#jeys pride celebration 2k21

[flightlessangelwings]

Pride Celebration Day 8: “Hold my hand tight, I’ll protect you.”

F!Eivor x gn!reader

Word count: 812

Notes/Warnings: Slight canon typical violence, protective Eivor, fluff. Posting this one a day late but oh well lol. I’m not doing taglists for my pride event but everything can be found on my masterlist pinned on my page!

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It all happened so fast. One moment, the sun shone high and bright in the sky and everything was calm, the next, fire seemed to rain down on the settlement. You had been outside with Eivor and some children, all of you huddled around the mighty warrior as she told you all stories of her travels throughout England. The children were completely fascinated, of course, but your eyes were not to be outshone by anything. And Eivor definitely noticed, especially when your eyes lit up even more whenever she gave you an extra glance or a sly smirk.

But the moment of peace was short lived when an attack threatened the lives and safety of the settlement. Screams erupted everywhere as people ducked for cover and to escape the invaders. Eivor immediately leapt into action, her weapon always handy, as she defended you and the children. You were scared beyond belief, but you kept as brave a face as you could for the kid’s sake.

“Go!” she shouted at you as you corralled the children and ran them away from the battle to safety. You saw her fight off attackers left and right as you led the kids away, and your heart ached for her. She was more than capable of handling herself, you knew that, but you still felt that pang of fear that this would be the one day she wouldn’t make it back ok.

As you and the children ran towards the woods and to safely, your path was blocked by a large man with an even larger mace. You gasped as you pushed the children out of his reach, “Run!” you ordered them as you pushed them away and faced the man head on. You couldn’t fight very well, but you were determined to buy the kids some time to get away, even if it was only a moment or two.

You kept in mind some techniques Eivor had taught you as you dodged the man’s attacks. And you did fairly well for yourself, considering. That was until he managed to clip your leg and caused you to fall down onto the ground. You let out a cry of fear and pain as you hit the ground and you raised your arms in a feeble attempt to protect yourself. You held your breath as you brace yourself for the end, and you only had one regret in your heart.

But that final blow never came. Instead, you heard your name in Eivor’s voice and when you opened your eyes, she stood in front of you and faced the large man without hesitation. You stayed on the ground as you watched her swiftly take the man down, and it wasn’t until she was sure he was dead that she rushed over to you.

“Hey,” Evior knelt in front of you as she grabbed your arm, “You alight?” she sounded out of breath, and the fear in her eyes was something you had never seen before.

You finally let your breath go as you leaned into her touch, “Yeah,” your voice was weak and you could tell from the look in her face that she wasn’t convinced, “Yeah, I’m ok Eivor,” you repeated yourself in a stronger voice.

“Good,” her voice was rough as she helped you stand. You expected her to let you go once you were stable on your feet, but her hand stayed tightly in yours, “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you,” Evior said with a softness in her tone that took your breath away all over again. 

You tighten your grip on her hand, suddenly finding that you didn’t want to let her go, “I trust you Eivor.”

Eivor gave you a flash of a smile before she turned serious again. She led the charge against the rest of the attackers, which thankfully weren’t many in number. The entire time, Evior made sure you were right by her side and she protected you fiercely. It made your heart pound in your chest, and once the fighting was over, you finally gathered the courage to face her about your feelings. But, Eivor was faster.

“Thank Odin you’re alright,” she breathed as she wrapped her arms around you and held you tight, “I thought for a moment I might have lost you.”

You gasped as tears filled your eyes, “Eivor…”

She said your name as she pulled away just enough to meet your eyes, “I love you.”

“Oh Evior…” you whispered as you leaned in close until your lips hovered over hers, “I love you too.”

Evior didn’t say another word and closed the small gap between your faces in a deep and passionate kiss. Your heart still raced, but it was not from fear this time, and though the road ahead was bound to be difficult, you knew you both could face it head on. Together.

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[rayslittlekitten]

Would You Ever?

Jey's Pride Celebration 2k21 Series

A/N: Week 3 of Writer Wednesday for @autumnleaves1991-blog​ in collaboration with @flightlessangelwings​ for Jey’s Pride Celebration 2k21. I'm trying to continue the story from the last two weeks (The Kiss and When It Feels Right) but I feel like I shoehorned this a bit. It also doesn't help that I'm tryin to use all three prompts because I like a challenge sometimes. It’s super short again.

Rating: T

Word Count: 487

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x GN!reader

Plot: Will asks you a question that opens up the discussion about the future of your relationship.

Contains: fluff, mentions of PTSD, cursing

Week 3 prompts: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side”

"Well, I don't know if this is genius or silly," you say as you're flipping through a magazine.

"What is?" Will looks over at you as you're both relaxing on the couch. Your legs are stretched out and your feet are on his lap. He's playing some video game with his brother and the other Delta boys. Normally the both of you would spend time together doing things you wouldn't do alone or any other day, but that was when the relationship was long-distant. Will had asked if you wanted to take the relationship to the next step and he moved across the country for you. He can work from anywhere and he liked the hustle and bustle of New York City. The pace back home is slower and more relaxed but he liked the change. The two of you upgraded to a one bedroom and now live in a more comfortable space.

“This perfume ad. It’s supposed to be like glitter in a spray bottle. It looks cool I guess but the actual thought of spraying glitter all over my body is like… messy.” You’re thumbing through a bridal magazine to help your sister with ideas for her wedding.

“You wouldn’t want to look like a disco ball on you wedding day?” Will jokes. “No, I’m not talking to you guys! I’m talking to Y/N!”

“What are the guys saying?” You chuckle.

“Nothing. Just stupid shit," Will shakes his head and smirks.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Will breaks it.

"Would you ever want to get married?"

You stop mid-page turn and look up at him.  His eyes are glued to the TV as his fingers are rapidly pressing the buttons on his controller. 

"Come on, Pope! That was a shit shot!" Will shouts, looking defeated and then looks over at you and caresses your leg.

"Were you talk to me or talking to the guys?" you ask.

"Shut up, guys! I'm muting myself."

You continue looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"Of course I'm talking to you," Will responds.

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Well, no, not right now, but I just thought maybe we can talk about where this relationship might be going."

You were quite surprised at his question, knowing his history. He was once engaged to someone and it didn't work out in the end. His PTSD was something that ultimately brought the engagement to an end, but he's a different man now. He's learned to manage it really well since.

"Well, I've never really thought that far ahead," you answer honestly. "But I do know I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I’ll always be by your side regardless of what happens."

Will smiles and leans in towards you while pulling his headset off to climb on top of you to make out with you.

"What about the guys?" you giggle.

"Screw them."

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[artemiseamoon]

The Calmness of Space

Nebula x f reader

Words: 1,030 | Credit to GIF owners (one is mine)

Part of @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday & Jey’s Pride celebration @flightlessangelwings

Warnings: if you are familiar with infinity war & end game, similar warnings to that. Main warnings: mentions of abuse,  thanos is a dick of a father, mourning.

The Nebula you met before, and the Nebula you know now are two different beings. Though it was a fate no one wanted, being stuck in space with her and Tony formed a bond between the three of you. Especially you and Nebula.

You always had a soft spot for her, where everyone else saw this angry assassin, you saw her pain, her hurt. You saw the armour she put up to hide years of abuse by her father, and those around her.

You saw, deep in her eyes, behind her steely demeanor she was lonely, and scared, and most of all heartbroken. So she played her given role, warrior, and shoved everything else deep down.

Each time Thanos removed part of her to make her as strong as her sister, each time he set her in competition with Gamora, he only deepened Nebula's wounds. But, none of this came from her own lips: it was observation, observation and that deep empathic knowing between the both of you.

As you kept busy on the ship with games, repairs, and building things, Nebula started to ask you questions. It was cute how direct and innocent they were.

Nebula was as curious about you as you were her. Those little chats soon turned to full conversations, at least full in Nebula's sense. She didn’t say much, but she said a lot with the words she did use.

One night, when you could tell she was having a hard time, you gave Nebula a hug. She even accepted it, awkwardly but willingly hugging you back. Eventually, Nebula grew to like hugs, they became less awkward and she had adorable little ways to hint that she wanted one.

Lost in space you gained a new best friend, and maybe something more, you didn’t know. You only knew one thing for sure, you would try your best to make sure Nebula knew she wasn’t just this killing machine, a tool. You wanted to make sure Nebula knew she matters.

As unknown time passes, and the air and food starts to run out on the ship, the three of you know you have a limited time left. This would be the end, but at least you weren’t alone.

…

It was still hard to believe when help came, and to be on Earth again felt strange. But there was no time for adjustment, there was work to do after the Snap.

After one of the meetings with the team to discuss the plan, you step outside for some air. It was overwhelming, everything that happened was hitting you at once. In some ways, you missed the calmness of space.

Nebula joins you, standing to your left. When you turn to look at her, those large dark eyes are fixed on something ahead.

“What if we don’t make it through this?” Nebula asks softly, the hint of worry in her voice is evident.

You want to tell her it will be fine, that everything will be okay, but you know you can’t promise that. Your heartbeat is in your chest, it's been hard to shake the anxiety you've had since returning.

You feel the cool metal of her hand as she reaches for your fingers. You lace your fingers through hers and hold her hand.

Neither of you speak for a moment, the breeze picks up and you can see the beginnings of storm clouds in the distance.

You take a breath and try to calm your heartbeat.

“Maybe we won’t,” you turn your head to face her, “but, even if we don't. There's this saying from Sappho I really like...maybe that may soften the uncertainty of it all.”

Nebula tilts her head, a curious look in her eyes.

You give her hand a little squeeze as you smile, “someone will remember us, I say, even in another time”

Nebula looks up at the sky, you can see her repeating the words to herself. You grin as she makes eye contact again.

“I like that. Tell me about this, Sappho.”

…

After

Nebula POV

She's never seen something so beautiful, or knew such a place existed. Nebula's world was hard, sharp, loud, violent. This place was none of those things, it was soft, gentle, quiet.

When you told her you would take her to the most beautiful place in the northern galaxy, she didn’t believe you. Not that she didn’t trust you, she did, Nebula trusted you more than she ever trusted anyone. But for such a place to exist? She didn’t think it was real.

But you made it, you fought and survived. Everyone lost so much in the process, on top of the loss from before, but Thanos was finally dead. Nebula was finally free, really free.

It was like she held her breath her whole life and now, now she could finally breathe. She could finally feel the air in her lungs. Now, after all this time, Nebula was really alive.

As Nebula trails behind you, watching you run your fingertips over the lush green bushes, she feels that sensation in her chest again. That strange one that happens around you, only this time it's stronger than ever.

When you glance back at her, Nebula offers a small smile and catches up. Reaching your side, she leans into you as you both gaze at the pond.

Light isnt a word she ever really thought about, but Nebula felt that way when she was next to you. Then there was the nervousness, no one even made her nervous, but you did. She smiles again and feels half silly for it.

“Can we stay here?” Nebula asks, glancing over at you.

“We can stay however long you want.” You reply.

Nebula reaches for your hand and rests her head on your shoulder. Everything goes quiet, neither of you feeling pressure to speak. But it's perfect, welcomed, just the thing you need after everything.

Nebula tags: @insomniamamma @nargelsquibbler

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[hopeamarsu]

Don’t turn around

Writer Wednesday #12 by @autumnleaves1991-blog​ , using themes from Jey’s Pride Celebration by @flightlessangelwings​

Jack Daniels x gn!reader

Word count 1,1k

Warnings: None really. Some mildly suggestive words, because it’s Jack after all. 

A/N: This is my first time delving into Kingsman fiction, so I hope I did okay with Jack. This weeks theme was “Fairy Tale and/or “I’m in love with you.” and the picture below:

Having to work a social event was always the same: dress up nice in black slacks, white shirt, possibly something that the catering provided for you as extra and comfortable shoes. Comfortable shoes were the key. They allowed you to actually walk home instead of limping. 

You thanked those comfortable shoes while you balanced a tray filled with champagne flutes, giving a tight-lipped smile for a lady wearing a stole and chatting with her companion as you swapped out their empty glasses for full ones. When your tray was empty, you began your trek back to the drink table when you saw him.

Dark, tall and handsome, descending the stairs in the middle of the opulent room like royalty. His dark navy suit was bespoke, you could tell it from a mile away, his trousers fitted from the waist and accentuating his body perfectly. Even with seeing on the front of the suit you just knew you could bounce a quarter off his glutes. 

As he stood on the middle part, before stepping down the final steps, you took a selfish moment to study him further from your vantage point. His dark hair was mussed in that perfect salon way and the hat in his hands seemed like it was crafted for him specifically. One hand trailed the black rim of it gently as he let his sharp gaze sweep the masses below. 

His eyes clicked with yours and suddenly the breath was stolen from your lungs. 

You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, pinned down by the intensity in his face. For a moment, time stood still as you looked at one another. It felt like a fairytale moment, lovers locking gazes from one end of the room to the other and you wanted it to last a lifetime. 

Unfortunately a colleague of yours spotted you and drew your attention away from the magnetic sight. In the minute it took to confirm to them that you were alright and you would join them in the drink table to switch to bartending, you lost sight of the intriguing man and as you turned back to look for him, the stairwell was empty and he was lost to the crowd mingling the floor. 

With a sigh, you shook your head and followed your colleague and swapped places with the bartender on shift. A moment like that, so rare, was lost and you would never gain it back.  Trying to get back into work-mode you started taking stock of what was needed and began to slice up some lemons and limes to use. 

“Don’t turn around.” 

A deep voice with a Southern drawl made you gasp and nearly slice your fingers instead of the lime on the cutting board. “I’m sorry, are you alright?” The same voice continued, a large hand appearing out of nowhere to pluck the knife from your hand and place it on the table. You nodded, unable to speak as the scent of whisky, tobacco and firewood surrounded you. It felt like home, like those long evenings spent in front of a fireplace, watching the flames with a tumbler in hand, and you wanted to sink deeper into it.

“Good. Don’t want something so beautiful to get marred on my account.”

“Who are you?” Your question came out hushed, but he seemed to catch it as he leaned forward a little, his voice low as he answered. 

“The name’s Jack. I saw you earlier and… well, you’ll make me work for my dinner tonight, I can tell you that right now.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned, trying to turn around to look him in the eye. You yearned to learn the color of them and how light reflected from them when he turned his head in the right direction, but the hand that had been holding onto the knife slid up to hold your elbow tight, keeping you rooted to the spot.

“Eyes forward beautiful. Don’t want to jeopardize anything, because I just know one look into the sweet abyss that is in your eyes will make Old Jack forget each and every thing on his mind.”  You could hear the sigh in his voice and you had the inexplicable urge to lean backwards, feel the expensive suit against your back and the heat of him around you. Soothe out any worries with full-body contact.  “And I’ve got to keep my wits with me, for now at least. But given the chance, I think…”

He grew silent and for a second, you thought he’d disappeared again until the voice continued, closer to your ear now and the dark timbre, the passionate promise in words spoken and unspoken made you shiver.

“... I think I’m in love with you already and will continue to fall deeper and deeper if I had you all to myself. Would you, beautiful? Would you give yourself to Jack, mhmmm?”  

You swore not even your comfortable shoes could help you now, the trembling of your knees so visible that without the bartop hiding both of your lower bodies it would be impossible to hide. He, Jack, you reminded yourself, seemed to sense this too and wrapped the other hand around your waist, propping you up and caging you between him and the prep station. 

“Would you?”

“Yes…” Your voice sounded breathless even to your own ears and he chuckled at it. Something fuzzy tickled the shell of your ear as he nuzzled a little closer, pressing his body flat on your back. You barely held in a moan, the hard lines molding into you perfectly, his height difference just right for him to tuck you into his chest.

“Wonderful. I’ll find you again soon, Tristan.” 

His parting words were whispered into your ear and suddenly he vanished, leaving you cold and alone. You fell forward a little with the sudden movement, barely catching yourself on the station after the lack of support. There was no comforting body around you, no strong arms to keep you upright and no more sinful promises whispered in your ear. 

Your eyes popped wide open as you finally registered the name he had called you. Tristan. You whipped your head back and forth the area in a desperate attempt to find him, but didn’t see anything but faceless guests walking around, nothing out of the ordinary. You lifted your dark-rimmed glasses a little, pressing the small button on the side to scan the room as you kept looking, worrying your bottom lip in silence.

Just how did he know who you were and worked for? And who was he, who Jack worked for? 

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[miraclesabound]

Writer Wednesday - Lantern Glow

Summary: Loki is so swept up in the romance of the evening that they nearly confess their feelings too soon.

Pairing: Nonbinary!Loki/Nonbinary!Reader

Prompt: “I’m in love with you”.

Notes: Dressing Up, Fancy Date Night, Not Ready to Say I Love You, mention of alcohol. I recently rewatched Don Bluth’s “Anastasia”, and the scene of Dmitri seeing Anya in her full finery at the ballet for the first time inspired this.

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The opera house may not quite have the same grandeur as the courts of Asgard, but Loki can admire the architecture just the same, especially the lighting and the grand staircase leading to the theater. Lantern light has always appealed to them - warm gold reminds them of happier times.

The mischief deity could dwell on these memories longer, but they know you’re expecting them. Approaching the young woman at the coat check, they ask, “Excuse me, is my partner here already? I was supposed to meet them.”

After Loki gives your name, the girl smiles in recognition. “Yes, they arrived a few minutes ago. Can I escort you to the waiting area? I believe they were ordering a few cocktails.” Loki follows her around the bend in the steps, and when you come into view, your beloved nearly chokes.

You look...honestly, none of the words that come to mind seem sufficient. Luminous? No, not quite, because your outfit is actually a dark shade of blue. Royal? No, that’s not it either - though Loki would gladly crown you monarch of their heart. 

The thought “I’m in love with you” suddenly occurs to them, and Loki is grateful for their momentary tongue-tie. It’s true - but it’s still early days, and Loki doesn’t want to frighten you off. Instead, they collect themselves, offer you a smile, and kiss your cheek. “You look wonderful, darling.”

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[elen-aranel]

Virtual Ruins

For @autumnleaves1991-blog​ Writer Wednesday / @flightlessangelwings​ Pride Month Celebration 💕 Pairing: Joann Owosekun x Keyla Detmer from Star Trek Discovery Warnings: discussion of grief. Set in the latter part of Disco Season 3 WC: 500ish A/N: Jola again, but kind of blue. And all the prompts today! I felt they fitted.

heartbeat and/or “someone will remember us, I say, even in another time” Sappho

There is something very terrestrial about the forest, even if it’s a part of Earth that Joann isn’t all that familiar with. She recognises the oak trees. It looks like a cloudy day, soft light filtering through the leaves, casting blurry shadows on the ground.

She wanders aimlessly, enjoying all the different greens of the leaves, the smell of the trees, the sounds of the birds in the trees. She thinks they’re talking to each other, in little quiet peeps and longer songs that sound like conversations. Or arguments. A squirrel crosses the path in front of her and she pauses to watch it climb up into the canopy.

It is so peaceful.

She could almost believe it was real.

Eventually she starts seeing broken pieces of stonework. Ruins. As she carries on she reaches a building, covered in vines – a church, perhaps, or even an ancient fortress. The roof is long gone, not even stones remaining, and she walks out into an open area, where a pond reflects the cloudy sky.

Through an archway in the thick stone wall she sees Keyla. She sits on a bench, back straight, facing the trees, and Joann slows at the rare sight of her in stillness. The Keyla Joann thinks of is often in motion. It’s been jittery, unhappy motion of late, although she thinks she is finally beginning to find herself in this new time, but it’s rare to see her quite so still.

Joann is sure Keyla must have heard her approach, but she doesn’t move as Joann walks through the archway and sits on the bench beside her.

Neither of them say anything for a minute – or ten – Joann isn’t counting, just feeling Keyla next to her, watching the trees as they wave one way or another in the holographic breeze.

“Do you think they thought of us? After we—after we left?” Keyla asks, eventually.

“I hope so,” Joann says after a moment. “I think it would be the same for them as it is for us. We”—she steels herself, to say the word—”we died, and so did they. It hurts, and we have to live our lives, but we carry them with us. We... we won’t forget.”

She reaches out for Keyla, taking hold of her wrist. Fingers on that pulse point, feeling Keyla’s heartbeat, strong and steady. Joann finds the contact comforting, and Keyla shifts a little, leaning into her. Joann hopes she’s feeling comforted too.

“There’s a poem,” Joann says. “It’s a love poem... I—I remember the last line. It was written thousands of years ago, but… ‘Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.’”

They sit in silence for some time more, watching as the clouds begin to part and blue appears above the trees. Keyla twists her hand, loosening Joann’s grip then taking hold of her hand, lacing their fingers.

“I told Tazzy, you know. That I was going to ask you out? I hope sometimes she remembers us. Together.”

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[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Our Own Fairytale

For @autumnleaves1991-blog writer wednesday and @flightlessangelwings pride writing challenge.

Prompts: fairy tale and/or "I'm in love with you."

Pairing: Carrie White x female!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Carrie's mother is her own warning, angst-ish, mentions of bullying,

A/N: holy shit I love Carrie White with my whole heart and I just wanna hug her and give her all my love. That is all. What I listened to while writing: Don’t Say Goodbye - ALOK & Ilkay Sencan ft. Tove Lo / Physical - Dua Lipa / True Colors - Marina & The Diamonds

Sometimes, Carrie wondered what her life would have been like without you.

If your family hadn't moved into the house across the street from hers, if you both hadn't been the same age, if you hadn't ended up with nothing to do that first Summer while your ankle healed in it's cast.

Surely you would have found a group of kids (normal kids, her mind tells her, not like her) to run around and get into trouble you wouldn't be punished for with.

She wonders if those long days spent sitting on front porches and reading gossip magazines you’d snuck for her were all just a way for you to pass the time. If you really had as much fun as she did.

But even when school started and you went nervously but willingly onto the bus while she watched from her living room window, you waved at her. Smiling over your shoulder as you went.

Your smile always gave her butterflies, made her feel like she did when her mother was out and the house was calm.

Everyday she expected you to step off the bus onto the corner of the street and just walk right by her house, finally scared off by her mother or what the other kids at school had no doubt told you.

You seemed to be fearless though, in a way Carrie never dreamed she could be. You came by every day, rain or shine or snow and never let the shadow Margaret White cast in the doorway scare you off.

You never let the restrictions Ms. White (always oh so politely spoken) shrewdly laid down put you off.

Determined. That was what you were, Carrie decided one day. Not pig-headed or pushy or any other insult her mother tossed out about you. Just beautifully determined.

You wore what you wanted, did your hair the way you liked, and said what you felt, anyone who told you to pipe down and be a lady be damned.

It made Carrie less nervous when she was set to go to high school, the fact that you would be there beside her. You had been thrilled when she told you, practically lifting her off the ground in your excited hug.

The butterflies nearly threatened to spill out of her in words, words her mother said were a sin between two women. So she just held you tight and tried to burn the scent of your hair into her mind, the way your arms felt so right around her.

Then that awful day in the girls locker room happened. The blood, the taunting of the other girls, the fear. Why were they all laughing when she was dying?

All she wanted was you. You would know what to do, you would tell each and every one of them off for even snickering under their breath at her. But you weren't, gym wasn't a class you two shared and they all knew it.

Someone must have told you, taunted you with the story, because you had been waiting outside the principals office for her and Carrie had never seen you so furious as you demanded Ms Desjardin tell you what was going on.

That day you both walked home early, you insisted and Carrie had all but begged Ms Desjardin with her eyes to allow it.

It was a quiet walk, you gently promising to answer any questions Carrie had whenever she was ready to talk. Telling her you were there if she needed anything.

"I know" Carrie nodded, still looking intently down at the sidewalk.

"Hey, I really mean it" you tug lightly on her sleeve, getting her to meet your eyes "I know your mom doesn't talk to you about that kinda stuff and. . . I'm sorry I never asked if you knew about it or not. Today might not have happened."

Carrie can see the guilt now, hiding behind your concern and anger. She doesn't want you to feel responsible, not for this.

You make her feel safe, cared for beyond some obligation, you make her happy and it's suddenly like a torrent swirling in her chest, pulling her heart under in a riptide.

And it spills over, the butterflies bursting free.

"I'm- I'm in love with you."

Like always, she doesn't see your reaction coming, determined to be different.

"Yeah?" your smile is broad, growing by the second and it only gets wider when Carrie's cheeks flush red as she nods.

The butterflies have been replaced by the beating of birds wings against her ribcage, pounding and flapping erratically, clogging her throat.

"Good" you reach out to grasp her hand in yours "now I can ask you to prom early."

"Really? You would- you want to go with me?"

"Only if you want to" you nod at her wide eyes.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful" Carrie beams, letting out a laugh that sounds airy and free.

It's the most beautiful you've seen her, when she lets go like this, and you're determined to make her as happy as you can for as long as you can. For the rest of your lives if she wants. Like a fairytale.

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[the-purity-pen]

Break All The Rules

Bishop Losa x AFAB!Bi!Reader (smut w/no pronouns)

Rating: Explicit AF (GET OUT MINORS) Warning: SMUT - unprotected PIV, vaginal oral, reader is a switch, wlw strap-on sex, sex work ( WE RESPECT SEX WORKERS IN THIS HOUSE AND IF YOU DON’T GET OFF MY BLOG ) Word Count:  A/N: i’ve FINALLY gotten around to writing for my beautiful @flightlessangelwings​’s Pride Event! (on the last week but hey, we did it).  you’ll see what prompt i used for it. And yes, there will be at least a second part to their story because i’m already in love with my new OC Valeria x Reader and I just... yeah. Please enjoy!

Your body moved in sync with Valeria’s. Dancing of the sinful kind that you always enjoyed with her. She was a lawyer and one of the best from the stories she would tell you in the aftermath. Stress was just part of her job description, and she admitted to you pretty early on that coming here wasn’t initially her plan, but she was glad she had found you because you knew her body better than she did herself.

This always worked in your favor because even right then, as your body beaded with sweat from pumping your hips against her ass, you could hear the whiny, high-pitched moans being pulled from her throat. The tell-tale sign that she was about to hit another high.

You leaned over and grabbed a handful of her curls. Her lips were as dry as the Sahara from all the panting she was doing, but she knew she was close and said as much. “That’s it, baby. Fucking take that cock. Look at you so pretty,” you cooed, just the way she liked to hear you talk. The praise kink was strong with this one. 

Your words threw her over the edge as she convulsed and came all over the beautiful emerald green strap-on you wore. You moaned out as you felt the way her body tensed around the toy and pressed the other end into you more, nearing your climax.

It was Valeria’s turn to moan softly and urge you to come. Her hand reached behind her as she tried to get at your clit, and when her slender fingers found it, you were toppled over her backside, moaning out how much you were coming.

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“See you next week?” Valeria asked as she walked with you to the door of your room. When you reached the doorway and opened the door, she took a step out before you pulled her back for a soft kiss to the lips.

“You know it,” you replied, and she chuckled before turning to leave. Just as your eyes lifted to follow her form as she left, you saw Bishop standing there, wide-eyed with a grin. You narrowed your eyes at him but smirked and shook your head.

“You’re early, Obispo,” you told him as you beckoned him with your hand to follow you into the room. He closed the space in the hall before coming into your room and closing the door behind him quietly. You moved across the room, gathering up the discarded toys and bringing them over to a bin for washing and sanitizing later.

Bishop stood awkwardly, adjusting his kutte, debating on whether he should take it off or not. Finally, he shifted his weight and cleared his throat, and as you pulled the sheets off the bed, you turned to look at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“You good?” you asked as you pulled all the sheets together and wrapped them together. Then, you walked past him towards the laundry chute that was next to the door.

After tossing the sheets down, you turned towards him and saw his body language. As you made to walk by him again, you placed a hand over his that were holding his kutte. “Talk to me, Obispo. We got some time before your appointment time anyways,” you teased lightly as you smirked at him and kept walking over to the small dresser to pull out clean sheets.

You did your routine of spraying down the plastic mattress cover with disinfectant and wiping it clean before Bishop actually spoke. “Was that- um, was that one of your clients who just left?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy-like shyness that he asked the question with. “Yes. Val is one of my best customers,” you told him with a wink which made him grin. “I do enjoy the company of both male and female clients if that’s what you’re asking,” you told him as you flipped the sheets over the mattress and made them look nice and flattened.

Bishop’s eyes widened in interest when you affirmed what he was thinking. “That’s-” he paused, and you looked at him with a slightly concerned look. Of course, Bishop being older meant that he might not understand, and you knew from the stories that he told that he had only ever been with women. “That’s hot,” he blurted out, and you laughed.

“I’m glad you approve then. Maybe I’ll have a little get-together of my two best clients then, huh?” you offered as you sauntered towards him, untying your robe and letting it slowly slip off your body with each step.

Bishop groaned in approval at both your words and your actions. His hands immediately found your hips when you were within reach, and he leaned down to kiss your lips softly. You pulled back from the kiss before he leaned into it too much and wordlessly helped him shed his clothing.

His lips snarled when you left the front of him to move to the back to pull down his kutte and opened shirt down his arms. You kissed his shoulders, littered with scars, and you gave pause when you noticed a fresh mark where his kidney was on his back.

Your fingers instinctively touched it, and Bishop hissed quietly. “Rough job the other day,” he said blankly as he shrugged off the rest of the top half of clothes and quickly turned on his heels. His bare arms wrapped around you and pulled you right in so he could lean in to kiss you. And he kissed you hard.

Something about touching that new injury mark sparked him. He growled against your lips as he moved down to your neck and suckled a mark. Usually your rule was no marks, but there was no reasoning with him when Bishop got like this,.

A part of you loved it, though. Loved that he trusted you enough to get rough like this. Loved that he wanted to mark you as his even if you weren’t. You appropriately moaned when his hands came to your breasts and squeezed your nipples between his rough, calloused fingers.

You sucked in a breath when his mouth moved south along your collarbone, and you found yourself nearly losing your balance. Bishop noticed and stood up straighter. “Bed. Now,” he commanded huskily. Your heart hammered in your chest at the change of pace as you turned to walk towards the bed.

His hand smacked your bare ass before walking behind you and stripping his pants and boxers, freeing his already hard erection. You placed your hands on the bed slowly and wriggled your ass for him, looking over your shoulder to see the way the fire behind his eyes lit up.

He growled as he pounced, pushing your hips down onto the bed. You let out a soft “oof” as you hit the bed before you were giggling. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and grabbing at every curve he could. Next, he ran his hands down your back to the back of your thighs, where he spread your ass cheeks and groaned.

“Such a pretty pussy for me, isn’t it?” he asked more to himself than you, but the words still turned you on. “So tasty, I bet,” he murmured, and before you could stop him, his mouth was attached to your clit from behind.

Your head dropped down to the bed as your hands attempted to grab at the clean sheets to ground yourself. Another rule Bishop was breaking: no oral on you. But his tongue and beard combination felt so good that you were already nearing your climax.

“Fuck! Bishop I-” you warned, but he was more than happy to drink you down as you came on his tongue. The more he fucked into you with his tongue, the more you soaked him. Finally, when two of his fingers pressed through your soaked folds, fucking into you hard and fast, you were done for.

He was hitting that spot within you that had you trying to pull your hips away from him as you squirted all over his face and chin and fingers, down to his wrist. You hadn’t ever had that happen with another person. You’d done it yourself, so you knew it was possible but not with another person.

Bishop only took a moment to pull away, his fingers still going at it, so he could tell you how fucking hot that was and that he wanted you to do it again. With the way his thick fingers filled you, it took nearly no time at all for you to soak him again, and he lapped all of it that he could. The rest simply soaked his body and sheet and down to the floor a bit.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he groaned as he pulled away to watch his fingers disappear over and over again into your cunt. He was simply staring in amazement as you soaked him once more, and he could see it this time. “Holy shit,” he muttered as you cried out with your orgasm overtaking you, your body becoming jelly as you leaned over the edge of the bed.

“Bish- Bishop, please,” you whined as your cunt fluttered from overstimulation. Bishop chuckled darkly in response as he stood up slowly, running his hand over his cock to coat it generously in your juices. Then he leaned over to kiss along your back up to the back of your ear.

“You did good querido,” he chuckled again, and you puffed air out in a half-hearted laugh.

He helped you turn over slowly and up onto the bed more so you were laid in the middle of it. He climbed up your body slowly and kissed along the way, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps with each pass of his lips.

When he reached your mouth, he kissed you and licked into your mouth without hesitation. At that moment, he realized just how much he adored coming to see you, how much he loved that you let him do what he needed to release his stress. As he leaned into you, you felt his cock against your thigh, and you moved your hips to grind against him gently.

He pulled away from the kiss and let a hand come to your throat. “No moving unless I say so,” he commanded in that tone, and you swore you could have cum just from that tone in his voice. His fingers squeezed just enough, and you nodded as you licked your lips.

“Fuck me then,” you challenged him with a smirk, and his hand tightened a bit more. Never enough to entirely cut off your airflow, but this rough play was exactly what he needed. Your smirk faded as you coarsely moaned out at his touch.

His free hand came down to stroke his cock, letting the tip just barely get wet through your folds. “You want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer right away, he loosened his grip on your neck. “Fucking answer me!” he commanded, and you looked at him with a devilish grin.

“You better fuck me until I can’t walk, Obispo,” you chided, knowing that being a smartass brat would only serve to turn him on. Just as you ended your sentence, Bishop thrust his cock into you, and you cried out, grasping at his back as he mercilessly fucked into you.

His cock stretched you even more than his fingers had, and it felt so good that you entirely forgot about a condom. Bishop was usually good about remembering, too but he was so lost in a haze of lust for you that he just wanted to feel the warmth of your cunt around his cock. You found that you didn’t mind because of some repressed feelings you held for the man above you.

And boy did he feel it. You were pulsing still from the previous orgasms and gripped him so hard with your inner walls that you could feel the ridges of his cock dragging just right with each thrust. You cried out with each push of his hips into yours as you felt your lower stomach wind up, ready for another wave to crash over you.

You uttered curses and praises of how good he felt, how talented he was at fucking you and how much you wanted to cum around his cock. Every praise that came from you just lit his fire that little bit more until he was fucking into with abandon, one hand on your hip and the other squeezing your breast and nipple.

Bishop was groaning with another handful of thrusts, and you felt the unmistakable feeling of him filling you with his cum. “Fuck! Oh Shit!” you cried out as your walls convulsed around him as you came again. The sounds of skin against skin and pants and moans filled the room as the two of your rode out your respective highs.

Bishop leaned over, relaxing against you, resting his head against your chest. As he softened within you, your eyes that were starting to flutter shut from exhaustion shot open. “Shit!” you shouted, and it surprised Bishop into sitting up.

“What? What? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” Bishop hurriedly asked, lifting up and out of you as his hands gently roamed over your body in a panic. You shook your head and stopped his hands with your own.

“No, no, I mean. I’m okay. Ish?” you told him as he looked at your face in confusion. “We didn’t use a condom,” you told him, and the way his eyes busted open, erasing all signs of exhaustion and satiation, was almost comical.

“Shit. I mean- I’m clean. I swear. I just- Are you-?” His brain was moving so fast through thoughts that he couldn’t form complete, coherent sentences.

You brought a hand to the side of his face. “I’m good. Clean. Protected to, just in case,” you shrugged softly as your thumb ran along his jaw. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it. Since… well… that makes you an extra special client,” you told him as your eyes danced around his face.

“Yeah?” he grinned as he leaned down to kiss you gently. The kiss heated up quickly as the two of you intertwined again and rolled so that you were resting on top of him. You hovered your hips, letting your soaked and oversensitive folds just barely brush the top of his cock.

The two of you remained in the bed well past the end of his appointment time, but it didn’t truly matter as the end of your day was supposed to be after his appointment anyways. He also was determined to get you to soak him at least two more times. And you did.

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By the time you were both spent, Bishop had his arm around you as he laid on his back and your head on his chest. Your finger traced his scars and drew some new nonsensical shapes.

Your brows furrowed for a second as you finally took the courage to fill the empty silence. “You’ve been in love, right?” you asked him quietly. He blinked his eyes a bit more open, for he had been drifting off to sleep.

He cleared his throat before answering. “Yeah. I have. Been married before cuz of it too,” he offered as a response. Your lips twisted slightly, and he shifted to lift his head to look down at you better. “Why?” he asked with furrowed brows of his own.

You chewed at your lower lip, avoiding looking directly at him. But he wouldn’t have that. “Hey,” he said softly as his hand came to your chin to make you look at him. “Why?” he repeated, and the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t going to let this go until you answered him.

“I-I think I’m in love,” you stuttered as a lone tear streaked down your face. “With you.”

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[wordsnwhiskey]

As It Should Be Verse: Pride One Shot

A/N: Here we go another Writer Wednesday! Happy Pride everyone! Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @flightlessangelwings for putting this together!

This is how I envisioned Frankie and Jack's first Pride. It's got some mildly angsty things, bit of possessive Frankie but should be fluff overall. -Set in the future-

Rating: M - No Minors: this is solely for the allusions to Daddy kink & pup play. There are no graphic depictions but it's still kink.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, trauma responses, mentions of 'don't ask, don't tell, food mention, fleeting mention of Daddy kink & pup play but nothing graphic. That should be it, if I'm missing anything please let me know.

WC: ~3.2k

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Prompt: "Kiss me again, like you mean it."

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You felt the change in the weather deep in your soul. The return of the sun and heat were signs that summer was coming, and with it, Pride. You didn’t go to your first Pride festival until you were well into adulthood but it had been an unforgettable experience. The energy was infectious. You had been surrounded by a sea of people throwing away the prejudices of the world and being wholly, unapologetically themselves. It was one of those deeply emotional, almost spiritual, experiences that had made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. It filled your heart to the brim and made you feel like you were soaring. It was that feeling and sense of community that drew you back every year since that you could attend. The years you couldn’t go, you did small things to express yourself, your pride. A flag here, a pin there, time spent volunteering when you could, and whatever else you could manage.

This year was the first time you would have the chance to take your boys to Pride and you wanted to give them that same magical experience you had.

You looked over at Frankie, he was seated in the Stickley leather recliner next to Jack who sat in an identical recliner. They shared an ottoman and ate their takeout while you hogged the couch and picked at the remnants of your own dinner. You remembered the day you and Frankie came out to each other. It was entirely accidental and still somewhat bittersweet.

You were both in Delta Force and you couldn’t afford to fuck up and get discharged. Don’t ask, don’t tell. You, Frankie, Santi, Benny, Will, and Tom were at a bar having a couple of beers and you had thought you were being careful, not careful enough though. Frankie had caught you checking out another woman… After all, he had been checking her out too. She was immediately forgotten though when you and Frankie made eye contact.

Looking back, the way his brow furrowed and he cocked his head was adorable, but you were far too caught up in your fear to even consider that at the time.

His eyes widened in realization but then he quickly schooled himself to keep the rest of the guys from noticing and threw you a warm reassuring smile. Frankie jerked his head for you to follow him to get another beer from the bar.

“You too?”

“Me too?” You blinked, mildly in shock as you processed what Frankie had said. He grew more and more flustered by your lack of response as the seconds ticked on.

“Oh, fuck. I uh- I thought you… for both… I’m sorry, never mind. I just-”

You placed a hand on his arm and chuckled.

“Fish, yes, me too. I just didn’t know… you too.”

The two of you laughed, full of nervous relief. That was the first day you admitted to yourself, you had feelings for him. You felt safe with him, and he accepted you for who you were.

Years later, when you were ready to come out to the rest of the guys, less Tom, Frankie stood by your side even though you had nothing to fear. Santi smiled and hugged you then shook his head saying they already knew but would keep it quiet from Tom. They knew about Frankie too, sometimes family was just like that, but they waited until he was ready to come out to say anything.

“Loves, I was thinking…” Two pairs of bespectacled brown eyes looked up at you. “It’s almost June, which means it’s almost Pride.” Jack and Frankie shared a glance then looked back at you, waiting for you to continue. “And I thought it would be nice if we went to Pridefest together this year.”

Their momentary silence and dumbfounded looks broke your heart. You knew it wasn’t shame that drove their hesitation. The three of you didn’t hide your relationship. No, but learned caution and apprehension died hard.

“That sounds fun, darlin’.”

“I dunno, querida.”

They spoke at the same time and Frankie frowned.

“Mis amores... I want to go. I’ve never been, but you know crowds are hard for me.”

Frankie took his glasses off and fiddled with the bullseye tattoo on his hand. Years spent relearning to manage his trauma without narcotics had given him tools and coping mechanisms, but there were still some situations that made him feel like frayed wire, a raw nerve for the plucking. A crowd was one of those situations that tended to aggravate… everything, but he was tired of feeling held captive by his own brain.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to go, Fish. If you do want to try, we’ll be right there with you.”

There was another beat of silence but you and Jack knew to wait it out. Frankie sometimes needed just a moment of silence to do a self-inventory.

“When is it?”

“Two weeks from now.” You responded, this was a pattern you were well familiar with.

“Ok.” Frankie nodded and smiled, the weight of the decision lifted off of his chest for the moment and excitement replaced it.

“Great! Oh! I have something for both of you.” You got up from your spot on the couch and grabbed two little bi flag pins you had bought earlier. “I was going to give these two you both whether we went or not.”

Frankie took the pin from your hand and felt something electric run up his arm. He took his hat off and pinned it to the front. It was a small reclamation of his pride, an expression, after his years of hiding himself.

Jack took his pin from your hand too and rolled it over in his palm pensively. He stood up with a grunt and went to where his leather jacket hung then pinned it to the lapel. Aside from his stint in the Air Force, he had never hidden who he was. He hadn’t exactly advertised it either. He had never seen a need to proclaim it or shout it to the sky. Jack went for what and who he wanted unapologetically and if someone had something to say about it, well, he dealt with it. The pin, small as it was, was the first time he had ever worn anything Pride related. It made him consider why it had taken him so long. Sure, it wasn’t necessary, he wasn’t any more bisexual now than he had been, but he wondered if his hands off approach had led him to miss opportunities to help, to throw his voice and influence into the discourse.

A few days later, Jack proposed a campaign for Statesman to donate 10% of June’s revenue to various LGBTQ community resources and non-profits that he had taken the time to personally research. The Board agreed wholeheartedly.

It wasn’t perfect, and Jack knew that throwing money around didn’t solve the issues at hand, but he hoped it was a step in the right direction and that their donations would help bolster programs in place to make a difference.

Finally the day arrived and to say you were excited would have been an understatement. Frankie gave you a bashful smile when he pulled out the bi flag handkerchief he had bought and tied it around his neck. Jack wore his pin on his lapel, he hadn’t removed it since it had gone on. He grabbed a dark green handkerchief that came in the pack Frankie had bought and tucked it in the left back pocket of his jeans.

“Never know when you might need one.” He shrugged, but really you thought maybe he just didn’t want to feel left out.

“Alright boys, are you ready? Do you have water bottles?”

Frankie held up two, one for him and one for Jack. It was already understood that the only liquid Jack carried on his person was the whiskey in his belt buckle flask. You grabbed your own water bottle then headed down the elevator.

There were people everywhere and the city was nearly vibrating with energy. It was a gorgeous day for Pride, hot but with a cooling breeze brushing over the sea of attendees who were gathering for the parade and festivities. The people around them were waves of rainbow clothing, pride flags and unadulterated self-expression. It was intoxicating, exhilarating and it wrapped around Frankie and took Jack by the lapels of his jacket. From the look on their faces, if you asked them, you imagined they’d tell you that it felt like flying.

They both seemed to be settling into the cacophony around you, the smiles on their faces crinkling around their eyes. You and Frankie leaned over the railing separating the crowd and those in the parade while Jack stood with a hand on yours and Frankie’s backs, watching the floats and river of people wander by. Frankie leaned in and kissed you. Jack smiled down at the both of you and kissed the tops of your heads.

“Having fun Honeybees?”

Frankie’s ears went red at the nickname Jack had taken to calling you and him, even if it did tug at his heart… just a little.

“It’s amazing, I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing. All of these people… we’ve all come a long way to get here.”

“Sure have, Flyboy. It’s not the same as seeing it on the TV either. It’s all here ain’t it? The sadness, the mourning, the happiness and the love. It’s incredible, sweetheart.”

It was easy and sweet, Frankie’s arm brushing against yours, his fingers wrapped over yours and the reassuring weight of Jack’s hands on your back, of his presence. A private moment just for the three of you in the midst of the beautiful chaos of Pride.

It was a private moment of serenity that was shattered by a backfiring float and momentary panic in the crowd. All in all, it lasted no more than a minute but it was enough that Jack noticed you were anxiously tapping your index finger against your thumb to your own imaginary beat and Frankie was pressing on the pressure point under his bullseye tattoo. He rubbed yours and Frankie’s backs then turned you both to face him, as he lowered his voice to a soothing, low, honeyed rumble.

“Whoa, easy there, my sweet little Honeybees, don’t y’all go on buzzin’ away from me, now. Let’s go find us somewhere y’all can take a break, get some shade and drink some water, hmm?”

It wasn’t a question and that was something both you and Frankie were grateful for. The both of you were too focused on grounding yourselves. Jack kept talking to the both of you, the crowd seemed to melt before the three of you, despite nothing seemingly outwardly wrong with you or Frankie, or at least it must have, because you didn’t bump into anyone as Jack led you to one of the small vendor tents. You couldn’t see it, but it had everything to do with the hard look Jack gave anyone in your path.

Thankfully, things were calmer by the tents and Jack took the water bottles from Frankie and made sure the both of you took steadying swigs. After a bit, the oncoming oversensitivity began to dissipate and Jack smiled when you and Frankie let out small sighs of relief.

“There are my little Honeybees. Feeling better?”

Frankie nodded first and he pulled you in for a hug with Jack.

“I’m ok.” Frankie answered, his voice muffled by Jack’s chest.

“I’m good. What would we do without our cowboy?”

Jack chuckled and kissed the top of your head then kissed Frankie’s temple.

“Do you want to go home, or do you want to get some food and give the rest a shot?”

You looked to Frankie and he nodded.

“I want to try staying, if you’re up for it, bonita?”

“Ok, let’s follow your nose for some food then, Fish.”

The three of you joked that Frankie and his nose always found the best places to eat and there were certainly plenty of good vendors to choose from at Pride. The street that the fair was on was packed so it was slow going but Frankie was following his nose towards the smell of grilled meat. None of you seemed to mind the pace, you were all far too taken with the vibrancy around you and in stealing kisses from one another. Frankie slung his arm over your shoulders as you walked and Jack did the same with Frankie, his fingers teasing at Frankie’s handkerchief. Was it a little awkward walking at the same time? Sure. Was it hard to walk together and not trip? Yes. Did you care? Hell no.

As the three of you made your way down the street, Frankie tensed and looked over to his left where he saw a younger, much slimmer man than him come around from behind and strike up a conversation with Jack about his Stetson.

You followed his gaze, a bemused smile tugged your lips and you raised an eyebrow at the man in rainbow mesh shorts and a crop top. Jack brushed him off and the guy left soon enough. Sure it was bold, but no harm, no foul. Frankie on the other hand had narrowed his eyes immediately, clearly not as amused as you were.

The second time it happened, you were still amused but raised an eyebrow again at Jack when he looked at you then he shrugged after he had effectively brushed him off.

Frankie had moved his arm from around your shoulders to hold your hand, clearly slightly annoyed and no longer feeling as lax as he had before. You knew that Jack had yet another ‘visitor’ hitting on him when you felt Frankie’s fingers twitch around yours. This time you breathed a mildly exasperated sigh into existence.

“C’mon, Whiskey,” The edge of Frankie’s voice cut through the middle of the visitor’s flirtations. He took Jack’s hand in his own then tugged him off towards their destination. A smile brightened Jack’s eyes and he saluted the other man being left in their wake as he allowed Frankie to tug him along. It was cute when his Flyboy got a bit possessive.

“What the fuck is going on? People are usually a lot more respectful than this. It’s pretty fucking clear that you’re with us.”

Frankie grumped and you did your best not to laugh. Your Flyboy would deny it but while there was no jealousy between the three of you, he struggled seeing others openly flirt with you or Jack.

“I don’t know, it is pretty weird, Whiskey. It was funny at first but something's gotta be going on.”

Jack shrugged and thumbed over the back of Frankie’s hand that was holding his own hand.

“Honest, Honeybees, I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s nothing I’m doing.”

Frankie was about to turn and apologize to Jack for his grumpiness but they’d not made it not two minutes, when a blonde man stopped them and Frankie practically growled.

“What do you want? He’s obviously with us and not looking for someone.”

He took a step in between the blonde man and Whiskey then crossed his arms. The man looked confused and his gaze flickered over the three of you.

“Oh… Oh, you don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” Whiskey asked, wondering what sort of blunder he’d made.

The blonde man held a hand up to Frankie and gestured for him to step back. “Call off your pup, first.”

Frankie stood slack-jawed for a moment then narrowed his eyes. “What? I’m not-”

A surge of what Frankie considered to be anger ran through his veins.

“It's alright, Flyboy. Just take it easy, he’s not worth it.” Whiskey said, rubbing Frankie’s back as he gently tugged on Frankie’s shoulder to stand next to you and him.

Satisfied, now that he was no longer being stared down at by Frankie, the blonde man continued. “You have a hunter green hanky in your left pocket… The hanky code? It means you’re a Daddy, and it usually means you’re looking.” He left with a small smirk and laughed at the ridiculousness of it.

Jack coughed, his face almost cartoonish in his surprise and you fell to pieces, laughing even harder when Frankie growled and ripped the hanky from Jack’s pocket then shoved it in his own pocket, out of sight. He shook his head, a grin poking through his grumpy exterior.

“How are you always trouble, Jack?”

“It’s a talent of his, Fish, you should know that by now.”

Rather than refute the indomitable truth, Jack leaned in and pecked Frankie on the lips. He grunted, eyebrows scrunched together when Jack pulled back.

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

It was an unnecessary challenge, but one Jack was more than happy to rise to. He stepped and snatched Frankie’s cap off of his head then ran his hand over Frankie’s shoulder to cup his neck and kissed him. It started tenderly then Jack demanded access to Frankie’s mouth with his tongue and Frankie let out a surprised moan.

Jack chuckled when he pulled back and this time all he got in response was a dazed look in Frankie’s eyes. “I love you, Flyboy. Feel better now?”

Frankie grabbed his hat from Jack’s fingers and smirked. “Yes… and I love you too Jack.”

“C’mere sweetheart, wouldn’t dream of leaving you out of the fun.”

Jack tugged you into him and you giggled, smiling into his kiss.

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, cowboy.”

You grabbed your boys by their shirts then and tugged them along before the three of you caused even more of a traffic jam in the sea of people.

Finally free of any other interruptions, the three of you were able to get some food and sit down. You all dug in, and enjoyed a few moments of people watching. Your foot nudged Frankie’s leg and he looked up from his food.

“You doing ok, Fish?”

He had been staring at a particular grain of rice for a while and looked up at you and Jack with a sheepish grin.

“Uh yeah, I think I was just really hungry and still a little raw from earlier. I shouldn’t have snapped though.”

“You sure that was all of it, Flyboy? The way you puffed up with that blonde fella, sure didn’t seem like it. Looked more like you were a little jealous, maybe just a bit feral? He did call you a-”

“Let’s just make sure next time you’re not flagging that you’re a…a- that you’re looking for, uh-”

Frankie cut Jack off before he could finish but then turned red as he stumbled over saying the word ‘daddy’. You decided to save him from Jack’s teasing.

“It was actually kind of cute to watch, baby.”

Frankie bit his lip then kissed your knuckles and playfully shoved at Jack’s shoulder. You leaned forward and cupped Jack’s cheek and he kissed the inside of your wrist. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for your first Pride experience but I hope it wasn’t too bad.”

Both Jack and Frankie scoffed.

“Baby, you couldn’t have guessed those things would happen but us here, eating and watching people go by? This is nice, I wouldn’t change anything if it meant we’d end up here.”

Jack nodded in agreement and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Thank you, for getting us out here to see all of this, cherry pie. Not counting the hiccups, being here in the thick of all this, with everyone being themselves… well shit, it’s damn near the most freeing thing I’ve ever felt.”

Frankie nodded and leaned into Jack. “We should come back next year, bonita.”

You smiled, next year, you’d definitely be back for Pride next year.

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Bedside Confession

Pairing: Mobius M Mobius x Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Summary: Mobius gets hurt out on a mission while Loki was stuck on desk duty and as Mobius lays unconscious, Loki sits by his side in the medical wing of the TVA.

Word Count: 2719

Warnings: angst, serious injury mentions, happy ending though. 

a/n: This was written for @flightlessangelwings Pride celebration writing challenge. This week’s prompt is fairy tale / “I’m in love with you” and it’s also for Writer Wednesday organized by @autumnleaves1991-blog who provided the picture prompt. I started writing this before episode 4 came out. 

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Loki’s head snapped up off of the stack of documents he had fallen asleep on top of. He was awoken by  the sound of a crash at the end of the row of cubicles. He nearly launched himself backwards off the chair he was sitting thanks to the swift jerk of his head. He looked around Mobius’ desk, lamenting his absence. Mobius had been out in the field far too long without him. 

He still hadn’t earned his spot back on Mobius’ team after the whole, running out after the Variant and hiding out in an apocalypse, leaving Mobius behind in a store during an apocalypse of his own. While Mobius saved him from being reset, earning a spot back on the team was something Loki needed to do on his own, and so far, the own person he’s seemingly convinced is Mobius. 

Desk duty had been taxing on Loki and frankly he actually hadn’t accomplished much in Mobius’ absence. He spent most of his time trying to distract himself from worrying about Mobius. 

It was foolish to worry about such a competent agent, but Loki couldn’t help that affection interfered with his rational thinking. He logically knew Mobius would be fine, but the thought of losing him terrified Loki in ways he never expected. 

Loki suddenly registered the source of the crash that startled him awake. There were units of Hunters returning through the Time Doors, and a few of them were carrying stretchers. Loki’s heart plummeted when he didn’t see Mobius in the crowd. He raced towards the doors and a very cranky Hunter snapped them shut when she saw Loki rushing. 

“Oh please,” Loki said, offended, “Like I’d ever be that obvious. 

She raised an eyebrow indicating she didn’t believe him, but moved on and left Loki behind to look over the stretchers. Bile twisting in his throat as he debated which would be worse, Mobius being on a stretcher, or him not being there at all. Neither reality would put Loki’s mind at ease. 

He whimpered before he even fully registered why. Laying out in front of him was the unmoving, bloody form of Mobius. 

Loki dropped to his knees as he grasped Mobius’ wrists breathless and weeping. 

“He’s alive,” one of the Hunters said, “We have to get him to medical.” 

Loki didn’t know their designation but nodded in the direction of the voice, his eyes locked on Mobius as he stood, his hand still covering Mobius’ as he jogged alongside the stretcher as they rushed to the medical unit. 

When they arrived at the medical wing, it took four agents to pull Loki away from the stretcher. Three of them eager to muscle him around and apply aggressive force, but one, the one who had assured him Mobius was alive, tried to soothe him. 

“They’re going to save him, he’s going to be okay,” the agent repeated over and over again as Loki tried to catch his breath. 

Eventually, Loki collapsed to the floor, his head in his hands, elbows propped up on his trembling knees. The agents left him there, alone to stew in his thoughts. 

Time always works differently in the TVA, but Loki was certain that it had never run longer than it did as he waited for news. He alternated from pacing in front of the door, sneaking glances through the small glass windows, and huddling in on himself on the floor. 

He didn’t know how long he’d been there when one of the medical officers came out of the door and eyed him suspiciously.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” the Officer asked.

“Where else would I be?” Loki snipped, his tone sharp.

The Officer half-smiled and shrugged, “He’s going to be fine, would you like to see him?”

Loki didn’t fully register the words at first, “He’s alright?”

“He’s sedated, but he’s going to be fine,” the officer confirmed and held the door open, “Come on, I’ll take you to him.”

Loki rushed after the Medical Officer through the halls towards the private room in which Mobius was recovering. Loki paused outside the door to collect himself and catch his breath when he was left alone and the Medical Officer returned to his duties. Loki knew that Mobius would be unconscious, but just in case he wasn’t, Loki didn’t want to give away just how scared he was for him. 

Loki ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm the chaos he’d created while waiting in agony out in the hall. Once he was content with his hair tucked behind his ears, he finally broached the entrance to the room. 

He clenched his fists as his face blanched at the sight of Mobius laying on a pristine white bed, his wounds patched but still fresh. Loki saw a chair sitting in the corner of the room and he pulled it next to the bed. He sat down hesitantly, looking Mobius over again and again, each time discovering additional injuries. With each new scratch, Loki felt a stab in his heart. He should have been out there with him, if he had, Mobius would have never gotten hurt. Loki felt so much guilt he thought he might be sick. 

He tried to soothe himself with deep breaths, but all he managed were quiet, shallow gasps as he reached out with a trembling hand to gingerly rest on top of Mobius’ still hand, careful to avoid the various tubes and wires he didn’t fully understand. He felt the warmth of Mobius’ skin under his touch and for the first time all day he felt his face collapse into a small smile as relief cascaded through his body. Mobius was alive, and the proof was under his fingertips. 

He trailed his slender fingers to the soft flesh of the inside of Mobius’ wrist and indulged himself feeling Mobius’ pulse, steady and surprisingly strong. Loki used the beat to steady his own breathing until the room stopped spinning and he felt himself relax into the chair. 

He tried to push away the anger he felt for the TVA and focus his energy on Mobius instead, but he found the exercise difficult. They shouldn’t have kept him from the field, from Mobius, and they should’ve done their job and kept Mobius safe. 

Loki winced as his anger swelled and the resulting magic knocked the jug of water off the side table onto the floor. He didn’t realize he’d been hoping the sound would startle Mobius awake until it didn’t. So instead he sighed and with a lazy flip of his hand, returned the jug to its place and cleared away the slipping hazard. 

He turned his attention back to Mobius, studying the features he’d already long committed to memory. His nose was still crooked and charming, though the added appearance of a freshly patched cut was jarring. The similar gash on his own nose he suffered in New York had healed just fine at the TVA, and besides, even if it did scar, it would do nothing to mar Loki’s opinion or attraction. 

Loki’s gaze left Mobius’ nose and travelled to his hair. Someone had done him the dignity of combing the short, grey hairs to the side, though Loki noted it wasn’t in his usual style. The difference was subtle, and Loki wasn’t sure anyone else would notice other than him and Mobius himself. 

Loki only hesitated briefly before he brushed his free hand across Mobius’ forehead, feeling the slight perspiration there before he pushed his hand up through Mobius’ hair. He felt the soft hairs between his finger and thumb, gently setting them in place. He was suddenly hit by a memory from when he was a child and a warmth filled his heart. He was sick in bed and his mother was brushing his hair as she sang him a quiet Asgardian lullaby. 

Loki ran his fingers through Mobius’ hair as he hovered over him and he started to sing that same lullaby softly under his breath. He pushed back the tears threatening to spring past his eyes, and focused on the warmth of Mobius and the tune of the simple song. He imagined doing this again when Mobius was better, and after Loki finally told him the truth. 

When he was happy with the way Mobius’ hair was laying, Loki sat back down and intertwined his hand with Mobius’. He continued to sing lazily, curious if Mobius could hear him as he did. He sang while thinking of his mother, and now his partner and the intimacy of caring for another person. 

He was interrupted when a medical officer entered carrying a tray of food. Loki chewed his inner lip but forced a smile to the officer. 

“Do you expect him to wake up soon?” Loki asked, gesturing to the tray. 

“Not necessarily but, we thought you might be hungry and it didn’t seem like you’d be leaving any time soon,” the officer said, kindly. 

Loki’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. He hadn’t expected a kindness such as this. 

“Oh, well, thank you,” Loki said before he cleared his throat and watched the officer leave. 

Loki eyed the tray, it was a very simple white bread sandwich and a small salad. Loki was touched at the gesture, but a little insulted at the selection. 

“I know you enjoy a salad, so I’ll save that for you,” Loki whispered to Mobius who was still unconscious. 

Loki sauntered over to the tray and picked up one of the sandwich halves before taking an unimpressed bite. He chewed the dry, flavorless sandwich thinking about the broths and stews his mother had prepared from him when he was sick. 

“On Asgard,” Loki said, translating his memories to speech in the hope that Mobius could somehow hear him. 

“On Asgard, we’d have a feast for every occasion, and my mother was sure to organize one for me whenever I had recovered from an illness. I was sick more often than Thor, and looking back, his wild behavior at those feasts was perhaps a result of jealousy for the attention I was receiving,” Loki chuckled, “And ironically I was jealous of him for his health and strength. We never were great at communicating our issues.” 

Loki took his seat next to Mobius, kicking his feet up at the end of his bed as he intertwined their hands together again and he continued his monologue as he finished his sandwich half.

“But what I remember most was not the feasts, but the parties that followed. The food continued of course, but the music grew and the dancing was vigorous. My favorite part was the grand entrances. We had this staircase from which the guests would be announced and then descend. Of course as the royal family we would be the final announced and I always wanted to be announced alongside someone. I came close once.”

Loki sighed, lost in thought, “A young lady from Asgard was meant to be my partner for the evening, but she threw a fit when she saw that the dress I was wearing would far out shine her own.”

He laughed, “I thought her narcissism is what would make us compatible, but I guess I was wrong.”

Loki’s head was thrown over the back of the chair, his eyes closed and smiling as he clutched Mobius’ hand to keep him grounded. 

“I’d like to take you there,” Loki whispered, “The staircase on Asgard, enter with you on my arm, or I on yours - I’m not picky on the particulars. I just want to be with you.”

Loki turned to look at Mobius, still unmoving and he felt his own lower lip tremble. He dropped his head to rest on Mobius’ arm. 

“You have to wake up, Mobius, please,” Loki begged, tears finally rolling down his cheeks. 

“I’m awake,” Mobius said, his voice strained and scratchy, “No need to get emotional about it.”

The sound froze Loki in place, “You’re awake? What did you hear?”

Mobius coughed before answering, “Just you begging me to wake up.”

“That’s all?” Loki asked, trying to stay neutral but he felt the flush creeping to his cheeks. 

“And some stuff about Asgard, and I heard you singing,” Mobius said. 

Loki winced, “They told me you were unconscious.”

“Well, I guess I wasn’t as bad off as I looked,” Mobius said with a laugh that was cut off with a sharp inhale as he clutched his side. 

“Look - as bad as you look,” Loki said, not meeting Mobius’ gaze and suddenly hyper aware of their hands entangled together, “You look truly terrible.”

Loki finally dragged his eyes up to stare back at Mobius’ icy blue ones and he felt fully seen in a way he’d never been before. He felt the way he did every time Mobius looked at him. 

“I am glad that you’re awake,” Loki said, his voice breaking, “You can’t imagine the panic I was in when they brought you in.”

Mobius smiled, his eyes crinkling as he did and Loki felt his heart lurch. All he wanted to do was caress every inch of Mobius, feel him under his touch as he brushed his cheeks with his thumb, or tuck his face in the crook of his neck. 

But instead he was frozen and took a deep breath. 

“I’m - I’m,” Loki stuttered. 

“I know,” Mobius said with a gentle nod, “It’s okay.”

Loki shook his head, “No it’s not. I need to say it. You have to know.”

His voice grew more and more frantic and patiently Mobius waited, though a sneaky smile crept across his face. 

“I’m in love with you,” Loki said in full sincerity. 

He felt his shoulders relax as the pent up tension finally released there and he chuckled, breathlessly as he did. It was like letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

Mobius dropped his head to the side as his eyes searched Loki’s face, biting back a smile. 

They sat in silence, and the longer Mobius stayed silent, the more Loki squirmed. 

Finally Loki couldn’t help himself, “Aren’t you going to say something? Did you hear me?”

“I heard you,” Mobius said. 

“I love you, Mobius,” Loki said, “You don’t have to love me back, just please don’t ask me to leave.”

Mobius squeezed Loki’s hand weakly, but Loki knew it was the best he could do and he appreciated the effort. 

“I don’t want you to leave, Loki,” Mobius said. 

Loki watched as Mobius struggled to lift his other hand to Loki’s face so Loki closed the distance and hovered over him to reduce his effort. When Mobius’ palm captured Loki’s cheek, he pressed against it and turned his lips against the slightly clammy skin. 

“I love you too,” Mobius said in barely a whisper. 

Loki choked out a laugh through the tears in his eyes. He pressed his lips against Mobius’ bruised lips softly.

Loki pulled back farther quicker than he wanted to in an attempt to keep from hurting the already fragile Mobius. 

“Hey,” Mobius protested, “I wasn’t done.”

“You’re injured, there will be time later,” Loki promised, “Presuming you still like me once you’ve recovered.”

He smiled at his joke to hide the real fear that lingered in those words as he looked away. 

Mobius pulled Loki’s head back to look at him, “I love you, Loki.”

Loki smiled, “You nearly died, I understand that’s how you feel now-”

Mobius shook his head and winced in pain.

“I should go, let you recover,” Loki said, pulling away, “I’m causing you distress, which can’t be good.”

“Loki,” Mobius said, his tone frustrated yet soft, “Stop it, just trust me, please.”

Loki held his breath.

“Trust me when I say I love you, and I want you to stay,’ Mobius elaborated. 

“I trust you, implicitly, without question, always,” Loki said. 

“Then believe me when I saw I love you,” Mobius challenged him. 

Loki nodded and leaned back to kiss Mobius, this time a little firmer, a little more desperate. An enthusiasm eagerly returned by Mobius to the best of his injured ability. It wasn’t exactly a fairy tale, but all of Loki’s secret hopes were coming true just the same. Perhaps he was worthy of a happy ending after all. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

Pride Celebration Day 4: “You know what, I’m done hiding. Let’s go.”

Overyn Martell x gn!reader x Ellaria Sand

Word count: 733

Notes/Warnings: Requested by the lovely @wasicskosgirl​ thank you so much! A little bit of angst, a little insinuated spicy, fluff, love, established poly relationship, and just short and sweet. I’m a little nervous to write for them, but I couldn’t leave them out of pride month! I hope you like this!

I’m not doing taglists for the pride event, but I have the masterlist pinned to my page for the month in case you’ve missed any posts!

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You had never been happier than when you were wedged in between Oberyn and Ellaria. What started as a chance encounter ended up becoming the most meaningful relationship of your life. Never had you felt more loved and admired than when you were in their presence, and your skin never felt warmer than when they both showered you with praise both in and out of the bedroom. You thought your heart would burst from your chest whenever they showered your entire body with kisses and gave you a pleasure unlike anything else you had ever experienced in your life.

But, you had insisted on keeping the relationship a secret since the beginning. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to be seen with both of them, or that you were ashamed of being in a relationship with two people. In fact, you felt so honored that they chose you to join their lives that you would shout it from the rooftops if you could. No, it was because you knew what your mother would say if she found out about your unconventional relationship. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Why couldn’t you just be normal?”

“This is weird and perverted. Why would you embarrass me like this?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you laid in bed between your two partners. Both Oberyn and Ellaria spelt soundly, blissfully unaware of your internal conflict. Their arms laid out across your torso and provided a comforting weight that kept you more grounded. Soft snores and heavy breaths from both of them provided something soothing for you to follow with your own breath, and before you knew it you had calmed yourself down.

Even when they were fast asleep, they were still always there for you, and you couldn’t help but smile. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Ellaria’s cheek before you turned and did the same to Oberyn. It was in that moment that you realized just how much you loved them both, and you had made a decision.

“Morning love,” Oberyn’s voice broke through your thoughts as his eyes fluttered open before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. You sighed into his mouth as you let yourself fall into him as he wrapped his arms around you.

From behind you, soft hands ran up and down your back, and you leaned your shoulders back before you reached around behind you to pull Ellaria in even closer. She peppered kisses across your shoulder blade as she nuzzled herself against you. Her arm wrapped around you from behind as she took Oberyn’s hand in hers. The three of you turned into a pile of cuddles and kisses, and you wanted more than anything to just stay like that forever: safe and loved in their arms.

But, you couldn’t stay in bed all day, and reluctantly you all broke apart from each other to get up and get ready for the day. You were slower to dress than the other two, too mesmerized by their beauty and elegance to focus on yourself. You almost tripped a few times as you tried to get into your clothes but you quickly recovered. It hit you at times just how lucky you were to have them in your life, and how grateful you got to bask in their love and beauty every single day. 

You knew it hurt both of them to keep you a secret, but they respected your wishes. But, as you watched them and listened to the echo of your mother in your head, you suddenly felt a new resolve. It wasn’t fair of you to ask that of them, especially when they gave you everything and more. Just as Oberyn and Ellarian both leaned in to kiss you on their cheek to bid you farewell, you grabbed their hands and looked into their eyes with determination.

“You know what,” you said to both of them with fire in your eyes, “I’m done hiding,” both opened their mouths to try and protest, but you stepped forward and dragged them both behind you as you led them to the door, “Let’s go.”

It may not be easy for you at first, but you didn’t care. As long as Oberyn and Ellaria were by your side, you could conquer anything. And all that mattered to you was having them: the three of you together against the world.

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[rayslittlekitten]

Taking Another Chance

Jey's Pride Celebration 2k21 Series

A/N: Sorry I’m late with this. This one was a bit challenging especially because I want to use all three prompts because I’m a masochist like that. This is week 4 of Writer’s Wednesday for @autumnleaves1991-blog and Jey’s 2k21 Pride Celebration for @flightlessangelwings collab. This a continuation from the week before Would You Ever? This is super duper short and a bit rushed but omg I teared up writing this. Goddamn it, Will!

Rating: G

Word count: 650

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x GN!reader

Contains: super fluff

Week 4 Prompts:  heartbeat and/or “someone will remember us, I say, even in another time” Sappho

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.”

“What?” You look over at him, pulling off one side of your headphones.

“Sappho. You don’t know Sappho?”

“What is that?”

“You mean ‘who is that’.”

Will suggested the both of you to take a trip to Portugal for your dating anniversary. It seemed very random considering he’s never really expressed interest in traveling to Europe before, but you agreed it would be fun so you’re both on an airplane heading east. Will is killing time by reading apparently some Greek poetry. Not something you expected him to be into but he’s constantly surprising you. Meanwhile you’re looking through some Portuguese travel guide.

“Quinta de Monserrate. Sounds like a cool place to visit.” You point to it and show Will. “Ooh look. It looks so pretty. It’s a palace. It’s like straight out of a fairy tale.”

Will smiles at your excitement.

“You wanna go there?” Will asks.

“I mean, I’d like to if we’re able to. I don’t know if it’s anywhere near where we’re staying.”

Will had planned the whole trip.

“I’ll see if I can fit it into our itinerary,” Will says.

“You don’t have to if it’s inconvenient.”

“Nothing is ever inconvenient when it’s for you.” Will smiles.

“Stop!” You playfully shove him and feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

Will chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss.

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Will made it sound like it was no problem at all fitting in Quinta de Monserrate into your schedule. He dedicated an entire day to it and it actually so happens the two of you were staying not too far from it. You were worried it was on the other side of the country.

As the two of you walked around the place, you following Will, you stop in your tracks when you see the garden you saw in a bridal magazine you looked through when you were helping your sister with planning her wedding. It was more beautiful in person. It takes your breath away as you slowly walk around taking it all in, the greenery and stone architecture.

“What do you think?”

“Will, this is freakin’… I don’t know if I have the right words to describe—“ You stop mid-sentence when you look over to Will and find him beside you on one knee and holding out a ring in small jewelry box. You suddenly feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest.

“Y/N, I love you with all my heart. I’ve known you since we were kids and my love for you has only grown more and more each day. One of the best things I ever did was fly to New York City when I did because it led me back to you. Sure, Benny had a hand in it but he only brought us together in the physical space. That day we met up, I took a chance and I am so happy I did.” Will sniffles. “Now I cannot imagine a day without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and grow old with you.”

When you saw the photo in the magazine, you told Will that it looked like a romantic place to get married in, but you weren’t actually suggesting it. It was then you realize this was planned. He was bringing you here anyways. It was already in your itinerary.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

You’ve already started crying and you have trouble speaking as you’re sobbing, but you nod.

“Yes,” you finally say. “Yes I’ll marry you.”

Suddenly you hear cheering from a few people around who witnessed the proposal.

With a smile on his face, Will gets up and wipes the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, then slips the ring onto your finger.

“I love you too,” you tell Will and then pull him in for a kiss.

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[artemiseamoon]

By Your Side

Bodyguard! Fennec Shand x f black reader

My submission for writer Wednesday | Prompt: Glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side” @flightlessangelwings @autumnleaves1991-blog

Words: 701 | Credit to gif maker | Moodboard by me

AN: We get soft & protective Fennec for this. Posting early since I won’t have time later.

❗️Warnings: some anxiety & nightmares post surviving an attack, a kiss

You didn’t agree with this.

It was only four weeks ago you survived that attack on your planet, your family home one of many targets. But your father wasnt the type to play dead and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from tonight's Gala.

The one saving grace was your people were prepared this time, and defeated the attackers. On top of that, the home security was the highest it's ever been and Fennec made sure you were out of harms way.

As drinks flow and people mingle, you stay in the shadows of the room. As people approach you, you force yourself to speak and be social through all you want to do is hide in a room somewhere.

What if the attackers come back?

Your family held an alliance with the rebels. You grew up knowing you would always be a target, even more so due to your parents prosperity and extravagant taste.

While others hid out and worked in the shadows, you parents were present and vocal about their political standing. Sometimes you were surprised you all lived so long, your father had many enemies and being his daughter meant you did too.

You try to calm your nerves by taking another drink, your fingers curl around the stem of the glass tightly. With your other hand you rub the gold locket around your neck between your fingers. You never took it off, not since she put it on.

You escape to an upstairs bathroom, just to have some time alone. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you feel like two different people. The beautiful dress and gold glitter on your skin make you look like a goddess, but you feel anything but. Leaning in closer, you see the tiredness in your eyes. Tears hide at the corners, threatening to release any moment now.

Blinking you take a breath in and out, trying to once again calm yourself. When you step out of the bathroom you find Fennec outside the door, waiting for you.

“Hiding?” She asks softly.

Faking a smile, you admire her dress, “you look pretty.”

Fennec rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Suddenly feeling a little faint, you caress her arm and start to head to your bedroom. Fennec grabs your wrist and pulls you near. You turn and face her.

“Are you still having nightmares?” She asks.

You swallow and shake your head, yes. “He’s foolish, I will never understand him.  We shouldn't be holding galas or parties, not when there's so much danger -” you pause and drop your gaze, staring at the floor. You reach up again, and rub the pendant.

Fennec takes a moment to observe you, “Your father is stubborn. I told him this was a bad idea.”

You shrug and lean back against the wall. “ I know he’s been planning this for over a year but, it’s just bad timing.”

Fennec steps closer and caresses your bare arms to soothe you.

“No matter what your father does, you will be safe. You are my priority. I’ll always be by your side.” You close your eyes, feeling her words sink into your heart, your bones.

Fennec’s hands move upward, over your arms, up your neck and to your cheeks. She rests them there as you copy her body language, your hands on her cheeks as well.

Her lips are soft, the overwhelming emotion in your body now pushes at the surface. You feel a tear escape as you kiss.

When your lips part, you stay close, your nose touching.

Despite feeling safe in her arms, you still sulk, you can’t shake the worry. Your eyes meet her waiting gaze, “with the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love.”

Fennec’s eyes focus on your face, she holds you a little tighter, “is there ever a good time?”

Smiling softly, you agree and rest your head against her shoulder. Neither of you say anything else, Fennec holds you in her arms.  

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[miraclesabound]

Writer Wednesday - Essence

Summary: Your God of Mischief leaves you a special gift.

Prompt: “I’ll always be by your side”

Pairing: Non-Binary Loki/Non-Binary Reader

Notes/Warnings: Magic potions and spells, gender bending, slight mention of gender dysphoria

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You gasp in delight when you see the perfume bottle with a note attached sitting on your kitchen table. Loki had promised you a gift before leaving, and apparently this is it. You pick it up and take a moment to appreciate its weight in your hand before reading the attachment.

“Darling:

I remember you mentioning that being able to look the way you feel is sometimes a struggle. To that end, I was able to siphon off a bit of my magic into this bottle. It’s the essence of that cloud that forms around me after I turn into my feminine form. You know I’ll always be by your side, but this should still be a comfort when I can’t be physically present.

All my love, Loki”

You smile and pop the top off of the bottle. The smell alone is enough to make you shiver - it’s a blend of sweet peaches and musk. It actually doesn’t smell like Loki, but you don’t mind. Your beloved is thoughtful, and likely was trying to develop a scent that you can claim as your own. You decide you’ll go for broke, and you spray several puffs of the scent into the air instead of on your wrists.

The perfume cloud settles over you, and you begin to feel a rush in your blood. It starts at your head, and your cheeks burn as the magic works its way down your body. Is this merely a spell of comfort for dysphoria, you wonder, or will this be something more physical? Either would be a great boon.

When the last tingling feeling leaves your fingers, you walk to your hallway bathroom to get a look in the mirror. The sight in front of you almost makes you cry from happiness. The face in the mirror is the one you’re always aiming for when you go femme for the day, but you’ve had about 70 percent success with it in the past, and it’s always taken a lot of work. If this isn’t proof that Loki loves you, you don’t know what is.

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[elen-aranel]

Flags Flying

For @autumnleaves1991-blog​ Writer Wednesday & @flightlessangelwings Pride Month Celebration 💖 Pairing: Joann Owosekun x Keyla Detmer from Star Trek Discovery Warnings: None! WC: 216 A/N: Jola forever! I ship it so hard. I hope to write something longer for them one day <3

“They were right. This is amazing!” Keyla twirled, yelling over the noise of the crowd. The street thronged with people – humans and aliens – waving rainbow flags, playing loud music, dancing, enjoying themselves.

“Huh? Who was right?” Joann took Keyla’s hand to pull her closer, trying to hear.

“Adira was right. Pride is the best party. I’m so glad they convinced Michael to give us leave for it.”

Joann followed Keyla’s gaze to Adira, who actually looked uncomfortable, in stark contrast to everyone else around. She realised why: behind them Doctor Culber and Lt. Stamets were kissing like their lives depended on it.

She turned back to Keyla, who was looking at her, expression in her mismatched eyes unreadable. Her mismatched, beautiful eyes. Joann stared back into them for a moment, before Keyla looked down to where they were still holding hands. Joann looked too and suddenly she felt it. Something sparking between them. Joann felt her breath hitch a little as they looked up into each other’s eyes again. As Keyla leaned in and kissed her.

Joann wondered: why did it take us so long? But that thought was fleeting as she gave herself up to the sweetness of the kiss, the feel of Keyla’s body pressed against hers, the feeling of finding home.

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