#lighting a scented candle and reading a fantasy book

[slfcare]

When you find something you want (even if it’s just a result of casual thinking or boredom or a harmless ‘what if’), hold onto it. When you’re doing bad it’s easy to think it’s never going to happen and let others discourage you, but in those bleak moments it’s even more important to know that feeling of wanting and looking forward to something. It doesn’t matter if it’s merely a meal or a trip, seeing the sunrise tomorrow, attending a concert or hugging a friend, let yourself want things. They’ll pull you through when you least expect it.

[soggypotatoes]

I'm so obsessed with candles I'm gonna be that tweet of the guy spending thousands on candles in a minute

[blueraineshadows]

I really enjoy your writing! I don't even have the words to articulate what I like so much about it, but as I was reading one of your fics for the first time I knew I'd found one of those gem authors that just hit every note.

I saw that you take requests, so I thought I'd put one in. I don't know if you've ever seen the movie "Atonement" (Keira Knightley slays every period piece she's in), but there is a scene that I thought would be perfect for Sebastian. The two love interests are alone in the library, and the female lead is confronting the male lead about a love letter he never meant to send her. He had written two letters, one of them nsfw, and of course sent the wrong one. Smut ensues, lol.

Thank you so much for your kind words! 😀💜

I like this Ask! I haven't copied Atonement, just used the idea and let Seb and MC lead. I hope this is okay for you...

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 💚🔥🌶 NSFW

The parchment in her pocket was rumpled from far too much handling. Ever since MC had received it via owl it had been a constant presence in her thoughts. When she had first read the words scrawled down in ink, she had clutched it to her chest immediately, scandalised! There had been nobody else in the room with her, but she glanced around none the less, terrified that anyone would see what erotic notions were written there.

The sensible thing to do would be to burn it. Immediately. But her traitorous body had other ideas. Slowly, she had smoothed out the parchment and devoured the words, her cheeks flushing and her thighs squeezing together tightly.

She had lost count how many times she had read it now, the words seared into her brain. That letter had dragged her deepest, darkest fantasies from her secret, put away heart, fantasies about Sebastian Sallow. But what to do? How was she ever going to be able to look him in the eye again and not see the vivid images he had conjured with his words?

.....*.....

He had not heard a reply back from MC yet, and Sebastian was beginning to wonder if he had revealed his feelings too soon. He had been sure that she felt the same for him, and had bravely confessed his love for her, sending her a romantic love letter in order to charm her heart.

But nothing. Anxious doubt clawed at his insides. He paced his bedroom, debating whether to go and seek her out. Could he face the humiliation of her rejection?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he thought of her, her soft skin, the alluring scent she wore, and he thought about the other letter he wrote. This one had been just for him, his own guilty pleasure as he poured out all the naughty, passionate things he wanted to do to her. How she drove him wild with want.

He had an urge to read his own words again, refresh his passion for her, and went to where he had hidden it. When he unfolded the parchment, licking his lips, his heart stopped cold in his chest. On the parchment were the pretty, flowery words he had used to confess his love. His eyes scanned the page, panic setting in when there was nothing about what their mouths and lips could do to each other.

Fuck! He had sent the wrong letter!

.....*.....

He had found her. MC stood between the book stacks in the library, the window dark behind her. The light of a single candle illuminated her face, book open in her hands, as she stared at him. "Sebastian," she whispered.

"MC," he said. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the glow of candle light in his eyes. She felt the tremble in her legs, the pound of her heart.

She couldn't seem to stop breathing so fast. She snapped her book closed and pushed it back onto the shelf, trying to get control of her wild pulse. "Your letter..." Her throat was dry and the words didn't sound like her own voice.

He went to speak and then hesitated. He stepped a little closer. "Forgive me," he said. "I sent on the wrong letter. I never intended for you to see that one."

She put a hand against the bookcase, fingers trailing softly along the spines of books she wasn't really seeing. She couldn't turn around, couldnt look at his eyes without feeling like she might combust into flames.

"What was in the other letter?" She rasped. She felt him come closer, up behind her, and goosebumps spread along her arms.

"A confession," he murmured. She could hear his breaths. "I wanted you to know how I feel about you, how I've always felt, ever since your first day in 5th year."

She closed her eyes, swallowed thickly. "I'm going to need to see that letter," she said. Butterflies danced at the very thought. He had feelings for her, and had all this time!

"And the letter you sent to me, the mistake, is that not how you truly feel, then?"

His breath fanned against her hair. She waited, desperate to hear what he would say, and terrified of it at the same time.

"I feel all of it," he whispered. "Body and soul."

She gasped and finally turned, their faces inches apart, and she could see it. The fire he so vividly imagined in his letter burned hot in his gaze. Her eyes fell to his mouth, what wickedness he had promised with those lips. She squeezed her thighs together, panting, her back now pressed against the bookcase.

"You do not flinch from me," he said.

"No," she breathed. "I do not."

Their breaths mingled, his lips closer, she thought she might actually start begging in a minute, desperate to feel his kiss. She licked her lips, throat dry, he watched the motion with dark eyes. Then, his hand skimmed her hip, smoothing upwards to her waist. The only sound in the quiet of the library were her soft pants of breath as his fingers entwined in the fabric of her blouse.

When his lips touched hers, her eyelids fluttered closed and her bones melted. His mouth moved softly, teasing her, the slide of tongue sending shivers down her spine. His hair was thick and soft, luxurious against her fingers as she ran her hands through it. Her soft moans and sighs floated gently from her mouth as he moved to torture her throat with lips and tongue.

"Sebastian." His name was a sweet worship on her whispering lips as his hands moved to mould the curves of her arse. He guided her even closer, their bodies crushed close, closer, her back pressed against the bookcase.

He ground against her, the stiff press of his arousal drawing a gasp from her lips. The words of his letter swirled through her mind, promises of lust spelled out in ink. Her fingers clutched at his robe, twisting, desperate, as a thick, hot throb pulsed through her.

Her thighs parted easily at the press of his knee, her skirt bunched up at her hips. Instinctively, she bore down against his leg, grinding, eager, the ache driving her insane. He groaned, breath hot against her lips as he claimed her mouth again.

His hand slid up her bare thigh, finger tips caressing her burning flesh. She flexed a leg outwards, opening for him, and he slid fingers beneath the damp cotton of her underwear. The drag of a finger against her folds made her head fall back, banging against the leather bound volumes behind her. She felt the spread of her slick, pulsing need screaming for him to do as he had so darkly described.

"So wet," he panted. "So perfect."

She felt the vicious tugs as he unfastened his trousers, his arm supporting her waist as he tilted her. It was a desperate struggle of limbs and breathing and then she felt the push of his tip, the stretch of her heat as he nudged inwards.

She met his eyes, fingers clasped tightly on him, her mouth agape as he pressed deeper. A low cry, breathless and needy left her at the full feeling of his cock, she clenched around him, trembling.

He gritted his teeth. "Oh fuck," he hissed.

Then they both froze. Footsteps from further down the stacks. "Someone is coming," she whispered.

She looked down at their joined bodies, clothes askew, her legs spread eagerly for him, and flushed hotly. It would not do to be caught like this!

Regret pained Sebastian's features as he withdrew, leaving her feeling bereft, empty and insanely unsatisfied. They hurried to straighten their clothes, MC patted her hair and moved to snatch a book up, flipping it open.

They were the picture of innocence when Madam Scribner strolled past. She saw them and paused to look closer. "It's almost curfew," she said. "Perhaps you ought to finish up."

"Oh, that's the plan," Sebastian said smoothly. "We'll be on our way in a few moments."

When the librarian had moved on, Sebastian met MC's gaze. She smirked. "We have unfinished business you and I," she said. She patted the pocket of her skirt. "I've got the proof."

His smile envoked all the wickedness he had promised.

[marauds-x]

Broken Promises pt.2

read part 1 first, angst to fluff, readers house is unspecified, time skip from gof to ootp

harry potter x fem! reader, mentioned cedric diggory x fem! reader

It had been a few months since your boyfriends death. Everyone comforted you as much as they could but to no avail would you really speak. The people who tried to cheer you up always failed. That being said, your friend Amora had gathered a few friends of yours to go into town for a shopping trip.

Four people were there, including you. Your good friends Michael Katlins, Amora Winsburrow, and Ottoline Marvella. You were all inside Honeydukes, buying a few treats and talking with each other.

And although you were with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful as you saw a couple holding hands, smiling at each other. Since Cedric's death, a few people had tried hitting you up, figuring they could be a "shoulder to cry on." You didn't need that, though, you just wanted somebody that understood you and how you felt.

Walking over to a pink wrapped candy, you take it from the table and eye it, seeing a small unicorn run around on the wrapper. A figure bumps into you, making you drop the candy. Kneeling down to grab it, the person who bumped into you, now identified as Harry Potter, grabbed the candy and gave it to you, a small smile on his face. "Hey, y/n."

To be frank, you had always found him and his scar a bit cute. So now seeing him in front of you, towering a bit over you, you couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Harry. Are you here with your friends?" He hummed back, nodding his head to the right, an annoyed Hermione snatching a chocolate frog away from a confused Ron.

"Well, i'm here with a few of my friends, too. Though, I wanted to go to another store. They dragged me here." You say, now looking over to your friends as they laugh. "Would you like to go to the book shop with me? I've been meaning to grab a book from there."

"Yeah, that- that'd be great. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too.. about- about Cedric." Your smile faltered, a sad look replacing it. "Um, yeah, sure. What about?" You both made your way out of Honeydukes, heading to the library.

"Do you miss him?" He asked you. You nodded your head gently, moving your arms to hold yourself. As the weather ran cold, you began to wish you had brought a jacket to wear atop your thin sweater.

"Yeah.. I miss him a lot, actually. People keep- keep telling me that it's been so long, that I have to get over it. I don't think they get it, though." You looked at Harry, his hair blowing lightly in the Fall wind.

"What about you? I know you guys weren't as close as others, but do you miss him, too?" He smiled, "You're right. We weren't as close as he was with his friends, or with you. But I miss him. I always feel like I caused it. Like if I did one thing different then maybe he'd still be here." You had made it to the book shop, walking in and being comforted by the warmth and scent of parchment and dimly lit candles everywhere. You find a corner near the fantasy section, sitting down.

"I believe you, by the way." He gave you a confused look. "About him being back." At that, he gave you a smile, looking into your eyes as if you two were the only ones who really understood what happened that day. "You don't have to, of course.. but tell me. Tell me everything that happened in the maze. What did it look like, what did he look like." You scooted just a bit closer to Harry, a small smile plastered on your face. The light of a soy candle lit the corner up, the scent of vanilla flowing from the wick.

You two talked for hours, seemingly about anything. He explained to you what had happened in the maze. He had said he told you because you "deserve to know." You had cried a little bit, you both had. You two shared the mutual connection of just knowing that you two would be the only ones to ever understand the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what to do. The feeling of seeing Cedric's lifeless body on the floor beside you, crying and holding him.

You two were the only ones to ever see. To see him so up close on that field.

It had reached near forty minutes until curfew at the castle. You two stood up, Harry helping you stand. "It was nice talking to you, Harry. I feel.. happy that we spoke." He hummed in response, smiling and opening the door to the library as you two left. Even though you hadn't gotten the book you wanted, you still felt accomplished with the day.

"How will we explain to our friends we ran off together without them assuming things." You said to Harry, smiling and laughing. You hadn't realized how cold it was going to be today, now slightly shivering. "Are you cold, y/n?" Harry asked you, taking his hoodie off and waiting for your response. You nodded your head, accepting the hoodie he had in his hand. "Thanks, I hadn't realized how cold it had gotten."

"It's no problem, really. Though, do you really think our friends will assume something?" Harry asked playfully, you two now on the lit up bridge that connects the town and castle. "Definitely. Amora will be bugging me ALL day tomorrow. And from what I know, Ron won't stop bugging you either." You say smiling, almost to the castle now.

"Well, if he does ask what we did, i'll say we snuck off on a date." He said, nudging you slightly and chuckling as you scoff. "Are you asking me out, Potter?" "Maybe." He mumbled to himself, looking at you.

"Well, if you are.. I accept." Harry looked at you, a shocked look on his face. "Well- well you don't HAVE to say yes. I mean it doesn't even have to be a date! We could totally just go to Hogsmade as friends and laugh and be totally friendly! But we couldalsodoitasadate, too." You laughed as he jumbled his words together. "Yes, Harry, I'll go on a date with you." You said, giggling mid sentence.

"Really, okay!" He said, a nervous look on his face. "I had a good time talking to you, today, Harry." You said, looking down at your shoes, small puddles of water from last nights storm everywhere.

You had made it inside the castle, now beside your house dormitory. You take Harry's hoodie off, handing it to him. "No, no. You can keep it, I have loads of other hoodies." He said, smiling. You nod your head, a small smile bestowed on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." With that, you head into your common room, happy with how the day had gone.

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a/n: sorry i didn't post pt.2 sooner 😭 i've been pretty busy with life in general and stuff. though i will be posting more often, lmk if you'd like to be tagged in official posts 🤍

[sirserpentine]

Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings,  plucking fresh fruit from trees,  fitful sleep,  deep discussions,  nighttime swim,  fruit juices running down your chin,  long moments of silence,  long bike rides,  lazy summer mornings,  lunch with friends,  shame,  erotic fantasies,  red swim trunks,  a blanket on the grass,  wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes,  well-loved books,  morning jogs,  creating music,  bathing under the sun,  sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings,  wasted time,  shared faith,  sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream,  walking your bicycle down cobble roads,  overthinking,  childish love confessions,  warm embraces,  bare feet,  the dull slap of espadrilles at night,  shyness,  restraint,  kisses in the grass,  endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea,  the threat of autumn in a raindrop,  beads of sweat pooling on your skin,  lighting a lover’s cigarette,  a little too much wine,  strumming a guitar,  the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door,  leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave,  washing your face in a fountain,  fevered kisses,  the comfort of nostalgia,  tall cypresses,  glaring mid-afternoon sea,  rehearse the pain to dull it,  a billowy shirt,  warm benches,  longing phonecalls,  framed antique postcards,  citronella candles in the garden,  memories of lovers like ghosts in the window,  held gazes,  hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door,  playing music to say what you cannot 

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[thefreakymunson]

Hi, I saw your Steve x Eddie x Reader post and I thought it would be sweet if maybe Steve and the Reader fall asleep on Eddie as he reads to them on a rainy day. I just think sleeping snuggles would be so cute and I love thunderstorms.

Best Wishes - Anon

A/N: Anything for soft!eddie vibes, I am in love with this idea lol

The rain pounded against the tin roof of Eddie’s trailer as the thunder cracked through the already electrified air. The wet scent of the rain filtered in through the open window above you as you rested your head on the left side of Eddie’s chest. Steve, with his mouth slightly parted, was rested opposite of you. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

The power had went out nearly thirty minutes ago and you thought back for a moment, laughing to no one but yourself as you remembered the way the three of you scurried to light all the candles you could find. They cast a orange glow around the room, Eddie’s shadow plastered on the bed as the candles flickered behind him. He used them for a light source to continue reading the book he had been reading the two of you for the past week.

You never minded a good storm. The sound of the rain on the tin roof had always been a favorite. But Steve on the other hand...he hated them. The thunder and the darkness was too reminiscent of the tales you had heard of the upside down. It took him back to a place he never wanted to revisit. And you hated seeing Steve so scared

“The nights were the worst,” Eddie read from the book, The Hobbit, that was held open by two fingers, “It then became pitch dark, not what you call pitch dark, but really pitch. So black that you really could see nothing. Bilbo tried flapping his hand in front of his nose, but he couldn’t see at all…”

All three of you jumped a bit when a loud crash of thunder shot through the air and Steve’s eyes flew open.

Steve jumped a bit, startled by the noise, and instantly two hands were reaching out and stroking his skin. Eddie’s hand went to his back, pulling him in tighter, as your fingers threaded through his hair.

“It’s all right,” Eddie whispered softly, “We got you.”

“You’re safe,” your voice matched the gentleness of Eddie’s.

You watched as Eddie bent down and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Steve’s head, his hand sliding under his arm to pull him up closer to him. Your arm snaked around the two of them, holding them closer to you as you felt Eddie’s arm wrap around your shoulder. He held the book a bit higher in the air as you all got more comfortable on him. Steve pulled the blankets up a bit higher, sighing as he tried to relax again.

Eddie read on, his voice amplified by your ear pressed to his chest. It seemed to vibrate into your ear, pressing deep into your brain. You always loved listening to him read. He got so theatrical with it, which no one would’ve second guessed. He done different voices, changing them for each character to how he would’ve interpreted them. The Hobbit’s voice was higher pitched, and when he read Bombur’s voice, it was deeper. You could tell that Steve was enjoying it too, even though he had admitted he never got into the fantasy stories. There was something about listening to Eddie’s voice that seemed to relax the both of you.

Steve’s fingers reached under the cover, gently stroking your side as Eddie’s free hand played with Steve’s hair. You lived for the moments like this, the calm quietness of just existing with your lovers.

He reached over Eddie’s chest and kissed you softly, fingers tilting your chin back to have full access.

He then leaned up a bit, pulling Eddie’s face down to his level, pressing the shared kiss to Eddie’s lips as well, cutting off Eddie mid sentence.

“Thank you two,” Steve said after the kiss had broke, “I know I’m still working on getting over this fear...but the two of you help make it a bit easier.”

“Aw, Stevie’s getting all sentimental.” Eddie smirked.

“That’s what we’re here for,” you said softly, stroking Steve’s cheek.

“Can I get back to my story now? It’s getting good,” Eddie laughed slightly, the two of your heads bobbing as his head moved.

“Yes, Edward.” Steve sighed, a playful smirk splayed across his lips.

“There was a greenish light about them, and in places they could see some distance to either side of the path...”

[visage-of-hell]

Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door,playing music to say what you cannot

Stolen From: @radioiaci Tagging: @sanguineradio, @xxx-angeldust-xxx, @angie-long-legs, @sirserpentine, @mothvalentino, @voxuli, @top-shelf-tender & anyone else who wants to!

[radioiaci]

Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door, playing music to say what you cannot

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[tehmichi]

Massages and Happy Endings - Part 3 - Tú

Notes: I wrote this back a few months ago, and I went over it a little now to touch it up but it's mostly as I initially wrote it. Hope you enjoy it! Can be read as a female reader insert. (Also, I'm new to posting fics on tumblr. pls forgive formatting errors)

Part 1 | Part 2

Song title - Tú by Shakira

Words: 4.5k

Translations at the end

Rodolfo stepped into the med bay the next afternoon slightly anxious. He’d been able to work through his nerves that morning during breakfast. Kyle had let them all know that Stella was a good masseuse and had delivered on her promise. His entire back and shoulder area felt better than new. He also explained how everything came to pass. Her flushed face when she admitted to having fantasies about all of them and how she’d agreed with a smile on her face. 

Stella was sitting at her desk with her e-reader once more. Her hair was braided and draped over one of her shoulders. Her legs were propped up on the flat surface, ankles crossed as she was focused on her reading. 

“Stella?” 

“Oh!” she said, quickly looking up and smiling. “Rudy!” she exclaimed with a bright smile. “Perdón.” 

“No tienes que pedir perdón, preciosa,” he said, smiling at her. “Good book?”

“Yes,” Stella said with a smile. “Music and lighting okay?”

“Perfecto,” he said, taking in the sight of the room. Dim lights, soft music, and candles all around made for more than just a relaxing ambiance. 

“You can disrobe over there,” Stella said, pointing to the curtained area. “Before you lay down and cover yourself up. I’m a professional. Once I’m done, you’re free to do as you see fit,” she added, her cheeks flush with enough color that he could catch it through the soft lighting. He chuckled, relieved that she was just as nervous as he was. 

“Gracias,” Rodolfo said, heading over to the area she’d designated and getting undressed. He carefully set everything aside and slid under the fresh blankets, covering himself up to his mid-back. “Listo.” 

“Okay,” Stella said, getting up from her chair. “Let me know if you need more or less pressure. If you want me to stop, and any areas that you think would benefit from extra attention.” 

“Mis hombros.” 

“That’s exactly what Kyle said,” Stella laughed. “My boys all having bad shoulders and backs is not surprising,” she added. Rodolfo grinned, enjoying the sound of ‘my boys’ coming from her lips. It was true, they were all hers. “I’m going to start at your feet and work my way up.” 

“Esta bien,” Rodolfo said, closing his eyes. He heard the soft opening of a bottle as the smell of cedar and something else hit the room. “Smells nice,” he said. 

“I picked scents I figured each of you would like,” Stella said, slowly starting to massage his feet with the warm oil. He groaned at her attention, appreciating how careful she was. Stella slowly worked her way up, reaching his calves and applying a little more pressure. 

“You’re very good at this,” Rodolfo said, closing his eyes as he relaxed under her hands. Stella moved from one leg to the other, undoing the knots in his muscles with care. 

“Thank you. It’s my side job when I’m not on deployment,” Stella said, smiling. 

“Do you have regulars?”

“I do. Mostly my friends, a few referrals.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“Yeah,” Stella said, finishing up with the other thigh and covering Rodolfo’s leg. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good, preciosa,” Rodlfo said, feeling the careful brush of her fingers as she lowered the blanket and started on his lower back. Stella bit her lip as she worked, trying to keep the questions she had buried deep. “Since it’s you, I’d prefer if you talked, Stella,” Rodolfo added. 

“Sorry, Rudy,” Stella said, a nervous laugh escaping her. “I’m still processing what happened yesterday with Kyle and shocked that you’d want to be with me after I’m done taking care of you.” 

“We all do,” Rodolfo said, groaning as Stella’s touch intensified in a particularly stubborn area. “I assume Gaz told you all about it.” 

“Not in full detail. But enough,” Stella said. “It’s a fantasy I never expected to live out,” she giggled. 

“Neither did we,” Rodolfo admitted. “¿Qué te gusta?” 

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Rudy, I’m not even halfway yet,” Stella laughed. He chuckled, taking a deep breath as he heard the oil bottle open once more. 

“I told you, I like conversation,” Rodolfo said. “This benefits us both later, belleza.” 

“Fair,” Stella said, reaching his upper back and getting to work with more warmed oil. “I like being praised, cosas lindas,” Stella added. 

“No me sorprende,” Rodolfo teased. “You deserve that and more.” 

“You’re all going to spoil me this week, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo sighed. 

“I like being taken care of,” Stella admitted, focusing on her work. Rodolfo felt himself melting under her touch. He appreciated the way her thumbs and knuckles worked on his back, undoing months of stress with careful attention. “I don’t normally ask for things, so when I do, that’s a deep level of trust I’m placing in you.” 

“I would never make you beg, preciosa,” Rodolfo said. “Though I could imagine looking very cute when you do.” 

“Mira,” Stella said, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. “Don’t get any ideas!” Rodolfo chuckled in response, sighing as Stella continued to massage his upper back and started on his neck. “Did Kyle tell you that I may make a mess?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo said, recalling how he felt when Kyle had said that. He didn’t want to make it his mission to get that out of her, but it was something he definitely wanted to experience. “He told us.” 

“Good, it doesn’t happen all the time, but -”

“I understand it’s a possibility and I don’t mind,” Rodolfo interrupted. “None of us do.” 

“This is going to be the best week of my life,” she mumbled, moving away from his neck and starting with his left shoulder. 

That’s not our goal, Rodolfo thought. “For us too.” 

“Not going to lie, Rudy,” she started, blushing slightly at the admission she was about to make. “I like you scruffy.”

“¿De veras?”

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “I don’t exactly mind the burn,” she mumbled, moving to his other shoulder. 

“I really want to look at you, Stella.”

“Give me a few minutes, you can roll over,” she said softly. “How’s the pressure?” she asked. 

“A little more is fine,” Rodolfo answered. 

“Okay,” Stella breathed, doing as asked. As she worked, Rodolfo finally caught onto what Kyle had said. Since he’d kept Stella talking for most of the process until now, he hadn’t noticed the little grunts. 

Jesucristo, Rudy thought. No wonder Gaz got distracted. No lo culpo.

“Turn around,” Stella said, walking away from the massage bed and bringing Rodolfo back from his thoughts. 

“Voy,” he said, carefully turning himself around. He glanced around for Stella and found her at her desk, blushing furiously as she drank him in from this view. “¿Estas bien?” 

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “One second,” she said, grabbing a little more oil. “Okay, I’m going to work on your arms and upper chest. Deal?”

“Si,” Rodolfo agreed. Stella slowly started massaging his left arm, working through the tension with a determined focus on her features. He remembered talking with the guys about how he liked seeing Stella in her natural state of comfy shirts, sweaters, and shorts, and they’d all agreed. “Eres un rayo de sol,” he said softly as Stella’s hands nimbly massaged their way down to his forearm. 

“Thank you,” she said softly, her cheeks hot at the compliment. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Rodolfo answered. “Very relaxed.” 

“Awesome,” Stella beamed as she focused on his hand for a few minutes. “Kyle’s back was absolutely wrecked. Yours wasn’t.” 

“Prepare for Alejandro’s, you know he carries the weight of the world on it.” 

“Fuck, Price does too,” Stella said, shaking her head. 

“We better make sure you rest properly.” 

“Simon did a good job of that last night,” Stella remarked. “Came back after putting the sheets to wash and kept me company until I fell asleep. Did he have dinner?”

“Yes, we saved him a plate.” 

“Good. He knows I get fussy when he doesn’t eat. The same goes for all of you,” she said. 

“We know,” Rodolfo said with a grin as Stella let go of his hand. “I’m never going to forget how you yelled at Alejandro for skipping breakfast.” 

“He hasn’t done it since. Por Dios, coffee is not a fucking meal,” Stella mumbled, walking around the table and starting with his right upper arm. Rodolfo chuckled, amused. 

“Thank you, Stella.” 

“You’re welcome, Rudy,” Stella said softly. “Still a little nervous?”

“You can tell?”

“I am too,” she admitted. “I don’t have much left and my heart’s starting to race thinking about after.” 

“Don’t get ahead of me, preciosa,” Rodolfo said, moving his hand to delicately grab one of her wrists. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

“When I told Kyle I had thoughts about all of you, I meant it. I want to,” Stella said, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let me finish. Can you wait for another twenty minutes or so?” 

“Yes,” Rodolfo sighed, closing his eyes. 

“Good boy,” Stella said, getting back to what she was doing. Rodolfo felt those words to his cock. 

“Mierda,” he mumbled. Stella giggled above him, applying a little more pressure as she undid a knot on his forearm. 

“Was it the praise or the massage?”

“You know what it was,” Rodolfo answered, blushing. Stella laughed, feeling her nerves ease a little more. 

“You are.” 

“Stella, acaba ya.” 

“Rudy, I’m a professional. Let me fucking finish,” Stella commanded as she finished with his arm and worked on his hand. Rodolfo sighed, letting go at last and fully melting under her careful touch. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander off so she could work in peace, feeling a dim fire slowly start to burn as Stella massaged his chest. This was better foreplay than he’d expected, having enjoyed all her effort to make sure he was comfortable, relaxed, and got the most out of her work. “I’m done,” Stella breathed, stepping back from the table a few minutes later. 

“Wow,” Rodolfo said, slowly sitting up and stretching his neck a little. “I did not realize how badly I needed that,” he added, smiling at her. 

“Some people don’t notice until after,” Stella chuckled, smiling at him. 

“Ven aca, belleza,” Rodolfo said, beckoning her over. With a nervous smile, she carefully approached the massage bed. “Tu sonrisa nos tiene a todos locos,” he said, carefully reaching over and grasping her by the neck delicately. “We love it.” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Rudy,” Stella whispered. He chuckled darkly, bringing her to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“Get on here,” he breathed. She carefully climbed up on the bed, straddling him as they locked lips again, his hands gripping her plush ass while her hands cupped his face as they found themselves locked in a feverish kiss. Rodolfo loved the feel of her lips on him, kissing him with the same devotion she’d dedicated throughout the afternoon. One of his hands trailed upwards, sneaking under her shirt, and palming her back. Stella gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss, darting his tongue in and savoring her. 

“Fuck,” Stella breathed. His lips remained on her soft skin, leaving a trail of wet pecks as he continued down her jawline. “One second,” she hissed. He backed away just a moment to let her strip off her sweatshirt. Rodolfo growled at the sight of her bare torso, his gaze darkening at the realization that she hadn’t worn a bra. 

“Tan linda,” he whispered. Stella’s face flushed as Rodolfo leaned in towards her neck, placing sweet kisses back from where he’d stopped. He was rewarded with the soft content sighs and moans he wanted while the hand he had gripping her cheek guided her core to his cock, grinding her hot center against him. Stella gasped at the contact, yearning for more right away. “That’s it, let me know how much you like it,” he breathed into her skin before continuing further down and reaching the valley of her breasts. 

“Rodolfo,” Stella whispered, her hips moving on their own as she continued to rub against him, desperate for more friction but finding it difficult with the layers between them. “Fuck.” Rodolfo placed a soft kiss between her mounds before taking one stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking gently while rolling the nib with his tongue. He looked up to see Stella’s head thrown back, bliss decorating her features as delicate moans escaped her lips. Her torso was flush against him, an ache growing in her as she needed more of everything, more of him. 

Rodolfo released her right breast before moving onto her left, Stella’s hips moving a little faster as she continued to chase her high. With one hand still on her back to hold her in place, he carefully brought his other one between them. It took Stella a moment to realize what he was trying to do and stopped moving, whimpering in need.

“Help me get those off,” he said, releasing her mound with a soft pop. Stella quickly helped him remove her shorts and underwear before she moved the blanket aside to remove the last remaining barrier. “Perfect,” he whispered, dragging his index finger along her slit and groaning in approval at her arousal. “Puñeta,” he groaned. 

“What?” 

“I want to taste you,” Rodolfo said, quickly bringing his slicked finger to his mouth and licking it clean. “Que rico,” he growled. He slid two fingers inside while his thumb applied gentle pressure to her sensitive clit. “Ride my hand, estrella, and then I’m going to bend you over this bed and taste this beautiful pussy before I fill you up really good,” he breathed. 

“Carajo,” Stella whimpered, grinding against his thumb. “Si,” she moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside of her. “Rodolfo, fuck,” she groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. “Ay si,” she moaned. 

“That’s it,” he said, circling her clit. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue and feeling her hips buck harder against his hand. Stella came softly, whispering his name as her core clenched around his digits. “Que belleza.” 

“Ay Rudy,” Stella mewled, resting her forehead against his. 

“Fuck, estrella. Keep saying my name like that,” he said, removing his fingers from inside her wet pussy and licking them clean. He placed a soft kiss on her stomach, easing her off him so he could get out of bed. He grabbed Stella by the thighs, pulling her toward him. “I need you to trust me,” he started, cupping Stella’s chin and angling her to meet his eyes. 

“I already do, Rudy,” she said softly. 

“Good,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He helped her off the bed and carefully bent her over, admiring the view. He’d had many fantasies about this moment and seeing exposed like this was sending shockwaves to his system. “Hands behind your back, preciosa,” he requested. Stella swallowed nervously but did as asked. Rodolfo grabbed onto them carefully, pinning her with one of his hands as he carefully leaned over to pepper her back with kisses. 

“That tickles,” she giggled. 

“That’s why I asked for your hands,” he murmured.  “I want you to stay still,” he whispered, going from light pecks to longer kisses, gently nipping around her spine. He ran his free hand along her folds before applying gentle pressure to her sensitive clit, relishing how her giggles changed to content moans. “¿Cómo te sientes?”

“Bien,” Stella moaned. 

“Good,” Rodolfo said, reaching her waist and biting down enough to bruise. 

“Fuck!” Stella yelled, panting after that sharp spike in pleasurable pain. “Carajo. Te necesito,” she whispered. 

“Just a little more, mi belleza,” he murmured. Rodolfo bent down to her exposed center, taking a moment to enjoy the view. “You look so pretty like this, all vulnerable for me.” 

“Ay, Rudy,” she whimpered. He removed his thumb from her clit, breathing directly onto her slick folds. A breathy chuckle escaped his lips as Stella desperately squirmed, eager for more. Rodolfo’s tongue licked between her lips before he latched onto her already-stimulated clit and started sucking at it. “Fuck,” she breathed. Rodolfo groaned as he kept going, enjoying the blissful cries of pleasure that filled the room. “I’m so close,” she grunted. “A little more to the left,” she whispered. “FUCK AHI MISMO!” Stella cried, bucking against the table as her pleasure spiked with Rodolfo’s movement. With a loud cry of his nickname, Stella’s gushing release overwhelmed him. He pulled back and watched in satisfaction as the aftershock hit her with a second wet release. 

“Good girl, giving herself to me like this,” Rodolfo said, lightly nibbling on an asscheek before standing up and angling his strained cock at her entrance. “Do you need a moment?”

“Yes,” she panted, catching her breath. He kept his eyes on her face, gazing longingly at how beautiful she looked. Radiant, like the stars as her lips curled slightly upward as she felt ready for more. “Okay, I’m good,” she whispered. Rodolfo slowly worked his way in, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he seated himself fully within her.

“Fuck, estrella,” he breathed. “Tan divina.” 

“You too,” Stella panted. “Rudy,” she whispered. 

“¿Si?”

“I’m all yours,” she breathed. Rodolfo growled as he started to move his hips, thrusting into her with heated passion. 

“Yes you are,” he grunted, slamming into her. “So pretty, mi estrella,” he breathed, using his free hand to carefully grab her braided hair and lift her off the bed slightly. “Look at me, I want to see how beautiful you are saying my name.”

“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Stella turned around enough to make eye contact, losing herself in his lust-blown brown eyes. His name, his nickname, all soft prayers as another orgasm drew near. Rodolfo groaned as he felt her tighten around him, squeezing his cock as they built up together. “Yes, Rudy, yes!” Stella yelled as she came once more. Rodolfo came a moment later, yelling out her name as he coated her insides white. 

He released her hands as he loomed over her, placing soft kisses on her shoulder. Rodolfo used every word he knew for beautiful in Spanish as they came down together, feeling his heart swell as he saw her satisfied smile. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he slowly stood up and withdrew himself from inside her. 

“Don’t move,” he said softly. “I’ll be right back. Where are your wipes?”

“Next to the oil bottles,” Stella answered. Rodolfo found what he was looking for, carefully cleaning himself up before using another one on her. 

“Thank you,” he said as he wiped her thighs clean. 

“No, Rudy, thank you,” she said softly. 

“Water?”

“Yes, please,” Stella answered. Rodolfo quickly went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles. Stella straightened up, using the bed for leverage as she climbed up on it. Rodolfo gave her some water, which she promptly opened and took a sip. 

“Do you want one of us to bring you dinner?” Rodolfo asked as he saw the time. 

“Yes,” Stella answered. “Can Simon do it? I want to talk to him about his limits.”

“Of course, preciosa. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Rodolfo said with a smile before drinking water. 

“And tell him to bring his own dinner,” she added. 

“I’ll be sure to remind him.”

“Can you give me my clothes?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo answered, going around the room and grabbing her discarded clothing items. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” Stella answered. “You?”

“Me too,” Rodolfo said, smiling at her. “Simon will be here with your dinner in a bit,” he added, slowly walking over to the curtained area and putting on his clothes. He stepped out, fully dressed, and grinned at the sight of a still-glowing Stella. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast?” 

“If I wake up early enough,” she giggled. Rodolfo smiled, striding over to her and giving her another long kiss. “Thank you, mi corazón.”

“Thank you, mi estrella,” Rodolfo said, placing a soft kiss on her temple before leaving the med bay. 

Rodolfo arrived at the dining room to see dinner all spread out again. The team was all waiting for him, having just sat down to eat. 

“Dinner?” Ghost asked. 

“She’s waiting for you. And asked that you bring your own plate,” Rodolfo answered. Ghost chuckled, nodding. 

“Fair enough,” he said, starting to prepare a dish for her. 

“She’s a talented masseuse,” Kyle remarked. 

“She is. Told me your back was terrible,” Rodolfo teased. 

“When she said to me that some knots could be more painful than some of our battle wounds, I didn’t believe her until she found a really stubborn one. Gods did that hurt,” Kyle said with a chuckle. “Price, get ready for some pain.”

“You too, Alejandro,” Rodolfo said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a beer. Simon was done with one serving and was now starting to prepare a second one. 

“It can’t be that bad Rudy,” Alejandro said with an eye roll. 

“You carry the weight of the world on your back, trust me, it will be,” Rodolfo said with a smirk. “Ghost, do you need help taking that to the med bay?”

“Yes,” he answered. 

“I’ll do it,” Kyle said, quickly sprinting to action. He grabbed the first dish and the mug of tea Simon had steeping before following the lieutenant towards the room Stella was waiting at. While Soap had been the one with the idea, he wanted to know how his superior officer was handling the current turn of events. This was a unique situation and while he’d agreed to take part in it, Kyle wanted to know how Ghost was managing things mentally. “How are you feeling, Ghost?”

“Good, Gaz,” Simon answered, appreciating the check-in. Soap had done something similar the night before after he’d put Stella to bed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Kyle said as they arrived at the med bay. Simon knocked on the door and waited. 

“Coming!” Stella’s voice cried, as the knob turned and the door opened. “Kyle, Si,” she grinned as she stepped aside to let them in. They set the plates on her desk before Kyle wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. 

“Good?” he asked. 

“Very,” Stella smiled. She giggled as Kyle gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she said as he released her. 

“You’re welcome, Luv,” he grinned. “Enjoy your dinner and rest.”

“I will. Good night, Kyle,” Stella said as he slowly started to leave the room. 

“Good night, Stella,” he said, leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him. 

“Hey,” Stella smiled at Simon. He took off his mask and sat down opposite her, keeping his eyes on hers. 

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“I am,” Stella admitted. “I wanted to talk to you. I was too worn out last night to think straight so it didn’t cross my mind until this morning.”

“What is it?”

“I want to know what is okay with you and what isn’t,” she answered, starting on her dinner. Simon looked away, touched by the gesture. While he hadn’t entirely opened up to her about his torture history, after a little over two years of working together, he’d learned she was trustworthy. He’d slowly allowed her to take care of his wounds instead of doing it himself. They spent nights talking about life, she mostly carried those conversations, but it was still welcoming. Out of the whole team, prior to this, he was the only one who knew confidently that Stella reciprocated something of what he felt for her but neither had said anything aloud. “Si?” her voice called out softly. “Still with me?”

“My apologies, star,” Simon said softly. 

“You don’t have to tell me where you went. I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page whenever your turn is,” she said sweetly, reaching towards him across the table. 

“Thank you,” Simon said, the corner of his lip upturning slightly. 

“If you don’t have an answer for me tonight, I can wait until you have one. I don’t think it’s your turn tomorrow.”

“You’re right. It isn’t,” he said, taking a sip of his tea. “However, I do have an answer for you. I have given it thought since before this came up.”

“Okay, this applies to your massage too, bebé,” Stella reassured him. 

“It’ll take a moment for me to relax,” he admitted. “How have you been starting?”

“Back first. But if you’d like, I can start the other way with you. Chest, arms, and then you let me know if you’d like to continue. The last thing I want is for you to be tense when I’m trying to relieve your stress.”

“That would be wonderful,” Simon said as he ate. “If I ever tense up, regardless of where you are at your massage, don’t stop unless I say so. I do want you to take care of me, star, but the body remembers faster than my mind does.”

“If you’re struggling, is it okay for me to talk to you? Try to bring you back with words?”

“Yes, no Spanish until I say it’s okay,” Simon answered, swallowing nervously at his request. 

“I can do that,” Stella nodded. “I think we can also try something else.”

“No lavender, please.”

“No,” Stella chuckled. “I’ll give you something of mine you can hold onto, use it as an anchor.” 

“That might help,” Simon said softly. “What did you have in mind?” 

“The shirt you like, the one with the cat.”

“The one you sleep in?”

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “Would you like to try that?”

“Yes.” 

“Good, hopefully, it works. Now, about the after,” Stella said, changing the subject. “What are your limits?”

“I should be asking you that,” Simon countered.

“Simon, I can be intense in the heat of the moment. I want to be able to let go with you but I need to know what you don’t like so I avoid it and we both can get the most out of it together.”

“I hate degradation. It’s not for me.”

“Thank you. I don’t do that but it’s good to know.”

“No restraints.”

“Okay,” she smiled. 

“You don’t have to reassure me, dove, but I would appreciate it if,” Simon started, sighing. “This is not something easy to say,” he said, frustrated. 

“No, but I understand you perfectly,” Stella said, holding out her hand toward Simon once more. He reached for it, gently placing his over hers. “I am very vocal when I feel good and when I don’t. You will know. Trust me.” 

“Thank you,” Simon said, squeezing her hand. 

“Am I forgetting anything?” 

“No, I think we’ve covered everything.” 

“Perfect,” Stella smiled. “Do you want to read to me tonight?” she asked, hopeful. 

“Sure,” Simon said with a half-smile. “What’s on deck for me tonight? More high fantasy?”

“Yes,” Stella groaned. “You should consider being an audiobook narrator when you retire,” she teased. 

“Only for you.” 

“I’m a very lucky girl then,” Stella grinned. 

“Indeed you are,” he agreed. You have no idea, star, he thought. The smiles Gaz and Rodolfo had come back with gave everything away. They were hers and much she was theirs. 

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Translations:

No tienes que pedir perdón preciosa - You don't have to apologize, precious

Perfecto - Perfect

Listo - Ready

Mis hombros - My shoulders

Esta bien - That's okay

¿Qué te gusta - What do you like?

No me sorprende - Doesn't surprise me

¿De veras? - Really?

¿Estas bien? - Are you okay?

Eeres un rayo de sol - You're a ray of sunshine

Mierda - Shit

Stella, acaba ya - Stella, finish already

Ven aca, belleza - Come here, beautiful

Tu sonrisa nos tiene a todos locos - Your smile drives us all crazy

I'm sorry if I've missed any I've been trying to get these done and everything is just *not* working for me tonight. <3

[baby--charchar]

Rhea

[OC game] Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door, playing music to say what you cannot

I'll tag @jacksdinonuggets, @lilbabjojo, @lovelyangelbee, but if anyone else wants to join, consider this your tag!!

[therapy-ghost]

[ MATCHUP EXCHANGE! @frostfall-matches ]

fandom(s): twisted wonderland, genshin.

basic info: raven, nonbinary but fem leaning, any pronouns ok.

personality: introverted (distant, disinterested in getting close to most, does not get lonely, takes a long time to open up or even interact w/ others), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking), confident (arrogant, a bit prideful), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive), even-tempered (somewhat apathetic, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but is baseline content almost always), good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip), a troublemaker/rulebreaker, often unintentionally gets into trouble (then laughs about it), does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and irritating people), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, cold and a little mean when upset with someone.

hobbies: video games, watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking, cosplay, reading (fantasy, occasionally books on history), taking care of plants, thrill-seeking activities.

likes: cats, sweets, most fruits, good food, lattes, aromatic candles, cool weather, traveling, piercings, tattoos, puns, learning foreign languages, new experiences, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), when people banter back with me, people who let me tease them, people who develop their own opinions but are still willing to listen to other perspectives.

dislikes: bitter foods, strong scents, pessimism, hot weather, feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for others, when people don’t stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), overly anxious people, people-pleasers, when people act condescending towards me

misc.: intj-a ; 7w8 ; love languages: physical touch, quality time ; clumsy ; accidentally (+purposefully) misuses slang or common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care but rarely wears makeup ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in uni (also studied abroad in korea) ; majors in international cultures/languages + minors in psychology and medieval history ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not dwell too much on the past.

appearance: 5'1"/155cm ; pear-shaped ; very pale skin, burns easily ; round face, single dimple on right cheek, big green eyes, long eyelashes, button nose ; natural hair is light ash brown, wavy, almost always styled with straight bangs, it is currently mid-back length, layered, toned silver ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4+an industrial in the other, navel piercing.

clothing style: more masculine, rarely wears dresses, color scheme is black/gray/dark or muted green ; loves flannels, leather jackets, fishnets, combat boots ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

(thank you for doing an exchange with me!)

hello! Thanks for doing this exchange with me; here our the characters I would match you up with in the fandoms you chose

for twisted wonderland, I match you up with Vil Schoenheit;

styles you and shows you off to his dorm mates (and people on set if you go with him any where)

is very jealous if you end up talking to other people

make up and skin care (either way(if you are fine)) but will get really picky if you don’t do his right

if you go to a different school, he will turn up at your school during sometime that you both down have class and will pick you up for a date but if you go to night ravens college, he will walk everywhere with you and will walking to to class

if you are in the same house(I’m not one to make judgment on houses) he will make sure you are comfortable always: not like he ain’t doing that if your in other houses.

some people are kinda confused that you two are dating because of how self centred he comes off, but if he really cares, you are his everthing(even if you(or others) don’t verbally know it)

hand kisser 1

and for Genshin, I match you up with Keaya

Would give you a flower a day; so at the end of the week you would have a mini bundle, then at the end of the mouth a bouquet

this man 110% where’s perfume, so he makes sure it isn’t to strong when he gets to be around you

he is a knight so he will sometimes not always be around you, but he will make it up to you when he is around

bregs about you to Diluc(I would Imagine he likes you)

he will banter with you, with out a dout

hype man and no one can change my mind; you doing anything and he just has little pompoms, whether they are physical or mental in his mind is up to you, but he is supporting you all the way

feels like he can just let go around you and I think he needs it.

hand kisser 2

sorry this took so long but here it is, hopefully you like it

[historias-multorum]

Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics (Sir Pentious)

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings,  plucking fresh fruit from trees,  fitful sleep,  deep discussions,  nighttime swim,  fruit juices running down your chin,  long moments of silence,  long bike rides,  lazy summer mornings,  lunch with friends,  shame,  erotic fantasies,  red swim trunks,  a blanket on the grass,  wheat coloured skin,  wistful gazes, well-loved books,  morning jogs,  creating music,  bathing under the sun,  sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings,  wasted time,  shared faith,  sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream,  walking your bicycle down cobble roads,  overthinking,  childish love confessions,  warm embraces,  bare feet,  the dull slap of espadrilles at night,  shyness,  restraint,  kisses in the grass,  endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea,  the threat of autumn in a raindrop,  beads of sweat pooling on your skin,  lighting a lover’s cigarette,  a little too much wine,  strumming a guitar,  the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door,  leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave,  washing your face in a fountain,  fevered kisses,  the comfort of nostalgia,  tall cypresses,  glaring mid-afternoon sea,  rehearse the pain to dull it,  a billowy shirt,  warm benches,  longing phonecalls,  framed antique postcards,  citronella candles in the garden,  memories of lovers like ghosts in the window,  held gazes,  hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door,  playing music to say what you cannot 

Tagged by: Yoinked from @emeraldtied

Tagging: @thetoaddaddy @the-silver-peahen-residence @within-the-resort @story-magic @storiedocs and anyone who wants to give it a go!

[the-soul-of-a-morningstar]

hello! i'm here to request a matchup ✨if you'd like, i can write one for you in exchange at my sideblog -> @frostfall-matches

[name: raven / age: early 20s / sexuality: possibly aro/ace but i'm also not against the idea of being in a relationship w someone (gender/sex is irrelevant) / gender: nonbinary or agender (any pronouns ok)]

- personality: rough around the edges but overall fairly amiable, introverted but not shy (distant, disinterested in getting close to most, takes a long time to open up), willing to trust others and give people the benefit of the doubt, extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking), confident and self-secure (sometimes prideful to the point of arrogance), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive but i try not to be), even-tempered (not prone to anger, but annoyance is relatively common; anger is cold when it happens), somewhat apathetic (flat affect, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but a majority of the time mood baseline is pleasant), very rarely cries, tends to brush off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious (but if i have a goal i WILL get it done), mildly competitive, good sense of humor, playful around friends, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip/drama), a troublemaker/rulebreaker, also often unintentionally gets into trouble (then laughs it off), does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who irritate me), logical, intelligent (but not necessarily the "bookish/academic" type who could spend hours researching), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection.

- love languages: physical touch, gifts.

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, anything w/ good world-building & characters), watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor & acrylic), baking (but not cooking), cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, occasionally books on history), taking care of plants, home/decor DIY projects, thrill-seeking activities (a bit of an adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, sweets, most fruits, good food, cheese, lattes (either coffee or tea, a favorite of mine is chai), aromatic candles (can't burn them for very long bc i get headaches), piercings, tattoos, puns, cool weather, winter, forests, mountains, traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, having ample amount of alone time/space, the occasional lazy day, the occasional philosophical discussion.

- dislikes: dogs, bitter foods, strong scents, hot weather, summer, spiders, long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up, lmao).

- misc.: quite clumsy and prone to getting injured ; accidentally (+purposefully) misuses slang/common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care but rarely wears makeup, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; able to play alto saxophone, wants to learn cello ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but afternoons are rough) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly, not afraid of messing up and looking stupid ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; studied abroad in korea for 5 months ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations.

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; very pale (burns easily) ; round, youthful face ; single dimple on right cheek when smiling ; big green eyes, long eyelashes ; hair is naturally wavy and light ash brown, often styled w/ front bangs - currently mid-back length toned silver ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 +an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side (rarely wears dresses/skirts, but i do love short shorts), color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, leather jackets, combat boots, hightop sneakers ; socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

a/n: Hey! I saw my matchup from you this morning! It was great, tysm for doing it!

Lucifer

Despite the fact that you have a somewhat more cold and monotone personality, Lucifer is probably the person you enjoy spending your time with

Lucifer enjoys making you ducks, he aims to make them based upon your interests, like from one of your favorite RPG games or animes

He understands your not an easy one to open up, so he really tries hard not to push you farther than your comfortable, but that doesn’t mean Lucifer’s okay with being shut out - he wants to know your okay (and probably needs to be reassured that regularly)

As much as Lucifer is short, he’s taller than you (just by a few inches), so he really gets a kick out of it. And he’ll realistically tease you for it a fair bit (It may get a bit annoying, but he’s sorta in the moment, but if you ever told him to stop he would)

Runner-Ups: Alastor, Husk

@the-soul-of-a-morningstar : please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platform.

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply. lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, poetry readings, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door, playing music to say what you cannot

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TAGGING: @tangledfate (angel) @a-hazbin-spider @hellsdisneyprincess

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Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold all that apply.

lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door, playing music to say what you cannot

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tagged by @mothvalentino tagging: whoever wants to complete it <3

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Call Me By Your Name Aesthetics

Bold All That Apply

lounging by the pool, poetry readings, plucking fresh fruit from trees, fitful sleep, deep discussions, nighttime swim, fruit juices running down your chin, long moments of silence, long bike rides, lazy summer mornings, lunch with friends, shame, erotic fantasies, red swim trunks, a blanket on the grass, wheat coloured skin, wistful gazes, well-loved books, morning jogs, creating music, bathing under the sun, sticky summer heat, regret, unreadable looks, double meanings, wasted time, shared faith, sleeping naked, late night poker games, ice cream, walking your bicycle down cobble roads, overthinking, childish love confessions, warm embraces, bare feet, the dull slap of espadrilles at night, shyness, restraint, kisses in the grass, endless pools of their eyes, the moon sparkling on the calm sea, the threat of autumn in a raindrop, beads of sweat pooling on your skin, lighting a lover’s cigarette, a little too much wine, strumming a guitar, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house, notes slipped under the door, leisurely swims, calling ‘later’ as you leave, washing your face in a fountain, fevered kisses, the comfort of nostalgia, tall cypresses, glaring mid-afternoon sea, rehearse the pain to dull it, a billowy shirt, warm benches, longing phonecalls, framed antique postcards, citronella candles in the garden, memories of lovers like ghosts in the window, held gazes, hesitating on the other side of the bedroom door, playing music to say what you cannot

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