If nobody's requested it and alsonif requests are still open, #30 with some good Jamilton angst?
— yes this starts with John, yes it’s on purpose :^))
“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?”
John paced in the hospital’s waiting room. He could hardly see where he was going, as he looped around the set up of chairs, his eyes irritated, vision cloudy with tears. Eventually he decided to sit down. He tossed his bag onto the seat beside him, and pulled his knees to his chest. He couldn’t help his ragged breathing, or the erratic sobs that wracked his body.
“He’s going to be okay John.” Lafayette moved to sit beside him, gently touching his shoulder.
“T-this is my fault.” He was grateful for the comfort, but that thought wouldn’t leave him.
He sniffled loudly, then released a sharp breath. If he hadn’t walked into the street without looking, if he hadn’t checked his phone, if he had just looked both ways like even children knew to do, then Alexander wouldn’t have pushed him out of the way. Then Alexander wouldn’t have been hit. Or perhaps, if Alexander hadn’t moved to save him, John would have been able to pay for his own consequences.
“You’re right, this is your fault!”
John stood abruptly, meeting Thomas’ glare as he walked towards him. His fists were balled at his sides, and he appeared almost unstable.
u know that bpd feel when you catch feelings too fast and hard , and within a week of knowing somebody you’ve disclosed your entire tragic backstory , all ur mental disorders and an alphabetized list of ur worst fears and insecurities to New Friend
And so we make it to the episode that changed everything. There’s a lot I could say but I’ll keep it short by only pointing out a couple things. The first is that even though this is a Yuuri-centric gifset, there ended up being a fairly large Victor presence in this one (the man just creeps into your life and is a permanent fixture before you even notice!). The second is that you’ll notice both times Yuuri charges off the ice to meet Victor, he’s met with a surprise. The natures of both surprises are a bit different though. ;)
My ally is the force. And a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. It’s energy surrounds us, and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feelthe force around you. Here, between you and me, the tree, the rock, everywhere. Even between the land and the ship.
Too bad people didn’t fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad those emotions didn’t move simultaneously. But each act of madness moved at its own pace, one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. It wasn’t like tandem skydiving, where you were connected as you fell, where you were forced to fall at the same rate and use the same parachute. Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.
This Thranduil x Reader fanfic is based on the above imagine by @elven-nicknacks.
And believe me, the king takes his obligations very seriously. So better be prepared for some steamy action with Thranduil’s talented tongue.
I decided to take this one-shot towards a teasing side and include some very light bondage. But admit it, dominant and in control Thrandy is just absolutely irresistible. So I hope you enjoy your time with the King of Smirkwood ;). And I am definitely not sorry for the smut, the queen deserves a loving treatment from her king.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.
Thranduil’s Talented Tongue
With an exasperated sigh you slammed the door shut behind you, the wood creaking dangerously on its hinges. You were fuming and in a bad temper. „Ah! Those endless meetings!“ you grumbled to yourself, cursing under your breath as you fought to unfasten your cloak. „They drag on forever. Can they not spare the king for one evening?“
You stomped towards the bed and kicked off your slippers seeing with satisfaction as they bounced off the bedpost. „Why do I need to do without him and go to bed alone? They are all just boring officials with boring reports about boring things.“
You flung your cloak into the furthermost corner of the room and threw yourself onto the soft bed, enjoying the springy feeling as you bounced up and down softly with the momentum of your body’s motions. A naughty smile dawned on your face as you were reminded of all the other times the bed had bounced and shaken vigorously those countless times when Thranduil had made love to you there. He was such a passionate lover, tireless and ever striving to please you, his queen. You loved his playfulness and the fact that you could instil in him such desire that he would eventually cast away his self-restraint and do all those unspeakable things to you, his kisses burning on your skin, their imprint remaining on your body as a delicious memory. Just thinking about what he did to you sent flashes of heat through your body and you could feel your core begging to be caressed by his hands as they wandered all over your body just to find the spot that longed to be touched the most.