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Some rough title screens for @viric-dreams ‘s Ockham & @capn-twitchery ‘s Lt. Grace !! I love their stories So Much and the midnight demons demanded I make some visuals about it.

[mimasroom2]

My tennis star! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Secretly dating jock!ellie

C/w: smut but for like 2 seconds. Mention of weed lol. Uhh that’s it this is pretty laid back. This is my first time using those fake texting things I think I like it? Idk

W/c: ≈ 800

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- She plays tennis bc I said so 🎾

- She’d win a match and she’d post on her instagram story something REAL cheesy like “only reason why we won is because someone special was in the crowd💖” and everyone thinks she’s talking ab a guy but it’s really you >•<

- She’d pull you aside into an empty hallway and lean over you with her arm up (yknow. The classic masc move.) and whisper “You comin’ to the game tonight, baby?”

- It’s so fucking cheesy but you swear she makes your knees weak every time she talks with her sexy ass voice.

- “Too bad I can’t have a massive ass sign that says your name on it all big or something.” You grin widely and she laughs, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

- You guys go on dates to the mall so she can buy new workout clothes & equipment. Every time you guys see someone you know in a store you split up and pretend to be looking at different things on other ends of the store. Eventually when they leave you two come back together and giggle.

- “Heya stranger.” She grins, showing you some knee high socks she found while she was pretending to look around.

- Only your two best friends know ab you and Ellie, so you’re always having to make up excuses as to why you’re going to the tennis games.

- “They needed help with grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for the game, and you know I always need more service hours!”

- “Man I’m sorry I can’t go to the movies tonight. I already told the tennis coach I’d do face painting for the little kids that come😕”

- You’re studying at your desk when the first message from Ellie absolutely jumpscares you. The girl really needs to learn about context 🙄

- Absolutely all the girls in the crowd and on the opposing team would swoon over her. She lovesssss the attention and always waves at the crowd and blows kisses to them. Sometimes she winks at the girls on the other team to purposefully distract them as they’re serving. You don’t feel jealous though because you know as soon as the game’s over you’re going back to her place to celebrate ;)

- You feel so fucking lucky you’re dating a jock as her toned muscular arm is pumping in and out of you.

- “Fuck,, guess all that racket swinging comes in handy when I’m fucking you, hm?” She smirks, and she was actually right. She could practically finger you forever and never get tired.

- She’s a perfectionist with her playing and in bed. She’d have to make you cum at least twice before she’s satisfied.

- The next morning Ellie has to leave early for practice so she lets you stay in her room to sleep in. She texts you a WHOLE BUNCH, effectively spamming your phone and waking you up:

- She comes up to you one day out of the blue and says “Hey y/n, I’m like so serious can you hide all my stoner shit until this season is over…?” You knew she smoked but she told you she only does it when she’s off in tennis, so you’re surprised when she hands you a shoebox full of all her stuff.

- “Yeah ‘m fine. Coach has been gettin’ on to me. Jus’ more stressed out is all.” Is all she has to say when you ask about it. She runs her hands through her hair, thinking you’re frustrated with her. You’re just glad she trusts you enough to make her keep her promises to herself.

- She’d ask you what your favorite color is and get a special racket in that color for whenever you see her play. She’d say it’s her lucky racket :,)

- You were never super into sports but you loveeeee spending time with Ellie, so she decides to give you some one on one lessons.

- “Yeah, thas’ it, baby.” She’d mutter in your ear from behind you. She’s holding the racket with you and helping you swing your arms the right way.

- You guys didn’t expect to see anyone on the tennis court this early, so when other people come and Ellie recognizes them, she quickly guides you guys behind a tree.

- Your stomach is filled with butterflies as she tucks your loose hair behind your ear and kisses you !!

- You feel like a little kid playing in the woods again because now you and Ellie are sneaking around the park/tennis court trying not to be seen by the other people

- She gets really cocky sometimes and posts soft launches of you on her insta stories

- It would be a picture of you in her lap WAHH! Her tattooed hand is on your thigh with the caption “keeping me occupied”

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You were surprised to hear footsteps on the ladder up to the guard post but smiled as Daryl came into view. You were leaning forward on the wall but shot him that look that always caused electricity to zip right through him. "Hey," you greeted him.

"Hey," he returned. The glow of the lantern beside you, moths flitting around the bulb, illuminated you in warm orange and he thought you looked so beautiful he didn't know if he'd be able to do what he'd come for. Though, to be fair, he felt that way pretty much every time he saw you.

"Everything okay?" you asked.

He nodded, wringing his hands nervously. "Yeah... Just—was lookin' for ya. Remembered ya said ya had duty tonight."

"Oh," you said, smiling more broadly. He'd been looking for you? This was a pleasant surprise.

"Yeah," he drawled softly, leaning forward beside you. "Just had some things I—I wanted to say, I guess."

Your brow furrowed a little. This sounded serious. "Okay. Should I be worried?" you laughed anxiously.

"Uhh—" Daryl straightened up and scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. "Maybe. No... I dunno..."

You laughed again and straighted up too, giving him a discerning look. "Okay... well, you better start before I worry myself to death."

He gulped. Talking about how he felt was always hard and this was terrifying. "I know ya've been thinkin' 'bout goin' to Hilltop to be with Maggie and Hershel and—I get that. I do. But whether ya go or not I—I dun think ya understand the impact that ya've had on my life. Ya make me want to be... kind to myself and ev'rybody else. Ya just—ya inspire me to be better. If ya weren't around, I dunno what I'd be like now. I might'a given in to all the fucked up shit that's happened. I dunno. I guess 'm just tryin' to say that—if ya do go, and tha's alrigh' if ya do—'m gonna miss ya. And 'm grateful for you."

You were staring at him with your mouth slightly dropped open, completely stunned.

He ducked his head anxiously. "Jesus, say somethin', would ya?" he drawled.

"I—I don't know what to say, Daryl. That's—the nicest fucking thing—nice doesn't even begin to cover it." Your heart was racing in your chest.

"I ain't tryin' to guilt ya or anythin' if ya wanna go. But I needed you to—"

He never got out the rest of his sentence, because you suddenly were kissing him, and he was kissing you back.

Prompt: “I don’t think you understand your impact on my life. You...make me want to be kind, to myself and to others. You inspire me to be better.”

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[nova-they-exist-yup]

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HMS and sanders sides comparison thoughts

HMS may be objectively more unstable(obvs), but I'm honing in on the idea that they just don't have any "dark sides" in the same way c!Thomas does. There are references to lying, fear, and well, violence(actually heart does reference intrusive thoughts in THA a little). And whatever orange turns out to be there's probably references to that too, the album gets dark.

So I think any "dark side" functions would've been split between HMS based on whether the function is more "left"/"right" brained, meaning whole is... comfortable, potentially(??) knowing that he can feel and think those kinds of things. His problem comes from the divide between H + M (+ S).

I mean Whole can still repress via Soul maybe but he's more self-aware ig. And what makes it stranger is that the album also has religious references much like in sanders sides, so uhh different reactions to religious trauma/guilt?? That's something to analyse. If I had a nickel for every piece of media I've consumed where a guy separates his personality into parts that has religious themes I'd have two nickles. But it's weird that it happened twice.

Any thoughts?

Oooo good points! Idea:

HMS are broader concepts than the sides, as there’s 7 sides and only HMS (3). So HMS probably encompass a dark and a light side, as well as aspects from Virgil.

Mind- Logan + Orange

Heart- Patton + Janus

Soul- Roman + Remus

I feel the main things that separate them tho are how destructive they are and how they interact. HMS are all pretty violent, to themselves and to each other. The sides are a lot more level headed. Additionally, HMS just have a hard time interacting ig, and the sides can (mostly) get along just fine.

The religious themes definitely do have a role somewhere, but idk very much, considering 1) I’m an atheist and I don’t know much about religion, and 2) I feel like the religious trauma card would hold up easier for HMS and less for the sides. Do correct me if I’m wrong.

Keeping that in mind, tho, Thomas and Whole are essentially two sides of the same coin.

They both are trying to figure out if they’re a good person, struggling with the concept. They both have parts of themselves they can talk to. They’re both going through mental health struggles. Their situations besides those details are vastly different, but I feel like they would be able to bond considering this similarity.

So yeah, my funky ideas. You can respond if u like! :]

[iswmperson]

We don't talk about H I M, Captain.(ISWM) Part 1.

Summary: Mark happens to meet with an old crew member from the first Invincible, doesn't turn out quite well.

Also, this is my first attempt at an ISWM story, so some things may be innaccurate, or the writing may be stiff.

Uhh, enjoy i guess lol

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(Image courtesy of Sybersepticeye)

It has been 9 days since the Invincible II found a habitable planet and started the colonization effort, however, there were a couple things needed to be done. Jeremiah had only been on the Invincible II For 10 days, and still had a lot of the ship to explore.

"All that's left now, is for you to say the word." Said Mark, exactly like the first time that Jeremiah has stepped onto the deck of the Invincible.

"It is an hon-" Jeremiah couldn't finish his sentence until an alert blared out on the ship.

"Warning, unknown vessel attempting to dock with the ship." Who could that possibly be, other vessels from the United Nations Space Committee were around, so it couldn't be pirates, perhaps it was that bandit that passed by Jeremiah and Mark at the Universal Stability Agency, who really knew.

"Computer, show us camera feeds from every entrance, NOW." Yelled Mark. Noone had ever seen Mark in such a stressed state.

"Uhm, Alright, Gunther, call the other ADS members, arm yourselves, head to entrances 5 and 6." Said Jeremiah. This was the first time such an event has happened, atleast since the Huta Śląska Incident a year back.

"Don't worry Captain, we got this under control, i've fought hundreds of battles, fought multiple foes, i'll get it done in no time, you can count on that!" Gunther Said, as he ran out of the bridge.

"Alert, unknown vessel is sending us a signal."

"Great, what do they want.." Mark replied.

The message appeared on the main monitor. However, before anyone could read it, Gunther burst through the door, with a tall man, handcuffed, throwing him into the ground.

"Gottem cap'n." Said Gunther, smugly.

"Great, look, Gunther, could you put them in the holding cells? I've got an important message to read."

"Aight." said Gunther, pulling the handcuffed man behind him, before stopping in the hallway, listening-in on the message.

The message on the screen read:

"Incase it has slipped out of your memory, captain and/or head engineer of the U.S.S.V Invincible II, today the Space Committee's ships, including your vessel, are getting resupplied, we hope this message reaches you early."

"Well, that, was, something. Gunther, release the guy."

"Alright Cap'n." Gunther said, as he released the man, who promptly fell down face first into the floor.

It appears that the Invincible II didn't get the memo on the resupply.

"Well then uhh, miste-"

The man suddenly rose up and bowed before Jeremiah, clearly a lot taller than him. "A h, so you must be the captain of the Invincible II, pleasure to meet you, my name is Stephan, i'm the captain of the P.S.C.V Huta Bukowińska, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, but i assume we'll be done by, hmm, lets say 18:45."

Said the man.

Stephan was, strange, to say the least. He was extremely thin and lanky for someone who's 6'1, almost like an old puppet with worn out joints. It seems that something was awry.

Nevertheless the next day, the Shuttle Marmota departed with the primary crew members of the Invincible II, landing on an island on the newly found planet.

"Ahh, peace at last, just like i said earlier captain, we'll be sitting here, sipping pina coladas and relaxi-" Mark was interrupted by the sound of Gunshots.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE, SHOW YOURSELF." Said Gunther, partially reloading his 1911.

"OH, SORRY YALL, WAS JUST SHOOTING AT SOME, UHH, TARGETS, YEAH, targets." There Stephan stood.

"Riiighhtt...could you atleast put a suppressor on tha-" Mark suddenly pushed Jeremiah into the front of the shuttle.

"Captain, i strongly believe this man is a danger to us and that, we should, get rid of him." Whispered Mark, sounding extremely stressed out and sleep-deprived.

Jeremiah looked at Mark, concerned. "Mark, trust me, i don't know if you just, got stressed out, but trust me, i think we'll be fine."

With the 4, technically 5, crew members (along with a scouting group from another ship) all prepared, the journey began. Not much happened, the main things to note was that the flora and fauna of the island was oddly similar to earth's plants and animals, and the rest of the mission was lead by the scouting group, while the crew of the Invincible II, and Stephan, returned to the ship.

Onboard the vessel, Stephan ran around the hallways and rooms of the ship, checking everything around the ship.

"Ahh, just like it was years ago, sAY, Mark, what actually CHANGED in the ship's design?"

Mark was quiet for a minute, until replying "Well, we have better engines."

"A n d?"

"Reinforced construction, now could you please get out of my way?"

"....Alrighty then."

Mark was acting more irritated than usual, most of the time it was simply him and Celci bickering about random things, but things would never escalate to either of them getting this irritated or angry. Something was certainly amiss.

An emergency meeting was called by Jeremiah.

"I have gathered you all here, for i am proposing a nightly curfew from 9PM onwards, as i was informed by Mark, due to recent concerns raised by the Universal Stability Agency, armoured guards will be brought to the ship at 8PM, and will depart at 7AM. Is that clear everyone?" A couple people asked questions, what were the concerns raised by the U.S.A, why specifically armoured guards, all that Jeremiah knew, was that the info was classified.

"Now, thank you everyone for coming here, as it's 8.30, i recommend you finish up your tasks and, head to bed."

Everyone headed out, until only Mark and Jeremiah were in the conference room.

"Mark, i know it's classified information, but really, tell me, what are the concerns that the U.S.A apparently brought up? I'm not doubting you, and i know that at the moment i'm not the most experienced with the Invincible II, but why wasn't i informed about these concerns?"

"It's, complicated, lets just say that. Look, captain, i really have to go, goodnight, and see you tomorrow." Mark said as he walked off to his cabin. Jeremiah didn't understand why the U.S.A would keep information away from the captain, fair, he's technically a lower rank at the moment due to his slight inexperience with Invincible Class ships, but can be overlooked, he's the captain afterall. He decided something was wrong, and, as the shuttles still operated, Jeremiah snuck onto one of them, determined to find out what info has been kept hidden from him.

[perruvianily]

Atsumu is drunk. very drunk.

"wow, how'd ya find the door so fast?” he slurs as he stumbles beside you, " 've been looking for— for it the past uhh—"

he looks down at his hands to count, putting a finger up one by one— "eleven? yeah uh, eleven minutes."

You chuckle at his drunken antics, "really? eleven minutes?”

"yeah! i have eleven fingers, right here." he wiggles his fingers in front of your face to prove his point.

"why— wait, why do i have eleven fingers?” he stares down at his hands while wiggling his fingers.

"you have ten, atsumu." you point out to him, clearly amused at his confusion.

"you're so right, yer always right." he stumbles forward, mumbling something about how you know just about everything. "yer so smart."

You reach your car just as atsumu declares you're a genius, and you quickly open the passenger door. "c'mere atsumu, let's go home." he happily obliges, and makes a beeline towards the passenger door.

You buckle his seatbelt as he drifts in and out of sleep, and you're about to close the door when he snaps awake.

"WAIT WAIT" he yells, reaching out to you just as you're about to close the door.

"what is it?"

"where are ya goin'?" he pouts at you. he doesn't like the idea of you leaving him even for just a second. not one bit.

"i'm just going to the driver's seat. calm down." you explain to him, as he struggles to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"i have to go with ya." he says, still struggling with his seatbelt.

"atsumu, it will literally take like two seconds." you sigh, beginning to close the door when atsumu yells, "WAIT, YA HAVE TO BE SAFE"

"two seconds. i will be gone for two seconds to go to the driver's seat."  you emphasize as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

as amusing as drunk atsumu may be, he can be difficult.

he finally gives up on unbuckling his seatbelt, concluding that it's something only you can do, "then ya gotta know how to punch." he tells you.

"okay, fine." you agree, trying not to let a smile break out.

atsumu reaches for your hand, "ya have to clench it real tight like this—" he closes your fist as hard as his drunk self can— "then ya gotta—  gotta punch like ya mean it, 'kay?"

"okay, atsumu." a smile finally breaks out onto your face at his immense concern for you.

"then, ya gotta punch every jerk tha— that looks at ya."

"okay"

he nods in satisfaction, and shoos you away. you circle around the car to get to the driver's seat and settle in.

"so, did ya punch anyone while you were gone?”

you laugh, "mhm, sure did."

he sniffles and grips his chest, " 'm so proud, next time, i gotta teach— teach ya how to kick."

"do you even know how to kick?"

" 'course i do." he raises his chin up high, convinced he knows how to kick.

"i mean, properly." you say, looking at him as you stop at a red light.

"no such thing as a—” he cuts himself with a yawn—”proper kick. ya just have to kick."

he makes himself comfortable in the seat beside you, mumbling something incomprehensible.

you smile at his sleeping figure as the light turns green, and you turn back towards the road.

"good night, atsumu."

[elvishoneyy]

Elvis Presley - The ‘68 ‘Cumback’ Special Aftermath

Elvis x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: after the first taping of the special you notice the stain on the inside of his pants. It’s clear that Elvis has been in the mood all day and after seeing you sucking at your lollipop to two of you have some fun ;)

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+, oral (m and f receiving), cursing, squirting, creampie, a little teasing, established relationship, (legal) age gap, slightly innocent naive reader, word ‘daddy’ mentioned once, I think that’s all?

Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy this one, I know there is quite a few fics about the ‘68 special but I tried to make it a bit different with the reader discovering the cum stain lol.

68 comeback special aftermath

Elvis had been filming his first recording of the ‘68 comeback special all day. You had been at the back of the audience for most of the show watching him in awe. When you saw him leaving the stage to go back to his dressing room you waited a minute so the fans around didn’t think you were his girlfriend, even though you were, you decided to keep it hushed during the taping otherwise you’d probably would have been attacked. You then rushed after him, following him to his large dressing room which acted more of a luxurious hotel room.

You knocked on the door and Elvis yelled out “it’s open baby”. As you walked in you saw Elvis sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, and a cold towel plasted over his eyes and forehead. He looked exhausted, but so beautiful with the sweat still glistening on his face. He lifted the towel from his eyes to get a look at you “hi honey” he mumbled out, “hi baby” you said walking over to him and sitting beside him on the couch. “Did I do good today?” he said to you smirking, “good? Better than good. You did amazing e, you looked amazing, sounded amazing. Everything was just perfect” you said as you moved the towel from his face and started playing with his hair, moving it out of his eyes. He looked at you giving you a warm smile. “It sure was hot though performing in this” he laughs, looking down at his leather suit. “Here I’ll help you take it off Elvis, then you can have a shower” you offered to help as you could see the leather fabric was sticking to his skin and was going to be an effort to get off. “Thanks mama”

You stood up, bringing him up with you as you started undoing the leather top, pulling it off his shoulders and over his arms. He started laughing so hard at you trying desperately to get this top off, it seemed like it had been superglued to his skin. “Need help?” He smirked “it’s i-I AHH got it” you yelled out whilst finally getting it off his body. “I need help with the pants too” he smirked at you cheekily. You knelt down undoing the button of his pants, and then pulling down his zipper. You took a deep breath preparing to use all your might to get them off. You were tugging for a while when finally they started to move down his legs. You paused and looked down at the inner crotch area of the pants and looked up at Elvis with wide eyes. “Did you- is that-“ you stuttered out. This was the first time he’d ever worn them and from the moment he put them on to now you were watching him perform on stage, how could’ve this happened you thought. “Uhh yeah” Elvis nervously giggled out. “Elvis you came in your pants, on stage!? In front of all those people? With cameras recording you? How did this happen?” You were beginning to laugh at him, but at the same time the thought that at some point when he was on stage he ejaculated, turned you on. “Well I- I didn’t mean to, it’s just the guitar it vibrates and we’ll - it just happened” he replied smiling down at your shocked face. “You’re crazy Elvis Presley” you giggled shaking your head, “ok go have a shower, sweaty boy” you teasingly pushed him towards the bathroom and handed him his towel.

Whilst Elvis was in the shower Jerry knocked on the door and brought a basket full of goodies from Steve binder, congratulating Elvis on a great first taping. “Oh wow, thank you Jerry, Elvis is in the shower but I’ll show him, tell Steve thank you too!” You grabbed the basket and placed it on the coffee table in front of the lounge. It had champagne, chocolates, strawberries, cigars and a huge bouquet of lollipops. Feeling a little snackish you took one of the many lollipops and began eating it whilst waiting for Elvis. Soon after he came out of the shower in just his black silk robe. “Oh we got a delivery” he said “yes Jerry brought it, it’s a congratulations gift for you, from Steve”. You saw him staring at you cheekily, confused you asked “what is it?”, “enjoying the lollipop?” he said, chuckling “oh sorry I should’ve asked before I took one”, “oh no it’s not that” he walked towards you smiling. He sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh rubbing it slowly whilst still staring at you a little too hard. “Lemme taste that lollipop” he said. Confused why he wanted the one you were already sucking on you asked him if he wanted one for himself “no no let me taste it from those lips” he cusped your cheek as you moved the lollipop away from your mouth with a pop and he kissed you softly. “Mm strawberry” he giggled. Although you and Elvis were in an established relationship, and you did some not so innocent activities together you were still very innocent in your mind, never understanding the dirty jokes Elvis and the Memphis mafia occasionally crack. After all you were much younger than him and were a virgin when the two of you met, so you have been rather sheltered. You brought the lollipop back to your mouth whilst he still stared at you so you looked back, the two of you holding eye contact. “You enjoy sucking on that, don’t you baby” , still totally naive to why seeing you eat a lollipop was making him act so odd you said “yes it’s yummy, why?” he chuckled knowing that you had no idea what you were doing to him. Seeing you suck away innocently on your strawberry lollipop was reminding him of other things. “Not the only thing you liked sucking on huh baby girl” he whispered in your ear whilst kissing you all over the side of your neck and jaw. Finally it clicked what he was going on about. You realised that all this time whilst you were sucking on your lollipop it was turning him on immensely. You pulled the lollipop from your lips and began kissing him. His famous smirk spread over his lips knowing that it probably just clicked to you that you were driving him wild. “Will you suck something else for me baby?” Elvis cooed in your ear, “mm yes, what would that something be?” You replied teasing. He undid his silk robe, exposing his totally naked body, you glanced down at him seeing how turned on he was, he was fully hard already. “How about this something” he teased.

You got off the couch and bent down in front of him slowly stroking his member up and down, a groan escaping his lips. You could tell he must’ve been pent up all day considering the fact that just some guitar vibrations made him cum in his pants on stage. You decided to tease him just a tad, kissing all over his thighs getting closer, and closer before slowly peppering kisses up his shaft, stopping before you reached the tip. You looked at him with big eyes flickering innocently at him, making him wait. “Please baby, don’t tease, give me that sweet mouth of yours” he groaned out whilst wiggling around on the couch, desperate for some friction. You made your way back down to his crotch and began to lightly suck away at his tip before taking him in as much as you could. “Uh fuck” Elvis moaned, his head flying back in pleasure. You continued bobbing your head up and down whilst he grabbed your hair with his left hand, making it into a makeshift ponytail. “You doing so good for me mama” his moans egging you on to push him deeper in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His hips began to match your movements, lightly thrusting into your mouth whilst he trailed his right hand down your body until he settled on your ass, giving it a playful slap. You couldn’t help but to let out a moan from his touch, sending vibrations through his cock. This was enough to send him over the edge, you felt him beginning to twitch in your mouth, you both knew he was close. He tapped your cheek signalling for you to take him out of your mouth, he slid out, and a pop came from your lips. Although you and Elvis had been together for a while, he always viewed you as his “little girl” and although you sure got up to unholy things together he couldn’t bring himself to cum in your mouth just yet, although you wouldn’t mind if he did. He helped you to your feet “lay on the couch honey” he whispered kissing your neck. You laid down whilst Elvis began to take off your nightgown you had changed into just before Jerry knocked on the door, exposing your almost naked body. Elvis then climbed on top of you, he began jerking himself off and within less than 5 seconds he came all over your stomach and chest, letting out a loud groan.

You laid there looking at the mess he made all over you, you needed him right now. He pulled you down closer to him and now it was your turn. He placed soft but passionate kisses from your ankle up to your top of inner thigh, first your right leg then your left. You were practically dripping at this point, desperate now for his mouth on you. He slowly peeled off the only piece of fabric left on you, his favourite lace panties of yours. He began to kiss around your outer lips before licking a strip from your entrance up to your clit. His tongue flicked over your aching clit a handful of times until he began to suck, looking up at you with those bedroom eyes. You couldn’t help but to moan out “oh god Elvis”, you were a mess under him unable to keep still, he had his hands on each side of your hips as an attempt to settle your movements. Just when you feel yourself getting closer he slid two fingers inside of you, pumping with a come-hither motion sending your vision blurry with pleasure. He was going so hard at your g-stop causing you to be so fucked out with utter pleasure and barely able to mutter out words. Although suddenly the pressure in the pit of your stomach started to feel like it was going to burst, but the feeling was different to a usual orgasm, it almost felt like you were going to pee. Worried you lifted your head and said “Elvis stop, I feel like I’m going to pee or something”. Knowing exactly what was happening to you he chuckled and instead of stopping went even faster hitting your g-spot and sucking at your clit. “Elvis” you cried out, confused why he kept going, he took his mouth for a brief moment from your clit “don’t worry baby, you’re not going to pee, I think you might squirt” he smirked at you before quickly making his way back down to you. “Squirt?” you questioned. before he could even answer though the tight coil in your belly snapped, “holy shit e” you cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Looking down you realised that wasn’t the only wave you were experiencing, you were squirting just like he said all over the couch and him.“Uh what just happened” you spoke trying to catch your breath. “You squirted” Elvis laughed. “I didn’t even realise that can happen, how did you do that to me” you chuckled. “Oh just a trick I know” he said, winking at you.

You both were a mess, you still covered in his cum and Elvis covered in your own juices, although you thought he would be exhausted from his long day, he wasn’t done yet. Pulling you up off the lounge, he took your hand and walked you into his bedroom. After the two of you rolled around playfully on the bed the kisses he was leaving all over you were turning more hungry and the fire of lust in his eyes was intensifying. He crawled up to the top of the mattress, sitting against the bed head with his legs spread wide. “Come here baby girl” he spoke as he started stroking his cock up and down. You straddled him and began to grind up against his member. You then lifted your hips slightly to allow him to slide in, he grabbed his cock and carefully entered you whilst you sunk your hips back down on him. The pair of you letting out a moan. He let you get adjusted for a second and kissed down your neck “Mm Elvis” you moaned to him. Slowly you began to ride him as he sucked away on each of your nipples.“Oh god baby you feel so good” he mumbled out against your chest. Hungry for more, he placed each of his hands on your ass and began to thrust up into you, your thrusts matching one another’s. You both stared into each other's pleasure filled eyes before your lips found each other’s. His tongue licking over your lips begging for entrance, you abided, your mouths dancing with one another as he moved one hand down to your clit rubbing it gently. Your moans and his grunts filled the room, you hoped nobody was in the dressing room next door because you knew if someone was they were bound to hear the two of you. Bouncing up and down on him you felt your muscles contracting and you knew you were close. “I’m gonna cum e” you moaned out, “do it honey, come all over my cock for daddy” those words were enough to bring you over the edge as you moaned out loudly in pleasure whilst the coil snapped in your stomach. Elvis wasn’t far behind, just seconds later you felt his clock twitch inside of you before warm liquid split out.

He stayed inside you for a moment, the both of you coming down from your high. “God I love you y/n” Elvis whispered, moving the hair out of your face. “I love you more e”. You slowly moved off him, looking down at the mess the both of you made all over yourselfs. You laid next to him, the both of you exhausted. “I can’t believe you had an orgasm whilst performing, in your pants!!” you said laughing at him, “I told you the vibrations, I don’t usually sit down to perform” he said laughing at himself. “Hey don’t come at me, as soon as I’m done performing you sit there in that see through nightgown sucking at a lollipop looking at me with fuck me eyes” he said chuckling, “I was not, I was just trying to enjoy a tasty sweet treat that’s all, you just have a dirty mind Mr Presley” you said lightly slapping him on his chest.

I hope you all enjoyed this one! Feel free to give me suggestions for future fics or recommendations on any ways I can improve. It would mean so much if you could reblog if you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair. 

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children. 

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction. 

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

���Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call. 

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

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Have the first chapter of the ficlet for the timestuck au :))

It’s about 1300 words

For context: Ford and Mabel have just convinced Fiddleford to help fix the time tape to get Mabel home. (This is set after fidds quit the project, Ford stumbled across Mabel on his way back from the diner- so everyone’s a bit of a mess but dad instincts kick in here yknow??)

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Although the couch was much warmer in comparison to the frigidness of the basement, Mabel couldn’t help the cold pit that formed in her stomach. Things were starting to go in the right direction for getting back to her time but.. were they?

Ford and Mcgucket had been practically avoiding each other like the plague. Anytime either of them needed something from the other it was always Mabel who had to speak for them. Sure it made sense they were upset with each other but how could they possibly get her home if they didn’t even look at one another? Grunkle Ford refused to stop working in the basement so he could keep watch over the portal and Mcgucket’s terms of never having to enter it again.. how was she going to get them in the same room? They hated each other.

But then when she brought up the time tape why had Ford immediately jumped to needing Mcgucket’s help?? Ford was a smart guy, and not that she didn’t like the extra company but if her Grunkle had been so angry at his old friend why ask him?

And in the future when they had watched Mcgucket’s memories he didn’t sound mad at Ford, just that he had wanted to forget. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to hold grudges either. Well, future him at least.

The strange air between them wasn’t the only thing that was throwing her off though. The whole house was wrong. It didn’t have any semblance of a home; more of a very disorganised library.

The mystery shack had never been the tidiest place but even when she and Dipper had first arrived Grunkle Stan had the place in organised chaos. Everything had a place and each place made sense at least. Here it was sporadic with no order like Ford had stopped during the middle of something and started a new task leaving previous items cluttered amidst coffee cups and stacks of books.

It was wrong in so many ways and there were so many things she missed from home. Even the little things. The murmuring of tourists in the gift shop, the mouldy spots on the roof, the spur of a tool from wherever Soos was fixing something in the shack, the weird gross smell of Grunkle Stan, Dippers late night reading, Pacifica's sweet perfume, Waddles’ hooves clicking along the floor-

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared down at her blanket. What if she never saw them again? What if Grunkle Ford and Mcgucket were never able to get her back home? Would she have to grow up here? What if she never saw waddles again? His swishy little face, his curly tail that bounced when the toddled behind her-

And Dipper? Would the next time she saw him be when they were born?? Thirty years from now?

Mabel’s head spun; all this time travel made her nauseous. Her chest ached and her hands were hot from wringing them on the scratchy fabric. She couldn’t think straight. It was just the swirling thoughts of her fate in solitude. All she could hear was her rhythmic heartbeat pumping another reason to miss her time into the front of her mind.

Her sweater was too tight, her headband too sharp, her cheeks were itchy from the waves of drying and flowing tears-

“-lright there sweet pea?”

A soft southern drawl from her side snapped her back. Mcgucket.

She didn’t hesitate to launch herself towards the familiar tone and bury her face in his green jacket. It smelt like a strange mix of tobacco, grease and molasses but that was closer to home than the stale dusty air of her surroundings.

“Shh shh shhh shh, it’s okay sugar plum.” He ran a hand through her hair and softly untangled any knots. “Ya’ wanna tell me what’s the matter?”

Mabel’s mouth immediately burst open with bubbling incomprehensible sobs.

“I wanma go h-homemm, Dippmffft, grunkmplmh stamm,” she took a breath and looked up at him with blurred eyes, “m-my pett pig waddles and h-his face.” And then she pressed herself back into his side. Each breath she took shook her body but it was stifled by Fiddleford hugging her closer.

“Hmmmm, a pet pig huh?” He paused and tapped his fingers on her back in contemplation.

“Did future me ever tell ya’ tha’ I grew up on a hog farm?”

Mabel stopped for a moment to look up at him with a trembling lip. “N-no, I-I don’t think s-so?”

Mcgucket drew back with a faux sound of horror. “Well, I never! I can’t ‘lieve this feller’! Ya’ hav’ a pig and ‘e didn’t even offer some advice!”

Mabel smiled and rubbed her nose on her sleeve.

“Naw’ darlin’ here.” Fiddleford reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief for her.

“T-thank you.”

“It’s tha’ least I could do after withholdin’ my advice in the future, or is it before..” He chuckled and shifted to rest his chin on top of Mabel’s head. “I’ll have to remember to tell ya ‘bout it”

Mabel stiffened and wiped her eyes again but didn’t comment.

Maybe it was best not to ask her...

“Now waddles?” he hummed. “I gotta say Mabel that’s a mighty fine name for’ a pig I reckon. The little fellers do tend ta’ waddle about.”

“Y-yeah.” Her voice quivered in reply and she absentmindedly latched onto the sides of his jacket and pulled them in over herself. “He- I miss him.”

Fiddleford could feel Mabel beginning to shake again and he wracked his brain for something else to talk about. He may not have known her for very long but it was heart breaking for such a bubbly kid to be so disquieted.

“How does he fancy the banjo?”

“The banjo?” She turned and lifted her head to look up at him with big eyes and Mcgucket’s heart melted. Mabel may as well have been Stanford’s kid in his eyes, each little mannerism was instantly recognisable as one as Ford’s.

“Uh huh, piglets on the farm used’ ta’ love it! ‘Td help ‘em drift off ta’ sleep in a big stack.”

He grinned at Mabel’s gasp and the way her eyes lit up when she spun around to look at him.

“In a piggy pile?” she started to bounce with enthusiasm.

“In one ‘o the biggest piles ‘o piglets a‘round!” He poked her nose eliciting a giggle.

“Old ma- I mean Mcgucket can you pretty please teach me to play? I-I’ll uhh umm I’ll draw one of my famous catacatures for you!!”

Mabel’s energy was contagious but Fiddleford couldn’t help his knee from bouncing slightly as he sheepishly looked past her to the door.

“Oh uh not that’ I don’t want one of yer drawins’ girlie but I’m not uhh too sure that’s such a good idea, Stanford’s mighty busy at work an’...”

He looked down to see Mabel’s eyes were full of stars as she was practically buzzing with excitement that he hadn’t seen since he met her. Fidds couldn’t help but feel delight at the sight. Just like Stanford.

“Hehaha ‘lright but if we hear Ford comin’ up we ‘ave to hide my banjo ‘else I’ll never see it ‘tagain.”

“Ahh thank you thank you thank you!!” Mabel wrapped him in a tight hug and it was as though all her upset had been transferred into her keenness for a banjo lesson.

Fiddleford stood, and helped Mabel out of her cocoon of blankets before fixing his glasses.

“Ahaha okay okay hush now aha we’ve gotta’ be a bit more quiet kidlet.”

His smile faltered as he saw his hand rising to grip his hair, Mabel must have noticed too because she quickly held onto it and subtlety swung it back and forth as they went to collect the instrument.

[starpollen1998]

Uber Allergic: A Romance - part 1 / ?

I don’t know what it is with me and cars lately.  Maybe because I haven’t driven one in nearly 4 years, or maybe because I had a plot bunny about a hired driver and then couldn’t decide which direction to take it.  So, naturally, I wrote 2 stories. A warning: I have never taken an Uber.  I have used a similar company in the country where I live, so I imagined it would be the same.  Apologies for any mistakes.  Hope you enjoy!

The Ride - Part 1

When I saw him standing on the curb waiting, I couldn’t help but blink. And then swallow hard.  The man was stunning: tall, broad-shouldered, long-limbed, with a perfect jawline and dazzling smile.  His hair was that rare coiff that crested like waves from his head, barely brushing his ears, thick and tawny like a lion. When he dropped into the back seat, I saw his eyes were a stunning shade of blue.

I’ve had attractive men in my car before, sure.  But none quite as mind-blowing as this one.

“Heya, darlin’,” he quipped, firing off a devastating wink at me through the rear view mirror.

“Hi,” I replied, barely able to get that single syllable past the lump in my throat.  I prayed I could focus on the road in front of me and not the Greek-god-incarnate in the back seat.  He was headed across town, a trip that would take us roughly 40 minutes.

We rode in silence for almost a full minute, him tapping away on his cell phone while I gritted my teeth and forced my gaze at the horizon. Occasionally I glanced at the GPS, checking that we were on track.

Then…

“heHH?...”

I couldn’t help it.  My eyes darted up to the rear view mirror.

I watched as Greek-god pinched his nostrils shut, rubbing in hard, tight circles, finishing with a small shake of his head, blue eyes blinking furiously.  Was it my imagination, or did those eyes seem to be getting red?

I kept driving.

Not even a minute later…

“heh-heHH?...”

Once more, my eyes snapped like magnets to the rear view mirror.  My passenger was frozen in classic pre-sneeze expression: eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, lower lip trembling… nostrils flared, the tip of his prominent nose visibly twitching.  His elegant head turned left, then right, and then…

“heght--SHHzzztT!!”

He sneezed - snapping into his elbow at the last second.

“B-... Bless you,” I stammered, sure I was blushing red as a tomato.

But Greek god wasn’t done.

He raised his head, eyes still shut, shoulders bouncing with stuttering hitches.  My eyes were darting between the road ahead and the rear view mirror, terrified that I was either going to rear-end someone … or miss one second of the spectacle in the back seat.  

Then - a red light.

Thank you! I screamed in my mind to whatever higher power was listening.

When I came back to the rear view mirror, his right hand was raised, hovering loosely cupped, nostrils stretching into little round O’s, his upper lip curled back from gleaming white teeth…

“hegt--SCHgtT!!” he snapped down, visibly misting the hand. This time he stayed down, and I could almost see his abs rippling beneath his button-up shirt.  “eegh--SCHHtT… aAH-SCHTch-u!!”

“Bless you,” I barely breathed, glad that this particular red light seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual.

His voice - husky and a little congested - floated up from behind the hand still cupped to his nose.

“... snfll… thanks, darlin’.  … sdrfl…. Don’t suppose you h-have… sdrffl…  any tissues?”

Fumbling, I opened the glove box and pulled out the stack of drive-through napkins I kept stashed away for emergencies.  Usually spilled coffee.  Twisting in my seat, I set the stack on his left knee, fingertips brushing the hard muscles of his thigh.

Peering through the tawny strands of hair that had been knocked loose by the fit, his eyes crinkled with a smile.  “Thanks.”  

An impatient honk made me jump.  Heart pounding, I whipped back around to face the road and eased us forward through the intersection.  His soft chuckle made my ears burn, sure that I was blushing fire-engine red by now.

I heard soft blowing, more wet sniffles, and managed to catch in the mirror when he stretched two KFC napkins between both hands and muffled a wet double: “t’SCHmp--g’SCHHm!”

“Bless you,” I managed, happy when my voice sounded even and calm, even though my hands were gripping the steering wheel hard.

“Darlin’ you don’t… hH!--... have to say that every time… snffl---hHehH!--... l-looks like I m- muhH!-HGK’tSCHHt!... excuse me.  I might be at this a while...”  Taking another napkin from the dwindling stack, he pinched it around his nose and rubbed again in small, fast circles, brows drawing together in concentration.

Grateful for another red light, I stared into the mirror.  My passenger had a fist full of crumpled napkins in one hand, the other pinching and rubbing desperately at increasingly pinkening nostrils.

“Does… this happen often?”

Another husky chuckle, which deteriorated into more hitching breaths and another itchy-sounding sneeze. “hgz’CHHT! … Depends,” he breathed, bringing the knot of used tissues up to dab at his watering eyes.  “Do you have a c-... hHihh!... a cat?”

The Ride - Part 2

 My mouth dropped open, eyes wide.  He saw my expression in the mirror and gave another chuckle.  Swiping a knuckle under his nose, he flashed me a wry grin.  “Well, that explains it.”

 “I’m sorry,” I looked back at him, stricken.

 “Nah, don’t worry about it,” he gave a dismissive shake of his lion’s head.  “You couldn’t know.  heh-GSCHhtu!... And it’s not like there’s a box to tick in the app, or anything. ...snfl…  ‘Driver has pets.’ ...sdrfl … A lot of people do.  Have pets.”

 “I know,” I replied softly, turning the wheel smoothly as we rounded a corner.  “But I can still be sorry that you’re… you know…”  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.  I couldn’t even glance in the mirror.

 But I heard the smile in his voice when he said, “It’s fine.  Really.  It h--hH!  hg’zCHHt!-heh’GZShht!... excuse me.  It happens a lot, actually. snfl.”  

 That did make me glance at the mirror, brows raised in surprise… and interest.  “Really?”

 Greek god had placed the growing pile of used napkins in the seat beside him, frowning down at both his watch and the small stack of napkins still on his leg. The tip of his nose was flushing a tell-tale pink, blue eyes definitely red-rimmed.  He blinked rapidly and sniffled constantly, dabbing at his eyes or wiping at his nose, overall looking the very picture of ‘itchy’ and ‘allergic.’

 “Yeah,” he replied, breath spiraling in preparation for another sneeze… but it left him last-minute, causing him to give a frustrated cough. “I’m allergic to most animals, but you might say I’m… uber allergic to cats.”  Those stunning blue eyes twinkled at me in the mirror, followed by a mischievous wink.

 “Why risk taking an Uber, then?”

 “Well, as cliché as it sounds... my car is in the shop.”

 “Oh?”

 “Yeah, snffll, I got a… hH!--... a recall letter.  Better safe tha-… heh-GSCHt--ahh-GSCHu!... ugh. Apologies.”

 We chatted a little more during the ride, about his job as an IT consultant and my 3 jobs: kindergarten teacher, waitress at Olive Garden, and Uber driver.  By the time we reached his destination I had counted no less than 56 sneezes, nearly always he followed up with ‘excuse me,’ or some other polite apologetic. He had used my entire stash of emergency napkins, and his handsome face was a bleary, blotchy wreck: nose red, eyes puffy, voice croaky and thick with congestion.

 “I’m sorry, again,” I said when we stopped at the curb in front of his building. 

 “Add - agaid - you dod’t have adythig to be sorry for,” he rasped, palming the pile of used tissues and reaching for a few that had fallen to the floor.

 “Oh, I can do that,” I got out in a rush.  “You don’t have to--”

 “Oh, doh,” he chuckled, voice breaking on the second word like a prepubescent.  “I cad take by owd dirty tissues, darlid’.”  Glancing up, he gave me a soft smile.  “You’ve beed padiedt edough about all this.”  Maybe I imagined it, but it looked like he blushed just a little.

 “Well it’s my fault,” I insisted.  

 He opened his mouth to reply, but instead turned and gave a tired-sounding sneeze into his elbow. “H’eISCHt!... gkm, pardod.”

 “Bless you,” I murmured. 

 “You dow, sdrfl, I usually dod’t like it whed people say that…”

 “I’m sor--”

 “But sobehow whed you do,” he glanced back, swiping a knuckle under his nose and giving that same, soft smile.   “I dod’t mide.”

 He exited, leaving me staring after him with a mixture of warmth and confusion.  Definitely one of the most… unusual... rides I’d ever had. 

 Throwing the lever into park, I got out to do my usual check of the interior in case the passenger had left something behind. A flash of white tucked by the seatbelt latch caught my eye.  Thinking Greek god must have missed one of the used napkin wads, I reached for it. 

 And pulled out a business card.

 “C. B. Decker - Sunfire Technology”

 I turned it over.

 “Thanks for the ride...  Have dinner with me sometime?”   

I pulled my head out of the car, staring over my shoulder at his building.  I wasn’t sure, but it looked like someone was standing just inside the glazed doors, watching.  Turning back to the card in my hand, I bit my lip.  It was a violation of my Uber contract if I said yes.  

 But.

 That guy...

 Aw, hell.  I could get by without the income.  Probably.  

Maybe.

 I looked back at the building, and was now sure I could make out his tall silhouette, tawny mane just a bit disheveled.  The figure suddenly bent forward, and I knew. 

 I kept my eyes on the building as I made a show of putting the card into my pocket.  It wasn’t a no.  But it wasn’t a yes.  

 Not yet. 

 As I drove home for the night, my imagination spun out as I deliberated whether or not to accept.  One, he knew I had a cat, was apparently ‘uber’ allergic... and wanted to see me again, anyway.  Two, I had been getting tired of driving 30 hours a week, and maybe I could arrange to suspend my contract.  Or I could quit, and then get rehired if things didn’t work out… or, if they did... 

 I crawled into bed, reaching up to stroke Sheba where she always slept on the second pillow. She made a little mew, flipping her head upside down and curling tighter into a furry ball. 

 As I drifted off to sleep, his delicious sneezes echoed in my dreams…

[xlovingdalosersx]

Play (part 2)

Word count: 1,142

Bill walked nervously into the auditorium, bright lights flashing in all directions. Bill smiled and walked backstage. He spotted Mr Greene talking to Mrs Costello. Mr Greene started laughing at something Mrs Costello said but he stopped when he seen Bill. “Bill! There you are!” Mr Greene cheered. “Hi M-Mr Greene, hello Mrs C-C-Costello” Bill replied. “So, today Bill, I want you to go and read through scene 5: Capulet’s orchard for me. This is the scene you will be doing first! Y/N will meet you in room 5 ok Bill?” Mr Greene explained. “Y-y-yes Mr Gr-G-Greene” Bill said meekly. His heart skipped a beat. He was going to be in the same room as Y/N alone for the first time. Bill shook his head and walked to room 5, stopping before the door. Cautiously he opened it...

Y/N was sitting on a comfy office chair going through her lines under her breath. She looked up when she heard the door open and smiled when she saw Bills face. “Hi Bill! I’m so happy to be working with you!” she cheered, holding out your hand. Bill shook your hand gently. “I’m really h-happy to work w-with you Y/N” Bill smiled, “I h-hope you d-don’t m-m-mind my st-stutter”. Y/N looked surprised for a minute and then laughed. “It’s ok Bill, I think it’s cute!” Y/N smiled. Bill blushed but tried to hide it to Y/N’s amusement. “Well, let’s get started then. Did Mr Greene tell you what scene we have to be working on?” Y/N asked. “Uhh y-yes. It’s sc-scene f-five” Bill remembered. “Well, let’s get started!” Y/N yelled making Bill laugh.

For the next hour and a half, Bill and Y/N acted their way through scene five until they’d mastered it. “That was such a good session! I didn’t know you were such a good actor Bill!” Y/N complimented. “Tha-thanks! You were a-awesome too!” Bill said, blushing. “Well, I gotta head out Bill but I really enjoyed today!” Y/N smiled. She then gave him a quick hug as Bill gasped and then she was gone, leaving Bill flustered.

Over the next 12 weeks, the pair got closer and closer, often hanging out at school. Richie constantly flirted with her, which she laughed at and flirted back. Bill couldn’t help feeling pangs of jealousy whenever they flirted around. The rest of the losers just watched in amusement. The play was really starting to come together and suddenly it was only 3 days away. “How come I d-didn’t r-realize that it was th-this clo-close?!!” Bill ranted to Eddie, Stan and Richie. “Well idiot, if you had payed attention to the date, you would have noticed” Stan smiled, rolling his eyes. Bill frowned at his friend, “B-but it went b-b-by so quickly!”. “Ugh chill dude, just calm downnn. It’s not the end of the fucking world if it’s three days away” Richie groaned. “As much as I hate to agree with Richie,” Eddie moaned, “he’s got a point Bill. From what you’ve told me, you and Y/N have practiced the stupid play about one million times! You’ll be fine!” Eddie sighed. “Are y-you sure I’ll be fine?” Bill muttered. “Yes Bill! You’ll be fine!!” Richie yelled. “It’s me you have to worry about anyways!! What about all the people there that might have diseases or something?!! I’m going to have to wear protective gear!” Eddie whined. “Eds don’t worry! I’ll be there with you!” Richie smirked. “Ew, now I really am worried” Eddie said grumpily. Richie simply flipped him off followed by a side hug. “EW RICHIE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GERMS YOU COULD BE SPREADING BY THAT AND I-“ Eddie started but Stan interrupted. “Let’s get some ice cream” he said quickly. Bill was glad Stan had suggested getting ice cream because it had taken his mind off things for a while but when he said goodbye to the losers, it all came flooding back to him.

It only occurred to Bill that him and Y/N had never actually done any of the kiss scenes in the script. He remembered her saying that they should save it for the big night. Bill slapped his forehead sighing. Now he was even more worried.

It was the big night. Bill peeked out of the curtains to the audience and immediately spotted the rest of the losers. He laughed to himself as Richie stole the popcorn Eddie had in his hand. Eddie nearly had a heart attack and slapped Richie. Stan sat beside Richie, looking very annoyed, glad he had Mike on his other side. Beverly and Ben were laughing and spotted Bill peeking out of the curtains. Bill waved slightly and they all waved back. He was watching Eddie run off to buy another popcorn when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he spun around. “Hi” Y/N smiled. “Oh h-hi” Bill said blushing a lot, she looked beautiful standing there. “So, uh I just wanted to wish you good luck!” Y/N said. “Oh th-thank you! G-good luck t-t-to you too!” Bill stuttered, still admiring Y/N. Y/N gave him a quick smile and hurried off to her friend. It felt like it was only five minutes later and suddenly the lights dimmed and it was showtime...

It was the scene Bill had been dreading. He was doing so well and now, well, he wanted to run off the stage screaming. But Y/N smiled at him and he didn’t feel afraid anymore. They were about ten centimeters away...five...they were so close... and suddenly she pressed her lips into his and he did the same. He heard Richie wolf whistling and yelling “GET SOME BILL!!!” but Bill didn’t care, all he cared about was the girl right in front of him.

The rest of the play was a blur but Bill enjoyed it to say the least. When it was over, all the losers came over to congratulate Bill on his spectacular performance. “You did so good Bill!” Beverly cheered. “It was a great performance” Stan smiled. “Eurgh, did you really have to kiss her like ten times Bill? I mean all those germs ew! But I really liked the play!” Eddie groaned smiling. Richie just flipped him off. Ben and Mike clapped him on the back. “Th-thanks guys! I’m r-really happy you a-all came!” Bill laughed. The losers all went to go and book a reservation at a nearby diner when Y/N came up to Bill. “That was a great performance!” Y/N cheered. “Oh ye-yeah! It was a-amazing!” Bill stuttered. “Well, I want to ask you something” Y/N muttered. “What I-is it?” Bill asked, genuinely surprised. “Would you like to be my boyfriend?” Y/N blurted out. Bills jaw dropped. After a few moments, her leaned forward and kissed her chastely. Y/N laughed against his lips and pulled away. “I’ll take that as a yes Denbrough”.

[a-student-out-of-time]

where's Natsumi btw

Alright, so where should we go next? I think our best stop is Hinata’s house, but there’s also Chiaki-chan’s-

What’s that about Hinata?

Huh?! N-Natsumi-chan...

Natsumi. Going to see Gekkougahara?

Honami. Yeah, actually, I was.

Where’re you three headed?

None of your business.

What, are you gonna have a foursome with him?

What?!

Gross.

Th-Tha-That isn’t at all what’s happening!

M-More importantly, didn’t you hear about what happened yesterday? The school’s been threatened, so-

Honey, I’m a Yakuza. If I had a yen for every time I’d been threatened, I could buy out this school.

Actually, why are you all here then? Sato’s still suspended, right?

Just until the summer’s over, then I’ll be back.

We just wanted to make sure everyone’s okay, and that nothing weird’s been happening.

I see. So what about Hinata?

Well, we haven’t heard from him in a while, and we wanted to make sure everything’s okay with him.

Yeah. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard from him in a while. Or from Tsumiki.

...Something going on between them?

That’s...kinda what we’re trying to figure out, actually. It’s complicated though.

There’s a lot going on right now, and we’re trying to make sense of it all.

Complicated, huh?

Hrgh.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta see my therapist.

Yeah. I understand.

And hey, listen. It’s not like I really care or anything...

But don’t do anything stupid.

Fuyuhiko likes you all. So don’t getting yourselves in trouble or anything, or I’ll kill you all myself.

Uhh....a-alright. We’ll keep that in mind, thank you.

Don’t mention it.

Seriously.

Anyway, see ya ‘round, chumps.

*Natsumi walks off into the school*

Jeez, when’d she turn into a tsundere?

How’s the view from that glass house of yours?

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication, black out reader pronouns: she/her Daryl started to stir when he heard someone coming down the steps to his basement space, but he wasn’t fully awake until there was a light rap on the door, followed by the sound of your voice. That jolted him upright. “Daryl? Are you awake?” Ahh, fuck... He clutched a hand to his pounding head and squeezed his eyes shut. Shit. Why had he drank so damn much last night? “Daryl? Please at least just answer me so I know you’re alright,” you said through the door. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and planted them on the floor, realizing his boots were still on. “Uhh, yeah... ‘M up. Hang on a second,” he drawled. He hastily tried to smooth his wild hair.  He glanced down at what he was wearing. His clothes had deep wrinkles in them. He must have slept like the dead... He went to the door and pulled it open. You were standing at in the doorway looking somewhat worried. “Hey.” ”Hey...” you said, a little hesitantly for some reason. “How are you feeling?” Why did you look so on edge? Daryl cleared his throat. “‘M fine. Er—I mean... my head hurts...” he admitted with a dry laugh.  You nodded seriously, the creases in your brow staying put. “I’m sorry if I woke you up... I just thought we should talk after last night... Sooner rather than later.” You watched a flash of confusion flicker over his features. “Righ’—last night. Uhh...” He scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his neck. “W—what ‘bout last nigh’?” An expression of sudden understanding dawned on you and Daryl thought that your cheeks flushed pink. “Oh. You don’t—don’t remember?” He chewed on his bottom lip and shrugged vaguely. “Nah, I—I mean, with this hangover I got I ain’t surprised.”

”Oh—umm...” You forced yourself to pull in a deep breath. Daryl’s heart started to race. “I hope I wasn’t an asshole... I can be kind of an asshole when I drink. And I dunno why I drank so damn much in the first place,” he murmured. For some reason this caused a queer sort of half-smile to appear on your face, and you felt a warmth in the middle of your chest again. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because you were too drunk to stand straight...” Daryl ducked his head, embarrassed and now thoroughly worried. “Sorry...” You debated for a moment whether to tell him what had happened at all, or whether you should just try to pretend like it hadn’t happened. But that would be damn near impossible for you... just the thought of it sent a shock like electricity right up your back, tingling and warmth and hair standing on end. “You picked a fight with Aiden,” you said. “I had to stop you from beating him to a pulp.” Daryl hazarded a glance up at you, trying to read your expression. “So, tha’s why my hand hurts.” He wasn’t expecting you to go on. ”And then you—” you froze and sighed, meeting his nervous blue eyes. “Well, I helped you home and you—” Daryl gulped again. “I what?”  ”You kissed me.” The words finally tumbled out in a rush. And then the two of you were just staring at each other. His mouth dropped open like he was about to speak but nothing came out for a long moment. His heart was absolutely pounding. Ya kissed her while ya were fuckin’ drunk and now ya dun even remember it. Ya fuckin’ idiot... “I—I dun—” ”Daryl, all I want to know is if that was just some whim, some drunken impulse with nothing behind it or whether it was—real? You don’t have to say anything else.”

He straightened up, his broad shoulders falling back again and he sighed. “Course it was real.” He watched your face crack into a wide smile. You felt like a weight had been lifted off you. ”Look, I’d kiss ya again righ’ now,” he said urgently, “but I think I probably smell like stale booze...” he drawled. ”I can wait another hour,” you replied.  Daryl had never gotten cleaned up so fast in his life. Prompt: “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because you were too drunk to stand straight.”

[gresiniracing]

What made you choose your favourite riders and why? :)

hm it depends on which one i will not go thru them all bc thas a lot so jus the ones i remember rlly! i already had Fondness for fabio + alex m b4 watching any races bc they r Neat :) + then i watched 2020 season + franky had (and still has 😌) a cool helmet ! and i thought his racing was cool and his first win made me cry + his hair is nice + i listened to some of his interviews and i just 🥰🥰🥰 yeah. 2020 moto2 season made me like enea + luca + bezz bc nice races + their interviews after races were always neat ! also the end of jerez w bezz + luca yes that made me like them. and uhh im rambling who else do i like uh ! darryn: overtakes r cool! jaume: i could point out his bike bc it was the leopard and i just liked him. also argentina 2019 made me cry lots bc happy when i watched it. there r more but is generally They Seem Neat based on driving or post-race interviews or my dash lmao

[shelbystrash666]

A/N

So this is based off of the chapter where juvia and the girls got shrunk and i wanted to make a little story of what happend next with juvia and gray so i hope you enjoy also there might be a little mature content!!!(also juvia is not going to talk in 3rd person shes just gonna talk normally)

No ones pov

As juvia grabbed her towel that was laying on the floor she wrapped it around herself she was embarrassed really embarrassed there were many people in the room like cana elfman gray and other people.

So then gray picked her up bridal style she was surprised but he ran to her room so she can get dressed, as they got to the room gray grabbed some of her clothes and pushed her in the bathroom.

"Y-You should put some clothes on." He said while going to sit on the bed.

After getting changed juvia sat next to gray on the bed.

"I-im sorry." She said with a sad tone.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"W-well i know it was weird me being in your mouth im sorry for being weird like that."

"I was the one to put you in my mouth i just didn't want elfman to see you naked or he'll start thinking dirty thoughts." He said trying to hide his face.

"I guess."

"B-but also like i said before your body is m-mine......so uh yeah." He screamed at himself in his head as turned over to look at juvia who was also blushing at the comment.

"I-I uhh!" She couldn't even speak. She then looked at gray and then looked away.

"Im serious." He said more calm while leaning over to look her in the eye.

Grays thoughts: shes cute when shes blushing. I did mean it before and can't forget what i said to the other juvia she means the world to me and i can't wait till this quest is over.

Gray was out of his thoughts when juva kissed him not on the cheek no on the lips he was surprised at first but he decided to kiss back then juvia broke the kiss.

"IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WENT OVER ME!" She got up and waved her hands in front of her.

"I-ill just leave!" She said as she was about to walk out gray grabbed her hand and pinned her down on the grand with him on top of her she was confused and flustered because gray wasn't wearing any clothes he was fully naked but he didn't notice all he thought about was looking at juvia.

"U-um gray your naked!" She finally told him but he made it look like he didn't even hear her he got up and went to go put his clothes on.

"Do you mind if i stay here tonight juvia?" He ask while putting his shirt back on.

"Sure just don't strip please." She complained he smirked and said "can't promise that!" He walked into the bathroom he desided to take a shower once he got out he saw juvia already asleep he smiled to himself and whispered "i love you." He peeked over to make sure she didn't hear him but she sure did.

-

Next morning

Juvias pov

I woke up with the sun right in my eye i've always loved that when i wake up in tha past when it rained all the time it was always dark in the morning.

I felt a strong arm wrapped around me i look over to see gray with a cheapy smirk and he was......naked of course why did i even bother. It was quiet for a while until some stupid fire head barged in.

"ICE PRINCESS WAKE U-" he was cut off when he saw juvia and gray in the bed together and seeing gray shirtless but juvia clothed he then smirked then went closer to the bed.

I was pissed im usually a morning person but i hate when people yell in the morning so i stood up turned towards natsu and glared at him at first.

"U-uh hey juvia s-sorry ill just go." He said nervously but i wasn't gonna let him off the hook so i punched him in the stomach and threw him out the window second thing i knew gray wakes up.

"What was that?" He question i glared back at him to because i remember specificity to not strip in my bed but i just decided to take a breath.

"Oh you know natsu barging in yelling im surprised you didn't wake up."i looked at him as i went to the bed.

"Eh im use to it also why did you glare at me like that it kinda gave me the chills which i only get from erza?" I chuckled a mad laugh.

"Well you see look under the blankets." He looks under the blankets and what does he find he finds himself naked.

"I-im sorry." As he is on the floor begging to me he's lucky im not in a bad mood.

"Your lucky im in a good mood or else so help me i will throw you out that window like i did to natsu!" I glared at him he rushes to his clothes.

"Wait you threw him out the window good job." He started laughing.

"Well i don't it when someone yells in the morning. Well im going to go take a shower." I walked over to the bathroom.

"Ok well i'll wait for you out here maybe do you wanna grabbed breakfest?"

"Sure." I yell from out the bathroom.

No ones pov

Juvia finally gets dressed thhey both went down stairs and head into town to look for a place to eat but before they did they ran into erza.

"Gray fullbuster!" That is when you know he did something wrong.

"What we were just about to go eat breakfest." He complained.

"So is true you were in the same bed with juvia but naked!" She glared at him he tried to ask juvia for help but she already dozed of while looking at levy and gajeel she had a sweet smile.

"I-" he tries to explain but he got punched.

"Your a pervert!!!" She then walked away.

He tried getting juvias attention but she was still looking at gajeel and levy she really admired their relationship she was happy to see gajeel happy and starting a family she finally got out of her trance and saw gray on the ground.

"im guessing erza got you." She kneeled down and chuckled he put a thumbs up and got up.

"Well then lets go eat now shall we!" She gave the cutest smile grays heart fluttered as his face tinted pink.

-

At breakfest

"So can we keep this morning and last night a secret?" Gray asked as they were eating the food.

"Of course i'd like that to." She looked sorta embarrassed as she was blushing.

"Can i mention this morning before natsu barged in you had your arm around me and you a cheeky smile on you did you have a good dream or what was it?" Juvia asked as she looked up at him who was redder then erzas hair.

"Y-yeah it was a dream." He mumbled

"I bet it was a nice dream." She smiled and went back to her food.

"Yeah, yeah it was." He gazed at her.

In the dream

I woke up in a nice house he smelt eggs and bacon i stood up walked to the kitchen and i saw the cutest bluettte woman her hair was in braids she had a pink apron on and she had a kid on the side of her she was carrying a kid? Then she turns around.

"Good morning love how did you sleep? Storm go greet your dad." She put the kid down and the kid ran to me and gave me a hug i felt so warm i felt like this is where im meant to be with juvia living our lives.

"Yes i slept wonderful juv so what are you making?" I walked over to juvia i don't know why but this right here this scene feels right i fell right i couldn't be any happier but with her.

"Breakfest burritos." She said with a huge smile.

"Hey storm sweety can you go get me the tortillas out of the cabnet?"she kneeled down to his size and booped his nose.

"Yes mama!" He ran to the cabnet.

"Thank you sweety." She smiled and got back up and went to lean in for a kiss i grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. I was so happy.......

Dream over.

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