#it should be fine i have like a week to catch up but holy fuck

[merverelli]

chase brody skates jacksepticeye told me himself

#jacksepticeye #septicart #chase brody #jacksepticart #jacksepticegos #just like art #oh my GOD ive had a rough semester #i had THREE WHOLE ASSIGNMENTS DUE ON FRIDAY #TWO OF THEM WERE REPORTS. THE LAST ONE WAS A VIDEO LEARNING RESOURCE. #it all got done but at what COST #AND I HAVE 27 LECTURES TO CATCH UP ON #IM 27 LECTURES IN THE HOLE #*moe szyslak voice* THEYRE GONNA TAKE MY THUMBS #it should be fine i have like a week to catch up but holy fuck #nightmare month #but all of my exams are online and open book so i cant complain too much u know #also for halloween i dressed up like marge simpson and the costume was all handmade #so thats why im so behind BUT i was the best dressed (not to toot my own horn i was complimented alot and told this) #(but also im tooting my own horn it fucking ruled im so proud of my baby) #so it was absolutely worth it #it was in a private function room at a pub and we had to walk though all of the tables/dining area/bar area to get there #and everyone was looking at me lmfao #i lived my model on the runway moment right there and then #people where laughing in their cars at me too LMAOOO it was a good night #anyway its late! good night! maybe more art soon idk man! #ily goodnight!

[borathae]

"Jungkook loves having a break from work because it means that he can make you breakfast in the morning and welcome you home with dinner."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: Jungkook being a cutie, cozy mornings, casual use of Bunny & Mommy as non-kinky petnames, kisses, flirting because they're in love!

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: this was planned for january but we all need fluff more than smut rn so i decided to switch up my schedule a little. i hope this can cheer you guys up.

You wake up in darkness like most mornings because you and your husband prefer to have the electric blinds down. And like most mornings, the first thing you do is look for him in the darkness by swiping your hand over the sheets. However, unlike most mornings, you can’t locate him today. He must have gotten up already, which was weird considering he had the day off today. 

Because of one of his countless work trips, he has this week off. He gave himself that rule. The longer the work trip was and the higher the stress level, the longer he'll relax at home as balance. He wasn’t home for a month this time around, so for one week you will have him playing house husband. 

Jungkook shouldn’t be out of bed yet. It was his second day home and he should be getting his well-deserved sleep. You have to get up for university, but Jungkook should still be snoozing. You have to see what could be so important that he is already out of bed.

You open the blinds with a click of the button you have next to your bedside lamp and use the growing light to get out of bed. You stretch your arms above your head, yawning loudly to get the oxygen flowing. Then you make your way to the bathroom for the mandatory post wake up pee. Once relieved and equipped with a glass of fresh water to drink on the way, you make your way to the living area in hopes of locating Jungkook. 

The faint sound of music calls you to the kitchen. Soon the smell of breakfast tickles your nose. So that's where he went off to. He is cooking breakfast. 

You smile once you lay eyes on him. He is turned to you as he is using the kitchen island counter to chop kimchi. He is wrapped in a dark blue kimono robe and a black apron. The long sleeves of the kimono he fixed according to Japanese traditions, making it so that they wouldn’t get in the way as he cooks. 

He is singing to the song on the radio, lifting his eyes as they catch your movements.

His face lights up.

“Good morning”, he says and keeps gazing at you as you make your way to him.

“Good morning”, you increase your steps, needing to be with him, “why are you up already? It’s so early.”

Jungkook checks the time, “I didn’t feel tired anymore. I’ve been up since five thirty.” 

“Why? Bunny, today’s your free day”, you whine, setting the empty glass aside.

“I’m seriously fine. I think jetlag’s still doing it to me. I’m making breakfast.”

“I know, it already smells amazing”, you say and wrap your arms around his waist. 

He puts the knife down and turns in your hold, lifting his arms so you could snuggle into his chest. He closes his arms around you, swaying from side to side as your bodies naturally move to the music. 

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against your head. 

“You should be in bed snoozing”, you mumble into him.

“I’m okay”, he says in a chuckle, “I feel really rested.”

“Mhm okay fine I believe you”, you give up and squeeze him gently, “my bunny. Shit, I missed you.”

“I missed you too”, he says and squeezes you back, “so much.”

“I missed you more. You know?” 

Jungkook laughs, “that’s impossible because I missed you so much that nobody could ever top it.”

You chuckle, “wow that’s a lot.”

“Mh-hm it’s a lot.”

You lift your head, grinning up at him. He retorts it, scrunching his nose. 

“You’re a stupid noodle.”

“Heh.”

“What are you making?” 

“Steamed salmon in a teriyaki glaze, multigrain rice, kimchi and miso soup.”

“That literally sounds like heaven, holy fuck.” 

“And I’m making jujube tea with ginger because it’s getting chilly.” 

“You’re seriously amazing. I was so down to eat soggy cereal today and now you’re treating me to such a royal breakfast.”

He giggles, “yeah, I hope it’ll taste yummy. I made the glaze myself and, I don’t know, I think I used too much ginger.” 

“I bet it’ll be amazing.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

The air fryer beeps, calling Jungkook’s attention.

“Oh! Food’s ready! Sit down Mommy, I’ll serve it to you”, he says and wiggles out of the hug in excitement. He skips to the air fryer, humming to himself.

You do as you are told and sit down by the round dining table, watching him scramble to get the food plated. You are wiggling your toes in happiness. He is so cute. 

“You look so handsome in your kimono, Bunny”, you tell him.

“Thank you, Mommy”, he says, but otherwise stays rather unresponsive as he is fully concentrated on making the food look pretty. 

“It’s a shame that I gotta leave for classes today ‘cause I just wanna stare at you all day.” 

At that Jungkook lifts his eyes. He glances at you. Flusters. Looks away. Blushes. 

You chuckle fondly, grinning to yourself. Of course your words would fluster him. That was your goal after all.

“And then later if you let me, I’d unwrap you like a little treat.”

Jungkook glances at you again. He is so obviously shy from your words, but he doesn’t let it show at all.

“Food is, uhm, it’s done”, he says.

“You’re just gonna ignore me, mhm?” you tease with a smile.

“I don’t know what to say to that”, he confesses, making you chuckle 

“You’re so fucking cute.”

He serves the food on a bamboo tray, setting it down with a kiss to your cheek and his left hand petting the back of your head.

“Thank you, my love”, you say, leaning into the kiss.

“Mhm, you can start already. I’ll just get mine.” 

And as Jungkook hurries back to the kitchen, you scan your eyes over the food. It looks amazing. The salmon looks crispy in a dark glaze and the multigrain rice has a nice purple colour to it. The miso soup is steaming and the fresh kimchi from Jungkook’s mom is served in a small glass bowl.

“The food looks amazing”, you tell him.

“Yeah, dig in. Dig in”, he dismisses you as he is terribly busy with scooping rice into his bowl.

“I am”, you say and chuckle. He is so cute. 

You pick up the wooden spoon and scoop up the first bite of many. You try to make it equal parts rice and equal parts salmon, topping it off with a piece of kimchi.

Jungkook sits down on the chair next to yours, resting his chin on the back of his hands. He is watching you intently, showing off his teeth in a sweet bunny smile. 

You take the first bite. 

“And?” he instantly asks, leaning closer to you as he is waiting for the praise.

“Mh”, you let out and pull a face of pure culinary ecstasy, giving him two thumbs up as you chew deliciously. 

He giggles, “good?”

“S’amazing”, you mumble and take a bite of the miso soup, “mhhm, mhm hm mh”, you hum, continuously giving him thumbs up.

“Heh thank you”, he whispers and sways happily, “eat a lot, Mommy. I made it with all the love in the world.”

“I can taste it. It’s so yummy”, you say and swallow your bite. You put your hand at the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.

“Mhm”, Jungkook lets out, twisting the front of your shirt as his legs squeeze together under the table.

You break the kiss with a ruffle of his hair.

“Thank you so much for cooking”, you whisper and smile.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle, his lips curl into a giddy grin.

“My cutie”, you add and break away to continue eating. The food is too delicious not to put your entire attention on it.

Jungkook watches you take a bite and eat it happily, then he finally begins eating as well, doing so with a frown.

“Mhm yes, this is good food”, he comments and nods his head.

“Yeah, it really is”, you agree and for the next few moments, you and him are silent as you concentrate on eating.

The amazing thing about being married is being able to see eating time as what it is. Eating time. In society, eating with other people most often means forcing conversation for the sake of friendliness. Foods get cold from being neglected for talking, bites aren’t properly chewed for the sake of conversation and tastes aren’t properly enjoyed. Being married to your soulmate and comfort means that those forced conversations cease to exist. You already have the greatest bonding time eating and sharing cozy silence.  

By the time the food is almost all gone, the conversation naturally begins to seep into the silence again. You and he were able to enjoy the food and are now finally ready to talk. Oh, it is so nice to be married.

“Will you go to afternoon lectures as well?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah, I have to. What she’s talking about right now is really important.”

“I see. Is it still about behavioural studies?” 

“Yeah.”

“Mmh nice. What you told me on the phone always sounded really interesting.”

“Yeah, it is. Mhm Bunny seriously, I can’t get over how everything is though. Like fuck college talk, your food’s amazing.” 

He scrunches his nose, “thank you, my love. I have another surprise for you too.”

“What do you mean? A surprise?”

“Mh-hm. Don’t make me say it yet. You know I suck at keeping surprises a secret”  he says and smiles his cutest bunny smile.

“Okay, but now you gotta tell me. What did you do?”

“No, I’m not telling you”, Jungkook says and gets up to flee to the kitchen. He giggles as he does, looking over his shoulder to check if you were watching him.

“Bunny”, you warn in a chuckle, getting up to chase him, “tell me.”

He is by the sink, loading the dishwasher and shaking his head.

“Tell me”, you say and tickle his sides.

Jungkook squeaks and writhes away, pressing his arms to his sides as best as possible.

“Mommy stop”, he whines between giggles.

“Tell me”, you insist, tickling his waist instead.

Jungkook turns and grabs your lower arm.

“You’re unfair”, he squeaks. 

You laugh, tickling him again just so you can get his reaction. Jungkook squeaks in laughter. He pulls his biggest move by tickling your sides in return.

“Ah!” you twitch away, “hey! Not fair.”

Jungkook snickers, “it’s what you get for being mean.”

You click your tongue, “you’re a little brat.” 

He grins, “and you’re almost running late.” 

You glance at the clock.

“Oh shit. Fuck, I gotta wash up”, you gasp and sprint off, “you stupid noodle you. You distracted me with your cute butt. Also, if I come downstairs and see you changed outta your robe so you could drive me, I’m punishing your ass. You’re staying home today”, you scold him as you run up the stairs, taking two at a time. 

Jungkook laughs. Seconds later, the upstairs bathroom falls closed.

Jungkook abandons the cleaning up for now in order to prepare your backpack for you. He would drive you to campus on other days, but you told him last night that you would take the bus today as you needed to swing by the library either way. Jungkook didn’t really want to argue with you about it so he just agreed to whatever you insisted on. 

But that doesn’t mean that he won’t make sure that you are leaving the house perfectly prepared. He fills your thermos cup with your favourite coffee, puts a water bottle into your backpack after making sure you have all the books and notes backed and he even slipped some little love notes between the pages you will read today. He hopes that you will love them. He is already so giddy at the thought of you discovering them.

You are stomping down the stairs again, putting on your earrings as you do.

“Have you seen my backpack? I'm going crazy. It’s not in my office.”

“It’s here, my love. You always forget it downstairs on Tuesdays because you come home so late”, Jungkook says, carrying it for you as you hurry to the coat closet. 

“Ah yeah. Fuck, did I get my books?”

“Everything you need is in the bag.”

“My notes?”

“Yes, those too.”

You scramble to get your shoes on. Jungkook in the meantime gets your coat so he could help you later.

“Shit, I didn’t get to make coffee.” 

“I did. Don’t worry”, he assures you.

“And water. I need water for later.”

“It’s in the bag.”

“A big-” 

“Yes, a big bottle.”

You halt in your hurried actions for a moment, looking at him in adoring disbelief. He is still holding your backpack and another bag in one hand, whilst offering you your favourite coat with the other. Your eyes flit back to the bag.

“What’s that?” 

“My surprise.” 

“Your surprise?” 

“First. Coat”, he says and helps you slip it on, “then backpack”, he helps you again, “now surprise”, he hands you the bag. 

You look into it. Your thermos of coffee is in there, a metal spoon and a pair of chopsticks wrapped in a paper towel as well, your favourite chocolate bar, a small package of salted pretzels, a tangerine, a banana and a metal bento box.

You look up to meet his shy gaze.

“You made me lunch?” you get out squeakily, pouting as your eyes fill with fond tears.

Jungkook nods his head, “it's something so yummy. I also packed you favourite snacks and some fruits for vitamins. But don’t open the bento until it’s time for lunch.”

“Bunny. Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cry. I love it so much.”

Jungkook wipes your tears away, smooches your forehead and then places his hands on your shoulders to lead you to the elevator. He calls it with a press of the button.

“No tears. You’re running late.”

You laugh, feeling your heart flutter. He is so fucking adorable.

The elevator dings and opens. He shoves you gently until you naturally walk on your own.

“How do you expect me to be normal after this? You’re the sweetest noodle ever”, you whine. 

“Thank me by thinking of me all day”, he says and giggles.

You turn. He is still in the penthouse while you’re in the elevator. One reach is all that separates you and him.

Jungkook lifts his hand to wave you goodbye. Just a few more seconds and the doors would close. It’s now or never. 

The doors begin closing.

“Good luck today, my love. See you late-eeek”, Jungkook squeals and stumbles into the elevator as you pull him inside by the collar of his robe.

You twirl him and press him against the wall, knocking a surprised gasp out of him.

The elevator moves.

“What are you doing? I’m in my robe. I don’t have my keycard with me. I don’t-”

“Take mine. You can open the door for me later”, you interrupt him.

“But. The robe.”

“Nobody will care. Wanna make use of the time”, you dismiss him and pull him into a kiss. 

Jungkook whimpers, grasping you instantly. His heart is racing, his knees are buckling. So here he is. In his robe, without clothes underneath, pinned against a cold wall as he is getting tongue kissed in an elevator. It’s not what he had hoped would happen if he made you lunch, but it’s definitely not the worst outcome.

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[azriels-shadowsinger]

Confessions (Azriel x Reader) - Part Two

wc: 3.7k

warnings: smut! minors dni!

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on part 1!! hope yall enjoy!

Read Part One

Once you are alone again, you immediately go in search of Azriel. Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear your lips are still tingling from where he kissed you. You don’t even know what you would say to him after royally fucking up that entire conversation, but you have to try. His usual spots were no luck, as were his room and basically the rest of the House of Wind.

He’s gone. Fuck.

The next best option to to go find Mor and hopefully sort through some of the thoughts racing inside your head. You find her in her room, lounging on her bed reading. She gives you that same worried and apologetic look from earlier, but you stop her before she can apologize again.

“Don’t say anything. It's fine, I’m fine. But we need to talk, like right now.” You say anxiously and sit on her bed with her. After you repeat to her everything that Azriel had said, Mor is beaming from ear to ear.

“He really said that? Holy gods, y/n! What did he say when you told him you felt the same way?” Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Well…. I didn’t. Feyre interrupted to check on me, and then he left before I could tell him anything. And now he’s nowhere to be found.” You sigh and try to hide the disappointment on your face.

“Oh y/n. I’m sorry.” She says softly and wraps an arm around you. “He just left? He didn’t even give you a chance to say how you feel?” She questions.

“Not exactly…” you draw back, embarrassed. “He was basically begging me to tell him I felt the same, but I completely froze and didn’t say anything.” I murmur and look at my hands, ashamed.

“Y/n!” Mor yells.

“I know, I know! I’m a gods damn idiot! This is what I have wanted for literally centuries, but once I finally get a chance… I completely fuck it up!” You flop back onto her bed in defeat, running your hands over your face. “I don’t know what happened! He kissed me, and I just froze! What is wrong with me?” You groan. Mor rubs a soothing hand on your arm.

“It will be okay. You said he wasn’t anywhere in the House of Wind, so he probably found some mission that sent him away for a few days, just like he always does when he is avoiding his problems.” She reassures. You nod in agreement. “In the meantime, you need to figure out what the hell you are even gonna say to him, because you really can’t fuck it up again." She chuckles, and you throw a pillow at her.

“Not helpful, Mor!” You laugh.

———

Days pass, and there is no word from Azriel. Rhys said he should be back by the end of the week and even used his daemati powers to request that he return earlier, but Azriel refused.

You try not to let his absence and your lingering anxiety about the situation bother you too much. On the outside, you go about your day as normal, but internally, you feel like a complete gods damn mess.

———

The weekend arrives, and you anxiously await any news that Azriel is back. You don’t even bother trying to be subtle, checking the hallway between your rooms every time you hear the slightest noise.

Soon it is well after midnight, and you begin to accept that he isn’t coming home any time soon. You wander down to the kitchens in search of something overly sweet to ease your sorrows. Several chocolate chunk cookies later, courtesy of Elain, you still don’t feel much better. You stare out the kitchen window while you eat, lost in thought of what to do now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move. You turn around to look, but no one is there. You were about to call it a night and go back to your room when you see the shadows in the corner moving ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat and you stare at the wisps of darkness. Could it be?

Two small shadows dart out of the corner toward you. Having been caught, they move closer and swirl around your legs eagerly.

The cool sensation makes you giggle, and you look down at them, ignoring the ache in your chest that it wasn’t him. But he must be here somewhere if his shadows are back. You rush up to your room, shadows trailing behind you. Just as you turn onto your hallway, you see Azriel standing outside his door. He stops and stares at you for a moment, a pained look in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he quickly slips into his room and shuts the door.

Okay, ouch. You get that he might not want to talk, but he could at least be civil. The two shadows at your side linger for a moment before slipping under his door as well. Once again, you are alone.

———

Morning comes after a very poor night’s sleep. You wait until the sun peaks above the horizon before stepping into the hall and sitting on the floor against the wall, waiting for Azriel. Half an hour passes, and he still hasn’t emerged from his room. That’s unusual, he’s usually up to train by now. You knock on his door, but the other side is silent. He must already be gone.

You make your way to the training ring, and thankfully you found him there. Azriel and Cassian were sparring hand-to-hand in the ring, and it was apparently a very intense match since they were both glistening with sweat. Azriel faces away from you, so you can only see his shirtless back, but holy gods his back. You can’t help but stare as his broad shoulders move and his muscles ripple. Cassian finally notices you after several minutes and smirks at you, stopping the match. Azriel looks behind himself in confusion, but his expression immediately changes to panic when he sees you.

Well, it’s now or never. He will just keep evading you if you don’t talk to him now. You walk over to the training ring.

“Good morning, boys. Cass, do you mind if I step in and practice my sparring with Azriel? I’m a bit rusty and could use his help.” You ask sweetly, giving him a very obvious glare that says to leave. You’re not sure what all Azriel has told him, but he catches the hint immediately.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I have to, uh… go find Nesta.” He hurries off, leaving you alone with Azriel.

Azriel takes a step, like he wants to leave too, but you step in front of him.

“What do you want, y/n?” His prominent dark circles and sad eyes make your chest ache.

“I told you, I want to practice sparring. Just like we used to.” You give a hopeful smile and pull your hair up. He sighs in defeat and steps back into the ring with you. His shadows inch forward like they want to approach you, but ultimately stay by his side.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk.” He mumbles. You nod and get into your fighting stance. He seems very apprehensive to attack first, so you make the first move. After a few minutes, the two of you get into the groove of it, moving so naturally with one another.

“You. Don’t have. To talk.” You say breathlessly between attempted punches. “But I’m gonna.” He obviously doesn’t like that, so he starts fighting back harder in an attempt to keep you from talking. You smirk at his increase in effort, dodging his punches. “Nice try. You forget who trained me.” The side of his mouth upticks ever so slightly.

“You’re right. That means I know all your moves.” He says smugly and avoids your attack. You try not to let his voice distract you, but damn, it’s so nice to finally hear him talk somewhat normally to you after so long.

“Last week, I didn’t-“ He swings at you, causing your words to cut off. You step aside and try again. "As I was saying-“ Another swing. You give him an annoyed glare and he just shrugs. “Azriel, will you please just let me ta-“ You dodge another attack. This is ridiculous, and it ends now. Quicker than he can react, you move behind him and knock his feet out from under him with one swift kick, immediately moving to pin his arms down and straddle his waist. Azriel half-heartedly fights back for a moment before giving up.

“Fine. You win. Can you let me go?” He avoids your gaze. You tighten your grip on his wrists. Azriel’s shadows wrap themselves around your legs, and you savor the familiar feeling of their chill.

“No. You’re gonna let me talk.” You and Azriel both know he could get out of your hold in a matter of seconds, but the fact that he doesn’t means he must be willing to hear you out. You take a deep breath and focus your spiraling thoughts. Azriel gives a silent nod, still looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Look, I messed up last week. I was still kinda freaked out about what happened with Mikael.” Azriel flinches at the name, his expression turning murderous.

“Fucking piece of shit got what he deserved.” Azriel mutters under his breath. You try not to think too hard about what that means, but the blood on his clothes last week makes it pretty clear what happened.

“Anyway, I was still freaked out, and then you were asking me to tell you if I meant what I said that night, and I just got embarrassed and panicked.” You take a deep breath. This is it. “I’ve spent centuries trying to hide my feelings from you. I even tried dating other males, but ultimately each relationship ended because I put you before them. And when you started spending more time with Elain, I got jealous and decided that I had to try and move on for real. So when you asked me to tell you how I felt, I just couldn’t handle the heartache. And then you kissed me, and every single thought left my brain. I heard you tell me how you felt, I heard you ask me to tell you I felt the same, but I couldn’t form the words Az.” He finally looks up at you, his eyes wide and hopeful. “And you left before I could get my shit together and tell you. So let me say it now. I have loved you, as more than my best friend, for longer than I can remember Az. I’m sorry I couldn’t figure out how to say that last week.” He looks surprised. "It's always been you.” You repeat the words he told you last week.

A moment passes. Then two. And then his hands are free from your grip, pulling you close to him and kissing you deeply. You don’t hesitate this time, kissing him back with just as much passion. Azriel’s hips lift slightly, making you suddenly very aware of your current position. You hesitantly move yourself to go from straddling his waist to straddling his hips, unsure of what exactly he wants to happen. He freezes for a moment, causing you to overthink and pull away slightly, but before you can pull back completely, Azriel’s hands grip your hips and pull them closer to his. He groans softly into your mouth, letting one hand move from your hip to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer.

One second, you are on top of him kissing, and the next he is flipping you onto your back, holding himself up with one hand next to your head while the other caresses your waist. His mouth begins to trail down your neck and onto the column of your throat, giving you rough kisses along the way. A small whimper leaves you, which only seems to encourage him more.

From across the training ring, you hear voices approaching. Shit, you both completely forgot where you are and how public this is. Azriel pulls away and quickly stands, reaching out a hand towards you to help you up. You wonder if the interruption will be the end of this heated moment between the two of you, but Azriel pulls you by the waist close to him.

“Your room or mine?” He asks with a strained voice. The voices get closer, and before you can answer, Azriel lifts you up with your legs around his waist and winnows you to his room.

———

Once you arrive inside Azriel’s room, he gently sets you on his bed and takes a step back, staring at you. You can’t tell what his expression says, but you suddenly feel very shy under his intense stare.

“Uh, you okay?” You ask hesitantly. He gives you a grin and nods.

“I’m great. More than great. I’m just taking a second to admire this moment because I’ve spent the pst week feeling like Prythian’s biggest idiot for confessing my feelings to you when you didn’t feel the same way.” He stalks closer to you, his grin transforming into a lustful smirk. “But now that I know you feel the same way…” he towers over you, gently pushing you back onto the bed as he moves above you. “I am going to savor this. Every. Single. Second.” He kisses up your neck between his last few words.

“Oh… uh, okay.” You blush hard as the words come out in a whisper and every thought leaves your brain. Well, every thought except for Azriel. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you, but unlike before, this kiss isn’t overly eager and desperate. It’s purposeful and passionate, but the hunger from before still lingers between the two of you. Azriel’s hands slowly slide up your waist, under your shirt. His fingers play with the hem for a moment.

“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear and softly bites your earlobe. You nod in response, but he pulls back and puts a hand on your cheek. “I need to hear you say it. You need to tell me exactly how far you want to go. I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Az. Please, I need you. All of you.” You plead.

“Thank the gods.” He wastes no time slipping his hands under your shirt and bra. His fingers graze over your nipples softly, causing you to whimper quietly. Azriel pulls your shirt off and quickly unclasps your bra, throwing it across his room. His eyes darken as he stares at you. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he immediately pins both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands. “Don’t you dare hide from me, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous.” His words come out low and gravelly, causing you to blush a deep shade of pink.

Azriel lowers his mouth to one nipple and sucks, biting gently, while he rolls the other one between his fingers. The sensation makes you let out a low moan. He switches, making sure to give both equal attention before moving lower.

“Can I trust you to keep your hands up there?” He asks gruffly.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge with a smirk. Azriel gives a low chuckle. You feel the familiar chill of his shadows moving up your arms and around your wrists, restraining you. Two more shadows start playing with your nipples and the cold feeling makes you arch your back.

“I always wondered how you would be in bed.” He lowers himself toward your stomach. “But it seems like you like to be a brat.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “And if this wasn’t the first time that I get to worship your body, believe me, I would fuck the brattiness right out of you.” His fingers play with the hem of your pants as he kisses down your navel. “But I’m gonna let that attitude slide just this once.” His filthy words send a rush of heat to your core.

His hot breath dances over your skin and he slowly drags down your pants and panties all at once. Azriel stares at your pussy with complete adoration in his eyes.

“You are so fucking stunning, sweetheart.” He groans and teases a finger around your entrance. “And so fucking wet. Gods y/n, you might have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” His fingers trail up to your clit and he circles it softly. Moans spill from your lips freely now as you buck your hips towards him. “Patience. I’m just getting started.” He smirks and spreads your legs wide, before lowering his mouth to your core.

Azriel switches between kitten licks to your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue. Your moans get louder as you become more desperate.

“More. Fuck, Az, more please.” You beg. He pushes one of his long fingers into your pussy and curls it, making you cry out.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, as if he doesn’t know the damn answer. His shadows continue to tease your nipples, while one trails down to circle your clit while Azriel fucks you with his fingers. You had never felt pleasure this good, this intense. Azriel returns to sucking your clit, occasionally grazing his teeth across it, causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly. The familiar feeling of pleasure builds in your core. As if he can tell you are close, he speeds up his fingers. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.”

“Fuck Azriel!” You yell and clench around his fingers while grinding on his face. Your orgasm rips through you like an explosion. Azriel draws the feeling out longer with his fingers continuously moving inside you—slower now. “Az, please. I want you inside me. Now.” You whine. He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin, his chin wet with your arousal.

“I have waited a long fucking time to finally taste you, so I will stop once I get my fill.” He puts his tongues back on your clit and gives it a soft lick, causing your hips to buck at the intensified feeling. “Give me one more like this, sweetheart. I need you to cum on my face one more time before I’ll be satisfied.” He buries his face between your legs, eating you out like a male starved. This might be the hottest thing you have ever experienced. No male has ever been so eager to eat you out, especially not this well, and definitely never twice in a row.

It doesn’t take long for Azriel to bring you to the edge again. His fingers thrust inside your soaked cunt as he sucks your clit.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Right as your release bursts inside you, Azriel moves his face back up to your mouth, keeping his fingers in your pussy and on your clit to coax you through the orgasm. His shadows release your hands, and you grab onto his shoulders as he swallows your moans with his kiss. You eventually come down from your high and take a steadying breath.

Azriel grins down at you like a kid on Winter Solstice who got every present he wanted. “You are breathtaking, y/n.” He kisses you again and moves his hips above yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” His gentle tone fills you with warmth.

“Please, Azriel. Please fuck me.” He groans at your words and lines his tip up with your entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod. He slowly pushes himself into you, one inch at a time. Fuck, you knew he was big, but this is something else. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod and lift your hips to meet his, encouraging him to keep going. Azriel pushes himself entirely into you and gives a low moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” He starts to slowly move in and out, gradually picking up his pace until he is pounding into you, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” He moans and drops his forehead onto yours. You feel your pleasure building again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit.

“I’m close, Az.” You moan into his shoulder. This causes him to slow down slightly, opting for agonizingly slow and deep thrusts.

“Not yet, y/n. I need to feel you more.”

Thrust

“I have wanted this for so long.”

Thrust

“So fucking long.”

Thrust

“And now you’re mine.”

Thrust

His eyes pour into yours intensely.

“I have loved you since I first met you, y/n.” He says in an intimately hushed tone.

“I love you too, Az. I have for so long.” Your words pull a moan from him, and he picks his pace back up, pounding his cock into you. His fingers return to your clit and he rubs circles, drawing out high-pitched moans from you.

“Cum for me, y/n. Fuck, please. Come on my cock, sweetheart.” It comes out more like a beg than a command. Your third orgasm causes you to clench around him and drag your nails down his back, probably leaving marks. A few more thrusts, and Azriel is spilling inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over.

You both lay there for a while, savoring the moment. After a minute, Azriel slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss from how sensitive your walls are. He heads to the bathroom and returns quickly with a wet cloth to clean you up. Once clean, he gets back into the bed and pulls you close to him. The two of you cuddle in silence for a while before he speaks up.

“I’m still convinced this is a dream.” He whispers in amazement while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll admit I’ve had similar dreams before.” You giggle. He turns you around to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve had wet dreams about me?” You blush hard and nod. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You giggle and bury your face in his chest as he pulls you closer.

“This isn’t a dream, Az. It’s real, and I really do love you.” You reassure him. You will tell him that a million times if that’s what it takes.

“I love you, y/n. So fucking much.” He hugs you tighter. The two of you doze off into a blissfully content sleep.

omg okay i hope yall liked this!! also btw i have never published smut ever before so i apologize if it sucked lol.

i’m having a lot of fun getting back into writing fics so please send me requests if you have any bc i suck at coming up with ideas.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar smut #acotar fic #acotar fanfic #a court of thorns and roses smut #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x female!reader #azriel x reader #azriel x reader smut #bat boys #bat boys smut #my writing

[mechaknight-98]

Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

#kpop fanfic #sejeong smut #kim sejeong #sejeong

[prettiestlovergirl]

hii! its tots fine if no but could you maybe do some fluff with basketball player luke and like him tryinh to teach you how to play?🙈

i read basketball & fluff and my one tree hill obsessed heart started singing. YES, ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS <3333 have to preface this by saying that i know like nothing about basketball, though. i am a strictly baseball-hockey girl myself sdjfhskdjfh. my knowledge is limited but i will do my best, hehe. she's short and sweet. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

"you might be the worst player i have ever seen, and i once watched grover try to play." your boyfriend, luke castellan, chuckled unhelpfully from behind you.

you and luke had been going out for a couple of months now and honestly? you'd never been happier. he'd made you feel so welcome your first week of camp and every day since, he'd made you feel safe and cared for.

you were basically luke's dream girl. you were funny, caring, charming, and you had very quickly become his safe space. your one big flaw, however, was that you couldn't play basketball for shit.

the two of you had been playing horse on the camp court and you were failing... miserably. luke already had H-O-R-S and you... had no letters. yeah, you were that bad.

"in the words of annabeth: statistically speaking, you should have at least gotten one by now." he grinned, his smile only growing wider when you turned around to glare at him.

"oh, fuck off! not all of us are basketball superstars!" you huffed, but you couldn't help but laugh along with him. this was part of why you cared about him so much, he could always make you laugh despite yourself.

"if this is the best you can do, i don't think we can see each other anymore. makes me look bad." he laughed, quickly getting up from the bench he was on to avoid getting hit with the ball you tossed at him.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding! c'mere." he laughed, beckoning you toward him with that easy smile you loved. "i can't do it, basketball is not one of my many skills! quit on me, castellan, i'll only slow you down." you sighed dramatically.

"alright, drama queen. you can, just trust me." luke stated, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. "square your shoulders, to the basket." he instructed, watching as you begrudgingly did as told, lips formed in a little pout.

"now, you gotta bring the ball up right past your nose like this, okay?" he instructed, demonstrating exactly what to do with his own arms, ball in hand as you went through the motion with him.

"bend your knees a little." he corrected, holding the ball out for you to grab before stepping behind you. "relax your hips..." he murmured, gently placing his hands on you and leaning down to your ear to make sure you could still hear him... and also to be a romantic sap.

"and... just shoot." he stated, eyes watching you while you eyed the hoop suspiciously. "that's it? just shoot?" you asked, voice a little breathy as you turned your head a bit to look at him. "just shoot." he repeated with a nod.

"well, here goes nothing." you sighed, bending your knees a little more before bending a little and letting the ball fly out of your hands and... right into the net.

"holy shit" you breathed, grin breaking out onto your face as you turned to look at your smiling, slightly cocky boyfriend. "told you so." he smirked, grunting a bit on impact as you flung your arms around him with a laugh.

"okay, maybe you can be right sometimes." you relented, sighing dramatically like it was the hardest thing you'd ever have to admit. "that's very big of you, babe." he chuckled, eyes shining with adoration as he looked at you.

"now, do it a few more times and maybe you'll catch up to me." luke hummed, jogging leisurely to go pick up the ball from it's spot by the bench.

"nuh uh, castellan. i'm going out on the high of making that one shot, i'm retired, 'm too good to keep going." you stated, shaking your head and turning on your heel to leave.

"quitter!" he called after you, grinning as you simply flipped him off and kept walking. "see you before dinner?"

"duh, you owe me a victory kiss."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola's lovely convos #☆lola writes ! #luke castellan #pjo #pjo series #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fluff #fluff #pjo fluff #☆ lola's requests !

[dronarryfest]

Here we are on week two of Dronarry Fest 24! We've had some incredible works this week. Here's a roundup of everything from week 2 (last week's post can be found here). Thank you to all of our wonderful readers for commenting and kudos-ing - keep them coming! We've got one more wonderful week of works to share with you from Monday onwards! Until then, why not stick the kettle on and catch up on what you've missed...

[FIC] The Favourite || E || 17k || by @mallstars

On a throne of glitzing clutter, Draco Malfoy sits like a degenerate prince. His robes are the colour of sour champagne, celestial patterns stitched across the sweeping silk where it drapes over sharp shoulders and cradles a spindly waist. A rain of glitter dangles from one of his ears, and his expression is nauseating. The curl of his lip, the upturn of his pompous nose. Draco is a criminal. Harry and Ron are the Aurors who arrest him.

💭 absurdly hot- horribly hot? hotly horrible? perfect - garagepaperback

💭 holy moly this just drips with atmosphere and tension and its glorious... i love love love this fucked up dynamic thats also so sweet and human and morally ambiguous and hot - littlepocketbattleship

[FIC] Nightswimming || M || 5k || by @sweet-s0rr0w

Weasley flicks the light on. “I got off with a guy once, you know,” he says, casually, holding the torch up between his gloved fingers. “What?” says Draco, glancing over sharply. “No, you didn’t.” “I did,” Weasley insists, and there’s an air of mischief about him now. “Just after the divorce.” Draco tightens his grip on the steering wheel and wills his eyes to stay on the road, a dozen different scenarios playing out vivid in his mind. “But Harry’s never—” “Yeah, well.” Weasley clicks the torch back off. “Turns out Harry and I don’t share everything, after all.”

💭 This was wonderful!! The tension, next level 🔥🔥🔥 and I love how Harry is such a big part of this even though he's not physically there. So clever! - lemonlimelea

💭 What a feast - the prose, the dialogue, the teasing curiosity morphing into irresistible want, the clever and careful character development underneath it all. Everything so masterfully crafted and scorching hot I could feel my cheeks burning and they haven’t even kissed. What the fuck. I’m entranced still 🥵 - sitp

[FIC] Welcome, Peasants || E || 15k || by @fluxweeed

Ron was doing Draco a favour by agreeing to investigate him. Better Ron than someone who’d plant something horrific to get Draco sent to Azkaban—or some pervy Potter fanatic who’d spend the whole hour sniffing the dirty clothes on Harry’s bedroom floor. Even though Ron had to take Polyjuice and break into their flat to do it, Harry and Draco would understand. They’d appreciate it. And if Ron had done more “investigating” and less “snogging his best friend while Polyjuiced as said best friend’s secret boyfriend”, maybe it would have all been fine.

💭 Love the dynamics between the three of them - and the reveal that Ron caused Harry and Draco to get together was so unexpected and absolute perfection! Hot and amazing as always, I’m so delighted you choose to share these with us. ❤️ - rainstormradish

💭 I absolutely love that Ron is so absolutely bad at it that they clock him immediately, leaving him with his squirmy, guilty, horny feelings as they rightly should. Perfect interplay of the three of them. Yes! Yes! yes! (One for each of them). - skeptique

[FIC] Careless || E || 2k || by @piximera

They hadn't seen anyone in weeks, making them a little careless about the protective charms. Unfortunately for once they really fucked up, leaving them in the clutches of six Death Eaters. Being caught was bad enough, but then Scabior forces Draco into raping Harry in front of them before the Dark Lord arrives.

💭 HOLY SHIT this WAS dirtyhotwrong for sure! 🔥🔥🔥 Wow. Fantastic job, and thanks so much for the gift 🥰 - Schmem_14

💭 This is so dark and angsty, love seeing this take on the pairing. Thank you!!! - oknowkiss

[FIC] Dick Chicken || E || 14k || by @oknowkiss

This is a story about nothing.

💭 HOW DO YOU DO IT?! Can I climb inside your brain and live there?! God this was so goddamn amazing. I just love it more than I can say. - nv-md

💭 oh my ever-wanking LAMB this was too brilliant. i am going to die of having read this fic. it is simultaneously too funny (in honor of the source material) and too hot (not at all in honor of the source material). - elskan_ellis

#dronarry fest 24 #dronarryfest #dronarry #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter #week 2 roundup

[queerofthedagger]

if you still have room for dec gift ficlets, angst prompt 48 makes me 🥺🥺 for dream/hob!! <3

Heya, thanks for the prompt! I hope you'll like it <3

[small heads-up for mentioned drug use]

crashing, wide-awake

There isn’t one huge thing that does it. As Hob stares at his empty kitchen, at the spot Dream just occupied moments ago, he thinks it would be easier if there was.

Nothing pertaining to Dream is particularly easy, of course, even less so when frustration still boils beneath Hob’s skin. Sometimes he thinks that dating some kind of cosmic entity should have come with a warning; other times, times like now, he thinks how there had been warnings, various, in all colours and volumes, and he had simply ignored them.

They are still glaring at him, right now mostly in the form of his empty kitchen that, just moments ago, Dream had still occupied.

There isn’t one huge thing that caused Hob’s irritation to build and simmer and catch. If he took a proper breath and looked at it objectively, he could admit, too, how he perhaps isn’t being entirely fair.

It isn’t one big thing, but a conglomerate of missed meetings and days, sometimes weeks without a word. Of meddling, of secrets kept and questions evaded. It is a lack of balance and willingness to listen, to listen just once. Hob loves him. Hob loves him so much that it burns, but it has been three years of this, after six hundred-and-a-few of build-up, and there is only so far that love can get you.

He had tried to bring it up, of course, more than once. He can see that Dream is trying, some days. But he is also capricious and obstinate and full of pride, and at some point between March and October, they had started to argue more than they spun tales.  

Not that Hob is any better; he knows as much, always a little too greedy, too fixated, unwilling or unable or both to find a compromise.

It’s why it blew up too, tonight, he knows it beneath the frustration he still clings to. Has to, really; if he lets go, well-worn fear may rear its head, an image of Dream leaving and not coming back for an eternity burning behind his eyelids.

He grabs a bottle of whiskey and downs a glass, then another.

He goes to sleep, telling himself that it’ll be fine. A few days, a bit of distance, and they’ll sort it out.

---

The first night, he does not dream.

The second, Dream finds him, frustrated slope curving his mouth, eyes both hurt and hard. Hob leaves before they can fight again.

The rest of the week, he dreams; not notably at first, although in hindsight, it is. Memories of the last three years, of Dream in his kitchen barefoot and smiling. Of himself in the Dreaming, sprawled across Fiddler’s Green while Dream read to him, something ancient and holy and tangerine-sweet.

In between, the dreams are dreams and not memories, but they are also warnings. An empty flat. A deserted table in the Inn. The feeling of waiting, waiting, waiting.

For one week, Hob wakes with the urge to claw his heart out of his chest, see how Dream likes it.

When he goes to sleep the second Friday after their fight—ugly and snarling, the two of them; always too good at both devotion and destruction—he sets an alarm. He slips into his dreams like a thief, and once he is there, he seizes and twists the gossamer threads that make the Dreaming, the way he knows but never uses.

Never before tonight. Tonight, he does, until the scenery of Hob’s living room and Dream’s head in his lap shudders and crumbles, leaving only the throne room behind.

He meets Dream’s eyes and doesn’t know what is burning a hole into his stomach—hurt or fury or both.

“Stay the fuck out of my head,” he says, flat and tired.

His alarm rings, perfectly timed.

---

It’s a long weekend; Hob makes use of it by not sleeping.

Unfortunately, sleep deprivation still affects the immortal body. Fortunately, so does cocaine. It’s been a while, and Hob knows that he is being just as dogged and erratic as he likes to accuse Dream of being, but—

But. It is more about proving a point than anything else.

A point that is, admittedly, difficult to remember on hour fifty-two, line only-god-still-knows, and a heartbeat more volatile than his and Dream’s tempers combined.

In that twice-removed way of being high out of his mind, he knows that the crash will be brutal. That he’ll be lucky to avoid Delirium, fond as he is of her. That he’ll wish for Dream something fierce.

It takes another six hours until he gets there, sprawled across his sofa and mind a merry-go-round that won’t shut the fuck up. He can’t move a muscle and knows that sleep will be an elusive beast for a few more hours regardless.

He sighs; he should be wiser than this by now.

“Hob.”

Despite himself, despite everything, Hob’s first reaction is relief.

He squints at Dream as he kneels beside the sofa.

“You have been absent from my realm for three days.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

Dream’s lips thin, there and gone. “I know. I do not wish for you to harm yourself—more than you already have.”

Dream never lies; it is something Hob understood long before most other things.

He is so goddamn tired.

“If you fuck with my head again—”

“You will sleep without dreaming,” Dream says, the command of his voice a juxtaposition to the uncertainty with which he brushes his fingers against Hob’s temple, into his hair. “I will be here when you wake, so we may talk. If… If you will have me.”

The last shreds of his resistance crumble. He turns his face into Dream’s hand, lips finding a pointless pulse, eyes closing.

“Always,” he vows, first true thing he’s said in a week. Adding, silent, We’ll be alright.

As he drifts off, he can feel Dream’s lips against his forehead; it is enough to make him believe it, too.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #sandman fic #mona's writing #december gift-ficlets #listen i just think on the long-term they'd run into problems #and i also don't think dream will be the only disaster in this equation #drugs cw

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: a discovery, a filthy kiss, and a phone call. Doesn't have to be in that order. 🥰

In the end, half the roster ends up seeing it. Danhausen does it right backstage, his first night back. Just grabs Hook’s face in his hands and kisses him, full on. He doesn't care who is watching, or maybe he does, and that's where Jack ends up landing because he was watching. He's pretty sure there was intention there.

He's pretty sure Danhausen has always known.

Hook finds Jack after, because they're still friends. Friends: it tastes like ash, but maybe that's just what it feels like when your heart is ripped out of your chest.

"I think we're gonna be okay." Hook looks happier than he has in months, better than he has practically the entire time Jack has known him. He doesn't appear to be preparing to say anything more. And the truth is, he doesn't need to say anymore, because Jack gets it.

He gets it, and it feels like he just got punched in the face.

There's a moment where he seriously considers spiraling, and then - no. Jack has to keep this off his features. He's got to bury this so deep that no one will ever find it, least of all Hook. He's got to swallow every piece of broken glass so there's nothing littering the floor to give him away.

He pastes a smile on. "Oh. Holy shit. That's great. Did he say anything?"

"We're gonna go get dinner." Hook bites his mouth, eyes bright and cheeks ruddy. Fuck. "I think we’re gonna...talk about it. About everything."

Jack wants to puke. Instead, he says, "Hook, that's awesome. Seriously. I'm really happy for you."

He should add more, right? Something like "keep me updated!" except he's pretty sure saying that will rip his heart out of his chest. Or maybe "I hope everything works out" which will surely choke him.

In the end, it's fine; Hook’s so ill-equipped for most social interactions that he doesn't notice the lack. He's riding high, on cloud nine - joyous following the fulfillment of his heart's desire.

Jack wants to scream, but hey; when has anything in life ever really been considered fair?

++

Later, much later, after most of the hotel has turned in for the night, Jack finds himself on the roof. There's a little bench, and a few potted plants - a half-hearted effort to make the space useful that was abandoned too soon. A fitting metaphor for the current situation.

Jack stares out at the cars on the road, listening to the steady thrum of traffic. He doesn't move when footsteps sound behind him, or when Darby settles down next to him.

"Hey," Darby says. "You okay?"

Of course Jack isn't okay. How could he be? How could he possibly be okay now, now that everything has slipped well out of reach? He may not have really had a chance earlier, but there'd been hope. There'd been possibility. Now there's nothing but misery clouding his thoughts.

When he fails to answer, Darby nods, movement Jack catches out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah. I thought so. I came up to make sure you weren't going to throw yourself off the roof or something."

"Would it hurt more or less?"

Darby doesn't answer. Instead, he loops his arms around his knees. "I know it feels like you got stabbed--"

"How would you know?" Jack asks, bristling and defensive. He turns to glare at Darby. "How would you fucking know what it feels like?"

"I know what it feels like," Darby snaps. "Like you wanna claw your own face off. Like somebody just put your whole fucking body in a meat grinder, for fun. Like the sun will never fucking shine again, out of spite."

Jack stares at him. "Darby."

"You wanna know how I know, Jack? Because that's exactly what I feel when I see you looking at him."

Darby stands up, furious, and Jack can't get his tongue to work right, because he didn't know. He didn't know.

And now he does.

++

It takes a week for Jack to get Darby alone. He's pretty sure the man is avoiding him, but serendipity finally smiles on him, and Jack ends up cornering Darby in the small ice room at the end of the hotel corridor.

Darby's expression goes from panic to fight to resignation in the time it takes Jack to block the exit. "Don't."

"Don't what? You can't just drop that on me and then split. That's not how this works."

"Oh, really?" Darby's back to anger, sparking. "Then, tell me how it works, Jack. Tell me: did you confess to Hook, or will you be taking that one to the grave?"

Jack kind of hates him. He does, and he doesn't, and that's infuriating. "Shut up, Darby. I'm trying to tell you something here."

"Then do it." Darby is braced for a blow - shoulders straight, hands balled. He's ready to be destroyed.

Jack reaches for him, but his hands are open. He doesn't want to destroy him. What he wants to do is kiss him, so he does, which is a bit of a dick move since Darby wasn't really ready for it, but Jack wasn't really ready for Darby to drop the fucking truth bomb he had, either.

Jack kisses him, because he wants to. Because he can. Because for the first time in awhile, there's a possibility of something he's been craving. Jack coaxes Darby's mouth apart just so he can lick his way in, and it's sloppy because he's way too overeager and Darby is still struggling to catch up, so their angles don't align well. Until they do; until they get on the same page. Until Darby grabs Jack by the face and spins him, crowds him against the wall and groans against Jack’s lips.

O...kay, this is getting heated so fast Jack's head is spinning. And they are out in the open, easily discoverable should anyone else want to come and get ice. They'll get ice and a fucking floor show, because Darby’s hands have slid up beneath Jack's shirt to grab at his skin, nails raking down and leaving stinging trails behind.

And then Darby pulls away so fast he ends up biting down on Jack's bottom lip, drawing blood. Copper blooms across Jack’s tongue. "Ow," he tries, plaintive.

"I'm not a stand in," Darby growls. "Do you hear me? I'm not a fucking stand in for him."

"Obviously," Jack says. "I don't want you to be."

Darby deflates a little. "You can't mean this."

"Why can't I? You caught me off-guard, I admit, but..." Jack shrugs. "Why can't I want this?"

Darby stares at him. "You want this."

"That's what I just said."

"I didn't..." Darby sucks in a deep breath. "Okay."

Jack glances to the doorway, still thankfully empty. "Do you wanna, maybe, not be in the ice room any more?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

Darby steps back, allowing space for Jack to attempt to compose himself again. He still looks a little shell-shocked, and Jack can't really blame him.

"Come on," Jack says, and grabs for Darby’s wrist, gratified when Darby doesn't pull away.

++

Jack wakes up the next morning to the sun shining in through the curtains, a warm body next to him, and a hand splayed across his chest.

He thinks about sending Danhausen a fruit basket, but you know what, maybe not. Maybe this is enough on its own, curling hesitantly around Jack’s heart.

#tag so you don't lose this shit #Airport delaaaaaaays wow why does traveling always suck lol

[eldritchmochi]

since shit continues to be wild, as evidenced by the oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER posts, heres.....

mochi, what the fuck is up with that?? (guts edition) 3.0

1.0 ; 2.0

i apparently have not seen enough specialists so i have an oncologist now. gotta catch 'em all and shit

tl;dr mystery mass did turn out to be technically cancerous. i do not remember the specific type off the top of my head yet but its a weird rare one, because of course it is. luckily its a kind that stays very localized, so it's not gonna pop up anywhere else in my body, and my surgeons did manage to remove all of it with good margins. i am now down the 3rd and 4th part of my duodenum and my gallbladder (which, fun fact, did have signs of chronic gallbladder disease, so i guess i didn't escape that family trend lmao). like all cancers, theres a chance it'll grow back, but if it does, it should be in roughly the same place and is unlikely to be fatal, just annoying

i've got a fuck off big scar building down the centerline of my abdomen, from sternum to groin. it is gnarly as fuck and i am excited to see how it heals. i already have some ideas on how to incorporate it into my tattoos. you can see pictures of it here if you're a morbid freak like me. be sure to look at my reblogs for updates, there will probably be several contained there down the line, for posterity :>

the first like 18hrs post surgery were uh. not fun since it took A WHILE to find some sort of non oral pain management that would actually work for me, so thats great, but sans ng tube, i'm getting by pretty okay with ibuprofen and tylenol with the occasional non-standard opioid. i've been home since tuesday, oct 10th; had a check in with a gp yesterday, oct 13th, and i'm healing well. staples will be removed on the 18th and theoretically i'll be able to keep them >:3c

i'm back to eating semi-normally. still on bowel rest, but it's not as strict as it was before and it's mostly because i am paranoid vs anything required by my doctors. i haven't been nauseous since i went under on oct 4th which is absolutely wild, and i've been experiencing hunger at normal, regular intervals including being able to eat breakfast shortly after i wake up, which i haven't been able to do without a high chance of barfing it back up immediately since i was a teenager

first oncology appt is on oct 23rd. sounds like itll be mostly setting up a plan and schedule for things like regular scans to watch for regrowth and possibly referrals for genetic testing

my pfml back pay came innnnn god only last week holy shit, and my wife got their big chunk of school loans for living expenses so we are mostly fine there. i am arranging with a local queer to come a couple times a week to help with regular chores and stuff at 40 bucks a pop. if anyone would like to sponsor one of those visits or some take out for us, i'm @/sumomomochi on both pp and vnm0

at this point the sort of stuff that would serve us best is GEEFTS. not like, physical things you pay money for necessarily, though if you're a custom dice maker and wanna send us clacky math rocks, i would not say no. things like comments on our fics (mochi's ao3 ; cherry's ao3) or fanart for em, should you be so inclined, would be incredible. cherry is very low key on the internet but i'm chronically online, so other stuff like asks about worldbuilding or fic process or fashion opinions or whatever would be fantastic for me. i am...... incredibly bored after sitting in the same spot for four months now, and i've got another 4-5 weeks of it (:

but! i have a good support system, personally, professionally, and medically, so i'll be alright in the end, just hmm. sure has been a fucking year jesus christ

#mochi rambles #mochi's medical mischief #eventually this'll be consolidated more for like #a less unhinged pinned post once i have the spoons to do a toc for fic stuff as a pinned instead but #ya kno #for now #oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER #pennicore

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Korsumo

Note: Finally after weeks of waiting, I finally release the fanfic I’ve been working hard on, enjoy!

Things have been normal for the Solar Opposites. Korvo is still working on the ship, Terry is just being lazy, the Pupa is playing around and Yumyulack and Jesse are at school. But then, Terry discovers a soda can in the front yard and decided to bring it up.

Terry: Huh? Don’t know how you got here, but might as well bring you up for safe keepings.

Terry went up to the lab where he sees Korvo working on the ship repairs where he placed the soda on the counter.

Korvo: Terry, where did you get that soda?

Terry: Oh I found it in the backyard, wonder how it got there?

Korvo: Well can you at least put it in a cooler? I want one.

Terry: Uh, I don’t know, this soda might be contaminated. Look at it, it’s glowing. Looks very dangerous. I don’t think we should have this thing.

The soda was glowing with an aquamarine around around it.

Terry: We shouldn’t drink this Korvo, probably a bad idea.

Korvo: growls God damn it, fine. I’ll keep it safe hidden, so no one can drink it. But, you still owe me a soda.

Terry: Whatever. After Terry left, Korvo looks at the soda while working on the ship and then quickly to his mind…

Korvo: Y’know what? Fuck Terry, I can enjoy soda whatever I like, and whatever I want!

In a fast motion, Korvo drank the soda, but then a glow appears around him as he jammed the now empty soda can on his head.

Korvo: Now, time to get back on repairing the ship.

But then, a crash came. To a moment of shock, Korvo turned around and gasp. What he saw in his eyes was an obese sumo-sized sumo Shlorpian with maroon skin and a round obese head. With unstoppable sumo-like strength, any regular human sumo wrestler has.

Korvo: Holy shit! A sumo Shlorpian, and it’s alive! Better go get the rest of the fam-

Suddenly, Korvo’s stomach starts to growl as it suddenly starts to swell up.

Korvo: What the fuck?! Wh-what the fuck is happening to me-

Korvo screams in pain as he started to swell up, his cheeks and pupils swells up on his face, his arms and legs also starts to swell.

Korvo: screams in pain Terrrryyyyy!

Terry: Korvo, did you drink the soda I- gasps Holy shit! Korvo!

The sumo Shlorpian grabs Terry and knocks him on the wall as he screams in pain. The sumo then comes close to Korvo as he started to finish his fattening transformation once his robe starts to rip a little, now ruined with some ripped spots on his robe once tears threaten to burst in his eyes.

Korvo: crying Terry! Kids! Pupa! Help! Do something! I need help! I need-

Sumo Shlorpian: Oh! Bonzo is gonna crush puny Shlorpian!

Suddenly, to his shock, something’s grabs him by the arm! All Bonzo sees now is Korvo, now an obese sumo-sized blue Shlorpian in a ruined robe roaring at him!

Terry: Holy shit! What happened to Korvo?!

Yumyulack: coming up the stairs with Jesse and Pupa What the fuck?! Korvo?

Jesse: Damn Korvo, you’re huge!

Pupa: Yay! Korvo!

Sumo Korvo: roars No one try to crush Korvo! Korvo gonna smash you! Sumo smash!

Korvo sumo slams Bonzo as he started to to have a sumo smash once they fell across the window and began to take the fight outside, once they start heading to town.

Terry: Oh no! Korvo! Kids we have to go after him!

Korvo and Bonzo began to sumo wrestle to the streets, using a huge amount of sumo strength to beat each other up.

Sumo Korvo: Wait till Korvo body slam Bonzo! throws a mailbox at Bonzo, who dodges it

Bonzo: No! Bonzo smash you! body slams Korvo, who gets up

Sumo Korvo: groaning but gets back up Ay ya tai!

Korvo pummels on Bonzo as they started to wrestle each other with unique sumo wrestler moves. Terry, the Replicants and Pupa managed to catch up to them, but instead sees them tearing each other apart while trying to pummel on them to the ground.

Terry: Oh no Korvo, we gotta help him!

Jesse: sees a barrel of water Hmmmm. I have an idea, come on!

Jesse, along with Terry and Yumyulack, then destroys the barrels of water as it splatters on the ground. Bonzo slips on it, but Korvo kept standing on the flooding muddy ground firmly as he body slams Bonzo.

Sumo Korvo: takes his sumo stomp moves firmly while preparing for another attack

Bonzo: growling and then jumps on a pile of metal in a junk yard Nobody fucking beats Bonzo!

Bonzo sees a toxic waste and drinks it as it makes him immobile but still sumo-sized as the rest of the Solars gasp.

Terry: Holy shit, looks at Korvo Korvo! Look out!

Yumyulack: Yeah, this is dangerous!

Korvo however manage to find the waste and drinks it as at makes immobile and mega sumo sized, while the remains of his robe stayed on tight on him.

Super Sumo Korvo: sumo battle cry Korvo ain’t done with you yet!

Korvo and Bonzo started to wrestle each other as they continue to sumo wrestle, but Terry is growing concerned about Korvo, once he notices Korvo’s face growing scared.

Terry: Oh dear, my sweet Korvy! Hang on honey, looks at an empty rusty medical needle I have an idea.

Yumyulack: What kind of plan is it?

But once they got started on making the antidote, Bonzo body slammed Korvo in a pile of scrap of metal, as Korvo cries out in pain.

Terry: turning around and gasp in horror

Yumyulack: Oh my God, Da- I mean Korvo!

Jesse: No!

Pupa, however, seeing Korvo scared to tears, runs up and hugs him comfortably.

Super Sumo Korvo: Huh?

Pupa: Squishy belly! hugs Korvo’s immobile belly

Korvo smiles as he whimpers kindly, but then Bonzo prepares to pummel the Pupa, as the latter gasp. Korvo, regaining his strength and courage, punches Bonzo as he grabs the Pupa and gets him to safety.

Super Sumo Korvo: No hurt Pupa!

Korvo then went back to wrestling Bonzo as he body slams him. Yumyulack then finds his juice box, that has the flavor of apple-grape and Vitamin C, and it gives him a great idea.

Terry: Yumyulack! You know what to do!

Yumyulack: gave Terry a determination nod as he went up to help Korvo

Yumyulack then went up to Korvo, who prepares his final sumo smash as he looks up at Bonzo.

Super Sumo Korvo: Korvo ready to body slam you! body slams Bonzo as he yelps

Bonzo: That does it! brings out a metal beam that hits Korvo Any last words?! Fatass?

Yumyulack: jumping out of nowhere with a super sentai jump pose Yeah! It this you fucking fat bitch!

Yumyulack squirts out the juice and sprays it on Bonzo, which causes him to explode into pieces, which shocks Korvo. Yumyulack then restrains Korvo and whistles to give Terry and Jesse the signal.

Yumyulack: Terry! Jesse, quick! The antidotes!

Terry grabs the antidote and puts it into Korvo’s mouth as he gulps it all up and belches loudly. Korvo’s body then returns back to normal as Terry catches him.

Korvo: groaning

Terry: So, what do you have to say? Gives him a joyful grin

Korvo: sigh I should’ve never drunken that god awful fucking soda, and I should’ve listen to you.

Terry: And I was fucking right, wasn’t I?

Yumyulack and Jesse: Ugh.

Korvo: Yes. And… I’m sorry.

Terry: Aw that’s okay, you’re still my sweetheart alien, ya smart as bitch.

Korvo: smiling D’aw, I still love you too.

Terry hugs Korvo as he and the Replicants and Pupa get in a group hug.

Korvo: Y’know I’ve been wondering. Where did Bonzo come from?

Yumyulack: Eh, I don’t know.

Jesse: Me neither, fuck it.

Terry: Yeah, let’s go home.

The Solars head home, but someone is watching them behind the bushes.

The end?

I hope you love it guys, and for those who waited patiently for this, thank you so much. I love you guys, see you soon! Please no rude and nasty comments. Just nice ones! Glad it was worth the wait! Goodnight!

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[space-writes]

OC interview tag

tagged this time by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! (also you can check out my previous interviews with Sorrow, Vren, and Lucian)

This time it’s Aliyne’s turn. She doesn’t like talking about herself any more than Vren does, but that’s tough luck because it’s my brain she’s living in rent free. I’m going to answer this as she is at the start of the books - let’s go!

Are you named after anyone?

Not that I know of. Then again, I never really got much of a chance to ask.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Are you going to make me be honest about this? Ugh, fine — a few days ago, when I had to choose, again, between a roof and a meal. Chose the meal, obviously, and I’ve got some work now, which provides a roof, so that’s neat for the next few weeks anyway.

3. Do you have kids?

Gods no.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

No, that would be such a childish thing to do, people never take you seriously if you use sarcasm.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

What they’re carrying. Weapons, coin pouch, clothing, stuff like that. How guarded they about it all. How aware they are of their belongings. Most people, turns out, don’t pay nearly enough attention.

Look, I’m trying to notice things like how nice their hair is or whatever instead, but it’s just. Instinct. Alright?

6. What's your eye color?

Dark brown.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t necessarily agree with fun and happy endings, but they’re nice. Least the fictional characters get to have a good time.

8. Any special talents?

…picking pockets. Also climbing things, and getting away from people.

9. Where were you born?

Maziz Province, in Jamarda. That’s out in eastern Mohaade, near the Border Mountains of the Wilds.

10. What are your hobbies?

Um. Knife throwing, I guess? Does climbing count as a hobby? I like getting up someplace high, so I can see everything.

11. Have you any pets?

Nah, I haven’t really been in a place to look after anything other than myself. I used to feed the stray cats in Zhirasea sometimes, but Vren kept telling me not to bother because a) they can hunt for themselves if they’re so hungry, and b) I’m cat enough, apparently. But he’s an ass, so one day I’m going to get a cat just to spite him.

Not that he even remembers I’m alive.

…holy shit I’m going to name it after him. That would piss him off so bad. Hah! Get cat-named, idiot. Serves you right.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

No official sports, but we played at chase and catch in Jamarda, and in Zhirasea. Running over the roofs, climbing on people’s balconies, stuff like that. Nearly broke my leg once—got my foot stuck in a stupid railing when I jumped.

You’ve never seen Vren move so fast. Mother hen. I would’ve been fine.

13. How tall are you?

Five foot four, and look, it makes me harder to hit, okay? It makes people underestimate you when you’re the same height as the average fourteen year old, and it makes it easier to get in places you aren’t supposed to be.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Ughhh, leaving. You’d think growing up in a literal crime family means you don’t have to do boring shit like sit in a room and learn how numbers work, but no. I mean, it’s useful, and I guess I should be glad they taught me, because not everyone gets to learn but also. Counter-argument. School is boring as fuck.

15. Dream job?

Wealthy businesswoman. The kind who has a fleet of caravans—or a ship, even—and I just get to sit in my huge house and sign papers and threaten people who try to cross me, and the money just rolls on in.

No-pressure tagging @hallwriteblr @annachronisms @ivorygarcia and @saltwaterbells (and anyone else who wants to do it, feel free to tag me!)

#valloroth blogging #writeblr #tag games #oc interview #c: aliyne #love my grumpy girl so much #she's a snarky little shit #which. to be expected given that Vren was her closest family for years #also great timing for me to do this having just finished aliyne's intro post ^_^

[makarovni]

WIP Wednesday!!!

Tagged by @corvosattano and @adelaidedrubman to share some WIP stuff!! Thank you!!

Last week I shared this snippet from Bianca's Nice Guys verse and since it's the only thing I've been able to work on for some reason, I'll share some stuff that occurs in the story before the snippet in the other post. If you guys wanna check it out that's cool but if not it's cool too!!

TW for kidnapping and allusions to abuse. Once more, the villains' names are redacted bc I want it to be a mystery for when I actually post it.

Luck shines on her as light shines on one door in particular, the placard reading "office" glinting in the small amount of light that fills the hall. Of course, there's a catch– it's locked. Bianca considers just unscrewing the hinges to get inside, but is a risk that big really worth it? What if there's no phone? What if one of them catches her? What if…

"No," she hisses at herself, bending down to the door's lower hinge, "no more "What ifs." You're going to get out of here."

As she undoes the hinges' fasteners, as quickly as she can, Bianca occasionally peeks over her shoulder or leans her ear a certain way, hoping nobody hears her. She moves up to the top hinges with a sigh of brief relief, and does the same to it, undoing those screws at record speeds.

"I should be in a fucking NASCAR pit crew," Bianca whispers to herself, shifting the door so she can get behind it then push it back into place, so it looks untouched to the unaware. Sure, screws are scattered on the floor now, but [Bianca's abuser] and his ilk wouldn't notice.

Thankfully, the room is what it says on the door– an office. An oddly pristine one, at that. A fine wooden desk with a typewriter on it, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses beside it. The chair is dusty, but made of authentic leather. Unlike most of the warehouse, the room is actually carpeted, and there's wallpaper up. This office looks so out of place, Bianca almost feels like she's transported somewhere else– it feels safe.

And, as luck would have it, there's a phone on another desk in the room. Bianca's breath catches in her throat and she runs over, dials Holland's office number, and waits.

And waits.

"Hello?"

Bianca exhales with relief. "Holy shit, Holly. Look, it's Bianca. You need to get your dad, or Healy, or both, and let me talk to them. I'm in a lot of trouble."

"Oh my god," Holly replies, "they're out looking for you right now. Where are you?"

She begins to cry, involuntarily letting tears drip down her face. "Fuck…you know [Bianca's abuser], from the case? He and the other two jumped me and brought me to [Bianca's abuser's] fucked up military bunker warehouse…the address is in the files. Your dad should have it."

"Well, they went to look for you at your apartment, but I have the files here," Holly says, and the sound of a cabinet being dug through can be heard on the other end. "I have it here! I'll call your house and tell them where you're at, and we'll come get you. Don't worry."

"They need to be armed," Bianca says, rolling the screwdriver in her hand. "These guys are planning on killing, and I want us to have the advantage. Tell them to be armed, and send them my way. You sit tight, okay, Holly?"

"No, I'm coming with them!" Holly proclaims. "I'm not going to sit around while you potentially get hurt!"

Bianca sighs heavily. "Holly, no. They…they did the things they did to me when I was your age. And they've done it other times. You're not safe. Please, for me, stay at the office."

"But I–"

"Holly!" Bianca is choking back sobs now, hand tight around the screwdriver. "Holly, stay there. Please. Just tell your dad and Healy where I am and to be armed. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, I do. I'll do what you asked."

"Thank you," she sniffles. "Tell them to be careful. And listen…I know you don't want me with your dad, because I'm not your mom, and I was never trying to be your mom, I never will be her. But I love your dad more than anything, and I love you, Holly. Let that be known. I love you, sweetheart."

With that, Bianca hangs up and leans against the wall with her screwdriver held like a combat knife, ready to defend herself. She doesn't know where those men are, or if they know she's escaped, but for the time being, she's going to sit right there and wait on Holland and Healy.

#my wips #my writing #wip wednesday #bianca andretti #fic: when the rain washes you clean you'll know

[quanticowrites]

His touch (Alden Parker x Reader)

•• Hellooooooo everybody! It had been TWO months since I last posted a fic and I apologize but life has been screwing me on all ends lately. But! I finished a fic so I am WINNING right now. Anyhoo this fic was requested by @toheavenwmydrms I hope you like it! :) Enjoy! ••

You looked at the huge expanse of the Navy Yard. NCIS sure had a nice property. It was hard to believe a bomb nearly destroyed this place in 2012. You found yourself white knuckling your duffel bag. This was your first day as an NCIS agent. The paperwork hadn't even gone through yet. You were transferring from ATF. You were getting tired of constantly going on missions so far from home. By joining NCIS you could stay home more often and still utilize your skills to catch murderers, corrupt CEO’s, and other criminals.

Naturally, when the Director called you and told you you'd gotten the job, you'd done your homework on the team you'd be working with. He said his name was Agent Parker. You couldn't believe your ears. Back when he worked for the FBI you'd worked a few cases with him. By with him you mean you'd see him from afar and had never actually talked to him. He probably wouldn't even remember you if you told him. You made your way in through security and followed the signs to Human Resources. You walked in and were greeted by Agent McGee.

“Welcome to NCIS, (y/n).” You shook his hand.

“Thank you!” He walked around you to the door.

“Ready to meet the rest of the team?”

“Sure!”

“Great, just follow me, I'll show you to the squadroom.” You followed him down a number of hallways. There was no way you weren't going to get lost at some point working here. As soon as you walked up to their section your eyes fell on Parker. Alden, if you remembered his name right.

“Everyone, this is (y/n), our newest member of the team.” Agents Torres and Knight made their way to you first. Offering their congratulations on getting the job and hoped you'd like it there. Parker came up last and shook your hand for far longer than anyone else.

“(Y/n), it's been awhile. We last worked together on that case out in Rhode Island, right?”

“Y-yeah. Serial killer. We didn't make any headway for two weeks as he raked up two more bodies.” Holy FUCK he remembered you? How! He never even said a word to you before today!

“Good memory, a good quality in an agent.” His phone went off and he finally released your hand. Was it hot from how long he'd held it? Or from your blood pressure rising?

“Go for Parker.” He nodded. Agreeing with everything the caller said. You knew the look on his face. They'd found a body. “Alright, who's up for a road trip to Oakwood Maryland? We have a dead Navy Commander.”

“Should I stay here or-?”

“No, this should be a good learning opportunity. You'll see how we operate. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get paid. I know the paperwork hasn't officially gone through yet.” You smiled. You couldn't reply. You found your heart racing, liking how he took charge. Were you admiring him as a boss or was this the crush you had back in your rookie days?

A jogger had found the body. The local police had already taken a statement, but she might have had time to remember something she didn't think was all that important before.

“Torres, Knight, take as many photos of the scene as you can. I don't really want to come back after we get back to DC.” They head off to work and McGee holds up the fingerprint scanner.

“Figure out just who our commander is.”

“Good. (Y/n), you can interrogate the jogger with me.”

“Okay. Should be simple enough.” He laughed.

“When are things ever simple in our line of work?”

“Not often.” You follow Parker over to the local PD cruiser where the jogger is sitting in the backseat.

“Miss Gio?” Parker asked. “We're NCIS Agents Parker and (y/l/n). Is it alright if you tell us what happened?” You pull out your notepad and click your pen. Your memory was fine but you didn't want to miss a single detail. As you interrogate her Parker’s hand lands on your lower back again. Did he do this with all of his coworkers? You had to pull yourself out of a fog as the jogger went on to say that about ten minutes before she got to this bend in the road she'd heard screeching tires. That's enough for Parker to call over Torres and Knight to start looking for fresh tire tracks.

“Hey, Jessica?” You reach out and grab her shoulder before she can get too far away from you. “Can I ask you something?” She blinked.

“Sure. What's up?”

“Does…Parker ever put his hands on you?”

“What?” She looked taken aback and you shook your head.

“No, not like that! It's just, whenever I'm next to him he likes to put his hand on my lower back, and earlier he shook my hand for so long.” Her face changed into a big smirk.

“Oh. I see what's going on.” You could feel the heat rising in your face.

“What?”

“You've got a crush on the boss, huh?” She pats you on the shoulder. “No, Parker doesn't do that with any of us.”

“Knight! Are you helping me make a cast of these tire tracks for Kasie or what?” Nick yelled and Knight winked before running off to join him. You watch after her and cross your arms. Your face turning even more red. Somehow, knowing he only touched you like that made you feel...something. Did he like you back, by chance? How were you crushing so hard?

Parker went to brief Vance on the initial findings as everyone went to their desks and picked up a task. All except you. You didn't have a login yet for the NCIS system. So, you just read through some papers McGee had been kind enough to print out for you. A highlighter stuck between your teeth when you weren't using it.

“Alright, let's have a sitrep!” Parker called out as he headed back to the bullpen. Everyone scrambled to stand up in front of the plasma. Parker finds his way to stand next to you again. You find yourself already arching your back, waiting for his warm hand to caress it. You have to stop yourself from quivering as he finally makes his move as McGee shows what Kasie found out about the tire tracks. It belonged to a Range Rover. And it just so happens the Commanders daughter owns one. Torres clicks the remote and brings up her rap sheet. A mile long list of drug trafficking charges. McGee found some property the daughter owned in the mountains. Seemed like the place someone would go so they weren't suspected of murder.

“McGee, you head up to MTAC and monitor things on the satellite. (Y/n), Torres, and Knight with me. We’ll do some recon just in case she might be running there.”

Torres and Knight were positioned higher up the hill while you and Parker were stationed behind the cabin. You were crouched on the ground and peering around the corner. Just watching and waiting. God, waiting is one of the worst things about the job. Parker puts his hands on your shoulders and leans up against your back. You loved the touching, but you didn't want to get the wrong idea, and you didn't want to look like an idiot in front of your new boss.

“I don't want to over step on my first day but what's with your hands?” You find yourself saying and kind of wincing at how the words came out. Parker immediately backs off and starts stumbling his words.

“Are you uncomfortable? I'm sorry, all those other scenes we've worked together, I thought you were so beautiful but I was married then, so I didn't say anything. Then I thought I saw a look back at the office when you first arrived. I thought-”

“Wait, you never even talked to me before today and you thought about me?”

“Yes.” He breathed.

“I did too. I didn't even know you were married, I just didn't have the nerve to come up to you. I was a rookie back then and you were my superior.” It's a tense minute of silence as you look between each other. Parker's lips suddenly split into a charming smile. It made you forget why you were really doing there.

“Then, uh, how about we go out for coffee after this?” You find his smile contagious.

“I'd love too.”

Tag list: @stanathanxoox , @nikkiwierden , @malindacath , @havlindzk , @countrygal17a , @memyselfandmaddox , @octobersmog , @mizzezm , @diaryofafan17 , @emmitheacefangirl , @littlepersonbigworld , @a-sad-excuse-of-everything

#alden parker #Alden Parker x reader #Alden Parker fic #ncis x reader

[thelizaxlevin]

When: Monday, October 3rd

Who: Liza Levin and @wesxevans (and @sterlingxlevin)

Notes: Liza's water breaks a lil earlier than expected-- aka baby time!

Liza Levin Liza had been feeling those wonderful fake contractions all day on and off. Her doctor had told her it was fine and it was just her body preparing for delivery in a month so she tried to just go with it. She hadn't been going to work on Fridays in a few weeks either, so that allowed her to spend the day resting as well until Wes got home. Sleep had been difficult to come by lately as well, everything just...uncomfortable at this point, with the baby at least five pounds and either kicking her ribs or squishing her lungs.

Finally though, she did fall asleep-- only to wake up blearily in the middle of the night to feel her thighs wet and feeling uncomfortable... God, did I wet the bed? Also very likely given the baby also squished her bladder... but it felt different this time.... Liza scrambled to reach over and click on the lamp on the nightstand and she threw the covers off at the same time she felt another of those fake contractions that made her breath catch and made her wince--...because it was fake right? Right?

"W-Wes?" Liza's voice shook as she called out to him, staring down at herself as her hand shakily reached over to grab his arm, unaware if he was even awake yet or not as she started to tremble a bit because it was early. "Wes. My....I-I think my water just broke.."

Wes Evans Wes was a fairly heavy sleeper so he hadn't felt all the movement on Liza's side of the bed, but he did have the light shine in his eyes and he started to cover his eyes with his pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut. However, she was wide awake in just a second when he felt Liza grip his arm. "W-what?" His voice was deep from sleepiness, and he slowly tried to sit up. "Y-you're-- shit." He breathed, totally wide awake now as he pushed himself up off the bed. "Fuck. Uh.. okay. It's fine. You're going to be fine. Wait, this is early, isn't it? Holy fuck. Uh... Okay, just breathe. Yeah just breathe. Holy shit. Do we even have a bag packed? Uuuh. no sorry. Maybe-- fuck, should I get Noelle? I- okay, okay... sorry." Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. Um. It's okay. C-can you stand at all? We need to get you to the hospital."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she was on the verge of a mild panic attack with the way her heart was suddenly in her throat, panging away wildly. There was still supposed to be a month, there was so much she still had to do. They weren't even staying at home right now-- Liza felt panicked tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her hands shaking a bit even as they fell off Wes and fell to the bed--Wes who all the while was rambling and panicking just as much and she just had to remind herself to breathe.....just like she had to do when Sterling went into labor. God she wanted her sister.. "I-I don't...I don't have a bag.." It was just one of the many things she needed to still do. "Wes.." It came out like a whine--scared and overwhelmed and she just needed a second to focus.

Wes Evans Wes was panicked and he honestly felt terrible for be that way, but this wasn't what he planned-- wasn't what either of them planned. God he was stupid. "Hey, hey... it's okay. Just breathe. B-breathe with me, alright?" He was trying to calm both of them as he tried to grab what they needed as well. "C'mon, I'll help you stand. We'll get to the car, and I'll take you to the hospital. Everything's going to be okay, I promise. I'm with you through all of this."

Liza Levin Liza gave him a jerky little nod, trying to even out her breathing. She at least had pants here she could put on, a t-shirt to change into for the drive. She just needed to focus and be rational. "O-Okay." She agreed, swallowing as she moved to the edge of the bed so she could change and then with Wes' help she got out of the bed, another heavy breath rushing out of her at the way her head spun and she gripped at Wes' arm hard, looking up at him "I need to..w-we need to call my dad. And..." She hesitated for a second before just shaking her head. It didn't matter how bad the fighting had been or how dumb they'd both been and how much they hurt each other. This was more important than that. "A-And my sister. I need my sister."

Wes Evans "Okay. A-and we can call them but I need to get you dressed right now." Though Wes wasn't really worried about much other than pants and shoes. He was scared of becoming a father, scared of how everything would go, but he was also really, really scared of Liza being in pain in that moment. He was scared to have to watch her even the way she was acting now, and he couldn't imagine it getting any worse. After getting Liza changed and after putting on a shirt for himself and some shoes, he grabbed his phone and the keys and helped Liza get out to the car. On the way to the hospital he called James and told him to call Sterling too. Wes was relieved to get to the hospital and get Liza inside but he knew that she still had a long way to go and he felt completely helpless. He wasn't sure what he could say or do to make it better, and he couldn't help but have those worries in the back of his mind that he would be absolutely terrible at all of this.

Liza Levin Once she was dressed and in the car, Liza just kept one hand on her belly and the other she reached over with, needing to keep a grip on Wes' hand--especially as an actual contraction hit and she couldn't help but let out a heavy, pained breath. "Sh-She...she'll be okay, right? It...i-it's only a month?" And rationally she knew it was okay. She'd read so many books and blogs and things and knew that a baby born at 34 weeks just needed a few extra days in the hospital but usually they were fine... "Wh-What if...what if I did something or.." Liza's panicked rambling kept going until they were at the hospital, and while Liza didn't usually tote her family's name or the influence her family had in the town, she sure did now to make sure they had a good (private) room and soon enough she was being put into a wheelchair and again she reached for Wes' hand. "E-Everything will be okay?" She asked him again, knowing it was silly but she needed to again hear the reassurances.

Wes Evans Wes wuickly pushed aside his own anxiety when he heard Liza’s question, What if I did something? “No, Lizzie, this isn’t your doing. These things just happen.” Wes let Liza squeeze his hand as hard as she wanted as he tried to focus on her and driving at once. “She’ll be fine. Babies at 34 weeks are fine. She’ll be perfect and healthy and beautiful, I know she will.” Wes continued to try to reassure Liza the whole drive, and finally they were at the hospital. As wes walked with her to their room, Wes gave Liza’s hand a squeeze. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza tried her best to over and over tell herself that it'd be okay. All the while the nurses rolled her into her room and within minutes she was changed into a hospital gown and hooked up with needles and drips and monitors, machines beeping with her vitals and with the baby's and at least everything looked normal... Again it's what she tried to tell herself as contractions continued every few minutes and already starting to hurt. Finally they were alone for a few minutes while the nurses said they'd get her doctor and Liza just swallowed, looking over at Wes as she again held her hand out to him. "Not exactly the honeymoon we had in mind, huh.." She asked it with a little smile since they'd just gotten married days ago. And she was still clearly nervous but....but god, their baby was coming. Finally. All the fear rushing through her paled in comparison to the happiness that made her feel.

Wes Evans Wes took hold of Liza's hand the second she held it out to him, lacing their fingers together and leaning down to press a kiss to the wedding band on her finger. "Not what I was expecting but I'm not mad about it." Wes let out a little laugh. There was this strange excitement to everything, considering they were finally going to meet their little girl. He'd been dreaming of holding her in his arms for months and he couldn't believe it was finally going to happen. "I want to meet her."

Liza Levin Liza's smile stayed on her face when Wes kissed the band on her finger and she let out a breath, nodding. "A-And we'll have her for our birthdays now?" She tacked on, the same nervous smile on her face as she laid her head back on the pillows, rubbing her free hand over her stomach. "Soon. Hopefully." Liza let out a little laugh. "Hopefully Elliebean doesn't make mommy suffer all day.." Liza's smile faded a bit then, more worry etching onto her features. "D....Did you call my dad? And...a-and Sterling? Does she know?"

Wes Evans "I hope she doesn't either." Wes let out a little laugh, though he did worry about having to watch Liza in pain. "I called your dad and I asked him to call Sterling. But I can call her myself if you would like. But I'm sure she's already on her way here. You know how she is." Wes gave Liza's hand a little reassuring squeeze. "You were with her in the delivery room, she'll want to be with you. But I'm going to be with you today. She'll be in the waiting room." Wes laughed, though he knew he was so concerned about Liza that he would let Sterling take his place if it made Liza feel better, though it would hurt him so deeply to miss his daughter's birth. "Whatever makes you feel okay."

Liza Levin "I just want her here." The words were punctuated by a little pained noise as another wave of contractions hit her, Liza's eyes squeezing tight for a moment and she kept her grip on Wes' hand as the pain radiated through her before subsiding a few moments later. Letting out a heavy breath, Liza blinked her eyes open, looking up at him. "Y-You aren't leaving my side." She said it with a finality. Wes would be in the room when their baby was born, there wasn't a question about that. "But....but I need her here. I don't care about the stupid fight o-or even if she's mad at me for forever, I just want her to be here a-and to not miss anything else.." Liza's emotions were already over the place enough that she felt tears prickling at her eyes and she sniffled, shaking her head. "I-I just miss her a..and I want her here."

Wes Evans “She’ll be here, Lizzie. I don’t think anything would stop her from being here.” Wes assured her. Despite his and Sterling not seeing eye to eye, he did understand she loved Liza more than anything. It wasn’t long until Sterling practically burst through the door with a suitcase of everything Liza would need, including magazines she liked in case she got bored staying in the hospital so many days, even bringing wine for after the baby popped out (that is, if she didn’t breast feed like Sterling). “How you doing, hon? Baby making a fuss in there?” Sterling asked as she poked Liza’s large belly. “She’s ready to come out and meet everyone who’s been loving on her I guess.”

Liza Levin "Okay..." She'd just have to hope that was true. But Liza also tried to think rationally because it was three in the morning, so Sterling could also just be sleeping, and if she wanted to come, it'd be later in the day..... But barely an hour later there she was, lugging a suitcase behind her, and Liza's eyes widened, her jaw dropping a bit as she watched her sister just waltz into the room, talking like there wasn't a care in the world and not like they hadn't spoken in days or like they'd been fighting for weeks now... "Y-You came..?" a stupid question really, but given that she was already in pain from contractions and already exhausted because it was the middle of the night and they hadn't been on good terms... Liza felt it was a little warranted.

Sterling Levin Sterling took hold of Liza’s free hand and laced their fingers together. “I wouldn’t miss this. But I do miss you.” Sterling gave Liza a small smile even if it was tinged with a bit of sadness. “But I’m here.” She looked up and met eyes with Wes, giving him a smile too. “And your husband is here. And it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Liza Levin Liza would've been embarrassed by how her heart skipped on the monitor if it weren't for the fact of how shocked she still was that Sterling was actually there... And when she referred to Wes as her husband... Liza felt more tears pooling in her eyes but a smile pulled onto her lips as she let out a breath and she moved a bit, shifting her hand to hold Sterling's. She knew they still had a lot to talk about and hash out (and she wondered if it would even be okay for them to go home after this) but for now... "I-I missed you too.." She admitted, sniffling softly as she gave her sister's hand a squeeze. "I didn't wanna do this without you."

Sterling Levin "Well you're not going to do it without me. I'm here through everything." Somehow it made Sterling's heart swell to think about how she was now in the same position Liza was four years ago. "I'm glad you're here." Sterling looked up at Wes again and smiled softly at him. "I know it means the world." "I'm glad you're here too." Wes told Sterling, knowing even that meant the world to Liza. It hurt him to know how much their fight had hurt Liza, especially since it was partially his fault. "Alright, well,.. what can I do to help?" He squeezed Liza's hand again.

Liza Levin "Okay." She agreed softly, sniffling again as she gave her sister's hand another squeeze. All the while she listened and watched Wes and Sterling interacting, knowing them two needed to talk it out too. A lot of things were said and words thrown around and liza again just..really wanted things to be okay again. Especially since Elise was now going to be there soon and Liza wanted to bring her home. Before she could reply another contraction rippled its way through her, making Liza squeeze her eyes shut and this time it was both their hands she squeezed as she waited for it to pass, a pained noise slipping from her until a minute or so later it was finally subsiding and she huffed out a breath, letting her head fall back as she shook it. "Unless you can magically move this along with your witchiness..." Liza gave Wes a little smile before she let go of their hands so she could adjust her position. "Y-You guys should try and get some rest. It's like 3:30 in the morning."

Wes Evans “I’m gonna be right here. I’m not gonna try to rest right now. I don’t think I could if I even tried.” Wes huffed out a laugh as Sterling added, “you need to try to rest, Liz. Not us.”

Liza Levin Liza knew they were right--but how could she rest with everything going on right now? Her mind was going a mile a minute with the fact that Sterling was here and..seemingly okay. She hadn't even seen her sister smiling at her in weeks. And yet here she was. And then there were nurses coming in every few minutes to check in on her and the baby. And then, of course, was the baby herself, Liza's body going through contractions every few minutes and while they'd already been uncomfortable and ached an hour ago, now they were starting to hurt. So how was she supposed to rest when all this was happening--especially when knowing that all of this was leading to one very, very important thing: her baby was coming. Today. Soon. She was going to give birth to her today. How on earth could she rest knowing that was about to happen.

So no, Liza didn't really rest, and over the next few hours, everything just happened more. At some point too James was there, bringing coffee for Sterling and Wes (and promising Liza the best coffee of her life once the baby was born) but Liza didn't even care much anymore. Her contractions started getting longer and coming quicker and it hurt, Liza's little whimpers and pained breaths soon enough becoming cries of pain as the day broke and the morning came upon then. In fact, Liza wasn't even sure what time it was when the nurses checked on her. All she knew was that the sun was high in the sky and the hospital was bustling and she was already tired, face a bit flushed and tears in her eyes, when one of the nurses looked up at her, grinning up at her. "You're at ten centimeters, momma." She announced, looking from Liza to Wes and then back. "It's time."

Wes Evans Wes tried to be there for Liza as much of he could until nurses came in, though he never let go of Liza’s hand the whole time they checked on her and Elise. Wes was scared but he couldn’t imagine how Lisa felt. And, of course, wes began worrying about just what all could go wrong with Elise being early or how birth could be risky. What would this do to Liza? What if he lost her? No. He couldn’t think about that.

Instead, he focused on Liza, trying to breathe with her and stay as calm as possible so she could feel okay with being calm. He just needed everything to go perfectly. He prayed it would. When the nurse came in and told Liza she was ready, wes squeezed Liza’s hand. Fear struck him while excitement swirled inside him- a strange mix of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle in that moment. “This is it. After months w- we’ll have our daughter with us.” He told Liza in that honey sweet tone he often used around her.

Liza Levin Liza let out a breathy little almost-laugh, all the emotions and adrenaline running through her (and the pain drugs) just making her head spin. She gave her sister one more hand squeeze before she left the room to join their father and after that was just a flurry of movement. Nurses all came in, machines were wheeled in, a bassinet, Wes was handed a gown to put on... Everything after that was kind of a blur.

Liza remembered gripping Wes' hand hard enough that it had to hurt him. She was crying and pretty much screaming as pain ripped through her like she never experienced before. Liza's face was flushed and sweaty but she kept at it, needed his help for it too; Wes helping her sit up, holding her leg when her muscles were shaky and wanting to give out. She felt like she couldn't do it, everything just so much and like it was taking forever when in reality, the labor was barely an hour.

And then finally after a few more minutes of agony, of Liza screaming herself hoarse and doubled over, she gave one final push until finally (finally), there was commotion--and then there was the unmistakable sound of a baby's cry and Liza sobbed as she let herself fall back against the bed, crying and exhausted but trying to look through her tears all the while because she was here.

Wes Evans Wes wasn't sure what there was for him to do other than be there for Liza, letting her hold his hand while he tried to tell be encouraging and tell her that she could do this and that it wouldn't be much longer. He hated seeing her in the pain she was in and hated that he was so helpless in everything. But the moment the baby came, there was a relief that washed over Wes, a wave of love, and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he heard his daughter cry for the first time. Before he knew it, there were tears and he was leaning close to Liza and telling her how good she did and how proud of her he was and that it was finally over. She was okay and the baby would be okay, followed by plenty of I love yous.

Liza Levin Liza's heart was hammering and tears were streaming down here face and she didn't care. She didn't even feel the pain anymore as a second later there was suddenly a bundle being put down onto her chest and oh-- Liza's crying just got harder but there was a smile pulling onto her lips as her arms immediately wrapped around the bundle-- around her baby and as she cried the baby did too- soft and healthy and perfect. "Sh-She's here.." she breathed, trying to blink her vision clear as she stared down at the baby before she looked up at Wes, crying and grinning all the while.

Wes Evans Wes stepped out of the way so the nurse could bring Elise over to them, but he never let go of Liza's hand the whole time. He leaned down and wiped his eyes quickly so he could get a good look at the baby-- his daughter. This was all he'd ever wanted. A family, someone to love him and someone for him to love, and he always wanted a daughter. Liza had given him all of this, and just as he thought he couldn't possibly love Liza any more than he already did, he stared into the face of his daughter and felt this overwhelming love and peace wash over him. It made more tears fall from his eyes as he gently placed his hand on Elise's back as she cried As they all cried. "I've been dying to meet you." He laughed through his tears before looking to Liza again. "Our Elise."

Liza Levin Liza felt like she'd run a marathon and yet the adrenaline that was pumping in her veins was overwhelming- exhausted and energized at the same time, her heart was pounding and she was still trying to catch her breath and see through the tears that kept pouring down her face. All the while all she could think was they had their baby. This was real- she was real. In the back of her head Liza knew too that the nurses would have to take her in a moment, clean her up and all, but right now Liza held little Elise close to her, in sheer disbelief and bewilderment that after all these months...she was finally here.

And other than that, her other thoughts were of Wes. She looked up at him, watching as he cried, and Liza sniffled softly, keeping one hand securely wrapped around the baby while she moved the other to his, resting over his hand, both on top of Elise. Elise started letting out more soft little wails and Liza just let out a watery laugh, starting to try and rock her a bit. Vaguely she was aware of the flurry of doctors around her, IV drips being replaced for her, a towel gently being placed over the baby to keep her warm, but all Liza could truly focus on was her. "Look what we did.." She breathed to Wes, mystified and smiling still and she closed her eyes for a moment as she pressed her face to the top of their daughter's head, tears still steadily streaming down her face. "We have a baby.."

Wes Evans "She's beautiful, Liza." Wes breathed as he turned his attention back to Elise in her mother's arms, both Liza and Wes' hands were on the little girl's back, and Wes looked at the rings on both of their fingers. He couldn't believe this was his life now. "She's perfect."

Liza Levin "She is.." Liza sniffled, pressing one more soft little kiss to her head before letting the nurses quickly take her so they could clean her and off and check her over. Liza still felt nervous since she'd given birth early, but the doctor and nurses seemed like everything was just fine and moments later they brought her back with a blanket and a little pink beanie on her head and Liza immediately wrapped her arms around her, beckoning Wes closer to her--to them. "Our little Ellie."

Wes Evans Wes' eyes followed the nurse as he brought her daughter back to them and he wasted no time in stepping closer to the bed Liza was in so he could see her again. With Liza's invitation, Wes sat on the edge of the hospital bed to get a better look at his daughter in his wife's arms as all those tears just came right back. "C-can I hold her?" He asked softly, tentatively.

Liza Levin Liza couldn't really move much without hurting, but she still tried her best to shift a bit, making more room for Wes to sit down beside her and all the while she let out a wet little laugh, nodding. "Of course." Sniffling, Liza leaned down, pressing a kiss to the baby's head. "Ellie this is your daddy.." She cooed softly, carefully moving to pass the little bundle in her arms over.

Wes Evans Wes gently took the baby into his arms and let his eyes search her face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. She was perfect and looked just like Liza. God, she was beautiful, and his heart was overflowing. He would never let anything or anyone hurt this little baby. He would do anything for her.

"H-Hi." Wes breathed, a wide smile pulling at his lips. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now. I- I'm the one who's been reading to you every night." He told her as he let his fingers gently brush over her cheek. "You're even more wonderful than I could have imagined."

Liza Levin Liza stayed quiet and just listened as Wes spoke, watching him. All these months of Wes worrying that he wouldn't do well as a far, all his fears...and she'd always known that they were for-not. She knew with every fiber of her being that he'd be good at this, that the love he had for his daughter would far outweigh any fear. Not to mention the fact that she was pretty sure she'd never loved Wes more than she had in this exact moment. "She is, huh..." Liza murmured, swallowing as she pressed a kiss to Wes' arm and leaned against it, her body sagging a bit and yet she didn't even care about how exhausted she was. "She's so perfect." Liza tacked on as she laid her arm over him, careful of the needles in her and all the wires as she rested her hand on Elise. "We're a family now." She grinned as she said it, stroking her fingers gently over the baby before she pressed another kiss to Wes' arm, propping against him to look up at him. "I love you."

Wes Evans Family. It was enough to make Wes nearly choke a sob. It was something he'd wanted for years but was convinced he'd never have and it always killed him. He wanted this so desperately for so long. "We're a family now." Wes sniffled as he turned his head and leaned in to press a kiss to Liza's lips. "I love you too. I love you both."

Liza Levin Liza leaned her head up, kissing him back. "I love you more." She murmured into the kiss, smiling into it and she kissed him once more before she pulled back and rested her cheek against his arm, keeping her eyes down on the beautiful little baby in his arms. "And you..." Liza moved her fingers gently over the baby's face as she said it. "We love you so, so much.." Liza felt more tears slipping down her face but she didn't even care as she grinned, nuzzling into Wes' arm as she kept her eyes on the baby. "Elise Agnes Evans. Our perfect baby girl."

#para #para: wes #c: wes #discord thread #tw: pregnancy

[saninthebuilding]

i like you more than i should.

like a lot.

i swear, seeing you makes my week and seeing your smile makes my day. you don't even have to talk to me but just hearing your voice and your laugh makes me so so so happy. i can't stop thinking about you, and it doesn't help that literally everything reminds me of you. i think of you way more than i should, but it's not like i mind because you make me really really happy. like i can't explain it, but for some reason i see you everywhere. my eyes pick you out in a crowd automatically and you just draw me in. i can't keep my eyes off you, as weird as that sounds, but i literally can't help it you practically draw me in and whenever i see you it's like everything else blurs and you're all that's left. i like literally everything about you- the way you have that casual grace when you're sitting but you're kinda slouching like you're extremely comfortable with yourself and that just makes you way more attractive than acceptable (but it's you so i accept it), the way you talk with that air of confidence (well-deserved, of course), that laugh you do where it's like you're scoffing but it's like this really attractive version of a chuckle and your hand comes up halfway to either point at whatever you're laughing at or just to kinda cover your mouth, the way you walk like you own the place and look so fine doing it, your smile because holy fuck you're so gorgeous, your nose is so so so pretty i literally can't describe it because for some reason i just love it so much, i've said this multiple times but your eyessssssssss are literally my favourite thing about you because they hold so much in them i can't explain it and they're so beautiful, for some reason you also have really nice hands like hello leave something for everyone else, your hair looks so so soft and the way it falls over your forehead and sometimes covers your eyes is really cute, those little moments of eye contact that have me grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day because just seeing you makes me the happiest ever, the way you're the most charming and endearing and adorably annoying person i've ever met because god damn your teasing and playful attitude is so cute to me, the way that you make me feel like i'm the only person in the room whenever you catch my eye, the fact that you're the only boy that makes me all smily and giggly and whipped and the biggest simp and just feel this way in general even if it's one-sided because i'm so gone for you and i'm completely okay with it because it's you.

fuck i like you so goddamn much and i don't know what to do about it because you're just so special to me and i adore you.

#shitwithsan #i like you so much #so much #so so much #absolutely stunning #adore you beyond words #if only you could see yourself the way i see you #my gorgeous gorgeous boy

[professoraurabolt]

22, 26, and 34 for the Layton asks? -Insomnia Anon :)

INSOMNIA ANON!!!!!! HIIII (RUNS CIRCLES AROUND YOU EXCITEDLY) HIIII HELOO!!!!

22) Do you have any merchandise? If yes, what? If no, would you like any? What would you get?

I was gonna say no but then I remembered that I literally have the Eternal Diva Luke plushie on my bed, I forget when abouts I got him but he's definitely starting to show his age a bit lol. He's one of my earliest fandom plushie and he's still very dear to me! :)

For "semi-official" merch, I have one of the Fangamer Layton t-shirts, the Veil of Night one I think it's called. It's hands down one of my favourite shirts ever, the design on it is beautiful and it's that amazing Fangamer quality that I've never had any issues with. I remember when it was first released and they weren't shipping it out to Europe initially, I was PISSED. I think I checked the site like every week or so to see when it would be available for EU shipping and as soon as it was, I brought it.

And of course, I get fanmade stuff whenever I go to conventions! I got prints, pins, stickers and more! Whatever I can get really, you know how it is being a Layton fan lol

26) How did you discover the series?

Funny enough, it got advertised to me when I was like 10/11. It was the lead up to Christmas and an ad for Lost Future came up on the telly while me and my brother were watching, I was instantly interested and my brother casually said that I should get it for Christmas. So I did, and I've been going crazy over it ever since.

The one and only time advertising has ever worked on me, kinda insane, I also remember going insane anytime an ad for any of the other games would play because "holy shit why is Layton on da TV?????" The idea of video games getting TV ads is still somewhat weird to me, but I'm glad they did for Layton.

34) Do you want more games or do you think the series has run its course and is fine as it is?

If I'm being 100% honest? No. I think the games have run their courses and I'm satisfied with where they've ended. If you asked me about 6/7 years ago the same question, I would say I wanted more games, but that was before Lady Layton came out and while I do love the game a lot, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit of a spit in the eye to the Layton series. Besides I do NOT trust LEVEL-5 with where they are right now to make a new game without it being some kind of cash grab.

Maybe if anything, I'd appreciate another cross over game or a mini series or something. The remakes for mobile have been nice and I do appreciate the efforts gone into them a lot, but they're just not my cup of tea lol. Who knows maybe they'll announce something new and interesting in the future to catch my interest and make me change my mind, but right now, FUCKING LEAVE THE SERIES REST PLEEEEEASE THANK YOU FJDJHSHSHJ

#Aura shut up #Hehhehheheh Layton :))