#no hate to azzie btw

[moebrobrian]

Y'all, please stop entertaining the literal child rage baiting in the tags. They want engagement. It's obnoxious and absolutely disgusting rhetoric they're spewing, but adding fuel to the fire is accomplishing nothing. Sending nasty messages in return is not the way. Block, report, and keep moving.

[acaciapines]

thinking about her again (the dess raises kris au)

specifically about noelle&susie&ralsei friendship. save me noelle&susie&ralsei friendship

[giveafike]

i need a jealous ben fic NOW‼️

TLDR: just normal girlfriend!fem reader x Ben Shelton until you get hit on...

Word count + info: 5.1k! Whole lotta dialogue (lots of jealous/sassy ben and teasing). Mentions of Carlos Antagonist Alcaraz (NO HATE ALL LOVE! I HAD TO PICK SOMEONE, SORRY DONT CRUCIFY ME) Also, lwky wanted to fight y/n in this, idk stop being a bitch lwky.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, jealous ben, possessiveness, neck kisses mentioned - that's about it!

Azzie Notes ✚: WOAH! NO "PLEASE" ANON??? hehe, I'm kidding, you got it. Made a twt btw (azziegivesafike), find me on there. I'll add anon asks there in my bio if you still want to ask stuff without feeling bad <3 but we can talk and yap over there! spoilers on there too.

When this goes up, i should be wrapping up the next Benny post (NSFW)... so keep an eye out! Halloween special coming out on Halloween too! Sorry for starving u guys for so long, but there's stuff on the way!

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Yours - B.T.S.

It's a perfect day in Monte Carlo. The Mediterranean sun blazes bright over the red clay courts and a salty breeze from the sea drifts in on the warm air. The tournament grounds are buzzing with energy, with players, coaches, and friends milling about. You’re seated in the empty stands, overlooking an outdoor practice court as Ben works through his drills. The clay glows a rich terracotta, and each of Ben’s serves echoes powerfully across the court, every stroke executed with his usual, intense focus. Sweat beads on his brow and neck, tiny rivulets rolling down his face, yet his focus never wavers. His damp curls cling to his forehead as he catches his breath between points, his shirt sticking in faint ripples across his torso. You smile, watching him move, not just admiring his talent but also the way he pours himself into every swing, even for a practice session.

You and Ben have been dating for just over a year, and despite both your schedules, you make time to see him, even if it’s only during practice rounds and training. He’s always been strong, both in his love for you and in his commitment to his sport. Having you there seems to centre him; he stands a little taller, pride filling each swing as he puts on a show to make you smile. You, of course, are always proud of him. You see the work and dedication he brings to everything, especially to you. To him, you’re a calm anchor in a sea of intensity, the one he confides in, his steady rock.

Ben’s love for you feels inevitable. Your humour, your intelligence, and your quiet confidence make you a magnetic presence. You’re not just his girlfriend; you’re his best friend, his advisor, the one who helps him open up. You’re his partner in every sense. However, your natural magnetism does bring on many others, and today was no different.

As Ben finishes a rally, you hear the scuff of trainers approaching. You glance up to see Carlos Alcaraz strolling toward you, hands casually tucked in his pockets, his grin as easy as ever, a small bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he starts, his warm Spanish accent wrapping around the word like a charm. He gestures to the empty seat beside you. “Mind if I join?”

You nod, shifting over slightly. You kept your tone light, you had caught his eye and made small talk before, you weren't one to be starstruck or dazed by now. “Of course, plenty of room, Carlos. How’s your day been?”

Carlos settles in, leaning back with a relaxed sigh. “Just finished my session. This weather’s amazing, a bit warm, no?”

You laugh softly. “It is, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to hide in the shade, I don't know how you tennis players handle the heat.”

Carlos chuckles, casting a look toward Ben as he drills. “Ben’s looking strong out there.”

“He is,” you reply softly, eyes trailing back to Ben with a soft gaze, who, you know, can feel you watching him. Ben's tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he squats, rocking from one leg to the other as he waits for the next serve, his eyes narrowed across the court. You couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, adoring the image ahead of you.

Carlos leans back, draping his arm casually along the back of your chair, not in a suggestive way but one that feels natural. At least, it doesn't feel like anything. You can't help but notice the closeness but brush it off. Carlos has always been friendly.

“So,” Carlos starts, turning slightly towards you, his dark eyes examining your face, “do you ever get bored watching all this tennis? Being around it every day?” There’s a playful tone to his voice, his dark eyes sparkling.

You laugh lightly, shaking your head as you look back to Carlos. “No, not when it’s Ben. He keeps things interesting and exciting. I love seeing him play”.

Carlos gives you a knowing smile, his eyes holding a hint of mischief, lingering a moment longer than usual. “Ah, yes. Lucky guy,” he says with a grin. “Must be nice to have someone always in your corner.”

“Yeah, I'd like to think so,” you say lightly, shrugging off the comment.

Carlos is charming, but it’s likely just friendly banter. You turn back to Ben, watching as he powers another serve into the clay, the impact sending a cloud of dust into the air. Both you and Carlos take a sharp inhale at the unexpected force of the hit.

You notice Ben’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening as he catches sight of you watching. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, and for a moment, his next few shots come off harder than usual, landing dangerously close to the lines, his movements more forceful, even a bit reckless, for a practice session. The ball slams into the ground with a fierce intensity, almost as if he’s competing, trying to prove something. You blink, then shake your head with a small smile. Maybe he’s just having a moment of intense focus.

Carlos clears his throat before returning his eyes to you. “So, will you be staying for long here?” Carlos asks, his tone conversational, yet you feel the conversation lingering on the edge of something more.

“Oh, we’re not sure. Might play it by ear,” you respond, glancing over at him. “How about you?”

“Depends,” he says with a playful shrug. “I may stick around if there’s something interesting keeping me here.”

You giggle politely, assuming he’s talking about tennis, but something in his tone gives you pause. You feel a flicker of unease but push it aside, convincing yourself it’s just your imagination.

Ben, however, is clearly catching on. His next few serves are downright explosive, practically booming throughout the court as the ball hits the clay with an almost competitive edge. When he looks over again, his eyes narrow slightly, his lips pressed into a firm, tight line. His hands are at his sides as he mutters to himself quietly. Between points, he glances your way, brows drawn slightly, muttering to himself just loud enough for you to notice. You catch the faintest pout tugging at his expression like he’s quietly vying for your attention. Between shots, he meets your eyes with a raised brow as if to say, 'Are you watching me?' You stifle a smile and arch an eyebrow back, letting him know you are.

Carlos leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, casually closing the distance a little. “You seem like you’re used to this lifestyle. Like travel, tournaments, attention ..all of it.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it. It’s a different pace, but I only get to see glimpses of it when I-” you start to say, but your attention is pulled toward Ben, whose movements are starting to change.

Without warning, the ball cracks loudly off his racket, and he sends a blistering forehand down the line with an intensity that seems to echo across the court. His jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed, as he wipes his upper lip with the back of his hand. You blink, momentarily thrown, and struggle to refocus on Carlos, though Ben’s shift in mood has left you a bit unsettled. Is he just having an intense moment of focus, or did something happen to set him off? Whatever it is, his gaze shifts to you more often, dark, narrowed and brooding. You offer a small smile to yourself, more confused than amused, and turn back to Carlos, finishing off where you had left off, though Ben’s presence looms larger than ever.

On the drive back to the hotel, tension sits heavy in the air. Ben tosses his bag into the back seat with more force than necessary, shutting the door a little too hard as he slides into the driver’s seat. You scroll through messages and check in on group chats, but the quiet storm brewing beside you isn’t lost on you. His hands grip the wheel tightly, his jaw is clenched shut, his gaze locked on the road with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. With a sigh, you set your phone on your lap and glance over.

“You know, your forehand was on fire today,” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

He side-eyes you, his tone sassy as his lips pressed in a faint scowl. “Mmm. Sure.”

You raise a brow, undeterred. “Did you enjoy training? You seemed extra… um, focused.”

Ben lets out a sharp exhale, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Focused,” he repeats, almost to himself. He’s quiet a moment longer, then shakes his head with a scoff. “Yeah, you could say that.”

You tilt your head, giving him a look. “Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”

Ben’s jaw tenses, and he keeps his eyes forward. “You really didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?”

He kisses his teeth with his tongue, clearly annoyed. “Carlitos,” he says finally, voice clipped. The name practically rolls off his tongue like a curse.

You blink, caught off guard. “Carlos?”

“Yeah. Sitting all close, leaning in, making you laugh,” he grumbles.

“Like he’s some kind of…” He shakes his head, muttering to himself. “Honestly, baby, you couldn’t see through that?”

A small lopsided grin tugs at your lips. “Ben, he was just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” he repeats with a scoff. His voice raises a bit as he glances over to you. “I know exactly what that kind of ‘friendly’ means. That's the kind of 'friendly' I was before I had my hands round you and I-”

"Ben! God, you can't be serious" You stifle a laugh, your jaw dropped as you look at him. Sassy Shelton came out strong today, clearly.

He sighs, running a hand over his face quickly. "Baby, he's not 'friendly'. That’s what he wants you to think. I know guys like him. Hell, I was a guy like him before you gave me a chance. Now he's trying to get your attention-- right in front of me, mind you -- and-”.

“Are you jealous, Ben?”

He gives you a look, eyes narrowed, though the blush creeping up his neck gives him away. “I’m not jealous. Like, the way he was actin’ around you, leanin’ in close, smilin’ too much. He was flirtin’, and you didn’t even notice - I just don’t like seeing some guy try to cozy up to you like that. ” He hesitates, then mutters, “Especially not while I’m right there.”

You chuckle softly, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. “Ben, I think you’re overreacting. Carlos is just... Carlos. It’s nothing.”

Ben shakes his head, still frowning. “You don’t get it. I’ve seen him pull that charm on other girls. He gets all friendly and sweet and cool, but it ain’t just for fun.”

“Well, I’m not other girls,” you say, squeezing his arm gently. “And I’m definitely not interested in anyone else but you.”

He stays quiet for a moment, his jaw working as he chews on your words. Finally, he exhales, his grip loosening slightly on the wheel. “I know… it’s just… I don’t like him thinkin’ he can try somethin’. I didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly amused now. "You’re really worked up over this, aren’t you? Were you pouting out there on the court?”

He huffs, looking away, a hint of a smirk breaking through as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

"I wouldn't but here you are, pouting, right in front of me." You tease, your voice lilting as you inch over to his face.

He lets out a deep breath, turning back to the road, his anger melting a bit but still lingering in his words. “I just think he should’ve backed off,” he mutters. “Especially when he knows you're mine".

“Ben, no one’s got my attention like you do. You know that. I'm yours.”

He finally lets out a reluctant smile, though he tries to hide it. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, his tone softer, “good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on sharing.”

The rest of the ride goes by easier as you talk about your own life, people and things, taking Ben's mind off of the court.

Later that evening, as you’re finishing up your skincare routine. The day's events have already faded from your mind, but you know Ben hasn’t completely shaken it off. He’s been quieter than usual since practice ended. Now he’s standing in the doorway, freshly showered, his hair damp, his grey t-shirt hanging loosely on his frame, and pyjama shorts slung low on his hips.

His hands are in his pockets, but his eyes are focused intently on you. He’s got that familiar look, pouty lips, eyes narrowed, the kind of look he gets when he wants to ask something.

You glance at him in the mirror and smile softly. “What’s up?”

Ben doesn’t respond right away. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stepping closer. “So...what did Carlos actually say to you today?” he asks, his voice quiet and soft.

The question catches you a little off guard, surely he can't still be on this. “Carlos?” you echo, frowning slightly. “You mean… earlier, at practice?”

He nods, but there’s no humour in his expression. “Yeah, baby. What’d he say?”

You chuckle softly, turning to face him. “Ben, come on, it was just a friendly chat. It wasn’t like that-”

“I didn’t say it was like that,” Ben cuts in, his voice sharper than usual, his tone still soft as he folds his arms over his broad chest, looking down at your face, almost with pleading eyes. “Just… tell me what he said.”

You hesitate, realising that he’s serious, the playfulness you expected absent. “He was just chatting. You know, we were talking about tennis, the match, practice…” you start, unsure why he’s so worked up. “At one point, he was asking if we, or was it just me? Whatever, asking if we were staying here and I said we haven't decided and then he said something about he might be sticking around. Like, if he found something ‘worthy,’ he’d stay longer or whatever.”

Ben’s jaw clenches, and he shakes his head slowly, bringing a hand up to wipe his face. “Worthy?” he mutters to himself, his expression hardening. His hands are still buried in his pockets, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. “He said that? Like, right to you? Exactly like that?”

You shrug, still not fully understanding why this has him so riled up. “Yeah, but I didn’t think anything of it. He didn’t mean anything-”

“Didn’t mean anything?” Ben interrupts, his voice climbing slightly, his hands waving exasperatedly. He steps closer again, almost looming over you. “He knew what he was sayin’. He knows how he sounds, baby. And you laughed at him.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Wait, you’re mad because I laughed?”

Ben huffs, looking down at you with frustration evident in every line of his body. “No, but babe- I’m mad ‘cause he pulled your attention away from me! You’re there to watch me, not talk to him. But he just slides in there, all smooth, and suddenly you’re caught up in some conversation with him, while I’m bustin’ my ass on court, looking over to see my girl caught my shot only to see some guy leaning over, making eyes at her!”

You bite back a smile at the raw honesty in his voice. He’s not playing games, not teasing, just genuinely upset. “Ben, I wasn’t ignoring you-”

“Well, you weren’t exactly watching me either!” he exclaims, cutting you off again. “I saw you, baby. You weren’t even lookin’ my way.” His voice softens, but it’s filled with frustration, his hand reaching for yours as he holds them, running his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re supposed to be there for me, and he’s over here making you laugh, takin’ your attention like it’s no big deal.”

You sigh, reaching out to rest your hand on his chest, trying to soothe the tension. “Ben, I’m always there for you. He was just making conversation.”

Ben’s eyes narrow and he drops your hands softly. He closes his eyes like he's mulling over everything before he suddenly opens his mouth to mimic Carlos’s voice, clearly irritated. “‘If you find somethin’ worthy, no?’” he says in a poorly executed accent, making you almost burst out laughing. “‘Maybe you’ll stay longer, si?’” He huffs, shaking his head. “What kind of friendly talk is that? He knows what he’s doin’. He talks like that on purpose.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to copy Carlos, even if you know he’s genuinely upset. “Ben, baby, stop. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Ben stares at you, a pout forming on his lips again. “I’m ridiculous for wantin’ my girl to be there for me? For not likin’ that some other guy’s got your eyes on him when they should be on me?"

Your gaze softens as you look up at him and bring a hand up to his face, your thumb tracing a line along his jaw. “Ben, I was paying attention to you. Maybe not in every single moment, but trust me, you had my attention. You always do.”

He still looks unconvinced, his lips pressing into a tight line. “It didn’t feel like it,” he mutters. “Not when I saw you smilin’ at him. Like, really smilin’. I didn’t like it.”

You let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. “Ben, I don’t care about Carlos. I only care about you.”

His hands finally find your body again, this time resting on your waist as he looks down at you, his eyes still stormy with frustration. “Yeah, well, he’s smooth, babe. And I don’t like sharing your attention with anyone. Not him. Not anyone.”

“Ben, you never have to. I’m all yours,” you reassure him, smiling as he finally relaxes in your arms, nestling himself into your neck as you feel a small smile against your skin, breaking through his earlier frustration. After a few seconds, he pulls away and stares at you for a long moment, then sighs deeply, the tension slowly leaving his body.

“Yeah… I know,” he mutters, sounding defeated but still a little stubborn.

You press a kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering against his skin. “Why don’t you let me help you relax, huh? Come here.”

He reluctantly follows as you guide him to sit on the vanity stool. His pout is still present, but the frustration is starting to ebb away. You grab one of your serums and start gently applying it to his face, massaging it into his skin. He closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as you work on his stress.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tease softly, fingers working in small circles along his jawline.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Ben mumbles, his voice soft, his head leaning into your palm.

You smile, brushing your thumb gently over his cheek. “I do love you. But you’ve gotta stop worrying about Carlos. He’s not worth your time.”

Ben doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you continue massaging the cream into his skin, the tension slowly draining from his body. After a while, he murmurs, “You think Carlos would wanna try this skincare routine?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Ben, I don’t care what Carlos would want.”

He cracks a smile, his eyes still closed, clearly pleased with your response. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t wanna share that either.”

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. When you finally pull back, you see a small, content smile on his face.

“Feel better?” you ask gently, running your fingers through his damp curls. You gently place yourself on his lap, both of you sitting in front of the vanity mirror, skin glazed and soft.

“Yeah…” he admits quietly, nuzzling into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. “I just… I just want you all to myself, baby.”

You press another kiss to his forehead, feeling him relax further as you gently play with his hair. “You already have me, silly.”

Ben hums softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he murmurs, “You’re all mine.”

And at that moment, all the jealousy melts away as he buries his face in the crook of your neck once again, smiling softly as your hands work their way through his curls, your touch easing all his frustrations into nothing more than soft, happy sighs and sweet murmurs.

The next day at the court, thinking maybe things have settled. After all, Ben had gotten everything off his chest last night, or so you thought. But the moment you take your seat near the sidelines, you see Carlos already lingering nearby, his eyes lighting up as soon as he spots you. His confident stride brings him over with the same swagger as yesterday, but this time there’s a shift. He’s more deliberate.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning casually on the railing. “Back to watch Ben again, eh?”

You nod, offering a polite smile. “Looking forward to it.” Ben's words and frustrations spin around your head, he wasn't one to overreact or be quick to be jealous, so seeing how upset he was yesterday, you knew this meant a great deal to him. You also felt more suspicious of Carlos, finding lingering undertones in his actions and words.

Carlos leans in, just close enough that you feel a flicker of discomfort. “You know, it must be hard, watching your boyfriend all day in this heat no? You must get so bored. Why don’t you come down to the lounge, we can grab a drink?” His tone is light, but there’s no mistaking the undertone. It’s flirty, persistent, and more than friendly. You can feel it, and it makes you shift in your seat. Ben might've been right to have been so built up about this.

“I’m good, thanks. I'm here for Ben,” your voice firm but still kind. You don’t want to cause a scene, but it’s clear he’s not taking the hint. You look across the court and see Ben shaking his racket a bit, his gaze leaving yours as he stares at the clay under him, his jaw clenched tight.

Carlos chuckles, ignoring the brush-off, his arm lingering along the back of your chair. “One drink can’t hurt, I promise I won’t steal you for too long.”

As he leans closer, you shift in your seat. At that moment, you catch sight of Ben, watching intently from across the court. He’s looking directly at Carlos, his expression sharp. There’s an intensity in his eyes you haven’t seen before, more than competitiveness, it’s protective.

Without hesitation, Ben strides over, his southern drawl thicker than usual. “Carlitos,” he says, each syllable measured, almost mockingly. “She’s with me, man.”

Carlos raises his hands, feigning innocence as he raises his eyebrows and smirks. “Relax, we were only talking.”

“Yeah? Then talk to someone else, she's not interested” Ben replies, his tone leaving no room for debate. Ben steps up onto the ledge, leaning over the rails, facing Carlos eye to eye.

“Alright, no harm. See you around.” Carlos smirks but backs off, tossing a wink your way before he leaves. Ben watches him retreat, his expression firm, his hand gripping the rail. His eyes are still trained on the Spaniard’s back, and you can see the fire in them.

“Ben,” you murmur softly, reaching for his arm, trying to calm him. “I told him I wasn’t interested.”

His gaze softens as he looks down at you. “I saw him, babe. Too close.” His accent draws out each word slowly, his voice still tight with frustration. “I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

“I handled it,” you say gently, standing up to face him. “And besides, I’m not interested in anyone but you. He was just trying to get under your skin.”

Ben’s gaze softens slightly, but there’s still that protective edge to him. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “I don’t care what he was tryin’ to do. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that. Not when you’re mine.”

You smile softly, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the tension slowly drain from him. “I’ve always been yours, Ben. You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closing as he exhales a shaky breath. “I know… I just hate seein’ anyone think they can….” His voice trails off, and he sighs, pulling you closer. You can feel his body start to relax, but there’s still an underlying frustration there. His hand tightens on your waist, the rail holding distance between you two and before you can say anything else, he sighs.

“I don’t want you sittin’ there no more,” he mutters, “You’re gonna stay with me.”

It’s not up for debate, he’s made his decision. And honestly, you don’t mind. He helps you come onto the court, holding you tight as he presses a kiss to your temple. Being by Ben’s side feels right, especially when he’s feeling this protective. You settle next to him, his arm draped over your shoulders, as he goes through the rest of his training. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Stay by me on my bench today, baby.”

After practice, Ben takes you to the player lounge. He’s quieter than usual, but you can tell he’s still stewing over Carlos. His leg bounces nervously as he sits beside you, his arm never leaving your waist. The lounge is almost completely silent, but all Ben can focus on is making sure Carlos doesn’t come anywhere near you again.

“Ben,” you say softly with a gentle smile, resting a hand on his bouncing knee, trying to ground him. “It’s over. He’s not gonna try anything. You made yourself clear.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “He better not.”

You tilt your head, watching him with a small smile. “You’re so worked up over this, huh?”

Ben glances at you, his lips tightening for a second before he sighs. “I just….” He trails off again, clearly struggling to find the words. “You’re mine, baby. That's all.”

You bite back a smile at the possessiveness in his voice. It’s extremely rare for Ben to be this openly jealous, but when it happens, it’s kind of adorable. You lean closer, your fingers brushing over the curls at the nape of his neck. “You don’t need to get all worked up. I only have eyes for one man.”

His body visibly relaxes at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing as you play with his hair. Ben’s cheeks flush slightly at the softness of your touch, and his eyes flicker to yours.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth softly. “Only you, Ben.”

For a moment, he just stares at you, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips before it breaks into that gummy smile you know and love, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently, and he leans into the kiss, pressing his lips against yours in a way that’s sweet and slow. It’s like he’s pouring all of his emotions into that one moment, letting go of all the tension that’s been building up.

After Ben pulls back from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, you smile and gently run your fingers through his curls. He looks so at peace, the tension from earlier melting away, but you can’t resist teasing him a little.

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous,” you say with a playful grin.

Ben huffs a soft laugh, his eyes narrowing playfully as his cheeks flush. “I wasn’t that jealous,” he mumbles, but the way he bites his lower lip, the slight embarrassment in his voice, tells you otherwise.

“Oh really?” You arch a brow, leaning in closer so your lips brush the shell of his ear. “You didn’t sound jealous at all when you called him ‘Carlitos,’ like you were ready to throw him onto the court.”

Ben's blush deepens, and he buries his face in your neck, hiding his smile as you giggle. “Okay, maybe a little jealous,” he admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “But I don’t like guys like him hangin’ around you.”

You laugh softly, your fingers still toying with his curls as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, clearly flustered. “You’re so possessive, Ben,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate. “It’s kind of cute.”

At that, Ben lets out a breathy, almost bashful chuckle, his lips brushing against your neck as he tries to stifle his own laughter. “Stop,” he mumbles, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re gonna make me blush even more.”

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, and he takes the invitation, pressing the softest, sweetest kisses against your skin. His lips linger there, warm and tender, as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. You feel his breath hitch as he tries not to laugh again, but his amusement bubbles up, and he giggles softly against your neck.

The sound makes your heart melt. Seeing Ben, so often confident and fiery, acting like this, soft, almost giddy in your arms, is a side of him that you absolutely adore and could never take for granted. You smile, feeling his giggles vibrate against your skin as his face stays tucked into your neck, hiding the full blush on his cheeks.

“Who knew the big, tough Ben Shelton could be so shy,” you tease gently, kissing the top of his head.

“Only around you,” he murmurs, his voice low but filled with affection as he pulls you even closer. His lips graze your neck again, lingering longer this time, and you can feel the smile still tugging at his lips.

He nuzzles further into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady now, no longer trying to hide his soft laughter. “I guess I do get a little jealous,” he finally admits, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone else thinkin’ they can have what’s mine.”

You smile and lean your head against his, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m always yours, Ben,” you whisper softly.

His body relaxes even more at your words, and he lets out a contented sigh. “Good,” he murmurs, still nestled into your neck, his face still rosy but his heart at ease. “Because I’m not lettin’ go.”

[wh0reforbucknasty]

please stop sending me messages through anon i will not respond im not even a writer i literally just read leave me alone if you like pazzi idrc stay off my page im standing on what i said baby get mad or log off please just block me if you don’t wanna see what i reblog!! all love 🫶 death threats don’t work on me btw.. Paige and Azzi would hate most of you in real life

[grantmentis]

(feel free to not publish this btw this is absolutely shit stirring) omfg im so glad someone else doesn’t like alex i find her journalism to be extremely lacking and she refuses to acknowledge any faults in the pwhl even when a mn sports writer that has CONSISTENTLY COVERED WOMENS SPORTS comes out with an opinion piece about the situation that i think a lot of fans agree with she argues about ethics of journalism and it’s like!! i don’t think everything ian kennedy says is gospel but this situation is so fishy!! and i hate it so much!!!

she is like, very clearly a mouth piece/PR Arm for the PWHL/PWHPA and gets information from them and won't be critical of them because then she'd lose her insider information

ian kennedy is like her narrative foil in that he basically gets most of his information from like two player agents he's friendly with and one or two former phf vets and does nothing to fact check what they tell him. which is also bad but it is kind of funny that him and alex do the same thing but for different "sides" and drive each other nuts lol. as for fans reading either of their stories that they break its mostly trying to pick out what i think has merit or understanding that there's probably some truth to something but it's incredibly one sided.

that said azzi annoys me more because 1) her league connections give her more power in this space 2) she apparently treats people even worse in person and was a nightmare at the isobel cup finals in florida 3) when the ice garden shutdown on sbnation she pissed everyone off by being like "your work sucked but i dont believe you should be out of a job :(" and never apologized and imo shes very lucky no one threw hands with her over that

[isa-beenme]

Hi! this is my first time asking but maybe you could do a co-workers and a one night stand for the Acotar bingo with azzy?? like they are both spies for rhys and something happens on a mission orrrr…. idk fluff please :))))

feel free to ignore - i love ur work btw <33

Oh my dear I definitely can

Thanks so much for the reassurance, I'm a people pleaser KEEP COMMENTING COMMENTS THEY ARE MY BIGGEST FUEELLLLLL

Me writing a normal fanfic: 😃

Me 5 seconds after I start creating a whole trauma, past story and a lot of facts that are not exactly necessary to the story: 🥰😍🤩😚💕💖💟💞🤗✨️

When I was writing this I thought: Omg maybe I'm finally ready to write smut (I'm not, the need completely disappeared from me the moment I opened the document)

Pillowtalk

As you and Azriel prepare for yet another mission together to watch the suspect camplords in the Illyrian mountains, you go over your plans meticulously, ensuring you are ready for whatever challenges lie ahead. You and Azriel have created a unique bond over the years, having worked together on numerous missions for the High Lord. Both of you knew how to work together and where your boundaries were laid. It was precisely that that made working with him so easy, no matter the amount of time you spent together, he never ever asked you to take off the mask that usually covered your face.

The journey to the Illyrian mountains is always filled with tension since you know how much Azriel hates his old home. You know you must be discreet to avoid detection. You and Azriel move silently, utilizing your stealth and his powers to blend into the shadows. You keep your senses sharp, alert to any potential danger.

However, even the most carefully laid plans can go awry. During your surveillance, you encounter an unexpected group of hostile Illyrian males who happened to be patrolling in that area. Azriel fights valiantly, but he is fighting against five of the seven that attacked you, and even if he defeats three of them, the other two remaining aim for his wings and cause a serious injury during the wings' leather, leaving him vulnerable and unable to defend himself adequately.

In a split second, you take your decision, and you know you must act swiftly to protect your partner. Without hesitation, you remove your mask, it helps you to maintain silence and prevents the enemies from hearing your breathing. But right now it is only making it difficult for vision to be clear, the fighting usually being Azriel's work.

As you take off the mask it reveals the burn mark that runs from your neck to a portion of your face. It serves as a reminder of a past event that you try to keep hidden from prying eyes. Also, it would work as an easy way for your enemies to recognize you anywhere you went. Even if they didn't remember your face, they would remember the scars, this being the only reason to keep your face a mystery during your missions.

Despite your reservations, you know very well that your identity is a small price to pay to save Azriel. Drawing upon all your strength, you fiercely fight off your remaining attackers, using your skills to ensure you both survive the ordeal.

After the dust settles and the danger has passed, Azriel looks at you with a mixture of awe and concern. He finally sees the face that you had kept concealed for so long. His gaze lingers on the burn mark, but he doesn't pry or ask questions. He knows that you have your reasons for keeping your identity a secret, and he respects your privacy in everything.

You quickly winnow yourself and him to a nearby cabin, paying an offensive amount of gold to the keeper for her to remain silent about your state there. She only nods once and takes you to the main room, running to take medical supplies for your partner.

-Do you need help? - She asks softly, but you can see her nervousness as she looks at the blood.

-No, I can take it from here. Thank you for everything - You dismiss her and she happily gets out of the room and closes the door behind her, leaving you to take care of Azriel's wings, which are already closing their wounds.

As Azriel recovers from his injuries, you stay by his side, tending to his wounds with care and cleaning them at one time or another. As you spend time together during his recuperation, he senses there is more to your burn mark than meets the eye. You can sense his eyes floating to your neck sometimes, but you let him be fully healed before saying anything.

-You know you can just ask, right? - You say as Azriel sits beside you as you look out the window.

-I hope I'm not prying or making you uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but notice your burn mark. It must have been a difficult experience - You take a deep breath, your fingers tracing the edge of the scar absentmindedly - You don't have to share if you don't want to-

-Yes, it was - You replied, your voice carrying a mix of pain and vulnerability - My parents... they weren't the kindest people. They made it clear that they didn't want me and that I was a burden to them - You notice Azriel tracing his own scars, you didn't even notice the moment he took off his gloves.

-I'm so sorry you had to go through that - He says sincerely, a mixture of sympathy and understanding in his eyes.

-When I was young, I believed that if I stayed close to them or if I tried harder, they might change their minds, and start loving me or something. But one day... One day, I was talking to my mother while she was cooking. I didn't realize I was annoying her until she got angry. The next thing I knew, the hot oil spilled on me, and she didn't even try to help, not her, not my father. I was left with this scar after that - You took a deep breath as you felt Azriel's gentle touch tracing the contours of the burn in your neck, a silent gesture of support as he listened intently - I was probably six, maybe seven. It didn't take me long to run away until I found a mercenary. He took me in and trained me. I was supposed to be a mercenary too if Rhysand didn't find me. He hired me after some time and gave my tutor a place to live in Velaris. That's my sad story - You said with a dry laugh, trying to keep the tears that threatened to escape from your eyes. Azriel's heart aches for the pain you endured, and he reaches out to gently touch your face, mirroring the care you showed him during his recovery.

-You are incredibly strong - He says sincerely - To survive such a difficult past and become the person you are now, it takes immense courage.

-And what about yours? We are basically burn buddies - He laughs at that, supporting his back on the window, looking deeply at you as you take his hand from your face and start to trace them - You don't have to tell me if you're not ready, too.

-No, I want to tell you - He replies, his voice steady - You've shared your pain with me, and it's only fair that I do the same. I was the bastard son of an Illyrian lord. For eleven years, I lived with my father, stepmother, and two older half-brothers. They were cruel and treated me like an outcast. They kept me in a cell with no windows or light, letting me out only for an hour a day to see my mother. I was forbidden to train or fly, even though my Illyrian instincts urged me to do so.

You bring your hand up to his arm, bringing him closer to your body as you circle him in a hug, feeling the tension disappearing from his body as he is visibly relaxed in your arms, embracing the warmth and comfort.

-One day, my half-brothers thought it would be fun to see what would happen if they mixed an Illyrian's quick healing gifts with fire. They poured oil on my hands and lit them on fire - Your eyes widened in surprise, not in a million years you would have imagined his story to be like this - The warriors heard my screams and rescued me, but it was too late to save my hands. I was left with these scars, a constant reminder of the cruelty I endured.

-I hope they are all dead - You said suddenly, your voice mixed with a tone you reserve for the ones you torture in the prison.

-One of them. And no, I won't tell you who they are just for you to kill them - He laughs when you ruff in annoyance - If so you would have to tell me who are your parents, so we can have a tie.

-Really? I would gladly do so - He laughs once again, the sound making your heart flutter in happiness. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again.

-At eleven, I was dumped in the Illyrian training camp, Windhaven, where I wasn't exactly well received due to my shadowsinging gifts. That's where I met Rhysand and Cassian. Rhysand's mother took me in, just as she did for Cassian. And when Rhysand became the High Lord of the Night Court, I became his spymaster, part of the Inner Circle.

-I'm so sorry for what you went through. But know that you are not defined by your past, it was a lesson it took me some time to understand. You are strong, compassionate, and resilient, a testament to the person you've become. And your scars, just like mine, tell a story of resilience and survival. We should be proud of the people we've become despite our pasts.

-Yes, we should. And I couldn't be prouder of what we've become - He gets out of your embrace, taking your hand in his, reveling in the feel.

-You're right. We make a great team, burn buddies, if so - You hear a chuckle and let your own laugh fill the room - I'm grateful for every mission we've shared, you know.

-I'm grateful too, more than words can say. You've shown me kindness, trust, and loyalty. You've helped me heal in ways I didn't think were possible - Azriel's other hand moved from his side to cup your cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

-And you've done the same for me. Your strength and understanding have been my anchor through it all - At that moment, you felt an unspoken connection that went beyond your shared experiences as spies. It was a bond forged through trust, support, and compassion.

As you trace gentle patterns on Azriel's hand, he gazes at you with affection and admiration. He can't help but be captivated by your strength and resilience, your ability to face your past head-on and still maintain a kind and caring heart. Something he couldn't do. His past hunted him as a monster, the shame he felt on his hands growing every time he looked at them. But you?

-You're incredible - He whispers, his voice barely above a breath. You looked up at him, shocked by his sudden words, but your eyes were shimmering with gratitude.

-And you're just as incredible - You reply with a smile playing on your lips - I always admired you. It was nice knowing you always chose me to go with you, it's also nice spending time with you.

-I always chose you because we make a great duo - You murmur "burn buddies" again, but he doesn't laugh this time, his eyes still admiring you. He turns his hand and entangles it with your - You're beautiful. You always told me that, and now I can say it back.

At that moment, the air around you feels charged with an undeniable attraction. You both sense it, the magnetic pull that draws you closer. Without another word, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your lips move together in a dance of longing and desire, your emotions pouring into the embrace. The weight of your shared experiences, the understanding of each other's pain, and the warmth of your feelings culminate in this moment.

The kiss deepens, and you lose yourselves in each other, forgetting the world outside as you explore the depths of your needs. Azriel's hand gently cradles your face, his thumb caressing your scarred cheek, while your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

Your bodies move closer in the window seat, the space between you disappearing as you seek comfort and intimacy in each other's arms. The tension that had been building between you for years finds its release, and you become lost in the sensation of being with someone who understands you on a level you never thought possible.

As you pull away, your breaths mingling, you meet each other's eyes, the intensity of the moment shining brightly. Without words, you share an unspoken understanding as he starts undoing the stripes and buttons of your armor and you start to take off the layers of his. Your lips connect again as he pulls you to his lap and walks you towards the bed, taking off the rest of your clothes as well as his.

Your heated make-out session evolves into a night filled with passion while you share your bodies, as you find the solace and belonging you've been searching for, a love that heals your wounds and ignites a fire within your hearts. When he looked at the rest of your scars, that went down until your shoulder and took a bit of your collarbone his eyes became feral with lust. From the moment he bent down and kissed each piece of skin that was covered with burn wounds, you knew that you are completely fucked.

After your initial heated encounter, you and Azriel decide that your night together was a product of vulnerability and a need for comfort in the moment. You both acknowledge the dangers of getting involved romantically, especially as spies working in a world filled with secrets and risks.

-We can't afford distractions - Azriel had once said, his voice tinged with concern - Our focus needs to be on the missions and keeping each other safe.

-You're right. We can't let our emotions get in the way of what we do - In that moment you had nodded in agreement, understanding the practicality of his words.

Both of you agree to keep your relationship strictly professional, even though your hearts yearn for more. However, as the days pass, you find it increasingly challenging to resist the pull you feel toward each other. Your missions become more dangerous, and the stakes are higher than ever. During chaos and uncertainty, you find comfort and solace in each other's arms.

It starts with small moments, a touch on the arm here, a lingering glance there. You become each other's safe haven, the one constant in a world filled with unpredictability. And despite your resolve, once you go back to your normal life in Velaris, you find yourselves in each other's bed again, seeking solace in the connection you share. The passion and intimacy between you intensifies with each encounter, and you start to realize that they can't deny the love that has grown between you.

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourselves entangled in each other more times than you could count, each encounter pulling you closer together. You've become inseparable in your free time, if it's you in his studio while he practices his painting, or if it's him in your house while you practice dancing, your lives become intertwined both on and off the field.

The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Azriel stirs awake. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he finds himself lying beside you in your room once again, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He traces his fingers gently along the curves of your body, admiring the lines that define your form. The faint light reveals the outline of your burn mark, a testament to your strength and resilience. Azriel's heart swells with affection for you, knowing the hardships you have endured and the courage you carry within.

As his fingers gently explore, you stir from your slumber, your eyes slowly opening to meet his gaze. You see the adoration in his eyes and the reverence with which he touches you. A blush tinges on your cheeks, but you don't look away, instead, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his touch even more.

-You're awake - You murmur, your voice soft but still rough from the slumber. Azriel leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead before he meets your eyes again.

-Yes, I am. And I can't help but marvel at the sight before me - Your heart flutters at his words, and you intertwine your fingers with him, pulling his hand to your lips to leave a tender kiss.

-You have a way with words, Shadowsinger. But actions speak louder - With a soft chuckle, Azriel leans in, capturing your lips in a deep and loving kiss. Your mouths move in perfect harmony, conveying all the unspoken emotions between you. When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest gently against each other's, your breaths mingling.

-I never expected this - You admit, your voice tinged with wonder - But I'm grateful for every moment we shared.

-As am I. You've brought light into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you - You stay entwined, basking in each other's presence, knowing that you've found something rare and precious.

-What if we sleep in today? I don't think we need to get out of bed - He laughs and leans closer to you, the skin contact makes you shiver - I don't know, it's cold today, maybe we can help each other and warm ourselves up.

-I don't think Rhysand will appreciate it if his two best spies disappeared from his view - But he doesn't make a movement to get out of bed, instead, he starts kissing the back of your neck, slowly going under the covers. That way you know you win the discussion, the same way you did many times before.

Every time you find yourself in Azriel's arms, you feel like you can face the world, one day at a time, knowing that you have his heart to hold onto and a love that burns brighter than any shadow you've ever known. Years of shared missions, trust, and understanding have led you to this moment of realization. You are not just good together as partners, but you have discovered a deeper connection, a love born from empathy and shared experiences.

-Thank you - He comes up suddenly, interrupting his path to your legs - For being here, for understanding - With a soft smile, Azriel brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice tender as he speaks - I think we've found something extraordinary in each other.

-I believe you're right, shadow boy - You reply, before the smile completely disappears from your face - But this is not time to be sentimental. First, you eat your snack, and then we can talk about how much we love each other - You push his head under the covers again, hearing his laugh before his mouth finds its way to you.

That stupid promise of a one-time thing was nothing more than a futile attempt to deny the love that had grown between you. You couldn't fight it any longer, your hearts made the decision for yourselves a long time ago. You were partners - mates - in every sense of the word, bound not just by the missions, but by a love that has proven to be stronger than any obstacle in your path.

[nikethestatue]

Is funny/disgusting that the anatomy of elain is use in the shipwar. I don’t want eriel to be fated mates I want them to choose eachother but honestly if they were it would not suprise me . Nesta and Feyre where mate to Cassian and Rhys and they didn’t have an illyrian anatomy so the anatomy doesn’t really matter when it comes to mates. SJM would never use that as a reason.

And BTW what is all this bullsh*t of elriel is not endgame because they don’t have an enemy to lover relationship (“like gwynriel” )but then they complain about eriel because they don’t want a cliche book?

They want another cliche book which is ok but what’s wrong is that they call our ship cliche as an insult when gwynriel would be a copy paste of ACOSF

Ohh Anon,

You are so right. They are fixated on the idea that Nesta changed her and Feyre, but this is a MAGICAL world. Where humans can become Fae. Where characters come back from the dead. Where a large pot controls the fate of everyone. Where people could live for 15K years. I mean, come ON. They really think that if SJM wanted Elain to have winged children, she couldn't make something up? It's one for the most ridiculous, misogynistic and pointless arguments that a whole bunch of WOMEN spew and hold dear.

Can you imagine if Cassian, or Azriel were infertile? After all that's said and done, they couldn't make children. Everyone in this fandom who is now advocating for Elain/Azriel being an impossible couple due to her hips (lol), would cry and bleat 'you can adopt! Adopt me, Azzy!' And if Nesta, for example, dared to leave Cassian over infertility, she'd be the most hated FMC in history. But Azriel leaving Elain over that is apparently perfectly acceptable.

Gwynriel being 'enemies to lovers' is a new one--I saw it this week. And I got very, very, very confused. Because someone has to be enemies in this situation. Now they are claiming that Azriel and Gwyn are enemies? Azriel hates Gwyn? Gwyn hates Azriel? What?

By this point, most of these takes are just comedy. Like they don't know what else to write or make up, so they just pull stuff out of their butts and throw it there and hope it stick.

[akaz2908]

I wish half the weird pages that have popped here go to school tbh. Sorry random rant! The hate for Azzi is insane jealousy and racism. I can’t believe someone thinks she’s dulling Paige’s spotlight 😭 P deserves all the recognition and praise but to say A is using her when she legit never posts and people don’t understand their connection and how much the Fudds have done for P is insane. I feel like how can you call yourself a Paige fan (not you btw) in general if you don’t at least respect those around her/ the most important people to her? She’s also legit done nothing to them but be besides the person they stan…(like I Iove P to pieces but these fans make me ☹️)

oh this influx of “fans” that have been popping up lately have been PISSING ME OFF they truly have just been so rude and disrespectful for absolutely no reason towards to the girls that i quite literally don’t understand why they feel they need to say the absolute nonsense they have been saying like they really just need to go back to where ever they came from and stop talking shit about the girls 😔😔

[socks-wizard-money-gang]

You wanted us to talk about mian interests you don't know crap about so uh here i go:- Right Deltarune ofc deltarune ok so tired asriel is ralsei theory like. HOW. Why would asriel leave his entire life in Hometown to go live out some prophecy he knows nothing about how does that make sense literally toriel and asgore have more similarities than asriel and ralsei what are you guys on about, furthermore HOW WOULD NOELLE NOT RECOGNIZE RALSEI AS ASRIEL HOW WHY HOW we know Noelle and Azzy are very close. And kralsei. Look I don't think toby would throw this much shipping fuel for kris and ralsei if ralsei was actually asriel, that would be very weird (I still hate kralsei btw). All in all I hate this theory sorry I'm gonna be a little hater today. as for how ralsei got to cyber world without turning to stone, uhm maybe because he's made from the pure dark fountain unlike the other castle town residents? thats my theory at least. And how he goes from pitch black to white fur after removing his hat, shapeshifiting. idk I just like shapeshigter ralsei its a silly and cool Anyway thank you for coming to my unorganized ted talk. No hate to people who believe in this theory this is just my opinion. Anyway bye have a good day everyone :]

Trust me I don't know a lot bout deltarune but all you said sure made sans(sorry)

[checkmateknight]

is anzu someone you can edit for. is anzu someone you'd want to edit for. AJKHDKHASD because i think an anzu aesthetic or icons if there's enough content for it would be cute i never see anzu stuff usually, probably for obvious reasons. btw just something generic! not to be boring and showcase my lack of knowledge here but i know either of you will have fun with it and do amazing <3 - Azzy

I think that they look cute despite the fact Photopea hates my phone, so I had to get back to the Ibispaint grind. . . Anyways, much love to you and Annzu.

- 👑

[separatist-apologist]

Hey, I saw a reply from you where a person proposed a one shot, do you still accept this kind of thing? If so, could you write a fic where Elain spends the night of the winter solstice trying to get close to Lucien to make someone else jealous, BUT when everyone goes to sleep they meet in the kitchen and when Lucien is about to kiss her he asks her what she wants and she says a distraction, so Lucien walks up to her, puts his knee/thigh between her legs, runs his nose down her neck, across her face, gets close to her ear and says he's not a distraction to anyone, bites her on the ear and leaves? ?? Please, I need to read something like this. Where he excites her and then leaves.

Say less, anon

Elain didn’t consider herself a cruel person—not really.She was just lonely and bored and missed the feeling of being wanted. She’d had that, for one shining, brief moment with Azriel before everything seemingly went to shit. She still didn’t understand what had changed his mind or why he’d rebuffed her, but some little part of her wanted to make him pay for it. Solstice wasn’t over; Feyre held a weekend of events giving Elain a chance to change Azriel’s opinion on her. She didn’t necessarily want him forever,but what was the harm in something easy? Something casual?

She’d never had a fling before. Azriel seemed like a safe choice. The problem, of course, was the man himself. Azriel hadn’t so much as lookedat her since the disaster two nights before though she’d offered him a polite smile she didn’t think he’d seen. All forgiven, she was trying to convey. This doesn’t have to mean anything.

She sighed softly, frustrated as Azriel kept his distance at the far end of the room, his handsome face focused firmly on Mor, who was laughing with Cassian, the three of them the picture of holiday cheer. She considered just leaving, giving up and calling it a night when Feyre and Lucien strolled in, arm and arm, pink cheeked and grinning like naughty children. Elain wondered what the pair had been up to, her heart quickening at the sight of Lucien’s mirth.

Feyre made a beeline for Rhys and Lucien walked across the room, his smile slipping when he realized she was sitting on the couch he was moving towards. That hurt her feelings, though she’d never admit it. Behind Lucien, Azriel glanced over, his jaw tightening at the sight of the two of them.

Oh. Elain scooted over just a little, patting the cushion beside her. Lucien frowned for a moment and then, with long legs, closed the distance between them and dropped beside her.

“Fun night?” He asked, his voice deep and rich. She suppressed a shiver.

“Yeah,” she agreed breathlessly, catching Azriel watching again. She’d never considered she might make him jealous. Elain wished she knew what to do that might egg Azriel on without giving Lucien the wrong impression. The last thing she needed was for him to kidnap her to Spring or wherever it was he was staying these days.

She could touch him, surely? Elain put her hand on Lucien’s knee, surprised by the radiating warmth she felt. She glanced again at Azriel, who was openly staring now, his hazel eyes angry. Good, she thought with a soft smile. She turned to Lucien, terrified when she found the smoldering flame that was his one good eye looking back at her. Oh Gods, she thought, her mind emptying out. Had he always been so handsome?

“Are you having a nice night?” She asked, swallowing hard. Lucien glanced down at her hand, still resting softly on his leg, his eyes dragging back to her face with excruciating slowness.

“It’s certainly looking up,” he agreed. Lucien glanced over her shoulder, perhaps looking to Feyre for guidance or permission. She didn’t care, couldn’t take her eyes off him. He raised one large hand, his skin golden despite how little sunlight existed in the winter, and brushed a curl from her cheek. She closed her eyes the moment their skin made contact, sucking air in softly. When she opened them, Lucien was just a hair closer. She could have tasted him if she wanted to, and Elain was surprised to find she did. She scooted closer still, until her thigh, hidden beneath her plum gown, was pressed against his own. Her fingertips grazed up his legs, stopping halfway between his knee and groin. She wasn’t bold enough to go further.

Lucien licked his lips, threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her face towards his. Yes, she thought breathlessly, forgetting where they were or who might be watching. She could hear nothing but silence, punctuated by his breath and his heart, beating a steady rhythm. His breath tickled the side of her neck.

“It looks like everyone left us,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. Her eyes fluttered open and Lucien, still gripping her head, let her turn just enough to look at the now empty lounge. She turned back to him.

“I didn’t notice,” she admitted. He smiled, sending a bolt of white hot lightning shooting through her chest, straight to her core. He dipped his head and Elain closed her eyes again, waiting for the touch of his mouth against her own.

“What is it that you want, Elain?” He asked her roughly, lips inches from hers. She wanted to scream. Arousal pooled between her legs, proof of her want. She’d all but forgotten why she’d started touching him in the first place. She didn’t know what she wanted, though, in part because he’d stolen all her rationality.

“A distraction,” she replied, hating herself the minute the words came out of her mouth. Lucien regarded her for a moment without moving closer or further away. She held his gaze, flicking from his flame-colored eye to the golden one that seemed to see past her flesh and into her very soul.

Lucien leaned forward until Elain was pressed between the cushion and his body, his knee parting her legs. Her breath caught at the boldness of his action though she didn’t try and stop him at all. She could feel his muscular leg pressed against her body, providing friction precisely where she ached. She pushed closer against him with a sigh of pleasure.

Lucien leaned, running his nose up the column of her neck slowly, his leg moving in time with the way her hips had begun to roll, creating the most delicious pressure. She almost captured his lips when he grazed over her face, scenting her like an animal might.

Brushing her hair to the side, Lucien dipped his nose just behind her ear and murmured, “I’m no one’s distraction.”

Lucien’s teeth sank into her ear a moment before he withdrew his leg and hands. A second later, his body, too was gone. He didn’t look back at her as he left the room, gone to join wherever the rest of Feyre’s family had scampered off to. Elain lay panting, still burning with overwhelming and all-consuming desire and no possible way to extinguish the fire Lucien had set blazing within her.

She’d forgotten how they’d started or why she’d found herself beneath his body desperate for more of him. It didn’t matter, not anymore. Lucien wanted more than a distraction, did he?

Elain could give him exactly what he asked for.

[missazura]

You deserve so much better! Azzy, you’re one of the strongest ppl ever. One day I promise you will be free of that crushing weight. You won’t be trapped anymore. Something will change!! Even if it takes baby steps!!!

If you do emergency commissions I will 100% buy from you!! And I suggest, to reduce risk of further injury or burnout, to make them just, the messiest sketch commissions. Headshots, even, if you don’t want to do full body or even half body. I did kofi commissions $10 headshot scribbles each, stuff that would barely take me 15 minutes and it was so much easier on my mental health than doing $150 full painted stuff that would take hours and drain me because it wasn’t anything self indulgent for myself, you know what I mean? Like I get my energy from drawing self ship, and I couldn’t self ship for months bc I felt obligated to finish my commissions first. It took me 9 months to finish all of my deadlines bc I would go WEEKS or even months without drawing bc I just, hated feeling haunted by all that work I’d have to do. But doing wayyyy smaller commissions afterward was so much easier for me, and the money added up way more quickly than the hundred dollar pieces, simply because I was able to work much faster and even more than before bc I wasn’t as drained and I still had time for myself. I’d get maybe two scribbles done, then allow myself to draw my own self ship stuff as much as I wanted, take a break a day later, then do two more scribbles.

Anyway that’s just a suggestion from my own experience but I know we’re all different and work in different ways! I love u so much and I am thinking of you!!! Please take care of yourself and know that everything will be okay!!!

hey that's a great idea actually. I feel the same way about my work too, I can't accept new commissions till this one's finished bc my commissioners have waited for so long already and I'm not about to skip theirs and add more into my workload bc I'm desperate for money. doing emergency sketch commissions is a wonderful idea, btw. thank you so much for the suggestion!

[afterthelastreset]

(Finally got around to finishing Ace up)

Name: Ace Kaard (named after the Ace card) Personality: boisterous, happy-go-lucky, can snap if pushed enough, pretty friendly and open, can come off as crazy Age: 12 Species: a mixture of stuffed cat and imp Family: Rouxls Kaard: Step Father, Seam: Other father, Jevil: father, J.K.: half brother, Ace: Half brother Powers/Abilities: out of the trio of sibings he's the only one who can summon aces, spades, hearts, and diamonds though it's limited unlike Jevil's, most flexible and well balanced of his brothers, can speak partially a 2nd language, sharp claws, Can't remove his head but he can float in air like Jevil  Appearance: orange cheeks/ear insides, wears bells, black,orange,and purple jester suit, black shoes, orange and white eyes, tan fur around neck/tail, black fingerless gloves, orange paw pads, purple skin Bonus: Out of him and his brothers, Ace was the only one created by magic and was actually an accident created by Jevil and Seam when they tried to combined their magical abilities to create a new trick. The result being a small gremlin cat babie being created from it all. The day he was brought home, two toddler brother were happy to have another sibling and Rouxls groaned because he'd have to change more diapers. Ace was named after the Ace card and just like his two older brothers, had incredible flexibility and performing skills. Out of the three Nosuit siblings, Ace is the only one who inherited Jevil's full magical abilities which includes hovering for long periods of time, summons all the cards symbols, and sometimes even make a magical double of himself. The only thing he can't do that Jevil can is spring his head of his shoulders, but he can remove his head at time. Though he still has to practice this abilities. While the most magical, he isn't too bright. J.K. would often have to drag him away from dangerous stunts or fix up cuts and brusies his little brother would get from his skills. Ace is somewhat protective of his two older brothers though. After the attack J.K. received and the constant bullying that effects Buttons, he usually threatens anyone who tries anything with a cheery voice and red eyes- "OH! You want to punch my brother? Go ahead! Though I won't gaurentee your mother will have anything to bury afterwards! Did you like the show btw?" Like Buttons, Ace wants to become the new jester to the kings when he gets older when his dads retire. You'll often find the two practicing their magic tricks together with Seam and Jevil's help. Since he's part cat like Buttons, the two can often be found lying around, purring, or chasing after a light. But unlike Seam and Buttons, Ace isn't effected by catnip. In fact he down right hates the stuff. Smells weird. Though ace is part cat, he has no cotton or stitches in his system. Like Buttons, the stitches and patches on his body are birthmarks inherited from Seam. He can overheat easily if he's not careful with the heavy fur around his neck and on his tail. His joker hate has two cat ears which is held up from the inside by his horns. He also has an obsession with bells he proudly wears like. J.K., the ones he wears all the time he received as a gift from Pearlie. Relationships: Jevil: Dad to him and his siblings, Jevil encourages Ace's dreams of becoming the next Jester and often helps Buttons and him practice. Though he has a bad habit of also enabling Ace's more destructive habits as well, which lead to some problems Rouxls had to pull strings to get them out of. Though the two get along well, Jevil has a nasty habit of being too overprotective for obvious reasons.  Seam: Pops and The only sane one in their family, the old cat often has to be the voice of reason between fight his siblings or other parents would have and if need be, have to physically pull them apart and use magic to keep them apart. Ace sometimes doesn't understand how he's able to keep up with him despite his old age or why he rather not help with his magic training, but it's nice to have one voice of reason around the house of drama and chaos. Rouxls: Like his two brothers, he refers to Rouxls as his Mother and calls him Mom. Rouxls is used to his fate of being a 'mom' to these kids now but still sighs whenever he's called that. Ace received Rouxls last name despite not being blood related to help him blend into the family together. Ace loves his mama very much but is very confused on why D.J. calls his ma Lesser Grandpa and King Lancer calls him Lesser Dad? Buttons: He's closer to Buttons slightly than J.K. because of how much they train together and want to work together, but Buttons can be...A little too serious and is prone to anxiety or panic attacks easily in big public gatherings. So he has to often act like his lifeline when they performed for the kings or if someone decides to test their patience with them. He wishes he'd lighten up a little more. J.K.: To be honest he envies his oldest bro in a way. He's got full control of his limited magical abilities and is always having a ball. But he also doesn't appreciate how much he puts himself through for them. It's not like he's weak or anything. But he is a ball to be with. Just the right mix of him and buttons. But he doesn't get why he doesn't like his name? King Lancer: There's not much to say about the king except that he's the best and most fun king to work for! He's always encouraging and laughing at the shows he puts on and very understanding of mistakes. He's very fond of Splat noises for some reason.  D.J./Khristy/Azzy/Merry: He adores the young royals! He spends hours playing with them and putting on shows for them. He loves watching their amazement at his magic and strange habits. He is very confused on why D.J. calls his mother Lesser Grandpa though. Kris/Susie/Noelle/Ralsei: He's aquianted with the neighbor royals of the next kingdom over but doesn't really know much about them other than them being the heroes that saved their world way back then and the parents of the Royal siblings. Though Queen Susie can be quite intimidating when she wants to be. Pearlie: Ace thinks Pearlie's a pretty chill gal to be honest. The way she can mold things to create stuff is pretty cool. Like how she made J.K.'s bells, and the jewelry she sells at her stand. In a way, she's like a big sister to him. In fact, Pearlie was the one to made his bell earrings and necklace one Christmas after she found out how much he loved their sounds. He jokingly like to call her Sister from another mother. Ace sees the way J.K. looks at Pearlie at times and is pretty sure he has a thing for her.

[dysphoriaposting]

I'm sure I'm usually some beacon of happiness or whatever but I'm so damn pissed lemme pop a squat and drop a FAT rant.

This shithead, Sam (Fake name, btw). An irl person, trans male, all the support dude. They look swag as hell, just like a boy, and that's awesome.

What isn't awesome? How they used their short friendship with me to scare all my friends away by demonizing my past behavior, which I've apologized profusely for and attempted to right ever since I did it.

This prick decided to build this whole personality of some sexy, badass master mindplay right extraordinaire and then got angry when I tried to make friends with someone they offhandedly decided to hate while me and Sam were dating.

He told my friends about shit that I ALREADY FUCKIN TOLD THEM ABOUT and turned it into an reason for them to leave. And then, since we're in the same class at school, he follows behind me and pokes and prods with little nasty words and stares at me when I'm not looking. I'm not the type to confront people, but I feel so powerfully angry when he does this shit that I fully want to walk up to him and ask, "Hey dude? Why are you so obsessed with me?"

I told him to leave me alone on the direct ground zero after he fucking ripped all my friends away, and what does he do? He does every little extra thing that ISN'T talking to me so that he can still heckle me without breaking what I said.

During our relationship, if you'll call a month of us flirting and him possessively telling me that I couldn't look at girls (which he thought I wanted to date even though I literally asked him to date me), he would say shit like how he loved to push people away that made his life difficult. What did I see him doing just last Friday? Talking with people he said he would never talk to.

AND WITH HIS CREEPY OBSESSION GIRLFRIEND. He made friends with this girl, Azzie (fake name), while we were dating. Azzie clearly has issues with depression, especially because she tried to overdose on painkillers. Azzie is a whole other issue, she pretended to be friends with me for a year since I was weird while trying to date her, even though I apparently made her uncomfortable the whole time. Azzie clings to Sam, who babies her and takes him everywhere he goes to be her body Guard because she gets bullied. That bit isn't the issue. The issue is that he was taking her along with him to talk to someone at our school that was POPULARLY SAID TO BE A RAPIST. Even if that wasn't true, why would you bring this easily scared girl to this guy?

I just want people to be honest and to stop pretending to like me instead of saying what they feel. C'mon guys, we can be better than this. Be honest, speak your mind. Don't pull shit like being friends with people for a year and then dropping a bomb to piss them off.

Chances are? If Azzie or Sam had told me at the exact moment I made them uncomfortable, I probably would've fixed my behavior. But now? I'm just insanely angry. This is how fights start.

I'm done pissing my pants, but if Azzie or Sam is reading this? You know who you are. Just leave me alone, please.