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fanficimagery · 2 years

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Be Somebody to Someone 3/4

You've lived your entire life in Forks, Washington without anyone paying too close attention to you. Then you befriend the new girl and suddenly you find yourself friends with the unexpected. And maybe even something more if a certain shapeshifter stops denying the Fates.

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Words: 4.4K Author's Note: Mentions brief assault.

Hearing you're someone's soulmate- er, imprint- should have been world changing all on its own, but hearing you were someone's unwanted imprint completely overrode anything and everything you had been feeling. You weren't as close to Paul as you were to a couple of the others, so you aren't sure why his words hurt so much.

Fortunately for you, Jacob Black is a pretty decent friend and shows up later that night to explain the entire imprint situation to you. It makes you feel a little uncomfortable knowing that the pack has no say so in whoever they imprint on, but according to Jacob it isn't all that bad. Sam's imprint was Emily and, though they had a rocky start, they are perfectly happy. Jared was the only other shifter who had imprinted and, according to Jacob, Kim was very much in love and loved by Jared.

Hearing how Emily and Kim are perfectly doted on by Sam and Jared makes you yearn for someone of your own, but you refuse to let Jacob realize that. Especially after Paul's words keep replaying over and over in your head.

I didn't want you.

So instead of worrying about a relationship that was obviously never going to be, you vow to focus on your final year of school. And taking more edibles than you were comfortable with to ease the consistent ache in your chest.

Over the next few months, you divide your time between Forks and La Push.

You are hesitant to keep up the visits to the reservation, but remembering that the imprint bond would hurt Paul if you were to cut off all associations kept you visiting more frequently than you had intentionally planned. Emily was more than happy to have you come around, happy to see her friendship with you didn't suffer, but it was plain to see how your walls went up the moment any of the shifters made themselves known.

Ignoring the bond obviously put a strain on Paul and seeing it made you soften towards him. He might have broken your heart, but you weren't mean enough to hold a grudge and make his suffering worse, even if the newly shifted Leah suggested he deserved the cold shoulder. So whenever you caught his gaze, you offered him a timid smile to ease some of his worries. There were even times when you would be seated next to him at Emily's table and you'd let your knee rest against his thigh to make him relax.

When Prom eventually rolled around, initially you weren't going to go. Bella and her tiny demon of a best friend Alice nagged and nagged, and it wasn't until Rosalie showed you pictures of a dress that she liked for you did you eventually agree.

So the night of prom finds you furiously screeching to a stop in front of Emily's home, marching into her home in your two-piece burgundy prom dress- midriff exposed and the slit in your skirt riding a little too high on your thigh- with a sash and crown gripped in hand.

Emily and the pack stare at you, Paul's eyes bugging incredulously.

"YN.." Emily cautiously approaches. "What happened?"

"I'm gonna murder a teeny tiny vampire and I need some help."

She blinks before her lips twitch. "And why are you plotting murder?"

"Rigging the prom election so my name would be on the ballot is one thing, but rigging the entire thing so I had to walk on stage in front of everyone?! Inexcusable!" The entire kitchen is quiet until Jacob snorts and then everyone's laughing. You stomp your foot. "It's not funny."

"It kind of is," Embry muses.

"Are you seriously upset that you won prom queen?" Jacob asks.

"Yes! It was embarrassing." You frown. "I had to dance with some moron who didn't even know my name. He only knew me as stoner girl."

"Regardless of how the night went," Emily says, "you need to breathe and let me take a picture of you because that dress is gorgeous."

You stare incredulously at Emily before your shoulders sag and the giggles set in. You finally let the annoyance go and find the humor in the entire situation, and subject yourself to the inevitable photo session you're about to partake in.

Emily directs you outside so you have the forest as a backdrop, and then she takes your picture without the crown and sash. Afterwards, you put the sash and crown on for another picture, and then instruct Sam to take the next picture because you want one with Emily. The pack, with the exception of Leah, get in on the pictures as well and there's a brief lull in the chaotic atmosphere when Jared suggests you take a picture with Paul. Everyone had quieted, staring between you and Paul, and you slowly grinned.

"I'll take a picture with you if you wear the sash," you had told him. Paul seemed to relax at your olive branch, grinning back at you as he agreed.

Anytime you interacted with Paul, his words remained at the forefront of your mind. You did your best to remain cordial with him, much to everyone's relief, and even invited him to your graduation.

Well technically you invited Emily and Sam- giving them a few tickets while telling them to pass them out to whoever. You knew the entire pack couldn't go because of some redheaded vampire that'd been testing everyone's patience- intent on getting to Bella apparently- and they had to protect the res, but you would take what you could get since only your parents were going for you.

So on the day of graduation, you're pleasantly happy to see Emily, Sam and Paul sitting in the crowd- well away from Carlisle and Esme who had attended for Jasper, Alice, Edward and Bella. And when it's your turn to walk the stage when your name's called, you glare at the ones who cheered loudest for you- Sam, Paul, Jasper and Alice. You even glared at Edward and Bella for good measure when they laughed at your misfortune.

Then after taking the obligatory pictures with your parents and friends, Bella and Alice make sure you head over to the Cullen household for a grad party.

"Do you really have to go to the house full of leeches?" Paul grumbles.

You glance at him, appreciating the black button up and dark washed jeans he'd sported for the ceremony, and shrug. "Yep. I've survived this long surrounded by vampires, I'm not gonna deprive myself of this last party."

"Well congratulations again," Emily says before Paul can retort. "Have fun and we'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure. Thanks, Em!"

Paul huffs and stomps off, and you roll your eyes as you hug the imprinted duo in front of you before sending them off.

Later that night and two edibles deep, you dopily grin as Jessica and Angela try to carry on a whispered conversation about the house they had finally been invited to. The party Alice had planned was a hit with all the now ex-students and the food was surprisingly really good.

Happily filling a plastic cup with skittles from the candy table, you whine when Bella grasps onto your wrist and starts to drag you away. "Noooo. I wasn't done."

"You have enough skittles. I need help with the party crashers."

"Party crashers?" As Bella leads you towards one side of the room, your eyes light up at the sight of Jacob, Paul and Quil. "Guys! Hey, look. Alice got a candy table and there were so many skittles!"

The three Quileutes grin as you grab some skittles, tipping your head back and then dropping the candy into your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asks, tone suddenly annoyed.

Chewing, you frown at your friend. Jacob, however, grins. "You invited me, remember?"

"My fist to your face was me disinviting you."

You snort as the memory of Bella telling you she'd punched Jacob resurfaces. But before he can say anything else on the matter, Bella sees something from the corner of her eye. "Alice?"

You turn just as Edward and Jasper appear at Alice's side, and you follow after Bella with the Quileutes following you.

"What'd you see?" Bella asks.

Alice's eyes flutter as she frowns. "The decision has been made."

"What's going on?" Jacob asks, but goes ignored.

Bella seems to comprehend what she's not saying. "You're not going to Seattle?"

"No." The pixie vampire frowns. "They're coming here."

Edward's eyes suddenly widen and then he's grasping onto Bella's hand. "We need to talk. Everyone get to Carlisle's study. Now."

The Quileutes glance at you and you shrug. "He said everyone. Let's go."

When you step inside Carlisle's study, you're not surprised to see Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett already there.

"What's going on?" Carlisle asks.

"They'll be here in four days," Alice tells him.

"This could turn into a bloodbath." You've never seen Doctor Cullen look even the teensiest bit shaken, so to see him falter now makes you uneasy. "Who's behind it?"

"I didn't see anyone I recognized. Maybe one.."

"I know his face," Edward says, again reading his sister's mind. "He's local. Riley Biers."

"That kid who went missing like a year ago?" You ask.

Edward nods and the Quileutes glance between everyone, the conversation not making any sense to them. "He didn't start this though," Edward then says. "Whoever did this is staying out of the action."

"They must be playing with the blind spots in your vision," Jasper drawls.

"Either way," Carlisle says, "the army is coming and there aren't enough of us to protect the town."

"Hold up," Jacob speaks up, finally annoyed at being out of the loop. "What damn army?"

"Newborns. Our kind." Carlisle's words make dread fill you.

"What are they after?" You feel Paul and Quil close in on you, and you gulp as Jacob takes charge of asking the questions now.

"They were passing around Bella's scent," Alice says. "A red blouse."

"They're after Bella?" You shakily ask, glancing worriedly at your friend.

"What the hell does this mean?" Paul then asks.

"It means an ugly fight with lives lost," Carlisle answers.

Jacob glances at Paul and Quil before nodding at Carlisle. "Alright. We're in."

"No." Bella's outright refusal shocks you. "You'll get yourselves killed. No way."

"I wasn't asking for permission."

"Edward," she then tries to plead with her boyfriend.

"It means more protection for you," he says instead.

"Jacob, do you believe Sam will agree to an understanding?" Carlisle wonders.

He shrugs. "As long as we get to kill some vampires."

"Jasper?" Carlisle turns to his other son.

"They'll give us the numbers and the newborns won't know they even exist."

"That'll give us an edge," Emmett muses, grinning at the thought of a fight.

"We'll need to coordinate."

"Carlisle, they'll get hurt," Bella says.

"We'll all need some training. Fighting newborns requires knowledge that Jasper has." Then glancing at the shifters, Carlisle tells them, "You're welcome to join us."

Jacob nods as Paul and Quil grumble in agreement. "Just name the time and place."

"Jake." Bella's pleading expression sits wrong with you, and even Paul doesn't seem to appreciate her trying to keep them out of the fight. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"Bella, this is what we do. You should be happy," he then tells her. "Look at us, working together. You're the one who wanted us to get along, remember?"

Bella glances between him and Edward, then turns towards you in hopes of getting you to make them see reason. "YN, say something! Surely you don't want Paul out there fighting."

You wince and Jacob steps directly in front of you, shielding you from her view when Paul starts to tremble in anger. Everything between you and Paul was still fragile and you didn't appreciate her throwing your imprint business out there like that.

"It's done. We're fighting," Jacob says. He glances over at Carlisle then. "You can call YN with the details. She'll relay it to us."

"We will. Thank you, Jacob."

You decide to leave with the boys, no longer interested in the party. And when you step outside the household, Paul immediately asks for your keys. "I'm driving."

And not wanting to argue, you hand them over. Jacob and Quil continue on the driveway to Jacob's father's truck, and then all too soon you're on the road to La Push.

The drive is uncomfortably quiet, the enclosed space of Jeep thick with tension.

"I know I've still been a bit of a dick," you snort at his words, "but I have a favor to ask."

"Shoot."

"When the newborns come, I want you on the res with Emily."

"What about my parents?"

"I'm sure the leeches will find a secluded spot for the fight and we'll do our damnedest to prevent any other leeches from making a run into town."

After a moment of thinking about it, you agree. "Okay. When we know the exact day of the fight, I'll pack an overnight bag for the night before."

He exhales with relief. "Thanks."

When Alice texts you with the time and place for the pack to meet with them, you alert Jacob of it who passes it on to Sam. And now that you've graduated, it's easier to spend all the time in the world down in La Push since you put off community college for a year or so.

Then when you know the exact day of the newborn fight, Emily prepares her guest room for you and you stay the night before the fight is to take place.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks when you're seated at her table.

Knee bouncing beneath the table, your hands wrap around a cup of hot chocolate. "Yeah. I just- I'm worried, you know?"

"I know." She smiles while taking a seat across from you. "But the pack was made for this. They're going to be okay."

"They better."

Emily tries to keep you occupied over the next couple of hours, but you're too anxious to really be of any help. And just when you feel like you can't wait any longer, Emily's house phone rings and she's quick to rush and answer it.

"Hello?" She pauses, listening. "Yeah. Okay. We'll be right there."

As she hangs up, your heart starts to beat double. "What happened?"

"Jacob was injured. We need to get to Billy's."

And just like that, your earlier fears come back tenfold.

You toss your keys to Emily, letting her drive your Jeep. She drives as fast as she can and makes it to the Black residence in no time. Then the two of you are jumping out of your vehicle and rushing towards the pack who are lingering outside, surrounding Billy Black.

Sam isn't outside, so Emily joins Sue Clearwater to console Billy. You step up to Paul's side, your arm brushing his and you inhale sharply when he automatically wraps his arm around the back of your shoulders to pull you into his side.

No one says a word, but then Jacob's agonizing scream pierces the air and you wince.

"It's been going on for a while," Paul murmurs. "Doc's rebreaking his bones."

Across from you, Leah huffs. "Why'd he have to butt in? I could've taken that tick."

"Oh give it a rest, Leah," Jared says.

A vehicle, fast approaching, catches everyone's attention, and it's Leah who scoffs when she notices it's Bella. Your friend jumps out of the truck and rushes towards the group, but the screen door creaking open catches everyone's attention. Everyone seems to hold their breath as Sam escorts Carlisle out.

"The worst is over," Carlisle tells Billy. "He'll be alright." Everyone seems to exhale with relief. "I gave him some morphine, but his body temperature will burn it off soon. I'll come back to set up a drip."

Billy, with tears in his eyes, nods at Carlisle. "Thank you."

Carlisle nods and then glances at Bella. "He's asking for you."

She nods and hurries into the house.

Once everyone can breathe a little easier, Paul pulls his arm back and immediately goes to Sam. You frown, resignation sinking in once more, and you look around just to see Leah shaking her head at you. She then turns a glare on Paul, puffing up, and you can practically hear the rant she has prepared for her pack brother. But after quickly shaking your head at her, expression pleading for her to not say anything, she rolls her eyes and walks off.

You gulp and then take a moment to settle your breathing before approaching Billy. "I'm glad Jacob's going to be okay."

"Thank you."

Then glancing up at Emily, you say, "I'm gonna head out. Do you want a ride back?"

"I can catch a ride with Sue."

"Okay." You glance at Paul, but he's staring at you as if you leaving means nothing. You were hoping to hear him mention that he wanted you to stay or at least show that he was anxious about you leaving, but.. nothing.

So with a heavy heart, you take your keys back from Emily and leave the reservation.

As the weeks pass on by with no incident, everyone finally starts to relax.

You're still not doing much, with the exception of keeping up with the house chores so your parents have no reason to threaten you with homelessness and visiting with Emily, that you have a bad feeling when Bella personally delivers her wedding invitation to your house. You're happy for your friend, of course, but you know one person who was not going to be. And sure enough, when the Blacks get a wedding invitation, Jacob runs away.

And since you and Paul are still in a weird place, you take no issue with Sam when he sends Paul and Quil to search for their packmate.

You eventually find yourself visiting with the house full of vampires, sitting in on the wedding planning to pass some time. But seeing everyone happily coupled up starts to get to you. Only Bella and Edward know the reason for your sudden melancholy, and thankfully they never mention anything about you and Paul.

Angela and Jessica, who were still sticking around Forks, decide to get you out and about one day in order to cheer you up. Jessica decides on a club in Seattle and, since there was no newborn army to worry about, you agree. However, vampires were apparently not the only threat you had to worry about.

Humans were capable of shitty behavior and unfortunately you ended up in one of the shittiest situations you ever found yourself in.

The club Jessica had chosen was for eighteen and up, so of course the creeps had come out to play. Everything was fine for a while, the three of you dancing and drinking soda. For a moment you forgot all about a certain shifter in La Push and actually had some fun. But then you excused yourself to the bathrooms and that's when your night took a turn for the worse.

Your phone had been on silent which is why you never noticed Alice calling because if you had, you would have been warned about the attack.

One moment you were walking down the hallway to rejoin your friends when you saw a drunk approaching. You attempted to avoid eye contact, but apparently that wasn't enough to dissuade him from chatting you up. You tried to be polite when telling him you weren't interested and had friends you needed to get back to, but he was persistent. He even grabbed your bicep to keep you in place in the darkened hallway, and when you opened your mouth to yell, his hand clamped over your mouth.

Panic overrode everything you felt, and you struggled to get out of the man's grasp. You felt a heavy weight hit your right cheekbone before hands grasped at your shoulders, snapping one of the straps to your shirt. You were able to shout then, but the music covered it up. And thankfully someone else decided to walk down the hall, shouting at your attacker and making him freeze. Seeing a moment, you pushed him backwards and kneed him in the groin.

Before the bouncers could be called, the guy took off. Jessica and Angela were worried and apologetic after you had explained what happened and had no problem calling it a night. They apologized over and over, but you assured them it wasn't their fault. And when they spoke of getting you home, you asked them to take you someplace else instead.

So that's how you wind up at Emily's, knocking on her door and waving your friends off when you can hear Emily shuffling around inside. It's a little later than normal so you understand your friend's hesitance to open up, but when she does, her eyes widen in surprise.

You're pretty sure your eyes are red rimmed and puffy, there's most likely a bruise forming on your cheek, and you have your arms crossed over your chest to keep your shirt from exposing you any further.

"YN? What happened?!" She pushes the screen door open to usher you inside, waving at your friends so they can leave.

You smile weakly at her. "Hey Em, do you think it's okay if I stay here tonight? I don't want to go home like this."

"Yes. Of course!" She wraps an arm around your shoulders when she notices you're shivering and takes you to the bathroom. "What happened?"

"We went- and I just- some guy got a little handsy," you stammer weakly. As the events replay in your mind, your eyes fill with tears.

"Oh honey." It dawns on Emily what happened, or what could have happened, and the softness of her voice makes you finally lose what little composure you had.

As you stand there in the bathroom, Emily holds you while you cry. You mumble about how stupid you were to have gone alone and she assures you that it's okay, and that you're not to blame. Men who feel entitled to a woman's body are the ones to blame. Then after a handful of minutes, she mentions that you should take a hot shower and get into bed. She has an outfit to spare and you're more than welcome to it.

None of the pack are around so you figure they're on patrol, something which you're grateful for. You take the offered pair of leggings and a loose long sleeve shirt of hers, and then take a much-needed hot shower.

Afterwards, you immediately climb into bed and curl up under the covers. Emily joins you moments later, curling up behind your back and holding your close. And if she sheds a few tears with you, neither of you mention it.

You're dozing when you hear a door bang open and you flinch awake. Emily immediately squeezes you, shushing you and trying to lull you back into a sense of safety. Then it isn't long until Sam's large frame is filling the opened doorway.

"Em?"

You curl into yourself even tighter at the sound of his voice and you can feel Emily sit up behind you. "There was an incident earlier. YN is going to stay here tonight."

"I-I can go," you mumble. "I didn't exactly give a head's up."

"It's fine," he assures you, but then frowns. "What incident?" Emily says nothing so you lift your head, showing Sam the side of your bruised face. Surprisingly, he chuckles. "You get into a fight or something?"

"Or something."

As you lay your head back down, Emily gets up. She walks towards Sam, pulling him towards the hallway and out of the room. You're pretty sure she's filling him in on what happened, and you're proven correct when Sam re-enters the room with an apologetic expression.

"YN, I'm so so-"

"It's fine, Sam. You didn't know," you say.

"Still." He gulps and you smile weakly at him. "Does Paul know?"

"No."

"I'm gonna have to tell him."

"You do whatever you feel is necessary, alpha Uley."

Sam disappears from the doorway and Emily rejoins you. She sits on the edge of the bed and moments later there's a sorrowful howl piercing the air.

"Looks like the cat's out of the bag," you mumble.

Emily does her best to soothe your worries, assuring you all is going to be fine. She stays with you as time continues to pass and it's been what feels like more than ten minutes before you hear someone walking down the hallway.

You tense and then Paul, fully clothed, is filling the doorway. Immediately you can tell he didn't take the news well and Emily offers you a smile of assurance before leaving the two of you alone.

Your eyes track him as he hesitantly steps into the room, pulling the ottoman from the end of the bed to the side of the bed. He sits down, facing away from you and rests his elbows on his knees as he hangs his head. "Who was he?"

"I don't know," you murmur. "He just cornered me in the hallway."

"Did you make a report?"

"No." You see him shake, but he manages to pull himself together. "He ran before the bouncers came and I didn't get a good description of him anyway."

Paul goes quiet and when you hear his breath hitch, you know he's crying. He turns his head, eyes red rimmed and full of tears. "I am so sorry."

"Why?" You frown. "It wasn't your fault this happened."

"But if I hadn't avoided the imprint-"

"Don't." You move to sit up against the headboard. "This has nothing to do with the bond. Even if you and I were in a good place, I'd have still gone out with my friends. This isn't on anyone but the creep who couldn't take a hint."

"I feel like it's my fault. It's my job to protect you."

"Yeah? Well it's my job to not make stupid decisions. So if you're gonna blame yourself, you might as well blame me too."

Paul continues to stare at you, expression solemn. "We need to do better. I need to do better," he then amends. You offer him a faint smile, shrugging. "Can we- can we just start over to where I'm not a complete asshole and we can attempt an actual friendship?"

"Are you capable of not being an asshole?"

A moment passes and he huffs a laugh. "Yes."

"Then okay." You let the silence hang for a bit before saying, "Hi. I'm YN."

To be continued..

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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Everything's Alright 💙

Paul/GN!Reader

Summary: Life has been taking quite the toll on you lately, and your sweet boyfriend has definitely noticed how stressed you are. Luckily, he's got a little trick to help you relax and forget all your worries.

Thank you to the anon that put in this writing request! This story is SFW fluff. Please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Hypnosis, Dumbification

Life was getting pretty hectic for you. Actually, no. That wasn't right. Life was hell for you.

Responsibilities, personal problems, deteriorating mental health. It was all that and much more. It had gotten to a point where it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Everything was just hitting you all at once with no sign of a break in sight.

People told you all the time to be grateful for the good things you had. Food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head. Some people don't even have that, they'd remind you. Gratitude was something you had made a habit of practicing often.

But that didn't take away from the fact that you were completely burned out. You felt anxious and overwhelmed by everything. If someone were to ask you just the smallest question, you’d get frazzled. This really wasn’t like you, and it was insufferable.

What made it worse was how much you bottled up these feelings. You didn’t want your boys getting worried about you. You spent almost every night with your boyfriend, Paul, and the three other Lost Boys you called your friends. They never had a care in the world. Always feeling adventurous and bold, there was never a dull moment with them.

The last thing you wanted to do was spoil the fun. So you acted like nothing was wrong. Put on a smile and acted as laid back as possible about everything. Meanwhile, your head was full of stress.

You thought you had fooled the others, but little did you know, Paul was the one who noticed something was off. Along with being a total goofball, he was also an empath. He knew whenever someone in the pack was feeling down, and always did his best to cheer him up. The others compared him to a puppy most of the time because he was loyal and loving and very snuggly when someone needed a bit of extra love.

So while the others went out for their hunt together, Paul decided to stick around the cave. You had been pacing back and forth in one of the corners for a while now, chewing your nail and mentally thinking about all the stuff you still hadn’t taken care of. Some errands here, work stuff there, it all added up and you had no idea how to take your mind off of it.

Paul could see it clear as day. He pouted from his spot on the broken fountain. No partner of his should have to struggle with all this.

“Hey sugar,” he called over to you. “You feelin’ alright over there?”

For a brief moment, you were able to snap out of the whirlwind of worries swirling in your head. You put on your best smile, masking the tense feelings you were actually experiencing.

“Y-Yeah, Paulie!” you chirped. “I’m okay! Just taking care of some stuff before we hang out!”

You thought you had done a decent job of hiding your true emotions, but the look on Paul’s face told you the opposite. He frowned back at you, eyebrows turned up and pretty, blue eyes wide with concern as he got up from his spot. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that it almost hurt.

“Baby, that’s not true,” he pouted. “I can hear what’s going on in your head, remember?”

Fuck. You actually hadn’t remembered that. The others had promised to keep out of your head with their mind-reading powers, but if you were truly in a bad mood, they took a peak just to see if there was something they could do to help. You wished they didn’t do that. The last thing you wanted was to concern them.

“I can’t even hear any clear thoughts. All I get from your head is nonsense and worries overlapping. It’s almost like your brain is screaming”

It wasn’t a pretty image to think of, but if you were being honest, that was the exact thing going on with you at that moment.

There wasn’t any hiding from a vampire, and as a human with no way to block him out, all you could do was give up. You let your sweet smile fall, the true look of stress painting over your face while your body slumped over. At that point you had been so exhausted, it was starting to affect your physical energy. You were so very tired, and as Paul made his way over to you, he could see that quite easily.

“I…I’m sorry…” you sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood with how I was feeling…”

The vampire moved from his spot and quickly made his way over to you. Always ready to show affection, he held out his arms to pull you in for a big hug. As much as you didn’t like admitting something was wrong, you could never pass up a loving embrace from Paul. You practically melted into his arms, coming undone as he held you and stroked your hair.

After some gentle encouragement, you finally admitted what was going on with you. For several minutes you vented about all the things going on in your life and how stressed you were. It had gotten so bad that your mental struggle was taking a toll on your physical health. You felt sick, had headaches, and could barely focus.

All the while, Paul listened carefully. The others teased him about not being the brightest or being a total goof most of the time, but Paul was a lot wiser than they gave him credit for. He knew to not interrupt your thoughts or disregard your feelings. If anything, he understood them best. You were going through a lot of struggling, and he was going to do whatever he could to help make it better.

“That sounds like a lot to go through, baby,” he cooed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You hadn’t even realized you started crying during the conversation. “There’s no way I can make all those problems go away…..but I think I know something that’ll help get rid of the stress”

“I appreciate the offer, Paulie, but I’m not in the mood to get high right now,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch more.

He giggled, amused by your assumption. Rolling up a joint and lounging on the couch was certainly his go-to method for making any stress fade away. But that wasn’t what he had in mind for this particular problem.

“Nah, it’s not that. I have something a little….stronger”

Now you were feeling extra curious. When you tilted your head in confusion, his grin widened. He absolutely adored that look in your eye when something intrigued you.

“Y’know how my brothers and I have the power of hypnosis? Well, we don’t just use it to confuse people or get them to do what we want. We can also use it to relax those we use it on. It kinda…makes them go a bit dumb and woozy, but in like the best way possible”

“Soooo…I’ll just have my brain turned off?” you asked.

“That’s the best way I can describe it. You’ll be totally calm and chill, and it’ll be a really good break for your brain. No more worries freaking you out”

It was quite the offer. On the one hand, you realized how scary it could be to let a vampire have complete control over your mind. In any other situation, you’d be terrified of what could be done to you if you lost control and had no sense of control. But on the other hand, this wasn’t some random monster trying to hurt you. This was Paul. The love of your life. He would do anything to keep you safe.

Looking in his baby blues allowed you to truly see how much he cared. He was so kind to you. Always a sweetheart who wanted the best. Never once did you see a monster when you looked at him. You only saw a piece of your heart.

So you trusted him. With a nod, you silently granted him permission to use his powers on you.

“Okay. Just keep your eyes on me, baby”

Paul placed his hands on either side of your face, carefully holding you as if you were made of glass. So very fragile in his powerful grasp. With your eyes locked on his, you watched as the blue color faded away, the burn of yellow and red taking its place.

It was all so sudden. Your brain did in fact feel like it was turned off.

Without any hesitation, Paul slowly pulled out any negative thoughts going on in your mind. Everything you had been obsessing over for days and weeks became fuzzier until there was nothing left to think about. The fears and the sadness faded away, leaving an overall sensation of calm. Your body itself was physically relaxing too. Every tense spot in your muscles and bones went loose.

“That’s it, sugar. Let me take care of you. No more pesky thoughts in that cute head. Just relax and it’ll all be better~”

A smile stretched across your face as you sunk more into Paul’s grip. You couldn’t even remember what you had been so upset about before. The way he returned the expression told you he felt the same way.

Before you knew it, you were a dopey little version of yourself, feeling giggly and light-headed and extra snuggly. You fell into Paul’s arms, as your legs felt too wobbly to hold you up. He was clearly enjoying this version of you.

“See? Nothing to keep you down anymore, baby. You can just chill and not worry about a thing~”

He scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his strong chest as he carried you to your room. As long as you were taking the time to get some relaxation, he would make absolutely certain your feet wouldn’t touch the ground.

While he walked, you got a little handsy with him. You giggled playfully as you played with the hair on his chest and nuzzled into the side of his neck, kissing the sensitive spots you knew made him feel frisky. In the hazy cloud of your mind, you still felt the urge to make him feel good too.

But that wasn’t what Paul had in mind. He tutted softly as he set you down on your bed.

“No no, baby. No sex right now,” he shushed you. “I’m not gonna do that while you’re all loopy. You need rest”

The control he had over your mind made it sound like he was speaking to you from a far distance. You heard it, but it was still faded. Still, you understood and nodded, gazing up at him with big doe eyes as he helped pick out comfier clothes. Once you were ready, he peeled back the massive pile of blankets you had accumulated after moving in with the boys.

You immediately started nuzzling against the comfy bed and pillows. It was already a cozy spot for you, but now with your mind calmed down, all the nice sensations felt ten times stronger. You couldn’t stop smiling, and that pleased Paul.

“There we go. All better now. Lemme get in there with you and we can just nap for a while. Sound good, sugar?”

You couldn’t even form words. It was as if you went completely dumb, unable to properly use your voice. All you could do was nod happily, agreeing with the idea of sleeping with Paul by your side. With your arms reaching out to him, he slipped into bed and pulled you close for a hug.

Warm, fuzzy feelings filled your entire body. You could certainly get used to something like this. Letting Paul care for you and turn your brain off when life got to be too much. The way he held you in his arms and stroked you gently made you feel completely safe. Nothing was going to hurt you or keep you down. Not while he was there.

So while you faded into a deep sleep, he whispered his sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. My little love. Everything’s alright~”

#the lost boys #tlb #paul the lost boys #my fic #reader insert #paul x reader #gn reader

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My Top 5 Male TVDU Characters

It took me a while, but since I did my top 5 female TVDU characters a little while ago, here’s my top 5 boys. *While number 1 & 2 are pretty locked in, the other characters do shift around in my ranking some times*

NUMBER 5 - MARCEL GERARD

Marcel is one of the most well adjusted vampires in the whole TVD universe (TVD, TO & Legacies). It’s like he was born to become a vampire. While he’s definitely done bad things (as all vampires have), he has a good heart. Despite being a vampire, he still has some morals and rules he abides to, such as his rule to not hurt kids. He can be kind and charming, while also being harsh enough to take down people who threaten him. And unlike a lot of other vamps, his kindness can actually be genuine. Personally, I would’ve liked to see the writers use him more and give him better storylines in the later seasons of The Originals, but that’s just one of my many issues with the writers/showrunners 👀

NUMBER 4 - STEFAN SALVATORE

I loved watching Stefan’s whole ripper arc; seeing him struggle with that dark side of himself, and all the while, just wanting to be good. Ngl, he had a tough time throughout the show. The writers loved throwing trauma at him. From being manipulated by Katherine, being kidnapped and used by Klaus, losing Elena to his own brother, finding out that he lost a child with Valerie when he was human, and then dying on his own wedding day; this man did not catch a break. That being said, he was a caring, (mostly) selfless person, and he deserved better. Paul Wesley killed this role.

NUMBER 3 - DAMON SALVATORE

I know some people won’t like that Damon is higher in my ranking than Stefan, but it’s only by a small margin. The Salvatore brothers were kind of neck and neck for me in my ranking for a while, but what made Damon just get ahead? His humour. That was one of his redeeming features. I always enjoyed his one liners and jokes. He didn’t always take everything seriously. Did he do terrible things to other characters? Yeah, I don’t deny that. I feel like Damon is one of the few vampires, especially in season 1, to show the lack of morality and humanity that vampires have, which I think is important because let’s be honest, vampires are not supposed to be cuddly, sweet angels. For the most part, Damon is not a nice person, but when he cares about someone (Elena & later Bonnie for example), he tries to be better. He doesn’t always succeed. He fails a lot in fact, but he keeps trying.

NUMBER 2 - ELIJAH MIKAELSON

His entrance into TVD is one of my highlights from the entire show. He had me on the edge of my seat, waiting to see what he did next in season 2 of TVD. I loved watching the juxtaposition between him being the honourable gentleman, and the vampire within that contained the horrors behind the red door. Watching him put down his enemies with his sassy, yet classy comebacks was always funny. All of his romances were great (Daniel gillies could have chemistry with a tree). A lot of his scenes with Klaus in The Originals were particularly good; not just because of the wonderful acting, but also because watching their complex relationship, full of love and resentment, play out on screen was entertaining. My eyes were glued to the screen whenever he appeared in TVD.

NUMBER 1 - KLAUS MIKAELSON

My all time favourite character in the whole TVDU. Klaus was one of the few characters who was well written, had consistent characterisation (his personality/hopes didn’t randomly change between TVD & TO like certain others 👀), and went through some decent development over the seasons. I adored his scenes. If there’s one thing I love, it’s complicated villain characters and Klaus fit the bill. I think a big reason why I love this character so much is because he was played so wonderfully by Joseph Morgan. And while he is my fav, I don’t deny that Klaus did awful things constantly, some times for no reason other than he was bored or being petty. He WAS a villain. That being said, even when he was doing bad things, I couldn’t help being interested in his character and enjoying the drama of it all.

#the vampire diaries #TVD #tvdu #tvd universe #the originals #marcel gerard #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #my post #ranking

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 22 (The Ringo Ending)

"Who first?" Paul asked, tapping the book.

She examined the book with wonder. Who did she want to see first? She was already standing in front of Paul, but George and John were the ones who would have been dead...what about Ringo? She had appreciated everything he had done for her. He was an awesome friend...

"Ringo?" Y/N asked, looking to Paul. He nodded.

"One second." Paul pulled out his phone and called someone that she assumed was Ringo. "Yeah, she chose to see you first." Paul said, giving her a smile. He then held the phone away from his ear as Ringo yelled into the phone. She couldn't make out any of the words, but he sounded excited. Paul chuckled, ending the call.

"What did he say?" She asked, her hands fidgeting. Paul smirked.

"He's painting right now. Go see him." Paul pointed to a nearby door. Now that Y/N thought about it, there were a lot more doors in the studio than there used to be. The door was an orange color and was decorated with drum sticks. She reached for the handle and walked inside. The room was covered in paintings and in the middle of the decently sized room was Ringo. He looked exactly like he did everytime she had seen him in the future.

"There you are, Y/N." He smiled, "I thought you were never coming back."

"It feels like I just saw you...just younger." She said. Ringo chuckled, setting his painting supplies down and washing his hands off with a damp towel. She held the book to her chest as he pulled up some chairs for them to sit in. Sitting down, she flipped the photo album open. Ringo smiled at the pictures. He then took the book and flipped to a particular page. He pointed at the title.

"Ringo's ring around the world for Y/N." He read, pointing at a picture of himself reading with Y/N.

"You made me a section of the photo album?" She asked, smiling at the pages of pictures that consisted of Ringo traveling around the world. In some of the pictures he was holding a photo of Y/N next to him. "Awe, Ringo..." She remarked. He chuckled and skipped a few pages, pointing to a photo of him and a cut out of Thomas the Tank Engine. Once again Ringo had a picture of Y/N in his hands.

"I took your picture to every place I traveled. It was as if you were traveling with me." He said, "I've got to admit that I missed you. You were such a great friend and well..." He trailed off, trying to distract her with a different picture.

"Well what?" She asked, smirking. Ringo blushed with embarrassment.

"I guess you became a fantasy...to all of us. Once you were gone, we tried to fill the void. Of course no one could replace you so we came up with our own ways to pretend you were still here. I chose to carry your picture around everywhere I went. I'm sure the others had their own ways, but I found that this was my way to cope." Ringo explained, "I guess I became engulfed in the fantasy. I started to like you differently...I started to love you." She looked at him surprised. Never in a million years had she expected Ringo Starr to say those words to her. He was the last of the Beatles she expected to hear that from. They never dated! They were just friends but maybe...

"Oh...wow. I..." She didn't know what to say, "I guess I'm surprised."

"Oh no. I shouldn't have told you that..." Ringo shoved the book towards her.

"No, no, no." She said, "I just never expected this. Don't push yourself away." Ringo avoided her eyes as he pretended to look for something. "Ringo..." She didn't know what to do. She was truly unprepared for this..

"Oh look! A small paint brush!" Ringo was trying to avoid the conversation. She looked around the room for a moment. She hoped something would help her. On one of the walls was her photograph and next to it was a record of Ringo's self titled album. Y/N finally knew what to do.

"Everytime I see your face." She began, turning to face him. "It reminds me of the places we used to go." He looked up at her with shock. Singing slowly, she felt the room change. Ringo looked younger again and they were standing in a blank room. "But all I've got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back any more." Ringo looked around confused by his surroundings. He touched his face, showing a look that told her he knew that his appearance had changed.

"I thought I'd make it, the day you went away." Ringo joined, sitting next to her again.

"But I can't make it. 'Til you come home again to stay." She continued. "I can't get used to living here. While my heart is broke, my tears I cried for you."

"I want you here to have and hold. As the years go by and we grow old and grey." Ringo smiled, grabbing the book from her. He flipped to a page that showed the photo of her next to the "Ringo" album. They smiled at it.

"Now you're expecting me. To live without you. But that's not something, that I'm looking forward to. Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the places we used to go. But all I've got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming any more..." They finished, staring at the countless pictures of Ringo and her playing instruments and baking. They even found some rather old pictures of the two painting. She hadn't realized that the one day they did something just for fun would end up being something Ringo did later on in his life.

"I wish you would've been there to see this all." He said. She chuckled to herself thinking about old she would be now if she had stayed.

"As much as I would love to have seen this all I'd rather have simply time traveled to live a bit farther into the future." She joked. Ringo thought for a moment.

"Maybe I should have time traveled." He laughed, "Then I could've stayed younger longer and I would have been with you longer."

"That's true, but I think we both know that it would have taken you a long time to get used to all this."

"I still don't understand it all." He laughed, closing the book. "I wonder why everything looks like this and I look so..."

"Young?" Y/N teased. Ringo nodded reluctantly. "Maybe it's telling us to hold on to being young for a little bit."

"I guess that could be it." He rested his head on his hand. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

"Well, you have a very blank canvas." She smirked. A large smile grew on his face.

"Did I ever tell you that you are a genius?" He asked, standing up and retrieving his supplies.

"No, but I would love if you said it again." She replied. Once the paints were retrieved, they began to paint the walls of the studio again. Y/N and Ringo laughed as they ran around the room painting random places with whatever came to mind. They chased each other until they decided to get serious and actually draw something decent. It was relaxing and fun, especially with Ringo. At one point he turned to Y/N, looking a bit nervous. Seeing him so young felt so familiar, but yet a little uncanny after she had seen him older.

"Thank you for all this." He said with a warm smile.

"Thank you." She said in return, going over and hugging him. Their hands covered in paint and clothes now also, they decided that things were different now. They both exited the hug, but not before giving each other a kiss. It was strange for sure, but relieving. Ringo looked as shocked as ever as he stared at her.

"That was definitely..."

"Strange?"

"Exactly."

"But it was welcoming." She said, giving him another hug. "Who knows what is to come now." He nodded, staring at the painting they had made. It was a picture of Thomas the Tank Engine with Y/N and Ringo sitting in front of it.

"The beginning of the next chapter." Ringo said as they stood in silence.

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Okay, I wrote the photograph thing before I remembered the song! I was like "Wait! It works!" which made me so happy lol. Anyways, this is the first ending for you all! I hope you enjoyed it! I think the next one will be George.

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

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now that I'm home I can elaborate on Dune: Part Two. In case anyone was wondering, here's a quick spoiler-free review: it was really good. I really liked it, but that's coming from someone who has read Dune, started on messiah, and has had a lot of conversations with a certified mega-fan (read all of Frank Herbert's stuff and quite a few of the others as well) if you're familiar with the book(s), it's really good. It changes some stuff but I honestly think it does so out of necessity, and because a movie is a different medium than a book. It really plays to the strengths of what a movie can do. also, it's gorgeous. if you haven't read the books it's still a really good movie and decently approachable (provided you've watched the first one) but I think some things are... easy to miss if you don't have book knowledge. this is not positive nor negative, it's just a thing. it's also my personal opinion that it's probably uhh an easier transition to read the book first and then watch the movie. I wouldn't know I finished Dune about a year ago it's just what I suspect. ok, spoilers below so don't go further than this if you're avoiding them.

the movie was so good, as I said above, there were a lot of changes, I honestly liked most of them, it's a LONG movie, but it feels dense, and almost a little rushed at times because there's SO MUCH it has to fit into one place. The movie does a decent job of fitting everything into the story but there are a few moments where it does struggle. It's sort of hard to truly explain my stance because even some of the things that weren't necessarily my favorite I can understand why they were like that. For example, Alia is my favorite character in Dune and she wasn't even in the book that much, I was extremely sad that she didn't get to stab anyone. She's my favorite freak of nature. That said, I can understand why she wasn't there, I don't think that scene would have had the same flow if she got to commit murder. If it were up to me, I probably wouldn't have condensed the thing into a less than 9-month time span (as Alia hasn't been born yet) but it's not the worst thing and I don't really mind. I was SO happy Gurney got to sing/play I missed that so much in the first one (I really like Gurney).

I, personally thought chani and pauls relationship was really good, the symbolism of her little blue ribbon was really fun. Also, the fact that she stands in defiance of the prophecy set by the Bene Gesserit while simultaneously being a part of it is cool to watch. It's a little less clear what's happening with that if you're not familiar with the books but if you are it's great.

Irulan got to do some things, which in my opinion is really cool. I felt so bad for her at the end of the first book. She's still not in a great place but at least she got to do some stuff.

I liked Jessica being weird and creepy and muttering to her psychic daughter the whole movie. To be honest I wasn't super with it at first but it ended up being fun.

all of the house Harkonnen stuff RULED. like the aesthetics, the vibes, the black and white, the fireworks that looked like drops of blood, the fight scene. it was amazing. I was LIVING for it. why do I want Feyd-Rautha's outfit (from the fight scene) with its long dramatic tastles and cool shapes? Honestly, a lot of the Harkonnen outfits ruled. a lot of the outfits in general ruled. Irulan's weird dimand dress was neat. I loved the beading on her headdress.

sandwalking is still awesome and I loved to see it. every time a Freemen jumped out of the sand I was grinning like a maniack. they were terrifying in a way that's hard to explain. it was awesome to watch.

ok, getting into some of the more serious stuff. The moment where Paul goes to the South and accepts his role is.... just... the way they shot it. the music that played. the terror in Chani's eyes. It was really good. they played it like a tragedy and a work of horror. you were not supposed to look upon this moment with joy or reverence. it felt like something that would--- that could--- only end badly. it was exactly the right feeling for that moment. Paul could never be anything other than a tragic figure, and this moment, this moment where he decides to accept it, that was very much the start of the end. (from a certain point of view, from another, it's been crashing down for a while now, and this was just another step towards oblivion) There are no heroes in Dune, and this moment did not feel heroic. In almost any other movie, any other story, this would be a victory, a moment where the leader steps into their role and rallies their troops. The fact that this moment is horrifying shows me just how much respect this movie gives to its source.

Not only that but the battle at the end had direct parallels to the battle in the first movie. running the opposite direction, and this time our characters are the attackers. It felt epic to see the sandworms and the troops on top of them (also the sand riding scene was fun) then, it turned right back around as the brutality of the attack was emphasized. it felt like watching a massacre because it was. it was supposed to remind you of what happened to Leto and the others. Leto might not have believed in revenge, but his son does. There are no heroes in Dune. there never could have been.

the ornithopters continue to be epic to see on a massive screen. The movie also sounded amazing.

that's most of what I have to say for right now. overall, it was a great movie. I was originally a little nervous to go back in a theater, considering last time it did not go well, but I don't regret this for a second. like all movies you see in theaters it's LOULD, and fairly bright (although I've seen much more blinding movies) I'm decently noise-sensitive and EXTREMELY photosensitive (I don't get seizures or anything, but bright lights will almost always trigger a migraine) I brought a pair of ear-plugs and I could still hear perfectly, although I do have a nasty migraine so there's that. Honestly, this is just a hazard of me seeing literally anything in a theater so I don't blame the movie itself. I wish I could go to theaters without pain, but we don't often get what we wish for. Still, I had fun, and I'd go see it again, so this movie is officially worth the migraine.

#dune #dune movie #dune part two #dune part 2

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Each week Lone Star Daily looks to provide you with a decent (not comprehensive) list of the fanfics that have been posted for the week. The week runs from Friday - Thursday, as that way it does give us an opportunity to put the list together. There’s no requirement to tag us as we will check the tags #911 lone star fic and #911lsfic while also combing through ao3. We currently are only going to post new fics, not updates. You can check out this week’s fics below the cut.

Please feel free to give this post a boost to give our writers a chance to receive some love for the work they do for the fandom.

(if your fic is not tagged with a tumblr, it’s because we couldn’t find one - feel free to send us a message and we’ll be happy to add one)

TARLOS FICS

lonely isn’t the word for this by @chaotictarlos

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | M | 3.4K)

“You can’t do this to me, Carlos. I swear to everything that if you die on me I’ll kill you.” TK bites out, tears swimming in his eyes, hands in fists as his chest heaves with sobs. This wasn’t how the day was supposed to go, it wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

Carlos was never supposed to be the one in a hospital bed.

pulses slow, faint matrimone by @terramous

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | N/R | 6.8K)

The next time he caught Paul’s eye, he whispered “where is he?” hoping, somewhat in vain, that Carlos’ best man would have a clue as to where he was.

Paul just offered him the same wide-eyed look that everyone else was giving him as he shrugged. “I don’t know, man.”

Great. This was great.

i won’t let anything happen to you by @kiras-sunshine

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 8.5K)

TK never thought that water would become a problem for him. That swimming would be an issue for him. That his mind refuses to get into water, even when he needs to.

this journey doesn’t have an expiration date by Road1985

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 2.6K)

Carlos didn't want to be late for his own wedding, he wasn't going to stop. But destiny had another idea.

A story about some far--fetched flaws and the dangers of eavesdropping by Tan_Zan

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | M | 8K)

TK panicked and did something very stupid. Carlos became suspicious and eavesdropped the conversation between TK and Nancy. And then everything went horribly wrong.

By Inferno’s Light by benjaminrussell

↳ (TK x Carlos | Scifi Au | T | 1.5K)

TK gets sent along on a scientific research mission to provide medical support if needed, where he meets Security Officer Reyes. When Reyes gets hurt, they’re pushed together, making it hard to deny their mutual attraction, and by the end of the day, sparks will fly.

you take the pain whenever I’m in hell again by @ravens-words

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 1.4K)

When he thought back to a few weeks ago, Carlos found that he should have seen this coming. There had been some cracks, here and there- TK had been quiet, distant, distracted most of the time. Carlos had barely seen him this past week, and his excuse had always been that he'd taken extra shifts. He'd pulled away from everyone else, too, if the texts Carlos had been getting from their friends were any indication.

Now, as he sat on the floor of their bathroom, a bottle of pills clutched in his hand, all he could think of was:

“I should’ve seen this coming.”4

3 am bliss by falloutmars

↳ (TK x Carlos | Fluff | M | 3.9K)

He doesn’t go back to sleep.

He should. It’s 3:18 in the morning, probably closer to 3:20 now, and he is exhausted. The tiredness is bone-deep, evident from a long and dramatic week neither of them has managed to fully move past yet, but he has got an armful of his fiancé and tears streaming down his face. The moment is one he never wants to leave, tired or not.

Everything feels surreal. From the pure happiness running through his veins, making his heart beat ten to the dozen, to the way his brain won’t stop repeating the word fiancé. Being tired from being woken up in the middle of the night or living through yet another awful week doesn’t matter because he is happy. He is engaged, and he is happy.

Mother’s day woes by msarahv

↳ (TK x Carlos | Flower Shop Au| T | 1.2K)

Carlos was a good son.

He was.

The fact that he had forgotten it was Mother's day tomorrow had nothing to do with a lack of preparation and everything with his workload this week. Plus his friend Michelle was going through a raw patch. And there was this guy he had been on a second date with and he turned out to be a jerk...

OTHER PAIRINGS/CHARACTER FICS

problems with stairs by @halsteadmarchs

↳ (TK x Nancy | Hurt/Comfort | M | 1.1K)

He was protecting his partner.

That’s what he told himself.

Yet he still saw Nancy tumbling in front of him as he led at the bottom.

And that was the last thing he saw.

limbo limbo limbo by @marwani-strickland

↳ (Paul x Marjan | Hurt/Comfort | T | 3.4K)

vignettes detailing moments of comfort between paul and marjan. s3 missing scenes

It’s Halloween and We can be Anything by midnightviolet

↳ (The 126 | AU | T | 2.3K)

The supernatural is real.

A Scooby Doo-ish AU.

Save Me Some Sunshine by benjaminrussell

↳ (Tommy x Catherine | First Kiss | G | 1.3K)

When Tommy runs into a familiar face at Pride, she invites Catherine to join her and the rest of the 126. The other woman is funny and beautiful, and Tommy can’t keep her eyes off her…

i’d say i saw it by nightcamedown

↳ (Owen x Mateo | Missing Scene | G | 1.8K)

They’ve all rotated in and out of Cap’s room a second time already, saying encouraging things with a lot of determination and no noticeable effect. Currently Tommy is in the chair at Cap’s bedside and Grace is standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. Mateo looks at them through the closed glass door. Their lips are moving. He can’t hear them.

He wonders if Cap can, and so he wonders out loud: “Do you think talking to him does any good? Can he even hear us?”

#ls daily ff #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

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water-hates-learning · 2 years

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Hmmm… Drafted Headcanons? If you’re still doing the head canon AU thing o/c

Sure, would love to!

- Tord gets picked on and beat up by other soldiers who are loyal to Red Leader. Tord’s one of the lowest ranking soldiers on the totem pole, even though he’s invaluable to Red Leader for his inventions and lab work. Everyone, even Red Leader, calls him “shitbird”.

- Tom can’t see color with the optic implants. His vision sort of looks like night vision; mostly grey-green and black. It’s not great for precision firing, but that’s not a huge concern for Tom. He’s more about brute force anyway.

- Eduardo doesn’t like Tord. But he hates Red Leader. Enemy of my enemy and all that. When everything is over and the Red Army is destroyed, Eduardo’s first order of business is going to be punching Tord in the face.

- As time goes on, Edd’s harebrained schemes to save his friends and take down Red Leader get wilder and wilder. When Tord passed the resistance information about the Time Machines, Edd went wild and actually broke into the base to steal one. It was such an unexpected move that he got away with it.

- The number of people in the resistance varies wildly. There are very few permanent members, either because they are captured, killed, or leave of their own volition. Red Leader demoralizes them a lot, particularly where Edd is involved. He’s dragged Edd’s name through the mud on more than one occasion.

- Matt has made tentative friendships with a few of the other folk who were pressed into service like he and Tom were. They don’t see a lot of each other because Red Leader keeps a lot of space between drafted soldiers to prevent any uprisings. But Matt’s on decent terms with most of them. They have an understanding.

- Paul and Pat were actually friends with Tord and the three of them joined the Red Army together with dreams of uprooting a corrupted system and establishing something for the people, by the people. Those dreams were quickly crushed and both Paul and Pat have become disillusioned with the idea of justice as a whole. One corrupt systems just replaces another. The rich get richer. And only the cold, cruel, hardened folk make it in the world. There’s no place for softness, kindness, or goodness. They don’t exactly hate Tord, but I wouldn’t call them friends either. But they’re none too fond of Red Leader either. They blame Tord for getting them both trapped in the service of the Red Army. They’re cordial with him, a little cold, but they tend to turn a blind eye when Tord’s bending the rules to make things easier on himself or his friends. They’re not completely harmless.

- Tord’s a bit of a slob. That is to say, his lab is an organized mess that only he understands. His paranoia and fear of Red Leader means all his notes are written in a complicated series of codes.

- Also, it’s not that Tord isn’t allowed to work with the other scientists in the Red Army. It’s just that they don’t like him and will bully him if he shows his face around their labs. When he first joined the Red Army, Tord was the golden boy. He was making inventions and churning out all kinds of impressive shit for the army. Red Leader adored him and heaped him with praise and admiration. The other scientists were bitter and jealous at Tord’s showmanship and ego but didn’t dare lay a finger on Red Leader’s favorite. Now that Tord’s fallen so far out of favor, they have no qualms about bullying him for making them look bad. They still can’t measure up to his skills, but that hardly matters anymore.

- Edd tends to wander a lot. He drifts from place to place, looking for solutions, gathering resistance members, or just letting his mind trail off and his feet carry him wherever. Eduardo hates that Edd just keeps wandering off willy-nilly, but trying to keep Edd under house arrest is like trying to keep a hurricane in a jar.

#that;s all i can think of i'm falling asleep here sorry haha #ew drafted au

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megsmagicshop7 · 2 years

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Let's Talk Expectations

It's the night before the concert in Busan still, at least here in Florida. So, I know the nerves and emotions must be running high amongst the members as they gear up for the evening ahead. I, however, only have the stress of making sure I wake up to my 4:45 AM alarm. Which is a valid concern since I indeed did not do that this morning and was late to work. Oops.

When I read Namjoon's Weverse post earlier today, I've been mulling the thought of expectations ever since. I'm using translations so forgive me if you've seen it written in other terms. After acknowledging the ups and downs that came with planning this concert, he expresses that parts of it may still be lacking but it's a BTS concert so they will set out to put out their best.

Lacking.

I'm very fortunate to have seen BTS live, and it is a memory I replay in my mind and heart constantly. PTD LA was during the busy season at work and I had one day off. I got off my overnight shift, flew out to LA, went to the concert, and slept at LAX to be on the first flight out to be at work the next day. And I would do it all again.

But when I got on the plane I wasn't thinking about fireworks in the finale. If I got to the stadium and all of a sudden, my ARMY bomb wasn't working, I wasn't going to turn around. I was, however, selfishly hoping that Yoongi didn't hastily dye his hair. He didn't.

All I COULD think of was wow, I'm going to see BTS live. In person. They will exist beyond my screen. These 7 men who have helped me through so much and got me to a point in my life that felt so surreal, it was like I needed to see them before my very eyes to convince myself it wasn't all some sort of marvelous dream. Often separated by distance and time zones, we were going to be in the same place, at the same time.

And with so. many. ARMY. That alone is an experience in itself. To be amongst so many people who understand and are there for the same reasons you are. The generosity of those handing out freebies, the kindness in those complimenting other's outfits, and the magical camaraderie in banding together to show BTS how much we love and appreciate them.

All I could ever want is for them to be on stage happy, healthy, and loving what they do. And it's not only all I could ever want, but also all I expect as well.

I can't speak for the pressures they must feel as the givers. I'm sure it is more than I could ever think of. But I can speak on the expectations I have as the receiver, which on the opposite end is I'm sure not as many as they would think.

I've been to concerts with all the bells and whistles. I've been to concerts so intimate that the band would get off stage after the show and mingle with the crowd for photos and autographs. As I said earlier, I've been to a BTS concert.

And I never walked into a venue expecting anything other than singing along with my favorite artists. To sing words that have helped me through so much, back to them. To see a smile. Hear a thank you. Some merch perhaps.

It makes me wonder, what do you honestly expect out of a BTS concert? At this rate I would at least hope for decent screens for those of us that get seats farther away but that's about it for me. I consider everything a bonus.

I know they must feel a certain pressure to uphold what they have put out in the past, I get it. But it pains me in a way to see them feel the need to apologize for things maybe being different. This isn't a standard BTS concert, but it will still be more than what is the standard for others. Because like he said, they're BTS!

It has me thinking ahead for the future too. I know their challenges for this concert were largely out of their control. But I know they've expressed feelings of how shows will evolve in the future for them. Bands age. We all do. When I saw Paul McCartney at Citi Field, he was much older than the young Beatle on my t-shirt. I see Hanson at EPCOT every year (psst! They're back this year!) and as is normal, Zac has grown up! They all have. But both venues, different in size and audience, were full. And I left the venues with expectations met and even exceeded.

So long as BTS is out here putting on a show, I will be there. And I will never expect anything beyond singing my favorite songs along with them live. They could sit on stools and not change their outfits the entire concert. I don't care. If they're happy, all I can do is be happy for them.

What are your thoughts? And, if you are going to the show, let me know how it was for you being there in person! I'll be watching enviously from my screen!

#bts #방탄소년단 #bts busan #yet to come #bts thoughts #kim namjoon

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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Dearest Super Nova, It's been a while, I thank u for being the most generous source when it comes to Leto's fanfics, even before the movie came out, U were there writing and writing and damn, You are so good at it. I have a request, U r free not to do it if U were uncomfortable. Letox readerx paul. Arranged marriage to leto, She tries to win him over but he is causal about their relationship, She finds friendship in paul, at first It's platonic but Would there be more?Would Leto notice? Dm 4 mor

Thank you for your compliments, for this interesting plot and sorry for the wait ! I hope you'll like it ! ☺️

New Home (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader x Paul Atreides

Warning : smut (Leto x reader), arranged marriage, language, breeding kink, pregnancy, unprotected sex, husband/wife, jealousy, angst, fluff (lots of fluff).

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Family doesn't necessarily share the same blood as yours. This is how you feel everytime you get the opportunity to spend some of your free time with Paul.

Despite being Leto Atreides' wife - i.e as Duchess of Caladan - life has not been easy. After several months you had done everything you could to get your place in this high society where you didn't know anything. Many have envied your power, some have jealoused what they interpreted as love from Leto. But obviously for you, there is no love in your couple.

At first you tried to get his attention, to awaken this loving husband people wanted to see - and you too, after all eho wanted to spend the rest of their life with someone not reciprocating ? - but to no avail. However you couldn't complain about his behavior more than this. He respects you and other women, explains you important details with patience, is completely decent with you. You think he likes it when you entertwine your arms during some gala or when walking in the hallways. This man relaxes a bit more, lowers his guard imperceptibly, grins. He trusts you enough for this. And he is pretty handsome, which is nothing you would complain about. But your illusions of a loving relationship faded. He appreciates your company, and makes sure that passion between you is present during some nights. There are much worse situations.

This is why Paul brings you some comfort. Nothing much due to your schedules, but at least it changes from your usual work. The young man was among the ones opening up to you the most at your arrival, much to your surprise. You heard about his mother. An awesome woman from the Bene Gesserit as you soon learned with apprehension. Her shadow still lingers on this planet, as well as all over her son when the moment comes to talk about her. He misses her but does his best to move on without forgetting her existence. It fascinates you as much as it pains you. Technically you are his mother now, but you see him more like a man needing a confident.

You often walk in Paul's company like today, your hands clasped together in front of you as your dress keeps folding and unfolding under the soft rythm of your footsteps in the castle. He wears his uniform better and better, his stance getting more noble as time goes by. He learns fast. No wonder why his father feels so proud of his son. You only hope your husband shares his feelings with him openly, and unlike in many families you noticed this bound between them.

"So... Did you take any decision ?" You ask him before focusing on his hair still not tamed properly yet. "I thought it was an urgent matter."

The young Atreides scoffs, his jaws clenching shortly. There is some melancholy in his dark eyes, like all too often these days.

"I want to make her proud wherever she is, and I had no power to prevent the universe from bringing another woman to our House." He mumbles. "You already know I accepted you. There is no doubt to have about it."

"Then why this message ? You sounded worried ?"

"There is no emergency per say. I only need some reassurance."

It is pretty unlike him to share intimate fears in your presence. Casual subjects are common but you aspire to be the best person you can for him. This is when you notice his skin tone paler than usual and the way he swallows hard before finding the bravery necessary to look at you in the eyes.

"Do you think of me as worthy ?"

"Worthy ? As the Duke's son ?"

"Well... yes. But I meant it more... more like... through your eyes. I forgot what it does to be seen as a son by a mother. You adapted to your new life seemingly without any problem while I keep having to learn all the time." He breathes in once. "In a way you are an outsider - not that I consider you as one today but..."

He stops there and lowers his gaze as you start smiling to yourself. His sensitivity and will to evolve keeps impressing you. It's a great change from all the spoiled brats you got the disgrace to cross the path of. He got raised well.

"Paul. I am mature enough to understand that my presence is still something you didn't chose. I didn't chose either. And this same maturity makes me proud of you for the way you try your best. You need time. It's normal."

Leto and Paul are usually not tactile towards each other except for a pat on the shoulder or on the back from time to time. You don't have any idea of how it went between him and his mother, but the way he closes his eyes when you caress his cheek as a soothing gesture makes you melt. It works. Your attempts to relieve him from some fears are successful. Taking the opportunity to examine his face closer, you notice the dark bags, some parts of his hair slightly greasy where he got used to run his fingers during his lessons.

"Thank you for understanding." He says with a shy smile and emotional eyes as you start readjusting his collar. "Sorry about this outfit, I got up a bit late."

"Do you sleep well at night ?" You ask with a warning glare.

"Not so much," he admits. "You know I tend to overthink."

"Try to get to bed early. You need some rest. You're definitely following your father's path like this." You sigh before correcting a few rebellious strands of dark hair on his forehead. "Look at that, even your curls do as they wish "

Paul lets you do what needs to be done passively and once done you step back a bit, finally content with his appearance. His shoulders dropped a bit, translating some more relaxed mind, but the rest looks more professional. It's satisfying.

"I... as much as I respect my father... I do hope I won't end up being his clone." He says in a strangled voice as he tenses up back again. "I am flattered by your words but... I think this is what keeps me up at night. Among other things."

"Paul. You won't be his clone. You are not him. There are similarities but it's normal. Everyone shares traits with people they grew up with. They'll notice it one day. You are still learning. Experience comes with each day of our life. Responsibilities need to be taken. You can't leave them chasing after you like some sort of ghosts. You won't govern alone the day you get access to your duties."

Paul smiles enough for you to consider it as a victory.

"Thank you for your support. It means a lot to me. I hope Father is happy with my work."

"He is. And he loves you. But you already knows this, don't you ?"

He nods with a big smile and clasps his hands behind him as he keeps his hazel eyes turned to the ground.

"I know it, but I still want to make sure I don't commit any unfortunate mistake." He states with a voice swollen with pride.

Maybe it is the relief of talking to him - or anyone in this castle - with an open heart, or maybe the way his eyes shine with gratefulness, but you turn silent. It's difficult not to get attached to him. He does his best in everything, gets excellent results at it. House Atreides couldn't dream of a better heir and you are not convinced that you would one day give birth to any better potential successor for your husband. After all this is not even a possibility you discussed much despite your obvious role on Caladan. Leto loves his son, and doesn't feel the need to get another child. His love for Paul's mother was genuine, and visibly this attachment was compulsory for him.

What if ? Had life been different you would have had a different fate. An acquaintance, a friend, a lover, a confident. A stranger.

The night you are back in your quarters. It is late, Leto barely came back from a private dinner with some diplomat. You ate alone, your heart heavy with boredom amd regrets. You are cleaning your face with water in your bathroom sink, listening to your husband who stands behind you.

"I talked to Paul earlier today." He starts as you watch his reflection in the mirror to cross his tired eyes. "He came to me this evening. Apparently you manage to communicate with him pretty well."

His exhaustion is clear but this doesn't affect the genuine grateful grin that appears as he steps closer to you. Enjoyable goosebumps run down your spine at the way he eyes you up and down from behind. The lack of love never caused any absence of respectful interest.

"I do my best. I know it's not as easy as he tries to make me think."

"You do it well." He sighs before embracing you, his bearded chin resting on the top of your head. "Thank you for your patience."

"You are welcome my Lord." You reply before leaving some room for his kisses by tilting your head. "Is this your way of thanking me ?"

"I am a Duke. I have to find some balance between words and action." He whispers.

You gasp at the gentle hip thrust pressing you against the sink, your hands on the marble as his lips get more hungry for your skin. Caged by the piece of furniture and his arms, you let a shaky sigh out.

"And you do it perfectly my Lord. A true man of talent." You chuckle.

"Thank you for being so understanding with him." He whispers before turning you around to hold your gaze. "Please let me join actions to words more efficiently."

After a quick nod, you watch him getting on his knees, his beautiful hands lifting your nightgown to press his lips against your entrance.

The next morning you wake up with difficulty, for once still in your husband's grasp. It shouldn't lead your mind to get washed by this mix of positive and negative emotions. It feels like you belong to somewhere. But is it as good as it would be with someone you love ? Do you even still love him ? It never felt like more than a crush caused by your will to get a good life with an arranged marriage. Some mental conditioning. But at the same time your respect for this man had only grown. Your admiration as well. He protects his planet, his family. Takes care of everything he can. Never refuses to teach you anything from diplomacy to strategy, same about History or sex. You do your best. You get better at everything. There is this easiness to learn in his company, to feel safe as he obviously does in your presence.

And now you doubt as you feel this forgotten heat mount in your breast. It's coming back. You are falling hard again.

In a way this makes your role easier to define during your interactions with Paul. You are his new mother figure here. Advices and listening are an important part of your discussions. They last longer, not always enough to deepen the matters as you wish you could. A disturbing thought pierces its way through your skull. But it can't be true, right ?

Overreaction might be possible but you don't want to take any risk. With the combination of his thankful gazes, his sudden shyness from time to time or his moody frown when he acts more distant for no apparent reason... but after all this may be your imagination because you aren't the one who gave birth to him. Maybe you are growing utterly desperate for affection and due to some weird psychological explanation you never heard of this is what crosses your mind.

"Is everything alright with Paul ?" Leto asks as he gets closer to you in the bed. "You didn't talk much together during the dinner."

"I let him some space." You half lie as you act like looking for some knots in your hair. "I don't want to act like his best friend - a thing I am not."

His silence lasts for a while before he hums, his fingers now running through the strand of hair you were examining.

"You're beautiful." He says calmly.

Your heart skips a beat as your husband's thumb keeps on caressing your hair, his hand soon finding your neck to make you look at him. Seeing him during the day is reassuring thanks to his immaculate appearance anytime. But at night, with his curls freed from the substance he uses to maintain them in place, his features relaxed due to tiredness and his warm bare chest rising calmy under the blankets... it makes you feel lucky.

"What did I do to deserve such a praise ?" You chuckle a few seconds late.

"You have done so much." He whispers with this hint of lust in his gaze.

"Really ?" You ask. "Please tell me more."

"You were born to be beautiful my Lady." He says before getting closer, his body overheating yours as he lies down on top of you gently. "Not only in appearance. I recognize a beautiful soul when I see one."

Flabbergasted by his sudden behavior, you welcome the kisses peppered slowly on your throat, your heart pounding hard as you battle to breathe under this gentle siege. His beard feels good, his lips too, and what about the firm pressure he applies to your crotch as he manages to settle between your legs ?

"Leto." You chuckle louder as your face gets half hidden in his curled hair. "What are you doing ?"

The laugh dies in your throat the moment you cross his gaze. You are quick to succumb to this overwhelming shyness caused by your fresh feelings. He is handsome like this, a cheeky grin visible as a strand of greyish hair got out of place, his beautiful eyes staring down at you. You feel caged, protected at the center of attention of this man, his legs tangled with his, hips pressed against yours, arms around you and unwavering pupils.

"I'm trying to charm my wife." He mumbles with a voice too hot for your nerves. "Isn't it obvious ?"

"Leto." You chuckle with this schoolgirl pitch as you hide your face against his neck, butterflies erupting in your belly as he grinds once between your legs in a long and slow stroke. "Leto you're killing me."

"None of my goal my love." He whispers as he peppers kisses on your hairline. "I guess my plan is working."

"It is." You admit as you look away, your face burning and a guilty smile on your lips. "Is there anything you don't fail ?"

"I've failed to give my son a proper family balance for a while." He confesses sadly, getting your attention. "There is none in such House, but you gave him what he needed the most. A mother. Some to look after him and that teaches him as many things as me, Duncan or Gurney would. You are the most loveable person I've ever met."

This is certainly not the right time but nervousness makes you chuckles with that same immature tone and you hide your face again in the crook of his neck. Your need of proximity and sentimental connection to him makes you act childishly and you don't feel exactly sorry about it, you already are too busy trying to breathe.

"You are the most loveable person I've ever met Leto, and ever will." You finally articulate under your shaky beath, your lips offering him a taste of his skin as they brush it. "You're always too harsh on yourself. You are a wonderful Duke. The best one a planet could wish for."

"Is that so ?" He asks with another slow hip thrust. "And am I a good father ?"

"You should hear how proud of you Paul is. How hard he wants to be perfect to your eyes, good enough to get your whole attention. He wants to honor his family. You are a perfect father despite what you might think."

"Do you really think so my beautiful Lady ? Do you think I deserve all these praises from you ?"

"You do my Lord." You confirm as you see lust replacing his sadness in his eyes as your compliments keep flooding out of your mouth. "It is a honor to be married to you, to be able to tell you how good you are for this galaxy. I am sure many people even from other Houses envy you."

"They envy me for the wrong reasons my love, I'm pretty sure all they would like to get would be you, money and power." He groans as a hand disappears under him, his eyes closing as you guess he is stroking himself. "They would love to have you. Anyone would. Shit how much they'd love it. You should see their gazes when they see you in your dresses. How pathetic they look." He sighs as he keeps stroking himself, his listful gaze making you feel smaller than anytime before.

Maybe you just saw a tear or some perspiration on his cheek. Either way you don't have time to take a closer look at it, your eyes wide open as you stare at the ceiling, his heated breath and the tip of his cock rubbing the soiled fabrics of your panties before finding the wet spot between your lips as you spread your legs. He is quick to come back to you during the long thrust, kissing your forehead.

"I love you my Lady." He whispers against your forehead as his thick cock slides almost out of you. "So much." He adds as he's totally back inside. "Look at me please." His soaked shaft slide almost out of you as you cross his gaze, before sliding back in and out then in with hip thrusts he mastered a long time ago. "You are the perfect mother for him." He muffles his moan in your hair as you start responding to his ministrations. "You feel so good my Lady."

"I love you Leto." You articulate as your hips mirror his rythm, your hand grabbing the back of his head to keep him as close as he is. Then realization hits you, and a new wave of butterflies erupts in your belly, your lips opening in a shaky gasp. "Please give us your next heir tonight."

A louder moan leaces his mouth, his hips thrusts getting firmer.

"Please carry our future children my love." He sighs. "Please carry them from now on." He moans again before stopping to listen to your own desperate noises, pulling on your hair so you don't try to muffle them. "Like that my love, keep moaning like that my dear."

The bed creaks as your mutual motions get more impatient for your release, a new kind of raw desire obvious as he stares down at you, his jaws clenched, some longer curls sticking to the sweat appearing on his forehead. His muscles dance under his tan skin, his teeth biting on his bottom lips as he starts long and torturingly deep grinds. He looks regal the moment he closes his eyes as you caress his bearded cheek, a wonderful blend between control and pulsion as you notice the vein popping above his eyes. Your pleasure is getting wild and soon the only thing keeping your hands on his dkin is his own hand as he keeps thrusting deep inside you, taking his time to see your combustion, his free hand getting on your throat without pressing, just holding it down so he can watch you. The knock on the door doesn't interrupt you, no emergency important enough to make him stop pounding like you, the idea of impregnating you too good for his other responsibilities.

"Want my seed ?" He asks and you nod. "Cum then, make it loud. Make them hear what I'm doing to you."

They do hear your pleasure as he gets faster, your voice impossible to muffle as he holds you like that underneath him. The knocks stopped as pleasure washes all over your nerves, his name screamed in this delicious agony as he thrusts even harder, the wet sounds filling the room. Now he is getting wilder, rough as he kneels down between your spread legs, his eyes watching the way his cock splits you in two. He loves what he is seeing, your juices all over the both of you, his body shivering as his half-closed eyes stay directed on your entrance, still deep inside you as his seed got released in your warmth. He wants to watch it getting out of your pussy but he remains like that, looking at your exhausted face and rising and falling chest. The both of you remain in this position for a while, your loud breathing interrupted a few minutes later by other knocks. You are hotther than ever like this, your shy yet content face smiling up at him. He has to get up though, kissing your forehead and wrapping his hips in a towel before going to the door, opening to a blushing and embarrassed young soldier that doesn't dare to look at him, his useless and uninteresting request getting the door slammed at his face. Gurney can deal with it for today.

Your new bound is obvious to everyone, and the soldier certainly spread what he had interrupted. The way you keep your arm locked with your husband's whenever you are close enough makes it clear, and rumors start to get whispered in everyone's ears in the castle. You can feel this electric tension wherever you go, even maids get more involved if it was even possible. More smiling. Leto Atreides is known to have conceived Paul with love with this Lady Jessica. Everyone is expecting another heir to join the House in the following months. They certainly think the both of you already have a confirmation that brought you even closer.

"Paul, be more careful please." You sigh as you notice the collar of his uniform.

You were sure it was put correctly when you joined him earlier, but maybe you dreamed or it moved as Paul keeps fumbling nervously. At least he doesn't feel irritated as you reasjust his top, a smile even appearing as you battle with the collar.

"Now it's better, and..." but you stop as you notice him getting closer, cold goosebumps and a shot of adrenaline giving you the reflex to place your hand firmly on his lips. "What are you even thinking ?"

Offense is clear in your voice as the young man steps back, all signs of softness having abandoned his features. He is back at a pouting face, his hazel eyes looking away.

"I was giving you room." He lies.

"Paul. I am being serious." You warn him with anger clear in your voice. "Don't try to do inconsiderate things. Keep your mind clear."

He looks seriously hurt as he lowers his head, whispering a broken "I'm sorry. This won't happen again."

Maybe you should comfort him ? Leave him alone so he can think ? No. You have to make it clear.

"I am with your father, Paul. I've noticed the way you looked at me lately. I ignored you because I found it ridiculous and weird, thinking I was misinterpreting the signs. I won't engage in any kind of madness with you. Am I clear ?"

"Yes. " He squeals in a low voice. "I'm sorry I don't know what happened. I got confused I guess."

He's definitely hurt. This is going to need more than just words.

"Paul. Please. This is so absurd that I don't want to talk about it again. I won't tell your father about this. But keep in mind that if this happens again, I won't cover you this time. There is no place for such thoughts here. I understand that our proximity and lack of blood ties can confuse you but this has to stop right there. Do you understand ?"

"I do." He mumbles. "I'm sorry. This won't happen again. Thank you for helping me. I misunderstood a few things. And even if those same things were sincere it would have been stupid of me. Thank you again."

The tension doesn't disappear before a while as the both of you keep getting ready for the upcoming ceremony. This never gets discussed again, much to your relief. Instead, you get the opportunity during the dinner to announce the great news awaiting for your House, Leto's hand wrapped protectively around your hips all the evening, impatient to feel your belly getting swollen.

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the-swedes-knees · 3 years

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Time in A Bottle (Agent Mobius x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Mobius, it's a slice of pie in a very specific slice of time.

Word Count: 1.8k

Located in the middle of Downtown, bordering on the corner of old-time druggies and newly gentrified condos was a moderate sized building with an exorbitant monthly rent.

It was a theme restaurant, if the theme was 'we opened in 1953 and we'll be damned if we change the decor'- done up in chrome and frosted glass windows that clashed against the surrounding brick and mortar. The neon sign bearing the establishment's name had burnt out years ago, but it wasn't the type of place one would seek out.

Unless you were Mobius, that is.

[09:45:00]

Technically, he shouldn't be here.

His unit was nearly a mile out, or, more accurately, they would be within the hour. Dates like this, where a simple flap of a fat pigeon's wing could ripple into Nexus event after Nexus event had a name. A proper designation in their severity and frequency of necessary resets.

But he just always referred to them as 'a real pickle'.

You glance up at the front door as the brass bell affixed to the frame jingles loudly. The man that enters looks around the place before making eye contact with you and smiles. He points to the empty bar and you nod your head.

Once you finish refilling the other customer's drink, you see that he's made himself comfortable in the middle stool.

"Hey there." You greet from the opposite side of the counter. He offers a sheepish greeting in response as you set a water down in front of him, balancing a plastic straw on the rim of the glass. "Can I start you off with some coffee? Just made a fresh pot."

"That'd be great, thanks."

You place the mug and matching saucer in front of him and pour. For a moment you look up at him, and he's smiling a very genuine smile- something very rare these days.

As soon as it's full to the brim you're reaching under the counter and grabbing a clean glass sugar pourer, placing it right next to his cup.

"How'd you know?"

"Customer service intuition, I guess." He thanks you before unfurling the napkin containing his flatware. Like someone with real proper manners, he drapes the napkin over one of his legs before stirring an ample amount of sugar into his drink.

You can't help but notice just how much he fits in to the whole aesthetic with his well fitted brown suit and slim tie. New York offered a multiplicity of personalities, and you'd become quite numb to anything and everything that would walk through that door.

Yet, someone about this man was intriguing, familiar in a way. Like in the past life he was a PI that you hired to confirm your husband's affair.

Both a confidant, and a stranger.

"Feel free to take your time, but, do you know what you'd like?" You note his closed menu pushed to the side. He raises his eyebrows and nods while mid-sip, and you pull out a notepad and pen from your apron.

"Sure do, could I get two slices?" He points the vintage rotating pie cooler to your left and specifies his selection.

Easy enough. You put two generous slices onto separate plates, and he declines your offer of whipped cream or ice cream on top.

"Good choice, this one's my favorite."

"You don't say." The knowing twinkle in his eye wasn't noticed as you busied yourself with refilling his coffee. He holds his hands up in mock defeat and sighs. "Well, I guess you'll have to join me." The ceramic scraped against the quartz tabletop as he pushed one of the plates across the bar, directly opposite himself.

"I'm on the clock-"

"Don't worry, another customer doesn't come in for-" He pauses to flex his arm, riding his jacket sleeve up just enough to check his wristwatch. "12 minutes and 43 seconds."

[09:52:16]

"Am I supposed to trust you on that?" You raise an eyebrow, and his only response is a slight head tilt and pushing the second slice a nudge closer to you.

It wasn't every day courteous men offered you a break in the form of your favorite desert. Your face screwed up in contemplation as you looked at the only other two patrons in the diner before giving in and grabbing a second set of flatware. "Well, it is slow-"

"For a Friday?" He has another bite before setting down his fork and dabbing at his face with his napkin.

"Is it Friday already?" You sigh, bent over the counter to take a bite of the pie. Delicious as ever. "Hardly feels like it, all the days are melding together."

"I think this one will stand out."

"What is the date, anyway?"

"May 4th." You make a hum of acknowledgement and he gives you a lopsided grin. "2012, incase you forgot the year too."

"I'll mark it in my calendar," You laugh, using your hand to cover your mouth as you continue to chew. "'The Day I Met-'"

"Mobius." He introduces himself, extending his hand over the counter and you shake it. His grip is firm, authoritative. Before you can reply with your own name, he refers to you by it while maintaining perfect eye contact.

You can't explain why, but it feels so right when he says it. Like it was perfectly made to be pronounced in his charming Texan drawl with just the faintest hint of gravel.

While you're fixed in a stunned silence his eyes deliberately dart to the lapel of your uniform. You follow his gaze and laugh at yourself for neglecting that you were indeed wearing a nametag.

"So Mobius... like, from maths?"

"Yeah, like math." He eyes his untouched water and picks up the plastic straw. His fingers move carefully, removing the straw from the perorated paper. You watch with curiosity as the man twists the paper once and pinches the two ends together with his thumb and index finger.

Mobius holds his opposite hand out to you, confident, waiting. With a bemused smile you allow him to guide your hand. His skin is warm, presumably from the way he had cradled his coffee mug, but it's comforting in a way. His rough hand guides you, your finger tracing the geometry of the paper-straw shape.

"A path that twists and turns... but always ends back at the same spot."

"I wasn't very good at math." You admit, and gesture around as if working in a place like this was a testament to that fact. "Why does it matter that it always ends where it began?"

"Well, that all depends on perspective. Maybe it doesn't matter. But to the one who observes it, it makes all the difference." You quirk an eyebrow, silently pressing him to elaborate. "Maybe that point's... where you got your first kiss, the feeling when your favorite football team scores a winning touchdown, a perfect sunset-"

Mobius catches himself trailing off, and looks down at his plate. He puts another bite onto his fork and cheers it to you.

"Or having pie in good company."

You look around the mostly empty diner before bracing your arms against the counter, leaning in as if you were to whisper some great secret.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a bit odd?"

[09:59:06]

"No-" His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "No, that's a new one. But you find it charming." He winked, actually winked, and leaned back in his stool, smirking into his coffee.

Your fork was halfway to your mouth as your just stared at him, frozen. You feel your mouth open and close a few times as you try to think of a somewhat dignified response.

"How would you know that?"

"I just know things." He shrugged.

"Like what?" You challenged.

"How about, Paul- over there." You crane your head to follow his line of eye, your coworker currently bussing a table that had just left. "Worked in this place five years, loves Coke- from the glass bottle, nothing else. Has a girl on the Upper East Side and runs a decent sized internet radio station out of his apartment."

"You're one of his listeners." You narrowed your eyes at him, a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"Oh, no. Hyperpop... not my style."

"Alright, BBC Sherlock-" You countered. You give a subtle head tilt to a woman sitting in a far off booth, papers spread out on the table around her pancake combo. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a regular. "How about her?"

"Mrs. Braverman. Youngest of eight siblings, English teacher at the charter school up the avenue. Actually prefers imitation maple syrup to the real thing."

You know very well Mobius could be talking out of his ass. But he's confident, nonchalantly so- like this was a game to him and he was obviously winning.

"What about me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Your anticipation is palpable as he swallows his final bite, taking the time to wipe his face of crumbs before smiling softly at you.

"You are... a poem of a person. Charming, capable, when you walk into a room people notice- even if you convince yourself that they don't." His gaze is steady, patient, and he's looking at you as if you're the only person in the universe. "You have big dreams, far beyond all... this... and you're gonna make it."

[10:04:59]

The sound of the door chime breaks you out of whatever hypnotic state you had found yourself in. Sucking in a breath and blinking away the very beginnings of tears in your eyes you tell the new customer to sit wherever they like.

Mobius took this chance to check his handheld, sighing at the time and the ever-growing slope of the branch variation.

The reset charge would be set soon, with or without him there.

"Look at that. Duty calls." He stands up and pulls a billfold from his jacket pocket, not even counting as he puts the cash down on the counter.

Mobius turns to leave, but hesitates. He turns back around to face you and places his hands on his hips. Allowing himself to play into the fleeting illusion just a tad longer.

"One more thing I know about you-" Mobius rubbed his chin in careful consideration. "You have a date tonight."

"Ah-" You wag your finger at him and shake your head side to side, "got one wrong."

"Did I? Ah- well... How about we change that?"

You pause. The plates you had been holding found their way back to the counter as you set them down slowly. Once again in a very short time span, he had left you speechless.

"That... was possibly the lamest pickup line I've ever heard." Though you mean it to be snarky, it sounds more like praise coming from your smiling lips. "I get off at 6:30."

"Alright." He looks perfectly pleased with himself as he lightly knocks on the counter with his fist. "It's a date."

Walking out the door, Mobius gave one last look at the diner before reporting to the event site.

He knew would see you again, always at 9:45.

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sunshinestrand · 2 years

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It’s raining, it’s pouring

Summary: It’s four in the morning and Carlos not being able to sleep, gets a surprising text that leads to a talk between him and TK.

I know, I know what you’re thinking: a comforting speculation fic? In this atmosphere? But I had to.

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Carlos struggles to keep his eyes open as he flips to the next page of his book. He wishes for nothing but the ability to sleep, his body severely exhausted but his mind unable to rest. It’s a common recurrence these days and if he were to pinpoint the exact reason, it would be the fact that every time he closes his eyes, he hears the high pitched sound of a heart monitor echoing in his ears. So, if not sleeping means getting to read the pile of books that have been on his nightstand for months, then he feels he can be at peace with it all. His eyes are in the process of closing once again when he is startled by the sound of his phone vibrating against the coffee table. He reaches for it, seeing a text from Paul flashing on the screen. Carlos can’t help but smile at the words, rolling his eyes.

Paul - 3:45am You better be asleep, Reyes.

Carlos balances the book in one hand before using his other hand to text Paul back: I will go right away, just let me finish this chapter.

Paul - 3:50 Oh, of course you’d use the book excuse against me because you know I won’t argue. Fair play.

Carlos snorts a laugh, before typing back: I know it was. Goodnight, have a good shift.

Paul doesn’t text back but Carlos figures it’s probably because he’s asleep himself. He opens his book back open and settles back against the couch, ready to dive back in. He only gets a paragraph more read when his phone vibrates once again. Carlos bookmarks the novel fully this time and sets it down on the table before grabbing his phone. He’s fully expecting to see a reply from Paul but no, nothing prepares him for what he does see flashing on the screen before him. A text, from TK.

TK - 4:00am Are you awake?

Carlos swallows hard as he stares at it, unable to move for a moment. Ever since TK had been admitted to the hospital over a week ago, Carlos had been fighting with his feelings. The truth was, he would never stop loving TK but he figured it was best to at least try and move on. But after seeing TK in such a dire situation and witnessing his heart stopping, moving on seemed to be almost impossible. Carlos wouldn’t say it though, he was too worried about TK healing to even bring the subject up.

And maybe TK was just bored. Carlos knows just how much he hates being in the hospital, watching the same shows over and over, repeatedly eating the same food. Not to mention that the rest of the 126 members are all on shift. It got to be a lot and he knows more than anyone that TK is probably losing his mind. So much that he can’t even get a decent night’s sleep.

Carlos lets out a deep breath before he skips out on sending a response through text and just simply presses the call button. He puts the phone to his ear, pulling his legs up to his chest as he begins to bite at his lip.

“Hello?” TK’s voice comes through and it’s an instant calm in the storm of Carlos’ loud thoughts. TK sounds tired in a way that he usually does when coming home from a long shift and can barely hold himself up for more than a few seconds. But he would never fail to stay awake so Carlos could tell him about his day. “Carlos, are you there?”

Carlos snaps from his thoughts, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Did I wake you?” TK asks.

“No, don’t worry.” Carlos assures him. “I was just reading. Is everything okay, TK? Do I need to come down there?”

Carlos can’t help but to feel the worry melting through him. The previous times that TK had been in the hospital, Carlos had always been with him and not knowing exactly what was going on was killing him.

“I’m okay.” TK says. “I just can’t sleep.”

Carlos can’t help but to feel relief at the simplicity of the issue. “Yeah, that makes two of us.” “I figured, you always read when you can’t sleep.”

Carlos smiles, despite the fact that TK can’t see him. It is a fact that TK knows Carlos like no one else would ever know him and they probably never will. The harsh reality is that TK was most likely the end for him and now that things have ended for them, he’s not sure he’ll ever let someone in again.

“Well, I know you go on runs when you can’t sleep but please tell me you aren’t doing that right now.” Carlos jokes and it pulls a laugh out of TK, a beautiful sound that Carlos is incredibly grateful he still gets to hear.

“Oh darn, you caught me.” TK says through his laugh. “No, my heart monitor would not allow me to do that and besides, I think Ruth would probably kill me.”

“As she should, you are in no shape to be running anywhere.”

“I would show both of you, I could do it.”

Carlos hums. “Sure, if that’s what you want to go with.”

It’s such a return to routine being able to joke around with TK like this. It’s like a part of him at this point and it has been attempting to claw its way out since they had parted ways all those months ago. And Carlos isn’t sure if it’s the late hour or just the fact that they are both exhausted, but he’s thankful for it either way.

Once their laughs calm, they sit in a comfortable silence and Carlos takes those minutes to listen to TK’s heart monitor beeping in the background. It was only a week ago that Carlos had witnessed that sound become silenced and it was one of the absolute worst moments of his life.

“Am I the reason that you can’t sleep?”

It takes Carlos a moment to process the words and he’s not sure what to say. Of course he can’t sleep because of TK. He can’t sleep without knowing that TK will eventually walk through the door, he can’t even look at the bed that they once shared without feeling a rush of sadness wash over him. But how is he supposed to tell TK that? He’s supposed to be strong about the situation.

“I can’t sleep because of you.” TK admits when Carlso doesn’t answer but he quickly begins again without a breath. “I mean, I can’t sleep without you. Especially here. I’ve always had you here next to me and now — I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” Carlos is quick to say. “Honestly? Yeah, I can’t sleep without you here. And knowing you are there and I can’t be with you, it’s killing me.”

“How did we end up like this?” TK asks, his voice low and void of the brightness of just a few minutes ago. “How did things get this messed up?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos says and it’s not a lie. There was so much of everything piled up that he’s never sure where it went wrong, how they lost the battle that they fought so to win. “I’ve been trying to answer that myself. I guess sometimes things fall apart and no matter how hard you try to pick up those pieces, you just can’t.”

“Will we ever be able to?”

Carlos feels the emotion deep within him, his chest aching and tears finding their way to his eyes. “I really hope so.”

“Yeah, I do too.” TK admits. “You know those crazy moments that happen in movies where the comatose person has those weird dreams? I’m pretty sure I had one of those.”

“Oh yeah? What about?” Carlos asks and he shifts so he’s laying down against the throw pillows.

“Well, my mom was there and she was trying to, like, guide me to wake up I guess? But I was doubting myself, I thought maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. She told me that was silly.”

“She’s right.” Carlos points out. Even when Gwyn isn’t physically present, she still knows exactly what she is talking about. That’s what Carlos admires so much about her.

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll never let me forget it.” TK jokes.

Carlos chuckles. “True enough. So, did anything else come up?”

“Just the 126, my dad, Buttercup… you.”

Carlos swallows hard and when he speaks, his voice is low. “What about me?”

TK hums. “Nothing too much, your cooking mostly.”

“My cooking? Really?”

“What? I would seriously miss it. In fact, being here has made me miss it even more.”

Carlos smiles, shaking his head. “Well, I would miss your bad chopping skills.”

If they were face to face, Carlos is sure that TK would be glaring at him. “It was not that bad.”

“TK, you have nearly taken your finger off and then nearly taken my finger off when I have tried to show you.” Carlos says, remembering it so clearly. “Speaking of the universe, I think it was trying to tell you something when you became a paramedic.”

“Hey — actually, you know what? I can’t even argue with that. I am sitting in a hospital bed.”

“Mhm, that you are.” Carlos says and he glances over to the clock that hangs on the wall above the tv and he sees that it’s now almost five. It’s pretty much useless for him to even try to sleep now.

“I would also miss our late night dances in the kitchen.” TK begins again. “Everything was so perfect then. Like we didn’t have any care in the world, almost like —” “Nothing could hurt us.” Carlos finishes, feeling a pang of sadness deep within him. They really were oblivious to the world in those moments and Carlos desperately wishes they could go back there, that they didn’t have to deal with this.

“Yeah.” TK whispers, his voice a bit breathless before, “I would miss you most of all though.”

“I would miss you too.” Carlos says. “More than anything. I’m glad you decided to stay.”

“Me too.” TK says and his voice seems to be getting further and further away.

“TK? You should really try to get some sleep, do you think you’ll be able to?”

“Will you?” TK asks instead of answering. “I wasn’t the only one having trouble.”

“I think we should both try and get some sleep.” Carlos settles on and as if on instinct, his eyes close with just the mere thought of getting to rest.

“Carlos?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to come home.”

There’s silence for mere seconds as Carlos’ eyes snap back open and he’s left staring at the ceiling for a moment. “Really?”

“Yeah, I think that we can get through this. I believe in us, in our love. I don’t ever want to lose you, it’s the last thing that I want to do. I really want to be able to fix this.”

Carlos is unable to stop the tears this time and he blinks, allowing them to fall. “I want you home so bad.”

“I’ll be there.” TK promises, his voice firm and final. “As soon as I’m released, I’ll be right there with you, Carlos. We will get through this.”

It’s everything to hear and Carlos can’t help but to smile. “Yeah, we will.”

“Now please, go to sleep.” TK says.

“Okay, okay. I can come see you tomorrow if you want. We can talk more then.”

“I’d like that.” TK says, before Carlos hears him yawn.

“Okay, then I’m there. I will be sure to bring you some food so you can skip out on the hospital food tomorrow.” Carlos says and he hears TK give him a soft chuckle. “Goodnight, TK.”

“Goodnight, Carlos, I love you.”

There’s an ever familiar feeling that floods through Carlos at the words. After not hearing them for months, afraid that he may never get to hear them again, it’s like music to his ears. He’s not sure at the moment if TK is even sure that he said it, too tired to even really think about it. But Carlos knows on the other hand that TK really does and that he’s letting Carlos know that no matter what, he does. It feels like the first bit of the broken pieces being put back together.

“I love you too, Ty. I always will.”

Carlos doesn’t end up sleeping and when he arrives at the hospital early the next morning, he finds those familiar green eyes, so full of love and strength, fall onto him. That’s when he knows for sure that everything will be okay.

Because their love will carry them through.

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