#sto stubborn

[dangthatscrayz]

Decided to sketch out the other top 5 that almost won in the swap au

Trust me contrarian looks way better in color and not sketched (also only drew chapter 2’s not the chapter 3’s so that’s why stubborn looks more basic in here it’s bc before I drew the chapter 3 stubborn)

Opportunist is the shortest he is just on a stool and has a long neck, don’t ask he just is.

And yes the broken is the tallest I just find it funny (and I wanted him to be tall cus of the tower

Please ignore how rough contrarian looks he is still under development and not in full color

#slay the princess #stp #stp fanart #slay the princess au #slay the monster au #stp opportunist #stp broken #sto stubborn #stp cold #stp contrarian

[deconstructthesoup]

In my head Adversary and Razor are dating and Stubborn is their emotional support himbo

#sometimes a family is a demon boxer girl #a girl made entirely out of knives #and a guy who just loves throwing down #slay the princess #stp the adversary #sto the razor #voice of the stubborn

[repulsiveliquidation]

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself.

Leah Williamson x Reader blurb. If you recognize the lyric of the title, tell me! I was inspired when I heard the song come on on the plane and pulled my iPad out to write it!

It’s not formatted how i like because im doing this on my iPad and Apple is an asshole. Okay it is because my OCD cannot handle it.

“Leah?”

“Yes love?”

You walk into the room, plopping yourself on the couch beside Leah who was watching some film.

“Why do you love me?”

Leah is taken aback with this question, looking at you like you’ve got two heads.

“There are many reasons, my girl.”

“Yeah, what are they?”

Leah thinks for a second, pondering on the correct things she wants to say. There were your eyes. They were so radiant and enticing. There was your hair, so soft and it always smelled like roses. There was your skin, smooth and a canvas for her art and devotion to you. There were your lips, strawberry flavored and always gave the best kisses. There was your body, every curve and valley she had memorized and knew at the back of her hand. There was your smile, a smile that Leah would give her right leg to make sure you always could smile that way.

But there also was your brain, so smart yet so witty and stubborn sometimes. There was your heart, the kindest Leah ever did see; a heart willing to do their utmost best for its loved ones. There was your soul, old but gold. There was your personality, bubbly but shy, reserved yet still somehow outgoing. It also loved dogs more than you did Leah, she sometimes thought.

“Have you got time? We’re going to be here all afternoon,” Leah grins, taking your hand and pulling you to sit in her lap. You settle, legs thrown over her legs with your chest pressed to hers.

“I love your eyes. they’re so radiant and enticing, i could get lost in them; i do get lost in them.” As she says this she tilts your head to look at her, her blue eyes piercing into yours.

“I love your hair. It’s so soft and always smells so good, I love burying my face in it when we cuddle before bed, it somehow lulls me to sleep.” She drags her fingers through it, untangling a few little knots.

“I love your skin, it’s so smooth and supple. I love leaving marks all over so everyone knows you’ve got someone to come home to.” She caresses her palms down your arms, kissing your shoulder.

“I love your lips. You always have that strawberry chapstick on, it fucking drives me crazy when i can still taste it on my lips when we’ve stopped kissing.” She leans in for a kiss, pecking your lips softly. She smiles, muttering “See, strawberry.” You giggle, tucking your face in her neck softly mumbling for her to continue.

“I love your body,” she starts, hands grasping your hips and thumbs rubbing your waist. “I love every mark, scar, dip, fold, valley, crevice, all of it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve had the privilege of laying my eyes on and i am so thankful that you love me the way you do.”

She keeps going, rubbing your back and smiling to herself softly when she feels her neck get a little wet.

“Then, we’ve got your smile. Oh hell, your smile can make any bad day go away. Seeing your toothy grin when you’re excited makes me ready to fight anyone that dares take it off your face.”

“Your brain’s next, so sarcastic but so fucking smart. You’re stubborn and it doesn’t help that I am too. But that brain has gotten me out of situations where I didn’t think i would ever survive. You’ve been with me through injury, loss, pain, rejection. I could not have handled all that if it weren’t for you.”

“Your heart is the kindest I have ever seen. You would give someone you knew for about 20 seconds the shirt off your back if they asked. But you love so hard and so raw that anyone that has ever experienced even a sliver would be so lucky. And i get to love it and have it love me all day every day so I must have won the love lottery.” You giggle wetly, snuggling into her lap more.

“Don’t stop please, Leah,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw.

She nods, “You’ve got an old soul, it’s old but gold and that’s the best kind. Compliments my youthful one.”

“You’ve got a special personality, so bubbly with the right people but shy until you get to know them. You’re reserved in serious situations but so outgoing when we’re alone or with friends and family. And the fact that you love dogs sometimes i feel more than me annoys me but seeing you with Bella always makes my heart clench, darling.”

“The way you love my family is what let me know that I wanted to marry you. You know how much it means to me and seeing you get along with them sealed the deal for me. Thank you for loving me for who I am, darling. It’s all I could have ever asked for.”

You both sit there together and just take in Leah’s words, you finally pull away, wiping away tears.

“You really mean all that you said?”

“Every word, my girl.”

“I love you, Leah. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you too, baby. When I’m with you, there’s no one else in the world, because I’ve got heaven all to myself.”

#woso x reader #woso soccer #woso imagine #woso fanfics #leah williamson #leahwilliamson x reader #woso blurbs #woso #leah williamson imagine

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆Puppy☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ Amab!bot!Ben Reilly / male!dom!reader

☆ 1k words

☆ late and short (mental dilemmas 😔)

☆ contains overstimulation, dubcon, slight masosado implied, puppy play, drinking of seminal fluids, just being mean to my little Benny baby in general :3

°○☆🔞nsfw under the cut🔞☆○°

"Fuck.." You whispered underneath your breath when his weeping cock twitched again. Cum spurting out in salty white blobs dripping from his pathetically overstimulated genitalia. It was cute. Seeing him shiver and squirm and try to act unfazed by his 3rd orgasm. His eyes narrow as he pants, sweat trickling down his face as his mouth shapes itself into a grin.

Oh he's being cocky now is he?

"Is that all you've got?" Ben mutters. Drunken under his pleasure. He wasn't thinking straight. Because he knew damn well what he had said and what it'd bring and the power you had to break this man. No. It wasn't all you've got. In fact, it was simply a taste test. A sample. Nothing more than an appetizer for a full course meal that your lovely little scarlet spider had bit off more he could chew. Into the lions den.

You laugh softly at his response. That was all it took for him to realize the weight of the situation. How badly he had fucked up. Much to his horror, your left hand wrapped around his cock again whilst the other increased the intensity of the vibrator that had hummed nimbly against his prostate into something stronger.

He screams out. Just the way you like it. In a swirled mixture of agony and delight. Uncertainty and certainty.

You could taste off his regret and gratitude in the way he cried. Yes he cried. Tears dripping down his face as he whines to struggle to get out of your touch. No, you weren't going to let him get out of the trap he set himself in. The trap he knew very well he'd be caught it.

"Stop... sto-..stoppp... stop stop stop– stop ittt" He wailed softly. Almost as if he was mourning. You weren't going to end this, not yet. Not with the way your thumb rubbed itself on the slit of his cock, wet from the previous loads that landed itself inside a cup bellow him. It started to harden and he started to cry all over again and it was a pretty sight to see. Like shiny pearls streaming down his eyes.

The soft yet frantic buzzing of the vibrator up his prostate and your hands rutting up and down his sensitive cock has him leaning his head against your shoulder. Gasping. Begging for mercy. Just like last time. And last time. But now, you're confident he'd keep his pretty little mouth shut.

He's crying is he? Yeah and it's just fueling your cruelty. Your desire to break him any further. You grab his tear stained face to look at you better. The nail of your thumb digging into his cheek. He reminds you of a dog. A little puppy. Shrivelring up after getting it's paw hurt from closing the door a little too soon. God and the way he wines. The way his tears stream down your fingers the faster you move your hands.

After a few more seconds and he's close again and he's looking away with a stubborn frown trying to act like he still has any control of this situation but you tighten the grip you have on his face and jerk him off faster. His eyes firmly set on yours while he mewls and cries, the wetness of your hand intensifying as more precum drippied from the hole of his cock and you pressed your thumb their to rub at it.

Apparently that had him cumming all over again, he cries out, literally sobs for your mercy which he knew, efforts were pointless. You weren't going to stop until the wine glass bellow him had filled itself to the brim.

Perhaps an hour minutes passes and he's so tired but you keep on gently whisper in his ear what a good boy he was, what a precious little gem. What a wonderful puppy he was for still cumming so well. His balls still spontaneous after each orgasm he'd offer, the wine glass reaching its fullness.

"Cmon Benny.. you're doing so well, we're almost done... you can do it baby, just one more? Just one more..." You whisper beside him. Laughing when he whines, but it's quiet because his throat is raspy from all of his previous screaming.

He whimpers before cumminf again and spilling over the cup. Which you gently bring up with one hand as you waited for him to ride out the aftermath of his intense overstimulation. He's weak. Frail little thing. So when you put your thumb inside his mouth he doesn't even try to fight back. Not especially when he licks the digit eagerly and looks at you with tired eyes. Pliant and so dizzy.

"Drink up"

You command softly. Bringing the seminl fluid filled wine glass to his lips. At first he sips hesitantly but despite all his efforts his cloudy mind needs something... some sustenance. And the mundanely salty liquid that's slowly pouring in his mouth counts as so. And he drinks it gratefully. Slowly. Of course, he doesn't exactly care to drink it carefully, when he stops sipping for a moment it spills from his mouth down to his chin and onto the floor.

Once he finishes the entire glass his face is a mess. Covered in his own cum, legs trembling, eyes threatening to close and dried tears right on his cheeks.

He trembles. Slightly. When he tries to move but to no avail, the ropes on his body had still stayed. And when he looks up to you one last time with all of his remaining strength you carry his face with one of your hands. And when he falls unconscious, you smile.

Time to give your puppy a cleaning.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He had his clever moments and it was more admiring to witness.

#🤯 writes #ben reilly x reader #ben rily x reader #scarlet spider x reader #ben reilly x male reader #ben riley x male reader #scarlet spider x male reader #bottom ben reilly #bottom ben riley #bottom scarlet spider #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse ben reilly #across the spiderverse ben riley #across the spiderverse scarlet spider #atsv ben reilly #atsv scarlet spider #atsv

[mamawasatesttube]

first, I just wanna say the Kon agonies are making me lose my freaking mind!!!! oh my GOD I’m devouring your writing every single time!!!

second, for my actual ask!! I was wondering how you think timkon’s proposal would be like? If you haven’t already told us, I feel like you have but I’m not sure!

thank you thank you!! i love kon and his issues. he has so many of them. (shameless plug for the kon agonies here again <3)

i love to think abt timkon proposal ideas. many possible ways it could go but i FIRMLY believe the one way it Can't go is "traditionally perfect and cliché and romantic". it has to go sideways at least a little. they're both weirdos with an insane general lifestyle. i have several ideas that i think are all really fun, but the baseline is just that there's no way it goes off without a hitch. therefore, i present:

how DO tim and kon get engaged? (one possibility!)

on a very casual chill date night in, while sharing a pizza while hanging out on the couch in their pajamas and watching star trek, they agree they want to get married. they also both agree it'll still be fun to do a proposal.

yeah each of them is now going "hehehe. i'm gonna surprise him with a nice date and i'll romance him as he deserves and then ask him to marry me and he will be swept off his feet!!!"

so. you know. now it's a race.

one weekend, kon takes tim on a lovely romantic date. by the point kon's got him sitting in his lap way up in the sky, twirling wispy clouds around them both into hearts while he points up at stars way overhead, tim is INCREDIBLY suspicious of what's coming (a proposal) and is SO mad because he was going to propose NEXT WEEKEND.

kon's sappy speech gets interrupted by toyman attacking metropolis and tim is like. oh thank god. i mean uhh... wow... FUCK toyman! i'm SO mad about this! meanwhile kon pouts the entire time he's decimating a small army of toy soldiers with real guns. tim finds this adorable.

kon almost still pops the question anyway, but his vanity stops him. his hair got a little singed by a giant firebomb and he's upset about it. he can't propose like this.

next weekend, tim takes kon on a lovely romantic date. when he goes down on one knee in front of a park fountain under a canopy of string lights (very romantic, kon deserves it), kon starts HOLLERING and pulls his ring box out like NO!!! I DID SO GOOD LAST WEEK IM PROPOSING TO YOU!!!!!

tim: NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST. CONNER KENT YOURE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE—

kon: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE YOURE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND IM GONNA PUNT YOU INTO THIS FOUNTAIN IF YOU DONT LET ME PROPOSE TO YOU FIRST—

tim, yelling over him: —AND I'D BE HONORED TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU—

kon tackles him.

they both fall into the fountain.

they both have to hunt for their ring boxes in the fountain.

passerby are staring.

they are in their nice fancy date clothes. on their hands and knees. crawling around in a big ol park fountain. it's cold. they're a mess. please send help

kon finds his ring box first (tim swears up and down that he cheated by ttking tim's box away every time he almost grabbed it) and tackles tim a second time, sits on him in the fountain, and grabs his face.

tim licks him. kon is, shockingly, undeterred.

"TIM," he says, and squishes tim's cheeks. "you're a STUBBORN ASSHOLE. WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

"I'M a stubborn asshole?!" tim demands. it's muffled because his cheeks are still very squished. "god, obviously yes, but you're the jackass, i planned tonight out so well and you hijacked it—"

kon kisses him. tim kisses him back.

tim's ring box mysteriously happens to brush his fingers then. very convenient, thank you, kon.

they exchange rings still sitting there in the cold water under all the lights. tim's teeth are starting to chatter.

passerby are still staring.

they don't care. they're engaged!

and that's the story of how tim drake gets mild hypothermia and kon fusses and frets over him for the rest of the weekend—uhhh I MEAN, the story of how tim and kon get engaged. yippee!!

#answers #rockstar-robin #timkon #i also think its very easy for ti to be a super lowkey casual affair #and i ALSO love the idea of a world-ending cataclysmic space battle for the pirates of the caribbean style proposal/wedding #but i think the comedy zone is just really fun. i like it when theyre silly #tim #kon #rambles

[rebelliousstories]

Co-Parenting

Relationship: Elvis/Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Fandom: Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 3,917

Main Masterlist: Here

Elvis/Austin Butler Masterlist: Here

Summary: When Priscilla leaves Elvis, he’s devastated. But, in just a few short years, he’s got a wonderful new wife. He knows he comes with a lot of baggage; an ex-wife, a young daughter, and being the biggest name in music since the roaring 20’s.

“El! Sto-o-op!! St-op i-it righ- n-n-n-now!” The high pitched giggles rang through the room. The curtains were still drawn, making the room dark; but inside it was light. Laughter permeated the room and made his whole world light up. He had no clue how he lived in darkness for so long when she seemed to bring in light.

“Oh no, lil mama. Not till you say it!” He continued to tickle her relentlessly. His wife was squirming on the bed, not able to get any traction on the silk sheets. Her nightie was already pushed above her waist so that his hands could tickle her sides. She continued to laugh and playfully protest before she couldn’t take it any more.

“Okay! Okay! I give!” Her husband had paused his assault, waiting to hear the magic words.

“Auntie’s cafe is better than Mimi’s.” She said, trying to catch her breath. He leaned down and gave her a kiss that left her just as breathless as before.

“Damn straight mama.” And he started to roll out of bed. But his wife reached up and dragged him back to bed and straddled him. His hands came to rest on her hips while she sat atop. He couldn’t help but think she looked divine with her hair all wild, and skin glowing. She looked down at her husband with the same look of adoration. His hair was also wild and messy and his eyes held a sparkle that hadn’t been there in a long time. She leaned down and gave him a kiss before pulling away.

“Ready for the day, Mr. Presley?” She asked, stroking her husbands hair. His hands massaged her hips at the same time.

“As long as you are, Mrs. Presley.” Then, the two got out of the disheveled bed, and started their day.

Elvis Aaron Presley was no stranger to heartache and struggle. He spent his childhood poor, and once he could provide for his family, he was shipped off to Germany. His mother died shortly after boot camp, and he was still sent away from the people that needed him most for two whole years. Once he was back, he was thrust into work, barely taking the time to get married to Priscilla and have his beloved Lisa Marie. Then the touring, the infidelity, the drugs; all on came tumbling down on him. He got divorced from Priscilla and developed a sort of co-parenting style for Lisa Marie. Once he was clean and had stayed clean off the prescription pills that is. It seemed that his life had some small highs and low lows nowadays. The was, of course, till he met her.

She was just an employee of the International in Vegas while he was there. She had worked there when he started preforming, often being the one to bring his room service to the door. He tried to charm her; get her into bed just for one night. She was stunning, and wasn’t going to budge. Elvis had never met a more stubborn woman. It was refreshing honestly. Having her treat him like a regular man, instead of Elvis Presley humbled him a lot. Soon, after he kept coming back and preforming, they began a friendship of sorts. He dropped his bravado act around her and felt like he was nineteen all over again. She would stay with him when she brought his meals. He’d often order something for her to eat while she was there because he knew the hotel was running her ragged. When he was officially divorced from Priscilla, he made his move. She, thankfully, didn’t turn down his invitation of a date night. The rest was history.

Dates, gifts, love, attention. She had it all. Of course she had to get over Elvis’ stage presence and his nightly ritual. But other than that, he stayed good and true. She helped him get off the drugs completely; he only allowed himself to indulge in drinking and cigars now. Which it was why, when he proposed, he had no reservations about it. She made him a better person, made him stand up for his career again and do what he wanted to do, regardless of what Parker thought. They had a small wedding, something just for them, friends, and family. Lisa Marie was the flower girl, and even Priscilla was at the wedding. He’ll never forget that first dinner at Graceland; his ex-wife, future wife, and daughter. All in one room.

~

The smells from the kitchen wafted through the house and soothed Elvis. It was a southern style spread; if he was to make it through this dinner, he was going to need all the comfort he could get. The one thing she insisted on making for tonight was her favorite apple crisp.

“Baby,” Elvis came up behind his girlfriend and wrapped himself around her from behind, “you don’ have ta do any o’ this, ya know that right? Cilla and Lisa Marie will be happy to finally meet ya.” But still she refused to budge.

“Elvis, this is your daughter and her mother. I gotta at least make a good impression. I mean they’re your family, baby.” She finally set the dessert down and Elvis took the opportunity to spin her around in his arms. The man gently placed his hand on her jaw and tilted her face up to his. His lips caught hers in a sweet embrace, and she cursed the fact that they had to breathe oxygen in order to live.

“Trust me, okay? Lisa’s just gonna be happy to have another girl around, and Priscilla is gonna like that you make me happy. Now, march upstairs and get changed young lady. I already set out your clothes.” She knew he wanted them to be matching for the dinner. But the fact that he would spend so much time just picking outfits, complete with shoes and accessories just for her, and just cause he wanted too; it made her heart swell.

She began her trek up the stairs of the house, but not before a loud smack rang through the air. When she turned to her husband, his eyes seemed a little preoccupied and not at all sorry.

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep baby.” She teased; walking even slower, and swinging her hips even more. She heard Elvis growl lightly behind her and he raced up the stairs after her. She squeaked and ran to their room; her partner hot on her trail.

When they finally welcomed Priscilla and Lisa Marie into Graceland that night, her nerves were on fire. Elvis was himself; joking, laughing, and smiling. Priscilla seemed weary of her at first, but she soon warmed up to the new woman on Elvis’ arm. After dinner, they made their way to the couch and enjoyed some time together. Lisa Marie was tucked into her daddy’s side, while his girlfriend was tucked into his other side. Priscilla watched all of this with curious eyes. Eventually, Elvis had to excuse himself, which left his girls together in the same room.

“He’s happy with you.” Priscilla said, making the other girl stop. She set her drink down and looked at Elvis’ ex-wife.

“Thank you. I try to.” She brushed off what the other woman had said, but she wasn’t having any off that.

“I mean it. I haven’t seen him this… present… in a long time.” Priscilla noticed the look of confusion on the other woman’s face. She chuckled and explained.

“When I was married to Elvis, it seemed like he was present just before or after a show. Never in between. It caused such a major rift in our relationship that I wasn’t able to take it. But seeing him here, with you. Well, I’m happy to see him doing so much better.” The young woman couldn’t help but sputter at her words.

“Please, don’t think I’m tryin to take your place here, Priscilla. That ain’t what I’m-”

“Stop sweetie,” Priscilla raised her hand to silence the woman, “I know that’s not your intention. Elvis and I have had talks about us before you came along dear. He’s yours now. I know that we have a place in his heart, mostly for Lisa’s sake. But that man loves you. Take it from someone who was married to him for Christ’s sake.” Both women broke out into laughter at her words.

“Now what did I miss out on? Somethin’ funny?” Elvis’ voice rang out as he came back into the room. He sat back in his spot on the couch, Lisa tucked back into his side. He wrapped an arm around his laughing girlfriend and looked between the two women like they were crazy.

“What?” He chuckled out. The women had finished laughing by now, and were calming down.

“Nothin’ baby. Don’ worry your pretty little head.” She said, pressing a gentle kiss to her man’s cheek. Elvis looked down at Lisa Marie who was starting to drift in and out of consciousness. He leaned down slightly to whisper in his daughter’s hair.

“You know what they talkin’ ‘bout, baby girl?” His “whisper” was loud enough that the other two women could hear and start to laugh at. Lisa Marie simply snuggled back into her father’s chest which caused him to chuckle. Priscilla watched the scene with a loving gaze. It was clear to her that this woman made Elvis happy; happier than he had been in a very long time. Even if it couldn’t be her, she was glad someone was looking after Elvis.

~

That memory was fond in the minds of the Presley’s. As Elvis pulled on his clothes for the day, he watched his wife sit down at her vanity and put on her makeup for the day. She diligently applied the foundation, and swipe on her eyeliner for the day. He finished getting dressed, and moved to the bathroom to fix up his hair. But nothing he did could get the pitch black hairs to stay in place. He wasn’t too concerned with having his hair styled up like when he was younger; just wanted it to look presentable. His wife made her way into the bathroom, dressed in a pastel shirt and pants combo. As she went to do her own hair for the day, she noticed her husband having a rather difficult time.

“Need some help, honey?” She asked, already moving to grab the product he put in his hair. Elvis sighed, dejectedly, and sat down on top of the toilet so she could have better access to his head. She had yet to put on any of her rings, so the product glided from her hands to his hair effortlessly. His hands came and rested on the small of her back, and let his eyes slip shut. Her hands continued to dance all around his head and he was in love with it.

“Careful baby. You start drifting further, ya gonna start purrin’ like one of them barn cats we got out back.” She chuckled out. Elvis opened his eyes again to see his wife wipe her hands on the towel. His gaze shifted over to the mirror and was pleased to see that his hair finally looked how he wanted it to.

“Now how is it, that I can fight all day and night long with my hair and it don’t lay down. But you spend five minutes runnin’ ya hands through and it behaves for you? That’s some bullshit, lil mama.” He was joking of course, but the way he said it could’ve fooled anyone. Elvis placed a hand on her waist and carefully placed a kiss to her cheek before moving to put on his accessories. He didn’t want to mess up the hair she spent so long doing. He opened the curtains to let in just a little bit of light and turned around to see his wife putting her jewelry on. All of it; her engagement ring, wedding band, necklaces. The last to go on was a wax seal styled gold necklace that had Elvis’ initials in it, but she couldn’t get the clasp right. He came up behind her and gently took the necklace from her hands while she silently moved her hair.

“There you go, mama,” he wrapped his arms around her and looked int the mirror at them, “God damn we are one hot couple. Dontcha think Satnin?” He asked, gazing deep into her eyes through the reflective glass. She placed her arms on top of his and leaned back into his embrace.

“We sure are, daddy. Come on. We gotta get ready for Lisa Marie.” Reluctantly they unwound themselves from each other. Before they could depart entirely, she reached up and kissed Elvis. It had quickly become her favorite thing in the world to do. When she pulled away, she wiped her thumb across his lips.

“Sorry baby. Got some lipstick on ya.” Once she finished wiping, he pressed a kiss to her thumb and they were off. They went downstairs and made sure that the house was all ready to go, then hopped in the Cadillac to go to the airport. Elvis had placed a call before they left the house to make sure that the jet was all ready to go before they got there. It was their week with Lisa and they intended to make the most of it. The ride to the airport was uneventful, besides Elvis making the mandatory stop by the fans in front of Graceland for autographs and photos. Finally, on the jet and able to relax, Elvis let his wife snuggle up to his side. She rested there comfortably, reading a book while he looked out the window. He watched Memphis pass them by and the clouds as they flew across the country. His knee bounced up and down, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his wife.

“You alright there, baby?” Her hand came to rest on his shaking knee, and Elvis looked down at her. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m okay, Satnin. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me.” Elvis tried to convince her, but she wasn’t buying it.

“Elvis, I’m your wife. I know you better than you know yourself,” she leaned up to look him directly in the eye, “come on. What’s going on with ya baby? You ain’t usually like this.” Her hands drifted into his hair, which provided the man some comfort. He took in a deep breath, and moved his wife to his lap.

“Do you- do you think that I’m doin’ a good job?” He asked timidly. She gazed at him curiously.

“Of course, baby. You always do a good job. You take care of others, your fans love ya. You take care of your own-” Elvis cut her off gently.

“No, no. That ain’t what I mean. Do you- do you think- I’m a good father?” He couldn’t look in her eyes when he asked the vulnerable question. But her heart broke to see how depressed the question made her husband.

“Oh daddy. Now what brought this on? You know you are. Lisa loves you, baby. Why are you doubtin’ yourself?” She questioned carefully. It wasn’t often that Elvis let his insecurities get the better of him. He didn’t put up a confident front, but rather he chose not to focus on the insecurity. Elvis didn’t have the time to focus on his insecurities, or let himself feel bad. He had too many people relying on him to focus on that kind of thing. But recently, with his time off that he took off in preparation for his daughter coming to town.

“W-w-w-well, I-I-I’m just sayin’ doll. I can’t help but feel like I should be doin’ more. I’m not doin’ enough for Lisa or even Priscilla who raises her as well. I wanna be a good father, like my daddy, but I’m just… I don’ know mama.” Elvis’ head came to rest on his wife’s shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck. He didn’t want to face her while he bared his soul open. But her hands ran through his hair, messing it up but neither one of them cared too much. Elvis needed comfort, and his wife wanted to provide that.

“Elvis, baby. You are such a good daddy to Lisa. And you’re a good man to Priscilla. You have so much love in your heart baby. And you’re navigatin’ a difficult situation. But you workin’ with Priscilla to help raise Lisa Marie for the betterment of the girl. She loves her daddy, and she knows that her daddy loves her. Don’t you ever question that.” Her hands moved from Elvis’ hair to his face. She gently moved his face so that he was looking directly into her eyes. The sadness in his eyes broke her heart. Ever so delicately, she leaned in and pressed gentle kisses all over his face, missing his lips.

Elvis shut his eyes and let his wife’s gentle caresses smooth him. The amount of love he could feel pour out of her nearly brought him to tears. He relaxed into her awaiting arms and let himself finally decompress and get everything out before getting his daughter. He never wanted to bring his daughter into his lifestyle, and he certainly didn’t want to bring his work home to her. She felt his muscles fully relax underneath him. It made her feel good to be able to let her husband be this exposed to her. His soul and heart was raw and unfiltered. It was for her to experience in its unchained entirety, and her alone.

“How do you always know how to make me feel better, Satnin?” Elvis questioned, leaning further into her hands, still not opening his eyes. He felt her smile rather than saw it.

“Just know how to take care of my baby. Now, what do you say to takin’ a nap? We’ve still got a couple hours before we touch down.” Elvis nodded his head and let his wife pull him towards the bed the was located in the in the jet. He fell onto the bed and pulled his wife into his chest, allowing himself to rest and enjoy the comforting presence of his wife.

In just a couple of hours, the Presleys had touched down in LA where a blacked out car was waiting for them. They rode in the back, only bringing the necessary security needed. There was no need to have excessive security for this trip. The weather in Los Angeles was lovely and the sun was bright overhead. Priscilla’s house was coming near, and Elvis started getting antsy. His knee was bouncing again, to which his wife placed a hand on it to try and still her husband. He placed his hand on top of hers and brought it to his lips to kiss. The driver pulled around to the front of the house, and the Presleys barely had time to get out of the car before the front door of the house had opened. Elvis helped his wife out of the house and felt his daughter barrel into his legs. He laughed and turned around in his daughter’s arms before he picked her up.

“Lisa Marie! Hi baby!” Elvis exclaimed, hugging her close to him. He placed kisses on her head and face as she giggled. His wife came up beside Elvis, and Lisa reached out for her. Elvis transferred his daughter to his wife, and watched them interact with fond eyes. The man looked over towards the front door, only to see another set of eyes watching the scene fondly. Priscilla waited by the front door with her daughters favorite toy that came with her everywhere. Elvis walked up to his former wife and she welcomed him with open arms.

“Hey Cilla.” He gently said, wrapping his arms around her.

“Hey Elvis.” She responded, giving him a squeeze before letting him go. She looked back to her daughter and Elvis’ wife. The two were interacting so warmly, and it made her heart swell. Elvis turned his eyes to the scene as well and felt so much love for his wife and daughter.

“They’re good together.” Priscilla leaned against the door; Elvis was right next to her, and agreed.

“Yeah. She seems to be good in the life.” His wife and daughter were now both sitting on the ground, while Lisa Marie showed her the new doll she had received. His wife was thoroughly invested in the story of the doll and all the adventures she had already gone on.

“Lisa asked me if she was going to be her new mommy, ya know?” While Priscilla mentioned this casually, never taking her eyes off the two girls in front of her; Elvis turned so fast to her that he was afraid of whiplash. She turned to the man and smiled at his shocked face.

“Ain’t no one gonna replace you, Cilla. You are Lisa Marie’s mother. Now, I love my wife; but she ain’t tryin’ to replace ya.” He tried to speak as fast as he could but Priscilla only laughed.

“Elvis, calm down. I know that I’m not being replaced. I just wanted to let you know. Lisa loves her; and I’m glad that you have someone in your life that’s taking care of you.” The look on her face was sincere. Elvis was shocked at how much she was genuinely happy for him. There was no trace of jealousy, or malice, in Priscilla’s face or voice. He smiled at her, and felt his heart get a little lighter.

“Thank you Cilla. That really means a lot to me, and I know that she appreciates it.” Elvis said quietly; his daughter and wife coming near. Lisa’s smile was big as she held her step-mother’s hand, and his wife’s smile matched her.

“Priscilla! How are you, dear?” She came up and the women embraced. They both had a smile on their faces as they gently talked. Lisa came up and held her father’s hand. He looked down at his beloved baby girl and crouched down to talk to her.

“You ready to go to Graceland, baby girl?” The young girl nodded excitedly at her father. He stood back up and collected his wife while Lisa said one last goodbye to her mother. Elvis collected his girls, and sent a wave back to Priscilla. He helped his girls into the car and felt the car moving underneath him. On the car ride back to the airport, Lisa started talking to Elvis and her step mother about her stay with her mother and everything that happened. She sat in between the two adults and talked as fast as her little heart could go. His wife sat there, intently listening to her stories.

Elvis watched his girls, and he couldn’t believe his luck. He had a career where he could take care of his loved ones, the ability to do what he loved for his fans, a daughter and a loving wife. Things had not worked out with Priscilla; while they would likely never get back together, he was thankful that they could work everything out for the sake of Lisa Marie. It wasn’t how he thought that life was going to work out for him, but he was okay with it as long as it didn’t change.

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[brienneoftarth1989]

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Brienne of Tarth x Fem Reader - Smut

Summary: - After a long journey you and Brienne arrive at Harrenhal. Brienne heads straight to the communal baths as you stay behind in your room. However you both end up in there making it a lot steamier than it already was.

Warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding

Requests open

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You and Brienne have been on the road for months. Since she was knighted you had been appointed as her squire. To say you were kind of scared of the knight was an understatement but you also had a secret crush on the tall blonde knight.

“Y/n will you hurry up” she moaned at you as you kept dropping your stuff on the floor. It had been a long journey and all you both wanted to do was rest. “Well you could help” you protested as you walked up towards the castle of Harrenhal. Brienne immediately stopped in her tracks turning to face you with a stern look on her face. “You y/n are my squire therefore you should be doing this for me” she said sternly before turning back on her heels and continuing her journey to the castle.

“I understand that Brienne but it might be quicker if you helped plus I won’t be dropping everything” you said kindly trying not to annoy your crush even more than you already have. “I shouldn’t need to help you. Now come on and hurry up I just need to rest” she shouted entering the castle with you following at least 100 yards behind her due to struggling with all your belongings.

When you finally entered the castle you could see Brienne standing there waiting for you considering you had all her stuff. You rolled your eyes slightly annoyed. “Seriously if you were just gonna stand and wait you could have at least helped giving me a hand taking these to your room” you say dropping your stuff on the floor. She rolls her eyes before walking over and grabbing her stuff before walking back off to find her room.

You rolled your eyes. You did wonder how you put up with that woman some times. It still didn’t change how you felt about her. You admired the tall beauty and although you knew she could be stubborn and tough she did have a soft side to her. You gathered the rest of your belongings before being shown to your room.

Once safely in your room you placed your belongings down on the floor before throwing yourself onto the nice soft bed. You could stay there forever but you started to feel cold. You looked up and could see that the fire was starting to die. You pulled yourself out of bed and went to throw some food on the fire to keep it alive. You sat beside the fire waiting for the logs to catch alight.

Meanwhile Brienne had gone straight to her room to dump her belongings there before heading to the communal baths. She sighed in relief to see she was the only one there. She stripped herself of her clothing before stepping into the nice warm bath. This was long overdue. She let her mind wander and all she could think about was you. Over the last couple months she kept noticing that you kept glancing over at her and every time she caught you in the act you would immediately avert your gaze somewhere else. Brienne thought you were fucking with her. There is no way someone like you would be interested in her at all. That is why she has been avoiding you and brushing you off all the time. She hoped that you would get the message and finally stop trying to hurt her. But you didn’t stop because what you didn’t know is that you didn’t realise that Brienne felt this way. Your feelings for Brienne were real and your plan was never to hurt her.

Sighing, Brienne relaxed deeper into the water before eventually going under the water. It was peaceful. She planned to stay like this for the rest of her time in the communal baths only coming up every so often for air.

After your fire had finally come back to life you decided it was time for a nice relaxing bath. It was something that is well overdue. Unfortunately on the road there are not many places you can just stop to freshen yourself up. You add some additional logs to the fire before leaving your room to find the communal baths.

After about five minutes of roaming the castles you finally found the communal bath. You open the door stepping into the steamy room. You looked around and saw no one. Absolutely perfect you thought. You stripped yourself of your clothes, placing them in a neat pile out the way before stepping into the nearest bath. You moaned slightly as your body came in contact with the hot water. This was perfect. You felt yourself relax instantly.

Your mind immediately went straight to Brienne. After months on the road and not being able to release the ache between your legs you finally decided enough was enough. You let you hand travel down your body before finding its way to your sensitive clit. You rubbed small circles on the bundle of nerves thinking of all the things the knight could do to you. The thought of her tongue between your folds, her fingers deep inside you curling to hit that sensitive spot that always sent you over the edge, the thought of…

“Y/N what are you doing in here?” Brienne asked, raising her voice slightly wondering when the hell you got there. Your eyes opened instantly and your hand pulled away from your core. Your face was red instantly “bri..Brienne I uhh didn’t know where you were. Where were you?” You asked confused as to where the hell she was and why you didn’t hear her come in.

Brienne looked you up and down confused as to why you were red as a tomato “I was under the water” she stated plain as day. “So are you going to get out then?” She asked bluntly. You immediately rolled your eyes “I don’t see why you are getting annoyed at me. I didn’t even know you were here. I’m not getting out, I want to relax. I don’t see why you have such a problem with me Brienne. I have been nothing but nice to you and I get treated like shit” you said raising your voice while sitting up so your breasts were now exposed.

Brienne took a look down at your chest before making eye contact with you again. “You’re my problem y/n. You’ve been taking the piss out of me since we have been on the road together. Always giving me these looks and then looking away and not talking to me. It annoys me. You annoy me”

“I’m not taking the piss out of you Brienne. I look at you because I like you. I look away because I get embarrassed because you have caught me looking and then I go shy. That’s why I don’t talk. I don’t do this because I don’t like you. It’s the complete opposite to be honest” you sighed looking up to meet Brienne’s gaze trying to read her face. “You’re bullshitting” she protested trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You stand up fully exposed to the knight opposite you. You walk over to Brienne before perching yourself down next to her. “Brienne, I'm not bullshitting. I’ve had this massive crush on you for ages. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want things to get awkward between us considering I believed that you didn’t feel the same way” you sighed hoping that maybe she would believe you. “I don’t believe you y/n” she started turning her head away.

Before you had even had the opportunity to process what happened your hand had landed just under her chin pulling her to look back at you. “Then let me show you” you whisper before looking down at her lips and leaning in. Your movements slow so that if she wanted to pull away she could. However you were surprised to find that her lips made contact with you first. The kiss was long, deep and passionate before eventually becoming desperate for more. Your hands in her hair and her hands in yours the kiss became more erratic.

You pulled away for air. You rested your forehead on hers. You watched as her eyes fluttered open. “Brienne” you whispered. You felt her shiver “yes y/n” she whispered back. “I need you Brienne. I need to feel you. I need your touch. Please Brienne. Please fuck me!” You begged her. She moaned into your ear “my pleasure” she whispered into your ears before diving back into the kiss. You moaned into the kiss, swiping your tongue across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she granted. You both fought for dominance before submitting to the blonde beauty. She explored your mouth with her tongue before pulling away and trailing kisses down to your neck sucking on your pulse point.

“Mmm fuck Brienne” you moaned as she pulled away leaving a delicate kiss on the now very prominent hickey. You continued trailing kisses down your body finally reaching your hardened nipples. Kissing the sensitive bud before gently sucking and swirling her tongue causes you to release a moan. Her other hand palmed your other breast before starting to travel down your body landing on your hips. She pulled away before placing her other hand on the other side of your hip lifting you up and placing you on the cold concrete floor. You shivered at the sudden coolness. Brienne placed her hands on your thighs spreading your legs. She looks into your eyes silently asking for your consent. “Please Brienne. I need to feel you” moaning into the crook of her neck. That was all confirmation she needed before lowering herself so she was level with your soaking wet core.

She trailed kisses up the inside of your thigh before finally making contact with your clit leaving a single kiss before swiping her tongue from your clit to your entrance before going straight back to your clit making small circular motions with her tongue. You moan at her touch, throwing your head back as you buck your hips into her mouth to get some more friction.

Brienne grabs your hips keeping you in place as she works magic with her tongue on your clit. “I..I’m close” you moaned trying to grind your hips “cum for me baby girl. I need to taste your cum” she whispers against your clit. With that single command you felt your release instantly coming as Brienne continued to lap up your cum. She helped you come down from your high but before you could flip her around to give her the same pleasure she gave you she decided to plunge two of her fingers into your soaking wet cunt while playing with your clit with her thumb.

“Ahh fuck Brienne! Fuck me harder” you moaned spreading your legs wider giving her more room to work with. At your command she picks up her pace working overtime on your overly sensitive clit. “Are you going to come for me again you dirty little whore?” She smirked as she gazed up into your eyes, not stopping what she was doing to you. You felt the build up again but this time slightly different. You came closer and closer to your orgasm as you then covered Brienne in your squirt. You rode out your orgasm as Brienne moaned into your cunt.

“Fuck baby girl that was so fucking hot” she moaned pulling away and sucking her fingers clean. She didn’t even have time to think as you pulled Brienne out of the water and had her straddle your thigh. “I want you to come for me. Use me for your pleasure” you moaned into her ear grabbing her hips motioning for her to start grinding on your tensed thigh. You could feel her slick spread over your thighs as she started to grind against you.

You knew she was getting close when her pace quickened and you could feel her soft moans in your ear getting louder and louder. “Cum for me brienne” you moaned before sucking on her pulse point leaving a number of hickeys behind. You felt her whole body shake as she came, having to then put a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. After her orgasm you felt her body collapse on top of you.

Come on darling, let's get you cleaned up. You both got back into the bath bathing one another. “My room is going to be freezing” Brienne chuckled as she rested her head on your shoulder. “Did you forget to fuel the fire?” You asked, wrapping your arm around her shoulders keeping her close. “Yh I did because I’m an idiot” she sighed.

“You’re not an idiot Brienne. I tell you what, let's get dressed and go back to my room. I put some logs on the fire before I came down so it should be nice and toasty. You can stay the night if you want” you suggested hoping the tall beauty wouldn’t deny your request.

She kissed you deeply “I would love too” pulling you back into another kiss.

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[practickles]

HarukAiri Tickle Headcanons

Some of these got LONG. Maybe potential fic ideas.

Tickle fights with these two get REAL. 

They are both competitive, stubborn and have ridiculously good physical stamina.

Even panting and teary-eyed, they just. keep. going. 

Giving up and admitting defeat doesn't even cross their minds until their voices are hoarse and even the slightest touch has them giggly. 

Usually they both either claim to win and “agree to disagree” because they don't want to admit how tired they are OR call it a draw and have a rematch a couple hours later.

There is somehow not EVER a decisive winner. 

Anyone who didn't know them might find it moderately concerning.

One of the rare soft forms of competition is typically during movie night/any scenario where they’re holding each other on the couch. One of them will be relaxing and idol-ly (ha) stroking the other’s back before she gets the twitch which is all but a declaration of war.The game then begins and is operated on a set of unwritten rules because to write them would mean admitting they exist. They sit there and geeeently trace each other’s back/shoulders until someone giggles and then has to get absolutely WRECKED. Neither of them have ever acknowledged it to the other. 

They don't tickle each other often enough to really consider it something significant in their relationship. Just another form of affection.

Airi ends up ler more often than not purely because she just happens to lean more ler. She very rarely actively craves tickles, at least not in the way Haruka does. 

Airi also gives KILLER tickle bites. Haruka is very sensitive to mouth tickles on her stomach and Airi is consequently very good at making her girlfriend’s life hard.

*Can* do raspberries but prefers acting like she’s going to and instead nibbles to her heart’s content. 

Tickling is one of Airi’s favorite approaches to Haruka’s body image issues, assuming she’s not in the mood to be serious about them. 

Airi generally uses tickling as a way to get Haruka out of her own head.

She also does not hesitate to do it in front of other people too, which Haruka finds flustering to no end. Especially in front of Minori and Shizuku who are two separate flavors of “awwwww!” 

Minori does it in an adoring “my idol is so cute right now! She should smile like that all the time!” way. 

Shizuku is more of a “what a cute moment between my two dear friends!” 

Either way Haruka just wants them to stop cooing at her. (no she doesn’t)

When Haruka is in a lee mood, conceptually, asking Airi is no big deal until she’s in front of her. Something about her big eyes and smug look reduce her to absolute rubble. 

Airi, of course, NEVER helps fill in the words. Haruka isn’t getting what she wants until she CLEARLY utters the EXACT words. 

“Aw, c’mon Haru! You can be clearer than those mumbles! You do it on stage all the time! In fact maybe we should practice your projection right now too…” 

She likes to tease as if tickling is just training. “Oh you’re babbling a lot, aren’t you? A good idol can talk through any amount of strain” And then she doubles down, making her tasks downright impossible. 

They are complete opposites on the “scary ler” spectrum. 

While Airi is more “everything all at once” and goes for worst spots and stays there before switching up out of nowhere, Haruka tends to be more meticulous, taking the time to find out exactly what the best approach is. 

They both have a “ler voice”, I'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes they'll switch randomly into a tease-y flirty voice and the other knows they’re done for. 

I know I’ve talked about precise ler Haruka on here before so I won’t say more than that but I cannot emphasize enough just how bad that is. 

One of my favorite pjsk tkl headcanons EVER is that Airi’s stomach isn’t at all ticklish so people will poke once or twice then give up in favor of somewhere different. The actual death spot, however, is in her belly button. No reaction anywhere else on her stomach EXCEPT for there. 

Haruka was the first one to figure this out (including Airi herself) and frequently uses it when Airi’s being grouchy. 

Haruka uses a lot of “cheer up” tickles. This basically translates to “Airi please take a deep breath and calm down before I have to tickle you to bits just to see you smile.”

Airi doesn’t feel fear often, preferring to deal with her problems head on instead of running away. Haruka in a full tickle monster mood though? She becomes a COWARD (totally justified) It doesn’t happen often, so a lot of energy gets built up at once and then explodes out all at once. 

Sometimes she’s just wound up and fidgety, sometimes Airi needs to be knocked down from her podium, really anything can trigger it and it’s sometimes as much a surprise to Haruka as it is to Airi when it happens. 

The primary problem is that Haruka both A: Knows EXACTLY how to get to Airi and B: Knows she can take it. 

The fact that Airi lers more is more than made up for in pure intensity. 

Haruka also, language-wise, has a scarily good memory and likes to throw Airi’s word right back into her face.

“Look how strong I’ve gotten! It’s not fair unless you get the same training.” “What’s that? I thought a good idol was supposed to talk through anything”

Airi is a screamer and Haruka will never admit the self satisfaction that she feels if she can get silent laughter from her. 

Same goes for giggly Airi. Just not something that happens. 

I made them both seem super mean throughout most of this and maybe they are… a little bit. But it’s out of love! They’re each confident in each other’s ability to withstand it and both know the other (especially Airi to Haruka) needs to let some fun into their life, even if it has to be forced.

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Ignore the date ignore the date guys just ignore the date ignore th-

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[nightlyshades]

stay ready (what a life)

mingyu x fem. character || smut / angst ||  2.8k - part 4 of SAIL OUT series, inspired by jhené aikos album. can be read alone.

warnings: description of toxic relationship, sex without condom, pls lmk if i missed anything!

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We do not exist in any other instant. Here in this dimension, you and I are meant to be.

“Let’s go for a ride” Mingyu says.

“Now?” she asks, still focused on her phone.

“Yes” he answers and taps her legs thrown over his lap.

“It’s 2AM” she says, and finally looks at him.

“I know” he leans over where she’s laying on the couch and gives her a light peck on the lips, “So, let’s go” and then he gets up. She bites her lips and looks at him still from the couch. It felt weird. Being here. With him.

Their dynamic had changed in the past few weeks. He’d called her after their morning together, which was expected. And then she would return the same call after a night out, which was expected. Then he’d let her come on his tongue, fingers in his hair, which was also expected. But then weekend calls turned into weekday calls, and then she’d stayed the night, and the night after that. And after almost a week, she wasn’t sure what to make out of it. She’d forgotten how nice it was being with him, when the alcohol didn’t poison their bodies and minds.

But she can’t help feeling a bit uneasy- like they were on borrowed time. As if at any moment it would again turn bad, with ugly words thrown between them- a mixture of her stubbornness and his persistence. She hates how she’d let her insecurities continuously take over, hates how mean she could get, hates how she’d let other people's opinion affect her- but even moreso, she hates how he forgave her each time.

Mingyu returns with a jacket on, he gives her his hand- and again, she takes it.

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The radio is playing some indie-song, and except from a few trucks, they are the only ones on the road. She looks out the window, counting the street lights as they drive by- she gives up after twenty-five.

“Are you cold?” Mingyu breaks the silence, his hand reaching over. “No” she answers, but he still turns up the heat before slipping his fingers between hers. She could almost scream of how domestic everything was, holding his hand, wearing his hoodie, going on a spontaneous late-night car-ride.

Before she even can register it, her eyes are welling up, a single tear-drop hitting their intertwined hands. Mingyu notices, and immediately looks over at her. “Hey, hey, hey” his tone worried, he pats her head as he takes the first exit. Trying to calm her down while he finds a parking-lot.

“What’s wrong?” he asks and turns to her, right after he parks the car. He takes off his seat belt and leans over so he can wipe her tears. His concern only seems to make it worse, as she sobs harder. “Are you hurt?” he tries, and she manages to shake her head. “Okay” he goes “I’ll just drive us back, okay?” she shakes her head more firmly this time. “Okay, okay. We’ll stay here” Mingyu bites his lips, doesn’t know how to make it better. Not even sure if he’d ever seen her cry before- he hates it. He leans over again and helps her take off her own seat-belt, his hand coming back up to her face. “Baby... Just… I just need you to take a breath, please” he goes.

She tries to calm down and speaks “Ple- please stop.” Her words coming out in hiccups “Sto-op being so nice.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

She tries to even out her breathing, so she can continue “I’ve been horrible to you.” She sniffs and wipes her nose with her sleeve. “I’ve been so nasty to you. And you still hold my hand, and wipe my tears, and call me baby. I don’t deserve this” she finally looks at him, her eyes red, “You don’t deserve this.”

He looks at her with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of what she just said.

“Okay, okay” he goes when he sees tears brimming her eyes again, “Just try to calm down.” His hand stroking her arm.

“____” he says her name to make her focus. “I think we both can do better at being nicer to each-other” he winces, thinking back on all of the stuff he has said in anger. “And, I know this is hard for you to accept, but” this time it’s his sleeve that wipes her nose “But, you don’t need to do anything in order to be cared for. Just please stop fighting it.”

He continues when she doesn’t respond, “____, I care about you, because I do. I’m not going to ask for anything in return, and it’s not fair for you to ask me to stop.” Her eyes are casted down, her tears free-falling down on her lap- feeling embarrassed, overwhelmed and so apologetic towards him. Folding her arm over her face, she takes a deep breath. She rubs her eyes against the fabric, tries so desperately to stop crying, his hand patiently rubbing her back.

“I’m scared” she says when she looks at him again.

“I know.” he scratches the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. Mingyu had a feeling that this conversation was bound to come up, and if he were to be honest, he’d tried to ignore it just as much as she was. Happy to just continue living in their bubble, with their somewhat normal routine- eating breakfast together, having her there when he came home, her toothbrush adorning his in the bathroom. Getting a glimpse of how it could be, if they were to actually be together. It really did feel different this time, and Mingyu knew he would regret it if he didn’t give it a final try.

“But, I also think that we deserve a fair chance” he finally tells her firmly. He grabs her hand, and stops her from picking at her nails “Without any self-sabotaging, no more games- just you and me.” She bites her lip, wishing she could just agree and let it happen, but the uncertainty still clouding over. He seems to notice her hesitance. He dips his head so he can catch her eyes “It’s okay. We’ll take it one day at a time. I really think this is it, ____.” And she could feel it too- that this was their last chance at making it right. He continues, “Just trust us.”

His eyes are almost begging- he looks so young. Her heart hurts for him a bit, like she is reminded that he too is just as scared as her. This was Mingyu, her Mingyu. She nods slowly “Okay.”

“Okay” he returns with a small smile. He lets his thumb run over her lips, before leaning over the console. She meets him halfway. It’s ungraceful and a bit awkward at first, with her sniffing and lashes still wet- but in some ways, it calms her to feel him close. All was out. There was nothing more to hide between them. He pulls her closer to him, trying to relay his feelings. Their breathing synced, her thoughts seeming to zimmer down. This was familiar, this they knew. She gives a small moan when his tongue swipes against her bottom-lip, she pulls away and says,

“Let’s go home.”

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Back at the apartment, it feels like the place that she had grown used to in the last couple of days, has gotten so unfamiliar now that the chance of permanency was looming over it. She has a loose grip on his hand as she follows behind him with small steps. Mingyu grabs the remote from the couch and turns off the TV which had been left when they went out, his hand still holding hers.

In the bedroom, he finally turns around and faces her. He brings her closer, hands cupping her face, fingers rubbing against her dried tears. She’s all of the sudden aware of her looks, and closes her eyes embarrassed. Mingyu leaves tender kisses around her face. “So, so pretty” he goes, and a slight blush colors her.

Wanting to feel him, she goes up on her tippy-toes and kisses him. It’s slow and gentle, almost if any sudden movement would make the moment vanish. Mingyu leans into the kiss, his hand on the curve of her back, his other resting on her neck. He groans when she presses against him. He sneaks his hand up her shirt, and then breaks away.

“Up” Mingyu instructs, before taking the hoodie off her. He backs towards the bed, guiding her with him as he sits down on the edge. She grabs his shirt by the shoulder and pulls it off him. He returns his kisses on her skin, from her collarbone down between her breasts, one of his hands coming up, his thumb teasing her nipple. Her hand has a soft grip on his hair, as she lets him kiss and nip at her skin, can already feel the faint marks forming around her chest as he moves. Unbuttoning her pants, he lets her take them off, leaving her bare. She stands back over him, his hands resting below her ass.

Mingyu places one last sweet kiss to her chest and looks up, waiting for her to make the next move. He sits there patient as her fingers move across his face- traces the mole on his cheek, runs her finger over his eyebrow. The air is quiet, both focused on each-other- not rushing through like they usually did. It feels oddly intimate seeing him like this, feels her heart beating a bit faster. She brings his hand to her chest, lays it flat so he can feel the faint thumping.

“I’m nervous” she admits to him, avoiding his eyes as she focuses on tracing his lips. “Don’t have to be” he responds and grabs her hand, kisses it, can feel the words against her fingertips as he continues to reassure “I’ll take care of you, promise”.  

Pushing the back of her thighs, her knees come on either side of him. He has one hand on her hip, steadying her as he swipes her hair from her neck, before placing a kiss there. He continues up her jaw, his hand pushing her more firmly on him. Her breath gets caught when he pushes up slightly, making sure she could feel him through his pants. She leans in closer and tries to kiss him, but he holds his lips just out of reach, both of them breathing heavily against each-other.

“Oh my god” she moans when one roll hits her clit, her grip tightening around his arm “Please, Mingyu” she begs. He places a kiss to the corner of her mouth, before bringing her back with him as he moves and lays down on the bed. Her lips find his, fingers working on his pants, letting him kick them off. She breaks the kiss when her core slides over his cock, her head going to the crook of his neck. “Fuck” Mingyu groans, feeling her wetness, his fingers pressing deeper into her thighs as he glides her back and forth on him. Her breath hitches before moaning into his ear when his tip slides into her, nails sinking into his shoulder.

Mingyu holds her close, his hand brushing down her hair. “It’s okay. Just take it slow” he says, his hand on her hip as she takes more of him. She lifts her head when he’s finally sheathed inside of her, keeping still. He kisses her softly, his hand going down her sides, letting her take her time. Always appreciative when she didn’t rush through it, feeling like she actually needed him in these times.

But when she finally moves her hips, Mingyu can’t help the groan coming from his chest. She leans a bit back, and raises her hips before going back down, and then she sets a steady rhythm. “Fuck, that’s it” he encourages. She moans when he brings his thumb to her clit, mouth latching on her breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple before sucking it.

“Shit Mingyu, you feel so good ” she says breathlessy, before quickening her pace a bit. Keeps moving her hips fast, her thighs hitting his on each bounce. Their foreheads pressed together as she fucks him, and then he takes his hand and gives her a hard slap on her ass. “Fuck, mark me, baby” she says, wanting to feel the sting. He brings back his hand and slaps her until he feels her skin hot under his palm, gripping her flesh and kneading it. The vibration goes straight to her core, and she curses, unable to move because of the pleasure.

Mingyu is quick to take over, raises her hips a bit, and holds her still while he fucks her from below. “Can fucking feel it. Come, baby” he says through gritted teeth, not slowing down. Her face is pressed into his neck, her hand gripping his on her hip, a moan ripping through her when he goes faster. “Fuck, Mingyu! Stop” she almost screams, trying to get off his lap when he doesn’t ease his grip on her. Mingyu is too gone, wants to feel her tight. With his feet planted on the bed, he ruts up into her, keeps her hips steady.

She cries into the pillow as she comes, her hand gripping the sheets. His hips still moving under her, only stopping when her body is limp against his. He then sits up with her, cradling her in his arms, as he shushes into her ear. “I got you, I got you” he says out of breath, this time feeling his own heart beating hard in his chest, his fingers running down her spine. “You did so well, baby” he praises, and tries desperately to ignore the squelching sound when she keeps clenching around him, gives her a chance to calm down.

When he drags her away from his neck, her eyes are teary. He kisses her tears as they run down her cheeks, keeps shushing against her swollen lips, kissing her gently. He can feel her take deeper breaths, steadying her breathing. “There you go, just like that” his hand squeezing her thigh, groans when she gives him a small roll. He moves his hand to her ass, palms the supple flesh. She then kisses him with a bit more intent. Moaning into him when he licks into her mouth, spit exchanging as they kiss messily. “Shit” she curses when he stirs his cock inside of her.

Sitting back a bit, she looks at him. “Remind me to never share you again” she finally speaks, her eyes still a bit glossy, voice a bit rough. He smiles “Yeah?” flicks his tongue on her lips, “Want my cock to yourself?” She gives him a peck “Mmh. Not ‘gonna let you leave the house.” He doesn’t get to respond, before she starts a small wave again, grown too impatient.

“Fuck. Feels too good. Need you” he says, still so unbelievably hard inside of her. “Come here” he says and lays down on his side, his cock pulsing, waiting for its release. He brings one of her legs over his hip, and then he starts to move again. Holding onto her waist as he pushes deep. He fucks her a bit more selfishly now, wants to come so badly. Think she looks so fucking sexy with her breasts pressed together, her lips parted as she lets him take her. She licks her fingers, and brings them to her clit, wants him to feel her tight around him as he comes.

“So fucking deep, Mingyu” she moans, the angle making his cock hit her just right. He keeps fucking into her, almost thinks her skin breaks under his hard grip on her thigh. Planting one of his feet on the bed, he thrusts harder and faster, feels it rushing through his body. “I’m so close” he warns her, his body hot as he moves. She presses into him, his close release only pushing hers. She shudders as she comes, her core clenching around him. “Fuuuck” she draws out “Fuck, baby. Need your fucking cum, please” she moans, aids him with her, keeps her clamped around him. “Shit, ‘gonna come” he groans, before pressing his hips up, keeping her so tight on him as he spills inside of her.

Mingyu keeps thrusting gently, the position not great at keeping his cum inside, both of their releases trickling out of her. He kisses her, trying to ease them both, his hand lazily going up and down her spine. His cock still inside of her, tired, body feeling numb. 

With a final kiss, he speaks three words against her lips. Then eyes closing as he falls asleep, leaving her there in the dark with the lingering feeling of his confession in the air. 

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[ladymcres]

Kinnporsche Fic Rec to heal your soul

Hello beautiful people, i did a thing!

i decided to compile my own fic rec list to navigate through these absolutely muddy waters and to pamper ourselves a little after these frankly very dark times. One thing this fandom has is incredibly talented writers, so i think we should all share a little love for them.

I usually read VegasPete and KimChay, but feel free to add whatever you think may be nice and juicy.

I tend to go for completed stories, with obvious exceptions (meaning, when a story is so good I have not the patience to wait). 

There is no specific order in this list, except for the time stamp on my ao3 bookmarks. Also, i always forget to bookmark my stories, so i will come and update this whenever i think an addition is needed. (AO3 decided to die while i was going through my bookmarks, that’s a personal attack).

So here we go. 

Let’s start with some classics (which means I love this author so much, I will just go and recommend every single thing they write). 

There is not a single fanfiction from Lise I don’t like. They are my ride or die vegaspete ff writer, they get the characters so well, you’ll either sob or cackle at some of Pete or Vegas quirks. My personal favorites are Walking Shadows (Vegas dealing with his own demons while realizing that, you know, Pete could be a slightly bit touched by the whole safehouse ordeal), Liability (Vegas gets hurt and Pete just can’t deal with that) and Once you are real (an amazing insight on Pete’s necessity to be seen. Sometimes). 

fuse by Artemis_on_high. [VP] Vegas and Pete fight, Pete gets offended, Vegas grovels. Deliciously angsty, there are kitten involved, it is so very beautiful

the cause and effect series by sapphicblight. [VP] Pete is a virgin, Vegas has a thing for virgins and they lived happily ever after. No seriously, currently there are two stories in the series, but they are funny to read, there is the right amount of conflict and the smut is spectacular. 

nota bene by jalesidor. [VP] Look, remember when I said I usually don’t read aything but completed stories? I was, in fact, lying. It’s a canon-divergent take on Vegas and Pete relationship, with a deliciously whipped Vegas and a stubborn as hell Pete. The first chapter had me in tears (both for the tension and the comedian Vegas can be sometimes) and from that moment on, I was hooked. Again, all of jalesidor’s stories are gorgeous, you won’t regret reading them!

dancing in a snow globe by incendir.  [VP] A wonderful narration of vegas and pete relationship through the eyes of pete. It has everything: sweetness, angst, codependency. Absolutely a favorite of mine.

discothéque rouge by lusn. lusn is another absolute favorite author of mine, I love everything they write, but this one is such a gem. It has bamf Pete, actions scenes, hot closet sex. It is wonderful. They wrote a couple of Macau centric stories too which had me bawling, so yeah. 

Home is Where Your Teeth Think, Love by timetoboldlygo. [VP] Guys, guys. I am a sucker for hurt/comfort and for the angsty exes trope and this has both. Pete and Vegas here have broken up by the time canon starts, and we see them being happy through Pete’s memories, who is on his own journey to find himself and his purpose of life (I think). It is delicious. It is also uncomplete and hasn’t been updated in a while, but I still recommend reading it because it is an amazing story. 

Black Velvet by kerrikins. [VP] A classic of the fandom, but a classic is a classic for reasons! Canon divergent and compliant, enemies to lovers, hot smut, tears-inducing angst. I loved it. Again, the kinnporsche fandom is full of talented people, so again, I do recommend every single fanfiction kerrikins wrote. 

Silver circle by greygerbil. [VP] Pete goes undercover on a mission posing as Vegas’ twink of the moment. Things happen and Vegas turns meow meow. I loved it

I’ll Swear That I Loved You by YourKnightOfRage. [VP] Not usually a big fan of the memory loss trope but omg this story was so good! You know the drill by now, delicious hurt/comfort, steamy sex, some kind of miscommunication and vegas being very much whipped

The Pain & Pleasure series by onstoryladders. [VP] this features tattoo artist!Vegas and masochist Pete. It’s actually very sweet (and hot), also kind of refreshing! Loved it!

long story short, it was always you by hawkshadow. [VP] oh god where do i even start with this. It has boxer!pete and mafia!vegas, their relationship is messy but the christmas magic fixes it all. It is a little masterpiece, seriously. Also here, hawkshadow’s stories are all amazing, i read them all more than once!

the whole Checkmate series by majestictortoise [VP/KP/KC]. This canon divergent series is so good omg, every story focuses on one specific character and they’re all amazing. I love the way the author portrays Kim, Vegas and Kinn, i am hooked. Excellent rereading value too.

The idiots & idioms series by snickerdoodlles [KC]. A very fluffy and cute social media au, i specifically recommend it for when you’re sad. It will warm your heart.

A Guide to Live A Mafia-Adjacent Life by puckbaes [KC] THIS STORY IS SO GOOD OMG. Sorry, I have very strong feelings about post canon KimChay, and this story nails them all. Seriously, puckbaes is an amazing writer, all of their stories are amazing, 100% recommend them, especially if you like reading about Porchay not taking attitude from anyone.

Even when I’m not with you by booknchocolate. [KC] Guys, GUYS. This topped my list of favorite kimchay stories in like, minutes. (Very) post-canon kc, chay is a doctor, kim is a menace. Chay goes through a lot in this, but it is an amazing ff, i want people to write fanfictions about this ff, it’s this good

Fractures On My Bones by venagrey [KC]. What can i say more then: shadow and bones au! This is a painfully beautiful read, i don’t even know what to say, just read it!

never date your heroes by venagrey [KC]. Ah, this has idol!wik being an ass to chay as a premise, but ending up being the usual whipped!kim we all love. it’s an amazing story, again, venagrey is a gem, everything they write is beautiful

life’s too short to drink bad wine by silver_etoile [VP] this is filthy smut and amazing wine, basically the reasons i keep living

love you for a second time by LilyMaxwell [VP]. I usually don’t love the hananaki disease trope, but this story had me in a chokehold. Also, Pete is a minor family bodyguard in this, it is lovely

the Power series by evashuogouki [VP]. Darker post canon Vegaspete. in these stories they’re pretty unhinged so please do mind the tags. If you find those won’t bother you, then be my guest and have a wild ride.

#vegaspete #kimchay #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic rec #this is an ongoing post #i’ll add up whenever something gets me feral enough

[crispysoupwonderland]

But We're The Same, Darling

Chapter 1

sfw, our new lesbian story!

cw: mental hospital setting, mistreatment of mentally ill, stigma, transphobia

Mar looked around, the walls were barren and clean but the atmosphere felt filthy. They felt isolated the moment they stepped into the building. They sat in a standard-looking waiting room for a hospital, nothing about it was particularly special or stood out. They could hear their parents mumbling to one of the doctors in the next room over, they could only seem to make out their mother’s sobs. Mar sat there looking at their feet, twiddling with their fingers. They felt terrible for what they had done, they wished that everything could go back to normal, but they knew that they wouldn’t be going home for a long time. 

Their mother and father came out of the room, their mother was blotting her eyes with a handkerchief and their father's brow was furrowed, wrinkles deeply creased his forehead. 

They never had the best relationship with their parents but they were going to miss them. 

“Mary, I’m sorry honey, but this is gonna fix you sugar, please write us” Mar scowled, they hated their name, they never really felt the urge to be feminine and preferred to present themselves in a more neutral and androgynous way. However, they were often forced to be ‘ladylike’, wear dresses, makeup, and needed to be well-mannered. 

Mars's father turned to their mother, “Come on, let's go honey” he turned back to Mar “Goodbye Mary..”  they took each other’s hand and disappeared out the door. 

“Wait, wait, no stop it please Mother please don’t leave me, Father.. Please I promise I’ll be good please just let me go home!” Mar yelped and screeched and crawled but the nurses held them back. “Mama, Papa, p-please don’t leave me.” they were choking on their tears and saliva. All they could do was stare at the logo located on the nurses’ breast pockets reading ROCHESTER NEW YORK SANATORIUM FOR THE MENTALLY UNWELL. 

Mar felt a sharp pain in their side, all they could process was a syringe deep in their skin, everything started to go foggy and blurry, everything was one big haze. They pulled the syringe out, a thin ribbon of blood coming out from where the needle was located, and then nothing. They couldn’t remember a thing after that, just haze and darkness. 

They woke up in an unfamiliar room like the rest of the place. They could hear a faint scratching and screaming deeper within the walls. They were strapped down tightly in a chair. The room was blank and eerie, it unsettled them as the waiting room had. There was nothing but an oil lamp in the corner of the room which made it very dimly lit due to the lack of windows. A large desk was just placed far enough away from them to reach, it looked old and worn out, and there were scratches on their side, perhaps from previous encounters with past patients. A sturdy red chair sat across from them, it looked a lot more comfortable than the one they were forcibly sat in. 

A man walks into the room, the way he is dressed -the long white sleek lab coat clinging to his body- and the way that he carries himself shows his upper status, Mar knows that he must be one of the head doctors, or generally important for that matter. 

“Dr. Sceleratus or Dr. S, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms…” he looks down at a chart attached to his paperclip “Mary.”

Mar shows him a look of disgust on their face and wrinkles their nose at him, Mar knows that their stubbornness was one of the reasons that they were stuck here in the first place but can't help but grimace at their name that they ask not to be called by so many times. 

Dr. Sceleratus cocks his head, a sadistic smirk appearing on his face but just as quickly disappears. He sits down across from Mar and crosses one leg over the other, seemingly infatuated with the chart on the clipboard. Mar couldn’t see the sheet but they could tell that he was thoroughly reading it from the way he was underlining each word with his finger. He stops, smiles, and composes himself.

“Quite an interesting one we have here, we're gonna take very good care of you here, you’ll be back at home in no time.” Mar felt like there was something off about the doctor, although they couldn’t place their finger exactly on what it was that was bothering them, they knew that their voice was off, it sounded much too high pitched for a man’s.  

He laces his fingers together forming a bridge for his chin to rest on. 

“ I know you don’t know me but I’ve learned so much about you from this little sheet right here” 

Mar stared at him with blank and angry eyes, the oil lamp highlighted their soft facial features. 

“ Obsessive-compulsive disorder, hysteria, and.. Homosexuality and in-compliance with femininity.”

Mar could do nothing but stare at the doctor. They couldn’t utter a word. 

“Let me tell you a little secret sweetie, we are quite similar per se… so let’s stick together, I can help you get out of here even”

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand” 

“Its ok darling you’ll find out soon enough, let me take care of you” he snickered 

“W-what?” Mar pulled and tugged at their restraints trying to get themselves free to no avail. 

He left behind an echo of sharp shoes hitting the hard floor behind him, his lab coat flowing and following along with him as we walked out of the room.

Mar was so confused and scared, all they wanted to do was get away from this place.  An old, decrepit, and tired-looking nurse came into the room. “Look, if you continue to be violent we are gonna have to use harsher methods on you” the nurse snapped “So I suggest you be a good little thing and behave.” 

Mar nodded and they were set free of their restraints just to have the bony and cold hand of the nurse wrap around their arm pulling them out of a different door than where Dr. S went.  

They then were stripped of their clothes and their dignity having to put on a pale and washed-out blue hospital gown and matching blue socks. The nurse snickered when they saw their body. They had used bandages to wrap their chest, previous bruises from this technique stuck out from where the bandages met skin.

“What’s this, we can’t be having this, you look like a boy”

Mar didn’t have the energy to fight people anymore, they allowed their bandages to be taken away, and they didn’t want to get in trouble, compliance was the fastest way to get out of here, right? 

They don’t remember much after that, they felt like their body wasn’t there like they were watching themselves from a different perspective. They remember seeing other people looking at them, they must have been the other patients, no one talked to them and they talked to no one. Before they knew it the whole day had passed. 

“Time for lights out” a different nurse from before spat, this one short and chubby. 

Mar was pushed into their room. They sat down on their bed, the pillow was much too thin to allow any support and the blankets had been worn, there was no one that they could keep warm. They got into bed and wanted to escape into sleep when another patient was pushed in. 

She was beautiful. She had thick and curly dark brown hair and the most beautiful skin. Her face was symmetrical and she had full lips and big doe eyes. Mar couldn’t help but blush at the sight of her. The nurse scowled at them and slammed the door behind her. 

“Um hi, I haven’t gotten a roommate yet this whole time, my name is Cassandra” She seemed a bit on the shy side and was picking at the skin on her fingers, not making eye contact as she introduced herself.

“They said that they would put me with another patient because I’m a boy, well I’m not really a boy, I’m a girl, I really want to be a girl and I feel like a girl inside but I know that’s it not right, they tell me that if I keep my therapy up and keep praying that God will save me from my sins. Ah, I keep on rambling again, sorry, um what’s your name?”

“M-mar,” Mar excitedly went up to her and grabbed her hands in theirs “I feel the same way, well not the same but I understand how you feel” Cassandra's face was flushed from the closeness between them, tears burned the corners of Mar’s eyes “Finally someone who can understand me.” Mar let out a laugh and let go of Cassandra’s hands.  

“I don’t understand”  Mar wiped their face from their tears  “Why would they put us together..” 

“Perhaps to make us normal, you will act more like a girl and I will act more like a boy” Cassandra fidgeted and looked at the ground.

“I don’t like boys, I am a homosexual” Mar said with some shame in their voice.

“Neither do I” 

“Well then I guess that’s just another similarity between us” Mar giggled “Let’s go to bed, I don’t want to get yelled out anymore today”

They both got into their bed and faced the opposite way from each other.

“I know I just met you but you make me feel less alone, I think we are gonna be good friends, good night” Mar was trying to hide the fact that they had started to cry again.

“Good night” 

#lesbian #lesbiansmut #smut #yuri #wlw #doctor #labcoat #sapphic #yandere #lesbians #nmlnm #canonnb #nonbinary #masclesbian #lesbianmasc #butch #silly #transgender

[someone-you-do-not-know]

@romano-kinnie and I were talking on the discord server about the biggest fight spamano ever had, and here's a drabble about it.

Neither could really remember how they had gotten into this fight, but maybe it did not actually matter. Romano just wanted to defuse the situation, that was all that mattered right now. “Stop pretending like you’re not human, Antonio! You’re as human as the rest of us nations. We may be nations, but we feel and act and die like mortals, even if it takes a longer time. We’re human, just like them.” 

“… No.” Spain’s calmness took Romano aback. They had both been yelling at each other for at least an hour, and when they got into real arguments like this, Spain was rarely the one to concede first.

“The hell do you mean, no?” 

“You may be, everyone else may be, but I’m not. Not really. I’ve told you time and time again, you make me human. If it weren’t for you–” 

That just pissed Romano off again, and he was back to yelling, “That’s exactly what I’m fucking talking about! It’s not true, you’re being stupid like always, and you need to let go of this silly fear from ages ago–” 

Spain just raised his brows, seemingly perfectly at ease, “Oh, yeah? Like you’ve let go of all your fears from your childhood, Romanito?” 

Romanito. Spain never called him that, not in the last half-millennium of their ever-changing relationship. Not since they had gotten to know each other’s fears, dreams, hopes, and what made them tick. Little Roman. A most hated nickname, one that reminded Romano of all his flaws and imperfections. A reminder of an inferiority complex he had gotten so good at ignoring that most people thought him arrogant. A reminder that he had been abandoned and never could meet anyone’s expectations, least of all his own. His breath hitched, and he felt tears form in the corner of his eyes, “… that was just low.” 

“Well, that’s what I am.” 

After what Spain had just said, Romano had no wish to defend him. Not from himself at least. 

“I’m cruel, and messy, and wicked, and I need you. At least if you want me to be anything else.” Spain smiled the fakest smile Romano has ever seen, and held out his arms as if expecting Romano to embrace him – or hit him. “Don’t you see? Without you, I’m nothing.” 

“… That’s…” Romano had no desire to even touch Spain, not when he was acting like this, “if you really think so, you don’t fucking deserve me, you asshole.” 

“No, I don’t. I never have.” He shrugged ever so nonchalantly, as if he was shrugging off all the weight of the Southern half of Italy. 

“Fine.” Romano’s tone was ice cold, and Spain knew it was anything but. If he was less furious, he would give Romano a smile, a real smile, and tell him he was sorry, grovel at his beloved’s feet and tell him that he did not mean it. But Spain meant what he said, and he was not going to take it back. After what felt like a year, Romano said, “I’m fucking leaving then. Since my presence is so fucking humanising to you. Must be humiliating to feel like that, Ánto. I’m sure a big colonising ex-empire like you don’t need someone like me around to be human with.”

Romano knew exactly what he was doing, because Spain was not the only one with access to the matches and gasoline in their relationship. Spain’s eyes clouded over for a moment, “you’re right, that’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? Well, you are. I don’t need you as a nation. I never needed you to be a nation. But how long until you start feeling lonely, Romano? There’s not a lot of men around who can stand your tongue.”

“I can have anyone I damn well want! I’m leaving, and you’ll have to come crawling back if you ever want to even look at me again.”

“You know I won’t. You’ll be the one to crawl back to me first.”

“No, I won’t.”

They glared at each other, and Romano wanted to lean forward and apologise for everything, yet at the same time, he felt his own stubbornness rise within him. Before he could make up his mind, Spain huffed, and said, “Fine.” he turned on his feet, storming off as if he could not get away fast enough. Romano knew exactly where he was headed, but he was not so weak as to follow him.

“Fine!” Romano yelled after him. He left and he did not look back.

#It took them a year to reconcile because they are very dumb and old and stubborn #aph romano #spamano #aph spain #hetalia #being silly #doodlin moons #starsmadeinheaven #my fanfiction #This is also an apology for A Job Interview being delayed

[rosiewritesstuff]

A Thin Line

Ignis Scientia X Kingsglaive!Fem!Reader

Description: After the fall of Insomnia, and nearly losing your life— you still remain as loyal to the crown as ever. No wounds or damage done to you could stop you from joining the Royal Retinue on their travels— good or bad. However, Ignis Scientia feels differently.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood, PTSD, and graphic description of injuries. Read at your own risk.

Authors Note: This was fun to write. It's the duality of Ignis' duty to his Liege, as well as his deep rooted feelings for his significant other. I feel that he would be in a constant internalized battle at all times until he branches into madness.

I also reference that I think the Reader and Ignis in their young ages, before the game begins, would not have liked each other. The reader is a bit quirky, reckless, and defiant. Where Ignis is pretty straight laced, overly cautious, and serious. Despite their drastically different personalities, and once they mature; they would grow to love each other and find comfort within their differences.

With that said, I also believe Ignis Scientia is a giant closet dork. There are references to Star Trek Original Series in this story. I believe 100% that he will never talk about it, (except to his S/O) but he feels that he can greatly relate with Spock. Since I feel that the Reader and Ignis are close to polar opposites, personality wise— I depict them acknowledging that by alluding to Spock and Dr. McCoy's (Bones) tense relationship. Spock and Bones are constantly bickering and at odds with one another. I could talk for hours about this parallel, but I won't! (I did not watch hours upon hours of STOS to pin point this at all!) I hope you enjoy!

His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. He knew how foolish he was, but your stubbornness always got the better of him.

"And I don't feel comfortable with you coming along," Ignis snapped as he tossed the remainder of his medical supplies into a bag before shoving out of the bathroom with you in tow.

"I'm almost healed, you said so yourself! I'm fine, quit babying me—"

He whipped around, sharp green eyes piercing your gaze. "I'm not babying you. I'm trying to protect you, there's only so much I can do." He tossed the bag onto the bed and tore the phone charger from the outlet near the nightstand. "It's dangerous and you are still not healed. I can't keep all my attention on you and Noctis."

"I don't need all of your attention. Look," you gave a quick kick in the air, bandaged leg holding your weight while your other swiftly penetrated the air. One fluid motion demonstrated that you could hold up on your leg with no issue. But that didn't phase him.

"You can kick the defenseless air?" He sneered as he carefully and neatly rolled the cord around his knuckles and tucked it into his bag, followed by the block of the charger.

"I can support myself. I don't need you to watch over me. I know Noct is more important than me and that's fine—"

You were treading on dangerous grounds and you felt that by the quick, sharp glance that nearly cut through you like a knife. He clicked his tongue as he zipped the bag aggressively and turned on his heels.

"Darling, I won't say it again. You will be staying here, and that's—"

The hotel room door opened and Gladio came flooding in, with his own rucksack hanging off his shoulder. "Need me to take this?—" His hand froze on your bag's handles, feeling the tension as if it were steam in a sauna. He glanced up at Ignis who stood with his head tilted, eyes sharp and brows cocked in a challenging stance. While you stood in your very short, sleeping shorts and a tank top, arms crossed tightly across your chest. All of your weight was deposited on your wounded leg.

The staring contest was at a championship level, two stubborn mules with no intention of letting up. You turned your head to look at Gladio. "Yes, please. Thank you, Gladiolus. I can shove my pajamas in Specs' bag."

Gladio took the liberty to glance at Ignis, his lips pulled into a very thin line. That sour look only growing deeper and heavier. He has seen fights spur between the two of you before. Some were so loud he needed to physically remove one party to another room. That usually was you. So the argument between you both was very normal. But what was unusual was the knowledge that you were romantic towards one another. And that this fight was not nearly as explosive as the hundred others before. It was like a silent fight of dominance, challenging gazes used as a sharp tool to sever forces of willpower. But who would cave first? Gladio didn't want to find out.

"Is that okay, Iggy?" The glare Gladio was receiving spoke the answer as if it were bold faced and flashing like a neon sign.

"You don't need his approval. I'm coming, and that's final." You sighed, grabbing your new uniform from the made up bed and turned to the bathroom.

Gladio was nervous, watching the way Ignis retorted, and mumbled beneath his breath. He grabbed his bag for his clothing and tossed it to the bed he was near. The bathroom door snapped loudly, causing the corner of Ignis lips to twitch in a displeased fashion.

"Am I taking her bag?"

"I suppose you are." The way Ignis' voice hissed made Gladio's resolve wither. Just as Gladio hooked the handles to your duffle bag onto his forearm and tugged it upward he heard Ignis raise his voice. "There is a thin line betwixt bravery and stupidity,"

Gladio did his best to shuffle out of the room before your raging response. He hardly caught the beginning of your annoyed sigh, before the room door snapped shut and locked.

The car ride was just as excruciating. The pair of you were not bickering, but shot dangerous, nearly blood thirsty glares at one another. You opted to sit in the back with Gladio and Noctis. You were friendly with your other company, but pranced around Ignis with playful quips and sassy remarks only fueling his fire further. But being the cool headed advisor, he never let the aggravation grow past a trite glare.

Prompto made a daring comment while at a rest stop— that you two hardly appeared to be lovers. And in fact were more like enemies with benefits. Of course Prompto was not careful with his volume and was caught by the least appealing subject of that accusation.

Prompto nearly begged you to relinquish the back seat, in fear that Ignis would strangle him if he got the chance. While you found the accusation to be kind of hysterical, your more than pissed boyfriend found it lacking tact. You could handle Ignis better anyway, and you relented your safe middle seat to the blonde.

Things began to settle down once the party made it to their destination at the Chocobo farm. Either you were both exhausted from ignoring each other, or you made up under everyone's noses, no one knew. But you both fell back into a more comfortable and cordial existence. Of course never showing affection or even the slightest taste of something more than friends. To everyone's dismay they were sent off on a wild goose chase for an enemy who was known for being dangerous. Back came the quips, anger and not so subtle jabs at one another.

Things remained peaceful despite the flames that raged between you and Ignis. That was until the lot had a run-in with the empire and a drop ship of MTs and a few Magitek Armor. Ignis hardly caught the scene, but noticed his love shout and take a fatal hit in an attempt to protect the Prince. Of course most literally taking a bullet for him. His nightmare had come to life— and in a second all he saw was red and heard your name tear through the cracking gunfire and raging snaps of metal upon metal. You warped towards the attacker and took them out before weakly falling into a heap in the grass.

The battle ended quickly after that, or maybe that's how it felt. Because the adrenaline that rushed through the advisor, seemed to quicken the process of destroying that pack of enemies.

"You're hurt!" Prompto bristled with worry at the sight of blood seeping from your side. Your shaking fingers were covered in crimson. The enemies laid dead face down, and machinery laid as piles of junk on the side of the road. It took Ignis no time to rush to you, and there came the anger. Of course it was subtle behind the mask of dread.

"I'm fine," you evaded Ignis nurturing hands. Your bloody ones brushing the crimson to his. "I said quit worrying. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that."

Noctis dropped to his knees next to you, his best friend, who was now ambling to get to your feet. "Thanks for taking that for me." He offered a hand and you gratefully took it as he hoisted you to your feet.

You always played the game of being unphased well, by smiling brightly at the king. "Ain't no thing. If anyone is to get shot, it better be the least important, right?" Your self deprecating jokes were always welcomed and Noctis laughed. You took a deep breath and took your thick kingsglaive coat off of your shoulders and used it as a large gauze to add pressure in hopes to end the bleeding.

However Ignis didn't take your statement as a joke at all. It scraped him more like a jab towards him rather than making light of the situation. "Whatever," Noctis huffed, "just drop the bullshit and let Specs look at that when we get to camp."

"Yes, your highness," you muttered, gaze meeting the nearly swimming look in Ignis' stoic face.

As soon as the tent was set up at the haven, Ignis strictly pointed to the canvas flaps with his usual stern look. And as if the standoff never ended in Lestallum, you bit back with a glare of your own. But complied, bending and climbing inside the tent.

He had gotten the tent lit up, and had you strip into your underwear and bra. As he figured, you ripped your stitching as well. Your right leg had bled, and dried, the skin mangled from the torn stitching. He bit back the urge to shout at you, when his eyes examined the bullet wound that imbedded into your side. He recalled your snark as he attempted to help you on the battle field. I'm not the priority, you and I both know that.

He wanted to cry. But he swallowed the urge by speaking over the swelling emotions— "lay down so I can leverage this bullet out of your side."

You didn't respond with words, however sighed with a taste of frustration before laying down onto the hard floor of the tent. Ignis noticed your head bounced lightly against the unforgiving ground, and removed his blazer from his upper body and folded it. With one shaking hand, he lifted your head and rested the material beneath you before shifting to look at the wound on your side.

He began to shuffle through his medical bag, sifting through tools and the like. It wasn't obvious to the world, or to the boys, but to you in the confines of the tent— you recognized the shake in his hands as he lifted metal tools from the bag. "Maybe you're right, " you mumbled, floating gaze focusing on the canvas roof above you. "I just didn't think the line was that thin."

He swallowed hard, before selecting the tool and bringing it to your side; never meeting your gaze. "I'd like it if you'd be less reckless." His voice was quiet. His trained eyes examined the wound before he did his hackjob of a procedure. He picked his gaze up for a fleeting moment. "You may find yourself as the least important, but that's far from the truth." He cleaned the tool with alcohol, before bringing it close to your side. "Brace yourself."

He gave you a moment before entering the wound to extract the small bead that became of the bullet. He was shocked that it didn't penetrate further. You gritted your teeth, and hissed, balled up fist smacking hard at the ground. "Fuck!" You shouted as he pulled away and dropped the bullet into the bloodied gauze from your leg. "I'm not nearly as important as Royal Sasuke out there."

Ignis didn't get the reference, but didn't bother pondering on it further. "You still matter. Apparently more than you understand," he sighed, taking a cloth and quickly sopping up the blood that began to rush from the missing bullet. Despite the pain you felt, you looked at him. He seemed to be more in pain than you were, and guilt began to press against your chest now. You flopped your head back down to his jacket. The smell of his cologne lingered on the interior of it, and made your heart seize slightly.

"I'm sorry for being a dumbass. I should have stayed back." You muttered, "I know you mean well. And I very well am a liability to you guys—"

"That's not at all why I wanted you to stay with Iris and Talcott" Ignis' tone was a bit brash as he began the process of disinfecting the bullet wound. You hissed again, slamming your heel down, trying to keep your trunk still. Ignis' face knotted in discomfort as well, his free hand rubbing soft circles into your bare stomach.

"Then why?" Your voice bubbled like a hiss, growing sharp as the disinfectant stung against the fresh wound.

He was quick to dress the wound to prevent bleeding. He helped you sit up. Whimpers left your parted lips at the lingering pain and you caught the wash of sorrow in his eyes. You knew the answer immediately. But was it cruel that you wanted him to say it? The silence made it clear however, that you weren't ever going to receive an answer. And you lulled your head back, trying to endure the pain he didn't mean to administer as he dressed the wound.

The boys were laughing outside, you could hear the sound of Gladio's lighter snapping— and Prompto's phone was blasting the opening chime of Kings Knight.

"Dude! I got such a big harvest from the Zell trees! Check it, I got a bonus!"

"What the hell?! I never get that kind of luck—" Noctis retorted, the sound of the camping chair creaking made it clear that Noctis threw himself down while pouting.

"Iggy," You caught his attention as he finalized the tight gauze into place. His gaze flickered to yours as he gestured to your leg. You offered it up to him, and he delicately cradled your thigh in his hands. "I know what happened in Insomnia was scary. But I don't want you to worry. I made it out, I'm alive. There's a reason for it, I'm sure. And I want to use this opportunity to help you guys. You all are my reason to keep fighting and working. To see this all through." It all stung and was hard even for you to swallow. You noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes, despite the stone cold expression he wore.

You would never admit it to him or to anyone, but you still shook when drawing your kukris, and your thumb always lovingly brushed against the small parting gift from your friend and comrade, Nyx. You winced at things you never had before, and grew anxious whenever facing the soul-less machines of war The Imperial Army thought up. "This all sucks. And everything that happened, well that sucked too. There was a reason I made it out of the city. And damnit Iggy, I'll be damned if I'm not going to use this chance to protect the last shred of our leadership and friend. And sure things are harder with these injuries. But I can't be treated like I'm made of glass because of it. Fuck, I'm a Glaive. There's no giving up even if it gets hard. You know that."

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he grabbed another cotton pad and soaked it in disinfectant. "Ignis," you touched his face and stopped him before he could apply it to the wound. "I'll be more careful. Okay? I have a duty to protect Noctis too though. Can we agree that if it's for him, sacrifices are okay?"

His jaw tightened and his glistening eyes dropped slightly. "Okay." He faked a small, thin lipped smile, before bringing the cotton pad to your wound, yielding a powerful hiss from your lips. Your hands grabbed his shoulder tightly.

"Fucking Hell Scientia," your nails dug into the meat of his shoulder. He was sure they left small crescents on his skin despite the barrier his shirt provided. But he braced the pain knowing the pain you endured was more. He was just experiencing a symptom.

You swore you saw a reflection of something horrid in his gaze. As if you saw a small taste of the pain he felt from the sight of your blood beginning to dry to his hands.

He made quick work of the stitching, and hid the fact he struggled with the mangled and torn skin from your recklessness. He didn't have control in this situation, much like the situation in Insomnia. He never whispered or breathed a word about his fear. But it was evident, at least to you— just how deeply he was affected by what happened.

Because he didn't have control, his worry and stress seemed to translate into an overprotective beast. And your defiance tore away the control he did have, leaving him scrambling, high strung and prone to make reckless decisions himself. And you knew damn well that if Noctis and yourself were to get into a bind, it was Noctis he'd rescue before you. But that didn't mean he was okay with that decision. That didn't mean it didn't tear him apart.

And by the gentle way he held your leg in his hands, you knew it was a struggling point for him. He loved you. He truly did. And he hated that he wouldn't pick you first. He began to bandage your leg again, using the same firm gentleness from before.

"Ignis," your iron grip on him had softened significantly, your thumb now brushing against the sting left by your nails. He never picked up his gaze, focusing on finishing the bandages. "Are you thinking with your emotions or with logic? I'm pretty sure Spock would be very disappointed in you. Preparing to throw away your sworn duties for a girl."

That caught his attention and made him grin. "If we are to point fingers, I'm positive you disobeyed my logic due to pride and emotions." He finished up the gauze and pushed your leg away.

"Pulling the uno reverse card are you? Well if I am anyone, it's Bones, right? And he's overly emotional." You were careful to climb up on his thighs. And as rigid as he was about the advance of physical affection, he accepted you onto his lap. His bare forearms supported you in hopes to mitigate spreading your blood further.

"He's just emotional. You, are the overly emotional one. And trouble if I may be so bold." You cradled his head in your hands.

"You're pushing it, Specs," you warned, your thumbs gracing against his cheekbones. You weren't angry, and it was obvious by the smile growing on your face.

"Yet we aren't going to mention how you've been pushing my buttons all day?"

"I'm petty, you knew this. Don't be shocked." You shrugged, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Dr. McCoy in every sense," he mumbled, as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Got that right, but in this case, I am madly in love with the emotionless Vulcan." You winked before carefully rolling off of his lap to locate your clothes.

"It's illogical for me to feel likewise. But I suppose that's the human half talking. Yes?"

You looked at him while carefully sliding on your pajama shorts that he had pulled from his bag, as well as your tank top. "Yes," you winced as you pulled the tank top over your new bandages. "but don't you lose your edge, you humanoid alien person creature," you helped clean up the gauze and mess that your wounds made.

He let out a small snort as he cleaned his hands and handed you his jacket to wear. "well don't scare this humanoid alien person creature, or whatever, like that again. There is no telling what disasters will befall us if I have to scrub your blood from beneath my nails one more time."

"Can't have that, you are the most sound person we have." You pressed a kiss to his cheek before tightening the fabric of his jacket around yourself. "I'll take a pole for dinner, I love you Pumpkin." You whispered in his ear before standing and leaving him with all of your bloody gauze. He bagged them up and tied it tightly before disposing of it completely. He was soon to follow, just catching you wrapping his coat around yourself tightly while talking with the boys and laughing.

You were a tough cookie, and it was obvious by how quickly you were willing to take more pain before all the other wounds you sustained were healed. And though it drove him to the brink of tears, he was proud of you. Because despite his deep feelings, and how devoted he had been to Noctis for so long, he was quick to abandon post for you. Even for a moment. However, you were the one who had to remind him of his duties. Albeit in reference to Spock. But you knew that would catch his attention and tether him back to the ground. Yes, even he needed a tether.

Some people tethered themselves by hobbies, by duties, or by vices. His however had a wicked sense of stubbornness and a tremendous amount of back sass. Part of him was thankful, and the other half was vexed. You were at his side in only a few short moments. "Results of the pole all lean towards three mushroom kabobs."

"Care to assist, Bones?"

"Help an emotionless creature like you?" Your eyebrow quirked, serious scowl pilfered by a smile. "I would absolutely love to."

Prompto had the gull to shout for the whole campsite to hear: "They do like each other! Fancy that!" Of course gaining a mixed reaction from the group, but the blonde caught a glimmer of a smile on Ignis' face.

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amiticia #ignis scientia #ignis scientia x female reader #ignis x reader #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #rosie writes

[bedofthistles]

The Little White Horse: Theme

Final thoughts, and the themes I found in the book and the movie

TL;DR

The Secret of Moonacre was an absolutely beautiful, whimsical film that taught its viewers the lesson of love and forgiveness, and the value of putting your pride aside for the betterment of the world around you. The Little White Horse is a book hellbent on teaching young girls that curiosity is wrong, and not to ask too many questions. Humbling yourself means lowering yourself to the point where you sacrifice your well-being and future, and that love truly is blind to all those red flags. 

Now, clearly my opinion of The Little White Horse is not a good one, but I honestly can’t think of a good lesson that came out of this book. Whatever good Goudge was trying to do, is undermined by all the bad wrapped around those morals.

Sexism, racism, male egotism, and here I really want to compare the movie and the book.

I won’t take too long describing the movie, since I’m sure we’ve all seen it. But the movie begins with a young girl who has just lost her father, and she has already lost her mother. She is a city girl, born and raised in London, she is proper, educated, a tad egotistical, curious, and a prideful, stubborn girl. 

On her journey, learning about and falling in love with Moonacre Valley, she learns to put these things aside in order to put Moonacre first. Maria learns to appreciate the Countryside and its beauty, her love for the people around her, not just her Uncle, but the servants of the household who are technically ‘under’ her. She willingly gets dirty, thinks about the good of all over herself, and at the very end of the film, she sacrifices herself to save the entire Valley. By jumping from the edge of the cliff, Maria completes her journey of self discovery, she shows that her love for those around her is stronger than her own need to live. 

And, everyone else subsequently puts aside their own pride as concern and fear override stubbornness and they all run to the cliff, too late of course, but they forget themselves for a moment, and choose Maria. When Maria is returned by the Sea Unicorn, the Valley is saved, the natural order of things is restored, and peace can finally come to the two families. 

In this moment, we the audience have learned the value of love, forgiveness, and sacrifice, of what it means to value something above yourself. 

In other words, this silly little film that has a critic’s score of 23% and an audience score of 46%, does what Elizabeth Goudge could not do. 

Giving a story that has good morals. 

Despite her attempts, The Little White Horse is bogged down in dated world views. Her definition of love is bowing your head to men, who are abusive and pedophiles, and accepting it. She expects women not to humble themselves, but crawl on the floor in order for there to be peace. She does not teach lessons on equality, on the pursuit of knowledge, or of true humbleness. I hate to repeat myself, but there is hardly any good that comes out of this book, and what little good there is is shrouded by an awful message to young girls specifically, and young boys. An acceptance of abuse, that people can be wholly evil and wicked, that peace is unattainable through communication and understanding, but must be brought on through sacrifice. 

The truth of the matter is that love is sacrifice. Love is putting others above yourself, giving and providing, of leading all for the sake of someone else, however love should not be misconstrued so horribly that the only lesson that can be taken away is that you must cut off pieces of yourself to be amendable. While wildly praised, I cannot help but feel as if this book is viewed through rose colored lenses, that the descriptions of delicious food has somehow blocked out our ability to see abuse, grooming, racism, and sexism.

The Secret of Moonacre may not be the most popular movie, but the creative liberties they took were absolutely necessary in order to create a story actually worth showing your children. And hopefully, The Little White Horse, can either fade into obscurity, or be used as an example.

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#the secret of moonacre #the little white horse #TLWH dissertation

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Soft Touches and Nose Kisses

Title: Soft Touches and Nose Kisses

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes 

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,837

Tags: FLUFF, nose kisses, Bucky has a cold, medicine, pills, worried Steve, clingy Bucky, pet names, maybe a curse word or two?, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @stuckybingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @lgbtqbingo

Squares Filled: N2 - Nose Kisses for Stucky Bingo // O4 - Fluff for Sebastian Stan Bingo // O4 - Stucky for LGBTQ+ Bingo 

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

Bucky feels awful. 

His head is pounding as he forces his eyes open. It's still dark out and the space next to him is empty and cold. Steve isn't back from his solo mission, so it has to be pretty early in the morning still. Bucky rolls over and sure enough, the bold, red numbers on the digital clock read two thirty in the morning. 

He shivers and wraps the comforter tighter around his body. The oscillating fan in the corner of their room isn't helping his situation, but he can't bring himself to move. Every time he blinks it feels like someone is hitting him in the head with a hammer and he knows he needs to take some medicine, but the thought of sitting up is less than appealing. 

Finally, after a few minutes, he decides that the pain in his head is greater than his stubbornness to stay in his cocoon of blankets. Bucky slowly maneuvers himself so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and tries to ignore the ache in his muscles as he stands up. He blindly shuffles toward their ensuite bathroom and feels along the wall for the light switch. The room instantly becomes bright and it makes him sneeze almost immediately. 

Bucky whimpers and grabs a Kleenex to blow his nose. He tosses it in the trash can next to the toilet and takes a look at himself in the mirror. His eyes are red-rimmed, his skin is clammy, his face is pale, and all he wants is for his boyfriend to come home and hold him. 

Not wanting to stand on the cold bathroom tile any longer, he grabs the NyQuil bottle from the medicine cabinet and takes the appropriate dose. As soon as he swallows he feels the familiar painful scratchiness in his throat. God, he hasn’t felt this bad in ages. 

Grabbing the box of tissues, he flips the light off and pads down the hallway toward their living room. If he’s going to be miserable, then he might as well do it watching TV. 

The soft glow of the early morning infomercials offer Bucky enough light to get himself in a comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as he can be without Steve. 

Now that he's more coherent, he takes note of his laundry list of symptoms. Sore throat, headache, sore muscles, probably a fever but he's not getting back up now that he's laying down again, and he doesn't know how it's possible, but one side of his nose is stuffed up while the other is runny.

Bucky now realizes he should have listened to Steve when he told him to get the flu shot, but in his defense, he thought it would make him sick. Well, the jokes on him now. 

He can feel the medicine starting to kick in and his eyes begin to droop. A combination of the low volume from the TV and the chorus of the crickets outside finally lull Bucky back to sleep. 

Steve sighs as the front door clicks shut behind him. He's beyond exhausted and can't wait to get out of his uniform. He tosses his keys into the small bowl on the table next to him and kicks off his boots. Nothing sounds more appealing right now than curling up next to his love and sleeping the early morning hours away. 

That's when he notices the flickering light from the TV screen. Steve frowns and quietly walks into the room. It's unlike Bucky to sleep out here, and he can only hope he hasn't had one of his nightmares. The thought of not being home to comfort his boyfriend makes his heart ache. 

Steve stops, his eyes taking in the scene before him. Bucky is sleeping on his back, his mouth open as he snores lightly. The kleenex box from their bathroom is resting on his stomach and there's a pile of tissues strewn haphazardly next to his head, the coffee table, and the floor. 

He carefully leans over Bucky, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to his nose as his hand gently touches his cheek. Steve's eyes go wide at how hot his love's skin is to the touch. He doesn't want to, but waking him up to take medicine takes priority. 

“Sweetheart?” Steve kisses his nose again, a little harder this time, “come on, baby. I need you to wake up for me, okay?”

Bucky whines and squeezes his eyes tight, “don’t want to.”

His voice is hoarse and when he coughs Steve’s concern deepens. “I know you don’t, honey, but we’ve got to get your fever to come down. You’re burnin’ up.” 

Reluctantly, the brunette sits up and holds onto his boyfriend’s waist for support. Truthfully, his only motivation for moving is the realization that if he complies Steve will finally cuddle him, and that’s honestly all he wants. He knows he’s being a bit pathetic, but in his defense, he doesn’t get sick often. And when he does, it’s usually pretty bad. 

Steve rubs soothing circles on his back for a moment before tucking his hands under Bucky’s arms and slowly pulling him to his feet. He takes his time to steady him so he doesn’t fall, holding him close to his chest. His metal hand comes to rest over Steve’s heart as he nuzzles into his neck  “There we go, Buck. I know you don’t feel good, but I promise as soon as we take your temperature and take some medicine we can go lay down and I’ll hold you until you fall asleep.” 

It takes some time, but finally Steve is able to get James back in their bed. He takes the comforter off and assures him that it’s for his own good. “Baby, you can’t have the heavy blanket because all of the heat you’re generating will get trapped and your fever won’t break.” 

“But Stevie,” his lip quivers and it’s enough to break the blonde’s heart, “I-I’m so c-cold.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “I know. I know you’re cold. Just give me five minutes to take your temperature and get you some medicine and then I’ll warm you up, okay?”

James nods; albeit reluctantly and watches Steve disappear into the bathroom. He’s only gone for a couple of minutes, but for him it’s too long. Finally, he comes back with a glass of water, some cold medicine, and the thermometer. 

“Alright, baby, I’m gonna need you to put this under your tongue so we can figure out how high your fever is. Can you open up for me?” Steve waits until Bucky does what he’s asked and carefully slips the tip of the device under his tongue. “That’s good. Now close for me…there we go.” 

A few moments later it beeps and Steve holds it under the light so he can see the numbers. James watches his brow crease with worry and clears his throat, “what’s the damage?” His boyfriend turns the thermometer around and it takes a moment for his eyes to focus, but once they do he pouts. “One hundred and one point three? But I don’t wanna be sick.”

“I know, Buck,” Steve sits on the edge of the bed and smooths the hair away from his eyes, “that’s why I need you to take these pills so you can feel better and get some sleep.” 

Bucky shakes his head, “but it hurts to swallow.” 

“Baby, if you want to feel better you have to take them. The only way you’re going to feel better is by getting sleep, staying hydrated, and occasionally taking cold medicine.” He kisses his nose for the third time since he’s been home and looks into his love’s tired eyes. “Can you do it for me, sweetheart? I swear as soon as you’ve finished this glass of water I’ll wrap my arms around you and hold you as long as you want me to.”

James holds out his hand and waits for his boyfriend to give him the pills and then takes the glass of water in the other one. For a few moments he just stares at the liquid menacingly while Steve rubs his thigh encouragingly. Finally, he sighs, pops the capsules into his mouth, and winces while chugging the entire glass. 

Steve takes the empty cup and sets it on the nightstand, a soft smile on his face. “Good job, honey. Thank you. Now, let me get this suit off and then we can snuggle, okay?”

Bucky nods and curls himself into a ball, his body shivering uncontrollably from the lack of covers. Not even five minutes later, strong arms envelope him and it’s the most content he’s felt all night. “...mmm so warm…” 

“I got you, Buck.” Steve presses a sweet kiss into the brunette’s hair and holds him as close as possible. “I promise you’ll feel better soon.” 

It only takes ten minutes until he hears Bucky snoring lightly again. The blonde lets out a breath of relief and runs his nails gingerly up and down his sweetheart’s back. They stay like that, locked in an embrace until Steve is certain that he’s not going to wake up. Once he’s absolutely sure he pulls away only slightly to watch him sleep. 

Bucky’s mouth is open, a little bit of drool pooling on his arm, but Steve doesn’t care. He isn’t shivering anymore, which is good, but his nose is red and raw from constantly blowing it and his lips are chapped from his lack of fluid intake. That’s when he gets an idea. When they were little kids, he’d always been sickly and he remembers how James’ Mom would make him hot tea with lemon. 

As carefully as he can without waking him, Steve slides out of bed and quietly makes his way to their kitchen. He gathers the necessary things and starts a pot of boiling water on the stove. Once it’s ready he adds tea bags and begins to stir it. Ten minutes later, the room smells of fresh tea and the lemon that he just finished cutting up. Steve grabs one of the thermoses from the cabinet and fills it up with tea, honey, sugar, and a couple of lemon wedges before closing it up tight so it stays warm. 

Making his way back to their bedroom, he’s relieved to find Bucky still sound asleep. He sets the thermos on the bedside table and climbs back under the covers to hold his sweetheart once more. 

If there’s anything in this world that he’d do for the rest of his life, it’d be taking care of Bucky. He lives for it. Maybe it’s because he’s been in love with him for as long as can remember, or maybe it’s because he still feels guilty for that fateful day James fell from the train and endured all of the torture from Hydra. Probably a little of both, but whatever the case, he knows he’s finally found his purpose in life. 

He’s finally found his home.

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[chaeinedup]

WEi when you fall asleep on another member

Daehyeon:

He sees no harm in it;

You’re tired and he would never be upset by you falling asleep on junseo’s shoulder;

He will however carry you very gently to his bed;

His priority is your comfort and he for sure doesn’t want you waking up with back pain or a sore neck;

And if you wake up during the process and ask him to nap with you or stay, unless he’s really busy he for sure will;

Of course the request is gonna make him feel so warm and fuzy, the will to kiss you all over your face is getting hard to control;

He wished you could know just how adorable you are.

Donghan:

You were working on the living room floor while they were watching TV;

But your all nighters were definetly catching up to you so you decided to close your laptop and lean your back against the bunkbed;

One second you saw the TV screen the next one you were fast asleep;

Seokhwa noticed your head on his shoulder and he tapped Donghan’s arm;

Donghan couldnt help but smile to himself, he had told you to take the day off to rest but you’re as stubborn as it gets;

He got up placing his cold hand on your face;

You opened your eyes due to the temperature change and he asked;

“do you want to sleep in my bed?”

You of course said yes as long as he stayed with you;

Yongha:

He had been out for the day due to personal schedules so you were left alone with the rest of the guys;

There was no concerns about that he knew you can handle them pretty well and if you need something the others would gladly help;

When he opened the door he saw everyone in the living room having some snacks;

He also saw you half asleep on yohan’s shoulder;

His heart ached a little, not because of jealousy but because he wished he could’ve been there to take care of you;

But now that he’s here will make sure to do just that so he sat himself next to you and carefully moved your head to his shoulder;

He grabbed your hand as well caressing it too.

Yohan:

It was dinner time so yohan was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner along with Donghan;

Daehyeon was setting the plates and junseo and seokhwa were changing clothes;

Everyone was a wreck, packed day enough said;

So much so you and yongha knocked out leaning on each other, mouth open and everything;

When Junseo and Seokhwa came back to the living room they couldn’t help but laugh and tease a little;

All that commotion made yohan turn around and he actually found it very endearing;

Obviously he was gonna tease you both about this but he can’t lie that his heart skipped a few beats he just loves you so much.

Seokhwa:

Seokhwa invited you over since he couldnt sleep and tomorrow they had a day off;

You didn’t want to tell him you were tired because truth be told, you wanted to go and have a little fun with your friends;

All was going well but you fell sleep mid board game which is unusual;

Donghan couldn’t sto giggling he was scared of making a bigger move and waking you up;

Of course seokhwa being seokhwa he just had to take a picture and he did, multiple actually;

After a small photoshoot he slightly shook you to wake you up;

You woke up a little startled and after realising everyone was looking at you, you got a little embarassed;

Seokhwa suggested for you to sleep in his bed while they finised the game and you galdy took his offer.

Junseo:

You were waiting on Junseo with Daehyeon;

Daehyeon was on his computer and you were on your phone, you were all to go out for a late night snack but you were battleling with sleep;

Hunger and tiredness which one will win;

Once Junseo was fully ready sleep had by far won and he felt so bad he didn’t want to wake you up but he also knew if you woke up again you’d be just as hungry;

So there was only one thing to do, leave you sound asleep since you were already on his bed but still get you food;

He knew what you were craving so he made a mental note to get you exactly that;

And by some miracle once they came back home you had just woken up;

You were gonna ask why he didn’t wake you but then he showed you the Mc Donald’s bags;

Junseo didn’t want you eating alone either so they just brough the food home and ate with you;

He also said “next time don’t fall asleep on Daehyeon hyung my pillows are more comfortable” while smilling. 

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