#technically the angel could just walk out of the ocean

[thatcharmingjerk]

Hmm I had a dream that spn had some angel hässäkkä lore, about angels that had fallen/had been taken down in the ocean

Like for whatever reason the ocean floor was really bad place for human inhabiting angels, they dozed off and were in pain at first there, but the long dead people tended to haunt the bodies they were in??? I think? And like sometimes the angel would wake up and its human body would be trying to walk/was moving it's legs and-

I thought this was very cool and interesting in the dream..!

[ladymercysletters]

Aegon the Soft

Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count : 1474

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I haven't written in years so please bear with this. I just have some very soft feelings for the Targ siblings. All they need is a hug I SWEAR! anyways, hope you like it

When Aegon first married, he tried to be around you as little as possible. It was best that way, everyone else who should technically love him in his life never has; why would you be any different. The bedding ceremony had been performed; he had done his duty. He must only put a few heirs in you and that would be that. He finished that thought with the downing of his drink. Slamming the cup down on the table his men cheered around him, filling his cup as the merriment continued.

The hour was late, or early – who knew, when Aegon and his men finally dragged themselves back to the Red Keep. Sober knights greeted them and took the prince back to his rooms, depositing him on his bed.

“My Wife! Bring my wife to me!” he shouted, lolling about on his sheets and he struggled to stand.

“My prince, the hour is late an…”

“I know the hour. I said now!”

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Was he on a ship. He must be on a ship. His stomach rolled and churned so much it must be the waves on the ocean. Blinking blearily into the sunlight he vaguely felt fingers running through his hair. Aegon finally managed to focus his eyes on his bedside table, and the jug of water placed on it. The soft touch continued to caress his forehead and brush through the silver strands falling in front of his eyes.

“Good morning husband. How are you feeling this morning?” Aegon blinked and his mind cleared slightly. His wife was in his bed. You were stroking his hair from his face and asking if he was well? Thoughts flew through his head and as he jolted from the knowledge you were right behind him, his stomach reminded him of his current state and he rolled ungracefully from the bed. He landed sprawled on the floor causing a sharp gasp to leave your mouth as you watched your severely hungover husband groan and roll around tangled in sheets before moving like a slug to the open doors of his balcony and slamming them close behind him.

You couldn’t see him like this. He hadn’t even managed to face you, but he knew he must look terrible and there was something in him, ridiculous as it may be, that wanted to keep you under the illusion that he wasn’t a complete failure. Once he’d finished evacuating the contents of his stomach off his balcony, and damningly close to his brother who was just making his way onto the training grounds for his morning spar with Cole, he inhaled deeply before steeling himself to walk back inside.

Opening the doors to his rooms, he saw you sitting prettily on the end of his bed. Hair fallen perfectly to frame your face, wearing only in a linen shift you had presumably slept in by his side all night – surely his wife had been carved by angels. Bustling in the room brought him back and he drew the sheets tighter around his waist. Maids flitted in and out, making up the bath and serving breakfast on a table set up at the end of the bed.

“Better?” you said shyly smiling at him. “I thought you might need something to line your stomach – and possibly a bath.” You trailed off. You’re right. He smelled revolting.

He doesn’t quite understand how or why you could be so nice to him, he thinks as he sinks into the steaming perfumed water. Especially as a vague memory of the previous night comes back to him, he’d stumbled back into the keep, pissed as a newt, and demanded you come to him to fulfil your wifely duties. Closing his eyes, Aegon felt his muscles relax in the warmth. Even his head lessened from the soothing lavender scent.

This time he felt your presence behind him before your touch. Softly, again, you carded your fingers through his hair, moving him gently forward so you could wash him. Your gentle touch was so foreign to him. Even when he was washed by the servants, they were never this gentle with him. The warm water cascaded down his back, your fingers working a floral scented soap into his hair and pressing firmly against his scalp. The sensation was heavenly. The warmth of your body surrounded him as you leant him back again to rinse the soap from his hair.

Once he was cleaned you set a small pillow at the back of the tub for him to rest his head on. Though he was a prince he was sure he had never been as pampered as this. He stared up into your face as he leant his head back, taking in the soft fluttering of your eyelashes and the curve of your cheeks and lips.

Though you had been married for over two moons now Aegon didn’t think he had ever really looked at you before now. Surely he would have lingered around you more if he had seen what a beauty he had married. Your mere presence brought him peace, and whilst he could not understand why you were being so kind to him, his heart overstepped his mind and let him live in this fantasy for just a moment longer; practically jumping from his chest when he felt you lay soft kisses along his hairline. Your warm smell invaded his nostrils and his eyes fluttered open to discover your neck and cleavage so close to his face. Your skin looked so smooth, and his lips ached for him to lean closer and place a reverent kiss to your collar.

You took a towel and held it out for him, helping him dry as he stepped out of the tub. His eyes rolled over your body as he dressed, tucking his loose shirt into linen britches as he watched you arrange the chairs around the breakfast table.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” his voice wavered ever so slightly at the question falling from his mouth.

“Aegon?” you replied. Softly breathing his name as you turned to face him. He was sure the sweet sound of your voice confirmed you had been sent from the gods. “I am here to care for you. I am your wife…” His face fell slightly at that, which you saw. Of course you were there for your duty. The thought brought back his words from the previous evening. Wifely duties. You were fulfilling your side of the bargain. “… and I like you.” You finished.

You studied his face as he looked at you. His delicate features held together by perfect milky skin. The rounded cupids bow of his lips forming a soft pout that was hard to resist. Though you’d seen his anger and drunkenness many times since your wedding and heard worse from the ladies of court before your arrival, you’d also seen the small sad look on his face whenever he’d leave a council meeting, or even just at dinner with his family. Although his mother had been nothing but kind and gentle with you, you could see this favour wasn’t extended to her own son, and his grandfather was even worse – openly mocking him with his father, the king when surely, they should have been teaching him.

Thoughts brought you back to reality as you stepped closer to him. Looking into his eyes, the pale violet seeming deeper towards his iris and wider as they searched yours for an answer. You softly took his wrist into your hands, sliding your fingers down to intertwine with his own you placed a small kiss between the crease in his brow.

“I am your wife. I know you did not choose me for love, or choose me at all, but I hope that you will know how much I care for you, and one day maybe you may care for me.” Aegon’s throat almost closed up, and his eyes betrayed him as they began to water. His thumbs barely moved to brush the backs of your hand bringing them up to place a kiss on your knuckles – gently leading you to sit next to him at the end of his bed.

The words struggled to form in his throat; a combination of a hangover and sudden emotion rendering him surprisingly catatonic. Your hand moved to stroke to side of his face, bringing his eyes back to your own.

“I will do my best” he whispered, leaning into the warmth of your palm. “I will do my best for you, and for our line.”

“I know you will. You will prove anyone who doubts you wrong.” You spoke, touching your forehead to his own. His eyes slipped closed once more, happy to bask in the bliss of your presence for as long as the gods would allow him.

[lightofthemoonglow]

Inexperienced Smut Prompts

8. “I’ve been wondering what it feels like…”

Norman Bates

It’s something he’s always kept buried deep down, it’s Norman’s dirty little secret. It has been such a great source of shame for so long that he had learned to live with it. Those desires were wrong, even the little flickers of want when he saw a lovely woman or that brief ache when he thought about someone else’s skin against his. Not even in a dirty way, just the thought of a hand holding his.

And then you had come along.

Lit up by the rising sun, you had been waiting by the office, sitting on top of your luggage, chin in your hands as you gazed up at the sky. As soon as you had noticed him, you had stood up and for a moment, it was as if the sun was inside of her. Your hair had looked like it was on fire as you had walked towards him and asked what rooms were available. For a moment, the light was all Norman could see and he wondered if he was in the presence of an angel.

And considering how things had changed after you had arrived, maybe you were an angel.

The lack of business at the motel meant that the two of you spent a lot of time together, maybe more than two people who were technically in a business relationship should. After all, there was very little to do at the motel once all the chores were done. It was easy to get things done quickly when there was only one guest. And then you started to help him, saying that you felt bad about sitting around all day while he worked to keep the motel so nice.

You had left home, escaping a suffocating family to try and find your own happiness. Norman understood the urge to leave and he wondered if he would ever leave. Your savings were enough for you to stay for a while, but the end would eventually come, as it did for all good things. But then, something good happened, almost a miracle. You found a job in town, you would be able to stay for as long as you wanted.

Things eventually changed, but that change had never been a given. Norman had never expected you to even think about him in any sort of way beyond a friend, much less reciprocate. But then you had touched his hand one night as the two of you had sat outside, looking up at the stars.

It had taken a while, it was gradual, but eventually the two of you wound up in your bed, curled up under the sheets. You were only in your slip, Norman was in his undershirt and underwear, his hands were shaking as his fingers curled around the straps of the garment that was the only thing in the way of him taking in the sight of your body.

And then, a burst of courage allows him to pull it off.

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like…” Norman whispers as he gazes down at your body, his heart racing as he takes in your breasts, the curls between your thighs. It feels like your body is an endless wonder, on par with the sky above or the ocean. A natural, beautiful thing, his own piece of heaven. “To…” He can’t say it, but you understand what he means.

A trembling hand reaches out, closing over your breast. Norman is shaking as his palm rubs over your nipple, crude yet gentle. His other hand goes between your legs, brushing over the hair before settling on your inner thigh. His fingers brush against you, so wet and so soft. You are so overwhelming and he’s so hard that it hurts for a brief moment.

And then he’s spilling into his underwear, nearly sobbing as he presses his fingers against you.

Instead of getting mad, you just smile and tenderly hold him to your bosom. “It’s alright, it’s alright, darling. There’s always next time. I’m so proud of you.”

Despite his unshed tears, Norman smiles.

[bvclee]

thing for mean girls

30. chicken

an/ sorry im not really good at making long chapters 😭

it has been four months since yunjin decided to win y/n's heart, sending her flowers now and then, taking her to cute dates, really getting to know each other.

it was now time for her to ask her to finally be her girlfriend, but she was beyond scared. y/n never did anything more than hold hands and cheek kisses, how could she be sure that y/n would be okay to kiss her for real.

"she's already in love with you!" eunchae groaned, her eyes gazing the present she got for her beloved.

"but what if she says no? what if she still doesn't trust me?" yunjin replied, her fingers tugging the rope of her sweat nervously.

chaewon let her body collapsed onto the blonde's bed next to kazuha, also groaning in annoyance, earning a giggled from the japanese.

although her friends praised her about the gift she brought, and their reassurance, yunjin was still nervous as ever. she may even say terrified of the idea that y/n could not love her back and rejected her.

"bitch, i have abandonment issues."

"girl, what does that even have to do with the situation?" sakura frowned, crossing her arms on her chest.

"everything!?" yunjin exhaled.

her eyes laid on the clock and her eyes widened. she was late for their date, the whole conversation made her forgot her actual goal.

"shit! i have to go! please, pray for me!" she almost yelled, running outside to her car.

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yunjin entered the quiet restaurant y/n always talked about, it was pretty chill and the atmosphere calming. the american felt a waves of panic when she saw her sitting here.

y/n looked absolutely stunning in this dress and yunjin wondered why she haven't seen it before.

"y/n, you're so... pretty." she let out almost out of breathe, sitting quickly in front of the girl.

"you're late." her angelic voice enveloping yunjin into a warm embrace, it felt like ocean waves.

"i know i'm sorry, eunchae just couldn't stop talking." it wasn't technically a lie though.

they ordered what they wanted to eat, enjoying their time together. yunjin fell hardly for her, her heart almost skipping beats when y/n giggled at her dorky attitude.

their night together was perfect, eating excellent food and talking about everything and nothing. most of the time it was yunjin speaking, but not because she was hogging everything here, because y/n was a listener.

she preferred listening people talk, and yunjin loved talking, it was a perfect match.

soon, they were out the restaurant, walking in the cold streets hand in hand. besides the fact that yunjin was almost sweating from stress, her hand gripped y/n's the second they exited the place.

"you're car is that far?" y/n whined in a whisper, her heels starting to hurt her feet.

yunjin chucked, giving a teasing look as she bumped onto her slightly.

"oh i almost forgot!" she stopped walking, letting go of her date's hand, looking into her pocket.

"here, for you." a mini box.

y/n eyes widened as she examined the present.

"are you proposing me–."

"what! no! wait do you want me to?" y/n rolled her eyes, she felt yunjin's nervousness.

her eyes looking at her like she was expecting something, fingers playing with her clothes and her lip stuck between her teeth.

y/n opened the little white box calmly, her heart softening at the sight of a cute necklace. it was a gold star necklace, not to shiny and not to big.

y/n love stars, it's probably something she told yunjin about one time a little bit to passionately.

"yunjin... this is..." y/n lost her words, completely and sure now that she was in love with the blonde.

it wasn't for the expensive gift, but the fact that yunjin remembered the only time she talked about stars months ago.

"you don't like it? it's okay you can say it." yunjin panicked, hee hands trying to reach the box.

"no! i love it, thank you." she wrapped her arms around the american, pulling her into a warm embrace.

yunjin loved her, and she needed to tell her.

"y/n, i know i hurt you in the past, and i'm so sorry for that. but now, i want to truly love you. i want you to be my girlfriend, to finally be mine. so, y/n, do you wanna be my girlfriend?" she asked hopefully.

y/n's fingers tapped on her chin, faking the fact that she was thinking about it.

"of course i will."

yunjin smiled, pulling her into another hug. this time it felt different, she was holding her girlfriend.

"can i kiss you?"

"moving fast, are we?" y/n teased as she put an hand on the blonde's cheek leaning in.

and finally, after months of running after her and trying to make her fall in love with her. y/n was kissing her.

the kiss wasn't like in movies when they feel electricity wash over them, no, it felt like she was on a cloud and her stomach was a cage of butterflies.

the kiss slow and yet passionate. it felt great, almost like they were meant.

what am i saying? they were meant to be.

y/n broke the kiss, grinning.

"i love you too, jen."

yunjin smiled as she leaned into a second kiss.

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[theslut4smut]

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 | 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: smut & fantasy

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, mermaids to humans, best friends to lovers trope, virgins, both of you are clueless yet horny, experimenting with touch and other sensations, nipple play, oral (both receiving), penetration, messy kisses.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: it’s giving little mermaid gone wild. no, seriously. this is the same exact plot and everything just… with sum sex.

and before you yell at me! they technically don’t speak

… is this allowed? 🫣

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father warned you about the dangers of the human world. they were malicious and vile up there. greedy, selfish and cruel.

but you couldn’t help but to be so in awe of all of it.

their trinkets and doo-dads, cheers and laughter, touches of affection, the way they walked on those… what are they called again?

you didn’t understand why father was so stubborn about it. he was so protective and controlling over you.

his strict rules made your curiosity even more intense. it’s like there were two sides of your brain fighting against each other.

one side wanted to obey father. he was much older and wiser, which meant he knew what he was talking about. and he was only so overbearing because of how much he loved and cared for you.

but the other side? it craved rebellion and adventure. it dared you to push the limits, swim a few feet closer to the surface, poke a finger or two out. just a little taste.

you loved collecting their lost items. they were like treasure. you didn’t understand how they operated, but that didn’t stop you from searching for new additions to your display everyday.

they were all so special and precious. you’d spend hours delicately caressing and admiring them as you hummed melodies to yourself.

you knew it was dangerous and that father would be upset, but that never stopped you before.

and that’s why you were here; standing before the evil sea queen herself, making a bargain.

that bargain, you may ask? your voice.

your voice that all of the seven seas knew and adored, that soothed any sad or aching heart, that filled the area with joy and peace.

and in exchange for what? a chance to be human.

you could only imagine how terribly upset father would be. the pain would be agonizing knowing that you could betray him in such a way.

but you needed this. you needed to be apart of the world you so desperately craved. you needed to feel the happiness your heart was long deprived of.

“sing!” she commands, sucking your angelic voice into the shell around her neck.

even if you wanted to go back, it was too late now.

you were terrified, but so desperate.

you look over to your best friend, jeongin. you can feel your heart ache as he experiences the same pain you’re going through.

he didn’t ask for this. he was always so, so good. always did what he was told to. made sacrifices to make everyone else happy.

you had met at such a young age and immediately grew close after discovering you both had a passion and talent for singing.

your parents loved to put the two of you together at gatherings and have you sing for all of your fellow merpeople and creatures.

and you loved him so dearly. as if he was your own brother. you could always count on him to be there for you and your shenanigans, fearfully following you into dangerous and abandoned places the ocean had deteriorated, reminding you of how upset your father will be and the risks of getting injured.

it must have drove him crazy the way you never listened, but he continued to watch out for you with a full and patient heart none the less.

when you told him of your plan to see the wicked sea queen, he begged for you not to. tugging at and pleading you not to go through with it. how she would find a way to make it unfair and cause harm to you.

as much as it broke you to see him so distraught, you couldn’t keep living this unfulfilling life. hoping and wondering what it could be like. feeling left out under the weight of the great sea.

so he jumped in too, sacrificing his all just so you wouldn’t have to be alone.

lights flash and bubbles whirl as you feel your body thrash around and change.

the sound of her despicable laugh fills your ears.

your eyes widen as your throat begins to close and you struggle to breathe. you swim upwards in a panic.

but moving around had never felt this hard before.

the pressure was unbearable as you fought your way to the top.

you start to become hazy, weak and fall behind before you feel jeongin grab onto you and pull you along with him.

the light shining down brings you peace and hope as you get closer and closer to your sweet escape.

the two of you break through the surface, coughing and panting as you both try and catch your breath.

you take this time to look around.

it was unbelievable.

a gorgeous sunny day, gentle waves crashing at the shore line, birds squawking as they roam the area.

you can see large boxes with translucent cutouts that the humans peered out of not so far out. that must be what they call their home.

the smell of something delicious causes you to inhale deeply through your nose as you imagine the different and interesting new type of cuisine you’d discover.

you turn back to jeongin, attempting to speak before smiling as you cover your mouth once realizing no words could come out.

he stares down into the water, a reminiscent look on his face.

you sigh as you move closer to him.

he raises both eyebrows and looks up once feeling your hands on either side of his face.

you smile warmly as you look into his eyes and place your forehead against his, hoping he can feel your appreciation even though you can’t verbally express it.

he gives you a soft smile as he grabs onto your wrists, relaxing into your touch as he exhales.

you stay like that for a moment before pointing to the shore and giving him an excited look.

he holds up a hand, signaling for you to wait a moment as he pulled himself up onto a rock poking out of the water.

you jump and widen your eyes as your gaze travels lower.

he no longer had his usual emerald green tail that curled and swayed behind him as he swam.

it was exchanged with a long and delicate looking replacement that was the same color as the rest of his skin. except for the top that was a blush pink.

you had never seen anything like it in your life.

and even though it was something entirely new to you, you felt excited as you admired it.

he furrows his brows as he looks down, letting out a gasp before covering himself.

you place your hand on top of his, shaking your head.

he gives you a questioning look.

you nod.

he hesitantly moves his hand, showing you the wet and soft organ.

you rub your lips together as you experience this intense feeling for the first time ever.

you touch it gently with the pads of your fingers, causing him to hiss.

you quickly look up to him in a panic. he lets out a shaky breath and nods his head, letting you know he’s okay.

you continue your movements, gently poking, caressing, and squeezing as you take it in.

the member in front of you becomes firm in your hand before standing taller, causing the two of you to gasp and widen your eyes.

you quickly let it go.

was this part of the queen’s plan? was it some sort of magic? how could it change so suddenly?

the two of you give each other nervous looks before you slowly reach your hand out again.

he lets out a deeper groan this time as your fingers brush against it. he jerks his hips upwards, causing the tip of the new phenomenon to gently slap against your lips.

you feel a jolt run throughout your body.

you wanted more.

you swallow deeply before grabbing it once more, this time wrapping your hand around the whole thing.

he bites his lip as he closes his eyes.

you take it into your mouth and shove it all the way in, choking before quickly pulling away.

he cries out as his entire body flinches.

you place your hand over your pounding chest as you try to catch your breath.

maybe you just needed to go slower.

he looks down at you with a shocked expression.

you smile up at him, feeling excited that you could make him feel so good.

it was the least you could do after all he’s done for you.

you lick your lips before grabbing onto the sensitive area and entering it into your mouth, making sure not to go too fast this time.

he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes tightly shut as you take him further and further down your throat, stopping before it got too uncomfortable again.

you stay still as you savor the full feeling in your mouth.

he whines softly as he wiggles his hips.

you furrow your brows. was it not satisfying enough for him?

he bucks his hips up, causing you to cough.

now you understood.

you begin to slowly move your head up and down, feeling the tip of it brushing against every inch of your throat. you try your best to suppress any upcoming gags.

the touch of your hand to his thigh causes goosebumps to decorate its surface.

you become more used to and comfortable with the new and vulnerable feeling, picking up the pace.

he sucks in a sharp breath.

you feel your own saliva pooling in your mouth as you embrace the somewhat painful chokes and gags his member causes as you proceed with the bobbing movement of your head.

moans of yours vibrate off of his shaft as you feel a deep and tingly feeling in the pit of your core.

you had never experienced anything like this before.

jeongin pants quickly as he begins to squirm and twitch, grabbing onto your hand that was still gently placed upon his wet skin.

you feel his member throb in your mouth.

a warm and white liquidy substance spills from the corner of your lips as he groans loudly, shaking intensely as you continue.

you pull away with a loud pop before spitting into the water.

the two of you look at one another with wide eyes and smiles as you stare down at the sticky and runny mess jeongin had made.

he closes his eyes as slowly exhales.

you admire his face as it softens into a relaxed look.

he was so handsome like this. the bright sun shining down on him, placing a golden hue upon his pale skin. his blonde hair that had now dried and begun to frizz out slightly, making him look so precious.

he looks down at you, tilting his head to the side as he furrows his brows.

you do the same, looking down.

two full and round balls lay placed upon your chest, smaller and darker buds in the center of them.

you gasp softly as you look up to jeongin, noticing that he didn’t have them. his chest was flat and firm.

he rubs his lips together before biting them as his eyes stay fixated on the sight in front of him.

he gives you a hesitant look.

you smile bashfully before nodding.

he slowly reaches out to the mounds on your chest, squeezing lightly into the flesh.

you moan, throwing your head back as you grab onto his arm.

he kneads the skin for a few moments longer before moving towards the hard and erect nubs.

you let out a choked cry as he rubs them in between his fingers.

waves of electricity flow throughout your body as you gasp and moan.

breathing felt like an almost impossible task.

in the midst of your pleasure, you feel his hands grab onto your arms, causing you to give him a questioning look.

he pulls you up, a slight gasp slipping past your lips as he places you onto his lap, immediately attaching his mouth to your tingling chest.

you moan and wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him further into you.

he goes back and forth from each breast, squeezing and fondling whichever one he isn’t sucking.

he reaches down, attempting to please you the way you did him, halting his fixation on your bosoms once realizing something was different.

you give him a confused look as he pulls away.

he chews on the inside of his cheek as he tries to understand what he’s looking at.

before you could explore and examine the area yourself, he switches your positions, laying you on your back as he dips back into the water.

he spreads your legs, eyes widening at his discovery.

a wet and dripping hole with swollen and puffy lips surrounding it.

he lets out a shaky breath, immediately licking a stripe up your slit.

you let out a squeak as you look down, not expecting it at all. you try to see what he’s seeing.

he begins to ravish you with his tongue, an instinctual feeling coming over him as he laps up your juices that squirt out onto his face.

you thrash around as you tug at his hair and whine out desperately.

this was an entirely new feeling and experience for you.

you had never felt such a strong physical reaction before. the involuntary twitches and shakes overwhelming you as you took the unknown sensation in.

he stops and stares at your heat with intrigue before looking up at you.

you sit up slightly, tilting your head to the side in a questioning way.

he gives you a small smile that lets you know he’s had an idea.

he pulls himself back onto the rock, picking you up and resuming your previous position on top of him.

the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, the reality of what was happening finally setting in.

it was something completely taboo to the both of you, but it was obvious how much you were enjoying it.

he bites his lip nervously before looking down at your opposite sexes.

he wraps an arm around your torso, lifting you up before taking his member and lining it up at your entrance.

before you can give him another confused look, he pushes in, causing you to gasp as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

his mouth gapes open as he places a firm grip on your hips.

as if your body knew what it was supposed to be doing, you lift yourself up before slamming back down onto him.

he moans as he throws his head back.

you quickly bounce on his hard dick, feeling as if the wind was being knocked out of you every time it hit that gummy spot inside of you.

hot tears race down your cheeks as you continue to ride him.

you tilt his head upwards to face you, looking into his eyes as you cry.

he places one hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he caresses your skin reassuringly.

you let out a high pitched squeal as feel your tummy begin to form a tight ball.

this causes you to move yourself up and down faster, making him moan even louder.

you once again can feel the twitch and movement of him inside of you just like when he was in your mouth.

he begins to buck up into you, digging into the soft flesh of your ass and surely leaving marks.

the ball in the pit of your stomach snaps, causing you to scream as you begin to spasm on dick.

he gasps before releasing as well, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his vision goes in and out.

you slow your movements once your high passes.

you blink a few times as you try to take in everything, chest rising quickly.

jeongin looks up to you, smiling bashfully.

you do the same.

he removes himself from your shoulder, sitting up straight as his eyes melt into yours.

you become shy and break the eye contact.

he redirects your gaze back onto him, slowly leaning in to capture your lips with his own.

it was messy and full of teeth and spit, but it made you happy.

happy to know that you could experience something so magical and powerful together.

so intense.

you smile at him before pulling him into an embrace.

maybe the love you had for jeongin wasn’t so much like one for a brother or someone dear. it was clear he meant so much more to you.

you couldn’t imagine being without him. he would always be your guidance and peace. comfort and reassurance.

and little did you know, he had always felt the exact same way about you.

the two of you slowly regulate your breathing as you hold onto each other, staring out into the beautiful distance, the sun setting and casting a gorgeous orangey pink tint to the world around you, sending you into a deep and love filled sleep.

[ruleroftheimps]

(TW: Implied/referenced cannibalism and vivisection)

Enter password – – > ************* Verifying... Welcome back sir. You have one (1) unread message in ‘Bumblevees’ from ‘Red Velvette’. What would you like to do? – – > Read message Message reads… ‘what the hell Vee??? we had a deal’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘I dont like cameras.’ Two (2) new messages from ‘Red Velvette’ in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘wait, shit, really??? next time tell me that Vee. i wouldn’t have pushed if i knew.’ ‘also, r u drunk?’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘why do you say that?’ Two (2) new messages in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘amrcito if you aren’t spelling everuthing properly it means you’re dfunk or injured’ ‘what Val said. the deer had better be there with you, or im kicking his ass’

~*~

Vox snorted softly, one hand resting under his boxy screen while the other lightly spun his drink. Alastor glanced over from where he was resting on the edge of the roof, one eyebrow raised. “Whatever is it now, darling? Another secret you were reminded of?” Vox shook his head as he closed the program.

“Nah, just something Vel said.” Alastor hummed in response, leaning forward slightly. The two were perched on the edge of one of the many giant towers in Envy. They had been an addition by Vox, massive buildings that rose out of the ocean. Partly because it made it easier to see what was going on above the ocean that covered all of Envy, and partly because they looked cool. Okay, mostly because they looked cool. “She threatened to fight you if you ditched me while I’m drunk again.”

“The doll?” Alastor’s expression was a mix between confused and insulted. “Dear, does she really think she can take me on?” Vox laughed softly again, shifting so that he was next to Alastor.

It was always a gamble with him. Somedays, Vox couldn’t get Alastor to let him go, not that he ever wanted Al to, and other days, being within biting distance was enough of a reason to get a cracked screen. Today, it seemed to be more like the former, based on how Alastor reached up and wrapped his arm around Vox’s shoulder. Although, to be fair, that could just be because he was worried Vox would fall and break his screen.

“And,” Alastor continued, not waiting for a response, “not to mention, I would never leave you alone when you are intoxicated. Not after what happened last time.”

Vox lightly batted at Alastor’s hand that was holding his drink. “That was not my fault,” he protested, pouty expression clearer than usual. The static that was constantly playing across his screen and obscuring his features was gone for once. Mostly because Vox lacked the mental capacity to keep it up and not fall off of this building, and he knew Alastor would laugh at him about it for the rest of their afterlives if he fell. And also never let him drink again.

“Darling, you walked into a trap and got kidnapped. You knew it was a trap, and you walked into it. You sent me a message saying it was a trap and then you walked into it. I had to abandon my tea with Rosie to save you, you insufferable picture box. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get my attention.” …maybe. “Not my fault,” Vox insisted playfully, taking another drink from his cup. “Anyways, questionable choices and amusing threats aside, any new information I should know?” Vox was totally not recording anything, how dare you accuse him of attempting to use his best-friend-slash-technically-enemy-slash-who-the-fuck-knows to get more information on what was happening? That was just rude. Shame. Shame on you.

Besides, Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he still hung around so it was fiiine. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

Alastor rolled his eyes, lightly tapping the casing of Vox’s head. Yeah, he totally knew what Vox was doing. “The usual. A few demons and angels got cut apart- really, the diversity of the anatomy of human souls is quite amusing, especially when you throw in their different reactions. The taste varies greatly too- mostly because some idiotic group of angels decided to try to attack Cannibal town again. Oh, not to mention Micheal ‘found’ a lead on Leviathan's location, so that’s an absolute joy. Thank you for that.” Yeah… Vox grinned at that, totally feeling guilty as he took another sip. Totally. Hey, he won’t get involved in the fight, but giving Micheal little leads and watching the ensuing chaos, well, that was good television. And maybe he had something to gain if the Sin of Envy got killed. Maybe. “Mm, I suppose the only real new thing is that Micheal decided to send me to ‘check up’ on his niece’s hotel.” Vox choked on his drink, coughing a few times as his vents flipped on to try to accommodate for the sudden lack of air. Okay, he had not been expecting that.

“What?! Wait, wait, wait, Micheal’s sending you, his second in command, to the hotel owned by Lucifer’s daughter?? Fuck, did you piss him off or something?” Alastor just tilted his head, his permanent grin more of a smirk now.

“Why, Vox dear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me. Whatever happened to ‘trust no one’?” Vox very maturely turned off his screen completely to hide his blush and gave Alastor the middle finger, earning an unhinged cackle from the deer.

“See if I ever do anything nice for you again, bastard. Never. I’m never going to be nice to you ever again.” Alastor didn’t stop laughing for a few minutes, and Vox’s screen remained off. Otherwise, he was pretty sure his entire screen would be tinted purple.

“Oh, dear, don’t worry,” Alastor teased, Vox immediately shoving him off the building. Not that it did anything, Alastor just immediately caught himself with shadow tentacles and laid there cackling. A few, annoyingly long minutes later, he finally managed to calm down, maneuvering himself closer to the rooftop. “Haha, really, it’ll be fine. We both know Micheal’s not the type to send soldiers on missions they won’t return from. Although, I may use you as a shield. I mean, nobody’s willing to kill you, for reasons unknown to me.” Vox’s screen flicked back on as he smirked.

“Because they know all of their secrets will be revealed, and wouldn’t that fuck up about… mm, all of the sides?” Alastor laughed again, although it was less of a cackle and more of a giggle as he sat back down next to Vox. That was how they worked, wasn’t it? They’d shove each other away, and the other would come right back. “Mm, but actually, I have almost nothing on the princess, and it would be useful…”

…damn it, Al really knew how to play him like a fiddle.

“Fine, I’ll come be your meat shield,” Vox said, rolling his eyes. Alastor’s grin widened, and he lightly poked Vox’s head. “Why, thank you dear. I have the feeling this will be most entertaining! I mean-” Alastor suddenly cut himself off, expression changing slightly. Vox tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was going on. The amount of times he’d randomly gotten a vision of Micheal, courtesy of Gabriel’s powers, was annoying as all hell. Seriously, just text him, like a normal person? Fucking- Alastor was more accepting of modern tech that the Archangel. The deer in question blinked a few times, before standing up. “Vox, how much of Envy is covered by your cameras?” Vox leaned back slightly, propping up his leg as he did so. “Uh, all of it. Why?” “I need you to find somebody.” ~*~ (Ahhh, this took way longer than I wanted it to T-T. But, yes, in this AU, Alastor is Micheal's second in command for... reasons.) Eternal War AU First || Prev || Next

[mxharleyhua]

Harley Hua ~ Task Thirteen: Short and Sweet

What is your favorite book from childhood? I was just talking to Elliot about this the other day, but I loved Watchmen. I know it's not really for children, but my parents didn't. I also had a more age-appropriate book I loved, because the art was so beautiful in it. I remember it took place in the woods, but not what it was called or what the plot was. But it was so detailed, and colorful, and had a unique art style.

Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad? Do my art supplies count?

What makes you happy? I seem to have a one-track mind tonight but after a long day I love to go home, take off my cochlear implants, light a candle, and spend hours painting. I do my best work in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep. What are three things you like about yourself? I like almost everything about myself. That sounds like a cop-out, but it took me a really long time to learn self confidence. So maybe that's the first thing I like - that I'm a confident person. I also like the discipline I have to eat right and work out every day so that I can have the body I always dreamed of. And I love my sense of fashion. It's so much fun to dress up for all the events we have here in Merrock.

Which season is your favorite? Summer, easily! I love the heat, getting to spend a lot of my free time at the beach, and how much brighter everything feels; literally and emotionally.

Do you believe in the supernatural? What are we defining as supernatural? Ghosts and witches? Or are more religious symbols such as Gods, angels and demons also supernatural? Being raised both Jewish and Chinese, I got a lot of mixed messages as a kid. Parts of my Chinese culture are clearly against Jewish law. But I didn't grow up orthodox, so I've always taken it with a grain of salt on both sides anyways. I was generally discouraged from things like magic, or ghosts and demons, unless it was coming from a Chinese family member. I think my parents disagreed with how to raise us in that regard and tried to compromise, but it just made any of it being taboo feel nonsensical. Anyways, both cultures say not to mess with ghosts but I really want to go ghost hunting one day. Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you You've activated my Deaf card. What do you think about social media? I think it's great! Obviously, there are some drawbacks. But it allows people to connect in a way we couldn't have just a couple decades ago, and connects vulnerable people to resources that they need. How many queer communities have thrived on websites like tumblr? I remember being a teenager and seeing people like myself online when I didn't know there was anyone else like me in Merrock. It was lifechanging! What would be your dream job? Illustrator. Specifically, illustrating comic books but I also really want to do childrens books too. Name three things you don’t leave the house without My keys, obviously. And my phone. Normally I have my wallet or my cochlear implants on me, but not always. With so many places having tap-to-pay now, you really only need those two things. What is your favorite comfort food? My grandma is an amazing cook and she does this delicious lamb hot pot. It's a good thing she lives so far away, because I could not stick to my nutrition goals if I had the opportunity to eat that every week. Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active? Is water wet? Technically not, but that's not the point. When I'm not painting or instructing a class, I'm almost always on the move. I try to spend two hours at the gym every day, although that's not always realistic with my busy schedule. I get a lot of steps in, walking around and giving tours at From Brush to Canvas. And I grew up doing gymnastics and cheerleading and try to practice so I don't lose my ability to do some of those stunts. Even as I've transitioned, I've managed to keep a lot of the flexibility I grew up with. I also live in the ocean in the summer, whether I'm surfing or swimming. Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise) My brother and my grandma are easily my first two. Leaving my family for the third one, I think Gerda Wegener was amazing and pushed boundaries on sexuality and gender with her art in a way I really admire. What is currently your favorite airing show? I don't watch a lot of TV. When I'm at home, I like to take off my cochlear implants and enjoy the silence. And after a long day, the last thing I want to do is read captions for an hour straight. But I'm really excited for Echo to come out in a couple months. If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go? If I had to? A warm, tropical beach that has complimentary cocktails and crystal-clear water.

[maverick-liu]

MAVERICK LIU

Full Name: Maverick Liu Nicknames: Mav Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male Age and Birthday: 28 years old, April 11th Birthplace: Oakland, California Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Personal Assistant Education: Bachelor’s in Film & Television Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments Time in Aurora Bay: 20 years (parents moved there when he was 7) Face claim: Derek Luh

tw mild bullying mention

HISTORY —

It was a cold spring day on April 11th, the day Maverick was ushered into the world and into the arms of his loving parents. He eventually became an older sibling to one, a role he grew to be quite comfortable in, for the most part.

He was a curious child who loved exploring, much like his parents raised him to do. He savored every moment he got to spend out there, rain or shine, green grass or dust storms. He was the child always begging for just five more minutes in some park or museum or new place. He also was friendly to a fault, saying 'hello' to every child, teenager, and adult that walked by him. It just made his mother hold onto his hand a little tighter.

School wasn't where Mav tended to shine, though. He struggled for many of his years in school, never really making more than a B or a C grade even with the help of the tutors his parents got for him. He simply wasn't cut out for the academic world. It led to some bullying which led to the decision to homeschool him for a few years.

Even when his parents decided to move from Oakland to Aurora Bay (Aurora Bay Drive), they decided to keep homeschooling Maverick, until his ninth grade year when they figured it would be better for him to expend his energy with his peers.

Mav's grades didn't improve much as he got older, either, though he did discover one thing he was quite talented at: creative writing. He could write stories and scripts like nobody's business.

He was just as friendly as ever entering public school again at the age of fourteen, even if there still was a bit of a struggle maintaining friendships. Mav made the most of it, got into volunteering in the HR office.

After high school, Maverick went off to study film and television and earned his bachelor's degree, and that was where he learned the importance of networking. He began building his resume and gaining experience as a set PA for various sets.

It'd been hard to land any really big projects being more than a three hour drive to Los Angeles, but he still worked hard. He talked to people, treated his job with the utmost professionalism.

Mav's parents never pressured him to move out, but by the age of twenty three he figured he should look into his own place. Ocean Crest was the cheapest option, and he's been there for four years.

Sometime in the last year or so, Mav got a gig at a photoshoot set. It's off the usual of commercials and film, but experience is experience. So, he went, and there he'd met the personal assistant of Bradley Banner.

This built a connection that put him in a position for an opportunity to end the inconsistent work he was currently doing. And that's about what he's up to now, from 2022 to 2023 he worked alongside Bradley Banner's last PA to gain his footing in this very new position. Officially, it's been six months on his own after working alongside Bradley Banner's previous PA.

TRAITS.

+ Adventurous, motivated

+/- Bold, competitive

- Opinionated, capricious

HEADCANONS.

⊹ When at Aurora Bay High, Mav dressed as the school mascot for football games and pep rallies.

⊹ He has an alcohol intolerance. Found out at a party, when it triggered an asthma attack (mild form so it was odd) that sent him to the ER in a panic. So, he doesn’t drink, but he has no issue partaking in other substances within moderation.

⊹ Has been to Coachella every year since 2017 — his parents hook him up with VIP tickets through that few connections.

⊹ Mav worked at Driftwood when he was a teenager, and up until he got his first set PA gig. he did technically abandon the job without much of a notice.

⊹ He is vegan. Really tries not to talk about it and be the sort that the joke is about. 'How do you know someone's vegan? Don't worry, they'll tell you. Again. And again, and again'.

⊹ He’s afraid of thunder and lightning storms. It’s not as bad as when he was a kid, but hearing the wind and the ocean kick up during a storm does get his heart racing.

⊹ He used to make money in his young twenties by providing himself as a model for life drawing courses.

⊹ Mav did play an instrument in high school, the clarinet. He was just really bad at it, which is why he was urged to be the mascot at games.

CONNECTIONS.

Mav has a certain charm that can make you feel seen and heard even if you just met, and then you might never hear from him again. He doesn't intend to do that, he just likes making conversation and sharing stories with strangers. He can also sometimes take charge of conversations and talk over you, but lose interest if you talk about something that doesn't hold his attention. He can use friends, old and new, any high school rivals or enemies, past romances.

Current serious romantic connections are off the table, he's busy with his job. Very busy.

♡ @bradley-banner - mav works for bradley. in a one off chance of meeting her current pa at the time, it paved a road of possibility to gaining the position himself. despite having worked alongside them for a stretch of time, he is still finding his footing. it's a lot, but boy, is he willing to work his ass off. he remains ever diligent with each and every task she gives him. (not in game but canon) CURRENTLY NO LONGER EMPLOYED

♡ @firefighterrojas - at some point someone has to stand up to the bullies, and in mav's case, angel stepped up to bat. something there then clicked to make mav inseparable from his side - had angel ever wanted to shake him, it would've been a hell of a fight. fortunately for both, it'd been a friendship made to last.

♡ @atticus-cortes - his roommate at ocean crest apartments. maverick has gotten close to atticus, even with how often they just miss each other in their apartment.

♡ @thelizaxlevin - tba

♡ @thegillyxliang - tba

♡ @solaadisa - tba

♡ @noralevin - tba

♡ @astridlius - tba

LINKS.

⊹ pinterest.

⊹ inspo.

⊹ soundtrack.

⊹ personal playlist.

@aurorabayaesthetic

[olipstories]

The HalfBlood in Hawkins- Prologue

A/N: Welcome to my first-ever fic on Tumblr! And my first-ever Stranger Things fic! This is going to be a long series, I have no idea how long. I am watching, writing, and planning all at once, so there may be long periods between posts. Please be patient with me.

This series and my introduction to Stranger Things is entirely to do with @skyfall8600 and her series Sucked In. I definitely recommend checking out her writing.

Warnings: Swearing, technically this hasn't been beta read sooo good luck.

Paring: Undecided

Playlist: this is a playlist of music I feel Cordelia would listen to. I didn't search for dates on the music. It also gets added to every so often. I just put it on shuffle

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3hehRdcULhKHnY6yu42ga2?si=04e46412b0274c46

Summary: What happens if I shove the seventeen-year-old daughter of Poseidon from 2016 into 1984 Hawkins.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to camp myself?" The man with dark curls with streaks of gray in them and eyes the color of ocean water in the sun asks the teenager in front of him. The teenager clearly takes after him, with dark curls, ocean-colored eyes, and skin tanned by long hours in the sun. Though; her short height and build comes from her mother. Her fashion choices often show the time spent around her cousin Nico and Uncle Hades. The World Magnetic Tour Metallica shirt Poseidon knows Hades bought when he took her and Nico to the concert for her birthday; it looked like it might have belonged to Hades at first. Black skinny jeans with rips, Adidas hightops in blue, and a leather jacket he's sure he's seen on Hades' kid. She wears her camp necklace, a choker with magic dagger charms, a sand dollar on a slightly longer cord, a ring that turns into a sword, and a chain hanging from her belt. She has five piercings; a double hoop helix in her right ear, a daith hoop in her left, her right nostril hoop, and a belly button bar with a chain around her waist. He freaked out about each one while she and Amphitrite laughed at him. "Dad, you know you can't take me to camp. Everyone would flip out if Poseidon showed up," she says with a laugh. The man sighs, knowing she's right. "Hey," she says, voice softer as she recognizes the worry on his face. "I'll be fine. I'll be in New York within two weeks. Percy will pick me up from the station and drive me to camp. Mitriá gave me enough ambrosia to last like a year of weekly one v one with monsters. If I need help, Apollo and Hermes keep an eye on me when I travel and will be down before I can even pray for help." "I know, I know. Camp is a long way from Los Angeles." Poseidon sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "You're my youngest. I worry." "Well, don't. I have one layover in Indiana that last two days. Otherwise, I'll be on a train the whole time," she says as she scoops up her bags, preparing to board the train. "Cordelia!" Poseidon scolds. "It's Indiana, Dad," Cordelia calls back as she walks away, brushing her dark curls out of her face. "What's the worst that could happen?" Poseidon groans as he watches her board the train. "I wish she didn't say that," Poseidon murmurs.

"Hey, Percy, I made it to Indiana. My train from Indy to Cincinnati doesn't run for another two days. There's a town North-East of here that shouldn't ask too many questions if I get a room there. I'll have to go through that ghost town some kids at camp tell campfire stories about. I'll be cautious. I have all the weapons you and Dad gave me, so don't worry. I should be in New York City by the end of the week. I'll call when I get to D.C.. I love you," the call ending has the seventeen-year-old sigh before shoving her phone into her back pocket. She scoops up her satchel bag and crosses the strap over her body before pulling on her backpack. Long dark curls sway in the wind, and ocean blue eyes squint from behind dark polarized aviators as she tries to find the correct street. A familiar cherry-red Maserati pulls up next to her. Blue eyes and blond curls frame the bright grin aimed at her. "Need a ride?" Apollo asks. She laughs and makes her way toward the passenger side door. "How far can you take me?" She asks as she moves her bags to sit on her lap. "I can take you to Marion. I think your brother and old man would be after me if I stuck around longer," Apollo informs her as he pulls away from the curb. "That works." They listen to the radio as they go, chatting every so often. As they cross the city limit into Hawkins, a shimmer from the passenger seat causes Apollo to look over and curse. "Damnit, Cordelia. Why is it always Poseidon?" Apollo gripes as he ascends into the air, hurrying back to Olympus to report the sudden and magical disappearance of Poseidon's daughter.

In the same spot, thirty-two years prior, a dark-haired girl with eyes the color of the ocean appears on interstate thirty-seven, just outside of a rather full Hawkins. In her arms are a backpack and a satchel bag. "The fuck?"

[viviennevermillion]

aubade [n.]

notes: 5th repost because this website literally hates me and removed this post from the tags which I hope are fixed now. rubs hands The song in the story is "Her Voice" which is sung by Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid Broadway Musical, it has she/her pronouns in the song but it'd work with any gender so I rewrote the lines to fit the gn!reader. If you want to you could imagine Azul singing it for you in this story. This absolutely does line up with my headcanon that Azul passionately sings musical numbers when he thinks no one is listening. I can honestly can see him actually have that voice.

aubade [n.]: a love song sung at dawn; dawn serenade

contains: Azul x gn!reader, a very flustered Azul, Azul in his octopus form, reader has magic in this

warnings: none

It was 7am, a godforsaken hour in the morning, in your opinion, and you had barely slept that whole night as you were trying to do a week's worth of homework, starting in the middle of the night. Procrastination seemed like it'd be fitting to be one of the modern world's cardinal sins and you were now suffering from god's punishment which came in the form of a headache, eyes that didn't want to stay open and the question how you'd survive the day without consuming an unholy amount of caffeine or dramatically perishing on Professor Trein's table. Why didn't I do these tasks earlier? I didn't even have to deal with an overblot this week...

So for now, since sleeping was out of the question, you had decided to spend your last couple of hours before class taking a flight across the Isle, which was technically not allowed but Crowley had given you a key to the broom closet "for emergencies" and this was quite obviously, at least in your eyes, an emergency. You had at least gotten rid of your headache thanks to the nurse in the infirmary and spending some time flying, knowing you could fall to your death at any given minute, surely should wake you up. In a way you could understand Azul and his attitude towards flying.

Ah yes, Azul Ashengrotto. The guy you were hopelessly in love with since the day he almost knocked you out with a tentacle while screaming "I can't do this anymore" only to later sob and want to withdraw to his octopus pot. A horrible moment to pick for realizing your feelings for somebody, really. If anyone would ever ask you about this, you vowed to just say it was love at first sight when he picked up your pen in the hallway or something.

Not that you'd ever tell him anyway. He'd probably just try to scam you or use that information to his advantage in some other way. You looked over the landscapes below you and noticed the ocean at sunrise reminded you of Azul's beautiful eyes. I really should stop thinking about him every time my brain isn't busy with class, overblots or Crowley's horrible management of his school..., you thought to yourself as you decided to land on the beach and take a quick break there. It was a secluded part of the beach that you had found a couple of weeks ago and that was pretty hard to get to if you didn't swim or use a broom.

You were about to sit down in the sand and watch the sunrise as you heard a voice coming from further along the beach. You decided to walk towards it, curious who was singing so beautifully at this early hour.

"Somewhere there's the one who's like the shimmer of the wind upon the water, somewhere there's someone who's like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea, somewhere there's the one who's like a swell of endless music"

You almost gasped in surprise as your eyes laid upon Azul, sitting on a rock near the shore in what appeared to be his true form. He was simply mesmerizing.

"And their voice, it's sweet as angels sighing; and their voice, it's warm as summer sky; and that sound, it haunts my dreams and spins me round until it seems I'm flying"

You didn't dare disrupt him, as you feared he'd stop and try to disappear into the ocean. You couldn't believe he detested this form as much as he did. He was beautiful. If only he could see it. If only he knew you loved him.

"Strange as a dream, real as the sea; if you can hear me now, come set me free"

He finished his beautiful serenade, slowly turning around. "Come set me fr- EEK", he shrieked as he saw you and it looked as if he was about to fall off the rock if his tentacles didn't cling to it. He was about to scoot off into the sea when you walked towards him.

"Azul, no no no, wait!", you called out to him and he realized that if he wanted to get out of this situation it was better to confront you now and offer you some deal you couldn't refuse. As long as no one ever found out about this, maybe he'd be fine. He grabbed the potion he had placed beside the rock and frantically downed it, turning back into his human form not shortly after. His shoes and socks were wet from basically still standing in the water and his legs were shaking as if he was standing on his feet for the first time. He just hoped you wouldn't notice.

"Please forget you've ever seen that form", he told you, trying to sound as composed as possible as he walked back to the shore, "I can offer you a deal-" "I think you have such a beautiful voice", you marveled at the song you just heard him sing, "I could listen to you sing for hours. And I think you're actually really pretty....in both forms I mean"

He almost choked on his own spit and hid his face behind his hands, blushing furiously. "You're making it worse, you know that?", he pouted. You let out a small chuckle. "Really what do you want so you don't tell anyone about this? And to never talk about this again in general", he picked up his glasses and put them on. You insisted that you didn't want anything but he didn't back off.

"Fine", you said, "I suppose there is something. But only if you want. If not, I'll pick something different." He gestured for you to go ahead. "How about we go out sometime. As like....you know....a date?" Azul stared at you in shock. "Wait wha-" "I want to go out with you", you said, this time more clearly, cursing yourself whilst knowing your bravery or more accurately, recklessness, definitely came from the sleep deprivation. Azul needed a moment to process what it was you had said. "Uh, I- I suppose we could arrange that", he cleared his throat and reached out his hand to you, "to seal the deal." You smiled at him. "How about we seal it with a kiss?", you suggested.

A blush once again crept onto Azul's face and he just nodded while trying to avoid looking into your eyes. You stepped closer to him and pressed a sweet, soft kiss to his cheek. "I never thought we'd have a deal I like one day", you chuckled and gently brushed a strand of his still wet hair out of his face. As you left the beach that morning, you could see Azul looking after you and you could have sworn you've seen him smile to himself when you told him you were looking forward to your date with him. I do too, y/n, more than you know..., he thought.

[erwinsvow]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

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Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.

[tcm]

Don’t Let the Subtitles Scare You: The History of the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar By Raquel Stecher

The Academy Awards has a long and complicated history of recognizing international films. The Best Foreign Language Film category, now the Best International Feature Film, was an attempt to rectify this and give international filmmakers, with films in languages other than English, an opportunity to earn the coveted Oscar statuette.

It all started with Conrad Nagel. He was one of the founding members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS). When he and 35 fellow members of the film industry convened at the Ambassador Hotel in 1927 to discuss the path forward for the organization, Nagel suggested that “International” be included in the title. According to writer Michael S. Barrett, “he was persuaded to drop the International and for many years AMPAS appeared specifically dedicated to American films.”

Prior to 1957, foreign language films struggled to get noticed by the Academy. Jean Renoir’s GRAND ILLUSION (’37) was the first international film nominated for Best Picture. Other films were recognized in categories such as Best Writing and Best Art Direction, but these instances were few and far between. Then came WWII, which had a major impact on international filmmaking. Barrett writes, “out of the ashes of war came a crop of innovative filmmakers champing at the bit to do something creative and useful, and this was shown in the new styles of moviemaking under which they labored, fervently promoted and eventually attained undying fame.” American audiences were drawn to Italian Neorealism, Japanese Jidaigeki and later the French New Wave as exciting and new forms of cinema. 

For the 20th Academy Awards in 1948, AMPAS’ Board of Governors created an honorary award for Best Foreign Language Film. At first it was not a competitive award. There were no nominees, the Board would select just one film and while the honorary award was presented during the ceremony, news of the winner would often be announced before the ceremony. From 1948 to 1956, eight foreign language films were awarded, including SHOESHINE (’46) and BICYCLE THIEVES (’48) from Italy; MONSIEUR VINCENT (’47), THE WALLS OF MALAPAGA (’49) and FORBIDDEN GAMES (’52) from France; and RASHOMON (’50), GATE OF HELL (’53) and SAMURAI I: MUSASHI MIYAMOTO (’54) from Japan. Interesting to note that they completely skipped the award in 1954 and no explanation was given as to why.

The special achievement award morphed into a competitive one in 1957. Countries could submit one film for competition as long as they fit the Academy’s strict criteria. Films had to be longer than 40 minutes to be considered feature length, from a country outside the US and include more than 50% non-English dialogue. But of course, to be considered, English-language subtitles were necessary. Only the country’s officially designated representative could submit a film for consideration. The Academy would then select five nominees from the submissions and members voted on secret ballots. The rules shifted over time. Since 2006, it’s no longer required that the language spoken in the film be the most commonly spoken language of that country. Also rules about both public and private Academy screenings in the Los Angeles area have changed and now a film no longer has to be screened in the U.S. to qualify. Technically, the winner of the Oscar is the country of origin and not the director or producer, however they are usually the ones to accept the award at the ceremony.

The first Best Foreign Language Film was presented by AMPAS president George Seaton to Italy for Federico Fellini’s LA STRADA (’54). The award was accepted by producer Dino De Laurentiis. Early winners included France’s BLACK ORPHEUS (’59) and MON UNCLE (’58), Sweden’s THE VIRGIN SPRING (’60) and Italy’s NIGHTS OF CABIRIA (’57) and 8-1/2 (’63). Some critically acclaimed foreign films were overlooked because they either weren’t submitted by their native country or were disqualified for some reason or another. These included major films like LA DOLCE VITA (’60) and THE SEVENTH SEAL (’57). And if a foreign film was screened in the US, it had a better chance at winning the coveted prize. Once a foreign language film won the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar, it would be screened in the U.S., qualifying it for other competitive categories, like Best Director, Best Writing, Best Costume Design, etc. the following year.

Presenters for this category have almost always been either actors or the current AMPAS president. Jack Valenti, longtime president of the Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) holds the record for most presentations for this category. Having recently watched all of the televised presentations and acceptance speeches on the Academy’s YouTube channel, I couldn’t help but notice the consistent trend of flowery speeches about the universal language of cinema. A few presenters stood out. Stars like Jane Fonda and Anthony Quinn openly criticized the use of the word “foreign” in the category. It’s always been required that the winner deliver their speech in English. As acceptance speeches grew longer over time, many filmmakers, especially from war torn nations, would seize the moment and the platform to deliver a poignant message.

There are three acceptance speeches that stand out to me. Perhaps the most famous one is from 1999 when actor/director Roberto Benigni accepted the award for LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL (’98). Benigni leapt from his seat, walked over guests, hopped up the steps and gave presenter Sophia Loren the biggest hug. His speech was incredibly emotional and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house by the end of it. My second favorite was delivered by director Alfonso Cuaron for his film ROMA (2018). While the Academy hasn’t publicly admitted this, I think Cuaron’s speech, in which he very gently criticizes the category and thanks the nominees who “have proven that we are part of the same ocean,” influenced change. The following year the Academy quickly pivoted and changed the category to Best International Feature Film. Dutch director Fons Rademakers whose film THE ASSAULT (’86) won in 1987, delivers my favorite speech. In it, he speaks to the general aversion to foreign language films by saying “This Foreign Language Oscar has a request... please don't let subtitles scare you off as much as they seem to do from time to time.” Take his advice. Watch more international films!

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OOOH two chapters in one week??? damn even i’m jealous. of myself. though this also isn’t edited so i might read it tomorrow morning and regret life, soooo

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

The large plant in the street wasn’t promising.

Neither was the very loud scream of pain they heard as they arrived to the scene.

Damian might’ve popped some knuckles when he clenched his fists, he wasn’t fully paying attention. What the ever-loving fucking hell in a fuck was Ivy doing? Harley best not be here too or Damian may strangle both of them for coming near his Angel.

Deep fucking breaths I’m going to fucking lose it-

When they arrived, father signaled a quick “to first two follow” plan and he and Grayson went ahead, leaving Damian and Drake on the roof. Damian itched to jump and move forward. The worry was awful, filling his mind with the most unrealistic of thoughts. He tried to correct them, prove them wrong, but they were overwhelming.

What if I check through her window to make sure she’s in there and oka- he didn’t know which room she had and it would take too long.

What if the scream was hers- It was deeper, male sounding.

What if she was crushed under that plant- She wouldn’t be, right? There wasn’t any evidence of someone being under there-

What if she’s hurt? Afraid? Dying?

He heard yelling. Angry yelling, in a male voice. The constricting worry reminded him of every dangerous male villain in Gotham right now. He went through a list of those currently MIA, those who might’ve yelled. It didn’t make sense, no villain sighting was reported aside from Ivy…

But it was possible.

And the possibility made Damian want to puke.

He had to move he had to do something. He jumped down. It hadn’t been enough time yet but he didn’t care. He heard Drake hiss something in warning about Batman’s orders or something Damian didn’t fucking care about, because he had to see for himself. He had to walk in there and he had to make sure she was okay.

Before he could go in, he saw Ivy walk out through the door. What?! he moved to intercept her before seeing the blood going down her leg- What the fucking fuck happened?! Why was she bleeding?

Ivy raised a brow when she saw him. “I got a pass this time, bird. Might want to help them in there.”

The sick feeling returned. He didn’t want to trust a villain, a criminal… but Ivy wasn’t the most horrible.

He eyed the blood, the worried weeds supplying images of his Angel bleeding in the same way. Ivy was not the worst that could happen… His mind went through that handy list of villains again. Many much worse than Ivy.

Damian turned away from Ivy. Father and Grayson shattered the window the plant hadn’t gone through, he made a motion toward it before Drake grabbed his shoulder.

“Let go of me you-“

“If you’re going to disobey Batman, at least let me go with you,” Drake looked exasperated. “You’re focused on your friend, right? Someone needs to watch your ass then.”

Damian glared before prying Drake’s hand off his shoulder. If he wanted to follow, fine. Damian wouldn’t stop him. He went through the broken window and finally entered the hotel.

The vending machine was unplugged and face down on the ground, glass surrounding it. Ivy’s giant plant was in the middle of the room, steam thicker than the pot it previously inhabited and petals as big as the Batmobile’s tires. Other miscellaneous things were strewn across the room, including cut hair near the elevator.

But what had Damian’s heart pounding was the playing cards. Playing cards that were embedded in the walls and the front desk and the floor. Razor sharp playing cards. A certain villain’s playing cards.

Fucking fucking shit fuck bitch ass fuck-

“Father,” Damian’s voice was surprisingly level as he spoke. His eyes landed on the fucking purple suited clown mother fucker himself. “What is Joker doing here?”

Father however seemed to be answering something Grayson must have said, “It appears she was rescuing…”

Ivy was rescuing.

Ivy was helping.

Damian’s eyes scanned the room right as someone else made themselves known.

Marinette!

The air left his lungs. She looked worse for wear, dark circles under her eyes and blood- fucking hell blood on her person. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and Damian wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Help her.

He opened his mouth to speak, stepping toward her.

She began to sob.

As if Damian somehow needed to panic even more.

“I’m sorry,” the words were quietly choked out between hics and sobs. “I’m a hor- horrible person and-”

“Hey now,” Grayson took a step closer, trying to comfort her. Damian’s feet were stuck to the floor, the words stuck in his mouth, preventing him from doing the same. “I’m sure you’re not-”

She held up her hands, showing the blood on them. Damian inhaled sharply when he saw the bits of glass embedded into her palm – the green haired fuck hurt her.

“I broke his leg,” she took a big gulp of air. Damian bit back the words and he deserved it. “With a rock. And I threw things at him. A chocolate bar, a cookie, a phone, a lamp, a vending machine-”

“A vending machine?” His father glanced at the vending machine on the ground. Damian didn’t bother trying to decipher his expression, Marinette was turning red and gasping between her sobs. She needed to breathe.

“Miss, please calm down,” Grayson began to step toward her. Damian��s feet finally moved, and he began surging toward her as well.

She fell, nearly hitting her head on the way down. Damian caught her before she could though, barely. Fuck, she needed to breathe like yesterday.

“I’m terrible, horrible, I shouldn’t have done this,” the words used the last of her breath and were only a whisper.

Panic made his throat feel stuck and his voice thick. “Angel,” Damian spoke as calmly as he could. “You need to breathe.”

She didn’t breathe.

oooOOOooo

Usually, lack of sleep was associated with the coffee obsessed Drake, but it seemed Damian’s own mind was determined to show him what it was like to live like a lunatic. He wasn’t able to sleep even when he tried, though he didn’t try that much either. He’s pretty sure he spent an hour staring at his weedkiller order – an order that somehow got lost in Kentucky – wishing it to suddenly appear at the front gate. Then again after coming home, most of the night was a blur.

He rubbed his eyes and let his thoughts wander through the memories of last night. Or, early morning technically.

Marinette looked delicate and broken on the stretcher as she was loaded into the ambulance. Damian had to turn his head away. He saw Drake and Todd looking at him, but he didn’t want their fucking pity.

She’d be fine.

She had to be.

After Angel had passed out, she began to breathe again. She immediately got medical attention for her injuries, riding in a different ambulance than Joker, who also got medical attention at Arkham. Damian wanted nothing more than to skin him alive as he left, but he avoided doing it for the time being. Barely.

“There’s some of Joker’s laughing shit over here, B-man.”

“Have Red Robin neutralize it. We’ll have to check the tapes and see if anyone was affected.”

“Besides the guy who’s body we found behind the desk, I don’t think anyone else got hit. But good call. Red Robin, over here!”

Drake got the security camera feed and Damian saw the entirety of what happened in the hotel lobby. His Angel fought bravely and intelligently, though he couldn’t say he was a fan of the bitch who left her behind.

“Why did she go for the elevator? I’d hate being stuck in there with the Joker. And she let her classmate just fight?”

“Maybe she called for help once she got away. And even if she didn’t, we can’t judge a teenager for panicking in this situation, Tim. Damian’s friend is an anomaly.”

“I don’t know… too bad the cameras don’t have audio, I wonder what she’s saying before they realize that Joker is there.”

“Are you able to read her lips?”

“Golly jee I wish I fucking thought of that! Thanks for reminding me to read her lips on this old and grainy camera footage where you can barely tell her eyes from her nose!”

“Jesus Replacement, no need to bite my head off.”

Damian looked into it,and found that no calls were made to the police until the plant fell through the window. The calls then were about Ivy appearing, deduced by people nearby who saw the plant. That good for nothing bitch left my Angel with the Joker-

“No calls were made by anyone within the hotel. All the calls were made by people on the street or living nearby who saw the plant.”

“Hmm… Odd…”

“…I’m sorry but how the fuck did someone sleep through a giant ass plant breaking the main floor windows? How?!”

“Maybe it’s a French secret.”

He shook his head. After they got all the information, father decided to send the French children back early and pay for it himself. Damian, internally, knew why. He painted a target on Angel’s back, if she didn’t have one before.

“You realize he heard you, right?”

“What do you want, Todd?”

“Fucks’ sake demon spawn, listen to me. Joker heard you call her Angel.”

“…”

“I was already aware of that. I’ve made plans to have the class moved back in Paris. If it gets around, She’ll be an ocean away and more difficult to harm.”

“Alright, B. Was just trying to warn Demon Spawn.”

“Maybe next time he won’t fuck up.”

“Tim, no need to be harsh.”

“It’s vigilante 101, Bruce. Damian’s been doing this for years.”

“Perhaps instead of being berated for a mistake he didn’t intend, you should let Master Damian retire to his room to rest.”

Damian grumbled to himself, trying to push the intrusive awful worrisome thoughts out of his head. The ones that said maybe going back to Paris wouldn’t be enough to protect her. The ones that said Joker would want revenge, the ones that-

The ones that he wasn’t fucking listening to right now thank you very fucking much!

Damian sighed to himself. He needed some sleep. After handling the news, getting the class handled, and looking into everything involving Joker’s break in at the hotel he was told to get to bed as the sun began rising. It hadn’t really worked, as now a few hours later he was debating stealing some of Drake’s coffee to make it through the day.

Because he did have one very important task to do today. He needed to check on his Angel, and say goodbye to her. He had her number of course, and they could text as often as possible for the two of them, but he still needed to see her. See her and apologize for how horrible this trip must’ve turned out for her.

I’m bad luck, being near me ruined her trip.

Damian went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, ignoring that train of thought.

Riddler attacked her when I was there. Joker appeared after I dropped her off. I made her unlucky. I got her hurt.

It’d be easier to ignore that train of thought if it weren’t so fucking loud.

Time felt blurry right now. Probably because he was tired. But soon he was dressed in a hoodie and sunglasses, disguised so he didn’t get mobbed by paparazzi while visiting his Angel in the hotel. He was pulling his shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

“What do you want?” The knocking bounced in his head and made it hurt. Maybe he had a migraine, he wasn’t sure.

“Such a nice way to say good morning Demon Spawn,” Todd strolled in like he fucking owned the place and leaned against the wall next to the door. Damian wondered what it’d be like to have Jon’s laser sight so he could glare at Todd and kill him.

“You didn’t have permission to come in.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to.”

“Tough shit,” Todd rolled his eyes. “…You… alright?”

Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “Why are you asking something like that?”

“Your friend got attacked and is leaving the city because of a target on her back. Which, while I did point out that you called her a petname in front of Joker-“

“It isn’t a petname-“

“-It isn’t your fault.”

The words starkly contrasted Damian’s internal beliefs and he had to blink a few moments to make sure what he heard was real. Because what the fuck? Why would Todd try to convince him his fuck up somehow wasn’t his fucking fault!?

“It’s… not my fault that I stupidly revealed a relationship connection to a civilian in front of one of the worst villains this city has suffered?”

“Okay, that was all you, smartass,” Todd sighed. “but the other shit isn’t your fault. You didn’t hurt her, the fucked up clown did. You didn’t put her in danger, her fucking teacher and class did by abandoning her. You’re at fault for your actions, not other people’s, so if you’re blaming yourself then fucking stop. Freckles’d probably get upset if you were using her to hate yourself.”

“What on this planet makes you think I’m doing that?!” Damian’s voice rose in a snap, hypocritically, because he realized as he spoke the words that he… kind of was doing that.

Fucking feelings and fucking worry and fucking weeds in his head were the reason, of course, but he… was… fuck, he’s tired isn’t he?

“I died, Demon Spawn.” Damian raised a brow at Todd, waiting for the halfwit to continue. “Bruce and I… aren’t on the best of terms, but I did realize he… he did that. Where what Joker did was his fault. I’m not happy the fucker is still alive, but that doesn’t mean Bruce was the one who killed me. No that was all Joker.”

“What does that have to do with anything again?” Damian really just wanted Todd out of his room and not talking about things in the past. He totally understood his point and everything, but it wasn’t anything a gallon sized bottle of weedkiller wouldn’t fix.

“Wow, you must be really tired, damn,” the fucker smirked before his expression changed into something less asshole-ish. “I’m saying that if you’re blaming yourself for what the Joker did to Freckles, stop it. The fucker lost a leg and she’s on her way to the hotel from the hospital now.”

Wait.

Wait what?

“Wait what?!” Damian wasn’t even sure which one he was reacting to – the news that Angel was okay or the news that the Joker was permanently damaged.

Angel’s self defense might’ve permanently helped Gotham?!

Okay maybe he knew what he was reacting to.

Todd turned to leave like a fucking dickhead and Damian could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked away. “Check the news for the Joker thing and ask Alfred to take you to Freckles in like an hour.”

Damian was smart enough to realize that not checking out of spite for Todd would only disadvantage himself.

He still only checked a couple minutes later though. After glaring at his phone willing himself to somehow know without checking.

He needing headache pills.

oooOOOooo

The Unnamed Teenager That Defeated The Riddler Cripples Joker!

Just days after beating The Riddler at his own game, the same teenage girl holds off The Joker until Batman arrives!

“We had to amputate him below the knee,” Arkham doctor says. “There was too much glass in the wound, it cut several muscles, tendons, and arties. The shattered bone didn’t help.”

French Teenager Unavailable for Comment.

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oooOOOooo

Damian had snuck through the lobby up to his Angel’s room. Some of her classmates were downstairs, but he hadn’t paid much attention to them, not caring at the moment.

The last memory he had of her was the blood on her hands and tears in her eyes before she fell to the floor. He wanted to change that, wanted to maybe even see if he could get her to smile. Though that felt ambitious…

He just… needed to make sure she was okay.

Damian knocked on Marinette’s hotel room door.

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Traitor- Cordelia Goode x Reader

Chapter 2: Little White lies

word count: 3.2k

warnings: cursing, angst/sad, fluffy ending

Following Cordelia, you walk out of the living room, leaving the witches to carry on celebrating Zoe's birthday, and past the kitchen, momentarily your mind wanders to countless nights spent in a room that is supposed to be about the preparation of something simple meals.

Nevertheless, the kitchen always had a different meaning to you, it reminds you of intimacy. Not the kind of intimacy that you would feel or experience in a bedroom for instance, but it represents a sense of home to you regardless and a sense of comfort. You remember all those late nights when you couldn't sleep after just arriving at the academy because everything felt so overwhelming.

First, it was the fact that witchcraft is real, like how could that even be true? despite seeing some of the girls perform spells before and watching Miss Cordelia clean a few of Madison's messes, it still seemed like some cosmic joke to you and there were so many questions back then.

''Why did mom never tell me sooner?'' you questioned, not understanding why she would need to wait till her dying breaths because it only left so many more questions and no answers. The blonde witch, currently leading the way into her office, used to find you here at the strangest times, very early in the morning before everyone got up, her wanting to prepare breakfast for the girls when you couldn't sleep a single bit that night. She found you late in the evenings, in the middle of the nights, and somehow, Cordelia always knew you would be lingering the halls of the academy and she would mostly be finding you in the kitchen, looking out the windows and overlooking the beautiful spacious garden, ignited by the moonlight and the stars.

The first time she ever found you in there, neither one of you knew that throughout the first few months at the academy, this would quickly become one of your habits together and something you would both cherish eventually. In the beginning the supreme thought, you simply needed a little extra help and support, after learning about both of your parents' passing, the supreme felt bad and like you would be another one of those girls that wouldn't just need help with their magic at the coven but also a home and family.

She took you under her wings, giving you everything she could, her time - she would sit with you in the kitchen for hours, listening to you very intently. She would give you her resources- always taking time to teach you and help you explore your powers and that process wasn't easy especially at the beginning, to ignite those powers, hidden deep within yourself. Cordelia gave you her strength- making you believe in yourself and teaching you and guiding you through this journey.

Although it might seem like you benefited a lot from this and Cordelia was the one lifting you up, giving you a home, a family, someone to talk to, and someone teaching you, it wasn't just one-sided. After Myrtle's passing or rather her being burned at the stakes, Cordelia felt like she was on her own. Neither a mother nor mother figure left to who she could turn to, get advice with this whole supreme thing. All the witches at the academy used to be younger, before Coco joined, being one of the oldest there eventually.

Even though Cordelia is now a confident supreme, amazing leader and a great role model and mother figure to some of her girls, she wasn't always like this. Before you arrived at the academy, Cordelia lived under the shadows of her mother Fiona, always insecure and doubting herself, the betrayal of her husband at the time not helping with all of that either. The only people she could turn to at the time and that would lift her up back then were Myrtle and Misty.

But both the mother figure Myrtle and also Misty, the friend and student of Cordelia at the time passed and so Cordelia felt a lot of lonely nights, where she would doubt herself and the responsibilities of leading the academy and being the most powerful witch on earth, resting heavily on her shoulders.

But then you came along and at first the supreme thought you would just be another student. One of those that would use the support of the academy to discover your powers before you would leave. But after meeting you and learning about who you truly are, she quickly learned that you are a very caring person, always checking up on people and offering help without asking anything in return. Something that stood out to the supreme from very early on, was you checking up on her.

As supreme and headmistress, the witches including the ones that have been there the longest, Zoe, Queenie, and Madison, they always just assumed Cordelia was fine. After all, she is an adult, supreme, and headmistress she has to be okay right? Of course, they occasionally asked and Cordelia would say she is okay because what else should she really say? She couldn't bother the younger witches with all of the things and the stress on her mind.

But every time Cordelia would walk into the kitchen, you would be there, greeting her with a warm smile, offering some hot chocolate, and asking how she is. You were different, you asked, you cared and you really wanted to know how she is feeling, not just expecting the usual ''I'm fine'' answer and you had no problem mentioning at first that even though the supreme said she was okay, she didn't seem it. It took Cordelia by surprise and slowly you two started bonding, unaware that soon feelings would get involved and something bigger, something more powerful and far more would develop eventually.

Next, you walk towards the long staircase and through the hallway and you look at some paintings on the wall, some of them of the supreme's before Cordelia and you realize some things have changed in this year since you have left because they changed the decoration slightly.

Even though you studied at this academy for a long time, you are unaware of the names of the past supreme's, only knowing the name of the former supreme, Cordelia's mother Fiona Goode. Despite never knowing or meeting the woman, you had heard a lot about her. At first, Madison would tell you all about how she was killed by the former supreme and all the bad things that happened before Zoe told you what Cordelia had to deal with at times and learning about the supreme's past.

Whenever you used to walk past the portrait of Fiona, you used to feel hate, even before dating Cordelia, you never understood how anyone, especially her own mother could make the beautiful blonde angel, feel anything but special and loved. Cordelia could never hurt a fly, at least that's what you used to think and despite everything that happened, the blonde sure doesn't deserve the things she was put through.

You came to understand and realize that even a woman that technically has everything she could want, beauty, power, and a family, would crack sometimes under the pressure and need someone to lift her up, out of the ocean of responsibilities and also pain, and that even Cordelia needed a helping hand at times.

You were more than happy to provide that helping hand for her, whether it being helping her in the greenhouse over the weekends or throughout the week after classes, helping her water all the plants and helping them nourish and her explaining you all about each individual plant. You were more than happy to provide someone simply listening to the supreme, whether she needed to analyze one of the girls behavior and figure out how she can help them, or her stressing over some council meetings and unsure how to handle and deal with a certain situation. You would manage to get her to stay calm, relax and you would suggest her a few things or get her to make reasonable decisions again and it worked.

Next you walk past the bedrooms and just like it was yesterday you remember the room order and which room belonged to whom. First you walk past Coco and Mallory's room and you remember the many funny arguments they used to have especially with Queenie, arguing about the calories in people's foods and some fond memories, despite not knowing those two for long before leaving.

After, you walk past Zoe and Madison's room and this brings back a whole wave of emotions and also different memories and you can't help the bitter feeling when your mind momentarily wanders to all those nights spent in their room.

At first you would get along really well with Zoe, quickly realizing you both have the same taste in things and interests and she would often want to hang out with you, which only caused Madison to be jealous so eventually after getting over the arguing phase with the movie star, you got along very well with both of them.

They would often invite you into their room, especially at the beginning, getting to know you better, Madison asking you all sorts of questions, Zoe trying to calm Madison down and telling her she will end up scaring you off. The many nights where Madison would quite literally force you to go out together to a bar or a party and them doing your makeup or lending you their clothes.

Those things and interactions bring a smile to your face but it fades as quickly as you remember some of those dark nights you spent in there. Often you three would have little crisis meetings, Madison being dumped by a boy and needing a lot of ice cream and comforting, Zoe having her struggles with Kyle or you having your struggles with Cordelia.

At first it would be all these conversations about you doubting what is actually going on between you and Cordelia, all the nights drinking hot chocolate, speaking for so long and having such intimate conversations. Then the times where Madison encouraged you, telling you she noticed the way Cordelia would look at you and that she hasn't seen the supreme look at anyone like that in a while. Zoe was a bit more cautious, not wanting to get your hopes up but still you remember the many times you would burst through their room and gush over something Cordelia did now. Whether it being her inviting you to drive down to the city with her and pick up some new plants for the greenhouse, her helping you with another spell, her helping you discover that you are indeed a witch with a bloodline and that your powers just needed help exploring and so you could let them free.

You would start gushing over every single thing, to the point where Zoe became sceptic if you aren't just madly in love and reading everything wrong but indeed you weren't reading everything wrong. Madison was always confident and knew from the way Cordelia would glance at you from across the dinner table that there was something more growing and developing between you two.

The moments of bursting in there and gushing over Cordelia turned into moments of you three just swelling in memories and Zoe repeating ''I can't believe you were right all along Madison'' after you and Cordelia actually got together.

That soon changed too, although it took a few months, months of happiness, it fell apart as quickly as it grew and developed. From sitting there, over the moon gushing about the sweet things Delia did that day and Madison getting slightly annoyed, not wanting to hear all the romantic crap, your two friends would soon have to pick up the pieces Cordelia left and your shattered heart. At one point Madison thought you was going crazy, when you kept going on about Misty, after Mallory joined the academy and just like a miracle Misty came back to the academy, back from the dead.

Madison thought you were being stupid, accusing Cordelia of lying but Zoe had a feeling you weren't overreacting, weren't reading wrong that there is something going on and that the little white lies that you accused Cordelia of, would eventually turn out to be true.

Momentarily you are pulled out of your thoughts when you suddenly walk past your own bedroom door, or at least the one you used to sleep in before Cordelia's and your own feelings grew so strong for each other that none of you could possibly hide it for a second longer. And it didn't take long until you packed the few things you owned, some clothes, books and your vinyl player and you moved into the supreme's bedroom, just on the other side of the hallway.

As you glance over there your stomach flips and a bunch of emotions hit you like the familiar slap in the face or ocean wave crashing right at your body. You feel nostalgic, remembering the late nights with Cordelia, spent in her bedroom ,expressing secret love confessions, sharing each other's feelings and gradually taking each other's insecurities away, reminding each other and also showing each other all the beautiful parts about you and Cordelia, to the point where you would learn to love yourselves.

You feel happy that you were able to share such special memories with Cordelia, not just as her girlfriend back then but also her as a good friend to you, always there to lift you up when you doubted yourself or when your past and the grief for your parents hit hard. Even though Cordelia never had a stable relationship with her mother, she knew back then a lot about grief and she would help you on that journey of accepting things and learning to smile again, despite the things that life threw at you.

Part of you can't help but feel a hint of jealousy or maybe is it curiosity? whether they are still together, surely they must be because Zoe mentioned it on the phone but you do wonder, whether Misty and Cordelia share the intimate moments you shared together, whether Misty can lift Cordelia up the way you used to, whether she can love her the way you did and whether she is worthy of the supreme's love.

But before your emotions can overwhelm you or consume you further, Cordelia pulls you out of your thoughts, when she turns around, the same familiar perfume filling your nose, causing you to close your eyes just for a split second and remembering how at one point that smell used to remind you of home and safety.

She looks at you with a small smile and explains ''I thought it might be a bit more quiet if we speak in my office'' and all you can form as a reply is a nod, before she turns around again and opens the door.

Instantly a lot of flashbacks cloud your mind, the time you walked in there for the first time, after Zoe opened the doors of the academy to you and invited you in. The first few meetings with her, understanding what and whether you actually have a gift or not. The times where you would pop in there, sometimes even on the weekends or late at night and asking if she needed any help.

The times where she pushed you into her office, kissing you hungrily and taking you straight to her desk. The times where you would sit there, begging her, on the verge of tears and asking all of these questions, whether you two are still working, if she even loves you, ever loved you in the first place, whether you had done anything wrong, causing her to pull away from you or if it was indeed the return of Misty.

Every time you sat there, she would show the exact same reaction, her eyes locking with yours, her head tilting to the side a little, like she usually would when she noticed how much something is on your mind and how upsetting is it to you. Just there was a difference, she wouldn't do the things she normally would, like coming closer, kneeling down to reach eye-level and reassuring you that whatever is bothering you will be okay.

She simply avoided your gaze, often looking over to the window and overlooking the garden, her touching her nose gently or the scratching of her neck. Back then you didn't understand it was always an indication of what was really going on, her lying to you but not only you, to herself mostly, trying to push away what was so obvious, what you kept implying and what she tried pushing away since Misty passed years ago before you walked into her life.

Yet again, you are pulled out of your thoughts when Cordelia offers you a seat and points towards the same chair that you used to sit in all the time. She closes the door just like she usually would, swiftly and quiet and then she walks over to her chair, holding it with her hands for a second, her usual defense mechanism of her showing off her power and radiance but she quickly sits down and puts her hands on her desk a little nervously, playing with her rings.

You can't help but think back to your last conversation you had in this room, which was saying goodbye. Part of you always knew it was bound to happen, if not always, definitely after a certain blonde witch with curly hair and a Fleetwood mac obsession, returned to the academy.

It seems like the last conversation you had with Cordelia still didn't seem to finally give you any answers or any form of relief or clarity because only after saying goodbye, packing your stuff, saying goodbye and leaving New Orleans you learnt the truth from Zoe. Despite not really staying in touch with anyone, after you moved to Los Angeles, Zoe and you often messaged or talked on the phone, especially at the beginning, she wanted to know what is happening in your life and stay a part of it.

You remember your reaction when she told you a few weeks after leaving the academy, she told you that you were right all along and that Cordelia and Misty couldn't hide their affection and love for each other a second longer. It seemed like you were the piece keeping them from being happy and finally being able to share the feelings that they had for each other all along, despite Misty being dead for a long time in between and Cordelia being in a relationship in that time as well.

Of course it hurt and of course you cried but part of you felt relieved and you still do to this day, knowing you were never paranoid even if Madison and also Cordelia made you feel that way at times, telling you that you are wrong and reading too much into this. But you felt clarity and a bit of sanity given back to your life, learning it was never you being wrong, it was Cordelia and her little white lies. Always lying about these small or unimportant matters how Misty would gush over Cordelia or how they would look at each other or touch each other when they are in the same room and her lying in order to avoid hurting you.

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Ocean Eyes - Part 12

A/N - Finally an update!! i promise to not leave it as long for the next part.

Please like/comment/reblog, it gives me incentive to write quicker if i know people are actually enjoying my madness 💕

"You okay?" Chris asked suddenly making me jump, i thought he was asleep! He was currently wrapped around me acting as the big spoon.

"Jesus christ! You scared the crap outta me!" I chuckled quietly feeling stupid that he made me jump so bad.

"Sorry dahlin" he chuckled close to my ear "but are you okay?".

"Yeah just can't sleep, I've got so much going through my head i can't switch off"

"Its not because you're in here with me is it?"

"No of course not, this is actually just what i needed. I've missed laying in your arms...." I had caved and agreed to stay in Chris's room tonight, no funny business just sleeping. I felt Chris smile before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"I've missed this too. So what exactly is it keeping you awake beautiful? Talk to me..."

"Honestly? The whole thing with Brian.... how did he find me here??".

"I have no idea, but its very creepy!.... then again we shouldn't really be surprised, he had a habit of always knowing where you were. I got bad vibes off that guy the second i saw him".

We had called the police to report Brian but they couldn't do much about it as he technically hadn't done anything wrong, they said to call them again if we saw him around anymore.

"I don't understand why he's doing this! Its not like i led him on or anything, I've never shown that man any interest. I barely even talk to the guy!"

"He's clearly unstable"

"It scares me Chris...."

"Hey, i won't let him hurt you.... i already warned him to stay away...." Chris said through gritted teeth.

"What?...."

"It doesn't matter...."

I turned in his arms so i was now facing him "yes it does, what do you mean you warned him to stay away?"

"The day Scott and I came to get you and Mason to bring you here, you remember how he kept going on about where you were going and when you were coming back....then he asked you to dinner?"

"Oh yeah, you kinda snapped"

"Yeah.....I told him nicely to stay away from my family, that you were unavailable and uninterested.... that he should move on. I said if i found out he was harassing you still id make his life hell" he looked a little sheepish as he confessed to what had been said between the two of them.

"Well I'm guessing he didn't like to be told to stay away huh?"

"Apparently not. But lets not worry about  him right now, you need to sleep"

"Ive been trying...."

"Come here" Chris said and rolled onto his back pulling me close until i was laying with my head on his chest, his hand stroking up and down my back. Back strokes were my weakness and he knew it! "You'll be asleep in no time" he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of my head. And he was right, with the steady thumping of his heart and his fingers stroking my back i was a goner.

I woke up alone, the bed already cold meaning Chris had been gone for a while. I reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet, it was nearly 10am!! I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to pee and check how bad i looked. Once i was done i headed downstairs to find Chris, Mason and Scott.

"Hey" Chris smiled at me as i entered the kitchen, he was sat at the dining room table in front of his laptop.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked too peaceful, besides you didn't get to sleep til late"

I nodded walking over to kiss him "thank you" i smiled running my hand over his bearded jaw "you're the best".

Chris pulled me down into his lap and deepened the kiss until i had to pull back enough to catch my breath and we both laughed.

"Where's Mason?"

"Walking Dodger with Scott, i gave him breakfast and helped him get dressed before they left"

"He wasn't any trouble was he?"

"Not at all. He's like the best behaved kid I've ever met"

"He has his moments don't be fooled" i chuckled thinking back to some tantrums id witnessed over the years.

"I don't believe you, that kid is an angel"

"You just wait and see Evans" i laughed before getting up and walking into the kitchen so i could get a coffee and some toast.

"So um, I've got to do an online interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon" Chris followed me into the kitchen.

"Okay" i nodded.

"I just thought id let you know i'll have to disappear for a while"

"Thats fine, Mason will probably be in bed by then and i'll just stay in the living room watching a movie with Scott"

"Now i feel left out" he pouted.

Later that day we all went outback and played some Wiffle Ball to pass the time, Chris and Scott getting competitive again.

"Mom I'm tired" Mason said wrapping his arms around my waist and cuddling up against me.

"You wanna go take a nap before dinner buddy?"

"Yeah"

"Come on then" i picked him up and he rested his head on my shoulder "guys Mason needs a nap, i think you've worn him out"

"I think i need a nap too!" Scott laughed.

"Well I'm gonna make a start on dinner, you have time for a nap if you wanna"

Walking back up to the house i started struggling with Mason, he was getting too big for me to carry around now! My baby was growing up too fast!

"You want me to take him?" Chris suddenly asked, i nodded and come to a stop before passing a sleeping Mason over to Chris.

"Thanks, he's getting heavy" i said sadly.

"No problem"

"I hate that he's getting too big for me to carry him when he's tired"

"I know but its okay, I'm here to help now"

"Who's gonna carry me? Im exhausted!" Scott added making us laugh quietly so we didn't wake Mason.

The evening flew by, we all had dinner then sat and watched Toy Story with Mason. When it came to bedtime Mason insisted that Chris read him a story and of course he couldn't say no. Once he was asleep Chris headed to his office to get ready for his interview while Scott and I headed to the living room to find a movie to watch.

"Sooooo....." Scott said dragging it out to sound scandalous as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"What?.... don't you what me Missy! I know you spent the night with Chris! So come on spill the tea sister!"

"You're ridiculous you know that?" I rolled my eyes at him and laughed at how comical he looked right now.

"Like i care" he shrugged "come on! Tell me what happened"

"Sorry to disappoint but nothing happened we just slept"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we're taking things slow"

"And who's decision was that?"

"We both said we don't wanna rush it"

"But you suggested it right?..... hey I'm not judging you for that" he quickly added when he saw me look away sadly.

"You're scared you're gonna get hurt again aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you be? I just wanna make sure we're gonna be okay, that its more than just sex. We were always good at that, the emotional stuff.... not so much"

We were halfway through the movie when Chris rushed in asking Scott to join him for a game that Jimmy Fallon wanted them to do.

"Really? I can't just leave Y/N on her own....."

"Go i'll be fine" i chuckled.

"Sorry dahlin, i hate leaving you on your own.... we wont be long though 15/20 minutes tops.

"Go do what you gotta do, I'm fine here watching this" i nodded to the TV.

While they were off doing the interview

I texted my mom and Hannah to check in, they were doing good all things considered. I quickly settled back in to watch the rest of the movie but was interrupted again by multiple message alerts on my phone. I looked to see it was Hannah blowing up my phone.

When i opened the thread i gasped, my heart was racing so fast.... i felt sick as my eyes landed on one thing in particular....... the headline!

"CHRIS EVANS HAS A SECRET FAMILY!"

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