#like. at that time. hmm i barely talked to anyone other than my family. i was healing from smth. mostly existing save for the fact that

[die-pink-maus]

📖 Mein Tutor 📖

❤︎ Darawing Credits: @shkretart ❤︎

Synopsis: Reader makes a New Year’s resolution to be more productive, finding herself fascinated with language, she decides to hire an in person tutor to give her the run down on Deutsch. However, turns out that learning German isn’t the only thing on readers mind…or her tutor, König’s 🤭

TW: 18+, MDNI, heavy smut, fluff fluff fluff, MDom, age gap relationship (26/41), dirty talk, female pronouns used, fingering, p in v, eye contact during seggs, size kink, female reader, vanilla seggs

AN: This is a ✨one shot✨ all the goods are here and there aren’t any additional parts. I would say this is a “medium” burn lol, there’s quite a bit of background and dialogue before we get into ITTTT. I’m learning German at the moment and my tutor is really cute, so it made me think hmm…😂 Also, I do tend to write König as a softer character, so this won't be for you if you don't like fluff, but I'm going to try my hand at a more domineering version of him soon. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 5,412

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I’ve never really been one for New Year’s resolutions, but considering how chaotic my life was last year, I figured setting a goal or two for myself would probably do me some good. I’d been searching for new and productive ways to spend my free time for a while now, and discovered that I really enjoy learning new languages. Language has always been incredibly fascinating, but I never realized just how fascinating it could truly be until now. He’s retired, ex military, and practically everything about him is unknown, down to his name as he only goes by his former callsign which is König. He’s shrouded in mystery with just the right amount of danger — everything from the way he caries himself to the black ski mask he wears during our lessons is telling of his obscure and likely troublesome past. But behind this large secretive wall appears to be an overall happy man, one who chooses to spend his free time teaching people such as myself how to speak in his native tongue — German. He’s an incredible teacher, he’s taught me more than I ever thought was possible in two months. He makes our lessons enjoyable and fun, I’m almost always ready for our next lesson the minute one ends.  I practically count down the days of each week, patiently awaiting 7pm on Friday nights when he graces my front door, barely able to walk through the door frame without bumping his head due to his unbelievably tall and brawny stature. I think about him more than I’d like to admit. The sweet praises that escape his lips at the end of each lesson, how the wrinkles around his stunning blue eyes crinkle up when he listens to me say a new word he’s taught me — I assume he’s smiling considering I can’t see anything other than his eyes. “Very good, schatz.” He says as he gives me a playful round of applause. There’s something about him that draws me in. I don’t really know what he looks like, but from what I can see, he’s perfect. Probably the tallest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, a muscular physique that never goes unnoticed even in loose fitting clothing, it’s damn near impossible for my mind not to wander off. I know he’s much older than me, and for all I know he could have an entire family with a wife and children. Considering how sweet he is, it wouldn’t be surprising at all.   I’m not too sure if German is considered a language of love by many, or anyone at all, but he has a way of making it sound so sexy. I’m damn near hypnotized by the rough and rugged tone that coats each word he speaks. Even in English, his accent is absolutely endearing, it takes everything in me to keep my composure as my core heats and arousal slowly begins to glaze the soft pink cotton of my panties. 

Our lesson is almost over for the evening, but I’m feeling a little bold…another thing I promised myself this year is that I won’t allow fear to control my life. I doubt I ever cross his mind. He probably doesn’t look at me or think of me in all the many ways I do with him given our age difference, but I’m old enough to know what I want. Tonight’s the night I start making it clear that I’m interested, and if it’s not reciprocated, at least I tried. He began packing away his notebook and heading towards the foyer when my eye caught a glimpse of a vintage bottle of red wine I’d bought earlier in the week. “Um,” I began hesitantly, my mind sorting through ways in which I could make him stay a little longer. I walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed the bottle of wine, along with two glasses from the cupboard above. “Any plans for this evening? I was thinking…maybe you’d like to have a glass of wine with me?” I blushed. The look in his eyes was reminiscent of a deer in headlights. Figures he’d be caught off guard, considering we’d never spent time together outside of our lessons. “Well, I don’t have any plans at all,” he laughed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, the wrinkles around his dazzling blue eyes crinkling up. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone else you’d rather share that with? Looks like an expensive bottle, don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate you sharing this with the strange masked Austrian man who comes by to teach you German once a week.”

“Well, who said I had a boyfriend?” I giggled, my cheeks ablaze from slight embarrassment at his assumption. “I just assumed that a beautiful young woman such as yourself…” He began as we held each other’s gaze. “So is that a yes or no?” I smirked.

“Alright, wine it is.” He said hesitantly as he removed his boots. “I’ll invoice you for the extra time later.” He teased. We both took a seat on my sofa “Prost!” I smiled after I poured us both a glass, and raised my glass with him. “Sehr gut, Schatz!” He praised before raising the edge of his mask up to his nose and taking a sip. This is more of him than I’ve ever been able to see. His jaw line is strong and chiseled, peppered with an even layer of stubble. “Alright, you have to tell me,” I began. “Why do you wear the mask?”

He paused for a moment, thinking of an answer to a question he probably gets quite frequently. “There are quite a few reasons…” he sighed. “The military has and always will be a large part of my life, I suppose there’s some comfort in it for me. Maybe I just feel a little exposed without it because I’ve worn one almost every day of my life since I was a teenager.” He laughed. “Also, there’s the matter of safety…”

“Why would you need your mask for safety?”

He sighed, “It’s complicated, but there are situations you can sometimes get yourself into that cause you to make enemies out of people you wouldn’t really want to make enemies with.” He said. It hadn’t really occurred to me until just now that he’s more than likely had a hand in ending someone else’s life. It sounds silly, because he was in the military so I should have just assumed, but aside from the mask and his large, intimidating body, it’s kinda hard to picture him as some ruthless assassin. All of our interactions thus far have been so pleasant, and he’s never been anything other than a gentleman, there’s a part of me that wonders… “Are you okay?” I asked, a pang of immediate regret stirring within me as soon as the words left my lips. I guess I just can’t imagine having to do the things he probably had to do. I don’t think I’d be okay, I don’t know how I could cope with taking another life, or watching the life of someone else get taken. He cocked his head to the side, eyes slightly squinted as he let out a brief chuckle. “You know,” he began. “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before…” he trailed off. “I would say…I wasn’t always okay, it was very hard in the beginning, but over time I’ve learned to be okay.” He beamed, a softness gleaming in his eyes, almost as if he was glad I asked. “I’m happy to hear that” I smiled. 

I’d like to think I was able to gain his trust that night, something I know is probably a challenging task for many others. Since then, we’ve made it somewhat of a tradition to share a bottle of wine after each of our lessons. Sometimes he even cooks dinner and chefs up a few of his favourite Austrian dishes. Nothing makes me melt more than seeing how overjoyed he is that I’ve enjoyed something he made. Another two months have gone by, and it’s safe to say that he and I have been growing…closer, but be has yet to make an actual move. The ball is now in his court, so let’s see what he does with it. It's Saturday and I'm bored as hell. We spoke earlier and since we both aren’t doing anything, we decided maybe it would be a good idea to do something together, so I invited him over. This would be the first time we’d be spending time together where a lesson hasn’t taken place beforehand, so as excited as I am, I’m also feeling quite nervous. I made a small plater of appetizers for us to snack on while we do whatever it is we’re gonna be doing. Ultimately there’s no set plan, so I’m thinking we’ll probably end up watching a movie or two. My doorbell rang a few minutes later, and there he was holding a 6 pack of German beer and an extra large pizza. “You told me you enjoy pizza last time, so I figured I’d bring some for us to share.” He smiled. 

“Great choice.” I giggled as I moved aside so he could come in. “I did half meat lovers, and half extra cheese with pineapples.” He said as he opened the box to display the pizza, the look in his eyes hinting at how proud he was for remembering the toppings I like. “Very simple order, but it’s something very few can seem to get right,” I laughed as he placed the pizza on the counter top. “Thank you, König.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his torso. He’s huge so a proper hug just doesn’t work, but no hug in this world compares to a König hug. Those big muscular arms wrapped around me, engulfing me into his strong chest. He always smell amazing, like fragrant musky oud and aftershave. “Natürlich, Schatz.“ he whispers as his hand roams over the back of my head, fingers gently playing in my hair. I could stay in his arms forever, I’ve genuinely never felt safer than I do right here. We haven’t really had a moment quite as intimate as this one. We’ve hugged many times before, but not like this. We pulled away and smiled at each other. I cleared my throat before heading over to my kitchen to grab plates and napkins. "So how has your day been so far?" He asked a he took a took a seat at the breakfast bar. "Honestly, it's been pretty boring thus far, I'm counting on you to entertain me" I teased.

"And how do you expect me to do that?" He smirked.

"That's your job to figure out, not mine." I winked.

"Alright, what's you opinion on horror movies?"

"Love 'em!"

"Paranormal or slasher?"

"Hmm, haven't watched a slasher in a while..." I said as I took a seat on the stool beside him, grabbing a slice of my half of the pizza.

"Okay, I'm gonna count down, we're both gonna say a slasher on three and then go from there."

"Alright."

"Eins, Zwei, Drei..."

"Saw marathon." We both said before proceeding to burst into laugher. "Well that was easy," He laughed. "Never would've pegged you for a Saw type of woman though."

"Hey...ya girl's got good taste alright?" I laughed as I took a bite of my slice. We moved everything to the couch and setup Netflix. Luckily for us, Netflix happens to have all of the saw movies available for streaming. I took a seat on the couch after figuring everything out with the TV. "Why are you so far away?" He asked. I sat frozen for a moment, not sure what to do, the blood rushing to my cheeks as I face him. One of his arms rested gently behind the couch, signalling for me to come closer. I smiled bashfully before sliding closer to him, his large robust arm swinging around me and nuzzling me into his side. I gently placed my hand on his chest, before looking up at him. He looked down at me, the wrinkles around his eyes doing that thing I love so much to give away that he's smiling. He gently rubbed my arm, lifting his mask up to his nose, as he placed his finger underneath my chin. He leaned in close, gently rubbing his nose against mine. "May I kiss you, Schatz?" He whispered.

"Ja." I breathed.

"Sehr gut..." He smiled, taking note of my Deutsch response, as he closed the gap between our lips, enrapturing me in a kiss so deep my body turned to jello. His tongue entered my mouth, taking the kiss to new heights. It was dripping with passion, riddled with fervour and yearning. It was hot. Sensual and inviting, I was practically speechless when he pulled away, a string of spit connecting our swollen lips from the brief make out session a few seconds prior. He pulled me back into his chest, gently placing a kiss on the top of my head. Seems like he’s doing something with that ball after all.

By the time we’d finished watching the movies, it was nearly 2am. We were both slowly beginning to doze off before König took notice of the time. “Schiße,” he groaned as he rubbed his eyes. “When did it get so late?”

“No idea.” I yawned as I gently rose from his chest. Ugh he’s so comfy, I really didn’t want to get up, but I didn’t want to push things too far along by suggesting that he spend the night, no matter how badly I wanted to, and fuck did I want to. That one kiss alone was more than enough to have me practically dripping through my panties and down my thighs. He’s such a phenomenal kisser. For a good hour throughout the first movie, I pretty much had to fight myself to keep my mind off of imagining those lips of his covering my entire body in wet gentle kisses. Feeling them enclosed around my nipples, sucking and nipping at them with his teeth while his large calloused hands roam about my body. Picturing him between my legs, his sweet, rough tongue lapping over my swollen nub and dipping between my folds, blue eyes piercing my gaze as he watches me writhe in pleasure beneath him. I would let him have me all over the house, on every piece of furniture, every corner and crevice, I want to be able to look anywhere in here and remember how hard he fucked me…but I don’t want to come off too eager. We got up from the couch and headed towards the front foyer. “I had a great time tonight.” I blushed. “I’d love to maybe do it again sometime.”

“I agree,” he said. “But maybe, only if you’d like to, I could take you out for dinner somewhere nice?”

“Yes,” I said a little two quickly. “I would love to.”

“What about after our next lesson this week?”

“That works for me.”

“Perfect.” He said as he finished putting on his shoes. “I’ll see you then, Schatz. Guten Nacht” he said, gently pulling me in for a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “Let me know when you make it in.” I said.

“Roger.” He smiled, playfully saluting me as he headed out the front door. 

Sundays are what I like to call Self Care Days. I’ll normally do a full deep clean of the entire house, engage in some intensive skincare, play my favourite music, drink my favourite wine and eat my favourite foods. It wasn’t until I was finished washing off my clay face mask that I realized I was missing the wine and food. I quickly slipped into a pair of black leggings and a white hoodie, then grabbed my car keys and headed out to the grocery store a few minutes away to grab a bottle of Chardonnay and a few ingredients I’m missing to make lasagna. The supermarket is relatively empty today, which is quite surprising considering it’s a Sunday, but I have zero complaints. I definitely prefer it this way, there’s less anxiety surrounding finding the things you need as you can simply take your time. After grabbing my favourite jar of tomato sauce, ricotta cheese and big bottle of Chardonnay, I began walking off towards to the cash register. As I mindlessly drifted through the aisle towards the cashier, I caught a glimpse of someone familiar. My eyes trailed over the produce section of the grocery store and I saw him — König…but he wasn’t alone. Beside him, a beautiful statuesque blonde, gently rubbing his arm as a little boy around maybe around 3 or 4 years old sat nestled between his arm and chest. My heart practically sank and fell right out of my body and I froze dead in my tracks. No, nothing is set in stone between he and I, but what the hell is going on? Why spend any time at all with me outside of our lessons? Why kiss me the way he did or ask me out to dinner? It’s not like we sit and talk about German for hours over multiple glasses of wine, watch movies on opposite ends of my couch in complete silence, or conjugate verbs while he cooks me Käsespätzle. I’m no fool, I see the way he looks at me…but if he’s married, I want absolutely nothing to do with him. Once I’d gotten over the initial shock of what I’d seen, I was enraged. I decided the next course of action was going to be absolute pettiness. I began heading over in his direction, a gigantic phoney grin plastered across my face as I approach him and his family. “Oh wow, König!” I exclaimed. “Had no idea you and your family also shopped here too.” I said through nearly gritted teeth. “Yes, I’m surprised I haven’t run into you here before.” He smiled, seemingly oblivious to being caught. “I’m one of König’s students, nice to meet you.” I smiled as I turned to the blonde.

“Karina, likewise.” She smiled.

“She’s my Friday evening student, she’s progressing quite well!” He laughed. 

“Ahhh…I’ve heard quite a bit about you actually.” She smirked. 

“I’m sure you have…well I just wanted to come over and say hello. Take care” I said before I walked over to self checkout. As angry as I am, more than anything else, I feel foolish. Of course he has an entire family, and of course she’s beautiful. Good thing I grabbed the big bottle of wine today. The first thing I did when I got home, aside from pour myself a glass of wine, was cancel the rest of my lessons with König before blocking his number all together. I feel so disgusting and betrayed. Why wouldn’t he tell me about her? Was he hoping I’d be interested in being some sort of mistress? Considering this is something that was initiated by me on the basis of “I’m gonna get what I want this year”, this is a little embarrassing.

The thunderstorm brewing outside was the perfect addition to this mess of an evening. About 3 glasses of Chardonnay and 3 slices of pizza later, I still can’t get over seeing him with them. I just feel so stupid. I genuinely thought this could have been the beginning of something…special. As mad as I am, I cannot get over how amazing he looked with that baby in his arms. Considering how patient he is with me during our lessons, I just know he’s probably the most amazing father, but I have to just try to move on I guess. I got up to pour myself another glass of wine when my doorbell rang. Very strange seeing as it’s 10pm and I’m not expecting a visit from anyone other than a brutal hangover, but I’m not expecting that till tomorrow morning. I opened my phone to check my Ring camera before going towards the door. It’s him. What the hell is he doing here? Was today not enough? I walked over to the door, taking a very deep breath before proceeding to open. He’s soaking wet from head to toe. His white, crew next t-shirt sticking to his body, revealing a clearly defined chest and sculpted abs. “What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“You cancelled your lessons…and then I tried calling you and never got through. I thought maybe something happened to you.” He said.

“Really? König, please, spare me the pity party.”

“What? What are you talking about? What pity party?”

“Wasn’t it enough for me to have to see you with her? And then you act as if it’s not weird as hell for me to be interacting with your wife.” I spat. He stared at me for a moment before doing something I never thought he would do. He pulled his mask up and over his head. I stared at him, dumbfounded. I drank him in, assessing all of his features — he’s beautiful. He has a buzz cut, which is different than what I’d always pictured, and a scar the slits through his eyebrow that looks…pretty damn good if I’m being honest. His expression grew soft, mildly amused as he watched me stare at his maskless face. “Schatz,” he said. “That is my sister, Karina, and her 4 year old son Markus.” He laughed. 

“Fuck…” I cursed under my breath. 

“Can I come in please?” He asked. I nodded as I moved aside to let him through the front door. I really don’t know what’s worse, me assuming that the similarly large blonde hair blue eyed Austrian woman standing beside him was his wife, or the outburst I just had. I would crawl under a rock and live there for the rest of my life if I could, because I genuinely cannot handle the embarrassment. I walked over to the linen closet to grab him a towel to dry off. “Thank you,” he said as he put the towel to his face. “Now, what’s all of this about me having a wife?” He asked, smirking knowingly as he clearly already knows the answer. I’m not at all ready to have this conversation, but here goes. “I guess when I saw all three of you, I just assumed that was your wife and child.” I sighed. Looking back, especially now that I’ve seen his face, I definitely see the resemblance between him and Karina. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together after lessons…that kiss last night…I thought there was something between us.” I blushed.

He stepped closer to me. “Of course there is, I asked you out for a reason.” He laughed in mild disbelief. “But I do have a hard time understanding why you would be interested in me…You are so beautiful, too beautiful, but I’m so much older than you and all the things I’ve done —“

“König, I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is how I feel when I’m with you.”

He smiled as he raised his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek in his palm. My heart began to race at the sensation of his touch. “Why do you think she said she’s heard a lot about you?” He laughed. “I help her out with my nephew while her husband is deployed. Admittedly, you are all I can ever seem to think or talk about these days. I am happiest when I’m with you.” I never thought I’d hear him say these things, but God does it feel so good to hear. He leaned down and I leaned upward to close the gap between our lips. I never understood what people meant before when they said they felt a spark when they kissed someone, that is until he first kissed me. I never want it to end, but I also want more and I can tell he does too. He picks me up, effortlessly walking us both over to the kitchen before placing me on the countertop, his kiss growing hungrier and hungrier by the second. My hands sauntered about his torso through his damp shirt. He pulls away briefly to take it off before returning to my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer between my thighs. A small moan escapes my lips as I feel his hardened length push up against my pussy through his grey sweatpants. Fuck, looks like he’s big all around. My pussy weeps at the thought of him splitting me in half with his big stiff rod. His hands slip beneath my oversized shirt, softly massaging and caressing my tits as we continue to kiss, his hips slowly grinding against my sopping wet heat through my panties. Christ. I could cum right here. The motion of his hips alone is enough to send me spiralling out into a fit of intense pleasure. I can’t wait to feel him fill me up, and see the look on his face as he slips into the slick mess he’s created. He begins to roll and pinch my nipples between his fingers as his lips move towards my jawline, slow soft kisses trailing down my neck as I whimper and moan, my sensitive nipples growing harder beneath his touch. I pull my shirt up over my head, allowing his lips access to my exposed chest. His lips continue to trail downward towards my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, while his hand continues to massage the other. “Oh, König…” I moan quietly as my head falls back, goosebumps slowly decorating my entire body as he takes his time catering to my nipples. “Your body is incredible,” he breathed as he came back up to meet my lips. “I love the way it reacts to me…” he said lowly, his hand trailing along my side until it reaches the hem of my panties. “Oh…I wanna taste you.” he whispered in my ear. I placed both feet on the countertop and leaned back onto my elbows, slowly sliding my panties off and down my legs, flicking them off to the side in one swift little kick. He fell to his knees, spreading my legs apart to admire my sticky wet folds. “Schiße, Schatz…” he moaned as he looked up at me, placing gentle kisses along my inner thighs. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He smirked as he planted slow purposeful kisses against my heat. He nuzzled his face between my folds, his tongue lapping gently at the arousal pouring from my tight cunt. “Ohhh…” I moaned out, my hand resting on his head as he picked up the pace, my clit throbbing uncontrollably as his tongue ferociously flicks against it. “Fuck, König…God, you’re gonna make me cum.” I whimpered, legs beginning to shake as his hands held on tight to my thighs, fingers digging into my plush flesh as I squirmed beneath his lips and tongue. He began sucking my clit while his tongue continued to flick against my swollen nub, my orgasm building as I watched him indulge in me, enjoying and savouring every ounce of my sweet juices. He came up for air, licking his lips as he took in every inch of my naked body. “I could eat your pussy all day, Schatz. Fuck, you taste even better than you look.” He praised.

“Now I want you to cum for me.” He said, slowly sliding two of his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing swift circles against my clit. My back arches up off the counter as the room fills with the loud, obscene noises of me growing closer to succumbing to my orgasm.

He leans over me, fingers curling upward and into that delightful spongy spot inside me. He kisses me slowly as I cum all over his fingers, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean. “Sehr Gut.” He smirks as he pulls away, my eyes immediately drawn to the large bulge in his sweatpants. He pulls them, along with his boxers, down, revealing his long, hard, uncut cock. Fuck…he might actually split me in two. He’s gotta be at least 9-10 inches with a fair amount of girth, and a thick vein that embellishes the side of his length. I sat up as he placed his hands on my hips. “Are you sure about this, Schatz? I don’t wanna hurt you…you’re so tight.” He said.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I said, gently taking his hardness in my hand, slowly stroking him as I held his gaze. “I want you, König.” I breathed as I positioned his thick leaky tip at my entrance. “I’ll be gentle.” He breathed against my lips before kissing me , slowly pushing forward. I leaned back onto my hands to allow him more room to go deeper, his hands resting on the counter on either side of me. “König,” I gasped as he went deeper, slowly thrusting in more of himself little by little. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, expression awash with concern as he takes a brief pause. “No. I want more,” I moaned. “I want it all.”

He smiled, “Gutes Mädchen.” He said, holding my gaze as he continued to push into me, my eyes widening at the delicious feel of his fullness. “Fuck.” I moaned. 

“Mmm, look at you…” he smirked. “Schiße, you take me so fucking well.” He breathed, watching his fat cock slip in and out of me, letting out a guttural moan as he bottoms out. “Mein Got, you’re so fucking tight.” He said as his thrusts began to pick up pace. “So…big…” I moaned as he thrusted harder, eyes glued to mine, basking in my aroused expression as he continued to fuck me. “Harder.” I panted.

“You sure you can handle it, Schatz?” He asked.

“Yes. Please” I begged. He stood up, gently pulling me towards the edge of the countertop, placing my legs in the air, and wrapping one of his arms around both of my thighs before slamming into me repeatedly. “Oh my God.” I cried out, his thick tip kissing the sweet gummy edge of my cervix over and over. “This is what you wanted, ja?” He taunted.

“Y-yes.” I moaned, barely able to speak.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Schatz? Thought you could handle this?” He smirked, watching as my pussy gushes around this cock, dripping down it’s base. His free hand moved towards my clit, his thumb continuing with those hypnotizing circles as he mercilessly pounds my cunt, his face and chest glistening with sweat. I can feel myself about to come undone. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered. I’ve never been fucked this hard before, or taken anything nearly as big as him. I am completely overwhelmed with pleasure in the best way, and the look and his face let’s me know the feeling is mutual. I damn near explode all over his cock, coating majority of his length in my creaminess. He pulled out, I could tell his orgasm was about to follow mine. I climbed off of the counter top and got on my knees, licking my slick off of his shaft before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. He grabbed hold of my hair and I began sliding my lips up and down his shaft. “Fuck…” he whimpered. “I’m gonna cum.” He moaned. I picked up the pace, sucking him vigorously. I continued until he couldn’t hold back anymore, shooting ropes of his hot, sticky cum down my throat. I held his gaze as I swallowed. “Fuck….” He exhaled, trying to catch his breath as I rose to my feet. He pulled me into him, kissing me hard as we both came down from our high. “That was incredible.” He smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “It was.” I blushed. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

He laughed. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Schatz, especially not after that.”

“Would you like to spend the night?” I asked sheepishly.

“I would love to.” He smiled as he gave me a kiss on the cheek, before scooping me up into his arms bridal style. “Let’s go take a shower, Ja?”

“Lead the way!” I laughed as he headed towards the stairs.

[ragingbookdragon]

hello bubuuu, how are u? i hope that ur fine :) can I request something? could u write strangers to lovers with ghost x fem reader? ignore this if ur uncomfy :) xx

the only time i've ever been made uncomfortable by an ask was when an anon asked me if i would write a fic where the kink was breeding and i was...floored, and not in the good way

but here you go <3

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The first time he shows up in her bar it’s an hour to closing, there’s barely a handful of people in the bar at this point, most of her regulars already gone home for the night. He’s an odd one to peg already, dressed in all black, hood raised, and a black mask covering his forehead and lower face; only his eyes are exposed, but even then, they’re covered in what looks like soot. He sits on the very last stool furthest away from the doors and waits.

“What can I get you, babe?” she asks, propping an elbow on the bar.

“Bourbon, neat,” he replies, a rumble of a voice like thunder on the distant Birmingham skies.

She hums as she gets a glass. “Any specific kind?”

“Kentucky.”

“Ah, a good ole boy, aren’t you?” she teases and grabs a bottle of amber liquid; pours more than a generous amount for him, she’s not about to question his day, it already looks like a rough one. She places it in front of him about the time he’s pulling out a tenner. “On the house,” she smiles and his hand freezes before he puts it away.

“Thanks,” he mutters lowly, and she can tell he wants to be left alone while he drinks.

She throws the towel over her shoulder and givers him another smile. “Let me know if you need anything else, babe.”

When she comes back a few minutes later, he’s gone and she’s rather surprised that she hadn’t even noticed the man leave, as big as he was, she should’ve at least seen him, but not even Barry, her bouncer, saw him. She reaches for the glass and chuckles at the tenner tucked underneath it.

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“You’re not from Birmingham, are you?” he asks, one evening, and she’s shocked to hear him even talk to her.

“Me?” she repeats, as if he’s speaking to anyone else. “No, I’m not from here.”

“The bar’s American.”

“It is. Based on World War Two and other American wars. A family friend who took me in as a kid was a Vietnam vet. I dedicated the bar to him and other Americans who fought in wars then and now.” She cleans a glass. “You military?”

“Army.”

“From the way you carry yourself, I say special forces. SAS, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

She takes a long look at him, the mask riding just above his upper lip. “You’re an odd sort of fellow, you know that, right?”

“I’ve been told.”

“So, what’s the deal with the mask? Is it a comfort thing? Security? Both?”

He looks back at her, slate gray eyes staring right through her; it makes shivers ripple up and down her spine. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“I am bartender,” she chirps and sets the glass down. “I like to know my regulars.”

“I’ve only been here twice.”

“And if you didn’t feel comfortable, you wouldn’t’ve come back, babe,” she says knowingly, looking at him. “Have a name?”

“Ghost.”

“Hmm…how fitting.” She sets another bourbon down and takes the empty glass he has. “Let me know if you need anything.”

***

It’s a regular occurrence over the next few months to see Ghost in her bar an hour before closing. She recognizes he likes the silence and peace that last call brings. She’s gotten into the habit of setting his drink up exactly a minute before he walks in. Which is always ten on the dot.

This time, when he sits, he pushes the glass forward and she’s confused. “Want a fresh one?”

“What do you like?” he asks, looking at her.

“Oddly enough, I’m not a good ole girl.”

He smiles at that, and she knows by the way his gray eyes crinkle.

“Why don’t I make you something I’d like and see how you like it?”

“Surprise me then, love.”

It only takes a few minutes of vigorous shaking and switching liquors and Ghost has a tall, yellow fruity drink in front of him, complete with whipped cream and pineapple on top.

“Voilà.”

He blinks. “What…is that?”

“Hawaiian Rum Punch. Spiced and dark rum, pineapple liquor, passionfruit and pineapple juice. Little bit of sun in the gloomy English weather.”

Ghost snorts as he picks it up and takes the straw in his fingers, sipping it. “Funny.”

She waits, a slow-spreading grin on her face as she watches for his reaction. “Well?”

“It’s good. A little too sweet for me,” he replies honestly, and puts it down. “You’re good though.”

She reaches over with the towel and nicks the corner of his mouth where the whipped cream got him. “I know I am.” As she walks off to attend to another customer, she calls, “Drink your bourbon, good ole boy!”

***

It’s the rare night that the bar is closed that she’s out on her own, visiting an older family friend at the base on the other side of the city. She’s only been once, but this time, he’d insisted on her coming. Plus, she had a bottle of old whiskey on hand, so she knew he wanted that too. He escorts her inside, answering her few questions she asks with more grunts than answers.

“How’ve the missions been going?”

“Good. Just finished a hefty one out in Syria.”

“Interesting. Have to tell me about it tonight.”

“I will. Soap will want to brag.”

“Soap?”

“New team member. Made the mission a success with his demolitions.”

She smiles as he wraps his arm around her outside the door. “It’s good to see you, Price. It’s been a while since you came to the bar.”

“I’ve been coming, you just haven’t seen me there.”

Her brows pull in confusion but he opens the door and there’s a group of men surrounding a card table; all of them look up, but one looks shocked.

“Ghost?” she asks and turns to Price. “Did you send Ghost to scope out my bar?”

“I had to keep an eye one you somehow,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know your Uncle Tommy would’ve wanted me to.” He nudges her. “Besides, Simon would’ve protected you if anything bad happened.”

“I can protect myself,” she retorts, sticking her nose in the air. “I only went through six months of rigorous training with you and Uncle Tommy.”

She walks over and around Ghost with the bottle, grabbing a glass from the table to set beside him; cracking the bottle, she pours him a round before leaning on his shoulders and asking, “So, Simon, is it?”

Simon takes the cigarette from between his lips, grinds it out before he looks up at her and replies, “I thought it was ‘babe’?”

“I call everyone babe.” She smiles at him. “If you want to be special, you’ve gotta take me out.”

“I can do that.”

[podcastenthusiast]

Reflections on family (Or: I gave Astarion even more father issues which says nothing about me personally nope)

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They are not unkind, the Ancunins, your still-living family. Stilted, formal, like you're strangers--which you suppose you are at this point, yes. But they invite you into their home knowing full well that you could not enter if they so wished it. A show of trust for which you are grateful.

If this were a bard's tale, they would lead you to a musty room unchanged for two centuries, a lovingly kept shrine to a past you barely recall, the promising young man you once were. You would unearth artifacts of yourself. They would embrace you as you are now, public reputation be dammed, because you were missed and you are valued.

But this is not that story, so instead you are taken to the parlor--with its faded carpet that reminds you unpleasantly of your former home--where you pretend to sip tea across from your aged father and younger brother. Conversation is awkward and strained. You can charm people almost effortlessly, but being here is like talking to a chasm; the silence fills an unbridgeable gap in time.

You're told your mother died fifty years ago of a weak heart. You saw her portrait in the foyer. Apparently you used to have her eyes. You get the sinking sense that they're relieved she did not live to see your monstrous return from the dead.

Your brother is the one to finally ask. How it happened. Where you were all those years you didn't come home.

You tell them about Cazador.

"This calls for something stronger than tea, I think," your father says.

"Please," you agree.

They struggle to look at you. Their expressions remain a careful mask of polite neutrality except for occasional flickers of sadness, fear, guilt, anger. Disgust.

Well, if they want to play it like that, fine. You can wear a mask better than anyone.

Your family are not warm. They are not outright cold toward you, either. Never cruel or pitying. You almost wish they were. The familiarity would at least make it sting less.

Two hundred years lost. How can there be so little to say to each other?

You don't blame them, of course. To lose a son or brother violently, to grieve him, must be an unspeakable tragedy. To gain a vampire spawn, well... that is nothing other than an ill omen to add to the family's already waning fortune.

It is exactly what you'd come to expect of the dark place Cazador showed you the world could be. All you thought possible before you saw the sun again and dared to hope for more.

You leave the manor feeling quite like an unwanted ghost exorcised from their lives. It's closure of a sort for them, you suppose. You are just an untended grave in their eyes. Never mind that you had been hoping for a new beginning.

You regret making this journey alone.

Soon, though, you return to the arms of your dearest love.

"How did it go?" she asks.

"It was..."

You think about your darling who saved you. You think about your handful of tadpole-forged friendships--Karlach, and Wyll, Lae'zel, even Gale. You think about your siblings, the other spawn, bonded through shared blood none of you chose.

"Astarion?"

"It doesn't matter," you say dismissively. "I didn't find my family there."

"Hmm."

She's writing something, a while later.

"Composing another ballad?" you wonder.

"No. I'm writing a letter to Dalyria."

"What? Why?"

You had no idea they even correspond.

"Because I think you need a hug from your sister."

Perhaps she isn't wrong, but still, it seems like a lot of effort to go through just for that. For you.

"She's very busy," you protest.

"Then she'll make time. That's what family does."

You don't know what to say. Something in your chest uncoils; you're filled with warmth like fresh blood, an emotion akin to gratitude. Something you haven't felt so strongly in a very long time.

You feel wanted. Loved.

[vinelark]

can you talk more about your writing process? do you outline? what does your drafting process look like? I love to hear about the ways my fave fic writers write because everyone is so different!

hello! a while ago i wrote a bit about the broad idea-to-ao3 journey my fics usually take, and i’m always happy to go more in depth about outlining/drafting since i find it really interesting when i see other writers talk about it too 😊

i do outline, and often extensively—my outlines start out long and get longer as i go. usually my initial outline is a basic version of me telling myself the story; i have all the major beats in chronological order and all the random details/scene ideas i’ve already thought of while brainstorming. it’s very messy and often just for me, so i’m barely even using punctuation at that point. but by the time i start drafting i know where the fic ends, even if i don’t know the exact final scene/beat. for example, before i started even drafting chapter 1 of bbts i already knew what all the 5 + 1 scenarios were, when the identity reveal dropped (and didn’t drop), who the Big Bad was, and how that overarching plot connected to each scenario, so i was ready to start filling in the actual story details from there.

after that my outlines are constantly growing documents because i jump around and add things as i go, getting more detailed the closer i get to drafting—by the time i reach a scene to actually write it, it’s usually pretty well beated out for me. i zerodraft scenes right in the outline document, and then draft over those zerodrafts, so the outline eventually becomes the fic itself.

here are a few examples of what some bits of bbts chapter 4 looked like in the outline by the time i started drafting it vs. the final fic (also copied under the cut because they’re a bit long for alt text):

i don’t write every day (i wish!) but i do usually at least open the document every day or jot down ideas. especially in a mad scramble after i shower, because i always end up planning whole conversations/action sequences in my head while showering or brushing my teeth or otherwise doing something where i can’t reach for my phone immediately 😅 i tend to outline/zerodraft quickly but draft slowly (details always take so much longer than i expect), but i do write faster and faster the closer i get to finishing a chapter/fic.

also, i workshop a lot as i go! going to friends like “hey i’m trying to [hurt a character in a specific way] but having trouble blocking the scene. can anyone help me achieve this more practically” is one of my favorite parts of the process.

text for outline vs. final snippets:

original outline:

have you ever been?

hmm? yeah i, uh, studied abroad here for a bit.

ah. kon should’ve figured;

before he can feel too disappointed, though, tim flashes a small smile and says, never seen it from this angle, though.

final snippet:

“Have you ever been?” Kon asks.

“Hmm?” The mylar crinkles as Tim leans further. “Yeah I, uh, studied abroad here for a bit.”

“Ah.” Kon probably should’ve figured.

Before he can feel too disappointed, though, Tim flashes him another smile and says, “Never seen it from this angle, though. Plane windows don’t really do it justice.”

original outline:

tim and bruce talking, bruce is like, yes, it’s safer the less people know who we are, but it’s not just about that. i want you to have something to return to. i want your civilian identity to be a haven—i don’t want robin to define you. if you ever stop being robin, i want you to still be able to be tim.

also if bruce wayne is compromised, it compromises my ability to keep you safe. i want you to be safe. but i also have another reason. it’s selfish of me. if tim drake is compromised, it would be much harder to keep you here with me, as my family. as someone i can care for as bruce wayne. and i want to keep you, tim.

final snippet:

Bruce holds up a hand. “It’s not that. That is—yes, the less people who know, the safer we are. But I’m trying to say…it’s not just about that. I have trouble explaining this part; it always comes out wrong. I think the first time I tried was the first time Dick called me a despot, actually.” He snorts, quiet and wry. “I’ll try to do better this time. What it really comes down to is this: I want you to have something to return to. I want your civilian identity to be a haven—I don’t want Robin to define you. If you ever stop being Robin, I want you to still be able to be Tim. If Tim Drake is compromised, it’s harder for you to have that option. And if Bruce Wayne is compromised, too, it compromises my ability to keep you safe. I want you to be safe. But I also have another reason, and this is the selfish part. The part I couldn’t explain right last time. Which is: if Bruce Wayne were compromised, it would be much harder to keep you here with me, as someone I can help in all of your identities. As my family. Not impossible—I would never let it be impossible. But it would make it harder, and that’s what scares me, more than the rest of it combined. Because I want to keep you, Tim.”

original outline:

oh, tim says. no, that’s. it’s fine. i didn’t. doesn’t know what else to say. it’s just. i’m robin, there on the tip of his tongue. he can’t say it past the hot embarrassment clawing at his throat, pulsing behind his eyes. he summons his mother, summons brucie wayne, summons normal, boring, see-through tim drake, and manages a vacant smile

final snippet:

The words have sort of been washing over Tim like a tidal wave, but he recognizes that he’s probably supposed to respond in some way. “Oh,” he says. “No, that’s. It’s fine. I didn’t.”

He doesn’t know what else to say. His hand is still resting against the mask in his pocket, I’m Robin right there on the tip of his tongue, technically irrelevant to whether or not Kon wants to date Tim Drake. But he can’t say it past the hot embarrassment clawing at his throat, pulsing behind his eyes. He wants to ask for a minute to think, to turn around so Kon can’t see his face, and immediately feels even more humiliated for needing that. He should’ve known. He should’ve known.

“Tim?” Kon says quietly.

Tim draws in a long breath. Another. He summons his mother, summons Brucie Wayne, summons normal, boring, see-through Tim Drake, and manages a vacant smile. “It’s fine,” he says. “I get it. Thanks for being honest.”

[leiawritesstories]

I'm so happy for you, congrats🫶🫶🎉

This prompt: "I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

thank you so much 🥹🥹❤️ i ADORE this prompt

Word count: 1,154

Warnings: kids being uncontrollable as usual

enjoy!!

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"I'm home!" Aelin called, pressing the button to close the garage door as she stepped into the house. She kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief, set down her leather tote, and counted exactly eight seconds before two sets of little arms flung themselves around her legs and waist, two excited little voices squealing for Mama! "Hi, my loves," she laughed, ruffling her children's hair. "Let Mama actually get into the house before you tackle me, alright?"

"Tackle?" Brannon perked up, hearing his favorite word. At ten years old, he was just as sports-minded as all the other boys in his class, and he'd had to learn that if he wanted to tackle, he needed to be outside in the Whitethorn-Galathynius family's expansive backyard.

"Of course that's the only thing you hear," Aelin chuckled to herself. "Not literally, son," she told him. "I'm way too strong for you to tackle."

"Are not!" To prove his point, her son charged, barely able to latch his arms around her waist before she swept him up into her arms, tipped him over her shoulder, and carried him into the playroom.

He shrieked with laughter. "Okay! Okay Mama! You win!"

"That's right, B," she teased, squeezing him in a brief hug. "Hi, my boy. How was school--aaaaaand he's gone." She laughed to herself. "Boys."

"Hi Mama!" Seven-year-old Evie gleefully took Bran's place in Aelin's arms, snuggling herself up close against her mother.

"Hi, lovey," Aelin beamed, holding her younger daughter close. "How was your school day?"

"Good!" Evie's grin was a perfect replica of her mother's. "I got a gold star on my spellin' test, an' I pushed Timmy off the monkey bars!"

Aelin's shoulders shook with mirth. "Evalin, honey, haven't we talked about how you shouldn't push other kids on the playground?"

Evie shrugged. "He said Sana's bow was stupid."

"Hmm." Unable to resist her little mirror image, Aelin winked. "Well, I understand that, then. But next time he says something like that, you need to tell the teacher, okay?"

"Okay." Evie bobbed her curly blonde head. "Wanna see my gold star, Mama?"

"Of course I do!" Aelin let her small daughter lead her back out to the kitchen, where she found her eldest child sitting at the dining table, working on a set of math problems.

Evie tugged her past the table before she could stop and say hello. "C'mon, Mama!" Aelin followed her to the fridge, where her latest spelling test was stuck to the door with magnets. "Look!" Evie pointed proudly to the gold star adorning the top of the page.

"Well done, lovey!" Aelin gave her a high five. "You're way better at spelling than I ever was."

"Really?"

"Yep." She nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but I couldn't spell 'banana' the right way until I was Lana's age."

"And you still can't," Rowan teased, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear. "Hi, my love."

"Hi." She turned to face him and pressed her lips to his, earning a full set of disgusted noises from the children.

"Ugh, you guys! Gross!" Lana protested, throwing an eraser at Rowan's back. The oldest of the Whitethorn children, she was almost thirteen and growing up far too fast for Aelin and Rowan's liking.

"Just give it a few more years," Aelin whispered into Rowan's ear.

It was her husband's turn to shudder. "Don't remind me," he groaned.

She chuckled. "I won't. Not when you're cooking dinner, at least." Leaving one last kiss on the edge of his jaw, she went back into the dining room and sat down next to her oldest. "Hey, Lana."

"Hi, Mom." Lana was busy with her math homework, pencil scratching against the paper as she worked through a problem. Aelin could tell from the set of her daughter's jaw that she was stuck, so she waited quietly until Lana groaned and tossed her pencil down on the tabletop.

"This is stupid," she grumbled, scowling. "Stupid math. Why can't they just give us equations instead of stupid word problems?"

Aelin retrieved the pencil and placed it next to Lana's math book. "How far did you get?"

Grudgingly, Lana turned her paper so Aelin could see. "I literally don't even know." She pointed to the problem in the book. "I kinda get what it wants me to solve for, but it's not helpful at all with how to solve it."

"That's why it's called a problem, sweetheart." Aelin read the problem over a few times and looked over her daughter's work. "You've got it just about halfway solved, actually."

"No I don't! There's three variables, I only found one!" Lana was on the verge of wailing.

Aelin kept her voice calm. "Do you know how to use a system of equations?"

Slowly, Lana nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, good. Here." Aelin rewrote the two equations Lana had found using the variable she'd solved for. "Now can you substitute so there's only one variable?"

"Um..." Lana took the pencil back and scribbled. "Yeah! I can." As she grasped the problem, she wrote faster, until she'd solved for the second variable, plugged it into one of the equations, and found the third. "I did it!"

Aelin checked the math and nodded. "You did it!"

Unexpectedly, Lana got up and squished her mother into a hug that was all lanky limbs. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." Aelin smoothed Lana's messy, light blonde hair and let her go put her math book away, homework done for the night. She went back into the kitchen and took the stack of plates from Rowan's hands. "Let me."

He flashed her a grateful look. "Thanks, babe."

"Ewwwww," Lana grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she passed by.

"There's our almost teen," Rowan chuckled, fondly.

Aelin came over to get silverware. "Stop saying that, it makes me feel old as hell." She pressed her fingertips to his lips before he could make a smart remark about how she was old. "I know, I'm not twenty-two anymore, but neither are you, my love." She smirked. "You've always been old."

"Rude!" Checking to make sure the kids were far out of eyeshot, he flicked the dish towel at her, swiping it across her ass.

She flashed him a wicked grin. "Careful with that, old man. That's how we found ourselves in this situation in the first place."

His face flushed a delightful shade of scarlet and he coughed, choking on whatever he'd been about to say. "I love you so much," he wheezed, regaining his breath.

"I love you more." Silverware set, she slipped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulder. "I know we're already married, Ro, but I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

His deep green eyes went soft. "I'd marry you again every day, Fireheart."

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[bellarkeselection]

Kayce dutton x reader

Navy reader x war time

Kayce and reader service together reader shoots a kid is having trouble dealing with it

Years later they run into eachother in the states

When War Follows You Home

Moving down the hallway with my gun raised I had Kayce at my side. We were both assigned to the same mission. But what I saw in front of me would haunt me for the rest of my life. I froze not being able to pull the trigger and hurt the mother and daughter that were being held hostage by their own husband/father. "Kayce-" I cut myself short because hr pulled his trigger making them collapse dead burning the image into my memory.

Shooting upright in my bed I screamed grabbing the bedsheets in my fingers. Throwing my hair in front of my face my chest tightened during that time. Bending my head down in between my fingers I gasped. Fumbling for my phone on the nightstand I dialed the only person who would understand. "Kayce, I...I can't sleep."

"Neither can I, darling. Do you uh - want me to come over?" He croaked through the phone where I could tell he was crying.

The words flew out of my mouth. "Yes, please. I need you."

"I'm on my way then." He hung up the phone where I laid my phone down tossing the covers away. Sliding out of the bed I shrugged on one of my sweatshirts heading towards my front porch. Closing the front door I knew Kayce didn’t live very far from my place so I could just sit out and wait.

Kayce and I had joined the navy together. He went in to get money to feed his wife and son. But I wanted to fight for my country more than anything. Yet once we came home after that mission I didn’t realize that I had never been that rattled in my life. Leaning back in my swing I finally saw his truck pull into the driveway. “Y/n!” He called my name, shutting the door running up the stairs.

Flinging my arms around his neck I started sobbing into his light brown jacket. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. "I didn't know who else to call!"

"Hey, hey, I said you could always call me. But it's cold out, let's get you inside." He broke the hug barely to just open the door leading me to the living room couch.

He went into the kitchen while I sat down on the couch. Wrapping the blanket around myself tightly I hugged my legs up to my chest. "I just hate waking up like this. I have to…relive it all over again."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kayce came from the kitchen handing me a cup of warm milk.

He sat down across from me on the couch holding his own cup in his hands. "I'm not sure it would make me feel better. Does it you?"

"I don't really talk about it with anyone but you." He slumped his shoulders heavily.

This wasn't the first time that I had woken up like this. Kayce and I had done this same night for almost two years now. No matter how much our family's tried to help. They still couldn't understand the torture we dealt with. "Hmm…everytime the nightmare replays in my head. I…I lock onto the eight year old girl's eyes. She just looked so helpless…"

“I see their bodies collapse right in front of you. And I think what if I hadn’t done it-“ Kayce trailed off, beginning to cry wiping tears away with his jacket sleeve.

Reaching across I grabbed his freehand in mine where we met the others' gaze. “Kayce, don’t go there. We didn’t have a choice. They….they would have killed us.”

“But they killed our medic and captain. Either way I failed them. Now…I have to live with that.” He bent his head down sitting his cup on the table stomping over to stand in front of the window.

Sitting my cup down I sighed walking up behind him. “Kayce, the only way you and I can get through this is together.”

He clutched his hands into fists at his sides. He bent his head down croaking through tears. “It torture’s me, Y/n. It puts me in this type of darkness and I don’t feel like I can escape it.”

“Kayce, look at me.” I cupped his face in my hands making him look at me with those brown eyes. He sniffs alongside me when I almost couldn’t get the words out. “You aren’t alone in your nightmares. I feel everything you do….And I will always be there to help you through this…”

He collapsed against me where I grunted, leading him back onto the couch since I wasn’t as strong as he was. He death gripped my shirt in his hands sobbing. “Thank you, Y/n…I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to think about this alone. War may have followed us home…” I buried my face against his chest needing comfort from the cowboy too. Running my fingers through his hair he sighed in relief finding comfort from it. “But it won’t break us as long as we are there for one another.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[kimhargreeves]

Where is my Mind?-Jack Moore/Tyler Durden x Reader (Fight Club)

Summary: You and your co-worker have an odd relationship. A year after working at the same job as Jack you make your true feelings for him known on a cold winter night when you step into his apartment.

(Decided to write the name of Jack Moore since a still of the The Narrator's id was in the film, and it would've been strange for me to not mention his name. Hope this one shot is good too since I find it hard to write on The Narrator. Do hope it's true to his character. Please let me know if anyone wants a part 2.)

Based on the film 'Fight Club' from 1999

It's been a whole year since I started my new job at the office. Everyday was the same for me, wake up early, stay up till late at work, leave to my house, sleep and repeat the cycle over and over. Work had been extremely difficult especially at a place like this, providing for myself in this city wasn't what I had planned.

The nights would always be the same as well. Lonely and quiet. Sometimes I wish I had someone to stay with me or be in a relationship with someone, but work is impossible but I've tried my very best to balance my work and personal life.

I try to switch things up every now and then. Each week I would see my coworker come by himself and leave by himself. He barely spoke to anyone else, it was hard to get to know him at first when I didn't even know his name.

Slowly over time we would exchanged small talks, a few "How's your day been?" or any other jokes to try and get through the boring day.

About half a year went by until he would get used to my presence. He was a strange and quiet man keeping mostly everything to himself. Until one night we were one of the few left in the office and I walked up to him.

"It's been a rough day..why don't we go together and have dinner? My treat."

I boldly said when the man turned to look at me with a pen in his mouth. He said nothing for a moment, looking up and down at me until he agreed with a simple, "Okay."

That night we had dinner together, he barely spoke but was attentive on listening on my life story. I was worried though when it seemed that he was about to pass out from not sleeping at all.

Over time I got used to his odd ways, I would spot him sleeping every now and then. One night I insisted on making him something to eat, something that would make him feel better. The young man was reluctant to let me into his home, but he agreed.

"Your apartment is way nicer than mine." I said eyeing the place around and wondering how on earth he spent so much money on expensive furniture.

I followed him into the kitchen and told him to wait in the living room until I was done preparing food. I started off with s familiar recipe my family would make for me back in the day, I was nearly finished when I spoke his name.

"Jack? dinner's almost already." I called out and I peeked my head out and saw him asleep on the couch.

I stared at him surprised, he looked so peaceful sleeping. Quietly I went to retrieve a blanket and i placed it over him. I went to turn off the lights and switched over to the lamp next to the couch, so he could sleep better without s bright light over his face.

I turned off the stove and let the food cool off. I was wondering wether to leave him or stay until he woke up, I decided on the second option. I remained silent and went over to rest on the other couch next to him.

Jack Moore. Hmm…I couldn't help but stare at him as he slept. I found him kinda cute the first time I had met him, strange and odd but cute in his own way.

By the time Jack had woken up, he seemed very surprised to see me still in his apartment. He didn't question it, instead he asked if I had slept comfortably.

Jack was a cold man impossible to reach back then, over time he got used to me and we both formed an odd relationship.

That same night we slept together….

A sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship happened, whenever we would get stressed we would come over to each other's place. But things took a turn when I saw him talking to a woman once.

I walked over to his area at work and saw his writing something on a notebook before he quickly closed it when he saw me walking closer to him. "Hey, what's up?" He asked looking over at me.

"Seems like you've been avoiding me lately." I muttered looking back into his blue eyes.

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you mean, (Y/N)."

It's been a while since we've been intimate with each other. Since I was the one that didn't want to continue this since I knew our relationship would turn into a toxic one. Though, I decided to not mention the woman I've seen him talking to.

"I called out last night, and even arrived at your place." I remind him of the many calls I made. I was concerned for his well being since I would see him with bruised knuckles and cuts across his face and lips.

"I must've been sleeping. Surely it's nothing for you to get worried about."

I shook my head now stepping closer to him and grabbing a chair that was close to me. "You need to get some rest, Jack. I know you haven't been sleeping well again."

Jack looked away and shook his head only once. "I'll try to. Though it isn't a promise."

Those words were stuck in my head throughout the entire day. It was night time, it was freezing and it began to rain but I had a few errands to do before heading back to my place, it was Friday and I wanted to have at least a relaxing weekend.

Sleeping to the sound of rain would make this night even better once I'm at my place. The entire day my brain had only been focusing on one thing, one person and it is Jack.

One of the reasons I stopped sleeping with Jack was because I quickly grew to love him as a partner. But, I know he wouldn't be too committed on a serious relationship.

I just can't get him out of my mind. I must tell him how I feel today because if I don't then God knows what will happen.

I stopped when I reached Jack's home, I decided to stop by again and when I reached inside the building I knocked on the door. I hug my cost closer to myself trying to warm myself up.

I waited…and nothing.

"Jack?" I knocked again and pressed my ear against the door.

I heard footsteps approach and I turned around and gasp when I saw Jack all wounded, bloodied and bruised. I raced over to him and helped him up on his feet.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" He said but winced as he held onto his ribs.

"I've been worried sick about you. What's been up with you lately?" I huffed and opened the apartment door as we both stepped inside.

"Stay right there." I demanded when he sat down on the couch and I ran to get anything to help him clean his wounds and patch him up.

I ran over to his side again and sat down by his side and began to clean all the cuts he had on his face, seeing him like this made me panic and be scared for him. He had bloodied lips, his knuckles were sore with blood and purple bruised forming on them.

"What happened to you? Don't tell me you were robbed." I say staring at Jack. He chuckles as I clean his wounds and pressed an ice pack on the side of his face.

"I met someone, Tyler is his name. That's all I can say."

I tilt my head not fully understanding him. Is he some type of friend? "Well, whoever Tyler is, I don't like him. Did he do this to you?" I insisted but got no answer.

I huff under my breathe and got treat eyes seeing him like this. "Jack…" I grabbed hold of his hand and kissed his sore knuckles and looked into his eyes.

This isn't the Jack I first knew. Is this all my fault somehow? I looked around and noticed how surprisingly clean the apartment was, seems like he hadn't been in here for days.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, (Y/N). Just been getting into some action with Tyler. I've been living with him for a few days now." Even his tone of voice sounds different.

Almost like he's a different person.

"I'm sorry. I don't like seeing you like this.. I'm sorry if it feels like I've left you. Truth us..I care about you Jack, a lot..what I mean to say is that I've fallen in love with you." I whispered to afraid to look at him now

Instead of hoping for an answer I winced when I felt Jack's other hand grip the back of my head, making me stay in place.

"This thing that has been happening in my life will change the way we see things, (Y/N). I don't want you to get involved, but you'll soon realize what's to come. You're too good for a man like me."

I was a bit afraid to day the least. i had never seen Jack like this. I felt his grip loosen then this hand went to the back of my neck and to grasp my cheek.

"You met me at a very strange time in my life." He whispered looking at me.

I gasped when Jack reached to grab my face and began to kiss me roughly. I could taste the blood remaining on his lips and could feel how hot and aggressive he was becoming.

I wasn't planning on stopping by his place and getting it on with him as fast, I wanted this relationship to be slow, but I felt my stomach turn and my core ache when he began to shift closer to me and beginning to undo my coat.

Thought life is too short to be waiting. We never know how long we'll be with the person we love.

"I want you Jack…" I whispered against his lips and saw his eyes dilate. He looked at me with eyes full of lust.

I placed those thoughts aside and I reached up to grab his hair and pulled on it slightly making him lower myself onto the couch and I felt his hands beginning to lower down to my stomach….

[michirikapchiyyy]

hey wait a second. something's not adding up. in what universe do galahad and percival make out. what in hades.

OMGGG I FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT IT LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so

Percival and Galahad from arthurian legend do kiss in the Holy Grail quest! I worded it as making out as a joke, they don't make out-

BUT THEY DO KISS

It's meant to be a platonic kissy obvs similar to how in Kirby you kiss when healing but it does happen

The text is actually multiple, as there are so many versions of the grail quest itself

"When the two companions had tarried there until the hour of prime and had seen enough, they left and rode until they came to a forest.

Being about to enter it, Perceval said to Galahad: “To day we must separate and each go his own way. So I commend you to Our Lord’s keeping, and may He grant that we soon meet again. For I have never found a man whose company seemed so sweet and agreeable as yours; so this parting grieves me much more than you may suppose. Yet it must be so, since it pleases Our Lord.” When he removed his helmet, Galahad did the same, and they kissed at parting, for great was their love for one another: this appeared clearly in their death, for one barely survived the other."

The Quest of the Holy Grail W.W. Comfort's translation, page 220

You might find this kiss too in other more popular books such as Le Morte D'Arthur book XVII chapter XII

And there's other kiss later on in book XVII chapter XXII

If you pick up the physical book there might be a chance for the word to have been changed to "embrace", but some versions of it don't touch that word.

Ramble about the grail quest below, I finally have a perfect excuse to let out all my thoughts on the story and the grail knights hehehe

Percival and Galahad in general can switch to multiple dynamics based on authors, as arthurian legend is basically a bunch of people who inserted their knights ocs into this other story and then others recreated those oc's stories to make it cooler or fit in with those times. So Percival and Galahad can go from being the same person, friends, family and other things depending on what the author chooses. This applies to all characters in Arthurian Legend, there are no actual things set in stone. The canon is messy which is why sometimes u might see people hate a character but refer to it as "I hate Lanval's Guinevere" instead of the character as a whole because there are MULTIPLE versions of that character.

I'm gonna give a basic ramble about some of the story and show interactions I like between these two from multiple books after the ramble

HOWEVER I should warn and add a CW/TW that there's character death and implied su*cide (Galahad's death), the second one being more complicated due to how it's handled as Galahad wishes and asks for death and when it comes it's more of a "guys look he ascended he is now with Jesus Christ yippeee, what a cool act don't you wanna pray now" WHICH IS HMM KINDA BAD

I should also say that some parts of the Grial Quest are quite problematic as it puts down other religions and those who follow it as "sinners" or not worthy.

The grail has multiple interpretations as to why there has to be a quest for it, to spread religion, to heal the land and multiple others. Galahad is brought to the round table and does some cool stuff such as pulling out a sword from a stone similar to King Arthur and sitting on the Siege Perilous (a seat who kills anyone who sits there unless you are the chosen one). The Quest is related in some way to Joseph of Arimathea from the bible™ and in some interpretations the grail knights meet Jesus Christ himself. After achieving the grail Galahad asks God for death as he thinks he's lived long enough (he's like, VERY YOUNG??? AS IN HE IS KIND OF A LITERAL C H I L D??). Galahad seems to just inmediatly throw himself at objects that could kill him and is very careless which is kinda sad because even if he is supposed to be a character who we admire as God's knight he is also a kid who doesn't have the best parents and barely has friends, quite literally raised and born FOR the prophecy so it's no wonder he doesn't exactly know what to do after completing his "only purpose". I personally find the grail quest quite tragic, as I love Percival who's biggest dream was being a knight (he's also a babie™) and Galahad's death affects him enough to fully retire from it. Even if it's portrayed as him being "inspired" by Galahad's death enough to convert even more to religion. Not to mention he dies soon after anyways.

Now that u know some of it I can throw some interactions at full speed at you ohohoho SOME ARE ANGSTY OTHERS ARE CUTE AND FUNNY-

That's all tumblr is allowing me to show, also sorry Camachine for using your ask as an excuse to ramble about these two /lh. I'm big on Arthurian Legend and always wanted to ramble about it.

[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 13.

This is quite a heavy part which includes you being kicked out by your family, smoking but also mature scenes. So if you are affected by any of these things feel free to skip, I don’t mean to do any harm.

You went out to a nice restaurant with your family which isn’t usually the case but it was probably because you were 21.

Not long in the meal did your family notice the necklace and ring you were wearing as they are expensive.

“Where did you get the money to buy that from?”. Your mum asked.

“Oh…my girlfriend got it me”. You said anxiously, messing with the ring.

“You have a girlfriend?”.

“Yep”.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”.

“I’ve not really had chance”.

“What is she like?”. Your dad asked.

“Well she plays centre back”.

“Millie turner?”.

“No”. You laughed. “Maya le tissier”.

“Oh…her”.

There was an awkward silence.

“What’s wrong with that?”.

“She’s only just joined hasn’t she?”. Your dad asked.

“She’s been here for almost four months”.

You then noticed a notification flash up on your phone. It was Maya, Thank God.

‘How’s it going?’ - Maya.

‘Alright thanks, just told them about us.’ -You.

‘That’s good, how did they take it?’.

‘They were mostly surprised I think, but anyway what are you up to?’

‘Just thinking about you’.

‘Hopefully i’ll be back sooner than later’.

‘i can’t wait to see you again, in that dress’.

‘It may look nice but it’s starting to get a bit uncomfortable’.

‘I guess i’ll have to take it off you then’.

You heart started slightly racing at how flirty Maya was being, considering you were at a restaurant with your family their attention wasn’t on you, your parents were just talking about work and your younger siblings were just bickering at each other.

‘I guess you’ll have to wait and see’.

A smirk was displayed on your face however you were suddenly cut off by the waiter who was waiting for you to order. Your face started to flush embarrassed by your lack of concentration on where you were, as your mind took you places of what you wanted Maya to do to you.

Quickly hiding your phone, you said your order and was glad to watch the waiter walk away.

“Pass me your phone, I can’t believe how incredibly rude you are being, it’s your birthday and you are ignoring your family, we barely see you as it is”. Your mum said.

“Wait, i’m sorry I was just messaging a friend who wished me happy birthday”.

“Hmm okay, but you better be telling the truth”.

“Of course”.

You placed your phone down next to you sighing with relief.

“Do you have games on your phone?”. Your younger sibling asked, suddenly picking up your phone that was right next to them.

“No not anymore”.

A notification then chimed and you felt you were going to have a heart attack that very second.

“I wish I could feel you now”. Your sibling read aloud, confused.

You froze in place not daring to make eye contact with anyone. Taking your phone back you replied “Where did you get that from?”.

“Someone called Maya sent it you”.

“For fuck sake”. You whispered under your breath.

There was then a silence until your dad spoke up. “Y/n leave, I can’t stand you being here, you’ve ruined the meal for everyone”.

“No please i’m-“.

“I said leave”.

“I-i’m sorry”.

“You are not apart of this family any longer”.

“What?”. You said with tears burning in your eyes.

“You chose this way of life, you did this to yourself”.

“Mum please”. You cried. She hung her head low not saying a word, she couldn’t even look at you.

You found it hard to breathe, not believing what was happening right in front of you. Wiping your eyes you hoped you were dreaming. But you weren’t.

Drinks were then brought to your table, the worst timing in the world. You picked up your dad’s beer and practically ran out the restaurant to your car, choking on tears along the way.

As soon as you got in you downed the pint hoping it would take all the pain you were feeling, but that was impossible you needed something stronger. You looked around and noticed a worker having a smoke break. Cautiously you went up to him hoping he would give you a cigarette.

“Do you have any you could spare?”. You asked.

“Shit, you look like you need them more than me”. He replied.

“Rough night”.

He handed you a cigarette and lit it for you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No”. You replied, taking a puff. The last time you smoked was when you were 17 at a party and ended up becoming addicted for a few months before you had to give it up to focus on football properly. Shortly you felt your nerves slightly calm down.

“Actually i need to go back for my shift, you can keep my lighter and the rest, I have spares”.

“Okay thanks”. You replied, taking them off him.

“Hope your night gets better”.

“Cheers”. You said. He then walked back inside.

Finished with the first cigarette you put it out and tossed it in the bin. You made your way to your car lighting another then placed the rest in your glove box.

On your way back to Maya’s house still tears pouring down you face, now on the 3rd cigarette you questioned whether to actually go back. She couldn’t see you like this, but you had nowhere else to go.

You threw your last cigarette out your window before pulling up onto Maya’s drive. Sickness crept into your stomach at the thought of her even looking at the state of you, but it was too cold in the car to stay.

Knocking on the door you tried to wipe your eyes as much as possible but nothing could hide your puffy eyes.

“Y/n what happened?”. Maya asked in complete shock, you’ve never seen her this worried in your life.

You burst out crying again, unable to form any words. Hiding your face you walked past her to the lounge and slumped onto the couch. She walked in and sat down next to you placing a hand anxiously on your thigh.

“I-I’m dead to them”.

“To who?”.

“My family”.

“What…why?”. She replied in complete panic, tears also forming in her eyes.

“They told me to leave”. You said. Maya’s mouth hung open, finding it hard to process such information. “…and it’s my fault”.

“No, this is never your fault”. You shook your head in response. “What happened for them to do such a thing?”.

“They saw the…”.

“They saw what?”.

“I told them about how my apartment got robbed and they blamed it on my lifestyle choices, as in being with you”. You half lied.

“That makes no sense”.

“I know”. You sniffled, hiding your face.

She moved closer towards you attempting to comfort you. However you started coughing heavily due to the cigarettes.

“Have you been smoking?”. She asked, smelling the tobacco on your breath. You sheepishly nodded your head. “It’s okay, i just didn’t know you smoked”.

“I don’t”.

“Well, your final present was going to be finding out that we got the apartment, but that doesn’t even matter right now”.

“We did”. You replied, looking at her with excitement.

“Yes”. She smiled. You brought her into a hug now feeling slightly optimistic for the future.

“Please don’t leave me”. You sighed, rubbing her back.

“I won’t, you’re my family now”.

Pulling away you looked into her eyes. “I liked your text”. Her face then went slightly red. “I thought it would give you something to think about in case you had a bad night, but it’s not ideal now”.

“Why not?”. You said leaning towards her.

“Are you sure it’s what you want right now?”.

“I thought you wanted to feel me”. You whispered, repeating Maya’s message.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this am I?”. She chuckled.

“No”. You smirked.

“Do you want me to?”.

“Yes”.

She picked you up holding onto your thighs and made way to her bedroom. She then leant over you.

“Is this o-“. You cut her off strongly bringing your lips onto hers, instantly slipping your tongue in her throat, you put all your built up anger, sadness into that kiss.

She quickly unzipped your dress first knowing it gave you discomfort and it’s safe to say you were never going to wear it ever again. You wanted to forget about everything that had happened so she instantly went to where you wanted her the most, not wasting any time…

-

Now breathless you lay to the side of her, the pleasure just added to the chaos of emotions you couldn’t help but feel, which brought you to tears again.

“Did I do something wrong?”. Maya worriedly asked, turning to you.

“No”. You replied, still faced away from her. Her hand then brushed in between your hair, hoping it would give some comfort.

“I just can’t stop thinking about it”. Her hand then wrapped around you. “I’m sure they don’t mean i-“.

“They do”. You shouted. “My dad was clear”.

“Oh okay, sorry”. She replied. You turned towards her. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore”.

“We don’t have to talk at all”. She smirked.

[chalkrevelations]

No, so. I was going to spend tonight grubbing through episodes of Pete with a gun (fuck me running, how did I forget Pete’s THING about guns until literally right this minute?) because I have some half-formed thoughts about his trigger discipline and ... just, ANYWAY, that’s what I had planned for my spare time tonight. I’ll get to that at some point.

But then I got caught up in re-watching Eps 12 and 13 kind of obsessively, and my poor brain - which doesn’t know enough about the technical aspects of filming - is stuck trying to parse out WHAT THEY’RE DOING to Bible and Build and the ways that it makes them look different in various shots at different times. Like. OK, lemme be specific about what I’m thinking about, here: I know I’ve talked about Build looking otherworldly, just flat out ethereal, in the pill scene and the sex scene. And frankly, I think that extends, to some extent, from the moment Vegas walks into Torture Dungeon Main in the minor family house and Pete’s tied to the pillar (GOD, that staredown at the end of Ep 10, I CANNOT), up until Pete shows up at the major family house again in Ep 13. Like, ok, sure, Pete’s a good looking guy, fine, but the ENTIRE TIME Pete is held captive is the point when Build looks the hottest and the most gorgeous of any point in the show. And I feel like this happens with Bible too? But Bible also slides in and out of it throughout the course of that same time period - along with points at the other end of the spectrum, points when the Beast is fronting, points when Vegas is being particularly cruel or enraged and it shows, like the mask made real, overshadowing him, diminishing him as he lashes out and uses Pete to do it, and I look at him and can barely believe it’s the same actor - but I notice it particularly in that alley scene behind Yok’s bar: Vegas looks the hottest and the most gorgeous in that alley that he’s looked in a while ... OK, no. That’s not completely true, either. BUT, it goes to this theory that I have ...

Pete never looks more beautiful than when he’s VEGAS’S Pete, and Vegas never looks more beautiful than when he’s PETE’S Vegas.

And we see less of that with Vegas in the safehouse, because he’s not Pete’s yet, not fully, but he absolutely is in that alley. Even if Pete doesn’t want him anymore, Vegas, at that point, is going to be Pete’s until the day he dies.

And we see Pete that way from the end of Ep 10 onward - at least until he makes a run for it - because he’s already Vegas’s Pete as early as Torture Dungeon Main because even then, even then, he’s already allowing Vegas to see him in a way that he doesn’t show to anyone else.

And it’s not just something about the way they see each other, it’s something ... not meta-textual, but maybe omniscient narrator-like? something that the narrative itself is pushing on us ... because one of the key places that this view of Vegas’s Pete and Pete’s Vegas intersect to give us both of them at their most gorgeous at the same time is when they’re both alone and crying into their dinners in Ep 13, because that’s the point when Pete is Vegas’s Pete and Vegas is Pete’s Vegas, in a way that they maybe haven’t been at the same time since Ep 12′s sex scene. It’s just that BOTH of my idiot beloved moron broken sons have been too busy beating up on Pete since the sex scene to be able to be together at that point.

ANYWAY. I just can’t figure out what they’re doing when they shoot these scenes to make this distinction. Lighting? Filters? Hair and makeup? (Honestly that last part is likely part of it, because Pete’s disheveled hair, pushed back off his face, in most of the safehouse scenes looks SO MUCH better than his Bodyguard Hair ...

ETA: OTOH, hmm, maybe not entirely, because there are two points in Ep 7 that I’d argue we maybe get ExtraBeautiful!Pete despite the Bodyguard Hair: when he gives Vegas the onceover after Vegas whips out the Torture Suitcase AND when he’s standing over Vegas’s right shoulder while Vegas threatens Hia Wang through the cell bars later.)

Or am I crazy and just looking at them through my own personal filter of love and blood and heartbreak and devotion?

[lucan-multiverse]

cosmic sidestep - their multiverse part 13

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6a], [Part 6b], [Part 7], [Part 8], [Part 9], [Part 10], [Part 11], [Part 12]

Mason’s lungs barely twinge with discomfort despite the hours of exertion he pushes his body to endure. Sometimes his augmented, almost unlimited stamina is a blessing but sometimes, when he’s stuck in the confines of a metal box floating deep in the black, the urge to run and fight can’t be sated like he would like.

He’s rounding the corner to the science labs on his ninety-sixth lap when he almost bumps into Kate, narrowly catching her mug of steaming coffee in a biotic field a heartbeat before she wears it all over her uniform.

“Oh!” Kate exclaims, a delicate hand flying to her chest.

Mason winces. “Shit, sorry about that,” he says, plucking the mug out of the blue glowy air and discharging the energy field with a subtle pop. He holds the mug carefully and offers it with an apologetic tilt of his mouth towards the pretty doctor. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be up here at this time of night.”

Kate takes the mug from him with her flesh hand. Her bionic limb remains limp at her side. Damn Alliance. Cerberus might have been evil incarnate but they knew how to make good biotech and Mason hates seeing her with anything less than the best.

“Your heightened phoenix senses didn’t warn you?” she asks dryly, eying him with a subtle wariness.

Mason forces a chuckle. “I’ve been tuning them out,” he says with a simple shrug. “I have to in this close proximity with two hundred other bodies or I’ll go insane.”

The doctor looks thoughtful.

“Hmm, I wonder if there is a work around for that.”

“No,” Mason shakes his head, already noticing the faraway look in her eye that denotes the fact she’s already mentally sifting through her notes on his augments in her always busy mind. “That wasn’t a request or a complaint. I’m used to it now.”

He tilts his head, noting the dark shadows under her eyes. She hasn’t been sleeping. “Why are you still up, doc?”

She stares into her mug, almost guiltily, before she finally raises her gaze to him. “Bad dreams.” She pauses and then reconsiders her words. “No. Bad isn’t the right word. Maybe just… vivid?”

Mason raises an eyebrow. He’d once thought that his connection to Kate had been born of a shared world, a shared continent but now after meeting Luc he knows it’s more.

In another life, they grew up together.

They haven’t talked much about it. Snippets gleaned from Luc make them both feel faintly awkward. It’s been hard enough adjusting to knowing the love of all his lifetimes has been under his nose all along and he hadn’t even realised. To discover family too… It still makes his chest ache with the sense he's missed out on something important.

“What are you dreaming about?” he asks instead.

Kate quickly looks embarrassed, ducking her head and letting her chestnut brown waves fall over her face before she anxiously tucks them back behind her ears. Her hazel eyes dart everywhere but at him as she performs the movement.

“Oh. It’s… It’s nothing. Silly, really.”

“I don’t think it is. Do you want to talk about it?” Mason pauses and a replay flashes in his mind of his own odd dreams – dreams of wide open sunlit fields, a swollen stomach, long dark hair in waves down his back. Breasts.

The one constant in every dream had been Isaac, younger, brighter and with more stripes on his epaulettes than Mason had ever seen on him.

It made no sense.

“I’ve been having them too," he confesses quietly. "If it helps."

Kate’s head snaps up sharply. “What… What do you mean?”

Mason rubs the back of his neck absently, a mindless tick he had trained himself to use to appear more human amongst the Berlin's crew. “The dreams. Only I’m not sure they’re dreams. Either that, or my subconscious is damn confused.”

Kate blinks with obvious confusion. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Mason smiles ruefully. “I’m not sure I do either. But I’ll share with you mine if you share with me yours?”

Kate’s answering smile is small, but relaxed as she inclines her head and waves a hand towards her lab. “Why not? It doesn't look like either of us will be getting any sleep tonight."

--

The call comes over the comm barely an hour after Mason had slipped into his quarters and taken him in his arms. Isaac welcomed his late arrival without question, turning into the phoenix without even coming fully awake. It surprised him how quickly he was becoming used to the Phoenix, taking for granted that at some point during the long night cycles, Mason would find his way into his bed and claim him with his phoenix mouth, his phoenix touch. The delicious ways he was able to coax climax after climax out of the captain’s often exhausted body.

Isaac hadn’t seen this much action between the sheets in… ever.

“Captain,” the voice comes, cutting through his warm, sated slumber and waking him up without any gentleness. “You’re needed on the bridge.”

Isaac sighs, fumbling to respond even as the phoenix’s warm palm falls to his hip, almost as though he wants to hold Isaac in place. He doesn’t want to move but duty is duty, although lately, it's becoming easier to lean on the team around him. It wasn't selfish, he tells himself. He's earned this right.

“Can’t Burgaw handle it?”

Mason’s eyes glow approvingly in the 5% lighting in the cabin.

“No, sir,” the voice comes again. It’s apologetic this time at least. And clearly anxious. “You need to see this."

Isaac swallows back a sigh. "What is it? Reapers?"

"No, sir. It's..."

"Spit it out, son."

"Another ship, captain. Another ship seems to have come out of the rift-“

Isaac and Mason are both on their feet as soon as the words reach their ears and Isaac’s heart pounds with the possibilities.

“Have you called Luc? Has he identified it?”

“No, sir. We… were waiting for you.”

“I’m on my way.”

[unohanabbygirl]

Loved the new chapter! Jace is really pushing at the boundaries for Luke and I hope Joff is okay. I got to say that the first part with Luke and Owen was disgusting and also heartbreaking. Luke was just trying to find a flicker of happiness in his traumatic life, it’s understandable why he went down the path with Owen. Can’t wait to see how that little revelation plays out with Aemond.

Got a few questions here. How did everyone react to the histories of what Aemond said to Luke at Storm’s End? How aware are the family and Brienne of each other in reincarnation terms? Despite the shitty hand he was dealt with in his new life, how is Luke gonna feel that his old life ultimately led up to being a spark that ignited a war?

Thank you babes!

The Omen scene was pretty heavy for me to write out just as any scene that has to do with abuse/SA, so I’m glad it paid off as making readers uncomfortable during these scenes is always my goal. We’re supposed to feel slimy and icky during these moments. Our discomfort is only a sliver of what Luke’s been through, a true look into a world that certain forms of media either romanticize or undermine just how horrid these stories really are.

Omen and his bio mom are two of the biggest monsters Luke’s ever faced. In his mind their betrayal and abuse was worse than anything some random shitty foster parent or pedo looking to get off could ever put him through. It’s not even about the physical or mental aspect, but how Omen broke him emotionally. Got him to share secrets, hopes, and fears he’s always kept locked away as the things that were most precious to him, something that couldn’t be stolen only to use those secrets as leverage. Aemond will definitely need to physically been peeled off of Owen for taking these things he knows mean so much to Luke as only to throw them back in his face. We might even see that thousand year old blood lust make an appearance once time comes 👀

I love questions. Lets go!

. 1 - Hmm, there are three categories I split their reactions into; #1 those who actually think it’s embarrassing because he sounded like an elementary school boy with big crush who keeps pulling on a girls ponytail to get her attention. #2 those who wanted to beat him black and blue. #3 those who feel bad because its so obvious he just wanted to be seen and was suffering from a lot of inner demons.

Of course Aegon and Daemon fall into the first category seeing as these two have always known about Aemond’s fascination with Luke. Everyone else except Alicent and Helaena (who are in cat 3) fall into category two. Jace being one of few who’s actually made good on his desire to whoop Aemond’s ass.

Alicent and Helaena have always been both his biggest defenders and his the few who actually understand him. They see his goading as a way to be recognized as they remember how upset he was that Luke barely paid him any mind during the blacks return to the keep before dinner. To them, his cruel words were to be expected. Though they don’t agree with the weird bits about Rhaenyra being a whore because…yea. He has some odd quotes about his sister.

.2 - They aren’t aware of who one another truly are at all which is one of my favorite parts about this. Everyone is so caught up in their own stories that they never actually take the time to wonder if people in their day to day lives are reincarnated folk from different time periods regardless of how obvious it may be to us on the outside,

Now, do people entertain the idea? Definitely. I’d be lying if I said that Jace wouldn’t kill to meet Jon Snow and talk to him about how he overcame that feeling of needing to constantly prove himself in the face of his bastardy. But he doesn’t entertain the possibility because the idea that not only those from his time, but those who lived hundreds of years after his death came back as well is a bit too good to be true. Though if anyone was able to put two and two together it would probably be Egg.

.3 - Luke will definitely feel that he’s the reason for his families downfall. Not only because he’s lived these past 17 years continuously blaming himself for every bad card he’s been dealt, but that his old self-loathing and low self-esteem is making a bit of a comeback. These two personalities which are both filled with such a low self-image and feelings of unworthiness clashing together is a recipe for disaster.

[writernotyetauthor]

WIP tag game

thank ye @council-of-beetroot for tagging me :> Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The Amber Necklace: a deep dive into a headcanon of mine where Lithuania wears an old amber necklace every day (alongside some others too). Gonna span snippets of time from the marriage day of Jadwiga and Jogaila, to the fall of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth, imperialist rule, time in America, back to soviet rule, and present day-ish. As I read this summary I realize it’s gotten a little more involved than it was in its beginning 😅. I meant to write this one first; now instead it feels like I’m working backwards through character development in my other fics whoops.

prussia gets a hug and a party: a less angsty oneshot I worked on to procrastinate writing for Nuclear Family, will likely be posted after NF is finished. Prussia returns to Berlin over the wall and finally learns what’s been going on with his people, and his family.

Hmm: this title is the equivalent of seeing a saved blank canvas on a digital art program iykyk. America & Lithuania centered.

Prussia strongest/weakest script: half baked script of a comic where prussia answers questions about his strongest and weakest moment.

snoozing: there’s like half a sentence in this one lol. Supposed to be Finland & denmark snoozing together during wartime.

Nightmare Before Christmas AU: bare bones list of characters for my… nightmare before Christmas (ish) AU

I don’t know very many writers on here that weren’t tagged in the first one so ;;; @slowrites @samrut and anyone else who is desperate to talk about their WIPs and need an excuse to. Do it. Do it.

[pitynostars]

rewatching PotD properly let's gooo

"is there anyone out there" "yes." This was hot

"what am I doing, I've got a date to get to" is Dan talking ABT Diane ???

The idea of doing an EP about just the cyber TLs would be so interesting imo ajdkkfdjks... Like they're not converted humans but that's their whole deal usually so like....

"don't get shot" *Dan gets shot* prime comedy

"don't lose my sonic" patronising 13 i hate u

Did anyone else expect Dan to turn evil here the way he hesitated over the controls? XD

The alien shows them what they want right ???? Why does the doctor see a random kid?

"I'm the doctor I'm going to protect you" "the doctor lies" lmao

Ive seen people say like. The train CGI the painting CGI is rlly bad but honestly I can never notice but I don't rlly have eyes for that sort of thing

Ace and Tegan Skype friends <3 the ending should have been like this w all the companions where they're all just swapping adventure stories rather than the support group thing

"should we pick u up again in 24hrs" so Dan is on and off the TARDIS at this point ??? Having dates ??? Assuming w Diane but the only person we see him w in the rest of te EP is Graham so I mean....

"Yaz u and I can see where the cyber masters took that child" so... Yaz saw it as a kid too? Did I mishear the line ABT it looking how u want

"it's not my life" hmm I buy that BC we saw his life before of pretending to b the museum guide and helping out at the food bank and stuff he's a community guyTM sure hate that this is so weirdly rushed less i guess "I can attack it now because I've been with you" I buy less lmao... He's had no growth at all??? Also the way it's framed like he's talking to the doc is so odd when he spent more time w Yaz (unless they've been travelling for more than 3 years ???)

The doctor saying "homes important" just makes me HOWL tho ngl

"I'll b kipping on mum and dads sofa tonight" .... Where have u been sleeping all the other 24 hr breaks youve appaz been dropped off for ???

"not one for goodbyes" idk I buy that w 13 we saw the whole "one happy one sad" the hug goodbye for Ryan and graham

...so why can't 13 tell yaz about this traitor dalek??

also the concept of a dalek realising theyve strayed from their og mission does actually kind of slap but we did just see daleks v daleks in revolution so i'm glad this wasnt the main plot again

sacha dhawans acting<3<3

the scene where he looks in the tsarina (?)'s eyes and he's like "are my eyes not full of certainty" and u see him reflected in her eyes.... SICK. have they mentioned the master is kind of hypnotic yet in this era before this?

where are the dhawan telling the tsar to take a holiday vs donna telling caecilius and family to take a holiday in pompeii parallels.

are they saying dhawan master replaced rasputin nd made an alt universe with this cyberplanet in the sky? or is there some historical note about there being something in the sky at that time (?)

i love that the doctor and yaz both barely react to the hahahahahhaha tardis there's no like. wtf. moment they just head straight in.

i think it would have been sweet for 13 to stroke one of its panels and be like "oh shes not mine." nodding to that theyre telepathic!! but we seem to have forgotten that this era 😔.... i feel this generally in this era the relationship between the doctor and the tardis has been lacking actually like apart from ghost monument and spyfall we barely see them interact... i know its not always a Thing but man i loved 11 & the tardis' relationship so much i'd love to see a writer feature it more again 🥺

ive seen some people claiming yaz reads gallifreyan off the screen in the tardis. that would be cool but 100% you can recognise readings u can tell what data/readings are without labels necessarily like i can go into a car and look at a speedo and i dont need numbers on it to know what the readings mean yk?? either way it does speak a lot to teh familiarity she's got with the tardis and i <3<3 ... yaz and the tardis' growth is fun to think about. do you think she was grumpy that yaz was hanging out with the other tardis on earth in revolution ? XD

DOCTOR: Ah, there's a rudimentary cloaking shield in operation. Soon fix that. The Cybermen have tethered that child into this planet. It was registering as an energy source.

YASMIN: How is that child an energy source?

DOCTOR: Wait, there's more layers to the shield. Oh, not just cloaking. It's a consciousness shield! A creature trying to evade capture, hiding behind a visual projection shield, and this one shows us what we instinctively want to protect, as a defence.

Help me out here. Are they saying that the Qurunx also set up the cloaking ??? or that the cybermen cloaked it and it also put up the consciousness shield? ? or was it all the cybermen?? why would it need both?

also the idea of it showing what you want to protect -- do yaz and the doctor and dan ALL just happen to see a child in this situation then ??

"is this planet your doing?" doctor you literally saw the cybermen kidnap the qurunx to bring here 😭😭😭... YOU FOLLOWED THEM HERE

just once i'd like the "your master awaits" to be subverted/mirrored with "your doctor awaits" ...... the "this country needs a doctor" line is hot but its not the SAME.

"have you got any idea whats going on in outspace in 1916 rn" "strangely enuf. no" this line always gets me aklsjflk i love kate

"I'm Yaz. The only one here who doesn't really know what's going on" sorry babe that's your whole character

MANDIP INVENTING ACTING

i am once again asking ok these paintings got "defaced" so its not an alt timeline??????????? they never fixed this in the end right ??????? sweats. so rasputin was teh master alll along historically (?)... and he jst put himself in paintings in modern day ?? but then the dr says "some people think you're rasputin" ?????

"this is the day youre erased from existence forever" .... how does turning into her erase her from existence 😭

dhawan inventing acting

i still dont understand why this "give her a gun" moment is in there.

wait what happens to vinder in the end??? his ships broken

"you'll feel safer with me in the building" LMAO

"she really doens't want us back in there" and then yaz just drops her home w no goodbye to the doctor coolcoolcoolcoool

ok but why did the master clone ashad specifically what difference does he make over like. any cyberman/cyberleader??

love the russian doll cyberman lmaoooo... reminds me of that arc thing from doomsday/aog... TIME LORD TECH

if i had a penny for every time the doctor is forced into one of their enemies only for it to be purely for transport i'd have 2 pennies which isn't a lot but its a bit funny it happens twice

i love the rasputin moment but i dont rlly get the lead in ngl 😭 hes just like k time for my dance number mid speech. which i suppose like. in character XD

sacha dhawan in thirteens outfit.... i'm bisexual<3 i need to get my ears pierced

"Don't… don't… don't worry. You'll get used to me. Everyone will. I still need a companion to ask and… bask in my brilliance. Come on, Yaz. Let's go on an adventure! Don't make me ask twice. I'd hate to have to bring you down to size." /

"Come on, Yaz! Let's save a civilisation! Let's correct history! Rescue a sick animal! These yours? Oh, bless. Ow! What was that? Some sort of dirty protest? Unless you want to be consigned down a black hole for eternity, you'd better behave! I am the Doctor, and you will obey me." snapping in yaz's face "I AM THE DOCTOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

-> this would have hit soo different if this actually was the doctor i would HAVE LOVEDDDD it. first time watching i honetsly thought this was still the doctor and the tardis was reacting like that bc the regeneration was so unnatural (like the way she reacted to jack in utopia) but no 😔

mandip inventing acting<3

"very 80s" "thanks!" LMAO

"gold star and a sticker" u r sick

the random news drone on top of a random 2 planets is so.... ??? i feel like a lot of this was cut somehow aslkfjklgds..

also where's the awkward cut scene of yaz standing around while the master's in the wardrobe picking his outfit aksfjgdlkf

[plays the recorder on a burning mushroom planet] king shit

"quite the strength of character this incarnation" "DOCTOR 6: Our predicament! This is supposed to be handed over. You can't ruin it for the next one. / DOCTOR 5: And you were doing so well." i hateee these bits so much its SO patronising

"i dont do robes" lmao

why is whittaker in the reversed robe/the robe they used for time here hm

the hologram i do like as an idea tbf especially as we've seen the basic version w 9 and 11 and whatnot so her developing it to be more ai is rlly fun ... especially after she saw how handy having three of her in diff places was in flux lmaoooo

"it should only activate under the gravest circumstances. Like if I'm no longer around. Now, that would be disastrous. But I will have very subtly inserted a sonically triggered nano-implant under your skin and passed it off as static electricity. f I remember to do that. I must remember to do that." -- so either 13 has only just finished the hologram ai before this ep OR she KNOWS shes about to walk into some Real ShitTM and takes precautions akjfgldf.....

"HOLO-DOCTOR: Whoa! The emotional receptors on the AI are a bit oversensitive. Apparently, you're annoyed with me? Apparently, I should apologise for something?" this is so fucking funny because it comes across literally just like thirteen was she is always this fucking mean and patronising and borderline manipulative lmao its so askjdfglkdf......... blame it on the emotional receptors being oversensitive sure 🙄

i reiterate my point that most of the things/wins we get are done by the hologram dr, yaz is STILL asking the doc for validation even when shes a hologram 😔

"can't hurt the feelings of a hologram" SHE JUST TOLD U SHE WAS AI. watching this after measure of a man is like. HELLO.

"yeah well i didnt" [tosses bag] I LOVE TEGAN

they cld have mentioned nyssa in this rant tho fr

"i'll distract the cybermen" "how are you gonna do that" [cuts to screaming] hELP ASKFJDGLF... THE COMEDY IN THIS EP IS SO

the shot of ace falling into the console room is so fun actually <3

dhawan hood up<3<3

vinder no idea who the doctor is or their history w the doctor or yaz in this ep is. q funny to me.

"YASMIN: I'm sorry. / MASTER: Are you? Truly?/ YASMIN: Came back, didn't I? / MASTER: We could have fun, you know? I am fun. Different type of fun, but fun. We could travel. You'll see. "

i am once again saying i wish we got dhawan!doctor fr with this vibe

the touch of the ai mirroring the companions emotions is cute but i do still kinda wish we'd got whittaker to do these scenes fully

god i want ace and bill to meet actually

"the joy is to watch them fly" 😭😭😭

"former bus driver" is such a funny thing for graham to think when introducing himself

"wanna see how i dealt with them in 1963?" i'm kissing you on the lips

kate sacrificing herself is so<3<3 redgraves acting here is sooooo

jasfkdj tegan slipping on the ladder... is this a ryan reference or is that purely for plot convenienceTM

if the daleks plan is to destroy the planet through volcanoes then who do the cybermen have left to convert .....😭

wait the tardis in this shot LOOKS SO BAD i never notice cgi and whatnot idc but like LITERALLY THATS OBVIOUSLY A BOX WITH THE BACKGROUND PAINTED IN 😭

jo martin my beloved<3 god i wish she got more to do

vinder shooting the master is sooo<3 king

yazs speech about friendship and love got me actually.

i reiterate its the hologram telling yaz what to do this isnt her win wholly and that frustrates me so much 😭...

also how do the daleks and cybermen and master and vinder SEE ruths hologram when the doctor didnt plant the ai in them ?????? the whole static thing was the flag hello ??

"dont let me go back to being me" pleaseeee

"where there's hope..." YOU DIDNT FINISH THAT. THERES WHAT.

[kl125]

I have to say I was a bit annoyed by Jonathan in vol 2. He didn't even hug El and he kept staring at Mike like he was about to shoot him. I can understand him being protective over Will, but Mike has a huge crush on El and couldn't think of anything other than her safety and that he just wanted to be with her. He just didn't check that Will was actually talking about himself and not about El. It's just like that sometimes, but even if it were, it wouldn't change anything about his feelings for El. Besides, he would never see Will as a freak or anything. He would never want to hurt him on purpose. Jonathan is so dramatic.

Hmm…this is a very interesting take. Personally, I didn’t read Jonathan’s scenes in Vol. 2 in quite this way, but that’s the beauty of art being completely subjective. People can have vastly different interpretations on the same scenes, and I’m the kind of person who enjoys hearing all of the perspectives. This does make me see a different side of Jonathan’s journey, so allow me to share some of my thoughts, while taking this viewpoint into account, and then we can both come to our own conclusions. Here’s a “Keep reading”, just for you!

First off, I agree with you that Jonathan was a bit odd for me this season. Not bad, in fact I enjoyed exploring this new aspect of his character, but there’s definitely something going on internally that I’m sure we’ll get into more in Season Five. I really want them to explore why he continues lying to Nancy about the college letter, and how being Will’s surrogate father figure has influenced his choices.

As for the reunion in Chapter Eight, I think some of this was due to time constraints/directing choices. It made more sense for El to hug Mike and Will in that moment, because she’s so closely bonded with the two of them, and Jonathan’s in big brother™️ mode, so he brings them back to reality. It would have been nice for a hug between them, but I understand why that wasn’t prioritized. Mike is the love of her life, and Will is a kindred spirit/her step-brother. Plus, she took that opportunity to finally rid herself of Papa’s influence. (Side Note: if anyone wants to send me an ask about Millie’s scene with Matthew there, I have lots of thoughts to share. My favorite Millie moment by far.)

Jonathan is her step-brother, too, and he cares for her as much as he cares for Will and Joyce, but it’s obvious that over the last six months, El and Will have grown much closer to each other than El and Jonathan have.

Jonathan has always had to be the dad for Will, and it uses up a lot of his energy. He barely has time to be his own person, because his whole life revolves around Will and Joyce. He can’t even consider going to the college of his choice, because he thinks his family needs him.

In the van, he’s extremely concerned for Will, especially since he knows exactly who Will was really talking about in his speech about the painting. Charlie does have a slightly annoyed expression when looking at Will and Mike in the mirror, which can absolutely be read as disdain for Mike for not noticing Will crying, but I think it’s also annoyance at himself for not realizing it sooner, and for not being able to comfort Will in that moment. Jonathan has spent the better part of six months self-medicating with weed and wallowing in self-pity, so he’s been completely blind to everything Will has been going through.

Here’s Will, pouring his heart out, but doing it under the guise of what El thinks. It’s as if he’s yelling and whispering at the same time. He is purposefully making it hard for Mike to see the truth, because he knows what Mike needs to hear in that moment. Then, after all is said and done, Will physically turns away to cry, so that Mike won’t see him. It’s one of the most mature, selfless moments we’ve seen of Will in the show, played to absolute perfection by Noah. I honestly adore Will as a character. He’s been one of my favorites since Season One. Of course we want Mike to see Will’s reaction, and to offer solace, but he isn’t totally to blame when Will is hiding himself away.

But Jonathan has consistently been able to see right through Will’s façade. He knows that Will thinks of himself as a freak and a mistake, and as we find out later, he knows why, too.

Also, yes. Jonathan is dramatic, but he’s always been. Like, when he told the story of Nancy’s inevitable future in Season One, or when he complained every time Nancy walked into the dark room at the Hawkins Post, or when he panics at the junkyard with Argyle talking about college. He’s very expressive, contrasting heavily with Will’s more closed-off, ��gotta put on a brave face” persona.

Sorry this is a little long, but I had a lot to say. In conclusion, I don’t think Jonathan is mad at Mike as much as he’s mad that Will feels like he can’t be who he really is, and that Will feels like a mistake, because that’s the farthest thing from the truth. Jonathan probably wanted so badly to yell about how wrong Will is, but seeing how Will tried his hardest to hide the truth, all he can do is watch.

Hope that makes sense! Thanks for the ask!

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

How many people have you liked this year? It is 10 days into the new year so 0 haha

How many pills do you take a day? One

Do you have any celebrity crushes? Ofc

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Be able to speak every language ever - or if it's the traditional superpowers time travel.

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? On the side 100%

Where did you last sleep other than your house? My family home for christmas

Where did you get your last bruise from? banging into the cabinet under my desk while swinging on my chair

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? Sure

Ever worn something of the opposite sex’s clothing? Always

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Hmm I don't know if I'm that interesting and mysterious for secrets haha

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo? CD? Probably a musical.

How many email accounts do you have? 4

Who is the best cook in your family? My parents have different strengths so I can't say

Which baby animal is your favourite? Seal pup

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? nope.

When is the last time you went to a carnival? Have I ever? Not sure

Do you have a favourite glass, cup, or mug? Yeah TS mug

What branch of science interests you the most? Marine biology

Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes

Twitter or Tumblr? Twitter now I know how to work it

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No.

Favorite YouTuber? I suppose Cody and Noel

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? Hmm I don't think so or at least not overtly.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? Nope

Do you have any gay family members? Not that I know of

Was your first kiss romantic? Yep

What are you most likely to go to jail for? Probs money laundering

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? Probably when my auntie came to stay last year.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? How is that working out for them

How many people has your best friend had sex with? Unsure, however many she wants

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? over 2 years ago

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody? nope

What were you for Halloween last year? myself, that's the true horror

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face? ofc

Have you ever been to Texas? Nope.

Do your siblings text you? not really

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? ofc

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual? yep

Who is your ex dating/talking to? No idea and don't care to know

Who did you last pinky promise with? it has been a decade since I pinky promised

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? nope

What happened at the last party you went to? Decided to sleep over but no room at the house and my friends and I were freezing on the floor so I got an uber to another one of my friends and it was a nightmare I was so tired.

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? For sure

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong? I had a sore throat the other day but it has subsided.

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? I think Edie or Abigail and nope

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift? my mother got me some glasses when I got my eyes tested if that counts haha

What color is your jewelry box? purple

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? don't use fb anymore

What is your brother/sister’s favourite food? yikes I don't know

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? What flavour is it? Nope :(

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most? I barely understand me lol I would not expect someone else to haha

Are you afraid of losing the person you like right now? No one on my mind like that so I'm safe for now

Does anyone know your Facebook password? Don't think so

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nope

Do you enjoy being outdoors? I do.

How many times have you been to a zoo? Handful of times, no more than 10 in my lifetime

What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? They're probs some things about my family that I won't talk about