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[leasstories]

I can’t sleep

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No trigger warnings

WC:  0.7K

Another sleepless night. You have had trouble sleeping for as long as you can remember. Night terrors when you were a kid and now insomnias. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is sleeping soundly next to you. You, however, look at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. You know that if your boyfriend wasn’t asleep right next to you and holding you, you would have left the bed.

But you are afraid you are going to wake him up, so you stay in bed, being a very much awake little spoon. You hate nighttime because everyone is sleeping except for you. You are left alone with your thoughts, in the dark and silence.

At some point, you just can’t take it anymore so you try to delicately untangle yourself from Eddie, trying your hardest not to wake him up. Spoiler alert: it fails. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you hear shuffling behind you. When you turn around, you see your boyfriend tiredly rubbing his eyes.

“Go back to bed, Eds.” You whisper softly.

“What about you?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

You shrug. “I can’t sleep.”

“You haven’t slept at all?” Eddie asks, concerned.

You shake your head in response.

“c’mere.” Eddie says, opening his arms for you.

“Eddie…” you protest. “You should go back to sleep.

“I want to help you fall asleep.” Eddie softly says.

“It might take a while…” you say, sighing.

“I don’t mind, I can’t sleep knowing that you are struggling.” Eddie tells you before pleading. “Please, let me help you.”

You nod and Eddie opens his arms again for you. “C’mere.” He says again.

You crawl into Eddie’s arms and lay your head on his chest.

“Tell me more about your sleep troubles.” Eddie says, trying to understand.

You shrug one shoulder. “Had them forever. When I was a little kid, I had night terrors. The older I got, the more it turned into insomnias. Maybe because I’m subconsciously scared to have night terrors.” You explain.

“Sweets?” Eddie asks, frowning.

“Yes?” you answer, raising your head to look at him.

“How many nights have you spent awake with me obliviously sleep next to you?” he asks.

“All of them…” you say. There is no point in lying, he knows about your sleep troubles now.

“Baby…” he coos. “You should have told me earlier. I would have tried to help or at least stayed awake with you.” Eddie says, ridden with guilt.

“Eddie… you need your sleep; besides, I don’t want to be a burden to you.” You argue.

“Sweetheart… I’m here for you at any time of the day or night.” He says enthusiastically.

“But I don’t want you to sacrifice your nights because of me.” You tell him regretfully.”

“I would sacrifice every night if it meant you can sleep peacefully.” Eddie says while scratching your head with one hand and your back with the other. You hum contently.

Eddie keeps scratching your heads and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how much he loves you.

After fifteen minutes, Eddie feels your body fully relax.

“Baby?” he asks wanting to make sure that you are truly asleep.

When your only answer is soft snoring, Eddie chuckles to himself before softly kissing the top of your head. Eddie then falls asleep with your sleeping form in his arms.

That night, you have got the best night of sleep in forever. Even as a child you never slept this peacefully.

Eddie scratching your head and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear or even reading you a bed time story became a routine for the two of you. Every night, this little routine help you fall asleep. And whenever you are night terrors, which is less and less frequent, Eddie is here to comfort and reassure you. He always starts the process of rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep again. Step by step your sleep schedule is getting better, and it is all thanks to Eddie. You have never felt as safe and peaceful than you do with him and Eddie is glad he could help.

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Blurred Lines - LH44 (1/?)

SYNOPSIS: Conscious co-parenting with your best friend of a decade, what could possibly go wrong?

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Oni Bakare (faceclaim is Chioma Nnadi)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, sexual situations, eventual romance? RATED R (18+/Minors DNI)

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A/N: This idea came to me after it was announced that Van Jones had a second baby with his best friend. Please comment & reblog! Send me asks & stuff too!

Oni Bakare smoothed the skirt of her chic crimson sheath dress as the studio crew did last-minute checks. This was the eye of the hurricane - the moment of relative calm before she and Lewis would be thrust back into the media maelstrom surrounding their baby bombshell.

It had been a whirlwind 48 hours since their announcement. The think pieces had come swiftly, with countless hot takes on whether their "conscious co-parenting" decision was selfish, irresponsible, or the bold next wave of modern families. The Twitter-sphere had been in a frenzy, with both diehard fans and scandalized critics weighing in. Even Van Jones had gotten roped into the fervor after it was revealed he was having another child with his best friend through a similar co-parenting arrangement.

But through it all, Oni had felt a sense of unshakable peace and confidence. Because this was her truth, her life - and she knew with every fiber of her being that she and Lewis were doing the right thing for them.

"We're live in 5…4…3…" The stage manager mouthed the final countdown as the Good Morning America theme music swelled in the studio. Oni instinctively reached for Lewis' hand beside her, feeling its comfortable warmth and familiarity. They were in this together, as they had been for over a decade.

"Our headliner today is an exclusive interview you'll only see here on Good Morning America," Michael Strahan announced, his blinding white smile focused on the camera. "One of the biggest icons in sports, Formula 1 superstar Lewis Hamilton, and acclaimed British Vogue editor Oni Bakare have sent shockwaves through the entertainment world with the announcement that they are having a child together…as friends, not partners."

A quick montage of headlines and Twitter hot takes filled the screen behind Strahan.

"CONSCIOUS CO-PARENTING? LEWIS HAMILTON AND ONI BAKARE HAVING BABY DESPITE JUST BEING BFFS"

"THE RISE OF UNICORN PARENTING: WHEN YOUR SPERM DONOR IS YOUR BESTIE"

"MODERN FAMILIES OR MESSY SITUATION? CELEBS WEIGH IN ON HAMILTON BABY BOMBSHELL"

The screen cut back to Strahan's handsome face, his expression slightly bemused.

"And by the looks of the media firestorm, you two have reignited debates over what even constitutes a 'modern family' in 2023. Lewis, Oni - thanks for being here with us today."

"Thanks for having us," Lewis responded cooly, seemingly utterly unruffled by the madness swirling around them. Oni would never know how he managed to always stay so unshakably calm, even when the world seemed determined to lose its mind around them.

"We're here to set the record straight, clear up any misunderstandings, and share our truth," she added, keeping her tone measured but firm. They were not going to be baited or thrown off course by sensationalism.

"Okay then," Strahan said with a slight chuckle. "Lay it on us - because I think it's safe to say, a whole lot of people are still very confused about this whole 'conscious co-parenting' concept…"

Oni felt Lewis squeeze her hand beneath the bright studio lights, the subtle gesture fortifying her. She was ready - ready to bear her soul, defend their decision, and rise above the noise, scrutiny, and misunderstandings. Because at the end of the day, their modern family of three was bigger than any of that.

Oni took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before launching into their carefully prepared explanation. She knew millions were watching with rapt attention, desperate for clarity amid the seemingly scandalous headlines.

"Lewis and I have been best friends for over a decade. A bond that transcends romantic love," she began, her voice ringing out confidently. "We've walked through life side-by-side, as partners in the truest sense despite not being romantically involved. So when we both felt that desire to experience the profound joy of parenthood, it only felt natural that we would do it together."

She paused, letting her words sink in as the studio remained utterly silent, hanging on her every word. Out of the corner of her eye, Oni noticed Lewis nodding along supportively.

"We put a lot of thought and care into this decision," Lewis jumped in seamlessly. "Despite what the hot takes might suggest, this wasn't some reckless whim between buddies. Oni and I had many deep, soul-searching conversations about what we wanted our lives to look like, and for us, this path of conscious co-parenting encompassed everything we valued."

Michael Strahan furrowed his brow contemplatively. "But surely, you've faced no shortage of criticism and scrutiny over this. There are inevitably those who see it as selfish - bringing a child into a split family situation before they're even born."

Oni bristled internally at the insinuation but kept her expression composed. This was one of the main criticisms they had prepared to counter.

"With all due respect, that's an incredibly outdated and narrow way of looking at what constitutes a loving, supportive family unit," she stated firmly. "This child may be being raised between two homes, but those two homes will be overflowing with love, emotional security, and any other support system a child could possibly need."

Lewis nodded adamantly beside her. "I was raised by my aunts and my mum's best friend, alongside my parents. It was never a spouse-spouse-child dynamic and I turned out pretty alright," he added wryly, flashing that signature megawatt grin that no doubt made thousands of viewers swoon.

"My own family was blended and unconventional, but it didn't make their love for me any less real or valuable," Strahan conceded with a thoughtful nod. "But there are also inevitably those who see this as some sort of trendy celebrity fad, following the likes of Van Jones and others who have done similar 'best friend' co-parenting arrangements. Those who view it as attention-seeking behavior."

Oni opened her mouth to instantly rebut the offensive insinuation, but Lewis beat her to it.

"Anyone who knows Oni and I knows that we aren't the type to put on airs or chase media trends for attention," he stated plainly. "I've spent over half my life so far laser-focused on my racing career and being the best driver I can be. Those who think I would compromise that legendary commitment for some cheap publicity stunt don't know me at all."

His words hung in the air, daring anyone to challenge his unshakable credibility and integrity. Oni felt a rush of pride and gratitude for her best friend.

"We harbor no delusions about this - while our situation may be somewhat unconventional in the modern celebrity landscape, we know the road ahead won't be easy," Oni said, her voice growing slightly softer and more vulnerable. "But we've thought it through from every possible angle. We have a rock solid support system, we're secure in ourselves and each other. Most importantly, we know that any child we bring into this world together will be surrounded by an abundance of love. And really, isn't that what matters most?"

She could hear the crowd murmuring in agreement at her impassioned words. Oni caught Lewis' eye, seeing the depths of conviction reflected back at her. They were in this together, united against whatever noise and criticism the world threw their way.

Because their future child wouldn't be judged by the supposed norms of traditional parenthood - they would simply be raised with unconditional love in a modern family that transcended definition. And in Oni's heart, she knew that was more than enough.

Strahan shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat. "Look, I need to ask the question that I'm sure is on many viewers' minds, as uncomfortable as it may be." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words. "I want to preface this by saying I mean no disrespect whatsoever. But as a journalist, I have to dig into the specifics here and be thorough."

Oni felt her body tense slightly in anticipation, though she tried not to outwardly react. She had a feeling she knew what question was coming.

"Please, ask whatever you need to," Lewis replied evenly, betraying no nerves whatsoever.

Strahan cleared his throat. "For you both to…conceive this child together, despite being just friends…I have to ask about the logistics there. The actual…process." His voice strained slightly on the last word, as if the very topic made him uncomfortable.

Lewis chuckled lowly, drawing the sting out of the awkward moment with his signature unruffled charm. "You're asking how Oni and I plan to actually try to conceive the baby, despite not being romantic partners?"

Strahan's shoulders visibly relaxed somewhat at having the question vocalized so plainly. "Essentially, yes. That's what I'm getting at."

"Well, to be direct - we plan on trying the natural way first," Lewis stated matter-of-factly, leaving no room for obfuscation. "Oni and I have been best friends for over a decade now, yes. But we're also human beings with human needs and an incredibly intimate bond. We've…" He paused, seemingly searching for the right phrasing as a faint smirk played across his lips. Oni felt her cheeks flush slightly, sensing where this was going. "Let's just say we've seen each other in rather…unclothed states more times than I can count at this point. Our friendship transcends boundaries in that way."

A stunned silence fell over the studio for a beat before Strahan sputtered out a response.

"But…you're just friends! You're saying you'll actually…lay together and try naturally first?"

Lewis shrugged, utterly unbothered. "We'll start with the natural method before exploring any medical avenues, yes. Like I said, our bond is hard to fully understand from the outside. We cuddle, we're intimate in a way that blurs the line between romantic and platonic."

Oni could feel her cheeks growing hotter, suddenly incredibly aware of the millions of eyes fixated on them delving into the private intimacies of their relationship, but she lifted her chin, refusing to be ashamed or cave to propriety. This was their truth, their life - and they wouldn't let it be sensationalized.

"We've shared everything throughout our decade of friendship," she stated firmly, regaining her composure. "Our souls, our bodies, our entire lives. Romantically or not, we've never struggled with boundaries in that way. So taking the first step to conceive naturally felt true to our bond."

Strahan seemed to finally accept their candid explanation, though he still looked somewhat shell-shocked. Oni couldn't blame him - even she recognized how bizarre and unorthodox their situation must sound from the outside.

"Well, I can't say I've ever encountered a dynamic like yours before," Strahan admitted with a half-laugh. "But then again, I suppose that's the entire point here. You're forging new ground and defying conventional labels when it comes to modern families."

Lewis squeezed Oni's hand again, a subtle reminder that they were in thisogether, undeterred by any raised eyebrows or skepticism along the way.

"Precisely," he stated with conviction. "The greatest loves in our lives rarely fit into neat boxes or outdated descriptions. Our family and our child may look different, but it will be boundless and unconditional at its core. And that's what matters most."

Oni felt her heart swell with profound love and trust for her best friend at his words. However untraditional their path, she knew he was right - their unique family dynamic would be defined solely by the depth of love they poured into it.

And no misconceptions or judgments could ever diminish that truth.

Strahan nodded slowly, seeming to finally accept their situation, though hints of bewilderment still lingered in his expression. "I have to admit, when I first heard about your plans, I was definitely among the confused masses. Co-parenting with your best friend in this way is…unconventional, to say the least."

"We're well aware," Oni replied dryly. "Believe me, we've had to develop fairly thick skins these past few days with all the hot takes and scrutiny."

"But you both seem so grounded and sure about this," Strahan continued. "What would you say to the critics who call this selfish or claim you're not putting the child's needs first?"

Oni felt Lewis tense beside her, knowing this line of questioning struck a nerve. She rested her hand on his arm in a subtle, calming gesture before responding.

"With all due respect to the critics, they don't grasp the foundation of profound, unshakable love that our family will be built upon," she stated firmly. "Too many get caught up in checking outdated 'normal family' boxes without stopping to question why those norms exist in the first place."

"Exactly," Lewis jumped in, his voice thick with conviction. "The idea that a child needs 'one mom and one dad living together under one roof' to thrive is not only flawed, it's damaging. I was raised between multiple homes in my childhood - by my mum, my aunties, my grandparents. And you know what? I wouldn't change a single thing because I was surrounded by more love and support than most."

Oni nodded adamantly. "This child won't just have two parents, but an entire extended family's worth of guidance, care, and emotional security. My parents, Lewis' family, our dear friends - we're creating a modern village that will raise them up in ways a traditional nuclear household could never replicate."

"Not to mention the priceless gift of having two parents who are choosing them, despite not choosing the conventional romantic path," Lewis added softly. "Our child will always know they were deeply desired and celebrated, in a way many don't get to experience."

A hush fell over the studio as Oni felt Lewis' words wash over her. She blinked back the faint prickle of tears at his profound sentiment, squeezing his hand tightly in gratitude. She opened her mouth to echo his beautiful truth when Strahan finally spoke up.

"You know, I think you're both onto something really profound here," the host said slowly, his eyes narrowing contemplatively. "In many ways, your modern family setup surrounding this child with a 'village' of love transcends what we traditionally think of as a nuclear household. It's inspiring to see you both so committed to prioritizing your child's emotional needs over outdated scripts of what a family is 'supposed' to look like."

Lewis and Oni exchanged a loaded glance, feeling the powerful weight of truth and acceptance in Strahan's words. Against all odds, it seemed the initial media firestorm and confusion was finally beginning to give way to understanding - or at the very least, openness to reimagining what a loving family could look like in 2023.

As the interview wound down, Oni felt a buoyant sense of hope and reassurance swelling within her. No matter how many misguided hot takes and scrutiny they would inevitably continue facing, she knew their unorthodox road was the right one for them.

Because when you stripped away all the noise and judgments, they were just two soulmates striving to create an abundant, overflowing fountain of love for their child to be raised in. And in the end, what could be more precious and valuable than that purest of intents?

The interview finally wrapped, and Lewis and Oni made their way out of the Good Morning America studio, arm-in-arm. A small crowd of fans and paparazzi had gathered outside, shouting questions and jostling for photos.

Lewis instinctively placed his hand at the small of Oni's back, guiding her protectively through the commotion towards their awaiting car. She shot him a grateful smile as they slid into the backseat, the tinted windows providing a blessed reprieve from the media frenzy.

As their driver pulled away, Oni let out a long exhale, suddenly feeling the weariness of the high-pressure interviews wash over her now that the adrenaline was fading. She pulled out her phone, opening their family WhatsApp group chat to find a flood of supportive messages.

"You two were brilliant! So proud of how you represented our modern loved ones," her mother's text read.

"My future grandchild is going to be raised with so much love and wisdom," Lewis' stepmom, Linda had written, accompanied by a string of heart emojis.

A warmth bloomed in Oni's chest as she read through the outpouring of love and affirmation from their inner circle. No matter how many critics they faced, their caring village would always have their backs.

"The family's over the moon," Oni murmured, angling her phone to show Lewis the stream of positive texts.

He gave her that signature, lopsided grin, squeezing her knee affectionately. "You did amazing up there, by the way. I meant what I said - our child is going to be so deeply desired and celebrated."

Oni felt her cheeks flushing slightly at the profound sincerity in his voice. Their bond transcended simplistic labels, but she had never doubted the depth of Lewis' care for her.

"Well, I should hope so, considering all the effort we're putting in," she replied lightly, trying to diffuse the building tension.

Lewis arched an eyebrow suggestively. "Speaking of effort…we've got about 10 hours until your ovulation window tonight."

Oni tried to suppress her smirk, ignoring the shiver that went through her at his heated look. "Is that so? Well then, I suppose I'll need to stay hydrated and rested up until then…"

The car rolled to a stop at their hotel's discreet entrance, mercifully ending their escalating tension for the time being. But Oni couldn't deny the undercurrent still simmering between them as Lewis helped her out of the car, his hand lingering perhaps a beat too long at the small of her back.

Once upstairs in the privacy of their suite, Oni finally allowed herself to fully relax, kicking off her heels with a sigh of relief. "Mind unzipping me?" she asked Lewis nonchalantly, turning to present her back to him.

His calloused fingers brushed the nape of her neck as he slowly drew down the zipper of her fitted dress. Oni shimmied out of the crimson fabric until she stood in just her lacy undergarments.

"I'm going to freshen up," she tossed over her shoulder, very aware of Lewis' heated gaze lingering on her barely-clothed form. "Did you want anything to eat while I'm up?"

"I could eat," he murmured in a tone that could have meant absolutely anything.

Oni shot him a look over her shoulder, fighting back a grin. "A salad? Something light before we really work up an appetite later?"

"Sure, that works for me," Lewis replied easily, stretching out on the hotel’s recliner with an inscrutable expression.

Disappearing into the bathroom, Oni turned on the shower and let the memories of the day wash over her. The interviews, the attention, the anticipation - it had all been building to this pivotal evening.

Because despite any raised eyebrows or skepticism from the outside world, she and Lewis were truly about to embark on creating the greatest bond two souls could share. And damned if she wasn't going to savor every single heated, intimate, sacred moment.

Oni emerged from the steamy bathroom sometime later, skin flushed and a robe hugging her curves. Lewis looked up from where he was reclining on the sofa, his hungry gaze roaming over her.

"You look…refreshed," he said carefully, something smoldering beneath his nonchalant tone.

Oni ignored the delicious shiver that went through her at his heated look. "I could use something to eat before we really get this evening underway," she replied, keeping her own voice measured despite the undeniable electricity crackling between them.

Lewis rose fluidly from the couch and closed the distance between them in a few strides. Up close, Oni could see the molten desire burning in his eyes, could smell his earthy, spiced cologne enveloping her senses.

"Later," was all he murmured roughly before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

Oni sank instantly into his solid embrace, parting her lips and allowing their passion to finally detonate after simmering all day. Lewis walked them backwards until her back hit the wall, his calloused hands roaming over the satin of her robe.

For long, heated moments there was only the sounds of harsh breaths mingling, of fingers clutching at fabric and warm skin, of two souls expressing the depths of their desire for one another without restraint or apology.

Finally, Lewis tore his lips away, resting his forehead against Oni's as they both gulped in air. His dark eyes bored intently into hers.

"You're sure about this?" he rasped out, his voice wrecked. "Once we start down this road…"

Oni silenced him with another bruising kiss, knowing words were useless in conveying the molten certainty burning within her soul. This had been their path, their destiny, from the moment they first locked eyes over a decade ago.

All paths had pointed them towards this pivotal, sacred moment - two fervent hearts joining as one to create new life from their boundless love. No matter how unorthodox or confusing to the outside world, Oni knew this was the purest expression of their eternal bond.

Everything else could wait - tonight, there was only this. She and Lewis, pouring every ounce of passion and intent into their joining, into the first tremulous sparks that would hopefully catch and become the greatest miracle of all.

So much more than a baby…the embodiment of the depths they could share without limits or apologies.

Lewis's hands roamed over Oni's silky robe, bunching the fabric up around her thighs as he pulled her flush against him. She could feel the hard planes of his body through the thin material of his shirt, craving to tear it off and connect them skin-to-skin.

As if reading her mind, Lewis impatiently stripped off his own shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Oni ran her hands greedily over the compact muscles, nails lightly grazing his bronzed skin and eliciting a guttural groan from deep within him.

No more words were spoken as Lewis deftly undid the knot of Oni's robe, letting the garment puddle at her feet. She stood bare before him, the air electric between their trembling bodies as their eyes drank in every curve, every plane.

Tender yet feverish kisses trailed across Oni's jawline, down the column of her neck as they slowly began mapping every inch of newly uncovered territory. It was far more than just the primal urge to mate - this was veneration, consecration.

Lewis trailed scorching kisses down Oni's neck as her fingers threaded through his braids. She arched against him, wordlessly urging him on as arousal coursed hotly through her veins. Oni scraped blunt nails down the rippling muscles of his back, eliciting a guttural groan from deep within him. The sound seemed to reverberate through her very core, igniting a smoldering ache low in her belly.

"Lewis..." Oni breathed out his name like a sacred supplication as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts. She shifted restlessly against him, every nerve ending utterly alive and begging for his touch.

Lewis's hands continued their exploratory journey down Oni's body, leaving a trail of molten sensations wherever they touched. She couldn't help but gasp as his hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her heated core. She arched against him, wanting more of his touch. Lewis obliged, sliding a finger through her folds and finding the hard nub of her clit.

Oni moaned loudly as he circled the sensitive bud with his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The ache between her legs intensified as Lewis continued to stroke and tease her, driving her closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he lifted his head from where he had been nibbling at the swell of her breast and looked into Oni's eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with desire and something more - an unspoken promise.

Without breaking eye contact, Lewis slowly lowered himself down until he was kneeling before Oni. His whiskey-brown eyes never left hers as he pressed his lips to the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Oni's breath caught in her throat as she watched him trail hot kisses up towards her center. When his tongue flicked out to taste her, she cried out in pleasure. He eagerly devoured her, tongue darting in and out of her slick heat while his fingers continued to work magic on her clit.

Oni could feel herself spiraling towards release, every nerve ending screaming for it. And then Lewis did something unexpected yet utterly mind-blowing - he hummed a tune against her clit.

The vibrations sent Oni hurtling over the edge into an intense orgasm that ripped through every inch of her body. She moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving behind a delicious tingle that lingered long after the climax had passed.

Oni slowly came down from her high, and Lewis moved up to place his forehead against hers, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. They both stood there in silence for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

Finally, Lewis broke the peaceful stillness with a soft chuckle. "I never knew humming could have such an effect," he remarked with a grin.

"Is that your secret weapon?" she teased.

Lewis chuckled again before growing serious. "Honestly though, I just wanted to do something unexpected and different for you. You deserve nothing less," he said, his eyes glowing with sincerity.

Oni felt her heart swell at his words and she leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. "Thank you," she whispered against his mouth.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You are like no other, Oni," he said softly, his voice filled with reverence.

Before she could respond, however, there was a knock on the door. Oni was startled by the interruption. Her heart raced as she quickly tried to cover herself with the discarded robe.

"It's probably just room service," Lewis said with a chuckle as went to open the door.

Sure enough, it was room service with their dinner - a feast fit for royalty.

Oni let out a contented sigh as Lewis signed for their food delivery and closed the door behind the server.

"I guess we'll have to save round two for after we've refueled," Lewis remarked with a sly wink as he led her to the small dining table.

Despite the heavy undercurrent still thrumming between them, Oni couldn't help but laugh. Even after over a decade of uniquely close friendship, Lewis could still make her feel like a blushing teenager with his roguish charm.

As they tucked into their meals, the comfortable silence between them was a soothing balm after the earlier whirlwind of media interviews and public scrutiny. For every harsh spotlight and derisive opinion weighing in on their unconventional family plans, Oni found solace in these private moments - just her and her best friend of so many years.

"Can you believe we're actually doing this?" she murmured after a few minutes, gesturing vaguely between them with her fork. "After all this time…"

Lewis reached across the table to squeeze her free hand, his calloused thumb caressing her knuckles. "I know. Who would have thought over a decade ago that we'd end up here?"

There was a pregnant pause as their eyes locked, a gleam of unmistakable tenderness flickering in Lewis' whiskey-hued gaze. Oni felt her breath catch at the sudden weighted intimacy of the moment - a reminder of just how singular and fathomless their bond truly was.

"And yet, it feels utterly right, doesn't it?" he continued in that low, velvet rasp of his. "Like this was the path we were always destined for, even if we couldn't see it clearly until now."

Oni felt her lips curve upwards as she turned her palm to interlace their fingers together. "You always did have a flair for the poetic."

Lewis huffed a soft chuckle, using their joined hands to tug her forward until she rose and settled herself on his lap. Oni instinctively slid her arms around his neck as his wrapped securely around her waist, bodies melding together seamlessly after countless past embraces over the years.

"I'm just saying…despite the confusion and noise from outsiders, this?" He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, placing a feather-light kiss on her hammering pulse point. "This was always inevitable for us. We're simply transcending stale labels and norms to create something greater than the world has seen before."

Oni hummed in agreement, combing her fingers soothingly through the soft thicket of curls at his nape as a welcome shiver traced her spine. While their arrangement may have seemed bizarre to most, she had never felt more certain of anything in her life.

"You're right," she finally murmured, pulling back just enough to trace the beloved contours of Lewis' face with her fingertips. "We're writing our own story now, one without limits or boundaries. All that matters is the boundless truth of our connection."

His smile in return was brighter than a supernova, awash with rekindled tenderness and want. Then his lips crashed over hers with searing intensity, coaxing a desperate whimper from Oni's throat.

If the outside world still couldn't fathom or accept the triumph of their unbreakable union, so be it. In this transcendent moment, they needed no one's validation or approval.

As Lewis deftly parted the folds of her robe and mapped her fevered skin with questing hands, Oni surrendered fully to the entirety of their shared truth. She was his, he was hers - they simply were, in whatever divine form their extraordinary love took.

Everything else in existence paled before the magnitude of their joining. And from that sacred intertwining, something profound and miraculous would surely bloom into being a symbol of them both.

The private plane descended onto the tarmac in Miami and she could feel the palpable thrum of anticipation rolling off Lewis in waves beside her.

"You'd think after all these years, the thrill of a new race weekend would wear off a bit," she teased, bumping his shoulder affectionately.

Lewis just grinned, that little boy's gleam of excitement shining through despite his global superstar status. "And miss out on all the pageantry and madness of somewhere like Miami? Not a chance."

The evening before jetting off, they'd made a rather significant call first - a tele-visit to Oni's obstetrician, Dr. Reynolds. The no-nonsense physician hadn't minced words after reviewing Oni's last pelvic exam and her cycle data.

"Just to confirm, based on your hormonal levels, your current ovulation window began around the end of last week," Dr. Reynolds had stated matter-of-factly. "It will likely close out by the end of this month. Factoring in your age of 35, we need to be proactive about timing insemination during this fertile period."

Oni had bristled slightly at the oblique reference to her being an "older" mother. She was in prime physical condition after her transition to veganism last year, but she knew her age was simply a medical reality when it came to conception.

Lewis had given her hand a reassuring squeeze then. "Oni has actually cleared her work schedule for the next two weeks so we can put all our efforts into trying to conceive this cycle."

The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn't comment further on their rather unorthodox approach. Instead, she reiterated the importance of meticulous cycle tracking and exploring fertility treatments if they didn't have success within the next 3 cycles.

"It will happen naturally this time around," Oni had stated with resolve. "I've been incredibly healthy and active for years now."

And she was utterly convinced it would. This cosmic paradox she and Lewis were embarking on, nurturing new life into existence through the most untraditional of circumstances, felt utterly written in the stars. No cautionary statistics or doubtful raised eyebrows could shake her faith in that certainty.

As their plane taxied on the sunny Miami tarmac, Oni couldn't deny the rising flutter of possibility and anticipation in her core. This was it - the official start of their most significant journey yet. One not defined by age or ominous odds, but by the profoundly transcendent truth of their eternal, intertwined bond.

Stepping out into the humid Miami air, they were immediately swarmed by a frenzy of fans and media. Oni instinctively moved closer to Lewis' solid presence, drawing strength from his unwavering support as the flashes and shouts assailed them.

Once they were ensconced in the blessed privacy of their town car, Oni let out a weary sigh as Lewis took her hand.

"Think we'll ever get a moment's peace again?"

"We're writing our own story, remember?" he rumbled, kneading the tension from her knuckles. "On our terms, not theirs."

Oni felt herself instantly relax at his deep timbre, warmth blooming in her chest as their eyes met and held with that undeniable heated promise.

"Then let's make the most of our limited window this weekend…" she murmured suggestively.

As the car rolled towards their hotel, Oni allowed her mind to embrace the delicious thrill of the days ahead. A temporary oasis from the madness, where they could simply surrender themselves over to the cosmic forces drawing them inexorably towards their greatest collaborative endeavor.

No concessions, no apologies.

The electric energy was palpable as Lewis strode into the Miami Grand Prix paddock for the ceremonial Media Day activities. Despite being one of the older drivers on the grid at this point, he felt an extra pep in his step, a renewed vitality coursing through his veins.

Ever since he and Oni had touched down in the pulsating heart of Miami a few days prior, they had utterly surrendered themselves to the depths of their connection. Away from prying eyes and deafening noise, their private hotel suite had become a satin-sheeted sanctuary where little else existed beyond worshiping at the altar of their transcendent bond.

With each heated joining, fevered caress, and breathless cry of rapture, Lewis felt that profound spark within Oni blaze ever brighter. While he knew better than to make any assumptions, deep in his soul Lewis was utterly convinced that Oni had to be pregnant by the end of this cycle.

As he made his way through the obligatory schedules of sponsor obligations, fan interactions, and media gauntlets, that blazing certainty fueled his every step. Lewis greeted the roars of supporters with his signature magnetism and ease, posing for selfies and signing merch with a genuine warmth.

He couldn't help but chuckle as multiple well-wishers pressed teddy bears and children's books into his hands with murmurs of "For the little one!" Despite any lingering outside confusion, it seemed their fiercely devoted fanbase was wholeheartedly embracing the prospect of a new tiny member joining their tribe.

Finally, it was time for the designated press interviews and round-table driver chats. Lewis settled easily into the chair, offering a friendly greeting to his fellow drivers: Valtteri Bottas, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, and Carlos Sainz.

"Alright, I'll go ahead and address the elephant in the room to start," a reporter off to the side began as the cameras began rolling. "We'd be remiss if we didn't ask about the bombshell you and your good friend Oni Bakare dropped a few weeks ago regarding your…unconventional path to parenthood."

Lewis felt his publicity team tense off to the side, but he simply flashed his trademark grin as Verstappen and the other drivers shifted in rumpled bemusement. Leave it to the media to ensure no respite from the chaos.

"You mean the news about Oni and I consciously choosing to bring a child into this world together through our profound connection, despite not being romantic partners?" he clarified calmly, refusing to allow any sensationalism to pervade his portrayal.

"Um, yes. Precisely that," the reporter continued carefully. "I have to imagine that regardless of your closeness as best friends, that decision and…process is rather uncharted territory. As you both move forward with attempting to conceive, are you excited? Apprehensive? How are you approaching such an intimate undertaking while maintaining appropriate boundaries?"

A hushed silence fell over the broadcast booth, every eye laser-focused on Lewis as he considered his response. He was vaguely aware of Oni's grounding energy in the back of his mind, a tether to their shared truth that fortified him.

"Excited doesn't begin to capture the all-encompassing sense of purpose and elation I feel about this ultimate journey," he said after a moment, keeping his deep voice sincere and unhurried. "For too long, society has clung to rigid definitions of what family is meant to look like, what milestones are meant to be checked off in prescribed order. But Oni and I…we've always forged our own path."

Lewis paused, feeling the weight of a thousand incredulous stares pressing in on him. But he didn't care - he and Oni were penning an entirely new narrative, and he was unafraid.

"What we share transcends any preconceived notion of acceptable norms. We are intertwined, in every way two souls can be," he continued gamely. "So while the actual process may look different…it is simply our truth asserting itself. Bringing new life into this world is the most natural progression for us."

He let the power of his words resonate for a long moment, drawing in a bolstering breath. "So am I excited? Hell yes, because I know the child we'll pour ourselves into creating will be the ultimate embodiment of love itself. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

The press room remained utterly still and silent as Lewis' declaration hung in the air. Over on the driver's panel, he caught Verstappen's infinitesimal nod of acknowledgment - a tacit sign of acceptance, however bewildered, from one gladiator to another.

Because that was the harmonizing crux that would fortify Lewis and Oni against any remaining noise or detractors: they were trailblazers, demolishing long-outdated doctrines to elevate the true meaning of unconditional love for all to witness first-hand.

The sleek hospitality suites and extravagant fan activations surrounding the Miami Grand Prix paddock were a whirlwind of glamour and excitement as race day dawned bright and sunny. Celebrities, socialites, and deep-pocketed motorsports enthusiasts mingled amid the buzzing pre-race atmosphere.

Somewhere in the thickest part of the pulsating crowd, Oni strode confidently alongside Lewis - her best friend, soul partner, and the hopeful father of a child they were ardently attempting to conceive during her current fertile window. Just a few months ago, she'd been privately celebrating being named the new Editor-in-Chief of British Vogue. Now she was the center of global attention for an entirely different, infinitely more seismic reason.

But if Oni felt any trepidation or self-consciousness at the heightened scrutiny and flashing bulbs assaulting her, she didn't show it. Her all-white ensemble skimmed her curves with effortless sophistication, her raven tresses coiled in a sleek updo. She was the very embodiment of trademark Vogue poise and polish.

Despite her years inhabiting the upper echelons of the fashion world, Oni still felt a frisson of excitement at the celebrities surrounding them. She couldn't help but do a slight double-take as Venus Williams strolled by in a scintillating mini-dress.

Lewis noticed her momentary distraction, giving her hand a subtle squeeze as he escorted her through the teeming paddock crowds like a human forcefield. "You've got to get used to being a bigger draw than the A-Listers now, my love," he murmured, voice deep and rasping in that way that still made Oni shiver.

She was acutely aware of his body angled infinitesimally closer to her than usual, aura radiating fierce, protective energy. That had been his default setting ever since they began attempting to conceive earlier in the week. Though she rolled her eyes externally, Oni couldn't deny the heated swirl of love and tenderness within her at his doting behavior.

As they passed the Red Bull hospitality section, Lewis deftly sidestepped a throng of rowdy bros, keeping Oni tucked securely to his side. She shook her head in tolerant amusement as his free hand fluttered almost unconsciously to her still-flat belly before coaxing her onward.

"Lewis, honestly, I'm not even pregnant yet," she couldn't help but chide fondly.

Her best friend simply shot her a devilish smirk, all electrifying charm. "Better to be safe than sorry. Can't be too protective of my favourite person."

The undeniable hint of smoky promise in his tone had desire sparking low in Oni's belly despite herself. The last few days together had been utterly rapturous - consecrating their connection, minds and bodies so profoundly melded that she still wasn't entirely sure where she ended and Lewis began.

Amidst the sensory overload of the Grand Prix festivities, Oni could still feel the deliciously lingering imprint of Lewis's reverent touch and scorching caresses searing her very essence.

Shaking off the heated longing that twisted deliciously low in her core, Oni allowed herself to bask in the magic of the moment as she and Lewis finally broke free of the credential check queues.

"There you two are!" A boisterous voice made them turn to see Lewis' longtime friend and confidante, Miles, weaving through the VIP crowd towards them.

Miles was an eccentric personality to be sure, with his vibrant turquoise suit and matching tinted sunglasses, but he was part of Lewis' inner circle of fiercely loyal friends. He greeted them both with enthusiastic embraces.

"The center of attention as always, eh Lew?" Miles remarked with a wink. Then, before either of them could react, he dropped into an exaggerated crouch directly in front of Oni.

"What's up, little baby Hamilton?" Miles stage-whispered, rubbing his hands exaggeratedly over Oni's still-flat belly. "Uncle Miles is manifesting all the fertile vibes straight at you right now."

Lewis burst out laughing as Oni swatted Miles' hands away. "Down boy! We're trying, sure, but no bun in this oven just yet."

Miles straightened up, grinning unapologetically. "Gotta speak that shit into existence! This kid is coming in hot on a tidal wave of pure, cosmic love energy from you two."

He punctuated the declaration by lightly jabbing Oni's abdomen one more time, shimmying his shoulders in a goofy little dance.

"You're such an idiot," Oni giggled despite herself, shoving his hands away again. As annoying as Miles could be, there was something so joyfully uplifting about his energy.

Lewis wound his arm around Oni's trim waist, pulling her in snugly against his solid frame. He dropped Miles a cheeky wink. "Well, keep putting in the good word upstairs, mate. We'll take all the extra mojo we can get."

Leaning into the comforting warmth and cedar spice of her best friend's solid frame, Oni allowed herself to bask in the sublime reassurance of their profound bond for a lingering moment.

Miles draped his lanky arms around their shoulders in his usual boisterous fashion. "So, where's the party at? Merc motorhome for a hot second?"

"That's the plan," Lewis chuckled, guiding them towards the sleek Mercedes-AMG hospitality suite.

As they entered the air-conditioned oasis amid the paddock madness, Toto Wolff looked up from where he was reviewing some telemetry data and broke into a wide grin. "Ah, look who decided to show up for work!." He enveloped Oni in a tight hug. "Oni, you look beautiful as usual."

"Thank you, Toto," Oni replied smoothly as they parted.

"No problem," he intoned with an exaggerated wink. "Though I must admit, I'm rather put out that I now have to queue up to be considered as a godfather for this little bundle of joy you two are cooking up."

Lewis barked out a laugh, slinging an arm casually around Oni's shoulders. "Sorry, you'll have to get in line behind about half the paddock it seems. Everyone's angling to get their name on the prospective godparent list."

Toto shook his head in bemused resignation while Miles cackled delightedly beside them. "Well, in that case, best of luck to you both on your…unique new endeavor. Though I shudder to think of the little terror you two would unleash into this world."

"You and me both," Oni couldn't help but quip dryly, drawing another round of laughter from the group.

The convivial banter was interrupted as one of Toto's assistants murmured something in his ear. "Ah, duty calls," the team principal sighed, clapping Lewis heartily on the shoulder. "Pre-race briefing and strategy session. You're with me, Lewis."

Lewis turned to Oni, cupping her face in his calloused palms as he brushed tender kisses across both her cheeks. Toto raised an incredulous brow, but didn't comment as Miles openly smirked beside them.

"I'll see you out there shortly," Lewis murmured, letting his lips linger perhaps a beat too long against Oni's skin.

She rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, but couldn't deny the delicious tendril of warmth that unfurled in her belly at his heated gaze and proximity. "Go focus, you sap. I'll be watching."

With one final searing look that held the promise of so much more, Lewis allowed himself to be led away by Toto, leaving Oni and Miles alone.

"So, shall we make our way to the paddock club and get a decent vantage point?" Miles said lightly, offering Oni his arm with a theatrical flourish. "After all, can't have you missing a moment of Lewis out on track."

Oni accepted his arm with an amused chuckle, allowing Miles to lead them through the paddock towards the exclusive viewing area. She knew the eyes of the world would be trained on her and Lewis once more, judging their every move through the reductive lenses of their own prejudices and beliefs.

"How are you coping with…all this, by the way?" Miles asked after a few paces of companionable silence, correctly reading the pensive aura surrounding Oni. "The media frenzy, the invasive hot takes…it's a lot to deal with on top of, you know, the enormity of what you two are undertaking together."

Oni considered for a long moment before answering. Around them, the electrifying Grand Prix energy built in cresting waves of anticipation and glamour.

"It's…a continuous evolution in perspective, if I'm being honest," she said finally, opting for vulnerability over bravado. "Some moments I feel overwhelmingly empowered and validated in our choice. Like we've cracked the code of love itself, recreating what constitutes a 'family'." A warm spring breeze tossed Oni's coiled hair as she paused, searching for the right words. "But then there are the other times when the noise and judgments feel deafening, disorienting even. Like the whole world is gasping in unified confusion over the audacity of our connection."

Miles squeezed her arm supportively as they reached the posh venue of the paddock club staked out high above the garages. Settling into their seats overlooking the grated track, he turned towards Oni with an earnest look.

"For whatever it's worth? I think what you two are doing - pouring every ounce of your energy and love into bringing new life in entirely on your terms - is incredibly badass and inspiring," he stated simply. "The world can balk and furrow its brows all it wants. But you both are tapping into something infinitely purer and more powerful than any of us can even comprehend."

The warm sincerity of his words washed over Oni, settling her spinning thoughts into peaceful clarity once more. She offered Miles a grateful smile as the pre-race fanfare reached a fever pitch.

"Thank you. That…truly means a lot."

From their vantage point, Oni instantly spotted Lewis prowling the starting grid far below, the vivid streaks of his Mercedes AMG livery crackling with kinetic promise. As if acutely sensing her gaze, he glanced up towards her, hand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun as an incandescent grin curved his lips. Slowly, purposefully, Lewis blew Oni an exaggerated kiss before refocusing.

Miles burst out laughing beside her. "And you're sure you two have never hooked up before this? Because I'm getting some seriously sensual, lingering stare-across-the-dance-floor vibes here."

Oni swatted his arm with a laugh of her own, feeling the familiar heated flush spill across her cheeks. "Of course not, you ass. Lewis and I would never…"

The retort trailed off as her breath caught, her eyes locking onto Lewis's lithe, purposeful form far below once more. For the briefest of moments, Oni allowed herself to truly consider Miles' teasing implication - to picture what it could be like to truly, irrevocably bind herself to Lewis in every possible sense of the word, but just as quickly, the fleeting fantasy dissipated like a mirage, replaced by the serene clarity of her innermost truth.

Oni simply sat back in her paddock club seat, Miles' bawdy chuckling still ringing in her ears, and allowed a profound sense of tranquility to settle over her like a well-worn quilt. Below, the race machinery growled to gnashing, roaring life as the formation laps commenced.

I’m making the right decision, she chanted in her head. It wasn’t to affirm the choice she made with Lewis, but more so a reminder for her to look at the bigger picture. Despite his recent over affectionate behavior, Oni knew that she had to stay on track and not let any fantasies disrupt the end goal. Besides, they tried to be more than friends in the past and it nearly killed their entire relationship. She was there for one thing and one thing only – make as many babies with Lewis as possible.

Love, on the other hand, that was nothing but a ouïe dream.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

#emjayewrites #lewis hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfic #sir lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton x black oc #f1 x reader #blurred lines

[misc-obeyme]

Feel free to ignore if it's not a comfortable subject Remember that chapter when Solomon makes trials for mc and the first one is to keep tiny lucy safe I have a big chest and everything that is small and I am too lazy to put away in a pocket/bag goes in my bra Like lighter or cash Sometimes when there were smaller phones, the phone as well So my first instinct reading that chapter was... Put lucy in bra... Don't think he will be unhappy or even too visible from there Problem solved

OMG anon I LOVE this!!

I'm just imagining tiny lil Luci tucked in your cleavage, blushing like crazy and trying to act like he's still cool when he is totally not cool.

He's happy, but he's flustered about it lol.

Of course, if you tuck him in and he's not visible, I could see him being lulled to sleep. You're probably soft and warm, how's he gonna keep himself awake under such conditions? I know this isn't Belphie we're talking about, but I dunno it sounds like perfect sleep conditions to me. Or you might end up with backseat!driver Lucifer - his voice just randomly issuing from your chest like no, MC don't do that. Or maybe go left here, MC. And anyone around who doesn't know what's going on is just ??? lol.

Solomon awards you that star right then and there because what an innovative way of protecting tiny Lucifer.

Truly a fabulous idea, anon, 10/10 no notes.

#I would tease lil Luci so hard #'cause I think he'd do that blush and frown thing #and be all this is inappropriate MC #but really he's all about it #we're onto you Lucifer #obey me #obey me lucifer #anon asks #misc answers

[claiestve]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 ꨄ Dontis

˜”* ❝𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴅᴏɴᴛɪꜱ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

"Does this hurt you?" 

You wrapped Dontis’ hands and arms with a bandage. They were covered in scars and heartbreakingly deep cuts. You knew he was strong enough to handle the pain but it still upset you seeing him like this. At least he came back in one piece though, right? Still, you wished he’d be more careful. 

"No."

"Why didn't you take me with you?"

“You need a break from the hunting and the fighting. Why would I take you? Even then, my life was on the line and I would never put yours at the same risk.”

He was awfully serious today. Like, less bubbly and gentle. You could tell why, he was injured in every place imaginable and he just came back from defending himself and other people. No matter how long someone’s been alive, that’s something that’ll forever shake them. Nonetheless, you wished he lightened up a bit. It was usually you that’d be the pessimistic one. Not that he was being negative, just, less positive. 

“Maybe if I was there, this wouldn’t happen.”

“Yeah, to me. It’d happen to you and then I’d be here caressing your hands, flirting with you, and making you feel bad.”

“I am not flirting with you, Dontis. I’m trying to help you.”

“Lying won’t get you anywhere, dear.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark. All you wanted was for him to be safe and healthy and you wished more than anything that you were there. You knew he could handle himself. He’s not incompetent but you just have that instinct for your dear incubus.

“And… Done! Can you move your arm well enough?”

“Ah, yeah. Thank you.”

He adjusted himself onto the bed and laid back. He seemed more tense than usual. You narrowed it down to him just being in a lot of pain. It made sense, he came to you with his arms practically painted with blood. Those cuts were deep too. 

“Are you going to keep staring or will you join me?” He smiled at you. 

“I mean, do you want me to?”

“It would make me feel better.”

He opened his arms out for you as you adjusted yourself. Dontis loved doing that, holding you. He loved to have you in his arms, on his chest, and breathing at the same pace as him. You loved it just as much. Though, you’d never admit it and you’d never ask to cuddle. 

When he finally had you, he wrapped his arm around your back, having your chest face his. His grip was more secure than usual. 

“Dontis?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Ah,” He cleared his throat, “Yeah? Why? Do I seem off? I’m sorry if I do.”

That. Right there. Not that Dontis was impolite, because he wasn’t, but he was unapologetically himself. That’s who he is and has been since you’ve met him. But right now, he’s apologizing for… acting strange?

“Dontis. You can talk to me. Actually, no. Please talk to me.”

He used his free hand to hold one of yours, playing with your fingers. 

“I suppose I’ve just been thinking a lot. I’m a survivor of something huge and I made it out with my friend and his love. I should feel accomplished and I do.”

“But?”

“But I can’t. I can’t dwell on this. I have a purpose, to comfort. It seems my kind only live to serve their purpose. I don’t want to though. I want to live my life and with people, I love without only serving my purpose. I do love comforting people but if I could just have a domestic life with you and settle…”

“Why can’t you?”

“It’s not in my blood. I’m not even supposed to think about it. You shouldn’t be the one listening to me anyway. Just… act like I didn’t say anything.”

You unraveled your intertwined fingers and held his hand by the palm. Caressing your hand, Dontis hummed, knowing you would put him in check. 

“Dontis. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like it’s okay, don’t.”

“You’re not supposed to be my therapist, that’s my job.”

He tried to pull his hand away from yours. It didn’t work. You wouldn’t let him push this aside. You wanted him to know that you were there for him no matter what. 

“I don’t care what your job is, Dontis. It doesn’t matter. I’m here for you no matter what. Yeah, your kind have things you’re ‘meant to do’ but Dontis, you’re so much more than that. You’re more than what you were born as, okay?”

“Thank you. You know, you’re kind of good at this. Maybe you’ve learned some things from yours truly.” He teased. 

It was nice to see him being playful again and embracing his personality. He knew he wasn’t alone in this as long as you were here and that’s all you wanted. 

“I love you, okay?”

“I know, dear hunter, I love you too.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

haihaihaihai!!!

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #dontis #lalallalalalala

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Hello there! I stumbled onto your blog due to your half danger noodle fic about Aventurine and wanted to thank you for writing it! It's been a delightful ride and I love your characterization of them (also Snek Aven needs so many hugs from Ratio, go cuddle the noodle professor!) And I saw an ask in here about either Ratio taking care of child Aventurine or Aventurine taking care of child Ratio and uh, sorry but may I raise a third, slightly more angst inclined addition to that? Pardon me if this ends up as a long ask- Ratio getting stuck with Aventurine during his time as N.35, recently caught, just lost his sister, probably had to kill a heck ton of other Avgins with his bare hands with nothing but his own chains and probably as untrusting as either a feral alley cat or a particularly vicious peacock because he remembers nothing of their time together, even angstier if by them Ratio knows about his original name and it just slips out.

I feel like that would be really hard on Ratio, seeing someone he clearly cares about that he can't properly help because he's clearly keeping his distance when the entirety of his core principles is centered around how much he cares for people. And Aventurine wanting really really hard to trust this man but being trapped in fight or flight mode because he isn't sure if Ratio is SAFE.

Sorry if that made no sense, english ain't my first language. Thank you so much for your writing and have a nice day!

Hi anon! Thanks, I'm really happy you're enjoying the snek AU. And as someone who can't wait to write Aven and Ratio cuddling, I most definitely agree, the noodle should be given all the hugs!

And it's more than okay to write long asks, also I do love me some good angst, and damn, this sure hits the spot! This definitely would be so hard on both of them, with Ratio desperate to make him feel comfortable and unthreatened (and also feeling absolutely enraged at the people who did this to him) He would probably also be very stressed about how the slave brand might get infected, because it is still raw and new, and convincing Aven to please let him come close enough to offer him adequate medical care would be a real struggle.

And once Aventurine is back to normal, he sure would be subjected to lots of spoiling and hugs from a very clingy and emotional Ratio.

Thanks again for the ask, and don't worry, it made perfect sense! Besides, english isn't my first language either, so I know how that feels, don't worry. But this was an amazing idea and I'm glad you shared it with me ❤️

#ratiorine #aventio #aventurine #dr ratio #asks #rambling

[slimeboygirlfriend]

Hurts a little less - a hurt/comfort AlClyde centric sitcom au fic

*clears my throat and taps the mic with loud feedback*

Hi! This is my first fic ever. I'm not exactly confident in my writing abilities, but this fandom is allergic to happiness and I had to take matters into my own hands. As promised, my hurt/comf fic that "might be a little gay" (/qp)

Word count: 780

Rating: T

Content warning: Skin picking, depictions of hallucinations, descriptions of hunger, Clyde's horrible case of emotional constipation, absolutely disgustingly bittersweet-but-mostly-sweet descriptions of a squish

Alex's voice was tiny, barely loud enough to break the deafening silence of the cold, autumn air. They shivered, pulling their jacket tighter, trying not to sob from the pain. The skin was peeling off of their bony hands at an alarming rate, revealing a leathery hide covered in stripes.

--

"It hurts."

"Clyde, it hurts," they groaned, unsure if their companion had heard them.

The demon sitting next to them looked over, doing its best to hide any emotion. Emotions get you killed in the world it lived in. Emotions make you vulnerable to attack, and while Alex was in no state to attack it, and it knew that there's no way they would, it was pure instinct at this point.

"I'm sorry," it whispered. It reached out a large, clawed hand to rest on their shoulder, but quickly decided it would be better not to touch them, wrapping its arms doubly around itself in a hug.

Clyde wasn't a dumb creature, or some sort of animal incapable of intelligence. It was fully sentient, and knew right away that all of the symptoms Alex was showcasing was because of it. It was its fault that Alex was coughing up blood, scratching and peeling at their skin, and writhing in pain every night in a fitful, useless attempt at sleep.

"I'm so, so sorry," it repeated.

Alex laughed sadly. "You say that like any of this is your fault,"

"....But…. it is."

Alex was simply confused. "What?"

Clyde sniffled and clung to itself tighter. "It is my fault. I'm the whole reason you're out here. I'm the reason you're on the run from the police. I'm the reason we don't have a home anymore. I'm the reason that you're…. you're…."

"Falling off the bone?"

Clyde had to stop itself from licking his lips, hearing its friend compare themselves to a piece of meat. It'd been well fed for a while, surviving off of sandwiches and whatever leftovers it could find in Alex's trash, but now that they were on the run, it craved. Alex was just so weak, and it would just be so easy….

Which was exactly why it needed to be more diligent in protecting them.

"I have a friend," it blurted out.

Alex simply looked at them in confusion.

"I have a friend in the asylum. My hunting partner. He's tall. And strong. Insanely strong. He's-"

"Winfrey…."

Alex's gaze shifted towards the direction of the asylum, and their vision began to swirl with red waves. Their head began to pound, and they winced, grabbing at their head as they fell heavy against Clyde's chest.

Clyde jumped at the sudden contact, unsure of what to do. It followed their gaze, and could've sworn it heard the faintest familiar melody. It untangled its arms and wrapped them around Alex, who keened into its touch with a sharp, shaky exhale. Every inch of their skin that made contact burned, but at least they weren't cold anymore.

At least they weren't alone.

Alex's voice began to regain its strength now that the biting cold felt a little less intense. "We- we can get your friend out of there. Somehow. We'll have to come up with a plan."

Clyde looked down at them and smiled.

Alex couldn't explain it, but that stupid, horrible smile warmed their heart. Clyde was a thing of local legend, a sort of boogeyman to keep children from wandering too far at night, or too late out on Halloween, nicknamed for that same signature smile that made Alex feel proud to be its friend.

"He can keep us safe," Clyde said, as Alex turned in its lap to face them. "He can keep you safe."

It brushed a strand of their hair out of their face, tucking it behind their ear. Touching their face made it feel sick.

How dare it? How dare it touch Alex's face without permission, doing something so delicate and human? This feeling bubbling in their chest was so similar to how it felt about Winfrey when they first met. What was this? It felt horrifying, but it was so, so just…. good.

"Clyde?"

It quickly snapped out of its trance. Alex grabbed its arm with a grip so gentle and sincere it almost completely drowned out just how much it burned.

Almost.

"You're shaking, buddy. Are you cold?"

Clyde shook its head and simply wrapped its arms snugly around the two of them, laying down with Alex on its chest.

"I think I just need some rest. You do, too."

Alex had no complaints to make. It never imagined cuddling something could feel so nice.

They both slept through the whole night for once.

#ALRIGHT. *cracks my knuckles* #doai #dreams of an insomniac #doai sitcom au #clyde doai #alex williams doai #alclyde #that's their ship name now. I'm picking it out #qpr alclyde #winfrey doai #(mentioned) #queerplatonic fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #veldigun sickness #sickfic #(technically?)

[clonemando]

Aaahhhhhh more kiss fics from you!?! Yes pls!!!

Could I very kindly ask for Fox/Thorn and number 24 - a sleepy kiss pls?

(And thank you for shouting me out as well!)

Thank you for the request! Also all I could imagine during writing this is this: fox is eepy meme and was giggling. Enjoy!

Fox felt like he was floating, like back when he was a cadet and they had swim lessons and they were all taught how to lay on their backs to conserve energy while waiting for rescue. Although that floating was scary because there was a darkness under the waves that could swallow them up at any time. Wherever he was floating now was safe and warm.

"I'm glad you think so Foxy. Does this mean you're finally awake now?" A voice rumbled from under him and sounded close to his ear. It was familiar.

"Thorn?" He asked cracking his eyes open and wincing at the light in the room.

"Yeah, it's me. I told them if you woke up alone you'd go crazy and probably wreck the room before clawing your way into a vent to escape. What do you remember?" He asked and Fox snuggled closer, hiding his face from the light in Thorn's chest feeling a kiss get dropped to his forehead.

"Mmmm there was... A fight?" He tried to figure out what happened but his brain felt like an empty crisper that had been scrubbed clean. He knew there should be more mess in there and no matter how many times he opened the door nothing new was showing up.

"Yeah, Palpatine was evil, which we knew, but he was more evil than we realized. He was gonna try to do some sith ritual on you but you poked me in our bond thing and I was able to get some Jedi to come help. It was a crazy fight and I got my mind jacked for a minute but Windu managed to pull another prime and take his head off. It was satisfying to watch." He admitted and Fox grumbled.

"Don't 'member. Head ain't got no food in it. Like a crisper." He said then frowned into Thorn's chest as his partner laughed at him.

"Yeah turns out he left a lot of darkness goop in our brains. The Jedi helpfully scraped it all out but it takes some of the affected memories with them. The rest of us made video journals first but you were in a... a bad state. So they had to do you without any backlog. Give it some time, we'll get new healthier food in that brain crisper for you Foxy." He promised and Fox wanted to be grumpy about it but everything felt so bright and floaty and nice so he just grunted.

"Need mornin' kiss and some caff... 'm eepy." He whined looking up at Thorn finally through squinted eyes and it earned him another kiss, this time right between his eyes. He almost went cross eyed trying to see it.

"The fox is eepy..." Thorn nearly squeaked looking absolutely gleeful and Fox thought he might need to do something about that but he really was still exhausted and moving to elbow Thorn's kidney would mean having to move and he was so comfortable where he was.

"Thoooorrrnnn... Don't be mean. I'm tired. Can't punch you hard enough." He whined. Thorn finally kissed him on the lips like he wanted.

"Fine. You're just so adorable like this. I need to have the Jedi scrub your brain more often. Just go back to sleep Fox. I'll be here when you wake up again." He murmured and Fox hummed eyes already slipping shut again now he got what he wanted.

"Promise?" Fox asked as sleep started to steal him away again.

"Yeah, I promise." Thorn agreed and Fox felt fingers start petting through his curls and was gone.

#star wars #fanfic #tcw #the clone wars #sw tcw #clone troopers #my writing #commander fox #commander thorn #fluff #fox/thorn #clone shipping #cloneshipping #kiss requests #requests #request game #palpatine dies #off screen like he deserves

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I HAVE A THOUGHT ABOUT TAN AND I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

Imagine brothers best friend Tan, who you haven't seen since high school. Imagine running into him on the train, and he recognises you but you don't recognise him. Imagine him telling Lemon about you, because he liked you back then, and someone overhearing and using you as leverage to get tan to hand over the briefcase

imagine tan giving them the briefcase, getting you out the way and then shooting them before turning back to you and reminding you of who he is. Imagine both of you realising that feelings are still there for each other. Imagine him getting your number and calling you to arrange a date once he got of the train. Imagine tan being fine, and actually calling you and coming for you.

Can't get it out of my poor fluff ridden brain and I just cannot please please help me

K thx byeeeee <3333

love your blog btw ur works are so good and I feel like if anyone can write this it's youuu :D

love LOVE this!! here is my elaboration 💌

all a big ramble, hope it makes sense

PAST BROTHERS BEST FRIEND.

that is just the sweetest???

and bc of the whole thing about him being your brother's friend, neither one of you could express your feelings. and then years go by and you push off those feelings etc etc

and then he sees you on the train in present time and he feels like he got shot back into the time of when he was a teenager and he realises he never actually really, truly got over you. maybe he walked past you and like a few seconds after he's like "wait. no fucking way" but maybe he can't go back to see you bc lem is waving tan over through the doors. so then he's talking to lem about how you're on the train and how he hasn't seen you in years

and he's kinda gushing about you (he was infatuated with you in his teens) so he's just reliving it a little bit (tan and lem have temporarily switched rolls in the chatter department)

they forget where they are (also they have no regard for the rules of the quiet car) so someone overhears and wants to use you as a trap to lure the twins into giving over the case

maybe you're held by the someone with their arm around your neck and you see tan in front of you for the first time since you were also a teen (you were infatuated with him too) and he looks pissed and has his gun pointed at the someone. and maybe the someone threatens him with you and he's just getting more and more pissed so he kicks the case over and when they bend to pick it up, he shoots them in the head. you run over to him and hug him (he's a familiar face and you kinda need some comfort after that)

and he's checking you're okay and has his hands on the side of your face looking you over etc etc. he tells you to get off at the next stop bc shit is going down (he doesn't want you getting hurt) and he can't leave the train til the jobs done. he says how you should give him your number so he can check you make it away safely ;) but he's kinda playful with it, kinda flirty

and when the train 'stops' more like crashes in that little town. the first thing he does is call you. he's wedged between chairs and he's on the floor all twisted and immediately reaches into his pocket for his phone. he's all like "just checking in on you" and bc he's all out of breath and panting a tad (bc the train crash) you're asking if he's okay. and he doesn't want to be a worry, he's all like "yeah, the train just crashed. no biggie" 

then he untangles himself and stands, he's like "don't suppose you got a few spare hours. would be nice to catch up" and he's being so smoothly casual about asking you out as he hobbles off the train

and then now bc the past relationship dynamic confusion thing (maybe your brother and tan are no longer friends) you want to actually refeel those feelings you did all those years ago. so you say no and ask if dinner tonight is better, and make a witty comment about how it gives him time to clean up and get patched up

and he just chuckles and he says how he'll pick you up from your hotel at 7 and to wear something casual. maybe he has an idea of a date he would've done years ago if was allowed to ask you out (you were off limits)

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine headcanon

[ltash]

Promise

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

Aristotle

The chirping of birds and the warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, gently waking me. I felt a hand softly brushing through my hair as I opened my eyes.

"Good morning, love," I heard him say, his voice a deep, comforting rumble.

He was sitting beside me, his fingers tenderly threading through my hair. A cup of hot tea was placed on the side table, steam curling up invitingly. I noticed he had already changed his clothes-he was wearing a black buttoned casual shirt and jeans.

What caught my attention most was his face, fully visible without the usual mask.

I sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. "Good morning," I replied, my voice still groggy. "Your mask." I pointed, curious about his choice.

"No need for it today," he said with a faint smile. "Nobody's coming. We're on our own."

"Soap said that you sleep with it," I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

He smiled, a rare sight. "Yes, but back there. Not here in front of you."

"Simon, when am I going to meet your family?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

His expression shifted, a shadow passing over his face. "Unfortunately, never."

"What? Why?" I pressed, confused and concerned.

"They're all gone," he sighed, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

"Gone? Where?" I asked, my heart sinking.

"To heaven," he replied quietly.

A shock and a wave of grief pierced through me. Without thinking, I pulled him into a hug, cupping his face in my hands. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, feeling his pain as if it were my own. "You've lost everyone and you're still helping me through all this."

He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was a man who had endured unimaginable loss, yet he stood strong, protecting me. I realized then just how much he meant to me and how much I wanted to be there for him, just as he had been for me.

"Nora!" he said, looking into my eyes with a seriousness that made my heart skip a beat. "I need to talk to you."

"Yes, I'm listening," I replied, holding his gloved hands gently in mine, feeling the warmth through the fabric.

"You know, my job requires me to go to different places. We are deployed here and there every now and then. The missions are dangerous and life-threatening," he paused, his eyes searching mine for understanding.

"We can lose our lives anytime we're on a mission. Also, I can't keep any relationships during my job because relationships come with expectations, and I can't fulfill any expectations. I'm not in a position to," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of his words.

I tightened my grip on his hands, searching his eyes for any sign of hope. "But Simon, I don't need you to fulfill any expectations. I just need you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His eyes softened for a moment before the steel returned. "Nora, it's not that simple. My work... it's a constant danger. I can't put you through that."

"You're not putting me through anything. I'm choosing to be here with you," I insisted, my resolve strengthening. "We'll figure it out together, no matter what."

He looked at me, a mixture of admiration and sorrow in his eyes. "You're braver than anyone I've ever known. But I don't want to be the reason you suffer."

I shook my head. "Simon, you're the reason I feel alive. We can't predict the future, but we can face it together. Isn't that worth something?"

For a moment, he was silent, the internal battle evident on his face. Then, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "Alright, Nora. We'll try. But you have to promise me something."

"Anything," I said, my voice muffled against his chest.

"Promise me you'll stay safe, no matter what happens."

"I promise," I whispered, closing my eyes and holding on to him with everything I had.

"I will always be here for you, Simon," I said, my voice steady with conviction. "Waiting for you to come back whenever you get time. I will also try to visit you from time to time. Don't worry! I will handle everything. I will handle Papa Price too, since he is the only one I see after my dad was assassinated."

Simon's eyes softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "Nora, you're incredible. I don't deserve you."

"Don't say that," I replied, cupping his face in my hands. "You deserve all the love and support in the world. You've been through so much, and you're still here, still fighting. That means something."

He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're my strength," he whispered. "I don't know how I'll manage without you, but knowing you're here, waiting... it gives me something to hold on to."

"And I'll always be here," I assured him. "No matter what. We'll get through this together."

He opened his eyes, filled with a determination that matched my own. "Together," he echoed.

A small part from the new episode of my novel.

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty

[skynapple]

Madi Caught Slipping: aka "How Jeremiah falls for every character in the book"

Scroll to find your favorite characters. Some are kinda crack ships. Have fun.

The girls:

Tara: This one's easy. They caught each other's eyes through MC and Xavier. He's at Xavier's place, they met in a common area. Jeremiah is trying to be a good wingman but he knows better than to use old tactics of flirting with MC on purpose to make Xavier act out in jealousy, he can do that when the trio is alone. That day he directed his attention to Tara, some small talk and flirting, maybe slung an arm around her shoulder to drag her to get a bucket of ice or anything for the other two to be alone. But she's adorable and he thinks, what the heck, a date won't hurt. She's pretty, and again, it's a good excuse for causing more circumstances to fall into place. The last thing he expects is to fall in love but it doesn't take much. She's earnest, tightness, selfless, and sweet. And look, who else is he going to gossip about Xavier and MC with? Good luck, Jer. Crystals in his pockets. He doesn't believe in any of her witchy stuff but doesn't mind it if it helps her feel like she's connecting to him or keeping him safe somehow. His religion he feels doesn't really affect it, he's only semi religious anyway. Cute planned dates. Flowers on her desk. Starts carrying some things of her recommendations in the shop. It's an easy, refreshing, comforting, and syrupy sweet relationship. Like two kids giggling in a pillow fort.

Jenna: This one's not easy. But, she's Xavier's "Captain" which, ok, Xavier is Jeremiah's "Captain" so there's the good soldier dynamic. There's a chance -depending on how Infold wants to play it- that Jenna and Jeremiah have a already met. It may be through Backtracker work, anti-Onychinus logistics, Jeremiah's research, something. If they have, it's an easier door. Either way, all they do is talk logistics and mission stuff to begin with. Then it's random small talk. Jenna is fun, and always thinking of others. There's a sense of "we're in this together" that bridges a gap. Maybe he senses that she's overworked. Maybe he hears from Xavier that they lost a hunter on their team. He sends her flowers. Then just keeps sending her flowers so she always has something to brighten her day, because he feels some compassion for the stress she's under, and secretly he's grateful that someone else is looking over Xavier. It's a slow burn. It's dependable, and sweet, and then it's a strong. They're a candle that keep others going, just trying to make it another day, but they keep that candle burning together.

MC: See Budding Romance. Anyways. This one really only works if like, MC has eyes interacts with him a lot more than Xavier. Because Jeremiah is always realistically going to be putting Xavier's needs first? And he really has shipped those two for centuries. He's probably absolutely had it up to here with them (imagine I am gesturing to something really tall for the metaphor.) But it also only works if he realizes he's loved her, because he has to get past a sense of 'She's Xavier's but I want her too.' It also only works if Xavier's holding back a bit, like he senses there may already be something going on between them? If he's confusing MC and she gets comfortable with Jer enough, then maybe, maybe. OR, she is just a version of MC who just doesn't have interest in pursuing Xavier at all, similarly to the MC's that end up with literally any other love interest, this MC would just... be particularly inclined towards Jeremiah to begin with, regardless of meeting Xavier first. Which, Jer would still have to get past whatever he's going to deal with, but once they're together, God. The manic things I've thought.

The way he's loved her for centuries, even if platonically before, to stay at her side in unwavering devotion for centuries, to abandon everything he knows on a chance of saving her, being her second-in-command, probably being the one to hold her tears when she could've easily felt very alone. He knows MC inside and out, TOO. And I think it would be very easy for him to want to slip back into a sense of companionship and want to by her side in any capacity of her life. Jer needs to feel attentive and needed, and I think it would be easy to want to stay by "his commanders" and "his Queens" side purely out of loyalty, and maybe... there's a sense of: It's always been me, I don't want it to be anyone else.

Yvonne: This one's funny. It definitely has to be a coincidental meeting. Jer's not going to any hospitals anytime soon. They have to meet outside work before, either on accident or she's a patron of his store, something like that. But the energy, please. She's beautiful, snarky. He can get behind that. She's also probably overworked. It's easy for him to be a sounding board, listen to all the gossip, or the frustration of incompetent patients. It's easy for him to be a comfort, patients get under your skin sometimes no matter how high the walls. Losing patients is never easy but god if Jeremiah hasn't been used to losing people all the time. It's easy for him to go along with antics. Prank bouquets to unwitting hospital members. And maybe if he's comfortable, he's appreciating that he actually knows a nurse. He teaches her how to care for Philosian differences in physiology, because there's probably things that are different and things he's had to DIY. Oh she'd absolutely shred him an earful if she finds out he's doing something stupid post-Wanderer hunting excursions. He absolutely makes her vision of beautiful custom scrubs come true.

Talia: Lord, Jeremiah as her nth husband? Sure. She's definitely ordering a lot of flowers to pester at Rafayel. Or she's getting flowers for her nth wedding. Maybe Wedding Planner style, it doesn't work out, but hey that florist is kinda--. And honestly, Jer probably picks up on some things. She's not from around here, neither is he. There's a certain vernacular Lemurians use, and there's a vernacular Philosians use. Maybe it's easier to tell earlier on. Kinda like Hispanics and Filipinos can immediately just pick each other out of a crowd. (Source: Is Hispanic). So there may be some companionship in, hey we're not here by choice, something drastic happened. And she's,,, way older century-wise probably, but he's not actually young, and they both have the bodies of a twenty-something. It's fine. They probably can find things to relate to. Old stories, old myths, old movies, old music. It's nostalgic and sweet. Maybe she likes the fact that he's not going to die, unlike her previous human boyfriends.

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the boys:

Xavier: I could write a book but. Just the constant companions and devotion. The loyalty. The "I'm with you to the end" and the fact that Jeremiah was someone he immediately told everything about MC. How, despite Xavier's jealousy, he still depending on him to look after MC and still needed him. Honestly, Xavier needs Jeremiah a lot more than I think he lets on. Vice versa. Xavier wasn't there for him when Jer lost the love of his life, and unlike Xavier's who reincarnates, he's never getting her back. It's a very permanent grief that Philosians seldom had to deal with. I'm sure Xavier feels a sense of regret. At the same time, it just makes Jer more fiercely loyal. I said it above, he deeply needs to have a sense of duty. He desperately needs to be needed by Xavier, to be ordered around and feel like he's contributing. He doesn't want to let him down, and he desperately doesn't want him to ever go through what he has. They know mostly everything about each other. They do love each other, already, so much. It doesn't take much. One or both could've already questioned things. Or they're in a universe where MC already chose someone else, so it's a matter of comfort and redemption and trying to let Xavier heal and grow into someone independent of MC. Also. I think about the fact that in CANON Jeremiah specifically made sure that he brought Xavier's favorite flowers with them from Philos and if that's not love I don't know what is. In this essay I will---

Zayne: This one is the most crack to me because again. Jer and medical staff? Probably not going to mix. They must meet at an outside time and place. Jer can't know Zayne's a doctor until later. It definitely has to be a universe where MC is pursuing someone else, but that may not stop Zayne from buying her flowers? Especially if she's not dating other guy yet, and on her birthday, something like that. So they could meet at the flower shop. It's not love at first sight, it can't be. Jer gets him with sweets. He uses one of Bella's old recipes maybe when he's mourning her death's anniversary? Zayne has plenty of loss experience. He's just a customer that day but he takes comfort in letting out the story a little bit. Zayne makes a recommendation. Jer makes him something else to thank him for his patronage. Its just sweet sharing back and forth until they actually decide to go somewhere after work. Not a date. They're too manly for that. Both assume the other is friend zoned. The crowd is banging through the floorboards at these two. Jer baking a lot, Zayne eating and tending to Wanderer wounds. Very slow but, comforting and sweet. Pun intended. Cause that's what it would be. They heal each other in more ways than one.

Rafayel: If I speak- ok. Listen. Talia or fans still is ordering a lot of flowers for Rafayel. Jer gets used to dropping them off. He knows Rafayel is probably hiding something, again, vernacular, however I've seen Rafayel tends to hide his better. But those muscles are way too toned for Rafayel to be some random painter. Pls. I know too many art majors. Jeremiah making Rafayel clothes. Because he's talented (hello Lumiere costume) and can definitely do some cool stuff (fireproof, effect stuff). Also, Jeremiah like,,, is on the dark web scouring for content for stuff to build ship parts and also keep an eye on wayward Backtrackers. There's no way he doesn't know Rafayel's wanted. Maybe he helps take care of it. You know Lemurians and debts. Idk. Just lots of snark. Lots of trying to take care of each other. Cooking together. Maybe even fighting together. Jeremiah being weirdly assertive with Thomas, a la "He said no pickles" style. Again, very easy to slip into a loyal companion mode. Very easy. Plus like. It's a very, very acts of service relationship. They squabble a bit but only cause they care. Also, same dynamic as Talia, they've been around a long time, they'll be around a long time from now. There's comfort in that.

Caleb: If Maverick himself is alive somehow, it either comes through mutual connection like MC wanting to introduce her "brother" or Caleb maybe stalking out people in "his sister's" life. So honestly he may have met him at a party. Its a work party. Everyone gets a plus one. MC brings Caleb, Xavier brings Jer. I have a hc Jer is a hopeless drunk, but nothing happens at this party cause earth beverages from what we've seen with Xavier don't honestly have much effect. Unless... Caleb himself gets.. yeah. Maybe he retaliates that MC is showing Xavier a lot of attention when he's s'posed to be the date. Fine. Two can play at this game. He goes after Jer. Sloppy kiss. Jer would be... admittedly weirded out, and probably more concerned about the guy. Next day some kind of humiliated apology at the flower shop spurred on by MC. But Jer's soft, and sweet, and kinda teasing. Oh no god help Caleb. They might bicker a lot, but they both care about MC and later on each other deeply. They might just start hanging out for the sake of it. But they both have soldier's hearts, and are protective people. They become protective of each other. Jer starts watching the sky scanners, keeping up to date on any relevant threats. Secret information passed along through a channel Jer engineers. Caleb frantically watching his watch that's connected to Jer's when he assumes Jer goes wanderer hunting. Fishing trips, cooking. Arcades. Nostalgic movies. Somehow they have synergy. Somehow.

Nero: Jer's an alien so that's cool. Honestly, I wonder if they already know each other. Not in person? But online? If Jeremiah's ever submitted anything for private analysis and Nero's the wanderer expert. He might've been connected just through accessing Xavier's portal to the deepspace organization. They start meeting in person to trade stuff. It's very secretive. Nero catches him out and about. Doesn't recognize him, couldn't possibly begin to, but he knows that voice anywhere. And oh no Jer's beautiful. He starts doing his own investigation. Shows up at the flower shop once he's sure, and slides him something only they would know. Jer's incredibly impressed. Wants to hang out more. They talk nerdy, and honestly it's probably worse the more Nero knows. Like, you mean there's alternate timelines and dimensions? You mean you can pull a sword out of your arm, too? You mean this metal is from another planet? You mean there's even more wanderers? You fell through a black hole?? Just on and on. Jer doesn't mind the obsession, it's nice to be open and talk about home. It starts as just kinda friendly besties but they grow to actually care about each other. Maybe they worry about each other somehow. They definitely try to outdo who does more for who. It's very relaxed, and not constrained. They don't have to be together all the time, it's comfortable.

Thomas: Again, something to do with deliveries to Rafayel. He starts being around. Maybe Thomas contacts him to do an event and Jer is just? Helpful? A nice guy? Hey Thomas looks like he needs a drink, that's all. Or maybe Thomas forgot something, requires Jer to back and like. They just?? Talk? For a long time. That kind of comfort bond builds first. Jer is easy to talk to. Jer's also like, nice and insistent enough if he finds out Thomas is an artist like, insists he wants something from Thomas specifically and wants to trade for some kind of arrangement. Well how about a drink? It's just relaxed and comfortable. This is a relationship Jer might withhold some of the aliens from outer space stuff a little longer, just until he's more sure of things and outcomes. But it's easy, and he likes hearing the stories. Thomas tries to paint what he thinks Philos looks like based on his descriptions. Jer cries. Jer cultivates a specific type of rose after Thomas. It's very luxurious type of relationship. Doesn't have to be money consuming but. Museums. Botanical gardens. Whiskey nights. Private lounges. Jeremiah makes him a custom suit. Just a lot of gift giving back and forth.

Greyson: Like Zayne, there has to be some circumstance outside of work. But Madi you wrote that for Yvonne too. AND I'M SAYING IT HAS TO. But if it doesn't for some reason, let's say Jer overdoes it, gets kinda beat up, some citizen finds him and he gets dragged to a hospital. You know how Philosian heart beats are slower? God, imagine? Oh they think he's on his way out. Rushed to the ER. Jer just like, coming to cause maybe the sedatives don't work the same, grabbing Greyson by the wrist like, begging, desperate, Don't hurt me. And oh no. Deepest shade of blue eyes on pools of hazel that are desperate. He might break. He doesn't want to become a science experiment. Ok that's dramatic. YEAH. Like does he break out of the hospital? Does Greyson flip out and have A Moment™️ with the other surgeons in the room? This is literally what Jer's been dreading for 200 years he's shaking he's terrified inside but he's also a soldier. He bites down that fear and idk maybe gets out of there. He thinks he's safe. Freaking runs into Greyson at a cafe or something super what-are-the-chances. And before Jer can run Greyson grabs him like, hol' on a second. ANYWAY. I'm just saying. It has to be dramatic or super mundane, for it to work. But if it does work out (somehow) then its. Cowboy and Alien. Jer is very doting, he can get to Greyson's cheesiness level. Who can outfluster who? who will survive? Dad jokes. Tormenting friends. Prank wars. Teaching Greyson to bake. He thinks he'll teach Jer how to ride a horse, surprise he was a Knight and already rides bareback. It's a fun dynamic.

#orz #love and deepspace #love and deepspace jeremiah #lnds jeremiah #love and deepspace rafayel #lnds rafayel #love and deepspace zayne #lnds zayne #love and deepspace xavier #lnds xavier #love and deepspace mc #lnds mc #love and deepspace tara #lnds tara #love and deepspace jenna #lnds jenna #love and deepspace nero #lnds nero #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #love and deepspace talia #lnds talia #love and deepspace yvonne #lnds yvonne #madi plays lnds #love and deepspace greyson #lnds greyson #love and deepspace thomas #lnds thomas

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ!

For your ficlets, could I request

'Mumbling unintelligibly into the embrace'

With Scorch from Delta Squad?

He's a soft boi really, and if anything happens to him in the finale, I will be cry 😭😭

Love you! ❤️💜💗♥️💚💓💖💙😍

A/N: Hi @arcsimper5! I’m so relieved to know that the person claiming to be Scorch in TBB was in fact an identity thief, and that the real Scorch is safe and happy and hanging out with Sev, whom he scooped up from Kashyyyk as soon as Scorch flipped the Empire the bird and dipped after Order 66. This ficlet takes place shortly before the brothers reunite. 💛💛💛

Pairing: Scorch x Reader (GN, has a pet vulptex named Lyca because I really want a pet vulptex and I would name her Lyca)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 485

Warnings and tags: nightmares; panic symptoms; angst; hurt comfort; cuddles; Scorch blew up canon with a thermal detonator and the galaxy was a better place for it

Summary: Scorch grapples with the aftermath of Kashyyyk.

Suggested Listening:

This fic smells like: Pillowtalk Poet by Pinrose (rumpled sheets, soft musk, quiet whispers)

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Scorch lurched forward, his eyes snapping open before he even realized he was awake. Sweat beaded on his skin as he sat up in bed, and he shoved the blankets away, suddenly overheated and overwhelmed with claustrophobia. He heard a faint tinkling sound followed by a small whimper as your pet vulptex nuzzled him gently, her cold nose bringing him back to his body. 

“Hey, Lyca,” he gasped. 

He gave her a reassuring pat, then scrubbed his hand over his head, blinking hard as he tried to get his bearings in the darkened bedroom. His thumb traced over the smooth scar where his inhibitor chip had been removed, a grim reminder of a terrifying reality.

The sheets rustled, and he knew he’d awakened you. Kriff.

“Scorch?” you murmured hoarsely, reaching for him. “Are you all right?”

Your hand rested on his shoulder, solid and comforting, and he reached for it with his own, holding onto you tightly, afraid that if he let go you might vanish into nothingness.

“Yeah,” he lied. “Just a bad dream.”

You were quiet for a moment, then you sat up and scooted closer, wrapping your arms around him. “Kashyyyk?”

He nodded, burying his face into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he clung to you. He mumbled against your skin as you stroked your hand up the back of his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Hm?” you asked as you pressed your lips against his head.

“I miss him so much,” he repeated, squeezing his eyes shut tight to keep the stinging tears from falling.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know you do. We’ll find him, I swear to you. We’ll get him back.”

“I should have gone back,” he choked as his throat constricted with grief. “I should have—”

“Stop,” you said firmly. “What happened was not your fault.”

“But—”

“It wasn’t.” You tightened your arms around him, holding him close. “You can’t keep blaming yourself like this, or it’s going to eat you alive.”

“Then whose fault is it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you replied. “All that matters is what we do now. You told me you think Sev is still alive, right?”

“I know he is,” he said. “I can feel it.”

“Then he needs you to be on top of your game.” You kissed the side of his head again, then whispered, “I am here for you. I will do whatever you need me to do. But I can’t do it alone. We’ll get through this together, and we will find him, I promise.”

Slowly, he nodded, then pulled away just enough to look into your eyes as they glittered subtly in the semi-darkness. He rested his forehead against yours as he sighed, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better,” you said quietly as your lips brushed against his in the lightest kiss imaginable. “You deserve everything I can give, and more.”

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#guess who managed to write today? #take that writer's block #scorch #rc 1262 #delta squad #scorch lives #star wars #republic commando #repcomm #dystopicjumpsuit writes #scorch deserves better #god damn it #yes i did choose a repcomm gif on purpose because the character in tbb is not scorch

[canongf]

Hi Liv!!! There have been so many posts you've made that have made me go "ooh this is so (insert some of my f/os here) !!!" and I've wanted to rush here and tell you about it but I haven't had the "courage" earlier. I don't know, you just seem so cool and awesome and I just really like your posts.

There was the one about the van you saw that looked like Eddie's (love that for you btw <333) and it made me think about the time I saw a car that was the exact make and model of a car my current fave f/o drives in one of his movies and I went "(!!!) Baby boy is out and about!"

+ also wanted to say that I LOVE your profile pic, it's so cute!!! How did you make it, if you don't mind me asking?

Hope things are looking up for you and your f/os!!! Your blog feels like such a safe and wholesome and comfortable place to me, I love coming here so much <333

All my love,

@magsselfships

@magsselfships!!! i'm so happy you finally felt ready to stop by!!!

this makes me so so so happy!!! sometimes i just post things and i have no idea if anyone will see, if anyone will relate, i'm just talking to the wind! and that's okay with me!!! but to know that there have been times where you've felt the same way as me and we've connected over it, even if i didn't know it at the time!!! that is just the coolest thing ever!!!

especially the car one!!! i posted it knowing it was pretty specific to my own experiences and i was completely okay with that, not everyone experiences the same thing!!! but you understood!!! you understand!!! and i love that, it makes me so happy!!! makes me feel like we're in this together!!! i want you to know that you are always welcome here!!! any time you wanna share something, any time you wanna tell me something, you are welcome here!!! and even if you don't wanna talk, you're still welcome here. you're always welcome to visit and get comfy. i'm glad you feel safe here and i'm glad to have you around!!! 🖤

also!!! i don't mind you asking at all!!! my profile pic is from dress up, schmess up!!! here it is, my self insert and me, in all her glory!!! 🖤

#unfortunately the game has no plus sized options for my plus sized friends :-( #I'M SO GLAD YOU FEEL SAFE AND COMFORTABLE HERE!!! #because i feel safe and comfortable here!!! #and being able to make it that kind of a place #for more than just me #means the world to me #i WANT it to be safe here :''') #i've seen your main url in my notifs and i've always wondered who you were!!! #and now i know!!! #if you see a notif from @ pruzan that is me following from my main!!! #si #ask liv #magsselfships #other ships #🦇 ask #ask - sweetness #long post

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

#14 days with you #14dwy #💖 — 14 days with queue. #🖤 — updates. #🖤 — spoilers. #I'm not gonna say much about my current doxxing situation because I've got it under control now + it's being handled privately #Plus I don't wanna give it/the people involved any unnecessary attention. I just wanna announce the update and Get Back To It™️ #(''it'' bein the grind 💪 It never stops lmao /silly) #OG followers will also know that these topics aren't the vibe I normally have on this blog (or any of my accounts); so I don't think I'll— #—make ANOTHER public post about the situation and bring more attention to it (when I just want everything to be over and put to rest ^^;) #However I also don't want people to think that I'm... ignoring?? the situation entirely (because gettin doxxed is a very endangering thing) #So I DO want to quickly acknowledge it here and say that it's all currently handled + I'm safe and okay + this won't stop me from— #—continuing to work on 14DWY (and other future projects). I also don't want to give these awful people more power and incentive to continue #—this kind of pathetic behaviour; so the less attention and encouragement being shown will ultimately be better in the long run :3 #Aaaaaanways!! 😮‍💨 #My other accounts will be restored shortly and my askbox will be opened once I feel comfortable. I'll get around to following folks— #—again in my own time; so please don't feel offended if I unfollowed you during a moment of vulnerability and anxiety!! #This is all EXTREMELY overwhelming and scary for someone with SAD/AvPD; and I /gen can't handle seeing it all over my timeline ;v; #Sorry this got ranty and personal again hjdsgjsdh T_T I said I wouldn't say much; so I'll shut up now hehe #🖤 — shut up sai.

[uncanny-tranny]

Your influence in this world doesn't need to be all-encompassing and World Changing. It can be small ripples. It can be gentle and easily missed.

Let yourself do small things. So often, people have this idea that to do "good things," it must be a grand gesture that changes every little thing. Honestly, that can be so intimidating and scary. We weren't meant to carry the world by ourselves. We each contribute, often in small ways, often in ways that aren't seen by everybody. But the people you affect might just take that kindness you gave them and let it light them home. Let yourself be that in whatever way you want. You don't need to carry the world alone.

#positivity #encouragment #encouraging words #ngl i gave a customer a lot of food for free because i could tell they were down on their luck and they deserve to eat #and i hope i contributed to them realizing this world will cherish them and they aren't forgotten #because it's scary not knowing if you can eat or drink or if you will be safe enough to sleep and while i don't know their story... #...does it matter if i do? i will do whatever i can to make sure the people around me are well-fed and taken care of #i think small things like this are honestly what make this life worth living #i don't think i would want to be here if it were not for moments like these #it's never not worth it to do what you can/are comfortable doing #and i hope it can come back around to reward you tenfold <3 #i used to labour under the idea that Changing the World is the only way you can 'be good' #and that made me scared to do small things like this. and i partially regret that. but i don't blame myself or anybody else who feel... #...the way i did. doing 'good things' can be scary and intimidating and it's okay to be uncertain or fearful. it's okay; i promise <3 #i just wanted to remind somebody that you don't have to change the world in one fell swoop. it's okay to Just Be #i love you (platonically) if you have read this far. i hope you do something kind for yourself #you - too - deserve good things. you deserve kindness and satisfaction and wonder

[doxytoy]

Trans women are like the backbone of Tumblr’s nsft community. Not just in the sexual sense, but in creating welcoming environments with clear communication. They talk about their interests. reblog art, share important info about kink safety. and help carve out a safe space for other trans people to explore their sexuality in a safe environment where they don’t have to worry that their attraction is predatory or “too weird”. It’s wonderful seeing trans women so present and comfortable sharing their desires here!

Thank you Trans Women 💗

#Seriously! #As a genderfluid creature I knew I would be safe here because of how many trans women are active in the community #It’s genuinely wonderful #And another thing I love about it is all these women feel comfortable enough here to share silly jokes and all the video games they love #It made me feel so much less intimidated stepping into things bc it was like “Oh I like those things too!” #“It’s okay if I’m awkward or goofy here because no one expects me to be 100% infallibly seductive all the time- #People will welcome these parts of me as well” #Thank you trans women #Trans Women #T4T #T4T Nsft #Trans #You all deserve $6900 for the disrespect this hellsite shows you #This goes double for sex workers btw!! #My Post #Positivity

[alexcutecolly]

Been feeling a lot of protective-pred vibes lately lol, and they're so warm and soothing 💕 I missed them, ngl!

#they don't pop up as often as they used to but as long as i'm comfortable i'll enjoy them 💕 #some anxiety usually came from growing/being pred because of people abusing it in the past #but now it's not here and i'm actually very comfortable! which means i feel safe and confident enough to protect other people ❤️ feels good #v0re #safe vore #protective vore #g/t vore #alex speaking