You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜
okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway
When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend
“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”
Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”
“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”
Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment.
“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”
“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.
“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”
Porny prompt kinda: Hannibal is NOT into daddykink but Will is. Hannibal will put up with anything for Will. Hannibal has to research daddykink. Hannibal is a missionary vanilla kinda guy, he doesnt even really like binding your wrists in silk, he has no idea what Wills getting out of this but it isnt a turn OFF and he doesnt have to do it ALL the time. I like Hannibal to be long-suffering. tired Potato murder-dad is my kink
Hi! It’s hard for me to imagine Hannibal not into it, at least in the whys and hows of Will’s sexuality, especially from a performance sake. ;) But I gave it my best shot and this is first time writing this particular kink! Hope you like.
The first time it happened was a mistake.
Hannibal was fucking him. Pounding him into their bed rough and hard– just the way Will needed – the way he begged for. He might’ve been crying. He tasted salt, his face was hot and sticky. His dick was trapped underneath him, rubbing against the mattress and he knew he could come like this, without even being touched.
Hannibal breathed warm against the nape of his neck.
“Will,” he said. “Will.”
“Please– fuck– daddy.”
The word slipped out before he could stop it. Hannibal paused, for a fraction of a second. Will tensed but then Hannibal’s hands were sliding over his belly, his scar. He pulled Will close, anchoring him to his own body.
There was no space between them, just an impossible fullness that felt like breaking. Hannibal fucked Will so deep, stars burst behind his eyelids. Will sobbed, choking the word out again and again as he came, “daddy – daddy.”
After they peeled apart, sweaty and out of breath, Will buried his head in the pillow. His skin felt two sizes too small for the shame he carried. Everything in him was straining and tight.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you’d prefer not to,” Hannibal said gently. “We could never talk about it at all if you wish.”
“That wouldn’t be very fair to you,” Will said, muffled into the pillow. Then, he laughed, because he actually cared about being fair to Hannibal, even after all the blood and bodies that had come between them.
There was nothing to be done about that now. The story spilled out of him. He had never told anyone.
“When I was 18, I came home from college to visit my dad. It was Christmas break but he wasn’t there. Turns out he got a call to fix a house boat up north. Big money.”
“I am sorry you were alone,” Hannibal said.
“It was okay. I was used to it. My dad, he sent one of his friends over with a six-pack. We just started drinking. I got really drunk. And Mike–that was his name– he fucked me. First time I had sex. Bent over the old leather couch in our living room.”
Will could still remember the couch creaking with their weight, the faded leather rubbing against his knees. Mike told him he was perfect.
Hannibal traced a foreign shape on Will’s back.
Will peeped up at him from the pillow.
“It was pretty awkward really. I was so shy. And embarrassed. But he was – nice to me. He made me feel good. He – even tucked me into bed after.”
“Did your relationship continue?”
“No,” Will said. “Never happened again. Guess he was embarrassed, too.”
“It’s not unusual to fantasize about this sort of encounter,” Hannibal said. “We can explore it sometime. If you like.”
“Would you like it?”
“I would like to please you.”
Will rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I was asking and you know it.”
“For years I imagined our relationship as platonic. I thought some boundaries would never be breached.”
“And then I asked to fuck you.”
“There is nothing I am not willing to try with you.”
Will buried his head back into the pillow. “I don’t know.”
Yet something in him had given a traitorous lurch at Hannibal’s offer. He knew he wouldn’t deny himself.
Not with Hannibal.
Hannibal made them dinner. Will sat out on the balcony – watching the throngs of people below buying zucchinis and tomatoes across Eleftherias Square.
When Hannibal called him inside to set the table, Will had to rub his eyes. He blinked several times. The pot on the stove was filled with risotto. There was no meat in it.
“A vegetarian meal. Never thought I would see the day.”
Hannibal smiled at him. Will was suddenly struck by how normal he looked, still dapper and refined in his linen suit but less – less intense than Will had ever seen before. Hannibal was comfortable, Will realized.
“There’s lamb broth in the risotto,” Hannibal said, raising one eyebrow. “Maria wouldn’t let me walk away without buying some.”
Will laughed at that. “Of course she wouldn’t.”
They sat down to eat together. The risotto was delicious, it practically melted on Will’s tongue. It didn’t help his distraction.
He had felt better after telling Hannibal about what happened to him when he was 18. He didn’t realize how much it would help him and now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Will pushed his food around aimlessly with the tips of his fork.
“The thing we talked about the other day,” Will said. He didn’t look up from his plate. “I’d like to try it. For real.”
“We should discuss your limits then,” Hannibal said, frustratingly nonchalant.
“You’ve researched this. Since we’ve talked.”
“I wanted to be prepared.”
“How Boy Scouts of you.”
“If you don’t behave, shall I punish you?”
Will blinked, then swallowed. “Yes.”
“Do you prefer ageplay?” Hannibal continued. “Or to be treated as you are?”
Will looked at Hannibal from under the dark sweep of his lashes, strangely nervous.
“Shall we begin tonight?”
Will’s heart fluttered. “Yes. Please.”
“My beautiful boy,” Hannibal said. The praise made his voice soft, as smooth as a caress on Will’s cheek. “Finish eating. Then I will take you to bed.”
Will closed his eyes for a long moment. “Thank you.”
Our first swim was the last swim of summer.
You said I needed boys that
Smelt like the sea;
Now that they are gone
And you are right
Memories lurk down by the wooden boats.
Things I didn’t know about;
I hate not knowing everything.
It is a reminder that the world exists without me,
That I am not a part of everything.
If only I had known then
You can only romanticise something when it’s gone,
Like some kind of consolation prize for your loss.
I will shut my eyes, open my legs
And view the world as I see it.
I find myself wishing there was only one place
I had ever known you
So I could destroy it.
There are too many places that have part of me.
We drove back the following night and you said
We had won
And I knew by you saying it that we hadn’t.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
It was the squealing of little children that woke you the next morning. With a groan, you went to move your pillow over your head when your hand came into contact with a warm and naked chest. Lifting your head up, you found that you were using Jensen’s chest as your pillow, your legs tangled with his as his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.
Glancing at the clock, you saw it was past nine in the morning. It didn’t surprise you. Both of you had stayed up late, talking about nothing and everything, enjoying each other’s company, feeling somewhat free of the past. Jensen seemed more light hearted, carefree then he had before, and you were coming to realize how important his talk with Danneel had been.
He had been hoping to see the same monsters as the rest of Sirion. It would be easier, so much easier, if they came as rabid beasts that had eaten up the noble men he’d known.
But when they halted before his barricade at last, his uncles still looked very much themselves. Not so proud as in the days of his childhood but as implacable in this as they had ever been in the war against the Enemy.
Here was the man who had taught him his first letters, infinitely patient even as he struggled to relearn how to write himself. And here the kind uncle who had held him against his terror of the dark and sung away his fear.
Now Maedhros’ jaw tightened at the sight of him, though something in Maglor’s dark eyes went soft. Of Amras there was no sign at all. Already dead, Celebrimbor would learn later.
Behind him, the men and women of Sirion shifted uneasily. There, a woman who had fled the sack of Gondolin traced her fingers over the fletchings of the shaft set to her bow, while a Sindar boy hugged his boat hook tighter to his chest.
“What do you hope to do here, Nephew?” Maedhros called. The barricade was as well constructed as Celebrimbor could contrive from furniture and upturned boats, which was not half as well as he would like - atop his tall grey mare, his uncle’s eyes were level with his.
“I thought to show the world that the House of Fëanor still has some honour left to it.” Celebrimbor was wearing the red surcoat that had lain in the bottom of his trunk since before Nargothrond fell. It was a risk in the chaos of battle but he would not be the first Fëanorian to change sides this day and he wished to make a point. “That we are more than thieves and mur-”
“Yes, yes. But what do you intend to do?”
“There are kinslayings and kinslayings, my uncles. What will you do if I do not move?”
The grey mare pawed the cobblestones beneath her, striking sparks with her iron shod hooves. His uncles turned to each other in silent conference and Celebrimbor knew them far too well to think that this would stay them, yet he hoped-
“Whatever you may think, whatever lies they dripped into your ear in Doriath, we haven’t fallen so far that we’d harm our little nephew,” Maglor said, nudging his horse forwards. The Gondolindrim woman pulled her bowstring taut but Maglor paid her no mind at all. His focus was all upon Celebrimbor, and his voice held all the warmth of hearth fires, all the peace of birdsong as night falls. “Do you remember, Tyelperinquar? The cradle song I made for you?”
“Listen,” Maglor said, and he began to sing. It was a nonsense song, a child’s song, but with the weight of nostalgia behind it and all the power of the greatest of their bards, it cut deeper than any weapon.
Celebrimbor did not feel his knees give out but his vision wavered and suddenly he was looking up at his uncles. He turned to the woman with the bow, not sure what he would beg of her, but she did not stand beside him any longer. She lay upon her side as though asleep. Perhaps she was, for there was nothing here to fear. Who had he wanted her to shoot?
Surely not his uncle who, even now was easing the sword from his fingers, the sword he did not need. He let Maglor have it after only a moment’s struggle. Family. They were his family. Who could you trust if not they?
“Neatly done,” said someone far away.
“Luckier than some.”
“It won’t hold him - he is his father’s son.”
“Poor boy.” A laugh. Someone ruffled his hair. “Come, we’ve delayed too long.”
I really wish Alex and Lena had gotten to interact more this season. They have a lot in common I think. They could bond over science and disappointing parents.
Luckily, that is something there is room to explore going forward and not something we’ve missed the boat for.
It’s funny because Lena can relate to both Kara and Alex in different ways.
Alex and Lena were both the less doted upon child (they experienced different flavors of this situation, though. Alex was given way too much responsibility but there was an underlying love, whereas it seems that Lena was more so straight-up neglected. Less stress but less love, as well.)
And Kara and Lena were both adopted. Which, there’s an aspect of Kara’s loss that’s kind of untouchable (a whole planet, whole culture, whole family) and as messed up as it is, Lena’s adoptive family likely feels more like her real family than Kara’s does because of her young age when joining them (compared to pre-teen Kara). But there’s a sense of “this isn’t the life I was supposed to have” to both of their experiences that I’d like to see them discuss.
As for “disappointing parents” Alex, Lena, and Kara all have to grapple with this to the point that it’s like… a theme. Lena’s mother is obvious, and then she found out that her father wasn’t as good as she thought (and then she found out that she was actually related to them). Alex’s mother, though she loved her, placed another being’s well-being upon Alex’s shoulders, and her father recently was revealed to be working with Cadmus and his morality is still in flux. And Kara’s mother let her planet die, and her father created genocide weapons.
So they have some issues to work out…
But Alex and Lena would be particularly interesting because they’re so similar in way that’s kind of like “how do I even talk to you?” in the beginning but then I feel like once they hit their groove it’ll be Kara’s couch, glasses of wine, science, mom issues, detestation of Feelings™, and a sleeping Kara between them until 6:23 am.
This is for February’s Jily Challenge, even though I accidentally submitted past midnight March 1st. I totally didn’t forget February only has 28 days. Anyways, this ended up a bit darker than expected, I hope you like it anyways!!!
Theme: Fantasy AU
Prompt: “I’m a genie and you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but honestly you’re useless just think of three wishes its not like its hARD"
“I want a story.”
Lily Potter sighed, halfway out the door of
her son’s room. “Mummy is tired,” she said. “Can you sleep on your own, Harry?”
“I want a story.”
With another sigh (how could she resist
those large green eyes, so like hers?) Lily returned to her son’s side and sank
onto the bed beside him. “Very well,” she said. “What would you like to hear?”
Harry thought for a moment, his eyes screwed
up in concentration. “Something with magic in it.”
Lily smiled at that. “Magic?” she asked.
“Like magic carpets and curses?”
The little boy nodded solemnly.
Lily rolled up the sleeves of her thin robe
dramatically. “Have I ever told you how your father and I met?” Harry shook his
head, settling back onto his pillows expectantly. “It was many years ago,” she
said, “though quite recently. It was in a far-off land, but it was right here.
It was full of contradictions, but it was delightfully simple. Do you
Alexia stared at the dress in front of her. “They cannot be serious.” A dress, she could not remember wearing one in recent memory. Even for her mother’s funeral, she had worn pants. And of all the kinds; a large, heavy and uncomfortable looking one.
“We can assist you with it if you would like?” A maid smiled.
It was difficult, but Alexia kept her mouth closed, the girl was simply trying to assist her, but of course, she needed assistance with it, it was a corset style that needed to be tied from the back. She nodded instead and the maid came over smiling and began to prepare her for dressing.
First the dogs will bark. They’ll know before any of us. Then I will have six to fifteen minutes.
I’ve been taking long walks on this coast, just north of the Oregon border. Bald eagles, actual bald eagles, sitting on a wide sandy beach, and I’m the only one here to see it. I can’t see anyone else in either direction. Waves repeating themselves at the tideline, clouds of birds fluttering up and resetting. 10 to 30 seconds after the dogs start barking, the ground will shake. 6 to 15 minutes later, the tsunami will come.
An earthquake is due here, and afterward the tsunami inevitable. If I began running when the dogs started barking, could I make it to the grassy dunes and up to the hills?
No. I can see the root, can make any plan I want, but I couldn’t outrun the wave. Six to fifteen minutes after the dogs started barking I would die. That’s what would happen.
*note: these people come from different times, regions, and possibly even worlds containing daemons.
“Oh yeah; I was the first to settle in my class. I remember…it was in eighth grade. It had been a long day, and I had a ton of homework to do, but I was so tired I didn’t want to do it. I was hanging out after school in the library, finishing up my reading assignment, when Ohmau started to feel weird. She said that she didn’t feel right as a cat, which was the form she was taking at that moment, and she was right. Seeing her as a cat suddenly didn’t quite seem…correct. Like I was surely looking at someone else’s daemon. But there she was, squirming like a mouse caught in a trap or something. Then she just changed, and that was that. No more cats for Ohmau.”
“A lot of kids do good as criminals, since all we gotta do is have our daemons change into a dog or somethin’–something people will trust–and go into a store and have at it. I mean, Rosa was the best out of all of us. Her daemon, Parloh, was real good at bein’ a little itty-bitty butterfly. She’d act all shy and whatever, grown-ups’d eat it right up. Some people actually gave her stuff! For free! She got two of us some medicine from the city. I betcha we woulda died if she hadn’t. ‘Course now we all grown up. Seventeen, we are. And Rosa ain’t got a itty-bitty butterfly any more. Can you guess what Parloh kept as? A million-pound bear, that’s what! Geez, I tell ya. It’s the best that get the worst, that’s just how it is.”
“Me and my friend settled at the same time. We were teenagers and we were literally just chilling in my room during a thunderstorm when it happened. We had been watching this show for a while–one of the actors was super hot and Tachi (my friend’s daemon) was absolutely obsessed with his daemon oh my god–and I went to the kitchen to go make some popcorn. I came back and my friend (her name’s Lilah by the way) was, like, hugging Tachi? At first I thought something was wrong, but then she told me that he had settled right when I left. He was really pretty though–like, this shiny raccoon. Anyway, then Abaz settled! My dæmon! Just like that! He was a bird one moment, then all of a sudden he was a gecko. I don’t know what that means, that we settled at the same time. But whatever, it’s a fun story.”
“Father was not so subtle in his wishes for me. We lived in a boating town, one that was built on top of the water. My mother had a stingray-dæmon, and my father the most beautiful fish you had ever seen. I loved both of them, of course, but sometimes my father seemed a little too…anxious for Wal'ehma to be anything other than a sea creature. He took us out into the ocean countless times, suggesting every time that Wal'ehma be a dolphin, or a seahorse, or even a jellyfish. She always preferred to be a bird, skimming over the waves instead of swimming beneath them. It turns out that a fox is neither of these, and that my father is much more adaptable than he seems.”
For the 10 MONTHS marriage of Dersha , here a little prompt. Dersha just got engaged but unfortunately , right after Derek was going into the playoff. This is how Ahsha deal with her Playoff Blues
The concept of this story is a little different because I aim to stimulate both , your reading and your vision at the same time. It does have some really sexual content ( neither throught words or image) . If you’re brave enough haha let me know if I succeed to create the effect I wanted, if it add a little something or not , and if you would like me to do more Visual Fanfic. Enjoy!
THE PLAYOFF…This exciting period where only the best team of the NBA made it. That time where the championship and the title never been so close. That phase where every supporter was neither testifying their favorite team ascension or their downfall. The principle was really clear 6 or seven game , consecutive against the same team to reach the top two. It’s the most ecstatic period of the all basketball season but what the public doesn’t know was what was hapening behind. For the player, it was representing a huge moment of stress, harder work and practice , bigger performance on court. If the end was approaching, it was definitely the last sprint who matter. After winning their first ring last year , the Los Angeles Devil became the team to defeat. And it hadn’t been easy task. With the powerful trio Zero, Terrence and Derek , the all season was a runway of their win. They reached the playoff with no difficulties. But the things with sport….never release your effort. The playoff was an all different kind of game and unfortunately, with all the energy the Devil used to be Kings, the last couple days had been difficult for them It was on every news paper and NBA journal , the Devil were in difficulties since the first series of the playoff against a talented team the Raptors. No one could have predict it but even if they won the first game of their series, the gap wasn’t as spectaculary that everyone expect. Even worse, they lost , from close the second game. Terrible news , the Raptors won the third game. It needed some maths to understand the matter of danger but not only the other team was running their series, against the lastest winner but if the Californian team was loosing two more games, it will be the end for them. So the danger was really there. and real. We can even imagine the stress the team was having on their shoulder. The all devil nation was counting on them. What we also do forget about the playoff is one rue, as long you win, you host the game. And since they were loosing, the devils were in Canada since a while now. 9 days exactly. Can seems not that much, but it was for newest fiance. Yes… Derek proposed during their cruise break. Ahsha had been the happiest with that magical proposal. So for her, even 9 minutes was too much , let alone 9 days in another country. The bell of the mansion sound and how she heard it from all the noise was a miracle. Ahsha fully took possession of her new home now, the mansion. Who wouldn’t ?! It was Kyle with no surprise. The blond girl saluted her best friend before reached the others in the living room. As often that she can, Ahsha was having the girls over , some neighbors, friend, people from the arena to watch the Devil game in the roman residence. Most of the time it was friendly and amusing, casual , but with the pressure of the playoff, everyone was eating on their nails. The game started and everyone hold his breath. At any point the Raptor were making we could hear some loud breath. It was ugly to watch. Even more when you related , personally, and intimately with one of the player. Ahsha wasn’t seeing the game like the rest. All she was eyes on was Derek, how he frown his eyes brow who was testifying of his anger, how his muscles were flexing anytime he was waiting on the ball and no one was giving to him. She could read on his lips the ‘fuck’ he was saying anytime the other teams score.
’ It seems like the Roman Emperor is completely out of his shoes’ said one of the commentator ’ The number just fall , it’s official , this is the worse game of Derek Roman in the all season ’
Couldn’t they hear how hurtful this comment were ? The female Alpha woke up in Ahsha. Derek was bad enough to have to hear this. She knew him like nobody else and even if she wasn’t a centimeter close to him , she just could sense how he was feeling right now. Playing ball was almost everything to him , win was in his blood , she could testify because he was always winning in the bedroom. Derek was just like that , he doesn’t like to lose. His ego was probably hurted to the hell and his biggest critic was himself. He will be hella hard on himself .
’ And another lose for the Devil. It seems lie they left their talent in Los Angeles. It’s getting hot for them because if they lose the next game , that will be it for them ’
On the big huge screen, Ahsha and her audience saw the red and black players, going to the locker room , all head down. She knew what it mean , her man won’t be back anytime soon. If they would have win this game, their asses would have been in the plane in a hour, but since the winner host the game, they will stay in Canada. The next game of the series wasn’t until two days…It was meaning more days away. Los Angeles , at the Mansion, or in Canada , the mood was the same, defeat. What the hell was going on with the champion. “ You should call your dad Ahsha ” Sloane proposed. In this hard time and defeat , he will use some comfort from his daughter. Even if Ahsha didn’t think about call her father first.
CANADA The defeat was affecting every fiber of every person. Dinner never been more silent at the restaurant hotel. It became heavy. No once in the competition they lost two games successively , even less three. The threat was above their head, if they weren’t winning the next two games , they can say bye bye to the title. On the Table, Pete’s phone vibrated. “ That’s your fiance ” he said , showing to Derek. Having some news from his baby was always making him happier. “ I’ll take the second turn ” Derek teased. Every time the boys were away, Ahsha was trying to call them when they could answer. It actually something she had from her parents. Sloane knew what it was to be with a player, what it involve and now her daughter was getting deeper in that life. She was about to marry Derek. She stayed with her dad on the phone just couple minute, enough to show him support. When players were loosing, it was also a lose for the coach. A team was like a little family . Ahsha didn’t had to wait two detonation that she already heard her man breath. “ Babe ?” he said , him too was kinda hurry to talk to his baby “ Hey love…how you feel ?” Her voice , to the other side of the phone was making all the difference. He was already feeling better why Ahsha knew she was walking on eggs. She wasn’t sure if Derek will want to talk about it or be distract. “ It suck Ahs’ for real , I don’t know what the hell is going on with us, we’re just not to the level ” The fiance could heard exactely what she expected. Derek was disappointed , hard on himself . Auto critic and out of option. He was frustrated and angry , really. He didn’t want to yell on the phone but he wasn’t satisfy on how they were playing. Sometime…your worse enemy is yourself. “ You guys killed it all season Derek , of course you’re exhausted now. Don’t push it too hard in practice. I think what you need is rest , clear your head instead of constanly thinking about the win. Remember your passion love , remember why you play let your heart be on the court and you will shy like always ” Ahsha said. She heard some light noise in the background which was indicate he was moving. Indeed , he was walking to his hotel room. Derek wanted some intimacy and lay down on his bed. Having Ahsha on the phone, while they were apart, was like listening to a calm song, or the wave of the ocean. It was his peaceful place when he was on a away game. “ I knew I proposed to the good one ” he teased her. The player didn’t need to say so but he will take Ahsha’s wise word and advice. She was right in some way. He was so focus on the competition that he was distract from the actual game. Also in LA, Ahsha was on their bed, laying down, feeling the absence of her favorite human being with depth. What he said remembered her their recent engagement, and she looked at her ring, to her finger, the argent thing who was surrounding it “ And you , how are you ? Did you had a good day ” The devil girl really wanted to be strong and sound like she was ok. Several time they had this conversation and be away for a game wasn’t what people can imagine, what the athlete partner can think. Even if they could , they weren’t having parties in their room , they weren’t joined with girls, in light outfit and the alcohol wasn’t flowing like the rain. It was the playoff, the biggest moment of the championship. They needed to keep all of their strength. They needed to be support and cheer up. Really didn’t need to feel guilty for being away. But Derek and Ahsha also wanted to be honest with each other. At a period of their relationship , having Derek leaving became unbearable for Ahsha and she suffered of several breakdown, didn’t open up to her man and just ended up arguing all the time “ I’m good, I had everybody over tonight and we watched the game ” She started “ but I miss you. Derek… I terribly miss you. I just want you to be here, and be in your arms. We just got engaged, like 9 days ago. I wished we’re still on that cruise babe” At least she didn’t cry , she kept her tears for herself but the truth was out. The transition between the break and go back to the game hadn’t been easy. From being alone, on a boat , having for only company the blue of the ocean, the warm of the sun and the exotism of the food, now Ahsha was in LA and Derek in Canada “ I know babe… I know” He said. Right now , he just wanted to hug his babe “ But look at this , as soon that I’m back , we can go celebrate. You know that we actually never…celebrate our engagement at home. Maybe we can fix this too” He was having his suave voice on. The charming and seductive voice… Celebrate wasn’t meaning, celebrate. It was meaning sex. 9 days apart, 9 days without sex. Also a long period. “ Go kick some ass for you can come home and we celebrate” They stayed on the phone until Ahsha fell asleep. The playoff blues wasn’t cool , but what is also involving great reunion
2 days later
’ Derek Roman is in fired! Another three point’ ’ The Roman Emperor is going down for his title. He is UNSTOPPABLE’ ’ The devil aren’t ready to give up to the ring. I repeat…the devils are not ready to give up! It’s a win! Next Game on the Los Angeles floor’
5 days later
’ THE DEVILS WON THEIR SERIES AND ARE GOING TO THE FINALE’
That night , at the Rome , the audience and crowd was just ecstatic. From a really bad beginning , the team was now on the duet who will fight for the win. The title was that close to them. And the night was about to be promising. Couple dances move, good mood, some drink and inapropriate kisses Derek finally decided to bring his fiance back home. The man didn’t forget about their ’ celebration’ . he got rid of his clothes himself and he was just in boxer , waiting on his prey to come out from the bathroom of their bedroom
24. “Hey you
called this number at like 3AM and we talked about some pretty heavy shit do
you remember any of that?”
A/N: I got little creative about phone numbers… run with it.
Viernes 3 AM
The insistent ring of her phone woke her up and her hand
stumbled upon her bedside table until she found her phone and connected the
call. She didn’t even have time to talk when the voice on the other side
started to ramble.
“Do you ever wonder how much you can fuck up in your life?
Or if there is ever a chance to even make it right? Or that you are just trying
to make it right but then you end up fucking it up even more and more until
each fuck up is bigger than the other and you are standing small, contemplating
the major bloody failure that is your life wondering when it all went wrong?”
The raspy, dark voice had a distinct accent and lilting tone.
Art request- You taking Rust to the beach so he can be happy
i hope a sketch is okay bc i’m a lazy ass
idk about any of you guys, but all the beaches i went to in spain had these wooden plank pathway kinda things that went a little way onto the beach - if rust is in a wheelchair i guess he’d only be able to go as far as the end of the path before he needs to be carried. which i will gladly do
(just as context, on earth-2, oliver and robert got on the queen’s gambit and robert was the survivor, and he came back to starling city and became the green arrow. so although neither of them realise it at the time, this is the last conversation dinah and oliver ever have together.)
The port is quiet when Dinah arrives in her car, except for the gentle rush of the sea. She catches sight of Ollie and smiles, and he smiles back as he says something to his parents and makes his way to her.
“Hey,” he says, “what are you doing here?”
“You’re leaving for three weeks,” says Dinah, putting her arms around his neck. “I wanted to say goodbye to you in person.”
“I’m glad you did,” Oliver says sincerely, and he kisses her, arms wrapping around her waist. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ollie. Hey… are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just really going to miss you, pretty-bird,” he says.
“Which is why,” says Dinah, “I brought you something.” She reaches into her pocket and holds up a small black and white photograph of her. “This way… I’m never too far away.”
“You mean in case I get lonely over sea?”
Dinah shrugs. “Something like that.” Over his shoulder she can see Oliver’s dad kiss his wife goodbye and get on board. “But I think it’s time for you to get on that boat.”
“I wish we had more time,” says Ollie. He runs his thumb down her cheek, before kissing her again. “Dinah. The prettiest girl in the whole damn world.”
“Go on, Ollie. You can serenade me when you get back from your trip. I love you.”
He presses one last kiss on her forehead. “I love you. Always and forever.”
So much for porn without plot am I right? I have the beginning of the next chapter started and some ideas for where to take it, but my boyfriend is coming over so I have to stop for the night. Message me if you have any requests or some ideas you’d like to see in the story. I’m happy to take any recommendations. into consideration.
I wish real life have montage moments. Specifically things
like battling other trainers, and traveling around Alola. I’ll be the first
person to tell you that I have an awful attention span, and I got bored so
easily. I had errands to run, but I needed money before I could get it done.
Thus were the days I spent wandering around the islands of Alola, finding any
trainer willing to battle me. Most of them thought I was a member of Team
Skull, but they were so mad at the group they were willing to battle just to
vent some frustration. I had a few close calls, but with some potions and
regular trips to the Pokemon Center I made enough cash to buy a new outfit in
Malie City. I needed to make one stop before I went to Poni island however, so
I took a boat trip over to Akala Island.
May I ask opinions of you and your nonnies? I used to read a lot of sterek fics but had to stop because I would get so mad cause we were screwed so bad by tw and sometimes I would actually get jealous cause I'll never have the great relationship they have in stories. My question is how do I detach myself enough from the stories that I don't feel these things or do I have to stay away from the fics for forever?
I think once you realize that you’re in the exact same boat as everyone else it helps. We’re a community and writing out our hopes and wishes. Some have it good, but several of us are just trying to get by and clinging on to the eternal love of Stiles and Derek, his werewolf. Take a break if you need and then come back.
Age: 18 Birthplace: warsaw, poland lmao Current time: 10:53 pm oh fuck Drink you had last: water, bc im a hydrated binch Easiest person to talk to: me, myself and i Favorite song: this is whot makes us girls, lana del rey Grossest memory: when i was like 14 or something eaoipgjepoge we went to swim at the great barrier reef and i Realized it was That time of the month after we had boarded the boat, i guess it was icky idk i lov swimming so i all worked out Horror, yes or no: lmao hell nah Killed someone: my motivation and will to live Love at first sight or should i walk past again: jus go home lov is fake anyways Middle name: its jus a blank space, i have none *sad face* Number of siblings: Uno One wish: i wanna move onto my next life where i’m a cat Person i called last: my friend Question i’m always asked: “omg how is your english so good” man idk Reason to smile: im graduating tF outta hs tmrw Time i woke up: 8:30 am Underwear color: navy blue Vacation: south east asian islands Worst habit: i nap more than i like breathe X-rays: i used to like live at the hospital so ive gotten one for literally every bone Your favourite food: steak bitch Zodiac: scorpio! jot that down!