moonstrider9904 · 8 months ago
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Also why is Crosshair still bald
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doromoni · 2 months ago
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Not Over the Papaya | OP81
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⊹ 。•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚
Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader
Genre : Fluff Smau
A/N : Here ya go peeps 🧡
Face claim : Jennie Kim
Warnings : Cursing, Grammatical Errors
Song : Love is Weird - Julia Michaels
Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.
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Y/N. close friends 4mins
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“Hi”
“Did you get to sleep at all yesterday?”
“A little bit.”
“Oh honey, I wished I was there with you”
“I wish you were here too Y/bf.”
“At least try to have power naps today alright?”
“Ok”
“Do you want some good news?”
“hmm, sure”
“your EP is in number 1”
“Yeah… yey”
“Y/N…. I’m really sorry for what’s happening. Neither you nor Osc deserves this”
“I know… hey Y/bf, I kinda tired. Call you later? ”
“Okay.”
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mclaren Lan 🤝 Osc . United and ready for Quali!
Ln4 LETS GO!!
user1 I could sense a PR cover up when I see one 🙂
user2 Admins are really trying to cover up what Lando did yesterday…
user3 Ok let’s all pretend that they dont want to kill each other
user4 Oscar is acting the shit out of that smile.
user5 I’m sorry Mclaren, I love you… but covering up what Lando did is just a no no
user6 United? really??
user7 Can’t hear you… Until ur Dead EP is playing on Max volume
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“Good luck with Quali, Luv.”
“I love you Osc”
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“Oscar! I’m so glad you called…”
“I’m sorry for not coming back to our room sooner. I just needed time to think alone. “
“I won’t lie Osc, you scared me shitless. but I completely understand. I- uhm … uh. Did you get my voicemails? ”
“ Yes… but I didn’t open it, I’m sorry. I wanted to talk to you in person … about everything, about us— I- haven’t opened any of my socials because i wanted to hear from you first.
“Oh… thats probably the smartest thing to do. Osc I’m really sorry for dragging you into this.”
“I know you are Y/N. I uhm — I really need to know something right now. It’s driving me crazy”
“Yes of course. whatever you like Osc. ”
“Was the photo real?”
“Yes. but it was from years before”
“Do you still love him?”
“No. I don’t love Lando. Not anymore”
“Y/N… I-. Look I love you so much Y/N and I love what we have right now.”
“Oscar… You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore”
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loveshotzz · 1 year ago
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Hi Leighanne 🩷 can I please request on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. with Colours Steve please? 👀
So fuckin excited to revisit the Foxy Lounge for Halloween!
Hi baby 💗 thank you for your request, I know how much you guys love colors!steve and how much I always avoid him 😂 so here is my gift to you for always being so sweet.
A/N: This blurb comes from my series Colors, you can read this as a stand alone if you want. Steve is in his 40’s and you’re in your 20’s and his daughters (her name is Jenny) best friend from college. For those that read the series, this takes place right after chapter three. enjoy 💗
WC: 1k
Warnings:18+ age gap (Steve is in his 40’s, R is in her 20’s) Best friends dad (affectionally known as colors!steve) semi public smut, dirty talk, cream pie all the time.
Older!bestfriendsdad!steve x fem!reader
You knew what you wanted saying yes to Jenny when she invited you on an impromptu trip to visit her Dad for a long weekend. Just like you knew what you wanted when you found yourself at his bedroom door at 4am despite calling it quits after New Year’s Eve, you just didn’t know he would give it to you.
The dark violet sky starts to burst with hues of oranges and pinks, the golden sun breaking through the last bit of night that has warm rays shine against already heated skin. The grip you have on the railing of his balcony is just as hard as Steve’s grip on your hips. Sleep shorts forgotten down by your ankles along with your oversized shirt. His gray sweatpants are pushed halfway down his hairy thighs, while the pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises you’ll have to lie to Jenny about later.
The blunt ends of his nails dig crescent moons with each desperate roll of his hips, the sound of your slick growing loud enough to have you scared of waking her up with her bedroom window not that far from his on the second floor. The silver chain he wears runs cool up the dip of your back when he leans forward, pushing himself even deeper, trailing open mouth kisses wherever he can reach, your eyes rolling back when he hits the spot that makes you flutter around him.
“God, this pussy.” He groans, teeth nipping at your spine, the auburn and salt scruff that covers his jaw rubbing rough against you. “Always so tight honey, fuck - perfect.”
His words come out around huffed breaths, muttering against your sweat slick skin while his thrusts get slower - deeper, relishing in the feel of your silk wrapped around him like a vice grip, like you were close. He’d already pulled two out of you, one in his bed when his fingers curled just the right way to make you see white and another one with his face buried between your thighs when you came outside for a smoke break.
You were supposed to go back to your room before Jenny woke up.
He pulls himself all the way out, smirking when you whine a little, your own hips pushing back to try and chase him. His cock twitches in his hand when he sees the mess he’s made of you, how your walls seem to seem to beg for him with his fat tip pressed against your entrance.
“Yeah?” He chuckles darkly, watching how you drip more for him.
He doesn’t wait for you to answer, one rock of his hips burying himself all the way to the hilt of you again, the stretch burns making your jaw go slack. Big hands swallow yours around the railing, fingers intertwining as he folds himself over so the dark curls on his chest are pressed wet with sweat against your back. His thrusts become more controlled like this, shorter, more precise. The sweetness of your arousal still lingers hot on his breath that huffs against your neck, you feel surrounded by him like this.
“Couldn’t stay away could you? Those college boys don’t feel like this do they, baby? She missed me huh?”
Words get lost on your tongue when the tip of him reaches the place inside of you only he can find over and over again. All you can manage is a shake of your head, eyes screwing shut and knuckles flexing against his palms when you grip the metal bar harder. His hips stutter when he feels your cunt do the same.
“Steve - please.” You sound wrecked when you plead with him, while the tension building deep in your gut starts to come to a head, the beginnings of your third orgasm making itself known.
“Shit - I know, I know.” He hisses releasing one of your hands so the pads of his fingers can find your clit, the sun getting higher up in the sky is a reminder of the time, “gonna take care of her all weekend, fuckin’ dream about you and this pussy all the time. Missed it so much.”
His words and the circles eight’s his index and middle finger rub against your bundles of nerves rips a moan that borders the edge of too loud from your chest, making you both freeze for a second. The heavy length of him twitches deep inside of you and it has you grind your hips despite the consequences. His head drops, eyebrows marrying in the middle when you squeeze around him with purpose, a loose strand of hair falling against his forehead when he nods, meeting your movements with fingers that become determined.
“Need you to fall apart for me, we don’t have much time.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “let me get another one, come on pretty girl.”
His hips circle, hitting angles he wasn’t before overwhelming you, becoming too much. He thrusts hard enough to have you on your tippy toes, getting you to do exactly what he wants. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to try and stay quiet and you’re scared it’s going to draw blood, walls spasming around him so much that the intensity of your orgasm rings in your ears.
You squeeze his length like you’re trying to push him out, but it only makes him bury his cock deeper fighting against the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take much to have him follow your lead, hot ropes spilling out of him warming your insides when he comes. The grip he still has on your hand turns his knuckles white as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, letting his moans come out muffled against your soft skin.
The stubble on his jaw threatens to rub you raw while his jaw tightens trying to calm himself down, while you flutter relentlessly around him in your aftershocks. He holds you to him, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The birds chirping outside are loud enough to tell you it’s fully morning now, and you hear the sounds of Jenny’s bedroom door open and shut. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest until you hear her shuffle to the bathroom leaving you just enough time to sneak out.
“Come to my room earlier tonight, honey.” Steve finally whispers, smirking against your neck.
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clarisse0o · 1 month ago
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Camp Wiegman-Part 80
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
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Saturday, April 16; 5:30 PM - Porto Airport.
Here we are, in Porto. I can hardly believe it. I mean, I'm from Portugal, but I've never been here. It's always been a city I've wanted to visit, and here I am. Lucy smiles at me to reassure me.
"Are you ready?"
"As if I had a choice."
She laughs softly and steals a kiss. She's lucky I love her madly. In a few minutes, we're going to get off the plane and meet her parents. Despite her teasing, I can tell Lucy's been nervous since yesterday. She gave me a little rundown of what to expect, and honestly, I have no idea how to act.
"I love you. Don't forget that."
"I know."
We exchange a smile, and we walk hand in hand down the disembarkation corridor. My hands are sweaty. There are people all around us. When we reach the hall, I let Lucy take the lead in looking for them, as I've never seen them. All I know is that her father is really tall and her mother have white hair.
"I see them! Are you coming?"
"I'm right behind you."
She guides me while I keep looking around for them. I finally smile when I see Alexia running toward us. I barely have time to let go of my girlfriend’s hand to catch her in my arms.
"You’re finally here!"
I let out a sigh. I had forgotten they arrived before us. That’s great news.
"Hey. I’m so relieved to see you."
"Me too! I have so much to tell you."
"Really? Did you have a good week?"
I almost forgot she spent the week with Jenni and her sister. I imagine she has lots to share.
"It couldn’t have been better. And you? You look like you got some sun."
"A little, yes," I giggle.
I glance over her shoulder to see Lucy standing next to her parents and Jenni. I smile especially when I see her in the arms of a woman I assume to be her mother based on her appearance.
"You’ve already talked to them, I guess?" I ask Ale.
"Yeah. Your mother-in-law is a bit... I don’t know. Intimidating? She’s something else."
"Thanks, Ale. That’s really reassuring," I mock.
"Sorry," she laughs. "Just giving you a heads-up."
I nod. Anyway, Lucy already warned me that her mother would be the one to intimidate me the most with her cold demeanor. In a way, it reminds me of Lucy when we first met. She was the same, so I guess it’s not insurmountable.
"Her dad, on the other hand, is adorable. He hasn’t stopped chatting with us."
I glance at him. Once again, Lucy warned me not to judge by appearances. He reminds me of my dad, but even more impressive.
"That’s something, at least."
"Come on, I’ll go with you through this tough moment. We’ll chat later."
I nod. I can’t run away forever. Alexia links her arm with mine to guide me. I let her. I’d rather do that than have time to overthink. Lucy smiles immediately when she sees us. Ale lets go of me when my girlfriend reaches out her hand. I take it and don’t hesitate to snuggle against her.
"Mom, Dad, this is Ona, my girlfriend. Ona, this is Diane , my mother , and Kim, my father."
"Hello," I say timidly. "I’m happy to finally meet you."
"And we are too. Lucy has told us a lot about you. Don’t be shy around us. We’re glad Lucy’s brought someone home."
"Well, that puts a lot of pressure on me."
The words slipped out, but they seem to amuse her father, who catches me off guard with a hug that tenses me up. Lucy smiles with amusement beside me. Maybe this trip won’t be as bad as I feared. Well, except for her mother, who has been staring at me the whole time. Lucy’s father saves me from having to approach her by suggesting we hurry home. Lucy kisses my temple, wrapping her arm around my shoulders as we walk.
"You’re doing great, honey," she whispers. "You’re perfect. Just keep being yourself, and everything will be fine."
Her words give me the strength I need for what’s ahead. The non-interaction with her mother bothers me a bit, but I suppose I’ll have to get used to it for now. Lucy said not to expect much from her at first.
"You all must be starving," her father says as we head toward the exit after collecting our bags.
"Oh, yes, you’re not kidding," Jenni replies. "I’ll be glad when we’re home."
"You’ll have to wait a bit. We invited your parents for dinner tonight. We thought it’d bring back good memories."
"What a great idea. Are we having a barbecue?"
"Of course. You’ll help me grill the meat."
"Gladly!"
It seems like everyone’s looking forward to tonight. I really hope everything goes well.
Saturday, April 16; 7:30 PM - Bronze House.
Lucy loved my house, but she didn’t do too badly with hers either. It’s a small house with a lovely, well-kept garden. Like me, they live away from the city, in a very friendly neighborhood. It’s peaceful. You can’t hear anything, even though we’re outside sipping a drink for now. The Dads and Jenni are handling the grilling. Jenni looks a lot like her dad. The mothers are, to my relief, inside preparing salads. I have some breathing room and, more importantly, an escape from my mother-in-law’s watchful eyes. She won’t stop. I feel like she’s scrutinizing my every move. It’s very unsettling. Thankfully, Alexia keeps me relaxed with casual conversation.
"I need to use the bathroom before we sit down," I tell Lucy. "Can you show me where it is?"
"I’ll come with you."
"Oh no, you don’t have to. Just tell me."
"Sweetheart, I’m coming with you," she insists. "We’ll be back in ten minutes," she tells Ale.
"No problem, I’ll check in on the others in the meantime."
She winks at me as we walk into the house. Lucy takes me upstairs, which feels strange at the moment. But then she opens the door to the bathroom, right next to her bedroom. At least now I know I won’t have trouble finding it if I need to during the night.
"Thanks."
"Is everything okay, love?" she asks, stopping me with her question.
"Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?"
"Well, you’re not as cheerful as when we left Lisbon."
"Well… your mother is quite the character, but I’ll be fine."
She chuckles softly, sliding her hands around my waist.
"I know, I’m sorry if she’s making you uncomfortable."
"Oh no, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, and honestly, she’s not making me that uncomfortable. I haven’t even spoken to her yet."
"You’re right," she sighs. "I know she likes to observe before acting, but she’s never been this intense. I’ll say something to her eventually."
"No! Please don’t, Lucy. I don’t want her to think I’m playing the victim or anything."
She sighs heavily. I cup her cheek, and she looks up at me.
"And then what? I’m not going to let her create tension between you two during this trip."
"Well, I don’t know… Maybe she’s waiting for me to approach her? Maybe I should make the first move. What do you think?"
"I’m not sure you’re ready to—"
"Ready for what?" I interrupt. "I think I’ve been through enough to handle a conversation with your mom, Lucia."
"That’s not what I meant," she sighs.
She averts her gaze, clearly thinking it over. I can tell she’s nervous. Either she’s hiding something serious, or she doesn’t think I can handle her mother.
"Okay… If you feel like facing her, go ahead. She’ll appreciate the gesture."
"Thank you."
I smile and kiss her gently.
"Can I use the bathroom now? »
"Yes," she laughed. "I'll wait for you."
She let go of me, and I hurried to take care of what I needed to do. I washed my hands and came back out. Lucy was leaning against the door, looking deep in thought. I stood in front of her and wrapped my arms around her.
"Hey, how are you?"
She shrugged.
"I don’t know. It’s always strange coming back here."
"I can see that. We're far from peace and quiet, huh?"
"Yeah," she chuckled.
I gently stroked her hair, full of love.
"Do you want to talk?"
"No, it's fine."
"Okay... You know I love you, right?"
A small smile formed on her lips.
"Yeah, it seems like it..." she replied playfully.
"You think that’s funny, huh?" I asked, pulling away a little.
"Just a bit."
A small gasp escaped me when she flipped the roles. I found myself pressed against the wall, speechless as she kissed me softly. I kissed her back with growing desire.
"You’ll never love me as much as I love you," she teased.
"Wrong. I already love you more than you love me."
"No, I don't think so," she teased back.
"Girls! We're ready to eat!" Ale called from the stairs.
"Well, duty calls, it seems."
"Yeah, convenient for you."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s go fill our stomachs instead of arguing over a debate that, in my opinion, has no possible outcome."
I chuckled softly.
"You're just afraid to lose, that's all."
"Are you done yet? I might start thinking you’re doubting my feelings."
She stepped back, crossing her arms. She was truly adorable when she pretended to sulk. Usually, it was me in that position. I tilted my head, smiling.
"Are you kidding? After our nights at the beach, there's no way I could ever doubt your feelings."
I moved closer to her again, pressing our bodies together. Her hand gliding over my hip caught me off guard, and once again, she had me pinned against the wall. My breath was short, but I let her kiss me once more, tenderly. I felt myself surrender more and more, and I loved it. I had developed an unshakable trust in her. Last week had truly been paradise. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I had fully found myself again. We were in perfect harmony, and nothing made me happier than knowing we’d be living together permanently in just a few weeks. I snapped back to reality when Lucy started to venture a little too far along my neck.
"Lucia," I whispered.
That didn’t seem to stop her, but a pinch on her butt certainly did the trick.
"Hey!" she protested.
"You made me wait for nights last week because we were under my grandfather's roof. Don’t think you’re going to get away with it any easier here."
"And what, exactly? Want me to find us a beach?" she teased.
"You’re ridiculous," I giggled. "We almost got caught more than once last night, remember?"
"Oh, come on, it was kind of fun, wasn’t it?" she teased, letting her hand wander under my shirt.
"Sure, but you weren’t the one half undressed when it happened."
"True," she laughed.
I gave in to her lips one last time. That’s when we were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. I panicked a little but relaxed when I saw Ale standing there.
"So, this is what you've been up to this whole time? We’ve all been waiting for you."
"Sorry about that," Lucy laughed. "We’re coming."
"I hope so!"
She turned around without checking if we were following. I was ready to go, but Lucy held me back one more time. I thought we were done.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Forget about all that for now. Don’t worry about my mom tonight. Focus on me, okay? I want us to have a good evening for our first night here. Can you do that for me?"
I took a deep breath but nodded.
"Okay," I murmured. "I’ll try."
"Thank you. I love you, don’t forget that."
I smiled as she kissed me one last time. Now it was time to keep my promise. I just hoped her mom wouldn’t traumatize me.
Sunday, April 17th, 08:30 AM - Bronze House
I groaned as I felt movement beside me. I reached out to place my arm over Lucy’s body, but I realized she wasn’t lying down anymore.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled.
"Shhh, go back to sleep."
"Where are you going?" I grumbled, blinking as she tried to get out of bed.
"I can't sleep anymore. Jenni texted me. We’re going for a run."
I sighed contentedly as she stroked my head. It felt so good. I closed my eyes again.
"You're leaving me alone?"
"We’re just doing a quick loop around the neighborhood. You won’t have to leave here without me, okay?"
"Hmm..."
I heard her words, but I was too tired to process them. Lucy chuckled at my response.
"I love you. See you soon."
I felt her lips against mine. I let out another small groan as she finally got out of bed. I wasn’t able to stop her, but instead, I slid over to her side of the bed, hugging her pillow to me. On the one hand, I hated that she left me alone for her morning runs, but on the other, I loved being able to enjoy her side of the bed in her absence. Without fully realizing it, I drifted back to sleep.
Sunday, April 17th, 09:00 AM - Bronze House
I stretched out in the big bed, realizing I was alone. I vaguely remembered why, thanks to Lucy’s departure. I sighed and reached for my phone. It was still early for me, but I could hear movement in the house. There was noise coming from downstairs. I didn’t know when Lucy had left, but I didn’t particularly feel like waiting for her up here. Knowing Alexia, she was probably still sleeping. She loved to sleep in as much as I did. Or, maybe she had gone with the others. That was a possibility too. I waited for a while, but eventually decided to get out of bed. It was ridiculous to stay there, and with a bit of luck, Lucy’s dad would be downstairs. I took the time to get dressed and make the bed before heading to the bathroom next to the room. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair before heading downstairs. After all, I was at my in-laws’ house, and the least I could do was look presentable. My feet led me to the kitchen after I noticed the living room was empty. I instantly regretted leaving the bed when I saw that the only person there was Lucy’s mother, who had, of course, already spotted me.
"Good morning," I said, a bit awkwardly.
"Good morning, Ona."
"How are you? Is there anything I can help you with?"
The woman smiled. That was a first. I hadn’t received a smile from her yet. I’d had a pleasant evening yesterday, but I’d had to ignore her to avoid feeling uncomfortable.
"Lucy told us that you don’t particularly like cooking. Maybe you could set the table, if you remember where the silverware is."
I blushed furiously. Lucy had really told them that? We were going to need to have a little talk.
"Y-yes, of course," I stammered.
We’d put the dishwasher away last night, so I remembered perfectly where everything was. I moved toward the kitchen to start looking for the plates.
"So, she was right?" Lucy’s mother asked.
I swallowed hard. Had she painted me as some sort of failure to her parents? I felt embarrassed by the answer I was about to give.
"Yes, it's true. I never really took the time to learn how to cook, but I do help Lucy from time to time since we moved in together. Well, on weekends, at least," I added, unsure of how much she actually knew.
I prefer to stay honest. It’s not by lying that I will gain her sympathy. She doesn’t respond, so I step forward to the table to set down four plates.
“Are you planning to take care of my daughter?”
The question catches me off guard. She stopped what she was doing to look me straight in the eye. I realize she’ll probably judge my answer if it’s not what she expects.
“I understand you might feel uncomfortable with my behavior,” she continues. “But you have to understand, I only have one child. It’s my duty to know if she’s in good hands.”
I take a deep breath. In a way, I’m glad she started the conversation. I would have never had the courage to do it myself. Besides, the question was simple. I just needed to answer from the heart.
“I love your daughter, so of course, I’m going to take care of her. She’s my priority.”
“You love her, huh? So, you’re not with her out of interest?”
“What—what? No!” I reply, offended. “Lucy has given me so much, and I have genuine feelings for her. I would never use her.”
“Really? So there’s no ulterior motive? Not even a financial one?”
I laugh bitterly. This woman is something else. What does she think? I can see that my attitude doesn’t please her, but I can’t help it. I close my eyes for a moment, clench my fists, and collect myself.
“No, none at all,” I reply more harshly than I intended. “If you know so much, I imagine Lucy has also told you about my father’s death... So you should know I inherited everything from him. Even his house in Lisbon, so you can understand that I’m not in need financially.”
I don’t like that she’s doubting our love so much. Plus, forcing me to talk about my father—that’s the last straw. Unexpectedly, her eyes soften, which is rather disconcerting. Up until now, she’s only looked at me with judgment and coldness.
“I did hear about that tragedy. My condolences. I’m also sorry for attacking you like this, but I’m still Lucy’s mother, and I have to protect her. She’s been through enough, but you seem to be good for her.”
Her words make my heart skip a beat. What does she mean by “been through enough”? Is she referring to her relationship with Keira? I don’t know why, but since what Lucy told me last week and how she’s been acting since we got here, I have doubts that it’s just that. Something else must have happened here too.
“I observed you a lot last night. I can see that you make my daughter happy, and after this conversation, you seem like a remarkable young woman. Know that Lucy needs support, even though she’ll never admit it.”
I struggle to hide my surprise. Until now, I never noticed that Lucy needed support. On the contrary, she’s always the one who’s supported me.
“Don’t look so surprised. You’re already supporting her without even realizing it, so keep it up. The only thing I’ll ask of you is to never betray her or break her heart.”
I blink several times. Am I to understand that she’s finally giving me her approval? It touches me in a way, considering the person standing in front of me. I blush despite myself and nod.
“Absolutely not, ma’am. I wouldn’t even think of it. I love her far too much to do something like that. I fully intend to keep Lucy by my side forever.”
She nods calmly, with a small smile.
“Good. I’m trusting you with my daughter, then. Take care of her. And you can call me Diane from now on.”
A weight lifts off my shoulders at those words. The conversation is going well.
“Welcome to the family, Ona.”
Definitely going well. Her words warm my heart. She’s clearly offering me recognition. I smile gently.
“Thank you... Diane.”
“Do you like pancakes?”
“Oh yes, especially Lucy’s,” I admit enthusiastically.
“Well, you’ll have to settle for mine today. But they shouldn’t be much different from my daughter’s since I’m the one who taught her.”
I smile softly and nod. I continue setting the table, and when I’m done, I hear the front door slam. My girlfriend’s laughter and Jenni’s echo in the hallway before they appear in the room.
“Hello!” she says cheerfully.
Her expression shifts to surprise when she sees me here. She wasn’t expecting it. After all, she asked me to wait upstairs. But that was out of the question for me. I wanted to take the opportunity to talk with her mother, and now that’s done.
“Hey,” I greet them.
“Oh, you came downstairs after all.”
“You told her to wait upstairs?” her mother scolds. “I wasn’t going to eat her.”
“Oh, with you, who knows,” Lucy laughs before coming over to hug me. I let myself relax until I catch a whiff of her scent. I grimace and try to push her away, but she holds on tighter.
“You stink,” I point out.
“What? You don’t like my natural scent?” she teases.
“Yes, but definitely not your sweat.”
She laughs before kissing me. Her lips carry me away every time. It’s as if I melt in her arms.
“Everything okay? She didn’t torture you too much?”
“No,” I giggle. “Everything went fine.”
She nods, glancing briefly at her mother, who doesn’t seem concerned about us.
“Are you and your girlfriend staying for breakfast, Jenni?” she asks instead.
“No, I’m heading home. I’m expected there, and I need a shower too.”
“Great idea,” Lucy comments. “We’ll take one as well. See you this afternoon?”
“Yeah, we’ll text to figure something out.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
“See you later.”
She turns around and leaves as if it’s nothing. Something tells me she feels right at home here. She seems very comfortable and well-accepted by my girlfriend’s family. Lucy catches my attention by kissing my cheek.
“Are you done here? Will you join me?”
“Oh, um…”
I blush. I think I understood what she meant earlier when she said “we” to Jenni. I glance at her mother for some sort of approval. She doesn’t seem to care. She’s not even looking at us. I turn back to Lucy, who has a mischievous expression.
“We can’t do that,” I say softly so only she can hear.
“Come on. No one’s upstairs, and we can talk about what happened while I was gone.”
She teases me, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. I shake my head, but Lucy isn’t giving up.
“Mom, will you call us when it’s ready?”
“Yes, go ahead. We’ll call you when it’s time.”
“Perfect, thanks.”
Lucy grabs my hand and leads me upstairs before I have a chance to understand what’s happening. I hardly recognize her. She’s never been this persistent. We arrive upstairs, and she guides me into the family bathroom.
“You’re exaggerating. We can’t do this here.”
"We're not going to do anything. I just want to take a shower with you. Is that too much to ask?"
She tilts her head while teasing the back of my bra under my t-shirt. I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. She seems to really want this moment, so I give in.
"Just a quick shower, but don’t say I didn’t warn you."
"Thank you, my love. I’ll go get some clothes. You get the towels ready."
She gives me a quick kiss before disappearing into her bedroom. A pretty spacious room, by the way. It’s about the size of our room in Manchester, with fairly neutral colors. Actually, it resembles her apartment’s style a lot—minimalistic, but very pretty and harmonious. I listen to her and go in search of the towels. This room has a bathtub, a shower, and some storage cabinets. I hope she doesn’t get any ideas when she sees the bath... She's been quite playful these past few days. I jump when arms suddenly wrap around me from behind. I didn’t even have time to look before she’s already here.
"Haven’t you taken your clothes off yet?" she whispers.
"I was waiting for you. And honestly, I haven’t even found the towels."
I turn around to face her and also to check if the door is locked, which it is.
"Did you lock it?"
"Of course. Now, undress."
She kicks things off by stripping off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Unlike her, I plan on putting mine back on, so I fold them neatly. Meanwhile, she turns on the water and checks the temperature. I feel happy to be getting more comfortable around her. She makes me feel wanted. It's been a long time since I’ve felt that way.
"So, where are the towels?" I ask.
"Right here, look."
She points to a cabinet right next to the shower. I grab two for later. When I turn around, Lucy already has her hand on my waist.
"You're really eager today," I giggle. "What’s going on with you?"
"I don’t know. I just want to spend time with you."
"Quick, remember," I say as she pulls me under the water.
"Promise," she laughs. "Just a shower," she murmurs against my lips.
I smile as she kisses me, closing the door behind her. We try to share the water jets as best as we can. The space is smaller than anything we’ve been in before. Lucy keeps her promise and just focuses on washing me. She takes her time, lost in thought. I know she enjoys doing it, so I don’t say anything. I like it too. The way she looks at me makes me feel like a wonder of the world. It’s so crazy, considering how much I dislike my body.
"Everything okay?" I ask.
"Of course," she says, smiling softly. "I’m with you, so everything’s fine."
She says that, but I can tell something’s bothering her. She kisses me, so I stay quiet. I rinse off once she’s done. Now it’s my turn to pamper her. I start with her hair. I smile when I see her close her eyes. Looks like someone really needed this. I understand better why she insisted on having me with her. I take advantage of the moment to kiss her shoulder.
"Don’t start if you want me to stay calm," she mumbles.
"Oh, but you will stay calm. It’s my turn to take care of you."
"Really, hmm?"
She sighs in contentment as I give her a scalp massage. I start to wonder if she’s simply letting go...
"Yes. I know how to do it, and you seem to need it."
"You’re right."
I smile. It’s rare for her to admit things like this, especially so easily. That must mean it’s true.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper.
"No."
"Ladies, dinner will be ready soon," comes the distinct voice of Lucy’s father, interrupting us.
"We’d better hurry up," my girlfriend advises.
"Okay..."
I let it go for now. She really doesn’t seem to want to talk. I get the sense I’m not the only one who’d prefer to escape the past... I finish washing her quickly so we can get out. The last thing I want is to upset Lucy’s parents, even if everything seems to have settled down.
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coloursflyaway · 2 months ago
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So uh, in the wake of the cancellation news I’ve been re reading your dbda fanfics.
Not sure if you’re planning on writing more but if you are, have you considered something where Charles meets Desire of the Endless? It’s something a lot of people have talked about for S2 and since we might not actually get to see it on screen, I’d love to see your interpretation of it. Anyway, even though the cancellation news makes me really sad I have so much love to you and all the creators in this little community 💗
Hi anon ♥♥
I know, I was so sad about the news of the show being cancelled 😭 they absolutely would have deserved to get at least one more season!!
And here you go, I had a lot of fun with this!
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The world falls away, turns red and plastic and velvet, and where Edwin had been, looking through a spellbook they had recently acquired, a person sits that Charles has never seen before. They are tall, slender, graceful, their platinum blonde hair coiffed so perfectly that Charles can’t help but wonder how it would feel to push his hands through it.
“Well, well, well”, blood-red lips drawl, one corner rising. “You have left me waiting for far too long, so I thought I would make time for a formal introduction.”
The person rises, alluring and cat-like in their elegance, and Charles has to suppress a shudder; part of him wants to run away, part of him wants to get closer. There is something woven into every motion of their body, a siren song, and Charles feels himself grow weaker to it with every second he spends in their presence.
“Who are you?”, he grits out, thinks of Edwin and how confused he must be, thinks of Crystal and Niko and Jenny, thinks of everything but this. “What do you want from me?”
The figure laughs softly, musically, and takes another step towards him, so that Charles can make out the gold of their eyes, framed by heavy lashes and kohl.
“They call me Desire”, they answer, like they are indulging a child, then hold out their hand, like they expect Charles to kiss it. “And I know just who you are, Charles Rowland. You and your little friend, the one who looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. It would be quite adorable, had I not been watching it for the past few decades.”
“What do you want with Edwin? You don’t touch him, I swear, or I’ll-”, Charles starts, a fire burning in his chest that he only knows from situations like this, when someone, or something, is threatening the best friend he has ever had.
And yet, his body moves by itself, hand coming up to grasp Desire’s in his, spine bending, lips pressing a feather-light kiss to the back of it; the touch is brief and yet it makes his skin tingle, pleasure sparking in his palms, his lips, his fingernails.
“Absolutely nothing”, Desire tells him, pulling back a hand Charles didn’t realise he was still holding; his skin misses the touch immediately, even if Charles hates the thought of it. “It’s my dear sister who has taken an interest in him. I would never interfere in her affairs like this.”
They cock their head, and their gaze is so heavy it feels like a physical touch, half a caress, half fingernails dragging down Charles’ skin, both leaving a mark on what feels like his very soul.
“And me?”, he asks, even though he knows he doesn’t want to hear the answer.
Desire smiles, fingertips and claws trailing down Charles’ spine, and leans in until Charles is enveloped by their aura, their intensity, which all but feels like a scalding bath, almost smells like cedarwood and smoke and honey, sounds close to violins and gravel and the song of planets circling the sun.
“Oh, you”, they breathe out, and Charles cannot suppress the shudder, doesn’t know if he wants to anymore. “You already belong to me.”
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maniculum · 7 months ago
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I'm doing a College class on Ancient Foods. My focus is on Honey like the different recipes and usages in Medieval era. I found like a couple recipes, a thing on religious relation ("Milk and Honey of Paradise") /Crusades, medicinal use, and possibly bees/beeswax because I was struggling to get something.
Y'all have any recommendations?
(I've brought Zoe in on this one; the following is a collaborative effort. Also I'm assuming you have access to your university library so you can get ahold of the cited material below quickly and for free.)
Can you include beverages? Honey is the main ingredient in mead, which should give you a lot to talk about. Susan Verberg is the premier researcher on medieval mead, and has some excellent works on both mead making and honey production. She has a website at https://medievalmeadandbeer.wordpress.com/ where you can find both her formal publications and her blog.
If you do want to talk about beverages, there were other medieval drinks that used honey. Some citations for you:
Breeze, Andrew. “What Was ‘Welsh Ale' in Anglo-Saxon England?” Neophilologus, vol. 88, no. 2, 2004, pp. 299–301.
Fell, Christine E. “Old English ‘Beor’." Leeds Studies in English, vol. 8, 1975, pp. 76-95.
You can also go into cultural symbolism; here are a couple on that:
Enright, Michael J. Lady with a Mead Cup: Ritual, Prophecy, and Lordship in the European Warband from La Tène to the Viking Age. Four Courts Press, 2013.
Rowland, Jenny. “OE Ealuscerwen/Meoduscerwen and the Concept of ‘Paying for Mead'." Leeds Studies in English, vol. 21, 1990, pp. 1-12.
Also you might want to look into the general concept of the "mead of poetry" from the Old Norse sources. You can find the origin story for that in the Prose Edda, I believe.
Definitely check out https://www.foodtimeline.org for recipes with honey during the period - they have more than you'd expect. There's also a few medieval cookbooks you can parse through. Here's an online one you can sort through that does a great job modernizing the translations: https://www.medievalcookery.com/etexts.html
As for honey itself -- there's actually quite a bit of research on that! Honey was quite a specialized trade, and most of the medieval world used it for sweetener, so there's a good amount of research.
A few leads:
honey as an alternative to sugar, which was expensive, imported, and could indicate class
honey grading: honey was graded based on location/provenance, type (lavender, orange blossom, etc.), and also by grade. However, their method of grading was very different to our modern one.
honey as a preservative, not just for flavor
Articles on this subject:
(DEFINITELY this one!!) Fava, Lluis Sales, et al. “Beekeeping in Late Medieval Europe: A Survey of Its Ecological Settings and Social Impacts.” Anales de La Universidad de Alicante. Historia Medieval, no. 22, 2021, pp. 275-96, https://doi.org/10.14198/medieval.19671.
Wallace-Hare, David, editor. New Approaches to the Archaeology of Beekeeping. Archaeopress, 2022. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctv2b07txd.
Verberg, Susan. “Of Hony: A Collection of Mediaeval Brewing Recipes for Mead, Metheglin, Braggot, Hippocras &c. — Including how to Process Honey — from the 1600s and Earlier,” 2017. Academia.edu.
If you want to look more into the medicinal usage, Cockayne's Leechdoms, Wortcunning, & Starcraft collects all the medical & scientific texts of the Old English period. It's old enough to be public domain, so it's available on the Internet Archive and HathiTrust in searchable form, meaning you can just ctrl-F "honey" and see what comes up.
Let us know how it goes!
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thesapphictimelady · 8 months ago
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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 3
Word count: 1.8 K
TW: Domestic abuse and verbal abuse
A/N: This chapter is a bit heavier than the previous two and we hear a little more about Cassiopeia’s previous relationship. If you or someone you love is affected by domestic violence, know that you are not alone and there are resources out there for you. As always, comments are appreciated! If you want me to continue this series, please let me know! Happy reading!
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“Melissa what is happening?” Barbara asked quietly, “The poor girl looks awful.”
“I told ya Barb, she went home sick yesterday.”
“Melissa Schemmenti, I know there’s something more going on. Now tell me, how can I help Cassiopeia?”
Melissa sighed and set the apple back on Barb’s desk, “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“I can’t tell you because I don’t know very much and what I do know, I don’t think she wants me to tell you. She only told me because…”
“Because?”
“I’m sorry, Barb, I really can’t tell you. It’s up to her. I won’t talk without her permission.”
“Tell me this then,” Barb said, setting down the fan she had gotten from Ava’s office, “Is she safe?”
“Safe? ‘Course she’s safe!”
Barb pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
“Ms. Schemmenti,” Ava’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Please report to my office”
“What could she possibly want?” Melissa grumbled.
“Go, I’ll take this to Cassiopeia.”
When Barbara entered the classroom, Cassie was curled up on a beanbag chair in the back of the classroom. The older teacher plugged in the fan and then dragged a chair over to where Cassie was sitting. She gently brushed a strand of hair off the young girls forehead.
“How are you feeling, Cassiopeia?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Howard, really I am. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”
“Honey, that shouldn’t make you dizzy like this.”
“I didn’t sleep very well…and I had a bit too much to drink? Ms Schemmenti came over last night and gave me some aspirin but I’m just…”
“Melissa was at your house last night? That can’t be right because she was with Gerald and I until 10,”
“She came around 2 this morning.”
Barbara was quiet for a few minutes as she thought about this information. Melissa had seemed quieter than normal and visibly recoiled at the mention of Joe.
“Is there something going on between the two of you?” Barb asked slowly.
“No! No, Mrs. Howard, I just met her yesterday!”
“You talkin about me?” Melissa asked, tossing Cassie another bottle of gatorade.
“What did Ava need?” Barb said, quickly changing the subject.
Melissa rolled her eyes, “Wanted to see if I had any guys who can install a hot tub in one of the supply closets. How ya feelin kid?”
“I really am fine, you two don’t have to fuss over me,” Cassiopeia said, taking a sip of gatorade, “I feel much better now.”
The older teachers exchanged a meaningful look.
“Alright,” Barbara said, “Well I will see you two at lunch. Cassiopeia, please rest. Can’t have you passing out during whatever…delightful activity Janine has planned for us.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Howard,” Cassie said, smiling softly.
“Of course,” Barbara said, closing the classroom door behind her.
“We got like 20 minutes,” Melissa said, “why don’t you take a nap?”
“I really am fine, Ms. Schemmenti,” Cassiopeia insisted, “I don’t need to take a nap. I’ll do some more grading or I can do some of your prep if you want?”
“You can do some grading but you stay right there.”
The redhead grabbed a stack of papers, a red pen, and Cassie’s phone and brought them over to the beanbag. As she was handing everything over, the name Jenny flashed across the screen and Melissa froze.
“Kid,” she said slowly, “Is everything okay?”
“What do you mean? Of course it is,” Cassie took everything out of Melissa’s hand and her face paled slightly after seeing her screen but she quickly pasted a smile onto her face, “Let’s get to work! We only have 20 minutes!”
Cassiopeia waited until Melissa was sitting at her desk and working on her own grading before she checked her phone.
Jenny:
“I miss you”
“Look, I’m really sorry.”
“Cass please can we talk.”
“Stop punishing me for something I didn’t do!”
Cassiopeia bit her lip, tears starting to fill her eyes.
Cassiopeia:
“I told you I’m done. Stop texting me!”
Jenny:
“Baby please, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!”
Cassie sniffled and glanced towards the desk. Melissa was still hunched over the papers, her glasses perched on her nose. She took a deep breath and blocked Jenny. Picking up her pen, she got back to work grading her math tests. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed.
Unknown number:
“I can’t believe you blocked me.”
“You bitch.”
“You’re nothing without me.”
“No one could ever love you.”
“You’re nothing.”
Cassie let out a shaky breath and put her head between her knees as the room began to spin.
“New kid?” Melissa said, sounding alarmed, “Cassiopeia, what’s going on?” the redhead was at her side in no time, “Hon, can I touch you?”
Cassie nodded and Melissa put an arm around her, rubbing her back gently, “Just breathe. You’re okay. Breathe. You’re safe. I’m here.”
Cassie took the water that the older woman was pushing into her hand and held it against her forehead. She coughed a couple times, trying to catch her breath and Melissa continued to rub her back and whisper in her ear.
“I-I’m okay now, Ms. Schemmenti,” she said shakily.
“Are ya sure hon? You’re shakin like a leaf.”
“I’m okay. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Ya don’t need to apologize. But…Cassie, I think you need to talk about this.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, the fact that Melissa was now using her name instead of ‘new kid’ registered. Cassie bit her lip and shook her head.
“I can’t talk about it, Ms. Schemmenti,”
The redhead pursed her lips, “I know you don’t know me all that well but whatever is going on, you need someone to help you,”
“I don’t need help. Where’s my phone?”
Melissa grabbed her phone from where it had slid under the beanbag and handed it to Cassie, “If you ever need to talk…”
“Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti, but I’m fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
Once Cassie was in the bathroom, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see almost a dozen missed calls from Jenny along with nearly twice as many texts.
Unknown number:
“You’re pathetic, Cassiopeia”
“You’re crazy.”
“You don’t know what you’ve done”
“You’ve wasted the last two years of my life”
“I never put my hands on you”
“And everyone here knows I did nothing wrong.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself for the lies you’ve told.”
“After everything I’ve done for you?”
“You’re too sensitive”
Cassiopeia’s eyes filled with tears again, blurring her vision as she braced herself against the sink, trying hard to take deep breaths. Her phone buzzed again and her stomach dropped but she looked down at the screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the name on the screen.
Ms. Schemmenti:
“Hey, just checkin in on you. You okay?”
Cassiopeia:
“I’m on my way back to the classroom.”
She quickly splashed some water on her face and tucked her phone into her pocket before unlocking the bathroom door and heading back to the classroom.
“I-I think…that maybe I do want to talk about it” she said to Melissa.
Melissa looked up from her desk and gestured for her to close the door.
“What’s goin on? Barb is worried, I’m worried, please tell me.”
“Mrs. Howard is worried? What did you tell her?”
“Nothin kid. But she’s smart and she knows something’s up.”
Cassie fidgeted in the chair next to Melissa’s desk, “Remember yesterday when I…I told you guys that my ex wasn’t a good person?”
Melissa nodded, putting her glasses on top of her head and leaning forward to listen.
“I-I think you know what I meant by that. But she’s…well she started texting me again.”
Cassie unlocked her phone and slid it across the desk. The redhead pulled her glasses down again as she began to read the messages. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read and there was barely contained anger growing in her eyes.
“Cassiopeia, ya know none of this is true, right?”
“I-well…”
Melissa set a hand over Cassie’s, “Hon, this isn’t true. Okay? Have you told anyone else?”
Cassie shook her head, “No, all my friends were hers first and my family adores her. She’s right, none of them would believe me.”
“Can I get Barb? I won’t if you don’t want me to but…listen, I was married to someone who was…similar to Jenny. He…towards the end of our marriage, I had to spend some time with Barb and she helped me to unlearn some of the things he would say to me.”
Cassie bit her lip and nodded, “If you think having her here will help me, she can come in.”
Melissa picked up her phone and tapped out a quick message. Moments later, Barbara entered the room and enveloped Cassie in a hug.
“I promise, Melissa didn’t tell me anything,” she said, “I just recognized some of the signs. And I’m here for you for whatever you need.”
Cassie nodded into Barb’s shoulder and hugged her tightly, breathing in her perfume. When she finally let go, Melissa slid the phone to Barb. As she read through the messages, her face fell, a deep sadness filling her face.
“Oh, sweetheart, none of this is true, you do know that right?”
“You can show her,” Melissa whispered, gesturing towards Cassie’s sweater.
Cassie slowly shrugged off her sweater, revealing the yellowing bruises on her wrists and Barbara gasped, her eyes filling with tears. Gently, she reached out and grabbed the young woman’s hands.
“Did she do this to you?”
Cassie nodded, tears beginning to fall. Barbara looked over at Melissa, who nodded, anger starting to slip through her calm exterior.
“Cassiopeia, have you told anyone?”
Melissa cut in before Cassie could respond, “She can’t. She doesn’t think anyone would believe her.”
“We believe you, sweetheart. We believe you. You aren’t alone. We’re here for you.”
Cassie let out a sob and Barbara gathered her into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Melissa picked up Cassie’s phone, quickly writing down the number Jenny had been using and tucking it into her pocket for later. Then she produced a box of tissues from a desk drawer and passed it to Barb.
“Barb’s right, ya aren’t alone kid. And we’ll do whatever you need us to.”
Cassiopeia sniffled and nodded, blowing her nose.
“Attention teachers,” Ava’s voice boomed, “Please report to the gym for lunch and…Janine do we HAVE to do this ‘team building’?”
“Yes, Ava,” Janine said, her voice quieter than Ava’s, but still loud enough for everyone to hear, “It’s important. Now read the teams,”
“Fine!” Ava cleared her throat, “The first two teams for team building are Melissa, Barbara, and Princess Leia…”
“Cassiopeia,” Janine corrected, “It’s literally right in front of you.”
“Whatever Janine, it’s Melissa, Barbara, and Peia. Team two is Jacob, Gregory, and Mr. Morton. We’ll see you in the gym.”
The intercom clicked off and Melissa sighed, “Guess we gotta head to the gym now. You gonna be okay for this? I can take ya home.”
“No, I’ll be fine. Let’s just go.”
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whyse7vn · 1 year ago
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LAYOVER OUT SOON!!!
8 participants - 8 online
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jimin: just won rock paper scissors against jungkook!!
jk: you punched me in the face
namjoon: ??
jin: deserved
y/n: LMAO
hobi: i’m sorry that happened to you
yoongi: hope it hurt
tae: did you hit him back?
jk: y/n told me to stop hitting people
y/n: i did say that
i think
tae: okay is she ur mother??
jk: i wish
jin: what???
namjoon: you were hitting people?
y/n: biting too
jimin: he’s into incest
y/n: never say that again
jk: i’m sorry
namjoon: i’m tired already
hobi: i think it’s time i got my wings guys🕊️💔
jin: honey bbq sounds great rn 😋
jimin: he’s talking about dying fatass…
jk: don’t die hobi!!!!!!
jin: oh
boring
hobi: spread spread my wings
y/n: lalalalalala
hobi: she gets it
tae: yoongi
yoongi: what
tae: was just checking you were still alive
yoongi: don’t do it again
jimin: tae be honest is love me again about jennie
tae: SHUT UP??????
jin: you guys broke up?
jk: again??
yoongi: yikes
hobi: cheer up baby 💗
namjoon: hope ur ok
y/n: if i was her i would leave you too
tae: she never left me wtf
no one would ever leave ME
like come on
jimin: so you guys were together is what i’m hearing??
tae: NO
i’m just saying
yoongi: i like when you say nothing
tae: you like me🥺????
yoongi omg 💗💗💓💓💓💞💞💞💞
jk: did she leave you because you like yoongi?
yoongi: i just threw up
tae: SHE DID NOT LEAVE ME
GET IT OUT OF UR HEADS
NO ONE LEAVES KIM TAEHYUNG
y/n: first stage is deniallll
tae: pls stop taking
yoongi: u first
tae: guys i think yoongi wants me really bad
yoongi: just threw up for the second time
hobi: proof??
namjoon: why would you want proof of that?
hobi: maybe i’m severely mentally unwell namjoon
y/n: right back off namjoon
namjoon: sighs
jimin: we all have our demons
namjoon: u guys are mine
jin: that’s kinda sexual if you think about it
jk: no??
jin: stfu??
jk: 😰😰😰
pls don’t say that to me i’ll cry
jin: BITCH
jk: 😭 this is me rn
y/n : do you think jennie left tae cuz she finally found out he’s broke??
jimin: WAITTT PROBABLY
jin: bet he couldn’t pay for his flight back home when they went paris
she knew she had to end things there and then
tae: THAT WAS NOT ME WITH HER IN PARIS
jk: idk bro…
namjoon: are you sure??
we wouldn’t judge you if it was
yoongi: i would
y/n: me 2
jin: and me
hobi: me 4
jimin: 5
jk: 6…
hobi: she could do so much better
jin: her type is ugly
wasn’t she with g-dragon 💀💀
y/n: LMAOSOS
that’s saying ALOT gdragon to tae THATS CRAZZZZY
ur ugly bro
tae: okay wtf
never call me bro again
we are not bros we kiss eachother on the lips occasionally
AND SHE DATED KAI SO FUCK YOU??
LIKE WERE YOU NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM A FEW MONTHS AGO???
jimin: there is no way you weren’t with her
why do you know so much about her dating history??
tae: BECAUSE IT WAS EVERYWHERE?????
jin: sounds like a jealous ex to me
hobi: obsessed and sad
tae: FUCK YOU ALL
jk: you would love to fuck me
yoongi: ???
y/n: woah
namjoon: oh
jk: sorry
jimin: HE SAID YES GUYS 🎉🎉🎉
hobi: who??
jk: what was the question?
jimin: will you marry me
jk: ?? no
hobi: WHO???
jin: not taemin that’s for sure
tae: hobi sound like and owl rn 😂😂
y/n: ur not funny
namjoon: didn’t laugh
yoongi: at all
tae: the way yoongi dick rides is insane
think for urself for once
jk: no cuz yoongi creaming on that shit fr 😭
y/n: jungkook….
jk: sorry
jimin: lmao why wouldn’t it be taemin for sure??
nothing is sure in this life
jin: trust me taemin does NOT want you
like at all
jimin: how would you know?
hobi: who are you marrying??
jin: just trust me
i KNOW
jimin: you don’t know SHIT bitch
jin: whatever
hobi: WHO ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED TO OMG??
jimin: i lied
just wanted to spice it up in here
hobi: lord give me coke
jk: i think it’s strength??
not coke
hobi: i said what i said
y/n: tae can get you coke
tae: no i can’t
namjoon: at this point i need coke to put up with all ur shit
hobi: namjoon the only real one i’m telling you
jimin: been telling you joon on that stuff
no one believed me
now look
cracked out in-front of us all
y/n: yikes
namjoon: it’s rough being friends with you all
hobi: i was lying about the coke
i think he really on the stuff guys
tae: should i call the police
jin: are you not the dealer??
they’ll lock you up with him
tae: STOP SAYING THAT
NAMJOON TELL THEM TO STOP
I DO NO DRUGS
namjoon: stop
hobi: druggie
yoongi: what a sad life
y/n: dealer dealer dealerrrrrr
tae: NAMJOON THEY ARENT LISTENING TELL THEM AGAIN
namjoon: stop.
jimin: crack baby
jk: tae this isn’t a good life choice
tae: NAMJOOOOONNNNNNNNN
namjoon: i quit
jin: i’m hungry
jimin: tell us something we don’t know
y/n: be a man eat pussy or go hunt
[ yoongi liked this message ]
hobi: AWOMANNNN
jin: is that u inviting me over 🙈
jk: NO
ITS NOT
tae: if jungkook was a dog he would be one of those skinny racer dogs
y/n: you would be a chiwawa
jimin: truth
tae: yoongi would be a pug
jin: they look like their existence hurts
y/n: LMAOOOO
yoongi: kinda real
namjoon: why are you indulging tae’s furry habbits??
hobi: right i could throw up rn
tae: see this is the norm nowadays
y/n: no it’s not
jimin: never
jin: ew
tae: THE SWITCH UP???????
INSANE
can i breathe like wow
jk: woof
jin: stop
jk: my fault 😔
hobi: should we take jungkook to see someone?
jk: NO???
IM LOYAL THANK U VERY MUCH
I WILL SEE NOT A SOUL
tae: ur not in a relationship
jk: OK?????
y/n: cute
hobi: i’m talking medically
jimin: he’s past medical help
yoongi: should of done that at 16
jin: i’m begging actually
fix him!!!
namjoon: you all need medical help
as soon as possible tbh
tae: some more than others
y/n: tae you are broke and deal drugs
like how is that even possible
you are BROKE and deal DRUGS
the maths isn’t there
jimin: someone save him
tae: SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTUPPPPPPP
jin is literally big as hell
jin: HELLO WTF DID I DO???
AND BODY SHAMING REALLY LIKE JUST CUZ YOU DONT HAVE THE FUNDS TO FEED URSELF
hobi: this is why jennie left
tae: hobi u look 12
yoongi: weak as hell
hobi: also not true at all
jk: 12 out of 10!!!!!
hobi: i’m blushingg😊☺️
jk: stop
hobi: oh
tae: namjoon is a shit leader
namjoon: ???? okay
if ur unhappy here you are free to leave taehyung
jk: WOAH WOAH WOAH
y/n: OOOOOOOO
he said ur full name
that’s crazy
yoongi: leave
tae: ummmm wtf
take that back rn
joon what the hell 😢😢😢😢😢😢
i’m so upset
wtf is wrong with you
TAKE IT BACK
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😥😥😥😥😥😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😥😥😥😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓
omg…
wow he’s really mad at me
after all i’ve done
wow
i feel so worthless
im just an idiot
everyone hates me
namjoon: ???
tae: do you not love me??
jimin: no
namjoon: i’m confused…
tae: u just slapped me across the face
namjoom: i’m sorry?
tae: it’s okay i forgive you i guess 😕
just say u take it back
namjoon: i take it back??
hobi: a typical gaslighter at work
y/n: namjoon ur too soft
namjoon: what just happened
jimin: ur weak
hobi: smh smh
jin: i hope layover flops
tae: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
NAMJOON WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT
namjoon: jin why did you say that
jin: i stand by it
he called me big
FOR NO REASON
jennie is NEVER loving you again
tae: LET HER GO
jin: YOU FIRST
jk: guys don’t shout yoongi gets headaches
yoongi: i do
jimin: old as hell
yoongi: what?
jimin: nothing
y/n: idk if you guys know this but ur strange
hobi: and ur not??
y/n: do you want to fight rn?
hobi: with our tongues?
y/n: strange
tae: stranger things
jimin: u the strangest thing ong 💀🙏🏼
tae: ong?
jimin: the one and only
tae: Oh my god this New album called layover is so Good?
jimin: he’s delusional oh my god
jk: hobi why haven’t you been singing today i miss it
hobi: i’m a changed man
jk: change back pls im upset
hobi: i’m a lover i’m a loser
jk: thank u
hobi: 🙏🏼
namjoon: we have a meeting in 10
jin: don’t care
y/n: hours?? minutes? seconds? DAYS???
yoongi: vague as hell
jimin: give us more than that namjoon
namjoon: sorry forgot u guys lacked common sense
jk: OMG???
that’s not nice at all is it?
tae: meeting???
i’m not even in the country rn wtf
jin: DONT TELL ME HES STILL STUCK IN PARIS OH MY GODDDDDF
BROKE BOY ALERTTTTTTTT
tae: I AM NOt
that was AGES ago get a grip
jin: where are you then
tae: don’t worry
jin: trust me i’m not
tae: kys
namjoon: wydm ur not in the country???
tae: lmao?
y/n: YIKESSSSS
namjoon: i give up
hobi: you said that already
namjoon: i mean it this time
jimin: damn
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cheynovak · 10 months ago
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The assistant - part 2(Alternative ending)
Reader x Soldier Boy 
Warnings:  Smut 18+, Fluff, Alcohol, unprotected sex. (Make sure your always protected!)  
Side note: English isn’t my first language.  
Words:  3184
This is the alternative ending for part 2
 – the first part of this story remains the same make sure you read the original second part to be up to date for this one.  
  
Second part of the story “The assistant” Soldier boy had just told Y/N that he didn’t want her to be his secret girl. But how are they going to deal with Crimson Countess (CC as Y/N calls her) and did he really mean everything he said? Y/N starts to doubt her relationship and Ben now that time had passed an nothing seems to change. Does he really love her?  
 
*note: the timeline may not always follow the boys timeline.* 
 
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Short recap: the assistant part 2  
More and more people started to gather in the hall. “I really thought that one day I would be the girl who gave you children or the one you loved enough to leave this shithole for.” Ben kept listening to her. He never told her he loved her because there was something that held him back, he hoped that giving her all those things would show her he loved her. He had no idea that it would seem that he bought her patience. Even now, when he felt this was his last chance to show her, he cramped up thinking, I’m no good for her, she deserves a man who says he loves her every day. “Sweetheart, I ... I’m sorry.” he said while stepping back giving her space. Y/N’s heart dropped “So that’s it? I’m sorry?” Ben didn’t even look at her anymore hoping she wouldn’t see his tears. Y/N looked around starting to feel suffocating, nauseous.  
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That was all Y/N could take so she left, leaving Ben in the middle of the hall. She could hear him yell at the employees. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!”  
Y/N didn’t want to go home so instead she drove to her parent’s house. Luckly only her mom was home. “Honey what happened?” She asked while drying her hands on the towel. “I think, Ben and I broke up mom.” Y/N said trying to keep her tears from falling, clearly not working. “Oh sweety, come here.” Her mom pulled her in for a hug holding her down to her until they heard the door opening. Y/N’s dad walked in looking worried. After a long talk with some tea and tears Y/N explained how she felt to her parents. Her mom even offers her to stay in her old room for a couple of days just to get some rest. She accepted it just for that night but didn’t want to leave her apartment for too long.  
The next week Ben stood in front of Y/N’s office every day, considering knocking on her door or to leave her be. He didn’t know she took the rest of the week off. But today, before he could decide Gunpowder walked towards him. ”Sir? She isn’t at work today.” Ben looked down at him a little shamed he saw him. “She actually took the week off. I had an appointment with her, but she called the office to reschedule.” Gunpowder added. “Why did you want to see her? Complaining about me?” He huffed. “No Sir, I was worried, she had no clients anymore, no one trusted her, so I thought it would be good for her if someone took the first step.” He smiled and walked away. No one trusted her anymore Ben thought, she had to be heartbroken, she really took her job serious, loved it even.  
That night Y/N had agreed to meet her old friends, Sophia and Jenny for a drink at the local bar where they used to go. She did her best not to look like a washed up heartbroken drunk. She did her hair, nails and make up, chose a nice classic black dress not to short but short enough to show off her legs. Added some red heels that matched her lipstick and purse. Just because he isn’t seeing her doesn’t mean I have to walk around in trainers she thought to herself. Her friends were surprised to see her like that. “Damn Girl! Vought did you good!” Sophia said the minute Y/N walked in. It was like time stood still, booze floated, and old memories were shared. For the first time that week she actually felt good.  
Ben on the other hand felt horrible and alone in his bed. So, instead of wandering around he decided to talk to Y/N. But when he knocked on her apartment door no one answered. “Her parents.” he said under his breath.  
“Yes.” Her dad answered the door crossing his arms. “Y/N, is she here?” Ben asked trying to ignore Richard’s attitude. “No.” He closed the door. Ben tried again. Only this time her mom opened. ”I’m sorry Ben, you have to understand Richard, you hurt his little girl.” She said while taking a step outside. “I’m trying to make it up. I’m trying to...” He took a pause to choose his words carefully. “Do you have any idea where she is?- “She isn’t here. She is out with friends, but I doubt she wants to see you.” Ben nodded. “Mary, all I can do is try.” You mother placed her hand on his shoulder. “I hope you two work things out. The way you look at her, reminds me of the way Richard used to look at me.”  
“So, Y/N.” Sophia started. “Vought, Supes... Anyone striking your eye?“ She asked teasingly. Y/N sighs “Well, to be honest, we just broke up. But I wanted to keep it light today so, no breakup tragedies tonight.” - “Was it someone famous?” Jenny asked. “Kind of, I'll tell you all about it next time, tonight fun!” Y/N managed to say with a smile. “My turn to buy right?  
Y/N quickly got up to the bar, but the place was so busy the bartender didn’t saw her standing there. A not so bad looking guy lifted his hand above Y/N asking the bartender to take their order. “This lovely lady was first.” He said looking at Y/N. “awwh thanks!” she smiled softy. Not much later returning to their table. “He looked cute.” Jenny said while looking him up and down. “I guess... If you say so.”  
The guy saw that the girls were all looking at him. So, he took his shot and came to the table. A little small talk, some laughs and buying the girls more drinks, even though Y/N was the one who didn’t flirt with him, she was the one he liked and clearly tried to show off to. After hours of searching Ben saw Y/N standing at the table, in the last bar he wanted to search before giving up. She looked good he noticed. But instead of being extremely glad he found her, he got jealous, he noticed the guy with you, laying his hand on your shoulder, standing a little too close to her, even though every time he closed in space you stepped back, that’s my girl he thought, Ben decided to watch you for now. 
After a while your girlfriends went to the bathroom leaving you alone with him. He whispered something in Y/N’s ear while holding his hand on her lower back. Y/N wanted to take a step back when his face came way to close to her for her liking. But he held her. That was it, Ben stormed through the crowed “Hey Buddy, let the girl go.” he said while grabbing his shoulders “Dude, find yourself another chick!” The guy said without looking at Ben turning again towards Y/N. You friends came back, and Y/N had already taken a few steps away. “Ben? What are you doing here?” She was surprised. “Is that soldier boy?” Jenny asked Sophia just a little too loud, people around them stopped their conversation one by one.  
“I wanted to talk to you Y/N. So, I searched for you and a good thing I did.” Ben looked over his shoulder at the guy while he walked past him. Ben took her hands in his and looked her in the eye. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry for the way we ended things.”  
Sophie, jenny and pretty much everyone around you, who started to recognise Ben, were flabbergasted. “I think we need to talk.” Ben added. “Yeah, I guess we do. But not here.” Y/N said trying to stay firm walking passed him.” Outside, know!” The way she stands her ground made Ben so warm almost blush. Y/N made sure to walk around to the ally, Ben walked close behind her, his eyes lingered on her, taking in every inch of her body. Once out of side of the public eye Y/N turned around “What the hell Ben, have you been following me?” But instead of answering he pulled her in his arms. “I’ve missed you sweetheart.” It took Y/N a second to respond but eventually she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I missed you too.”  
“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked muffed against his chest. He didn’t answer. “Ben?” He lifted her head up with his hand under her chin, she looked in his perfect green eyes and for the first time in forever she noticed he was crying. Without a word he pressed his lips against hers. Y/N knew this was where she belongs. Without hesitation answered his kiss pulling him closer by his neck. Ben’s hands moved down to her ribs holding her tight. It wasn’t a long kiss, neither was it sexually loaded, no but it was a kiss with passion and love. When their lips parted, they were both out of breath. Still holding each other, their heads touching. “Ben...” He hummed “Maybe it’s more comfortable to talk somewhere private? And warmer?” She asked letting go of a shiver. “What do you suggest?” Finally, she heard his strong yet fragile voice. “Why don’t you go to my apartment, I’ll finish up here, I need to talk to my friends before leaving. And we talk there?” She lifted her face to look at him. He kissed her again. “Don’t take long.”  
Y/N walked back to her friends. Who stood there, Sophia with her arms and mouth wide open. While Jenny almost jumped her. “Soldier Boy, really Y/N!” - “Yeah girl, he is kind of famous! Kind of my ass!” Y/N couldn’t help but blush. “Oh please, we are... I don’t know. Friend, I guess.” Sophia looked at you with an annoyed look ‘Y/N, your lipstick tells me otherwise.” Jenny pulled a little mirror out of her purse and gave it to Y/N. Her lipstick had been smudged, she quickly cleaned herself up with a small tissue from the table. “Where is he?” Jenny asked looking way to obvious behind Y/N. “We agreed to talk, in private there is way too much that need to be said. So, I agreed to meet him at my place.” She looked apologetic at her friend. “What are you waiting for? Go home!” Jenny slapped her thigh with the back of her hand.  
As Y/N walked through the hall she could see Ben’s tall strong body like shadow leaning against the wall looking at his feet. Arms folded over his chest. Even though it had been only a week since she touched him, her body reacted like an addict. The closer she got to him the more she felt the arousal in her body glowing. The second he saw her he stood up and flashed her a perfect little smile. So perfect she thought to herself.  She unlocked the door walked inside and left the door open for him to follow her. The second she heard Ben closing the door his pushed his back against it, moving her hands up his torso around his neck. He felt her fingers in his hair pulling him down, all while still locking eyes and moving very, very slow. She kissed him with a deep burning sensation, her tongue asking permission which he gladly granted. His hands held her hips firm against his body. She could feel that this wasn’t enough for her she needed more of him.  
When she started to undo his shirt, he stopped her. “Are you sure?” he asked with a deep and heated voice. “Is Soldier boy really asking if I want to have sex?” she teasingly answered, expecting him to smirk or grin. “No, but Ben wants you to be sure, before doing something that might hurt you mentally.” he whispered. Y/N smiled “There no better answer.” Their lips found each other again. Ben undressed her smooth, lifting her dress over her head only leaving her lips when doing so, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. When he gracefully dropped her on the bed, he took off his own suit before covering her almost naked body with his. Her fingers glided over the muscles on his back and shoulders. Touching every inch of skin while his hand moved up from her knee over her thigh, pinching her hip while he kissed her neck. Y/N moaned his name.  
She was used to his roughness, but this, this was a passion she never knew he possessed. “I want you.” He whispered in her ear. “Then take me.” He lifted himself to look in her eyes. “I’m all yours.” She said. Ben started his trail of kisses down her body. Making sure every inch of it felt loved while his hands undid her bra, massage her breasts. Y/N’s back arched while she whimpered. Ben looked through his lashes at her while his hands had moved down to her panties. His fingers slipped under the silk material of it and pulled them down, while kissing her core. She could feel his breath against her clit, her hand moved down to his hair. Ben licked a long stroke over her slit. “Even sweeter than I remember.” He softly spoke before licking her again. He took his time. No one to bother them, no rush, just pleasure.  
“Ben... I need more.” She managed to say between breathes. “What do you need sweetheart?” He asked while lifting his body over hers again softly sucking her neck. Y/N wrapped her legs around his hip pulling him in. She could feel his erection against her tight. The unexpected movement from her made him moan in her ear. “Please.” She begged him. Ben moves back to remove the last piece of his clothing, lining him up against her overstimulated pussy, pushing slowly in. They both moaned once he fully bottomed out. Ben trusted hard, he quickly found a speed that wasn’t rushed but felt unbelievable good for her. Y/N kissed his neck and shoulders while encouraging him to keep going. Her hands found their way to his ass, her nails moved softy over them. Ben understood her and started to thrust a little harder but didn’t speed up.  
Y/N could feel her orgasm building and so did Ben, he felt her whole body shivering under his touch, “Let go sweetheart, I can feel it, let go.” He breather out. “I’m right behind you.” He felt her body reacting to it, watched as he pushed her over the edge. Ben’s thrust started to get out of rhythm. He kissed her passioned holding her tight, she felt his hips stutter while coming inside her. Moaning her name. The first minute Ben didn’t move. He looked at her, moved the piece of hair out of the way and smiled. “What?” Y/N asked completely out of breath. “I love you.” He blurred out still looking at her. “I love you.” He said again but this time a with a little more thought to it. Y/N couldn’t contain her smile. “I love you too.” He lowered his head on her chest, staying there a little longer before getting out to grab some tissues for her, he took care of her, his touch was soft, it felt intimate. He then got back in the bed on other side pulling her in against his chest. His chin lingering on her head her fingers drawing circles on his chest. Before you both fall asleep. 
Y/N woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon, she turned around to see her bed was empty but when she got up and walked into the kitchen she sees Ben, he was trying to prepare breakfast. She wrapped her arms around him kissing his naked shoulder “I could get used to this.” He chuckled “Well don’t. I already burned the toast twice and dropped an egg or two.” They both laughed at that. Y/N placed her cheek against his shoulder “Do I have time for a quick shower?” He looked over at her kissing her temple and hummed agreeingly.  
In the shower Y/N started to realise what happened last night. This wasn’t just sex, this wasn’t pure pleasure, for the first time they actually made love. And she truly believed him when he said he loved her. When she got out of the shower Ben had managed to prepare a semi decent breakfast. He held out her chair for her and put on some music in the background, the first minute it was quiet, neither of them knowing where to start. So, Y/N took the lead. “Ben... I know I said things that day that must have hurt you. And I want you to know that... I believe you and it was wrong to doubt you. I'm sorry.” Ben nodded letting the words sink in. “I know that I don’t have the track record of being the perfect... partner. But you changed me for the better. And I can see now how the past two years must have been for you. I never wanted to buy your patience. And as far as me showing how much I care for you... How much I love you...” Ben grabbed her hand. “I never had someone that made me feel the way you do and It’s hard for me to open up. But I’m trying sweetheart, you deserved to be told daily that you’re loved.” He smiled shyly.  
“So, what now?” Y/N asked. “I’ve been thinking last night while I waited for you, I would like to take a step forward.” He answered. “Meaning?” - “How about I move in with you. Vought will be work, this can be our safe place our home.” Y/N’s eyes glistered with joy. She got up walked around the table. Ben moved his chair back, you took a seat on his lap, arms around his neck. “For the record, I do want you to be the mother of my children. And then I’ll retire we move to the countryside.” He said placing his hand on your belly, he kissed your lips.  
“Alright, let’s do it.  
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the-roo-too · 1 year ago
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do you write for blackpink? if you do then can i request for jennie fluff alphabet ❤️🫰🏻- 🌸
i write for nmixx, nwjns and le sserafim, tho i can take requests for other girl groups! if i’m familiar with the idol, they’ll be put under the ‘others’ part of my masterlist :D
just like the jimin fic
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candy -> jennie ruby jane ver
aka the fluff alphabet
admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- being with someone like jennie in the industry like this is hard, so she definitely admires the fact that you still decided to stick with her! waking up with you in her arms just makes her go all soft :((
body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your neck 👹 for neck kisses ofc, very affectionate 🥸
cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- jennie really likes cuddling when one of you is sitting on the other’s lap 🤭 it just feels so secure and private yk?
dates (what’s her ideal date)- deffo a secured place, maybe a picnic somewhere? jennie prefers domestic dates 😌
emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- she feels like you’re the one person who won’t ever judge her, so she expresses what she feels always, be it verbally or just by her behaviour 🧍‍♀️
family (does she want one)- definitely does, but not right now, not while she’s a big public person 🥶 jennie will probably want to have a lil family with you in a couple years time tho! 🫶
holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yesss 🤭 i’ll talk about it later, but holding hands makes her feel calm! 🤝
injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- ma girl jennie goes l i v i d 👹 she will burn the cause of your pain with her bare hands, im not even joking
jokes (does she like to joke around)- a bit? it’s normal for her to be slightly playful, but jennie isn’t the type to tease you all day or something. she’s just chill
kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i already mentioned that, but neck kisses! loves them like 🤭🤭 they are very soft tho, it’s not a sexual thing, just casually planting a lil smooch on the side of your neck <33
love (what’s her love language)- jennie is filthy rich, her love language is definitely gift giving! you could wake up on a random day and there’s just a very expensive bag or new perfumes sitting on your nightstand with a little note ‘thought this was cute, have a good day love!’
memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- sneaking out to get snacks at 3 am 🤭 it was during your movie night on your 6 months anniversary and the memory is just very dear to her <33
nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- it’s not about sleeping directly, but jennie is big on skincare routines before bed! she posts cute photos of you two wearing face moisturising masks on her secret spam account
oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- acting like a grownup one second and then using baby voice on you is pretty quirky 💔
pet names (what does she like to call you)- i’m sorry but she isn’t creative in that field 💀 ‘love’, ‘honey’ yk the usual ones. not really anything out of ordinary
quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- jennie LOVES to spill to you all the tea she has on famous people 😭 that’s her favourite part time activity tbh
rush (does she rush into things)- absolutely not, jennie has everything planned out with you. dates, outings with friends, she likes to keep things under control
secrets (how open is she with you)- in her field of work, she needs to keep some stuff to herself. i feel like jennie doesn’t like not being honest to you, so she tries to avoid topics she can’t talk about
time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 3 moths 🥶 she was scared you wouldn’t like her back! who wouldn’t like her back tho but she took you on a cute lil friendly date to the park and very shyly confessed her luv for you :((
upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she does that goofy baby voice idk if you know what i’m talking about 😭 but jennie like coaxes out of you what’s wrong :((
visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- i’m sorry but yes 😭 we’re talking about jennie, there’s a 50/50 chance the public would skin you both for existing so 💔 she’s actually more scared that people would attack you if the two of you did actually come out :((
warrior (how often do you fight)- jennie is a busy person and while you don’t fight too often, it does annoy you when she misses a date or comes home late and just lays down in bed. you’re very understating tho :(( so even if a argument does appear, you quickly try to resolve it
x-ray (is she able to read you)- let’s be honest, jennie knows you better than you know yourself. she knows all your needs and can read your emotions pretty well, she’s a true one 💪
yes (how would she propose to you)- balloons everywhere, lights! both your families are present, your friends, a suspiciously expensive photographer and all that stuff. when jennie does propose to you, she does it in the flashiest way possible 😌✨
zen (what makes her feel calm)- holding hands 🤭 it kinda grounds her, reminds her you’re there with her and she’s not alone! <3
part of [the fluff series]
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shinystarfishmoon · 1 year ago
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letter to you by your heigher self
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Hi everyone welcome back to my new pac💗
I initially thought of making this about your grey side but thought my reading lately were getting too much into improving yourself and grey side.. I mean what about self love?so here We are ☺️
Also I am posting this pac Just 2 days before my College stats.. so it will take a while for other pac to come 😶‍🌫️
You can choose from the above animation of Jennie left to right . Take deep breaths and choose the plie.. ✨✨
if you like this reading follow and reblog for more such reading 💗
Non of this animation are mine . I found them on printrest
Plie 1
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Welcome to your reading plie no 1 🐥
Cards: queen of coins, the fool, 5 of cups, 8of wands ,king of Wands , the world ,4 of cups
Letter 💌
Hi sweetheart
I am your heigher self talking to you,.. I have so much to say but will start with compliments that I want to give you ... My dear your are such a good leader, it's admirable how you are really good at not only seeing how things benefits you but also considering about how they can benefit others . Your Practical approach towards the goals you have for future is admirable. But you need to understand that working is not only way that you are gonna grow sometimes you need to be having fun and enjoying your life because we may think that is not the last time that we are going to have fun or we there will be another times that we could have fun but I think that you need to start to live in the present I love that your working for your future but honey you need need to go out and need to have fun you need to be like a fool who loves life and is adventurous don't let don't play let the curiosity of a child that you have inside your heart die. You have came so far and when you look behind you will see that you have given given up so much for the things and the goals that you have for yourself at the end of the day you are making it work out but you need to know that balance is the key for healthy life and you may sometimes feel trapped because of the the overload of the work that you are doing I know you love work and you are practical about it but you need to go out and have fun touch some grass, and not always be on the laptop working . Do not feel that you are onworthy of all the things are the blessings coming your way because you have done the work you are doing the work and you are putting the effort that it needs to manifest your dreams and they are going to come true.. you need to exercise or at least to yoga or stretch your body wake up early because the bad habits of staying up all night and and not doing exercise are not good for yourself in your health so drop that bad habits girlll . Love yourself have self-care days . 💌💗
Messages: You are always loved and supported
Thats all that I have for you plie 1💗
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Welcome to plie 2😺
Cards: judgment, chalices, the express, the hanged man (in reversed) 2 of coins king of wands, strength
Letters 💌
Hello there.. you have come so far facing all the hurdles on your way and you are still afraid what are you afraid about? The thing in the past happened with you they were not something small you went through that and you still fine . What makes you think that the obstacles in future will terrify you or you are not going to make through them ? You need to love yourself to find someone who truly loves you it's not only about romantic relationships that you will be having in the future but it's also about the friendship that you are going to make , if you are not loving yourself enough you are not secure enough in yourself that will project in you manifesting people who are insecure and in you manifesting the same experience that you did in the past. You need to heal yourself and fill up your own Cup before you even start to look for love or friendship in others you need to be your friend and your lover first to find that in another people .Its not just about being loved but it's also about being able to love yourself. You need to be kind to yourself you need to say good things about yourself you need to say the things that you want to hear from your love from your friends why do you need other people to compliment you you can compliment yourself it's not crazy many people do compliment themselves and its not crazy you are not crazy!!. You are scared of changes but you still know that changes are important for you you know that changes are important for you and your still afraid of them your afraid of change is because you don't know what it brings with them you don't you are afraid of the unknown you don't have to be afraid of the changes girl it can be very beautiful why always think about the worst . focus on the good things that can happen with changes. You need to balance your life you need to find balance between being extra giving and saving it for yourself saving doesn't mean that you are being greedy doesn't mean that you are selfish no. Think about yourself before you think about others it's fine it's not selfish you this is you just balancing your life because you are a person who will think about others before you think about yourself and I really want you to think about yourself first . I want you to put yourself first and . All this will require a lot of strength and courage and I know that you have that in yourself I know you can do this I know you have that courage and strength to handle changes . Change is not always bad.
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You are worthy or being loved, love yourself first, balance,change is good,
Thats all I have for you plie 2
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Hello plie 3
Cards: king of swords, queen of swords,9 of cups, Queen of wands, the emperor, 4 of swords , Queen of cups
Hi There ...so much I want to say to you right now lets get to the most imp thing first.. Stop letting people walk all over you !!!! Stand up for yoursel . if people think that it is rude of you to stand up for yourself let them think that you are rude but you need to stand up for yourself and not let people that are rude that are hurting you emotionally get away with that you need to be bluntly honest and if it's hurting someone's feelings that is none of your business they should not be rude to you when you are being so kind to them speak for yourself . You have work so hard and achieved many of you goals and you should be celebrating do not let people who are not kind to you ruin your celebrations because you have works so hard for all that you have achieved do not let them walk all over you because you deserve to be appreciated and you deserve to be successful. Successful Peoples speak up for themselves stand for themselves and do not take anybody is crap . You are really creative person who has lot of ideas and lot of things that they want to do in their life but for you to even start something you need to stand up for yourself you need to speak for yourself because without that you cannot even interact with people. In future you are going to be at many leadership roles and that's why you need this quality to make your life easier it's always nights to be a little bit rude when you are bluntly honest then to lie and be nice. We get aware of the things and the people around p around you because not all people are nice summer bluntly manipulative and not nice rude you need to have the ability to see through people's intention. And the last thing that I want to tell you is that you are doing so much and its working for you attend of they everything will be worth it but you also need to rest yourself heel yourself and do some kinds of like activities that help you dress or therapy to you it can be anything just get back into your hobbies rest for a while rest is very important. ✨💌
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Speak up.! Be honest
That's all that I have for you plie 3 💗
Thank you so much for reading 🐥🐥
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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago
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Oil At The Coffee Shop XIV
Eddie X Fem!Reader
Summary : The Finale
Word Count : 1.4k
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Warnings : Not proofread, fluff, talks of pregnancy (not reader), fluffy ending for our couple, just cuteness all around, rambles.
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It had been over 18 months since you moved to Hawkins, Indiana which may have been the best decision you’d ever made in your life. You had travelled home for a couple days as it was Diane’s 30th birthday.
Knocking on the front door, a little head popped out, “Hi buddy.” Matthews face was covered with a grin, he reached out to give you a hug. “God you’ve gotten so big,” you laughed as you lifted him up.
“Bud I told you not to answer the door,” you heard Scott speaking, but he couldn’t stay mad at his son when he saw you stood there.
“Hi Scottie.”
“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a big hug. You hadn’t been able to see them in a while, so it was needed. “Guess who I brought with me?” You whispered to Matt, but loud enough so Scott could hear.
“Who?” he asked wide eyed, but before you could answer a man with a head for a curls walked up the path, bags in hand. “Uncle Eddie!” The small boy wriggled from your arms, and ran to him.
“Hey little man,” he laughed, wrapping him in a hug. Walking up to you and your brother, he hugged him too, the pair actually got on very well.
“Come on, let’s get inside.”
“Who is it Honey?” you heard Diane’s voice.
“Only your favourite people in the world,” you teased. Squealing, she ran - well waddled, to wrap her arms around you. “Oh my love how are you?”
“I’m great how are you birthday girl?”
“You know, as well as I can be,” she placed her hand on her swollen belly. “How’s the little bean doing?”
“Wriggly, that’s how they are.”
“Where’s the munchkin?”
“Kitchen, she’s eating a snack.” Wandering to the room, you saw the little lady eating her apple slices, dipping them in what you could only assume was peanut butter.
“Can I have one?” you asked, making the small girl jump slightly, but as soon as she realised who it was she was up on her feet. Bouncing on her feet and clapping in a way that you couldn’t help but grin at.
“Hi munchkin.”
“Hello!” she laughed as you picked her up, placing kisses to her sticky cheeks. “Is uncle Eddie here?” she asked.
“Why don’t we go see?”
Walking with the small girl on your hip, you found Eddie smiling as he chatted with Diane. “Eddie!” she squealed.
“Well hello you.” Taking Jenny from your arms her hands found his hair instinctively.
“Pretty,” she cooed.
“Thank you love. Your hairs very pretty too.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want to sit with me whilst your mom opens her presents?” he asked her, she nodded happily.
Eddie sat with Jenny in his lap, the small girl inspecting his curls, wrapping them around her fingers. You think she may be the only person who loves them more than you.
Diane had originally come from New York, but moved after meeting your brother. Like you she didn’t travel back home often to see her family, so you and Eddie decided to buy them tickets to travel back.
As she read her card explaining what was happening her eyes welled up with tears, “You’re kidding?” she asked.
“Nope,” you smiled.
“Oh thank you so much,” she cried, hugging you tightly.
“Mama okay?” Jenny asked, looking up at Eddie. “Yeah moms okay, just super happy.”
“I blame the baby hormones entirely,” the woman joked, a grin on her face.
“Happy Birthday.”
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Sat around the dinner table, your grandmother was also here now. She was another member in your family who absolutely adored Eddie.
Kissing his cheek as you passed to sit down next to him, he smiled, continuing to chat to the older woman. “So how is work treating you Edward?” she asked.
“It’s going well, me and my uncle are working hard.”
“You’re still taking rest though?”
“I make sure he does Gran.”
“And how’s the shop?”
“It’s great.”
“Who’s looking after it at the moment?”
“Max and El are in charge, but I have a couple more employees now.” She nodded, happy that her sisters shop was being well cared for.
You chatted happily, sat next to Jenny who was playing with her pasta. You wiped the small girls mouth, rubbing a hand over her cheek fondly.
“When are you planning on having some?” Your grandmother asked. Eddie choked on his drink, “I’m sorry?”
“When are you two planning on having kids?”
“Oh uh .. gran we’re not really ready to think about that yet,” you said to the woman.
“Well don’t keep me waiting!”
“Gran, Diane is pregnant right now, you’ve got another grandchild on the way.”
“And?” she teased.
“Okay, new topic please,” you flushed.
Eddie took your hand under the table, squeezing it gently. You looked up and he smiled softly at you, your face was warm, but you mimicked his expression.
“So when are you two travelling to see your family?” the woman asked Diane, and your focus went back to Jenny.
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“Drive safe!” Scott called out.
“We will!” you shouted back and were off, heading back to Hawkins. Eddie took your hand, holding it and kissing the back of it.
“You okay?”
“Mhm, it’s always hard leaving them, but we’ll see them soon.”
“I hope so, it was nice seeing your Gran again soon.”
“She keeps saying about coming to Hawkins, she misses it.”
“We’ll get her down, make a thing of it.”
“I think she’d like that.”
“Wayne’s asked if you wanted to come over for dinner when we get back?”
“I’d love that actually.”
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You’d been to your apartment to drop off your things and then headed to the trailer park to see Wayne. Eddie shared a big hug with his uncle, squeezing him tight. “Hey son.”
When they pulled away, Wayne smiled at you, “Hi Honey.”
“Hello,” you spoke, giving him a hug, not as tight as Eddie had, but a big hug nonetheless.
“Did you guys have a nice trip?”
“Oh it was great, how’s the shop been?” Eddie asked. “It’s been fine, but let’s not talk work, tell me everything over dinner.”
The three of you sat down to eat a nice warm meal, Wayne had made an older recipe of his moms. “This is delicious Wayne, thank you.”
“Oh honey don’t make me blush.”
“I’m being serious, you’ll have to give me the recipe.” He laughed, but paused as if he remembered something. “I actually have this for you,” he stood from the table.
He handed you over a few pieces of paper, the writing on it was his, messy chicken scratch, but you were use to it by now. “Wayne is this-“
“My sweet tea, I think it’s time we share it with others.”
“Oh thank you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around the man.
“It’s the least I can do,” he spoke.
“I think you’ve become her favourite Munson old man,” Eddie laughed.
“Who says he hasn’t always been?” you teased.
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“Thank you again Wayne,” kissing the man’s cheek you waved goodbye. “You kids get back safe.”
The journey back to the shop was a short and quiet one, you and Eddie exhausted from all of the travelling you’d done today. “I’m ready for bed,” the man sighed, waking inside.
“Me too, but um .. before that can we talk about something?”
“Sure Sweetheart what’s up?” Leading him to the couch you sat side by side, holding his hand in yours.
“You know how we’ve been together a while now?”
“Mhm, best 18 months of my life,” he smiled.
“Same here. I was thinking maybe … if you’d want to .. you can say no.”
“Sweetheart, relax it’s just me.”
“Okay, okay. I was wondering if maybe you’d want to move in. Here. With me.”
“Move in with you?”
“I mean yeah, half your stuff is here already and you stay most nights and you have a key, but I want you to be here every night. I want this to be your home. Our first home.”
Before you could say anymore he was cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your mouth. “I would love to live with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes baby, really.”
“We’re really doing this?”
“We are. And hey maybe we could get some practice making those babies your gran spoke about.” You laughed, smacking his chest.
“Make me a Munson and then we can talk about that,” you teased.
“Oh I plan too.”
“I love you Eddie.”
“Sweetheart I love you too.”
THE END
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A/N : i genuinely can’t believe this is the end. the love and support for this story have been so overwhelming, i adore all of you. thank you for every like, comment and reblog it has been insane. thank you thank you thank you. that is all i can say.
i’m gonna miss these guys so much, but i wanted them to have a simple and loving ending. that’s what they deserve.
love you all 🤍
- Lou
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edgessunflower · 5 months ago
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Thousand words said at once
Pairing: Jennifer Honey x Fem reader
Description: Matilda reunites you and Jennifer after years apart due to Miss Trunchbull
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"Are you Y/N?" you look up from gardening to see a little girl who couldn't have been more than seven at the most as you take your gloves off and lightly dust your knees off. "Yes, what's your name sweetie?" the two of you still through your greenhouse as Matilda tells you about the school and not only was Jennifer her teacher but had talked about you to the class leading to her finding your address in a phone book so that you could help keep the children safe and help jennifer get her house back, you immediately agreed despite the lingering trauma from what had happened to you in the school at the hands of Miss Trunchbull as a child but you made a promise that you would always be there for jennifer no matter what even if it reopened the wounds of the past. The yells you heard from the classroom in the hallway made your heart stop before anger washed over you and memories flooded of every bad thing that had happened to you, "You're not going to do anything to another child anymore!" jen couldn't believe her eyes seeing you as you stand eye to eye with miss trunchbull letting out every single thought you had wanted to say and kept hidden for so many years but you weren't afraid anymore as miss trunchbull is driven out of the school with help from the kids especially matilda who could see just how much you and jenny truly cared for each other even if she didn't truly understand the real feelings the two of you had for each other. A gentle hand lays on your shoulder while smiling at matilda before turning to see jenny as she pulls you down the hall into a small office, "I always wondered what happened to you all these years, I have thought of you every single day and wrote you letters for two years" your heart soars as tears form in your eyes finding out that she never forgot about you when you had ran off trying to run away from your past that you finally tamed the demons of a few minutes earlier after twelve years and felt the weight of the world lifted off your shoulders, everything disappeared as her lips softly intertwine against your own like they had in your grandmother's garden years earlier as preteens in the fall. Neither of you are able to pull away until you were staring at each other completely breathless, the two of you along and matilda have tea and cookies at her house the next day not only rekindling the romance between the two of you but also adopting matilda together which only showed just how much jen cared for the little girl but only strengthen the relationship between the two of you over the next year and the beautiful spring wedding the two of you had leading to a beautiful and special domestic life with the small family of the three of you with jen becoming principal of Crunchem Hall while you wrote your own books and poetry.
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thebiggerbear · 10 months ago
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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - SDV Leah Prompt Response
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Summary: Leah tells you she wants a baby...a month after you've been married.
A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I love writing Leah and the farmer so much. I may or may not be a tad obsessed with this game sometimes. So naturally, I had to add Leah into this whole thing. 😊
Can be read as a continuation of A Prize Unlike Any Other and Where Were You On Our Wedding Day or as a standalone.
Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Leah x Female!Reader; Leah x Female!Farmer
Warnings: a smidgen of angst; fluff; mention of implied sex
Word Count: 1618
Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel
"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."
Soldier Boy version ✨ Beau version ✨ Dean version ✨ Jenny version ✨ Jason version ✨ Tom version ✨ CJ version ✨ Rachel version ✨ Anael version ✨ Alec version
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“I want a baby.”
You started choking on the omelet your wife had surprised you with this morning along with a fresh cup of coffee. After coughing and sputtering, you looked up at Leah, your eyes wide. “What?” You croaked out.
“I want a baby,” she repeated, crossing her arms.
You sucked down more coffee, still trying to clear your very irritated airway as you thought of what to say. You had only just gotten married a month ago! Shouldn’t there be some sort of grace period for you to be newlyweds and settle into married life before you even started thinking about adding to your newly renovated household?
“Well?” She challenged. 
You cleared your throat and set your cup down as you decided to answer her very carefully. “Honey, isn’t it…kind of early for us to be talking about this?”
Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, making your heart drop.
“I mean, we just got married and we just got the house finished,” you rushed out. Damn Robin for adding a crib in the spare room upstairs when she was finished. What had she been thinking? “And we’re still settling in…you know?”  
A dark pink tinge began to take residence in her cheeks. Uh oh.
“I told you I wanted a family. You knew this when you asked me to marry you.”
That was true. She had told you that and you both were on the same page. You wanted a family, too, especially with her. But you also thought you’d have some time to yourselves for a little while before making the leap together into parenthood. That you’d have time to enjoy each other while getting ready financially and emotionally for that next step. You hadn’t imagined that a mere two days before your first month as a married couple that she’d be demanding you speed into that next chapter of your lives. You’d barely begun the first one. 
“I know you do, Leah, and I want one, too. But, babe, can we maybe postpone the baby talk just by…a few months?”
Her eyes began to shimmer. Oh no.
“Fine,” she snapped. She spun on her heel and stormed out the door. Well, you were in for a world of trouble.
You let out a heavy sigh and hurriedly finished eating. You gulped down the rest of your coffee, got up, placed your dishes in the sink, and made your way after her.  
You should’ve known something was up. She had been fidgeting around the kitchen, moving from room to room to water the plants she’d imbued your house with when she moved in. You liked for the greenery to stay outside (or in the greenhouse) but she insisted she needed a little nature around her in the home, too. It had been one of your first compromises as a newly married couple just living together for the first time. For you, it was an easy thing to give. If she needed plants for it to feel more like home for her, then plants would be all throughout your main living space (and they were). But you had seen her water the plants yesterday so you knew that in conjunction with the coffee and breakfast, her having watered your crops for you after getting up early, and the fidgeting…you should’ve seen this coming.
You found her working on her sculpture in the back that she had been working on almost every single day since she’d moved to your farm. She always told you not to look too closely, it wasn’t finished yet by any means, but you loved to watch her work. The look of concentration she got on her beautiful face, the intensity in her eyes, the peeking of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she hacked away at the wood, the strength with which she wielded the chisel — all of it was a joy to watch.
Right now, she appeared to be attacking the huge piece of wood than she was shaping and molding it into something. You sighed quietly and then cleared your throat. “Leah, can we talk?”
“Not right now. I’m busy.”
You deflated slightly. She was really angry with you. She never refused to talk to you unless she was beyond furious. 
You carefully approached her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, stopping her motions. “Babe, we really need to talk,” you implored.
She tossed the chisel onto the work bench she had situated next to her and slowly turned to face you. It broke your heart to see recent tear tracks on her cheeks, her eyes still glistening and threatening to renew them. “What is there to talk about? I want a baby and you don’t.”
“That’s not true, Leah. I want a baby, too.”
“No, you don’t. You just said—”
“I just said that maybe we should wait a few months and then revisit the issue. That’s all. Babe,” You placed your hands on her shoulders, rubbing reassuring circles into them with your thumbs. “We just got married and you just moved in. Let us settle in a little first before we start bringing kids into the mix.” She dropped her gaze to the ground and you squeezed her shoulders. “I don’t think what I’m asking is unreasonable,” you said in the gentlest tone possible.
She sniffled and wiped her cheeks. “No. It’s not.” Her watery eyes met yours then. “But you don’t know how long the adoption process takes. Once we put in papers, we have to wait to be approved and then it could take a year or more for them to find us a baby.” Her eyes began to shimmer more intensely. “And I really want a baby,” she choked out before bursting into a sob.
You pulled her into your arms and hugged her, rubbing her back soothingly and shushing her in her ear. When she had cried herself out, when you heard sniffles and ragged inhales coming from your shoulder, then and only then did you move back and gently cup her face, wiping away any leftover tears with your thumbs. Even though her eyes were puffy and her face was red and her nose was running, she still was the most beautiful woman in the world to you. No one, not even Hayley, could top her beauty in your eyes.
“How about this? Give me two months—”
She opened her mouth to protest but you continued. 
“Two months and then we’ll revisit the kids conversation.” You felt her deflate under your touch but you worked to reassure her. “I want kids just like you do. I really do. And you’re right, I knew that about you when I married you. But like I said, we just got married and we need to settle into our life together first. So please give me that at least.”
Her eyes were wet once more but she sniffled and croaked out, “Okay.”
You smiled and pecked her lips, happy that you had been able to find a compromise. “In the meantime, why don’t you go ahead and fill out the adoption paperwork so we can file it and get approved?” Her expression brightened at that, her eyes now filling with a glimmer of hope instead of tears. “This way, when we’re ready, say, a couple of months down the line, we’ll already be approved and they can start looking right away for a baby for us.”
“You mean it?”
“Of course I mean it, babe. Now, what part of the paperwork do I need to fill out? And how much are we talking for a filing fee? I have a little money saved so that shouldn’t be—mmph.”
Leah had launched herself at you and was kissing you passionately. You chuckled into her mouth, knowing that made her happy. When she pulled away so you could get some air, she peppered kisses all over your face before pecking your lips again. 
“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling as she wrapped her arms around your neck. 
“Of course, sweetheart. I want you to be happy,” you whispered back. “I want us both to be happy.”
Her smile grew. “I am happy.”
“Good. Me too.” You kissed her sweetly but after a moment it began to turn heated. When you finally broke apart, seeing the light pink tinge in her cheeks, her lips a little swollen, and her gasping for air, you leaned into her ear to whisper huskily to her, “You know. That looks like a mighty fine workbench you’ve got there.”
“Oh no. Not my workbench and definitely not outside where anyone can walk up and see us. I still haven’t recovered from what happened last Spirit’s Eve. That was embarrassing enough for a lifetime, thank you.”
You pulled back, smirking down at her. “I don’t know why you keep going on about that. People thought any moans they heard were part of the haunted maze and I know you enjoyed yourself more than you’re willing to admit.”
Her cheeks reddened but her hands gripped your hips tightly and she dug her teeth into her bottom lip at the memory. “I hate you.”
She yanked you closer to her, and began to trail her lips down your jawline. “You sure have a weird way of showing that.”
“Shut up already and take me inside,” she murmured before kissing you again. 
“Yes ma’am,” you muttered to her lips. You picked her up and slung her over your shoulder fireman style, making her shriek and then giggle as you ran, right before you did just that. Tomorrow you could fill out the adoption paperwork; today, you intended to enjoy your time with your wife.
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lazystar · 1 year ago
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Aetherea
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Hwang Hyunjin x Plus Size! Reader
Art Student AU
Warnings/Notes:
18+ SMUT AHEAD!!! MDNI!!!!!
Love at First Sight, stupidly artsy language, undefined relationship used as a plot point, Hyunjin being down horrendous, Reader being a sweetheart, god i love this couple that came out my brain. Smut Contains: Oral (F Rec), Lots of Dirty Talk!, Slight Dom!Hyunjin and Sub!Reader, Mirror Sex, detailed descriptions, lots of love and passion. My usual humor filled ending because i am just a silly little goose.
Est. Word Count: ~4K
The moment his eyes locked with yours the world went silent, it was as if nothing mattered besides the angel in his view. Hyunjin was enamored from the moment you came into his world. The art major could wax poems, create Shakespeare rivaling sonnets, write an epic about the new muse that had come into his life. But he didn’t even know your name.
You had just transferred to JYP University that semester, you had chosen to come to the university to study art history after hearing about how good its varying arts programs were. The day you walked into your first painting course of the semester you had felt eyes on you as you sat down, you turned your head to see the most beautiful boy looking your way. His cheekbones and jawline looked like a sculptor had meticulously carved them out of marble, his luscious hair fell like a stone waterfall to his shoulders. He was something romantic poets dreamt of describing. Yet, here he was looking at you with a soft smile. You chose in the moments you had before your professor walked in to change seats to join the boy at his table.
“Um, I hope I’m not intruding or being weird, but you just give off the impression of someone I’d like to know. I’m Y/N, is it okay if I sit with you? I uh I don’t really know anyone here.” Your voice was shy and light, he was in awe that your cherub like self chose him to speak to.
“Y/N… that’s a beautiful name. I would love it if you would sit with me! I’m Hyunjin by the way, I’m an art major, I’m concentrating on painting but I also want to sculpt.” He smiled at you, his honeyed voice was warm and soft as it filled your ears. You had felt the flush come over your soft cheeks and you tried to avoid eye contact as you smiled to yourself shyly. He couldn’t help but take his pencil and sketch the view in front of him. “Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” He whispered, you barely caught the words. You turned toward him with a shocked gaze and he just gave you a shy smile.
As the weeks passed by, you and the boy with forever paint stained cuffs on his shirts grew closer. He never failed to make you blush with his compliments and words of praise to you. You were equally as good at bringing a smile to his face with your own compliments to his artistic prowess. On days where the two of you had time to relax you two would sit under the large oak tree in the courtyard talking about your favorite artists, artworks, films, anything that you both could spend hours rambling about. When you were talking he would lay his head on your plush thighs and rest it softly against the softness of your stomach as your hands played in his hair. He would keep his gaze locked on the brightness that filled your eyes as you passionately discussed the works of your favorite artists like Jenny Holzer along with other feminist artists. He was enamored with you, as were you with him. Neither of you needed to declare your infatuation, it was mutually understood that you two had become more than friends.
That was, until Hyunjin’s friends began to ask about you. The soft spoken, round cheeked, curvaceous goddess that had taken their friend’s attention from anyone else around him.
“Hyunjin, who is this new girl you’re always with? Your new giiirrrrlfrienddd?” Seungmin ribbed him as their friend group settled into their seats for dinner in the dining hall. You couldn’t join due to having to work on a paper discussing the importance of some art movement, he couldn’t recall which one.
“She’s uh— she’s someone important to me, we don’t really have a label or anything. I don’t know, it’s like we just get one another.” He responded with a shrug as he shoveled a fork filled with salad into his mouth.
“Sounds like you’re still single then bud, no conversation about what you are means you’re still a free man you know.” The younger male continued with a similar shrug and a laugh. This caused Hyunjin to pause, no label means neither of you owe the other anything. Does this mean he wasn’t the only guy making you blush, were there others trying to steal kisses from you while you painted? Were there others trying to make you laugh that fairylike giggle you would let out? Was he not your muse the way you were to him?
“I’ve gotta go!” He bolted up from his seat to race to your dorm room before his friends could even get him to explain. He needed to confirm he was your one and only, he couldn’t bare the idea of anyone else being in love with you the same way he was.
“Y/N open the door!” He frantically pleaded as he stood panting on the other side of the heavy wooden structure. You rose from your hunched position over your laptop to open it, confused as to why Hyunjin was sounding hysterical on the other side. You knew he was supposed to be eating with his friends, so why was he here now?
“Y/N please tell me I’m the only one you love. I’m scared someone else is going to steal you away from me. I need to know I am the only man who makes you smile, the only man who makes you blush, the only man you let kiss you when we’re in the back of class. Please tell me, I’m your one and only.” He rushed out as you opened the door, tears were flooding his warm coffee colored eyes as he stepped towards you to hold your face in his hands. The tears were cascading down his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, your heart was shattered seeing the panic on his face.
“My love, what are you going on about?” You cooed looking up at his red face, the usual stoicism far from his expression as true fear was laced in his furrowed brow and wide yearning eyes. “Of course you’re the only man for me. I love you, everything about you. Your hands create masterpieces, your mind is something people will want to study for its creativity. You are always going to be amazing to me, from those beautiful eyes that find beauty in everything, to those soft lips that you use to kiss me, to the strength you hold in every muscle. You are a work of art Hwang Hyunjin, I would be a fool to not love you.” You said softly as you pulled him from the doorway, you gently tugged him into your small dorm bed, pushing aside your laptop to hold his head on your ample chest. You let him draw patterns on the skin of your thigh which was only covered by the hem of the oversized shirt you had been wearing. You set your glasses aside, a pair you usually only wore for when you would be on the computer for hours on end, and looked toward the sniffling boy. “My angel, what brought this up?”
“The boys were teasing me about how much I like you. They said that since we don’t have a label that means we weren’t together. I began to panic! We are together right?!” You let out a soft snort and began to laugh quietly at his furrowed brow and worrisome expression. “Hey! Why are you laughing at me baby?” The boy pouted and looked over at you deeply offended. A smile slowly crept into his lips as he saw the adoration in your eyes, soft smile, and blush stained plump cheeks. You Looked at him as if he was the holder of the universe in its entirety.
“You are just too cute, Hyunjin. I’ve been yours from the moment you spoke to me. It was love at first sight for me and you know that. Sure we didn’t get serious until a little later but I am so deeply in love with you, label or not I am yours and you are mine.” You said as you kissed all over his face. His smile grew as he maneuvered to capture your lips in a deep breath stealing kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and his at your waist as the air surrounding you both grew heavy with need and passion.
You sighed into the kiss and clutched onto his shoulders as he licked against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You opened your mouth to let him in and mewled softly as he moved so your back was against the mattress and he was on top of you. You opened your eyes as the kiss broke to see the love struck look he was giving you. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, thumb softly rubbing over his high cheekbone, you mirrored his smile and said just with the look in your eyes how much he really meant to you.
“Y/N, be my girlfriend.” He whispered as he leaned back down to steal another passionate kiss.
“Of course my love.” You softly replied against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. The kiss grew heated as the two of you used the moment to show how deeply you were in love with each other. Clothes were slowly coming off, neither of you seemed to care who was removing what from the other, all you two cared about was getting more skin to skin contact with your lover.
You both were nude except for your underwear, the wet patch on the gusset of your panties was something Hyunjin couldn’t tear his eyes from. The two of you had sex before, but it was nothing like this. It was usually heated and quick, the two of you engulfed in lust and need for the other. It wasn’t soft like this, passionate like this, it wasn’t making love.
He was used to rough, hard, fast sexual escapes with you after nights out, where his possessive nature would take over seeing the way other men’s eyes would graze over your plump frame. He would end those nights pulling you into some random bedroom at a party or the bathroom to stake his claim, he had to let everyone know you were his. This time around he had to know from you that he was yours.
He ripped his gaze from the space between the plush thighs he hoped he could be buried between if given the choice. He looked up slowly toward your face, using the time to commit to memory; every stretch mark, ripple of plush fat that made you feel like a perfect pillow for his head on the days he needed to be held, he took in every freckle that was on your skin, everything you some days viewed as an imperfection. His eyes made their way up to your breasts where he took them in his hands softly teasing your nipples eliciting moans and mewls of want from you.
“You are so fucking beautiful Y/N, look at you, you’re a masterpiece.” He whispered as he trailed small love bites down your body to nestle his way between your thighs. “I could be buried here in between these fucking thighs, fuck I would be in heaven.” He muttered to himself as he licked at the wet patch on the gusset of the cotton underwear you hadn’t taken off yet. He was relishing in your soft whines and airy moans as he teased your clit through your panties, moaning himself at the taste and your responsiveness to even the slightest touch from him. He was in heaven, he was on cloud nine, he was enjoying every little reaction you gave as he nipped at your thighs and toyed with you.
“Baby, don’t tease me please. I need you.” You whimpered out as he kept toying with your pussy through your panties. They were uncomfortably stuck to you thanks to how worked up you were from Hyunjin’s predatory gaze when he would look up at you from between your thighs. Your pleas and begging eyes had him practically coming undone in that moment as he looked up at you. Your hair was sticking to your forehead from sweat, your chest heaving from your moans and pants, your skin flushed from arousal, you were erotic in every sense of the word.
He swiftly ripped your panties off of you and began to suckle on your clit like you were his last meal on death row, expertly maneuvering from sucking at your clit to burying his tongue deep within your seeping cunt. He had you veering on the edge of an orgasm within minutes, you sat up slightly to watch him and your nails were leaving scratches at his shoulder as the other hand clutched his hair, your nails slightly dug into his scalp as you clutched harder around his expert tongue as you teetered closer to cumming. He groaned at the slight pain, loving how reactive you were, how your moans echoed off the stone walls of the room, how he had to pin you down as you thrashed in pleasure. He could do this for hours, and if you let him he would.
His groan snapped that thin wire within you holding you back from the mind numbing sensation of orgasm. The high rocked through you like you had been shot into space, tremors of pleasure had your muscles quaking, your mind turning to mush, your only thoughts consisting of Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. You whipped your head back in pleasure as your orgasm shook you, your face was screwed into a silent scream as waves of pleasure kept crashing through you like a storm filled sea rocking against oceanic cliffs, all the while Hyunjin’s expert tongue kept working at you, his thumb was softly circling your clit as you whimpered at the overstimulation. He heard your soft whimper and pulled away, sucking at the fingers you hadn’t even realized he had been working you open with, your release covered his lips and chin. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen, you pulled him up into a heated kiss as you tugged at his boxers.
“I need these off now, I want to make you feel good too.” You whined against his lips. He chuckled darkly and shook his head. Your nose scrunched as you pouted, you tugged his boxers again in a silent demand to have his hard cock against your tongue. You loved taking him into your mouth, the stretch his thick cock had against your lips, the way his length had you gagging less than halfway down it as you took him down your throat. You loved his guttural moans as you worked him toward his own release. You needed to return the favor, you needed to make him feel good. You wanted it so desperately at that moment.
“My angel there’s always time for that later, I won’t be able to feel that perfect pussy if I’m cumming down that beautiful throat of yours.” Your thighs clenched at his words. You began to already feel your mind descend into the fucked out state you always ended up in. Looking up at him with wide eyes and pouty lips you nodded in understanding. Your pussy pulsed as you recalled the pleasurable pain of every time his thick cock would stretch you open, how his length would kiss that spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and your mind going numb.
Hyunjin was massive, no other word to describe it. His cock was long, curved, and thick, it had you reeling every time it kissed that sweet spot that had stars dancing behind your eyelids. He had tears running down your cheeks from how it slightly hurt when he thrusted his full length inside you, no amount of preparation seemed to stop the sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate him, you loved the delicious feeling of him stuffing you full.
Before you knew it Hyunjin had positioned you to face the mirror in your dorm room. It was one you hadn’t found a spot for so it sat on the floor facing the foot of your bed, perfectly angled so you could see yourself as he positioned his cock at your entrance. “I want you to see how beautiful you are as I fuck this perfect pussy.” He growled into your ear as he left marks on the crux of your neck, he pushed in as his teeth grazed your sensitive spot. A loud high pitched whine left your lips as your eyes screwed shut, Hyunjin began to pull out, shaking his head slightly and tutting his tongue against his teeth in dissatisfaction. You whined at the slight degradation and tried to turn your head to look at him. He dug his fingers into your hair and turned you back toward the mirror. “I said I want you to watch yourself angel, that means eyes open. I want you to see what a good whore you are for me my love, you are so good for me right?” His gruff voice had your head spinning, you had to be good for him.
“ ‘m sorry Jinnie! I’ll be good for you, I’ll always be so fucking good for you. Please, let me be good for you, I need you!” You plead. Your eyes were welling up at the idea of disappointing your boyfriend, you were already so fucked out, mind empty except for the desire to please him. He moaned at your perfectly pathetic begging and wide pleading eyes. Your gaze stayed locked on his through the reflection as you arched your back and angled your chest closer to the bed. Your leaking pussy was perfectly on display to him and he let out another deep moan as he took in the sight before him.
“See baby, you can be so fucking good for me. Look at you, a perfect little whore all for me, your Jinnie.” He said before letting out a deep pornographic groan as he buried his cock deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed himself to the hilt. You fought to keep your eyes open as a wanton moan of pained pleasure fell from your lips, you watched as sweat began to drip down your boyfriend’s brow as he thrusted in and out of you, you watched as his own face scrunched up with pleasure, your eyes couldn’t leave your view of him. He was beautiful as he fucked into you. He caught your eyes looking at him instead of yourself. To redirect you he began to lay harsh spankings across your ass cheeks to remind you to focus on yourself.
A moan mixed with a surprised yelp fell from your lips as your eyes focused on your own reflection, your heavy tits swung with every thrust, you could see the way your ass rippled as his hips snapped against it, you saw the fucked out look in your eyes, the way your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. The whole scene reflected back to you was beautiful, it was pure passion and emotion in one moment.
“Jinnie, we look fucking beautiful right now.” You brokenly whispered through moans as his thrusts grew harder and faster, your face was almost pressed into the bed as he plowed into you. He let his gaze wander to the mirror from where he had been watching his cock slide in and out of you and he let out a broken moan of his own at the sight before him. His muse was the purest vision of lust and beauty with wild fucked out eyes and flushed skin, the hickies decorating your skin adding to the way you looked. You looked filthy, erotic, and gorgeous as he made whines and broken moans fall from your lips as he worked you toward another release. He moved his hand to hoist you up so your back was against his chest as his thrusts grew sloppy. He was teetering toward his own euphoria and wanted nothing more than to feel you reach you’re and gush all over his cock as you both came together.
“Cum with me angel, let me feel you cum all over my cock, I need to feel you take it all, come on milk me dry baby. I know you’re close I can feel it” His gravelly fucked out voice was all it took for him to send you off the edge once more, your walls clenched around his cock and triggered his own orgasm which flooded your pussy. Your release splashed against his thighs as you shook from orgasm, your walls fluttered around his cock as he pumped his load deep inside you. It was messy, it was euphoric, it was beautiful.
Cum was coating both of your thighs as he hissed pulling out, he watched in awe as your quivering thighs shook while his load leaked out of your cunt. You looked like pure sex in his eyes, your eyes shut, chest heaving as you came down from the throws of ecstasy, your skin was tinged with redness from the exertion you had just endured, your eyes were shut as your muscles twitched ever so slightly, you had a slight puddle beneath your ass from the mixture of your release and Hyunjin’s, the scene before your boyfriend was purely pornographic. Hyunjin had to stop himself from reaching for his cellphone to take a photo of the sight before him. He had more opportunities for that ahead now that your relationship was defined by those two silly words he was so happy to now have in the vocabulary of your relationship, he knew more moments like these would be on the horizon.
He grabbed a towel and helped you clean up before he pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead uttering loving praises. Your sleepy smile filled kisses decorated any piece of skin you could reach as you uttered your own praises toward him. You both held each other tightly as you basked in the afterglow of sex and love. You both felt your breathing even out and eyes grow heavy as you clung to one another’s sweaty skin. Your plush arms held Hyunjin close and he began to nestle his head into the crux of your neck as he took in your scent and felt the tendrils of sleep pull him in.
His phone loudly buzzing on the floor cut the moment short. It buzzed repeatedly causing the case to rattle against the hard dorm room floor. He groaned and glared toward the offending object ready to let it go to voicemail and planning on blocking whoever was disturbing his peace. He was about to enjoy a peaceful nap in the arms of the love of his life and some asshole just had to ruin the moment.
“Jinnie baby, just go answer it, it could be very important.” You tiredly prompted as you snuggled deeper into the blankets, slowly losing your own battle against sleep. He let out a whine tinged groan once more, and with a huff he slid out of the small bed. Irritated, he walked toward the spot on the floor where the offensive buzzing was coming from and grabbed his phone to answer it.
“Hello?” He started with a bark in his voice. Irritated beyond belief that his peace had been disturbed.
“Hwang where the fuck have you been we called you like 10 times. You ran off with no information about where you were!” Seungmin’s loud voice made Hyunjin hold the device far away from his ear. He turned his head to see you fast asleep with a smile on your face, soft snores leaving your kiss bruised lips. He was so in love with you, and knew you would forgive him for his next statement.
“If you must know, I was just having the best sex of my life with my beautiful girlfriend.” He smirked as Seungmin loudly groaned in disgust, his voice radiating through the reciever. Laughing he continued, “By the way Min, thanks for lighting the fire under my ass to talk to her about a label. It feels a lot better now knowing I have that with her.”
“Wasn’t my intent but I do expect your firstborn to be named after me now. Speaking of, you two are being safe right? I’m not ready to be an uncle just yet!”
“Okay. One, absolutely not. I would never name a child after you. Two, shut the fuck up. Three, bye!” With that he hung up the call and slid back under the covers with you, smiling as you unconsciously moved to be closer to him. He wishes he could paint how happy you made him feel, but the sketch books filled with drawings of you when you didn’t know he was watching would have to do. He couldn’t capture every moment with you on canvas but he could live it, which was better in the end.
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Sera Deleted Dialogue
Sera Masterpost
PC: I was wondering if you could look at some locks for me.
Sera: Not without pickety things. Not unless you want ‘em unlocked with a foot. If you do, good luck with the two of your own. Feet, right?
Investigate: Any opinions about our allies?
PC: Anything to say about Varric?
Sera: No. We’re not up to nothing. A few things. All right, a lot, and it pays. He’s smart. Dangerous smart, not stupid smart.
Flirt: I’m interested in you.
PC: I was thinking you and I should get to know each other. Sera: Like I said, clean up your business first. Don’t bother if you’re just on holiday. I hate tourists.
After being attacked during The Verchiel March quest
Sera: Idiot!
Sera: What? That was obvious. Come on!
Harmond: Hello, Red Jenny! One of several, are you not?
Sera: Shut it! You don’t know me!
Harmond: See? It’s not so hard to be reasonable! We can all learn to get along splendidly.
Sera: Learn. Pish.
Harmond: This is a petty, petty act, Inquisitor! We should learn to get along!
Sera: I don’t learn!
The PC had the option to attack Harmond
Harmond: All right! That’s enough! Point made, you are stronger than my expendables! Now, if we’re all satisfied, perhaps we can speak like civilized peoples? I am Lord Pel Haramond. You can see I’m unarmed!
Sera: They’re never unarmed while their mouths are moving.
Harmond: Oh yes, my dashing tongue is far worse than the slaughter that just went on. By your choice, I’ll remind you.
Harmond: I’m sure you can forgive me, just as I will forgive you for my mercenaries.
Sera: What about you lot?
Mercenary: Not my fight. Can’t get paid by a corpse.
Sera: Friends, Inquisitor. Better than his lot any day.
Sera: Let’s just… let’s just get out of here.
After The Verchiel March
Investigate: Has a Red Jenny ever gone bad?
PC: Anything else go bad? Like another Red Jenny turning on you?
Sera: Don’t want to get into it.
PC: That means “yes.”
Sera: Look, everyone knows an arse. If you don’t it’s you. But if you want a tip for whether I’ll go bad, or badder, watch words. “I did this” becomes “this, I did.” Rubbish talk, right? So if I do swap, turn “Red Jenny” into “She of the Red” or something, that’s the sign to put me frigging down.
Dialogue options:
Your enemies are my enemies.
There’s a story there.
Don’t keep secrets.
Your enemies are my enemies. PC: You’re my ally. Your enemies are mine as well. Sera: Not all of them. PC: Why not?
Sera: Reasons, [Shiny/Tadwinks/’Teetness/Buckles/Honey Tounge/Inky]. Thank you. Really. But leave it. Sera: Reasons. Stupid ones. Thanks, but leave it.
There’s a story there. PC: Sounds like there’s history there. Sera: History and a bitch. Don’t wanna hear from either. PC: Why not?
Sera: Reasons, [Shiny/Tadwinks/’Teetness/Buckles/Honey Tounge/Inky]. Thank you. Really. But leave it. Sera: Reasons. Stupid ones. Thanks, but leave it.
Don’t keep secrets. PC: My people need to tell me everything.
Sera: Oh. Oh, [Shiny/Tadwinks/’Teetness/Buckles/Honey Tounge/Inky]. You actually think everyone does? That’s just precious. Sera: (Laughs.) Well, this lot? Good luck with that.
— After rooftop cookies
Flirt: I’m glad you opened up.
PC: Sera, I am so glad you opened up to me.
Sera (not romanced): I’ve been wanting to. Yeesh.
post-WEWH
Sera: Hey you. Thought I’d try practicing. Sera: Sacked it!
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