#and all the amazing actors of color are forgotten

[agneswarda]

btw I've watched Loki s2 and the most important thing I got was... Ke Huy Quan would make such a good doctor. Wow.

[rwrbmovie]

BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

[respectthepetty]

Atom is an Orange Oddity!

I watched the Thai remake of My Love Mix-Up for the colors, and I was sure that like the Japanese version, once Atom figured out who he was and what he wanted, his color would emerge. And the finale proved it!

The episode began with Blue Boy Kongthap in their combined green color and Atom in . . . red? orange? In-between! Because Atom still isn't quite sure of himself.

So while Blue Boy Kongthap has so much faith in himself and their relationship that he writes down a wish for them on his blue fish,

Atom still doesn't believe in himself and writes his wish down on a (combined couple's) green fish that gets put through the ringer!

Atom wants to tell their moms about their relationship, and we see this is genuine as they wear their couple's green, but Atom doesn't have faith in himself and believes Kongthap's mom will hate him and his own mother will be disappointed in him.

He freaks out and spills a drink on himself which causes him to wear Kongthap's sweater, but Atom freaks out again and decides not to tell Kongthap's mom thinking he is not good enough to be Kongthap's boyfriend.

It's clear Atom loves Kongthap as he wears the pink sweater with those two orange carrots and Kongthap's name written right over his heart, but Atom still doubts himself, so he rides off on his yellow bike feeling worthless.

But even though he messed up the sweater by machine washing it, Atom did it in a dark blue sweater that had yellow and orange lines on it.

And I got the great experience of seeing that the letters on Kongthap's sweater are blue . . . and orange.

So due to his mom's tough love, Atom gets the push he needs to keep evolving and confess to Kongthap's mom that he accidentally ruined the pink sweater, but that he also loves Kongthap.

And this is where I was reminded that Fourth is one of the best actors at GMMTV because I even teared up when he finally exhaled. This boy SOLD me this moment. I believed in it.

But back to the color evolution! So now that Kongthap's mom approves of Atom, he is finally wearing his color, but he is still figuratively and literally wrapped in the security blanket of his relationship.

And just when I thought he wasn't going to take the final step in his Pokemon color evolution, Kongthap stepped back (in his blue and orange accented hoodie that says GO over the heart in orange!) and gave space for Atom to confess to his mom that he is dating a boy, and I am, once again, reminded in the same damn episode that Fourth is an amazing actor!

Because I felt feelings even though I have been far removed from this story. BIG FEELINGS!

Because even though this story started off with Atom not being secure in his color or himself, his evolution began when he started liking a Blue Boy and he slowly became a Yellow Yal.

And yellow + blue = green, so they were green for so long because that is what was comforting with where they were in their love story.

But Atom and their love have continued to evolve and now that Atom is an Orange Oddity, their couple color also changed.

Because a Blue Boy and an Orange Oddity create a Brown Bond.

But the green cannot be forgotten.

Which is an excellent choice!

So here I sit at the end of this series, and I know with all my heart that the color folks earned their paycheck every single damn episode.

And I love them for it.

[radiowallet]

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Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter takes Marcus to a party in the valley. WC: 4.5K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists. Anal sex, dirty talk, kissing, cum play, semi-public sex. Small angsty moments. Yearning. So much yearning. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy). A lot of purple prose and waxing poetic.

A/N: Hi, hello, it's been a very very long time since I've shared any writing here. I don't have any good excuses other than real-life stressors, mental health and anxiety, and the overall stress of being on Tumblr really really got to me. I'm trying to ease my way back in. Slowly. I've really enjoyed catching up on all the amazing fics you guys have been writing. Thank you to everyone, still here or otherwise. Even when I was off dealing with irl stuff, I could feel the support.

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Marcus chewed at his nail bed, surveying the house from the backseat of his Uber. It was hardly the first time he’d pulled up to the Sherman Oaks home. He was comfortable with the routine at this point. Tapping in the code for the front gate with practiced ease. The same one Dieter had scribbled onto the back page of a forgotten script after that first night together in New York City, his cell ringing incessantly from his back pocket, a car waiting down the curb to whisk him away. Marcus swore he could still taste the mint and menthol on the actor’s breath when he stepped in close and pressed the paper into his hands, kissing him until his toes curled. 

“Please say you’ll come visit.”

After that, it had been one strategically planned visit after the other. Marcus was almost mathematical in his process, arranging flights out west around his patrol schedule, switching shifts, and taking on extra duties just to rationalize the time away. Burning the candle at both ends but not caring even in the slightest, happy to run his tank on empty. He’d drive all fucking night if it meant more time with Dieter. 

So he took to the task with a vigilant level of focus, texting details and arrival times, the actor responding with a barrage of emojis, always ending with a heart. 

Marcus liked the way the little pixelated picture made his stomach flip.

Once together, it became less of a routine and more of a dance, the two of them falling into an easy rhythm that Marcus had no desire to predict. They would lose themselves in each other, wrapping tightly around the other, the heat impossible to turn away from. There were late nights and early mornings, the color of the sun replacing the hours on the clock. Sometimes, he would give up on sleep all together, content to match the actor’s eccentricities, watching Dieter move from room to room, minute to minute, until the other man would return to his arms. 

But as each visit came to a close, Marcus would find himself falling back on easy habits, his mind already making plans and rearranging schedules, focusing on that instead of the overbearing weight of goodbye. 

In the middle of one farewell, Dieter had grinned and nipped at his bottom lip, a tease curling around the curve of his cheek. 

“Don’t worry so much about the vigilante shit, sweet boy. You’re welcome anytime.”

Marcus had frowned at that, but Dieter was unfazed, humming an off-key pop song under his breath before giving one more piece of advice. 

Be spontaneous. 

Marcus had gnawed on those two words the entire plane ride home, the concept both enticing and diabolical at once. He imagined all the ways he would have spoiled Dieter if they lived in the same zip code. Spur of the moment cups of coffee, flowers just because, nights in and out and everything in between. But even those daydreams felt out of reach, Marcus unable to let go of the need to control everything. Everything. Everything that he possibly could. 

Except Deiter Bravo. 

The actor was bound for overseas, a six-month shoot looming ahead, lonely and large. They had spent the weekend before much the same way they had any other. Twisted together, sweat and cum and lips and hands pressed into bare skin, ignoring the ticking of traitorous time. Cruel miles were taking the other man away from him, and Marcus couldn’t stop the swell of jealous fear flaring inside his heart. 

Would he even be missed when the whole luminous, wonderful, exciting world was waiting for Dieter on the other side of the tarmac? 

A deep cough from the front seat dragged him back to the present, and before he could second guess himself again, Marcus climbed out of the car, tapping out five stars with one hand and grabbing his overnight bag with the other. He hesitated, just the smallest moment of debate, before he knocked, three sharp raps on the large black door. There was a shout from inside, Dee’s voice alerting someone he would get it, a breath and a curse as the lock was fiddled with, and then they were standing face to face after only 39 hours apart. 

Dieter seemed shocked to see him and he didn't bother hiding it, his jaw dropping in time with his arms, the shirt he had been buttoning hanging open to reveal his bare chest. Marcus couldn’t help but steal a glance of tan skin and a soft belly, licking his lips in anticipation. When Dee called his attention back up, the other man was smiling wide. 

“This is…”

“A surprise?”

“A great fucking surprise.” 

It was almost a blur after that. Fumbling hands and broken laughter as they came together in a messy kiss. They managed to make it up the stairs and down the hall, Dieter’s bed barely breaking their fall. 

Marcus wanted to take his time, should have been taking his time, but Dieter’s voice was in his ear, thanking him — thanking him? — for showing up tonight. Thanking him and begging him and pressing salt-slicked lips into the curve of his neck. And before he could breathe the other man in, savor the moment that was coming out of nowhere, they stripped away each and every layer, Dieter panting beneath the hurried press of Marcus’s fingers deep inside. 

Sooner rather than later, Marcus was sliding into the other man one final time, their hips flush and their fingers laced. He came with a groan, face buried into the dip of Dieter’s neck, while the actor sunk his teeth into his shoulder, the pleasure burning away into the edges of pain. Only after they both found their breath, bodies pliant and limbs loose, did Marcus find his voice. 

“Do you want to order in?”

Dieter didn’t say anything and Marcus craned his neck up to peek past the other man’s chin and catch a glimpse of him worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Did you already eat? Because that’s okay.”

“No…,” he started, fingers tracing a line of muscle from the top of his shoulder and back around, lingering along the teeth marks he left there only minutes earlier. “I haven’t eaten. I…there’s this thing I have to….well, not have to. I was getting ready for it when you knocked—“

“Dee?”

“There’s a party,” he finally blurted out, eyes finding the swing of the ceiling fan above, a grimace pulling his lips into a jagged line, a deep shade of pink settling on his cheeks. 

Marcus leaned up on his elbow, watching the small battle of wills dragging across Dieter’s face. He thought maybe he should try to comfort the other man but he was suddenly anxious, those creeping realities working their way up his spine. 

“A party?”

“Yeah, it’s sort of this farewell thing my friends are throwing,” he explained, not needing to. “Really, just an excuse to get blitzed.” 

The lack of eye contact suddenly made much more sense. 

“You wanted to go.”

It wasn’t a question. 

Dieter was up and over him in a flash, one large hand bending around Marcus’s jaw, thumb pressing the seam of his lips shut. “I didn’t want to be alone.” 

Marcus pursed his lips, the pad of Dieter’s thumb still pressing firm. He felt the callous from where Dee cheated his paintbrush, a perfect spot to push a kiss before pulling away. 

“You want to go.”  

Dieter searched his face, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, trying to pull apart the determined set of Marcus’s jaw. When he came up empty-handed, he fell back to his elbows with an exaggerated sigh, one large hand still cupping the cut of the hero’s cheekbone, keeping his thumb close enough to touch. 

“I want to go with you.” 

———————

Marcus smiled from where he was leaning against the doorway, watching Dieter rummage through his ridiculously sized closet, a string of muttered musings leaving him as he pulled item after item off of hangers. The Heroic had slipped back into his jeans and t-shirt once the decision had been made that they would attend the party together, not really packing (or owning) anything that fit the L.A. scene. 

He was two steps towards the bathroom, intent on fixing his messy hair when Dee stopped him with a strong grip on his elbow. 

“Leave it,” he teased, a quick kiss pressed to his lips, fingers tugging at one of the sweat-slicked curls. 

Now he was standing behind him, sliding a stone-washed jean jacket up one arm and then the other, one more kiss, this time gifted to the back of his neck. The jacket hangs a bit loose around him, Marcus guessing a mix between the cut and style, and Dieter’s broader frame both at play. He couldn’t help himself, tugging the collar to his nose and inhaling deeply, the smell of weed and cologne and something subtle sweet filling his lungs. 

He felt Dieter’s eyes, watching him carefully in the reflection of the mirror, his hands finding the dip of his waist beneath the bulky fabric, gripping hard then soft, one, two, three times. Marcus took in the pair of them — sex-mussed hair and bright blush on him, wild eyes, and a teasing smile on Dieter — and he suddenly had no desire to go to this party. Any party. 

No. 

All he wanted was for Dieter to pull this jacket off the same way he had so easily slipped it on, and drag him back down to the safety of the mattress. 

“Come on, sweet boy,” he hummed, the hook of his nose tracing the shell of Marcus’s ear. “Sooner we get there, sooner I get to take you home.”

The word followed Marcus down the stairs and out to the car, his stomach flipping each time he let the meaning of it roll around inside his head.

Home?

———————

Driving in L.A. was an experience in and of itself. Marcus had made his own attempts, managing to find a rhythm in the few times he had been sent out to the west coast on assignment. It wasn’t much different than driving in any other city, as long as you were prepared to sit in what felt like endless hours of traffic. Of course, Marcus had the pleasure of abusing side streets and off-ramps when it came down to emergency situations. 

Driving with Dieter behind the wheel was a different experience altogether. He seemed unfettered by speed limits or traffic lights, one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped around Marcus’s knee, singing along to the song on the radio but only getting about half the words right. If not for his powers and years of honing his reflexes, Marcus would have maybe suggested he do the driving when he was in town. 

As it was, it was nice to settle into the plush leather seat and listen to Dieter’s slightly off-key voice, his hand squeezing Marcus’s knee in time with the beat of the music. He leaned back and closed his eyes, weighing the risk of asking Dieter to just keep driving. Maybe if they kept going, all night and all day, they could avoid the inevitable goodbyes looming in the distance.

———————

The last time Marcus and Dieter had been at a party together, they had only ever heard of each other, recognizing names and faces from newspapers and movie screens. They didn’t know any different than what was said in headlines or plastered on billboards, rumors and hearsay coloring in their opinions of one another. How many assumptions had Marcus made about the actor upon that first meeting? That he was pompous. Self-centered. Selfish. An addict. An asshole. A monster. 

Or maybe Marcus was afraid that was how Dieter saw him. 

The monster in the night. The shadow that lurked in the corner. Fighting away the evils of the world, the palms of his hands so very dirty with blood and secrets and violence. Living in the between of good and bad and never knowing where he really stood.

But when their eyes met across that darkened alley, only the glow of Dieter’s cigarette casting shadows between them, those half-truths and packaged lies that Marcus took for granted started to fall away. Somewhere between their small secrets and one smokey kiss goodnight, he started to learn who Dieter Bravo really was. 

This party was different in so many ways than that first elegant affair. Gone was the light classical music, replaced with something loud, a heavy bass and fast lyrics. Bowls of chips instead of passed trays. Stiff black and white was traded in for soft denim, Dieter’s scent surrounding Marcus from room to room. They entered the party together, no longer separate, no longer strangers, and instead more.

So much more.

Dieter’s arm was wrapped around Marcus’s waist, holding him close by his side as they navigated the packed mansion. The crowd parted around them, little waves of people ebbing and flowing to make room for the two men, boisterous cheers of joy raining down upon them. Dieter preened beneath the attention, his smile wide and his cheeks warm, the hand wrapped around Marcus’s waist squeezing hard to grab the Heroic’s attention. 

“They like to make a fuss,” he hummed into Marcus’s ear. 

He couldn’t help but cock his own grin back, turning his head just enough to brush his lips along the shell of Dieter’s ear, delighting in the shiver that followed. “I think you like the fuss.” 

———————

They get separated about an hour in, an inevitability between the number of people vying for Dieter’s attention and the sheer size of the house. Marcus excused himself to the bathroom, trying and failing not to be annoyed when the first empty one he found was on the opposite end of the party. By the time he made it back to where he left Dieter, the other man had moved, now sitting on a couch, friends and fans alike draped around him. 

There was something strange about watching Dieter Bravo in what some would consider his natural habitat. He was bright and shiny and impossible to look away from. He almost looked relaxed, his arms thrown over the back of the sofa and his legs stretched out long, only the tap tap tap of his heel giving him away.

Marcus wanted to insert himself. To crowd himself beside the other man and press his palm to the bend of his knee in hopes of soothing away the small tremor of anxiety, but he hesitated, his own worries holding him in place. So he stayed where he was, back glued to the wall, arms crossed and frown firm, as he tried to decipher the scene playing out in front of him. 

Was Dieter’s laugh real just then? Or was the one Marcus had teased out of him hours prior? The sounds seemed so similar, a copy of a copy that looked and felt and sounded real. Were his cheeks pink because he preferred their attention over Marcus’s? Or was it because this room was too damn hot? What did it mean when Dieter touched her knee? Or kissed his cheek? Or leaned a little bit more into their touch? 

And why did Marcus care? 

He didn’t consider himself a jealous man. 

But it almost felt inevitable, the dark tendrils of jealousy seemingly always present, ever since that fateful moment in the alleyway, smoke and secrets traded away for unspoken promises for more. Marcus clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes, watching the other man glow beneath the attention of others. Was it merely a reflection back of the attention poured upon him? The mirrors of a disco ball catching in the light and shining for the delight of others? Or was Dieter just enjoying another moment in the limelight? 

Marcus couldn’t seem to see the line between real and fake, or what side he stood on. 

Someone handed him a drink in the midst of his brooding, and the sting of the alcohol paired well with his bitter mood. He was trapped in a hell of his own making, refusing to look away from the crowd gathered around Dieter, but hating every second of it. 

The jealousy burned inside of him. What had just been something dark mingling in the background was now present and in full force. Marcus was jealous. Jealous at how effortlessly Dieter lived his life, able to navigate crowds and fame and fervor without ever breaking a sweat. Jealous at how his smile seemed just as bright as it had when he opened his door hours earlier. Jealous at how someone else held the attention of his sweet brown eyes. 

And suddenly there was fear. Icy cold and horrifying reality. 

Marcus didn’t belong here. Here with these pretty people and their clean lines and bright lights. He was messy edges and dirty hands, stained with years of violence that would never scrub clean. There was dirt on his ledger and red on his chest, and Dieter was beautiful. So very very beautiful.

Another wave of panic gripped tight at Marcus’s throat. 

When was the last time he told Dieter he was beautiful? Yesterday? Or the day before that? Either way, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. And he couldn’t fathom a world where he lost the chance to say it again. 

He couldn’t lose this. He couldn’t lose him. 

The lights above them flickered, an unwelcome side effect of his superpowers, Marcus’s unruly emotions too much to handle all at once. It was just enough to drag everyone’s attention up, stealing their eyes away from Dieter, but only briefly. The actor caught his gaze in the small interim, brows pinched and lips curved, his sharp mind putting the puzzle together. Marcus blushed beneath the scrutiny, feeling very much like a child caught in the midst of a crime. He slammed the cup down on the nearest surface he could find and shoved his dirty hands in the pockets of Dieter’s jacket, and turned away, the lights flickering one last time as he made a quick and embarrassing exit. 

From behind he could hear the shout of a stranger.

“Hey, Dee where’s your boyfriend headed?”

Marcus was so focused on the fact that someone else called him ‘Dee’ that he missed the way Dieter's eyes lit up at the word boyfriend.

The bathroom he had found earlier was blissfully empty, and he took care to lock the door behind him. He braced himself against the sink, the cool porcelain a balm to the heat of his palms, breathing in and out, sharp and fast, to match the beat of his heart. A knock came seconds later, Dieter’s voice chasing the sound. 

“Let me in, Marcus.”

It didn’t sound like a request.

Marcus unlocked the door with a flick of his wrist, and the actor slipped in, eyes pinning him in place as he locked the door behind him. For a moment both of them refused to speak, 2 feet of space between them, and enough silence to last a lifetime. It was Dieter who finally broke the tension, stepping forward until Marcus was within his reach, the palm of his hand cupping his cheek to keep him close.

“Flattered as I am, I can’t decide if I like jealous on you or not.” 

Marcus knew it was foolish to lie at this point. If his fucking superpowers hadn’t given him away, then storming off surely had, and any denial would have rung hollow. Besides, they had promised. Months ago, in an opulent hotel room, cum and sweat sticking them together. They promised to always be honest with each other. 

“I don’t belong here, Dee.”

“Shut up.” The sentiment came out as a tease, the tip of Dieter’s thumb tracing the stubble along Marcus’s cheek, but the look on his face was serious. 

Marcus shook his head, unsure how to say what had seemed so clear to him only minutes ago. “I’m not…I’m not g–”

“I swear to fucking all, if you say the word ‘good,’ Moreno.”

His mouth clamped shut, and he smiled for the first time since he left Dieter’s side earlier in the night. The other man yanked him in for a quick kiss, only pulling a breath away when he spoke again.

“You are better than all of us, sweet boy. Please tell me you know that?”

Marcus wanted to shake his head in disagreement, the very idea that Dieter saw the good in him too much to bear, but the actor was already kissing him again, lips slanting sweetly along his own. When they broke apart for the second time, Dieter said it again, and then again, each time pairing a kiss with his words. Marcus thought maybe he would have kissed him a hundred times and then a hundred more, praise and adoration passed between them until the inevitable end of time caught up. 

But then Dieter crowded in closer, kissing him with much more fervor, his intent clear. Hands scrambled as belts were tugged free and pants were pulled down, bodies twisting until Marcus was plastered to Dieter’s back. He slipped inside the broader man easily, still slick with his release from earlier. Dieter whined at the stretch, pressing back into Marcus, fingers curling around the edge of the bathroom counter as he began to beg. 

“Hard, baby. Please.”

Marcus nipped at Dieter’s ear, refusing to move, the entire length of him buried to the hilt inside him. “How hard?” 

“Hard,” Dieter begged again, squirming in Marcus’s tight grip. “Hard as you can. Need to feel you. F-feel so good.”

It was an intoxicating rush, reducing Dieter Bravo to stumbling pleas and wanton moans, and Marcus swore as long as he was able to pull air into his lungs he refused to take that feeling for granted. He pressed a soft kiss to Dieter’s skin and gently nudged his nose to the back of his head, coaxing his gaze up to meet Marcus’s in the mirror. 

He dragged his hand up Dieter’s chest, stopping to feel the steady thump of his heart, one, two, three beats, before moving up to wrap his fingers around the other man’s throat. He whined again, writhing to and fro, the sound more pitiful with each passing second that Marcus refused to move. 

“I’ve got you, mi cielo. I’ve got you,” he hummed the promise, pressing another kiss to Dieter’s sweat-damp curls. He squeezed the actor’s throat again, watching as his cock seemed to pulse in time with the action. He bit back his own groan, his own cock painfully hard where he was buried inside the other man. 

“M-marcus…please…”

When he finally moved, it was slow, almost torturous for the both of them, but Marcus refused to be rushed. Not this time. Fuck any and everyone who dared to knock on that door. That dared to interrupt them. That dared to break between this moment. He pulled the other man closer, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other still gripping tight to his throat. Dieter’s hands were still scrambling, designer soaps and over-priced products falling to the floor as he seeked some sort of leverage. He finally found it, stonewashed denim bunching between his fingers as he dug them into Marcus’s forearms.

And only then did Marcus give into his request, snapping his hips as hard as he could, teeth sinking into the curve of Dieter’s neck. There would be bruises, bad ones, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too overwhelmed at the thought of marking the other man as his own. Dieter didn’t seem to mind either, begging Marcus again and again to give him everything he had. 

“Want to feel it,” he sobbed, the pleasure just on the other side of pain. “Want to feel you when I’m gone. Please.” 

“You will, baby. I promise,” Marcus growled. “You’ll feel me for days. You won’t forget me. P-please… don’t forget me.” 

The admission fell out of Marcus before he could stop it, along with his own broken sobs to match. The pain and tears burst to life, the broken pieces he had hidden all over his body finding new life as he begged Dieter to take it all with him. Each slam of his hips and bruising touch of his hands. Every bite from his teeth and kiss from his lips. The words and the promises and the things neither of them knew how to say but felt all the same. 

“Take me with you, Dee. Please, take me with you.” 

“I will, sweet boy,” he gasped, his body shaking beneath Marcus’s anguished hands. “Sweet boy. Good boy. I promise.”  

Dieter came first, though Marcus wasn’t sure how, his sobs and sighs of pleasure long past any sort of coherence. His cock twitched and pulsed, coming completely untouched. Marcus watched Dieter’s face break apart in the reflection of the mirror, his brown eyes wild and skin flushed, lips parting around a feral scream. 

Marcus fell apart in kind, sparks of heat bursting at the base of his spine as tight velvet squeezed around him, Dieter’s voice in his ear, his jacket sticking to his skin. He spilled inside the other man, tears and spit and snot pressed into Dieter’s neck, little words of praise coaxing him through the brunt of it. Eventually, the tears turned to laughter, the two of them clinging tighter as they made guesses at how many people heard them.

“Either way, I hope they enjoyed the show because I sure did,” Dieter teased, nipping his teeth on the hinge of Marcus’s jaw. 

They did a piss poor job of cleaning up, Dee’s cum barely wiped clean from the porcelain with a towel found below the counter, too high a thread count for something so filthy but neither man really gave two shits to look for an alternative. The products were tossed haphazardly into the sink, the idea of stacking them neatly ridiculous. They both agreed; you get what you ask for when you throw a party in the valley. 

Marcus took better care when it came time to clean Dieter up. He warmed up the water from the sink as best he could, using that same fancy towel from before to wipe up the trickle of cum slipping slowly down his backside. He couldn’t stop from stealing one small indulgence, using his thumb to press some of himself back inside the other man, Dieter’s legs visibly shaking from the sudden stimulation. Marcus shushed him with a soft kiss to one of the many bite marks littered across his neck, humming out a quiet apology.

“Do they hurt?”

“They do,” Dieter grinned, tilting his chin to admire the marks as he tugged his jeans up over the swell of his ass. “I’m gonna need a few more before I get on that plane tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmm, definitely.” 

Dieter pressed something hard into Marcus’s hand and when he looked down he could see it was his car keys, the silver teeth catching in the light. 

“Take me home, sweet boy. I have plans for you.”

There was that word again, breathed out so easily, like a promise he knew he would keep. 

Home. 

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

Ooohhh are you taking prompts? If so “What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?” “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.” for the pairing of your choice? If you want🥰

[prompts] [AO3]

LOL I just saw this (hellsite 🙄) and I was so confused ;; I forgot I had those prompts queued 😂❤️ but they’re good prompts!! so here you go~ thank you for the ask mi cielo 💜 I hope everything is going well!!

Arthur is having a wonderful time.

He shouldn’t have expected it to last.

They’re celebrating another successful mission, at one of Saito’s many mansions. They had a great dinner. Now he’s drinking one of Yusuf’s amazing cocktails, surrounded by friends and enjoying their chatter. It’s such a good atmosphere that he lets himself, foolishly, be lulled into a false sense of security.

So of course that’s when Ariadne brings it up.

“So,” she says, in that tone that tells Arthur whatever’s about to come out of her mouth next is going to test his love and adoration for her. He’s proven right when she follows it up with: “Since when are you two dating?”

He almost chokes on his drink.

“We’re not dating,” Arthur says, as delicate as possible, but still firm.

“Oh. You’re not?” Ariadne says, at the same time Eames goes, “We’re not?” next to him, just as surprised as her.

Arthur loves him even as his heart squeezes.

He’s trying to make things less awkward, even as his own comfort is compromised.

“Alright.” Cobb claps his hands together. “Why don’t we give them a little bit of space.”

Arthur has to remind himself that Cobb is a great friend, really he is. He just has the worst sense of timing when they’re not on assignment.

They’re all out the door before he can do anything to stop them—which, might as well. What’s he going say? ‘I’ve been trying really hard to ignore that I’m in love with my best friend while he isn’t, and now you’ve gone and made it weird’? Yeah, right.

Besides, it’s not Ariadne’s fault. Cobb’s, maybe, since he made it all serious before Arthur could play it off. Certainly his own, for being such a bad actor.

There’s a reason why the Forger is–

Eames wraps light fingers around his wrist. “Darling?”

Arthur hums noncommittally, taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Was it the kissing?” Eames says softly.

‘Was it me doing my job that gave you the wrong impression?’

The cocktail is really interesting, now that he notices. He will have to ask Yusuf later how he can balance that many colors without having them mix, and still make it taste nothing like the alcohol they serve at the pubs.

“Okay.” Eames’s voice is—off, just a little, which is what draws Arthur’s attention.

Eames is looking at their hands, but Arthur can tell he’s not really seeing them. There’s the little furrow he always gets between his eyebrows whenever he’s thinking really hard about something important.

Oh, no. He’s trying to let me down gently.

“Listen,” Arthur puts his free hand on top of Eames’, allows himself to linger because this might be the last time he ever does. “I know you don’t feel the same way about me. You don’t have to let me down gently–”

“Wait,” Eames interrupts him. “Darling, darling, darling. What? Let you down gently? Why would I do that?”

Arthur huffs out a laugh. “It’s okay, Eames.” And really, it is. Arthur has had enough time to come to terms with it—if not with the immensity of his feelings, with the fact that Eames, for as much of a mischievous streak as he has, would never do anything to hurt him. That’s all that matters, really. “I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

And he can. Eames might not be in love with Arthur, but he does love him. He proves it every single day, in small and big ways. Bringing him coffee just the way Arthur likes, helping him research their targets, pulling him in on the fun whenever he can allow himself some mischief in some forgotten corner of a dream, bringing him souvenirs from all his trips… Arthur has had a very fulfilling life, with this job, surrounded by friends, and especially right next to Eames.

Eames who stares incredulously at him. Eames whose eyes widen like he’s having a sudden realization. Eames who lets go of his hand, only to cradle his face gently. Eames who leans in, Eames who is kissing him–

Eames is kissing him.

It’s a slow, tender kiss. Nothing like the playful pecks, or the noisy smooches, or the heated make-out sessions he sometimes engages Arthur in when the dream allows it. This is soft and heartfelt and sweet, and just as able to make him weak at the knees as any of the others.

Arthur, too, has an epiphany.

“My dear,” Eames begins, once the need for air makes it difficult to continue. His already plush lips are kiss-swollen and pink and Arthur just wants to reel him back in. “Did you think that when I kissed you all those times, I was just doing it for the shits and giggles?”

Arthur laughs, just as breathless. “Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.” Arthur searches Eames’ eyes, “In dream public. You were always in-character when you would kiss me, and never did it out of an assignment.”

“Sweetheart.” Eames groans, but he can’t stop smiling, either. “While very rewarding, you know I don’t need to be kissing you to play a convincing role.” His thumb swipes gently under Arthur’s eye. “Most of those characters weren’t even anywhere near the target’s vicinity.”

“I will admit I found it a little strange and daring, even for you,” Arthur concedes. “But I just thought you were challenging yourself, to see how much control you had over your characters regardless of the distance.”

The look Eames gives him holds unmistakable fondness. “I was trying to give you some space. I wasn’t in any hurry, so I told myself I would leave it up to you and that we could go at your own pace.”

Oh.

Arthur is such a fool.

“Oh,” he says dumbly, maybe for the first time since he was a gangly teen.

Eames has a way to make him feel like a gangly teen: imperfect, unstoppable, brave. Full of life.

“Now that I’ve made my intentions clear,” Eames gives him a look, then a grin. “Arthur, darling, can I kiss you?”

Arthur can feel his ears burn. His breath hitches. “Yes.”

So Eames does.

[laurellerual]

What are your thoughts on the twow mercy sample chapter? It was so jarring to me to see arya know how to use sex as manipulation. But i do love when she kills raff and he says ‘you ll have to carry me” and she repeats what he said when he killed lommy its just amazing how detailed grrm really is, plus it again shows arya isn’t completely forgotten (like i see so many ppl seem to think🙄)

I love many aspects of the Mercy Sample chapter.

I love that the chapter opens with a wolf dream and a weirwood tree. And it closes with Arya who, in her head, puts aside the name of Mercy, to play the last part of the mummer's farce and do justice for Lommy. Lommy, a person that Arya didn't even like, but he was innocent and he's dead and this injustice doesn't matter to anyone but her. I love this, because it demonstrates more than clearly that all those people who repeat that Arya is No one from AFFC, were wrong then and now, in the TWOW, they are still wrong.

I love the description of Braavos shrouded in mist and the bridge of faces. And I like the description of Mercy's clothes which is very suspicious and strange. Mercy still wears Cat of the Canals' salt-stained boots and still uses a rope as her belt, but this time it's dyed blue, an expensive color. She wears a simple dress of undyed wool like a lowborn in Westeros would, but she wears a red-lined purple cape like a highborn in Braavos would. She dresses in a way that sums up much of her journey so far. The pockets of her cloak are filled with mysterious objects: a fruit knife, an iron key and a thin blade that does not belong to Mercy. They are pockets that represent the ability to compartmentalize identity Arya has acquired, and they are loaded with potential for the future.

I love the metatheatrical thing that allows Arya to wander among the ghosts and caricatures of the characters we already met: Izembaro and Robert, Bobono and Tyrion, Lady Stork and Cersei. But not only the actors, also the Snapper and Daena whose dynamic with Mercy is somewhat reminiscent of that between Septa Mordane, Sansa and Jeyne. I love the moment Mercy reminds us that despite all that has changed since book one, her stitches are still crooked. I love how Shakespearean Martin's writing is with the lines he puts in Tyrion's mouth.

Finally, I love the parallelism that is intertwined throughout the chapter between the events that will have to take place on stage at the Gate and the events that Arya lives now. For after seeing an Essosi girl being raped and killed on stage by Tyrion (a man of Westeros affiliated with the Lannister crown)… The city will awake the next day to find poor Mercy's room red with blood and a Lannister guard will be missing and it will be obvious to draw parallels between the two situations anf Raff will be accused of Mercy's murder.

This is all interesting because it shows us that the FMs are starting to use what they know about Arya for their own ends and those ends seem to be working in favor of Stannis and the retaking of Winterfell instead of in favor of the Lannisters. It also shows that even within a plan Arya is left with the right to choose how to implement it, showing us a less dogmatic side of FM and changing a bit how we generally think of them.

Overall it's one of my favorite sample chapters.

It's strange to see Arya use sexuality as a weapon so lightly, but it's no surprise. Arya is an intelligent character who has experience with prostitutes and courtesans. She knows Raff is depraved because he knows he participated in that young girl rape that Chiswick laugh about. The role that she plays with Raff is the part that she studied for the Bloody Hand, is the role of Shae.

Mercy could not be Arya's first chapter in TWOW, cause Martin doesn't write the chapters in order. And it's also more than probable that the chapter has already been modified and partially rewritten in recent years and that the version we will see published will be very different.

We know that 'Arya in Braavos' material is not lacking, Martin joked that he could write a novel just about that. And we know that the 5-year gap would have served above all to give the Stark children time to grow. As the books progressed Arya's chapters became fewer, yet the single chapter covers much more time. At the start a chapter saw days go by. Now the chapters in Braavos imply that Arya has been there for months if not a year already. This technique allows Martin to do time ellipses and age Arya faster by speeding up her narration. I don't think it's a coincidence that by checking the timelines of the chapters made by fans Mercy is chronologically later in time, more than all the others; the timelines of the POV characters are not aligned. I think this speaks to Martin's eagerness to make Arya grow up faster because of the things that await her later in the story.

We will have to wait and see… The simple answer is that Martin at the beginning of the story miscalculated the ages with respect to the actual time that passes during the events of the published books and now we live the consequences of that. In any case, he has already expressed the belief that "if a twelve-year-old has to save the world, so be it", and therefore it seems that he made peace with it.

I am aware that this is a problem with the books I am reading, I acknowledge it and move on. The way I explain these when the ages don't make sense to me is: It doesn't say anywhere in the books that a year in the world of Westeros is as long as a year on Earth sooo… I'll pretend that a year in Westeros is a bit longer and therefore according to Earth years the characters are a bit older.

[genderqueer-hippie]

I was tagged by @ineffabildaddy to fill out a get to know you doodad so here we are! Thank you for the tag, I love these things!

Real name: Jasmine - I was named after my dad's favorite flower

Nicknames & origins: In high school I was called Raph (we assigned teenage mutant ninja turtles to each other like normal ppl) and Grandma (long running joke of our friends long story) Jael was my first one online, an alias back in my days of livejournal. Jay is the most common and I enjoy it because it's gender neutral and easy to remember.

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/PatchouliDreamsForever/profile

Social media: this is the only place I am active

Pets: Oscar, Grace, and Bruiser. Not pictured is Buddy, a lab/mastiff mix

Hobbies: hiking, writing, foraging, camping, video games, reading, embroidery, cooking, other things that my noodle brain has forgotten

Personality: I tend to be more shy, especially in unfamiliar situations. I'm quick to be friends if I vibe well with someone. I tend to babble like a hamster on uppers when I talk about things I enjoy. Idk I'm just a super laid back queer stoner type (who is currently very stoned lol)

Fav holiday: I don't have a favorite, actually? I just enjoy the family time of a holiday meal together.

Fav food: edamame

Fav dessert: I'm a whore for gelato

Fav color: eggplant

Fav quotes: "But I digress..." is very relevant to my daily life

Fav books: The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, The Jungle Books, Fahrenheit 451, Good Omens, Wind in the Willows, I could go on but I won't

Fav TV shows: okay in no particular order, let the list unfold- Golden Girls, Buffy, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Interview with the Vampire, Willow, Good Omens, Staged, Our Flag Means Death, A League of Their Own, Torchwood,

Fav films: Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Birdcage, But I'm a Cheerleader, Funny Face, Charade, Princess Bride, The Blue's Brothers, Eyes Without a Face, Chicago, and so many more

Fav characters: I have so many!

Fav actors: currently all about David Tennant but Audrey Hepburn is always my go-to answer

Fav songs: Rhiannon Giddens is an amazing artist and everything I've heard from her is my favorite. I highly recommend Julie

Fav genre: I listen to so many things. I guess most listened to is blues and folk, but classical is another main staple of mine.

Fav podcast: I don't really listen to them tbh

Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes. Went to a Supernatural convention back in ...2013? Osric was running around the lobby in footie pajamas hanging out with everyone. I froze when Misha sat next to me at the cocktail party. I hugged Matt and he was super sweet. Karaoke was super fun. Ah, memories 😌

Have you ever been to a concert? Quite a few! I haven't been to one in a long time though.

Do you collect anything? I like rocks, books, physical media (CDs, DVDs, VHS), teas, wax seals and stationery

Idols? Idk that I really have an idol?

Is there a real life friend you can be yourself around? For the most part, yeah

Where would you love to travel? So many places. I haven't traveled far at all.

Random fact about yourself: when I was a kid I'd spend road trips daydreaming about running off into the woods and living a hermit life in a cave

This took longer than it should have but it was fun! I tag any of my moots that want to have an excuse to do it!

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

SangYao Horror(Ish) Ideas, Part One

When Meng Yao goes to Koi Tower for the first time, it's discovered (to his surprise) that he's part monster. A disgusted Jin Guangshan decides that banishment is too nice a punishment, but execution might lead to people discovering the boy was his. 

Not wanting Meng Yao anywhere near Koi Tower, he has Meng Yao dragged off to some falling-apart mansion of a disgraced magistrate near the border and sealed in, then offers a bounty to anyone who can kill the monster "haunting" the house. Many try, but Meng Yao, having realized his own father is sending assassins after him, taps into his monster-y powers in a desperate bid for survival and kills any comers.

Eventually, he's forgotten about by everyone except his father, who despises the fact that he's not dead yet.

Years later, Nie Huaisang is caught in a wild thunderstorm that blew in as he was escaping from a kidnapping party of Wens. Terrified, exhausted, wounded, and now soaked, he ducks into the first empty house he comes across, passing out almost the moment he falls across the threshold.

The pursuing Wens, realizing where they are, see this as a bonus opportunity. Not only can they recapture the Nie heir, they can force Jin-zongzhu to owe them for getting rid of his little problem.

One strides forward and grabs the unconscious Nie Huaisang by the hair, but then there's a growl out of the shadows

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Grimm's fairytale-style au where Nie Mingjue is poisoned and stolen away by Wen Ruohan and Nie Huaisang comes across a fox named Meng Yao who can get him back, but only piece by piece. 

And because magic must be equal to magic, Nie Huaisang has to give up bits of himself in return. 

He cuts off his hair to make silk for trade. 

One by one he breathes his talent for art, his love of birds, his cheer, and his cleverness into pearls. 

He gives up the color of his eyes (and some of his vision) to be made into paint.

When he finally has Nie Mingjue back, stitched together and healthy, he is hardly recognizable as himself anymore. 

Worse, there is still one thing missing, Nie Mingjue's memory. 

Unable to prove they are brothers, Nie Huaisang goes back to Meng Yao and begs for help one more time, but despairs that he has nothing left to trade. 

Meng Yao points out that's not true: if he agrees to be a fox's bride, that will be enough for one last magical theft. Though unsure of what he's getting himself into, Nie Huaisang agrees. 

When Meng Yao wraps him in a robe made from the silk he traded, pins his hair up with combs decorated in the pearls, and paints his face for the ceremony, Nie Huaisang finds himself restored to his old self.

Both brothers are now whole and Nie Mingjue is free and back in his realm, but of course there is one more catch. 

A human claimed by a magical animal must remain in the den during the winter months, as they will grow too cold and die without being close to that magic. In the harsh climate of the mountains, with the wedding taking place just before the first snow, Nie Huaisang has to wait an entire half a year before being able to see whether or not Meng Yao upheld his end.

(Fortunately for all involved, he did. Who would risk cheating such a devoted bride?)

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Meng Yao initially planning to pull a kill and replace on Nie Huaisang because he wants the other boy's better life, but eventually deciding to lock him away instead. He insists it's necessary so that he can keep refining his imitation, but really he just wants to keep a pretty bird for himself.

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Thinking about the relationships between old school horror actors and like, sangyao where they've been trading off hero and villain roles opposite each other for a decade and they hate each other outside roles but they have fucking amazing on-screen chemistry and then one day in makeup, Xue Yang is finally like "God, just fuck him already! You're making me look sane, you want it so bad!" 

And Meng Yao is so offended by the idea but shit, now it's stuck in his head and won't go away. They have to do a vampire scene next! He has to bite Huaisang with that thought in his brain!

The tension ramps up! The audiences love them, the producers love them, the directors are encouraging it and Meng Yao is pretty sure he's losing his mind. 

Even more maddening, Nie Huaisang either can't tell or is damn good at pretending not to notice and Meng Yao can't figure out which is worse. Either way it comes to a head at a swanky party. Nie Huaisang starts on their usual snippy back and forth, and Meng Yao just kinda snaps a little and drags him off for what everyone thinks is gonna be the catfight of the year.

It's not.

At least not in the way they’re thinking. 

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Urban magic AU where the Nies have to keep Huaisang hidden because he was born with Level III regenerative magic and if word gets out there are a whole lot of vampire clans (like the Wens) or other cannibal types that would do anything to get their hands on him as a food source. 

Meng Yao is a daywalker via his mother, a distant Wen cousin who fled from the family, but he has no idea because she was always extremely careful about what she gave him to eat. So when his hunger gets forcibly awakened, he understandably reacts with blind panic.

He has no idea how he ended up in this weird hospital-like building, but when someone attempts to grab him, he reacts with newly-grown fangs.

When the terror and hunger subsides, he finds himself a bloody mess with an equally-bloody and dazed young man in his lap and several guns aimed at his head.

His captors don't believe that he arrived by mistake, especially not when he went for their most closely-guarded asset. But his victim, who apparently healed up just fine in seconds, vouches for how shattered his mental state was when he showed up.

It's ultimately decided he won't be killed. But he can't be allowed to just waltz out, either. Since Huaisang seems to have taken an odd shine to him despite being attacked, it's decided he'll be the young man's new personal caretaker.

They'll put him back on the diet his mother had used, but having been awakened, he'll have to have blood at least every few days.

It gives him a weird little feeling of mixed pleasure and endearment when Huaisang volunteers to be his regular meal. 

[saki-19]

My everything

Furina × reader

This will all be happening before the traveler came to fontaine

(déesse de la mer means goddess of the sea)

Furina is a god and she lets everyone know that. A powerful and confident god at that. But what many don't know is that everything is just an act and she is the main actor. By many I mean noone except déesse de la mer.

A story old as time. The story was about the god of hydro and a mysterious lady. The story is old so noone knows how it really goes but it's soposed to talk about the one and only hydro archon herself falling for a mortal and making her a goddess by letting her be reborn as the same person everytime. A story of love tho it is cruel at the same time. By making the soul be reborn it also suffered at the same time. The future of the soul will always be with the hydro archon. Never able to go away and escape. The soul is soposed to take the form of a beautiful female that's why it got the name déesse de la mer. Goddess of the sea.

It has been years since the story came to life and many have forgotten about it but not the one and only Furina. Oh no she hasn't forgotten about that.

She was sitting in the opera house on her seat watching a show. Noone was paying attention to her as everyone was focused on the show. As it should the show was amazing the colors and music was perfect. But the only thing Furina could stare at was you. A small figure standing in the middle of the stage performing with the rest. She didn't care about the rest of them . Every move you made she was watching it. After the show ended everyone cheered for the performers as they waved to the audience. That's when it happened that's when their eyes finally meet. It was a second but that was enough for Furina. She knew who you were. She knew what you were doing here. You probably had no idea what this ment but she did. You have came back to her like always. Reather you like it or not your ment to be with her.

It is how it's ment to be. She made a decision a long time ago that you were hers. And nothing and noone will change that. After all your everything she has left.

It wasn't long before she convinced you to be her right hand. It wasn't hard. All she had to do was say you will have everything you'd ever need if you work for her. And by work she ment be next to her 24/7.

Going for a walk? Your with her. Eating cake? Your there. Everything she does you have to be with her. At first it was normal but some times you just started to question if this was even a job or a relationship. The question popped up when she asked you to take a bath with her. She was standing completely naked in front of you smiling like an idiot. She has done this a lot in your past lifes but you dont remember that.

But altho it was strange you went along with it. Took off your clothes and got into the big bathtub with her. You probably expected to just sit there but she was laying right on top of you just enough so you didn't drown.

It was then that she told you how she felt about you but reather this time she was not the happy and confident person but herself.

She didn't tell you the fact your soul is coursed to always be with her. She never did that. All she told you was that she loved you. That's when she thought it was a good idea to kiss your neck.

It all happened so fast you didn't have time to think about it and before you knew it you two were kissing both needy for each other's touch.

From that night on you were no longer her right hand but reather her lover. As before you were still next to her all the time but now you were even closer.

In the opera house you were now sitting on her lap when she had to see a show or anything else.

Before when you two might have taken walks now you two were walking hand in hand.

You might never find out why you two are together. Might never know your cursed but it's not like you cared anyways. As they say love is blind and if you don't know it you'll always stay with her even if you were ment to be with someone else in that life. Your hers and hers alone. She made sure of that.

[kriskalutz]

28 Bloody Nights CAS Challenge #9 - Lover

Riley: ...Holy crap. Regen????

Daniel: Wait. This is guy’s my dad?

Regen: Ugh. Please don’t call me that. Or Mom. Or anything parental. I’ve only invited you here to assist with your newfound powers, not to do any family bonding.

Riley: ...You’ve changed a lot since the last time I saw you face to face.

Regen: What can I say, darling? People can change a lot in 16 years.

Regen S. Burger-Wurst goes by many titles: super genius, distinguished actor, lover to many. Most of these are titles they give to themself whereas others would call him an evil mad scientist, a drama queen/king, and a Woohoo fiend. Regardless of how good or evil you see him, he’s made some very amazing finds in the field of science and medicine... even if they did find them in very unethical, immoral ways.

There are questions surrounding how Regen even manages to perform some of the work they do. In fact there’s lots of mysteries surrounding him, including how he even came to live in Forgotten Valley. Its almost like he popped up out of thin air one night, estate and all. Some wonder if he’s even from this world or if he’s some sort of Space Vampire.

Regen S. Burger-Wurst - Young Adult, He/She/They, Download Here

Genius, Art Lover, Noncommittal - Serial Romantic Aspiration

Likes: Black Color / Blue Color / Red Color / DJ Booth Music / Electronica Music / NuDisco Music / Pop Music / S-Pop Music / Tween Pop Music / Acting Skill / Dancing Skill / Fitness Skill / Programming Skill / Robotics Skill / Rocket Science Skill / Singing Skill /

Hates: Baroque Music / Classical Music / Pipe Organ Music /

Want the whole family together in a household? Here you go! Regen and Riley never married: they just had Daniel after a one-night stand. Regen never really wanted to be a parent, so he just agreed to make payments.

Regen S. Burger-Wurst was originally inspired by Dr. Frank N. Furter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show (the Tim Curry one) but turned into their own thing. They’re genderless but still prefers more feminine attire (they use a mix of he, she and they pronouns). Like Dr. Frank N. Furter his name is based off a type of German sausage: the Regensburger Wurst.

They have two outfits for most categories: one with pants and one without. They sometimes wear a wig along with the skirts/dresses.

Just an idea of what you’ll see for those outfits.

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

Al! Hello, hope you are doing well! I was curious, what are things you like most about the discworld books and/or Terry Pratchett's work in general?

Hello to you Silver! Hardt? Preference? Whichever hello! I’m doing well thank you for asking. But as to the question proper there’s a bunch of stuff I like about Discworld and Terry Pratchett’s writing in general. Probably some stuff I’ve forgotten. The following words will likely devolve into rambles, and I’ll try my best to avoid spoilers but I make no promises Silver. No promises.

Outside of Discworld and that collection of essays I’ve only read three other Pratchett books. Good Omens (love it!) Dodger (quite enjoyed it), and the Long Earth (which shockingly I just…couldn’t get into)

In general I would sum up my favorite things of Pratchett’s work is A) Laugh out loud humor. B) Stuff that seriously makes you think (the Hogfather bit people always quote) B.5 with the addendum (this might be the first time I’ve used this word ever?) that as either Pratchett or Neil Gaiman said (I forget which) funny is not necessarily the opposite of serious. Now, with that preamble on to Discworld!

THE WORLD BUILDING! You’ve got the importance and power of Belief from things like Hogfather or Small gods. Or how Light on the Disc moves slower than here because of the magical field. The societal stuff with Dwarves which better people than me have expounded upon. The way the guilds of Ahnk Morpork (spelled something wrong there) work. Or the tiny things like those Grapes that grapes you plant but you harvest before they’re planted! It’s just all amazing!

THE CHARACTERS. You’ve got Death, Granny Weatherwax, Vimes, Moist Von Lipwig, Tiffany. Great characters all around. Building up from tropes and using them as foundation and scaffolding to make something amazing. Vetinari I love. But one of my absolute favorite characters….is none other than Magrat Garlick. I love Granny and Nanny but Magrat’s whole thing through out the Witches books is just great to read. Love it.

The References. Like with CotIG when you get a reference you can’t help but smile a little and perhaps chuckle.

Just the Jokes in general? I think some of my favorite bits come from Wyrd Sisters (me loving a book taking cues from Shakespeare? What a shocking development!!). Two in particular. The build up of the storm. Through out the book we keep getting glimpses of this storm practicing like an actors first big night as the lead in What you will (not necessarily Twelfth night. I mean what play you will care to say is this big one. Richard the Third perhaps) and it’s all leading up to name dropping joke of The Tempest!

Or one of the best moments being when Death finds himself on stage for a performance (makes sense in context) and ends up getting stage fright because he’s not used to so many people seeing him. Seeing him in that moment due to the context of the stage and the expect to see him, when ordinarily he’s only visible to Wizards, Witches, the Psychically inclined…and cats! Oh what am I missing what am I missing….Death, Moist. Humor, heart, hearty humor , humorous heart…oh dear I’m becoming Polonius. Back on topic!! Oh! Oh! Tiffany! I forgot the Tiffany Aching books with some of my absolute favorites bits. Everything concerning “boffo” the literal cold opening in Wintersmith that a laughed a good long while about when I realized…and…other things.

While I’m at it Silver, in the event you’ve not read Discworld, allow me to make some recommendations of where to start. There’s the Witches books (I’d personally start with Wyrd Sisters and read Equal Rites at some future point. But ER before I Shall Wear Midnight of the Tiffany Aching Books!). The Death Books (starting with Mort) and…I’m going to go against what seems to be commonly suggested and suggest you can very well start at the start with the Color of Magic and the Light Fantastic. People say it’s terrible to start there…at least it seems people say it? Or say people say it…but to the Dungeon Dimension with that ! It was the sky one adaptation of CoM/tLF that introduced me to Discworld (and no matter what I can’t imagine Rincewind being young despite all the art. I just can’t. David Jason is just always Rincewind to me) and it was those two that I first read followed by Mort.

I hope that answer was sufficient Silver. In the event it wasn’t, feel free to ask another question to make up for it.

Make of this What you Will. Al, the Chronographing Cottager and Prince of Naming

[sillykoalalight]

"Respect their journey: a bigger ears in Denny JA's artwork about refugees"

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"Respect their journey: a bigger ears in Denny JA's artwork about refugees"

In the world of art, sometimes a bigger ear is needed to hear and understand the life journey of others. In an effort to honor their journey, the famous Indonesian artist, Denny JA, has created a series of works of art that pay homage to refugees. Through these works, Denny JA not only reveals the beauty of art, but also gives a voice to those who are often ignored or forgotten. One of Denny Ja's prominent artwork was an exhibition of paintings titled "Traces of Refugees". In this exhibition, he described the struggle and resilience of refugees through his passionate brush sweep. Every painting tells a unique story, using colors and textures that describe the long journey they take. Through these works, Denny Ja wants to remind us all of the resilience and courage possessed by refugees. In addition to paintings, Denny Ja also expressed his attention to refugees through theater works. In the theater performance with the title "Sound from the Border", Denny Ja described the refugee journey using a strong and amazing visual narration. The actors who appear in this performance are able to bring audiences into a world full of emotions and challenges faced by refugees. Through theater, Denny Ja wants to arouse empathy and awareness in society about their suffering. In addition to visual art and theater works, Denny Ja also tried to respect the refugee journey through his writings. He often writes essays and short stories that raise the issues faced by refugees. In his writings, he described their struggle with so lively details that the reader could feel the same emotions as felt by the refugees. Denny Ja hopes that through his writings, he can vote to those who are often not heard. Denny Ja's art works about refugees have received international recognition. His painting exhibitions have been exhibited in various art galleries in various countries, and the theater performances have been staged on various famous stages in the world. This is proof that Denny Ja's art works have a universal appeal and are able to touch the hearts of audiences from various cultural and social backgrounds. The importance of respecting the journey of their lives that are forced to become refugees should not be ignored. Through the works of Denny Ja art, we are reminded to open our bigger ears and listen to their stories with empathy and understanding. Only by understanding the journey of their lives, we can provide support and hope to the refugees. In a world that is often too busy with personal affairs, Denny Ja's artwork gives a strong reminder that we need to stop for a moment and appreciate the courage of those who are forced to leave their homes and find a better life. These works of art encourage us to continue to fight for justice and humanity for everyone, regardless of their background or social status. In comprehensive Check more: Respect their journey: Larger ears in Denny JA art works about refugees

[wolferals]

in love with a witcher

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none really; fluff, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos

BEFORE YOU READ!

I‘ve bundled all my Henry stories in a book on Wattpad! My @ is wolferal_ 💗

It happened in January. The day you met the love of your life started out pretty normal to you. You woke up around 8, had your morning cup of coffee and got dressed into a warm sweatshirt before heading to the fitting for the new role you'd just landed. You were going to star in „the witcher". You were pretty excited for the fitting since you imagined yourself to be wearing some extravagant medieval dresses.

They told you to be there by 9:30 to meet your co-star who was going to play THE Witcher, Geralt of Rivia himself. You didn't know too much about him, they told you his name but you were just too awful with names and had already forgotten again.

So right after getting ready, you drove to this huge building in the middle of new york to get your outfits done.

You'd been in the middle of getting fitted in a tight corset with a skirt when you heard a male voice greeting people through the dressing room. The lady that was helping you put on the corset finished and told you to step outside to look in the mirror.

You opened the long curtain and were immediately met by two big blue eyes that matched the curtain's color. You were stunned. He was gorgeous.

He seemed to be speechless as well since he only stared you up and down and didn't say a word.

„Y/n, meet Mr Henry Cavill, he will be portraying Geralt."

Your eyes lit up. „Of course, hi it's so nice to meet you, I'm y/n y/l/n."

You shook hands with him before he replied smiling:"Henry, nice to meet you too my dear." He emphasized the word „dear" with his thick british accent while pointing to your fancy dress.

Everything you could do was smile at that point. He was perfect; damn.

„Are you nervous at all to start shooting?"

You tried to make conversation while the woman who had helped you put on the dresses was fumbling on your back with the corset.

Henry‘s eyes lit up. „Terrified. I've been training for this role for the past 5 months and I've had to put on a lot of muscle weight, that was quite exhausting. But I think I managed quite well. Im just really happy and excited to start filming and to meet the rest of the actors and the team. I think Lauren has created something wonderful here and I hope we can make this show a success."

You were almost shocked by the way he phrased his sentences. So well mannered, so well spoken.

„I can only agree on that. But I think you'll do an amazing job." You complimented him which made him smile at you, revealing his dimples.

You almost choked on your own saliva when he smiled brightly while looking directly into your eyes.

„Miss y/l/n are you ready to try on the next dress?"

The lady interrupted your sweet chat with Henry but you knew you had to continue your fitting.

„Yes. I'm sorry Henry."

-„Oh no no, please. I have my own fitting anyways, no worries sweetheart."

You sent him a smile and turned around to walk back into the dressing room.

After the woman, who eventually introduced herself as Lara had opened up your corset in the back, you slipped out of it and waited for your next dress.

While you stood there in underwear you could hear Henry in the dressing room to your right saying something like:"No mate, too tight on my balls." and you couldn't help but chuckle. He clearly heard it but he didn't say anything.

And you bet it was, this guy just radiated bde, no chance in hell he had a small dick.

About 10 minutes later you were all zipped up tightly and stepped out of the dressing room again.

„Oh perfect I love it!" the designer exclaimed and started touching the dress and put it in place.

Suddenly the curtain opened and you were met with a broad muscular chest.

„Is this right?" Henry asked and pointed at the straps on his garment. „Absolutely Mr Cavill, i really like this one. If you want we could try the brown one but I think it's perfect."

Henry looked up at you and started to grin.

At this point you were just staring at his body and could lowkey feel yourself getting damp. He was so hot you could cry.

„You look beautiful m'lady." He smiled and kissed the back of your hand while going down on one knee.

„Oh this is just perfect!" Lara exclaimed and stared at the two of you while you both laughed.

„We'd just take some pictures of the two of you if thats alright.

You nodded immediately.

„Of course."

Henry and you walked over to the green screen and he brought his arm around you to place his !huge! hand on your waist. He grabbed you rather tightly but you didn't mind. In fact, you wanted him to grab you even tighter.

You did the same and thats when you noticed how tall he really was. Your head was barely reaching his shoulders. His oh so broad shoulders. And he smelled like heaven. This man was truly a god.

„Thanks you guys. Y/n we have one more outfit for you, would you like a break or can we continue?"

-„Oh no of course I'm all good. Lets do this." you smiled and let go of Henry.

His hand stayed put on your waist. Suddenly you heard his deep voice right on your ear and he spoke:"Was a pleasure meeting you, can't wait to start shooting. Have a wonderful day darling."

You almost died at that point. His strong hand on your body and his deep ass voice right on your fucking ear got you wetter by the second.

It took you a second to respond but when you did, you sounded more confident than you felt at that point.

„It was great meeting you too Henry. I guess I'll see you on Wednesday." He smiled again, his damn dimples...

„Bye love." he spoke before his hand slid up over your entire back before his hot touch left your body and you already started craving his touch.

About half an hour later you were all set and ready to leave. „Thank you guys so much! Have a great day y'all. Bye!" You waved goodbye and made your way to the elevator at the end of the hall.

With small steps you walked through the building and pushed the „down" button to get to the first floor.

Once the door opened your stepped inside and started looking for your phone in your bag.

„Hi." a deep voice scared the living shit out of you.

„Jesus." Henry at you and stepped into the elevator next to you.

„How come you're done already?"

-„I told them I had an appointment and that I'll come back tomorrow. I forgot to ask for your number."

You suddenly got so shy once you were all alone with him in this small space. „Well would you mind giving me your number?"

Smiling you nodded and he handed you his phone.

While you were typing in your number you could feel him staring at you.

„There you go." he smiled at you and stepped a little closer while you were going down to the ground floor.

„So what are you doing now?"

Henry spoke up and you looked up at him.

„Probably just grab some lunch. You?"

He nodded. „Me too."

It was silent for a while until he started laughing:"For fucks sake girl, i wanna have lunch with you."

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Possessive Lenny?

These Show Business parties are always pretty much the same, but Susie likes her to go and make nice now that she's on Gordon's show. Make some friends who aren't messy comedians who just want to be friends. That kind of thing. So she goes, she makes nice, she has a few drinks, and then she gets to go home at the end of the night.

And it's fine, Midge thinks. She likes parties, though she doesn't necessarily enjoy just standing around and chatting. If she can be helpful in some way, she'd rather do that. Either by entertaining people, or by lending a hand in the kitchen, refilling people's drinks.

But tonight, there is a thoroughly charming and distracting Broadway actor who has decided he likes keeping her attention. He's tall, and muscular - completely gentile and totally out of the question of course - but the attention is nice. His eyes are a startling shade of green, and when he smiles, his eyes crinkle in an entirely too-sexy way. He's got freckles, too. Cute ones, and very briefly, Midge wonders where else he might have freckles.

And he's not even talking about himself! A deeply attractive man who is talking about - of all things - the set he saw Don Rickles do recently?

Maybe his family is really Jewish and they converted when they arrived in America...

"There you are!"

The actor she's talking to - Jared? Jason? - stops, and turns, his whole face lighting up. "Lenny Bruce! Oh my god, this is amazing! I'm an enormous fan."

Lenny steps over, cigarette between his fingers as he looks the guy in the face (they're around the same height, though Lenny is noticeably slighter in build) and nods. "Well, thank you, I very much appreciate that." He gives a charming smile and points to Midge. "I've been looking for this one all over the place. We had plans to meet up here, and I am worried that she may have forgotten about me in favor of...well...your whole thing going on."

Jason laughs - clear and perfect. "Oh, I'm sure she could never. But Midge is a charming conversationalist, and we got caught up."

Midge takes a breath and smiles, still staring daggers at Lenny. "Why thank you. I've been having a good time talking to you, too."

"Well, don't me stand in your way," he says good-naturedly, nodding to both Midge and Lenny. "Very lovely talking with you, Midge. Let's catch up again sometime."

"Absolutely," Midge smiles at him. "See you."

She watches him go, takes a deep breath, and then turns to Lenny.

"What. Was that?" she asks.

He just takes a drag off of his cigarette.

"We had plans to meet up, did we?" she says. "Was I around when we made those plans, or did you make them up all by yourself?"

"Oh, please, I was saving you, that guy can't be straight. Or Jewish."

"Sure, Lenny."

They stand there in silence for a long moment and she sips her drink.

"Green is not your color," she tells him finally.

"Hey, I am not-"

"We can't be just friends if you can't handle watching me with other men," Midge snaps quietly. "And you're the one who wanted to keep a safe distance after Carnegie Hall, not me. So what's it gonna be?"

She's expecting him to deflate a little. To relent on something. To say he knows he needs to pull it together. That she's right and it isn't faire to act this way, but he doesn't do any of that.

Lenny sets his jaw, takes her by the fingers and tugs.

"Lenny, what-"

He leads her through the party, nodding to a few people as they go, out onto the terrace of this ridiculous hotel ballroom, before pulling her into a corner where no one can see them.

The kiss is searing, and Midge gasps as she melts against him, clinging to his sui jacket.

"I was an idiot to think I could stay away from you," he mutters against her lips. "I don't want to be just your fucking friend."

He's kissing her again, and she finds her hands sliding up to his neck.

"And I absolutely hate watching you flirt with other men," he tells her. "I hate it. I hate imagining you like this with another man. I'd rather see that guy get pushed off a fucking cliff than think about his hands anywhere near you. I'd rather him be set on fire than have to watch him kiss you."

Midge has to giggle at that, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck.

"No more flirting with other men, please," he sighs, nuzzling in against her neck. "My poor battered heart can't take it, Midge."

"You said you wanted to be friends," she reminds him softly. "I took you at your word."

"I know," he says, standing up straight and gazing down at her. "And if you'd fought me on it I would have been pissed, but who the hell am I kidding? I cannot go back to the way things were."

Midge takes a breath and smiles at him. "Then why don't we ditch this terrible party and go talk over some coffee? Or do you need something stronger after having to watch me talk to Superman in there?"

"Very funny, Mrs. Maisel."

"That's why they pay me the big bucks."

[ladyxskywalker]

Pedro Pascal Fic Recs 💫

princessxkenobi's 1k September Celebration 🌼🍂📖

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their constant support. 💛

please be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading

nsfw & adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

fics marked as (series) are stories with two or more parts

pairings will be listed as (gn, f, afab, m, oc, ofc, onc, ace, masc, masc gn)

everything is organized alphabetically by fandom & character to the best of my ability

(If you would like to be removed, please send me a message to let me know 🙏)

enjoy ! xo ☕

✨ Dave York

Affliction (series) (fatal attraction au) by @clydesducktape (f!reader, ofc) **

When Legends Rise (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) **

✨ Ezra

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop (series) by @oonajaeadira (f!reader) **

Crassula Ovata (series) by @ezramando (gn!reader)

Cup Those Hands (series) by @justrunamok (ofc, bi!gn!reader) **

Rushing Decadence (voice actor!ezra) by @highsviolets (gn!reader)**

Shadows & Starlight (series) (fae king ezra) by @ezrasbirdie (ofc)

Specks of Color by @pumpkin-stars (gn!reader)

Jagged Scraps of Him by @ezrasbirdie

Mysticus (series) (soulmate au) by @juletheghoul (f!reader) **

The Family Vane (series) (borrowers au) by @miraclesabound  (ezra, cee, din, grogu)

The Lucky One (series) (about time au) by @/dayoffinkyoto on ao3

The Sun Sets With You (series) by @sharkbait77 (f!reader)

Winter Moon (series) by @rae-gar-targaryen (f!reader) **

✨ Frankie Morales

Clean by @highsviolets (afab!reader) **

Down Payment (series) (we were warriors) collab with @hotspacepilots by @jedi-mando (ofc) **

Finding Family by @absurdthirst  (f!reader) **

Fix'er Upper (series) by @givemethatgold (f!reader) **

Fly Me To The Moon by @pilothusband (f!reader)  

In Your Arms by @writefightandflightclub (masc!gn!reader)

I'd Give You My World by @clydesducktape (a/b/o dynamics) **

Oblivius (series) (my best friend's wedding au) by @juletheghoul (f!reader, ofc) **

Project Eleven (series) (post apocalyptic au) by @steeeeeeeviebb (f!reader) **

Weeknights (series) by @frannyzooey (f!reader) **

✨ Jack 'Agent Whiskey' Daniels

Crimson Rose (series) by @brandyllyn (soulmate au) (f!reader)

Experimental Love (sex pollen au) by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

She Moves Through The Fair by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

The Traveler (series) (western au) by @silksaddle (f!reader) **

✨ Javier Peña

Amas Veritas (series) (practical magic au) by @steeeeeeeviebb (f!reader)

Forbidden Fruit by @mellowswriting (f!reader)**

Forgotten (series) by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

Suspension of Disbelief by @justrunamok (black!omc)

Waterfall Inquiry (series) by @highsviolets (f!reader) **

Whatever It Takes by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

✨ Marcus Moreno

Poorly Wired Circuit (series) by @radiowallet (ofc)**

✨ Marcus Pike

Share Your Address by @marvelousmermaid (gn!reader) (collab with @louderrthanthunderr & @healingstardust) 

Stardust by @mellowswriting  

The Raunchy Raid by @absurdthirst (f!reader) ** 

Unfortunate Mistakes, Fortunate Outcomes by @absurdthirst  (f!reader) **

✨ Oberyn Martell

In Name Only (series) by @forever-rogue (f!reader)**

The Arrangement (series) by @absurdthirst (f!reader)

Hotel Dorne (modern au) by @absurdthirst (f!reader)**

Life Has It's Mysteries by @maharani-radha-writes (gn!reader)

Little Sparrow (series) by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) ** (ellaria, oberyn)

Lost in Your Depths (series) by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

Solis by @juletheghoul (f!reader) **

Sugar & Strawberries (series) (professor oberyn) collab by @ezrasbirdie & @starlightmornings (ofc) **

Washed Out (series) (deep sea oberyn) by @juletheghoul (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

The Blizzard by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

Born to Be Wild (series) (modern au) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) **

Lavender & Mint (series) by @lilkermit14 (f!reader)** (submitted by @clydesducktape)

Pan Dulce (series) by @clydesducktape

Emparejar (series) by @clydesducktape (a/b/o dynamics) (f!reader)

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Locksmith (series) by @oonajaeadira (f!reader) **

Deal with the Devil (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) **

The Greatest Thief in the World by @kesskirata (f!reader) **

✨ Zach Wellison

A Room With A View (series) by @absurdthirst (f!reader) **

On the Wind (series) by @sharkbait77 (ofc)