#someone said they like how i drew the hair and I am happy about that so I did this

[arom-antix]

Happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend, trophy husband of Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov!

[s2pdoktopus]

Badly drawn redraw and my stubborn rejection of Ran's hair

To those who might wonder how it'll work :)

Say no to teleporting horns!

And Aoko, cause my sister asked XD

There's really no need to logic her hair.

[nkogneatho]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

°🖇᭡ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

—cw: fem!reader, mention of childhood trauma, female masturbation, fingering, cum slurping, clit slapping, edging, nicknames (princess), reader cries from the edging.

—a/n: i was supposed to post this two days ago but tumblr took away my access. but no one can stop me and i am back so i hope you enjoy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFIE. please stay tuned for other fics in the mlist.

In a city like Tokyo, the setting sun arrives with a bustling crowd of people filling the streets. Some for food. Some for a stroll. Many traveling back home from their office. Although you will always catch drunkards putting up a fight, something that happens almost everyday. The whole place swamped, and the noise is almost suffocating.

You disliked the evenings. Someone who grew up between constant quarrels, the yelling triggered the worst fears in you. This is why your husband bought a penthouse in the most peaceful place of Tokyo. On the outskirts of the city, where evenings brought silence. Only gusts of summer wind and the night, crickets and cicadas chirping. But this evening, the cicadas could be barely heard, overpowered by your whimpers.

"Toru," you cried. Your limbs were splayed out on the bed with the white haired man watching. Amusement masked his face.

"C'mon, princess. i know you can do it." His voice is deep yet so sweet. He usually talks in a higher pitch with others, a part of his personality perhaps that comes with his sarcastic attitude. But with you? It's much more gentle. Much lower until it pulls you down with itself. Until you forget that there's anyone else in this world.

"Toru, please. ah! c-can't reach. hel—help me." your managed to speak between hiccups. Although, it didn't seem like your husband was done playing with you. Your fingers pumping your hole, but couldn't reach where you wanted them to.

The mattress dipped a little when he settled on the edge of the bed. He watched your cunt getting played from a better angle now. It was so embarrassing to have him gaze at the most sacred part of you like he's a lustful notorious god and you were the source of his usual entertainment. Like you were the human he eanted to toy with to give humanity another lesson. The long fingers you were whimpering about drew rivers as they crawled up from your feet to your inner thighs, pussy still crying for his touch.

"I'll help you a little since you're cries are so beautiful, sweetheart."

He seized the white lace hanging low from your vanity, and started brushing it against your skin. You squirmed in the anticipation. The lace was soon held at each end by his fingers and placed on top of your wet slick. He started pulling them alternatively to create friction. The satin touch on your clit made it throb and you whined, grinding against the soft, silky fabric. Soon, he didn't even have to move the lace, you were helping yourself.

"mhm...mhmm fuck...need more, toru," you moaned. Satoru took the lace of your clit, depriving you of the sweet release.

"Look at this, princess. You're so wet, your juices dripped down from the ribbon to my hand." You glanced and it was true. The white satin was damp grey now with trails of wetness on his fingers.

Satoru discarded the lace and sat in front of your pussy. He unbuckled his belt but didn't pull his pants down. Guess we was just getting comfortable for what he was about to do. He bent until he could clearly see your hole pushing out your juices, almost like it was crying.

"Look at her crying for attention, princess. She's so much like you." You faced away from him. You were not sure how to look him in the eye after what he just said. He chuckled because he found you cute.

Satoru turned your face back to him and you watched as he suckled on his finger, pulling them out and spitting on it. His another hand moved away from your cheeks and focused on your pussy as it parted the lips. Toru blew cold air that kissed your wetness, teasing you. He pushed his saliva wet digits in you and you finally moaned in satisfaction.

"ah! fuck—finally."

Because he knew he reached parts of you, you never can. He fingers you open like a tangerine. The bed of his fingertips rubbing the thousand nerves in you, just like the tiny vesicles of the fruit. His long fingers stroke your velvety walls like bruising the skin of a tangerine. He pushes it in and out until you're completely juiced. Until the bed is citrus, and his fingers sweet. Until the fruit is nothing but empty pulp because he was thirsty.

You yelped and cried when he finally gave you the pleasure of cumming down his fingers. Your body jerked because he doesn't pull out. He slapped your clit for more and you couldn't believe for the first time another orgasm plagued you when the previous wasn't even finished.

"fu—aghh! fuck. please...holy shit! nghm," you sobbed.

"Didn't know you could do that, princess." He kissed your forehead before going down. He slurped all your cum, yet you were still very much wet. "Let's try that again, but this time do that on my tongue, pretty. You will, right?"

Yes you did.

You were just like a tangerine. Juicy and sweet. And he was a thirsty man.

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[cthulhu-calling]

New Perspective

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: What happens when you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours, next to a man who was supposed to have gone back to the past?

Warnings: dark fic, dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, smut, rape/non-con, l-bombs, friends with benefits

Author's Note: This is a dark Steve Rogers x f!Reader story. Sit this one out if it isn't for you. Please consider the tags before proceeding, this is your final warning, I am not responsible for the content you consume.

Word Count: 2,216

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Steve Rogers Masterlsit

“You’re not coming back, are you?” 

He looked down at his feet, not able to meet your gaze. Slowly nodding his head, still not looking up, he reaches out to hold you in his massive, trunk-like arms and you let him. 

You and Steve had always been close, even if he was quite cold and standoffish when you first met. What had started off as a simple and pure friendship had developed into something more dark and dirty.

 In the day, he was your close friend and Captain but at night, he was your refuge. Nights spent with hot, sweaty, limbs tangled in each other, rough fingers tugging at your hair as you drew pleasure from each other’s bodies. 

Your arrangement was unconventional, sure, but it’s how you both liked it. No strings attached, just sex. You both had far too much going on to even consider an actual relationship with someone, so you helped each other out during lonely nights. 

To say you would miss him was a massive understatement but you knew he deserved to be happy. Happy with the love of his life,  Peggy Carter. 

Pulling away, you gently cupped his cheek before brushing your lips lightly against his. “You deserve happiness Steve. I won’t hold this against you, but don’t you dare forget about me.” you whispered as you playfully narrowed your eyes at him, poking a finger at his chest. 

He huffed out a laugh at your poor attempt at jest before pulling you close to him, searching your eyes for something more. 

“Steve, I am happy for you. After all that you’ve done for the world, you deserve a chance at being truly happy,” you said, offering him a genuine and what you hope was a reassuring smile. 

Looking lost, he gently nodded his head before pulling you towards the bed. One last time , you thought to yourself as you gave in to him. 

One last time, or so you thought.

Steve hadn’t meant to fall in love. 

What started out as a simple arrangement  of friendly banter and arguments by day and animalistic fucking by night ended up becoming the most passionate affair of his lifetime, and that in itself was saying a lot.

You were the one for him. He knew it and he believed it was high time you realised it too. 

But you? You were as clueless as they came. It was getting a little infuriating at this point, if Steve was being completely honest with himself. 

It was cute at first. How you would act as if you didn’t realise that he loved you. He bought right into the whole faux innocence act and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him achingly hard and desperate for you. To have you on top of him, your tight little dripping hole stretching to accommodate his thick length as you moan and mewl wantonly. 

But even after months, when you failed to acknowledge how in love with you he was, it started to anger him. How you would have a flirty back and forth with Sam, or brush a perfectly manicured finger against a random stranger’s arm at the pub, bending over slightly while pushing your elbows together to give them an eyeful of your cleavage. All of it made his blood boil.  

So he decided, he had to have you. No matter what. 

He wouldn’t find a more perfect opportunity than this. Under the guise of going to return the stones, he had you believe that he wasn’t coming back, that he was going back to Peggy. Surely, that would make you insecure and you’d beg him to come back, beg him to not leave you. It was foolproof, he was sure of it. 

But when he told you he was leaving, your reaction shocked him. You weren’t desperate for him to come back, begging him to stay back and vowing to do anything to please him. Instead, you were happy for him. 

At first, he couldn’t believe his ears. Surely, you can’t be serious. Did you really not love him? 

He was quick to dispose off that thought though. He was the love of your life and you were his. You belonged with him. To him. He figured that it was all an act, to hide how you truly felt. It was then that he decided to take matters into his own hands. 

That’s how you found yourself in this predicament; groggy and confused, still half asleep in a bed that isn’t yours. Once you realise the bed isn’t actually yours, the bedding a baby pink as averse to the bright yellow of your own with every square inch covered by one too many pillows, you’re alert immediately. Where are you? 

You push the covers off of yourself and just as you’re about to set your feet on the floor, the door at the left corner of the roughly rectangular room swings open, a smiling Steve stepping inside before shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“Morning sleepy head. You’ve been out for quite a while now, almost had me worried there.” he sighed the last part, the eerily hopeful smile still glued to his face. 

You looked around yourself, taking in your surroundings before looking back up at Steve. You were in a room with clean white walls, a huge bed in the centre of the room with two twin nightstands on either side of it. There were no windows, only the door through which he had entered and that too on closer inspection seemed to be made of thick metal, too heavy for anyone without superhuman strength to even try to budge. 

“Where am I Steve? How are you still here?” you asked, you throat scratchy. 

“C’mon honey, sit up straight,” he said as he moved closer to you, holding a tall glass of water to your lips. 

Gulping down the water, you cleared your throat before asking again, “Where are we? How are you still here? I saw you leaving Steve,” you thought out loud, pushing the thick covers off of your body, suddenly feeling their presence suffocating, only to look down and find yourself in a ratty and oversized t-shirt and  boxer shorts, both you were sure you’d seen on Steve at some point in time. 

Steve took in your form hungrily, loving how you looked in his clothes. 

“You need to relax honey. I’ll answer all your questions, but not right now,” he said as he gently pushed you back on the bed, tucking you in. 

“No, I need you to tell me right now. What the fuck’s going on here exactly?” you said, throwing back the covers to move out of the bed but before you can blink, you’re pinned down by Steve’s body. 

“I will not tolerate such language from you. You’re mine and you’re going to do exactly as I say, is that clear honey?” he said almost sweetly but you knew it was all an act to hide how angry he truly was. You saw right through his facade. 

“Yours? Steve, the fuc-“ you cut yourself off on seeing his glare, “I- I uh, don’t get it. What are you on about?” you breathed out.

“No point in pretending anymore my love, I’m only doing what you were too scared to do. I know you love me, I just had to get you to admit it. What better way then a romantic little getaway. No phones, no one but the two of us,” he said in a sort of dazed voice while you just sat there, slack jawed and wide eyed.

“You-you, uh, you’ve lost it! You’ve gone absolutely mental! I don’t love you, and I’m sorry if I made you believe that I did but you need to let me go,” you said while pushing him back and quickly getting out of the bed. 

He grabbed you by your hips, spinning you around and pulling you close so you were right against his chest. 

“Stop acting coy, I know you want me just as much as I want you. Can’t you see? We’re supposed to be together, together forever. And while I won’t tolerate how you spoke to me just now, I’ll let it pass just this once.

“I know you’re stressed love, but you’ve got to accept it. You’re the love of my life. You belong to me. ” He whispered the last part slowly as his hands travelled down to the small of your back, grabbing your ass and squeezing it, making you gasp. 

His lips attacked yours, swallowing all your protests as he slowly guided you back to the bed, pushing you down on it. 

“Give me a chance to prove it to you, make you see how right we feel, together,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses down you neck and chest, occasionally sucking a dark mark, laying his claim on you. 

“Mine, mine, mine,” he kept mumbling as his hand reached to tug down your shorts, deft fingers prodding at your entrance. 

He rubbed his thumb in figure-8’s around your clit, drawing a strangled moan from you. Arms and legs giving up their struggle as you fisted the sheets, pleasure shooting up your spine. 

“Please, Steve,” you moaned breathily and you knew not if you begged for him to stop or for more. 

The cheeky bastard had the audacity to act innocent as he slowed his movements, “Please what, my love?” he asked and you could hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Let me go, please!” you yelled, struggling against his hold with renewed vigour. 

Smack!

“Wrong answer honey,” he growled as he landed another smack on your bare pussy, making you yelp. 

Easily pinning you down, he ran his fingers through your folds before collecting the wetness there, bringing his dripping fingers to your lips. 

“Suck.” he ordered. 

When you didn’t move to open your mouth, he pushed his fingers into the back of your throat, effectively choking you. 

“Bad girls don’t deserve to be prepared beforehand, do they?” he asked condescendingly before he plunged his thick cock into your unprepared channel. 

Immediately setting a punishing pace as his free hand grabbed hold of both your wrists, pinning them above your head. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of your drenched pussy only spurring him on. 

“Look at you, dripping for me. You’re enjoying this just as much as me, aren’t you? And yet, yet you deny me of something that can only be right. We belong together, can’t you see?” he said with a low growl. 

You moaned around his fingers, the shame of being close to your climax while he forced himself on you bringing tears to your eyes. 

Letting go of your wrists, he brushed away your tears, driving himself harshly into your dripping cunt, “Don’t cry my love, don’t cry for something you can’t change. We belong together, and I’ll make sure you see it.” 

Making true of his promise, he started pounding into you, deeper and harder, hitting the spot that made your mind go blank, not being able to focus on anything but the pleasure that only his cock could give, that only he could give . 

You let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as you came undone, clenching down hard on his cock, milking him. 

Grunting as he emptied himself inside of you, he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing his lips to yours for a rather chaste kiss considering he’d been balls deep in you just seconds ago. 

“I deserve to be happy. You said it yourself, my love. After all that I’ve done for this world, it’s the least I deserve. And we’re going to be so happy,” he mumbled into your ear, more for himself than you as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, keeping you close to his body as your eyelids started to droop. 

Oh, whatever were you going to do now? 

[adiraargent]

You drew stars around my scars - Slytherin Boys

summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: mentions of scars (not specified what from), swearing, smoking includes: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Jasper Rowle, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle - I will do a part 2 with other characters if anybody wants one :) wc: 2373 Part 2

Theodore Nott - Cardigan

Theodore Nott sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender as he studied the scars that adorned your skin. You could feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns along the lines of your past, his touch feather-light as he navigated the landscape of your history.

As you looked up at him, a warmth swelled in your chest, but you couldn't help but worry. Worry that he was just use you, use you like others had done in the past. Tossing you away when they were done with you.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

"Thank's for sticking around Theo," you murmerd softly, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink tone.

He looked up at you then, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "You are my favorite person in this shitty world," he murmured, his voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the wind, despite the crude words. "Every scar, every imperfection, only serves to make you more beautiful in my eyes."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, calming the storm of insecurities that raged within your soul. With Theodore by your side, you felt safe, protected from the harsh judgments of the world by the warmth of his love.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

People had always judged you for something, it was a judgemental world that you lived in. Maybe someone judged you for your skin, or your scars... or maybe just the way that you wore your hair. Maybe it was your weight or your height. Nobody was perfect... thought Theodore Nott would beg to differ, in his eyes you were the embodiment of perfection.

And of course, people judged you for being with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy with a troubled past. One that liked to smoke and drink, that liked to get into fights and argue with teachers and students alike. But you were in love. 'Love?' they'd ask you and laugh. 'You're so young, what the hell would you know about love?'

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Theodore's fingers stilled against your skin, his eyes searching yours with a depth of understanding that left you breathless. "I may not have all the answers," he said softly, "but I promise to stand by your side through every uncertainty, to hold you close and chase away the shadows of doubt that threaten to consume you."

And as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against each scar, his lips a tender caress against your skin, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm embrace. With Theodore, you knew that you were never alone, that no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart.

For in his touch, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. And as he traced stars around your scars with his fingers, you knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of his love would guide you safely home.

Okay but i'm really happy with this icl

Mattheo Riddle - Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the darkened landscape, you quietly snuck out of your shared home , your heart heavy with doubt and fear. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you clutched your suitcase tightly, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a heavy burden.

You had always struggled with trust issues and abandonment fears, scars from a childhood marred by betrayal and heartache. And now, faced with the prospect of being completely in love with a boy who had been nothing but good to you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

Mattheo Riddle, that cocky, short-tempered Slytherin, had become the center of your world, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume you. You got together in your second last year of school and were still together now a year after graduating. And yet, the thought of allowing yourself to fall completely and unconditionally in love with him terrified you to your core. You loved him, you knew that you did... but did love really exist? Falling in love was dangerous, it was setting yourself up to get your heart broken.

"I'll never leave you alone," his voice echoed in your mind, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You had been sitting at the Black lake, the two of you had been together for 3 months and it was the first time you had told each other 'I love you'

But as much as you longed to believe his words, the scars of your past lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured. Even after all this time, you still had doubts. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you made the decision to leave, to distance yourself from the one person who had come to mean everything to you.

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known

Bracing yourself for the goodbye, you took a hesitant step forward, the weight of your suitcase dragging behind you like an anchor. But before you could take another step, a voice called out to you from behind, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Turning around, you saw Mattheo running towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll never leave you alone, I promise."

And in that moment, as he took you in his arms and held you close, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. For in Mattheo's embrace, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

"I promise I will do everything to prove I am nothing like he was," he whispered against your ear, his words a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

And as you looked into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love worth fighting for, a love that would stand the test of time.

Jasper Rowle

As you and Jasper Rwle walked hand in hand through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of contentment settled over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. His hand in yours felt like home, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you. You felt so safe with him, the way he softly rubbed your hand with his thumb sent warmth through your body, the heat being a stark contrast to the snow falling around you

"Can I go where you go?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur as you gazed up at him with adoration shining in your eyes. You didn't mean to say it out loud. But you just wanted to be with him as much as possible, the way you felt when you were around him was unlike anything you had felt before.

You felt alive, wanted... loved.

Jasper's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "Forever and ever," he replied, his voice a soft melody in the air. "You and me, always."

And as you walked together, lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore.

Take me out, and take me home

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, "c'mon, lets get to the three broomsticks then I'll take you back, its not good for you to be out in the snow for too long, I don't want you to get sick.

You're my, my, my, my Lover.

"Okay my love," you replied with a smile, letting him pull you along in the direction of the pub.

Jasper's grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid to let go, as though afraid that this perfect moment would slip through his fingers like grains of sand. "You're so gorgous," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "i adore you."

And as you walked together, lost in the maze of streets and alleys, you knew that no matter where life may take you, you would always find your way back to each other.

Draco Malfoy - getaway car

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor as Draco Malfoy and you sat together on his expensive broomstick. It was a moment suspended in time, a brief respite from the chaos and turmoil of the world outside.

As you gazed out at the rolling hills before you, Draco's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But beneath the facade of tranquility, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a shadow.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You knew Draco was a death eater now, knew he had done bad things and helped bad people but you couldn't bring yourself to leave him. You loved him, and whenever you thought about the bad things he had done, your heart was quick to remind you of all the good times you had together.

All the late night talks, the joking around, the kissing and holding... everything.

But as the miles stretched out before you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

You fought to held back tears, the two of you were now on the run and now because of him, you were leaving all your friends and family behind. You were a traitor now and it was all his fault.

Draco's grip tightened around the broom handle, his gaze distant as he stared out at the sky ahead. "I knew it from the start," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We were cursed."

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

You new the order would be after you soon, they knew what Draco had done. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your head into his back as you held onto him, scared of falling.

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

And as you flew on into the night, the sirens in the beat of your heart seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the consequences of your actions. You should have known that you'd never leave, that the promise of freedom would come at a steep price, one that you weren't willing to pay if it meant leaving Draco.

So still, you clung to each other, two lost souls adrift in a sea of chaos and uncertainty. For in each other's arms, you found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

And as the stars twinkled overhead and the world blurred past, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you'd never leave him

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh)

Tom Riddle - right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

Under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, you found yourself seated alone at a corner table, the memories of your past love weighing heavily on your heart. Friends had come and gone, relationships had blossomed and withered away, but you remained rooted in the past, unable to move forward.

Your eyes kept flicking up to the empty chair in front of you, your plate of food going cold as it sat in front of you completely untouched. The workers looked over, eyes filling with sympathy and sadness at the all-familiar face they had seen too many times, brief flashes of the happy couple that had once sat there.

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the echoes of the past danced around you like ghosts in the night. You remembered the first time you had met, the way his smile had lit up the room and warmed your heart. But now, all that remained were distant memories, fragments of a love that had once been.

You couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted the choices he had made. Did he know that you were still waiting for him, still hoping for a second chance at love? Or had he moved on, leaving you behind like a forgotten relic of the past?

Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

The restaurant buzzed with life around you, the sounds of laughter and conversation blending together in a cacophony of noise. But amidst the chaos, you felt alone, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of strangers.

And as you sat there, watching the world pass you by, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You longed for the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his presence, but you knew deep down that he was gone, lost to you forever.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

Yet, despite the ache in your heart and the tears in your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You were stuck in the past, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward without him by your side.

But as the night wore on and the restaurant began to empty out, you knew that you couldn't stay there forever. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to find happiness within yourself and move on from the love that had once consumed you.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you rose from your seat and made your way towards the door. And as you stepped out into the cool night air, you made a silent vow to yourself to never look back, to keep moving forward no matter how difficult the journey may be.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

But it was a vow you knew you'd break just for him.

written by @adiraargent

Please do not steal or post anywhere else <3

Requests are open!!!

Bye for now

[topguncortez]

What to Expect | A J. Seresin Series

masterlist | next part

synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, eventual smut, mentions of infidelity, fighting, TopGun shit.

➣5 years ago, North Island

If there was one thing your father wanted you to take from all the advice he had ever given you, it was to stay away from Naval aviators. Your dad, being an Admiral himself, knew how most of the aviators were like. They had a certain playboy attitude about themselves. They dripped confidence wherever they went. Anyone could tell when a group of aviators walked into a place, as all eyes went to them. Some of them loved it, and basked in the glory of having all eyes on them. Especially the TopGun pilots. Especially a certain blonde haired TopGun pilot. 

            Maybe that’s what drew you to him. He was forbidden fruit that your father had told you to stay far away from. You were the youngest of three girls, and you were the rebel child. Your father said you were the reason for his gray hair. For most of your adult life, you had listened to your fathers advice and stayed away from the Aviators. But it was hard to find anyone worth your interest when you were surrounded by pilots. 

            He had been eyeing you the whole night as you sat with your group of girlfriends. Your closest friend, Alyssa kept nudging you and pointing him out. You would occasionally look up at him, catching his eye and either giving him a smile or a wink. He had gorgeous green eyes and a perfect smile. You could see the singular silver bar on his uniform and knew that he was either fresh out of TopGun or had just been invited to attend. 

            “Would you stop eye fucking him!” Alyssa said. 

            “I am not eye fucking him!” You shot back and looked back over at the pilot. He was laughing with a group of other aviators. You assumed that this was the next class of TopGun aviators. Your dad had been getting everything ready for them to start. Even though at his rank, he could pass off all the introductions to someone else, he still liked to do it. It was probably because seeing the young class made him feel young in a way. 

            “Who is she not eye fucking?” Bradley asked, coming back to the table with a fresh drink for you and himself. Bradley, who had become your sort of adopted brother over the years, had been invited to TopGun. You were happy to have him back for a short amount of time, you missed him a lot. 

            “That blonde pilot over there,” Alyssa nodded towards where the blonde was once standing, “Wait. . .  oh shit, Y/N.” 

            You turned around right as the blonde had walked up to your table. He gave you that smile, which was even brighter up close. Bradley narrowed his eyes at him, knowing exactly who he was from seeing his picture on your father’s desk earlier in the day. 

            “Hi,” The pilot smiled, “My friends didn’t think I had the balls to come talk to you.” 

            “Is that your opening line?” You asked and Bradley snickered behind you. The pilot’s jaw dropped a bit, but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking more along the lines of-” 

            “I can’t help but notice how beautiful-” 

            “Yep, there it is,” You cut him off, “Classic pilots,” You said to Aylssa who nodded, “I’m Y/N. And I’m guessing you have a ridiculous callsign, you are about to tell me about.” 

            “They call me Hangman, but only some get to call me Jake,” He introduced himself, “Care for a drink.” 

            “Got a full one,” You lifted your glass. 

            “How about a dance?” 

            “I don’t like this song.” 

            “Okay, I am really striking out here,” Jake laughed nervously, “A helpline, please.” 

            “Walk on the beach,” Alyssa said and Bradley nudged her, “What?! She likes looking at the stars. And it’s romantic.” 

            “Unless you like sand in places where sand shouldn’t be,” Bradley said and you pointed at him in agreement. 

            “I think that’s my best chance,” Jake said to Alyssa, who raised her drink in response, “So. . . Can I take you for a walk on the beach?” 

            You looked at him, and you contemplated it. He was a nice looking man and was trying hard to get you to go with him. Most men would’ve given up and found a new girl to woo by now. But not Jake. You could see the determination in his eye, and could feel Alyssa nudge you to give him an answer. 

            “No walk,” You said, and could see the light in Jake’s eye diminish, “But I will dance with you. ONE, one singular dance.” 

            Jake smiled and held his hand out for you as the song changed right in time. The opening beats to the song sounded out of the jukebox, and Jake’s lips turned up in a smirk as you took his hand. He dragged you to the makeshift dance floor in the bar, putting one hand on your hip and the other held your hand. You rested your hand on his shoulder as he started to sway. 

            “I love this song,” Jake said. You listened for a moment and shook your head, “What’s wrong with this?” 

            “Slow Ride?” You questioned, “What. . . are you in the mood for a slow ride, Lieutenant.” 

            “I’d do anything if it meant I get to do it with you,” Jake answered, and spun you around, “So tell me, you from around here?” 

            “Born and raised,” You nodded, “Dad’s a flyboy like yourself.” 

            “Really?” Jake seemed shocked by the answer, “And he let you come to a Navy bar?” 

            You smirked and stood on your toes to lean in his ear, “He doesn’t know.” 

            Jake smirked and looked at you, “Breaking the rules. . . What else are you good at?” 

            The song finished and you pushed yourself out of Jake’s arms, “Stick around and find out, Lieutenant.” 

            Jake watched as you walked away, swinging your hips as you did. You went to the table your friends were at, telling them that you were heading out, and grabbed your purse. You looked back at Jake and nodded your head towards the front door. It took him a second until he realized what was going on, and he moved quickly to follow after you. He told his friends he was leaving and that they needed to find somewhere else to stay tonight. By the time Jake got out to the parking lot, you were leaning up against the door of his truck. 

            “How did you know this was mine?” He asked, unlocking it. 

            “Well, it's souped up and has a Texas license plate,” You pushed yourself off the door and walked over to him. Jake’s hands went to your hips as you drape your arms around his neck, “And I overheard someone call you ‘Tex’ earlier and put two- and - two together.” 

            “Smart girl,” Jake said, and leaned down, “Can I kiss you?” 

            “Shut up, Hangman,” You said and closed the gap between the two of you. Jake’s hands roamed your body as your lips clashed together. He licked your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue in your mouth. He gently pushed you against the door of his truck, his hand going behind your head so you didn’t give yourself a concussion. Your hands went down his broad chest, to his pants, pulling at the gold belt buckle. 

            “Wait,” He sounded breathless as he pulled away, “As much as I want to do this, I can’t let an Admiral’s daughter go down on me in a parking lot.” 

            “Who said I was gonna go down on you?” You asked and Jake’s cheeks went red, “I’m kidding. I was totally about to suck you off, if you didn’t stop me.” 

            Jake chuckled, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you.” 

            “Like I said,” You reached into his pocket. Jake stiffened as your hand brushed against his cock and you grabbed his truck keys, unlocking it, “Stick around and find out.” 

            Jake moved quickly, as he picked you up by your legs and put you over his shoulder. You let out a giggle as he walked around to the other side of the truck and opened the door. He put you gently into the passenger seat, and buckled you up. He placed a kiss on your lips, before shutting the door and jogging around to the other side. Jake looked at you, before putting the truck in drive and then smiled to himself. He could get used to seeing you sit in his passenger seat. 

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Only for those who open their eyes

Brienne of Tarth x fem reader

Warnings : none

angst ? (not much though)

Wordcount : ~1600

You are a painter, and you are searching for models, for beautiful models. Then you see Brienne.

You were in your room, as usual. A paintbrush in your hand, you were looking at your most recent artwork. A month before, you had an idea, a brilliant idea. You wanted to paint beauty. But not the beauty of Margery Tyrell, or Cersei Lannister, who are conventional beauties. No, you wanted to find men and women with an atypical beauty. You wanted to paint the beauty of the damaged fields workers' hands, of the wrinkles on an old lady's face, of the soldiers' scars. That was your idea. And you thought not everyone would like it, but you didn't care. You would. And you were sure really art lovers would too.

The painting you were doing was a portrait of a young boy, with a scar on his cheek. You did the sketch today, in his house. You paid the mother who was not happy that her child was prevented from working that morning, but when she saw the money you could give her, she agreed. So you drew him. He talked about his life while you were doing this. You always loved this part of your job. You loved to hear your models personal stories. Sometimes it was amusing, sometimes it was touching. This time, it was amusing. He told you how he got the scar.

He was seven, and he was walking to the fields when he fell headlong into a bush. Leaves were stuck all over his head. In his hair, mostly, but also on his cheeks. And when he arrived in the fields, his goat (he had named him Eddard because he was a fan of the lord of Winterfell) ran towards him and ate the leaves, biting his cheek. Yes, of course, it hurt, but now the image of his goat biting him to eat leaves made him laugh.

And you came back to the castle, in where you had a room as the new lord's official painter. A big room you furnished with a ton of brushes, pigments each more expensive than the last, paintings bought from fellow painters... You really loved this room. It was a little isolated from the rest of the castle, and so you weren't often disturbed. It was cosy, with a large bed, and big dressers half empty because you were not really into fashion. It was on the top floor, and the floorboards creaked a little when you walked. You liked that sound.

But what you loved most was the view. You had view on the see, and you could see the sun rise every morning. The light was hitting directly the wall through your window and you loved how the shadows appeared.

You put down your brush. You needed a break. You didn't eat at lunchtime, and your stomach began to cry. You went out you room, and walked down the stairs. You might find something in the castle kitchen quarters.

You sneak into the kitchens and snatched a piece of bread. Nobody saw you, they were all focused on what they were doing. Then you went out, wanting to go for a walk in the garden while eating. But when you were in the corridors, you bumped into someone. Armour? Was it a guard? Shit, you were going back form the kitchen, a piece of bread in hand.

"I didn't stole anything !" You said immediately.

"Don't worry I am not a guard" She replied.

You looked up. She was a woman, she was so tall. And she was... Well she was precisely who you were looking for. Blue eyes, blond hair, pale skin, but unusual beauty. And that was what you found beautiful. In your eyes, she was Beauty.

"Perfect"

"I beg you pardon ?"

You cleared your throat.

"Hm, I'm sorry, good afternoon ser... lady ? I am Y/N Y/L, lord's official painter, and I am currently searching for models to draw them. Would you want to... be one of my models?"

"You... You want to draw me?"

"Of course, I'm working on a project, I called it 'Beauty', and I-"

"Very funny, lady Y/L, now if you'd like to stop now the joke, that'd be nice."

Her voice had turned cold. You were confused.

"Why do you think that's a joke? I don't look like a painter?"

"Oh, come on, you know who I am, don't you?"

"I-I am sorry, I don't"

"Brienne of Tarth"

Your eyes widened. Obviously she was Brienne of Tarth. Blond hair, blue eyes, THAT tall... And you knew. Some men were calling her "Brienne the Beauty", to make fun of her. That was why she reacted like that.

"I am sorry, if that sounded like a bad joke but it wasn't. I really find you beautiful. Well you are. Not in an expected way though. Trust me, as a painter, I know what's beautiful"

She was speechless. How could she reply to this? You took her arm.

"What if we talk about it in the garden?" You said.

She nodded. In fact she didn't know how to act. What if you lied to her to make fun of her? But she really wanted to trust you. Did you really found her beautiful? She had to know. She let you led her to the garden.

You sat on a bench, she was sat next to you.

"Do you want to eat? Turns out I may have stole a piece of bread."

She smiled.

"No thank you"

You bit the bread.

"Sho, like I shaid, I am working on a project, I want to paint beauty but not in the usual way. I already drew a sketch of a boy with a scar on his face, and finished a worker's hands"

"Why don't you choose a beautiful lady?"

"First : you are a beautiful lady. Second : I told you I don't want to paint the same people as everyone. I want to make something new! I want to do art!"

"You think I could be a great model?"

"Of course! You'll be perfect!"

She blushed. Were you crazy?

"So, do you want to be my model? I can pay you if you want" You said.

"No, that's okays, I'll do it."

"Thank you, Brienne! Meet me tomorrow morning here, we'll find a good spot. If you want to take your armour or sword, you can, and if you want to dress an other way, that's okay. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"O-Okay"

The next morning, she was there, sitting on the very same bench. She wasn't wearing her armour, but a blue shirt. However, she had her sword. And she was waiting on that bench. You were late. In fact you weren't awake yet. You had spent your whole night painting the boy, and you needed to sleep.

When you woke up, the sun was already high, and you ran to the garden, hoping she would still be there.

But she wasn't. She had leave the place, eyes filled with tears. You had lie to her. She felt so stupid to trust in you. Of course, no one would ever want to draw her. She was a beast. She was ugly. Why did people insisted on reminding her in such a painful way?

You felt so stupid for staying up so late. Now she probably would never want to talk to you again. And worst, she would think you lied to her. You kicked the bench.

"FUCK !"

Your foot hurt, but you didn't care, you had to find her now.

But you couldn't find her. She had left the city, as she planned this the day before. When you asked the lord about it, he told you he sent her on a mission...

And that night, in the dark of the room, you tried to draw her, from your memory.

Brienne of Tarth came back, four month later. You didn't knew that. You were too busy. You had just presented your project in one of the rooms of the castle.

She heard about it. And Podrick, who didn't knzw about the whole story, wanted to see that. He didn't knew anything about art, but Tyrion always told him art was important. So he dragged Brienne in the exhibition, not wondering for a moment why she didn't want to come here.

While Podrick looked closely at each piece (he was trying to understand), Brienne just walked into the room, eyes on the floor. There were few people, mostly noblemen. She sometimes took a look to one of the paintings. She recognized the worker's hands you talked about. She had to admit you were a very good painter. And she began to look more closely to your art work.

"Look, isn't this Brienne of Tarth?"

She sighed. Were they going to make fun of her now?

But when she looked around, there was no one who looked at her.

"Yes, that's her!"

She noticed the two men talking about her. They were in front of a painting she couldn't see from where she was. She came closer and saw the piece.

That was her. You drew her portrait. Brienne was confused. She looked so beautiful on it. She wasn't sure she was exactly like that for real. Then she saw little note next to it.

The only painting I made without a reference. Actually I was late at our meeting and when I came she wasn't there anymore so I had to do this one from my memory. Brienne of Tarth, my model, is exactly the kind of beauty I was searching for. She does not fit the beauty standards, but she carries grace and strength. She embodies the essence of my project. Beautiful, but only for those who open their eyes.

She looked again at the painting.

"I didn't know you were a model" Podrick said.

"Me neither. I just discovered it."

In the evening, you went to the garden for a walk. You were thinking about Brienne. You felt so sorry for her. You walked to the bench you were to join her.

She was there. She was sitting on the bench. You heart warmed up as she waved to you. You sat next to her.

"Good evening, I'm glad you aren't mad at me."

"Well to be honest I was. But I saw the portrait you made of me."

"Oh, really? Did you thought it looked like you?"

"Yes but... I'm not that beautiful"

"You are. And if you don't like it, no worries. I can draw you tomorrow morning. I promise I won't be late."

[azulashengrottospiano]

thank you to the three people that tagged me in the twst author spotlight ^^ irene, siren, and sapphy, thank you. i read what you said about me and i was very touched. i didnt think i would gain so many friends in such a short period of time, and you all deserve to be recognized for your contributions to the twst community!! :D

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY FRIENDS.

@tinyletterz, who has a beautiful soul and amazing writing. i've known her since my baby days on quotev writing for a fandom which shall not be named, and it's so such a pleasure being her friend. she writes twst x reader content and has a gorgeous series about flower languages that i think about a lot. thank you remy for helping me get accustomed to tumblr, you're the og!!

@shkrmpp, who was my first mutual that i'd never met before here. thank you for asking about jellyfish and being such a bubbly presence on my dash. shrimpy writes x reader content and creates adorable art!! their hair dye series with the leech twins is super cute and i find myself thinking about teh floyd part in particular very often ^^

@fukashiin, with the prettiest themes and the gorgeous art style. winou CONSISTENTLY writes absolute bangers that make me so giddy. this one in particular is one of my favorites, and her writing style reminds me of a soft summer breeze. she's such a bubbly person and its so fun talking to her, even if we don't talk often. ^^ she's one of the three people that keeps my deuce content afloat.

one could say many things about the beloved @hisui-dreamer!! from the way she adores her friends to teh way she writes, rinna is always soft and sweet. she radiates comfort and is such a soothing person, i feel so safe around her. she writes x reader content and every single piece is its own masterpiece. she's one of my closest friends on here and i wish nothing but the best for her every day.

@merotwst, who has a bucnh of adorable oc content (on @meromessy !!) and writes x readers!! ellie in on haitus right now takinga well deserved break. <3 but she writing is amazing and i am FLOORED whenever i see her art!!! it's literally so gorgeous and i don't understand how she does it. its crazy. how is so much talent in one person.

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@officialdaydreamer00, aka nutmeg, is a rascal. an absolutely rascal but they're really the best. they have a yuusona with LORE and a bunch of really creative & cute events!! seriously nutmeg, nobody does it like you. if you want to see our favorite twst boys in strawberry dresses or recieve a pair of cute earrings, irene's blog is the place for you!!!

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@cecilebutcher MAKES THE BEST OCS. creator of igor and saver of the universe. im not kidding igor saved the universe IDC WHAT YOU SAY ITS CANON TO ME. cece i sliterally the sweetest and soososososo creative i am eating up every crumb of igor content i get fed. OM NOM NOM. ofc junto is nice too and hes so sweet!!! GAHH you just put so much love and care into yoru ocs its so admirable :((((

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@rains-asleep is the nickname master because he calls me straubs and thats such an adorable nickname :(((( HIS WRITING IS SUPER CUTE AND IT GIVE SME SO MUCH SEROTONIN (they write x readers btw!!!!!) they recently hit 500 followers (CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!!) and they also write for haikyuu, mha, genshin impact, and obey me!!!

@shinysparklesapphires is an artists that has a lot of cool ocs!! i believe navi was the first one i was introduced to and he's such an icon ^^ sapphy is also really into precure and produces a lot of content for the fandom!! i have yet to finish the precure series she recommended to me but its good so far and laura is the best so true!!

@datboredpencil has THE most STUNNING art. if you want idia x cater content this is DEFINITELY THE BLOG FOR YOU!!! each piece has so much love poured into it and i swear. YOURE ALWAYS LIEK "its a work in progress" BUT IT STILL LOTS SO LOVELY :((( YOUR USE OF COLOR IS JUST SO MUAH!!! CHEFS KISS!!!!!!! I ADORE IT

@twistwonderlanddevotee makes really pretty backgrounds!!! i actually used the isaac one she made for my private account AND ITS SO CUTE I LOVE IT I WANT TO EAT IT SWALLOW IT WHOLE MUNCH ON IT SHAKE IT AROUND LIEK A DOG TOY ANYWAYS. i am very normal about sofia's backgrounds. PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT its literally so unique?? like who else makes backgroudns liek sofia. Nobody.

@queen-shiba has an open inbox everyone!! you're welcome to send in requests!!! ^^ the queen of savanaclaw makes oc content for chuki, a really sweet kid taht deserves all the cookies in teh world :((( ALSO!!! she has an au for the tsavo man-eaters which is super cool!!! :O she passion for lions and tigers really is admirable and its nic eto see her talk about them :3

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@dove-da-birb IS SUCH A GENIUS. they're one of my closests friends and their writing is SO BEAUTIFUL. they're also kidn of a little shit though so watch out /aff tehy write x reader content and draw sometimes, although i dont think theyve posted any of them. ^^ dove is SUCH a delight i promise you'll have fun every single time you talk to them. their energy is infectious and im genuinely really glad im the main target for their chaos. i would not have it any otehr way.

@ashipiko has such delicious art!!! the colors are always so vibrant and the way she draws is so unique. truly, a staple of both the twisted wonderland and as3! fandoms!! her energy is always upbeat and cheery, its hard not to smile when youre talking to her!! truly the biggest ace kisser on thsi platform (probably in the world too hehe)

@shyhaya writes for a myriad of fandoms!!!!!! hayami writes an azul thing for me that made me lose my mind IT WAS SO GOOD. PLEASE check out this blog. you wont regret it. requests are open!! ^^ even twst content aside, im sure you'll find something you like sich haya writes for so many fandoms!! talk about multitalented :3

@thehollowwriter has so many gems. quinn writes every character in twst so well, teh writing is so immersive and just ughhhh MUAH!!!!! every piece with azul in it is such a banger and it makes me giggle and kick my feet :3 LITERALLY THERE IS SO MUCH X READER FLUFF AND ITS ALL GOOD ITS A CRIME I DIDNT FIND THIS BLOG SOONER.

@cyath, who has some of the PRETTIEST art i have EVER seen. they draw stuff based on my fics all of the time and i adore it so much. examples of their art can be found here, here, here, and here. do you understand what i mean. do you get it. their art style is SUPERIOR and i ADORE IT!!!!!! they truly have so much talent like damn save some for the rest of us hello!!!!!

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and lastly, @jade-s-nymph who organized this whole thing!!! rubia is on hiatus right now but i've seen some of her projects and a few of the things she's written and they're all really good!! there's a lot of x reader content on her writing blog and self indulgent nymphleech content on her personal blog :3

[homosexual-newsboy]

How to Dance in Ohio thoughts for y'all

The red flags durring Slow Dancing asdjfhaksjdfah YES

Shoelaces? Books about Pangea? 10/10 flirting

I cried when Mel's boss yelled at them, I cried during Nothing At All, I cried durring Waves and Wires

I believe every actor in the show will continue on to do great things

THE ARTICLE I was gonna punch someone at that point I was so angry

Person in front of me: it's a show about autistic kids Me: The Police: so can you tell me what happened? Me: they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Sad that I will probably never see this show ever again

When people cheered for Mel or Remy ever my mom got all angry and tense and it was funny

I found it in myself to cheer for kings and queens being heteronormative right there in front of my mom and she hated me but whatever

MEL AND ASHLEY SHOULD HAVE KISSED AT THE END OF REINCARNATION PLEASE AND THANK YOU

The whole performance of Nothing At All, lighting and everything, was so perfect and I loved it

Sorry, sorry, not sorry <- reminded me of Six

It was so sad/funny/lots of emotions when Drew showed up to the dance that nobody else could make it to

I am a MAN (jk I am a minor) but I would so dress like Caroline like dying my hair pink right now

"You really want to dance with her that bad?" "YES"

The disco ball was beautiful

I related hard to Mel feeling abandoned by Ashley cuz I've had those experiences before

The part Mel and Remy sing in Butterflies after kings and queens are mentioned, sort of says to me that they feel like they don't belong in the conversation, because the idea of a king and queen excludes them (im not messing this order up in my head am i?) like I just wanted to scream "AND AN OVERLORD" cuz like yes there needs to be another option

Mel and Ashley should have kissed at the end of Reincarnation

Drew's e-mail to Dr. Amigo ashfjhadf I laughed so hard like the different ways of reading it uh yes please (that's what my brain does w/ everything lol)

I wanted to hug every single actor in the show with permission but unfortunately I was too scared to ask lol so I just stood awkwardly

I got to see the real-life Caroline at stage door and it was really cool!

I am so so grateful for the existence of this show, and I want to say thank you so much!!! I felt so seen and understood, even if only for the time I was in the theater.

I was so happy about the signs by the bathrooms (though of course I still used the ladies restroom) that said to go where you feel comfortable.

All honesty, this show showed me the good in my world. All the way around.

I have officially typed way more than I should have but let me say one more thing which is that I am about to spiral into my fanfiction phase for this story so prepare yourselves guys my Ao3 is micah_loves_sweaters if you want it lol

[wisteria-blooms]

Hey! I just finished long hair and tattoos and it's be a lie if i say it wasn't one of the best fics I've ever read! I'm in love with the fic, the slow burn, the sibling banter with Draco (for first time ever Malfoy family was tolerable) the chemistry with twins and everything else!! Also I'm so bummed because I was expecting some steamy smut (not too late to add an smutty chapter don't you think?) But as I said I love it soooooo much and thank you for this amazing fic!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed the family dynamics/banter. I love the idea of an uppity family having to deal with their daughter's upsetting choice of.... boyfriend. And having the twins as your supportive but devious best friends is the dream.

So, speaking of smut... I wrote the series before I got around to reading more and realized all/most romance books have an obligatory smut scene. I recently wrote strawberry wonderland (ii) from Bill's perspective. I think it was a horny outlet for me. But I think I can wedge something else in... so stay tuned.

I have two possible Bill Weasley smut fics in the works. I'm happy to share some excerpts but it's all unfinished, unedited drafts... so be warned. MINORS DNI.

The first one is called empty bars:

“Our department’s budget is going up.” You changed the topic, not wanting to know what anyone was saying about you. “You remember that Perce and I work together, right? As soon as we got wind of the good news, we went out for a glass of wine.”

Bill raised his eyebrows. “You got Percy out for wine?”

You did a little shimmy of victory. For once, there was a genuine smile on your face. “I know what makes him tick, I guess.”

When the bartender came back, noticing your drained glasses, Bill called for another round.“You’re quick,” he remarked. “I didn’t know someone like you could handle so much liquor.”

“You’ll have to try me,” you said with a smile. “I’m in the mood nowadays, I guess.”

Bill leaned back and took another sip. You watched his lips tight around the glass, and you wistfully wished they were around something else. Something more receptive.

“How ironic that Percy is the only one with any taste?” he laughed blithely, his tone suddenly sharp and biting. “Besides me, that is."

“What do you mean?” you asked, but you knew what he was talking about. The light overhead did no good in concealing the blush that was spreading over your cheeks.

You were intimidated by his gaze, so you focussed on the spare hand on the whiskey glass. The sheer size of his hand made the glass look like a child’s plaything. He could make the circumference of your bare waist amount to nothing if he wanted. You know what you wanted to.

“You know very well what I mean,” he stated, his right eye creasing into a half-wink as he stared over you. Then he set his whiskey glass down and leaned over to you and whispered, his lip just inches from the skin of your cheek, his voice butter, “Don’t play coy, (Y/N).”

“I am not,” you retorted weakly. His words drew some goosebumps. Was Bill Weasley flirting with you or were you so touch-deprived that you were wrongly assuming so? You turned around to face him, trying to stand by your words but you were unravelling quick. His eyes were so gorgeous. He was so close you could identify hazel specks near the rim of blue.

A delicious smirk unraveled on the eldest Weasley’s face. It looked so good that you wanted to fucking kiss it off him. “Are you the type of woman that likes things spelled out for you?”

“No,” you countered quietly. You were so nervous that you were chugging your liquor instead of cherishing it, but if it meant breaking free of any social constraints, you were happy to almost be done your second.

“Let me verbalize it, then. Look at yourself.” You couldn’t follow his demand. You were too busy looking at Bill still, indulging in his strong nose bridge down to his slightly chapped lips. You were burning, dying, to kiss them. “You’re young, accomplished, hard-working, successful, smart, and beautiful.”

You wondered if he’d performed Legilimens on you, because you’d said the same thing to yourself moments earlier. Now you were more than concerned if he could read your mind because his hand had travelled up the slit of your dress, gently caressing your bare thigh, and your mind was a mess of nervous neurons.

“I could say the same for you,” you complimented. ‘Weak,’ you chided yourself. You were going to lose Bill’s attention with your attempt at flirting and go home alone tonight.

“Unlike some of my brothers, I turned out pretty alright, didn’t I?”

“One is a genetic train-wreck,” you said too quickly. You were immediately remorseful for the comment. Fred was still Bill’s brother—family. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” You gestured to your bartender, seeking a third round.

“I know what you mean,” Bill assured, his words unapologetic. “The greatest thing he’d ever had this entire life fell right onto his lap and he fucked up because of his own immaturity.” He didn’t even mention Fred by name but there was a shared knowledge that it was him you were talking about.

 His gaze was intense, ocean blue eyes darkening like the storm outside. “Do you know why that is, (Y/N)?”

Your breathing became laboured. “No.”

“It’s the sad state of being a boy,” he explained. You shouldn’t have, but you inched closer, letting Bill’s hand, thinly veiled from public view by a few degrees, travel dangerously higher up your thigh. “Let me show you what it’s like to with a man.”

The second one is called 'paradise potions'. IT'S THE SEX POLLEN TROPE, DON'T JUDGE ME.

He was still ever so handsome, with his soft ginger locks that framed his sharp cheekbones. His blue eyes glinted in the morning sun. You peeked at his chiseled jaw and his--dare you say--kissable lips. His t-shirt barely hid the muscles in his arms. He might’ve been tall and predisposed to being lankier compared to Charlie, but you knew he worked out plenty. 

You were so busy being entranced by Bill that you’d lost track of time and space. It was the best daydream, sitting in front of him, surrounded by faint windchimes and the chirping birds outside to the window. You were imagining a domesticated life with him here when suddenly--

A large explosion jolted you and Percy. You yelped and ducked. The others were unfazed.

“What was that?” you asked, trying to settle your heart. 

“Fred! George!” Molly cried, walking over to the stairs with her spatula still in hand. “What have I told you about your experiments?"

“Sorry, mum,” George said, running down the stairs, a smidge of ash on his face. “That’s it for today, I promise.”

“I don’t want to hear this again, ever!” Molly shrieked. Then, she calmed down when she realized she was in front of guests. “Well, if that’s it, then help out a little bit, won’t you? We have to get going in less than an hour.”

“Sure thing,” George said with a smile. He ran over to the table and to the coffee pot. He gave it a jiggle, letting the remaining liquid slosh around. “Anyone need a top up of their coffee?”

“Mum made that pot, you can trust it,” Percy advised.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then looked up at George, “I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

George sauntered over and poured you a cup. “Coffee, Bill?” he asked. 

“That sounds good,” Bill responded.

“You’ll have to wait another ten minutes then,” George said with a frown. He tapped the empty glass container. “I’ve just run out. If only (Y/N) didn’t drink for two.”

“Quit it,” Percy warned with a low tone. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You were about to offer Bill your cup when Percy held out a hand to stop you. 

“Keep it,” Percy countered as she shoved the white mug back to your side. “I wouldn’t trust anything they put out. I’m glad it’s you that took the last of what mum made.”

While Percy could be harsh on his siblings, you were grateful for his looking out for you. To be fair, you were also skittish around Fred and George. They weren’t as easy to read as other people. A friendly smile could mean something sinister. 

Then...

Bill raised his hips up to help you bring the last bit of his undergarments down. You closed your eyes when you felt something whip out in front of your face. 

Well, Bill was clearly very well-endowed. You had nothing but anatomical pictures and the circumference of your wrist to compare him to, but even you knew he was bigger than average. Not only was his cock hefty and veiny, but his balls were very present. 

“I reckon I was cursed or hexed by someone,” he concluded. “It’s not like me to be so….”

He gestured to his raging erection. “Can you… do you mind?” He attempted to lift his hands, but they gravitated down to the bed. “I’ve tried but it’s made it worse, and now I can’t even manage to move my arm.”

“I’ve never, erm,” you started. A rush of heat kissed your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit to Bill that Fred was right and you were a virgin. You reckoned he would’ve found it uncool. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He chuckled suavely. “I figured.”

You wanted to shrivel up and die. 

“But it’s fine,” he said quickly, knowing he’d offended you slightly. “You don’t need to have done it to know how to do it. I’ll guide you."

“Grip your hand firmly down here.” You obliged, holding him at the base. For an usually flaccid body part, Bill was very, very hard and warm. All the blood in his body must’ve concentrated into one area. You were grateful when your thumb overlapped your other fingers, because, well, he was quite big and you weren’t sure he was going to fit in your hand. 

“Move up and down,” he said. When you started shifting your hand from the base to the tip, he let out a low groan. “Yeah, just like that.” Precum touched the skin of your hand as you moved faster and covered more ground. 

You kissed the red and leaking tip. Bill let out an audible gasp that was swallowed by a moan. He was not expecting you to be so brazen. 

“How does that feel?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Good.”

You licked the precum--salty, you noted--off his slit. You enveloped your mouth around his tip and focused there. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!”

His hands were fully entangled in your hair as he guided you up and down. Tears welled up in your eyes when his cock hit the back of your mouth. Your cries were muffled. You shouldn’t be enjoying being used so much, but you loved it, especially when Bill held you in place and began thrusting into your mouth.

Yeah, these are all drafts. I hope to get them up soon!!

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER FIVE: WRATH

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: You continue to face losses, falling deeper into despair.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.5k

WRITTEN: 08/22/2023

You were assigned on a mission with Gojo to go to a college that had a string of unlucky incidents.

It was a large campus, but the rising number of missing person reports was far too quick and high to be a human murderer.

Being alone with Gojo was suffocating. You didn't know how to act or what to say around a man who had no filter.

The two of you strolled the college, but there was no sign of any Curses. Yaga stressed the importance of this mission, so Gojo and you had to be there all day in case anything happened.

"Ama?"

You turned around at the sound of your name and your eyes widened at the woman standing in front of you.

"Emi?"

Gojo eyed the two of you from his seated position on the table. He slurped a carton of juice as if he wasn't here to exorcise a murderous Curse.

"I thought that was you," she said with a soft smile. "I always wondered what happened to you, but I'm glad to see you're okay physically. How are you?"

Gojo's eyes turned to you at Emi's statement. What did she mean 'physically?'

"Good," you answered. "Are you okay?"

Emi smiled softly, but it was full of pain. "I am," she answered. "Because of you, I feel free."

You almost wanted her to ask how you did it, but you couldn't bring her into this world. She, of all people, deserved to have true freedom. You wished you could make her forget everything she had been through.

"I'm glad," you replied softly.

You felt warm. Was this happiness you were feeling?

"Is this your boyfriend?" Emi asked.

The hairs on your arm stood up at that thought as you looked over your shoulder to see Gojo picking his nose.

"She wishes," Gojo said with a scoff as he flicked a booger over his shoulder.

"Ignore him," you said quickly.

Emi chuckled. "I will. I have class all day, but let's catch up sometime."

She wrote her number on a corner of a piece of paper, then tore off the corner and handed it to you.

Once you took the paper, she drew you in for a hug. Your body froze and you wanted to push her off for a moment, but the scent of her sweet perfume calmed you down.

She smelled nothing like that man.

"I'm so glad to see you," she said softly before letting go. "Stay safe, Ama. I mean it."

Then, she left.

"Someone you know?" Gojo questioned as he crushed the carton of juice.

"Yeah," you responded as you watched her retreating figure. "Let's keep looking."

Gojo groaned. “If there's a Curse here, it'll come to us.”

You were pretty that this was the first time you had felt annoyance in your life.

“Then, I'll look,” you muttered as you walked away.

Gojo’s eyes were trained on your back as you got farther and farther from him, deeper into the grounds of the large college campus.

Chiaki and Ayumi hadn't come out the whole day you were with Gojo. You knew they were with you somewhere, but their presence was faint.

Something about Gojo put you off. He made you uncomfortable and squirmish. You couldn't see his eyes a majority of the time because of his dark sunglasses, which made you unable to tell if he was looking at you or not.

It had been three hours since splitting up with Gojo. The sun was setting, drowning the college in an orange glow.

And while it was no longer hot as it was before, you knew something was wrong when a sweat formed on your back.

You turned around and as soon as your eyes met with disfigured eyes, you knew you were in trouble. You barely had enough time to cover your arms with your Cursed energy as you blocked the punch of the Curse.

You slid back but used your feet to brake. You looked over your shoulder in time to see another Curse raising its leg.

Your eyes widened as you shielded your back with Cursed energy. You went flying back, crashing into a tree. You coughed up blood and wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

As you looked up, you felt your heart stop at the sight of three Curses.

You needed to create a curtain, but there was no time as the Curses were dead set on having a sorcerer for dinner.

This was a time when you really needed Chiaki and Ayumi, but they were nowhere to be found.

You staggered to your feet, and as you looked between the Curses, you came to a deadly realization. The only reason you were valuable was because of Chiaki and Ayumi.

Without them, you were nothing. There was no way you could exorcise three Special Grade Curses alone.

"Ama?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of Emi's voice. You needed to get her away from her. She shouldn't be here.

"Emi — "

It began to rain. The glow of the sun was gone.

"A young teenage girl shouldn't be out so late," she reprimanded. "I can walk you — "

Tears filled your eyes.

The heavy thud of her knees dropping down to the wet ground and the fat droplets of blood that spurted out from her neck made you scream.

A tornado of raw, pure Cursed energy poured out of you, reaching to the Heavens in a flurry of despair and rage.

This couldn't be happening.

Your legs gave out. Your body trembled as you crawled on all fours toward Emi's body. All you could see and hear was her.

Chiaki and Ayumi appeared on each side of your body, transparent like a ghost, as they placed their hands over yours.

“Fall deeper,” they whispered, lips brushing against your earlobes.

"Emi?" you cried, vision blurring.

She was the first person to help you. She would pack you food when her parents weren't looking. She would secretly give you some of her allowance in case you wanted to buy something for yourself. She would hide you away whenever her father was drunk.

You held her body tightly and smothered your face into her chest. Her body was getting cold quickly and the rain wasn't helping.

"Kaneko!" Gojo shouted.

You couldn't hear him.

“Deeper,” they whispered.

"Kaneko!"

As the Special Grade Curse that killed Emi opened its abnormally large mouth and leaned down to eat you, its arms got torn off, causing it to pause and scatter back in shock.

"Shit," Gojo cursed as he fought against the second Special Grade Curse.

Just as he got ready to use his technique on it, all three Special Grade Curses' limbs got torn off. They went crashing to the ground, but their limbs regenerated easily.

You were muttering and shaking, still holding Emi's dead body to your chest. You looked up at the stormy sky and sighed before placing her body back on the ground gently.

As you stood up, swaying back and forth, Gojo saw the glistening of strings wrapped around your fingers leading to the three Curses.

Suddenly, your movements turned erratic. Your hands and fingers were moving quickly, and with each move, the limbs were being torn.

You were torturing Curses.

Your Cursed energy ran through the wires of the strings. You were in a trance, pulling and pulling. It didn't look as if you would ever stop.

No matter how fast they regenerated, you would destroy their bodies over and over again.

“Deeper,” they whispered.

You brought your hands to your lips and whispered, “Know the pain of death.”

Your words traveled through the strings, and when they reached the Curses, the Curses imploded. Chiaki and Ayumi disappeared.

"Ama!"

Gojo was right in front of you with wide eyes as he took in your bloody appearance. Your eyes were dim and tired.

"Gojo?"

"You exorcised them," he said with heavy breaths.

You looked past him to Emi's still body. "But it doesn't change anything," you said. "They're born from humans and I'm supposed to save humans, now that I'm a sorcerer. What difference does it make if I can't save the people I like?" You turned around to face the college. "If I kill the corrupt ones, innocent ones won't die."

"You're right," he said.

Not expecting a response like that from a man who was supposed to protect humans, you tore your gaze from the college to look up at him.

"Despite this crazy fucked-up head of yours, you're making good points. But if you're going to kill corrupt humans, then you're choosing to be God. Who are you to choose who gets to die or not?" he asked as he leaned his head down to stare at you.

His worry for you was gone.

His blue eyes pierced yours. Your breath escaped your lips in a trembly exhale as the air surrounding you thinned.

His hand reached out and grabbed you by the throat. His slender fingers wrapped around your neck, holding you in place so that you could only look at him.

You stilled at the feeling of a man’s touch. The last time a man touched you, you screamed your throat raw. But this time, you were unable to produce any sounds.

"If anyone gets to be God, it's me," he said coldly.

"What are you?" you whispered.

Something about him was off.

His lips turned up, turning into a wide smirk. "I'm Gojo Satoru, the strongest man in the world."

He was a demon.

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[ikeromantic]

Happy New Year's Eve!

May I request Wicked Keith in the rose garden with red hots? (It sounds like Clue, lol)

Thanks

Hehe, you know it does sound like Clue ^_^ I’ll take Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with ropes and a blindfold plz ;) Approx. 1900 words of a very spicy Wicked Keith and his rose garden adventure. Contains spoilers if you have not read Keith's route. TW: descriptions of kissing, fingering, intercourse IkePri New Years Event story!

Keith found Emma where he expected to. She was adorably predictable at times. He’d known the moment he woke that she would be wandering the rose garden. The winter-white blossoms were at their peak this time of year, information his other self passed on to her the day before. So here she was, walking along the paved path that wove through thickets of blooming roses. 

He watched her, following along with quiet steps. Not that he needed to bother sneaking. Emma was lost in her own thoughts, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Keith wondered if she was thinking of him, or of his other self. Sometimes he was jealous of his kinder half. Sharing was hard. 

Careful and quiet, he plucked a flower, one with gorgeous white petals that looked like drifts of snow. His deft fingers avoided the sharp points of its thorns. Keith moved closer to her as she paused to smell the vining flowers that hung from one of the path’s stone arches. 

Emma’s back was to him as he closed in. With a wicked little smile, he brushed the flower petals across the back of her neck. She gave a start, her hand slapping at the unexpected touch.

Keith couldn’t help but laugh as she turned on him, glaring. 

“Ooooh it’s you.” She tried to hold onto her frown, but couldn’t stop her lips from curling up at the edges. “I didn’t think you’d be out for another few days at least.”

“We agreed to trade off. Today is mine.” Keith shrugged. “Disappointed?”

Emma went on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Not a bit. Just surprised.” 

He grinned and caught her waist before she could step back. “Let’s try that again.”

“Wha-”

Keith kissed her on the lips, a hungry demanding kiss. The burn of jealousy eased as she sank into his embrace and kissed him back with passion. He felt like a man given water after a long journey through the desert. When he reluctantly set her down, he grinned. “That’s more like it.”

“You can’t expect every kiss to be like that.” Emma looked around furtively. “What if someone was watching?”

“What if they were? We’ll give them a good show.” He patted her rear and got a slap on the hand for his effort. “Hey! Am I not allowed to touch? That’s not what you said the last time I -”

“Keith!” She cut him off, her face heating. “Let’s not . . . bring that up in public.” 

He looked around and raised an eyebrow. “There is literally no one here. What are you afraid of, hm?” Keith took her hand and raised it to his mouth. He nipped the tip of her forefinger and then kissed it. “I know. Talking about it excites you. Makes you want to do it again.”

Emma’s ears flushed and she looked away, trying to pull her hand back. “No! That’s - that’s not it. I’m not . . . excited. I’m embarrassed! Because if someone heard you . . .”

“They would know how much I love making love to you?” Keith grinned. He loved the way she looked when she wanted him but didn’t want to admit it. Her face was so expressive, even when she was trying to pretend nonchalance. Emma would never make a good courtier, but she was an amazing lover. 

She made a throaty little gasp as he nipped his way down her arm from her wrist to the little crook of her elbow. He bent his head to reach, letting his hair fall into his face to screen his wicked smile. 

“You are so - grrrr!” Her attempt at a growl was adorable. 

Keith backed her up to the stone arch, bending further to kiss her neck and bare shoulders. He drew the flower petals along her skin after his lips, and her skin dimpled and flushed from the touch. “And you are so wonderful. Did I ever tell you that I love the way you taste?”

Emma’s breath shook as she tried to seem unaffected by his desire. “Nope. No. Definitely not a compliment you’ve mentioned. D-does that mean you’re going to eat me?”

“All up,” he laughed. “Like the big bad wolf. You’ll be my red riding hood.” Keith stepped back. “But first I have to catch you.”

For a breath, she looked uncertain, trying to decide if he was joking or serious. Then she lifted her skirt with one hand, laughing as she spun around. She was off like a wild hare, down the path and around the hedge.

A kind man might have given her to the count of ten. Afterall, she was shorter and didn’t have his training. But Keith wanted to catch her. Besides, he’d already given away a headstart. He bolted after, a hound on the scent. 

Though he was faster, Keith hadn’t counted on Emma knowing the garden so much better than he did. She wove her path around hedges and thorny rows of vining roses. Somehow, she stayed a step ahead, even as he pushed himself to run faster. 

“Come on, Big Bad,” she giggled, ducking under a low gap in some flowering bushes. 

“Shouldn’t taunt the beast,” he gave her a feral grin as he launched himself over the bush instead of under, landing right in her path. She had nowhere to go as the other direction was blocked by an old evergreen tree.

Emma laughed in surprise, narrowly avoiding his grasp. “Too slow!” 

Keith felt a surge of affection for his silly, precious, teasing girl. “Just means you fell for the feint.” He lunged to catch her as she tripped over his strategically placed foot. 

“Oh no,” she pretended terror. “Now I’m in trouble.”

“Big trouble,” he confirmed, and tucked the rose into her bun. Her eyes went wide as he leaned down and bit her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, lapping and suckling the spot to leave a love-bite behind. 

She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure. 

The expression only urged him on as he kissed down her collarbone, and tugged the bodice of her dress lower to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the chill air, and dimpled with cold. He took one in hand and the other he kissed. “Emma.”

“Mmm, y-yes,” she opened her eyes to look down at him.

“I want to make love to you.”

“H-here?” Her eyes opened wider.

Keith caressed her nipple with his tongue, eliciting another gasp from her. “Here.” He lifted her with a hand around her waist, moving her against the tree. They were screened from view by the evergreen boughs. The air smelled of sweet sap and the sharp, clean scent of pine. “Please?”

She gave a soft chuff of laughter. “Big bad wolf asks permission, hm?”

“Say yes?” He slipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers teasing up her thigh. He brushed his thumb along the line of her panties, and could feel her warmth beneath. “I know you want me to.”

“I do,” she admitted, her breath unsteady. “But if - if someone comes . . .”

“Besides you and me?” He grinned, his finger sliding beneath the lace edge to caress her most sensitive places. Keith let his calloused fingertip brush across her hard little pearl. Her bare skin was almost hot to the touch, and already slick. 

Emma arched into his touch with a muffled moan. “You are so wicked!” 

Keith laughed, his breath strained as he contained his desire. He wanted her so badly that he almost shook from it. An addict, denied. “You knew that already.” His fingers strummed her, finding a melody she liked. He could tell by the way she tensed and trembled, hips twitching. “Let me have you.”

“I - I -” she bit her lip to hold back another pleased sound. Her back arched, pushing her into his hand, grinding against him for more. Her body knew what it wanted, even if she was still deciding. But Keith held back, keeping her on the edge, the rhythm of his play inconsistent. Fast and then slow and then still. 

Emma gave a desperate, breathy laugh. “Damned tease. Alright. Yes. God, yes. But quiet!” 

The next sound was tearing fabric as Keith impatiently removed the obstacle to their pleasure. It took only a moment for his belt to hang open, ends undone. A shock of cold air and then he was pushing past the silk folds of her skin and into the heat of her core. Ecstasy coursed through him, and he nearly buckled then. She felt so good. There was nothing in the world like being joined with his lover, flesh to flesh and heart to heart. 

He drew out slowly, angled up to stroke her pearl with his shaft, and then in again in one hard, swift motion. Impaling her on him again. 

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands holding onto his shoulders, face pressed against his neck to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. Wordless sounds to urge him on, gasped endearments, and ragged breath. 

Each time he thrust into her, his world nearly shattered into shards of pure bliss. Keith held himself back by a thread. A breath. He wanted to bring her to her peak first, to feel her shudder against him, the flood of heat washing over his aching cock. Then he would let go. But it was so hard to hold back against the velvet caress of her. 

Then she bit his neck, a love-bite, and he couldn’t hold back longer. He pushed deep, his whole body narrowing to just her. The smell of her, the feel of her, the sound. There was nothing but his lover in the world. He shuddered, gasping as he came. 

His climax pushed her over the edge, and she found her release in the same moment. Trembling, as she rode out the waves of her bliss. 

For a long few breaths, they clung to each other, supported by the tree at her back and not by their quivering limbs. Keith kissed her again, a gentle, slow kiss that drew out the pleasure between them. He wanted the moment to never end, but he was spent - for now. He slipped out of her and pulled back, letting her skirt fall back down.

As he made himself presentable, she asked, “Did you follow me out here just to make love in the garden?”

“Hm? No.” Keith chuckled, the effect a little different with his breath still ragged. “I came out to invite you to lunch. But you were so lovely. And then we kissed and I wanted you.”

Emma smiled, her gaze warm and full of love. “I guess I should be more careful with those kisses.”

“Or we might end up making love in even more inappropriate places?” His smile stretched wider. “I can think of a lot of places we shouldn’t. But it would be fun. I’ll make a list.”

“You will not!” Her expression was horrified as she laughed. “I don’t even want to know what you’d come up with. The throne room? The city square? No. Absolutely not.”

Keith shrugged. “Never say never. Those are pretty good ones too. Gotta right that down . . .”

She smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare.” 

“You are so cute when you’re mad.” He pulled her into a hug. 

“Keith. That wasn’t reassuring.” Emma poked a finger at his chest as he picked her up. “Keith? Keith! I’m serious!”

He just laughed as he carried her back to the palace.

[jacenotjason]

*slowly appears from the void*

Would it be alright, if I requested some Fun Facts about Ma? I am so very curious and I wanna hear all the things about the characters-

Hey how did you do that? Ma facts? Oh sure >:D *throws goldfish into the void*

Funfacts n notso funfacts round with Ma!

(HERES THE AU!)

Fun Facts

She’d pierce more of her if she could, but.. ya can’t really pierce a bird? If i drew her in a human au she’d have WAY MORE piercings!

SHE CAN FLY! She just doesnt like to lol

Her hair isn’t naturally that neon rainbow, its black underneath! She regularly bleaches and dyes, usually in the company of others bc its always funner, and you need someone to check the back!

Ma is a mix of birds, but she’s mostly eagle!! Thats where she gets her big ol talons!

Her talons are really sharp! She always tells ppl to mind them when they’re close. (Aa i can imagine her saying that actually “I’m so happy you decided to-, watch the talons, sugar- come over today”)

She has a leather bag with spikes that says “PUNK MOM” in bright green, its her ma bag >:D she carry’s snacks, first aid utensils, and medication! Mostly anxiety medicine or pain meds.

She is the tallest neighbor, beating Barnaby by about half a foot

She went to Mother Mary’s School for Problematic Boys, after she came out. She was sent at 17

She met Barnaby there ^ she was astonished by how brainwashed Barnaby was, since he was sent there so young he was so accustomed to all the teachings. Poppy decided she wouldn’t just escape, she’d take Barnaby with her!

In the school, everyone went by their last names. (Adults called the kids “Son ____” and kids called the adults “Mother ____” and “Father ____”, kids call each other “Brother ____”. They thought they were a big family, basically. Its a very stereotypical cult.) which explains why Barnaby doesn’t know her deadname! He called her “Brother Partridge”, when they escaped they traded their real names, and ofc ma said to call her Poppy

Poppy calls her parents every year or so, (“just makin’ sure they’re still bigoted. Aha, just kiddin’, I don’t have to check.”)

I like to think Ma has a southern accent. I don’t actually know where she would’ve developed it, but it fits with the mom vibe ok?

She’s horrible at baking, but AWESOME AT COOKING. Like go to her house every thanksgiving. Not even, go for dinner she’ll happily cook you some heaven sent meal im serious.

Poppy was originally going to be completely greyscale, no neon whatsoever. I changed it bc it looked way too gloomy and.. bad.

Poppy would happily say yes to a “Hey Mister*” (*teens standing outside a store and asking adults to buy them alcohol/cigarettes. This literally never works, but Ma would get u some as long as u promised to be safe, and might even make u party at her house)

Not-So Fun Facts

Ok some context for this one: Barnaby was going to be killed by the cult. Before a sacrifice or killing someone that stepped out of line (thats what Barnaby did) they down a cup of wine to cleanse themselves before taking a life. Poppy knew they’d kill Barnaby and poisoned the wine. She pretended to drink it as everyone else did, and bit her tongue as she waited for it to work. If it took even just a few more seconds to kick in, Barnaby would’ve been killed

The poison wasn’t lethal, in Poppy’s words, “they’ll shit weird for a week and vomit more then a tween with bulimia, but they’ll live.”

If it wasn’t obvious her parents are transphobic

I don’t have a lot of notso funfacts for Ma.. shes doin ok <3

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Warning: Angst, sadness, a happy ending, though. It's pretty long, too.

Steve doesn't tell the party about his dreams. He wasn't sure if they were nightmares or. . . something else. They all start and end the same way. He's walking that path in the upside down like they did before, talking and laughing with Eddie leaning in close. That doesn't change, but sometimes it does. Sometimes, it's Eddie still begging him to go to Nancy. Other times, it's Eddie calling to him, begging Steve to choose him, that he's right here. There are quite a few where Eddie still says the same thing about Nancy, but then it is Steve who is the one changing it up.

"I don't want Nancy, Eddie, I want you," Steve would say softly and then Eddie is moving away from him with Steve trying to reach out, to grab him.

The dream ends with Steve lying in bed and Eddie hovering over him, floating inches from his face.

"I'm still here, big boy, come and get me," Eddie smirked and then kissed him.

Steve would wake up, chasing the kiss, and the tears would burst out of him when he realized that wasn't there. It's been months since his death since they defeated Vecna. Everyone moved on, so why couldn't he? Well, everyone except Wayne, that is, and Dustin was moving forward, but he was also still having trouble with it. It was difficult, but every Friday night, Steve went with Dustin to have dinner with Wayne to let him know that he wasn't alone.

One evening, it was just him and Wayne, Dustin had been sick. They ate dinner in front of the TV and discussed sports, and then they talked about Eddie. With a smile on his face, Wayne would tell Steve how much like Eddie Dustin is, and then they would exchange stories about them as if to compare. Wayne would tell him about how Eddie, even though he didn't like sports, he would sit here with Wayne as he drew in his sketchbook or his d&d notebook. He didn't like sports, but he always made sure Wayne didn't have to watch it alone. Steve had been quick to offer to watch it with him, and Wayne laughed before pulling him into a hug.

Eventually, he was seeing Wayne twice a week for dinner and sports. He would get to hear all about Eddie, from the time he was a baby and up. Apparently, he was always a dramatic, energetic person who had a penchant for storytelling even when he was a toddler. He would just babble and wave his arms around. Wayne had helped look after him since he was a baby, one of the greatest joys of his life. After a moment, Wayne had paused and asked why Steve seemed to eat up stories about Eddie.

"I was too late. . .too late in getting to know him, and I wish that I had because he could have. . .I think he could have been. . .he could have been something," Steve had choked up. "We could have been something."

"I loved my brother, but he was a goddamn idiot who didn't know what he had. Eddie's mother. . .she met him first and so, she fell in love with him. When I met her, well, I thought I had met an angel. My brother, all he saw was someone that he could use. . .manipulate. Some days I wished that I had met her first and other days I am glad I didn't because her choice gave me Eddie. Most of all, I wished that I had told her about how I felt when she was alive. We both waited too long, and we both paid the price for it. You're not alone in that," Wayne had told him, and Steve hugged him. 

He remembered crying hard that night just as he was crying now. He had made a confession that night, something he had never told anyone. Not even Robin. Speaking of Robin, he had to get up to get ready for work. She had taken off a year for him, even though he had told her that wasn't necessary. Robin and the others never seemed to believe him when he said that he was fine. He ate, stayed in shape, went to work, and ferried everyone like usual. Maybe they didn't like the hair and the beard. His hair was longer, tickling his shoulders, and the beard. . . Well, it was more than a five o'clock shadow, hugging his face. So, what if he stopped using his product in his hair? He didn't see the point anymore.

"Well, that was rude," Robin spoke softly as she leaned against the counter.

They had been in the middle of their shift when a girl had walked in and tried to talk him up. He thought he had been gentle with her.

"Was that not nice?" Steve asked.

"The words were nice, your face, however. . .," Robin trailed off. "You know that was the first girl in a long time that had the balls to approach you. Every other girl who tried, you would growl and grump at. I mean, you literally growled at a couple of them."

"I'm just not interested," Steve replied.

"Yeah, why is that again? Is because of Nancy? No, that can't be it," Robin said. "You've been like this since Eddie died. If I didn't know any better, I'd say - "

"What do you want, Robin?!" Steve asked as he slammed a tape down.

"I want Steve back, and you're not him. You're like an empty shell except for when you're with Wayne. Dustin tells me that it's almost like you're you again when you're at dinner. I miss you, Steve. We all do.  I miss my best friend. I wish you could talk to me," Robin said, teary eyes.

"I'm right here, Robin," Steve replied.

"No, Steve, you're not," Robin told him and walked into the backroom.

When Steve got home, haunted by Robin's words, he looked in the mirror. For the first time, he could see what Robin saw. A man who didn't care. Who couldn't care. The bags under his eyes were a deep purple, and there was barely any light in his eyes, none at all. The beard wasn't bad but the hair. . .ugh, it needed a good wash. The length looked good, at least. Maybe he should grow it out some more. He looked into his eyes again and winced. They were haunted. . .

Dustin was crying over Eddie's bloody body when they got to him, and it was like a punch to his gut. When Steve saw Eddie's unseeing big brown eyes, he fell to his knees and tried to bring him back. It sucked, he thought, for a first kiss. Does it really count, though? All he could think, as Nancy and Robin pulled him away, was about how much he had failed. He failed Dustin, and he failed Eddie.

Steve let out a scream and punched the mirror. He was slow, always too slow. He was too slow to save Eddie and was too slow to realize what was truly important. His hand was bleeding, and he sighed before pulling out the glass, then put a stop to the bleeding. They had just left his body there. It was probably eaten by the demogorgons now. . .if they were still alive. It was a thought that ate at his own insides every single day. He had to know, had to end this even if it was a suicide mission. He shaved his beard, took a shower, and waited for night to fall completely.

After Vecna was destroyed and Max was brought back from the brink of death, her sight mostly intact, the town stitched itself back together. . . For the most part. There was only one gate left open, and that was the gate in Eddie's old trailer. No one knows why that gate is still open, but it's guarded, and no one lives in the trailer park anymore. It was loosely guarded at night, Steve would go there sometimes and watch it, as if he were guarding it himself. Or maybe he was always waiting for something big to happen. Steve showed up, geared up like he had been that day with the brown leather jacket, but this time he had thrown Eddie's vest over top of it. His hair was long enough that he could pull it into a small ponytail at the base of his skull. With a determined look on his face, he slipped into the trailer through the back window and paused inside Eddie's room. Wayne had taken most of his stuff, but not all. There were still some signs that Eddie Munson had lived there.

He took a moment and headed into the living room where the gate was waiting for him. He was going to bring his body back. He knew what kind of state it would be in when he got there, but he didn't care. He was going to bring it home. . .bring Eddie home and maybe then. . . .maybe then Steve will get some closure. Maybe then he'll get some sleep. Suddenly, a vine shot out and wrapped itself around Steve’s waist, pulling him into the Upside Down. Steve screamed as he was set gently on the floor of the trailer, and he looked up to find. . . Barb is standing over him.

"Hey, Harrington, took you long enough," Barb's voice spoke teasingly. "Been calling you for months now."

"What the fuck?" Steve asked and Barb laughed, her skin gray.

She went on to explain that she was both Barb and not Barb. She explained that part of Barb was preserved in the Upside Down. There were more things that Barbish had explained, but he had stopped listening after she told him that Eddie was alive.

"Bring me to him," Steve had demanded, and so she did.

Funnily enough, Eddie was lying in Steve's house in Steve's bed. A funky looking vine was down his throat, almost as if he were on life support.

"His wounds have healed, and you can take him home. We can not keep the gate open for much longer. We are still rebuilding," Barbish said. "We were never meant to cause harm. That was our number one rule. Henry came to us. We thought, we thought he was of need and we took care of him, but then he took advantage of our kindness, and he twisted our animals to become something evil, to serve his purpose. We didn't have the power to stop him, nor could we break our own law. We couldn't save Barb while also protecting the boy from Henry's influence, so Barb decided for us. She made the choice to save the boy.  When Eddie fell, we saw a chance to make things right. We tried to call out to you, but we didn't understand until now how deep a denial goes when you see something as fact."

"Can I take the tube out?" Steve asked, tears falling, and Barbish nodded.

He pulled the tube out, and Eddie took a breath without waking up. Steve caressed his cheek and cried when he felt his pulse beneath his fingertips.

"Steve, can you give Nancy something from me?" Barbish asked, holding a letter out to him. "Tell her I said I'm sorry. Also. . .you're not as bad I thought you were."

"Can't you come with us?" Steve asked.

"I can't. Not all Barb, remember? I'm part of the Upside Down now. That's what you call it, right?" Barbish asked. "Cute. Now, get the hell out of here. Please."

Steve tucked the note safely into his pocket and picked Eddie up into his arms. He was transported through the gate safely by the vines again, Eddie safely tucked against him and watched as the gate closed behind them after they left. He frowned when he thought about how he was going to do this to get Eddie out of the trailer. He set Eddie down gently and pulled the mattress off of Wayne's old foldout, and managed to squeeze it out the back window. He picked Eddie up and tossed him out the window, wincing. He looked out the window and saw him sprawled out on the mattress. He still wasn't awake. Steve breathed a sigh of relief and climbed out carefully before picking up Eddie again. He threw him over his shoulder and hurried as quietly as he could to his could. He was pulling out when the guards came running around back.

As soon as he entered his house, he brought Eddie upstairs to get him cleaned up. He wasn't going to be a pervert or anything, but he knew those clothes must be sticking to him. He had managed to remove the jacket, but he had to cut off the shirt. He was tossing away the remains when he heard it.

"Damn, Harrington, if you wanted me out of my clothes, all you had to do was ask," Eddie's voice croaked.

Steve turned around to find Eddie blinking sleepily at him. He had shifted some and was now leaning against the bathtub. Steve collapsed next to him, burrowed his face into his neck, and sobbed. It was embarrassing how much he had cried until Eddie hugged him back and cried even harder than him. Steve pulled back, and everything that happened over the last year came bursting out of him. He told him how hard it was to move forward, how he dreamed about him every night, and how he and Dustin took care of Wayne. He told him how fucking mad he was at Eddie that he didn't stick to the plan and how mad he was that Steve himself was too slow.

"Thank you," Eddie said quietly.

"For what?" He asked.

"For taking care of Uncle Wayne," Eddie replied.

"You should know. . .that he showed us all of your baby photos," Steve said with a smirk.

"Goddamnit!"

Then they burst into laughter and laughed for what seemed like hours.

"I need to brush my teeth and then I need to fucking shower. Care to join me, big boy?"

"Fuck. Yes."

The next morning came, and Eddie was still here, resting comfortably on Steve’s chest and wearing his clothes. His mouth was open, and drool was pouring out onto Steve’s shirt. Fuck, he was cute. He slipped away to make a couple of calls and when he was done, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him after he hung up the phone. Eddie clutched his hips, spun him around, and attached his lips to his. Steve wanted to cry again and damn it, shouldn't he be out of tears? He could keep kissing Eddie forever. He sighed against Eddie's lips and they broke apart.

"This was was the worst year of my fucking life," Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry," Eddie replied.

"You're here now," Steve said.

Eddie had disappeared into the kitchen once Steve told him the rest of the party would be arriving shortly. He wanted to make a dramatic entrance. He opened the door when they knocked, a wide grin on his face causing Robin to yell.

"Oh my God! Your face!" Robin exclaimed.

"I thought you wanted me to be happy, Robin," Steve said sarcastically.

"I think she's talking about the fact that we can see your face and the fact that you washed your hair," Dustin said. "What's got you so happy?"

"Come on in, and I'll explain everything," Steve said with a giggle.

"Okay, it's creepy how happy you are. You've finally lost it and you're planning on killing us," Max said. "Hopper, can you arrest someone if you think that they might become a serial killer?"

"No," Hopper said, giving him a strange looking before following Max inside.

"Thanks for that, Maxine, I'm a little less happy now," Steve said, but there was still a spring in his step as he ushered everyone into the living room. "Okay, you can come on out now."

He paused, waiting for Eddie to come in, but there was nothing. Steve was suddenly afraid. Shit. Maybe it was all a dream. Then came the sound of feet slapping against the floor as he ran, and everyone tensed up. Eddie burst into the room, his arms spread wide and a grin on his face.

"I'm back, bitches!" Eddie exclaimed.

Dustin started to run toward him, but Hopper caught him before he could reach him. The teenager exploded into a string of curses, which caused a chain reaction of questions from the others. There was no stopping Wayne from pushing forward and pulling Eddie into a hug, crying tears of joy. Once he got everyone calmed down and El made sure it was Eddie, Steve explained everything from the dreams to Barb. Nancy had burst into tears at that, crying harder when Steve handed her the letter with Barb's hand writing on it.

"There's a part of her still alive, Nancy," Steve said. "She said that what happened to her wasn't our fault. She said that we all made choices that night."

Nancy hugged Steve, and everyone let them have their moment before Joyce spoke up.

"I'm glad that everything worked out, Steve, but what you did was pretty reckless," Joyce said gently.

"Says the woman who went all the way to Russia to break Hopper out of a Russian prison," Steve said.

"That's different," Joyce said.

"Is it?"

"Oh."

The kids were busy talking to Eddie when Steve mouthed to Joyce: 'worth it', and she smiled, understanding now. Robin suddenly leaned heavily into his side.

"You're back," Robin said. 

"I am."

"I'm happy for you, dingus."

A few days later. . .

"I'm just. . .happy."

Eddie was curled up into Steve’s side as he doodled in his notebook, his tongue sticking out. Steve gazed at him, a crooked smile on his face. Wayne sat in the armchair and glanced at them. His boys. He never got his second chance, but his boy did, and that was the most important thing, wasn't it?

"Aren't you guys supposed to be watching the game? Why the hell are you both watching me? Do I have something stuck in my hair again?"

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- use of a few offensive words

A/N- I love how they're finally getting along😽 Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife

Ch-36 ~Old rivalry, new friendship~

Anaya quickly recognized the familiar voice. Zoya Nazyalensky swept through the crowd, her black hair shining in the sunlight and her deep blue eyes fierce as always.

“I speak for the Etherealki,” she spoke. “And we will follow the Sun Summoner.”

Anaya was surprised to hear her words

“Not all of us,” Marie piped up weakly. 

Zoya gave a disdainful laugh. “Yes, we know you support Sergei in all his endeavours, Marie. But this isn’t a late-night tryst by the banya. We’re talking about the future of the Grisha and all of Ravka.”

Snickers greeted Zoya’s pronouncement, and Marie turned bright red.

“That’s enough, Zoya,” snapped Sergei.

An inferni stepped forward. “Marie is right,” he spoke. “You don’t speak for all of us, Zoya. I’d prefer to see an Etherealnik at the head of the Second Army, but it shouldn’t be her.” He pointed a finger at Alina. “She wasn’t even raised here.”

“That’s right!” called out a Corporalnik. “She’s been a Grisha less than a year!”

“Grisha are born, not made,” growled Tolya, finally coming out of his shell

“And who are you?” asked Sergei, his natural arrogance showing through.

Tolya’s hand went to his curved sword. “I am Tolya Yul- Baatar. I was raised far from this corpse of a palace, and I’d be happy to prove that I can stop your heart.”

“You’re Grisha?” Sergei asked incredulously.

“As much as you are,” replied Tamar, her gold eyes flashing.

“And what about you?” Sergei asked Mal.

“I’m just a soldier,” Mal replied, moving to stand beside Alina. “Her soldier.”

“As are we all,” added Fedyor. “We returned to Os Alta to serve the Sun Summoner, not some posturing boy.”

Another Corporalnik got to his feet. “You’re just one more coward who fled when the Darkling fell. You have no right to come here and insult us.”

“And what about her?” cried another Squaller. “How do we know she isn’t working with the Darkling? She helped him destroy Novokribirsk.”

“And she shared his bed!” shouted another.

“Just what is your relationship with Nikolai Lantsov?” demanded a Fabrikator.

“What was your relationship with the Darkling?” came a shrill voice.

“Does it matter?” Alina asked coolly, the growing tension in her demeanour was clearly visible

“Of course it does,” said Sergei. “How can we be sure of your loyalty?”

“You have no right to question her!” shouted one of the Summoners.

“Why?” retorted a Healer. “Because she’s a living Saint?”

“Put her in a chapel where she belongs!” someone yelled.

“Get her and her rabble out of the Little Palace.”

Tolya reached for his sword. Tamar and Sergei both raised their hands. Marie drew her flint and several squaller winds could be felt all around. Anger crept up Anaya until she could no longer contain it

"Enough of this!" her sudden voice echoed throughout the hall, making everyone go silent. "She might be inexperienced and she has only been a Grisha for less than a year but she has been the only one with enough courage to face the Darkling. She did what none of us could, she tried to stand for what was right. I saw it!" She continued. "She attempted to help me escape even though I was nothing more than another Grisha who stood by when that man massacred an entire town. And yes, she might not be the best choice, but she's our only proper choice" her voice boomed through the hall.

Everyone looked at her in awe, surprised by what she'd said. It was the first she'd spoken with such intensity and the first time she'd spoken in this argument at all.

"How do you even know she's truly doing it out of the kindness of her heart? What if she's planning an insurgence with the Darkling and will be sure to feed him our plans?" a Corporalnik beamed with contempt

Anaya narrowed her eyebrows, her eyes brimming with rage. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything a resounding crack shook the room. She looked at the ceiling above her with utter shock. The Grisha screamed and backed away, crowding against the walls. Daylight poured in through a jagged fissure above them. Alina had split the golden dome open like a giant egg.

A deep silence followed as every Grisha turned to Alina in terrified disbelief. 

“You think the Darkling is powerful?” she asked with an icy clarity in her voice. “You have no idea what he is capable of. Only I have seen what he can do. Only I have faced him and lived to tell about it. I don’t care if you think I’m a Saint or a fool or the Darkling’s whore. If you want to remain at the Little Palace, you will follow me. And if you don’t like it, you will be gone by tonight, or I will have you in chains. I am a soldier. I am the Sun Summoner. And I’m the only chance you have.”

She strode across the room and threw open the doors to the Darkling’s chambers.

Anaya still had a stunned look plastered over her face. She knew that the girl wasn't foolish but she'd never anticipated her to do something like that.  She then noticed Zoya hurrying out of the hall, and followed her without giving it a second thought.

                                                  ..................................................................................................

 Anaya noticed Zoya sitting by herself near the banya. She took a deep breath and went nearer with steady steps.

"May I join?" Anaya asked in a soft voice

Zoya turned to look at her, "Sure" she responded, her voice unusually calm

Anaya sat on the wooden bench near her. Silence stirred in the environment until Anaya spoke, "I couldn't believe you stood with Alina" she said

"I could say the same for you" she responded

"Well, back on the fold, I saw what she truly wanted. She even attempted to stop him"

"I knew the girl was capable of more, but I did not anticipate that" a hint of surprise was reflected in Zoya's words

"Yeah, me neither. You should've seen Sergei's face, he appeared as if his eyeballs were going to fall to the ground" Anaya gave a slight grin

"I did, he looked like he was going to bury himself in the ground" 

A short moment of silence followed. "I saw it, her name" Anaya spoke in voice no more than a soft whisper 

Zoya turned her head to meet her gaze, "I know, I went there, to Novokribirsk" she spoke, her voice growing somber. "She saved a boy's life, but couldn't do the same for her own" she looked down at her shoes

Anaya let out a small sigh, "It's maddening how people once standing by your side, can turn against you in such a haste"

"Do you really believe we can defeat him?" Zoya spoke after a shot pause

"I don't know, but I like the idea of trying, better than sitting idle and waiting for our demise. Besides, he has done too much to be forgiven anymore" she closed her eyes, remembering all that man had taken from her

"What did he do to you?" 

"Doesn't matter. What matters is how we're going to pay him back" 

"Yeah"

Both of them sat in silence until Anaya broke it, "Anyways, do you know how I basically split the true sea in half and saved everyone?" she spoke with great enthusiasm

"Really? I don't believe that" Zoya raised an eyebrow

"It's true! You can ask Rabeah or Alina or whoever. I was drowning and then suddenly I swas floating upwards and I raised the waters and the sea split in half and I froze the water beneath my feet and I was literally standing on the centre" she continued, wavering her arms

"Really? that's unbelieve Nasarzareen"

"Nasrazeen!" Anaya responded with exasperation

[meetmyothersouls]

I am literally SO obsessed with your writing style, dialogue, and characterizations! They've taken over my brain! May I make a request? Just Timmy in all of his awkward glory (which I adore him for) trying to court someone horrendously shy and easily flustered. Please and thank you! If this is bad please ignore it!

Hi!!! I’m so sorry this took me so long to get to, but thank you SO much!!! I hope you’re still around to read this request, and if you are let me know what you think? 

The Bookstore

Warnings: an awkward TChalamet

You spent many evenings in your favorite book store. It’s where you went when you were sad, happy, angry, any mood really; something about being surrounded by books made you feel content, safe. Maybe it was the old, earthy smell of millions of pages that filled the store, maybe it was the over all peaceful demeanor of the book store itself. You didn’t have to worry about the hatred in the world or work or your terrible relationship with your mother. You did, however, have to worry about the man following you down every aisle, pretending to stop and read books at the exact same time you did. 

You made your way to the fantasy section and picked up a book, sneaking a peek above it to see if he followed you. Sure enough, he was there; holding a book, looking over it at you, just as you were doing to him. You both snapped your eyes back down to the pages, pretending to read. Even from the few feet he stood from you, you could tell his eyes were beautiful. Too beautiful for you to be scared. He flipped through the pages of his book too quickly to actually be reading any words. He took a few steps forward, not bothering to look up, tripping over his feet as he approached you. 

“Hey,” he said, closing his book and holding it under his arm. 

He was so gorgeous it made you speechless. Ethereal was the only word that could be used to describe him. He face was angular like it was sculpted by an ancient Greek artist. His eyes were, indeed, beautiful; a shade of green mixed with blue and flecks of gold. You looked back down at your book, hoping he didn’t notice how you lost in him you were. “Hey,” you replied, focusing on a single word on the page. 

He cleared his throat, “you...uh...you kinda look like someone who reads a lot.” 

You looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. 

He stammered in response, “I..I...I just mean that you look very smart and you spend a lot of time in this bookstore. I mean I see you all the time and I..”

You lowered your book completely, staring at him in awe. Had he been watching you here...and if so for how long? Did he work here? If he sees you here all the time, then that must mean he’s here all the time...right?

“Oh, geez, I’m not...hah...this isn’t going very well...I’m sorry.” He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear that immediately fell back into its original place. “Shit...uhm...hi,” he extended his hand, “I’m Timothee.” He quickly drew back his hand before you had a chance to take it, wiping it on his pants, then offered it again. You smiled, taking his hand and shaking it twice, “Y/n. So, have you been...watching me here or?”

Timothee held up a finger and opened his mouth to explain himself, “Hah, well, I mean I didn’t intend...yeah, yeah I have. I’m sorry that’s really creepy isn’t it?” 

You couldn’t hide your laugh, “yeah it is kinda creepy.” Not that you minded. A gorgeous man seeking you out in a bookstore? This was the stuff you dreamed about.

He stood there staring at you, a grin spread wide on his face, but he was silent. And so were you. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue reciprocating the eye contact he was giving you. You felt yourself blush at the feeling of his eyes on you. This is actually why you came to this bookstore, people didn’t know about it and people didn’t bother you. Now this Timothee fellow found you and your secret was out.

The lights in the store turned off in unison, saving you from his gaze. You felt yourself relax, but then there was his voice, equally as tantalizing as his looks, “fuck, did the power just go out?”

You chuckled, “no, they’re closed.”

“They don’t give anyone any warning or anything?” His voice bounced behind you as you started walking to the front.

“That is the warning.”

The two of you made it outside just as the owner was shutting the door. He nodded and walked to his car, leaving the two of you standing outside of the shop.

“We almost got locked in,” you turned to him, his face illuminated beautifully by the moonlight, “I mean, not that I’d complain…about, you know…never mind.”

You couldn’t contain your smile or the blush that creeped onto your cheeks yet again; you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Listen, let me just ask you this before I make even more of a fool of myself tonight and scare you away completely.”

You shifted on your feet. This wasn’t happening. There was no way this man, who resembled a fantasy character or a Greek fucking god was about to ask you out. You shoved the thought from your head, not wanting to get your hopes up.

He breathed deep before asking, “would you, by any chance, let me take you to dinner or a movie or a walk in the park, something?”

Holy fucking shit.

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