#confession 2112

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“In a good show, you're angry at the characters. In a bad show, you're angry at the writers. I don't hate Chloe, Zoe, Luka, Kagami, Lila or Marinette, because none of them are being written consistently and so instead I feel vaguely bad for all of them, like I would a friend who has crappy parents.”

[norel-ravenclaw]

hello I hope not to bother I would like to know do you still take request for ikemen prince ? If yes Can I please have Luke x fem reader nsfw with the prompts 5. Size difference ?

Thank you

have a nice day :D

Size Difference

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: Luke

Genre: Romantic Erotica

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2112

Description: Ohoho @queengiuliettafirstlady do you know what unholy joy you inspired in me with this delicious request? Luke Randolph - size kink? Yes. fucking. please.

WARNINGS: | consensual sexual coercion | fingering | piv | unsafe sex | mxw |

“Let’s get out of here.”

Luke grabs my hand and pulls me along the back wall of the ballroom. I’m mentally exhausted after hours and hours of doing business with nobles, and I know he is too. But now we’ve done all we came to do, and evidently my prince lover is ready to get out of his stiff jacket. I feel the same towards my suffocating corset.

We slip through the doors and rush down the corridor, up the stairs, and practically run to his room. The moment the door is closed and locked behind us, we let out a sigh simultaneously.

I slump against the wall and rub a hand across my aching cheeks. Luke lets out another huff of air, and suddenly, he’s boxing me in.

“Oh! Um, hello,” I squeak, instantly intimidated and turned on by his huge frame in front of me.

He leans his forearms on the wall on either side of my head and bumps his forehead against mine. “Hi.”

We just stand there for a moment in the silent room, our breaths still slightly heavy from our rushed exit.

“Ya know, I was just thinking.” He reaches down and takes my hand in his again, lifting them up together and slowly lacing his large fingers with mine. “Your hands are so small and dainty compared to mine. It kinda… turns me on.”

My heart thumps at his husky voice and provocative words.

“All of you is so small. It makes me want to throw ya around like a rag doll. I get so hungry just looking at ya.” His lips brush my ear, his tongue darting out to play with it, teasing.

I gasp, squirming at the sudden stimulation. “Luke…”

“D’ya like it too? How big I am compared to you?” His kisses roam down my jaw.

Little moans and whimpers escape me. “Y-yes. I don’t know why, but I do. You’re so strong. I… like feeling so helpless with you. It’s nice to… to let go.”

He pulls back, his emerald eyes blazing at my whispered confession. “Then I’m gonna make ya let go tonight like ya never have before.”

Pulling me to his chest for a fierce kiss, he then spins me around, pinning me to the wall while he unlaces my gown.

“Ah! L-Luke…”

He sighs in my ear, hiking the expensive fabric up to my waist, then pulling it over my shoulders. I shiver in the cool air, seeing a blur of green and white fabric in my periphery before his hands are on me again. He grabs my hips, turning me back towards him, and I gasp as he kisses me again.

Our tongues meet and entwine while I unbutton his vest and shirt, his deft fingers unlacing my corset. More clothing falls to the floor.

I let out a little squeak as he hauls me over to the chair in the corner, tugging me close as he sits down. Our lips meet again as he quickly unties his boots, tossing them aside. I’m frozen like a deer in the face of the hungry bear, slave to his whims and strength as he stands, pushing me down in his place. He kneels, kissing my thigh while he works off my shoes. His lips caress my sensitive skin as he undoes the garters holding my stockings.

I’m practically panting at this point. “I thought you usually like it when I keep those on,” I mutter, running my fingers through his hair while he works.

“I do.” His eyes meet mine. “But tonight, I want you completely bare for me.”

His strong arm comes around my waist, hoisting me up into his arms before throwing me down on the bed.

Some deeply instinctual part of me takes over, and I crawl back away from him as he kneels above me. Clearly the action riles him up, and he grabs my ankle, effortlessly pulling me back down towards him. He wastes no time in pulling off my lacy undergarments, and quickly relieves himself of the rest of his own clothes.

Our skin gleams with a faint glow of perspiration in the moonlight. Luke crawls over me, grabbing my wrists in just one hand and pinning them over my head on the pillows. Something like a growl resounds from him.

“Do you have any idea what ya do to me?” His lips crash into mine, and he grabs my thigh, easily pulling it to his hip and opening me up to him. The hand that was pinning mine releases them and rushes to my breast. I arch against him as his fingers squeeze and tease the sensitive swells.

“Mmh…! Luke!” My now freed hands go to tangle in his hair. I mewl as his big hands squeeze and massage the flesh of my chest and thigh. His hardness bumps against my mound, his lips sucking on my nipple. I’m already drowning in the sensations.

A sharp gasp escapes me as his length brushes hard against my throbbing clit. “Ah! L-Luke…!”

“I’m gonna make your little body feel so good. Gonna eat ya whole.”

I whimper as his hand comes down between us, and he plunges a thick finger inside me. Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I hold on tightly as he wastes no time in his ministrations. Quickly, a second finger joins the first, twisting and curling deeper inside than my own fingers could ever reach. My body clenches down hard, and he groans.

“Feel good, yeah?” He takes my other nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. “Ya sure taste good.”

I’m suddenly dizzy with the intense pleasure, my body spasming and bucking wildly beneath my lover’s heavy, muscular body. All I can do is mewl helplessly, his name falling from my lips over and over. The moment his thumb finds my clit, it’s all over. Within thirty seconds, I come hard on his fingers, electric pleasure lancing through me in waves.

“Luke! Gaah!”

He moves up to kiss me, capturing the rest of my sounds with his tongue in my mouth. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Too eager to wait another second, he grabs my other leg, manhandling my body down to align with his. My eyes flick down between us where he positions his thick, raging hard cock at my over sensitive entrance.

He notices, and smirks. “You really like how big I am, don’t ya?” Leaning forward, he starts pushing inside me, spreading me open around his massive girth.

I whimper at the intrusion, the familiar burn having been coded in my body’s instincts to signal anticipation of unbearable pleasure.

He groans, gritting his teeth. “Your tiny body can barely fit me, and yet ya do. God, ya feel so good!” We both gasp as he slowly sinks down to the hilt, filling me up completely.

We freeze there, breathing heavily against each other. His firm body completely covers mine, my softness pressing erotically against his toned angles.

“S-so perfect. So full… Luke you’re so big.” I nuzzle his cheek before pressing my tongue against his lips, inviting him in.

We share a deep, desperate, heated kiss before he finally starts moving. I whine loudly into his mouth, the pleasure of his thick cock dragging at my velvety walls utterly overwhelming. My hips buck against his involuntarily , and through the haze of unbelievable pleasure, I try to match his rhythm.

“That’s it, honey~”

He adjusts his angle as we settle in, and my thighs begin to quiver as he holds them spread wide apart. Every time my hips try to run from the overwhelming sensations, he chases - his large form easily pinning me back down, fucking his cock deeper and making me see stars.

The dark room is filled with erotic sounds as my lover pumps into my soaked hole.

While I’m about to lose my mind from pleasure, he suddenly lifts up, bringing me with him as he turns me onto my side. I shriek in surprise as his cock plunges back inside with my leg over his shoulder. The feeling of being manhandled by him combined with the new spot he’s hitting makes me come undone around him.

Just as a cry starts to leave me, Luke’s big fingers slip into my mouth to muffle the sound. I mewl in ecstasy as he pumps his fingers over my tongue, his hips not letting up their rhythm either.

I shake uncontrollably beneath him as he abuses my sweet spot, drawing out my orgasm.

“That’s it, cum all over me. Give me all of your sweet nectar.”

Looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, I clench hard around him at the sound of his husky voice. The sight of his hair wildly moving over his face, dripping sweat - it’s unreal. I suck more intently on his fingers.

He growls, gripping my calf harder. I hold tightly to the blanket, for dear life really, panting and moaning around his fingers that are clumsily playing with my tongue.

I can feel his hard length twitch inside me, and as those movements increase, he suddenly pulls out again. He drops my leg off his shoulder, roughly grabbing my hips and settling me face down. Breathing hard, he pulls my nearly limp body back towards him, lifting my behind to settle back onto his piercing warmth.

“Agh, L-Luke! I can’t take any more.”

He just laughs. Reaching his hands under me, he plays with my nipples as his muscular thighs push his cock into my spasming core again and again. “Then let me do the work, hm? I can keep going.”

Moving his hands back to my quivering hips, he bodily lifts me back onto him like some sort of sex doll. I moan with every movement as he uses me for his pleasure. Leaning forward, he kisses my shoulders and neck.

Another climax builds and breaks, making me squeeze his massive cock like a vice. He curses and thrusts harder, making the high last and last and last - until I completely break.

My body is sapped of the rest of its strength by his ruthless pumping. All I can do is lie there and drown in the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim, stuffed over and over.

Finally, he speeds up to the punishing pace I know means he’s close. I whine as he pushes me to the edge again, and my body can’t resist the pleasure. We somehow come at the same time, both shaking hard.

He collapses onto me, angling enough to the side so that his whole bodyweight doesn’t rush me, but close enough that the tip of his cock stays pushed against my entrance, leaking pearly fluid that drips down to my clit.

His hand immediately finds one of mine, bunched in the sheets, and wraps it in his own.

“Ya take me so good. I don’t know how you do it. It looks like ya couldn’t possibly stretch that far without breaking.”

His words go straight down between my legs, and my hips jerk in arousal. He chuckles darkly, grabbing me and pulling me back onto his cock before it softens too much. I gasp and try to squirm away, but he rolls us onto our sides and wraps himself thick thigh around my own to trap it.

“Yeah, like this.”

I mewl, shaking helplessly as he reaches around to run his fingertips around my stretched hole. “Luke! Y-you’re gonna kill me.”

Nuzzling my ear, he kisses it and whispers, “Is that why you’re throbbing around me so hard?”

I struggle in vain to escape while he languidly rubs my puffy clit.

“Come on, give me one more and I’ll let ya sleep a little before round two.”

“What?! Ahh!”

My hips jerk as he thrusts a little, rubbing my sensitive pearl hard and fast. I try to move his hand away, but he’s too strong. Before I know it, he’s making me cream around his cock again, some of our cum gushing out.

He moans in my ear, finishing me off thoroughly before he finally stops. I lie there against his chest panting and writhing from the aftershocks, inadvertently fucking myself on his hardening length.

“Ahh! I-I can’t. I’m sorry, love, I can’t do more. ‘M too weak…”

Luke chuckles and sighs. “Don’t worry, honey, leave it to me. What’s the point of having these muscles and stamina if I can’t take good care of my sweet little fiancée?” He kisses along my neck. “All you have to do is lay there and let me take you. I don’t mind at all~

“…Mkay.”

[cat-anime345678]

I got several prompts...feel free to use them

1 ) Death of Twilight ( not loid forger) and Thron Princess ( not yor forger ) , told by various pov by their agencies ( Wise and garden , Handler , Nightfall , Shopkeeper , Mathews ) TWILIGHT and Thron Princess dies ( not loid , yor or anya ... Their identities dies , not them ) .... ( A completely different approach , how do their agency reacts , shows how and what is the impact )

2 ) The Past is Catching up .. post operation strix ( loid and yor run away along with bond and anya , but their agencies keep following them to kill ./ Arrest , no matter where they go ) till they face their own Handlers

3 ) Anya past ( her past in several families )

4 ) Loid Past ( his entire childhood and in wise till operation strix )

5 ) Yor past ( her entire childhood and struggling till her fake family )

6 ) The break up of Forger and Anya gets revenge ( Loid and Yor unknowingly leave the family, after confessing their identities , anya is LEFT behind ....she gets revenge on them and their agencies and those who experiment on her

7 ) Diaman finding out Anya used him

8 ) Becky and Anya friendship got destroyed after operation strix and she leaves eden or it fell apart

9 ) On death bed ( TWILIGHT dies in bombing , yor in cruise ship , bond dies after eating yor cooking or in bombing ....Anya is felt all alone and does unthinkable ....,pov each chapter each character before their death )

10 ) Yuri after finding out about Thron Princess and TWILIGHT

11 ) Yuri had to kill Yor ( inspired by brother...kodaline ...songfic )

12 ) champagne problems ( loid and yor ..loid a prince and yor his childhood friend / bodyguard / lover ....a secret affair )

13 ) 2112 .... Reality club ..( they start a affair as Thron Princess and TWILIGHT behind everyone back )

14 ) Fairytale ...( Diaman finding out about op strik... forgers disappeared )

15 ) all the things she said ...tatu ( what if an older Becky felt for anya , who us with diaman )

16 ) Loid x yor jobswap au ..loid a assissan and yor a spy ...

17 ) The one that got away ( yor and lod die .. anya is orphan along with diaman )

18 ) Twiyor eden au ... best friend to lovers ..

19 ) Twiyor gender swap au

20 ) Diaman rejecting Anya angst

21 ) Twiyor , Sherlock Au ( Twilight as Sherlock , Yor as Watson )

22 ) Anya rejecting Diaman, since he isn't useful

[bkdkficrecs]

Fic rec is first, in case you don't want any spoilers and want to just dive right in. (Although I will try to keep review spoilers at a minimum.) Just note that it is incredibly angsty in the best way.

The Night We Met - @majjale | (4/4)

Kudos: 5,396 | Bookmarks: 2112 | Word Count: 37,299

Tags: Angst, Immortal Bakugou Katsuki, Reincarnating Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki's POV, Tragedy, i physically ache while writing this i hope you do while reading it

"You a poet?"

"Only for you."

-

two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them.

Review is under the cut!

________

So, where to begin?

I have to say that I am so impressed by @majjale. The Night We Met is hands down one of the greatest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure of reading. If you're an angst-lover, then look no further. This fic is from 2018 (and completed), so I can't even begin to explain how blessed I was to stumble upon it. Not only does the story revolve around the concept of reincarnation and what it means to live forever, but it is also written from the point of view of our very own Katsuki Bakugou. Talk about angst! Could this story be more enticing?

Yes, it can!

You might think you were just getting into this for the angst, but that's where you'd be wrong. You're lured in by the staunch sincerity of Izuku and aloof defeat of Katsuki only to be pinned by the concentrated joy that underscores the happier moments they share together. The author weaves comedic moments, chance meetings, and internal monologues into a bittersweet blanket. She segues between points in time in a way that makes each sentiment Katsuki and Izuku share that much more poignant.

A striking moment of angst comes while Katsuki is trying to reconcile his desire for peace and his desire for love,

Whatever this life wants in return for Izuku knowing him, even with the trials—father, fiancé, friends — is it something Katsuki is willing to give up? What would Katsuki part with to hold Izuku again?

He blames the steam from the faucet for the condensation around his eyes.

What wouldn’t he give?

And another arrives as a tearful confession,

"I want to be why you’re happy, not why you’re alive.”

In moments like these it becomes clear that The Night We Met  is lathered in angst, but not the kind that hits you like a bus in a bad rom-com. This is the kind that envelops you slowly the way ivy snakes its arms around a tree. Then, when you finally reach the end - and especially after reading the one-shot epilogue, take me back -  you are left astonished, breathless.

Each chapter's end brings with it a short, sweet author's note.

"take a deep breath. in, out. that's it. it's gonna be okay."

A gentle reminder you made it through. Lungs working, heart pumping, tears falling. You feel relief and joy and sorrow. So empty and yet so full all at once.

Even days on, fleeting moments that hinge upon a simple wish will give you pause. Spotting a shooting star or cracking a wishbone. Blowing that stray eyelash off of the back of your hand. This is the kind of feeling I chase in fiction. The feeling of feeling. And few authors I have encountered have managed it so skillfully as Majjale.

[siberian-xanadu]

Okay, now that I'm not on my essay account, I have some Cringey Middle School shenanigans to admit to you guys. The majority of these have to do with Rush, but there are a fair few that don't:

Remember the 2112 All Star parody that was submitted to prog-rock-confessions? That was me, I'm sorry. I also did an All Star parody about the periodic table for my science class. The opening lyrics were "My science teacher told me / the world is made of atoms".

I drew Shrek x Hamilton nsfw fanart to piss off my friends that were into Hamilton at the time. I also did this IN MY ART CLASS.

I used my art class in general to draw Rush fanart. I would find a way to bend the rules of almost every assignment to let me do that, like I did a comic strip of Cygnus X-1 that was really cool. I have no idea where it is now.

I wrote a 3 1/2 page essay to my 7th grade English teacher convincing her to let me use a class period to make my English class listen to 2112 and connect it to the book we were reading. Looking back, it was doubly cringey and also incredibly insensitive because that book was Malala Yousafzai's autobiography, I Am Malala. I made the incredible observation that the Taliban were just like the Priests of Syrinx because they banned music. I was a fucking moron. My teacher actually agreed to let me present, and I ended up roping my friend into it, and we spend the entire class period listening to and going over 2112. I had a whole presentation. This was completely unprompted, by the way.

I went as Freddie Mercury to my school's Halloween dance in 7th grade. The next year, I roped my gf at the time and my best friend into a group costume... and to no one's surprise, we went as Rush. I gave my bestie a pair of these gimmick pencil drumsticks, and we taped on a mustache, and my gf had an inflatable guitar... and yours truly carried her actual bass around with a pair of fake glasses and a wig from Party City. I look back at least once a week in horror.

Wrote a South Park fan script that was meant to be a trilogy. If that wasn't cringey enough, it involved traveling back in time and Queen. I also showed this to my friends at School of Rock when I went there.

When my school did an event called Teach the Teacher, which excused kids from their classes for a couple periods in order to give seminars on usually their talents or stuff... I used this to give a seminar on the history of progressive rock. Of course. If I remember anything else from my cringey middle school experience, I will make sure to write it down because I am just scratching the surface of all the weird shit I did. If you want me to elaborate on anything, I will too.

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

I want you

by TheRaspberry_123

Kojiro/joe convinces Kaoru/cherry to come with him to Sia La Luce to eat and have a glass of wine. Kaoru would never admit this out loud and especially not to Kojiro, but it is his comfort space. They walk into the restaurant, and Kaoru sits on a bar stool and gets situated. Before Kaoru knew what he was doing he confessed to his best friend. Then things heat up in Kojiro's bedroom.

Words: 2112, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Carla (SK8 the Infinity)

Relationships: matchablossom - Relationship, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Additional Tags: matchablossom smut, Fluff and Smut, Smut, porn with plot?, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, well kinda, Top Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Bottom Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Friends to Lovers, Breakfast, Aftercare, Anime, mlm, Childhood Friends, needs to be cannon, cum

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47522572

[foxxiatto]

I got several SXF prompts...feel free to use them

1 ) Death of Twilight ( not loid forger) and Thron Princess ( not yor forger ) , told by various pov by their agencies ( Wise and garden , Handler , Nightfall , Shopkeeper , Mathews ) TWILIGHT and Thron Princess dies ( not loid , yor or anya ... Their identities dies , not them ) .... ( A completely different approach , how do their agency reacts , shows how and what is the impact )

2 ) The Past is Catching up .. post operation strix ( loid and yor run away along with bond and anya , but their agencies keep following them to kill ./ Arrest , no matter where they go ) till they face their own Handlers

3 ) Anya past ( her past in several families )

4 ) Loid Past ( his entire childhood and in wise till operation strix )

5 ) Yor past ( her entire childhood and struggling till her fake family )

6 ) The break up of Forger and Anya gets revenge ( Loid and Yor unknowingly leave the family, after confessing their identities , anya is LEFT behind ....she gets revenge on them and their agencies and those who experiment on her

7 ) Diaman finding out Anya used him

8 ) Becky and Anya friendship got destroyed after operation strix and she leaves eden or it fell apart

9 ) On death bed ( TWILIGHT dies in bombing , yor in cruise ship , bond dies after eating yor cooking or in bombing ....Anya is felt all alone and does unthinkable ....,pov each chapter each character before their death )

10 ) Yuri after finding out about Thron Princess and TWILIGHT

11 ) Yuri had to kill Yor ( inspired by brother...kodaline ...songfic )

12 ) champagne problems ( loid and yor ..loid a prince and yor his childhood friend / bodyguard / lover ....a secret affair )

13 ) 2112 .... Reality club ..( they start a affair as Thron Princess and TWILIGHT behind everyone back )

14 ) Fairytale ...( Diaman finding out about op strik... forgers disappeared )

15 ) all the things she said ...tatu ( what if an older Becky felt for anya , who us with diaman )

16 ) Loid x yor jobswap au ..loid a assissan and yor a spy ...

17 ) The one that got away ( yor and lod die .. anya is orphan along with diaman )

18 ) Twiyor eden au ... best friend to lovers ..

19 ) Twiyor gender swap au

20 ) Diaman rejecting Anya angst

21 ) Twiyor , Sherlock Au ( Twilight as Sherlock , Yor as Watson )

22 ) Anya rejecting Diaman, since he isn't useful

I appreciate it, and apologize if there was some confusion,but I am taking art requests! If you are still interested, please send me a dm, and I can give you the form!

[falsebooles123]

Confessions of a Recovering Genre-phobic 1/27/30

Hey Whores;

Honestly I don't have much to say about this week. Since I write these blogs over the course of the week I kinda forget the things that happen at the beginning and end of it.

I did get my hair dyed so thats what up.

Can't Stop Shan't Stop (2013) - Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer

Genre: Rap Length: 43 Minutes (15 Tracks)

Wanted to start off with an easy peasy album to begin the week.

Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer is a novelty act by Jim Burke, working in the 'Chap-hop' genre. Chap Hop being a form of novelty rap combining traditional hiphop with Rap sung in a Recieved Pronunciation British Accent. What a yank like me would call a Posh accent.

Its a form of Novelty Rap, like nerd rap, but centers around traditional britishness like Teas, Crumpets, Wickets, Cobblestones, and so on.

Its hard a strong opinion on Novelty music like this. It can be enjoyable and as the genre goes Mr. B is platinum but like showtunes at a party at some point you kinda want to stop singing about Yellow Ribbons.

3/5

Public Void (2020) - Penelope Scott

Genre: Pop Length: 26 Minutes (7 Tracks)

Listening to on a whim.

Public Void is the second album by Penelope Scott a bedroom pop artist if any exist.

Released during the pandemic the songs 'Rat', 'Lotta True Crime' 'Cigerette Ahegeo' immediately hit public conscienceness. Theres a lot to love about this album.

The confessional lyrics, the anger and despair, the also memetic style of music production with its references and 'video game noises'.

There is something really lovely about this that I have no choice but to stan.

4/5

Viva La Vida or Death and all his Friends (2008) - Coldplay

Genre: Pop Rock, Art Pop Length: 45:49 (10 Tracks)

Baby we have all heard Viva La Vida.

TBH I've never been the biggest fan of coldplay which yes shoot me dead. I don't think I ever disliked there music, the soft soportific pop rock sung by the sensitive falsetto emo that is Chris Martin. It's is good music and I get why they have there fans. I think maybe for me it was internalized homophobia? There was in my memory a certain stigma against liking Coldplay seeing it as this kind of thing that only faggots and queers listened to. I remember very specifically this early episode of Bones that lays that out which is another entire tagent for how that show handled queerness and gender performance.

I don't have much to say about this album. Its a really beautiful setlist and theres some really beautiful moments on here.

4/5

The Resistance(2009) - Muse

Genre: Prog Rock, Space Rock Length: 54:19 (11 Tracks)

This is the reason why I thought Muse was an 80s band.

The fifth album by English Rock Group Muse, The Resistance is apparently a concept album and definietly a space rock album. Have you ever heard 2112 by Rush? Girl its just like that but with less obvously plot. Either that or I just read the liner notes for that when I read Ready Player One.

This is a fantastic album. Just amazing technical rock music and it even ends with a 13 minute solo number whats not to love.

4/5

The Second Annual Report (1977) - Throbbing Gristle

Genre: Industrial, Noise Length: 39:32 (9 Tracks)

Not sure I mentioned this but one of the resources that I used to pick the albums for this questline was a best albums ever article. pretty sure it was this one.

So Throbbing Gristle is a British Band that was pivotal in the emerging Industrial music scene in the 70s. Industrial Music is exactly what it sounds like. Its a mixture of rock and eletronica that focuses on harsh, noiselike sound. Like the sound of industrial machinery. Theres also a focus lyrical on taboo or messup subjects. You get it. Its the type of shit you would hear at a wearhouse rave.

Theres something very interesting about this album. Its experimental obviously. I'm currently listening to Maggot Death Part 1. And its strongly reminscent of Exquisite Corpse by Baushuas.

Its like dark shoegaze. Where your dealing with these drifting etherial soundscapes, the voices are hazy and distant. and it feels trance like and estoeric. It's really freaking fascinating and I'm not sure if I have better words to describe then that. Also the album ends with a 20 minute track so theres that.

3.5/5

Camp (2011) - Childish Gambino

Genre: Hip Hop Length: 56:06 (13 Tracks)

Ok why have I never heard this album before.

Camp is Childish Gambinos first studio album which I am learning means that it was produced by a music studio hence the name. This is opposed to an independant released album of which he had three? before this. and thats a rock fact.

Theres something really fantastic about this album. In some ways it sounds like the more modern hip hop that I am slowly becoming accustomed to but it other ways it reminds me of the older gangster rap albums. I mean it opens with a lament about his cousin who took to the thug life and how thats made them fall apart. He talks a lot about his success and how he dealth with his differcult upbringing and living in a predominantly white neighborhood affected him.

And in honor of me beuing the whitest person in this room let me casually point out that if you look at the mythic cycle of gangster rap clearly this is some hood shit. This is a rap narrative, this bitch is the og spell it fagggot with three 'G's.

This is fantastic Childish Gambino has murdered this track, served cunt, and watered my crops. What more can I ask for. Also special shoutout closer That Power. Iconic.

4/5

Worldwide Torture (2020) - Jasmin Bean

Genre: Alternative, Rock, Nu-metal Length: 38:41 (11 Tracks)

Damn Bitch you remember that song Hello Kitty that was like sad and shit.

Yeah Bitch thats the one.

So here's the vibe. Do you like BABYMETAL? Do you like Melanie Martinez? Do you like Creepy Cute aestetics and women singing nu metal? Then Congrationlations you caught the vibe on Jasmin Bean.

Apparently her to new album is going to be released at the end of february and it already looks bomb as hell. I had a lot of fun with this but I also am the type of person who was obsessed when I heard hello kitty in the first place. I love a crazy bitch and I just want a bad bitch to cut me. All I'm saying.

4/5

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I really don’t understand. if they wanted to make Kagami Adrien’s love interest, why did they make her radiate such strong lesbian energy?” 

[lloyds-department]

Mango/Admin Universe Timeline

2004: Macy Sr. is the first character to show up

2007: Felix, Trixie are now alive.

2027-2028: Sawyer, Heaven, Buddy, Lily, Adeline, Loralie, Harley, Honey, Bee are born.

2038: Felix and Trixie die.

2048-2050: Mason Sr., Kevin, Meadow, Maude, Robert, Dean, Quinn, Herman, Lola, Genevieve, Darlene, Fiona are alive.

2051: Maude's mother, Lily, dies.

2067: Mason Jr, Aliyah are born

2069: Derrick, May, Jodie, Janeane are born.

2071: Charlotte Calohan born

2086: Mango, Billie York, Macy Jr. are born.

2088: Admin, Aliyahs failed clone, is existent, Zachary and Jaylen are born.

2090: Meadow comes back into town.

2095: Mason Jr's transition is complete, Derrick and Mango are forced to move in with Mason Jr. as they have been kicked out.

2098: Safiya Calohan dies at the age of 71

2100: Mango and Admins relationship begins, Admin is questioning her father's authority at the age of 12. Meadow and Maude begin dating.

2105: Macy Calohan Sr. passed away at the age of 105.

2107: Mango and Admin run away, Mason Jr. and Derrick begin a relationship, Meadow and Maude get married.

2108-2109: Moder-Ator, Leonard, Tyler York, Alyce, ZeeJay, and Codie are born. Jaylen dies.

2111: Kevin is found out as a homosexual man. He is kicked out, confesses he has been in love with Meadow.

2112: Kevin and Meadow begin a relationship. Meadow is in a polyamorous relationship with Maude and Kevin now.

2114: Kevin begins a relationship with Dean Brandon, a past bully turned lover. Kevin is now dating both Meadow and Dean.

2124: Codie invents a serum that makes everyone basically live forever. This serum can alter how one looks to make them look younger than they currently are.

2130: Current time. Everyone listed above that is still alive has been kindly convinced to take Codies serum. This means everyone. There will not be any deaths for a good while.

[enchantmentandshadows]

Elriel Month | Day 26: Baby, Kiss It Better

WORD COUNT: 2112

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ FOR SPICY SITUATIONS, ROMANTIC SMUT, SEXXX

PLAYING ON AZRIEL’S SYMPHONIA : “BETTER” - SYML

PLAYING ON ELAIN’S SYMPHONIA : “TIL FOREVER FALLS APART” - ASHE & FINNEAS

“Don’t tempt me.” Azriel said, his body aching for her. It had been far too long since they had been able to sneak away together.

“It wasn’t a temptation, it was an invitation.” She whispered, a wicked smirk curling her lips.

Elain stood at her bedside table, her mind wandering...thinking of Azriel as she rearranged the roses there. She gasped, her thumb immediately at her lips as the harsh prick of a thorn tore her from her daze.

“You’re hurt.” She heard Azriel say as a small shadow twisted and danced around her ear.

“Just a little prick from a thorn. Nothing to be concerned about.” She said, moving her hand up to cradle the shadow. “Unless you want to come kiss it better.” She teased.

“Don’t tempt me.” Azriel groaned, his body aching for her. It had been far too long since they had been able to sneak away together and he needed to touch her soon or it would drive him mad.

“It wasn’t a temptation, it was an invitation.” She whispered, a wicked smirk curling her lips. Elain ached for him too, she had tried to release the agonizing pressure herself, but it satisfied none of the aching need between her thighs and only served to awaken a greater hunger that threatened to consume her entirely if she didn’t sate it soon.

He was there in an instant, his mouth silencing her shocked gasp as he kissed her, his arms snaking around her waist as her hands slid up his chest and over his broad shoulders, coming to rest around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Mmyou shouldn’t be here.” She whispered, her heart pounding as she thought of the trouble he could be in if they were caught here like this.

“Then lets take this elsewhere.” He whispered, the tickle of his breath sending chills down her spine as he nipped at her ear.

Elain nodded, a tiny moan escaping as she tightened her hold on him and he pulled them into the shadows, taking them back to their place.

Azriel was on her, his mouth hungrily kissing hers as he backed her up until the bed stopped them. He moved to her neck, kissing hungrily. He hasn’t tasted her in such a long time, its a torture they both endure unfairly while those around them try to force them down separate paths leading far from one another. Elain bit her lip, a moan still escaping as her fingers undid the buttons at the back of Azriel’s shirt. He pulled away from her just long enough to pull the shirt off over his head. Elain’s hands slide over his chest, her lithe fingers dancing over his tattoos, her breathing becoming slightly ragged as her soft touch moves down his muscular torso. She loves his body, can’t wait to feel it pressing against her, and yet she can’t help but let her gaze wander over his shoulder, to those massive, beautiful wings. He flares them out for her, giving her a nod, permission to touch, not that he would ever tell her no. She smiles shyly, reaching out and gently caressing his leathery wing. The resulting rumble in his chest makes her arousal flare and when he scents it, its almost too much for him to take.

His hands were on her again, the backs of his fingers ghosting up and over her collarbone, sliding under the thin straps of her lacy nightgown and guiding them over her shoulders, leaving her completely bare for him, silk and lace pooled at her feet. “Were you thinking of having fun without me?” He teased, kissing her softly this time, taking in how beautiful she is, especially when her eyes are so full of want and desire for him. Elain looked up at him, her cheeks flushing as she shook her head. “It never satisfies, it only makes me want you more.” She confessed, bottom lip held between her teeth.

Azriel smirked, his hand reaching up to grip her chin, his thumb gently tugging her lip from between her teeth. “If you want that lip bitten, I’m happy to do it.” He said, leaning in, nipping her bottom lip gently before kissing her, his tongue teasing and begging for entry. Elain giggled as he nipped at her lip and let her tongue tease and dance with his as he cupped and massaged her breast, his other hand sliding through her golden brown hair, cradling the back of her head. He could feel the heat pouring from her skin, his pants now uncomfortably tight, she needed this as much as he did.

As if reading his mind, her hands moved to remove his pants, just getting them undone when he pressed his lips to her neck, his nose trailing up the side of her neck before he nipped at her earlobe. He slid his hand between her thighs, letting a finger dip between her folds, she was already slick and ready for him. Elain gasped, closing her eyes, her knees going weak but Azriel held her up, her naked breasts pressed against his chest as he freed himself from his pants and she slid her leg over his hip as he eased his cock between her silky folds.

This wasn’t their first time, not even close, but every time felt like the first time for Elain with a cock as big as his. He savored every moment as he slid deeper inside of her, she always felt so tight for him. Elain whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulder as he slid all the way in, her back now pressed against the wall.

Azriel kissed her, swallowing her mewling pleas as he began to retreat before thrusting back into her. Elain gasped against his lips, her body thrumming as she finally got the pleasure she’d been imagining for weeks. “Azriel, oh gods…Azriel…please...”. She begged and he obliged, sliding in with another thrust, over and over until she wrapped both legs around him, greedily pulling him further inside of her. She threw her head back, her hands sliding over his tattooed chest and shoulders as he peppered her breasts with kisses. He was filled with lust, but his heart still thrilled at the love and affection in every touch from her. She was almost over the edge and he knew it, his hand sliding through her hair and gently guiding her head back, exposing her neck and kissing, sucking until she was marked. She gasped, but smiled, loving it just as much as he did. Elain moved to meet his rhythmic thrusts, tiny pulses around his shaft letting him know that she was at the edge before she tightened around him with the most beautiful moan he had ever heard, the sound of pure pleasure. He kissed her, setting her back on her feet and letting her go once she was steady.

“On the bed.” He ordered, his velvety voice making her whole body tingle as she obeyed. He toed off his boots and tossed his pants aside to join his shirt and her lacy nightgown.

Elain watched him approach the bed, clenching her thighs, she was still out of breath and her heart was racing as he stalked toward her, a predator ready to devour his prey. A thrill ran through her as her back hit the headboard, she had nowhere else to go, but he was on the bed now, on all fours, the look in his eyes making her breathing ragged already, her core pulsed for him and he knew it.

Azriel grabbed her ankle before she could tuck it closer to herself and she gasped in surprise, the scent of her arousal driving him mad. Slowly, he dragged her down until her head was comfortably resting on the pillows.

“What are you doing?” She asked, smiling down at him as he took her foot in his hand.

“You invited me to kiss it better, and that’s what I intend to do.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of her foot and trailing kisses up her leg toward her knee, a devilish grin on his beautiful face.

Elain watched him, the hunger in his eyes making heat pool between her thighs. She doesn’t even realize she’s sliding her hand down to touch herself until he shakes his head and takes her by the wrist, pinning it to the bed. “Ah-ah, tonight, you’re all mine, unless you think you can do a better job on your own.

Elain blushes bright red and immediately shakes her head. “No...” she says, barely above a whisper; she’s shy and still full of anticipation and he loves it. He smirks and shifts his attention back to her legs, placing featherlight kisses up her thigh, over her stomach, stopping to give special attention to her breasts.

Elain’s hands fist in the bedsheets as he kisses and sucks on her breasts, her back arching, wanting more and offering more, her breath shuddering as he takes her nipple between his teeth, the new throbbing between her legs intensifying. She moans his name breathlessly as he uses his tongue, flicking and swirling around her other nipple, her body writhing, needing more. “Azriel…”. She moans, “I want you, I want you to fill me again.” She begs, and as much as he loves to make her wait, to hear her whimper and moan until he gives her what she wants, he wants to be inside of her again too. He can barely keep his lust leashed and when he moves up to kiss her and her eyes flash with desire for him, he loses all control.

Elain cried out as he sheathed himself within her again. She wanted all of him, needed all of him now, later, tomorrow, forever. This time, his thrusts were commanding and powerful, Elain ran her hands over his corded arms and muscular chest, they were both warmed up and now it was time fuck so hard they would feel it for days after. Elain moaned as his thickness pumped in and out of her, her lips kissing along the swirls of his tattoos. She moved to meet his thrusts, her hands sliding over his backside, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Elain...” He moaned, his face in her neck. “Fuck, you’re everything to me…”

“And you are to me, Az.” She panted, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, her tongue dominating his as her need to taste him nearly drove her mad. Azriel moaned against her lips, his calloused hand caressing her thigh as she tightened around him again, her thighs squeezing tightly around him. She clung to him, panting, pressing kisses to his shoulders and chest. She lay back slowly, in a daze, reaching up to caress his cheek. He was so beautiful. “I love you so much…”. She whispered, tears in her eyes. Azriel smiled, putting his hand over hers and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I love you too, El. When I finally let myself believe that I could be happy, all I could see was you.”

Elain kissed him, happy tears shining silver in her eyes as she nudged him onto his back, those gorgeous wings sprawling out behind him as she straddled his lap, keeping her eyes on his as she stroked a gentle hand over his cock, smirking as it stiffened at her touch. She guided him back inside of her, eyes closing and head tilting back as she eased herself down slowly.

Azriel groaned, gripping her hips, tipping his head back. “Elain…”

“Yes, my love?” She asked with a smirk, her hands sliding over his broad chest as she moved her hips, slowly at first, his grip on her hips tightening, his eyes shut tight. Elain began to rock her hips faster and faster, guiding Azriel’s hands from her hips to her breasts, moaning as he kneaded them with his strong but gentle hands. She rode him hard, wanting him deeper with each roll of her hips. Azriel sat up, one hand splayed across her back, the other tangled in her hair as he ravished her mouth, his wings flaring as they both came. Elain collapsed against him, panting, the feeling of her breath on his skin making his whole body tingle. “I promise I won’t let so much time pass again, El.” He said, his voice like velvet as he carefully moved to lay with her, tucking her hair behind her ear with a gentle touch. Elain nodded, knowing that it wasn’t his fault, they had to be so careful now. “You’re worth the wait, Az. Always.” Azriel smiled and brought her finger to his lips, pressing a kiss where the rose had pricked her. “All better now?”

Elain nodded, still in a euphoric haze. “Everything is better when I’m with you.” She said, snuggling closer into his chest, draping her arm over his waist.

Azriel knew that he would have to take her back in the early morning, but for tonight they would have this. He pressed a kiss to her hair, his arm draping over her before they both drifted off to sleep.

[sachas]

PRIVATE SUITE, THE SAVOY HOTEL / THE THIRTEENTH OF MARCH / @sxint​

sacha, 2:13 am: hey, u up?

Someone like Sacha doesn’t really have regrets — he knows a missed opportunity when he sees it, though. Ten years ago in Paris they are dumb and directionless, flitting around clubs and flirting with anyone who looked their way. Ten years ago, they aren’t playing the long game, instead relishing in what freedom feels like, far away from their father for the first time in their life. Ten years ago, he meets Saint, beautiful and attentive, and a whirlwind romance follows, heady, intoxicated, and sweaty. Perhaps most importantly, they are unlabeled, uncommitted. Younger and naive in his inexperience, Saint falls head over heels with someone who keeps him at a confusing arms distance, Sacha never letting him name what grows between them love and ending it abruptly when he tries to confess the feeling instead, feeling more like walls are closing in on them. Years later, in one of the few times Saint comes running back to something familiar ( albeit cold and detached ), in inconvenient timing, he confesses the truth of who he really is, what’ll he’ll become: he is Saint Warden, heir to a weapons empire, set to inherit the leadership of a gang that runs London streets, new money and high class and providing the kind of power Sacha so craves. Sacha could fucking kick himself for not entertaining Saint in the past, for not at least pretending it was love in order to reap the benefits. Maybe it could have even been love, if only Sacha tried — maybe by now he’d be War’s Dominion, married to Saint and cooing in the ear of Gabrielle Warden.

Rivalry is a symptom of being a Warden, and Sacha hears all about the strife of forced competition between Saint and his siblings. The youngest of the three, the favourite and therefore coddled by Gabrielle, he is the underdog in his succession, seemingly unmatched against ever-responsible Remus and sharply intelligent Juno. News of betrayal by beloved eldest brother and subsequent demotion to Virtue has Sacha scheming ever since Saint comes running to their arms last May, looking for a distraction all over again while he handles all the hell in his life. Who knows if he’ll ever truly get the chance to rise back up the ranks in that fucking rat race amongst brother and sister; Sacha begins daydreaming about a day where he manages to pull Saint back into his world, opening his eyes to Uriel, the Harbinger of Death. Wouldn’t it be nice, Sainty, if you were a Seraphim again?

sacha, 2:17 am: let me be your distraction

sacha, 2:18 am: [ current location ]

sacha, 2:18 am: suite 2112 x

With Death’s skull on his shoulder, he’s in too deep to leave, though the offer of power flows both ways. It would make Sacha look fucking good if Saint betrayed his family, jumped ship and emblazoned his skin with a skull of his own, committing himself to the cause. He’d be good company too, Sacha supposes, despite all the weird history between them, despite all the messy details that would have to be worked out — there is companionship there. Sat in plush chair inside the suite, they wait, planning cautious phrases and approach for Saint, who has to be played very carefully if he’s going to be played at all. The quiet knock on the door has Sacha smirking, satisfied in knowing that despite all of Saint’s disinterest the last time they’d met, after all these years, they still have their hold over him. 

“Hi Sainty,” Sacha muses in greeting as he opens the door, the name warm like liquor on his tongue. “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?” Stepping to the side, they usher Saint into the suite, quiet and private, room centered by a king sized bed. “It’s okay, you can admit you’ve been thinking about me.”

[historieofbeafts]

Naturalists making wild claims with absolutely no evidence is great, but I also love when they’re like, “That doesn’t sound right, but I’m not sure enough not to put it in my book,” a strategy demonstrated in this passage about the lifespan of deer from Edward Topsell:

[They live very long, as by experience hath been often mentioned; not only because they have no gall (as the Dolphin hath none) but for other causes : also some affirm, that a Raven will live nine ages of a Man, and a Hart four ages of a Raven: whereunto Virgil agreeth in these verses; (Latin excerpt ellided in transcipt) That is, as the life of a man is threescore and six, so a Raven doth live nine times so many years, (viz) 528 years. The Hart liveth four times the age of the Raven, (viz) 2112 years. The Crow exceedeth the Hart three times, (viz) 6336. But the Phenix which is repaired by her own ashes, surmounteth the Crow nine times and so liveth 57524 years. The which I have set down (not for truth) but for report, leaving every reader to the chiefest matter of credit, as in his own discretion he conceiveth most probable. But it is confessed of all, that Harts live a very long life: for Pliny affirmeth, that an hundred years after the death off Alexander Magnus, there were certain taken alive which had about their necks golden Collars, with an inscription that they were put on by Alexander.]

[sincerelyella]

The Royal Treatment Chapter 1 - One In A Million

Books: The Royal Romance and Open Heart (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Bryce x F!OC (Aera)

Series Summary: Upon finishing their medical degrees at Stanford University, Ella, Aera, and Bryce take on an international medical residency training program in Cordonia, landing them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will put them to test in the name of romance, friendship, and career.

A/N: Thank you @ofpixelsandscribbles​ for being patient with me and editing the crap out of this!

Please note that our story is not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome and much appreciated.

Warnings: not much really, maybe adult language?

Words: 2112

Bryce, Aera, and Ella were already two weeks into their residency programs. Bryce in the surgical department, Aera in anesthesia, and Ella in the new pediatric cardiology unit.

Since Bryce and Aera’s specialties worked together closely, the pair of them spent more time together during the day. Every night, however, Ella has to hear about how Bryce stole Aera’s lunch or how Aera was so irritated with Bryce’s antics. All Ella could do is suggest that they confess their feelings.

“El, you know I can’t do that,” Aera sighed as the best friends sat and watched How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days in Ella’s room, while wearing yogurt-scented Korean facial sheet masks as part of their night skin regimen care.

“Why not?” Ella pointed the remote at the TV and paused the movie. “Just tell him how you feel. Who knows, maybe he’ll feel the same!”

“That’s just it, he doesn’t feel the same,” Aera carefully adjusted her mask to the center of her face, making sure that her eyes and nose were fitted perfectly on their designated holes.

Ella bit her lip, hard. Keeping this secret from her friend was killing her, but she made a promise … to her other friend. “You don’t know that, A.”

“Can we just … forget this conversation?” Aera dropped her hands on the pillow on her lap and sniffled. “Please? I just want to enjoy this movie with you and pass out with my hand in the popcorn bowl, like I usually do.”

“Fine,” Ella unpaused the movie and the pair sat in silence for a few moments. After what seemed like 20 minutes, the girls removed the sheet masks off their faces, letting the cold serum linger on their faces for a bit.

“Are you ready for your interview tomorrow? You have that one patient right?” Aera asked as she gently tapped two fingers over her moist face for better absorption of the serum.

“Yeah, I’m ready. The little guy had heart surgery and he’s doing amazing,” While mirroring Aera’s facial care technique, Ella smiled widely as she remembered how her patient, a little five year old boy named Thomas, wrapped his arms around her neck in gratitude.

**

The next day

Dr. Katherine Richey was Ella’s attending and she was an older woman who was, according to Ella, a badass. Dr. Richey was world renowned, but chose Cordonia because this was the country of her birth.

“Okay, Dr. Brooks, when we go in there, we’ll go over the history, the procedure Thomas had done, and your plan.”

Ella nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“You’ll be great, Ella,” Katherine squeezed the younger woman’s shoulder. “Nervous?”

“A little bit, but it’s just you, me, Ana de Luca and his parents, so I’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” Katherine’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you, Ella.”

“Tell me what?”

“Prince Liam moved to start this cardiology unit since he had heart surgery himself as a newborn,” Katherine smiled brightly. “He will be visiting us today and meeting all the patients and their parents.”

“He … Prince … what?!” Ella’s heart began to flutter in her chest. All she could picture was the beautiful blue eyes staring back at her on that magazine. “I …”

“Ella, he’s here, let’s go!”

Oh fuck.

In a daze, Ella followed Dr. Richey to the  nurse’s station where a small group had already gathered.

Ana De Luca turned towards Ella and Katherine with a large smile. “Ah, Dr. Richey, how lovely to see you again.”

“Ana, how are you?”

Katherine and Ana shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“This is my new cardiology resident, Dr. Ella Brooks.”

“A pleasure,” Ella shook Ana’s hand.

“Dr. Brooks, are you new to Cordonia?”

“I am, yes,” Ella squeaked, and gulped when she saw the same man that she ogled on the cover of Trend magazine walk up behind Ana.

“Prince Liam! This is Dr. Richey and Dr. Brooks.”

Dr. Richey and Ana curtsied while Ella stood frozen,  still shocked.

Katherine nudged Ella with her elbow.

“Ow!” Ella rubbed her side in annoyance, then realized everyone was staring at her. Shit. “Oh, I mean, how nice to meet you, Your Highness,” she dipped into a small curtsy and saw that the prince had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Brooks,” Liam couldn’t stop smiling at this beautiful woman who looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept her hands clasped together in a tight fist in front of her.

No matter how much Ella wanted to stare at the ground in pure awkwardness, she kept her light brown eyes connected to his baby blue ones.

“Alright,” Dr. Richey announced, interrupting the awkward silence. “Let’s go, we’ll be in room 342.”

Ana nodded and gestured behind her. “Isaac is my cameraman and photographer, he’s just going to get some candid photos for the magazine and news broadcast for tonight.”

The group walked towards the patient’s room, Ella and Katherine led the way. A soft knock on the door by Ella was met with an excited squeal from inside.

The room was filled with balloons, a stuffed lion at the foot of a bed, a large stuffed bear that sat in the corner of the room and it was almost as tall as the ceiling. Thomas’ bed had Star Wars sheets and he had a stuffed Wookie sitting next to him. “Dr. Brooks!”

“Hi, Thomas,” all the nervousness Ella felt earlier dissipated as soon as this sweet boy shrieked her name. “I have a couple friends I’d like you to meet.”

“Hi everybody!” Thomas waved both his hands at his visitors. “I have new sheets! Mom got them for me. Feel how soft they are!”

Liam chuckled and leaned forward to feel the little boy’s bed spread. “That is really soft, Thomas. I’m-”

Thomas’ eyes widened. “You’re the prince!” He grabbed his stuffed lion and held it up towards Liam. “Look! My dad got me this stuffed lion like yours!”

As the two talked about lions and Star Wars, Ella and Katherine spoke with Ana, Thomas’ mom Elizabeth, and his dad Richard.

“We signed all the forms earlier,” Richard explained to Ana. “Our boy is a miracle and his story should be told.”

“Tell me, how did you find out about his condition?” Ana asked as she wrote some notes in her notebook.

“He was almost five years old,” Elizabeth began as she wrung her hands together. “He started complaining of pain in his chest when he would run and play at school. He told his teacher he was having problems breathing-” her breath hitched as she remembered what happened to her only son.

Richard squeezed his wife’s shoulder and continued on with the story. “We took him to an adult emergency room and they just said he was short of breath because he has asthma. They sent us home with medication and that was it.”

“I knew it was something more than asthma,” Elizabeth added. “Chest pain, feeling tired all the time and problems breathing weren’t just symptoms of asthma.��

“Once we found out this unit opened up we called to see if we could have Thomas looked at,” Richard turned to Ella with unshed tears in his eyes. “We are so grateful you answered the phone that day.”

“Dr. Brooks got you in here?” Ana asked as she looked up from her notebook.

“Yes, she fought to have us here, for her to follow Thomas through his surgery,” Elizabeth’s tears streamed down her face. “Thank you for saving my baby.”

As Liam watched, Ella gave Thomas’ parents a hug and wiped away her own tears. His heart skipped a beat as Thomas jumped off the bed and lept into Ella’s arms.  He wasn’t sure what it was about her, he just met her not even 30 minutes ago, but he had never felt the need to watch a woman. He had a lot of women throw themselves at him, he was a prince after all;  but he had never wanted to watch them or find out everything about them.  Liam chewed on his bottom lip as Ella threw her head back in laughter, Thomas still holding her in his small arms. The sound of her laugh made Liam want to be the cause of that for the rest of her life.

“Prince Liam?” Ana called out, breaking the smitten, blue-eyed prince out of his trance.

“Erm, yes?” Liam felt his neck and face flush in embarrassment at being caught staring.

“Shall we make our way to the foyer for your announcement?”

“Ah, yes,” Liam stole a glance at Ella, who was giving him a curious look. “Let’s go.”

The group said their goodbyes to Thomas and family and made their way to the front of the hospital.

“What is going on?” Ella whispered to Katherine.

“You’ll see.”

In the foyer, Ella was surprised to see most of the hospital as well as Bryce and Aera already there waiting.

Bryce wrapped his arm around his friend. “El! Where’ve you been?”

“I was getting interviewed by Ana de Luca, and the prince was there!”

“Whoa!” Aera squealed. “You saw the hot prince?!”

“Everyone, let’s quiet down please.” Dr. Cynthia Moore, the chief resident of the surgical department, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “For those that don’t know who I am, my name is Dr. Moore and I am in charge of the surgical residents.”

Katherine stood at the top of the stairs, found Ella in the crowd with her eyes and smiled. “I’m Dr. Richey and I run the pediatric cardiology department.”

A petite woman stepped forward from behind Katherine. “Hi all, I’m Dr. Martinez and I look after the anesthesia residents.”

A tall man with a white coat cleared his throat. “My name is Ethan Ramsey, I am the Chief of Medicine here at Cordonia Memorial Hospital. I have His Royal Highness, Prince Liam here to make an announcement.”

Liam patted his friend on the shoulder. “Thank you, Dr. Ramsey. I met a lot of you today,” he locked eyes with Ella and smiled. “It was an honor to speak with you, seeing everyone excited to be here is what makes this hospital world class. I’m here to announce a competition, so to speak.”

The residents began to whisper among themselves.

“My father, King Constantine, wanted to start this residency program and open it to not only Cordonians but to foreigners as well. Dr. Ramsey, for example, was offered to stay in Cordonia as your Chief of Medicine after saving my father’s life in America,” Liam cleared his throat. “This competition will allow the winner to become an intern for my family’s medical team. Meaning, should any of my family become ill, you will be the first person we call to come to the palace.”

A hand shot up in the crowd.

“Yes?”

“Prince Liam,” a blond haired, blue-eyed woman next to Ella spoke. “How do we win?”

“Very good question. What is your name?”

The woman blushed. “I’m Madison, Your Highness, Dr. Madison Herrera.”

Liam smiled at Madison and Ella felt her stomach churn. “Well, Dr. Herrera, in order to win, your Chief Resident will be observing you closely. They will be rounding on your patients, speaking to them, looking over your charting, going through your diagnosis, treatment and plans.”

Ethan’s voice boomed throughout the foyer. “If you diagnose wrong, give your patient the wrong medication or fuck up in any way, you will automatically lose.”

Liam’s eyes widened at Ethan’s words. “Well, yes, unfortunately if you diagnose wrong, you will be out. Your Chief Residents will list you from highest to lowest, if you are the top resident for more than four weeks in a row, you win.”

“Do surgical and anesthesia residents compete also?” Bryce hollered.

“Dr. Lahela!” Dr Moore hissed from her place on the stairs.

“It’s okay,” Liam chuckled. “I apologize, Dr. Lahela, only medical residents for this competition.”

“Any other questions?” Ethan asked impatiently. When no one said a word, he waved everyone away. “Fine, go back to your departments.”

Ella let out a long breath and made her way to the cafeteria. She flashed her badge at the woman manning the register whose name was Flora. “Hi Ate, I’m just here for coffee.”

Flora waved her through. “Go ahead, Anak, it’s on the house.”

“Salamat po,” Ella squeezed the older woman’s shoulder and walked towards the drinks. As she picked a size and what flavor coffee she wanted, she felt someone standing behind her.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Until the Day I Fall in Love Again

Until the day I fall in love again by jasminflower69

Based off of the unfinished doujin series with the same name- Kirishima has fallen in love with Bakugo, but upon confessing, is told he's not wanted. After he gets tired of the pain, he hears about someone in the school who can lock away the feeling of love in his chest, with only a few slight side effects.

Words: 2112, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Based off of a doujin, Fluffy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Cute, Sweet, heart lock, Kirishima locks his heart, Happy Ending, Innocent, Short

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25731388

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Sacrifice My Secret (To Let You Know It’s You)

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by numberonemilkbread

“What would you know? You probably don’t have anyone you’d sacrifice yourself for.” “Actually, Crappykawa, I do.”

   Five times Oikawa tries to guess who Iwaizumi would sacrifice himself for, and one time Iwaizumi accidentally reveals the answer.

Words: 2112, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Spiker-Setter Week 2020

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, 5+1 Things, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, accidental confessions, Spiker-Setter Week 2020

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