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coraniaid · 2 years

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Directors commentary on the chapter titles in Coexist. I always enjoyed them.

Thanks!

Some of the chapter titles were actually part of the very first plans I wrote down for this fic. I still have an old file on the notes app of my phone, dating back to the autumn of 2020, which summarizes the basic premise of the AU and then gives a list of possible titles for each chapter, mostly playing around with the titles of the corresponding episodes.

They didn't all stick (and some of them were pretty bad), but going back to look at it now I'm surprised how many I kept. The downside of that is that I'm not always completely sure where I was originally going with them.

Anyway, full post gets a bit long (and also mildly spoiler-ish, I guess, for anyone who cares about that) so:

Unbecoming was always going to be the name of the prologue. I'm not completely sure why, thinking about it, because the episode Becoming is not the point where the AU diverges, but I assume it made sense to me at the time.

Equally Lily was always going to be named after the character who, this time around, doesn't end up changing her name to Anne.

And the chapter when Buffy meets her new Watcher was always going to be Dead Men's Shoes (as in the method of promotion).

One thing I sort of wish I'd hit harder when I wrote the scene where Buffy accuses Diana of trying to "step into what's left of Giles' life" (or, you know, into his shoes) was how this scene parallels the big confrontation in the library in Prophecy Girl. Buffy could almost be saying something here like "I remember the drill. One [watcher] dies, next one's called. Will [they] train me, or will they [bring] somebody else?". But if I went back and tried to rewrite older chapters I'd literally never finish.

(And if I keep waffling I'll never finish this list.)

Hope Is Important is sort of a joke, because Scott Hope is even less important in this AU than he is in canon, but it's also not because the idea of hope is important (I mean, in general, but also in this story). This is the first chapter not to use the original title. I think I changed it because I ended up rewriting most of my first draft of this chapter, and the old name had sort of stuck in my head as the name of the bad version.

Some Kind Of Monster is a play on the title of Beauty and the Beasts, of course, but it was also meant to reference the fact that this was (at the time) by far the longest chapter I'd written: almost ten thousand words! I wanted to remind myself not to do something like that again, which ... uh. Didn't work. (Originally it was called Someone New, I guess because in canon that's who Buffy tells Platt she's dating now. I still kind of like that, actually.)

Like Going Home was originally called No Place Like Home, and I assume I changed it when I remembered that there's an actual canon episode called that. I think the new title comes from the Yo La Tengo song "I Feel Like Going Home", though that might not have been a conscious decision.

Regression was always called Regression. Because the adults ... you know. What's slightly weird to me is that this feels like a chapter which I changed the title of at the last minute, but apparently not.

No Trouble At All is a direct quote from Lover's Walk (Spike promises Buffy that he'll "be out of your life in a few short hours. No trouble at all."), though this chapter was originally going to be named after a different (and more Fuffy-relevant) Spike quote from the same episode: Never Friends. I think I changed it because there's another chapter which had the word 'friends' in it and I didn't want to repeat it.

Acts and Revelations are both books of the New Testament, but also this is a chapter in which Faith is ... well, acting. And then acts.

The Price was always going to be the episode where Anya arrived (which I know because it was originally to be called Vengeance). Think I changed it to be a bit closer in form to The Wish, and also because that's just a better summary of what the chapter ended up being about.

I know that Damages was always going to be called that, but I can't remember exactly why. I think it's meant to be a sort of double pun (to change something might be to amend it or to damage it, and to pay damages is a way to make amends). Maybe it made more sense in 2020.

As Fast As You Can, on the other hand, I remember was a last minute change: in fact I think it was something I only came up with an hour or two before posting the finished chapter. (It's from the fairy tale about the gingerbread man, and I don't think there's any deeper meaning to it.) Well, the original title I'd planned wasn't any better.

Catalysts and Reactions I like, even if they've got nothing to do with the title of the episode they're both based on. Splitting Helpless into two chapters wasn't part of the original plan, so when I did it I wanted to give the resulting chapters a matching pair of titles. Once I realized I could push both the “Buffy is preparing for a chemistry test” : “Buffy is going to be tested by the Council” and the “Buffy is thinking about chemistry” : “Buffy is thinking about Faith” metaphors, I decided on chemistry as the subject matter of those parallel titles pretty quickly.

Come Clean is what Buffy tries to do in this chapter (first in regards with her feelings for Faith, then to the cops after Allan Finch's death), but it's also the name of the album on which Curve's Chinese Burn appears, as of course heard in Bad Girls (and then heard many times more on the Season 3 DVD menus).

Trust Issues was originally called Truth (as in the gameshow/town Truth or Consequences). This is another case where I wrote quite a lot of the chapter, decided it wasn't working, and threw the original title out along with everything else I'd written.

Keep Your Friends Close ... and your Enemies closer, although I suppose this doesn't have much to do with the plot of that episode. This was another original chapter title from autumn 2020, and I'm not sure exactly what the original plan for it was. Of course, Enemies is an episode that’s hard to directly repurpose in an AU without Angel.

It doesn't feel like I have to point out that, like The Zeppo, But Don’t Let That Fool You… is a Marx brothers reference (although I guess I just did). This is another chapter title that appears in my original notes, though in those notes that episode still appeared in the proper episode order.

Undertow - as I said in another answer, this is ultimately a convoluted reference to 'Full of Grace'. But it's also because this chapter is my take on Restless-but-with-Faith, and I couldn't quite bring myself to call it something like Faithless. Another chapter that changed title (and premise) a few times during the planning stages.

Finally (for now), Louder and Louder was another case where I picked the final chapter very shortly before posting something. Obviously it (sort of?) works as a reference to the increasingly loud impressions Faith is telepathically picking up as she takes Buffy's place in Earshot. But I think it's mostly a reference to the fact that I was listening to Florence + the Machine's Drumming Song at around the time I decided I had to settle on a title.

Actually went through quite a lot of different names for this one. I mean, it's a chapter in which Faith has to deal with (supernaturally generated) intrusive thoughts: there should be something there. But I couldn't figure it out. I think this is probably the only chapter I reserve the right to rename at some point.

Thanks for the ask!

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sturkillerbase · 2 years

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Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @scorpio-marionette and @misspearly1

Which one of your fics would you enjoy the most if you were able to read it for the first time?

I actually went back to reread my fics before answering these. I've written several imagines, that's how I started, and only later started writing actual fics. I would really like to have the chance to read Ancient Tales for the first time. I invested so much in it, I researched a lot, I added a bit that was inspired by my grandfather, even though I didn't get to meet him. I was so happy about it! But the first chapter only got 26 notes. And the second only 12, all likes... It was my second year in uni, and I had loads of work to do. So that combined with no feedback made me leave it behind. There are things I would've done better if I were to write it today, but it's still a good work. Sad thing I don't remember entirely the whole story to continue it...

Which fic are you most proud of? Why?

I am very proud of It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves. I'm finally good enough in English to have very little misspellings. I'm more mature, so my writing is infinitely better than when I started; I started writing it with the whole story already in my head, so as it goes I only fix something here and there and then add or take away something. I've been on a down side for the past few weeks that blocks me enough to be unable to write, thus delaying the whole thing from being finished. But I finally feel better and I'll be able to catch up soon!

Is their a work you would like to do over again? For any reason, to perfect it, to relive writing it, ect.

As I mentioned before, it was fun to write Ancient Tales. I'd like to do it again both so I could remember what was the ending I had planned for it and to make it better, give it a better flow. My oldest fics are Memories and Broken. They're poorly written - I was just a dumb teenager - my english wasn't so fluent and I didn't even had someone to ask to be my beta. I think they were great ideas, just badly developed. Both were also abandoned after getting absolutely no feedback :/

How do you feel about comments/reblogs/likes?

I absolutely love them, specially reblogs and comments. I wish I got more. I wouldn't have so many unfinished works if I had at least a few people back then to support me. Thankfully, things are better in this new fanfic era of mine, and although I'm no super famous blog, the readers who stick with me are so kind and supportive! Entering the Pedro Pascal fandom has been one of the greatest experiences I've ever had!

Is there a fic that you were shocked to find other people liked? Why?

Years later abandoning Ancient Tales, I got a comment on Ao3 wondering where were the missing chapters and complimenting me for my research on history. I was so shocked!

Is there a fic you wish more people had liked?

ANCIENT TALES!!!

Also Promises Under the Moon got little to no attention. I had bigger hopes for it :( Apparently people are only interested in Dieter Bravo fics if it involves smut.

Is there an idea that you were excited about but just didn't pan out?

Ok, mix of story time and idea explanation here: I once had the chance to dance with my school crush. He was THE crush. I remember that day so dearly. It was so unexpected and sweet and I was shaking all over once the song ended and I went back home smiling to myself like an idiot. It inspired me to write the same scenario for Bucky, except the fic would have a happier ending where the reader would actually start dating him, unlike real life me. I never forgot it though, but I don't know if I'll ever write it.

How do you feel when you post a new fic?

A bit anxious. I always post it before going to sleep so I won't be checking my notifs every 2 minutes. But I'm always hopeful that it'll have better feedback than the last one. It rarely has though...

Thank you for tagging me again! I love answering questions and these were really interesting!

NP tags: @sakkajagga @thegreenkid @supernaturalgirl20 @mandoblowmybackout @ezrasbirdie and anyone else who'd like to join! (also sorry if you've already been tagged, but do tag me to see the answers, I'm loving to read these!)

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years

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New chapter of the Marcus fic up...yeah this is pure smut. Barely any plot. Yet somehow still 6k words. Got to give your first time together the deference it deserves. 18+ obviously.

"Hey! Come back to me!" Catherine's voice intruded upon your daydreaming for the second time that morning. You were working alongside each other, making preparations to open the shop. You gave your head a little shake. Couldn't afford to be this distracted when customers were here.

"Sorry, sorry," you muttered. She smiled, widely.

"I assume this is to do with a certain FBI agent?"

"Who else?" you sighed. "He stayed over again last night."

"Oh yeah?" Her smirk was knowing and her voice low and suggestive.

"Mmmhmm. We made a deal where I could do what I wanted with him last night and he could do the same with me today."

"I can see why that would be distracting," she drawled, amused. "Well, why don't you take a half day or something? I'm sure we can cope with the two of us." You had been considering that very thing. Being co-owner meant you didn't get much time off, but the thought of coming back to your flat and spending the rest of the afternoon with Marcus was too tempting. Your alarm had woken you both up this morning and your heart had given a little lurch at his tousled hair and sleepy face. He had wanted to leave your flat with you, but you had insisted that he go back to sleep and wake up at a more reasonable hour. He had agreed on the condition that you kissed him, morning breath be damned. You had given in, and immediately wished you had waited until you were dressed. His body was so warm and broad and inviting and naked, you hadn't been able to resist running your hand down his back and pulling him toward you. He was half hard already, but feeling you against him had finished the job and his own hand had stroked over the curves of your waist and hip as he held you close, his cock between your bodies. His lips had pressed more urgently against yours as he ran his hand down your thigh, and hooked your leg over his hip. When you felt the underside of his cock brush against your entrance you had broken the kiss and gazed at him through the gloom of your bedroom. He was breathing heavily and looking at you with pure lust, making you a little wetter and making your thigh squeeze him a little tighter.

"We can't," you groaned. "I can't. I have to go." He nodded at you, his lustful gaze not diminishing in the slightest.

"I know," he said, making no move to disentangle himself from you.

"You're making this very difficult for me."

"I know," he repeated, smiling cheekily at you before kissing you deeply again.

"I'll get...you back... for this," you muttered between kisses. With great difficulty you extricated yourself from his embrace and the warmth of your bed. "Go back to sleep," you said as you bent over him and kissed him again. "Or...you know. You can take care of yourself. But only when I'm gone, I don't think my willpower is quite that strong." He had merely grinned at you and settled back against the pillows. When you had come to say goodbye to him he had nearly been asleep again.

"I'll call you when I wake up," he had mumbled at you as he had kissed your fingers.

"Jesus, are you gone again?!" Catherine's voice sheared through your recollections and this time there was a note of concern in her tone.

"I'm here," you promised.

"I don't think you should be in front of customers at all today to be honest," Catherine said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were getting sick." She sighed and turned to you. "I'm actually a little worried. You said yourself that you can't afford to get attached to this guy. I think its already gone beyond that and I'm worried you're setting yourself up to be hurt."

"Yeah...I...I'm trying not to think about that too closely."

"How you feel, or the fact he's leaving?"

"Both. When I'm away from him I can be all rational and tell myself that its stupid to have feelings for someone this quickly, let alone someone who I know won't be around in a few months. But Cat, as soon as I'm with him its like literally everything else fades into the background. I know this might sound stupid but I was hoping that once we slept together it might, I dunno, demystify it a bit. Or at least lessen the tension? That...hasn't worked out so well so far and we haven't even done everything yet." You couldn't stop the mellow smile that curved your lips. "He's just so kind and sweet and it kind of...radiates from him. I just want to be close to him." You realised you were in danger of daydreaming again and looked up to see Catherine smiling and shaking her head at you.

"God, I thought it was bad with Charlie. But at least with her you got to this point after a few months. You've only been with him for two days."

"I know, I know. Its ridiculous. And this is really the first time I've thought about my feelings toward him, so god knows what else is lurking in there."

"As one of your longest serving friends, I can tell you right now. You lo-" You covered your ears with your hands in a childish attempt to avoid the truth.

"Don't say it! Saying it makes it real! He can't feel the same and he's leaving soon anyway, so lets just pretend I'm not an idiot and I'm not going to break my own heart in a few months, okay?" Catherine nodded at you and you removed your hands. As you turned back to your tasks you added softly, "I think he's worth it anyway." Catherine was spared responding to that by the arrival of James, your employee. He greeted you both and went to the coffee machine to prepare himself one.

"Why don't you go now," Catherine offered. "You should spend all the time with him that you can." Her voice was kind and continued to be kind as she smiled at you and added, "And you are worse than useless today. So go, be with your boy."

"Your boy eh?" said James. "Suit guy with the dimple? He's cute!"

"He is," you said, "And I'm blaming him for leaving you guys to cope today. Sorry, but also not sorry. See you Monday!"

Marcus called as you were approaching the main door of your block of flats. He sounded a little more awake than when you had left him but not much. "Morning," he yawned. "How's work going?"

"Oh you know, the usual," you replied, trying not to step on the creaky bits of the stairs leading up to your flat. "How are you?"

"Oh you know, missing you," he said. "This bed seems too empty without you."

"You always say the sweetest things," you cooed, whilst trying to quietly put the key in the lock. "So what's your plan today?"

"Hmmm, probably a coffee. Then I thought I'd swing by and see you. Go home and get some clothes that aren't a suit. Do some laundry. Swing by again and pick you up after work? All thrilling stuff. Except the seeing you part, I'm genuinely excited about that." While he was speaking, you had closed the door silently behind you and slipped off your shoes.

"I'm excited for that too," you said as you opened the door to your bedroom. The duvet was halfway down his body, only covering him from his belly button down. His hair was a little tousled against the pillow and he had been shading his eyes from the light coming through around the curtains with one muscular arm. As he heard the door open he jumped a little and took his arm from his face, but when he saw you his surprise turned to pure happiness in his eyes and in the grin he gave you.

"Hi," he said as he hung up.

"Hi," you echoed as you sat on the bed and stroked his chest. "I took a half day. Well...its more like two thirds of a day but whatever. I wanted to spend more time with you." He caught your hand and kissed your palm.

"Good call," he hummed approvingly.

Moving forward, you kissed him on the nose and murmured, "And now you don't have to go home and get clothes because you won't need any today."

"Is that so?" he chuckled and suddenly he grabbed you around the waist and flipped you on to the bed next to him, making you squeal in surprise. His hands slid up your body until they were holding your wrists either side of your head. Without meaning to, you raised your hips a little to be closer to him, enjoying the feel of his control over you. "I thought I was making the rules today. Tell me again, what was it you said to me last night?"

"I'm all yours, Marcus," you repeated and without really meaning to, you looked into the soft mocha of his eyes as you did. The arousal you saw within them was suddenly mixed with a flash of surprise and your stomach gave a little clench of anxiety at your stupidity. He smiled down at you as if nothing had changed, as if you hadn't just basically blurted out your deepest feelings to him.

"I...am still very aware that I have morning breath," he announced. "I'm going to sort myself out." And with that he took his hands from your wrists and removed himself from the duvet. He didn't bother to cover himself and you very much enjoyed the sight of him departing naked from the room, despite yourself. Sighing angrily at your slip, you covered your face with your hands. "Oh by the way," came Marcus's voice from the doorway. "I want you naked by the time I come back." You took your hands from your face in time to see him smile broadly at you before he disappeared again. Setting to work removing your clothes, you tried to stop thinking about what you had said. Clearly, he had noticed that you meant every word and he wasn't running for the hills, so that was a good start. You knew he was a kind man, it was one of the things you lov-you found most attractive about him. He would probably be kind enough not to say anything about what had happened. You removed your last stitch of clothing and got into bed, enjoying the warmth of his lingering body heat surrounding you and propping yourself up on your elbow as you waited for him. As he came back in, your eye couldn't help but be drawn to his cock. He was pretty imposing even when he was soft and your eyes raked up his body approvingly. He stood at the side of the bed, letting you ogle him and when your eyes finally reached his face he was smiling a little smugly again.

"See anything you like?" he enquired. Getting to your knees and moving to the edge of the bed, you wrapped your arms around his lower back and pressed the side of your face against his torso as you hugged him. From this position, his cock was touching your breasts and you felt him start to harden a little as he felt them.

"I see everything I like," you confessed. "I can't believe anyone would ever have a problem with this." You kissed over his stomach as you spoke. You had already decided it was one of your favourite things about him. it was firm but not quite flat, the bottom of it being slightly rounded. You nuzzled against the hair under his belly button and was about to begin kissing a path downward when he caught your chin and raised your head to look at him.

"Not yet. I want to take my time with you today, make you feel as good as I can."

Smiling up at him, you replied "I know. Our deal. I just wanted to let you know that you are perfect as you are to me. I...think that's important for you to know." He beamed back at you and stroked your hair away from your face.

"Thank you," he smiled and his voice was soft with gratitude and happiness. "Now lie back for me."

He began by sitting on the edge of the bed, just trailing one finger along your jaw, down your chest to ghost over a nipple and then down your stomach where he traced circular patterns. You felt a little self conscious of your body at first. When he had first seen you naked, it had been in the dim gloom of your living room. You had been lit only by the orange glow of the streetlight spilling in. Now, even though the curtains were closed against the strength of the daylight, the room was still pretty well lit and you were very aware that he could see all of you properly. Stretch marks on your breasts and belly and thighs. A few bumps and pimples and bruises from your clumsiness. Some stray dark hairs that you had missed when you had shaved. Your breasts heavy, and with a propensity to sink toward your armpits when you were on your back. All of the perceived faults of your human body that you had constructed in your mind throughout your life, they were all bared to him now. But as the one finger tracing your skin became a hand stroking and kneading your flesh, and as he kissed over your breasts and belly and you could see the evidence of his arousal between his legs, you let go of your troublesome thoughts and sank into the warmth and bliss of his hands and mouth roving across you. He got on the bed properly and straddled your thighs, the better to explore. His hands took yours, palm to palm and with fingers interlocking, and he moved them next to your head as his mouth pressed warmly against your lips, his tongue massaging you and his cock pressed between your bodies, hot and leaking a little on your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into your ear as his teeth grazed over your lobe. "I'm never going to get tired of telling you. You should hear it everyday." A shiver passed through you at the feeling of his breath, the heat of his body, and how his words made your heart soar within your chest. He nibbled a soft trail down the line of your jaw, kissing down your neck, his tongue coming out occasionally to flick over the delicate skin there and making you sigh and your skin tingle. When he reached your chest he settled his chin gently on the swell of your breast and looked up at you, his eyes full of humour and mischief. "So, I thought maybe tonight you could stay at mine and tomorrow I could make you pancakes for breakfast before our exhibition?"

"Pancakes sound goo-ohhh." Your reply was cut short by the heat of Marcus's mouth enveloping your nipple and his tongue playing over it. Little zaps of electric pleasure travelled from your breasts to your core, and you unconsciously shifted your thighs closer together, feeling yourself become slicker between your legs. He took his mouth from you and brought one of his hands down to play with your now-glistening nipple instead.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked with a playful smirk. "Do you want pancakes or not?"

"I want-" was all you managed to get out before his tongue was laving across your other breast. Your body arched up into him and your free hand came down to hold his head against you. He hummed against your skin and his tongue made tiny firm circles over your nipple, making you moan aloud, your head pushed back into the pillow. "God, Marcus that's so good. Fuck." You felt his smile against your breast as he replied.

"I'll keep going if you tell me what you want tomorrow." You barely knew what day it was anymore, let alone what you wanted to do tomorrow. The only thought was that you never wanted Marcus's mouth to stop touching you. He pulled off of you and settled his chin on your breast again, waiting for your response with a cheeky smile on his face.

"This is because of the pizza thing isn't it?" you managed to pant out.

"Maybe," he dimpled at you. His voice suddenly grew deeper with arousal as he added, "Or maybe I just like to have you at my mercy." He grazed his teeth over your nipple, eliciting a little whimper from you. "Maybe I like to see you come apart because of me." Domination, however slight, was not something you had considered Marcus to be into but the thought of him taking charge was enough to bring a wave of arousal in your belly and you bit your lip as you looked in his eyes. "You want that?" he muttered softly, in between kissing your nipples. "Want me to make you feel good? Take care of you?"

"F-fuck. Yes," you replied, your breath hitching with the sensations he was spreading through your body. He kissed a path back up to your ear and whispered to you again, in a voice filled with mirth this time.

"Then tell me if you want the damn pancakes!" You couldn't help but laugh and you turned your face toward him, kissing him fiercely.

Marcus Pike was a man of his word. He made you come apart again and again with his fingers and his tongue and his teeth and his soft-spoken words, seeming not to care how swollen and neglected his cock was in the meantime. When he wasn't between your legs and you could reach, he would allow you to stroke him a little, run your thumb gently over his tip and suck the wetness there from yourself, but every time you reached for him in earnest he would gently move your hands to another part of his body and resume his ministrations of you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. He seemed to never get tired of his lips on your skin and every time you came he would try to coax another and another from you so that time seemed to stop and your head was dizzied and full of sensation and your desire for him. Eventually, you were throbbing and spent and both your sheets and you were a wet mess. Your throat was sore from the cries he had wrung from you, you were quivering all over, your limbs heavy and exhausted. Only then did he hum with satisfaction and kiss you deeply on the lips, the taste of you all over him. Barely able to speak, you lay your head on his chest and he put his arms around you to hold you close to him.

"Is that....do you...?" you managed to breathe against him. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his.

"What's that, sweetheart?" he asked, amused at your blissed out look of utter exhaustion and your inability to form words because of it.

"Is that how you treat all the ladies?" you asked with an effort and he chuckled, and winked at you.

"Only the ones I really like," he said earnestly as he kissed your forehead and you wondered for the thousandth time how anyone let this man slip away from them. You slid your hand down to where his cock lay still stiff and throbbing against his stomach, and this time he didn't stop you. Holding him at the top you smeared his precum over his tip with your thumb, before starting to stoke him softly but firmly, revelling in how his eyes closed and he sighed with pleasure.

"W-where do you want to come?" you whispered breathlessly to him. His eyes snapped open at you as if he hadn't expected quite such a directly lewd question.

"Uhhh….I.....f-fuck.....I...." As his eyes closed again and his vague words stuttered to a halt, you finally understood why he had taken such delight in making you try to concentrate on pancakes earlier. After how glorious he had made you feel, you were less inclined to tease him quite so much. Sitting up, you straddled him, the wetness that coated your inner thighs and pubic hair and that still leaked from you rubbing against his shaft. Your still-sensitive clit brushed over his tip, making you shiver and your legs tremble a little. Leaning down, you brushed your nose over his and stroked your hands through his hair.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" you whispered before you teased your lips over his, your tongue gently brushing over his lower lip like a promise of things to come. He nodded, seeming not to trust himself to speak as you shuffled down his body, planting kisses and small bites the whole way down. You bit a little more insistently just above his hip, not enough to bruise, but enough to leave a little pink mark when you sucked it gently and his hands came up to tangle in your hair as you did so.

"Again," he whispered. "A little harder." Smiling against his skin, you did as he instructed, also taking his cock in your hand and beginning to stroke him firmly as you did. His hips arched off the bed toward you and he gave a little hiss. "Fuck. Yes, that's good. You're so good." Biting gently down to his groin, you took the tip of him in your mouth and gently sucked him clean of his precum before moving your mouth more forcefully up and down his shaft. He was already close, having neglected his own pleasure in favour of yours for so long, and you could feel him grow stiffer even as you moved over him. "F-fuck, ungh, you feel so good. I...I'm not going to last..." You pulled off him and looked him in the eye with a cheeky smile.

"Then don't," you whispered simply to him before moving your lips down his length again, pumping him as you did. You made sure you were looking at him when he flooded your mouth, his chest and neck and cheeks flushing a little and his brow furrowed as he stopped the full force of his exclamations by biting his lip. You cleaned him thoroughly with your mouth before coming to lie next to him, one hand tracing soft circles on his chest, the other supporting your head. He turned over to face you, his own hand supporting his head and a half smile on his lips, his other hand straying to your breast to tease over your nipple, making you jitter away a little at the over-sensitive sensation.

"You're going to have to give me some time to recover," you smiled at him. "We literally have all day together, so you're gonna have to go easy on me at some point." He rumbled a laugh and stroked your hair away from your face.

"I'm not sure I can. You look so pretty when you come. I just want to keep making you as much as I can. But for now...truce? Breakfast?"

Being a baker, you had the ingredients for pancakes yourself and Marcus insisted on making you both a stack with fresh berries and coffee. "A proper American breakfast," as he termed it. It was an odd, but very pleasant feeling to have someone take care of you like this and it was bolstered by the fact that he still didn't have anything other than his boxers to wear on his bottom half, so you could sneak a few groping pats in as he went past where you were sitting at the table. His pancakes were amazing - fluffy and thick but he wasn't completely satisfied.

"I'll make them again tomorrow and we'll have them with syrup and then they will be perfect," he proclaimed. You countered by informing him that with pancakes that good he could probably take your place at the bakery and you wondered aloud if it was too late in life for you to join the FBI, earning you a smile and a kiss on your hand. You insisted on washing up, since he had cooked and he insisted that you sit down and drink your coffee and relax, since you had already been at work that morning, albeit briefly. You ended up both trying to wrestle each other out of the way of the sink, a battle which you initially won when you took the bubbles from the sink and gave him half a foam beard. "Ohhh you wanna play rough?" he teased, soapy water streaming down his neck to seep into his white t shirt. He caged you in front of the sink from behind, one hand holding you around the waist and splashing you with the running water with the other, making you squeal and squirm against him. "Do you give up?"

"Never!" you proclaimed, turning the water off and turning to face him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your now soaked t shirt against his chest. "I'm just going to punish you with your own treatment."

"Honey, I hate to tell you this, but hugging me while wearing a wet and see through t shirt when you don't have a bra on is not a punishment. I mean...oh no, however will I cope with this torment?" He cupped your breasts and stroked his thumbs across your now erect nipples. Feeling his cock beginning to stir against you again, you giggled and kissed him.

"Okay...so there's something I want to ask before we go any further. Its kind of important." He drew back a little from you, his face now serious, but kind.

"Go on," he said.

"Ummm, when was the last time you were tested? Because when we do this, I want to feel all of you, if I can. There's no chance of me getting pregnant and I was tested about six months ago and there's been no one since so...its all up to you."

"Well obviously you know the last person I was with, and we always used condoms. And I got tested a few days ago because after everything that happened I was kind of anxious that she might have lied to me about other stuff or about being with someone else, y'know? Anyway, everything's fine so...if you're happy, I'm happy."

"Are you sure you're ok with it? I mean if you used condoms with Emma..." He kissed you before you could complete the sentence, as if he wanted to replace her name in your mouth with himself and then he looked into your eyes, his honesty and constancy plain for you to see.

"I trust you," he emphasised. "And I want to feel all of you too." He stroked your face and smiled warmly at you and your heart gave a little shuddery flip in your chest at just how much you wanted him. You kissed him fiercely then, and he responded in kind in between stripping your sodden clothes from each other and dropping a trail of them on the kitchen floor toward the bedroom.

Breaking to breathe, you took his face in your hand. "Tell me if this is too fast, Marcus," you whispered to him and he shook his head as his big brown eyes looked into yours with anticipation and desire.

"I want you," he whispered back as he kissed you fervently and a little roughly, his teeth scraping over your lower lip. In reply you pushed him gently down on to the bed and straddled his thighs, his cock brushing against the hair of your mound and poking you in the stomach. You breath was hitching in your chest as your eyes met his, your mind moving at a hundred miles a minute. This was just sex, that's all it was. Just going to be really fucking good fucking. No feelings allowed, no feelings for him and his beautiful smile and his beautiful eyes and his beautiful soul. You kissed him again, far more tenderly than you had intended and he brought his hands to your face, running one of his big thumbs over your cheeks and holding the kiss against him. Maybe he did want this as much as you did. His eyes were doe soft as they looked upon your face and he seemed to be conflicted about whether he wanted to look at you or kiss you. He compromised by lowering his face to your chest and taking your nipple in his mouth whilst looking up at you as your head tipped back in pleasure. One of his hands moved between your thighs and began to stroke the wetness from you over your clit, making a pleasant heat spread throughout. Taking his face in your hand again, you used the other to position his cock. His eyes were almost black with intensity and desire and he slid his hand around your thigh, leaving a trail of you in its wake. You couldn't help it, you had to see. And so you continued to look into his eyes as you sank achingly slowly down over his length. Desire, tinged with a little surprise and a softness that made your heart ache. You didn't dare imagine what he could see in you. So much for just a fuck. As you came to rest on him, a moan simultaneously escaped both of your lips and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So fucking good around me," he muttered breathlessly against your skin. "Are you ok? I'm not hurting you?" The feeling of him inside of you was intense, the stretch of him delicious but also a little sore, but you didn't care. He filled you perfectly and wonderfully. You turned your face to him, breathing in the woody scent of his hair.

"You're not hurting me. You feel amazing." His hands came to your waist, softly kneading at your flesh as you began to roll your hips against him, your clit brushing over his pubic hair each time. He made no move to move with you, letting you acclimatise to him and find your rhythm. You were holding him so tightly and were so full that it took a while for you to loosen a little and feel him begin to slide inside you, but when he did it was glorious. Your hands came around the back of his neck and raked through his hair and he bit a path up your jaw to your lips, making you tense a little around him and causing him to moan into your mouth. You wanted to keep looking into his eyes as you rode him, to see how his pleasure played out there, to know that it was you giving him what he needed. He began to thrust up into you gently in rhythm with what you were doing and you saw fireworks behind your eyes as the blunt head of his cock struck more insistently within you and the familiar heat began to stir through your veins. Opening your eyes to him, you saw his face was tilted up toward you, watching you start to come apart. He filled your eyes and your brain and your body. It was as if he had taken up residence in your heart and having him inside of you was like him coming home. He stroked his thumbs over your nipples and kissed you softly but insistently his tongue exploring yours and his lips sending tingles through you. It was enough to tip you over something you hadn't even realised you'd crested and you cried softly against his lips as the sweet liquid heat spread through you dizzyingly slowly, building to a more powerful crescendo as it moved.

His nose nuzzled against yours and he whispered against your lips. "Open your eyes, baby." You did, and saw the rich chocolate of his staring up at you with naked love and desire, watching you as your body rode its pleasure out and his name fell from your lips like a prayer. Gently, so gently, he held you around your waist and behind and stood, his cock still buried deep within. The jostle of his movements caused him to press more insistently against your already stimulated spot and you gave a small whimper as another jolt of pleasure moved through you. He lay you down beneath him and hooked your legs over his hips. His eyes gazed into yours again and he stroked your hair away from your face before rocking himself into you, gently but firmly. You ran your fingernails lightly down his back and were rewarded with a throb of his cock within you. His breath was coming faster and he was sliding in and out of you more easily with the slickness of your orgasm around him. He was starting to lose his control, his thrusts becoming more insistent and his muscles tense and vibrating beneath your fingers. You wanted that, wanted him to open himself up to you fully, to show you how good your warmth made him feel.

"Don-don't be shy," you smiled up at him, your voice jumping a little from his thrusting and around your own panting breaths. "I wa-want to hear you this time." He brought his face to yours, kissing you sloppily on the lips and then brushing his cheek against yours so you could hear the force of his breath and his tiny soft moans within your ear. You ran one of your hands down his shoulder and bicep and he caught it in his own, interlacing your fingers and pressing it down beside your head.

"Touch yourself," he breathed against you. "I want us...together." Snaking your hand down to your clit you obeyed him, the familiar circles that you rubbed on to yourself mingling with the sensation of his cock striking against you inside and causing your hips to move upwards to meet him, trying to get more of him within you, all of him within you. He moved even faster, more forcefully and his cock was thickening, filling you more completely than you had ever felt before.

"Marcus," you cried. "Marcus, I-." The dam broke and you felt yourself pulsate around him. Sweat beading on his forehead, he leant up over you and drove into you once more as deeply has he could, then stilled, and you felt the rush of his release inside. He moaned loudly, causing another spike of pleasure to flood your core and send sparks through your veins. Without quite realising you'd done it, you cradled his face in your hand the better to steady him and look into his eyes - the haze of his lust replaced by the clarity and glow of satiation and a touch of amazement. As his breathing became less harsh he smiled down at you, and kissed you deeply before nuzzling against your neck once more. Your hand stroked over the muscles in his back, wanting to commit everything to memory - the feel of his muscles beneath your fingers, his hot breath on your cheek, the musky, woody smell of him, his cock softening within you and the ticklish sensation of your mingled release starting to seep out of you. And the look he had given you when he had told you to look at him - you knew you hadn't imagined it. Holding him close, you kissed his forehead and drifted into a contented doze.

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limenysnocket · 3 years

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Attention and Company

I couldn't help myself. @honorarytenenbaum

Summary: Sometimes you need someone to chill with, and that's okay. Maybe that person is your boyfriend who also gets a little roughed up at work sometimes. Pubs can sustain you both for only so long, but what you really need is to curb yourselves in the mall parking lot, right next to a shaved ice food truck.

Warnings: Just some light swearing, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and some brief mentions to "raunchy" behavior. This is a soft fic for y'all tonight, out here needin' some gentle lovin'.

A/N: Got some lonely feelings right now. I just wanna hug someone, dude. Yo, we could totally watch a movie over discord sometime... maybe.

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Today sucked. Flat out. The bags under your eyes didn't lie, and now here you were, outside of your studio, sitting on the hood of your car, eating a granola bar to stave off hunger for a few more hours. Hopefully.

You pull your phone from your pocket, looking at the time for a moment, then looking at your screensaver. It was the only thing that could make you smile. You had your arm wrapped around one of your closets friends, Taika, and the phone didn't capture it, but he had his arm wrapped around your waist. His curls were all messed up, and the picture perfectly showed how drunk you both were by the fuzzy pink on your cheeks. It was 99 cent beer night at one of the local pubs, and unlike the first one held at a baseball game, all went well.

Of course, there was a limit to how much the two of you were allowed to drink, but that didn't stop the many failed attempts at stealing other people's drinks while they were looking away, just to get a taste more. Didn't matter that you guys were eventually thrown out of the bar for breaking rules and coming close to breaking a few faces, you had a great night.

That night also lead to a few other places, including his hotel room, but that end of the story has to be saved for another time.

Instead of staring at your phone for another century, you decide to unlock it and dial the man up. You knew he was somewhere around here, either charming his way onto another movie set to mess with his rich friends, or getting his tired ass kicked by daylight savings.

His number was saved to your favorites, so dialing him was quick and easy. The wait for him to pick up didn't last long either.

"Talk to me..."

God, his voice sounds like one big yawn. Looks like he needs a bit of perking up too.

"I've got two curbside tickets to eat a snow cone and watch kids do loops on their bikes in the parking lot. One of those tickets has your name on them," you grin, despite sounding exhausted too. The day really made you strain your voice.

His musical laughter really makes the sun look brighter from its low position in the sky.

"That's oddly specific... where would these magical tickets take me afterwards?" He had cocked his eyebrows up and leaned against his office door while he spoke to you.

"If this were a booty call, I would have told you already, Taik," you snort and tease him. "So, it's either make yourself fat on some weirdly flavored snow cone, or take your horny-ass home."

"Okay, okay... I'd like to make myself fat for a night, as long as your there," his voice is dreamy, desperate and warm. "You there already?"

"Nope," your lips pop the p, "but I'm nearby."

"I swear to God, if you're talking and driving, I'm gonna whoop your ass," Taika stood up, acting serious when he was just really worried about your safety in general.

"I'm not, I'm fine," you laugh again. "Not even in the car. Sitting on it though, trying to convince the world's sexiest man to go out with me again."

"And you said this wasn't a booty call," he retorts over the phone, making you playfully glare at the asphalt on the road. It's like he's in front of you.

"You coming or not?" you change the subject and you hear him laugh again, but softer.

"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes, gorgeous."

He always made goodbyes so easy. Maybe it was because you both knew you would be seeing each other again, no matter what circumstances you were thrown into. But the dial tone still had its effects.

You slip off the hood of your car, and take a seat in the driver's seat. The warm summer air makes your skin glow, and your brain went fuzzy only imagining it doing the same to Taika.

The drive feels so quiet. For a moment, you actually thought about calling him again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't pick up if he was driving.

As predicted, kids are zooming around on their bikes, showing off to their friends or trying to be cool, even though they all were obviously teary-eyed each time they scraped a knee. It was amusing to you and Taika, especially when some of the older boys would try to catch your attention and zip past you and Taika. It ended up being a heckle fest in the end, and some kid always went home with his butt hurt.

Keys and wallet in hand, you trek to the small, blue trailer tucked in the corner of the parking lot.

"Damn, you must have beat me here by just a few seconds," Taika calls, rustling his way through the small spaces between a couple of cars.

"Well, you've never been a speed demon type, so last place is your calling when it comes to racing," you guwaf and grin at him. He rolls his eyes and comes to walk right next to you.

"I pride myself on road safety," he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You glance at him from the side, just to silently check up on him. His hair was tousled and his eyes were resteless. It looks like he had it rough from the start. He had struggled to get dressed this morning, but picked the most eccentric clothes in his closet to make up from his lack of sleep.

"Dare you to try the dill pickle flavor this time," his cocky tone wakes you up.

"Like hell I will," you snort as you finally reach the trailer, where a teen boy happily greets the both of you.

"Oh come on, it'll be funny," he eggs you on, his bottom lip pouting.

"Keep trying to make me get dill pickle, and the next time we have a movie night together, I'm getting the pizza," you sniff and he rolls his eyes. He thinks it is an odd threat. "And I'm making it all Hawaiian pizza." That got his attention.

"Bull shit, you would never. Not on a perfectly good pizza!" He gasps.

"Oh, just watch me, pineapple boy," you snicker and point to his pineapple print shorts. You break conversation to order two piña colada flavored snow cones. Taika usually took for-fucking-ever when it came to picking a single flavor, so ever since the second time you've been out here with him, he assigned you to choose for him. He usually got what you got.

Now, you wait.

You plop yourself down on the curb, as you promised, and he joined you with a long, loud groan. You give him a bewildered stare, wondering if his age had really gotten him this much. He smiles at you through a wince.

"Sat on my keys," he wheezes and chuckles at his own stupidity under his breath.

Your eyes float down to where he pulls out his keys and you start giggling quietly.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you've done the same thing," Taika says, not handling the fact that you have new material to mess with him, and also trying to get some stories out of you.

"Well yeah, but I don't sit down as violently as you do," you prod his bicep, and he laughs.

"Such a lady. Must sit down gracefully and slowly," he says, mocking an English accent, but he was horrible at accents so of course it was bad. You smack his bicep this time, and he playfully flinches, like it hurt.

"I really need to get you into some accent classes or some shit, before you get your teeth knocked out," you shake your head with a smile.

"What? I think I'm great at accents. My American accent is the best one yet, don't you think?" He smirks at you, and proceeds to demonstrate. "All you have to do is put an 'er' at the end of everything, right? That's totally how they speak around here."

"I would be careful, Mr. Waititi. Could get in some trouble if you say that too loudly," you roll your eyes, and he sighs. Yeah. Things were going to shit in LA. It was clear to everyone, but what could two hollywood producers do to stop things like that? Keep making films, you guess.

"Two, large piña coladas!"

You look up, and so does he.

"I'll get them," you volunteer, but he places his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

"Let me," he speaks softly, in a damn near whisper.

He stands up and strides right over to the trailer with so much confidence, you're envious. He comes back with two large styrofoam cups in hand, spoons, and a warm smile. His smile was always warm. It set fire in your belly.

He sits down a bit more carefully this time, even though his car keys were sitting in the grass, far away from his landing zone. He hands you your cup and a spoon.

"Do these have alcohol in them?" He nudges you with your elbow and you shake your head.

"As if they would let a seventeen-year-old serve alcoholic beverages," you throw in logic.

"I dunno... ever been to a ballpark before? Pretty sure some of those kids are way too young to be peddling there too, but that doesn't stop people from hiring them," he says while pointing his spoon at you.

"Fair point," you finish, then look at your snow cone. You decide to start eating before it melts.

Silence swarms the air, but comfortably. There's the occasional murmur of cicadas or humming cars drowning them out. Birds would land on the scorching asphalt to pick at whatever crumbs were left by other patrons, before fluttering away at the sight of a zooming bike getting too close for comfort.

Taika will point out a few of the kids doing tricks. He picks his favorites for the night, and he keeps himself busy by watching them. You, on the other hand, are occupied with him. You examine him from the tips of his dirty white chucks, to his frazzled hairdo.

"You look like shit," you mutter. He barely pays you mind and that comment was hardly acknowledged. It was like the air had gone a bit stiffer. He was hiding something from you.

"What's going on, Taik?" you worry. He never kept things from you, unless they were hard to bear.

He sets his cup down and holds his hands together. He looks so tired. So solemn.

"Today was total shit," he whispers and runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, yeah, I get that. I wouldn't have known if you had looked a little spiffier," you say, reaching out and gently tucking a curl on his forehead back in place with all the rest of its friends.

"Look, I--..." he says, turning to you, lips parted slightly, and a yearning sensation bubbling from the tips of his fingers as he rests a single hand on you.

There were tough times with the occupancy you both, willingly, chose. The hardest part about it was making friends, or making love, then finding out you have to leave it behind for a new location the next morning.

"I have to leave... for Sydney..." he says, reaching to gently take your cheek into the palm of his hand.

"When?" you manage, though you were clearly becoming upset.

"In a few weeks. Thor is waiting for me," he sighs, barely able to look at you while his thumb rubbed your ample cheek.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says, tilting your head up just the slightest bit. "And I don't want to stop loving you."

Your eyes search his for a moment, wide and a bit confused.

"I thought you said we were just a fling with--"

He cuts you off, "A fling with benefits. I know..." he sighs again, "but every time I find myself waiting for you to call on a shitty day, each time you rest your head on my shoulder, all the times you smile at me and tease me, I find myself falling... more in love with you." He has to pause to breathe.

It's so quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"What happens if I love you too...?" you muster your courage, and look right into his expressive, brown eyes.

"I don't know," he says to you, thumb still rubbing circles.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" you breathe, and he nods.

Still as statues, you wait for words to touch the air. It's only when his foot makes a wrong move and knocks over his snow cone, does the tension break.

His bottom lip pouts for him again and you quietly pick his spoon up off the ground. You clean it on your shirt and hand it to him, all before taking your cup, and holding it out to share. He smiles down at you, taking his spoon from your hand and sticking it into the shaved ice.

Your head leans against his shoulder when the sun disappears behind the mall building.

"I love you too," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, sucking at the tip of his spoon.

"Think we can keep this up over the phone?" you ask, wondering about a brief virtual relationship, just until one of you catches a break.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" he says, lowering his spoon, wrapping his arm around you, and giving you his full attention.

#taika waititi #taika waititi x reader #fanfiction #taika waititi imagine #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi x you #taika waititi/you #fluffy

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mimi-ya · 2 years

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It's me again, hiii!

I just wanna say that that pic you used to reply to my long ass ask is so cute!!! I love baby Luffy with all my heart, and I'd go to hell and back for him 😭

And I hope you get to cosplay Perona! Her design is one of my favorites in OP 🥺

Now, I've been away for a while and I'm only now seeing some of your posts, so I hope it's still ok to comment on them? Aksjaoshdg

So, Zoro's birthday fic,,, I LOVED IT SO MUCH! THAT WAS SO HOT, I QKJSIAHSHSJSNS fucked out Zoro is 💯 There's something about him being wrecked, and vulnerable, overall, that makes me lose everything 😭 ~ on a side note, I haven't catched up with the manga, yet, so I don't know what's happening currently in Wano, but I REALLY wish Oda would give us some Zoro angst or something like that. I know that is a little sadistic, but I'm CRAVING some vulnerability coming from him 😔

Which leads me to the next topic: mutual hate fucking. I know it's been a while, but I wanna join my fellow Zoro fuckers and intercede for our man 😏

Also, you've been sent to horny jail?! wth 😭 if Tumblr ever dares to come up with this outrage again, it will have to drag us all along with you 😡 ~ we've all been convicted of the same crime, after all 🤧

And your OP art, SO CUTE!!! YOU'RE SUCH A MULTITALENTED QUEEN! I tried drawing baby Robin, once, and... It didn't go well 😅

Now, your birthday celebrations event!!! Mimiii, that's the cutest thing ever 😭 YOU'RE SO SWEET, I CRY. I've submitted mine a few days ago (I've been writing this ask ever since, but I still haven't finished it......... WHY AM I LIKE THIS), even though it won't be my birthday any time soon jwjsjwnbbs actually, chapter 2 of covert identity came out around my birthday, and I was so happy!!! I considered that as a unintentional birthday gift kashusjshsh

On your post about Pudding -- I couldn't agree more! She deserved better, and I hope she can be free, someday. It'd be nice if she, Brûlée and Katakuri rebelled against their mother. Mama is straight up abusive. She always goes on and on about creating a world without discrimination, where "all races" can coexist, but that's all empty discourse. She collects people, and treat them as if they were animals in her own particular zoo. I love her as a character, but I DESPISE her as a person 😂

Finallyyy, I wanna talk about your mutuals tag list!!! Alright, so, when I first opened it, I really wasn't expecting to see myself tagged there. I might have teared up a little........ 😭😭😭 MIMIIIII, that made me so, so happy 😭 I keep coming back to it, and EVERY single time I get, like 🥺😭🥰

Just know that I love and appreciate you just as much! I've been kind of absent from Tumblr, lately, but I love seeing your posts on my dash; they really make my day.

I'm planning on creating a new blog just for OP (maybe?) (my original account is over 10 years old, and I'm having quite an identity crisis. I can't even stand looking at it 🤡). If I follow through that plan (or when I'm finally able to put up with all the bullshit of past me and can go back to using my old blog), I promise I'll let you know whenever it's ready! Until then (and even after that), I'll continue being your sprout, for as long as you allow me 🥺

- 🌱

I'll comment on your most recent works as I read them, as I still haven't had the chance to do that 😭 also, I think it's best if I just end this ask here, as it's gotten LONG long, already, and I just keep adding things as the days go by 😂)

my sprout!🌱

first off: baby strawhats are superior to adult strawhats, but something about baby asl will always have the biggest place in my heart!! SO CUTE! my brother is watching op, and I’ve asked that out of the 1000 episodes he PLEASE let me watch 493 & 494. I LOVE BABY ASL SO MUCH!!

perona is also one of my favs! my roommate and I have a goal of going to some anime con when ever things feel safe again, so I have until then to make my cosplay! Except now I’m OBSESSED with ulti!! the only down side is I don’t think her outfit is as fun as perona 😪 but we’ll see what happens!

I’m glad you enjoyed zoro’s bday fic!! Wrecked zoro is the best zoro 😌 and I have a feeling we’re going to get some zoro stuff in Wano, I’m just not sure if it’ll be angst?? I feel like the only thing that could get to him would be about kuina, so if Oda is somehow able to tie her in? Idk! (And of course luffy and the crew, but I don’t want THAT MUCH angst!)

and don’t worry, mutual hate fucking is cumming (lol, i hate myself 😭) it has to, zoro is literally the perfect character for it

I was sentenced to a quick stint in horny jail but have been bailed out! I promised the tumblr gods to behave from here on out so fingers crossed that doesn’t happen again!!

thank you for the sweet words about my art! I realized I didn’t even post all the things I made! Crafty things are my favorite! And I would love to see your baby Robin, I bet she’s adorable!

I’m glad you like the birthday celebration event! I’m pretty excited about it! I just hope I can come up with enough birthday themed ideas! 😅 and speaking of covert identity… lmao chapter 4 is basically done but then I remembered y’all need chapter 3 before that! My goal is to have chapter 3 done within the month and 4 will come quickly after! ☺️

Pudding and all of big mamas kids deserved better! I’m interested to see what role the Charlotte children will play in Wano or if some of them will ever be seen again in the future!

And bestie! I’m so glad you saw the tag!! LOL! I was giggling writing it out, because I was like, this will be so funny if my 🌱 opens it! And I couldn’t not include you! And I feel that blog issue, my old blog was a cluster fuck of all my different fandoms, and I was like, alright. Time to just make something fresh for op!

I’d be happy to interact with any blog you make, but will also always have you in my heart as my little sprout! 🥰🥺 love love love getting to hear from you! 💗

#mimi answers #🌱 anon

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi

#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

Suggested prompt: Ari is sent on a new mission with the reader... They have history together.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Genre: angst-ish

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Suggested by: @writerwithfluffysocks @ari-levinson

Ari Levinson: @capsiclesdoll

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Warnings: language, shooting, mentions of wounds

A/N: here it goes my first Ari Levinson x reader fic, hope you enjoy darlings <3.

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"Miss Y/l/n!" Little tugs on my hand made me turn around redirecting my attention to the little girl besides me who seemed to be craving it.

"What's it, Shira?" I questioned, bending the knee to be eye to eye with the kid.

"That man." She pointed at the opposite side of the room, where the open door communicated the class with the outside. "He says he wants to talk with you."

I spun my head to meet Ethan's eyes. "Shit." He gave me a smile, leaning against the wooden door frame. "Thank you, Shira." I flashed a smile at the kid and stood up.

"Y/n" he motioned at the kids, currently playing. "I see you didn't waste your time."

"why are you here, Ethan?"

His eyes shifted to mine. "Your vacations are over. You have a mission."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes were fixed on the view I had through my window the whole drive in that shitty pickup truck.

When Ethan wouldn't give away the name of my partner, I suspected something was off, so I couldn't say that I had been entirely surprised to see Ari's face in the airport.

"Didn't know he'd send you." Ari attempted to break the ice, although it wasn't an easy task.

"I didn't know you were the partner." We stayed in a new kind of silence that turned out to be way more uncomfortable than the first one. "Where's Sammy?"

He cleared his throat. "He left." his statement made me look at him for the first time since we left the airport. "Apparently, I'm fucking reckless, an asshole, and never have a plan."

"He ain't lying." I commented, leaning against the backrest. "Oh c'mon!" I exclaimed, acknowledging the anger in his eyes when he spared me a glare. "Y'know it's true, that's why you're mad."

He let out a humorless laugh, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. "Fuck y'know me so well, don't you?" Sarcasm dripped from his tongue as if it was poison.

I rolled my eyes, aware that starting a fight wouldn't help us at all. "Where are we staying?"

"Why?"

"Ethan mentioned you'd been compromised."

"A friend got us a room." he informed me, taking a turn to the left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We arrived at the hotel room, and not many words were exchanged during the daytime, but when the sun fell, we had no option but to talk, since we had to discuss the plan he had.

Or more likely, the plan that he didn't have.

"No" I shook my head no, sat on the crappy hotel bed. "That's not a solid plan. That's not even a fucking plan."

"What the hell do you mean?" he questioned, offended. "it worked 'til now." a tilt of his head accompanied his statement. "I'd say it's a good plan."

I buried my face on my palms, bending forward. "Okay, first off," I looked up at him again. "If it had worked til now, I'm sure Sammy wouldn't have left, and wouldn't be here. And second" he slightly shifted his posture, letting himself rest against the wall. "I'd say it's a shitty strategy, but got lucky."

"I don't see the problem." he replied, shrugging.

"yeah well I do." he clenched his jaw and I let out a exasperated sigh. "Ari, you've been compromised thanks to your 'plan', and you don't wanna change it."

"It's not the first time this happens, and-"

"Yeah, that's the fuckin' problem!" I raised my voice, hopping off the bed. "you keep doing this, and it always ends with your life on the line" he attempted to interrupt me but I kept throwing my tantrum. "and you drag everyone with you!"

He pushed himself off the wall, a frown formed in his face. "is this 'cause of Tangier? Because that one ain't on me, it's on you. You got in the way when Rachel warned not to."

"First of all, what the fuck?" my voice was now low, shocked that he pulled that card after what had happened in that city, not just the great disaster that his plan turned out to be, but also what we had had there. "it doesn't matter. Tangier, Khartoum, or any other mission, it's always the same, and I'm not willing to die for you." Not anymore, I thought. "so right fucking now, tell me we're changing that fuckin' shit to an actual plan."

He knew I was right, but he wouldn't say it. "it's late," he grunted, unbuttoning his shirt without sparing me a single look. "let's just go to sleep."

Exhaling, I grabbed a tank top and shorts from my bag and started to change my clothes.

Once I was done, I climbed on the bed and lay down, ready to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I huffed, running my hands over my face.

Sleeping had become an impossible task, because damn, it was fucking hot in that tiny room, and I was sweating.

I sat on the bed, careful not to wake Ari, who seemed to have accomplished the goal that I had been chasing for at least a couple of hours.

I got rid of the shorts and, right after having pulled my tank top over my head, I felt a shift on the mattress before Ari's digits ghosted over the scar on my back. "this should've been on my chest."

The scar left there by an asshole's gun who had been aiming at Ari; the scar that worked as a reminder of what had exactly triggered the disaster in Tangier.

"I'm sorry." his thumb traced the line that remained there after Sammy's improvised sewing. "Don't know why the fuck I said that. You're right, I always drag people down with me." his fingers lingered on my skin just for a moment before he retreated his hand.

I breathed out. "it was the heat of the moment." When he didn't say anything, I turned around. "you okay?"

He gave me a lazy nod, his eyes lost somewhere in his darkest memories. "I really am a fucking asshole, and I never learn."

"You're kind of an ass." I agreed as he closed his eyes. "and you never learn, but you get shit done better than anyone. And" I poked his chest, making him open one eye. "you got a great heart, so don't torture yourself that much 'kay?"

He opened his eyes again, this time with a half smile. "I missed you, Y/n."

I mirrored his expression and held back the 'I missed you too' that I so badly wanted to say. "Alright, Levinson."

His smile grew wider, and the ghosts that had been chasing his blue eyes transformed into the happiness that used to show up in his pupils whenever I smiled. The only difference was that now, that happiness was stained with regret and melancholy. "Sometimes I wonder how it would have been if I hadn't fucked up." his eyes got lost again. "Wish things were different."

I pursed my lips, stopping myself from saying that I did too often wondered about what we could have been if things hadn't gotten in the way.

That I wondered if we would have been happy together.

I let myself fall besides him. "alright, go to sleep, 'cause tomorrow we gotta sort a shit ton of stuff out."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Everyone move to the back, now!" I shouted, helping the people we were helping to climb to the truck. "c'mon c'mon c'mon!"

I heard shotguns closer and closer, and when I turned around, I saw Ari sprinting towards us with a girl in his arms.

"fuckin' shit." I muttered, jogging to him to lend a hand. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck." I cursed, seeing the Jeep driving in our direction.

I pulled out my gun and started to shoot. "Get inside!" Ari shouted, almost throwing the girl into the truck before tugging wrapping his hands around my waist, sweeping me off my feet and pushing me to the front of the truck at the same time as he shielded me, just in case the bullets reached us. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

I jumped inside and tugged him with me, starting the engine while he was sitting up properly. "Get us the hell out of here!"

We took off, following the route that we had carefully traced five days ago; a route perfect for us to lose the Jeep that was right behind us.

It took us around half an hour, but it worked.

Ari stopped the truck once we were safe and, as I let myself fall against the backrest, he rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

"we did it." I spoke, a little surprised.

"we did it." he repeated pulling himself up to mimic my posture.

His eyes were trained on mines and vice-versa.

Our breathing was heavy and ragged as we both dug our eyes into one another's with a feeling that wasn't easy to fight in this conditions; a feeling that I thought had been long forgotten.

His gaze flickered to my lips for a second and, when I subconsciously licked them, he gulped "I need air." he grunted, kicking the door open before climbing off the truck.

I didn't think twice before jumping off the truck and stalking to were he was now standing.

Before he could say a word, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss which, as soon as he reciprocated it, became rough and needy.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me as close as possible as we desperately devoured each other's lips as if they were water in the dessert; as if they were the air we breathed.

I pulled apart only when it was completely necessary for us to breath. "I missed you too." I whispered, letting him kiss my lips once more. "and I wish things were different."

"let's make things different." he replied, stealing one more kiss without letting go of me. "please, Y/n, let's make things different" he rested his forehead against mine, heavily breathing. " 'cause life's hell without you."

I nodded, kissing his lips, this time tenderly. "let's do it." his hands went up and down my sides at the same time as mines help in place the strands of his hair that tingled my face. "but let's finish this job first."

He nodded, a beautiful smile making tugging the corners of his lips at the promise of an 'us'.

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mrsrhys23 · 4 years

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I wish you'd write a fic where Riley is really worried about the costume ball. I feel like PB did do a great job there, I find it difficult to believe they would all just go back into the ballroom without a fuss after what happened in there at the Homecoming ball I'd also like it if Riley had been shot that night as well as Drake just to make it more scary for her to go back in there.

Thanks for the request Nonny!

I got quite carried away with this and now I have 2077 words...

I agree with you that Riley and everybody else probably wouldn't, in real life, be able to just go back in there after what took place.

Warnings: Angst, PTSD.

Permatag: @itschoicesstuff, @addictedtochoiceslove,@desiree-0816, @cordoniaqueensworld

It was the night after the art gallery that somehow, despite all the odds, Riley managed to make into something salvageable and not a complete disaster, like it was destined to be at the start of the day.

She had been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for most of the night, unable to sleep. Sleep hadn’t been something that had been coming easy for Riley since the homecoming ball.

After spending another half an hour staring at the celling she climbed out of bed and headed to Liam’s room. Liam answered after a few knocks.

“Riley, you alright?” Liam asked, his brow creased in concern.

“Can we talk please?”

“Yes,” Liam nodded, allowing her into his room. They took a seat on his bed. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”

“The wedding,” Riley muttered.

“What about it?”

I’m not sure we should go ahead at least until we know who’s behind the assassination attempts and the videos,” Riley explained, twisting her hands together nervously. “At the homecoming ball people got hurt…. another social event like that one, especially with it being the royal wedding its seems like the perfect time for them to try again. The anti- monarchy wants us dead. I know we have to appear that we are not frightened but I am. After I… after I got shot… the wedding, the costume ball tomorrow, I don’t know if I can do it. I’m probably just being stupid, but that thought of being in the sort of situation again Liam…”

“Mara and Bastien will have the security side of everything covered,” Liam reassured, but that did very little to assuage his fiancée’s fears. “Do you really want to postpone the wedding?”

“No. No, I don’t. I’m scared, Liam, I am really, really scared. I want to marry you more than anything. This was all a lot simpler when I came here, when I was ‘the mystery woman’ from New York. Everything I do, every move I make I’m being watched. My life is an open book there for everyone to see. It’s tough. I’m expected to be perfect and I don’t know how to be. I suppose it’s easier for you because you’ve grown up in the spotlight. You probably think I’m being ungrateful,” Riley explained, fighting back a few tears.

“No. I understand,” Liam told her, reaching for her hand.

“It’s not just that… The thought of tomorrows ball….It’s just bringing a lot of memories from that night back…”

Liam squeezed her hand tightly, prompting her to look up at him instead of at her hands in her lap. “Do you maybe want to talk to someone about it?” Liam asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles along her knuckles.

“The duchess needs counselling,” Riley scoffed, “Wait until the press get hold of that. All that will prove is that the crown was affected.

“You got shot that night people will understand.”

“I’m going to ask Madeline in the morning to set up a press conference. There’s a few things I want to say, and I want It to come from me before it ends up in the papers another way.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded. “It seems like a good idea to probably consult our friends, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, giving Liam as small smile.

“We better get some sleep,” Liam suggested.

“Yes. I better go back to my room. Maxwell will be worried if I’m not there as he is my alarm clock,” Riley explained, getting to her feet and walking over to the door with Liam.

“About that…When we can actually sleep in the same bed can we get a proper alarm clock?”

“Yes,” Riley chuckled. “Good night your majesty.”

“Goodnight duchess.”

The next morning Riley met Madeline in the boutique at Kiara’s estate before going outside doing the press conference, that Madeline had set up extremely quickly, then heading back to the palace for the ball later that evening.

“Everything for the conference is set up, now you need something to wear,” Madeleine said, looking through the different clothes on the racks.

“You know Madeline I can pick out my own outfit,” Riley mentioned.

“Yes,” Madeline sighed, turning to face the future monarch, “Do you know what you’re going to say today?”

“Yes. Me and the king discussed it last night.”

“Well I hope that you know what you’re doing.”

I do. As does Liam.”

“I have no doubt that Liam does but you on the other hand, Duchess Riley.”

“Thank you for your concern Madeline but I am getting the hang of this. I have an announcement of my own to make.”

”Just don’t screw it up,” Madeline snarled.

“I won’t.”

The royal couple stepped outside of Kiara’s lovely home and over to the podium that had been set up on the steps, herds of people and press swarming around.

Riley stepped up to the podium, Liam standing just behind her letting her take the lead. She adjusted the microphone slightly, took in a deep breath then started talking.

“So most of, if not all of you are probably wondering why this press conference if even being held. I, as future queen want to feel like I’m doing all that I possibly can…I watch the news, I read the newspapers, I’ve seen the headlines…After the attack, the videos, the orchard it’s getting harder to reassure everyone in the kingdom. You all absolutely have a right to be worried, but we are doing everything in our power to find whoever is doing this. But how can we expect you all to feel like you’re safe if we don’t share the information as we receive it? We have reason to believe it is someone from the anti- monarchy and after their assassination attempts failed they resort to terrorising you, the people of Cordonia. Just because of this it doesn’t mean you have to abandon your normal day to day lives and be scared, because if you do that then they win, I understand that more than most,” Riley said, turning to Liam, who gave her a reassuring smile.

Liam stepped forward, sensing Riley’s reluctance. “As everyone knows the night of the homecoming ball Duchess Riley was very unfortunately injured during the attack at the palace. In an effort to help my fiancée, you’re future queen in getting back to herself she has decided, with the support of myself and our friends to attend some counselling sessions-”

When Riley heard the crowds murmurs she stepped forward again, adjusting the microphone on the podium slightly.

“I know what you must all be thinking....We’ve made out that the crown was not affected and that was wrong, I think everyone in a way was affected by what happened, one way or another. And that’s okay. If we continue to make out we werent then everything we say and do will be dictated by that lie. By the anti- monarchy. I will not be stepping down from any of my royal duties, I hope I will be able to do more afterwards though.

“How did the shooting affect you exactly?” Ana asked, stepping forward in the crowd.

“I nearly died,” Riley blurted out.

“Are you saying that the press and people were misinformed of the severity of your injuries?” Anna asked.

Riley swallowed hard, looking down at the podium then back up at the people. She felt Liam grab her hand, squeezing it tightly. The simple action made her believe she could do this.

“It was a very emotional time,” she explained.

“It’s okay,” Liam whispered in her ear.

“It was not released to the public domain at the time and maybe that was wrong, but I got shot. When you get shot Miss de luca then you can tell me why you wouldn’t want a whole country to know the severity of it. I have never and will never let that get in the way of ruling this kingdom. I will continue to do my best for everyone here, for every man, woman and child and that is a promise. On the unity tour, while we were in Applewood, there were two children who used to play where the orchard was, but they couldn’t because of the scorched ground so we played with them, we spent time with them and that just reminded me of how important our roles are. How many people rely on us. When you are relied upon so much you will not, and you will never let anything, not even a bullet stand in your way. I’m not perfect and I’m done trying to be. I’m just a woman trying to do her best. Isn’t that what everyone here is trying to do? That’s all I have to say on the matter.”

After the Constantine drama, they all returned to the palace. In the early evening, before Riley needed to get changed she trotted through the halls of the palace to the ballroom where staff were finishing all the preparations.

She opened the doors, taking in a deep breath then walked in. Flashes of that night going through her head, she closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly as if that action could make those memories that were flooding back go away.

She turned, facing where it happened. It all happened so quickly, the lights went out, they came back on and she was staring down a barrel of a gun, frozen, unable to move, think. She remembered being tackled to the floor, she remembered Drake landing on her, his blood going everywhere, the fiery pain she felt in her stomach as the world darkened around her, hearing Liam pleading with her to stay awake…

“What are you doing in here?” Drake asked, snapping her out of her daze. Riley opened her eyes, noticing the staff had all left, leaving only her and her friend in the massive ballroom.

“Tonight we’re supposed to come back in here and act like nothing happened…This is the first time I’ve been back in here,” Riley explained.

“Me too.”

“I’m glad the unity tour is over.. But being back properly at the palace especially tonight… I just don’t know if I can do it. I thought maybe coming in here now before tonight would I don’t know… Do you ever think about that night?” She asked, turning to him.

“No,” he insisted shaking his head.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes widening, she thought about it all the time.

“Well occasionally,” Drake shrugged.

“We still don’t know how they got in.”

“But at least precautions have been put in place.”

“Yeah but…”

“At the homecoming ball it was unexpected, no one thought it was even a possibility. But this time everyone’s ready. You need to stop worrying about it Brooks,” Drake said, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“You know Neville’s going to be here, right?” Riley said, eager to change the subject.

“Don’t remind me,” Drake grumbled, “I promise I will try my best not to punch him.”

“He is irritating,” she agreed.

“I thought the future queen was supposed to like everyone?”

“I can just about tolerate him but liking him? Never,” Riley shuddered, causing herself to smile and Drake.

“How are you, Brooks?”

“I’m Fine. why?”

“After the press conference...”

“Yeah, that was eventful,” Riley reminisced. “I know marrying Liam that the press will always be involved, but it’s just… it’s exhausting. Questions about that…I just don’t know how to answer them without yelling at her. Sometimes I just wish we were all normal and did normal things.

“Normal? Normal is overrated. And me and you we were normal. Would you really want to go back to that?”

“No, well maybe sometimes.”

“’Sometimes’ meaning when your yelling at the press?”

“Yeah,” Riley nodded, “Me and Liam are being announced together to night. I can’t believe this is actually happening, that we’re actually getting married. When that stuff with Tariq happened and then he was engaged to madeleine and it was all just a mess and it wasn’t that long ago. At the coronation it all fell apart, and I can’t help but feel it will again.”

“It won’t. Your marrying Liam in two weeks,” Drake told her.

“A lot can go wrong in two weeks. It took five minutes for that to happen.”

“Oh, you need to lighten up Brooks. You really do,” Drake advised.

“Drake?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” Riley smiled, pulling him into a hug.

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Prompt: Missing scene from No Love Like Your Love. I'd love a scene of one of Malex's phone calls during the 3 yrs away. I know we got the one when Michael first got there. But I'd love to get another one in the middle when they're just missing each other and maybe wanting to talk about their future. I just imagine how sweet they are on these phone calls. (Another idea if you don't like this one is Michael receiving the video from Alex of him dancing. I imagine that would give him...feelings!)

(I will always write more of this! There’s also a oneshot coming post-fic, so keep an eye out for that whenever I find the time to finish)*It’s Michael’s birthday in two days, which normally is an exciting time for him.This year, he’s been feeling despondent and a little quiet about it. For the last few years, he’s had his Mom and Alex to really make the day feel special in ways that he’d never felt on Antar. He knows there’s a feast prepared for him and a grand dance that he’ll be attending later on tonight, but it’s not milkshakes at the Crashdown and it’s definitely not Alex curled up around him, singing him happy birthday in his ear like the world’s sexiest thing.God, Michael misses him. Still, it’s not all terrible. He’d received a text relay from his mother with instructions to beef up the comms device on the night before his birthday as there would be an extremely large data packet coming through prior to their talk, so Michael’s been distracted with the work. It’s just what he needs, and he has to wonder if that isn’t part of his Mom’s gift to him, with her knowing that this year would be hard, being the first year back from Earth. Michael’s begun to think of it as being away from home, but he genuinely believes that to be true. Once he has everything ready to go, he turns on the device and sits cross-legged in front of the comms broadcast patiently, hands in his lap as he waits excitedly to see his Mom and Alex for the first time in months (their last call had been eight weeks ago and it could be eight hours and Michael would think it too long). He’s beginning to honestly wonder how the hell he’s going to survive three years apart.The feed starts to spur to life, images beginning to appear in blurry form, but Michael hears the tinny sound of music before he sees anyone. Background noise filters in, more than there’d be for the garage, and as the image begins to clear up, Michael can tell that it’s a recorded video and it’s at the Pony.“Oh, he’s gonna love this,” he hears Maria’s voice behind the recording device.Michael shifts in his seat, moving to the edge of it as he tries to make out the image as it focuses and becomes less pixelated. The strains of music become a lot clearer, heavy bass thumping as the camera focuses on the bar area.Suddenly, Michael is understanding who the he is as he watches Alex haul himself onto the bar with straining forearm muscles helping him do it smoothly. That’s Closer by Nine Inch Nails playing, even though Michael can barely hear it over the eager screams of women — what looks like a bachelorette party.Michael locks eyes with Alex in the video, even though he knows he can’t see him back. Alex squats, tight jeans straining at the thighs, the tank top he’s wearing along with a long necklace showing gleaming, sweaty skin as he slowly starts to wind his way to his feet, strolling along the bar before he strikes a pose, hands hitting hip bones as he grinds and sways, making a crooking ‘come here’ motion with his fingers the instant the lyrics sing, I wanna fuck you like an animal.“Oh, fuck,” Michael lets out a ragged cry, the moan drawn out of him. Alex must know the audience he has, but what’s incredible is that in even under a year, the way Alex moves is so free and fluid, like he doesn’t give a damn what anyone in Roswell thinks. He hears a few slurs being flung at him, but the bachelorette party is clearly in his corner, from the vicious way they defend him.And given the way he hears Hank yowl with pain, Michael thinks smugly that he definitely got hit.He watches as one of the girls drapes a feather boa around Alex’s neck (which he ducks to accommodate), before Alex moves along with the music, sliding to his knees so he can lean back until his shoulders are almost pressed to the wooden bar, starting to inch his way back up to the beat. Michael can see the sweat dripping down his temple, and he watches as Alex turns, eyeing the camera again.He mouths the words, “You get me closer to God,” right at him, and Michael feels shivers go down his spine, knowing those are meant for him.Alex leans over to take a shot that one of the girls has left out for him, licking his lower lip, rubbing two fingers along the bottom one and sucking them in his mouth before he hops down mid-song, wandering through the bar. Michael can hear Maria laughing on the video, but Michael’s not in a laughing mood right now. Suddenly, the noise from the video dims, which Michael is about to protest and fiddle with the device, but he sees why when suddenly the three-dimensional image fades out and is replaced by Alex sitting in the garage back at home. His heart swells as he looks at him, beating faster as he stares at his handsome boyfriend. It’s only a shame he’s so far away, because after that video, Michael has things he wants to do to him.“You know, that’s gotta be classed as some kind of torture,” Michael ekes out, exhausted and mildly upset as he presses the heel of his palm against his cock to try and calm down. “You send me that knowing I’m so far away? At least tell me the bachelorettes behaved with you.”“It took me days to wash off the glitter, but they let me escape with my dignity,” Alex promises. He looks like he’s just woken up, his hair not styled and swept over his forehead, making him look wildly handsome even though Michael can see the sleep in his eyes. He yearns to reach through the connection and rub it away, but he can’t.For all that he can talk to Alex, he can’t touch him or be with him the way he wants to — at least, not yet. He’s got plans on how to fix that.“Happy birthday, Michael,” Alex says, softly and with great tenderness. “I know it’s not the best of gifts…”“Alex,” Michael cuts him off. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m gonna download this whole conversation off the server so no one else gets to see it, but so I can watch it on a daily basis. At least once a day.” He might even get to three or four times, thinking about the way Alex’s tongue had touched his lower lip during the video. “I miss you so much,” he tells him. “I wanna be there, so we can go get milkshakes and you can kiss every inch of my body and worship me.”“Oh, is that what the birthday boy gets?” is Alex’s smug little reply, clearly amused. Michael isn’t planning to back down. “I mean, it’s what the birthday boy wants.” He goes serious, then, staring at Alex as his face falls. “He only wants you.”Alex doesn’t say anything, but he holds up his hand. Michael knows he must be missing him just as much and Michael does the same, getting as close as he can without touching (because he thinks it’ll break his heart to push through and only get air instead of the warmth of Alex’s palm).“You gotta not say those things,” Alex replies, sounding choked up.Michael understands all too well. He doesn’t want the big lavish banquet or whatever expensive gift Isobel has planned for him. He wants one specific thing and that’s Alex, but he’s not going to get him in his bed or be able to hold Alex flush against his body, sliding his palm over his heart. Maybe it’s better to stop cruelly teasing himself.“Is that what you’ve been doing now?” Michael asks. “Dancing on the bar at the Pony?”“I wanna hear about you,” Alex protests.“We’ll get there,” Michael promises, staring at Alex fondly. “We’ve got at least an hour for this call,” he says, grabbing a full body sized pillow to hug to his chest like it can somehow act as a replacement for Alex (even though that’s impossible). “Tell me about Roswell.”Alex does, for the better part of their hour. He tells Michael about what’s happening at home with him and Mara, he talks about his career both writing music for other artists, his shifts at the music store, and how he’s been picking up more work at the Pony because the tips pay better (though usually not with the locals, which Alex scowls at to say). Michael hears about the letters from Liz and news from Maria.It all aches in a new way for Michael, who’s never loved anyone like this before. He knows it’ll make them stronger in the end to have this time apart, but right now, he kind of wants to curl up in a ball and cry for how much he misses him. Michael doesn’t say much about Antar, other than telling Alex about the plans for the night, showing him his suit, and talking about the gifts that he’ll get. By the time he’s rushed through that, the power starts to drain from his room and Michael can’t even begin to imagine what’s happening on the other end.“When will we get to talk again?” Alex asks, his voice small as the reality sinks in that they won’t get to talk again for a while.Judging by the schedule of power on Antar, Michael thinks that it’ll be two months, at best. “Eight weeks?” he judges, feeling miserable to say it. “Too long, no matter when it is. I’m gonna bury myself in my projects,” he admits. “It’s still not good enough.” Just like the pillow he’s holding onto isn’t good enough either.Alex stares at him, like he’s trying to memorize his face, and he sighs when the power over the relay dims again. “I better go, before someone gets suspicious. Happy birthday Michael. I love you, with all of me.”“I love you too. Take care of Mom, okay? And thank her,” he adds, suspecting that her present to him had been giving him all this time with Alex without intruding. “She’ll know why.”“I’ll talk to you in eight weeks,” Alex promises, as he leans forward, fingers hovering over the disconnect button. “And I’m gonna love you just as much then as I do now,” he vows, with a fond smile on his face. “Good,” Michael replies. “Remember that when you’re dancing on bartops.”He gets one last beautiful, sweet, perfect smile from Alex and then the feed goes dark. Michael’s left alone in his bedroom clutching onto his pillow. He buries his face in it, trying to stem the grief of being away from Alex, but knowing that he doesn’t have to let it hurt him. Instead, he can let it be the main driver for why he needs to wrap things up, abdicate, and get back home.He’s a genius. If anyone’s going to figure this out, it’ll be him.

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