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could i request a soobin with enemies to lovers prompt? 🥹 i think i have an obsession with this trope atm
a/n: hello anon! i hope you enjoy this. i wasn't sure how i was going to write this but i made it happen! i love the enemies to lovers trope but i cannot write it for my life. please enjoy this! i hope it lives up to expectations.
you and soobin were total opposites. he was this cool guys with a close knit friend group and lot’s of popularity. he had a set group of people that would eat lunch with him everyday. he was really smart too. he constantly made student of the month and was on track to secure the valedictorian spot for your graduation class.
you on the other hand…you had only two friends you hung out with everyday and you lacked the popularity he had. you loved your friends group so it’s not like you were complaining or anything. you were also very smart. you were good at pretty much everything you teachers put in front of you. art, english, math, history. anything.
this is where your story starts. you and soobin usually did not cross paths at all and if you did…it was because he was insulting your intelligence and lack of friends. he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings so deeply but little did he know, you would go home and cry into your pillow because of his hurtful words. he would put you down by both only questioning your intelligence but even your looks. saying things along the lines of, “well, we can’t all be good looking and smart”. When he’d run into you in the hall ways during passing period, he would humiliate you by screaming and then saying, “oh wait, it’s just you. i swear i just saw something straight out of a horror movie.” you would go home and curse him. how could he be so handsome and so mean at the same time? it’s not fair!
you two were made to cross paths on this occasion because you were both called into the principals office. the principal organized this meeting to let you know you both were tied for the spot of valedictorian and that you both would have to share the honor if nothing changed with your grades. soobin took this as a threat and you, were just fine with it. he started going on about how it’s not fair that he had to share such a high honor with a girl. when you left the principals office, he let you know his intentions to raise his grades to beat you. when you just shrugged him off, he grabbed your wrist. you glared at him. “let me go! i’ll tell someone!” he sighed and rolled his eyes, “as if anyone would actually care.” he looks you up and down, “just back down. you’re too stupid to even formulate a speech to accept this award. why do you even want it so bad?”
you pull your wrist back, “it’s none of your damn business! leave me alone. I'm not backing down and I'm not going to no matter what you say.” you turn and walk away, back to the class you had left for the meeting. he watches you walk away with a smirk. he was thinking of ways to get you to back down as he walked back to class.
after school and clubs, he went to look for you. he was going to tell you again to back off when he noticed something strange. he was walking into the gym since he knew you’d be come with volleyball (let’s just say you play) but the gym was really quiet. among the quiet, he heard a small voice, begging the word ‘stop’ over and over. he finally recognized this voice as yours. as much as he pretended to hate you, he couldn't help but go over there and asses the situation.
you were being back into a corner by a sophomore in your club. his name was Jake. he was much taller than you and much bigger. he’d been asking you on a date at every single club meeting for a whole month. Since he always made you feel uncomfortable and unsafe, you would always decline. he kept asking and asking until he finally got fed up and decided he was going to make you say yes. he decided to do this by backing you into a corner of the gym once everyone was gone after practice. you always stayed behind alone to clean up since your friends had to run off to their part time jobs after club. he decided today was the day and he started to back you into the corner.
soobin hesitates but decided the right thing to do was to intervene. he walks up behind Jake and when you see him, you gasp. Jake was looking at you with a raised eye brow and suddenly feels a big hand grab his should and pull him back. “hey, Jake. what are you doing?” soobin puts on a fake smile and pat’s the younger boy’s shoulder. Jake rolls his eyes, “I'm asking her on a date and she’s not saying yes! can you believe this? who wouldn’t wanna date me?” Soobin finally stops smiling and does what he came there to do. he pushed Jake back and the younger boy stumbled, falling onto his butt. "you leave her alone. you hear me? i thought you know better than you harass girls who want nothing to do with you?” soobin grabs your hand and looks at you, “come on. let’s get any from this loser. he’s got a lesson to learn later on. i’ll be back for you.” soobin threatens. you follow soobin as he gently pulls your arm to lead you outside safely. he refuses to let go of you hand when asking if you were okay. "did he touch you? I'm sorry he did that to you.” he groan and pull your hand back.
“why do you care? you always talk shit to me. why did you even step in? you could definitely not care less about me.” you look down at the floor, kicking dirt around. you felt back for talking to him that way after he saved you but you couldn’t help it. why did he do this? he looks at you, “i wasn’t going to let him hurt you. no one deserves to be harassed by anyone. not even you.” you look up at him with softer eyes. you notice how he got shy when you looked in his eyes. you smile at him for the first time ever. "thank you. thank you for saving me from him.” he take his hands and look at him again. "are you shy?” you laugh when his face and ears to red. his body betrayed him. "hey, this is no fair, you’re touching me. how am i supposed to react when he pretty girl touches me?”
you gasp, “pretty? now you’re just messing with me. don’t do that.” your smile turns into a frown and soobin panics. “hey! hey! I'm not kidding. I'm serious. i really do think you’re pretty. im sorry for all those times i said other wise. I'm sorry I've been such an ass hole to you. i’ve treated you like absolute shit for no reason. you’re too pretty to be treated like crap.” he panics when you start to tear up but he wipes your tears away. he goes as far as to pull you into his chest and hug you. you melt into him and hide your face in his chest. he let’s you cry for a while.
finally, you look up at him with puffy, red eyes. “so…what now? am i gonna have to go home and cry into my pillow because you’re going to tell me you don’t like me the way i think you do?” he smiled at you and wiped your face again. “i don’t think so. i like you a lot. how about i go in there and help you finish cleaning and then i can walk you home? we can stop for some boba tea? my treat for being such an asshole.” you smile at him and hug him again. "sure. but…only if you’ll be my boyfriend.” he turns red once again and whines, “Hey! what’s with your love of flustering me?” you frown, “is that a no?” he shakes his head, “you’re already got me wrapped around your cute fingers, you know?” you smile at him and you both hug. he places a sweet kiss on your cheek and you turn red.
#txt imagines#txt fluff#txt headcanons#txt x reader#txt reactions#txt texts#soobin x reader#soobin fluff#soobin txt#tomorrow x together#choi soobin
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Hiii! If you're accepting requests for prince Friedrich (bridgerton), could I get a Friedrich and reader fic where theyre royalty too and frenemies? And they end up at the same ball and have to dance tgt (obv)? The next day lady whistledown and the ton out there shipping the two so they have to keep up appearances and promenade together all the time? Eventually fall in love!! (+ points if they childishly argue through the whole dance) thanksss💕
Is It Love Or Hate?
Summary: Read request above!
Prince Friederich x gn!reader
Genre: Fluffiest of fluff, (It's also the only thing I can write about but moving on)
Warnings: Romantic themes, strong language(not really just good old british slang that I love very much), and It is a gender neutral reader, y/n(aka you or just plain old y/n) is a princess and wears a dress in this one-shot!!
A/N: Omg omg omg this is my first request, this is so exciting! This request is so cute, I hope you like it! Also I'm sorry for some of the writing is in third person, I just don't really like first person. And I'm sorry this took too long, I'm quite busy with stuff(school) atm. And now because of this request, I wanna make a prince Friederich fanfic lol but I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot!!(Also this isn't proofread so if there are any errors do tell me!)
Y/n groaned at the thought, they were going to yet again another ball, y/n loved being a royal and all but that meant they had the possibility of seeing him, Prince Friederich, Y/n had mixed feelings about him, they would love him and then the next minute, they hate him. As I finally laid down on the couch, my mother busted in, causing them to jump up.
"Mother, what is it? Why must you rush in here as if I did something wrong?!?" I asked.
"Oh no dear, it's just your dress is finally done! You just have to wear it for tonight's ball." Y/m/n explained as she gave you the dress. "Doesn't the color look nice?"
I had to agreed, the colors on the dress were absolutely stunning, y/f/c always looked good on them, always.
"Well I must agree, the dress does look nice." I agreed.
"Perhaps you might even find the one," Y/m/n teased.
"You said that as the last fifty balls," I exaggerated. "It seems people only see me for my looks Mother, nothing more, I told you many times that I wanted to marry for love."
"Then find someone you love, my dear. You know I will always support you." Y/m/n smiled at you and left moments after.
Y/n changed into the dress and was suprised on how the dress complimented her very well.
"Are you ready to go-?" Y/m/n asked as she busted in the room but stopped once she saw y/n. "My dear, you look beautiful."
"Yes mother I am ready to go," I placed the tiara on her head. "Thank you but we must not make haste," I reminded.
"Oh yes yes!" Y/m/n exclaimed. "We shall go to the carriage at once." Y/m/n announced.
Y/m/n linked her arm with Y/n and they left and headed to the ball, moments later, they had arrived.
"I'll be on the lookout for potential suitors, and you Y/n shall be the princess you are and dance with two men tonight." Y/m/n said.
"One," I corrected.
Y/m/n sighed knowing that Y/n wouldn't listen to her. "Fine, you must dance with one man tonight."
"Good, Ah I think I see the Duchess of Hastings right there. I'll leave you be mother!" I called out.
Before Y/n could make her way to Daphne, she was stopped by the one of the many men she didn't want to see tonight.
"You highness, Princess Y/n," Lord Gray bowed down infront of her. "May I have your first dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
Y/n was about to tell him off when someone did it for her and she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Actually, the Princess had already offered her first dance on her dance card with me." Prince Friederich explained.
"Oh, I see," Lord Gray seemed to buy the lie and walked away.
"Shall we?" Friederich held his hand out.
Y/n only glared at him before taking his hand, the two royals made their way to the dance floor.
"Now look at what you did," I whispered. "I only wanted to dance with one man tonight and now you're fulfilling my mother's wishes and I'm going to dance with two."
Prince Friederich only snickered in response.
"Well I apologize for doing that but it seemed like you didn't want to dance with him." Friederich stated the obvious.
"Yeah well I didn't want to dance with you either and here we are." I smiled sarcastically.
"You can blame my aunt on that, she actually insisted I'd dance with you first tonight." He replied.
Prince Friederich dipped you and pulled you close, making you gasp, he noticed this and backed away. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked confused.
"For making you uncomfortable," He answered rather quickly.
"If anything, you actually made me feel more safe from the viscount, I can see him glaring at us" I laughed and smiled at him, causing him to smiled back as he pulled you in close again.
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"Y/n, Oh Miss Y/n! Wake up! Your highness, it is urgent!" Evelyn, one of the lovely servants shook you awake.
"I'm up," I mumbled, not fully awake.
"Lady Whistledown wrote about you and the Prince from the dance, you must read!" Evelyn exclaimed.
"Can I atleast get out of my bed first?" I asked, Evelyn nodded excitingly before leaving.
Y/n got up and ready and finally headed down the stairs where they was greeted by not only Evelyn but their mother as well.
"So Lady Whistledown wrote about me in her paper?" I asked.
Y/m/n nodded happily and gave you the paper. When you were shocked, Lady Whistledown wrote about the two of you dancing and how you two would make quite a lovely couple but before you could read anymore, you got called upon by Prince Friederich, he seemed to have read the latest issue quickly this morning.
"Your highness," Evelyn bowed down at him before he stopped her.
"Oh please, just call me Friederich, is Y/n awake yet? I hope I didn't wake her, I just wanted to have a little chat." Friederich smiled.
"And does your little chat include those lovely y/f/fs?" I asked.
I made my way to him and Evelyn, who now exited the room once she took notice of my appearance.
"Oh these," Friederich looked at them as well. "I didn't send them, maybe Lord Gray no Gary sent them." He teased.
Due to his teasing, I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I normally never do that."
"It's fine, it was quite adorable if I were to be honest." Friederich smiled.
I blushed at his words and smiled softly but quickly changed my expression as I still had no idea what he was doing here so I asked. "Well if you will allow me to Prince-"
"Friederich," He cut you off.
"...Friederich, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I was just going to ask if well considering what Whistledown wrote about us, maybe she should write about us even more if you give me the opportunity to court you and take to on a promenade?" He asked.
My eyes widened at his words, he wanted to court me out of all people but I realized that maybe this was just his aunt's doing.
"Are you sure that you want to court me and this isn't your aunt's doing because if it is then I'm gonna have to-" I was cut off again.
"No!" He exclaimed before clearing his throat. "My apologies, I did this on my own. My aunt has no idea I am even here." He chuckled.
"Oh, then yes, I would be delighted to be courted by the only prince I seem to know." I laughed.
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Y/n and Friederich have been courting for quite awhile now, making this their fifth time going on a promenade, Y/n had developed feelings for him and was wondering just as everyone else was thinking once they saw the latest issue "When will he propose?"
"This is the fifth time we're out to promenade, can we please go somewhere else Friederich?" I asked in a hushed whisper. "The sun is practically setting!"
"Please Y/n, just called me Freddie and to answer your question, we can't go somewhere alone, you know that but perhaps a boat ride would be nice."
"Or hunting or we can pretend to get lost in a flower field?" I suggested.
"A flower field would be nice, hm there is one there," He held up his arm. "Shall we go?"
"We shall," I smiled. "Mother, we'll be right back. We're going to pick some flowers from the field!"
"Okay, stay safe!" Y/m/n exclaimed.
But Y/m/n was distracted with Lady Danbury that she didn't even notice that the two royals weren't going to the flower field but instead the woods.
"Ah the woods, why did you take us here Freddie," I asked.
Friederich blushed at the nickname even though he suggested it but brushed it off.
"I wanted to look at the nature, nature is quite interesting. I mean just look at that bird!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"That bird does look quite fascinating." I comments, making him smile wide.
"I never saw those in Prussia so they are new to me," Friederich revealed.
"Well maybe if you stay here a little longer then maybe you'll see more," I smiled at him.
"Yeah maybe," Friederich smiled.
I took my eyes off him and laid down to look at the sunset, He laid down beside me.
"It's quite beautiful isn't it?" I asked, referring to the setting sun.
"Yeah, it's breathtaking." He whispered, still staring at me.
I looked back at him when he was indeed already staring, he didn't take one look at the sunset and kept his eyes on me. I blushed and tried to look away when his hand caressed my face and leaned in, he kissed me and I kissed back. When we broke apart, he sat up, I repeated the action and we kissed again, he mumbled something in the kiss that I couldn't decipher..
"Freddie, what did you say?" I asked, my hand resting softly on his cheek.
"I wish to marry you Y/n, I'm in love with you." He confessed.
"The night of the ball when we danced, I lied to you, my aunt didn't say anything about you at all, I chose to dance with you that night because not only are you breath taking, you are the only person that I love competing with and poking fun at with, you're the only person who knows the real me and I love for that, I love that you let me in and that you trust me and you share all your conspiracies about who Whistledown is, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, kids or no kids, in London or in Prussia. I want you just the way you are because I'm smitten and I love you oh so much. And I completely understand if you don't desire me the same but I couldn't keep it in any longer and I-" Friederich was cut off by you kissing him again, more passionate this time.
When you pulled away, you spoke. "I love you too, I would say that I want you but that's a lie, I need you and I just can't possibly see my life without you in it. Without you, I could probably be married to Lord Gray and I know we are both happy that isn't the reality," We both chuckled before I continued. "Freddie, just know this. No matter where we are or who we're with, I will always be looking at him and with you because you are now my husband to be, and I wish to be your wife forever." I confessed.
I rested my head on his chest and I heard his heartbeat making me calm, I closed my eyes and hugged him, he hugged me back.
"Your wish has been granted, my love." Prince Friederich kissed the top of my head.
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Relax a little
Jill Valentine x fem!reader
Okay I’m so sorry I haven’t uploaded anything in so long & I should really check my inbox I know, but I’ve had writers block for months now & nothing has been helping me that & the fact I have no motivation & I’ve been too busy with my career n shit.
As an apology I wrote a (very likely to be shitty) Jill Valentine smut. Sorry if it’s awful, I just have no motivation for writing much anymore atm :/
This is also only like 800 words or something bcos I couldn’t think of anything more kinda rushed it bcos I wanted to get this out as soon as possible!
This is 18+ only! Minors dni
When Jill got home you couldn't stand to see her pacing around in front of you mentioning all the reasons why she came home so stressed out. With everything that has happened to her over the years you fully understood, and you hated seeing her like this.
So, you stood up and placed your hands on her shoulders so that she stopped pacing. Turned her around and sat her down on the couch, "Y/n? What?" Jill questioned, confused. Until she saw a specific look in your eyes, she lent back on the couch and looked up at you.
"You need to relax, babe. I hate seeing you like this." You mentioned. You decided to sit on your girlfriends lap, and Jill didn't protest to that at all. Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her on her lap.
"Oh yeah? And how will you do that Y/n?" Jill chuckled, basically daring you to do exactly what you were thinking because the brunette knew what you were thinking.
"Don't get shy on me now baby" Jill chuckled.
You decided not to waste anymore time, crashing your lips against Jill' with such passion and such need. The brunette gripped your hips quite harshly which you let out a gasp to and she slipped her tongue between your teeth. "Hey I'm supposed to be making you relax Jill" you chuckled into the kiss.
"I'm very relaxed right now, I just like taking charge" the brunette added.
"I know, just let go of some of it okay? For me?" You pleaded, Jill let out a sigh but resumed the kiss and this time you took charge of it, moving from her lips, to her jaw and finally her neck. Jill tilted her head back against the couch and gave you more access, a particular spot on her neck that was sensitive as you nipped at it leaving a mark Jill let out a quite groan "Y/n" she whispered your name.
Your hands tucked at Jill' tank top, she helped you strip it off her and that just left the brunette woman in her bra and jeans. You kissed her collarbone as your hands worked to undo her bra. Kissing between the valley of her breasts until you finally stopped teasing taking a breast into your mouth, whilst your hand toyed with her other.
"Fuck Y/n" Jill breathed out quietly. At this point you had to climb off of Jills lap and kneel between the brunettes legs Jill looked down at you with such lust in her eyes. She was so impatient that she began undoing her jeans herself. Your hands stopped her though as you undid her jeans yourself, pulling them down and just leaving the brunette in her panties.
You kissed her inner thighs, leaving little marks from nipping at the skin "Y/n stop teasing or I'll punish you" Jill threatened.
"Whatever you say” although you wanted to tease her a lot more.
"Good girl. Now be good for me and stop teasing" you couldn't refuse, the praise kink in you had jumped out and you had to show Jill just how much of a good girl for her you can be. Wanting nothing more than to please your girlfriend. Not to mention the ache between your legs grew stronger when she called you a 'good girl'.
You chuckled at the wet patch that formed on her panties, putting the hem of them in your mouth and pulling them down with your teeth. Jill watched you with a smirk on her face. "That was so hot, Y/n" Jill moaned at at the sight. You knelt between Jill' legs again this time putting her legs over your shoulder.
You kissed Jill' clit and felt Jill shudder under her touch and then began to eat your girlfriend out, starting slowly until you felt Jill grip your hair and her thighs clenched.
"Fuck Y/n faster" Jill moaned out. You teased her drenched pussy with two of your fingers collecting as much of her juices as you could then finally entering two fingers into her pussy. "Oh! Fuck!" Jill almost screamed at that.
Setting a fast pace, as you sucked at her clit, Jill gripped your hair even tighter as she lent forward, pushing your face harder into her pussy. "Right there baby don't stop!" Jill moaned.
You sucked at her clit even harder "oh god I'm gonna cum" Jill breathed out.
"Y/n" and one last suck to her clit and thrust of your fingers, Jill came all over your fingers and mouth, prolonging her orgasm until she pushed your head away, her thighs clenching still as she slumped back down on the couch.
"Jill look at me" you mentioned, the brunette met your gaze and watched as you put your fingers coated in her cum into your mouth, cleaning them up. "God, Y/n you're amazing" Jill chuckled still trying to catch her breath a bit more.
"Now baby get up here because you deserve a treat" Jill mentioned "strip for me, Y/n" she added.
Oh, you were in for a good night.
#jill valentine x reader#jill valentine x fem!reader#smut#smutty#emi writes stuff#this one was awful#jill valentine#bi jill valentine
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Hiiii!! Can I get a Yuna x reader and Yeji x reader(separate) where reader does a fake hickey prank
okay !! requests are 5 atm, and my laziness is kicking in 😨 promised myself i go to bed early but who cares it's summer break, but hey is it normal to sleep at 4am cuz i think it's not and i can't stop 😭 okay enough, thanks for the request !!
also trying something new with editing 😘 (HELPP I LOVE IT SM)
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YEJI —
"baby? are you there? i'm almost home." yeji spoke over the phone, and you weren't replying for almost one minute now, because your were busy applying the makeup of the fake hickey on your neck. the outfit you were wearing was a simple white shirt and some safety shorts.
"yeah, yeah i'm here. just... doing something." you put the phone down the table, checking what you look on the mirror, fixing your hair slightly and the taking the phone again and sat on the living room.
"hellooo?" yeji spoke in a sing-song tone and looks at the screen, seeing you turn on your camera.
"yeji, keep your eyes on the road." you say, getting a small chuckle from her.
"okay, i'll see you soon?"
"yes, i love you and take care." you smile at the camera and ended the call.
...
the front door opened, you smirked and stood up to greet her. smiling at her while she wraps her arm around you, you pull down on your hoodie a bit to show a small part of the fake hickey.
she pulls away, copying your smile as she puts her hand on your neck to pull you in for a kiss. she stops as her eyes drop down on the hickey on your neck.
"w-what is that?" yeji asks as her face forms a frown.
"what is what?" you act confused, trying to feel what's in your neck while you look at her.
"that's not mine." she stares down on your neck, tears holding back their release.
"what's not yours- oh." you quickly tried to hug her, but she pushes you away as her tears finally fall from her eyes. you hated seeing her cry, and you had to do something immediately.
"you've been cheating on me, y/n!" she spoke, backing away from you.
"baby- i'm sorry- it's a- prank-" you say between her pushes, she stops once she hears your full sentence, succumbing to your touch as she runs her hand on your back.
"i know you're tired so, i'm gonna make it up to you this night." you say, hoping she'll forgive you and agree. while you wipe the makeup off your neck, showing her it's really fake.
"i hate you for doing this, and you better be sorry about it." you pinches your side as you yelp, laughing. you really have to make it up for her now, good luck.
YUNA —
you're applying the make up on your neck while yuna was taking a shower. you check what you look on the mirror and quickly sat down on the sofa, waiting impatienty for yuna.
you're pulling the prank during weekends so yuna isn't tired, you knew she was very grumpy when tired and even more worse when you bully her.
yuna stood by the door and folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you. what?
"what's wrong?" you ask straightening your position on the sofa. she walks over to you and sat beside you, then reached to touch the hickey on your neck, wiping it with ease and smirked.
"i knew it, your pranks don't work on me." yuna smugly says, you sigh, when is she not gonna notice you're going to pull a prank. well maybe she used her brain this time, why did you randomly get a hickey on your neck.
"aww, come on. i put all my efforts doing that makeup." you sigh when you stopped her, but looking at her shocked expression, you laughed.
"how dare you cheat on me!" she propped her hands on her hips and pouts at you, you laugh as she pretended to be hurt by it and slaps your face gently as a joke.
but for the next few minutes, she's telling you what she would feel if she didn't caught you.
"well, my first reaction would be, of course shocked, and sad. i mean who wouldn't. i would shout, "y/n, are you cheating on me?!" then talk to you about our relationship and then end it there." yuna explains with a laugh, staring while your mouth forms a small 'o'.
"just like that? you're not even gonna ask if it's a prank?" you ask. thank god she caught you, or else your relationship is literally over.
"no, i mean if your lover pulled a prank like that, they will most llkely cheat." yuna explains once more, and you seem to be struck by what she just had said.
"me? cheat on you? never think of the impossible to happen." you roll your eyes playfully and rested your head on her shoulder.
"i know that, and you probably won't right?"
"yes, baby, i will never."
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Only Friends Ranking - Ep 1
Will probably never liveblog this one because I'm watching with a friend (if you read this you're the best thank you for putting up with me and my crazy lol) and so we mostly talk to each other during. :D Never done that before and I have to say it's already a blast.
So now that I am slightly more coherent and not just flailing about making high pitched sounds and flapping my hands (I believe I can fly) here's how I feel about our characters and their relationshipsI re:
Characters (Most to Least Fave atm)
Sand: As expected, I adore him. He's so tough but such a marshmallow underneath, I worry because it looks like he's signing himself up to get his heard trampled, and much as I enjoy First's tears (me and all of GMMTV I think), I just hate knowing that he's gonna be going through it, haha. Sand protector indeed. Heartbreak sucks and he's gonna feel it firsthand here. I really enjoy how irritated he is 90% of the time but I am worried that Ray of all people is gonna be his bi awakening. Please BL Jesus no. Also I hope he keeps his backbone because one thing I can't stand is a character who gets spineless the second they fall in love. Also please don't make him sing anymore I adore him but a singer he is not. He really does have the look though. Impeccable vibes.
Boston: Second fave right now, also as expected. I just love his slutty, slutty ass. Love that he mixed business with pleasure to mess around with Top again and instead he has to deal with Top setting his sights on Mew. Love that he's hooking up with everyone, no wonder Neo was like "I never have any clothes on" lol. Whether or not he cares about Top as a person, he is definitely feeling some kind of way about Top not wanting a repeat of their hookup (and Top has already told him this. Boston, babe. Either you are smitten or you are just that much of a narcissistic asshole. Could go either way really). I adore him and every ridiculous bone in his body. If they want to bring in a new dude every episode for him to go at it with I would not say nay.
Chueam: I knew she'd be high up on the list because Lookjun, but I would like April to appear please. I love how encouraging she is towards the whole TopMew thing, and girl, I feel you on the "have some fun, get laid, he's hot" thing. Lesbians next ep please
Mew: First surprise for me. I adore this guy. Adore him. He knows exactly what he's worth and he's paying attention, my guys - he clocked Top pretty fast so you can't tell me he's not fully aware of both Boston's and Ray's feelings (still loathe the idea of a RayMew endgame but mostly because the Ray of it all, lol). He's pretty and quiet and doesn't like to party like his friends so everyone assumes he's this naive dumbass (and I mean everyone - I think from Top to Ray to Boston to Chueam they all see him much the same) who doesn't know what he's about, and yet he keeps showing (not telling, this is Jojo at work and I love him for it) that he really, really isn't. Top is going down, my guys. Mew is gonna wreck this man so hard that he's not going to know which way is up and I for one am here to see it go down. If he makes out with Sand a little about it I wouldn't complain (I know, but hey. I can dream).
Nick: I admire a dude who will put a thirst pic on another dude's phone as a come on. I appreciate that he knows what he wants and he's going for it, and I anticipate he's gonna go full on crazy in a way no one expects when things start to go bad with Mr. Boston, and I am fully seated and waiting with the biggest of grins on my face.
Ray: I knew he would be awful, and I am so so happy! I can't tell you how pleased I am right now - he's awful! The way he grabbed Sand's face like he was a prize dog at a show and not a person
(exhibit A)
was pitch perfect, I hate his guts (mostly affectionate). And yeah yeah deep-seated insecurities and probably daddy issues blah blah I don't care. I'm nine thousand percent positive he's only going to get worse and I am here for it. I do like that we can already see exactly how needy he is - he's going to be so needy and I fully expect him to lash out the second he feels like he's needed in return because he's so used to taking, I want to see him and Sand really go at it once Sand gets fed up with the bottomless black hole of need he clearly is (please Sand get fed up with it), especially since it's clear that the only person he's willing to give concessions to is Mew. I desperately want Sand to wreck him but well. I also highly doubt it'll happen. We'll see. I fully expect that I will hate him for real at some point (it's on my bingo card) but if anyone can drag me around to loving him in the end it's Khaotung. Hopefully there's growth in store for him, else he'll get boring very quickly.
Top: Ah, Top. SO OTT that you know he absolutely doesn't mean it. WHen he grabbed that mic I was so terrified. I can barely handle whateverthehell First was doing I can't do Force as well. Please don't put me through it I will cry. He's just...not my favorite. Yes he's a playboy and yes he's gonna say a lot of playboy things and I honestly can't wait to see Mew destroy him.
Relationships (most to least fave)
Currently, I want to know what is up with Top and Sand so badly that it is painful. I desperately want them to be bitter exes but my real guess is that Top fucked around with someone Sand cares about and he hates him good for it, while Top has no clue who Sand even is. My first guess is a relative but could just be a close friend. Sand hates him though, and I love it. I want them to angrily make out about it.
MewTop has me in a chokehold right now, completely unexpectedly. I am not a ForceBook fan - they were cute in Enchante but I had not time for ABAAB so I expected they'd be meh to me. Not so. I'm obsessed. I can't wait to see them implode and for Mew to go full crazy.
BostonNIck: Again, I just think Nick is gonna go off in a way no one expects. It's always the sweet, quiet ones (see: Mew, even though I don't actually think he's all that sweet really).
RaySand: I like their antagonistic thing but I'm really incredibly not here for Ray being Sand's first bi experience, although I think it would make sense for Sand, who is way sweeter than his tough exterior implies (compare this with Mew, who has the sweetest of exteriors but I suspect could easily cut a bitch and not even flinch), to fall head over heels for the first guy who comes along and rocks his world (and whatever else you can say about Ray - and I'm sure I at least will - I'd bet cash money he is very very good in bed). This was honestly the one I thought would have me in a chokehold in spite of myself so I'm surprised to be less invested in it than I am the other two right now. I assume once the angst really kicks in though it'll get me even though I'd rather it not, because the one thing that will always be true about me is I love angst.
Also I was today years old when I discovered that some people think that First and Khaotung have no chemistry. This bluescreened my brain for a good five seconds, lol. Send help.
In conclusion
I really liked the ep. It gave good set up and a good foundation for all the mess that we know is to come, also I lost the betting pool on who Boston was messing around with in the trailer (I hoped Ray, guessed Papang, was blindsided by Drake). I would love to chat about this with any and everyone. because I don't want to annoy my watch buddy too much and yet I am already obsessed and fear I might. I'd apologize for the person I am about to become but well, I'm not really sorry. 😊
I am also very much looking forward to the meta that is going to come out of people much smarter (and less prone to making silly jokes) than me.
Only Friends Era let's goooo!
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OKAY OKAY OKAY.
I know I haven't made a whole "my thoughts on -insert star trek episode here- for a while [I've been so busy and surprisingly to me doing a sport for two weeks straight will murder any energy I have]
BUT THIS WEEK WAS THE SNW SEASON 2 FINALE AND I COULDN'T NOT TALK ABOUT IT.
FIRSTLY. Chapel, babes. GET THE FUCK OVER SPOCK HOLY FUCK. Spock, babygirl, GET THE FUCK OVER CHAPEL. You two are not soulmates, you will never be soulmates. I am tired of watching you two hold hands and look in each other's eyes while you could be GOING BACK TO THE SHIP HOLY FUCK MOVE.
SECONDLY. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! The Gorn are shown to be a highly advanced society capable of fucking WARP. What the actual fuck is SNW doing trying to push a "they're monsters that eat humans and babies" narrative. YOU MURDERED A CHILD. NO FUCKING WONDER THE GORN HATE YOU.
THIRDLY. Batel and Pike are kinda cute together I can see how they're meant to be together. Kinda weak making Batel get bitten by a Gorn but go off SNW- make some decisions. Would've been way fucking cooler to have Batel get into more action without getting bitten just so Pike can have some sad man moments. But what do I know? I'm not even out of high school, I cannot possibly fathom what is going on in these people's minds.
SPEAKING OF WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THESE PEOPLE'S MINDS- WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIPPITY FLAPPING FUCKING HELL ARE Y'ALL DOING ON A COVERT MISSION WITH SEVENTEEN MILLION LIGHTS ON YOU. THE COLONY IS BURNING AROUND Y'ALL- THAT'S ENOUGH LIGHT HOLY FUCKING SHIT IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE SEEN BY THE LIZARDS WHO YOU DECIDED ARE CANONICALLY SENSITIVE TO LIGHT DON'T WEAR FUCKING LIGHTS.
Also Chapel uselessly looking out the window to stare at the Enterprise was so fucking stupid. I get her flashlight didn't work but also like- she had an HOUR until she ran out of oxygen/life support. Where is the hustle? Personally I would be having an actual legit panic attack as I searched for a spacesuit and extra flashlight instead of just staring at the Enterprise and calling Spock's name.
ALSO [In my opinion that means nothing] THE "TO BE CONTINUED" SCREEN FUCKING SUCKED. The ending was not satisfying at all in an "I wanna see more!" kinda way. It was more of a "LET THIS "ADVENTURE" FUCKING END" kinda way.
In my opinion the only thing that saved this episode was Scotty, my role model and the biggest reason why I wanna do aerospace engineering. That man was amazing and stole the show for me, every single time we had to cut away to see Spock and Chapel be annoying I just wished I could see Scotty again. He was so fucking cool and so fucking nerdy and just the coolest man ever.
Speaking of introducing legacy characters: next season they have to bring in Bones McCoy. And I guarantee it's gonna be top-tier because SNW seems hellbent on just ruining Spock and Chapel atm. But if they touch the grumpy country doctor and don't give him and Spock the stupidest yet so in character reason for them to just start bickering like two old woman at the bazaar I will riot.
All in all- a "what the fuck was that" episode. Loved Uhura, Pelia, Scotty and everyone else but Spock and Chapel. Their actors I have no ill will towards [I think they're both super cool and I'd love to meet them someday] but I just cannot actually stand their characters in scenes together. That's just me tho!!
#star trek#spock#strange new worlds#star trek snw#scotty#montgomery scott#snw chapel#snw spock#snw spoilers#snw#st snw#star trek strange new worlds#strange new worlds spoilers#ALSO SCOTTY SAID “LIEUTENANT” LIKE HOW I PRONOUNCE IT#Which is “left-tenant”#and that made me love him more#I am actually kinda mad that the gorn are so animalistic now#cause it seems that all valid aliens have to be humanoid now#like are intelligent lizards capable of warp too cool to delve deeper into??#or is the only way the plot can be considered “cool” is if they have to fight animals that happen to be smart#the writing has been really hit or miss for me this season ngl#but i still love this series#not enough strange new worlds though#the name is quite the misnomer lmao#also i really hope they bring in bones for season 3 just so we can collect the TOS crew like Pokemon#cause i believe we have everyone but Sulu Bones and Chekov#and I also gotta see who they bring in for Bones#and how they decide to throw him on the enterprise#cause like kirk it's gonna be hard to explain why tf he's there if he's supposed to off doing doctor shit elsewhere
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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]
tagged by @findusinaweek - Thank you my dear 🤍
How many works do you have on AO3? 16 atm
What is your AO3 word count? 451,021 words
What fandoms do you write for? Assassin's Creed Odyssey & Valhalla, Stardew Valley, Ancient History & Historical RPF, Thucydides' History of the Peloponnesian War (Yes, I insist this is a true fandom lol), and Hades game (though they aren't on AO3 atm). Oh, I also wrote a AC Syndicate fic ages ago which I still have somewhere.
What are your top five fics by kudos? Snatched Moments (ACV); The Warmth of Home (ACO); Another Turn Around the Wheel (Stardew); Unfinished Business (ACO); and The Gods Only Know (ACV).
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely. I know exactly how hard it can be to leave comments, and I think it's important to acknowledge that - from the single love heart to the genuinely long comments (like several paragraphs) - I want to show my appreciation. Also, I get loads of historical questions, and I'm always so excited to answer those.
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Rising to the Surface, hands down... Though come to think of it, The Good Spartan is a close second.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of them end well, but I think my current fic is going to be the most traditionally happily ever after... probably. If not, then Another Kind of Odyssey wins.
Do you get hate on fics? Not really - though I've had the ol' 'You owe me an ending, I read this far!' before.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, mlm mostly; but I don't think I'm particularly good at it, so the story really has to demand it for me to go there.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I mean, technically The Good Spartan is a Thucydides/Odyssey crossover, favouring Thucydides - but unless trying to make a game which is almost entirely historically inaccurate [affectionate] into something accurate is crazy... which yeah, now that I write that, I think it probably is :D
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.
Have you ever had a fic translated? No.
Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No - I have tried writing collaboratively in non-fic projects, but it's not for me.
What's your all-time favourite ship? I could not possibly choose one.
What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? Crawling Kingsnake, my Hades game fic. I really like what I have so far, but my brain has moved on and I can't see myself getting back into that mindframe again.
What are your writing strengths? So just from what others have said of my writing, off the top of my head, I'm good at: conveying a lot of information clearly and succinctly; drawing out the signficance of small everyday moments; writing non-conformist characters and *waves a hand vaguely* the historical stuff.
What are your writing weaknesses? I have a penchant for interiority in my characters that I have to fight against, or there would be far too much thinking in every chapter. I use 'in a moment' so much I have to do a word search every time and remove a billion instances where it's not necessary; and I don't use contractions naturally, so editing is a lot of fixing that.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I mean, I'd do it if I could, but my language skills don't stretch that far. More broadly, I'm fine with it in other work if a translation is provided .
First fandom you wrote for? Assassin's Creed Odyssey technically, if we're talking knowing it was fanfic as I was writing it; though back when I was 6 I wrote a story heavily inspired by Gone with the Wind so... Gone with the Wind, I guess. (Or LOTR when I was in my teens...)
Favourite fic you've ever written? The Good Spartan and Shadow-Twin, maybe?
Tags with zero pressure @krankittoeleven (you knew it was coming lol) @ainulindaelynn @myriath @merelyafigment @softest-punk and anyone else who might want to jump in 🤍
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Hi hi hi! So I'm kinda in love with your Jack x reader fic, I'm especially impressed with how in-character you keep him. I know you find soft!Jack to be a little difficult to write for, but your headcanons on that are just 👌*chefs kiss*, tbh. More on that, I've been playing around with the idea of a childhood friend s/o. Just somebody who's completely used to him being how he is and doesn't shy away from it. Do you think he would feel more comfortable to be soft around them or what? Or just any thoughts you have on the dynamic tbh! Thanks!
So sorry for not posting in.. so long!! Been in a slump!! BUT!! I wanted to give my take on this!! (Not necessarily headcanon formatted but!!)
Tbh yeah, he would be a little soft on them? But you also have to take into consideration his metaphorical growth as a person. I am big and heavy on the idea that Jack believes “Little Jack” is dead, as he says, and basically all from that horrible part of his childhood is gone. The traveling wagon shows, his family owned brand is now HIS brand, etc. he may associate you/the friend with bad memories due to it (or may have bad association if the friend is magical in some aspect). A general jealousy thing!
But it would he a case of “well I sort of knew you so now your basically a mutual. Due to what we were through we are strangers with memories, and i don’t Automatically hate you” but it would just be general respect. If any of his childhood is brought up he tries to shut that train of thought down real quick unless its to gloat. If your mentioning any of the parts he deemed to have cut out he is quick to remind you that he isnt like that anymore. Even talk about his personal life is dismissed (but he exaggerates it to fuck with you. He’s a gloating bastard, but hes not an idiot. all this “Useless crap like that” lines is basically fishing for a reaction, he LIKES taunting and being an arrogant asshole, it makes him feel powerful)
Though the biggest thing with Jack, and it is apparent by the s/o being completely used to this, is to not give him that power. No reaction? Not giving what he wants? Hes quick to deflate. In the movie Puss is talking him up like he’s the scariest monster in the movie (“this is why you dont cross Jack Horner!” “Robbing from big Jack Horner? Tsk tsk, very risky.”) but thats what makes him ‘scary’ is this persona he is built. He isnt magic. He is just a guy who owns a PIE FACTORY. Deflating makes him prone to being a little more vulnerable and open by proxy, and its not something he does on purpose by any means. Though it’s a case of you need to sort of make him falter before you can see genuine feeling come from him, and with most shipping situations that wall is hard to break but due to the closeness the s/o and Jack shared… it would break easier.
It would definitely lead to more personal talks, especially if the s/o experienced it first hand way back when. Jack doesnt need to inflate his backstory, they already know it, and especially if he tried but they corrected him? He wouldnt really try lying about it again unless it was minute details. Maybe in this he would let them be more touchy, too. The opportunity to play with Jack’s hair? Sign me up 😳
Sorry this was formatted so weird I just sorta rambled!! And like stated sorry I completely disappeared im going through some busy life stuff atm and kinda not on a lot of social media <3 but I’ll be back, and hopefully with an updated chapter!!!
#big jack horner#jack horner#big jack horner x reader#jack horner x reader#puss in boots#puss in boots the last wish#pib the last wish#puss in boots: the last wish#big jack horner x oc#jack horner x oc
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hello! I’ve got two little things i wanna tell you! (if you don’t mind LMAO)
okay so 1. i’ve been talking to the guy a bit, and since our schedules are so busy we haven’t gotten the chance to see each other since those seminars in like january/february, HOWEVER he was saying that he missed me and would like to meet up sometime soon! he also mentioned that he wanted to ask me out to lunch during one of those seminar days (there was a like 45 minute lunch break during the day, and a bunch of restaurants/take out places nearby). but then he didn’t because the both of us were busy with like homework/studying as well as like making sure to do the assignments given (i don’t think seminar is the right term but it’s still the only one i can think of rn!!)
ANYWAYS the second i kinda just need a less biased perspective i think???
so i think I’ve mentioned the girl who keeps complaining about her mom to me. so basically, she STILL DOES THAT! even tho I’ve literally asked her to stop. And she’s genuinely so mean! like she’ll literally grab things (mainly food or drinks) FROM YOUR HANDS. or go up to people (that she barley talks to!!) and literally goes “gimme” when they’re eating something she has. like personally i find it SOOO RUDE. and then today, i was standing, talking to one of my friends while drinking a coffee. this girl WALKED BY ME AND TRIED TO TAKE IT. and when i told her no, she called me a bitch 😭. but like ms girl knows how much i hate sharing drinks???? and its not like she can’t afford it bc she definitely can. ALSO THE MANNERS??? Like it’s so clear we were raised differently.
and then she’s also saying how after the term’s over she’ll have to move in with her mom rather than her dad (just cause of circumstances) and i understand that they may not have the best relationship (they argue a ton) but it really fucking hurts. and I’ve told her this!! and she still does it!!! and then when i tried telling her again she was like i know! (and then proceeded to keep talking about how much she hates her mom). And i swear id be there for her but like it’s every time i see her. It’s exhausting.
and man I’ve tried so hard to cut her off BUT SHE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE. idk i think im just very mad with her atm but like i really don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve spoken to one of our other friends, and she agrees with me!
anyways thank you for listening (reading) my rant 😭
-🦋
1.) YAAAS. GET THE BOY. WE STAN HIM!!!!!!
2.) if u don't ghost that cunt in real time i'll hate you. nah, jk, i've been there before. honestly, the ONLY way to get those types of people out of your life is to not hide the distain anymore.
texting you? ignore it. leave her on read.
she comes up to you and takes your shit? roll your eyes and make a comment about how you should've expected it.
you see what i'm saying? treat her how she treats you. i bet you it'll work.
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8/6/24
8:51 a.m
I slept fine and fell asleep fast. I had anxiety but I still fell asleep fast. I had anxiety about my rapid eye movement again. But it's whatever I knocked out. That's always going to be a thing.
I mean I took a xanax from a different batch but I dont think it was that. I think it was because I did a lot of stuff all day and kept myself busy. I also didn't have a red bull.
It's annoying tbh bc I should be able to have 2 red Bulls and game all day and fall asleep easily. I don't get it.
Today I mean I have phone calls. I have Mike at 11. I may go to the attic and make a couple of those bins but idk. I want to shower before Mike and get it off my list. I may just hold off on that. I have laundry on the list but I hate laundry. Idk I'll prob do it. I got to go grocery shopping either tomorrow or Thursday but im trying to save money and not go more than once a week atm.... I won't need protien bars but I'm still going to spend a decent amount... which is why I'm trying to go once a week.
I had a really scary dream. I was in a hotel with a serial killer who I knew and he was dismembering mostly women. But he would dismember men too. He had women who were just torsos. And he would collect them and then just dismember them.
I wanted to get away from him and I got into my car which wasn't my car and I drove to the mall. I was hiding from him with some girl he was going to dismember. And I was staying at a room in the mall like a hotel room. He found us. Idk why he hadn't dismembered me before I left the hotel and got to the mall.
When he found us we ran. He broke into our hotel room at the mall.
I feel like the dream ended there. I never got dismembered I don't think the girl i was with did either but I have no recollection of who she was and if she was important to me or just someone I was saving.
I don't know what it means. I'm going to look into it.
It does remind me of the dream I had where i was at an airport and then I saw Elise and her husband and her husband left us alone and then the air port police chased us down and we ran in opposite directions. They chased us down bc we used to be therapist and client.
I worked there and the air plane would fly over these high elevation snow mountains. People would fall off all the time and land on these snow mountains and snow would hit the window as the plane pulled up and me and my dad and the polit went on a rescue mission and dad and the pilot left me on a snowy mountain and I saw a hand sticking out of the snow and I went to grab it and it was frozen and no one was attached to it.
I remember as part of that dream after me and Elise met up and got chased. We met there again and it was kinda uneventful. She eventually left and I stopped thinking about her. It was like once we reconnected and talked and I accepted she was married and she had no feelings for me (which I already have in real life) but in this dream then she didn't exist to me anymore. As I reached for that frozen hand and everything after we met up and talked, she wasn't a thought..it was like all I needed from her was closure.
But yea. Idk why the serial killer dream reminds me of that dream. I mean that dream was really vivid. So vivid I can still see it. I mean the one I had last night was too.
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Dora Milaje
currently fighting off the urge to doomscroll - which is basically a metaphoric way to escape my reality which is too much sadness for me to bear atm. failure is hitting hard, PMS misery is hitting hard. I hate that I can't stick to goals I set up for myself, I hate how I can't seem to get myself to work on things that are actually in my best interest. and things that I actually enjoy doing but somehow I can't seem to? I know how all of these things make me happy, and yet I'm always self sabotaging and it's just...so much disappointment. me, disappointing myself, week after week, getting stuck in vicious cycles I can't seem to break, constantly battling self loathing and the impending doom of failure. I just <throws hands up in the air> I can't even just sit here and scream save me - because that's victim mentality, and I'm the only one who can help myself but ok buddy but what if I can't???
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back after finishing The Wildlings - 'twas a decent read, a little childish. i'll give it points for creativity - it was fun to pretend like i'm inside the minds of animals, and the overall premise was simple and engaging. the characters were very lovable but also slightly trope-y: powerful young protegee with no control over her powers, all-knowing heroine who dies in battle, curious mischief-maker, motherly warrior. it was a good light read overall.
after i was done with the book friends kept me company - it turned into a surprisingly social day - and although i wasn't exactly in the mood for it, and didn't go looking for it, in the end i'm glad it happened because it kept me from losing my mind.
new day, renewed determination, and possibly new perspective?
[] morning walk/run or yoga x6/w
[] evening wxo x6/w
i have to admit, my life is kinda too busy at the moment to really fit both of these in comfortably. if i'm really being honest with myself, i've taken on two physical activities because i feel like i need to justify eating 1400 cal vs the 1200 diet i was on before. the rational part of me is aware that, most sources say that 1200 is too little to maintain sustainably and it's too restrictive to contribute to building a healthy food relationship. but the irrational side of me is so focused on "lose fat asap" that it's often fear that's driving my choice to double wxo more than anything else.
apart from that, it actually really does feel good to clock in these two sessions. i love the post-walk/yoga clarity in the morning. the few hours i have studied in the past couple of days have been in this time. and my evening workouts are strength based - which i also love doing.
the logical thing to do does seem like skipping on one of these to free up more study hours, but i - and this is the part of me that just enjoys these talking - don't want to miss out on either. so, these stay. but remember my 80% = success rule? it's the fear of gaining weight part of me that makes missing out on these wxos weigh heavy on me, even if i've achieved that 80%. that's the part of me causing me all the misery the next day - and i want to hug it and say, bruh 80% is 80% ok? we don't do special priority goals in this game. --- i should name this part of me. the fat-phobic-part, she's the one who's borne the brunt of fat girl insults, cursing her body for not looking like society tells it to, binged till her stomach could burst and then stuck her fingers down her throat to purge her "sins". she's also the one who's stood up against fat shamers, whether the subject was me or a friend. she's been through so much hurt and self-hate and neglect, and she's just doing her best to protect me from having to deal with this all over again. i'd like to hug her and name her my Dora Milaje - not because i'm a Black Panther fan, but because the name is pretty and the idea of a fearsome female protector is v cool.
[] [] [] 1 raw veggie or a fruit per meal
this truly makes me happy, and i love how it's expanding my palate. i've actually begun to look through the salad section of restaurant menu more often now - but it's a whole other story that most of our usual hangouts don't do salads. i also actively look for more produce i can eat raw. i love this goal!
the "per meal" bit is kinda restrictive though, because i can't always fish out something for every meal. I do snack on a lot of fruit, so i'm just going to make it a point to do this for 3 random meals.
[] meditate x at least 15min every day
as much as i enjoy meditating, i haven't been doing this consistently enough mostly because i don't really know when exactly in my day to fit this in? my mornings seem rushed enough with the new morning wxo, making breakfast and being in a rush to start studying. my evenings are unpredictable. afternoons are dozy - but that does seem like my best option. ig i have to decide on a fixed time for this, so...post lunch nap is what i'll go with. it might even help with the afternoon slump that makes studying so abhorrent.
[] breathwork x9min every day ok so this is not really a me thing, is what i've realised. i'm switching this one out for brushing every night because, sadly, i've fallen out of the habit of doing so.
[] 30min of reading or any form of self-expression/day it breaks my heart to score this off, but then i tell myself i'm just being a drama queen because, if i really want to, i can carve out time for this at some point. it's getting kicked off the list because i have to prioritise right at this point, and i think it would be way more beneficial for me to add a study related goal.
since i prefer not-so-rigid structures, i've been thinking - what if make my goal "study 42 hours/w"? so it's up to me how any hours i net in a day, and if i finish these 42 hours with a day to spare in a week, well, that's a well earned break! i don't know how well this will pan out because my current study-avoidance runs deeper than just lack of motivation, and yeah - let's get into that in another post.
also, the afternoon slump is seriously affecting my productivity. i just have to make peace with it, and open up more hours for myself in the evening to get work done. i'm going to push my evening wxo time to 7 pm. that's right i've said it, Dora Milaje. she's the one who pushes me to get on the mat by 4 pm because she's scared i'll miss my workout if unexpected social plans come up in the evening (the "unexpected" is so often now, that they might as well be expected).
[] progress picture/day
i want to redefine what i mean by "progress picture" - until now, it was that typical mirror selfie of my body i was going with. but i've been thinking - is that really the progress i'm tracking? photographing my body in the hopes that i'll get to watch it transition into a societally deemed "pretty" is not the progress i'm looking for. it's about all the things on my vision board - which are an encapsulation of things that make me happy, things that push me to grow and teach me, and make my life feel like a fulfilled one. so anything i photograph (like the ones i've been sharing here so far), count as progress pictures to me.
[] 2.5L of water/day
easy enough again.
[] 1400cal x6/week well this is a tricky one.
my main challenge here is how often we eat out. it's this habit we've fallen into, honestly - come evening and there's always one of us who wants to eat out. or a friend to hang out with. or an incredibly busy, tiring day that makes cooking seem impossible. i kid you not, since 2024 has started, we've eaten dinner at home a grand total of 5 times so far.
there's also - why can't i eat out and still be in my calorie budget? - and i think this comes down to feni and dessert, because our usual haunts serve pretty homely food, save one.
it does seem like i have to make some pretty conscious choices here - to skip on the feni and desserts at least. and of course, eat home cooked dinners more often. this is honestly the hardest chain to break only for the first 3 days - once i get through day 3, it does become much easier.
with my daily TDEE being in the 1800-1900 range, 1400 is a decent intake. it keeps me energetic enough and a satisfied full.
[] no media consumption (one movie/d allowed)
this is gold. 4 days into PMS and the possibilities of satisfying ways to spend my time seem endless once i've deleted options that involve gluing myself to a screen. my brain hasn't felt like a sewer in the past 4 days!
so, 75 soft revamped - we start again tomorrow. a Monday. maybe third time's the charm?
[] morning walk/run or yoga x6/w
[] meditate x at least 15min every afternoon
[] study 42h/w
[] evening wxo x6/w
[] [] [] 1 raw veggie or a fruit x3 meals
[] 1400cal x6/week
[] progress picture/day x6/w
[] 2.5L of water/day
[] brush before bed
[] no media consumption (one movie/d allowed) - for freezes and PMS days
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This shit is fake bby!!!
Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.
I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care
First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.
Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content
So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.
1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?
2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?
3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.
Moving on
Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.
Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.
Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about
The patriarchy
Privilege
Socialism
No more personal responsibility(?)
The... nature of power in society(??)
How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.
On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.
Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on
Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.
I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.
I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.
Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.
Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!
Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one
Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..
These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.
But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:
1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.
And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.
And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"
Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.
However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.
Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone
Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.
#iasip#s15 spoilers#oy vey.....#they could also be written by a reddit fan who is too much of a pussy to just write fanfic but that seems kinda unlikely?#cause 1. itll be disproven so everyone will know u just... wrote weird fanfic#and 2. there are a lot of little details that are so random that even if this is a fan just messing with people.... why put in so much effo#wahtever im pressing post#actually tho what gge fuck is that priest line supposed to imply#i guess for mac it could be talking about his view that god smites enemies and u must fear him blah blah#i jus don't know what it was supposed to imply about gus!!!#bc they describe gus like he is fat mac with healthy views on the bible which :]#then that last line just gives me whiplash what does that mean!!
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It’s Missing Rowan Hours
hello, me again with yet another rowaelin fanfic bc i have nothing else to do atm lol. it’s on my ao3 under the name of novicewriter94 but again, putting it on here for those that might not use ao3.
Not appropriate for under 18s. It's also N S F W.
4189 words.
I'm having a very boring weekend, so to make it not so boring I decided to write Rowaelin smut.
Also, I use the word testes again like I did in my EoS fanfic, bc I still hate the word balls, it's literally the unsexiest word to me and I know testes isn't any better, but seriously, I just hate the word balls lol.As always, there's fluff at the end, bc I just love Rowaelin fluff. Enjoy!
Aelin was lounging on her bed, barely paying attention to the book in her hands. Before she grabbed the book, she had sharpened one of the manner daggers that she had, just to pass the time.
She knew that there were new guard recruits and that Rowan personally liked to oversee their skills, but surely it wasn't going to be doing that all night? It was all ready past nine thirty and she was ready for sleep after the long day she had, but the nightgown she had paid the castle seamstress to make was in the antechamber in a pretty box when Aelin finished her dinner with the Lords and Ladies of Terrasen, and she had been wearing it for the last forty-five minutes, waiting for her mate to arrive, to see her in the one of many nightgowns that was being made for her.
The nightgown in question was a pretty shade of amethyst and made of gossamer, barely brushing her mid-thigh and showed everything. The colour suited her well, the seamstress knowing exactly what best suited Aelin.
If Rowan wasn't here in five minutes, she was going to put on something else and go to bed. It had been weeks since she and Rowan had sex; the last time being in a linen cupboard that was over far too soon for her liking, but they had been so busy these last seven months since the war ended that ten minutes in a linen cupboard was all the time they had.
It was particularly hard not to jump him when he was with her when greeting foreign guests, when he looked so handsome in his crown and painfully selected clothes. When his hand that rested against her back slipped down to her behind and he gave her a playful squeeze, telling her that he wanted her too through touch alone, and would slowly drag his hand back to rest respectfully against the curve of her lower spine.
She loved the cuddles that usually ended her day and the sleepy talks that they had, and her relationship with Rowan wasn't just about the sex, but she missed that connection with him and while the quick moments in cupboards were good, she wanted more than that. Wanted to feel skin on skin and run her fingers through his hair and the lazy kisses they always traded afterwards.
Refocusing on her book, Aelin restarted the chapter that she was stuck on for the third time but soon lost focus again. Sighing, she closed the book and placed it on her nightstand and got out of bed, playing with the end of her braid as she walked over to their walk-in closet.
Maybe she would go to Fenrys's room and retrieve Fleetfoot from him, since Aelin asked him to look after her for the night, her friend happy for the company after the long day he had. But with the smile Fenrys had on his face as he raced with Fleetfoot to his room, she decided against it and went to Rowan's side of the closet (which was much smaller in comparison to hers), ready to grab one of the silk shirts that he owned, when she heard his footfalls in the hall outside their rooms.
Climbing back onto the middle of the bed, her plan forgotten as his pine and snow scent slowly made its way to her, Aelin made herself comfortable as Rowan's footsteps became more pronounced, the door to the antechamber opening and then their chamber doors when Rowan appeared, unlacing his boots by the doors and cracking his toes against the stone floor, the sound reaching Aelin's ears.
“Long day?” she asked, forcing herself not to jump on him like some love sick fool, but it was hard to do so, as he just looked so damned handsome in his dark blue tunic and brown trousers.
“Very,” he said, stretching his arms above his head and turning towards the bathroom. The sounds of running water soon filled the room, heavy splashing accompanying it as Rowan washed his face. He must have been too tired to run a bath. Aelin contemplating going back into the closet to let her mate get some sleep as Rowan finished and started towards the bed, unbuttoning his tunic as he came closer.
Aelin's eyes trailed his movements, wanting those skilled fingers inside of her. He could keep sleep later, she decided.
“Some of the recruits have good skills, but many of them are untested and will need further training,” he said, shrugging off his tunic, his muscles shifting with the movement, causing every thought in Aelin's head to disappear, and chucked it into the dirty laundry basket and finally, finally, turned towards her.
A devious grin made its way to her mouth.
His pine green eyes greedily drunk her in as she turned to lie on her side, propping her head onto a fist as her free hand toyed with the hem of her nightgown. The appreciative growl that escaped his mouth had her blood heating, had her wanting to jump on him wear he stood and have him fuck her against the wall all night.
“That's new,” was all he said, eyes lingering on her breasts. All traces of exhaustion left his body as his eyes moved from her chest to the area between her thighs. Drawing a leg up, Aelin lifted the nightgown up just a little so that he could clearly see where she wanted him to be for the night.
“It is. Do you like it?” the scent of his arousal was obvious to both of them, but Aelin liked to hear him say it.
“Yes.”
“Is that all you have to say, 'yes'?”
“Yes.”
Biting her lip to keep herself from laughing, Aelin moved off from the bed to come stand in front of her husband. “I hope that you'll come up with more words then that, as I am having Esmeralda make more of these gowns for me.”
Rowan's warm hands trailed down her arms, her sides and came to rest on her arse, tracing his fingers up and down, causing goose-pimples to rise on what felt like her entire body. “I'll personally thank Esmeralda tomorrow.”
“I'm sure she'll appreciate that,” was all Aelin could think of to say, lost in the feelings of his calloused fingers teasing her skin, his fingers going all the way to the top to the curve of her rear. She wanted him there too, had told him so a while ago, causing Rowan's knee to almost almost go through their dining table at just the mention of it. They didn't have much time to begin her training for it, but just the touch of his hands on her arse had her wanting to forget the preparation that had to go towards it—but she knew it would be fruitless, that Rowan wouldn't even attempt it—that he wouldn't even entertain the notion of it—until she was truly ready.
It was a smart move, and Rowan was looking out for her, but Gods, it was hard to keep that in mind as he massaged her, his fingers drawing randoms patterns on her skin.
Needing to distract herself, Aelin traced her fingers on Rowan's skin, appreciating the strength of him. Tugging her closer, Rowan brought his mouth onto hers, Aelin sighing happily as she kissed him back, the kisses going from soft and sweet to devouring within moments.
Grabbing at his belt, Aelin unbuckled it quickly as Rowan backed them towards the bed, the back of Aelin's knees hitting the soft mattress as she whipped off his belt and unfastened his pants and dropped them and his undershorts down, kicking them out of the way, freeing his hard length.
Pushing Rowan back just a bit, Aelin dropped to her knees in front of him, and wasting no time, took him into her mouth, her hands resting on his arse as one of Rowan's hands came to rest in her hair, his deep moan echoing throughout the room.
Moaning at the taste of him, Aelin went at the perfect pace she developed some time ago, every so slightly grazing her canines on him, knowing that he loved the feeling of it.
Rowan's grip in her hair tightened as he slowly thrust forward and soon forgot all about going slow as he started to fuck her mouth in earnest, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat each time.
They moved in tandem, only stopping temporarily for Aelin to catch her breath and to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.
This time when they stopped, she gave him a wicked smile and took his testes in her mouth, sucking on them in a way that had Rowan's mind blanking, her calloused hand pumping him roughly. When she let go, Rowan briefly mourned the loss of her warm mouth on the most sensitive part of him, but he soon forgot all about it as she licked the underside of his cock and took him back into her mouth.
Each moan that left Rowan had her growing more aroused and she slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. Rowan's eyes noted the movement and he almost came right there, but he stopped himself just in time.
The lewd sounds that came from her and him had Aelin wanting everyone in the castle to hear it, not at all caring that it wouldn't be queenly at all.
Rowan's movements became urgent as his breathing came out in sharp pants, signalling to Aelin that he was close. Dragging her other hand away from the taut skin of his arse, Aelin fondled his testes, placing just the right amount of pressure that drove Rowan mad.
Her mate moaned her name like it was a prayer, electrifying Aelin's blood at how thoroughly wrecked he sounded. She rubbed her clit faster and she soon found her release, deeply moaning around Rowan's cock.
That was her husband's undoing. With one more hard thrust, Rowan came with a loud 'fuck' dropping from his lips, the tip of Aelin's nose hitting his stomach as she swallowed eagerly.
Moving off him, Aelin smiled up at her mate, enjoying his pleasure filled face. She gave the tip of his cock a sweet kiss and then a lick, because she could, thoroughly enjoying the hiss of pleasure that escaped him.
Gently, Rowan moved away after a moment and brought Aelin back onto her feet, her husband peppering her face with kisses, his thumb tenderly tracing the skin of her throat.
“You're magnificent,” he breathed.
Aelin hummed in satisfaction. “I know.”
Snorting lightly, Rowan placed soft kisses on her swollen lips and laid her back down onto the middle of the bed reverently.
Threading his fingers through her golden hair, they kissed slowly, Rowan needing just a couple of minutes to get his body to centre itself. He could kiss her forever, he decided, and never get sick of the touch and taste of her.
The very fact that he could kiss her whenever was something he would be eternally grateful for. And would show her how grateful for her he was, starting with her neck. Kisses after kisses he planted on her throat, lightly biting her claiming marks that had her moaning, he moved down to her collarbones, her breasts, kissing the swells that were peeking over the fabric.
“I really do like this nightgown,” he said, his hands going to the top of the fabric, ready to rip it off and to have his way with her.
Aelin caught on to what he was doing just before he did. “Don't you dare, Buzzard. Esmeralda worked hard on this.”
Moving his hands down to the hem of it, the nightgown was off in a flash and thrown behind him. And while he had a clear view to everything thanks to the sheer fabric, he much preferred her to be free of any fabric.
Running his hands down her body, Rowan drunk her in before grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide, baring herself to him.
His cock hardened at the sight of her wet and ready for him, Aelin moaning at the hunger that consumed his face. Kissing down her neck and chest again, Rowan took her a nipple in his mouth, tugging and sucking on it while he twisted and pinched the other one in the rough manner that he knew she loved; Aelin moaning harshly at the sensations, the scent of her arousal growing stronger. He swapped breasts and repeated the ministrations, Aelin grinding against him, causing Rowan to almost slip into her, but he moved away, smiling at the grumble that erupted from his wife.
Scraping his teeth over her flesh, Rowan kissed the spots he nipped at and lowered himself where they both wanted him to be, but he kissed her thighs instead, the scent of her stronger here, causing his head to spin, Rowan grabbed her right leg and bit into the soft skin there, taking his free hand and circling her clit.
Aelin cried out his name as he gave her a new claiming mark, her blood better than any wine he ever had, her hand grasping his hair and threading her fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands that had him groaning.
He released her leg, kissed the new bite, and bit her other thigh, his thumb never ceasing its movements, not even when she came again.
Pulling back, he licked his lips and drunk in the sight of her flushed face and wild eyes. His cock ached at the sight of her satisfied face and at the sensation of the sheets underneath him, but he didn't bury himself in her like he wanted to, like he knew she wanted him to.
With one hand grasping a hip, he removed his thumb from her clit, running a finger down the centre of her, the patches of hair there soaked. He ran his finger up and down, enjoying the feel of her.
“Don't tease me,” Aelin moaned, her hand tugging at his hair.
“You tease me all the time,” Rowan said casually, as if his head wasn't between her legs.
“Please,” was all she said. Rowan smirked at the rare show of manners.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, Princess.”
Placing light kisses on her thighs again, Rowan slipped a finger into her the same moment his lips wrapped around her clit, his mate jumping at the touch, her skin overly sensitive.
Moaning at the taste of her, Rowan took his time, twirling his tongue and finger in tandem. After a minute, he added a second finger, Aelin clenching around him.
“Another,” his mate groaned and before he could say anything, she added, “Please.”
Aelin preferred three fingers to two and not one to disappoint her, Rowan added another, curling them to touch that special spot inside of her as he added more pressure to her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her roughly, the sounds that coming out of her body music to his ears.
Her breathing turned ragged, pushing herself against him to take more, more, more to which Rowan did, scraping his teeth against the swollen nub that had her clenching tightly around his fingers as she came, crying his name as he kept his movements going as she climaxed.
After a minute, she calmed and Rowan removed his mouth and fingers, raising above her, locking eyes with her as he sucked his digits clean, almost erupting at the taste of her. His cock was aching to the point that it was becoming uncomfortable.
“Like what you see?” Aelin asked breathlessly as he continued to simply watch her.
Rowan smirked in a purely male fashion that had Aelin wanting to throttle and fuck him at the same time.
“Very much so.”
“Then stop staring and do something about it, before I fall asleep.” Although sleep was the furthest thing in Aelin's mind.
Rowan snorted again, the sound becoming a habit when he was with her. He never made that sound until he was hers.
Placing his hands on her hips, he flipped her over so that her back was facing him. A yelp of surprise fell from her still swollen lips, making Rowan chuckle under his breath. And because he could, and the temptation was too great, Rowan playfully smacked her behind, causing something between a squeak and a laugh to escape her.
“Brute,” she muttered, looking at him over her shoulder, but there was no ire in her tone nor any annoyance or pain on her face, just that same hungry look that he knew was on his.
Moving Aelin so that her back pressed his front, Rowan kissed her neck and finally slid into her, a guttural groan leaving him at how wet she was, how perfect she felt around him. Aelin clenched around him as he buried himself completely, a breathy moan tumbling from her lips.
Rowan wrapped one arm around her breasts, and held onto her help with his free arm. They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the moment together.
Eventually, though, Aelin started to move on him, but since she was so close to him, all she could give were little bumping thrusts that had Rowan chuckling at her attempt.
“Don't laugh at your wife, it's rude,” she said.
“Apologises, wife,” he said, kissing her neck once more.
Aelin opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off when Rowan pulled back until only the head of him remained in her and thrust back in sharply, the hand on his arm around her chest clutching tightly as he started his relentless pounding, the echo of skin on skin overtaking their collective moaning.
Kissing the exposed parts of her neck, Rowan twisted and pinched her nipple like he did earlier, his blood roaring through his veins at the perfect fit of them.
Every thought left his head as he continued to thrust, as he continued placing biting kisses on his mates neck. The whole world around them could fall apart and he wouldn't notice.
"Please," Aelin moaned, although she wasn't sure what, exactly, she was begging for. Rowan moved faster.
Needing more, Aelin moved so that her hands lay flat on the bed, her back arched as she meet Rowan's rough thrusts with her own, with Rowan moaning in appreciation and delight and hunger as he glanced down to where they were joined.
He gripped her hips tightly, throwing his head back as he let himself get lost in the feel of her. How had they gone so long without this? There was no way he could let them go for so long without this after tonight. He hadn't realised how much he missed this until now.
The mating bond between them glowed brightly, with Aelin's emotions pouring into it. Her love, her pleasure, her desire flowing in that space. Rowan gasped at the rawness of it all, pouring his emotions into it, as well.
Gods, he was all ready so close, a harsh groan coming from him, his hips starting to falter as his climax drew near. Shit, he couldn't come before she did. So reaching around, Rowan easily found her clit and rubbed at it roughly, wanting and needing Aelin to come. In all his years, he never let himself get this frantic during sex, but with Aelin, everything was different.
Aelin's walls started to flutter around him, her moans never-ending which turned into a sharp gasp as Rowan pinched her clit, crying at his name as she came, clenching around him almost painfully.
Placing his hand back onto her hips, Rowan pulled her impossibly closer, his thrusts setting a bruising pace for long minutes until he finally let go with a bellow, Aelin's name on his lips, almost indiscernible.
He didn't care if everyone in Orynth heard him, part of him wanted everyone to, so that they all knew that Rowan belonged to Aelin, and that Aelin belonged to him.
For long minutes they stayed like that, but eventually Rowan pulled out, wincing slightly at how tender his cock was. Kissing Aelin's tattoo, he turned her over so that she could lay against the bed, her face and chest a bright red and her eyes a sparkling, vivid blue as she gazed at him lovingly.
“Wait right there,” he said and left the bed, much to her displeasure and much to his own, but he mustered the strength to do so.
On stumbling legs, Rowan went into the bathroom, found a clean cloth and soaked it with warm water, ringing out the excess and went back to bed, handing it over to his wife so that she could clean herself up. Aelin smiled at him softly at the gesture, and quickly disposed of the cloth once she was done.
Gathering her in his arms, Aelin's head resting on his chest, he placed his finger under her chin so that he could look at her and kissed her softly, lazily.
The kisses she loved after sex. One after another, they traded them, Aelin running her fingers up and down his stomach.
“We're having a lazy day tomorrow,” she announced suddenly, a pretty smile coming to life on her lips. “We're just going to stay in here all day.”
“That might not be possible,” Rowan said, causing Aelin to frown, opening her mouth to protest. “I have to go to the market square, since there's a box of chocolates with your name on it. The chocolatier has a new flavour he wants you to try.”
Her answering smile was as bright as her eyes. “What kind of flavour?”
“It's something called ruby chocolate, it's a method that's been around for a short time, but he was finally able to grab a recipe.”
“We'll go in the afternoon,” she said and Rowan nodded, the chocolatier all ready knew that Rowan would appear when he was able to.
They kept kissing until Aelin yawned in his mouth, her eyes drooping with each moment that passed. Keeping her close to him, Rowan yanked the blankets over them and took Aelin's hand in his own, resting it against his heart as Aelin fell into a peaceful sleep, Rowan kissing her forehead goodnight and fell asleep not long afterwards.
X X X X X
In the morning, just before breakfast arrived, they had had sex once again, but this time more slowly and passionately than the night before, with barely any room between them as Rowan buried his head into Aelin's neck, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly.
They ate breakfast in bed, with Aelin stealing bits of his food (he deliberately asked for extra, because this always happened, and although he snarled at her, it was halfheartedly and he didn't mind it at all).
Afterwards, they bathed together, Rowan massaging Aelin's neck and causing her to purr, and he was glad to see the new claiming marks on Aelin's thighs, even though she called him a territorial Fae bastard when she remembered that detail; he simply kissed her cheek and told her that she could repay the favour anytime she wanted—which she did that very night.
And in the afternoon, when they finally decided to get dressed, Rowan held Aelin's hand as they made their way to the market square and to the chocolate shop. The owner, a kind man named Stevan, was more than happy to see the Queen of Terrasen in his store and was beaming with pride when Aelin devoured the ruby chocolate, even offering Rowan a square before she ate it all. He still wasn't a big fan of sweets, but he humoured his wife and ate it, finding it to be not too bad-which delighted not only Aelin, but Stevan as well. They left the store with another box of the pink treats, with another box of her regular favourite kind in Rowan's free hand as they made their way through the market square, both the King and Queen talking to their people.
It was the perfect day, in Aelin's opinion, as she settled in for the night, admiring the new scars on Rowan's inner thighs as she cuddled closer to him. They would have to make more time for days like this, because Aelin never wanted her life to feel like it was on borrowed-time again.
And with that new sense of determination, Aelin climbed on top of Rowan and rode him until they were both exhausted, Aelin sleeping on top of him like he was her own personal mattress. Wrapped in Rowan's arms, Aelin was beyond grateful for every moment she had with him, and how she couldn't wait to see what else their futures held, couldn't wait for the day that they would become parents, even if that reality was years away.
Happy with her future and happy with this very moment, breathing in Rowan's calming scent, Aelin kissed his chest, right atop his heart, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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hii!! i'm in love with your art! is it ok if i request Ribbons with Dimitri? i hope youre doing ok btw uwu
Honestly, my last two weeks were pretty much rock bottom but I am feeling a sense of relief atm since something I’ve been dragging around for years just got resolved. So right now? Doing pretty good actually, thanks, I hope you are healthy and happy as well ♥ Thanks for your request :D
Ribbons - “This hairstyle is so cute for you!... Hm? Oh sorry, the duct tape fabric is muffling your gratitude.”
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The point of no return had long passed you by, leaving you behind at this end of the road that was Dimitri’s love. How had you ended up here? Hadn’t there been any other way this could have gone? Those questions bothered you day in, day out, from sunrise to sunset, and then throughout the night as well.
You wished for an explanation, hoped to get answers by reaching deep inside your memories. Still, alas, it was a vain endeavor, as the only thing you could ever think of was that it must have been your own fault. Truly, you had just wanted to be kind and supportive. Your motives were as pure as the water of a running stream, and yet, they had brought you into the worst possible kind of predicament.
Outside the cave you were hidden away in, war raged. People fled, and soldiers died while you were bound to a chair, waiting silently in the darkness until your captor returned. Every time he left, you were scared he wouldn’t come back. And every time he returned, you wished he hadn’t.
There was nothing human about Dimitri anymore. Whatever had eaten away on him - and you wished to know what it was and even more so how to cure it so he might regain the grip on himself - had made him to something akin to a monster. Every day he touched you with his bloodied hands after coming back from the war he was raging against everyone, sullying you in something akin to a love that only a desensitized humanoid like him could feel. Other days, he simply passed out on the bed of straw he had collected in a corner, leaving you to fight your demons and fears until he woke up.
His voice brought shivers down your spine, and the smell of iron caused a nauseous lump in your throat. Every day, you were hoping that his touch would be gentle, that the tender gestures wouldn’t bruise and wrench you apart, and yet, you found yourself disappointed that this wasn’t the case. Whenever you saw an opportunity to flee, you felt his gaze on your back; the gaze of a predator not too shy to break your legs.
And yet, as painful as it was for you, Dimitri found comfort in your presence.
Even if his touch hurt, when he used a cloth to wash you down, making sure you wouldn’t be bloody when he woke up the next day, he’d smile softly, like a happy boy, glad to assist. He’d tell you gruesome tales as if they were read out of books, and though you couldn’t eat a bite with him near, he was patient in feeding you, even if you made the food fall to the ground in anger.
Those mundane things, paired with the eeriness of the candle-lit cave and the constant feeling of losing all your senses to the lack of stimulation you had aside from Dimitri, were the worst thing of all to you. And you were sure, even death couldn’t have been as cruel as Dimitri was, keeping you as his own little secret, hidden away from anyone as well as his own disturbed mind.
Even though time was a concept now that you couldn’t witness it anymore, you were sure it had been a while that you last saw the outside. It was as apparent as the growth of hair on your head. Back when you had been an active soldier, you didn’t like keeping it as long as it was now. It simply wasn’t sustainable, and frankly, a nuisance. But now, it had long started dropping off your shoulders, and you wondered why you even bothered to entertain the thought of cutting it still.
Clearly, that had something to do with Dimitri’s new obsession with making sure you were prepared. Prepared for what? You wondered that yourself. Not even he could brag with great hair befitting a king, but he was still keen on combing through yours.
At first, he had done it with his fingers. Terrible nails, paired with a non-existent sense of being gentle, caused at least as much hair to be ripped out as it fell out naturally from the stress you were experiencing. What followed was more torture with a comb he picked up from some dead farmers, paired with tears and screams and unhappiness for you both. And yet, he always came back to preening, preparing you for something you might not live long enough for to find out if these conditions went on.
“This hairstyle is so cute for you!” Dimitri chuckled, and you could only guess from all the tugging, and less oily hair slapped to your temples that he was holding back a good batch of it. But what could you say? With your mouth gagged with a miserable piece of cloth that you were clenching between your lips for far too long now, you couldn’t have answered to that even if you had wanted to. Right?
You didn’t realize until the moment it was out that you let out the muffled equivalent to an angry shout, entirely the fault of a mood swing at that moment. Your eyes widened as you felt your voice crack and your throat split painfully inside from the unusual loud utterance.
The pulling at your hair that had continued up to this point stopped, fingers halting their work to put every strand over his hand individually. It went quiet enough in the cave to hear the candle flame flickering, but your own heartbeat shut down any other sound that might have closed in on you. You didn’t just feel it jumping in your chest, but also pounding in your ears the same way it would if you were to ride out into battle and just before it was about to start.
That’s how you always felt; it was a constant battle with Dimitri.
“Hm?” Dimitri questioned as if you had asked him something he didn’t catch while he was so busy pulling out your hairs. “Oh, sorry, the fabric is muffling your gratitude.”
Before you could flinch a muscle, you felt his finger dig between the cloth and your cheek, the strain painfully cutting into the corner of your mouth. But before long, the fabric simply pulled loose, falling into your lap soaked with your spit, pulling strings of saliva with it. Without it, you were free to speak your mind and saved from your jaw unable to close or open properly, and yet, there was nothing you could have said right that moment.
Instead, you shivered uncontrollably as Dimtri grabbed you on both sides of your chin, lifting your face to meet his, cheeks briefly rubbing against each other. You hated it! You wanted all of this to stop! And yet...
“Now, tell me again what you thought, my Love.”
... gripping your chin so tightly...
“You can tell me everything. I adore you. Speak to me. Do it. DO IT!”
... you were scared that one of these days, your body would simply snap from this love he swore to you.
[You can find the prompt list here]
#Dimitri#Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd#Dimitri Blaiddyd#Dimitri Fire Emblem#yandere Dimitri#yandere!dimitri#Fire Emblem Three Houses#Fire Emblem: Three Houses#FE:3H#yandere fire emblem three houses#yandere!fe:3h#yandere fe:3h#Fire Emblem#FE#yandere!Fire Emblem#yandere Fire Emblem#yandere FE#yandere!FE#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW#lovelove prompts
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The Laundromat ~ IRL!Karl Jacobs
Summary: College isn't always exciting but even laundry days could make the front page
Pairing: Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader (preestablished relationship), College AU (kinda, basically Karl and the reader are in college but Karl is still a streamer because I wrote it then realized it didn't make sense later)
This is based on a story about my aunt that I find really cute
Warnings: Swearing, and I'm not sure if I need to TW this but like detergent and soap but it's just fluff
(R/m/n) = roommates name
Requested: Yes No
(Y/n) loved their apartment building, it had everything they needed low noise, affordable, close enough to the campus, their landlord wasn't creepy and most importantly their boyfriend, Karl, lived in the apartment complex across the street. The only thing that (Y/n) hated was that there wasn't an laundry room in the complex itself but there was one walking distance from the complex. (Y/n) couldn't wait to get a house where they didn't have to bring their laundry to a laundromat next to the best ice cream parlor in town especially during this hot summer. (Y/n) was laying in their bed late morning on their phone when they remembered they needed to go grocery shopping as they were out of cereal and that was basically what they and their roommate lived off of. Groaning (Y/n) pulled their self up off the comfort of their bed and headed to the chest of drawers across from them. Opening the middle door and reaching in to grab some black shorts only to find none of them were clean. (Y/n) bent down to grab a pair off of the floor but knew they worked out yesterday and really shouldn't re wear the sweaty shorts. They pulled on a pair of blue shorts that they couldn't wear to classes tomorrow as they were, well blue. That's when they made the decision to go to laundromat.
"Hey (R/m/n), I'm heading to the laundromat where's your laundry bag?" They shouted down the hall to the other bedroom
"Oh here let me grab it," Their roommate yelled back. Soon enough they were handed their roommates ridiculously bright orange laundry bag which was already super heavy. (Y/n) then went to get their navy blue bag adding to the weight.
"Bring me back a strawberry ice cream cone please," (R/m/n) said handing (Y/n) some cash and six quarters. (Y/n) rolled their eyes but was glad because quiet frankly they also wanted some ice cream. They went to grab their keys and the bottle of detergent and headed to their car. The drive was like 3 minutes and the ice cream parlor filled the parking lot as the early summer sun was beaming down on the little corner shops. They popped their trunk and headed into the laundromat just to be met with the hum of mechanics and the cool air conditioning. There were only a few people in the laundromat but it never was too busy as the other complexes near by had their own laundry machines. (Y/n) found two open machines and got out their quarters popping six into the first machine then emptying all the two bags darks and reds into one machine. Then six more quarters into the second machine adding the lights into the other machine. Adding detergent to both machines and starting them up. The low hum began and that left them an hour to get ice cream then throw the loads into dryers. They grabbed their bottle of detergent and headed to the ice cream parlor.
Karl was holding his grey laundry bag in front of the laundry room door that was locked with the words "OUT OF ORDER" in large red letters.
"At least I did my lights yesterday," he said to the emptiness. He threw his laundry bag over his shoulder glad he actually knew where a laundromat was due to his S/O. He sat in his car searching for some loss change to now avail. Deciding there had to be a ATM by a quarter only laundromat and went to the corner shops. The little hope he had to see his S/O faded when he didn't see their car. Karl pushed the door open and was met with the cool air conditioning. To Karl's luck there was an ATM and next to it was a little machine where he could get a one time thing of detergent. He got his coins and detergent and found an empty washing machine. He threw in his load of darks and stared at the machine watching it start to spin, giggling a little bit finding joy in the simple action. Seeing he had around 40 minutes for his clothes to be done he went back to his apartment working on some twitch things.
(Time Skip)
(Y/n) checked their phone seeing their hour was about up they headed back to the laundromat. The three minute drive felt so tedious as they had only been there an hour prior. Pulling into a random parking spot just trying to be in and out as quickly as possible. Pushing open the door and finding their machines done running and ready for them to switch them over to a dryer. Knowing they'd have to be back again anyway they find the need to stay around but as they were pulling out they could have sworn they saw Karl's car but shook it off knowing his apartment had its own laundry room.
As Karl was pulling into the laundromat's parking lot he noticed a familiar car driving past him but it was so fast he couldn't tell so he brushed it off and went to switch over his clothes from the washer to the dryer and headed home.
(Time Skip)
(Y/n) felt a small wave of relief when they got into their car for their last trip to the laundromat. The sun was still shinning and making the cars leather seats hot and damp. Although today felt way too long, it was only around 2:50pm they had enough time to be productive enough. The went into the laundromat noticing that no one was around. The dryers were done and the doors were unlocked and (Y/n) started separating their clothes from (R/m/n)'s clothes. The little bell atop the door rung but (Y/n) didn't look up until they felt hands on their back.
"I thought I saw your car," their boyfriends giggly voice says causing (Y/n) to turn around excitedly giving Karl a hug.
"You scared me Karl!" They shouted, "Wait why are you here?" they asked realizing that he shouldn't be here for his laundry
"Our laundry machines are broken so I had to come here," he said sliding to the machine next to (Y/n)'s machines to start unloading his laundry. Karl unloaded his things much faster than (Y/n) as he had only his lights while (Y/n) had their and their roommates lights and darks. While separating their socks from (R/m/n)'s socks, (Y/n) felt eyes burning holes into their head. They turned to meet eyes with Karl causing them to giggle,
"What are you looking at Karl?" they asked
"You," he responded as if it was not weird in anyway
"Ok," (Y/n) giggled again and before they knew it Karl was leaning in capturing their lips. It was only a quick kiss but sent sparks through their body anyway. PDA wasn't out of the ordinary for the couple so they went on not really giving it any second thought until the next morning when (Y/n)'s breakfast was interrupted by (R/m/n) slamming down that weeks little local college newspaper.
"Look at this!," (R/m/n) shouted "You made the paper!" (Y/n) looked over and low and behold there was a picture of the laundromat security footage when (Y/n) and Karl had kissed the title reading: "Karl Jacobs and (Y/n) (L/n) share a quick kiss in between loads". (Y/n) sent a quick picture of the paper to Karl who responded that he already sent the picture to his streamer friends who say he's got no game. They were ready from a long day of teasing from (R/m/n).
#karl jacobs x reader#mcyt imagine#karl jacobs fluff#karl jacobs imagine#dreamsmp x reader#mcyt x reader
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Could.. Could I request any snippets you'd be willing to share? Or something you want to ramble about? Mom Regalia? Nox Verse? Your new LC Seer? I'm ok physically but emotionally I'm still a little shaky; my roommate and one of my best friends was wrongfully held at gunpoint this evening and I need a bit of a distraction from the fact I could've lost him.
hgffgh Of course! I’m so sorry to hear that happened to him!
Lemme see if I have anything fluffy.... I think all I have is angst rn but I’ll check-.
... (okay I have a REALLY short bit on my Seer LC one-shot, this is literally all I have on it, I’ll check for other things in just a sec but here)
Static and fire danced just below her skin, fury stealing away the pain that usually came with stomping around shelving books. Even if she had been able to feel the pain —and she would later, she was certain—, she would have done it anyway. Because it was either useful activity or closing the shop so she could go scream into her pillow and probably make the neighbors complain about her “smoking habits” again. She took a step off the stepladder, felt her ankle turn, giving underneath her for no reason other than the fact that her joints apparently hated doing what they were supposed to and she clutched the shelves with a curse and regretted leaving her cane behind the counter. That had been a stupid move of hers to be sure.
She was so caught in her own head she didn’t hear the bell tinkle. But she did feel the soft ripple of ozone and old stones that shouldn’t have been possible in her tiny nook of a shop, and she looked up hastily, still cursing and leaning desperately against the shelves in search of the source. The man who peaked around the corner was not the one she expected —that was good, she honestly didn’t know what she’d do if That Man walked into her shop—, and for a moment the two of them stared at each other. Her half on and half off a stepping stool, clutching her bookshelves like a lifeline and in the middle of swearing like a sailor in all her four foot eight inch glory, him in his casual street clothes and what she estimated to be six feet one inch of surprise.
She finished stepping off the stepladder, tested her ankles for a moment before straightening up with a wince and letting go of the shelf, “Welcome to the Second Sight second hand bookshop and cafe. Can I help you?”
The man blinked and stayed where he was, with the shelf halfway shielding him like she might bite, “Yeah, I was looking for a book?”
Cyra bit back in instinctive sarcasm of how she might need a little more clarification than that and instead gestured at the shelves around her, “Well, you’ve come to a likely place then. Do you know the title and author or are you looking to try something new? I have everything organized by genre, then alphabetically by author.”
The man dared to step around the shelf and stop in front of her and Cyra tried not to feel annoyed with how freaking tall he was. It wasn’t his fault that Cyra had inherited all the short genes of her family at once.
...(Next up is Stand Strong! I have brought you hilarity feels and a much longer snippet)
Of course, while out in the city proper and on their way to one of the few favored plotting spots that wasn’t in the Galahdian sector —less chance of Amissa stumbling across them and putting a stop to their ideas that way—, a few of the rougher Insomnian locals identified them as Galahdian. Their scents stunk of fear and disgust as they made the warding signs that were so popular in the lower sectors of Insomnia —signs to ward off evil and unnatural things, like the Galahdians were monsters in human skin to fend off rather than just refugees missing their homes—. Nyx and Crowe, as always, played along, recoiling with low hisses and quiet gurgling snarls and flashes of their teeth —because if they thought the Galahdian sector was home to horrible monsters, the gangs would stay away and leave them alone and that was worth a little public shunning—.
Behind them, Libertus kept his reaction a little more subdued, but still made a show of flinching away and growling in the back of his throat.
Tredd went overboard, shrieking and recoiling into a catlike spring-warp combination that ended with him perched on top of a lamppost in a way that attracted far more attention than Nyx’s and Crowe’s reactions. Because Tredd. He could never do things by halves, even when they weren’t actively trying to get the attention of the Insomnian passersby so much as scare off the superstitious gangsters eyeing them with pale skin and trembling scents. The gangsters hurried away, still making the warding signs, and pedestrians shuffled away from them with fear and uneasy disgust in their scents that made Nyx growl deep in his chest at them —rude, flinging their scents around was bad enough, but they could at least try to mind their own business and not take the side of the obvious gangsters that had just left—.
As they slunk away from the scene, hissing irritably at Tredd for making that much of a scene, none of them were expecting to hear the Marshal’s voice hail them from a nearby storefront, “Kingsglaives. Is there a … problem?”
Nyx startled and Tredd yipped softly, none of them had sensed the Marshal’s presence. After spending their childhoods with Axis and Amissa, being snuck up on like that was extremely rare, and while Nyx knew the Marshal was skilled, he hadn’t thought he was … that…
Nyx could sense that he was not the only one in the group staring as he blurted in Old Galahd, “Mamaí, why are you holding his hand?”
Amissa, their wayward Mamaí, didn’t even bat an eyelash at Nyx’s squawk, just slightly raised the hand in question, dragging the Marshal’s limb up with the motion because their fingers were intertwined, “This? Stealth training. He got curious. He’s a good student too, for an arrogant prodigy Insomnian.” She added that last part in Old Galahdian with an amused twitch of her lips, as if oblivious to how Nyx’s group were staring in a sort of dawning horror. Tredd took a deep whiff of the nearby air, prowled closer to the two until the Marshal stiffened warily and Amissa chuffed scoldingly at him.
Tredd slunk back and hissed, “It’s him,” in Nyx’s ear, just low enough for him, Crowe, and Libertus to hear. Nyx kept staring in a vague sort of horror as Amissa raised an eyebrow, “Stop acting like pups,” she scoffed, “I held your hands during stealth training.”
The Marshal blinked and, to Nyx’s dawning horror, looked amused beneath his solemn mask as he muttered sidelong to Amissa, “So this is your standard training method?”
“You are a unique and special man, Leonis, but not enough to warrant special treatment from me,” Amissa retorted in a bland voice that was betrayed by the way her different colored eyes twinkled in amusement.
The corner of the Marshal’s mouth ticked up and there for just the briefest flicker, Nyx caught it. The faint scent that had begun to linger on Amissa’s clothing. It was from Cor Leonis. The Marshal of the Crownsguard, the Immortal. The one man outside their Pack and their king that Titus had ever offered his throat to, even if only in a particular vicious spar several years ago. Amissa, their Amissa, was being scented by Cor Leonis.
And the worst part was … Nyx didn’t think either of them were aware of it. Or, if the Marshal was aware and doing it intentionally, he wasn’t giving any sign of it. Not physical, not vocal, and not in the tiny wisps of scent Nyx managed to pick up before they were gone again, locked down tight in that way that had made all the Glaive appreciate working with him over the rest of the Crownsguard. Which meant, if the Marshal wasn’t doing it intentionally, then it probably wasn’t just a Pack-scenting.
Astrals above please no.
Amissa narrowed her eyes at the prolonged horrified staring and the Marshal was beginning to tense again, “What’s wrong with you four? If this is about my training non-Pack-.”
Nyx felt Libertus’s hand clamp on the back of his neck in just the right place to make his knees weaken and his angry words die on his tongue —stupid Lib, abusing Nyx’s instincts like that, at least he was doing it to Tredd too—, “Nope, that’s not a problem, Mamaí. We’re just surprised is all. This where you’ve been running off to every weekend?”
A half-blink and a slow relaxing over her shoulders as she started walking, the Marshal falling in step with her far too easily for Nyx’s brain to handle, “Pretty much.” She tilted her head, “I was thinking of starting in on group training in another week or two, if Leonis has no problem with it. Do you want to help? He’ll have better luck against you than he will against Axis.” The Marshal made a low noise of protest that just made Amissa look amused. Nyx felt like he was watching a slow train wreck as pieces began to click together. The easy touching, the oddly relaxed set to the Marshal’s shoulders now that they were moving and he wasn’t being gaped at, the sandwich the Marshal had brought in all those weeks ago —just one of many, if he remembered what the Marshal had said correctly—.
Nyx groaned, “Mamaí,” he couldn’t keep his voice from a whine, “Mamaí please don’t be doing what I think you’re doing.”
She narrowed her eyes, baffled and annoyed, and Lib slapped the back of Nyx’s head and hissed a dark, “We’ll talk later, not in front of him,” then swapped back to a language the Marshal would understand, “Sure, if the Marshal wants to, we’d be happy to help. Hunt Touch to start with? Or are we going straight to Night Raid?”
“Hunt Touch to start with,” she hummed, “no need to throw him into the deep end quite yet.”
“He,” pointed out the Marshal with a tone akin to long-suffering, “is right here and can hear everything. I’m also going to need an explanation on what those training exercises are before anyone starts off with anything.”
... (and since I’m out of snips atm I shall spiral back to a few quick Nox HCs for you, all hail the Nox/Nyx romance!)
-Nyx likes to steal Nox’s shirts. She doesn’t care that she’s actually taller than him so they don’t fit right and kinda show off her middle just a bit, she likes them and its the principle of the thing.
-Nox finds this habit of hers both extremely annoying (those are his shirts!) and extremely hot (yes, okay, he likes seeing his wife in his clothes, sue him).
-Nyx likes to nip during make-outs. Nox has never been able to figure out if its a Nyx thing, an Ulric thing, or an all-out Galahd thing but when they’re getting really into a make-out, Nyx is basically guaranteed to pull away from his lips for a few seconds to nip his jawline and gently run her teeth down his throat and it always, ALWAYS makes his brain go hgfdghgfds.
-He retaliates by twisting his fingers in her hair at the base of her head and lightly squeezing, often steering her head so he can gently kiss the pulse point of her neck, and once he experimentally nipped her back on the earlobe. He could have sworn she purred, but he was a little distracted by the sudden discovery that his wife was strong enough to pick him up and pin him against the wall.
-Nox has actually worn Nyx’s shirts by accident, because Nyx doesn’t go for girly stuff, but instead goes for black with simple designs often picked out from the men’s sections of stores and her shirts always smell really nice and like her so when Nox is operating 80% asleep (read: most mornings) there is a 50/50 chance he’ll snag one of her shirts instead of his and shuffle around in it until he wakes up enough to hear her snickering.
-Nyx likes to play with Nox���s hair. Anytime, any place. His hair is wispier and silkier than hers and she’s almost jealous, but he lets her do basically whatever she wants with it so it’s fine.
-Nox has played with her hair too, but somehow this is much more likely to devolve into a make-out session than when Nyx is playing with Nox’s hair. Neither is sure why.
-Everyone pls picture Nox having an Insecure Moment, probably not long after he realized they had accidentally married, curling up against her and gently trailing kisses up her neck before breathing in her ear, “Let me love you? Please. Please, let me love you.”
-And she knows it’s not a proposition but an honest plea and so she pulls him closer and catches his lips with hers before touching their foreheads together and whispering, “Forever. Forever and more.” I will have no one else. I want you and you don’t have to be afraid of that. I’m not going anywhere.
(Hope this helps @rayearthdudette!)
#SE asks#rayearthdudette asks#Secret Engima Rambles#Melodies and Manuscripts#Nox verse#Stand Strong Verse#Seer LC verse#i hope your friend and roommate is/are okay#I will pray for the both of you
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