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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (2)

femreader!xelliewilliams!

part one, here

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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the entire week has been trial and error for you. everything was so different from your usual routine. did you miss home, completely? no. but you did miss the things that used to be? a little, like daydreaming in class and not having to worry about missing something because it's high school and it's not that serious. in college, especially in your first week, you can't not pay attention, not even for a second, not unless you want to be forced to ask the professor to repeat themselves again for the thousandth time or settle for half-assing your work with what you think they might've said or meant.

you were just thankful that it was now saturday morning. you had today and tomorrow to not stress over the things that have had you pulling out your hair since monday. you laid on your side, on the twin sized bed as you rested your head on top of your pillow. the sunlight shined through your white curtains as it danced around ellie's face. you smiled at how delicate she looked sleeping and took another moment, since meeting, to observe her features.

this was the first time you've noticed the slit across her eyebrow. your thoughts went wild on how she could've gotten it. was she in a fight? was it some stupid prank some girls pulled during a sleepover? or was it merely by her own doing? your own eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity. a loud knock on the door, woke ellie up. panicking at the fact that you were staring at her for god knows how long, you quickly shut your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

as the knocking continued and only seemed to be getting louder, ellie forced herself out of bed. "hold your horses, i'm coming!" on her way to the door, she glanced at you, wondering how you could sleep through such obnoxious pounding. once she swung the door open, she was met with an overly enthusiastic jock with flyers in his hands. "can i help you?" she asked, tiredly.

"hey, i'm brody from house alpha alpha-" he then did a small chant, startling the already on edge girl. "we're throwing a party tonight, starting at 9." he then handed ellie a flyer. "make sure to tell all your friends, this party is going to be epic!"

"and if it's not?" the girl looked at the poster.

"what?" the boy was confused as most people by now would have slammed the door in his face or matched his very excited and pumped-up energy.

"if it's not epic-" she looked back up at him. "what do i get for my troubles?" you had to suppress your laugh by stuffing your face in the pillow.

"uh, i don't know?" the boy looked genuinely concerned and confused, "what do you want?"

"dude, i'm just fucking with you." ellie let out a small chuckle. you held back another laugh and admired how confident she was to joke around with a stranger.

brody let out a laugh of relief. "oh, okay."

ellie gave him a look that she was done with the conversation and tried closing the door. "wait, but i'll see you there, right?"

"hmm..." she pretended to contemplate it. "we'll see." before she could give him time to respond, she closed the door. the auburn-haired girl sighed annoyingly as she sat back down on her bed.

not being able to hold the uncomfortable position you were in after 10 seconds, you pretended to sir awake. you carefully sat up and rubbed your eyes before looking over at your roommate. "good morning."

"good morning." she smiled at you.

"who was that at the door?" you asked.

"some frat guy." she shrugged, then handed you the flyer. "he invited us to a party his fraternities throwing." you looked at the flyer, reading it over.

"are you gonna go?" you asked ellie.

"no." she immediately responded.

"why?" you questioned.

"because fraternity houses are gross." she answered.

"you've been to one before?"

"yeah." she hesitantly answered.

"what? how?" you asked since she was just a freshmen.

"it's a really stupid story, i don't think you'll want to listen to it." she cringed.

"what? no, i definitely want to hear it." you begged, itching to know more about her.

"uhh..." she struggled out.

without realizing it, you had pulled out the puppy dog eyes. "please! i won't judge! I swear."

ellie looked into your big (y/c/e) eyes, her heart skipped a beat at how persistent you were. for a while there, ellie thought she had maybe done something to offend you over the past week since after your first interaction, you'd avoided her gaze and only kept your conversations with her to things that related to the dorm. "okay, fine." ellie gave in.

the smile that formed on your lips caused a small amount of dopamine to release within the helpless girl's mind. "when i was 16, i was bummed out about my older sister having to go back to college so i snuck inside her car right before she left and when we got to her sorority house, i snuck inside. a few minutes later, one of the sorority girls found me, which led to my sister finding out i had her unknowingly smuggle me 6 hours away from home."

"oh my god." your hand covered your mouth.

ellie sheepishly laughed. "and to make it a long story short, her sorority sisters thought it'd be fun to take me to a real college party before my dad came to pick me up. obviously, my sister knew taking an underage girl to an adult party wasn't a good idea, but she also knew me well enough to take me to a frat house where i was forever scarred into never doing what i did again.”

"holy fuck." you cursed. "i can't believe you did that. the craziest thing i've ever done as a teenager was skip geometry class."

ellie chuckled. "unfortunately, that's not the worst thing i've ever done but i appreciate how impressed you seem."

you blushed. "you have more stories? i'm all ears." you tried redirecting the attention back on her.

"hmm, maybe another time." ellie told you as she stood up. "i need to take a shower."

"maybe?" you repeated. "we're roommates, ellie. you can't escape me."

ellie smiled at the sound of you saying her name. it rolled off your tongue sounding so heavenly. she wished to hear you say her name again and again and again...

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it was half an hour into ellie's shower that you finally decided to pull yourself out of bed. you took out your laptop and decided to play one of your favorite albums as you did a few quick stretches before heading over to your dresser. you found yourself constantly asking what ellie would think. does she like pink? is she into lace? how would my boobs look in this? you groaned out in frustration, asking yourself why the hell your roommates opinion mattered. deep down you knew why, you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

you settled on a flower-patterned dress that hugged your curves perfectly with a small, white shrug-cardigan. you hummed along to the melody coming from your laptop as you took off your shirt and shorts. right as you were slipping on your dress, you heard the doorknob turn. you quickly tried your best to pull up the dress before ellie could come out. you somewhat succeeded as the dress was now covering almost your entire body.

you turned around quickly, covering up the small part of your chest that was exposed. "oh, sorry, i didn't realize you-"

ellie cut you off, pretending to not even notice your cleavage. "it's fine, don't stress it. we're roommates, like you said. i'm sure this won't be the last time either of us walks in on the other changing."

you tried your best to hold back the blush that fought against you. you internally cursed at yourself when the blush won. "well, in that case, could you help me zip up my dress? i always forget this thing comes with a stupid zipper." you tried to make up for the blush by acting just as unbothered as she was about this.

"sure." she almost stuttered. you couldn't help but watch her push her damp hair behind her ears as she walked over to you. her signature scent smelt even stronger in this moment. it was such an intoxicating smell that you could, so intensely, feel your skin crawl with the need for her skin to touch yours.

you carefully pulled your dress over your exposed cleavage and pulled the spaghetti straps over your shoulders. "ready?" ellie asked in a lower and quieter tone.

"mhm." you hummed, too anxious to form any words.

ellie tried her best to focus on the zipper as she reached for it but couldn't help the way her eyes lingered over your back, your arms and your neck. she blushed to herself when the thought of what she'd do to you if you were just some stranger at a party looking for someone to make you forget your own name, intruded her mind.

goosebumps formed on your back as her knuckles brushed up against your skin. wishes for this moment to never end laid prominent in her mind. "there." she let you know once she was done.

you turned around and gave her a shy smile. "thank you."

"anytime, (y/n)." she told you with the utmost of sincerity.

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part three, here

// authors note: broooo, so i am the kind of writer that starts writing without really knowing where the story is going and yeah i don't know how i feel about this. i love it but i just don't want it to sound like it's moving too fast? i'm not going to make this a painful slowburn but i do want the longing, the tension and the angst before making them endgame so we'll see where it goes, lol. i hope you guys are having an amazing day and if not, i am sending wishes to you for that to change immediately! //

#college ellie!#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams au #ellie x reader #fanfic #fluff i think #kind of but not really smut

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adrift-in-thyme · 9 months

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Not sure if you keep taking prompts, but if you do:

Boys visiting Malanya? You can make it really angsty if you know what I mean but it's optional.

Thanks for the prompt!! <33 I put all my Malanya headcanons in here lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Fic beneath the cut (also on Ao3)

Cw for animal injury

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Twilight bites out a curse. “Ilia’s gonna kill me.”

His fingers ghost Epona’s leg, following the trail of her wound. The gash is deep and jagged, an angry line of crimson.

“How bad is it?” Wild asks from just behind him. Twilight can feel his eyes upon him — his and those of the other heroes. All watching, all waiting to hear the damage.

Twilight chews his lip. “It’s bad.”

Lizalfos are not beasts to be trifled with, especially those with The Shadow’s blood in their veins. And the one that had sliced Epona’s leg had seen fit to make that fact even more clear.

He had cut it down seconds later, but the deed was already done, the injury carved in a river of red upon his loyal steed.

Epona whinnies mournfully and he looks up at her.

I’m sorry, girl.

“We’re out of fairies.” It’s Warriors now, all business despite the blood trickling down his side, and the way he leans against Time’s arm, just a bit too heavily to raise suspicions.

“Potions too,” Legend chimes in, voice hoarse and lacking its usual sharpness.

They have all come away from this latest battle worse for wear. Alive, yes, but wounded and exhausted. It was a surprise attack and a large one at that. Fighting it back had taken more energy and resources than they had had available.

Twilight closes his eyes for a moment and inhales through his nose. They’re in desperate need of healing. But with Hyrule injured as well, he can’t possibly ask him to tend to any of their little party…not even Epona. The traveler is hardly standing as it is.

“We need a Great Fairy,” Time pipes up. He turns to Wild. “Are there any near here?”

The champion thinks for a moment.

“No Great Fairies. But…there is someone similar.” He points to where a path winds between the mountains. “They’re not far from here. Just down that trail.”

A spark of hope alights within Twilight and he grasps it for dear life. “They’ll heal Epona?”

“And us?” Wind asks.

“I can’t promise they’ll heal us, but Epona?” A small grin tugs at Wild’s lips. “Definitely. They’re the Horse God, after all.”

Legend raises his eyebrows. “The Horse God?”

“Yup. The patron God of Horses. They protect them, heal them, and” —Wild swallows and averts his eyes slightly— “Sometimes they revive them. Anyway, their name’s Malanya.”

“Malanya.” Time says the name slowly, letting it roll over his tongue. “That’s an interesting name.”

There’s something strange in his voice, but Twilight doesn’t have time to unpack all that at the moment.

“Take us to them, cub,” he says, rising. He runs a hand over Epona’s muzzle and grasps her reins. “Epona can make it, right girl?”

She bumps her nose against his head in reply, warm breath blowing through his hair. A small smile sneaks onto his face.

You’re gonna be alright, Epona, he promises both her and himself. We’ll get you fixed up. Just hang on a little longer.

True to Wild’s words, the journey is a short one. But between Epona’s injuries and their own, Twilight feels like it’s drawn out into eternity. Every step is agony, every movement another chance for his steed to crumple or someone to collapse.

The monsters they meet along the way do little to help matters. Wild is quick to draw his bow, however, and he takes them out in no time. Still, it seems a miracle when at last the fountain comes into sight.

The heroes come to a halt right before the large flower bud.

“It looks like a fairy fountain,” Hyrule says, frowning. “But the magic feels different.”

Wild grins. “Oh, it’s much different than a fairy fountain, believe me. Now, you guys wait here. I just need a minute to wake them up.”

Epona lets out a small whinny and Twilight rubs her shoulder.

You did it, girl. You made it.

He watches as Wild walks onto one of the large flower petals and stands, hands on hips, waiting. For a moment everything remains the same. Fairy dust floats, and butterflies flit, and silence reigns in the clearing. Then, there’s a sound of rumbling thunder and suddenly the water in the fountain flies into the air, raining down in shimmery droplets upon the group. And from within its sparkling torrents, something large and colorful erupts.

Twilight cranes his neck, following the being as it rises higher and higher. It towers over the heroes, a strange form with the head of a horse and disembodied hands that wave to and fro. Part of him wants to be afraid, but…

He steps closer, tilting his head. There’s something interesting about this deity, something that almost draws him to them. Yet, he can’t decide what.

“Oh, it’s you again,” Malanya says, lilting tone echoing throughout the space. Their voice brings to mind the feel of riding across the plains of Hyrule, the wind in his hair, and the smell of fresh rain and spring grass in his nostrils. “Why have you come to visit? Please, do not tell me something dire has befallen another of your loyal steeds.”

Wild clears his throat. “Well, no one died this time, if that helps you feel better. But Epona” —he steps aside so the horse is in full view— “she’s hurt.”

“As are we,” Warriors pipes up from behind. “So, if you would be so kind…”

Malanya isn’t listening to him, however. They rise impossibly higher, water droplets raining from their adornments. In the next second, they’re leaning forward, trembling fingers reaching for the champion. The heroes step forward, hands flying to their weapons, bodies tensed and ready.

“You test my patience, boy!” Malanya says, and their voice booms now. “Anyone who mistreats their horses so shall feel my wrath!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Twilight sees Time go abruptly still. He shifts slightly, battle stance relaxing just a bit. And when the deity suddenly bursts out into hearty laughter, a strange expression comes onto his face.

“Come now, sheath your weapons.” A hand waves dismissively, their tone what Twilight thinks is meant to be reassuring. “I only jest.”

“We both know you’re not joking.”

It’s Time’s voice now, clear and strong, yet oddly tentative. But when the deity turns to him in a whirl of color and water, he doesn’t budge.

“What did you say?”

A smirk plays on his lips despite the strained situation.

“I said we both know you’re not joking.”

There’s a beat of silence in which the other heroes look between their unofficial leader and the deity, breath held in anticipation. And then something seems to shift in the air, a tension lifted, and Malanya laughs once more.

“You have heart, my dear hero. But, really, who asked you?”

For a split second, something like a smile enters the deity’s pupil-less eyes. It’s gone as soon as it comes, however. With another dismissive wave of a hand, they turn back to Wild.

“I sense no foul play nor evil intentions in any of you…though” —A quick glance at Time– “some among you are filled with mischief. I will heal your loyal steed, and—just this once—your own wounds.”

Malanya lifts their hands, as though preparing to conduct a concert, then sweeps their delicate fingers down and over the heroes. Twilight finds his eyes slipping closed as a breeze washes over him, born upon the wings of fairy-blessed water. Pain he hadn’t even truly registered enduring disappears like a weight leaving his shoulders. And when he opens his eyes once more he can see similar relief displayed on his brothers’ faces.

Ducking down, Twilight runs a gentle hand over the sides of Epona’s leg. But rather than the edges of a gash, his fingers brush unmarred flesh coated in a healthy layer of auburn hair.

She nickers as he rises, already nosing at his forehead, and he allows himself a smile.

“Your friendship with your horse is a strong one.” Malanya’s voice reaches him and he turns to meet their eyes. “It is a precious thing, to share such a connection with the noblest of animals. Remember that it is a two-way road. Your steed trusts you to keep her safe.”

Twilight nods, somberly. Guilt still tugs at him like a leaden weight. Too many times, he has allowed Epona to suffer. Too many times, he has failed to protect her.

I’m so sorry.

Epona nudges him, gently, and the deity chuckles.

“Your horse wishes you to know that she understands…and that all is forgiven.”

A wavering grin tugs at his lips. Twilight presses his forehead to Epona’s for a moment, then drags his gaze back to the deity.

“Thank you.”

They nod. “Now, go, continue your adventure.” Abruptly, they turn to Wild. “I hope to not see you again for a long while.”

“Rude,” Wild grumbles as he hops down from the petal and comes to stand by Twilight’s side.

Twilight pats him on the shoulder, both a comfort and a thanks. Then, he prepares to follow the other heroes as they file back onto the road.

Time lingers, however, the same odd look on his face. And when Twilight pauses to reach out to him, he realizes it is one of pain.

“You coming, old man?” he asks, gently, placing a hand on his mentor’s arm.

Time doesn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he looks upward to where Malanya still looms over them, gazing down at him almost expectedly.

Strange that they stayed, given how Wild claims the gods and fairies always retreat into their buds as soon as their jobs are complete.

“Before we go, I must know,” he says, and there is something in his voice Twilight seldom hears. A vulnerability reserved for moments of anguish or great joy, of bonding with his brothers or embracing Malon. "Are you…her?”

The smile enters the deity’s eyes once more, though this time there is sorrow in it.

“I was once, though only in spirit. So long as you were not at rest, neither could she be. Hence, she asked the gods for this fate, and they bestowed it upon her.”

Twilight watches Time’s face, trepidation rising fast within him. But the old man’s expression has turned steely and he can decipher nothing past the steadfast walls he has erected.

“She is gone now, however,” Malanya continues, gently. “Her spirit has faded, or perhaps merely been set free. And though parts of her remain with me to this day, I am no longer the Malon you know and love. I am merely myself – Malanya, protector, and patron God of Horses. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.”

For a long moment, silence hangs heavy. Then, right when Twilight is certain they will all be smothered beneath it, Time steps back and nods.

“Thank you,” he says, tone clipped, professional.

He is no longer Link, now. No, that barrier is back, the one even Twilight struggles to bypass, and he is the Hero of Time once more.

“We greatly appreciate all that you have done. Farewell.”

If he mourns his wife as he turns away, if he ponders the mysteries behind Malanya’s words as he begins to walk, he gives no indication. But Twilight can hear it on the breeze as they start along the path, a whisper, a cry.

“Farewell, my love. Farewell.”

And when a tear trickles down Time’s cheek, he sees it.

Even so, Twilight would never dream of saying a word.

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im-a-matt-girl · 11 months

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joining the triplets on their trip to idyllwild, and as you're watching matt be so delicate with the baby raccoon, you start envisioning him with your guys' baby and later that night, he asks why you're so quiet and you express that you wouldn't mind starting a family with him.

"Raccoon"

We are in Idyllwild, and the view from our cabin is spectacular. I know how much you've always wanted to see the redwood trees, and I'm so happy that your dream is finally coming true.

We stop at a peculiar building, and Laura urges us all to go inside. It turns out to be a rescue for wildlife that needs to be rehabilitated. You and I both love animals, so we're excited to see what they have inside.

There is a box which is emitting strange noises. We both curiously peek inside, wondering what it could be. To our surprise and delight, it is filled with adorable little baby raccoons!

Chris hands you one of the wild baby raccoons. You hold it gingerly, trying not to let it fall out of the tiny, soft, red blanket that it's in. It starts chattering as you pet its sweet little head. "Is this good or bad?" you ask the rescuer.

"Yeah, does that mean he likes him, or that he's scared of him?" Nick asks.

I don't hear the response, because I'm too busy looking at you.

You hold the baby raccoon close against your chest, and it claws at your silver horse necklace and your shirt. "That's my necklace, yeah," you smile at it, pulling it away from you slightly. You reposition it a bit lower on you, and it kicks you. "Oh, and that's my stomach, yeah," you tell it gently, repositioning it again.

"He probably isn't feeling supported, Matt," Nick chastises you.

"I'm trying my best," you say, moving your hands underneath the baby raccoon more securely.

The way you hold the baby raccoon makes me think about how you would hold a real baby. My mind starts to wander, and I begin daydreaming about what it would be like to have a baby with you…

"You wanna try?" you ask me, holding the baby raccoon out to me.

"Yeah," I smile, taking it from you. I can't resist holding it like a real baby, but the raccoon doesn't seem to mind too much. I gently rock it and stroke its face. "Hi, there," I whisper to it.

"Oh, she's a natural," Laura remarks. "She needs a baby in her arms."

I instinctively look at you, and you look back at me with an unreadable expression on your face.

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We are settling into bed for the night, and I can't sleep. I look over at you, lying on your stomach, and I tenderly move a lock of your hair away from your eyes.

Your eyes flutter open, and you look at me. "Can't sleep?" you ask me.

I shake my head. "Not really," I answer.

"What's up?" You adjust yourself so that you are lying on your side, propping your head up with your hand.

I shrug. "I don't know. I can't stop thinking about something."

"What is it?" You ask me, reaching for my hand with yours.

"The baby raccoon," I reply, taking your hand in mine.

You let out a soft giggle. "Yeah, it was really cute, huh?"

I nod. "But that's not why I can't stop thinking about it," I confess quietly.

You look puzzled. "Huh?" you ask, tilting your head to one side.

I take a slow, deep breath. "I just… can't stop thinking about how you were holding it."

"Did I do that bad?" you ask me, concerned.

"No," I chuckle. "Quite the opposite. I mean, you held it so… delicately, you know?"

"Well, I didn't want to hurt it," you say, lightly tracing over my thumb with yours.

"I know," I tell you. "You would never try to hurt something smaller than you. It's… it's part of the reason why…" Oh, God, why can't I just say it. "I can't wait to have babies with you."

Your entire body freezes up for a moment, and I'm afraid that I've done something wrong. "You mean, like… after we get married?" you ask me sincerely.

"Yes," I breathe. "I know we haven't talked about marriage yet, but seeing you hold that baby raccoon made me think of-"

You envelop me in your arms and hold me close to your body. You press your lips against mine before I can even finish my sentence. "I thought about it, too," you whisper to me.

I kiss you again, and then I kiss you some more. "I love you, Matt," I whisper to you between kisses. I can't wait to be your wife, and have your children, and spend the rest of my life with you.

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #ask #stxrniqlo #criticism from requester accepted ♡#pov: yours

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finn-m-corvex · 5 months

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Whumptober Day 25: Storm

Day 25 and it's another movie-verse fic! This one is a bit of a different vibe to the other ones but you know what? It's 3 am as I am scheduling these and I do not care. You will either enjoy it or you can wait another hour.

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

Words: 2k

Jay used to love storms.

Every time he would hear the crack of thunder across the sky, he would beg his ma and pa to let him go outside. After promising to stay away from all of the junk piles (which were struck quite frequently), they would bundle him up in a rain jacket three sizes too big for him because it was one of Pa’s that shrunk in the dryer before finally letting him loose.

He would always run until he was out of sight of the trailer, waiting for the rain to be directly overhead before shedding the rain jacket and letting the water fall on his bare skin. The lightning zigzagging across the sky felt like an old friend, and Jay remembered reaching up and trying to grab it out of the clouds. He only did this more after his old school had a mythology unit, and they learned about the gods and their domains and their powers.

People forget that Zeus was the ruler of the gods for a reason.

Maybe it was foolish to try and compare himself to Zeus, of all people. Maybe it was fate. All Jay knew was that if Zeus ever had to deal with the bullshit that came with using electricity with a straight face, then he was a stronger soldier then Jay ever could be.

He felt ridiculous in his current position, but some things just had to be done.

“Jay,” Zane called, standing at the open door to the garage, “is there a reason why you are standing out in the rain holding a frying pan?”

“Because elemental powers suck and I just need it to strike me already,” Jay answered, raising his pan even higher and continuing to walk in a circle. Walking gave him the illusion that the pouring rain wasn’t hitting him as much as it actually was.

“You are trying to get struck by lightning?”

“Yes, Zane. I am trying to get struck by lightning.”

“That does not seem very wise—”

“Well then it’s a good thing that wisdom is not my wheelhouse,” and Jay knew how stupid he looked, walking around with a pot on his head and a pan in his hand. He probably looked like some circus clown. “Look, can you just leave me alone to suffer in peace, please?”

Zane sighed, but abided by Jay’s wishes and went back into the warehouse. Jay kept walking around and around and around, waving his pan like a crazy person. The lightning was crawling under his skin, writhing and waiting to get out, but the problem was that Jay didn’t know how to let it out, exactly.

These elemental powers were for the birds.

He never saw Kai sticking a tong into a campfire to try and channel his element, or Nya constantly throwing herself under the shower. Cole wasn’t rolling in the dirt and mud like a wild horse, and Zane was only caught in the freezer once, but that was before any of them had their elements. Jay didn’t even know how Lloyd would begin to channel his element of green into an actual physical thing.

So yeah. Elemental powers sucked.

With every storm that thundered overhead Jay could feel his element spring to life, twisting and snapping like a wild animal waiting to be released from its cell. Jay did everything that he could think of to try and release it: he tried to force it through a car battery, he tried to channel it into some wires, he even stuck a fork into an electrical socket just to see if that would do anything. He still had the small burns on his hands from the last stunt.

Maybe there was some secret way to let loose that the others weren’t telling him, but Jay was too scared to ask. Besides, if they really knew something, then they would’ve told him by now, right?

There was a small clanging sound behind him, and Jay turned to see Nya standing at the mouth of the warehouse rather than Zane. Feeling his heart start to pound in his chest, Jay flushed when he truly realized how ridiculous he must look, and it took every bit of self-restraint to not fling the pan away.

“You okay, Sparky?” Nya chuckled, holding an umbrella to keep the rain from landing on her. Jay thought that she would’ve just been able to control the rain, but maybe that wasn’t the case.

Sighing, Jay brought his pan down to his side. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to get struck by lightning, you know, the usual. Even a little jolt would do at this point.”

The rain seemed to stutter, starting and stopping in place before resuming its normal rhythm. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Nya asked, leaning against the wall.

“No,” Jay admitted, “but it’s the best one I’ve got.”

“I’m pretty sure someone as smart as you would have better ideas than to stand outside in a thunderstorm wearing pots and pans to try and attract one of the deadliest things to humans in the world,” Nya deadpanned.

And was Jay just now realizing how foolish his plan was, with his long-time crush looking over at him with a fond but exasperated expression? Yes, yes he was. “It isn’t what it looks like!”

Now what on earth would’ve possessed him to say that? He was so stupid, he was so so so stupid—

In hindsight, he really should’ve been paying more attention to his surroundings.

The bright flash was what reached him first. It burned what felt like permanent holes into his retinas and Jay saw stars swim across his vision, dark against the white light of the lightning bolt. And then the pain hit.

It was all-consuming, running through his nerves with the force and speed of a freight train, and Jay barely had the breath to scream as the air was knocked out of his lungs with a baseball bat. It felt like every single one of his limbs was being blown off. He started violently twitching, panicking, but the true fear set in when he instinctively felt the lightning bolt try and jump Nya. The bolt was desperate to ground itself, and Nya was the next closest host.

With a strength that Jay didn’t even know he possessed, he grabbed the lightning bolt and tossed it the other way into the raging sea. It fizzled out without a fight, but Jay was crashing to the ground before he could see it fully disappear.

Someone called his name but he couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His head smashed against the concrete on the docks, and Jay just laid there, stunned. There was no feeling in his outer extremities, and he only had a view of the hand that he threw the lightning with; it was blackened, definitely burned but at least all of his fingers were still there. Was he paralyzed?

Gentle hands grabbed either side of his face, and Jay was blinking the rain out of his eyes to glance up at Nya’s worried face. Actually, worry was too weak of a word; Nya looked terrified, eyes raking him up and down as Jay tried to kick his brain back into gear. She was saying something, and Jay’s lip-reading skills left a lot to be desired but he could’ve sworn that she was calling him an idiot, which was totally fair in this situation.

“Nya?” he slurred, his tongue tasting like ashes. Finally he was able to wiggle his toes, but he still couldnt move the majority of his leg.

“Yeah, Jay,” she sounded somewhat relieved, “it’s me, I’m here.”

“I’m okay,” he tried to assure, but she suddenly looked angry. Jay shut his mouth instead.

“Walker, you are literally smoking,” Nya growled, but her hands stayed gentle as they cupped his cheeks and rubbed the tears away from his eyes. When did those get there? “I better not hear you say that you’re okay again or I will kick your ass.”

“That’s not very nice,” Jay commented, before his back arched suddenly and his mouth opened in a silent scream. All of the pain was rushing back into his body at once, and his hands scrabbled for something to grab onto as he was overwhelmed with sensations, feeling the lightning race around under his skin faster than it ever had before. Nya was holding him down by the shoulders, still saying something, but Jay only grabbed at her arms in a desperate bid to ground himself.

It wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. Jay was sure that he was gripping hard enough to draw blood, but Nya only held him tighter when he started convulsing, the world going dark as Jay seized. Pain like nothing he ever felt before was blossoming across his skin, and the storm only whipped itself up into a frenzy around them, the lightning glowing brighter in its streaks across the sky and the rain smashing down with a vengeance. The wind whistled in his ears, and Jay didn’t know where his pan was, but at this point he needed Nya to grab him and knock him the fuck out.

The lightning was attracted to Nya, and it took every ounce of Jay’s willpower to keep it contained inside, but it still smashed and raged against his skin like something possessed and Jay didn’t know how much longer he could keep it together—

A warm hand landed on his back, and Jay felt the lightning break through his self-control and go through the hand. But the hand didn’t pull away, instead gripping Jay’s hoodie tighter and drawing both him and Nya into a warm chest. Jay would recognize the scent of the person anywhere: Cole.

“I need both of you to calm down,” said his best friend, his voice ringing out loud and clear despite the chaos swirling around them. “You’re making the storm worse.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?!” Nya asked angrily, “Jay just got struck by lightning!”

“Yeah, I know,” Cole grunted, “and that was pretty stupid, but you do realize that the whole water ninja thing means you’re controlling the rain, right? I need you to get a handle on it before you drown the entire east side of Ninjago City.”

But Nya was scared, and Jay knew that. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, ignoring the wispy smoke still curling off of his palms as he hugged her. “Nya,” he said softly, “I’m okay. Lightning ninja, remember? It won’t kill me. Can you try to calm down, please? For me?”

He was still very much in pain, and he doubted that was changing any time soon, but he would rather not be wet and in pain. Nya returned his hug, her breathing ragged, and Jay pushed down his own panic so he could focus on her. “I’m trying,” she whispered, and Jay felt the guilt pour into his chest at his past thoughts about how in control all of his friends were of their elements. It was a stupid assumption on his part, if this rain was anything to go off of.

Finally, after a few minutes of careful breathing, the rain started to let up and the dark clouds overhead began to dissipate. Cole sighed in relief, his hold around the other two still as solid as a rock. Jay realized that Cole must’ve been using his earth powers to help channel his lightning and give him an outlet, but Jay jumped as Nya slumped onto him. She was exhausted, and he was more than happy to be her pillow for a little while.

Cole kissed the back of Jay’s head. “You burned your hand pretty bad, bluebell.”

Oh yeah, he did manage to do that, and his hand was hurting very badly now that Jay was thinking about it. “I know,” Jay whispered .”I threw a lightning bolt, isn’t that cool? I thought it was pretty cool.”

“I’m sure it was, but you know what would be cooler? If you two never did this again, and I never have to see you do the chicken dance with a pot on your head in a thunderstorm for the rest of my life."

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #whumptober day 25 #whumptober 2023

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ahses2ahes · 9 months

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Sun Rays

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x reader, kingdom/18th century AU.

Warnings: arranged marriage, language, chasing. There isn’t much really.

Summary: After your father tells you that you’re too be married off to some Duke you choose to spend most of your time horse back riding and the rest arguing with your father. That is, until you meet the Duke and he makes quite the deal.

Photos from Pinterest and Leto is from Dune. You obviously belong to yourself.

You had always been a wild being, something your father disapproved of. Especially as a Duke. You could care less, though, preferring to feel the wind whip through you hair as you rode the back of your horse and race through the trees with some of the stable boys.

You were rough and tough for a royal, lacking proper manners and in need of a serious reality check. That is why your father chose to have you engaged to a man about two decades older than you. A Duke from a land you knew nothing of except its barrenness and sand.

You had fought with your father constantly about it, taking any chance to bring it up at dinner or council meetings you found oh so boring to attend. He was insistent, though. He believed you needed to marry someone respectable and learn to become a proper person of the court.

You hated the idea, even now as you prepped your horse for a ride. You had gotten word that your husband to be had arrived and you did not feel like meeting him. So you had decided to sneak away and out of your formal attire down to the stables and into your riding gear.

Now you were with your dark stallion, placing on his saddle and closing it right around him.

“Is this any way to great your future husband?” a voice rang from the entrance of the stables.

You turned your head to see Duke Leto himself and for a second your eyes widened.

You had heard the man was attractive and while it was true, you didn’t expect him to be this attractive. He was rugged and wore a head of neatly combed back grey and black hair. A full beard adorned his face along with two beautiful dark eyes that held years of wisdom, but didn’t show a single worry. A smile also graced his slightly pale lips. His walk was just as elegant and sophisticated as he looked, his steps nearing you quite quickly.

No matter how beautiful he was, though, you could not forget your anger towards him.

“I have no interest in speaking to you,” your words were harsh as you pulled a strap on the saddle of your horse a little too roughly.

“Please, my dear, let us talk, there must be something we can work out,” the Duke said as he placed a hand on the small of your back.

Anger sparked through you quickly and you smacked his hand off of you.

“There is nothing to speak of with you, I will not marry you simply because my father told me to!”

He raised a brow, before a smug smirk crossed his face. God, it was hot.

“How about a wager then,”

The offer had piqued your interest, you straightened yourself out, turning to look at him with a brow quirked upwards.

“What would that be?”

“I get to choose a horse and we race. If I manage to catch you before the sun sets, you shall marry me. If you are able to stay away, I shall leave and never even look back.”

“Done,” you say quickly, spitting in your hand and sticking it out. An attempt to gross out the Duke.

He did indeed look a little disgusted, but he took your hand in his leather clad one, shaking it firmly.

With that, you both began to prepare, you even helped him pick out a good horse, one that could match the abilities of yours. By the time you were both ready, it was just after the beginning of evening.

“So, I start and you have to wait ten minutes to start the chase,” you said, as you looked over the greenery you had grown so fond of.

“And neither of us are allowed to leave,” Leto reminded “If we do then whoever has left is the immediate loser.”

I nod my head and look at him.

“Ready?” Leto nods in response.

“On your marks,” you say

“Get set,” Leto continues for you

“Go!” You both scream in unison.

With that you are off, faster than a flash of lightening. Hooves thunder the ground and trample the small plants that lie in your path. You ride and ride till your horses’ breathing is heavy. That is when you choose to stop.

You let him breathe by a stream and you stay there for several minutes letting your racing heart calm as you think.

Leto was quite the different man than you had expected. You expected him to force this marriage upon you and give you no say, but no. He was giving you this way out even though he likely knew how skilled of a rider you were and how well you knew this forest.

You continued to sit there thinking till you heard the thunder of something. You were confused for a second before you saw Leto, on his golden mare stomping towards you.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” you mumble out as you quickly climb onto your steed and zoom off.

You can feel that his hand just narrowly misses your shoulder before you zoom off. You thunder through the water, him jumping over it and staying close on your heels. You zoom through the trees hoping to take some sort of turn and loosen his trail on you, but it’s of no use, he stays hot on you.

“How the hell are you doing this?” You yell to the man behind you.

“You never asked of my experience in hunting and tracking!” He said with a mischievous chuckle.

You continue to ride, evading him through the trees. It was so close to sunset! Just a little more time!

You continue to ride, thundering north. He manages to get right next to you, his hand reaching over to wrap around your waist. You quickly pull off to the left and avoid him, but he is quick to follow. You now thunder east towards the palace. The sun is almost below the horizon. You ride and ride and as you see the clearing with the last of suns you cheer to yourself. You are too soon, though, because Leto is at your side again.

You watch as the rays continue to shrink and as you reach the edge of the first. Suspense is building in your chest as you watch the sun continue to tuck itself away. Just a little bit more!

His hand is reaching back towards you now, almost touching you. You’re almost there dear god you are almost there.

Just as the front of your horse is out of the forest, you feel yourself being taken off of your horse, the last rays of sun set.

“Fuck!” You cry out as you watch your horse stop at the edge and the horse you are now slowly halting.

Leto chuckles and pats the side of your waist that he holds.

“I believe this means I’ve won dear,”

#leto atreides #duke leto x reader #leto atreidas x reader #dune #oscar issac #x reader #writing

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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🤭 Number 45 screeeams Rhett 🌸

YOOOO!!!!!! Abso-fucking-lutely!!!!! So guess what honey?? This one's on me (lol).

Rhett couldn't take his eyes off you as you wandered through the back field near the main house. There was no work to be done that day or in the next few days, the cattle all ready for auction, the horses having been tended to and Abigail, the milk cow, her calves and her mate all wandering happily in the pasture with the little bells on their necks.

His eyes stayed fixed on you in that pale blue and yellow gingham house dress you had made, the very one that showed off your legs and dipped low to reveal just enough of your cleavage when you bent over. You went about picking small handfuls of brightly colored wildflowers, mountain daisies, indian paintbrush, harebells, yarrow, goldenrod, bachelor's buttons, fairy slippers and black-eyed susans. You looked like a dream to him, a wonderful, heavenly dream that he never wanted to wake from.

Rhett sat right up when you lifted the hem of your dress, drawing it up so far that it revealed part of your deep-blue lace skivies. It was only for a minute as you scratched a rather annoying bugbite that had been there for quite a while, but the sudden sight made his inner desire flare to life.

You came back to him, letting out a rather sad little sigh. "S'matter my peach?" he asked.

"I always hate when July ends," you told him. "Means summer will be over and we'll be cooped up in the house for three or four months."

Rhett stood up from where he had been sitting under the tree and drew you to him. "I know peach, I know," he told you.

"Don't get me wrong, I love apple picking, Halloween and all that," you told him. "But I miss the flowers and the heat.....just being able to go outside."

Rhett tilted your chin up so that your faces met, pushing his hat back just slightly so he could kiss you easily. "So whaddaya say," he said, before kissing you again. "We make the most of it and have a little fun?"

You hummed happily as his kiss trailed from your lips to your jaw, Rhett's arms encircling your waist. His hips pressed against yours, the stiff denim of his jeans against the thinner fabric of your dress....and something else with it.

"A little happy now aren't we?" you said with a naughty grin.

"Darlin, ya'll have no idea," he chuckled.

The two of you moved away from the tree and into the tall mix of wild grasses and wildflowers as Rhett carefully laid you down on your back. He nipped at your neck, your collarbone and your breasts, the obscene sucking and kissing noises throwing you quickly into a blinding ecstasy you had become familiar with.

"Please don't stop Rhett," you begged. "Feels so good."

You felt his stubble covered cheeks and jaw tickling the insides of your thighs as he kissed a little trail, lower and lower down to your core, hitting all the right spots he had mapped out in his brain.

"Don't clench on me now, darlin," he chuckled when you squeezed the muscles together in your thighs.

You felt your insides fluttering as he slid your panties off and worked his tongue into your core and the folds around it, Rhett's strong arms hooked around your thighs to keep him off the ground. "God I forgot how good you taste sweetheart," he mumbled.

You could hardly control the moans that were falling out of your mouth. It was a waterfall of moaning, panting and breathlessness that was music to Rhett's ears.

But then it stopped.

"Rhett?" you asked him. "Rhett, why did you stop?"

"Gotta take my pants off," he answered.

You snorted and laughed as Rhett first removed his maroon button-down shirt and then his jeans, freeing the large, throbbing monster-cock that lay in wait for you. You felt him sit you right up and into his lap, his cock sliding into you with ease, much more so than it had done the first time he had fucked you in the back of the truck.

It was a whirlwind of deep kissing and groping, his hands roaming up your dress and popping the buttons on the back to slide it right off. It wasn't long before the two of you were completely naked, Rhett's hips shifting and moving against yours, making you moan with each thrust.

"Jeez darlin!" he exclaimed with surprise. "You're fuckin soaked!"

You couldn't deny it if you wanted to. The noises that came from the both of you, your hips slapping together, the slickness, the heavy breathing, it was all unholy.

And you loved it.

You let out a squeaky little cry when you felt something hot explode between your legs, your foreheads touching, eyes shut and your lips just barely brushing together. It took a minute for the two of you to catch your breath, guiding each other down from the dizzying high and waiting for your breathing to even out.

You both lay in that field, skin-to skin with each other, a little sprig of bright red indian paintbrush in your fingers and perfectly content in the moment. "We could always spread some of those seeds in the garden," Rhett remarked when he saw the little red flower.

You chuckled a little and kissed his lips. "Don't worry," you told him. "I have a feeling we've already spread enough seeds out here."

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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18catsreading · 2 months

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Katja: he kind of looks like a horse to me. And you know what has --

Brennan: this six-legged tentacles cat wearing armor looks like a horse?

Rekha: yes, Brennan, and his tentacles look like horse brushes!

All: laughing, Someone I couldn't catch: Listen!

Rekha: So Brennan, if you wouldn't be so fucking rude, can I hope on one of these thing's backs and then try to attack it by using it's own tentacles like a brush and kill it?

All: laughing

Brennan: I --

Rekha: you know I'm gonna ask one stupid fucking question pe campaign!

Sephie: do it! Do it!

Brennan: give me an athletics check, give me an athletics check, give me an athletics check

Aabria: let's go! You have advantage!

Izzy: oh, is there any way I could cast Guidance?

Brennan: I'm gonna let you cast Guidance. You can add a d4 to this, DC 20

Aabria: uh, you have advantage cuz of the thing right?

Rekha: 16, plus --

Erika: oh wait, is this a strength check?

Rekha: wait, 16 plus athletics you said?

Brennan: yeah

Rekha: 25

Izzy: it's done

Brennan: oh my God

Becca (I think): add the d4 anyway

Brennan: okay, so Cinnamon runs up

Rekha: oh, add the d4?

Becca: add his advantage

Izzy (I think): wait is cinnamon jumping on top of this thing? Is she on cinnamon on --?

Aabria: roll the d20 again

Rekha: yeah. Okay, I'm rolling again.

Brennan: okay

Rekha: fuck, don't count that it doesn't matter.

Becca: it went under the seat

*all laughing*

Rekha: this one didn't matter either, so pick the other thing I did, 25

Brennan: I've lost - I've fully lost, I've lost it.

Overlapping chatter: it's gone off the rails, you've lost control. Control, completely

Brennan: yeah 100%< 100%

Becca: you still have me in the air!

Brennan: I still have Penny! So, uh, 25, cool, so Cinnamon is going to gallop up behind these ether beasts and I'm gonna say that cinnamon also readies an action to move again when the way is clear.

Rekha: cool. To jump on the king?

Brennan: go ahead, you made your acrobatics check. So you jump on one of the ether beasts in front of you

Becca: it became Rekha's fanfic

Brennan: so you jump on one of the ether beasts in front of you. do you want to jump on the middle one or the one to either side?

Rekha: if I'm trying to get to the king I want to jump on the middle one to get to the king.

Brennan: you're gonna will Smith from "wild wild West" like jump from ether beasts to ether beast, saddle to saddle like?

Rekha: I will do what you will let me do in this game.

Brennan: you leap, and you make it onto that ether beast

Sephie: oh my God.

Izzy: Which one?

Rekha: the middle one?

Brennan: the middle one. Are you going to do the brush attack?

Izzy: brush attack, canon

Rekha: yes

Brennan: amazing. Go ahead and roll your first attack roll

Aabria: this is the best day of my life

Rekha: okay, that's just a 15. Am I adding, like what do I add to it? The same as my?

Brennan: I'll tell you what you're not gonna add to it, your goddamn proficiency bonus.

Rekha: why?

Aabria: she's been brushing! She's been brushing shit the whole time!

Rekha: I'm proficient at brushing!

Sephie: she should get it, she should get it

*overlapping chatter*

Brennan: no!

Rekha: I would argue the only thing I've done this whole campaign is brushing!

*all laughing*

Brennan: oh my God. You are gonna add your strength modifier alone. These things have an armor class of 13. You hit on an 8 or higher.

Rekha: okay, wait, my strength modifier is this big guy? *Gesturing at her character sheet*

Brennan: yes yes yes.

Rekha: so that was an 11

Brennan: 11, so you rolled a 6 and added 5?

Rekha: yes

Brennan: well you miss on the first one, you may roll again.

Rekha: 17

Brennan: 17 hits, incredible

Rekha: so what do I roll for damage for a brush attack?

Brennan: it's own things do 2d6 damage so you're gonna roll 2d6 adding your strength modifier which is plus 5

Izzy: and so these things sort of have teeth in them?

Rekha: yes, if you look, I've been observing this for this entire round

Izzy: so you're sort of taking it and then puncturing itself

Rekha: *makes brushing motions*

Brennan: you're stabbing it in the head with its own spiky tentacle, yes

Izzy: oh, and you're gonna pull down

Rekha: I'm pulling down like I'm brushing

Aabria: you have to go with the coat

Rekha: yea, with the coat

Becca: it's the only thing you know how to do

Aabria: that's how you keep it shiny

Brennan: incredible

Rekha: seven

Brennan: plus five

Rekha: oh, 12

Brennan: so you deal 12. Are you doing any maneuvers to it, or no?

Rekha: I mean, I gotta right?

Aabria: yea, if you want

Rekha: okay. Do any of these maneuvers make sense if I'm on the thing? Uh, because

Becca: you're at 41, it wouldn't be the worst thing to heal

Brennan: of your maneuvers, you have riposte. You have push attack, push attack makes sense. You would not, you have movement left so if you wanted to hit it with its own tentacle and try to knock it off of the bridge with its own tentacle you could do that.

Rekha: yea

Becca: hit it's friend off

Rekha: would it -- can I dominoes?

All: laughing, Brennan's face goes 😑

Becca: may I --

Brennan: it's so, here's --

Becca: use the reaction to

Rekha: may I dominoes?

Brennan: may you dominoes. With all of my love.

Rekha: no

Brennan: I didn't, you know, and sometimes there's like a fun way to put it, but sometimes it's just, hey, no.

*all laughing*

Brennan: hey Rekha, straight up no

Rekha: okay

Izzy: you are right

Erika: it's good to have boundaries

Izzy: yeah! You're riding an ether beast

Rekha: last stupid question before I do your pushing attack. I can't also stick these two brushes *screen shows tentacles* in the ass of the king in front of me? *Screen pans to the ether beast king's ass* May I?

Erika: spits out her sip of water

Sephie: please. things come out!

Rekha: I'm just asking!

Erika: oh no

Sephie: bite him. Get him, get him

Erika: I need --

Brennan: did you just snarf, oh no!

Erika: I just spit

Brennan: oh my God

??: get her a tissue!

Erika: I'm sorry. It's fine

Brennan: oh no, hey Rekha, you want to drop a piano on his head?

Rekha: no, my thing --

Brennan: you want to paint a cave on the wall real quick and he runs into the cave?

Rekha: my thing -- my thing is available! You've got two brushes. I want to stick it in the king's ass!

Sephie: all in favor of sticking it in the king's ass, raise your hand

All: raise their hands

Brennan: this is not a democracy!

Rekha: okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, Brennan, okay, "Brennan"

Izzy: "Brennan"

Brennan: if that is my real name

Izzy: if you only knew what's in the --

Rekha: okay, so I'll do a "pushing attack"

Brennan: go ahead and roll your d8

Rekha: oh, yes, this one ... So that's a 3

Brennan: an extra 3 damage to the ether beast, now it's going to roll a strength saving throw against your DC, your DC is 17. It succeeds on its saving throw and is not pushed over the edge but does take that damage. You are still riding it.

Rekha: okay, um, so I can do a bonus action?

Brennan: you can do a bonus action

Rekha: I'm gonna second wind

Brennan: hell yea

Rekha: so 1d10 plus 9

Brennan: 1d10 plus 9 coming your way

Rekha: 15

Brennan: Katja heals 15 hit points from second wind. You are riding, Cinnamon's right behind you. That is Katja's turn

Katja: I love you! [To cinnamon]

Izzy: yea Cinnamon's jealous

Rekha: are you jealous?

Brennan: and at the end of your turn--

Rekha: no response

Aabria: oh no!

Izzy: she's pissed. Read, you're on read

Rekha: oh wow, oh wow. She's in the doghouse tonight. The fucking doghouse tonight.

Izzy: she doesn't like to see you riding someone else

Sephie: you rode someone else right in front of her

Rekha: I'm in the stables tonight, baby, oh boy

Aabria: she says that so much. There's no universe in which --

Rekha: anytime cinnamon gets mad

Brennan: at the end of your turn, Katja, Kurraghran is going to teleport behind Ostentatia and make a tentacle attack

Rekha: is he scared that I'm going to stick tentacles in his ass? 🥹

*all laughing*

Brennan: honestly yeah! You know, what do you want me to say? Yea, he's terrified. He has no idea what is going on.

Katja: he doesn't want one of his kids tentacles in his ass?

Izzy: he's gonna get an ass-full of rings in a second

Aabria: is he their dad?

Brennan: incredible

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #the seven #ep 4 stone temple pile up #aabria iyengar #persephone valentine #rekha shankar #isabella roland #erika ishii #becca scott #the chaos is amazing #brennan made the king teleport just to protect him from tentacle attacks to the asshole #it just keeps going #their player chemistry is incredible

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sugdenlovesdingle · 9 months

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It's FINALLY done! It's taken me god knows how long but the fic known to some as the Lou fic is finished!

The vet!Carlos AU nobody asked for.

Love and Lou (AO3) A/N: excuse the terrible title - it's 5am and I can't think of anything better A/N 2: it's a long one so get comfy before you start reading.

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“This is the emergency?” Carlos asked, looking at the small plastic container the paramedic just put on his exam table. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

The paramedic, TK Strand according to the name on his uniform, looked at him like he was crazy.

“Examine him! You're a vet, aren't you? Isn't that supposed to be your job? Or are you just the security guard who looks really good in a white coat?”

Carlos frowned.

“What? No. I'm a vet. That degree on the wall didn't come free with a box of cornflakes you know.”

“Good. Then you can examine him.” the paramedic said and started to open the lid.

“Wow, wow, wow, hold on a minute.” Carlos said, putting a hand on top of other man's. “Don't do that.”

“Why not? How are you going to examine him if he's inside the box?”

“I uh... Just don't want it to escape. I was about to close for the day and go home when you came in. I don't want to spend the next three hours tearing apart the clinic looking for an escaped lizard.”

“He won't escape. He's a good boy.”

“Right.” Carlos stepped around him to close the exam room door. “Ok. What seems to be the problem with... What's its name?”

“Lou. Lou the lizard.” TK said with a grin. “I found him and I want to make sure he's alright before I take him home.”

“You found him.”

“Yeah.”

“You found him where exactly?”

“Well... It's kind of a funny story... you see, I'm a paramedic...”

“The uniform kind of gave that away yeah.”

“Yeah... So my team and I... We got a call. This hiker in distress. He hurt his leg. Pretty bad break but we managed to stabilise him on scene.”

“Ok...” Carlos said, sensing where the story was going.

“And then we found this little guy.”

“I feel like there's more to the story.”

“I uh... Well... He uh...” TK took a deep breath. “He was in the guy's leg. But we got him out and now I need you to make sure he's ok.” he started to open the little plastic container again.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Carlos' hand shot out again to stop him. “You brought a flesh eating wild lizard into my clinic and now you want to let it loose?!”

“He wasn't eating the guy... He was just hanging out...”

“In his leg.”

“He might have been cold.”

Carlos just raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?? It's possible!” TK protested and opened the container before Carlos could stop him. “See? He's a good boy.”

The lizard squirmed in his hand and Carlos prayed to every god and saint he could think of TK wouldn't accidentally let go.

“Yeah. He seems fine. Just put him back now. Or better yet, take him back to where you found him.”

“But you haven't even examined him yet.” TK held out the hand with the lizard and Carlos was secretly proud of himself for not taking a large step back.

“He seems lively enough, I'm sure he's fine.”

TK thankfully moved the squirming lizard away from him again.

“Are you afraid of reptiles?”

“What? No. Of course not.” Carlos protested. “I'm a vet, I treat all animals. It's what I trained for. Again, that degree isn't just for show, you know.”

“So take him then, doctor Reyes.” TK said, almost daring him to do it.

“I'm not a reptile specialist ok? I'm an equine vet. I'm good with horses. This is not a horse.”

“Yeah I may not be a vet like you but I did get that far.”

“Ok so maybe you should just take your flesh eating wild lizard and find a reptile vet to take a look at him.”

TK grinned and carefully put the lizard back in the container, much to Carlos' relief.

“It's ok Lou, doctor Reyes here is just a little scared of you.” he winked at Carlos. “But we'll keep his secret won't we?”

“I'm not scared of that lizard.” Carlos insisted. “I just don't know enough about them to give you a proper medical diagnosis.”

“Sure. Let's go with that.”

“If you ever have a horse problem, I'm your man.”

“I'll keep that in mind doctor Reyes.”

---

“Dispatch… we’ve got a bull stuck in a car.” TK said into his radio. “I think we’re going to need animal control. And probably a vet.”

“Excuse me did you say a bull stuck in a car?”

“Yeah don’t worry though Grace, it’s not your husband.” He joked and looked at Judd who just rolled his eyes at him.

“I should hope not. I thought you were at a used car lot? Is the system glitching and did you get sent to another location?”

“No, we’re still at Happy Stan’s used car lot. Only Stan isn’t very happy anymore. And neither is the bull.”

“I’m afraid to ask…” Grace trailed off, trying to focus on her work instead. “Animal control is at a puppy mill seize with APD, the closest unit is on the other side of the city. It’s going to take them at least half an hour to get to you.”

TK looked at the bull.

“I’m not sure we can wait that long. The bull is injured and he’s actually stuck in the backseat window of a car.”

“They’re on their way. They might get there faster than expected.” Grace offered.

“Isn’t there a vet nearby?” TK asked, looking around as if someone would magically appear in front of him. “The poor thing is in pain.”

“I could make a few calls, see if I can find someone.” Grace said and TK heard her typing.

“We’ll need someone who can work with large animals. Maybe Austin Zoo can spare someone?” he suggested.

“No, no that’ll take too long. Animal control will get to you before they do…”

The bull groaned and TK just about stopped himself from reaching out to pet it.

“Wait, Grace, I might know someone. Can you look up a Doctor Carlos Reyes? I think his clinic is near here. I’ve worked with him before, he’s good.”

“Carlos? He’s a good friend of mine. I’ll make the call.” Grace told him and less than 10 minutes later a blue Camaro pulled up and Carlos got out.

TK walked over to him to bring him up to speed on the situation.

“The bull is over there. It’s got its head stuck in the window of a car. If you can sedate it they can free it.”

Carlos nodded.

“This is still not a horse, paramedic Strand.” he said, opening the trunk and unpacking his gear. “If you’re unfamiliar with horses, my two year old niece can probably lend you a book to explain what horsies look like.”

TK grinned.

“I just figured this was closer to your comfort zone than a lizard.” He stepped closer to Carlos “Unless you’re scared of bulls too?”

“I am not scared of this bull and I was not scared of the lizard you brought into my clinic.” Carlos insisted. “It’s just that I am still an equine specialist and you keep getting me involved in things that do not involve horses”

“Technically it’s the city of Austin that requires your services today.” TK pointed out.

“Really now? Well in that case, you’re my new assistant. Since you and I both seem to work for the city of Austin right now.”

“Sure. Feel free to boss me around, doc.” TK said with a wink, secretly pleased when Carlos suppressed a smile.

“I need you to make sure he doesn’t hurt me or himself.” Carlos told him, switching back to professional mode. “And try to keep him calm. No sudden movements, no loud noises, no raised voices, and absolutely no power tools.” He continued, directing the last part at the rest of the crew.

Carlos prepared the syringe with the sedative and ordered everyone to give him space to work.

“I need you to distract him while I inject him.” He said to TK. “He might get spooked from the needle prick and well… we don’t want that.”

“How am I supposed to distract him?”

“I don’t know. You’re a paramedic. How do you usually distract your patients from the situation?”

“I talk to them I suppose… Get them to talk to me. I usually ask about their family.”

“If you can get that bull to talk about his family to you, I will personally call CNN and get them down here to witness the new world wonder.”

“Are you calling me a world wonder doctor Reyes?”

Carlos smiled and shook his head but ignored the comment.

“Just make sure he doesn’t kick me half to death.”

“TK is a paramedic though. If he kicks you, TK can fix you up.” One of the firefighters said, earning him a smack on the back of the head from one of his colleagues and eyerolls from the others.

“Mateo’s right.” TK said, getting into the car so he was face to face with the bull. “If you ever get injured on the job, I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Carlos replied and carefully injected the bull with the sedative. “He’s lost a lot of blood. It should kick in fairly soon and you guys can get him out of the car.”

“You hear that Malachi? Doctor Reyes worked his magic and he’s getting you out. Well he gave you the good stuff so we can get you out.” TK said to the bull. “Are you seeing pink elephants yet? Or maybe pink cows?”

The bull snorted.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” TK said and turned to the fire crew. “I think he’s ready, guys.”

“You still need to be careful.” Carlos warned them. “He’s sedated, not unconscious.”

Carefully they freed the bull from the car and TK helped Carlos treat the wounds on his neck. They were just about done when animal control arrived and took the bull off their hands.

“Nice work doctor Reyes.” TK said as Carlos packed up his gear again and the other man nodded.

“You too paramedic Strand. But next time you get me called out to a case, it better involve a whole herd of horses.”

TK laughed.

“I’ll do my best.”

---

“Paramedic Strand, what is it this time? An ostrich? A lost chimpanzee?” Carlos joked when TK came rushing into his clinic just as he was about to close up, a few weeks after the call at the used car lot.

“No, it's my dad's dog.”

“A dog. Well at least it's something more common this time. What kind of dog is it? A Dalmatian?”

TK didn't react to his comment and just ran back to his car, Carlos deciding to follow him.

“I borrowed a car to get here. You're the only one I trust. You have to help him.”

“What's wrong with him? What's his name?” Carlos asked, looking into the car and seeing a large Bernese mountain dog in the backseat.

“Buttercup. He's my dad's dog. I'm watching him for a few days while my dad is visiting family in California.” TK ran a hand through his hair and from the looks of things he’d been doing that a lot already. “I really don't want to have to call him and tell him his dog died.”

“Wow, wow, wow, just calm down ok.” Carlos reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Tell me what the problem is so I can figure out what to do.”

“He has cancer. Or had. I'm not sure about the rules there, but he's been off all day.”

“Off how?”

“He won't eat and he's just lying around. I'm worried he's in pain.”

Carlos nodded and got into the car to pet the dog and quickly feel for injuries.

“I don’t see or feel anything… but I can’t really examine him in the car. Help me get him inside.”

Carlos quickly ran back inside to get a gurney and together they lifted Buttercup out of the car and wheeled him inside.

“Let’s get some x-rays to see what we’re dealing with.” He said and TK dutifully followed his orders.

“It’s ok buddy, I know it’s scary but it’ll only take a minute.”

“You can stay with him if you like. I just have to step outside because of safety… radiation levels and all that.” Carlos explained.

TK nodded and knelt down next to the exam table so he was at eye level with Buttercup.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time, I promise.”

The next few hours went by in a blur.

When Carlos reviewed the x-rays he saw a mass in Buttercup’s intestine that neither he or TK could identify and he decided to rush him into surgery.

TK assisted as best as he could but given that his patients usually had only two legs and no fur, and he was a little too close to the situation, Carlos ended up kicking him out of the OR.

“I’ll come get you when I’m done.” He promised. “Or if I need help.”

TK reluctantly sat down in the waiting area and wished there were other patients or people around. Anything or anyone to take his mind off things.

He scrolled through his social media accounts, checked his email, read various flyers lying around, and even started flicking through old issues of an equestrian magazine.

He tried to focus on an interview with some apparent big name rider and their protégé but kept reading the same lines over and over without any of it getting through to him.

Thankfully at that moment Carlos came to update him on Buttercup’s condition.

He held out a plastic bag.

“This is what I pulled out of him. It looks like some kind of figurine. Do you recognise it?”

TK took it from him to get a better look.

“Yeah… it’s uh… a tea infuser. I bought it for my mom for her birthday when I was about 12.” he explained and laughed a little. “I didn’t even know she still had it. Or that she took it with her when she moved here… and forgot when she went back to New York.” He looked up at Carlos’ confused face. “My family is… complicated.”

“Right… well… Buttercup should feel a lot better now it’s out at least.”

“So he's going to be ok?”

“Yeah, he'll be a little sore for a while but I'm pretty sure he's going to make a full recovery.”

“Oh thank god.” TK breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Carlos. “Thank you.” He mumbled, burying his face in Carlos neck

Carlos awkwardly returned the hug, not sure what else to do. His patients didn’t tend to hug him.

“Just… doing my job…”

TK pulled back a little to look at him.

“Thank you for being so good at it.” He smiled. “You saved me from having to make the worst phone call in the history of the world.”

“Well… uh… happy to… uh help I guess.” Carlos replied, trying not to get lost in TK’s eyes.

TK who was still holding him. Still smiling at him. Somehow even moving closer.

TK who was about to kiss him.

Carlos panicked, not sure if he wanted him to, but also pretty sure he didn’t want him to pull away.

Suddenly an obnoxious ringtone coming from his bag on a nearby chair killed the moment.

The two men jumped apart and TK awkwardly looked around, running a hand through his hair again.

“I uh… think someone’s trying to get a hold of you. It’s been ringing a lot. I promise I didn’t look who it was.”

Carlos didn’t reply, just focused on finding his phone in his bag and cursing himself for buying one with so many different compartments.

“Just dump it all out on the floor. It’ll be faster.” TK suggested and after a moment he decided to do exactly that.

Carlos turned the bag upside down and mentally cursed himself for not clearing out the mess of his keys, receipts, wrappers, pens, gum, loose change, some medical supplies, and a half finished bottle of coke that he didn’t even remember buying.

“There it is!” TK said and reached out to grab Carlos’ phone, at the exact same moment Carlos himself did.

Their hands touched and TK pulled his back like he’d been burned and mumbled something resembling an apology.

Carlos’ brain apparently could not handle both TK’s reaction and the phone so he made himself answer the call without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Carlitos! Finally!” came the reply. “I’ve been calling you for hours!”

He moved the phone away from his ear to check who was calling him, even though he recognised his mother’s voice.

“Mama?”

“Where are you mijo? You were supposed to join us for dinner!”

“Oh… yeah… sorry… I uh… something came up at work. An emergency.”

“And there was nobody else to take care of that?”

“No mama. I was closing up when a dog was brought in. I had to operate or it would have died.” He lied. While Buttercup had definitely been uncomfortable and the figurine would have had to come out via surgery sooner or later, things hadn’t been that urgent. But his mother didn’t have to know that.

“Is the dog ok now?”

“Yes, it’s in recovery. It’ll be ok.”

“Good.” Andrea sighed. “You work too hard mijo.”

“I’m fine mom.”

“Yeah, yeah, you sound just like your father when you say that.” Andrea sighed again. “Just look after yourself. And come visit your parents sometime.”

“I will. I promise.” Carlos said and looked at TK who didn’t seem to know what to do with himself and had started gathering up the mess from Carlos’ bag. “I have to go now. I’ll see you soon. Bye.” He hung up and threw his phone on an empty chair. “Sorry about that.”

“Sorry? I should be the one apologising. I made you miss dinner with your family.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t really want to go anyway.” Carlos said and sat down on the floor in a more comfortable position with his back against a waiting room chair. “I’m not very close to my parents. Or the rest of my family.”

“Why not?” TK asked, moving to sit next to him.

“My dad is a Texas Ranger. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps… I did not.” Carlos explained. “And then there is the gay thing.”

“Do they not accept you?” TK asked carefully.

“It’s… complicated.” Carlos said and shook his head. “But I don’t really want to talk about that right now.” He looked at TK, almost studied him until he made a decision and leaned forward to kiss him.

TK happily kissed back and grabbed a fistful of his scrub top to pull him closer and keep him there while Carlos moved his hand to the back of TK’s neck.

They kissed and Carlos’ head was spinning in the best way possible, but TK leaning back and trying to pull him on top of him made him snap out of it.

“Not here.” He got up and held out his hand. “There is a sofa in the office.”

---

“You know, when you asked me out to dinner, I thought you meant dinner in a restaurant.” TK commented.

“Are tacos and a picnic in the park not good enough for you?”

“I didn’t say that. I just… wasn’t expecting it. I feel overdressed.”

Carlos smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

“You look amazing.”

It had been about a month since that day in the clinic and today was their first official date as boyfriends. Neither of them seemed to be able to stop smiling.

“You’re not so bad yourself doctor Reyes.” TK said and the two shared another kiss. “I like it here.” He said, looking around. “It’s peaceful.”

They were sitting at a picnic table in the shade of a few big trees near the lake. There were some families around, a group of teenagers playing football, and some people walking their dogs. Busy but not too crowded.

“Yeah I like coming here to clear my head. It’s one of my favourite places in the city. Apart from the stables at my parents’ ranch.”

“Your parents own a ranch?”

Carlos nodded.

“Technically it’s a Reyes family ranch but me and my sisters grew up there.” He explained. “I basically lived in the stables as a kid. Especially after I came out to my parents and things got complicated.”

“So you’re a cowboy?” TK asked, green eyes sparkling. “With the hat and the boots and tassels… and the chaps… and a lasso.”

Carlos laughed.

“No. All that is just for show for the rodeos.”

“Pity…” TK mused, taking a sip of his drink. “I’d like to see you in a hat and those chaps…” he leaned closer. “And nothing else.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I can be persuaded to wear them… for a special occasion.”

“A special occasion like… your first official date with your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know… it’s kind of short notice. Maybe for the second.” Carlos teased.

“I look forward to it, cowboy.”

They finished their food and decided to go for a walk together, ending up near some stables with a little meadow where a few horses were grazing.

“I used to enter competitions with a mare I trained myself.” Carlos told TK, stroking the head of one of the horses who had come to say hello. “I haven’t ridden in years though. I haven’t had time.”

TK looped his arm through Carlos’.

“We both know that’s not true.” He whispered in his ear, making Carlos choke on air.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He sputtered and TK just laughed.

They stayed with the horses for a while until suddenly someone called out Carlos’ name.

“What are you doing here?” A woman of around their age asked as she hugged Carlos, a large black horse trailing behind her as she held onto the rope attached to its halter. “Are you working?”

“No, it’s my day off. We were just taking a walk and ended up here.”

The woman looked past him to TK.

“Oh… is this him?” she asked. “The hot one with the dog?”

Carlos blushed a little.

“Yeah. Iris meet my boyfriend TK. TK this is my best friend Iris.”

“Nice to meet you.” She said, letting go of the horse so she could hug TK.

Carlos quickly grabbed the rope and started petting the horse.

“Is this little Songbird?”

“Yes!” Iris said excitedly, letting go of TK and seemingly forgetting about him again. “He’s missed you. You should visit him more often. You delivered him.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been busy.” Carlos replied and laughed when the horse started nudging him and nibbling his pockets looking for something to eat. “Sorry buddy, I don’t have anything today. I promise I’ll bring you something extra special next time.”

TK watched them from a distance. The horse was huge. Carlos was by no means a small man but the horse towered over him. Though that didn’t seem to bother Carlos in the slightest.

“Do you want to say hello too?” Iris asked TK.

“Uh no… that’s ok. I’m good here. I’ll just… let Carlos have his moment.”

The horse noticed TK and took a few steps towards him, wondering if he had a treat for him.

TK immediately stepped back, giving the horse a weary look.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

Carlos looked at him and suppressed a smile.

“You cuddle lizards you pulled out of a guy’s leg, but you’re scared of horses?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m not scared!” TK protested “And lizards are small! You can just hold them in your hand! This thing can trample you to death and not even feel it!”

“He’s a gently giant. He won’t hurt you.” Iris insisted but TK wasn’t convinced.

“Don’t worry.” Carlos said, stroking the horse’s nose. “I’ll protect you from the big bad monster.”

~ 1 year later ~

“TK, your doctor McDreamy is here!” Nancy called out when she saw Carlos’ car pull up outside the firehouse. “You should move your clinic in here. It would save you a lot of gas money.” She commented as Carlos walked past her.

“So I can look after all the cats you guys rescue from trees?” he joked.

“That’s fire. We’re medical. We’re more sophisticated than that.”

“Right. You pull lizards from legs. Way more sophisticated.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Forget what?” TK asked, walking up to them and greeting Carlos with a kiss.

“Apparently you’re more sophisticated than the fire crew.”

“Yeah we are. Medical beats fire any day of the week.” TK replied, a little too loudly.

“I heard that!” Marjan shouted from somewhere further into the firehouse and TK laughed.

“What’s in the box?” he asked when he noticed the box Carlos tried to hide behind his back.

“It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? For me?”

“Yep.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“A special one.”

“Ok if it’s something kinky you can take it up to the bunk room.” Nancy interrupted. “Or better yet, wait until you get off shift.”

“It’s nothing kinky.” Carlos promised her and turned to TK. “But I hope you’ll like it or else I’m going to have a problem.”

“Babe… what did you do?”

“Nothing! It just sort of happened to me…” Carlos put the box down in the back of the open ambulance and stepped aside. “Open it.”

TK carefully stepped forward.

“It’s not going to explode in my face is it? One of those glitter bombs?”

“It’s definitely not a glitter bomb.”

“Something gross then? Did you put something disgusting in that box?”

“No!” Carlos said immediately then seemed to reconsider his answer.

“What?”

“I guess the gross part is up for debate.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means that you better open that damn box now or I will.” Nancy threatened.

“Alright, alright.” TK muttered and carefully lifted up the flaps one by one, ready to jump away if needed. “Oh my god babe you didn’t!” he said when he looked in the box. He reached inside and lifted up its content.

“You bought him a lizard?” Nancy asked, looking back and forth between Carlos and TK.

“A bearded dragon. And I didn’t buy it, I found it. It was dumped on the clinic’s doorstep this morning by someone who didn’t want to pay the surrender fees for the humane society I guess.” Carlos shrugged. “I know you love lizards and how much you hated having to let the wild one go… So I thought you might want to take care of this one.”

“Take care? As in foster?”

“Or keep. If you want.”

TK smiled and stroked the dragon’s back while letting it rest on his chest.

“Hey buddy, you’ve had a pretty big day huh.”

“It seems perfectly healthy. I think it was someone’s pet. It seems to like hanging out with humans.”

“Yeah? You like humans huh?” TK asked the lizard before looking up at Carlos again. “Wait, does that mean you examined him? Actually held the monster?”

“Shut up.” Carlos mumbled and TK laughed. He moved the lizard out of the way so he could kiss Carlos without squashing his new friend between them.

“I’ll take good care of him, I promise. Though I’m not sure how well that’s going to work with my dad’s straight out of a magazine interior… and Buttercup… but we’ll figure it out.”

“Or... you could… not do that… at your dad’s house… there is enough room at my place… for both of you.” Carlos said, hoping TK would understand what he was asking.

“Carlos Reyes… are you asking me to move in with you… with a lizard?” TK asked, cradling the animal against his shoulder like a baby.

“When you put it like that… it sounds stupid…” Carlos pulled a face. “Forget I said anything.”

“Don’t you want to know my answer?”

“I… uh.. what? Uh.. yes… but… I-I… uh… do you… want to… answer?” Carlos stammered.

“I do want to answer. And I’d love to move in with you.” TK stepped forward and put his free hand on Carlos’ cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. “We both do, don’t we Louis?”

“Louis?”

“Yeah. He needs a name, doesn’t he? Louis the lizard. Lou for short.”

Carlos wearily looked at the lizard. He was glad this one was at least used to being handled and didn’t just crawl out of someone’s leg…but he still wasn’t a fan.

But if it meant he’d get to wake up next to TK every morning, he’d grin and bear it.

And get it the biggest terrarium he could reasonably fit into the house so it could happily live in there and not run free. At least not while he was at home. With the way TK was cuddling the lizard, he’d probably carry it around on his shoulder all day.

“We’ll just have to take thing slow with Carlos.” TK told the animal “He’s still scared of cute little guys like you.”

He winked at Carlos who let the comment slide and just smiled. For TK he’d learn to love the scaley beast.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #my writing #my tarlos fic

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Runaway - Chapter Fifteen.

Okay, besties, here you are. The chapter you’ve been waiting for and rushing the notes to get to! Huge thanks for your continued interest in this little story of mine, I love how much you like it! :)

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As she was laid down on the bed, another bolt of lightning cracking the deep purple of the sky, the thunder booming loudly, Hannah tried again in vain to remind herself that he wasn’t hers to do with as she pleased, that it was wrong, that this was yet again another impulse she was acting upon without thought or regard for others, just as she had a predisposition to.

Their connection, though? Oh, the chemistry. It was like being towed by a thousand wild horses away from her sanity, away from anything that wasn’t them, him, this moment. Or more aptly, like an outlaw speeding into her life and taking her away from all she knew, into something brand new. Here he was again, doing the same thing. It wasn’t Manny’s fault, though, that she couldn’t resist him.

It felt too good, to have her longing for anything sexual sated by the last man who had done so as they shared hot, syrupy kisses, hands roaming each other’s skin in reacquaintance, her bra flicked undone, a breath catching in his throat as he rained kisses over her breasts.

“Shit, mamas. These got massive.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, biting softly, his body moulding to hers just as beautifully as it had the first time. Her eyes fluttered shut, his mouth moving to the other hardened bud, making her jolt when he bit down, tongue circling in the aftermath, his hand sliding down to slip into her undies, her soft moan at his fingers skimming her already aqueous slit daggering right to his cock.

“Mmmm, I think she missed me,” he breathed, kissing his way up from her sternum to her mouth, his hand trailing down, a shuddered breath fluttering over her tongue as he dipped his fingers at her entrance, relishing at how soaking she was already.

Taking his face in her hands, she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips plumed from the press of his kisses. “She did.” He knew her words alluded to much more, his mouth returning to hers, telling her silently that this, it wasn’t just attraction. It was more. It was her. It was them together.

If it hadn’t been for the whole mess of Michael and the timing that they’d met, they knew they’d have ended up together from that first night, and whatever mess surrounded them in that moment, it was far from what they enjoyed there upon her soft, white linen. His fingers pushed a little firmer, skimming over her clit, stroking it with gentle precision, her thighs parting wider in response.

“You like that?” he murmured, kissing her throat tenderly. Her reply, if you could call it that was but a series of gasps. “Yeah, baby. You enjoy it, because I ain’t stopping. Fuck, I missed you.” Oh god, he called her baby. It made her insides turn to goo, even more so than the hand between her legs, stroking her so expertly, she shivered against him.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” she wailed, his fingertips evoking something magical, her little bud swollen and sensitive, pleasure radiating.

“There?”

“Yes, right there. Ohhh!”

She could feel her clit bouncing against his touch, a touch that was just as good as her own in precision, but with the kind of gentleness that she felt staggering. She’d almost forgotten how good he was in the time that had elapsed between.

Her entire body jolted when his fingers lowered to push inside her, Manny groaning against her throat, her slick muscles contacting around him. He could barely wait to feel that same muscular hug around his dick. With the ferocity they’d dived upon one another with, she’d expected something with more barbarous frenzy. This? It was effortless heat, the longing and yearning played out in a slow seduction, taking their time, savouring one another thoroughly. That savouring continued as Manny began to kiss his way down her body, turning her onto her back as he slotted himself between her legs, enchanted by the way she arched up against him.

Removing his fingers, he pushed her thighs wide, his thumbs stroking over the petals of her sex, puffy with arousal, parting her before with a long, dragging lick, he introduced his tongue, the groan spilling from her mouth like wine, her nails trailing over his scalp as she undulated against his face.

He was greedy with her, sucking her folds, wanting to bury his face in the plush warmth of her cunt, his cock so hard, it throbbed, the urge to be inside her stronger than he remembered from before. She was liquid silk against his tongue, zesty yet sweet, and he couldn’t get enough. Just like before.

As he licked at her, Hannah rested back on her elbows, watching him do it, the sight more arousing to her than she could imagine, his tongue moving in a sumptuously slow roll over her hardened bud, her eyes crossing, head tipping back, a wail of pure bliss pouring over her lips. Her thighs twitched against the slow, tickly stroke of his fingers up and down them, one hand moving back to her apex, fingers gliding back inside her heat, curling at the knuckle and raking her deftly, his lips introducing suction at her clit, gentle at first before he added further pressure.

With her eyes virtually rolled back in her head, she collapsed onto her back, her thighs writhing against his face as she quivered and panted hard, being worked steadily to ascension with perfect precision, the moans tumbling from her mouth as her muscles contracted, Manny dragging and sucking her orgasm from her as fire roasted her insides and glimmered her spine.

“I think I owe you big time for that,” she purred, catching her breath before kissing him, the taste of herself on his tongue mind meltingly erotic.

“We’ve got all night for that. I think I need you to ride me into the bed before anything else, darlin’.” The way he arched an eyebrow at her questioningly gave her a very pleasurable stomach flip, moving from her position and letting him sit with his back against the black wooden headboard, moving astride him and clasping his cock. There truly was no turning back now, but nothing else even entered their minds other than how crippling it was, about to be joined as she steered him to her entrance and slid down.

They both gasped at the exquisiteness, their bodies blooming with incandescence, the hot velvet clutch of her pussy spasming around him. That viscid clench made him tremble, Hannah watching his abs judder as she looked down at him, drinking him in. God, he was so gorgeous, such a beautiful man. The sky flickered again as she leaned forward and kissed him, thunder rolling through the clouds while rain pattered against the window behind her bed, the storm just as potent as the sex they shared, except what happened in that bedroom was yet to gather any kind of urgent momentum.

She sensed it was coming, much like the storm outside, there was a palpable calm there she knew would eventually whirl like a tempest between them, but for that moment, she was drunk on the slow burn. “Fuck, I missed that perfect cock.”

“I can feel. Damn, you’re so wet.” She was liquid heaven around him, gently fluttering as she rolled her hips against him, her nails trailing his tattooed throat, making his skin break out into goosepimples.

She seeped over him like a mist rolling through a valley, ensnaring his senses, so blinding that all he could see and feel was her, that moment, hands clasped to her back as his head dipped to suck her tits with a hungry grumble. He was tingling though each shiver, his muscles cording, heat sizzling up his spine as her slow roll entranced him, fucking him into the bed thoroughly, yet so languidly.

He reached between them, thumb stretching to her clit and beginning to circle, watching her eyes further dilate, inky and lusty, her forehead resting to his as she panted and cried out. There was no need for greater friction as they indulged the languidness of their tryst, but Manny being Manny, he wanted her beneath him, at his mercy, so gripped her waist and turned her so her back was against the mattress, only losing tangency for a moment before reaching between them to guide himself back into her dripping core.

Looking up at him, she licked her top lip seductively, Manny honestly having no idea how he hung onto the desire to blow his load in her right then. God, she was so sexy. “Oh, so this is how it is, hmm?”

“What, you being pinned down? Yeah, that’s how it is.”

“So, how are you gonna dick me now, gorgeous? Do I get it slow, or hard and fast? Either way, I’m good being pinned here.” Her fingernails gently stroked his bare chest, her tongue darting out to lick the column of his throat, Manny feeling himself burn torridly as he stroked his hands down her sides, not replying in words.

The thick heat of him arrowed into her with slow focus, his pubic bone grinding right on her clit, Hannah’s mouth dropping open as pleasure skittered through her. That’s how he chose to remain, too, slow, his cock dragging her core languidly, deeply, the tingling stretch of him making her burn as her body arched to his, adrift from herself with ecstasy.

“I missed you so much, HB.” He panted, kissing her, his arms locking around her, sliding up her back and into her hair. Oh, the sensualness, the feelings there, everything.

It just kept on building too, yet he didn’t speed up once. The pressure of his erection inside of her was perfect, the angle of each thrust having the same effect as dynamite, her fuse lit, prime to explode. When she did, gasping and wailing, clawing at his back as he nipped at her neck and lost himself, she almost felt close to blacking out as she shattered around him, her cunt throbbing on his dick as he spilled into her.

They were breathless in the aftermath, both worlds away from everything, the little skitters of pleasure beginning to slowly ebb away, until Manny looked down at her, biting his lower lip with a slightly nervous look. “So, we were dumb again. Have we just possibly made a little brother or sister for bubs?”

“Nope.” He let out an audible sigh of relief at hearing that. “I have an IUD, so I’m good. Hopefully. I mean, contraception didn’t matter last time. Your super sperm still found its way around the fact I was on the pill. Oh, and you fucking gave me HPV as well as a baby.”

“Yeah, sorry about the former,” he winced, pulling from within her, moving to collapse on his back. “Can I make it up to you?”

A smirk played her lips. “Oh, you’d fucking better.”

His mouth was between her legs again in an instant.

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lya-dustin · 7 months

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All is bliss

Chapter 53

Cw: grooming, murder, child abuse, fertility issues, magic, description of injuries, body horror, ableism

Gif by @daenerys-tarrgaryen

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @ewanmitchellcrumbs @darylandbethfanforever9

Rhaena ---despite Jeyne putting her foot down saying it was too dangerous--- was packed along with her stepbrother and their dragons and escorted to her father by the army Jeyne promised father and her half-sister, Nettles.

Why, she isn’t sure, but Nettles thinks it’s to show off their dragons and make the Greens shit themselves.

“I do not like him.” Her eight and ten year old half-sister made her displeasure known after Ser Corwyn, a man of eight and twenty, helps her onto her horse.

“But I do, Nettie.” The girl said playing with the red ribbon he gave her back in the Eyrie. He was handsome, and great at jousting, and if Nettles was into boys, she’d find it very attractive when he takes off his tunic when he spars.

Rhaena had scarcely turned five and ten ---two weeks ago--- when the lords and knights in Lady Jeyne’s court begin to fight for her attention. She supposed it was her turn since everyone’s getting betrothed.

Baela is betrothed to the heir of House Rowan who Lady Jeyne claims is part of a conspiracy to kill Aegon and make Aemma queen. Aegon was led to believe by his councilors he had truly become loyal to him, and the Usurper believed them.

Joanna Westerling has sent a raven to father offering herself or his choice of her four daughters in exchange for ridding her of the Red Kraken. Father had ---according to Nettles--- chosen the widow as her bravery had him rooting for her despite her allegiance.

Rhaena has plenty of offers, but the choice is up to father, unfortunately.

Kermit Tully offers himself as a groom for Rhaena, as does three- and ten-year-old Bloody Benjicot Blackwood, Jason Lannister, Lord Manderley’s heir, Lord Tarly and Ser Corwyn Corbray.

Rhaena would gladly choose Ser Corwyn if it were up to her. It wasn’t fair mama married papa out of love, she tells her sister when she says he is too old for her.

“Your mother was two and twenty, and he killed the Sealord’s annoying son for her. If Ser Corwyn cares for you an ounce of what Daemon cared for his two late wives, he will wait until you are of age and know your own mind, little sister.” Nettles points out and changed the topic. “Do you think Vhagar knows Morning is hers?”

“Yes, when Aemond was Aemma’s hostage Vhagar would let her curl up beside her, she even let us get on her saddle. Unless you try to command your parent’s dragon, they don’t harm you. When Baela trained Moondancer for fighting, Vhagar refused to hurt her. Caraxes has no such problem, but that is because Caraxes is a jerk.” Rhaena explained wondering why she’d ask that.

Morning was as large as a colt now; the freedom of the mountain helped her grow as if she were a wild dragon like Nettles’ Sheepstealer. She was not a fighter, she needed training for it, but if she were to be around and hurt, Vhagar would have no other choice than to rescue her hatchling.

“Why does father want me there?”

“Baela’s escaping Kingslanding as we speak, Daemon wants Vhagar out of the fight and the only way to do it is if her hatchlings lead her away from the battle.”

Prince Aenys suckles at Alys’ teat as if she hadn’t bound his life to hers. The babe would live as long as she did while he was still at her breast.

It served as insurance, and the only way the babe lives. Had he been handed off to an ordinary woman, the babe would have been blue by morning.

Alys had done this before. With Ida’s first boy, Simon’s eldest grandson and the housekeeper’s bastard girl. They all lived long and healthy lives, save for little Simon who she felt Daemon bring down Dark Sister on him.

Every dying child she nurses becomes tied to her.

She cannot give life, but she may nurture it. A small consolation for when your gods take away your chance to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary man and give birth to perfectly ordinary children.

Her husband had been killed by the same demon he sired on her; Larys’ horrible mama had been killed by the demon Alys gave birth to when she gave King Viserys her maidenhead.

She had prayed for a chance to get away from her stepmother who believed her to be the reason Larys was born the way he was.

The gods answered, just not the way she had hoped.

Her mother, a witch from Oldtown, had been proud, her father toyed with the valyrian steel link in his old chain as she tearfully explained her situation when three- and ten-year-old Harwin found her cradling Willam’s body in her bloody bed.

After that Alys honed her skills while father and Harwin helped erase any evidence of her …experiments out of love for her.

Her sisters remained blissfully unaware of it all, Larys loathed her for she knew his true nature, but Harwin adored her as all little brothers adore their big sisters.

As thanks for keeping her secrets, Alys kept the curse of Harren the Black at bay. The curse that plagued Harwin since Lady Beatrice Rowan gave birth to him on an unlucky day.

He had nightmares of fires, of being locked in his rooms and Larys laughing as he beats the door bloody until he burns alive.

Alys used all her arts to keep her brother alive, as long as she never left the castle it would not claim sweet Harwin who was so much more than just the Breakbones.

Then one night, Larys drugged her with sweetsleep and locked her in a cottage in the woods just outside the grounds to kill their father and brother.

Same brother Larys envied for being everything he wasn’t.

He wants her dead, now that he has lost everything for betting on the wrong horse. He killed his kin for a cursed castle, so she let it all fall on his frail shoulders.

Once he is dead, Ida’s sons with Lord Whent will inherit the title and lands that come with Harrenhal. Osbert Whent, a boy of four who would need a regent. Someone Ida knows would die and kill for him.

And that someone is his beloved auntie, Alys.

“The babe dies if I die.” She tells him as she continues to care for the baby prince.

“The babe is a bastard, he has as much value as you do, sweet sister.” Her brother said with a smile. “The little queen will have others. She doesn’t even love the babe, perhaps she may thank me for ridding her of it.”

“You do not know the rage of a mother, Larys. Even if she claims not to love her son, her blood will not let her rest until he is avenged.” The witch chided him for thinking all mothers were as cruel as his.

Lara Strong had made it loud and clear that she’d been disappointed in her son. She wanted a son better than Harwin who had always seemed uncannily perfect.

Larys, while loved by his father and siblings, loathed them for believing in the venom his mother raised him on. Hated them so much he became a kinslayer thinking he could fill that void in him with wealth and a title.

Nothing more terrible in this world than to live without ever knowing love.

“So you say, sweet sister, so you say.”

“The Silent Sisters’ said it was beyond their ability to embalm her, the most they could was wrap her as tightly as they could.” He murmured squeezing his eye shut as if trying to will the memory of it away.

Usually, he is the one holding her, and tonight Aemma returns the favor. She braids his hair, helps him remove his false eye and when he asks her to comfort him in the way he had assumed, she turns him down as she has not fully recovered from the birth.

“I’m sorry you had to see it.” Aemma whispered tucking him under her chin as he is fond of doing with her.

Alicent’s death had been so gruesome she was wrapped in linen drenched in fragrant oils like a Valyrian instead of having her body embalmed as it was typical for Andal funerals. The spikes had torn through too much, even now some pieces of her clothes were stuck under the worst ones she fell on.

Whether she took her own life or was murdered was an entirely different beast. The only one in the room was Alys who swore on the Seven-pointed star she was burping Aenys on the other side of the nursery when it happened.

Not that they believed her, but they can’t change Aenys’ wetnurse without risking the babe becoming ill or worse, dying.

Even if grandfather’s and Aemond’s theory that she used her dark arts to kill her mother were true, they would have to postpone any trial and execution after Aenys has been weaned.

That would mean Daemon must wait another year to avenge her mother as he vowed that day she died.

“What are you thinking?” he asks turning so he could rest his head on her breast. If you saw him like this, you wouldn’t believe he was the same haughty prick you see in public.

“The same woman who killed your mother and mine is the same who nurses our son. We’ll have to wait until he is weaned to kill her.” She answered and he quietly chuckled.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll kill him?”

A good question. One her grandfather and Baela and Jena and even Aegon had asked her since Alicent’s murder.

“No, self-preservation trumps all, she knows the moment anyone gets a whiff ---real or imagined--- of her mistreating the Prince of Dragonstone she is dragon food. Why do you think all your brother’s supporters are flocking to me now that the end is nigh, dear husband?”

Most courtiers had turned Green to keep themselves alive and with all their wealth, now they switch their cloaks for black to do the same. While Aemma will spare them, she will still punish them for their treachery.

They didn’t learn anything from when Jaehaerys spared their forefathers, this time Aemma intends to make the lesson stick.

They must learn the world cannot have a second Otto Hightower.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss (in the court of aemma the great)#all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #aemond targaryen x ofc #aemond x aemma #rhaena of pentos #nettles #alys rivers #ewan mitchell

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himbeaux-on-ice · 2 years

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the insane thing(s) that happened to me yesterday

god uh where to begin uhhhh right. okay. so.

I have lived in Nova Scotia, within an hour of Halifax, my entire life. and of the four(?) Stanley Cup parades that have occurred in the city within that time, due to a variety of circumstances I've never gotten to attend a damn one. I've never so much as laid eyes on the damn thing in person. this has vexed me mildly for years

originally, I lamented that Nate had scheduled his parade on a deeply inconvenient day for me personally, but then schedules changed and it turns out there was actually a good chance I would, potentially, be free at the time of the parade, albeit stuck on the wrong side of the harbour. sure enough, my boss was an absolute g and let us all leave when we ran out of things to do in the morning, so I immediately beelined it across the harbour via transit (including a VERY crowded ferry) just in time to meet my roommate at the library and watch Nate’s parade go by from the air-conditioned third floor window, because my roommate is a genius.

there he is all tiny and holding the thing! wow! and also saw Cogs and Landy in their horse-drawn cart lol. alright well that took two seconds, bucket list item complete, time to go I guess!

I then split off from roommate, who wants to save money by making lunch at home, and head further downtown to get a burger and a vodka soda from Five Guys. then I wander over to Grand Parade to catch the end of Nate’s little speech, and yet another distant glimpse of the man and his Cup!

again, emphasis on distant.

alright well that’s done, now time to go find a spot to eat my burger and finish this drink. on impulse, I decide to wander slowly down to the waterfront to my favourite snack shack to get a slushie and try to find a seat by the water. it’s eight million degrees out so everyone on earth has the same idea and the line is super duper long and the area is incredibly crowded. but whatever, I have no place better to be today. I'll wait.

while I’m standing in line is when I start to notice the people moving through the crowd carrying columns of burgundy, blue and white balloons.

at first I think that they must have swiped them from the festivities on Grand Parade, which is an amusing thought. but then I realize they’re taking them into the staff entrance at the back of a large boardwalk patio restaurant, the Salt Box Beer Garden. watching them, I also start to notice that an entire half of the restaurant has been tarped off, is visibly empty of patrons (during a very busy boardwalk lunch hour on a beautiful Saturday afternoon), and has a small portable washroom trailer like the kind you can rent for nice weddings set up inside the cordon. as I watch, I can see employees moving the balloon towers around and hanging up some Avalanche jerseys around the patio, and doing wild things like polishing the handrails and going after cobwebs in corners nobody will ever look in with a broom. the kind of stuff you do when you have important guests coming over.

slushie in hand, I am now intrigued, and beginning to suspect what this is - the Beer Garden must be rented out for whatever post-parade party is gonna be held once Nate and the Cup are done touring the city later today. it's mid-afternoon, absolutely lovely down here by the water, and I have no obligations, so I set up at a picnic table with a decent view, pour the rest of the vodka soda into my slushie, dig into the burger, and amuse myself with observing the goings-on and relaying what I'm seeing to a few friends. this is an area of town that I often hang around in on warm days anyway, so even if I sit here all day and see nothing, that's by no means a waste of an afternoon. maybe if I stick around long enough, I can get a little closer glimpse of some of the NHLers over the tarp, or of the Cup! perhaps even the so-far-elusive Sid the Kid...

several very chill boardwalk hours later, it's a bit after five, the band has started up inside, and the security guys who showed up a while ago have begun letting people who show up and say the right things in through a gate to the left of those trash cans. I've gone through a second slushie, had my picnic table stolen by a family of tourists while I was sitting at it (leading me to move down onto the steps in front of it, which are closer to the gate and comfier anyway), and had a very relaxing afternoon. I'm clearly not the only person who has caught on and started hanging around, either, as by now there are a lot of other people standing about on the steps. my portable battery pack has finally died and I'm starting to do the math on how much longer I can stick around before I have to leave.

then, while fiddling with my phone, I hear a kid on the steps to my left shriek "OH MY GOD IT'S HIM!!" as the crowd breaks into excited murmurs.

I look up, then look down the boardwalk to my right.

reader, if I'd stood up and taken four steps forward, I could've touched the damn thing.

(and then presumably been tackled by that large bearded man, who seemed to be some kind of security)

Nate raised the Cup for the little gathered crowd as we whooped, and then took it into the already-started party to the sound of delighted welcoming cheers. those of us on the boardwalk mostly stood around murmuring to each other, like, "wow, did that really just happen?" and then we all sorta dispersed our separate ways. I went to buy a Beavertail pastry and find a power outlet, and then departed into the warm summer night.

and to think, a week ago, I hadn't even expected to make it to the damn parade!! I'll never resist the urge to go buy a slushie again

(the second insane thing that happened to me actually deserves its own post, but let's just say I also had a little cryptid sighting...)

#iiiiiiinsane #pls be normal with this post that's all i ask #nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche #nate mackinnon #stanley cup #the stanley cup #long post

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woodstoneb-b · 22 days

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When we last left our Ghostly friends, Thor was engaged in a battle with the laundry overrunning the mansion (rest assured, in real life your laundry will never pile up when you stay with us!)

OK...once again the game seems to know we're dealing with ghosts... that looks seriously uncomfortable though...

Thor: If Thor only feels discomfort during a battle, Thor has done very well!

Thor: Yes!! Thor has triumphed! No clothing shall ever defy me again!

Ooookay...

Trevor: Awesome work, Big Guy! You kicked that laundry in the ass!

Damnit, No Pants, don't encourage him *shakes head*

Right, not sure what to make of No-Pants and Hetty hanging out with each other all the time...

Trevor: Hey, we have heaps in common!

Hetty: I don't like to advertise it too much, but Trevor does indeed have the most interesting stories about modern business practices. No orphans required, but the returns are just as good!

Ooookaaaay...

Isaac: Excuse me! Can't a gentleman undertake his daily ablutions in privacy?!

In the meantime our resident Jazz singer (if you hear ghostly tunes while staying here, you can be rest assured. It's Alberta!) is putting on a concert for her fellow ghosts.

Alberta: Thank God this is only a photo, because apparently I gotta start from the bottom in this game of yours and my piano skills are terrible!

Alberta: Although, my man Trev is being supportive, as always.

Trevor: Hey, supporting bros is what bro's do.

Sure, although I don't think Alberta's gonna return the favour with your painting there, because yikes

Ooo what's this, Trevor and Flower having an argument...over electronics?

Trevor: Hey c'mon, are you telling me you don't think TV is the greatest invention ever? You think it's the washing machine?

Flower: Hey, man, ask your girlfriend about the benefits of a washing machine...

Trevor: Oh yeah... :D

Wait...girlfriend?

Flower: Jay, you gotta keep up.

Albert: Girl, I can't believe there was a secret passage in this place...and we never used it!

Hetty: Used it? For what?

Alberta: Girl...

Alberta: What the HELL

That's your outfit for the singing career.

Alberta: Oh, Hell no! I'm a jazz singer, I got a certain look, and that is not it.

OK, OK, I'll fix it for you.

Alberta: You better!

Hetty: Oh, I don't know, I rather enjoyed it! Reminds me of this small child who danced for our entertainment when we opened one of our mills.

Ooookaaaay...

I seriously had no idea our Ghosts loved reading so much!

Thor: Thor would like to read, but cannot...

Flower: That's OK, I can read aloud to you! "One day Mr Twindlewink went to the market..."

Thor: Thor hopes he was properly armed.

I guess having to read to Thor was pretty testing because then Flower had a day out!

Which honestly, I'm kinda jealous of? Like a swim, building a sand castle, seeing a wild horse, flower picking and roller skating? That's one fun day!

And incidentally, something you too can enjoy when you visit Ulster County and stay in our B&B.

Hetty: What in the name of our Lord and Saviour is this representation of me DOING?! Laundry? I never did laundry in my entire life.

Flower: But you learnt to appreciate washing machines in death at least, right?

Oookaaay...

Thor: With no battles, Thor needs other ways to keep self occupied, this thing called exercise is keeping Thor battle-sharpened.

Flower: With energy to burn! Bet Sim!Flower hasn't even been in the laundry!

It's kind of fun seeing what these guys get up to, Hetty reading and Isaac snoozing makes sense, but Sass and Trevor hanging out? Not so much.

Sass: I wouldn't say hanging out, more like I was watching TV and Trevor just happens to be in the same place.

Trevor: Hey!

Wow, No-Pants you've finally decided to deal with the clothing sitaution!

Sam: Jay, since you designed all these Sims, it's pretty much your fault Trevor looks like this.

Trevor: Thank you!

I wanted them to be accurate!

I did want them to be accurate, but then stuff like this happens...

Flower: Totally accurate!

Wait, what?

Oh my God, No-Pants, what did you do?!

Thor: The laundry machine is rebelling! Thor will go into battle and bend it to our will!

No, you just need to call the repair dude...

Thor: Thor is secure enough in self to allow that others are more able to take on the task of defeating enemies. But Thor can still be helpful in clean up.

Oookay...

In closing...this game has some seriously weird attraction system...and there's no better example than this...Hetty is attracted to the repair dude. But I mean, there's no shame in that, he's a handy guy!

Hetty: This is pure slander!

On that note, I'll wrap this up here!

Join us next time, when hopefully the laundry wars are over!

#ghosts cbs #woodstone b&b #the sims 3

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ellora-borealis · 3 months

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15 Questions + 15 Friends

Thanks for the tag @stochastiz!

Are you named after anyone?

No? Kinda? I'm named after a place, the Ellora cave temple in India, but I think my parents also liked the name from the movie Willow (1988), which has a character named Elora :)

When was the last time you cried?

Oh boy I think it was Thursday, I had a doctor's appointment get cancelled for like the third time and I was fucking Done

Do you have kids?

Nope, and I certainly don't plan to have any biological children. I could maybe see myself adopting or being a foster parent to an older kid at some point in the future

What sports do you play/have you played?

I rode horses for like five years, but it was expensive and the culture was bougie and I hated it. At school I played field hockey and softball just because we had a sports requirement (I converted to full-time Theater Kid as soon as I possibly could)

Do you use sarcasm?

I think everyone does sometimes, it's part of human language. I guess I don't use it as much as I did when I was younger, I'm too afraid of being misinterpreted now lol

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm maybe eyes? I notice them immediately on meeting a person and then subsequently struggle to make eye contact until I've known them for at least three years

What's your eye color?

Brown (so soulful... like [insert food comparison here]...)

Scary movies or happy endings?

I like a happy ending tbh, never really been a horror fan

Any talents?

Drawing and writing, I've been told, but idk if I really believe in the concept of innate "talent"? Like I've had a lot of practice doing the things I'm good at and I enjoy them, so that's all that matters to me

Where were you born?

Massachusetts baybee, New England gang rise up

What are your hobbies?

Writing, baking, playing Animal Crossing, making extremely niche playlists

Do you have any pets?

No but I am DYING to get a cat or a dog I am 90% certain it would cure my depression

How tall are you?

5'2" (.. smol)

Favorite subject in school?

English and Latin :P I was so excited when I got to college and discovered that Linguistics was a thing, like... wait these two subjects are connected?? you can study ALL the languages at the same time?? wild

Dream job?

God I don't fucking know, some days I want to be a tenure-track historical linguistics professor and some days I want to move to a tiny rural town and open a cat cafe and some days I want to have a stained glass studio in my garage and some days I want to publish six fantasy novels. What is life

Tagging?

I know it says 15 friends but I do not have 15 friends so I tag anyone who feels like it, go forth and overshare on the internet amigos

#just anecdotal things

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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The Viscount Who Loved Me {Eleven}

TVWLM Masterlist

*CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain - Feyre x Rhysand - Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: (see TVWLM masterlist!)

A/N: Thank you for reading! This chapter is lovingly entitled, "Bat Bois and their Lady Problems".

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

Dear Readers,

After last night's ball, my attention lingers on the Viscount. Not only did he share two dances with the season's Diamond, stealing her away from the Prince of Spring, but he even indulged her in pleasant conversation over lemonade.

I cannot help but wonder what's going through that pretty little mind of his. Perhaps our Viscount has met his match, at last.

I suppose we shall wait and see.

The Suriel

Rhysand laid awake in bed, wondering if Feyre was doing the same. He couldn’t get the night out of his mind, couldn’t forget the way she tasted, the way she felt in his arms.

They kissed.

That was it, nothing more.

It was inappropriate, to say the least, she was a lady and Rhysand would never marry. But, she knew that about him and she had kissed him anyway. She had kissed him.

And, if they hadn’t come to their senses, it would have gone much further than that.

They had come to their senses, though, had broken that kiss, smoothed out their clothes, waited until the swelling of their lips went down and then Feyre went back inside. Although it hadn’t been a part of their deal, Rhysand left then before the ball was done.

He couldn’t stay, though. He couldn’t watch her dance with anyone else.

He knew he’d affected her, but he had no idea that he’d affected her so. When he saw her chest flushed, her eyes so filled with lust for him that the blue-gray he usually lost himself in was just as absent as his brain was around her.

Because if he were using his brain, his exceptionally educated brain, he wouldn’t have kissed her back. He wouldn’t have even constructed this ridiculous plan with her.

He still owed her one more dance.

He dragged a hand down his face, letting his hand fall upon his bare chest. The sounds she’d made when he kissed her…

Gods, this is not what he’d had in mind when they came to their agreement. To get a reprieve from the young ladies of Velaris and their mamas, that’s all he had expected. Not to be enchanted by the Diamond of the season, to be entranced by her beauty and hung on her every word. There was something about her that captivated him, to the point where he was awake, nearly six hours after he’d seen her.

So wrapped up in her.

Constantly thinking of her.

Thinking of what they had done and all the things they could do.

All the things he could do to her, and she to him. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine. He had been with plenty of women, but none of them made him feel like Feyre did based on conversation alone, based on just being near her, based on the way his body went wild with the mere brush of their lips.

It was torturous.

Rhysand closed his eyes and pictured her face, pictured the way her hands swept across his chest, around his neck. Her body had hit against his perfectly.

The kiss had broken apart too soon.

If he hadn’t had any sense at all, he would be off his ass and on his horse, riding to her home and knocking on her window, hoping she would let him in. He wouldn’t, though. He was a gentleman, after all.

He hated himself for being a gentleman.

Rhysand rolled onto his back with a groan, fully aware of the situation he now found himself in. He glanced down at the pitched tent that had appeared in his blanket just below his waist and cursed Feyre’s name.

Which made him wonder what she sounded like when she cursed. What his name would sound like as a breathy moan from her full lips. What she sounded like as she came.

He was no better than a teenager, lusting after a school yard crush.

With a mutter about how she’d pay for making him like this, Rhys was tossing the blankets back and kicking off his sleeping pants, his boxer shorts going with them. One look at his painfully hard cock told him there’d be no rest until he took care of his current predicament.

Fisting himself, Rhys grunted lightly, followed by a shudder as he began to stroke, watching as that glossy bead oozed from the tip. He swept it up in a single pass and pumped himself.

As his eyes fell shut, he, again, thought of what Feyre may sound like when she came. Based on the noises she’d made while they were kissing, he’d be willing to bet she was more likely to moan than scream, but he wouldn’t be upset if she did both occasionally. Especially if it was his name.

The thought alone had his body jerking, his hips starting to writhe. He felt foolish, not having touched himself in years, but not caring. He would rather do this with thoughts of her filling his mind than being balls deep in a whore that he felt nothing for.

Which was typically how he found his release.

But it was meaningless, that sort of lovemaking. He had respect for the women that sold themselves, that collected gold for giving the lonely an hour of pleasure, had made good acquaintances with a handful of women that worked at the brothel down by the docks, but he had felt more kissing Feyre for five minutes than he ever had in an hour there.

His hand pumped faster and his head fell back. He cursed, his mind emptying of all thoughts that did not include her.

Feyre.

She had compelled him, had overtaken every ounce of his being. He knew he was in deep shit, knew he was setting himself up for failure, for heartbreak, but he was nearing that point of no return, of not caring. She would go on to find a husband and he would be nothing more than a distant memory.

The deep churning in his lower belly grew and his breathing was ragged, still Rhys continued to stroke his cock, harder than he should have, rough enough that he could feel the undercurrent of pain. He was already this far gone, was already thinking of Feyre in such inappropriate ways, he let himself imagine what those full lips would look like wrapped around his cock, what she would taste like if he got between her legs.

Gods, the thought of that alone almost had him cumming then.

He knew she knew nothing of sex, knew that she was, most undoubtedly, a virgin. The idea of her finding a husband at the end of the season, of someone else teaching her the ins and outs of pleasure, of her own body, of that not being him? It filled him with a sickening feeling he wouldn’t allow himself to linger on.

Letting himself go, Rhys imagined what her breasts would look like, her pretty, pink sex, the shape of her mouth as she reached orgasmic bliss. He imagined what the room would smell like after he showed her what true pleasure was.

But mostly, he didn’t need to imagine anything.

Because all it took for him to fall over the edge, for shining stars to rocket through his very being, was the thought of her beautiful face, moonlight turning those blue-gray eyes silver, asking him to kiss her again.

He came, the hand fisting his cock slowing until there was nothing left. His chest heaved, the sounds of his heavy breaths deafening in his silent bedchamber. He closed his eyes and hated that the first thing he saw was her face.

He pushed himself off his bed and stalked across the dark room to clean himself up. In hopes of finding sleep, he laid back down, but could only form one thought.

This woman would surely be the death of him.

<.>

Cassian wasn’t sure how to feel about his dance with Nesta earlier that night. He wasn’t sure why she wanted to dance with him, although he had a feeling it was Elain’s doing. He wasn’t sure why, was not sure what the purpose had been, but he had a feeling that it was not Elain’s intent to make him think about Nesta until wee hours in the morning.

He broke his rule.

He laid in Tanwyn’s bed, gloriously nude, smelling of sex and her jasmine perfume.

He’d told himself at the beginning of the season that he would lay with no one else except his future wife from here on out. But then he couldn’t get that aggravating woman out of his head, how expertly she’d danced and handled her body. He’d gotten a scent of her in a way he never had, spices and cracking flames and…vanilla. He wasn’t sure why the sweet scent shocked him, when this girl was all icy stares and hard words.

But it was stuck in his head, consuming his thoughts until his cock was stiff and his mind was made up.

He heard the woman herself finishing up in the attached bathing room and he extinguished a cigarette before Tanwyn could emerge. He’d already stuck one leg in his pants by the time she stepped out and a pout appeared on her lips.

“You’re leaving? I thought you’d stay.”

“Not anymore, you know that,” he sighed, dropping coins on her nightstand.

“It’s twenty now.”

He turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised. Her eyes were hard, her lips set in a harsh line now.

“Twenty?” He asked, chuckling. “You’ve always charged me ten.”

“Prices just went up,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. The sheer robe she wore did little to cover her, but he knew that wasn’t what she was worried about.

He scoffed, dropping two more coins, and grabbed his shirt from where it hung on the footboard. For good measure, he swigged the rest of the whiskey from the glass she’d offered him. “Message received.”

“Wait,” she said, following after him as he headed for the door, stepping into his boots as he went.

He stopped at the door, feeling frustrated and something else he could not quite name.

She stopped just behind him and ran her hands down his back. He frowned as he turned around. “What?”

“I don’t want you to leave angry,” she said, quietly, hands remaining on his body, now against his abdomen. “Especially not if this will be our last time.” Cassian's jaw locked. “Will this be our last time, Cass?”

Cass. A nickname his closest friends called him. He supposed that Tanwyn had become that over the years for him. At first, it was just sex, but he had grown to like their conversations, had grown to like staying in her bed through the night and waking up there in the morning.

“Yes,” he said, at last.

Tanwyn shook her head. She wore a smile that Cassian found wistful. “I don’t believe that. Our bodies move too well together. You’ll be back. You always come back.”

Cassian hesitated, then sighed. “I’m proposing soon. I’ll have a fiancée, then a wife. I may like coming here, Tanwyn, but I am a man of honor.”

“Are you?” She crooned, with no hesitation. She looked up at him, palms flat across his chest. “You forget that I know you better than most. I know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Cassian said nothing, nor did he move.

“Fine,” she said, quietly, and he couldn’t tell if she was angry, tired, or if she simply did not believe him. “I will miss you, then. You were the one that I have always looked forward to.”

Cassian let out a breath and cupped Tanwyn’s face in his hands. “For what it’s worth, I will miss you, too.”

He brought her forehead to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against her skin. She leaned up then and met his mouth with her own. She did not allow most clients to kiss her, for she found it far more intimate than any sexual act, but Cassian was different.

She always kissed him.

Cassian leaned back, his hands falling from her face, back to his sides.

“One more time?” She whispered. “To say goodbye?”

He slipped another coin into her hand. “No,” he breathed, “because I’m saying goodbye.”

And then he was gone, hurrying out into the late night street. He was wide awake, which was unfortunate because he knew both of his brothers were likely asleep, but he wouldn’t bother either of them. Instead, he saddled his horse and headed for home.

Which of course, reminded him of the last time he’d made this ride. It was early in the morning, not the middle of the night, but he’d met her that day.

Nesta Archeron had intrigued him from the very start, braid streaming behind her as she rode through the game park.

Unfortunately, as he rode now, there was no hooded woman racing ahead of him.

As he approached his home, he chastised himself again for thinking of her. That was what had chased him out of bed and into Tanwyn’s, and he sure as hell wasn’t going back.

He took his horse to the stables, putting him up and returning to his saddle to its rightful home, before heading into the house, listening for any sign of life from his brothers or the staff. There was none, not a single sound from any floor, and Cassian headed up the stairs. Rather than go left, towards the wing of rooms he and Azriel shared in the townhouse, he headed to the right, to where his office sat at the end of the hall, across from Az’s.

He strolled in, closing the door behind him, and went straight to a bookshelf along the wall. Opening a cabinet beneath, he reached inside and plucked something from along the back of the hidden shelf. When he pulled his arm back out, he held a small, dusty key.

Turning towards his desk, Cassian ignored the small mountain of papers he’d been pretending didn’t exist and aimed for the small lock box hidden in the back of a drawer. He unlocked it, moving small mementos and things that meant more to him than he could imagine. It was why he kept them all locked away, away from prying eyes and jokes that could be made, not understanding the pain each would inflict.

Then he saw it, the small box nestled at the very bottom. Flipping it open, he admired the ring inside.

It had been his mother’s.

Cassian hated his father. This was not the ring that he had given her. No, she had been buried with that, but this ring was far more special.

It had been Cassian’s grandmother’s and passed down upon her death to her only child, Cassian’s mother. She had saved it for him to give to his future wife.

And he’d had it locked away for years.

Now, it was time.

Now, he would ask a lady for her hand in marriage.

The only issue was that the woman he intended to marry was not the same woman that he could not stop thinking of.

Maybe Tanwyn was right.

He was not a man of honor.

<.>

Azriel stumbled across the floor of his bedchamber, hardly hauling himself up before he landed on the hardwood, face first.

He did not know how much he’d had to drink, nor did he care. All that he knew was that he felt good.

Today had been his first day at the Academy and while everyone he’d met had been welcoming, he worried they’d thought he wouldn’t cut it. Nearly everyone had either already studied somewhere or were published artists and suddenly, he felt like a hack that had been sketching in his room for years.

One thing he noticed immediately?

Paint was almost everyone’s preferred medium.

Barely anyone sketched and when they did, their final assignments were usually submitted in paint.

That’s how he ended up with three canvases of varying sizes propped against his wall, paint strewn across the floors, and an entire bottle of whiskey in his belly.

His chest was bare, but he had never actually made it to getting ready for bed. All he wore was his trousers from the day, his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides. His feet were bare and spackled with paint, as was his chest and hair.

He had already ruined two of his canvases, having gotten so frustrated while trying to paint a simple landscape that he intentionally sabotaged them. Now he stared at the third one, its blankness haunting him.

He took another step toward it, his body swaying. He closed his eyes until he no longer felt like he was aboard a ship.

After muttering a curse, he dipped the tip of his brush in the green splotch on his pallet and began. He was going for a simple starry night, a hilly landscape, but the second he put the brush to the canvas, his body gave up on the simple task of functioning and next thing he knew, he was lying on his rug.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, at least he thought he did as his pallet landed flat against his chest, painting his skin.

He swore he heard a door open and close downstairs. Az had no idea what time it was, had allowed himself to lose his mind and body to the art. But also, mostly to the drink.

Azriel craned his head to look at the door, as if whoever it was would be coming to his door. If it were either of his brothers, they very well might if they saw his lamps on, so scrambling to his feet, Az blew the lamp out that was closest to the door, extinguishing some of the light that would be streaming out from under the door.

The second lamp across the room was blown out just as he heard someone climbing the stairs and he quieted in the dark room. Now the only light source was the moon and starlight of Velaris.

Expecting to hear movement from the door across the hall from him, he was surprised when he heard Cassian’s office door open and close on the other end of the hall.

After he released a deep breath, Az’s heart settled for the first time that night, allowing him to really take in his room. Paint was on not only the canvases and wood floors, but also the furniture, walls, and, somehow, the ceiling.

Miryam was going to be livid.

Rhys might be, but at the same time, he may only be angry because he hadn’t invited him and Cass to join him in his artist debauchery.

He continued to scan the room until he saw his sketchbook lying open on top of the table by the fireplace. Buttery yellow paint had been flung in that direction and with a flash of horror, he realized that paint had strewn right across the open face of the sketch pad. Hurrying over to it, he prayed it was open to any sketch but one.

He didn’t know why he bothered, the gods hadn’t answered him in years.

Fishing his handkerchief out of his pocket, Az gently dragged the fabric across the surface of the drawing, wiping away what he could. He was cursing himself for his stupidity when he looked at what he could see of the drawing.

Even through the stain of the yellow paint, Elain’s radiant features could still be seen, as could the sitting room around her. It almost seemed as if she was sitting swathed in warm, buttery sunshine. Setting the sketchbook down, Azriel sighed, refusing to think of the woman immortalized on the piece of parchment. On his best friend’s future wife.

He would clean up tomorrow, he decided, knowing he didn’t have sufficient light to see. He also knew that he was more likely to stumble and hurt himself than to actually clean up his mess, so without even considering the paint that covered his bare chest, Azriel released the buttons along his trousers.

Flopping into his bed, he felt the sticking and sliding of the paint on his skin staining his bed sheets, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Tomorrow was a new day.

Tomorrow, he would show them all what he could do with a paintbrush.

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