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boydepartment · 5 months

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valentine’s day with enhypen

a/n: yipppeeee this has been in my head for the past couple days :3 i am listening to true crime with my mom rn. i also! have been writing that valentine’s day heeseung fic :3

warnings: none- fluff!

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MASTERLIST

🎀jungwon🎀

- jungwon was a little awkward for the thought of valentine’s day. he flirted with engenes a lot, probably too much! however… this was real

- he had to NEEDED to impress you. so the plan was set in stone, jungwon decided to pack a picnic for you both.

- you might be thinking, it’s february- it’s too cold! jungwon thought about this, and so he was prepared.

- he ended up renting a room in a super high building and set up your “picnic”

- you both had dinner by candle light while looking at the skyline, it was super romantic and jungwon definitely impressed you

💋heeseung💋

- if you thought jungwon was nervous, heeseung was shitting his pants. i’ve always said this, heeseung is not how he is on stage- off stage. heeseung is such a loser (lovingly.)

- however… you are also a loser! (lovingly)

- heeseung decided to set up a game night with board games and video games. he bought alcohol, and a ton of fun snacks.

- you guys ended up cuddling and playing games all night, he held you in his arms and would constantly kiss your the back of your head or neck to distract you.

- you would end up roughhousing after accusing him of distracting you so he could win. all lovingly though.

🌸jay🌸

- THIS MF WAS PREPARED. he has been waiting his whole life for this. he cooked everything himself, he bought the nicest alcohol he could, and he kicked everyone out of the dorm.

- you were excited too, you brought matching pajamas and he ate those up. jay was so excited to share the day of love with you. he was giggling when you weren’t looking.

- every gift he got you was expensive and thoughtful because he listens so well to you. your voice is jay’s favorite sound.

- prepared to get spoiled even when you guys are cuddling watching a movie.

🌹jake🌹

- jake has never had a serious relationship nor was he prepared at all for valentine’s day. however he is a fantastic person when it comes to going with the flow

- valentine’s day is next week? oh no problem, he can get reservations for that restaurant you’ve been wanting to try.

- and he does! he is so lucky!!! now it was time for him to plan, his gifts are half homemade and an activity for you both to do after your walk home.

- he’s really romantic and has a hand on you the whole night, it makes him appreciate the holiday more. so the next year you are going to be MEGA spoiled. especially because you got him a collared shirt with your lipstick stain on it. that made him insane.

🩷sunghoon🩷

- “oh…”

- that’s immediately what sunghoon said when he realized he actually has a valentine this year. HE HAD NEVER HAD A TRUE VALENTINE. immediately he starts researching.

- be prepared for the classic valentines. he makes cards for you out of paper, all handmade, and he slips jewelry you’ve wanted in each heart. then he puts all the hearts with jewelry in them in a new purse.

- he shows up to your house on valentine’s day with a smile on his face. you had completely forgotten about the holiday and it made him giggle. you promised to make it up to him and he just smiles with a simple “okay baby.”

- you’d never have to make it up to him, you dating him, and living him was enough.

💌sunoo💌

- “WHAT DO I GET MY GF?”

- sunoo was stumped, he spoiled you 24/7 what was he supposed to buy you? he could get you that new skincare… or a new purse…? maybe new shoes. UGH! this was frustrating him…

- then it clicked to him. a destination valentine’s day.

- that’s how you found you and your boyfriend in new zealand for valentine’s day. he saw it was beautiful and there were fun little things to do, sunoo was all for it and so were you.

- you both took so many photos and enjoyed spending time alone together.

- sunoo even thought maybe you’d spend next valentine’s day here….

🍓riki🍓

- he called his mom, begging her for help. she wasn’t a lot of help if he was being honest. but he refused to go to jake until the very last minute.

- jake was no help either! what was he supposed to do?!

- one day you walked in and confessed that he had to be prepared for his valentine’s day present because it was homemade and you were a little insecure over it. he felt his heart melt.

- he knew exactly what he had to do. he went to different jewelers and different shops to make you your own handmade bracelet. he made sure that it wasn’t too heavy so you wouldn’t have to take it off. he made sure that all the materials wouldn’t wear over time. he worked his ass off.

- when you guys exchanged gifts he was giggling, you had made him a bracelet too. he felt so connected with you. it was his first true valentine’s day and he loved it.

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matttgirlies · 1 month

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

heavy warnings - SA!!, vague mention of drug use - if any of these topics make you uncomfortable the scene involving SA will be outlined and please don’t feel the need to read it, please take care of yourself🩷

y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused

Chapter 3

Time had become my enemy. Matt was due to return to the States on March 1, 1960. I had only a few months left to spend as much time with him as I could.

Every minute I wasn’t with him, I thought of him. My life was now dominated by him and yet there were times when I would be disappointed by him. One evening he told me he would call and didn’t. When I finally heard from him the next day, he said, “Hi, Baby. Do you think you can come over tonight?”

“What happened last night? You were supposed to call.”

“I was? Oh shit.” He had been concentrating on his karate lesson and had forgotten.

I had to learn not to take his words to heart. It was disappointing, but it was just his way.

Matt’s calls usually came after seven to let me know that I’d be picked up around eight. I had to dress quickly, trying to find some way to appear older than my age. His father was concerned about Matt being with a minor. My clothes were all young and unsophisticated skirts and sweaters. At times I’d borrow my mother’s clothes and hope everyone would assume that I was at least sixteen.

As I got to know Matt, I learned that when he wasn’t at the base, he stayed at home all of the time. He had little choice. The moment he stepped out of the door there was a giant mob scene around him. Even going to see a local movie required elaborate planning. Someone would drive Matt’s car in front of the house. He would then run out, hurdle the fence, and duck into the car before any of his fans could start begging him for autographs. There were always crowds after him, calling, standing outside the house, literally charging at him when he entered any public place. Many evenings when Matt had early morning calls it was either David Jones, a friend who Matt had brought over from the States, or James Sturniolo who drove me to and from 18 Hauptstrasse.

One particular evening when neither David nor James was able to drive me home, Matt had a “friend” who was called Pete take me.

THIS SCENE INCLUDES SA!!

if this topic makes you uncomfortable please skip.

Pete was driving me from Matt’s home back to Wiesbaden. I was tired and dozing off. All of a sudden, I felt the road get bumpy. I opened my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’ll find out,” he said, turning his head away.

We had driven off the highway onto a dirt road. I could see the lights of one distant house, and the rest was all blackness. I began to get frightened. “What’s going on?” I inquired, confused. By then Pete had stopped the car and shut off the ignition.

I repeated my question, but Pete didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and grabbed me, trying to kiss me. I pushed him away, struggling. He threw me down on the seat.

Panicked, I begged, “Don’t! Leave me alone!” I started fighting. I kicked one door open and opened the driver’s door with my hand while simultaneously banging the horn, hitting the lights, and scratching at his face. Out of frustration and fear of being caught, he finally gave up.

The rest of the way home, he never said a word. I just sat there sobbing, disbelieving, praying that I would get home safely.

END OF SCENE

Three days passed from that night before I heard from Matt. My parents knew something was wrong; however, I couldn’t tell them Pete tried to attack me because I would never be allowed to ride with him again. If I didn’t, how would I get to and from Matt’s if David and James weren’t available? My imagination ran wild. I was afraid to tell Matt because I thought Pete was his friend. I began to think that perhaps Matt knew what Pete had attempted. Maybe I was just a plaything to Matt, someone to pass around to Pete, or anyone else who wanted me. I was tortured by my thoughts.

Finally, Pete called and said Matt wanted to see me. I had no choice but to go with him.

During the drive to Bad Nauheim, Pete made no mention of what had transpired between us, and neither did I. I said nothing. I was very apprehensive being with him. I didn’t know, when he removed his hand from the steering wheel, if he was going to try to touch me, or just what was on his mind. I had no choice but to tell Matt.

That evening, when we were alone in his room, Matt asked me if anything was wrong.

My voice was trembling. I could hardly get the words out.

When I finally did tell him, Matt went crazy. “I’m going to kill him,” he shouted. He paced the floor, cursing Pete. I was his little girl, Matt said, and he had never gone all the way with me. Now this other guy, this so-called friend of his, had tried to rape me. I listened as he shouted, secretly relieved at his response. How could I ever have doubted Matt?

Matt was so angry, it took me the whole evening to calm him down. I finally convinced him that we had to keep Pete’s attack secret from my parents, or I’d never be allowed to come back. Matt held me tightly, as if trying to take the painful memory away. He felt guilty for having put me in such a dangerous position.

From that time on, Pete was fully excluded from Matt’s life. I don’t think Matt ever told him why, but Pete must have known. He rarely came around after that.

I began to realize that Matt expected total loyalty from his friends. If he was betrayed, he would just cut that person out of his life.

James was now sporting a neatly trimmed mustache that, according to Matt, Angela Stanley had encouraged him to grow. Mine and James’s conversations in the car were somewhat boring, and I always sensed he’d just as soon be doing something else, like spending the time with Angela, who sometimes accompanied him.

These days when I arrived at 18 Hauptstrasse I’d often find Matt upstairs studying the ancient art of karate with his instructor or downstairs in the living room proudly demonstrating new moves to his entourage, who stood about interested at his mastery of this newly popularized art form.

Matt also spent hours with a half-mad German masseur who had him convinced he could rejuvenate facial skin with his secret treatments, Matt having always been self conscious about some large pores on his face started to see him. Nate Doe ribbed Matt, saying, “What the hell’s he doing that’s so special? You look the same to me.” Defensively, Matt shot back, “Well damn! He says it’ll take some time before you see the results.” James interjected: “Time? Yeah, probably enough time to bankrupt us all by what he’s charging. I wouldn’t trust him farther than I could throw him.”

Always a center of activity at the house was Matt’s grandmother, who he nicknamed Dodger. Matt had come up with the name when he was a small boy of five and, during a temper tantrum, had thrown a baseball, missing her head by inches. Matt jokingly said, “She dodged out of the way so fast.” He started calling her Dodger from that moment.

Grandma took care of the household, did the cooking, kept everyone and everything under control. She had the air of a person with a firm purpose in life, which, in Matt’s case, was to make sure he was very well cared for. When I sought quiet while Matt practiced karate, Dodger’s room was a place to escape to. We’d sit for hours and she would tell me about the old days, about Mary Lou and her boundless love for Matt, about the grim struggle the Sturniolos had waged for survival. She had been with James and Mary Lou from the time of Matt’s birth, helping out when Mary Lou took jobs to contribute to the family’s support. A strong woman, Grandma had prevailed when her husband had walked out on her, leaving her with five children. She wanted you to believe she held a grudge against J. D. Sturniolo, but Dodger was a forgiving heart and I believe she still cared for him.

She helped raise Matt as if he were her own son, somewhat spoiling him as grandmothers do. She always rushed to his defence when she felt Mary Lou was too stern. Dodger said to me, “Mary Lou always called me Mrs. Sturniolo from the time I first met her until she breathed her last breath. One day Matt came running in and said, ‘Hi, Minnie!’ I felt so sorry for that young’un. Mary Lou rose up, took her hand to that boy, and said, ‘Don’t you ever call her by her first name. That’s disrespectful. She’s your grandma.’ He cried for an hour. I went in and said, ‘Son, it’ll be all right. She was just doing what she thought was right. Now you go in and apologize to her.’ Poor little boy looked at me with those blue eyes. So pitiful. Oh, she could be hard on him. He was a good boy, though. Never really got into any trouble, always came right home from school and did his chores. Yes, and Mary Lou would watch over him like a hawk, so scared he’d be hurt. He wanted so bad to play football at school.”

Grandma rocked back and forth in her chair, seeing something in the past that made her start picking at the bobby pins in her hair. She reached for her little box of snuff, took a dip, situated it just right, and then continued to reminisce. “Yes, he loved sports.”

“Then why didn’t he go out for any, Grandma?”

“Oh no. Mary Lou wouldn’t have that. She’d tell me, ‘Oh, Mrs. Sturniolo, I couldn’t stand it if Matt got hurt. It would kill me. I’ve watched how they play out there in those fields. They get real rough. I think they enjoy hurtin’ each other. Matt isn’t like that. He’d get out there and he’d be like a wounded bird in a pack of wild dogs. Not my young’un.’” Mary Lou’s constant effort to protect Matt, I learned, was the result of her anguish over the death of Matt’s twin brother Joseph Aaron Sturniolo.

I came to love Dodger and what she represented, compassion and total devotion to her family.

My biggest problem in those days was that Matt and I never seemed to have enough time alone. People were always dropping by, standing around the living room talking and laughing, until Matt came down from his room. As soon as he appeared, the room would become silent until he revealed his mood. No one, including myself, dared joke around unless he laughed and then we all laughed.

Because I had to share the little time I had with Matt with so many others, I began to feel jealous and possessive. It was only late in the evening, when we were in his bedroom, that I was truly happy.

We had a nightly ritual. At about ten or eleven, Matt would glance at me and look toward the stairs. Then, naively assuming that nobody knew where I was headed, I’d casually proceed to his bedroom, where I’d lie on his bed, impatiently waiting for him to appear. When he joined me, he’d lie as close to me as he could. “I love you,” I whispered. “Shhh,” he said as he put his fingers to my lips. “I don’t really understand what it is I’m feeling. I’ve grown to love you, y/nn. Dad keeps reminding me of your age and that it can’t be possible . . . When I go home . . . Only time will tell.”

Each night that I was with him he entrusted a little more of himself—his doubts, his secrets, and his frustrations. It was a lot to expect an impressionable fourteen year old to understand, but I tried. I felt his pain over his mother’s death. I ached over his desire to become a great actor like his idols Marlon Brando, James Dean, Karl Malden, and Rod Steiger. I was concerned about his fears that he might not regain the popularity he felt he’d lost by serving in the Army. And I reveled in his laughter when he asked, “What if one day I end up back driving a Crown Electric truck? Wouldn’t that be something?”

I was there for him, to listen, to hold his hand, or to make a funny face that would turn his frown into a smile.

Sometimes Matt would enter his bedroom in high spirits. I longed for those nights when he’d shut off the lights and lie close beside me.

“Sweetness,” he would say, putting his arms around me. “You’re so pretty, Honey.” And then we’d kiss long, deep, passionate kisses, and his caresses would leave me weak with desire.

Nights when his mood was calm and peaceful, he would describe his ideal woman and tell me how perfectly I fit this image.

He liked soft-spoken y/hc with y/ec eyes. He wanted to mold me to his opinions and preferences. Despite his reputation for being a rebel, he held the traditional view of relationships. A woman had her place, and it was the man who took the initiative.

Loyalty was very important to him, especially on the woman’s part. He constantly reminded me that his girl had to be completely constant. He admitted that he was concerned about Nicole. She was a Boston beauty queen and television personality. Matt said that lately her letters had become very impersonal, and he suspected she had been with another man.

Despite his moralizing, I feared Matt wasn’t always faithful to me. His bantering with some of the other girls at his house made me think that he might be intimately familiar with them.

One evening he was playing the piano for the regular group, plus a couple of English girls. When he picked up his guitar, he looked around, but couldn’t seem to find his pick.

“Anybody seen my guitar pick?” he asked.

One of the English girls looked up and smiled. “It’s upstairs on the night table next to your bed. I’ll get it.”

All eyes, including mine, zeroed in on her as she made her way up the stairs, aware that she was now the center of attention.

Furious at his obvious betrayal, I turned to him, but he was avoiding my gaze by looking down at his guitar, plucking it as if it needed tuning. Then he burst into “Lawdy, Miss Clawdy.”

Without a pick, his fingers must have hurt badly, but no matter what, he wasn’t about to put that guitar down. He knew he was in trouble.

After he’d finished a medley of songs, Matt excused himself and retreated into the kitchen, with me right behind him.

“Have you been with her?” I demanded.

“No,” Matt insisted.

“Then how did she know where your guitar pick and room were?”

“She was over one night, and I mentioned how dirty the place was,” he answered, a boyish grin on his face. “She offered to clean it, simple as that.”

Despite his declaration of innocence, I was not reassured. He was the sexual idol of millions and could choose whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. I quickly learned, for my own survival, not to ask too many questions.

As the weeks passed, school became an unbearable chore. After getting to bed so late, I found it difficult to rise at seven and almost impossible to concentrate. But I knew that if I ever complained about being too tired, or was late for school, my parents would use the fact to put a stop to my seeing Matt.

My study habits became worse. I was failing algebra and German, and barely passing history and English. At the end of the fall semester, I altered the D-minus grade on my report card to a B-plus, praying my father would never consult the teacher. I kept telling myself that I would do better, that I’d catch up, but my concentration was totally on Matt.

One night when I went to see him, I fell asleep while waiting for him to finish his karate class. When he came downstairs and saw how exhausted I was, he asked, “y/n, how many hours of sleep are you getting?”

After a second, I said, “About four or five hours a night. But I��ll be fine,” I added quickly. “I’m just a little extra tired tonight because we had some tests at school today.”

Matt looked thoughtful, and then said, “Come upstairs a minute. I have something for you.” He led me up to his room, where he placed a handful of small white pills in the palm of my hand. “I want you to take these; they’ll help you stay awake during the day. Just take one when you feel a little drowsy, no more than one, though, or you’ll be doing handstands down the hallway.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“You don’t need to know what they are; they give them to us when we go on maneuvers. If I didn’t have them, I’d never make it through the day myself. But it’s okay, they’re safe,” he told me. “Put them away and don’t tell anyone you have them, and don’t take them every day. Just when you need a little more energy.”

Matt honestly thought he was doing me a favor by giving me the pills, and I’m sure the thought never entered his mind that they could be harmful to him or me.

I didn’t take the pills. I put them in a small box with various items I had started to collect, such as cigar holders and little personal notes he had given me, and hid the box in a drawer.

Later I learned that the pills were Dexedrine, which Matt had first discovered in the Army. A sergeant had given several men pills to help them stay awake while on guard duty. Matt, who was accustomed to living the life of an entertainer and who despised rising at dawn, began taking the pills to get him through the long dreary hours of Army life. He told me he’d begun taking sleeping pills shortly before he’d been drafted. He dreaded insomnia and feared sleepwalking, which had plagued him periodically since childhood.

In fact, as a boy, he’d once sleepwalked straight out of his apartment, dressed only in his underwear. A neighbor woke him, and, embarrassed, he ran back into the house. Another time, he nearly fell out of a window. Consequently, to avoid accidents, he slept with his parents until he was grown, and he feared his sleepwalking habit for the rest of his life. It was one of the reasons he usually had someone sleeping with him.

Years later, I learned that someone had been employed in Germany to watch over him throughout the night.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - i know this was a deeper chapter so for anyone who skipped it i promise its not very important to the story however Priscilla included this in her book so i thought i should share that too. 🎀

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ladey · 4 months

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When I Brush Your Hair | Chapter 2

Jinx x Fem!Reader 🌙🦋🎀

Word count: 4.3k

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"How many do you got now?" Dorothy asks humorously, chin resting on her hand with a wine glass placed in front of her. Y/n juts her tongue out against the inside of her cheek and looks off into space. Dorothy chuckles.

"As long as you let me borrow them, girl." Her raspy laugh travels through the room as Y/n smiles at her.

"Sure, Dora." She sighs and looks down at the pallet in front of her. The design is evidently high-end; royal blue crystalline surface with gold design cutouts along the sides of it. Her fingers trace the smooth edge as her mind wanders again. She feels kinda bad; usually she's so much more lively and engaged when visiting her aunt. She hopes she isn't being too boring or depressing. She's aware of the kind of job she has too. So she likes to think she can be a sort of relief and sense of home for her. However her aunt's voice halts her running thoughts with an unexpected question.

"So that white haired boy, ey? You two a little duo?" Her voice is teasing, but Y/n can detect a sense of actual curiosity.

Oh...!

Y/n jumps back in her chair with a look on her face that resembles revolt.

"Ew, no! Gross. Just the thought makes me wanna vomit!" She gags as Dorothy laughs at her, shifting in her seat to pull out a long skinny cigar from her pocket.

"Coulda thought you had a little crush on him. You're with him all the time with that other girl— what's her name again?" Dorothy asks while she lights up her cigar. Y/n doesn't immediately answer at first. Her mind wanders and she feels a funny feeling in her stomach.

"N-no. And it's Powder." She answers vexed. She narrows her eyes, feeling almost offended that she'd forget her best friend. She wasn't sure why though.

"Oh my apologies." Dorothy chuckles with a trail of smoke leaving her lips, feigning defense.

"Whatever." Y/n gets up from her seat and walks around while her eyes flit around for the smelly sticks her aunt keeps in a jar.

"Where are the smelly stick thingy's?"

"The incense is in my room on the night stand." When Y/n comes back with the jar in her hands, she's smiling mischievously.

"You got the lavender ones."

"Yup, you can take em' out of your bag now."

About a month has passed since then. Not much has changed. The weather is slowly getting warmer, which Y/n is exuberant about.

Except now it's a late Saturday night. The Last Drop is filled to the brim with visitors seated at the tables holding vast amounts of different concoctions of alcoholic drinks.

Alcohol.

That's what Y/n, Power & Ekko are trying to steal at the moment.

Not too long ago, the three were sitting outside on a couple of discarded barrels and crates left at the side of the building. They were getting bored of playing the same card games over and over again, when Ekko brought up the epic idea of sneaking into the bar to steal a bottle of alcohol. Powder was reluctant at first, and Y/n was having an internal battle with herself about trying to be more "grown-up and live a little."

But in the end, the two girls gave in. Because why not? You only live this life once. Plus they're bored, this could be fun; sneaking around. Growing up Y/n always really enjoyed exploring the smaller hidden areas of the Undercity, crawling through secret doors and windows into other buildings to find out where it would take her. Her excitement would soar whenever Ekko told her about a new area he found while out doing whatever he did.

Now the three of them look through the glass door, peering at the people surrounding the bar, and at Vander who's currently leaning on the bar chatting with folks.

"Okay, we need some sort of distraction." Ekko whispers.

"Can't we just ask Mylo to get something for us? I think he'd be willing-"

"Are you stupid?" Ekko cuts Y/n off before she can finish. She crosses her arms with a pout.

"It was just a suggestion..." Y/n mumbles. Ekko sighs.

"We don't wanna risk anything."

"He'd probably end up keeping it for himself, anyway." Powder scoffs rolling her eyes. Ekko agrees.

"Yeah. We need someone to distract Vander while another sneaks behind the counter and gets the goods." He peers into the bar then looks back at the two girls.

"I'll distract. As for the sneaking... The smallest needs to do it." There's silence when Powder and Ekko stare at Y/n. She looks at both of them bewildered.

"Oh, c'mon!?" She exclaims as she throws her arms in the air. Powder giggles at her and Ekko gives her an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Sorry shortstack." Y/n just sighs defeated.

"When I give you the thumbs up that's your signal. Be quick and don't get caught." He then opens the door and shoves them inside.

"As for Powder, you can come with me. I have an idea on how we can cause a little mayhem..." His face and tone scream mischief as he rubs his hands together.

"O-okay." The two head off in the opposite direction and Y/n veers over to the left side of the room.

She wonders what Ekko could have planned. It's sometimes a mystery with him. Although he always keeps her informed, the ideas he comes up with can sometimes get risky and chaotic in some way. Not to mention they've gotten caught a handful of times over the years. He's agile but clumsy.

Y/n slowly makes her way over to the far end of the bar, being mindful to stay hidden behind crowds. A part of her is scolding her about looking too suspicious while another is yelling at her to just keep going and ignore her nerves. In the meantime she stays standing beside a pillar a few feet away from the bar, where Vander continues to chat and pour people drinks. She tries to look at the bottles stored behind the counter, eyes flitting over the array of alcohol, when she hears a loud laugh on her right. Her head automatically whips around at the noise and her eyes land on some middle aged man sitting at a table smiling patronizingly at her as he lifts a drink up to his lips.

She hopes to whatever's out there that he doesn't ruin their plan.

Only a minute or two passes when she spots Ekko and Power walking between a couple of small crowds. Their eyes are searching around the room when they finally land on Y/n. Who is smiling at them, but it looks more like a grimace. They stop some 12 feet away from the bar, then Ekko gives her a nod and turns around to face Powder, who stands timidly behind him with fidgety hands. That's when Y/n takes notice of the bag around her shoulder.

She watches their mouths move and Powder reach into her side bag who pulls out one of her bombs... Is this going where she thinks it's going? Powder hands it to Ekko then takes out a second one. They briefly look around scanning the room, and it's all Y/n sees before a group suddenly blocks them out of view. She curses under her breath and leans over to try and see past anyone. But it's no use.

She feels her heart begin to drop. What if she misses the queue? She doesn't want to disappoint them by failing what should be a simple role she was given. Should she just try and go get a bottle now? But what if she does end up given the opportunity to see her queue but misses it, all because she went too early and ends up screwing up the whole plan by making Vander catch her?

There's suddenly a boom resounding within the whole bar. There are shouts and screams coming from everyone in the near vicinity. And those observing from a distance watch on in shock and confusion. The people previously blocking Y/n's view are scurried away by what looks like a second blow of some sort of pink goopy substance. In that moment she catches the back of Ekko's figure and Powder slowly backing away as she looks around at the crowds with an as equally apprehensive face. She stays trained on Ekko, determined not to mess up when he hides his hand behind his back with a thumbs up.

Y/n had been so focused on the others that she didn't notice Vander staring at the scene unfold with a nearly dumbstruck look on his face before stomping off in the direction of the chaos. She wastes no time and makes her move.

Weaving between a couple of people, she makes it through the opening to the bar, making sure to stay crouched. Wanting to make this fast, her eyes zoom across the agglomeration of liquids and bottles; some bubbling or having some sort of odd object submerged inside. She feels herself beginning to get overwhelmed by it all. She has no idea what to grab, some literally look deadly.

In the heat of the moment, her hand reaches out for a square shaped bottle filled with a purple liquid; which she thought had looked pretty. She stays crouched as she peeks around the corner of the counter. Vander is still dealing with crowd control, and there seems to be a great deal of people standing around watching to use as cover. The geezer from earlier had stood from his seat and was now watching with his jaw slack and his drink spilling onto his shoes which he seems to completely fail to notice.

Standing up, Y/n begins to run. Letting out panicked noises as she clutches the bottle in her hand with a death grip. Squeezing through more people, she meets her friends half way who are waiting near the wall covered by some other folks.

And with a giddy triumphant lift of her hand holding the bottle, the three run to the exit and down the street, letting out laughs and giggles that echo through the foggy night air.

The three kids end up finding an empty grotty alleyway with a big dumpster and crates. They heave as they finally sit down to rest. Powder slides down the wall into a ball across from the dumpster, where Ekko leans back and looks up at Y/n. He gestures to the alcohol in her hand with a nod.

"Shall we?" Y/n slowly walks over to him while glancing down at the liquid inside.

"There were so many back there. I didn't know what was what so I grabbed this because I thought it looked pretty. I hope it's up to your expectations..." She rambles timidly. She saunters over to the crate beside Powder and jumps up onto it, sitting on her hands. Ekko turns the concoction around in his hands as he inspects it. His eyebrows suddenly shoot up.

"Plum vodka.. I hear that stuff hits." Ekko says with an eager expression. He pops the cork off with his teeth, Y/n visibly cringing, and looks back up at the girls across from him.

"You still in?" Y/n purses her lips and looks down at Powder to her left; she looks up at her. Y/n shrugs with what she hopes looks like an encouraging smile. She sticks out her hand for Powder to take and the bluenette stands up. Ekko smiles wickedly and raises the bottle up in the air.

"Salud." The boy swings his head back and takes a big gulp. How he didn't spill it from his mouth was beyond Y/n. He immediately starts coughing as he pounds his fist against his chest, eyes watering as he tries to catch his breath. The two girls giggle as they watch their friend struggle.

"Holy shit-" He chokes out between coughs. He extends his arm out to Powder, almost desperate to get the thing away from him as soon as possible.

"Fair warning, it burns." He breathes out. Powder gently grabs it and looks into the funnel of the glass bottle, wearily examining the purple liquid before releasing a deep breath.

"You got this!" Y/n shouts softly, shaking a fist into the air. Powder smiles gratefully. Bringing the bottle up to her lips, she too takes a mouth full. She struggles to get it down at first, a bit dripping down her chin as her face screws up in disgust.

"Bleh! That's gross!" She covers her mouth and nearly bends over into a coughing fit. Y/n has to pat the poor girl's back. The bottle is shoved into her hand, the alcohol sloshing around and almost spilling into her lap. Ekko can be heard laughing, but it grows distant as Y/n stares at the bottle in her shaky hands.

She wants to do it. But she's scared of the outcome. Not that she's much of a pessimist; she loves doing sneaky things. But why does her anxiety have to be acting up now of all times? She's beginning to notice a pattern of fear and over-thinking as of recent; she wants to slap herself in the face over it. The other two did it! If they can why can't she!? Stick to your guns and just take a drink like it's juice.. Yeah! Pretend it's juice! She tips her head back and downs two gulps.

Even if it tastes like dog shit.

Y/n has to repress the urge to gag from the burning sensation travelling from her throat all the way down to her stomach. The others eye her with raised brows.

"Oh my god-" She says between coughs.

"Yeahh told ya." Ekko steps over and takes the drink back.

"Doesn't even taste like plums." Y/n says upset.

"Maybe we can try a different drink next time." Powder suggests, taking the other two by surprise. Ekko chuckles.

"Is the alcohol hitting you already?" The three laugh, and proceed to take turns having their share of the purple concoction.

It's been over an hour and all three of them are no doubt visibly intoxicated. Initially, the bottle had been filled nearly to the top. Now it sits discarded on the ground, a couple gulps away from being empty.

Powder is sitting against the large crate, and Y/n lays on her back on the ground. Both are laughing at Ekko who stands ahead of them, moving in odd and silly ways while making a hard attempt to resemble a scarf. They're now currently playing a game where they take turns guessing what they're pretending to be.

"A tissue."

"A unicorn!"

"A lion! RAAAA!" Y/n roars. Ekko huffs.

"You guys aren't even trying."

"Pfft I got no clue.. A kite?" Y/n guesses, a slur to her speech noticeable. Ekko sighs and stops what he's doing to stand awkwardly in the middle of the alleyway.

"C'mon you guys. I'm a scarf." He says, like it's the most obvious thing ever.

"How were we supposed to guess something like that?" Powder scoffs. Y/n slaps her hand against her forehead with a groan.

"It was kinda obvious."

"Scarfs are used in so many different ways. You could've demonstrated more. And much better than that." Y/n patronizes.

"Oh really? Like how?"

"Well-"

Before an argument can take over, a shadow coming from the entrance of the alleyway casts over them.

"Oi, what you lot think you're doin'?"

Sheer panic washes over all three of them.

Benzo stands with his arms crossed and a deathly glare shooting at them like lazers. The three kids make eye contact with each other, silently communicating.

"I heard about a couple of bombs going off in Vander's place. Think you have any idea what that could be about?" It's silent for a couple of seconds before Ekko hesitantly speaks up.

"Must've been a robber." Benzo loudly huffs.

"Off you go, boy. I should see you in your bed by the time I get home." Ekko wastes no time to speed off, stumbling into the wall as he passes Benzo. When he's out of sight he eyes the two girls with squinted eyes.

"Get on with it." He says simply. And the girls get up as quickly as their unsteady bodies allow them. Powder grabs the bottle that was beside her and hides it behind her back as she passes Benzo with a sickeningly sweet grin, trailing behind Y/n.

They survey their surroundings in fear that Benzo is still around before falling into a steady stroll down the empty side street. Neither have any idea what time it is, but both assume it must be early in the morning considering only the odd person is seen walking or standing outside smoking.

"That was so scary." Powder giggles, the bottle swinging with her arms. Y/n turns her head to look at her. Her figure is relaxed, much more carefree than the Powder she's familiar with. Although Y/n likes to think she has that effect on her whenever they're together no matter the situation.

"Yeahhh." Y/n says, elongating the last syllable and giggling too, stumbling over her feet a few times. Then Powder giggles again. And now both girls are having a small giggling fit and bumping into each other as they continue to bound down the street.

They very soon come across a ladder that leads them up to a rooftop. Y/n's foot slips when she almost reaches the top making her let out a frightened squeak.

"Here.." Powder reaches her arm down for Y/n to take her hand, and she hoists her up. They tumble onto the ground below them in a fit of giggles and don't even bother to get up, choosing to crawl over to the edge and lay down on their backs. Both are out of breath, and Y/n groans.

"I'm so tired now." She says just above a whisper, eyes fluttering closed. She hears Powder hum in agreement and shift beside her. She suddenly feels something soft brush against her right hand but it's gone before she can even fully process it. Her cheeks warm and she opens her eyes.

"I wish I could see the stars from here." Y/n mumbles. Powder hums in agreement again. Y/n turns her head to look at her with a teasing smile.

"Why are you being all quiet now?" She can only see the side of Powder's face. She always thought she had such a pretty side profile. While lost in her thoughts, she ends up poking her cheek. This causes Powder to laugh, eyes closing as she grins.

"I don't know." She shrugs nonchalantly, voice airy. Y/n purses her lips then sighs, turning her head to look back up. There's only silence between the two girls as they stare up into the misty sky, watching as it dances around in the lights shining through the windows. A butterfly suddenly lands on Y/n's nose making her squeal, but it flutters away before she can swipe it away.

Y/n is suddenly heard giggling playfully making Powder look at her with furrowing brows, and Y/n is turning onto her side to face her.

"So Miss Powder. Do you.. have a crush?" Her tone sounds as though she's interviewing her. The blue haired girl beside her is startled by the question.

"Uh- What?!"

"I asked you if you have a crush. I was just thinking, even though we've been friends for so long you've never talked about people that you liked before." Y/n says thoughtfully. Powder thinks about it too for a moment as she turns so she's now facing Y/m as well.

"True. I guess neither of us have." Y/n nods at that. But then shes giddy and starts the dreadful discussion again.

"Sooo, do you?" She tries to pry. Powder shakes her head quickly with a funny look on her face.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." Powder nods her head.

"I don't believe you. You're all rigid." Y/n laughs out loud, making Powder pout.

"C'monnn tell meee." She boops Powder's nose, making her scrunch her face with a giggle. Then all of a sudden, all foolishness is wiped from Y/n's face.

"You can be honest with me.." Powder bites her lip, a nervous tick of her's that Y/n had taken notice of the more she spent time with the girl.

"Is it a boy?"

"No."

"Is it a girl?"

"Do you have a crush on anybody Miss Candy?" Powder veers the topic onto Y/n instead, smiling triumphantly at the taken aback look on her face.

"Uh-" It felt like the air got punched out of her lungs.

Y/n should've expected that to be honest.

She always knew that she wanted to experience some sort of romance in her future, but she's only twelve. She never really thought too deeply about it before. Even so, she can recall certain moments where she felt some sort of attraction or "giddiness" that ones gets with a crush.

She thinks about Ekko; her visit at her aunt's house where she had that very awkward but very brief conversation about her "relationship" with him. Obviously, they have no relation of the sort. And she still feels the same since that day. So he's a no-go.

She thinks about Vi; who she's always viewed as a person of guidance and wise words. Strong words. Strong arms. Which she hopes to achieve someday possibly. She always liked tall girls, they made her feel safe and protected, that's all... But she can't lie to herself. Vi is a good looking girl and she knows that. There had been numerous times where she smiled softly at her and praised her for finally achieving something and she'd feel her face redden with faint butterflies in her stomach. In fact; when she first met her she couldn't stop smiling and would always have to turn the other way to force herself to stop.

But then her mind wanders to the girl laying in front of her, only inches away from her face. She considers Powder to be one of her closest and dearest friends. She barely remembers her life before she met her. She always was fascinated by her. She couldn't get over the fact that both her eyes and her hair were nearly the same shade of blue. Whenever shes with her she finds herself admiring a specific feature on her face, and her soft hair that she sometimes has the urge to run her hand through just for fun. Not to mention she loves it when they get into a teasing match that eventually ends up turning into a play fight. And lastly, there's no ignoring the racing of her heart the moment she first sees her on a brand new day.

Oh...

Powder is staring at her expectantly. Y/n is panicking. But she's saved by the bell when both girls lift their heads up at the sound of heavy foot steps approaching them.

"Where the hell have you guys been?!" Vi's wild voice immediately breaks the aura surrounding the two girls, and suddenly they're overcome with the feeling of being caught. They shoulda guessed she'd come looking for them. They stand up, Powder more quickly which causes her to stumble.

"I was worried sick! And your dad's been looking for you!" Her face expresses fear and worry. She's panting, seeming as though she's been running around for a while. She probably has.

Then Vi eyes the two of them with suspicion, noticing the dazed look in their eyes and the way they waver in their spots. And then her gaze travels down to the ground where the empty bottle lays forgotten. Ah..

Vi scoffs and has to look away as she takes a deep breath.

"Y'know? I can't believe you two sometimes. Come on." She guides them down the ladder, and soon they're making their way back to The Last Drop. Vi occasionally having to hold onto one of the girl's arms to prevent them from tipping over.

What happened back on the rooftop lingers in the back of both the girl's minds. But it would soon be pushed away to be forgotten until a very long time.

Chapter 3…

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the actual plot starts next chapter. there you go.

fair warning though, evidently my chapters tend to end up being longer than i anticipate them to be. not to mention i intend to write a tiny bit more chapters about their childhood/teenhood before the time skip, just for relationship development and dynamic purposes. i want y'all to have a clear idea of it. just wanna let yk in case u start questioning why it seems to be a slow start.

(this book also may or may not be based off of my arcane dr. so idk how things are going to play out in the future just yet... we'll see).

#arcane #arcane jinx x reader #arcane fanfic series #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane jinx fanfic #jinx x y/n #jinx x female reader #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x reader #arcane fanfic #jinx x fem!reader series

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aria-ashryver · 7 months

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my introverted ass gets a lil shy about participating in fandom events sometimes lol, but I wanted to give some folks some love for ✨Choices Fandom Shoutout Day!✨

Firstly, to all my moots, but especially @pudb1e @alleykatart @icanmakewords @honeyinadream @scrumptioustimemachinetragedy @aces-and-angels @zhoras-bitch @lilyoffandoms and anyone else i've missed! (chemo brain is a bitch)

ngl, every time you guys like something to do with the Starlight blorbos it makes me giddy. You make this such a warm and joyous place to be with every little interaction -- your joy is my joy, and I'm so glad our shared love of ID and Choices fandom stuff (and hopefully, my writing too!) has brought you all some happiness.

I hope something makes you smile today. You deserve all the happiness in the world and I appreciate you all so much 🌻🌼🌷

I wanted to give an extra special shout out to @jerzwriter for making this fandom such an inclusive and welcoming place -- you are just straight up lovely! I know I barely know you, but you have a generosity of spirit that I really, greatly admire.

[Skip this bit if you want, as I'm touching on heavier health stuff]. I realise I haven't actually got around to posting the fic in question yet (writing takes a lot out of me atm), but I have been frittering away at a piece based on the ask you sent me forever ago, and I really wanted to thank you for taking the time to send that ask in the first place. Not only did it make me feel like I really was a part of the community here, but you actually sent me that ask right before a meeting with my oncologist where I was due to find out whether I had been responding to chemotherapy or not. (I am getting better! ✨🎉) It was a pretty rough morning, and through some truly serendipitous timing, you swooped in and offered me the perfect distraction. I immediately found myself imagining all these soft scenarios and trying to cobble together little plot points instead of fixating on my anxiety; you gave me an escape when I really needed it.

And for me, that's exactly what fandom is all about! That's what fanfic writers and fanartists are so wonderful at achieving with their works; is bringing this refuge of joy and levity and beauty when we need it the most. So, truly, thank you -- not just for the ask that day, not just for all your hard work with @choicesficwriterscreations, but simply for being you and for sharing your stories with the world. You really do bring a light 💛

And through all of this, my OG reader and wonderful friend @freedom-kitty ✨ You've been there since the beginning bringing so much enthusiasm and eagerness and leaving some of the most wonderful comments on my fics that I have ever had the joy of reading. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that you are an absolute GEM and I'm so glad ID brought us together 💖 I have so many of your comments saved to go back and re-read when I'm doubting my own skills, or when I just need a smile (I'm still absolutely cracking up about the Aria the Great saga when I "joined you" on holiday lmao). You are the best ever, and I hope you know it.

Thank you for cheering me on, both in writing and in life with all the bullshit going on this year. You kick ass, lovely, and you should feel awesome about being you 💕

Lastly, thank you so much @choicesfandomappreciation for your hard work and thoughtfulness in hosting such an awesome event!! 🧁🎀 I love seeing events like this!

Sending you all hugs (if you are the hugs sort) and sunshine and warmth (if that's more your jam)

You are loved

You are brilliant

You are capable

You are enough 🌻

all my love,

aria xx

#choices spread kindness #shoutout day

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pleaseitsjustrae0nly · 1 year

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i saw your green x pink post and was immediately like: this needs to be a thing!! so dym writing lloyd garmadon x reader who loves pink headcanons? 🪷🩰🎀🩷🌷🌸

YO! I WOULD LOVE TOO! BUT WIFI AND DATA ARE VERY LIMITED RN! BUT TRUST ME ONCE IT COMES BACK I'LL GET TO WORK IMMEDIATELY 💖💖💖

✾✥✾ ----- ✾✥✾

Your the Pink to my Green.

Lloydxgn!reader - pure fluff! Reader uses They/them!

✾✥✾ ----- ✾✥✾

You were just laying on your bed hugging you pink stuffed animal. Yes, you liked pink, so what? Is it a crime? No, it's not. You didn't like it that much, you just had a nice selection of pink shirts, socks, shoes, accessories, pillows, blankets, plushies...

Okay maybe a you liked it too much.

But it's what you like, and that's what Lloyd adores about you. Every time someone comes at you for liking pink so much, you tell them off. And it's just so fun to watch that person get told off by his beloved.

"Your very strong about you liking pink y/n, how many people have you told off in total?"

"Like, this week or my whole life? Because to be honest, I lost count."

He just smiled and brought you to one of your favorited cafes, they served (f/f) and (f/d) and make it very well. As you both arrived at the café, the waiter serving immediately knew who you both were since at this point you both might as well be known as the café's regulars.

"Welcome back my favourite couple! Will it be the usual?"

"For me yes, what about you Lloyd?"

"My usual as well."

When you were about to pay for the meal, Lloyd beats you too it, as usual. So you decided to go and check if your usual booth was free and luckily, it was! You quickly sat down as Lloyd approached the booth carrying the drinks in his hands "I've got a surprise for you my love, close your eyes please?" He asks whilst placing the drinks "Okay? Better not be a energy ball to the face."

"It isn't, trust me on that."

"..."

"You can open your eyes now..."

"Oh my goodness, LLOYD!"

You held the bouquet in your hands as you gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I think you missed." You just chuckled and gave him a light peck on him lips. "Thank you Lloyd, so much."

✾✥✾ ----- ✾✥✾

Anything for you, your the Pink to my Green. Of course you are, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

✾✥✾ ----- ✾✥✾

Pink - Someone Special in your life

Green - someone who just knows you, sees you, and makes you feel understood

✾✥✾ ----- ✾✥✾

Hope you enjoyed it! (srry it took so long)💖

#◈justrae◈#fluff #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd #lloyd x reader ninjago #ninjago #asks open #im inlove<3 #lloydGarmadon #Lloyd Garmadon #NINJAGO

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nunezs-stuff · 3 months

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Koi hoshino

She grew up in an orphanage that was

Strict and cold

The orphanage she grew up and had strict punishments if children broke the rules she unfortunately was one of those children the nurses and doctors in the orphanage eventually started neglecting her when she got older even though she was 10 she eventually got in a high fever which in turn made her beg for medicine but she got pushed aside and shoved back into her room unfortunately she eventually died due to malnourishment and the fever

Which is when father Demaryius found her thrown in a lake he took pity on the girl and saved her and with some time and effort he brought her back to life but with some deformities her once

brown hair turned white with orange splotches and her eyes that were once blue turned green her appearance reminded him of a koi fish he saw when he was a younger God so he gave her the name koi was the first child to know the existence of Homeworld and where it was located

Personality

A logical but comedic person she doesn't like to think about her trauma so she goes with a happy-go-lucky tone of life

She's extremely loyal and would rather kill herself than portray father Demaryius since he was her light and the reason she can live again

Likes

Ironically her favorite fish are koi fish

Spending time with her father

Apple pie and cherry pie

Going outside in the warm weather

Stuffed animals

Oranges

Playing with her siblings

Cooking

Sleeping and laying in bed

Dancing

Dislikes

Mean people

Children that break the rules

When someone talks bad about father Demaryius

Untidy things

Bugs

Tea for some reason

Lemonade (she's actually allergic to it)

Stingrays

Reading( she doesn't hate it she just finds it boring)

#yandere oc #storytelling #spotify #soundcloud #where did my memories go

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roselise · 6 days

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hi hi lovely amazing friend!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗 ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗 ⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི

Just wanted to check in on you and say I hope you’re having the best of days! I read something the other day, it said: “Don’t let a few rain drops make you believe you’re in a rainstorm ☀︎︎☂︎︎“ It really stuck with me!! Because there’s been times when I let small things affect my entire day!

⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗 ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗 ⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི💗⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌ ྀི

How have you been lately? I hope very good! And remember not to let anything dim your light!! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) Take care lovely!! ˚₊‧꒰ა🎀໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🤍 ⋆ ࣪˖ : �� ε🧸з ♡ : ˖ ࣪⋆🤍

♡ 🎀 ⊹ . ˚ 🍓

⊹ * 🧸 ˚ . ♡ ⊹ ˚ 🎀

♡ 🎀 ⊹ . ˚ 🍓

🧁 . ˚ * . 🤍 My beloved friend ~ !!!

Eeee !! My heart !!! ˗ˏˋ ♡ ♡ ♡ ˊˎ-

What a blessing it is to see you! :D

And that you thought to share this ?? You’re so wonderful, and have brought such a genuine smile to my face .. thank you so very *very* much for caring !!

*Giving you a big big squeeze right now ~ !!!*

This is such a treasure to me, and when I am feeling down — I know I will absolutely remember this, my friend ♡ ♡ ♡

(Honestly, this makes *such* a difference! Just knowing I have a friend who cares is truly more than I could ever ask for, and I am feeling so happy in my heart right now ♡)

I have had some ups and some downs the past few months I suppose I’ll say, but I am doing ok and finally able to be here and speak more !!

(Although lately it’s not life or responsibilities taking up my time — it’s my new puppy! She’s only three months old and a tiny fuzzy ball of mischief, and I love her so so much !!)

What about you though ?? Tell me how you’ve been please !! I’d truly love to know how you are, and what wonderful things you’ve been up to ♡ ♡ ♡

Sending you all my happiest hugs, sweetest cupcakes, and *prettiest* fairy dust just for *YOU*! So please stay safe, sweet and super special .. and have the best day ever ~ !!!!

♡ . ˚ * . ε🤍з

🎀 ⊹ . ˚ 🍓

🧁 ♡ * 🧸 ˚ . ♡ ⊹ ˚ XOXO

#♡#ask #this was so precious to me ; ;#i am filing this away in my mental keepsake box c:#and giving you the biggest hug !!#thank you so much for checking on me ! c:#my life can be a lot with my dad and how things are sometimes #but it truly means so much to have such a wonderful friend ♡#and it really makes a difference ♡#so now i would like that for YOU !!#yes you !! you should have ALL the love and happiness my friend !!!#and lots of blessings and good things for your day and sweet treats and so much more !!!#cus you deserve it !!!#these are FACTS !!! c:#sending hugs and a million joyful thoughts your way !!!#please take care - stay safe - and continue being the amazing sweet and truly special person you are ~ !!! c:#xo ! ♡

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mamavino · 2 months

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Hi MamaVino! 💕

For your ask game what about 🦋, 🪲 and 🌻?

Hey Kalolasfantasyworld. Thanks for your message 🎀.

Oh we start with a deep 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately. This is a bit personal but my uncle is doing very badly, he is at the end of his life and is on a morphine pump, he has spread cancer. So you automatically think more about life and death now. Yeah that keeps you busy sometimes.

The second one stands with me as a cube. So I'm guessing this one haha. 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here Here we go:

Together with Yami, Charlotte walked toward the circus tent. The smell of freshly popped popcorn and cotton candy tingled up her nose. Dust was blown up as a clown danced on one foot through the loose sand. Alarmed, Charlotte stepped aside and accidentally bumped into Yami.

His gray eyes watched her playfully. Why was he with her again? This man was short-circuiting her mind. Music from a violin overtook them and quickly both Charlotte and Yami looked up. Beside the entrance to the tent was a large birdcage, inside it a woman with skin as white as snow. On her shoulder, a violin, the soft melody brought a cheerful but mysterious sensation.

In front of the big main circus tent a big man suddenly appeared, proudly the man looked from under his top hat. When he spoke, his big thick mustache moved. He brought his chest forward and made a bowing motion as he danced a kind of staff through his fingers.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Step right up, step right up. Come closer, you won't believe your eyes. Behind this curtain. Witness something you've never seen before Heard before, dreamt before The most amazing show on Earth.”

Two dancers in tight fitting suits making handstands while throwing a ball at each other.

“It's the most amazing show on earth”

In the distance, a trumpet sounded from a gray fat animal with a trunk.

“Do you want to be widely entertained? People to know your name? Do you crave fame? Well, they say, "Things aren't always what they seem to be" Even your greatest fantasies. You won't believe your eyes. Won't even recognize. The wonderment that lies Behind the shimmer and the lights.“

Just past Yami suddenly walked a sturdily built woman in a beautiful dress. She was beautiful but her beard was the first thing that stood out. Flirtatiously, the woman winked at Yami

“Is it true what they say? Is it all just fun and games? Or is there more behind the makeup? And the faces full of paint? I ask you, do you want to come and play?”

Again the clown ran through the audience, almost fell, for fun, and ran on again as if he had almost had an accident. Very strange.

“Get the world to come and play”

Charlotte and Yami handed their tickets to a beautiful woman with hair like cotton candy and a freckle above her lip. After this, they walked into the tent. They heard the ringmaster shout something else.

“So sit back, relax, fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy ride to the other side”

Time to take a closer look at the show.

#black clover #black clover fanfiction #rare paring #yami x charlotte

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ninio · 3 months

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Happy Birthday, Baby! Captivated by the enchanting Pisces woman I love, Ce. 🐻💋

Happy birthday to the love of my life! I am filled with immense gratitude that you came into this world and that our paths crossed, bringing us together in the most beautiful way. The depth of my gratitude for your existence is immeasurable and deserves to be celebrated not only today but every single day.

As we celebrate another year of your life, my heartfelt prayer is that all your hopes and dreams will blossom into sweet, tangible realities that bring you immeasurable joy and fulfillment. Your presence in my life has brought so much light and love, and I am eternally thankful for every moment we've shared.

Thank you for accepting me for who I am, for loving me unconditionally, and for treasuring everything we've been through. Your love and support have been a constant source of strength and joy for me. You are a true blessing, and I cherish every memory, from the laughter of last year's inside jokes to the moments of quiet understanding.

I love you more than words can express, and I am grateful for every moment I get to spend with you. Happy birthday, my dear. Here's to you, today and beyond. Cheers to many more beautiful moments together. I love you beyond measure.

With Love,

Macsies (Mici;Kizey) 🧞‍♀️🎀🫧

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daddy’s home

joel miller x reader

🫧 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CLOSE TO 500 FOLLOWRS YALL ARE THE BEST AND ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT IS UNCONDITIONALLY APPRECIATED 🥹 YALL MAKE MY DAY SM!! 💞

🫧 my soft dom joel brainrot has me going crazy 😵‍💫

🫧 description: SMUT, SOFT SMUT🎀, outbreak!joel, age gap relationship (reader is early-mid 20s and joel is mid 40s), (SLIGHT TW), body worship (r receiving), mentions of reader not eating/eating little, reader is sensitive and mildly crybaby-like, slight angst, slight ddlg relationship, soft dom!joel, sub!reader, overstimulation (reader receiving), immense teasing (r receiving), hickeys ( r receiving), nail-digging ? (j recieving), heavy daddy kink, cowgirl sex, soft sex, SOFT SEX SOFT SEX, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, pet names (sweetheart, doll, and princess), JOEL TALKIN YOU THRU ITTT

joel had left for a patrol for 3 weeks, about to be a month ago. your worrisome increased as the days had went on, wondering where he was.

your stomach couldn’t process food as your mind didn’t even think to eat, you didn’t think to go outside, and days where you could barely bring yourself to shower.

your mind had a established a routine by now, spending countless of hours reminiscing on memories of you and him. you thought about the gentle kisses he gave you, especially the one he placed on the crown of your head before he left.

it was all you could do. you would live inside your mind replaying his sweet words as his rough hands touched your skin with delicacy, or how each soothing and erotic moment with him was pure paradise.

you walked around the pink sanctuary Joel had built you inside his home which used to be a rusty broken-down room that he remodeled from the top to the bottom; just for you.

it was just your own personal room, he even built you bed-like couch incase you ever needed it. although you sleep in his bed, he knew your love for pastel and soft things.

the way you would glow up at any cute object you would find when accompanying him during some loots at times.

Joel made sure that you had a space that you could indulge yourself in. he would go ok countless of looting trips, finding lacy fabrics, or anything that was soft and pink. it was his, wether he had to trade for it or steal it.

it brought light to you which made you the fire of his loins.

you missed your daddy so dearly.

all that anguish would be soon over.

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

you spent your mornings with a hot cup of coffee, using Joel’s mugs to sense his presence in some way.

you would take his mug. this time it was one you had gotten him not too long ago with the design of owl eyes on the dish; complimented by both of your initials engraved.

you watched out your window, sometimes you’d take a step outside but it was a colder morning than usual today, the clouds glooming over the sun.

the sun might’ve been out but you would’ve thought the scene in-front of you was heaven-sent.

you didnt completely loose consciousness as you didn’t drop the mug to shatter on the floor.

you felt your body jump out of your skin.

your shaky body setting down the mug as you open the window hastily, wanting to believe the sight.

a tall male figure stalked it’s way through the tall beige grass, slowly becoming clearer in your view.

the unfamiliar and stand-by feeling disintegrated as you see the beautiful beast that you claimed as your life and called your daddy.

the way the clouds moved, sun-rays allowing to crack and shine down on Joel, making him enthralling.

the ray made him luminous, shining him through like glowing bow on a present.

Impulsively you run to the door, swinging it open. your legs pick their own pace as you meet him in the tall grass; completely throwing yourself at the man.

“i’m home sweetheart, s’okay”

that dulcet tone Joel carries within him captivating your mind, body, and soul.

he carried you through the front-door, into his home, up the stairs to your room.

he knew you to well, knowing you had spent your days in his room instead of in there while he was gone.

you felt like pure putty in Joel’s brawny grasp.

“daddy, i missed you so much” your voice wavered. your pupils turned big as you looked up at him “all i thought about s’comin’ home to ma’sweet doll” Joel muttered, his hands soothing you through your hair.

he set you down on sofa-bed, fixing the pink bow in your hair “ease ya’mind, s’no need to worry n’more.” Joel lulled and reassured you.

you automatically brought Joel down with you as he laid you on your back gently. your legs intertwined in the crevess of his slight spread jean-covered legs.

the pink satin shorts you were wearing riding up as he begins to hover over you causing your legs to bend along with his.

you held the charming man so dearly as he began to pepper kisss along your jawline, meeting your lips, and passing to kiss your forehead.

both of your foreheads were touching, his gaze passionately focused on yours as both of your bodies inched closer and closer together.

“i love you m’baby, i’ma always come back f’you” he continues to reassure your needy-being.

the rush of so much emotion overwhelms your body causing tears to fall out of your eyes. ontop of it all, your stomach grumbled, more like ached out.

“c’mere sweet girl, have you ate?” Joel questions, his honey-coated tone rousing you.

he flipped you over so now his back was against the sofa-bed and you were ontop of him.

your hips sitting right between his stomach and pelvis. you couldn’t look him in the eyes, knowing you haven’t stomached anything besides water and fruits here and then.

you hesitated as you shook your head ‘no’, Joel immediately picked up on your guilty and timid demeanor. he grabbed your jaw, stern yet with delicacy.

“have you even ate since i’ve left?” Joel’s disbelief and concern being evident, he felt guilt aswell. at times where he would be scarfing down canned goods, you’d barely bring yourself to make yourself a hot meal.

it wasn’t your fault, you were his baby.

“fruits! not-not many” you began than your voice was still just above audible level once again. your gaze from his eyes fall onto his lips.

“tch-tch, i’ve told y’need to look after yourself when i ain’t here baby.” he gave your thighs a squeeze, resting them on the upper of your thigh while playing with the fabric.

“i-i know, m’just got sad” your voice trembled, looking into his eyes nervously.

“let daddy cheer you up hm, doll?” Joel had leaned up to utter hotly against your neck as his big hands found the lining of the little pink shorts you had on.

you felt yourself tremor under his touch, closing your eyes; inviting yourself into hid touch as you nod yes.

you practically rubbed yourself into his hand, pressing your palms into his chest like a little cat.

your face got hot as your body began to febrile.

Joel began to run his hands up and down your body, groping you with delicacy over your frilled-white bandu top causing you to mewl out.

you got lost in the enticement his hands brought you, indulging yourself in something you longed for what felt like ages.

“where does my princess need it, hm?”Joel’s soft tone was enough to make your legs grow weak “every-everywhere! i missed you so much” you slightly whimpered at first.

a smile grew onto Joel’s face as he pulled your top off, revealing your commando tits. he leaned up, putting immense attention on your chest.

he put one of your tits in his mouth, swirling your nipple with his tongue while the other palms it causing your lip to be caught in-between your teeth.

you shimmied yourself. only hovering for a second before now being right on his pelvis, feeling his growing bulge through his roughen-jeans.

skillfully, all-the-while switching in-between his mouth loving on each of your tits. Joel’s hands find the lining of your shorts, grabbing your panties along with them before quickly pulling them down.

you helped him by lifting yourself, using his broad frame to grasp. your pink manicured nails ran through his back, the lengthy acrylic tips turning Joel on.

he inhaled deeply with your nipple in his mouth, hand squeezing your other tit roughly as he feels you run down his spine.

it wasn’t long before he flipped you over back to the original position, loosing his jeans and completely ontop of you now.

when you told Joel everywhere, he listened.

he took his time with you, each hot-open-mouthed-kiss he peppered on your skin lingered causing goosebumps on your delicate skin. he started from your feet, pressing the softest kisses on your heel before working his way up your leg with his lips, leaving soft kisses on your bikini line, and sucking on the flesh of your stomach.

once he finally met your lips, it felt like your first breath of oxygen.

the lustful pace was shared between the both of you, lips completely wanting to devour each other as the both of you ran out of air; not caring a single bit to pull away.

your hands unbutton his worn-out flannel to reveal his marked, yet muscular chest, running your hands on him and feeling his chest-hair tickle against your palms going straight to your arousal.

“my beautiful doll, m’so lucky t’have you.” Joel assured sweetly, completely taking in the naked sight of you; looking heavenly yet so dirty.

you smiled at him, kissing both of his pecs as one of your hands reach to grab his cock.

your hand turns small as it wraps around the base of his dick “i love you daddy” you purr out, letting out a chain of “i love you”s after.

you wanted to take him past your lips, relieving him with your warm lush mouth but Joel thought otherwise.

“nuh-uh, ya’gon bounce on daddy’s cock.” the sweet tone Joel’s dominance carried fell, turning into complete assertive dominance.

just like that, he pulled your hand away from his cock and now holding it behind your back as he aligned himself with your wet entrance.

Joel lifted his hips, meeting your thighs as your feel his cock engulf you completely causing you to yelp out.

“atta girl, there there” Joel coos, massaging your head as it falls back into the grasp of his big hand as the other holds your hip.

no matter how many times Joel fucked you, you would never get used to his size. you’d practically stomach the stretch every single time.

“da-daddy!” you rolled your hips into his to adjust causing him to let out a soft-pleased groan “s’good! s’big” you already slur out, focused on getting used to his big dick.

“can ya handle it, princess?” his remark was cocky, condescending with how he tried to mask it with fake worry.

“ya—mmph fuck!” you tried to speak but the sharp and slow thrusts his hips were jerking into you stopped you.

“words, sweetheart.” Joel’s assertive tone, not leaving for a moment.

“yes-yes!” you squeeze your eyes shut as the clutch he has on your hips bruises into your skin lovingly.

“hmph, ya’like that doll?” he lets out a soft groan as your pussy begins to squelch with his cock “awh, you need it harder?” Joel corrupts you with all these questions, sending your mind into oblivion as he thrusts up into you harder.

“or how about faster, hmph—fuck!” Joel groans out as your pussy clenched around his cock that began to thrust at a fast pace, getting used to being even more stuffed.

you weren’t focused on answering at all as he already answered for you, mind only focused on the man fucking himself into you.

your hands desperately try to cling onto his chest as he fucked up-into you.

“god-oh god! Joel!” you moan out loudly, mind beyond lost way to fucked into the moment to realize your mistake.

you soon realize as his hips come to a halt “that ain’t ma name, sweetheart” Joel’s tone went cold.

your fucked out brain was semi-cognitive again “m’sorry! m’sorry daddy! please-never again. it wont happen again. daddy please!” you helplessly plead.

only feelings of being overwhelmed by pleasure, emotion, and now sadness.

“such a soft thing, just my lil’ crybaby”

the little callous nickname would’ve upset you, but he said it in such a sweet way and your overwhelmed brain letting tears stream down your raspberry cheeks.

Joel’s hands went from your hair and hip to wipe your soft tears, kissing them away.

“everything’s okay princess, i got you” Joel shushes into your ear as his lips find his way to your puffy ones and kissing them softly; longingly.

Joel began to bounce you on his cock softly unlike pistoling into you like before. you let out a quivered out sob as you felt your stomach tighten in the pleasure that built up again.

the temples of your mind ached in slight pain and overstimulated pleasure which caused the waves of your pleasure to intensify.

your mind began to think for itself, picking it’s own pace as your manicured nails dig into his chest harshly. your eyes were squeezed shut in pure overwhelming pleasure and ache, head tilted with your mouth was agape.

you felt your voice going hoarse, only sensible thing on your brain was that little nickname.

“daddy! oh-i-i feel it! s’close daddy!” your squeals engulfed your little girly pink room as you rode Joel like no tommorow.

“ridin’ me s’well, y’aint ever looked more perfect than like this” Joel hisses out in pure awe of you, watching you unravel on his cock to chase your own orgasm as your nails drew slight blood.

“m’close daddy! augh—fuck me!” your vision spotted as you felt like the world was spinning, cock-drunk forgetting that the houses 3 blocks down could hear you.

you were too busy bouncing yourself on his cock with pure bliss.

“let go baby, daddy’s here. let it all out” Joel praises you through your orgasm, kissing the temples of your head as he softly brought his hips up to your eager ones.

you felt your orgasm crush over you like a tide as he buried himself more into you, beginning to groan with the melody of your moans in his own ecstasy.

Joel’s hands completely ravished you as your titties bounced non-stop this whole time; giving him his own little show without even knowing.

your bare tits were now covered in small purple-pink mixed love-bites peppered till the beginning of your collarbone.

you left marks of your own on his chest and arms, the pink manicure creating small crescents on his skins.

you both enchanted each other as you both indulged in the your shared sticky skin, the sound of your hot heavy breaths, and riding out your orgasms together.

you were both collapsed into each other’s arms as you both came down from your sex-high, sharing the sticky warmth your bodies felt for each other. neither one of you letting go.

you hummed out contently, feeling otherworldly bliss as you felt whole again wirh having Joel in your embrace.

“im gon’ get ya’cleaned up and fix a hot meal later, babydoll” Joel reassured your now sleeping-self.

“daddy’s home now”

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mtnkat3 · 1 year

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Guide me Father. Please.

So I might break loose the chains binding me. The ones bent on my destruction. The ones the adversary is using to keep me down beneath a boot heel. My neck & soul being crushed by the weight of vindictive, malice hate bent on destroying my soul.

Dear Lord, in Your Wisdom, Guidance, Grace, Mercy.. strengthen my ability to Persevere & see Your Light shining.

In Your Wisdom You brought me this close to my soul's precious beloved perfect for me mates.. my priceless treasured Gift of my Bears . Angels . . . . .

Please show me Your Light to make it the rest of the way over the bridge.

The way is treacherous though. With h making it so I'm spending money so that there will be little but some of the settlement left when all is done. It is the evil demon within him trying this. I am being careful though. I am sacrificing my health & happiness to do this right. To do this righteously & Guided by You Lord.

I know I need must step out in my Faith though.

And in that I need Your Hand Lord.

I believe that I am ready.

But I know there are hidden crevices waiting me.. waiting for me to misstep & fall to my death. Both my spiritual life & my physical life.

I know my loves.....are standing & waiting. So patiently for me. It humbles me. And galvanizes me.

So I ask Lord..

What is the proper way for me to both move out & still be able to get my belongings without h burning them all in his destructive vengeful rage.

He is even trying to say the reason he didn't succeed in beating me up last night was because he wasn't wearing shoes so had no traction! Evil. Bully. Coward. H cannot admit that I am not weak, & he isn't He-man. More like an overweight, out of work supervillain. That allegedly works from home.

Deep breath.

So Lord. I am going to write a document that I will then email to my atty. So that once they are back can say yay or nay to.

I don't know if this having my cake & eating it too.

But I will never walk away from a fight. I will make sure the fight is properly resolved. No anger left before bedtime. I do not wish to ever deal again with ill feelings festering & spreading infection & malcontent with destruction.

I believe in ending things with as clean a slate as possible. Even with a handshake if possible.

All I know is that I am listening closely. I need Guidance.. signs.. Lord. To step ever so carefully.

So then I may jump off the cliffside as I come across the bridge tunnel & walk into my beloved Bears Angels arms.....

No place I'd rather be than in your . . . . .arms.

To be the best me. The best woman, friend, ..... for us to have the best life together.

I pray Lord. Guide my steps. Amen.

I believe wholeheartedly. Therefore I work, listen & wait.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Your humbled bowed listening carefully closely quietly daughter.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.✝️☸⚓ 🤓👩‍🏫👩‍🎓🕵️‍♀️👩‍🌾🥶🧣🧤🥾🏔🌂🔗⛓🧰📋🗓⚙⚒🛠⚖🔐🌝🗽🏗🧱🏰⚔🛡🥧🥮🥨🥓🍳🥩🍯🍼☕🍫🍭🌰🍎🍑🍒🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌲🧶🧵⌚⚡🌟🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎅❄🌡☃️🎄🎁🎀💫💋🕯🧭🕯🧭🕯🧭🕯🧭🕯🧭

Fr.12.23.2022 2.25pm est.

Today is friends popping in day! Lol! Ah!🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - mentions of drug use,, mentions of cheating,, physical violence

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 12

Now I could spend every minute with Matt. There were times when we’d shut ourselves off from the rest of the world for days. Matt would leave word that he wanted “no calls unless it’s my dad or an emergency call from Colonel.” It was my time, and no one could interfere. He was all mine.

When we got hungry, I phoned down to the kitchen and ordered our food, which was brought up and placed outside our bedroom door. After we finished, we stacked our empty trays neatly back in the same place.

We saw no one, nor even the light of day. The windows were insulated with tin foil and heavy blackout drapes to prevent any hint of sunlight from entering. Time was ours, to do with as we pleased, for as long as we pleased. Matt had a few months free between film commitments, and there was no pressure to return to Hollywood. We always seemed to be more in love when we were alone. I loved those times, when he was just Matt, not trying to live up to an image or a myth. We were two people discovering each other.

Only in the privacy of our own quarters did Matt show me a side of himself which had rarely, if ever, been seen by others. With no Colonel, no scripts, no films or music, nor any other people’s problems, Matt could become a little boy again, escaping from the responsibilities of family, friends, fans, the press, and the world. Here with me, he could be vulnerable and childlike, a playful boy who stayed in his pajamas for days at a time.

One day he was the dominant one and would treat me like a child, often scolding me for an incidental action. On other days I was the stronger one, looking after him like a doting mother, making sure that he ate everything on his plate, took all of his vitamins, and didn’t miss any of his favorite TV shows like Laugh-In, The Untouchables, The Wild, Wild West, The Tonight Show, and Road Runner. We listened to early Sunday morning gospel singing—our favorites were the Stamps, the Happy Goodman Family, and Jake Hess—and we watched the old movie classics that Matt loved: Wuthering Heights, It’s a Wonderful Life, and Miracle on 34th Street.

When we weren’t watching movies, we played silly games like hide-and-seek, or we’d have pillow fights that often ended in heated discussions of who hit whom the hardest. Our arguments were usually playful, but I noticed that they could become serious, especially after we’d each taken a couple of diet pills.

One evening we had both taken uppers and were wrestling with each other. I threw a pillow at him. He ducked it, and then, laughing, threw it back. I hurled another one at him, and then another, and without giving him a chance to recover, I threw another one. The last one hit him in the face. His eyes flashed with anger.

“Goddamn it!” he snapped. “Not so rough. I don’t want to play with a goddamn man.” He grabbed my arm, throwing me on the bed, and while demonstrating how hard I had thrown the pillows, he accidentally hit me in the eye. I flung my head to the side and jumped up, accusing him of hitting me on purpose.

“You can’t play without winning,” I yelled, “even with me. You started throwing harder and harder. What did you expect me to do?”

I stomped off to my dressing room and slammed the door as I heard him yelling, “You’re not a goddamn man.”

That night, we went to the movies. My arm was bruised where he’d grabbed me, and my eye was swollen black and blue. To make matters worse—and to make sure he felt bad—I wore a patch over the bruised eye. Everyone teased me, and Matt joked, “Couldn’t help it. She tried to get rough with me. I had to show her who’s boss.”

That night I got named “Toughie.”

Despite his teasing, Matt felt terrible about the incident. He had immediately apologized to me and kept apologizing for days.

“Baby, I’m really sorry,” he said. “You know I’d never hurt you in any way, that I’d never lay a hand on you, don’t you? That was a real accident.”

Yet the incident frightened me.

From then on, I began taking fewer pills and eventually stopped. I tried to persuade him to do the same. I started to question the quantities even though I knew he had various ailments causing pain which necessitated taking prescribed medication. I did everything I could for Matt and we shared many wonderful happy times together. However, his harsh objection to stopping made me realize that there could be a problem. I assumed he knew best for himself.

Colonel William’s theory was: “If you want to see Matt Sturniolo, you buy a ticket.” Once you started passing out freebies, it meant a lot of lost income. He stuck to that policy.

Matt agreed with the Colonel, feeling that Colonel knew best, saying, “Colonel doesn’t mind taking the blame.”

When life got boring you could count on Matt to concoct some new escapade. He was extraordinarily inventive. One particularly dreary day he decided out of the blue that he didn’t like the looks of an old house located on the grounds in back of the mansion. His uncle Travis had once occupied the place, which was now used for storage. Matt took a long look at it, called his father, and told him to get a bulldozer over there right away and get rid of it.

I could imagine what was going through James’s mind: Good God, what’s he up to now? He knew if Matt was at home and bored between films, anything could happen.

When the bulldozer appeared, Matt insisted that he was going to do the honors, convincing his father—and the local fire and demolition departments—that he could handle the job himself.

Wearing his football helmet and his big furry Eskimo coat, Matt proceeded, as his entourage cheered him on, to bring down the house and set it afire. This brought the fire trucks screaming through the gates. “You’re a little late, fellows,” Matt said, a happy, mischievous smile on his face.

Another time, he ordered his go-carts to be brought out and readied to ride. He held the record, of course, for the fastest time around the large circular drive.

Trying to prove that I was just as good as the guys, I tried to equal his time. Terrified, I would speed along as Matt clocked me on his stopwatch, giving me an approving grin when I reached the fifteen-mile-per-hour mark.

He turned Graceland into a private playground for us all. He’d have gun-shooting contests and also “screaming thrill rides” when he’d pack several people into his custom-built golf cart and race around the grounds at top speed.

Graceland’s backyard had more holes in it than the moon has craters—all from Romancandle fights. On the Fourth of July Matt always spent a fortune on fireworks, which arrived by the boxload. The boys would team up sides, aim candles directly at one another, and fire.

Although there were casualties—burned fingers and singed hair—no one seemed to care. Matt himself was as carefree as a young kid, hiding and then sneaking around the opposition with surprise attacks. Matt knew how to play hard and have fun.

Unfortunately, the time came for him to go back to Hollywood. He was due to begin his new film, Viva Las Vegas. His bus was parked in front of the white stone lions flanking the front steps of Graceland, loaded and ready to go.

I hated to see him leave. Arm in arm, we walked out the door.

Suddenly I pulled him back and tried to tell him what I was feeling, but there were distractions all around—people saying goodbye, music blaring from inside the bus, Alan yelling to George Klein to keep the sound rockin’ and rollin’.

I thought, If only it were quieter, if only Matt would take me aside so we could have some privacy.

But his attention was on all the activity and he was caught up in the excitement of going back to work.

“What is it, Baby?” he asked.

“I just wish you didn’t have to leave so soon,” I said, still unable to tell him what was really on my mind. “Just when we were starting to get used to each other, you have to go. I wish there were more time.”

“I know, Little One. Just give me a couple of weeks to get into the film and maybe you can come out for a while. Be a good girl, and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and boarded the bus, the doors slamming shut behind him. Then I heard the familiar shout, “All right. Let’s roll it!”

With a roar, the bus cruised down the hill and through the Music Gates where, as always, his fans were loyally waving goodbye and urging him to “hurry home!”

I watched until I could no longer see the red taillights fading out on Highway 51.

Cursing myself, I wondered why I couldn’t tell him what I feared. I’d been upset ever since I’d learned that his new leading lady was going to be Julia Ernst, the fastest-rising starlet in Hollywood. Julia Ernst had made only a few movies, including Bye-Bye Birdie, but she’d been dubbed “the female Matt Sturniolo.” Matt was curious about her, pointing out that “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

I realized that even had I told him my fears, he could have said nothing to put my mind at ease, because one evening he had made the mistake of telling me about the romances he’d had with many of his costars. Trying to listen calmly to these stories, I justified his behavior by reminding myself that I’d been living in Germany during those years and that we’d had no real ties then.

Now I was in his territory, living in his house with his friends, his family, and mementos of the past. It didn’t occur to me then, but I was living the way he wished—out of Hollywood society, the girl back home. I adapted. I wasn’t with him, but in a sense I was. And I assumed that he would be as faithful to me as I was to him.

Each time I would get ready to join Matt in Los Angeles he would delay my visit.

“Baby, now’s not the time to come out. There’s a problem on the set.”

“What kind of problem?”

“It’s just that all hell’s broke loose. I’ve got some crazed director madly in love with Julia. The way he’s directing it, you’d think it was her movie. He’s favoring her in all the goddamn close-up shots.” He paused, his anger rising. “Not only that, they want her to sing some of the songs with me. Colonel ’bout blew a fuse. Told ’em they’d have to pay me extra to sing with her.”

As I listened to Matt rant and rave, I tried to sympathize with him and his situation, but emotionally I was far more concerned about his leading lady than his director.

“Well, how are you and Julia Ernst getting along?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s okay, I guess.” He casually dismissed her with the line, “a typical Hollywood starlet.”

My concern was temporarily allayed. I knew that his attitude toward actresses was unfavorable. “They’re into their careers and their man comes second,” he’d say. “I don’t want to be second to anything or anyone. That’s why you don’t have to worry about my falling in love with my so-called leading ladies.”

I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t help noticing the national gossip magazines and the headlines about the torrid affair on the set of Viva Las Vegas. The problem was that the affair was not between Julia Ernst and the director. It was between Julia Ernst and Matt.

We were talking on the phone one night and I asked, “Is there anything to it?”

“Hell, no,” he said, immediately becoming defensive. “You know how these reporters are. They blow everything out of proportion. She comes around here mostly on weekends with her motorcycle. She hangs out and jokes with the guys. That’s it.”

But that was enough for me: She was there and I wasn’t.

Infuriated, I declared, “I want to come out now.”

“No, not now! We’re wrapping up the film and I’ll be home in a week or two. You keep your little ass there and keep the home fires burning.”

“The flame’s burning on low. Someone had better come home and start the fire.”

Matt laughed. “You’re beginning to sound like me,” he bragged. “I’d better watch it. There can’t be two of us walking around. I’ll be home soon, Baby. Get everything ready.” By the end of our phone call, I was eagerly making plans for his return.

I took out my calendar, counted the days until his homecoming, and then crossed them off one at a time. Threatened with doubts and fears, I did everything I could to please him, from educating myself about the gospel music he loved to taking good care of Graceland.

My eagerness to please Matt was so overwhelming that it almost angered him. He always had an excuse why his other relationships hadn’t worked out. “They were either too hometown and couldn’t fit in with my Hollywood life-style,” he said, “or they were actresses too into their careers.” But how could he get out of a commitment to such a willing partner as me?

I often felt sorry for myself, and angry at Matt for putting me in a situation in which I was forced to be alone for literally weeks at a time.

Bored, I resorted to exploring the attic at Graceland. I’d asked Grandma once what was up there, and she’d answered, “Oh, nothin’, Hon, jus’ some old junk. God, I haven’t been up there in ages. No tellin’ what’s up thereor who.”

There was no question that something was stirring around in the attic. Many nights strange noises were heard above the kitchen. Grandma said she’d heard the noises herself, lying awake, praying for daylight before even closing her eyes for sleep.

She imagined that it might be Mary Lou’s spirit up there, watching over Matt.

“Do you believe in spirits, Grandma?” I asked.

“Ah, yes, Hon. Sometimes I wander through this house and I can just feel ’em all around. Ask Hallie, she knows. She’s felt ’em too.”

Hallie was a large dark-skinned woman, our faithful and devoted companion. She stayed with Grandma and me at night while Matt was away, guarding us with her life—and a small gun that she tucked securely under the bed each night.

One evening, after Hallie turned out the lights, I asked her, “Hallie, do you think there’s spirits there, like Grandma does?”

“Well, Miss y/n, all I can tell you is that I hear strange voices I ain’t never heard before in any house I’ve ever been in, and sometimes it gits awful quiet here, a kind of stillness that I ain’t never felt neither. But don’t you lay there and worry, child. If there are any spirits, they’ll do you no harm.”

“Amen,” Grandma said.

The next day, I decided to venture up to the attic, to see for myself what was there. As I walked up the stairs, I rubbed my hand up and down the gold-painted banister, noting the chipped paint. I called out, “Don’t you think this should be repainted, Dodger?”

Grandma, standing at the bottom of the stairs, lifted her dark shades to get a closer look. “Yes, Hon, we’d better tell James. That does look bad.”

“Maybe we should do it before Matt gets home and surprise him. I’ll ask Mr. Sturniolo in the morning.”

At the top of the stairs I entered the attic and discovered Matt’s world.

Several trunks were filled with his military gear. There were old television sets and furniture that had been in his bedroom years before. I ran my hand over a couch, wondering who’d sat there with him. Jealous, I walked away.

I found two closets side by side and opened one. It was filled with clothes from Matt’s early days—black leather jackets, motorcycle hats, and a pink shirt I’d seen in pictures. I loved the way he looked in that shirt and wished he’d wear it again.

With growing curiosity, I sorted through everything. I felt closer to Matt just by touching his things, and all I could think of was what girl he’d been with at the time—Lucy, Judy, Nicole, Bonnie? I was so possessive, I had to know.

Then I came across some letters hidden under an old sweater, letters from Nicole, all addressed to him in Germany. I put them in dated order, from his arrival in Germany to his departure, and sat there for hours poring over every one.

Nicole had written at least two letters a week, all saying basically the same thing: she loved him, missed him, and was counting the days until his return—just as I had done. She had been in the process of acquiring him as a lover just as I’d been losing him. Clearly Nicole had been telling her that she was the only one in his life. Confused and hurt, I realized that he had been writing to his “Little Bit,” as he called her, that he couldn’t wait to come home and see her, at the same time that he had been holding me tightly, telling me he couldn’t bear to leave his “Little Girl.”

I felt betrayed, as I’m sure she felt when she read and heard about me. Returning the next day to investigate the adjoining closet, I came upon Mary Lou’s belongings—her clothes, her old photos and papers. It was strange to see all her dresses, hanging neatly. I knew Matt had had them put there. He couldn’t have faced throwing away any of her personal belongings.

I tried on one of her dresses and could tell that she liked soft materials on her skin, just as I did. By the size of her dress, I could see she was a small woman, and by the texture, I knew she cared more about the feel of a dress than about fashion or style. She liked to dress simply and comfortably. I felt guilty in her dress, but it gave me a better sense of Mary Lou Sturniolo: a woman, as Grandma had described her, with a heart of gold—yet you never wanted to cross her. When she was angry, “she cussed like a sailor and had the wrath of God in her.”

I felt sad—for Matt, for Mary Lou, for us all because we have to contend with death. Life could be so different if Mary Lou were here, I thought, weeping as though she were my own mother. I felt Mary Lou’s presence in that little room, also her grief and loneliness. Maybe it was her spirit that Grandma and Hallie sensed.

All of a sudden, Hallie’s face appeared in the doorway. We both screamed with fright, yelling, “What are you doing up here?”.

“Child, this ain’t no place you should be. Too many sad memories. B’sides, it’s dark and scary. Only reason I come up is ’cause Miss Minnie was worried ’bout you.”

Then, as Hallie walked away, waving her hands above her head, she said under her breath, “No ma’am, I don’t like it up here.”

The next time Matt returned to Los Angeles, where he was to begin filming Kissin’ Cousins, I flew with him. I loved L.A. It was exciting compared to the slow pace I had grown accustomed to in Boston. Best of all, I felt a part of Matt’s world. His hectic schedule and daily life were realities to me now, no longer just remote events chronicled in our nightly phone calls.

The problem was that his life still included Julia Ernst, despite the fact that their film, Viva Las Vegas, had been completed six weeks before. The newspapers were reporting their “blossoming” affair daily, each article hitting me like a slap in the face. I thought, When will this be over—the news, the gossip, the headlines, the affair.

Matt returned from the studio one afternoon, carrying a newspaper and fuming. “I can’t believe she did it.” He flung the paper against the wall in disgust. “She had the goddamn nerve to announce we’re engaged.”

Though I was pretty sure of the answer, I asked, “Who?”

“Julia Ernst. Every major newspaper in America’s picked it up. The rumor’s spread like a goddamn disease.”

Turning to me, he said, “Honey, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. The press will be hanging around the gate and following me all over for a statement. Colonel suggests maybe you should go back to Boston till it calms down.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Suddenly all the months of unbearable silence broke and I screamed, “What’s going on here? I’m tired of these secrets. Telephone calls. Notes. Newspapers!” I picked up a flower vase and hurled it across the room, shattering it against the wall. “I hate her!” I shouted. “Why doesn’t she keep her ass out of here where she belongs?”

Matt grabbed me and threw me on the bed. “Look, goddamn it! I didn’t know this was going to get out of hand. I want a woman who’s going to understand that things like this might just happen.” He gave me a hard, penetrating look. “Are you going to be her—or not?”

I stared back at him, furious and defiant, hating him for what he was putting me through.

After a long pause, our tempers cooled considerably. Once again desperate to please, I said, “I’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll be waiting in Boston.”

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Three years ago at this time I was enduring some of the worst physical pain/mental health issues/med changes I’ve ever faced as well as ableism, bullying, and pure isolation at school. At this time, starting my senior year felt impossible and I couldn’t make it through school without panicking and sobbing. I absolutely would not have made it through my senior year if it wasn’t for Lover. It was the perfect album that provided a pastel safe haven in the darkest time. It also brought me closer to so many of you, the loveliest people I’ve ever met. I still have a long healing journey ahead, even years later, but having Taylor, her art, and this community always brings light into my life. This is sappy, but I just wanted to say thank you all for being here no matter what. Happy Birthday, Lover 😚♥️🎀

#abby doesnt shut up #sorry if this is dramatic but I really did not think I’d get through it and I did bc of lover & all of you … genuinely.

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Teardrop On The Fire

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𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙...

Teardrop by Massive Attack

You shift around in the bed, snug underneath the soft sheets and blankets. You can tell the sun isn’t quite up yet, that peak late night and early morning when the skies begin to illuminate but the sun has yet to cast its full daytime glow.

Time seemed to freeze during this rare hour.

You feel that irritating need to pee that seemed to hit at the first break of consciousness. It always happened when you wanted to stay in bed and sleep for a couple more hours. You sigh softly, in annoyance, as you shove the blankets away and push yourself out of the bed.

A hand softly covers yours, and you look down at Lucifer, sleepily yawning and covering his mouth, extending his arm up into a stretch. “Everything okay?” He murmurs in his gravelly sleepy voice. He clears his throat after noticing his own rasp.

“I just have to pee.” You chuckle, leaning over and pushing a lock of his wavy black hair off his forehead and replacing it with a kiss.

“Well, hurry back...” He adjusted himself onto his back. “I sleep oddly when you’re not here with me.”

You try to hide you grin, as you get up to go into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You hurry and use the bathroom, wash your hands and turn the light off, emerging into the bedroom once more and slipping under the blankets. You feel him turning more towards you, and you move into his embrace.

You stare up at the ceiling and the dark glow of navy sky slowly coming to life is cast through the window, allowing the faint outlines of objects to be barely visible. Your fingers trace shapes on his smooth, soft skin on his chest.

“I’m not sure if I got to tell you....but I thought you looked absolutely stunning last night at the party.” He yawns before saying. You nestle your head into the crook of his neck, smelling his scent, an alluring blend of amber, teakwood, and sandalwood.

“Thank you, it took me a while to find that dress you know...things can fit me...weird sometimes.” You admit, feeling comfortable and at ease in his arms, in his bed, during these hard-to-get moments alone when both of you were awoke and in no rush to scamper out of the bed.

“Trivial human societal constructs and perspectives.” He dismisses your complaint, “Your figure is perfect. Your vessel provides you with strength, stamina and intelligence.” You feel him adjust himself underneath you slightly, “You were the topic of the night afterwards amongst my brothers.”

You giggle, “I bet you hated that.”

“Absolutely abhorred it.” He chuckles, “Had to rough Mammon up a good bit.”

“Poor Mammon.” You coo.

“Poor Mammon indeed.” He agrees, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You loved spending alone time with Lucifer, he was his most pleasant self when he wasn’t around his obnoxious younger brothers. He was even more pleasant when he was around you, ever since you two began dating. Of course, Lucifer preferred to keep his personal and professional affairs with strict boundaries, so you enjoyed when he would invite you over to spend the night, knowing he had no early morning responsibilities those certain days.

“Anyway...” He continues, “I’m sorry if last night was rather...intense.” He adjusts once again, “I felt a prying need to reaffirm my claim over you after all of that. I may have been a bit...excessive.” You feel his palm gently stroking your arm lovingly.

“Did I say the safeword?” You question.

He pauses, “No. No, you didn’t.”

You nestle into him once again. “Then green light. It was fine. It was more than fine...” You recalled to yourself how many times he brought you to your climax and beyond it and nearly shuddered

“Surprising thing is, I didn’t know you could grow....more sadistic than you naturally are--”

He gasps, “You think I’m sadistic?”

You crane your neck to look at him.

He looks down at you.

You narrow your eyes at him.

He gives you a sly smirk.

“Okay, I thought you’d go with it.” He breathes with a mock pout, “That’s one of two times when you’re the most beautiful to me--- when you’re a desperate begging mess of filth on the floor that I can do whatever I please to.” He says casually.

You lift a brow, “What’s the second time?”

Lucifer smiles, “When you’re asleep. Those mornings I wake up before you, you look so vulnerable and untouched. A blank canvas.” You feel him stroking your head, fingers ghosting the fabric of your satin scarf, causing you to close your eyes and sigh in contentment.

“Goodnight, my love.” He kisses your head and continues to stroke you gently, lulling you to drift back off into your cozy slumber.

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everythingthemoontouches · 3 years

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hi! i heard ur doing tarot readings. i',m quite new to ur blog so let me know if i didn't follow a rule :) what does MC♎ think and or feel about me? i'm AM♋ (+ leo rising + venus dominant + 11h stel)

take care! let me know if i have to pay or anything <3 stay safe

Hey love

Tysm for being so patient and respectful 🕊️🪶🦩🪶🕊️🪶🦩🐢🐾🐉🐾🐢🐾🐉

As a general rule it makes me very happy to see people reblog my ☯️masterlist and posts they like. Feedback in the form of asks isn't mandatory but it's is extremely appreciated and makes me squeal like a kid opening birthday chocolates 🍫❤️ I will need you to interact / reblog your reading so you can save and refer to it layer. This also helps people find my blog and get the guidance or self love talk from the oracles that they need 💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙💕💙

🎀✨Nowww for your reading 🔮

Let's look at your two part question. I believe that that thinking and~feeling~can be very different things unless you're an air sign. Then it can be quite hard to separate the two 🤔⛈️

🌹You're basically a lesson in self love and a zest for lifeeeee 🦊 You could teach us what it means to truly feel alive 🎶🎻🎇🎈

So firstly, what does he think of you?

Knight of wands. Queen of wands. King of pentacles

He's probably attracted to or interested in you but sees that you're both headed in different directions at the moment. Maybe if he(?) was at a more financially or socially secure point in life he would have been able to pursue this. You could also be a motivating influence. Either way you enhanced his urge to make soemthing if himself and evaluate what he is doing with his life. Divine masculine path. It's like you're the queen and he is still a knight. One of you has personal issues or baggage they need to deal with. They could be feeling like if they were with you rn they would only bring you down with their psychological wounds and shadow self. Separation and themes of divine purpose but individually. You guys could come back together at a later point when you're both doing well for yourselbes but it's too early for me to say.

Don't try to judge me for we have walked different paths. But it brought us here together so I won't take that back. Two roads diverge in a wood and unfortunately your pot of gold awaits at separate ends for now. Just because you meet someone briefly doesn't mean they can't have a profound impact on your life's trajectory.

He is on his heros journey. You're already slef assured and have dealt with some of your inner demons.

You're in your Divine feminine essence as a Cardinal cancer sun. AM is still in a learning phase. Must go through more life experiences to avoid fucking up a good thing. There's a certain nobility and genuine affection here. And honesty.

💙Now as for his feelings + Messages from the Oracle of Shadow and light💡 🌹💙🌹💙🌹💙🌹

I'd just recommend reading the oracle cards quotes

You both need time off to focus on yourself. Love or the other isn't a priority right now.

Comfort kills growth.

It's like when you're born as a twin. Each half gets accustomed to and proficient at doing one thing. So you could actually develop a weakness in areas that the other is good at. This is giving me twin flame vibes.

Also if he runs or displays lying cheating behaviors, theses fairies and strnagkeing wanna fly over to you in their cute little wings, surround you in love and remind you that it isn't because of anyack in you.

Gemini venus energy : needs constant stimulation. And when people are younger, specially those with higher testosterone, it's natural for them to want to experiment physically before getting tied down. It's better not to hurt someone in the process. Right?

All that looks shiny now may not be what is best for your soul growth.

Witch at the end of the world : AM may feel like they need to nip this in the bud so they can go do their thing. Maybe one of you is moving to a different city for a study abroad opportunity. I feel liek you're either in college or doing masters. Early 20 vibes. Like this is the time you make something out of yourself before thinking of settling down.

Movies : love aajkal 2, kartik aryans character from thr flashback. People I've dated. Friends talking about their exes and why they didn't go on to marry their college sweethearts.

I remember reading a quote that went ' women marry who they choose and men marry when they are ready to.

So, liek girl love yourself. You're this fiery feminine presence ,the queen of Wands is the hottest, most passionate and lively Queen of the lot.

Chill out, good things are coming. If your life was a romcom this is the phase where the lead is in love with life, working, singing, practicing a hobby, just doing her thing, walking down the street, exploring new cages with her cool new headphones plugged in. Maybe this connection didn't go as you had hoped because you're meant to fall in love with life and how it feels to be alive 💕🎶 Girl in a new city

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Alrighty boo, I hope this reading brought you some love, support, clarity . I honestly admire your pizazz. And I'd love to have you on my #girlgang 💕✨

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