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[twinklelilstarkey]

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Words: 5.6k+ Type: Angst & Smut Summary: It's the day after the fight, and you've been avoiding Rafe, so, he decides to take matters into his hands. Warnings: Fem!Reader. Arguing/fighting. A lot of crying. Overthinking. SMUT [risk of getting caught, as always, and kind of teasing each other for it; piv; no protection (she takes the pill); on the softer side; fluffy at the end].

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“So, you think we should talk to her now?” One of the girls asks.

The girls all sit around in the living room comfortably. Some are on the couch, others on the floor to make a perfect circle. Kristy holds her mug close, warming her hands while listening to their words and questions.

“Not now.” She says.

“Why not now?” Another one of them asks.

“Well, for starters,” Kristy checks her phone mid-sentence, “It is past 10 PM, and I am not about to wake up her parents to go over and talk about this.”

The girls contemplate her words in silence. They stop sitting upright, acting like Kristy destroyed their whole mission of saving you instead of simply delaying it. They look around each other as the TV stays in a soft murmur that fills the room in times like this.

All of the girls are dressed in their pajamas, as tonight had been a plan to sleep over at Kristy’s home since her parents are off the island. It used to be something that all of them always did as a group, including you.

They could’ve gone to a party instead, and some wished to. Yet, after much talking to the avid partygoers of the island, the girls didn’t exactly like their options for this weekend, especially after hearing what happened yesterday.

“I’m worried for her.” One of the girls breaks the silence.

“We all are.” Kristy tells her.

They contemplate their hypothetical reality, making horrible images pass through them. Those same images always prove every warning they gave you regarding him, and they all end with you hurt in some way - physical or emotional.

“Do you guys know the details of yesterday?” Kristy asks out of nowhere.

They all look around each other in silence until one of them speaks.

“I only heard that it was near the end of the party.” She says, getting the attention of everyone.

Everyone on the island knows how yesterday's party ended and who got taken to the hospital. But truly only a handful of people know what actually happened. Or, better, no one is actually giving out any details about what happened, only the outcome.

“Has anyone talked about how long Aiden needs to stay in the hospital?”

“I don’t think his parents have said anything.”

A little more silence.

“Do you think they’ll press charges?”

“Not if Ward Cameron hears of it. You know how it is…”

Kristy looks at the girls in silence as they speak.

“Nothing happens to people like them.”

“And to think she probably watched the whole thing…” One of them whispers in realization.

“She could’ve been home when it happened.” One of the girls tries to ease the tension. “She never liked parties.”

Kristy doesn’t believe that, but she doesn’t say anything.

On another note, one of the girls does seem to be the most worried of everyone else. She looks around at the gloomy faces, all of them imagining what happened at a kook party, and she can't but feel the same.

“He wouldn’t do anything to hurt…” Another one of the girls whispers but fails to say it out loud, “Right?”

They all look at each other in silence, fearing to answer. Not wanting to seem too negative or too positive. As they all just want to be wrong.

“We’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Kristy says. “As soon as we see her coming into school.”

“But she has been getting in late.”

“Then at lunch.” 

“If she wants to have lunch with us.” Another one of them adds bitterly.

Kristy bites her tongue to not say anything, as she seems to be the only one in the group who sees the true reason why you have grown quieter and more distant.

This whole plan was supposed to lead you to them and to talk to them, not the opposite. Not this. The plan wasn't for you to be mistreated by your own friends when you could be in such a sensitive situation.

“We’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Kristy ends the conversation.

(...)

You sigh while turning off the lights in your bathroom and stepping into your room. The room has grown colder than you remember when you stepped out, but you do have your wet hair to blame for the chills.

You go over to your bed, throw your phone onto the covers and turn on the light on your bedside table, illuminating your room ever so slightly. Your phone lights up with a notification, and you stare at it in the distance, not daring to reach for it and simply letting the call go to voicemail.

Letting out a long breath as you walk, you look over at your bookstand, scanning through the options of your night read. Your finger traces the spine of a book as your eyes stay on the next.

A few seconds go by and all you can hear in your bedroom is the whistling of the wind outside, as tonight has to be one of the coldest nights in the past few days.

You cannot choose between two books after much looking around, and as you're about to give up something grabs your attention. It was a sound, a soft one. You look away from your books to look around your empty room. It could’ve been the wood of the furniture cracking, but it sounded like something else.

It could’ve been your parents if only they were awake. They have been asleep for the past hour after telling you about how exhausted they felt. All of it was due to running around about something you did not care to ask about. They were so tired, they didn’t even annoy you too much about spending your Sunday in bed. They just let you do it.

You look back at your books and finally choose a random one. You eye the cover while walking over to your bed, and suddenly freeze when hearing that sound again.

It was a light sound, nothing too loud. And it was something you’ve heard before but can’t exactly understand from where.

As you’re about to take a seat on your bed and ignore it once more, your window opens, startling you.

Your curtains fly with the strong wind, and a figure gets inside your dark room with absolutely no struggle.

He doesn’t say anything when he gets in, he simply turns around to close the window without making much of a sound. You watch your curtains hide him from you as they fly gracefully, and your heart drops.

You do not want to see him, let alone talk to him. But you cannot bring yourself to even open your mouth.

You should’ve expected this. You had been ignoring his calls and his texts all day, especially last night after the party. How had you not seen this coming?

The curtains fall back to the sides of your window as it closes, and he is completely visible to you now. You look at him up and down, watching as his body could move towards you at any second.

His hair is messy and falling into his eyes, and he's wearing a simple striped t-shirt and gray pants. His eyes take a bit to find you, but when they eventually do, he doesn’t move.

You snap awake from whatever trance you were in and shake your head at him.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You tell him in a whisper, so soft he almost didn’t hear you.

Rafe looks at you entirely, not missing an inch of you. He turns, and you can tell that he is upset. He isn’t smiling like he usually is when he sees you. His face is not serious either. It is something different.

“Just give me-”

“No.” You interrupt him. “Leave.”

You two stand quietly, staring at one another in complete silence. Rafe attempts to reach for you, but that only leads you to move further away from him.

“You have to listen to me-” He whispers with you.

“Rafe, I am serious.” You tell him, already feeling your eyes pathetically begin to sting.

“So am I, please,” He pleads, his voice becoming breathier than before. “Just let me talk to you.”

You shake your head at him, and he takes a step towards you.

“You can’t be here.” You tell him. Your voice, in a whisper, sounds shakier, and you hate every bit of it.

He comes closer, and you step back. 

“You aren’t picking up my calls-” He starts.

“Because I do not want to talk to you.” You interrupt him, backing away yet again.

Rafe moves closer to you, and you refuse to be near him by taking another step. His face is hidden from your only light, and he continues to move, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Do not do this.” You whisper shakingly at him. “I do not want to see you. And I do not want to talk to you.”

Rafe pauses, faceless due to the lack of light, and you simply stare at him, waiting for him to give up and just abandon your room, leaving you to be in your silence and peace. But he does none of that. He just stands there, watching you with the advantage of the light still lighting your face.

He can see your saddened eyes, and how you are holding yourself back to not cry. He does not wish to leave, nor does he wish to let the silence between the two of you go longer than a day. This is fixable, he knows it is.

“I just want to explain-”

“There is nothing to explain.” You tell him with the most heartbreaking tone on the planet. You stare at him in complete distress, “Nothing could explain yesterday.”

“I’m sorry.” Rafe says quickly.

“I do not want you to apologize, Rafe.” You whisper at him, letting your eyes fill with tears. “He’s in the hospital… Everyone knows about it. Everyone knows how horrible you hurt him.”

“I-”

“Do not say anything.” You plead to him, voice shaking, “I am begging you, don’t.” 

He does what you ask him to but he does stay near you. Your tears begin to fall down your cheeks while images of the prior night hit your mind from every direction. Your heart is beginning to race, and you struggle to calm it down.

“God, you can go to jail for this.”

“I won’t.” He tells you, awaiting you to silence him, but you don’t.

You sniffle and bring your hands to your cheeks, cleaning your face of the tears that have been repeatedly wetting your face for the past day. He notices the way you are shaking but stays quiet.

“Just... Why did you have to do it?” You whisper to him, as your eyes come back to his faceless figure.

Rafe hesitates to answer you.

“I get that he is a bad person and that he shouldn’t have said what he did, but you went beyond every… every limit,” You tell him.

Rafe tries to reach for you, but you simply move aside and walk away from him before he can corner you.

“I know,” He tells you while turning around. His face is illuminated now, and it just makes everything so much harder for you. “I’m sorry.”

“I am not the one that you should be apologizing to, Rafe,” You practically sob out your words.

His face twists as if you struck him. He tries to reach for you again, and, this time, you do not move.

“I am not apologizing to him,” He whispers to you.

You stare up at him in disbelief and try to pull away from him, but he is too close to let you escape his space. You breathe out a long breath, and another tear slides down your cheek.

“I lost control. You shouldn’t have seen it-”

“It shouldn’t have happened, Rafe,” You tell him with impatience thick in your tone. Your frown worsens, and you know that you are seconds away from crying your eyes out as you look at him. “You went too far.”

Rafe isn't sure why, but he grows defensive at your words as he says softly, “What he said-”

You send him a glare of pure betrayal, making him tense up and shut up.

“Do not try to justify what you did.” You say, even when lost in tears, with a harsh tone.

“I was trying to protect you… I only fought him because of what he said to you,” He lays his hands on his chest, sounding and looking sincere with his words.

“Aiden’s in the hospital,” Your breath hits his face as you are so close to one another.

He tells you, “I know. But what he did-”

“Do you hear yourself?” You whisper out a yell at him while mentally cursing at the tears that keep on falling. “Rafe, you could’ve killed him! This isn't normal.”

Rafe stares at you in silence, his face beginning to twist with sadness. His eyes stay on you and bites his tongue or tenses his jaw to try and get a hold of himself.

“Was there nothing else you could’ve done?” You ask.

He lets some seconds go by in silence and decides to not answer you. Your eyes disconnect from his and look around the room, trying to find something to ground yourself with. Rafe continues to look down at you, watching you get more and more hurt by the conversation.

“You could’ve ignored him.” You say with a shrug, faking a smile to emphasize your point of how easy the other options were. “You could have simply walked away with me.”

He doesn't answer you, so you continue, “You only proved him right by fighting him. He wanted to piss you off, and you did exactly what he wanted.”

Rafe's eyes fall to the ground, feeling as if he was back to being a small child. And he almost felt like one as he spoke, “He insulted you.”

“You think I don't know that?” You sigh the words. “I just didn’t take much offense to what he said because he was drunk and practically failing to stand straight.”

Rafe looks up and answers you. “I didn't know he was that drunk.”

“You...” You let out a breath, “You shouldn't have fought him...” You await his answer, but he clenches his jaw.

You shake your head at him and try to move away, but he does not let you. He follows your movements, never reaching for you, but stepping to the side and not letting you move. You take a step back again and sigh. He stares down at you.

“You are uncontrollable, Rafe.” You tell him, “You do not fight like a-”

“A normal person?”

“Yes,” You nod. “You fight as if you want to kill a person. And that is not normal. That is… terrifying.”

He watches you closely as your eyes tear up again at the last word. He knows you do not like to be mad at him, but he cannot bring himself to lie to you and say that he understands, because he still does not.

You let out a breath, and it’s so shaky, Rafe could hear it clearly, making him question it to himself. He does not wish to make you afraid of him, of course not. What happened on the night before had been reckless, yes, but he did not... he did not think it had been this bad.

Your cheerless eyes stay on him, and it hurts him to see it. You, someone who is always so sweet and caring towards him, have seen him in a completely different way than what he had always tried to be. He hurt you, of course, he did. Rafe had always promised you that whatever he showed you or wherever he brought you to, you would be safe. Because he would keep you safe. And, after all this time, he was the first person that made you feel unsafe. Not Aiden. Rafe.

All because he could not handle seconds of arguing with a drunk. And in those seconds, he went from being loving towards you to pushing you to the side to fight someone you know. And the only justification he could think of was how Aiden had offended you. He beat him up, and from the flashes of last night, he can't blame you from feeling this way.

Rafe hurt you, and now you are standing before him with shaking hands and a face covered with tears. It is his fault. His own fault. No one else's.

“I'm sorry.” He tells you, even when he knows that you do not wish to hear it. You simply look at him, and your hands come back to wipe away your tears. “You're afraid of me,” He concludes, making you pause.

You scan his face and notice how he tenses up as you stay silent.

“You-” He goes to repeat himself, but you stop him.

“No. I am afraid of what you will do,” You say. “To whoever else crosses you…”

Rafe looks at you, watching as yet another tear falls. 

“I can't do it, Rafe.”

His eyes study you as if the words didn't make any sense to him. Your hands wipe the tears away again angrily, and you sniffle before speaking again.

“We can't-” You whisper to him, so, so softly, and with a voice so broken.

“Don't,” He whispers back to you.

You shake your head, feeling the tears come up again. Rafe moves his hand to come closer to you, and you practically jump when it lays over your waist, holding you like he usually does.

“I can't.” You tell him.

“No.” He whispers back at you once more.

“I need to, Rafe.” You tell him, watching as his face changes expression. “I can’t be with you.”

His eyes scan you in a panic, and his mouth opens to say something, failing repeatedly. Only after a few seconds is he able to say something.

“I’ll try-”

You look him in the eyes, pausing him.

“I don’t believe you.” You say to him, voice above a whisper, hurting him further.

Rafe stays silent, and you try to calm down with a very shaky deep breath. He comes closer to you, and you watch him as his face twists in further sadness. “Let me try.” You shake your head, and you see the growing glistening of his eyes, “Please.”

“You will hurt someone else.”

He shakes his head to emphasize his words, “Please, let me try.”

Rafe pulls you close to him as you watch him, and your heart squeezes tightly. You hate this.

“Please.” He whispers breathily. “Please. Just one more chance.” His thumbs caress you over your shirt as he awaits your answer.

“I don’t know.”

“I promise,” He tears up further, and you watch him. “I promise I will do my best, just… Please don’t leave, okay? Please.”

Your hand comes up and lays over his cheek. His skin is familiar, and his warmth is more than inviting. You stare into his eyes and think, even when you know which one would be the right answer for you.

His arms wrap around you, and he pulls you close to him. And for a few seconds, everything pauses, and you aren’t sure what to do.

Your heart is still rapidly beating in your chest, knocking against your rib cage in some sort of panicked song, afraid of what could come next. Not that you don’t trust him. You trust Rafe. But everything in you feels uncertain after yesterday. After what he did. How much he seemed out of his own body, and seeming as someone completely different from who you know as him.

Your fingers caress his cheek as he holds you, and your mind never stops. You have no clue if what you'll do the right thing. Everything tends to feel better with him. But your gut is beginning to tell you otherwise.

How strong can his words of promise be if he gets drunk or high? It isn’t that you even condone him of being any of those things, and you can't help but feel uncertain.

Rafe looks at you, quickly noticing the hesitation and the slight agitation. He knows you aren’t comfortable, and he isn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Tell me.” he whispers softly.

You don’t speak at first, but Rafe doesn’t back away, he simply scans your face for answers.

“I’m scared that you don’t mean it.” Your voice comes in such a faint whisper, you’re scared you might have to repeat the words because he couldn’t hear you.

“I mean it.” He whispers close to your face.

There are some seconds of silence.

“I mean it.” He repeats.

“Swear it.” You whisper, and he nods before saying it.

“I swear it.”

“You promise.”

“I promise.” He repeats after you, leaning close to your touch.

“I’m serious, Rafe,” you pause, and he nods, his eyes still filled with tears.

“I know.”

Your heart squeezes at his tone, and you scan his face for anything that could mean something else. You won’t find it.

“You’ll have to talk to him.” You whisper faintly, eyes half closed. “You’ll make sure everything is fixed with him. You’ll apologize.”

Rafe hesitates, but you hold the back of his head softly.

“You will apologize. Even if he doesn’t accept it…” You whisper to his lips, “Which is fair if he doesn’t.”

“Apologizing won’t do anything.” Rafe whispers back to you, holding you tightly and closer to him.

“It might not.” You shrug, “But it will matter to me.”

Rafe does not say or do anything for a bit, and you know he is fighting it in his head due to how much he does not want to do it. You watch him closely as he stays quiet, practically already knowing the answer that you’ll get just by the way he is looking at you. 

Your hand moves over his cheek, which now you notice has a small bruise at the top, and Rafe then finally nods.

“I’ll do it.”

You slowly reach up and kiss him. The kiss is so soft and so loving that Rafe swears that it pulled all the air from his lungs. His arms tighten around you, and you melt against him, missing his touch and his kiss as if you had been separated for longer than a day.

You are led by Rafe to bed, and he takes a seat, bringing you to his lap. His arms let go of you, but his hands grab onto you. He grabs at your exposed thighs, at your waist or hips. And only after some moments, do his hands travel into the inside of your shirt, holding onto your skin and touching it as if it is the first time.

You separate from the kiss, and Rafe pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. He then helps you take off yours, which also ends up on the floor. Your lips reconnect, and you’re pulled to lean in closer to him.

The bedroom is so silent, yet, with the new buzzing in your ears, you can’t hear the wind whistling anymore.

The kiss is slowly becoming rougher, and with a simple movement made from your hips, controlled by Rafe’s hands, a small moan comes out of your mouth. Rafe, with it, kisses you harder, and you’re left to try and tell your own body to shut up, due to how risky all of it is.

You two separate again, and Rafe’s lips lift from yours to lay on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that leads to your shoulders and eventually to your chest. Your long breaths and breathy moans make Rafe’s body react instantly, from his hands grasping onto you tightly to the growing tightness in his pants. All from sounds.

Your hands move from Rafe’s hair to his wide shoulders, grabbing onto him as his warm kisses continue to be displayed all throughout your skin. 

With your fingers back through his hair, you pull his head back up and bring your lips back together. The gesture alone made Rafe take hold of your hips again and move you on his lap, causing yet another sound leave your lips.

In the midst of the kiss, you feel Rafe touch the fabric of your underwear on your hips, and you bring your hands down to his lap. He grabs onto you tightly again, and you undo the button and zipper of his pants. With a swift move and with one of his hands away from your hips, Rafe pulls your underwear to the side and touches you.

A sound begins to leave your lips as his finger touches you, and Rafe brings his other hand to the back of your head to make sure you won’t pull away from the kiss, muffling your noises. His wet digits begin to move and reach your clit, worsening the fire beginning to burn at the bottom of your stomach.

Your hands, now laying over his chest, remain agitated, and your hips begin to involuntarily move against Rafe’s fingers. You forcefully pull away from the kiss, and your hands move over to Rafe’s pants again.

He doesn’t stop you, if anything he helps you push down his pants and boxers just enough.

“Come here.” He whispers at you while bringing his hand back to your hip and pulling you upwards on his lap.

You don’t answer verbally, but do it by doing as told. Rafe moves his hand away from your pussy, and helps you align perfectly before you begin to sink into his lap again. Both of you seem to stop breathing, and his cock slides inside you. Your eyes stay on his, as your mouth stays slightly open and his lenched shut.

You sit down, and Rafe can’t help but let out a small groan. Your breathing is heavy and is the only thing you can actually hear now. You peck Rafe’s lips softly, and his arms wrap around you as you do it. The next kiss is the same but longer and impossibly more loving than the one before.

When pulling away, Rafe kisses your neck once and then your shoulder, and his arms relax around you. With your knees on the bed as you straddle him, you begin to move upwards and downwards slowly and, as you do it, Rafe swears he will go insane with the speed you’re choosing to go at. But he remains quiet.

You begin to gain speed after a few movements, and Rafe lets go of you, bringing his arms behind himself to lean back and hold his torso upright. His eyes stay on you, watching as his cock disappears inside of you, and he can see, even in the dim lighting of the room, how wet you are.

Your hands move to his torso, and you feel like you cannot keep looking at Rafe, as his stare is way too intense for a moment where you need to be so quiet. Your nails on his skin bring chills to Rafe, yet all he could do was tense his jaw and stay silent.

As you keep on going, Rafe watches you without ever reaching for you and observes as you grow wetter and wetter with each movement. And the burning at the bottom of your stomachs seems even more intense at the sight of each other.

You can now see how your nails are leaving reddened trails on his skin. Nothing that would leave much of a mark, but, still, something that is getting a reaction from him - much to your amusement.

Rafe lifts one arm as he holds himself with the other, and his hand reaches for your hand on his stomach. He pulls you towards him and that pauses your movements for just a bit. Your lips touch again, and you let out a small sigh. Rafe’s hand moves in between your bodies, and, while in the midst of the kiss, his fingers find your clit.

Caught off guard, you moan against his lips due to how sensitive your body feels, and Rafe smiles at you, ending the kiss. Your hips begin to lift from his lap again, and his hand does not stop, only making it harder for you to keep quiet.

Your eyes are closed, and your faces are still so close to each other, you could practically feel each other's breathing.

The fire of pleasure is beginning to spread all throughout your body, making it harder and harder for you. And all Rafe does as a response is to shush you with his mouth against your own lips. 

With it, you try to pull his hand away from you to make this position more doable without a risk of you moaning, but he doesn’t let you. In fact, he puts down more pressure into your clit while he circles it, making you pull away from his face and sit back down.

“You want to switch?” Rafe whispers at you as you do so, and you can only shake your head as a response, knowing that if you dare to whisper, the risk of sound doubles.

Your hips continue moving up and down, seeming to take his dick deeper and deeper with absolute no sense. You bite your own lips whenever the pleasure increases due to him hitting a certain spot, and Rafe is left to watch without doing close to nothing.

His finger keeps circling your clit watching as it affects the way you move on top of him. You never seem to leave your rhythm, even when he speeds up as a test. He is sick.

Your thighs begin to burn at the movements, but you refuse to ask to switch positions, even when it sounds like an amazing idea. So, you speed up. Rafe’s fingers stop for just a bit as you do so, and you watch as that seems to affect him now. He can feel the way your pussy clenches around his dick, and he's the one that struggles to not make a sound this time.

He reopens his eyes, and the look he gives you just tells you everything. You just started an entire game.

You know this isn’t ideal given your circumstances and fear of making a sound, but you have to admit, it feels good to do it.

Rafe responds by speeding up his fingers, and that sure does make you pause for a second. Again, you try to pull his hand off, and the fucker thrusts upwards, causing you to let out a quick high pitched squeak. And that does make Rafe stop, probably remembering how much he should not make you moan.

After some seconds to breathe, you lean towards him and push down his chest, making him lay down on the bed. You hover over him, and his other hand is now free to roam your body.

He kisses you as his hand pulls away from your pussy, and both of his hands go over to your ass, squeezing it hard and causing you to whimper against his mouth. 

“You need to be quiet, baby. Come on.” He whispers against your lips, holding back his laughter.

And as he says it, he holds you in place and thrusts up into you once. Whatever words you were about to say to him were lost in your mouth, and, for your safety, your hands come up to his chest to you pull yourself upwards.

Whatever teasing smile Rafe had quickly fell due the view he gained from his joking around. As you begin to ride him all over again, Rafe feels the absolute need concentrate.

Your movements are quick right as you start, and Rafe’s hands stay on your thighs as you move. You do your best at not making any sounds, even with possible smacking of skin. Gosh, but it does feel good, even when your thighs are already burning.

Up and down, you continue, and you slide your hands over to your legs, holding onto Rafe’s hands and making sure he does not do anything.

The burning of your body worsens by the seconds, and Rafe’s hands squeezing your flesh is just an indicator that he too is close. You look down as your hands smooth over his muscled arms, starting with his forearms, and you continue to do your best at not moaning.

Your movements get slightly quicker, and Rafe hears you whisper out some sort of curse word as you do it. He wishes he could tease you for it, but he knows damn well that he is no place to do it. With your soft hands over his, gripping onto each other as his dick slides inside of you with ease due to how wet you are, yet so tight at the same time. Rafe swears that he has never focused so hard on a task as this one.

When getting so close to finally coming, you let go of one of Rafe’s hands, and he automatically knows what you want from him. His hand moves over to your clit and does the last needed movements. And your orgasm feels stronger than you would ever expect it to.

Rafe helps you ride it out. Your movements are sloppier as you continue to move, and you finally let yourself breathe. Your breathing is shaky and Rafe could hear the very small whimper after that breath.

When it ends, you slowly lay back down onto Rafe’s chest for a break. He brings the hand he had on your hip to your face, moving your hair back as your hands stay on his arms.

After seconds of silence, you look up at Rafe, lifting a bit off his body and still with him inside you. You know he hasn’t come yet, therefore, your night is nowhere near complete.

You pull at his other hand, the one that had played with your clit all this time, and he watches you as you bring it up to your face to lick a finger at a time. Your eyes stay on his as you do it, and the look he gives you only makes you smile as one of his wet fingers slides over your tongue.

“Fuck you.” He whispers at you before pulling his hand away from you and kissing your smiling mouth, muffling your giggles as he does so.

As you holds you tightly and flips you around, your smile disappears as you know he won't gloss over what you just did.

IT IS FINALLY POSTEEED!!! I PROMISE THAT I AM BACK NOW, I DO. I FINALLY WILL FINISH THIS GOD DAMN STORYYYY.

Hope you liked it <3

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[moonlight-prose]

Heyy I never send requests because honestly I can’t explain what I mean but can you do

*hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you* from the fritz gerald sentence starter list with steven grant

I loveeeee the way you write him 🥰

THE WAY THINGS CHANGE

a/n: thank you so much darling! i've been off my writing game for awhile. but i was listening to the head and the heart last night and gained some much needed inspo for steven. only to find this perfect request sitting in my inbox yet to be answered. so i hope you enjoy this late response.

summary: memories of steven grant haunted you like a history you could not change. they were your dreams, nightmares, and wishes that never came true.

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: steven grant x reader

warnings: none, angst, my attempts at being a writer again, idk this is probably not very good so be warned.

The sky was set aflame as the minutes and seconds ticked by. Your mug filled with cheap wine sat on the edge of the roof, your hands clasped around it. You wondered if you imagined hard enough that maybe the liquid would burn hot. Would it turn to coffee? The same type you had with him. Would the sun fade to a soothing darkened sky, scattered with very few stars and even fewer wishes. 

His smile was an object of permanence in your mind's eye. The quirk of his lips, the pink hue that fell into a pout of confusion. Even if it was just to show he was listening.

Although when it came to Steven, he always listened.

If you shut your eyes—imagined a night sky of infinity and constellations and stars not yet wished upon—you could see him. You could feel the way his curls twined around your fingers. The soft brown was somehow your favorite hair color now. You never knew you had one until him. They became a staple when you remembered him. The singular trait you latched onto when you could no longer trace the shape of his face, the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose.

“What’s your favorite thing about the night sky?” you asked on a whim. The coffee perked you up slightly. Bitter and grainy on your tongue but perfect nonetheless. It allowed you to stand there at least, to stay awake as his own mind fought against the exhaustion that no doubt riddled his bones.

He never complained though.

Never told you that he lived on barely enough; that his mind was a place of chaos he’d been privy to for quite some time. You saw him as much as you could, but sometimes time never seemed to work in your favor. Time seemed to be intent on keeping the two of you apart.

He smiled—bright enough to put a sunset to shame. “The moon.”

“Of course,” you huffed.

His life wasn’t a secret to you. Steven—ever the man to consider others emotions—made sure to be upfront with you. As much as he possibly could of course. But some secrets were simply not his to tell, not a history he could divulge. So he made up in whispered words of lands that existed centuries ago. In stories that bridged the gap between humanity and the past. He regaled you with the history he could speak aloud with the hope that it would be enough.

That you’d be okay with just that.

“Tell me yours love.”

Somehow breath turned nonexistent around Steven. Your default had become to live eternally without it. Not that you minded much. Breathing was no longer a necessity when you yearned for the sensation that came without it. The skipped beat of your heart, the warmth that spread through your stomach, and the love you felt spark along each nerve and each limb.

With Steven you felt like you existed on a different plane. Problems were nonexistent. Humanity became an afterthought, and the possibility of anything flourished like a flower at the start of spring. Bright and beautiful and full of endless potential.

You’d describe your relationship with Steven that way. A perfect replica of that actually, but every now and then life collided with your shining star, knocking away the wish before you could make it. Steven held your hope in his open and inviting palms, yet the thought of permanency with him…felt further away with each passing day. He couldn’t remain. He could barely stay for the moments spent awake together.

“The stars,” you whispered, casting your gaze out onto the sea of tiny shining sparks in the sky. An endless amount of them out in space, yet so few shone in the night sky.

“For the wishes?”

You smiled. “I guess so.”

Oblivious to you, he had moved closer, his leg centimeters away from brushing against yours. “What are you wishing for tonight?”

Could you tell him? Could you reveal that your mind—your heart—was set on him. After all this time it would always be him. Steven had sunk into your life as one would fall to the bottom of a river. Softly, smoothly, until your breath slipped free in a thousand tiny bubbles. Yet you held the option to come up for air; you had every choice layed out in front of you.

When it came to Steve though…sinking was the choice you’d make every time. You’d rather drown in his sweetness than live without it. A fact that you’d come to terms with months ago.

“You tell me,” you replied, your eyes meeting his. So full of life, so full of hope. It nearly broke your heart in two.

He smiled. “It’s not really a wish.”

“I don’t care.”

“It’s…uh…” He tapped his finger on his leg. A subtle beat of morse code, each letter spelled out before your very eyes. You caught the makings of an L and an O, but the echo of his cough dragged your attention away. “It’s hard.”

“What’s hard?” you breathed.

He cleared his throat, a hint of crimson spilling onto the tops of his cheeks. “Hard to sit here and be so close to you, and not kiss you.”

Your stomach swooped, breath escaping your lungs faster than you could suck it in. Yet you still held his gaze. You kept it like a closely guarded secret; dug your fingers and nails into its makeup hoping that some part would remain once this moment ended. Once you were alone again, yearning for him to return. That was the thing about Steven though. You never had to hold on so tight, because without knowing it, he was already embedded in your heart. He was a part of your DNA.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you said softly, leaning a bit closer. The heat of your mug seared into the skin of your palms, but you ignored it for favor of the burning ache that spread through your stomach. Until it wrapped tightly around your heart.

Like a vice you’d never be able to escape.

“No?”

You shook your head, leaned even closer, and watched his eyes flick down to your lips. “Guess you figured out my wish.”

He let out a breath, shaky and warm, and you nearly collapsed as it washed across your face. Perhaps he wanted to say more, or maybe you should have been the one to keep talking, but Steven was never one to keep you waiting. He yearned for you like the moon did the sun. An ongoing cycle of passing one another by, until nothing remained but your simple silly little wishes scattered across the sky.

He held onto each one with reverence. With the patience of a man who knew that your time together would come. You’d flourish together, pass across one another. Even if it was for a brief amount of time. Steven had always been your wish, your eclipse that was yet to come, yours in more ways than you could imagine.

Cupping your cheek, he tugged you close enough until his nose pressed to your skin, his shaky breath an indication that he felt just as nervous as you. That this small moment of time was anticipated with a fervor you’d never understand. His lips met yours, barely there at first, a soft brush of skin against skin. You felt hesitant, scared that he wouldn’t want more than this.

Until you heard him groan. Broken and long and absolutely withering. He tugged you closer, his lips slotting against yours rougher than before. And you felt the heat spill searingly into your chest, a soft moan bubbling to the surface to echo in the night air. He swallowed it with ease, his fingers lightly digging into your cheek, hand moving to press into your waist. You could still taste his nerves on your tongue, feel the way his body remained slightly tense, but with each touch of your skin to his he began to loosen.

He bloomed for you right there on that balcony with the moon as your only witness.

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks, the sunlight spilling back into your vision as you finally opened your eyes again. Sunset melted into dusk, the soft hues of blue and purple streaking across the sky. Until you could see the moon begin to rise in the east. A glimmer of the man that once held your heart in his.

The creak of the roof door echoed behind you. Probably another tenet coming to admire the view. You gathered your mug, wiped the flow of tears that refused to stop, and moved to give them the space. You’d seen enough of the moon for one night. There was no reason you had to stick around to pick out hopeless stars and lost dreams. That would remain in the past with the rest of your memories.

“What are you wishing for tonight love?”

The breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as you whirled around to face what you assumed would be a figment of your imagination—a cruel trick of your mind. Yet there he stood. Wearing different clothes, and holding a different demeanor, but you’d recognize him anywhere.

You smiled slightly, your fingers tightening around the mug. “You tell me.”

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[anonymous-rendezvous]

Fika

💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Contains: Strangers to Friends to ???, fluff, light angst, & open ended

✦ — Word count: 2k+ | Ao3

Fika | pronunciation: fee–ka Swedish | (n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life. — A new coffee shop opens near Ike’s home. As he starts to visit it more regularly, he slowly gets to know you.

Based on the sentence starter “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

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Ike was just past the planning stages of his most recent book when a new coffee shop opened within walking distance of his house. ‘Home Brewed’. A cozy little place with comfortable seats, potted plants, and lots of natural light. The little bell above the door jingles as he pushes it open, immediately greeted by the two staff members he’s started to recognize, currently working behind the counter. With a glance around, he could see that the cafe is fairly busier than usual. A handful of people waiting on their orders while a quarter of the tables have been claimed.

Stepping up to the counter, he’s greeted by your bright smile. “Ah! Nice to see you again. The usual today?” Your head tipped to the side in question, causing the necklace around your neck to catch the light. An onyx ring swaying across the chain and he notes to himself that this is the ninth time it’s changed. Yesterday it had been a silver band with some sort of writing, and the day before that had been a gold band with small emeralds lining it.

The barista behind you calls out another customer's drink, reminding him that you're still waiting for him to respond, quickly meeting your eyes. “Good morning, and yes, the usual, please. That’ll be all.”

Nodding along, you add his order to the computer. “For here or to go?”

Turning his head, he scans the room one more time, spotting his usual table by the window open. “For here.”

“You got it! We’ll bring your drink over when it’s done.” He pays for the drink before bee-lining towards the table he’d become used to setting up base in. Over the last two weeks, he’s found this particular table to offer him the best view; sunlight pouring in just right. Perfect for getting lost in thought staring out towards the bustling streets, but also an ideal spot for observing the people around the cafe. His bag slides off of his shoulder with a soft thud as it rests on the empty seat beside him, pulling out his laptop and notes, ready to dive back into his work while waiting for his drink.

It’s not long before a mug is carefully placed on his table with a soft clunk. His fingers pause in the movement upon the keyboard, forcing his eyes away from the screen to meet yours. As your eyes lock, you flash him another smile, “One chai tea for…” there’s a pause, your eyes darting to the side before slowly asking, “Ike, right?” The novelist nods with a polite smile, hazel eyes quickly flicking down to your apron in search of your nametag; thanking you while repeating your name aloud. “No problem! Lemme know if you’d like another cup.”

The novelist gives a nod and you take that as your cue to return to the counter. He’s just returned his attention to his work when, from the corner of his eye, he notices that you’ve stopped moving. His head jerks back in your direction when you make a quick turn on your heels, taking a few steps closer to his table – yet still maintaining a polite distance. Ike can’t help but watch curiously, noting the way your expression twists in what he assumes is hesitation, one of your hands reaching up to fiddle with the ring hanging from the chain on your neck. The silence hangs for another moment before you finally speak, words spoken almost cautiously, “Could I… ask what you're working on? You don’t have to tell me. I’ve just been curious since you always seem so absorbed in your work.”

“Oh.” He can’t help but feel a little surprised by the question. Adjusting his glasses, he glances down at his laptop before returning his gaze to you, the small but polite smile returning to his lips. “I don’t mind. I’m currently working on a book.”

It’s rather interesting to him, the way you seem to light up, as you seem to take a subconscious step closer to the table. “Ah, really?” There’s a slight raise in your voice, however you quickly lower it, not wanting to disturb the customers sitting nearby. “Can I ask what it’s about?”

There’s already a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he settles back in his chair. “They commissioned me to write a children's book, so it’s just a lighthearted adventure tale.”

“Ah, that’s really cool–” There’s a loud call of your name and your attention immediately snaps back to your coworker, who’s giving you a pointed yet amused look. “Ah–Sorry, just a second! Right so, uh,” You give a little awkward laugh before giving him another small smile. “If you need anything else, just let us know. Good luck with the book!” With a small wave, you quickly make your way back to the counter where a small line had begun to form. With a light chuckle, he adjusts his glasses before returning to his work.

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From that day forward, it was rare to find the pair of you not locked in conversation. It was almost surprising to Ike how quickly the pair of you were growing closer. He’d begun spending more time at the cafe than he did at his own home and getting to know you felt as easy as breathing. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks – time, feeling as though it were flying by.

A change he hadn’t known he needed until you’d already settled in past the point of acquaintances, but just shy of what he would call friends.

You never seemed to run out of stories to tell him, having an endless supply of experiences in your back pocket. Sometimes it would be retelling interesting moments from your day: a rowdy customer, a bizarre drink order, or something one of your co-workers had done. Though what fascinated him most was the tales behind the different rings you’d switch out on the chain around your neck. You seemed more than happy to talk about them, explaining that some were gifts from family members, friends, or co-workers; past and present. Others were picked up from different places you’d visited; having traveled a lot over the years.

His curiosity hadn’t been satiated, however, until he asked if there was a reason you wore them on a chain rather than around your fingers, as most typically would. You had looked almost sheepish when you explained that it was a mixture of wanting to keep said rings in better condition, but also an irrational fear of losing them – or worse – accidentally dropping one in a customer's drink. Your expression was rather horrified at that thought.

He can’t remember the last time he’d laughed quite so hard.

Ike’s friends were quick to notice his change in mood, asking him – some subtly, others less so – about what happened. It had only been such a short amount of time and yet, something about the novelist seemed different. It wasn’t a bad difference, they reassured, chuckling once they saw the look on his face. He just seemed… happier. Intentional or not, you’d started to brighten his days. Drawing an excitement from him the others hadn't seen in a while. His chest filled with a warmth he can’t quite remember living a day without.

You were similar to an ever-burning flame. You brightened the spaces you moved between, drawing others to your warmth. Maybe it was the way you moved, dancing easily from place to place. Never invading, but never apologetic for what space you did take up. Maybe it was in your smile, the ease with which your lips would curve upwards – leaving even the grouchiest of customers a tad less tense. Most noticeable were the days you had off, the building seemingly a tad bit colder than he'd remembered.

Whatever it was, Ike just couldn’t seem to pinpoint it; at least not with words. It was something so inherently you.

And then his book was complete.

He had to stop visiting the cafe. All of his time and energy funneled into the final steps of his work. Delivering his manuscripts, going through edits and finalizations, getting in contact with the commissioner– so on and so forth. All of which is a very time-consuming process, eating away at all the free time he had.

Before he knew it, nearly two months had passed before he pushed through that all too familiar door; a bundle of papers in hand. The smell of familiarly brewed coffee and freshly baked sweets helped to ease the tension in his shoulders – even if just slightly.

With a pep in his step, he approaches the counter and your gaze lifts to meet him. Almost immediately, your eyes widen, hands freeze in place. Heart pounding in his chest, he greets you, calling your name with a smile. Except… his smile falters when your expression twists into something he hadn’t seen on you before. Your lips purse into a thin line, intentionally dropping your gaze to the computer before quietly asking, “Chai tea, for here or to go?”

The brunette opens his mouth to say something, but the way you avoid looking at his face causes him to pause. “For here.” He finally says, voice coming out much quieter than he’d intended. Ike doesn't realize how tightly he’s gripping the papers until he feels them start to crinkle, quickly loosening his grip before he ruins them.

He pays for the drink then shuffles quickly towards his usual table. Releasing his hold on the bundle of papers entirely, setting them lightly on the table as he attempts to ease the worst of the creases out. The excitement that he had been feeling before was slowly bleeding into nervousness, causing him to worry his bottom lip. The novelist startles when the mug clicks against the tabletop, eyes hurriedly looking up to see you. “Ah–thank you.” He stutters, yet your gaze remains locked on the wooden surface, still refusing to look at him. He almost expects you to turn and leave, yet… you just continue to stand beside his table silently. The cafe lacks the warmth he's grown used to; a chill running down his spine. 

The silence continues to hang, casting a heavy fog between you, before finally, you raise your head to meet his gaze. “You just… stopped coming one day.” There’s a slight shake to your voice that makes his heart drop. “I… You worried me, Ike.” Your lips pursed, eyes shifting to look out the window rather than at him. “At first I tried to rationalize that you were likely just busy, but… I couldn’t help but worry if something had happened to you. But I had no way of checking. We never exchanged numbers or socials, you just… disappeared. I had no clue if you were okay.”

Ike’s brows furrowed, “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t think–” his words felt caught in his throat, sentence hanging because, really, he hadn’t thought. It hadn’t even crossed his mind once to tell you that he’d be gone for a while. He’d caused you to worry for no reason. Truly, a stupid mistake on his part.

You let out a sigh before meeting his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just glad you're alright.” Your eyes trail back down to the tabletop before narrowing in on the papers resting before him, lips parting in a small ‘o’ as your eyes scan the top page. “Is that–You finished your book?” Ike swallowed before nodding, nudging the papers closer to you.

“I did. It’s technically still in the processing stages, hence this isn’t a proper physical copy, but I thought–” He swallows again, nerves swelling inside of him once more. The warmth had returned to your expression, picking up the bundle and cradling them in your hands as if holding something precious. Clearing his throat, he adjusts his glasses, suddenly unable to meet your eyes, clear embarrassment on his face. “It is only a children's story, but you’d seemed so interested when I was writing it, I figured–”

You cut him off, excitement building in your tone. “This is for me?”

He nods, “Yes. I can give you a proper copy when the book is finished, if you’d like.”

“I’d love that!” You exclaim with a cheerful laugh. “I’m gonna go put this with my things so it doesn't get ruined. Thank you, Ike.” You’d already turned, halfway making it back towards the counter when you suddenly stop, turning around to face him with a bright smile on your face. “Oh, and Ike?” His heart pounded at the honor of being allowed to bask in the warmth of your smile once more.

“Y–yes?”

“I’d like to think we’re friends now, so don’t be a stranger, okay?”

Heat rises to the novelist's face as sudden realization all but slaps him in the face. The only tangible thought that crosses his mind at that moment is a very small ‘oh’ as butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

It seems that he might already be in too deep.

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[hongyangi]

somnolent | jacob bae

⤷ bf!jacob, gn!reader, fluff, implied established relationship

it's already late at night and your computer is still on, multiple tabs open and keyboard clicking. you were planning to pull an all-nighter so you can finish your work earlier than the deadline. coffee on hand, eyes fixed on the screen, you sip your coffee and set the mug aside. ideas are abundant in your brain right now so you didn't wanna waste more time. besides, you might forget them if you procrastinate. you would hate it if you'd be late on the deadline or if your plans won't be done as scheduled. you were already stressed at having too much work at the same duration so it's best to get them done as soon as you can.

feeling productive, you were so focused on your work that you haven't given much attention to your boyfriend beside you. jacob rests his head on your shoulder, still considerate to not distract you by not being too close. yet, he sighed several times. it's even louder than he anticipated but you still did not bat an eye. he pouts. hoping for any slight attention, or maybe a conversation starter, he slides his arm around your waist and moved a little closer. when he fails to get your attention, he calls, "baby..." in a slightly groggy voice. you hummed a small "hm?" but eyes still shifting from the screen to the keyboard.

he sighed, face somewhat closer to your neck so you felt his breath fan on the side of your cheek, neck, and to your ear. instinctively, you tilt your head enabling him to press his lips on the crook of your neck quite accidentally. chills invaded your body making you blush, "jacob?" you turned to him. feeling a sense of victory, he smiled smugly at you and took the chance to peck on your lips. the blush became worse for what he just did and you only giggled to him,

hoping you could stop the giddy feeling he just bestowed on you, you turned back to your computer screen, but now barely able to focus. "is this needed too soon?" he asks, brows furrowed in frustration. "in three weeks, but i have few parts left so i want it done sooner." you explained in response while typing. jacob sighs, "you can continue tomorrow-" he pauses, "no, later. or yeah, maybe tomorrow. you should rest all day today. look at the time!" he protests when he realizes the time. you stop midway, eyes darting at the date and time of your computer.

oh, shoot. you abruptly turn to jacob who's still pouting beside you. you felt sorry for making him wait until almost four in the morning so you can go to bed together. "you've been waiting that long?" your eyes widen at him. the disbelief was evident in his expression but still managed to tease you, "well, i'm glad you're aware." jacob shrugs.

"okay, hold on a minute. i'll just finish this-" you saved the file and were about to add a little edit for it but you didn't notice that jacob has already sat on the bed beside your work table and he cuts your sentence by pulling your swivel in his direction. he also easily yanks you up from your seat by the waist and plops down on the bed with you on top of him.

you were surprised by his antics. nevertheless, it still made you feel warm and thrilled. the position enabled you to feel his heartbeat against your own and it made both of you silent for a moment, albeit never awkward. you looked at him fondly under you. one hand on the small of your back, and one fixing the stray hair that falls on your face. jacob stares at you just as affectionately and gives you a soft smile, "you worked hard today," he says in an almost whisper, his palm resting on your cheek while his thumb caresses your face softly. "you always give your best at everything you do, y/n, and i'm proud of you..." jacob pats your back gently, "but i hope you're not too disappointed when you can't do something you like. it's alright to take it slow, okay? you should allow yourself to rest too."

his words of encouragement soften your heart and you wish you could replay this moment as many times as you can. you could feel your eyes become teary as you take his words to your heart, but you manage to conceal them as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. but jacob knows. you won't realize you're tired and overworked until he tells you to rest. you even thought that he knows you better than yourself. those were words you need to hear at least once when you're having a hard time, and he never fails to reassure you. you have a companion. you have a source of strength. "thank you..." you managed to say. jacob hugged you tightly and hums, "i love you." you returned it to him as you close your eyes and your body at ease.

after a few seconds before you could let the sleepiness control you, you lift your head again and blinks at him, "are we sleeping like this?" you ask perplexed. jacob was as confused as you are but he chuckles and holds your frame carefully, gently laying you down beside him. your head rested on his arm and his face was just above yours. you looked up at him, who was supposed to give you a forehead kiss but his lips touched the tip of your nose instead. jacob was slightly surprised as he opens his eyes, but his smile grew and proceeded to kiss your lips instead. "is this comfortable for you?" he asked and with no words left to protest at him, you nod, hiding your gleeful smile when you drape your arm on his waist and snuggles close to his chest where you could hear his heart beating.

"sleep well, my love." you softly whisper and lay quiet in his embrace, somnolent after the busy day. you hope you can wake up at the sight of him beside you once again. you feel a warm hand patting your back as you fell asleep.

"sleep well, my dearest."

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[memekais]

daredevil sentence starters. s1ep5: world on fire. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

you just opened one of the cuts on your back.

i can hear your bones shift when you breathe. no grinding means nothing's broken.

i guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. i can't see, not like everyone else, but i can feel. things like balance and direction. micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. mix all that with what i hear, subtle smells. all of the fragments form a sort of... impressionistic painting.

if all i saw was fire, i'd probably want to hit people, too.

i wear a mask and beat on people. doesn't exactly mesh with police policy.

i removed their head... with my car door.

a rising tide raises all boats, [name]. profits will be divided equally among us.

masked vigilantes, crazy russians... i'm getting my stun gun out of storage.

this city. bad enough you get mugged, now they chop your melon off. what's next, groping corpses?

i like listening to your voice.

they offered us a job, a great job which we turned down to save the world.

they're gonna shark attack me! look at me, i'm delicious.

we will see you in court where i will absolutely dismantle you from the top of your salon blowout to the bottom of your overpriced pumps.

you were really something back in the day... when you had a soul.

scream and that arm becomes your good one.

i've been lied to before... by men. some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest... about things that mattered. do you feel that need... [name]?

i don't like to be in public. and i don't like to be questioned. but you can ask me anything. and i will always be honest with you.

we will honor you, my brother... with the blood of war.

i can't believe that because if i do, that means you're not the man... that i believe you to be.

i need to be the man this city needs.

what you do is important to so many people, i get that. i just don't think i can let myself fall in love with someone... whose so damn close to becoming what he hates.

i want to carve something beautiful out of its ugliness... set free its potential.

we've been sitting here talking for hours... and you're going to insult me like i have no idea what you really do?

i know you're a dangerous man. that's why i brought a gun to a dinner date.

i've done things that i'm not proud of, [name]. i've hurt people, and i'm going to hurt more. it's impossible to avoid for what i'm trying to do but i take no pleasure in it - in cruelty. but this city isn't a caterpillar, it doesn't spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly. a city... crumbles and fades. it needs to die before it can be reborn.

by my side is the safest place you can ever be.

no, i do not kiss on the first date. sorry, not gonna happen!

you're alive... which means you made the right decision.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ with coyote from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Training Accident

Summary: You get a call from Jake while you're on a walk informing you that your boyfriend Javy got into a training accident at work. This is also going to be added to my "You and Javy and his friend Jake series" I just can't seem to write anything about Javy without adding Jake bromance into it. oops. This can of course be read as a stand alone though.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x afab!Reader

Warnings: Angst, ejection, anxiety, death, hospitals and swearing. I'm always worried that I'm forgetting something in these so please reach out and tell me if I am.

Word count:1498

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The call had come in while you were walking your dogs. You had an airpod in your ear listening to a true crime podcast. The story was just getting to the darkest part when it paused. You pulled your phone out of your pocket seeing your boyfriend's best friend's name come across the screen. Nausea ripped through you as you answered it. 

“Jake?” the name came out in a whisper, you’d be surprised if he’d even heard you. Jake had called you many times before but never in the middle of a work day. Your dogs sat at your feet looking at you worriedly. Sensing something was wrong by your change in body language.

“He’s alright gorgeous, just got hurt in a training exercise. They want to keep him overnight for observation. Just wanted to call and ask if you wanted to come down and see him. He hasn’t stopped talking about you and I’m getting sick of looking at his ugly mug.” relief flooded your body as the words settled into your brain. You could hear your boyfriend somewhere in the background protesting his friend's words of insult. You shook your head at their antics. 

“I’ve got to take the dogs to the house and I’ll be on my way.” you told the blonde on the other end of the phone. You punctuated the sentence by giving your dogs a silent command to heel as you started walking again. They both came to their respective sides and followed you along. You would have to thank Jake for the double leash belt he had gotten for you for Christmas. It really came in handy as you tried to get ahold of Javy’s mother on the walk home. 

“Alright gorgeous, I’ll send you the location. See you soon.” He said reassuringly. You practically ran back to the house you and Javy had bought a year into dating each other. You threw a quick bag together making sure the dogs had food and water before you were heading out. 

“I’m here for Javy Machado.” You told the nurse at the front desk fingers thrumming across the smooth surface. He looked at you for a moment, obvious boredom in his eyes. 

“What’s your relation to the patient?” He asked you as his fingers typed on the keyboard. 

“I’m his girlfriend and emergency contact.” You replied to him sliding your ID towards him. He took it scanning the information with his eyes before handing it back to you. 

“Floor three room three thirteen.” he told you before going back to the computer in front of him. You moved towards the elevator quickly pressing the round button for the correct floor. You cracked your knuckles as the elevator dinged, alerting you to the doors opening. You stepped out and read the directions on the wall in front of you. Turning left, you found your boyfriend's room quickly. You didn’t bother knocking instead you all but swung the door open as you stomped into the room. 

“Javy Andre Machado.” you scolded him as you stood by his bed. Jake was sitting in the chair beside him giving you a big grin as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What the hell did you do?” You asked him pointedly. He had the sense to look a little afraid at your outburst. 

“Firstly, hello to you too Sugar. Secondly It was a training accident and I’m perfectly fine now. Right Jake?” He asked his best friend as he turned to him expectantly. You raised your eyebrow at the man.

“I ain’t gonna get in the middle of this.” He said, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“Well, are you going to tell me what you did?” You asked him again. He huffed out a breath glaring at his wingman. Then he sat and looked at you. Taking in the running shoes on your feet. You had on a pair of leggings and one of his old academy shirts. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, a look he absolutely loved on you. You stood there waiting for his reply that never came.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked him bewildered. 

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” He asked you, giving you a teasing smile. You gave him a blank look not in the mood for his charm. 

“Don’t try to change the subject.” Jake let out a small laugh as you spoke. He quickly shut up as you glared at him. 

“I had to eject sugar. I was gonna call you but I didn’t have my phone on me. It’s still in my locker on base. Then when Jake called he refused to let me have the phone. Little asshole wanted to punish me for scaring ya both.” His hand came to run across his face as you rolled your eyes. His thought as he plummeted to the ground was how he absolutely had to survive this fall. There was no way he was leaving you and the dogs behind. 

“What the hell were you doing for that to happen?” the image of him falling from the sky flashed through your mind and the nausea from earlier rushed back through you. 

“My left engine went out and I couldn’t get it back up. I didn’t have time to land before the right one got hit with a bird strike.” He told you hesitantly reaching for your hand. You walked closer to the bed taking his hand in yours as you sat by his legs. You nodded your head in understanding. His job always had classified and redacted information you weren’t allowed to be privy to. So it was no surprise that he couldn’t give you any more information than he already had. 

“You promise you’re okay?” You asked him barely above a whisper. 

“I promise Sugar. I’ll be up in the sky again in just a couple of days.” he told you, squeezing your hand in his much larger one. 

“Can I stay with you?” You asked him hopefully, not being comfortable leaving his side.

“Of course you can.” An understanding look in his eyes as they met your own. He didn’t want you leaving his side either.

“I can stay at your place tonight and watch Gumbo and Ella for you guys.” Jake spoke up, you had pretty much forgotten about the dogs back at the house. Leave it to Jake for always being prepared and on top of things. Plus the rescues absolutely adored their godfather so you knew they were in good hands. 

“Thank you Jake.” you said as you gave him a thankful smile. Jake had always been helpful and a great friend to you since the beginning of yours and Javy’s relationship.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He teased you, earning a playful glare from the aviator sitting in the bed beside you. Javy knew he had nothing to worry about though. The relationship between you and his best friend was basically like brother and sister. You both got on like gas in a fire. It was one of the many things he loved about the both of you. 

Jake left not too long after, claiming he needed to run back to his apartment to grab his stuff before going to yours and Javy’s house. You laid down next to your boyfriend as comfortably as you could in the tiny hospital bed. You laid your head on his chest listening to his heart beating. He was here with you and there was nothing to worry about now you tried to reassure yourself. 

“You called Momma right?” He asked you as his mind drifted to the older women he loved so dearly. 

“Mmhmm.” You hummed in reply. Then there was a brief pause as you both enjoyed each other's company. The feeling of home had always been with each other since the moment you first laid eyes on the other. 

“You scared me ya know? I can’t live without you Javy.” you told him as the shock started to leave your body. You felt tense as you tried to steady your breathing, not wanting to hyperventilate. 

“I know and I’m sorry Sugar. You know I’ll do everything possible to come home to you and the dogs.” he told you as he ran a hand up your back a gesture he knew would soothe you as it did many times before when the anxiety of his job got to you. 

“I love you so much Javy.” you whispered into his chest as your eyes started to flutter shut. 

“I love you so much more Sugar.” He whispered back to you as his exhaustion finally took over and he was slipping into slumber. A nurse came in at one point to check on him and tell any visitors that visiting hours were over. But as she saw you laying in the bed together she decided that she didn’t get paid enough to care and left you be.

A/N: Thank you so so so much for this request darling anon! Also I made up his middle name because I fucking can.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @eternallyvenus @taytaylala12 @loving-and-dreaming

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[northlight14]

Wrightworth incorrect quotes

These two have taken over my soul

—

Phoenix: what’s your biggest weakness?

Edgeworth: I can be uncooperative

Phoenix: okay, can you give me an example?

Edgeworth: no.

—

Phoenix: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Edgeworth: Phoenix, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

—

Phoenix: A theif.

Edgeworth: Thief?

Phoenix: Theif.

Edgeworth: I before E, except after C.

Phoenix: Thceif.

Edgeworth: No.

—

Phoenix: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Edgeworth: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

—

Phoenix: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Edgeworth: Go the fuck to sleep

Phoenix: What gif I don't want to?

Edgeworth: Fuck You

—

Phoenix: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Edgeworth: It's not a joke.

Edgeworth: *sniffles*

Edgeworth: I'm a legit snack.

—

Phoenix: I made tea.

Edgeworth: I don't want tea.

Phoenix: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Edgeworth: Then why are you telling me?

Phoenix: It is a conversation starter.

Edgeworth: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Phoenix: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

—

Phoenix: Okay, help me please!

Edgeworth: Got two words for you.

Phoenix: I bet they won't be helpful.

Edgeworth: Your problem.

Phoenix: I was right

—

Edgeworth: I've already sent good vibes your way.. they're coming. There's nothing you can do to stop them.

Phoenix: This is the most threatening way I've ever been cheered up.

—

Edgeworth: This is such a bad idea.

Phoenix: Then why are you coming along?

Edgeworth: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

—

Phoenix: Am I in trouble?

Edgeworth: Take a guess.

Phoenix: No?

Edgeworth: Take another guess.

—

Phoenix: Do you take constructive criticism?

Edgeworth: I only take cash or credit.

—

Phoenix: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Edgeworth:

Edgeworth: Phoenix, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Phoenix: *Sips coffee from bowl*

—

Phoenix, pointing: May I sit there?

Edgeworth: That's my lap

Phoenix: That doesn't answer my question, Edgeworth.

—

Phoenix, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don't really think heels are for me

Edgeworth, pointing at him and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

—

Phoenix, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Edgeworth: How?

Phoenix: How what?

Edgeworth: How could they be worse?

Phoenix: They couldn't, I lied.

Edgeworth:

—

Phoenix: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Edgeworth: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Phoenix:

Phoenix: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

—

Phoenix, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Edgeworth: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

—

Edgeworth, standing with their back turned: I've been expecting you, Phoenix.

Phoenix : How did you do that without turning around?

Edgeworth: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

—

Edgeworth: Phoenix and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Phoenix : Sentences.

Edgeworth: Don't interrupt me.

—

Edgeworth, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Phoenix : But - that's just a trash can.

Edgeworth: It sure is!

—

Edgeworth: Here's some advice

Phoenix : I didn't ask for any

Edgeworth: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

—

Edgeworth: *Accidentally hits Phoenix in the face*

Edgeworth: *Trying to decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Edgeworth: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Phoenix : What's wrong with you?!

—

Edgeworth: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Edgeworth: i became more evil if you're curious

Phoenix: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Edgeworth: i'm going to get worse on purpose

—

Edgeworth: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Phoenix : *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.

—

Edgeworth: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Phoenix : I think you mean cards.

Edgeworth, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

—

Edgeworth: How many kids do you have?

Phoenix : Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

—

Edgeworth: I'm going to take you out

Phoenix : great, it's a date!

Edgeworth: I meant that as a threat.

Phoenix : See you at five!

—

Edgeworth: Phoenix ...

Phoenix: Oh no, 'Phoenix ' in b-flat.

Phoenix : You're disappointed.

#wrightworth #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #incorrect quotes #ace attorney incorrect quotes

[yeoldemothmemes]

Sentence Starters from my Watch Later 80

Feel free to change pronouns and adjust as needed

"We are currently mid voyage of SS NAME" "We are currently mid voyage of SS Struggle" "You also want my bone marrow?" "At least I'm not dramatic about it" "Coincidentally you are matching your coffee mug" "But first, I must bask" "Me befriending BLANK is the ultimate side quest" "I have about sixty five bins of Halloween decorations" "A box... of nothing?" "That's where I put BLANK" "Why am I like this?" "You may not like it, but this is what peak physical fitness looks like" "I need to stop lying to you all" "I'm really not beating all I own is COLOUR clothing allegations with this outfit, am I?" "I'll punch people for you if they're being mean to you" "I want to be a pretty princess" "I want to wear a ballgown" "The only stat I have is Charisma" "I hate it, and I don't want it in my room" "Here I am in full Victorian ghost child mode" "Sometimes the best stuff is what you find on the street" "I live in the middle of nowhere" "It takes forever and I don't like it" "The cat is trying to attack my feet" "I have 1am caffeine brain" "I've been doing BLANK for 10 years and one thing still scares me" "At least I don't have to make pants" "I'm gonna take a little nap because I bonked my head" "This is my one suit coat" "You came to watch my stupid ass suffer, didn't you?"

#rp sentence starters #sentence rp meme #roleplay sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #youtuber based sentence starters #watch later rp sentence starters #rp meme #rp prompt

[blcssom]

“hey, baby, have you seen my watch anywhere?” 

they do this every morning, and yet somehow samar’s always surprised by his partner’s inability to keep track of a single item she owns. pouring himself a mug of coffee ( and one for her, since she’ll inevitably be rushing out the door ) he heaves out a sigh. “it should be in the bathroom where you took it off last night. hey, can you get the door?” the knocking, which has just added to the sound of chaos ringing through the brownstone she’s all but moved herself into, continues for another couple of minutes before he realizes she has no intention of answering. “sweetheart, i’ve told you twice already we’re not buying any cookies this ye—————” oh. “nick? holy shit, i— sorry i thought you were our neighbor and i——” coherent sentences, samar. “you look.... great.”

closed starter for @stellrs ft. nicholas young

#not nick walking in on sam's unhappy relationship i'm already sTRESSED FOR THEM #( int/ samar tiwari. ) #( pair/ samar & nicholas. ) #lovstruck

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #300

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

He absolutely fell on us.

You know, I’d really just appreciate it if someone gave me at least a little bit of pills.

You fucking addict.

This is why you listen to me, baby.

All I did was push him in the right direction.

Wait, he just robbed you?

Bro, you just knocked me out of the universe.

Are you going to get mugged?

He fucking got your ass.

Why are you panicking so much?

I saw you slow down, you little bitch.

I knocked it all out of my system.

This looks a little questionable.

Triple high-five, triple high-five.

We gotta count it down, bro, we can’t just go for it.

Can you just get your hand ready for a high-five, please.

I’m going to grab these vials, because I feel like we’ll need them.

Gimme those fucking pills.

I’m fucking traumatized.

Let’s OD him on blood.

VANOSSGAMING

Shoot anything that moves.

No cheap deaths, starting now.

That goes for all of us.

No, no, in the game, not in real life...

I actually think it's funnier not seeing what's happening.

Stop looking up answers, I want to figure out some stuff.

I gave you false hope.

I didn’t know that either.

What are you doing down here?

This is your plan?

BLARG

He looks so cute.

Yeah, I brought the wrong vehicle.

I lost you guys, I don't even know where the fellas' are.

Somebody rear end me.

I'm flying over my own yacht right now.

Oh my God, it brought me back to the start.

It's the police!

Is it stormy, why is it so dark?

Let's fill him with pee.

Not a live bear.

TERRORISER

I dropped the thing when I screamed like a bitch.

Where did you buy that fucking headset?

Does this kill you?

I swear I heard something in that factory.

Get on a bike, get on a bike!

You better get up here.

I heard they're into weird ritual shit.

I was hitting them but they just wouldn't die.

Yes, I killed someone!

In the name of Satan…sorry.

GRIZZY

I'm not going for the helicopter.

Listen, I feel like my presence is enough.

Did you all see that shit?

Now we have to pay for my mistakes.

What are the rules?

You know that I will.

I make my own dumb decisions on my own accord.

Move, you fuck!

Stop running from me!

That's why I'm not looking forward to it.

H2ODELIRIOUS

The whole world is gone.

Come and get hugs for free!

Get the hell off of me!

Is he trying to steal my car?

He’s talking mad trash about my books.

Let’s get out of here before we get killed.

Don't worry, I got him.

Help me, I need backup!

By the way, we have no idea what the hell we are doing.

Come on, use your brain.

BIGPUFFER

Round the fuck up, boys.

I'm about to pay money right here anyway.

Ya'll mother fucker's will have to warp.

You just run over it.

I'm trying to catch the flies.

Why the hell would that be a dead end?

Okay, we're all even again, it's like nothing happened.

What happened, I thought you never lose.

I don't know what this game wants from me.

Catch me.

NOGLA

You’re ruining the sacred drug den!

One of these are going to save me!

Take heroin, we’ll all be together.

We might get angry and kill each other.

You gotta get sober now.

Oh, now I’m the one in the fucking sober hole.

Don’t do that, that’s bad, that’s immoral.

Thanks for absolutely ruining the experiment.

Oh, I shot him twenty times in the arm.

Why aren't you picking him up?

#banana bus squad #bbs #smii7y's group #smii7y #vanossgaming #blargmyschnoople #the terroriser #grizzy #h2odelirious #bigpuffer #daithi de nogla #bbs prompts #rpf #rpf prompts #tw swearing #tw drugs mention #text #words

[clusterbuck]

For the sentence starters: please don’t leave

i was supposed to be done with prompts but this image grabbed me by the throat so. hi!

“please don’t leave,” buck mumbles, the words lost among the suds speckling eddie’s skin. he leans against eddie under the warm spray of the shower, his arms wrapped around eddie’s waist and his face pressed to the back of eddie’s neck.

eddie sighs, low, so deep buck feels his ribcage move and settle back into place again. “it’s just a few days, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing one of buck’s hands so he can lift it to his mouth, press a kiss into the centre of his palm. “i just need to help my parents move.”

“i know,” buck sighs. “i know, and i love that you would, but we’ve barely been married for a month. i don’t want to be away from you so soon.”

eddie turns in his arms, slippery with suds still, and presses a soft kiss to buck’s mouth. “i know,” he says. “me either.”

buck knows better than to try and talk eddie out of going, but he stretches out the morning as much as he can. eddie had woken him at dawn, a hand on his hip and lips on the side of his neck, and they’d teased each other through lazy morning sex, languid, the kind where time slows down and the world fades away, where nothing exists but skin on skin and panted-out breaths. buck kneels in the shower anyway, crowds eddie against the wall and sucks a mark above his hipbone, teases him until he’s hard again and then until he spills into buck’s mouth, one hand grasping the shower rail and the other intertwined with buck’s.

“one for the road,” buck murmurs when eddie’s catching his breath, and eddie rolls his eyes and calls him dramatic before tugging him to his feet and kissing him against the tiled wall until the shower runs cold. eddie insists on returning the favour, and by the time they make it out of the shower there’s barely time for breakfast before eddie has to head to the airport.

eddie makes coffee while buck digs out the travel mug, and refuses to hand it over until eddie kisses him. eddie leans in for a kiss and immediately follows it with another, and another, and when his phone alarm goes off to remind him to leave on time he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, his legs hooked around buck’s waist and buck’s hand halfway up his shirt.

“i have to go,” eddie sighs, pouring lukewarm coffee into the travel mug.

buck bites down on the urge to say don’t go and grabs eddie’s suitcase, walking it out to the cab already waiting at the end of the driveway. eddie’s right behind him, so close their hands brush together, and when eddie climbs into the backseat of the cab buck wants more than anything to take his hand and never let it go.

eddie rolls down the cab window. “i’ll be back on monday,” he says.

buck leans over, propping his forearms on the open window. the cab driver stares pointedly straight ahead. “i know,” buck murmurs. “just—”

“i know,” eddie says. “me, too.”

buck leans further, sticks his head all the way into the cab so he can kiss eddie one last time. it’s—he feels a little stupid, more than a little dramatic, like the climax of some hollywood production.

but eddie’s going to be away for four nights, and buck can’t even remember the last time they’ve been apart for that long. he’s going to miss his husband. sue him.

“see you on monday,” eddie murmurs, thumbing at buck’s chin. “i love you.”

and even now, after years together and a wedding ceremony, it still makes buck’s pulse jump each time, just a little. still makes warmth spread through him, makes him feel settled in his own skin. he smiles at eddie, brushing his knuckles along eddie’s jaw. “i love you, too,” he says. “hurry back.”

if you send me a sentence i will store it in my inbox like a nut in my lil squirrel cheek and mayhaps pounce upon it at some point

#surprisingly the image is not the shower but the car window #heart4buddie #911fic #ask emma #emma writes

[sunbun-memes]

World of Warcraft Sentence Starters: /flirt Edition

"You know, I had a boy/girlfriend, but I lost him/her in the crash. That is the bad news. The good news is, I'm available!"

"I'll have you know I can flatten steel with my thighs."

"I'd like to see you in a kilt."

"I won't fall for any bad pickup line. You've got to try 2 or 3 at least."

"Enough with your flirting, I know you think all women look the same."

"Enough of the chit-chat. Let's get to it then."

"You'd like to run your hands through my beard, wouldn't ya?"

"Let's get on with it then, I've got a quest to do in 15 minutes."

"You look pretty, I like your hair, here's a drink... Are you ready now?" 

"Where are you from? Heh, not that it matters."

"I must be asleep, 'cause you are a dream come true. Also, I'm slightly damp."

"You are cute!"

"At this time, I think you should purchase me an alcoholic beverage and engage in diminutive conversation with me in hopes of establishing a rapport."

"Your ability to form a complete sentence is a plus."

"I do not find you completely disagreeable."

"I don't feel the 1 to 10 scale is fine enough to capture subtle details of compatibility. I'd prefer a 12 dimensional compatibility scale with additional parameters for mechanical aptitude and torque."

"I have a number of inventions I'd like to show you, back at my place."

"I like large posteriors and I cannot prevaricate." 

"Hey! Nice apparatus."

"You've got me all a-flutter."

"My turn offs are rude people, mean people and people who aren't nice."

"How ya doin'?"

"If I said you had a good body, would you hold it against me?" 

"Hey, baby cakes."

"What's your sign?"

"Are you tired? 'Cause you've been running through my mind all day."

"Your tag's showing. It says, uh, 'Made in Heaven.'"

"Sure, I've got exotic piercings."

"I'm the type of girl my mother warned me about."

"There's nothing like sleeping in the forest under the moonlight."

"I hope you're not afraid of snakes."

"I'm a force of nature."

"Wanna bring out the animal in me?"

"Being bitchy is in my blood. Don't pretend you don't like it."

"I hope you don't mind a little howling in bed."

"Don't worry babe... the fur is just something to hold onto."

"I'm looking for a man who appreciates... natural beauty."

"I just want someone to pat me on my head and tell me I'm a good girl."

"I'll teach you to make my legs shake."

"Don't pretend you don't like a guy with a wild side."

"Panting at you? No! No... it's just hot in here."

"I'd like to mark your territory."

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite... hard..." 

"What big ears I have? You should check out the rest of me!"

"You're like the moon baby, you make me howl all night!"

"If you play nice, I'll share my bone with you..."

"I'm a nice girl, but I know my way around an anvil."

"It takes more than a mug or two to get on my good side. Ah! A keg ought to do it!"

"Come over to my place - we'll iron out your love life."

"The way you swing that hammer really stokes my forge!"

"Things are getting a little heated, don't you think?"

"Interested in joining the mile deep club?"

"Did you come from a diamond mine? 'Cause I want to learn all your facets."

"I can keep you warm on a cold night. Well at least my forge can."

"I'm a hunk-a hunk-a burning love."

"I'm harboring a crush on you."

"You can't be nautical without a bit of naughty."

"Better be ready for me, or you'll miss the boat."

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more... privateer?"

"You don't look like much, but... any port in a storm."

"You sure put the wind in my sails."

"Care to join me for a bit of rocking the boat?"

"Let's meet at the harbor! We could be two ships passing in the night."

"You must be a siren, cause I can't resist ya!"

"Together, we could really make some waves."

"Get your fishing net ready, cause I'm quite the catch!"

"Fancy a drink, love? I know a good dive bar."

"Hope you enjoy fishing--because I'm throwing you a line!"

"I admire a soldier who can... remain... at attention." 

"I used to be a ten, but then I upgraded to an eleven." 

"No one has more junk in their trunk than me."

"You sure you're geared enough? Perhaps I should... inspect your equipment."

"Care to see if our components are... compatible?"

"Initiating flirtation protocol."

"They say the void hungers, let's start off with a bit of... nibbling."

"Get nice and close, whispers are... kind of my thing."

"There's a void in my heart, have you come to fill it?"

"What am I into? Let's just say some of my proclivities run a bit dark."

"I do my best work in the shadows, allow me to… demonstrate."

"When studying shadow magic one learns to be flexible… very flexible."

"You sate my hunger and I'll sate yours."

"I'm addicted to you, baby…"

"Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again...?"

"You look almost as good as I do."

"Hey, why don't you come over here and... WATCH THE HAIR!"

"You know what I love about your eyes? When I look deep enough, I can see my own reflection."

"I know every rose has its thorn, but if you would just pour some sugar on me, we could rock and roll all night and par-tay every day."

"Want to see my good side? Hahaha, that was a trick question, all I have are good sides."

"If you liked it then you should have put a larger, more elaborate ring on it."

"I'm a full service kind of gal!"

"I'm short and good with my hands... how can you resist?"

"Is that your wallet? Or are you just glad to see me? Both I hope!" 

"Wait 'til you try a piece of this shortcake."

"Let's get together and compare our figures."

"Let's make sweet, sweet profit together."

"Does this turn you on?" *jingles bag of gold*

"How about... you and me... go out on the town and buy me some expensive jewellery?"

"Oh baby, you know how to turn my gears!"

"Ever rode a rocket before? Mine's huge." 

"Honey, I've got all kinds of toys in my utility belt."

"Woah, baby you are a bomb shell if I ever saw one! And trust me; I know my bomb."

"I like my women the way I like my fuses: short, fast and ready to blow." 

"Let me buy you a drink. No, wait you buy me a drink. Ah, you know what, just give me the money."

"How much?"

"I'll give you crazy love."

"I like men who aren't afraid to cry... cry uncle!"

"You'll do. Let's go."

"Don't talk. Just follow me."

"Let's not ruin this moment with chit-chat."

"That armor looks good on you. It would look even better on my floor." 

"This is true love. Do you think this happens every day?" 

"You have six different smiles. One for when you're angry. One for when you tear flesh. One for when you chew flesh. One for when you loot bodies. One for when you skin game. And one for when you want to kill something."

"Lady, from the moment I see you I... I did not expect to get this far."

"I'm tired of the same old bull."

"I've got big, soulful eyes, long eyelashes and a wet tongue. What more could a guy want?"

"Come over here, sailor."

"Wanna see some good clog dancing?"

"Hey. You into leather?"

"Free rides for the ladies."

"Hey. You work out?" 

"Are you comfortable with complicated machinery?" 

"I know, my natural beauty is intimidating."

"Arent'cha gonna axe me out?" 

"I won't bite you where it shows."

"You're the type I'd like to sink my teeth into!"

"Want some of my jungle love?" 

"You look pretty. Pretty tasty."

"I hope you're well rested. You're going to need your strength."

"Nice butt."

"I don't care that much about romance. I fell in love before and look what happened to me."

"I don't need to get funky. I'm already there."

"Are you staring at my rack?" 

"You know, high-altitude living does wonders for one's stamina. Allow me to demonstrate..."

"Trust me... I have experience at exploring deep places." 

"Beware the deep places... of my heart."

"Get as rough as you like. I've got a thick hide."

"You must be an alchemist, because we've got great chemistry."

"Last person to hit on me learned what "hitting on" really means."

"Just because I'm enjoying your company doesn't mean I don't also want to punch you."

"Before we go any further, I need to know... How high is your pain threshold?"

"Is your mother a fire elemental? Because you are smokin' hot!"

"No illusions here. Everything you see is real... very real."

"You must know magic too, because you just made everyone else in the room disappear."

"The stars have judged you, and found you... smokin' hot."

"Everything has its use. I could think of a couple for you." 

"It's lonely chasing my own tail. How about I chase yours instead?"

"You can visit my oasis anytime."

"Have you come to trade? Or did you have something else in mind?" 

"I could wander the desert with you all night. We'd freeze to death, but it would be worth it."

"I'll be the fox. You be the hound."

"I've always got a seat on my wagon for you."

"You could say I am a double threat... hexy AND sexy!"

"It does not take a love potion to win me over... but it couldn't hurt your chances."

"Other guys might put you on a pedestal, but I will put you atop a pyramid."

"Are you casting a spell? Because I have a fetish for you."

"I may stand upright, but I know how to get down."

"Those claws look heavy. How about you let me hold one?"

"I want to be the wind beneath your wings."

"You must be tired, 'cause you've been flying through my mind all day."

"One look at you, and my head is in the clouds."

"You bring the dungeon, and I'll bring the dragon."

"With you and me together, the sky's the limit."

"Careful... my kiss can melt your heart. Literally!"

"Breathe in... Breathe out... Go to your happy place... *inhales* Your happy place or mine? *exhales*"

"Quickly as you can, snatch the pebble from my hand... Great! Now, see if you can find where I hid the other pebble..."

"Oh, I've never done THAT before.. Uh... You're not doing it right..."

"Hey stranger. Buy a lady a drink? ... What? Just one? Seriously?"

"Let me show you my kung fu grip." 

"Yeah, I would tap dat keg." 

"Hey, hot stuff. Want to try breeding in captivity?" 

"Do you know kung fu? Cus your body is kickin'."

"Nice pants. What's the drop rate?"

"Hey gorgeous. Wanna try crane position? Oh no... For you, monkey style."

"I'd love to show you my Twisting Nether."

"I take on the powers of the demons I've killed. Did I tell you I've slain a whole army of succubi?"

"If you looked like me, you wouldn't wear a shirt either."

"Are you sure you're not part-demon? I find myself wanting to stalk you."

"I hope you like tattoos, because they're permanent. If you don't believe me, you could try rubbing them off."

"I've only got eyes for you, baby."

"You know, they do say love is blind."

"You. Me. Let's go. Now."

"Aren't you a handsome devil?"

"I'm looking for someone who can really soothe my inner demon."

"I can't seem to take my eyes off you."

"Are you sure you're not part-demon? Hmm...do you want to be?"

"You look good... I think."

#sunshine memes #sentence starters

[codename-freya]

First Meeting Sentence Starters. // accepting

❝The mailman delivered your package to my place again. Sorry about that.❞ /@thorneprincess

~*~ She’d opened her door, yawning, with a mug of coffee in one hand. Those normally vivid green eyes of hers were glazed over with exhaustion. Kaisa gave her friend a soft smile and nodded.

“No worries,” she replied and waved with her free hand, “are you sure you didn’t want to just come and visit with some coffee?”

Her grin was slightly teasing as she stepped back to allow Akiko to come in.

“I just brewed a pot if you aren’t busy.”

#~*~ down but not out ~*~ ic #ic answers #thorneprincess #v: tbd

[giggly-squiggily]

Are you still doing sentence requests? If so, I'd like to request lee Takeda and ler Ukai from Haikyuu with "I like a little pudge"

Heyo! This was a sentence starter sent in after they were closed, but the pairing plus the prompt was so cute, I couldn't resist turning it into a full dabble! Admittedly, it's a tad light on the actual tickles, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

CW: Body image, insecurity

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob,

Takeda never put much thought into his body. Beyond making sure his clothes were straight and his hair was neat, he rarely put much thought into the state of his figure.

After becoming the assistant coach for the volleyball team however, things somewhat changed.

Looking in the mirror now, he poked at the pudge forming around his torso, brows furrowing. He was always a little pudgy- life as a teacher meant he spent most of his days at desk grading papers and eating convenience store hot buns late into the night. A little chub never hurt anyone, he always said.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel insecure. Especially when his fiance was in great shape, keeping up with their boys during runs and even winning a few play matches against them.

To him, Ukai was like an olympian god.

And he…felt more like kirby.

“Oi, are you ready? We’ve got practice in an hour.” Ukai walked into their bedroom, shirtless with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “I can’t believe they're making us go all the way to the school in this weather- aren’t snow days a thing?”

“They are, if it’s snowing.” Takeda laughed weakly, suddenly feeling self conscious. He reached for his sweater, face burning when he caught Ukai watching him in the mirror. “I-I’ll be ready in a few.”

“Hm…” Ukai tilted his head curiously before tossing his toothbrush into a nearby mug. Takeda was about to say something about it when the blonde appeared before him, eyes watchful. “Takeda, what’s up? You seem uncomfortable.”

“What? No- no, I’m fine.” The shorter man laughed, waving his hands in what he hoped to be a “don’t worry about it” gesture. “I’m just, er-”

“Worrying about your appearance?” Ukai raised a brow. Takeda flushed.

“How long were you watching me?” The jig was up, he’d been caught. Feeling ashamed, he looked away, only to be blocked when Ukai gently guided his face back to eye level.

“Long enough to know you're unhappy.” He leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know what you're seeing that’s so bad, I love every inch of you.” He kissed his nose. “Everything from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.”

“Even…even my pudge?” Takeda asked, hands coming around his torso in a shield like manner. Ukai tsked before turning him around gently, hugging him from behind.

“I love your pudge.” Ukai smiled in his hair, hands coming around to gently vibrate against Takeda’s stomach, making him yelp with a giggle. “I think pudge is great. You're so soft to cuddle with! And it’s the cutest pudge ever!”

“Uuhuhuuhuhkahahhahai!” Takeda snorted, squirming in his lover's arms as the younger man carried on, listing all the things he liked about pudge while tickling the other breathlessly. “Yohohoohohu dohoohoohn’t need to gihihive a lihihiihihihist!”

“Of course I do! How else would you know I love you?” Ukai smiled, turning the other around so he could press their foreheads together, fingers worming over his ribs in a gentle dance. “For every one thing you don’t like about yourself, I’m gonna add another 30 to the list. Every single one is gonna be a reason why you’re special to me.”

“Yohohoohohur suhuhuhuhuch a sahhahahhhap!” Takeda wheezed, lightly punching the taller man’s chest.

“Heh, I have my moments.” Ukai grinned, finally easing his tickles before wrapping his arms around him, hugging him close. “But I mean it- every word.”

Takeda hid his face against a warm shoulder, trying to fight off the growing smile on his lips. “Hehehe…you really do…” He looked back up to Ukai’s warm expression, leaning up and kissing him softly. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime.” He rested his head on top of Takeda, rocking him back and forth gently. “Hmm…you think I should cancel practice today?”

“Do you think the boys would be upset?” Takeda mused, feeling suddenly sleepy.

Just as he said that, small snowflakes started raining from the sky, threatening to fall full force. Within an hour, the entire town would be snowed in.

“I don’t think they’d mind.” Ukai grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

I hope this was good!

#haikyuu!! #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #takeda ittetsu #ukai keishin #ukai x takeda #tw: body image #tw: insecurity #I wanted to keep this light and fluffy #I hope I succeeded #Also my first time writing for the pairing! #I hope you like it! :D

[born-to-be-mischievous]

“I would stay, but my ride is already outside, so…” @ithinkmyskullburns

Awkward One Stands Sentence Starters

Nat quickly turned her back, taking a quick second to keep her face neutral and pour herself a coffee before turning back to Johnny. Casually, she leaned on the counter, taking a sip from her mug. "Fair enough. See you around then hot stuff?"

#ithinkmyskullburns

[forgottnseccnd]

"I heard you crying, so I brought you some cocoa." ((@tertiusdecimusfilius))

supportive / protective vibes … sentence starters

Aurelius still wasn't used to it-- used to the little ways Guilliman would help out now that he's taken the helm.

His eyes were milky, unable to focus and often he had to wear a blindfold due to their sensitivity to such bright lights around the ship. It was hard for him to properly make his way around, but with the help of Nirisch, his own spear, and of course Guilliman, he was slowly learning over time...

... it just seemed to be that Guilliman had caught him during a moment of weakness.

It had been during his work, bringing his hands along the slightest of indents of old ink on paper as Nirisch would try to read out what it was that Aurelius wished him to read, the two of them working together to sort through paperwork, get acquisitions done, cross-reference... it was just hard to do that after being blinded by your Father's sheer presence. But during all the time he had been working a little on his own-- as Nirisch had to fetch something for him-- that the memories resurfaced.

The pain in his throat. The flooding of memories, the pain that he had inflicted upon him... Failure. Traitor. Hinderance. Weakness.

... and next thing he knew, he had been crying. Quiet little sobs, hushed, like a child not wanting to bring any attention to himself, hiccupping, hiding. His hand had been moved to hide his eyes, teeth clenched, wishing he had just put his helmet on and been done with it. Maybe use the bolts to silence himself like he used to when he was on the wall. But... then...

The scent of a sweet delicacy reached his nose, filling his lungs-- of cocoa and milk and marshmallows. Then, his head snapped up when he heard Guilliman's voice. He glanced around, worried, wishing it was just an illusion, but when his hand had very gently grazed Guilliman's shoulder, he squinted his milky eyes beneath his blindfold and mumbled, " ... Guilliman? " As always, using the more formal last-name basis now that he was Warmaster.

... He patted Guilliman. Once, twice. Yes, that was indeed him. He was there. He was not, in fact, blessed by the God-Emperor to cry by himself.

" ... t-thank you... Robu. " Aurelius finally mumbled after he was able to find his words, glancing away as his hands moved to cup the mug of hot cocoa, letting it warm his auramite hands. Warm... comforting... reminded him of his little hearth and home on Iskaarre.

" ... I will admit, I am embarrassed. I did not think you would hear me. "

#ask answered. #ic / in character. #the forgotten son // primarch aurelius augustus. #redeemed prince // warmaster verse. #ask to tag tw #tertiusdecimusfilius