#//literally tell her every detail of how he made it down to the last little carving on her

[freshxsturniolo]

4th July - Part 5 - chris sturniolo x femreader

pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4

so, how was it?” tara asks, taking a sip of her iced coffee. you can’t hide the blush.

last night had turned out … exactly how you wanted to. somehow you weren’t afraid to admit it but you knew it was quick. you weren’t a prude and it wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone after not knowing them long but with chris it felt different. usually you fucked, left, and never spoke to them again. you found yourself excited to be in his presence again and he hadn’t left your mind once over the short hours away from him.

you had spent the rest of the evening with his brothers. he had tried to ask them to leave, but you gave him an eye. you enjoyed all 3 of their presences and you weren't about to throw them out of their own home to spend alone time with him.

he was different around them. the same chris but more energetic. a love for his brothers you had never seen between siblings before. but if anything it had only made your feelings for him higher. he was sweet. he was funny. he got on their last nerve. but he loved them dearly and that you could see. the conversation had flown beyond easy with all 3 of them, nick especially. he was the one who you text the most after chris and you could genuinely call him a close friend, and you were not going to pretend you couldn't see his excitement in his eyes and his voice at the prospect of you being there with his youngest triplet brother.

chris had sat with you the whole time, his thighs against yours before he got more comfortable and his hands were thrown over your shoulder, you edging closer to him until you were cradled under the crook of his arm. when he was talking to you, his fingers were rubbing circles around your shoulder before he eventually grabbed hold of your hand, and like two lovesick puppies you played with each others fingers whilst you chatted away.

chris was happy. he'd never bought a girl back to their place and the way matt and nick spoke to you so normally and so freely let him know he wanted more from you than just the odd date and the odd fuck. he felt something for you he hadn't felt before and seeing you so comfortable in his home had only heightened that.

"it was great" you chuckle, and tara lets out a little squeal as she does a little happy dance in her seat. the people behind you turn around to look at her, but she doesn't care.

"i need details." she presses, and you roll your eyes.

"we didn't manage to even eat our food" you admit.

"oh. my. god." she laughing again. "you have to invited him out tonight."

your eyes widen. "fuck" you whisper, picking up your phone immediately.

“what?” tara asks.

“i asked him to top golf later”

theres silence as you type out another messages to chris, but the silence makes you feel uneasy and you divert your eyes to tara. the look on her face tells you everything you need to know.

“don’t start” you whine. but she starts.

“you asked him to top golf? tonight? after seeing him last night?”

you roll your eyes. “you literally just said to invite him out tonight”

her eyes widen. “in a SOCIAL setting.”

you had completely forget about the casual drinks that has been planned for today. there was a group of you and all your friends that like to go to a small bar every month, a place to sit and chat and get casually drunk. in the excitement and lead up to jake’s party for 4th of july and the obvious reasons for chris, it had completely skipped your mind.

"you really like him, dont you" she presses, and you put your phone down before you even finish typing out your message.

you look at your best friend for a second, turning a shade of red. "am i doing too much?" you ask, fear in your mind now that maybe this was quick, and maybe it would end badly. but chris wanted it as bad as you. didn't he?

tara smiles. "no. not at all."

you smile back and let out a breath of fresh air, before you groan and put your hands to your face. tara erupts into laughter.

yes. you were down bad. you WERE pinning for him.

"what where you just about to text him?" she presses on, and you sigh as you pick up your phone again.

"just that i forgot i had plans and if we could do tomorrow, maybe."

"NO" tara shakes her head, mouth full of coffee. you stare at her whilst she composes herself. "absolutely not. go"

"are you sure? i dont wanna blow you guys off for a guy"

she rolls her eyes. "hes not just a guy tho is he, he's chris sturniolo and my best friend is in love"

you hold your finger out to her immediately. "too fucking far"

she erupts into laughter. "put the damn phone down," she says now. "go, and if it goes well, tell him we're all out and come join us"

you look at your phone, message half typed out, before blowing out a sigh and deleting it.

"okay. yeah. okay."

tara squeals again, and you can't hide the rush of excitement that rushes over you.

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[mhsdatgo]

Hotd writers choosing to adapt Mushroom's records out of everything they had in hand is the worst decision they could've ever come up with btw.

It's been stated time and time again that while F&B is purely built on records and gossip and morphed retelling of events out of bias and propaganda, Mushroom is the LEAST reliable of all the sources. He's a fool at Rhaenyra's court, his job is make people gasp and laugh, not retell historical events.

We're talking about the same guy who said that he had a penis large enough to match the size of his head, mind you. Also, he's obsessed with little girls giving BJs to Targaryen men somewhere in Flea Bottom. It's happened twice according to him.

The writers' reasoning for this choice is basically that F&B was written by Maesters and Septons, who were all greedy men, apart from being Green supporters. So anything they say is false, anything they say is written with sexist intent. Writer's intention was to do the exact opposite.

Then tell me, for the love of God, tell me, why is every woman apart from Rhaenyra, who is clearly whitewashed and I can go into heavy detail about that, basically shunned?

The Maesters claim Alicent left Viserys' body to rot and swell for days preparing and LEADING Rhaenyra's usurpation. She's the leader of the Greens, she and she alone. Not Otto. The Green Council answers only to her orders, they are loyal to HER.

I've seen people argue that since Alicent is what Maesters view as an "ideal" woman, then they would try anything to paint her in the best light possible. While I agree that this may be true, I don't think this is the case. In history books, even in real life, women are rarely painted as leaders or important figures.

For Queen Alicent to be written as THE face of the Greens, you know this mama wasn't playing around.

Now, how is this:

In ANY WAY, even comparable to THIS?:

At the end of ep.8 and quite literally the entirety of ep.9, Alicent is shown as a lost woman who doesn't even seem to know what she's doing, pushed by Viserys' last words about prophecy rather than SHEER DESIRE to get her hands dirty for her children's safety (which by the way will always be superior imo). The Green Council conspires behind her back, and on top of it all, she's yelled at by one of her own men and is made to take it like a beaten dog.

Moreover, we had Helaena's ROAST (yes it was a roast, my Queen inherited cunty lines from her cunty mother) against Aegon and her coronation, the latter being addressed as something quite wholesome, if you ask me. Alicent places her own crown upon her daughter's head and calls her "my Queen" after kissing her cheeks and kneeling. Afterwards, her and Alicent are literally written to be the only ones who could get through Aegon II's thick skull when he wanted to start the war right then and there as a result of Rhaenyra crowning herself on Dragonstone.

You hear me??? Aegon sat down and fucking listened to the two women in his life. Not the Council, them. These two were dogwalking him, the KING, on the daily, how is that sexist writing on the Maesters' part????

Yet these things are nowhere to be seen in Ryan Condal and Sara Hess' "progressive" show. We got beaten dog Alicent and Helaena being nothing but a walking spoiler machine other than yet another instrument to paint Aegon as the big bad wolf and usurper. Not a single scene of them counseling Aegon.

Baela and Rhaena have nearly no lines or scenes that don't show them in the presence of the Strongs. They are seemingly okay with anything Rhae throws their way because it's Rhae. The one and only scene about Baela openly speaking to her grandma about her wish to fight for Rhaenyra was deleted.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra is stripped of her rage and thirst for vengeance, and instead made to negotiate for peace while in the books she was the one pushing to go to war first.

Can you tell me, again, how the fanfiction that is Hotd supposed to prove that they want to be "progressive" in contrast to the Maesters' "sexist" work, when literally all they do is whitewash Rhaenyra and sideline any woman who isn't her?

[k2ntoss]

okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)

but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀

-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)

allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag

jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.

this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.

as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.

"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.

the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.

"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.

"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.

"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.

"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.

there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.

for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.

"happy birthday, jay..."

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Kiki's delivery service (bangchan)

Rearranging your legs underneath you for the 5th time, you squish your cheek onto Chan's pectoral, breathing in the delicate scent of his laundry detergent and his cologne. Pain will make you miserable and achy but it won't ruin your Friday night with him. It's imperative.

Chan has usually so little time off you jumped at any occasion to spend a quiet night in forcing him to catch up on Studio Ghibili movies. He needed the culture and you needed the lazy late night cuddles on the couch. Period pain be damned.

"You've been quiet an awful lot tonight...", Chan mumbles softly, not fully averting his eyes from the screen as he leans in to kiss your temple, "is everything okay?", he asks, subtly referencing the fact that you and Jisung had basically ganged up on him and forced him to begin his journey through Miyazaki works of art. And also the fact that you'd usually ended up spoiling every single scene for him cause you needed to explain everything into the tiniest little details.

Also also referencing the fact that you tended to go silent whenever you were suffering. Whether it was mental pain or physical pain, you tried your best to power through it, grit your teeth and stubbornly keep going until you were on the brink of another mental breakdown.

He was always there to pick up your pieces and glue them back together. And you loved him for it, even though you felt bad for making him feel like you were another one of his responsibilities, someone he had to take care of, but you were so grateful for him as well and it wasn't like you could really help it, he had this deeply rooted nurturer in him that made him care for you so effortlessly whether you wanted him to or not.

Chan was also super attentive and perceptive. He picked up on every single one of your little details and quirks and peculiarities. Which meant that he definitely knew you weren't okay at the moment, he was just gently letting you know... without letting you know.

You sigh as another stab of pain hits your lower abdomen and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut and hiss in pain, what a perfect timing to just blatantly lie to your very smart very intuitive boyfriend: "yeah, yeah everything's fine. Just tired".

Chan ponders for a second before deciding to just take the matter into his own hands. By literally doing so. He pauses Kiki's Delivery Service just as Kiki's flying on her broom above the ocean with the seagulls and cradles you in his arms until you're sitting in between his thighs.

Which is very normal behavior for cuddle monster Channie.

Until he just stills for a second, hands hovering over your torso, legs pressed firmly against yours so you can't move. And then he attacks you with tickles.

The air in your lungs is sucked out so fast you're crying laughing one second and gasping and wheezing the next: "PLZEASE CH-CHANAHAHAHAHAH I'M HAHAHA I'M - I'M DYING".

And you're not even exaggerating. Your tummy was already aching and your muscles tense that the added strain and effort of catching your breath makes your stomach do somersaults in between the sharp daggers digging at your uterus.

You try to squirm and thrash out of his grasp to no avail, "hahaha tell me the truth and I'll spare you hahaha, that's your only way out", he laughs and squeaks and if it wasn't for the fact that you're currently focusing all your energies on not passing out from the pain and the laughter you would have already jumped at his neck and kissed him silly because of how cute he sounds: "FIN-AHAHA FINE YOU HAHAHA YOU-AH YOU WIN HAHAHA".

He immediately stops and settles you back down in your former spot, hugging your sides and patting your tummy until you calm down your breathing again. You inhale deeply, grimacing a little from the pain, your hand reflexively reaching for his own as you give it a little squeeze.

"I'm about to get my period. I've been silently crying and screaming at myself for the last couple of hours. And you're fucking perceptive and I can't hide anything from you", you pout, finally spitting out the truth, "okay... And you didn't tell me because?", he goads on, sighing you turn to face him, kind eyes and an encouraging smile on his lips as he holds you close, "because... I feel like you already have so many things to worry about, you're always taking care of me and the boys and working over time and stressing about everything, I don't want to add onto that".

The man with impossibly perfect features sighs right back at you, not in an annoyed manner, more a self assured one:"you're not adding onto anything, y/n. You're the only person I can actually fully relax and just be me, just be Chris with. No idol duties, no leader ones, no big brother or producer or captain of everything ones. I don't HAVE to take care of you, I WANT to. I want you to be happy and well looked after and in a way it's even selfish, cause if you're happy and thriving then I'm happy and thriving, it's like an osmosis thing", he giggles.

You turn in your seat and playfully roll your eyes at him as you cup his cheeks and peck his lips, "there's not an ounce of selfishness in your entire body, babe. And you have a pretty god damn gorgeous body, at that".

He giggles so loudly he starts squeaking again, triggering your cuteness aggression. You kiss him all over his face and nibble at his reddened ears, you only stop once he's gone completely silent laughing, breath hitching, the most perfect pearly whites on full show as he smiles brightly at you and pulls you flush to his chest, "my baby girl", he sighs, his voice barely above a whisper, "I promise you don't stress me out at all, and that I like taking care of you", he insists, leaning in to kiss you, "now, is your tummy hurting really bad? Is there anything I can do to help? Belly rubs? A heating pad? Painkillers? ".

You know you'll never win this battle. You know he'll never stop making you feel alllll the butterflies no matter what he says or does cause it's just second nature to him being this kind and wholesome. You shake your head lightly and stroke his cheek, "I'll be okay. You're my heating pad", you snicker, positioning yourself with your back fully resting against his chest, his arms coming around you in a swift move,warm hands flat on your tummy.

You reprise the movie and for a while everything seems to be going smoothly. The pangs in your guts are still very much present but your boyfriend gentle rubs on your stomach are surprisingly soothing.

Eyelids fluttering almost close, you feel yourself relaxing more and more, progressively loosing focus on Kiki, much to your dismay. Up until Chan's hand start shifting closer and closer to the waistband of your pants. He acts completely nonchalant about it, one palm still rubbing soft circles over your tummy and the other inching down... down.

A tingling sensation crawling all over you, a warm rush to your chest, you swallow down quietly, feeling the muscles in your neck tensing up by the second, perhaps in anticipation. The rooms quiet, or the sound of your fast heartbeat has just drowned out any other sound, you're not sure, but Chan's quiet. He's very quiet even as he stealthily slips one finger, and then two fingers down underneath your pants, he traces small stripes over the fabric of your underwear, slow at first, his wrist barely flicking.

Thin fingers but rough, finger pads, he starts running his fingertips in circle motion over the areas he deems more sensitive, letting the hitch in your breathing guide the intensity of his motion, the speed of it, the direction of it. As soon as he's satisfied with the way you're reacting to him, he picks up his pace just slightly, a low, satisfied chuckle finally emerging from his mouth when your thighs visibly start to twitch, a boost to his ego, means he's doing something right, very right.

It's as if all the blood in your body starts running faster and faster, rushing through your veins at incredible speed only to then concentrate all at once, all of it at your centre, and with the friction generated there, you can't help but whimper, your abs contracting and relaxing almost spasmodically, the daggers of pain alternating with pleasure that comes in a wave that builds up and up and up.

A trickle of sweat down your spine, you clutch Chan's unoccupied wrist and squeeze, jolting upwards in an arch as you feel yourself approaching your high more and more, "i-I-", words come out of your mouth in whimpers, you try to articulate a single thought but manage nothing even remotely intelligible, Chan's hums softly and kisses your cheek, his lips lingering on your dewy skin, "yes, baby girl? don't hold back, don't hold back and come for me", he taunts in a sing songy voice, cooing and breathing softly in your ear.

And that's enough to send you over the edge.

Choking on the strangled noise bursting out of you, release washes over you. No more pain twisting your guts, just pure bliss.

You close your eyes and relax back into the arms that hold you, breathing hard and laboriously while Chan taps his fingers around the wetness, a satisfied snicker rolling off his lips, the very same lips now kissing your shoulder and the side of your neck so tenderly, "good girl, such a good girl for me eh? you're feeling all better?", he asks sweetly, moving a wisp of your hair away from your face with his unused hand, to which you nod and smile bashfully, still feeling oh so wonderfully numb and light and darn good.

The movie paused, yourself and the couch all cleaned up, you settle back on the leathery seat cushion and finish up the last few drops of your glass of water while Chan himself is cleaning up in the washroom, a stupid smile on your face that you just can't wipe off, you adjust in your seat and cross your arms over your tummy that gargles with unholy sounds of hunger and unrest, perhaps.

And then gushing. Warmth. Not the feel good kind, though.

You jump on your feet and immediately spot the enlarging smear of blood on the couch, a frenzy on panic immediately taking over you just as your boyfriend walks right in: "oh my god I'm so sorry oh my god oh my god I'm.. I'm-mortified oh my god", you start rambling and shaking and hurriedly pat around your inner thighs, growing exponentially alarmed when your palms come back pinkish.

"Hey hey it's okay, y/n it's okay, I promise", Chan promptly scrambles to you and cups your cheeks, locking eyes with you and immediately reading the discomfort in them, "I think you left some tampons in the third drawer of my nightstand, go check, and grab any of my clothes to change into,you'll be okay, it's okay, don't worry about a thing", he reassures, patting your head, that wonderful encouraging smile of his taking up his whole face.

"B-but your couch and-oh my god this is so embarrassing this is awfu-", you start but Chan merely giggles and gently shakes your shoulders, "BABE!!", he exclaims firmly, making you snap out of your panic and fall silent, "stop apologising, start washing up, this is absolutely fine, the couch is going to be just fine. Go, I got this", he instructs in a gentler tone, even winking at you reassuringly.

And you swear that's all you needed. That fragment of complicity, reassuring gesture that instantly calms you down.

The fabric of his shorts goes swish swosh around your knees but it's so soft from wear and tear that you kind of love it, you think to yourself, jogging downstairs and into the kitchen where you find Chan steeping some deliciously smelling tea.

"There she is, did you find your stuff? Are the pants okay?", he asks as soon as you step into his arms once again, the hugging machine within him just acting out of instinct: "yeah, yeah everything's fine. Thank you, and I apologise again, I hope the couch isn't stained forever", you reply meekly, looking down at your feet, "the stain came right out with a single swipe, and even if it didn't I'd be more worried over you not feeling this awful over something you cannot even control".

Butterflies. In your belly and in your heart. Yeah they're never ever leaving.

You look up into the kindest gaze and smile, bewildered at your immense luck in having Chan as your partner, "how are you so perfect Chris? Like seriously, you're the perfect mix of loving and kind and funny as hell and empathetic and hot and smart and mature and absolute fucking perfection how do you even exist?", you exclaim dramatically, eyes wide and heart shaped over this very man holding you into his arms, who now giggles loudly and leans in to peck your lips," I don't think I'm the perfect boyfriend yet, but I'm working on it. You make it really easy though, you make it a happy process too", he gushes, kissing your lips first and then the tip of your nose.

"Shall we go back to Kiki and her deliveries now? I made us some tea so it'll keep the cramps at bay if they're still bothering you", he suggests then, lacing his arm around your waist so he can lead you into the living room.

You both settle in your former seat arrangement and you smirk to yourself despise the flush creeping up your cheeks just thinking about what happened there not half an hour ago, "oh those?", you reprise the argument about your cramps, "vanished. Disappeared. Non existent. Your little trick earlier... I think you worked some kind of magic on me I don't know", you declare, and Chan bursts into laughs, the tips of his ears going bright red, pride and flustered giddiness both coexisting in him at the moment, the epitome of a perfectly complex man.

[solarspringg]

Random Marauders Headcanons :3

• Sirius has awful hearing. If you want to talk to him, you have either be super close to him or yell super fucking loud. His hearing is ruined from constantly blasting his music at such a high volume. James is always telling him to turn the volume down and that he needs some kind of hearing aid (half jokingingly). However, Sirius claims his hearing is perfect, but that’s the biggest lie ever.

• James runs hot. Like it’s actually insane how he’s always hot. It will be the middle of winter and he will be complaining that he’s warm while in a t-shirt and shorts. When he’s back at home he’s constantly adjusting the thermostat (his parents hate it) and brings a fan with him to school every year.

• Remus loves listening to people talk, especially Sirius. After a long day Sirius will rant to Remus and go into full on detail, and he will just sit there and listen until Sirius is done and then offer his commentary. He loves it when his friends will have full on conversations that’ll last hours and he’s just listening, smiling about how absurd their topic of discussion is, because you know it always is.

• Peter is an amazing cook and baker. When it came to the other Marauder’s birthdays, he was always in charge of making the cake, and the cake was always so damn good. He is an absolute genius in the kitchen and if you give him a recipe, he’ll make it ten times better.

• Lily hates contemporary romance novels. Absolutely loathes them. She complains that it’s always the same plot and most of the time, the writing is uninspired, lazy, and boring. She prefers classics, biographies, non-fiction, and poetry. Her favorite book of all time is Little Women.

• Mary is extremely passionate makeup. She has a blog about it and everything; from posting her makeup looks, to providing tips, to even writing essays about the history of makeup products and its usage. She does her makeup everyday because she thinks it’s so fun to get ready and try out new looks.

• Marlene can’t dance. Seriously, she’s has the worst rhythm in the world, but she will dance whenever she can. There’s nothing she loves more than to dance at parties and events because it makes her so ecstatic, and she could not give a single fuck as to what anyone thinks of her or her dancing.

• Dorcas is extremely allergic to animals, especially cats. Whenever there is a cat in the area she’s constantly sneezing and her eyes water a lot. One time Evan and Barty took a stray cat in and hid it in their dorm for months. Dorcas’ allergies went crazy and she finally hit her breaking point and screamed at the top of her lungs: “WHERE IS THE FUCKING CAT?!”

• Pandora loves arts and crafts. When it comes to gifts, they’re always homemade and made with an extreme amount of care. She will make cards, jewelry, sweaters, anything. You name it, she’ll make it. She loves scrapbooking as well— She’ll spend months creating books of memories for the people she cares about.

• Regulus is a restless sleeper. It used to be really bad when he was younger. He has an extensive routine he has to follow before bed in order to actually sleep throughout the night, which consists of sleepy time tea, reading, and even yoga (recommended by Pandora and they even do it together sometimes). If he doesn’t follow that routine, he’s up all night tossing and turning.

• Barty cheats at every game he plays. Cards? He either counting them or hiding them anywhere he can. Anything having to do with fake money? He’s stealing money when no one is looking. Literally any game he’s cheating. He’s not even that competitive, most of the time he doesn’t care if he wins, he just doesn’t want to lose.

• Evan is obsessed with anything that has to do with needles and sharp objects. He loves getting piercings and tattoos as well as watching others get them because he thinks the process is cool. He also really loves knives and has a huge collection of them, having knives from practically all over the world.

[bigenargy]

What If Twilight had a normal protag?

A/n: I also posted this on wattpad

Overview: In which y/n take on the role of Bella Swan but she doesn't act like a bloody egit.

Warnings: None, hinted Bella slander, I don't think gender is specified..maybe one sentence that readers to the reader as a girl? I spelt Jacob's name wrong on purpose

You'd never given much thought as to how you’d die, but dying in the place of someone you loved always seemed like the dumbest way to go.  

Cause what do you look like taking an L as big as that for some raggedy mofo who you’re not sure would do the same for you? Even so, you don’t regret your decision to leave home. Sure, you’d miss Phoenix and your loving, erratic, and sometimes overbearing mother but she and her husband wanna travel; it’s been a while since you’ve spent time with your dad. You’ve been spending two weeks with him every summer since your parents divorced so moving in with him won’t be that big of an adjustment. 

Your dad, Charlie, is the chief of police. He picked you up in a police car which was strange for you since you used to shout ACAB at them whenever they’d drive by. The drive was mostly pleasant with brief periods of comfortable silence between conversations. You enthusiastically filled your dad in on your life and he quietly listened, only speaking to ask a few questions or to let you know he was listening. 

“Your hair’s longer.” He spoke. 

“I cut it since the last time I saw you though”  

“Oh. Guess it grew out again.” He said awkwardly 

You could tell how embarrassed he was, so you started rambling about all the unique styles and colors you wanted your hair to be and how your mom never allowed you to do them. 

The two of you pulled up the driveway and made your way into the house.  

“I cleared off some shelves for you,” Your Dad said. 

“Oh, thanks dad,” you replied with a small smile.  

See, if you were whiny and ungrateful, you’d complain that there is one bathroom, but you had redeeming qualities, so you didn’t. 

You stepped into your bedroom that looked just the way you left it last summer. It resembled your room at your mom’s with a few different details. 

Your dad made his way downstairs and shortly after you heard a honk. You peered out your window and saw some familiar faces, so you made your way downstairs to say hi.  

Your dad re-introduced you to Billy Black and Jackob then went ahead to fake a fight with Mr. Black, leaving you to get re-acquainted with Jacob. You couldn’t help but smile for the brief time the two of you talked. He was literally so cute.  

Your dad made his way over to you and Jacob and asked what you thought about the old trick he was leaning against. 

“This is mine!?” you asked with the most realistic smile you could muster. In truth, the truck was the ugliest fucking thing you’d ever seen. It looked older than you and the color was atrocious. 

“I totally rebuilt the engine for you,” Jacob said as you ran your hands over it and lied about how perfect it was. 

“I told you she’d love it! I’m down with the cool kids brah.” You heard Mr. Black say. 

‘Be so fucking for real’ you thought to yourself as you entered the truck. 

Jackob showed you the little tricks needed to get it started and you offered him a ride to school. Pulling up in this old piece of metal alone seems like the most embarrassing first day ever. 

“Oh. I go to school on the reservation.” 

You just smiled and slightly nodded in response. You’re actually going to drive to school in this old thing by yourself. 

You quickly ran inside to shower and change since you just sat through a four-hour flight; then you made your way to school. 

You can picture this outfit if you want. 

As you parked your tired excuse of a car you noticed all the kids giggling and pointing at it. 

“Nice ride.” Some kid said. 

“Thanks.” You replied while side-eying him and making your way to the school building. 

“Hi! You must be the new girl, y/n l/n. I’m Eric. The eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?"

“Oh, uh hi, yeah. I’ll take you up on the tour guide offer. I’m not tryna look like a goofy ass Freshman.” 

“Totally, totally. And the lunch date bit?” 

“I don’t know about the date part but if you don’t mind, I'd like to sit with you at lunch. Sitting by myself is just gonna be too depressing.” 

“Hey, I'll take what I can get.” He said, with an ear-to-ear smile that made his slanted eyes look closed. “I can see it now, ‘Woman with a Plan: New Girl’ that’s gonna be a sick title.  

“Title for what?” 

“Your feature. You’re front page, baby.” 

“Mm, I don’t know about that. I mean I literally just walked through the doors.” 

“Okay, cool, no feature.” 

Gym sucked. You didn’t have Eric with you, and you hit some kid named Mike in the head with a ball which summoned a passive-aggressive girl named Jessica who obviously had a thing for Mike. 

A/N: this is a silly goofy idea that came to mind. If it's received well I'll write more so please like and comment to lmk if I should keep writing

[dreamchasernina]

Kataang could have been developed more after The Invasion Kiss but on the other hand it is important that katara hugged him after the defeat and stood very proud next to him when he thanked everyone for participating. Then they were very chill sitting next to each other in the western air temple and even in sozins comet part 1 after their biggest fight so far they stood next to each other in their group hug and katara watched him training when zuko taught him how to redirect lightning. If aang was really such an incel or simp like people make him out she would try to avoid him at all costs but she didn't.

I agree with you, if Katara was at any point uncomfortable by Aang's advances...actually, the only two advances he has ever made at her, she would definitely distance herself from him, or, knowing Katara, would just talk to him. Of course even after the kiss at the invasion Katara is comfortable with Aang. It wasn’t even their first kiss, they canonically kissed in the cave of two lovers!

Don’t even get me started on the topic of people calling Aang an incel HOLY SHIT that is a different level of dumbassery, please. I don’t even know where it’s coming from. The way Aang kissed Katara in the invasion? Well let’s see, Sokka kissed Suki THE EXACT SAME WAY IN THE SERPENTS PASS AND NO ON EVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. So please tell me, how the way Aang kissed Katara is any different from the way Sokka kissed Suki?

Plus people who call him an incel think he forced Katara to be with him, bothered her after she told him to stop multiple times. And please, what show are you people watching? Aang never lets Katara know he has feelings for her until the invasion episode!!! Where exactly is the forcing? Where exactly is Katara turning him down? Are you making stuff up?

The kiss in the cave was initiated by Katara, Aang didn't let her know of his feelings for her. If she knew he liked her, she wouldn’t be offended when Aang tells her he wouldn’t want to kiss her. She's offended because Aang makes her think he doesn't like her...why would that offend her if she herself didn't like him, and didn't want him to like her back?

The first time Aang EVER shows Katara he has feelings for her is halfway through the third season! And the only time Katara turns his advances down is in the last episode before the finale, after which we never even see them together. Aang totally backs off until she’s the one who kisses him in the finale.

The whole time Aang is pining for her secretly. He just has a crush on her, and even that is exaggerated by the haters. It's not like they don't have a relationship outside this crush. The crush is such a minor detail in their relationship. They have mutual respect, trust, they're each other's moral compass and biggest supporter. Aang's crush on Katara comes up in 13 episodes out of 61! I literally counted! And I counted every tiny thing like Aang blushing at Katara in City of Walls and Secrets, something that lasts 1 second. MOST of those crush moments are so tiny and have little to no impact, but even counting those, it only comes up to 13 episodes! And some of them don't even include Katara in them, like The Guru. So if the crush is not referenced or mentioned in 80% of the show, how exactly is Katara pressured or pursued constantly, to the point where she has to tell him to stop? Did the turning him down get lost somewhere between all the kisses on the cheek Katara gives him throughout the show?

Look, I would take all that criticism seriously, but literally anyone who ever said that is a ZK shipper. Which just makes it disingenuous, because they’re only saying all that stuff to prove their ship should've been canon...which in no way makes it canon anyway so what's the point for all this hate? I just don't get it for the life of me.

[to-thelakes]

built to fall (5)

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface

series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply

warnings for this part; MDNI (minors do not interact) sexual content, fluff, tired reader, tired team, jj being nosy (we love her), smut, fingering, squirting, praise kink, soft!dom luke, self-indulgent smut, needy reader

notes; okay, hello my lovelies, i'm literally just dropping this and then crawling back into my hole because i woke up feeling atrociously tired and worse than i have since i got the flu in december, i will save you from the grim details but safe to say, i'm exhausted, but i gave this a little edit this morning and it's literally just self-indulgent smut and like just a little hint of what is gonna come for these two, we get a very very small smidge of luke worshipping reader hehe. like this is written entirely to my taste so whoops but anyway, i hope you enjoy <3

tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe

ao3 / masterlist

previous chapter

You were the last one to arriveto the jet after you had to stop off at your apartment to get a to-go bag together. You had rushed around like a headless chicken, regretting not being more prepared for this but it served as a good distraction from the wetness between your legs. 

By the time that you had clambered aboard the jet and dropped into the seat beside Emily, you had completely forgotten about the ache that Luke had left behind. Then when Emily began to talk you through the case, any arousal that still lingered was squashed. It was hard to think about how much you needed Luke when you were staring at pictures of mangled corpses. Really, your job was the biggest buzzkill.

Garcia popped up on the scene as the jet took off and the usual routine ensued. You discussed the case and came up with any preliminary theories before Emily told you where all of you needed to go when you landed. And you weren’t entirely sure if it was a curse or a blessing that she sent you and Luke to assess the latest crime scene.

Part of you was glad to spend the time with Luke but the other part of you didn’t want to have to try and keep your composure around him because you knew that would basically be impossible. 

However, you kept your mouth shut and the team then split off to do their own private theorizing and reading of the case file or just take a short nap before you landed. That meant that everyone was sufficiently distracted enough for JJ to quiz you about your late appearance and what Garcia had told her about you being at Luke’s.

“You got something you wanna tell me?” JJ asked, cocking an eyebrow with a wry grin on her face. You looked up from the casefile, furrowing your eyebrows as you ran through every possible scenario that she could be talking about. At first you assumed it was something about the case but then you caught how her eyes drifted to the mark on your neck.

The mark that you had forgotten Luke had left on you.

“I stayed at his place,” You shrugged, looking back down at your casefile. You wanted to talk to JJ about it but also you didn’t want the entire team knowing your business. You and Luke had just spent the weekend together and you hadn’t even discussed what the two of you were. For now, it was simply the two of you enjoying each other’s company in a less than conventional way.

“You just stayed over?” She asked. You glanced around and noticed how Luke’s gaze had lifted. He had clearly caught on to you and JJ’s whispering and you sent him a smile but that just made him lift an eyebrow.

“Yeah, stayed over, met Roxy, we went on a few walks and he cooked for me,” You forced your gaze away from the man in question to look at the blonde in front of you, “His cooking isn’t as bad as you’d think.” You had to bite back the smile that spread across your face. JJ narrowed her eyes before she nodded her head, “And we obviously kissed,” You said, lowering your voice even more. JJ grinned.

“Just kissed?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“We got… interrupted,” You mumbled as you stared down at the case file. JJ couldn’t help the choked laugh that escaped her lips.

“What? By Garcia?” She asked, baffled. You nodded your head.

“Duty calls,” You mumbled. JJ bit her lip, hiding her amusement as she glanced over at Luke. He had returned back to his work, reading through the file and pretending like he wasn’t listening to the two of you gossip.

“No wonder he seems so frustrated,” JJ commented. Your head snapped up and you stared at her. She was quick to throw her hands up defensively, “I’m just saying what I see.” You scoffed and looked back down at your case file.

“He at least got a release,” You muttered under your breath but JJ caught it. Her gaze flicked to Luke and then back to you before she felt herself internally cringe at the image that popped into her head. But she didn’t bother to say anything else, it was a conversation for another time when the two of you were alone and not looking at mangled corpses.

-

To put it simply, this case was exhausting. The team had been up for most of the night, investigating and setting up with the local PD. You and Luke had checked out the scene and gathered everything you could about the sadistic killer. But then you had returned back to the station where you settled in for the next few hours. It was a long night and your investigation dragged out long past the rise of the sun.

By the time that night fell again, the team was exhausted and had hit a brick wall in the profile. It was clear that nobody was really feeling their best so Emily ordered everyone to head back to the hotel and get some rest so they could take another crack at the case the next day. You were glad of the break. The exhaustion had made you feel brain-dead and you needed to switch your brain off for a few hours.

You, JJ, Luke and Emily took one of the cars back to the hotel and when the two women had taken off to their rooms, Luke walked you to yours. It was the gentleman thing to do - he had said - which just made you laugh. Both of you were exhausted and you couldn’t help giggle at him. You also knew that he wasn’t just being a gentleman.

He had dropped his bag into your room earlier so you didn’t even bother discussing whether Luke would stay with you. He was going to and he let you tug him inside once you had slipped into the room.

“I feel like my brain is melting out of my skull,” You muttered as you closed the door behind the two of you. Luke walked over to his to-go bag, an amused chuckle escaping his lip at your comment. You watched him from the bedroom door, a smile spreading across your face. He looked so cute. He was clearly just as tired as you were but he was keeping a brave face. You assumed that he was probably used to not sleeping amazing. 

But you wanted him to sleep well tonight. So you wandered over to him and leant up to press a kiss to his lips. He smiled down at you before he pecked your lips again. Then he told you to get ready for bed. So, the two of you switched into your pajamas and you curled up on the bed. Luke was still in the bathroom as you buried your face in the pillow.

Now that you were alone with Luke again, that familiar ache had reappeared between your legs. It was really not the time and you just wanted to sleep but seeing him shirtless and looking so domestic as you brushed your teeth together had you reminded of the weekend. The way he held you, kissed you and his moans and whines and the way that he had used you for his own release. It had all been so much in the best way and the memories were making you want him so bad but you were on a case, you couldn’t do it now. As much as you wanted to.

“Everything okay?” Luke’s voice brought you from your spiraling thoughts. You nodded, sending him a slightly fake smile before you shuffled to the side on the bed so that he could get in beside you. You hadn’t even realized that your thighs were squeezing together to get some sort of relief until you had to shuffle. The ache was worse now. 

Once he was comfortably under the covers, you moved towards him, ignoring the wetness in your panties in favor of snuggling up to him. His arm wrapped around your back, tugging you closer and you settled down, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Luke,” You muttered after a moment. He tilted his head down as you looked up, meeting your gaze, “I didn’t cross a line when we got called in, did I?” You asked softly. You would have asked him earlier but between the case and the rush to get to the jet, you hadn’t really got a chance to check in with him.

“No.” He said firmly. You nodded and rested your forehead back against his chest, “Just wish I could have repaid the favour,” He mumbled. You shrugged,

“You’ll just have to make up for it when we’re home,” You retorted. He let out a ‘mhm’ of agreement but his mind seemed distracted. You glanced up at him, feeling a sudden change in how he was holding onto you, “What’s wrong?” You asked quickly. He looked down at you, a devious look in his eyes.

“I want to fuck you in my own bed but I can still repay the favour in a different way,” He said as he moved his hand to cup your jaw. Your eyes fell closed, the thought of him finally giving you the release that you desperately craved just making you wetter, “And it might help you sleep a little better. I can feel how tense you are, carina,” He whispered in your ear. You bit your lip before you forced your eyes back open, looking at him.

“Please,” You whispered softly. He grinned and then he moved to sit up, his back against the headboard. He tugged you between his legs, your back pressed against his front and your legs hooked over his, spread out for him. Your head moved to rest back but the tension in your shoulders was still present. He leant down and slowly began to kiss against your neck, hoping that the soft kisses would relax you a little.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asked, his voice low in your ear. His hands were resting against your thighs, open for you to take. You bit your lip before you shifted your hand to grab his, slipping it under your pajama shirt. His hand engulfed your tit and he gently squeezed it, “Just there?” He asked, teasing a little. You shook your head and took his other hand, slipping it under the waistband of your pajama pants and underwear. His finger nudged your clit as you guided him to your slit and you twitched against him, “Fuck,” He breathed out. Your hand slipped away from him as his fingers began to move of their own accord.

He ran his fingers through your wetness, collecting it between his fingers before he dragged the fingertips up to your clit. He circled the bud and you let out a breathy whine. Your head fell back against him, your shoulders relaxing.

“Good girl,” He whispered into your ear as he began to move his fingers into a steady circle over your clit. It was a little slower than what you usually did to get yourself off but the slow build up of pleasure was tantalizing. He then shifted his hand against your tit to gently pinch your nipple. You let out a shaky breath, eyes falling closed as he moved, “Tell me if it’s too much,” He said after a beat. You nodded your head vehemently.

“It’s good, it’s so good,” You whimpered as he continued his movements on your clit. His head moved down to press a kiss to your hair before he shifted. His hand that had been pinching and playing with your nipple, trailed across your stomach and down to the waistband of your pants.

“I wanna take these off,” He said as he fiddled with the waistband. His movements on your clit hadn’t let up and the build-up was making you squirm. Part of you wanted him to go faster though. You knew that if he just went a little faster, you’d get that release you’d been craving, “Carina,” He whispered against your ear and you groaned softly, tilting your head up. You forced your eyes back open but they were half-lidded as he looked at you.

“Go a little faster, please,” You begged. It quickly became clear to him that you hadn’t comprehended his request which only made him smirk.

“Okay, baby, I can do that.” He was quick to comply, moving his fingers a little faster. You bit your lip, throwing your head back against his chest. Your back arched against him and he grinned against your skin. He was going to have fun with this. You were breathing heavily as your hands fisted into the sheets. 

The pleasure was building in your gut and you could feel that familiar pull of release but you didn’t want this to end. A low moan of his name fell from your lips when he suddenly began to flick across your clit rather than circling it. His free hand shifting from the waistband of your pants up to your neck. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered as he gently squeezed on your neck. You were practically panting as you moved one hand from the sheets up into his hair. You did your best to nod your head, panting out ‘yes, yes, yes’. His lips were resting against the shell of your ear and you felt the breathy chuckle that escaped his lips at your whining and moaning.

“Oh God,” You whined as your back arched further, fingers tugging at the root of his hair. Your walls were contracting around nothing, clit throbbing with each flick of his fingertips.

“You’re being so good for me, baby. Cum for me, carina. Let me give you what you need,” He whispered against your ear as his fingers squeezed around your throat. You were panting, eyes falling closed and his mumbles of praise was the last straw. 

Your thighs were shaking as you threw your head back, moaning his name as you came. The slick gushed out of you and his fingers were quick to dip down to catch it. He smirked against your ear, letting his hand slip from your neck to your stomach. You felt completely boneless and relaxed for the first time in months. It barely took anything for him to have you whining and keening for him and he couldn’t deny that he was high on the power.

As you came down, he pressed soft kisses to the skin of your neck and his hand that had been on your clit settled to rest in your underwear  but away from your sensitive clit. You had sounded so pretty moaning his name and he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to truly repay you for what you’d done for him, “Do you want another one?” He asked softly. His lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You bit your lip, eyes still closed but you did. You really did.

“Please,” You whimpered. He chuckled and slipped his hands up to tug at the waist of your pants and underwear.

“Gotta take this off then,” He said. You nodded and lifted your hips up so that he could slip the fabric down your legs. He didn’t bother stripping them completely and instead let them settle just above your calves. It gave him enough room to work and he was quick to slip one hand to your cunt and the other to your clit.

When he pressed his fingers against it, you shivered. It was still sensitive from your first orgasm but the pleasure from the slow circles he ran around it made the overstimulation easy to ignore. His hand on your cunt ran two fingers through your slit. You were so wet for him and it made slipping a single finger into your weeping hole that much easier.

The feeling of his fingers inside you had you keening but you knew that you could take more than that. It seemed Luke quickly understood that too and slipped a second one inside. His thick fingers filled you up just right and he curled his fingers inside you. Your walls contracted around him and he smirked against your hair.

“Oh, carina, you're desperate for it, aren’t you?” He whispered. You nodded your head, biting your lip as you canted your hips forward slightly. His fingers buried deeper inside you and he smirked, “Want me to move my fingers?” He asked. You nodded, begging him with soft whimpers of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ and he slowly began to move them in and out. His other hand was still circling your clit and the combination of pleasure was making you melt into him. Whimpers and moans falling from your lips as one of your hands buried further into his hair. You were gripping at his curls, canting your hips in time with his thrusts.

“Do you need me to be faster, baby?” He asked. You nodded your head, letting out a needy whimper as you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were hooded, blown-wide with lust as he took in just how destroyed you look. Mussy hair, parted lips, half-lidded eyes and the squelching of his fingers as he shoved into you, you looked beautiful.

“I-” You tried to say something but then he changed pace on your clit again. He began to flick it, moving side-to-side and all that came from your lips was a moan of his name. Your head falling back against his shoulder, “I’ll- your fingers-” You wanted to tell him, you wanted to warn him but the quicker he moved, the harder it became to speak. 

Your mind was becoming a hazy mush as he slipped a third finger into you. Your walls tightened around him, thighs shaking as you lifted up slightly. Body pressed against him, “You’re gonna- make me- fuck your fingers will make me squirt,” You finally managed to get out between breathy whines and moans. Luke smirked and it just seemed to make him move faster. His fingers slipped in and out of you quickly. Your walls were squeezing him, hips meeting his every movement as he flicked your clit quicker.

You felt it. The tendril of pleasure that was about to snap and then it did. It was like everything shunted forward and you squirted. His hands were soaked with it and it dripped down to your ass, soaking the bed beneath you as you panted, whined and moaned his name. He was pretty sure he’d never seen such a pretty sight.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. They were shining with slick and he couldn’t help grinning. He hadn’t expected to make you cum like that but he couldn’t say it wasn’t a beautiful sight.

“Should have- should have warned you,” You mumbled as you fell back against him. Your head was lolling to the side, rested against him as you panted against the skin of his neck. He leant forward and pressed a kiss to his temple, shifting you forward so that you curled up against him. 

Your legs were shaking still, your pussy throbbing as you turned to the side to rest your head against him. His hands were covered in your slick and he was mesmerized by it, “I’m sorry, it’s messy,” You muttered, clearly you were fucked out. Your eyes could barely stay open as you rested your cheek against his chest.

“Don’t apologize,” He suddenly said. His voice was low, stern and serious, “Nothing wrong with messy,” He mumbled before he leant down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He wanted to hold your face and kiss you properly but he needed to clean up his hands first. You also needed to go to the bathroom.

“Thank you,” You muttered. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before he coaxed you out of your post-orgasm bliss. It wasn’t long before he had taken you into the bathroom and while he washed his hands of your slick, you sat on the toilet. You were so tired but you pissed, wiped yourself up and joined him at the sink. You washed and dried your hands before you trudged up to him. You wrapped your arms around his torso.

He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you against him before he connected your lips into a soft kiss. It was just a few pecks before you pulled back, eyes half-closed. The sleepiness was making its presence known and he knew that you both needed to get some sleep. Also, your post-orgasm bliss had only seemed to make you even sleepier. You seemed more relaxed than you had been all day. He felt bad for leaving you so worked up but it wasn’t going to do that again.

With a gentle tug, he took you back into the bedroom and he checked over the bed. There was only a small patch of wetness which he was quick to avoid as he tugged you under the covers. Part of him felt bad for making such a mess and not having the forethought to lay a couple of towels down before he fucked you with his fingers but he had seen you squirt tonight and so, he wasn’t really sorry at all.

When you both got back into the bed, Luke let you curl up on top of him. Your head rested against his peck, the soft thrum of his heart lulling you into serenity.

“Can’t wait to be back home. Wanna see what else you can do,” You mumbled softly against him. He chuckled, his chest vibrating with it as you smiled against his skin. He moved his hand to rest against your back, running patterns along your skin.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” He responded. You hummed back before finally letting yourself succumb to sleep. Within seconds, you were conked out and he just watched you for a little bit. Your chest rose and fell steadily as you snuggled against him in your sleep. It was soothing to have someone after so long. He wanted you to fall asleep against his chest for the rest of his life and he loved you even if he wasn’t ready to tell you that yet.

<3

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[blueraineshadows]

Dark Betrayals Part 7

Sebastian 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️ Ominis

MC is badly injured, and Sebastian is terrified of losing her. Ominis puts his foot down, and an old friend makes an appearance.

Triggers: violence, injury detail NSFW 🔞

Chapter Seven - As I Lay Dying

The pit erupted into chaos, and the noise was deafening. Sebastian was on his feet and running before MC had even hit the floor, shoving people aside to get to her. That was too much blood. He ignored Marvolo's shout. That bastard was going to pay for this.

Fear clawed up his throat, and he glared at Agatha as she strutted over her victory. Then, the blast of dark green light shot across the pit from MC's wand, and the crowd gasped as one. Sebastian paused in his step, eyes wide as the spell hit Agatha in the back.

Agatha looked shocked, her body literally having the life sucked out of it before she exploded, and Sebastian gulped. He had never used the spell himself, and it shook him a little to see it in action. Even in her weakened state, MC had pulled it off.

It was nothing more than the bitch deserved.

As the crowd erupted again, Sebastian hurried towards MC. He saw her fading out, her eyes glassing over. The sound that ripped from his throat was nothing he recognised as he skidded to his knees and grabbed hold of MC. There was so much blood! She was slippery in his arms, and his eyes were becoming blinded. He blinked, and hot wetness coated his cheeks, but he didn't have time to care about that.

"Get me the Healer!" He screamed over the noise. He glanced wildly around him. People were everywhere. It was utter chaos.

MC's face was pale. He stroked damp hair back from her waxen skin, a smear of crimson spreading across her forehead, coming from his palm. He shook his head. "Not on my fucking watch," he muttered. "Don't you fucking dare leave me!"

He fumbled for his wand, his fingers slipping with her blood that was pooling quickly through the sawdust underneath them. His head was just white noise, panic, thick, and choking, and he sucked in harsh breaths as he held his wand over her.

The wounds were ghastly, abhorrent to see on her body, but he forced himself to focus as he muttered healing spells, glistening white light swirling from his wand and snaking over the deep cuts. They began to slowly close.

The healing wasn't neat as his hands shook, but he kept going. He wouldn't give up. He couldn't.

He hadn't been able to save his parents, Anne had slid from his hands despite him tearing their lives apart to try and save her, but he was not going to lose MC. It was unthinkable.

Marvolo appeared beside them, eyes assessing the damage. He swore under his breath and turned, giving out orders, getting people to move back.

As the last wound began to close, Sebastian could feel the sweat trickling down his face, his eyes strained, the pull on him to keep the spell going draining him. He gasped and bent over MC, breathing hard, his hand fumbling up to press fingers to her neck. Where was her pulse?

His hand slipped with the blood, but he made a desperate cry of relief as he felt a flutter under his fingers. It was weak, but it was there. She had to hang on. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers.

A hand gripped his shoulder, and he looked up to see Marvolo's grim face, a question in his eyes. Sebastian nodded. Yes, she was alive.

Marvolo closed his eyes briefly, then opened them. "Get her out of here, Sallow, make sure she lives," he said. "She is your responsibility, remember? If she dies, you die. Update me in an hour. I need to find Ominis."

Sebastian nodded once. He looked down at MC. If she dies, you die. If she did, then he couldn't imagine it ending any other way for him.

....*....

"So, tell me, how did you meet MC?" Ominis asked.

He was sat on a chair in a warm room, Daisy's floral scent filling the space, and a glass of Firewhiskey in his hand. She had been most welcoming and kind, offering him every comfort. Daisy was not what he had been expecting, neither rough nor foul mouthed. The vibe he was getting from her so far was a good one.

"I was about ten when I first met MC," Daisy said. "My Ma was on her own, she left me at the children's home to go whoring, said she wanted better for me. A few years later, she came back to claim me. I was happy at first, but missed MC, and then my Ma's partner started to feel me up. When he put a babe in my belly, Ma shipped me straight back to the home, and I stayed there till my son was born. MC became my family. We've always stayed in touch, even when she went off to join her fancy magic school."

Ominis frowned. "And, where is your son now?"

"Adopted out, I signed papers," Daisy said. She sounded sad. "I hope he is living a better life than what I had, Ominis. MC said she would try to find out, but no luck. She is always trying to help me. She wants me to have something better in my life, but I'm okay. I do alright, considering."

"You are not magical yourself? No magic blood?" Ominis asked.

Daisy sighed. "Nope, just a Muggle, plain and simple," she said. "I never knew much about the Wizarding World before I came here. I knew MC could do magic, but she never really spoke about her time in Hogwarts. She told me bits and pieces, but I didn't know about any of her friends or the things she had done until much later on."

"She never wrote to you?"

Daisy hesitated, sighing. "I ain't much of a reader, Ominis. I know a few words, enough to get by. MC tried to visit when she could, and we would have a catch-up face to face. She got me into this place after she found me working the streets. She said I would be safer here, and she was right in a way. Only been trouble since she took out that scumbag, Gren. She feels right bad about that, Ominis. She said you were disappointed in her, and she hates letting people down."

Ominis stroked his fingers along the seam of his trousers, thinking. "You must know it wasn't the first time she had killed someone, Daisy. She seems to have a habit of stumbling across trouble, especially when she gets caught up with Sebastian Sallow."

"Now, you listen to me, Mr Gaunt," Daisy said firmly. "I know you and him had a falling out, MC told me all about it. Sebastian is one of the good ones round here. He watches out for us girls and expects nothing in return. All he did was try and get MC out of trouble, and it just didn't work out that way. I'm not going to listen to you bad mouthing him, not when he is putting his own life at risk to keep MC safe. You seem like a nice gentleman, and you've looked after my MC, but don't you go trying to stir up more trouble for her. I don't care who your brother is."

"Oh, I think you do care who my brother is," Ominis said. "I think you care very much. Marvolo would kill you as quickly as blinking, and you know it. All I care about is MC."

"Then we have that much in common, Mr Gaunt," Daisy said. Her voice was firm, no waver at all. She knew who Marvolo was and what he could do, but there was no fear in that voice. Just her loyalty to MC.

They were quiet for a moment. Daisy had some pluck to her, that was for sure. But he supposed she had to given the life she had chosen to lead. A whore's life was a hard life, and he could understand why MC wanted to get her out of it. Remove Daisy from the situation, and Marvolo didn't have leverage to make MC do as he wanted. Ominis tapped his long fingers thoughtfully against his lips.

"Would you leave London if someone offered you the chance?" He asked.

"Maybe," Daisy said. "It depends. MC has tried this before, but I'm not so sure. This is my home now. I don't know anything else but whoring, and I don't want MC to ruin her life just for me."

"Is that not what she is doing right now? Fighting in illegal duel pits to keep you safe?" He said. "I want her out of there, Daisy, as soon as possible. This isn't the life I wanted for her. I have tried to keep danger away from her ever since we left school."

"I ain't ever asked her to do this for me, you know," Daisy said. "She takes it upon herself. But, if leaving meant she could stop, then of course I would consider going. Only if it was safe, mind you. I don't want anyone else dying on my account."

"Leave it with me, Daisy," Ominis said. "I will see what I can do."

As Daisy walked with him back out into the bar, a man approached them. "Mr Gaunt, there you are, I've been looking for you," he said. "I'm Todd, Marvolo sent me. He told me you gotta come, now."

Ominis almost sneered. "Oh, did he? Did Marvolo say what for? I'm rather busy," he said.

"Well, er... there was a messy fight at the duel pit," Todd said, warily. "One dead, the other hurt real bad. The boss is pissed and told me I had to come fetch you."

"Who is the dead one?" Daisy asked.

Ominis could hear the fear in her voice, and he felt the cold prickle of it slither down his spine. He put a hand on Daisy's arm where it was linked through his. The girl was trembling.

"Agatha is dead," Todd said. "Fuck, what a horrible way to die too. The other girl, the new one, she got sliced up real bad. Looked dead herself if I'm honest. Last I saw, Sallow was trying to fix her. Never seen a man scream the way he did when she went down, not without being tortured."

Ominis went rigid at the lackey's words. Sebastian's reaction told them all they needed to know. The girl that went down had to have been MC. Daisy whimpered beside him, her little hands digging into the flesh of his arm. He never thought he would think it, but he was glad Sebastian was there with MC. He held Daisy tighter against him, refusing to believe that MC could be dead. She just couldn't be. He retained an outward look of utter calm. "Where are they now, Todd?"

"Marvolo is at the house," he said. "That's where he said to go."

Ominis nodded. "Then let's go."

Daisy hung on to his arm. "I'm coming too," she said. Ominis opened his mouth to say no, but she overrode him. "Don't even think about saying no. It's MC. I'm coming."

Ominis followed Todd out of the bar into Knockturn Alley, Daisy at his side.

"Forgive me, Miss Daisy," he said. "We are going to have to get a little closer. Have you ever Apparated before?"

"No," she said. "But I've seen people do it."

He gave her a grim smile. "The reality of it is rather shocking. Prepare yourself."

Ominis wrapped his arms firmly around the whore and gave a nod. Todd's hands gripped his arm, and with a crack they Disapparated together.

....*....

She wasn't waking up. MC lay on the little cot in the Healer's room in the tunnels while he examined her, a crease on his filthy brow. Jenkins had no teeth, and his white whiskers were tangled and dirty. He was a mealy mouthed bastard, but he wasn't too bad at fixing up the duellists when the need arose. But Jenkins wasn't working hard enough or fast enough for Sebastian's liking.

"Why isn't she moving?" Sebastian demanded.

He was pacing up and down, tugging at his hair, his chest tight. He was covered in MC's blood, smears of it darkening his cheeks and hair. Tracks of tears had spread the blood down to his neck to stain his collar. His eyes burned as he looked at MC lying there, her skin white, her limbs still. She looked dead. Gone. No fire in her eyes, or that cute little tilt to her mouth she did when she teased, no pretty blush on her cheeks. Nothing.

Jenkin's frowned, looking up at Sebastian through his bushy eyebrows. "Ask me that again lad, and I'm gonna hex ya fucking backside," he growled. "And sit down! You're distracting me."

"Don't tell me what to do!" He snapped. His hands clenched into fists. "Just fucking fix her!"

"Think you know better, do you lad?" Jenkins sneered. "Granted, the healing you did stopped the blood loss, but she was cut deep. She needs blood restoring potions. I ain't ever had one lose that much blood and live before. You're lucky she is still with us at all."

"Give her the potion then," Sebastian said. He moved closer to the table, eyeing the bottles in the Healer's kit box. He picked a bottle up, scanning the label before dropping it back. "Where is it?"

"Ain't got none, lad," Jenkin's shrugged. "Like I said, they don't usually live long enough for it to be worth keeping any."

Sebastian was incredulous as he looked at Jenkins. "Fucking prick," he muttered. He shook his head, an idea forming in his head. He pointed at Jenkins. "She better be alive when I get back Jenkins, or I will personally see to it that you never see the fucking sun again."

Sebastian ran. He ran like he had never run before, his boots thudding against the tunnel floor as he made for the enchantment barrier. As soon as he cleared it, he skidded to a stop, pictured where he needed to be, and Disapparated with a sharp crack.

Diagon Alley was quiet at this hour, a few lights still shining through the quaint windows, the night breeze fresh against Sebastian's sweaty, blood-stained face. Sebastian had landed with a pop in the street outside the potion shop. He knew he looked an absolute state, but he didn't have time to care about that as he looked up at the shop, paying attention to the windows above it. There was a low light in one of them. Good. Weasley was awake.

Hurrying to the side door, Sebastian hammered his fist against the wood, jittery and unable to stand still as he waited for it to open. "Come on," he muttered. He hammered on it again, harder and faster.

He had no idea how much time had passed since MC had gone down. The longer this went on, the worse it was going to be. On top of that, Marvolo was expecting his update. Had it been an hour yet? Sebastian had no idea. But Marvolo would have to wait. MC needed him first.

Where the bloody hell was Weasley? He lifted his fist and banged on the door. He would hammer it down if he had to, then he paused. He heard movement on the other side and a voice. "Alright, alright, keep your hair on."

The door unlocked, and Garreth Weasley's freckled face appeared in the slight gap he had opened. His eyes widened as he took in Sebastian, his gaze travelling over his blood-stained clothing. "Sallow!" He squeaked. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"I need your help, Weasley," Sebastian said. "I don't know who else to trust. It's MC, and it's bad."

Sebastian's voice wavered towards the end. The image of her being hit with that spell was on repeat at the back of his mind. He hoped to Merlin he had come to the right person. Despite being a calamity in school, Weasley's potion shop was the best one Sebastian had ever been to. He didn't go anywhere else now, and he knew MC came here too.

Garreth paled. "MC? Shit. Alright," he said, nodding. "Let me get dressed and grab my bag."

When Sebastian Apparated himself and Garreth into the tunnel, Garreth stumbled and clutched his stomach, groaning. "Gods, I hate doing that," he moaned.

Sebastian grabbed Weasley's jacket at the shoulder. "Sorry, mate, but you're going to have to suck it up. We need to run."

Garreth groaned again and nodded, his eyes scanning the dark tunnel with a frown. "Where are we?"

"In the belly of London, mate," Sebastian said. "Let's go. MC is down here."

They ran, Garreth managing to keep up with Sebastian as they passed through the enchantment barrier. When they came to Jenkin's office, Garreth screwed his nose up a little, his eyes taking in the squalor and dimness before he saw MC laying on the cot. "What the fuck happened to her?" He gasped.

"A duel," Sebastian said, hurrying to MC's side. He brushed her hair back with a finger. She hadn't changed. He swallowed hard. "She got hit with a Diffindo, a strong one, and she lost a lot of blood. I sealed her up, but she won't wake up."

Jenkins eyed Garreth with disdain. "Who the fuck is this fresh faced kid? You want him to look at her?"

"At least he has the right potions," Sebastian snapped. "Unlike you. Let him try."

Jenkins wiped his hands on a filthy rag and left the room, shaking his head and muttering under his breath. He slammed the door on his way out, and Garreth flinched. "Friendly," he quipped. "What is this place?"

Sebastian gripped Garreth's jacket, his eyes intense as he stared at his old school pal. "Small talk will have to wait. She can't die, Weasley," he said. He felt the burn at the backs of his eyes. "Save her."

"I'll do my best," Garreth said, softly, as he nodded. His green eyes were dark with concern. "Let me have a look at her."

....*....

The huge house was dark, intimidating, the grounds overgrown and returning to the wildness of nature. Once a grand home, it was now falling into disrepair as the Gaunt family squandered their fortune. Their numbers were dwindling, the inbreeding causing their children to be sickly and weak, most not surviving past infancy, and the family tendencies to run into trouble meant that the mortality rates were iffy at best.

Ominis and Daisy Apparated into the grounds with Todd. Daisy was shaking, and she immediately stumbled free of Ominis to empty her stomach. Apparating clearly didn't agree with her. Todd laughed, and Ominis shot out a hand, grabbing the lackey by the arm in an iron grip. "Laugh again, and you will live to regret it," he said coldly.

Todd silenced his amusement. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Merlin, apple don't fall far from the tree, does it? You're as grumpy as Marvolo."

Ominis squeezed this idiot's arm even tighter. "Sass me like that again, and you won't even live long enough to regret it," he hissed. He shoved the lackey forward. "Now, move!"

He had no patience left for idiocy. He just wanted to get into the house and find out what was going on. He was utter calm, refusing to believe that MC was dead. He hated to say it, but he doubted Sebastian would fail. Not only was his own life in the balance, and the fool had far too much self preservation to mess this up, he was also one of the few people that Ominis realised he could trust with MC's life, if not her underwear.

Despite all the trouble they had both got into, the pair of them always somehow managed to haul themselves out of it. It was this hope that he was clinging on to. That, or he was going to lose his head completely, and that wouldn't help anyone.

He brushed his hand against his thigh after touching Todd and then held his arm out towards Daisy. "Come along, Miss Daisy," he said. "I would say welcome to my family home, but it isn't the most friendly of places I'm afraid. It's best to keep your wits about you, especially being a Muggle."

He felt her little hand take hold. "Oh, don't worry, Ominis. I've been here before," she said. Her grip tightened. "The last time was when Marvolo took MC."

She shuddered, and Ominis frowned. "Stay beside me, and don't let go of my arm," he said. "We're here about MC, and then we shall leave. I promise."

Daisy did not let go of Ominis' arm as they entered the Gaunt family home. In fact, she pressed even closer against him as they made their way towards Marvolo's office.

Ominis was not in the habit of much physical contact with people. He very much appreciated his own space. MC was the only woman he had allowed to get close, and it was strange to feel the soft press of Daisy's body against his.

Coming into this house was never a pleasant experience, and her closeness was actually a comfort. He could only hope he was providing the same thing for her. He tried not to question the foolishness of bringing a Muggle whore with him into this house. The only saving grace being that she was Marvolo's leverage with MC.

Marvolo was standing by the fireplace, the grate cold and unlit, a glass of Firewhiskey in his hand. He looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw Ominis and Daisy enter.

"You brought the whore with you?" He asked.

Ominis nodded, shifting his wand to place where his brother was standing. "Where is MC?"

"Todd told you then," Marvolo sighed. "Sallow is getting her fixed up. I should be hearing from him at any moment with an update. I doubt he will let us down. He knows that if she dies, then he is next."

Ominis stopped the wince before it could play out across his face. "Can we not go to them? I want to see her."

"Be grateful your eyes will never see what happened, brother," he said. "Let's wait for word before we do anything."

Ominis tried and failed to hide his irritation. "I want to see her, Marvolo. This is your fault!"

"My fault?" Marvolo asked quietly. "MC should have fought better. She only won because she managed to kill her opponent before collapsing. Now, she will be out of action and not earn me any gold."

"I couldn't care any less about the bloody gold," Ominis said. "Where is she? I need to be with her. Now!"

The room fell quiet. Ominis shifted his wand, and Marvolo had not moved.

"Are you going to marry your plaything if she survives this?" Marvolo asked. "Time is ticking little brother. Mother has given you the ring, and now you need to step up and do your duty to this family."

"This isn't the time to be discussing this," Ominis snapped. "You know my feelings on the matter."

"And you know mine," Marvolo warned.

Ominis could feel Daisy's quickened breaths and cursed Marvolo for his blabbing mouth. "Nothing is certain yet, Marvolo," Ominis said. "Let's just get through tonight first. I will ask you again. Where is MC?"

Marvolo sighed and called Todd into the room. His footsteps sounded in the doorway behind them.

"Any news from Sallow yet?" Marvolo asked.

"Not yet," Todd replied.

"Fuck sake! Take my brother to the pit. I'm going to assume they are with Jenkins, if not, find them. And make sure someone tells me what the fuck is going on," Marvolo instructed. His tone turned to one of playful coldness. "Little Daisy can wait here with me."

Daisy tensed against Ominis, and he pulled her in a little closer. He was not going to leave a Muggle in his brother's hands. "Daisy comes with me," Ominis said.

"Is that right?" Marvolo asked, dangerously.

Ominis kept his face cold. "Call it leverage."

"Don't do anything foolish, Ominis," Marvolo warned. "My wand hand is already twitching with the need to cut some throats."

"You and me both, brother," Ominis said coldly.

....*....

Sebastian had never really been close with Garreth at school. They hadn't been enemies or anything, just didn't really move in the same circle of friends. He'd assumed him a bit of a joker, not really taking life too seriously. But, watching him patiently work over MC, Sebastian wondered if he had perhaps misjudged Garreth.

He was gentle, thoughtful, and thorough. He used salves over MC's wounds, and Sebastian helped to hold her up as they carefully poured Potions into her mouth using a dropper.

"I'm not going to ask too many questions," Garreth said. "But, doesn't MC live with Ominis?"

"Yes, she does," Sebastian said tightly. "I believe he has been sent for."

Garreth eyed him carefully and nodded. "I always thought you and MC would end up together. I was surprised when she said she was with Ominis."

"You and me both," Sebastian said quietly. He looked down at MC, studying her face. "Does she look like she has more colour in her now?"

"That blood restorer should work quite quickly," Garreth nodded. "I also gave her something of my own creation. A blend of natural sugars if you like, it's an energy booster."

Sebastian gently took hold of her hand, his thumb stroking against her knuckles. "She scared the shit out of me, Garreth," he admitted. "I hope she wakes up soon."

"Give her a bit more time. Her body has had a massive shock."

Sebastian gasped as her fingers twitched in his hand. "She moved!"

Garreth sighed in relief and smiled. He patted Sebastian on the shoulder. "See? She's a fighter. She will be up and kicking your arse in no time."

Sebastian looked at Garreth, nodding his head, a newfound respect forming for the potioneer. "Thank you. I owe you one, Weasley."

"Don't thank me yet," he said. "Let's see what she is like when she wakes up first. She might need some more potion."

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and then it opened. Both Sebastian and Garreth turned. Sebastian felt his stomach plummet when he saw Ominis and Daisy walk through the door.

Daisy gasped loudly. "Oh my god! Sebastian, look at the state of you!" She hurried towards him, her eyes landing on MC. A sob immediately burst from her mouth. She looked up at him. "Is she...?"

"She's alive, Daisy," he said. Daisy sobbed again and covered her mouth with her hands. Sebastian nodded towards Garreth. "My friend here helped. We're just waiting for her to wake up."

Ominis walked slowly towards them, his wand raised, scanning the room. Sebastian held on to MC's hand and wasn't planning on letting it go. "She's alive?" Ominis asked quietly.

"Yes," Sebastian said. "She is."

Garreth and Daisy shuffled back as Ominis approached the narrow bed. He used his wand to scan MC, and Sebastian saw the pain play out across his face at whatever it was he saw. He was trying to hide it, but Sebastian knew that face almost as well as his own.

"I used a healing spell to close her wounds," he said. His voice was rough, scratchy. "They were nasty, and I had to be quick, so they aren't the neatest of jobs, and she will probably have scars. But, it stopped the blood escaping further. Garreth has given her Potions, and now we have to just wait."

"Garreth?" Ominis asked. He lifted his wand up and turned. "As in, Garreth Weasley?"

"Evening, Ominis," Garreth said.

Ominis quirked an eyebrow. "She isn't likely to explode in the next few moments, is she?"

"If she does, then I can only apologise," Garreth said with a smile.

Daisy looked at them, horrified confusion on her face. But Sebastian couldn't stop the smirk from lifting his lips as he looked at Garreth. Ominis' lips twitched, and then the three of them chuckled softly. The sound strange in the blood-stained room.

Ominis reached out and traced his hand along MC's arm, down towards her hand. Sebastian tensed, his own hand still holding hers. He wasn't about to let go, and Ominis brushed against him with cool fingers. Ominis paused, his breath hitching a little as he lifted his hand, but it hovered slightly, unsure.

Then his fingers traced over both MC's and Sebastian's hands. "She is cold," he observed. "But you are warming her hand. You saved her."

"I'll always try to save her, old friend," Sebastian said. "Because she always tries to save me."

The room fell quiet. Ominis left his hand over their linked ones, and Sebastian didn't feel the need to shrink away from his touch in that moment. There was a time when he would have thought nothing of holding his friend's hand and had done so on many occasions. But, that had been before those hands had taken MC from him.

Ominis turned slightly, his hand slipping away. He held his wand in Garreth's direction. "Can we move her? The stench of this place is revolting. I wish to move her somewhere more comfortable," he said.

Sebastian's grip tightened on MC's hand, Ominis was going to whisk her away, take her away from him. He wanted to be there when she woke up.

"I am coming with you," Sebastian said.

"There is no need. She will be taken care of, I assure you," Ominis said. "You've done enough."

"Erm, I wouldn't move her just yet," Garreth said awkwardly. "I don't know if she would be strong enough to handle Apparating. Her body needs to rest."

Ominis wrinkled his nose in disgust and sighed. "So, we are stuck here? I want to take her home."

"Well, you can't," Sebastian said through gritted teeth. "I'm afraid you'll have to slum it for a while."

Ominis turned, his face cold fury. "As soon as she is able, MC is leaving this place," he stated. "And trust me, I am going to do everything I can to make sure she doesn't come back!"

Sebastion narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that her choice?"

"Why would she want to come back after this? Look at her!" Ominis held his wand over MC. "My charm shows me all the injuries. Why would anyone want to walk back in here after this? Why would you want her to?"

"There is more at stake here," Sebastian said. His eyes flicked towards Daisy, who was watching them carefully. "People will get hurt."

"People are already getting hurt, Sebastian," Ominis snapped. "Not that this has ever bothered you. As long as your selfish needs are being met, to hell with anyone else. You want her here for you, and no other reason."

Sebastian let go of MC's hand and grabbed Ominis by the front of his immaculate robes. "What about your own selfish needs, friend?" He sneered. "Did you care about anyone else when you threatened to grass me up? You've been hanging the threat of Azkaban over my head while you whispered your poison into MC's ears, trying to turn her against me."

"You drove her away with your obsessive, dangerous behaviour, Sebastian," Ominis spat. "You made your choice."

You made your choice. Those words cut through Sebastian like a hot knife. Anne had said that to him in the catacombs. Grief almost stole his breath.

"You were like a brother to me, and you shoved me out, stole the girl I love!" He ground the words out past the thick emotion in his throat. "I asked MC to come with me when I left, and she wouldn't. She mumbled excuses that sounded like words from your own lips. I lost everyone I ever cared about, including you. Don't you dare lecture me on being selfish, Ominis Gaunt. You are no better than the rest of us!"

"Stop it, just stop it!" Daisy cried. She grabbed both of them, her little hands trying to pry them apart.

"MC chose me, Sebastian," Ominis taunted. "That's why she didn't leave with you. She chose me."

Sebastian shoved him, scrambling to pull his wand out, a red haze of fury filtering across his eyes.

He flinched as he felt a sharp stinging slap to his cheek, and he brought his hand up to his face in surprise as Ominis received one too.

Daisy was a ball of rage as she glared at them both, her hands on her hips. "The pair of you are a disgrace," she fumed. "MC is lying on that bed, almost dead, and you two are fighting like a couple of idiots over her. Why would she want either of you? It is beyond me! Show some fucking respect!"

"He doesn't know the meaning of the word," Ominis muttered, brushing off his robes where Sebastian had grabbed him.

"Right, out!" Daisy fumed. She pointed viciously towards the door and gave Ominis a little push towards it.

"I beg your pardon!" Ominis said indignantly. "I am not leaving."

Sebastian began to smirk but faltered as Daisy walloped him on the arm. "You can get out as well," she scolded. "Bloody idiots, the pair of you."

She shoved both of them, her tiny frame bristling with anger, her cheeks flushed. Sebastian gaped at her.

"A whore telling me what to do," Ominis scoffed. "I've never been so insulted."

"How about another slap?" Daisy warned. "That might insult you a little more. Just get out, the pair of you. I will stay with MC."

As she hustled them both out of the room, Garreth held up his hand awkwardly. "Erm, what about me? Can I stay?"

Daisy threw him a sweet smile. "Of course you can stay, honey. You're the man with the medicine."

Garreth blushed a deep red and nodded.

Sebastian gave MC one last look as Daisy shoved him out through the door. There was definitely more colour in her cheeks. "When she wakes up, fetch me back," he said to Daisy. "Please."

"Best be on your most impeccable behaviour then, Sebastian," she said. She had the bloody cheek to wink at him. "Tell your friend the same thing. Misbehave, and you ain't coming back in."

"I'm blind not deaf," Ominis grumbled.

Daisy rolled her eyes and shut the door in their faces. Sebastian stared at it.

"Now what?" Ominis said. He folded his arms, his face in an impressive sulk.

Sebastian sighed and rubbed his filthy face with even filthier hands. "Firewhiskey?" He asked. "I have some in the office."

Ominis frowned, his head moving as he thought it over. "Fine. Lead the way," he said.

Sebastian nodded. He turned and, instinctively, caught hold of Ominis' sleeve. He tugged him in the direction they needed to go. An old habit from their school days. "It's not far. We will hear if they shout," he said.

The end of Ominis' wand blinked red in the gloom of the tunnel as they walked. He had not shrugged off Sebastian's hand on his sleeve, but he did screw up his face a little. "Is there a chance you could perhaps change your clothes in this office?" He asked. "You reek of blood and filth."

Sebastian smirked. "You're right, as much as it pains me to say," he said. "It's been a long day. And yes, I can change my clothes."

"Good," Ominis said.

They walked through the darkness of the tunnel towards the office, both of them hoping that MC would wake up soon.

To be continued... Part 8

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Steddie Soulmate AU Part 2

Part 1

Prompt: a clock counts down until you meet your soulmate

Prompt from @phantypurple !!! ❤️

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If you would’ve asked Eddie years ago about how he felt about the whole soulmate phenomenon he would tell you that he believes it’s all bullshit but now if you were to ask him…

He’d say the same thing, he thinks it’s bullshit.

Eddie wasn’t a person who did relationships and he didn’t believe in the myth of a clock stopping as soon as you meet your so called ‘soulmate’. When he was little Wayne gave him the tiny clock that he carries in his pocket at all times. Only Wayne could convince him to still have faith in that thing after so many failed attempts at trying to piece together who would be his other half. Of course as Eddie got older he realized that girls weren’t the only ones catching his eye and he figured out that he was attracted to guys too, which made his journey a lot harder. His soulmate literally could’ve been anyone in passing and he wouldn’t have noticed because he stopped checking his clock years ago. During high school Gareth and Jeff encouraged him to give the clock another shot even if he wasn’t fully on board with it yet, out of curiosity and a little bit of desperation he listens to them. Throughout the year he focused on every encounter he had with everyone and immediately after he would check the clock only to see it still counting down. With the constant checking of the clock he did daily slowly Eddie started to have his doubts again, essentially pushing it to the back of his mind.

A few days went by and Eddie was completely thrown off by Chrissy Cunningham, in his eyes ‘The Queen’ of Hawkins High, asking him for drugs. Obviously he was shocked by the whole thing but Eddie has never been the kind of person to turn down a customer who’s willing to pay for his services even if it so happened to be the head of the cheerleading squad. They met in the woods to discuss what he had and somehow they ended up talking about things other than drugs. Eddie knew that Chrissy has always been a kind person but he hasn’t talked to her in awhile, the last time being when they were in middle school. So it really did shock him that she stayed the same no matter what her status was and for a split second Eddie almost forgot about what they were there for in the first place. Foolishly Eddie started to develop a crush on her in the middle of their conversation which was really stupid considering that she found her soulmate in Jason then he also had to realize, then being together wouldn’t be realistic. After they finished discussing the details of where the transaction was taking place a time was set up and they quickly parted ways. Out of curiosity Eddie pulled the tiny clock out of his pocket just to see if anything changed, maybe there could be a chance that Chrissy had two soulmates or he was just starting to become desperate at this point. He looked a the clock and to no surprise it was counting down still. Eddie didn’t know why but it bummed him that his soulmate was out there somewhere and he had no idea who it could be. He thought about it for a few more seconds before wiping it out of his head, he didn’t have time to look for the person he’s destined to be with. Eddie focused on making money tonight and that was all.

Eddie went back to school to finish up the plans that he had for the evening and that involved a dnd game with his new friends Dustin and Mike, they even brought along a friend of theirs named Erica. At first Eddie was skeptical about letting a new member play especially when she looked like she was in the fourth grade, okay he kind of bumped her age down a little far but she was still younger than all of them. After hearing her vouch for herself and explaining her move set Eddie had no choice but to let her play, she knew her stuff. They played the game like normal and everyone was having a good time. Eddie really played up the theatrics that night, anything he could do to get everyone on the edge of their seat and anticipation running through their veins. Truly an exciting night for him as the game was coming to an end. Eddie said his goodbyes to the group and prepared himself for what the future had in store for him. Earlier Chrissy agreed to coming over to his house so they could settle everything that they talked about in the woods. When they arrived to Eddie’s trailer he kept in mind that she requested for something stronger, at the time that should’ve sent alarms through Eddie’s head but money is one hell of a drug ironically. He went to look for one of the strongest drugs he had in his room basically being in his own world while the worst has yet to come. Eddie smiled from ear to ear after finding what needed and head back to where Chrissy was. His eyes laid on Chrissy, his smile dropping in an instant.

Eddie saw her shaking in the middle of his living room while her eyes fluttered, they were whiter and had no sign of life in them. He panicked as he tried to shake her awake then calling out to her hoping that he’ll get a response. The lights in his trailer flickered before Eddie saw Chrissy levitate in the air making him stumble back until he fell on the floor. His heart started pounding in his chest at the sight of a girl he knew under whatever this evil trance was and he couldn’t save her. Within seconds Eddie watched Chrissy’s body break right in front him, he screamed at the top of his lungs with tears in his eyes as he’d body fell to the ground and she was already gone in that exact moment. Eddie was terrified and he knew if he stayed any longer that he would be next. He ran away without looking back, little did he know that all of it was going to bite him in the ass. When the news got on the story about Chrissy’s death every finger was pointing in Eddie’s direction. He had to lay low because Hawkins wanted him dead or alive it didn’t matter which one but if you were to ask the people they were prefer that he was dead. He traveled as far as he could to get away from the town that hates him, a boathouse that he found seemed like the perfect place to get away and hide. He made himself semi comfortable in one of the boats then covered himself up with a tarp that was lying around.

At some point during the night Eddie had fallen asleep because he jumped once he heard the sound of faint voices and footsteps coming towards him. They were muffled to him, none of the voices sounded familiar.

Eddie flinched at the feeling of something hard against his side and repeatedly he kept getting hit with it. Whoever it was wouldn’t stop causing him to panic once again. He thought if he was going to die anyways he might as well put up a fight. The hard object hit his side one last time before Eddie jumped onto his feet and revealing himself to whoever was there. He didn’t know who was standing in front of him but the first thing he did was grab them by the shoulders and aggressively pushed them against a wall making sure that every move to he did wasn’t gentle. He heard screaming in the process of him standing his ground, everything got drowned out since he was under the impression that he was in danger. Eddie managed to focus on the person who kept poking him in the side and he almost let out a laugh at who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Looking like a deer in headlights when Eddie had a broken beer bottle in his hand and he was inches away from his neck. Eddie never talked to Steve at school because there was never a reason to. He was a shitty person, so if he did come here to hurt him Eddie wouldn’t have felt anything if he just so happened to press the beer bottle against his neck. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Dustin’s voice trying to calm him down. All of them were telling him that they wasn’t going to harm him in anyway and Dustin promised that everything would be okay. It wasn’t like Eddie didn’t believe Dustin, it was just he’s always shined this positive light on Steve that honestly sounded like lies to him. Eddie looked at Dustin before narrowing his eyes at Steve who clearly wanted to be anywhere else but here. After a few extremely long seconds Eddie let him go and took a seat, for now he’ll keep it to himself that he doesn’t trust Steve. Something felt off about him and Eddie couldn’t explain why, he got a weird feeling in his stomach when Steve was close to him. Eddie brushed it off and watched Dustin make his way over to him with concern on his face. He told them everything about what happened to Chrissy including how the way she was killed wasn’t normal and it was almost like a supernatural thing. He waited for them to laugh or make fun of him but that never happened, they comforted him through this trauma that he was going though. Eddie’s eyes became glossy after talking to them and the way they swore that he would get out of this mess made him feel hopeful, he’s never felt that before. Dustin told him that they would be back in the morning to get him then they left swiftly. Eddie had so many thoughts in his head that he didn’t have a clear one that stood out to him. The boathouse was eerie when no one was around and he hated that every so often the wind would blow sending chills down his spine. To keep his mind off of those things he thought he could check his clock to see if it changed, Eddie pulled it out of his pocket while having low expectations.

00:00

Eddie shook his head repeatedly as he processed the numbers on the clock. There’s no way that he found his soulmate in all of this it was impossible.

“This is insane, out of all the times in my life where I’ve met amazing people why now all of a sudden?” Eddie directed the question towards the clock as if he would get a response. Nothing made sense, if he really thought about who the last person he talked to it lead him to a certain someone.

There’s no way

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed as he ran hand through his hair.

This was going to be quite interesting.

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Part 3

*sighs* this is going to be a slow burn isn’t it? 😕

I hope you guys enjoyed and give me some feedback! How can I make the story better? What would y’all like to see perhaps? Let me know!! Good night everyone :D

[saltwaterburns]

VERY EXPLICIT DETAILS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF MY FEELINGS AFTER FINISHING "THE EMPTY GRAVE"

I tabbed 5 pages: blue for 347, red for 354, green for 385, orange for 415 and yellow for the very last one

i. Lockwood tells Lucy about the blue sapphire necklace his dad got for his mum as a "symbol of his undying devotion".

I was listening to Radiohead for most of the book, and this scene in particular was very dear to me because "Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi" is almost most definitely Lockwood's song. Like. Everybody leaves when they get the chance to, but Lucy won't. Lucy is back here and he's with him and they're standing side by side and he nearly can't get the words out of his mouth that's gone incredibly dry but somehow he's telling her about the necklace in his palm and his mind is racing while thinking about how pretty it'd look against her supple skin. He's almost about to give it to her, his mouth is open but the words die in his throat because Kipps is leaning over the doorway and telling them that Winkman is here and now he might die and she might never really know about his feelings for her but it's okay, because she'll live. He'll make sure she'll live.

ii. "But, if anything, I had my eye on someone else."

"Good God, you don't mean George?"

"You must know there are other possibilities in this world."

Sweet, darling girl Holly and her unrecruited wlw crush. Sweet, darling Holly who was squealing on the inside whenever she caught a glance of Lucy, her glowing skin and twinkling eyes and bright hair. Sweet, darling girl Holly who couldn't help the mean words that sometimes spilled from her lips because God forbid anyone realised what actually might hide under those longing glances.

iii. Lucy and her pet Skully but Skully is being TAKEN AWAY and they're having an angsty goodbye.

I'm pretty sure I actually cried during this scene. As much as she hates to admit it, she's so fond of Skull and his company and she's so used to his vile, unannounced jokes and comments that when he's being taken away from her, her heart literally stops, even though she isn't in the living world anymore. We only realise what we have until we've lost it, and this quote fits here perfectly. Sure, she hates him and his comments are unneeded and he never helps her, but they can't just take him away, can they?

iv. "Marissa came by?" Lockwood asked. "Was she alone?"

"Hey, Lucy asks the questions around here," the youth said. "You can't just barge in and take over like you're the leader or something? Where's your respect?"

Bonus - Skull telling the Clapham Butcher Boy to "find his own human"

I GIGGLED SO LOUD. He's so emotionally dependent on her. Find your own goddamn human, fish face!! That's right!! He's my favourite character. Nothing intellectual to talk about here, it just made me smile really big.

v. She hung the symbol of Lockwood's father's undying devotion to his mother around. Her. Neck. Cause. Locky. Gave. It. To. Her.

CAN YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS AND SOBS? Oh my God, where do I even start? During the entirety of those 5 books, they've always ran and someone's been hunting them down and Penelope was always breathing over their shoulder but not anymore. They'll still take on dangerous jobs and get into little quarrels with Barnes but now Kipps and Flo are also part of their little 35 Portland Row agency. They'll still be in danger every day because that's just what their job requires but it's different because Lucy's got that little gemstone around her neck and it might not mean anything to simple onlookers but all the love and light that's ever been gathered in it is now shining upon her. It's casting a little golden halo around her head and it's all okay because even when death is looking them in the eye, they'll look at each other and nod and everything will be okay.

This is it! Thank you for reading my little rambles. I don't know how I'll ever recover, because 35 Portland Row will eternally be etched to my heart. As my favourite singer once sung, there'll always be a chamber in my heart dedicated to those three and all their little hooligan friends and the shenanigans they got into.

[cierraonline]

S1EP5: OWNING MANHATTAN! SILLIE TIMELINE! SIREN REVEALS HER EYES!

1

"I'm working late 'cause I’m a singer." 

"Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger."

2

"Are you cooking tonight?" 

"Do you only ever think about food?" 

"Yes."

3

"Who's your celebrity crush?" 

"Eminem." 

"Oh... I thought you were going to say me."

Rolling….

Whatever TF This Is Podcast 

Season 1 | Episode 5 

OWNING MANHATTAN! SILLIE TIMELINE! SIREN REVEALS HER EYES!

"Well, it's been a minute," Billie starts the podcast. "I know it's been like three weeks since you’ve last seen us, and we have a good reason."

"Not really," Siren shook her head.

"We’ve been in Europe for my mini press tour for Hit Me Hard and Soft, which was fun and way different than doing a press tour in the States."

"It’s less invasive," Siren clarifies. "I feel like European reporters ask appropriate questions, while American hosts and reporters ask inappropriate questions that are disguised as appropriate ones because Americans are obsessed with having to know every little detail about you, which is fucking weird."

"You guys! Literally after we left and went back to the hotel, Siren went on like an hour rant about the differences."

"Because it’s like, why are Americans like this?"

"Anyways, if you forgot who we are and what you are watching, I’m Billie Eilish, this is my beautiful soulmate Siren Vixen, and you’re watching 'Whatever the Fuck This Is Podcast,'" Billie does the infamous introduction of the podcast. "On the couch, we have Claudia and Finneas, and behind the camera, we have Rodrick."

"You guys were in Europe for only five days… what happened the other two weeks?" Claudia questions from the single chair.

"You see… what happened was," Billie trails, not spitting out the answer quick enough for Siren.

"We started watching Owning Manhattan on Netflix, and that just spiraled into a fixation on watching other real estate and home improvement shows," Siren chimes in.

"Is that why you guys haven’t been coming downstairs?" Rodrick questions.

"Yes."

"Ooh, I’ve been meaning to watch Owning Manhattan," Claudia shortly gasped. "Is it good?"

"It’s very problematic for no reason. It’s like if bad reality TV and the HGTV channel had a baby."

"Just know in this household we don’t like Jonathan or Chloe," Billie makes a disgusted look, just thinking about a few of the agents on the show.

"Are they that bad?"

"Jonathan is just a narcissist who thinks he's some god given gift who will bring young people into real estate, which he has the potential to do, but he just ruins it by being so fucking rude and exuding narcissistic energy," Siren was internally trying not to go on a full rant about the asshole.

"Oh my God!" Billie loudly groans. "I fucking hate him. He and this other irrelevant agent…"

"Jessica," Siren fills in the blank for Claudia.

"Those two dumbasses did a podcast with the company’s resources and basically talked shit about Savannah, who was an agent under apprenticeship. And when they were talked to about it and told they were fucking wrong which they righfully were, they made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. As if they didn’t just publicly embarrass someone in the company who is learning and wanting an opportunity to show her talents. But when Ryan said something to them it was 'that was not my intention' and 'I'm so sorry,' but they didn’t say it to Savannah, the person that was targeted. And then this jackass, Jonathan, was told to apologize to Savannah just for him to not even apologize and tell her she could learn from the situation… Are you dumb?" Billie ranted, getting red and annoyed in the face.

"Anyways…" Siren side-eyes her wife, seeing how worked up she was getting. "After we finished watching the series, we watched other shows, and it just somehow weirdly led us down the path of looking into what properties we want to buy and try to sell."

"So you guys are going to do real estate?" Finneas asked.

"Yes."

"No." Siren turns her head to the left to look at her partner. "We are not doing real estate."

"I think we would be good at it," Billie shrugs her shoulders. "We can be a real estate couple like Trish and her husband."

"No."

“Let’s change the subject before it turns into another fight,” Claudia interjects. “Give us the timeline of your relationship,” Claudia requested, leaning forward with curiosity.

“It’s not going to make sense,” Finneas said, shaking his head, knowing how the story unfolds after years of observation.

“Yes, it does,” Billie said, getting playfully defensive. “It’s a beautiful story, as a matter of fact.”

“But very confusing to the average person,” Siren agreed with her brother-in-law. “Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to have crushes or boyfriends because of Billie.”

“Because you’re mine,” Billie shrugged her shoulders possessively.

“Didn’t you have the biggest crush on Justin Bieber and three boyfriends before Siren?” Rodrick interjected, recalling the brunette’s dating past.

“So you see how messed up the situation was,” Siren laughed.

“One, we all knew I was never going to get with Justin, and two… no comment,” Billie said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“You’ve always been possessive and obsessive about Siren, and I don’t think anyone knows where it comes from,” Finneas said, tilting his head with curiosity.

“Neither does our therapist,” Billie admitted, shaking her head. “I would say it all comes from this feeling that travels through my mind, heart, stomach, and other places I won’t mention in front of my brother…”

“Her pussy,” Siren said bluntly, not caring to filter herself.

“Anyways!” Billie exclaimed, blushing as everyone in the room laughed at her. “I just get this Joe Goldberg feeling when it comes to Siren. I’ve always had this deep need and dependency to know every thought, emotion, move, and decision Siren makes. It’s psychotic, but I mentally and physically justified it.”

“And that’s where the clinginess comes from,” Siren concluded.

“I lowkey don’t like when you say that because it makes me feel like it’s not reciprocated. As if you aren’t as clingy as me,” Billie pouted.

“Your habits when it comes to me caused you to be clingy. Conditioning caused me to be clingy,” Siren differentiated for her wife. “And these are the words coming from our therapist.”

“Whatever, I’m happy just the way I am,” Billie rolled her eyes. “Here’s the timeline of our relationship,” she said, looking to Claudia and transitioning back to the original question.

~~~

**YEAR 2001**

“Billie, you have to stop crying. There is nothing wrong,” Maggie cooed at her newborn baby girl as the newly-formed family of four sat out in the front yard having a picnic.

“Do you want your rabbit, Billie?” A three-year-old Finneas tried to soothe his baby sister, holding up her stuffed brown rabbit. But this only made her wails louder.

“Maybe she’s just fussy,” Patrick suggested.

“Patrick, it’s been two hours,” Maggie looked at her husband with concern. “I’m surprised she hasn’t passed out yet.”

A few feet away, Enzo came running, carrying a six-month-old Siren towards the small family. “Hey Maggie, Patrick! My sitter canceled on me. Do you think you can watch Siren for an hour so I can pick up Travis from his play date and go grocery shopping, and head to my surrogate for a breast milk restock?”

“Enzo… breathe,” Patrick O’Connell, the 44-year-old father, guided the frazzled 25-year-old, standing up and gently taking hold of a giggly baby Siren. “We got her, you go do what you have to do.”

“Thank you so much, I owe you guys,” Enzo smiled with appreciation as he was a single father navigating parenthood alone.

“You don’t owe us anything, Enzo,” Maggie shook her head. “It takes a village to raise kids, and we are your village as you are ours.” She offered a gentle smile while still rocking a fussy baby.

“I know,” The Italian man took a deep breath. “I appreciate all the help you’ve done for me and my family. I’ll be back in an hour, and after that, I’ll help you with the fence, Patrick.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Patrick smiled warmly. The Vixen father turned and ran to his car, leaving his baby girl with the people he trusted more than anything in the world. “Siren, do you want to meet someone new?” Patrick headed back to his spot.

“Meet the newest addition to the village, Billie Eilish Pirate O’Connell,” Maggie leaned over, showing the six-month-old the newborn. Like magic, blue eyes met blue and green eyes, and silence followed. “She stopped,” Maggie smiled, then went back to a comfortable position, only for Billie to wail once she lost eye contact with Siren.

“I think we just found a solution to the wailing,” Patrick chuckled.

“What?” Maggie furrowed her eyebrows.

“Siren,” Patrick said, holding the baby near Billie, and as predicted, the wailing stopped.

“Love at first sight, don’t you think?” Maggie smiled.

“Mama,” Finneas crawled closer to his mother and the two girls. “They have the same eyes,” he pointed out.

“You are absolutely right, Finneas,” Maggie smiled down at her son, then turned to look at the two girls’ eyes.

~~~

“Wait, you have two different eye colors!?” Rodrick and Claudia exclaimed simultaneously.

“You guys didn’t know that?” Finneas asked, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“No!” they replied.

“I honestly thought they were brown,” Claudia said, revealing her shock.

“And you always wear contacts around me,” Rodrick added.

“Wait, so you and Billie have the exact same eye color?” Claudia asked for clarification.

“Yeah,” Siren said in a ‘duh’ tone. “What do you guys think I mean when I say T’Challa is my biological kid?” She mentioned her pride and joy, a black Maine Coon cat that had her exact eye colors.

“I just thought you were one of those strange cat ladies,” Rodrick shrugged.

“Can we see your eyes?” Claudia asked with fascination.

“Okay,” Siren shrugged, taking out her white-out contacts and revealing her natural eyes.

“Awww,” everyone gasped in awe.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” Rodrick gushed, looking at his best friend’s eyes.

“The right eye is literally a duplicate of Billie’s. That’s crazy,” Claudia said. “Your eye is literally proof that you guys are soulmates.”

“I can’t believe you guys thought her eyes were brown,” Finneas laughed. “Literally no one in the Vixen family has brown eyes.”

“Well, I just assumed her surrogate would have brown eyes, so she inherited that. Plus, let’s not act like brown isn’t a dominant eye color,” Claudia tried to justify her reasoning.

“Did we forget I have a pigment mutation?” Siren looked at Claudia like she was dumb. “Brown eyes mean more melanin, but with my mutation, I only have melanin in my skin and no pigment in my hair, body hair, or eyes. But at the same time, green is the brown eyes for blue, therefore one of my eyes is green.”

“Wait!” Rodrick exclaimed but didn’t say anything else as he pieced together the information in his head. “Your hair is naturally paper white? I thought you were just bleaching it.” This caused different reactions. Finneas burst into laughter, Billie looked at him with actual concern, and Siren was just over it.

“Stop talking to me.”

“I guess I will be finishing my storytime later since that’s all the time we have for today,” Billie said, still looking at Rodrick with concern. “Claudia?”

“Wait, before you start with the recap, I think you should have a theme song for it,” Finneas suggested, waving his right hand as he tried to calm down from his laughter.

“Is that you offering?” Siren turned to him.

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“On today’s episode of ‘Whatever the Fuck This Is’ Podcast, we learn that the reason why you haven’t seen an update in three weeks is because Billie and Siren have been fixating on real estate shows. Will they go into real estate themselves?… Probably not. Shoutout to all the Sillie fans out there who asked for the timeline of the two… which Billie did not fully answer with her storytime.”

“Maybe because I was interrupted because you guys didn’t know Siren’s real eye colors.”

“In surprising news, Siren did an eye reveal showing the actual colors of her eyes and if you missed it, they’re not brown like the average person would assume. Finneas and I think they are beautiful and should be shown off more. And lastly, we found out Rodrick is a dumbass.”

“You all act like you didn’t know that already.”

“Right.”

“I’m Billie.”

“I’m Siren.”

“I’m Finneas.”

“I’m Claudia.”

“I’m Rodrick.”

“And that is it for today’s video. See you next week with another 'Whatever the Fuck This Is’ Podcast.”

| welcome to the book I write & edit when high |

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (15)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing, Descriptions of Gross things

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3K

15. Best of Wives and Best of Women

“Let’s show this bitch who’s in charge,” she says fastening on a metal arm

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Her period came the next day, but it didn’t come out of her vagina, it came out of her mouth. For days upon days, she was throwing up blood, chunks, and clots. She took two vials and was disgusted at the idea of having to reingest it.

“Hello?” she called the King on the phone

“Hey, how we doin’?” 

She was enraged by his chipper tone “I got all the blood,”

“That’s great! Got Alastor’s blood?”

“Yes,” 

“Great! Now put it in a ceramic bowl and mix with your fingers,”

“Um, my blood has clots in it, is that okay?”

“Um no,”

“I have to take them out?”

“Yep,”

She goes and follows his instructions while on the phone with him “I swear Lucifer if this is some kind of joke,” she says raising the bowl to her lips

“Oh, this is no joke. This could kill you,”

“I did it in a ceramic bowl with my hands,”

“Okay, now take a small spoonful and eat it,”

“Does the type of spoon matter?”

“I… don’t think so,”

“You don’t know?!”

“I literally told you this is the first time I’m doing this!”

She lids her eyes “So I only need to eat a spoonful?”

“Small spoonful. Small,”

She takes out a small spoon “Okay okay,” she stares at the spoonful and closes her eyes before drinking it. She gags many times “I’m guessing I can’t throw this up either,” she says between gags

“Nope!”

“Okay, now I’m drawing the pentagram,”

“Pay attention Voe, this is very important. The way you do this will affect what kind of baby you have,”

“Okay, I did it,” 

“That fast?” he sounds worried

“Do you want me to show you?”

“No no! Don’t show me!”

“Well now I’m scared, I wanna show you!”

“No! Don’t!! Okay, what time is it?”

She looks up and down “You don’t know what time it is? Just look at your phone,”

“Voe just tell me the time,”

Voe looks down at her phone “It’s..one,”

“It will start to take effect at three,”

“Of course, it will. And how much will it hurt?”

“You want me to get into the details again?”

Shakes her head “No, never mind,”

“Listen, you’ll be fine…It’ll be like a nightmare,”

“How long will this last?”

He inhales “I’m not sure, but I forget how long the witching hour is,”

She looks around “It’s one hour Lucifer,”

“So…maybe one hour, maybe?”

“Oh, my goodness. And when will you be here”

“I will be there when you get up!”

“Okay…I’m sending you a picture!” she hits send and hangs up. 

Voe ties her shirt up, to not mess up the Pentagram, and she zips up her oversized vest to cover it. She puts the bowl in the sink. She stands up straight and takes a breath. 

“I know you’re usually up this late, but what are you doing down here?”

Voe jumps at the voice of her husband, she turns around to see his ever-present grin, with suspicious-looking eyes. “Hey!” she says a little too loud

“Hello?”

“What are you doing?” she asked

He starts to circle her like a shark “I just heard some noise down here and decided to come and see. And here you are,”

“Here I am,” she sounds nervous

“What are you doing?” He sounds like an adult grilling a child

She inhales “I was just…eating,”

“Eating what?”

She tilts her head “Why are you grilling me?”

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Would you like some company in your room tonight?”

“No!” she answers quickly

Alastor squints, his anger growing “No?”

“No, I think I need space tonight,”

He looks her up and down “Fine,”

“Sorry,”

Alastor leaves the kitchen with his back turned to her, very coldly. Every step that he took made his rage bubble like a pot of soup. She was lying and he knew it. She thought he was dumb, dumb enough to believe in that innocent look in her eyes. Was she unfaithful? She had been speaking to Lucifer at great length. Alastor’s fingers danced along his cane as they itched for violence. He did not want to believe his theory, but if it turned out to be true, he couldn’t be held responsible for what he might do.

Voe lays on her bed shirtless and waits for the hours to tick by. She’s waiting for the world of pain that she was told about, but it was worse than she ever could have imagined. It was rip your hair out of your scalp pain. Like your skin is being peeled off pain, like your spine is being ripped out pain. It took everything she had not to scream a the top of her lungs, she almost suffocated herself trying to keep down the noise. It was torture, and suddenly, it was over. Voe looks over at the time and it is 5 AM when the pain stops. Seems like the witching hour was a little longer than expected.

She looks over to her phone when it lights up with a new text

Hey 🦆 how’s it going?

She’s drenched in sweat when she reaches over to respond

It just ended 

can I wash the blood off now?

Shud b gone

She looks down and sees that the pentagram she took so much time to get perfect has vanished.

it’s gone

great! 😅

so what next?

Now u wait! ⏰

See u tomorrow! 🌅

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“Welcome back!” They all call out as Lucifer walks through the door, most demons are either indifferent or smiling. Alastor is in the back trying to keep smiling when he really wants to snarl. The first person that Lucifer goes for is his daughter

“Happy to see me?” he asks Charlie

“Of course, dad,” she pauses before going in for another hug

The very next person he goes to is Voe, their embrace is deep and long she closes her eyes as she hugs him.

“Hey!” he says when they pull apart

“Hi! You’re finally back!” “Yeah, you practically threatened me,”

“Well, it didn’t stop you from saying no before,”

“Mhmm, I am strictly here on business,” Lucifer looks around and whispers in her ear “Where’s the baby daddy?”

She squints “I don’t know if I like you saying that, she chuckles

“Is he not the father of the child?” he whispers back

She rolls her eyes “Yes,”

“Then baby daddy,”

Voe smirks and looks around “Alastor,” she calls for her husband

“Hmm?” he asks far behind the two of them simply watching

“He’s over there,” she points toward him

“Trouble in paradise?”

She leans into the King’s ear “It’s getting hard hiding this,”

“Well, it was your idea to hide it,”

“I know that, but I don’t want to get anyone’s hope up and then it doesn’t work,”

He shrugs “Well you have to roll with the punches,”

“That’s easy for you to just shrug off, he thinks I’m lying to him,”

“Voe I don’t know what you want me to do about that,”

“I just want you to listen,”

“I’m listening but I’m not hearing anything that I can do,”

“Whatever Lucifer, ugh men,”

“Don’t have an attitude with me. You wanted my help.”

She rolls her eyes again “Okay, I get it. Go make yourself comfortable,” Lucifer touches her shoulder as he walks past her.

Alastor’s eyes moved along with Lucifer, he was getting a bit too handsy with his wife. What had they been whispering about? And that hug had been awfully deep. He watched as his wife stared longingly after the king and his rage increased steadily, his fingers unable to stay still. But he still needed more facts than this to conclude on what fate she should suffer.

“Casper,”

“Yes,”

“How many therapists do we have now?”

“Umm..5”

“Okay, that’s better. Do we have any interested sinners yet?”

He looks at his clipboard “No, unless you could Alastor,”

“I don’t”

“Then no. Have you been advertising? Maybe you should do a live?”

“I don’t know how to advertise it. Especially with Alastor being the first volunteer,”

“Well if the Radio Demon admits that he needs help then anyone can,”

“I don’t know how he would feel about that,”

“Don’t ask, just do it,”

She grimaces and groans at the idea

“What?”

“I know you don’t know about this, but I kind if betrayed his trust in the past. I know that he’s only doing this for me, but I don’t know if he wants other people t know about it,”

“Well we have to do something, or we’re going to be stuck with 5 therapists and zero patients,”

She lowers her head “Ugh, this is why I wanted Angel,”

“Have you talked to him since?”

“Yeah, once. Then he told me to never talk to him again,”

“Oh damn,”

“Yeah, it’s a tough subject for him,”

“Maybe you can say that in your live. Talk about how it’s tough,”

Voe stares into the distance “I have an idea,”

“What?”

“I was talking to my husband and he was saying that if he needs help then so do I. What if I did it?”

“You as the first patient? Are you ready for that?”

She looks away “I don’t think anybody is,”

“But are you ready?”

“Sure,” 

“Okay. Do you want to livestream your first session?”

Voe groans

“So when do you want to see your first therapist?”

“Make it happen by the end of the week,”

“Great!”

She knocks on Alastor’s bedroom door which opens on its own, allowing her to step inside. 

“Alastor! I have some good news!”

“And what’s that?” he asks appearing behind her and closing the door

“I will be participating in my hospital endeavor,” she clasps her hands

His eyes widen “Oh! So you’ll be your own guinea pig?”

“Yes! What better to get sinners to try it than if I do?”

“And what if you don’t like it?”

“I don’t think anybody likes being told about their issues. I would also still like you to participate, as long as that’s all right,”

“I am fine as long as you are doing it,”

“We want to get this done by the end of the week,”

He puts his arms behind his back “Then I guess you need to get to it,”

She glances up at her husband “I have a question,” she says apprehensively

“Okay…”

Voe hesitates “Would you be…upset if I were to use your participation as part of advertising the hospital?”

He squints, and pauses before answering “Of course not! As long as you do something for me,”

She smiles “Another deal?”

“Just a small favor,”

Voe tilts her head “What is it?”

“Stay away from Lucifer,”

Voe’s eyes bulge “I- what?”

“Stay away from Lucifer,” he repeats, slower this time

She pulls her hand up to her chest “Why?”

“Why do you want to be near him so badly?”

“I…I need him,”

“You need him?” his eyes narrow

She inhales “Yes, and he’s my friend,”

“Then why doesn’t your friend help you with this, since you need him?”

“I figured my husband could help me,”

“Then why doesn’t your friend help you?”

She looks away “He is! Just with something else,”

“With what?”

Voe thinks for a moment “Are you jealous?”

“No, I just don’t understand why you can’t do something for me, but I have to do something for you,”

“You don’t!”

“I don’t?” 

She grabs her arm “Well, no I just would like you to,”

“And I would like you to do something for me, which clearly you can’t do,”

Voe walks up to him “Alastor I will do anything else for you, just not that. I can’t do that,”

“Fine,” he spits, clearly enraged

She reaches out for him “Alastor,” she calls softly

“What?”

“I love you,”

“Hmm,” he responds before dissipating

“I don’t know if y’all have heard of my hospital, but I will be the first patient and my session will be at the end of the week! How do we feel about that?”

lolllll can’t wait 2 c her in a psych ward

getting her crazy on

u gettin a lobotomy????

“No, I’m not getting a lobotomy. It’s just therapy. You know, you talk about your problems and the therapist tells you why you act like that and gives you a plan to improve yourself,”

sounds boring

booo

hmmm i might give that a shot

“Who better to test it out than me? Right?”

gud luck

better u thn me

ur gonna do great!

“Wish me luck!” she says before ending the live. Voe taps the back of her phone, wondering what it was that she was getting into.

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Alastor cuts his eye as his wife interacts with the King of Hell, he had known her before, before he did actually. And had he come back to taste more? More of his wife? They cease their whispering and go to embrace, him leading her into his office. Alastor’s eyes shined bright in the shadows where he stood, he listened intently for any rhythmic movement, but he heard nothing. Perhaps they kept the debauchery silent? Perhaps they were only necking? In his experience Voe always had a difficult time keeping herself quiet when his lips were on her neck, maybe she’d always had the skill and she never used it on him. But it would come in handy when hiding an affair. Alastor inched closer to the door and was greeted with a loud noise that turned out to be Lucifer coughing.

“Sorry,” he says between coughs

He must have been penetrating her orally and couldn’t handle it. Alastor smirks, Amateur, he thinks before he remembers that it was his wife who was getting this treatment from a man who was not him. He needed more facts, more info before he acted, but he was already getting closer and closer to that point

“What do you think?” Voe asks as Lucifer examines her

“Welp, she’s rowdy!”

She looks up quickly “Wait, she?”

“Wait, sorry no. I was talking about your heart. Your heart is going crazy. That’s not good,”

“What does that mean?”

“Uhh, well…it means you should probably chillax a bit. Calm down,”

She drops her arms “Well how am I supposed to do that? I run three businesses and my husband thinks I’m lying to him about something. He asked me to stay away from you,”

He rolls his eyes “Of course he did. Drama Queen,”

“And I’m worried I might die from this,”

Lucifer stands “Well, only one of those things is something you should actually be worried about, the rest can fall by the wayside. You need to relax or you could lose your baby, or worse-“

“Die,” they say at the same time “So you are positive that there is a baby in there?”

“I am positive that there’s a living organism in there. Do not get your hopes up for a baby. It could be-“

“A miscarriage?”

“That or it could be a lizard,”

She squints “What do I do if it’s a lizard?”

“Do you want a lizard baby?”

“No,”

“Then throw it in a fireplace, or dumpster, or sell it. Maybe keep it in as a pet!” She seems horrified “Can we just make sure that I don’t have a lizard baby?”

“You need to make sure that you don’t have a lizard baby. No stress! Why not go to that therapy thing you were talking about?”

“Blah blah blah, I’m going,”

“That’s what your lizard baby will say. Blah blah blah,”

“Stop!” She whines, punching him as he laughs

Lucifer opens the door “Now go somewhere and lay down or something!” slamming the door behind her

“Casper,”

“Mhmm?” “For the rest of the week, you need to handle my affairs,”

He looks around “Oh, um okay sure,”

“I need to take a break, from now until Sunday everyone reports to you,”

“Okay,”

“Tell them that,”

“Got it,”

“I’m gonna go and lay down,”

Voe lays down on her back, unsure of what to do. Should she take a nap? Scroll on her phone? Read a book? What do people do when they rest? She stared up at the ceiling in silence, all her thoughts clouding her mind, until she drifts off to sleep.

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Voe is in the kitchen and Charlie approached

“Vera!” Charlie screams “You’re in labor!

“Wait, how did you know my name?”

“AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!” 

Voe is suddenly lying on the kitchen table with her knees spread open, everyone screaming around her. A scaly hand reached out from her vagina and grabs Angel Dust and pulling him in

“Voe what have you done?!” Charlie screams

“Wait, what?”

“I knew you were up to something,” Alastor stands next to her calmly shaking his head

“Something’s coming out!” Vaggis screams

A Komodo dragon crawls out of her vagina and spits out Angel’s boots, roaring like an actual dragon and then letting out a fawn squeak.

“I told you,” Lucifer breathes fire throughout the hotel, setting it on fire

“Oh my gosh! Voe! Why would you do that?”

Alastor is holding a stack of papers “Here’s the divorce papers, my dear,”

Voe is screaming at the top of her lungs when Taylor Swift pops out “You are now officially divorced! Into the fireplace, you go!”

The other hotel staff and residents picked her up and carried her to the fireplace, while she watched her lizard baby cheering them on. She burns to death as they all tell her

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!”

Voe wakes up in a sweat, it’s the middle of the night and she is alone, she looks down at her stomach and sees it move a little, but not much. She removes her shirt and then collapses on the bed once more as she has to remind herself that none of that nightmare is real.

[lemonluvgirl]

PROMPT REQUEST!! ❤️❤️

[Post-mj, growing back together]

katniss goes down on peeta for the first time?? Bonus if she asks advice from johanna beforehand and johanna being johanna, goes into explicit detail causing katniss to panic HAHAHA LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️❤️

bonus pt. 2, if Peeta returns the favor 😏

Alright anon. I’ve been working on this all week. So I hope you like it. Also this song I Was Born to Love You  by Ray LaMontagne was the track I picked for this fic. The lyrics: 

You’re the only one I can talk to  The only one I can really read  I know you give because you want to Don’t you think its time to let yourself receive? 

really resonated with me when I was writing this story. 

The Only Opinion That Matters

"And then what?" Katniss asked in a choked whisper.

"Well, once it's in your mouth there are only a few things to worry about. First of all, try not to choke. You don't want to take too much at once, especially on your first try. Just fit however much feels comfortable in your mouth. Remember to leave a little room for thrusting. He may get excited if it feels really good. If that happens, and it's too much for you, pull back a little and use your hand to cover the rest. Use a rhythm you already know he likes in tandem with bobbing your mouth up and down. It's basically like giving him a hand job while using your mouth to stimulate the head of his penis. You've jacked him off before right?" Johanns asked very matter of factly.

Katniss felt like her face was turning scarlet at Johanna’s words. She probably looked like a bright red beacon broadcasting her embarrassment to the world. She cringed self consciously even though she was alone in her kitchen and Johanna couldn’t see her over the phone. This conversation was seriously testing her comfort limits. And yet, she had to finish it. There was literally no one else she could ask about this kind of thing.

"Yeah, I've um," Katniss couldn't quite bring herself to use Johanna's crass name for the method she had been using to bring Peeta pleasure lately, "used my hand on him before." Katniss finished, thinking about how she had just used her hand on him this morning, and he had said thank you by using his mouth on her. Twice.

That was Peeta for you though, always giving twice as much and never really asking for anything in return.

It made Katniss feel, well not exactly guilty. More like his selflessness spurred her to forget her own insecurities and focus on how much she wanted to give back to him the same kind of pleasure he gave to her on a regular basis. Her only problem was her lack of knowledge and experience. Hence, the call to Johanna.

"Then you already know how to work that aspect. Just keep a steady rhythm. Remember to breathe through your nose. If you’re feeling confident and you already know he likes to have his balls played with, or his ass grabbed while getting stroked then try adding that in as well. But whatever you do, don't use your teeth! Most guys don't like it, and even if they do it's got to be done with a very light touch, and only someone with a fair amount of experience can usually pull something like that off. So stick to using your tongue, hands, and some moderate suction. Right now your main objective is simply to cover the basics." Johanna advised.

"But what if he wants something exciting instead of basic and-" Katniss asked in a nervous voice.

"Brainless, he's probably gonna lose his shit three minutes in. If he can last that long. No need to get fancy. Trust me. Just pay attention to his cues."

"Cues?"

"Cues, tells, signals, you know the things he does when he's about to come."

Katniss thought for a moment about the way Peeta's breathing changed, the way he tilted his hips, and made little noises every time he got close to finishing.

"You do know what his tells are, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Katniss bit back a little indignantly. She and Peeta had been slowly but surely progressing further in their intimate relationship for a while now. There was hardly a night where his head didn't end up between her thighs and she didn't stroke him to completion. Many nights it happened more than once. 

Johanna just chuckled at Katniss’ obvious annoyance.

"Well, alright then. Good to know you've started paying attention to the guy, finally. Now there's only one more thing we need to cover."

"What's that?" Katniss bit back angrily, growing more frustrated because of Johanna’s subtle digs. 

"The finale, of course! If you’ve been getting hot and heavy with Loverboy like you said then you ought to know what I'm talking about, Brainless!"

Finale? Katniss wondered to herself, bewildered. She had no idea what Johanna was talking about. The only finale she could think of was the showdown between the final two competitors in The Hunger Games. Which was not something that she wanted to remind Peet of while they were...

At her prolonged silence, Johanna started snickering and then she started talking again.

"You know, the end of the night fireworks, the volcanic eruption, the bursting of the dam...” 

“I think I-” Katniss tried to interrupt but Joahnna just spoke over her.

“The explosion at the yogurt factory, the erection ejection, the-” 

“I GET IT JOHANNA!” Katniss’ shouted indignantly. It was immediately followed by loud cackles coming from the other side of the phone line. 

“Glad to know you’re up to date on the lingo, Brainless. But tell me this, have you decided what you want to do with said finale when the time comes?” 

“What do you mean? Like swallow it or something?” Kantiss asked, voice barely above a whisper, and extremely nervous and strained sounding. She knew some people did that. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to try it. The thought kind of terrified her.

“Swallow, spit it out, pull back and let him come on your tits or stomach, the possibilities are many.” Johanna replied with a lazy sounding hum.

Katniss was positive she could actually hear Johanna grinning at her discomfort over the phone. 

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead, actually.” Katniss admitted. It was enough for her to juggle the logistics of all the things she was supposed to do to get Peeta to orgasm.

“Well, you should really think about it. It could happen pretty fast….. Anyway, I’d better let you go. I’m expecting a call from my head doctor at 2, so...” 

“Yeah, of course. Sorry to keep you-and thanks again, for all your....help.” Katniss replied. She cringed again at how awkward she sounded, like she had just thanked Johanna for lending her a book or something benign like that. 

“No problem, and Katniss?” The teasing tone suddenly left Johanna’s voice and Katniss waited breathlessly for whatever she said next. 

“He’s crazy about you, and he’s going to love this.” Johanna said so sincerely that Katniss was caught off guard for a moment, but then Joahnna had to go and ruin it by adding, “So even if you screw up, and don't get him off he’s still gonna think the sun shines outta your ass, no matter what.” Johanna finished with a loud belly laugh and Katniss groused at her to shut up. She reluctantly thanked her again, in a grudging tone and promised to call back tomorrow and fill her in on the results. It had been the price Johanna had enacted for all her ‘help’. 

The call clicked, and ended and Katniss was left alone in the kitchen with her thoughts. 

She mentally went over Johanna’s checklist in her head a few times, after she ran through the instructions on how to get things started there was nothing else to do but shower and wait for Peeta to come home. 

~

Peeta returned home promptly at 5:30, as usual. He washed up and they had a light dinner while discussing their respective days. Katniss left out her phone call to Johanna, because she wanted to surprise Peeta later. 

After working on the plantbook for a bit, Katniss felt anxious. She wasn't able to concentrate properly so she feigned being tired and suggested they retire to bed early. Peeta lifted one of his eyebrows in surprise, clearly not buying her over dramatic yawn, but he followed her up the stairs just the same. 

Once inside the bedroom Katniss had to get a hold of her nerves. She allowed Peeta to use the bathroom first, and scurried to her closet to take a deep breath. She tried not to think of all the many ways this could go wrong, and instead focused on finding what Johanna had called a ‘mood setting outfit’. 

There were an array of possibilities, her closet was literally still stuffed with clothes that Cinna had made for her before he--

Katniss shook her head to clear it of melancholy thoughts. She had spent many a day mourning Cinna and his prodigious talent for creating things of beauty with needle and thread. She and Peeta had vowed not to wallow in grief and instead to remember and treasure the good memories and beautiful things left behind by the ones they had lost. 

Cinna had no doubt come to the conclusion that one day she would wake up and realize that she loved and wanted Peeta just as much as he did her, and he had diligently crafted several beautiful night gowns with more than just comfortable sleep in mind. But those Katniss felt had always been meant to be used on their honeymoon. It just didn’t feel right to use them now. 

Maybe someday, if Peeta ever decided to ask her again, for real....

Focus! Katniss told herself sternly, as she recalled Johannah’s advice. 

Since you’re not the type to casually tell a guy to drop his pants, you’ll have to get your intentions across some other way. It could be as simple as giving him a certain look, or even wearing something sexy to bed.

While Katniss wished she knew just what look to give Peeta to communicate her desires wordlessly, she knew she just wasn’t that good. Yet. 

So she cast around for ideas until her eyes landed on a shirt that lay on the floor of the closet, near the hamper. It was a plain white shirt that belonged to Peeta, that he often wore around the house and to sleep in. It was a piece of clothing that she often borrowed from him in the morning when she couldn’t find her own clothes and was too lazy to go hunting for them behind the bed.  

It was large and soft and comfortable. Plus, it smelled like Peeta. Like his skin and his bath soap and the lingering traces of his baking spices. Just heavenly. 

She undressed quickly and took off her slippers. Then she gingerly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, and she grabbed the shirt from the hanger and slipped it over her head. Nervousness and excitement flooded her body at the same time and her hand shook a little when she turned the knob to exit the closet. 

She found Peeta in bed. The main overhead light had been turned off and only the bedside lamp was on. Peeta was already reclining atop the sheets and reading a pamphlet about the new laws governing opening small businesses. His chest was gloriously bare and his gray cotton sleep pants hugged his trim hips deliciously. 

Now that the world had changed and she was convinced that she would actually get to keep him after all, she had stopped being so afraid of staring at him. 

She drank in the strong lines of his body. Every part of him was beautiful despite the lines of fire that licked across his body and left behind their mark. Now that he was hers, she could admit that just the sight of him made her want. Deep in her bones, there was something that ached for him in an ancient way that went beyond words, sometimes beyond thoughts. 

She just knew that Peeta belonged with her, to her, and she to him. 

He looked up, as if he sensed her, and Katniss felt her breath catch at the movement. The way his breathtakingly blue eyes roamed up and down her body made her feel a million things at once. 

“I love it when you wear my shirt.” He stated, his eyes catching on the naked skin of her thighs and lingering there before returning to her face. 

“I know,” Katniss replied, more confidently than she felt. She walked towards him slowly, just as Johanna had instructed, to draw out the tension. 

You gotta build the anticipation. Give him a naughty look and then walk over really slowly. Make his head spin with possibilities. Once you've got him thinking about sex you're halfway there.

Katniss heard Johanna's advice playing in her head as she tried to sway her hips seductively with each step. It was a good thing the distance from the closet to the bed was relatively small. 

She managed to make it to the corner of the bed before losing her balance. She covered up her stumble by leaning forward on all fours so she could inch her way towards him. He hadn’t seemed to notice her failed attempt at seductive walking.

Katniss watched as Peeta’s eyes darkened in real time, and his pupils expanded outwards to drink in the sight of her crawling across the bed to him. 

“What are you up to?” Peeta questioned, when she swung one leg over to the other side of his hip and sank down to straddle him. 

“I just wanted to try something.....” Katniss replied evasively, and before he could ask another question she sealed her lips over his and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. 

Peeta moaned into the kiss, his hands reaching out to bracket her hips and pull her down over him. Katniss sighed in relief. 

Kissing Peeta put Katniss at ease. It was something she knew how to do by now very well, and she took some time to revel in the softness of his lips and the tantalizing flicks of his tongue before breaking off and moving in a downwards trajectory. 

She kissed his strong, square jaw and down his neck, lingering for a bit over his pulse and nipping at his ear until she could feel him stirring beneath her. He was half hard by the time she kissed across his collarbone and by the time her mouth reached his stomach he was rocking against her subtly from underneath. 

She looked up at him from under her lashes as her hands moved to pull down the waistband of his pants, and his breath caught. 

She knew the image he was likely seeing was a new and unexpected one. She had helped undress him before, but not in this position, with her mouth so close to his cock. 

“Are you--? I mean do you want to? Katniss?” Peeta’s flustered questions made her cheeks heat, but the desire and hopefulness in his eyes was easy to read. 

Once you start getting each other naked cut the chit chat down to a minimum. When the clothes come off it should be all feeling. Skin on skin, the way he smells and tastes, the way he moans your name. The only conversation required should be some dirty talk. If you're up for it.

Johanna's voice reverberated in her thoughts. Peeta had often used her name when they were in bed together but he'd never said anything explicit or dirty. Katniss wondered if by taking this new step that might change things between them...

She wasn't sure if she was in favor of that or not. She’d never done any of this before but she thought there was a good chance that if it was Peeta who was whispering naughty words to her in the privacy of their bedroom she might enjoy it. 

So in answer to his question, Katniss just bent down and took the elastic band of his underwear in her teeth and proceeded to gently tug them down. 

“Shit, holy shit.” She heard Peeta murmur and his excited, almost disbelieving tone made her chuckle softly. 

With a little help from him, his boxer briefs came off quickly. 

Once he was naked, Katniss sat up and slowly inched his shirt off her body as well, leaving her only in her plain cotton underwear. 

Peeta groaned out loud, and whispered her name like a plea when her breasts came into his field of vision and Katniss smiled a small, secret smile, pleased that something so simple could affect him so deeply. 

But then again, didn’t he have the same effect on her? She looked down at his hard length, thick and swollen with want and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache seeing him erect and ready caused in her. 

She wanted to touch him, taste him, make him feel good. 

But all of Johanna's instruction went out the window the longer she stared at his erection. She forgot how to even start. 

How was she going to get it all in her mouth? And what happened if he thrusted too hard and made her gag? Would she throw up? Something gross like that could traumatize both of them. What if he wanted her to swallow? She didn't think she was ready to do that!

"Uh, Katniss? Where did you just go right now?" Peeta's voice broke her out of her internal spiral.

She looked back up at him, wide eyed and blushing in embarrassment. She hadn't even begun and she had already messed up.

"I'm right here." Was the only thing Katniss could think to say.

Peeta gave her an incredulous look.

"You know you don't have to do this. I don't expect you to go down on me just because I like to go down on you." Peeta told her in a serious voice.

Katniss cringed at the conclusion he had drawn. She obviously had been putting out some kind of signal that had been interpreted as reluctance. She felt terrible.

"That's not it! I really, really want to do this! Not just for you, but for me too!" She cried in frustration.

Peeta eased her off his lower half and sat up then.

"Okay, then talk to me. What's got you so..."

“I just…forgot how to start! I’ve been going over and over what Johanna said to do in my head all night long and I forgot the first part!” Katniss finally admitted, unable to look up from the bedspread to meet Peeta’s gaze. 

“You asked Johanna? For advice about…us?” Peeta’s amused reply ignited fury in her. 

“Because I don’t know how to do any of this…complicated sex stuff!” Katniss spat, and crossed her arms over her breasts. Peeta followed the motions of her arms and his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked momentarily put out by her covering her chest up, but he quickly returned his eyes to her face. 

“Complicated? What’s complicated about it? It's just you and me. It doesn’t matter what we do Katniss, as long as it's just us and it's because it's what we want.” 

“Yeah, you say that but what if I take too much of you in my mouth too quickly and I gag? Or throw up? What if I can’t find a good rhythm or I accidentally scrape you with my teeth?! Johanna said guys hate that!” Katniss argued. 

Peeta got that amused look back on his face. 

“Katniss, if any of those things happen, we’ll deal with them.” 

“But what if I’m not any good or-” Katniss continued pouring out her doubts.

“Katniss.” Peeta said more firmly, as he placed his hand on her forearm. 

“I won’t ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Nothing in our relationship is ever going to be forced or coerced for either of us again. Now, if this is something you actually want to do, we’ll take it one step at a time. You don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. It’s just me and you, and ours is the only opinion that matters.” 

Peeta’s words got through to her, as they always did and suddenly her swirling and confusing thoughts settled and her mind became clear and steady once more. 

“Lay back.” She asked him with a small smile, her confidence returning. 

Peeta looked momentarily surprised. 

“Please,” Katniss added and that seemed to move him. He reclined gently against the pillows and watched as Katniss sat between his thighs. 

She began to kiss the tops of them, her lips tickled by his coarse but nearly invisible leg hair. She reached up to massage his balls gently as she kissed her way up his legs, something she knew he liked from her previous experience exploring his body when she only used her hands. 

When her mouth reached the crease between his hip and groin the earthy, spicy scent of him grew stronger and she flicked out her tongue tentatively to taste him. 

His breath hitched at the tiny wet sensation, so near to where his erection was coming back to life. The closer she got to his cock, the harder he got. Katniss could practically feel the anticipation rolling off him in waves. He was probably imagining what her mouth would feel like on him. She was just as eager to experience it as well. 

She had been wanting to do this for him for a while. 

So when she kissed the last bit of space before she reached the base of him, she pulled back and looked in his eyes, to tell him just that. 

“Peeta, just so you know, I want this. I want to do this for you, and with you. You make me feel so good all the time. So happy, and safe. I just want to give this to you right now, because I want you to feel just a little bit of how happy and alive you make me feel everyday.” Katniss told him, and she only waited a second to register the look of utter adoration he gave her in return before she descended on him, laving her tongue along his length from root to tip. He tasted interesting. The fluid that leaked from his tip was slightly salty, but his skin smelled like his shower soap and that indefinable Peeta-ness that she associated with him alone. He was hot, and hard in her mouth, but his skin was so smooth and silky. She could feel his texture even better on her tongue than when he was in her hand. 

“Oh, fuck.” She heard him say in a shocked but pleasure filled voice when she flicked her tongue out to circle and dance around his head, so she did it again. Then she started exploring.

She licked him, without self consciousness, teasing around the crown of his head, along the path of his veins, in the crevice between his foreskin and his shaft, everywhere. 

Soon he was swearing to a long forgotten creator, and whoever was listening. Then she wrapped her lips around his tip, sealing him in the wet cavern of her mouth and he let out a groan so tortured and full of pleasure that Katniss felt wetness seep out of her body and soak her underwear. 

She hadn’t anticipated how arousing it would be to be the one giving the pleasure in this way. She did what felt natural, and added her hand to cover the rest of his thick shaft that didn’t fit in her mouth, and when she got a good rhythm down she began to add suction. 

“Oh! Fuck! Please suck it like that, please!” He begged in a ragged voice and Katniss obliged him readily. 

“Baby, you’re so good at that,” Peeta panted as he reached out to run his fingers in her hair. “I don’t know why you were so--Ah!--so nervous!” Peeta praised her and Katniss looked up at him through her lashes without stopping her ministrations. 

“Oh my fucking—Just look at you! Fucking beautiful! Sucking my cock so damn-ah-so-so-good!” Katniss felt her breathing pick up at Peeta’s words. 

So that was dirty talk? She felt her cheeks heating even more and her clit literally throbbing with need. She had to break off from sucking for a second to get her breath back, so she used her hand to keep pumping him. She squirmed on the bed restlessly before moving to straddle one of Peeta’s legs, then she resumed sucking him as she rubbed her soaked panties along Peeta’s thickly muscled leg. 

“Is this making you wet? Oh, god, Katniss…I’m gonna eat you out so good after this. I’m gonna fucking live between your thighs until morning. You just wait.” Peeta promised and it only made her redouble her efforts. 

She alternated between longer periods of sucking and quick pauses to lick around the head of his cock, never stopping the movements of her hand. 

Then she felt it. The change in Peeta’s breathing. The subtle angling of his hips. The more primal sounding edge to his moans. 

“Katniss, I’m gonna come, move baby,” Peeta said in a thick voice. 

Katniss suddenly, stubbornly, resolved to see things through. 

She knew what a little bit of him tasted like. Johanna had described the clear fluid that had leaked from his tip as precome. That hadn’t been so bad. So, Katniss thought she’d probably be ok letting him finish in her mouth. 

“Katniss,” Peeta warned, as he pushed back on her shoulder, trying to dislodge her. 

But she resolutely remained, bobbing her head and moving her tongue along the underside of his cock as she sucked. 

She wished she could have watched him as he got closer, but she got caught up in the moment and forgot to open her eyes, navigating mostly by the feel of his body’s responses and the sounds he made.

“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—Ohhh…..yeah, god, baby, take it. Take it all…..” Peeta moaned the words brokenly as he gently palmed the back of her head and thrust in just a little at the end. His cock pulsed inside her mouth and she actually felt each twitch on her tongue. Her mouth filled with each spurt of his cock, and it happened so fast that she could barely angle her mouth in time so that it pooled on top of her tongue instead of shooting down her throat. 

That was when Katniss realized that semen actually tasted different than precome. A little saltier, definitely thicker, and also slightly metallic? 

She had never tasted anything like it and it wasn’t actually something she was expecting, so while Peeta collapsed boneless and sated into the mattress, groaning, she gingerly got up and slipped into the bathroom to spit the stuff out into a towel, which she then promptly tossed in the dirty towel hamper. 

She looked at herself in the mirror after wiping her mouth. 

She looked flushed and bright eyed and slightly dreamy. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn she had been the one to just orgasm. 

At the thought of orgasm, Katniss felt a small proud smile creep onto her face. It widened into a full blown grin when she remembered just how enthusiastic Peeta had been and how much he seemed to like everything she did. 

Johanna’s going to be so surprised I went through with it. Katniss thought to herself smugly. 

She had actually really enjoyed herself, and she knew that the days of only giving Peeta handjobs were at an end. 

“What’s taking so long in there? The night’s not over yet, Sweetheart. And I’m nowhere near done with you.” Peeta’s voice interrupted her thoughts loudly. 

Katniss smiled again, as she made her way back to the bathroom doorway. She leaned against the frame and tossed Peeta a cocky grin before replying. 

“Right back at ya, Loverboy. I hope you’ve recovered there, because that was fun. And I might just want to get in a little more practice before I hand over the reins.” 

[sageeenyx]

Mindset shift

~ Self worth ~

Hey kochani! i wanted to pop on here and post a snippet of my rant that i wrote a little while ago because some of you need to hear this:

• i’m trying to figure out why you haven’t realized your worth yet? okay? Why you are constantly underselling yourself to everyone and everything. So recently i met up with this lovely woman shes wonderful shes a little older than me and shes such an amazing artist. so she basically made this painting, and this painting. the painting that she makes is so detailed its crazy. she works on these paintings for months on end!! i went to visit her last week and i was like omg i love the paining the one in the middle there that you made, how much are you selling it for ??? and she goes “thats £1000” i looked at her and went “how long did you work on that painting for?” and she told me i worked on it for 9 months. NINE MONTHS? so you’re telling me thats 9 months of your life and you’re selling it for 1000£? when its literally worth 10,000 at a minimum for this standard of work?? i looked at her and i went “listen, you are underselling yourself” i go to art galleries i’m very involved in art and some of the art ive seen i just ??? i know that art is supposed to make you feel something, yes it makes me feel angry. like that audacity that some of the paintings i’ve seen have, because they’re so bad but they’re charging such a high fee? and every time I walk around there, I’m thinking “ my friend should be here. like she should literally sell one of her paintings for so much!!”

and so i asked her i went “why do you undersell yourself?” and she tells me me because where we are people cant afford to pay more. she tells me she would love to sell it for more but they cant afford it. my jaw has never dropped faster

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so many people around me undersell themselves and in this rant i felt so much hurt and anger that this woman was underselling herself so badly.

i had a moment of realization today at work and feel as though my whole mindset has shifted. this lead to a hard conversation with D and we discussed how he feels that he helped me get better but now that i am less reliant on him he is no longer what i need, and he worries that i will move on and leave because ill realize i need something else.

i see this as a good thing. this is progress. not everyone is meant to be with you at the higher levels of your life. some people will drag you down and you need to either tell them to pull themselves up or cut them off. its okay to move on.

[greg-montgomery]

Hi Fay! as promised I'm gonna recreate the ask i swear on thor odinson i sent to you but oh well here we go!

You said you were so sad greg wasn't with you 24/7 in your life so allow me to shed some light on a gaggle of reasons why he's a pain!

firstly, he spills. This man is infuckingcapable of pouring liquids or moving them from point a to point b without making a whole mess. So every morning if you wake up after him, there's water slopped all down the front of the fridge, a puddle beneath it. Your poor keurig is going to shock somebody because it's sitting in a puddle of coffee. NOT TO MENTION the state of this man's clothes. You make him tuck his napkin into his collar like his life depends on it because you cannot take one more red wine stain on his nice shirts. You've joked with him for years now about getting him an adult BIB because he really is that bad. Every surface in your kitchen is always wet from where he's either left a spill behind OR he's mopped it up by spreading it all over the bench.

secondly, greg is a whistler. Your mum always told you only happy people know how to whistle, so when you met Greg and he could blissfully create the tune of 'livin la vida loca', you thought you'd found the happiest man alive. Of course, after years of listening to him whistle ALL THE TIME, it's lost a little of it's charm. You now end up trying to tune out the high frequencies when you have work to do, but you can't bring yourself to yell at him for being happy. so, you deal with it.

the same CANNOT be said for when you two are sleeping, and greg doesn't snore, his nose whistles in his sleep. it's far less mood-lifting and in-tune than his usual song, and man does it drive you batshit crazy. EVERY time you're drifting off to sleep in his arms, wondering how you got so lucky, there's suddenly the sound of either a very large mosquito or a very small steam train in your ears. It's shrill and it keeps you up all night. You've tried the nasal strips to no avail. You end up buying a white noise machine to blast at its highest volume and hoping that'll cover his high pitched breathing.

Greg looks at you. A lot. It's a beautiful lovesick puppy look in his big doey eyes, but over time it's become a dangerous habit. He doesn't notice literally anything else around the two of you. He's TERRIBLE at judging when to cross the street, much too enthralled by talking to you and holding you close and you always end up yanking him back by his sleeve as a car whizzes by you two. "Greg did you see that new restaurant that opened up just around the corner?" No. Of course he didn't. He never ever does. He's not capable of noticing things that aren't directly between his eyes and your face. You want to gossip with him about how your friend was pulling away from her boyfriend when you guys went out dancing last night? he doesn't know what you're talking about. He was busy admiring your outfit and the way the cheesy disco-ball made your eyes sparkle.

Speaking of gossip, he never gets you any. He is too dedicated and frankly too self-satisfied and disinterested to go digging around for any interesting tea around his office. He never hears about the drama, unless it's because he was asking somebody how they've been. It has to present itself directly to him for him to take any notice of the juiciest details.

Greg is practically allergic to spice. You put pepper in his food and he'll turn to you with a light sheen of sweat and lie to you through gritted teeth about how delicious it is. His tongue is numb. He's almost crying but he'll still tell you he loves the food. You have to cook everything so bland for your sweet darling boy to handle it.

Also, he eats EVERYTHING. There's no such thing as leftovers in your house and there probably never will be again. You swear his mother was right about him having hollow legs. He can eat enough for a family of five and still go searching for dessert. Don't even think about meal prepping your lunches for the week and leaving them in the fridge. They're gone. Every time you turn around he's got an emptied vessel of food in hand. And once he's burned through all the real food in the house, he's eating boxes of dry cereal, old dates, raw carrots from the crisper, anything he can get his hands on. On the bright side, you never have to leave food behind at a restaurant. Your boyfriend can ALWAYS finish it with a smile on his face (unless of course it's even remotely spicy).

I tried making these all obviously forgivable traits, because I don't want any of us to really hate greg. But these are some pretty good reasons to miss him a whole lot less.

mission failed i now miss him even more ‼️‼️

plsssss rome this made me fall for him even harder 😭😭😭😭 i love his annoying habits i want him to annoy me :(((

omg especially the one where he only notices you and nothing else :(( that’s so romantic 🥺🥺🥺

and the gossiping LMFAOOOOO he drops a bomb of a gossip from work and then you’re like “AND????????” and he’s like “oh…i didn’t ask idk” and you’re like 😐

baby not being able to handle spicy food he’s so cute stop it rn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ugh but also eating everything all the time 🤭🤭🤭 the duality of greg

ahhhh i’m yearning SOOOOO BAD after this :(( i want a life with him :((((((( i want all these annoying habits of his to be part of my life and routine </3

rome thank you so much for sending this 🥺🥺🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 i needed some greg fluff 🥹