#and here we see a man slowly realize that he *gasp* actually likes other people

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 17

Jason voorhees + dry humping

Im gonna try and catch up on kinktober, can’t promise they’ll all be done in October, but I will finish this list at some point. No beta read, we die like Jason’s victims.

Kinktober list

The underbrush crunched under your boot as you ran through the forest, your heavy boots doing nothing to silence the sound of your feet as they stomped through the leaves and plant life. Behind you, you could hear the sound of a person hot on your tail, their steps louder than your own and if you listened closely, you could hear them panting.

Had it been anyone else you would have started truly running for your life, but as you knew it was only Jason, you kept it at a manageable pace, knowing he wouldn’t truly kill or hurt you. This had all been Jason’s idea, after you got together, he seemed to finally discover his libido and how he always got excited when hunting other people. He really wanted to hunt you through the woods like you were one of his victims, though without all the traps. Just him and his machete.

Of course, he hadn’t outright asked you immediately when he got the idea. He actually avoided it as much as possible, to the point where he would avoid you after hunting whoever his last victim was because he didn’t want you to see his half hard erection, or notice how he was panting a little deeper than normal.

But one day you noticed, it was late at night and Jason must have assumed you had gone to sleep when he returned to your shared cabin. He was cleaning off his machete when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, the large man almost flipping around and chopping your head off in surprise. When he realized it was you though, he shrunk in on himself somewhat, especially when you started running your hands up and down his thighs. That was when you realized he was hard, and after some prodding got it out of him what had caused it.

So here you were, running through the woods in some heavy boots, baggy denim pants, some t-shirt you didn’t care for and one of the jackets Jason had brought back from one of his victims. When you felt Jason near you and the tips of his fingers brush against your back you sped up, a breathless laugh escaping you as you left him in the dust. You knew from how Jason started storming after you that it had served its purpose and made him even more excited.

When you neared a large boulder, you tried to turn and go in another direction, but the strong powerful hands of your boyfriend grabbed onto your jacket and wrenched you back. You let out a yell of fake fear as he grabbed you, looking over your shoulder and trying to appear truly terrified as you struggled out of your jacket, stumbling over your feet as you slipped free and left the fabric in Jason’s iron grip.

You also used this time to look at Jason and smirked internally at his appearance. To everyone else he would look the same, but you could tell he was really affected by this. What skin was visible was shiny with sweat and his chest and shoulders rose and lowered as he panted, his breath creating small clouds in the cold night air.

Turning to continue to run, you only got maybe 20 meters before your foot was caught in a root that was sticking up, sending you crashing to the ground. You flipped around to see Jason standing right over you, machete gripped tightly in his fist as he seemed to step out of the mindset of a killer and tilt his head, asking in his own way if you were okay. Giving a small nod of reassurance that yes you were fine, you kept up your role of victim and tried to crawl backwards when your foot was free.

Your upper back hit the trunk of a tree and you were stuck, gulping the spit that gathered in your mouth as Jason slowly walked towards you, his slow sure gait sending a shiver of excitement up your spin. A gasp left you as Jason picked you up by the shirt and slammed you back into the tree, crowding around you and forcing his way between your legs causing you to hook them around his hips.

Jason stabbed the machete into trunk of the tree and pushed himself closer to you, his panting audible through the hockey mask as he stared down at you. You moaned as his hips met yours, your lengths rubbing against one another, the shaky groan leaving Jason telling you he was just as affected. The role of victim and killer seemed to have been thrown into the wind as Jason stared grinding his hips into yours, his head falling onto your shoulders as he panted and groaned.

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, trying to grind back against his movements. He grabbed your hips in his strong hands and held you in place, his movements going from grinding to rough humping, the denim of your pants digging roughly against your crotch and making you whimper. You cursed to yourself as he pressed you further into the tree, his powerful hips humping against yours with what appeared to be no difficulty or strain.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants as his large length humped against your own, the noises he released sounding almost animalistic as he panted and growled, spit dripping from behind his mask and onto your shoulder as his hands dug bruises into your hips. You could tell he was about to cum as his movements grew more jagged and rough, the noise that leaves him sounding like a wounded animal as you feel warmth spread over the front of his pants and seeping into your own. He keeps moving his hips, humping into your own until you cum, your head smacking into the tree behind you as you throw your head back at the orgasm, the feeling ripping through you all the way down to your toes that curl in your boots.

The two of you stand there pressed up one another and panting, trying to catch your breaths as Jason’s hips move in small twitchy moves, overstimulation making you both sensitive to the smallest movement. Leaning down you press a kiss to whatever part of his head you can reach and rest against him, trying to calm down your heartbeat. When Jason seems to have caught his breath he took a step back, still holding you against him as he starts making his way back to your cabin, his walk slightly awkward as he wasn’t used to walking around after doing something like this.

[teenandbeyond]

Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader

I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.

Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English

You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...

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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.

He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.

And he liked cats, so why not check it out?

You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.

You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.

"Oh. That you Eraser head?"

He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."

You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.

"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."

"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."

You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."

"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.

"Cinnamon."

"What?"

"That's her name. Cinnamon."

"Oh."

Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.

Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.

He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.

But your coiled hair, thick and natural...

He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.

And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.

He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.

But he thought you could pull of anything.

You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.

But there was a problem.

Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.

Hizashi.

So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...

But he should've known his friend better than that.

"You don't need to come with me."

"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."

"I like cats."

"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"

"No."

"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to meet her!"

"That's not necessary."

When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.

"Huh...she's actually very pretty."

Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."

Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.

You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"

He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."

You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"

"You can call me Hizashi!"

You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.

Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.

"Nah, there ain't no way!"

"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.

"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"

Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.

Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.

But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.

"What?"

"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Just trust me."

"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.

Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"

Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.

'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'

"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"

The minuscule smile was gone, "No."

"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.

"It wasn't.

"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.

"...Whatever."

"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?

"Shut up, idiot.

'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'

[pokeexehasstoppedworking]

Applin Of My Eye Ch1 The Apple Shaped Heart Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree (plus story summary)

Part 5 of the Galar Soulmate Series spin off of Love Doesn't Do Encores/A Champion Time For The Heart and side parody of Dragon's Treasure/Diamond In The Rough (This story will be much shorter than the others but I didn't want to leave out the last guy. This will also be the final installment of the Galar Soulmate Series.) Everything was fine now. Eternatus was defeated. The bad guys caught. No more things to worry about...Or at least for Y/n. A small encounter with a certain farmer has made him realize that he never apologized for bowling her over with a wooloo. So when the woman who helped save Galar shows up on his doorstep with an injured wooloo he may realize that maybe he had some secret feelings he never expressed to her in the beginning.

(Before we begin keep in mind that I do not know the actual name of Milo's little brother so his name is only cannon for this story, and his backstory is also not cannon and just for the story.)

It was a funny thing how crushes often worked you see.

You couldn't really control when cupid would shoot you with his arsenal of arrows through your heart and piercing your brain with that fuzzy feeling that made you all warm inside. However he felt as if he might've been hit with a whole sledgehammer. He still remembered the first time he saw her there. Last year pretty early in the year too actually. It was when he was getting his wooloo ready for the Gym Challenge but unfortunately one of the little rascals had slipped out and started running all over the gym with him chasing right after. Eventually it was able to escape right out of the gym and rolled faster than a tumble weed in a tornado out of his gym and right up the dirt road leading right out of town. Well he went chasing right after it one hand holding his sun hat. To his horror the pokemon was heading right towards two women walking their way down the dirt road chatting oblivious to the danger. Unfortunately speed was never his strong point, he was more of a strength guy himself.

Gloria smiled and pointed to it as the two of you walked down hill on the path. "Look! See? I told ya it was a good idea to take the short cut."

You looked down at her deadpanned, the baaing becoming louder the farther you two walked. "Uh huh. And those people chasing us in the beginning was part of the 'good idea'?"

You two didn't see the thing coming towards you from down the path or the man giving chase to it. "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad. We got here faster and now we can rest up and see 'bout that gym.

"Oh yes. And battling someone inside a mine is a good idea too-"

"Nonono! Miss! Watch out-''

Something hard rammed into your legs and they went flying back, sending your front shooting forward and in an instant you faceplanted the dirt road hard. A resounding 'THUMP!' sound echoing out as whatever rammed into you just as suddenly disappeared. It was like a your legs were pins and you just got ran over by a bowling ball. Stunned your body just sat there face first on the ground with your sobble thrown from your shoulder a couple feet away. You didn't move even as a gasp reached your ears, along with baaing and running footsteps. Your sobble chirping in annoyance upon being flung sat itself up and shook itself off, but scurried away and burried itself under your limp noodle of an arm when someone bigger nearly ran it over. Still you laid there stunned.

"OH NO! OH NO!!" A man's worried voice reached your ears just as your brain finally started to register you had been knocked over. "I AM SO SORRY!! MISS!? ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

"Y/N!!" Gloria shouted and you felt her shake you frantically. "NO! This can't be how you die! Bowled over by a wooloo isn't a good way to die so please get up!!"

....You coughed. And groaned. Your vision blurry as your now dirty face slowly lifted itself from the ground and looked up. Blinking at the two faces before you. Gloria who was obviously concerned, but the other was a man one hand clutching a hat on his head as he looked you over with worry. "What was-"

"I am SO sorry, Ma'am!" The man you assumed kneeled down letting you get a better look at his freckled face. "My...Are you ok!? You took that tackle head on!"

"What happened?," you mumbled and your answer was being easily lifted by the man by strong hands grabbing your shoulders.

"One of my wooloo! I'm so very, very sorry! She keeps running away everytime someone leaves a door open and I need her for the gym so I keep having to chase her down and bring her back!," the man quickly stated holding you up on wobbly legs as you shook your head as your poor sobble refused to let go of your arm. Hanging onto it like a koala bear would. Hands dusted you off. "Oh no. You're all a mess because of me. I hope you're not hurt, Ma'am."

You waved him off. "It's fine. Wouldn't be the first time I had to deal with troublesome wooloo," you grumbled remembering the Slumbering Weild incident. "I feel fine. Just a few dirt stains aren't gonna hurt."

The man sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. I was really worried when you fell so suddenly." His face quickly snapped with a frown to the wooloo who baaed at him. "And you! What did I tell you about running off like that!? This time you did hurt someone!" It baaed louder at him. "Don't you talk back to me! You're in big trouble young lady!......Hm?" He looked to Gloria who was currently staring at him in surprise before he suddenly smiled at her. "Oh. You must be one of the Gym Challengers, right?"

"I- W-Who me!?" She sputtered before nodding quickly. "Y-Yes, Sir! I am!"

"Ah! I thought so." His polite smile widened. "I saw you at the Opening Ceremony earlier this week! My name's Milo. It's nice to meet you."

"I know! AH! I mean!" Gloria sputtered holding up her hands. "I s-saw you too with everyone else! I'm so sorry!"

held up his hands. "Oh no. If anything I should be the one apologizing to you and your friend here for the trouble I put you through."

"Milo?," you asked confused gaining his attention.

He nodded. "I'm a Gym leader here and partial to Grass Type pokemon. And if I'm not mistaken your friend here is one of the ones Leon keeps going on about. I've been itching to see just how good the Champion endorsed Gym Challengers are..." he sighed moving his hands to his hips. "But I'm afraid you might have to wait your turn."

"Huh?" Gloria blinked.

"I know usually my gym's the first one trainers pass by on their trip, but I didn't expect so so many to come here right after the ceremony. I've been completely swamped and I still have three trainers waiting for their turns with me right now. And it doesn't help this one keeps running off the first chance she gets."

You mean I gotta wait until you have more time off just to fight me?" She groaned with a pout. "Maybe we should've taken the train to get here faster after all."

"Hey. The man's busy" You patted her back with a frown. "And obviously he's having a hard time right now. You said we had what?....A whole year until those finals come up? It hasn't even been a whole week yet. We can wait a lil bit longer and let Mr. Milo here sort himself out."

Milo gave you a surprised look and Gloria sighed before nodding. "You're right. We're here and that's the most important thing! I can wait a few more days if I have too."

You smiled. "That's the spirit!"

Even Milo eventually smiled. "Well then. Let me find out at the Gym Stadium when you're ready." He pointed behind him. "Just head on down this route and you'll run right into my stadium. See you there!" He then turned to the wooloo. "Come on now. Back to the stadium with you too. We can't keep the Gym Challengers waiting." It baaed at him in protest but didn't give too much of a fight when it started to follow him as he turned and gave one wave back to you two. "Again sorry for the trouble! Hope to see you soon!"

With a sigh you brought your arm up and your sobble blinked at you...before grabbing your cheek with a questioning chirp. "I'm fine. Just a little sore."

He thought that would've been it. You see he wasn't expecting to see her again. He thought he saw her the next day when he battled her friend in the stadium, but that was that. He lost, congratulated the young girl who looked about the same age as his little brother and off she went. He thought that would be it until he saw the next challenger. But he was surprised when night fell and he stepped out for a few moments to himself.

The night was peaceful. The night was quiet. It was one of the times he could actually get a bit of breathing room to himself and he always gave one last look around anyways. The wooloo were all snug back in their barn. The gym was cleaned up and closed. And most of the farm's chores were already done. All that was left was to do one last look around before bed. The night was pretty. The sun had just started going down over the horizon leaving sn assortment of yellows and oranges and pinks to be chased away by a dark blanket of black filled with millions of tiny stars. It was beautiful among the silent fields. Although he was never expecting to run into another person. Quite literally. He was just walking around the side of his barn when he almost ran face first into a woman. A woman with a sobble clinging to her shoulder. The sudden face to face encounter had her jumping back with a yelp jumping back and the sobble terrified ducking behind her head with a chirp. He himself took a step or two back from the sight as the two of them just...blinked at one another for a good second. Who was-

"Milo?," The woman asked with a blink. "What are you doing out here?"

He blinked. Why did she look familiar? "I...I own this farm? And who are you?"

"I'm Y/n." He still stared. "Your wooloo bowled me over the other day."

It all clicked in an instant. "Oh! You're that woman!" He remembered now. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"Camping." She gestured behind her towards the back fields and when looked over her, he noticed there was two tents set up right in the middle of one of his fields. "My friends and I are camping out here before we leave tomorrow morning, but we had no idea this place belonged to you. I heard someone walking around out here so I came to check it out." It was then she held up her hands and apologized. "But we don't want to cause any trouble. If it's a bother, I'll have them move our tents somewhere else. I'm sorry."

"Oh no. It's no trouble at all," he insisted with a smile. "As long as you all don't litter, I don't mind at all. "

"Oh. That's actually really nice of you. Thank you so much. That battle you had with Gloria today was great!"

He paused all of a sudden caught off guard by what she had said. "Pardon me?"

She smiled at him. "I said your battle with Gloria was really fun to watch. You put up a good fight out there today. No wonder you're a gym leader!"

And in that moment he paused. She was complimenting him? HIM?! He had to look around real quick to make sure that there wasn't anyone else there for her to speak too even though he knew there really. He then looked back to her with that perplexed took. By now the small sobble had timidly poked his head from behind hers.

He pointed at himself. "You mean me?"

"Of course I mean you! You're the only gym leader in Turrffield. Who else would I be talking to?" She rose a brow.

"Oh. I-I meant no offense, Ma'am. It's just...well I'm not used to compliments actually." A hand reached up as an embarrassed smile graced his features. "I don't get a whole lot of them outside my friends and little brother."

"Really? I'm surprised. You put up such a good fight against Gloria." Ah. That must be her friend's name. The young girl who he battled today in fact. "You're also the first official gym leader I've met so far."

He blinked in surprise. "Really?"

She nodded. "You see. I'm uh... Visiting Galar. It's my first time ever being in this region. So today was my first time ever seeing a live gym battle and you're the first ever gym leader I've spoken too....Ever actually."

"Huh? You mean you've literally never met another gym leader before me? Like ever?" 

"Nope! First time ever today. Or night as it happens to be now." ...She smiled again. "But I'm glad it was you. You're really kind, I could tell by how you treated your Pokemon during the battle." She then turned and waved a hand good bye. "Well it was nice meeting you Mr. Milo. Sorry again for the trespassing. Have a good night."

"Uh...Good night."

That was it. He didn't see the strange woman again when he went to inspect the fields the next morning. The tents and people were gone, if he didn't find the small holes in the ground from the tent spikes, he would've believed he'd just dreamt up the whole thing. Oh well. She was kind though! It made him happy to be complimented for once but he soon forgotten about the whole thing when he just got on with his life. A lot of wool was harvested from him wooloo and so many crops were harvested from the fields this year! In fact this might've been the most plentiful harvest Turrffield has ever had. 

His little brother was making his way through the gym challenge as well! He was so proud of him! He really grew from a bud to a giant blossom this year. He was so proud watching Felix battle his way through the gym leaders one after another and make his way through the gym challenge. He always knew Felix was a much more stronger and capable trainer than he ever was. He'd grown so much than he'd ever could, one day when he was older he'd make an even better gym leader! If Ma and Pa could see him now, they'd think the same thing he was sure of it! So it came to no surprise when months passed and he saw Felix again sometime in August. The biggest smile on his face when he busted through the door of their home, almost scaring Milo into dropping the giant sake of potatoes he was handling,  and with a confident smile presented his full badge circle with all eight badges. 

"Milo! I'm competing in the semifinals this year!"

He  was then given the biggest hug and welcome Milo could ever give. His own little brother was going to be in the semifinals this December.  And it was then that he saw her again. When he and his brother traveled down to Wyndon city near Christmas time. Felix was getting ready to battle the other three finalists and he was patiently waiting for it all to start from the V.I.P lounge with most of the other gym leaders. But they couldn't until Leon showed back up, which was sooner than he expected when the door opened and the smiling Champion came walking in-

With one mighty push, Leon pushed the door open and walked right in. "Hey, Everyone." He called back into the room. "Sorry I'm late!"

"Leon. Don't tell me you got lost again! I thought one of us were gonna have to rescue you like last time.," came a woman's voice that sounded familiar from the inside, "I swear sometimes you're more confusing than a spinda."

You both slowly shuffled in as Leon chuckled a bit embarrassed. "C'mon, Nessa. That's a bit harsh." Shaking his head he smiled behind him as you brought up the rear. "I got a bit distracted on the way here and invited some friends over."

You stepped in and blinked at what you saw. The room you were all in was almost as big as Gloria's hotel room but less fancy. Warm thankfully, with some couches, a table with a few chairs, a big flat screen TV, and over in one corner was some kitchen stuff. By kitchen stuff there was a counter with a few cabinets, a sink, full sized fridge, microwave, and a coffee maker. And within the room around you was all ten gym leaders!! Ms. Opal was sitting at the table with a cup of presumed tea with Kabu who seemed to be meditating or asleep by the way he was just sitting there eyes closed and arms crossed. Gordie had been standing by the fridge leaning against the wall, but looked up from his drink when the door opened. Melony standing with him. Nessa sitting on the couch next to Bea, and across from them on the other couch was Raihan glancing at you with a surprised look with Alister sitting next to him on the opposite side of the couch. Milo was the closest one standing to you all looking to have been in the middle of eating some kind of doughnut in his hand when you walked in, and last but not least there was Piers. He had been the only one visibly standing and looking out the window as the stadium was filling up with people, but had side glanced over his shoulder just seeing Leon before turning back to the window before he could see you walk in behind him. Disinterested in whoever Leon brought with him. Oh if only he knew. And...HEY! It was the three trainers of Raihans. Sebastian, Camilla, and Aria. The triplets were encircled around the fridge most likely getting something to eat also.

Good morning," Victor greeted politely and a bit more confidently than you as he waved. "It's really nice to meet all of you."

You were going to say hi as well. Most probably to Nessa since you've spoken to her before or maybe Ms. Opal and ask how Bede was doing. Or....maybe Raihan if you were feeling a bit more brave. But it was one soft voice that interrupted all thoughts.

"Y-Y/n."

A lot of everyone around you (you included-) looked surprised as ALLISTER of all people spoke out and you watched in surprise as he slowly scooted himself off the couch until his feet hit the floor. With a turn of his head towards you he slowly walked towards you...and you smiled. 'y/n. Milo instantly paused, His emerald green eyes going wide all of sudden, and the doughnut he was holding nearly dropped. And his brows instantly shot up upon seeing YOU of all people standing there next to Leon.....YOU!? HERE!? WHAT WERE YOU DOING BACK HERE?! WITH LEON!? HUH-

"Hey, Allister." You greeted and to everyone's surprise you instantly lowered yourself to sit on your knees finally placing Silver down to your side to be eye to eye with Allister. This seemed to make him more comfortable to talk with you as he slowly walked up to you now being closer to his height. "Wow. You look great! Did you grow taller from the last time I saw you?"

He instantly nodded his hands into fists in front of his chest. "Uh huh. L-Leon s-s-said I grew three inches this year!"

You gave a small gasp. "No! That's so cool! You're growing up fast. Soon you're going to be even taller than him."

"Y-You think so?"

You nodded again smiling wide. "Oh yeah. A big strong person like you? I bet you'll be the tallest person I know!"

That seemed to make him happy as he smiled from behind his mask at you before reaching around to his pokeballs. You watched patiently as he fumbled before holding up a pokeball. "I-I made a new f-f-f-friend! W-Would you like to meet him?"

Still smiling you nodded. "I would love to meet your friend, Allister." You gestured to Silver next to you who chirped when you acknowledged him. "I want you to meet my friend too. Allister this is Silver. He's been with me for a while now. Say hello, Sil."

In response Silver have off some kind of noise towards Allister who stared for a moment. "H-Hello..." Before turning back excitedly to you. "H-Here! Y-You're gonna really like him!" You knew that you would either way. Everyone was now staring at you two in surprise. Even Kabu had opened his eyes to peer over at what was going on. A flash of bright light from Allister gave way to something white, floating, and very pretty. And you smiled wider realizing what exactly what it was. Floating there by Allister in all it's white glory, was a Froslass. "I m-m-met him w-w-when it snowed by the stadium. He really likes playing hide and s-seek with us."

"Ooh. He's absolutely beautiful." You turned to the pokemon, and as if he was another human, you greeted him. "How do you do? It's very nice to meet you, Sir."

The pokemon blinked at you seeming to be taken a back a bit but made some noises while smiling proudly at itself. Allister slowly pointed at him. "H-He s-says you're v-very polite and i-it's n-nice to see s-s-someone recognize h-h-his looks."

You chuckled. "Well thank you! I'm glad he thinks so." Slowly you stood back up to stretch your legs still smiling. "I'm glad to see you're making new friends to play with. Are you here to watch the semifinals too?"

Allister nodded again before pointing over to the couch. "B-Bea's going to take me to the h-h-haunted houses in the c-c-city for Christmas."

You glanced from him to her and smiled. "Well doesn't that sound great!" You waved to her. "Hi. I don't think we've met. Or seen each other really."

Bea seemed to still be staring at you totally bewildered but it was nessa who spoke up next. "Oh yeah. I remember you." More surprised glances were sent between her and you as she gestured towards you. "You were Sonia's friend with the sobble! Er.." She glanced between you and Silver who shook off snowflakes. "Well, it looks like he's not too much of a sobble anymore."

You gave couple laughs before reaching over to pat Silver's head. "Nope. My lil guy's practically all grown up now. Takes a lot of love and care and food, but Silver's worth it." You waved a hand to her. "But it's good to see you too Nessa. Hope things been well. My friend showed me your new line in the ads." You added remembering Gloria showing you a magazine with an article of her. "I really like the 'Sea Emerald Delight' dress."

She smiled your way before turning her gaze to Raihan who blinked at her. "I told you. Green dresses will look good on anyone all year round." the Dragon Gym leader rolled his eyes in response and stood up.

You also shook your head...but paused feelings eyes on you. And it wasn't just the others around the room. Your head turned over towards the windows and you paused seeing Milo staring right back at you cheeks stuffed with a doughnut , brows raised at you. You both stared at one another for a moment before you went back to smiling, crossed your arms, and rose a brow back.

"Hello there Milo! It's nice to see you again too!" Finally a familiar friendly face besides Lee. "You're here to cheer on your brother right? I believe he's going to be competing against my friends."

He still stared at you as you smiled back patiently before swallowing down the food in his mouth and forcing a smile. "Y-Yeah! Felix is going to be fighting out there an-and I don't want to miss it when it happens."

Ah." You nodded. "I'd expect nothing less from you all. It's real sweet of you to be here to support him!" You smiled wider. That just makes you a good big brother! I knew you were sweet !"

He nearly choked on his doughnut as his face blossomed a bright pink.

You chuckled and you would've said something back if a voice didn't startle you. "Nice to see you too.~" You jumped with a yelp and backed away from the taller guy that walked up to you two. Raihan smiled that fanged grin of his as you blinked at him. "You didn't even say hi to me.~ I'm wounded.~" His gaze shifted from Milo to you as you blinked. "Hey there, Sassy.~ Wasn't expecting you to come rolling up here with Lee! You have a knack for hanging out with famous people?"

You blinked a moment before raising a brow. "Not really. Leon just offered to be nice and I didn't want my water type out in the freezing weather."

"Aw. And here I thought you came all the way to see me.~" He faked sadness making you roll your eyes. Milo glancing between you both. "Y'know if you're free sometime that dinner date's still up for the taking!"

"No thanks."

You never really gave it a thought? Really?" Raihan asked blinking surprised for a moment as you shook your head no before he smiled and leaned down closer to you making you lean back. "Well that's a first I've heard. Usually I'm something people can't get off their minds.~ You've certainly been on my mind for a while.~"

.......You reached for a nearby magazine. "Uh huh. I'm ....flattered I guess but dude. You might as well be flirting with a rock."

Behind you all Nessa gave a small snort which Bea slapped her shoulder. "Aw. I guess you're right. But you are cute.~" He gave that smirk that could've made anyone swoon. You raised your magazine. "You're like a short cute firecracker making my heart explo-HMPH!?"

Milo yelped when you all of a sudden you grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of you. With you now half hiding behind him now, you brandished your rolled up magazine like a sword....A harmless sword but something to ward him off non the less. Raiham blinked having been bonked harmlessly by you. You scowled using your Milo-Shield and Magazine-Sword to swing at him a couple times. Piers blinked wide eyed at you not sure what was going on. The doughnut all but forgotten about, what was left of the poor food dropping to the floor as his face blossomed an even thicker red.

"Bad Gym Leader! Down!,'' you firmly said scowling swinging at him, "Go to h0rny jail!"

"Wha- Jail??" He asked but held up his arms from your harmless magazine attack. "H-Hey! I was joking, Sassy! Seize fire there!"

"Silver help!!"

Raihan's eyes suddenly went wide before snapping his head when he heard a loud chirp and stumbled back when Silver eye narrowed starting walking towards you. "Hold it hold it hold it!!" Raihan held up his hands to Silver and ended up having to literally jump over the couch he was previously sitting on and stood in front of the lady gym leaders to avoid Silver who now stood between you and Milo and the couch. He narrowed his eyes at Raihan and gave a loud chirp. "Geez. You weren't kidding when you said he was protective."

Piers ended up giving a loud bout of rare laughter at the sight of the display and Leon was able to pry her off of him to let him recover from the sudden jolt. If he wasn't so flustered by the sudden action. Oh well. They parted ways and he soon forgot about it when the semifinals actually started. Felix sadly lost first round but that was ok. He was proud of him and he came farther than so many other people in the gym challenge. He didn't really think he'd see her again after that but again he was sadly mistaken when Christmas came around. It was that wonderful time of year when the spirits were high and the laughter was everywhere. And after all what better way to spend time with his little brother on Christmas than to take him to the Festival? Milo wasn't expecting to see her yet again but here he was, just waiting for his little brother to get off a ride when she just walked right up to him.

The park was actually beautiful this time of year. A slightly frosty patch mostly cleared went through the quiet parts of the park lit up by the faint lights of the festival and a perfect full moon above you. It was starting to snow again now, not too much, only enough for it to look really pretty and fluffy falling from the otherwise clear skies. The smells of the parks pine trees filled the air with the faint scents of foods from the festival, giving it a balanced mixture of nature and dinner time. The snow on the ground shined reflecting the moon light from the darkened sky making it look like a forest of glitter against the cold. 

He shivered from the cold, rubbing his hands together from the cold and sinking further into his coat. It was always chilly out this season. He'd be glad when he was able to get back to their hotel room. It would just be after the parade after all. The gym leader was so wrapped up in his own worlds he didn't notice the woman walk up to him or the footsteps crunching through the snow until they were right next to him.

"Hey."

"Gah!" He practically jumped out of his skin and whirled around to the woman next to him who blinked and held a few objects in her hands. "Wha-...Oh. I -Its you. *Sigh* Please don't do that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you...Again. That's just another thing I need to apologize to you for while I'm here."

"Huh?"

Her answer was to just hold up the objects in her hands. Which was two small bags and a cardboard cup holder holding two cups of hot chocolate, he could tell from how they smelt. "Seeing you the other day made me realize that I didn't apologize for all the inconveniences I gave you. So I'm sorry we trespassed on your farm. And I'm sorry for scaring you..Twice. And I'm sorry for using you to get away from Raihan. And I'm also sorry for making you drop your food. Here." You held out the food at him. "I got you and your little brother some replacement food as an apology gift." He opened stared at her, before looking at the food, then back to her, then opening his mouth- "Take it. My drizzlie would only eat it if I took it with me. And I have no place for it anyways."

....He slowly took the objects handed over to him with an unsure expression on his face...before giving a small smile. "I-...Thank you. Wow. Doughnuts and hot coco. Heh. Not a bad Christmas gift."

"Oh. That reminds me. I do have something for you." He again looked surprised when she dug into her coat pocket and pulled out two small metal keychains shaped like wooloo. They shined in the light as she held them out with a smile. "Here. Merry Christmas."

He could only stare at them. "A...gift? For me?"

"And your little brother. I got all my friends some and I figured you'd guys like one too."

...He took a moment longer to stare at them more before shifting the food into one arm to reach a free hand over to take them from her. A... Christmas gift? For him? But...he never got any Christmas gifts except from his few friends and little brother. He certainly didn't have that many fans so all the unexpected kindness was...So sudden. But...not unpleasant. In fact..the gesture struck something in his which made his heart pick up a beat and his face turned a darker pink than his hair.

"Well I'll see you later. Good luck in the Champion Cup tomorrow,  Milo. Merry Christmas."

And then she turned and left, leaving him to look on after her red faced as her eyes glittered in the Christmas lights, the snow gathering prettily on her f/c hair, and the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen on her face.

BU-BUMP!!

He nearly crushed the cups of coco as he felt his heart place a beat and his face burnt.

"O-O sweet wooloo knitted sweaters."

[jinnify]

mixtape: on track – chapter three. gasp! the cat man! 📝

synopsis. new girl yn had felt the need to stay under the radar ever since she arrived at yonsei uni. the last thing she needed at the start of a new semester was drama. that was until she met minho, and hyunjin had a problem with it.

you huffed as you stuffed your school laptop into your bag, visibly stressing about your audition later today. you couldn’t believe that you had left yunjin and felix talk you into this! you were so stressed you were surprised you hadn’t broken into hives.

you had already talked yourself down from a breakdown twice today, and it was only midday. you had stayed up for three consecutive nights to learn your script the most and best you could. you weren’t one to lie, so you can admit it; acting had always interested you, even before you knew what it was. you were grateful hyunjin had gotten you this opportunity, but the concept of having to audition for someone, scratch that, two people made you feel like jumping off the school roof.

you had about an hour to spare and were on your way to the drama club to run your lines a few more times before you go in for your audition. you read your lines over as you quickly walked down the stairs, accidentally slamming into someone as you turned the corner, “oof!” “oh, fuck!” you yelped, falling to the ground with your script falling all over the hall.

“shit! are you okay?” you heard a soothing voice ask you from above, half expecting hyunjin when you looked up. you were stunned to meet the sharp eyes of someone who you’d call the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. probably. well, this man and hyunjin. you gasped as he quickly moved to grab the papers that had flown the farthest. you scrambled to gather the papers around you, quickly picking them up and reaching for those farther. you felt yourself get hot as you grabbed the stranger’s hand, quickly retracting with a small shriek.

“i’m sorry-!” you looked up to apologize, watching as a slightly toothy smile come across his face. “no problem.. um?” he trailed off. “oh! i’m yn!” you silently noticed that he hadn’t retracted his hand from your paper, “then it’s no problem, yn. here you go.” you silently prayed you had maintained your regular skin color and weren’t instead the color of a tomato. “thank you. i’ll see you later!” you let out a farewell before you realized what you had even said.

to say you were flustered was an understatement. you hastily made your way to the drama club, trying to avoid any other embarrassing situations. “hey! yn!” you heard jeongin call out for you, you slowed down for him to catch up to you, turning in his direction, surprised to see hyunjin was with him.

hyunjin’s discomfort was more than obvious as they got closer to you. he slowly followed jeongin as the latter practically skipped over to you, “hurry up, hyunjin!” you were confused by their current dynamic. jeongin and hyunjin were often seen laughing and fucking around, you didn’t understand why hyunjin seemed so distant right now.

“hey, yn,” hyunjin’s voice was as soft as always. he had barely even looked up at you this time. you were somewhat glad if you were being honest. “hi, hyunjin! what’re you guys up to?” 

“not much! we were just roaming, waiting for our next class.” you noticed jeongin’s eyes shift between you and hyunijn several times, “are you okay jeongin? you keep looking around?” “oh, yeah! i’m fine~ anyway! where are you going right now?”

“i’m actually on my way to the drama club! you guys wanna join me?” you looked over to hyunjin, “maybe you can help me with my lines-?” before you could finish your question, jeongin hooked his arm around hyunjin’s neck, uncomfortably hugging him, “of course, yn! hyunjin and i would love that! wouldn’t you hyunjin?”

you laughed at jeongin’s strange demeanor, “okay, you guys. just promise you’ll be normal.” the pair snickered at your comment, “we promise nothing!” you heard hyunjin’s voice from behind you.

you had arrived a few minutes later than you had expected and with a few more people than appreciated, but you made it! you had been running lines with jeongin for a few minutes before he announced he needed to ‘use the shitter.’ “seriously, jeongin? can you be normal for more than twenty minutes?” “fuck no! anyway, hyunjin, help out yn with her lines, you bitch!”

“you don’t have to do that hyunjin, don’t worry about it, i’ve been running these lines forever.”

“are you sure? i don’t mind helping out.”

“you could help me by distracting me,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d be able to take your mind off of your audition for just a moment. for the first time in two months, you had been at yonsei, you were finally getting to know hyunjin. you had learned that he was an only child with a dog named kkami, and that he had an affinity for art and photography outside of drama club. somewhere between pauses in your conversation, you heard the main door open. you once again met gazes with the sharp, cat-like eyes of the guy you had bumped into in the hallway.

with a small smile and a nod of the head, he walked into the room where you’d be having your interview. you felt your heart fall into your ass, no way the man you had slammed your body into was going to be interviewing you. of course, hyunjin noticed your change in demeanor and followed your line of view, his smile fading when he noticed who you had been staring at. before he could as you what was wrong, the interview room door swung open, “yn ln?”

oh, shit. “good luck, yn!” you heard hyunjin softly cheer you on from beside you. “thanks, jinnie,” you whispered back before getting up and biting the bullet.

“please make sure to keep an eye on the drama club's twitter account! we’ll update it to let everyone know who got the part!” mr. kang explained to you after you finished your read, letting you go back to your friends who were waiting for you in the main room, now accompanied by yunjin. “my baby! how did it go?” you all but fell into yunjin’s arms before letting out the longest sigh, “oh my god, i need a drink.”

m:ot. – ch. 003

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my god im SO sorry this chapter is so long i know that this is supposed to be a smau not a regular fic 😭 i would appreciate it if you guys would let me know if you mind longer written chapters often or not :3

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[aeros-lab]

Hi I've had an insanely productive writing weekend for None Of My Actual Manuscripts but instead random fire and silver character moments so here are some that I found most amusing

Avril PoV stuff:

Valora shook her head, her lips quirking into something almost like a smile. “Because he was easy. Ellard was, is, so ordinary. He wasn’t too loud, too violent, too anything. He was just there. If I was going to have to marry within the pack anyway, I figured he was milquetoast enough to not make it miserable.”

“Man, if my ex ever talked about me like that, I think I’d request euthanasia.”

\o/

“It’s complicated,” I said finally. I tucked my hands between my thighs as if physically folding in on myself could make me disappear and not have to have this conversation with Valora Reins of all goddamn people.

“What, you mean the whole reanimated corpse thing?” she said. “You realize I can turn into a giant dog, right? That’s hardly the weirdest love story I’ve ever heard.”

“Not that,” I said. “Well, okay, not only that.” I focused on my mismatched socks–one white, one striped blue and green. “I made some stupid choices. By the time we’d worked past the mountain I’d built between us, I ended up here. With you.”

Her eyebrows rose. “So sorry to disappoint.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right.” She let out a sigh. I scowled. “I mean, I couldn’t care less if you two make it out of this happily ever after. But watching two people dance around each other is agonizing whether you’re invested or not. Trust me, I lived through it with Zieka and Madison. Now that was hell. The emotional constipation. The pining. Disgusting.”

 I raised an eyebrow at her as memories of Lyptic’s prejudiced language filtered through my brain. To Valora’s credit, she caught my look and clarified, “Christ, it’s not because they’re gay. I don’t give a shit. I’m a bitch, not a bigot.”

“We love an ally,” I said dryly.

\o/

She shrugged. “I was angry at a lot of things. I took it out on him because I knew he couldn’t do anything about it. The pack may have owned me but I owned him. It was the only thing I had.”

I hissed through my teeth. “You also hear how fucked up that is, right?”

Valora gazed at me through tired, lidded eyes. “We both know I’ve never claimed to be a good person.”

“Did you love him?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. I wasn’t sure if Valora loving Ellard made this better or so much worse. 

“In a way,” she admitted. “I loved that he was mine.”

“Yikes.”

“I wanted to love him,” she went on. “And I think I did. Still do. But not like that. Not the way that spellcaster girl does. The way she looks at him is kind of revolting.” She made a sick face. “I could never imagine belonging to a person like that–yes,” she sighed when I opened my mouth. “I see the hypocrisy. Once again, I never claimed to be a good person.”

“You know, it’s okay to love people platonically, too,” I said slowly, carefully. “In a non-possessive, healthy way, even.”

~~~

Ellard PoV

“It means Avril’s back and she spent the night with Kithara.”

Hel whirled around with a tiny gasp. “How do you know that?”

Ilum’s eyebrows rose and he went from being puzzled to uncomfortable to amused at my expense. “Wait, did you walk in on them?”

I squeezed Hel tighter, ignoring the question. “Anyway, the gang’s all here.”

“Oh my god, he walked in on them,” Charity said, bringing a hand to her mouth. 

“Listen–”

“My brother in Christ, you have wolf hearing,” Ilum chortled, doubling over. Charity looked away, biting back an onslaught of laughter. “How do you not know when two people are–”

“They weren’t actively doing it!” I exclaimed. 

Helena’s shoulders shook and when I peered around, I noticed she was also failing to hold back a fit of laughter. 

I sighed. “Et tu, my love?”

~~~

Ilum PoV

Charity's eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Everything she said is true. I’ve gotten too comfortable depending on you. In combat. Emotionally. It’s dragging you down. I’m dragging you down.”

“I thought I was the self loathing one,” I said.

“Be serious.”

“Before I met you, I probably wouldn’t have excused myself before tearing Avril a new asshole so at the very least, you’ve made me a more zen person.”

She shot me a bewildered look. “Sorry, did you just refer to yourself as zen?”

“I thought it would make you laugh.”

\o/

“Nobody gets to decide whether a person is good or bad for me,” I said. “Not Avril and not you. Because, clearly, neither of you knows shit.”

“I feel so comforted,” she said flatly. 

“Not here to comfort you,” I said, smirking a bit. “Just being honest.”

“I think I’ve had enough honesty for this morning." She faced the water, watching the sun rise from behind the foliage. Shards of light glittered on the surface. “How about you lie to me instead.”

“K,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Uh…Charity, I think you’re really good at knife throwing.”

“Yeah, nevermind. Lying doesn’t have the same effect when it announces itself.” She scowled. “Also, I’m so not that bad. I have had at least two lucky shots in my life.”

“I’m not allowed to lie anymore, right?”

~~

Kithara PoV (tbh this was just self indulgent romance so it's mostly cheesy but I found 1 slightly silly bit)

“I’ve…never done that before. Was that okay?”

I could only stare at her. 

“That bad?” she chuckled. “It’s okay if you faked it.”

I cleared my throat but my voice came out at least two octaves higher than I’d been expecting. “Have I ever told you what an idiot you are sometimes?”

She burst out laughing, the anxiety sloughing off her at once. “There are worse ways to be called an idiot than by a gorgeous naked woman.”

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Hotel of Secrets by Diana Biller

5/5. Releases 3/28/2023.

For when you're vibing with... an unusual historical romance setting, a stern (virgin!) hero/practical (experienced) heroine pairing, generational family drama, a strong supporting cast, mystery, and a love story, that makes you want to swoon dead away.

The Hotel Wallner, right in the midst of Vienna, is a family inheritance--and as the fourth woman in her family to run it, Maria is trying desperately to keep it afloat. A kink in her plans? The mysterious American Eli, who's come to stay... Not to mention the sudden attempts on her life (which he always seems to be thwarting). Maria isn't one to panic, but between her burgeoning feelings for Eli and the dangerous secrets coming to light in the hotel, her world may be turning upside down...

Um, this was fabulous. It was my first Diana Biller, and I have like... nothing to complain about, and everything to rave about. This book made me gasp; it made me laugh; and while it's not a SUPER HIGH ANGST book, it made me emotional, too. This shit? Could be a miniseries (and it should be). So let's get into all that.

Quick Takes:

--I was actually a bit worried, based on the title, that this would be one of those books that masquerades as a romance when the romance is in fact just a subplot. Uh, nope. This book has thriving subplots with family drama and a really fun mystery, but the Plot Plot? Is Maria and Eli's romance, all the way. And what a romance it is. From their meet cute to the last page, I was completely, utterly sold on them. This is one of those romances where it's the little things that made my heart grow three sizes. It was achingly sweet and hot and soft all at once, and you could just feel these two people, both of whom have emotional intimacy issues (actually kind of great to read a book about two people who have issues with giving their hearts away, usually one is all in and the other isn't) giving in to each other slowly... but surely.

--Another great aspect of this romance is that both Maria and Eli are super well-drawn, as characters. Both have their damage, both need a safe place to land. But there was a special element of fulfillment for me as a reader--a woman around Maria's age, juggling what sometimes feels like fucking everything. Maria is that girl. She's got a bit of a kooky family and a huge legacy and basic economic survival on her shoulders. And here comes this man who, for all his own issues, is just... casually, without even realizing he's doing it, easing that burden. Swooping in with his competence (listen: if you want a competent hero, THIS IS IT), and his awkward but earnest desire to just make things easier for her. No fucking wonder she was obsessed with him.

--Eli's own emotional trauma, as well as his sexual hangups, were really excellent and realistically rooted, in my opinion. His virginity (carefully chosen celibacy) does not draw back to the kind of typical trauma that I think we imagine with his type of character. Simply put, he's a control freak (with a major backstory to explain why his needs have gotten to the levels they have)--and I think that the concept of people losing their virginity at a late age because of a need for control versus insecurity or sexual trauma is something that romance doesn't explore often. It felt very true to life, and seeing him slowly give up control... to an extent... with Maria was lovely. I also really loved how this book dealt with sexual education, safety, and consent while maintaining a very brisk, sexy pace. There was really no "here's where we stop for five paragraphs to discuss this matter" moment. It was woven in skillfully and naturally.

--The supporting cast is fabulous! (On the off chance that Diana Biller reads this, Diana this is my moment to beg for a Mac/Hannah book, please God please.) There's a really unique setup in the novel of the Wallner women basically not marrying, each one having a single daughter who will take on the hotel at some point. While Maria's great-grandmother, the first woman to run the hotel is dead, we get to see Maria's grandmother and mother in full swing. And God, there's so much great, delicious family drama, and so many varied characters. (This book is so also! So funny!) Maria is a really unique historical romance heroine in that she's a working woman, she's a woman of the world... and she happens to be the very much known daughter of a feckless nobleman and his mistress. She knows her half-brother, her father's legitimate son, very well--and the sweetness of that relationship was kind of marvelous to me? A lot of this book comes back to the complexities of family ties and relationships that will never be perfect but we must accept them nonetheless, and I loved that.

--The setting! The book is set in late 1870s Vienna, and it gives you a lot of that world and that history, all against the backdrop of this remarkable, fabled hotel. You can tell that the author has done her fucking research, and it really shines through. This is a fully fleshed out book in a way that, to be honest, many aren't, and I'm honestly jealous of how well she's done it.

The Sex Stuff:

Dude. Here's the thing: the sex acts described in this novel are not described in the most explicit manner I've ever read (though they are explicit, to be sure) but uh... It's hot. It's really, really hot. The tension between Eli and Maria is, of course, ratcheted up by the fact that he is really trying to hang on to this celibacy thing (until he isn't) and she is very much down to get down. Like I said earlier, the book handles consent and sexual health really well, but when it comes down to it... I was surprised by how hot it ended up being. Eli isn't experienced, but he cares so much about Maria's pleasure and is such a pleaser. It was a lot.

This was a ROMANCE Romance, and I loved pretty much every word of it. There were reveals (some of which I saw coming and some of which I didn't), there was drama, and at the end of the day there were two people who just really wanted to love each other, trying to get over their own shit so that they could do so properly. Fantastic.

Thank you to St. Martin's Press and Netgalley for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

[blorbocedes]

Bidded and bedded anon here. Another snippet from the fic I'm not writing 👀

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"I can't believe it's you! I thought..."

"I know, Maxy." Daniel's arms tightened around him. "I know. It's horrid. But don't worry. Your old man outbid them all."

Your old man? "My dad?" Max tried to break away from Daniel's tight embrace so he could see his face, but Daniel held on, laughing.

"No, stupid. Me. I outbid them all."

"You? But..." This time Max did manage to lean back far enough to look at Daniel's face in astonishment.

"And to the winner go the spoils." One of Daniel's hands was sliding down Max's back, moving lower, lower—

Max jumped when Daniel squeezed his ass, then glared. "Spoils?"

Daniel let out a smug "yep", the drawn out P grating at Max's nerves suddenly.

He was tired, sticky with champagne, and he could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. "What does that even mean?"

"It means that the competition was fierce," Daniel said, his pleased expression morphing into something else, something ugly, and Christ, was it like an actual auction? Did people actually stand around bidding on Max? Had Daniel seen the other bidders? Had he seen... him?

Daniel laughed suddenly, snapping Max out of that particular train of thought. "I basically had to fight them all off. But I won, Maxy." Daniel's teeth glistened in the dim light. "I won the grand prix."

"Jesus." Max just couldn't wrap his head around any of it. "How much did you bid?"

"Ah." Daniel squeezed his ass again, which. Fine, yes, he'd won Max in an auction, ha-ha. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I'm a rich guy now, Max. Well," he amended, "I was."

But... No. Surely he hadn't...

"Did you spend your McLaren money on me? Daniel!" That was an insane amount of money.

Daniel shrugged, his hand still resting on Max's ass, and Max was gonna step away any moment now, but he didn't want Daniel to think he wasn't grateful.

He was.

Just.

Jesus.

"I can pay you back," he offered. "I really appreciate this, Daniel, but..."

"No."

"...I can't let you—" Max blinked. "No?"

"I'm getting a good deal out of it." Daniel finally let go of him, taking a small step back, and whistling between his teeth as he looked Max up and down. "Look at you, Maxy. Two time World Champion. All grown up."

Max didn't really know what to say to that, or what it had to do with Daniel getting Max out of trouble. "We can at least split—"

"Nuh-uh. To the winner go the spoils, remember? You're worth it," Daniel said softly, meaningfully. "All of it."

It felt like they were having two different conversations. Like they weren't on the same wavelength. And okay, maybe they hadn't been in some time; they'd drifted apart a bit over the years, but...

Daniel, perhaps seeing Max's confusion, stepped closer again, placing one hand on Max's waist, the other on the side of his face, looking at him gently, with eyes that were... hungry... and Max was starting to realize now that Daniel was... that he wanted...

Daniel leaned in slowly, giving Max plenty of time to back out, only— he couldn't, could he? Daniel had paid for this.

Daniel had paid for this.

Gentle lips touched Max's and at first he couldn't hear his own hammering heartbeat over the ringing in his ears, the static in his brain, mind frantic with the implications, of— of Daniel— of Daniel wanting him still—

Daniel pulled him closer, gently stroking Max's sides and back. "Hey. Hey. It's okay." The words were whispered against Max's lips, soft puffs of air between them. "It's me. It's just me."

And when Max parted his lips to — what, protest, gasp, scream? — Daniel licked his way into his mouth, and Max... let him in.

I missed you!!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm kissing you!!!!!!

this better be a fully fledged 30k fic like we promised and bartered upon 😤 (also I sincerely hope you're saving these somewhere that isn't my inbox 😭 this is way too good to risk tumblr eating it up)

daniel calling himself Max's old man, that's so perfectly gross 🥰 daniel dumping his mclaren severance pay on the 3 night verstussy always gets me 😭 what the FUCK would you do that!!!!! you delusional sexy weirdo!!!! omg not Mystery Redacted Mention 😳

poor maxy tired and sticky from champagne 🥺 surely daniel HIS FRIEND will let him rest 😅 somehow the note about Daniel's teeth glistening is so threatening. you can convey all these little story beats without Saying it outright and im biting you im biting you... 'I won the Grand Prix' referring to max is truly... something. and that's the only thing he's winning 💀 and now he's BROKE 💀 (not actually but ykno, a few significant amount of zeroes are gone)

maxy offering to pay back 🥺 oh sweet thing... daniel literally Leering at him, All Grown Up~ I made this exact face 😬 (it's so good) daniel literally referring to him as spoils of war and in his mind this is an incredibly romantic situation 😭😭😭 where max literally can't say no, and he's like wow we're soulmates...

they're Not on the same wavelength!!!! oh the max slow realization..... the slow betrayal of a friend you thought you could trust.... Daniel PAID for this... he Wants this... wants him still even though they're Long over but it's better than some gross old weirdo, right? Daniel would never do something he's uncomfortable with right?

despite everything daniel being gentle 🥺🥺🥺 it is just him... you can trust him.... just give in.... the Almost romance of it all <3 hnnggggggg

Im biting you

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Applin Of My Eye Ch1 The Apple Shaped Heart Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

Everything was fine now. Eternatus was defeated. The bad guys caught. No more things to worry about...Or at least for Y/n. A small encounter with a certain farmer has made him realize that he never apologized for bowling her over with a wooloo. So when the woman who helped save Galar shows up on his doorstep with an injured wooloo he may realize that maybe he had some secret feelings he never expressed to her in the beginning.

(Before we begin keep in mind that I do not know the actual name of Milo's little brother so his name is only cannon for this story, and his backstory is also not cannon and just for the story.)

It was a funny thing how crushes often worked you see.

You couldn't really control when cupid would shoot you with his arsenal of arrows through your heart and piercing your brain with that fuzzy feeling that made you all warm inside. However he felt as if he might've been hit with a whole sledgehammer. He still remembered the first time he saw her there. Last year pretty early in the year too actually. It was when he was getting his wooloo ready for the Gym Challenge but unfortunately one of the little rascals had slipped out and started running all over the gym with him chasing right after. Eventually it was able to escape right out of the gym and rolled faster than a tumble weed in a tornado out of his gym and right up the dirt road leading right out of town. Well he went chasing right after it one hand holding his sun hat. To his horror the pokemon was heading right towards two women walking their way down the dirt road chatting oblivious to the danger. Unfortunately speed was never his strong point, he was more of a strength guy himself.

Gloria smiled and pointed to it as the two of you walked down hill on the path. "Look! See? I told ya it was a good idea to take the short cut."

You looked down at her deadpanned, the baaing becoming louder the farther you two walked. "Uh huh. And those people chasing us in the beginning was part of the 'good idea'?"

You two didn't see the thing coming towards you from down the path or the man giving chase to it. "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad. We got here faster and now we can rest up and see 'bout that gym.

"Oh yes. And battling someone inside a mine is a good idea too-"

"Nonono! Miss! Watch out-''

Something hard rammed into your legs and they went flying back, sending your front shooting forward and in an instant you faceplanted the dirt road hard. A resounding 'THUMP!' sound echoing out as whatever rammed into you just as suddenly disappeared. It was like a your legs were pins and you just got ran over by a bowling ball. Stunned your body just sat there face first on the ground with your sobble thrown from your shoulder a couple feet away. You didn't move even as a gasp reached your ears, along with baaing and running footsteps. Your sobble chirping in annoyance upon being flung sat itself up and shook itself off, but scurried away and burried itself under your limp noodle of an arm when someone bigger nearly ran it over. Still you laid there stunned.

"OH NO! OH NO!!" A man's worried voice reached your ears just as your brain finally started to register you had been knocked over. "I AM SO SORRY!! MISS!? ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

"Y/N!!" Gloria shouted and you felt her shake you frantically. "NO! This can't be how you die! Bowled over by a wooloo isn't a good way to die so please get up!!"

....You coughed. And groaned. Your vision blurry as your now dirty face slowly lifted itself from the ground and looked up. Blinking at the two faces before you. Gloria who was obviously concerned, but the other was a man one hand clutching a hat on his head as he looked you over with worry. "What was-"

"I am SO sorry, Ma'am!" The man you assumed kneeled down letting you get a better look at his freckled face. "My...Are you ok!? You took that tackle head on!"

"What happened?," you mumbled and your answer was being easily lifted by the man by strong hands grabbing your shoulders.

"One of my wooloo! I'm so very, very sorry! She keeps running away everytime someone leaves a door open and I need her for the gym so I keep having to chase her down and bring her back!," the man quickly stated holding you up on wobbly legs as you shook your head as your poor sobble refused to let go of your arm. Hanging onto it like a koala bear would. Hands dusted you off. "Oh no. You're all a mess because of me. I hope you're not hurt, Ma'am."

You waved him off. "It's fine. Wouldn't be the first time I had to deal with troublesome wooloo," you grumbled remembering the Slumbering Weild incident. "I feel fine. Just a few dirt stains aren't gonna hurt."

The man sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. I was really worried when you fell so suddenly." His face quickly snapped with a frown to the wooloo who baaed at him. "And you! What did I tell you about running off like that!? This time you did hurt someone!" It baaed louder at him. "Don't you talk back to me! You're in big trouble young lady!......Hm?" He looked to Gloria who was currently staring at him in surprise before he suddenly smiled at her. "Oh. You must be one of the Gym Challengers, right?"

"I- W-Who me!?" She sputtered before nodding quickly. "Y-Yes, Sir! I am!"

"Ah! I thought so." His polite smile widened. "I saw you at the Opening Ceremony earlier this week! My name's Milo. It's nice to meet you."

"I know! AH! I mean!" Gloria sputtered holding up her hands. "I s-saw you too with everyone else! I'm so sorry!"

held up his hands. "Oh no. If anything I should be the one apologizing to you and your friend here for the trouble I put you through."

"Milo?," you asked confused gaining his attention.

He nodded. "I'm a Gym leader here and partial to Grass Type pokemon. And if I'm not mistaken your friend here is one of the ones Leon keeps going on about. I've been itching to see just how good the Champion endorsed Gym Challengers are..." he sighed moving his hands to his hips. "But I'm afraid you might have to wait your turn."

"Huh?" Gloria blinked.

"I know usually my gym's the first one trainers pass by on their trip, but I didn't expect so so many to come here right after the ceremony. I've been completely swamped and I still have three trainers waiting for their turns with me right now. And it doesn't help this one keeps running off the first chance she gets."

You mean I gotta wait until you have more time off just to fight me?" She groaned with a pout. "Maybe we should've taken the train to get here faster after all."

"Hey. The man's busy" You patted her back with a frown. "And obviously he's having a hard time right now. You said we had what?....A whole year until those finals come up? It hasn't even been a whole week yet. We can wait a lil bit longer and let Mr. Milo here sort himself out."

Milo gave you a surprised look and Gloria sighed before nodding. "You're right. We're here and that's the most important thing! I can wait a few more days if I have too."

You smiled. "That's the spirit!"

Even Milo eventually smiled. "Well then. Let me find out at the Gym Stadium when you're ready." He pointed behind him. "Just head on down this route and you'll run right into my stadium. See you there!" He then turned to the wooloo. "Come on now. Back to the stadium with you too. We can't keep the Gym Challengers waiting." It baaed at him in protest but didn't give too much of a fight when it started to follow him as he turned and gave one wave back to you two. "Again sorry for the trouble! Hope to see you soon!"

With a sigh you brought your arm up and your sobble blinked at you...before grabbing your cheek with a questioning chirp. "I'm fine. Just a little sore."

He thought that would've been it. You see he wasn't expecting to see her again. He thought he saw her the next day when he battled her friend in the stadium, but that was that. He lost, congratulated the young girl who looked about the same age as his little brother and off she went. He thought that would be it until he saw the next challenger. But he was surprised when night fell and he stepped out for a few moments to himself.

The night was peaceful. The night was quiet. It was one of the times he could actually get a bit of breathing room to himself and he always gave one last look around anyways. The wooloo were all snug back in their barn. The gym was cleaned up and closed. And most of the farm's chores were already done. All that was left was to do one last look around before bed. The night was pretty. The sun had just started going down over the horizon leaving sn assortment of yellows and oranges and pinks to be chased away by a dark blanket of black filled with millions of tiny stars. It was beautiful among the silent fields. Although he was never expecting to run into another person. Quite literally. He was just walking around the side of his barn when he almost ran face first into a woman. A woman with a sobble clinging to her shoulder. The sudden face to face encounter had her jumping back with a yelp jumping back and the sobble terrified ducking behind her head with a chirp. He himself took a step or two back from the sight as the two of them just...blinked at one another for a good second. Who was-

"Milo?," The woman asked with a blink. "What are you doing out here?"

He blinked. Why did she look familiar? "I...I own this farm? And who are you?"

"I'm Y/n." He still stared. "Your wooloo bowled me over the other day."

It all clicked in an instant. "Oh! You're that woman!" He remembered now. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"Camping." She gestured behind her towards the back fields and when looked over her, he noticed there was two tents set up right in the middle of one of his fields. "My friends and I are camping out here before we leave tomorrow morning, but we had no idea this place belonged to you. I heard someone walking around out here so I came to check it out." It was then she held up her hands and apologized. "But we don't want to cause any trouble. If it's a bother, I'll have them move our tents somewhere else. I'm sorry."

"Oh no. It's no trouble at all," he insisted with a smile. "As long as you all don't litter, I don't mind at all. "

"Oh. That's actually really nice of you. Thank you so much. That battle you had with Gloria today was great!"

He paused all of a sudden caught off guard by what she had said. "Pardon me?"

She smiled at him. "I said your battle with Gloria was really fun to watch. You put up a good fight out there today. No wonder you're a gym leader!"

And in that moment he paused. She was complimenting him? HIM?! He had to look around real quick to make sure that there wasn't anyone else there for her to speak too even though he knew there really. He then looked back to her with that perplexed took. By now the small sobble had timidly poked his head from behind hers.

He pointed at himself. "You mean me?"

"Of course I mean you! You're the only gym leader in Turrffield. Who else would I be talking to?" She rose a brow.

"Oh. I-I meant no offense, Ma'am. It's just...well I'm not used to compliments actually." A hand reached up as an embarrassed smile graced his features. "I don't get a whole lot of them outside my friends and little brother."

"Really? I'm surprised. You put up such a good fight against Gloria." Ah. That must be her friend's name. The young girl who he battled today in fact. "You're also the first official gym leader I've met so far."

He blinked in surprise. "Really?"

She nodded. "You see. I'm uh... Visiting Galar. It's my first time ever being in this region. So today was my first time ever seeing a live gym battle and you're the first ever gym leader I've spoken too....Ever actually."

"Huh? You mean you've literally never met another gym leader before me? Like ever?" 

"Nope! First time ever today. Or night as it happens to be now." ...She smiled again. "But I'm glad it was you. You're really kind, I could tell by how you treated your Pokemon during the battle." She then turned and waved a hand good bye. "Well it was nice meeting you Mr. Milo. Sorry again for the trespassing. Have a good night."

"Uh...Good night."

That was it. He didn't see the strange woman again when he went to inspect the fields the next morning. The tents and people were gone, if he didn't find the small holes in the ground from the tent spikes, he would've believed he'd just dreamt up the whole thing. Oh well. She was kind though! It made him happy to be complimented for once but he soon forgotten about the whole thing when he just got on with his life. A lot of wool was harvested from him wooloo and so many crops were harvested from the fields this year! In fact this might've been the most plentiful harvest Turrffield has ever had. 

His little brother was making his way through the gym challenge as well! He was so proud of him! He really grew from a bud to a giant blossom this year. He was so proud watching Felix battle his way through the gym leaders one after another and make his way through the gym challenge. He always knew Felix was a much more stronger and capable trainer than he ever was. He'd grown so much than he'd ever could, one day when he was older he'd make an even better gym leader! If Ma and Pa could see him now, they'd think the same thing he was sure of it! So it came to no surprise when months passed and he saw Felix again sometime in August. The biggest smile on his face when he busted through the door of their home, almost scaring Milo into dropping the giant sake of potatoes he was handling,  and with a confident smile presented his full badge circle with all eight badges. 

"Milo! I'm competing in the semifinals this year!"

He  was then given the biggest hug and welcome Milo could ever give. His own little brother was going to be in the semifinals this December.  And it was then that he saw her again. When he and his brother traveled down to Wyndon city near Christmas time. Felix was getting ready to battle the other three finalists and he was patiently waiting for it all to start from the V.I.P lounge with most of the other gym leaders. But they couldn't until Leon showed back up, which was sooner than he expected when the door opened and the smiling Champion came walking in-

With one mighty push, Leon pushed the door open and walked right in. "Hey, Everyone." He called back into the room. "Sorry I'm late!"

"Leon. Don't tell me you got lost again! I thought one of us were gonna have to rescue you like last time.," came a woman's voice that sounded familiar from the inside, "I swear sometimes you're more confusing than a spinda."

You both slowly shuffled in as Leon chuckled a bit embarrassed. "C'mon, Nessa. That's a bit harsh." Shaking his head he smiled behind him as you brought up the rear. "I got a bit distracted on the way here and invited some friends over."

You stepped in and blinked at what you saw. The room you were all in was almost as big as Gloria's hotel room but less fancy. Warm thankfully, with some couches, a table with a few chairs, a big flat screen TV, and over in one corner was some kitchen stuff. By kitchen stuff there was a counter with a few cabinets, a sink, full sized fridge, microwave, and a coffee maker. And within the room around you was all ten gym leaders!! Ms. Opal was sitting at the table with a cup of presumed tea with Kabu who seemed to be meditating or asleep by the way he was just sitting there eyes closed and arms crossed. Gordie had been standing by the fridge leaning against the wall, but looked up from his drink when the door opened. Melony standing with him. Nessa sitting on the couch next to Bea, and across from them on the other couch was Raihan glancing at you with a surprised look with Alister sitting next to him on the opposite side of the couch. Milo was the closest one standing to you all looking to have been in the middle of eating some kind of doughnut in his hand when you walked in, and last but not least there was Piers. He had been the only one visibly standing and looking out the window as the stadium was filling up with people, but had side glanced over his shoulder just seeing Leon before turning back to the window before he could see you walk in behind him. Disinterested in whoever Leon brought with him. Oh if only he knew. And...HEY! It was the three trainers of Raihans. Sebastian, Camilla, and Aria. The triplets were encircled around the fridge most likely getting something to eat also.

Good morning," Victor greeted politely and a bit more confidently than you as he waved. "It's really nice to meet all of you."

You were going to say hi as well. Most probably to Nessa since you've spoken to her before or maybe Ms. Opal and ask how Bede was doing. Or....maybe Raihan if you were feeling a bit more brave. But it was one soft voice that interrupted all thoughts.

"Y-Y/n."

A lot of everyone around you (you included-) looked surprised as ALLISTER of all people spoke out and you watched in surprise as he slowly scooted himself off the couch until his feet hit the floor. With a turn of his head towards you he slowly walked towards you...and you smiled. 'y/n. Milo instantly paused, His emerald green eyes going wide all of sudden, and the doughnut he was holding nearly dropped. And his brows instantly shot up upon seeing YOU of all people standing there next to Leon.....YOU!? HERE!? WHAT WERE YOU DOING BACK HERE?! WITH LEON!? HUH-

"Hey, Allister." You greeted and to everyone's surprise you instantly lowered yourself to sit on your knees finally placing Silver down to your side to be eye to eye with Allister. This seemed to make him more comfortable to talk with you as he slowly walked up to you now being closer to his height. "Wow. You look great! Did you grow taller from the last time I saw you?"

He instantly nodded his hands into fists in front of his chest. "Uh huh. L-Leon s-s-said I grew three inches this year!"

You gave a small gasp. "No! That's so cool! You're growing up fast. Soon you're going to be even taller than him."

"Y-You think so?"

You nodded again smiling wide. "Oh yeah. A big strong person like you? I bet you'll be the tallest person I know!"

That seemed to make him happy as he smiled from behind his mask at you before reaching around to his pokeballs. You watched patiently as he fumbled before holding up a pokeball. "I-I made a new f-f-f-friend! W-Would you like to meet him?"

Still smiling you nodded. "I would love to meet your friend, Allister." You gestured to Silver next to you who chirped when you acknowledged him. "I want you to meet my friend too. Allister this is Silver. He's been with me for a while now. Say hello, Sil."

In response Silver have off some kind of noise towards Allister who stared for a moment. "H-Hello..." Before turning back excitedly to you. "H-Here! Y-You're gonna really like him!" You knew that you would either way. Everyone was now staring at you two in surprise. Even Kabu had opened his eyes to peer over at what was going on. A flash of bright light from Allister gave way to something white, floating, and very pretty. And you smiled wider realizing what exactly what it was. Floating there by Allister in all it's white glory, was a Froslass. "I m-m-met him w-w-when it snowed by the stadium. He really likes playing hide and s-seek with us."

"Ooh. He's absolutely beautiful." You turned to the pokemon, and as if he was another human, you greeted him. "How do you do? It's very nice to meet you, Sir."

The pokemon blinked at you seeming to be taken a back a bit but made some noises while smiling proudly at itself. Allister slowly pointed at him. "H-He s-says you're v-very polite and i-it's n-nice to see s-s-someone recognize h-h-his looks."

You chuckled. "Well thank you! I'm glad he thinks so." Slowly you stood back up to stretch your legs still smiling. "I'm glad to see you're making new friends to play with. Are you here to watch the semifinals too?"

Allister nodded again before pointing over to the couch. "B-Bea's going to take me to the h-h-haunted houses in the c-c-city for Christmas."

You glanced from him to her and smiled. "Well doesn't that sound great!" You waved to her. "Hi. I don't think we've met. Or seen each other really."

Bea seemed to still be staring at you totally bewildered but it was nessa who spoke up next. "Oh yeah. I remember you." More surprised glances were sent between her and you as she gestured towards you. "You were Sonia's friend with the sobble! Er.." She glanced between you and Silver who shook off snowflakes. "Well, it looks like he's not too much of a sobble anymore."

You gave couple laughs before reaching over to pat Silver's head. "Nope. My lil guy's practically all grown up now. Takes a lot of love and care and food, but Silver's worth it." You waved a hand to her. "But it's good to see you too Nessa. Hope things been well. My friend showed me your new line in the ads." You added remembering Gloria showing you a magazine with an article of her. "I really like the 'Sea Emerald Delight' dress."

She smiled your way before turning her gaze to Raihan who blinked at her. "I told you. Green dresses will look good on anyone all year round." the Dragon Gym leader rolled his eyes in response and stood up.

You also shook your head...but paused feelings eyes on you. And it wasn't just the others around the room. Your head turned over towards the windows and you paused seeing Milo staring right back at you cheeks stuffed with a doughnut , brows raised at you. You both stared at one another for a moment before you went back to smiling, crossed your arms, and rose a brow back.

"Hello there Milo! It's nice to see you again too!" Finally a familiar friendly face besides Lee. "You're here to cheer on your brother right? I believe he's going to be competing against my friends."

He still stared at you as you smiled back patiently before swallowing down the food in his mouth and forcing a smile. "Y-Yeah! Felix is going to be fighting out there an-and I don't want to miss it when it happens."

Ah." You nodded. "I'd expect nothing less from you all. It's real sweet of you to be here to support him!" You smiled wider. That just makes you a good big brother! I knew you were sweet !"

He nearly choked on his doughnut as his face blossomed a bright pink.

You chuckled and you would've said something back if a voice didn't startle you. "Nice to see you too.~" You jumped with a yelp and backed away from the taller guy that walked up to you two. Raihan smiled that fanged grin of his as you blinked at him. "You didn't even say hi to me.~ I'm wounded.~" His gaze shifted from Milo to you as you blinked. "Hey there, Sassy.~ Wasn't expecting you to come rolling up here with Lee! You have a knack for hanging out with famous people?"

You blinked a moment before raising a brow. "Not really. Leon just offered to be nice and I didn't want my water type out in the freezing weather."

"Aw. And here I thought you came all the way to see me.~" He faked sadness making you roll your eyes. Milo glancing between you both. "Y'know if you're free sometime that dinner date's still up for the taking!"

"No thanks."

You never really gave it a thought? Really?" Raihan asked blinking surprised for a moment as you shook your head no before he smiled and leaned down closer to you making you lean back. "Well that's a first I've heard. Usually I'm something people can't get off their minds.~ You've certainly been on my mind for a while.~"

.......You reached for a nearby magazine. "Uh huh. I'm ....flattered I guess but dude. You might as well be flirting with a rock."

Behind you all Nessa gave a small snort which Bea slapped her shoulder. "Aw. I guess you're right. But you are cute.~" He gave that smirk that could've made anyone swoon. You raised your magazine. "You're like a short cute firecracker making my heart explo-HMPH!?"

Milo yelped when you all of a sudden you grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of you. With you now half hiding behind him now, you brandished your rolled up magazine like a sword....A harmless sword but something to ward him off non the less. Raiham blinked having been bonked harmlessly by you. You scowled using your Milo-Shield and Magazine-Sword to swing at him a couple times. Piers blinked wide eyed at you not sure what was going on. The doughnut all but forgotten about, what was left of the poor food dropping to the floor as his face blossomed an even thicker red.

"Bad Gym Leader! Down!,'' you firmly said scowling swinging at him, "Go to h0rny jail!"

"Wha- Jail??" He asked but held up his arms from your harmless magazine attack. "H-Hey! I was joking, Sassy! Seize fire there!"

"Silver help!!"

Raihan's eyes suddenly went wide before snapping his head when he heard a loud chirp and stumbled back when Silver eye narrowed starting walking towards you. "Hold it hold it hold it!!" Raihan held up his hands to Silver and ended up having to literally jump over the couch he was previously sitting on and stood in front of the lady gym leaders to avoid Silver who now stood between you and Milo and the couch. He narrowed his eyes at Raihan and gave a loud chirp. "Geez. You weren't kidding when you said he was protective."

Piers ended up giving a loud bout of rare laughter at the sight of the display and Leon was able to pry her off of him to let him recover from the sudden jolt. If he wasn't so flustered by the sudden action. Oh well. They parted ways and he soon forgot about it when the semifinals actually started. Felix sadly lost first round but that was ok. He was proud of him and he came farther than so many other people in the gym challenge. He didn't really think he'd see her again after that but again he was sadly mistaken when Christmas came around. It was that wonderful time of year when the spirits were high and the laughter was everywhere. And after all what better way to spend time with his little brother on Christmas than to take him to the Festival? Milo wasn't expecting to see her yet again but here he was, just waiting for his little brother to get off a ride when she just walked right up to him.

The park was actually beautiful this time of year. A slightly frosty patch mostly cleared went through the quiet parts of the park lit up by the faint lights of the festival and a perfect full moon above you. It was starting to snow again now, not too much, only enough for it to look really pretty and fluffy falling from the otherwise clear skies. The smells of the parks pine trees filled the air with the faint scents of foods from the festival, giving it a balanced mixture of nature and dinner time. The snow on the ground shined reflecting the moon light from the darkened sky making it look like a forest of glitter against the cold. 

He shivered from the cold, rubbing his hands together from the cold and sinking further into his coat. It was always chilly out this season. He'd be glad when he was able to get back to their hotel room. It would just be after the parade after all. The gym leader was so wrapped up in his own worlds he didn't notice the woman walk up to him or the footsteps crunching through the snow until they were right next to him.

"Hey."

"Gah!" He practically jumped out of his skin and whirled around to the woman next to him who blinked and held a few objects in her hands. "Wha-...Oh. I -Its you. *Sigh* Please don't do that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you...Again. That's just another thing I need to apologize to you for while I'm here."

"Huh?"

Her answer was to just hold up the objects in her hands. Which was two small bags and a cardboard cup holder holding two cups of hot chocolate, he could tell from how they smelt. "Seeing you the other day made me realize that I didn't apologize for all the inconveniences I gave you. So I'm sorry we trespassed on your farm. And I'm sorry for scaring you..Twice. And I'm sorry for using you to get away from Raihan. And I'm also sorry for making you drop your food. Here." You held out the food at him. "I got you and your little brother some replacement food as an apology gift." He opened stared at her, before looking at the food, then back to her, then opening his mouth- "Take it. My drizzlie would only eat it if I took it with me. And I have no place for it anyways."

....He slowly took the objects handed over to him with an unsure expression on his face...before giving a small smile. "I-...Thank you. Wow. Doughnuts and hot coco. Heh. Not a bad Christmas gift."

"Oh. That reminds me. I do have something for you." He again looked surprised when she dug into her coat pocket and pulled out two small metal keychains shaped like wooloo. They shined in the light as she held them out with a smile. "Here. Merry Christmas."

He could only stare at them. "A...gift? For me?"

"And your little brother. I got all my friends some and I figured you'd guys like one too."

...He took a moment longer to stare at them more before shifting the food into one arm to reach a free hand over to take them from her. A... Christmas gift? For him? But...he never got any Christmas gifts except from his few friends and little brother. He certainly didn't have that many fans so all the unexpected kindness was...So sudden. But...not unpleasant. In fact..the gesture struck something in his which made his heart pick up a beat and his face turned a darker pink than his hair.

"Well I'll see you later. Good luck in the Champion Cup tomorrow,  Milo. Merry Christmas."

And then she turned and left, leaving him to look on after her red faced as her eyes glittered in the Christmas lights, the snow gathering prettily on her f/c hair, and the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen on her face.

BU-BUMP!!

He nearly crushed the cups of coco as he felt his heart place a beat and his face burnt.

"O-O sweet wooloo knitted sweaters."

[mariesid]

Frolicking in the woods

OC: lilitth

Lilith is my OC and you can find her in the search bar

Warning: mdni 18+, smut, ecosex, fingering, Pteronphilia

Lilith was comfortable enough to be in her other form. Not a soul in sight, she was free. It was a wooded area. The sound of crickets nearby as the fireflies appeared and disappeared. She smiled as she looked into a clearing. No, to obvious she thought, someone would be bound to see her. "What a beautiful young lady," she felt a gentle hand on her wing. Lilith turned around. It was Sinbad, she had known him for some time. He would linger by her friend's shop, flirt with her, the usual stuff. "Now now," she cued, "keep your hands to yourself." He wasn't hunting her, that was for sure. Lilith decided to act like she had never met him before. He smiled, "forgive me miss?" "Lilith, I didn't catch your name?" "Isn't it a bad idea to give a fairy your name?" Beautiful and smart . . . "Alright Mr.sir, why are you here?" "Enjoying the view," he was staring at her. She glanced his way and smiled. "Are you sure we haven't met before," Sinbad looked at her. "We have met in passing but I choose to live my human and fairy lives differently." "So in that form we are strangers," Sinbad stated. Lilith nodded her head. "What will it take to sleep with both forms?" This man had some balls on him. She thought for a second, "my people need a place where they can be safe in both forms." "You're a princess," he seemed surprised. She smirked,"I'm a queen actually, the king died long ago. Can you do it or not." "I can." Slowly she untied her swimsuit top allowing it to fall, "good." He gently pushed her back so she was leaning on a tree. His hands massaging her breasts. A whimper left her lips. Sinbad's left hand grazed her wing. She took a sharp intake and moved her head to the side. "Oh no," he grabbed her horn so she were facing him, "I want to see your every reaction." Her face lit up as he kissed her roughly. His hand now softly fingering her wings. "O-oh," she sighed. Sinbad took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like wine. Her head felt heavy as his tongue fought hers. Her core was on fire, she needed him. He managed to take off her skirt, Lilith hadn't noticed until his finger rubbed against her clit. His touch was so gentle but rough at the same time. She managed to get his clothes off as he kept toying with her wing and clit. She realized she was moaning straight gibberish as he inserted his finger into her. Liliths feet curled as he found and hit her g-spot. Her mind went blank as his second finger entered her. "You're so tight," Sinbad growled in her ear. Her walls squeezed around his fingers. Suddenly his fingers left her messy folds. Her legs felt like jelly as he pulled her on his lap. Her legs were right behind him and his her back. "You think you're warmed up enough," he cued. She nodded as she felt his member line up with her wet hole. Skillfully he pumped himself in and out of her. He inched slowly until he finally bottomed out. Her body gave into him as she gasped and moaned. It'd been so long since she had someone spread her out so delicious. His cock hitting her deep. Shd felt her knot form, "s-s-." It was all she could get out as he hit her g-spot. She came harder then ever. Lilith had no control of her body as he kept pounding into her. "Why don't you scream for me."

[dybalassunshine]

Island Kill - Chapter 2: The Warning

Seconds turned into hours as Ozil and Emi tried to decide whether to tell the others or not. There was no point in hiding it but there was no point in telling them either. They were hundreds of feet in the air. Haaland sauntered over to them and let out a snort.

"What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we tell everyone about the messed up shit?"

Ozil shook his head. Haaland didn't seem very pleased by that answer.

"Why not? They're as screwed as we are!"

"It's pointless. If they cared, they'd have noticed that we've been flying for too long"

"My man Emi, have you never flown before? Time stops in the air"

"It does but the sun has set twice already. How have they not noticed?"

"Look around man, they're all asleep"

Emi looked around and found almost everyone fast asleep. All except Di Maria who was staring out the window with his jaw wide open.

Ozil had spaced out of the conversation long ago. He was thinking of the possible reasons for this weird situation.

"Do you think we should ask the pilot?"

Emi and Haaland turned towards him simultaneously, possibly startled by him speaking out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"The pilot. Maybe he knows something we don't"

"Oh yes. Maybe we should do just that instead of the Mission Impossible shit Emi is probably thinking of"

Haaland's comments went over Emi's head as he turned back to observe Di Maria who still sat with his mouth agape.

EMI'S POV

What's wrong with him? Why is he sitting there like that? Should I go talk to him... Hmm, maybe I should. It would definitely be an upgrade from Mute Mary and Big Boy Billy here...

Without giving it a second thought, I quickly went to see my friend.

He didn't notice my presence at all which is weird because he's the most present-minded person I know...

"Hey, Di, are you alright?"

Nothing.

"Di Maria!"

Silence.

This time I shook him violently. This seemed to work as he slowly turned towards me.

"Oh Emi, hi. When did you come here?"

"I don't know, a minute ago. You alright?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You were staring out this window for the last ten minutes..." Like an idiot.

"Was I really? Wow! I didn't even realize"

"Anything special out there?" I said with a slight giggle.

He smiled warmly at me.

"Why don't you take a look?"

I nodded and shifted seats with him. As soon as I glanced out the window, my jaw fell to the floor. The sea stretched beneath us for what seemed like infinity. It was a weird blue-green color. Small waves rattled the otherwise tranquil water. And in the middle of this vast sea was an island, beautiful and full of colors. It seemed like something out of a Disney movie.

Beside me, I heard Di Maria chuckle.

"See? This is why I was gaping out the window like an idiot"

I almost choked on air hearing the last part of his sentence. How did he know I called him an idiot...

"I know you thought that while I was staring out. I know you like the back of my hand"

I stole a quick glance at his face, searching for anger or sarcasm but all I found was genuine amusement. Di Maria might be the sweetest person alive.

END OF EMI'S POV

Their peaceful moment was disturbed by Neymar's loud exclamation.

"I THINK WE'RE HERE!"

Emi shook his head at the Brazilian's no filter loud voice. He was getting really tired of him and the vacation was yet to start.

"Uhm, guys? I think there's something wrong with my watch. It's showing today's date and time as April 7th, 7 AM..."

Haaland let out a wild laugh at Harry's question.

"Ah, so you finally noticed it? It's not only your watch my friend. It's the actual date and time"

Everyone started looking at their watches and a series of gasps and 'what' could be heard.

"While you guys make peace with the fucked up reality, Ozil and I will talk to the pilot. Feel free to cry."

With that, Haaland and Ozil made their way to the cockpit.

"Oh, man! Here I thought I was gonna relax for once!"

Many people agreed with Cristiano's complaint. Leo got up and went to the back to retrieve his bag. Emi went after him.

EMI'S POV

If anyone is here who can make any sense right now, it has to be Leo. He's the wisest person here.

I quickly make my way after him to the back of the plane where he's grabbing his bag.

"Leo! Wait!"

He turned towards me, his face calm as always.

"Yes Emi, is everything alright?"

"Not really, no. This... this whole situation is wrong. What's going on? Do you think we're in danger?"

He didn't seem fazed by my worried tone at all. He put his bag on an empty seat beside him and his other arm on my shoulder. His face turned uncharacteristically grave, adding to my fear.

"We've made a huge mistake by coming here. We shouldn't have agreed to this. I should have listened."

"L-Listened to whom?"

He opened his bag and pulled out a small folded paper. He handed it to me and told me to read it.

"I received it two days before we left."

As soon as I read the words written on that paper, I felt my blood go cold.

[nana-rierie]

Let's Make This A Tradition | Sano Manjirou

You were both idiots. But you're in love. Idiots in love, and somehow that justified it. But seriously, who thought of going to the beach at winter? Your boyfriend. And it's too early that even the Sun is still sleeping.

"Mikey! I'm freezing!"

A laugh was heard from the man beside you. "But Y/n-chan, you said you wanted to go to the beach!"

"With the consideration of the season. I wanted to go here during summer. Not winter! God! It's so cold," You complained while hugging yourself and shivering.

Mikey only barked out a laugh. You on the other hand, was annoyed.

You should've stayed home and said no when he pulled up at your house. Actually, you shouldn't have watched Teen Beach after waking up at 3 in the morning and texted him of wanting to go to the beach and forgetting to include the part of going there once summer starts. But in your defense, you were unaware of him driving to your house and taking you to the beach. You weren't even sure if he's awake because, duh! It's 3 am, and he's Mikey.

"Get in here then," He opened his jacket as an invitation towards you. Feigning ignorance, you raised a brow at him while hugging yourself. "Get in where?"

"Here!" He said nodding at his opened jacket.

"You took me here just so we can cuddle, didn't you?"

"Maybe." He stuck his tongue out. "And you've been busy with your activities when it's a holiday Y/n-chan!"

Not having any retorts, you went in front of him and took hold of his front jacket to wrap it around you. Your back on his chest also seems to warmed you up. But you felt more comfortable when you felt his arms wrapped around you. "Next time, let's bring a blanket."

You only hummed as a response feeling all cozied up. Until you realized what his sentence meant. "You plan on bringing me here again during winter?!"

He laughed and tightened his hold on you. "Of course Y/n-chan! How will I cuddle with you during winter if we're not going to the beach?"

"I don't know. Invite me to your house or visit mine?"

"Hmmm... But then we won't see this."

"See what?" You turned to him and saw him staring up ahead. Curious, you turned to what he was staring at and you gasped.

The Sun setting high was picturesque. Much better than any paintings could hold. Yellow and orange hues covers the horizon like a warm comfortable blanket you donned when the chilly breeze of the night enters your window. The blue sky contrasting against the vibrant orange and yellows was beautiful too. And the Sun seems like a sea creature coming up above the waters.

You smiled. "Thank you, for bringing me here."

You turned your head and saw him looking at you now, instead of the rising Sun. Your smile softened, without saying anything, you pressed your lips against his. What supposed to be a peck on the lips turned into a make-out session when you open your mouth for him to devour.

Once you pulled away trying to catch your breath, you kept your eyes on him.

Oh, his eyes are blown and hazy.

It took minutes before he manages to compose himself and beamed so bright at you, you forgot the Sun behind you.

"You taste like Dorayaki."

"That's because you made me eat one with you."

"Then maybe you should always eat them. Then I won't have to ask Ken-chin to buy me one. I just have to kiss you."

You deadpan after what he said.

"Mikey. I'm not going to eat Dorayaki just so you can taste them in my mouth everytime we kiss."

"Then I'll just keep kissing you after you eat Dorayaki."

You took that as a cue to leave the comfort and warmth of his arms to run around the beach and escape him and his obsession with your now Dorayaki flavored lips.

Running after you and shouting your name, the two of you began a chasing game while the Sun was setting high above the horizon and watching the two of you throw smiles, smirks, and pressing kisses against each other's lips.

Unbeknownst to you tho, this will become a tradition that slowly involves the people you both treasure.

[icaruseater]

The Most Pretentious Word Ever

You’ve probably seen it presented “aesthetically”: black and white stock footage of people going about their lives and beautiful sprawling landscapes accompanied by dreamy guitar plucks or soft piano. Other videos are less aesthetic, but more real: regular people holding their phones telling the camera that they’ve just discovered a new word. One video with almost 2 million likes shows a man holding back tears as he reads it aloud:

Sonder. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Well, that’s the shortened definition, anyway. The one you’re most likely to see printed on the back of a t-shirt at Hot Topic. The man in tears also reads the second part: “An epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”

Something about the word has always felt a little off to me. It has struck me as fake-deep and contrived, but I could never quite put my finger on why. It doesn’t help that I’ve never seen anyone actually use the word, just people fawning over how deep it is. The remixed definitions can sometimes insist upon themselves, with some people changing the beginning to “the profound feeling of realizing that everyone has a life as complex as one's own”. Why is a word calling itself profound in its own definition?

Furthermore, the wording of the actual definition was troubling to me. The realization that everyone is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. How selfish, I thought, to be so unaware of the complexities of life that such a thing is worded like an epiphany. That's just empathy, I thought. 

This tossed around in my mind one restless night until I finally faced the aggravating blue light of my phone screen to Google it. This led me down a bit of a rabbit hole of the English vocabulary and my own philosophy on language.

The Search Results

The first thing I discovered is that sonder is not what some would consider a “real word”. By that I mean it’s not in the dictionary. Of course, there are plenty of words (particularly slang) that do not appear in the dictionary, but this was still somewhat shocking to me because pretty much every post I’ve seen on sonder presents it as if it were an excerpt from one. This is perhaps because the word was invented by John Koenig, author of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, where he makes up words to describe various phenomena. He’s stated that part of the purpose of his dictionary is to “fill a hole in language”.

Well, I thought, that settles it. Rabbit hole over, nothing else to discover, we can all go home now. 

But when I scrolled a little further, I realized something puzzling: no one knows how to use sonder in a sentence. I quickly found that I wasn’t alone in thinking this. I came across a Reddit thread titled “Is sonder the best-ever new word?” where the top comment read: “I like the concept very much. It's humanistic, it's mystical, kind of psychedelic [psychedelic? really??], but I've never heard it spoken in a sentence, or read it in a published work of fiction. I don't know how to use it in an intelligible sentence. Does anyone?” Here’s some examples I found:

“I lay in bed so deep in my thoughts, the darkness was all around me while, slowly, the sonder started to kick in. I then realized that not only me, but all seven point fifty three billion people in this world which they are constantly living despite my personal lack of awareness of it.” 

“As the poet concludes his final verse, the crowd ripples with sonder: tears can be seen and gasps heard before those gathered break into applause. His words seemingly have struck a few chords in the hearts of all those present.”

“I had a sonder, a realization that the random girl sitting next to me inside of Starbucks might have a fantastic life or she might be dealing with a very ill family member.”

The attempts I read further convinced me that this whole thing might just be some big pretentious charade. All this hullabaloo about how deep the word is, yet nearly every example sentence I saw was derivative, trite, weak. Many of them can't help but essentially restate the definition, which makes me think that perhaps they themselves innately doubt that the word can stand on its own two feet. Even the sentences that mostly avoid re-stating the definition were uncompelling.

Input From Profesionals

My search continued as I came across a CBC article about sonder and Koenig’s Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows in general. A good point made by Lera Boroditsky, a cognitive scientist professor at the University of California San Diego, is that shortened methods to communicate emotions are actually good for language. While it may seem limiting to some, putting a name to an emotion can help us better understand it. Koenig appears to concur with this, as the article states that “therapists have emailed him explaining how just being able to name something, can offer people power — even solace.”

Meanwhile Geoffrey Pullum, a professor of Linguistics at the University of Edinburgh, appears to dislike the outlook of Koenig’s dictionary towards language. In the article, Pullum conveys his argument by discussing the difference between how you say machine gun in English versus how it is said in French, mitrailleuse. "It would be absurd to think that if you speak only English you can't form the concept of a machine gun; yet that is essentially the error people are making when they say (for example) that the German word schadenfreude cannot be translated into English."

I understand where Pullum is coming from. My mother's first language is Spanish, and she will occasionally insist that some words “can’t be translated” (she did this most recently with the word terca). But after throwing out some examples, we can always find a way to communicate the same idea in English, even if there isn’t a one-to-one translation for it.

The Beauty of Words

The conversations with my mother and Pullum’s point got me thinking about the English vocabulary. Perhaps it is by design that there isn’t actually a single word to describe the “epiphany” that sonder represents. It is clear after just looking up sonder on TikTok that a lot of people think the word is beautiful- but it's true beauty is in the definition, not the word itself. This might seem like an obvious thing to say, but I suppose I am questioning the aesthetic sensibilities of people who find the word beautiful. Why not just take as many words as you need to explain what or how  you’re feeling? Is it really better (or even more beautiful) to have the experience all summed up in one convenient little word? The fact that the true beauty and appeal of this word lies in the picture it paints in its definition only aids my point. It feels almost corporate, the act of putting it all into one word, it's almost like the linguistic equivalent of meal-prepping to me. Convenient, for sure, perhaps even smart for the modern man, but taking away so much of the enjoyment and personality of writing. I think part of the beauty of language is how we string together words to maneuver through our own stories and emotions, and if we condense everything neatly with a nice lil bow, that really takes away the liveliness of language.

I began to think of sonder as a sort of KAWS figure or Funko Pop of words: like it was designed simply to be gazed upon, posted on your social media, but not actually interacted with in any meaningful way.

But that's not really true, is it? Does a word have to be usable in a sentence for it to be valuable? Is it really such a bad thing for it to exist on its own as an Instagram post? Despite how I might feel about sonder, it clearly does impact some people meaningfully. The singer Brent Faiyaz got the word tattooed on his face and named his band after it. I saw somebody wearing a shirt with sonder (and its definition, of course) on the back. I saw a young-ish guy at my job with SONDER tattooed in bold black font going all the way down his arm, and seeing it got such a reaction outta me that it's basically the reason I started looking into the word. I remember thinking (after seeing the guy’s tattoo but before doing my research) “could such a fake-deep word really mean so much to people?”. The answer, obviously, is yes. And what was said in the article is true: being able to put a word to a feeling can be extremely helpful for some people. As an Urban Dictionary definition states: “Sometimes you're hurting so bad and you feel you're the only one. But after all your hardships you start to realize that everybody is so unique and you aren't the only one.” Perhaps not the most well-written couple of sentences, but the message is loud and clear: people resonate with sonder, regardless of whether it can stand alone.

In conclusion: do I like sonder now? Well, yes and no. I appreciate how strongly other people feel about the word (I think the act of loving a word in itself is kinda lovely, cute and romantic, what can I say) and if what Koenig said earlier about therapists reaching out to him is true, that's amazing. 

But overall, I think an expression just as (if not more) beautiful can be made by using a collection from your own vocabulary. There is nothing quite like reading a passage that takes your breath away, and the act of optimizing that by condensing it into one word feels quite robotic. The English language is not less good or in need of “fixing” because there isn’t always a single word to describe such complex emotions, rather see the language as a toolkit: your set of brushes and paint pots that you may then use to orchestrate a story all your own. :)

REFS

Brend, Y. (2022, January 23). What does it mean to “sonder?” author invents new words that resonate during the pandemic | CBC radio. CBCnews. https://www.cbc.ca/radio/sunday/the-sunday-magazine-for-january-9-2022-1.6307530/what-does-it-mean-to-sonder-author-invents-new-words-that-resonate-during-the-pandemic-1.6321644#:~:text=Sonder%3A%20the%20realization%20that%20each,sipping%20coffee%20in%20the%20background

How to use “sonder” in a sentence. WordHippo. (n.d.). https://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/sentences-with-the-word/sonder.html

Is sonder the best-ever new word?. Reddit. (n.d.). https://www.reddit.com/r/words/comments/housk7/is_sonder_the_bestever_new_word/

Koenig, J. (2012, July 22). Sonder. Tumblr. https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23536922667/sonder

Sonder. Urban Dictionary. (n.d.). https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sonder

What are the correct ways of using the word “sonder”? Quora. (n.d.). https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-correct-ways-of-using-the-word-sonder#:~:text=For%20example%2C%20%22I%20am%20struck,rigid%20posture%20and%20furrowed%20brow 

[keewestsworld]

The encounter continues. Once inside the apartment you lock the door and began to finger through your bag. To your surprise everything was still there you go to the firescape and here lots of commotion what in the hell is going on out there? Must be a full moon you think to yourself. You see police cars everywhere and that's when you noticed one car in particular. Thats the car that past you in the park. You move in for a closer look. You hear and see the officer talking to a small group of people from what you could make out something took place at the subway station just blocks away from your apartment one man told the officer these things just came out of nowhere they were huge another man said they were freaks or something while still another said come on man.. I'm telling ya, there were five guys in costume probably some high school jocks or something.. no no..there were only four of them said and old woman. "Oh come on people one at a time" said the officer. You think to yourself only in New York city. You put your hair up and run some bath water while thinking about what happened to you just a short time ago. You slip out of your clothes and into the tub the warmth of the water feels so inviting and at this time there is no place you would rather be as you lay back, and close your eyes. You hear a loud thump coming from up stairs which is kinda strange because that's the roof the thump sound is followed by the sound of something being dragged across the roof as you towel off you continue to try to listen to what sounds like muffled voices you get dress and slowly walk over to the window you open up the window and step on to the firescape you looked down, you can still see the police car. so you began to climb the firescape sticking to the shadows almost to the top now slowly and quietly you go, when suddenly you see a giant foot flying over your head and descending, it was huge so huge in fact you didn't realize it wasn't alone you heard a male voice say hey guys I actually talked to a girl. This was followed by shut up Mikey! You gasp what was that? Wait Those Things.. yes! this is what the crowd of people were going on about.. as you starred into the night sky you began to make your way back down to your apartment window while climbing inside you take in on last glimpse of your surroundings you began to close you window when suddenly you see someone or something standing on the building across the street from your apartment on the roof top starring back at you wait there are four of them your heart drops oh God! you blink and three of persons disappears but the forth one he doesn't seem to care that the police offers is still down below once inside your apartment you close the window and curtains you turn off the lights and this guy is still standing there what does he want? You back up slowly an plop down on the couch not once taking your glare off the window you become spooked at the sudden jump scare that he just did out side your window clearly you just heard a hard thump on the firscape you cover your mouth at the sight of the gigantic syloet moving from side to side where is the cop now you think to yourself finally you find the courage to run to your closet by your front door to grab your baseball bat when you turn back to the window it is open but no one is standing out side as you walk back towards the window a large hand covers you mouth and as his other hand wraps around you tm. pressing the bat tightly against your torso you are lifted into the air he press his mouth against your ear and says be quiet we are not alone, someone, is waiting for you in your bedroom. we while in the park tonight we thought there was just the one guy the police have him.. in custody but this guy is not empty handed lay down on the couch I'm going into your bedroom no matter what you hear don't come in you nod your head yes and lay down and he walks into your room you hear thrashing sounds that seem end as fast as they started

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Essek Thelyss & The Mighty Nein

I have not cared for anyone but myself for the century that I've been alive.

[msbarrybeeson]

Listen | F!Reader Insert

A/N: When the movie trailer dropped, I knew there are many opportunities for angsty fan fiction, so I kind of took one. Some of the dialogue is canon, everything else is from my imagination. Anyway, getting the characters’ "character” was a challenge. I’ll appreciate any constructive criticism to improve it. Enjoy!

Summary: Casey Jones is trying to warn them of their future.

Pairing(s): Rise! Leo X Reader (Established Relationship)

Reader: Feminine pronouns are used. No actual appearance, only mentions.

Genre: Humor / Slight Angst

Warning(s): Rushed writing. Written before release. Mentioned character death.

Word Count: ~840

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“So what’s your business with our friend, pal?”

Casey slowly opened his eyes, groaning through the headache. The world seemed upside-down, but judging from the ropes tying his body to a chair, he got the memo. So he was knocked out and taken into the underground subway station. The human boy grimaced; the stench reeked here.

In front of him stood four mutant turtles, in addition to the presence of a sewer rat and another human. “Master.. Leonardo?” Casey murmured as he recognized the blue eye-mask and red markings.

“Hey, did you hear that?” Mikey gasped. “He knows your name!”

Leon smirked. “And he added a nice ring to it, too.”

“So Blue does mature after all.” Splinter scratched his fur.

“Great,” Donnie rolled his eyes. “Thank you for inflating his ego.”

“Guys, come on now—,” Raph began.

“Shh. Give a minute, hermanos, I’ve got a plan.” Leon announced with confidence.

All the voices blurred. Casey glanced around groggily, only to realize there was one person missing from the group. “(Name).... Urgh…. Where’s.. where’s (Name)?”

The group quieted down.

“Oho, skipping the introductions, are we?” Leon narrowed his eyes. He stepped closer to the human boy. “You got something against her too? …I’d let it go if I were you,” he threatened.

“This is what happens when random people jump straight to asking about his girlfriend before doing introductions,” Donnie remarked. Casey panicked under Leon’s glare, especially once he saw Leon pull out his katana. “Hey, hey!” Casey shook fervently. “Hold on a minute! It’s not—.”

“My hermanos, what do you think we should do with him?” The turtle pointed with the tip of his blade.

“Ooh, ooh!” Mikey raised his hand. “Give him a nasty haircut!”

Raph thrusted his fist forward. “We could use a nice punching bag.”

“Or here’s a better idea,” Donnie pulled down his goggles, doing a quick analysis of Casey, “how about I alter his brain, so we can remote-control him?”

“Pfft. Think we’ve scared him enough, boys.” April clapped her hands, making them drop the act and fall into laughter. Raph was snickering in back, seeing Casey all pale and shaken up. “Oh man, that was good.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Leon wiped a tear. “In all seriousness, who are you, ‘cause we need to call you something other than— I don’t know, human guy?”

“...The name’s Casey Jones—.”

“Hold up, Jones as in Cassandra Jones? Never knew she has a brother,” April asked.

“Son,” he grumbled. God, how many times would they be interrupting him? “I’m her son.”

“Guys, I think he’s gone insane,” Donnie remarked.

“Careful, Don,” Mikey hushed. “Maybe he’s got trauma, and was put up with his sister being the mother role.”

Leon scratched his chin. “Seriously? Casey— I mean, Cassandra here— acting like anyone close to a mother?”

“For the record, I’m not insane!”

“Then, explain how you might be Cassandra’s son, when you’re just about her age.”

“Woah, Donnie, don’t tell me—.”

“That I took DNA samples from his teeth while he were knocked out? Why yes, yes I did.”

Casey shook in the air, which only had the rope swinging him from side to side. “Listen! You want to know how I’m her son? Simple answer is: I’m not from your time.”

“Huh?”

“...Is this going where I think it is?” Donnie covered his own mouth with his hand.

“I know how this sounds,” Casey cautioned. “But I need you to believe me, because I’m from… the future.”

…

Once again, everyone bursted out into laughter. In fact, even Splinter was amused.

“Y-you cannot be serious!” Donnie crouched over, dying. “That’s not possible!”

“Look, person named Casey,” Raph wiped another tear, “no offense, but if you’re trying to scare us, I can assure you you’ve got better things to do.”

“No! I’m trying to warn you guys about the future!”

“Right,” Leon rolled his eyes playfully. “And uh… how do we know whether we should take your word for it?”  

“Because if you won’t do something about this,” Casey’s face contorted in anger, “(NAME) IS GOING TO DIE!”

Noise slipped into immediate silence. Everyone stopped, eyes wide.

“Woah, woah,” Raph’s tone lowered, “You crossed the line there, pal.” The snapping turtle looked to his red-eared brother in concern. He found Leon clenching his hands and narrowing his eyes. “Yeah. There are other ways to get us to listen, y’know.”

“But you wouldn’t listen! And I’m not lying when I—!”

“Then, what are you talking about?!”

“Fine. Let’s start over.” Casey sighed, “My name is Casey Jones. In the future, an alien race by the name of Kraang decimated the planet. Master Leonardo gave me a mission: find the key and stop them.

When I arrived, I couldn’t recognize the place at all. Seeing Commander O’Neil, I thought she could the best person to start with.”

“What’s (Name) got to do here?” Donnie questioned.

“She—.” Casey hesitated, meeting Leon’s eyes. The red-eared slider crossed his arms. “Say it.”

“…She was killed trying to save Master Leonardo.”

[devils-dares]

heyyyyyy! first off, congratulations on 100!!! you so deserve it!

next, i'm here to request prompt 34 from prompt list 1 because i'm feeling v soft tonight.

i hope you have a lovely rest of your night! 🥰

thank you so much, my love!

34. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

The coffee pot was practically empty by the time you went to go refill for what must’ve been at least the fourth time in two hours. Not wanting to waste any longer yawning, you settled for the coffee ground laden liquid at the bottom of the pot. Putting a couple extra sugars in the steaming cup to balance the bitterness, you grabbed your cup and settled back into your floor nest of legal paperwork.

It was now 1:47 AM and you were sure that whichever intern at the DA’s office sorted these papers was going to have the pleasure of being strangled by you. Highlighting words and key phrases wasn’t fun, but it would help Foggy and Matt with progressing in the case. Sighing, you spoke out loud to yourself, stopping every few minutes to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You let your head rest on your hand as you read, which turned out to not be the smartest move as you fell asleep.

About 30 minutes later, you were awoken by heavy pants and pained grunts. You snapped up and snuck into Foggy’s office, grabbing the baseball bat he kept by his desk. Heading to the kitchenette, you raise the bat and before the man on the ground could say anything, you whacked him with it.

“Ow! Wait, stop!” You hear him say. He struggles to get up and once he does, you slowly back up until he hits the lightswitch, illuminating his figure and more specifically, the horns on his head.

“You’re- you’re devilman, uh, Daredevil! What the fuck are you doing in my office?” You say, putting the bat down.

“Heh, good question. What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?” He says as he finally stands straight. It’s then that you realize how much bigger he is than you.

“Just- uh, work for my bosses. Let me grab a first aid kit, I know we have one. You see, I uh, got a boss, little bit of a klutz, that one. He’s blind and always comes in bleeding in some way. I keep it stocked for emergencies.” You walk to your desk, situated next to Karen’s. Digging through your drawer, you finally find the bright red box. As you walk back to the kitchenette, you see that he’s taken his cowl off.

“Oh! Sorry, here I’ll just leave it on the counter.”

“You’re wearing my sweater, did you take it from my office?” He says as he turns around.

“Matt? Holy fuck! Come here and sit down, let me patch you up. Oh gosh, I hit you with Foggy’s bat, I’m so sorry that must’ve hurt.” He chuckles at your rushed words.

“Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m okay.” He finally takes a seat and helps you take his top off.

“My god, Matt.” He grabs your hand as you gasp at the vast amount of cuts, scars, and bruises.

“It’s alright, most of them look worse than they actually are. If you don’t want to help me, I understand.” You shake your head at that.

“No, I got you.” Wetting a rag with rubbing alcohol, you grimace when he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“So I’m a klutz, huh?” He chuckles.

“Shut up, had I known you were parading as the devil at night, I would’ve just said insane. How do you even… you’re blind, right?”

“Yes. It’s… complicated. I was blinded by chemicals, so, to make a long story short, when it took away my eyesight it enhanced my other senses. I can kind of see a weird 360 outline of everything.”

“Yeah, complicated.” The two of you fall in a comforting silence.

“You don’t have any other questions? Don’t want to scream at me or hit me?”

“No, I’m just, I’m thankful for you, Matthew.”

“You- you are?” He questions, but the steady rhythm of your heart tells him that you’re not lying.

“Yeah, absolutely. You’ve saved so many people… including me.”

“Seriously?” He tilts his head towards you, eyes glazed over but still conveying concern.

“Yeah, uh, my fourth night in Hell’s Kitchen. My friends made me swear up and down that I’d go out with them. I came out a little tipsy and was shoved in an alley, but before the dude could lay a single finger on me, the devil was there. And now the devil’s my boss, so there’s that fantasy out the window.”

“Fantasy? You fantasize about me?” A smirk plays on his lips.

“Cram it, Murdock.”

“Okay, answer this question then.”

“Can’t you read minds?”

“What? No! Who told y- anyways. Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“It- I uh, hm. It’s cold, and I forgot my jacket.”

“No you didn’t, it’s right over there on your chair. So don’t lie to me.”

“Fine! It smells like you, okay? And it doesn’t hurt that it’s oversized and criminally soft and warm and- mmf!” You’re cut off as he presses his lips to yours. Your hands slowly inch their way up his face to finally tangle in his hair as his hands hold your hips in a featherlight touch.

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted to do that. You’re cute when you try to reason your way out of things.”

“Yeah, well I’m not the lawyer here, am I? And uh, if you ever happen to get the urge to kiss me again, you go ahead and do that.” He rumbles out a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you all done playing doctor?”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut it, your bandages look pretty. Please don't scare me again.”

“After that whack with Foggy’s bat? I’ll be sure to announce my arrival.”

You groan out an apology and he kisses your forehead.

“Can I ask you another question?” He murmurs, lips still against your forehead.

“What am I, on the witness stand?”

“Why are you here?”

“To save your ass, of course.”

“I’m being serious.” He cups your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Realistically, I hate being alone. I can't stand it. I can't sleep, can't unwind. I come here to do work and burn my brain out so I can't overthink anything.”

“Come home with me.”

“I’m not subjecting you to my snoring and drooling.”

“No judgement. And you can take as many sweaters as you'd like.”

“...Promise?”

He laughs and kisses you again.

“I couldn't say no to you even if I tried.”