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[softceleste]

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[yuujispunches]

Of rivalry and ruin ~ M.F. (Part 2)

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Summary: After that party you swear that sleeping with Megumi Fushiguro was merely a mistake but when it keeps happening and lines begin to blur you find hating him more and more complicated.

CW (content working): college AU (modern setting, no curses), aged up Megumi and reader (they’re in their 20s), mentions of shitty father, some cursing, MDNI (+18), mentions of alcohol, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), a bit of angst at the end.

AN (author’s note): Hi guys! I’m so so happy that you’re liking my works, I had most of them written out before but I never thought I’d end up posting them so thank you so much for your support. This is the second part of this short series and I think I’ll probably wrap it up on the next one. As always a reminder that English isn’t my first language and I’m typing this on my phone so I’m sorry if there’re any typos/mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

<<Part 1 || Masterlist || Part 3 >>

You tell yourself it was a one-time thing.

That’s what people say after they sleep with someone they’re not supposed to want, a stupid mistake, a moment of weakness, alcohol and hormones and tension unspooling after years of quiet combustion.

It meant nothing.

But it’s harder to keep lying when it happens again. And again. And again.

The next time it happened, it’s two weeks later, after midterms. You’re stressed, sleep-deprived, shaking with too much caffeine. You run into him outside the humanities building at 2 a.m., both of you cradling takeout and dead-eyed from hours in the library.

You barely say a word. Just drag him into an empty lecture hall and ride him in the back row, still wearing your hoodie and his hand over your mouth when you moan too loud.

After that, it becomes a pattern.

Library glances turn into locked doors. Study breaks turn into makeout sessions in shadowed corners. You fuck in stairwells and parking garages, once even in the back of a cab with the driver up front pretending not to notice.

It’s reckless. It’s addictive. It’s ruining your life.

You don’t know when it stopped being just sex.

Maybe it’s the way he brings you coffee before your 8 a.m. seminar, your order, not his. Or how he notices when you’re quiet and asks what’s wrong, even though he’s the worst at pretending he cares.

Maybe it’s how he doesn’t just undress you with his hands, but with his eyes. Like he’s seeing all the things you never let anyone else close enough to notice.

And worst of all?

You let him.

——————————————————————————

You’re lying on your stomach in his bed one night, hours after you were supposed to be home, one of his pillows beneath your chin and a hand lazily tracing shapes on your bare back.

He’s beside you, equally naked, breathing slow and deep. You think he might be asleep until you shift and his hand slides lower over the curve of your ass, down between your legs.

“Again?” you mumble, already sore.

He hums. “Didn’t hear you complaining an hour ago.”

“I’m complaining now.”

He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Liar.”

You flush.

He slips two fingers between your thighs anyway, and your body betrays you arching back, needy.

“You like this.” He murmurs, voice gone low again. “You like me.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“I already did” He says, slipping two fingers inside you. “Twice.”

You throw a pillow at him, but it’s weak your body’s too busy melting under his touch.

He rolls on top of you, and positions himself on your entrance. Your eyes meet before he starts moving slow, deliberate. This time isn’t fast or wild. It’s not fucking. It’s something else. Something you don’t have a name for. At least not yet. His fingers lace with yours. He kisses your jaw, your temple, your mouth.

You don’t stop him.

When you come, it’s quiet. Like a sigh. Like surrender. He finishes with a groan, collapsing against you.

And for a while, neither of you says anything.

Then he shifts beside you and murmurs, “You’re gonna break my heart.”

You blink, stunned.

“What?”

He doesn’t repeat it. He just lets it linger in the room and echo deep inside you.

You stare at the ceiling, heart beating too fast.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to hate him.

——————————————————————————

It gets worse. People start to notice.

Nobara corners you one night at dinner, poking at her pasta with suspicion.

“So…” She says, chewing slowly, “You’ve been weird lately.”

You blink. “Weird how?”

“Weird like... smiley. Distracted. Glowing. Suspiciously well-fucked.”

You nearly choke on your drink.

She narrows her eyes. “Who is it?”

“There’s no- ”

“If you lie to me, I swear to god I’ll go through your phone.”

You sigh and you give up because you know for a fact that she’s perfectly capable of it so there’s no point in lying to her.

And for the first time, you say his name out loud. Her jaw drops.

“Fushiguro?”

You cringe. “Yeah.”

“As in, your mortal enemy? Your academic nemesis? The guy you almost punched in that poetry seminar?”

You groan and hide your face in your hands, unable to face the fact that, now that you’ve said it out loud, now that someone else knows it makes this all too real. “Please stop.”

She stares at you like you’ve grown a second head. “This is unbelievable. Are you in love with him?”

Your mouth opens. Closes. You don’t answer. That’s answer enough.

——————————————————————————

Finals hit hard.

You’re buried in papers and presentations and the slow, suffocating dread of post-college uncertainty. Your brain is fried. Your planner is bleeding ink and stress.

You see Megumi less. You pretend not to care.

But one night, after a particularly brutal week, you come home and find him sitting outside your apartment.

Hood up. Elbows on his knees. Looking like the end of the world.

Your heart trips.

“Are you ok?” You ask, careful because the expression on his face is something you’ve never seen before on him and it makes your heart clench.

He looks up, eyes shadowed.

“My dad called.”

Oh.

You don’t know much about his family, he doesn’t like to talk about it, only that his dad is a sore subject. Absent. Toxic. One of those people who builds their children out of disappointment and control.

You sit beside him, close but not touching.

“He wants me to take the law school offer.” Megumi says quietly. “But I don’t... I don’t think I want that life.”

You stay silent.

“I thought I did.” He murmurs. “For a long time. Just to prove I could. But now... I don’t know.”

You rest your hand over his.

And for once, he doesn’t pull away. He interlocks fingers with yours, slowly and almost trembling because both of you know what this means. But you don’t mind, at least in that moment.

You sleep together that night but you don’t fuck. He pulls you into his arms and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Steady. Real.

It’s worse than all the times he’s had you moaning beneath him. Worse because it means something.

You’re not sure what. But it terrifies you both.

——————————————————————————

Summer creeps in slow and sticky.

Your last final ends in a blur, and you stumble out into the sun dazed and half-dead, lungs full of freedom.

Megumi’s waiting by the stairs.

You don’t kiss him. Not here. But you want to.

He walks you home.

You tell yourself this is temporary. That it’ll fade once the semester ends. Once you go back to your lives and stop playing pretend.

But then he says something that makes your heart stop. “Come with me this weekend.”

You blink. “Where?”

“Out of town. Just for a few days. My friend Yuji’s throwing a grad party at his family’s cabin.”

You frown. “You want me to meet your friends?”

He shrugs. “You’ve already met me naked. Might as well see how bad my social life is too.”

You hesitate.

He looks away. “You don’t have to.”

“No.” you say, surprising yourself. “I’ll come.”

His eyes meet yours.

And he smiles. Not the smug, condescending smirk you’ve grown used to.

A real smile. It’s dangerous.

You’re already falling and you don’t know if he’ll be there to catch you.

——————————————————————————

The cabin is beautiful.

Perched on the edge of a lake, tucked between trees and birdsong, it smells like pine and possibility. Yuji is a whirlwind, cheerful and chaotic and the human embodiment of a golden retriever, the total opposite to Megumi. You like him immediately.

There’s a group of them old friends, former classmates. You’re the outsider, but they don’t treat you like one. You catch Megumi watching you more than once, like he’s waiting for you to run.

But you don’t. You stay, you laugh at his friend’s jokes, you talk about the places you used to go on vacation with his sister, you steal glances at him and smile quietly.

That night, after too much wine and a firepit under the stars, you sneak away with him to the upstairs bedroom. The walls are wood. The air smells like cedar and summer.

“Your friends are nice.” You say once you’re both alone in your room.

He stays quiet for a moment, his eyes sparkling slightly with a glint that you haven’t seen before. “They loved you.” He say simply and steps closer to you, his hands on your hips. “I already knew though, who wouldn’t?”

His words linger in the air, heavy with the weight of what they could imply.

“You don’t have to- ”

“I do.” He says as his lips start kissing down your neck. “It’s the truth.”

You close your eyes and let him, too scared to dive further into it. You knew what you felt and, for a moment, you think that he might just feel the same.

Soft sighs leave your lips, your skin feels like electricity everywhere he touches.

He undresses you slowly, reverently. It was as if he was trying to carve every second of it into his memory even though he had already seen it countless times.

He lifts you up, carrying you to the bed and places you down carefully, like you were something holy, something worth worshipping. His positions himself on top of you, and his lips descend down your body, slow, too slow. It makes you lift your hips up impatiently.

“Megs…” You whine. “Please…”

“Never thought I’d hear that word coming out of your mouth.” He muse and smirks up at you.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh you’re about to.”

And just like that his mouth is finally on you. He licks a strip down your slit before he starts lapping like a man starved. It leaves you gasping for air, one hand gripping the sheets and the other is tangled into his hair. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he makes you come, but once his face is eye level with yours again he seems proud of it.

You’re breathing heavily and you’re still coming down from your high but your body feels on fire.

“Your turn.” You say before placing a hand on his chest, pushing it lightly and rolling over so that now you were straddling him.

You quickly reach out for the nightstand, grabbing a condom, tearing the wrapper with your teeth and slowly, teasing him.

“Fuck…” He grunts and shudders slightly.

“Who’s impatient now?”

“I can never win with you.”

“You’re about to.” You smile as you repeat the words he had just said moments ago.

He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks up at you, it’s soft, intimate and it makes something inside of you stir.

You sink down on him, slowly, giving you both time to adapt to the sensation before you start moving. He places his hands on your hips and caresses your skin gently.

“God you’re beautiful.” He breathes out, that shine in his eyes still present.

You ride him with the window open, moonlight on your skin and his hands on your hips. He groans your name like a confession.

Later, he pulls you close and whispers, “Stay.”

And that’s what you do.

——————————————————————————

You almost believe it’s real.

Until the night you hear him on the phone.

You’re walking back from the kitchen when you pause outside the door voices muffled, urgent.

“I don’t know what she wants from me.” He says.

Your stomach drops.

“I didn’t ask for this. We weren’t supposed to get serious.”

Silence and then the words that make everything shatter.

“Yeah. I know. I should end it.”

You leave before he sees you. Getting back into bed with a gaping hole inside your chest.

You pack your bag the next morning. He’s still asleep when you slip out.

You don’t leave a note. You don’t need to.

——————————————————————————

The summer passes in pieces. You ignore his texts. You block his number.

You go home, bury yourself in internships and silence and the ache in your chest that refuses to leave.

You should hate him.

You want to.

But even now, you still want to hear his voice.

——————————————————————————

Three months later, you’re back on campus for grad orientation.

You’re early. You always are.

You step into the first seminar of the term, a new building, a new professor, a new beginning.

But the fantasy is short lived because you see him and the whole words seems to freeze.

He’s sitting in the second row. His head lifts. His eyes meet yours and, for a moment, everything falls away.

The pain. The pride. The heartbreak.

You remember his hand on your thigh in the library. The way he kissed your spine when you were half-asleep. How he looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

You want to scream. You want to run.

But instead, you walk down the aisle heart in your throat and take an empty seat on the third row.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do you.

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[joyswonderland1108]

“How on earth is JK hanging up on Tae somehow Jimin's fault?”

JK hangs up on Tae → Tae looks mildly annoyed → Jimin breathes in the same time zone → suddenly it's his masterplan all along 😭 “He manipulated Jungkook with his smirk” girl be serious.

I— You know what? Nevermind. Never. Mind. I've seen the circus and I don’t need front row seats today. These people will see Jungkook unplug the sun and blame the lack of sunlight on Jimin’s aura or something. “He’s too radiant and Jungkook couldn’t take it 🥺” — girl what.

BUT ANYWAY. How are we doing today, fam? How are we feeling? Because Echo just dropped.

And if you’re not listening to it like your life depends on it… what are you doing??? Rent is due, and so is your streaming effort.

Here are two playlists I’m using to stream — because we support our kings with views AND taste. Hopefully they help you too.

Now let’s talk about Jin’s live. Or as I like to call it: The Groupchat Leak None of Us Knew We Needed. Because excuse me, what was THAT? 193 comments from the members???

I swear they either:

Accidentally dropped the groupchat into the public zone,

Are now testing a new social experiment called “Parasocial Group Messaging,”

Or they simply forgot we weren’t supposed to be there.

Honestly? Not complaining. Inject every chaotic interaction directly into my bloodstream. Jin saying “get out of my comments” while simultaneously being soft with them?? Peak hyung behavior. I just know he texted the actual groupchat later like, “Next time use KakaoTalk LIKE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS.”

Now onto the part of the regularly scheduled program where we collectively slap some sense into the jobless haters: "Jikook are never together" “Where is the proof?” “Are you delusional?”

OH I DON’T KNOW. Maybe they listened to a whole song together? Not just any song. "Don't Say You Love Me". Like… really think about the emotional damage in that title and then imagine Jikook choosing that as their bonding soundtrack. I’m not okay, thanks for asking (I'm being delulu leave me alone!!)

And what’s Jungkook doing? Oh just… talking on the phone. And laughing. Right next to Jimin. As if they share one braincell and can’t operate it when they’re apart. So sorry for having eyes and ears and a functioning memory.

Let’s talk about the inside jokes. The bane of every Jikooker's existence. “It looks good on you.” “No, no, it looks good on you.”

✨STAAAAHP✨ I’m tired of being left out like a side character in a K-drama who gets five lines and a heartbreak arc. WHAT LOOKS GOOD ON WHO? IS THIS ABOUT CLOTHES OR SOMETHING ELSE? Give us the context, I’m begging. These two act like we were THERE for the original joke. Like we weren’t just trying to eat our snacks and mind our business before they decided to gaslight us with cryptic matching dialogue.

And THEN. Jungkook just decides that Hopeminkook can carry on the convo post-live like this was a planned coffee chat. Bro straight up ghosted but gave them permission to “go on.” 😂

Meanwhile, I can feel Jin’s soul leaving his body. You just know he hit the groupchat with: “Get. Out. Of. My. Comments.” And Hobi responded with 10 emojis and Jimin sent a picture of his elbow or something equally cursed.

But now, for the highlight of today’s unhinged lesson in Jikookology: DULPO and NETPO.

For the confused among us (it’s okay, you’re loved), let me educate you real quick:

In Korean, numbers go like this:

1 = 하나 (hana)

2 = 둘 (dul)

3 = 셋 (set)

4 = 넷 (net)

Let me explain based on what i know and what i understood :

In the South Korean military artillery units, soldiers are divided into tank/artillery crews, each given a number. And because Korean is a language of poetic chaos and nicknames, this turns into:

Jungkook, an artilleryman (포수 / posu), was assigned to tank crew number 2 → hence the name DULPO (둘포): "둘 (dul)" = two + "포 (po)" = artillery/gunner

Jimin? He was assigned to tank crew number 4, and naturally, his squad is NETPO (넷포): "넷 (net)" = four + "포 (po)" = artillery/gunner

Not just that — Jimin casually decided to let us know that He is the "ACE" of Netpo, and I’m sorry but ??? We now have ranks within nicknames?? You’re telling me this man is out there acing the military?? Can you imagine Jimin just glowing under camouflage paint and being the top gunner in his squad like it's the finale of a K-drama?

Now..

🕵️‍♂️ BTS Mafia Game Chaos (aka Jikook & Hobi being extra on the timeline)

It all starts with Jimin, just casually asking:

지민: 마피아 하실? “Are you going to play the mafia game?”

Enter Jungkook, 1 minute later, saying:

JK: 눈치게임 1 “Timing game 1”

(He’s referring to a Korean timing game called 눈치게임 (Noonchi Game) where everyone tries to say a number in sequence without overlapping someone else's number — like 1, 2, 3, etc. — but if two people say the same number, they lose.)

Then Hobi shows up and drops:

hobi: 즈2 = "2" in a playful/slangy way

Then Jimin says:

지민: 이 = "2" (again)

And finally Jungkook, being over it already, says:

JK: 아 중복 너무 많다 “Ah, there are too many overlaps” 😩

So basically, this was:

Jimin starting chaos with a mafia game suggestion

Jungkook turning it into a Noonchi Game

Everyone yelling "2" like chaotic toddlers

Jungkook realizing they’ve all failed the game instantly because of too many overlaps

TL;DR:

JK hangs up on Tae and that’s somehow Jimin’s fault (???)

Jin’s live was a groupchat simulation gone rogue

Jikook listened to an emotionally devastating song together and smiled through it like psychopaths

We got soft bickering, synchronized laughter, mysterious inside jokes, and now apparently, gaming lore to study

Jimin = Netpo ACE. JK = Dulpo Support Main (probably)

I need a nap

Anyway, stream Echo!!! And don't forget our boys only have about 3 weeks and 4 days left to be with us again!!!

[bambiesfics]

𝐄. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♥️’𝐬 𝐌*𝐥𝐟𝐬 ╰₊✧ ﾟ

Part One - [FIND PART TWO HERE]

ˎˊ˗ SYNOPSIS: You’re a yummy, soft around the edges older lady, with a post-partum body that jiggles in the most delicious ways. Ellie simply can’t get ahold of herself, every time she sees you, her pupils turn into pretty pink hearts, and her clit thumps in rhythm with her beating heart.

ˎˊ˗ A/N: This is re-upload of my series fic, part 2 & 3 are already written!

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓, when Ellie Williams realized for the first time, how much of a sick little whore she was for older women, especially with children.

Her jaw went slack when she walked by your house in the warm weather, lustfully staring at how the crease of your ass was spilling out from under your denim cut off shorts. You were too busy wiping chocolate off your toddler's face to notice the young brunette ogling you like a pervert.

Her steps faltered and then eventually just slowed to a complete stop. A wanton chance to stand there and stare at you. Ellie’s heart was thumping fast, but her clit was thumping faster. You were so womanly, so plush and pretty. Gosh, Ellie was so enamored with the tubby meat of your ass, and those yummy thighs of yours, to notice that her vanilla scoop ice cream had slowly melted atop her tight fist, and the sugary drippings splattered onto the toe-box of her converse sneakers.

When you finally stood up from where you were bent over your toddler, after haven given the aforementioned teen girl, a free, front-row show to ogle at your asscheeks. You’d realized that the same adorable young girl with auburn hair, had been staring at you. You naturally assumed it was heatstroke that made her all stiff like that. So you invited her inside. But reality set in when you noticed that no matter what you were doing, whether it was getting her a glass of water, or placing the back of your hand on her forehead to gauge her temperature, Ellie's eyes always found their way back down to your puffy nipples or your buttcheeks.

She continuously ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she manspread. Or rubbed her palms down her thighs just slow enough for you to catch the pride flag bracelet dangling from her wrist. And in less than a second your thoughts had flitted from ‘Oh…’ to ‘OH!’

You tried to push it into the back of your mind. Because, surely that didn’t mean anything. Ellie was just a nice young lady whose head was stuck in the clouds, the bracelet and the wandering green eyes, they didn’t necessarily mean that she wanted to…fuck you, did it? She’s too young to be so ambitious anyway, to be so wantonly lustful. No not this sweet, slightly spaced out, teenage girl. That’s what you wished to believe, so you rolled off the lustful thoughts, and instead offered her some lunch. A baloney and lettuce sandwhich with the crust cut off. Just how you assumed every kid liked it, It was the motherly thing to do.

“Wanna taste you sooo bad” she muttered as you came up close to place her lunch next to her. In an instant a deep pink blush bloomed wildly on Ellie’s face, her eyes widened in embarrassment and the blood vessels in her eyes became more pronounced. “I-I meant I wanna taste your sandwiches. L-L-like the one you just gave me…..I’m really sorry.” She turned her head to the side “Fuck. me.” The cherry cheeked girl had whispered the last part so low you almost missed it.

Ellie was so fucking humiliated, but she couldn’t help it. All she could do was trip and stumble over her words, and apologize each time her sinful lips accidentally verbalized every vivid fantasy she had, without her brain’s consent. Your curvy, post-partum body was doing sick things to her cunt. Cause damn, all she wanted was to stuff her face under your puffy pussy, tell you to drop your full weight on her head and then beg you to suffocate her.

Ellie got her wish, because after she embarrassed herself, you invited her to watch a few cartoons with your tot. Cartoons transitioned to action thrillers when your toddler got sleepy. And thrillers turned into you riding her tongue as she nipped her pink lips at your thumping, swollen clit. Suckling it into her mouth as she rubbed her own pussy through her jeans. Ellie brought both hands to grab the fatty dough of your ass and forced you to grind on her face, ride her nose until your heart's content. She even licked downwards until she reached your pucker, tonguing your furled tight rim. She’d always wanted to rim a girl, and fuck, today she just might. Before Ellie could continue poking the tip of her tongue into your asshole, you lifted yourself off her face and hovered your pussy above her lips as you came, watching your hole drip out sticky strings of your arousal onto her chin. Ellie held out her tongue to catch it.

And then you—.

“—Ellie!”

“Ellie!”

Your voice ripped right through her fantasy. “I think it’s starting to get late, you should go home now.” You said as you held her shoulder, worried about the ditzy girl.

Ellie’s eyes faltered momentarily, disappointed at the realization she had just gotten too deep into her fantasy again. Of course some random lady with a kid and likely a husband wasn’t going to let her fuck on the first day they met.

She pushed herself off from your counter and readjusted the front of her pants, trying to accommodate her swollen clit.

She hadn’t been this ravenously attracted to a girl in years. She already knew she was going to finger herself at the thought of you and your ass suffocating her deliriously, tonight.

Ellie shuffled outside, hands stuffed in the front of her pockets playing with the little Hawaiian tooth pick you put on her baloney sandwich.

The sun was low, and the horizon of its setting was a warm orange. The air cooled the nape of her neck. All she could think about was you.

Ellie had completely forgotten about how the point of her walk through your neighbour, was to go pick up her date from the next park over.

-Fin-

[kierancaz]

Soo I saw that you were looking for some writing inspiration/requests and I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Thorin x Reader fic where Reader is part of the company and both of them really admire each other but are too afraid to admit it at first and before they confess their feelings there's some sort of miscommunication?

This just came to my mind and I hope it could inspire you a little :)

hey !! thanks so much for requesting something !! I tired my best but I have not written for Thorin before so sorry if he's a little ooc haha. Also sorry this took so damn long I kept starting and stopping and also screwed up my sleep schedule and then 3 days in a row kept getting stomach aches and just couldn’t write more than three lines T_T. If it feels inconsistent or confusing I’m sorry I got lost in the sauce and COULDN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS DOING but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

warnings : none details : reader is human, marriage plot that isn’t super important besides like ^^ the request

pre-post edit: I just went back and read the request again and this might not actually be what you asked for so uh, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna post this anyway bc well it’s written but if you don’t like it lmk and I will try again :)

𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

It was safe to stay that Thorin was not the happiest camper when you joined the company, but he couldn't deny that you intrigued him a bit. Only a little though, you must understand.

You had joined the company a fair bit later, when they were stopped by the tolls. You had arrived just before Gandalf and saw the group tied up. You were going to ignore them and just carry on your way, after all it wasn't any of your business. But watching the little hobbit try and stall for time while none of the dwarves caught on was amusing enough for you to lend your aid. You had a talent for sneaking around, you made no noise when you walked, had no scent you left behind, and with little effort could blend into any environment.

You crept up onto the rock behind where the group of dwarves was tied and dug around in your bag until you pulled out a mirror. The sun was coming up and just peaking over the rock that the trolls had been staying behind. Laying down flat you brought the mirror in front of yourself and moved it until it caught the sunlight and began to reflect it. You bounce it around for a moment, attempting to get a good angle. Finally, you hit the troll standing farthest away right in the face, there was a small noise it made but it was cut off by it's mouth turning to stone. Quickly its head and shoulders and chest also turned to stone.

"Huh, you say something?" The one troll that had been talking to the hobbit said as he turned around along with the other one that was standing over by the fire. They both gasped and the one that had been talking to the hobbit rounded on the little guy again, "what did you little ferret do?!"

"Ferret?" The hobbit stuttered for a moment, doing his best to hop away but fell on his butt. "N-Nothing, I- we didn't do anything."

"Why you little-" The troll made to grab the hobbit but you quickly adjusted your mirror and light been to hit the troll on the side of the head. It started to turn to stone and in an attempt to stop it the troll reached up to block the light but only managed to turn his hand to stone. The other troll shrieked in terror.

"The dawn will take you all!" Cried someone from atop the bolder with a booming voice. A second later he slammed his staff down and the bolder cracked in two, letting the sunlight pour through. All the trolls turned quickly to stone and the dwarves set quickly to setting themselves free. You slid back down the bolder and pocketed your mirror. For some reason, you didn't immediately leave.

"I think we owe someone our thanks." Said a older white haired dwarf as he walked up to you. Gandalf followed him.

"Y/n, fancy running into you here, though I can't say I'm upset." The old wizard smiled at you. You smiled back at him.

"Good to see you too, Gandalf." You turned and offered a bow to the old dwarf and "the name's Y/n, at your service."

The old dwarf smiled, he seemed very pleased with your politeness, and bowed back, "Balin, at yours."

"Is this the company you mentioned Gandalf?" You asked turning back to your old friend.

"What do you know of this company?" Came a rumbling deep voice from your left. You hadn't realized that someone else had joined you. His arms were crossed and judging by the slight crease in his brows he was not very happy.

"Ah- well," you cleared your throat and looked to Gandalf for help but he offered none. "You must be Thorin," you bowed the same as you did for Balin. "I know of your journey, Gandalf told me." Yes, blame the old wizard, that's fine.

Thorin turned to Gandalf with a glare, silently demanding an explanation from him. Gandalf cleared his throat and shifted his weight on his feet slightly, "I first asked Y/n to be our burglar, however she refused me."

"I had family business to attend to at the time." You said and Thorin turned his glare onto you, you stiffened slightly and suddenly wished you didn't say anything at all.

"What are you doing here now?" Thorin asked.

"Well... I was looking for you guys. I figured if I followed your road I'd come across you eventually."

"Why?" Thorin was not looking very pleased. You felt small under his stare and began to fiddle with your hands.

"I was hoping that, well, you may have room for another walker in your company?" Your expression changed into something unsure as you shrugged your shoulders. All Thorin did was stare and you glanced at Gandalf for help.

"She can be of use Thorin, she's very quiet this one, great for sneaking around." Gandalf nodded his staff towards you.

"She also did just save our skins." Added Balin and you were very grateful he had not walked off.

Thorin thought for a moment, but it felt like en eternity. He eyed you up and down before turning away and beginning to walk off. "Fine. But don't slow us down. If you do you'll get left behind."

You've been traveling with the company since then. So far you've made very good friends with everyone but particularly Fili, Kili, Balin and Bilbo. Over time you've also begun to greatly admire the leader of this company, Thorin.

You couldn't deny that you thought he was attractive, you had thought that from the moment you met him. But it was more than just looks you liked about him, you admired how much he cared for his people, his sense of duty to bring them back to their home in Erebor. He carries such a huge burden all on his own and is able to do it with grace and dignity, you understood a little of what that meant, though on a much smaller scale. He was brave and even though he was a king he was always first to throw himself into a fight to protect those around him. And even though he seemed cold on the surface it's very obvious that he cares for all his companions and would do whatever it took to make sure they were safe.

"Watcha lookin' at?" You jumped, Kili had his face right next to yours leaning over your shoulder. He laughed and sat on the rock next to you with his back facing the fire, you smack his arm.

"How long were you there?" You grumbled.

"Oh I don't know, long enough to notice you staring dreamily off at my uncle." He clasped his hands together out in front of him and bat his eyelashes at you in a teasing manner before bursting out laughing like someone told the most hysterical joke known to man.

"I was not! I was just thinking and I zoned out..."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." Kili said once he stopped laughing. "You know you're so obvious right? Everyone sees it."

"Sees what?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and Kili rolled his eyes.

"That you're in love with him!" Kili hit you on the shoulder. "I think it's a good thing personally, Thorin needs someone like you. Someone fun who can lighten his mood, he's always so stoic these days, believe it or not he used to be fun."

"I'm not in love with him." You said and put your chin in your hands, your mood had soured and Kili didn't understand why. "I'm due to be married."

Oh. Oh. Thorin stopped listening.

He had realized you're staring a while ago. He thought, or maybe hoped, that you where staring at him, but it seems you really where just zoned out and didn't realize you where looking in his direction. He started paying attention more when Kili wandered over and tuned in when the two of you started talking. But now he didn't want to listen, you were probably going to go on talking about whoever it is that you're going to be married to and he didn't want to hear it.

"You ok there laddie?" Balin asked appear at his side.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" And it came out a little more snappy than he would've liked.

"No particular reason, just looked like you were staring off into space. But by your tone it sounds like something is on your mind?" Thorin thought for a moment before deciding he shook his head.

"I'm going for a walk." Was what he settled on and he got up and left.

"You what?!" Kili said in shock. "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said. Once I go back home I am to be wed."

"You don't sound very happy about it..."

"I'm not." You said. "I don't want to marry him."

"Then why are you?" Kili sounded almost mad. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"Because I have to Kili. I'm the oldest in my family and with our dad dead I have to be the one to bring in money somehow. There aren't many jobs for women where I am and this guy has enough money to keep my family off the streets and well fed. The reason I decided to seek out this company and join the adventure is because this is the last one I'll be able to go on..." Kili was silent.

Suddenly he shot up on his feet and rounded the rock to stand in front of you. "Thorin is a king. We are going to reclaim our home that is filled with mountains of gold. Tell Thorin you love him and then you can be happy and save your family! It's as simple as that!"

"Thorin is a king. It's not as simple as that."

Kili was making that face he does when he's confused and upset. Eyebrows creased together, pouting, and over all looking like a sad puppy dog. "Get up," he said and tugged roughly on your arm to pull you to your feet.

"What are you doing?!" You half shouted at him as you tried to pry yourself free. "Let me go you lunatic!"

"I'm looking for my uncle." He said and you froze for a second before beginning to fight him again. "He deserves to be happy and so do you, all it takes is for you to admit your feelings to him."

"How do you know that's all it takes?" You snapped and stopped struggling for a moment. "How do you know he thinks of me in the same way I think of him?"

You were every serious, Kili however was not and was looking at you like you had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard. He sighed exasperatedly, your face crumpled in confusion. "Where is he? Do you see, Thorin?"

You took a look around the fire, "um, no, I don't."

Thorin was walking through the woods, he could still see the campfire and hear the voices of everyone so he wasn't far if anything went wrong, but he was far enough that he couldn't properly see any of the individual figures. You had a fiancé? You were going to be married. Thorin didn't know how to describe how he was feeling in this moment. Upset? Mad? Disappointed? Perhaps blindsided was the word, but how could just being blindsided by this information be enough to make him feel this bad. Why did he even care so much?

Well actually he knew why he cared so much. It probably had something to do with that intense warmth that spread throughout him whenever he looked at you. That tightening in his chest whenever you smiled, even if it wasn't at him.

He had noticed a while back the way he was beginning to think of you, but he shoved it down. Hid it away in fear that it would start to interfere with this quest. He needed to make a conscious effort to treat you the same as everyone else. But he still always caught himself wondering if you were tired and needed to rest, if you were warm at night, if you had enough to eat or drink. After a battle or after running away from orcs he always made it a point to check on you personally and he couldn't relax until he did so.

When you first met he thought you were attractive. Just a passing acknowledgement that, for a human, you were nice to look at. But over time, after seeing the way you would blend with the others in conversation, how even though you were the best fighter you still valued the others safety and were willing to put yourself at risk, how much Fili and Kili liked you. You were so kind and unassuming and you always offered to help.

One thing that stood out to Thorin, and that he especially admired about you, was that you stood up to him. It might sound weird, but he liked that you questioned him, and when you thought he was wrong you pointed it out. It didn't happen often, but when you did say he was wrong about something you were usually right. You argued with him when no one else did and somehow he thought that was very attractive of you.

He let out a long sigh and rubbed his temples, all of this thinking was useless. And also making him feel worse, like the hole in his chest was growing. The laughing from around the fire tuned him fully back into his surroundings and with one last look around (so he could at least say he was checking the parameter) he started to head back to camp. As he exited the trees and came back into the little clearing he heard the sound of his nephew.

"Aha! There he is!" Looking to his left Thorin saw Kili and he was pulling you with him. Well, not so much pulling as he was dragging, you were tripping over your own feet with every step and looked about ready to fall.

Kili then yanked you forward, practically throwing you into Thorin with a grin on his face that Thorin just knew meant that Kili knew something he didn't. Thorin reached out and caught you before you could face plant. "Kili, what's going on?" You scoffed as you stood up straighter and brushed yourself off, you had a very sour look on your face that just made Thorin more confused and slightly concerned.

"Y/n has something to talk to you about." He said and winked before running off to go whisper about something with his brother. There was a long stretch of silence and it was very quickly becoming awkward.

Thorin cleared his throat, "there's something you wanted to talk to me about?"

You jumped slightly, Thorin was standing there, hands clasped behind his back and face as un-telling as ever. You chuckled, "oh, uh, it's nothing really. Not that important or anything, you know Kili this is just one of his- uh- things..."

Thorin just grunted in response and turned away. You probably could've used this opportunity to run away but for some reason you didn't. There was another long silence, the two of you just standing next to each other and looking at the rest of the company sitting around the fire. At some point you saw Gandalf look over at you two and when he looked away you could've sworn there was a knowing smile on his face.

"I hear you're getting married once you return home after the journey." Thorin said suddenly.

"What?" You said whirling to face him, "how do you know about that?"

"I over heard you and Kili talking about it." He answered simply and without looking at you. You creased your brows before turning back to look at the company and the fire. Thorin glanced at you, "whoever he is, he's a lucky man."

"And I an unlucky woman." You said with a huff. "I don't want to marry him."

"Oh? Why not?" Thorin asked and turned to you.

"Why? Well for one he is the most arrogant self righteous man I have ever met. He thinks he's the gods gift to man and that everyone he interacts with owes him something. The only reason I even agreed to this arrangement with him is because if I don't my family will lose everything. I much rather marry-- someone else."

After your rant Thorin was feeling significantly lighter. He caught your stutter at the end and the side of his mouth corked up. "Y/n, what was it Kili wanted you to tell me?"

You turned to look at him, eyes wide, but were comforted by the smile on his face. "Well," you said looking up and away to avoid eye contact and clasping your hands in front of you. "Kili wants me to tell you that I'm in love with you. And I am, in love with you I mean."

Thorin chuckled and you peaked back at him, he had a soft smile on his face. "Maybe you're not as unlucky as you thought armâlimê.”

You opened your mouth like you were going to say something, but then what he said seemed to register. You paused and then looked over at him, “what did you just call me?”

He smiled at you softly and took your hand and looked down at it as he spoke, “we can figure out what to do about your family’s situation after the quest, I trust it won’t be to hard to find a solution then.”

Silently your hand tightened around his, touched by what he had said. “And just for the record,” he added looking up into your eyes, “I love you too.”

From a little ways away, over by the fire, you could hear whispered cheers and groans, and the clink of coins being exchanged. You looked over and Kili grinned back, shooting you a thumbs up and you couldn’t help but laugh feelings as light as air and happier than you ever have before.

[slowdripsunrise]

just kidding its not bedtime. i want to make a best of 2024 reads post but i have to update you all its been so long <- guy whos talking to herself over here. spoilers under the cut

lord okay lets see where we left off. meow.

the familiar by leigh bardugo !!!!! rated this one 5 stars, i can see how she lost some of her fans with this one as it didn't have as much magic as her other works do. but i thought the vibes were lovely and i'm always down for a waif of a male love interest. saw some people complaining that she's plagiarizing herself and copying the darkling and alina and well if she is i don't care because i never finished that series and probably never will. lol.

the fox wife by yangsze choo !!!!! oohhhhh the vibes. the snow. the grief. the silliness. ohhhhh my goodness. the characters !!!!!!!!!!! loved this one. 10/10 1000% recommend.

when among crows by veronica roth !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i haven't read anything by roth since i read divergent in maybe middle school. absolutely flabbergasted by the switch up because this was BEAUTIFUL. the setting was lush (as much as chicago can be lush) and rich and full of history and in such a short time i cared for all of the characters. the IMAGERY. of the knights literally ripping the swords from their backs. delicious. the very very very slight touch of romance and the heavier touch of yearning. also delicious. this is such a short book that i recommend to everyone even if you don't think you'll like it, took me less than a day to read. OUHGHGHGHG

the wild huntress by emily lloyd-jones !!!!!!! she did it again yall !!! fucked me up with this one i sure as hell was not expecting that . genuinely one of my favorite YA authors of all time. makes myths feel real and tangible and i was damn there in that forest. the concept is fascinating but familiar and well who doesn't love a little competition. the tragedy of knowing the best parts of you are gone. that you killed them. that the best parts of you were another person that is no longer there and well. okay i was rooting for a throuple there but the established qpr was in fact nice while it lasted and. okay note there is not actually an established in canon qpr but in my mind palace there is. anyway sorry just go read it. lol. its 2 am im tired.

summer sons by lee mandelo !!!!!! another lee mandelo book about fucked up gay people. thank you andrew for being the most repressed man alive and thank you sam for dealing with that. creeped me out because well i am a wimp but it was comforting also.

the whispering dark by kelly andrew !!!!! the second book in a row about a fucked up murderous teacher at a fucked up weird ass school. this one's just in boston not the american south. tbh i was listening to the audiobook and the accents weren't massachusetts enough for me so i turned it off but then i just kept reading lane's and colton's dialogue as blue and gansey. the vibes of those two were PALPABLE. bluesy you will find each other in every lifetime even if one of you is a fucked up demon thing. had fun.

your blood my bones by kelly andrew !!!!!!!!!!! slayed. another qpr/throuple where one of them dies. SAD! writing was gorgeous. imagery immaculate. this one i think was hyped a little bit too much for me to fully enjoy it bc i kept on waiting for something truly. truly insane to happen and well insane things did happen. and you know what they did make me insane. i don't know why i was about to complain i rated this 5 stars. i think the problem was i had just read the wild huntress which is a relatively similar sitch.... (3 people in love with each other in the woods and one of them dies) so it didn't like. blow my mind. but i still recommend.

thats it yall. now i just gotta find the jpegs for my 2024 favs post but that may be happening tomorrow. i sleep 🛏

[mndvx]

Sorry if you’ve answered this question before, but how do you make your gifs?

With an outdated version of photoshop and a lot of patience 😤 my messy process under the cut

let's say i have this movie downloaded in .mp4 i open it in windows movie maker - or any other software that lets you do quick and easy edits and whatnot but me i use wmm even tho it's obsolete i knoooow leave me alone - cut the scene i want to gif out and save it into this tiny little file

then i open photoshop and go into import > video frames into layers (i may be a little bit off in how things are called on PS in english, but they should be in the same places anyway)

this little popup will open

since my file is exclusively the thing i want to gif i don't need to bother with the little arrow-ish things underneath the video player, they're there if you need to shorten your thing or like cut into it.

this bit here needs to be checked like this, it'll set up the gif animation or whatever. so yeah then click Ok

bim bam boom photoshop will open like this

big scary image with many tiny scary images, so first of all what i do is get on the cropping tool

this will show up in the toolbar up top

and in there you set the dimensions of the gif, 1 gif in a gifset that takes up the whole post has to be 540px wide for 2 gif next to each other it's 268px wide and i can't remember 3 by 3 but i never do that so whatever who cares.

once you've set up the dimensions you want, you got this grid thing to move around and set however you want it to be

and then you wait as it painstakingly takes its time to do it

boom! it's done!

so that's your gif raw and unprepared without any filters or whatever, no length, no speed, nothing!

down there you've got the frames of the gif, depending how long is it'll be either a lot or very very short, in this case it's 277 frames, so already you know it's not gonna be just one gif but probably two or three - which i knew btw that's on purpose!!

first thing i do when all the cropping and setting up is done is scroll all the way through the frames to see if there's a bit that won't make it into the gif, and here, there is

these last four frames show a different bit of the scene because i cut shit very messily and don't check before opening photoshop but you know! trust the process! so make sure to select the unwanted bunch and delete them

so now hurray the gif is 273 frames and it's only the one scene i want

and now the fun not fun starts!

to the right you got these, the layers

so you gotta scroll all the way up and NOT forget to click on the very last layer before you start playing around with filters and all that

this little guy right here is my bestien he's the only one i use when editing gifs, fuck everybody else on that row. when making gifs i mostly just use a combination of those three things, brightness/contrast, vibrancy and photo filters

so anyway, let's fool around with those little things and make a gif (i realize now the scene is very dark and it will look very ugly but never mind! we carry on) so there a bunch of random settings added - you gotta make sure they are all the way on top of everything or else they just won't appear on every single frame

what i do then is probably very stupid and there's probably a better way to do it, but MY PROCESS, so i divide the amount of frames i've got by the number of gifs i want to make in a set, so 273/3 that's 91 (thank you google), so we look back down at the frames

and then scroll aaaaaalllll the way back to frame 91 (if you hold shift and use the wheel it'll be much faster) and while still holding shift pressed down click on frame 92

that will select every frame from the last to that and we delete that shit

so now we only have 91 frames and that's one gif. so let's save it! but wait, no you forgot to do something! see the 0.03s? that's the gif speed or whatever, idk how it works but 0.03s is too fast, me i usually use 0.05s so what you do next is select every one of those frames you've got left and click the little pointing down arrow, that'll open that

click Other... and then set it as the speed you want

ok so your gif is at the correct speed NOW you can save it so it's file > export > save for web

this new popup will appear

currently as of 2024 gifs can't be bigger than 10Mb/Mo, this one is 4mo

so we're good we're fine. so then you just click save, name the file whatever you want and VOILAAAA, a djeef!

(and then undo the delete and repeat everything for the other two gifs you'd want to make in that set)

[moyokeansimblr]

hii👋

🌟 Inbox Challenge! 🌟

Let’s get to know each other better and discover some new music together! 🎶

share 3 songs or music artists that you think are underrated or no one else knows about!💌 Let’s exchange some hidden gems and find our next favorite artist!

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Thanks for thinking of me!

Hmm, I never know whether artists are underrated or not because 99% of the music I've listened to since 2018 is European (thanks Eurovision) so it's always stuff that my immediate IRL circle in the US doesn't know 🤔

My current 🥇fav artist is still Ultra Sunn, I know I've mentioned them before. Their song Can You Believe It just does it for me. It just scratches my brain all the right ways. I'm obsessed with it and have listened to it more times in 2024 than any other song by far. Can also strongly recommend Set Yourself On Fire. And just about everything else of theirs.

The next one I wouldn't call underrated, even some of my US friends know who he is, but someone showed me Beaux Rêves by Loïc Nottet ages ago and I just re-discovered it recently. It's definitely been on repeat. I like to sing along even though my French is absolute trash but shh 😜

Third song I'll suggest is Han by Regnvær. This one much like the above two I could easily listen to 20-30 times in a row before wanting to hear something else. I do have Norwegian as one of my languages on Duolingo but I don't do it very often, but I've grasped enough to understand a good chunk of the song's lyrics. But of course songs in languages other than English has never bothered me anyways.

And fourth bonus because I couldn't leave him out, George Ergem. Stolen Skies and If You Hear Me are my favorites. But also have both been on repeat for a long time now. I really love his voice. He's also got a cover of Depeche Mode's Enjoy The Silence which is pretty similar to the original but still pretty cool.

Okay 5th bonus, and they're actually from the US! Twin Tribes, particularly their songs Heart & Feather and Shadows. I like them, sorry I've run out of steam because I'm posting this on my phone and omg has it taken so long. Dunno if it would be faster if I used spotify like a normal person instead of youtube...

I have a kind of music I like for sure though 😛

[eggnogs-stupid-ideas]

Hi sorry i forgot to post two days in a row anyway oc time anther ancient oc, yes I have many of these I swear theres a lore reason they exist

This is Scoville! Hes a Cerbi cookie, a inbetween of a cerberus and a cookie (his being his calmer form out of two), a creation by the cookie god of hell-based magic (Whole lotta au lore) And he, in au, was the first cookie to make civilization near the dragons valley/volcanic areas. He is Capsaicins adoptive grandfather, and he likes to sleep in caves deep in the volcano because its warm, and hes actually extremely friendly. He likes to play wrestle with people but he doesnt get to often because alot of people are terrified of him because who wouldnt be scared of the very large hell cookie also hes friends with Coffee Ground because they could bond over their multi-headed forms (for those whove not seen it, coffee ground is one of a set of conjoined twins), so theyre kinda the odd ones out of the group and they have alot of struggles they can both relate to but the rest cant. hes sad now because he hasnt seen coffee ground in years </3

[iasmelaion]

you know you're absolutely obsessed with an album when listening to it on repeat gives you two fic ideas. fka twigs, thank you for eusexua: you probably didn't intend for it to inspire horny fanfiction about superheroes, but well. it has.

alas, those two ideas are at polar opposite levels of fleshed out:

Idea 1: whole-ass fic outline comes together in my mind palace during three (3) listens of the song "eusexua" on repeat. (watch the music video btw, it's a goddamn work of art.) thanks for the new word and the music, fka twigs! unsurprisingly, this is going to be a horny fic. but also, it will be horny for life in addition to being just plain horny!! because that is what eusexua means to me lolol. For years I've idly contemplated a fic set during Sam's solo search for Bucky post-CATWS and how one might go about explaining these two's weirdly tender Gazes in Endgame, and finalllyyyyyyy I have a fic idea for it!! Very exciting!

Idea 2: listen to "striptease" ten times in a row. (again, watch the music video, it is Art. content note for...biblically accurate fka twigs though??) Contemplate the lyrics. Think, "the striptease is a metaphor, obvsly. the striptease is a metaphor." Start the song over. Contemplate the lyric, "My sternum stretched wide / Opening me feels like a striptease." Think, "emotional intimacy as kink??? is that a thing? can you make emotional intimacy into a kink as opposed to just part of a kink, a consequence of a kink? how would that work?? something something identity porn?" Start the song over. Contemplate the lyric, "Silk for my tears, and lace for my fears / I'm stripping my heart 'til my pain disappears." Think, "lingerie kink?? no, the theme, it doesn't work. however, it is sexy." Start the song over. Lather, rinse, repeat. Anyway, I'm onto something here, I know it!! Surely more repeats of this song will get me there lolol. (if i ever figure this shit out, it will be a Steve/Nat fic.)

anyway, sorry to the defrosted Bucky AU, I will be shifting to the carrot & stick method of fic writing which will undoubtedly slow down that fic's progress, but whatever. blame fka twigs.

[eri-pl]

:) Thanks for the tag! [the tone whiplash is great <3 I mean I get why this is a problem from your point of view, but I don't think it's this jarring but ofc I love everything about those AUs, so...]

Hey, I am become a normal tumblr person! I have more than two WIPs at the same time! XD

Light from a set of drabbles (sorry, the Alder King still doesn't have the PoV guy named!)

He is a hunter, and as such, Amrod doesn't look for Elwing. She'd be away, like a pheasant pretending to have her wing broken. Instead he goes straight to the tallest building, and down. The only place that could hide the light would be the cellar. A silver reflection brightens the wall, and Amrod runs, tearing spiderwebs on the way.

Gift ok this one is from Alder King because I found a snippet without placeholders. (the people talking are Finrod and an OC whom I need to yet name)

"Neither do I. But that's what I have. Your beautiful island, risen in the west by the Valar, the land of gift—- You do know the structure of the tengwar and not just the script, right?" "Of course." "—-'Anna' has always puzzled me. Why even make a letter for a sound that is not used? Why make a letter whose name starts with another sound? I asked my uncle about it." His uncle would be Feanor himself. "And what did he say?" "That he wasn't my full uncle. And that there used to be a sound in there. And that gifts were a dangerous thing, because they made people jealous. Or envious. I'm not sure which he meant, as we did not have the distinction yet, even the word itself was very new and didn't seem very useful. Those were good times."

Look Ooooh! a common word, I managed to find a fragment from I lahorima anna [title to be lightly changed probably but anyway] p2 that is not too spoilery for p1!

"Get the Valar to help stop the forests," said Rainel eagerly. "Make sure— make sure he's doing well." She paused. "And return home." "There is no guarantee of that. I am not saying it's impossible, but no mortals had ever returned. You ask for a lot." Sarnel's heart sank, but when she looked at her sister, she saw only relief.

I also cannot remember who is writing anything, so a free tag: If you see this post during daylight hours, you have been chosen :D (if not, you are still welcome to participate!).

The words: hmm, "gift" was here, let's do the rest of my favorite Tengwar row: heart (or: "rise" if you prefer); power; air (or: the ring Vilya if you prefer). Oh, four words. OK, let's keep gift in there, it is such a nice word especially for the Tolkien fandom XD

WIP Word Search

Tagged by @jaz-the-bard <3 love u!

How it works: I search for the words assigned to me by the person who tagged me and share the relevant snippets. I then choose four words for others to search in their own WIP(s).

I'm gonna use my Berúthiel WIP! I would like to show it off a bit.

My words: rise, need, shadow, number

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Rise: no instances in this WIP!

Need:

Still she could not always stay within her nurse’s protection; she needed her respites from any kind of company or attention, so by necessity she grew more adept at finding sitting-places where she would not be noticed by anyone who happened to come near. Cabinets and garden shrubs and old forgotten rooms became her friends; she would sit snug behind shelter and watch, through greenery or keyhole, as the world went by.

Shadow: (cw for gore on this one!)

“Oh!” said her nurse. “Do you mean – but they are wicked people, child – criminals and misbelievers and barbarous foemen. They ought to suffer. No one would do the like to you – not in a thousand years!” “Yes, they would,” Tamar whispered, and did not know how to put into words the truth of what she was saying: that every time, every time, she felt the knife in the sacrifice’s breast slide like a shadow into her own; that she knew how her blood would run from her in rivulets if spilled, because it would run the same way theirs did; that one heart looked the same as another held up in bloodied hands, and if it might as well be hers as theirs, then what difference did it make which bosom it happened to be torn from?

Number:

Tamar watched them until they went around the corner out of sight. Then she crept into the room they had taken the bags and things out of. Inside, just as she had suspected, she found a lot of shelves and a number of barrels, the gaps between which made marvelous crannies to sit in.

I shall tag @halfelven, @edennill, @fingons-rad-harp, and anyone else who wants to! Your words are hope, road, echo, and home.

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Confession. (Part 3)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I planned to post this over last weekend but I fell behind with the writing. Anyway, I hope this final chapter is worth the wait.

So, the inspiration for this one came from this picture. I had the absolute pleasure (and the dreadful curse) to witness, with my own two eyes, this fucker (affectionate) with rhinestones down his chest at my show.

I never recovered from that day, to be honest, but I promised myself I would definitely write something about it in one of my stories.

So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Confession. (Part1) (Part 2)

Word count: 7.5K (sorry, I couldn't shut up)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex.

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Summary: Rhinestones and ice cream go well together.

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Almost an entire year had passed since that night in your room with Josh, and not once you had stopped thinking about the sweet touch of his lips on your skin, right before drifting off to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

He helped you a lot to calm down your anxiety that night and he still did in the present, even if unconsciously.

Like last time, nobody mentioned anything and it was absolutely fine for you, even though you couldn't deny that you longed for his touch and presence.

You were still working for them.

They had released a new album and they had an international tour going.

You had the absolute pleasure to design some new stage clothes for the four of them and you were really proud of how they had turned out.

The Kiszka brothers were all growing facial hair, now, Danny had a new haircut that made him look like a 70's rock star and him and Josh had developed a novel interest in make-up.

Rhinestones, in particular, had caught their eye and had become a regular part of their stage outfits and make-up.

Their poor make-up artist had to glue indefinite amounts of little shiny stones on their faces every night, and it wasn't always an easy job, especially since one of them kept changing his mind on how he wanted them placed.

Of course, it was Josh you were referring to.

One night you had walked past his greenroom and you had heard him make her change the pattern three times in a row. And he stopped only because she had told him, with every right to do so, that he could do it himself if he didn't like how she was working.

~

Tonight's show was in Milan, Italy.

You had arrived the day before and you were already loving it.

The weather was heavenly.

It wasn't too hot even though it was the beginning of June. There was always a gentle cool breeze, making the beaming sun more bearable.

It was lovely.

The venue was outdoors, the stage was placed in a big field surrounded by trees and apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city.

It was so quiet and calm backstage that you could hear birds sing and crickets chirp in the grass.

You were currently organizing the boys wardrobe when you heard your phone buzz on the table.

It was a message from their make-up artist.

She was telling you that she wasn't feeling well and that she didn't know if she could make it to the show.

She was trapped in the hotel room with high temperature and she was afraid to infect the boys too.

But, what caused your hands to start shaking was the last line of the text.

She was asking you to help Danny and Josh with the rhinestones before the show.

At the exact moment you set the phone back on the table, Josh bursted in the room with his usual antics.

"Y/N, we need to practice with the rhinestones for tonight!" he said, with a beaming smile that exposed his perfect white teeth.

"Josh, it's eleven in the morning, the show it's at nine thirty tonight, we have plenty of time" You retorted, chuckling.

"We are already late, c'mon" he said, pushing a makeup bag into your chest, rather impatiently.

~

Two hours later you had a piercing headache caused by Josh's incessant rambling, but, at least, he had decided how he wanted the rhinestones on his cheeks.

You were so hungry that you couldn't even think straight anymore, so you accepted Josh's invite to have your lunch break with them.

When you met Danny, you asked him how he wanted his rhinestones and, in less than a minute, he explained everything to you.

Those two couldn't be more different, you thought, smiling to yourself.

You sat there with them for a while and you noticed how Jake and Sam kept stealing glances at you, with little smirks on their faces.

You were sitting on an outdoor sofa next to Josh, who was sitting on the grass, and Danny, who was perched on the armrest.

When Josh spoke to you, without thinking, he placed one of his hands on your knee, and you jolted a little.

You didn't expect him to do that.

Your cheeks pinkened a little and you caught Jake whispering something to Sam, and then they turned towards you and winked at the same time.

You blushed furiously and stood up, excusing yourself and muttering something about retrieving a new water bottle.

You wandered for a while backstage trying to calm down and then decided to go back.

When you arrived, you sat back in your spot and Jake and Sam acted like nothing happened.

Those two are up to something, you thought.

~

It was eight o'clock now and you were in the usual greenroom, checking the boys outfit for the umpteenth time.

You were carefully tracing the seams with your fingers, in case you spotted little damages in the fabric, when someone pushed the door open without knocking.

You already knew who it was, even without looking up from your task.

"Y/N, we should start with the rhinestones" he said smiling, already dressed in his stage clothes despite the show being almost two hours away.

"Are you sure you are not going to ruin them before everything starts?" You said and he assured you that he wouldn't.

You grabbed the make-up bag he was handing to you and started preparing everything you needed, while Josh sipped on his usual pre-show drink.

You grabbed a paper cup and you started placing different sized rhinestones on the back of it and then you retrieved the glue and the tweezers.

Once everything was ready, you approached him.

"Ok, Josh, now stay still and remember that I won't be as good as your make-up artist." You said and he grasped your shoulders.

"Y/N, you are going to do a perfect job, like everything you do, I just know this, so stop worrying." He said in a sweet tone, smiling brightly.

You blushed and, as you turned around to grab the glue, you bit your lip trying not to swoon.

In the morning, he had decided he wanted just two rows of silver rhinestones on his cheeks, so you tilted his face upwards a little, and started placing little droplets of glue on his skin.

You two were almost the same height, so it was rather simple.

Once you finished placing the glue on one cheek, you started applying the gems with tweezers. Your hands were a little shaky, but you managed to control yourself and you didn't drop any of them.

Josh kept so still that you almost didn't recognise him. Usually he was always fidgeting around like a curious child.

You tried not to think too much about his proximity, even though one or two times you almost lost yourself in his eyes.

You were afraid he could hear your heartbeat, since your heart was hammering in your chest, but you tried to push the thought away.

Once you were finished with his right cheek, you started with the other, gently turning his face towards you with shaky fingers.

He winked playfully to you and you genuinely laughed because he managed to break your concentration, but at the same time, helped you to ease your tension a bit.

You applied the glue to his skin and successfully placed the gems. Once you were finished, you exhaled a deep relieved breath and finally relaxed.

Then you remembered that Danny needed your help too, so nervousness slowly crept up on your mind again.

You texted him to come to the room and thirty seconds later he was there with the two of you.

Josh sat on the sofa with his phone as you helped Danny with his make-up.

If with Josh, the both of you could stand up while applying the gems, with Danny it was impossible.

You barely reached his shoulders so you asked him to sit down on the sofa.

You perched yourself on the armrest and you started working on his eyes. Since he chose black rhinestones that were very small and difficult to place, you had to move really close to his face to apply them exactly how he wanted them.

You tilted his face more against the back of the couch as you almost loomed over him, deep in concentration.

You could sense Josh's eyes burning on you, but you kept your concentration fixed on the task at hand.

Once you were finished, Danny thanked you and left you and Josh alone.

You sat down next to him with a sigh.

Then, silence filled the room.

After a moment, Josh spoke.

"I have changed my mind" he sighed and your head snapped in his direction.

"And you are telling me this now? We wasted two hour this morning to decide the design and half an hour now to apply them and now you decide that you don't like it?" you told him, shocked.

He genuinely laughed and wrapped a hand around your knee, squeezing it and keeping eye contact.

"No, love, I just want to add something, relax" he said chuckling and reassuring you.

He stood up from the couch and started rummaging inside the bag. He placed a few more rhinestones on the back of the paper cup and handed it to you.

You didn't know what he had in mind, so you almost choked when he spoke.

"What do you think… maybe we could add a line down my chest?" He said, masking his boldness with an innocent expression in his deep brown eyes, tracing a line on his smooth chest.

You laughed, but then your cheeks flushed deep red when you understood he was serious.

Your heart rate sped up exponentially.

You nodded in silence and grabbed the glue. With shaking fingers and ringing ears, you stared at the expanse of his exposed chest that his velvet gold jumpsuit left exposed.

You started placing the rhinestones from the hollow of his throat and proceeded downwards.

The more you moved closer to the zipper, the more your heart raced.

Once you were finished, you excused yourself and went outside to calm down a bit.

You just wanted to press him again he wall and…

You shook your head trying to push those thoughts away.

The cool breeze was still present and you felt immediately better, your flushed skin was slowly cooling and your heart was finally finding a moment of peace.

"Hey, love, how are you?" You jumped clutching a hand to your chest as Jake materialized in front of you from mid-darkness.

"Oh my God" you gasped.

"Sorry to disappoint you, it's just me" he chuckled.

"Very funny" you retorted rather abruptly and he raised his hands in defence.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, just… please tell me you don't want me to place other rhinestones. They make me nauseous." You said groaning.

"Well, in reality, I was thinking I'd like some." He threatened.

"Really?" You asked, shoked by his words.

"Yeah" he said and then his tone turned sultry as he came closer to you to whisper "maybe down my…" he started and you stopped him immediately once you understood where the conversation was going and that he was messing with you.

"Jake!" You admonished him and he let out a belly laugh.

"You have a dirty mind, love, I was gonna say down my fingers" he winked.

You lowered your gaze on your watch and you almost gulped.

"You have half an hour to get ready. Please don't shred your stage outfits to pieces" you said, opening the door for him to enter, but staying outside.

"I am going to text Danny to come get ready" you said, grabbing your phone.

"Are you not coming in?" Jake asked.

"No, I'll wait outside while you all get ready" you answered matter-of-factly.

He came to the door and beckoned you to come closer to him.

"We could have fun in here, c'mon" he joked and winked.

You scoffed and shook your head, as you texted Danny.

~

Danny arrived running and carrying Sammy on his shoulders, the both of them laughing like crazy.

When you opened the door for them to enter, Josh grasped your wrist and tugged you inside with them.

You noticed that half of the rhinestones were missing from his face.

"Josh, what did you do? Where are the rhinestones? Please tell me you didn't change your mind twenty minutes before the show" you started rambling and he chuckled and grasped your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes.

"No, no. I didn't change my mind." He said and bursted out laughing.

"You know me, I am an idiot, I dozed off on the couch and they got stuck to the cushion." He snickered.

You shook your head in disbelief.

"Let's reapply them, and please, this time try not to ruin them" you said while gathering the things you needed.

"Yes, Mum" he said in a condescending tone.

When you started reapplying them, you saw Jake approaching in your peripheral.

He was shirtless and had his phone out.

At that moment, Josh started acting and rambling about a "rhinestoned diary" and about the high art of applying rhinestones.

You hardly contained your laughter and you completed the task as he went on with his improvised performance.

When he didn't know what to say anymore, he flipped off the camera and Jake cut the video before starting to laugh.

Sam and Danny started laughing too, but you were interrupted by a knock on the door and the final call to the stage.

~

After the show, the boys were still buzzing with excitement at the little afterparty the owner of the venue had organized.

They were offered a tasting of fine Italian wines and they were more than happy to try all of them.

Once they were finished, you went back to the hotel with them and finally relaxed on the bed of your own room.

You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Josh:

I made a mess with the jumpsuit, I need your help, please.

What can he possibly have done this time? You thought as you grabbed your phone and your sewing bag and padded down the corridor.

You knocked on his door and heard his muffled voice from the inside, telling you to come in.

When you opened the door, you saw him sitting on his bed with his jumpsuit slightly unzipped.

From where you were, it looked fine, but you were afraid of what the 'mess' he referred to in the text implied.

You closed the door and approached him, scanning the fabric for any damage.

"What happened?" You asked, in a whisper.

He looked at you and grinned.

"Nothing," he said, chuckling lightly.

"But you said…" you started taking but he interrupted you, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"It was just an excuse to make you come here, I knew you wouldn't if I asked you without telling you it was an emergency" he said mischievously and you scoffed.

"That's not true" you retorted.

It was his turn to scoff, then he turned around and grabbed a paper box and two spoons.

"Do you like ice cream?" He asked rather innocently as he opened the container.

"Yes, of course" you answered and he handed you a spoon.

"Try this, then" he said sweetly.

"May I ask you where you got this?" You asked curious.

"We stole it" he confessed, biting his lip.

"What?" You gasped, outraged.

"Well, Jake stole it and we planned on eating it but then he told me he had an idea for a riff and went back to his room to write it down. That's why I have two spoons." He explained to you.

"And I didn't want to waste it, so…" he said and dipped the spoon inside the ice cream.

You did the same and almost moaned at the taste.

It was heavenly. The best Tiramisu flavoured gelato you have ever had.

"This is… so good" You told him and he nodded, taking another spoonful, humming at the rich taste.

You ate it in silence, save for the occasional hum of pleasure because of the ice cream.

You were sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the ice cream box in between the two of you.

This position allowed you to admire him.

The bedside table lamp was on, casting a warm golden glow on the right side of his body and creating a magical contrast with the cold bluish light coming from the moon outside, lighting up his left side.

He still had rhinestones on his skin. The little gems kept catching the light every time he moved.

The row he had down his chest glimmered with every inhale and exhale, shining golden or silver depending on which side he turned.

They were hypnotizing you, making it impossible for you to take your eyes off the smooth skin of his chest, exposed further by the unzipped fabric.

The jumpsuit he was wearing was velvety and embroidered with white roses linked by green thorny branches on an ocher background. That color complimented his tanned skin and golden brown eyes, making him almost shine. The rhinestones applied to the fabric added the final touch to it.

You were very proud of the work you had done with this one. And you loved it on him. The sharp v-neck was your idea and it looked heavenly on him.

He cleared his throat and you caught yourself staring. You blushed and dropped your gaze to the black comforter of his bed.

You didn't notice how close you were sitting, but as you locked gazes again you couldn't take your eyes off his.

He leaned imperceptibly closer and opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something.

Your brain was completely blank, you felt like you were under a spell.

His spell.

He lifted his right hand and grazed your cheek.

You were holding your breath, unable to move.

"You have some ice cream here" he whispered, slowly stroking his thumb over your bottom lip.

You licked your lip carefully, and his gaze grew darker.

"May I kiss you?" He asked breathlessly and you almost whined.

You nodded and his lips were on yours immediately, gentle and soft.

You felt your body flush with heat.

His right hand was still on your cheek, his thumb was leaving featherlight touches on your cheekbone.

Your hands went to his shoulders, keeping him close to you.

With a sigh, you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue timidly licked your bottom lip and then touched yours with gentle strokes.

He tasted of Tiramisu and something else, softer, that you could only describe as Josh.

You hummed at his taste, just like you did moments before, while tasting the ice cream, and you felt the need to crawl closer to him.

In doing so, you tried to place the box out of the way on his nightstand without looking at what you were doing. So you involuntarily dipped your fingers in what was left of the ice cream and gasped into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking the remnants of ice cream off them, maintaining a burning eye contact.

When he let go of your hand, you grasped his face between yours and smashed your mouths together in a hungry kiss.

His hands found your hips and dragged you on top of him, without breaking the kiss, making you straddle his lap with your knees on either side of his hips.

You whimpered when you felt how hard he was and, in response, he pressed your hips more into his, groaning in your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him pressed to your mouth, your lips were turning swollen but you didn't care. You couldn't get enough of his kisses, his soft lips were skilled and delicious.

His hands on your hips guided you forward against him and you bit his bottom lip as his erection pressed against your center.

He repeated the motion, guiding you to slowly grind on him. Then, as you moved against him, his hands slid on your ass, squeezing it and guiding your movements.

A whine left the depths of your throat but was swallowed by him as your tongues danced together.

He broke the kiss and you both took a shuddering breath.

Your foreheads were pressed together as you tried to catch your breath.

He was the first one to speak.

"Stay with me tonight, please" he whispered with his eyes squeezed shut.

You grazed the flushed skin of his cheeks with your thumbs, right under the rhinestones, and whispered his name.

He opened his eyes, then, and looked at you with bated breath as he waited for you to answer him.

You didn't answer him immediately. You kissed him again and slowly traced your fingers down his throat, following the row of rhinestones on his chest, only to stop right where the zipper was.

You stopped there and a whimper escaped his swollen pink lips.

You met his gaze as you whispered back a simple word, right on his lips.

"Ok" you said as your fingers found the slider and slowly started to drag it downwards, opening the jumpsuit every inch more.

His hands made their way under your tshirt and started tracing the skin of your spine, upwards.

You heard him gasp as he discovered you weren't wearing a bra.

His fingers made their way to your front, his thumbs traced your sides and stopped right on the underside of your breasts.

He was about to ask for your permission, but you stopped him, quickly grasping his wrists and dragging his hands upwards, making his thumbs graze the soft skin of your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth as he rolled the hardened peaks under his pads.

Your hips kept moving against his and you both were growing impatient. You could feel wetness pool in your panties.

You had managed to unzip the jumpsuit almost all the way, exposing his tanned chest and a good portion of his happy trail.

You stroked it with your thumb and then moved upwards, splaying your hands on his chest and stroking the flushed skin. You reached his nipples and massaged them with trembling fingers.

It was his turn to moan this time and the sound made you shiver.

You wanted to hear it again.

"May I?" He asked with the hem of your tshirt between his fingers.

"Please" you whispered.

He tugged it slowly away from your body and whimpered, pressing his forehead on your collarbone.

He left a track of kisses down your sternum, and then wrapped his wet lips around one of your nipples, slowly kneading your other breast with gentle fingers.

This time, when you moaned, you felt him twitch in his pants.

Your hands reached for his shoulders again and slowly made the jumpsuit slide down his arms.

His chest was free and exposed now, the rhinestones there were glittering madly because of his heavy breathing.

He kissed you again and slowly one of his hands made its way between your legs, gently cupping your heat over the fabric of your shorts.

You bit his lip mid-kiss and he pressed harder.

"Please" you whimpered and he chuckled.

He dipped his fingers inside and felt how wet you were through your panties.

He pushed the wet fabric aside and, as he stroked your naked skin you leant your head on his shoulder, your nails digging in the skin of his biceps, making him hiss.

You dipped your thumb in his navel and then started palming him through the fabric of the jumpsuit that was laying bunched on his hips.

You dipped your fingers inside and stroked his patch of pubic hair with your thumb.

Then, everything happened so quickly that it made you feel dizzy.

You both got rid of your clothes in record time and resumed your previous position. His cock, hard and leaking, was pressed between your trembling bodies, now.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, his voice was sweet and shaking with need.

You leant your forehead against his and answered him.

"Yes, please, I need you. I have been dreaming about this since that night in your room" You confessed, blushing under his piercing gaze.

"Fuck, you don't even know how many times I thought about you, how many nights I made myself cum thinking about your mouth and the sweetness of your cunt." He revealed breathlessly.

You kissed him again and he brought you closer to him with the grip of his hands on your ass.

Your chests were pressed together now, rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He was the first to speak, calling your name like it was the sweetest word in the world, his eyes boring holes into yours.

"Please, fuck me" he whispered and you immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, gifting him with gentle strokes, and admiring without shame how he looked encompassed in your shaking hand.

Your head snapped up when a pained curse escaped him.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms" he whispered, defeated, with his eyes squeezed shut, as he leant his head back against the headboard with a low thud.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion. You moved closer to his ear and grazed the little silver loop he wore in his earlobe with your teeth, tugging lightly and making him whimper.

"I am on birth control. And I am clean. Honestly, I don't even remember when was the last time I had sex." You realized what you said and you blushed, furiously.

An imperceptible sigh left his lips and he kissed the tip of your nose.

"No need to blush, love. I am going to take good care of you if you'll let me. I am clean too, last time I had sex was ages ago for me, too, so don't be embarrassed." He said as his fingers traced up and down your spine.

"You are really beautiful, did you know that?" He complimented you and your cheeks were even more aflame than before.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his soft skin. Then you licked a slow stripe from his sternum to the hollow of his throat, following the line of rhinestones, feeling the gems under your tongue.

He whined low in his chest at your action.

"I could tell you the same, Josh" you whispered into his neck, your lips grazing the protruding vein on the side of his throat.

"Are you really sure about this?" He asked sincerely.

"Please, I need you" you answered him.

With the grip he had on your hips he pushed you upwards so that he had to crane his neck to look into your eyes. He looked amazing like that.

He kissed your sternum and dragged the tip of his cock between your wet folds with barely any pressure.

It was just a featherlight touch, but it had you shudder with the promise of what was to come.

He stroked your clit a few times with it and then dipped lower.

Eyes in eyes, you pressed against him just barely and you shivered with anticipation.

"Take your time, don't rush, love" he whispered and you let yourself press down a bit more, feeling his tip slide inside of you.

You both whimpered, you because of the slight sting you felt as he started stretching your walls and him because of the feeling of your wetness and warmth around him.

His hands kept you up and he was careful not to move and hurt you.

"Shh, it's ok, relax baby, breathe for me, remember? In and out, just like that night" he whispered soothingly into your hear.

You followed his instructions and kissed his neck as you let your body slowly sink down onto him.

His breath caught in his throat as your warmth encompassed his length.

You moved so slowly that none of you made a sound, but when he bottomed out inside of you you released a deep sigh that transformed into a moan.

"Good God above" he whimpered through gritted teeth, forehead pressing into your shoulder.

Your brain couldn't find words to describe how you were feeling so you let out a whine and a sob at the feeling of him so deep inside you.

Once you were ready, you experimentally rolled your hips forward and an unexpected moan left your lips. You felt him even deeper and involuntarily clenched around him.

He groaned and his hands flew to your hips, gripping you so hard he was going to leave marks.

You repeated the action and you both moaned in unison in each other's mouths. You kissed again, his tongue felt heavenly as it massaged your own. The kiss was slow and languid, just like the rhythm you two were keeping.

"You are so tight and warm, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you traced your pointed tongue around them, feeling his moustache tickle you.

An idea occurred to you, and you knew he would love it.

You gave him a quick kiss and then leaned backwards, planting your hands flat on the comforter between his parted legs, but keeping your hips flush against his.

He furrowed his brows at you, but you saw that confused expression leave his face in a heartbeat when you moved your hips forward slowly.

His face contorted in utmost pleasure when his eyes focused on where your bodies were meeting and he could see himself slowly slide out of you, glistening with your arousal, and then disappearing again deep inside of you.

His eyes met yours briefly and you winked, making a wicked smirk appear on his lips.

You kept moving like that as you both watched your bodies meet at a constant pace.

After a while, you decided to try something.

You gently brought your right foot on his right shoulder, spreading yourself even more for him and rolled your hips into his.

"Fuck, baby, this is so filthy" He cursed loudly.

You clenched around him and he groaned, picking up his pace slightly, keeping you in place with one hand on your hip and one behind himself, on the bed.

He turned his face towards your leg on his shoulder and he slowly started sucking a mark on the inside of your calf, then released your skin with a final bite.

His whines were more frequent now as he watched with rapt attention his cock slide in and out of your soaked entrance.

You were gripping the comforter between your fingers and as he started rolling his thumb against our clit, you released a high pitched whine and let your head loll backwards in pleasure.

Suddenly, the heel of his other hand pressed on your lower tummy and you tightened in a vice-like grip around him.

A series of curses and groans left his lips and his face contorted in a shocked expression as his orgasm washed over him, completely unexpected. A string of apologies followed suit, between groans of pleasure and whispers of your name.

You were close too, just a few more strokes would have brought you to your climax, but he had another idea.

In a matter of seconds, you were pushed backwards and you found yourself lying on your back with your head slightly dangling from the bed.

In record time, his face was buried between your legs, lapping at you with ardor.

Your whimpers turned into moans when he plunged two fingers inside of you, curling them repeatedly upwards in a fervent pace.

The slurping sounds you could hear as he sucked your clit into his mouth reminded you that he was tasting his own cum leaking from your folds. The thought brought you to your orgasm, quickly.

Your hands gripped his hair strongly, keeping him flush against you and you ground your hips against his mouth, clenching around his fingers.

The sensation was so intense that not a single sound left your lips.

When you were finally able to come down from the blinding pleasure, you whined and tried to pull away from his mouth as his hot tongue kept stroking your overstimulated clit. The tickling sensation of his facial hair between your legs was making you shiver and whimper.

Finally, he emerged from between your legs, with his cheeks flushed and his mouth and chin glistening with traces of your and his arousal that were sleeking his mustache and goatee completely.

He looked so sinful and yet so sweet.

The light of the moon was casting a silver glow on him and you noticed with a chuckle that the rhinestones were still on his skin.

Well, mostly.

His eyes met yours and he winked.

"We taste even better than that ice cream together" he whispered on your lower tummy and you groaned at the image his words brought back into your brain.

You didn't expect him to say something so filthy with the sweetest look into his eyes.

As you relaxed onto the bed, you felt your eyelids turn heavy.

The last thing you remember was the sight of the moon shining bright high in the sky and the featherlight feeling of his lips on your hip bone.

~

You woke up to the sound of little birds chirping very close.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the faint pale blue light typical of a clear early morning, illuminating every surface of the room.

The sun wasn't up yet.

Your head was still slightly dangling off the side of the bed and from there you could see that a faint pink hue was slowly greeting the horizon, making the cold blue light turn warm every second more.

Just like your body.

You woke up feeling a little cold. The open window behind you was ajar, making the slightly crispy morning breeze stroke your skin gently.

That sensation was contrasting with the warmth enveloping your lower half.

You slowly raised your head from the mattress to investigate the reason and your body flushed all over with warmth, mirroring the warm pink tint of the sky that was slowly, but steadily, drowning out the cold blue light.

His body was still tangled with yours and draped over your lower half. His head was resting on your tummy, right under your navel and his mouth was so close to your mound that his warm breath was practically fanning over you with every breath he took, right between your legs, warming you all over.

You bit your lower lip as a wild smile twisted your features. Images of what had happened between the two of you that night were flashing behind your eyelids as you gently stroked his hair, combing his soft curls between your fingers.

After a while, he stirred.

The grip he had on your hips tightened as his eyes focused on his surroundings.

You inhaled sharply when he placed a little kiss on your tummy and then raised his head and eyes to greet you.

"Morning, beautiful" he whispered, his morning voice had you almost whimpering. The look in his eyes was so soft and his skin looked amazing in the pink light that was turning brighter every second more.

"Hi" you whispered, still stroking his hair and he purred like a cat at the feeling.

He started placing tender kisses all over your tummy, slowly inching upwards.

He continued his path on your sternum, on the hollow of your throat, finally landing on your lips. He left a little peck there and then followed the same path backwards, without breaking eye contact.

His hot breath made your skin prickle with goosebumps the more he descended.

He stopped between your legs and his eyes met yours.

You saw him lower himself between your legs and you felt his warm breath fanning over your core as he placed a little innocent kiss there.

Then, a whimper left your lips as the flat of his tongue delivered a painfully slow stroke, parting your lower lips and gently caressing your clit.

He hummed at your taste and crawled upwards to speak into your ear.

"Will you let me make you cum one more time, baby?" He whispered into your ear, making you bite your lower lip.

His forehead pressed against yours as he waited for your answer.

"Please, Josh" you whimpered back and you saw his eyes roll back upon hearing your plea.

"I want to make you cum on my cock this time, is this ok?" He asked once he had regained his composure.

You groaned at his words.

"Please, yes. I need you" you almost whined into his ear and he smiled sweetly.

His hands grasped your hips as helped you reposition yourself with your head on the pillow.

He kissed you and lowered his body onto yours. The warmth of his skin made your skin cover in goosebumps.

You made room for him, opening your legs and welcoming him between them and you gasped at the feeling of the tip of his already hard cock grazing your soaked folds.

Your hands were shaking as you placed them onto his back, losing yourself in his warmth and softness.

"Ready?" He asked and when you whispered a breathy 'yes' into his ear, he pressed gently inside of you.

A sob of pleasure left your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips instantly, sending him even deeper and keeping him flush against you.

The stretch his girth was providing was nothing short of delicious and it made your mouth water and your head feel dizzy.

Your fingers stared tracing up and down his spine and he started moving, gaining a shudder from you.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as he pushed out of you and it turned into a gasp when he pushed back inside, torturously slow.

He repeated the action, again and again, building a consistent rhythm.

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, but they were everything you had ever needed.

Your nails pressed in the soft skin of his back as the pleasure was building harshly inside of you.

He nudged your g-spot constantly, bringing you close quickly.

Too quickly.

You wanted him to fuck you just like that forever.

Your walls clenched around him and a low whimper left his lips.

"Please, Josh, don't stop" you whined into the skin of his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he groaned, his lips met your ear and you clenched around him making him let out a low drawn-out whimper.

You were close and by the sound of his groans, that raised in volume the more you clenched around him, he was too.

He kissed you again, deeply. His tongue languidly stroked yours, stealing your breath away.

He grazed your bottom lip with his thumb and slowly pressed it inside your mouth.

You sucked it eagerly and saw his eyes roll back.

He was quick to bring it between your legs and met your clit, stroking it at a quick pace.

"Josh" you groaned, clawing at his back and tightening your legs even more around him.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours nodding.

"Me too, baby" he let out in a pained tone.

The sky outside was now painted in fiery reds, rich yellows and delicate shades of orange and pink that reflected on his skin, his wild hair and his irises, making him look like an enchanted creature.

It reminded you of the sun, which was mere seconds away from rising.

When the first crimson ray of sunshine glimmered inside the room and into his eyes, you both came, clinging onto each other for dear life.

Warmth spread into your body as his hot release painted your walls, making you feel like you were touching the stars with bare fingers.

Breathy moans and whimpers filled the room, replaced by ragged breaths when you both tried to calm down from an explosive orgasm.

He slumped on top of you and you wrapped yourself around him. You didn't want to let him go.

After a while he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost yourselves in each other eyes for a moment and then bursted out laughing.

"That was incredible" he said, nuzzling your nose with his and you nodded blushing.

He slowly pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, admiring the marvelous colors of the sky reflecting on the ceiling.

After a while, you felt his fingers graze your hand.

He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle peck on the back of it.

You blushed at the simple gesture and he chuckled, turning towards you.

"We just had the most mindblowing sex ever and you blush for a simple kiss on the back of your hand?" He whispered with a heart stopping smile on his face.

You swatted his chest, but started laughing nonetheless at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"We should take a shower, before we leave for Vienne" you whispered into his skin and he groaned, not wanting to move.

"Just five more minutes" he said mirroring your position and hiding his face into your neck.

"We should get a move, your brothers will have your head if you are late again." You whispered and stood up.

"I will, on one condition" he bargained.

You looked at him with a suspicious look.

"If you shower with me, I'll stop complaining" he said, with a smirk.

"Ok, let's go" you told him rolling your eyes at him.

He relented with a huff and followed you to the bathroom.

~

You were the first one to emerge from the shower.

You padded into the room with only a towel around your body, admiring the way the warm morning light cascaded over things, casting intricate shadows.

You were about to let the towel fall on the floor and raid Josh's suitcase for something to wear when someone cleared their throat behind you.

You let out a loud screech and turned around so quickly your head was spinning.

Jake was sitting in the corner of the room on the armchair near one of the windows, looking at you with a playful smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jake?" You almost screamed.

"Looks like I am gaining some money" He chuckled as you looked at him with a confused expression on your face.

"How did you get in here?!" You asked looking at the door which was still locked.

"From the balcony, I'm in the room right next to this one" he said nonchalantly

You paled.

"You are telling me you leaped over the balcony? Are you crazy?" You asked him, shocked.

"It was fun" he said and winked.

"We are on the fourth floor, Jake!" You admonished him.

He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. His eyes fixed on a spot on your thigh and his smirk turned smug.

"You have something there" he said, pointing at your leg.

You lowered your gaze and blushed when you noticed that halfway on the inside of your thigh there were two little rhinestones.

At that moment, Josh entered the room and greeted his brother like it was perfectly normal seeing him there with the door still locked.

He came closer to you and gave you a beaming smile.

"You could have told me I had rhinestones on my thighs" you whispered trying to avoid Jake eavesdropping.

"Why? They looked good there, with my cum dripping out of you and streaking your skin." He whispered nipping at your jaw.

You blushed wildly at his words and heard Jake chuckle.

"How are you, brother?" Josh asked Jake casually, like it was usual for him to show up in someone else's room completely unannounced.

"Really fine, actually. Sam owes me 50$" he said grinning and winked towards you.

"For what?" Josh asked, completely oblivious.

"For this" Jake answered motioning towards the two of you with his outstretched hand.

"What?!" You shouted.

"Don't get me wrong. We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later." He said motioning again to the two of you.

"Sam though that after you would have gone back to your room. But I bet on you staying the night." he said with a smug smirk.

You were turning every shade of crimson that existed and you scoffed outraged.

After a second, Josh started laughing like mad and the mere fact brought a smile to your lips.

You grabbed the black tshirt and grey boxers Josh handed you and you went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back Josh was nowhere to be seen.

"He's on the balcony" Jake said from his usual spot on the armchair in the corner of the room.

He stood and approached you with a smirk.

He was so close you could smell his body wash.

"Are you sure you chose the right twin, love?" He whispered into your ear.

[dapandapod]

Hii! For mermay prompts, how about depth for geraskier (ofc)

WHY YES OF COURSE FRANKSTER! and uh, I made you choose between prince and amnesia, because both of those popped into my head at the prompt. Prince was chosen and here we are! Hope you enjoy! <3

(also feel free to prompt me, here or on tumblr, i am on a writing spree and olsdfkj sorry for posting like 4 times in a day)

Send me a pairing and a word and I will make you some words? ❤️

On Ao3 here

Jaskier has been gone for too long. Geralt has been pacing their room for hours.

Yes, he did promise to stay put for a couple days, to wait for Jaskier’s… whatever he is doing. Or who.

The shoddy fisher village is gray, cold, everything covered in a thin layer of salt the spray of the waves offer in its violent rage.

Wind is whipping around the little wooden houses– sheds, really. It’s been three days since Jaskier left. Three days, and he was supposed to be back this morning.

Is this how it feels to be left behind when Geralt himself leaves for a contract?

Possibly, because no matter how much Jaskier had told him to stay put, to wait, to just fucking trust him damnit, Geralt is fretting.

Finally he gives in.

Leaving the room the kind elderly lady is lending them, Geralt stalks outside. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

The people here are not afraid of him, but seem to keep a distance from the bard. Everything about this place seems grey, but still it seems like the ever colorful Jaskier returns here, over and over again.

He starts with the aldermans house. They don’t have a tavern, the little gathering of houses far too small for such luxuries.

“The bard? You should check by the docks, or the boat house. He usually is out with the boat this time a year.”

He..what? Boat?

What the fuck is Jaskier doing?!

Geralt leaves without saying good bye, and the bard would have scolded Geralt for his bad manners, but he isn’t fucking here, is he?!

The boat house is, predictably, just down by the water. There is a long dock leading into the water, two smaller fishing boats tied to it.

An elderly man and someone who looks like his son sits by the house, mending nets.They look up when he approaches, shielding their eyes against the setting sun.

“Have you seen a bard around here? Jaskier? Brown hair, blue eyes, a lute and the worst fashion sense known to man?”

The elderly man presses his lips to a thin line and ducks his head. His son studies the witcher for a long moment, sizing him up, before responding.

“Aye,” he says, “What is it to you, witcher?”

“He’s my friend.” Geralt manages, working hard around a word that feels so inadequate. “And he is missing.”

“No more, lad,” the elderly man mutters, “Bad luck, it is.”

Geral frowns, trying not to let his impatience get the better of him.

“I’ll make it worth your while. Six crowns.”

“Florens.” The son corrects. “Ten. And I’ll take you to where we left him.”

-

The elderly fisherman refuses to come. Speaking of ill omens and bad luck, of not talking to the sea. The son takes him anyway, the sea getting oddly misty as they go further out with the boat.

“Coin is sparse out here, but my niece is sick. I’d rather leave the sea altogether than see her hurt,” the son says, rowing the boat towards a previously hidden little rock formation, barely an island. “Da doesn’t want to speak of it, speak of evil and it shall come, he says. We don’t need more sirens, he says.”

Geralt eyes him, then the sky. He can’t hear any flapping of wings, nor splashing of their tails. The water is calm, but the mist lays thick and hides both sight and sound.

The little boat touches the edge of the rock with a soft sound when they arrive.

“This is where I let him off every year,” the son says. “And pick him up after a few days. Know nothing but that.”

The florens trade hands, and when Geralt gets off, he pushes back into the water.

“I’ll be back in an hour. It’s probably superstition, but I don’t much like this place.”

-

Inspecting the area, Geralt finds it bare of both bards and life. He climbs around it, eventually finding an expensive looking chest with a solid lock on it.

It looks strange out here, oddly devoid of the wear and tear one would expect wood around the shore. Geralt picks the lock with ease, and when opens the lid, it doesn’t make a sound.

Inside it is a very familiar lute, and neatly folded clothes. Geralt’s heart sinks, but he has a trace now, something. He rummages around, finding everything Jaskier had brought but his jewellery. Even his underclothes is here.

Geralt closes it again, locks it carefully.

There should be traces here, anything to lead him to where Jaskier is.

The scent is old, barely there and hidden by the salty smell of the sea. Geralt will never complain about Jaskier’s perfume ever again.

It leads him to the other side of the little island, across the rocks on a path that looks surprisingly smooth and well walked.

Geralt stops when water starts lapping at his feet.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Either Jaskier has been hiding something from him, or something very bad has happened. And either truth still means Jaskier is missing, and that he went into the water. And from the sound of it, has been coming to the water for years.

Geralt trails back to the chest, takes off his boots and heavy armor. Takes off everything but his trousers, and two silver daggers.

The stone is smooth under his feet, and quickly gets slippery as it continues out into the water.

It’s cold, his skin pebbles when he gets as deep as his knees. Then the rock abruptly ends. Geralt breathes deep, and dives. Cat and killer whale would have been useful, but he didn’t know he would have to go swimming when they got out here.

Geralt has almost swum around the entire island when he notices the formations. Runes carved into stone, worn smooth by time and water.

With another deep breath, he follows it down, down, down, and what little sunlight was left quickly disappears down here.

There is an opening a bit further down. And eyes. Many eyes.

Geralt realizes too late that he is surrounded, and there are clawed fingers and webbed hands pulling him deeper still, and into the opening.

His lungs are burning for air, and he is quickly disoriented, his elbows scraping against stone and harsh hands making him unable to reach for his knives.

Suddenly, they breach the surface, and Geralt pants harshly as he is dragged onwards and thrown onto a slimy rock. Broken shells of crabs and clams are spread out, and bones of fishes of all sizes lie spread among them.

Now free from his attacker, Geralt reaches for the dagger and turns to face them, but a beautiful face filled with fangs hisses at him as they retreat backwards, and another set of hands grip him hard.

Geralt can’t entirely make out if it is siren or mer people or something completely else, but more hands grip him, wrestling the knife from his hand.

“Walk!” one hisses, “You were looking, and you found us. Walk!”

Her voice is almost human, but her tongue is unused to his language. They shove him forward, deeper into the cave. It gets darker and darker, until suddenly Geralt realizes the walls are glowing.

Aluminescent is probably the right word for it. Algae covers the walks, swirling lines make patterns he feels like he has seen somewhere before.

It takes him until the now narrow walkway opens up into a bigger space that Geralt realizes where he recognizes it from. The embroidery of Jaskier’s clothes.

When Geralt locks eyes with Jaskier across the room, the bard’s jaw is slack with surprise when he sees him

“Geralt,” he says, but oh.

Oh.

Jaskier doesn’t have a tail, but his skin is glimmering with the same pattern as the walls. He is sitting in the middle of the open space, on a rock slanting out to a deep, clear pool. It almost looks like a throne room.

Around his feet are merpeople of different shapes and sizes.

The guards shoves him back when Geralt attempts to take a step forward, and Geralt bares his teeth to them.

“Stop it,” Jaskier says, voice commanding.

The guards, now that Geralt sees them, look like a strange hybrid of fish and man. Claws and fins and webbed fingers and hissing breaths, but they keep their distance, as they are told.

Jaskier is still wearing his rings and his necklace, but little else. On his brow is a circlet, thin and adorned with shells and crowned with a mother of pearls.

“I told you to wait,” Jaskier says, tilting his head.

“You didn’t come back. It’s been three days,” Geralt says, feeling foolish without not really knowing why.

“Has it? I’m sorry, time passes strangely down here.”

They just look at each other for a long while, for once the bard too seems at a loss for words.

“You don’t look like them,” Geralt says finally, indicating at the more fish-like guards behind him.

“I don’t,” Jaskier agrees, “Many mer these days are closer to sirens, but those close to the royal family are more humanoid.”

Jaskier gives a crooked smile when he sees Geralt wracks his brain.

“I told you I was a noble, didn’t I?”

“You said viscount.” Geralt suddenly remembers. “Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz de Lettenove.”

“Ah yes, well. That is some of the truth, yes. Don’t give me that look, Geralt, I didn’t lie to you. I just happen to be a prince too.”

Geralt blinks, and Jaskier looks back at him, sitting proudly despite the light frown.

“Mer prince? Is that why you don’t have a tail?” Geralt asks carefully, and the guard next to him rolls his eyes so hard his head moves with it.

“I do have a tail, my friend. When I choose to. The perks of royalty, wouldn’t you say?” he says with a smirk, “Now, as happy as I am to see you here, and for you to meet my family, this is… not ideal. I wish… It doesn’t matter. You are here now. Ligeia, let him through. I think it is time he is given the tour.”

“But my prince-” Ligeia says with her weird, hissing voice, but Jaskier waves her off.

“I have spent more time with him than you are old. Let him come to me.”

Geralt is let through, and Jaskier offers his hand. It is not something they usually do, not while awake, but Geralt accepts it anyway.

Jaskier is cool to the touch, but his hands feel the same. Same callouses, same scar just over his thumb from a stupid accident with a branch.

He is led towards the other side of the rock, into the clear pool.

“Not the way I wanted to show you, but I’m glad you are here,” Jaskier whispers, like a confession. Hand in hand, they dive.

-

When they return to the outside world, the stars are out. When Geralt worries about how they will get back, Jaskier waves him off.

“They always kind of know when I need to go back. I think that is a part of why they don’t trust me.”

Yeah, that makes sense. Splashing of ores breaks the serene silence around them, and the son stares at them a bit wide eyed.

The ride back is more tense than last time, despite Jaskier’s chattering.

When they get back to their room, Geralt realizes they are still holding hands.

“Well, my prince,” he says teasingly, “I think we have some talking to do.”

[babblydrabbly]

The Audit || Rick Flag x Reader || Professor AU || Pt 3

FROM EDEN Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Smut - 3k words - warnings: language. dom!rick. pet names. kissing. oral (m receiving). facefucking. masturbation (f). implied captain boomerang x blackguard. Rick is about 45-50. Reader is around 30.

A/N: thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading ♡ sorry for all the different formats with these posts, im trying to see what works. anyway, enjoy some professor boomerang in this one too. Part 3/?

[Gif]

You visit Rick on campus and get a taste of his work life.

“Excuse me.” You approach the man in his mid-thirties, mistaking him for a student.

You navigated the campus well enough as you strolled toward your destination on foot. But at the top of the hour, just as you entered the Humanities building, you were swarmed with hundreds of students hurrying off to their next classes, turning you all around as you searched for the right room.

Digger Harkness glares up from his phone. He wears a thick wool coat and sweater, the collar of a dress shirt peeking up around his neck all askew. With a thermos tucked under his arm and his beanie pulled snuggly over a nest of golden curls, he gives you the impression of someone nursing a terrible hangover on his way to class himself.

Digger blinks, remembering where he is, it seems. Tucking the phone back into an inner pocket of his coat, he nods to you. “Yeah?”

“Am I on the right floor for Andru Hall?”

You refrain from mentioning Rick’s name. Still, the man appears to leer at you knowingly, his eyes flitting up and down your dress and peacoat.

“Ancient Greek, ay?” He smirks. Digger tosses his head in the direction behind you. “Flag’s on the right. If you really wanna get into Greece y’should come take my course. Hellenistic art ‘n sculpture next semester. 3020.”

Your mouth falls open a little. “You’re a professor?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, love.” He grins, already walking away. “3020! Take it!”

You dart your eyes around, hoping nobody else notices your exchange. As much as you’re delighted in surprising Rick today, you certainly didn’t want to get him in trouble. You shake your head before you overthink the strange man’s pointed look at you and turn in the direction of Rick’s lecture hall.

You wait until the last student exits the large hall before slipping your way inside. The carpeted floor creaks from old age and use, the sound swallowed up by the rows and rows of cushioned chairs separated by small writing desks. Your impressed whistle teases Rick’s attention up from the lectern. He blinks over at you from his notes, clearly surprised.

You smile at the professor coyly as you approach him, veering off to take a step onto the stairs leading up to the higher seats.

“Sheesh. How many seats does this place hold?” You wonder aloud.

Rick removes his reading glasses with an amused smile. “Around two hundred. But it drops to about a hundred and fifty by the time midterms roll around.”

“Oh?” You lace your fingers behind your back as you imagine Rick speaking to such a big room. “Scare them off?”

The man snorts softly. “Bore ‘em half to death’s more like it.”

“Well, Professor Flag… I’m quite interested in historical linguistics and I was wondering if I could audit your lecture today. I’ve got a lot to learn about romance languages. What do you think?”

Rick’s eyes flit over the dark green of your a-line dress and black stockings, his face never giving away even a glint of the dark look he so desires to shoot you with. He shuffles his papers around in a neat pile and nods up to the back of the hall.

“Better keep that coat on.” He warns. The playfully stern tone that floats over to you is nothing like the real one. That deep, sultry voice that sets your skin aflame and your knees weak. Here, your little exchange has your smile threatening to split into a grin. Rick arches his brows and glances at you from over the top of his glasses, also amused. “I don’t want any distractions from you, Darlin’.”

You shrug innocently, turning back up the steps as the first early students begin to roll in.

The lecture itself is quite compelling. Perhaps it’s your investment in the speaker, but Rick’s interest in his own subject is clear from your point of view. You’d already spent a few weeks getting to see him like this in the evenings- the way he murmurs to himself-  making note of things to add of later in his lecture slides as you lounge beside him in bed. How you’ve slipped some notes off his lap and flipped through them, committing his hurried scrawl in the margins to memory.

Halfway through his presentation Rick releases the class for a short break. You stay in your seat like most of the students do, though a few of them venture out to snack or use the restroom.

You take the opportunity to slip your arms from your coat and push the fabric back onto your seat. It doesn’t take long for Rick’s eyes to do a sweep of his hall and clock you minutely as he does so. You cross your legs beneath the tiny slate of wood that makes up your ‘desk’, and you know if you time it right, Rick can see the clip of your garter fastened to your stocking.

The professor’s double take is nearly imperceivable. But you chuckle mutely into your palm as he clears his throat from across the room. Shifting around, you seat yourself more modestly as everyone begins returning to their seats. It was far from your normal attire at the coffee shop, but you considered visiting Rick at his job for the first time a special occasion. It was only fair- how many mornings had Rick shed his coat and jacket in your shop, distracting you from your tasks with his broad, sculpted form and impeccable clothes?

You’re pulled from your musings when the young man in the row in front of you turns around. You pretend to scroll on your phone as he and the girl beside you chat about the class. Your ears perk up when the coursework talk eventually falls on Rick himself.

“I’m pretty sure I saw him out on the lake this weekend.” You stiffen.

“Our lake?”

The girl beside you and the girl beside her both lean in.

Their friend shakes his head. “No, it’s about an hour away. I swear to god, he was on the water with some woman.”

You’d never been sailing prior to Rick Flag. You frequented the lake nearer to the campus, as the girls assumed, often taking walks with your dog or reading on the shore. But Rick had proposed a spot with a little bit more privacy… —apparently not too much more privacy.

“Did you recognize her? Was she a teacher?” The girl asks.

You relax internally when the man shakes his head.

“Nah, they got too far away. I was busy looking at Professor Flag. Guy’s fucking shredded.”

A low chorus of giggles. You bite back a smile.

“And you won’t fucking believe this— Flag? Hot Mr. Rogers? Tattoos all up and down his arms. Sleeves.”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re lying.”

“Professor Sweater Vest?”

“Professor Daddy. I told you.” One of the girls nudges the other playfully with an elbow. “He’s sexy.”

You press your lips into your palm, smothering a giggle of your own as the three continue to gossip.

You couldn’t blame them. Rick never ceased to surprise you with every day you spent together. But the tattoos were one of the biggest surprises yet. It was only recently that the two of you could lay bare together— the first time you had pulled his sleeves down his tanned, muscular arms, you had whimpered, your breath shuddering at the sight.

Rick caught your stare with a sly smirk. He braced both elbows on the bed on either side of you, his mouth connecting with your neck to elicit more of your broken little sounds. Goosebumps flared across his skin as you mouthed at his inner bicep in return- tongue laving along the dark, inky lines stretching over every muscle.

You blink when the idle projector comes back to life. Rick returns to the lecture as you shift in your seat faintly, suddenly too hot for even your cardigan. You carefully unbutton the piece of clothing and fold it over the back of your chair with your coat.

Rick is in the middle of talking about the birth of all modern European alphabets when he notices you lean forward from the back of the room. You smile at him softly as he clears his throat. His hazel eyes flit away before they linger too long on the curve of your neck and the pendant you pinch between your fingers absently as you listen on.

+

Rick spins you around the moment you lock his office door. Your back presses to the wood as he cages your body in, tilting your chin up in his hand.

“Told you to leave that jacket on.” He warns against your lips. You nudge forward to close the gap between your mouths. Rick applies pressure to your throat gently to keep you in place. You simper, but smile wickedly up at him.

“I was getting warm.” You whisper. You press your thighs together like you did back in the lecture hall, your core already hot with want. Rick’s knee pushes between your legs. You curl your fingers around his lapels.

Rick’s lips drag down your jaw teasingly until they find your throat- feel your pulse hammer against your skin as he keeps you pinned.

“The way you expound on diachronic and synchronic syntax…” You bat your eyelashes.

Rick snorts against your neck. With a single heave, he scoops you up by the back of the thighs, drawing your legs around his waist. Rick walks you both over to his desk and falls into the leather chair, all while finally capturing your needy gasp with his lips.

You moan as his tongue slips inside your mouth, swallowing at it greedily. You admired the way he could stand there for three hours- shaping young minds- but you’ve had enough talk. This hour, you’d have the professor all to yourself.

You soon slip off his lap and run your hand down his front as you get on your knees between his. Rick’s head falls back against the chair, his fingers working his belt undone for you so you can spring his growing arousal free from his pressed slacks. The hot, velvety weight in your palm makes your mouth water.

Your eyes fall shut as you wrap your lips around the head of Rick’s cock. His taste is familiar on your tongue. Your cheeks hollow with a quiet hum when you feel those strong fingers slip into your hair and give you an encouraging tug. It’s a sharp, pleasurable feeling- one that travels down your spine and uncoils in your lower belly as you start to bob your head with enthusiasm.

Rick’s own pleasure is controlled today. You know you’re on the right track when his muted but resounding moan stays behind his clenched jaw. The sound makes your pussy clench with want.

You gasp as you pull your mouth off his length, sucking some air back into your burning lungs, and Rick tenderly brushes your hair back behind your ear. You smile, your grip replacing the wet warmth of your mouth to keep stroking his hard cock steadily.

“There’s a good girl.” He growls, voice thick. Despite the mild way he flicks his eyes down over you, there’s no mistaking the glint behind his black blown pupils.

You lean back down, your lips already parted and tongue pushed out to seek that taste you crave once more when a sudden, urgent knocking fills up the room. You startle there on your knees, eyes flying open. Normally, you’d marvel at the way he so calmly calls back to the stranger on the other side of the heavy door- but after hearing those rumors, you’re on edge now. Would this day turn out to be a terrible idea?

Your worry worsens when the voice in the hall doesn’t relent. Suddenly, their persistent, harried accent jostles your memory.

“I’m a little busy, Harkness.” Rick shoots back, a bit less patient now. He flashes an apologetic look down at you, his hand on your arm in a soothing manner.

“Fuck you you’re busy! I’m comin’ in!”

Panic cuts through you when Rick swears loudly, and you find yourself scooting beneath the large desk beside you, until Rick’s spread legs bracket you again, enclosing you in the small space.

Digger Harkness’s anxious steps across the carpet as you try your best to stay utterly still. He seems to start mid-conversation, picking up wherever he and Rick had last left off.

“Knew I shouldn’t have texted first. You said I had nothin’ to lose, Flag!”

“Where in the hell did you get that key, Harkness?” Rick interrupts irritably.

“Ah, right, Harls told me to give it back to you, mate.” You hear the light tinkle of a key being tossed onto the surface just above your head. “Fucker’s been sending me straight to voicemail all weekend, then I see ‘em in the quad just now and he just turns the hell around! What the fuck!”

“Listen- Harkness-”

After a few minutes, the tension in your limbs relaxes a bit- mostly to avoid the ache of crouching so uncomfortably as the art professor prattles on. Eventually, you dare to rest your cheek on Rick’s inner thigh as you wait in silence. And to his credit, Rick remains perfectly civil as he talks the man down from what seems to be a recurring episode.

You try to follow the conversation. Something about yet another staff member- A statistics professor? And a drunken night that seemed to go well enough. It certainly wasn’t your place, but it seemed to you that whoever this skittish Richard Hertz was, he had a bit of a ghosting streak. Your chest heaves with a silent sigh. You’re sympathetic- you really are- but you have other things on your mind.

You blink when Rick finally shifts in his chair minutely. Your breath must have stirred a reaction, because you witness Rick’s flagging erection twitch as he trails off mid sentence. The corner of your mouth ticks up and you repeat the soft action.

Rick’s knee jerks against the side of the desk with a notable bang. You freeze. Still, Harkness is unperturbed.

Carefully, you slide a hand up Rick’s slack-covered thigh until you’re inching near the man’s cock again.

“Look- George-  You’re better off ventin’ to Quinn on this one. I don’t know how much help I can be-” You grin, boldly wrapping your grasp around the base of his length. “I don’t even know the guy!” He bursts.

“Well thanks a lot, then, Flag! Christ. Department brothers, ay?”

You have no trouble working him to his full, thick self again as you toss propriety out the window and pump your grip up and down his long length. The tip of your tongue darts out, laving at the sensitive area on the underside of his swollen head.

Rick stutters uncharacteristically, “I… Y’know I’m a TA short this semester. These midterms are just-”

Harkness waves him off before he has to finish grinding out a labored excuse. “Yeah alright. Talk to ya at drinks Thursday night.”

“Lock it on your way out, Harkness.” Rick calls after his receding footsteps. The two of you wait a beat that feels like eternity.

A thrill runs through you when Rick doesn’t wheel away immediately after the room is plunged back into silence. You let out a soft, muffled yelp when his hand slip its way under the desk and wraps a portion of your hair around his knuckles deftly, the other hand pressing down the back of your head. Rick’s cock slides past your lips until your nose presses to the thatch of curls at the base. Tears prickle your eyes with a broken moan.

“Need my cock that much, huh, baby girl?”

You whimper again- an emphatic yes. Rick cants his hips, thrusting into your mouth with a deep groan. He fucks your face just like this, rough and quick, all while you stay wedged there between his muscular legs.

“Well go on now, you’re so eager. I know that needy little pussy’s aching for it.” He mocks. “Let’s see you come while you’re suckin’ me off so nice and pretty.”

You push your free hand down into the waistband of your lacy panties, whimpering again when your fingers make slick contact with your clit. And he’s right- of course he’s right- the ache between your legs sends you into a mess of high-pitched little sounds as Rick continues using your spit-covered mouth.

Your eyes roll up into your head when you come quickly, your hips jerking against your palm as you cry out. Rick muffles the debauched noise with an even rougher thrust of his cock, burying himself deep in the back of your throat as the sight of your blissful face sends him right over the edge- his cool demeanor from earlier coming apart at the seams with it.

Rick coaxes you of his softening length a short moment later and you take in a lungful of air gratefully. A careful thumb swipes at your shining bottom lip, collecting up the mess you’ve made of yourself with gentle care.

“Y’liked that, did you?” He muses, smirking down at you. Your cheek brushes his thigh as you rest your head on him once more. “I’ll have to thank Harkness somehow, then.”

“I can’t believe that man’s an instructor here. He seems so…”

“Manic?”

“Out of place.” You correct kindly.

“You’d be surprised.” Rick finally wheels his chair back, helping you up out of the small alcove. You slip onto his lap with ease as he places a hand over your tender knees, rubbing them fondly. “There’s plenty of crazy characters on this campus. And most of them always wind up buggin’ me.”

[berlinini]

Clem's Tour Commentary: Vancouver (y/n edition aka my show)

Sooooo!!! Last May I was lucky enough to get tickets for the Vancouver show, which wasn't sold out at the time, and Portland 2, which had just been announced. I love Vancouver so I thought I'd visit once again. Having heard of the city of Portland, and especially because of the venue (one of the smallest of the tour, with GA), I thought let's do both! I ended up buying tickets to LA and so for months I have been thinking about what I called Clem's West Coast Tour 2022. This has been a simple way to explain to friends and family the reason of my trip - and get concerned looks at the idea that I was seeing the same artist 3 times, to which I wanted to say... bestie I'll have seen the show 20 times before I even set foot in the first venue...!!! I know the show by heart at this point! Anyways.

All of this to say, you can imagine the anticipation of finally seeing Louis live myself, especially after witnessing his performances over livestreams for the last 5 weeks, and after months of waiting and incertitude!

As usual, I wrote a full length novel about my experience, so each show will have its own post. Recap under the cut! :)

VANCOUVER

Pre-Show

The show was on Sunday night and I started feeling jittery on Saturday. I went to check out the venue, unfortunately Louis' name wasn't on the marquee. Sunday around noon I went around the artist's entrance and fans were already lining up to see Louis arrive. I spent the rest of the day being a mess. The show was an all seated venue, which I loved because I found it less stressful, and thought it would be as good as Nashville. Oh! And by the power of the Louie God, I had the chance to exchange my balcony tickets for better seats in the orchestra, in ROW 28 so!!! It was a blessed event! Even more so because Louis showed up at the venue in PURPLE???? Very truly blessed!

Me and my excellent solo louie companion @bbrox arrived around 7:30pm, and lined up in the short line (there were two lines because there are two entries to the venue). Upon entering (at 8, so we knew the show would be delayed), we saw that the lines for the merch stands were a literal maze going up and down the stairs, it was insane!!! The venue was SO beautiful, a palace fit for a King. We got drinks, which was funny because I got carded (being confused for a 19 yo is always nice) and my mind was elsewhere so after that I took my drinks and started leaving and they were like... girl you have to pay! That gives you an idea of my state of mind! We renounced getting merch and decided to join our seats. Row 28 baby!!! It was the last row, right in front of some of the sound consoles. We did a little visit of the front of the stage, where people were taking pics. You could feel how everyone was so excited! Sun Room was nice, and the girls in front of us were apparent fans and it was very cute to see. During the break @captainlouisuniverse (which I sadly didn't get to meet :\) texted me to say that if you payed cash at the merch counter you could go quicker. So we jumped on the opportunity and cut the queue (sorry not sorry). I got the white tour t-shirt (with the eye!!!). Also, I asked the venue lady if they were handing out water and she was like...well you have to pay for it?! and honestly I'm suing LTHQ for discrimination against Canadians fans...

It's Showtime!!!

I was SO nervous when Smells Like Teen Spirit started playing and we KNEW the guys would get on stage, we KNEW the drums to WMI were coming up and we knew LOUIS was coming up!!! To paraphrase Louis, one year of built up energy!!! The atmosphere in the room was crazy, Louis showed up wearing all black (so sexy of him!!!) and honestly from that it's just a blur of emotions...

Compared to Portland show (more on that later), I have a hard time describing how Vancouver felt. I hardly remember stuff... (ok this 1 000 words post is saying otherwise) Maybe because it was too intense on a emotional level, maybe it's because I wasn't as close to the stage... It's gonna sound weird but I was so focused on myself during that show and on the communal experience in the room. It really felt like we were sharing a moment, after such a long time waiting. When I think about it there was Louis singing, me singing with Louis, and the awesome atmosphere. I was just living the moment and I honestly felt like I deserved to have this moment of pure joy considering how bleak life has been for the last two years.

And the way I experienced the show was so different from watching it online - I didn't care to find out what brand Louis was wearing, I didn't care to rate the crowd, I wasn't focusing on Louis reacting to fan signs, hell I hardly looked at the guys (except Michael). I wasn't trying to take pictures (RIP my iPhone XR's shitty lense) or get Louis' attention, I just wanted to have a good time and give him a good time. The crowd was good and all the fandom drama was far away - we were there and we were happy, and so was Louis and the band. The songs just kept on coming, with the rush of OMG THIS IS XYZ!!! and before you knew it, we were losing our minds to KMM and it was over.

I had so much energy singing and jumping around and yeah one thing about me is that I scream a lot at concerts (RIP the people standing besides me), so I did that. I screamed. A lot. I had no voice at the end of the show... I was so hot, thank God I was wearing layers but my fleece-lined platform Converse were very uncomfortable. Suddenly I understood the fans fainting in the pit - at least we had room to move around.

My (almost) enemies to lovers story with Matt Vines:

Ever since being in Vancouver at the same time as Louis and his band but especially ever since knowing me and Michael had walked the same street on the same day, my mind was going overdrive with some y/n fantasies, which became a running gag among some of you here (I love you all). It wouldn't be the first time in this fandom that fans think they're in a fanfic, however I'm not dumb enough to think Louis will invite me on his tour bus so I had placed all my hopes (delusions) on Michael, because... well you know why. So that was the joke. Alas, if someone noticed me (even that...) from that night it was... Matt Vines.

Matt was standing behind us, a little bit to my left, in between the sound consoles. He was there almost the whole time, on his phone for a good part. I know because I looked at him a few times, since @silverfoxlou had given me the order to give him a stinky eye if I ever saw him. So I sent him bad energy. So what happened for me to say he noticed me? Well bestie don't believe anything you read on tumblr dot com especially dodgy fan reports because nothing concrete happened LOL. But I was so close to him and as I said I screamed so much, jumped so much, that there's no way Matt didn't at least looked at me once and thought: who is that crazy chick with her wannabe Ariana Grande ponytail and her bouncing cross-body bag and who's wearing awesome Converses (ok there's no way he saw my shoes). Dreams do come true!!!! If anything I hope he saw me going hard on the non-1D songs and I set a good example of solo fans (as if that was written on my forehead lol - though my attitude during Habit probably gave a clue). Anyways, fuck you Matt I still hate you.

Some honorary mentions of the show (the bits that I recall):

The lights during Two Of Us: this was not a fan project, it just happened organically? Not to brag (but I will) but I was one of the first to put my torch out, it just seemed like it fit with the emotion of the song? I'm glad we had that <3

There was a fan project for the rainbow lights for OTB . We didn't have a lot of flags (some will say we were homophobic for that), but it was still a very emotional moment. I haven't seen what the rainbow lights looked like - that's what happens when you're at the back of the venue... Also, it's interesting to see how the perspective is different being live vs being "front row" via a stream.

We did the lights for Beautiful War as demanded asked by Louis. That song always makes me tear up and hearing it live, I feel so lucky. Just thinking about this makes me emotional.

Louis messed up Walls (video) which I didn't realize because unfortunately I always forget Walls #dontcancelme. I'm so glad we got to scream YOU WERE MY BECAUSE to him twice!!! It was so awesome!

This was me when Habit rolled on. I boycotted the song and kept my mouth shut, yes I'm petty. I hope Matt caught that.

When the drums to 7 started playing I was going INSANE. Unfortunately the crowd wasn't that much into it but me and my bestie went 110% on it, I was out of breath at the end, it was everything I ever dreamed off. I had a slight obsession with that song last summer, so seeing it live was a real #wemadeit moment.

I had this urge to scream "Michael you're so hot" because... why not... but didn't want to be disrespectful, so finding the right time felt tricky, but luckily I saw an opening during the band pic break. Around 0:35 in this video if you squint really hard you can almost hear it? God I wish I had been closer or had a louder voice. Anyways I hope he heard me <3 If anything Matt definitely did so I count that as a win in the things he's gonna tell Louis and Michael about me because he totally noticed me and talked about and this is my y/n moment

OK but talking about Michael being hot... He's insanely talented and the way he works that guitar during 7, LBD, is sooooo hot!!! He's just out there manspreading like a king while a whole venue is screaming for him, go little rock star!!! I'm also "manspreading" thinking about it but for different reasons

Fearless: I've been saying for months that hearing Fearless live would cure me and boy did it work!!! It's so good!!! I still have the reflex of singing "enjoy this Crystal Palace" (lol) I hope Louis would give us a "enjoy this (name of city)", because it's the perfect introduction - he know... he knows.

Defenseless and Always You are so good, fuck the person at Sony who didn't make at least one of them a single, because you can tell these are bops that the crowd loves. It was awesome to sing "it's been two years since I saw your face" and "just wanna be loved by YOU" to Louis, the way he reclaimed those songs, go off my love.

The energy for KMM was insane (video), it's such a good way to end the show, but it's also so bittersweet? The high is insane and then you're left to yourself, with the inevitable realization that it's over... :(

See @seasurfacefullofclouds1's wonderful highlight post about the show here.

Post Show:

In true Groupie Fashion™️, and because we couldn't handle the show being over over, we waited outside to see Louis getting on the bus. We spotted Oli going back and forth several times, Kyrstle and Jessie (to whom I sent bad vibes) going on the other bus, Isaac, Zak and Matt getting on the bus together.

Then LOUIS!!! The King of England! God I can't believe he was there, right across the street from me (video). He got in pretty quick and then sat at the window like the annoying little shit that he is, just being there and basking in the attention (Michael's that is). I truly wondered how it must be like for him...Like there is no reason for him to have that window open (except for when he smoked)?? He's just a superstar. The crowd was shouting "Louis we love you" and because I had to balance my karma from my 'Michael you're so hot' shout out, I yelled at least two times "you're so pretty" because Louis needs to know it and also I love to objectify men.

Michael arrived late, by himself, with his huge backpack, which is one of the things I considered worthy of my camera roll. I have 3 blurry pics to prove it.

JD and Wolsey were stellar in their crowd management, especially because it was a busy street with a lot of cars (and trams - we were joking that the tram would block Louis from our view when he got out, à la Walls mural van). At some point the fans shouted some praise for JD and Wolsey and Joshua was filming and it made a little bit of a commotion, thus prompting Louis to curiously put his head out... Drama queen!

Joshua was hanging out a bit outside the bus, taking pics from under the window. Charlie was really doing the rounds, he was so close to me, I almost started chatting him up about dinners in Portland. Instead I made sure my mask was all up so I wouldn't be recognizable if I ever make it in that damn documentary he's making (another 18 months before I find out, another y/n moment wow I'm so lucky).

Post-Show: the Crowd/ Fandom stuff (anecdotal notes that you can skip if you're tired of reading this essay):

The crowd waiting outside was interesting. They started singing No Control - it was inevitable... but luckily it was the first time of the night, since we didn't get it during the show break. The problem with my brain is that I just start singing songs without realizing what they are - I'm on automatic mode. I truly thought we were singing Miss You before I realized it was NC... RIP. They also sang Home, WMYB and later Perfect Now (cute). At some point the singing got drowned by shout of 'we love you', which was nice.

In waiting we chatted a bit with the girls close to us and this hilarious (to me) interaction happened, when Louis was still inside and someone rolled out a box:

Girl: OMG maybe he's pulling a Harry and he's hiding in that box LOL

Me, turning around: excuse me? Céline was doing that first

Other girl: yeah I was going to say Taylor did it before Harry

Me: Sorry. Céline Dion.

Don't disrespect the queen like this UGH.

Also some fans were acting like the fandom police telling other what to do/ not to cross the street and I rolled my eyes to far back into my skull. Can we not? It's not your job so please stay in your lane.

Anyways, it was fun to wait out for Louis and see him, and I could already picture the gifs I would see on tumblr the day after of his adorable face out the window. It was a bit strange to think about how the show would be "perceived" and brought me back to fans who've been saying that livestreams don't do justice. I know it was a good show but at the same time I truly didn't give a damn about how people on tumblr and twitter had reacted - I had a good time, we had a good time. Louis sounded amazing, the crowd was loud and supportive, it's all that matters!

I feel like this was all over the place... thanks for keeping up with my Thoughts™️

TLDR: I fucking love Louis Tomlinson.

PS: for another recap of the night you can read @bbrox's post here

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 11 - Nonsensical Castle

This is a continuation of the Chapter 11 blog post! Today, I present to you... the dungeon from hell.

Okay so- *cracks knuckles, gulps down a mouthful of Cherri berry soda, briefly screams into a pillow*

I should have known this dungeon was gonna be a nightmare the moment I first loaded and landed directly in a Monster House.

Honestly, the best way to share this story is to read the chat with my partner-in-crime behind the scenes, @tzhaar-rayne​! (Thanks for dealing with my insanity hun 😘)

Because honestly... the text really speaks for itself.

(Warning: I try to keep a mostly family friendly blog, but this one includes a lot of swearing.)

(Setting the scene: 5th floor, second attempt)

(I’m stealing “Hello Team Heavenly, how do you do? :)))” as a motto for this playthrough.)

You can’t see it unless you squint, but that semi-transparent form is Mirage Deoxys. You know, from Rescue Team? Which, as far as I know, does not show up in Explorers. That being said...

*3 floors later, still on second attempt*

Here’s where Apollo hit me with the dodge ball:

😐

*2 floors later, same attempt*

Thaaaat’s right, one of the true Time Gear Guardians decides to jump me when Andrea and Teresa are poisoned and on the verge of fainting. But the stairs are right there, right?

Nah man, he knew Flamethrower.

Then I lend away my singular brain cell for two (2) seconds and this happens:

YEAH. THE MIRACLE ITEM FOR TOGEKISS IS GONE 😭💔

Well, in any case... I saw something I’d never seen before: what happens if you are defeated in the Northern Desert.

😂This made me crack a smile, ngl. I appreciate the solidarity everyone.

As if three legends wasn’t enough, this dungeon was also riddled with Monster Houses (gee, what a surprise.) It took me about... three hours? Before I reached 10F again. Because on every. floor. I would run into a MH! Sometimes it was multiple floors in a row!! 😑

Andrea wanted to learn Arm Thrust, but it only has 3 stars for power :\ and frankly her other moves are too useful to let go. I’m so sorry bb.

Seed floating in the abyss? (I was able to snag it, too.)

Anyway, I finally trudge on past the stairs, hoping for the best, but...

(Context: Intimidator kept me from attacking five turns in a row.)

So yeah, eventually I breaked for dinner (and to give my eyes a rest).

*About 2 hours later, attempt I-don’t-freaking-know*

(Btw if a comment seems out of place, it’s because we’re responding to something the other mentioned out of context.)

Yeah that particular MH was chock full of Metagross. They were freaking sicced on us.

I’m probably 4 or 5 hours in at this point. Just when I think I might finally make it... guess what.

Awww, look at me losing my last shreds of sanity. Adorable :’)

Honestly, that was nearly the last straw for me, until @tzhaar-rayne​ came up with a great idea:

And now, an interlude:

I found the Manaphy Egg for sale during one of my training days. But I couldn’t buy it- the item remained in the red no matter how much money I had.

I checked the Swap Shop every day in the hopes I could find the Togekiss item again. Alas, I did not. Buuuut I basically found it’s equivalent for Andrea! So that’s something.

*2 more hours of grinding through jobs later*

Training montage incoming!!

This is after giving Andrea a Joy Seed drink. She did not learn Slam because having Quick Attack finish off opponents from behind has been too darn useful.

Teresa learned Coin Watcher, Deep Breather, and Self Curer within like three Gummis.

Andrea also didn’t learn Peck, mostly because it’s weak.

This is from another Joy Seed drink. Outrage! Cool in theory! Probably terrible in practice!

As you can see, Andrea learned a Lot during our brief hiatus from the plot. A new move popped up for her basically every other level.

Okay so for reference. This is Team Heavenly before the training-

And after the training.

*sharpens knives* Let’s do this.

After a false start:

One rare fossil = 100 HP. Still wasn’t enough, though it granted me the opportunity to deal a finishing blow.

This was maybe my 2nd or 3rd time on 11F? 🙃

Teresa:

Thankfully, for both your sake and mine, we did, in fact, finally reach the stairs on that last floor.

TL;DR:

Thanks for coming to my freaking TED Talk. (Click here to go back to the Chapter 11 post.)