day, but you’ll be in my bed at night.”

“The same rule should apply to you too. Contingent upon us both being here of course. As long as neither of us is absent for business or an emergency. Otherwise, you’d have to fly back home every night during lengthy diplomatic trips.” She kept an absolutely straight face as she said it.

His eyes narrowed. He knew what she was doing. Leaving herself a loophole. “Right. We will sleep in the same room any time we are both present at any of the royal residences or Valtoria, which will be every night excepting absences for legitimate business and emergencies.”

“Or vacations.”

“Which we’ll take together.”

She covered her face with the papers she was holding as she leaned over to quietly consult with Rashad, but not before he caught the smug smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. She wanted him, but she wouldn’t admit it, she liked it when he issued orders that she had no choice but to comply with. It let her give in without admitting that she wanted to. Without admitting that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. God, he wanted her. The fact that there was a negotiation going on as opposed to termination proceedings told him that he’d been right all along. She wanted him too.

“I’ll spend five nights a week in our suite, and you’ll allow Hana back into Cordonia.” She countered.

“You’ll spend every night there, and I’ll allow Hana back into Cordonia.”

“Six. Hana. And I’ll agree to the honeymoon you wanted.”

He leaned back in his chair as he thought about that. Two weeks on a private island, alone. No Drake, No Max, just the two of them. “Fine. What other changes were made?”

“I have control over my own staff.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if I want to hire Maxwell Beaumont as an advisor, I can. You won’t interfere with decisions that pertain to my personal staff.”

“Riley,” his voice was tight, “You ask too much, you go too far.”

“Agree to all of it and I’ll pick a wedding date.”

He froze. She’d just delivered the coup de grace to his resistance and they both knew it. A wedding date meant an actual wedding, as opposed to her stalling and rescheduling forever.

“One last thing, you’ll give Kiara that diplomatic post she wants and send her as far away from Cordonia as possible. I want that bitch on the other side of the globe.”

“Fine. But I pick the wedding date and we put it in the contract before it’s filed.”

Riley shook her head, “I pick the date. It can go in the contract.”

“We’ll pick it together, right now.”

“Fine. I’m thinking next year when-“

“I’m thinking next week.”

“That’s not enough time for any-“

“Fine. Next month.”

“Six months, we have to plan-“

“We can hire planners. Three months.”

“Four because-“

“Two.”

“Ok, three.”

“Six weeks.”

“You said three a minute ago!”

“And you’re testing my patience! You push and push and push. You have to give a little.”

She sat back in her chair, thinking for a moment. She glanced at Rashad then over to the line of lawyers on the other side of the table, then back to Liam. “If we do two months, that puts us close to Christmas-“

“Perfect! A winter wedding! We can do a winter wonderland theme. What day in December?”

She stared at him for a moment as she tried to squash the stupid leap in her heart at the image of the grand ballroom draped in winter finery and Liam in full regalia, standing at the altar waiting for her.

“The week between Christmas and New Year?” Her tone more tentative as the image refused to budge.

“December first.”

“The week before Christmas….”

“December fifth….my mother’s birthday.”

Shit. She held his gaze for a moment, then simply nodded.

“Splendid!” Then to his legal team, “Can you get all the legalities taken care of and tied up by then?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. We’ll get to work right away drawing up the new contract with all the revisions discussed here today.”

“Perfect! If there’s nothing else-“

Rashad interrupted, “Obviously I’ll be involved in drawing up the paperwork with changes discussed here today and once my client has signed off on them, we can file.”

“Once both parties have signed off on everything, you mean.” The head of Liam’s legal team responded.

Rashad inclined his head toward the man, “Of course. There is one last thing. The matter of the rumors swirling in the media about the king’s infidelity. Liam needs to issue a public apology to the women from the affidavits and to Lady Riley-”

“Absolutely not!” One of his advisors began, “The king cannot-“

“It will alleviate-“

“These women will all be paid to sign NDA’s and these affidavits will be shredded or the new contract will not-“

“He needs to address-“

“He cannot give credence to baseless rumors!”

“You know they’re not baseless-“

“Without proof, they are! As far as the public knows-“

“I’ll do it.” Liam interjected softly.

“Liam.” The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You can’t…”

“If that’s what Riley requires to get past this, then I’ll do it. I’ll issue the apology.”

“The hell you will!” Riley exploded. Every head in the room whipped toward her.

Rashad leaned over, placing a hand on her arm, “Riley, this is what you want, it will-“

“This is not what I want at all!” She spun on him in fury, and he pulled away from her in shock.

“I don’t understand, the apology will-“

“The apology will make him look weak! Don’t you see that? He is the king of Cordonia! What he does in his personal life has no bearing on his effectiveness as a leader! He’s a good leader! The only person he has to answer to for whatever goes on in our relationship, is me!”

“Yes, but-“

“There are no buts. There is no proof without my cooperation. I won’t give it. You can’t confirm anything in those affidavits without my authorization, right?”

“Right. Of course, I wouldn’t! But if the press gets someone to talk publicly, even one-“

“Then I’ll say that Liam and I have always had an agreement, that the addition of the Cordonian Arrangement to our marriage contract was just a way to make it official. I’ll tell them that he has done nothing wrong, and that everything he has done was with my knowing consent!”

Rashad stared at her in disbelief for a moment then understanding dawned on him and he nodded, “Of course. My apologies. I withdraw the suggestion.”

“We’ll need every copy of those affidavits.” One of the lawyers spoke up.

“Yes, and you’ll have them, as soon as the amended contract is signed and filed.” Rashad replied.

“Then I think this meeting is adjourned. Unless there’s anything else, Your Majesty?”

“No. That will be all. You can all go.” Liam responded to the man, but his eyes never left Riley, who was pointedly not looking at him.

Rashad stood and pulled her chair out, offering her his hand. She took it and squeezed it as he helped her to her feet, “I’ll walk you out.” She told him.

“Riley, wait.” Liam made his way around the table to her.

Rashad’s eyes went to hers and she nodded. He nodded back, “I’ll wait for you in the hallway.”

She watched as Rashad followed the royal legal team out of the room before turning her body in Liam’s direction.

“What?” She asked, eyes on the floor. She still hadn’t made eye contact with him since her outburst.

His fingers reached out to brush the back of her hand, his voice quiet as he said, “You protected me. Again. And here I thought you enjoyed tormenting me.”

She scoffed softly, finally meeting his eyes as she gave him a small smile, “I do. But you’re mine to torment, no one else’s. Besides, you play chess, so you should understand.”

“What should I understand?” He whispered, voice full of longing.

“Protecting the king….it’s what the queen does.” She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze then quickly dropped it and hurried out into the hallway.

[papuhater]

♡ | 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐎

summary: riddler with a hispanic!reader as a self insert.

pairing: riddler x gn!reader

a/n: inspired on this fic, all credits to them here, i wanted to write this because as a hispanic, representation is very important.

DISCLAIMER: this is based on MY experience as a hispanic, if i see a mf in the comments like "this is racist" i'm loosing it, what would you know??? i'm literally peruvian, stfu.

this are headcanons domestic life hc

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

✩ YEAH YEAH YEAH!

✩ anyways; your relationship is amazing.

✩ he absolutely adores listening to you, he can listen to you ramble about random things in spanish and stare with his boyish face like <:)

✩ "y mira, llega este imbecil, y pe' comienza a decir que le debemos algo, cuando en verdad es mi primo el que le debe algo."

✩ "i don't really understand but how dare they!!11!!"

✩ really likes your family meetings even though he's introvert

✩ like your grandmother is like "ay mijo you look so skinny! you should eat this pan con chicharron."

✩ and then offer him the best sandwich he has ever had in his life, he loves the ambient, there's like a random kid in la quinceañera sleeping next to him on some chairs, your dad is hitting the floor, your tía is robbing a table decoration, all while the speakers is blasting a "buen rolon" (like your cousin would say) of upbeat, armonic instruments.

✩ he loves the food, and OH the desserts in this type of parties, in summary, your family loves him.

✩ he would like visiting your home country, he thinks it's interesting

✩ random facts about your country >>>

✩ won't ask you to learn words, he'll just copy them when he hears you, even when you cuss

✩ "carajo!"

✩ "cæ-ræ-ho.." he mumbled while writing down in his notebook the word 'carajo'

✩ will watch novelas with you, period, his favorite is caso cerrado

✩ it has good cases and he likes the "Doctora Polo"

✩ complaining about politics with you it's his fave activity

✩ how much can i bet he listens to 'los abuelos de la nada' o 'los prisioneros'

✩ he dedicated 'mil horas to you', thinking it was a love song, spoiler, it was a heartbreak song

✩ he apologized very much

✩ he doesn't know how to pronounce the "erre" yet

✩ praise him

✩ but do it in spanish

✩ "ay mi amorcito, mi cielo, mi vida, estas tan guapo" "me re encanta tu pelo", "wacho, me tienes mal."

✩ your petnames are the best; mi amorcito, cariñito, mi rey

✩ his fave is mi vida and amorcito, they give him butterflies in his stomach

✩ he also likes it when he gets hurt and you curse him between your teeth while helping him

✩ "pinche pendejo estupido, bien descuidado eres no? conchudo."

✩ "but i'm your conchudo <3" he giggles

✩ he's such a simp ya'll i love him

✩ he loves food from your culture; pozole, causa, lomo saltado, arepas, caldito de pollo, mate, pancito con queso, encebollado, empanadas, (a/n; mmm q yico), yuca, ceviche, asado, pupusa, ajiaco, hallaca, arrollado huasco, etc.

✩ he isn't very fond of spicy tho

✩ he'll possibly cry if he eats rocoto

✩ but he really enjoys suspiro a la limeña, he gets sweet tooth

✩ he has señora grocery day every sunday with you

✩ he can't cook tho

✩ his the type to grab the spatula and stands up next to you to feel usefull

✩ but then you get mad at him for just like being in the way tho

✩ he's just trying his best

✩ he loves you, no matter what tho

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Make a House a Home

Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Requested by @i-am-a-smol-sweet-potato​:  Hey, there 👋🏻! I saw you were taking requests so could you do a fluffy one-shot with Cal Kestis x reader (male, female, genderneutral--whatever floats your boat). Maybe they cuddle, maybe hair is played with, maybe neck nuzzles, maybe BD-1 is there, maybe they're all just cute. Seriously up to you!

Summary: Early mornings are your favourite time.

Notes: Wrote this in my free hour at work.

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The engine room has never been the most comfortable part of the Mantis, not that most starships were built for comfort, but you’d done your best to make it as homely as you could. Cal had been a little confused the first time you’d come back from a market on Etti in the Outer Rim with blankets, pillows, throws, and other soft goods. Greez had complained about fire hazards and you turning his engine room into some sort of den, but you’d waved him off and argued that if Cal and yourself were being forced to sleep in there then the least you deserved was a soft and comfortable environment. That had put a stop to his complaining and you’d been left to your own devices. 

Now, the engine room was something more; soft blankets, plush pillows, string lights that Greez constantly complained about, even a rug on the hard metal floor to soften your footfalls in the early morning hours of your day cycle. Somehow, you’d managed to make this engine room, this ship a home, not just a place to sleep or escape to, but a home. Cal always felt he didn’t thank you enough for that, for the first time in years he had a home. 

Early morning hours, like now, were some of your favourites. You slowly blinked yourself awake, feeling yourself wrapped in Cal’s arms. The feeling secure and strong, one of them around your waist, the other laid across your hip, fingers drawing soothing circles into the exposed skin where your sleep shirt had risen in the night. He was always so warm and you couldn’t help but wriggle back into his chest and sigh at the warmth of him. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by soft blankets, still sleepy and content, this was your favourite time. It was a moment that was all consumingly Cal, from the scent you could only describe as comfort and distinctly him, to the warmth of his chest against your back, the smoothness of his skin against your own. Everything about these early morning hours made your heart clench with love. 

“Mmm, good morning, sunshine.” An aquiline nose dips into the divot between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling against your skin and tracing shapes across it with a happy little sigh and you return it with one of your own. You trail your fingers behind you, over the curve of Cal’s shoulder, tickling over the side of his neck before resting, twisted in brilliant red strands of his hair.

You twist and turn the strands, scratch delicately against his scalp as he practically purrs leaning back into your touch, before pressing his face back into your shoulder. The kisses he leaves across your skin are sweet and simple, delicate little things that cause the corners of your mouth to lift into a soft little smile that crinkles the corners of your eyes. You close them, stroke your cold toes across the back of his calf and hum as his kisses venture towards your jaw and over your cheek. 

“G’morning, baby…” You open your eyes at an indignant little beep to see BD-1 hop up onto your little cot with the two of you, if a droid could look angry the little thing certainly would. You reach a hand forward, the tip of your finger scratching the top of his head as you say,  “And good morning to my other baby.” You laugh as BD-1 chirps happily at your acknowledgement coming to settle in the space next to you, making himself a warm little nest beside your joined bodies. 

“I think he loves you more than me.” You settle your head back against Cal’s shoulder, letting out a huff of a laugh as Cal mumbles it, pouting into your hair. Clearly put out that his little buddy, his favourite little droid might favour you. You know that’s silly, know that there’s no easy way to pick favourites or compare people or droids you care about. 

“Beep-boop-beep” The little droid chimes in, big lenses looking between the two of you. Your fingers curl a little deeper into Cal’s hair, a reassuring scratch of your nails over his scalp as you ease the pout from his lips. He’s not quite sure how he got so lucky, not to just have survived, but to have found you and BD-1, to have this. A home.

“Exactly, BD doesn’t pick favourites, Cal! You know that.” You knew the droid would have picked Cal anyway, if he could. Cal was the one who found him, helped him, there was nowhere Cal went that BD-1 didn’t follow.

“Mmmm...sure.” His tone is lighter now, a teasing lilt to it as he brushes his fingers across your side, over your ribs. Little reassuring circles pressed into the skin as they tip toe across it. 

“Besides, you’re my favourite.” You turn pressing a quick kiss to his lips, nose nuzzling against his own as you meet his green eyes. They’re always soft, but especially so in the mornings, a haze of sleepiness over them.

There’s an annoyed, “Beep!” that draws your eyes back to BD-1 indignant that he’s not your favourite out of himself and Cal and you let out a little laugh and scratch his head again. That coupled with your reminder that, “You’re still my favourite droid, BD-1”, eases his mood and he settles back down again. 

“I wish we could stay like this...just wrapped in blankets, warm, no responsibilities, nothing…” You capture his hand on your side in your own, twist your fingers together, intertwining them. You always liked how it looked, holding Cal’s hand, like a physical representation of the closeness you shared. Your heart was irrevocably intertwined with his and you doubted anything would be able to change that. It didn’t matter what he’d been taught for years, he was attached and there was no going back, so he’d dived headfirst in. 

“Maybe one day we can?” 

“Sounds like a plan to me, baby.”

It’s a promise of sorts, that one day you’ll put the running and fighting behind you. That one day there will be no missions to wake you, no quest, no cause to fight for. Just lazy warm mornings and gentle kisses, soft touches and quiet words. And BD-1’s annoyed beeps of course.

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I’ll Never Be The Same.

Hayden Christensen x reader

Warnings: a lil sad, fluff, smut. NSFW 18+ You hooligans!

Words: 2.1k

Request: Hi! So umm I’ve never done this request thing before since I haven’t been on here that long. But I really want you to continue the Ewan x Reader x Hayden 😂...but like with just Hayden 😳 Could you do it where the reader and Hayden meet up the next day and just to get to know a lot more about each other and then.....go at it like bunny rabbits, after all he said he wasn’t finished sooo....😂😳💀Request from @missgirlnoname 🥰💕

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A/n: I wanted this to be kind of like their physical representation of a melody. How their bodies intertwin and mesh as if made for you one another. I hope I did a good job of trying to portray what I’m seeing in my head! 💕

The morning sun crept its way through the thin hotel curtains. Your eyes stung when you opened them to the blindingly white room. Squinting now, You rolled over, taking in a deep breath, trying to wake up your exhausted body. The pain from last night's events finally sat in as you slept, every move hurting more than the last. A smile crept across your face as you recall everything Ewan and especially Hayden had done to your body. The aches and pains being totally worth it, with the pure ecstasy they brought you.

Your hands traveled down your still naked body, landing in between your thighs. Hesitantly, you massaged the sore muscles in your legs, wincing every so often. Had they really been this aggressive towards you? You weren’t complaining, you’d just never been this sore after sex. But you’d also never had a threesome, so maybe that’s the difference? You bit your lip trying not to let out a pained sigh since Hayden was still sleeping beside you.

When massaging your thighs didn’t seem to be making a difference you lifted your hands to your lower stomach, massaging the just as tender muscles. “Ow” the word slipped from your lips when you hit a sore spot.

This did wake Hayden up slightly, rolling over onto his back, exposing his beautiful chest and abdomen. He was just as beautiful in the mornings, except his face was sleepier, more puffy, making him look almost angelic. You ran your eyes up his body until you met his eyes, his already staring into yours.

“Good morning.” His deep, groggy morning voice making your sore walls throb.

“How are you so beautiful in the mornings?” You smile, making a deep chuckle vibrate through his body. “Like you can’t even laugh without turning me on.” You admit, laughing yourself.

“Mmm, already ready for round 5 I see. Come here then.” He smirks while whipping the sheets from his body, exposing his immaculate morning wood.

You sigh, biting your lip in frustration, “There’s just one problem with that?”

“And that is?” He sat up, looming over you. He’s awake enough now to see the bruises left all over your body and how your hands knead at your skin.

“I- uh, I don’t think I can move.” A shy smile fell on your lips, breaking eye contact with him now. Hayden threw his head back laughing. “It’s not funny you jerk- ow.” You went to slap his shoulder playfully, forgetting about your soreness momentarily.

Hayden pushed the sheets off of the both before straddling your waist. “When I said I was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, I guess I meant it.” He started massaging just above your hips, making you wince again. “Shh I got you. Just relax and tell me something.”

“Something like what?” You ask.

“Where did you grow up?”

“Oh here and there. My daddy had a job where he had to travel a lot so we traveled all over the country.” You laughed, thinking back at the memory of it being just the two of you. “He used to call me his co captain when we would drive to a new location. It’s stupid but it made me feel special.”

Hayden smiled repositioning his hands to your hips now, “So you’re a daddy's girl?”

“Ow- well I- um, I- I was but he died. A couple years ago.”

Hayden’s eyes went wide, “oh I’m sorry. We don’t have to-“

“No it’s okay.” You interrupt. “He was sick. I took care of him for 2 years before he passed. I’m glad he’s not in pain anymore, ya know. Like I miss him everyday but I’m happy he’s in a better place.”

“Are you religious? You believe your dad’s in heaven?” He dug into you a little deeper, making your hips jolt.

“Mmm, I don’t know what I am. He just told me before he died that he’d be looking down on me everyday. I guess I’d like to believe that.” He hummed above as if in agreeance.

“Would he have been proud of you last night.” He grinned.

You sighed, laughing. “He was a huge Star Wars fan. He’s actually the one who got me into it, so maybe.”

“What’d he think of me?” Hayden asks, sliding his hands to your outer thighs.

“Uh, he only got to see ‘Attack of The Clones’ but he liked you. Darth Vider was his favorite so the idea of Vader’s backstory blew his mind.” He smiled again exposing his beautiful, toothy smile. How could someone so beautiful want to set here and listen to you just.. talk. And he’s not even just someone he’s The Hayden Christensen. As much as it pained you, you reached your fingers up to his arm, tracing the muscles softly.

“I would’ve loved to have met him.” Hayden says without realizing what he had just triggered in your brain. He ‘would’ve loved to have met him’. Did he mean as a fan or as your dad? You knew all you’d done was slept with Hayden but to you he meant more than just sex.

“It’s too bad he didn’t get to see you in ‘Revenge of The Sith’.” You say.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Oh it was hands down your best performance out of everything else you’re in.” You smile up at him. He smiles back at you, leaning down to your face, twisting a few strands of your hair in his fingers. This all felt so natural. It was almost as if you’d done this every morning with him. The muscle relaxing, the conversation, the hair playing- everything. With Hayden you felt at home for the first time in years.

“You didn’t just like my movies because you think i’m hot right?” He smiled, still twirling the same strands of hair.

“Oh that’s the only reason I ever watch your movies.” You giggle, letting him know it was just a joke. “But no of course not. Hayden you’re an amazing actor, truly.”

“You’re not just saying that to get in my pants?” He joked.

“Baby, I already got into your pants.” You can’t push back the feeling of wanting to kiss him, so you do. Just a light peck, that he welcomes.

“What was that for?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just really felt like kissing you.” He smiled softly, almost as if he was being bashful. This cute, shy side of Hayden made you want to kiss him even more. Something in the room changed though. You mean this kiss would mean something different than the last one did. When you captured his lips again you didn’t pull away and neither did he. It wasn’t the heated kiss he’d given you the night before, this kiss was passionate and longing and a hint of neediness.

“Do you leave today?” He asks, rushing to lock his lips with yours again.

“Yeah- at 3” You answer.

“Good.” He presses his hips down onto yours, earning a pained moan from you. “Oh gosh i’m sorry. We don’t-”

“No. I- I want to. I want you.” your eyes stare into his, not wanting to look away from those beautiful pools of blue. Your hands find their way to his luscious, sandy curls, massaging them at the back. He smiles slightly again, then leans into you again.

This time he’s gentle and patient with you, caressing your curves as if they were made for him. When you break free to catch your breath Hayden discends kisses down your neck. Right now you were his and he knew it. He wanted you so bad and the only way he could express his feelings was to make love to you, instead of the rough fucking he’d given you the night before.

This was also weird for him. He and Ewan had done this many times before. Not once did he massage their aching bodies, let alone bring them back to his room. You were different and he knew that. He also knew that once you left the room it ended. He couldn’t be seen with a fan and you had to go back to your life. Things had to be the way they were before you met.

You gasped when he licked a stripe between your breasts, not expecting it of course. His hot breath fanned over your skin when he laughed at your reaction. “I can’t make you feel better, would you like that?” He says, kissing just below your belly button..

“God, yes.” Gently he spreads your legs, trying not to hurt you in the process. You gasp at the feeling of his face once again between your legs. His thumb massages your sensitive nub just before he takes your cllit into his mouth, devouring your bundle of nerves. You feel him suck and bite and lick all at once, making you throw your back back. Delicate moans leave your lips as he continues his actions on your clit. Your hands find his hair again as you pull him closer to your core.

“Oh god, Hayden.” Your back arches at the sensation, adding a new level of pleasure. “Keep doing that, yes.” He did as you asked but sped up, bringing you to your shattering climax. He helped you ride out your climax, then when he was done he kissed you clit again. Such a subtle action but yet so sweet, almost as if he were claiming you as his.

When he eventually made it back up your body you couldn’t help but kisses, really kiss him. It was hungry yet still full of passion, “I love tasting myself on your tongue.” You hum.

“I love the taste of you on my tongue too, babygirl. You’re sweeter than the rest.” You groaned into his mouth, needing him more than you did last night. You reached down between your bodies and aligned him with your still swollen entrance. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.”

“I need to feel you- please.” His member enters you slowly, both of you hissing at the contact. A tear falls down your cheek and he pauses inside you.

“Should I stop?” He worries.

“No, no. Keep going. I’ll adjust.” He pushes until he bottoms out at your hilt. He stays there, peppering your face in kisses while he waits.

He whispers sweet things into your skin, “You’re doing so good, babygirl. You’re so strong and beautiful. I’m never gonna find another girl like you.” This only makes you cry more. If everyday with Hayden was like this you wouldn’t mind the fame or the fans, as long as you get this side off him when you two were alone.

He slowly pulls out of you once he feels your body relax a bit. He groans, kissing you again as he comes to pull in and out of you. His pace doesn’t change and that’s when you knew this was more than just fucking to him too. Instead of pounding into you he was taking his time, kissing your bruises, whispering sweet nothings, making you feel.. loved again.

You reach out to press down on his lower back, letting him know he could move a little faster. He takes the hint, spreading your legs higher up to your chest, making you gasp. “I’m never going to forget this tight little pussy. How it clinches around my cock.” He huffs as you can tell he’s reaching his climax. “I’m so weak for you, baby. I’m about to cum and we just got started.” Everything he’s doing and saying brings you over the edge again, making you cum with Hayden not far behind. Hayden helped you both ride out your highs before pulling out of you, continuing to pepper kisses along your body. “I could do that with you for the rest of my life.”

-

Once Hayden’s lips finally tired themselves out he offered to start a shower for you. When you’d showered off both and and Ewan you got dressed. Hayden gave you one of his shirts which you were over the moon about but simply said thank you. Once you had all your stuff together he walked you to your room. “I had a great time.” he said just before you opened the door to your room.

“I did too.” You smile whilst jiggling the key from the door. “It may have been a little routine for you but this actually meant a lot to me.. Thank you.” You smiled down at your feet, a little embarrassed by your confession.

Hayden grinned, “Nothing about you was routine, Y/N” You looked back out at him, feeling the need to kiss him again. Hesitantly you did and he responded immediately, picking you up off the ground by your waist. Tears welled in your eyes but you blinked then away as he put you back down. “Until next time.” He says, kissing your hand.

“Next time.” When you go to pull your hand away he grasps it tight before finally letting go.

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[haleysreid]

You let out a deep, exaggerated sigh as you try to get comfortable on the couch. You’ve been trying unsuccessfully for about twenty minutes now, shifting awkwardly and rearranging pillows. Being six and a half months pregnant with twins, comfort doesn’t really come easily these days. You’re just about to give up and head to the kitchen to find a snack (you’re craving pickles dipped in peanut butter for the third pregnancy in a row) when you hear the front door unlock and open softly.

You smile to yourself. It was a quiet Friday night and Penelope had offered to take Didi and Ollie for the weekend. “I need some time with my two favorite Reids,” she told Spencer, followed by “no offense to you and Y/N, but they’re arguably a lot cuter and more fun.” She had a point.

“Hey, bubs,” Spencer whispers as hangs his coat up and sets his satchel down on the kitchen table. He kisses the side of your head and you breathe in his scent, comforting and familiar after being with him for the past seven years. You grab his hand and play with his wedding band for a bit, before bringing it to rest on your protruding belly.

A smile creeps across his face, and it’s the kind of smile from him that’s your favorite because it reaches his pretty, honey colored eyes. “How are our little acorn squashes today?” he asks, eliciting a giggle from you. Just like when you were pregnant with Didi and again with Ollie, you decided to not find out the sex of the babe until they’re born. Because of this, Spencer has been referring to the babies by whatever fruit or vegetable they’re the size off according to your pregnancy app. Your personal favorite was when they were the size of sweet potatoes.

“Pretty good, one of them has been kicking like there’s no tomorrow all afternoon. I think we might have a soccer prodigy on our hands,” you joke, placing your hand atop his where it rested lovingly on your bump. He lets out a sheepish laugh followed by one of his cute little nose scrunches. It’s something he doesn’t even realize he does but makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode out of your chest with love for him every single time he does it.

“Sweetheart, this child is going to have us as parents. They’ll probably be a prodigy of some kind, but definitely not anything athletic,” he quips, and you just chuckle because as usual, he’s right. You look up and meet his gaze, leaning into him as he comes in for a kiss. “Mmm, did you eat something minty?” you ask, licking your lips. “Yup, peppermint ice cream. Snuck some from the break room before I left work. I also may have stolen the carton out of the freezer and brought it home with me, don’t tell JJ because I’m pretty sure it was hers.”

You laugh and kiss him again, not wanting to let go, wanting him to hold on forever. “Want to fix your loving, pregnant wife a bowl and we can watch a movie? I’ll let you pick this time,” you say, knowing it’ll probably be some obscure foreign film without subtitles, but not minding because that would usually lead to him doing a simultaneous whisper translation in your ear the entire time. And that would usually lead to your clothes coming off because the feeling of his warm breath on your neck was sure to become too much. Which sounded like a good idea to you.

“Of course, bubs. You get comfortable on the couch and I’ll change clothes and be right down, okay? I love you,” he says and places a soft kiss to your nose. No matter how many times he tells you that, no matter how long it’s been, your heart still flutters like it’s the first time. He heads upstairs to change out of his work clothes and you flop down on the couch where you had been before Spencer got home. You cover yourself with your favorite blanket, the one Emily gifted the two of you when you were pregnant with Didi. It’s white and fluffy, and smells like Spencer after the two of you cuddling underneath it pretty much every night he’s been home for the past four years.

After a few minutes, your husband joins you on the couch, two bowls of the requested peppermint ice cream in hand. He hands you yours with a peck on your forehead. “Mmm, thanks, Spence. What should we watch tonight?” you inquire. “What about Aristocats?” he suggests, making you laugh out loud. “A Disney movie? You know we dropped the kids off with Penelope for the weekend, right?” you tease. “Not just a Disney movie, babe. Aristocrats is the best cinematic representation of cats of all time. They’re animals, but they still have their sophistication,” he quips, a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.”

“Didn’t you give that same speech to Didi once?” you ask, your fingers intertwining underneath the blanket. “Probably when I was trying to get her to watch something other than A Bug’s Life for the fiftieth time that week,” he muses. When you started your day, you didn’t expect to end it by watching the Aristocats of all things. But hey, if it meant you got to spend the night holding your sweet husband close like this, you didn’t really mind.

(The night may or may not have ended with Penelope facetiming you minutes after you and Spencer had finished having sex with your four year old daughter in hysterics because she forgot her ladybug stuffed animal at home. “I can totally tell you guys just had sex, but can you please bring Diana her lovebug so she stops screaming? I think I’ve gone deaf in one ear. Thank you!!”)

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Only Mine Pt. 5

A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR THE SWEET MESSAGES ABOUT THIS SERIES! It’s honestly so fun to write about so I’m glad all of you like it as much as I do. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Pop Star!Reader Word count: 2,337 Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of anxiety and stress

You were humming an idea you had, your phone sitting out and playing one of the hundreds recordings you had for songs. Sweatpants and a large hoodie with fuzzy socks were the only appropriate attire for the recording studio, your hair carelessly held up by a scrunchie in a bun on the top of your head, glasses slightly crooked on your face.

“You get it, right?” You asked from the couch, where your legs were propped up against your chest.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do.” Ray smiled, turning back to the computer and putting in a few various sounds.

“I’m thinking of putting in these ‘Oh’ sounds over and over, as background, pre-verse and then in the chorus.” You included.

“That would be cool.” Gerard laid back in the chair in between you and Ray, “Make them lower though, they’ll contrast your voice.” You nodded, agreeing.

“I want to make it sound frantic, almost anxious, right? That’s kind of the feeling of the song.” “Well, yeah, that makes sense with the meaning and lyrics.” Ray added on and you nodded. “I think it sounds sick.” “Thanks man.” You smiled lightly, “I have like 20 of these. Not the same song, but for the new album.” “Already?” He asked, shocked.

“Don’t underestimate her,” Gerard looked over at him, arms crossed and slouching back, “Give her five minutes and she’ll have an entire fucking song conducted.” You nodded.

“Maybe not five, but something along those lines.”

“Have you made a title for the record?” Ray asked next and you shook your head.

“I have most of it composed, I don’t have a title though.” You said, “It’s a concept album, so as you guys know, it’s written like a book. But there’s this whole plot and everything. So it’s not like I can name it after someone or something, like I did with the last one, I have to find something.” “What about a song name?” Gerard looked up at you, “Name it after a song, maybe. One that you feel embodies the record as a whole.” “I don’t know,” You sighed out of partial frustration, “I’m not good at naming albums. I almost named the last one Gerard, but Ray told me no.” You could hear Ray lightly snicker remembering that.

“Really?” Gerard asked, a look of slight shock on his face.

“What?” You asked, “You act like you don’t know that entire record is about you.” He shrugged.

“It still flatters me.” “Well this one is kinda about you,” You admitted, “More about the picture the media has painted us out to be.” “You mean bad boy makes innocent girl bad?” He asked and you nodded.

“It’s almost set out as a character v. self, character v. character, and character v. society album.” You explained, “She’s frustrated with herself because she knows he’s bad but she loves him, she’s mad at him because he’s that way but she also loves him for it, and she’s mad at everyone who’s telling her he’s bad, because she knows it, but she can’t help it.” “So like an addiction?” Ray asked and you nodded.

“That’s why Clean is on there. It’s the last track, it’s her almost cleansing herself from everything.” “That makes sense.” Gerard nodded.

“I mean, I think it’s brilliant.” Ray began playing with a few more sounds while talking, “I hope people take it as it is, AKA it’s very ironic, but addressing that by making an entire record is pretty bad ass.” You lightly laughed.

“Thanks,” You smiled, “Maybe Gerard is making me corrupt, making me a badass and all.” You winked playfully at him.

“Ah yes, I’m going to make you my emo queen.” The three of you began laughing.

“I am thinking about changing my look to take on this alter ego,” You began, “You cut off all your hair and bleached it to be a representation of The Patient.” You looked to Gerard, “I don’t think I would do anything to my hair, but I would change up my wardrobe and makeup look.” “Like start off as you are and gradually get more rebellious looking?” Ray asked and you nodded.

“The paparazzi will love that.” You lightly smiled sarcastically, a few moments of silence at the end. “Thank you guys, by the way, for taking time off to help me make this.” “No problem,” Ray smiled and nodded, “Besides, everyone loves you and we’ve been having some writing block lately.” “And I didn’t have a choice.” Gerard said. You eyed him, throwing a pen which hit his head and he very lightly flinched at the impact.

“Oh stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ready to go in?” Ray asked, motioning to the recording booth. You nodded getting up and grabbing a pair of headphones. You put them on, beginning to do some short vocal warm ups. Ray was sitting right outside through the glass window at the panel, Gerard leaning over and playing with a few things on the sound board.

“Ready?” Ray asked into the mic and you nodded, pulling out notes on your phone to read lyrics.

“We’re just doing verse and chorus, right? No belts or high notes or anything?” He shook his head.

“That’ll be next.” He responded and you nodded. The music started up, giving you a few seconds to prepare before you began singing the lyrics, both Gerard and Ray actively adjusting various switches and such. Finally, when the song wrapped up, you took a few steps back from the mic as they stopped the recording.

“How was that?” You asked.

“Incredible as always.” Ray smiled and you smiled back, “Now we have to work on high notes and belting for the bridge and final chorus, then we can do background vocals.” You nodded, “Let me just edit a bit of the track.” It only took him a matter of minutes before replaying the track, a huge smile plastered on your face the entire time.

“It’s sick!” You smiled and clapped, jumping a bit.

“It’s honestly incredible.” Gerard smiled too.

“Thank you.” You smiled back.

“Ready for everything else?” Ray asked and you nodded.

It took you another hour of recording and getting everything before you could finally retire the recording and production process for the song, getting out of the booth and grabbing a water.

The finished product was incredible, it had the perfect amount of everything from base to drums with a little bit of synth and a light echo attached to your voice.

“Do you think this new record’s gonna be as big as the last?” Ray asked you, all three of you now on various pieces of furniture in the studio and eating burritos, which had been jointly decided upon pretty quickly when you all grew hungry. “Mmm,” You hummed, thinking for a minute, “I don’t know. Probably not considering winning 10 Grammys in one night is a record,” “On top of the, like 40 other awards you got.” Ray laughed.

“Yeah, true,” You agreed, “But I don’t make music to win awards or anything. I make music because I want to and because I love to and other people like it.” You explained, “You guys are the same.” They nodded. “The awards are just something nice.”

“I mean, you’re basically on top of the world.” Ray responded.

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it all the more scary,” You began, “You kind of look down from your stance at the top, having everything you’ve ever dreamed of in your career, and you have to ask what do you do next. And then it turns in to panic because there’s no where to go. And that’s why Gerard is up with me every other night while I’m having a panic attack about what the fuck I do next.”

“I don’t think I’m much help.” He added.

“You’re more help than if I was alone.” You responded, “But I’m kind of excited for this new era. There’s no limits anymore, I feel like, so I’ll just take on this good girl gone bad character. Not in real life, of course, but my alter ego.” “So you’re gonna reset everything?” Ray asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, hopefully. Starting with my closet.” You took a bite of your food, “Gee, take me to Hot Topic.” He rolled his eyes.

“If you want to do that, then just take all my leather jackets.” “You have too many anyways.” “Do not,” He warned, “I take pride in my jacket collection.” This time you rolled your eyes. “You have an entire rack in your closet for jackets.” “Uh huh, says Miss ‘I have to have an entire room for my purse and shoe collection’.” “Oh, please, it’s part of my personality.” “Well jackets are apart of mine.” He fired back.

“You two are literally an old couple.” Ray interrupted.

“Kinda.” You agreed.

“But for real,” Ray asked next, “What is going on in the world of Y/F/N Y/L/N?” You sighed.

“For once it feels like nothing,” You admitted, “No brand deals really, almost no interviews, no tour because that finished up, just this I guess.” You took another bite and continued, “I did recently get the opportunity for there to be a documentary on me and my life though. Like a camera crew and everyone follow me around for a few critical weeks of the year, put it into a whole movie type thing about how I live, my fame, all that.” “Wait, what?” Gerard asked, now a mixture of shock and concern on his face. “You-you never told me.” He said next.

“Well, yeah, I mean I told them I would at least have to think about it. I was planning on telling you but I needed to figure out if I wanted to go through with it first. I was very indecisive about it. Still am.” “So what are you thinking?” Ray asked, clearly trying to break some of the tension.

“I still don’t know,” You admitted, “I mean, a part of me really wants people to understand why I’m so under the radar, why I’ve disappeared from the world for a while. But the other part wants to protect that privacy. Plus if we were to theoretically go through with this, Gee, you would have to be okay with it too since they’ll be filming in our homes, and very possibly me and you.” He nodded, “And plus, I don’t know if it’s the right timing. I’m starting this new era of me being private and taking on this alter ego for everyone else, it may just be bad timing too.”

“I think it would be interesting for people to be able to see you, like the real you. And how you deal with the fame and all.” Ray added.

“Yeah, but,” You took a brief pause to find words, “How much of my privacy am I willing to forfeit for that?”

You and Gerard got back to your New York townhouse, kicking off your shoes and almost immediately crashing on the bed. You had to admit, at least to yourself, that your mind was beyond conflicted with what to do. Your next album release would have been perfect timing to plan starting a family with Gerard. Release the album, stay completely under the radar, and go on a small tour with a few big shows. But the opportunity for the documentary to be made would make a huge deal to your life. It would be nearly impossible to do both at the same time, though.

You laid down, your head on Gerard’s shoulder, as you both laid in bed reading your books trying to wind down. But Gerard, being your husband, best friend, and soulmate, knew you were stressed. Just from even looking at you, although no one else could tell, he could.

“Talk to me.” He said softly, barely above a whisper.

“I don’t want to disrupt your reading,” You sighed, “Or annoy you.” “I like listening to you talk.” He glanced to you, your eyes meeting. You didn’t know how a man could be that gorgeous, he just was. “It’s soothing, even when you rant.” You lightly laughed, snuggling further into him. He willingly took one of his arms, swinging it behind you and placing his book down on his nightstand, marking the page. 

“Fine,” You sighed, moving down so your head was on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every delicate breath he absentmindedly took. Your hands found their way there too, drawing circles on the shirt he had on.

So there the two of you laid, you pouring our your anxiety and worries to your husband, who seemed to understand what you were saying, translating every jumble of emotion you had into a symphony of calmness. 

“This is all up to you babe, I’m just along for the ride.” He said, “But maybe this is a sign, ya know? Maybe you should take this opportunity to have a documentary be made about you, because maybe people will begin to actually understand the extent to which your life has been thrown into the spotlight, and why you need that privacy. And maybe that sympathy will get us to an even better place where we can start a family, worry free from any chance that our child or children will be in the spotlight.” “You’re so smart.” You lightly laughed, nuzzling into him. “I’ll think about it, Gee.” And like that a lightbulb went off in your head. You squeezed out of his embrace, groaning and getting up out of bed, his face filled with confusion. “Where’re you going? Did I say something wrong? I-” “No, it’s a song idea.” You palmed your face in your hand, “Like a really good one.” You grabbed your phone to go record it. “You get it, right?” “Not really because I don’t record as many songs as you, but kinda.” You groaned again, his face so innocent as you eyed him.

“You’re an ass.” 

[maddiethebull]

35 with gavin? UwU

Sorry this took a while, I ran out of my depression meds and I felt like a ball of sad for a couple days and so I didn’t write much. I really hope you like this one and again, sorry it took me so long!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stxbpx3p4iY here’s some music to listen to while reading :)

Gavin (MLQC) - Prompt #35 - “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

That morning was peaceful, it was the middle of spring and you were getting ready to do some work at home when Gavin knocked on your door. He held his coffee in one hand and your favorite tea in the other as he smiled seeing the look of excitement on your face. The both of you tried to make breakfast, then you ordered some breakfast takeout as Gavin was busy scraping the burnt eggs, or what was left of them, out of the pan and into the bin. 

After you were done ordering, you reached past him to put the phone back in it’s holder and he stole a look at you with a warm expression. 

“Hey, MC?”

“Yeah?”

He shyly opened his arms wide, inviting you for a hug and you gladly accepted. You held each other tight, you took in each other’s scent, and you cherished the warmth of each other’s bodies. 

“Mmm, I could stay like this forever,” you said with your face pressed against his chest. He was glad you couldn’t see just how much that sentence made him blush, he was more pink than the cherry blossoms outside. Through his moment of fluster he replied, 

“M-me too,” with a sweet smile brushed on his chiseled features. 

Neither of you were looking at each other’s face but you could tell that you were both smiling wide, so happy to just be together in this moment. Unfortunately, though, the moment couldn’t last forever and you went out to grab the takeout. You were putting on your shoes and Gavin followed behind you, 

“Here, lock the door for me, please.” you said, tossing him your house keys as you walked onto your porch. 

You took a deep breath of the wonderful spring time air and then BANG BANG BANG. That was all you heard before you fell to the ground in immense pain. There had been a shootout in your neighborhood, most likely SWAN coming for you, but you hadn’t the time to think it over. The pain and throbbing of your heart soon overtook your thoughts as you clutched your waist. You writhed on the ground in agony. Gavin rushed out of your apartment as soon as he heard the noise. A man who was dressed in all black put the gun in a paper bag and threw it away. Gavin heard no other noise than your hitching breaths, he didn’t hear any of the pedestrians calling the police and ambulance. He couldn’t see the people walking right in front of him and frantically checking if you were okay. The delicate glass world he built with you shattered around him as he ran straight to you, pushing people out of the way to be by your side.

“G-Gavin,” you struggled to get the words out as he frantically took off his shirt and began tying it around your abdomen and yelling at you to apply pressure, apply pressure, apply pressure. You could barely feel his hands over your own as he helped you hold the wound. You tried to lift yourself and he took you in his arms, laying you back down, 

“N-no stay down okay? You just need to focus on breathing and don’t move, okay?” He choked the tears back as he looked down at you. He gently placed his forehead on your shoulder, squeezing it tight. The smell of your perfume was now mixed with blood and the warmth he cherished earlier was now leaving you. He spoke again to keep your attention on what was happening around you, 

“Hey, do y-you remember when I was going on that l-long  mission a-and you said to me ‘if you die I’m gonna kill you’? Well, t-the same goes for you, MC, so you- you have to be okay o-or else I’ll be mad at you.” 

His voice was trembling as a painful grimace of bittersweet remembrance was covered in the salty tears coming from his eyes. He thought all of the times he’d been there to protect you, yet, this time, he couldn’t. He couldn’t contain his own agony anymore and began crying in heaving breaths and gasps for air. He sobbed into the blood stained white and blue striped shirt that you always wore. How could he be so useless as you lay there bleeding out in his arms? How could he not have been there to protect you? His throat and eyes burned from his cries, but he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. The second you got hurt was the second he felt like he’d been ripped in two. Seeing you like this, seeing you in so much pain, it broke him. 

Your consciousness was slipping away, spurts of black dots spreading across your vision. Tears streamed from Gavin’s eyes as he lifted his head to look into yours, the tears falling on your cheek and mixing with your own as he clutched you. With the sound of sirens and flashing lights behind him, he whispered to you through his trembling lips, 

“You’ll be okay, y-you have to be okay.” The last thing you saw was Gavin’s face as your world faded to black. Gavin’s cries grew more intense as you fell limp in his grip. The EMTs practically had to tear him away from you as they loaded you into the ambulance. With one hand wiping his tears away and the other gripping yours, time moved in slow motion for Gavin as you were driven to the emergency room. He didn’t know if he believed in a god, but he was still praying to one that you would be okay. You had to be okay. 

You woke up to a bright white light filling your vision. You soon figured out that it was the ceiling of a hospital room, and you, thankfully, didn’t just croak and go to Heaven. You groggily moved your head and brought up your arms to rub your eyes, but you were stopped by Gavin’s hand still firmly gripping yours. He laid there asleep, tear stains on the bed. Normally, he would’ve looked peaceful, but now, he slept with a look of despair that seemed to be permanently etched into his features. His amber eyes slowly opened, he expected to see you still asleep as you had been for days. When he saw that you were awake and looking at him, he jumped up and a look of utter disbelief crossed him. 

“MC?” 

He said it as if he were determining if this moment was a dream. You smiled at him gently and he lunged forward to embrace you. He squeezed you tightly, his hands were shaking and out came another flood of emotion. He couldn’t believe you’d made it out okay. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you there with him again. He nuzzled his head on your shoulder, the same shoulder he remembered crying on, but now you were warm again, you were okay again, he could feel the pulse in your neck and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. 

You chuckled at this, he was never so openly affectionate. Thinking upon why he was so openly affectionate now, though, made that happy mood fade away entirely. He let go of you and sat back down next to you. He looked over you worriedly, his head dropped into his hands. 

“I’m sorry…”

“Gavin, don’t say that, it’s not your-”

“It is my fault,” he said, “I wasn’t there to protect you, I- I wasn’t there to-”

“Gavin, shhhhhhh.” 

You put your hand on his arm and looked at him, there was pain swirling in both his and your eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to think about everything that happened. Naturally, you were scared to think about it, but having him there seemed to comfort those thoughts, his presence always made you feel safe and you would never blame him for any of this, so how could he blame himself? 

“Hey, look at me,” you said, “look at me, I’ll be okay, I will.”

This reassurance made him feel better, to see you moving and hearing your voice again lit up the happiness he’d forgotten about in such a short time. He put his hand on yours, a physical representation of his want for you to never leave him again. 

With a gentle smile you spoke again, 

“Since I’m okay now, does that mean you’re not mad at me?”

He started laughing, how could you be so wonderful? He almost forgot how to laugh or smile in the days you were unconscious, but immediately, you brought back the light you had given him when you two met, when he saw you for the first time and offered his coat to shield you from the rain. He thought about something he wanted to say then and something he needed to say now.

“Um, MC, I was going to tell you this that day, and I never got the chance, and I-I…”

He sighed and brushed his hair away from his face, looking to the ground, he said,

“I love you, you know that?”

You tried to lift yourself up to kiss his cheek, but you winced in pain and grabbed the bandages that were wrapped around you. He laid you back down softly and brushed the hair from your face. When he started to move away you pulled him in an embrace, 

“I knew that,” you whispered in his ear, “but thank you for saying it out loud.” There you were, making him blush like mad yet again. 

Resting your head on his shoulder as you held him and he held you said quietly, as if sharing a precious secret, “I love you too.”

You held each other and for the first time in what seemed like ages, both Gavin and you peacefully slept, coddled in each other’s arms as the day faded away.

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[pursuedbyworms]

why the fisher king is my favorite episode of criminal minds (i’m referring to parts one and two this whole time, i just combine them in my head)

(also read as: joey feels like rambling)

as a whole overview, the fisher king is an intriguing mystery with codes, clues, and old-timey medieval references that the bau gets wrapped up in with the goals of rescuing a kidnapped girl

let me just say, i love the mystery. i think it’s the most well-crafted out of all the episodes. it has all these aspects: the individual packages/messages everyone got sent, an ominous introduction to their “quest”, and many, many puzzle pieces that are all connected. the way it’s all presented, as a quest for the knights at the round table, really hits the spot for me, since i’m really into that kinda thing and the minute a sword is seen my cryptid brain goes “mmm!” the whole concept of the clues leading to this book, the collector, that needs to be used in order to solve this coded message is genius and epic. before we knew anything, we were presented with this wild array of clues: a rare butterfly, an obscure baseball card, and a head in a box (that one isn’t related to the collector but it’s still one of the best ways to ruin a date night). also, skeleton keys. i just think they’re neat. 

anyway, enough of me rambling about the complexity of the mystery. now let’s talk about the other aspect of this episode that is done really well: the character development. this ep introduces reid’s mom, which adds a significant piece to his character and shows us this new side of him. we’re also presented with the character conflict when elle gets shot, which can be seen as a result of gideon pushing the press conference despite being specifically told not to. gideon obviously is shown blaming himself, causing him to stay at the hospital to be there for elle. elle getting shot also shows us how characters like morgan and jj react to this kind of thing, since up until this point in the show there hasn’t been anything like that. (nevermind, there actually has at least a few times. but nothing has been quite as dire as this, unless you’re counting derailed, which i kind of do now that i think of it.) i think these kind of episodes are really important, since they show how much the team really cares about one another. (the other example coming to mind rn is that one where prentiss and reid get trapped in that cult compound, which is another one of my favorites. god, there are so many examples of this kind of thing, which is just another reason why i love this show so much.) oh! this is an edit later on because i just remembered elle’s whole afterlife-airplane conversation with her dad, which provides us with some backstory! man, shows like criminal minds sure love tossing in those scenes with characters’ dead relatives/friends/whatever when they’re in a near-death situation. anyway i think this one was a pretty good one, even if it seemed random.

so.. we have an epic mystery unraveling AND character development? what else can there be? ah, yes, let’s discuss the ending. (and by ending, i mean the part where they go to the house till the end of the ep.) i think this is a very strong conclusion to a really great case, leaving the audience feeling satisfied. we have a good scene with reid confronting the unsub, and then an explosion, and then the whole scene of them figuring out where rebecca is and saving her right before the house burns and crumbles to the ground. it’s great! (and then there’s the finishing scenes after that paired with the real good song by five for fighting that i just adore.) i bring up the ending of this mainly because it’s, again, satisfying. unlike one of my other favorite cases, the replicator. listen, i love that case. i just think it was building to something grand, and the conclusion we got felt anticlimactic and rushed. (except for that one epic scene with rossi saying “zugzwang,” that is absolutely gold.) it left me feeling unsatisfied, sure, the case was solved and everything turned out okay (well except for strauss...), but i never got to see a real confrontation with the unsub, a confrontation including everyone. plus, the whole thing of blake-getting-taken-and-trapped was met with a real stupid solution with no real consequences and then they just straight up left the building?? it was that easy?? i also think they could’ve gone farther with the helicopter getting controlled, but i’ve been talking about the replicator for too long so i’ll just save it for another day. 

other misc notes: 

- anderson. listen, i love this minor character. you can tell that he was crying after finding out that elle was shot, he clearly cares about the team. (my point is just further proven as the show progresses, anderson is the real g.) he’s definitely good at his job, too, he just made a mistake (granted, hotch and gideon also made mistakes). but yeah, no one is to be blamed for elle getting shot except the fisher king and his freddy krueger lookin’ ass.

- the shot of reid diving while the room explodes behind him is kind of ridiculous but i still think it’s great. also, it is hilarious that he is clearly covered in a bit of soot back at the bau while morgan and hotch just Aren’t.

- we get two examples of characters with awful handwriting: gideon and his illegible markings and reid’s scrawly-ass letters. it’s peak representation for us lads with poor handwriting.

- did i already mention the sword? because it’s freakin’ rad. 

- elle’s anger/sarcasm while being interrogated is so hilarious and very in character for her.

- there’s some good n’ funny dialogue in this episode, including the garcia quote “your mom read you valentine’s day poems? hello, therapy.” 

in conclusion, the fisher king is by far the best, most well-crafted episode/case of criminal minds. i simply adore it. also, season one is the best season of criminal  minds. 

[bi-writes]

Making the reader bi would make them a lot less relatable to me as a straight woman, but also, I know there isn't nearly as much representation as there should be. I know you didn't ask for my rambling, but I feel that if having the reader be bi is something that attributes to who she is and how YOU see her, then absolutely you should add it again. Do what you feel is best for the character 😊 have a great day, lovely!

mmm i get it. you know, im straight too, but this is the thing with fanficfion—even if we use “you” and “y/n” and “your,” the story really isnt about you. every fanficfion like that doesnt make a reader that is without personality, you know what i mean?

because to me, writers still make the reader the characters that they want to create. like the reader isnt the reader, the reader is a still a character in the story. so even thought IM not, it just makes sense for the story, i guess? it made a lot of sense in the last notorious, so. but we’ll see.