#elliot attempts at writing

[mattreytism]

There's no place I'd rather be than in your arms

Summary: Charles and Max crashes during a race, Charles ends up injured but despite that, he only seems to care about the other's well-being rather than his own.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen

Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries (nothing graphic), hospital

Word count: 2.6k

Author's note: I'm very new to F1 and writing for this fandom, so please be kind. Also I've never written car scenes at all before lol. Also, I didn't intend for this to be romantic, but read it however you want.

Even away from the circuit, people are watching the race on TV. Some want Verstappen to win again, some have their bets put on Hamilton.

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30 minutes in, and the race is only getting more interesting. The cars zoom around the track and the audience is cheering on enthusiastically. The commentators are watching and pointing out every movement of every driver closely. 

Charles has moved from fourth to second by overtaking Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton. It's a quite cloudy day, he hopes that there won't be any rain. Rain only ever complicates things when it comes to Formula one.  It's the classic British weather, gray and all. It's quite the opposite from last week’s race and location.

The Ferrari driver is trying his hardest to reach the leading Red Bull car by every passing second, pushing himself and the car to its limits. 

When racing, it's like Max and Charles forget about any friendliness that exists outside of the track. Any of the nice moments together just vanishes. Now, their focus is solely on winning the Grand Prix and scoring points.

“Push, push.” 

A voice comes through the intercom, Charles hears the man's voice loud and clear.

“I'm trying.” 

Charles' accent is obvious, even through the slight static noises. His pressure on the gas pedal increases, and he accelerates. But everytime he seems to get a second closer to Verstappen, his rival speeds faster. 

The man at the pit wall says something else, but the words go in through one ear and out the other. Charles is too concentrated to listen. He needs to pass Max, now.

As they get closer to a turn, he can picture the commentators yelling into their microphones about how Verstappen and Charles will be fighting for position any second now.

Any second.

“ …. Overtake, now!”

Charles turns the steering wheel, so does Max. It's a smooth turn, and the Red Bull driver can feel his own heartbeat quickening upon realizing how close the Ferrari is getting. Speaking of, Hamilton is catching up to them as well.

“Don’t let Charles pass you.”

Max quickly replies with a simple and straight to the point: “Understood.”

Everything around them feels like a blur when they speed down the straight, Charles getting closer and closer while Hamilton struggles to reach the two cars at the very front.

They're fighting for position, one front wheel almost touching the other’s. Charles adjusts his grip on the steering wheel for a brief moment, his hands holding it even firmer now. 

Another sharp turn incoming.

The audience and every team member is holding their breaths at this point, just watching the scene unfold. The Ferrari team are intensely watching; praying Charles will be successful in his overtake. Meanwhile, Christian Horner and his team seem disappointed. They can't let anyone else but Max win this.

Charles swerves to the outside, keeping Max near the apex. The adrenaline is rushing through their veins, but everything comes to a sudden stop when The Red Bull car’s front wing touches the rim of the Ferrari.

Even the slightest touch can make these cars spin out of control.

There's not much Charles can do at that moment, the spinning is way too fast for him to regain control over the vehicle. As his breath catches in his throat, he accepts the fate he cannot escape.

The audience cheering comes to a sudden stop, and they collectively gasp when there's a loud crash being heard across the circuit.

Charles Leclerc has hit the barrier within seconds. 

One of the wheels has flown off and the right side is completely wrecked. There's pieces of metal all over the ground surrounding the car. It's nothing a simple pit stop will fix.

The scent of burnt rubber fills the air, and the team members are yelling on the intercoms. No response from their driver.

“Charles? Are you okay?”

There's silence again, before Charles can be heard breathing. Fast but heavy breaths. Then, he groans; slowly coming back to his senses after those eventful five seconds. Everything happened so quickly he almost couldn't register it all properly.

“Are you okay?”

It's his team principal speaking this time, sounding very worried.

Charles blinks, opening his eyes and giving it another try to properly catch his breath. His vision is blurry, and there's a pounding pain in his body.

“Charles, say something if you can hear me.”

The commentators, audience and everyone alike is in disbelief of what's just happened. Everything is still, every sound reaching Charles’ ear comes off as muffled and distant. A hiss of paint escapes even when he tries to shift his sitting position a little.

Is he imagining things or is there blood running down his back? Maybe he doesn't want to know the answer to his own question this time.

Finally, the Ferrari driver speaks, and when he does, his tone is unreadable. 

“What happened?” He sounds confused, disoriented if you will. He knows well he'd crashed, but maybe he's seeking reassurance before the whole reality of the situation settles in.

“A collision with Verstappen. I’m asking you again- are you feeling alright? … Are you injured?”

No immediate response besides from an audible ‘fuck’ coming from Charles. With a sluggish motion, he reaches his arm up to move the visor up.

“... Max? Is he- is he okay?” His own worries are making themselves clear in his voice, as if he's desperate for an answer.

The team principal sighs. “You’re not supposed to worry about him right now, Charles. The Marshalls and the medical crew are on their way over. Stay still and calm.”

The Ferrari driver lets out a strained breath, finding himself closing his eyes again at the ever growing pain. Pulsing through his muscles and bones, down his spine and his whole back.

“Is Max okay?” Charles asks again, maybe the conversation is just a distraction from the situation. Or, he really does care about Max Verstappen that much.

A moment of silence before another man at the pit wall speakers through the radio. “We’ve been told he's okay. A little shaken up, but no injuries.”

The Monegasquan doesn't get the chance to speak again, before a crew member does.

“Can you feel your legs? Your arms? Do you feel any pain?”

“.... Are you sure he's fine? He didn't get hurt?” 

He really is desperate, he needs to know how his on-track rival is doing. He'd hate himself if they both got hurt because of all this.

“This isn't about Max. But, yes, we're sure. Please tell me if you're feeling any pain.”

It's clear from the start Charles isn't in the correct headspace to cooperate with the other members of the team. Even though he refuses to admit his own situation, the pain is seeping into his tone.

The team principal is just about to break the brief silence before Charles speaks again. All while the medical crew is getting closer.  “Tell Max I’m not angry. I don't care that he crashed into me.”

“But- you're probably injured, Charles. For fuck’s sake-”

“Tell him that, it's all I want.”

“Fine, I will. Now-”

“How’s Carlos?”

“Carlos is okay too, he'll see you at the hospital once everything is over. Now, please, take a deep breath. I know you feel stressed and hurt.”

Charles gives in and he takes a deep breath, he can hear the medical team and the car in a distance now. “I want to see him, right now.”

“Who? Carlos?”

“Max.”

“That won't happen. Tell me where it hurts the most, Charles.”

It's a quick paced conversation, leaving little to no air between every exchanged sentence between the driver and the team.

“At the hospital, tell him… to come to my room.” It's getting more difficult to make the words come out with his usual ease, the pain eating away at him is getting in the way. 

“With Christian too? Or just Verstappen?”

“Fuck no- Horner doesn't give a shit that I’m hurt.” Another quiet groan slips past his lips, though this time it might be his annoyance directed at Red Bull's team principal rather than anything else. “He just wants Max to win.”

“Stop talking about him for one second. Keep calm, that's all I’m asking you to do.” 

“- Christian will find his way to blame the crash on us, even if I’m fucking bleeding.”

It all feels like a haze when the medical crew arrives by the crashed Ferrari, helping Charles out of the car as the driver struggles to stand and properly support himself. As he's being led into the ambulance, the overwhelming pain and anxiety might as well knock him out.

The helmet’s been removed along with the rest of the gear at this point; gloves, earbuds, balaclava. The medical crew is gently examining him, checking the blood and bruises at the side of his back and if he's injured anywhere else.

It was a hard crash, and it definitely left its marks on Charles. Before he knows it, he's been taken from the circuit to the nearby hospital. He’d passed out in the back of the ambulance, when he wakes up again the pain has lessened. It feels dull. He must’ve been given medications.

It's not the worst crash in the history of Formula One, but it will still be remembered.

The fluorescent lights are bright when Charles finally opens his eyes, becoming aware of his surroundings and the hospital room he finds himself in. White walls and gray boring floor. Plain looking chairs and a shelf which lacks any decorations. There’s only two books in there and a plant made out of plastic.

The room is empty, but there are distant voices coming down the hall behind the closed door. He prays that the press isn’t here, it's probably the last thing he wants right now. 

He wants it to be just him and Max.

Just Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

The door opens, and a nurse comes in. Dressed in the usual hospital attire. The conversation is short lived, and he's barely paying attention. 

He's injured, he was bleeding- blah, blah, blah.  Where is his promised visitor?

“- Just let me know if you need anything, there's water on the side table if you need it. You do have two visitors, but after that I'd suggest getting some more rest.”

Charles gives a brief nod in response and the nurse soon disappears through the same door. A few beats of silence before steps can be heard approaching the room again. It's Carlos… and Max.

The two seem to whisper to themselves, as if to decide who would go into the room first. Carlos ends up staying out in the hallway, and Max steps inside. Closing the door shut behind him, before slowly approaching the bed.

“I heard you were really worried for me.” Max speaks up without any proper greeting, his tone is gentle and a little quiet. Far from the blunt type he'd usually be during race weekends. The Dutch man brings a chair over and sits down, Charles watches in silence.

Charles shifts, the movement itself doesn’t hurt as much anymore, but he’d be lying if he said his current situation wasn't uncomfortable, the way he’s still somewhat lethargic and the way his change of clothes feel against his skin. 

He doesn’t want to be here, but at least Max is here… with him.

“I was- I am worried about you.” he replies, his voice coming out weak but the genuine affection doesn’t go unnoticed to the other. Max can’t help but smile; a mixture of sadness, worry and relief on his face. 

Sad to see the fellow driver injured, but relieved to know he’s okay.

Max leans back in the chair and tilts his head slightly to the left. He lets out a quiet breath before saying: “But you’re the one in pain here, not me.”

“You’re right, but… “ Charles pauses, it’s unclear if he’s trailing off intentionally or not. “It doesn’t make me any less worried about you.”

A beat of silence, Max seems to think about what to say. Contemplating his choice of words as he fiddles with his hands. “... I worried about you too, a lot. Carlos too, of course.” He almost looks like he’s about to say something else, but he keeps his mouth shut.

The Red Bull driver doesn’t ask the words aloud, but the look in his eyes as their gazes meet says it all. His blue eyes glimmer in the bright light, as if to ask ‘how are you doing?’

“I’ve been better,” Charles says, trying to play it off like no big deal. “I think I’ll be out of here soon.”

“What about next week? WIll you be able to race?” 

The questions are quite surface-levelled, but Charles can feel there’s an underlying tone to them, other worries that Max is not saying outright. 

“We’ll see about that, but if I can’t do it, you’ll have to fight Carlos for a win instead.”

“It wouldn’t be as fun to race against Carlos” Max comments, looking down at his hands for a second. “It wouldn’t be the same thing, but- don’t tell him that.”

Charles raises an eyebrow, finding what he’d said a little amusing. 

“I won’t let him know that you obviously think I’m the better Ferrari driver.” He can’t stop himself from chuckling. His laugh is more often than not contagious and Max laughs quietly too. The worries eyes and soft smile remain on Max’s expression, it don’t seem like it will disappear anytime soon

The air is light, and so is the tone of their conversation. As if it’s an unspoken rule of theirs to not get overly personal in moments like this, especially when they know someone’s standing right outside the door.

“Can I ask what Christian is saying about all of this?” Charles suddenly asks, his own facial features softening. He never takes his eyes off of Max. There are so many things left unsaid in the silence filling between them, but they never delve further into it.

“He’s pretty upset, … I don’t think you’d want more details.”

Charles slowly nods, and he doesn’t ask any more questions regarding Red Bull’s team principal.

Max speaks again: “I think Carlos wants to see you now, I’d imagine he’s still a little shaken up too.” He rises from his seat before the other man can even let the words register in his hazy mind. Max is about to turn and leave before he faces Charles again.

“I’m really glad to know you’re okay-” he cuts himself off as if to think about what to say next. “I just want you to know that.”

Charles smiles; brighter than before and shifts another time. Without a word, he reaches his arms out in a cautious manner.

“Just hug me already.” he says, but he only got half way through the sentence before he feels Max’s arms around him. 

A careful grip - not wanting to hurt the other - but still one full of affection and care. Neither of them want to let go, and if one of them weren’t injured, Max would’ve pat his back too.

Nothing more is said after that, Max slowly pulls away from the hug. Knowing he should go so Carlos can get some alone time with Charles as well. The man lying on the bed watches as Max turns around and walks out. 

From rivals on the track to close friends in a hospital room, without the constant eyes on them and the press watching their every move.

#lestappen #charles x max #max verstappen x charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles leclerc #fanfiction #formula one #elliot attempts at writing #f1 fanfic

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Worthless - Part 20

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Content: ATTEMPTED NONCON (not explicit), mention of past noncon, mention of past captivity, threat of gun violence, crude language, dehumanization, degradation, self-hatred, self-deprecation, former pet whumpee

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"So how long are you planning to stay?" Lyra asked.

Colleen shrugged. "I have to be back home to pick up the kids and sign the divorce papers with Andrey on Monday, so I was hoping to stay for the whole weekend. Now that I've seen how things are going though, I understand if you want me to leave."

All eyes turned to Karine curiously, expecting her to deliver her final verdict, but the leader merely shrugged. "That's a discussion for all of us to have, and one of us isn't currently present. I don't want to make any decisions without Elliot's input."

Colleen nodded. "I suppose that's fair. Then, would you mind if I stayed for the day until all of you come to a decision?"

Karine shrugged again and folded her arms securely over her chest. "I don't see why not."

"Why don't we just make a decision now?" Yvonne wondered aloud. "Elliot's just in his room. What's the harm in having a group discussion now?"

"The harm is that Elliot's probably still a little sensitive and exhausted from his breakdown earlier," Karine stated.

"Exactly," Lyra added. "Think of it from his perspective. Imagine you just had a panic attack and then are suddenly pulled into a team meeting. It could really stress him out."

Yvonne nodded. "Fair, but I'm worried about leaving him alone in his room all day. Shouldn't someone go and check on him?"

Broderick rubbed a gentle hand over Yvonne's knee. "He's fine, Yve, don't worry. Why don't you and I check on him in a bit? Right now, he needs a bit of space."

Yvonne smiled at Broderick and rested her hand atop his. "Thanks, Rick. You're right. I just worry about him so much."

"We all do," Lyra said. "But Broderick is right. We can't suffocate him. We need to respect his boundaries."

Each present member of the team nodded their heads in agreement. Colleen smiled at the sight. "You know, it's refreshing to see how much you all care about one another."

Karine smiled back. "Of course we do. We're a family."

Colleen sighed, her smile wobbling. "It's good to know that Landon has found such a great family. Makes me a little jealous though, to be honest."

Landon scoffed and wrapped an arm around his little sister's shoulders. "You have nothing to be jealous of, Coll. I can't stand these people."

Landon laughed at his joke while Karine scoffed and kicked him in the shin. "Oh, is that right? Guess I'll be turning your room into my home gym, then."

"Why do you get dibs on Landon's room?" Broderick chimed in. "Wouldn't a medical center be a better use of the space?"

Yvonne giggled. "Personally, I've always wanted a home library."

"No one is doing anything to my room!" Landon yelled.

The room erupted into laughter, each present team member talking over one another; their voices grew louder with each word. Through the utter chaos, no one noticed the complete silence behind Elliot's door, nor the icy chill creeping in through his open window.

. . .

Elliot trudged down the quiet pavement, his once-fluffy socks completely soaked through from the snow. His t-shirt and sweatpants did little to shield him from the cold. His arms were wrapped tightly around his shivering body as tears froze on his rosy cheeks.

He had no idea where he was going, nor what had compelled him to leave the safehouse. He hadn't been outside since his rescue. Had it always been so bright?

Elliot wiped the tears and snot from his face and tried to quiet his unrelenting sobs.

Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? Imagine what people would think if they saw you like this. Maybe a new master will find you and take pity on you

Elliot clamped his eyes shut and furiously scrubbed at the tears on his face.

I bet your friends haven't even noticed you're gone. Even if they have, it's not like they'd come looking for you. Rescuing you is the biggest mistake they've ever made

A quiet whimper escaped Elliot's throat as a massive shiver scurried down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his exposed arms and the tear tracks on his face froze.

Elliot had been keeping his head low the whole time to avoid drying out his eyes in the icy wind. When he lifted his head to check where he was going, he raised his eyes just in time for a massive brick wall to appear in his path.

Elliot gasped as he collided with it, falling onto his backside in the snow. He held a hand to his aching forehead and burst into tears. What was he doing? Where did he think he was going? What was his plan?

Elliot curled up into a pathetic ball at the base of the brick wall and leaned back against it. He wrapped his quivering arms around himself and buried his face between his knees. "Wh-What am I d-doing?" He whispered to himself. Maybe the vicious voice in his head was right. Maybe a nice owner would stumble across him and take pity on a stupid, ugly mutt like him. Maybe he'd finally find a place where he could belong.

. . .

As the hours ticked by and there was still no sign of Elliot, Lyra began to grow worried. If he was sleeping, they didn't want to disturb him, but surely he must've been getting hungry. Yvonne was almost finished with supper and Elliot hadn't so much as shown his face once since they left him.

Lyra couldn't help but imagine the worst. What if Christian had come back for him and simply waited for him to be left alone? What if he was already gone and no one had any idea?

In that moment, Lyra had made up her mind. They needed to check on him. They needed to know that he was safe and healthy, just to give themself some peace of mind.

With the sounds of raucous laughter penetrating the walls from the next room over, Lyra stood before Elliot's door and gave it a gentle knock. "Sunshine? It's just me. Can I come in?" When nothing but silence answered, panic began to seep into Lyra's chest, little by little. Their first thought was that he was asleep, but they couldn't help but imagine the worst.

In order to ease their growing anxiety, Lyra gently pushed the door open and peered into the quiet stillness of Elliot's room. As their gaze fell upon his empty bed, their stomach dropped. "Elliot?" They called out as they stepped further into his room. Their panic gripped their stomach and squeezed.

Not again. Please, not again

"Elliot?" Their voice was shakier now. "Please, come out. It's just me; it's Lyra. I just wanted to check on you. I promise everything is okay. Please just come out."

Nothing.

The only sound in the room was that of the winter wind whistling as it crept into the room. It was only then that Lyra noticed the open window and the flurries of snow drifting onto the floor in front of it.

The blood drained from Lyra's face and her breathing ceased completely. "No," she whispered to herself. Her knees weakened and her mind went white.

No, no, no, no, no

"Lyra?" Yvonne's concerned voice said as she knelt beside her panicking friend. In their panicked state, Lyra hadn't even noticed that they'd fallen, nor had they noticed when Yvonne arrived. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Lyra's breathing was erratic and their heart was pounding so loud that they nearly missed what Yvonne had said.

"He's-He's gone. Elliot's gone. I-I can't find him. He's gone!" It was with those words that Lyra's resolve completely collapsed and they burst into tears. They wrapped their shaking arms around themself and released a guttural scream of frustration and grief.

. . .

Elliot didn't know how long he'd been gone. After a short rest beside that brick wall, he had since resumed his endless wandering. Cars rushed by him and people milled all around him, some sending judgemental glances his way. Time seemed to move in slow motion the longer Elliot walked.

His thoughts were muddled and his movements were sluggish. Nothing around him seemed real and he began to wonder if this was all just another nightmare.

With that thought bouncing around his otherwise silent mind, a tall man harshly brushed against his shoulder.

"Watch it, kid!" The man shouted.

Elliot had to regain his balance, the momentum nearly knocking him off his feet. He looked up at the man and cringed at the sound of his booming voice. "S-Sorry, Sir. I-I wasn't looking."

The man's face twisted and he studied Elliot with curious eyes. "Do I know you?"

Elliot's skin prickled under the man's gaze. "I-I don't th-think so, S-Sir."

The man stalked closer and Elliot nearly whimpered in fear, but he caught himself.

"You look really familiar. What's your name?"

"E-Elliot, S-Sir." The thought to lie hadn't even crossed his mind until after the words left his lips.

The man shook his head and pursed his lips. "I don't know any Elliots. You sure that's your name?"

Elliot nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. "I-I think so, S-Sir. It's what e-everyone c-calls me."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Sir'?" The moment the words left the man's lips, his eyes widened with recognition. "Oh shit. I know exactly who you are." Elliot shrunk beneath the man's scathing glare and devilish grin. "You're Christian's little whore, aren't you."

Elliot gasped and his eyes grew round as saucers. Tears flooded his eyes. He'd been so worried about running into Master all this time that he never even considered the possibility of running into one of Master's friends.

His voice was shaking uncontrollably as he said, "I-I don't know what you're t-talking about."

The man chuckled darkly and took another step toward Elliot. "I barely recognized you with all those clothes on, but it's definitely you. I've been wondering when Chris was gonna invite us over for another play session with you."

Hot tears trickled down Elliot's half-frozen cheeks.

"Where is your master, anyway? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be wandering out here all alone. Maybe I should take you home to your master."

Elliot gasped. "N-No, p-please! I-I can't go back there! He was s-so c-cruel to me. P-Please, Sir. I'll do a-anything."

The man's devilish grin grew sadistic and Elliot's stomach dropped. "I really hope you mean that."

"I-I do, I s-swear. I'll do a-anything you want, just please don't t-take me b-back to him."

The man chuckled. "You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what your little mouth can do." Elliot's insides churned. "Maybe you should service me and I'll consider being generous if you do a good job."

Elliot instantly dropped to his knees. "I-I will! I'll be good, I promise!"

The man sharply grabbed Elliot by his bicep and hauled him to his feet. "Not here, you stupid slut!" He hissed through gritted teeth. Elliot squeaked as the man's fingernails dug into his soft skin. "There are too many people here. Follow me." The man yanked him down a narrow alleyway, where he sharply smacked Elliot's backside and shoved him back down to his knees. "There. Now, be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go free."

Elliot nodded frantically. "Y-Yes, Sir." Despite his best efforts, Elliot couldn't help the dread pooling in the pit of his stomach as the man began to unbuckle his belt.

It won't take long. Just have to let him do what he wants and he'll let me go. Then this will never have to happen again

Elliot's mind clouded over, his thoughts lost in the fog, and despite his best efforts, he started to cry.

As the man discarded his leather belt, Elliot flinched and whimpered, which alerted the man to his distress.

"Oh, you poor thing," the man said, his tone sounding genuine. His large hand gently grasped Elliot's chin and tilted his head up. Elliot looked into the man's hazel eyes, though his tears distorted the image. "Don't cry, pet." The man wiped away the younger man's fallen tears with his free hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact, I'll tell you what; if you do a good job, I might just consider taking you home with me."

Elliot sniffled. Those words did nothing to ease his distress. "R-Really, Sir?"

The man nodded and smiled. "Sure. I mean, how could I, in good conscience, leave such a pretty thing like you to become a stray?" He ran his fingers through Elliot's hair and gently caressed his cheek. "You'd be eaten alive out here. You'd be much safer, and more useful as my slave." The man's grip tightened on the back of Elliot's head, his fist knotting in Elliot's long hair. "Now, be a good toy and—"

"Elliot!"

Both Elliot and his assailant turned their heads in the direction of the voice, only to see several large individuals barreling down the alleyway.

Elliot gasped.

They noticed I was gone?

As they came into focus, Elliot recognized every one of his friends. Even Colleen was there, though she stayed near the back, wearing a worried expression and holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

Lyra was at the front of the group, a hand gun clasped between both of her hands. "Get away from him!" They shouted, aiming their gun at the man's forehead.

The man's grip tightened on Elliot's hair and he threw the boy against the back wall of the alley. Elliot yelped and crumpled to the ground in a pile of snow, hot tears thawing his half-frozen cheeks.

Lyra leveled their finger on the trigger, their hands as steady as stone. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but you're gonna step away from my brother before I paint these brick walls with your blood."

Elliot's eyes widened.

Brother?

The man scoffed. "No offense, lady, but you must be mistaken. If you're looking for your brother, he's not here." He gestured to Elliot. "This is just some common whore that belongs to a friend of mine."

Elliot's face turned bright red and a loud sob escaped his throat.

Lyra's eyes narrowed. "Christian Whitlock?"

The man raised a brow. "You know him?"

Lyra's brows narrowed. "Yeah, I know him. He's the monster that kidnapped, tortured, and raped my little brother."

Elliot completely broke down at that. He'd never wanted Lyra to know. He'd never wanted anyone to know. Now, everything was out in the open. There were no more secrets. It was all over. He buried his face in his hands and wept.

The man looked genuinely perplexed at this revelation. "That's—That's not true. Chris said he bought it. He said it sold itself to him."

A fiery anger burned behind Lyra's eyes. "Let my brother go."

The man shook his head. "Wait, hold on. You're telling me that Chris—"

Lyra clicked the bullet into place. "Now!"

The man flinched and raised his hands above his head. "Okay, okay, fine. Just don't shoot." Keeping his eyes on Lyra, the man gently helped Elliot to his feet. Elliot was trembling and sobbing. He was soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably on top of his terrified shaking. The man nudged Elliot in Lyra's direction, but the moment he let go of him, Elliot fell to his knees, weeping and hugging himself as tight as physically possible.

Lyra lowered her gun and instantly dropped to their knees beside Elliot, wrapping him in a loving embrace. "Oh, sunshine, are you okay? Are you hurt? I was so worried."

Elliot could hardly speak through the heavy sobs that wracked his small, underfed body. He kept his eyes clamped tightly shut, too distraught to even look at Lyra.

Broderick kneeled beside them and set a soft hand on Lyra's shoulder. "Lye? Let's get him to the car. I can check him for injuries there."

Lyra nodded. "Elliot? I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" Elliot didn't respond, so Lyra went ahead and gently lifted him into their arms. Almost instantly, he clung to them like a child to their mother, sobbing into her shoulder. Lyra gently rubbed his back. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're going home now."

The man watched them, still aghast by the news he'd been given. As Lyra carried Elliot to the waiting vehicle, Karine approached the man at the back of the alley. "What's your name?"

The man shook the fog from his mind and said, "Uh...R-Ryan Cooper."

Karine quietly repeated the name back to herself once before she said, "Great, thanks. I'll be reporting you to the authorities for sexual assault and accessory to kidnapping." Karine turned to leave without another word.

Ryan's eyes widened. "Wait, I swear I didn't know." Karine glanced back at him over her shoulder. "Christian told me the kid was a sex worker. He told all of us that. We had no idea he'd been kidnapped."

Karine's expression didn't change. "Save your excuses for the jury." She turned to leave again, but Ryan grabbed her arm to hold her back.

"Wait! Please!" Karine glowered at him and he instantly released his grip on her. He held his hands up placatingly. "I'm sorry, but I can help. As long as you don't report me, please."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

Ryan didn't even have to think about it before he blurted, "I can tell you where Christian is."

Karine's hard expression softened ever-so-slightly. "I'm listening."

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Chapter 20 is finally here!! Sorry for the long wait, but seeing as this is my 20th chapter, I wanted it to be a little more whumpy than my normal chapters. I was really unhappy with how it was coming along, so that's part of the reason why it's been so long. The other main reason is holidays and traveling put writing on the backburner a bit.

Next up is a drabble request that's been sitting in my inbox for months, and I'm so excited to finally get to it! So stay tuned for that!

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Byler Week, Day 1: Halloween

Happy Halloween to those who celebrate! (Happy s2 Byler to all) And happy first day of Bylerweek!

Today is Day 1: Halloween / AU / –gate. I chose to write a fic bc my drawing skills need serious brushing up skills and I can eventually stuff this fic into my other fic’s universe😌.

Edit: Also posted to Ao3:)

Halloween used to be Mike’s favorite holiday. He’s always loved dressing up as whatever his favorite character that year is. And he loves seeing what other people dress up as.

One year, before the Party started doing group costumes, he and Will had gone as Kirk and Spock. He’d even made the ultimate sacrifice and let Will be Kirk.

Tiny little seven-year-old Will had made an adorable Starship Captain (equally tiny Mike had thought he looked super cool). Mike’s fake ears had itched, but he’d liked the cool blue color of his shirt. And everyone that gave them candy that night had known they were a pair, which had thrilled them both to pieces.

The first year that the Party did group costumes, Mike and Dustin had convinced the other two to go as DC superheroes (Lucas and Will have always preferred Marvel). Lucas had been Green Arrow, and Dustin had picked the Flash (his favorite). Everyone had expected Mike to go as Superman, who was his all-time favorite. Except he’d gone as Batman instead and asked Will to be Superman. Everyone’s costumes had turned out great, but Mike’s favorite had absolutely been Will’s—handmade by Mrs. Byers as always.

(It seems obvious in retrospect, that Mike had already begun to get a crush on Will—which is why he’d wanted him to be Superman.)

(And then, of course, the Halloween—only a few days before Will would be taken by Vecna, the Party had dressed up as Star Wars characters. This time it’d been easy to convince everyone that Will as Luke was just the obvious, correct choice, and not because Luke was obviously the best character.)

But Eighth grade had been the last time any of them had dressed up (“Who you gonna call?”) —and it hadn’t exactly ended well.

(Well, technically that Halloween had ended with Mike and Will hanging out alone in the basement, watching a lighthearted movie and sitting close together to feel safer—so that part…)

Freshman year, Mike had been in the middle of being miserable and missing Will and El too much to even think about a costume—and last year, they’d been in the middle of recovering from an apocalypse (neither Will, nor Max, had even been awake yet).

So now there are multiple anniversaries right around Halloween that seem much more prevalent than going around getting candy (which they’re pretty much too old for anyway, in Mike’s unhappy opinion), or going to a Halloween party—with too many people they’re not friends with, and alcohol, which none of the Party even likes.

So yeah, Mike doesn’t really intend to broach the subject of costumes this year.

Instead it’s Will who brings it up. “If all I have to focus on this year are the shitty memories and handing out candy, I’m going to scream.” Then he grins, a little mischievous. “Plus this is the first Halloween that we’re dating. I’ll be able to tell you this time that I think you look handsome in your costume, instead of pretending that you, as Han Solo, didn't fluster me half to death.”

Mike, they’ve both learned, is much easier to tease out of the two of them—Will makes a game sometimes, out of all the easy ways he can make Mike blush. Like right now.

“You’re mean,” he grumbles, hiding his suddenly warm face in his hands. It only gets warmer at Will’s delighted laugh. “You wanna do a group costume with the Party, or a pair like we used to?”

“The Party’s a lot bigger than it was back then—it’d be too hard to coordinate on short notice. But…” Will trails off. Mike risks a look at Will, who is suddenly much closer, smile softened but eyes still bright with mirth. “I think, Michael, that in this context, it’d be a couple’s costume, not just a pair.”

Mike resists the urge to hide his face again.

“Everyone always thinks I’m the mean one of the two of us,” he grumbles, but accepts the embrace Will is silently, cheerfully, offering—nosing into the other boy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna tell your mom you were bullying me. She loves me, you’ll get in trouble.”

“Tattletale,” Will singsongs. “I’ll stop bullying you if you let me pick our costumes this year.”

Mike, who doesn’t actually want Will to ever stop bullying (aggressively flirting with) him, cocks his head. “Alright Byers, deal.” He pauses. “And you just have to lay off flustering me in front of our friends—they already think I’d let you get away with anything.”

Will snickers. “You know what? Deal. But, for the record, I think you would let me get away with anything. Which is why, one day, you’ll go with me and El to Vegas so we can use our powers to scam the slot—”

Mike interrupts this long-running (hopefully a) joke to kiss Will. Will leans into it briefly, reaching up to weave a hand into Mike’s hair. After a moment, though, he pulls back, looking thoughtful.

“Now we have to figure out what we’re doing for Halloween.”

…

The Halloween of Mike and Will’s Junior year of high school, the Extended Party (minus Jonathan and Nancy, away at their colleges) convene on the Byers-Hopper house, dressed to the nines in their Halloween costumes. The plan is to watch minorly scary movies, eat far too much junk, and take turns answering the door for Trick-or-Treaters.

The Original Members of the Party (including Max) show up early to help set up.

Dustin is in a full suit and tie, a gun holster (with two full water guns in it), and a fedora. The entire setup is impressive, but none of his friends can guess who he’s supposed to be. The only one who understands who his character is immediately, is—oddly—Hopper.

“Elliot Ness.”

“Yes! Thank you!!”

It turns out that, having recently seen the Untouchables, Dustin had gone on a research spree about the Real-life man, and been fascinated. Thus, his choice of costume.

Lucas and Max have decided against couple costumes. Instead, Max wanted to go as Wonder Woman, so she has (and she looks every bit the Amazon warrior, sitting in her wheelchair like it’s a throne).

Lucas, on the other hand, has finally been able to be a Marvel superhero. After long deliberation between all of his favorites, he’d finally settled on Falcon—partly because he enjoyed the recent comics miniseries, but also because if he’d gone as Spider-Man (his other big choice), he’d have to keep removing the mask to eat.

“Falcon is just cool enough to date Wonder Woman,” Max tells him, mock-loftily.

He laughs, leaning across her lap to give her a kiss. “Well, Wonder Woman is more than cool enough to date Falcon.”

This being one of El’s first actual Halloweens’, she chose to go as the ghost she’d wanted to go as on her first Halloween—though the simple sheet had been switched for a white dress, pale makeup, and fake blood (with the occasional appearance of actual blood when she used her powers to get another soda, or pop Mike across the head with a pillow).

Steve and his group seem to have collectively decided to go as the Breakfast Club (or perhaps Steve is in regular clothes, it’s hard to tell). Robin, dressed as the outcast girl, is lounging across Vickie’s (dressed as Molly Ringwald’s character) lap, attempting to toss popcorn into Steve’s mouth. She’s largely just making a mess, but neither of them seem to care.

The (actual) adults of the bunch settle in the kitchen. Joyce convinced Hopper to do a couple’s costume with her (they’ve gone as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein), but Murray shows up wielding a bottle of something very strong for them to drink and wearing just a dollar store cape over his regular clothes.

(Erica, out with her other friends for one last candy-haul before high school next year, will come at eight-thirty. She’s dressed up as her DnD character, Lady Applejack. She has no plans whatsoever to share her candy—even though she knows she probably will end up doing so.)

Joyce had been overjoyed to see what costumes Mike and Will picked this year.

She hadn’t been the only one.

When Will told Mike what costumes he wanted, Mike almost cried. He is (not so) secretly a sap, and Will knows it (though Will isn’t much better on that front, honestly).

“Shall we, Mr. Spock?”

“Indeed we shall, Captain Kirk.”

It’s the best Halloween yet, in their opinions.

#bylerweek #stranger things #byler #vee attempts to write #mike wheeler #will byers #bylerweek2022 #long post #I’ve been writing off and on since I saw the Bylerweek post. we’re gonna be driving all day today so I’m setting this for 12am Oct31 #i did far more research into deciding what all their costumes should be than was warranted #i debated honestly bc I read an interview where Caleb said he’d want to play DC’s Static Shock one day but that didn’t come out til the 90s #but he’s also said that Lucas would be more into marvel I think so #also did I make byler Kirk and Spock to push my spirk agenda? absolutely. #i think they’d ship it and send in works to Star Trek fanzines (bc there were spirk-specific fanzines at this point p sure?) fandom history #i have not seen the untouchables but I watched the trailer and it looks cool and Elliot ness was real and cool p sure #also sorry if byler seems the tiniest touch ooc I’m shoving in characterization that hasn’t happened yet bc it’s Going to happen in p2— #—and I haven’t even posted part 1 yet. i am Stressing. #i hope everyone is doing well! be safe today and tonight! #tbh I need to make a tag for my fic universe but I am not doing that today #i didn’t my best to edit this but hh if u see any glaring typos no u didn’t #edited header for easier viewing #edited to make it less unwieldy on a blog #Bylerweek day one #vee fic

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Two things I'm chewing on post- Umbrella Academy Season 3.

HEAVY SPOILERS

The First one is old!five, in a separate post over here.

The second one is: Allison’s arc, and how the siblings respond to it, and what we may see going forward

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The show doesn't have the greatest track record with following character arcs... Some of Viktor's isolation from the first season is addressed in the second season etc, and they do in general you know seem to mature and change somewhat. Klaus probably has one of the most distinct arcs of anyone, and that's actually (I expect)for the same reason that Victor does, because it's connected to their power use... But in general, arc continuity is patchy.

So, an element of second season I hope not to see repeated is that because of the length of time that the characters experience between first and second season, a lot of them felt to me like we didn't have to deal with their characters from the first season. Character problems they had or interpersonal issues etc we're dropped or smoothed over with that transition. Now, I'm hoping that is a direct result of the time weirdness at the beginning of second season, and we're not going to see that in fourth. I'm hoping that that fourth will resume pretty much immediately where third left off.

Allison's grief and anger spiral, her failure to deal with that, her lashing out and escalation of power use was a lot this season, and it was handled inconsistently and in my opinion not particularly well by the other characters.

I'm curious whether that's because the writers aren't sure how to handle it, or weren't noticing how far they've taken it... Or if it's a case of something that they're planting now to be used later.

In the following sections, I will say things like “I was frustrated”, and I want to be clear: since we do not obviously know where 4th season will go, assuming they get that last season they are hoping for, it’s possible that some of the things I mention are intentional on the part of the writers, and I/we are Meant to be frustrated! That’s cool. Not knowing if we are Intended to feel frustrated with a character, or if it’s accidental and it’s really the writers that are frustrating, is one of the pitfalls of talking about stuff before it’s done. So when I say things like “I was frustrated”, please keep that in mind, that I am discussing my own response to the behavior / portrayal of a fictional character whose arc is not yet finished. This is not intended as any kind of critique of how Real People in the Real World do or should handle their trauma.

Thanks.

Long-ish exploration of Allison’s S3 choices under the cut.

I was very frustrated. I was frustrated, feeling like she was spending a lot of time blaming anyone and everyone and lashing out, and not nearly so much time actually working through things, or owning up to pieces of her own behavior, or seeking help from her siblings, particularly siblings who may actually have a chance of understanding and having good advice. (The fact that this is a perfectly fine arc for a character to go through, if it’s paid off later, doesn’t make it not frustrating, if that’s the plan. things can be frustrating and Also good writing.)

(though, a point in the column of it being a writing mistake is potentially not-great handling wrt racial dynamics. This is not my topic to speak on, but Even I felt like it was a bit weird that she was the only one with much awareness the civil rights movement was going on in S2. Like sure, it’‘l hit her differently, obviously, and she has the potential to be more/differently caught up in it, but it does at time feel like shes on a veeeery different show than the others. with awk crossovers. So the idea the writing may be uniquely awk for her in other places isn’t a bad one.)

It’s a pretty standard Umbrella move for the siblings to not be Particularly aware of what’s going on with each other... whole plot lines are built on it, Whole siblings go missing without notice, whole wars are fought in vietnam... etc.

But for Viktor and Allison, they have apparently talked some already! So for once, that shouldn’t be the issue. and they should have the most in common. both lost partners, though obviously of different lengths and intensities, and to a certain degree they both lost children. Victor didn't birth his, but there's no way he didn't feel parental about Harlan (which, God, makes Allison's decision there all the worse and more despicable). And they both were living in a time period where their identities were restricted/marginalized/criminalized.

They should have some traumas in common, they should have some griefs in common. He could have been a good source of support and advice for her.

Because whether his experience was shorter in that era, or he learned a lot more about how to deal with his emotions and trauma after the disastrous end of the first season/revelations of second (possibly partly because he knows now at high cost that he can't afford to lash out, that too many people get hurt if he lashes out, if his self-control fails)... Viktor seems able to take his similar losses and griefs and experiences and grow from them now, and move on, where Allison is very much still stuck in her grief and trauma, and also is fundamentally unable/unwilling to see that there is any element of her own behavior in it.

I'm obviously not trying to like blame her for her own trauma and loss top-to-bottom... I'm just remembering the way in which her original loss of her daughter was because of her own mistake / misuse of her power. She would not have been available/willing to go hang out with them at Reginald's funeral in the first place, and thereby get caught up in all the other family drama and dragged back to the '60s and all of that, had she not been estranged from her new family because of her own mistake.

When you add to that the fact that a logical assumption about changing the past will be that it changes the future, it definitely should have been a risk people were acknowledging that when they got to the future something like her kid not having been born was a possibility.

I think it's a possibility that other characters had acknowledged, incl non-viktor characters, and that's why there were a few comments sort of urging her to wait or be cautious when she went to look for her daughter... And I would have rather seen her anger directed more broadly on that subject, than again straight at Viktor and then Harlan, who we know was innocent. Like he did it, but it was an accident and sort of an understandable one.

I personally just couldn't stop thinking about that anytime she got mad and attributed this whole mess solely to Viktor. Like friend, you had some agency in that. Specifically, you had some agency in your original estrangement from your family, and you had some agency in what happened to Viktor and the ways in which he was pushed into the explosion in that first season. And you're not owning up to any of that. It would obviously be very painful to own up to it, but you're not owning up to any of it and that's helping you get self-righteous about it and completely externalize your anger and hurt. It’s obviously devastating to have gone through all of this, and to have made the hard choice to leave your partner for your daughter, and suuuuuper devastating to make that exchange and lose them both... but yeah. Diving into anger instead, while not unexpected, is obvs not good.

And we see on the show that it's escalating, from her willingness to assault Luther, to outright murder of a vulnerable and (mostly)innocent man. This is not like five making his way through the time agency. She could have handed Harlan over alive. With her power? Absolutely. Instead, she chose to kill him, she wanted to kill him, and he was very vulnerable at that point. And again, more or less innocent.

She chose to kill someone who she knew couldn't fight back and was likely viewed by Viktor as a sort of adoptive kid.

So we have that, that feels like it was not addressed as deeply as I would have liked, and we have her attempting to SA Luther (Which, in universe I can maybe see why someone with his backstory mightn't have given that more weight, could have been more likely to just sort of default back to the fact that these kinds of things happen to him, his bodily agency is violated multiple times over the course of his life, I can see why he might not have given that quite as much weight, not as much as it deserves, might not have held her to account as strongly as I feel she should have been)...

And we have Five and the others spending a lot more time critiquing Viktor (Viktor who did lie to them again, and we can see why they would be concerned about his lying, but was lying to them in order to protect someone he views a little bit as his kid and definitely as his fault/ responsibility... This is Viktor's fatal flaw, and a good one since you understand why he continues to end up in these positions... I appreciate the uncertainty in Harlan's portrayal where there were a few moments where you thought perhaps he was evil and Viktor had fallen for the exact same damn ploy once more), and the sibs not really censuring Allison until she crosses that line and makes the basement comment to Viktor. Which is a big red line that they finally recognize as a line since that's what originally pushed Viktor over the edge, to everyone's detriment, in first season.

So. Do the rest of the siblings not speak out on her behavior more/sooner because

1. Messy writing, writers not realizing how far they've pushed this

2. The siblings themselves not noticing how bad Allison is getting, partly as a feature of the normal umbrella academy trope where they do not talk to each other enough, despite all the talking they do

3. Are they seeing it but they don't know what to do about it? They know how to talk to Viktor, now, they know how to correct Viktor. Do they not know how to correct Allison? Are they concerned that if they correct her too much, she will use her power on them? Do they feel so uncomfortable with or ignorant of the trauma she's been through that they don't know how to navigate well enough to correct her? Additionally, there’s a potential arrogance/assumption that she’s more right/more knowledgeable about interpersonal dynamics etc element that's part of her character particularly in the first season that could be brought in here/contribute to this.

I personally am hoping that a lot more of number three is going on, and that we will see some of this addressed in the last season. That we will see her have to face more seriously the nature of her power and face the fact that when the going gets tough and she gets frustrated or upset, then she drops her moral reservations against using her power in certain ways. That we will see other people impose and maintain boundaries with her for these reasons... And that we see her figure out how to, if she can, deal with and live with the traumas and griefs she has experienced. Whether that's by actually asking for support from her family, especially from family members who would get it, or whether that is a more individualistic method of dealing with it.

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Anyway. I found it fascinating. An enjoyable season for me, much in the line of previous seasons. It had its problems, but again, they were a lot like previous problems I've seen, and did not bother me for the most part.

Here's hoping for a fourth and final season!

#I particularly liked how they handled the trans stuff #apparently this is partly because most of the season was written already when Elliot came out #So they were almost forced to handle it as casually as they did #I thought they handled it well #The scene about the party and Luther was freaking adorable #My only critique is that Allison would definitely have been transphobic at the end #She's willing to outright say that the family should have left Victor in the basement #She's invoking extrems trauma he went through and betrayal and neglect by his family in an attempt to hurt him #there's no reason she wouldn't also have been potentially transphobic to try to hurt him #dead named him or misgendered him or whatever #Except I'm sure that this was also a conscious decision on the writing to not be transphobic #Which is also a fine choice #Just not to even go there #I'm cool with that #Just stuck out to me when she was being deliberately cruel that she didn't also choose to be cruel in that way #umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers #umbrella academy meta

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hi so the New York Times just published a gaylor manifesto and since you’ve been my main source of info for this stuff I wanted to share it https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/04/opinion/taylor-swift-queer.html

sigh.

okay. if anyone wants to read along, check out the unpaywalled article here:

https://archive.is/uHxuV

before we really get into this I just want to say that I looked into author Anna Marks' previous contributions to the NYT opinion column, of which there are two: a piece about how Marks, as a queer fan, is "heartbroken" by Harry Styles 'appropriating" queer culture by wearing ugly clothes, and an audio piece about how women referring to themselves as "girls" on TikTok is actually radical feminist praxis. so. hot mess express up in here.

anyway this piece is a shitshow that basically plays at the greatest hits from Gaylor conspiracy theories, mainly harping on her inability to come out because of some intangible threat it would pose to her career:

While Ms. Swift’s songs, largely written from her own perspective, cannot always conform to the idea of a woman our culture expects, her celebrity can. That separation, between Swift the songwriter and Swift the star, allows Ms. Swift to press against the golden birdcage in which she has found herself. She can write about women’s complexity in her confessional songs, but if ever she chooses not to publicly comply with the dominant culture’s fantasy, she will remain uncategorizable, and therefore, unsellable. Her star — as bright as it is now — would surely dim.

immediately beneath this is an image of Taylor Swift crumpled face-down onstage, looking wet; if nothing else, it's peak melodrama.

the most glaring thing about this, to me, is Marks' willful omission of other queer pop stars. she opens the article with a jarring discussion of lesbian country singer Chely Wright's 2006 suicide attempt and mentions a few contemporary celebrities who have been encouraged to stay closeted -  Cara Delevingne, Colton Haynes, Elliot Page, Kristen Stewart, Raven Symoné and Sam Smith - but with the obvious exception of Smith, they're hardly Swift's peers. as I've said before in my worst and most stupid post, the argument that outing herself would "dim Taylor's star" falls apart pretty significantly when you look at the success of artists like Lil Nas X, Billie Eilish, Doja Cat, Cardi B, and Halsey. Taylor Swift had a bigger year in 2023 than any of them combined, frankly; coming out as queer wouldn't slow her down in the slightest. why the fuck are gaylors so determined to act like she's beholden to a fanbase comprised entirely of conservatives?

also everything about how coming out is sooooo hard for famous people because they're subject to scrutiny and weird behavior as if that's not? something Taylor Swift already deals with? hello hi? get a grip I implore you. why are we wasting webspace on this.

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𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ★ .

summary : elliot breeding after you say ‘yes’ to him asking for a baby ♥︎ .

warnings : romance / smut / nsfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship / married . pet names used . nipple play . sex toy ( vibrator ) . oral ( fem receiving ) . squirting . p in v sex . light marking . breeding . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ! 

word count : about 3.1 k *

reading time : about 12 minutes * 

other : 16+ ** . takes place in the stardew we all know and love, i believe i changed some minor things so the plot makes sense ! may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .

a / n : so last month while i was playing stardew valley elliott asked for a baby . which made me freeze in my seat by the way , then i said yes and moved on . then when my character had the baby , i froze once again . but that time i got an idea to write about him asking for the baby and the first baby making attempt :D ! so enjoy pookie bears ^ ^ ! 

credits to @ rookthornesartistry on tumblr and @ crispyporkbelly on deviant art for the dividers !

" finally , i reached the 100th floor ... " you sigh , finally arriving at the location you've been attempting to reach for weeks . you look at the time to see how long you've been down in the mines — it's almost 11 p.m . " i should call it a day and go home , " you think as you board the elevator to the top . when you exit the mines , you choose to use the warp totem to get to the farm since you have no desire to make the 30 - minute walk back to the house at this hour .

once you get to the house , you toss all your findings and valuables into a chest until you can sort and look at them all tomorrow . because right now , all you were concerned about was showering and then getting in bed with your husband . when you walk into the house , you head to the bathroom quietly , trying not to make too much noise since elliott is usually asleep at this time . when you switch on the bathroom light , you discover a nicely folded pair of your pajamas resting on top of the counter ; which is just a simple tank top and shorts . and it came with a note on top that said , ' enjoy your shower , love elliott ' . you grin once you finish reading the short note , and you have to remember to thank elliott for being so thoughtful and conveniently setting out your pajamas for you .

after enjoying your hot shower , you get out, get dressed , and then you make your way to the bedroom to rest for the night . you notice a dim light glowing beneath the bedroom door as you approach it . " maybe elliott forgot to turn the light off before he fell asleep ? " you think to yourself , still under the impression that he's sleeping . when you enter the bedroom , elliott is fully awake and reading a book in bed . it seems like he was waiting for you to come and join him .

“ hey babes , i didn’t expect to see you up at this hour ; whatcha doing up - ? ” you ask while you get into bed with him . “ i was too deep in thought that i couldn’t fall asleep , so i decided to read a book and wait for you to return , my love ... ” elliott chuckles as he places his book and reading glasses on the nightstand before lying down with you . " oh , by the way , thank you for setting out some clothes for me , sweetheart . i really do appreciate it , " you say softly . elliott places a kiss on your forehead and then says , " no problem, honey ... it's the least I can do when you work so hard every day , " he replies .

" did everything go well today , sweetheart ? " elliott asks as he caresses your cheek with his thumb . " mhm ... i got really lucky today in the mines , so i got a lot accomplished , " you reply in a hushed tone , closing your eyes for just a moment . " that's wonderful , my love ... " he says softly , his words trailing off .

for a while , neither of you speaks ; you're too busy enjoying elliott's touch , and he's preoccupied with his thoughts , which creates a brief moment of silence between the two of you. he can't decide whether this is a good time to talk to you about what’s been on his mind or if he should just drop it and talk to you about it some other time . once elliott convinces himself that now is the perfect time to talk about the thing that's been on his mind , he speaks up . 

" can i talk to you about something , honey ? " " it's been on my mind for a while now - " elliott nervously says to you . " of course , what's on your mind , honey ? " you ask , sitting up and leaning against the bed's headboard . once he knows he has your full attention , he speaks , " so , i've been thinking about ... talking to you about trying for a child . " he pauses for a few seconds then continues , " i've always wanted to be a father , and now that i have such a lovely wife , i'd really like to have kids with you — if you want them , that is . " when he stops talking , elliott anxiously awaits your reply .

you consider what he said for a moment , and it suddenly hits you as to why elliott has been ' subtly ' mentioning babies and talking about how you two would be ' wonderful parents , ' and how the farm would be ' an amazing place for a child to grow up in ' . you sit there for a few minutes , silently considering whether you and elliott are ready to start a family , and all signs lead to the answer being yes . the house has enough space to raise a child ; you're financially secure , and you've always wanted to be a mother . " sure , let's try for a baby , elliott , " you say , smiling .

" a - are you sure , honey ? " elliott asks you . " mhm , i thought it through ; i think we're ready for a baby , " you say . elliott hugs you tightly and exclaims , " that's amazing , darling ! i'm happy that you said yes ! " " i'd be down to start trying right now, actually , " you offer boldly . " really ? ! r - right now , hon ? but aren't you tired from the day ... ? " elliott asks , slightly flustered by your suggestion . " i'm not that tired , sweetheart . and , besides , i can see you want to start trying now , too , " you tease , looking at the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

" you got me there , my love . the very thought of me getting you pregnant is exciting ... " elliott whispers , his face flushed as he caresses your waist . " you're just too beautiful to resist ... " he mutters as he draws you into a kiss . the kisses you two share start off soft and slow , but they quickly turn into more passionate ones as you both begin to caress and crave one another . elliott's hands quickly find their way under your shirt , and you tremble when you feel his cold hands grope your bare boobs . " mmh ... your hands are so cold - " you pant once you pull away from the kiss .

elliott chuckles when he hears you say that his hands are cold , and he says , " sorry, baby , they'll definitely warm up if i touch you some more , though ... " elliott teases as he removes his shirt and begins to shift his body on the bed . you watch as elliott positions himself to lean against the headboard of the bed . " come sit , my love ... with your back to my chest , " elliott says to you , patting his lap and pointing to the space in between where he wants you to sit . " o - okay ... " you murmur as you crawl closer to him , your gaze fixed on the growing tint in his sweats .

once you get situated , elliott takes off your shirt and places his big hands over your boobs . " you have such beautiful breasts , honey ... i love how sensitive your nipples are to my touch ... " elliott whispers in your ear , making you shiver . " ngh- " you moan as his fingers run over your nipples . " you like that , baby ? " elliott asks , placing soft kisses on your neck . " m-mhm ... i love it - " you gasp , savoring the sensation of him rolling your nipples in between his thumb and index finger . laying back and letting elliott pleasure your body has to be one of your favorite things ; every touch he gives you makes you tremble with excitement .

when elliott notices that you're practically shaking from him teasing your nipples , he knows you're craving for him to touch you . " e - elliott , please , touch me ... " you whine . elliott chuckles as he hears your desperate pleas for his touch , " alright , hon . lift your hips for me ... " he says as he begins to remove your shorts and panties . you do what he says , feeling yourself getting wetter with each second he doesn't touch you .

" open your legs too, darling ... i need to feel how wet you are for me , " elliott tells you as he puts his hands on your knees . " mmh , okay ... " you say breathily as you slowly open your legs for him . elliott's hands then run down your body slowly , making their way down to your wet pussy . " you're so wet for me , sweetheart ... it seems like the thought of me breeding you gets you excited too ... " elliott says teasingly as he spreads your pussy lips . " i - i charged the vibrator the other day ... could you use that on me , baby ? " you ask him . " oh , of course, darling ... anything for you , " he replies as he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out the vibrator .

" you want the lowest setting first , right , hon ? " elliott asks as he sets the vibrator on your clit and switches it on , the low vibrations causing your entire body to flush with heat when it comes into contact with your sensitive clit . " mmh ... y - yeah , that's good right there ... " you mumble . elliott moves the vibrator in slow circles against your clit while he teases your nipples with his unoccupied hand . " m - mph ... m - more ... please , baby ? " you whine . elliott turns the vibrator on the highest setting when he hears you ask for more .

" okay , hon ... does that feel good ? " he asks . " hngh-! y - yes ... " you moan loudly as you grip onto elliott's thighs , attempting to stay in place . not even a minute later , elliott notices you were about to cum from how uncontrollable your moans became . " i - i'm gonna cum - ! c - can i cum ... " you cry out . elliott then takes the vibrator off your throbbing clit and puts it aside , which causes whimpers to fall from your lips . " not yet , dear ... i want you to cum on my face , " he says to you as he shifts his body to where he's laying on the pillows . 

" come sit , sweetheart , let me take care of you ... " elliott says inviting you to sit on his face . you immediately do what he asked , hovering your wet pussy above his mouth since you're desperate for some sort of release . that , combined with the fact that you enjoy it when elliott eats you out because he has a very good tongue got you even more excited than you already were . " i - is this good , babe ? " you ask elliott . " i told you to sit , not hover , darling ... " elliott replies as he squeezes your ass . " but , honey , i don't want to suffocate you - " you explain , having only sat on his face once before . " you don't have to be worried , sweetie . " elliott says , " just sit ... " he says , guiding you down until you are fully seated on his face .

" o - oh my god ... e - elliott ! " you moan in pure ecstasy as his tongue begins to suck on your aching clit . elliott laps and sucks at your clit like he's a starved man who hasn't eaten in weeks , causing you to only think about the immense pleasure you're feeling . elliott can tell how close you are to cumming from how much your body is shaking . " hngh! b - baby ... i - i'm so close ... " you say , holding onto the headboard for support as the knot in your stomach tightens . 

when elliott hears those words leave your lips , he focuses on getting you to your climax , continuing to slip his tongue in and out of your wet hole , his nose brushing over your clit as he does . seconds later , you feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel . " mph! m'cumming - ! " you moan loudly as your intense orgasm hits you , making you accidentally squirt on elliott's face .

when you come down from your high , you return to your senses and you get off elliott's face . " are you okay , babe ? " you ask , staring at all the fluids you've left on his face . " hehe , i'm more than okay , baby , " elliott says with a contented smile as he wipes his mouth and sits up . " but i'm not done with you yet , darling ... " he says as he removes his boxers and sweatpants, revealing his stiff cock . the pre - cum dripping from his rosy red tip alone is enough to make you drool . you want him inside of you badly ; you desperately want him to breed you right now . " now , on your back , honey ... we're not done just yet . " he whispers in your ear .

when you lay on your back , elliott traps your body beneath his , pinning you down to the bed . " i love you , y / n , " elliott says softly as his fingers intertwine with yours and your lips meet in a passionate kiss . " baby , is it alright if i put it in now ? " elliott maintains a low voice . " i'm afraid i won't be able to contain myself for much longer . " " as i said earlier , you're too beautiful for me to resist ... " he adds , his cock twitching against you . " mhm , go ahead , darling ... " you reply , touching his flushed face . elliott then rubs the tip of his cock on your clit before slowly pushing his cock inside your warm pussy while letting out a low moan .

" you doing okay there , love ? " he asks once he bottoms out . " m - mhm ... m'good , " you say , your walls clenching around elliott's shaft . " do you need a minute to adjust , my dear ? " elliott asks . you merely nod in response . " alright ... let me know when you're ready , okay ? " he adds lovingly as he caresses your cheek .

after a few moments , you say , " i've adjusted ... you can move now , baby . " alright , darling ... " elliott says as he begins to move . elliott let's out a soft grunt as he thrusts into you , your warm walls feel amazing around his cock . that , combined with the fact that you two haven't had sex in weeks , makes him feel like he's in heaven right now . " y - you feel so good , my love ... " elliott says as his pace quickens . " mmh ... s'good - " you moan softly as you rub fast circles on your clit .

elliott's hands then grip your waist to keep a steady pace , so every thrust gives you the pleasure your body deserves and desires . "  mph ... y - you're so beautiful , y / n ... " elliott whispers in your ear through his moans . elliott begins to place small hickeys on your neck as he attempts to find that spot inside of you that drives you insane every time . when the tip of elliott's cock hits your g - spot , your eyes roll to the back of your head with ease . " hngh-! r - right there - ! d-don't stop - ! " you moan loudly . " you like that , baby ? i'll keep doing it then - " elliott pants .

the bedroom is quickly filled with the sounds of skin slapping together , your moans , and elliott's low groans and pants . both of you are clinging to each other so desperately , like the pleasure you two are feeling would just stop if either of you let go . elliott pounds into you mercilessly as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter by the second . elliott can tell you're close to your orgasm from the way your walls are clenching around him . " y - you're gonna cum , yeah ? j - just let go , baby - " elliott says to you . with a few more deep thrusts and touches to your clit , you can feel the knot in your stomach unraveling . " mmph ! m'cumming ! " you moan , your whole body shaking violently as you cling to elliott . 

it took every fiber of elliott's being not to cum inside of you right then and there as your walls pulsated around his cock as he continued to thrust into you as fast as he could . " mph! it's s'deep - " you whine . you couldn't deny that elliott looked so hot with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he pounded into your sloppily wet cunt . you can tell from how erratic and rough elliott's thrusts were becoming and the way his face was twisting in pleasure that he was close to reaching his orgasm .

" y - y / n ... i - i can cum inside , right ? " elliott asks , wanting to make sure that this is what you wanted . " y - yes ... mph- ...stuff me full w - with your cum - " you say in between moans . now that you've told elliott that you wanted him to cum inside of you , he's only focused on two things — getting off and , most importantly , breeding you . elliott continued at his rough and fast pace , not letting up until he felt his orgasm approaching . " hngh-! baby , i - i'm cumming - ! " elliott moans as his body shakes as he cums deep inside of you , his cock filling your pussy with thick ropes of cum .

when elliott comes down from his high , he lays his body on top of yours and places his head in the crook of your neck , softly panting in your ear , attempting to get your body as close to his as possible . " i wasn't too rough , right , hon ? " elliott questions you once he catches his breath . " of course not , love . i feel amazing , actually , " you reply with a slight chuckle as you run your fingers through his long ginger locks . " you being satisfied is all that matters to me , my love , " elliott adds softly . " now , let's get you cleaned up , dear , " elliott says , lifting his body off of yours .

when elliott pulls out , his face immediately flushes with a red tint when he notices his cum slowly oozing out of you . " i - i'll be right back , honey - " elliott says as he gets out of bed and dashes out of the bedroom flustered . a few short moments later , elliott comes back to the room with a bowl and a washcloth in hand . " what's inside the bowl ? " you ask as elliott places it on the nightstand . " just some warm water to wipe you off , dear , " elliott replies , dipping the washcloth in the water . " all right , hon ... open your legs for me , " he says as he climbs onto the bed .

when you realize he's just trying to wipe you off down there before you two go to bed , you open your legs . " is the water too hot ? " elliott asks as he gently wipes you down . " no , it's warm , baby ... " you respond with a breath of relaxation . you lay there in bed , relishing in the sensation of the warm cloth and elliott's gentle touch , your eyes beginning to feel heavy .

" there , all done , " elliott says as he puts the washcloth back in the bowl . when he looks at you , he immediately smiles when he sees how relaxed and sleepy you look . elliott then lays next to you in bed and pulls you close . " i love you so much , y / n ... " he says in a hushed tone while rubbing slow circles on your back . " i love you even more , elliott ... " you murmur , clinging to him for warmth . elliott watches as you begin to slowly fall asleep in his arms . you truly were his world , his everything . " whatever the future holds for us , i'm looking forward to spending each moment with you , my love , " elliott whispers as he kisses your forehead before drifting off alongside you.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 ★ ...

read the second part here 🍂 !

#rohans fanfics ☁︎ … #☆* rohansdisciple writes ! ☆* #stardew #stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #sdv elliott x reader #sdv elliott x fem reader #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliot x black reader #sdv elliot x black fem reader #stardew fanfic #spotify #rohansdisciple

[mysticmikalla]

I don't know if you take any kind of requests but if you feel like it could you maybe write about how you think the bachelors would react to you asking them to marry you? 🥹

I am always honored to take requests!! Thank you for being my first, I hope I do it justice!

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The Stardew Valley bachelors’ reactions to being proposed to

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Harvey

Harvey did not know what to do with himself at first. Did he gently accept the deep blue, shiny pendant from your hands and hang it around his neck? Or should he pull you in for a kiss instead, breaking apart only so he could attempt to express how much he loved you? ... Or perhaps just a simple yes, with excited promises about the future? Or maybe all of the above, in that order?

He didn’t do any of those. Instead, he stepped closer to you until he was close enough to engulf you in a hug, a little tighter than normal, hiding a silent tear that he could not help but shed while softly murmuring his answer against your hair.

Shane

He would’ve never guessed that the farmer that took up that old farm would be lying in bed next to him, gazing up at him with such a look in your eyes that made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. And as unfamiliar as that feeling was, Shane felt it. He mattered, and it you had just made it clear wasn't temporary. He did feel a little afraid, however, of what came after - the moving in together, the possibility of kids, of sickness and health, and he did not want to disappoint you. But that, he decided, was a worry for the future. So for now, he wasn’t going to let you down. He took your face in his hands and smashed your lips together, taking advantage of the fact that you were already in bed and barely clothed to show you how much he meant his yes.

Sam

He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Sam just... took things one day at a time. He was never one to look too far into the future. So when he was playing with your fingers, absentmindedly while he went on one of his tangents instead of finishing a story he was telling you, you pulled the pendant out and set it on his lap, waiting to see how long it would take for him to notice it. And it look a while - so long that you couldn’t contain yourself, and nodding down to his lap, you said, “Sam, look.”

He stopped talking to follow your gaze, and resting on his lap was your promise to spend the rest of your life with him, if he'd have you. He stood up, pendant in hand, prompting you to do the same, “Is this…? Actually?!” Then he would pepper your face with kisses, “Do I even have to say it? Yes, yes, yes.”

Sebastian

He had never kissed you quite as passionately as he did then. When you were straddling him, a make out session well underway under the cover of the dim lights in his room, his hands on your back, under your shirt, and your hands tangled in his hair, out of breath… The feeling had consumed you then, and as good as kissing him felt, you pulled away for a moment, and as easy as if you had already said it, you murmured, “Marry me?”

Sebastian never thought he cared much for marriage, but he longed for this. To be your only one, to be the one someone finally chose. And that’s when he kissed you again. He nodded wordlessly, pulling your head back in to meet him again, intensely, deeper than before, as if he wanted you to taste his answer on his lips.

Elliot

At that point in your relationship, Elliot had already purchased the pendant. He had been sure of this for a while now, only waiting for the right time to ask you the most important and yet the easiest question of his life. He never imagined that you dreamed the same - as when he took you for your usual walks along the shores, admiring the golden glaze of the setting sun over the sand, you also had an item most precious in your pocket.

At first, when he looked at you, he thought it was a reflection of his own feelings in your eyes. And then his own fell to your hands, where they stretched out a beautiful blue pendant. Elliot never thought he’d be rendered speechless at a moment like this. All he could do was reach for his own pendant and place it on top of yours, and then finally he would say, “In any and all lifetimes, I’ll say yes.”

Alex

Because he was raised a certain way, Alex always expected he was going to be the one to propose. The excitement of buying a pendant and hiding it from you, the planning out a date that was romantic but not-so-romantic that you’d suspect it, the getting down on one knee and asking you to make him the luckiest man alive… It was corny, he knew, but that’s how he saw it happening.

And maybe you two were too alike, because you were the one to buy the pendant, the one who planned the date and the one who got down on one knee. He was genuinely shocked when he saw you, “Are you serious?” Was the first thing he managed to say before joining you on his knees to look you in the eye, “Are you actually… are you serious? I was going to… I mean, yes, but that was my line!”

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #sdv headcanons #sdv elliott #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv alex #stardew valley sebastian #let me know if this is what you had in mind! #im always torn between bullet point hcs and just... blocks of text hahaha #requests are always welcome though #thanks for requesting from me!

[bethanydelleman]

Writing Villains (Advice from Jane Austen)

One of the reasons that I find Jane Austen's novels so wonderful is that they have amazingly realistic villains, some that are fully fleshed out characters. Austen's biggest strength is that she gives her villains clear, logical motives. In fact, for many of her villainous characters you can turn the entire story around and see a rational story from the other side.

For example, Lucy Steele. She doesn't attack Elinor out of mindless evil, but because Edward Ferrars is her golden ticket to wealth and she knows that Edward loves Elinor. Lucy might twist the knife a little on Elinor out of sadism, but generally she attacks Elinor in an attempt to secure Edward. When it comes to other characters, Lucy is overly sweet if she wants something from them, otherwise she acts normally. As an example, she leaves Marianne alone because Marianne is not competing for Edward and also can't do anything for Lucy. Anne, Lucy's sister, likes her. Lucy has friends and family she stays with, she's a fairly well-rounded person.

You can put yourself in Lucy's shoes, you can turn the entire narrative on it's head and play it out from her perspective and it would make complete sense. You could even make Lucy sympathetic! She probably sees herself as a hardworking underdog, trying to wrest her one chance at prosperity away from the conniving Elinor Dashwood. I'm sure she thinks the pain she causes Elinor is justified.

If you can't do that with your villains, then there is a good chance they are just evil for evil's sake. I picked Lucy Steele on purpose because I hate when the entire motivation for a antagonist female character is "bitches be crazy". Bitches may be mean, but almost always for a good reason.

Even Mrs. Norris, who is probably the most cruel of Austen's female villains, can be perspective switched. Her life is about being useful to the Bertram family so she can feel important because her married status/wealth is lower than she wished. As she must always be deferential towards the Bertrams, she takes out her negative emotions on those below her, the servants and Fanny, while also showing off how good she is at "managing" those people. (And yes, she is your childhood bully)

We often hear her perspective and she clearly sees herself as a useful part of the family and a defender of Sir Thomas's wealth. She thinks she's a good person! Which is also an important point: most people doing wrong do not believe that they are doing wrong. That is what really makes a villain scary. Mrs. Norris thinks she's helping Fanny in a very twisted way by teaching Fanny her station in life. If you asked her, she'd give you a self-justified answer and she'd probably actually believe it.

Another way to do a good villain is to just make a person very selfish. Henry Crawford doesn't sit around all day laughing about how much pain he causes women, he doesn't think about it. He only thinks about the fun of flirting for himself, not the harm to others. The glimpses we get into her perspective are not cruel at all. It's the same with Willougby, he thinks only of his own pleasure and tries very hard to ignore that he has crushed Marianne and destroyed Eliza Williams. When he is forced to accept that people were hurt, he blames everyone but himself.

Wickham thinks that he's a victim, Caroline Bingley is ambitious and doesn't care who she steps on to get to the top, Mr. Elton is insulted that Emma could even dream he's a match with Harriet but he can't touch Emma so he punches down at Harriet. They all make sense, they all probably believe that their actions are justified.

Also, imagine taking the heroine/hero right out of the story, would the villain still act the same way? If Anne didn't exist, Mr. Elliot would still try to bring himself into the Elliot family because he was afraid of losing the title. If Elizabeth didn't exist, Wickham would have had another favourite in Meryton. If Fanny didn't exist, Mrs. Norris would have found some other puppy to kick. The villains don't just appear for the plot of the main characters, they have their own reasons for moving around and messing shit up.

Lastly, explaining but not excusing (though unfortunately some people will excuse anyway but that's not your fault). Mary Crawford is mercenary and doesn't seem to believe that love is even a real thing. It's pointed out several times in the novel that her defects have to do with being raised in an immoral environment and a broken home. She was taught by her aunt to marry for wealth and disregard love. Austen doesn't excuse Mary, she doesn't give her a happy ending, but she does explain how she came to be. She's not just greedy, she has been taught that wealth is the best recipe for happiness. As an adult now, it is her responsibility to question that maxim or remain a villain.

Austen wrote amazing morally grey characters and "villains" (a term I used a little liberally here, some of them probably only count as antagonists, not full blown villains). I love how real and human she made her characters, it's something I aspire to myself!

Linking my Caroline rant because it's related, people remove her motives so often and flatten her into a "bitches be crazy".

#jane austen #villains #avoiding “bitches be crazy” #Lucy steele #mrs. norris #mansfield park #sense and sensibility #henry crawford #mary crawford

[mattreytism]

maybe i should write something based of lines from wu&io. haven't written fics in soo long

#elliot attempts at writing #wilbur soot #wu&io #wilbur soot x reader #lovejoy

[valriety]

SDV: Bachelor Physical Touch HCs

Post Type: SFW, Fluff, Platonic/Romantic x Reader, Mentions of Family In Alex, Shane, and Sebastian. Characters: Sam, Elliot, Harvey, Alex, Shane, and Sebastian. GN Reader (You/Yours).

Hi! Felt a little sad today so figured i'd write some short and cutesy non-sexual phys touch headcanons for the SDV bachelors. Just a few lines each :P - Enjoy! Also, all characters would absolutely ask before touching!

'SDV: Bachelorette Physical Touch HCs' can be found here.

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Sam:

Touchiest bachelor in town, loves physical touch so much - practically thrives off of it.

His favourites include hugs or wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. But he also really enjoys high fives, or having his hair played with (when it's not gelled anyways).

Abigail and Sebastian are a little touchadverse, but they don't really mind at all when it comes to Sam - they're who he'll initiate physical touch with the most.

If you're friends, he'll do a lot of the same things he does for Abigail and Sebastian, but if he has a crush on you... suddenly, everything's ramped up tenfold.

This guy will make every excuse under the sun to touch you - patting your hair when you make a good shot, or offering to walk you home and hold your hand, even though he knows perfectly well you've made the trip alone safely before.

Ball of sunshine and contagious about it - when he's particularly excited he'll hold both your hands in his and jump around.

Will think you're so cute if you're shy about asking to touch/hold him <3

Elliot:

Very casual with his physical affection, but will save some things (like hugs or kisses) for those he cares for the most.

His favourites include anything to do with hair, loves patting it, ruffling it, or brushing the strands away from the face. In return, he likes small, comforting touches the most, like having someone trace a small pattern somewhere into his skin.

Closest with Leah in terms of physical touch, and will offer to redo her braid every chance he gets.

He also tries his best to be close with Harvey and Shane too - gently slaps their shoulders whenever a joke is made. It took a long time for Shane to warm up to this.

If you become friends, he'll offer out his hand for you to hold often. He'll also want to do your hair for you, asking if he can braid some seasonal flowers in.

If he develops a crush on you, he'll try to be a bit obvious with his skin ship - starting off by asking for hugs before you part ways, or placing his hand on the small of your back when he's leading you somewhere.

Despite his coolness and charm, he's quite flustered by you. So, in those moments where he manages to gather the courage, he'll take your hand in his, and bring it to his lips for a chaste kiss. Makes an effort to make eye contact with you the entire time in hopes that it'll help get his feelings across <3

Harvey:

Way too shy for it. He's calm and professional on the job, but the second he's off the clock, he's antsy, even if it's one of his friends. Don't take that to mean he doesn't like it though! He's just shy.

His favourites by far are handshakes or placing a firm hand on another's shoulder - especially when he's trying to make a point. He really likes it when his mates give him a friendly pat on the back.

Not really close with anyone in terms of physical touch, though Shane and (moreso) Elliot, will sometimes attempt the odd contact. Wants to be closer to Maru.

If you become friends, it'll take him a long time to work up to courage to initiate anything. Honestly, you'll probably end up asking first.

This will be overidden if he's proud of you though - giving you a curt pat on the back when you come to him excited about a particuarly good harvest, or something else.

If he develops a crush on you, and especially if he knows you don't mind physical touch, he'll hype himself up in hopes of inititating something, even if it something minor, like a stiff shoulder pat. Would love to give you a farewell kiss on the cheek one day, but has to work out how to ask first <3

Alex:

Another casual toucher, but a slightly more reserved. Doesn't really properly hug anyone, except maybe his grandparents.

He loves holding hands and intertwining them together the most, but would prefer to save it for someone really special. Also likes recieving high fives, or anything that involves a show of strength, like arm wrestling.

He's closest with his grandparents, but is a bit embarrased about it. Pretty casual with his guy friends, and Haley will occasionally initiate/accept a high five with him when he's particuarly excited about something.

If you become friends, he'll treat you similarly to his other friends. He'll also want to play a game of gridball with you, or at least a game of catch. High fives you after.

If he realises he has a crush on you, he'll reel it back for a bit, worried that he might get too flustered if he tries anything. But once he calms down a little, he'll try to be casual about it again.

Isn't as casual as he would like to be about it though. Ramps up the shows of strength - challenging you to an arm wrestle, or bragging about how easy it would be to pick you up, and trying to fluster you by picking you up bridal style when you say yes. Would probably like spinning you around in his arms later on too <3

Shane:

Not big on touch at all. Highkey hates it from most people, and will get properly mad at anyone trying to cross any boundaries. Won't mind it from certain people though, so long as it's in private and he's in a good mood.

Prefers firm touches if absolutely necessary. Will tolerate more from Jas and Marnie, and occassionally his drinking friends during their nights at the saloon. Gives plenty of pats and cuddles to his chickens.

Will hug Jas and Marnie once in a blue moon. No one else though. Jas is also the sole reciever of headpats.

If you're friends, it's pretty safe to assume that you won't really get a good chance to initiate any physical touch. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with anyone, and even then, he'll need to be in a good enough mood for it. Most of it will be brief, or accidental.

Even if he develops a crush on you, it might still take a while, because while he does find himself thinking about it more, he'll need to work up the courage first - especially since physical touch wasn't really a thing between the two of you prior.

Probably took him brushing his fingers against yours as you were passing him a can one day for him to realise just how much he likes it. Will try to playfully initiate more after this - gently pushing you as a joke, or messing up your hair but playing it off as if he just wanted to annoy you <3

Sebastian:

Touch-adverse, he has some sensory issues and can get pretty shy sometimes, so he doesn't really like it most times. Kinda touch starved tbh.

Accepts affection the most from Sam and Abigail, and will hestitantly accept it sometimes if Robin and Maru ask. Absolutely will not allow Demetrius to though, and will outright rudely deny him if he ever tries.

Actually really likes hugs, and REALLY likes cuddling. He's a big spoon, but will occasionally want to be the small spoon. Prefers gentle touches rather than firm ones. He fidgets a lot, so he'll often be seeing fidgeting with his friend's clothes or even playing with their hands and fixing their nailpolish.

If you're friends, it might take him a little while to warm up to any physical affection with you, but he's spurred on if he sees you engaging in it with others - he's shy, but he doesn't want to be left out!

Will really ramp it up if he can use it to tease others, like if you beat Sam at pool, or if you team up with him during the egg hunt to beat Abigail.

If he has a crush on you, he'll start initiating subconsciously a lot more - not moving away when your arms or legs touch, or playing with your hair when you're close by. Will get flustered when he realises what he's doing or if someone points it out, but it'll eventually just become the norm for him. Grabs your sleeve to get your attention sometimes <3

A/N: That's it! Hope you enjoyed, lemme know if you liked these.

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[akajustmerry]

not saying criticisms of racism and erasure being levelled at Oppenheimer aren't valid or necessary parts of the conversation because they are, but I personally question why people want Christopher Nolan, a man who couldn't even light his Black lead properly in his previous film, to be the guy who commentates on white American imperialism against First Nations peoples and Japanese people?? There are decades of Japanese cinema made by people who are actually connected to the experiences of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. There are documentaries, books and decades of reporting created by the Cherokee and First Nations Downwinders who remember and live with the legacy of Los Alamos displacement and nuclear fallout. Nolan made it clear his film was intentionally myopic because Oppenheimer himself had a very narrow perspective when it came to the consequences of what he was doing. But even within the scope of the film's intentionally narrow perspective, this short-sightedness and disregard for the consequences belonging to Oppenheimer is acknowledged in multiple ways. At the end of the day, it's a movie with US military funding made by predominantly white men that centres on the perspective of one famously myopic man. I can honestly say I'd rather chew off the tips of my fingers than have a movie made under those constraints also attempt to show the traumatic experiences of multiple marginalised people of colour. Christopher Nolan, who wrote and directed this film, was name-dropped by Elliot Page as someone who bullied him into wearing a skirt on screen despite there being a literal clause in his CONTRACT that he could not wear dresses or skirts because of how uncomfortable they made him (for now obvious reasons). There's absolutely space to critique and acknowledge what was included and how it was included and why it wasn't. To be clear, I don't think this makes him exempt from criticism. I just think saying Christopher Nolan should have included his take on First Nations peoples and Japanese peoples suffering is not something I agree with, personally, because I have actually seen the film and the film is not about that. Personally, I'm relieved I didn't have to see Nolan, a guy who can't even fit a whole white woman in his head, attempt to write about the experiences of people of colour. I'm relieved he stayed in his lane and I think if you want to learn more about who bore the brunt of Oppenheimer's horrors, you should seek that out from the people who experienced them and recorded them, not expect them from some white middle-aged filmmaker with a hard-on for explosions.

[gelatinouscubed]

Overkill

I'm a long time lurker, first time (snz) writer. I wanted to try my hand at writing something like this, and decided to pull out a couple ocs I've had for a bit. Kinda experimental, dipping my toes in the world of writing for this kink so any feedback is appreciated!

Only about 1k words, background is that Jay and Elliot are both students at the same college and roommates and that's pretty much it! Their relationship is not romantic yet, unsure of if it will be but idk, I'll see how it goes.

Cw: contagion mention, fever

God, Jay wishes his professor would just shut up about Greek mythology already. 

In his foggy mind, those stupid fucking stories from this stupid fucking lecture are the only things that seem to stick. Icarus with his wax wings, flying too close to the sun. He feels a sort of kinship to that doomed boy, his hubris, his downfall. If Jay is Icarus, Elliot is his Daedelus. Setting a bottle of Dayquil on the counter seemed like such a nice gesture at the time, too, considering his roommate was the patient zero to this nightmare plague. 

Jay usually has such good impulse control.

With a cold from hell, too much medicine sounded like an oxymoron. Anything would have to be a step up from drowning in his own mucus. 

A shiver shoots up his spine, but he barely shifts from his slumped position on the desk in the back of this classroom. With the edge of his sweater over his hand, pressed against his sluggishly leaking nose, he sniffles. He feels and hears a pitiful squeak of pressure stab through his sinuses, ears crackling loudly as he swallows. 

He's not sure if it's better or worse, being too dazed to fully comprehend just how disgusting he must be right now. Through the thick haze in his mind, he can vaguely feel the stinging of his rubbed raw and chapped nose, abused by the rough wool of his shirt sleeve. In any other case, he'd be too self-conscious to do this openly, too afraid to be seen as gross by his peers.

Now, as his head periodically bops back up after slowly drifting down, exhausted eyes trying their best not to close, he can't quite muster up the energy to care. 

“hhHIT’sschUE!” 

He wrenches forward into his elbow, sneezing for what feels like the hundredth time since he's woken up. A couple hoarse, grating coughs follow after, and if he weren't in public he would've allowed himself to groan in misery. 

People are probably staring at him, he knows. It's cold and flu season, and he's basically Typhoid Mary right now. 

Let them. If the teacher hadn't made this lecture mandatory attendance, he wouldn't have shown up at all. Through red rimmed, watery eyes, he glares at her with as much rage as he can muster. He hopes someone coughs on her doorknob. 

One of his knuckles paws at the side of his nose weakly, letting out a small sigh of annoyance at the inevitable. His breath hitches. 

“HhHhuhhggh’shkew!! HtxcHH-shEWW!” Hands cupped around his face, his fingertips rest against overheated cheeks brush against the bottom of his teary eyes. God this sucks.

Something taps his shoulder, breaking him out of his dazed self-pity. His head lazily swivels around, vision swimming sickeningly for a short moment. 

A figure comes into focus- Jenn, one of Elliots's friends, he vaguely notes- holding something out to him wordlessly. Tired eyes dart down, and out of pure relief, he almost feels himself sober up a bit. 

It's a pack of tissues. He could cry. He might cry. 

He accepts them readily. 

“Thangks.” He rasps, at least attempting to blow his nose. It barely budges, but it's still nice to clean his upper lip with something besides his clothes. 

“Of course man. You um… you alright?” Jenn questions, what little attention she'd been paying to the lecture replaced with concern. 

Jay sighs, keeping the tissue wadded in his hand as his shoulders slump.

“Fidne.” He grumbles, turning to cough weakly into the tissue. 

“Elliot finally gave you his cold?”

Jay scoffs. 

“How'd you figure that ode out? Thought I was hidi’g it well.” He complains, punctuating it with a blocked sniffle. Jenn tuts sympathetically, patting him gently on the shoulder. He knows he must be out of it, as he doesn't move away. She seems to notice this too, her eyes darting to the large digital clock on the wall. 

“Think you can tough it out for fifteen more minutes?” She asks, getting a half-hearted shrug in response.

“It wod't kill mbe.” He mumbles.

Nodding in understanding, Jay pulls out her phone.

“I'll let him know to come pick you up. No offense dude, but you probably shouldn't be driving right now.” Knowing him, she expects at least a little push back from this, as he's been historically against anything even vaguely considered coddling. 

He simply sniffles, wipes his nose, and nods weakly, trying hard not to pay attention to the room spinning as he does. 

“Sou'ds gguhh…

hhuh-ghhTCH'SSCHUEww!” Oh god that one was so loud. He can tell Jenn is looking at him without turning to her, even as he lets out a breathy, congested groan into his hands hiding his face. 

The professor launches into some lengthy discussion about Sisyphus when Jay completely tunes her out again. All he has to do is make it fifteen minutes.

———

Jay finds himself blinking back into semi-awareness after a bit, not having realized he'd dozed off.

“Snrk- wuh… huh?”  He mumbles, distantly feeling the cold touch of a palm against his forehead.

Before he could do anything too embarrassing like lean into the hand, he turns to cough, reaching up a hand to rub his throat with a swallow and a wince. The sleep did nothing but make him feel even more clogged.

When he finally blinks his watery eyes clear, his roommate's form finally becomes visible. He knows he should feel mortified, at least a bit more than he is right now. 

But, at least that means he's got a ride home now. The thought of finally laying in his bed is almost enough to make him sob with relief. 

“El…” He practically whines, feeling the much larger man's arm gently guide him out of the desk by his shoulder. 

“Looks like this thing's kicking your ass, huh?” Elliot comments, the slight amusement in his tone not appreciated by Jay.

“You gave mbe this shit, jackass.” He grumbles with what little anger he can muster. His head resting on Elliot's shoulder as he's guided away certainly doesn't help his case.

“Hey, I warned you. Not my fault you didn't take the multivitamins I offered.” 

Jay lets out a single, breathy laugh.

“You act like you're fifty.” He comments, breaking off to muffle a couple coughs into his fist at the end. 

“At least my cold wasn't this bad. You look like death.”

“Gee, thangks.” Jay knows Elliot is probably right, though. Which is only more embarrassing given that he knows Elliot still managed to look like a runway model even while running 101°. That man has to be blessed.

Speaking of, Jay stalls for a moment, causing Elliot to stop as well. Jay's breath hitches, one hand weakly coming to cup his face, leaning into his roommate's supportive frame as his eyes flutter. 

“HhhhITSCH-UEe! hhgsh'TCHEWww!! Hhhhuhhh…nghohgod-” He groans, stumbling back with the force of the sneezes, lightheaded and drained. 

Elliot's hold around Jay's shoulders tighten, noticing him falter. Unintentionally he pulls the smaller man closer, Jay's face towards Elliot's body as he curls into himself. 

“Oh hey, easy man. We can just-” Before Elliot can finish, Jay snaps forward into Elliot's shirt.

“hhhhHIITSCH’HEWW!!” 

Jay doesn't need to cup his face anymore. Any potential mess has been contained, right into Elliots chest. 

Immediately Jay's already overheated and feverish cheeks somehow redden further, shame permeating that constant bleariness for once.

“Nghh- shit. I'mb sorry, that's- that's so fucki'g gross.” He mumbles into Elliot's shirt, not wanting to look up in fear of his friend's possible expression. 

The chest beneath his hands and nose stutters a couple times in a chuckle. A hand pats him on the back, and he looks up. 

“Hey, I already had it once, so I'm basically immune to it now. No harm no foul.” Elliot offers, a soft smile on his lips. 

A set of coughs release themselves from Jay's lungs, a weak fist half-heartedly covering it. Elliot hums in worry, and nudges Jay to keep walking with him. 

“C’mon, we're almost home. A little sleep will do you some wonders.” 

Jay wanted to retort with the fact that his little nap in the classroom did nothing but make the problem worse, but can't bring himself to. With little to no other choice, Jay allows himself to be guided back to Elliot's car, face still half buried in the man's shirt.

Tomorrow he'll blame it on the medication. But he feels unfairly safe in his roommate's arms. 

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[maleyanderecafe]

Paper Cuts (Webcomic)

Created by: toterpxl_

Genre: Thriller/Drama

Thank you for the people on one of the yandere discord I'm in for this recommendation! This entire webcomic is in black and whilte/grayscale and has a pretty haunting tone to it. As of now, the webcomic has about 11 chapters but I think the art and story is pretty good and gives off the tone of someone who is following you.

The story starts out with May attending her brother's funeral and calling her friend, Nina, afterwards who invites her to a sleepover. While walking there, she bumps into Eliott, her old pen pal. It seems that when May was younger, she had a hard time making friends, so her brother Adam suggested writing to a pen pal, who turned out to be Eliott. She enjoys writing to him until suddenly he stops, and has never heard from him until now. May asks why Eliott stopped writing to her, and he asks for forgiveness for abandoning her. May promises that she will never hate him. While going home, May realizes that her apartment door is open and checks inside to make sure nothing is stolen. There, she finds that the only thing that was stolen was something from Adam's room in a locked drawer, and decides to not report it since she didn't know what was inside. May hangs out with her friend Nina until Eliott pops by, not very happy about Nina's presence. While eating, Eliott asks May for a fork instead of chopsticks, but based on his reactions, she gets him a spoon instead to prevent him from actually harming Nina. Eliott asks May about Adam, to which May is distraught about, causing her to cry. Nina goes home and May escorts Eliott home asking if she hated Nina. Eliott tells May about his distaste in Nina, and before Eliott heads home, Eliott apologizes to May about making her upset. May laments about his death, and even wishes that she was taken too, to which Eliott attempts to comfort her. At home, May continues to cry about her brother Adam until Eliott shows up at the door, bringing her cake. They hang out a couple of times, with May seemingly being more and more suspicious every time. The last couple of chapters ends with Eliott reciting a poem in her sleep, confessing his love to her.

May is actually more perceptive as a main character than I thought she'd be. She starts to notice things like the fact that Elliott is extremely jealous towards Elliot and even giving him a spoon just to make sure he doesn't use it to hurt Nina. There's also other instances like wondering how he knows when she wakes up as well as knowing what happened to her brother. She still doesn't really know much about other things like him sneaking into her apartment and probably killing her brother, but I do think she will find out what he's done soon. Especially from what will likely happen to Nina.

Elliot as a yandere is pretty standard as what you would think of him, but I think it's done rather well. It's pretty obvious that Eliott was who killed or at least was involved with Adam's death and he's likely going to be the one who kills Nina as well. He's jealous, stalks May and tracks her sleep, which is why he's always able to come in and talk to her at all the right times. He seems to feel regret that he suddenly had to cut off May, going so much as to cry and ask if she hates him. I'm kind of curious what will happen when or if May finds out what happened with her brother, and what Eliott's reaction will be afterwards.

It's pretty short so far, but I like the look of the webcomic and where it's headed. I hope there will be more to read soon since it's pretty good!

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[sofasoap]

Miss Sunshine

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: How Mr Sunshine met Miss Sunshine

Warning: Alcohol used. M theme. 

A/N: My first time attempting to write Gaz! I hope I did him justice. 

I decided to write Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse, I just love the photo of Elliot Knight big cute smile!  As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “ Mini” from her story. <3 Go read her  “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“masterlist” for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Gaz knew he was a goner the first time he saw your photo. 

“That’s your sister?” “ Yep, my dear baby sister, I am so proud of her… finally graduated from her degree!..I gave her a surprise… “ Soap is famous for being a doting big brother. Most of the time he couldn’t shut up about his younger sister, affectionately nicknamed “Mini”, for being the youngest in the family.  Everyone on the base had to endure his non stop blabbering about how wonderful you've been everytime he comes back from holiday. 

In your cap and gown, arms wrapped around Soap’s muscular bicep and that brilliant wide smile on your face. That beautiful smile. 

“... Luckily she looks nothing like you.” Gaz mocked.  He knew he had to keep his lips tight. Keep his heart tight. 

Soap was also famous for being fiercely protective of his sister. The last brave soul who tried to ask Soap for your contact ended up scrambling away everytime Soap walked past him. Rumour has it that Soap didn’t go lightly on him during sparring and field training exercises. Other rumour said Soap tried to throw him into the dirt pond in the mock up battlefield beside the base with stone tied to his legs.

He doesn’t want to endure Soap’s wrath. Nor ruined the friendship or team dynamic. Besides, photos might be different to real life right?

He was right. You were even more beautiful in real life. Gaz introduced himself, holding out his hand.  Hoping they weren’t drench in sweat with all his nervousness. 

Was that a bit of hesitation he observed before you reach out and return the gesture? His heart dropped a bit.  But as quick as the hesitation appears, the smile reappeared on your face. Two of you became two peas in a pod. Sharing jokes and embarrassing stories of Soap. He sat on the sideline, cheering you on while you had a drinking contest with Ghost. The cocky smile, how he loves a woman with outright confidence.

You came back to sit beside him, clearly tipsy, after losing to Ghost. Oh how Ghost isn’t impressed one of the MacTavish nearly bested him. Gaz can feel Ghost’s eyes narrowing on both of you.

  “AH well, that was a pity! I lossssttt.” You giggled while leaning into Gaz’s arm.  Not wanting Soap to get the wrong idea, Gaz quickly pushed you upright, and grabbed you a glass of water from the counter.

“Well, that will still be a good story to tell. Not everyday you can boast about nearly besting the legendary Ghost. Even if it’s not on the battlefield. Here.” Pushing the glass into your hand, 

“But I am so full of liquid already…”

“You better drink this if you don’t want to get a massive hangover tomorrow.” You pouted, “You nag like Soap.” 

“Trust me, his nagging is nothing like our Captain’s nagging.”

Under his watchful glance, you force yourself to take a big gulp of water.

“... he should have a contest with my Ma then.”  You mumbled as you let out a little burp. “What about Ma?” Soap suddenly appeared in front of Gaz and you. He looked down, frowning at Gaz as he noticed how close you two were sitting. 

“I am telling Kyle he nags me just like you nag meeeeeee..” You jumped up and hugged your big brother before he could make another comment. “ Alright Mini, you are clearly drunk. Let’s go home.” Soap sighed. 

You huffed, letting your brother go before announcing you going to do a bit of “ ladies business” first before heading off.  Stabilising yourself as you grab onto Soap’s shoulder,  slowly waddling towards Ghost, giving him a surprise hug before moving towards the toilet.  “Well thanks for the fun boys, I will see you next time!” “There’s no next time if you're gonna get plastered like this.” Soap grumbled. 

Ghost mumbled in agreement. You turned to Price bidding him goodnight, in a surprising sober manner, and at last turning to Gaz, giving him a tight hug. Gaz could feel you slipping something into his pocket. Only after he returned back to his room did he have a look at what you put in there.

He can feel his cheek burning, written in clearly hurried manner, there was a phone number and a message:

“ I had fun tonight Mr Sunshine, message me sometime!”

Gaz, just like Soap, need more love! Any likes, comments and reblogs always appreciated :)

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[writer-by-the-sea]

this might be a lil different then what you usually get but maybe some nsfw content with elliot and farmer where farmer is attracted to elliot’s hands but is shy about it and ultimately he catches on and leans into it while they get spicy 🤭

NSFW / NSFT (Beware of typos) GN! Reader

I glide my fingers across my piano, plucking each key softly but with a hint of flare. I know the farmer stands behind me, their hands joined together and hanging in front of their stomach. They smile down at me, nodding along with the notes–

But what I play is an assortment of nothingness, a mix of notes that don’t come together to create any actual music. It is absolutely horrid to my ears, and yet… I don’t miss the heated looks the farmer gives me. 

No–

Not me. 

My hands. 

I chuckle softly, the farmer unaware that I know of their dirty little secret. It didn’t take long to catch on. 

At first I assumed they liked my hair, for any time that I would run my hands through it they would watch with wonder. But then their eyes would track after my hands; pulling on the collar of my shirt, handing them a sheet of paper, gripping an apple as I bit into it– always watching my hands. 

“Do you like it?” I asked and paused my playing, my fingers gently stroking up and down the keys but not pressing hard enough to create any sound. 

The farmer nodded very eagerly, grinning at me as they spoke. “I do! It’s very beautiful!” 

Hah. The little liar. 

I spun around in the chair, bringing my hands to my lap where I then whipped my palms over my trousers. They weren’t actually sweaty by any means, of course not, I only wished to bring the farmers attention to my groin as I slid my hands even higher up my own thighs. 

Admittedly, this was a first for me. Attempting to turn another on simply by flexing and showcasing my hands. My fingers were thin but long, soft from years of skincare, and my fingernails were slightly stained with ink... I didn’t see the appeal– but as my hands rested above my groin, openly laying against my thickening cock… I saw the farmer gulp. 

“I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as I once was,” I lied. “Perhaps these old hands of mine aren’t as trained as they once were.” I brought my hands up in front of me, twisting them this way and that, an obvious display before hungry eyes. 

“You play beautifully, Elliott,” the farmer mumbled, their attention solely on my hands and not the words that I spoke. 

“Do you think so?” I asked with an overly dramatic sigh. “I think I need more practice with my… fingering.” 

Oh that did it. The farmer quickly looked away, biting their lip and cursing under their breath. 

I smirked and stood, moving along past them and began pretending to make us tea. “Unfortunately, my writing doesn’t give me much time to work on my fingering skills; and really it’s so much more useful to have someone to practice with.” I turned back to them, smiling as I continued, “I very much appreciate you allowing me to try my fingering with you, my dear farmer.” 

“I-” they paused, shaking their head a little as if they could will away any impure thoughts. “Anytime, Elliott.” 

“Oh shoot,” I focused back on my tea. “I don’t have any clean spoons.” The farmer watched with wide eyes as I opened my jar of honey, scooping two fingers inside carelessly. “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked and let the honey drip from my fingers and into one of the mugs. 

“Don’t mind, no. I don’t mind,” the farmer spurted out, about to say more but their body freezing before they could. 

I lifted my hand to my mouth, sliding my fingers past my tips. I moaned around the honey that coated them and opened my mouth to let the farmer watch as I rolled my tongue over my fingers to lick them clean. “Mh, your farm really does make the best honey.” 

They continued to stare at me, their own hands twitching at their sides as they watched– absolutely entranced as I teased them. 

I took a step toward them, a new idea taking hold as I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Taste it.” My voice was low, a whisper as I brought the same fingers to their lips. The honey no longer remaining, but the demand and fire within me urging them to suck on my fingers. 

The farmer opened their mouth slowly, their tongue darting out to lick my fingers before I eased them fully into their mouth. “Very good, darling.” My praise had them closing their eyes and sucking a little harder. “Keep going.” 

Every brush of their tongue sent sparks down my body, my zipper tight against me now as I watched them and imagined something else. The farmer stepped closer, my fingers sliding down their throat now but they only continued to suck. Their hands went to my hips, their fingernails digging into my belt as they worked my fingers in their mouth. Little bites were adding into the mix, gentle, and deliciously sinful bites that had me sliding another finger into their mouth. 

“So talented, aren’t you?” 

With that, the farmer pulled back, gasping and heated as they gazed back at me. “Elliott–” 

“Remove your clothing and get on the bed,” I muttered and removed my jacket. “Now.” 

The farmer scrambled away from me, tossing their clothing about my cabin and then sat at the edge of my bed, waiting like a perfectly trained submissive. Something we may have to explore another time. 

“On your back,” I told them and worked the buttons of my shirt. 

They listened so well, pulling themselves into the middle of my bed, going so far as to spread their legs and present themselves to me. Their chest heaving, their eyes glossed over with pure desire. Fuck, I don’t know how I was going to control myself with someone so perfect before me like this. We had never been together before, not even a single kiss but– 

They were so eager, so willing, so positively devilish before me that I could do nothing but cave. 

I crawled into the bed, leaving my trousers on; as this wasn’t for me. 

This was for them. 

With my fingers already wet, I eased a single finger into their entrance. I watched in awe as they opened for me, their thighs already shaking with need, their moans quiet but desperate as I curled my finger towards myself and against their walls. They watched as I worked them open, gasping as I eased a second finger in, moaning as I gripped their thigh with my free hand and squeezed them lightly. 

I worked my fingers more quickly, sliding them in and out, circling around their entrance, pushing down and slipping in yet another finger as I continued to please them. My cock rock hard against the fly of my jeans, my hips bucking softly into the mattress to follow after them as I seek some kind of release. I wanted to drop my head between their legs, to finally taste their sweetness as I fingered them– 

But the way they watched my hands! 

I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they stared down and watched as I fingered their entrance with ease. My long fingers slipping in and out, covered in a mix of our spit and their bodily fluid. A complete mess before me, and oh how I loved it! 

“E-Elliott!” They cried out, their body going tense, their breath hitching, the soles of their feet pressing down into my mattress. As their eyes closed I finally gave in and quickly added my tongue to the mix. Their moans came out louder than before, their bottom lifting ever so slightly from the bed as they finished. I was groaning to myself, humping the bed like a starving man, cumming in my boxers as I finished just after them. 

The farmer laid panting, sweat on their brow and across their collar bone. I carefully slid my fingers out, smiling to myself as they let out a weak little moan. I moved to lay beside them, my clean hand going to their cheek and aiming their face towards my own; and I kissed them. The farmer sighed against my lips, exhausted from our session, but eager as they moved their lips with my own.  It may not have been the piano practice I had in mind… but I was glad to finally have someone to practice on.

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[sequinsmile-x]

Movie Night

Emily doesn't remember the last time they watched a film that wasn't their daughter's favourite, so Aaron hatches a plan.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is some nice family fluff for you all on this Friday evening <3 this all came from a conversation with @eobangingwhen, so I'm dedicating this to her.

I promise I will write something more than pure fluff very soon haha

Hope you all enjoy this, and as always let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: vague spoilers for Frozen and Star Wars VI I guess??

Words: 3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

There were moments when she found it hard to believe this was her life. 

It was strange to think that only six years ago she was in Paris, convinced she’d never feel safe again. That her penance for her actions which had led to a gravestone with her name carved into it was the loneliness she’d felt there. The fear she would have once believed would never fade a punishment from a God she wasn’t entirely sure she had ever believed in. She wished she could go back and talk to that version of herself, that she could assure her that life would get better than it ever had been before, that she’d end up with a family of her own. 

The idea of it always made her smile, because she knew even if it was possible she’d never believe herself anyway, especially when she would reveal her husband was Aaron. 

She’d had a crush on him for as long as she could remember, a flipping in her gut whenever he was near that had morphed into something more powerful as time went on. A feeling she knew was love the moment he was missing after Foyet had attacked him. Their timing had never been right, feelings she now knew he’d had for her growing at the same rate as hers that had to be ignored because of circumstance. For a long time, it felt like they’d never get a chance, so she’d convinced herself it would never happen. An attempt to protect herself from any more pain, sure that if she attempted something that wasn’t reciprocated would leave her with a brand on her heart more painful than the one Ian had left on her skin. 

It made her grateful for this, made the difficult moments of parenthood and marriage easier to swallow when she reminded herself she could have missed out on him, on them. Her life a quilt made of ordinary moments, memories stitched together and laid over her like a comfort blanket that she relied on in her worst moments, when her monsters snuck out of the shadows and convinced her she would somehow lose all of this. 

She smiles as her daughter presses herself in the small space between her and Aaron, the three-year-old insistent on being as close to them as possible at all times. Alice smiles at them both as she rests her head on Aaron’s arm, sinking into his embrace when he wraps his arm around her, his hand coming to rest on his wife’s thigh. He smiles at Emily and winks before he looks at their son, Elliot, curled up on his mother’s chest, his hand tangled in her hair as he tries to fight off sleep. The 18-month-old always wanted to be involved in everything, his focus always on his older siblings, and very often Emily and Aaron had to hoist him up into their arms, lifting him off his feet so he didn’t follow them to the roundabout at the local park and get too involved with the bigger kids rougher games. 

“Mommy, can we watch Frozen?” Alice asks, her sweet voice drawing her attention to her and Emily has to suppress a sigh. 

Alice loved Frozen. She wanted to watch it all the time, the movie one of the few things that would hold her focus. They’d watched it so often that Emily was sure she could recite it word for word, her disdain for Olaf the snowman enough that she’d planned his death in more than one way. 

She never thought she’d loved Aaron more when she quietly admitted that to him one evening, shame dripping from every syllable as she told him just how much she hated their daughter’s favourite character, and his only response was to say he’d done the same thing. 

“Sweetie,” Emily says, taking one hand off of Elliot’s back and tucking some of Alice’s hair behind her ear, “Maybe Jack wants to pick the movie for once.”

Alice pouts a little, and frowns at her, but any comment from the little girl is cut off by Jack from Emily’s other side.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he says, smiling at her when she turns to look at him, “I don’t mind if we watch it again.” 

She reaches out and ruffles his hair, smiling when he dives out of the way, the pre-teen on the cusp of being constantly embarrassed by his parents. 

“Are you sure honey?” 

He nods, smiling as his little sister beams at him, and he shrugs as if it’s no big deal, “She loves it.” 

Aaron squeezes Alice closer to him. He looks back and forth between Jack who was sitting at the other end of the couch and then at his watch. Jack was endlessly patient with his younger siblings. He loved being a big brother and always went with the flow, but he could see the flash of horror going through his son's eyes as he thinks about spending another evening watching the animated movie. 

“How about we watch it now,” Aaron suggests, looking up at Jack, “And Jack can play his game whilst we do,” he smiles when his eldest smiles and nods, already walking over to the Nintendo Switch they’d bought him and turning it into handheld mode, “And then when you go to bed Mommy and I will watch something Jack wants to watch.” 

Alice nods enthusiastically and Aaron grabs the remote, well aware the Frozen DVD would already be in the player, and he starts the movie. Alice is enraptured for the start, her eyes fixed on the screen as she sings along.

“I don’t remember the last time we watched a movie that wasn’t made for children,” Aaron eventually says quietly so only Emily can hear, Alice too lost in the movie, as if it was the first time she’d ever seen it, and Jack in his handheld video game to hear their parent’s quiet discussion.

She hums and raises her eyebrow at him, running her fingers through Elliot’s hair, the toddler now fast asleep against her, “I don’t remember the last time we watched a movie that wasn’t Frozen.” 

He smiles at his wife and leans in to kiss her cheek, only to be immediately chastised by Alice, who turns to look at him, a glare Emily would say was all him on her face from where she’s sitting between them.

“Daddy - watch Frozen!” 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Emily says, winking at him over Alice’s head, a promise for later hiding in the action that makes his stomach swoop, just as enamoured with his wife as he was on their first date. “Watch the movie.” 

Time alone was rare these days, even rarer than it always had been and all of a sudden he found himself desperate to just spend time with his wife. To watch a movie that they picked and snuggle on the couch the same way they did when they were first dating and Jack had gone to bed. 

He watches the movie but doesn’t pay any attention, his focus instead on planning a date night as soon as possible. 

___

Emily sighs to herself as she shakes her head, unable to focus on the paperwork in front of her. It had been a rough night. Elliot had barely slept, his shift from two naps a day to one having an impact it hadn’t had with Alice. He’d been fussy all night, crying out for Mama even when Aaron went in to try to settle him. Eventually, he’d woken up Alice and she’d crawled into their bed and fell asleep in between them. 

She blinks blearily, massaging her fingers into her temples as she desperately tries to pay attention to her work, and she smothers a yawn. She smiles tightly at Spencer as they catch each other's gaze over the divider between their desks and then she looks back at the paperwork, determined to get at least some done today. 

“Emily, do you wanna-”

Later, she’d blame her exhaustion for how she replies to Specner, her brain automatically taking over her mouth because they’d yet again watched Frozen that morning, the movie on in the background to keep Alice and Elliot happy as she and Aaron desperately sucked down coffee and half-cold oatmeal.  

“Honey, Mommy really doesn’t have the energy to build a snowman right now.”

Her eyes go wide as soon as she says it, her brain finally catching up with her surroundings and she groans when the moment of shocked silence is filled with laughter, Derek’s the loudest. She covers her eyes with her hands and curses under her breath.

“I think somebody should go get Mommy a cup of coffee,” Derek says, and she looks up and narrows her eyes at him, her glare doing nothing to stop his smirk. 

“That’s actually what I was going to ask,” Spencer asks, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he stands up, “I’ll go get you one.” 

“Alice still obsessed with Frozen, huh?” JJ asks, turning to look at them and Emily nods, groaning again as she thinks about it. 

“It’s all she ever wants to watch. I never thought it was possible to hate an animated snowman as much as I do,” she narrows her eyes, “I’d melt the son of a bitch if I could.” 

JJ chuckles sympathetically, “For Henry it was Cars,” she says, shaking her head as she crosses her arms over her chest, “I actually once dreamt that I cut Lightening McQueen’s break line.” 

Emily laughs, any guilt she may have felt for disliking her daughter’s favourite movie as much as she did fading, “You have no idea how much better that makes me feel.” 

Derek clears his throat, his smile getting wider as he gets her attention, and he leans back in his chair, his hands on the back of his head, “So, Mommy what are your and Hotch’s evening plans?” 

She rolls her eyes and actively ignores the use of the moniker, “The usual.” 

Spencer walks back over and places the coffee down on her desk, smiling at her before he returns to his own desk. The smell of it alone is enough to reinvigorate her and she picks it up and immediately takes a sip.

“Thanks, Spence,” she says, smiling gratefully at him, “I appreciate it.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “No problem.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says, “We’ve got to be nice to our Momm-”

“Derek Morgan if you call me Mommy one more time I will make sure you never have kids of your own,” she says, cutting over him. She purposely holds her glare, suppressing her need to laugh, when his eyes go comically wide, clearly very aware that she’s serious. 

“Why are you threatening Morgan, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, and she looks up, smiling softly when she sees him standing on the walkway, leaning on the railing above their desks. 

She knows he’s tired too for two reasons. Firstly, because he used a nickname for her in the office, a tiny piece of their personal life slipping free, the sharp line between the two parts of their lives slowly getting blurrier. Secondly, he had an Elsa sticker on the lapel of his jacket.

It was something Alice frequently did. She would carefully select a sticker and place it diligently on his jacket, she did the same for Emily too, claiming it would protect them as they fought the bad guys. She knew that usually, Aaron would remove it the second he got to the office and shrugged off his coat. He would place it on a photo frame on his desk, the picture inside of it one of Emily and the kids, a collection of brightly coloured cartoon characters surrounding a photo of his family. A much needed contrast to the usual horror that crossed his desk in their case files, a reminder of all the good there was in the world. 

She had a similar collection too, although she placed her stickers on the inside of one of her drawers, safe and protected from any unsub that might be brought through the bullpen, not wanting to give them any access to something they might consider a weakness. 

She smiles at her husband and taps her own lapel, “Honey…” 

He looks down and clears his throat, pulling the sticker off of his jacket with more tenderness than his hands should be capable of. A smile flashes across his face that she knows he can’t control, and he nods briefly at them all.

“I’d better go put this away,” he says as he turns and walks back into his office. 

“You guys are so cute-”

She turns and looks sharply at her friend, “Derek, I swear to God.” 

The rest of the day drags by, minutes feeling like hours as her exhaustion slowly returns. When it’s time to go home she immediately jumps up, smiling at her husband as he exits his office exactly on time. He takes her bag from her the moment he makes it to her side, ignoring her playful eye roll. 

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” 

She hums, “God yes,” she says, checking her watch and hissing, knowing if they didn’t leave immediately they’d hit traffic. “We have to go get the kids.” 

“Actually,” he says, waving goodbye to the team as they step out through the glass doors and towards the elevators, “Jess went to get them. And right now they will all be very excited to have a sleepover at hers.” 

She smiles, narrowing her eyes at him as he reaches for her hand, linking their fingers together, “What are you up to Mr Hotchner?” 

He winks at her and squeezes her hand again, a silent promise pressed into her skin, “That’s for me to know and you to find out Mrs Hotchner.” 

___

He takes her home via their favourite pizza place, refusing to tell her anything else about his plans for the evening as they drive home. 

It’s only once they’ve eaten, talking softly over slices of pizza, the house so much quieter than usual it makes her ache a little, that he tells her they are going to watch a movie together just the two of them. They call the kids and talk to them over FaceTime to say goodnight, and Emily can’t help but smile at the sight of all three of them squished together as they fight to get their faces in the frame, each of them desperate to see their parents despite their excitement to be at Jessica’s. 

Once they are done speaking to the kids, she smiles widely at Aaron as he tells her to settle on the couch and that he’ll go get them some wine as he clears the pizza boxes, an instruction he signs off with a gentle kiss stamped against her lips. She chuckles when he brings in the wine. He’d served it in plastic Death Star shaped cups they’d got at DisneyWorld the year before. He waggles his brows at her as he hands her one and she laughs again, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips as he settles on the couch next to her. 

“I don’t need many guesses to know what film we’re watching,” she says, kissing him again before she pulls back to take a sip of her wine, “You thought of everything.” 

He shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if the gentle way he loves her wasn’t the thing that kept her afloat, and he places his cup of wine down on the table, “I just thought it’s been a while since we did this just the two of us.” 

She hums and nods, putting her wine down next to his before she snuggles into his side, sighing contently as his warmth immediately starts to leach into her. He reaches for the remote and starts the DVD player and she smiles when she sees the menu for A New Hope already on the screen, and she idly wonders when he got the chance to put the DVD in the player, a small part of her hopeful he’d somehow lost the Frozen one in the process. 

“Are you sure you want to watch Star Wars, honey?” She asks, tilting her head to look up at him. She rakes her fingers through his hair, love for him threatening to burst out of her chest, “We could watch something more grown up, who knows when we’ll next have the chance?” 

“It’s your favourite movie, Em,” he says simply, stamping his lips against her forehead as he presses play, “I wouldn’t want to watch anything else.” 

She shakes her head at him and kisses him, her hand on his cheek to hold him in place as she sighs into his mouth. When she pulls back she rubs her nose briefly against his, unable to stop her smile even if she wanted to, “I love you.” 

“I know,” he replies, his voice deadpan and she playfully glares at him. He laughs and leans in to kiss her again, “I love you too,” he says, kissing her once more before the scrolling text appears on the screen, “Now pay attention.” 

She chuckles and rests her head on his shoulder, content and relaxed as she snuggles further into him as he lays a blanket over their laps. She wraps both of her arms around one of his and hugs it, safe and happier than she ever thought possible as she sits next to her husband. Snuggled up on their couch in their home, watching a movie she probably knew by heart. It was achingly ordinary, and she would never stop being grateful that this was her life. 

He notices she’s quieter than she usually is when they watch this. She’d normally whisper lines half a second before the characters said them or tell him a fact about the behind the scenes, not embarrassed about her self-declared nerdiness around him, but she’s silent. He looks down and chuckles to himself when he sees her eyes drifting closed and he kisses her forehead, shifting her gently so her head is resting on a cushion in his lap. He runs his fingers through her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as he does so, and she hums contentedly. 

She’s asleep before Princess Leia is captured. 

-x-

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