#will ever be done around the house if i leave

[cjlouwho]

oh damn, I forgot I wrote this for the fluff thing. This was done for @livelaughlou who isn't even on here right now 😭 but can enjoy it later. Here's sleepy cuddles:

“No.” Buck gripped onto Tommy's arm, not bothering to open his eyes.

“It's morning,” Tommy informed him, voice gravelly as he turned onto his side. He rested his free hand, the one not being held in a death grip by his boyfriend, on Buck's chest.

“Nothing to do today,” Buck reminded him. “Just stay here. All day.”

“What if I need to pee?”

“You don't.”

“How do you know?”

Buck kicked his leg out until it touched Tommy's foot. “Your feet get cold when you need to pee.”

Tommy snorted. “That doesn't make any sense, Evan!”

“It does! And you know it does because you don't need to pee.”

Tommy sighed, but scooted closer to Buck. “I was gonna make breakfast.”

Finally, Buck peeked his eyes open. “Tommy, if you get up, an asteroid will hurtle towards Earth and destroy us all.”

“So, me getting out of this bed would literally be the end of the world?” Tommy asked, pressing a kiss to Buck's shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“Seems dramatic, Evan.”

“Nope. Just the truth.”

“If I stay in this bed we'll starve to death.”

Buck maneuvered the two of them around until he was resting his head on Tommy's chest. “You can't get up when I'm using you as a pillow. It's the law.”

Tommy brought a hand to Buck's head, running his fingers through his hair. “Is this a new law? Don't think I've heard it before.”

“Athena, she just, uh, she just told me about it. Ten years imprisonment for getting out of bed when your partner is using you as a pillow.”

Tommy hummed, and Buck nestled in closer against the vibrations. “Ten years is a long time. I can't risk that.”

“I agree.”

“But what happens when your stomach starts growling?”

“We'll order food.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed. “We do still have to get the food though.”

Buck shook his head. “Not if I call Maddie,” he mumbled against Tommy's chest. “She has a key.”

“We're gonna call your sister to come over just to bring our food in the house?”

“Yes.”

“And we're not even going to get out of bed while she's here?”

“You got it.”

“Evan.”

“Why're you trying to leave me?” Buck asked, face scrunched up in a pout. “We've talked about my abandonment issues.”

“Oh my God,” Tommy laughed, and Buck couldn't help but smile against him. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who had a full day planned for today. Every hour scheduled. You broke out the clipboard at work, almost cost you your friendship with Eddie.”

“No, it almost cost me Eddie refusing to be my best man,” Buck corrected. “We don't have to meet him and Chim until eleven though. Wha' time's it?”

Tommy stretched out to look over at the clock. “Not quite nine.”

“Plenty of time.” He lifted his head just enough to press a kiss on Tommy's pec, then laid back down. “You can be my pillow until ten.”

Tommy smiled, reaching down to intertwine Buck's hand with his. He could feel the cold metal of Buck's ring against his skin, practically sparkling as light shined on it through their shades. “Guess it would be wrong to deny my soon-to-be husband, wouldn't it?”

“It would be very wrong,” Buck informed him. “Very, very wrong.”

“Okay then,” Tommy agreed, snuggling further into the bed and wrapping Buck up in his arms. “I'm your pillow until ten.”

Buck grinned, mumbling as he started drifting back to sleep, “I'm gonna love being married to you.”

“Yeah,” Tommy replied, feeling more content than he ever felt in his life, “me too.”

[semisasseater]

I don't like how you paint me― se-mi

⤷ Yet, I'm still here hanging

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader | genre : angst, hurt, romance for 1 second, drama| warnings : hurt, eavesdropping, self-doubt + insecurity, implied emotional neglect. | summary : Se-mi’s apartment had always felt like home to you—until you overheard her conversation with Min-su The words cut deep, shattering the sense of belonging you thought you had. Heartbroken, you leave without a word. | wc: 1,174 | authors note : guys i have something to say.. i fucking LOVE gabby also do yall fw the new layout?

if you enjoyed likes or reblogs would be amazing! feedback is appreciated also requests are open!!

Se-mi’s apartment had always felt like home to you. Maybe that was your mistake.

Your hoodie hung on the back of her chair. Your toothbrush sat next to hers in the bathroom. Your makeup cluttered the counter, your perfume lingered in the air. Every little thing made it seem like this was your place too, like you belonged there just as much as she did.

But you didn’t. Not really.

Not after what you heard.

It was supposed to be an ordinary night—one of many spent by her side. You had been talking, laughing, feeling the warmth of her attention. But when you went to grab a drink, you stopped in your tracks at the sound of her voice.

“No, Min-su, you—ugh. You just don’t get it. She’s just… how do I say it? Too clingy.”

Your heart stopped.

Min-su’s voice was hesitant. “Noona, don’t you think that’s a bit rude?”

“I know it sounds rude and stuff, but she acts like a fan. She’s obsessed with me! Name one time she lasted a week without sleeping over at my house. Almost all her clothes and makeup and shit are at MY place! Why can’t she just—I don’t know? Min-su, I already have a lot on my plate right now! I don’t need a clingy girl just hanging around my apartment like she lives there! She’s always coming without my permission and shit! She’s too much, she’s annoying, she always—”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest.

You turned on your heel and walked out before you could hear another word.

Did she really think that?

Like a fan? Like an overbearing nuisance?

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you swallowed them back. You couldn’t fall apart here, not in front of people, not when you needed to move.

You hailed a cab and went straight to her apartment—the apartment that was supposed to be your second home. And the moment you stepped inside, you saw just how much of yourself you had left there.

Clothes in the closet. Shoes by the door. Your favorite mug in her cabinet. Your books on her shelves.

God. No wonder she felt suffocated.

For the next hour and a half, you packed. Every little thing that was yours, you shoved into bags. One by one, her apartment stopped looking like yours and started looking like hers again. When you were done, there were four full bags of your belongings sitting by the door.

It finally looked like Se-mi was living alone.

Just like she wanted.

You stood there for a moment, forcing a smile despite the way your heart ached. You were being ridiculous, right? You were clingy. You were overbearing. You had practically moved into her space without asking. This was your fault, wasn’t it?

Your phone buzzed.

You looked down and saw her name flashing across the screen, dozens of unread messages filling your notifications.

“Y/n? Baby? Where are you?”

“Y/n, where did you go?”

“Baby, this isn’t funny.”

“You said you were just getting a drink. Where are you?”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Please come back.”

“Did you go back to the apartment?”

Your grip tightened around the phone. How ironic. She was acting worried now, like she hadn’t just been complaining about how much she wanted space from you.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Instead, you walked.

The 30-minute walk back to your own place felt longer than ever. By the time you got home, exhaustion weighed on your body, but the ache in your chest hurt more. You took a shower, scrubbing yourself clean, washing away the scent of her that still clung to you.

And then you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent but unstoppable.

Did she ever love you the way you loved her?

Was it all just too much?

The buzzing of your phone woke you at 1 AM.

More texts. More missed calls.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you left?!”

“Who picked you up?”

“Why’d you take your stuff? I was fine with it being here.”

“Y/n, just please tell me how you’re doing. I’m really worried.”

“Please, baby…”

“Y/n… I’m confused about all of this. You left the party randomly, then you took all your stuff back. What’s wrong?”

You laughed bitterly through your tears. What was wrong? Really?

You stared at the screen for a long moment before typing.

“I heard you.”

And then you turned off your phone.

You needed to change.

You needed to be less.

Less clingy. Less needy. Less overbearing.

Even if it hurt, even if it meant suppressing everything, you would do it.

If it would make Se-mi happy—

If it would make her stop seeing you as a burden—

If it would make her love you again—

Then you would.

Even if it broke you.

@semisasseater

[lila-went-missing]

Hiii, saw you wanted some requests for Sevika and I've had this idea bubbling up for a while. Imagine Vika with a reader that's normally experienced, yk has fucked one or two people before and it's not a sex god, and they're growing insecure about sevika never starting intimacy even after months of dating, so they think it's because they're not as good as the girl's she's been with before. Idk just thought that'd be good

I'm kind of obsessed with this, ngl. This isn't the first smut that I've written but it is the first smut that I've posted on here so feedback is always appreciated. Y'all will never guess... it's not proofread. Again. Enjoy my lovelies! X

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mild angst but nothing too horrible, mentions of body image issues but readers body type isn't specified or described.

Fem reader, of course, with female genitalia.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. She probably just wanted to take things slow with you. You weren't as experienced as her so she probably wanted to take her time.

That made sense for a while.

But now, after eight months together, you haven't had sex once. More importantly, she hasn't initiated it.

Realistically, you know that it's fine. There's plenty of reasons as to why nothing has happened so far. But that voice in the back of your head is doing a fantastic job of convincing you otherwise.

Sevika was kind of a sex symbol before you two got together.

She'd been with countless women, she was a regular at Babbettes. Her name was uttered on the streets like a sacred prayer.

You, on the other hand, have only been with two people: your ex, and a drunken one night stand that was less than satisfactory. So you did have sexual experience, but not nearly as much as her.

Honestly, it's starting to worry you.

Did she not like you? Was she not physically attracted to you? Was there something wrong with your body? Were you not showing enough skin?

Thoughts plagued your mind night and day. You were stuck in constant turmoil. It was impossible to stop your own brain once it got going.

It was taking everything in you to focus on the stove and not burn dinner.

You flinch at the sound of the door closing. Heavy footsteps sound through the house, approaching the kitchen.

Sevikas thick arms wrap around your midsection, her face making home in the side of your neck. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. The only sounds come from the meat sizzling in your pan. Moments like this make it easier to not think about the painful lack of aw sex life between you two.

Her lips purse, pressing small kisses against your skin. She hums against your neck.

"What are you cooking doll?" Her voice is muffled against your flesh but you understand her all the same.

"Spaghetti." You feel her smile.

"My favorite.." She mumbles. You hum a small "Mhm" before focusing back on the seasoned beef and water you're waiting for to boil. Her arms tighten ever so slightly, one hand slipping under your shirt. Her thumb caresses your bare skin.

It should be sweet but it really just drives the nail into the coffin for you.

Your voice comes out before you can stop it.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth.

"I- woah, what? Doll what do you mean?" She honestly sounds baffled.

"Forget I said anything, please. It doesn't matter."

Her hands gently grab your shoulders, turning you around.

"No way. What are you talking about?"

You shake your head. "It's stupid.."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you." She reassures you.

"It's just, we've been together for eight months, and we practically live together. But we haven't done anything. I know you don't have an issue having sex because half the undercity talks about how good you are and I just don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not appealing to yo-" Your rant is cut off by her lips. Her hands are holding you like glass, one on your cheek, one curled around your hip.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Her voice comes out as a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I made you feel like there was. I just knew that you don't have as much experience as I do. I didn't want you to feel rushed, or forced."

"Rushed? No, you could never.. I thought you just didn't want me that way." She immediately shakes her head. She kisses you again, more urgently this time.

Her hands grab anywhere they can, pulling you in. They're on your hips, waist, groping your ass.

"I do want you." Then they're picking you up and lifting you on the counter. "Let me show you how much I want you?" All you can do is nod as her lips trail down your neck. Her touch dances over your body, removing your top.

Her mouth follows soon after, sucking dark bruises into the skin on your neck and chest. She takes a nipple in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. A low whimper leaves your mouth at the new, but not unpleasant, sensation.

Her right hand copies her tongue's motions on the other, pinching and pulling. Your body trembles against the counter with need.

She moves away from your breasts, kissing and licking down your stomach to your navel. Her hands unbutton your pants. She looks up at you as she lowers herself to her knees, silently asking for permission. You nod your head. You don't trust your voice. Your pants are off in seconds and thrown somewhere in the kitchen that you'll worry about later.

Her hand splays across your stomach and gently pushes you to lay against the tile. It's cold against your bare and burning skin, your back arching off of it but she keeps your hips pinned down.

You gasp as her teeth nip at the skin of your thigh. A breathy laugh leaves her.

"Shut up.." You mutter.

"Didn't say anything."

Your eyes roll in fake annoyance but you don't get the chance to reply as the cold air hits your bare cunt. Her thumbs pull your lips apart, admiring the sight before her.

"Fuck doll, you're so wet. All of this for me?" Her voice is husky between your legs and it stirs something delicious in your belly.

"Yes, all for you Sev.." She chuckles. Her teeth take the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs. She kisses your hips and navel, sucking hickies and marking you as hers.

"Please, Vika. Need you.." You whine. You can't bring yourself to care about how desperate you sound. You're sure that you look even more so from her position.

It seems, though, that your prayers have been answered because as soon as the words leave your mouth hers is back on you. This time it's between your legs.

She licks a long stripe up your pussy before stopping to suck your clit into her mouth. A loud moan reverberates from your chest as you lean your head back into the counter. Her tongue kitten licks at the bud before suckling on it like shes trying to nurse herself.

You've had people eat you out before but never this well. You don't think it could get better than this.

She moves down, opting to fuck you with her tongue instead. You definitely understand the appeal now. You've given yourself plenty of orgasms but this is the fastest one has risen before.

She feels it in the way you clench around her tongue and moves back to your clit. Her fingers fill up the now empty space, fucking into you in a gently but rough way only she could manage.

She's eating you like a woman starved and with the lack of sex the two of you have had she may as well be. If you didn't know better you might think this is her last meal.

Gasps and whimpers leave your mouth in a desperate way you can't stop.

"Fuck Sev.. ngh~ m'gonna cum, please.."

She smirks against you once more, speeding up her ministrations.

"Come on my tongue baby, make a mess on me." Her voice is muffled against you cunt, vibrations travel through your clit with her words.

You last maybe thirty seconds longer, hand tangled in her hair, before releasing over her tongue.

She laps you up, milking you for all that you're worth. She's never tasted anything more delicious. Her mouth doesn't let up until your whimpering from the overstimulation and pushing her head away.

She looks you in the eye as she sucks her fingers clean before kissing back up your body. Her lips lock onto yours and you can still taste yourself on her tongue. It makes your head spin in a way you've never felt before.

When you come back to earth, her hand is running through your hair.

"I'm sorry I made you believe that I didn't want to do that." She mumbles. "But now I may need it to be a daily thing." You giggle at her words.

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind honestly." She helps you sit up, a large hand cupping your cheek. "You didn't get to cum.." You whisper as you lean in closer.

"Don't worry about me, I'll get my fill later." The look on her face tells you that this isn't over. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. You just worry about dinner okay?" She slips your panties back on along with your shirt.

You nod, sliding off the counter. You wince at the mess you made but she's already wiping it up. Her lips meet your temple as she mutters a low, "I love you."

"I love you more." She shakes her head, chuckling before walking back to her room. You feel much better now, and you really can't wait for what she meant by "later".

[akawifeyy]

LEMONADE | fic (DR3)

description: as much as he would miss the high-stakes lifestyle of formula 1, daniel ricciardo is ready to start fresh. and the perfect start seems to be in his hometown, where a little girl is running a lemonade stand.

tropes: meet-cute, happy ending, lemonade stand au!, single mum!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: mature content (!!), swearing

| note: i love dr3 soooo much y'all, i hope i did him justice 🫶

It all started with the lemonade stand.

A young girl, probably five or six years old, with curly brown braids tied up in pink ribbons, was standing by its side. She stood at attention like a miniature soldier, her eyes watching the street for potential customers.

The hand-painted sign swinging from the top read "Leia's Lemonade Stand" in blocky yellow writing, and a giant beaker of the refreshment was perched on the counter.

Daniel was intrigued. He patted his pockets, looking for any spare change, and found a wad of bills. "Hey," he greeted the little girl, who looked up at him with owlishly large eyes. "I'd like to buy some lemonade? One glass, please."

She beamed, dashing behind the counter to hand him a cool glass filled with sugary yellow liquid. "That'll be two dollars!"

"Here you go," Daniel said, counting out the money and leaving her some extra change, handing it to her. "Thank you for your service."

As Daniel was turning to leave, you walked up to the girl, who was your carbon copy, just a decade or two younger. You were her mother, Daniel assumed. "What do we say, Leia?" you asked, a proud smile evident on your face.

"Thank you and you're welcome!" Leia chirped.

Daniel took a sip of the cool refreshment, sighing in contentment. "This is delicious stuff. Did she make it herself?" he asked you.

"I helped out a bit, but most of this was done herself."

He outstretched his hand. "I'm Daniel."

"Y/N," you replied, taking it. "I haven't seen you around before. Did you just move here?"

Daniel shook his head, trying to formulate an answer. "I just moved back from, uh...out of the country."

"Oh?" you inquired. "I'm jealous, I've never lived outside of Perth. My parents were born here, I was born here, and now Leia was born here. It's tradition, I guess."

He laughed. "Perth is a nice place. The rest of the world is overrated."

"At least you've experienced it," you griped.

Daniel huffed out a breath, reminiscing on his years of fast-paced travel. City after city, country after country. He never stayed in one place for long. "Yeah, I suppose so. Have you really never been outside of Perth?"

You lowered your head, self-conscious. "I mean, I've visited Melbourne for a weekend girl's trip, but my life has been pretty busy ever since I had Leia. And her father...doesn't help out."

Daniel's attention sparked at the mention of Leia's father. "Is he around?"

You twisted your lips in consternation. "He's alive, but he skipped town shortly after Leia was born. Said he was destined for greater things, or some shitty statement like that. I don't remember, and frankly, I do not care. Leia and I get on just fine."

Daniel grinned. "I can tell." He set the glass back down on the counter, and Leia picked it up, putting it under the stand to be washed and cleaned later. "Thanks for the lemonade. Keep up the good work, hm?" he said to her, and she gave him two enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"I'll see you around?" you asked, hopefully in a casual tone.

Daniel nodded, giving you a cheesy wink. "Of course."

Two days later

The doorbell rung half past noon, and you checked the peephole to see who was there. Daniel. He was shifting nervously, wringing his hands out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" you greeted him, stepping aside so he could enter the house.

"I was wondering if I could get another glass of the lemonade? Leia's done an amazing job with it."

You sighed sorrowfully. "We're all out, sorry. Leia has just started school again, so we haven't continued the business. Maybe we'll make some more during the weekend?"

Daniel pouted. "That blows. I've been looking for a way to talk to you again."

"Sorry." You shrugged one shoulder, and then you realized what Daniel had said. "Pardon me, what did you say?"

Daniel's eyes widened, his face reddening with embarrassment. "Uh, I was hoping to chat with you a bit? If that's alright? I don't want to intrude."

You shook your head, leading him into the living room. A variety of Leia's toys were scattered about, and you bent down to pick them up and move them out of the way. "It's OK, don't worry. My job's remote, so I don't have to leave or anything. Not until two, when Leia comes home from school."

"Great," Daniel said, sitting down on the couch beside you. "I've been bored out of my mind since I've come back to Perth."

You swallowed, not exactly sure of how to respond. "Yeah? Is your past haunting you or something?"

Daniel chuckled. "Not exactly. I'm just used to a lot of hustle-and-bustle, and Perth...isn't really delivering on that."

"Where did you work?" you asked.

He fidgeted with his hands. "Er...I used to be a Formula One driver. I know, wild, but yeah. DR3." He laughed again, but this time it was dry and full of resentment.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Formula One? My sister's obsessed with it. Wow, that's really cool."

"Yeah, it is. But they moved on to better talent, and now I'm back here." He slouched down, avoiding your gaze.

You gently nudged his shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you've returned and that we've met."

He gave you a wan half-smile.

For another hour, you two chatted away, talking about your past, about Leia, and about your hobbies. You told him about your Star Wars obsession (aka the reason why you'd chosen the name Leia for your daughter), showing him the vintage R2D2 toy you kept on your bookshelf. In return, he told you about how he used to go fishing with his parents in Lake Monger and about some of his F1 exploits.

Eventually, the alarm you set to keep track of when to pick Leia up went off, marking the end of your conversation. "I've got to go," you apologized.

"It's no problem." Daniel waved a hand, brushing you off. "Here's my number in case you want to keep in touch?" He wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you said, flustered.

"See you around, Y/N," he said as he stepped out the front door.

Text messages between Daniel and Y/N (Takes place a week to two months after their first meeting)

Sydney, Australia (Two months later)

"Come on, Leia," you urged your daughter as you led her through a thick crowd of people in the airport. "Don't let go of my hand."

Daniel was in front, leading you towards the exit, where a glossy crimson Ferrari was parked. "Here we go." He opened the door for you, sliding beside you and helping to buckle Leia in.

You smiled at him. "Thanks so much for inviting us."

"No problem, darling."

The pet name sent a curl of heat through your core, and you looked out the window so you wouldn't have to respond. The view was stunning: metallic skyscrapers, a bustling city center. You couldn't believe that this was what you were missing out on your whole life.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a sleek modern hotel. You saw Daniel's mum wave at you, and swallowed roughly. You prayed that she would like you.

"Leia, be nice," you chastised her before you disembarked from the car. "Use your manners."

Leia bobbed her head up and down. "I know, Mum."

When you walked over, Daniel's mum immediately struck up a conversation with you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm Grace!" she introduced herself. "And this must be little Leia." She bent down to shake Leia's hand. "You look just like her."

"Thanks," you replied. "It's nice to meet you."

Grace put her hand on her heart. "Danny's told me all about you. I'm happy to see that you're exactly as I hoped."

Your gaze whipped to Daniel, who turned even redder. One more shade, and he could pass for a bearded tomato. "Really?"

"Yep!" Grace clapped Daniel on the back. "He loves you."

You blinked, but didn't blurt anything out. "We should probably head inside."

Daniel nodded fervently. "I agree."

That night

"You want to explain to me what your mum told me?" you probed Daniel, crossing your arms over your chest.

Daniel covered his face with his hands. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry. She's not a good secret keeper."

"Are you saying that she was lying?"

His eyes peeked out from behind his palms. "Do you want me to say no?"

"Tell me the truth," you scolded.

Daniel sighed and took a step closer to you. "She wasn't. Ever since I saw you at that lemonade stand, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. You're funny, and strong, and independent. I want to prove to you that I won't be like the other one. I'm here to stay."

Without a second's worth of hesitation, you tugged on his shirt collar, pulling him down to your height, and kissed him. He moaned softly, his arms snaking around your waist and caging you against the wall. "Fuck, Y/N."

The kiss became more passionate as you tangled your fingers in Daniel's brown curls, and his own found the swell of your breasts underneath your shirt. "You're so perfect," he murmured softly. "Can I?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. Daniel lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy pink bra you were wearing. "Fuck, I'm going to come in my pants like a schoolboy right now. My God, you're a fucking work of art."

You unbuttoned his shirt and loosened the waistband of his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Daniel picked you up, placing you on the bed. "The door's locked," he assured you when you opened your mouth. "If we're quiet, Leia won't know anything."

"Good," you whispered. "I don't want to traumatize her."

He laughed, and kissed you again on the collarbone. Carefully, he placed your hands above your head and said, "I want to have sex with you. Is that OK?"

"You don't have to ask, Daniel," you rasped.

Daniel shook his head. "Yes, I do. Consent is not a laughing matter, darling."

You expelled a breath in faux-annoyance, and he continued his mission. One slow thrust, and he was in you, filling your pussy and making you groan with pleasure. "Daniel..."

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly. "I'll go slower."

You twisted your head to look at him. "No, it's fine. Just...not used to this. It's been a while."

He pecked you on the forehead, his arms caressing the curves of your skin. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

He drove into you, the movements firm and sure. Soon, you felt the tidal wave of pleasure build up in you like an insistent hum. "Daniel, I'm going to..." you trailed off, the sentence ending with another moan.

Daniel kissed you on the temple, the touch exactly what you needed to tumble over the edge. "Let go for me, darling."

And so you did, the orgasm rippling over you and making you shudder with satisfaction.

He pulled out a moment later, his own orgasm succeeding yours, and he flopped down beside you, one arm wresting you closer to him. "You're stunning."

"When I'm all fucked out?" you teased.

Daniel played with a loose strand of your hair, his eyes bright with happiness. "Yep."

"You're so silly, Daniel," you poked fun at him, tapping his nose twice.

He flicked your nose, and stated the very obvious fact, "But you adore me."

Three weeks later

Daniel clutched the bouquet of tulips in his hand, suddenly nervous. It wasn't the first time he had taken you out on a date. Hell, it wasn't even the second time. Yet each and every time, he was terrified.

You were perfect.

And he was...he was Daniel, the former F1 driver for four teams.

"Thanks for picking me up," you told him as he ushered you to his car. "I really appreciate it."

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. "No problem, darling."

You sat down, and then readjusted your position, feeling something poking your back. It was a box.

"Not a ring," he promised when he saw your expression. "I wouldn't have you accidentally sit on your engagement ring, darling."

You scowled at him, but popped open the top. A beautiful ruby necklace gleamed up at you, and you let out a gasp.

"It's my mother's. She wanted you to have it," Daniel told you.

"Wow, Daniel. This is...breath-taking." You hugged him.

"Just like you," he flirted, and you rolled your eyes. "It's the truth."

You extricated the necklace from the box and clipped it around your neck. "How does it look?"

"Perfect." He kissed you on the lips, one hand nestled on the crook of your jaw. "And all mine."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[4urvalidation]

can you make a story where rafe and reader broke up 3 years ago, but she comes back to Outer Banks only now she has a daughter(who looks just like Rafe) and a husband (Whom she doesn't really love) and rafe still loves her

Oh, why you gotta make the wheels in my brain turn like this 😩 Not a huge expert when it comes to writing anything Y/N related, but willing to give it a go.

Didn't expect to connect to this as much as I did, so hopefully if the inspiration still flows once I'm done with A Case of Limerence I might explore this story further.

As for now, please enjoy this little blurb.

SUMMARY: Three years ago, Kook!Princess and Rafe began a secret love affair that lasted for an entire summer, until her parents found out and forbade Rafe from ever seeing their daughter again. Now, twenty-two years old and somewhat sober, he spends his days working a dull office job at his father's company wondering if he'll ever get to relive the golden days of his teenage years.

That's when she shows up - his first love. His only love. With a husband and baby and Rafe's heart is almost on the brink of breaking all over again until he realizes the kid looks exactly like him.

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of alcohol and drug use; sexual content - nothing too graphic but the implications are strong; Rafe is not a psycho killer, but a drug addicted fratboy;

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The term Kook Princess has been thrown around a lot in these parts, but no one seemed to be embodying it as perfectly as her.  She was the golden girl; the good girl. With a pair of rich, uptight parents, designer dog and curfew. Never seen at parties, but always invited and if she were to come, she was always quiet, subdued - soft drink in a red solo cup pressed tightly to her lips; her loud best friend never leaving her side. 

Rafe doesn’t know what it was that made him so attracted to her. With her honey blonde hair and soft sun kissed skin, she was light years away from his usual type, but then again, not quite. She was forbidden; out of reach, a conquest if you will and as a man who was never taught the word no, he too saw her as something he simply must get his hands on. 

He spent his days scheming how to get close. They had no mutual friends, she rarely left the house and when she did she was always with her stupid best friend or her parents and yes - Rafe was fearless, but not to the point where he would openly embarrass himself in front of two of the most influential people on the island.  

Days passed and he forgot about her soft smiles and the way those long legs looked in all those frilly short skirts. That is, until fate decided to butt in. 

It was hot - the hottest summer they have had in years and it was his sister’s birthday and he was so sick and tired of her and all her stupid friends but then he saw a glimpse of honey blonde hair and freckled skin and Rafe’s entire world stopped turning. She was smiling: perfect white teeth on an even more perfect face and there were so many girls in the world; so many girls in his backyard in skimpy swimsuits, but at that moment, Rafe only had eyes for her. 

He had no idea she and his sister were friends; he had no idea she even had friends aside from that loud, annoying one and yet, there she was: taking his breath away in a bright red bikini. 

The following events happened in a blur. He had been drinking since 10 am that morning -  perks of having his father and stepmonster away for the weekend - and he’d been laying on his bed, joint in hand when she walked in. 

“Sorry,” Her voice filled his room and only when his gaze met hers was when Rafe realized her eyes were hazel and not brown like he originally thought. “I can’t find the bathroom.” He put the joint between his lips; his limbs limp with relaxation and he wanted to stand up; was desperate to move towards her and feel the warmth emanating from her body, but he was too fucking high for all of it. 

“It’s okay.” She giggled just then and it was the best sound Rafe had heard in years. “I’ll find my way.” 

To say that he was embarrassed was an understatement. He was fucking humiliated and so out of his mind, he could barely think of anything but that. The moment replayed in his head like a broken record of sorts; her soft smile on constant repeat and just as he was about to force himself out of the scenario the door of his bedroom opened again. 

This time she had put on shorts: the tiniest Rafe had ever seen and her bright red bikini was blinding and hot and fuck - she was so hot and he was so gone. He’d barely made any conversation with the girl and he could already imagine their entire life together. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

“Here,” Sitting on the edge of his bed, she handed him a tall glass of water and watched as he drank. Her eyes were insane; the freckles on her face an array of constellations and she smelled sweet like cupcakes or strawberries and fuck fuck fuck he wanted to eat her. Trace his lips and tongue in the crook of her neck; taste her mouth, taste her skin, taste her …

“Feeling better?” He heard her say, her voice quiet and meek just like she had been all those years he’s been aware of her presence.

“Yeah.” 

Rafe doesn’t remember how they ended up kissing. How the weight of her body moved on his lap; how she let him run his needy hands all over her body and kiss all that exposed skin. His shirt was off and she was practically naked, in his bed - just like all those times he had fantasized about her, except this was so much better. 

His name escaped her lips softly, always in a form of a muffled moan and suddenly all he wanted to do is make her feel so fucking good, she had no other choice but to scream his name. And she did. She was so loud he had to cover her mouth with his hand and feel her lips spread into a grin against the calloused skin of his palm. 

He was bewitched. 

Charmed. 

Fucking obsessed with her and for some reason this perfect, golden girl who could do no wrong felt the same. 

That entire summer she had him off balance; sneaking inside her home; always through her bedroom window and straight into her bed where they made crazy senseless love. She was going away after the summer but Rafe didn’t care. He loved her. Sure, he never made it his mission to let her know this, but actions spoke louder than words and boy did he show her just how much she made him feel. 

He was going to tell her - Rafe constantly made promises to himself but then she would give him those eyes and every word in the English language would suddenly disappear from his brain.

On the night he finally decided to let her know just how fucking in love he was with her, there sat her father. Sternly, with a pin straight back, he told Rafe to leave and never return. To forget her because she had already forgotten him. What they had that summer meant nothing and will remain nothing because Rafe Cameron had no business being around his perfect daughter. 

“I love her.” Rafe said weakly, but it went unregistered. The man didn’t care about that. He could care less about the way his heart burst whenever he was around her; how he was willing to do anything, be anything… All her father wanted was for Rafe to leave his little girl alone.  

She was smart, ambitious -  with a bright future and big dreams and all he had was a bad temper and drug problem. 

It all ended that night. 

She was gone without a trace. So gone to the point where not even that best friend of hers knew where she’d disappeared to. 

Days, weeks, months passed and Rafe tried moving on; dated girls that looked like her and when that didn’t work he started dating girls that looked nothing like her. He drank and smoked and snorted. He traveled the world and caused havoc and went to rehab and relapsed. He made his father proud and then disappointed him again and again and again and before Rafe knew, three years had passed by and he was twenty two and bitter.  

His hair was thinning and he might’ve been a whole year sober, but every now and then he’d be itching for a drink and peruse the liquor aisle wondering which bottle of whiskey was worth enough to ruin his life with. It was this exact thought that had been haunting him one June evening when fate decided to interfere again. 

It was his sister’s twentieth birthday and they were having her celebratory dinner at the country club for some reason. She’d brought her useless excuse of a boyfriend and because that wasn’t awkward enough, his father decided to invite one of their new hires: a software engineer named Marjorie that clearly had the hots for Rafe, but he was far too desperate for a drink to pay any attention to her. 

And then she appeared. 

Her laughter - that rambunctious, delicious sound - was the first thing Rafe heard before actually seeing her. And when he finally did it was like all pieces of his long ago broken heart finally fell into place. Her hair was gold and her legs were long and sure, she might’ve ditched the frilly skirt for a pair of sensible white shorts, but she still looked just as perfect as he remembered. 

His gaze followed her as she sauntered into the room; her parents behind her and a man and a child and there was Rafe’s heart breaking all over again. She hadn’t seen him and it was probably for the best, but then Sarah turned slightly and suddenly, she was all his sister could see. 

Smiling, Sarah had called her entire fucking family over. The scowl on her father’s face was unmistakable and in a matter of seconds there they were: having awkward small talk and introducing significant others and she was married. 

The diamond on her engagement ring was blinding, just like her smile and when she finally looked at him, it was like that very first time in his room when she begged him to kiss her and he couldn’t dare say no. 

“Hello.” She nodded at him like they used to be coworkers, but her gaze lingered - drinking him in like the whiskey he was so desperate to taste again.

“And who is this young lady?” He heard Sarah coo at the small child hiding her face in the crook of her husband’s neck and the word made Rafe sick. 

“This is Phoebe. Phoebe… baby, don’t be shy. Come now, say hi.” The tone of her voice softened and silently he watched her pet her daughter’s head until the kid was ready to face the audience. And when she did, a pair of wide, curious blue eyes were looking straight at him. 

Fuck.

It was like looking in a mirror. 

A tiny, chubby cheeked mirror. 

Even the way their hair was thinning is the same. 

Rafe swallowed.

She was looking at him, those hazel eyes dancing on his face expectedly as if waiting to see whether the realization has hit him yet. All those years ago… she didn’t disappear because she had stopped loving him or because her parents found out… 

She was pregnant. 

He had gotten her pregnant.

He looked at her and then at his daughter…

His daughter. 

He has a fucking daughter. 

A tiny little girl in a baby blue dress and pigtails. 

Their eyes met again and it’s as clear as day - she knows he knows and Rafe watched her answer his silent question with a single, curt nod. 

He is a father.

[antennaed-kenzy]

Red Rose

❀ Mikage Reo x gn!reader

❀ Warnings: fluff, established relationship, everyone is of age, not proofread

❀ Misc: Word count: 2.2k+ Stronger than ever. Series

❀ Red Roses are the flower of love and passion.

Red roses are gifted to loved ones, they symbolize passion and love, well that’s the broad meaning at least. Mikage Reo was standing and your door, an arrangement of red roses in his hand. Looking at his watch over and over checking the time for reassurance. He didn’t want to be too early but didn’t want to be late. Each had their own means for his reason that swarmed his brain.  

In the house he was looking at, you were ready– well almost all ready to leave. You were trying on jewelry that went with your floor-length red dress. You rummaged through your jewelry box till you found the piece you were looking for, a necklace with a real dried rose petal trapped in resin.

Outside still, Reo was at her door. He mustered up the courage to knock on her door. You put on your heels, rushing to your door as you struggled. Opening with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.  

“Here,” Reo held the bouquet between them, “I heard you liked red roses.” He tilted his head to the side so you could see, flashing a smile. 

“Oh, I don’t like red roses.” When Reo heard you say those words, his heart dropped to the floor, did he hear the person wrong then? “I love red roses!” You beamed, grabbing the flowers from his hand. His heart bounced back in place, and a sigh of relief left his mouth. “I love them so much. The symbolize behind them, is how they make you feel when they are gifted to a loved one.”

Taking the flowers in the house, leaving Reo at the wide open door. “Let me put these in a vase.” You looked through the kitchen cabinets, finding a vase to divide the flowers in. You found a few perfect vases, matching the color. You put some water in them, with the flowers next. Laying them on the counter to place elsewhere when you get back. 

Reo watched you walk back to him, a smile on your face. He saw the flowers on the kitchen counter, seeing how you took care of them. You taking care of the flowers, just as he wants to take care of you. 

“Ready to go?” Reo extended his arm out to you.

“Ready as ever,” With a big smile, you linked her arms around your dates. You let him guide you to his car. He let go of you, opening the door. Grabbing your hand he helped you in the passenger seat. 

He walked around, your eyes watching him as he took a seat on the driver's side of his expensive Rolls Royce. You had no clue where he was taking you, but you didn’t question him. If he wanted to keep it a secret, then you respected his wishes. As he said, “a special date with his special lady.”

Reo kept his hand on the steering wheel, though his eyes traveled to you. Seeing you look out the window, your eyes following the trees that pass by. The two of you did love each other, having been dating for a month today, but it still felt new. Reo had difficulties showing how much he did love you, not wanting to go overboard and you leave him.

They came to a spot in a parking lot with a bunch of cars that cost just as much as Reo’s. Getting out of the driver's seat, he walked to your side opening the door for you, his hand out to grab. You fixed your floor-length red dress, Reo holding your hand when you were done. Looking up at the name of the building, [e/c] eyes widened in shock seeing where they went. One of the best places to eat in Tokyo, along with it being on the expensive side as well. 

“You look a lot better than anyone else here,” Reo whispered to you, a smile from ear to ear as he looked you up and down. Hand in hand the two of you walked to the entrance of the restaurant. 

The hostess greeted them, making the two of you follow her to your seats. Reo pulled your chair before he sat in his own in front of you. Looking around at the interior design, you were amazed having seen nothing of the sort. Sure you had seen the outside plenty of time, always wondering if you could walk inside, and now here you were, with the man of your dreams. Where you were treated like a princess. 

Reo and {Y/n} were looking through the menus they were given when they sat at the table. Neither said a word as they looked for what they wanted to eat. The only words they spoke since they got their menus were the orders they put in when the waiter came around. 

It’s not like it was awkward– well it was a little awkward. The two just didn’t know what to say to each other. They didn’t go to the same college so they couldn’t talk about what they shared there, they both grew up very different so nothing to bond over in that aspect. Yet, people say opposites attract and they both have yet for that to click. 

One thing was for sure, even if they didn’t say it was much, the two of you did really love one another. After a while of waiting in silence, the waiter arrived with their drinks in hand. You ordered red wine while Reo got orange juice. 

“I didn’t know you drank?” Reo says, seeing you take a sip of the red wine. 

“Well, when you are surrounded by wine in your childhood, you want to try some in your adult years,” You responded, the wine glass leaving your lips as you set it down on the table one more. 

“Your mom drinks wine?” He asks, raising a brow. From the times he had met your mother, he had never once seen her as the person to drink wine. 

You nodded your head, Reo questioning the reality of how he sees your mother. “Yup, she is a wine taster. That’s a side job of hers.”

Reo interlocked his fingers, placing his chin on top of his hand. “Really, that seems like a cool job,” You had seemed to pique his interest.

“It’s ok. She comes home with wine something though, which isn’t bad. I’ve tried a few, and they aren’t bad.” You smile, taking another sip of the red wine. 

This simple conversation was the leeway for them to open up and talk about more things. Conversation from left to right, random topics they each shared an interest in, or about the colleges they attended, more about their childhood and how people from two different lives can come together. Bring up their interest, such as Reo wanting to win a world cup with his best friend Nagi who you meet a few times. Your interest in wanting to open up a bakery one day. 

Their college life was different, everyone loved Reo at his college, he had great grades and excelled above the rest. He was good at what he did, at any sport. You, on the other hand, weren’t the prettiest girl at your school, but everyone loved who you were. Your personality outstretched anything, you weren’t in the top five but a lot of people knew your name.

Two people on opposite ends of the stick, one as the rose, the other as the thorns.

The two ended up talking the rest of the night. Reo paid the bill and they sat for a few more minutes before they left, still talking as they walked out of the restaurant. Reo took you around the streets of Tokyo, the two of you talking. Now never running out of topics to spew on about. From their first time meeting at the park to even moments they went through as of now. 

The two lovebirds didn’t realize how far they had walked from the restaurant parking lot. The only reason they stopped walking was because of the heels you wore for the night, you had no idea you were going to walk with him this long, yet here you are being carried in his arms. 

Reo laid you in the passenger seat of his Rolls Royce. He made sure you were completing in his car before shutting the door. You didn’t have to move a muscle, just like the Roses sitting in their vases at your house. 

He dropped you off at your house, giving you one last kiss for the night as he won’t be able to see you tomorrow. You stared at the door for a while, Reo looking at you oblivious– oh. 

Your date got out of his driver's seat walking in front of the car to your side. Reo opened the door for you, his hand out to grab for leverage. Not letting go of your hand when you place it in his, he walks you to your apartment door. Opening the door for you. 

“I had a wonderful time with you, my love.”

You stand at the door, looking at your boyfriend. A smile on his cherry lips and his purple eyes spoke to your soul– to your heart that was calling out toward him. He was the sun, you were his red rose. You leaned toward the sun, and the sun welcomed you. You were the only flower in the plenty that needed the sun more than the rest, and he was there to lend you the light to grow. 

“Night, Reo,” You gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Closing the door behind you, a giddy smile stretched from ear to ear. 

He was yours, no one else. Mikage Reo, the richest man in Japan was in love with you. He is your sun, and you are the rose he wishes to keep safe. 

You slide down your door, taking off your heels, though you don’t get up yet. You think about today and everything the two of you talked about, how he carried you back to the car, how he walked you to the door even now. 

Looking up to the kitchen counter were the red roses in their respective vases. You were able to fit about 3 to 4 flowers in the vase from the 20 that was in the bouquet. You strip off your dress, changing into comfy pajamas that you threw on the couch for this specific moment. 

———

Reo was texting you at practice, he couldn’t– or he didn’t want to put his phone down. All his friends were teasing him about you. Asking how yesterday went, he couldn’t keep you a secret from anyone. His friends knew about you, his classmates knew about you, to make matters worse everyone wanted to see you in person and not through photos on his phone. 

You were at home, giggling at your phone when you saw a text from your boyfriend pop up. You legs up in the air kicking back and forth, twirling your hair in your fingers. You were a love-sick teenager and you never wanted this feeling to stop. 

Ring!

Your doorbell?

Getting up from the couch you walk to your door. You peeped through the peephole you didn’t see anyone outside. You crack open the door, looking from left to right no one was there. Facing down on your doorstep, there is was. 

‘Red roses?’ You bend down to grab the scatter of roses. They weren’t wrapped paper to keep them together, no they were scattered on the ground as if someone threw them. You see a message attached to one of the roses. 

“I plucked every thorn for you. I took off every imperfect petal for you. I would do it over and over again though. I don’t care if it hurt my hand or if it hurt my heart. For you, I would do it over and over again. For you to be happy, for you to display them and not be hurt by the thrones, to see the petals you don’t want to rip off. I did it all for you, my treasure.” – You’re boyfriend till the end, Reo <3

You didn’t know what to feel. Reo did this for you. He cherished you so much he took the hard task out of the way. Your eyes well, water dripping on the paper. You simply couldn't help but cry, though it wasn’t the sadness, but rather out of pure bliss for him.

Reo the man in your wildest dreams had given you your favorite flowers in the world. You felt blessed to have someone like him in your life, let alone him only wanting you in his life. Red Roses, the reason you loved red roses was cause you never thought someone could match the aspect of how they make you feel, yet here Reo is making you feel even better than the sight of the flower. 

He was the flower and you were his sun, looking down on him as he followed– or I guess you could be the flower, the sun looking down on what has grown. 

a/n: not going to live, I procrastinated the hell out of this one. It took so long. But I did it Yohoo!! No, but like seriously why did it take me so long

[oh-phoenixx]

"Euphemia Potter" - @into-the-jeggyverse - 543 words

@abductedhiko

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When Regulus moved in with the Potters, he spent most of his time hidden in his room. He feared that if he said one wrong thing, they would throw him out. Any small slip-up was worthy of punishment in his parents’ eyes. They were obligated to let him stay, especially after Sirius had run away and Regulus was the only heir. People would start asking questions if both of the brothers were disowned. Regardless, Regulus had followed Sirius, as he always would.

Currently, Regulus was curled up in his bed reading, still trying to make himself small, even in his own room. The only place that Regulus had ever felt was his was his dorm at Hogwarts, which he shared with Evan and Barty. He would never tell them, but it was the place he felt most comfortable. Now, in this room, he worried he took up too much space. He tucked himself into the corners of rooms, not wanting to invade these people’s lives. But he felt he had done so already.

There was a soft knock on his door. “Come in,” Regulus said.

Euphemia opened the door carefully, looking around the room for a moment. Regulus hadn’t really unpacked or decorated. This all felt too good to be true, as though at any moment they were going to laugh in his face and send him right back home.

“Hi, sweetheart. I just wanted to check on you. We’ve barely heard from you.” Euphemia sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, um. Sorry,” Regulus mumbled.

“No need to apologise,” Euphemia said with a smile, so kind that Regulus almost felt pained by it. “James and Sirius are a little worried, is all.” Regulus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at this, but didn’t say anything in response.

“We’re all very happy that you’re here, cariño” she continued. “Sirius spoke so much of you before you arrived. Always so nervous about you being in that house. He might not say as much, but he is so proud of you. We all are.”

Regulus didn’t feel that he had done anything to be proud of. He had continued to live with his mother and father for over a year after his brother left. Did that not mean he sympathised with them? Did his reluctance to leave not make him just like them? Unwilling to voice his thoughts, he once again did not reply.

“James talks about you just as much as Sirius,” Euphemia informed him, a playful glint in her eye. “Every time he calls us he has something new to tell us about you.”

“He- What?”

“You really believe that my son doesn’t reciprocate your feelings?” She near-giggled at this, as though the thought of James not liking Regulus was not even a possibility. 

“I don’t- He doesn’t-”

Euphemia held up her hands in surrender, standing up from the bed. Regulus continued to try to defend himself from these absurd allegations, but Euphemia just fixed him with another sickeningly warm smile, so similar, if not identical, to James’s. Regulus calmed slightly, looking down at his book to avoid her knowing eyes. 

“Tell me if you need anything, corazón.” Euphemia closed the door, leaving Regulus still stunned. 

That night, Regulus started to unpack.

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#OCKiss2025 Day 1: Desperate

Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 10-16th, featuring Henry & Priscilla Contains: blood, guns, misgendering (on purpose and on accident), yelling, threats of violence, misogyny, an extremely unhealthy marriage Slang: A “high-hat” is a snob, or someone who’s snobbish. A “flapper” is a young woman who disregards social norms, especially characterized by short hair and knee-length skirts. “Sap” means idiot. A “piker” is a coward. Tips are appreciated!

Percy wrung out the dirty rag into the bowl under the mirror. Watery blood splashed and rippled, sending pink-stained waves lapping at the edge of the ceramic. He inspected his work—the blood was gone from his face and hands, leaving them soft and fair as ever. His hair was hidden away under his hat, probably a mess, but not able to be dealt with until he got back to the house. And yet, he frowned into the glass. For all his efforts to clean up, there was still a crimson stain on the crisp, white fabric of his shirt that wouldn’t come out. He lifted one end of his jacket to see how bad the damage was.

The splatter was about the size of his palm, spread across his ribs, and sufficiently damp from the rag already. All he’d managed to do was spread it around, a blurry imitation of the shape it used to be. Percy sighed. He’d have to take it to the cleaners.

All said and done, though, his mission was a success. They cleared out the rat’s nest one bullet at a time, and managed to get back to the safehouse without a tail. A much faster solution than ideally proposed, and all he sacrificed was a clean shirt. He threw the rag down in the bowl and buttoned up his jacket. The stain disappeared behind the dark fabric, and he smiled. Like it was never there at all.

In the mirror, he saw a nervous head pop around the corner into the room. “Miss… Gardner?”

Percy’s eye twitched, but he let it slide. “What is it, Bill?”

“We—We just got the signal that, uh, the seasons are changing?”

He sat into his hip, arms folded. “Are they, now?”

“Yes ma’am, and it won’t be long before—”

The safehouse boomed from the sound of something—someone—slamming on the rickety front door. Bill jumped, and Luther, the second guard posted by the entrance, yelped.

“Priscilla Gardner!” Henry screamed through the walls. “Open this fucking door right now before I break it down!”

Bill turned white as a sheet, staring wide-eyed for instruction. Percy just sighed.

“Let him in,” he said.

He rushed away. The door clicked open, but Percy heard it slam against the wall anyway. Henry’s furious, thundering footsteps shook the air, and he was menacing when he found what he was looking for. Percy stood tall, staring into the mirror instead of turning around, and his face contorted with rage.

“How dare you,” he growled.

“How dare I what?” Percy replied, flat and emotionless.

“How dare you sit there like a high-hat flapper instead of explaining to me what the fuck is going on here?”

His blood boiled—Henry knew what it meant when he wore his hair like this. He knew exactly what he was saying. Percy knew it was what he wanted, but he whipped around with burning eyes.

“You should be thanking me is what’s going on,” he spat. “I cleared out that rat infestation by my Goddamn self, you ungrateful sap.”

“Thanking you?” Henry took a threatening step forward. “I had a plan to take care of it quietly, and you—“

“They would have seen it coming a mile away, and we would have been back to square one.”

“I already set-up the Goddamn sting!” Henry roared, throwing his arms out wildly. “The chief was for it! We would have cleaned them up in one fucking afternoon, and now I have to explain why my wife was out there ruining our operation!”

Percy almost laughed. “You’re worried about the fuzz?”

“Our reputation with the fuzz.”

“Oh, please. Our real enemies heard my message loud and clear—they would have bought their way out of yours.”

Henry dragged his hands down his face. “So, that’s it then? Decades of work we’ve put into getting the police on our side—gone? Because you wanted to play with a pistol?” Percy opened his mouth, but Henry kept going. “All because you wanted to get one over on a tiny, tiny piece of our opposition? All because you couldn’t let the negotiator handle this?”

Percy cut in, “The negotiator needs to learn when his skills are unnecessary.”

“And you need to learn your place.”

Oh, that was it.

Priscilla whipped her pistol out of the holster under her arm and let her hat flutter to the floor in one motion. As her hair tumbled out of its misshapen bun, she pointed her gun right over Henry’s heart.

He put his hands up, as though he were innocent. As though his palms weren’t stained with just as much blood as hers, because it was the color of ink instead. They both knew what kind of business this was—Priscilla was at least willing to embrace the truth. She did what she had to do to get things done. And Henry? Henry went around all his problems.

Not this time.

“Remember the woman you married,” she warned. “I haven’t.”

“You’re really pulling a gun on me for this?” he asked, volcanic rage turned to calm, placating words.

“I am.”

“For what? For the crime of wanting to make sure our business can keep thriving? For wanting to keep our influence intact?” He let out a single, breathy sound of laughter. “For wanting to keep you safe? You’d shoot your husband for that?”

“I’ll do much worse if he doesn’t get off my Goddamn back.” Priscilla pulled back the hammer with a click. “I can run this city with or without your help. Remember that.”

Henry hung his head, but she knew him too well to see it as an admission of defeat. She kept the pistol trained on him, finger hovering over the trigger. It was silent in the safehouse, the quiet violence of a dying season.

Then, Henry took a step forward. When Priscilla didn’t threaten him further, he took another. He kept going, step by step, until he pressed himself against the barrel of her gun. It was lodged between his ribs now, too tall and too close for her to truly strike his heart.

“Do it, then,” he muttered, staring down at her with dark eyes.

Priscilla caught her breath, a single moment of hesitation. It was all he needed.

Henry grabbed her wrist and wrenched it to the side with one hand, and fisted her hair in in his other. She would have cried out from the strength of his grip, had he not crushed their mouths together in a kiss as bubbling hot as his rage.

It melted her. She almost dropped the pistol, fingers going limp around the handle, as she succumbed to the warmth of his touch. It was true that Priscilla could have run this city without him, she might even be able to run it better without his meddling. But, oh, she didn’t want to.

Henry loved her so desperately he was willing to risk his life at the end of her hand. When his fury got too much for him—for the both of them—the only thing he could think to do was kiss her, and she was weak for it. The way his angry lips scraped across her own, how her gasps for air only drove him to kiss her harder, deeper, longer… She’d gladly infuriate him every day of her life if it got her this.

There wasn’t anyone else like him. Nobody else could make her hate them one minute, and fall even deeper in love the next.

When he finally gave her room to breathe, she was sure he saw the love in her face. That she’d only done this for him. That everything she did was to keep her dearest husband intact in his favorite office, doing the paperwork he loved so much. Henry loved her enough to risk his life, and Priscilla loved him enough to kill.

“If you come back to the house tonight,” Henry told her, low and raspy, “I’m going to lock you in the basement and board the door shut.”

“Enjoy eating dinner alone,” she replied.

He sighed, frustrated, but let her go. Priscilla stumbled, dizzy, and he stomped his way back out the safehouse door. She watched him go with hungry eyes, only interrupted by Bill and Luther. The two goons crawled out of wherever they’d been hiding during their argument, and stared at her.

“Oh, don’t be such pikers,” she chided. “He’ll be ringing the hotel phone by tomorrow morning, begging forgiveness.”

Privately, she knew she’d have forgiven him by then too. She turned back to the mirror to fix her hair again, smiling to herself. The moment he calls, she’ll be halfway out the door already, desperate to get back home to him. They’ll stay wrapped in each other for hours, wondering how they could have ever been so angry.

Her heart fluttered at the thought. Perhaps she could convince him to lock her in the bedroom instead.

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[atimeofyourlife]

My place, your place, our place

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 9: moving in together | rated: g | wc: 666 | ao3 Buck gets ready to leave the loft for the final time

It had been a long day. Week. Weeks. For such a small space, the loft had been something of a nightmare to pack up for the move. All of his belongings seemed to multiply, needing far more boxes to pack everything into than he had been expecting. Every time he had thought he was done with an area, he would turn around and find more stuff to pack.

He could have sworn it hadn't been that difficult to move in, but then he remembered it was very different circumstances. He'd never had a place of his own before the loft. Hadn't really had stable housing from when he'd left home. Years of being on the road, sometimes in the jeep, sometimes in a motel, or in a house share with people he didn't know. Occasionally in provided accommodation like when he worked on the ranch, or when he tried out for the SEALs. It taught him to live light, consolidating most of his belongings into a pair of gym bags. Even for his first years in LA, first in the frat house with Connor and the guys, then Abby's place. Then crashing on Chimney's couch before moving on to Maddie's place. It never made sense to have much stuff.

But the loft was his space. He didn't need to be so strict about living light. He could buy things just because and not have to worry about it taking up space. He could do what he wanted to make the space feel like home.

Now, everything was boxed up. Most of it had already been moved to Tommy's, now their, place. Just the last few boxes to take out, before doing the final sweep. And final final sweep. Then it would be time for him to turn in his keys at the leasing office. And that would be the chapter of his life at the loft over.

It was kind of bittersweet. Giving up the first place he'd been able to call his own. Leaving behind the place where so many memories had been made over six years he'd lived there. Some good, some bad, some just neutral. A space where he'd fallen in and out of love. Where he'd recovered from the worst injuries the job could throw at him. Where he'd watched Jee grow up, one babysitting session at a time. A place that had seen just about every emotion he could ever experience, happiness, anger, depression, joy, fear.

He and Tommy did the final walk through together, checking every closet, every shelf. Every nook and cranny for anything he might have missed. Closing the door for the last time felt far heavier than it should.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked as Buck locked up.

"Yeah. It's just. I'm gonna miss this place." Buck replied. "This is the longest I've live somewhere since the house I grew up in."

"You did make a lot of memories here. We made a lot of memories here."

Tommy coming over to clear the air about Eddie, then making a move on Buck, completely turning his worldview on it's head. Eddie telling Buck to call Tommy after that disastrous first date. Bringing him home after Maddie and Chimney's wedding, Tommy being half asleep against his shoulder still in his turnouts. So many dates. Tommy staying to take care of him after he dislocated his shoulder. The break up. Tommy coming over to apologize only for it to turn into them shouting at each other, getting out all of the pent up emotions, followed by them sitting down and having an actual adult talk about everything, and deciding to try again, slower this time. The first 'I love you'. Tommy asking him to move into his place when he saw the letter that had come through about renewing the lease.

"We did. Let's go make even more in our house." Buck held his hand out to Tommy and they walked away from the loft together for the final time.

[viistss]

Ok let's be straight here,I was thinking about Rodrick Heflley who for some reason was trying to kill Greg (again) but now Greg has his new defender "Rodrick's girlfriend",both Greg and little Jefferson were shocked that Rodrick got such a nice and pretty girl like Y/n And they even develop a crush on her and now whenever Rodrick wants to kill him, Greg calls her for help.

Warning: Fem!reader

(Please give me feedback, it is very important to improve my writing)

It all started when Greg and Rowley hoped to find something compromising to use as blackmail so he wouldn't bully them anymore.

When they entered and started to search, they noticed that there were feminine things scattered around, like a lip gloss or a pink nail polish.

So slowly joining the dots the two children looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.

"Rodrick is cheating on Y/n!"

Then the two boys looked towards the loud and quick footsteps on the stairs only to reveal a furious Rodrick himself.

"How many times have I told you not to come into my room??!"

The boys were scared but Greg decided he would face him head on, for y/n

"We discovered everything!"

Rowley looked at Greg, still scared, but he didn't back down either.

'Yeah, w-we found out!'

"Oh yeah? Whatever you guys found out, you idiots, it's going to be the last thing you ever find out because I'm going to destroy you both, starting with you, Greg."Rodrick pointed at his younger brother with the drumstick and Greg looked at Rowley who waved and ran off.

"It's over for you Rodrick, I'm going to tell y/n everything"Greg took a step back and Rodrick just laughed.

"Are you going to tell my own girlfriend? You're such an idiot, man"

Then Greg started running and Rodrick followed, an adrenaline-fueled chase with Greg trying to outrun his older brother,Meanwhile Rowley ran down the sidewalk to the house of the young y/n who lived just 10 minutes away.

Luckily y/n seemed to be leaving the house now and Rowley hurried over to her.

"Y/n!" The boy shouted breathlessly as he stopped to take a breath and the girl walked over to him.

"Rowley, what's wrong? Did something happen?"The young woman's face filled with concern.

"Rodrick...and....Greg.." It was the only thing little Jefferson could say but it was enough for y/n to understand everything.

"Oh no.." she mumbled and grabbed Rowley's hand pulling him with her to the Hefley house

The house in question was in chaos, Greg was still running from Rodrick through the kitchen.

"I have proof Rodrick, Rowley went to get Y/n and when she gets here you'll be finished" Greg was on one side of the counter and Rodrick was on the other.

"did you call Y/n??"

Greg ran into the room but was cornered against the wall.

"It was done for you Greg "

"I called and she's already on her way and she'll know everything!"

"know what?" The feminine and velvety voice that makes Rodrick's heart race and fills the room making the two brothers look at her and Greg run to hug her.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" Rodrick put down the drumstick and approached his girlfriend.

"Rowley came running to my house to tell me that you two were about to kill each other." The young woman rubbed Greg's back, who held her hand and stared at her..

"y/n you are very cool and that's why I'm going to tell you, he was stalking me because I went into his room and found proof that he was cheating on you"

"What?" They both spoke at the same time and y/n looked at Rodrick

"That's a lie from him, honey, you know I love you"

"It's true the evidence is in his room" Rowley said and y/n frowned, going up the stairs with the 3 boys right behind

Upon entering the room, the girl found the gloss and held it, analyzing the object.

"This...this is the gloss I was looking for and couldn't find, has it been here this whole time?"She raised her eyebrow and looked at her boyfriend who had his arms crossed.

"uh-huh, the man himself"

"What? It's your gloss but how? How did it get here when you don't even come to my house?"

"Of course she's coming, you idiot, but you're not there when she is."Rodrick snorted and picked up the nail polish that was furthest away.

"And why does she come when there's no one there, not even Greg or her parents?" Rowley asked

"you don't care about bowling balls"

"S-so this nail polish isn't yours, is it y/n?" Greg pointed and the woman looked at the nail polish in her boyfriend's hand.

"It's not mine.."

"You said your nail polish had run out, so I bought you a new one." Rodrick held out the nail polish with slightly red cheeks, y/n smiled and hugged him

"Did you buy this nail polish for me? You're so cute Rodrick" she kissed him on the cheek and he smiled

Meanwhile Rowley and Greg were simply transfixed by the scene.

[catrinita-jadez]

Idk if anyone has done this but how about I do the episode descriptions?

AHEM.

Episode 1: The Eltingville club are caught for their mischievous acts, will they ever get their shit together?

Episode 2: a new movie came out the members of the Eltingville club try to avoid from hearing spoilers from everyone before they could even watch it

Episode 3: a new person has a liking to a fandom and they're new to it

Episode 4: A bid on eBay has started, a vaulted item that no one could get anymore so the Eltingville gang have to win the bid

Episode 5: The Eltingville club has a doctor who marathon

Episode 6: Josh's acne and pimples are getting worse, the members of the Eltingville club try to help him

Episode 7: Someone stole a valuable item at Joe's Fantasy World and everyone was locked inside the store, no one leaves until someone fesses up

Episode 8: The Eltingville club members have a slumber party at Bill's house, could they ever try to keep the noise down without waking up Bill's parents?

Episode 9: A science project is closely due, could the Eltingville club think of something before it's due?

Episode 10: Eltingville is at Comic Con! But there's a problem... A battle between the differences of Nerd and Geek

Episode 11: There were other clubs that existed in Eltingville, The Eltingville club battles with the other clubs to be the solo club

Episode 12: Bill treats the club differently and acts differently than he usually was, the members of the club start to find out

Episode 13: homecoming is around the corner! Will the Eltingville club get dates before homecoming? (Probably not)

Potential Welcome To Eltingville Episode Ideas:

Made this under 20 minutes because I am that brainrotted over this dumb pilot./Pos

The episodes will exist in my DREAMS!

[kindlyfunkn]

"store closes in an hour come on we have to go hurry!" mf its so late we can go get groceries tomorrow. she put up a fuss about that because "we dont really have anything" I MADE AN ENTIRE POT OF GOULASH YESTERDAY WE HAVE ENOUGH. FOR. ONE. DAY.

"we dont have any milk though:/" uh yeah we do. oh wait right you refuse to drink 1% even if your life depends on it. meanwhile when i run out of 1% i put up with drinking her 3.25% even though it taste like cream to me. and anyway you can survive off no milk for what? your cereal? we dont have any of that either dumbass youre not gonna be drinking anything anyway

god shes so ridiculous about EVERYTHING i know i sound upset about nothing but i literally thought we were going grocery shopping tomorrow when shes. yknow. not off at 8 in the fucking night and home at 9. we have eggs. we have oatmeal. we have a whole meal food in the fridge. we have frozen veggies. there is enough there for breakfast and supper (she can get fast food for lunch at work its what she always does (or did before realizing that oh! the leftovers in the fridge can be put in a container and reheated at your workplace! who knew! not her bc she never fucking cooks anything yet assumes im making these multiple servings all for myself) and i dont have it) between the both of us for tomorrow and then we can go shopping. so easy. so simple. stress free. and she makes a big stink about it bc shes incapable of thinking logically ffs

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[arolesbianism]

I'm starting to see ppl talk abt updating their artfight pages and at first I was like what why it's still months away and then it hit me that by months it was two months and now I'm just silently sweating as my anual side project to remake the eternal gales refs and give them all icons comes back to haunt me

[coloursofaparadox]

i ✨️cannot sleep✨️ and vaguing about shit on the internet feels more cathartic than writing it out somewhere else. suffer.