#also there's not a very close strawberry blonde to what my hair is so i went with yan fei .

[ddarker-dreams]

i was tagged by @luxxid !! as for who i'll tag... hm... @dear-yandere, @khaenruin, @bye-bye-sunbird, @anantaru, @j0succ, @abbacchiosbelt aaand @galair !!

here is the template:

[puripurin]

— Cute!Yan!Monster, who is nothing more than a literal cutiepie. Sure, his jaw is bloody and quite literally hanging by muscles, but his mannerisms are totally different than by how he looks.

The first time you saw him was in an abandoned building you were exploring for fun, dangerously stupid, but quite frankly stupid was in your middle name with all the dangerous stunts you had pulled, so this was the usual.

Until you saw him jump out of nowhere but still didn't come close to you as he banged his head on a piece of hanging metal, to which tears started forming in his eyes.

You pouted as you got a closer look. The monster that had tried to scare you had strawberry blonde hair and deep red eyes. Overall, the monster was cute except for his hanging jaw.

"Erm... are you okay?" You stooped down near him and handed him a napkin. He stared at you before taking it gracefully and wiping away his tears.

"I... I'm sorry for doing a poor job of scaring you... I'm just bad at what I'm supposed to do..." He weeped some more as he patted his tears. His voice was soft and slightly scratchy, but you had no idea where it came from, so that was a bit eerie.

"Hey, no... you actually scared me. The atmosphere was really scary as I heard your footsteps periodically, and I was always looking back. Even if it was botched, you did a good job." You patted his head as his eyes widened in happiness.

"You mean it??? I am so happy that I was able to scare you! Ah! My papa says that if you love someone very much you should marry them!" He nuggled into your chest, leaving you in confusion. "I am not letting you leave here. My papa says you should never let the person you love the most leave... I think that's for the best for you..."

"Wait, what--"

"Ah, anyways, what do you mean by you heard my footsteps periodically?" He looked up at you and tilted his head.

"Oh, it just meant I heard you walking around. Is there an issue?"

"But I don't make sound when I walk."

"Wait... then, who...?"

"Oh! Wait, you're talking about my papa!"

"Your papa?"

Just then, a horned monster layered in short black fur appeared in front of you both and screeched loudly. The cute monster giggled as he ran up to hug his papa. Meanwhile, you pass out in fear.

Eh, i think ill make a fic about his papa later. Oh also, i did post an intro, but deleted it because it was ugly so I'll have redo it, plus i was tired while doing it, so uh yeah. Also, he's not really yandere in the beginning, but once you spend more time, the more he wants to lock you up and keep you as his wife <3

[lifespectator]

Punk Nun

Power bottom nun!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…

Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.

A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.

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Who would have thought?

"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.

That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.

It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'

A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.

"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.

A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.

It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.

Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.

"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.

"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.

"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.

Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.

"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."

You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.

You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.

"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.

You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.

She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.

You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.

"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.

When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.

Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.

"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.

"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.

"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.

You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.

Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.

You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.

You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.

"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.

Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.

You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.

"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.

Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.

"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.

Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.

You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.

The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.

"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.

You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.

The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.

You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.

"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.

"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."

Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.

[leodette]

well, part 2 for you! pretty sure this will actually turn into a series as I have some ideas :) your support and interactions are always welcomed! love you :*

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I Never Wanna See You Walk Away | LN4 | Part 2

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Lando Norris x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: pancake 'date'

warning: age difference (older woman x younger man)

requested: yes / no

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Strawberry pancakes were considered a success. Both Mila and Maxie stuffed their mouths full of the sweet snack, their crash earlier that day long forgotten.

Lando smiled at his little niece. She was basically her dad reborn, the blonde curls making her look like an angel. Only looking though. When they entered the bistro and found a place, Mila insisted on sitting next to her new young friend, while smiling brightly at Max’s aunt. Those two were gigling when the menus were brought to them, Mila’s eyes wide as she looked at the older woman who pointed out different options. The orders were made, Lando getting himself only a cup of cappuccino and her banana split plate, while the kids excitedly talked about the animals.

"Have you ever seen Uncle Lando race, Mila?" the question came, and Lando nearly choked on his coffee, turning towards the little girl and waiting for what she would say.

But Mila only nodded her head, mostly because her mouth was full of strawberries and whipped cream, with a little bit of it sticking to her nose. Lando was about the wipe it off, but his company was quicker, and in no time the kids were talking between themselves again.

"You're good with kids," he murmured towards her, and she only smirked, a small crow feet appearing in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh heck no. Max and my other nephew are the only exceptions. I always steal them away, stuff them full of sugar and return them safely to their respective parents," she smiled and cut off a piece of her banana split.

When they arrived, it started raining outside again, and she shrugged off her rain coat, leaving her in a soft looking grey blouse with a very tastefully deep V neckline. Not too much so her cleavage wasn't right in Lando's nose, but also revealing enough that his imagination was busy making scenarios. And so he now watched, almost hypnotized, how she put the fork in her mouth, her lips closing around it, that damned smirk still on her face and her eyes not leaving his. She knew damn well what she was doing, and Lando prayed to all Gods he knew that she would keep doing it. She quietly asked the waiter for a second fork and gently pushed the plate in his direction.

"C'mon, one banana with chocolate will not wreck your diet plan," she continued smiling, although her eyes softened, and handed him the fork.

Lando felt a sudden warmth in his stomach. No one in a very long time offered to share a piece of basically a junk food with him, all afraid that he would have problem with his diet. But this woman did not. Instead she turned the plate so the bigger piece was in front him, and then patted her nephew's hair, leaving the man in her company with his thoughts for a milisecond.

"So, I guess you probably want a break from all the race talk, right?" her raised eyebrows prompted him to hum in agreement, his eyes drifting to the plate as he cut a piece of the dessert. Lando had summer break, more importantly the two week mandatory leave.

"Technically I'm not even supposed to think racing. Sorry," he smiled back at her, and she chuckled.

"But you can tell me what you do. Since it's quite unfair you know my job," he pointed the fork at her, the second too early for him to understand that it could be considered rude. He knew her for what, an hour maybe? But she seemd a good sport about it. Her fork remained on the table as she pushed the plate completely in front of him, winking at the younger driver before grabbing his coffee cup and taking a sip, then leaning back. Lando was speechless. Someone else could consider it too straightforward. Maybe a bit over the line. But him? No. Mostly because he did that quite a lot to women as well. This time though, his own game turned against him.

"Well, I work for the local travel agency, and do a part-time dj at PRYZM," the smile didn't leave her face when Lando's jaw dropped.

"Wait... you're a dj?" he stumbled, being caught totally off guard. Of all jobs he could think of, playing in a night club wasn't one of them.

"Shocking, right? Who would've thought that on a brim of my thirties I would play for eighteen-year-olds," she chuckled and shrugged, clearly not giving a damn about what people think.

Lando's mind was completely blank. He couldn't imagine the elegantly-dressed woman opposite him behind the mixing board. And his mind continued to produce images. What would she wear? How would she behave? What beats would she play? ... How would she look after her part? Sweaty? Breathless?

"Lost for words?" she raised her eyebrows, one corner of her lips taunting him before she turned to Mila and helped her cut the leftover strawberry in half, Lando's niece immediately taking the other half and putting in on Max's plate.

"I... I'm sorry, you just surprised me," he shook his head, trying to shake the not so pg13 images from his mind.

She waved her hand and took her bag from underneath the chair, rummaging through it for a second before taking out a square of paper and a pen. She scribbled something at the shiny white back of it before sliding it towards him, that seducive smile not leaving her face for even a second. Lando felt like a mouse who just ran into a particularly mischevious cat. Real-life Tom and Jerry.

"Well, maybe real experience will help you," she added, mentioning to the paper before turning back to the children. Lando took it.

It was a pamphlet from PRYZM, the local night club. With a date. And a name. He turned it over. +44 .... .......

"You're welcome to come and see. There's a private booth for my eventual guests. Never used it," she motioned to the paper, almost careless, like she was just talking about the weather.

But Lando knew. Seemed like he had plans for Saturday evening.

Previous - Next

[heartsgettingwiser62]

Ok so I think I may be losing my mind over some plastic wrap lmao

But PLEASE look at this and tell me I'm not crazy and this is actually weird:

Karen I'm begging you to explain to me why the fuck do you have 2 plastic wrap packages from different brands UPSIDE DOWN in your kitchen cabinet. PLS.

Is it just me?? Is this completely normal and I'm losing my mind over nothing??? I mean probably but WHY ARE THEY THE ONLY THING THAT'S UPSIDE DOWN AND PLUS THEY'RE COMPLETELY LEGIBLE

So since I've spent the last 3 hours looking at fucking plastic wrap let me share some thoughts:

First of all, to structure this mess in some way, let's look at the dates. First, at the Reynolds Wrap invention date. Bc PLS LOOK AT THIS

Oh. Looks like it was created in 1947. Do you guys wanna know who was also born in 1947??

I. Uh. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.

"It could be a coincidence" Dude I KNOW I'm just doing this bc I've spent hours researching about plastic wrap and I NEED to tell someone ok y'all are my therapists ksjdalkj

Now the Glad Wrap was founded in 1963, and some pages say that Kali was born in 1963, others in 1964, and others that in s2 she's 16/17 so there's no way she was born back then; so idk about this date.

Now let's go with the ads, starting with Glad Wrap bc it's by far the most interesting one.

I've seen multiple commercials but none of them seemed to have anything meaningful EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE WHICH IS MAKING ME ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY MIND:

Am I crazy. Do I seriously need to sleep. Or does that look an awful lot like Karen Wheeler??? Especially here in s4????

I mean, the hairstyle and the blond hair, but much more importantly, the outfit.

Like?????? I mean I get that it's 80's white wealthy woman fashion, fine, but that's a whole load of coincidences???

Now for the rest of the ad, the plastic wrap thingy that attacks the woman is pretty interesting, as well as the clock in the background for Vecna reasons. Regarding similarities with the Wheeler's kitchen, I could only catch due to the low quality the bowl with apples and the phone on the wall (you can't see it on the screenshot but there's a phone behind Mike). I couldn't really find anything about the strawberries, but if y'all know something pls tell me

As a bonus, the ad is from 1987, which as far as I know is when everyone guesses s5 is gonna take place in

Now there's no much to see in the Reynolds Wrap ads, except maybe this one:

(Ignore the yt bar lmao) Although not as much as the previous one, the woman's outfit in that frame does remind me of this Karen s4 look, the same look she has on that scene the damn plastic wrap came from.

Ik this is all probably meaningless, buuuut do you guys want more meaningless shit??

Let's go back to the Glad Wrap ad. The slogan for that specific ad is "Don't get mad. Get glad." Welp, Vecna's a fan of this last word bc out of 9 times it's said in s5, 4 are said by him.

Let's take a quick look at the most interesting time he says that word. We're in Vecna's monologue in chp 7, and in the same scene just some minutes before, he says this:

"I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized, I didn't have to."

Let's remember the slogan: "Don't get mad. Get glad."

Then, a couple minutes later, in the same scene:

"And soon, others were born. You were born. And I am so glad you were, Eleven. So very glad."

Now literally two seconds before this last line, this shot was happening:

And. Um. Do you. Do you guys know what's used for tattoos. Um.

Plastic wrap???

Do y'all get why I said I've a hundred percent lost my mind sjdfisdjfil

Ok so. That was it. Anyways I couldn't find anything else important about the rest of items in the kitchen shelve. If y'all have a better explanation as to WHY TF are those plastic wrap packages upside down and perfectly legible, PLS TELL ME. This said, goodbye

[skyler1290]

Right, I'm bored and it's late in the night, so I wrote down some random stuff about each of the neo-ancients. Also, there may be a few hints (and one outright saying) of some of their powers down below.

Dark Choco Cookie

- Remember how I said Dark Choco wanted to hide any and everything reminding him and the people around him about his father? Well, he once dyed his hair (of course, to hide its color since it looked really similar to his father's hair). He dyed it blonde (it was the only color he could find), and Choco absolutely regretted it the moment he looked in a mirror. After a day or two, he removed the hair coloring and vowed to never do such a thing again. Stormbringer teases him about this from time to time.

- Choco doesn't react very well when his father is mentioned. That's something him and Frigid have in common.

- Every sword he's felt after the Strawberry Jam Sword hasn't felt right. He can still fight well, sure, but it's like his full potential can't shine through.

- Him and Kouign-Amann sometimes switch swords, just for funsies.

- "What do you mean I can teleport, now?"

- Unsure. He's unusure. About what, you ask? Everything.

Kouign-Amann Cookie

- She's not a Paladin in this AU, but she's aware of them. Kouign likes them and holds admiration for the Crème Knights, however. Not like they'd ever accept her with her parentage, though.

- The cult is after her, and though she acts brave, deep down, paranoia has become a recurring feeling.

- "My father's a cult leader disintegrating people. Do you think I'm ok?!"

- She's always up for a spar with her fellow neo-ancients. Sword fighting is one thing she's really passionate about, after all, and a certain daughter of Dragonberry Cookie shares such an interest.

- Ambition is good. After all, she literally holds the Light of Ambition. But, it also serves as her fatal flaw.

- Healing was never something Kouign-Amann thought she'd be good at. That was more of Saint Vanilla's thing, right? Her Soul Jam may have changed her mind on that.

Raspberry Cookie

- Loyalty is her fatal flaw. It's the same concept as Kouign-Amann having ambition as her fatal flaw while being the holder of the Light of Ambition.

- Her and Royal Berry aren't close, but she does worry about her older brother. She also isn't close with Jungleberry, though she definitely finds her as a respectful figure. Princess Cookie is the only one she's interacted with regularly. They're ok with eachother, and Raspberry is definitely glad to also have someone who finds her freedom important. She views Princess Cookie more like a younger sister than a niece.

- Despite not being blood related to anyone in House Raspberry, she's usually counted as part of it anyways. This is due to a few things she has done for them which has helped significantly. She is aware of Raspberry Mousse Cookie, and she's definitely still proud like canon (that doesn'r change the fact she'd never say it out loud).

- Unlike Dark Choco, Raspberry cut her hair right before she ran away from the kingdom, leaving the cut off hair on her chamber's bathroom floor.

- Just to add more onto it, there's a lot of things she wouldn't say out loud. Each reason is either due to pride, hurt, or even both. The topic of Dragonberry Cookie falls under the last reason mentioned.

- "I miss the kingdom. Was this what Dark Choco felt?"

Mercurial Knight Cookie

- Mercurial is the most calm and stoic out of all of the neo-ancients.

- The other neo-ancients are still unaware of Mercurial Knight's original flavor. The cookie himself is still working that out. Does he want to stay with the identity he has now? Or did that imply that he was loyal to Midnight Lily's cause?

- He misses Elder Faerie, deep down. He had been something that filled the void Midnight Lily had left. But now he's gone, and he accepts that. He holds the Light of Detachment, after all.

- Though, he feels guilty. Mercurial Knight Cookie knows what he's doing is right, but that doesn't lessen the fact he may have grown some sentimental attachments. He misses the Faerie Kingdom. He misses his mother. But he doesn't show it. It's all in the past now, and it's time to move on. Surely time will heal everything.

- "My flavor, you ask? My apologies. I'd rather not say."

- He finds the Light of Detachment's voice as something that brings him up and reminds him of his one true goal: to save Earthbread from the former ancients and protect his fellow neo-ancients while at it. This was an oath he took silently. Unlike the last one, he would not break it.

Stormbringer Cookie

- If you want to know her personality, I'll first have to ask you a question. Do you know what 'EPIC: The Musical' is? If you do, she's almost exactly like Hermes.

- Stormbringer is a demigoddess, but she acts as if she was a full goddess most of the time and refers to herself as the latter. One day, she hopes to ascend to true godhood in a good way unlike her mother.

- Her Soul Jam provided her with less powers than the others since Stormbringer already had quite a few to begin with. The witches wouldn't want someone else becoming too overpowered now, would they?

- "What do you want me to do? Scare them off by sounding some thunder?"

- Connecting to the info above, Stormbringer possesses the ability to sound thunder (but that doesn't mean lightning will strike).

- She often brags how her weapon is the coolest out of all of the equipment the neo-ancients have. They all can't help but agree when it comes to that.

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Sorry for any typos. I'm tired so I'm not going to be rereading this post. I could've written this tomorrow, but I love the BAAU so much, I couldn't help myself.

Beast Ancients AU by @cuppajj

[flower1622]

Years later:

There was a little girl with blonde hair and green eyes playing with her sword toy around a chair, which has another young girl seated on it with black hair and gray eyes. She was reading about greek mythology, a book she received as a birthday present from her grandma Sally, whom she also received the name from. She was reading about the god Poseidon, but she couldn't concentrate due to her sister running and making noise with her mouth while playing with her toy. Sally gets frustrated at her.

Sally: Elle, could you stop it?

Her little sister Estelle or Elle, how people like to call her, just looks confused at her sister.

Elle: Stop what?

Sally points to the toy with her finger angry.

Sally: This!

Elle: But i like to fight with my sword.

Sally only rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

Sally: Yeah? So, fight somewhere else. I'm reading right now.

Elle: Okay!

Elle leaves Sally alone and goes to play in another part of the house.

Sally sighs and continues reading her book.

Sally: Finally!

Then, two people appear in the leaving room arguing with each other.

Annabeth: Percy, i told you i wanted chocolate cake!

Percy: And i wanted a strawberry cake!

Annabeth rolls her eyes, sighs and crosses her arms.

Annabeth: Sally doesn't like strawberries.

Percy crosses his arms too.

Percy: And Elle can't eat chocolate now or she won't let me sleep. Everytime she cries or does something at night, i end up being the one to handle things.

Both stare at each other serious with their arms crossed. Sally only looks at them and sighs.

Sally: You must be kidding me...

Then, the bell rings. Percy and Annabeth keep staring at each other. Sally rolls her eyes and goes to answer the door. She opens it and sees Nico in front of her holding two presents.

Sally: Uncle Nico?

Nico gets a little shy.

Nico: Hey.

Then, someone screams making Sally protect her ears with her hands. Nico winces from the sound. Percy and Annabeth continue staring at each other, not caring about the noise.

Elle: UNCLE NIC!

Elle runs to hug her uncle, making both fall to the ground.

Nico says under Elle's body, almost out of breath:

Nice to see you too, little hurricane.

Sally only sighs and crosses her arms.

Sally: Elle, get off uncle Nico. Let him breath.

But, Elle doesn't move. So, Sally thinks another strategy.

Sally: There are blue cupcakes in the fridge.

Elle stands up quick and runs back to her house to get some blue cupcakes.

Nico takes a time to breath on the floor and Sally reaches her hand for him to take. Sally helps her uncle to stand up.

Sally: Sorry for Elle.

Nico: No problem. She wouldn't be Elle if she didn't do that. She really reminds me of your father.

Nico says and daydreams a little bit. Sally only looks at him confused and snaps her fingers in front of Nico's face, getting his attention.

Sally: Are you alright, uncle?

Nico: Oh...yeah, i'm good.

Sally: So...uh...where is uncle Will?

Sally missed her favourite uncle a lot. He was always teaching her things...like how to save a person in cases of heart attack, drowning or another thing. Sally also likes to hear uncle Will sing. Sally finds uncle Will's voice very beautiful.

Nico says while he gets his presents from the floor and looks at Sally:

He is very busy in the hospital right now. He may arrive later.

Sally nods and motions with her head to inside of her house, asking her uncle Nico to enter. He nods at her and both enter.

Nico sees that there were some decorations of princesses and fishes around the house. Inside the living room, Nico also notices "Happy Birthay" written on the wall and Annabeth and Percy looking at each other with angry faces and their arms crossed.

Nico: Hello?

They don't answer. Nico sighs.

Nico: Chocolate is better than Strawberry.

Annabeth celebrates and gets close to Percy with a mocking expression on her face while she points a finger to him.

Annabeth: Take that, Seaweed Brain!

Percy: That's not fair!

Annabeth and Percy start arguing again with each other. Nico sighs, puts his hands on his waist and yells frustrated.

Nico: WHY DON'T YOU GUYS USE THE TWO CAKES AND HIDE THE CHOCOLATE ONE LATER?!

Percy, Annabeth and even Sally get shocked with Nico's outburst. Percy and Annabeth look at each other with thoughtful expressions on their faces and nod their heads. Then, they smile and kiss each other.

Elle appears in the living room with a happy face.

Elle: Did someone say chocolate?

Nico, Sally, Percy and Annabeth look at Elle and sigh.

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One Door Closes & Another One Opens

Joel x OFC!Divorce Lawyer

Explicit, 18+

Long Time No See

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Summary: She’s a divorce attorney and he’s a husband looking for help to save his daughter, and himself, from his gambling addict wife. Renae Russo is a woman who fights for her clients and wins. She’s satisfied with her life and what she does - but she wishes she could have a little more. What happens when Joel Miller becomes her client and an old flame of Renae’s reignites in the same breath?

Chapter Summary: Trying to fill the void in her heart isn't easy, especially when she doesn’t want to. But when the unexpected happens, she can’t help but leap into it.

Word count: 5.8k

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"So what do you like to do for fun?" Renae forces herself to ask Jack with a forced smile. Across from her is a guy she met on Tinder, and she doesn’t want to be here but Ally forced her to get out there again since the whole…Joel situation, as she called it.

Jack leans back in his seat, resting his right arm on the back of the booth, a small smile playing on his lips, "I love going on spontaneous road trips, exploring new places, trying out different cuisines-"

Renae raises an eyebrow, not expecting such an adventurous answer.

“How about you?"

Renae fidgets with her coffee cup, feeling out of her comfort zone. She glances around nervously, realizing she hasn’t been on a date in years. Ally's voice echoes in her mind, urging her to give Jack a chance. Taking a deep breath, Renae musters a smile and replies, "I enjoy camping, hiking, and reading mystery novels - when I have the chance."

She sips her coffee, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as Jack eats his Caesar salad across from her. “Well, those all sound like cool things, I haven’t been camping much,” he says as he smiles back, clearly trying to keep the conversation moving smoothly. Renae smiles back and continues to tell him about some campsite she’s been to and that she recommends for him to visit.

But a thing she can’t stop herself from doing is comparing him to Joel. She left for his own good, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss him. Jack is nothing like Joel, though also similar in weird, abstract ways. Jack is a couple years younger than Joel, they act very differently.

He divorced his wife of five years about three years ago and he has an eighteen year old son, who just graduated and is going off to college. His hair is a striking shade of strawberry blonde, buzzed cut, giving him a rugged and edgy look. His piercing green eyes are very similar to Renae's, carrying a hint of mischief and wisdom. Despite his mature demeanor, there is a youthful energy that emanates from him, drawing people in with his charismatic presence - what made Renae decide to meet him for lunch.

Jack's unique combination of features sets him apart from most, making him both intriguing and approachable. But Renae finds herself unsure if she's ready to open up again, to let someone new into her life after the intricate experience with Joel.

She must’ve gone silent, because next thing she knows is Jack reaches across the table to hold her hand gently, a reassuring smile on his face. “Sorry,” she apologizes, quickly retracting her hand from his and giving him a small smile to reassure him that she’s okay.

Even though underneath her skin, she’s not.

Renae misses Joel terribly. She longs for the easy banter, the comforting presence she felt with him, even through texts and late-night phone calls. This past year has been a challenge without him by her side. Renae has always prided herself on her independence, but there was something about Joel that made her feel stronger and more hopeful a year ago. She can't quite put her finger on it, but she knows that his absence has left a void in her life that no one else can fill. Even a cool and attractive guy like Jack.

Work hasn’t even felt the same since her and Joel went their own ways. The last year has been really slow for her, mainly because she’s not picking up cases like she should, or she knows she could. Every day at the office feels like a struggle as she navigates through the paperwork, phone calls, and court with a heavy heart. Her distracted mind keeps wandering back to memories of Joel, the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand, the smell of sweat and cologne.

But despite the emotional turmoil, Renae tries her best to focus on her work, pushing through each day with a mixture of determination and sadness. Finally, she seems to have found a new rhythm, a new purpose in her career, and a newfound strength within herself. She’s not sure what she would do otherwise, her job has been her life for too long to just up and leave.

As Jack takes a sip of his water, he looks at Renae with a curious expression, "Do you like your job?" he asks casually. Renae hesitates for a moment, torn between her true feelings and the desire to maintain a facade. She wants to tell Jack that she loves her job, which she truly does, but her recent struggles have dampened her enthusiasm.

Deep down, she knows that her current state of mind has nothing to do with her job, but she can't bring herself to admit the real reason to Jack. With a forced smile, she replies, "Yeah, I do. It's just been a bit challenging lately. Court has been pretty time consuming, but what isn’t nowadays? " Jack nods understandingly, unaware of the underlying truth that Renae is desperately trying to conceal about Joel.

“How do you like real estate?” Renae quickly returns the question to Jack, who’s more than happy to answer. But as his answer drags on, Renae finds herself bored and honestly unimpressed. She can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as he rambles on about properties and market trends.

She prefers a man whose hands are calloused from hard work, not smooth from signing contracts. Jack and Joel couldn't be any different. Jack, with his impeccably manicured hands and polished demeanor, seems to be everything Renae doesn’t want in a partner. However, Joel, with his rough hands and rugged appearance, had a raw magnetism that drew her in instantly.

“…Veronica has been trying to steal this property from me for a couple months now, and I just am sick of it…” Jack briefly stops her train of thoughts, she fakes a small head nod like she understands so he can continue.

But as he does, Renae finds herself sitting here on a date, contrasting the two men… And there’s no way Jack can be the one for her.

As Jack continues to talk enthusiastically about his latest deals, Renae realizes that maybe they're just too different. She longs for someone who can fix a leaky faucet or build a bookshelf, not someone who thrives in the world of selling tactics.

She needs someone like Joel.

—

“…I’d try out my sea legs.”

“But you ain’t got no legs, Lieutenant Dan.”

Renae can’t help but mimic the so-familiar dialogue of Forrest Gump as she sits in her room, freshly showered, with Frankie curled into a medium-sized ball in her comforter-covered lap with her phone next to her. Which is open to her and Joel's messages, frequently going between the movie and her screen.

She can’t help herself. Scrolling through their old messages, a wave of nostalgia washes over her, and a faint smile appears on her face. Their meaningful, intimate, and silly conversations make her heart ache with longing and sorrow.

Oh, how Renae misses it.

The easiness of it all, no arguments with Joel. Phone calls that went for hours, silence never settling for more than a few seconds. Every conversation felt like coming home after a long journey, neither running out of things to tell the other. They could talk about everything and nothing at all, their connection deep and effortless.

But then, life happened. The divorce was finalized, and Renae had to let him go, more for his daughter than anything. Now, the memories of those long conversations linger in Renae's mind like a bittersweet melody.

She wonders if Joel thinks about those moments too, if he misses them as much as she does. Almost everyday, she picks up the phone, ready to dial his number, but she doesn’t. She can’t bring herself to do it.

So she re-reads their conversations… All the time.

“You are one of a kind Rae… I never knew a girl like you could be so funny.”

“I’ll take you out on the pontoon so you can lay out, while I float us down the river… You’ll love it.”

“Darlin’… You don’t need to apologize. You’re a busy gal’, I’m not gonna hold you back.”

“Sarah and Ellie decided it was a good idea to prank me or somethin, today… by pushin me off the boat while I was fishin.”

Deep down, she understands that holding on to whatever they had, or what she thought they had, is doing her no good. Especially if she’s going to do nothing about it.

With a heavy heart, Renae sighs and sets her phone aside, realizing that sometimes, love means letting go. As she goes back to her tv, where Forrest Gump plays, a sense of disappointment washes over her, knowing that she simply can’t move on from him like she wants.

Even a year later.

The memories of their late-night conversations and dreams they shared and didn’t, replay consistently in her head, day and night. Their words, filled with hope and passion, linger in the quiet corners of her mind, like whispers of a forgotten melody.

Renae finds herself drifting back to those moments as she calmly pets Frankie and quickly forgets about the movie she put on to distract herself, reliving the laughter and the deep, heartfelt talks that brought them closer together.

Despite the passing of time, the connection they shared remains vivid and unshakeable to Renae, she can’t shake it. It's as if Joel's presence lingers beside her, guiding her through life's twists and turns.

But the thing is, she knows deep down that Joel feels the same way, that their love was too strong to fade away.

She wants to reach out, but fear holds her back, the fear of rejection, of being vulnerable. She wants nothing more than to reach out to him, to bridge the gap that has grown between them. Yet doubt clouds her mind, whispering cruel lies of inadequacy and unworthiness.

In the quiet moments of the night, or when she’s distracted, she will replay their last conversation, searching for clues, for signs that he still cared. And she remembers him trying his damn best to keep his composure from crumbling in front of her, so maybe there is some hope.

Renae finds herself at a crossroads, yet again. Torn between the yearning for love of her heart and the fear in her soul. Can she gather the courage to reach out to Joel, even for a simple conversation, or can she let him slip away, forever lost in the shadows of what could have been?

—

Last week, Renae was asked by Ally and her husband Daniel if she wanted to join them in their trip to Palo Duro Canyon State Park, just outside Amarillo, Texas, the following week. Feeling adventurous and needing a change in her life, even if it’s just a small trip, she decides to go.

She calls off of work for two days, Monday and Tuesday, and starts packing things up for her three day vacation. She figures she’ll drive there and meet them, only because they both are staying longer than three days and Renae can’t get that much time off.

This morning, she wakes up ready and high with energy, filled with a sense of adventure that pulses through her veins, barely needing her coffee to get her going, something she usually needs everyday. The thought of exploring the breathtaking canyons and discovering the diverse trails and plants ahead fills her with exhilaration. She has missed this feeling, and as she sets out on her way, she promises to herself to never go this long without being adventurous again.

The solo two hour road trip is easy enough. Traffic isn’t terrible for a Sunday afternoon and her music is loud through her speakers and open windows. Renae is about as carefree as she can be at the moment.

With each passing mile she can feel herself getting closer and closer to nature's wonderland, where the beauty of the world envelopes her in a sense of freedom and joy. The sun kisses her arm that hangs out her driver side window, the wind whispers secrets in her ear, and the earth welcomes her with open arms as she drives down this windy road.

Next thing she sees is this picturesque cabin that Ally and Daniel have rented for the week, and she feels like she is entering a world of magic. Goosebumps form on her arms, even with the warm sun shining on her. Parking her car next to Daniel’s pickup truck, she steps out and the scent of heat and wildflowers fill her senses immediately.

Ally and Daniel come out to the porch, beaming with excitement to show Renae around their temporary haven. The cabin is a cozy retreat in the desert but scattered with large trees, it’s a charming rustic feel that instantly makes Renae feel at home.

“How was the drive here?" Ally asks, helping Renae unload things from her car. Renae takes a deep breath and leans against the vehicle smiling, grateful for her friend's thoughtfulness.

"Not bad, any longer though I woulda’ been exhausted!" She admits, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. The two friends laugh.

“I don’t blame ya,” Daniel laughs with them, carrying the cooler from her trunk.

"Well, you made it at a good time!" Ally tells Renae as they walk through the decent sized cabin, dropping her bags in front of the couch in the cozy living room. “Daniel just got done grilling chicken tacos for dinner- my personal favorite of his.”

Mhmmm, Renae smells the sweet aroma of grilled chicken tacos fills the air coming from the open back door, making her mouth water.

“God, I’m starvin’ too!”

The two girls leave the room and find Daniel in the backyard, with a big grin on his face, proudly presenting the sizzling tacos to his friends on a big plate right off the grill.

The warm summer evening feels perfect, the suns starting to set so the heat isn’t too brutal, she’s with good friends and good food, at an even better location for the next couple days.

As they enjoy the delicious meal, Ally asks Renae how her date with Jack went last week. Renae's honest response catches Ally off guard as she admits that she hated it. She elaborates on how Jack talked non-stop about himself and his stupid real estate deals, and showed little to no interest in really getting to know her - just the basic questions that everyone asks.

“All he talked about was his damn business, but in a cocky ass way, ya’ know?” Renae gets annoyed from simply talking about it again, “Oh- and how Veronica keeps stealing his properties or somethin’. Like, if you’re into your coworker, just tell me!”

Ally listens intently, offering sympathy and understanding, but also laughing with Renae about it all. “Jesus, girl,” she says, “Sounds like you got out at the right time with that one.”

Renae laughs as she swallows a bite of the garlicky chicken, she’s relieved to finally share her true feelings about the disastrous date and not have to worry about Ally’s reaction. “I am stayin’ away from the apps forever now… Fuck those things!”

“I don’t blame you!” Ally agrees, raising her hand for a high five from Renae, who smacks her hand enthusiastically.

Between laughs, a comfortable silence settles over the tables, everyone savoring their food, the delicious chicken with lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese all wrapped in a corn tortilla. Renae can’t remember the last time she ate something this good.

After a few minutes, Daniel asks, “Have you heard from Joel at all?”

Renae about chokes on her food, not expecting to hear that name at all this vacation. She watches Ally instantly scold him for asking about Joel, knowing the painful history behind it. Renae quickly composes herself, hiding the rush of emotions flooding back at the mention of Joel.

She forces a smile and casually replies, "No. I haven't and I’m not sure if I wanna,” she confesses, swallowing some beer that Ally had grabbed, “It’s been just over a year, so… Why now, you know?”

Daniel senses the tension in her voice and swiftly changes the subject, but Renae's mind drifts back to memories she had buried for this trip, wondering if fate had brought up Joel's name for a reason.

It’s hard for her to shake the feeling that Joel's sudden reappearance is more than mere coincidence. Is this a chance to rewrite their story, or is it a reminder of the past she has worked so hard to forget?

—

“You comin’, slow pokes?” Renae laughs as she rests by a large clay canyon, Ally and Daniel a few yards behind her. “Yeah, yeah, shut up!” Ally hollers back with a smile, Daniel laughing behind her.

They set out early this morning, leaving the cabin around eight, eager to explore the rugged beauty of the canyons and the desert. After hiking for a few hours along the winding trails, Renae marvels at the towering rock formations and vibrant wildflowers that scatter the landscape.

Renae's steps are rhythmic, the sun warming her skin and the breeze refreshing her spirit. Her thoughts drift between the beauty of the surroundings and the turmoil within her heart. Thanks to Daniel at dinner last night, the thought of Joel keeps creeping in more and more. This hike was supposed to be her escape from it all, which it still is, but not as much as she would like, a temporary reprieve from the chaos of her life - which is exactly what she wanted when she decided to come.

As she climbs higher, leaving Ally and Daniel to catch up with her, she leaves her worries behind and feels a sense of freedom wash over her. However, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t help but glance at her phone occasionally, hoping for a message from Joel, even though this trip isn’t supposed to be about him.

Her thoughts drift to him, now navigating the uncharted waters of single-dad life. She wonders how he's holding up, what struggles and triumphs he faces daily. If he’s found someone knew for him and his daughter, someone who’s able to be there for him. Her mind wanders to Sarah, hoping she's finding joy in her endeavors. She can't help herself from wondering if Annie is finally complying with the court order or if she's still dancing on the edge of defiance.

The canyon echoes with the mysteries of their lives, reminding Renae of the fragile threads that connect them all.

She contemplates sending him a gorgeous picture of the desert that she got earlier this morning, but she stops herself. She thought that would be just a little weird, no contact for a year but then a random photo? It just doesn’t make sense, at least in Renae’s mind.

But even with all that playing in her head, she’s content to be alone in nature, finding solace in the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally reaching the highest point of their hike, Renae feels her heart race, her legs burning from the steep climb. She takes a moment to catch her breath, then turns around to face the canyon spread out before her. The sun at its highest point, casting a golden light over the jagged cliffs and deep ravines.

Renae's breath catches in her throat at the beauty of it all. She knows the other two will be joining her soon, but for now, she has this moment all to herself. She closes her eyes and lets the cool breeze wash over her, feeling a sense of peace and accomplishment wash over her. This is a moment she will never forget and always cherish.

“God damn Russo,” Daniel huffs behind her, “I thought you said you haven’t done this in awhile.”

Renae laughs, her ponytail swinging as she turns her head. “Well, it’s like ridin’ a bike, you never really forget,” she replies, teasing him, causing him and Ally to chuckle. But she’s honestly just as surprised as he is, she didn’t think this was going to be as easy as it is.

The sun beats down on them, casting dappled shadows from their bodies at the top of the canyon. Ally and Daniel sit down next to Renae, who’s still standing, catching their breath and taking in the beauty around them.

Renae smiles at him, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Worth it, right?” she asks. Ally nods in response after downing some water, her heart full, grateful for this adventure with her husband and best friend.

“Yeah,” she whispers, “I think so too.”

—

“Bianca, don’t go too far please!” Renae yells to her niece, who yells back, I won’t, as she races around the playground, her laughter mixed with dozens of other kids fill the air, echoing Renae's heart with joy. Gia, with her baby Aliya, admires Bianca's zest for life and the way that Bianca just adores her little sister, much like how Renae and Gia used to be. The bond between the two sisters watching the young ones play was unbreakable, rooted in shared memories and unspoken understanding.

The afternoon sun casts a warm glow on the playground, bringing a sense of peace and contentment. Renae can’t help but smile as she sees Bianca making new friends, even if it is just for the weekend they’re here, her spirit contagious to those around her. It’s moments like this that remind Renae of the beauty of family and the magic of childhood.

“How are you doin’ Rae? With the Joel situation,” Gia asks, breaking the calm silence between them as she rests Aliyah on her thigh, feeding her small bites of cut up fruits.

“You want the truth?” Renae defeatedly asks her, and Gia nods her head.

“I thought I could move on. I mean, just a couple months ago I went hikin’ with Ally and I found myself thinkin’ of him the whole three days I was there.” She sighs, “I miss him so much. I don’t know why I left, we could’ve figured it out,” Renae's heart feels heavy as she opens up to her sister about Joel, constantly playing with her soft curls and trying to hide her anxiety.

Holding Aliyah on her lap, Gia listens attentively as Renae speaks. The weight of regret and longing is evident in Renae's voice as she admits how much this whole thing has messed with her. Gia's eyes fill with understanding as she tries to comfort her sister, not really knowing the pain she’s going through, but trying her best to understand.

“How long has it been?” Gia asks, still feeding Aliyah, making sure she doesn’t choke.

“It'll be a year and six months, next week…” Renae reluctantly tells her sister, “It’s ridiculous, I know-“

“No, it’s really not, Rae… You’re healing in your own way, even if that means still being in the same spot you were in a year ago. Everyone deals with shit differently.” Renae’s head perks up from staring at the woodchips beneath her heels, you really think so? Gia warmly smiles, yes, I do, causing Renae to smile back with a small tear in her eyes.

Suddenly Aliyah burps loudly, loud enough to think that this burp came from a man - not a twenty month old toddler. “S’cuse me,” she shyly giggles, causing Renae and Gia to burst out laughing, breaking the sadness that was swallowing them both.

After the laughter between them dies down a bit, Gia reaches out and places a comforting hand on her sister's knee. "It's never too late to make things right, Rae. Maybe it's time to reach out to Joel and see if you can work things out," she suggests gently, “And if it doesn’t work out…then you gotta let him go, for good.”

Renae looks into Gia’s eyes, a glimmer of hope shines as she contemplates her next move, “Maybe you’re right…” Renae admits, looking away from her sister to look for Bianca and when she finds her, she can’t believe her eyes.

Her heart races as she sees Sarah sitting with Bianca on the swing set. That can’t be- no fuckin way. She has never met Sarah in person, only seen pictures Joel had shown her. But the resemblance is uncanny. Could it be a doppelgänger? However, before she can process what’s happening, she sees him.

Joel.

Memories flood back, the very same ones she was just venting about to Gia - the laughter, the tears, the love that once bloomed between them. Renae was not prepared for this unexpected encounter, she was planning on reaching out to him in a couple days.

Then just like that, Joel looks up from the swings and spots Renae, and it’s almost like he’s seen a ghost, his face pale, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. Renae, flustered, tries her best to smile but she only gives a small wave instead, not moving from the bench. In that moment, time stands still as Renae grapples with her emotions, torn between the past and the present. The story of their unfinished love about to unfold once again.

Joel smiles back and bends down to tell Sarah something before he starts walking towards Renae, his heart pounding in his chest.

“That’s Joel?” Gia quietly asks Renae as she gives Aliyah some toys to play with on her blanket on the ground, all Renae can do is subtly nod her head. “Holy shit… I can see why you’re struggling’ so much,” Gia chuckles to herself, stopping herself from drooling at the sight of the handsome man coming in their direction.

Renae’s heart races as Joel gets closer, unsure of what to expect, what to say, or what he’s even going to say. As he reaches her, Joel nervously clears his throat and says, "Hey Renae, I've-uh been meanin’ to talk to you… Do you, uh- do you wanna grab some dinner later?” Renae can’t believe what she just heard, Gia smirking next to her.

She softly smiles, a wide grin spread across her face, unable to contain her excitement. "Pick me up at seven?" she asks, feeling a rush of emotions at the thought of reuniting with Joel after a year and a half.

Joel is just as thrilled as Renae. The spark between them has never dimmed, despite the passing time and distance. “See you at seven, Rae,” he smirks along with a subtle wink and a higher level of confidence than when he walked up.

Before Renae can say bye, or anything, she sees Bianca right behind Joel. "Aunt Renae, I'm hungry," she exclaims, squeezing herself between Renae and Joel. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she continues, "Sarah and Ellie said there's a cool ice cream spot down the street... Can I go with them?" Joel raises an eyebrow at the sudden request, Sarah and Ellie peeking out from behind Bianca, their expressions a mix of excitement and playfulness.

Almost like they know exactly what they’re doing.

Suddenly Gia bursts out laughing, her contagious giggles filling the air. Joel and Renae can’t resist joining in, their laughter blending together in harmony. Renae feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, the tension of the moment dissolving into laughter.

As Gia wipes away the tears, she looks at Joel and sees pure love and affection in his eyes as he stares at Renae. As a baby sister, she couldn’t be happier for Renae, it’s what she needs and deserves. It’s been too long since she’s had a win for herself.

“What’s so funny?” Bianca asks, highly confused and before Renae or Joel can answer, Sarah and Ellie whisper in her ear. And then it seems like it clicks, like she all of a sudden knew all the history between her aunt and her new friend's dad.

—

Renae gets lost in Joel’s chocolate eyes again, the warm eyes she fell for a year ago. She never thought she’d be able to look at him again, let alone go out to dinner with him. And not as her client, but a possible significant other.

Sitting across from each other in the cozy restaurant, the air between them crackling with unspoken words, Renae feels a rush of emotions she hasn’t experienced in a long time. Their conversation flows effortlessly, filled with laughter and meaningful words.

Renae can’t hold back the question that’s been on her mind since they sat down, she gazes into Joel's chocolate orbs, the flickering candle casting a warm glow on their faces. She’s been debating whether or not to ask it, but for her own peace of mind, she has too.

"Has this past year been as hard for you as it has been for me?"

Joel pauses his chewing, his expression softening as he reaches out to take Renae's hand that rests on the white tablecloth table. She sees him take a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth, like he’s thinking hard on the question.

"It’s been one of the hardest in my life," he confesses with glossy eyes, “N’ I think that says a lot.”

Renae feels her heart swell with love and gratitude as she looks into Joel's eyes across the table. Her stomach flips, her lips tighten into a small smile, and her eyes full of love. The year apart seems like a distant memory now, as their connection feels stronger than ever.

With a gentle smile, she tightens her grip on his hand, feeling the warmth and familiarity that it brings. Joel returns her gaze with equal affection, silently conveying the depth of his true feelings for her. In this very moment, Renae knows that despite the pain they faced, their love has only deepened and grown over time.

“More wine?” The waitress asks out of nowhere, causing Renae to jump back in her seat, letting go of Joel’s hand. Please, she accepts with a head nod. Red wine fills both of their glasses, before she walks away leaving Joel and Renae to continue their conversation. The dimly lit restaurant is a perfect setting for Joel and Renae to enjoy their night together, nothing too busy and nothing too empty.

With each sip, Renae’s words flow effortlessly, forging a connection that transcends the noisy chatter around them. “I tried dating a few times,” she confesses to him as she cuts into her steak.

Joel's eyes sparkle with interest at her words, “N’ how did that go?” He can’t help but smirk, the wine affecting him more than he thought.

Renae takes a bite of steak, savoring the flavor for a moment before giving Joel a face that is full of sarcasm and humor. After she swallows she tells him,“Fucking awful!” Causing Joel to burst into laughter. Renae can’t help but laugh along with him, the two of them sharing a moment of genuine joy.

Simple moments of connection like these are what made their friendship so special, where they could be themselves and exchange playful jabs without missing a beat. It’s what has Renae hooked on him, yearning for more and more each time.

Joel wipes away a small tear, still chuckling, as Renae rolls her eyes with a smile, chewing her steak while Joel takes a sip of wine. “How’s single dad life treatin’ you?” she asks, her tone teasing yet filled with genuine curiosity. Joel looks at her with a mix of amusement and contentment, grateful for the easy camaraderie they've always shared.

"It's a wild ride, that's for sure," he replies, a hint of exhaustion underlying his words. Renae nods understandingly, “Sarah loves havin’ just me in the home. She told me that all Annie does is talk shit ‘bout me when she’s there, but Sarah knows she’s talkin’ out her ass.”

Renae stops chewing, almost choking as she swallows the food at the sound of his words spill from him. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Even though she knows Joel absolutely loves his daughter and did what he had to do to save her, Annie has no right to speak like that to her own daughter.

Joel lets out a soft sigh, gazing into the distance for a moment before replying, “Yep. I hate that Sarah’s in this position, but she’s twelve - almost thirteen, so she understands her mom and me.” Joel admits, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m kinda hopin’ Annie just stops showin’ up to pickups. It would be so much easier…for everyone.”

Renae senses the weight of his words, enough for her to almost feel like she knows exactly what he’s going through. His nonchalant shrug couldn't conceal the underlying turmoil caused by Annie's presence. She sees the conflict in his eyes, torn between compassion and self-preservation.

Despite his resolve, the lingering pain of past memories still haunts him and Renae can sense that. She silently vows to support him through this emotional battle, knowing that healing take’s time, but believing that one day, Joel will find peace when it comes to Annie.

“Well,” Renae gently starts, catching Joel’s attention immediately, “There is somethin’ that can be done, through the court, if you wanna do it. I’m not gonna push you because the court takes a lot out of you.”

“No. I can’t- Sarah can’t go through that.” Joel stops Renae from going more into it, “I’ve done my research ’bout the whole thing, but I just can’t put Sarah into that.”

Renae swiftly shakes her head, completely understanding Joel's wants and needs. She knows that he doesn't want his young daughter to go through the emotional turmoil of a custody battle in court. One that has already happened as Sarah’s almost thirteen, and at some point she can’t just tell her mom that she doesn’t want to be around her anymore.

So Renae gently places a comforting hand on Joel's hand across from her once again, offering her support and reassurance in this difficult time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. So tell me, what else is new with you?

[ta-ni-ya]

When I came back from my break I added in my announcement that I had 4 new ocs to introduce and here is one of them!

MY KNY OC- Hina Aoki

Age- 13-14

Breathing style- melody (it’s kinda complicated, will explain!)

@kiyokatokito really helped me a lot with her breathing style so big credits to her! :3

She is gonna be mitsuri’s tsugoku btw

Andddd this is supposed to be an au because she’s shipped with a dead character 😃

I also didn’t add anything about her ship here!

And I’ll be colouring this soon too :3

Her backstory- she is an only child living with her parents, she never had much friends and everyone would eventually either move away or got busy with their things. All the friends she made weren’t really close and sometimes wouldn’t even acknowledge her but hina was too innocent to know their real motives.

Once she decided to join the demon slayer corps, all her friends hated her and thought she had gone insane, saying things like ‘demons don’t exist’. You can say they were already looking for a chance to leave hina so it didn’t bother them what she did after that.

Hina was very sad and her once known bright personality disappeared. She didn’t understand but she definitely got trust issues and found it hard to make friends with her colleagues. She only opens up to people like her mentor Mitsuri!

Some info about her breathing style- as the name melody itself is very self explanatory, there’s this word ‘mellifluous’ which means a sound that is sweet or smooth, pleasing to the ear. Me and kiyo got the whole idea about her breathing style from that word!

Her sword is shaped all wavy because she uses it for a very important purpose while fighting! Her body is a little small for her age (kinda like shinobu?) by it’s just her height and she’s still growing ofc. But being light weighted she is fast and she used it to her advantage, she easily moves from once spot to another creating melodic sound waves from her katana.

Mitsuri’s katana is itself very weirdly shaped so she learns some things about it and makes her katana’s movements accordingly. Moving around quickly allows her to distract and confuse the demon until its guard is down.

Since her breathing style is created from love/flame breathing, her cuts don’t hurt at the beginning but as soon the demon stops hearing her melody, that cut burns like hell and they realise it’s the end (kinda like a paper cut? It’s small but hurts a lot)

Her moments are like a feather dancing in the air. She basically created this technique because she kinda related it to her old friends? They would sugarcoat her and then suddenly went bitter towards her! Just like how she makes them distract with her melody and slashes them suddenly.

Headcanons I got so far for her!

She loves flowers, cherries and honey!

She loves spending time with mitsuri the most because she never treated her wrong!

Her first friend that genuinely treated her well was one and only kiyoka ;3 (@kiyokatokito’s oc)

Her fav colours are red and light pink

Her hair colour is supposed to be strawberry blonde just in case you get confused 🤷🏻‍♀️

She is flexible but not as flexible as mitsuri :3

She’s 4’5 😗

[prescottsgirl]

SHE’S SO SOFT LIKE SILK CHIFFON

sidney prescott x tatum riley

summary: emotions are high after an eventual night. tatum and sidney can’t keep their feelings contained anymore at their sleepover. they can’t keep their hands to themselves either.

warnings: none

note: my first tatney/satum fic!! also title is inspired by silk chiffon by muna bc duh

Tatum lightly bobs her head to the soft melody playing and Sidney looks over at the poster on the wall of a shirtless actor. She thinks; she doesn't want to kiss that man as much as she does Tatum. She should feel attracted to that, but the only ounce of attention that picture gets is when Tatum makes her flustered and she has to look at anything else besides her.

She thinks about what it would feel like to kiss Tatum. To think about soft blonde hair, and soft skin, and kissing her best friend. She wants to do each others makeup, and giggle at movies, and paint each others nails, but she also really wants to kiss Tatum.

She notices all the little things about Tatum, and she falls further in love with her. How she wears shirts that barely cover her stomach and she loves to show off her legs with little skirts. But when it was just her and Sidney, she always wore childish pajamas and cuddled with her stuffed animals. Sidney got to see all of her. Not just the Tatum that the boys want to see.

"I think you're going to drill a hole through my wall if you stare at that picture any longer," Tatum says boldly. Sidney turns her head and looks shocked at the fact that Tatum was still even there. She realizes that she was staring right at her.

"What?"

Tatum rolls her eyes at her, but she doesn't do it with malice. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Sidney shakes her head, but she continues on talking, "I just— do you think something’s...wrong with me?"

"What?" Tatum now says. She looks offended that her best friend would ever say something negative about herself. "This is going to sound bias but absolutely not. Why? Did grease-ball-Billy say something to you?"

"No," Sidney sharply replies. She broke up with Billy a few weeks ago. She wasn't attracted to him and she didn't think it was fair to continue the relationship. He, still, continues to try and change her mind. "I just— why don't I like Billy? You always tell me how he's so perfect and all the girls love him..."

Tatum sighs and moves over to the other bed that she bought specifically for Sidney when she sleeps over. Somehow they always end up in one bed by the morning. She sits cross cross and is directly facing her best friend. Sidney can smell Tatum's strawberry shampoo from where she sitting, and she can already feel herself falling into a hazy trance.

"So what? You're not attracted to Billy. There are so much better men out there." Tatum says it like it's not big deal, but Sidney's heart sinks and she feels the walls closing in on her.

Tatum notices that Sid's not content with her response. There's something deeper that's bugging her. "You don't need a boyfriend anyways. You have your best friend." Tatum nudges Sidney's shoulder and she only slightly smiles. Right. Her Best friend. That seems to be the problem.

"It's just that every time Billy touches me I just want to be small and run away. But everytime you even hug me I feel safe and it's comforting." Tatum's eyebrows raise at her best friends confession. Sidney doesn't even process what had been said until she sees Tatum's reaction. "Oh. I didn't mean it like—"

"It's fine," Tatum says. She doesn't want Sidney to work herself up, she doesn't want Sidney to stop talking either. "Keep talking."

Sidney was always very smart, but Tatum knew more about love and relationships than her. She was never interested and always had to pretend that she wasn't staring at the women in a romcom when Tatum would make her watch them.

"I know you're my best friend. It's supposed to feel this way."

"What way?" Tatum pushes, because they'll get nowhere if she doesn't. Sidney is good at doubting herself and falling back on her feelings.

"Like...jealous when Stu holds your waist or kisses you," Sidney admits, and her cheeks burn a bright shade of red because deep down she knows that that's not what best friends are supposed to feel. And deep down she knows that she wants to be able to kiss her the way Stu does.

Tatum reaches out and holds onto Sidney's waist. It's awkward because they're sitting down, but Sidney can only focus on the feeling of gentle fingertips on her body. Every time Billy tries to hold her like that, she squirms away. He's too aggressive with it and his fingers poke too hard into her skin. 

"Like this?" Tatum asks, referring to what makes Sidney so jealous.

"Mhm." Sidney's voice is weak and fragile, and if they weren't sitting so close then Tatum wouldn't have even heard her.

"I hate when Billy would touch you like this," she moves her hand down to Sidney's thigh. Closer to her knee than anything because she respects her best friend.

Tatum watches a lump go down Sidney's throat as she swallows down her anxiety. "You got jealous of us too?"

"Mhm," Tatum now says, sounding more sensual than Sidney did. "Made me so mad. Wanna know why?" All Sidney can do now is nod. She really, really, wants to know why, but she forgot how to even speak.

"Because I wanted to do that to you." Tatum whispers it, and they're so close that Sidney actually hears it. She can feel her best friends breath against her face and it makes her shiver. But she's not even cold. Why does she feel this way?

"Well...you— you finally got to," Sidney says and nervously chuckles. She feels like she ruined that moment but Tatum doesn't bat an eye.

"Maybe you should kiss me. So I can get the real idea."

Sidney doesn't even move. She doesn't even know how to do this. She's been in a romantic relationship but this is with Tatum. Her best friend, another woman, someone who actually makes her heart beat faster than it should.

"I don't know how..." Sidney trails off and hopes that her best friend comes to an understanding of her resistance. She wants to kiss Tatum so bad that it's actually dizzying, but she doesn't want to ruin it.

"Kiss me like you kiss Billy."

Sidney feels a boost of confidence with this. Tatum wants her to kiss her. She just wonders if Tatum wants it in the same way she does. She couldn't possibly...right?

Sidney puts her hand on Tatum's jaw so she doesn’t move. And it takes her a minute to actually put her lips on Tatum's. Her skin is just so fucking soft under her fingertips.

She finally moves her face closer. Her lips taste sweet like the cherry lollipops that she always sucks on. And then Sidney can't stop thinking about that goddamn lollipop and the way that her favorite blonde stares her down as she licks it. Suddenly, everything starts to piece together and make sense.

And she doesn't kiss Tatum like she kisses Billy. She kisses her likes she really wants it, like she needs it. That not how she kisses him.

The kiss doesn't last long, but neither of them seem to move more than a couple centimeters away from each other. They stare back at one another like they've witnessed the collapse and creation of the world.

Sidney doesn't know where to go from here. She liked it more than she thought she would.

"Do you feel something right here," Tatum pokes Sidney's stomach as she speaks, "that you don't feel when you kiss Billy?"

Sidney doesn't even want to answer that, because she can hardly even admit to it in the safety of her own head. Her face is a deeper shade of red now and Tatum's bright light is only accentuating that. That itself answers Tatum's question.

All Sidney does is nod and she doesn't understand why she feels the need to cry at this confession. She doesn't though. She just bites her tongue because crying right now would just be embarrassing.

"Me too." Sidney feels a little better at Tatum's same confession. If only it weren't for the nagging anxiety in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't supposed to like this. Her dad probably wouldn't approve and the entire school would be even more disgusted with her than they all already are. "I'm really into you, Sid."

But, suddenly, she doesn't care what anyone else thinks. All that matters is the fact that she just kissed her best friend and liked it. All that matters is that Tatum Riley just admitted to the same feelings Sidney has.

Sidney leans forward and presses her lips against Tatum's again. It's enough to show her that her feelings are certainly reciprocated.

Before Sidney knows it, she's being pushed back on the bed and Tatum's on-top, straddling her. Tatum's never moves her lips away from Sidney's. She can't get enough of the sweet taste of her best friend.

Tatum's blonde hair tickles Sidney's face and her body pressed against her makes her feel warm. But all she can think about is the way Tatum's tongue glides across her bottom lip, or even the way that her breasts press again her body. She thinks she's going to melt in this warmth.

Tatum's the one to pull back. She looks for any sign of discomfort on Sidney's face, but she can't seem to find it. She wants to keep kissing her, making her feel alive, but she can see her best friend is struggling to keep her heavy eyes open.

Maybe they should both sleep now. Maybe they should sleep and clear their heads.

Sidney holds Tatum by the back of her neck and tries to bring her in for more but she doesn't reciprocate it. She worries for a moment that she went too far, but Sidney quickly pushes back those thoughts as Tatum speaks. "You're so tired," she says. And it's the simplest thing in the world. They just made out, they just confessed their feelings, but Sidney's tired and she needs to sleep.

"I know but I wanna kiss you," her words are almost slurred. She's so drunk on Tatum. She needs to make up for all those years that she didn't kiss her best friend.

Tatum plops herself beside Sidney on the bed and before the young brunette can cuddle closer, she's being pulled on top of Tatum by her waist. She didn't know Tatum was that strong. Maybe she's just too sleepy.

She lays her head down on Tatum chest and the blonde girls arm wraps around Sidney's body. She feels so safe here. She hasn't felt so safe and comfortable since her mother died. But nobody can hurt her in Tatum's arms. She can rest. Finally, she can rest without being so afraid.

Tatum could stay up all night to make Sidney feel good, but Sidney was always had a schedule with herself. She would never be able to get up for school if she didn't go to bed. And Tatum cares more about Sidney's needs and wants than her own.

"Goodnight, Sid," Tatum says, and continues in a whisper, "I love you."

She's said it before. Of course she has. She loves her best friend. But now she loves her...girlfriend? Is that what she is now?

Sidney eyes quickly start closing in the comfort of her lovers arms until she's fully asleep. Tatum just watches with a gentle smile on her face. Watches the way her long dark eyelashes flutter, watches the way that her teeth show through the small gap of her parted lips.

She too eventually drifts off.

-

Sidney always thinks of Tatum as the sun goes down, and now it rises with her in Tatum's arms. It's a full circle, she's think. She's so glad that circles are never ending.

When Sidney wakes up, she's still in Tatum's arms, and the girl is still sleeping. She knows there's school today, and she's a good girl; she gets good grades and doesn't miss any days of school. But was the feeling of academic success better than this? She'd rather lay here in Tatum's warm arms than sit on a cold hard chair all day. So she simply doesn't wake her up.

Sidney tries to hold in a giggle at the way that Tatum's nose scrunches in her sleep as stray frizzy hair tickles her nose. She bites down on her lip, hardly realizing that she's nearly drawing blood. Her finger lightly trace the outline of the young blondes pale jawline.

She wants to lean down and replace her fingers with her lips, but her desires are interrupted by Tatum's eyes fluttering open. Her dark eyes were flaked with gold and Sidney seemed to be mesmerized by it. It suddenly didn't matter that they had this confusing affair going on. All that mattered was the way Tatum looked at Sidney like the sky rose and fell with her.

"Good morning," Tatum says it first, because she could see how lost Sidney looked.

Neither of them make an effort to move out of each others arms. It was then that they realized that they didn’t need to just sleep whatever happened last night off. They truly wanted what they gave each other.

"Mornin," Sidney responds and Tatum can hardly understand her when the brunette slurs her words with the way her mouth moves again hers.

Tatum's taken back but the sudden confidence in her lover. Her cheeks shine a bright shade of pink in the morning sunlight that peaks through the crack of her sheer curtains. She focuses on how noticeable Sidney's freckles are in the morning light, and the way that her lips are still plump from the kiss. She thinks she can get used to waking up like this.

"We gotta get dressed. Sorry for not waking you." Sidney’s not truly sorry. She knows Tatum shows up late to school most of the time and that she’d rather stay here in bed with her anyways.

Sidney attempts to get up, but Tatum grabs her arm and keeps her in place. There’s something in the way that Tatum grabs her that isn’t so greedy and aggressive. Her heart doesn’t sink when she’s pulled back. She doesn’t wonder if that hand around her arm is going to squeeze too tight until she just explodes. Tatum’s gentle, and her fingertips softly brush against Sidney’s arms while she holds it.

“Not so fast,” Tatum speaks to her in a quiet, tired manner. Her eyes are still foggy with sleep, and her brain is still in a dreamlike state. Maybe it’s just Sidney. Maybe she feels like she’s in a dream because she’s curled up in bed with Sid.

“We’re gonna be late—” Her words are cut off by the soft press of Tatum’s lips shutting her up. She sighs into it. A gentle, content sigh. And suddenly nothing else in the world matters too much.

“Okay now we can get dressed,” Tatum says, and gets up, but it takes Sidney a moment to process it.

-

Tatum sits at her vanity while she finishes up her makeup and begins doing her hair. Sidney’s stands in the background of Tatum’s mirror while she throws her clothes on. The young blonde tries so hard not to be distracted by Sidney’s lacy white bra on her body, or the soft pale skin of her stomach. She tries so hard to focus on her hair.

She gets frustrated as she tries to run a brush through her hair though. It's so frizzy and tangled and the more she brushes it, the puffier it gets. Tatum loves fashion and makeup, but as soon as she has to do her hair, it's a lost cause.

Sidney notices Tatum's struggle and walks over to her. She stands behind her and looks at her through the vanity mirror. "Stop fussing. Do you want me to do two braids for you?" Sidney talks so gentle and all of Tatum's anger flutters away. She picks up her brush before she even gets a response because she can't stand seeing Tatum so frustrated.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Tatum's picky with who touches her hair. In middle school, she was so stubborn that she wouldn't even let her own mother help her brush and style it. She would wait until she got to school to let Sidney do it for her. Sidney was always better at doing hair than she was and it never hurt when she brushes through all the knots for her.

She watched Sidney through the mirror the entire time that her hands work on her hair. Her eyes almost flutter closed as she has her blonde strands brushed through but she's too entranced by Sidney.

When she's done with her task, she looks at the braided hairstyle in the mirror. Instead, she meets Tatum's eyes, locking with hers. It's makes both of their cheeks burn a bright shade of red. Tatum doesn't get embarrassed that often, but this had caught her off guard.

Sidney finally clears her throat and lightly smiles. "All done. Ya like?"

"Love it, Sid. Thank you." They both pretend like it didn't happen. But then Tatum decides to stand up and kiss Sidney's pink cheek. She thinks it adorable how Tatum has to stand on her tippy toes to kiss her, especially with Sidney having a small heel on her boot.

Sidney turns her head to the side so she can properly kiss Tatum this time. Both girls are flustering messes at this point, but neither of them can stop.

"We should go have breakfast before we're late." Sidney says, somehow having Tatum's confidence rubbed off onto her now.

"Breakfast. Right. C'mon."

[doll-elvis]

I’ve seen these photos of Priscilla on Pinterest and she looks so upset, do you know if there’s any back story behind these photos

hello and thank you very much for sending in this ask ꨄ︎!!

I’ve always been too distracted by that absolute unit of strawberry-blonde hair on Priscilla’s head to notice her expression but after closer observation I think you’re completely right in your assessment of her mood- sis was looking like she would rather be anywhere else 😭

after a quick google search and finding out that these photos were taken in April (sometime after the 23rd) of 1966, her expression started to make all the more sense

and not only is the date important for the context of these photos, but that unit of hair could also be very important

just a quick disclaimer: since Priscilla herself hasn’t spoken on these photos anything I say below is merely my own speculation as to why she may have looked upset on that day

To begin, according to Peter Guralnick's "Careless Love”, Elvis had just finished filming for his 22nd picture Spinout, in California, when he returned to Memphis with Priscilla on April 23rd. And so by knowing that they were photographed together in the meditation garden sometime in April, it’s safe to assume it was likely after the 23rd as they were in California for the weeks before

The film Spinout is relevant in this as 1. His costar was Shelley Fabares who he had a crush on 2. One of Elvis’ and Priscilla’s biggest arguments occurred during the filming of Spinout while they were in California and the cause of their argument was reason number one… Shelley Fabares

Both the Memphis Mafia and Shelley herself have confirmed that the relationship never went beyond anything platonic as she was faithful to her partner but nonetheless Elvis and her spent a lot of time together and formed a close bond

Naturally, Priscilla became suspicious that an affair was taking place and so she expressed to Elvis that she wanted to meet Shelley which then led to the first time that he had ever threatened get rid of her ⬇️

(read from left to right + click photos to see full text)

excerpt is from “Elvis and Me” by Priscilla Presley

(I believe this argument will appear in the upcoming film as Jacob Elordi says the line “I don’t have a goddamn thing to hide” in the recently released trailer)

No exact day was given for when this argument took place, it could have been the first week of filming or it could have been the last, but I would imagine having Elvis tell you to get all your things and leave would cause a lasting sort of sadness and have you questioning just how important you were to him even after going back to Memphis/Graceland

And this kind of thing actually happened a few times while they were together. Sonny West once said that Elvis’ greatest defense was offense meaning that if you were to approach him about something i.e Priscilla approaching him about his infidelities, Elvis’ response would be to turn the tables and put the pressure on you i.e telling Priscilla that he wanted her gone ⬇️

excerpt is from “Elvis: What Happened?” By Sonny and Red West, along with Dave Hebler

Another instance ⬇️

excerpt is from “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia” by Alanna Nash

Tbh as much as I love Elvis this is why I do hold a lot of sympathy for the friends and women in his life (even the ones I don’t personally like) because he tended to give ultimatums as a way to get what he wanted

“If you don’t like this, then leave… if you don’t want to do this, then leave…” and he did that because he knew most people would choose to stay

Now, the significance of that unit of strawberry blonde hair is purely speculative, but I'm wondering whether Priscilla started dyeing her hair that color to resemble Ann Margret as Elvis was quite melancholic over the fact that Ann and her boyfriend Roger Smith were spending so much time together during that time, infact, they were engaged just 2 months later in June of 1966

The affair between Ann Margret and Elvis lasted only a year after they met while filming Viva Las Vegas, so it doesn't make much sense that Priscilla would start dying her hair strawberry-blonde 3 years later (although she did try to emulate Ann in 1963) but it could be possible, and knowing that Elvis was still thinking about Ann Margret in April of 1966 would definitely be enough to make her upset at the time

What do y’all think?

[yarpharp]

Okay so I was beginning to tell myself that DA4 is not gonna be as bad of a trainwreck as the reveal trailer was. I really was. But then I finally just watched the DA4 gameplay trailer and like....

Alright Varric I respect your desperate need to convince Solas not to be a dumbass. I really do. I would do the same with more cussing. But also DO YOU WANT TO DIE IN THE INTRO SEQUENCE? And why is your hair black but grey???? Dude you are strawberry blonde what is this shite. Gimme going-grey-with-a-hint-of-red. And where is your chest hair, old man???

The character models are so... Valorant blender smooth. I keep seeing Battle Royale designer vibes and it's very strange. I know that is industry standard by this point but still... where's that Bioware stylization?? Secondly: the iconic DA design style is SOOOO muted in this. Where are my angular and pointy Tevinters? I got some of it, but like viciously sideways. Why are the demons so fuckin weird? They don't even look like the demons from the LAST THREE GAMES. They look like Bioware was running on a tight schedule given to them by EA at gunpoint and decided to cut the models down to save on time. Which... Yikes. Yikes my guy.

The dialogue wheel is janky. I know this is still supposedly pre-launch but... Did they really just slap the old UI with a different visual style? Bro you had TEN YEARS. And also, who the hell wrote your dialogue? And when was Varric ever that close to Solas? They respected each other, sure. But best bros? Solas is notoriously introverted. People made jokes about it. This is some fake news.

Thirdly, I'm a little puzzled by the hyper drama of the Arlathan forest ritual shite. I am aware the stuff behind the scenes in the comics have been talking about shit happening in the forest, but... Okay, correct me if I'm wrong: Solas raised the Veil at Skyhold. His theoretical resources to raise said Veil were his orb and the central locality of said castle. Cool shit. What the fuck are these statues? Are they supposed to represent the gods? If so, what the fuck are you doing USING THOSE, SOLAS? AND ARE THOSE FIGURES EMERGING FROM THE HOLE IN THE VEIL SUPPOSED TO BE THE CORRUPTED EVANURI?? WHY ARE THEY DESIGNED LIKE A FUCKIN HYLICS 2 CHARACTER? (no disrespect, I love Hylics 2) I just... I recognize that Solas is desperate to fix his wrongs and theoretically save everyone from the Evanuri (because if the theory the elven gods are inflicted with the blight is still true, then yeah ya gotta kill the source of the blight) so he's seeking out dangerous shortcuts, but... Idk man. Idk. I am just sooooo skeptical of this. This has so much more obvious "EA has its paws on a franchise and proceeds to ruin it" energy. I am sooooo skeptical.

My positive opinion? Solas looks great. Did he fuckin growl like a wolf when he smashed Bianca with his glowy eyes? Yes, yes he did. Are the landscapes awesome? Yes. Is the companion programming still janky even in the new game? Yes. Is that floating building a magical panopticon?! Possibly, and that's fascinating. Are the voice actors the same? Can't quite tell, because I can hear voice mixing happening to their voices so either they aren't the same VAs but they're tuning them to sound close or they are not putting full effort into the VA shit until release. Am I an EA hater?

Yeah, but that's because I have been burned too many times to believe EA won't ruin a glorious RPG franchise. I'll try to stay optimistic, but I am struggling.

[bakawitch]

I was thinking of drawing some art of the student council in Kakeoh, but I'm not sure what some (like personified obelisk the tormentor) look like, do you have any references for them?

Aww! That would be awesome! I'm glad the au piqued your interest enough for that XD

So these are extremely sketchy, but here are the current season 1 designs for the student council members

Close ups and lore tidbits below cut

• Otogi Ryuji - Treasurer of Student Council (Manyuda Kaede/Otogi Ryuji)

Pretty similar to canon Kaede but with a little Duke-ish charm

Also wants to become the student council president

Recommended Risa for the student council

• Kaminaga Dei - Student Council Member/President of Beautification Council (Ikishima Midari/Yami Malik)

Psycho gun guy who gets really excited about gambling

Huge one-sided crush on Yamiko

Joey's face makes him want to throw up for some reason

Has no loyalty towards Kaibami whatsoever

• Nosaka Miho - Head of Public Relations (Yumemite Yumemi/Nosaka Miho)

Her signature symbol is a pink strawberry

Will eventually get a boyfriend

Still hates her fans (Yugi is one of them)

•Ob Bhakta - Secretary of Student Council/Kaibami Seto's Personal Assistant (Igarashi Sayaka/Obelisk the Tormentor)

Hopelessly devoted/in love with Kaibami, gets jealous easily, but keeps it to himself

Comes from a working class family, has really low self-worth

Doesn't gamble a lot but is a borderline genious

Less emotional outwardly than Sayaka

•Kaibami Seto - President of Student Council (Momobami Kirari/Kaiba Seto)

Dramatic, calculated bitch, not above murder

He introduced the housepet system

Besides his twin he has a younger brother

Will eventually cut his hair

Mommy and daddy issues, my guy's a mess

Weirdly obsessed with Yamiko and his fun sized boyfriend thing

•Kaibami Eto - Vice President of Student Council (Momobami Ririka/Kisara)

Younger twin, literally named after her brother

Her name sort of sounds like echo because she's basically just an echo of her twin

Sometimes wears the male uniform so people aren't too quick to catch on when her and Seto switch places

Has very little confidence without her mask

Sometimes finds it easier to be Seto rather than herself

• Dartz Atlan - Student Council Member/Head of Antiques Club (Nishinotoun Yuriko/Dartz)

Has basically the same hairstyle as canon, but a bit shorter and more blond toned

Has heterochromia

All his club members are very loyal to him, loyal enough to fix odds

His club runs a den

Insanely petty

• Fiona Sheldon - Student Council Member/Leader of the Election Committee (Yomozuki Runa/Fiona the Doll)

Daughter of a British count

Has an extensive doll collection

Enjoys sweets and sewing (mostly dresses and accessories for her dolls)

Legit no one knows wtf is going on inside her head

The Election Committee wears pink sweaters and differently styled bonnet hats

• Kageyama Risa - Student Council Junior Member (Sumeragi Itsuki/Kageyama Risa)

Still collects nails

Extremely privileged and spoiled but easily manipulated

Has a crush on Otogi

Doesn't have any sisters

Still kind of into witchcraft

[fcgoretzka]

Za roko te držim | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing : Bojan Cvjetićanin x y/n (she/her)

Author's note : Well yeah, this is my very first Bojan fanfic, it came out shorter than what I anticipated but yeah, a first is a first. Hopefully I'll have the time and inspiration to write many many more 🦋 Infinite thanks to @rottingsun for giving me this idea and saving me (also saving you from another sad angst if you remember me from the old il volo imagines days).

Warnings: Sexual tension, slight foul language (I think?). No proofread cause we die like men.

With the way the music was blasting through the nightclub, the strobing lights electrifying the atmosphere and the excessive alcohol making everyone a little too flirty, Bojan decided to put down his gin tonic and take y/n 's hand, motioning her the way to the dance floor. She could never resist him, especially now, with the way the black fabric was hugging his body and his arms that were oh-so-protective of her were in clear sight after tearing the sleeves of his silk shirt. His hands quickly found their way to her lower back, bringing her as closer to him as he could, while she played with Bojan's hair with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes never leaving his, they were entagled into this sexual tension, but none of them wanting the night to end. The dj was playing the perfect songs, the bartender served the perfect drinks and the outcome of the night could wait until the first morning hours. Bojan kept averting his gaze between her eyes and lips, teasing his girlfriend whose lust could be spotted miles away. He moved his lips closer to hers, barely touching her, their breaths entagled. She decided to give in, hungrily tasting the sweet and bitter lips of his. Bojan never turned down the opportunity to kiss her, their lips moving in sync and their hands exploring each other's bodies.

"You know how much you have turned me on right now?" Bojan whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think we should leave yet, one drink is too little, and the way those lights glow on your face, I want to look at that a bit longer" she replied and Bojan gave her a smile, a type of smile that he keeps only for her. A smile full of adoration. "Can I buy you another drink then?" he said, trying to hide the small smirk that was forming on his lips. She nodded smiling and led him back to the bar, only to see that one of the the two stools that they were sitting was occupied by a pretty blonde woman who was overly excited to talk to the bartender, so Bojan motioned y/n to sit on the empty seat, his hand never leaving hers. "A Strawberry Daquiri baby?" he asked her and she gave him a bright smile.

She never knew two strawberry daquiris could make her so tipsy, but she was giggling like a high schooler every time Bojan told her she was pretty. So he took this as the perfect opportunity to tell her that standing for so long made his feet hurt and the only solution he could think of is sitting on her lap. Her eyes immediately sobered up and whispered "You fucking tease, you know having you this close turns me on" she said completely serious, as Bojan made himself comfortable on her lap. She leaned on his back, the intoxicating smell of his shampoo, his perfume, his aftershave among with the bitterness of the cocktails he chose making her dizzy. "You love holding me closer" he said as she simply nodded, sinking deeper into his silk shirt, holding him tighter and tighter. Bojan sensed that the sexual tension wasn't so palpable anymore and turned his head back, trying to get a better view of her face. "Hey, hey ljubezen, what's wrong?" he said as y/n looked at him dead in the eye and said "Having you on my lap reminded me of how lucky I am to have you Bojan".

Hearing his name only meant two things. Either they were making love, or she was dead serious about what she was saying. He gave her a sweet smile and gave her a soothing kiss on the top of her head. "I am also super lucky to have you in my life y/n. And I am even luckier to know that I have you in my life for good." she told her, the strobing lights lighting up his face not causing her knees to turn weak anymore, but giving her a sense of protection, of security, of warmth. There was no sexual tension, no teasing whatsoever. Just pure love. Pure, plain love.

"But that doesn't mean that the night won't end the way we imagined at the beginning ljubezen"

[chase-the-music]

Introducing Cadence Valerio; Ghost's Advocatus Angeli

I first started developing Cade as an OC about 6 months ago, including my initial sketches for these sheets, so this is how he'd look in early 2024. I will be posting a written piece about how he got his role soon, but I'm also always very happy to answer questions about him!

I've added a massive lore dump for him below if anyone's interested in reading. I would say "full" lore but chances are I will keep adding to this more and more. Tw/cw for mentions of dysphoria, death, drug addiction, alcoholism, mental health issues, sex. There are also Rite Here Rite Now spoilers right at the end(I haven't actually seen it myself yet so any contradictions will be rectified later).

Cade's grandmother, Shirley Gibson, was a huge fan of the original iteration of Ghost as a band in the 60s, and obsessed with Nihil. She was one of the women that he ends up kissing in the Kiss The Go-Goat video, but when he left to find Sister Imperator after the show, she ended up partying with the Ghouls, and sleeping with one of them named Vigor. Shirley only found out she was pregnant upon returning to England, raising Cade's mum Catherine as a single mother with Vigor sending generous monetary support.

Catherine was very visibly different as a child being half-human half-Ghoul, and as a child in England she was very much ostracised for it. She took solace in her best friend, an Italian immigrant named Luciano Valerio, and in their teens, the two fell in love. Unbeknownst to them however, Catherine shared her father's high fertility and a singular slip-up led to the pair concieving when they were only 17. They decided to marry and make it work. Catherine gave birth to twins, Isabelle Violet and [I haven't decided if I'm going to share Cade's deadname yet] Valerio on Friday the 13th of May 1988.

As a child Cadence was outgoing and highly strung whereas his sister was far more shy and reserved. Both were small and slight with frequent health issues which for Cade mostly ended by his adolescence but for Isabelle were more severe and continued into adulthood. Both initially struggled in school but later surpassed their peers. They were intelligent, curious children and were inseparably close.

Cade experienced gender dysphoria for a long time but didn't quite know what it was until finding out about transgender people in his early 20s. His family were fairly accepting, but none more so than Isabelle who was Cade's biggest advocate, helping him get the support he needed. He began socially transitioning in 2011, started testosterone in 2012 and got top surgery in 2014. He was originally on track for bottom surgery in 2015 but this ended up delayed until 2021 for reasons explained below.

Being a quarter Ghoul, Cade has some traits from his grandfather despite appearing fairly human. Vigor is a very lively sun-like (in terms of the elements, Fire/Quintisessence type) Ghoul golden skin and fire-like hair and eyes. Cade's natural hair colour is strawberry blonde despite the fully human members of his family having dark hair, his skin has a slightly golden sheen in sunlight, and his eyes glow slightly in low light, with a candlelight-like effect. He has a higher than average body temperature which may be noteable to others who touch his skin but feels normal to him. That said he feels more comfortable in less clothing and will usually just walk around in his underwear in private, in public it's harder because he prefers not to show too much skin so he often gets a little too hot. His hair and nails grow very rapidly and his skin has a fast cell turnover so it's usually very soft and sensitive, he also has higher than average flexibility. He's presumed to have had high fertility like his mother and grandfather but since he had a hystorectomy as part of his bottom surgery he no longer has to worry about that(unless someone steals the eggs he had frozen)!

Cade studied Law in London and moved to a flatshare outside of the city after graduating, becoming a legal secretary straight after university. His coming out as trans soon after getting the job was a slight setback as a lot of his colleagues were new to the concept, but he was extremely good at his job and was in the process of moving into being a paralegal where he would get to use what he had studied more.

In 2014, Isabelle died suddenly after complications from a congenital heart condition which was one of the health issues that Cade did not share. As well as a heavy dose of survivor's guilt due to the circumstances, Cadence was understandably devastated by the loss and sunk into a deep depression.

He was already recreationally taking cocaine with work friends, but he became much more dangerously addicted, stopped caring about most things, and eventually lost his job, started missing appointments including for his initial bottom surgery, and generally stopped taking care of himself.

His parents helped him get treatment for his addiction as well as bereavement counselling and general mental health support. However once he stabilised he was still left unemployed and rather aimless, so his mum called her father, now retired from the Ministry but still occasionally visiting, and asked him to pull some strings and get his grandson a job so he could have a fresh start. Sister didn't agree with his appointment given his grandmother coming between herself and Nihil when she was pregnant with Copia, but gave him a shot expecting him to leave soon.

Cadence joined in late 2016, at first not having a defined role, just being a standard Clergy member and just seeing where he could be useful. At the time he was still feeling a little lost and still not his usually confident self, so he wasn't sure he belonged for a while. Shortly after the first three Papa's deaths, however, an argument with Sister Imperator over that choice led to him being given the role of "Advocatus Angeli"- an inversion of the original Advocatus Diaboli, or Devil's Advocate in Catholicism- via a phonecall from The Old One himself. He's considered a similar rank to an archbishop where he sits just below the Cardinal, but he's not able to ascend to that rank when Copia becomes Papa because it's considered a different skillset.

Cade's primary role for the first two years as AdvAn was to question and challenge Cardinal Copia and make sure he was worthy of becoming Papa. His criticisms were not sufficient from keeping Copia from the role, much to his chagrin, but he remains an important part of the Ministry, dedicated to making sure all are dedicated to demonic worship.

Cade is curious, observant and has a great memory. He's also very stubborn when he's sure he's right whether that be factually or morally, the latter backed up by his strong sense of justice. Usually his rebellious nature emerges when he comes across what he feels are unfair or unnecessary rules. He's usually very outgoing and talkative, though this took a knock for a while after Isabelle's death, not really returning to his usual self until 2019-20.

He is a hopeless romantic and falls in love far too easily. He's demisexual which I know can play out a bit differently depending on the person, but for Cade it means he doesn't really experience primary attraction, he needs to get to know a person to some extent and then the attraction develops. His actual drive for sex and/or masturbation on the other hand is rather high. When you combine all this with how easily he does end up falling for people, he's prone to setting off with friendly intentions in mind but then ending up with quite intense attractions to and fixations on people.

Cade is quite active; he doesn't have much interest in twam sports but he loves to swim, lift weights and kickbox; once he came out of his shell he started to invite Ghouls to spar with him(often in his office, which Sister is not too happy with).

Cade is a good singer and would love to lead rituals as he also has the charisma. His voice isn't as powerful as the Papas, but it does have a nice tone to it. He also plays piano/keyboard, so he can provide backup vocals or fill in on keyboard when needed for rituals. He likes to serenade his partners in low light, preferably on a real piano, because his soft voice combined with the glow of his eyes can be oddly hypnotic. He likes watching any sort of crime documentary and for films he quite likes psychological thrillers. He's creative and can draw to some extent but not very good with physically making things so often has clothes/accessories/props custom made for him.

Cade's favourite food is ice cream/gelato, especially coffee, hazelnut and pistachio flavours. He also really likes steak and pasta. In terms of animals he quite likes reptiles; he doesn't have any pets at the Ministry but is very tempted to get a snake because a. he's dramatic and b. if Copia pisses him off he can threaten his rats (he wouldn't actually though).

He never got to know Primo or Secondo well, he would perhaps consider them acquantances up until their deaths. Papa Nihil and he have an odd relationship; Nihil actually seems to quite like him but because of Sister Imperator he can't really get to know him well. Sister herself starts off very cold to Cade because of his relation to the woman who wrecked her marriage to Nihil(I hc them married in the eyes of the Ministry, hence why Copia is seen as needing to prove himself; only bastard children are fit to take the Papa title automatically as I've talked about here). It looks like she may warm to him a little until he finds out about Copia being her son shortly after the Papa's deaths and accuses her rather confrontationally as mentioned above, gaining him his role but almost guaranteeing the cold relationship continues.

He got to know Terzo quite a bit as he was Papa when he joined the Ministry, he studied and admired his performance in Rituals and ended up considering him a friend. He was somewhat attracted to him once they became close but he mostly ignored it. Terzo's death therefore hit him harder than the other two, though all three were hard for him as he'd agreed to come to Ghost to get away from death.

Cade initially had no issue with Copia and vice versa, he was just someone he saw around the halls, but after he was assigned to challenge him and judge his worthiness for Papa (despite still being below him in rank), the two begin to frequently butt heads. They maintain a genuine dislike for each other over many years. There is some degree of sexual tension there, but they fucked once only to find they still couldn't stand each other.

When Copia became Papa against much of his advice, Cadence reacted very badly, including going off to find some sort of purpose to everything he was doing. He ended up getting to know and then having a short-term relationship with Lucifer himself. They ended up having to part ways for various reasons but it gave Cade a more solid belief in the purpose of the Ministry, and he soon returned. He still doesn't like Copia and frequently thinks about usurping him but nothing really comes from it.

He has a very up and down relationship with @nocturnal-bishop's OC Bishop Dante. Cade doesn't make friends at the Ministry for a while because he's not his usual confident self, and Dante is his first friend there. As they grow closer, Cadence develops feelings for Dante, but he can tell he's in love with Terzo so while he's not too secretive when it comes to flirting etc, he never makes a definitive move or confession. When the Papas die, Cadence tries to be there to console the Bishop, but when he gets his promotion soon afterwards, Dante becomes suspicious and it takes a while for him to trust Cade again.

From then on, tension grows between the two professionally, as Dante helps prepare Copia for his duties as Papa while Cadence challenges whether he's worthy of the role. Unlike Cade and Copia though, there is a genuine like for each other and want to understand the other at the heart of it. They do sometimes have genuine arguments, but a lot of the time it's far more playful, and over the years I can see genuine affection developing, probably a lot of situations where one has feelings for each other they don't express. Once they can be more open with each other about everything, it would assuage all their doubts about each other and they would build a loving relationship, I don't think it's really been decided when they get together but really any time from 2021-24 I can see working. Me and Dante's writer are both multi-shippers but in my heart I can definitely see them as endgame. Oh and their ship name is Dance. 💜❤

Post-Rite Here Rite Now, I imagine Cadence would be heavily disadvantaged by Copia's appointment as Frater Imperator. He's going to have to hope he can gain some sort of promotion- which is difficult when his role is rather unique- or try his best to make a good impression with the new Papa.

If you read all(or any!) of this, I really appreciate it! I'm hoping to work on some art pieces of Cade and hopefully of Vigor soon but I'm not the fastest. I love talking about my little guy so again feel free to drop me an ask or message or whatnot!

[chrisdrysdale]

The first taste

farmer!steve x farmer!fem!reader +18s only

summary: it was his first taste... it was also yours.

warnings: fluffy stuffffff, smut, virginity taking, lil smidgen of angst, dogers is steve's dog.

a/n: so yes that one Bucky fic, had actually become an AU called "Farmland sweetness" and I can't wait for you guys to read the rest!

word count: 1.6k

You have known Steve for years now, you’ve always been his favourite on the road. You first met him when he moved onto the street six years ago, he had farming experience but was completely lost on how to do it himself. He knocked into most of the men on the street but got very little help. Until he called to you, but he found it very hard to concentrate on what you were telling him because you were just too darn pretty.

You and Steve grew so much closer then, you would have picnics and dinner together, movie nights, sometimes you would go horse riding with him or even have sleepovers at his house and you would often join in on his and Bucky’s girl’s baking weekend and by join in you mean sit on the counter and steal the raw dough and batter. You and Steve had the best of moments, but then you also had the awkward ones. Like when Ari held the massive christmas party and got everyone really really really drunk and you ended up in bed with Steve with only your underwear on, but you both moved on from that….. You think 

“Steeeeeevvvvveeeeeeee” you whined from his front door, banging on it hard. “Wake up!!! It’s almost midday and your chickens aren’t even out ye-”. The door swung open and a tall blonde woman stood there with the most disgusted look on her face. “Hi, is Steve awak- “You’re being loud and annoying”. You took a little bit of offence to her words and scoffed at her and pushed her out of the way before walking inside and taking a peek in the spare room, seeing the bed messy and the pillow covered in make-up. You knew it, they didn’t sleep together. You knocked on Steve’s bedroom door and walked in and sat on the edge of the bed and poked his leg gently. “Steve… steveeeee… STEVE!”. He shot up a little bit and you smiled at him. “Mornin’ piss face”. You smiled softly, before taking your sleeve and wiping the bit of red lipstick smeared on Steve’s face. He yawned softly and looked at you. “Where is she?” “Downstairs playing with Doge” He nodded and looked at you, you sat there with a little bit of a frown on your face, which Steve noticed. He picked up your chin and made him look at you. “What did she say to you?” You chuckled sadly in response. “Same again. Loud and annoying again” Steve groaned and looked at you “Well, if she’s not nice to my love then I don’t even trust her with Doge”. He dug under his pillow and handed you one of Dodgers toys. You gave it a quick squeeze and the squeak of it causing Dodger to sprint up the stairs and jump on the bed in between you and Steve. He stroked your arms and tucked some hair behind your ear. “She’s wrong and I'll make sure she’s gone soon’’ You smiled and booped his nose. “Thanks Stevie” Soon enough you heard her make her way up Steve’s old creaky staircase. Her jaw practically dropped when she saw you and Steve together. “Hey Ste-” 

“Get out of my house now” he demanded, sitting up a little bit and pulling his shirt over his head and keeping you close. “What?” “You heard me, out. You be a bitch to my love, I’ll kick you out”. She picked up all her stuff and grumbled to herself as she left. Steve got up and put some sweats on. “Breakie, love?” You nodded and patted your leg as you left, getting Dodger to come with you. Steve knew exactly what you liked on your pancakes. Fresh strawberries from Jake and drizzled honey from Nat and Wanda. He served them up to you with a fresh cup of coffee. You felt bad, maybe she could have been the one if you didn’t fuck it up. Steve sat down beside you and stroked your arm, he knew exactly what you were thinking. “No, love. She wasn’t the one”. “Maybe I should stop coming here.. Maybe you’ll find the o-”. Once Steve had worked out what you were about to say, he instantly grabbed the side of your face and kissed you passionately. The taste of the strawberries and honey, still sweet on your lips. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks, gently brushing his thumb over the blush forming on your face. “W-w-why did you do that?”. You asked him, your voice stuttering from the shock. “Because I’m not gonna find the one.. I already have her”. You smiled and teared up, looking down at the ground before kissing him softly. He smiled as you pulled away. “Wanna stay with me properly tonight?”. He asked, gently stroking your legs. You nodded and smiled before Steve helped you stand. “Go pack.. I’ll be here” You sprinted home, smiling and squealing the whole time you were packing before running back to Steve’s.

You spend most of the day out on the farmyard, helping Steve and playing around with Dodger. When it got cold, Steve gave you his hoodie and brought you inside, wheeling in his little heating and sitting you on the couch. “Warm up, baby. I’ll make us a pizza” You snuggled up with Dodger and stuck on a movie as Steve brought over the fresh pizza. Four movies later and you and Steve have finally got distracted from the tv and onto one another. You slowly leaned over to him and kissed him slowly, Steve’s tongue slipping into your mouth and fighting against yours, you ultimately letting him win. Steve grabbed onto your hips and pulled you over his lap. You whined into his mouth as he rolled your hips over his crotch. “S-steve” you moaned, causing him to stop. “I need to tell you something” you blabbed out, he looked up at you and nodded. “I- i’m a v-virgin”. Instantly Steve began to chuckle causing you to panic internally. “I’m sorry stevie! I can still be good” 

Steve shook his head and looked at you. “I’m a virgin too, love”. You were a little bit shocked to find that out but you felt way more comfortable now. You smiled at Steve and he smiled back. “Why don’t we go up to the bed, we will be much more comfortable there” Steve helped you up and brought you upstairs, both of you laying on the bed. Steve rolled and hovered over you, kissing your lips and down your body gently. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re so pretty”. You panted softly as he got to the band of your sweats. “Can I, love?”. You told him yes and he pulled them down along with your panties, and he moaned softly. “You’re gorgeous” Steve began to gently run his fingers up and down your fold, running the pads of them over your clit. He might have been a virgin but he knew that before his cock went anywhere near you, you needed to be opened up. He teased your entrance with the tip of his finger making you moan loudly. He pushed more and more of his finger in until you were up to his knuckle. Steve leaned over and kissed you softly. “Doing so well for me baby”. He gently pulled his finger in and out of your burning core, making you scream in pleasure. Steve leaned down and kissed your clit softly as he pushed in another finger, stretching you out. Steve kept, pumping his fingers in and out of you, picking up speed as you clenched around him. You looked at Steve worried as the tightening sensation grew in your belly as your orgasm crept up on you. “It’s okay love.. It’s normal, jus let go”. He guided you through it. Soon you came hard around his fingers, panting as he slowed down and whining as he pulled them out. He came back up to your face and kissed you softly. “Good?” you nodded giddily and smiled. “I want more”. You blurted to him before kissing him. Steve nodded and kissed you more as he began unbuckling his pants and pulling the down with his boxers Steve hovered over you, his cock bobbing between his legs. When you looked up at him you gasped, seeing the sure size of him, you knew he was big… just not that big. He noticed your shock and stroked your leg. “We’ll get it in, baby, don’t worry”. Steve spat on his hand and little and rubbed it between both of you. Once you were both covered, Steve leaned over, resting his hand beside your head, the other one reaching down and pressing his tip against your entrance. You both moaned softly when you met, and you arched your back hard as Steve pushed in. “Oh fuck, love. You’re so tight, oh my god” He kept pushing and pushing in until he bottomed out. Steve kissed you softly and stroked your face. “You’re okay? Can I start moving?” you smiled back at him and nodded. “I’m perfect, yeah Stevie, go on”. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth, you moaned loudly and held his head, kissing him softly as he fucked you. He pulled off your lips and panted “I’m really not gonna last long, love” . You smiled and clenched around him, letting him know you’re the same. Steve goes a few more thrust before you're both coming and moaning loudly. Steve smiled at you and chuckled. “I’ll last longer soon I promise”. You laughed back and stroked his hair. “Me too” you both giggled softly and then Steve began to pull out slowly, wiping any residue with his t-shirt. He tucked you into bed once you were done, holding you close against his chest. You looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you Stevie”

He smiled back down at you. “Always and forever, love. Always and forever.” tags: @navybrat817 @christywantspizza @buckyalpine @iloveprettyboysblog @ethreal-love @nailedbymandy @captainsimagines @buckybarnesandmarvel @rogersandlightwood @sparkledfirecracker @barneswinterraven @hansensgirl @blades-and-heartbreak @runa-falls @bubblessunshinehoney @buchanansbaby