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wholoveseggs · 7 months ago

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Stains {Part One}

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Part One

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} One spilled coffee, one ruined suit, and one infuriating man you can’t seem to avoid...

♡♡ Uh oh I wrote another series! Inspired by the many requests I get for another enemies to lovers fic ~ This is essentially a highly caffeinated version of Misbehavior ~xoxo ♡♡

3.7k words - Warnings: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, eventual smut (duh), Elijah being Elijah about his suits, reader with a sharp tongue and a penchant for swearing, so so so much antagonistic banter, class dynamics, Elijah being a control freak (it’s his kink) && the tragic loss of a cappuccino...

{Part Two}{Part Three}{Part Four}

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It was one of those mornings where everything felt hazy, like your body was running on autopilot while your brain lagged behind. You were going through the motions, getting ready for work, but it all felt distant.

Finally, as you stood in line at the local café, you began to wake up fully. Glancing at your phone, you checked the time. You were cutting it close, but if you hurried, you could still make it.

When it was your turn, you stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual. While waiting, you observed the morning rush: people in business suits, jeans, or workout gear shuffled in and out, the chaos oddly comforting. You tried to keep your irritation in check as a few impatient customers jostled their way ahead of you.

At last, you grabbed your cappuccino and headed out the door, your eyes flicking to the clock on your phone again. Damn, you were going to be late.

You picked up your pace, speed-walking down the sidewalk. Cursing under your breath, you glanced back down at your phone… just as you collided with someone.

Hot liquid splashed everywhere, soaking through your shirt and bra. You hissed in pain, looking up to find the man you'd crashed into. His suit jacket and dress shirt were also drenched in coffee.

He glared at you, his dark eyes murderous. He didn't say a word as he yanked off his jacket and attempted to blot at the stain, which only seemed to spread.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” you blurted, fumbling to pull out your wallet. “Here, let me pay for your dry cleaning. I’m really sorry.”

You went to pull out some cash, but he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Dry cleaning? No. You will pay for a replacement," he said with cold disdain.

His attitude pissed you off. He was just as much at fault as you were, yet he had this entitled, pretentious air about him that made your blood boil.

“It’s just coffee. It’ll come out with the right cleaner,” you said, trying to keep the bite out of your voice.

“It’s a custom-tailored vintage Italian wool suit. Do you have any idea how much it costs?” he asked, his jaw ticking as he glared at you.

“Well, maybe you should pay more attention to where you’re walking if you’re going to parade around in such expensive clothes,” you snapped, your temper slipping.

“Are you seriously standing there, telling me this is my fault?” he asked, his eyebrows rising in disbelief.

“Yup. Because it is,” you shot back, crossing your arms as you met his icy gaze. “I’m not about to buy you a thousand-dollar suit when dry cleaning can fix it.”

“A thousand?” he repeated, laughing, and to your surprise, the sound was annoyingly pleasant. “This is a Brioni, not some off-the-rack garbage from Nordstrom. And I expect full payment. Interest included.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you snapped, throwing up your hands in frustration. Turning on your heel, you stomped away, your blood still boiling.

You had no idea what a Brioni was, and frankly, you didn’t care. He wasn’t going to bully you into paying for a ridiculously overpriced suit. You couldn’t even afford the cheap ones. And besides, what was he going to do? He didn’t even know who you were.

You didn’t hear his footsteps behind you, but suddenly, he was in front of you, blocking your path.

“I’m not done talking to you,” he said, his tone cutting through the air like ice.

“Yeah, well, I’m done talking to you. Get the hell out of my way,” you snapped, trying to sidestep him.

His hand shot out, grabbing your arm and holding you in place. You were about to slap him when his free hand darted into your pocket, pulling out your wallet.

“Hey! What the fuck?” you yelled, trying to snatch it back.

Ignoring you, he opened it and rifled through your cards and cash with infuriating calmness. He pulled out your driver’s license, glancing at it, and you could have sworn he smirked.

“So, Miss L/N, I’ll be in touch. And perhaps you should pay attention to where you’re walking. You never know who you might bump into,” he said, his voice full of smug amusement as he slipped your wallet back into your pocket.

Before you could respond, he turned and strode off down the street, leaving you standing there, fuming.

You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the screen, willing yourself not to think about the events from earlier. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind kept circling back. You couldn’t believe his fucking audacity.

The way he’d just grabbed your wallet out of your pocket… like it was nothing, and then had the nerve to smirk at you. The memory made your blood boil all over again. You were livid.

It was obvious he was wealthy, the kind of man who was used to getting whatever he wanted. But you weren’t about to be bullied by some rich asshole. You couldn't stand people like him, entitled, out of touch assholes.

But… lord, was he hot.

Your thoughts betrayed you, conjuring up his sharp cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and those dark brown eyes that seemed to smolder even when he was furious. He exuded danger. The kind that drew you in, whether you wanted it to or not.

For a moment, your mind wandered, imagining what it would feel like to run your hands through his hair, tugging at it as he…

No. No.

You shook your head, physically trying to jolt yourself back to reality. You weren’t about to let your thoughts go there. He didn’t deserve a second more of your time.

After work, you were exhausted, and all you wanted was to curl up on the couch and watch something mindless. As you walked down the hall to your apartment, the sight of an envelope sticking out of the door made you frown.

You approached it slowly, pulling it from the door and turning it over.

The handwriting on the front was neat and tidy. The letter itself was a single piece of paper, folded in half. Your name was scrawled on the front.

Hesitating, you unlocked the door and walked into your apartment. It was small, barely enough space for you, but it was the only place you could afford.

Closing the door behind you, you opened the letter.

Miss L/N, I trust you found this note where I left it. Please see the enclosed invoice for the cost of replacing my suit. If I do not receive a response within five business days, I will have no choice but to involve my lawyers. Sincerely, Elijah Mikaelson

There was a paper inside, folded in half. Pulling it out, you found the bill:

Invoice: Total cost of suit and emotional damages: $20,325.00

What the fuck?

The number at the bottom made you want to vomit. How the fuck could a suit cost that much?

There was no way in hell you could come up with that kind of money. If he tried to sue you there was no way you would be able to pay it.

Fuck. Fuck.

You stared down at the invoice, panic starting to build. His phone number was listed at the top, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you dialed the number, your heart hammering in your chest.

After two rings, a deep, infuriatingly familiar voice answered.

"Miss L/N, I was beginning to wonder if you'd gotten my note," he said, sounding amused.

"You can't be serious. That suit cannot cost that much," you snapped, trying and failing to keep the fear out of your voice.

"As a matter of fact, it can. You should feel lucky I'm not asking for more, considering the insult to my character. Or do I need to remind you of how you behaved?" he asked, his tone dripping with arrogance.

"How much emotional damage could a spilled cup of coffee possibly cause?" you scoffed, unable to stop yourself. "I'm not paying that. No way."

"Well, unfortunately, the suit is ruined. My dry cleaner tried his best, but it was simply too late," he said, his words clipped and precise. "Now, we can settle this between us. Or I can call my lawyer, and the two of us can hash out a deal in court."

"What the hell do you want from me?" you asked, unable to keep the anger and hurt out of your voice. "You think I have a couple grand lying around? I can't even afford my rent, much less a suit that's worth more than I'll make in the next year!"

"Then I suggest you get a better job," he replied, his tone dismissive. "I have no interest in playing games with you. Either pay what you owe, or face the consequences."

"Go fuck yourself," you hissed, hanging up and slamming the phone down on the table.

He couldn't be serious. There was no way. He was a sadist, clearly. Just an entitled, privileged prick, and you had no doubt he would go through with his threat.

Your phone started to ring, and you glared at it, tempted to ignore it. But you knew that would only make things worse.

With a sigh, you picked up the phone, answering it and pressing it to your ear. "What?"

"Well, that was rude," he said, his voice cold.

"Yeah, well, so is threatening me," you shot back.

"You're being unreasonable," he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. "We can settle this like adults. If you can't afford the suit, perhaps there's another way we can work out our differences."

"If you're trying to blackmail me into having sex with you, fuck off. I'm not a hooker," you snapped.

He laughed, and the sound made you shiver, even as it enraged you. "Hardly darling, I don't pay for sex,"

"Then what the fuck do you want?" you asked, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

"An apology," he said, and there was something dangerous in his voice, a hint of a threat.

"Fine," you said, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Now, leave me the hell alone."

"No, I want an apology in person, perhaps over dinner. After all, we never had a chance to get properly acquainted," he said, his voice smooth.

"That wasn't part of the deal," you hissed. "You said an apology, not a date."

"Are you trying to negotiate terms with me?" he asked, his tone amused. "Because I'm not sure that's wise. After all, if we go to court, I'll win. I have excellent lawyers."

"Are you seriously going to sue me over a stupid suit?" you asked, the anger in your voice fading, replaced by fear.

"That depends. Are you going to refuse my request?" he asked, his voice soft, yet firm.

You hesitated, weighing your options. On one hand, you could try to stand up to him. But there was no doubt in your mind that you would lose a court battle… you did damage his suit after all.

"Fine," you said, the word leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Excellent. I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven," he said, sounding satisfied.

Before you could respond, the line went dead.

You stared at your phone, furious. This wasn’t an apology; it was a trap. But what choice did you have? You’d give him his stupid apology…and then, hopefully, you’d never have to see him again.

At first you decided you were just going to wear a sweatshirt and leggings. Let him deal with it. You weren’t about to put the effort in. But a small voice inside told you that it would only make things worse. Besides, if there was any chance this would be the last time you had to see him, maybe you should look good. Show him that you weren't some charity case.

With a sigh, you put on the nicest dress you had, a simple black shift. You spent some time doing your hair and makeup, and as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt a flicker of pride.

You could do this.

As you finished getting ready, you wondered if he was going to show up in another ridiculously expensive suit. Probably. It seemed like his entire identity was tied up in his clothing. A small, diabolical part of you considered ruining another one of his suits, just to spite him. But you dismissed the idea. It wasn't worth the cost.

Just as you finished slipping on your heels, the buzzer rang. Grabbing your purse, you headed down the stairs, taking a deep breath as you pulled open the front door.

There, waiting for you, was Elijah, looking infuriatingly handsome. He wasn't dressed in a suit this time, in fact what he was wearing was much less formal, and a lot sexier. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, and a dark blue shirt, the top two buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Was he aware of how ridiculously hot he was? Of course he knew... A man with all that wealth and confidence wouldn't have a doubt in his mind that women would fall at his feet.

"Hello, darling," he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he gazed down at you. "You look lovely."

"Don't," you said, holding up a finger and glaring at him. "I'm not your 'darling' and you don't get to call me that."

He chuckled, the sound making your skin prickle with heat. "Very well, shall we?"

He offered you his arm, and against your better judgement, you took it, allowing him to lead you to his car. You were surprised when he opened the passenger side door for you, but didn't comment, sliding into the seat.

"I expected you to be wearing another suit," you commented, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. "After all, they're such a large part of your personality."

He looked over at you, his gaze moving down your body, taking in the curves of your breasts and hips, lingering on your legs.

"And I wasn't expecting a dress, but here we are," he said, his eyes meeting yours, the challenge in them clear.

"You're insufferable," you muttered, turning to look out the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"I could say the same about you," he replied, his tone amused. "Though, I will admit, I admire your spirit."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" you asked, your brows furrowing.

"Yes, it is," he said, keeping his gaze on the road.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"A little restaurant not far from here," he said, not elaborating further.

You were tempted to ask him more, but you didn't want to seem overly interested. You were still trying to figure out his motives, but you didn't want him to think he was winning.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence, and soon, he was pulling into a parking spot. He came around to open the door for you, and you ignored his hand, standing on your own.

You followed him into the restaurant, a quaint, homey place with dim lighting and candles on the tables. The waiter seated you, handing each of you a menu and taking your drink orders.

When he walked away, you turned your attention back to Elijah, studying his face in the low light. His features were strong, defined, and there was something oddly compelling about his eyes, the way they seemed to see right through you.

"So, what's your story?" you asked, breaking the silence. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a philanthropist," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "I invest in various causes, and also provide grants to those in need."

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. "Of course you are,"

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice.

"You just scream old money, the kind of guy who's never had to work a day in his life, never had to struggle," you said, not bothering to mask the disdain in your voice.

He arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching up into a half-smile. "You're quite judgmental, aren't you?"

"Says the man who's trying to extort money from me," you retorted, your temper flaring.

"Sweetheart, you don't know anything about me or my struggles," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "I think it's best if you keep your opinions to yourself."

You glared at him, your jaw clenching. You wanted to fire back, tell him he was wrong, but a small, logical part of you warned against it.

"Fine," you muttered, crossing your arms. "I'm sorry...again."

"Apology accepted," he said, his expression smug.

Before you could respond, the waiter returned with your drinks.

"Are you two ready to order?" he asked, giving you both a polite smile.

"Yes, I'll have the steak," Elijah said, handing the menu back. "And she will have the pasta."

Your eyes narrowed at him. "No, actually, I'd like the salad,"

"Nonsense," he said, dismissing your objection with a wave of his hand. "Trust me, you'll like the pasta better."

The waiter nodded and collected your menus, leaving you alone once again.

"Did I say I wanted pasta?" you asked, irritated by his high-handedness.

"It's delicious, you'll see," he said, ignoring your question.

"So, is this how it's going to be all night? You making decisions for me, and me being pissed about it?" you asked, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of your voice.

He let out a soft chuckle, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Probably, yes."

You shook your head, biting back a scathing retort. Clearly, he enjoyed being an asshole. And you were determined not to give him the satisfaction of provoking you.

He was watching you closely, a smug smile on his lips. "So what do you do for work?"

"I'm a planning coordinator at a nonprofit," you said, your voice tight.

"That's interesting, what is the organization?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"It's an outreach program for the homeless, I manage all the paperwork and the grant applications, that kind of stuff," you said, shrugging.

"How noble," he murmured, his gaze assessing.

You weren't sure if he was being sincere or not, and the comment rubbed you the wrong way.

"It's just a job," you muttered, not wanting to admit that it was something that mattered deeply to you.

"That makes you very little money, apparently," he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, not everyone can be a rich philanthropist," you shot back, your temper flaring.

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Fair point."

"Why are you really doing this?" you asked, unable to hold back the question.

"Doing what?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Blackmailing me into going on a date with you," you said, narrowing your eyes.

"You seem to have a lot of misconceptions about me," he said, his tone amused. "For starters, this isn't a date. It's an apology dinner."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Yeah, right. I've already apologized multiple times. Why did you really want to meet me?"

"You intrigue me," he said, his expression unreadable.

You were about to respond when the waiter returned, placing your meals in front of you.

"Here you go, enjoy," the waiter said, giving you a quick smile before heading off to another table.

You stared down at the pasta, it looked absolutely delicious, but you weren't about to admit that. You took a tentative bite, trying to hide your enjoyment, but it was no use. The pasta was amazing.

"Told you," he said, a knowing smile on his face.

"I'm not admitting anything," you muttered, taking another bite.

"Of course not," he said, his tone laced with amusement.

As you ate, you stole glances at him, trying to figure him out. He was a puzzle, that much was certain. But there was something dangerous lurking beneath the surface, a darkness that set your nerves on edge.

You were halfway through the meal when he spoke again.

"So, tell me more about yourself," he said, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

"What do you want to know?" you asked, keeping your voice casual.

"Anything," he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You considered his question for a moment before responding. "I work, I go home, that's pretty much it."

He gave you a look, one that said he wasn't satisfied with your answer. "That's all? There must be more to you than that."

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p' for emphasis.

"I see," he said, his expression giving nothing away.

"What about you? I know you're a rich asshole who is obsessed with their clothing and extorts money from innocent people, but other than that, not much," you said, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Pretty much, yeah," you said, shrugging.

He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "What would you say if I told you that I'm an ancient vampire who runs this city with my equally powerful and ruthless family?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, so you are crazy. Good to know."

He didn't respond, simply staring at you, his expression deadly serious.

You shook your head, finishing the last few bites of your meal. "Come on, really? Vampires? Don't insult my intelligence."

He smirked and shrugged, leaning back in his chair, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Fine, don't believe me."

The waiter returned with the check, and before you could object, Elijah paid, adding a generous tip.

"Ready to go?" he asked, standing and offering you his arm.

You wanted to refuse, to insist on paying for yourself, but the rational part of you knew that it would be futile. Besides, maybe he'd finally leave you alone after this.

"Sure," you muttered, taking his arm.

As he led you out of the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice how good he smelled, and how firm his muscles were under your hand. You hated yourself for it, but he was undeniably attractive.

"Are you done terrorizing me?" you asked, as you made your way towards the car. “Is my debt to you cleared?”

He chuckled, opening the passenger door and waiting for you to get in before responding. "The debt? Yes. Terrorizing you? Not even close.”

{Part Two}{Part Three}{Part Four}

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endereies · 7 months ago

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TAKE A SICK DAY - CS

No Nut November - Day 22

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Chris looks after you when you are sick

Begrudgingly, you listened to Chris. The last week had you coughing and borderline throwing up most mornings. You felt every cell in your body vibrate as you moved, causing feelings on your body to linger. Chris knew something was wrong when your headaches started to last longer than usual. Medication didn’t make it go away.

So, against your will, Chris called in sick to your job while you were asleep and turned off your alarms. The previous night, you had gotten worse, throwing up at 4 in the morning. You didn’t ‘wake’ him up to assist you, he did that himself. It was as if he could tell you were no longer beside him.

You were stubborn and never took sick days unless it was an emergency. But after seeing you deny how you feel, he needed to step in.

“Baby..? What time is it?” the light had begun to seep in the windows and as you sat on your elbows, your head pulsed.

“it’s noon. And you’re staying where you are.” You immediately jolted up once you heard the time, being forced awake by his voice.

“What! Chris, I have work!” He placed his grip on your shoulders, pushing you back with ease. “I’ve called in sick, I heard you throwing up your guts last night. You have been ill for over a week, please...take a sick day and take care of yourself.”

You looked down at yourself, trying to convince yourself that you were fine. That was until the coughing started again. The chesty cough making your head pulse harder said all it needed to.

“Fine.”

He smiled gently and leant over to open a drawer, pulling out some medication and a bottle of water. “Here, you have that, I’ll get some food ordered. What do you want, baby?”

You pondered while you took down the medication in one go, leaning towards a few options. “anything?”

“Obviously, anything you want, I’ll get for you.” He brought uber eats up on his phone and handed it to you, giving you free will to choose. A few shops had what you had been craving and eventually you added Chicken Alfredo to the order. You had been craving the creamy pasta for two weeks and when you finally bought the ingredients, you fell ill, having no energy to make it.

“Chicken Alfredo? No soup or anything?” A small nod answered his question.

“I’ve been craving that for too long to pass it up.” He chuckled, placing his own order in before placing his phone by his side.

“C’mere baby” His arms were held open, a perfect gap by his side for your body to lie in. Slowly, you grabbed your water and shuffled towards him, his body feeling like a hot water bottle in comparison to yourself. His arm rubbed up and down your back, tracing soothing patterns across your spine. You weren’t going to admit it, but this is what you had been craving the last few days. A soft sigh past your lips as you nuzzled further into his chest.

You felt the vibrations of his laugh and the tilt of his body as he leant down to kiss your cheek. “Chris...I’m sick, you’re gonna get ill too..”

“Baby. You’ve been ill the last week, I’ve been doing this while you sleep anyway, does it look like I give a fuck?” His lips then fell to yours, silencing any protests you had.

“Just rest now..”

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heartsforkatsuki · 18 days ago

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Gang you’re like one of my fav writers out there 🫠

Can I request smth where reader gets acne breakouts and tries to hide them from katsuki cuz she feels less pretty? I personally struggle w/ it too lol

Thank uu :)

HI ANON!! tysm for the request, i tried to do this one ASAP cs this is so me... i love this request, this was so fun to write. ty for the support!! love u

beautiful ｡°✩ k.bakugo

pairings ; bf!katsuki x reader

pov; ur boyfriend finds you beautiful no matter what

you’re sitting at your vanity, patting layers of foundation into your face when you hear the doorknob rattle.

“y/n?”

katsuki rattles the doorknob again, before speaking.

“are you okay?”

you glance at yourself in the mirror, then back at the door while shuffling, worrying about a way to cover your face.

you stand up, blending more layers of coverage on, before opening the door, staring down to your feet.

“hey, y/n.”

“yeah?”

“look up at me.”

you stayed looking down, tears filling your eyeline, before he tilted your chin up to look him in the eye.

“fuck..” he sighed. “why are you cryin’ sweets?”

you continued to turn your head away, trying your best to hide your face.

this close distance wasn’t helping.

“hey, quit hiding. what’s wrong?” he insisted, grabbing your jaw harder now.

“nothing i just…” your eyes told no lies.

“bullshit, y/n. what’s wrong?”

“i just..dont.. feel pretty right now.”

“the fuck?” he snarled, eyes growing more intense by the second.

“why? you’re gorgeous.” he huffed, letting your chin go now.

“i’ve just.. i’ve been having skin breakouts recently, and I just don’t feel pretty.”

“fuck feeling pretty.”

you looked up at him, eyes wide.

“what?”

“fuck feeling pretty. you are pretty.”

you blushed, eyes growing wider by the second.

“you’re beautiful, all the time, no matter what.”

“i promise.”

you sighed as he held his arms out, melting into his embrace.

“hey, beautiful?”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

“love you too kats.”

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ma1spa · 9 months ago

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You’ll beg me to come sext you PART ONE !!

g!p billie

Authors note: ahhh i missed u cuties sm so happy to be writing again. doing 2 parts cs i didnt wanna keep u waiting ! also idk who requested this but here u go !

Warnings: not proof read

billie releasing her third studio album came with lots of interviews and press she had to do. her team decided to send billie to korea to do some press there, so of course billie brought her girlfriend asia. even though billies schedule was super packed and probably wouldn’t have a lot of time to see her girlfriend, she still wanted to bring her.

even though asia agreed to coming along, and knew she wouldn’t be able to see billie all too much, she hated staying in the hotel all day by herself. they had been here for nearly a week now and all asia did was stay in the hotel bed all day. occasionally getting out of their room and walking around the hotel but nothing fun whatsoever. she didn't care what they were even doing, asia just wanted to be with billie. and obviously she understood that if billie had the choice then billie would be here with her too, but it didn't take away the fact that asia was still hurt.

today was an even harder day for her. while being trapped in the hotel room she decided to clean out her camera roll and while doing that she found an old photo she took of billie. it was a photo she took after they had fucked.

billie was smothered in hickys. her iconic grin being seen on her face but being slightly cut off. it made asia miss her and also made her uncomfortably horny. not having her girlfriend here to get her off sucked. and yes she could just jack off and get it over with, but she wanted to fuck with billie. she wanted to get fucked good tonight.

asia went into her suitcase and shuffled her clothes around until she found what she was looking for. her pink ruffled lingerie set that she brought just in case. in case of something like this.

she began to slip away her comfy clothes and slip on the set. she looked at herself in the mirror taking in her curves and smiled. that’s when she took out her phone.

billie was currently waiting for her 2nd interview of the day. it was 4:20 and it didn’t start until 4:30 so she still had some time. they sat her down in an empty white boring room. that’s when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. she groaned, thinking she put her phone on dnd. she took it out and checked it.

ASIA 💝 SENT AN IMESSAGE

a smile creeping on her face. billie clicked on the message, being greeted to a video. the thumbnail was a shot of the hotel room floor. billie furrowed her eyebrows and clicked on the video. the video began to play and that’s when asia got into screen. it cut to her filming herself in the mirror, her body in frame showing the set she was wearing. billie immediately started squirming in her seat, she could already feel herself get hard. her face began to heat up. “fuck.” billie said under her breath.

billie didn’t even give asia the enjoyment of replying. she left the girl on read. that was enough to tell asian what she had gotten herself into.

#billie eilish #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #girl blogging #yippie yay

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year ago

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Yandere Bully x F! Reader

Forgot to post this to Tumblr, but this was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

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TW: Noncon, dubcon, eating disorder, vomit, fatphobia, disturbing body descriptions, hair pulling, impregnation, degradation.

Today will be a good day. You won't feel like a piece of shit again. You can get through the day.

That's what you say to get through the day. It usually doesn't prove true, but you somehow manage to stay alive.

"Hey, Shamu! When is your fatass going to skip the gym again?" Kory, the boy responsible for your misery, yells, making his friends laugh.

You've been wearing your old clothes that are extremely baggy to cover up the sad state of your body. It feels weird having so much space between the clothing and your skin. Unfortunately, they don't help cover up the feeling of nausea. You run to the nearest bathroom and throw up stomach bile.

You can make it through the day. There are only eight more hours left.

You get up and walk to your first class, Calculus. By the time it's over, you barely remember what you learned. After moving through the rest of the day like a zombie, throwing up your lunch, you shuffle into the girl's changing room for the gym. You ignore the concerned and scared looks the other girls give you as you take off your shirt and pants. Admittedly, you know your body is a wreck. You can even see the veins that are supposed to be hidden by the skin on your arm. Unfortunately, your ass and chest have a bit more to go, but thankfully your boobs went from Gs to Cs. But it makes you feel good knowing Kory would have to create a new insult when you're nothing but skin and bone.

When you walk out of the changing room and go into the gym, your body bubbles with anticipation for Kory to see your body and think of something to say. You're perfect now. All of that fat has been shed to your liking. The gym is silent, and everyone is staring at you. You imagine spotlights pointing at you, and something deep inside you makes you walk with pride you shouldn't be feeling. Well, that is until you bump into your bully Kory. Your eyes meet his, and you swear you could see amazement flash between his brown eyes.

"Y/N, what happened to you?" Kory asks, his brown eyes looking all over your body.

"I don't know, but I don't feel hungry anymore," You reply, your cracked lips bleeding from just you smiling.

"Get away from me, you disgusting freak," Kory says, shoving you to the ground.

You fall and swear you could hear your heart shatter.

Why didn't he call you something else?

He didn't call you something else because you're so big and disgusting.

You're so disgusting, you attention whore.

Your eyes shift to the white ceiling, and suddenly, your vision gets enveloped in white. If this is what death feels like, it feels so warm and nice, like you're swaddled in the first blanket you ever touched as a baby.

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When you wake up, you're underneath the covers of someone's bed sheets. They smell like men's body spray, B.O., and sex. You wanna throw up, but someone puts a hand over your mouth, stopping you.

"If you throw up on my bed, I swear I'm going to ruin your ass," Kory growls, glaring at you. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

You stay silent and look away, not wanting to spill your guts.

"Since you wanna try and play games with me, I'll just punish you until you answer me," Kory says, aggressively pulling your hair and forcing your head to go up. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

"Two weeks," You croak, earning a kiss on the neck from Kory.

"Good girl," Kory replies, letting go of your hair and pulling down his sweatpants. "I know it'll take time for you to eat full meals again, so why don't we start slow."

Before you even have a chance to say anything, his hand is grabbing your hair again and shoving his cock into your mouth. You choke on his length as he forces you to take all of it.

"Did you really think I was going to help your pathetic ass without me getting some pleasure from it?" Kory groans, thrusting his hips as you choke on his cock. "Jesus, you useless piece of bones, breathe through your nose."

You do as he says through the tears, hoping he takes mercy on you. He bobs your head more and more until your whimpers are taken over by the sounds of you sucking his cock.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. Don't even attempt to make a run for the toilet to throw up, or else I'll fill up all of you with cum," Kory says, riding through his high as he presses your head harder to make sure you don't lift your head until he's done.

Kory cums into your mouth, and you feel it go straight to the back of your throat and to your stomach.

"Haha, great, now there's some calories in your stomach," Kory laughs, pushing you onto your back as he takes off your pants. "Now I get to eat you out."

You try to close your legs, but Kory forces them open.

"Just for that, I'm going to finger you instead," Kory says, getting up and holding one of your legs open.

With his other hand, he puts three fingers in and immediately fingers you with speed. You try not to let out any moans, but the minute Kory sticks his whole entire fist in, you lose it.

"Ah, fuck, Kory, faster!" You moan, making Kory laugh at you.

"Aw, is my Little Bunny not in control of her body? You wanted my attention so bad, didn't you?" Kory mocks, laughing at your hands, unbuttoning your shirt to get to your boobs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You scream, making Kory laugh at you more. "Please, make me cum!"

Kory laughs and kisses you on the lips.

"Tell me when you're cumming, Bunny," Kory whispers in your ear, licking your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Kory! I'm going to cum right now!" You moan, wrapping your arms around Kory's bare back.

Kory takes his hand out of your pussy and flips you over.

"No!" You whine, missing the high you were feeling.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I told you I was going to help you," Kory says, grabbing your hair while his other hand is on your ass. "You're going to get big and pretty again just for me."

Kory starts thrusting into you while pulling your hair, and you eventually lose yourself.

"Harder! Harder, Kory!" You moan, making him chuckle.

Both of your bodies become sweaty, and the sound of skin slapping together becomes more frequent. Even the bed is shaking like there's an Earthquake happening.

"I'm about to cum, baby!" Kory yells, tightening his grip on your hair.

"AUGH! Me too!" You scream, a knot forming in your stomach.

Kory yanks your hair hard as he cums into your pussy. You cum onto his dick and scream as an orgasm ravages you. Kory lays on top of your chest and leaves a hickey on your neck.

"If you ever think about starving yourself or throwing up any food you eat ever again, I'll shove food down your throat myself. Only I get to degrade you, Bunny," Kory threatens, keeping a tight grip on your arm. "Now, relax, and I'll get you breakfast."

"How did I even get here?" You ask, rubbing Kory's head of straight black hair.

"You passed out, and I took you to my house since I wanted to talk with you privately," Kory answers, leaving a trail of kisses. "Any other questions, Bunny."

"Are you going to make me drop out of college?"

"Temporarily. You're too sick to be going in this state. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Bunny."

#like they requested a more traumatizing yandere bully #and I tried to the best of my abilities #yandere male #yandere smut #yandere noncon #yandere dubcon #hair pulling kink #sanyuthewitch05

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aneveningsword · 2 years ago

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𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 '𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼'

pairing: Jordan Li x gn! reader warnings: not proof read words: 1355 summary: 3 different ways Jordan Li show they love you

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one Lazy days with Jordan were few and far between, staying top 5 in the ranking was a full-time job. They could not afford to miss classes, or not to do homework, for it held the possibility of dropping a rating. You understood how important the rankings were to them and you would never ask them to compromise on their dream just for a little bit more time with you. That is why you cherish these last days with them so much.

Being able to simply wake up to no alarm blaring in your ears and in a bed with your partner still there with you was pure bliss. While you enjoyed sleeping in, staying in bed trying to chase the last moments of sleep before having to open your eyes, Jordan was more of a morning person. Years of waking up early for class or events pushed them to wake up at 7am on the dot with or without an alarm. It was something they hated in the beginning, not being able to sleep the morning away no matter how much they wanted to.

But, they were quick to realise that waking up early on lazy days had its benefits. The main one is having the ability to take in your appearance without you getting embarrassed. Most of the time when you have caught Jordan looking at you, your reaction is to make a joke of it to hide the blush on your cheeks. But in the early hours of the morning, when you're still sleeping they can take in your beauty without you feeling embarrassed.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" your tried voice fills the air, breaking the small moment of tranquillity. Though your eyes were not open, you held a small grin on your face, wriggling slightly in an attempt to hide your face in Jordan's chest. A small chuckle is pulled from them as their arms wrap around your frame pulling you close.

"Nothing..." Their voice trails off for a moment as they place a small kiss on your temple. "You're just beautiful." A small laugh is pulled from your body as you lean back to look at them. A loving smile on your face as you lean up to kiss their jaw slightly. Not many would believe how affectionate Jordan could be behind closed doors.

two To many getting bad grades was not the worst thing in the world, the age-old saying is 'Cs get Degrees'. But to you getting good grades was important. You had worked so hard on this essay, had put countless hours and a few sleepless nights into this, and yet you got a grade you felt you did not deserve. It was soul-crushing and ripped any drive out of your body.

Since opening the notification on your vphone about your grades being released, you have not left your dorm. You just did not have the strength to go out and do something, to ask your partner about their grade or head down to the quad to get some vought-a-burger. You simply wished for the day to finish and you are able to start fresh tomorrow.

"(Y/N), I know you're in there. Open the door." A groan is pulled from your bed-bound body as you roll over to have your back to the door in the hopes it would be enough to get Jordan to leave. But if your partner is anything it is stubborn. "Don't ignore me." Loud knocks follow the next words, too loud to try and ignore.

An annoyed whine escapes you as your legs kick the covers off of your body, allowing the cold air to sprout goose bumps on your exposed skin. Your fluffy sock-clad feet pad across the floor as you move to open the door. You only open it a crack before you shuffle back to bed to rot in your bed. "Finally, I thought I was going to have to break your door down." The words come out as a huff as Jordan moves around your room, opening the blinds to allow some light into the dimly lit room.

"I'm not in the mood today Jordan," The muffle of your voice pulls Jordan towards your blanket-covered body. Eyebrows furrowed slightly as they wondered where the sadness in your voice had stemmed from. "I can tell, what is going on with you?" You can feel Jordan getting closer, the mattress dipping slightly as they haul themself onto it.

Your back is to them in a feeble attempt to protect your composure knowing if you turn to face them you'll end up crying. Their hand comes down on your shoulder, slightly rubbing the duvet cover skin. A small uneven breath leaves you as Jordan waits slightly for you to just tell them what is wrong. "My grade came out today..." You take a small pause, knowing if you speak it becomes too real. "... I did horrible. I worked so hard on the essay and got like nothing."

Your voice had become watery as you turned around to be facing Jordan, eyes looking at them for a reaction. It felt silly saying it out loud, but it did nothing to quell the hurt it brought. "You're smart, you'll bounce back. This is nothing." Jordan attempts to comfort you, hand moving from your shoulder to soothe down your unruly hair.

"But what if I don't? I'll have nothing, no one would want to give me a job." While it may be a little dramatic, to think your life is ruined over one grade, you could not help it. Jordan hums softly allowing the silence to settle before they speak, "What do you mean? You'd have me." The words brought a watery smile to your face as you opened your arms for a hug. Jordan simply had a way with words that could pull you out of whatever slump you have found yourself in.

three Nighttime 'field trips' with your partner and your small group of friends were always fun. Going out to clubs, getting drunk and high, the risk of getting caught. It was always exciting, a healthy way to get the blood pumping. Having to be back to your dorm before a certain time was restricting, it made you feel like you were in a cell, not a dorm.

Sitting on leather couches, chatting and passing baggies around was how the night always opened. Chatting about anything as you share the goods you have brought, washing it down with some fruity cocktail mix. It was only time before you all moved around the club, whether to dance, lean at the bar trying to get free drinks or flirty with some poor unsuspecting woman.

Dancing with Cate and Marie can only hold your attention for so long before you're yelling in her ear that you're going to go sit on the couches once more. With a nod from the blonde, you push through the sweaty dancing wall of people, light-headed and dizzy trying to make it to your destination.

It had taken you longer than you thought to find the couches where Jordan and Andre sat, chatting about something you were not paying attention to. Plopping onto the cushion beside your partner you allowed your body to mesh into the plush cushions. A small hello is offered to you by Jordan with a hand resting on your thigh, running the thin clothed skin. Thumb running over the flesh softly as they continue to chat with Andre.

A small hum is pulled from you as you rest most of your weight on their side, head resting on their shoulder. Sometime during your zoning out, Andre had gotten up for some reason or another, leaving the pair of you alone. "Tried?" There is a joking tone to Jordan's words and they shuffle a little to make you more comfortable. Humming softly your eyes droop a little as the loud music of the club begins to simply fade away. "Rest, I've got you," with the confirmation your eyes full shit for a small power nap, trusting Jordan to be the perfect makeshift pillow

#jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li imagines #jordan li headcanons #jordan li #gen v imagines #gen v jordan li

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daily-whistlebreeze · 4 months ago

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i've posted about it a bit but I'm trying to save the WindClan family tree from collapsing under the weight of the erins' lack of foresight. Whistlebreeze's family is already fully ironed out and I don't think I'll play with the HeatherBreeze kids or who Heather and Breeze's parents are (I kinda want this tree to be semi canon adjacent, so no massive crossclan couples that would have repercussions on the further events (though I am never against a sneaky relationship like Gorsetail and Beechfur technically had)), but since the rest of the clan is a blank slate, I'm asking you if you have some things you usually imagine about the WindClan family tree that I could incorporate into this save I'm attempting.

I already know I'm shuffling all the ASC and CS kittens (so Larkwing's litter, the second FeatherOat one, Fluff and Silky and the AppleFlutter kids) because one family DOES NOT need this many kittens. I'm already set on Fluff and Silky being ex-kittypets, but all other three litters are fully fair game for any other WindClanner. That right now is either going to be a Single Dad, or a cat I save from dying unceremoniously somewhere in TNP-AVOS (and though my options are limited, I'll scrounge through these cats like my life depends on it).

So, my main question right now is if there are specific cats from WindClan you'd want to not be dead? I'm already saving Sunstrike and replacing Whiskernose with her, but there are absolutely other cats that should also be alive and I'm curious if you have suggestions.

#warrior cats #windclan #Announcement #A few important deaths will sadly have to stay though (though for me that's mostly Antpelt for obvious plot reasons and Swallowtail and #Thistleheart who have a lot of influence on my Larkwing headcanons and I'm keeping that set in stone for the daily whisverse)

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 10 months ago

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Saw your offer and I'm not enough of a horror writer to pull this off perhaps, but you just might be :)

The scene is two field researchers going out to check cameras in the wilderness. It could be day, it could be night, that's up to you. One of them sees a cool plant and pulls out their species identification app to see what it is, as field researchers are apt to do. As a joke, they point the camera of the identification app at their fellow researcher, except it doesn't identify them as human, but rather, some other entity.

That's the prompt! You can take this in any direction you want - maybe the monster eats the researcher, maybe this is news to both of them, whatever you like. I would tell this story to freak out the other field researchers I worked with, so I think having a full version would be awesome :)

You're the best!

Aww, thanks! To be honest, I was inspired by what you did for your 600 follower celebration :)) I do hope I did this justice! It ended up being just over 900 words, hehe

*****

It was a miserable day slogging through the driest bits of the marsh, flies all abuzz around us. The morning had been slated to be sunny, and in preparation of that I had slathered sunscreen all over me and a sunhat besides. Nonetheless, I was drenched in sweat, and all the mosquito repellant in the world couldn't have stopped the army that decided to feast on delicious type AB-.

Pierce was the sole saving grace of it. He might've been a weirdo, at least according to the other interns, but he cracked jokes, helped pull me out of those awful little mires where my foot would get stuck, and hoisted me on his shoulders to grab the cameras.

All through that walk, we saw not a single bird. It was almost as though they were avoiding something, and in a perverse way, I was grateful for that. In my current mood, I may well have thrown my backpack at any bird I came across, quit my internship, and left to go be a barista.

As we approached the umpteenth camera on our checklist, Pierce stopped me. “Say, what's that little guy over there?”

I stopped and let out a brief grunt of frustration. “Who cares? It's almost the end of our internship anyway- Oh, what is that?”

“It's a plant.” Pierce prodded a leaf experimentally.

“Yeah, I can tell. What the hell is it?” I'd spent far too much time garnering a reputation for myself as the plant-nerd amongst our group to be confounded by some random little sprout. “Give me a moment, I think it's time to try out that ID app, eh?”

I fished out my phone and aimed it at the plant. “Well, whaddya know? It's not showing. That's odd,” I muttered. “Is it working?”

“Gimme it,” Pierce replies, snatching the phone out of my hands. “Let's see if it can identify you.”

He froze. A shadow of something flickered across his face, before he plastered a fake smile on. “The latest update must've broken it ,I guess.”

“Really? Let me see!” I tried to take my phone back, curious. “Did it call me a tree or something?”

He lifted it up, just out of my reach, and took a step back. His smile grew more brittle, almost as if he were… afraid of me? “No, it's nothing. Ju- Just gonna close the app now, shall I?”

I shook my head. “Tell me what you saw,” I demanded. “What did it tell you I was? I assure you, it was lying.” I don't think my words were very convincing.

Shaking his head vigorously, he shuffled back, before tripping over a root. “Shit!” He scrambled even more, breath coming in little gasps. I could smell the fear in his sweat.

It made me hungry.

“Don't be like that, Pierce,” I cooed, stalking towards him. “It's almost the end of our internship. Be a good boy, and return my phone.”

He tried to struggle, he really did. But I had my hooks into him, and no mere mortal had ever escaped once they were in my clutches. I took the phone and glanced at it.

“Warning: Inhuman entity spotted? Danger level: High? Wowza, these things are getting good.” Mindlessly, I threw the phone into the water. “Perhaps I'll try for a degree in CS after this, get a good look at the insides of software development. At least that way I won't have to go out into the sun so often. Let me tell you: It really does make a girl appreciate her immortality all the more.”

My teeth were starting to protract, the result of being stimulated by- Damn it, the lectures I'd been going to were far too deeply ingrained into me. “Now, before we take down this last camera, let me ask you something: Have you ever seen me in the tapes we took?”

Pierce went still, connecting the dots. I laughed. “Oh, you sweet, sweet summer child. To be honest, I'm grateful you were so naive. I mean- I was certain I'd get caught at some point. A vampire wildlife researcher? That's almost as ridiculous as a vampire retail worker! Oh, but I did it. I think I deserve a treat for that, don't you?”

He struggled against invisible bonds, eyes flitting left and right. His teeth were gritted hard enough to show his jaw muscles, and I patted his cheek.

“Don't worry ‘bout a thing, P. It'll all be over soon,” I told him, baring my fangs. “I'll even make sure to get rid of the evidence afterwards.”

"Don't," he hissed, barely able to get his words past my grip. "Please, Elsie. This isn't you." I showed no signs of stopping, so he played his last, desperate card. "Someone- Someone will find out. They'll catch you."

"We're all alone in the woods, pal. Nobody's gonna find you. Ever." I paused. "Think on the bright side, though. You always wanted to give back to the environment. Now you get to! Your bones will fuel these trees for the weeks to come."

I leaned into his neck, which was already welling up from my little dengue-carrying bloodsucker cousins' bites, and ran my fangs along the artery that popped off out. “I'd say goodnight, but it's still light out. So, good afternoon, Pierce,” I whispered to his neck. “Good afternoon and good bye.”

Then I sank my fangs into his throat and drank him dry.

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laurelnose · 9 months ago

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i saw an essay when Book of Hours came out that said the Librarian was different from the Cultist because the Cultist has no friends and is just holed up somewhere pursuing higher mysteries while using people as ritual parts, while the Librarian is a member of the community at Brancrug. (It was hilarious how fast BoH swung the fandom consensus on the Cultist from “they’re pretty competent” to “oh the Cultist is a fucking idiot,” lmfao.) anyways uhh they’re right but since House of Light came out I have realized that I like playing BoH exactly the same way I play CS, which is to say I hole up in my big weird house for days on end shuffling my card decks and forgetting other people exist, only to be unpleasantly surprised when the season changes and someone shows up at my door. community what community. The Deep Mysteries need to be shelved.

[very mild, largely mechanical House of Light spoilers to follow]

salons are pretty fun once you’ve got enough resources to not feel squeezed about them though. They take a lot of prep and you have to time your invitations correctly so that your visitors arrive while you’re still flush with soul, but I do enjoy the conversation with the guests. and it does feel nice to be able to write to visitors, even if I’m not doing it very often. like the Librarian really is connected to the outside world and not just hopelessly unmoored from other people at Hush House, at the mercy of whoever randomly bothers to make the trek out to Brancrug. I’m still spending most of my money on Unusual Help and haven’t been able to budget much for dishes but I’m almost done unlocking the House and will soon be able to buy much more food. I like that lessons are now functionally infinite and I don’t have to worry about trying to get the timing right for Numa lessons anymore. I’ve not done a lot of incident follow-up (Spencer is coming next Numa and he will be my first) but I think I shall have to prioritize doing more of them. And I shall have to find out if my Numa incident can be followed up on too, once it concludes.

[“how have you been playing for a week and still haven’t concluded any incidents” I am BEING ANTISOCIAL, as previously established.]

i am so sad that Numa visitors don’t leave calling cards. I understand why but the only thing I really wanted from the visitors update was the ability to make Julian Coseley show up whenever I want. 😭 Can you host a salon during Numa if you are careful with your invitation timing?? I will have to check if the Numa guests have food preference aspects.

two final things. 1) please let me buy eggs oh my god. eggs require three soul cards (collect vegetable sack. feed chicken. collect egg from chicken) which considering that the going rate for a soul card at the Sweet Bones is 12p and that you can’t multitask with beasts e.g. feeding Tuppence while collecting from Terrence, makes eggs one of THEE most complicated and expensive ingredients to obtain. It’s more straightforward to collect from the gulls but considering the pull rate is 33% eggs, that’s still basically three soul cards per egg, this time with aspect constraints! I will pay fucking spintriae for eggs, just let me use currencyyyyy. 2) the fucking shelving system is still giving me fits, I think it’s been improved somewhat for the books (I didn’t play the Daymare update so IDK if it was that or HoL) but where the hell am I supposed to put ANYTHING else. When I order all the ingredients I need for cooking, where do they go, the fucking bridge? Gross! Immersion-breaking! I need more pantry space.

(I unfortunately have limited patience for the shelf thing. The most concrete manifestation of my COVID trauma is I can’t STAND irregularly shaped shelves anymore. Circulation dropped by >70% during lockdown and took years to recover. Public library collections are sized with the expectation that a certain percentage of the collection will live with patrons; we were not and still aren’t equipped to house our entire collection in-house. I spent a year of my life jury-rigging shelves to get things to fit. The bane of my existence became shelves so specifically designed for a certain type of media that they couldn’t be extended or repurposed for other things. Having to constantly shuffle books around between ~aesthetic~ little nooks isn’t cute or cozy, it’s just bad fucking library design. When the shelving mechanic on BoH works it’s a thing of beauty but there are simply NOT ENOUGH SHELVES. I just want to fit my reasonably-sized collection on one screen. Also the scrolls should stack on top of each other. Catch my Librarian spending their stipend on ripping out the entire Westcott Room and redoing it for space efficiency)

#secret histories tag #laurelnose.txt #i dont wanna be at work rn i wanna be at hush house :(

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aurorawest · 1 year ago

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Reading update

Light Up the Lamp by Kit Oliver - 5/5 stars

Kit Oliver can do no wrong, I guess. I figured I'd like this one a lot given that I loved her other two novels, but hockey books usually aren't five star reads for me. Along comes this book! Unrelentingly lovely, and even though I knew it was going to have an HEA, I still found myself worried that Gil wasn't going to figure shit out.

The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell - 5/5 stars

Gorgeous book that read like a dreamy, dark fairy tale. The first book by Arden Powell I read was really funny, and this was like the complete opposite. Powell has range! This one is sad, but still has a happy ending. If you like Emily Tesh's Greenhollow Duology, I highly recommend this one. They're definitely in the same vein.

Deosil by Jordan L Hawk - 4.75/5 stars

I was SO SAD to get to the end of this series. Whyborne, Griffin, Christine, Iskander, Persephone, Maggie, Niles...I could go on, I love them all. It's hard to say good-bye but they all got a wonderful ending.

The Inside Edge by Ashlyn Kane - 3/5 stars

The Taste of Desert Green by Kim Fielding - 4.25/5 stars

Your Lonely Nights Are Over by Adam Sass - 1/5 stars

Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James - 4/5 stars

Roustabout by Morgan Brice - 3/5 stars

Prince in Disguise by Tavia Lark - 5/5 stars

Loved this one just as much as the first in the series. I expected the Draskorans to be...idk, like stereotype fantasy barbarians, so it was extremely refreshing that they weren't.

Old Time Religion by EH Lupton - 5/5 stars

Ahhhhhhhh I love this series!! I really really enjoyed the first book, and I loved this one even more. Really good, really original. I can't recommend this one and Dionysus in Wisconsin enough!

A Thief and a Gentleman by Arden Powell - 3.5/5 stars

The Devil to Pay by Katie Daysh - 4.75/5 stars

If you like Patrick O'Brian but find yourself thinking, surely this could be more gay? Then Katie Daysh's books are for you. This is the second in the series and I was delighted to learn yesterday from her newsletter that she's working on the third, because I definitely am not ready for the series to end! The first book was from Nightingale's POV (there might have been some bits from Courtney's POV? But not many), and this one is entirely from Courtney's. Courtney and Nightingale didn't actually get to spend much time together in this one so I hope they catch more of a break in book 3.

Lord of Eternal Night by Ben Alderson - DNF at pg 6

The Engineer by CS Poe - 4/5 stars

The Larks Still Bravely Singing by Aster Glenn Gray - 5/5 stars

If you're not reading Aster Glenn Gray yet, why not? Why not??? Seriously, if you like Cat Sebastian, PLEASE give Aster Glenn Gray a try. I have yet to read a book by the woman that isn't gorgeous. This book is set right at the tail end of WWI and into the interwar period and is about two young English men who were injured and invalided out of the army. They're both disabled (Robert, the POV character, is missing a leg, and David is missing a hand) and have PTSD.

Also recommended if you like KJ Charles's Will Darling Adventures trilogy. The Larks Still Bravely Singing is just straight historical romance, not romantic suspense, but it deals with similar themes.

Guardians of Dawn: Zhara by S Jae-Jones - DNF at pg 24

Mr Warren's Profession by Sebastian Nothwell - 4.75/5 stars

LOVED this book. I think it's the only historical romance I've read that uses the Industrial Revolution so heavily in the plot, which I really enjoyed. Plus, gorgeous cover.

Honey Mead Murder by Dahlia Donovan - DNF at pg 5

A Market of Dreams and Destiny by Trip Galey - 3.25/5 stars

String Theory by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James - 3.75/5 stars

One Night in Hartswood by Emma Denny - 5/5 stars

I honestly don't know why, when I received this book in like, November, I didn't immediately put it on the top of my TBR pile. I knew I was going to love it; I was super excited to get my copy. Every time I've shuffled my TBR (like, my actual physical TBR...it's a whole thing...it's actually been mistaken for my full book collection but haha no that's just 200 books I haven't read yet sitting on my stairs...), I've lamented that it's not closer to the top. And then I realized, this is literally my TBR and my own weird fake rules that I've made up about it, so I can actually just pull it from the stack and read it now. So I did!

And yeah, I loved it. So much. Raff and Penn will probably live rent free in my mind forever, not to mention Ash and Lily. I loved the medieval setting (another setting you don't see much in queer historical romance!) and how it really felt like a different world than ours. Plus I'm a sucker for road trip romances. And daddy issues. And horrific scars.

And ugh, the training scenes. The sexual tension. The PINING. Masterfully done. Chef's kiss.

Also we're going to find out who Oliver was, right? RIGHT??? And what happened to Penn's brother?

Out of Touch by Michael Sarais - DNF at pg 7

The Long Call by Ann Cleeves - 4.25/5 stars

Always enjoy a mystery that's well-paced and well-written. I've never actually read anything by Ann Cleeves but I'm going to pick up the rest of this series.

The Death I Gave Him by Em X Liu - DNF at pg 284

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reinafish · 3 months ago

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I wanna change Sonia’s name in this au cs i see everyone else do it and it looks fun!! And they’re right it IS similar to Sonic

But itd also be so in character of her to name herself smth similar😭(she’s transfem)

But anyways i put my playlist on shuffle and got Hazel so <33 here we go chat

#against the better judgement of stars⭐️au

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sentientstump · 2 years ago

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yall really want me to spill the beans about the song, eh? 😭🙈

[orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect? ] x5

So many asked, so I'm going to go full details here:

I haven't listened to that many songs in life, mind you, so my answer would be Playing By The Rules by Red Vox (quinn you already listened to it on loop, sorry, no new info for you) I find it very great to my ears on all sound levels, every time I listen to it I try to focus on different instruments because i don't want to get bored of it xD I really enjoy the MV for it too! The theme, the style fits so nicely that sometimes it's difficult to separate it from the song itself (also, i saw that Mason Lindroth inspiration from miles away, so +quadspillion points to this MV!) The ONLY downside (upside in disguise) is that its so short... but! I have this feeling of silent appreciation when it comes up on shuffle play, yknow. Gotta enjoy things while they last! And I guess this song is a good exercise for me. Also if you asked me this question like 8 months ago I would've answered with Reno by Red Vox too .... I think I have a thing for gambling themes in songs- xD oh well

[sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? ]

Oooh man, I haven't thought about this before! I don't think I have strong preference towards one 'medium' of art? I just really enjoy when someone uses the medium in a very 'their' way, because what is more touching than their love to the craft? I mean, of course there's people who hate their craft but good at it, and maybe that's a little touching to me too in a more.... tiny humans on a pale blue dot in a vast space of cosmos sorta way? If you catch my drift

[edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you? ]

ahaha, I keep wondering why people don't ask me about it more frequently "xD (one person got me though) It's from PesterChum's rules of creating nicknames (Homestuck's chat app). I had to come up with a name based on my attributes at the time, so I wrote something like "artisticArtist" but then in one chat group I somehow got the lore that I am a stump??? So that one originated from there. And then I tried to follow the rules of nicknames by writing "cleverStump" instead, because it's CS which is 1/2 closer to the GCAT rule. But then I said "screw it" and thought that sentientStump is more accurate to ✨the lore✨ , because I am sentient, but not smart (I also have a screenshot of it (thank you 13 y.o. me) but I cannot find it currently, maybe someday)

[chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts? ]

I really like to receive trinkets of any kind! They're usually small, usually cheap (I mean if they are expensive then im double happy and double sad of your wallet :c ), usually infinite happy chemicals in my brain! Magnets, pins, keychains, art supplies, gift paper bags, boxes, crafting materials and so on! I really enjoy things that are small (no joke here lol xD)

[aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life? ]

Everything mundane. like legit, whatever there is in life I want to experience it. Well, there is some no-no's such as physical pain? xD i don't want to experience a broken bone but i like the thought of experiencing wearing a cast. Or something...? 😅 I gotta experience all of the world has to offer but i do understand that i never will. Y'know, small things like walking at 16:45 on a ground road to the place where people apparently are fishing! (before walking there i didnt know!) Or eating a melted popsicle in a plastic wrap on a balcony watching a thunderstorm dissipate, or standing on a bus stop at 20:05 for one hour to understand that the buses on the bus app lied to you and no one will appear and you run to the 24hr store to buy yourself instant noodles for your dinner because you won't be able to join your family and their dinner in the countryside? Stuff like this y'know! Makes me enjoy life fr👍🏼 genuinely

[cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)? ]

Driving! But only theory rn "xD

[bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home? ]

Of course! Who doesn't? o_o jk jk, it's totally cool! I tried it once because why not (look at [aloe vera] above) and tbh... not my thing! Especially when the outfit has 400 layers because of the 9 month winter, brrr. The apartment gets a lot of heating, so gotta unpeal the layers! At summer it's reverse i guess? I'm usually hanging out at my countryside house (technically two houses but same plot) and i change to the most "outside work" outfit possible after taking a short trip to the grocery store with my "i am from the city, downtown" outfit XD So basically i change into a more comfortable outfit and more worn down👍🏼✨

[chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else? ]

i have this very specific inside joke with my longest irl I've ever had (since 3y.o. 💪🏼💪🏼) We keep asking each other and their doggy Deya questions like: "[you're] Sitting?", "Sleeping?", "Eating?", "Walking?", "Staring?", "Barking?", "Taking a toilet?" etc. in a "what are you doing currently?" tone. It's so dumb!!!! I love it! xD

#holy crap xD i decided to make a some sort of masterpost for these! so feel free to just read one question of your choosing #i might add to this in the future or make a part two if the asks are a lot again #sorry for such a long post! '':D i also decided it would be an introduction to my personality in a way and i will add it to the pinned post #hopefully i answered everyone!#answeringstump #textstump #long post

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arbellas-bakery · 2 years ago

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For the ask thing; 9, 11,13.

9. What are your file name conventions YYYY.MM.YY, IP [character/title]. Lately, I've been putting "BL/BS" or "CL/CS" at the end (outside of the brackets) for large and small finals in black/white and color, respectively. It's kinda a mashup of a couple of my naming systems for my (extensive) reference library.

I guess it's a little more complicated than that, but here's my fanart folder for an example. 11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what Nothing specific to drawing. Usually it's music, either on shuffle or a whole album. Sometimes I'll have an educational yt video going, or a vtuber, and rarely an actual show playing. 13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing idk about this one. I'm not great at names to begin with, and I don't generally follow people that make things that aren't my thing, so? I guess there's a lot of historical artists like that. Dedicated, groundbreaking, whatever, but I don't like their art.

#art asks #thank you!

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blackdeathfan5 · 1 month ago

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pbaz7 · 4 months ago

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Hi pookie stinka poopie butt🥰🥰 I love when you post it makes my night

warning: sexual content

- pbaz7 says as the audience cheers

For the past four days, she had woken up alone, the sheets cold beside her

- what… i didn’t hear that….

But each time, Azzi had given her some vague response about where she was.

- is she planning a surprise or smth.. hehe um this feels rly very angsty I don’t like it.

“Don’t worry about it, baby, go to bed.” Azzi mumbled, her words thick with sleep.

- uh no.

The next morning, Paige woke up alone in Azzi’s bed. Again.

- AAAAAAHHHHHH I WISH THEY HAD THE CHOKING EMOTE AS AN EMOJI BC WTFFFFDFF

“I think Azzi’s cheating on me.”

- in what world would this EVER be true.

“You gotta be trolling,” Jana said, shaking her head.

- right.

“Paige bro, please be serious.”

- right be fucking forreal

“There’s literally no way Azzi is cheating on you.”

- !!!!!!

“She’s been gone every morning this week when I wake up and she turned off her location for everyone.”

- wait but is it close to October 20th??? Bday surprise????

There was a loud what?! in the background, followed by clatter—something dropping, then frantic shuffling.

- bro azzi js had a stroke, died, came back, had a seizure, passed out, woke up, then SCURRIED to the phone

“Where’d you hear that?” Azzi asked.

- her left eye is twitching

Azzi exhaled sharply. “Give her the phone.”

- gentle parenting??? (Scared for u paigey)

Azzi let out a slow breath. “Paige… I promise you, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that to you baby.”

- it’s a surprise for u paigey pls

On the other side of campus, Azzi was sitting with Caroline, surrounded by an array of balloons and flowers.

- SEE PAIGE

“I really thought she’d piece together you were doing something for her birthday.”

- OH MY GOSH IM A TELEPATH OH MY GOSH I FUCKING PREDICTED AUTHOR PLEASE SAY IM AMAZING FOR THIS

Azzi shut the door quietly behind her, her eyes immediately finding the lump on Paige’s bed.

- why is she a lump omg???? Paige honey you are gonna be ok🙂

Paige slowly pulled the covers back from her head,

- she is so cute gosh

“I wouldn’t survive if you cheated on me.”

- baby ☹️

“And I need you to hear me when I tell you that you will never have to find out what that feels like.”

- soulmates in every universe.

“Kinda obsessed, don’t ya think?”

- kinda?????????

“You should’ve just told me if you wanted to have a secret girlfriend.”

- maaannneeeee gtfo

glancing down at Paige with a smile. “Good morning, birthday girl.”

- I still can’t believe i predicted this I’m so hype (WAAAAIIIIITTTT BIRTHDAY = JEREMIH = SEXUAL CONTENT WOOP WOOP🥳)

She blinked up at Azzi, her mind sluggishly catching up. “…Wait.”

- her slow ass…

“I thought it was supposed to be my birthday or something.”

- rightttt let Paige get in her bday suit bruh

And she really didn’t. Just a hoodie and beige splatter jeans—simple.

- I know this fit.

She had thrown on a brown set she’d just gotten from a Savage X Fenty ad—a cropped top that showed off her piercing, paired with matching sweats. A jacket was draped over her shoulders to keep herself warm

- I watch this ad daily cs azzi is js so

Azzi smiled, grabbing her keys from the counter. “I banned them from bothering you today.”

- yk kk gonna be lurking in a corner somewhere

“Passenger princess.”

- duh

Azzi picked up the menu, scanning it for options, but Paige didn’t even bother.

- chicken fingers and fries warriors unite!!!!!!!

Paige smirked. “I meannn…”

- Ik she did her fuckass rizz hands too. Lightskin ass.

eyes flickering between both of them as if she couldn’t decide which one to focus on..

- REAL

She slid her hand up slightly, fingers toying with the hem of Azzi’s cropped top. Azzi casually smacked Paige’s hand away without even pausing.

- 1. I forgot they were at a diner for breakfast and 2. Chill????

Paige exhaled slowly, trying to pull herself back together as she finally looked up. The moment the waiter locked eyes with her, she froze. She hadn't actually seen Paige’s eyes last time—hadn’t realized just how beautiful and striking the shade of blue was. And paired with whatever intensity Paige was still carrying from Azzi’s words, it nearly knocked the air out of her.

- sigh I wish Paige was real like her eyes and eye contact is so much to melt a person gosh I need her so bad 💔 happy for azzi tho

“I have to say, you two are probably the most attractive couple I’ve ever seen in person. It’s actually kind of unfair.”

- I know that’s right.

are you two looking for a third?”

- the look of pure terror on my face is indescribable

Paige, mid-sip of her water, immediately chokes, coughing hard as she nearly knocks the glass over

- glad I wasn’t drinking my water cs I swear I would’ve died

“I need you to have a good back for later.”

- I love you az but you’re gonna have Paige face down ass up??????? Be so fr gango

“Yes, mom. Just sore.”

- yes mommy

Paige eased herself into the ice bath, a sharp groan escaping her lips as the cold water bit at her skin.

- ice bath 1 time ever. Never EVER again.

"Exactly, gotta keep us warm." She let her lips move lower, brushing against Azzi’s collarbone.

- she’s highkey freaked out

Basically a free show.

- waiter wouldn’t mind

“What’s going on?”

- what’s goin oooowwwnnnnn???? what’s happenin????

The team erupted from the darkness, jumping out from their hiding spots with a chorus of “Happy Birthday!”

- bdb bday!!!!

“This better not be some weird conditioning session disguised as a birthday gift,” Paige mumbled.

- she knows azzi too well

“Is that SZA?

- WIFE

The room was softly lit with candles, a warm glow reflecting off the scattered white and purple rose petals forming a trail across the floor. Light purple balloons floated gently, filling the space but not overwhelming it.

- aawwwweeeeeee

When she looked down at her plate, a laugh escaped her. It was simple—exactly the kind of meal she liked.

- CHICKEN FINGERS AND FRIES RAAAAAHHH

Paige scoffed. “I’m not corny.”

- 🤨🤨 maaaannnneeee let’s js be truthful

"You forgetting I can get you off without touching you Paige?"

- PAIGE GET UUUUUHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUHH OMG (believable)

The calmness was unnerving in a way Azzi wasn’t used to, and she felt the weight of it settle on her chest.

- oouuu girl I’m nervous

Paige’s lips curled into that faint, unreadable smile as she sat down and patted her lap. “Come here, baby.”

- ooouu girl.

Azzi scoffed. “I don’t get nervous.”

- NO I HATE WHEN PEOPLE LIE DO NOT LIE

Azzi leaned down, capturing Paige’s lips in a kiss that was meant to be deep—but Paige had other plans.

- I think I should go

ITS YO BIRTHDAY SO I KNOW YOU WANT TO RIIIIIIIIIIDE OUT

For the next twenty minutes,

- must be hell

“Anything,”

- dangerous one liner

“Touch yourself Az.”

- I have a feeling Ik what she’s doing so imma go

Maybe: Leah Caldwell.

- I don’t even know what to say

“Answering the phone.”

- this is my fav thing to happen in books n shi

“She’s busy.”

- yup

Paige’s palm pressed down against her stomach as she worked into her faster, making her body arch slightly in reaction. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as a quiet, “Oh my god fuck” slipped past her lips.

- 😝

Paige’s jaw drops as she looks down, the mess between them slowly sinking in. Then a huge grin spreads across her face.

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY HO

You a freaky ass author yk that???? This ate REAL bad. This also took me an hour to read bc im also watching dance moms so… anyways im still hype I guessed it was Paigeys bday but now we DEF need azzi’s bday. K that’s all goodnight

- annoying poopie anon 🥸

hehe um this feels rly very angsty I don't like it.

this made me laugh a lil lol

her left eye is twitching

literally

OH MY GOSH IM A TELEPATH OH MY GOSH I FUCKING PREDICTED AUTHOR PLEASE SAY IM AMAZING FOR THIS

loll i’ll give this one to you

I know this fit.

glad you recognized it

chicken fingers and fries warriors unite!!!!!!!

i actually don’t judge you guys

ice bath 1 time ever. Never EVER again.

they’re really not that bad to me

CHICKEN FINGERS AND FRIES RAAAAAHHH

you 👹

must be hell

it’s actually basically heaven :)

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