#took these awhile ago and never got around to posting

[tag-of-light]

The leader and his favourite hunter | Fierce on the battlefield, smitten with each other, and doting parents to their children. A'dyalani taught Zara to use a bow, dreaming of the day she'd surpass her as a hunter, while A'vheo took Zeke under his wing, preparing him to one day lead the clan. Oh, how proud they'd be if they could see where their children would end up.

[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fanfiction

notes: Imaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]

warnings: none except hand holding before marriage Imao.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR

Lucifer paced back and forth in his room, worried. Walking around the large master's bedroom, passing by many piles of rubber ducks he made.

“She should be back by now.” Lucifer murmured to himself, sighing.

His eyes landed on to the framed pictures decorating his walls.

He prayed that Charlie met [y/n] up there, the one angel he trusts. Though, it has been eons since he's last seen her, he wonders if [y/n] changed after all these years, especially after he had fallen from grace.

Did she hate him? Did she miss him like how he misses her?

As he sat on his arm chair, a gold sealed white envelope manifested on top of the coffee table in front of him, pink glittery smoke surrounding the letter.

“...What the...?” Lucifer murmurs, hesitant and cautious, eyeing the envelope. What if it's a trap?

Suddenly his phone buzzed, he immediately checked it to see it was a text message from Charlie.

“I just left a letter on your table, it's from someone you know. I'll tell you everything that happened in heaven but I'll rest for a bit. Love you dad!”

Lucifer smiled though a tad bit worried, he can tell that the meeting didn't go as his daughter hoped. He can only give her time.

Lucifer then now turned his eyes back on the neat envelope, sparkling a little. He turned the letter around to see it was specifically addressed to him, written in an oh so familiar handwriting to him. Unknowingly, just by seeing the handwriting was enough for his eyes to tear up a little.

“[y/n]....” He murmurs, finally opening the letter. Using his sharp nails to scrape off the wax without breaking it or tearing the envelope. Taking out the carefully folded light yellow paper, unfolding it to reveal her letter to him.

My Dearest Lucifer

His cheeks flushed slightly, with a comma after dearest. My Dearest, Lucifer

“Oh [y/n], this will keep me up at night.” Lucifer murmurs with a small dorky smile on his face, his sharp teeth shining against the light, eyes watering.

My Dearest, Lucifer

       It has been awhile hasn't it? A couple of eons since we've last seen each other. You have no idea how excited I was when I heard your daughter would be coming here in hell. I made sure to write a letter in advance a day before her arrival. I have a lot to tell you, first and foremost, I truly missed you. You sly man, you really got married without inviting me. How's your time down there? I hope hell is treating you right, I really hope I'll get a chance to see you again. I hope we'll get a proper chance to talk, I want to personally hear you how you've been doing. I hope you'll get the chance to see the good of humans after giving them free will, I promise to find a way for you to leave and visit earth. I am running out of paper to right on but I promise to help your daughter up here and lastly, I want you to remember that I adore you always.

“Sincerely yours, [y/n] [l/n]” Lucifer softly reads out, voice shaking. It felt like he could hear her as he read the letter. The same kind [y/n] who always believed in him. His heart swells knowing that she's still trying to help in any way she can despite their distance. She never stopped believing in him despite him leaving without notice (not that he had the chance to).

“If only you knew how much I adore you too, [y/n]...” Lucifer murmurs softly, his finger tracing the outline of the paper ever so gently.

“I want to see you again, I have so many things to say to you... So many unsaid words I wanted to say... I wanted to tell you that I love...” Lucifer's eyes widened ever so slightly, cheeks turning red. He knows he loves her and he still does but he also loves his ex-wife, Lilith. Does he? Or is he just holding into something that no longer exists as it was something he had for a long time and now it's gone?

Everything in his life changed, Lilith's love for him changed, he changed.

Despite all of this, [y/n] remained unchanging inside his heart. Sure, Lilith held the majority of his heart but now? He is not sure but he is 100% sure [y/n] never left, he still has affections for the angel.

How can he not? She's the only one who believed in him when he was up in heaven? She comforted him whenever the elders said hurtful things to his ideas.

But now...

Her letter gave him a sense of hope that his decision of giving mankind free will might not be useless after all.

Lucifer closes the letter, gently folding it back on how it was folded before he opened it. Bringing the piece of paper to his nose, smelling the faint scent of her perfume. It brought back memories of his time with her in heaven.

“I'll ask Charlie about what happened up there later but for now, I'll take a moment to process this.” He says with a small sigh. Slipping the folded paper back into the envelope.

Lucifer sighs as he gently places the envelope back on his table, walking to his balcony. Eyes staring up into the smoky red skies of hell, devoid of any moon and stars.

He used to stargaze with her when he was still in heaven.

[y/n] was his moon, who shines during his darkest days.

Waving his finger in the air, specks of golden dust flickers out of his fingers. Forming a crescent moon.

Lucifer leans into the railings, eyes staring at the faux moon he created.

“Moon, tell me if I could...” Lucifer softly sang, eyes tired but hopeful. “Send up my heart to you...?” he asked softly, unfortunately no one answered.

A bit of a timeskip....

It has been a few months since Charlie's visit here in heaven and the next extermination is getting closer by the day. Emily and I are still trying to look for ways to help Charlie.

Sera adores Emily, I am sure that she wouldn't get punished. I on the other hand, Sera has been keeping a close eye on me. Criticizing me. Lute being tasked to watch my every move.

“Sera, this is utterly ridiculous! We should give those poor souls a second chance.” [Y/n] says, clenching her fists as she looked at Sera who was sitting on her chair inside the Seraphim office.

“That is enough, [y/n]. You keep this up and you'll end up fallen like Lucifer.” Sera said sternly, eyes glaring at the [y/n]. “You barely managed to escape that fate before, you could've fallen the same time as Lucifer but thankfully your actions weren't as severe as his.”

[y/n] slammed her fists against the table, angel eyes appearing on her wings with fury, “We aren't God, Sera! Who gave you the right to judge those sinners and claim they don't deserve a second chance?” she exclaimed.

Sera stood up from her seat, anger evident on her face. “Don't you dare raise your voice at me! You're on thin ice, [y/n]!”

[y/n] rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over chest, “What are you going to do? Huh? Kick me out of heaven?”

Sera's glare sharpened, patience running thin. “Keep that attitude up and you just might.”

“Lucifer doesn't deserve this treatment! You cursed him to not see the good of people! You cursed the people who have a chance to redeem themselves by taking their life! How does it feel that so much blood is spilled because of your decision?!” [y/n] asked angrily, tears running down her cheeks.

“We have our own souls to protect! This decision wasn't easy to make!” Sera remarked angrily, her wings spread out intimidatingly.

“Protect them from what?! As far as I know, it's only us angels who are a threat to them? If they do something that doesn't fit your standards or the elder's standards they are bound to fall from grace!” [y/n] says mockingly, rage and annoyance evident on both women's eyes.

“That's it, you've crossed the line!”

“You don't want to admit that I am right, angels are such selfish, greedy, and filthy creatures. I cannot believe I am associated with beings whose hands are stained with blood.”

You know, falling doesn't seem so bad.

Strong and harsh winds are blowing against my back, thankfully I still have my wings. It is currently useless, unfortunately. I don't have the energy to flap them to save myself from the approaching pain.

After that argument with Sera, the higher seraphim thought I was already way out of line and disrespectful. I was placed on trial, handcuffed with the type of handcuffs that prevents me from using my angelic powers while it simultaneously sucked the energy out of me.

I was deemed guilty, shameful, and ungrateful and a threat to the order of heaven.

Tossed out of the pearly gates of heaven by none other than Adam, that asshole really grabbed me by the hair.

[y/n] sighs softly, vision blurring. Trying to focus it as she falls from grace. The skies looked so beautiful.

Lucifer would've loved these skies, we've stargazed during the night before. When he was still in heaven with me.

Lucifer, I can see Ursa Major tonight. Someday, I'll bring you back here on the surface and stargaze like we've always do. No matter how many stars are in the sky, you always take my attention. You're like my star, you shine so bright and so pure.

I'll join you in the pits of hell, I hope you didn't forget about me.

I should be happy that I'm finally leaving that god awful place.

Why am I so scared of falling to my demise?

For a moment, I can see a glimpse of how Lucifer felt when he fell from grace.

Terrifying.

[Y/n] closes her eyes as she finally goes past the Earth's crust. Ichor flowing out of her hands from the handcuffs she had to wear.

“I am not allowed to die, I still need to see him.” [y/n] murmurs before eventually crashing into the fiery grounds of hell, she fortunately crashed somewhere where there weren't any people, a wide space of nothing but dead trees, a hotel can be seen in the distance.

Pain, pain shot everywhere her body. She let out a sharp scream of pure pain. Blood spilled everywhere before she eventually passed out.

It didn't matter, the pain didn't matter. She's here now. She'll look for him or Charlie.

She doesn't know Charlie would find her first.

END NOTES: YUHHH THEY'LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN IN THE NEXT UPDATEE

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whoops my hand slipped and I banged out 1800 words of fix-it fic in like an hour. btw i think the Abby connection is dumb but I'm making it work.

Three years after reconciling with Buck, newly engaged to him, Tommy gets a phone call from a certain former dispatcher...who's just seen some interesting news via a Facebook Relationship Status post.

*****

(also on AO3)

To say that the phone call blindsided him would have been the understatement of the century.

He was just sitting at home watching the game, having a beer, minding his own business. Evan was on shift — must be a busy one, he’d only gotten two text messages all evening, one bitching about not having had time to eat dinner and the other about idiots who texted while driving.

His phone rang. Unknown number. Normally he wouldn’t have picked up, but with all the wedding preparations, a lot of vendors were calling. It was a little late to be making business calls, just after 8 pm, but he’d quickly learned that business norms meant little in the wedding planning business. “Hello?”

“Tommy?”

“Yes?” A woman’s voice. Familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

Pause “You’re marrying Buck??” A slightly hysterical note of disbelief entered the woman’s voice as she said the name.

And all at once, he knew who it was. Shit fuck motherfucker why didn’t we get ahead of this one.

“Abby. Um…”

“Evan Buckley? My ex-fiancé and my ex-boyfriend are marrying each other?”

“Small world, huh?” he said, going for levity.

“Buck’s not even gay!”

“No, he’s not. He’s bisexual.”

“I’m…okay. I’m sorry, it’s just…this is a lot of information to get all at once.”

“How did you even find out? Don’t you live in Phoenix?”

“Buck posted one of those relationship status things on Facebook.”

“Oh. I barely use Facebook.”

“Me either, but Buck does, and I hadn’t been on there in awhile, but I logged on and that was like the third post I saw!”

Tommy remembered the day Buck had made the post. They hadn’t really put their relationship on social media much - Buck posted photos of them on Instagram sometimes - and he hadn’t done one of those stupid relationship status things for them until they got engaged. They’d trawled their phones for the right pic, eventually settling on one taken at a 118 barbecue of them together, smiling, arms slung around waists. He hadn’t said so, but he’d gotten a little emotional over what Evan wrote on the post:

Evan Buckley is engaged to Tommy Kinard.

“It’s been a long road, but we made it. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this man. He’s the best person I’ve ever known. I love you!”

“Well…I’m sorry that was an unpleasant surprise for you,” Tommy said, carefully.

She sighed. “I don’t know that it was…unpleasant. But a surprise, for sure. How do you even know Buck? How did you meet?”

“We’re both firefighters, it’s not that surprising that we could have met, is it?”

“No, I guess not.”

“And he was at my old firehouse. The one you refused to ever come to. But I guess you went when you were with him, didn’t you?”

“You never wanted me to meet your friends. I guess I found out why when you broke off our engagement.”

“I’m sorry, Abby. I know I said it then, but I’ll say it again now. I lied to myself, I lied to a lot of people. It took me almost trapping you in my lie, when you did not deserve that, to break me out of it.”

“I forgave you ages ago. We don’t have to go over all that again.”

“I met Evan…I guess it’s four years ago? We started dating not long after. I, um…was the first man he dated. I guess I made him realize some things about himself.”

“Just transforming lives everywhere you go, huh?” she said, a teasing note entering her voice. Tommy was happy to hear it.

“Yeah, well, I almost screwed it up. I broke up with him six months later. He was diving in headfirst, too fast, just all in and wanting to move in with me.”

“That sounds just like Buck.”

“I panicked and ended it before I could get in any deeper with him.”

“It was too late, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I was already in love with him.”

“He’s easy to love. Too easy,” she said, quietly. “But you got back together, obviously.”

“Took a little while. Almost a year. I dated a few guys, he dated a few people, but nothing stuck for either of us - I know now it’s because we were still hung up on each other. We have a friend in common and we’d hear about each other through him…but I didn’t really see him until we ended up on a major incident call together. I sustained a minor injury - just a scrape, really - and Hen from his house patched me up. I was sitting there on the ambulance deck, more or less left to myself, and he came waltzing up with that eyebrow raised like he knew all my secrets.” Abby chuckled, like she knew the exact expression he was describing. “He just said, are you done being fucking stupid yet?”

“And you were.”

“Yep. I was. He took me home that night and we’ve barely been apart since. Got engaged a year later.”

“You sound happy.”

“I am. I’m ecstatic. I can’t believe I got a second chance with him. I kicked myself for ending it like that, I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do. You thought you weren’t enough for him to want to keep you.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s dumb.”

“That’s what he says.”

They sat there not speaking for what felt like a long time.

“Well…” Abby said. “I feel like I just unloaded on you out of the blue.”

“You kinda did,” he said, smiling.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have called.”

“I’m glad you did. You know…Evan and I didn’t realize we had you in common until our six month anniversary dinner. In fact, it was that revelation that sort of started us on the way to breaking up for awhile. But that’s been so long now and it hasn’t come up in a few years. I almost forgot about it.”

“Gee, thanks,” she said, her grin audible. “I’m glad you’re both happy. I have a lot of regret over Buck, how I left things with him. I assume he’s told you.”

“He has. If it helps, he doesn’t have any bad feelings towards you.”

“It does help. Thank you for that.” She sighed. “I’ll let you go. I just saw that Facebook post and spiralled a little bit.”

“Understandable.”

“Please tell Buck I say hello. And I wish you both so much happiness, Tommy.”

“Thank you. And I will.”

She hung up. Tommy stared at the phone for a moment, then opened his text message thread with Evan.

You’re not gonna believe what just happened.

*****

When Evan got home at 7 am, they had their usual two hours to share breakfast and maybe a quick fuck before Tommy had to be on shift himself. They tried to sync their schedules so their off days coincided, but it didn’t always work.

“Holy shit, why didn’t we get ahead of that one?” Evan said as he burst in the door, not even bothering with “hello.” His shoes and duffel went flying and he bustled into the kitchen where Tommy was mixing the pancake batter.

“Yeah, I had the same thought,” he said, leaning over to kiss him hello.

Evan went to the coffee pot. “I didn’t even think about it, that she might see.”

“Neither did I.”

“How’d she sound?”

“Really surprised at first. Incredulous, even? Like in the what-are-the-odds way.”

“Kinda like when I found out we’d both dated her.”

“Yeah, but you’re my himbo now,” Tommy said, smirking. “No, she was just shocked. I gave her the quick rundown, and she ended up congratulating us.”

“Did you tell her it’s her fault we broke up for a year?” Evan said, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“I think the proper person to bear the fault is me.”

“And also me. Who asks someone to move in after six months? Before even saying ‘I love you?’ And when you had a house!”

“I say we blame Josh. He got you all juiced up with that damn Glee speech.” After they’d reconciled, Evan had given him chapter and verse on his mind-boggling thought processes on that last fateful day.

“He got me feeling guilty, is what he did. That I judged you for lying to Abby. Overcorrecting is one of my special gifts.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, while I’m overcorrecting…why don’t we invite her?”

Tommy looked up. “To our wedding?”

“Sure, why not? She can flip a coin whose side she sits on,” Evan said, grinning like the mischievous imp that he was.

“Evan, darling, love of my life, we are not inviting our ex to our wedding.”

He scrunched up his face. “Ew. ‘Our’ ex? Makes it sound like we were in a throuple.”

“Ew, indeed.”

He cocked his head. “I dunno, though. The thought’s kinda sexy.”

“Not to me! No vaginas anywhere near my bedroom. Kinsey 6, remember?”

“Of course, my apologies.”

Tommy looked at his innocent wide-eyed face for a few beats. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Can I help it if the thought of two people I have found intensely attractive doing sexy things is appealing?”

“Can I help it if the thought of Chris Hemsworth going down on you has gotten me through some lonely nights?”

“Okay, I get the point. Shutting up now.” 

Tommy put a plate of pancakes in front of him. “Your shift okay?”

“Fine. Busy. I’m a bit wired. Do we have time for me to bounce on your dick for a bit before you have to head out?”

“For that, I’ll make time.” He sat down at the table at Evan’s side with his own pancakes. Evan slid a hand over and squeezed his thigh.

“Missed you, though,” he said, chewing.

“I always miss you when you’re on shift,” Tommy said.

Evan looked up at that, meeting his eyes. “Tommy, sometimes I miss you when you get up to get a beer.”

The simplicity, the sincerity of it made his chest tighten a little. He leaned forward, put his fingers under Evan’s chin and pulled him into a soft kiss, just like the first time. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you, too.”

“And we are not inviting my ex-fiancee who is also your ex-girlfriend to our wedding.”

Evan grinned. “Deal.”

[eph3merall]

toxic!ex!matt + a sprinkle of mean!matt . . .

cw ; slapping

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matt is a... nice person. you know this, he knows this. he doesn't get mad too easily, keeping his calm almost all the time when anyone ticks him off. at least, that's what you thought. it never occurred to you how toxic the man was, leaving him after finding girls' contacts on his phone and some of the toxic shit he's done.

but, it always confused you how matt never seemed to care when you officially announced to him you two were done. it was like he just didn't care at all, after it took you so long to muster up the courage to even confront him about it. matt was shrugging and chewing on the toothpick in his mouth, as you huff in frustration and throw a few more curses in his direction.

you eventually got all your stuff and ended up crashing at your friends' house for a little. she was happy to have you anyways, not having seen eachother in awhile as you talked to her for hours about everything. in the end, she wasn't surprised that matt was a douche bag. maybe you aren't exactly surprised either—but he was a good boyfriend... kind of. but, if everything else wasn't good with him, the sex definitely was.

maybe it's why you find yourself outside matt's door. you're upset. pissed off and annoyed. matt always knew how to calm that storm down, and maybe you just needed him without realizing. your first instinct was to just go to him, yet you weren't even sure why. he was an asshole in the relationship.

when you find yourself in his room, matt is rolling his eyes when you start rambling on and on about whatever the fuck. you always talked a shit ton. that never really did change about you—but you looked.. more glowy. like you were doing better. a lot better.

when you kept droning on about something probably about him, matt is just sighing and sliding his hand into your hair. patting your head and then his hand comes up to pat your cheek a few times. "shut up." before his hand slapped your cheek gently—shock forming across your features as the sting starts from the harsh impact. you blink and turn your head to glare at matt, even though it did distract you from everything you were so worried about.

it's why matt has you on your knees between his legs, a hand cradling your face as you whine gently. he knows you. god, he knows you so well that he knows just how to get you to stop yapping your ass off. maybe you needed it too, with how much anxiety had wrapped around your entire body.

"shh, y'got it. doin' real good, baby," matt is cooing at you so gently, you forget that he's your ex. that you probably shouldn't even be here right now, for both of your sakes. but you can't help the way your cheek leans into the palm of his hand, warm and inviting. his eyes glance at your pitiful fucking expression, his free hand slapping you across the face gently.

sometimes, matt doesn't feel like making you suck his dick when you get too pissed off. so, he'll settle on this, or some other tactic to get you to shut your mouth. even after you two have broken off, some things just never change. and, in some way, matt kind of hates how well he knows you as he lands another slap across your pretty lil' face. "i got you, baby. i always got ya. don't gotta worry that head off anymore."

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inspired from a thought i posted idk how long ago

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©eph3merall 2024

[virescent-v]

Appetizer

Summary: This is a shitty combination of two prompts I've had sitting in my inbox for awhile now. "Take your top off and open another bottle of wine for mommy" from Paget during a Drunk History episode and one where Emily teases reader in public. A/N: Idk how I feel about this one besties. The idea took hold and then this happened. If it's bad, I blame it on the fact that I haven't written/posted anything in months...and also my adhd running rampant during this writing session. But it did feel good to get words on a doc and to send it out to the internet void. Enjoy!

Warnings: It's smut! (Surprise, surprise! lol). If there are any typos, don't tell me Word count: 2.3k

When Emily cornered you in your bedroom before leaving for the restaurant, pressing your back against your vanity, you thought she was just going to kiss you senseless, leave you breathless, a taste of what’s to come later when you got back home. 

What you didn’t expect was for her to be kissing up your neck, whispering all the things she wants to do to you, as her fingers found their way up under your tight, little, skirt. 

With your head tilted back, each choking breath stuttering from your mouth, you tried to speak, to tell Emily you were going to be late to your reservation, but it didn’t seem like she was bothered by that fact. 

“I want to try something tonight, love,” she whispered against the shell of your ear. You weren’t even sure you could speak with how much she had already gotten you worked up, so you simply, albeit shakily, nodded. 

Emily pulled back from you, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. She reached around you to an unremarkable box on your vanity that you had missed earlier. Slowly, she pulled the lid off, each second seemingly passing with each breath you took. 

When the lid finally popped off, Emily glanced up at you, now a little more cautious than she was a few moments ago. Peeking inside, you could see a dark purple bullet vibrator nestled inside a cocoon of velvet. 

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Emily hesitated, her eyes on the toy. Running her finger lightly over the smooth, silky-like silicon, she whispered, “I want you to wear this. To dinner. It comes with a remote for me to control. We’ve never talked about doing something like this, so you have every right to say no.” 

Her eyes met yours. In them, you could see her want for this, but more importantly, her want for you to feel comfortable with doing something like this. Emily usually took lead with things like this, but you were always the one actually in charge. 

Leaning in, you kissed her slowly, pouring every ounce of want and love into it. Leaning back, you took a deep breath. “I want to. I trust you, Em. I know you’ll stop if I need or want to and you’d never put me, or us, in any harmful situation.” 

Emily released the breath she seemed to be holding, a smile spreading across her mouth. “You’re right. Now, panties off, angel.” 

*** 

Maybe this had been a bad idea. 

You were barely able to string together sentences to answer the questions that the waiter kept asking you in regards to your food and order. You were pretty sure that your cheeks had been flushed since you entered the building. 

Emily was a master at playing with you -  with playing with the remote that was nestled in her pocket. She’d turn the settings to different vibrational patterns, watching as your breathing would match the pace that the toy set inside you. She paid close attention to the way the faster settings would have you gripping the edge of the table, the way the pulsating settings made you squirm in your seat. A combination of both would have you biting your lip in hopes of stifling the moans that wanted to escape. 

You didn’t know what was hotter; the way you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each quiver of the toy inside you, or the way Emily leaned back in her seat, enjoying the view of you trying to hold yourself together. 

Being so skilled at reading your body language, Emily knew exactly when you were reaching the precipice, ready to topple over the edge right there at the table. 

The problem, however, is that she wouldn’t let you. 

Worse, you couldn't even ask for her to let you cum. Every time you tried, your voice got strangled in your throat, caught between a moan and a curse that you had to swallow so as to not make your situation…obvious to the other patrons at the restaurant. 

Thankfully, when your food finally arrived, Emily took pity on you and turned the vibrator completely off. 

“How are you doing, pretty girl?” 

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. Almost. “You know exactly how I’m doing, Em.” 

Emily chuckled. “I sure do, but I enjoy hearing you say it anyways.” 

You were starting to feel a little…bratty… from the fact that you hadn’t been able to cum yet and the fact that you weren’t even sure when you would be allowed to. 

But two could play this game. 

With an almost bored, casual tone, you picked at your nails as you said, “I’m so wet, I’m not entirely sure it hasn’t gone through my dress yet. I love the feel of the toy inside me, but I wish it was your fingers or your strap instead.” 

You watched as Emily blinked a few times, her mouth agape, not anticipating you responding like that. You knew how much she loved it when you talked dirty, but she didn’t expect you to say it like that, nor in such a public place. 

She cleared her throat as you took slight pleasure in the fact that you had her flustered for once this evening. “Mind your words, princess. I can edge you even after we get home,” she said, her eyebrow raised. 

Part of you wanted to push back, lean into the bratty headspace you could feel yourself drifting into. But you knew Emily and that tone of voice. She wasn’t kidding. One time, she edged you for hours and still didn’t let you cum. Then proceeded to not let you cum for days. You didn’t want a repeat of that experience. 

“Yes, ma’am,” you mock saluted. 

Emily just smiled, amused at your antics, and continued to eat. 

You weren’t sure what to make of it; you expected her to fire back with some other quick-witted, snarky, sexy response. It kind of tilted you off axis, not sure of what happened. 

You decided to ignore it, picking up your fork to continue eating. However, once the food was on your fork and halfway to your mouth, Emily turned the vibrator on to its highest setting. The surprise vibrations sent your fork clunking back onto the table, drawing the gaze of a few other patrons. 

“Emily,” you hissed under your breath, your jaw clenched, as you tried to gesture an apology to the people sitting near you. 

Another smirk graced her pretty face. “Hurry up and finish eating, love. I want to enjoy dessert at home,” she said with a wink. 

*** 

You weren’t sure you were walking straight. Every few steps Emily would change the vibration pattern and it would cause your knees to buckle. If you stopped to regain your balance, or to breathe through the pleasure, Emily would turn the vibrator off completely. Even though they were absolutely ruined, you were thankful for your lace panties. Otherwise, you’re not sure the toy would even still be inside you with how wet you were. 

Reaching the door, you fumbled with your keys, struggling to find the right one, and struggling further to get it in the slot to turn the lock. 

You heard Emily chuckling lowly behind you. 

Finally getting the door open, you rushed inside, throwing your stuff on the small table by the door and kicking your shoes off. 

Turning around as Emily shut the door behind her, you went to pull her towards you, but she put her hand up. 

“I meant it when I said I wanted dessert at home, love,” she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the kitchen. 

You wanted to whine. You wanted to scream. You were so pent up you didn’t think you were going to be able to last another minute, let alone however long it took for Emily to eat whatever dessert she had in mind. 

You kept your mouth shut, figuring it was better to play along with her plan than to cause more issues for yourself later. 

Walking to the fridge, Emily pulled out a small cheesecake that you hadn’t known about. She grabbed plates and cutlery, serving you both small slices. Before you could start on yours, Emily’s hand went up again stopping you. “Uh uh, wait a second. Do me a favor and take your shirt off and open up a bottle of wine for mommy,” she smirked, licking her fork of the smooth dessert. 

You gulped, walking over to the wine fridge and pulling out a wine you knew went well with desserts. You pulled the glasses down, pouring a healthy amount into each. Before turning around, you slowly unbuttoned your blouse before sliding it off of your shoulders. You unhooked your bra and let that fall to the floor as well. Grabbing the wine glasses, you turned around, watching as Emily looked you up and down. 

You sauntered up to her, placing the glasses on the table. You waited until she looked up at you from her chair before you slowly unzipped your skirt, letting gravity take it to the ground. You watched as Emily’s hands flexed as if she wanted to reach out to you, but she managed to refrain. She licked her lips before looking back up at you. 

Pushing her legs together, you straddled her lap. As you sat down fully, you sharply inhaled as your laced covered cunt made contact with Emily’s dress pants. The urge to grind down, to feel the friction where you needed it most, overtook you. 

You got a few good rolls of your hips in before Emily’s hands shot out to your body, grabbing harshly at your waist. Even the bruising pressure of her fingers on your skin was turning you on further, a desperate mewl escaping your lips. 

“Such a desperate whore for me, hm? Couldn’t even wait until I finished my cheesecake.” 

You pulled your lip between your teeth, struggling in Emily’s grasp to move your hips. You were tired of playing her game, not even bothering to disagree with her. “I need to cum, please, Em,” you begged, your beautiful eyes trying their hardest to convince her. 

“Fine, if you want to be so needy, you can cum. But I’m not going to touch you.” 

Your eyes blew wide, watching as Emily pulled the remote back out of her pocket immediately pressing buttons to turn on one of the fastest, pulsating modes. 

Your hands shot out to her shoulders, your head falling back as a nearly obscene moan tumbled from your mouth. “Fuck.” Your hips started to move once more, the friction of the lace against your swollen clit hitting just right. 

“Go ahead, baby. Get yourself off on my lap.” Ignoring what she said moments earlier, unable to resist how tantalizing you looked, Emily’s hands started moving around your body, her fingers trailing over your sweat-slicked skin. They grabbed at your hips, forcing you down, making you grind faster before gripping your ass. She trailed them up, caressing the soft skin of your belly, trailing up to your heaving breasts, fondling your stiff peaks. Her hands never stayed in one spot long, as if she couldn’t decide where she wanted to touch you, as if she wished she had more than two hands. 

“Fuck, look at you. Riding me so well.” Emily brought her lips to your neck. “You look so pretty like this, flushed and needy and mine.” 

You couldn’t stop the moans from escaping. Each grind down - and back and forth - of your hips had your pussy clenching harder around the toy. With each movement of your body, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, if it was even possible. You could smell your arousal, so strong from hours of Emily teasing you.

The toy felt so good inside of you, each buzz and pulse sent tingles through your body and down your spine, each vibration igniting a fire deep within your belly. 

You could quickly feel yourself getting close, the constant edging doing most of the work for you. It likely wouldn’t be your best orgasm - you meant it when you said you’d rather have her fingers or her cock - but something, at this point, was better than nothing. 

“Come on, baby. Come all over my lap so I can take you upstairs and clean you up with my mouth.” 

The vision of Emily between your legs, thighs wrapped around her face, with her tongue licking at your drenched cunt was enough to send you over the edge, Emily’s name repetitively falling from your lips like a broken prayer. 

As you came down, Emily stroked your hair away from your face, peppering small kisses over any part of you that she could reach. She kept whispering affirmations, things you’d heard a thousand times, but would hear a million more. 

You don’t know what you did to deserve a love as grand as Emily Prentiss, but you weren’t going to question it. 

Pulling back from you, Emily looked at you with all the love in the world. “How does a bath sound?” 

You tilted your head a bit, raising your eyebrow at her. “What happened to you cleaning me up with your tongue?” 

Tapping your hip lightly, signaling for you to get up off of her lap, Emily snickered lightly. “You have until I get upstairs to be naked and on your hands and knees, pretty girl.” 

You kissed her lightly on the cheek, a mischievous grin on your face, before racing up the stairs. 

“Oh! And leave the toy in!” She called after you. 

She heard a faint moan - or was it a groan? - echo down the stairs, an almost evil smirk breaking out across her face. 

Looks like that orgasm was just the appetizer of the evening. 

[triangle-dog]

TW pet death

(Not one of mine, don't worry. You won't miss anything if you skip this post.)

I will always and forever be a collar and tags person (or, look, if you are really concerned about strangulation then a harness & tags person or a breakaway collar or whatever). Microchips are great, all my beasts are microchiped, but if one of them gets out I want to be able to find them and bring them home no matter what has happened to them.

Two years ago, almost exactly I think, friends and I were three miles into a beautiful autumn hike with the dogs. The leaves were turning, the wildlife was active, and there was a crisp breeze. We rounded a corner and immediately saw a body floating out on the lake, a dog, its long black fur drifting back and forth in the small waves. After some deliberation on what to do, and if it was safe, I waded out to the dog while the others in the party held our dogs way back from the lake in case the water was bad. He wasn't that far out really, but it felt like it took forever to get there because I was fervently hoping he'd have tags. I could actually feel the relief wash over me when I got there and saw patches of blue collar peeking out between the drifting fur.

I towed him into the shallows by the collar. I'm the most familiar with bodies, which is why I was the one who went out to him, and I know that they age differently in the water but by my judgment he'd died farily recently - less than a day ago. When he's in close enough to shore that I don't think he'll drift away any time soon, I unclip his collar and return to the group. We sit down and strategize for a few minutes. How do you make a call like that without raising their hopes? (Answer: you can't - just the phone ringing will be enough).

"I'm very sorry," I say, "but I found a dog in the lake and I thought you would want to know." She tells me she was half expecting a call like this, that the gate didn't latch correctly and both dogs got out but only one came home. She tells me that they were so worried he wouldn't be able to find his way home in the storm last night. She tells me he was very old, that his mind had been going for awhile now. She tells me that most of his life, until the last few years as his body became less able to manage the walk, they would come down to a beach near here and that he loved to swim. She tells me she hopes he at least got to relive those memories for a bit before he went.

I give her the coordinates, it's not too far from a road if you bushwhack - certainly less than the 3mi we did, and tell her we'll bring him to shore. I pick him up out of the shallows, he feels frail, yet he's so so heavy from the weight of the water in his fur. He's much smaller than Nova, yet lifting Nova has never felt like that. I lay him gently on the rocky beach in what I hope is a natural looking, less-traumatizing-to-the-kids position. I clip his collar back on, with the fur no longer drifting around in the water obscuring it, you can now see the little tag saying "Poochie" on the front. We head back the way we came. That was walk enough for all of us, it would feel wrong to seek a different ending, and it was an out and back trail anyway.

Ever since then, every dead cat or dog I see reminds me of those lakeside discussions. We are all overly dedicated animal people, we're fully aware of microchips and all of our own pets are microchiped, but carrying a waterlogged body 3mi to the car to drive it to the vet's office was just not feasible - I don't think it would occur to most people that that was even an option. Even if they did think of it, most people would be opposed to putting a dead animal in their vehicle. I'm just gonna make it easy on people and put my phone number on my animals.

(Sorry, that post was so much longer than it needed to be, but my brain must have recorded that experience in a different kind of memory than usual because it is so so clear and comes all as a set like that so that's what you got too)

TLDR: OP found a dead dog once and has big feelings about it. Put collars/etc. on your pets

[totalswag]

new addition — DREW STARKEY

authors note first concept! more dadxdrew content will be posted. writing about drew as a dad is one of the most cutest thing ever. this is my first time writing on here and it’s been awhile since i’ve written something so it will be a little rusty. also, thank you to those who've sent in requests, i will get to them when i can. feedback is always appreciated <3

summary welcoming your first child into the world and announcing it to the rest of the world.

A month ago you welcomed a beautiful healthy baby girl into the world. Words cannot describe the feeling of becoming a parent for the time. Each day that goes by you cherish every moment with her.

The minute you laid eyes on her, you knew deep in your heart you were meant to be in that very moment. She makes you look at the world differently.

First thing family and friends said when they met Y/D/N for the first time was that she has Drew's features, especially his eye color. But, she is the perfect mix between you both.

When Y/D/N was first born you both posted a picture showing her in her bed next to your hospital bed without showing her face because privacy is huge for Drew and you. You want to protect her from the rest of the world, it's a scary place.

Earlier this week, it hit a month since Y/D/N was born. She continues to grow everyday and never fails to make us smile.

You were in the kitchen cleaning the dishes while Y/D/N was in her swing set sound asleep in the living room; her pacifier in her mouth with her blanket to keep her warm. She loves taking naps or relaxing in her swing set. She will get fussy if you take her out when she's comfortable.

Drew was in the other room on the phone with his manager about an upcoming movie with Daniel Graig that will be filmed in Europe which meant Drew will be gone for a while.

It will be hard not having him around for a month or two but trips to see him will be planned. He’s spoken to you about it when he first got the role.

"She looks so peaceful" you are startled by Drew's voice in the kitchen. He apologizes by kissing your shoulder, "didn't mean to scare you babe."

“You scared me,” you gasped while putting the last plate in the dishwasher, “how did the call go?” You ask turning your body around facing Drew as he looks through the pantry for a snack.

“It went pretty good. We spoke about the movie, apartments since I’ll be there for a while filming and when I fly to Europe '' he explains.

He could tell you were feeling upset about the whole thing. He walks towards you with open arms, you lean into his body from the gesture.

Drew and you went into the living room and sat on the couch to watch tv.

"I think we should show our little princess to the world," Drew says while staring at his baby girl in complete awe.

"I think so too," you shift in your seat, "she's sleeping so peacefully in her swing" you add.

"Grab your phone to take a picture," Drew says.

“Actually, I took a few pictures maybe half an hour ago before she fell asleep. Here let me show you” you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and sit back to your seat, showing him the pictures.

Drew picked a picture out he wanted to post and you agreed.

Y/D/N started getting fussy in her swing. Before you could get up, Drew insisted he grab her. He picked her up carefully placing her on his chest; she tried tilting her head back, staring up at her father as he looked at the tv.

She started to make little noises catching Drew's attention. He made eye contact with her which brought a small grin to her face.

"She grinned at me" he giggles then kissing the top of her head softly.

The bond between those two makes your heart melt. From the moment Drew laid eyes on Y/D/N, you could already tell their bond will be stronger as time goes on.

She is definitely a daddy's girl. She's so attached to him. She holds onto his chain when she lays on his chest when she's awake or sleeping.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and your mama" Drew softly whispers in her ear as he sways back and forth. 

You took a picture of them. They looked so cute.

Spending time together as a family is one of your favorite things to do because it holds memories. This is what you've always dreamed about as a little girl and you finally have it.

You ended up posting the picture tagging Drew with the caption.

A month later and you are already getting so big. Words cannot express the joy of being your mommy. You’ve changed mine and your dads life for the better <3

Once you set your phone down, your phone immediately started blowing up with a bunch of comments from family, friends, and fans.

Drew felt his phone buzzing from the coffee table. You look at him giving him a little chuckle, lifting your arms up, indicating you want to hold Y/D/N. Drew places her in your arms; you shift your body into a comfortable position. She looks at you then looks around her.

"Everyone keeps saying she looks just like me," he chuckles, scrolling through the comments. "Well she is your daughter" you add.

"She has your smile" he also adds, nudging your shoulder.

“Thank you for carrying our daughter for nine months and pushing her out when I knew it was painful. You are such a strong, beautiful, and wonderful woman that I love so much. I can’t wait to see where our future has in store for our family” Drew’s words have never failed to make you cry when he says things like this to you. He wraps his right arm around your lower waist, pulling you closer together while kissing your lips passionately.

“You are making me tear up over here Joseph” you chuckle, wiping a few tears from your face. “But, you are the one of the main reasons why our daughter is here so thank you babe” you add on because it’s true.

“I love you” you place your hand on-top of his.

“I know” he smiles, “and i love you too princess” he leans down kissing the top of Y/D/N head. She smiles at his gesture.

[fanficsbysteve]

The Best for the Both of Them

This will be my first foray into writing fanfiction in a long long time so please be kind. Constructive Criticism is always welcome. Hate Mail is not. I also haven't used Tumblr in awhile so if anyone has any suggestions on how I can make my posts better or easier for you all to read, please let me know.

Rated: PG? WC: 4863

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 “I’ll see you around Buck”, Tommy stood for a second before he walked to the door and out of Evan’s loft. His mind was reeling from what he just did. Evan had been the best thing to ever happen to him, and he had just ended it. Did he do the right thing? He kept walking eventually coming to his truck. He got in and looked up at the windows to Evan’s loft. He saw his now ex-boyfriend standing there looking out at him.

                “This is the best thing for both of us,” he told himself as he started the truck up and drove off towards his house, “It was never meant to last anyways. I’m his first not his last” he just kept telling himself that as a means of justifying it to himself. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes as he drove towards his house. He didn’t want to do that. Evan was the sweetest and most caring person he had ever known. But he couldn’t handle the heartbreak if he decided that Tommy wasn’t enough for him. Yes that was an incredibly Biphobic mentality to have, and he knew it, but your brain is never logical when it comes to your emotions and your potential for heartbreak.

                He pulled into his driveway and turned off his truck. Sitting in his truck he let the tears start to roll down his cheeks. Sobs racked his body as he just let out all the sadness that he was feeling over what he had done. He desperately wanted to take out his phone and call Evan and say he was sorry. Say he didn’t mean it. Beg him for forgiveness. But he knew he couldn’t do that. No this was how it had to be.

                After about 10 minutes of the ugliest crying, he had ever done in his life, he composed himself, got out of his truck and head inside his house. It was going to be a long night, and he knew it. This was the best for the both of them.

***

                Tommy took a couple days off work so he could just get all his crying out. His work best friend, Jessica, had come by a couple times during that time to check in on him and see how he was doing. She reported to him that he always looked like shit and that he needed to pull himself together. She really didn’t get it though did she. She had been with her husband for as long as he knew her.

                After the third day, Tommy again pulled himself together and compartmentalize all his emotions like he had grown accustomed to all those many years ago. Looking around his house he found so many things that reminded him of Evan. Some of his clothes that he had left behind after a night over, a toothbrush, some different knickknacks that he bought for Tommy to keep in his apartment to remind him. Sighing, Tommy picked up a box and started to place all of Evan’s items into it. He kept the pictures. And a hoodie. He may have broken up with Evan, but he didn’t want to forget about him completely. He was a big part of his life for the past 6 months. Everything else went into this box.

                He spent the better part of a day trying to decide the best way to get these items back to Evan. He didn’t feel ready to see Evan again so going to the loft to drop them off was probably not in the cards. Maybe Eddie or Chim could get them to him. Though not sure if that was going to be easy either. They were both closer to Evan than they were to him. Wouldn’t hurt to try anyways.

                Tommy took out his phone and shot a quick text message off to Eddie. He didn’t expect anything back right away, but little did he know, “You fucked up bud” was all he got back at first.

“Don’t you think I thought this through,” he responded back.

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t fuck up” Eddie wrote back.

“I have a bunch of Evan’s stuff that he left at my place that needs to get back to him,” Tommy wrote quickly, “And I don’t think either of us wants to see each other right now.”

“I spent the past 3 days with a very drunk Evan pining over you hard,” Eddie replied, “You have no idea how badly this is affecting him.”

“He doesn’t know how this is affecting me either,” Tommy sent back, “Can I leave his stuff with you, and you give it to him?”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Eddie wrote back, “But I think the two of you need to talk this out. Sometime before my liver gives out.”

                Tommy sighed and took the box to his Truck, meaning to head towards Eddie’s house. At least Eddie was still talking to him, which was a good sign. He hadn’t fucked things up with the entire 118 at least. He drove about an hour to get to Eddie’s house. Seeing Evan’s Jeep parked out front, Tommy drove right past the front of Eddie’s house and parked a ways up the street so that he wouldn’t be noticed. God, he needed to mature up, but he really didn’t want to see Evan right now. He had just gotten himself to stop crying and he knew that if he saw him it would start the tears up again.

                Tommy slowly walked up towards Eddie’s house, navigating like some weird stalker up the sidewalk and deposited the box outside the door to Eddie’s house. He snapped a quick picture of the box and Eddie’s door and hurried down the walkway, sending a picture of the box to Eddie with a quick message of “I can’t see him yet. The box is outside your door.”

                Tommy drove back to his place, hyperventilating a little bit over what could have happened. He needed to stay strong. This was the best for the both of them.

***

                It had been a month since he ended things with Evan. Work kept him busy so that was beneficial for him. He could throw himself into work and forget everything. He did tend to avoid using the mouth static because it reminded him of Evan. His captain was probably very appreciative of that.

                Tommy had taken to using Tinder to see if he could get someone to date again. He did miss the companionship that Evan gave. Someone to hold at night. Problem was that he was trying to pick a fish from the sea that was Gay LA. The amount of people that just wanted to have sex with him far outweighed the people looking for a nice date.

                He did find the rare gentlemen not looking for a quick fuck which was nice. Tommy wasn’t ready to dip his toes back into THAT market just yet. Besides if he wanted that he would have been on Grindr, not Tinder. Men were just horndogs no matter where they were.

                Tommy swiped right on a handsome man that he saw and got the “Match” signal, so he started messaging this person. He was 5’6, fit, brown hair, blue eyes, worked as a nurse at one of the local hospitals. Tommy decided to go on a date with this guy. Have a nice dinner and a movie. That was his typical first date. Had it been that before Evan and will continue to be that after. He just needed to figure out a restaurant.

                The night of the date came, and Tommy met this new guy at the restaurant. His name was Bryant, and he was closer to Tommy’s age than Evan had been. He wouldn’t admit it in person, but he felt a little bad when he and Evan were together since there was such a large age gap.

                Bryant had chosen a nice Vietnamese restaurant to meet up at, and Tommy would be picking the movie. They ordered their dishes after sitting and waited. Tommy looked around the room a bit, taking in his surroundings. It was a nice place, he thought, and then a thought he didn’t want to have came up ‘Evan would really like this. He likes to try all kinds of new food.’

                He had to stop himself. He was drifting off into thinking of Evan and that wouldn’t have ended well. Bryant was talking and Tommy hadn’t heard a thing he said in his revelry. God he was the worst person to go on a date with right now. His thoughts constantly running back to Evan like some kind of sick masochist. No, he wouldn’t let that man keep such a vice grip on his heart. This was the best of the both of them.

***

                It had been 6 months since he had broken up with Evan. He had managed to match with about 10 very nice gentlemen in that time, and failed to go on a second date with about 6 of them. Why was he so bad at this? It was never this bad with Evan. Not even remotely. They always got along and always had things to talk about.

                Sitting down at the coffee shop, a handsome Latin man sitting across from him, Tommy sipped at his drink while half listening to the man talking about his life. He was interested, really he was. He just couldn’t make his mind focus. It kept going back to thoughts of Evan.

                The bell above the door rang as someone came in again. They were sitting near to the door, so Tommy had a bird’s eye view of the people walking in. And what he saw made his heart clench in his chest. Walking in through that doorway was Evan. He was there with a very beautiful blonde woman. God, he looked amazing still. Hopefully he didn’t see Tommy.

                Quickly looking away, Tommy hoped against all hope that Evan didn’t notice him. He didn’t want to create a scene or end things badly on this date. His date seemed to notice as he asked what was going on?

                “Ex-boyfriend just walked in,” Tommy replied. His breathing had slightly deepened after Evan walked into the shop, so he suggested that they take their drinks and go for a walk.

                He couldn’t be in the same room with Evan. It was too hard to see him. He did look happy though. Walking out of the coffee shop, his date heading out before him, he glanced back hoping, while also not hoping, to catch a glimpse of Evan again. Looking right at him, his blue eyes trying to hide a sadness that he could match was Evan. God how he missed that man. He turned back around and left the coffee shop, not wanting to feel the pain that his heart was currently feeling. This was the best for the both of them.

***

                It had been three days since Tommy saw Evan at the coffee shop. Things had fizzled out again with the latest in a long line of dates he had gone on. Honestly, it was getting a little depressing for him. But he kept on trying. Maybe one day someone will click with him.

                His phone buzzed and he absently picked it up without looking to see who the message was from and opened it. His heart skipped a beat when he looked at it. It was from Evan and just said one word “Hey”.

                Tommy was freaking out a bit. He hadn’t expected this to happen. He had taken a break and wanted Evan to experience his life now. He would have done the same had he been the first for a gay man. It wasn’t fair to tie someone down into a relationship if they hadn’t fully experienced life to its fullest.

                “Hey,” Tommy replied back, “Saw you at the coffee shop a few days ago. You look good”

                Tommy stared at the screen at the Typing bubble showed up on his phone. It was agonizing waiting to hear back. One minute. Two minutes. Was he writing the next great American novel over there?

                “It was nice to see you as well,” was the reply. Eight words? It took him that long to write eight words? The typing bubble showed up again, “Can we meet up? I have some things I need to talk to you about.”

                Tommy stared at his phone. Could he do this? It had been 6 months. Surely things had settled between them enough that they could have a cordial meet up right? “I could do that. Do you know a place?”

                “Let’s get pizza for old times sake,” Evan replied. Tommy felt his heart beat a little harder in his chest, “You know the place. Did you want me to pick you up or meet you there?”

                Tommy stared at the phone. While he would have loved to go there together, he knew that he couldn’t. Not easily anyways. 6 months they had been apart but every thought in his mind was about Evan. He had never had a relationship with anyone, quite like the one he had with Evan. There was something about it, “I can meet you there. 8 pm? Know a day?”

                “Can we meet tonight?” Tommy’s heart fluttered in his chest. Did he dare accept?

                While his brain was overthinking every situation that could come of this, his heart took control of his hands and he typed back, “That can work. I’ll see you there.”

                “See you there,” was the reply. Tommy put his phone down and let out a breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding. This could go so many ways. Picking up his phone again and looking at the time, Tommy had about 3 hours to get ready. The Pizza place that Buck wanted to go to wasn’t too far from where Tommy lived. Maybe a 30 minute drive. It gave him time to look his best. They may be broken up, but Tommy definitely didn’t want Evan to see him look a mess.

                He went about getting ready and he felt his heart fill with joy a little bit. He also started to have second thoughts on the breakup. Was this the best for the both of them?

***

                Tommy walked up to the entrance to the restaurant at just before 8 pm. He was trying not to hyperventilate about what was about to happen. He stopped at the door and stood for a second, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he walked in.

                He could see Evan sitting at a table off to the right of the entrance. Tommy had a little bit of a chuckle. His brain was not thinking in perfect thoughts right now, but he just loved the idea of him picking a table slightly to the right of centre when the last happy conversation they had was about the Kinsey Scale and how Tommy was a solid 6.

                He walked over and sat in the chair across from Evan, “Hey” he said. It was his general greeting for everyone.

                “Hey,” Evan looked up to him, a light of what looked like happiness hiding in his eyes, “Thank you for coming”

                “I didn’t have anything planned for tonight,” Tommy smiled but his eyes just kept taking in this man sitting in front of him. God he was beautiful, “Your text caught me by surprise though. Can’t say I was expecting it, but it was a nice surprise.”

                “Yeah, well when I saw you at the coffee shop, I knew I had to reach out,” Evan smiled and looked down at his hands, “It just took me 3 days to send that first message. I kept psyching myself out and telling myself not to and that you hated me and that you didn’t want to hear from me”

                “I could never hate you Ev…Buck,” Tommy quickly changed the name he called him. He had been thinking of his as Evan for so long that he had forgotten that friends call him Buck, “I was the one who broke it off with you. If anything, you should be hating me.”

                Tommy saw Evan deflate a bit when he changed the name he called him. But what was he supposed to do? They were broken up. And as much as Tommy wished it, they weren’t going to get back together. Tommy had messed that up already with what he said when they broke up. The best he could hope for is salvage and become friends and just watch from the outside and be supportive while Evan found someone new.

                “I could never hate you either Tommy,” He whispered. He was still looking down. Tommy reached across the table and gently put a couple fingers underneath Evans chin and lifted his head so they could look each other in the eye. Tommy was a little shocked to see the barest hint of what could only be tears in Evans eyes.

                Tommy coughed quickly, “Anyways should we order something? I want to hear all about your life since the last time we saw each other.”

                Tommy picked up his menu and used it to hide his face a bit. The tears and look of sadness on Evan’s face was going to get to him if he didn’t compose himself. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

                They eventually ordered a pizza to share and some drinks, “So the woman I saw you at the coffee shop was very pretty. Did things go well?”

                Evan was a little taken aback by that statement, “You think she’s pretty? I thought you were a 6 on the Kinsey Scale?”

                “Just because I can notice when someone is attractive doesn’t mean that I want to immediately have sex with them,” Tommy chuckled. That broke the downer mood that had been soaking the two of them since the moment he sat down. Evan chuckled as well, “Society has its standards of beauty in men, women, and anyone in between. These are drilled into us from an early age. You ask a straight man who the most attractive man to them is, and I can almost guarantee you that they will give you one of the Chrises or one of the Ryan’s”

                Evan smiled at that, “Chrises and Ryan’s?” This man was clueless sometimes. Tommy smiled at him. This man could find a substack about some 200 year old cowboy but he knew nothing about the Kinsey Scale or the Chrises and Ryans.

                “Well first you have the easy ones, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pratt. They have all been in Marvel movies, so everyone knows about them. Then you toss in Chris Pine, and you have the Chrises. Chris Pine is the odd one out as he hasn’t been in Marvel, and he has what some people call an Odd Attractiveness. The other Chrises are conventionally attractive,” Tommy took a sip of his drink before he continued, “Then you have the Ryan’s. Ryan Reynolds and Ryan Gosling. Both very attractive men in their own rights and both very famous for various different reasons.”

                “I never thought of it that way,” Evan replied, “I always thought that just because you were straight or gay you didn’t really notice the other gender.”

                “Well, you have much to learn my Baby Bi,” Tommy chuckled, “You didn’t answer my question though. How did things go with the blonde at the coffee shop? Don’t think you can change the subject by claiming your naivety in things around the LGBT+ world.”

                Evan smiled and it melted Tommy’s heart, it was good to see him like this, “It went OK. We aren’t planning anything else though. Seeing you at the shop put me in a bit of a mood.”

                “I’m sorry about that,” Tommy replied, “She looked like she was your type. Well, I think. I don’t really know your type when it comes to women.”

                “I don’t really have a type when it comes to anyone really,” Evan explained, “I just find certain people attractive and decide then and there if I want to date them. She was pretty but not what I was looking for I guess.”

                “Well, that sucks,” Tommy replied, “I haven’t had much luck either. Nothing clicks I guess.”

                “Its hard to find something like what we had,” Evan replied. He sounded sad again. Tommy didn’t know how to make him happy again right now, so he just took a bite of his pizza on his plate.

                They ate in silence, Tommy sneaking glances at Evan, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He thinks he got caught at least once and quickly started looking off into the restaurant, trying to hide what he was doing. This was truly one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. He was a fool for letting this go.

                After they finished their pizza, it was time for dessert. Evan ordered a tiramisu, and Tommy ordered his usual Spumoni. What could he say, it was his favorite. And when you know you like something, you always go back to it.

                While Tommy was thinking to himself, he caught sight of a spoon reaching across the table and taking a piece out of his dessert, “Hey!”

                Evan smiled as he placed the frozen dessert into his mouth. Tommy smiled a little. Picking up his spoon, Tommy reached across and took a scoop of Evans dessert. He got an indignant little squeak from Evan over that as he raised it to his mouth, “All’s fair in love and war Evan.”

                Tommy watched as Evan’s smile grew wider as he heard his name spoken out loud. Tommy didn’t realize that it was going to happen. He smiled a bit before taking the bite of Buck’s dessert.

                They back and forth stole each other’s desserts until there was nothing left on the plate, and they were giggling like two school boys who had seen something naughty, “I miss this,” Evan said with a sigh, “I miss you.”

                Tommy stopped giggling and looked directly at Evan. Had he heard what he thought he heard?

                “I miss seeing you come home after work, covered in soot. I miss standing in the kitchen cooking us dinner, you coming up behind me just to hold me. I miss waking up in your arms,” Evan continued, “I miss us.”

                “Evan,” Tommy tried to get him to stop. This was hurting him too much, but Evan lifted up a hand.

                “Let me finish,” Evan continued to talk, “We came here to talk about life so let me finish and then you can have your say,” He put his hand down and took a breath, “Over the past 6 months I admit that I did try dating new people. Men, women, I think I went out with a non-binary person once as well. And each and every one of those ended the same. Me alone in my loft. They always ended up the same because of one thing. They weren’t you. None of them were you. It took me a while to fully understand what happened between us.

                Tommy stared at Evan as he spoke. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he tried to stop them, but they just started to fall down his cheeks. He hadn’t wanted this. He just wanted to talk to Evan again. To be a part of his life again.

                “I realize now that I wanted the future with the idea I had of you. I wanted the idea I had of you move in with me in my Loft, which lets face it, was a ridiculous thing to say at the time,” Tommy noticed that Evan was essentially talking to his hands as they wrung a napkin in his hands, “And it took me talking to Maddie, Eddie, Josh, and basically everyone in the 118 to realize what I did to you. And to understand why you did what you did. You were scared. You were scared of being hurt and I understand that now. You didn’t want to be hurt so you hurt yourself and me in the process.”

                The tears were steadily going down Tommy’s cheeks at this point. He wasn’t a super emotional person. He worked in a life or death job. He saw people die all the time. He could compartmentalize everything. But right now, he was failing at that.

                “I tried to hate you at the start of it,” Evan still hadn’t looked up. Why wouldn’t he look at Tommy, “I tried really hard. But I couldn’t. You had just broken my heart, and I couldn’t hate you. It wasn’t until a month in when I was visiting Maddie at work, and the wise gay sage that is Josh was there and he gave me some words of wisdom, ‘You jumped ahead too far. You are currently seeing a future with who you think Tommy is. Not who Tommy actually is. And until you figure out which one you want to have a future with, you need to sit back and think about what it is you truly want. Do you want the idea of Tommy that you have? This unattainable statuesque Greek God of a man. Or do you want Tommy, the man who was engaged to a woman for 2 years, who had to survive the military at the height of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Tommy who is scarred beyond what you can see. And when you decide which, it is that you want, well the universe will bring you what you need.’ And then he just made a dramatic exit from the room.”

                Tommy chuckled a little while the tears kept flowing. He kept looking towards Evan, “Now I know that it was you who broke things off with me, in a not very classy fashion by the way,” Evan finally looked up from the napkin he had basically shredded into tiny pieces during his speech, “But I wanted to see if maybe, you wanted to try again? Try being together? It took me awhile to realize that I wanted the Tommy with all the scars that I never got a chance to learn about. The visible and invisible ones. You don’t need to answer right away. I can give you time to think about it. But I know that it is you that I want. You that I need in my life. You that I see a future with.”

                Tommy stood up, his eyes blurry at this point, walked around the table towards Evan, leaned down, placed his hand gently on Evan’s chin, and kissed him with as much love and passion as he could muster. He didn’t want this to stop. He couldn’t let this stop. Of course he wanted Evan back.

                The kiss ended and they were both breathless. The noise of the restaurant hadn’t died down so hopefully nobody was staring at their very obvious display, “Should I take that as a yes?” Evan was breathless and Tommy was as well. He nodded his head vigorously.

                Evan’s smile became the widest that Tommy had ever seen. He didn’t know how to take that. Evan grabbed him and pulled him in close, nuzzling his head into the crook of Tommy’s neck, “We should probably pay the bill and go I guess,” Tommy said eventually, enjoying holding Evan again. It had been too long, and he missed the gentle breathing.

                Tommy reluctantly let Evan go so they could pay their bill and head out, “House or Loft?” Evan asked as they walked out the door.

                “Huh?” Tommy was confused.

                “House or loft? If you think I’m going to spend tonight alone, you have another thing coming. So will we spend the night at the house or loft?” Evan explained.

                Tommy smiled, realizing that this was all his again. This perfect man, with his substacks, his belief in curses and his random spirals into insanity. This was all his again. Walking towards his truck, Tommy smiled and said, “House,” before getting in, “Though we’ll need to stop by your loft to grab some items for you for the morning after.”

                Tommy watched as Evan smiled. That smile always made him melt. Before he had met Evan, he was reserved. He had slowly started to come out of his shell a bit. To be more of the man that Evan had seen he could be. He still had worked to do before he was that person. But with Evan by his side, maybe he could be that person. Maybe the idea of Tommy that Evan had in the past could be the Tommy he gets in the future. Only time would tell at least.

Sitting on the drivers side of his truck, Evan on the passengers side, Tommy shifted his truck into gear and backed out of his parking stall. He felt a hand over top of his on the gear shift and smiled. This. This was what was best for the both of them.

***

And that's the end of that. Thank you all for reading. I wrote this because S8xE06 really irked me so I wanted to fix it somehow. Let me know what you think.

[hihelloheyhowdy]

Nagi x Itoshi!Reader drabble

you have been dating Nagi for awhile now, but your brothers only seem to notice when you wear Nagi's Manshine jersey

You first saw Nagi at the U-20 game, and you couldn't help how your eyes were glued to him practically the whole game. Although you were trying to pay attention to your brothers, it didn't seem to work as they would naturally drift back to him. Then by some miracle when you were going to go find Rin after the game, you happened to bump into the tall, white-haired player. From there sparks flew. (He happened to be wearing a shirt of an anime you recognized- the conversation came naturally). You ended up completely forgetting about Rin (yes how awful of you), and ended up somehow getting Nagi's number.

From there the relationship took off, you officially started dating after the players got a break from the Blue Lock Neo Egoist League. You were pretty smitten for Nagi, and it didn't take long for the relationship to get more serious. Fast forward a few more months, and the two of you have been dating for six months now. This brings to your current predicament of Sae and Rin standing in front of you glaring daggers into your soul. It's not like you tried to hide your relationship with Nagi. In fact it would've been very easy to notice if they weren't always so caught up in their petty rivalry. You had worn Nagi's clothing around the house, you'd been on face time with him in the living room, you had talked about Nagi to your mother at dinner right next to them, you had said the phase 'my boyfriend' multiple times, and so really it wasn't your fault they never realized.

"Why are you wearing a Manshine city jersey?" Sae questioned you first he gave you an accusing look, what was he accusing you of you weren't even sure.

"Because it's Nagi's jersey." You answered as if it was obvious, because it should've been.

"Why are you wearing Nagi's Jersey?" Rin was the next to question, because what did you want with the jersey of that tall lukewarm loser.

"Because he's my boyfriend. You guys should know this." The room was filled with silence, until Rin spoke up again.

"When did you even start dating that lukewarm no body?"

"Six months ago. What is wrong-"

"You've been dating someone for six months, and didn't tell us?" Sae immediately cut you off

"No, I did tell you, multiple times in fact. You two have both been too busy in a petty feud to notice."

You got up, and walked away shaking your head as both your brothers protested your words. What was it Nagi always said, 'tis such a pain.

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pt.2 to this post (i'm still figuring out how to use tumblr pls give me tips)

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Mermaid!OC

Summary: When he storms out of his home one evening after yet another fight with his father, Robert Fischer makes a discovery amongst the waves that may just offer him an escape from the unhappiness of his current life.

Word Count: 5,132

Notes: I wrote this awhile ago, and only just realized that I never posted it. So here you go. This was just a fun little AU idea I had. Warnings for references to past child abuse.

Robert burst outside, the back door slamming shut with a clang behind him, abruptly cutting off his father’s voice still shouting after him. But Robert kept on walking, and there was no sound of the door opening for his father to try to follow him, that in itself causing a sharp sigh of relief to whistle from his lungs. 

He stormed around the pool that took up a good share of his backyard, then down a small hill, the springy grass giving way to soft sand. His expensive, shiny black shoes sank in with each step, little granules finding their way into his socks to rub irritatingly between his toes.

He walked all the way down to the end of the pier that stretched out into the deep blue water, hands shoving deep into his pockets while he sighed. Staring out at the sun, slinking low in the sky to just kiss the horizon of the ocean that stretched out every which way around him, he sighed, lowering himself to sit down on the edge of the pier. With unsteady hands, he undid his shoe laces and pulled off his socks, balling them up and stuffing them into one of his discarded shoes for safekeeping. Then he rolled up his pants’ legs, and let his legs dangle until his feet submerged in the chilly water.

Closing his eyes, Robert drew in a harsh breath of air, tasting of saltwater and smelling of seaweed. The tears that had been pricking at the corner of his eyes finally started to overflow, rolling down his cheeks.

He always cried when he got upset. It was a reflex reaction that he couldn’t control. And his father had never once passed up the opportunity to make him feel ashamed for it. Even when he was little, and scraped his knee or bumped his elbow and came to his father crying in pain, Maurice Fischer would simply sneer, and call him every demeaning name in the book. 

Wiping at his eyes furiously, Robert pressed his trembling lips together. The wind, chilled from the sun’s descent but still smelling of the ocean, seemed to kiss at his cheeks. As if it could wipe the tears away for him. 

The ocean had always been his greatest source of comfort. Of freedom. They used to have a yacht that his mother would take him out on. And then she died, and despite Robert’s pleas, his father sold the boat. Looking back on it now, he realized that every time his mother had taken him out on it for an extended period of time, it was following an incident where his father had upset one of them. 

Perhaps the ocean had been her refuge as well. 

There was a harsh splash, near the jagged, obsidian colored rocks to his left. They were great for looking at tidepools when the water had retreated, but treacherous on the feet. When he was little, he’d managed to cut his foot open by trying to walk on them barefoot, and Uncle Peter had to carry him, crying and bleeding, back to the house.

Another splash sounded, but Robert paid it no mind. It was probably just a fish or something. But then it happened again. And again, this time followed by a straining noise. Frowning, he swiped the remainder of his tears away and stood, picking up his shoes and yanking them back on, not caring that his feet were drenched in saltwater that would likely ruin the interiors. Picking his way back up the pier and along the beach, he made his way to the rocks, half having to crawl to maneuver some of them. It had been so much easier when he was a small child, he mused to himself. 

He pulled himself over the ridge of black rocks, and stopped dead. 

She was laying half beached on the rocks, tangled up in a brown fishing net, rolling from side to side, jerking, trying to break free from the twine prison. 

At first he thought she was a woman. But women didn’t have huge, blue scaled tails where their legs should have been. Or webbed fins sprouting from their backs. Or gills in their throats. Or webbed fingers. 

For a moment, he was pretty sure that his brain completely broke. Because he knew exactly what was lying in front of him, and yet it was not possible. It couldn’t be. 

Because mermaids weren’t real. 

Robert rubbed a hand along his forehead, frowning, trying to make sense of what was in front of him. Had this latest fight with his father finally been the one to cause his mind to irretrievably snap?

The mermaid twisted so that she was facing him, and their eyes locked.

She was beautiful, with round, dark brown eyes and equally dark, long hair that fell to her waist, sticking wetly to her back and forehead. Light freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. He could see the strong muscles in her arms and stomach flexing as she struggled against the net, and with a burst of color blooming across his cheeks, he realized that, very un-Disney-like of her, she was not wearing any sort of top layer in the slightest, her small breasts barred and on full display. 

Her tail looked heavy, thick as two legs bound together, dark blue scales shimmering in the fading light of the setting sun. In the back of his mind, Robert wondered if the blue coloring helped with camouflaging her while in the water. 

He didn’t know how long he stood there, gawking at her with his mouth half open. It couldn’t have been but a few minutes, though it felt like much more than that. 

The spell was promptly broken when she started hissing at him. 

Her teeth bared to show canines longer than any human’s should be, the tendons standing out in her neck, eyes narrowed to slits. Her back curved, as if trying to back herself look bigger than she actually was. Robert flinched back instinctively, hands held up to try to show that he meant no harm. 

“It’s okay.” He had no idea if she could understand him, but it felt like he needed to say something. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She just hissed again, thrashing against the rocks. The aggressive noise in her throat quickly gave way to a yelp of pain, and he could see where the net had started to dig into one of the fins at the bottom of her tail, drawn tight enough to cut into the flesh, blood pouring from the wound. 

“Let me help,” he immediately took a step forward. The mermaid hissed at him again, but her attention was quickly once again overtaken by the net biting into her tail. She was clearly distressed, and Robert wondered what it would mean for her if the net severed that part of her tail. Would she no longer be able to swim? Would she drown? 

“Here,” he approached her slowly, fully ready to jerk backwards if she tried to swipe at or bite him. He was so close that he could see the droplets of water beading on her skin. 

A ferocious snarl left her chest when she realized how close he had gotten, and he instinctively shrank back. The mermaid wriggled against the rocks, trying to get away from him, her big eyes bulging with terror. Robert could make out red scratches against her skin where the net and the rocks had scraped it. 

“Shh,” he spoke to her like he would a frightened animal, creeping closer until he could hook his fingers into the net. “I’m gonna help you, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She finally seemed to quiet, though she was still wriggling a little against the net. Carefully, Robert followed the lines of it, pulling experimentally, starting to loosen the tight material. 

Fucking fisherman, he thought irritably to himself while he worked. The poor thing could have died. 

Despite all the hissing and snarling when he’d been approaching her, the mermaid was surprisingly helpful as he worked to untangle her, moving her body as much as she could to assist him in getting the net off of her. His breath caught in his throat as his hands ghosted along her strong tail. The blue scales were smooth, almost soft, but he could feel the absolute power of the muscles encased within. There was no doubt in his mind that if she had wanted to, she could have knocked him on his ass with one swipe of it. 

He worked particularly carefully around her injured fin. On closer examination, it didn’t look like the net had managed to fully sever it, but it was definitely injured. Worry coursed through his veins as he gingerly worked the net loose around it. The mermaid whined a little. 

“I’m sorry,” he stroked her tail without even really thinking about it, just trying to soothe her, and she settled. “Almost there.”

With a final light tug, he pulled the net away, and the mermaid was free. 

She immediately rolled, not seeming to care about potentially scraping herself on the jagged rocks around them, and flung herself into the deep blue water with a splash. Her tail breached briefly out of the water as she dived, and then she was gone.

Leaving Robert standing there, half soaked, wind pulling at his hair and clothes, with the net he’d just freed her from dangling from one hand. He stared at the space in the water where she’d disappeared, a seed of disappointment blooming in his chest. 

With a sigh, he started to pick his way back over the rocks and to his house. 

∗ ∗ ∗

The next day he went back out onto the pier, a martini in his hand while he sat with his legs dangling in the water. He sipped at his drink while watching the sunset, eyes scanning the surface of the water for any distinctive fins or tails breaching the surface. 

The mermaid had been on his mind the entirety of the day. It had been hard to focus at all on work. He kept wondering if she was alright. If he’d ever seen her again. 

Bright orange, yellow, and pink beams cast out across the sky as the sun sank lower beneath the waves. He ought to go back inside soon. His glass was almost empty.

Just as he was moving to stand, he spotted something in the water, near the rocks where he’d seen the mermaid the day before. The top of a dark head of hair and two big brown eyes peering up out of the water at him. 

The second that their gazes met, her eyes widened and she dropped back down under the water, out of sight. But it was enough for Robert, a smile playing at his lips, a spark of joy sizzling in his heart.

“Hi there,” he called out, but to no reply. Not that he had really been expecting one. Casting one last longing look at the waves, he went back inside. 

∗ ∗ ∗

On the second evening after his first encounter with the mermaid, he once again went out to the pier, hope renewed at maybe getting a glimpse of her. He sat for a long time with his legs dangling in the water, hands folded in his lap, just watching the steady rise and swell of the waves. Disappointment once more grew in his chest with every passing minute. He was just about to give up and go back inside when he spotted a ripple in the water, steadily moving in a line towards him. 

The mermaid’s head broke from the water when she was a few feet from him, the top of her head and her eyes popping up first. The ripple he’d seen was made by the webbed fin at her back just brushing the top of the water. 

She came to a stop right in front of him, bobbing in the water, eyes darting around, clearly unsure. Robert’s lips were partially parted, eyes wide. Despite spending the past two days thinking about her, he had neglected to really think about what he’d actually do or say if she came to him again. It had seemed like too fanciful of a thought to even consider. 

The mermaid seemed almost as surprised as he was, full bottom lip caught between her teeth, looking like she was trying hard to muster up the courage for something. 

In a sudden burst of movement, she pushed herself up higher out of the water, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands where it was still settled in his lap. For one terrifying moment, Robert thought she was going to yank him into the water with her. 

She instead pressed a large, white, orange, and pink conch shell into his hands, and then turned around and disappeared back under the water again. 

Robert stared down at the huge seashell, cradling it gingerly in his lap. It was pristine, not broken off in any areas, the surface barely even scratched. He rubbed his thumb up and down along one of its smooth edges, a grin pulling at his lips. Looking up at the waves, he was unable to see her, but he was sure that she was watching. 

“You’re welcome,” he said to the waves.

∗ ∗ ∗

The next time that he went to the pier, he was crying. 

Sitting down with his legs pulled up to his chest like he would as a child, arms hugging them. He was sure that his face was red and blotchy, eyes red and the skin under them swollen.

It was going to rain that evening. He could see the storm clouds building in the distance. 

It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. It had happened over ten years ago–he had only been eleven at the time–but the grief still stung just as potently as it had then.

His mother had been his best friend. Hell, he often thought that she may very well have been his only friend. The only real one he’d had his entire life. 

His father and Uncle Peter had come by for dinner. He was sure that it was Uncle Peter’s idea and that he had meant well, not wanting Robert to be alone during what was easily always the worst day of the year for him. But he could not understand that having his father anywhere near him now was the last thing that Robert wanted.

So lost in crying his heart out into his knees, he didn’t hear the subtle sound of something rising up out of the water, not until a gentle hand touched his cheek. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his head was pulled up and forward, and he promptly met the mermaid’s big, worried eyes. Her brows furrowed at the sight of his tears, thumb moving to stroke them away, head cocking curiously.  

Robert didn’t say anything; not until she’d tenderly brushed away the remainder of the proof of his grief from his face. Her touch was as light and careful as that of a lover’s, wide eyes shimmering with genuine concern.

“Can you understand me?” he finally croaked out. He still had no idea if she spoke English–or any human language for that matter.

She hesitated, then nodded.  

“My name is Robert,” he said. “What’s yours?”

She opened her mouth, and he braced himself for the first sound of her voice.

“Robert!” Uncle Peter’s voice boomed out across the backyard from the door. 

In a flash, the mermaid had disappeared back under the water, leaving Robert with nothing but the memory of her soft, small hands on his face. 

“Robert! What are you doing!? It’s about to start raining. Come back inside,” Uncle Peter continued to holler, and he let out a soft breath of relief that he hadn’t seen the mermaid. 

“I’ll be there in a minute!” he shouted over his shoulder, looking mournfully out over the water before standing and shuffling back towards his uncle. 

Later, after his father and Uncle Peter had finally gone home once the rain died down, he went back out to the pier, despite it being mostly dark out. 

And there, spread on the wooden planks of the dock, spelled out in the form of dozens of tiny little seashells arranged into letters, was one word:

ALICE.

∗ ∗ ∗

He returned to the pier, as always, the next evening, but this time, he wore his swim trunks.

She was waiting for him, arms crossed over the pier and her head resting on them. He could just see the outline of her tail under the water, swishing lazily back and forth.

She looked so beautiful that it momentarily took his breath away. 

Head raising when he approached, Alice pulled back from the pier, head still remaining above the water as she floated backwards. Robert kicked off his sandals and sat down, moving to pull his shirt over his head. He caught her watching him, head cocking in that curious way again, her eyes glued to his chest. When she noticed that he’d caught her staring, her cheeks flared pink, dipping down until the water came all the way up to nearly her eyes to try to hide it. He bit his cheek to hide a cocky grin. 

“If I get in, you aren’t gonna try to eat me, are you?” he asked, hesitating before he jumped off the pier to join her in the water. 

Alice giggled, a soft, musical sound that made his heart skip a beat. Her head raised back up out of the water, shaking back and forth. He pushed off the pier, hitting the water with a small splash. Alice glided smoothly towards him, so close that their chests nearly brushed. He could count each dark eyelash surrounding her eyes. Being so close to her had his throat momentarily going dry.

“Can you talk?” he asked finally. It had seemed like she was about to before Uncle Peter interrupted them last night, but he still wasn’t entirely sure. 

“Yes.” 

His eyes nearly slipped closed at the sound of her voice, soft and sweet. As musical as her laugh had been. He wanted to save the memory of just that one word coming from her lips for forever. 

Alice cocked her head again. “Why were you crying yesterday?” Her voice was quiet, and had he not been right in front of her, he may not have been able to hear her. 

“It…” he paused, wetting his hips. “It was the anniversary of the day my mother died.”

“I’m sorry. Did she die recently?”

“No,” he suddenly felt rather foolish. “We were…we were close.”

She nodded. “My people mourn for life too.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. My pod leader’s mate died a while ago. We all still miss her very much.”

“Pod?”

“A group of merpeople like me. We’re like a…what do you humans call it? A family. We live together. Hunt together. Travel together.”

“Where’s the rest of your pod?”

“This time of year, we always swim up north. We meet up with some other pods. Trade goods. I couldn’t make that long of a swim right now. Not until my finn is fully healed,” she pointed to her tail. So the net had hurt her more significantly than he’d thought. 

“They left you here?”

“I told them to go. They’ll be back. By then I’ll be healed enough to swim in the rougher waters.”

A lump formed in his throat. “So, when they come back…you’ll leave with them?”

She looked at him, a sadness entering her eyes. “Yes.”

“Oh.” The disappointment and loneliness that suddenly washed over him was nearly crushing. But what could he do? It wasn’t like he could just ask her to stay, separated from her family forever so that he didn’t have to feel lonely. 

Alice moved a little closer to him, reaching out to brush a few locks of hair out of his face. He fought back the urge to lean into the touch of her hand. 

“When will you leave?”

“They’ll be back in a week or so.” 

That’s so soon, he silently mourned. Alice studied his face, and he focused all his effort on not letting her see how heartbroken the revelation had left him. 

“Thank you for saving me from the net,” Alice said.

“Oh, that was…” he looked down, clearing his throat. “That was no problem.”

He felt the fins of her tail brush against his leg and sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes danced. He wondered if she’d done it on purpose. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly, head bobbing in the water, he hoped that she wasn’t fully aware of just how strong of an effect she was having on him. She could probably have dragged him down into the depths with her, and he would have let her with zero complaint. 

“Why did you keep coming here?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“The rocks help shield this part of the beach from the rougher currents while I heal.” She pointed. Those dark eyes glimmered again, looking him up and down. “And you interest me.”

“Do you…often find humans interesting?”

Her lips pressed together, a small smile pulling at them. “Not usually.”

He allowed himself to feel a small pulse of pride at that. 

∗ ∗ ∗

The next few days, he spent every free moment that he had in the ocean, swimming at Alice’s side. She had giggled when she first saw his snorkel gear, taking his hand in hers to pull him along with her. Even wearing fins on his feet, her tail was significantly more powerful when it came to moving through the water.

“I want to show you something,” she had said on the second to last night before her pod was due to return, taking his hand as soon as he had his goggles situated over his eyes. She pulled him along until they came to a wall of rock. “We have to dive here,” she explained, letting him come up for air. Robert frowned. 

“I can’t hold my breath for very long, Allie.”

Alice smiled kindly. “Don’t worry, I won’t drown you. Just hold onto me and I’ll pull you along.” She swam closer to him and grabbed his arms, looping them around her back, then wrapped her own around his waist. “Like this.”

Robert swore that his heart stopped for a moment. “O-okay.”

She grinned at him in a way that suggested to him that she very much knew the effect that she was having on him. “Deep breath, now.”

He sucked in a huge gulp of air, and she plunged them both down into the water. As they dove down, down, down, he pressed himself in closer to her and felt her give him a reassuring squeeze in response. He could feel the strong beats of her tail knocking against his legs, her bare breasts pressing into his chest. She guided them through a forest of kelp, and then under a wall of rock, where it gave way to hollowness, and then they were ascending, his ears popping a little with the sudden change in pressure, lungs just starting to burn when his head finally broke the surface and he drew in great gasps of air. 

“Alright?” Alice asked, guiding him over to a ledge he could cling to as he caught his breath. He nodded, looking around as his lungs filled themselves. 

“Whoa.”

She had brought them into a little cave, half filled with water, the blue of the water reflecting off the dark walls, giving the entire area a mystical blue glow.

Pushing with his arms, he hefted himself up to sit on the ledge he’d just been clinging to, looking around. Alice hopped up alongside him, huffing a little when she pulled her heavy tail half out of the water so she could sit next to him. 

“This is so pretty, Al,” he said, still looking around. 

“I thought you would like it.”

He spotted a seashell washed ashore in the space next to him. Carefully, he picked it up, examining the swirling patterns and little ridges. 

“Robert?”

“I don’t want you to go.” The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. She reached out to touch his hands, and when he forced himself to shamefully meet her eyes, it was to find them filled with tears. 

“I have to,” she said softly, and leaned in to touch her forehead to his. “But I don’t want to leave you behind.”

A stutter went through his lungs, and he realized that he was dangerously close to crying. 

“I could still come and visit. When my pod is in the area.”

“When will that be?”

“I…I don’t know, exactly. We move around a lot. We’re nomadic.”

“I know,” he remembered her telling him. He remembered everything that she said to him. She touched his cheek tenderly. “It’s okay,” he told her, even though it really wasn’t. But he wasn’t about to ask her to give up her family just so he could see her whenever we wanted.

It really would be just his luck that he finally managed to make a genuine friend, and she turned out to be a mythical creature whose entire existence was spent traveling from place to place. 

“Robert?”

“Mm?”

“You…you really don’t seem happy with your life.” There was something in her voice. Like she was feeling things out. Weighing a suggestion in her mind.

He opened his mouth, intending to give the usual excuses and half truths, then closed it again. “I hate every bit of it.” There was a weight that seemed to lift from his shoulders at finally admitting it, a lightness growing in his chest. He could feel Alice watching him. 

“We should get back before it gets dark,” was all she eventually said, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

∗ ∗ ∗

On the last night before Alice was due to return to her pod, he barely could bring himself to go down to the pier. As if the lack of his presence would somehow delay her departure. 

He didn’t know how he was going to bear even looking at the ocean once she was gone. Already it felt like a hole was opening up inside his heart. Never to be filled again. 

She was waiting for him as she had been every day since they’d told each other their names. 

“Hello.”

“Hi,” he sat down on the end of the wooden dock, looking down at her, trying to memorize her face. “So I guess that this is it, isn’t it?”

A strange look crossed her features, lips parting, then pressing together. He could see her weighing something in her mind again. “Maybe…maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

A spark of hope flickered in his chest, but he didn’t dare let it ignite. Not yet. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a way that I can take you with me.” She swam a little closer to the edge of the pier. “But it’s permanent. You’d have to leave everything and everyone behind. Forever. You can never go back.”

He stared at her, the spark in his chest catching flame and beginning to burn brightly. Go back to what? A father that hated him? A company he despised? A life that he hated? Friends who had only ever gotten close to him for his money and status?

“Yes.” The word fell from his lips easily. “Whatever it is, yes. Just take me with you.”

She smiled, entire face blooming brightly with it, eyes shimmering happily. She rose up a little higher out of the water, and he leaned forward so that their faces were closer.

“You’re sure that there’s no one you need to say goodbye to? Nothing left that you need to do?”

He thought of his father, who would more than likely be relieved at his disappearance. Even Uncle Peter, who at least did a better job than his father ever had when it came to pretending to care about him, would probably be pleased at him vanishing. Without Robert around, it was likely that everything Maurice Fischer owned would pass to Uncle Peter upon his death. 

“I’m sure.”

She rested her hands on his knees, her face so close to his that their foreheads nearly touched. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. He did as she said without question, and then she rose up out of the water, and kissed him. 

At the same second that their lips touched, she grabbed tightly onto his shoulders, and dragged him down into the water with her, plunging them under the waves. Robert grabbed onto her strong back, closing his eyes, and thought that even if she did drown and devour him down there in the dark depths of the ocean, that would be alright. At least he’d die happy.

Sharp tingling erupted all across his skin. His legs were paralyzed. The sides of his neck were burning, like the skin was splitting apart in places. But none of that mattered when Alice’s lips were gently parting his, the kiss deepening.

When she parted from him, hands still resting on his shoulders, her long dark hair floating around her like halo, he drew in a rattling breath, staring up at her dreamily.��

It took him a moment to realize that they were still underwater, and yet he could breathe. 

Alice’s face split into a grin, brushing a thumb across his lips, eyes looking him up and down approvingly. “It suits you.”

“What–” she kissed him again before he could finish the question. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. When they parted, she rested her forehead on his while he finally looked down at himself, jaw dropping open when he was greeted not with his two legs, but a tail, light blue scales shimmering against the light. Webbing had sprouted between his fingers, and when he reached one hand up to feel at his throat, it was to find that three slits of gills had opened up on either side. 

“Come on,” Alice said, still grinning. “I want to introduce you to the others.”  

He dove forward to kiss her again, and she giggled against his mouth, cupping the sides of his face. Her tail coiled around his, the movement seeming deeply intimate, causing a groan to rumble from his throat. 

“Thank you,” he told her sincerely, cradling both sides of her face. Alice smiled, taking his hand, beginning to pull him along towards the deep, wide ocean.

“Shall we go?”

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[hyperfixationsporfavor]

A Quarter-life Crisis

Synopsis: Higuruma takes some time to think with the aide of his ex-wife.

Author's note: Hey guys! I shared a bit of this fic awhile ago so here is the completed version. Feedback is always welcomed. Enjoy!

Warnings: brief reference to suicidal imagery, mental health struggles, divorce

Original Post

Hiromi had never thought of himself as a defender of justice, moreso a man with the inability to leave things alone, the need to pursue the truth. 

This persistence had finally managed to work against him

When the judge announced a guilty verdict for his client, he made eye contact with Hiromi, giving him the withering stare of betrayal. It burrowed into his gut, stabbing him and taking him out of himself for a moment. All of a sudden everything faded into the background as his body took control, a swelling feeling pounding in his chest. He got up from his seat and stalked over to the bench. With a shaky hand he grasped the gavel and lifted it over his head.

Bang. 

Then he lifted it again.

BANG.

Then again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Everyone stared in startled confusion, unsure of what he was doing. 

Shimizu, his associate, rushed over to where he stood with a worried look on her face.

“Mr. Higuruma?” she asked.

But he wasn’t there. He was long gone.

“Everyone come back. We’re having a retrial.”

The older judge furrowed his brow in annoyance. 

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“You're a joke,” he retorted.

The judge’s face turned red in anger.

“Mr. Higuruma. If you don’t collect yourself I’ll hold you in contempt.”

Hiromi gripped the gavel in his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. 

Without a warning he hurled the gavel at the window, shattering it in one fell swoop.

~

“Listen Higuruma, it’s nothing personal. We just need you to take a few days so we can clear the air.”

“I want a return date,” he insisted.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that. Get your things. Go home. Rest. We’ll be in touch.”

~

Hiromi was on vacation. 

At least, that was his office's official statement. 

In actuality, he was waiting to see if he still had a job after his small incident in court. 

Small being the understatement of the century. 

Hiromi had been wallowing, mostly sleeping. The only light in his small apartment was from the television, replaying the same three movies over and over again. 

His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he reached out to grab it, squinting to read the name. 

(Name).

~

He arrived at your apartment at around eight. 

When you opened the door a sense of relief washed over him, something he hadn’t felt since his ‘break’ started.

“Hey stranger,” you warmly greeted. 

He couldn’t help but smile. “Hey.”

~

“I knew the second we got divorced your life would take a nosedive,” you prodded.

“And I knew your life would get infinitely better,” Higuruma retorted. 

You led him to the couch and made your way over to the liquor cabinet to fix him something. 

“Whiskey?” you asked.

“Please.”

You poured some for him and yourself, pressing the glass into his hand and joining him.

He took a moment to observe your apartment. Spacious and decorated with luxurious furniture. It made his place look like a broom closet. 

“So should we drink until we forget why you're here or would you rather talk?” you asked.

Hiromi looked down at his whiskey glass. “It’s been about two weeks since I’ve actually spoken to another human being so I’m not sure how great of a conversationalist I’d be.”

You set your whiskey glass down on the coffee table and crossed your arms, wrinkling your silk pajamas and matching robe. 

“We really don’t need to talk Hiromi, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

How did you see him? How did everyone else see him? Some nutcase that had thrown his career away, holed up in his apartment, sprawled out in a bathtub with his wrists slit, still in the suit?

God how morbid. 

But the situation he found himself in had caused his mind to go to some dark places.

“I appreciate it (Name). Really. How did you find out?”

“Everyone’s talking about it.”

Of course. 

The legal world was abuzz with the news of an exemplary public defender who took a stand in the courtroom. At least, that’s what one of the headlines read. 

“Of course. That was a stupid question.”

“I couldn’t believe it. What on earth possessed you?”

Hiromi knocked back his whiskey and set the empty glass on the table next to yours. 

“I honestly have no idea. It was like…losing control of myself for a second.”

“Any word from the court yet?”

He shook his head. “It’s been almost two weeks. I just wish they’d get it over with already.”

“You really think they’ll take away your license?”

“Well I insulted a judge, damaged federal property, do you have any vodka?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I should have just accepted it and moved on.

You smirked. “You know you’ve never been able to move on from an unsolved problem.”

“I got a divorce didn’t I?”

You chuckled. “Well you could always do improv comedy.”

Your phone buzzed and you retrieved it to see who it was. 

“It’s the office. Do you mind?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Go ahead.”

“Hey Kento.”

You got up and headed into the kitchen to continue the conversation. 

While you chatted, Hiromi's attention was caught by an old photo of you on the mantle over the fireplace. He recognized it instantly, having taken the picture himself. It was from your second date where the two of you had gone to the beach. He remembered chasing you into the surf, nearly stepping on a washed up jellyfish. The photo was of you looking back at him, a smile frozen on your face.

 All of a sudden he felt a little uncomfortable being here. The two of you had a past, you had been married, then divorced. Was it even possible for you to be friends after that?

You interrupted his train of thought, reentering the room.

“Sorry about that. We're negotiating this contract and the client’s convinced that if we're not working around the clock the deal will fall through.”

He stood up. 

“Then maybe I should go.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be silly.”

“No (Name). I mean…I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What isn’t appropriate?”

“This. Us. Shit. This isn’t weird for you? Us hanging out.”

“No,” you simply answered. “Is it weird for you?”

No. It had been as easy as reciting the alphabet. But it scared him, and he didn’t want to drag you back into his increasingly fucked up world. Not when you were doing so well. 

“No,” he uncertainly answered. “It’s normal.”

“And being normal with me is a readjustment?” you concluded.

He sighed in defeat. 

You took a step towards him. “Hiromi. I understand that our relationship is different from what it used to be. But I’m always here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

“But you don’t have to be, is what I’m trying to say.”

“I want to be,” you assured him.

And just like that he was readjusted. 

~

After Hiromi had calmed down you ordered Chinese takeout and put on The Graduate.

“I thought you said this movie is pretentious.”

“It is but it’s easy to enjoy when you're not watching it with a pretentious person,” you retorted. 

“Just for that I’m taking the last soup dumpling.”

~

The movie wrapped up with Benjamin and Elaine running away together. Joyously laughing as the bus drove off, only to slowly realize the massive mistake they had made. 

As Simon and Garfunkel played them off Hiromi asked a question. 

“Why didn’t it work out?”

“They were young and stupid,” you concluded.

“No, us,” he clarified.

You stabbed the fried rice with your chopstick. “For the exact same reason. We were still in school, convinced we’d make a difference, too naive to think out the long term.”

“And this is it?” he asked.

You sighed. “I’m afraid so.”

You set the takeout box on the coffee table next to your empty scotch glasses and faced your ex husband. 

“Do you think if we had met later in life, things would be different?”

“I’m not sure,” he truthfully answered. “We always wanted different things so maybe not.”

He cleared his throat, not sure if he should continue. “But even if it didn’t work out. I still don’t regret being with you.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Neither do I.”

He leaned back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. “(Name). I have no idea what I’m going to do. Even if they let me keep practicing I can’t keep going like this.”

It was draining him. At this rate he wouldn’t even make it to forty.

“Maybe, a change of environment?” you suggested.

He lifted his head to look at you. “My firm has a pretty big dedication to pro bono work. You could still do what you're doing on the side with more funds and a lighter workload.”

Working in private corporate law? It was almost impossible to imagine himself with a secretary and expensive lunch meetings. 

Before he could respond you spoke again. “I know how you feel about private interests and you will have to see those types of things up close. But promise me you’ll think about it.”

After a moment an earth shattering realization hit him.

Damn. He was falling for you again. And he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure about anything.

“Yes, I’ll definitely think about it.”

~

Hiromi got home at around two in the morning. 

You had offered to let him stay in your guest bedroom but he had politely declined, afraid of what the two of you under one roof could lead to. 

He was about to collapse into bed when his phone rang. 

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hiromi?” Shimizu answered on the other end. “Thank goodness you're awake.” 

“Yeah,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”

“I was working late at the office when I got the fax. Some interns messed up so it came in later than it should have.” 

“What?”

“You’ll have to meet with hr but your back. They’re letting you keep your license.”

“...Really?”

“Your record worked in your favor. And who else would work as hard as you do for such crappy pay?”

Shimizu didn’t get a response back.

“Hiromi?”

“That’s great. Really…but I need some time to think.”

“About what?”

“What’s best for me.”

Your smile came back to him.

He had a lot to figure out. 

It was a little late in life for him to be thinking about new jobs and new relationships. Maybe he was being rash. But he didn’t care. 

Better late than never.

~

The End.

Taglist: @lynn-edits

[begitalarcos]

Life Update

Hey Guys

I know I said I was coming back, and I fully intended to. Then I injured my back... badly

I ruptured a disc in my back on one of my lowest vertebrae and now have lost most of the feeling in my left leg :(

In the next week here I'm being scheduled for spinal surgery.

Strangely I'm doing okay. Since my last post a lot of things have gotten sorted (mostly family drama) which has taken a huge weight off of me. Then I fell on the stairs. I only fell down two steps but Ianded hard on my butt and then hit my back against the stair.

This was almost 2 months ago, and I was going to physio for it until my disability decided not to cover it. I was sent to an "Impartial" specialist who had the nerve to tell me that most of my pain was likely "Psychological" haven't had that kind of flippant disrespect about my health in awhile.

On the 30th of October I went to lay down for a nap, when I woke up just the act of sitting up left me in agony. My wonderful husband then spent the next few hours with me using hot and cold compresses and trying to help me get through the pain because the hospital said it was probably just sciatic pain... Halloween rolls around and I've lost all feeling in my left thigh.

I decided "FUCK IT" and went to emergency, where after a good 9 hours I finally saw a doctor who would take me seriously. And by that time my entire left thigh, part of my calf, and most of my back end and groin were completely numb. They took my sock off and my foot was grey. It was pretty scary.

The doctor there did a battery of tests for everthing he could think of, he did manage to get a bit of feeling back into my calf and foot with an injection. But everything else was still pins and needles. I had an MRI and well.. as you can see the lower disc was pushed so far out it was impinging on all the nerves to my left leg.

I spent Halloween and most of the next day in emergency. Had a lovely panic attack, got mildly sedated, there were no beds so I was stuck in a shitty recliner in a corner between two drug attics. One who wouldn't stop complaining and then throwing fits and the other who had some kind of blood borne illness with open sores. It was fucking terrible.

Today I had to drive almost 2 hours to another city to see a neurosurgeon who was also livid no one had done anything for me in over two months and said that even with surgery I may never get full feeling back in my leg (cries) This then followed more X-rays, blood work (7 vials taken oi vey) and an ECG.

Turns out I also have a rare heart defect - that only one other person in my family has - that causes my heart to skip a beat every third beat. They also (because I'm anemic) had to go through the process of signing a ton of forms for the possibility that I may need a transfusion during or after surgery....

This was supposed to be a short post I swear -_-

Thursday I have to go for a full physical and do even MORE paperwork, and then drive again 2 hours away to another city to have my surgery.

FML

So yeah, I still very much want to be creating and posting I just haven't been able to sit or concentrate much as I am taking pain killers (that do not want to work with my antidepressants) so I've either been completely out of it or just stuck doing one thing and one thing only (which has mostly been just riding around in RDR2 hunting, fishing and exploring) I also finished the new Zelda game cuz... well I've been laying down a lot.

Holy Jeebs have I been bored. In between that I've also been trying to keep GiraffeBarn active and get into a few local stores again.

2024 has been hectic and chaotic.

I'm hopeful that the new year will bring me some much needed peace and clarity.

So yeah, I'm not gone, I'm still lurking about and I still plan to post again (when I can)

I miss you all so very much (especially my wifey <3)

Hope you all are well

much love

B

[yuujispinkhair]

Just read the post you rebloged about people being mean to fan fic writers and God youre so fucking right. I used to post fic pretty consistently around a year ago, and while post of the people were genuinely lovely and I miss them sometimes- there was a pretty big crowd who always needed more. They wanted more of x character (then never interacted with my works about him), they wanted more of a particular AU, they wanted sequels to fics, ect. And it's cool to express excitement and a want to read more of an authors work but they were straight up MEAN about it I my dms and on annon. Never publicly, obviously. My breaking point came when I posted a fic and eluded to maybe doing a sequel in the replies. Suddenly, everyone was demanding the sequel be out NOW. When it wasn't out within a week, they got demanding. Claiming that I was just "farming interaction" (??? This is Tumblr be real with yourself) or that I was lazy and "uncomitted" (as if I wasn't drowning in university work.) It felt gross how entitled they felt to my work, to my time, to ME. Like I wasn't a whole ass human with an entire life on the other side if the screen. It genuine took the joy out of creating ANYTHING for awhile. I burnt out hard. I'm only now starting to write again.

And the rise of AI isn't fucking helping anything. I had problems with people taking an AU I wrote and making cha.i bots with it. Someone had the audacity to feed one of my fics to chatGPT and ask it for another fic in my writing. Then send me the fic as if I was going to he stoked or flattered and not betrayed. With AI being so rampant, I really think some of yall forgot that there's still real people spending hours creating the fics you love, and not just typing a prompt into a box.

This sense of extreme entitlement, lack of patience, and refusal to treat creators as human is going to kill fandom I feel it in my bones.

I am...so sorry to vent in your ask box like this, this is not what I intended when I started this. I think I just needed to finally say some of this shit out loud and get it off my chest

OMGGG I am so mad on your behalf after reading this 😭😭 I am so sorry there were people who treated you and your stories that way!!

And I agree with you. I already see how much fandom changed since I started in the JJK fandom three years ago.

I am lucky to still have a really lovely community of people who scream with me about my faves and who are excited for my stories. They make it all worthwhile. I find myself looking forward to sharing a new chapter or a new fic because I know those people will enjoy them and interact with them.

But if that stopped being the case, why would I, or anyone else, still put all that work into posting a story?

I am hugging you 💗 And your stories deserve love and appreciation!!

[magicalbuttertarts]

C7 with Darius Martin x Female reader?

AEW Masterlist

Smut Prompt List

Under the table (18+)

Darius Martin x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing.

Requested by @hooks-martin . Hope you like it.

WC 422

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

C7: Oral sex under kitchen table

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' Was the only thing that was going through my mind as I got under his dining room table as her brother and friends came in.

They weren't supposed to be back until much later, but knowing Darius he probably didn't listen to them properly.

No one knows him and I have a friends-with-benefits thing going on. I called up him not even 40 minutes ago, and he said that he was going to be home alone tonight.

But here I am, sitting under the table, his half-hard cock in front of my face as he brother and friends sit around the table, eating the pizza I brought over.

I knew I was going to be under here for awhile with how much Dante was talking, may as well have some fun.

I gently placed my hand on his cock and started to jerk it. I had to cover my mouth with my other hand when I saw how Darius jumped.

"You good?" I heard Anthony ask him and I assume Darius just nodded his head yes.

I jerked him off until he was nice and hard for me. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

I could just imagine the look on his face. He was never good at hiding his pleasure.

Darius slumped a bit more in his chair as I moved my head up and down, taking more and more each time I took him in my mouth.

I was making a mess in his lap and I didn't care.

Not when I can tell and feel how close Darius is.

He gripped the back of head and held me in place, my mouth and throat keeping his cock warm.

I was tapping his thigh, needing to breath and he let go of my head, and I pulled back, breathing in as much air as possible before taking him back down my throat.

I licked the tip, moaning quietly at the taste of him before taking him back in my mouth.

I felt his cock start to swell in my mouth just as I felt the first rope of cum hit in the back of my throat, making me swallow as quick as I could.

Just at that moment, someone dropped a napkin on the floor and they reached down.

As I was finishing up swallowing Darius cum, I made eye contact with Anthony.

He didn't say anything just gave me a fucking smirk as he sat up right.

Well, shit.

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[captainderyn]

To Think I'd Find You Again [Fic]

This idea has been in the works and many iterations for awhile. All I know is that I got struck with the Vibes the other day and simply could not write something about it. :')

Aramys belongs to @lumielles (<3)

Summary: Wren's world as she knows it is falling apart. Stricken from her place in the Empire, stranded on a backwater world with a distress signal going nowhere, she finds the person she never thought she'd see again.

---

Unknown Planet; Two Months Post Exile. 

Her broken down ship was the least of Wren’s pressing concerns. There were many, an entire book of concerns that she should and could be worried about. 

For the old, clunky ship that bore her from Dromund Kaas to this unknown, backwater planet breaking down to be the least of her concerns meant that this situation was truly, horribly, gone south. 

Three things plagued her now: 

One: the only mechanic in this backwater hub had scammed her, leaving her already low bank account unfortunately short of the credits she needed to do anything now that she no longer had the Empire’s backing. 

Two: Whether the mechanic was just a front for a crime syndicate or whether it was a group of desperate people who thought turning her over to Acina or the Eternal Empire’s goons might make them a pretty chunk of change, she now faced a warehouse of people with nothing to lose and what seemed like unlimited blaster bolts. 

Three: The distress signal she’d been broadcasting almost nonstop since she’d come to a not-so-clean landing on this planet was still unanswered. 

She wasn’t sure what she expected; she had no one anymore. Acina and the rest of the Council had cast her out and turned their back on her when she’d been one of two votes against aligning with the Eternal Empire. Through all her years in Kaas City she’d kept her real social circle small and at arm's length, despite all the socialite gatherings she’d attended. One of the truest friends she’d had left years ago, and it wasn’t as though Wren could simply call her holosignal. 

Wren deflected a blaster bolt into the wall with a shower of sparks, flinging out a chain of lightning that bounced between three mercenaries. 

The lightsaber in her hands was clunky, misshapen to her energy. Her own, which she’d made during her time at the Academy and had synergized with her powers despite all the time it’d laid unused, was scrapped in a trashcan in the Citadel now. Acina had seen to that before she’d had Wren removed from the Council chamber. 

Wren did not fight with elegance, she did not fight with grace. She did not even fight with the brutal sophistication of the most violent Sith. She fought with desperation, with a panicked frenzy akin to a cornered beast. The unfamiliar saber in her hands felt unwieldy, clunky and awkward as she hacked and slashed at the enemies backing her down the hallway as she made a run from the main room. 

Her breaths came ragged in her ears. 

This was too much. Already a trail of mercenaries marked her path through the warehouse, but more poured in from every doorway. If she wasn’t careful she’d be cornered, dropped and chained and sent to whatever prison they deemed most profitable. 

The group at the far end of the hallway cleared, and it didn’t register that she was tripping over their bodies as she stumbled into the next room. Metal rang in her ears and she whirled around to find the way she’d just come blocked by a sheet of metal, ripped from the wall. Light reflecting in that metal was all the warning she had before she whirled around, blocking a fierce blow from another lightsaber. 

Pure, feral survival instinct took over as she backstepped, parrying off a flurry of blows until her back slammed into the sheetmetal and the blinding, spitting light of her own stolen lightsaber and the other blinded her. 

From the first connection of their blades, intuition told Wren she would not win. Were she not horrendously out of battle practice, she still would stand no chance. The blade that connected with hers was wielded by one who’d seen battle. 

Wren’s power surged around her, an untamable and uncontrollable sea. Her hands began to shake on the grip she had on the saber. She should unleash her power fully, sending it out in an electric wave. Do anything, something, to survive.  

Far deep within her, something stopped her. Deep within her, something stayed in her hand even as she fought against it. Lightning ignited then dissipated across her skin in a frenetic dance. 

Familiarity, whispered the Force to her. 

Pulling on her strength she forced the lightsaber aside and in that moment her heart stuttered to a stop. Everything around her tunneled, the sounds of mercenaries from a different area of the building fading to a ring.

She pressed her back against the sheet metal, hands limp at her sides. Her death-grip on the hilt was all that kept it in her hand, trembling and tremoring. 

Aramys pulled back with a sharp intake of breath, bloodied from battle. Dark eyes that Wren had once known so well, that had belonged to her dearest friend, darted wildly over her. 

Wren took her in, breath coming more sharply than before as the past collided violently with her present. 

It was Aramys who moved first, stepping back into a ready position with her dualsaber poised behind her to strike. How many times had they sparred together, with that very position combined with a competitive smile?

“You’re finally here to fight me?” there was a sharp edge to Aramys’ voice that Wren didn’t remember, like shattered glass. 

Wren’s lungs were empty of air, no matter how much she tried to draw it back in. The tiny shake of her head was either imperceptible or Aramys didn’t believe her. 

Aramys gestured to Wren’s own blade. “If you're here to, if you want to, I’d deserve it.” 

Following her gesture, Wren stared at her lightsaber that wasn’t her own as if she couldn’t believe she was still holding it. The blade sputtered, whatever failing and faulty crystal was inside of it barely held together with Wren’s unstable grip. Eyes fixated back on Aramys, she let the hilt fall to the ground. It clattered away. 

Reality must be slipping through her fingers, cut away from her like scissors cut thread. 

“You’re…here.” Wren gasped out like a drowning woman, the only words that would surface. 

That, at the least, gave Aramys pause. The blades of her dual saber trembled. She rocked a step forward, then back. 

“I am.” she finally said, though the words were flat. 

Wren took a step forward, stopping when Aramys rocked a step back. 

“I never thought I’d see you again.” she said, voice shattering into pieces in between see and you. 

Pain lanced through Aramys’ expression. She deactivated her weapon, hooking it back onto her belt. 

“You haven’t hunted me down for the Council, for revenge for how I left you?” 

Something in Wren’s heart wrenched at the thought that she would ever have done something like that. She shook her head. 

“I didn’t even know you were here.” 

“Then the distress signal, it was yours?” Aramys said almost to herself and whatever else was lost to Wren as Aramys’ long dormant presence crept over to hers, brushing by her ever so lightly, ever so tentatively. 

The familiarity was enough to steal what Wren had regained of her breath and as she ripped away the scar tissue that had built up over their bond since they’d lost contact, it was like lost pieces clicking back into place. A part of her, restored anew from the gaping hole that had been torn. 

Aramys’ energy wound curiously, suspiciously around Wren, circling her like a prowling cat. 

It occurred to Wren then that she was the enemy now, or at the very least, was no longer friend. She was no longer with the Empire either, but Aramys did not know that. 

She sank to her knees, extending her hands out in a gesture of surrender though she’d already thrown aside her saber. 

“I’m not here because of anything you’ve done. My ship… it was stranded.” 

 Aramys’ boots clicked across the metal flooring as she approached Wren. Her hands gripped the edge of the gray hood of Wren’s tunic that had half-fallen in the fighting. As she tugged it down, the prowling of her presence ceased, instead bumped against her as a housecat would.

“If I still didn’t think there was half a chance you’d kill me, I’d take you back to my ship for a chance of clothes; gray washes you out something terrible.” 

Wren looked up at Aramys, taking a long moment to parse out that it was a wry smile she wore on her lips. It shocked her system enough that she choked on a watery, uncertain laugh. 

It was with agonized sincerity that she said, “I would never.” 

The wry smile slipped off of Aramys lips and that pained expression flitted over her face again. “I wouldn’t blame you.” 

For the first time since realization had set in, Wren really looked at Aramys, now finding the subtle signs of the years and the stress that had happened in the time they’d been apart. She found that she wanted to sit down and know what had happened, to know everything that had passed her by. 

Wren brought her hands up to curl over Aramys’ forearms, using the physical motion to ground herself out of her mind, where their energies in the Force circled and explored and tried to make sense of the other person standing in front of them. 

“I have lost everything, Aramys. Coming here to kill you…it would gain me nothing but pain I’d never recover from.” 

Aramys’ brow furrowed, lips pressing together. Her fingers curled curiously in Wren’s hood, working the fabric as she looked closer at Wren. 

“Lost everything…?” she murmured. “With the signal…you aren’t here with the Empire?” 

Hearing someone else say it hit Wren like a blow. The place she’d always known, her home she’d been raised in, had cast her out. She gave a shaky nod. 

“I left.” she said. “I couldn’t do it anymore.” 

Aramys was quiet for a long moment. When she pulled away, Wren’s heart flipped and plummeted through the floor. But then Aramys extended her hand to Wren, curling her fingers in a come along gesture. 

“Then come with me,” Aramys’ voice hitched up to make that statement into a question. “At least to my ship. We have…a lot of things to discuss, I think.” 

There were years spanning between them, harsh words slung at each other buried beneath time and lived experiences. Who knew what would happen if they unearthed the old wounds between them, what would happen if they laid bare what had happened in times past. 

Wren grabbed Aramys’ hand and let her be pulled to her feet. 

Some part of her whispered that some unknowns were meant to be stepped into.

[ghostlee]

OMG OK IM ACTUALLY SO STUPID LOL

So @shadowpon-3 and I were supposed to fic trade a bit ago and I was like 100000% sure that I posted my half of the trade. However I found it today in my notes and I had a moment of thought where I was like. “Wait I never actually saw the reaction on this from Shadow..?” And so I got on my tumblr to check and after scrolling for like 10 mins and looking I was like “HOLY SHIT I NEVER SENT MY HALF 😭😭😭 “

IM SO SORRY OMG I FINISHED THIS AWHILE AGO AND WAS JUST POSITIVE THAT I HAD POSTED IT.

ANYWAHAHAYS HERES THE FIC

So sorry again pls forgive me and my completely unobservant ass 😭

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Well well well. What do we have here?

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Lee!OddJayAlter

Ler!Stephen

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This is from DanPlan (pretend Daniel is still part of their group and they are all together still.)

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“Ughh where did that little rascal go?” Jay asked to himself quietly as he was searching around the house for the new kitten that they just adopted.

Stephen, Hosuh and Daniel were all downstairs making lunch and sent Jay upstairs on his turn to go find Milo.. their new cat.

Jay had no issue going to look for Milo but the hunt for this kitten was starting to get on his nerves as he continued making the “pspsps” sound and crouching down to look in and around furniture.

Just as Jay was about to leave the guest bedroom he heard a small meow coming from the corner of the room as he quickly paused and slowly turned his head back towards the bed in the corner.

He got back down onto his hands and knees as he lowered himself belly down onto the ground to look under the bed.

Sure enough in the back, pressed right up against the wall was a small fluffy orange tabby. “Milo!” Jay whisper shouted as he tried to reach his hand out under the bed to get Milo to come over to him.

He waited a few seconds with his open palm not feeling anything before he got impatient and tried to reach further to no avail.

Sighing, Jay tried peak his head under to determine if it was a gap he could squeeze his body under to grab Milo and he decided for it.

Putting his hands flat on the floor he slowly but surely krept under the bed and managed to get the upper half of his chest under. Jay reached back out and took hold of Milo and started trying to scoot himself back out.

And that’s when he realized. He wasn’t going anywhere.

He was stuck under the bed.

“No no this can’t be happening.” Jay tried to tell himself and he struggled more to get out, Milo wiggled in his hand as the kitten meowed and managed to escape before running off likely into another room.

Jay let out a loud exasperated sigh and tried once again to wiggle out from under the bed. He refuse to call for help, he was better than that. Not to mention they would all likely make fun of him for getting stuck.

Maybe besides Housuh who would actually help him out and not make fun of him.

Jay tried again and again as he started becoming more frantic and it set in further that he was infact stuck.

He tried to reach his arms out to his sides to get his phone but realized he left it downstairs on the kitchen counter. Silently Jay bit back his pride and called out loud, “HEY!! CAN ANY OF YOU COME UPSTAIRS.”

There was a moment of silence as Jay prayed one of them heard it, since as much as he dreaded the idea of them finding him like this, he hated the idea of being stuck under here for awhile much more.

Suddenly a voice called up from the bottom of the steps. “What’s up Jay? Everything okay?”

Stephen.

He was bound to make fun of Jay but the blond had no other choice. “N-No.. I uh. I’m stuck!”

There was another pause as Jay started to let his mind wander over how embarrassing this was.

“You’re…. What?” Stephen yelled back up the stairs.

“IM STUCK.” Jay called out annoyed as he tried again to wriggle free as a last ditch attempt.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and they padded into the doorway of the room he was in before they abruptly stopped.

He heard a small snicker and a “tsk tsk tsk” from Stephen as the boy started to giggle.

“How’d they even happen?” Stephen asked with a pique of curiosity in his tone.

“I was trying to get Milo out from under the bed.. and well.” Jay sheepishly answered back.

“Just get me out of here..” He snapped as he started to try and wiggle free again.

Stephen rolled his eyes at the impatience but then nodded before walking over to the edge of the bed and trying to see what the best approach was to get Jay out.

“Alright why don’t you try and push with your hands and I’ll try to pull.” Stephen said as he crouched down to get a good grip on Jay.

Jay in his head assumed that meant Stephen would be grabbing onto his ankles to pull so when ten fingers suddenly latched onto both of his sides and squeezed, Jay jolted and let out a strangled bark of a laugh.

Stephen quickly let go and jumped back away from Jay afraid he accidentally hurt him. “W-What was that???” Stephen asked with urgency in his voice.

“I-it was n-nothing. Don’t do th-“

Suddenly he was grabbed again in the same spot as Stephen tried to figure out what happened.

Again that same bark of laughter ripped itself out of Jays throat as he tried to reach his hands down to grab at Stephen, but this time when some giggles lingered in the air, everything became incredibly clear to Stephen.

There was silence between the two boys before he heard Stephen start laughing quietly to himself.

“Well well well…. Look what we have here.”

Stephen taunts Jay with a grin laced in his voice. “Looks like Mr.Just Get Me Out Of Here, is ticklish..”

Jay feels a pit start forming in his stomach as if he was a little kid that was just caught in a lie.

He knew he couldn’t get himself out of this one so he sighed, “yes… I’m ticklish.. please just help me get out.”

Stephen’s heart just about exploded, he wasn’t one for cutesy wholesome moments but he was a tickle monster through and through and learning that his best friend Jay was a perfect candidate for the tickle monsters appetite was just what he needed today.

“You remember that time that you replaced all of my shampoo with pink dye?” Stephen asked, letting the question loom over the blond for a moment.

“What does that have to do with- Stephen come on that was forever ago. Thats not fai-“ Jay tried to argue but got cut off.

“4 weeks Jay. That my hair was pink.” Stephen lowered his tone as he fought a grin creeping its way onto his face.

“Y-You could’ve dyed it again after!” Jay protested as he started to get more and more nervous that being tickled was getting set in stone.

“I think this is a good chance for some payback if you ask me..” Stephen laughed with a darker tinge in his voice.

“W-Waiahahahait!! Noahahahahhaha!” Jay cried out as Stephens fingers started to scribble quickly against his sides.

Jays body shook involuntarily as he laughed and laughed away, his sides felt like they had 100 butterflies all flapping their wings right against his bare skin as Stephen pushed up Jays shirt some to tease at his sensitive skin.

Jay kicked his feet uselessly behind Stephen, his feet hitting the purple haired mans back every few seconds when Stephen took a seat firmly on Jays hips.

Jay desperately tried to grab onto Stephen’s hands to stop the onslaught but not being able to see where Stephen would attack next made it far more difficult for Jay to properly grasp his hands.

Stephen switched where he was tickling every few second so Jay couldn’t grab onto him, and every time he switched spots, Jays body would jump with shock at the new attack on a different area.

“PLEHAHAHSHSSE NOAHAHAHAHAT MY SIDEHEHEHES!!!” Jay screamed with laughter while Stephen wiggled his fingers into the blonds sides before raising his hands up to scribble between each rib.

Jay tried again and again to push himself up as he somewhat pushed Stephen off his hips for a moment.

He finally managed to wiggle out a bit further in the struggle, in the fight the bed lifted up some however and he managed to flip onto his back. Once again finding himself stuck but in even more of a comprising position as Stephen took his place back on Jays hips who was now on his back.

Stephen’s eyes lit up at Jays new misfortune as he pushed up the front of Jays shirt up to his ribs to get a nice flat tickleable area in front of him.

Stephen watched as Jay greedily took in breathes as his stomach rose and fell. One thing that Stephen noticed almost immediately was a little button right in the center of Jays belly.

Specifically an outie belly button.

“You have an outie belly button??” Stephen giggled as he gazed at the small mark on Jay.

“Y-Yeahahhaah.. *deep breath* whahahat about it??” Jay asked feeling somewhat out of breathe.

“Aren’t they like. More ticklish then innies or something?” Stephen grinned knowing full well that he pulled that information from nothing.

“N-No I don’t know..” Jay sighed as he once again tried to wiggle free. “Can you just help me get out now..” he asked.

Stephen thought for a moment. He smiled to himself and slowly dragged the tip of his index fingers around Jays bare stomach making sure to avoid his belly button.

The feeling didn’t bring Jay to full laughter again but it did make him squirm some as his sides tried to get away from the sensation.

“If you let me tickle you for… 60 seconds. I’ll help you out.” Stephen said as he felt imaginary devil horns pop up over his head at the deal he was attempting to make.

“No way! What’re you gonna do? Not help me?” Jay said as he tried once again to get free to no avail.

“No, but I’d go get Daniel to “help us” and I’ll add in that you’re ticklish into the plea for help.” Stephen grinned ear to ear as he watched Jay carefully knowing the man was now at a cross road.

“30 seconds.” Jay says hoping that Stephen would take it.

“50.” Stephen called back.

“Fuck you drive a hard bargain.” Jay sighed.

“Fine… 50 seconds. But you HAVE to help me as soon as the 50 seconds is up.” Jay said as he choked back his dignity.

“And you’re not aloud to try and stop me either!” Stephen added.

“What!? That wasn’t part of the deal!” Jay whined as he gave Stephen the bird from under the bed.

“You wanna get out or not?” Stephen said to him as he drummed his fingers on Jays sides again.

Jays body squirmed uncomfortably as he took a second to process the terms of their deal.

“Fine.” Jay snapped.

“Fine what?” Stephen giggled knowing he was definitely pushing the blondes buttons now.”

“Oh my god just get it over with!!” Jay cried as he stomped his foot on the ground.

“Hahaha ok you asked for it!” Stephen said as he started to circle Jay outie belly button with his finger.

Jay felt his stomach start shaking as his body became aware of the impending tickles.

“Whahahait n-hahahao legehets re-negoti- AAGAHHhah!” Jay screeched when Stephen glided his finger over the small button.

He then started to poke at Jays navel and every time he did Jay would let out a squeal. “Hahaha it’s like a giggle button. All I need to do is press righttttt hereeee and you laugh!” Stephen said knowing full well it was driving Jay crazy.

“YouHahahHah Havahahhahave thirhahahirty seheheheconds!!” Jay managed to say through his laughter as he squirmed around under the bed.

“Ahh right right, good point. Thanks for the tip.” Stephen smiled as he dragged his fingers down to Jays hips to start softly kneading into the ticklish skin.

Stephen heard Jay start banging on the bottom of the bed with his fists as his laughter got more hysterical.

“Twehehehenty sehehehconds!” Jay yells as he fights to turn his stomach back out of Stephen’s hands. “Ah ah ah where do you think you’re going?” Stephen tsked as he follows Jays movements and scritches his fingers right on the small of Jays back.

“You’re all mine for another… 10 seconds.” Stephen grins as he watches Jay arch his back up and away from the back tickles only for Stephen to scitter his fingers over Jays stomach.

“THAHAHAATS EHEHEHVEIL STOHAHAHAHAP!!” Jay screamed as he tried to pull his legs up to protect his stomach but was blocked by Stephen.

Stephen gave Jays sides a final few pokes and squeezes watching the man break down into soft quiet giggles, something he’d not seen Jay do often which honestly did warm his heart some.

“Annndddd that’s 50 seconds..” Stephen said, sticking true to his tickly word.

Jay took in large breathes of air as he laughed away the last few giggles and let out a sigh.

“Ughh remind me not to make deals with the devil again, that was torture!” Jay whines as he waits for Stephen to help him.

“Your secret is safe with me.. for now.” Stephen says as he gets up and gets a grip on the bottom of the bed frame and lifts it up giving Jay a chance to wriggle himself out from under it.

Jay sat up and brushed himself off before glaring at Stephen who had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Not a word.” Jay said as he pushed himself up and turned away from Stephen to go back downstairs.

“I’ll find Milo later when he comes looking for food.” Jay laughs as he walks back down the steps.

“I’ll be sure to help you out again the next time you get stuck-“ Stephen says with a quick gentle poke to Jays side as the blond jumps with an offended look and bats Stephen finger away.

“Like hell you will.” Jay scoffed as he made his way back into the kitchen.

“What took you two so long? Did you find Milo?” Daniel asked the two.

With the confidence of a madmad Jay looked with his classic eyes closed smile at Daniel and said “yeah Milo ran back off, Stephen and I were just hanging out sorry we took awhile.”

Jay nudged Stephen and turned slightly to shoot a glare towards him.

“Yeah.” Stephen said as he walked over to the kitchen table. “What he said.”

Hosuh had a look of confusion on his face at first but he shrugged it off and continued assembling their sandwich’s they’d be having for lunch.

“Well whatever you two were doing I’m glad you’re back since lunch is just about ready.” Daniel said as he grabbed two of the plates and handed them to Jay and Stephen.

The two nodded and took the plates before sitting down at the table with Hosuh and Daniel.

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I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AAAH Sorry again lmao <3 😭