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delicatebarness · 9 days

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i cant read your mind | chapter one

Summary: It has been six months since half the universe came back, six months since Steve left, six months since you lost Natasha, and three months since finding out the man you were sleeping with wanted to end it.

Warnings: MCU Spoilers. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier spoilers throughout.

Word Count: 1600

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A/N: I have watched TFATWS at least 6 times this week so I am prepared for this.

Tags: @blackhawkfanatic | @cjand10 | @wintrsoldrluvr | @missvelvetsstuff

As Sam addressed the crowd at the Smithsonian, you listened to his every word by Rhodey’s side. You let yourself laugh at the appropriate moments and fought back tears as your friend paid tribute to another. Your heart ached as you watched him pass on the shield, the symbol that guided you to become the best agent you could and more.

“I can’t do this,” you murmured almost inaudibly as you slipped away from the crowd, retreating to the quiet street. You steadied your thoughts, taking a few deep breaths. Retrieving your phone from your purse, you hesitated before dialing a number. “Come on,” you urged as the ringing persisted.

Disappointment washes over you as you realize there’s no answer on the other end, you stand there for a moment. Staring at your call lost, feeling the loneliness creep in as you see that none of your calls have been picked up. Taking another deep breath, you put your phone back and start walking. Each step is a deliberate effort to move forward.

While navigating the streets of Washington, your thoughts are focused on the events at the Smithsonian. The passing of the shield symbolized the end of an era for you. An era that had taken over her entire adult life.

You enter your quiet apartment and sink onto the couch. The weight of the day, flight, and lack of food were starting to seem heavier, you couldn’t bring yourself to get changed out of the formal black dress you had been wearing since half four that morning. You retrieved your phone from your purse once again, your fingers hovering over the screen as you debated whether to try calling again.

You knew it was getting late but you dialed the number again, heart pounding with anticipation. As the phone rang, you tried not getting your hopes up, but they were crushed when it went to voicemail.

Sighing deeply, you set your phone down as you got back up from the couch and made your way back out into the street. You were proud of yourself for not letting the tears spill down your cheeks.

The streets were quiet, and the soft glow of the streetlights offered a semblance of solace. With no destination in your mind, you wandered as the hunger gnawed at your stomach. Searching for a nearby restaurant for a late-night bite, you approached the diner you knew as Izzy.

Your heart lurched in your chest as you recognized the figure through the window, sitting opposite a woman, she seemed to be laughing at whatever it was he was telling her. Playing a game of Battleship and drinking. “Not like that’s going to affect him,” you thought as you took in the sight. For a moment, you stood frozen in place, the tears you previously held back now beginning to spill.

Once you were home and washed the day off of you, a hint of optimism rose from within you. Deciding to open yourself up to a new experience, you downloaded a popular dating app and uploaded all the photos of you in dresses that hugged your body just the way you loved. The way he once said should be for his eyes only. Swiping through profiles, it didn’t take long for you to come across someone who caught your eye, and match with them.

You exchanged messages for the rest of the night, at some point agreeing to meet for brunch the next morning.

Your date was waiting for you when you arrived at the cafe, a friendly smile lighting up his face. Exchanging greetings, he pulled out a chair for you and helped with your coat and bag. You thanked him, finding yourself relaxed in his company.

Settling into conversation, you shared stories, laughed, and began feeling a genuine connection. You hadn’t allowed yourself to truly feel this happy in three months, letting yourself let go of the weight that had been pressed into your chest for so long.

“Is that? Is that The Winter Soldier?” your date asked, his focus moving away from you and instead toward the entrance of the cafe. Turning your gaze over to where your date had been looking, it felt like time stopped as you looked into the eyes of a furrowing James Buchanan Barnes. His fist clenched under his leather gloves.

“Here we go,” you mumbled under your breath as you noticed him making his way over to you. With trembling hands, you reached for the glass of champagne that sat on the table in front of you. Tilting the glass back, you swallowed every last drop of it in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“I need to speak to you,” Bucky growled, his voice low and commanding as he towered over you. As much as you’ve wanted nothing more than to be around him for the last three months, you kept your gaze fixed on your date. “Now.”

“I’m on a date,” your tone even with a hint of defiance as you responded to the super soldier. You watched as the eyes of your date filled with fear and amazement.

“I can see that,” he replied dryly, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he gave your date a pointed look. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sensing the tension between you and Bucky.

“Whatever you have to say, it can wait,” your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I’m here with someone else,” you added emphasis on ‘someone else’ as you sensed him tense up beside you.

Your date cleared his throat, shooting a hesitant glance between you and Bucky. He spoke up, his tone polite but uneasy. “Perhaps I should… give you two some privacy?” He began to stand from the table, making his way over to the restrooms. Bucky quickly sat in the seat he had previously occupied.

Your gaze was ablaze with a mixture of hurt and frustration as you finally made eye contact with Bucky. “What do you want?” your voice trembled slightly.

Bucky couldn’t suppress the sarcasm that came from his tone as he looked over toward the restrooms. “Well, he seems like a real charmer,” his tone full of irony.

You shot him a disapproving look, eyebrows knitting together in a silent warning. “Again, what do you want?” Bucky looked back at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his hips. Rolling your eyes, you defended the man you had known for less than 12 hours. “He’s a nice guy,”

Leaning back in his seat, Bucky folded his arms across his chest as he sent you a knowing look. “If you say so,” he remarked. If it wasn’t for the dry and snarky tone, you’d have thought he was backing down. “And, I’m sure he can handle a doll such as you,” he continued while sending you a wink.

“Can’t you just go back to ignoring me like you have done for the last three months?” you sighed, picking up your fork and using it to move food around your plate.

“I saw the pictures you used for your little dating profile,” he glared at you when he noticed a smirk now taking place over your lips.

You shrugged nonchalantly and replied with a calm tone. “Yeah, and?”

His jaw tightened at your response, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Thought they were only for me?” he pressed.

Your expression softened, remorse flickering over your features as you looked back at him. “Things change,” you murmured, your voice tinged with regret. “I waited five years for you to come back, five years of not even knowing if you were coming back,” your voice quivered with emotion.

Bucky’s gaze softened, and he straightened his posture. “I know-” he began to speak but you cut him off before he could finish.

“No, Bucky, you don’t” you shot back at him, your voice rising with each word. “You couldn’t possibly understand what it was like, not know where you went, or if you were alive or dead, or if you’d even come back,”

His jaw once again clenched, “I waited over 90 years for you to come into my life,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion and vulnerability.

Your eyes widened at his admission, you were both surprised and in disbelief, “But yet, you only waited three months before jumping into bed with someone else,” you accused, voice thick with bitterness. “How was your night of Battleship, by the way?”

His hands balled into fists on top of the table, his voice raised to match yours. “Firstly, I didn’t sleep with her,” he retorted. “And secondly, what the fuck is this?” he gestures toward your date as he started to make his way back out of the restroom.

“I’m sorry,” your date now interrupts your conversation with Bucky as she makes his way back over to you. “I didn’t know you two are exes,”

“He’s not my ex!”

“She’s not my ex!”

Alone in the dimly lit apartment, you allowed yourself to have a moment to rest, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The weight of your date pressing down on your shoulders. Surprisingly, he asked for a second date. Once Bucky had left, he offered to take you out again another time. You happily agreed.

As you began to drift into a state of relaxation, the sound of the television caught your attention. “... it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”

“What the fuck?!”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #fatws!bucky x agent!reader #fatws bucky #fatws #fatws au

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berry-potchy · 9 months

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I went through my drafts and found this. I typed this during a moment of weakness for cliche chick flicks and fuckboy Miguel:

This is not edited and messy but I just wanted to share that I'm thinking about a very typical and silly high school coming of age romance setting with the popular broody bad boy x wallflower good girl except that Miguel is already so down bad for (obsessed with) good girl who btw is chubby and cute.

What's on my mind rn is kid Miguel and kid reader were childhood best friends/sweethearts. You were neighbors and your families were close. One day, for some reason you had to move away. This was maybe when you and Miguel were like 7. You were inconsolable during moving day and Miguel's poor little heart broke at the sight. He confessed to you then and asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes and you kissed him on the cheek and you guys hugged until your parents had to pry you off each other so you can leave. Your parents felt really bad that they had to separate you from your best friend and what they thought was pretend boyfriend but the move was a canon event.

You weren't able to keep in touch, you weren't able to make many friends in your new place either. Like you had friends but they kinda have their own separate friend groups that you're not a part of. You were kinda just there, mourning your loneliness. Growing up you always had that ugly feeling of missing out and the "what if I didn't move back then?" in the back of your head. But one day, you're already like what? Last year in high school? You get a notif on your IG that a Miguel liked a photo you posted from a few months prior (it's a rare photo of you wearing something that shows off of your curves and feeling it). It's odd. You've posted a lot more photos since then. You check the profile and it's your Miguel... but he grew up HOT. Tall, wide, jacked, but it's the same Miguel with the pretty brown eyes and dark loose curls that he now styles slicked back. You follow him thinking he won't notice because of all the pretty girls who comment on his pics but never get replied to. But he followed you back immediately and sent you a 'hey' on DM. You didn't know what to say at all so you just stared at it until he replied ':/' followed by 'see you soon. you better have something to say to me by then.'

Later that day your parents drop the bomb that you're moving back to your childhood home. Next to Miguel.

Not to get into too much plot I just really wanna think about Miguel welcoming back his girlfriend and wanting to make up for lost time which gets you super flustered by his advances and shamelessness. You can't quite tell if he's just teasing you about the girlfriend part but the flirting definitely feels for real.

Your parents telling you to keep the door open when he goes up your room to hang out and you get embarrassed, stuttering that you're not planning on doing anything sexual. Miguel however shrugs and goes "I wouldn't trust me in a room with you either. I would eat you up"

And during lunch at school you cant find a seat, you try to look for Miguel but the scary popular kids are flocking around him. He looks like he's so bored but perks up when he sees you walk by and grabs your wrist to make you sit with them. Some random girl mockingly goes "oh sorry there's no space for you here" and you feel humiliated. Miguel shuts her up with a glare and makes you sit on his lap. No one dares to speak up as he tries to feed you with the snacks from his tray. He's squeezing your thighs enjoying the feel of you on his lap while he goes "I remember you liking this (insert snack or boxed drink here) so I got you an extra one, chula"

There's really nothing else to this I just thought it was cute and had to share.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #potchy-thoughts #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #potchy-writes #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x female reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x chubby reader

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halcified · 4 months

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left some tags on @/ahmobbu's post here but wanted to expand over on it separately, particularly on this scene because this bit of dialogue during the teru and mob fight FASCINATES me

the thing is that teru... did this himself. he is the reason why mob is unconscious here, and, like ahmobbu's post points out, he also asks to move out alone. this is not a singular instance of pushing other people away. teru does this over and over and OVER. fighting mob here was as much as a show of power as it was a desperate act of selfishness, to find another esper his age who evaded claw and LIVED. mobs speech doesnt make it through to teru because teru, at this point (and arguably throughout the rest of the show), isn't able to view his life critically without falling apart. this kid is allergic to asking for help to the point where his apartment is torn to shreds and he (presumably) stays there overnight anyway. he figures out his city is being brainwashed and instead of turning to people he Knows could help him (like, you know, mob?) he fights psycho helmet himself and pays the price for it terus hyper-independence is as heartbreaking as it is because it WAS necessary. no adult has been reliable to him and that is why watching him demand that kageyama, the only other esper hes known, fight him is so telling; his life has demanded violence and its only when hes shown kindness in mob that things start to break apart. when he distances himself (particularly from his parents) he blames himself for it even when we can tell thats... Not really his fault and it only incriminates his parents further for acting so indifferent. but teru NEEDS to blame himself, needs to push kageyama, because if he can blame himself hes still in control of the situation. and this need for control is present everywhere-- he wants to be black vinegar's shadow leader, he wants to be part of claw's fall, he wants to help the awakening lab kids. teru is not content to sit by the sidelines, its just that post-mob, he (tries to) put that energy to good use. but... in this scene its different-- hes still blaming the world for everything but where it has Actually failed him. its only when hes standing over the only possible ally (and friend) he could've had, does he acknowledges his loneliness in the only way he knows how-- to someone who cant (or wont) hear it

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 meta #mp100 analysis #teruki hanazawa #image description in alt #text #Hiiii . are we still on the teru angst train

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oxymorayuri · 13 days

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Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

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! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ivan Imros

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

Stay tuned for the next Part babes <3

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#one piece #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #one shot ace #ace one piece #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace smut #portgas d ace one piece #ace x you

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thetriplets3 · 7 months

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whispering to each other + searching for the other’s hand in bed like theyre both tired but cant fall asleep (matt or chris x y/n or smt)

❝𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞

pairing: matt x reader (no defined relationship but mutual pining?)

warnings: brief mention of anxious thoughts, loneliness, depression, vague mention of suicidal wishes

a/n special thanks to @dwntwn-strnlo for editing this you’re the best and shoutout to whoever it was to color code dialogue i took that idea anyways enjoy 🍿

having my 3 best friends away on tour was hard enough but having a rough few weeks physically and mentally on top of that was really hard on me. since i've moved here i haven't really made any friends. parties, events, and crowded loud places aren't my thing which makes it hard to meet people. sure i've met people the odd time the boys dragged me out but i was never able to hold a conversation let alone willingly go up to people. which brings me to now.

the triplets asked if i wanted to come on tour with them but i was in the middle of the semester, the busiest time. so i've spent the past few weeks alone, only leaving when i had to work. it sucks having no one to be able to go do things with, to talk to, and to just be there.

mindlessly clicking through the stories of people i follow, just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts, my screen reveals the faces of the only people i wish i were with right now. my heart aches watching them have the time of their lives being able to explore places they always dreamed of and getting to show their personalities on stage. don't get me wrong i'm beyond happy for them and how successful they’ve become the last few years, but i just wish i were with them. quickly hearting matt’s story of him posing in front of the bean in chicago, i drop my phone beside me and get under my covers, curling up. he seemed so happy being on tour.

i lie there, thoughts wandering, and tears gently flowing as i realize how truly alone i am. my thoughts are disrupted when i feel my bed softly vibrate. lazily rolling over, i grab my phone only to be met with a text from the person i yearned for the most. matt.

heyyy look who’s alive!

where’ve ya been it’s been a while since any of us heard from you?

you doing okay?

unfortunately i've been busy, midterm term time sorry edited

i’m fine

looks like tour’s fun, you look happy

unfortunately? please take time for yourself too you can only do so much if you’re not at your best

you’ll do great on them don’t overwork yourself love

it’s a blast seeing new places, meeting new people, i just wish you were here

shoot i forgot you can see what the other person edited

i was kidding. i’ll try

i wish i was there i miss you but it makes me happy seeing you be successful

we’ll be home before you know it i miss you too

and with that i turn my phone off for the night and bury myself under my covers in a desperate attempt to shut my brain off from thinking things it shouldn't. as the hours passed i tossed more and more not able to fall asleep, stay asleep and get comfortable. peeking at my clock to see the glowing 6:44am, i roll over shoving my face into my pillow and let out an unnecessarily loud groan. seeing no point staying in bed just to not be able to sleep i pad my way to the living room, claiming it my spot for the day. i put on a random season of the office to fill the silence and loneliness that i've sadly become used to. having seen the office far too many times, it's become a comfort background show, making it easy for me to fall asleep.

i accidentally ordered a package to your house from the last time you used my amazon prime to order something. it says it’s been delivered could you just put it aside for me? have a good day

staring at my phone i reread matt's text a few times, my mind still fuzzy and confused thanks to my lack of sleep. finally understanding it after the 5th time, i wrap my blanket around my body and trudge over to the door to pick it up. opening the door and checking the ground for a package i'm met with beat up air forces instead. startled, my head whips just to confirm it's who i thought it was.

matt.

all the loneliness, emptiness, sadness, yearning to see you hit me at once, a wave of tears overcame me as i engulf you in a hug nearly sending you and i to the floor. no words have been spoken, there's no need to. i immediately bury my head into your chest, your one hand coming to cradle my head as the other holds me securely to your body. we stay like this for a few minutes before you slightly pull away grabbing my hands and placing them around your neck, sneaking a quick peck to my cheek as you do so. your hands snake around my waist and gently lift me, bringing both of us into my house. closing the front door we make our way to the living room sitting on the couch turning to face each other.

god i missed you. today was our last day of tour but we were gonna stay there and explore the city for a few days but i couldn’t wait any longer i needed to see you. i was worried about you and couldn't bare the thought of being away for another second.

i missed you more. things haven’t been right since you guys left

like what?

it feels stupid to say out loud but ive felt so alone. like i have no one other than you guys and that makes me feel so pathetic that i rely on you guys so much. i haven't been able to sleep that much my mind just won't shut up i kept thinking about you guys and worrying about something bad happening to you it's stupid i know. heavily sighing i roughly wipe my face drying the tears that i tried so desperately to not let fall.

hey what did we talk about? every thought and feeling is valid they’re not stupid don’t say that.

you stand and offer me your hand and lead me to my room where we crawl into bed. you pull me as close to you as you possibly can. my head on your chest with my arm loosely draped across your body, your cotton shirt carelessly balled up in my hand. your arms wrapped around my torso like your life depended on it. god i missed this

i’m here now okay? everything’s okay, i’m okay, my brothers are okay, nothing happened to us. we’re not going anywhere for a while and when we do your coming with us. and don’t try and say you won’t be able to because of school, you’re coming no matter what. i can’t go that long without you, nothings the same

i won’t put up a fight i don’t want to do this again this was horrible being alone for so long. i missed being in your arms, feeling like nothing bad will ever happen because i have you here

as you place a gentle kiss to the top of my head a comfortable silence falls over us and we bask in this moment of being in each others arms again. my eyes grow heavy but my body is still fighting sleep like it has for the past few weeks

you can sleep now i’m here i’m not going anywhere i promise. i love you so much sweet girl

with the hushed tone of your voice and gentle pecks on my forehead, i feel my body grow heavier with sleep. i blindly reach my hand around searching for yours which you seem to pick up on what i wanted, placing your hand on mine and give it a squeeze once and a while letting me know you're right there.

goodnight sweet girl. i’m right here

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs

(i can’t remember who it was but i saw someone color coded the dialogue and that makes it so much easier to read so shoutout to you if it was you)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF AUGUST 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Drabble Request || @simp-4-jm🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ "I won't hurt you", "I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine's mine." & "could they make you feel this good ?"

My Love Is Here || @solemnreads🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

New Guy || @kithtaehyung🔞✅

↳ all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he?

Distant Affection || @soobszzn💕✅

↳ doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

Every Side Of You || @folkookie97🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook is a devil when he's fucking you and an angel when he's out of bed. You need his aftercare just like you need his tattooed arm choking you so hard.

Late Night Drive || @trina864🔞💕✅

↳ You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love.

Bunny Talk || @woncon💕💔✅

↳ your hybrid is acting strange lately. When you're not enough to help, you call Seokjin over to check on Jungkook. The diagnosis is shocking.

Temporary Home || @lovelyglares💕💔✅💯

↳ Jin decides after months of peer pressure and arguments from his friends- to finally decide to adopt a hybrid to help diminish his loneliness and grief. He meets you, whom cant be adopted but he decides to try to foster you. Everything changes when you arrive. Suddenly, Jin’s unsure about the ‘temporary placement’ now. (this is a oneshot but i hope the author decides to do a series later on because i need some more seokjin fics)

(Un)Natural Instincts || @bangtanflirt💕💔🔄💯

↳ You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Bangtan's Receptionist || @wooataes💕💔✅

↳ Bangtan’s contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.

Collateral || @theharrowing🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Perks Of Being A Househusband || @sunnebeam💕🔄💯

↳ the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

Ramen Bullets || @flowerwrites06💕💔✅💯

↳ Yoongi had been good at avoiding conversations regarding commitment because of his career. Until his career forces him to face his own reality.

Hard Liquor || @chateautae🔞✅💯

↳ your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

Lace & Luxury || @kooktrash🔞💕✅💯

↳ Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

Only Her || @tbtssstuff🔞✅

↳ Kim Taehyung and his twin brother V always shared everything with each other. Food, clothes, and the love of killing. No one ever understood them until they move to Seoul and meet y/n, the pretty barista at the coffee shop down the road. Now they had to have you in their lives and no one could stand in their way.

Secrets We Keep || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you?

Somebody Does Love || @bloomjoonie💔✅💯💯

↳ You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Tricks Of The Trade || @stutterfly🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

Cool With You || @kooktrash🔞💕💔✅

↳ your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

For You || @fruitmins🔞💕✅

↳ Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls you for..

Gym Bunny || @bebejungkook🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

Kitty Brew || @hyukaslvr💕✅💯

↳ one of your favorite places was a kitty cafe in your town, your favorite place for a reason. yoongi, or as your roommate calls him ‘cat boy’, has been catching your eye every since you’ve went there for the first time. only going to the cafe for him, and the cute cats they have there ofc, when will you get the guts to actually talk to the boy beside telling him your coffee order everyday?

Made-Up Love Song || @floralseokjin🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

The Taste Of Sin || @shadowkoo🔞💔✅

↳ Following his sister's passing, Taehyung faced a daunting battle within himself, one where he eventually succumbed to the enveloping shadows that gripped his soul. Your task is to free him from the clutches of the black magic that now consumes him. The only problem? He doesn't want to be saved.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts strangers to lovers au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts hybrid au #bts mafia au #bts established relationship au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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cupidbread · 3 months

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DEVOTED

ANAKIN SKYWALKER X DROID! FEMALE! READER

Warnings: Smut. Sub! Anakin. Master kink. Droid!Reader.

ANAKIN has been keeping something from Obi Wan. The feeling of loneliness and desire that calls to him every night, but as a Jedi he is prohibited from acting on those urges. Which is why he came up with a solution, Anakin has always had a knack for repairing and creating droids since he was little, this skill is of great use in this situation.

He hissed in pain as a wire lightly electrocuted his pinky. After some hard work and sweat, he twists the screwdriver one last time and switches the droid on impatiently.

"Commencing project R0-3E" the droid comes to life and blinks.

"Whoa..." he lets out a gasp of disbelief.

"Assessing... Anakin Skywalker. Booting completed. What would you like me to do, master?" That sent a rush of blood straight to his cock. Master, huh.

"You've programmed me to be anything and do anything you want, Master. Say the word and I am a slave at your feet." She whispered seductively. His skills truly are impressive if she learns this quickly, he thinks.

"Undress. Get onto the bed for me." He commanded, loving the fact that he was in charge for once, not Obi Wan or the Council.

"As you wish sir." R0-3E purred. She crawls onto the plush bed, showing off her round ass with such fatness, you wouldn't guess she was a droid. He unbuckles his pants like a desperate teenager and crawls in behind her.

"Fuck... I've had dreams of you, sweetheart. No one can take you from me now, no one will have to know. You're mine and mine only aren't you?" He breathes stroking his thick cock from behind her.

"Yes Master..." He groans.

"Master, I like the sound of that, I'm gonna make u scream it tonight, until you're too dumb to do anything but bounce on my cock, yeah?" R0-3E whimpers in pleasure of his words.

The automated lube inside her is released at the sense of lust in the air, making her cunt wet.

"This might hurt baby, just hold on for a bit huh" He muttered, drunk on lust. Brain fogging up making up unable to think of anything but her... He quickly shoves his thickness into her, whimpering at the sudden warmth and wetness.

The Jedi thrusts deeper into her, hands gripping her hips, as he uses her moans and mewls as fuel to go faster.

Anakin feels pathetic, desperately rubbing himself into her, mumbling nonsense while the room fills with moans from her and him. Bodies tangling with sloppy thrusts.

"M'gonna cum, m'gonna..." His eyes roll back as he falls onto the bed, thrusts never stopping, pulling the woman droid onto him.

"That fast? I never took you for such a pathetic desperate man, unable to even satisfy a droid, thank heavens you've never encountered a real woman interested in you." R0-3E smirks, finding his lust and stamina increase at her words.

"S-stop it. I'm in charge." He struggles out while she rides him like it's the last thing she'll ever do.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you're laying under me, as if you're nothing but a toy for my pleasure? You want to be used like this. You've always craved it, you're just a disgusting man in need of some attention you never got." She chuckles, knowing he is so close to tipping over the edge.

"P-please... I c-cant-" He shoots out ropes inside of her mechanized body. Tears are falling down his face due to the overwhelming pleasure he's never experienced before.

The droid comes to a stop and strokes his hair while he overcomes his pleasure.

"Aren't you pretty when you cry..." she whispers, a mind full of an unknown feeling her processors can't recognize.

His eyes snap to hers in pure vulnerability, "Can we just lay here a bit?" He trembled.

"Oh of course, Master. Anything you want." R0-3E lays next to him, his head moves onto her artificial breasts.

He traces her droid number, tattooed into her waist. "R0-3E sounds rather complicated, don't you think?" he sighs.

Before she gets to respond, "I think I'm gonna call you Rose. Goodnight Rose."

Just like that, he dozed off peacefully. Which was pretty funny to Rose, humans are strange like that she concluded, but rather lovely.

This was my first time writing and I KNOW IT SHOWS but please do interact sweethearts, it would mean the world to me.

My first post being a smut fic for Anakin Skywalker was not what I expected HAHA

Thank you,

Cupid xx 💋

#anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #anakin x fem reader

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sunnnfish · 5 months

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oh my GOD where do I begin. Uhhhmmm. Okay. So Love & Passion is a chapter is the Sasaki and Miyano: First Years novel. Every chapter in that book is from a different characters perspective, and Love & Passion is from Tashiro’s POV. It is mostly about tashiros first year of high school and his joining of the ping pong club. Here look at the cover illustration

Going under a cut now due to exceeding length.

So like. There’s like. A Lot. Certifiably. Especially if you’re a tashiro enthusiast like me. Phenomenal characterization and narration that is usually very fun and lighthearted and tashiro-esque!

Gonzaburo Tashiro, first-year. At the moment, I’m facing an insurmountable barrier.

^ First lines of the chapter. He’s continuously very silly and like. Dramatic narrator. Yknow.

And such a personality lends itself to awfully poignant lines of crippling sincerity and simplicity that make me bawl my eyes out.

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

But of course tashiro doesn’t exist in a void to we have our delightful cast of his dear friends and acquaintances! Middle school bestie shirahama, who gets him into This Whole Mess (I’ll get to that later). Dearest Hanzawa Masato, who he makes various umh. Comments about.

“Game, set!” announced the referee, a second-year.

Man, he sounds so cool saying that.

…

As I stood there, drooping mentally and physically, I was approached by the guy who had refereed our match—the club’s vice president, Hanzawa.

And last but CERTAINLY not least. Dearest dearest previous president of the ping pong club!!!!

There he is. The saulty little binch on the right.

And if you’re wondering why we call him that. Well. He’s never given a name. Ha ha! But he has such a presence. The way he speaks and moves and looks feels so intentionally intense and like. designed. He’s so on purpose. Makes me wonder if we’ll ever get a spinoff of hanzawa masato[GETS SHOT] ha ha sorry who said that. Anyways

Dearest previous president (prev pres for short) and hanzawa torment poor tashiro. Endlessly. From the moment he joined the club—which was kind of an accident (he and shirahama joined just to check it out but eventually wanted to quit, but to quit you had to win a ping pong match. Shirahama won his match against a newbie easy peasy. Tashiro got matched up against the president of the club himself. Obviously couldn’t win and thus forced to join the club permanently)—from the moment he joined the club, prev pres and hanzawa are like. All over him. Obsessed with him. He tries to skip practice but both of them come drag him out of him classroom to come practice.

But despite his desire to not really be there, he takes club so seriously. He’s so sincere about it. He knows everyone else there is really passionate about ping pong so he cant let himself be the odd man out and rain on everyone’s parade. And this paradox—being so avoidant of the club but coming to care about it and bond with other members—really catches the eye of dearest prev pres.

“I thought Tashiro’d be spoiling for a fight, but he isn’t. That’s what makes him a genius worthy of my inner circle. Remember that, Hanzawa, ‘cause when I graduate, you’re gonna be the next club president.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I think that guy might be a good successor to you!”

Dearest tashiro overhears this and promptly realizes the two freaks he’s met will not let him out of this. Ever. But he tells himself he’ll decline the offer. Surely they’ll find “someone more appropriate. Someone more serious about the club, maybe.”

And this is what like. Gets to the heart of this chapter. Love & Passion. AND REALLY QUICK touching on the fact that all the other chapters are named in ways that refer to specific characters. They’re all in pairs, and the chapter cover art reflects that too. She & Kuresawa. Miyano & Kuresawa. Sasaki & Miyano. Senior & Junior. SO IT MAKES YOU THINK. Who is love and who is passion. Anyways Tashiro meets and knows these various people around him and they’re all so passionate about what they do and what they like. Shirahama ends up joining the basketball club and gets really into it. Miyano and kuresawa are passionate about their books and clubs. Hanzawa and previous president are passionate about ping pong. Tashiro is passionate about… ? he doesn’t really know.

We so rarely know what other people’s passions are.

“Are you into anything, Tashiro?” Ms. Toyoda asked, and I flinched.

“Uh, me? I dunno. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.” I racked my brain for anything I might be passionate about, but nothing came to mind.”

Later in the chapter he participates in a ping pong tournament and its like. He’s like the rush of it all and cheering for him teammates and stuff but. He doesn’t cry like everyone else when he loses.

Still, when I saw players from other school practically weeping when they lost, I couldn’t help wondering: What made them so different from me? I didn’t have the passion within me to cry when I lost.

Maybe that’s what real passion looks like. What did I have, then?

…

But something held me back, a sense that ‘passion’ was reserved for something you really, truly loved. Something you couldn’t replace, couldn’t even dream of giving up.

Ping-pong isn’t exactly the hill I would die on. But then again…

And he kinda goes through this arc where its like. Im not passionate about this like everyone else. But it has given me a goal to work towards.

And amidst all that We also get into what tashiro gets up to outside of school. Namely, he frequents a bath house where hes become the grandchild of all the old people that also frequent the place. And he also practices ping pong with his new grandpas, because he totally doesnt care about ping pong. He just. Wants to win. So he can beat the president and leave. Yeah thats it.

But he never does get around to beating the president before he has to graduate. Queue the moment that makes me the most insane

“So you’re never coming back, President?” I said.

“I ain’t President anymore.”

“Not the point! I haven’t beat you yet…” I clenched my fists, a yawning, lonely feeling of loss opening within me.

“Ahh. You mean the thing about getting to quit if you win? The next president’ll keep that promise. Dont’ you worry.”

“What?”

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

The new president—in other words, Hanzawa.

This like. Special relationship hes had with the president. This game of cat and mouse remains unfulfilled. And he feels loss and he feels lonely about it. But at the same time he can renew that relationship with Hanzawa. And it suddenly doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. And its the simplicity and bluntness of this whole exchange is what really sells it—tashiro is not particularly eloquent. He’s brash and blunt but extremely observant. And thats reflected in his chapters. He recognizes the ways other people interact with the world and their expressions and language. And its so like. Factual to him. It is the way it is. And that observancy is applied to himself too. This feels lonely. Oh. This doesn’t feel lonely anymore. But he doesnt necessarily have the self-reflection to understand why he feels certain things. Anyways.

And amidst all THAT theres these few moments where he gets this really weird adjacency to queerness. Like. If i had a nickel for every moment he asked about queer people, id have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its strange it happened twice.

First one:

Miyano’s hobby was man-on-man romance comics. I sometimes wondered about that (like, even though he’s a guy?),

Second one, where hes relaxing in the bathhouse common area and is listening to the old ladies talk about yuri.

Finally, I asked, “What’s yuri?”

“You don’t know? It’s stories of love between girls!”

“Huh, Haven’t heard of that one before…” I guess Ms. Toyoda and her friends had been into reading that sort of thing many years ago, and now their interest was being rekindled thanks to their grandchildren. “I didn’t realize women liked stories about girl-on-girl love, too…”

And its like. ITS NOT MUCH I KNOW. But it really is so weird it happened twice. Why did author Hachijo Kotoko do this. What does it mean. AND THEN IT ALL COMES BACK TO THE TITLE. Love & Passion.

I may not have that burning love that Miyano or Ms. Toyoda have, I thought.

Like. Specifically calling out the love miyano and Ms. Toyoda have. For queer stories. It sits so strange with me. Oddly meaningful but i dont know what it means.

Anyways. There’s also a really good shirahama and tashiro moment that i could get into but. I wont. Yet.

Anyways again. All that writing and i feel like i haven’t even touched on everything. Did not talk nearly enough about hanzawa’s presence but like. It’s very specific and hard to explain. But i also have an incessant desire to just quote like the entire chapter. So just go try to read it if you can. I unfortunately don’t know of any sources online but who knows. The book also has a second tashiro pov chapter so like. Cannot recommend it enough. I love tashiro gonzaburou so so much. He’s everything to me. Peace and love on planet tashiro.

#sasaki to miyano #tashiro gonzaburou #sasaki and miyano: first years #sasaki and miyano #Love & Passion #sunnfish.hzsr #sunnfish.txt #sunnfish.ask

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bigassmoth · 7 months

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Haarlep thoughts that veer into yandereish territory: nsfw. (They/them used for harleep)

-they were attracted to your soul before they even saw your body

-part of this attraction is just wanting what raphael wants- stealing it

-but harleep genuinely wants to coddle and coo at your sweet flickering light

-as well as drag you into sweet depravity

-when they see you for the first time they really cant help licking their lips. Of course they had already planned on spreading their legs for you but just your image gets him to half mast

-they are able to convince you to bed with them for assistance. You send your companions away, how cute and quaint

-theres drool escaping from the corners of their mouth when he sees you undressed

-they begin to explain through the forms they can please you with- but you stop them with a hesitant look of disgust

-"I dont want to be with someone who looks like Raphael"

-its so wonderfully refreshing and novel that Haarlep gets fully hard

-it will take them time to undo the various spells and enchantments that have been placed

-in the meantime they take your bare body and make you ride their thigh. Hands on your hips forcing you to grind against them at a steady pace

-lots of coos of encouragement to hold onto them and bury your face into their neck and chest

-they let out a sigh of relief when they are fully themselves again, and with a face of their own pull you into a kiss

-forcing you to continue humping their leg while they practically pry your mouth open so that your drool can intermingle with theirs

-believe it or not haarlep is holding back quite a bit. This is the first time in a while they have felt actual desire so they are very needy

-you taste so good that they want to keep you in their bed forever. You would look wonderful in dainty gold chains

-they move you so youre grinding against their cock and they play with the front of your sex

-lots and lots and lots of praise about how adorable, sweet, and precious you are

-they make you cum on their cock before slipping inside

-surprisingly swallows your moans or shoves your face in the pillows. Haarlep has realized that this may be the last time they get you to themselves and they dont want anyone else to see or head you

-seriously considering sneaking you into the house of hope, or convincing raphael to let them be your keeper

-afterall you wont be damaged if you are kept in haarleps bed

-even though raphael is only interested in getting fucked by himself, haarlep thinks you could be an exception. And while they hate raphael, he could be used to keep you close

-rocking their cock hard into you and now fully shoving their tongue in your ear. They have you pinned, no matter how much you squirm or whine you cant escape any part of them

-so focused on enjoying being inside of you, haarlep forgets to mark up your body

-they feel full in more ways than one. They feel warm and powerful. The deal was that they cum inside of you once, so they edge themselves as much as possible. Wring everything they can out of your pliant body until they physically cant restrain their orgasm

-even after they want to keep you in bed, wrap you in silk and feed you fruits and spoonfuls of yogurt. They want to lick the cum out of your hole and then lick away your overstimulation tears

-you can feel their possessiveness and loneliness in the way they continue to chase kisses from you while they hips twitch

-haarlep is thankful, you are so exhausted that you allow them to hold you against their chest while you sip water. And even better, when they cleaned you and your legs jerked from the stimulation of the cloth against your sex- you didnt complain

-"ah you wonderful gift. You would take everything I could offer, wouldnt you? You would whine and pout but still open your legs as soon as I demanded it. I hope I haunt your dreams, darling. I dont want you to ever approach another, not after this. I have ruined you for anyone else" (<- that last part is a desperate attempt to manipulate you into thinking youre as obsessed with haarlep as they are with you)

-they help you but will be scheming for ways to get you back into their bed- your freedom be damned

#haarlep #bg3 #haalep smut #bg3 smut

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hanasnx · 3 days

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regarding this: (https://www.tumblr.com/hanasnx/748349244024471552/which-ones-your-boyfriend-which-ones-your-side?source=share)

not a fully formed idea, just what came to mind when reading your post

bro, BABY DADDY SATORU where he's pining to get you back, but you've been talking to this single dad (toji) and your kids just get along so well (you probably met bc of the kids, maybe they go to the same preschool or something) so you're spending more time w/him and you feel something there, you feel like this may be your chance to finally move on from satoru. but satoru sees little snippits and glimpses of you and toji together, like coming to pick up your kid from the park, you and toji are there laughing away as the kids play on the playground, and satoru is just fuming seeing you laugh and smile at his old rival. so satoru ramps up his doting baby-daddy ways, trying to show you without actually saying it but he wants you back bad, even more now that toji is in your life. his confidence and ego aren't used to taking a hit like this and it drives him MAD. but toji, i could see him only being moderately interested, or even worse, doing it just to get on satoru's nerves because he could use the entertainment. sure toji likes your company, but he doesn't want anything serious. until he finds himself getting more and more competitive for your attention. FUCK the back and forth between these two has so much potential

— link.

sid we’re like this ✌️🤞

i loved this idea, i would go back in my inbox periodically to read it bcos i enjoyed it so much. i asked the question and by god you answered. you fulfilled. beautiful, just beautiful.

satoru trying to get you back (playing the long game, easing you into it) at the same time you and single dad toji are hitting it off. toji spends more time with his son now that he knows a hot mom is around watching him, and he’s got no idea the baggage you have with your baby daddy. not that he minds a little competition.

like you said sid, he gets competitive and he does it to get on sato’s nerves. god it’s all so juicy. satoru uses any opportunity to hammer it in that he was the one that got you pregnant, and toji loves to remind him how much more active he is in sato’s son’s life than satoru ever was. toji’s helping your kid make arts and fucking crafts just to prove a point.

toji’s also more accessible to you. he’s a freelancer in work, his ex is the breadwinner so toji spends a lot of time with megumi who spends time with your son etc it all works out. whereas satoru has responsibilities that free up every other weekend for his son. it boils his blood that he can’t be there more often to keep an eye on you when toji’s so obviously preying on your isolation and loneliness. cant you see he’s just trying to protect you? no other personal stake in it ofc.

love the fact it rly rakes on satoru’s otherwise impenetrable ego. not used to feeling these feelings when he’s so spoiled.

great ask. loved it loved it loved it.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#purple-obsidian #ch: toji x reader x satoru #toji fushiguro prompt #satoru gojo prompt #[🃏]

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druidshollow · 7 months

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I'm so curious about Fires now, do you have any fun facts on that little malfunctioning thing?

( @bleedingtooth so u also get a ping lol)

looks like its time for a FIRE POOOOST

as per usual and since i havent shared much about him yet im gonna drop some fast facts real fast

(at the moment im having a bit of a crisis with the timeline so some dates are subject to change and shift around. originally fire was going to be older and i cant remember if id mentioned that yet or not but whats in this post is whats accurate cool thanks for understanding)

everlasting fire was the creation of flowers (as admin) and descent (as project lead). when they graduated from the school of solutions they were endorsed by a high councillor and allowed to develop their own iterator project. young and ambitious, the two were elated to have the honour and determined to do well with it. flowers in particular was intent on impressing his peers and superiors, and developed a new genetic code that would form the iterator's microbe structure much quicker, making the construction of fire move much faster than normal. his peers were quite impressed. top scientists of the iterator project overlooked the code, but none spotted its fatal error, and it was allowed to be used to construct fire.

the problem with this code is that the taboo buffers are built into the iterator's genetic structure, and in this rushed development, a few microbes didn't properly grab onto the taboo laws. it was a small error but was unfortunately enough for fire's emotional outburst and impulsivity to overcome the taboo laws built into him, even if just for a moment.

artist's rendition of everlasting fire's microbes

to understand WHY fire attacked descent we have to understand the kind of guy fire was!!!

like i stated earlier, fire was very young by iterator standards when we was shut down. he was immature, impulsive, and a bit quick-tempered by nature.

deep down he struggled with feelings of loneliness (running theme much) and envy. fire wanted to feel like a part of society but the iterators were so alienated from their colonies and creators. he grew embittered over time by his desire for freedom.

the attack was really a wrong place at the wrong time situation. it was the minor cycle after a large festival (always a hard time for fire), and descent had been alone with fire in his chamber, talking to him about the festivaal and what she'd done during. his emotions welled up, having never had a real outlet, and in combination with his poor impulse control and his malfunctioning taboo buffers it culminated in fire using his gravity powers to apply crushing force to descent.

i think it was a moment of blind rage, that fire wasn't even fully aware of what he was doing. he just snapped and lashed out at the closest thing, that unfortunately being descent.

flowers shut fire's power off right as fire started to come back to himself. later, before his shut-down, fire was briefly powered back up to be questioned. he expressed confusion, fear, and mortification at what he'd done, and couldn't comprehend how it had happened. he was beyond remorseful and terrified of himself.

fire was consequentially demolished. flowers helped design the creatures that were employed to carry out the demolition in return for keeping his position of power in the aftermath of his mistake

#oc posting #rain world oc #iterator oc #rw ancient oc #druid draw #fire #descent #sequential #blood #ask to tag #i really like this funny guy #guy post

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the-kingofdoritos · 6 months

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Llwch ar yr aelwyd - mechanisms fanfiction

There were only the two of them left. Only two Mechanisms left. Just Brian and The Toy Soldier.

The others had all left, died or had gone missing without a trace. It had been horrible, but after a milenia Brian had gotten used to it. He had almost gotten used to the overwhelming loneliness that penetrated through his whole brass body. Even with the toy soldier as company, it just made him miss the others even more. He knew it was almost his time.

And so he had decided to land the Aurora on a small planet in the middle of nowhere. It was warm, there were flowers, and it was very pretty. And a nice place to spend his last day alive. The toy soldier had the good idea to go and watch the sunrise, as it seemed to realise what Brian was about to do.

And so they find an old battered blanket, it's covered in blood (Jonnys) and what seem to be a few other substances, and it smells familiar. They end up sitting down on that to watch the sunrise one last time.

“It's very beautiful isn't it, old chap?” the toy soldier pipes up. It's sitting cross legged, its wooden arms perched on either of its knees. The permanently painted smile seems much more downcast than usual.

“It is,” Brain agrees, though he doesn't look away from the sky to answer it’s question.

The sky is bathed in a bright orange, yellow, dark blue and a plethora of colours that seem too vibrant to be real. The sun peaks up from behind a dull mountain rage. He can't help but think that jonny and tim would complain about how boring it would be to watch a sunrise, but how they wouldn't move and would lay there in the grass next to him, small smiles on their faces.

How ashes would compare it to a raging fire.

How Marius would be playing his violin, one he would have pulled out of thin air.

How Raphaella would be trying to explain the scientific reason for a sunrise, and how the sky’s colours changed and other scientist things.

How ivy would be reading a book, not even listening or watching the others. But she would remark that the sky is incredibly pretty, and how she wished he had done something like this before.

Brian wished he could cry, but Carmilla hadn't given him tear ducts. At one time he was incredibly grateful for this, but now it just seems like a cruel joke. He can't even cry about his friend's family’s death.

He wishes they had more time. But he knows that would be cruel. None of them were ever truly happy, and they hadn't been since Nastya left. She almost seems like a fever dream now, and Brian can't say he even remembers much about her. And that hurts, stings and breaks his human heart.

“Toy soldier,” he speaks with a wavering voice, one of the only ways he can show emotion.

“Yes Brian?” it asks.

“Can… Can I have a hug?” he whispers it, because if he speaks any louder he will break down into ugly sobs. And then jonny would make fun of him because it would be a waste of a perfectly good morning.

“Of course you can,” its wooden arms wrap around his brass body, and he leans into it. Carmilla did put in nerves, and for that he is grateful. He cant feel temperature though, but if he could he knows the toy soldier is wooden and would be quite cold.

And there the two last Mechanisms stay, wrapped up in each other's arms.

The sun is gracing the sky with its brightness by the time either of them move.

Going back onto the cold and silent starship, back onto the Aurora who had stopped responding to them when Nastya had left. It almost feels like a deathwish, but Brian nor the Toy Soldier hesitate when entering the ship one last time. It feels like one last goodbye. And Brian knows it's the end.

That night, the airlock is open and waiting for him. A cup of tea on a table by it. His heart swells with joy for one last time as he drinks the warm beverage. He doesn't see the toy soldier, but he knows the tea is its way of saying goodbye. He can't think of what will happen to it when he’s gone, because that would be cruel.

The airlock is familiar, it's cold, and it's his death. And for one final time, he feels warm. And then it's gone as the coldness of space digs into his brass skin freezing him from the outside in as he completes the cycle. One last time.

The first mechanism died in space, and so did the last one. He became a mechanism in the vast coldness of space and ended his time as a mechanism in the vast coldness of space. The cycle is complete, one last time.

~He's not for heaven, nor yet for hell~

~Lost in the cosmos, Lonely~

#the mechanisms #drumbot brian #the toy soldier #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #angst #why did i write this #the mechanisms fanfic #death to the mechanisms #jonny d'ville #ashes o'reilly #gunpowder tim #tw death #all the characters are just mentioned (besides brian and ts)#i miss these fuckers soooo much

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i need to know whats the most embarrassing thing lacy has found in eddie’s room and vice versa! (and ronnie too actually, cant forget our queen)

god this is so near and dear to my heart you have no idea

first thing, the overarching constant motif with this little non-throuple is whenever one of them leaves the room, they yell to the other, “DON’T SNOOP!” and naturally they immediately begin snooping.

eddie’s is the thick manila folder detailing (heavily detailing) the life and times of his fictional tiefling girlfriend who is named finore aurora. finore aurora. one more time i’m gonna give that to you, finore aurora. say that out loud. five times fast. that’s diabolical, eddie.

how does lacy know she’s his girlfriend? well, there are several longhand accounts of him dancin’ and romancin’ this creature which, though genuinely quite moving and beautifully written (and dirty!), make her feel like she is losing her mind. kind of out of jealousy, a little bit. so oftentimes, when she’s in a shitty mood, she’ll hit eddie with a little, “i don’t know, why don’t you go ask finore aurora, asshole?”

lacy’s took some digging to find because she’s an expert in the art of squirrelling herself away. but deep deep deeeeep under her bed is a shoebox with a little tape recorder. and in that tape recorder is a tape, which features lacy doevski… pretending to be interviewed. like she’s on dick cavett. like she’s on johnny carson.

eddie only got as far as lacy saying that, “no, i like being on tv… as long as it’s not my job. i like being on tv, it makes me feel like an american. it’s like owning a car,” before he heard her footsteps and he had to slip the tape in his back pocket because there was no way he wasn’t sparking a joint in the van and listening to her harp on for what turned out to be twenty full minutes. just talking to herself. waxing on about successful books she hadn’t yet written and society pages she hadn’t yet featured in. there’s a part where this supposed interviewer asks her something about loneliness, and lacy goes, “do i have a fear of loneliness? no. loneliness is an inheritance. i’m trying to figure out how to spend it wisely.”

that stuck to eddie’s ribs.

one day, in the van, seemingly apropos of nothing eddie does ask, “baby, do you miss owning a car? do you feel like… less of an american, no longer owning a car?” not a drop of blood is left in that poor girl’s face.

as for ronnie, this was a joint discovery made by the gruesome twosome. they were rushing out to the hideout for corroded coffin’s weekly engagement and ronnie asked them to grab something from her wardrobe—not realising that when they opened it, they’d find a bunch of barbie dolls, all sat in a semi circle.

“no way. i’ve known ecker since i was knee high to a grasshopper—“ “—okay, grandpa—“ “—and she’s so not a barbie girl.”

but you don’t know about women, eddie munson! you don’t know about the secrets they keep. the speculation of this little collection of wide-eyed, attentive dollies ranged from satanic ritual (real this time) to homosexual experimentation (“a dry run, before she hits the bars in college.” “what, like making out with the dolls? making the dolls make out?” “you’ve got so much to learn about girls, babe.”) to practicing for her valedictorian speech with a non-judgemental audience.

the last one was the closest, for ronnie’s real use for her cluster of barbies was… well, look. listen. before lacy, she had a zero sum of female friends. her life was incredibly testosterone filled, between hellfire and the band, and because of that, ronnie got a little stunted when it came to making friends with girls. so she used these barbies (which she did have since childhood, she just hid from eddie because ew… girl stuff… the horror of internalised misogyny) to have, y’know. girl talk.

she called it the state of the union, if that makes it any better. it doesn’t! lacy’s still trying to figure out a way to bring it up to ronnie because eddie’s too scared that the dolls might be haunted.

#powder room talk #potatobeanpies #hai brainrot #edlacy #ronnie ecker vs the world #r. ecker by powder #e. munson by powder #l. doevski by powder

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Lonely In a Crowded Room [Part One]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Reader, Red West, Billy Smith Marty Lacker, Original Female Characters, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis

Word Count: 4979 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?

Tags/ Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Graceland, Living at Graceland, Kisses, Anxiety, Nudity, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Movie, Horse-riding, Kissing, Fingering, Birthdays, Birthday Party, Romantic Getaways, Loneliness, Migraines, Football, Elvis Playing Football is so hot I cant, Presents, Reader Can be Priscilla if you want, Arguing, Fighting, Flashing,

Notes: im obsessed with graceland at the moment but the idea of so many people coming and going in my house is my idea of hell. So i thought I’d write about it lolol

this will be two parts maybe more depending on how carried away i get

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

My head was pounding. A pain seared through my brain in one spot as if I had been struck on the head by something. I was prone to migraines and though they only happened every once in a while when they hit they were something to behold. This one had grabbed hold of me whilst I was at a dress shop downtown shopping with my girlfriends. I had just clapped my eyes on a beautiful emerald satin dress, something I was desperate to try on for my upcoming birthday dinner this weekend, but I couldn’t. I was overcome with pain. Suddenly everything was too bright and too loud, and a wave of nausea hit me just a quick. The girls had noted my immediate displeasure and I offered them a quick apology as I decided to call it a day.

By the time I got to Graceland, I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed. Unfortunately, there was a crowd around the gate, as usual when Elvis was home, and as I slowed down as they gathered around my car. I knew they were probably disappointed it was just me which thankfully meant they let me move through the gates after a couple of ‘hellos’ and a few signatures

I parked up and hauled my bags out of the passenger seat before I headed up and through the front door. Thankfully, there was no one in the living room or dining room when I came in though I could hear the sounds of people outside or deeper in the large house. I trudged upstairs and into our bedroom, dumping my bags by the door as I shirked off my dress and tights. I was left in just my underwear but I couldn’t be bothered to change any further and so I clambered into bed, pulling the blankets over me. The room was dark as the curtains were still drawn though it was late in the afternoon. Sometimes Elvis’ being almost nocturnal did have its advantages.

I had just closed my eyes and the absence of light immediately working wonders when I felt a beam of fluorescents hit my face as I heard the sound of a door opening. As I opened my eyes I spotted Elvis coming out of the bathroom looking surprised to see me.

‘Hey doll,’ he said, ‘thought you were out shopping?’ ‘I was,’ I said as he perched himself on the bed beside my legs, ‘had to come back early. Headache.’ ‘Another migraine?’ he said with a frown. He reached out and pushed my hair off of my forehead, the metal of his rings cool against my forehead which helped. ‘Mmmhmm,’ I said my eyes fluttering closed at his touch. ‘Want me to get you anything?’ he said. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m just going to take a nap.’ ‘Okay honey,’ he said leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, willing the pain to go away, as he got up off the bed. I heard him move around the room and then I heard the clink of something beside me so I peeked and found him placing a glass of water on the nightstand. I smiled at him and he smiled back, stroking my cheek gently. Then he headed to the door and closed it gently whilst I settled down and willed sleep to come.

The next thing I knew I was being awoken by the sound of shouting from below. I stirred, warm and uncomfortable. The throb in my head had lessened a lot but it was still there in the background and as I checked the clock on my nightstand and found I had only been asleep half an hour. I tried to lie back down and ignore whatever was happening on the floor below but then there was a slam of the door and I couldn’t stop myself. I clambered out of bed and grabbed my robe off the back of my vanity chair, throwing it on and storming downstairs. Though as my foot hit the bottom step I was almost bowled over as Billy came running through the hall and out the open front door.

‘Come back here you son of a bitch,’ Red shouted, barrelling through seconds later. I could hear jeers from the boys outside and I padded through the hall I found them outside on the grass playing football. Elvis was bent double with laughter watching as Red took Billy down with a thud, the ball fumbling out of his hands and onto the grass. From where they were I couldn’t hear them speaking but I could tell they were having fun and I felt bad for disturbing their game. Elvis noticed me lingering by the door and came jogging over.

‘Everything alright honey?’ he said taking the steps in a couple of big leaps until he was standing in front of me. He was in jeans and a sweater and his forehead was sticky with sweat though there was an autumn chill in the air. ‘Yeah,’ I said quietly. ‘How’s your head?’ he said stroking my face tenderly. ‘A little better,’ I said. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ he asked, concern swirling around his bright blue eyes. ‘Actually,’ I said biting my lip, ‘I got woken up.’ ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘well don’t worry about it. I’ll keep them out of the house from now and we’ll move further afield. You just get yourself back to bed baby.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said leaning into to give him a quick kiss. He smiled into it and then pulled back throwing me a wink before he turned and ran back towards the boys. I watched as he instructed them to move away from the house and then I trudged back upstairs. I slipped the robe off and clambered back into bed hoping that I could get relaxed enough that I could go back to sleep.

I could feel the weight of sleep creeping in. The pain behind my eyelids ebbing as slumber pulled me under. Then I was snapped back to reality as I heard the crash of glass nearby and yelling coming towards the house. I shot up and flew to the window spying out to see what the commotion was and I spotted several people crowded around a now broken downstairs window. With a sigh I sat down on the bed and fumbled through the top drawer of my nightstand looking for an aspirin. It looked as if sleep was not on the agenda.

✵✵✵

After my disturbed nap, my day was pretty much written off. Luckily, my headache waned but I stayed up in my bedroom rather miffed at the boys. I knew it wasn’t their fault. They couldn’t help that I had a headache but I had watched Elvis tell them to move away from the house and they had still managed to disturb me.

And it wasn’t that I minded having them around all the time. Having family so close and friends around all the time always meant that there was someone to talk to. Someone to have a laugh with. But it also meant that there was constant noise, people in and out at all hours of the day, and sometimes unfamiliar faces that you were just expected to accept.

Eventually, I fell asleep and when I awoke I found Elvis tucked in behind me, his arm slung over my waist as he breathed gently on the back of my neck. I smiled and nestled back into him. I was in and out of sleep for a couple more hours before I woke up completely and couldn’t lull myself back in. Elvis was now sleeping on his back with me cuddled into his side, but as I looked at the clock on the nightstand I found it was far too early to wake him. I watched him sleeping peacefully for a second. His lips were parted and his eyelids fluttered a little as I moved but he didn’t disturb as I slipped out of his grasp and donned my robe again.

I slipped out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. My stomach growled loudly as I stepped over the threshold and I suddenly realised that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Suddenly, all I could think of was food. And I knew what I wanted. I had specifically asked for our housekeeper, Mary, to pick some up when she went grocery shopping a couple of days ago. Frozen waffles.

She had looked at me gobsmacked when I had asked. After all, she was an elite cook and the idea that I would ask her to buy something which in her eyes was substandard rather than ask her to make me some was ridiculous to her but I didn’t care. Sometimes the only thing you wanted was something sweet and artificial. I ran to the freezer and yanked the door open with excitement. My eyes scanned down each shelf until I spotted the familiar cardboard packet sitting at the bottom. I pulled the box out and started to open it but as I did I noticed it felt remarkably light. Too light in fact. As I wrenched the flap open I found that the box was empty.

My hands frantically moved things around the freezer, checking each shelf for another box but there was none. Not only had someone eaten them before I had a chance but they’d had the cheek to throw the box back in the freezer when it was empty. My annoyance from yesterday returned and I slammed the freezer door closed.

‘Woah,’ Mary said as she came into the kitchen, ‘what’s the problem sugar?’ ‘Someone ate my waffles,’ I grumbled taking a seat on a stool as she moved into the kitchen and stood opposite me, resting her hands on the counter. ‘Well I can always whip you something up, probably be better than that trash anyway,’ she said with a small smile. I smiled back and nodded as I tried to push the disappointment off my face. Mary and I chatted for a bit before she placed a plate of waffles in front of me and told me she was going to do some laundry. I ate them and though they were exquisite my longing for cheap processed rubbish wasn’t quite satiated. I slid off the stool and washed my plate putting it back just as Jerry entered the kitchen.

‘Hey,’ he said. ‘Hey,’ I said with a small smile. ‘How’s the head this morning?’ he asked as he moved in beside me grabbing a glass from the cabinet so he could make a drink. ‘Better,’ I said. ‘Then how come you look like something’s pissed you off?’ he chuckled, looking at me with a smirk. ‘Someone ate my waffles,’ I said. ‘The frozen ones?’ he said. I nodded, ‘yeah I think the guys had them after football yesterday. Sorry, we didn’t know they were yours.’ ‘It’s fine,’ I lied, ‘except someone put the box back just to add to my misery.’ ‘Not guilty,’ he smirked as he took a sip of his glass of water. I rolled my eyes. That was another problem of living with so many people. Whenever something was amiss it was never the fault of whoever you asked.

Yet I didn’t want to argue with him so instead I mumbled my goodbyes and smiled at him and then headed out of the kitchen wandering back upstairs. I decided not to wake Elvis as it was still early for him and instead I headed to the spare en-suite and treated myself to a bath. I lay there for a while, allowing the annoyances of yesterday and this morning to wash away. I also decided to treat myself to a full spa-style treatment and shaved, exfoliated and preened every bit of me within an inch of its life. I spent longer than I anticipated in there and soon enough the water turned tepid and I was forced to get out. I wrapped myself up in a towel and crept to the bedroom door. Our bedroom didn’t have a bath in it so I was forced to use the spare room whenever I wanted one and then forced to make the dash from the spare room to my dressing room which sometimes proved difficult. I could hear voices somewhere in the house but they sounded far enough away that I decided to risk it and jogged to the office and into my dressing room. I stayed wrapped in my towel as I did my skincare routine and dried my hair. Once I was sorted and my makeup was on, I picked my outfit out and placed it on a chair in the office. I loved my dressing room but it wasn’t always big enough to get dressed.

Just as I pulled my towel off, the door swung open and Red burst in. He noticed me immediately, standing in front of him completely nude, and as I shrieked and wrapped my towel back around me he dropped his gaze.

‘Jeez, don’t you knock?!’ I snapped. ‘Sorry, I was just coming to get something,’ Red said with a smirk as his eyes travelled down my body. My crabbiness from this morning immediately returned beating down any embarrassment I was feeling about being seen naked. ‘Yeah well maybe next time you should check to see if anyone's inside before you come barging in,’ I snapped. ‘What in the office?’ he said sarcastically which amped me up even further. ‘You know my dressing room is attached Red,’ I said. ‘That ain’t my fault. Anyway maybe you should pick a better spot to strip off,’ he said. ‘So you’re going to tell me when and where I can go in my own house?’ I said my voice considerably higher in pitch.

Just as Red went to respond Elvis appeared at the door behind him looking confused. He was still in his pyjamas, the noise probably waking him. ‘What’s all this about?’ he said looking between us both. ‘Red came barging in on me-‘ ‘It was an accident I told her,’ Red said cutting me off, ‘your daddy asked for those papers. I said I’d seen them in the office so I just ran up to get them.’ ‘He could’ve knocked,’ I said my gaze pleading with Elvis who looked between us trying to assess who to upset as he picked a side. ‘Just grab the documents Red,’ he said coming into the room. Red came inside and fumbled around on the desk for a moment grabbing a couple of manila envelopes before he left. Elvis smiled at me though it turned down as he noted my pursed lips.

‘You’re taking his side?’ I scoffed. ‘It was a simple mistake baby,’ he said. ‘So you’re okay with him seeing me naked?’ I asked. His eyes darkened a little and I fought the urge to smile. I knew him so well I knew his jealousy would pique as soon as I mentioned me naked. His hands migrated out towards me pulling me into him by my hips and I could tell my lure hadn’t worked as he sighed and said, ‘he was just coming into the office. I’m sure there was nothing to it.’ ‘Maybe he should think before he storms into rooms in houses he doesn’t live in,’ I scoffed. ‘Baby don’t be like that. You know he wasn’t being no creep. And if we had somewhere else to put your dressing room we would,’ he whispered leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. I allowed him to but my mood was back and I pouted my way through the embrace. He captured my chin with his index finger tilting it up so I would look at him. I got what he was saying but it was also true that Red should’ve respected this house a bit more. Or that we’d have plenty of space if Elvis didn’t let any Tom, Dick or Harry have a room here.

‘Now,’ he purred with a cheeky glint in his eye, ‘do I get to see what’s under the towel or was that peep show just for Red?’ ‘Oh you can see what’s under the towel,’ I said unknotting it once more. Elvis moved his hands to let it fall to the ground but as he reached for me again I moved out of his way, ‘and you can watch it get dressed because who knows how long it’ll be before we’re interrupted again.’

I grabbed my underwear and yanked them on before donning the dress I’d picked for the day. Elvis watched me intently his eyes roving over my frame as I covered it up. Once I was dressed I went to my dressing table so I could put a different set of earrings in. As I did Elvis came up behind me and embraced me from behind. I could feel him through my dress and his silk pyjamas, all worked up with nowhere to go.

‘We’ll look at that,’ he said as I straightened up leaning back into him, ‘that’s what? Near five minutes of peace and we wasted it.’ ‘You think you could get it done in five minutes,’ I chuckled leaning into him more as he kissed my neck chuckling at my comment. ‘I bet I could,’ he said. ‘Well-‘ I started but as I did I heard his name called from behind the office door. ‘What?’ he shouted a little too close to my ear which made me wince. There was muffled shouting that couldn’t be distinguished and with a sigh, he pulled away from me and headed to the door to open it. ‘What?’ he said gruffly and I peeped to the door to see Marty hanging out in the hall.

‘Sorry to bother you, boss,’ Marty said glancing at me before he lowered his voice indicating this was something I wasn’t part of. I busied myself sorting my jewellery back into its box. I’d already made a farce of myself in front of one of the boys today. I didn’t need anyone else seeing me in a bad mood. Eventually, I heard Elvis say, ‘baby?’ ‘Mmm?’ I asked turning to look at him as he came towards me. ‘I’ve got some things to sort out but I’ll be back soon okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. I was right. Less than ten minutes together before he was pulled away once more. Elvis leaned in and kissed me tenderly, before whispering, ‘maybe you can give me another viewing of the lil show you put together later?’ ‘Maybe,’ I smirked. He kissed me once more and then he was headed out of the office already wittering away to Marty.

Looks like I had the day to myself.

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Elvis was gone for most of the day though I supposed it was for the best as I was still a little irked about the morning's events. I busied myself with little things that needed to be sorted for my birthday dinner and then I decided to spend the afternoon out horse riding, away from the confines of the house. It was late when I got back and Elvis was home, in the den with some of the boys. He smiled as I entered and beckoned me to him pulling me onto his lap when I got close.

‘Hey,’ he mumbled kissing me on the end of my nose. The boys carried on chattering around us unfazed by our PDA. ‘Hey,’ I said sweeping his hair off his face. ‘Missed you,’ he said with a small smile, ‘Mary said you went out riding?’ ‘Yeah, I’ve not been out in a while. I figured I’d take Lady out before it starts getting too cold,’ I shrugged. He nodded. ‘You know if you’d have waited I’d have come with you,’ he said, ‘you know I don’t like you out there all on your own.’ ‘I’m fine,’ I said. He always worried about me when we were out riding even though I’d become the better rider over the years as he rarely had time to go out as he wanted. ‘I know, I know,’ he chuckled lowering his voice a little as he said, ‘it would’ve given us a chance to catch up on this morning though.’ ‘Is that so?’ I giggled. He smirked back at me as his hand caressed my thigh. ‘You say that as if that barn hasn’t already seen its fair share of-’ ‘Supper’s on,’ Mary said cutting Elvis off mid-sentence. She was standing in the doorway beckoning everyone to head into the dining room. The boys leapt up and headed to follow her but I didn’t. I looked at him with a small smile and slid off his lap to stand. I reached my hand out and pulled him up and we walked to the dining room hand in hand.

After dinner, Elvis told me he was going to spend some time rehearsing with Charlie and so I was left to my own devices. I headed upstairs and got into bed where I watched some TV until I dozed off. When I woke it was nearly 1 am and no matter which way I tried I couldn’t get back to sleep. The bed beside me was cold and empty. After a few attempts, I decided it was fruitless and climbed out of bed. I headed downstairs and found it deserted as expected but I wandered from room to room until I found him. Sitting at the piano in the music room, tinkling the keys gently.

He turned his head a little at the sound of me coming into the room but he didn’t turn around completely. Even with so many people in and out of the house, we could always tell when the other was nearby. I walked up behind him and bent down so I was holding him from behind, my head on his shoulder.

‘Hi,’ he mumbled straining to look at me before his gaze fell back on the keys. ‘Hi,’ I replied kissing him on the cheek. ‘How come you’re up?’ ‘Couldn’t sleep,’ I said, ‘I miss you.’ ‘Yeah?’ he said with a small smile. ‘Yeah,’ I yawned. ‘I know what you mean. I feel like we’ve barely seen each other today,’ he said. As I nodded he chuckled, ‘but we can always make up for that.’

He moved to stand up grabbing me by the hand so I came to stand in front of him. He watched me for a moment with adoring eyes before he stroked my cheek tenderly and pulled me to him leaning in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to. As he kissed me deeper I moaned a little not realising how starved of his touch I had felt today. He smirked at the noise that came for me as his hands caressed my skin under my nightdress. He pushed me backwards and I fell onto the piano, the keys groaning underneath me as my weight hit them. Yet his interest in the piano was gone now though. He was pawing at me, pulling my nightie down so I was exposed to him as he kissed down my neck and chest.

‘Elvis,’ I groaned as my head flopped back enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my warm skin. My fingers combed through his soft hair knotting in it every time he hit a sensitive spot. I could feel him, rigid against my thigh, as he moved his hips trying to get some friction against him. My fingers moved from his hair and started undoing his shirt buttons as quickly as I could. Once he noticed what I was doing he changed tact. His fingers traced down my front until he was fiddling with the waistband of my panties.

‘Did you really miss me baby?’ he cooed in my ear as his fingers breached my underwear and started to tease between my slick folds. ‘All day,’ I panted as I pushed my hips up against his touch. ‘Look at you all ready for me,’ he said. ‘Please,’ I begged as his thumb swiped across my clit. Elvis smirked and then looked down towards his trousers hinting for me to start. I pulled him towards me by his belt working to undo it as I did so. Elvis’ hand teased me slowly and languidly as I tried to get him exposed. Then just as I had unzipped him there was a noise from behind him.

‘I couldn’t find any pickles but-’ Charlie said as he came into the living room. He stopped as he looked up catching us red-handed. Elvis pulled away, standing in front of me as I covered up quickly.

‘Sorry, I didn’t know y’all were...’ ‘It’s okay man,’ Elvis said. My cheeks were beet red and though my clothes were on properly now I still felt exposed in just my nightdress. Charlie placed the plates on the coffee table as Elvis looked at me with an apologetic smile but my irritation was back and a whole lot worse than before.

‘You knew he was here?’ I asked folding my arms across my chest. ‘Well yeah,’ he said, ‘but-’ ‘What are you playing a new game or something? Let's see how many people can see me naked in one day?’ I spat. ‘What?’ Charlie said as his eyebrows shot towards his hairline. ‘Of course not!’ Elvis said throwing his hands on his hips as he looked at me angrily. ‘So you just forgot he was coming back?’ I said. ‘Funnily enough, my mind was elsewhere,’ Elvis implored. ‘I should go,’ Charlie said. ‘No you shouldn’t,’ Elvis said looking at him and then at me. His jaw tightened as he did. ‘Yeah I wouldn’t want to interrupt,’ I said storming past him. I stopped as I reached the doorway and turned looking at them both, ‘enjoy your sandwich.’

I bolted upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind me resting on it for a moment before I went and sat down on the bed. My chest heaved as I tried to my jumbled feelings in some sort of order. I was embarrassed no doubt but I was also embarrassed that I had gone off on Elvis when I hadn’t meant to.

I heard movement downstairs and then the door was opening and Elvis was stepping through it a thunderous expression on his face. The door clunked closed behind him and he folded his arms across his chest watching me for a moment before he said, ‘you wanna tell me what the hell that was about?’ ‘You wanna tell me why you seem intent to let all your friends see me naked today?’ I retaliated. ‘That’s not what happened and you know it,’ he said, ‘besides there’s something else going on here I know it.’ ‘Aren’t you perceptive,’ I scoffed. ‘You’re not helping,’ he said. ‘Never said I was trying to,’ I said. ‘Are you going to tell me or are you just going to keep moaning like a child?’ ‘You wanna know?’ ‘Yeah!’ he shouted. ‘Fine!’ I shouted, ‘I hate living in this stupid house.’

Elvis’ eyes went wide and clamped my mouth shut as soon as the words flew out of it. I went to him and put my hands on his chest. The buttons of his shirt were fastened though a lot lower than before after he had had to redress.

‘I didn’t mean that,’ I said quietly. He looked at me sadly and nodded. I sighed and moved back to the bed, him close behind as we took a seat. ‘It’s just,’ I sighed, ‘doesn’t it bother you?’ ‘What?’ he asked watching me as I dropped my gaze to my legs as I fiddled with the chiffon of my night dress. ‘That there’s always someone just….there,’ I said looking back up into his piercing blue eyes. He watched me curiously as if urging me to continue, ‘like I can’t just enjoy living in my own space. Someone’s always gotta barge in or interrupt because they need me or you. There’s always someone making noise. Sometimes, well, these past couple of days in particular it just feels like we never get a minute alone…y’know?��

He nodded as his hand touched my knee gently as I continued, ‘I guess I just get a little self-conscious. Like I’m being watched or something. I mean what if I wanna dance around in my underwear?’ ‘Hey I ain’t stopping ya,’ he chuckled. ‘I bet,’ I giggled and then with a sigh I said, ‘I guess I’m just a lil fed up.’ ‘I get that,’ he said, ‘I guess I just like that everyone feels happy here. I mean growin’ up it was just me and my folks. All the other kids had someone around. Big families with dozens of kids…I guess I want that sorta vibe here.’ ‘And I grew up with all my siblings crammed in one room,’ I chuckled, ‘I guess that explains why I wanna be on my own.’ ‘Even without me?’ he said raising his eyebrows. I giggled and leaned in so we were mere inches apart, ‘never…but I’d just love one night alone y’know? No people. No worrying about anything. Just us.’ ‘Well,’ he said capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger, ‘it’s just us now…’ ‘That’s true,’ I mused as he leaned in and kissed me. It was chaste and quick and when he pulled back he was beaming a smile. I bit my lip for a second and then said, ‘but until we’re truly alone we’re gonna have to be quiet.’

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